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[jackrrabbot]

cathectic and couchbound

jack abbot x reader

word count ~3k

content warnings/description: explicit sexual content, AFAB reader, power imbalance/dominant jack, spit kink, age gap, sickeningly sweet, single mention of jack wanting to knock reader up

author's note: i feel like this is overdue considering my whole blog is dedicated to this man, lol

jack abbot fucks you on his couch.

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Jack walks through the door of his apartment and hits the lights. He tosses his pack over the arm of the living room couch before dropping himself onto the cushion. It sinks under his weight, fluff spilling out of the sides. It’s ratty, has a slight sour odor, but he’s kept it all this time—moving it from place to place during his time in the military. 

His police scanner lies on the coffee table, still humming, left on from when he left in a rush for day shift this morning—subbing for Robby during his vacation. Robby let you switch shifts to be with Jack as a thank you. You both prefer nights.

He slowly reaches over to turn it off. Tired doesn’t begin to explain how he feels. He’s exhausted. Worn out. On his last leg. 

Jack made that last joke to Robby too many times to count, trying—and failing—to get a chuckle out of him. Maybe one day.

He considers taking off his prosthetic to get more comfortable and ease some of the ache but decides against it. Leaving it on will motivate him to make the trek to bed later. He’s slept on this couch more times than he’d like to admit, and it’s been with him through it all—but it wasn’t made to last.

It’s convenient, sure, but he prefers to sleep in bed with you. And it’s easier on his back.

Jack unlocks his phone and is faced with the last website he was on while taking his millisecond break earlier tonight. Dana suggested the place, and he could see why. The jewels are bright, sharply cut—dangerous—yet mesmerizing. Hypnotic, even. Jack eyes one in particular, hovering over the purchase button. He imagines the center stone of the engagement ring glinting from the sunrise as you hold onto the railing of his patio while he eats you out from behind. 

He’s pulled from his reverie when his phone pings, signaling a text from you. Your message says that you'll be a little late. 

He feels awful about leaving you in the Pitt, but after a string of deaths—one after another after another—he didn't want to stay even a minute past the end of his shift. He replies to your text with a simple thumbs-up. You understand. You always do.

Not twenty minutes later, he hears the rattling of the doorknob, the jangle of his spare key, and the click of the lock turning. 

Most times, once Jack gets home, he leaves his door unlocked for you, considerate of your occasional forgetfulness. But, now and then, he locks the door on purpose, somehow knowing you’d forget your key that day. He doesn’t know how he knows—he just does. 

He always gives the excuse that he forgot to leave it unlocked—old age, he dryly jokes—but he can’t help secretly looking forward to opening the door for you every time. Seeing your sheepish face waiting patiently on the other side when he greets you. 

Jack lingers at the door, his thick frame blocking the entrance to the apartment. He takes his time staring at you, soaking you in, wondering how he managed to make such a pretty young thing like you his. On a good day, you’ll indulge him in his silent staring contest, admiring his corded arms crossed against his chest, but on most days, you push past him, rushing in to use the restroom.

Tonight, though, he must really be tired, because not only did he—for real this time—forget to leave the door unlocked, but he's also slightly relieved you brought your key. Jack was not moving from the couch anytime soon. He couldn’t help but feel bad for it—the old thing rocking with each sudden movement, thanks to one of the uneven legs.

You drag yourself into the living room and your purse lands at an angle atop Jack’s pack, then slides to the floor, now scrunched from the impact. 

A granola bar, your lip balm, and your R3 badge escape from the unzipped lip of the purse, but you don’t care. You lie across Jack on the other end of the couch, throwing your feet over his lap. He helps you remove your shoes while gently rubbing your feet. 

Silence cozily stretches over the both of you like a heated blanket, despite the appearance of the muted, almost sterile living room. Jack’s entire apartment is nearly stripped to bare bones. 

What little he does own is old, tattered, or otherwise near defunct. His walls are empty, save for a few photos of the two of you together that you forced him to put up. The food in his fridge is nearly gone, with the exception of eggs, sourdough bread, and his chocolate protein shakes—an essential, apparently. The only other things to eat are snacks he keeps stocked in the cabinets for you. And this damn couch. The smell used to make you wrinkle your nose, but you’ve gotten used to it.

It makes sense, considering his military past and the time demands being an attending requires, but you can’t help wanting to liven the place up a little. For the both of you. You always joke that the three most important things to him are you, his couch, and his police scanner—not necessarily in that same order.

You casually wonder if Jack would let you take his card to go shopping for the place, knowing all his money is just collecting dust in the bank. You might as well—you practically live here. You’re not sure when you last saw the inside of your own apartment. He only ever spends money on necessities and spoiling you, anyway. You’ll convince him to take you both when your schedules line up. 

He asked you to move in not too long ago, but your lease isn't up for another few months. He offered to pay the fee to break it, but you humbly declined. You aren’t quite aware how much of a dopamine rush Jack gets when he takes care of things for you. When he takes care of you.

Jack gives you a few minutes to decompress, now rubbing your sore ankles.

Finally, you start, “Today was a shit day.”

Jack grunts in agreement. “No argument there—but you were amazing today. You’re so strong, you know that?” He gives you an intense look.

He’s not joking, not throwing words at the wall to see what sticks. He’s being utterly sincere, and another pinprick of sand falls into the hourglass of love you have for him, joining the millions already there.

You smile warmly at him. “You tell me after every difficult shift. How could I not know? And… you’re amazing too.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

A second passes before you respond. “Can you hold me?”

“Sure can, sweetheart.”

Jack pulls you from under your arms like a child, setting you atop his lap. You can’t help how your face heats up at the way he so easily throws you around, bending you to his will. The act makes you dizzy—his casual display of strength and the way he takes care of your needs makes you putty in his strong hands. 

He rubs mindless shapes into your back, applying slight pressure, and you're comforted by his touch.

Jack moves his hands to your shoulders and continues to rub with even more pressure. 

“Let me know if it hurts at all, baby.” 

The massage starts to feel good. Almost too good. Who taught him to give massages like this? 

You rack your brain, recalling if Myrna’s asked for one lately. Or worse yet, imagine her using her one uncuffed hand to grope Jack under the guise of a “massage.” 

You shiver at the uncomfortable thought, then at the pleasure running through you from Jack’s working of your shoulders. You let a low moan escape from deep within your chest. Under normal circumstances, you’d be a bit embarrassed by the sultry sound, but both you and Jack are too tired and too caught up in the haze of each other’s presence to care.

At the sound of your pleased groan, Jack feels a new life springing within him, taking root and reaching his extremities, tension churning just under his skin with its movement. 

Taking care of you like this—touching you, being in your presence—is more than he could have ever hoped to imagine for himself. Jack knows more than most to take wins as they come. Sink them in and hold on to them, because you never know what tomorrow might bring. 

Despite the losses in the Pitt tonight, he still has you. As long as you’re with him at the end of every day, falling apart under his touch, going shy at his quiet confessions and severe (but loving) stares, he can make it another day in the Pitt. 

Jack’s touch becomes more persistent, roaming south again—and even further south—to grope the round of your ass. 

“Jack,” you rasp, tugging at his soft curls. You begin to grind down on him, both of your scrubs thin enough to feel the heat emanating from each other’s bodies. 

Jack grunts, but ultimately ignores your whining. He’s taking his time with you. Whether you’re patient enough for him or not. He’s not against taking you over his knee if you flail too much for his liking. You’re so, so good to him though, letting him set the pace, and you settle against him again. He kisses down the column of your neck, grazing his teeth at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

Muffled against his shoulder, you manage, “Jack, p-please? I want to be closer to you. Let me?” Jack gives your neck one last deep, almost shaky, inhale, then a tender kiss on your cheek, and nods. 

You’re just too damn sweet—and Jack wants to eat you alive. And what’s worse? You’d let him. 

The naked trust you have in him makes him reconsider every mistake, every bad decision, every failure in his life. He can’t be so bad if someone like you trusts him, right? Pre-therapy Jack? Oh, honey, you wouldn’t even be in those pictures on the wall. There’d be no pictures on the wall. 

He wouldn't allow that. He wouldn’t allow himself to hurt anyone but himself—no one but Jack. He’s let too many people down already. People he couldn’t save during his time in the service years ago. People he can’t save now—patients like those lost tonight in the hell that is the Pitt. 

Jack still feels the occasional pang of guilt, but now it washes over him, like a spring rain washing away the lingering, tacky pollen, and he feels all the lighter for it. He still lets himself feel sorrow, and pain for the people whose lives couldn’t be saved—who he couldn’t save. But now he doesn’t find it in himself to self-blame. And with you in his corner, his other half, he’s too fixated on your needs to wallow in sorrow.

Post-therapy Jack? The Jack that forgives himself for his mistakes and lets people in? He couldn’t imagine pushing you away. 

You're it—and there’s no escaping him. He’s tagged and bagged you, and you’re his. 

Jack has always told Robby that he lives in the darkness. It used to rear its ugly head in the form of bar fights, drunken nights, and emotionless one-night stands. It's controlled now, taking a backseat only for those really ugly, bad days, but sometimes it comes out of hiding in the form of a disgusting possession that curls around you both. 

Jack allows himself this one vice. He doesn’t care about having physical things in his apartment. About the money he makes, about the notoriety that comes from being Jack Abbot. Just having you is enough. 

And you never shy away from it—from him. From his past, from his darkness, from his deep, intense love for you. 

Jack, for a brief second, thinks about impregnating you. Tonight. Right here. Right now. As long as it takes. Until you take. But he drags in a deep inhale. Stop, he thinks to himself. Everything in due time.

He pushes the thought away as you step back to take off your scrubs and step out of your underwear.

It’s not lost on you that you're now nude while he’s fully clothed—the slight humiliation and power imbalance scratching an itch you’re too delirious with need to unpack at the moment. Jack lifts from the couch to pull down his bottoms and boxers just enough to free his hard cock and balls, flushed and leaking for you.

Jack pulls you to him, gripping your hips so you’re sitting just above his cock, letting you sink down on him at your own pace. While you moan, getting adjusted to his size, Jack has his own agenda, and he starts tweaking your nipples, pebbled and peaked under his rough touch. 

He takes your left nipple into his mouth, groaning against the soft flesh of your breast, while his palm squeezes the other. Meanwhile, you’re whining on his cock, frustrated by Jack’s lack of movement.

He can’t help but get riled up when teasing you, knowing how much you want him.

When Jack’s had enough of torturing your tits, he kisses you—rough, sloppy, a mash of tongue and teeth—while unashamedly spreading the fat of your ass, his wrists pinning your hips so you can’t ride him. 

“J-Jack. Please… just—just fuck me already.” You try to sound as confident as possible, but you know better than to disrupt Jack while he’s far away somewhere, lost in the feel of your body. It frustrates you how patient he is sometimes. You want to be fucked. Now. 

You bring your fingers down to your swollen clit, wanting some friction. He stops you with his words.

“Okay, baby.” A kiss to the tip of your nose. “Thank you for saying please.” He smiles down at you in his devilish, gremlin-ly way. And you can’t help but want to both slap him and kiss him breathless for it.

Jack lifts you again, slowly, so only the tip of his cock is slightly pushing against your pillowy cunt, hole clenching around nothing while you hold onto his shoulders, shaking slightly. 

“Ready?” Jack asks. You give him a firm nod, and Jack slams you back down to his pelvis, the back of your thighs scratching against his scrubs. He begins a rough, but measured pace, cock hitting at just the right angle to make you go dumb. 

You’re fucking wet. Juices stain the black of Jack’s scrubs, and he wears it like a badge of honor.

He forces your mouth open with the press of his thumb.

“Open wide, sweetheart.” Jack spits into your mouth, and you swallow his saliva down, moaning at his possessive display of affection. Jack groans at your obedience, cock twitching inside you, pride swelling in his chest at the act.

“There you go, sweet girl, doing so damn good for me, hm?” When you don’t respond, he gives a quick slap on your ass, and you yelp at the unexpected contact, clenching tight around his cock. He groans at the feel of your soft pussy wrapped around him.

“Yes, yes, yes. S’good, s-so good,” you babble, clearly out of it with how fast Jack is thrusting into you now.

Jack takes his hand from your hip and presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, wanting nothing more than for you to come on his cock. He’s desperate for it—what was less than a second ago an intentional, controlled stroke of your clit, is now frantic and sloppy.

He’s been patient enough. 

Jack looks between your lips, wanting to kiss you, and where you’re connected, pretty cunt wrapping around him like cling wrap on a dish. Warm, dripping, and ready to eat. He’ll make you cry on his tongue another time.

“I love you. I love you—I love you—I love you,” you chant and come on Jack’s cock with a cry, tearing up at the overstimulation as he ruts into you, chasing his own end. The guilt, despair, and exhaustion from the losses you faced today are pressed, compacted, and tucked away into the far corners of your mind. 

There’s only Jack. You and Jack. At this very moment.

Jack finishes inside you with a rumbling groan, plugging you up with his thick come. He gives you a deep, bruising kiss and he whispers, “I love you too, baby.”

You take a second to catch your breath, and he’s in no hurry to pull you off of him to clean both of you up. Instead, you and Jack remain there, on the couch, your liquids mixing and spilling onto the cushion from where your bodies connect. Jack concedes to himself that it’s probably about time to replace the thing.

He’ll do it for you.

Now, Jack is the first to speak. 

“Are you okay, sweet girl?” You nod into his shoulder, too spent to give him a verbal response. Jack takes that for an answer and holds you tighter to his chest. He knows he should move you to bed, the cold seeping into your naked and weary body, but for now, you both stay holding each other like this. Just for a few more minutes. 

You doze off in his arms, and Jack takes that as his cue to head to bed. He gently pulls you off of his now softened cock, jaw tightening when he sees his come leaking from your sore pussy. He pushes as much of it back inside you as gently as he can, then easily carries you, bridal style, to his bedroom. 

Jack brings you to your side of the bed and tucks you in. 

Prosthetic finally off, he sidles up next to you and wraps his arms around you, reaching for your hand.

He’s made a habit of reaching for your left hand at night, once you’re asleep and he’s awake with his thoughts, delicately pressing your ring finger between his thumb and forefinger.

He kisses the top of your head and makes a mental note to bite the bullet and buy the ring tomorrow. Hopefully Dana doesn’t come collecting her finder’s fee.

[heartyluv]

Note: After I wrote that little drabble, (is it a drabble?) I knew it just had to become a full fic. And I said I was gonna take a break on writing Caleb, but if you’ve been around you already know. I LUV CALEB.

Creds to @/bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!

Link to Drabble :)

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut, You match Caleb’s freak, YOU’RE BOTH PERVS!!!

Word Count: 2,711

Summary: Your landlord’s grandson is obsessed with you, but he doesn’t know that the feeling is mutual.

Perv!Caleb/Perv!Reader

After finally getting your first apartment, you were so excited to make it a home. You were thankful to have found such a nice place in a decent city and even more so to have a landlord who’s the sweetest lady ever. She welcomed you with open arms and fair rent, something you would never take for granted.

But you were willing to get on hands and knees so that you could really thank whatever gave you the opportunity to live on the same floor as her and the handyman she calls her grandson.

Caleb.

All you can do is admire him from afar, wonder what his strong hands feel like on your skin—because you refuse to be the one to break it to him first. You refuse to tell him that you watch just like he watches you because you love the dynamic that he’s unaware of. You love that he thinks that you don’t know that he put cameras in your home the day you called him over to fix your sink.

You only knew because you had one of your own for security reasons. When you went to the store while he worked in your apartment, you saw with your own two eyes how he creeped around, how he took a pair of your used panties from your laundry basket, how he intricately placed the little devices so that you wouldn’t see them. Had you not had the footage, you really wouldn’t have known. But you’re so glad that you did.

You were obsessed the moment you saw him. The white tank top against his abs and black gym shorts around his muscular thighs made your pussy clench. The silver chain that dangled around his neck made you wonder what he’d look like on top of you as he fucked you hard. At first, you thought you were delusional when he raked his eyes over you, when he stood a little too close when he helped you move your things in.

He always plays the sweet boy next door, ready to help with anything after a single phone call. But in reality, Caleb wanted to know what your cunt felt like when you cried as he pumped you full of his cum. When he first laid eyes on you, of course he thought you were pretty. On top of being nice, he figured you two would get along. He tried to be polite and not watch how effortlessly your ass jiggled in your tight shorts the first day you met. It was hot, you were moving around all day, it was normal, he tried to tell himself.

But when you slumped over the back of your couch, groaning from exhaustion, he was hooked. The outline of your fat pussy with faded sweat lines showing through the material made him rock hard instantly. He had wondered if you had no panties on, and with the image of your shorts tucked between your lips, he had his answer. All he wanted from that point forward was to see you naked for himself.

So, he made it a habit to check on you almost everyday, “see how you’re settling in”. It was during one of those times where he turned off your bathroom sink valve. He set out to purchase some cameras after he left and grinned like an idiot when his grandmother came to him later in the day, telling him to help you out when you called.

After seeing what he did, you decided that you needed to have access to him in the same way. It was only fair. You asked his grandmother if it was okay to come over for some girl time a few days after that, and she gladly accepted. At one point, you asked her if you could use the bathroom and while she cooked you two lunch, her back to you while she stood at the stove, you took the risk and snuck into Caleb’s room.

You’d always be grateful that the sweet granny happily showed you around before you got settled. Once inside, you wished you had the time to look through his things like he did yours, but time was of the essence.

You made it quick, placing the camera you already set up behind some books on his shelf. It gave you the perfect arial shot of his room and you were going to use it to your advantage.

And you have, watching all the times he covered his mouth while he came so he wouldn’t wake his sleeping grandmother. All the times he fucked his hand as he watched you hump your body pillow, not knowing that you wished it was him. Even all the times he just sat there watching you do domestic things around your apartment.

Although it was clear you two liked each other, you thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of knowing something he didn’t, more. You liked the fact that you both wanted each other so bad, but nobody said a thing. You loved that all it would take is one conversation and you would know how good he’d feel inside of you.

Today, you both were home. You saw him on the live feed earlier, unable to stop staring at his impressive cock when he removed the towel off his waist after his shower. He’s checked on you a few times too, and if you weren’t as depraved as him, you wouldn’t have thought that it was the sweetest thing ever, but you were and you did.

Just as you were getting ready to give him a show because not only did you want to come, but you liked when he did it with you, a reminder showed at the top of your phone.

Street sweeper coming today! Don’t forget to move your car!

“Shit!” you exclaimed, throwing your phone down and quickly grabbing your keys, sliding on your slippers by the door before rushing out. The last thing you wanted was a ticket.

Caleb heard you run out and slam your door, so he checked his feed to see if you were okay—if you needed him. He sat at his desk, turned on his computer, and checked your living room, bathroom, then your bedroom. He almost turned it off when he saw nothing out of the ordinary, until he saw you left your phone on your bed—screen up.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled, leaning in to see if his eyes were deceiving him. At the same time he moved, movement happened on your screen. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. There’s no way, he thought.

He tested the theory swimming in his mind, moving back and forth in the office chair, only to see the exact same thing happening. To make it official, he shut the screen off and when your phone showed the same thing, he knew.

You were watching him, too.

He cuts his light on, turning in the direction that the camera was pointing. Once he found and pulled out the tiny black device, he smiled devilishly.

He wasted zero time making his way to your apartment and he used the privileges of his grandmother being the landlord, grabbing the spare key for your door. He was going to wait for you and he hoped you were ready for him.

It was as you started walking back to the building that you went to pull out your phone, only to realize that you left it. Panic immediately filled your body. You left it your room and couldn’t remember if you turned it off.

You ran, smashed the button near the elevator, waited impatiently for it with your nerves unsettled. You weren’t scared. In all honestly, there was an unfamiliar excitement flowing in your veins as you wondered if you’d been caught.

But when you got to your door, when you stepped inside, you frowned because there was nothing amiss. You huffed as you took your shoes off and walked to your room. It was there that your heart fell to your ass.

Caleb sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone. Beside him on your nightstand? The camera you put in his room.

He didn’t even look at you as he scrolled, your body getting hot as he clicked on all your saved and favorites videos of him. His whines and desperate moans came from your phone and you couldn’t help but bite your lip and smile. That was the one where he humped his own pillow like you had, coming so hard that he had to wash his sheets in the middle of the night because there was so much. It was a part of your top three.

“Six months,” he finally speaks. “You’ve known what I’ve been doing for six months and not only did you say nothing, you were doing it, too.”

You don’t know what to say. You’ve replayed this scenario over and over in your mind, yet nothing but silence is all you can offer.

Caleb stands, your phone dropping to the floor as he walks towards you. You start to back away, making him stop. He’s only a few steps apart from you now, staring you down with eyes so intense it makes your heart race.

“I’ve been wasting my cum all this time when I could’ve been putting it where it belonged if you just opened your fucking mouth.”

“You could’ve said something yourself,” you quip.

He chuckles breathlessly, eyes narrowing at your audacity. “And if I made you take it now? Then what?”

You shrug, trying to seem nonchalant despite the slick gathering in your panties. “I have to want it, don’t I?”

“I wouldn’t lie. Not with the way you can’t stop squeezing your thighs together. You forget,” he proceeds to walk closer and you refuse to let him close the distance, carefully moving back. “I’ve been watching you, too. Longer. I know what you look like when you lie, when you’re turned on, when you’re horny, and especially when you’re desperate to be filled with cock.”

You swallow, and he knows what you’re getting ready to do. You don’t know why you want to do it, but you’ve learned how much you enjoy toying with and teasing him.

“You can run if you want. You like to play, I know that. But you’ve made me wait long enough, so when I get my hands on you—because I will get my hands on you. I’m having you any way I want, that fair?”

The moment you turn around, you don’t get three steps into your attempt to flee before he wraps his strong arm around you.

He’s rough in how he handles you, and you love it. He presses his mouth to your ear, licking it to make you shiver. “You’re gonna get on your knees and you’re going to let me fuck your face, aren’t you?” He grinds his cock against your ass. “You don’t deserve to feel good, not yet. Let me see what you’ve learned while you watched me.”

“Don’t act like you’re punishing me,” you tease. “You just want to cum down my throat, pretty boy. I know all your desires, remember?”

He spins you around, forcing you to your knees. You look up at him hungry eyes, feeling your pussy pulse.

You pull down his sweatpants slowly, nearly whimpering when you realize he’s had no underwear on. His cock springs free, nearly hitting you in the face. He’s so much bigger in person.

You know exactly what he wants, but why give it so quickly? You take just his tip between your lips, suckling it and running your tongue along the slit. He groans, his hand gripping your hair tightly. You’re slow in the way you lick him, slow as you start to take him down your throat. And it’s pissing him off.

He tightens his grip, slamming you down and making his cock hit the back of your throat. You choke, tears brimming your eyes. He starts to push and pull, his hair falling into his face as he watches you struggle to take all of him, but god you’re so fucking ready for him.

“You’re not so bold with dick down your throat, hm? I bet your panties are drenched.” Your moans vibrate around his length, confirming his accusations. “I’m taking them with me when I leave. Why not add to my collection?”

You decide that you’re done listening to him. You slide your warm mouth off his length with an erotic pop, watching how he bobs in your face.

“You either fuck me, or get out,” you say breathlessly, spitting on his cock and stroking him in your hand. “Let’s stop wasting each other’s time.”

He smiles, showing his bright teeth. You’re a carbon copy of him and he’s determined to keep you. Lifting you off the floor, he kisses you aggressively, the exchange sloppy and wet. He tastes himself on your tongue, only making him harder between you two.

“When you take my cock for the first time, you’re taking it how I make you.”

He pulls all your clothes off, throwing them and disregarding wherever they land. After stripping himself, he puts you on your bed, dragging your hips forward so that you’re at the edge. He watches his swollen cock rest between your fat lips, moving himself back and forth and watching the precum seep in between.

He doesn’t warn you, doesn’t prep you. But you’re so wet that you don’t need it. When he buries himself to the hilt, you find that your mouth was a trooper for taking him the way it did, because right now? He’s in your guts. You try crawling up the bed, overwhelmed by his size, force, and the pleasure, but he keeps you still.

“Don’t run from me,” he commands through gritted teeth, making your hole stretch to accommodate him. “Take it like you wanted, baby. Keep running that fucking mouth.”

He’s relentless, taking your breath away every time his tip nearly slips out, only for you to be filled with him all over again. And what you forgot?

The cameras are recording all of it.

He plays with your tits, thumbing your nipples before wrapping his hand around your throat, adding just the slightest bit of pressure.

“Caleb…You feel so good..” you cry, tears falling down your temple once the discomfort quickly shifted to mind numbing pleasure. “Better than I imagined…”

He leans down, licking the saltiness from your pretty face. “I love when you cry for me. All the times I’ve watched you bury your face in your sheets, I should’ve been there.”

“You were..” you pant, squeezing him tighter as you grin tiredly. “And I was with you. We always came together, I made sure of it. You just never knew…”

His skin prickles with goosebumps at your words and his cock becomes familiar with your tight walls, feeling how they shape to commit him to memory because only he’ll know what you feel like from now on. He nearly shoots into you when you take his chain between your teeth, your eyes hooded with desire.

“You’re gonna come,” he smirks, trailing his hand down your body, pulling back to make the necklace fall from your mouth. “I always know when you get ready to. It’s my favorite part.”

He circles your hard clit beneath his thumb, using your wetness to make even more of a mess between your legs.

“You too..” you choke out, your back arching. “You always hold your lip between your teeth when you’re close. You feel good, don’t you?” you coo through your bliss.

He looks into your eyes, feeling you flutter uncontrollably. “Why don’t you tell me?”

With only a few more thrusts, you claw at the covers beneath you as your orgasm consumes you whole. You scream his name, begging him to keep going as he fucks you through it all. He braces his hands on both sides of your head, drilling into you until he slams into you so hard that it moves you up the bed.

He kisses down your breasts as his cum fills you and you cradle his head in your hand while your other toys with one of your nipples.

“This is only the beginning, you know that right? We have a lot of time to make up for,” he mumbles against your skin.

You look down at him, smiling. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me, then.”

[morverenmaybewrites]

Iced Coffee (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary:

In which Dick Grayson tries to give Jason some relationship advice. And ends up learning a few new things about his little brother.

Pairing:

Jason Todd x Reader

(AO3)

Imagine Dick Grayson wanting to talk to Jason about his new girlfriend. That is, you.

Imagine Dick Grayson, talkative Dick Grayson, whose laughter and words bubbled easily from his throat, like air released from an opened soda can.

Imagine Dick Grayson, who's used to going into any situation utterly confident in his ability to coax a smile and a story out of even the grumpiest civilians.

And now imagine him being utterly on the back foot ever since Jason came back.

The smile that's more reliable to him than his own mask now feels more like a grimace whenever Dick is around his little brother. His jokes and short little stories meant to put people at ease dry up on his tongue, and he's often left with his mouth hanging stupidly open like a fish washed-up on Gotham Bay.

For all of his hard-earned people skills, Dick Grayson simply couldn't find the right words to reach his little brother.

Perhaps it's because his last image of Jason Todd was that of a prepubescent boy, growing so fast that their father barely had enough time to put clothes on his back before he's outgrown them again.

And now, in his place was a hulking giant that Dick had to crane his neck to look in the eye.

Perhaps it's Jason's voice, and the fact that before his kidnapping, he hadn't come into adult voice yet. It was still high-pitched and bright and excited whenever they bent their heads to look over maps of Gotham. This new Jason, on the other hand, had the voice of a man, harsh and gritty, like stone grinding against stone.

One that often made him seem far too old than his actual age.

Or perhaps it's the simple fact that a decade ago, the Joker took away Dick Grayson's little brother.

And the man who came back was now a stranger.

Dick tried, of course.

He tried his best, like anyone would, given his position. After all, how many people were given a second chance to make their family whole again?

It's just that he didn't know how.

While the previous Robin had been talkative and curious and hung onto every word Dick said as if it was gospel, this new Jason was quiet, taciturn.

He spoke with a wince, as if every word hurt him, and Dick had to work hard not to wonder why this was.

He wasn't usually interested in drawing up battle plans, often choosing to do missions alone.

Now imagine Dick Grayson, crammed in what feels like the world's tiniest Jetta during a stakeout, quietly trying not to go insane. He had never done well with silence, even before Jason had been kidnapped. He hated the idea of sitting in it, stewing in his own thoughts until he could feel them scratching along the inside of his skull.

But try as he might, Dick just couldn't draw his little brother into conversation. His answers, when he bothered to give them, were short and irritated. As final as a door slammed shut.

"So, you know much about this guy we're staking out?" Dick tried.

"About as much as you. Wanted for human trafficking." Jason paused, massaged his throat as if speaking two whole sentences hurt him.

Someone's phone pinged. They both looked at theirs.

After a minute, Dick tried again.

"Barbara said he used to work out of Peru. I wonder what made him move to Gotham. Got any ideas?"

Another ping. Jason looked down at his burner phone. Caught Dick's expression out of the corner of his eye and mutely shook his head.

"Well," Dick pretended to stretch, more to have something to do than anything else.

He decided to try a third time.

"Seen the Bloodhounds’ game last night?"

Jason looked at him as if he was speaking in tongues, and Dick decided that it was high time he tried shutting up for a while. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, fidgeted with the radio, trying to decide which station was the least likely to drive him insane over the course of what seemed to be a very long, very boring stakeout.

Dick settled on easy R&B. Leaned back in his seat, or at least pretended to, as he watched Jason fiddle with his phone.

"Barbara got any updates for us?" he asked as Jason read over a text.

There was an awful moment when Jason startled, and the first thing he did was reach for his guns. It must have been instinct, his hands flowing smoothly from one location to the next. And it was only the quiet click of the safety turning off that seemed to bring Jason back to himself.

Dick could practically see his little brother forcing himself to relax: the visible unclenching of his jaw. The conscious decision to let go of his guns.

And Dick tried, very, very hard not to think about how he must have spent the past few years, if his first reaction to being surprised was violence.

If he could somehow revive the Joker just so he could kill him again, Dick would do it. He could have sworn he could hear his own teeth grinding. The air in the car suddenly felt thick, the silence suffocating, as both of them tried not to acknowledge what just happened.

And just as Dick was mentally rehearsing his speech to get coffee and stale donuts from the shop across the street, Jason spoke.

"It wasn't," he said.

Dick blinked. The number of times that Jason initiated conversation was few and far in between.

"Pardon?" Dick said, wondering if he heard it right.

"It wasn't Barbara on the phone," Jason clarified, this time slower, as if he was talking to a particularly dim child.

"Alfred, then," Dick guessed.

"No. And I didn't."

"Didn't what?'

"I didn't watch the Bloodhounds' game last night. I was on patrol and must have missed it."

"Oh."

Dick wasn't even sure if Jason watched baseball anymore. It was just another conversational Hail Mary he threw out there. But at least Jason seemed willing to talk, even if it was in broken fragments. But if Jason was on patrol the night before, and he was on stakeout tonight then he must not have gotten much sleep.

"Want to get some coffee?" Dick said, jerking a thumb at the corner store he was eyeing earlier. "My treat."

While Bludhaven didn't have the abundance of street vendors and overnight kiosks that Gotham City offered, it at least offered similar 24-hour joints that could offer the same overpriced, watered-down coffee that one could get in Gotham City.

And in its own small way, it was like Dick Grayson never left home.

Josiah Johannes Salazar was almost certainly the made-up name of the man they were staking out. A small-time thug, at least by their usual standards, he mostly dealt in human trafficking and came under Barbara's radar after a rash of missing person reports were linked back to him.

A gifted art student from the local college.

A stand-up comedian who often performed to packed bars on rowdy weekends.

A used-car salesman from the Burrows.

Nothing out of the ordinary, really. Just your usual run-of-the-mill scumbaggery. Kidnapping people to be bought and sold on the flesh market. Or so, that was Barbara's current theory. An easy enough case. Sure to be closed by the end of the week. In fact, Tim already had several hopeful leads on the victims' possible locations.

Which was why it was such a mystery that Jason insisted–insisted!–on accompanying Dick on this particular stakeout.

It wasn't like he was unwelcome–Dick would jump at any chance to bond with his little brother again–it was just unexpected. Certainly, when he had rounded the parking spot where he kept the second hand Jetta, he hadn't expected Jason to be there, a duffel bag slung across his shoulder and a scowl on his face.

And as soon as Dick unlocked the car, Jason opened the door and planted himself so firmly in the passenger's seat that for a moment, Dick wondered if they really did have a prior agreement he forgot about. But now in the garish yellow light of the donut shop, one fact was becoming increasingly obvious–his little brother was tired. The lighting made him look positively jaundiced, and the shadows under his eyes were as fat as bruises. His clothes were rumpled, and Dick found himself wondering if he had changed into them immediately after his patrol.

The scar on his face looked more terrible than ever.

There was a sudden tension in Jason's shoulders that made Dick realize he was staring.

He immediately dropped his gaze.

Only to find an even more incredible sight.

"Hey, Jason..."

Jason frowned at him, and glanced around the shop to see if anyone was listening. But apart from the cashier, a pimply teenager flicking through skin magazines, the place was empty.

Jason never did like hearing them use their real names while out on missions. And it was only after careful assessment of the area did he finally speak.

"What?"

His response was short and irritated, a clear sign that he was beginning to weary of conversation. But Dick couldn't help himself.

"Are you drinking iced coffee?"

The cups in their hands were nearly identical, condensation beading on the cheap plastic surface, although Dick was sure that Jason didn't have the same obscene amounts of caramel syrup pumps in his. But back when he lived in the manor, Dick was sure that Jason was strictly a hot coffee kind of guy.

A hot black coffee and cigarette type of guy. The result of spending most of his childhood in East End. Alfred despaired at the state of his diet, and Dick would often hear him lecturing Jason on the dangers of nicotine and caffeine addiction.

Jason glanced down at his drink, seemingly unbothered. "Yes."

He seemed content to leave it at that, despite the fact that this new information had hit Dick with the force of a bombshell.

Jason drank iced coffee now?

What else did he like?

Did he like matcha? Chai? Perhaps those overpriced flattened croissants dipped in chocolate? Did Jason still like soft tacos from food trucks? Or did he prefer burritos now?

For a moment, Dick envisioned inviting Jason to go shop-hopping with him and Barbara, the way they used to back when Jason was Robin. Maybe even invite Tim along, now that Jason was finally speaking to him.

Eat questionable street food until their stomachs roiled with grease. Or even better, haul it all back to the Clocktower and make a movie night out of it.

He could even imagine Alfred, somehow unchanged, hovering at the edges, making sarcastic comments about everyone's cholesterol level.

Maybe he could even convince him to try a fry or two.

Maybe Bruce–

The ping of Jason's phone broke Dick out of his thoughts.

"Not an update," Jason muttered at him, before opening his phone to take a look at it.

There was the barest flicker of emotion on his face before he was deleting the message and pocketing it. But not before Dick caught a glimpse of what was on the screen: a grainy image of the interior of a pizza parlor outfitted like it was from the 70s. A bottle of cheap beer and what looked like someone's Scrabble tiles were front and center.

Dick blinked. "Jason..."

The iced coffee. The constant texts from someone.

How could Dick Grayson, son of the world's greatest detective, had missed it?

"Jason, are you texting your girlfriend?"

It was like an explosion had gone off in Dick's chest, like someone had shaken a can of soda and pulled the tab to watch the glorious release of carbon dioxide and sugar. Finally, after struggling all night to find something that he and Jason could talk about, finally Dick found something that he could relate to his little brother about: women.

"Fuck off, Dick," Jason muttered, but he knew his little brother enough to realize there was no heat in it. "It's none of your business."

"Holy shit, you totally are. And while on a stakeout, too!"

Dick felt giddy.

It was unfamiliar, this ribbing. But it was welcome. It felt like the sort of thing that a big brother should do.

"You know Bruce wouldn't approve," he prodded.

He made his voice sound deep, mimicking their father, "Distractions on the field can be a fatal mistake."

"I don't give a rat's ass about what Bruce approves of," Jason said with a shrug, but he failed to hide the amusement in his voice.

"Besides,” he added. “He flirted with Selina Kyle all the time. In full costume, the hypocrite."

Dick laughed, partly because it was true, partly because he was actually bantering–bantering!–with his little brother again.

Jason's phone pinged again, and this time Dick couldn't resist another jab.

"She's got you over a barrel, huh?" Dick said.

"What?"

"Are you in the doghouse?"

Jason frowned at him, and Dick decided to elaborate. "Whenever I took missions one after the other, Barbara would let me have it. Especially if it made me miss date nights. She used to send me these walls of text..."

Jason shook his head. "She's not angry with me."

"Oh." It was nice of you to be such an understanding girlfriend. "It's good that she understands. How long has it been since you took her on a date anyway?"

Jason looked uneasy, shifting his weight from one foot to the next.

"Two weeks," he muttered.

"Two weeks?" Dick was flabbergasted. "Dude, Barbara would definitely have put me in the doghouse for that."

A night on the couch at the minimum.

"I've been busy," Jason said defensively. "We're nearly closing in on this case."

Right. Dick nearly forgot. Josiah Johannes something.

"Well, maybe you should do something nice for her, at least," Dick insisted

"You know, remind her that you care."

He thought of his father, who used to buy bouquets of flowers for his mother, to give to her after every successful performance. The night of her death, there had been a large bouquet of orchids left in front of her dressing room mirror that went unclaimed.

Dick shook his head, dusting away the mental cobwebs.

"Got any ideas?" he asked.

Jason shook his head mutely.

"Come on, give me something," Dick said. "You must have some idea growing up."

Bruce, he knew, was notoriously tight-lipped, so it was unlikely that Jason got any ideas from him. But maybe, once upon a time, Willis Todd did something nice for his wife.

"The men in East End would tip an extra five dollars to whores they like,” Jason snapped.

Dick felt his heart drop to his stomach. He could feel a flush rising to his cheeks.

"Yeah, don't...don't do that..." he muttered.

They grow quiet for several minutes, sipping their coffee and occasionally throwing glances at the building they were supposed to be staking out. It was Jason who eventually spoke first.

"She's not upset," he said quietly. "I just...feel like I should do something for her."

It struck Dick then, that Jason looked woefully young. It was likely that this was Jason's first real relationship. And he had nothing to go on except what he had seen men do to sex workers in East End.

And Bruce...wasn't exactly a model for healthy relationships.

"How about flowers?" Dick suggested gently. "Those are always a classic.

Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?"

A pause.

"No."

"I used to date a girl," Dick began. "Bit of a gardener. She loved roses. She'd snip the ends and put them in water to make them last longer. She loved white roses best of all, because she'd try all sorts of experiments with dyes."

Jason didn't answer, fiddling with the straw of his drink. And when he next spoke, it was in a painfully unsure voice.

"Is that...something I should know?" he asked quietly. "Her favorite flowers?"

Suddenly, Dick hoped–wished–violently that this wasn't Jason's first relationship. That sometime after the Joker and before the Arkham Knight, he carved some semblance of peace for himself. Maybe met a girl or a guy during those few sunlit months in Santa Prisca. Dated. Fooled around. The kind of things that he should have done growing up. The kind of things that Joker stole from him.

"Not necessarily," Dick said, his voice soft. "But it doesn't hurt to pay attention. Girls like that sort of thing. Well, people, really. If she ever mentions something like that, just make sure to take a note."

The nod Jason gave him was oddly solemn, and Dick realized, with heartbreaking clarity, how much his little brother wanted to make this work with you.

"What about chocolates?" Dick suggested again, not wanting to dwell on darker thoughts. "I'm sure we can find a confectionary here somewhere..."

Jason snorted. "Sure. In Bludhaven, the peak of romance."

He grew quiet again, before saying, in hesitant voice: "She likes old movies. There was that one about an urban legend..."

"There you have it," Dick said, trying not to let the relief show in his voice.

"You can have a movie night or something! Hell, you can even go now. Make a surprise out of it–”

But the contemplative expression on Jason's face–the one that made him look so young–suddenly fell away, and what was left now was pure Red Hood.

"Can't," he said, in a tone that brooked no argument. "We're on a mission."

"For some two-time smuggler? Please, I can solve this case with my eyes closed."

Jason looked at him as if he was insane.

"What?" Dick asked.

"Dick," Jason said slowly, with gravity. "What do you know about Salazar?"

"Hm?" Dick was still mentally going through the catalogue of nearby confectioneries the two of them could go to. "Some human trafficker...don't worry we got Tim tracking down his victims."

"A sculptor who's selling out entire galleries as a student because her work is so lifelike," Jason said, a bite of impatience in his voice. "A comedian who's always performing to packed crowds because everyone says his jokes make their entire week. A used-car salesman who never misses a sale."

Jason paused, waiting for Dick to put the pieces together.

Dick had never thought of the victims that way, and now that Jason was pointing it out, it all did sound rather strange. The realization came to him with slow dawning horror.

"Jason..." he said. "You think he's trafficking metas?"

Jason sighed, and there was something weary in it. Dick remembered that his little brother hadn't seen you in two weeks.

"You think he might target her," he concluded. "That's why you're working so hard on this case."

Jason didn't answer. He didn't have to.

"Does she know?"

"No." Jason's answer was immediate. "It's just...a working theory, anyway. I don't want her scared over a theory."

"It might make her a little more careful if you told her," Dick nudged Jason with his shoulder. "It wouldn't hurt. Plus...well, it's not nice to keep her in the dark, you know?"

Jason looked at him, and for a moment, Dick could see the boy from the manor. The one that used to hang on to his every word as if it was gospel.

He pulled out his phone.

And sent you a quick text.

"Thanks," Jason said quietly. "I'm still...getting used to...all this."

And he gave Dick a small, grateful smile. Just the barest quirk of the corners of his mouth.

But it was there.

Dick smiled back. "You're doing great. Besides, working for two weeks straight on a case to keep your little girlfriend safe? You're a regular romantic. She's going to think you're from one of those old movies she likes."

The smile was gone. The scowl back in place. Jason shoved him, with perhaps more force than he intended to, but Dick rolled with it, laughing.

Maybe getting to know his little brother all over again wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Ch. 30

Word Count- 3.7k

Warnings- Swearing, violence, blood, puking

“Up and down, not side to side you fucking freak,” Theo’s agitated voice comes from behind Elena and I as he and Jeremy paint their side of the room.

“That’s what I’m doing!”

Elena chuckles at Jeremy’s response.

“Going darker, huh?”

As if today couldn’t get any worse.

I don’t even turn around because right now I’m not in the mental state to deal with yet another vampire I have a vendetta against. Which means my vampire hate count is up to 4 right now, not including dead vampires such as Mikael and Trevor. 

“It’s the only color we had,” Elena says to Stefan with a smile, and I roll my eyes.

“That’s what happens when you decide to paint your guardian’s room that she shared with her now-dead boyfriend in the middle of the night,” Jeremy retorts and slightly glares at his sister.

I turn over to look at Theo, who is glaring at Stefan, who, as I glance at him, tries to give me a small smile, which I don’t return.  

“I don’t suppose anyone tried to talk you guys out of doing this so soon?”

“We have to keep moving, otherwise we’ll start thinking and we don’t want that…”

My birthmark feels like it’s burning as I listen to Elena’s words, and I rub it in reaction. 

“You good?’’

I jolt back slightly as I turn to see Theo right next to me now. He takes his hand and places it on mine, removing it from rubbing my mark.

“We’re not thinking about it, right?”

Theo sends me a saddened look, but Elena wraps an arm around my waist.

“That’s exactly right. Today we’re just existing. No bad thoughts, just painting and enjoying each other’s company. We’ve all been away from each other for too long.”

I give Elena a raised eyebrow, which results in her lightly pinching my waist and then dropping her hand and going back to her painting. 

She’s been like this since we got to the Gilbert residence last night, overly touchy and affectionate. I know it’s because she’s just trying to fill her time with something else instead of thinking about Alaric, but, holy shit, I forgot how touchy this girl was. For the first few hours we got back, we spent in her room with Jenna watching comedy movies and horror movies to distract ourselves from the actual horror movie we are currently living in. That entire time, I also spent dodging calls and texts from Klaus and Elijah. At one point, Klaus even showed up at the front door, and Theo had to go down and threaten to spray him with the hose if he didn’t leave. Rebekah had called me and apoligized for what happened, mentioning how she had no idea what my birth mark meant and that if she wasn’t body snatched by her own mother she would’ve been there to kick her older brother’s asses. 

“Do you need any help?”

I roll my eyes at Stefan’s question.

“You know how to pant?”

I turn to my brother, wondering why he’s making conversation with a guy he hates.

Stefan perks up, “Ya, I guess it’s not hard.”

Theo taps his chin, “Huh, and here I thought all you knew was how to run girls off the road in your ugly ass Prius,” Theo turns to Jeremy, who wears a smirk, “The more you know!”

For the first time all day, I feel a small smile twitch onto my face.

Stefan’s face morphs into one of shame, “It’s actually a Poshe…and Y/n, I-”

Theo moves in front of him, “You no talk to her- Got it,” He points a finger at the vampire's face.”

Stefan sighs but still nods. 

“Anyways,” Jeremy interrupts, “Are you two together or something?”

The question is aimed at Stefan and his sister, who both instantly start shaking their heads and deny it. 

“I was just checking up on you guys. Seeing how you were doing…after everything.”

Jeremy glares at him, “We’re fine. But if you are trying to be the good guy again, why don’t you do the right thing and give us one day? Just one day without any vampires in it.”

“That sounds nice,” I mutter to myself. 

Jeremy huffs and then storms out of the room, Theo of course following after, but not before making an “I’m watching you” finger motion to Stefan.

“He didn’t mean that,” Elena says to Stefan.

“Ya, he did,” I reply, and Elena shorts me a look, and I shrug before putting down my paintbrush and following after the boys. 

“Y/n?”

My shoulders deflate at Stefan’s voice, but I still pause.

“I am really sorry. What I did on the bridge…and what I said after it wasn’t me. It wasn’t how I truly feel. And I know you won’t forgive me today, but hopefully one day we can get back to where we once were in our friendship.”

I look over my shoulder at him and nod, a look of relief pushes onto his face momentarily...that is until I open my mouth. 

“Any chance of us ever being friends died the night you tried killing me and then called me a waste of space, but thanks for the apology. It means nothing.”

With that, I turn and walk out of the room. As I head down the hall, I hear Elena’s quiet voice say something about giving me time and how I’m going through a lot right now. 

Understatement of the fucking centuary. 

Not only did I find out I’m a goddamn werewolf yesterday, watch my history teacher die because of a bitchass witch, find out my soulmates have been lying to me the entire time I’ve known them…I also had to tell everyone the fact that my father wasn’t actually my father and that Theo and I are actually half-siblings. So that cat is out of its bag. 

“Kol wants to come over and play Modern Warfare,” I hear Theo’s voice come from Jeremy’s room. 

After the conversation Elena and I had about our brothers yesterday, I’ve been watching how they interact more closely. So like any nosy sister, I hide beside Jeremy’s door and listen to their conversation. Sue me. 

“You do realize he tried to kill me, right?”

“Kol didn’t try to kill you…he tried to kill Damon. And honestly, y'all should’ve let him. The world would be a much better place without him in it.”

Jeremy’s quiet for a moment.

“Ya, you’re probably right. But…”

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing, I just…wanted to hang out with you…y’know, just me and you. Like old times or whatever.”

My face softens at Jeremy’s nervous voice.

“Oh..”

Seriously, Theo, “OH”.

“Oh?”

“I don’t mean Oh,” Theo quickly says, “Not like Oh Oh, but just like Oh. Y’know?”

This dumbass.

“Not really, Theo.”

“Right…well, what I mean is that I’m cool with just us, y’know, hanging out like bros do.”

“Ok…cool.”

“Cool…”

I hate these two. Jesus Christ. 

“Y/n?”

Oh shit!

I just slightly and see Jenna approaching me. Her tear-ridden face and red, puffy eyes send a tight pain to my heart. 

I move away from Jeremy’s door so they don’t hear us.

“Hey, Jen. I thought you were napping in Elena’s room?”

Jenna swallows a lump in her throat and tightens the blanket she has wrapped around her, “I just needed some fresh air.”

I nod, trying not to be awkward, but I’ve never been one to know how to console others.

“Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something?’’

I frown at Jenna’s words, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking you these questions?”

Jenna huffs out a sad laugh, “Ya probably, I just…I guess I could use the distraction.”

Oh.

“Ok, then I guess I could eat if you are also making yourself something.”

“I’m not hungry,” She tries to deny, and I shake my head.

“I’m not eating unless you do too.”

Jenna reaches over and squeezes my shoulder, “Fine. Then how does waffles sound?”

“Wait, did someone say waffles?”

I whip around to see Theo with his head poking out of Jeremy’s room and the other boy peeking behind my brother.

“Yes, I was going to make your sister and me some. Do you both want any,” Jenna responds.

Both boys eye each other before nodding and practically hopping out of the bedroom. Theo moves over to Jenna and wraps his arm around her shoulder, to which Jenna gives him a small smile, the first one I’ve seen from her all night. Theo just has that kind of power. 

“I personally prefer mine with brown sugar, but if you guys don’t have that, I can make do with…” 

Theo continues to drone on about waffle mix as he drags Jenna and Jeremy down the staircase, with me following behind. 

I make it to the final step when the doorbell chimes. 

“I’ve got it,” I say to the group, and they continue their way into the kitchen.

I grab the door handle and- oh shit.

“We’ve got a problem,” Damon says as he holds a bleeding Bonnie to his side. 

—-

“What do you think they’re talking about?’’

I shrug as I dip my paintbrush into the green paint. 

“Beats me.”

After I opened the door to find Damon and Bonnie, Stefan came downstairs to let me know he could handle it, and I don’t exactly want to deal with any vampires today, so I let him and went back upstairs to help Elena. 

The sound of a phone ringing turns my attention to Elena. I watch as a look of confusion morphs onto her face as she reads the caller's info.

“Elena, who is it,” I stand up, and my breathing halts as I read the caller's name.

Alaric. 

“That’s fucking sick.”

Elena shakes her head and presses the answer button, “Whoever this is, it’s not funny.”

“Who else would it be?”

No way. Not possible. 

At the sound of the supposedly dead Alaric’s voice, Elena and I both shoot each other fearful looks. 

“Listen closely, I’m at the school. I have Caroline, and if you want to keep her alive, I need you to get into your car and come down here…and bring Y/n with you, I know she’s with you. If you tell anyone where you are going, I will kill her.”

—

“Never thought I’d get murdered by my history teacher, but here we are,” I mutter to myself and Elena as we stand at the entrance of Mystic Falls High.  

“He’s not going to kill you, Y/n. I won’t let him.”

“As much as I appreciate the effect, Elena, but well…he’s kind of an Original so and you’re well… you.”

I look at Elena, who sighs in defeat.

“We got this, together,” She grabs my hand and sends me a look, and at this point, I’m so numb that I just laugh.

“Right, let’s go defeat the big bad Original with the power of friendship!”

—

The sound of painful groans makes me cringe as Elena and I run down the hallway to find a very undead Ric sitting all-American Psycho in his classroom. Caroline has a cloth wrapped around her face to keep her from talking, and oh… two pencils impaled into her hands. 

“Let her go, Alaric,” Elena says the the man. 

He smirks at us, “Free her yourself.”

“Oh ya, I’m sure he’s going to let you do that,” I say sarcastically, but Elena still runs to Caroline and tries to pull the pencils from her hands. 

As Elena is about to pull out the pencil Alaric speeds over to them and shoves the pencil back in, making me take a protective step forward even though there aint shit I can do.

“What have I told you, Elena? Stop trusting vampires!”

—

I watch with a painful look as Alaric dips Caroline’s gag into a glass of vervain. Her cries fill the room, and I find myself abruptly standing up to help her.

“Stop, Ric!”

But before I can get over to my friend, a sharp pain hits the side of my face, and then I feel myself bang the edge of my head off one of the student desks. 

Through a loud ringing in my head, I hear Elena yell and a muffled cry from Caroline. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/n. I truly don’t. But you must understand what you mean in all of this. So sit down and shut up,” He leans down to my level on the floor, and I flinch as I catch a glimpse of his fangs. 

He stands up and then pauses. He proceeds to sniff the air and then glare down at me, “You should probably clean that up. Wouldn’t want you to bleed out…just yet.”

The ringing still hasn’t subsided, so I’m still incredibly confused…until a wet feeling falls down my face. I bring my fingers up and swallow a throatful of bile as I see my fingers covered in blood. 

Deja vu much?

—

“Why are you doing this?”

Elena’s angry voice asks Alaric as he paces the small classroom. 

Elena runs a hand up and down my back soothingly as I lay my pounding head on the cool desk. Over the past 15 minutes, I’ve tried to keep up with the back-and-forth arguing between the Original and my friend, but I’m just really tired. 

“Because you need me. Because you’re an 18-year-old girl, without parents or guidance or any sense of right and wrong anymore,” Alaric harshly says. 

“She’s got Jenna,” I softly say as my eyes flutter closed. 

“Keep your eyes open, Y/n.”

I groan in annoyance at her request, but with enough resilience, I peel open one eye to glance at her, which seems to relieve Elena. 

“Look at you,” Elena then turns to Alaric, “How is this right,” She gestures to Caroline and then to me.

“She’s a murderer. She told me she killed someone and liked it. Now, how is that right? And her,” He points to me and I use whatever strength I can muster to lift my hand up and show him my middle finger, “It’s only a matter of time before she starts murdering people just like the people she’s mated to,” He walks over to Elena,  “Listen, Elena, your parents led the council. It was their life's mission to keep this town safe. They weren’t dead six months before you went and undid it all.”

Elena, I think, goes on to deny him, and they argue some more, I think. I’m not exactly paying attention. Fuck, I need advil. Or vodka. Or both. 

A loud scream makes me open my eyes, eyes I hadn’t even realized I had closed.

“Take Y/n and get help!”

Who’s taking me?

I groan in pain as I feel strong arms wrap around me, and next thing I know, I’m being dragged out of the room. I try to struggle out of their hold.

“Y/n, it’s me, stop.”

Oh. Care. Never mind, take me away.

Caroline drags me some more before we stop. 

A hand pressing to my mouth makes me jolt, but the overwhelming smell of something woodsy makes me relax. 

Klaus. 

“I’ve got you, my love. I’m not going to get to you. You’re safe,” I find myself leaning into his touch and I almost fucking moan when he runs a warm hand down my face. 

“We’re going to save Elena,” His voice is no longer soft, and I look to see him staring at Caroline, “Get her and yourself out of here.”

We?

I fast movement catches my eye, and I see Elijah standing a few feet away from us, his eyes running over my body frantically, he’s surprisingly not in a suit. Or maybe he is, and my head injury is just so bad I’m imagining things. 

“Come on, Y/n,” I feel a tug and groan in annoyance.

“We’ll be coming out right after you, Elskan,” Elijah’s dark voice fills my ears, and I close my eyes as if to savor it.

“Take her and heal her.”

—

I’m going to barf. 

A wave of nausea flows over me as a blinding light hits my eyes. 

“She’s coming back now,” An old scratchy voice says from above me.

God?

“No dear, not God,” The voice says.

Am I saying things out loud?

“Yes, you are,” A younger voice chimes in.

I let out a groan as I peel open my eyes slowly, and take notice of the blurry figures in front of me.

“Go slow, Elskan,” A warm voice fills my senses, and I find myself giggling. 

“Such a pretty voice.”

A loud laugh makes me cringe in pain, and then I hear a yelp.

My vision finally starts to come together, and I can make out an old woman sitting above me, Elijah standing beside her, and Kol and Alastiar standing farther away. 

I go to sit up, but the old woman, presses her hands to my shoulders, “Easy, young lady. You took quite the spill. Just lie back.”

“What…who…”

Ya, I’m definitely going to barf.

“Ew, someone get it a bucket.”

“Kol,” I hear Elijah’s stern voice.

“Fine.”

A split second later, Kol returns with a blue bucket and puts it in front of me with a grossed out look. 

And another split second later, I’m pushing the old woman out of the way and I’m barfing into the small bucket, or at least trying to aim for the bucket. 

I feel a hand rub my back soothingly, and then I feel my hair being pulled away from my face, “That’s it, Elskan.”

—

I then proceeded to throw up for the next five minutes. Kol left 2 minutes in with a gag of his own. Alastair still stands by the door with a solemn expression, the old woman has been doing whatever old people do, and Elijah has not left my side.

For the past five minutes, he’s been holding my hair, whispering soothing words to me, and just being so kind, it almost makes me forget I hate him. 

Almost. 

“What the hell happened?”

Elijah grabs a tissue from the side table of the bed I’m currently lying in and wipes my mouth. I try to grab it from him but he won’t budge. 

“Alaric took you and…” He pauses as his jaw tightens and he grits his teeth, “You hit your head. Your blonde vampire friend healed you, but you remained unconscious, so I called in a nurse to come look over you.”

“You must’ve had a nasty spill,” The woman says, and I realize from the glazed-over look in her eyes that she must be compelled, “I stuck an IV into you to get some fluids into you.”

My eyes look down towards my arm, and like she said, a small IV is implanted. Its tube is connected to a walkable IV stand, which is next to my head. 

“Oh.”

“Oh? That is all you have to say,” Elijah’s tone is slightly harsher than before as he shakes his head.

“Your work here is done,” He turns to the woman, “Go home and forget this happened. A check will be sent to you.”

The woman then grabs her bag and leaves the room, leaving only Alastair, Elijah, and me. 

“You are dismissed as well, Alastair.”

“I’m fine right here, Sir,” Alastair says, not taking his eyes off me. 

Elijah turns over his shoulder to glare at the younger vampire.

“He’s fine, Elijah. I want him here.”

“We need to talk,” Elijah tries to argue.

“Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of him,” I try to glare at him, but too much movement is making me nauseous. 

Elijah must take notice because he instantly loses the dark facial features and places a cool hand on my face. 

He’s like a fucking ice pack.

“We can talk when you’re better,” He says softly and leans forward to place a kiss on the top of my head. 

A thought quickly crosses my mind, and I straighten up, “Where’s Elena?”

A grim look passes over Elijah’s face, “The Salvatores and Klaus are still at the school fighting Alaric. Niklaus and I thought it was best if I made sure you got to safety before anything else. But, they’ve got a plan to help her, so just sit back and get some rest.”

“Will you stay with me,” I say through a yawn.

Elijah gives me a soft smile, “Of course.”

I shake my head, “I was talking to Alastair.”

—

“AHHHHHH!”

A sharp pain flies through my body, and I quickly sit up.

“Y/n, what is it!? What’s going on?!”

I stare wide-eyed at Alastiar, who is nearly by my bedside, watching me frantically. 

I clutch my chest, “I…I can’t…”

“Can’t what?!?”

“Breathe, I can’t breathe!”

A loud crash fills the house, and Alastiar quickly takes a defensive stance in front of me. Alastair stares at the door like a guard dog, ready for attack in case someone walks in. I grabbed his hand for support, and he clutched it in his. 

“Just try to take deep breaths, Y/n. I’m sure one of the Mikaelsons will figure this out.”

The door handle jiggling catches our attention, and Alastair takes a defensive step forward, dropping my hand. 

 “Y/n?’’

If I could sigh in relief, I would as I see Elena pull herself into the room. She holds herself on the door frame and I frown as I see Damon standing behind her with s solem look on his face.

“What’s happening?”

—-

I clutch my knees to my chest as Theo sits wordlessly at the end of my bed. 

We’ve been sitting like this for 2 hours, or at least since he drove me home from the Mikaelsons. 

“What’s going to happen?”

I don’t respond to my brother. 

“Y/n?”

“Y/n?!”

I glance up at my brother. 

“Klaus is gone. There’s nothing to do.”

[mrsjjongstby]

"Don't do that again" - P.JS

Pairings: Husband!Jay x Wife!reader Synopsis: You wipe his kisses off to see how he'll react Warnings: Um none? reader and jay are cooking, prolly suggestive if u squint hard enough (other members version: here) WordCount: 357

You rarely step into the kitchen, given the fact that your husband cooks most of the time. But once in a while when you do come into kitchen, you help him with the cooking.  

This was one of those times when you wanted to help him around the kitchen, so you enter the battleground with the idea of not only helping him but also pranking him. 

You refused at first, saying there was no need and how you should rest but you insisted and Jay being Jay muttered a “fine” never really knowing how to deny you. 

You were cutting the veggies beside Jay who is sautéing the onions with an apron on him. As you completed cutting, you give the cutting board filled with chopped vegies to him.

He looks at them and then at you as he smiles and takes the chopping board while kissing your cheek. You decide to put your act in action and you wipe the kiss off with the back of your hand.

Jay sees that from the corner of his eyes as he frowns and keep the cutting board on the counter. 

He looks at you as you lean against the counter watching the food cook. He leans again and kisses your cheek again; you wipe it again wondering what he'll do.

He raises his eyebrow and then nods to himself looking away while taking a cloth to wipe his hands, he places the cloth back in its place.

He moved towards you and kept his hands on the counter with you in between- trapping you against the counter. You turn from your side to your back against the counter and look at him confused.

He bends down slightly and leans in, so he stays eye level to you. He tilts his head and kisses you. You can't help but give in and kiss him back as you bring up your hands, keeping them on his shoulders forgetting the prank. You pull away due to loss of air and look at him. 

"Don't do that again" He murmurs with low voice as he presses a kiss on your forehead. 

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A/n: Can be read as a stand alone! other members version: here! as i said, im trying out things, so if it feels off u know y. ALSO the header is from pinteresttt!

[yves4apples]

slightly suggestive

leon proclaims that his life began when he met you. so, it is no wonder why he comes home from saving the world once more. sure, he has a warm bed to rest his head onto-- but most of all, the most gentle, understanding soul right next to him. tied to him on a pretty finger, forevermore.

he was never one for romance. the nature of his career is an outright rejection at the idea of such a thing. but leon kennedy is only human after all.

he rings the doorbell of his home, his shares home with his beloved. his breath hitched as he shuffles the wrapping of the intricate bouquet of lilies, baby's breathes, and colorful tulips before quickly deciding to hold his body still.

you practically sprang out onto your feet. before anything, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, breathing in his scent of sweat, of forests after rainfall, of faint rosemary. you missed him, more than anything. leon reminds you to never worry time after time before leaving. you trust him to come home; you know he will fight even death itself to crawl back home to you. yet, there is always an ache, a sick inkling, a superstition that all you'll end up with is an american flag and pieces of gear is all that will be left of him.

"nice to see you," you said cheekily, trying to bite back tears. leon chuckled, wrapping his arms around your wait before squeezing your waist. "nice to see you too, dear."

your chest suddenly felt heavy. leon pulls away first. there is the cracking of paper wrapping, making the bouquet is slightly squished. "for you," he murmured, before kissing your cheek. there is a tag labeled: for the love of my life.

you sniffle before you took a good look at him. you cannot believe he is right in front of your eyes, breathing with all of his limbs attached. surely without his scars that you'll trace under the sheets later. you smile, deeply. "thank you, leon," you pepper his handsome face full of kisses.

"you missed a spot," he manages to say, his face tickling under your lips. and you both new what you were both missing. you laugh, wrapping a single arm around his neck, the other caressing your bouquet as if it were a small babe.

you press your lips against his, both of you smiling into the kiss. it wasn't rough, but it was certainily a deep, passionate, all-consuming kiss. one of two lovers separated for months on end, thousands of miles away. one could not tell if it was there last or first kiss.

you pulled away first this time, resting your foreheads against each other. "i missed my best girl," leon finally said, still breathless. "hell, misses doesn't even begin to understand."

"maybe you can show me later," you whisper, giggling before hiding into his neck.

"what about now?" he interweaves your hand with his, pulling into your shared home.

© yves4apples 2025.

a/n: i shed a tear writing this. (i wrote this instead of studying...) might write a nsfw ver / part 2 later

[munsonsmixtapes]

Make it Steamy

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

A weekend at a cabin with your best friend, Simon makes the both you decide to take your friendship to the next level.

cw: MDNI (18+) fingering, oral (f receiving)

You let out a sigh of relief when you enter the cabin you’re going to be sharing with Simon. He brushes past you as he comes in behind you, holding your suitcases that he insisted on carrying. Tension between the two of you was high the entire car ride and you’re wondering if being here alone will finally cause everything to crack and you wonder who will be the first to break. 

You’re sure it’s probably going to be you. You’ve been feeling this way about Simon for so long and you think this is going to be the weekend where you finally make a move. You wonder if he feels it too. You see the looks he gives when he thinks you’re not looking. His hand was on your thigh the entire way up here so that has to mean something, right?

While he sets your bags in your rooms, you decide to take yourself on a tour, checking the place out. Simon booked the reservation and wouldn’t tell you anything so it’s all a surprise. Considering how spacious and nicely decorated the whole thing is, you just know that it had to cost a pretty penny even though it’s not very big. 

You make your way through the kitchen where there’s a sliding glass door that leads out onto a deck. Your eyes see nothing but the giant hot tub and you let out a sigh at how good that would feel on your aching muscles. Your job has been stressing you out and you can literally feel the knots in your shoulders. 

And you can’t help but let your mind wander, letting yourself think about Simon joining you in the hot tub, straddling his waist and-

“I’ve got some bad news,” he says, pulling you out of your dirty thoughts and you’re so startled that you feel like cold water has just been poured on you. 

“What is it?” You ask, turning to face him and he has that face that lets you know that you’re not going to like what he’s going to say. 

“There’s only one bed.” You resist the urge to bite your bottom lip, fighting off the smile when you hear those words. You’ve shared a bed more times than you can count so you don’t see why this is any different. He’s been acting weird the entire day and you can’t figure out why.

“So? We share a bed all the time. I missed your snuggles.” Simon normally loves sharing a bed with you. He loves that you let him hold you, but this time, it’s different. Seeing you in that tank top and short shorts is making his brain short circuit and if he’s around you for too long, he’s afraid of what he’s going to do. 

He wants to pull you close, to feel every inch of your naked body, to bend you over the counter and-

“Hello, Simon?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he shakes his head, reluctantly bringing himself out of the delicious daydream he’s been having for days. If only he was able to stop thinking with his cock. Then maybe he’d actually be able to be around you and not have to constantly go to the bathroom to adjust himself. He’s debating taking a shower and putting on some loud music so he can jack off to get it out of his system. 

“I think I’m gonna get in the hot tub if you want to join,” you tell him as you make your way to the bedroom to change. You don’t have to ask him twice. He makes a beeline for the bedroom and you’re already in the bathroom, surely getting changed. He wonders what little number you’ve packed this time, if you’ll let him take it off of you. 

You stand in the mirror, the bright purple bikini looking a lot better on you than it had in the dressing room. You’ll wonder if he’ll like this one, if it will be left floating in the water as you ride him. Part of you wonders if you should just take a cold shower instead to make yourself a less horny mess. 

You come out of the bathroom, feeling more confident than ever as Simon’s eyes catch on you, slowly moving over your body and your skin burns under his gaze. He looks like he wants to eat you alive and you think you might let him. 

He stands there, frozen and you make your way towards him, batting your eyelashes like you have no idea what you’re doing even though you can clearly see the outline of his cock in his swim trunks. 

“How do I look, Simon?” You ask and his mouth goes dry, all the words he’s ever known fleeing from his head. You look so good, so much so that he’s close to bending you over the bed beside you and having his way with you. 

“Fuck,” he rasps, his eyes moving down to the tops on your breasts. God, what he would give to be able to reach out and touch them. 

“You can touch me,” you tell him, your voice soft as you arch your back ever so slightly. “You can touch me any way you want.” You grab hold of his hands and rest them on your waist, your mind racing with all of the dirty things he could do with just his fingers. 

He doesn’t even care that you’re calling the shots-he actually prefers it. He loves being told what to do, knowing that he’d do whatever command fell from your pretty lips. He’s so in love with you, needs you so badly that he’ll do whatever he needs to in order to please you. 

He’s hypnotized, feeling dizzy as you stare up at him, his eyes now shifting to your lips that he so desperately wants to know the taste of. But he decides he won’t let himself until you tell him to. He just doesn’t want to overstep, to do something that you don’t want even though you’re looking at his lips too.

“Maybe we should get in,” he gulps, jerking his thumb in the direction of the hot tub and you wordlessly take his hand and lead him that way. 

You feel like you’re on a high. You’ve somehow made Simon nervous and you kind of like it, that you were able to completely disarm him with just a few words. You wonder what he’d do if you straddled him in the hot tub, if he would let you fuck him right there. Your mind swirls with all of the possibilities as you both get in, the water bubbling as you sit across from each other. 

The tension is palpable and you can’t help but smirk at the fact that he looks like he wants to eat you whole but he’s restraining himself, holding onto the edge of the bench so hard that his knuckles are white. 

You don’t even last five minutes before you’re making your way over to him. You straddle his lap, each leg landing on each side of his thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands hesitantly land on your waist. You stare at each other, both of you thinking about all of the nasty things you want to do to each other but neither of you are willing to make the first move even though you’re staring at each other’s lips again. 

“Kiss me,” you whisper and he does as you command, not holding back, pouring out everything he’s feeling for you into this kiss. It’s hungry, and desperate as you both take exactly what you want from each other. It’s teeth clinking and hands in hair, filthy moans. 

You can feel hard he is underneath you and you grind against him as a way to tease him. He looks like he’s about to bust and before you can even register what’s happening, he’s carrying you inside, lips still attached as he takes you to the bedroom. 

Once inside, he sets you on your feet, his lips moving down to your neck, kissing his way down your body until he’s on his knees. He goes to untie your bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the floor as he brings his fingers up to your cunt, moving them back and forth in a teasing manner and because you just need some relief, you grab hold of his wrist and shove his fingers inside you, moaning loudly at the sensation and Simon swears he’s going to bust right there. 

“Fuck,” you whine, when he begins to pump harder and harder, seeing how easily you’re able to come undone just from his fingers. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you hold onto him for dear life, feeling your legs already turning to jello. 

“So tight,” he groans, his fingers moving at an even more rapid rate. “Let me fix that for you.” He keeps going, watching you as he fingers you, eating up your pretty moans and the way your throw your head back because of how good it feels. 

He’s hard beyond belief and despite how badly he wants to get inside you, he wants to taste you even more. He wants to watch you writhe as he eats you out, to fuck his face the way he knows you will, you scream with pleasure when you eventually come, his name falling from your lips. 

He watches you orgasm, his ego even bigger because all he used was his fingers. You’re so close to falling to the floor so he pulls his fingers out and steadies you, making sure to lick his fingers clean before he does so. 

“Can I eat you out?” He asks, and you look down at him, your eyes darkening as you do so. “Please.” He’s begging now and you never thought you’d ever get to see Simon Riley in this position. 

“How about it sit on your face?” You ask and he’s on his feet in an instant, throwing himself onto the bed and you join him, kneeling beside him as you take off your bikini top and throw it to the side. 

Simon can’t help but stare at your bare chest, your hard nipples, wondering how someone can be so beautiful. He swears that you’re more beautiful than he imagined, the star in all of his late night fantasies. But even those can’t compare to what’s happening now. 

You lean over and press your lips to his and he can’t help but think about how natural this feels, how he could kiss you for hours and never get bored. This could be what you do for the rest of the night and he wouldn’t complain. 

He’s so in love with you and he wonders how you would respond if he told you the truth. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to sleep with anyone else after tonight, not that he wants to. You’re it for him and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you if you’ll let him.

You pull away before he’s ready then move up by his head, swinging one leg over and before he knows it, you’re sitting on his face and he doesn’t need to be told what to do. He begins at your clit, teasing it with his tongue and just that makes you moan loudly, the sounds almost pornographic and he pulls it into his mouth, giving it a rough suck. 

You must like that because you’re riding his face now, the prettiest sounds falling from your mouth as you do so. His hands move your ass, giving it a squeeze which makes you squeal and Simon can’t help but be amused by that. He then begins to knead, desperate for something to do with his hands. 

You grab hold of the headboard in front of you, as he bites down on your clit, going at it like a man starved and and you can’t help but think that this is the best head you’ve ever received and don’t think you’d ever let anyone do this after tonight. 

Once his mouth moves down to your slit, you already know that you’re going to come again, it’s rapidly approaching and the three words that have been on the tip of your tongue for years are blurted in a breathy confession as you reach yet another orgasm and as soon as the words are out of your mouth, your eyes widen, realizing what you’ve just said. 

You’re quick to climb off of him and his expression matches yours, his eyes just as wide as he takes in the words, really letting them sit. The silence is deafening and you’re silently begging, pleading for him to say something. 

“I meant what I said,” you’re quick to say, not wanting him to think it was just because of the orgasm he just gave you. Before you can even overthink, he smiles, and matches the way you’re sitting, getting on his knees as well. 

“I love you too,” he smiles as a hand reaches up and cradles your face in his hands as he pulls you into a kiss that’s nothing but teeth and giggles because of how happy you both are. “So fucking much.” His swimsuit is off in an instant and he lays you down on the bed, fully intending on showing you just how much. 

You stay like that the rest of the weekend, tangled up in the sheets, whispering just how much you love each other between giggles and sharing stories of when you first fell for each other. The weekend is nothing like you anticipated but you can’t say you’re upset with that. This is everything you ever wished for and exactly what you’ve been wanting your entire life. Needless to say you’ve both earned it.

[imissnanami]

Sharing is Caring: CalebMC x Gideon DAA MDNI

Chapter 2 (7k words)

C/w: sex, p in v sex, blowjobs, f receiving head, male & female masturbation, men kissing, threesome

part 1 | part 3 (TBD)

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Gideon thought things were going well, all things considered. 

And by going well, he meant horribly.

Nothing of that night had been acknowledged.

At. All. 

~*~

The morning after, when Gideon had woken up, the room was empty. Caleb’s bed was made and there was no trace of MC having ever been there. Sitting up, the blanket pooled in his lap and Gideon rubbed his hands down his face, blinking slowly.

Zoning out, his mind wanderers to last night and the way he watched Caleb fuck MC. Getting lost in his memories, he felt himself start to grow in his boxers. Looking down into his lap with half lidded eyes, he groans, brow furrowing. Flopping back on his bed with a huff, Gideon watched as the dust particles floated around him. 

*click*

His attention was quickly drawn to the rattling of the door. Rolling on his side, to hide his half hard cock, he pulls the covers up too. In his post morning haze, he decides to lay still. Why? He himself did not know. 

Caleb kicks the door open and shuffles in with an armful of grocery bags. In his own little world, he focuses on restocking the fridge and cupboards. Humming to himself, Caleb grabs an energy drink and starts walking towards their beds. 

Gideon, shitting himself, closes his eyes. 

Why the fuck am I pretending to be asleep? What the fuck, Gideon?? He thinks to himself. 

Deciding he's being stupid, Gideon opens his eyes with a greeting on the tip of his tongue, only to be surprised by the sight of Caleb peeling his shirt off his broad back. 

Feeling his mouth run dry and before he could stop himself, his eyes trace along the mass of muscle. They scan the line of Caleb’s spine before stopping at the little dimples right above his underwear line. Catching Caleb’s movement again, Giden screws his eyes shut as he hears Caleb approach his bed. 

Gideon’s heart hammers in his chest. He holds his breath. 

A beat passes

*thunk* 

Another beat. And then another.

After a few more moments Gideon hears the bathroom door click shut and the shower start. Carefully he opens one eye, and then the other. The room was empty again. The only difference was the energy drink that now sat on his night table. Glancing down the room, he stared at the bathroom door. The sound of water rushing on the other side of the door filled the bedroom too. 

Gideon threw his arm over his face as he collected his thoughts. 

Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? He thought to himself. 

Oh, just cause you saw your hot roommate fuck his also very hot girlfriend. Oh, and they were ok with you watching. His mind helpfully provided. 

Well fuck. 

Removing his arm from his face, Gideon wondered if anything was gonna change, not that he necessarily wanted it to. Well, he wasn't against anything happening, but he knew how obsessed Caleb was with MC, and everyone knew things were said in the heat of the moment. Yeah. He’d never want to get in between or make anything complicated for them. To be honest, Gideon thought that “invitation” was said in jest, mostly to defuse tension and not be an actual proper invitation. 

Sighing again, he sits up in his bed. Swinging his legs off his bed he’s about to get up when he hears a sound. Freezing he realizes it's a newly familiar sound. Straining his ears, he waits to see if he hears it again. 

Over the sound of the shower, Gideon can just make out the soft sound of Caleb's moans. 

Fuck. 

Another pause and there’s another moan, this time louder. 

Though the fear of getting caught earlier killed his boner, it seemed that hearing Caleb get off in the shower was super effective at bringing it back. Staring down at his lap, his dick tenting both his boxers and the blanket, Gideon quickly accepted defeat and kicked the blanket off. 

Seeing the wet spot where his tip pressed into the fabric only turned him on more. Biting his lip, he watched for a moment as his dick twitched in time with Caleb’s grunts coming from the bathroom.

Focusing in on the constant stream of groans and grunts coming from the bathroom, he pulls the waistband of his boxers over and under his hard length and balls. Biting his lip, he smooths his hand over his short trimmed pubes and down his length. His eyelids drooped as he wrapped his fingers around his thick length, giving himself a few steady strokes. 

Feeding off Caleb’s sounds, Gideon quickly spat in his hand and brought it back down to his now flushed head. Making a tight channel with his hand, he used his other hand to line himself up. Pushing his tip in his tight wet hand felt incredible. Warmth pooled in his gut and his thigh twitched every time he twisted right under his mushroom tip. Stifling his own moan, he struggled to focus as he jerked his entire length. Closing his eyes, he zeroed in on the sounds coming from behind the door. 

Gideon wondered how Caleb looked right now. He imagined hot water pouring down the chiseled frame that was the 6 foot 2 man. Dark brown, almost black hair dripping with water. Would he lean with one hand against the tiled wall, right bicep bulging as he tugged at his impressive length, head tilted forward and gaze unfocused. Or would he lean his back against the cool glass, forearm flexing with each upwards stroke. Head tilted back against as he moaned openly at the self delivered pleasure. Beads of water racing each other down the hard planes of muscle. 

Caleb's moans grew louder and came quicker, back to back, alerting his oncoming end. 

Brows furrowed and feeling his own high approaching, Gideon brought his hand up to his mouth, his large palm covering his mouth, in an effort to muffle his impending noises. Heat flared in his lower abdomen as his eyes lost focus again. His hips lifted off the bed as he masturbated himself, focusing on the tip of his cock. Precum was now freely leaking from his deep red tip. Feeling his balls tighten at the series of loud groans and curses that escaped the bathroom, Gideon was done. The whites of his eyes were the only visible part as he came. Spurt after spurt of thick cum splattered and decorated his bare chest. His teeth bit painfully deeper into his hand as he continued to milk his dick into overstimulation. Soft whimpers escaped as he finally stopped, leaving him panting on his bed. 

As he finished catching his breath, the sound of the shower turning off, spurred him into action. With a grunt Gideon propped himself up on one elbow and reached for some kleenex. Quickly cleaning his cum off his chest, he threw the tissues out and covered himself with the blanket again. 

Just in time for Caleb to emerge from the bathroom. Dropping his pile of clothes on his bed, Caleb messily towel dries his hair and drapes the damp towel around his neck. He shoots Gideon an easy smile before walking over and plopping down on the couch with his phone. Caleb flicks on the TV and skims the channels before landing on a basketball game. 

Gideon lay there, still catching his breath and calming his beating heart. Reaching over he grabs the sports drink Caleb had left and cracks it open. He downs it in one go, gasping a little as he sets it down again. 

“Thirsty?” Caleb's voice calls over? Whipping his head around, Gideon sees that Caleb is still engrossed in his phone. Offering a strained laugh and a half assed,

“Yeah,” was all that Gideon could come up with before he turned back. 

Gideon’s eyes scan the room and land on Caleb's pile of dirty clothes. Frowning to himself, a sliver of bright red catches his attention. 

Now, not that he looked, but Gideon knew that Caleb had black and grey underwear, they all did. And red was not a colour Caleb wore. 

Squinting, his eyes suddenly went wide as he realized it wasn’t just fabric but lace. As in lace panties. MC’s lace panties. That Caleb had in the bathroom. While he was jerking off in the shower.

Looking down in his lap Gideon sighed. 

Fuck. He was hard again.

~*~

Which brings us to now. 

A few weeks had passed and there was still no talk about what had happened. Did Gideon fantasize and jerk off to the memories of said night? 

Of course he did. 

And did he have his first wet dream in years about being sandwiched in between the two? 

Also yes.

But Caleb never brought it up and Gideon was too much of a coward to approach him. Water under the bridge as they say. Things were relatively back to normal and Gideon was finally relaxing back into their comfortable dynamic. 

Walking back with his groceries, Gideon hums quietly to himself, mouthing the lyrics to the song playing over his headphones. As he makes his way up the stairs to his dorm room, the metal of his keys jingle, the small DAA charm clinking against the basketball one. Coming to a stop in front of their door, he picks out the room key and unlocks the door. 

Gideon, completely oblivious to everything around him, makes his way into their shared room. Kicking off his shoes he walks to the coffee table and drops the bags. As he was about to put away the frozen food, he paused. 

Feeling like something was out of place, he looked up. 

And nearly choked on his spit. 

Caleb sat sideways on his bed, back against the wall, naked. Nestled in between his long legs and caged between strong arms lay a very naked MC. Her arms were pinned behind her back and against Caleb's board chest. Her thighs were spread open, pussy glistening, as her legs seemingly fought to close against an invisible force. Caleb’s evol Gideon belatedly realized.

Though currently Gideon could only stare. Why was MC here? How did he not notice? Thinking back he did faintly remember the shoe pile by the door did look a bit fuller when he came in. But why was she here now? His mind buffered as he stared. 

Finally breaking everyone out of their frozen state, came MC’s cry.

“Caleb!” she screeched, face burning. Wriggling her torso so she could free her arms and slap his leg. With a sigh, Caleb released his evol and let go of MC, who quickly lunged for a blanket to cover up. 

Gideon stood frozen. MC, tilted her head as she looked at Gideon. Leaning back to Caleb, she asked,

“Is he ok?” Caleb chuckled before rubbing his hands up and down her arms, comforting the girl. 

“Gid? You good bro?” He asked.

Snapping out of his haze, Gideon slapped a hand over his eyes and turned around.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, I should have knocked,”

Caleb laughed to himself as he stood up, grabbing a blanket and tying it around his waist. He walked towards Gideon who was still standing in the middle of the room. 

“Hey, you couldn't have known” Slinging an arm around Gideon’s shoulders, Caleb looked to see his face. Well what he could see behind Gideon’s hand. 

Looking at him more earnestly, he asked again,

“You sure you're ok?”

Gidon nodded jerkily and slowly brought his hand down. Caleb’s skin against his was warm and slightly tacky with sweat. Caleb’s arm and chest almost burned, his body heat radiated through Gideon’s thin tank. He felt his mouth go dry. 

Fuck, I’m getting hard… Gideon thought. 

His hand smoothing down his shirt, gripping the fabric and pulling it away from his body. A weak attempt at hiding his boner. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he felt hot all over. Gideon’s hands shook as he tried to think of something to say or do that would help the situation. 

Well, he never was the best thinker. 

Caleb, wearing a shit eating grin, bit his lip. His eyes flickered between the prominent bulge in Gideon’s basketball shorts and his flushed face, noticing how Gideon was doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact. 

Glancing back at MC, who was sitting on the bed cutely, he raised a brow, as if asking her if it was okay to take things further. MC gave a shy smile before nodding. Caleb smirked and blew her a kiss. 

Turning back to Gideon, Caleb leaned in a bit and asked,

“Wanna watch?” Gideon felt his heart fall to his ass. What?

Caleb laughed at the immediate flinch Gideon gave off. Releasing the shorter man's shoulders, Caleb walked back a few paces before turning to the bed. Keeping his eyes on her, he spoke; 

“Lie down, Pip,” Caleb softly commanded.

MC, still sitting across the bed, smiled at him, eyes twinkling with warmth. Caleb’s form covers her’s for a moment, giving her forehead a kiss before he retreats and kneels at the side of the bed. 

His large palms rubbed up MC’s thighs, before dragging her body to the edge of the bed, all the while keeping eye contact with her. Applying gentle pressure, he spread her legs and made room for himself, broad shoulders and all.

Gideon went to sit on the edge of his bed, lidded eyes focused on the way MC’s cunt twitched. He watched as Caleb’s mouth steadily approached her waiting core. His thumbs came up to bracket her outer lips, before gently pulling them apart. Her inner folds parted too from the pressure, slick pooling at her entrance. Gideon feels his mouth water more and swallows down the extra spit. Caleb then leans in, dragging the tip of his nose along the seam, nudging her lips apart even further as he goes. His lips trail after his nose, and once he reaches the top, he takes a long and deep inhale. His eyes flutter shut as he loses himself in her unique musky scent. Exhaling, he moans wantonly as his eyes lazily open, vision fuzzy as he leans in again.

Gideon watches with bated breath as Caleb begins to make out with MC’s pussy. Open mouth kiss after open mouth kiss are followed by steady licks of his rough tongue. Caleb works her open with practiced ease. Groaning he feels MC’s heels dig into his shoulders, and her saccharine pants turn more needy and impatient. Chuckling against her core, Caleb’s hands slide under her ass and in one swift movement, he pulls her hips closer and sinks his face deeper into her core.

Gideon bites his lip at the powerful display of strength Caleb had shown so casually. His dark brown eyes roam over the tight muscles of Caleb’s broad back, twitching in harmony to help bring MC to the peak of pleasure. His eyes dragged lower to his bare ass and the way his thighs were flexing as he tried to get closer to the bed. 

With the help of the new angle, Caleb focused on teasing closer and closer to her clit with each lick. Each drag of his tongue just slid past, there was never direct contact but just enough to have her moaning his name. 

“Ca-Leb~” 

“Stop-haa, teasinggahhh~”

Finally pulling away, prompted by MC pushing at his forehead weakly, he grinned back at her heaving frame. The bottom half of Caleb’s face was covered in her slick cum. Gideon couldn't help the way his eyes were glued to Caleb's lips. As he spoke, the sheen from her cum acted like lip gloss and drew Gideon’s attention. Seeing the way it clung to his lips and created strings as he spoke made Gideon swallow audibly. His eyes kept darting between Caleb's mouth and MC’s glistening cunt, his mouth salivating and making him lick his lips. 

He wondered what it tasted like.. Would it be sweet? Tangy? A mix of both?

This didn’t go unnoticed by Caleb. Smirking, he looked up at Gideon, who had unconsciously stood up for a better view. Pushing himself up, Caleb approached Gideon. Motioning with his head to MC. who was recovering on the bed, he asked,

“Wan' a taste?”

Gideon’s brain buffered before he found himself nodding along. Caleb's eyes scanned over Gideon as the shorter male eyed the MC. Just as Gidoen was starting to move towards the bed, Caleb's hand on his chest stopped him. Turning–confused, he looked at Caleb–who reached up and grabbed his jaw. 

Gideon looked slightly taken aback but didn't move a muscle.

What. The. Fuckkk? 

Gideon thought to himself as Caleb eyed him like that.

Gideon watched as the taller male tilted his jaw. Thick, long fingers gently yet firmly held him there. He was so close. Caleb smirked as Gideon’s eyes drifted down to his lips. Slowly Caleb pulled Gideon’s face closer and closer to his. 

Gideon only seemed to notice this the moment their noses bumped together. Seeming to come back to his senses somewhat, he goes to pull back, but Caleb's hand keeps him there. Not letting him retreat. Their eyes flick up to one another's and Caleb gives his nose a small nudge.

“I thought you wanted a taste?” he whispers. 

Caleb leans in again before stopping, his sticky lips brushing the tiniest bit against Gideon’s, leaving it up to the shorter man to close the gap. 

Fuck it. Gideon thought.

He closes his eyes and leans in, lips pressing against Caleb’s. 

The kiss started out simple enough, Gideon’s closed mouth touching Caleb’s slightly parted one. 

That was, until Gideon realized he couldn’t get a taste, if his mouth was closed. 

After a slight pause, he opened his mouth just enough for his tongue to quickly slip out and graze against the taller man’s slick-coated-lips. The second MC’s sweet taste invaded his mouth Gideon couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Opening his mouth wider, he licks against Caleb’s now smiling lips, desperate for a better taste. It was addicting and soon the thought of pulling away evaporated from his mind. 

Lips easily sliding against one another, the two men kissed messily. One trying to devour the other, the other letting him. Gideon’s hand reached out, hand hovering over Caleb’s neck before moving up and holding his strong jaw. The slightly shorter man held Caleb in place as he licked into his mouth, tongue slipping past teeth searching for every ounce of MC’s sweet nectar. 

Caleb let Gideon take the lead, but soon it was getting to hot. In between kisses, he snuck a glance at MC. The girl was watching the two men eagerly, legs squirming against one another as she palmed her breasts and rolled her nipples. Eyes lidded as her gaze was stuck on their messy passion. 

Feeling a sudden need to prove himself and his masculine prowess, Caleb decided it was time to turn the tables.

Gideon let out a surprised moan as Caleb began to apply more pressure, every swipe of his tongue now being met with equal force. Caleb’s right hand made its way up the other man’s side and towards the back of his neck into his short hair. 

Gideon’s hand now rested on Caleb’s thick, naked peck— and without a moment to waste— Caleb tugged strongly, pulling Gideon’s head back and forcing his mouth open. 

What the fuck? 

Gideon couldn't even waste time on feeling embarrassed at the pathetic mewel that escaped him following the prickling sensation on his scalp. He could only gasp air into his lungs as Caleb kissed and licked along his neck. As if he already knew, Caleb began sucking a hickey into the sensitive spot at the base of his neck.

Fuck I’m so hard right now… Gideon thought, too caught up in every small movement of the fabric straining over his hard length. 

His eyes cracked open, the only things in his field of vision were Caleb’s messy dark hair and the white ceiling. In another moment Caleb was mouthing his way back up to Gideon’s lips, the other man met him eagerly. 

The two men were panting as they continued to make out. That was until Caleb pulled back for a moment before giving his lips another quick peck.

Gideon now pulled back, eyes unfocused and looking slightly fucked out. His brain struggled to catch up, has Caleb said something? But unfortunately the best he could come up with was a dazed, 

“Huh?”

Caleb chuckled as he nodded over to a squirming MC. Gideon's eyes drank up how the woman laying on his roommate's bed was touching herself. He gulped as he looked back to Caleb, slightly lost. It wasn't his fault all the blood was in his dick right now. 

Caleb walked over to his bed,

“I said,” He leaned over and kissed MC slowly before pulling back,

“‘Did you want,’”

“‘...to have a taste,’”

“‘...straight from the source?’” He finished as he settled behind MC. 

Gideon could only nod dumbly. He wasn’t gonna start looking this gift horse in the mouth now. Caleb turned his attention to MC, stroking her hair gently,

“Let’s make room for him, eh Pips?”

MC nodded shyly, crawling up the bed a little bit. 

Caleb sat behind MC, this time it was his hands that held her thighs open. 

Gideon took in the sight before him. His length throbbed in his boxers. Crossing the space between their beds, he pulled his tank off in a single motion. In those few steps, Gideon came to a stop before the two. His eyes traced from Caleb’s thick arms to her plush thighs. The way her breasts moved with every breath and how the lines of her body led to her waiting core. Taking a final step forwards, Gideon dropped to his knees before them. 

MC moaned softly as he stared up at her. Gideon looked up expectantly at MC, waiting for her permission to touch her. Smiling softly, she gave a slight nod. Gideon smiles his charming smile before shuffling forwards. He tucks his knees under the bed and presses his chest to the edge of the mattress. 

Dragging his gaze down, it rests on her wet folds, already slick from watching them devour one another. Under his intense gaze, MC squirms lightly. As her hips shift, her slick folds slide and part for his eyes. Her wetness collected at the bottom of her pussy and slowly rolled down between her cheeks. 

Gideon feels himself throb once more. 

Taking one last look at MC, Gideon dives in. Pressing a simple closed mouth peck to her wet folds, his eyes flutter shut. He feels her plush warmth through his lips and as he retreats, her slick creates silvery webs between the two of them. As Gideon pulled back to get a look at her pretty face, the thread of slick snaps, clinging to his mouth and chin. He looked up at MC’s face, her half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks stroked his pride immensely, but what really made him glow was the approving look Caleb wore. 

Gideon couldn’t help but sigh dreamily, his cum-glossed mouth parting. Lazily he went to lick his lips. Moaning at the taste it was as if a seal was broken, Gideon dove back in with renewed fervor. His mouth met her core in an open mouthed kiss. His tongue immediately pressed flatly and dragged through her folds, before parting and repeating the action over and over. Gideon moaned as he made out passionately with MC’s pussy. Sucking at her lips and teasing up and along the sides but never directly on her clit. The continued river of slick steadily pouring from MC and his own saliva helped in the slide of his lips across her skin. 

MC whined at the feeling of his swollen lips on her most sensitive part. The way Caleb’s best friend and roommate ate her out was so similar to Caleb himself, that she briefly wondered if they’ve spoken about it before. Before she could think any further on that, She felt Gideon shift under her and he dove back in with renewed fervor. Now adding tiny rhythmic licks to her clit, she felt her core clench around nothing. She whimpered pathetically as one hand dug into Caleb’s thich forearm, while the other went to tangle in Gideon’s short hair. 

Eating out MC, was intensely hot to Gideon. He had never felt so turned on in his entire life, and the way he knew Caleb was watching his performance only spurred him on to do better, be better. Feeling her pretty nails rake against his scalp and the way her palm pushed him closer to her core was quickly unraveling any restraint he had. 

Though it was not mentioned earlier, the two men had an understanding that he could please, but not touch MC. No, that was reserved for Caleb. Only. So Gideon settled for the next best thing. 

Feeling his pulse now in his tight boxers he carefully reached down and pulls the elastic waistband, freeing himself. His hard length slapped up against his lower abs, splattering precum on his happy trail. Feeling relief at the release of pressure, Gideon let out a moan directly against MC’s sensitive clit, the vibrations causing the girl to writhe against Caleb. 

He was trying to be subtle with it, jerking off while you ate out your best friend’s girl wasn’t the best look. But it seemed that the Deepspace Gods never did have his back. As his hand slid up and down his hot length quickly, a set of violet eyes caught the repeated motion.

But Gideon was unaware. MC’s head was thrown back on his shoulder as he squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure as Gideon buried his face in her cunt. His eyes were also shut, brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on what made MC twitch and moan breathlessly. Gideon moaned as he jerked his length, fast strokes stimulating him just in the way he liked. He couldn't help the needy whines that he let out against MC, his lips faltering as he got closer and closer to his release. His gut burned with hot want. It felt so good.

Caleb licked his lips as he watched his pretty roommate fall apart while eating his girl out. His own length was impossibly hard and leaking against MC’s back. His chest heaved in pathetic pants as he just watched. Seeing Gideon lose himself and resort to touching himself made Caleb dizzy. He wanted to antagonize the other man more. Make him fall apart. 

Suddenly an idea popped into his head. 

With a shaky hand, Caleb gently grabbed MC’s jaw and leaned down so his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of her ear.

Rasping out in a husky whisper, Caleb said;

“...Open your eyes, Pips…”

MC tossed her head to the side, weakly trying to get out of his grip, eyes still shut.

“Common Pips…be a good girl for me and open your pretty eyes”

MC paused in her squirming, her brain sluggishly processing his words.

“You're my good girl, yeah?...Can you do that for me? Pips?”

With all too much effort MC peeled open her eyes and squinted to see what Caleb wanted her to see. Blinking the tears away she saw Gideon eating her out. His short hair mussed from her constant tugging and pulling. But what really caught her attention was the way his broad back muscles flexed and shone with sweat. Specifically his right shoulder and how it jerked in a repeated motion. MC moaned openly at the sight, trying to prop herself up to see more. 

At her louder moan and shifting hips, Gideon parted to look up. What he didn’t expect was to meet a set of purple eyes along with another set of hungry eyes. His cock twitches involuntarily at the extra attention and he squeezed it.

Fuck. Gideon thought. He didn't mean to get caught and not like this. It was just to take the edge off, he told himself. He let go of this throbbing length. 

Glancing between the two Gideon bit his lip as he kneeled on the carpeted floor. He licked his lips, mouth parting as he scrambled to think of something to say, to excuse his behaviour. 

MC wiggled her hips enticingly, catching and keeping eye contact with the man on the floor. 

“Go on, continue.” Came Caleb’s voice from behind the girl.

Gideon’s eyes immediately locked onto purple ones. Nodding his head slightly he brought his mouth back to MC’s wet core. She sighed in pleasure as he pressed a kiss to her swollen clit. But before he could really get back into the rhythm, Caleb’s stern voice interrupted them again. 

“Stop” MC let out a huff and was pouting when Gideon looked back up at the two. 

Caleb’s face was unreadable. Gideon felt helpless as he scrambled to think of something to say that would fix this. He didn't want to stop. This was the single best sexual experience he’s been a part of, and he’s fucked it. How? He wasn't sure yet but he immediately went to apologize. Only to get cut off again. 

“I said, to continue” 

Gideon could only stare back dumbly. 

“Stop teasing him, Caleb.” MC chided the bigger man, swatting his arm gently. Caleb chuckled in response, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“Okay, okay” Caleb said before turning back to Gideon. 

“Touch yourself.” He said bluntly.

Gideon was still and silent for a completely different reason this time. He thought his brain had actually short circuited. No way was his hot roommate and best friend telling him to jerk off while eating out his far to pretty girlfriend who wasn't his girlfriend. 

Pre leaked steadily from his tip as his brain tried to process this. 

“Go on Gid, be a good boy and touch yourself for us.”

Fuck he was goon a bust. Gideon thought. 

Letting out an exasperated sound he looks up pathetically at the two–who were propped up more to see him better–and shakily reached down to grasp his hot, wet cock. 

The two on the bed watch as Gideon’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he firmly strokes his thick length from base to tip. His large hand was wrapped around himself, fingers just touching. With each stroke, new beads of pre squeezed from his flushed head. 

MC moaned at the sight and reached down to play with her cunt. Her fingers immediately dip into her hot core before coming up to spread her wetness around her clit and rubbing quick circles. From all the foreplay and eating that Gideon had done, she was all too sensitive. Her high was approaching faster than she’d anticipated. 

Caleb indulged her for a moment as he watched Gideon watch MC. But all too soon he pulled her arms away, just before she reached her peak. 

With a pitiful cry MC whines loudly

“Not fair! Meanie!” Caleb only laughed at her as he caught Gideon’s eye. With a shared nod, Gideon scooted forwards as he continued to work his length. 

MC’s thighs were rubbing together, trying desperately for any kind of friction. Releasing his length, Gideon places his wet hands on her thighs and pries them apart. MC, getting the message, lets her legs fall open as Gideon dives in.

The both of them, having been on the edge for a while, were past the preamble and featherlight touches. Closing his hand into a tight fist, Gideon pushes his length into his warm hand, setting a frantic pace. Moans tumble out of his mouth as he licks and suckles on MC’s hard clit. The tip of his tongue repeatedly stroked from top to bottom, the small bundle of nerves slipping past the rough texture of his appendage. Each motion pulls a breathless whine from MC as she babbles mindlessly.

“Feels so good…Don't stop…Wanna cum so bad…” 

Burning heat pools in Gideon’s gut and crawls up his spine as he focuses on keeping his pace steady. From above, he can hear Caleb whispering sweet nothings to her as she falls apart, getting closer and closer to cuming. 

With the shred of energy he’s able to muster, Gideon looks up at the two. MC’s head is thrown back and her hair forms a messy halo around her head. A strong hand comes to brush her hair away from her face and sliding his eyes over, he sees Caleb smiling and talking MC through her pleasure.

Caleb feels another pair of eyes on him and turns to glance down their shared bodies to see Gideon's dark eyes peering up from devouring MC’s cunt. He watched as Geidon’s eyes blinked slowly and took in how flushed his roommate's face was. The way his shoulders stuttered in breath and how his right arm jerked unevenly was all Caleb needed to tell that Gideon was close. 

Picking up his head so that the kneeling man could see his lips, he mouthed three words. 

“Cum for me.”

Fuck. 

That was it for Gideon. Caleb watched as Gideon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His heavy balls drew up close to his body as ropes of thick, creamy, cum spurted from his sensitive tip. His hand continued to jerk himself gently as he spilled over his knuckles over and over again. A deep moan sounds from his buried mouth that was still desperately trying to get MC off. 

His steady rhythm and the vibrations from his pitiful sounds were thankfully enough to have MC’s thighs clamping down on the sides of his head. Ears already ringing from his intense orgasm, Gideon did his best to work MC through her high. 

He was only pulling away when her moans turned to whines of pain and her weak hands were pushing at his forehead. 

Leaning back on his heels Gideon looked a mess. His short hair stuck up in every direction. His lips were swollen and the bottom of his face was covered in her cum. He was flushed red from the tips of his ears all the way down his muscled chest. Thick pecs heaved as he tried to bring enough air into his spent body. Lower abs and happy trail were splattered with cum, along with his shorts and thick thighs. His half hard cock was resting on his right thigh, still shiny and glistening. His right arm twitches occasionally. 

He looked utterly fucked out. 

MC lay boneless in Caleb's arms. Also looking all too fucked out. 

But Caleb wasn’t quite done. And he never let his girl only cum once. 

With practiced ease and the use of his strong toned body, Caleb lifts MC up and shimmies down slightly. Parting her legs on either side of his hips, he glances down and lines himself up. He’s been so patient but fuck does he need her right now. His leaking tip was an angry red. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick. He was going insane with desire. 

Caleb prods his tip against MC’s wet lips, she moans wantonly as her hips rut back against him. His blunt head easily slips past the fist ring of muscle and into her wet, sopping, heat. Caleb’s brows furrow as he bites his lip, sinking inch by glorious inch into her. MC breathes deeply as he fills her. Slowly. Steadily. Until he’s bottomed out. She squeezes her core around his thick girth, teasing him. Caleb can only muffle his groans of satisfaction by latching his mouth to the soft skin of her neck. 

Gideon watched as Caleb’s hard length sunk into MC’s tight wet core, only to slide back out and thrust back in again. His cock, already spent, could only leak pre as he took in how Caleb fucked up into his girl.

Grabbing his discarded shirt, he cleans himself up as best as he can. 

Gideon was entranced as Caleb man-handled MC’s pliant body. Her plush thighs thrown over his large muscled ones, slim hips pistoning up against her round ass. Gideons eyes were glued to the way MC’s fluttering pussy swallowed Caleb’s veiny shaft. Over and over again. At the top he could see her stiff clit peeking out from behind its hood, her short trimmed pubes were sticky from their combined fluids and his own spit. And below was Caleb's full and heavy balls swinging and clapping up with each powerful thrust.  

His eyes feasted on how the two sweaty bodies writhed desperately against one another. Their sounds of pleasure became TV static as Gideon locked in on the foamy ring of her cum and his pre gathered at the base of Caleb’s cock. 

I wonder what it tastes like… His hazy mind wondered. 

Gideon slowly approaches and slots his face against their rocking pelvis’. Drawing his lips slicer, and with a quick flick of his tongue, he licks against the seam where they meet. Caleb swears while MC moans. But Gidoen is lost in bringing the mixture of fluids into his mouth and savouring the salty-sweet taste. Moaning as it overflows his taste buds, Gideon is quick to go back for seconds. 

This time he latches higher to her stiff clit, sucking it into his warm mouth. 

MC immediately whimpers, her core clenching and tightening around Caleb’s thick cock. 

“Fucking hell Gid” Caleb gasped, feeling himself hurtle closer to his impending orgasm, pace quickening.

Feeling emboldened by their combined moans, Gideon pushed closer. Pressing open mouthed kisses to her clit and surrounding folds. 

Moving back down Gideon paid special attention to where they met. As he licked and sucked at the sensitive flesh, he felt how MC’s outer lips twitched and fluttered with Caleb's continued assault. He also moaned at the way Caleb’s tight balls smacked against his chin with every thrust.  

Despite feeling overwhelmed, Gideon could feel how Caleb’s strokes were getting more powerful and less consistent, and he knew that Caleb was close. He could see the shake of the other man’s arms as he held MC up. 

Whether it was for selfish reasons or not, Gideon decided to help the two just a little more. 

While keeping up his ministrations, he freed his right hand and brought it to press down firmly on MC’s lower stomach.

The effect was instant. 

Caleb let out a dry gasp as MC wailed into the room. 

One thrust. Two thrusts. And they were gone. 

Caleb’s entire body went taught, muscles bulged, his abs clenched, and his balls tightened. Mouth hanging open in a silent cry, rope after rope of his thick creamy seed shot deep into MC’s womb. His cock kicked inside her with each spurt seemingly longer than the last. His eyes rolled as he struggled to keep them open, to watch MC fall apart so beautifully. But he was just a man. He mouthed lazily at her spit covered neck as she came. 

Her body bowed in pleasure as her cunt throbbed and milked him endlessly. Each pulse of pleasure shooting through her spine was accompanied by the muscles of her inner walls strangling Caleb’s poor sensitive cock. She whimpered and whined into the heavy air of the room as Gideon massaged her abdomen and continued to lick her through her high.

With a half broken sob MC finally, using her foot, pushed Gideon away. Her entire body felt numb and it was like her head was full of cotton. 

She barely noticed how Gideon shuffled back a bit and how Caleb slipped out. 

Using his evol, Caleb plugged her as Gideon got up and passed him some tissues and water. 

After cleaning her up and getting her to drink some water she fell back with a huff, pulling Caleb down so she was nestled into his side. Caleb took a few sips of water before passing the bottle to Gideon who finished it off. 

Gideon capped the empty bottle awkwardly before setting it down on the floor beside him. Scooting up, he leaned against the side of the bed, starting to feel the toll of their activities. 

He doesn't remember the last time he’d felt this content after sex. 

Looking up at the couple on the bed, he watched as Caleb tugged MC into his arms. Caleb then  drags them over to a cleaner patch of bed. Seeing Gideon sitting on the floor, his arms and head resting on the mattress, Caleb calls over,

“Gideon”

Gideon slowly turns his head to the voice and shoots him a lazy smile,

“Hmm?”

Caleb chuckles softly,

“Look at you, come here dummy”

Gideon rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh too, before approaching. Standing at the edge of the bed once again, he eyed MC, not quite sure how he fit into this tender afterglow. If he was wanted. His thoughts were derailed by her voice tiredly piping up

“Hug.” She said,

Gideon looked confused before she flapped her hand at him. He looked to Caleb for assistance, a clue, anything. Was this ok? But he only got a smile in return, a silent acceptance and allowing the events to unfold. 

Gideon stepped closer until he was kneeled next to MC. The girl stared at him expectantly and said again;

“Hug.”

And without further notice, she tugged him down so she could cuddle him too. Gideon could only sputter as he was brought down by the impatient girl. Caleb’s loud laughter filled the room before quieting down. The three of them lay there together, sideways on the single bed, legs hanging off the edge. 

And Gideon thought that maybe he fit in quite well, in this afterglow.

[moesthoughts]

my aching bones | party time ( photo 03 )

chapter summary : After the win at nationals, everyone is stressed both about allie and the thought of packing. Despite your efforts not to board a plane, coach martinez insists, and you can’t say no to him. Lottie, hoping to alleviate the stress, decides to throw a victory party the night before the team departs.

warnings : alcohol, drug use, nat flirting and lowkey leaving you high and dry, mental health topics, suggestive themes

The locker room was tense, everyone either looking at the floor or they have their head buried in their hands. You’re in the corner, pretending to mess with your camera so you don’t worry yourself to bits over the uneasiness settling in the room. Van is pacing back and forth, she is obviously stressed. You can’t blame her, losing a teammate right before you’re about to fly to nationals, that’s difficult. The silence was painful, you stop fidgeting with your camera due to how loud it was. You glance over at Nat, whose leg was bouncing rapidly, her hand over her mouth. Everyone is stressing, not being able to see how Allie is doing must be awful. You regret not getting to know her better, she’s too popular and annoying for your liking. Even then, she didn’t deserve to break her leg.

“I mean, It can’t be that bad right?”

Jackie is the one to break the silence, as usual. Of course, she’s the team captain. It’s one of her jobs to try to alleviate tension and build the team up. You notice her words don’t work, the girls stare at her in disbelief, some picking up their stuff and leaving. Jackie bites her lip and leans on the wall behind her, averting her eyes to the floor. Nat scoffs, and looks towards Taissa who has the face akin to a guilty dog. You wonder if her plan was what caused that to happen, “freezing her out”. You understand now what she meant. You feel indifferent, as much as Taissa is a good friend, what she did today was horrible. Somewhere inside of you knows she didn’t want it to end up with Allie being hurt, knowing her, she’ll keep her strategy a secret.

“You could see her fucking bone, Jackie.”

Nat retorts, shoving her clothes into her soccer bag aggressively. She’s obviously still angry from earlier, Taissa’s stubbornness and nobody backing her up, she’s mentioned she feels alone with the team. Jackie opens her mouth to argue back but second guesses herself, walking sheepishly over to Shauna, who seems as guilty as Tai. You think about speaking up, asking about the term “freezing out”, but you know it isn’t your place, especially not being apart of the team. You stand up and lean onto the lockers, giving Nat a gentle look when she glances your way. Her face softens when you both make eye contact, she feels bad that you have to experience everyone bickering in the locker room. You all jump when Lottie slams her locker, looking at everyone with an annoyed look.

“Are you all gonna keep arguing, or are you going to get ready for the party at my place tonight?”

She announces, picking up her back and storming out of the locker room, her steps echoing followed with her slamming the door. Everyone stays silent before moving to gather their things, Nat grabs your wrist and starts walking towards the exit of the locker room. She desperately wants to get wasted and forget the sight of Allie’s leg, and you do as well.

“Nice work Taissa.”

Nat makes sure to speak up before dragging you out of the room.

Just like before the game for nationals, Nat and you are cooped up in your room, getting ready for the party. You have three dresses on your bed to pick from, and you’re struggling quite a bit. Nat eyes you from her seat across the room, she’s already dressed and her makeup was done. She watches how your eyebrows pinch together while you’re deep in thought, shifting weight between your feet to help your brain juices flow. You’re a gorgeous sight, your hair already done with shiny jewelry complimenting your skin. She bites a smirk back as you pick up a dress, looking at her curiosity.

“Hey, Nat. Can you tell me which one looks the best?”

You ask, smiling as she nods right away. You start lifting up the dresses by their hangers, pressing them to your body. Nat hums while you continuously switch between them, she can’t tell what will look best without you trying them on. She knows you’d look amazing in anything you wear anyway, but she wants to pick the best option.

“Can you try them on? It’s kinda hard to tell with you just holding them up.”

The lightbulb in your head finally turns on, you let out a small “ohh..” sound before picking up one of the dresses, a simple blue one, a floral pattern tracing the bottom of it. You turn to open your door, planning to head to the bathroom. Nat calls out your name, causing you to whip your head around. You don’t recognize the look she has on your face, but you notice how her cheeks are ever so slightly burning red. You press your back against the door, you want to know what’s going through her mind while looking at you like that. You feel nervous, small. Maybe in a good way, you’re not sure.

“Just change here, I can look away or— something.”

Nat croaks out, instantly avoiding your gaze. Your face lights up like the fourth of july, your mind wandering some place else. She didn’t mean it in an explicit way, but the way you look at her, your face beat red, maybe she did.

“Are.. you sure?”

“Very.”

Her reply was quick, making butterflies swarm in your stomach. You turn your back to her, holding your breath as you slip off your clothes slowly but surely, the thought of her eyes possibly being on you plaguing your mind. You face Nat again, smoothing over the blue dress. She instantly notices how it’s too short for you, it was from freshman year home coming. So you repeat the process over again for the other two dresses, your third one being a dark brown that compliments your body. She looks you up and down, her hand covering her mouth as she drinks in the sight.

“I like— That one’s good.”

Nat tries to be nonchalant, getting up and quickly grabbing your keys before you can. As she exits your room you finally breathe, oxygen has never felt so amazing. You can’t shake the image of her eyes checking you out, the small compliments she was uttering under her breath, thinking you couldn’t hear her. You quickly grab your jacket and head after her, your legs weak due to your nervousness.

The sound of people chatting floods your ears as you walk onto Lottie’s property, sticking close behind Nat. You’ve never been to a party before, mostly because you haven’t been invited to any, except for the party animals that constantly have an open crib. You reach out to grab Nat’s arm before noticing that she left your side to talk with her other friends, You recognize Kevyn right away, but you always forget the other one’s name. You sigh and scan for the other girls, luckily your eyes land on Shauna. She is propped up on someone’s truck, her eyes focusing on something in the distance. You make your way to her, leaning beside her on the vehicle. She doesn’t seem to notice you, her attention glued somewhere else.

“Have you ever yearned for something so much, it like.. hurts you?”

It startles you when she speaks, her tone laced with pain. You finally look over to where she’s staring, Jackie and her boyfriend Jeff, dancing and having fun. You assumed that Shauna and her have something together, but you didn’t know that it’s this bad. It causes you to glance over to Nat, laughing and talking with her friends, fidgeting with a baggie in her hands. You do know what it’s like to yearn, several hard months wanting Natalie fucking Scatorccio. It’s not as heart breaking as what Shauna is going through, you turn back to the other girl.

“Yeah, I do.”

A soft smile blooms on the other girl’s lips, she mutters something before stumbling off, she’s obviously drunk. Finally, Nat makes her way over to you, two cups of beer in hand. She seems more happy than usual, her pupils dilated with glassy eyes. You smile and take the extra cup as she hands it to you, gulping it down right away. It’s been a rough day, and you don’t want to think about it.

“Shit dude, slow down.”

Nat’s tone is sweet like honey, her hand resting on your back. You can’t tell if the alcohol was hitting you right away, or if Nat was always this bold. You snake your arms around her neck, trying to bite back the smile curving on your lips. As you try to lean in closer you hear yelling in the distance, much to the fake blonde’s dismay you turn your head. It’s Shauna and Taissa, bickering loudly. You slip away from Nat’s grasp before heading over to their direction, the other girl following after you.

“Just admit you did it on purpose.”

Shauna barks, trailing after Tai as she backs away slightly. The other girls have already gathered around the situation, looks being exchanged. Laura Lee looks like she’s about to butt in, but Lottie hooks her arm around hers, keeping her mouth shut. It is obvious what they’re arguing about, Allie’s broken leg. You’re surprised that Shauna is finally speaking up about it, her guilt was probably eating her up. They say drunk words are sober thoughts, and Shauna is letting all hers out.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you fucking sociopath.”

Van inserts herself into the argument quickly, placing a hand onto Shauna’s shoulder. Lottie mumbles a curse under her breath, looking away from the situation.

“Woah— calm down.”

“No, listen. We won’t need to deal with the ‘Allie problem’ anymore because Taissa fixed it for us.”

Taissa grumbles, shoving her hands into her pockets. She doesn’t make it obvious, but she’s worrying. Laura Lee questions the situation, looking towards Nat and you for answers. Nat has never looked so satisfied as she does now, a smirk curls onto her lips.

“She’s talking about Taissa’s little plan.”

“Oh, please. Since when did you give a shit? Don’t you have a bong to hit or.. a dick to suck?”

Your eyebrows furrow, previously you felt indifferent about Taissa. Though, she insulted your friend. You’re so angry, but confused, you don’t know if you should butt in or not. You open your mouth to speak—

“Don’t speak to her like that!”

Shauna takes the words from your mouth, and you return to keeping your peace, your foot tapping on the ground anxiously. Fights were never your thing, still aren’t. Yet here you are, about to throw that fear out the window for Nat. Your fingers curl into the fabric of your jacket, trying to do anything but glance at any of the girls fighting, afraid that you’ll get dragged into whatever this is.

“Oh, fuck off Shauna. I don’t need you to defend me, last I checked you were fine with the whole ‘freeze her out’ strategy.”

Nat’s response wasn’t expected, you look at her with confusion, everyone else following in suit. If this is your first experience at a yellow jackets hangout, you’re not sure you want to go out with them again. Though, throwing a party after a high tension practice, everyone is drunk and angry. You don’t blame them. After Laura Lee questions the situation again they all collectively yell at her, before starting to yell at each other. You inch away from the scene, rolling your eyes as Randy yells “Cat fight”. You can’t stop this, nor did you want to. You don’t need to play hero, especially for a team you photograph for. As you slowly make it out of the area, Jackie practically runs you over, storming towards the fight. You watch as she effortlessly makes them quiet down, signaling them to follow her. You head in the opposite direction to your car, not caring how drunk you are.

You take a drag of the cigarette you just lit, throwing your head back onto the headrest behind you. You’re slowly starting to regret ever coming to this party, you don’t fit in, you’re not social, and certainly not well equipped for an argument. You aren’t mad at them, it’s not your place to be frustrated. The only person who got on your nerves was Tai, who seems like such a nice girl. You wonder if it’s all just a facade for people to like her, fake people are everywhere after all. You don’t move from your position once you hear the door open and close. A reminder that you’re supposed to drive Nat back home, a heavy sigh emits from her lips. joining you in resting on the headrests.

“Im so fucking high.”

She breaks the silence, rubbing her temples. You start the car, not wanting her to endure a headache in a car you just hot boxed. You would kill a man to be high right now, that cup of beer not hitting the way it’s supposed to. You want to go back to that feeling when you were so close to pressing your lips against Nat’s, desperately wanting to kiss way all of her lip stick. Your bones ache with need, picturing all these fantasies that likely won’t happen. Your hand grips the steering wheel as you back out of Lottie’s driveway.

“So.. your house?”

a/n : HIII.. two updates in a week wow!! I got a sudden rush of motivation for Nat.. I’m hopelessly in love. ALSO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! It was literally the beginning of this month when I just hit 100.. so crazy 🤍

a/n : again, taglist is still open! lmk if you want on

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[iwaaizoomies]

osamu fucks you on call (ex!bf, breeding, dub ish? not rlly?)

osamu miya, owner of a popular onigiri store, has got a thing for the newly employed cashier— you.

you show up to work in tight little tops that do nothing to shield your body from his imagination: he wonders just how tight you are down there.

with a store as small as his, 2 workers are more than enough to conquer rush hour. no way it’s intentional when he goes behind you and “sorry— just have to get something,” neither of you say anything about the hard outline of his dick that pulses against your clothed pussy.

it takes 2 weeks for him to fold. his brother thought it’d take shorter but the fact that your toxic boyfriend decided to cheat on you now out of all time, he can’t help but thank god.

“come on, baby, pick up the phone,” osamu teases, his cock rips into you, leaking pre-cum as he bends you over the cashier counter.

the store closed an hour ago. an hour ago, he overheard your ex greeting you at the door with insults and degradation that you don’t deserve. now, “let him see just how gorgeous you look when i cum inside you, doll, go on.”

your trembling fingers somehow manage to land on the green receiving button, and the reaction is immediate— the caller begins to speak, but before the entire word can be finished, he pauses— osamu smiles wider at his expression: mouth open like a goldfish, eyebrows slowly drawing up in disbelief. “what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, tell-tale anger evident in his voice. “fuck—! o—osamu i’m gonna cum!” you don’t really register who you’re talking to, but he chuckles, pace rampaging up until you turn into a crying, shaking mess below him, orgasm no doubt following, he picks up the phone, hips thrusting roughly until even your ex can hear how it echoes in the empty stall, “i’m gonna put a baby in her.”

[kkuras-gamer-gf]

Want a hit? | Daniela avanzini

Sorry ite so late, i had a series of unfortunate events but things have finally settled.

Smut. Not a series in that its one continuous story but a universe where I'll write one shots based on. Name ideas for said universe?

College frat boy Drug dealer!dani, g!p dani, fuckboy futch Dani, blowjob, her dick is huge, head pusher. Short but i wanted to post this finally.

It had been while since you last went to a party, the crowded overly loud spaces overwhelming. But tonight your friend Manon was insistent that you came with her, convinced you'd have a good time if you just came, so you did. Mostly to prove her wrong and say you told her so.

As soon as you walk up your skull vibrates to the beat of whatever song was blasting, the smell was a mix of weed, alcohol and sweat from the crowded group of college students dancing.

According to Manon, the house belonged to the local drug dealer Dani and was a frat house of her and all of her friends, throwing parties every weekend with all the drugs and alcohol you can think of.

You didn't know Dani personally, sure you smoked some of the weed Manon got from her, you had found the latina to be somewhat of a fuckboy after hearing many stories around campus about her plethora of partners.

Admittedly the details of the stories intrigued you, you wondered if it was all true. If she really was THAT good in bed, if the biggest dick in school rumors were accurate. So when you walk in your eyes immediately look around for her, even if you would never approach her yourself in a million years

"I'm gonna find Sophia." Manon says, breaking your focus from the crowd and rushing to find said situationship.

Looking around as you take a deep breath, your eyes settle on the upstairs which didn't have many people. Grabbing a drink before heading up the stairs and finding a quiet room, when you finally find an unlocked door you enter a dark room with a couch and a tv, lit by a lamp by the couch.

"Hey." A voice startles you, a familiar one that makes your heart beat a bit faster especially when you look up to her. It's Dani. You now notice she's sitting at a table in the corner, a scale and weed neatly packed into bags.

Baggy jeans hang on her hips showing off the band of her luxury boxers (and a noticeable bulge that your try to ignore), an t shirt loosely on and a backwards hat adorning her head.

"Oh- hi." You get out, flustered.

"You know, it's usually off limits up here for parties." As she takes a drag from the blunt between her fingers, eyes raking over you and if you didn't know any better you'd think she's checking you out.

"Oh, um I'm sorry. I didn't know, i just-." A slight panic at the idea of her being upset with you, turning to reach for the door again.

"Relax Mami. I can make an exception." You can hear the smirk in her voice.

You face flushes at the name, the way it came out of her mouth turned you on to an embarrassing degree.

Opening and closing your mouth not knowing what to say, you land on a meak "Okay.", fingers fidgeting as you try to look at anything but her smirk, and the way her eyes stare at you, deciding to sit on the couch.

"Not having fun?" She teases, standing and walking towards you.

"Yeah. I mean no, i am. Having fun." You mentally curse yourself, hearing a chuckle from the girl.

"You're cute. And a liar" The teasing tone getting louder as she sits on the couch next to you.

"I hate parties." You confess, "No offense."

"Well you've never experienced one of mine." The look in her eyes a bit mischievous. "Want a hit?" She asks, holding the blunt towards you.

You reach a hesitant hand, grabbing it and putting it between your lips. You can feel her eyes boring into you the whole time, watching ypur fingers move to your lips, a cocky smile on the whole time.

Though an experienced smoker, your lungs betray you making you cough

"Good?"

"Me or the weed?" You couldn't tell if she was worried about you or wanted a review of her supply.

"Both?" She laughs.

"Good. I feel good." You get a little hazy, grabbing the blunt back when her hand stretches towards you.

"I've seen you around campus, you're Manon's friend right?"

"That's me."

"You have a name?"

"Y/n."

"I'm Dani."

You laugh at her introduction as if she's not the campus drug dealer and fuckboy known by everyone, making her look at you with a confused smile.

"I know. I think everyone knows you. People talk." You get more comfortable as the weed takes over, an ease falling over you.

"Yeah? What do they say?"

"Oh just that you had a good supply." You regret bringing it up, not wanting to admit that your head is stuck on how big her dick is or how good she would fuck you if you asked.

"Really? That's it?" She asks, amused, she knows the people things say about her.

"Yeah."

"Come on Mami, tell me the truth." The energy changes suddenly, Dani's eyes darkening a bit. You know she knows, about your crush you have from afar, maybe its the weed but you stopped caring.

"I heard you're a fuckboy, the rumor is that you don't disappoint. That you can prove yourself in bed."

"What else?"

"That you're...bigger than average." You mumble.

"Speak up baby."

You knew she heard you, Dani couldn't help but want to hear you say it again. The bulge growing between her legs, restraining against her jeans.

"That you're bigger than average." You repeat louder.

"Would you believe me if i said it was true?" You hardly notice Dani get closer as she speaks.

"No" You stare right back at her now, you dont know what comes over you, challenging her obviously confident and dominant personality.

"No?"

"I'm a big believer in evidence."

The smirk grows on the blondes face, hands going to the button on her pants as she glances around. Unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, your heart is beating so fast you think it'll stop that is until she pulls her jeans boxer down just enough to reveal her cock.

And no it wasn't like the rumors, it was bigger than that. At least 9 inches, thick and heavily veined, a warmth floods between your thighs. You can't help but drop your jaw at the sight, your eyes flickering between her eyes and her cock.

She was hard, her length landing at her belly button, liquid leaks from the red tip, when you finally fully look at her eyes she nods her head to her cock a silent plea to take care of her.

You can't help but reach your hand out, wrapping your fingers around her, instantly hearing a sigh come from her lips. It was kind of pathetic how much it turned you on when you noticed how little of her cock was covered by your hand, suddenly you worried you couldn't handle her.

"What? Too big for you?" If it were anyone else the smirk on her face would disgust you, but it made her even more attractive, but you dimiss her with a shake of your head

Hesitantly you move your hand, easily gliding up and down as you collect the pre-cum dripping down. A series of swears leaves the blondes mouth and you quickens the pace.

After a second, you give in to what you know she want, leaning down as your tongue darts out to lick a stripe from her base to the tip before wrapping your lips around it.

"Fuck." Dani groans, a hand immediately tangling in your hair and keeping your head in place.

Taking more of her into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, only a third in and you feel full. The hand on your head pushes slightly, another couple inches filling your throat, only about halfway through. You gag at the suddenly, eyes starting to water.

"That's it baby. Take it all."

Her hand pushes down once again while her hips thrust upwards, forcing the rest down your throat, your nose hitting her skin as she holds you there. Her fingers tightening and pulling at your hair causing you to moan around her length.

"Good girl. Taking my cock so good." The Latinas hips lazily thrust into your mouth.

The sounds in the room were filthy, the sound of your mouth around her gagging as you take her length, wet sounds accompanying sloppy upwards thrusts that hit the back of your throat with every push.

"You're making such a fucking mess." The Latina breathlessly says, staring at the saliva dripping off your chin onto her boxers.

You weren't even doing any working at this point, simply a something foe her to use, her hips mindlessly thrusting into your mouth, eager for a release.

"Fuck" a groan leaves her lips as her pace gets faster but sloppily, she was close, "can i cum in your mouth baby?"

Nodding to the best of your ability, taking her a bit deeper in the process, tears now running down your face and mixing with your drool.

"S-shit" Her hips stuttering as moans leave her mouth, her hand tightens in your hair causing your scalp to sting, pushing your head so your nose stays pressed to her stomach while her cum fills your throat and leaking out onto your chin.

It takes her a bit before she pulls out, some of the liquid spilling before she collects it with her thumb pushing it back into your mouth.

"Swallow it all."

"Mm" A moan involuntarily leaving your as your tongue swirls her finger.

"Good girl."

Out the corner of your eye you see her pulling up her pants as your catch your breath.

"Does this mean i can get a discount?" You joke.

"I'll consider it." A grin forming on her face as she buttons her pants, standing to go to the table and grabbing a ziploc and extending it out, "on me. But full price next time." She jokes.

"Thanks." You grab it, finger tips brushing against hers, though you had just given her a blowjob it somehow felt more intimate. Silence overtakes you as you fiddle with the bag, "um, i should find Manon. Don't want her getting in trouble." You walk and open the door.

"No number?" She calls out after you.

"Don't you like a challenge?" You throw back at her as you head down the stairs, the blonde leaning in the doorway to watch you a smirk adorning her face.

You both knew this wouldnt be the last you saw of each other.

[burnt-by-marigolds]

Why I think it's important that Astarion embraces the shadows

You know it's funny, at first I thought I was trapped by the shadows – cursed to live in them forever. But in time, I realised that darkness is as much a part of me as my fangs. This is only a curse as long as I refuse to embrace the shadows. So I decided I would.

I love how the choice between ascending and forgoing the ritual is designed: ascension grants an immediate reward (and thus presents an alluring temptation), but requires mass slaughter; letting go of the power comes at a personal cost, but saves lives and gives victims a second chance. If it was any other way, there would be no story in this choice; no dilemma, no conflict, nothing memorable.

I also think it’s crucial how in the spawn route, we see Astarion not only in high spirits (When I look at my future, anything and everything feels possible now), but also grieving. While he doesn’t regret his choice, he does feel sorry for his personal loss – which is natural and valid. And while I love that we can promise him to look for another way to walk in the sun again (after all, the Forgotten Realms are full of wonders – and the whole Multiverse even moreso), I also consider the narrative of him coming to terms with his condition (without giving up hope) much more real – and very important, at least to me.

I’d like to talk about two layers here: the more literal one, and the more metaphorical one.

The more literal one is pretty straightforward: we all have our limits in life. Some of them, we’re born with; some come up along the way; and other still are forced onto us. My first thought is neurodivergency or chronic illnesses, but I’m sure other people can name many more examples. You take medications or you go to therapy (pursuing the sun), but at the same time you just have to accept these things are a part of your reality, beyond your control. 

The more metaphorical layer makes me think of the Jungian shadow.

As some of you probably know, the Jungian shadow is the suppressed part of the psyche. It’s the facts about ourselves that are too painful or uncomfortable to acknowledge, facts we are unaware of, or facts we don’t like about ourselves and associate with shame. They make us behave in certain ways, often without us understanding why. And the more we sweep all of this under the rug of unconsciousness, the stronger the shadow becomes, constantly holding us back or making us repeat certain patterns (sometimes maladaptive) over and over.

(I’d like to emphasise that the shadow isn’t inherently “evil” – for example, we may suppress a trait or a behaviour because it’s culturally viewed as unacceptable, not because it’s objectively bad. The shadow is simply what lies uncovered, and may encompass useful and positive things as well.)

You probably already see where this is all going.

When Astarion says he has accepted the shadows as a part of him, he basically says he has learned to love himself just the way he is, without the need to become some better, idealised – and unattainable – version of himself. He has learned he is enough even with all the “less savoury” aspects – and it's clear it makes him feel free and more in control of his life.

Don’t hate me, but I think it’s more important than him literally walking in the sun. And let me reiterate – the point isn’t to forsake the sun entirely. Searching for it is an important endeavor – it symbolises making the word a better place. But I do believe accepting the shadow(s) is crucial to healing and an important first step towards any other goals.

This is who I am. In all my glory, for better and for worse.

[rosenclaws]

ooooh hi!! i was wondering what about different logans on a scenarios

- when someone interrupts him while they're in an intimate time with their partner

- what would he be like to a toddler (like his own child).. is he the type of father who releases his oxytocin or full energy to his child while playing?

Oo so I did do one kinda like the second one which you can find here but if you wanted more elaboration i'd be happy to so send me another ask!

As for the first prompt...

warnings: MINORS DNI

Origins Logan -

The two of you know you shouldn't really be doing this. Hooking up in the bathroom of the bar you work at but fuck your hot boyfriend came into the bar with his coworkers looking so damn yummy. A light sweat on his face as his muscles just bulged in those flannels. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Normally Logan doesn't bother with after work activities but they mentioned they were going to your work and he decided to tag along. He can't keep his eyes off of you. You just look so hot. One thing leads to another and you're being pulled into the bathroom getting dicked down against the wall. You're so far gone, consumed by Logan that you barely hear the knock on the door. Logan whispers to just ignore them but the knocking gets louder and faster. He growls for them to fuck off and he hears some angry mumbling outside. But that's not enough to distract him from you. When you're...done with your little hook up you open the door to find a guy waiting, a pissed off look on his face. He looks like he's gonna open his mouth but Logan appears behind you and he shuts up real quick. Logan pats you on the ass and tells you to go back to work and stares down the guy outside. Making a comment about how he better not have been listening and the guy scurries away.

Trilogy Logan -

It's always Scott. That damn boy scout always seems to be cockblocking the hell out of you two. Doesn't matter where or when. Logan was getting real sick of it. He just wants some time to fuck his sweetheart. He could literally be in his own damn room and a knock at the door could come from Scott telling him he's needed in the danger room. Logan was getting antsy and finally he's able to pull you into his room. He wastes no time in getting you undressed and his dick inside of you lmao. He's just a needy boy sometimes alright? He's got you pinned to the bed when someone knocks. He knows it's Scott he just fucking knows it. He yells at him to fuck off but Scott wasn't having it. Telling Logan that this was important. Logan...well he's sick of it so he says if its so important just come inside. Logan makes sure to cover you but it's very clear what the two of you are up to. Scott goes bright red and immediately shuts the door. You're too fucked out to be pissed at Logan for that one. Safe to say that Scott doesn't interrupt the two of you anymore.

DOFP Logan -

He just wants a moment alone with you. Just one. But there's so many damn kids running around the mansion that he swears he can't even get an hour of peace anymore. Let alone find time to be with you. It's all quick and fleeting moments for the two of you. Kisses in between passing periods, make outs in the broom closet. It's like you're teenagers sneaking around again. Finally Logan gets you alone. The kids are supposed to be out for the night and Logan needs you. He's on you in an instant. Kissing up your neck and shredding your clothes. You get his shirt off when he hears the door slam and the chatter of a bunch of kids. You can tell he's frustrated so you try to calm him down but he's already too feral for that now. He doesn't care. He's pounding into you chasing that sweet release for both of you. With how pent up you both are it doesn't take long and thank god for that because by the time you both get dressed there's already a knock at his door. The kids love him and Logan hates himself for it. Not really. But he's really not happy as he reluctantly opens the door to deal with his damn students.

Old Man Logan -

He gets sooo pissy. It's kinda cute seeing such an angry old man be sexual frustrated. Okay that's a little mean but still. The two of you don't get a lot of time together. Both of you working hard to make ends meet and Logan's body isn't the same as it used to be. So when you have the time to be intimate you take it. It's soft and sweet. His beard scratches along your skin as he kisses your body. Of course just as you're about to get some clothes off the door swings open. Logan groans as he rolls off of you too quick, hurting his back with the sharp movement. In the door way stands Laura. She's got a stuffed bunny you got her tucked to her chest. Like Logan she won't admit if she needs help or if she's scared but you can see the tears in her eyes. A nightmare. Logan wants to be annoyed but he's always got a soft spot for Laura. He won't ever take it out on her but he does get all pissy and huffy after wards. You think its cute, scratching his beard and telling him you'll find another time.

Worst Logan -

Look let's just say you don't want to interrupt him. Ever. He's got you pinned to the bed. Like an animal he's fucking you into the mattress over and over again. He doesn't care about keeping you quite, letting your moans and his growls out as loud as he wants to. He's so deep into it he doesn't hear Wade coming home and obviously wade clocks the sex noises coming from Logan's bedroom. Wade just strolls in like nothing and Logan is furious. He pulls out a little roughly making you whine. He covers your body with the blanket before telling wade to get the fuck out. Wade being wade runs his mouth a little more and Logan doesn't hesitate to dig his claws into the man. Logan is still butt as naked by the way and Wade notices too. Logan really just falls for wade's rage bait every time lol. But he comes back to bed covered in blood. Both his and Wade's after their little scuffle. You're annoyed he left you but he promises to make it up as he slips back under the covers.

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

Should You Move On? PAC

Not sure if something’s worth sticking it out with or not? We’ll see what your guides and the cards have to say about this situation.

This could be about a project, job, even a hobby. For anything else, see if it makes sense for you.

(lil disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only. If you have any decisions to make relating to abuse, health issues and other difficult things, please do seek professional help and signposting)

4 groups. From left to right, please pick the object that you feel most drawn to. Let yourself relax and breathe, and see which group evokes the strongest emotion or physical sensation for you. That will be your group.

GROUP 1 - BATGIRL

Right, pile one.

So we have:

3 of pentacles (r) - two of cups - TRUST - GMI - SPIRITUAL TEACHER

Instant off the bat response is to give this time. Looks like you need more information to come to a natural conclusion or understanding about what this truly entails for you and how you will benefit.

This isn’t an outright yes/no - it’s a “we know it doesn’t seem to be working, and while you may choose to leave in the end it would likely be because of more information heading your way”. It looks like you deserve to be clear about something in this.

Someone here can be experiencing a relationship that they don’t think is working out, or maybe you aren’t gelling together or working as a team as you had hoped. With trust, this could hint to trust issues. (On a personal note if this is the case, I always think “if I can’t trust them, they’ll show me. But until then, I’ll trust them.” Ya gotta have faith to see it out! Whatever it is.

Someone here might be asking about s spiritual pursuit, and regardless of the outcome here it’s showing that your involvement is so beneficial for you learning and growing as a human being. It’s the typical thing of “No matter how it figures, I have become who I am and I’m proud of that.”

Regardless of whether this is a hobby, project, relationship, whatever - there’s a spiritual undertone to this which shows its importance for you right now. This strikes me as a developmental moment. Can you trust that however it works out - it is for the best?

I know, I know. 3 of pentacles reversed really makes it seem like you’re not being met halfway with your effort, especially if this is regarding another person or group. However, you really deserve to see how this works out. To see if you were right,  to see how you really feel and what you really think.

With spiritual teacher and GMI, I’m getting the idea that if this is a religious or spiritual pursuit, this is more on the side of take classes, learn a bit more and you can decide for yourself. 

You just have to give it what you’ve got, as long as you have a desire to - and you deserve to see if you truly get something back.

You might be wondering what does this look like. It could look like staying with someone to see a misunderstanding through. There could be a point where you realise they are different than you thought. There could be a moment where they prove once and for all that yes, they are a jack***.

Same with jobs. They will prove, categorically to you, that they don’t value you, or you won’t get what you want. 

But make sure you try, make sure you ask, make sure you see. And then you can move on with light shoulders knowing in your mind and heart.

(Ps. If you are in an abusive situation do not listen to this at all. This is not applicable to that type of situation. The answer for that will always be to seek help and strategically try to leave to a safe place)

GROUP 2 - blossom

Group 2, my partner has helped out with this one. Thank them for the million cards you have lol.

There are distractions here so that has me thinking you have a lot going on aside from this to consider, and other things calling you.

Wowwwww

Ok

We’ve got

Q of wands (r) - 9 of swords (r) - 2 of swords - 10 of wands - LET GO - YOTRP - WRITING

Right. Let Go says it all. However. All is not lost.

The cards are saying you’re on the right track. The particular thing you’re asking about seems like it’s causing you a lot of burden, stress, or indecision. There’s been a lot of back and forth on this matter to the point it’s just gotten confusing and has you wondering about your abilities.

There may have been a moment of crises, there may have been a moment that you just lost your confidence with this. Thinking, maybe it’s not for you because you’re not good at it.

Maybe this is just that while you care about whatever this is, it’s still a burden on you or more work than you deserve or can handle right now. This isn’t a reflection on how smart/good you are or aren’t. It’s just not right for you and what you need for yourself right now. 

Writing could be literal. What you do could be creating written content of any kind, online, in a book, in a magazine, anything.

This isn’t what it’s saying to leave in itself.

The thing is, this particular job/role/project might not be it for you, but you’re on the right TRACK. Or, in the right SUBJECT.

So if you do something that requires writing, say, maybe you need to do a different genre.

Maybe instead of writing magazine bits, you’re called to do a novel.

It could be as simple as writing about or teaching the subject, instead of working within it in sub-roles.

Maybe instead of being an actor, you become a producer. (Like I say, the same TYPE of thing involved). Instead of photography, illustration.

It looks like you need an adjustment. It looks like you’re good at something, and you’re being guided to a more serious form of expression for it. I feel that the current thing you are enquiring about isn’t the most effective way of sharing your gift, qualities or skillset.

With 10 of wands I see you expect so much of yourself, but what do you expect of this subject?

If this is about a relationship (It seems more work oriented here but just in case) there could be things about this that has decreased your self esteem, made you feel bad about yourself or put more responsibility on you than you deserve. This is suggesting to write it all out (and burn or delete if need be) the things that you really want in a relationship. Put it next to what is actually happening. Do they match? If not, let go of the burden of holding up a relationship that doesn’t allow you to flourish and feel confident in yourself.

I think if you let this particular thing go you will experience a bit of a release, and a lot of weight off your shoulders. But remember, you have other options, and you would be good at them too!

If you’ve thought about writing, this is your sign.

GROUP 3 - JOKER

Group 3, I heard the lyrics “My mind’s telling me noooooo. But My bodyyyy - MY BODDYYYY.” lol.

So your cards are:

7 of wands - 10 of cups - CREATIVE EXPRESSION - REMAIN POSITIVE

Stick to it! Unless you reaaalllyyy don’t wanna lol.

7 of wands is endurance, defending what you’ve got and not giving your position up. 10 of cups is genuine enjoyment of the subject matter here. Remain positive suggests that you will be glad you stayed with this, there are positive feelings from you in the future. I’m getting the idea of being proud of what you do.

This seems like something you really care about, and it’s so important for your soul to be able to do this unapologetically.

Creative expression can relate to anything in the arts such a painting, writing, illustrating, making music, doodling, sharing unique ideas, photography, clay making, you name it, it’s creative. If you think it and put it out, it’s creative.

This is natural, it’s like it’s home to you. You’re not being yourself if you don’t take part in something like this. If this is a connection with a person, there’s a feeling of being home with them. If you are having interpersonal troubles, there seems like there are going to be improvements and you’re allowed to be open minded.

I honestly don’t have too much to say with this one. There are instinctual, deeper feelings to do with whatever the subject here is, and it’s important for you to take part in this or be present in the situation.

If you are finding that you have to put up a fight right now, or defend yourself, don’t despair, you will be glad and proud of who you are, or what you do.

GROUP 4 - CAT

Group 4, your cards literally flew out, you seem to have a very clear answer.

Your cards:

6 of cups - the world - TSWI - FREEDOM - CRYSTALS

You could legit work with crystals, reiki, or be interested in that.

You don’t have to move on if you don’t want to. The situation will improve, however, you honestly have the freedom to do what you want. You can have so much more, or something so different, if this isn’t fulfilling for you.

You aren’t necessarily being guided either way right now, this is kind of like a “fun zone” in your life. You are absolutely the judge in this situation, you don’t have a guide here saying “you fool, you aren’t going like I told you to”.

You really can pick and choose, the girl looks like she’s picking dolphins that pop up like picking experiences. Now is the time to just try and see how the fit is for you.

The world can hint to subjects like travel, holidays, being online, and potentially being stubborn too. Don’t let yourself stay stubborn just because you think you have an obligation to stick it out. The only obligation you have is to yourself and your well being!.

Right now the time is to have fun. You really are the master of your own experience, and you can improve things immediately by moving on (lol).

The focus is really on making your world bigger, more expansive, and experiencing new things. Think the teenager that has only known their little home town, and now they’re off to college.

(If you’re literally asking about college and the like, then maybe this is a hint to stay, as you will experience and grow very much as a person).

Just… Whatever expands your world, your life, will contribute you to developing as a person - that’s what’s most important.

I suppose that’s the answer in itself.

So, should you move on?

Literally only if you wanna. There’s no right or wrong answer, it ain’t an exam. There doesn’t seem to be high stakes attached to this particular thing. But you might wanna give it a think if you feel this is your comfort zone.

Everything is for fun and to grow.

Ummmm thanks for reading if you did, hope it helped you in your decision making.

[waywardwhispersblaze]

Great post! I hope you don't mind me going slightly off tangent, but it helped me sort my thoughts on something I've been wondering about, which is "what was Caitlyn gonna do if the Noxians and her hadn't tracked Warwick down at the commune? Would she have betrayed Ambessa on her own?"

I've done a lot of back and forth on this, but ultimately I don't think Caitlyn was concretely planning to betray Ambessa before meeting Vi. She might have, eventually, probably too late. Because as you say, "Caitlyn is complicit in bad things that hurt people because she believes they're for their own good"

That's the breadcrumb of her arc. She thinks, genuinely, not without reason, that catching Jinx will ultimately save lives, that it will benefit everyone. She's convinced she's in the right. And she believes it will make everything else worth it.

Just like her scenes in ep4, with Maddie, then Ambessa, tell us. She knows things are going too far in Zaun. She makes it clear she regrets it, then outright tells Ambessa she doesn't like it, but she still doesn't quit. She can't, "not without Jinx".

And there's the scene of her and Ambessa training in Noxian outfits before that (that's... not the character design of someone who has gotten their shit back together yet). I know some people have pointed out that Caitlyn attacking Ambessa from behind was a sign that she intended to betray her, but... I think what this scene tells us is that at that point, Caitlyn was still learning from Ambessa. She didn't trust Ambessa, never did, but she thought their relationship could be of use to her. There's a bit of arrogance in that thinking - she thought she was in control, that she could get out whenever she chose. She lost sight of the bigger picture there - that the damage caused to Zaun wasn't - yet - the reason to stop.

So why is the meeting with Vi around the commune the breaking point? I mean, sure, it's Vi, and here's a family member that hasn't killed her mom that she can help, but I think, more simply, that it's because it's about an innocent man.

The beast Ambessa wants is a man undergoing a healing process to restore his consciousness, to have a second chance at life with his family... and Caitlyn knows it wouldn't stop Ambessa. She would ruin this man's life without a second thought, she would sabotage his healing, burn the commune if she had to, to get what she wants.

And Caitlyn can't justify that to herself with "it's for the greater good". She never could have, because that's just not the sort of person she is, at her core. And she can't look Vi in the eye and believe it even for a second. She was getting there before, but I think this is really the moment where she starts feeling like herself again. That's what kicks Caitlyn into action, and why she decides to help Vi (... besides being a simp).

It's the first step toward "redemption" (for lack of a better word), but she doesn't really have time to think about ~~ everything else she's done ~~ until it hits her in the head, when she sees Jinx and Vi reunite, and when she sees Vi nearly die for her. That's probably a profound shock to her, and it leaves her reckoning with everything all at once.

Now that a lot of the dumbass discourse cloud has died down - or maybe I've just blocked the right people - I just want to articulate a bugbear of mine about a lot of S2 Caitlyn takes more specifically:

Caitlyn does not lose sight of her protective impulses, or impulses towards fairness and justice, for Zaun, during her peak cape era. Nor does she, having taken her first hit this painful, simply disregard or forget her compassion for Zaunites. These traits are as strong or maybe stronger than they were in S1.

That's the whole point.

She still believes she is acting in everyone's best interest. She believes the end justifies these means for everyone. She believes doing this is better for Zaun and Piltover.

This is a really important distinction. She isn't lashing out in a Hulk Rage at Jinx's hometown; she is doing this stuff because she thinks these means are justified by the ends. For everyone.

The reason the difference matters is because this is a really confrontational and difficult thing to grapple with as a viewer, but it's an important thing exactly for that reason.

Caitlyn is complicit in bad things that hurt people because she believes they're for their own good.

This is a completely human, relatable thing to do - but it makes people really uncomfortable to see it play out, to the point they're not even quite able to look it in the eye.

They want her to be a pettily angry Disney villain because it is simple and clean. We all understand what it's like to lash out in anger, and would recognize it in ourselves again, even if we did it anyway. We can recognize the impulse to be cruel or vengeful for the sake of it whether we are inclined to indulge it or not.

And we can choose not to quite easily - it is after all one of the most important lessons we spend our childhoods learning.

But it is a far more unsettling thing to be told "You can do something terrible even though it feels right, you can do something terrible even though you mean well" - because the natural implication of that is "...You could even be doing it right now".

That doesn't absolve her. There were ways for her to know better than this. She doesn't have any good choices when it comes to the Strike Team stuff, sure - but she does have choices after that point, when the trolley tracks aren't so few, and that's where she falls down.

Her failure then is in not thinking to continuously evaluate her decisions in their own terms, as she goes. In not continuously confronting herself with each individual step and its necessity; in letting herself be led out to sea just because her feet were already wet.

And it is in not being ready to see and hear somebody who can see her trajectory much more clearly from their vantage point than she can from hers.

What she did wrong wasn't losing sight of Zaun's own humanity or simply disregarding it, nothing as easy as that; it was losing sight of the fact she doesn't always have the tools to recognize what actually Serves and Protects that very thing, now, this time, today.

This is a far more valuable story, imho, than the "Oh she stubbed her toe and turned mean :( ".

What are you doing right now just because it was right last time? Because it feels right? Because you're sure it's for their own good?

Are you sure there isn't a way to know better...?

Are you trying to find out?

[moon-fics]

Hi hi! Just read your Bob Floyd x young girlfriend/wife! Reader, and I’m gagging for more! It was so perfect and suited to him, your characterisation skills are 💋 👌 (chef’s kiss)!!!! Could I please maybe request the first time all the topgun pilots meet reader, maybe like at the Hard deck? Thank you sooo much!! - LT xx

OMG, thank you so much, you're so sweet!! Ok, I can try to write for the other characters, but I cannot promise it won't be OOC bc Jake, Rooster, and Bob were my main men. I cannot do all the pilots because that would genuinely take me ages, but I can do three!

Jake Seresin

You meet Jake at the Hard Deck while out with friends.

He spots you immediately and makes you his target for the night.

However, Phoenix and Fanboy notice this just as quick. Since Jake left them hanging during training, they decided to sabotage his entire night.

When Jake goes to approach you with a drink in hand, Phoenix 'accidentally' leaves a pool stick lying around.

Jake had to spend a few minutes apologizing about his drink getting on your purse and offering to pay you back.

Thankfully, you don't yell at him, and instead help him clean your bag.

When he tries to smooth-talk you, Fanboy decides it's a perfect time to bring up when he threw up one time during training.

After an entire night of consistently foiling Jake's plan to sweep you off your feet, he decides to drop the cool guy act.

That's how you find yourself sitting at a table with him having the most wonderful conversation.

He talks about his family, his home, and how much he enjoys his job.

This actually works, and he can't help but smile at the fact that you enjoy his company. Not his job or how he looks, but who he is and what he wants in life.

This is when the tricks stop from Phoenix and Fanboy. Even they know not to ruin something like this.

By the time the bar closes, you're still chatting with him. The conversation flows perfectly, and it ends up being you who asks him out for coffee.

--

"Ok, so you didn't forget?" You ask Natasha for the fifty-first time. She rolls her eyes playfully and fixes your hair. There's a large smile on both your faces as she examines you.

"I think if I forgot, Jake would actually kill me." She laughs. You flatten out your outfit and check for wrinkles. The white fabric is just as you imagined it would be. "You look beautiful."

"You're just saying that because you still feel guilty for ruining my purse years ago," You giggle. Then, it hits you quickly. You're more than thankful for her and how she decided to get back at Jake that night. "I wouldn't be here without you."

"Hey, what about me?" Jake's voice comes from around the corner. Natasha is already stepping in his way to stop him from seeing you. "I'm not gonna. I just wanted to talk to my soon-to-be wife one last time before we're married." He remains on the other side of the wall. "I cannot believe I still paid for that purse."

Bob Floyd

Bob did not meet you at the Hard Deck. He met you while running on a trail.

He might not seem like it, but cardio is important to him and he finds nature relaxing.

You, however, were completely lost. This was a new trail for you and you knew you should have started out easy.

So, when Bob hears someone yelling from the woods, he immediately goes to help.

He finds you only a few feet from the trail, and yet you look so terrified. He can't blame you. There are so many stories of people getting lost in the woods and dying there.

He helps you back to the trail and decides to run with you. He says it's to make sure you stay safe, but it's also because you're pretty.

You don't say much because it exerts too much energy, but there's a connection there.

He visits this trail often and can point out animals he's seen before. It makes the experience much better, and you honestly enjoy having small things pointed out.

You two decide to take a break by a brook. The conversation is awkward at first, and there are a few moments of silence. That doesn't stop you from laughing at his bad jokes or asking about other animals he's seen.

By the end of the run, he asks for your number but stumbles over his words. You gladly give it to him, and thus begins a friendship that slowly grows.

After a few months of running together and spending time outside of the trails, he asks you out.

He makes a whole day of it, too. He sets up a picnic on the trail you two met at.

---

The sun is pounding on your back as you run down the trail. You decided to go alone today because Bob had errands to run. It was beautiful out and you weren't about to waste the day.

But your eyes land on a trail of flowers that were never there before. They lead up a hill that you can't see the top of. Against your better judgment, you follow them. Who knows, maybe you'll find fairies.

Once you reach the top, you notice a large sign with the question 'Will you marry me?'. You immediately assume that you've just spoiled someone else's proposal, until Bob appears next to you.

"What kind of person has a proposal in the middle of the woods?" He asks with a chuckle. You don't know why he's here or how he knew you'd be here. It catches you off guard, and you're stuck trying to think. You're stopped when he gets on one knee. "Probably some guy who is madly in love," He cracks his sweet smile.

Natasha Trace

You meet her because you steal the pool ball to her game.

You genuinely thought it was one from your table and picked it off the ground. Natasha tried to tell you, but you were adamant it was yours.

She's great at playing the long game. So, she lets you have it and watches as the game goes on. She does it with a smirk that tells all.

When you realize you have two of the same balls, your heart drops. This is humiliating because you did this to yourself.

Nervously, you turn to her and hand her the ball back. She isn't mad about it, and she accepts your apology with a laugh.

She invites you to play with her, Bob, and Hangman. You agree and find that they are great company.

Even when Hangman makes cocky comments that pisses everyone off. You can't help but connect with Natasha and almost cling to her. She's vibrant and snarky. She makes the conversation stand out.

When you return the next day to see her there again, you don't hesitate to join her. She introduces you to a few more people, but spends most of her time with you.

She brings up the pool ball story to everyone she can and revels in the way you have to explain yourself. It isn't malicious because she then talks about how she's glad it happened. Otherwise, she'd never have met you.

When you decide to ask her out, it takes a lot of courage. She's such a strong person, and her friendship means the world to you.

When you do ask her out, she acts completely surprised. She pretends she pretends as if this came out of the blue, right before saying yes excitedly.

You two moved in together rather quickly, but it slowed from there. She's not the type to rush everything and instead lets the flow take you towards the future.

--

You enter the house with groceries in hand. They're heavy and there are a lot of them, but you can manage. Your dog greets you happily and follows you into the kitchen.

"Oh, babe, you could have asked for help!" Natasha says while getting up from the couch. She instantly helps you unload the bags and put the food away. As she's reaching for the last item in the paper bag her hand grazes over a small box.

"I didn't want you to do anything on your day off," You explain.

She can feel the velvet texture and is confused as to what you could have bought. When she pulls it out, she's met with something that makes her heart race. She opens it and sees a gorgeous ring that resembles the one she joked about buying.

"Is this-?" She covers her mouth with her hand. She's never been one to cry, but right now she can feel the tears forming in her eyes. "Yes!" She laughs.