#i only spoke to him for a brief amount of time but he is incredibly strange

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i really hate making posts like these bc like. i don't want to be seen as That Guy trying to stir up drama but i've seen @/outbreaksurvived around a lot lately and i feel it's necessary to let y'all know that he is WILDLY transphobic. no i don't have screenshots because i blocked him but i do have others who can corroborate my experience if necessary.

he approached me because he wanted to write ashley/leon several months ago, and when i mentioned that i write ashley as trans he referred to her as a "former male" and straight up asked me "can she have a pussy?" my friend ross (@/slugrp) also had a similar experience quite recently where he was approached by the same person for ashley/leon. since he also writes ashley as trans, outbreaksurvived once again insisted that she be portrayed as """normal""" instead of being portrayed as a trans woman.

EDIT: testimonial from ross

EDIT: someone sent me these screenshots- apparently this is what he's telling people in an attempt to "clear his name" LMFAO

[screampied]

❝ HOLLABACK GIRL . . ! ❞

ᡴꪫ sum. you wanna be his favorite girl—but you also wanna be his favorite brat. satoru’s caught off guard when you decide to play with him while he’s in a meeting. not only do you make him pissed but you make him whine.

wc. 7.0k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy gojo au, age gap (early twenties + thirties) office setting, semi-public, unprotected, switch satoru, implied multiple rounds, fıngering, brief masterbatiōn (m! receiving), hold the moan, mild brat taming, dirty talk, praise, spıt, cunnilıngus, breath play, impact play, brēeding, premature ejaculatıon, edging.

➤ sd!gojo masterlist

being satoru gojo’s sugar baby has its perks,

especially the days whenever you want to be a brat— he takes you everywhere, even to work with him. the thought of leaving you alone at home was a thought he wasn’t so fond of. mainly because, knowing you, you’d probably be a brat and touch yourself while he’s not there. you’ve done it before, more than once actually. and now, you wanted to be an even more brat.

“ . . sweetheart,” he murmurs, feeling an unfamiliar lump get caught in his throat. leaning back against his office chair, the material of the seat creaks from the pounds of weight leaning back against the furniture as his eyes flicker toward your hand. its placement, directly near his zipped open fly. gojo sat manspread, slut. and if you squint, you could make out the outline of his designer expensive satoru blue boxers. his colleagues around him are deep in conversation and he grabs your wrist. “heh, i know you want me but ‘m workin'. be a good girl ‘n—.”

“it’s boring, ‘toru,” you pout, and he feels your fingers intertwine with his. softly, he returns the gesture before you get up from your chair. with a quirking brow, gojo shifts his attention back toward the conversation. glancing at his watch, a gasp then wretches from his throat once he realizes you weren’t next to him anymore. you were underneath the table, staring him dead in the eyes and licking your tongue all around his aroused bulge. your tongue slides its way against the tasteless material and he groans, his eyes widening.

“f- fuck,” he has a sheepish grin, whispering before grabbing ahold of your hair. yanking you forward, his legs spread more and he swallows again. “baby, when i asked if ya wanted somethin’ to eat, this wasn’t what i m- meant.”

his voice was incredibly low — its pitch was enough to make you throb. the way he spoke, it was as if he was holding back a potential whine. 

you were no fool though, you heard the cute little tremor lingering underneath his voice. but damn it all, you were gonna be the death of him. gojo keeps flicking his eyes back towards his colleagues, then back towards you, then back toward his colleagues again. 

you were right between his legs, crouched down on your knees like a good girl—bright eyed and bushy tailed.

he’s still got a solidly secure grip on your hair, lengthy tips of his fingernails massaging near your tender scalp. 

“mr. satoru, at least try to pay attention to the presentation,” one of his assistant’s grouse in slight vex.

the white haired man tugs on his sable black tie with long legs still manspread. with a hand combing through his hair, he coyly smiles. “oh, apologies. ‘m listening, carry o-on,” and his voice trails off once he feels your tongue slither its way against his bulge a bit more. with the help of the tip of your tongue, you create an addictive circle near the fly of his pants. a nice amount of his boxers pokes out and you bring down a hand to feel. he was hard, the moment a brief wind of your breath fans against him, he almost chokes. if you squinted just enough, you could see a few white speckles of hair trail up and up near his navel. gojo had quite the happy trail, you run a thumb against the curled strands before his breath hitches. “mhm hm, yeah.. exactly, i think that’s the—the uh, best approach for the company.”

you stopped listening to their boring conversation a long time ago—he’s loved this bratty side of you more than anything, but the risk of getting caught was so high. 

besides, he’s always been one to tease and edge you. maybe perhaps this was his inevitable karma. 

gojo feels his thigh start to bounce, feeling your cold fingers rummage through the material of his pants. your touch sends him shivers and your playful direct eye contact makes his dick twitch in his pants. 

“fuckin’ brat,” he swears through his teeth, an almost smile going against his lips. 

you being on your knees like this was an image he never got tired of seeing. gojo allows you to pull his long slacks down, halfway but not fully. you were lazy like that, impatient and a greedy girl. one of the many things he’s loved about you. 

what he doesn’t expect though is to see you rub your face against his bulge—it’s so rock hard that you can feel the print against your cheek. with the fabric rubbing against your face, smearing against your skin, it’s just downright dirty. obscene and straight up filthy. 

his breath quickly switches to a more heavy and shaky pattern as he intently watches you, completely forgetting the current eyes of his colleagues on him. the grip he has against your hair grows tighter before his head subtly tosses back in rapture. “nasty girl,” he starts to pant, his voice a mere whisper. seeing your tongue lick against the material of his boxers ingnites something deep in his core. biting his lip, he tugs your head closer before pouting. “quit teasin’ suck alrea-”

“excuse me?”

gojo has a flustered expression, staring back up at the main colleague who’s speaking. 

“i mean— nasty, this coffee is nasty,” he makes an attempt to correct himself, feeling the dryness in the air. the five eyes that glue to him made him feel small, despite him being the only important one in the room. with a sheepish chortle, he clears his throat. “is it hot in here for you all? feels like we’re in the damn sahara, heh.”

“mr. satoru, the air conditioner’s been on. are you sure you’re alright?”

he bites back a moan, not even realizing how you’d already sprung his cock out. with a single hand, you wrap it around his base before giving his tip a sloppy kiss. half lidded eyes take in the sight of his dick — so pretty. 

it’s got a reddened tip, swollen and almost pinkish at first glance. the very undersides near the base was painted with a beige tan and he’s got a bit of a hooking curve. curvy and upward, gojo was far lengthy more than girthy. 

albeit, he had maybe a sprinkle of girth. once the cool air sets against his skin, he grunts. as you’re face first with his staggering dick standing tall right before your eyes, you can’t help but bedaub the flatness of your tongue near his leaky tip.

you couldn’t wait to taste it.

to taste him, 

the bittersweet droplets of pre-cum coat against your tongue all at once and he gnaws his lip almost immediately. you’re nothing but a tease. a damn fine tease with those pretty glossed lips pursing all for him and only him. 

“r- right … right,” he nods at the men, trying to maintain focus but your tongue wasn’t helping. 

you were now making out with his length, smothering the entirety of his cock with a multitude of your tender sweet kisses. gojo being manspread like this, long legs all spread and sprawled for you — it makes you a bit moist.

moist to where you can’t help but creep an arm down between your own thighs. already, you felt your panties getting in a twist. he catches you making an attempt to play with your achy clit and he glares. 

gojo didn’t like whenever you touched yourself. he considered your pussy to be his pussy, 

but it seemed that for today, that wasn’t the case. 

as your fingers creep underneath your skirt, shoving past your panties, you scrape them to the side. his chest heaves, dragging your face further toward his heat to encourage more of your sloppy kisses against his dick. your lips were plushy and soft. a tongue of yours then carnally slides its way down against the pulsing vein that prods on him. “ugh.” he gawks at you with fully blown pupils, fighting the urge to just shove your entire head down. 

you were being the biggest brat, he could see that tantalizing smile forming on your lips. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so flustered before—he’s always been the one dominant and stern, and now . . you had him right where you wanted. 

the moment your lips swirl around the crown head of his cock, viscous honeyed strings of drool seep out from the corners of your mouth instantly. 

it’s unintentionally attractive. your own slippery sweet saliva pours from your mouth, to your chest, and then toward near his base. you’re teasing, bringing a hand toward your tits as it’s now covering with spit, lolling your tongue out to lap it more against his tip. gojo groans at you entirely, hooded eyes catching you starting to fondle with his neglected balls. “y- you cheeky little,” he nervously grins, and you hear him smack his teeth in frustration. he was so uptight. 

you’re really slow, it’s almost painful at how much of a tease you were. bobbing your head up and down to have your throat adjust to his size, you giggle. gulp after gulp after gulp and it’s already thwacking against the roof of your precious mouth. you don’t know how anyone didn’t hear the wet, lewd sounds of paps ricocheting from your mouth and onto his dick but you weren’t complaining. your tongue seductively glissades against his swollen mushroom tip and he jerks your hair forward. 

“mhm,” he glances up at his colleagues who all share the same deadpan. they were fed up with their boss — clearly no idiots, the same suspicious expression plastered amongst each face.

with a taken aback whew, gojo swipes a palm across his forehead as your throat’s keeping his cock warm. “a- alright, think we’re ready to close for today. thank ya fellas.”

“but the meeting literally just started.”

“you wanna look under this table ‘n see why ‘m ending the meeting early? we’re done.”

the audacity for one of his colleagues to try and take a peek under the oval-shaped banner desk and gojo glares before feeling your tongue tease its way down his shaft more. “leave. we’ll f- fuck, pick up tomorrow.”

making haste in unison, the businessmen all leave individually. loud booming stomps of the backs of their shoes thump and drag against the wooden floor before the room’s finally quiet. once the coast was clear, he makes you stare at him and a hand pries you off of his dick a glower shown on his pouty face.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs, a visibly tremor still hidden in his voice. it’s sweet, strands of white hair, similar to bangs, run straight down his face. even his unkempt, messily slicked back hair was still appealing. with doe, dilated irises, you leer up at him, knees still dug into the ground. “you’ve got some nerve, ya know? playin’ ‘n suckin’ me off in front of my c- colleagues like that.”

his voice timidly falters once you take a moment to gather up a decent wad of saliva into your mouth before spitting on his tip, lapping it up before swirling your tongue around the dampened tip. he groans, pulling you right back to face him. “you’re bein’ fuckin’ bratty today. ‘s like you wanna get in trouble, baby.”

“toru, your meetings take forever,” you chastise with a pout, your right hand still tucked between your thighs. he scoffs once he sees your fingers crammed up into your pussy, barely knuckles deep. oh, you were drenched. he could smell your alluring scent clogging up his nostrils from a mile away. peering up at the man, you finally get up from your knees and take a seat on his lap. “besides, don’t think i ever heard you whine before.”

“watch it,” he grumbles, white brows tugging together in annoyance. “and stop touchin’ her,” he grabs your wrist, a glossed string of your own arousal trailing away from your sopping cunt. “little girl,” he gently wraps a few fingers around your throat, cerulean eyes staring into the depths of your soul. “jus’ ‘cause ya had a little fun doesn’t mean you can let those pathetic fingers do whatever they please.”

with a teasing grin, you lean in to kiss against his mouth, a brief feeling of his growing stubble tickling against your skin. “my fingers aren’t pathetic, satoru.”

“oh yeah?” and with a quick drag, he sneaks a long kiss against your mouth, a free hand feeling against your wet folds. your body responds to his touch by twitching, you grind against his lap before moaning. you taste the cooking mint of his breath breeze its way against your tongue before he pulls away, making you turn around. “the nerve,” and you whine once he swats a palm toward your ass hard. it’s loud, ringing through your ears and the thin, bouncy walls also. “can’t even make yourself cum let alone squirt but whatever you say, silly girl.”

and that’s the exact moment gojo stands up—

he’s lean and slim, towering over your body by a mile. you bite your lip as you’re being shoved face first against meaningless paperwork before feeling him slide a thumb down your swollen, opening slit. he’s amused at how quickly you soak a single digit of his. “guess we woke up ‘n decided to be ‘toru’s little slut, huh,” and your pussy was so welcoming. with your pussy all droopy and drooling with your own candied slick running down like the niagra—he can’t help but slap it to watch it smear all against the center of his palm. “walkin’ around with a pussy this wet. oughta be ashamed, sweet thing.”

“s- satoru,” you whimper, hearing a few footsteps shift before he gets down to your ass level. scorchingly warm breath fans against your cunt before he rubs the tip of his nose against your slit. “don’t tease me, f- fuuuck.”

“i'll do whatever i want to this pretty girl, darlin,” and he brings a sloppy kiss toward your cunt. a cobweb of spit leaves his lips not even a millisecond later and he savors the taste. “mhm,” and he whistles by your pussy, a low seductive tune before hearing a low snicker depart from his lips. “now spread these legs f’me. my tongue’s fuckin’ missed you.”

everything was so lewd. you being bent over his desk, his breath blowing against your cunt, the enticingly low whistling, his tongue slowly swirling its way inside, everything.

your mouth slowly opens, tiny babbles of moans pouring from your throat like water out a working faucet. 

his lips stuck against your pussy like glue. as if it was some sort of adhesive. sticky and fucking clingy. the moment gojo had his lips against your cunt, it was no prying him off— he was a bit of a munch. although, munch was an understatement. gojo satoru lived eat and breathed pussy, especially yours, his precious little sugar baby.

every few seconds he pulls away, a pussydrunk grin forms across his crooked pink lips. the sounds of your sweet sobbing cries only fuel him, not only does it fuel him but it’s so loud that it rings through the frail walls of the corridor. it was a pretty spacey room. with the mixture of cacophonous white noise—the fax machine makes a repetitive spitting sound way off in the distance. a plethora of papers scatter across his desk and your face was voluntarily going back and forth against them. 

“aw, not you runnin’ from my tongue, sweetheart,” he purrs, breaking back to watch your cute little squirm. you make a little attempt of moving forward but he only grabs onto your hip. “nah, ‘m not done eating,” and you gasp once he lolls his pink, clean tongue all the way out. gojo had a long tongue—very great in length and perfect to reach all the crevices of your pussy. and it’s gojo satoru, he’s thorough and he makes sure to slurp every ounce of your fervor out of you if it’s the last thing he has to do. his tongue was now flat, and now it drags against your slit, sucking against your tender skin. “taste so mhm, sweet. ‘s too much for you?”

“n- no,” you mewl out, your cunt recognizing every direction of his tongue. in and out, through and through, he knows the exact angles where to go. you’re soaked, drenching on the twitching muscle that’s vigorously flicking and tweaking inside of you before your toes curl. “satoru, what if one of your c- colleagues come back again?”

“after suckin’ me off, that’s what you’re worried about, pretty?” touché.

as he’s teasing you, a thumb of his ghosts down your soddened folds. you whine, feeling your breathing pick up at a rapid speed. whiplash swiftly surges through you before you feel his thumb poke against your untouched hole. instantaneously, you let off a pitchy squeal before the suction against his mouth accelerates. “oooh, ‘s right there, yeah. gimme a better arch though, don’t be a lazy wet girl. even i can arch better than that, sweetheart.”

you whine, shivering manically the moment he presents a sloppy kiss against your weeping folds. sliding a free finger down your cunt, he annexes two more fattened digits along to join before inserting them in slowly. your jaw hangs like an earring but more so pleasure. the sensation was so crude, mind boggling even.

you’re already so stupid, the thickness of his digits shoving inside of you prods and pokes right between your stretchy walls and your back arches. “whewww,” he whistles again against your pussy, humming at the way your ass jerks from his touch. you’re so sensitive—his warm breath, so warm that it’s almost a frigidly cold temperature. a mixture that’s got you confused but in the best way. “atta girllll, arch that ass ‘n give me a proper show. just like i taught ya, baby.” and he spanks your ass before caressing your stinging cheek seconds later.

your whines grow pitchier and pitchier to where they’re just reverberating across the walls. it was an almost echo of your voice—almost as if you were a siren. with his lengthy fingers still buried into the depths of your cunt, he collects a decent amount of saliva before spitting it against your slick heat. he spats right against your pussy and it lands like fresh paint. he chuckles, hearing you whimper for him to do it again. “t- toruuu,” you moan, bottom lip all swollen from the way it was ruinously chewed up. simultaneously, you get even more drenched as if that’s of any surprise. his nose prods against your cunt, swiping all near your slit’s opening as you grind against his face and he snickers. eating you from the back had to be one of his favorite pastimes. once he laughs, you feel the hot vibrations of his amusement pulse through your cunt and it makes you moan. “f- fuck, ‘s good. more please, don’t s- stop.”

“i probably should stop,” he groans, feeling his exposed dick twitch at the sight of you. your arousal turns him on a lot more than he thought it would. he can’t help but bring one of his hands down to stroke himself. he hoarsely grunts right into your cunt, feeling his thumb brush against that same pulsating vein. “this pussy’s so ungrateful, listen to her tryna talk back to me,” and your brows part in desire once he gives you yet another spank against your clit. your sopping wet that’s all slippery and saturated, coating his entire palm with a good amount of your slick. “rude ‘n a slutty brat just like her owner.”

“s- satoru, ‘m close,” you babble as he continues to speak to your pussy.

your voice was a cute desperate battle cry, begging for your approaching release. his tongue with the add of his two long digits sliding in and out makes you weak. your knees were shaking rabidly, so close to relatively buckling before your eyes roll far back into your hollow little cranium.

that’s when two of his fingers curl in deeper. gojo’s knuckles deep, and you’re about to lose it if he inserts one more. it feels sinfully so good, a pool of throbbing heat stirs its way inside of your tummy. he’s got a fine bowling ball grip inside of your cunt. two fingers, middle and ring, slowly easing its way in and out, in and out. almost as if it was some sort of relaxing mediation. they piston inward against your squeezing walls for a bit before the length of his digits miraculously locates your pretty g-spot. “gonna cum. o- oh my god, ‘toru. satoruuuu.”

“don’t cum on me,” he warns, his tone still playful. as he’s continuing to create a wet trail near the crevices of your thighs, his strokes against his dick increases. grunt after grunt leaves his throat before he nibbles on your clit. “not yet, sweet thing. only good girls are allowed ‘ta cum on my tongue. ‘n you haven’t been a good girl, have ya?”

“y- yes,” you stammer, the hotness of his breath making your pulsing enlarge and multiply. your head’s spinning, heart’s racing miles a minute, and your throat feels dry. the moment that simple syllable leaves from your mouth, he gives your pussy a teasing little bite. “f- fuck, ‘toru.”

he snickers. “don’t lie, girl,” and he was already pussydrunk. guilty as charged, a snail-like-trail of your own slithery slick runs down his chin. it’s shiny, and if you squint it’s almost as if it had glitter. dragging his fat thumb and other fingers out of your cunt, he finally gets up and pries his lips away. you pout at the feeling of nothing, you feel almost empty. it’s so sudden and abrupt that you barely even have time to react. “mhm,” he licks his lips, tugging on his tie from feeling a sudden wave of heat. “get up baby. ‘m finished.”

“but—”

“aw, someone unsatisfied?” he utters with a sly eyebrow compressing upward. two rough hands spin you around, pulling you into a sultry deep kiss. everything feels hot— each time you kiss him, your heart races and you can feel yourself floating. not to be cheesy, but it felt pretty cheesy. the more your lips crash with this man, the more your heart was trying to send you a signal. you didn’t know what signal that was, but you were desperate to find out just what it might be. you whine as your arms instinctively throw around his broad shoulders. he’s still wearing a suit and tie. lazily, his slacks were halfway on and pulled down. gojo runs a hand through his slick back hair before hamming your thigh wrap around his waist. “you make me crazy on purpose, huh,” he pulls away for a bit, lapping up your own flavor from your bottom lip. tasting yourself against gojo, it never failed to make you throb. you pout, not liking to be edged but it had your veins going on a rampage anyway. glowing blue eyes stare back into you before he cups your chin. “no back talk? so sad, mhm,” and a thumb of his skims against your lips, trying to spread them apart. “open that bratty mouth again, sweetheart.”

you whine, feeling his knee creep its way up between your legs. your heat, he could feel it. it wasn’t the room being hot but instead, you in particular. 

as your lips abide and part, he leans in and a cunning grin stretches against his pink lips. gojo satoru was playing a dangerous game—the more he spent time with you, the more he started to feeling something. 

was it lust or was it . . 

only time could tell. 

“atta fuckin’ girl,” and he tilts your chin upward before spitting right into your mouth. it’s damp, splattering against the tip of your tongue before he groans. you reach down to touch yourself and he grabs your wrist. “heh, you’re not gonna get off to this, baby. nice try, now swallow,” and he watches you obey, swallowing for him. you moan, feeling him create staticky friction with just his knee. “nasty woman,” he purrs, eyes flickering toward your spit-glossed lips.

you had a look of pure lust,

the human embodiment of the word actually. “we don’t touch ourselves, silly girl,” and he plants a kiss against your mouth. instantly, you taste his candied flavor and a mixture of your own before he pulls away. strands of spit pull its way back from each lip that it’s like a pretty lewd yo-yo string—but made solely of spit.

taking a moment to breathe, still panting and his chest deflating every few seconds, he pulls you close. his cologne, it’s loud and rich.

two words to perfectly describe the older man right before you. 

“careful, baby. startin’ ‘ta think you’re getting obsessed with me,” he titters, flicking a tongue against his naturally glossed  lips. he sits up, finalizing the remaining distance between you. 

a burly brawny fit body grinds up against you, the friction of his suit rubbing against you makes your heart race. it’s beating and beating, booming and booming like speakers. you can hear each individual pulse bang through one ear and out the other. gojo lifts you up with two arms, treating you like a precious doll. in a way, that’s exactly what you were to him.

porcelain.

he didn’t want to break you—at least not yet. 

instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist as he gets ahold of you. it’s slim and quite snatched and your ankle teasingly runs down the reddened lines of his back. gojo grunts, feeling the cold material of the anklet he bought you skim down his skin. engraved on a few of the chained, ashen charms had his initials of the two letters of his first and last name. ‘g’ for gojo and ‘s’ for satoru. the anklet was a resplendent silver color. thinking about how much it might have cost him made your stomach churn. 

like always, he’d shower you with anything in the world. speaking of, he’d buy you the world if he could. he’s gojo satoru, he can afford it. 

your heel and the way it roams down the areas of his tense back alone was seductive. gojo gruffly groans, crashing his lips onto you for the nth time. he couldn’t help it, he was a mere feen for you. for your taste, you were addictive like a drug and he didn’t want a cure—you were dangerous.

a whiney moan slides past your mouth once his warm body ruts against you. 

his boner, 

you felt it, his pants were already off but it still pokes at you. it was hard and pent up, you could almost feel your mouth filling itself up a nice pool of saliva in preparation. all due to your arising anticipation—you wanted gojo just as much as he wanted you. the wait was killing your, the tension was simply brutal. but perhaps the both of you had different definitions of want.  

craving . . noun, a powerful desire for something. 

the more gojo’s tongue shoves down your throat, the more he craves you. you had an sweetened taste to you, it was so sugary sweet that he just couldn’t put it into words. with tongues passionately fighting for dominance—gojo bringing a hand toward your chest to squeeze against your left tit, you tilt your head back. his touch alone was enough to get you off. you hear a low grunt run from his lips the minute he feels you grind back against him. gojo was a greedy man. 

wealthy, but very much greedy.

being with you only made him ten times greedier. he couldn’t take it anymore—your grinding makes him curse under his breath. gojo grabs ahold of his cock, aligning himself before smearing his tip against your achy entrance. so moist, so sweet, the way your slick clings against him the second he grabs his dick back makes him groan. “fuckin’ sloppy,” he huffs, bright eyes staring at the lewd sight. with jagged breathing, gojo makes you lie flat down on his desk. he didn’t really care about the documented papers now being crumbled up and scattered. “mhm, you’re so pretty when you’re pissed off. ‘s the edging irritating you baby?”

“y- yes,” you whine, and he rolls his eyes, making your leg extend further out. he slings it over his shoulder before within seconds, he’s bottoming out.

it’s snug but it fits—it takes everything within him to not break right then and there. your warmth, it makes him bite his lip, taking a moment to suck in a single breath of fresh air. fuck.

“aw, ‘s too bad,” he hums, and you let off a moan once the head of his cock delves its way more inside. one thrust, just one single thrust and you’re already dumb of cock. your walls were attatched more than anything, mindlessly clinging onto him like a koala. you didn’t want to let go, you’re holding him captive with just your insides. “s- shiiiit.” 

his cockiness wears down, feeling just how tight you were for a moment. it’s warm, almost lukewarm. he’s burying himself further into you before leaning up close to your trembling body to get a closer look of your pretty features.

with blown azul pupils, he stares at your body and gazes in awe at how you’re just a sloppy, quavering mess underneath him.

his sloppy quavering mess underneath him,

gojo’s pace starts off to be decent, then turns straight feral. once he tosses his head back, he then feels the secure lock of your legs wrapping around his waist in response. “f- fuck, pretty. c’mon, take the stretch. jus’ like ya always do,” and his words were deep but shaky. even gojo was losing a bit of his haughty momentum. your pussy had some sort of spell that’s making him go insane, he could never get enough.

each clamp makes him go mad. smacks and claps amongst skin makes you suck your teeth in desperation for more. “ugh. fuckin’ sloppy girl. niiiice stretch, yeah baby. eyes up here, wanna see those eyes roll for me,” and he grabs you gently by the neck, a kiss making its way toward your mouth. gojo’s so pretty up close, droopy eyes and white bangs covering his face. tears of sweat running from each sides of his thinly arched brows. “good girl. keep lookin’ up here, eyes on me.”

your eyes look up toward him and he cockily cheeses, pearly whites baring a single fang at you that it’s sexy. you wanted to wipe that smug, dumb grin right off his face.

“s- satoru, fuck me h- harderrrr,” and your little pleads makes his dick twitch inside of you. he’s lengthy, you feel him reach deep deep angles that’s enough to make you drool again. but you already were drooling, tiny trails of saliva pour out from the corners of your lips as your mouth dangles open. a noise was about to come out, but it halts. his tip was so familiar with the layout of your cunt that it takes him no time to reach that spot. an itch scratches itself way into the back of your brain once he reaches there. hearing your harmonic moans turn into pure symphonies. your noises alone was purely euphonic to him. a song he’d listen to on repeat all day if he could—your whines and beloved whimpers. “right there, p- please. pleaseee.”

“heh, can ya be any louder sweetheart?” he jibes, feeling your anklet hit and hit all against his arm.

your back arches against the desk, biting on your lip before you start to twitch. the moment he shoves your knees up to your chest, oh it’s over. it’s so over.

not only was it dirty, but the feeling of it all was simply euphoric . . almost indescribable.

gojo’s cock drags its way through you so good that it leaves you speechless. you’re at a loss for words, unable to comprehend anything in your brain with his zigzagging salacious thrusts. whilst his fat cock stuffs you deep—goopy walls haul and yank back and forth against his length.

with parching, grinding bodies against each other, breaths irregular and out of pace, it was a sight. you’re struggling to maintain eye contact and he finds it cute. “mhm, o- oh, are ya tryna tell me something?” and he simpers, watching you grab his arm to pierce your teeth into it. bite marks in a cute circle form—printing against his skin and he raises a brow, quickening his pace. “kinky girl. still mad at bein’ edged i see.”

sharp chiseled hips drill into you and you’re barely able to keep up with his pace—you whine, momentarily feeling his hanging sack slap against your cunt. you could taste your orgasm, it was right there. so so close, your championing legs fail to remain still the entire time. grabbing one of your legs up again, he even licks a trail near your leg to your ankle. gojo’s stamina was simply out of this world. easily, he could be compared to a stallion. his pace was rough yet deep with a sparkle of passion and thoroughness. if it was anything gojo knew how to do, he knew how to make a woman feel good. “mmf, s- satoru, lemme cum. please, please please,” you babble, feeling your body shake underneath him. the desk grumbles and roars from the pressing weight, and he’s panting—puffy clouds of air forming out from his lips. “wanna c- cum.”

with a coy grin, he moves his body further into you. he’s so close that his skin sticks against yours.

it’s hot, scorchingly hot with such intensity that it’s driving you insane. with glossed lips, gojo licks near your neck. specifically, that spot near your collarbone that makes you whine. with his lips sliding near your ear, he whispers in a teasing, gruff tone. “mhmmm, you wanna cum with me baby? ‘s that what you want?” and as he speaks, his adam’s apple bobs. with his dick still tucked into you, gojo purrs against your skin. “think ya deserve that, pretty?”

“y- yes,” you whimper, bodies moving together in syncing harmony. as you’re being fucked on his the table-like desk, a few edges of thin papers bristle up against your skin. whines shriek out from your throat before your arms throw itself around him. “wanna cum with you, ‘toru. lemme cum. ‘s close, need to cum.” 

“you don’t need shit, girl,” he grips your chin, rubbing a thumb against your lips. gojo’s pace gets quicker, mean thrusts slam into you so good that you forget your middle name. a school of pitchy moans die out from your vocal chord and you gasp once you end up finishing anyway. it’s like a flash, quick and barely able to process what happened. your body shakes in response, jerking with him still inside and you let off a cute squeal. it’s like a wave crashing through you at full speed. the moment you cream on his cock, gojo pauses. an unpredictable tsunami. “oh,” and with his twitching dick still buried into your sopping cunt, he pulls out. “did you just cum on me before i-”

and it’s as if it was right on cue— right as gojo spoke, he ends up finishing too.

talk about perfect timing. it was early, so so early.

too early.

a growling groan tears from him as he’s dumping a hot load into you. it comes out in thick cloudy spurts. your legs continue to wrap around him like a ribbon on a gift, securing him tightly and he gasps. “s- shit, ‘s too early,” and his voice shakes within each embarrassing word that spews from his lips.

gojo slumps into you, leaning in to kiss you. once you return the gesture, he groans, sliding his tongue inside. warm, feverish lips move in tavern before he whines right into your mouth. the moment you grab ahold of his now flaccid dick, he whines again.

your touch, it was fiery like electricity. gojo’s flustered, white strands of hair glue by his forehead and he can’t help but suck against your lip. 

it was dangerous. you were dangerous,

with tongues colliding and clashing back and forth, teeth gnashing all together, a hand of his snakes between your thighs. you gasp, lips parting open so he could get better access and he squeezes a hand against your soddenly wet cunt. rawly, a moan tears out from your throat as you sling your arms over his shoulders for a final time. “s- satoru,” you murmur breathlessly and he silences your words with another deep kiss.

and another, and another,

and by now, you both forgot exactly where you were. having not a single doubt in the world, totally forgetting you were in an office. as you’re still feeling a surge of emotions coarse through your veins, he lifts you up—you watch with a needy gazing glint in your eyes as he slouches back against the chair. “baby,” he whimpers, sprawling his legs out. with a sleazy, worn out grin, gojo rubs a hand against his lap—the g-shock watch that wraps around his wrist clanking against his thigh the more he moves. ushering you over with two fingers, he pouts. “c’mere. don’t be s- shy.”

he was fucked dumb, 

his lungs were strained and he wanted more.

more of you.

the moment you straddle him, your sloshing wet cunt rubs against his hardened cock and he groans. “fuck,” he breathes, clenching his jaw tight. with a glance down, he stares at the way you were all flooded with ropes and ropes of hot cum. it’s slimy, the way it oozes out of your hole and down toward your thighs, he’s so close to getting a taste himself. but instead—he’s more hungry for your lips. “mhm, gimme another kiss, baby.”

you lean in, pressing your warm lips against his. as always, gojo’s sloppy, running his tongue throughout your mouth, tracing the inside of its structure. humid breaths fan amongst each other before he squeezes your ass only to spank it afterward. time’s been lost, it’s probably been hours and gojo satoru had the stamina equivalent to a horse. another round occurs, then another, and he’s just blinded from your pussy at this point.

needless to say, you’ve never seen him so . . submissive. 

he’s whining for you to touch him more, to kiss him, even whisper sweet nothings into his ear. 

after being pumped with sloppy masses of load again and again to your heart’s content, you’ve never felt more full. literally though, it’s so much that it could barely plug its way inside anymore. the sight of his cum dribbling out of your cunt makes him lick his lips. he’s hungry for more and only you could fulfill his appetite.

gojo’s between you with your legs still grasped around his slim waist like a vice. panting heavily, a hand of his cups your face—exhaling a deep, pitchy sigh. the tips of his pointy ears burn a feverish temperature. it’s so hot, you could almost feel his heat radiate onto you. as you return his obscene gaze, he groans as his now soft dick remains idle inside of your clingy stretchy walls. seconds to miliseconds go by before gojo collapses into your neck. 

perhaps you rode him to death. 

“sweet . . thing, you’re so . . pretty,” he hiccups, moving his chin up to stare at your ethereal after state. he got lost in your eyes—your pussy did wonders because he was literally unable to speak for a good minute. with lowly hooded eyelids, you’re breathing irregularly yourself with your breath seeming like it’s gonna be your last. 

you’ve got a sheepish smile, trapping his waist with your shaky thighs. “toru, did i overdo it?” you attempt to tease, giving him a sneaking kiss near the corner of his mouth. his lips twitch, and he slumps back against his office chair. still, you feel the remnants of his hot cum pour continuously, leaking out a bit way down the inner crevices of your thighs. your full lungs could barely keep up with gojo’s pace. his pace—you were still recovering from it. you were in a mere delirious state of your own as you’re trying to compel yourself from your most recent high.

as gojo shakes his head—you could clearly tell he was lying. “n- no,” and he huffs, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “fuck, ‘s still cummin’ princess.”

with an incoming whine rudely snatching it’s way from your spit slicked lips, your body slumps backward. all you’re feeling is nirvana, a feeling that was blissful and utterly hard to describe with simplistic words. gojo’s still plugging you full with not only inches of himself but lots of his feverish, velvety ropes of cum. the way you succumb into your own pleasure with him, it’s pretty to see. your eyes has a glow to them and so does his. 

your own eyes roll themselves back as you give in to the your own elation. 

each body twitches from the various elated sensations, staticky electricity piercing through your veins before your legs finally sag back. with a breathy moan, you pull gojo’s head up a bit. “f- fuck,” and as you grip his snowy strands, with half-lidded eyes, you’re met with his pussy drunk state. he looks so pretty, a mere flustered tint paints over his face as his chin’s pouring with your slick even still. “you did so good, ‘toru. so so good,” and you lean up to his ear, whispering playfully. “good boy.”

he tenses as you’re on his lap, breathing stopping and he pauses from those two last words. a gasp makes its way out of his lips before he moans.

“don’t . . let this get to your head. ‘m still gojo s- satoru,” and he squeezes your right ass cheek, yet this time. his grip’s much softer and more . . . tender.

with his head thrown back, he feels your grinding intensify. “but— say it again, sweetheart. call me that one more time.”

you press a kiss against his cheek. “good boy.”

“your .. good boy,” he pants, a growing flush on his face and he’s not only irritated but heavily turned on.

it appears that he discovered a new kink. praise.

“i’ll .. i’ll be your good boy, just for t’night, pretty girl. now finish fuckin’ me. please.”

[only-lonely-star]

Curtis sister sneaking out to see a guy at a party and being caught by dally!

Snuck Around and Found Out

Warnings: (For some reason I decided to make them curse a ‘lot’. 😭) Partying, mentions of drinking, sneaking out.

Summary: Fuck around and find out LMFAO

Author’s Note: I spent my winter break trying to better myself. I spent little amount of it on my phone (hence why I was so inactive). I have one more semester left y’all, pray for me 🙏🏼🙏🏼. It’s been a hot minute, but I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season!! Thank you for your request, I hope you all enjoy this one!! 🫶🏼

Word Count: 1.8k.

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Perfect. Layering a leather jacket over your rather risqué outfit was the finishing touch needed for the night. You were going for a rather bold look, one to impress tonight’s company which awaited you on the west side of town. It wasn’t often you attended house parties, let alone with the richer folk who could afford them. Sneaking out wasn’t too difficult - as long as you didn’t stumble out of the window or cause an uproar, you’d be just fine.

Turning off the lamp on your bedside table was a must, your brothers had been fooled into believing you had laid down hours ago. They would freak if they knew your plans of making your great escape. The glass window creaked as it was maneuvered overhead, creating a wide enough gap for your body to fit through. Thank goodness you could only afford to live in a one-story house…

The soles of your shoes hit the dampened ground floor, a few leaves crackling under your weight. You heaved the thick glass back down, leaving a small crack for an easy entry when the party was over. A smile of victory tugged at the corners of your lips.

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Soc territory. There was nothing quite like it, the clean sidewalks, silent ambiance, the beautifully decorated yards… it was heaven on earth - you were sure of it. This specific house was much closer to the city. Word had gotten around about the buzzing party being hosted tonight. Missing out on this wasn’t an option.

Your pace quickened as you strutted your way up the driveway. It was a long, grey-stoned path that was surrounded by grass so precisely cut it looked fake. The front door was wide open. Chatter and faint music were audible even at a faraway distance. Sauntering towards the foyer, you took a moment to gawk at a house so luxurious. The air was filled with soft giggles and shuffling of feet. Most were on the hunt for a date, and some were already getting it down a dim hallway, secluded from the rest of the party. There was a surprisingly good mix between socs and greasers, although you were familiar with most since this was a well-discussed event at school.

And there he was, your date. He stood off by the spiral staircase and leaned coolly against the wooden railing. His tall, broad-shouldered, yet relaxed figure was unmistakable. It was a relief knowing he’d kept to himself this entire time, not daring to interact with other girls while waiting for you to arrive. You walked towards him confidently, a pep in your step. The boy grinned cunningly as he locked eyes with you. “Thought you bailed on me for a minute, I been here ten minutes already,” he spoke lowly, extending an arm for a hug.

You graciously accepted, letting your body collide with his for a brief moment. “Sorry, I was tryin’ to keep quiet when I left. But man, have you seen this place?”

He could hardly focus much on your words, he was fixated on your lips. The way they moved delicately, the shiny glow of them, the tinted color that complimented your eyes so perfectly. To say he was infatuated with you was an understatement. “Mhmph, an’ you look incredible. I like your… your little outfit,” he complimented with a teasing smirk. He pointed up and down at your body, sizing you up lustfully.

‘Outfit.’ You knew it would draw his attention. The boy’s eyes lingered on your body. “I think I fit the dress code, look at-“ you began, maneuvering your body to show him examples of girls scattered around.

It wasn’t until you saw Dallas Winston standing by the bathroom door, just a little way down the hall. He had a watchful eye, scanning the room for some company. He had a red solo cup in one hand, the other stuffed away in his pocket. His right foot was kicked up against the wall, making a quite noticeable impression on most. It baffled you more than anything that he somehow got an invite to this party…a party full of socs.

His gaze shifted towards you, it was like he could somehow feel a pair of eyes glancing his way. He furrowed his brows, squinting as you made painfully awkward eye contact. He spotted you.

Quickly turning back around, you smiled sheepishly at your date. “You get my point…how ‘bout a snack?” You crept your hands to rest on his shoulders, leaning your chest forward.

The boy nodded, trying to comprehend why you all of a sudden seemed so panicked. He seemed unsure about reciprocating touch, it felt too risky. Your clammy hands, fast tone, and rushed conversation gave it all away. Something was up. “Yeah, sure… lead the way…?”

Your hands left his body like nothing, moving your feet as fast as possible to get away from Dallas. You couldn’t be caught sneaking out, not at a party like this, not on the other side of town, not with this mystery boy you kept as your little secret. A familiar voice called out behind you, a bitter tone detected, “Hey!”

Attempting to ignore the voice, you kept on, your date just beside you. A hand firmly spun you around, grabbing your shoulder. “Hey, I’m talkin’ to you, what the hell are you doin’ here?”

Fuck.

“What? I’m trying to have a good time, what’s the problem?” you tried your hardest to keep casual, responding with a hint of forced nonchalance.

Meanwhile, your date looked like a mix of both confusion and hesitation. Was Dallas somebody important? Why wouldn’t you be here? Was there seriously an issue with you and this boy speaking to one another? He crept a hand to your hip, pulling you closer to him.

Dallas sensed his confusion, shaking his head profusely. “No, no, no - I know her brothers.” He narrowed his eyes, sizing you up. There was nothing innocent about this date, your outfit, or your intentions. “I can’t believe ol’ Darry let you out like that. I mean…” Dallas scoffed, his crooked grin on full display, “You do look good…”

“Alright, alright - backtrack for me, man,” your date huffed, subconsciously shielding you away with an extended hand. “What the hell is going on?”

Standing sheepishly between the two, Dallas stared directly at the boy across from him. He didn’t like to feel intimidated, much less from a stranger. He swallowed hard, feeling his frustration rise. “I’m lookin’ out for her, I know damn well she ain’t supposed to be here.”

You chewed the corners of your gums and tried to contain your nervous laughter. “Well- don’t put it that way, I just…” Both boys fell dead silent as you struggled to come up with the words to describe how you managed to end up at such a place. “I didn’t tell my brother where I was going, I just… left. He wouldn’t mind anyway, I just didn’t feel like mentioning it to the warden.”

Dallas let out a dry laugh, completely unamused with your excuse. “Save it, man, that’s bullshit and you know it.” He stalked forward, swiping your date’s hand out of his way with confidence. “I’ll take you home, I ain’t too drunk.”

Your date was embarrassed. You seemed comfortable enough with Dallas for him to relax and not turn into a possessive jerk. He placed the swatted hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it to soothe his anxiety. “You know what, yeah… go on home, baby. I’ll call you sometime. It’s for the better I guess. I hope.”

Dallas held your bicep firmly, his eyes half-lidded with annoyance when your company spoke up. He was awfully sassy tonight, to say the least. He tugged you along with him, making a beeline for the exit.

It was silent between the two of you, even as you entered the passenger seat of his borrowed Thunderbird. You were buckled into the passenger seat, leaning the side of your head against the glass. As Dallas fumbled with the keys, he started the engine. He let out a deep sigh, not yet driving off. It seemed he had something to say, the fidgeting of his fingers along the wheel giving it away. He didn’t dare look you in the eye, he kept his gaze forward. “You know, you spoiled my game tonight…”

Bullshit, Dallas wouldn’t ever have a chance with those chicks! you thought to yourself. You shrugged, not uttering a word in reply.

“I could’ve left with one of those girls on my arm, and maybe had another one’s number in my pocket. You owe me,” he spoke lowly. He didn’t seem too angered… it was suspicious of him. Usually, those he cared for received that tough love he kept locked away.

Dallas drove past the line of parked cars outside of the house. He stayed quiet too, matching the energy you handed him. He slammed his hand against the wheel, pressing his foot to the brake pedal. It was late, the streets were empty enough for reckless driving. “I won’t snitch, I don’t think that’ll do you any good. You wise up and stay your ass at home from now on, I’m not doing this for you again. I’m being nice.”

“I won’t, thank you,” you mumbled. The delivery of your words didn’t seem too sincere or thankful. Your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fact that you had spent all this time and preparation for nothing. He dragged you out of the place before the ‘party’ really began!

Dallas took note of your tone. He continued to drive, reducing the force applied to the pedal. “I never thought I’d run into you over on this side of town,” he teased, his anger slowly melting away now that his point was made. “Darry ‘nd Soda would have a field day if I told them. Maybe I could tell them how you’re dressed-,” he laughed aloud.

“Dally, come on. You just said you wouldn’t snitch!” you protested, breaking your record of keeping quiet.

Dallas smiled smugly. “I’m not, but I got you to talk to me.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing even as a smile crept upon your cheeks. “Okay, okay- I shouldn’t have snuck out, and I was being stupid hanging out with that guy. I’m sorry.”

He momentarily took his eyes off of the road, shooting you a sarcastic glare. “Do I look like your brother or something? I don’t want an apology, I want you to make better choices. I’ve been to parties you wouldn’t survive in, I know better. You don’t.”

It was better to take his advice than to argue and have him rat you out after all. With a reluctant head nod, you caved in, “You’re right. I’ll ’wise up’.”

Now that the tension was clear, the drive back to the Curtis household was smooth. Maybe Dallas did change your mind after all, the right boy wouldn’t be there for you only when the process involved partying and sneaking out. There was uncertainty that came along with the lifestyle you experimented with. Some people couldn’t be trusted. You were rather lucky to have Dallas there, even if he soiled your fun for the night.

THANK YOU FOR READING, MY LOVES!! 💋

- Sophia 🫶🏼

[like-a-bantha]

Lost/Loss

Summary: Everything changed after Eriadu. Hunter becomes withdrawn, and you can't help but worry about him. You do what you can to show him you're there for him.

Pairing: Hunter/GN Reader (No Y/N, no descriptions of reader's appearance)

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst, mentions of major character death

Word Count: 1.7k

AO3 | Masterlist

One week of radio silence. Our contact was supposed to get back to us five days ago with intel on Hemlock and his captives. Instead, we’ve sat around on Pabu tensely awaiting a holocall that we’re beginning to lose hope in receiving.

Phee was kind enough to offer us room in her home, and free reign of her holotable, to act as a sort of base. It’s been quieter since we were last gathered around this table. The usual boisterous laughter and interrupted rants replaced with worried silence broken every so often by a sea breeze that no longer carries the joyous sound of Omega and Lyana playing just outside. That mission, Hemlock, the Empire, took so much from us; it’s taken an incredible amount of effort from Hunter, Wrecker, and I to not allow these forces working against us to take our hope on top of it all.

Echo and Rex referred us to this contact not long ago, someone who they’d worked closely with during the war, someone they trust. I commed Echo. Hunter advised against it, said it wasn’t worth it, that all we could do now was wait. I snuck out to the Marauder to use the long distance com anyways. Of course, the conversation was brief, and he has as much information as we do. Sit tight. Waiting game. All that.

“How’re they holding up?” His voice low, even with the volume adjusted to its highest setting. He’d mentioned returning to Coruscant last time we spoke, it must be the middle of the night there. We always did have terrible sleeping schedules.

“Not well, but I mean…” I trail off, we both know the reason, we both hold some foolish hope that not saying it will make it less true, “They miss you.”

“But you don’t?” There’s that sass, that glint of normalcy I’ve both craved and feared these past two months.

A laugh escapes me as if on instinct, it sounds foreign, “Nah, thought I’d never shake you. So clingy.”

“You’re one to talk, you do realize it’s 0100 here?”

This, our shared brand of humor and sarcasm, too, feels so distant to me now. Slowly, it comes back to me, “Oh, I’m so sorry, did I wake you up? Were you sleeping?” 

“Like a baby.” His warm chuckle crackles through the com speaker, and mine through his. The silence that follows is warm, easing his way into broaching the question, “I take it he’s distancing himself again?”

I sigh, a deep sigh only brought about by reality, “I get it, I really do — and, honestly as bad as it sounds, I wish I didn’t because this kriffing hurts — but withdrawing like this, I don’t know why he can’t see it’s only making the feeling worse.”

“Have you told him that?”

“‘Course. He just says something about how we can’t give up and stares at the holotable. I don’t want to give up, I can’t give up, I just hate seeing him like this.” 

Echo hums, but just as he begins to respond, static and unintelligible voices play loudly through the speaker. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta go. Good luck.”

I nod, wiping at my misty eyes as I reach for the switch to end the transmission, “Be safe. Talk soon.”

Silence. Mournful, somber silence echoes through the lonely hull of the once lively ship. Everywhere my gaze falls sits a piece of their history, our history; one of Tech’s unfinished projects, a drawing of the ship Omega had called extra credit, Echo’s favorite brand of instant caf. Unable to withstand the weight of these memories, I decide to take my leave and the silence follows me back to the cottage.

I return to a rare sight: an empty house. No Wrecker sitting at the kitchen counter disassembling and reassembling explosives. No Phee asking him to take it outside. No Hunter hovering over the holotable awaiting a call. No com to tell me to hurry back, mustn’t have been an emergency.

I make my way over to the holotable, fingertips gliding across its rounded edge as I approach Hunter’s usual seat. When I pull out the chair, I’m met with a sight that would normally make me laugh. His shredded scarf that he’s grown so attached to, destroyed on our last mission to gather intel, along with his prized bandana that appears to have shrunken in the wash. The best I can muster is a bemused huff, taking the bundle of abused fabric into my arms as I sit. Suddenly, I’m struck with an idea. It could be a very stupid idea, of course, but a very good idea doesn’t always equate to a very smart idea. It’s a perspective thing and seeing as the only perspective available at the moment is my own, I figure I may as well get to it before more perspectives show up.

After careful work, I neatly fold remaining fabric and stash it in my pack with my tools; as the designated mender of the group, I know firsthand there is no such thing as too many fabric patches. Returning to the table, finished product tucked delicately in my vest pocket, approaching voices grow louder and louder.

“I’m telling you, it looks good! Stop fussing, leave it… yeah, like that,” Phee’s voice nears the door, and I’m sure I hear Hunter grumbling about something. The door whooshes open and my eyes widen with surprise. When I meet Phee’s gaze, she seems to silently plead for backup, “You’re back! What do you think?”

She gestures to an unamused Hunter, visibly fighting the urge to fidget with the hat he’s wearing. It doesn’t look bad on him, very few things would, but he doesn’t exactly look comfortable. Unwilling to hold the spotlight any longer, he grabs the floppy brim and removes it from his head, tossing the garment onto the table as he takes the seat next to me. Unable to help myself, I lean forward with a smile and run a hand through his slightly disheveled hair.

“That bad, huh?” Phee sighs, Wrecker following closely behind as she heads for the kitchen.

“I liked it,” The glee still empty from his voice, even at something that would’ve garnered one of his trademark laughs a few months ago.

“Me, too, big guy.” Phee sets a crate of groceries on the countertop. Wrecker’s taken to cooking. Though he’s been much quieter these days, Wrecker seems like himself again when he’s preparing a meal.

Hunter’s gaze is locked on the table, silences between us were never tense like this. When he speaks, he doesn’t look at me. “How’s Echo.”

It isn’t a question, more of a remark, maybe even an I told you so if I really read into it. I answer it like a question anyway, “Good, but no word from the contact.”

He hums. The silence that follows deems the told you so unnecessary.

I reach into my vest pocket. Now’s as good a time as any. “I made you something.”

He hums again, gaze flicking away from the table for half a second in question. Right now, that’s probably the best I’ll get. I place an open palm on the table before him. After a moment's hesitation he rests his hand atop mine, palm up, and I look to his eyes as I delicately drape a band of maroon fabric with thin gold stripes across his fingers.

Hunter’s expression is unreadable, regarding the gift silently. I bite my tongue, attempting to hold in any preemptive apologies in fear that I may have overstepped. My flat expression shifts only when I see his eyes begin to well up, before the first sorry can push past the floodgates he turns to me with the faintest smile. A smile I haven’t seen in too long. His grip tightens around the bandana as he rushes to pull me into a tight hug. Instantly, my arms wrap around him, tears forming in my own eyes. “I love it,” his voice low, he places a kiss on my temple, “thank you.”

“I’m sorry I can’t do more.” My voice comes out a whisper, all of the words I hold back seem louder. “We’re going to get them back, Hunter.”

“Not without a fight.” He says grimly, holding me tighter, as if he’ll lose me the second he lets go.

“I know,” I pull back to look into his eyes, my hand coming up to cup his tattooed cheek, “but we fight as a team. We can’t keep bottling all of this up, we need to take care of each other, ourselves.”

Hunter rests his forehead against mine as he sighs, “You’re right.”

“I know. How’re you feeling?” He shuts his eyes as my thumb gently ghosts back and forth over his cheekbone.

He thinks for a moment before releasing me, opening his palm to look at the bandana in his hand. “Lost,” he turns the garment over, examining the back, “Loss. I couldn’t protect them. You, Wrecker, Phee, you’re all I’ve got now and I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you either.”

“Tech protected us. Omega, too. I think it’s cruel to put that duty solely on yourself, Hunter. It’s an impossible weight to carry on your own,” A tear falls from my eye, quickly sliding down my cheek before landing on my pant leg, “please, let me carry some.”

“Giving it away doesn’t sound easy, either.” His own tears threaten to spill over, I hope I never get used to the subtle, somber shake in his voice, “But I’d like to try.”

When he looks up with a sad, weary smile, I can’t help but lean forward and place a small kiss to his lips. I begin to withdraw, but Hunter’s palm cups my cheek and pulls me back in for a longer, gentler and tearful kiss. This time, the silence that follows is peaceful as he rests his forehead against mine once more.

His loose hair falls around his face and I accidentally pull a few strands into my mouth as I inhale. He chuckles a bit as I pull away, a sound I’ve missed dearly. I can’t help but let out a small laugh of my own, reaching up to once again run a hand through his curls, “It’s gotten so long.”

Hunter smiles, turning the bandana over once more before presenting it to me, “Do the honors?”

With a smile and a nod, I take the cloth from his grasp, delicately wrapping the fabric around his head and tying a single knot.

“It’s perfect,” He places a soft kiss to my knuckles, taking my hand in his, “thank you.”

The holotable chirps. Incoming transmission.

A/N: Someone pointed out Hunter's hair looks longer, plus the new bandana, I just had to get this out of my system. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think, comments mean the world to me! <3

[tatooineknights]

Day 3: SOLITARY CONFINEMENT

Eyelashes fluttered as the humming of the bacta tank filled the space around Luke Skywalker, the warm liquid bubbling up to the surface, finding an escape. He could see nothing beyond the bacta that restoratively clung to his skin, the room beyond dark as night. His body was numb, possibly sedated, with every extremity holding the weight of a thousand pounds.

"Father," Luke attempted to squeak out, but the respirator connected to his nose and mouth refused to allow him. The last thing he remembered was lying on the ground in the Throne Room, calling out for Darth Vader to save him from the torment of the Emperor.

Had he done it?

Something felt incredibly off, though Luke couldn't quite come up with a thought for it. His brow twisted, the young Jedi used all his strength to raise his left hand and pound it against the glass. There was a flicker of light in the room surrounding him, a wiring sound that soon joined the humming of the tank.

Luke could see himself, his glazed eyes seeing the blurred pink of his skin and the white of his underclothes beneath. As his vision began to come back to him, Luke started to notice the light dressing of purple lines that glimmered across his chest and to his arms. They were so faint, only the right amount of glare made it obvious. Peering past his white briefs, Luke could see the same pattern along his thighs. Scars? From the lightning, no doubt.

The harness clipped to Luke's waist suddenly began to lift him out of the bacta tank; the air was cold, causing him to instantly begin shivering and longing for the comfort of the warm fluid. As he looked around at his surroundings, a mechanical arm from the device above him wrapped around the respirator, unlocking it from the bridge of his nose and causing it to fall to the ground.

Luke's breathing was hard and ragged between his shivers.

"Where am I?"

He trembled, somewhat equally from the cold and also out of fear. Did his father help him after all? And if he didn't, why would the Emperor spare him? What about his friends on Endor, his sister? None of this was right and dread continued to creep on him.

The apparatus that hoisted him in the air moved him to the opposite side of the empty room, where only a small central device cackled with static above it. His stomach turned in knots - a containment field. "No," he shouted under his breath, futilely attempting to struggle and free himself from the harness that would lead him to captivity; but it was of no use, whatever had sedated him made it almost impossible to move, additionally causing his mind to be too clouded to draw on the Force. By the time he'd managed to kick his leg in defiance, the straps of the harness came loose and dropped Luke dead center on the device, levitating him in the air.

"Welcome, young Skywalker," a familiar gravelly voice spoke out over an intercom. A neon red light activated around what must be the door out, with a white circle centrally fixed. It must be watching him. "You claimed to be a Jedi when we lost spoke; so fitting is it, then, for you to be prisoner inside my palace: the former Jedi Temple."

"Let go of me," Luke replied, but the voice continued on, speaking over him. It must be a recording of some sort.

"It would be foolish to give up on you after only one attempt, as Lord Vader had said. Perhaps you are already see the failure of your pitiful ways. You will change your mind.. and you will embrace your destiny."

"You haven't learned a thing about me," Luke spat to the recording, venom and feeling coming to him as the effects of the sedative began to wear off. The youth was trapped in this cycle. But then his heart raced as he realized that Vader was still here - he had saved him, it seemed, at least from a certain point of view. But now the tables had been turned, and Luke was in greater danger than ever before. He wasn't sure how he would get out of this.. but he would.

The containment field made it impossible for him to externally use the Force but he could still sense and feel with it. With his concentration back and his mind unclouded, Luke sensed for the bond that had equally betrayed him as it did saved him. His eyelashes fluttered as it took a great will to reach out; but soon enough, he did.

"Father."

There was a great silence.

Luke.

Someone stood at the opposite side of the door, waiting to enter. A tall and mighty presence. There was trepidation and intense self-loathing within, a mind filled with regret. It was him: Darth Vader. Luke Skywalker swallowed as he waited for the door to open; his journey would have to start all over, and it would be the greatest test of his life, but there was still a chance.

[broken-clover]

Safe Harbor

The problem with trying to write something as you play a game is that it's really hard for things to synch up nicely. I wasn't sure if there would be a point to finishing this now that we're out of Neksdor, but I really liked the idea of having some little plot tweaks and I couldn't help myself. There's another one right after this about the start of the Fae Realm (as I mentioned I want to also redo the meeting with Bang) but it seemed wiser to do it as two separate ones

She noticed how the smile escaped his face as soon as dinner ended.

These humans were strange. Blue wasn’t even sure if all of them were humans. The only one she felt reasonably sure of was their so-called leader, yet he seemed the strangest of all. Them, all four of them, they had only known one another for a brief amount of time. Even moreso for her- in the eons-long tapestry of a Diamond’s existence, this was barely more than an absentminded blink. It felt foolish to say that she knew all of them incredibly well.

Though she had at least understood the cursory basics. I-no, the red one, was quite fond of trickery, and possessed a short temper when things bored her or went incorrectly. Taokaka was the energetic one with strange ears, so vibrant at times that Blue wondered if she and Pink would have been the best of friends. And, of course, Phoenix. Puzzling Phoenix. Of what she did know, he…’wore his heart on his sleeve,’ as humans tended to say. He made it very easy to tell when something upset him. Lies came out stilted and unconvincing. His aptitude for planning frequently interrupted by a lack of confidence. Fretful, but analytical and detail-oriented. He would have made a quality Agate. Perhaps, with a bit of work on his persuasive skills, even an Emerald?

Blue shook her head. No, no, Gems could be whatever they wanted now, the caste did not mean anything of substance now. Remembering that could be difficult still. In any case, Phoenix was human, a squishy, peculiar thing that even something as majestic as a Diamond struggled with understanding. He made it very clear that their journey of ambiguous purpose frightened him greatly, but still their little group traveled across the desert, and he poorly masked a look of terror all the way.

So when he made no attempt to hide his frown, it had to mean something unpleasant.

Would it be impolite to say so? Sometimes, being impolite was a necessity with humans. They could tiptoe around issues rather than speaking frankly and simply. Even if they made their intentions obvious. Such as with their current sleeping arrangement.

Phoenix had clustered them all close together. Even the horse was right next door, every odd snort audible through the wooden wall. It was distracting, but it was clear that was intentional. No matter. Any sleep she had was voluntary. A few hours of waiting until sunrise was an easy task, she’d done it last night, too. Just pantomime what the organics did. Climb into the bed, lie down, and close your eyes. Simple. Rather comfy. 

Just a matter of time until his attempt at a facade cracked. 

“Blue?”

Tiredness was tangible in his voice, but he was clearly still awake. Worrying about things made it difficult to sleep, or so she had heard.

“What is it?”

He squirmed under the covers until his face pointed toward her side of the room. “Can I talk to you?”

“Is that not what we’re doing right now?” She asked. “What is bothering you, Phoenix?”

The bed creaked as he flinched. “I- y-...that obvious, huh…”

“Indeed.”

“Well…” The man mulled over his words.  “Are you okay staying in Neksdor for a while?”

Blue thought for a moment. “I take no issue with it, why?”

Once more, he hesitated to speak. “What happened last time, when we left Greenhorne…that’s when I lost them.”

Ah, yes. His prior group. Phoenix spoke plenty of them. Joe the very handsome cook, Sin the very loud knight, and Ro-myo the bothersome mage. Though some of their epithets weren’t particularly flattering, he spoke of them with such warmth that it was clear how close they had been. Something had happened upon his arrival to the desert. That ‘Dark Lord’ individual had whisked them away to who-knew-where. Phoenix’s constant fretting over her, Taokaka and I-no had seemed quite clearly to her some extension of that.

“If we leave Neksdor, I’m worried…” He swallowed. “You aren’t…you’re not gonna…”

Blue looked at the man in silence. He turned away from her, staring up at the ceiling again. “We’ll stay here. It’s safer here.”

What was it that he planned to do here? Though it was true, she was fine with staying, all her time spent with these people was through the lens of battle. What was there to be done with it ended so abruptly? 

“What of the Dark Lord, then?” She wondered aloud. Maybe he had thought of that already…? 

His expressions shifted in the dark. From off the bedside table, he plucked the strange, shiny charm that she’d seen him carrying around. A scarce bit of moonlight caught the metal and illuminated it.

Phoenix unceremoniously hurled the trinket away. It narrowly missed the open window, thumping against the wall and clattering against the ground.

“Forget it. Someone else can save the world.” With a huff, he bundled the blankets up to his ears and twisted to face the wall. “Good night, Blue. See you in the morning.”

As she tried to think of some sort of response, nothing particularly helpful came. “...Goodnight, Phoenix.”

Back to feigning sleep. Of course, she could still hear him shifting uneasily in his bed, and the words he tried to mutter under his breath.

“I’m not losing you, too. I can’t lose more friends.”

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“Mornin’, Blue.”

Phoenix sat up from his tangle of pillows, blankets and messy hair. A hand attempted to push away the hair and blurriness from his eyes.

“Blue?”

Her bed was empty, blankets pushed back. 

“Guess she got up early…” He mumbled, feeling for his glasses and slipping them on. Based on how high the sun was in the window, dawn must have been hours ago. 

Everyone was probably at breakfast already. Might have even finished. Hopefully they were polite enough to leave a bit for him. Phoenix left the bedroom behind him and headed for the stairwell down to the dining room.

“Blue? Tao isn’t giving you too much trouble, is she?”

The table was empty. An inn employee was sweeping the floor, but there was no sign anything had been put on the table and cleaned away.

If Blue wasn’t there…

“Y…you’re just in the bathroom. Yeah.”

Gems had no need to eat, and thus no real reason to use that, either. He had never seen her step foot in one.

“I- I’ll, I’m gonna go check on the others, okay?”

The inn was quiet. Even the sounds of the staff moving about felt muted. No, that was just his imagination. He was just imagining things. His mind tended to get carried away when he was nervous, everything would be fine as soon as he saw his friends and realized just how ridiculous he was being.

“You up, girls?” When the door to the next bedroom from his was within arm’s reach, Phoenix gave it a hearty knock. “Rise and shine! Breakfast is gonna get cold, Tao!”

That should have gotten her attention immediately. When he pressed an ear to the door, though, there were no scuffling claws, no eager kittyish chirps.

“Are you still asleep?” He felt for the handle. The door was unlocked. Phoenix let himself in.

No signs of life. Both beds as equally empty as Blue’s.

Phoenix approached what he assumed was the cat’s bedside, based on the numerous bananas piled on the floor close by. He pulled the blankets back as far as he could. She wasn’t hiding beneath them, ready to surprise him for her own amusement.

“...Tao’s just playing with Fluttershy.” Sweat was already gathering the curves of his palm. “I-no just went to go buy a new spear. She’ll be back soon.”

Phoenix was a poorer liar to himself than he already was to others. Dryness in the back of his throat joined the clammy palms. He tried to keep his breathing even. Tried. Failed.

“This isn’t real. This isn’t real. I’m just dreaming.”

Back to bed. Under the covers. He’d wake up soon enough, and all four of them would laugh over the ridiculousness of it over breakfast. Tearing out of the room, the door to I-no and Tao’s room slammed shut only after he’d already made it back to his own. The world went dark as he shoved his head under the pillow and clenched his eyes shut. 

Time failed to function in his cramped little cocoon. No matter how he tried to close his eyes and dredge up any tiredness, Phoenix stayed awake, but he refused to climb out again. The feeble hope of dreaming was all he could think to cling on to.

Though not an impatient man, there was still a point where he recognized that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. It just didn’t come. No, forget it. He’d meet everyone on the road. They were waiting for him. They had to be. How rude of him for making them wait.

The blankets were pushed aside again, and he grabbed his lab coat from its place tossed over the footboard.

His lab coat felt…wrong.

When a job’s set of garments matched, there was a subtle, energizing aura it instilled in the wearer. Though he knew they were just lab coats and fabric vestments, that little hum under his skin told him that he would be protected. He knew what it felt like. And he knew what it felt like when he was wearing something that didn’t work.

He knew how it felt.

Because that’s how it had felt the last-

In a frenzy, he tore across the room to where the mirror was hanging. Every inn had one lying around. Useful for admiring new armor when he bought it. He had looked at this set not too long ago, recently enough that he immediately recognized how awkward and bulky it now looked on his shoulders.

The lab coat slumped to the floor in a sad pile, letting Phoenix get a good, long look at what was underneath it.

Plain clothing. Traveler’s robes.

[gl0omur4ai]

♥︎ || Snow Innocence : Reboot || ♡

Chapter 1 : A cat surrounded by prey

Warnings : Poor writing, Out of character characters, MENTIONS OF NEGLECT AND ABUSE, let me know if I missed any heh

Word count :

Alkni fun fact : She loves peaches heh

Pervious : Here

Next chapter : Here

Masterlist : Here

The cold, harsh streets was all the white haired child knew for the past two years. 'Oh, poor baby' is what she often heard from people passing by, although they never so much as stopped to even check if she was alive.

At only the age of five, a little girl, whom used to sparkle as bright as sun itself, sat alone in the streets, a soft scarf to keep her warm through the winters wrapped around her neck, the last thing she had to her name. Watching people pass by was all she ever did, watching as families happily enjoyed the cold winter season, something rare for her small town.

'I just.... I just wanna go home....'

The child would mutter every so often, her voice as soft as the snow that would greet her outside. Yet there was no home for her to return to.

"FLOYD???"

The sliver haired man exclaimed as he watched Floyd, much to his utter dismay, attempt to squeeze a customer. The poor unfortunate soul whom Floyd had set his eyes on quickly tried to break out upon Azul calling to the wild dude, only causing Floyd to attempt to squeeze him harder.

"Floyd, I only asked you to make sure my customers were going through on their end of the deal ! Not to..."

Azul started, yet paused as he heard a soft rustle coming from his VIP room, making the octoperson to turn around in confusion after a brief moment. There was no way someone could've snuck behind him and broke into the VIP room in such a short amount of time, and much less be stupid enough to make a sound like that if they did manage to sneak past.

The sound even caught Floyd's attention, who seemed to be interested in what caused the sound, completely forgetting about what he was just doing. "Which'a fishy broke in this time~" Floyd cooed playfully as he happily began to skip towards the VIP lounge, the customer long forgotten about in favor of something more 'fun'.

A soft yawn escaped the young girls mouth, as she snuggled in deeper into her soft white scarf, a gentle warmth she hadn't felt since the day her life fell apart filling her senses.

Warmth....

Shooting upwards, the little dusty black haired girl frantically looked around at her surroundings, not being able to comprehend how she felt warm.

Having lived on the streets for two years, she had grown used to the cold in the winters and the heat in the summers. With nothing to protect her against the elements, she was used to feeling only the extremes of weather. So, it was incredibly odd to her little mind how it suddenly felt like she was back at home.

Rubbing her little ruby red eyes, Alkni glanced around her surroundings, her mind still being slightly clouded by sleep. The room was nothing like what she was used to. Yeah, while she had been well off before the incident money wise, wherever she seemed to be right now, seemed more fancy then she could comprehend.

"A... A kid....?"

A voice broke the child out of her trance as she looked up to see two young men. Alkni flinched, assuming she was about to get in trouble for being somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.

"H-How'd you get here...?"

The sliver haired man asked, looking at her like she was a unicorn who just jumped out of a tv screen. Alkni, albeit confused, shrugged her shoulders before tensing, looking down to the ground. Every time she used to shrug her shoulders, terrible things would happen. Most of the time, she'd be slapped across the face for 'lying', and sometimes, if she was lucky, she'd be yelled at. She had long since left that life, although unwillingly, and she didn't want to go back.

"Thats quite strange.... It isn't supposed to be easy to get into this school, especially much less for a child" A second voice spoke up from behind the two others. "New fishy to play with !" One of what appeared to be two clones cheered happily as he rushed over to the child, grabbing her in his arms and squeezing her tightly.

Alkni froze as she felt the strange dude who seemed to be around the age of her brother the last time she saw him, squeeze her. When was the last time she felt such love, such warmth, from others. The last time it happened, she was left alone. Ditched on the side of the road like trash left behind for pick up day.

'L... let go of me ! I... I wanna be alone !"

The child suddenly yelled, tears brimming her soft red eyes. She didn't want to trust such warm and happy feelings again. She didn't want to be left in the dirt again. She was much happier by herself than when she was with her family. She had spent two years convincing herself of that and it wasn't going to go to waste.

"Woah ! This ricefishy is feisty !"

Floyd chuckled, making Alkni panic. Quickly pushing herself out of Floyd's grasp, she quickly turned to run towards the door, only to end up stumbling, her little legs failing her as she had been so used to sitting in one spot that her legs had grown weak.

"Here, it's okay"

Said the other clone softly, walking towards her to pick her up. Seeing someone's hand reaching out to her, she felt all the fear she had been bottling up for her entire life fill her sense. Without so much as missing a heartbeat, she lurched towards the unknown mans hand, biting it as hard as possible. She wasn't going to be hurt again. She didn't want to scolded again. She didn't want to go back.

'Fishy.... taste...?" She thought to herself, pausing mid-bite to look up at him. Her family would sometimes bring seafood home for dinner if they had made enough money that week for dinner, and would toss her some random leftovers sometimes if they were feeling charitable, and this man tasted so much like food that she couldn't help the urge but to try and nibble away at him.

Jade flinched back in shock, his usually calm demeanor faltering for a moment as he watched this random child try to eat him alive. Floyd, who found this whole situation amusing, couldn't hold back a laugh as he watched the interaction go on.

Suddenly, a pair of gentle hands lifted her small body off the floor, pulling her away from Jade. Jade quickly wiped his now slightly wet hand on his shirt, before standing next to Azul, who held the small child in his arms. "Shes so.... thin?" Azul whispered to Jade, while Floyd, who had already gotten bored of the entire situation walked off.

"Hey, how about I bring you something to eat and we can talk about how you ended up here, hm?" Azul said softly to the child, needing to know how she broke into such a palce.

A/N : Whoooieeee... First chapter doneze ! Uhm, honestly, my writing has improved A LOT since December of last year, and since my old Tumblr accounts 1 year ani was like 4 days ago, I thought I might as well rewrite this !

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Congratulations on hitting 3k!!! 🙌🏻🙌🏻

So, as much as I initially thought this would fit Spencer x Reader.... I would love to request a RALVEZ angsty (little fluff) fic to these lyrics please?!

🎵 Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn’t mean to call you that. I can’t remember what was said or what you threw at me, please tell me - My Own Worst Enemy by Lit

Thank you for giving me an excuse to write Ralvez! I love you and I loved writing this. I realise after I wrote this the fluff is non existent. Sorry I tried but the angst took over. Ambiguous ending- you can decide if you think they made it through this or not. Italics are flashbacks to their fight.

My Own Worst Enemy

Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

Summary - Spencer’s insecurities have always been a hurdle for Luke to overcome. And then the younger man gets drunk and a fight ensues, one they may never come back from.

CW - super angst, not necessarily a happy ending, depends on how you want to look at it, Spencer is very insecure, bisexual Luke, jealous Spencer, drunk Spencer, fighting, arguing, swearing, very brief mention of past drug addiction, Spencer calls Luke a “whore”.

WC - 2.6k

Luke Alvez was well aware that his boyfriends insecurities ran deep to the bone. As hard as Spencer tried to come across otherwise, he was incredibly self conscious in just about every aspect of his life. 

Due to his lack of confidence, it wasn’t unheard of for Spencer to get jealous. He’d never felt worthy of Luke’s love and affection and it showed through his envy when any person Spencer deemed to be attractive spoke to Luke. 

To his credit, he was good at hiding it. But Luke knew Spencer well enough to see it in the smallest gestures. It was the way his jaw set, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides. It was how his perpetual lip chewing got even more frantic and he stuttered more than usual. 

It didn’t help matters that Luke was attracted to both men and women. In Spencer’s mind that left double the amount of people that Luke could leave him for. 

Spencer’s insecurities were always worse when it came to a pretty woman talking to his boyfriend. He didn’t blame them, Luke was utterly ravishing, charming and drop dead gorgeous. But Spencer’s anxiety when it came to Luke was always heightened by women.

Sometimes Luke wished he hadn’t told Spencer that before he’d met him he had categorically only dated women. Spencer wasn’t the first guy he’d been with but he was the first man Luke had a serious relationship with. 

In Spencer’s mind, it was only a matter of time before Luke broke up with him for a woman. If Luke had a dime for every time Spencer said as much, he would be a very rich man. 

But he endured Spencer’s self doubt because he loved him. Luke loved Spencer like he’d never loved another human being before he just wished Spencer would see that. 

Luke had gotten used to it by now, he thought he had a handle on things. But that was before Garcia’s leaving party. 

Luke had never witnessed his boyfriend drinking before. He knew all about Spencer’s history with dilaudid and how the younger man didn’t tend to consume alcohol because of it. 

But upon arrival at Rossi’s when the old man had poured Luke a glass of champagne and offered Spencer a water, Spencer shook his head and opted for the sparkling alcohol instead. 

Luke and Rossi exchanged a slightly concerned look but Luke thought better of questioning it. Spencer was a grown man and Luke trusted that if Spencer thought he could handle a drink then he could. 

Only it wasn’t just a drink. 

Spencer managed to hide his consumption from Luke for the most part, never quite finishing a drink and simply topping up his glass when his partner wasn’t looking. 

Spencer was not a drinker. It had been several years since he’d made the decision to give up alcohol and even before he had, he’d never been drunk to excess. 

So it was no surprise at all that after only three glasses of champagne he felt wobbly on his feet. His brain started to grow hazy and his eyes blurred even if only slightly. 

But that didn’t stop him from having a fourth. 

And ultimately he wouldn’t remember most of the night after Emily’s speech, which was a strange feeling for Spencer who remembered everything. 

When he woke up the following morning he found himself on top of the sheets, fully dressed and even had his shoes on still. 

His head was pounding and his mouth was so dry it felt like his tongue was made of sandpaper. 

But the worst part? The bed he usually shared with Luke was empty on his side and the sheets were cold. 

He forced himself to sit up, his head spinning and stomach turning as he did so. He exhaled through his nose and swept his hair back off of his forehead. 

Closing his eyes and rubbing them with his palms, he tried to grasp at any little memory from the previous night. 

“I’m sick of this Spencer! Either you trust me or you don’t.”

“What if I don’t?” 

“Then I don’t know why we’re even together.” 

His eyes shot open and his hands fell to his sides on the mattress. Yelling. There had been a lot of yelling. Screaming. Slamming. Smashing. 

What the hell happened last night? 

He forced himself off the bed, his legs shaking like a newborn calf. His satchel was on the floor in the middle of the room, tossed there and its contents spilling out. 

He walked past it towards the bathroom, slowly and carefully as his legs were struggling to cooperate. He made it to the sink and ran the facet, splashing cold water on his face. 

“Are you really this insecure? Do I really need to coddle you this much?”

“Coddle me? Oh is that what you do? I’m a grown ass man, I don’t need you to coddle me, Luke!”

“Yes, you do! Fuck, I’m having to constantly reassure you that I love you and want to be with you.” 

“I’m sorry you don’t know what it’s like to have self doubts. But not all of us can be perfect like you!” 

He was momentarily overwhelmed by the sound of him and Luke’s raised voices in his head. 

Seriously, what happened last night? 

He dried his face with a towel before brushing his teeth in an attempt to bring some moisture back to it. 

Everything after that fourth glass of champagne was a blur of red raging anger. It had probably been bubbling beneath the surface for a while, he’d tried to suppress it like he did everything else but the alcohol had caused it to all spill out. 

“Get in the car.” 

“No.”

“Get in the fucking car, right now.” 

“No!” 

“You wanna go back in there? You wanna make more of a scene than you’ve already made? Get in the car, Spencer.” 

Had he completely destroyed his relationship in the space of one night? Had the alcohol caused him to push away the best thing in his life? 

He needed to call Luke. Where would he even be? Since they moved in together eight months ago they had never spent a night apart. Even before that they rarely did. 

He needed to call him and try to salvage their relationship in the wreckage of whatever happened last night. 

Legs still wobbling, Spencer ambled back to the bedroom and found his cell phone on the floor by his bag. He grabbed it, trying to ignore the way the world spun when he stood back up too fast.

He had unread texts from JJ, Rossi and Garcia but they could wait. He had more pressing issues to attend to. 

He located Luke’s number and hit the call button before putting the device to his ear. It started ringing but it also promoted another sound from beyond his bedroom door. 

He frowned, lowering the phone from his ear and focusing on the noise from his living room. 

The distinctive sound of a phone ringing. He cancelled the call and tentatively walked towards the door. 

His hand was trembling when he reached for the handle, heart racing as he had no idea what to expect when he opened the door. 

“You know what, fine. I am insecure! But you knew that about me when we met!”

“I had no idea how bad it was, Spencer. I can’t even talk to a woman without you freaking out. I have done nothing wrong here, I was simply talking to a friend.” 

“Talking, huh? So you’re saying you wouldn’t have fucked her given half a chance?”

“No! Oh my god I can’t keep having this same fight. When have I ever given you reason to believe I would cheat on you?” 

“Past behaviour says a lot about someone. You weren’t exactly a saint before we met, Luke.”

“I wasn’t? What was I then, Spencer? Enlighten me.” 

“You were a goddamn whore and you know it!” 

Oh boy, this was going to be bad. 

He pushed down the handle, knowing he was going to have to face this sooner or later and he may as well get it over with. 

Luke was on the couch where he’d clearly slept given the blanket folded neatly over the arm. The expression on his face was a combination of exhaustion and frustration and Spencer knew that was his fault. 

He sheepishly stepped across the threshold, stuffing his hands in his pockets as Luke watched him move. He stayed on the couch and Spencer slowly moved closer until he was dropping down at the other end of it. 

He noticed shards of glass on the floor by the wall and the remains of what used to be a lamp. 

“Why don’t you go back to Rossi’s and take her home instead? We both know it’s what you want!” 

“God fucking damnit Spencer how many times do I need to tell you I do not have a crush on Penelope Garcia!” 

“You’re a liar! You’re a goddamn fucking liar!” 

A crash followed the yelling. The ripping of a cord as the lamp was pulled from its socket and then a crash as it was launched at the wall. 

“How you feeling?” Luke spoke, his voice horse and cracked. 

“My head hurts.” Spencer rolled his lips between his teeth, staring down at his hands now in his lap. 

“I’ve never seen you drink like that. I’ve never seen you drink at all.” 

“Certainly not a shining moment in the Spencer Reid chronicles.” Spencer exhaled. “Is there any chance we can just forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn’t mean to call you that. I can’t exactly remember everything that was said or what was thrown. I don’t want to remember.” 

“You think I can just forget that you called me a whore and threw a freaking lamp at me?” Luke shook his head. 

“Technically I threw it at the wall.” He shrugged dumbly, focusing his attention on cracking his knuckles. 

“Spencer,” Luke’s tone was haggard, shattered into as many pieces as the lamp lying forgotten on the floor. “I love you so much, but your insecurities are going to be the death of me.” 

“If you’re never going to believe me when I say I love you I’m gonna just stop saying it. I can’t spend my whole life having to convince you that you’re the person I want to be with. At a certain point you’ve got to either believe me or walk away.” 

“I wish I knew how to stop feeling this way, Luke. I wish I could just shut it off. But I’m never going to feel good enough for you. And that shouldn’t be your problem.” Spencer croaked, still looking at his hands. 

“But it has become my problem, Spencer. You made it my problem. You made a complete fool out of yourself last night. You made a fool out of me.” Luke huffed with a shake of his head. “And you owe Garcia like a thousand apologies.” 

Spencer’s eyes snapped up now, landing on Luke. He swallowed thickly at the mention of the bubbly tech analyst as another hazy memory flooded over him. 

“What are you doing?”

“It’s called ‘talking’, boy wonder.” 

“Oh sure, ‘talking’. Do you think I was born yesterday?” 

“Is he…has he been drinking? Should you be drinking, Spencer?” 

“Spencer, just leave it, ok? Penelope and I were just-”

“Oh I know exactly what you were doing. You wanna sleep with my boyfriend, huh Garcia?”

“Exsqueeze me?” 

“Don’t play dumb.” 

“Spencer just walk away.” 

“You know what? You’re welcome to him. He always did like women better.” 

“I have never once said that, you’re putting words in my mouth again.” 

“Reid, I think you need to have some water, nurture that giant brain and in the morning everything will seem so much clearer.” 

“Fuck you, Garcia. Fuck you both.” 

“I, uh…it wasn’t my proudest moment, that’s for sure.” 

“Something has to give, Spencer. I know you don’t mean to be like this and last night was a fluke but…I can’t live like this. I’m exhausted. It physically and mentally exhausts me constantly having to prove my love for you.” Luke sounded just as tired as he felt. He sounded utterly shattered. 

And Spencer was responsible for that. 

“I have spent so many years trying to work on my self esteem and I thought I was getting better until I met you. I’ve never felt this way about someone before and the thought of losing you is a very real fear to me. I don’t know how to just shut off these thoughts that keep telling me I’m not good enough for you.” Spencer felt the tears burning the backs of his eyes, felt Luke slipping away. 

He didn’t see a happy ending on their horizon. 

He knew Luke was right, something had to give but it was impossible for him to just switch off all these insecurities that had plagued him for so many years. 

“And I can’t keep telling you that you are good enough.” Luke shook his head and pushed himself to his feet. 

Spencer watched him from the couch as he started aimlessly wandering the room. 

“You’ve got to let this go, Spencer. I’m allowed to talk to women, hell I’m allowed to talk to anyone I want!” 

“If it were just talking I wouldn’t be so annoyed!” 

“You’re paranoid. Your self doubt has made you paranoid, Spencer. I don’t want to be with Penelope or anyone else for that matter. But right now I’m also not sure that I want to be with you either.” 

“We’re not gonna be ok, are we?” Spencer’s voice betrayed him as a few tears leaked from his eyes. 

“I really don’t know.” Luke replied honestly. 

“I’d love to sit here and promise I'm never going to get jealous again, but I can’t do that.” 

“I know you can’t.” Luke ran his fingers through his tangled hair. “I don’t want to lose you but I also don’t see this getting any better.” 

“I can’t lose you, Luke! I just can’t!”

“The only reason you’re going to lose me is because you’re acting like a freaking child, Spencer! This jealousy is out of hand. I can’t handle it. It’s too much. You’re too much.” 

“Then what are we going to do?” Spencer whispered, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. 

Luke huffed out a deep breath as he flopped back down to the couch. 

“I really have no idea.” He shook his head. 

Both men stared straight ahead at the wall, not daring to look at the other. Keeping his eyes forward, Luke found himself blindly reaching across the expanse of couch that separated them and took hold of Spencer’s hand. 

Neither of them had any more words, none that would help matters anyway. They’d reached a fork in the road and had to decide which way they would go. 

One path would lead them to work on their relationship, to try to salvage what little was left. But who’s to say they wouldn’t end up right back here, navigating the same bumps in the road all over again. 

If they chose the other path they would have to traverse it alone. In choosing the second path they were giving up on each other, throwing away a love that was maybe always destined to fail. 

They had to decide if their relationship was worth fighting for one more time or if this really was the end of the road. 

Spencer laced his fingers in Luke, trying to commit to memory the exact way his hand felt in case he never got the chance to hold it again. 

He wished it was more of a surprise that they’d ended up here. But ultimately Spencer Reid was his own worst enemy and his insecurities may end up being his and Luke's untimely demise. 

[astoldbyaja]

The Orisha and the Hashira- Ch.14

I have never seen a home so beautiful let alone owned by a demon. How did he come to have such wealth? I could only wonder who this creature was married to. When his maids saw me, they looked almost disgusted, and he politely told them all to go home for the night.

Muzan removed his hat and I just stared as I stood in the middle of the room. The entire walk here, he did not release my hand, even knowing that I was tense and cautious of him. I even took note of the way his thumb rubbed at the small area of skin between my thumb and pointer finger. He is trying to soothe me; no, he wants me to let my guard down. I knew I should not even allow him to touch me, but I was confident in my abilities to defend myself. All the while, I was trying to figure him out. He has power and is incredibly dangerous. So, what is he doing playing human? I began to store large amounts of energy in my stomach from the water around me, due to the fact the water was growing sparse in the air around his home. He knew water is my element.

“Where are my manners, you know my name, but I do not know your name.” he said removing his hat and setting it down over a nice white chair. It was big and puffy. I watched him.

“You spoke as if we have met before, but you do not know my name.” I replied. He smiled warmly.

“It is because you look like someone, I knew a long time ago. That streak of white hair, those ocean blue eyes, your chocolate skin and your scent of honey… I knew a family with those characteristics a very long time ago.” he said. He was older than he looks, and it wouldn’t surprise me if his family…

“Ayo.” I replied staring at him intently. He gave a soft hum.

“Ayo… so that is your name. Your mother is Ayomide.” he said. I didn’t reply and he nodded sitting down in the chair. “When the slave trade began in Japan, many lords wanted the bragging rights to say they owned Africans. The men were strong, and the women served their wives and daughters. My father owned two families, one being the ancestors your parents were born from.”

I stiffened.

“So, I’m basically talking to a slaver’s son who owned my family. Is that why you so graciously offered to help me?” I asked. He looked a bit stunned at my words.

“No… I wanted to meet you because I wanted to meet the daughter of the Orisha I had such high respect for.” he said. His voice sounded genuine, but my instincts told me to be on guard. The hairs on my neck stood immediately as I stared at him.

“High respect? A slaver does not respect property.” I replied. His eye twitched some.

“She more than property… she took care of me when I was ill. She had… gifts that even today I am still rather curious of. I have not seen her since she denied my offer to join my cause. She was pregnant with one of her children I suspect. I guess she did not want to bring danger to her family.”

“Your cause?” I asked. His smile turned sinister.

“Tell me Ayo, do you think being an Orisha your goal is to protect human life? Do you value it so highly even after the very same lives run rampant on the planet hurting your people?” he asked. I winced from both his question and the cramping I felt between my legs. I was bleeding more, and I knew the blood would stain my uniform. “You may be a divine spirit, but your kind can be just as demonic as actual demons.”

I stared at him for a brief moment wondering what his goal was from this conversation.

“I know what I am, and I choose to do good because those who do good gain exactly what they want in life. Whatever it is you want, your cause, you will not gain it because you do not do good.” I replied lowly. If I wanted a happy life in this body filled with joy and content with Kyojuro, I must never let hatred devour me. Now there was a silence between us, and the sound of laughter cut through the tense air.

“My you are your mother’s daughter.” he said standing up and approaching me. The closer he got; the more pulsing veins rolled through his face. I kept my firm stance, showing I was not afraid of him. His red eyes showed black slits and now he stood before me, raising his hand to lightly touch my face. I remained still, giving a firm stare. “My dear Ayo… doing good things in hopes to gain good fortune is so humanistic of you. I salivate at the thought of your true power once you strip those morals away and embrace your true strength.”

My eyes began to gently tighten, itching to squint to see what kind of pain I could cause this demon. But I held back. I needed him to attack first. He let his hand slide down my cheek and over my chest, avoiding my breasts and hovering over my stomach before edging closer to my crotch.

“I tasted your mother’s blood once, it gave me temporary freedom to walk in the sun, but also heightened my arousal to a point I killed many women during sex to find a permanent release. The only woman I couldn’t kill during was her.”

My eyes widened now. How dare he tell such lies about my mother. I growled and swiftly spun my body in hopes to kick his head off his body. However, he caught my ankle and smirked as he gazed down at my glaring face.

“Oh… did you not know your mother gave herself willingly to a demon? She was a slave after all.” he growled. We moved so fast through the house, slamming and breaking desks and furniture and creating holes in the wall. I had him on his back screaming harshly, before we moved through the house again and he slammed me in the wall smirking, before we glided through multiple rooms throwing each other and missing with our attacks.

“If Orisha blood can allow temporary freedom in the sunlight, I often wonder what your menstrual blood will do. Maybe I can devour you!” he replied before pinning me to the ground. His claws digging into my wrists with an attempt to pierce my flesh. However, with the energy I stored in my body, his attempts wouldn’t pierce my flesh.

As he held me down, he placed his weight directly down on my crotch.

“How about it, Ayo. Join me and allow me to use your blood… your body and I will give you power to bring the world to its feet.” he said moving into me, his face inches from mine, his lips attempting to graze my own. I began to focus my energy on letting my body break down into mist to escape. I could feel the demon attempting to press his crotch against mine, while running his tongue over my lips to part them. I parted them for him, but only to say.

“No.” I whispered before my vision went fuzzy and I was reforming elsewhere. I landed on my back with a wince staring up at the dark sky. My mother laid with a demon. It isn’t unheard of to do so, but very much frowned upon by other Orisha. If she was pregnant at the time, maybe she felt she had to sleep with him. I know my mother enough to know she did what she had to in order to get the best outcome for herself and her family. I sat up and looked around seeing the city lights from a great distance. I needed to keep moving. Muzan or any demon could find me from all the blood I had on me.

I was grateful to the many different signs I saw that would lead me in the right direction toward the village. I had hoped Sanemi would be there rather than waste time looking for me. To my happiness, I made it to the village, and found Sanemi there as well.

“Ayo! You’re alive!” he snapped as he approached me. “What happened to meeting you in Asakusa?”

“Well, you’re here, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I was going to kill the demon first, which I just finished, and was going to come find you.” he said.

“You didn’t want to fight alongside me?” I questioned. He scoffed.

“You would have only slowed me down and got in the way! And besides what good were you if you’re bleeding a lot! Don’t need your brother bitching to me about your safety.” he said roughly. I blinked at his words and smiled.

“You’re absolutely right. The mission was top priority. Which is why I decided to leave Asakusa and come to the village in hopes to find you here. You aren’t hurt?” I asked looking him over. He went ‘tch’.

“Nah even fighting that hoard of demons before didn’t slow me down.” he said, and I nodded.

“That is good. I am sure my brother would love to test your strength when we return with a long spar since you were able to keep me safe against numerous demons. Even that is not something he has done before.” I replied. I watched the look of pure excitement rise in his eyes before he looked away.

“Like I care… but if he wants some pointers on how to be a better protector, I’d be more than happy to teach him a thing or to.” he said smugly. I couldn’t help but smile at his words. “Now come on let’s head back to the Butterfly Mansion.” he said. I wondered if I should tell the wind Hashira about the demon I met. He is strange, Muzan Kibutsuji. Maybe I will bring the discussion up to Lord Ubuyashiki instead.

Once we returned, things were back to normal. I was taking care of Tanjiro and his friends the most due to them getting into very violent fights with demons.

“Breathe with me… now inhale in 3…2…1.” I replied healing Tanjiro’s gashes. I was now in a medical uniform that was blue and white, and I had changed my hair to a style of bantu knots in a crown fashion with the rest of my hair flowing back behind me, so they wouldn’t get in the way of my work. I also wore a blue band around my forehead with shimmering jewelry made by Sumi, Kiyo and Naho.

“We were so worried about you Miss Ayo!” Sumi gushed.

“Y-yeah we thought those demons would have gotten you for sure!” Kiyo said with tears in her eyes.

I was very thankful to these girls for accepting me with such open arms. Although my bleeding had stopped on the journey back, Shinobu was kind enough to get me special padding that I could use for my menstruation so that demons would not be drawn to it. I knew I would protect these women with my life.

At the moment I was bringing water in for Tanjiro and his friends as they were now finished with training.

“You boys should not over work yourselves.” I replied handing a cup to Zenitsu who swooned.

“Aww Ayo you’re worried about me?” he asked attempting to nuzzle me which got him a firm flick of his forehead.

“We must get stronger if we want to take out the upper moons!” Tanjiro replied.

“What are these upper moons?” I asked.

“They’re a super strong rank of demons created by the bastard… Muzan Kibutsuji.” Tanjiro said, the anger evident in his tone. I gasped gently.

“Muzan…” I replied. Tanjiro nodded.

“Yes. He’s the one who killed my family and turned Nezuko into a demon. I have to destroy him if I’m going to help turn her back into a human!” he said. I nodded gently.

“And you will.” I replied softly before moving over to Genya who immediately tensed as I approached. “Here you go sweet boy.”

He quickly swiped the water sipping it quickly.

“Here you go sweet boy!” Inosuke mimicked which made Genya glare and the two were trying to go at each other again. However, Zenitsu and Tanjiro kept them at bay.

When the day was over, I took to the river with my spear and did my own practicing. I jumped and thrust my spear in the air, landing and spinning the spear around my neck before moving to swipe it at the air. I held it up, aimed for a tree and yelled firmly as I threw it hard through the air. Water spun around it and it immediately it struck through the tree with ease. I felt my heart flutter suddenly as I turned to see a form that made my heart melt.

“Kyojuro.” I said happily. He has returned, and the man smiled warmly at me.

“Ayo!” he gushed, and I jogged over to him, jumping in his arms immediately. He caught me but tensed and hissed. I immediately stepped back and looked him over as he briefly touched his stomach.

“You’re hurt.” I replied with mild panic, and he shook his head holding me.

“I am alright, my water lily.” he said assuredly before caressing my face and leaning in and kissing me like a hungry starved man. I responded, placing my hands around his neck using my energy to find any wounds. I moaned against him, letting our tongues meet.

“Inhale… 3…2…1.” I panted into his mouth, and we did this together. He released a deep moan as any injuries faded away.

“Thank you, my darling.” he replied. After removing my spear from the tree, we lied on the grass together. I listened to his encounter with the demon and how he destroyed it with his fourth form: blooming flame undulation. I simply stared at his large eyes as he spoke with such passion about his mission.

“And what of your mission my lily, I heard there were some issues with your… body. Are you alright?” he asked. I nodded not wanting to go into further detail about that mission.

“Yes. I am fine. Sanemi killed the demon, and all is well. I have accepted a position as head medic at the Butterfly Manion and deciding to help kill any demons that are needed. I figured since the Hashira life is your purpose, helping the injured slayers and Hashira if needed will be my purpose.” I replied.

“That is excellent news! It makes my heart soar to know you want to help our mission in destroying the demons that plague our world.” he said. He admired my spear holding it up now. “And with such a fine weapon made by our swordsmiths. I know you will succeed down this path.” I smiled placing my hand over his chest and nuzzled into his side.

“As long as you are with me, I cannot fail.” I replied. He hummed gently before embracing me.

“As long as we are together, nothing is impossible!” he said happily. I smiled gently smelling his body now noticing he smelled a little ripe. Come to think of it we both did.

“We are both in need of a bath my blazing phoenix.” I replied and he gave a nervous chuckle.

“Oh yes. I was so excited to see you that once I returned to the Butterfly Mansion, I came looking for you.” he said.

“You’re lucky I could heal you then, because I would have told you to go right back and get looked at.” I said as we both began to stand.

“Do not worry for me lily, no wound would keep me from your embrace or from being reunited with the taste of your lips.” he purred. I felt a gentle blush arise on my cheeks before he took my hand. “Ayo, will you accompany me to my estate in the morning?”

That’s right he wanted me to meet his family. I nodded.

“Of course.” I replied and he smiled happily and pecked my lips.

“HA HA! Great! Then let us bathe, then celebrate both our victorious missions with a delicious meal!” he said happily before pulling me through the trees with excitement.

Normal POV

Muzan sat in his chair, a primal excitement growing in his eyes as he sat in his Infinite Castle. All the while his upper moons rested on their knees before him.

“You wish for us to abandon our search for the blue spider lily?” Akaza replied, and Muzan only smirked as he now looked over his tray of different chemicals and objects.

“Since it is quite obvious none of you can do one simple task for me… it seems luck has found its way on my side by presenting me with a different remedy for the problem I have.” he said with a snarl.

“The Orisha!” Doma said with glee. “I have never come up against one before, but I have read many stories about them. I’m just surprised any demons managed to leave Japan and… migrate elsewhere.”

Muzan looked down at a vile of purple liquid swirling the liquid inside for a moment.

“The earth will become a demon… the painter a duplicator… and the water will birth a new monstrosity to help us destroy all those pathetic demon slayers and the weak Hashira.” he said. But he would first need to test the true strength of these warriors’ powers. “You will bring the one I desire first to me.”

The upper moons nodded before disappearing. However Upper Moon One remained behind in the darkness.

“You had the water spirit in your grasp.” he pointed out. Muzan smirked as he continued to look down at the other liquids. He knew what was being asked.

“I could have tried to trap her in the castle, but she would have vanished before falling.” he said before looking up with a sinister smirk. “But it will not be long before she willingly gives herself to me. I took the mother and now I’ll take the daughter. Ubuyashiki thinks he has a weapon against me, but soon I will paint the world with his blood and the blood of his pathetic slayers.”

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Author's notes

Watch out Ayo, Muzan's coming for that ass!!

[mpxalexander]

He wouldn’t be able to describe the feeling blooming in his chest for a long time. That unfamiliar and obscure feeling that made adrenaline rush through his veins at lightning speed and had him wishing to never move even just an inch away from their conversation. 

The feeling of being caught in an oxymoron; Alexander felt anxious to say or do something that could bring an early end to their night, while feeling more comfortable than he’d ever remembered feeling around someone he knew so little about. 

With an amused smile and a shrug that implied understanding, he nodded at her assumption. Even if it might not be everybody’s main focus, every demigod and demigoddess had a common reason on why they chose to come to the island. Their powers—no matter how different—qualified them to pass the threshold of the bridge and seek a comfortable life around their kind. Minry was correct to assume that it was part of the reason he would travel outside his hometown in the first place. Maybe some day he’d also let her in on more of the story. 

For now, his smile simply turned tender when she talked about her history, not yet aware of the glance she spared to his lips. It would only occur to him after the moment for questioning was over, how she used a past tense to describe her father’s life. Though, Alexander wasn’t sure he would’ve asked for confirmation either way. 

He did, however, notice that he really liked listening to her. It might’ve been something about her voice or her intonation, or maybe it was just because the words were lucky enough to touch her lips on their way to be spoken. Simple sounds that danced along the air to be heard by him and only him. A blessing in his book. 

Despite being oblivious to her action earlier, the demigod unknowingly copied it by daring a brief glance towards her lips. A truly regrettable action considering the image and a simmering desire would occupy his mind at random points in the night. 

Within the blink of an eye, he brought his gaze back up to look at her eyes, which momentarily banished the image but did nothing to calm his thoughts. 

Nowhere near the realm of a tranquil or quiet soul, Alexander only realized that he’d been silent when he felt her soft fingertips brush against his skin. The action, while calming and endearing, drew his focus towards his own hand. Unable to explain the ‘why’ behind it with simply ‘it feels right’, his own fingers intertwined with hers. And for a moment, everything fell silent.

Only when she spoke up again, did he notice the broad grin on his face, but he felt no need to tone it down. “When you ask how many I have, do you mean brothers or tattoos?” There was a teasing touch hidden in his playful voice, emphasized by the raised eyebrow he offered. “Because I have more tattoos than brothers.” Truth be told, he stopped counting after the twenty-second image being immortalized on his skin and never bothered to check again. “When it comes to sisters, though…” he made a clicking sound and his voice carried feigned concern, as if he had to strongly consider the statistics. “…still more tattoos… I think”. His tone gave away the wild and obvious exaggeration, considering that the amount of sisters wouldn’t ever come close to the art pieces on his skin. Eternally loyal to his family, Alexander loved talking about them. Although he had little part in turning them into the people they are, he was incredibly proud of each and every one of the nine. 

“But yeah, one of my brothers is on the island. He’s actually one of the local tattoo artists here, so if you ever want a tattoo…” his voice trailed off and his shrug accompanied the expression of ‘I’m just saying’ on his face. “… I might be able to put in a good word for you.”

Distant images flashed across his mind, too fast to take a closer look at any of them. Yet, her words called for glimpses of fingertips brushing along the inked chaos that dominates his chest, lining the piece that decorated his shoulder, or running along the not yet completely finished project on his back. And although he lost focus for only a brief moment, he caught himself looking at her lips again. With another blink, he looked away and up to the worker, somewhat surprised by her presence. 

A natural charmer at heart, Alexander didn’t even notice that the maid’s gaze lingered on him. His own focus has long shifted back to Minry to continue their conversation. “Well then, I hope I’m worthy of your trust.” The words trailed off, and the last part took him a considerable amount of willpower to voice when her leg shifted to rest over his thigh, concentration and composure nearly broken. He had yet to notice the maid still standing at their table, or the way she had been shooting glances at him earlier. 

His eyes shifted from her thigh up to her face and the way she was solely looking at the worker. Only then did he finally understand what was going on. Following Minry’s gaze, Alexander briefly looked over to the maid before he bit the inside of his lip as hard as he could to keep the grin off his face. Somehow, knowing the reason behind his date’s actions only made the adrenaline rush that much more intense.

And within a second of his discovery, he was fighting to keep his expression neutral. A task he was failing miserably with the appearance of the upside down smile he was struggling to hide.

Letting go of her hand, he laid one of his hands atop her thigh and rested his free arm on the backrest behind her. That way, their actions were clearly visible to anyone. By the time he briefly glanced at the waitress, Alex had already lost the battle against his own smile, and the corners of his lips shamelessly tugged upwards when he directed his full attention back to Minry. With chaotic DNA streaming through his blood by birth, Alexander had no inhibitions to play along. Especially when it came to her. 

Though, when she fixed a strand of his hair and his eyes glanced down towards her lips, he wasn’t so sure anymore how much of it was playing along and how much was him wishing they weren't playing. 

“A Fall Spice Cordial, huh?” his voice sounded unbothered, as if they'd never been interrupted in the first place. “I don’t think I’ve ever tried it…” Gently and almost unconsciously, his thumb brushed along her thigh, unsure whether they were still being watched. Just in case that they were, they had to be convincing, right? “…but I trust your taste, too.”

This time he caught the moment when Minry’s gaze shifted and the smile turned into an amused smirk. His own eyes were fixed on her, momentarily forgetting about everything and everyone around them. “I want to know more about you.” The statement sounded abrupt but assured. It was the truth, and although he would’ve preferred to ease into the topic of their personal lives instead of bulldozing right in, he wasn’t about to back down either. His eyes were fixed on her, warm and gentle, silently inviting her to tell him just as much as she’d want to.

“So? What's something I should absolutely know about you?"

Need a Drink ?

It was thrilling to see the other's enthusiasm regarding having the night linger. It was evident both Minry and Alexander had no intention to part ways for a while and it made Minry feel at ease. The social scene nowadays is quite hectic, people would often be disappointing to meet, either due to their looks, personality or the feeling was just not there. Alexander on the contrary, excelled on all those aspects so far. "Really? Well, I would ask what exactly brought you here but considering we're in Mount Phoenix, I can assume part of the reason…" Minry smiled sheepishly, before taking her eyes to admire the other's lips for just a second. It would happen often, the more they spent time together, an inevitable small glance here and there. "I was born in Seoul. My father was Japanese, but I lived in South Korea for the majority of my life." The mention of her father does not sting. It was a wound that had been closed and buried a long time ago.

Soon they'd be engulfed by the influence of alcohol, leading their minds to cast away any stress or unpleasant thoughts. However Minry had to confess he already that effect on her. "Tequila shot it is then, but first, let's warm up with something more tame."

Delicately, she brushed her fingers on his skin, following the lines drawn on it. Minry kept silent while observing the art closely as tattoos and the skill behind it had been something that fascinated her over the years. "Your brother?" The revelation brought some surprise to her features. After all, Minry did not know the other that well so being informed of these little pieces of information felt refreshing. "How many do you have? Let me guess… so many you have lost count?" She joked, raising a brow as she brought her eyes to match his again. "Is your brother on the island as well?" The question was solely out of curiosity, with no intention to prolong the topic on his sibling if Alexander did not wish to. Family can be complicated after all.

"I surely hope I get to see them. Wherever they may be." She winked, bringing another suggestive yet playful exchange of words to the table. "I do not actually. Although the idea intrigues me." At that point, her eyes wandered around his torso. The prospect of finding more about his tattoo and everything along with it was rather thrilling. Such a state of captivation was halted by the staff's presence. Minry had heard the maid pop the classic question and yet, that young woman in front of them did not spew it for the two of them.

The maid's eyes were quite obviously locked on Alexander, never parting from him. Minry was evidently glancing at the maid, scanning if they'd pay any attention away from the man but to no avail. When Alexander revealed the name of the drink, Minry looked back at him with a smirk. "I have tried it before but it's been a minute. I would love to have it again, I trust your taste." Even if the two of them were talking, the maid was still too interested in Alexander, which struck a nerve. So in a possessive and petty manner, Minry shifted her legs, to now have them rest over his thigh and Minry was nearly sitting on his lap once she stopped. But Minry did not look at Alexander, her eyes solely on the maid. "Hi dear. So as you heard, we're having one Espresso Martini."

This caused the maid to finally acknowledge Minry, even showing very lightly her discontent. But Minry spoke softly, with a wide smile. "And…" Minry returned to look at Alexander, even taking her hand to fix a piece of his hair. "One Fall Spice Cordial, please." Minry spoke the name's drink slowly and softly but loud enough for the request to be noticed. Her eyes finding Alexander's lips once again, turning up the tension between them. She did not care to look at the maid again. Not that Minry had any intention to be rude, but she did not appreciate unprofessionalism, or outsiders meddling in her interests. "Have you ever tried it?"

[kitten4sannie]

𝔏𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔄𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰

Seonghwa x Fem! Reader 

Genre: literally just pure smut ✨

Summary: It's not your fault you're so horny. It's the wine clearly, but stupidly handsome Park Seonghwa just sitting there eye-fucking you from across the dinner table is definitely NOT helping. You might just have to take matters into your own hands.

W.C: 1.6k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, fwb, lowkey mean dom! Seonghwa, sub! reader, reader’s a good girl and she knows it (i am so sorry), teasing, possessiveness, Seonghwa has a filthy mouth, shower sex, oral (giving), brief throatfucking, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it up, people), rough sex, name calling, pet names

Author’s note: This is actually the first fic I’ve ever posted on the internet! Please keep that in mind. I’m very open to feedback, tho pls keep it positive as i am very fragile whwhrhw. I am incredibly whipped for Seonghwa so I hope you enjoy this filth as much as I enjoyed writing it 🖤

Song Rec: i listened to Howlin' by I.M on repeat while writing this loll as well as Desire by Ateez so just sayinggg it might heighten the experience hehe ;)

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You stared across the dining room table, watching your drunk friends laughing and periodically trying to talk over each other. You suddenly became too aware of your tight clothes, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. It was definitely time to dress more comfortably; the night was coming to a close anyways and your social battery was draining dangerously fast. You stood up, wobbling slightly. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Seonghwa’s concerned eyes were suddenly focused solely on yours. Somehow he was more worried about you, despite being just as intoxicated as you.

You blushed instantly from simply hearing the man say your name. The mental hold he had on you was almost too much to bear, especially being in your inebriated state. Your hazy eyes flicked from his eyes to his plush lips, noticing the slight pink tint they had. You remembered the way it felt to have his lips against your neck and him whispering dirty things into your ear, his slender fingers drifting down your hips and…

“Y/N?” he spoke up again, eyebrow raised slightly. He analyzed your face, easily noticing the way you were looking at him. He always knew when you were horny. Seonghwa's tongue poked out of his mouth in order to drag it across his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I-I’m good. I just really want to take a shower, to be honest,” you tried to reply as smoothly as possible, as if you weren't already feeling a low burning sensation between your legs. Seonghwa nodded, before clearing his throat to grab the attention of the others.

“Well, I guess I better escort these fine folks out. The princess wants to take a shower,” he stated in a teasing manner, his intense gaze finding its way back to your own, before escorting your drunk friends to the door and making sure they were able to order their Ubers without passing out beforehand. 

You slowly made your way up the staircase and walked into the bathroom, only noticing how buzzed you were when you stumbled in front of the mirror. Not to mention, how incredibly horny you were. It wasn’t unlike you to be so horny after drinking a fair amount, but this time was different. A flame had been lit deep within yourself — and getting stuffed with cock was the only thing that could snuff it out. Specifically, Seonghwa’s cock. The two of you had hooked up in the past, but it had been quite a while since the last time, and luckily for the both of you, you were feeling particularly bold.

You fixed your hair in the mirror and checked to see how your makeup looked. Still presentable. You looked at your slightly hazy reflection, almost surprised by how well your strapless black top and matching black leather skirt looked hugging your body.

Hearing Seonghwa coming up the stairs, you prepared a surprise for him. Pulling off your bra from underneath your top without a second thought, you opened the bathroom door and walked over to the top of the stairs. You stood above him, catching his attention instantaneously.

His lips twisted into a pleased smirk, as he stopped in his tracks. “I thought you were getting in the shower.” 

You slowly pulled your top off and over your head, dropping it onto the floor. “I was, but I didn’t want to take one by myself,” you pouted, gently running one of your hands down the middle of your chest and in between your breasts.

Seonghwa nearly fell down the stairs trying to piece together what was occurring in front of him. You had never been the one to make a move on him; it was always him being the aggressor, not that either one of you were complaining. “Y-Y/N…you…” he stuttered, his dark eyes solely focused on her exposed upper half.

You giggled in response and casually walked away into the bathroom, knowing he was eagerly following after you.

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Seonghwa’s warm breath tickled your neck, his hands groping your body lazily. “You’re so hot, baby…” he mumbled against the shell of your ear, squeezing your soft globes in his cold hands. His fingers tweaked your nipples gently at first, but then pulled at them roughly, earning a moan from your parted lips. "You wanted me so badly that you resorted to being a little whore on the stairs like that? You want my cock that badly?"

"S-so bad, Hwa...Please give it to me..."

"Mm, I love it when you behave like the dumb little cumslut you really are. Not pretending to be the innocent girl you want everyone to see you as."

You moaned softly at his mean words, incredibly desperate for his touch. Seonghwa stripped himself, as you took care of your lower half, before he somewhat roughly pulled you into the shower with him.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, princess?"

"Of course, Hwa...M' always a good girl for you..."

He caged you against the wall with his toned arms, watching the water drip down along your curves. His usual friendly eyes were replaced by incredibly dilated ones, full of intense lust. "Then show me."

You noticed Seonghwa’s dick becoming quite obviously hard, the tip already pink and swollen. Satisfied with your actions up until this moment, you took it upon yourself to get down on your knees.

He groaned in response. "Good girl..."

You held Seonghwa’s dick in your small hands, appreciating how long and girthy it was. The fact that Seonghwa was such a caring and wholesome man and was still always hiding such a big cock in his sweatpants made your pussy throb.

Taking the tip into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around it and down the side, earning another groan from Seonghwa. After teasing him until the point of pre-cum dripping out of the tip, you took him fully into your mouth. 

"You love this cock. I bet you'd worship it, wouldn't you, princess?"

“Mmmhmm…”

You sucked his cock diligently like the good girl you were, gazing up at him with a loving expression, as if sucking him off gave you immense joy. (Spoiler alert: it did.) However, this kind of attention proved to be too much for Seonghwa to handle.

“F-fuck…I’m cumming…” he suddenly whined, gritting his teeth and gripping the sides of your head with his slender fingers.

"Mmm...!"

"A-ah...that's right...take it, baby..." He throat-fucked you out of desperation, panting harder and harder until hot ropes of cum shot out into your open mouth and onto your face. You choked a bit from the sudden intrusion of his dick in your throat, but you swallowed his cum obediently afterward.

“You taste so good, Hwa…” you purred, gazing lovingly up at him, eyes half-lidded. Seonghwa helped you up from the shower floor and immediately pushed you up against the tile wall, his toned body flush against yours. 

“I bet, baby. Maybe I should only let you drink my cum from now on. Nothing else, not even water," he exhaled into your ear, his lust for you taking over him completely.

He wanted nothing more than to fucking ruin you at this point, desperate to hear the way you sounded and looked like when you were being pounded to hell and back. All fucked out and full of cum for him. Only for him.

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Panting and moaning, Seonghwa held you up against the shower wall, thrusting wildly into your already cum-soaked pussy. He growled into your ear, his fingers tightly gripping your thighs to the point that you knew he would leave bruises.

“S-Seonghwa…! Fuck!” you cried out, on the verge of losing your mind to ecstasy. “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

It was too much for you. All of this pleasure at your disposal. Seonghwa was experiencing something similar, but that didn’t keep him from fucking you like if he had no time left to live. Desperate. Animalistic. His duality was always so intensely hot to you. Seonghwa was usually so calm and sweet; to see him in such an aggressive state and hearing all of the filth spouting from his mouth always turned you into a slutty moaning mess.

"Oh, god...I'm gonna fill your pussy up with so much cum, it'll still be dripping out of your slutty little hole by next week..."

That was it. You couldn't take it anymore. You were about to cum for the third time. Seonghwa was in the same predicament, seemingly turned on by his own words. His grunts slowly turned into almost whiny sounding moans as soon as he felt your walls tighten around his throbbing cock. 

“O-oh, fuck! Y/N, I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed, squeezing your upper thighs firmly in his strong hands.

“Hurry up and cum inside me, Hwa!” you begged, your nails digging into his back.

You were euphoric, feeling waves of immense pleasure ripping through your body. It was too much; a few tears escaped your eyes and slid down your flushed cheeks. Seonghwa slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip out of your swollen pussy.

“Holy fuck…” he exhaled, trying to catch his breath. Beads of sweat dripped down the sides of his temple; his previously slicked back hair now glued to the front of his forehead. Now that he wasn't blinded by unadulterated lust, his attention turned back to your face, wanting to make sure you were alright. "You did so good for me, baby. I hope I didn't go too far..."

You leaned forward against his chest, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You were spent. Like, you weren't even sure if you could walk tomorrow spent. “I loved every second of it, Hwa...Like always..." you whispered, barely conscious at this point. "Can we go to sleep now?"

Seonghwa nuzzled you in response and kissed the top of your head. He couldn't help but smile. You were so adorable. So perfect for him. 

“Of course, princess.”

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[midisdying]

Ok. Hear me out!

ME3 Sleep deprived MShepard shenanigans and very brief Mshenko.

I had this idea for a long time now and I need to let it out. I haven't written anything in a while so you will have to excuse me poor writing skills...

I just wanted some fluff ok?!

AND IF THERE ISN'T NONE I'LL MAKE IT MYSELF!

also Happy late N7 day ppl!

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It wasn't unusual to see Commander Shepard hanging around random areas of the Normandy. Talking to his crew or just doing paper work.

When asked why he wouldn't make use of his personal quarters he'd say it helped him stay focused and awake. The only thing he'd skip over was the amount of time he'd actually stay awake for. Like the time while still working for Cerberus, Shepard had stayed awake for three days in a row (against the very sound medical advice of Dr. Chakwas) before the Normandy's first touchdown on Tuachanka.

Nevertheless, Shepard knew his limit and upon reaching it he would head back to his quarters for a few hours of rest before repeating the cycle.

So to say that finding their CO passed out at one of the mess hall tables was a bit of a surprise to some of the lower rank crew members of the Normandy would be an understatement.

"He's been out for a while now, hasn't he?" Garuss asked, joining the little circle of some of the oldest members of the Normandy crew that had gathered around the table occupied by Shepard's slumped body. Others either actively avoiding or sending curious glances towards the group.

"I guess even that abomination couldn't keep him up at this point. Swear I saw him adding three tablespoons of coffee into that thing last night.” Kaidan said while taking a long, disgusted look at the cup standing not too far from Shepard's face.

"Good thing then that he has all those cybernetics, otherwise his heart might’ve stopped. Again." Joker mentioned sitting at the opposite side of the table.

"Should we do anything? Like wake him up? I can't imagine that this is the most comfortable sleeping position for humans.” Tali spoke up, turning her head towards Liara who just came up behind her.

"I suppose we could, but we could also get some markers, or if we're feeling especially mean-"

"Not if we don't want to get a biotic throw to the face as soon as he wakes up, we don't." Kaidan swiftly interrupted whatever Joker was about to suggest.

"Yeah, you'd know something about that, right? Cause you know, you almost shot him."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" Kaidan looked back at Joker who was mildly amused by the major's irritation.

"Can we backtrack a bit? Why markers? What would we even do with them?" Garrus spoke up before the two could start anything else.

"I assume that Jeff and Major Alenko are talking about a form of a popular hazing prank done by humans in which the sleeping person, in most cases, has their face drawn on or covered with various usually viscous substances. Like toothpaste, soap, whipped cream, or glue.” Explained EDI.

There was a moment of silence where the non-human crew looked at eachother and then at the two awake humans in the room. Liara first broke the quiet atmosphere.

"That seems… incredibly childish."

"Yeah, it does." Garrus agreed then added "SO, where do we keep the markers?"

The asari turned her gaze towards the former C-Sec officer with a disappointed expression. "You can't be serious about this.”

"Come on, Liara, it'll boost morale." Garrus said trying to jokingly convince the asari into joining the mischief.

"Can we draw something nice, though?" asked Tali.

"You can draw whatever you want, Tali" Joker answered slowly standing up from the table.

"You're really going to let them do this, EDI?" Kaiden asked, making his voice a bit louder, even though he knew he didn't really need to.

"I am taking this as an opportunity to expand my knowledge on organic humor."

"Just no dicks, alright?" He said mainly looking at Joker in mild defeat.

For now Joker staggered over to the medbay to ask Dr. Chakwas about the markers, Tali and Garuss disappeared to ask about them in the crew’s quarters, and Liara went back to her room in search of something. Kaiden was left alone in the mess hall with his sleeping boyfriend.

He brought himself to sit in a chair closer to Shepard, looking over his relaxed form. It was a rare sight these days. Understandably, with what felt like the entire galaxy pushing down on the commanders shoulders. He slowly reached out to delicately caress Shapars cheek, to which he unconsciously leaned into the touch. Kaiden slightly startled that he accidentally woke up his lover retreated his hand but even after a minute of stillnes Shepard hasn't shifted. The only noticeable movement was his chest slightly rising and falling with every breath.

The major sat back for a moment taking in the sight before him then stood up taking the cup, containing the now cold, disgusting beverage, to dispose of it. He may love this man, but he definitely doesn't approve of his taste in coffee.

Three hours later Shepard woke up to a glass of water and a ration bar with a note from Kaidan, a blanket he saw laying on Liaras bed during one of their often talks, as well as a surprising amount of doodles on his face in blue, red, and black marker.

[captains-simp]

(Not me accidentally posting this when it was half done)

I knew I could count on you @wndrcarol for a jock!Carol request🥳 also....👀I heard you like Sharon

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

1.9k words

Warnings: harassment, degrading, face slapping, strap on sex, spitting, choking and hints of overstimulation

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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You groaned in frustration when you finished checking the kitchen for your girlfriend. Everytime you went to a party with her the same thing happened.

You'd arrive, take a while to get comfortable and as soon as you did Carol would be whisked away by her friends leaving you to stand awkwardly in the corner. You really needed to get more friends. The ones you had never seemed to come to those parties.

You wandered outside onto the wooden decking area to get some fresh air and leant against the fence as you lazily scanned the area for Carol. You knew she wasn't out there, you had already checked.

Your eyes landed on a brunet who had been watching you carefully but the moment you locked eyes he scurried away back inside, not wanting to be seen near you. You smiled at the memory of the last time you had met at a party.

"There was only 10 seconds of the game left but I kicked the ball as hard as I could and it was on the last second of the game that it scored and we won!" Tyler exclaimed before taking another sip of his bear and gleamed at the memory.

"That's great." You said as you continued to scan the room for Carol.

"It was, you should'a been there." Tyler said as he looked back at you, or more he looked above the line of your low hanging top. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"I was at Carol's game." Tyler didn't react to the mention of your girlfriend. It wasn't like he didn't know you were dating, everyone knew. Carol made sure of that.

"Unlucky, mine was a lot more interesting." He declared with a smug grin. A brief memory of Carol fucking you in the showers after that game flashed through your mind and you couldn't contain your smile at knowing how wrong the guy infront of you was.

Unfortunately, he thought that smile was at him.

"I had a pretty great game before that too. But it's getting kinda loud in here, wanna go somewhere more private?" He smirked in an extremely unattractive way.

"I'm good, I need to go find Carol." You said quickly, wanting to get the hell away from Tyler.

You hadn't seen Carol in a while. It was her idea to go to the party, it was an environment she thrived in. You, however, did not. It wasn't your scene and you didn't know anyone there, not well at least.

At some point through the mass of bodies, loud music and numerous people trying to get Carol to do shots with them or be on their beer pong team, you had been seperated from the Captain and you hadn't seen her since.

"Come on, I'm sure there's some spare rooms upstairs." There was a slight slur to his voice that made it even worse when he approached you and put a heavy hand on your waist.

"Get off me, Tyler!" You snapped and pushed his hand away but he continued with a frown.

"What? Don't you want this-" He was cut off when a fist shot out beside you and punched him across the face. Tyler staggered back, gripping his bleeding nose, as the people around you cheered loudly, oblivious to what had happened prior.

"Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend." Carol demanded as she continued to advance towards a cowarding Tyler who could only hold his hands out in defence. You pulled Carol away with to turn her towards you and Tyler scrambled to his feet to flee.

"Are you okay?" Concerned and familiar eyes met yours that instantly eased your worry. Carol brought her hands gently up to your face as she scanned you closely and you were surprised to see that she looked completely sober.

You nodded your head and breathed out a yes before you took her right hand away from your face to examine it carefully. The dull lighting in the room made it hard to make out but you could feel that there was nothing out of place.

"Come on." Carol said as she took your hand. "Let's get out of here."

Tyler had a bandage across his nose for a while. He had avoided you like the plague ever since, clearly have some sense in him.

"Want some company?" Came a voice from beside you. You glanced sideways and saw Sharon fall easily into place next to you. She mirrored your position of leaning against the barrier and gave you a knowing smile.

"Thanks." You breathed out, feeling kind of embarrassed someone had noticed Carol always seemed to ditch you at parties.

"No luck finding the girlfriend?" Sharon teased.

"Is it that obvious?" You asked but weren't sure you really wanted to know.

"You look like a lost puppy without her." Sharon chuckled making you flush. Maybe you were too clingy.

"She's the golden retriever lesbian." You corrected making Sharon laugh more.

"That seems about right." She went to move closer to you but a group of jocks spilled out onto the decking, without Carol among them.

"Fuck this." She huffed and took your hand to lead you over to the garden swing bench. Your hand felt like it was burning when she held it to pull you along. Although her hands were physically soft, they weren't the kind of softness you felt with Carol. It didn't make you feel warm inside, it made you feel uneasy. But it was a party, you had to hold onto people to move about.

Part of your brain pointed out that there was only a few people in the garden so there was really no need for Sharon to navigate you through it, while the rest of you really did just want some company.

Sharon sat down on the bench and you followed, feeling as though you could relax a bit more on the edge of the garden.

"You know, I think Carol's a very lucky gal to have you." Sharon said as she watched you closely. You laughed nervously as you noticed how close she was. You found yourself searching the garden for Carol again but Sharon lighting held your jaw and turned it back towards her.

"Pretty thing like you must surely be a lot of fun to play with." She smirked as her other hand crept onto your thigh.

"Um I d-don't-"

"Shh, you don't need to talk." Sharon cooed as she tilted your chin up more when you struggled to keep eye contact. The blonde glanced at your lips and licked her own before leaning forward slowly.

Until a strong hand wrapped itself around your bicep and yanked you from the bench.

You stumbled into a fuming blonde who was glaring at Sharon. You blushed deeply as you realised how it looked at what Sharon was most likely trying to do.

"You keep your fucking hands off of my girlfriend, Carter." Carol spat as her fists clenched.

"You really shouldn't leave her unattended?" Sharon said, amused by Carol's anger. "Who knows what could have happened." She winked at you and looked away instantly.

Carol scoffed simply as she continued to glare daggers at the woman infront of you.

"In your fucking dreams, she's mine." She all but growled as she pulled you away. You yelped as you felt her nails dig into your skin but didn't have the nerve to ask her to loosen her grip.

Carol pulled you through the crowded house and up to an empty bedroom that she shoved you inside.

"Did you enjoy that? Whoring yourself out to Sharon?" Carol asked as she threw you to the bed and started undoing her belt.

"No I-" You started as you went to sit up but Carol put a firm hand to your chest and pushed you back flat against the bed.

"Shut up, slut. I don't want to hear another sound out of you unless you're saying my name." She warned as she pulled her strap out and pulled your panties down.

You looked at her wide eyed, never seeing her so worked up before sex. Sure, you'd have a lot of needy, desperate sex and the occasional quickly, but she never showed so little regard to you before.

"What? Think I'm going to be nice to you and take my time? Want me to touch you gently? Whores don't deserve to be treated nicely. You don't get to prep my cock either." Carol taunted as she pushed the tip of the head in and kept it there as she stared down at you. "You'll have to just take it how it is, not that you'll have much of an issue. You've always got such a sloppy cunt."

"Please, Captain." You found yourself whining earning you a harsh slap to your left cheek. Your head whipped to the side and your cheek burned but Carol didn't seem to care.

"Who are you begging to fuck you?" Carol asked as she rocked her hips slowly as a reminder that you only had the very tip inside you.

"You Carol, I want my Captain's cock!" You cried out desperately.

"Only mine?" The blonde mused as she inched a bit more of the strap in.

"Yes Carol, only your cock. I only want you." You whined truthfully. Carol knew that of course, she knew you were incredibly loyal. That's what made the game so fun.

"Please! Please Carol I need you so bad. I want my Captain deep inside me, please please." You begged and felt as though you could cry in frustration.

"You really know how to plead like a whore, don't you. Did you learn that somewhere? Or are you just a natural cock slut?" She asked as she slammed her hips forward and filed you up with the strap at every angle.

You moaned loudly and threw your head back against the pillows as Carol set about her harsh and unrelenting pace. The thick strap filled you up entirely with every thrust. It didn't take long for your eyed to water from the sheer amount of pleasure she was giving to you so roughly.

Carol grunted as she pounded the strap into you and her grip on your wrists tightened, letting you know she wouldn't let go anytime soon.

"See? You've got such a sloppy pussy. And it's all mine." Carol spoke as she glanced down to look at your pussy taking her strap so well.

"You're gonna cum for me now. You're going to cum all over my cock." Carol demanded as she noticed your signs of approaching orgasm.

You cried out at the force of each of Carol's thrusts until it became too much to bear and you crashed over the edge without much to hold on to. As you did so, Carol brought her hand up and wrapped it tightly around your throat before giving it a quick squeeze.

"You belong to me, slut." Carol said as she continued thrusting mercilessly. She noted your blissed expression and open mouth and gripped your jaw tightly, much rougher than Sharon had. She pulled your face down with your mouth still open and spat. You moaned as you tasted her saliva on your tongue and around your lips. You swallowed it eagerly making Carol beam internally, not that she could let you know that.

"Cum again for me whore. I get to do what I want with you. So you're going to keep cuming until I get bored. I don't give a fuck if you get tired." She spoke next to your ear, poison dripping from her words.

"So fucking cum."

[storiesofsvu]

Escape Ch 13

Warnings: Language

When you’d knocked on Hailey’s door, she’d obviously immediately let you, figuring you were there to just hangout. It was only after a few hours of mindless television accompanied by the greasiest room service you could find that she spoke.

“Did you sleep with her?”

“What?” Your head rolled to face her, “No!”

“Mkay.” She shrugged, “I just figured if you were sleeping here that you guys were fighting, or that he was mad at you.”

“No..” You gave a weary sigh, “Pete just..gave me an ultimatum.”

“And?” 

“He’s worried about going back home and me not being able to get over her. He doesn’t think he can deal with it.”

“Please. He would put up with a world war if it meant being with you.” She rolled her eyes, “Your marriage is sickly cute.” 

“Yeah well, I don’t wanna put him through that…” Hailey gave a brief sigh, jumping off the bed, headed to the mini fridge.

“Fuck this. City’s paying for it anyways.” She tugged a handful of the tiny bottles from the mini bar out of the fridge, tossing you a few as she climbed back on the bed, “Let’s just, drink it away for tonight?” You laughed, dumping one into the can of sprite you had.

“What would you do?”

“If I was you?” You nodded, “To be honest, I’d definitely fuck her.”

��Hailey!”

“I mean it! Bring back some memories, give it a little last time if that’s where you want to go. Then…compare and examine…”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, don’t get me wrong, I love your relationship with Peter, but….this whole little gay sidebar thing, I am here for it.” 

“I promised Pete I wouldn’t do anything else with her this trip.”

“Anything else?”

“We…we kissed earlier…” You took a hefty swig of your drink, not quite ready to deal with the situation at hand.

“He mad about that?”

“Wasn’t exactly happy…” You gave a frustrated groan, “I just need to not think about it for the rest of the night. I’ll deal with it tomorrow, try and figure things out.”

“Okay.” She replied, tossing a bottle of gin over to your bed, “Let’s get drunk and forget the bullshit then.”

“Thank you.” You gave her a brief smile, you were so incredibly thankful that your partner was one of your best friends, she understood you in a way the rest of the squad didn’t. She had your back no matter what, and was always blunt and to the point with you where others would usually beat around the bush. You ended up spending a couple of nights in her hotel room while your brain attempted to figure out the situation. Though you were still loving and affectionate towards Peter, you still shared little moments, you just knew if you buried yourself in his arms at night, you’d be a sucker for him, and you needed some amount of clarity right now. Casey and you had a few more talks, trying to work through your emotions, an attempt for her to fully get to know the real you throughout the process of working the trial. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

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The trial ended up wrapping before you’d thought, enough deals were made, and there were enough witness testimonies to bury every perp possible. Hailey was down at the tombs with the two perps you needed to extradite back to Chicago while you finished up watching the trial. You’d been quick to promise a couple of victims that you’d be there for them no matter what, not surprised at their emotions over the guilty verdicts. You spent a few minutes talking to them as you left the courtroom, bidding them farewell, happy that they found the justice they needed. Halfway down the stairs you fell into pace with Casey, a smile on your face as you greeted her,

“You really crushed it in there y’know.”

“Thanks.” She smiled back, “You’re probably the best detective I’ve ever had take the stand.”

“Been under enough I’d hope I’d be good at it by now.” You half laughed, feet meeting the sidewalk at the bottom of the stairs. There was a brief pause as you turned towards each other, you could both feel the tears fighting their way into your eyes. You couldn’t resist the urge to wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into a deep hug, sighing at the relief of her body against yours, “Thank you…for being so patient…for everything. Know that I love you Casey.”

“But you love him more.” She pulled away slightly, hand briefly caressing your cheek, “Y/N, you made the right choice. He loves you so unconditionally I can barely believe it. I could never love you like that. I don’t know if I could actually ever fully forgive you for everything that happened, if I could ever fully trust you again, but he understands, so please, love him with all of your heart. Forget about me.”

“I don’t know if I could ever forget you…but…I hope to finally get over you? Friends?” She gave you a soft smile, begging the tears in her eyes to not fall.

“Friends.” She pulled you into a gentle hug.

“If…if you’re ever in Chicago?” You tugged a business card from your pocket, handing it to her. Casey appreciated the sentiment, knowing that you were leaving the control in her hands. You didn’t have her phone number anymore, you were meant to be with your husband, and you wanted to make that continue to work, but you didn’t want her to completely vanish out of her life.

“I’ll know where to find you.” She gave your hand a soft squeeze, her head nodding further down the street, “He’s waiting, you should go.”

“Thank you…for everything…” You felt her fingertips slide down to your wrist, squeezing against the sun tattoo, the look in her eye all you needed to know it was time to go. You gave a shaky sigh as you turned, thankfully able to keep the tears inside as you moved over to Peter, interlocking your fingers with his. He softly kissed the side of your head, giving Casey a gentle nod as you each turned on your separate ways.

Everyone’s path in life seemed to have one that was absolutely made for them, and once you started to throw in made up storylines, fake people, things always seemed to throw off the balance of the universe. They brought people into your life who you never would have crossed paths with otherwise, sometimes it was absolutely devastating and painful, sometimes it brightened your life like no tomorrow. Casey had been your little escape in the dark world of being undercover, something familiar that you were used to. You had been her escape from the legal world, her little ray of sunshine amongst the dreariness. You’d been each other’s way to escape the bleak lives that you lived every day.

 It took a while, but you and Casey slowly got over each other, you deleted the messages, any photos that you deemed romantic, she got rid of everything you left in her apartment. She slowly started to branch out, eventually seeing someone, meanwhile you were more than happy with Peter, his whole reaction to everything you’d gone through was simply incredible. You thanked him for being so understanding, for being so incredible, and he was quick to remind you just how much he loved you, how scared he was to let you go. A few months into your life back in Chicago you admitted you could never imagine a life without him, as much as you had loved Casey, he was always your number one. Thankfully, she was more than happy in her own little bubble in New York, her life moving on in a way she barely remembered your time together, until of course, her eyes fell to the sun tattoo she’d gotten on her wrist.

[soulmate-game]

part 2 (of that new bio!dad fic)

Dick whipped his head over to Bruce, who could feel the heavy gazes of all his children as if they were physical. If they had had heat vision like Clark, he would have already been reduced to a puddle of mush. Bruce shifted, the only sign of his discomfort, but he recognized that the middle of a gala was no place for this discussion. There were too many busybodies trying to listen in for the latest gossip. So he plastered on a smile that he couldn’t quite feel, and held a hand out to Marinette. He was careful to keep a good distance though, and left the choice for contant purely up to her.

The young woman looked down at his hand, then back to his face. Damian had been shocked silent by what she had to say, and perhaps even more by the all too telling way that Bruce hadn’t so much as implied that she was lying, and the look he was giving her was making her a little uncomfortable. Yes, she hadn’t planned on interacting with her father more than just the years-overdue confrontation she had just done, at least not while at the gala… but her plans always left room for improvisation. She could make this work.

With a soft sigh, Marinette extended her own hand— half the size of Bruce’s, he noted almost immediately with a rush of illogical fondness— and grasped his lightly. She couldn’t help but notice the way his impossibly blue eyes brightened, no different than her own when she was particularly happy, or the way his mouth twitched with a barely suppressed beam. Instead, he controlled himself enough so that the only smile he gave would look professional and entirely in character to the nosy socialites still spying on them, and led them out onto the dance floor.

What everyone else saw was the unfairly charming Bruce Wayne giving his young guest of honor a simple dance. Just a basic swirl around the floor that every other social elite had learned when they were five. Clearly he was taking it easy on the self-made girl, who probably didn’t have experience with such dances. Humoring the accomplished young woman with his approval for a moment before he would slink back to his family or patrol the crowds and make the necessary greetings and meaningless chatter.

What his family saw was Bruce taking time to slow his steps, not for Marinette to keep up but rather to prolong the event. What they saw was the grace in Marinette’s steps as she never once faltered, and that Bruce was careful to take his cues from her instead of the other way around. He only led the dance in technicality, Marinette had all the real control.

What they saw was a father’s first dance with his daughter.

“Eighteen,” Dick whispered, eyebrows drawn low. “She said she’s almost eighteen.”

“Well, that lines up doesn’t it?” Jason asked gruffly, his own gaze never leaving the dancing duo. “We were planning on doubling up your big thirtieth birthday party as your eighteenth adoption anniversary,” he reminded his brother, who just made a slightly distressed noise in the back of his throat. Whether it was at the reinforcement of his adoption coming only months after Marinette being put up for adoption, or the fact that he was turning thirty, nobody could really tell.

“Hurt,” Cassandra spoke up from behind them, looking incredibly concerned as she watched the dance. “Uncertain.”

Stephany rolled her eyes, fidgeting from her quickly building energy. Anger was making her restless. “Of course she’s hurt. Bruce replaced her, with a boy he knew virtually nothing about, not even that long after she was born. How do you think that made her feel, when she found out?” Stephany let out a little growl, grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing server and downing it in one gulp. She ignored Dick protesting that she wasn’t of age yet, which made her wrinkle her nose. “Only one more year, Dickhead. Get over it, I need the buzz.”

“Well,” Barbara sighed and maneuvered her wheelchair around the group so that everyone could see her. “Nothing we can do right now but be supportive and watch Bruce like a hawk so he doesn’t make this worse,” she stated easily, not looking even the least bit ruffled by the news despite the disturbed glitter in her eyes.

“... Guys,” Tim spoke up, not looking at any of them. “Who wants to volunteer for Damian duty?” At first glance, it might seem like Tim was thinking about his own first disastrous meeting with the younger boy. Once everyone paid attention though, they could see that the truth was that Damian had snuck away and Tim was pointedly looking at a slightly hidden-away staircase to the second floor.

“Shit,” Dick muttered, but before he could say another word Jason shoved him back and started towards the stairs.

“No, not this time Dicky. I’ll talk to the brat.”

Back on the dancefloor, Bruce and Marinette broke away without any fanfare at the end of the song. If Bruce tried to hold her eyes for a moment too long, nobody noticed besides his observant children, and two of Marinette’s protective friends.

Then, just to make sure that nobody caught on with the help of hindsight, Bruce said something vaguely polite and praising, which Marinette accepted with flawless, distant poise. And they went back to their own groups, Bruce quickly noting that two of his sons were missing. He raised an eyebrow, about to ask why when a presence behind him caught his attention. Unlike Marinette and Chloe, this newcomer was not at all trying to hide their approach or be sneaky about it, even though Bruce couldn’t hear any footsteps that were close enough to belong to the mysterious entity. Closing his mouth, Bruce turned around only to be greeted by yet another vaguely familiar face. Bright green eyes bore into his, unreadable.

“Mister Wayne,” the newcomer greeted, voice warm but stiff. If the Waynes hadn’t all had years of recognizing when a person was only pretending to be cordial, they never would have suspected that the boy was anything but pure-heartedly happy to be there. But they did have that experience, and thus they instantly honed in on the very well-hidden fact that he had a bone to pick with them. Or, more probably, with Bruce.

He cut an impressive figure, for all that he was lithe muscle instead of bulk. Hair that was lighter than Chloe’s, less like cloth-of-gold and more like sunlight glinting off of wheatfields. It somehow hung in gravity-defying tufts, yet perfectly arranged to evoke a calming aesthetic. Like the fluff of a long-haired cat, almost, and it looked just as fluffy and hypnotizing. It contrasted with his emerald eyes, impossibly vibrant in their gleam. And the suit he wore was decidedly top-notch, much like the other two they had met from his class. He was daring, in a dark silver suit that slightly shifted in the light, green accents that matched his eyes standing out strikingly against the collars and trim, and coiling in tantalizing swirls at the cuffs. The lining of the suit jacket was done in a dark green that could almost pass for black in the right lighting, adding a layer of both drama and mystery as it peeked out at the back of his collar, the insides of his sleeves if he moved just the right way, at the bottom hem of the jacket when he turned or bent just so. And with his notoriety in the modeling world? He always knew exactly how to move or place himself to get the reactions he wanted. And he was clearly showing off the craftsmanship of his suit just then as he faked adjusting his cufflinks and lifted his head just the right amount to both look challenging and let the dark green on the back of his collar flash in the light in such a way that Bruce and those nearest him wouldn’t be able to miss the brief reveal of color.

“Adrien Agreste,” Bruce greeted back, eyebrows pulling down in slight confusion. Normally the topic of clothing was far from his genuine interest, but in this particular case it was an intriguing, and possibly even concerning, observation. So he said next; “That suit is not of your father’s usual style of design.”

Adrien scoffed, straightening out his suit’s jacket and making the obsidian buttons glint. “Of course not. I’ve started my rebellious phase— or, well, I finally started being blatant enough about it that my father noticed anyway,” the way his lips curled was decidedly not very attractive, but painted a vivid picture of a son who despised the way he was treated. Adrien quickly wiped the distasteful expression away and replaced it with a camera-ready smile. “I’m wearing one of Marinette’s designs, much to his chagrin. She insisted on making this for me as soon as she heard that my father was planning on sending me in a white suit.”

Bruce quickly caught on, and sighed. How long would the gala go on for, again? He didn’t remember what time it was anymore. “Your friend Chloe already got a pretty clear warning in. I suppose you know as well?”

Adrien’s grin darkened with mischief, and he nodded all too happily. “Of course! Marinette told me almost as soon as she found out, a few years ago. You see, we had to put down a very solid rule about secrets between the two of us. She has a bad habit of trying to shoulder the entire world’s problems and not tell anyone about it, if you don’t pay close enough attention,” his voice was deceptively light but his eyes were hard, warning. “And let’s just say, I have a lot of experience with bad father figures. I can recognize them a mile away by now. The signs of neglect, of apathy,” his eyes suddenly lightened when he saw how Bruce’s throat visibly caught, how the man didn’t seem to realize he had stopped breathing. Maybe he was being a little to mean, Adrien thought. So he let the dark slip out of his eyes, and his smile turned more genuine. “You don’t have those signs. You looked at Marinette like you were both the happiest and most miserable man in the world at the same time. But you can’t change what you did to her, Mister Wayne. If you want some advice from Marinette’s oldest friend?” Adrien held out a closed fist.

Bruce took a second to realize what was happening, too busy trying to recover from his situational whiplash and wave of relief. Once he caught back up to the present, however, he held out his open palm and let Adrien drop something into his hand.

To his shock, it was a pen, engraved with the name he recognized as Marinette’s biological mother. He also recognized it as a popular model of pen-knife. He raised his eyes to Adrien, who winked.

“Marinette doesn’t know I had this made. And she has a lot of tricks that might surprise you, but what she wants more than anything is stability. If you try to give her that, show that you care and you want her safe— and then prove that you’re gonna stay— then maybe you can repair the damage you’ve done. It won’t be easy though, Mari is the single most stubborn person I’ve ever met. And I grew up with Chloe.”

Bruce closed his hand around the pen, swallowing a lump in his throat. He couldn’t quite figure out why, but Adrien’s faith in him and his help… somehow felt significant. He nodded to the young model.

“Not to worry, I have experience with stubborn,” he glanced back at his other kids with a small smirk. None of them were the least bit repentant. “And I do want to stay. Thank you for the advice.”

Adrien shrugged. “Don’t thank me. If you hurt her again, you’ll never see my revenge coming. It can be rather… catastrophic,” with that ominous threat, Adrien bowed dramatically and turned to leave and do some rounds charming the elites. Bruce tucked the pen in one of his hidden pockets, but stayed silent after that. He had a lot to mull over.

—*—*—*—*—*

Damian leaned on the railing of the balcony, looking out over the gardens behind the gala’s venue. He was glaring at nothing, and his hands trembled from where they gripped the rail. It was five minutes, a little longer than he had expected but not that odd considering everyone’s distraction over Marinette, before he heard the glass doors behind him creak open.

“Yo,” Jason greeted, knowing it was better not to catch the boy off guard. None of them were good with surprises anymore, for good reason. It was always best to announce their presence before they made someone react violently on accident. Damian’s shoulders relaxed a little— not a lot, but enough for Jason to notice. The older man sighed, walking up and leaning on the rail next to his little brother. “What’s on your mind, kid?”

“That could have been me,” he almost instantly blurted. It was still hard talking about his feelings, but certain things were easier with Todd. This was, apparently, one of them. “If Mother hadn’t kept me a secret.”

“I don’t think so,” Jason disagreed, shrugging. “There are several big differences here. For one, Marinette was born three years before you were. By the time you were born, he already had Dick and he would have only been a year, max, away from taking me in. Which means he already had built up his problem with taking in kids, and nothing would have gotten him to give up a chance at raising you. With or without Batman getting in the way.”

“But then why—” Damian growled. “Why did he give her up?”

“Because he’s an idiot,” Jason remarked bluntly. “You know how he is. He didn’t have a kid at the time. Hell, Bruce would have only been twenty-two back then. He only adopted Dick on impulse because Dick reminded him of himself, but before all of that shit? He probably made a million excuses about not being able to raise a baby and be Batman at the same time. About his life being too dangerous for a kid. Which, yes it is, but that clearly didn’t stop him later.”

“She’s older,” Damian muttered, this time softer.

“Yup.”

“Her mother wasn’t an assassin, probably. She designs. I hate to admit it, and you are never to repeat it to anybody, but her work that we’ve seen so far is impressive. She can clearly charm even the most stuck-up of gotham’s upper crust.”

“Yeah,” Jason agreed neutrally, his eyes never leaving Damian.

“Father won’t need me. He already doesn’t have much patience—” Damian was cut off by a flick to the nose. “Hey!”

“Not my fault you’re being stupid,” Jason defended himself. “Look, B’s actually been real patient with you these past few years. I mean, when was the last time he yelled at you? Or told you that stupid ‘justice not vengeance’ line?”

Damian opened his mouth, then closed it. After another moment, he replied; “Almost two years.”

Jason nodded. “It might take him way too long, but he can still learn new tricks. Especially after that mess with Heretic, he’s been trying really hard to be better to you. He still screws up, because I think we all know by now that he’s a bigger mess than any of the rest of us and that’s an accomplishment, but he’s trying. He doesn’t keep you around because he needs you. He’s got plenty of us around if all he wanted was soldiers— though none of us would stick around if we thought that’s all he wanted.”

Damian flexed his jaw. He was still the most violent of the kids, besides Jason. He saw Bruce rubbing his forehead or pinching his nose far too often at some of his decisions or comments. He was stubborn, impatient, reckless.

But hadn’t Bruce himself told him on several occasions that he wasn’t trying to make him a perfect soldier? Hadn’t Bruce himself said that he just wanted Damian to grow into himself?

It was just really hard to swat away those stupid voices in Damian’s head. Voices of the past, mostly, old dialogue he had never actually forgotten. That he merely pretended had never affected him. The “you’re too violent”s, the “that’s not how we behave, Damian”s. All the old lectures, the old fights. They echoed like stupid little gremlins of doubt.

“...Marinette has his eyes.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over something like that,” Jason’s voice was soft, but gruff at the same time as he cuffed Damian over the head. “You didn’t choose to be born, idiot. And despite being a little demon, none of us would reverse it, You’ve saved all our skins at least once. And besides,” he nudged Damian a little with a grin. “You’re not half bad, nowadays.”

Damian chuckled. “That makes one of us.”

“Hey!”

@peterxwade24 @mizzy-pop @maskedpainter @ladybug-182 @khneltea @itsmeevie01 @fusser90 @woe-is-me0 @lolieg @moonlightstar64 @jayjayspixiepop

[fortheloveofwonderland]

ooh hello can i request 👅☎️⛴ for your build a blurb?

Thank you! This is completely PWP! Minors DNI

Fic title taken from Blondie song.

👅Smut

☎️ phone sex

⛴ Sub! Spencer

Summary - the hardest part about your fledgling relationship with Spencer Reid was how much you missed him when he was away on cases. Maybe there was a way to alleviate that?

CW - sub! Spencer, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, use of “good boy”, swearing.

WC - 1.2k

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Hanging on the Telephone

Not my gif

Having a boyfriend who was almost constantly away for work sometimes took its toll on you. 

Spencer had been honest with you very early on about the amount of time he actually spent in DC and it was fleeting at best. 

But you didn’t mind, at least you thought you didn’t. It was hard but you were crazy about him and were determined to make it work. 

The hardest part about him being away all the time was undoubtedly the lack of physical touch. You were still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship and when he was home the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

But it was when he wasn’t here that you craved his touch so much it drove you to the point of insanity. 

You had many dreams of his long, nimble fingers grazing across your skin, down your body towards the place you so desperately needed them. 

It wasn’t rare for you to wake up panting, your underwear soaked through dreams of him. 

Truth be told Spencer had the same problem. 

The amount of times he woke up in the middle of the night straining hard at his boxers was getting absurd. The team must notice how exhausted he was all the time when they were away due to his new found middle of the night masturbation habit. 

God he missed you when he was away. 

Before he’d met you, Spencer’s experiences in and around womens bedrooms was very limited. He wasn’t a virgin but there had only ever been one woman before you and that had been a brief fling. 

It was new territory for Spencer to be getting laid regularly. And now he’d had a taste of that, going a few days or a week without your touch was painful and incredibly distracting. 

That evening after he arrived back at his motel room for the night he called you like he did most nights. The two of you talked for a while but it had been closing in on a week since he’d last seen you and just the sound of your voice was enough to make him hard. 

You must have sensed the change in tone in his voice as you suddenly asked, “are you ok, Spence?”

His cheeks burnt red in embarrassment as he pressed his palm to his hard member through his boxers.

“Uh huh.” He tried not to say too much, worried you might hear it in his voice. 

“Spencer?” You goaded. “What’s wrong?” 

He rolled his lip between his teeth a few times as though that might somehow help. 

“I uh…I just miss you.” 

You’d heard his breathy, lust filled voice enough times to know that was what you were hearing now, despite his attempts to disguise it. 

“Oh yeah?” You squeezed your thighs together as the mere thought of Spencer being turned on, turned you on. 

“Hmm.” He whimpered a little, pressing harder against his cock as though it might help matters. 

You rolled onto your back in bed and ran your fingers up and down your thigh, wishing it was Spencer’s touch.

“Are you…are you hard for me baby?” 

He whined loudly at your words, telling you all you needed to know. 

“Why don’t you do something about it then?” You spoke again.

“I…I…now?” He swallowed feeling oddly nervous. 

“Yes now.” You chuckled. “I want you to reach into your underwear and pull out your cock for me. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Spencer had always been powerless to say no to you, not that he wanted to right now. 

He did as he was told and freed himself from his pants, moaning at the freedom it gave him. 

“I-I…now what?”

You chuckled down the phone and it sent a shock through his entire body. 

“What do you think? Touch yourself baby, make yourself feel good.” 

“W-what about you?” He swallowed again, wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft. 

“Don’t worry, I’m right behind you.” You let your free hand quickly slide inside your pajama shorts and between your legs. “Fuck baby, I’m so wet.” 

“Fuck.” A string of wanton moans left Spencer’s lips and made their way to your ears. 

He started moving his hand up and down his shaft whilst your fingers settled on your clit. 

You could hear his soft pants of pleasure and you knew he was working himself the way you told him too. You moaned down the phone as you circled your sensitive spot. 

“How does it feel, baby?” You mumbled, eyes closing. 

“G-good. Really good. I wish it was your hand though. Or maybe something else.” He confessed. 

“Hmmm I know what you mean.” Your toes curled. “I wish your pretty little mouth was between my legs right now, Spence.”

“Fuck!” He yelped at your words, squeezing the base of his dick. “You say things like that I won’t last long.” 

“Pump yourself harder.” You commanded and he did as he was told. 

His head was already slicked with precome.

“Are you doing it?”

“Y-yes.” He whined pathetically.

“Good boy.” You praised him, speeding up your circles on your clit. 

You put the phone on speaker and laid it next to you so you could use your free hand to tweak one of your nipples. 

Your hips bucked, back arching off the bed. 

“If you were here Spencer…god the things I want to do.” 

“T-tell me.” He begged, giving his shaft another firm squeeze. 

“Wanna ride you, baby. You love it when I ride you don’t you? When I sit my pussy on your hard cock?” You tweaked your nipple hard, running your fingers through your folds to collect your wetness before settling back on your clit. 

“Goddamn.” Spencer melwed, hips jutting up as though you were on top of him right now. “Fuck I wish you were riding me. I wish I could watch fucking me right now.” 

“Are you close?” You panted, feeling your own orgasm sneaking up on you. 

“Painfully so.” He admitted. 

“Come for me, Spence. And don’t hold back. I want to hear all your noises.”

Spencer moaned and pumped himself a few more times, picturing you on top of him, fucking him into the mattress. 

“Fuck.” He whined. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m coming Y/N!” 

“Good boy, come for me.”

You stayed as quiet as possible and your ears lapped up his delicious moans as he came, mumbling your name and various expletives. 

His staggered breathing and his moans were enough for you to come crumbling down and you came too, body shuddering in the bed. 

You kept your hand between your legs until you were completely spent, listening to the sound of Spencer’s breathing. 

“Goddamn.” You mumbled once you found your voice again. 

“Why have we not done that before?” Spencer panted. 

“I don’t know. But we’ll certainly be doing it again.” 

“I should uh…clean myself up.” Spencer felt his cheeks burning again. 

“Ok, Spence. Sleep well.”

“I most certainly will.” He smiled sleepily to himself. “Goodnight, beautiful.” 

“Goodnight, baby.” 

Spencer hung up the phone with a stupid smile across his face, eyes fluttering closed almost instantly. 

He didn’t quite make it to clean himself up before he fell asleep. And when he woke the next morning still sticky from the previous night's activities, it was well worth it.