#ignore me i just wanted to yell somewhere about this lmao

[alchemiclee]

I used to always hide what I like and dislike. never share my opinions. try to align myself with other people to make them happy. try to like what they like or pretend to. but I decided to stop doing that at some point because it was exhausting. it did work for a while. it made people happy and like me more for s short time. but never lasted. especially since I can't keel.up the charade forever. so was kind of pointless in the end....

but then sometimes i remember why I did it. so many times that I don't do it it leads to bad interactions that really affect me negatively. sometimes when I state my opinion or likes/dislikes and it contrasts with someone else, it makes them lash out at me????? they act like i'm trying to personally attack them??? even if i'm not saying it directly to them or it has nothing to do with them?? they get so offended or upset and start lecturing me or getting really angry in my replies or dms. and i'm internally like. can you shut up and leave me alone lmao. but of course I hate conflict and stuff so I go back into "pleasing" mode and try to "explain" and find an explanation that calms them the fuck down because I don't want to deal with their offended asses. they cant accept that I have my own options and preferences and it isnt meant to offend them. and sometimes they'll even try to twist my words to mean something bad in general so they can justify their offense and it makes no sense to me. ugh. leave me alone 😭

[fidogo]

john price x reader, but accidentally running into the 141 after only going on a few dates with Price wc: 0.9K warnings: mentions of sex, age gap, daddy kink, dacryphilia, use of sweetheart + angel a/n: I make such a stupid joke in this about Ghost and Soap LMAO forgive me part 2

The pub was warm, a sweet haven from the chill outside. It was already decked out with cheap garlands and holiday lights, all hung with care. Your friends tear off to the bar to order a few drinks, leaving you to find a booth. 

You slink through the chairs and the tables, making a beeline to the one available booth. You’re about to get nice and cozy when you stop in your tracks. 

He’s here.

You didn’t know John terribly well. The two of you had only gone on a few very successful dates, but you were not close enough to know who he was sitting with.

What you did know was this:

1. John was older than you.

2. He was an absolute gentleman whenever he took you out.

3. He really liked when you called him daddy and liked fucking you until you were in tears (and after...especially after). 

Back to the three men at the table with him. Given their demeanor, it was safe to assume they were also military. One of them was maybe Gaz/Kyle...bu that was it.

Your feet move automatically. (Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder if you should stop walking and go back to the booth you found. Maybe it’s too early to meet his friends.)

The men’s boisterous voices quiet as you approach, and the one with a mohawk elbows one who's masked. You ignore them, focusing on John, whose face softens a smidge (and his eyes light up).

“Hi, John.” You’re a little more nervous than you thought you would be. (He had you creaming on his cock and whining like you were in heat the other night. This should be nothing!)

“Hi, Sweetheart,” he answers, standing to kiss your cheek. “What’re you doing here?” His eyes are warm and earnest, immediately putting your anxieties to rest.

“Just getting a drink with my friends before the new year. Things are about to pick up, so we’re trying to just get a drink one last time.” John looks at you so fondly, it warms your heart. Fuck the alcohol, fuck the fire or radiator or whatever’s in here, all you need is John Price to look at you like this to make you warm and toasty. 

“Would you all want to sit with us?” He asks, knocking on the table. You glance at the table full table, trying not to laugh at his friend's expressions (shock and disbelief coupled with some respect for Price). 

Remembering his manners, John introduces you to his men and places one large, strong, hand on the small of your back.  You lean into him slightly, trying to not seem too pleased to be here with him. 

“This is Gaz, Soap, and Ghost,” John introduces. You freeze, confused for a second. You thought..... Oh. Oh.

“Oh.” You say aloud. Stupidly. John quirks a brow at you, prompting you to ramble on.

“I’m sorry. To be candid, I thought Soap and Ghost were your dogs..." you say trailing off at the end.

To be fair, he had only ever been to your place. You stare at Soap and Ghost. Based on the small amount of information you knew, you had just assumed...

John lets out a deep laugh and pulls you closer into his side. 

“What?” Soap yells. He’s no longer checking you out appreciatively and just looks at you in disbelief. “How could you think that, lassie?” 

“Well, John seems like a man who lives alone with two big dogs that have manly names.” You explain, sinking more into John’s side, trying to embed yourself into this warmth.

His thumb lightly strokes your back, sending shivers up your spine. He's so big and strong and... Your brain turns to mush for a second.

“Well, what about Gaz?” Soap gestures to said man, trying desperately to make any ground in this. Your push away your vaguely horny thoughts. You have to lock back in for Kyle's sake. You smile at Gaz and politely extend your hand. 

“No, I knew Kyle was a man. A pleasure to meet you.” Gaz shakes your hand and beams while Soap slumps over, and Ghost looks like he’s rethinking how he got here.

“Need to work on your manners. That way when Captain talks about you, people don’t think you're dogs,” Gaz says drawing out and emphasizing dogs with a cheeky smile. Soap just grumbles. 

“Anyway,” you start to say, turning your attention back to John. “My friends and I are about to take that booth back there, but thank you for the offer. But call me. Or text.” He nods and leans in to press a quick, chaste to your lips. 

“Have a good night, Sweetheart.” You nod before going to finally claim your booth. 

You hear Soap ask why John ‘calls Kyle by his name but not me or Simon’, making you smile. They seem nice.

And then you hear what you assume to be Ghost, say, “Not bad, Captain. Not bad at all.”

You preen at that, chipper mood carrying you through the night, even as your friends bombard you with questions once they’re all seated.

You wave shyly at John and his friends when they eventually file out into the cold. John sends you a wink that has you sinking into the booth. You’re so fucked. 

About 15 minutes later, your phone buzzes.

Can’t stop thinking about you, angel

Apparently, he’s fucked too.

part 2

[agaypanic]

Shut Your Mouth (Steven Hyde X Reader Smut)

Kinktober Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Request Something! | AO3

Kinktober Day 21: Hate Fucking

Summary: You and Steven can’t stand each other. It’s been that way since the beginning. Somehow, that makes the sex even hotter.

A/N: sorry for not posting.. Kinktober’s harder than i thought lmao

C/W: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, degrading, frenemies with benefits ig, couch sex (rip the basement couch), slight choking kink, clothed sex, slight dumbification

***

“Y/n, can’t you annoy people at your own house?”

“Steven, can’t you freeload somewhere other than Eric’s basement?”

The bickering had been going on for about an hour now. It wasn’t even sparked by something. You and Hyde just had a habit of throwing bitter remarks at each other for no reason whenever you were in the same room for too long. Your own friends couldn’t tell if you genuinely hated each other or if you just had some years-long strange dynamic going on.

But they were getting tired of it. “God!” Kelso yelled, jumping from his seat on the couch and looking at the two of you with annoyance. “Do you guys ever not fight?” Then he turned to Fez. “Come on, Fez. Let’s get outta here.”

The tall man opened the door that led out of the basement, waiting for his friend. Fez got up and was about to go through when he turned back to you and Hyde, a small frown on his face.

“I hate it when you two fight.” You resisted the urge to laugh at his upset tone.

Kelso watched Fez go up the stairs and scoffed. At first, you thought it was towards Fez, but then he looked at you and Hyde. “See what you did?” He asked. “Now I gotta buy the little guy a burger.”

Finally, the door slammed shut, and you were alone.

“See what you did, Y/n?” Unfortunately, you weren’t entirely alone. “Now Fez is gonna be whiny all day.”

You laughed unamused. “Well, you’re not Mr. Perfect, Steven.”

“Don’t call me that.” He groaned. He was only called by his first name by adults, usually when he was in some kind of trouble. Being called that versus Hyde always annoyed him.

Which was why you called him Steven. “Steven, Steven, Steven.”

“Shut up.” 

He tried to ignore you. He grabbed a comic book and started flipping through it, obviously just trying to distract himself rather than actually read it. You repeated his name over and over, scooting over so you were leaning against the arm of the couch closest to him.

“Steven, Steven, Steven.”

He stayed quiet, but you could see his jaw clench in frustration.

“Steven, Steven, Ste-”

“Are you gonna stop, or am I gonna have to make you?”

You laughed, leaning slightly closer. “I’d like to see you try… Steven.”

He threw down the comic book, and in a flash, you were lying on the couch with Hyde on top of you. He kissed you roughly with a hand on your neck, effectively muffling any noise you tried to make. After a few seconds, he pulled away.

“Got anything else to say?”

You smiled, trying to catch your breath. “Very interesting way to shut me up.” You said it as if this wasn’t the first time this had happened. After a few escalated arguments, you and Hyde realized that fighting with each other got you really riled up. So you had an agreement. If no one was around, you could fuck the tension out of each other and never tell anyone about it until the day you die. “But I don’t think it’s gonna work, Steve- ah!”

He squeezed your throat, restricting your airflow slightly and once again effectively cutting you off. From behind those dumb sunglasses of his, you could see his eyebrow raise, like he was egging you on to speak again. “What was that?” You kept your mouth shut this time. He smiled at your lack of response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

But you never knew how to be quiet for long. “Oh, that’s what you thought, huh? I’m surprised you think-”

Not wanting to hear what kind of comeback you came up with, Hyde cut you off once again with a rough kiss, hand trailing down your body. It seemed he wanted to get right to the point, and you weren’t gonna complain. You helped him out by hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips, showing off your panties. Hyde grabbed one of your ankles and lifted it so your leg was hooked on the back of the couch, allowing him to slot himself between your legs. 

The two of you became a clash of lips, hands, and moans. You had to keep telling yourself to stay quiet, because you had no idea if anyone was upstairs. But it was hard to concentrate when you were too busy being focused on undoing Hyde’s belt and pants while he pulled your panties to the side to play with your pussy. 

“Shut your mouth.” He muttered against your lips when a particularly loud whine escaped you. 

But then the hypocrite let out an equally loud groan as you pulled his dick out and started jerking him off at a painstakingly slow pace. “You were saying?”

“I said,” Hyde replaced your hand with his own by batting yours out of the way, stroking himself a few times before lining up with your entrance. Without warning, he slammed into you, squeezing your throat again to prevent any loud sounds from leaving your mouth. Slowly, he pulled out before speaking again, each word punctuated with a hard and deep thrust, “Shut. Your. Mouth.”

Hyde continued his brutal pace, the hand not on your throat digging into your hip so he could move you to match his thrusts. You quickly became limp like a ragdoll, allowing Hyde to fuck you roughly into the couch. 

Every so often, you tried to speak, but it came out like some kind of dumb babble. “Oh my- So good, so good, Ste… Stev-”

“Say it, and you’re not coming.”

You squealed in disapproval, quickly correcting yourself. “Hyde! Feels so good. So so good.”

He smirked, somehow fucking you harder and faster. “If this is how you’re gonna be, maybe I should fuck you more often.”

All you could do was nod along, too overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. Figuring you were too cockdrunk to do it yourself, Hyde started rubbing at your clit, making you whine.

“Hate you so much.” He muttered, eyes rolling back as you squeezed his cock.

You laughed. “Hate you more.” The small smile on your lips dropped as you opened your mouth, a choked moan escaping you as you neared the edge. Sensing you were about to come, Hyde picked up the pace of his ministrations on your clit.

“Come on.” He urged. “Be the dumb slut you are, and come on my dick.”

And being the good but dumb slut you were, you did as told. Your body shook, and your eyes rolled back as your orgasm hit you. Hyde followed close behind, spilling into you with a sharp inhale.

You two lay on the couch for a while, trying to catch your breath. Hyde was the first to recover, slowly pulling out and readjusting your underwear and dress before he tugged himself back into his pants. He sat on the balls of his feet, waiting for you to sit up.

“So…” It was always a bit awkward after the sex because you didn’t feel like bickering as much, so you didn’t know what else to do. “Wanna get a burger?”

You nodded, slowly standing on your slightly shaky legs. “Sure, but you’re paying.”

Hyde groaned in slight annoyance but didn’t fight it. Instead, he opened the door and waited for you to go up the stairs to his car, him following close behind.

***

That 70s Show Taglist: @pink-hufflepuff

[islandofsages]

Hey ! Can I ask for the Diasomnia boys reacting to a male!Ignihyde!reader who join the gargoyle club (idk if it's name) ?

Like, the reader is really just interest in the gargoyles, and isn't scare of Malleus (or anyone, really. Man is too tired for being scare.)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it.

Have a good day/night ! And happy new year too.

characters: diasomnia boys x male ignihyde reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, imagines + scenario format; mentions of malleus in literally everything, lilia being a dad

warnings: none

author's notes: reader is so idgaf energy i love it. also i just remembered the small font feature exists LMAO do tell me if it's too small, i'll change it back to the original size!! if not, i'll change my previous posts to the smaller font. also you have a good day/night too anon ! and happy new year :D

Malleus Draconia

Oh? You want to join the Gargoyle Studies Club? You’re being serious? Oh!

Words cannot describe how happy he is about a fellow gargoyle appreciator though his expression doesn’t really show that

And to think you see him as just another dude… such honor was bestowed upon him…!

He’ll excitedly bring you to every gargoyle he’s found on campus and infodump about them - and you’d write them down somewhere if you’re in the mood

Sometimes you’d find new gargoyles and bring him to them and you start to do likewise

Even outside of club activities you two geek out about gargoyles at times which has earned you two the title of nerds

“Have I told you about the time I’ve met talking gargoyles? I never thought I would see such a day…”

Gargoyles aside, he has times where he confides his personal daily life in you and in turn, he’ll ask you what’s it like being in Ignihyde, etc

After being around each other so much, it feels weird when you guys aren’t together - some people would ask where Malleus is whenever you’re on your own, and vice versa

People found it weird how close an Ignihyde student is to someone from a different dorm too and you’re not sure if you should be flattered or not

But in a sense, Malleus really is your other nerdy half.

Sebek Zigvolt

You?????? Join the club where Malleus is president and is the only member of?????????

“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE WORTHY OF JOINING SUCH A CLUB?”

Well, for one, the fact that you’re unfazed by his constant yelling and therefore probably too tired to be fazed by anything, consequently making you the perfect companion to Malleus because you wouldn’t react inappropriately to Malleus’ conduct

And that you actually are interested in gargoyles. That too. You tell all this to him

He clutches his head with one hand, debating your logic. You don’t know how and why but he accepts your argument

That doesn’t stop him from monitoring you two’s activities from afar but, again, you couldn’t care less. A sixteen year old’s fanatics is just part of the growing process

Outside of club activities, he interrogates you on what you’ve discussed with Malleus and you just tell him the truth: gargoyles

At some point, he gets so engrossed in your infodump about gargoyles his eyes shine with a new light

Of course, he mentions something about Malleus obviously liking something so interesting and befitting of his status - but he also thanks you for enlightening him on the topic and that he’ll go to you for more information if need be

You’ve converted him. You sometimes see him clutching a book about gargoyles around the school. It’s filled with notes sticking out of the pages. And a portion of that sometimes he’ll run to you to confirm about a fact or two

Maybe it’s safe to say you two are kind of friends now.

Silver

He doesn’t think too much of it other than being glad that Malleus finally has a fellow gargoyle fan he can geek out with

He’d see you and Malleus chatting it up around campus and he can’t stop the tender smile on his face from making an appearance

Sometimes he himself will try to strike up a conversation with you and gargoyle geek aside, he finds that you’re just a pleasant person to talk to and be around

He admits he’s not too close with any of the folks from Ignihyde aside for the Shroud brothers but you brush him off by saying that nobody is really

He also admires how you don’t really let anything get to you. Again, you shrug it off by half-joking that you’re too tired to be scared by anything at this point

He somewhat empathizes with you on that point, grieving over his narcoleptic tendencies with a heavy sigh

You try your best to cheer him up or if you have experience with such things, you give him advice on how to manage it

You then jest that he can tag along with you and Malleus’ club activities whenever he’s free if he wants. The more, the merrier, right?

He ponders it for a minute and nods. You didn’t think he’d actually accept the offer

“I don’t see a reason to refuse. Sebek and I have accompanied Malleus on his trips before. I’m sure this time around will be more fun with you here.”

And so you all do. You all have a royal time together - and the joy on Silver’s face is especially princely.

Lilia Vanrouge

He sheds (crocodile) tears at the thought of Malleus finally having an additional member in his one-man club more friends

Since you’re chill about it, he is too! As long as you get along with Malleus, everything will be fine and dandy

If anything, he’s a bit impressed by how it takes more than the average amount to gain a reaction out of you 

…and a bit concerned. Are you sure you’re getting enough nutrients? His paternal instincts kick in when you tell him you’re too tired to have a reaction to anything

He knows that Ignihyde students are mostly shut-ins but he still advises you and makes sure you get a balanced diet

It’s like he’s adopted yet another son

“Oh, (Y/N), you really ought to take care of yourself more.”

You grow a bit annoyed at him sometimes but you know his intentions are good so you don’t protest

You do feel very loved though. You didn’t expect this much from just joining a club for a topic you’re genuinely interested in

But you have to admit it is kind of hard to come by people who aren’t intimidated by the Malleus Draconia, even if you don’t see it as anything special

What’s special, though, is the affection Lilia holds for you.

[captain039]

Wolf and bear

Halsin x shapeshifter!reader

Warnings: sexual, adult content, eventual smut, light swearing, mentions of dog fighting, first times.

Again! I don’t know Halsins character very well, nor have a played the game still lmao (3rd of the 9th ) well 5th cause that’s when I get paid lol.

Angry little wolf with her future bear husband lol

Kinda questionable xD

I cannot find Halsin smut and I need it

Also need Astarion smut

Challenging a bear probably wasn’t the smartest idea you had, but he was too close to your home. He smelt different though, not like normal wild bears that sometimes roam through. There was a scar down his eyes and his one of his lip. He was bigger than a normal bear also, then again you were a bigger than a normal wolf. Was he a shifter? He didn’t seem fazed by your warning growls and snaps, if a bear could looked amused he looked it. You huffed through your teeth and hoped he’d disappear. You headed back to your cottage, shifting back into your human form with a pained groan.

“Why’re you in pain?” you screamed at the deep voice behind you, body instantly going back into a wolf form due to reflexes. You smacked the ground with a groan before shifting back. Your body extra aching now, of course it bloody hurt your body literally changed into an animal! stupid idiot. You grabbed your robe quickly and covered yourself, you turned seeing an overly naked large man.

“Gods!” you covered your eyes praying he’d just leave.

“Do you have clothes?!” You yelled.

“I rather enjoy changing without them on, more comfortable” he said and you couldn’t argue with logic, but still. Sure if you were skilled enough in magic you’d keep your clothes on and not ruin them, every time you changed though they’d be torn and ruined.

“Why’re you here?” You asked keeping your hand over your eyes.

“It’s been a long time since I met another shifter, I was curious I suppose” he said and you sighed.

“Well I shift, the end, please leave” you probably sounded like a bitch, but you hadn’t had anyone here in years, people weren’t to found on a wolf in their villages, and life with other shifters was weird, constant need to bond with nature and a lot of nudity.

“Why have you not joined others?” He asked and you sighed.

“Because they are too much for me I like my quietness!” You pressed hoping he’d get the hint.

“You are against bonding with nature and being yourself?” He added and you groaned.

“Listen man, I don’t want your company or questions please leave!” You finally moved your hand to look at him, geez he was big. Big broad shoulders and wide torso, strong legs- oh gods. You flushed and looked back to his eyes seeing a small smirk. He had the same three scars over his eyes and the one on his lip, tribal markings down the right side of his face. Pointed ears and long brown hair half tied back.

“You didn’t answer my question” he stated and your mouth hung open slightly, did he not get a word you just said.

“I’m Halsin” he said.

“I don’t care!” You groaned getting up and going inside, slamming the door behind you.

You awoke the next morning ignoring the scenes

of last night, hopefully he’s gone back to his little nature loving pack. You went outside to tend to your garden only to freeze when you sensed someone to your left. You stared at the large man sitting by your table chewing on what looked like dried fruit. Is he serious? You walked back inside surely this was a dream, or an illusion.

“I’m real” he called and you walked back outside.

“What in the hell are you doing here?!” You snapped and he just smiled. He was clothed thankfully as he stood, woah he was much bigger than you.

“You intrigue me” he said.

“I don’t care, get off my property or-“ you stuttered what could you really do to a giant bear man? He smirked head tilted he knew you couldn’t do anything.

You ignored him as you went about your gardening. He didn’t say anything which annoyed you more, what did he want somewhere to hibernate?! Certainly wasn’t going to be in your comfortable bed.

“Excuse us” you frowned at the approaching men. The bear man stood on edge a frown on his face. You walked to them and wiped your hands.

“What is it?” You asked seeing a note in their hands.

“Have you seen or heard any bears around?” He asked and you froze.

“One with a scar on his face!” The man behind him piped up.

“No?” You said questioning.

“We believe it’s a demon” he said and you raised a slight eyebrow.

“Bear shifter” he added, so this man was a shifter hater.

“He caused a rampage in a dog fight arena” your stomach churned at the words, people still did that? Horrible beings.

“Was anyone hurt?” You asked trying to not sound suspicious.

“Just the owners, not dead, but all the dogs were let free” he answered and you felt relief flood you.

“This your husband?” He nodded to the bear man behind you.

“Uh-“ you faltered as he stood and came over with a smile.

“I am” he said and you froze as a hand went around your waist. You wanted to punch that smile off his face.

“Ah, have you heard or seen anything?” The man asked and your supposed husband shook his head.

“Can’t say I have” he said.

“Kinda got scars like you” the one behind said studying.

“Oh these I was attacked by a bear actually, got its head in our living room” he chuckled, but you felt how rigid his body went.

“Awesome!” The man behind said and you sighed.

“Well if you see or hear anything let us know, oh and if you see a dog or dogs let us know, we’re at the village council” the man said and left. The bear man growled and you tensed feeling the anger rolling off him. You rested a hand on his chest feeling his urge to murder those men.

“Killing them won’t solve anything” you said hushed and he stared down at you with big eyes. Now that he was close, you could feel his warmth, feel the muscles beneath your hand, smell his scent.

You closed your eyes for a moment taking him in before you realised what you were doing and stormed away embarrassed.

“What about those dogs?” You asked.

“They’re with good people now, away from that horrible place” he growled the last part and you couldn’t ignore the shivers and unwanted arousal it gave you.

“Good” you whispered as you went back to gardening.

Apparently this was his daily ritual, to greet you in the morning, ask some questions and just be around you. You really couldn’t deny how comforting it was to have his presence, but you also couldn’t ignore how weird it was. After a few days of not shifting your body began to ache, you hated it, hated having to change and run in the forest despite the freedom it gave you. You waited till night, waited till Halsin was gone. You went outside in a robe, shrugged it off and shifted. You took a moment to gather yourself before you took off into the woods. You rested by a lake and looked at the moon reflection rippling in the water. You heard heavy steps and stood, hackles up before you recognised the scent and scar on the big bear. You sat back down listening to him saunter over and sit by you. You enjoyed the cool breeze and took in a breath to smell the forest around you. Halsin bumped you suddenly and you looked to him seeing the bear smile. You huffed at him and looked away feeling him doing it again. You gave him a narrowed look feeling his playfulness. You pushed him back with your body watching him stumble. He roared playfully and you stood up tail wagging slightly. You bowed down slightly in a playful dog stance as he roared softly and began play fighting with you. If someone was to walk by the would be weirded out, but for some reason this felt natural. If you could laugh you would, it just came out a strange grunts and growls as you nipped playfully at Halsins paws. He was stronger though and knocked you into the water. You froze standing up quickly and shivering. You growled charging at him and trying tackle him into the water only to fail. You were pinned under him, paws in the air and you gave a huff. He shifted above you and you tilted your head.

“Shift” he said smiling and you did expecting pain. You frowned though as he waved his hand, yellow light coming from his hand.

“Was that better?” He asked softly and you nodded surprised.

“I’m a Druid” he said.

“Oh” you said glancing at your nakedness and his. You covered your breasts and looked away with cheeks flushed.

“Why do you hide?” He asked and you glanced to him, biting the inside of your cheek.

“This is- intimate” you muttered.

“I’ve never been intimate, nor has anyone seen me like this” you added embarrassed, you glanced to his face seeing his eyes darken slightly but remaining soft.

“May I kiss you?” He asked softly and you froze, but felt yourself nod. He smiled as he leant down, you closed your eyes as you felt him press his lips to yours. You made an embarrassing noise, but he just deepened the kiss. Your arms left covering your breasts and you gripped his forearms instead as he began to kiss down your jaw and to your neck. You felt him press his lower half to you, hips meeting yours, you gasped hand slapping over your mouth. You heard him chuckle lightly, his breath tickling your neck.

“I want to worship you” he said softly and heat ran straight through your body.

“I want to taste you” he pressed a kiss to a sensitive spot on your neck that made you squirm.

“Feel you” he muttered and you sealed your eyes close. You felt his hand rest on your ribs before sliding up your side and over your hip, before gripping your thigh. He gripped the flesh pulling it gently so your knee bent. He stopped kissing your neck and chuckled again as you opened your eyes and flushed, you moved your hand and he kissed you again.

“You’re not so feisty when you’re flustered” he grinned and you glared.

“I was wrong” he chuckled and you hated how you loved the sound. Hated how you loved the feeling of him against you. You were battling with yourself, you didn’t even realise he had slid down your body till lips pressed against your inner thigh. Your eyes went down to his, he smirked pushing your legs further apart before you felt his breath against your folds. Your breath hitched when a tongue darted out and ran through them, a groan leaving his lips as he began to lick. Your body squirmed and you closed your eyes leaning your head back fully. You had one hand on your stomach in a fist, the other at your side, he was skilful, gods you felt like you were in heaven, or hell. You felt his hand snake up your stomach and you opened your hand to hold it, which he gladly accepted. You moaned as he began to suck and prod his tongue against your entrance. You gripped his hand harshly but he didn’t seem to care, too busy working you up with his tongue. You felt fingers though, joining his tongue and sliding in heat. You moaned back arching as he began to slowly thrust his finger in and out. His fingers were much bigger than yours and much more delightful, you kept clenching his hand as you felt your stomach tighten with need and release. You moaned brokenly when he added a second finger, working you open for what was hopefully to come. His mouth paid extra attention to your clit while his fingers scissored and beckoned. You whined lowly muttering a please that you barely managed to get out. You felt him grin and wanted to slap the cockiness off his face, but was too caught in the pressure building. You felt the knot in your stomach come undone as you came with a moan. Your legs shuddered and you panted loudly as he continued riding out your high slowly. He sat back up, and crawled up your body again smiling down at you.

“Beautiful” he whispered and you flushed looking away. You waited for him to move, but he didn’t and you looked back ready to huff at him. He had a playful look and you groaned quietly with a huff, why was he teasing?

“Why’re you teasing?” You asked.

“Because it gets you worked up” he smirked and you glared with a huff, you crossed your arms over your chest too, looking away till he kissed down your neck and you felt his hips shift. You tensed a bit as you felt the tip of his cock resting by your entrance. He grabbed one of your hands and pressed it above your head, clenching it before he thrusted in. You moaned while he groaned in your ear, you held your breath before panting. You clenched his hand, gods you felt full. He let you adjust before slowly skipping out and back in, your eyes slipped shut as you felt the sting.

“Gods” you muttered.

“I’ve got you” he whispered giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You whined in response as he set a slow pace, the sting slowly fading. His hand left yours as he rested on it instead and you wrapped your arms around him. His pace quickened slowly and you were struggling to keep in your moans.

“Only I can hear you” he whispered lifting his head which made you open your eyes. He kissed you gently and you moaned into his mouth as he began to quicken again. He was getting close, his pants became uneven and his hips were moving more desperately. You closed your eyes tightly again, back arching as he sped up to chase his release. You gripped his arms in your hands as his hips stuttered and he came with a groan. His head was in your neck panting harshly as you lifted your hands to run them up and down his back.

“I’m sorry” he suddenly said and you frowned.

“Why?” You asked as he lifted his head.

“I didn’t bring you to your release again” he said looking guilty and you smiled shaking your head pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Another time” you whispered and his eyes widened slightly but smiled as he kissed you once more.

[fuxuannie]

Sampo Koski has me foaming at the mouth. Please I will literally bark for this man.🫶😩

I need a really stupid love confession from this idiot. Like he tries (and fails) to set up the most romantic moment which is just spoiled by the Silvermane Guards and Sampo ends up confession while you’re trying to run like the idiot he is.

↳ pairing : sampo koski x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : request

↳ authors note : this seems like smth that would happen in canon im ngl to you LMAO

For months, SAMPO would be saving his money and shield to make a perfect date for you somewhere in the snowy terrain outside the boring Underworld scenery. Where there was a perfect view of the city, a picnic blanket to save you from the cold floor, flowers and a basket of all your favorite things. Yes, it did hurt him financially, but his heart was this close to bursting from excitement to finally be able to tell you.

He had the speech ready, the most important parts scribbled onto his hand incase he forgot. And so the last part was to just wait for you there, a jacket in his hands incase you'd get cold as he knew you weren't as used to the cold as he was.

Once he hears footsteps, his face lights up until the realization that there were multiple, he seemed to have guests that weren't invited arrive in your place. At first his intentions were to get rid of them swiftly before you would come, but when he sees you awkwardly laughing in their restraints, the plan was now turned to a rescue mission.

"Hi!" You say sheepishly, as one Silvermane Guard held your hands behind your back. "S-sorry I'm late? It's a lovely set up, really. I just so happened to be followed-"

"Sampo Koski, you're under arrest!"

He smiles innocently and raises his arms up in the air, a signal you were all too familiar with. He sees you hold your breath and that's his sign to drop his smoke bombs, a mist surrounds you two and as the hold on your wrist loosen, a hand grabs you by the waist and pulls you out of the smoke.

You're about to thank him, but he effortlessly lifts you up into his arms in a bridal style and runs, absolutely ignoring the protesting yells of guards behind you both. At first, you're in a daze of confusion before laughing as he ran. "Not exactly how you wanted this thing to go, is it?" You say, casually leaning on his chest as he would be tiring himself from the chase.

"Not exactly how I wanted to confess, but I guess this works!" He says within his messy mind and pants for air, your once closed eyes widen and you look up at him slightly. "WHAT???"

It's Sampo's turn to laugh, though a little breathless due to the running. He looks down at you with the most genuine look anyone has ever seen from him. "Did you think I wouldn't like you?" He'll smile, but trip over his feet with how much of his attention shifts to you.

You two land in the snow, one left speechless and the other breathless. Both with nothing to say, or too much that it makes it hard to form into sentences.

The guards take you both away, but Sampo gives you a knowing look. Maybe he'll get another chance to do it properly, it was never hard breaking out of jail anyway.

[agirlwithtoomuchf-ingtime]

Disobedient - A Terminator x Reader Smut

[A/N]: Been dead for a while. Too many unfinished drafts to work on LMAO. I did that to myself, though.

Anyway- I'm not one to fall for robots or intelligent software. Wouldn't consider myself to be remotely near the category, but damn. This movie flipped a switch somewhere within me and now this story exists. Judge me all you want. I don't believe in God. (Please don't take that seriously lmfao I'm just fucking around)

LOL, hope some peeps enjoy this. I'm actually quite proud of it. I have some more works that are close to being finished, like a part two to the Mikael fic I have up (oh shiii-). Just a reminder that this is all purely imaginative and i wouldn't stand a chance against the characters I write about at all HAHA—

Warnings: heavy seggsy time (minors, dni.), oral (giving and receiving), angry sex undertones (if you squint. This is pretty tame tbh.)

Word Count: 5.6k (about average)

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“Stay here.” The Terminator says firmly, pressing you against the white wall of the building. You’ve always found a way to get in the machine’s crosshairs when a fight breaks out and it’s clear he’s getting fed up with it. You hear Sarah yell out to John in the distance. There’s a frantic tone in her voice and you know immediately that you’re not staying wherever he’s placed you.

“Whatever.” You grumble, leaning against the wall. He releases his grip on you, synthetic blue eyes boring into yours before he looks away and stomps off. You hear him cock his shotgun as he turns the corner. You pull out your handgun and wait for the sound of his weapon firing. As soon as you hear it, you whip around the corner and shoot at the T-1000 steadily making its approach to the T-800. It reacts to your bullets, temporarily getting stunned as the metal explodes its poly-alloy skin. The T-800 immediately snaps his head in your direction, an angry scowl seeming to form on his face. 

You ignore him as you spot Sarah running towards you in the distance, shielding her small son beneath her as they both sprint to the commotion. You make a break for them, popping a few more caps in the liquid metal’s ass as you pass by. 

“This way! Follow me!” You shout, pointing them in the opposite direction. They begin to follow you through the maze of hallways, practically running up your heels as you burst through a side entrance. 

“Let’s get in the car.” You say, fiddling the keys out of your pocket. You unlock it for the frazzled pair, letting them huddle together in the backseat. Just as you’re pulling out, you see the Terminator bust through the brick exterior of the burning edifice. He looks pissed. He quickly saunters over to the stolen vehicle, ripping open the driver’s side door and glaring at you.

“Move.” He orders, grabbing your left bicep and squeezing it painfully. You yelp when he yanks you out of the seat and stumble when you land, huffing at the cyborg as you rub your now possibly bruised muscle. The machine doesn’t spare a second glance, slamming the door shut behind him as he takes your place. You scoff as you walk over to the passenger side, quickly getting in to avoid engaging the T-1000 any further. 

The ride back is eerily quiet. There’s an obvious tension in the air that nobody wants to question. You lean against the window, watching the moon in the sky. It disappears as you head into the shithole you’re all camping out in. He slowly pulls the car forward, turning it off when it’s completely in the abandoned garage. You swing the door open, walking away from the car and into the furthest decaying room in the decrepit building. You drop your empty gun onto the table in the middle of the room, sitting heavily onto the dusty couch in the corner. The dust flies up as you flop onto the old cushions. You listen as distant footsteps make their way to their respective rooms, rolling your eyes when you hear a particular heavy pair approaching yours. As the T-800 enters your space, you swing your legs up across the couch and cross your arms. This is going to take a while judging by his agitated stance.

He walks up until he’s right in front of you, blue eyes glowering down at you. 

“You disobeyed a direct order, [Y/N].” The machine says sharply. You purse your lips, trying to bite back your frustration. It doesn’t work.

“I’m not useless you fucking idiot. I also have a gun. Just because you’ve had to swing in sometimes doesn’t mean that I can’t handle myself.” You snap, staring icily at the humanoid. You’re sick of him always pushing you away from the action. He narrows his eyes at you, a calculating look present in his gaze. 

“Since my previous attempts to hinder you without harming you have failed, I’m going to enact a different punishment on you.” He announces monotonously. A look of confusion overcomes your expression.

“What does that mean?” You ask, curious what the punishment is. You gasp when he firmly grabs your right forearm faster than you can blink, hoisting you up to your feet with ease.

“I’m going to have sexual intercourse with you.” The machine deadpans, watching your [e/c] eyes widen in surprise and your cheeks turn red. 

He didn’t just—

“Wh-What?” You sputter, feeling your face steadily growing hotter. 

“I’m going to—”

“I heard you the first time!” You shout incredulously, swiftly cutting off the Terminator’s sentence. He simply stares at you, seeming to gaze into your soul. Unable to help yourself, you look down to where his crotch would be before quickly flicking your eyes back to his. 

“C-Can you even- do you…?” You find it hard to muster the courage to ask, but the machine catches on to what you’re trying to say.

“Yes. I have very detailed files located in my CPU.” He looks down to his groin area, slowly looking back up at your flustered face.

“And yes. I do have the proper anatomy.” He tilts his head when your cheeks turn a shade darker due to embarrassment. His left hand comes up to touch your face, feeling the warmth.

“Why is your face so red?” The T-800 asks as he cups your right cheek. You swallow nervously.

“Embarrassment. You’ve caught me completely off guard.” You answer. His thumb strokes over your red flesh tenderly. He seems to drink in your features, memorizing the colors, temperatures and curvature of it all.

“H-How exactly is that a punishment?” You stutter anxiously, flexing your arm that is trapped in his firm grip. 

“I will render you immobile by the end of it without having to seriously injure you.” The machine responds nonchalantly. Your eyes widen for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Aren’t there any other methods you can try?” You spout, leaning your head back when he brings his face closer to yours. His eyes flick to your lips.

“You’ve rendered all of my other alternatives ineffective, [Y/N].” He says firmly, his cool breath brushing over your face. You feel conflicted. Your body is heating up to his advances, but you’re also unsure about this. Sarah and John are just across the old house.

“Bu-But John an-and Sar—”

“They are not your concern right now.” He interrupts before pressing his mouth against yours, fluidly pressing a hot kiss to your lips. You squeak against his fiery smooch, clutching on to his shoulders as he grabs you by the waist to pull you flush against his body. His lips move expertly against yours, a shiver rolling up your spine from how good they feel. The machine’s fleshy exterior oddly tastes just like a normal human’s would, your discovery proven further when he nips your bottom lip to slide his tongue into your mouth. You moan when you feel it brush against your own. His fingers trail up your spine as he continues to kiss you breathless, making your body shake at the sensation. A gasp is ripped from you when the Terminator bunches your hair at the back of your head into a fist and pulls you off his mouth suddenly. His artificial blue eyes search your flushed face as you pant, your fingers clenching the material of his shirt in a death grip.

“What are you doing?” You ask in between your staggered breathing. The machine doesn’t respond, running his eyes down your body. His free hand slides up your side, cupping your left breast through your shirt. He tilts his head curiously, squeezing the soft flesh. As he kneads it, you can feel your nipples begin to press against the fabric of your shirt. Damn you for not wearing a bra. The Terminator notices, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive nub. You inhale sharply as he does and his eyes snap to yours. For a being that is unable to produce emotions he sure is staring at you intensely. 

“I’m looking at your body reacting to me.” He says lowly, releasing his grip on your hair to grope your ass. He palms your right asscheek, the globe of flesh easily engulfed by his large hand. This presses your lower body against him harder and you find yourself letting out a small moan. Your cheeks burn as he looks at you again, seeming to process the noise you just made. His hand once again kneads your ass and he watches as you bite your lip. You’re finding it more difficult to separate from the T-800 as he continues to caress you, trying to figure out what makes you squirm. You can’t deny how hot it’s making you feel. 

“I want to kiss you again.” He states, looking confused about why he is saying that. You smile, your right hand coming up to touch the back of his thick neck. 

“Then kiss me.” You giggle, letting all your anxiety go as you meet him in the middle. You’ll admit that you have thought about the robot in an inappropriate light sometimes, but you always held back because it was certain he couldn’t reciprocate the feelings you had. You kiss him hungrily, guiding his hands to your hips and wrapping your arms around his neck. He grunts against your mouth, caught off guard by your sudden enthusiasm. His fingers dig painfully into the flesh of your hips. You roll yourself against him, feeling his muscled figure press against you. His usually rigid body softens for a second. The action is frighteningly human-like. 

“What was that?” The android asks softly, always curious to learn. You run your hand up the side of his face, your thumb caressing his angular cheek.

“I think that was the tension in your muscles leaving, making you relax.” You murmur against his mouth, feeling the cyborg clench and unclench your hips as he deciphers what that means. As he’s distracted, you manage to swing him around and sit him on the couch, quickly straddling him before he can protest.

“[Y/N]—“ You interrupt him by pressing your thumb over his lips. 

“No. You know nothing sex and I don’t want you to hurt me because you definitely can. Let me teach you a little at least.” You say heatedly to him, carefully running your thumb over his plump lips. His eyes narrow, an ever calculating look in them. After a few more moments of tense silence, the T-800 lays into the couch, signaling that you have free reign. 

“Fine.” He replies, watching as a smug smile crosses your lips.

“You have to learn to slow down and take in the moment.” You say quietly, lust lacing your tone. You lower yourself into his lap completely, gasping when you feel his hard lower anatomy against yours. You fist your hands around the shirt on his wide chest, pulling yourself tightly into him. 

“It’s called foreplay. Stuff you do before the actual act.” You whisper against his neck, beginning to grind your clothed pussy against his clothed dick. Your resounding moan has his hands coming up to hold the tops of your thighs. His fingers are twitching erratically though. A deep exhale leaves his body. You cock your head and repeat the motion again. This time his body shivers, like he’s being electrocuted. The robot squeezes your thighs to the point that you’re certain there will be bruises. A grunt of confusion leaves his artificial voice box. You giggle, nipping his jaw line. 

“Feel good?” You ask softly, resting completely still against him to entice him to do it himself. The male humanoid seems so confused, synthetic blue eyes searching yours.

“I don’t know.” He says flatly and you smile, carefully dragging his hands up to your hips. He grips them tightly.

“Then you try.” You mumble, resting against his chest while he tries to calculate his movements. He watches your face as he attempts to repeat the roll of your hips into his crotch. He nails it, pressing you deeper into him as his arousal rubs against yours. A growl rumbles through him and he continues to grind you against him as you moan. 

“Ah- fuck.” Your grip tightens around the material of his shirt. His precision is unmatched and you couldn’t get the words out to tease him.

“Am I doing this right?” He asks in his usual monotone voice, though there’s the slightest tinge of strain in it. You glare at him, a hitched breath following after he successfully glides against you again. His toneless voice is getting on your nerves. 

“You’re so annoying.” You manage to grit out, forcing yourself to take back over. The cyborg surprisingly lets you overpower him, his striking blue gaze studying your every movement. His eyes narrow scornfully as your words set in.

“I could say the same about you.” He snarks back, making you scowl at him. God– Why did he have to be so damn infuriating?! You tsk, moving to hop off of his lap. So what if he’s obviously stronger than you? It doesn’t give him the right to keep you away from danger you willingly throw yourself into. You grunt in pain when his fingers squeeze painfully into the meat of your hips, keeping you hovering over him. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” The machine asks menacingly, his stare reflecting his voice. You glare back, standing your ground.

“Away from you.” You hiss. “Let go of me.” 

The Terminator curls back his lips. It’s an animalistic act and it catches you wildly off guard. He’s never done that. He must be pissed. 

“Why are you so defiant?” He practically growls, his face looming closer to yours. 

“Why are you such an asshole?” You spit back, freezing when he thrusts his hips back up against yours. 

“You drive me insane.” He says hoarsely, like he’s almost sheepish to admit it. You open your mouth to retort back, but all that comes out is an unrestrained moan. The cyborg has latched his teeth on your earlobe, biting down with a bruising pressure that borderlines painful. It feels almost too good. He soon pulls away, softly kissing the same spot almost regretfully.

“It’s like my body knows what it’s doing before my mind does.” The Terminator admits quietly into your ear. You chuckle a bit at his honesty. 

“Then stop trying to think about it.” You reply, arching your back when you feel him squeezing your breast again. He hums low in his chest, adjusting so he’s lying beneath you. His eyes seem to admire your body on top of his, his hand still kneading your right tit as he looks up at you. 

“Show me how.” The machine asks softly, his contemplative gaze watching your every move. His voice is not as flat as it was before. You smile at him, planting your hands on his firm chest. Slowly, you begin by lazily rolling your hips against his own. His large hands traverse the expanse of your body, carefully squeezing each section to find what you like best. The cyborg finds you respond to your ass being touched the most. Squeezing each globe of flesh possessively, he begins to mimic your grinding with his own against your clothed pussy. You whine when you feel his hardness press against your clit with such confidence. He seems to perk up at that.

“Like this?” The machine asks gently, repeating the perfect roll of his hips yet again. It elicits another noise of pleasure from you and you nod your head.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” You tumble out, your fingers digging into his pectorals. He grunts in response, massaging your ass carefully into place so you’re now softly rocking against him in a more intimate rhythm. 

“Oh!” You cry out, not expecting the sudden change in pace and atmosphere. You feel your body heating up quicker than you anticipated, the Terminator’s dry humping proving to be more sensual than you would’ve imagined. It’s difficult to form words while he has you in this new position now, your stomach winding tighter and your voice raising higher. 

“H-Hey, y-ahn!” You moan when you begin to feel yourself on the edge. 

“Hmm? You’re going to have to speak up.” He rumbles deeply. You frown at him and watch as the corner of his lips turn up teasingly, soon pausing his rhythm to allow you to get a few words out. 

“T-Touch me, please.” You say breathily, watching as the robot’s eyes darken with thought. It’s interesting to watch his internal dialogue through his eyes. He’s obviously trying to learn as he goes. It’s kind of cute. You move with him as the Terminator shifts, laying flat on his back across the old couch. It’s weird to be the one sitting on top of the deadliest threat known to any human. He lightly pats your butt forward, like he’s asking you to move up to straddle his face. You look at him with wide eyes. He offers a smirk. Nibbling your bottom lip, you shift up towards his angular features. When you get closer, the machine helps you to strip off your trousers. You shiver when you feel his automated breath on your now exposed folds. You feel so vulnerable sitting above him like this. He has full access to your body in this position. Perhaps that was his intention. You shiver when you feel one of his warm thumbs brush over your slit, collecting some of the wetness there. He swipes the digit over his tongue, processing the new liquid. His eyes are sharp as they connect with yours.

“So aroused over practically nothing.” He states monotonously, but his face holds a smug expression. You sneer down at him.

“Now you— OH!” You damn near screech when the cyborg shoves his face right into your soaked cunt. He doesn’t waste any time, licking a methodical line all the way up. You shudder above him, one of your hands sliding down to grip his hair. He hums against your wetness. You can feel him experimenting, trying to find what makes you squirm the most. He’s succeeding. Your mind is in a haze, feeling foggy from the amount of pleasure this robot is steadily bringing you. Subconsciously, you can feel the momentum of his hips rutting into the air. Poor thing is lacking attention and even he doesn’t seem to know. Through your desire-filled fog, you manage to bend back and place your left hand over his impressive size.

The machine falters for a minute when he feels your smaller hand drag against his hard cock. Then he reacts. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his loud groan is muffled by your pussy.

“O-Oh wow.” You pant, stroking him again. Another deep noise vibrates through you. It makes you realize just how close you are.

“Aaa- I’m gonna come.” You whine, pressing yourself harder against his face. A few more precise licks from him have you seeing stars. You hold on for dear life as you come into the awaiting machine’s mouth, your fingers tightly wound in his artificial hair. You can’t even hear the curses and moans slipping from your mouth as you ride out your high. Your vision is white for a few seconds before you can hear yourself panting and feel your hips twitching.

The T-800 is pressing gentle kisses to your sensitive pussy as you come down from your orgasm. A strangled whimper leaves your mouth when you finally process him doing so. You weakly raise yourself away from his face, shaking your head. 

“T-Too sensitive.” You say airily, groaning when you feel him turn his lips to your inner thighs instead. He waits for you to calm down, languidly massaging your hips as you loosen your grip on his hair. Eventually you look down at him, a small smile on your face as he rests his cheek against your soft skin. He seems to be entranced by the sight of you. You sit back on his firm chest, wondering what’s going to happen next. The robot’s hands shift from your hips down to your ass, his fingers kneading the plush flesh. His tongue peeks past his lips as he licks your cum off of them. You swear you can see his pupils dilate. The action makes you feel unbearably hot all over again. His head tilts slightly, ever observant eyes studying you. He stays silent though, clearly waiting for you to make the next move. Interesting. 

You decide you want to see what you were stroking earlier, so you adjust yourself to face his crotch. Your backside is in his face in this position, but he doesn’t seem to mind judging by the way his large hands immediately return to massage it. It’s quiet as your hands fiddle with his belt, the sound of the metal clinking the only sound that fills the air. You don’t waste a second when it’s unfastened, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. You can feel the machine sigh deeply beneath you. The fabric must’ve been tight against him. You smile at the thought, your petite hands carefully pushing the material down to expose more of the T-800’s skin. He lifts his hips slightly to make it easier for you to do so. You gasp quietly when his hard length smacks against his stomach. Oh wow. The size is certainly intimidating. What intrigues you the most is how authentic it looks. The tip is an angry red with some precum already smeared atop it. The shaft is quite girthy with a few veins here and there. There’s a slight curve to it as well. You can feel your inner walls clench in excitement as you continue to stare at his anatomy. The pits of your lower belly are burning yet again. You flinch when you feel something poke at your entrance. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, peeking over your shoulder the best you can to see what the Terminator is up to. His face holds an investigative expression. You shiver when you feel what you’ve determined to be his finger touch your wet pussy again. It doesn’t pull back this time, instead circling your hole. His silence is unnerving.

“I saw your muscles contract. Are you alright?” He asks innocently. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that escapes your lips. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Just excited.” You respond, returning your attention to the hard cock that rests against his defined abdomen. You gently take him into your hand, mulling over the fact that your fingertips just barely touch when wrapped around his girth. You give him an experimental pump, smiling in delight when his hips jerk in response. A quiet grunt leaves him. You repeat the motion, this time continuing to stroke him while adjusting the pressure. A low sound rumbles through the machine and you can feel his fingers squeeze the back of your thighs tightly. The muscles of his stomach grow taut as you continue your ministrations, watching in awe as precum slowly oozes from his tip. You dip down and run your tongue over the head, collecting the milky fluid that leaks from it. A sharp inhale emits from the cyborg as you drag your warm appendage over his sensitive flesh. You take a moment to think over the taste before swallowing. It’s slightly sour, but otherwise flavorless. It holds the same texture as regular ejactulate goes. Without any further hesitation, you wrap your lips around his cock and begin to suck on him while stroking too. The machine’s hips begin to shake beneath you, most likely feeling overwhelmed from the unfamiliar stimulation.

“Mm-mmpf.” A strained, breathy moan resounds from him and you hum against his length at the noise. That was hot. His hips still erratically twitch beneath you. It seems this is becoming too much for him at the moment.

“Wh-What is this? My systems ar-are–nngh.” His voice is tense as he attempts to speak. It’s clear he’s struggling to process what exactly he’s experiencing right now. It’s kind of cute, but he needs to chill out. His grip on your thighs is growing painful. In an attempt to make the cyborg relax, you smooth your left hand over the top of his muscular thigh and begin to lightly trace patterns on it. You also pull your mouth off of him, lazily pumping his cock instead while you wait for him to cool down a bit. His tremors eventually subside and you feel him kneading your poor thighs. 

“You okay?” You hum quietly, looking over your shoulder to assess his expression. Judging by the way his eyebrows are furrowed, he appears to be deep in thought.

“Yes. Keep going.” He replies. You nod, resuming your task of overworking him. Until you feel a finger prod at your puffy folds yet again. Before you can say anything, the digit begins to slowly sink into your twitching heat. A shaky exhale leaves you as he reaches down to his third knuckle with ease. You struggle to continue stroking him as the Terminator gently rubs his finger against your walls, clearly trying to find your most pleasurable spots. A heady whine echoes through the dingy room as he manages to caress a part that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“You should lower your voice, [Y/N]. Sarah and John are still here.” The machine murmurs. You scoff, now determined to make him regret those words. Readjusting your grip, you begin to pump his dick in your hand with more fervor. His hips jump slightly and you smirk as a choked groan emits from him. You don’t let the robot recover from the sudden change, quickly engulfing the head of his cock into your mouth and sucking. A violent shudder rolls through the machine’s body and it only spurs you on. Taking a deep breath, you try to swallow the Terminator’s cock down your throat. A loud moan fills the air as you do, his hips snapping up on their own accord. You gag as the rest of his length is forced into your esophagus, your lips successfully pressing against his pubic bone. His hands are again wrapped around the backs of your thighs, a plethora of unintelligible words expelling from the T-800. You manage to relax yourself, starting to slowly drag your mouth up and down. 

“Oh– I d-don’t– I think I’m–” His loud gasp is your only warning before you feel a gush of liquid spill down your throat. You choke, swallowing the best you can before you have to pull away so you don’t throw up. The machine is shaking beneath you, a final spurt of cum rolling down the length of his cock before he stills completely. You lick him clean, savoring it before you sit up and turn around. You’re seated comfortably on his defined abdomen, looking down at his blissed out expression. His cheeks are red and his eyes are dilated as hell, only a smidge of the blue irises visible. It makes you smile. 

“How are you feeling?” You expected him to instantly remind you that machines cannot feel anything, but you’re surprised when he doesn’t respond immediately. 

“Warm.” He murmurs quietly after a few seconds and you swear your heart melts at the simple, genuine reply. The T-800’s eyes flicker around your figure for a few moments, seeming to really take in the view in front of him. His lips twitch and you feel his right hand cup the back of your head.

“Come here.” He mumbles as he gently brings you up towards his face, meeting you halfway and passionately pressing his lips against yours. You feel his other arm slink around your waist as he sits up a bit, carefully pressing your body snug against his own. You gladly sink into him, rolling your tongue against his bottom lip in a silent demand for him to deepen the kiss. He seems to understand, a soft groan vibrating against your mouth as he opens his own. He allows you to explore, secretly enjoying the taste of you being processed through his overheated system. It gradually grows more raunchy and you only pull back when you feel his length twitch against your ass. You must’ve shifted down here at some point. His hands slide down to your plush backside, gently massaging the skin while he practically stares into your soul.

“Would you like to continue?” He asks softly, focusing on your face as you smile. You adjust your hips accordingly, sighing out an enthusiastic “Yes.”

The machine helps you adjust so you’re hovering over his cock, teasingly circling your entrance before pressing against it. He pauses, clearly continuing to give you the lead. Lightly biting the inside of your cheek, you begin to sink down on his sizable dick. A low moan expels from you as you slide him into you, relishing in the way he seems to pulsate inside of you. The robot shares your pleasure, sucking in a breath despite not having lungs. Strange…

“Mmm..You’re overwhelming.” He shudders, and you moan as you eventually press against his base. You feel extremely full, but it’s surprisingly super exhilarating. An erotic chuckle puffs from you as you adjust, your hands cupping his somehow rosy cheeks. 

“You feel so good.” You admit breathily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as you begin to set a rhythm. A sonorous hum is his response as you feel his hands run up your back. An intense, but intimate grind is kept in place as you both process what feels good and what feels better. You’re reduced to shaky moans and pants as the heat within grows hotter. The T-800 beneath you is in a blissed out haze, but is still unsurprisingly quiet as he watches your reactions the entire time. Ingraining it in his CPU files. A growl thrums from him as he suddenly hijacks your rhythm, forcing your hips down until you’re flush against him and keeping you there. 

“I’d like to take over.” He grunts out and you whimper against his neck, loathing the fact that you can’t move in his vice-like grip. You brush your thumbs over his cheeks before nodding. 

“Okay.” You whisper, adjusting your hands so they hold onto his broad shoulders. His fingers adjust their grip on your backside, aiding in lifting you slowly off of his length. He continues until just the tip remains inside, then he just as painstakingly lowers you back down. The motion allows you to feel everything inch by inch and it makes you feel warmer than you thought possible. A high-pitched moan erupts from you as soon as he bottoms out, the length of him perfectly massaging against a sensitive spot deep within. 

“Right there?” He asks softly. You nod, your fingers digging into his shoulders. A smirk curls his lips at your response, mischief flashing briefly through his focused expression. You don’t have a second to question it when the machine grinds into you before pulling out to piston his entire length back into that exact, mind-numbing spot. A strangled gasp is all you can muster as you hold on to his broad shoulders, your head tilting back as the warmth from within your body slowly overwhelms you. The pressure builds as he sets a bruising pace, the smack of your hips against his audible now. Your entire body jolts against his powerful thrusts, but it isn’t painful. Not when his cock massages the inside of you perfectly every single time. An obscene squelching sound soon becomes audible. You can feel the pressure mounting, your fingers clawing his biceps frantically. His lips brush over your neck. The Terminator is quiet, but a quiet set of groans rumbles from him every now and again. He remains watchful of your face, looking on as you slowly begin to lose yourself on him. Because of him. He’s quite a sight to bestow, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks with his mouth slightly parted in focus.

“Y-You bastard.” You manage to grit out through your pants, a heated moan pouring out soon after. His teeth find your earlobe and all you can do is arch your back as a powerful wave of heat seizes you suddenly. His hand covers your mouth just in time as an unrestrained cry tears through your throat as the orgasm washes over. The arm around your waist locks up and you can hear him grunt as your pussy clenches around him, the cyborg burying his cock deep within you before he stills up as well.

“You’re so t-tight—nggh.” His artificial voice cracks before his entire body shudders, the feeling of his cum pumping into you following after. It only prolongs your ecstasy. The machine holds you tightly against him until both of you have recovered, removing his hand away from your mouth to join his other arm around your waist.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks after a bout of silence and you smile against his chest, shaking your head.

“No.” You mumble, a deep sigh leaving you as he moves to slide out of you. You groan lightly as he shifts so you now lay comfortably on top of him, the soreness of your body just beginning to set in by the movement. The humanoid’s fingers trail over your sweaty skin, mapping over the expanse over your spent frame.

“Good.” He says softly, and you snort at his response. The tips of his fingers trace down your spine as he hums.

“The goal was to make it hard for you to walk without seriously injuring you. I’m just making sure this solution is effective.” His usual monotone is back, but you pay no mind. You’re too busy falling asleep against his bulky form. Seems the robot wore you out more than you thought he could.

——

[pawmesan]

So yesterday I said I had ✨opinions✨ on the DLC and today I have come to the conclusion that as per usual, I will not chill until I dumped them somewhere lmao. It's mainly focused on what I've seen people say about Carmine and Kieran online, be it on tumblr or other websites.

Teal Mask Spoilers under the cut :3

I have no idea if I used the under the cut feature even right lmao I've kinda always just been a douche and ignored it when talking about spoilers as I've realised gfjdjrc

Ok anyway so. I think what personally bothered me the most is a lot of people saying "they just have a perfectly fine siblings relationship, nothing unhealthy to see here" and "Kieran is a coldass douchebag who view others as objects and only cares about strength". Both statements I strrroooongly disagree with.

First about his and Carmine's relationship, since it plays into the other thing. It seems that their parents aren't around, though it's unknown why. The grandparents are apparently pretty lackluster in taking over their job and because of that, it seems that Carmine has taken it on herself to take somewhat of guardian role for Kieran. Which is a role she's visibly overwhelmed by, which makes sense, because that's not a role you should have to take when you yourself are maybe like 17/18 lol. You can see that she absolutely does care for and wants the best for him, but at the same time she can't wrap her head around his actions and how he's feeling. So a lot of the things she does she does out of good intentions (for example telling the player for him that he's interested in them because she says he couldn't ever ask on his own, or the whole lying thing where she believes not telling him you guys met Ogrepon prevents him from feeling left out), without understanding that they have quite literally the opposite effect (Kieran feeling like he's unable to do anything on his own BECAUSE she does everything for him, and of course him feeling left out BECAUSE you and her keep meeting Ogrepon a secret). On top of that she clearly has issues keeping her own emotions down, so instead of reacting calmly she'd yell at him whenever he does or says something she doesn't like. And whether you want to see that certain one-liner as her implying she does also hit him when she's not "being nice" or not, she seems unaware of what effect these reactions have on her brother. I do think the implication might very well be on purpose, but it's just not as obviously stated as it could be because this is still a Pokémon game and we don't gotta be too in your face about child abuse in a game that like 8 year olds play lol.

Anyway, aside from him thinking he can't make decisions on his own and stuff, there's a lot of ways this treatment shows in Kieran. Notice how while Carmine is pretty open about showing her anger, he keeps trying to repress his own until later in the story where he's starting to be unable to do so? You can see that when you battle him the first couple times and he loses, the light in his eyes leaves briefly (yknow, the anime thing they both do where that shows them being angry/frustrated) before he grabs his head and just says aw man or something. And when she outs him on his crush or whatever on you, he also looks angry like that, but she immediately shuts him down like usual. I'm pretty sure that's a learned behaviour on his part, aka "when I get openly angry or sad my sis will yell at and/or hit me so I have to keep it down". That's why he always switches the topic, runs off or just goes quiet when he pisses her off or he thinks he pisses her or someone else off. It's optional dialogue so idk how many people have seen it, but Carmine confirms that at the festival, though she again misunderstands why he does it.

Have a high quality photo of what I mea-

So yeah, in short, in regards to their relationship, I think it's clear that it's pretty dysfunctional. For some reason Carmine's stuck with taking a caretaker role she cannot possibly fill given her own issues and age. As a result, she takes it out on her little brother who in turn has to suffer the double bagage of lack of parents and dealing with his older sister's moods. And with next to no social contacts outside of her, he's stuck in that situation and he's got no one to help him learn how to deal with this in a healthier way (same with Carmine really). All he knows that if he was "stronger", he could deal with this better. Like that cool ogre from the folktale that does not care what people think of it and keeps fighting for its right to be respected regardless. Stronger being a very arbitrary word here, as the only specific goal he mentions (in the beginning) is able to stand up against his sister.

Now onto the whole "Kieran sees Ogrepon, the player, probably everyone but him, as an object" thing which... yeah no, he's not a sociopath kcngjtc

More precisely, the player character comes in as this cool person who has no trouble beating his sister in a battle. They don't seem to have all that much trouble socialising either. Good thing he doesn't know all the kewl stuff we did at Area Zero and all or he'd lose it completely. I think a big bonus is also that we're not from his town, so we don't have any bias against his ogre idol. So like, he's head over heels for us, he actually gets to hang out with us and warms up as we realise we're interested in his stories and all and wow. He's found an actual real friend omg. He might not be 100% aware of that, but that's all he really wanted. He wanted to befriend the ogre because it sounded like it would be someone to understand him. And now there's suddenly this super nice person who's taking that role.

But then suddenly, that person hangs out with his meanie sister and stops interacting with him almost entirely. I have a feeling that Carmine hanging out with people he'd want to befriend and them making fun of him is just a thing that happened before and that's why he jumps to that conclusion right away. Keep in mind, the reason Carmine came to us in the first place is literally to make fun of his lack of skills at the mini game lol.

So yeah, the reason Kieran is so massively pissed off is because he does view the player character as a human being, and one he really really liked and put up the courage to open up to, yet from his POV we shamelessly take advantage of that and leave him alone again to hang out with his sis instead. Would probably come off to him like you just pretended to be his friend because you had to and now you're hanging out with the cooler kids and giggle about how silly he looked when, idk, he asked to have a sandwich with you lol. Of course this is not what the player intended (or is meant to intend) and I too felt physical pain when the game gave me no option but to lie xD but I'm pretty sure you guys making up and giving each other another chance is what's gonna happen in Indigo Disk.

For Ogrepon, instead of as an object, I think he just keeps seeing the ogre from the story in her. You gotta remember that he never gets to properly interact with her, he doesn't even refer to her by her actual name like Carmine does once she learns it. He doesn't understand that, ironically just like him, what she really wants is just acceptance and a friend. He thinks that the reason she's distrusting of him is not because she has trust issues and needs to warm up first just like him, but because he isn't as strong as you are, the one she does trust much easier. He's so convinced that nothing in his life will change for the better until he's "stronger" that... presumably the Dokutaro thing somewhere during the mid point starts influencing him. Not like, straight up possession, but more it taking advantage of his instability and promising to give him the strength he wants if he does what it wants. Just like the dex entries of the loyal three says what happened to them. So Dokutaro moreso takes the role of some guy who's a really bad influence and convinces you to do things that will harm both you and others with some sneaky lil psychological tricks. Because I mean, self-sabotaging is something Kieran literally does around the time he presumably comes in contact with Dokutaro. He completely stops trying to talk to you, he boxes the furret he apparently raised from an egg, he doesn't come along to help beat the loyal three to get the masks. I wonder tbh, if Dokutaro was influencing him, if it didn't lead him away from helping with that on purpose, since it originally made the loyal three steal the masks in the first place. I guess that would also explain why he would have been fine with Ogrepon just going back to the cave so he could get the masks back later. And while there definitely is the whole jealousy aspect, I think it's also Dokutaro leading him into actions he wouldn't normally do to get the masks. Because if he gets the masks it'll give him what he wants or whatever. I think without the Dokutaro influence, honestly, he'd probably just have locked himself up in his room for the rest of the story after you lying and sobbed into his Furret pal's fur lmao.

Soo yeah, I think that's about it. They both have quite some issues and continue the trend of ScaVio characters that really need a therapist lol. I like Kieran especially though, he's really adorable despite having his own set of flaws of course. So I do hope the next part will take his (and Carmine's) story into a satisfying direction. And I better get to give him a hug because he needs one smh. Maybe Arven can make him some top tier candy apples. Oh oh yeah, noticed btw that he adds Dipplin to his team after he gave us a candy apple at the festival and told us there's a mon that looks like one? Pokémon likes to do storytelling via the team, so maybe the Dippling reminds him of our broship 😔😔

[sinestrosmind]

Dark OC Asks for Chief:

Excluding murder, what is the worst thing your OC has ever done?

7. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Dark OC Asks

1. Excluding murder, what is the worst thing your OC has ever done?

Mainverse and both Bad Futures, Chief hasn't done anything worse than murder/assassination thankfully. But ignoring that and everything related, Chief's also a thief. Usually he does reclaim jobs; someone has something that was wrongly taken from the client one way or another, and Chief goes and steals it back. Just like with his primary line of work, Chief's gotta find a way to justify it to himself. Make it morally right in the end.

But he's also more lenient thievery than with assassinations. If a thievery job pays well enough, he'll accept it because objects can be replaced. So, the worst thing Chief could possibly have done excluding his assassination jobs is accepting thievery jobs that don't have a reason other than the client going "I want this thing." No "I want this thing because it used to be my family's and Big Mama won't give it back" or "I want this thing because it was stolen from me and I can't get it back," just "I want this thing because shiny/pretty/expensive/flashy/ect" lmao

7. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Depending on what it is, Chief is willing to go pretty far.

For example, Mainverse Chief and his mutation. If a retromutagen was said to be in the works somewhere, he would do anything and everything he can to get his hands on it if he still wanted to go back to being human. If the EPF have made something, he'd go after it. He's broken into Big Mama's multiple times, what could the EPF have that she doesn't? They're just humans, after all, and Chief would be one again soon in that scenario.

Also, if one or both of his mates were taken from him, he would readily kill anyone who stands in his path to get them back. They are his.

Bad Futures, they'd do anything to both stop the war and get their mates back. Main Bad Future is dead, but in the time he has left alive and alone if there was a chance to end the war, even if it cost him his life, he'd take it so no one would have to suffer like he did. But if he had the chance to get his mates back instead, he'd also take that.

Dead Man Walking is similar, but considering he survives because he followed his orders and went with Jr to the past, he's gotten the one Main Bad Future wants. The war never fully started, it was stopped before it became unfixable. But... He's still missing his Flame and Softy. His younger self has them, and he watches them from time to time, making sure they don't get hurt while they're out and about because his younger self does not need to experience either of them being hurt, but he never directly interacts with them. It hurts too much.

Big Bro Chief wants to protect his brothers, protect his family, and he will go to the ends of the earth, to extensive lengths to protect them or avenge them if they're harmed. Post Movie, Chief's even turned on Splinter because he believes Splinter's choice to make Leo the leader with no preparation was why he pulled that self-sacrificial stunt. If someone- anyone- endangers or harms Big Bro Chief's little brothers, they're going to have one pissed off slider coming after them.

...Or yelling at them... Disowning them... Trying to attack them as he's held back by his human sister... Telling them that he was never their son, that in the moment he wouldn't have a dead little brother if they didn't appoint said little brother leader with no training, no preparation...

[fearhidden]

☂ (ashton&alara; ignore the first one where I didn’t specify 🤣)

send me ☂ + a ship, and I’ll tell you who...

yells at the other for leaving wet towels on the bed.

alara. she's probably very much guilty of this too, but obviously it's different when she does it lmao in his defense, it's probably her fault that he leaves wet towels on the bed anyway. if he's coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, she's not going to stand a chance. she's probably the one who takes it off of him and tosses it aside, but he gets yelled at for it because it was his towel lmao

whines when the other forgets what they wanted after going grocery shopping.

alara. she has no chill, but she definitely whines whenever she tells him to grab something and he forgets it. again, in his defense, she probably rattles something off last minute or is just in one of those moods where she wants something very specific and if she doesn't get it, she's whining about it.

leaves five half drank bottles of water in their room.

ashton. between the two of them, it just seems like he'd do it, but maybe not even on purpose. could be one of those things where she's stealing his water bottles, but again, since they were his to begin with? she's like? how about we finish a water every now and again lmao truly, ashton is a legend for putting up with her.

initiates a quickie while at somewhere they shouldn’t.

ashton. she can be overly focused and serious at times and he brings that playful part out of her, so it's him that initiates quickies and it's her who likes to try and claim they need to be serious, but she's inevitably caving because she can't resist his touch.

surprises the other with their favorite fast food for dinner.

ashton. it's something that alara would do for him, but it just seems like something that he'd do more often? he's a sweetheart and seems to be more in tune with that kind of stuff. plus, half of the time she's so work driven that she'd skip out on dinner if it wasn't for him reminding her to pull her head out of the law books every now and again.

is massively hungover after celebrating their anniversary.

both. it's one of those things where they're both incredibly happy and one shot leads to another and before they know it, it's the next morning and they're both crawling to the curtains to make sure they're closed tight.

argues for double stuffed Oreos over regular.

ashton. she would argue that oreos suck in general, but it seems like an argument that ashton would make lmao she'd tell him that chocolate chip cookies are much better, but she'd settle for the regular because the creme (add a pun in somewhere) is her least favorite part.

buys $200 worth of baby things after finding out they’re expecting.

ashton. he seems like the type that would panic buy things, while alara would need a moment to figure things out. she'd have no clue where to start, whereas he seems a bit more practical in figuring things out and taking it one step at a time?

insists that they each get their own popcorn at the cinema.

alara. she doesn't like to put any butter on her popcorn, but if he does, then she's definitely asking for her own bag. she does like to add more salt though, because she's a monster.

@blindspct — ashton lloyd + alara reis.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

tigers you are so right fuck

i honestly didnt know he had parents cause like one ep they mention how lunadeyis is his mom? i thought he had a dad just didnt know welp thats my TIL lmao

also, i think hed think on why the elders didnt want him up here. why they wouldnt want him to see the beauty of this scary horrifying world. why they kept him in the dark waters, unknowing of the bright beautiful colors above. the oversea, hidden, with its strong magic and more enchanting landscape. from the manmade buildings that towered above him, to the small flowers grown with asters help, this was all here and amazing to gill. and he never would have known.

and it maybe hits him that this beauty is exactly why they hid it. they had to have known he would have loved it all, and itd get him stuck to the choice destiny says he must make. itd make it all the harder to choose the undersea, so they hid it.

and maybe gillion when banished just laid there because he didnt know how to feel. he heard from finns stories about how the sun is warm above, and he knew he trained for lunadeyis, but by the goddesses how he fell for the idea of feeling asters touch. her warm beams of light rejuvenating every part of his body. and the sky, how itd change colors throughout the day, how itd generally change each day. maybe he had to stop thinking about it because the elders didnt want him curious, they wanted him focused. but he thought about it. and he still does.

and look where it got you, he once may have thought as he looked up into a sky which wasnt home. it was a blue sky, looking down at him and his failures. look where you are now, as asters rays mercilessly covered him, pinching his skin and threatening his eyes.

maybe it happened after a second of adjusting or when that hand came, but what he wont tell you is how it was all he hoped to, because the sin of repeating mistakes from before was one of the worst. an ignorance to learn from it all. the sky was slightly cloudy, gillion recalled, and its blue shone into his eyes, bright and gorgeous. the clouds werent ones of anger, gillion swore they felt slightly sympathic, as though they said "we understand you, and we listen to you". the sun wasn't even pinching him. it covered him like a sheet, a warmth and energy flowed through him, and the happy motivation made him want to cry because it was like the universe was punishing him with this beauty. "in your time of darkness, let me give you strength to smile on", the universe said, and gillion didnt want to listen. he wanted to scream. he wanted to swim down and beg for forgiveness. he wanted to melt away. so many things that gillion just didnt know what to do. should he be happy? he got what he wanted. should he be sad? hes in trouble for doing his job.

then he sees the hand, and at first hes nervous. maybe theres a bit of yelling on deck, but when he reaches chips eyes, theyre just kind. they slightly remind him of edyn. and hes hesitant to join them. but the kind eyes of this stranger, he feels inclined to come aboard, even if his senses are being overloaded and he cant smell if this man is evil or not.

maybe gill draws his blade, or just keeps his hand on it. and he asks similar to the book, "are you my punishment? how badly have i sinned? is this hell?". and he knows hes outmatched and the armor on him is so heavy and he wants to just colapse and give in to the tiredness. but he has to be alert, they may have just trapped him there. but they start laughing, as though they arent scared and it makes gill feel less scared for some reason. and rather then throwing him away, they immediately say that hes fine with them here and hes now apart their crew, if he accepts. and gillion, untrusting and scared, says yes. destiny maybe needed him here, or he just needed somewhere to go besides just floating around. for him and pretzel. and hes alert so long, yet they dont even look at their weapons. they ask questions and hes just answering, getting used to this.

and he sleeps soundly. and hes not in danger. and it lasts the next night, and the next, and gillion feels like aster, shining behind this boys head that first day, has taken mercy rather then be upset that hes working with her enemy. and maybe the world wants him happy. so he smiles. and the goddess has blessed him with the best pirates the sea can offer, kind and caring. and he smiles.

and now, he smiles. his destiny is his for a reason. not the elders, not the goddesses, his. and hes using it for this. and gillion tidestrider, champion of the undersea, hero of the deep, is who he is by his own hard work, and by lunadeyis is he proud of everything the light can shine upon, especially himself.

Hmmmmmmmmmm

Gillion sitting up on the deck late one night, thinking about the elders and the progression of his life. He thinks about his family, and how he was ripped away from them. He wonders if his parents would be proud, if Edyn is.

He thinks about for how long he’s been barred from finding joy in things beyond fighting and being Champion. He wonders what sort of things he would have enjoyed. Maybe he would have liked to create, rather than destroy.

He thinks about his life after the Elders, and how openly Chip and Jay welcomed him. He thinks about how much he loves them, how eternally greatful that they were there to pull him out of the sea that night.

Does that, subsequently, mean he’s grateful that the Elders threw him away? He supposes that he doesn’t really know. At the time, he surely wasn’t, but maybe now it isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe this is the path that he was always supposed to go down. Maybe after so long, Lunadeyis beckoned him to the surface, and that’s why things unfolded the way they had.

Idk I’m just thinking about Gillion’s Life and his relationship with Destiny. Maybe it was never supposed to happen this way (maybe Falyn and Reed were meant to raise him, all the bravery of Falyn’s sharks, but all the tender care that it takes to grow a garden), or maybe this is exactly the way the gods intended it. Maybe he was supposed to learn the importance of love from a couple of pirates who didn’t have much elsewhere to go.

[heytherejulietx]

the last of the time lords - eleventh doctor

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“Biggest market in the universe!” The Doctor announced as he flung the doors of the TARDIS open, though he paused at the sight in front of him. It definitely was a market, not Earth, but the lack of people and no more than ten stalls probably hinted towards it not being so big. He glanced back towards the console, and the TARDIS whirred in response. She had brought them there on purpose, whatever for, and for a moment he had to smile. Hundreds of years had passed and she could still surprise him.

Amy had her arms crossed beside him, and he watched as she huffed in annoyance before his smile dropped. An annoyed Amy was not something he found pleasant. In fact she could get quite scary. “Not very big, is it?”

“Well… no, but-”

“You’ve landed in the wrong place again, haven’t you?”

The Doctor huffed and straightened his jacket as he stepped out of the box, Amy in tow. “It wasn’t my fault, I can fly her just fine,” He jutted his chin out in defence. “She brought us here. I suppose someone wants to see us,” Amy was still frowning, so he rolled his eyes as he moved an arm around her shoulders and led her forwards. “Come along Pond, don’t pout.”

“Everytime we land somewhere that we’re not supposed to, something bad happens.” She grumbled.

“We’re in a lovely little market, Amelia, I’m sure nothing is going to-”

“Stop! Thief!”

The yell that broke off The Doctor’s words came from a few market stalls away, and he ignored Amy’s “I told you so” look as he leaned up in an attempt to see where the shouting was coming from. A few more shouts followed, before a middle-aged woman broke through the market stalls in front of Amy and The Doctor. She looked frightened, eyes wide in fear, and for a moment she just looked so familiar, but realistically he knew that he had never seen this woman before in his life. She was human, or at least she looked human; she was probably around Amy’s height, with considerably tanned skin and long blonde hair. But her clothes were from all over the place, all pulled from different time zones and parts of the galaxy. The most notable piece was the black jacket she wore, that had clearly come from the twenty-second century on earth. Part of him wondered how she had managed to travel to another planet before humanity had even spread among the stars, but he remembered Amy stood beside him and shook his head. Maybe she was a traveller like Amy, who was travelling with somebody else. Another shout followed, much closer, and the woman stumbled closer to them.

“Help me,” She seemed close to tears, and that was all it took for Amy to have stepped forwards, gesturing the woman over with a concerned look. “Please.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Amy guided the woman over, and just as The Doctor was about to ask his own question, a few officers stepped out in front of them, guns in hand. The woman visibly flinched, and The Doctor gently pushed her behind him.

“Woah, is there a need for guns? Really?”

“She is a thief, and she will need to be apprehended.” The closest officer spoke, in the language of the Rogell people he realised, but when he looked back at the woman she was frowning.

“That’s not true,” She whispered, frightened as she gripped onto Amy’s arm. “They’re lying.”

The officers stepped closer, guns raised, and The Doctor pushed Amy behind him as well whilst he frantically searched through his pockets. “Hang on! Don’t shoot!” His fingers clasped around what he wanted, and he pulled out his psychic paper and turned it towards the officers. “I’m Officer John Smith and this,” He reached back and patted Amy’s head. “is my associate; Ms. Pond. We’re with the Shadow Proclamation, and we’re here to apprehend this thief ourselves. She’s off your hands.”

The officers looked unsure for another moment, but as soon as the first officer lowered their gun, the rest followed. None of them said anything as they all walked away, and The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief as he turned back to the girls.

“Alright, that was a close one,” He chuckled, though the woman was still frowning. “What?”

“Are you actually with the Shadow Proclamation?”

The Doctor shook his head with a grin, and showed her the psychic paper. “No, they just think I am. It’s-”

“Psychic paper, nice,” He blinked at the woman’s remark. If she was human, how could she have known it was psychic? He shared a confused glance with Amy as the woman carried on. “Good trick, I need to get myself one, it’d keep me out of a hell of a lot of trouble.”

The Doctor cleared his throat and nodded as he stuffed it back into his pocket. “Okay, so um-” He waved a hand in her direction.

“Y/N.” She supplied.

“Y/N, why were those officers framing you for theft?”

The woman laughed, relaxed, and pulled a necklace out of her pocket. Why did he know so many thieves? “Because I stole this.”

Amy giggled beside him, and he shot her a glare. “Oh my god, you just helped a thief! That’s great,” She patted his shoulder, before she moved closer to see the necklace, her fingers stretched out to touch it. “That’s gorgeous.”

The necklace looked familiar, and it only took a moment for him to realise what exactly Y/N had in her hand. “Wait Amy don’t,” His eyes widened in a panic as he smacked her hand away (and ignored the look he got in return) before he snatched the necklace from the woman’s hand, despite her protests. “Is that… how did you get a warp star?” There shouldn’t have been a warp star being kept in a market of all places, especially if it wasn’t kept safe enough to be stolen by a thief.

“I stole it, don’t you listen?” She huffed and tried to snatch it back, but The Doctor kept the necklace out of her reach. The last thing he needed was for someone to get their hands on that, especially someone unreliable. He knew nothing about this woman, but the fact that she had stolen something and tricked him into helping her didn’t really get her into his good books.

“What’s a warp star?” Amy asked beside him.

“It’s a warp fold conjugation trapped in a carbonised shell, disguised as a normal necklace,” He explained, but sighed at Amy’s confused expression. “It’s a contained explosion that can be detonated, it’s a disaster waiting to happen..”

“Yeah, and it’s mine.” Y//N glared at him, but he shook his head

“No. I don’t know why a warp star would be on a planet like this, but I can’t leave it here. An old friend of mine almost destroyed a whole Dalek Crucible with one of these, it can’t be left just lying around,” The Doctor carefully tucked the warp star into one of his many bigger on the inside pockets of his jacket to make sure it would be safe before he could find a home for it on the TARDIS, before he clapped his hands together. “Right, I’ll put this somewhere that it’ll be safe. And I’m gonna drop you off somewhere that you’ll be safe.” He gestured to Y/N, and watched as she frowned in confusion.

“Why? You told them you handled the situation, they’ll lay off.” She shrugged.

“They’re Rogell people - love themselves a bounty, so you’ve probably got one over your head right now. Best to get you out of here so we don’t find out,” He didn’t want to scare her by mentioning that the bounty was to kill her, as he seriously doubted that she was from the planet. “Alright, come on, this way,” He gestured towards the TARDIS, and led the woman behind Amy to step inside. “Now, tell me, where’s home Y/N?”

Once they were in the box he stepped around the girls to move towards the console, and hoped Amy would deal with the oncoming “It’s bigger on the inside”. But there was nothing. No gasp, no questions, no surprise. He turned around to face her and she was leaning against the railing, unbothered. It was like she either hadn’t noticed, or she was used to it. But she couldn’t be, it was Time Lord technology. The only other people in the universe that would be used to it were the Time Lords, and they were all gone.

“Home? Sorry, no can do,” She shook her head, but for a moment The Doctor just stared at her in confusion. He had to admit, he liked the wonder that the TARDIS gave people. It was disappointing when there was no reaction. He shared a look with Amy, and she looked just as shocked as him. “What? Never met a runaway before?” Y/N scoffed.

“And what is there to run from on Earth, exactly?”

Y/N practically recoiled from his comment, her face twisted in disgust. “You don’t think I’m human, do you? That’s just insulting!” Amy scowled, but she seemed to ignore the redhead. “Wait, do I actually look human? Please say I don’t.”

The Doctor scrunched his eyebrows together as he looked at her. “If you’re not human then what are you?”

“Bit of a personal question, don’t you think?” Y/N raised her eyebrows at him, and opened her mouth to say something else, though she paused as her hand searched her pocket. A groan passed her lips, and she pushed herself off of the railing. “I need to grab something that I forgot, hold on.”

She had already started walking out of the TARDIS, so The Doctor just scrambled to follow after her just in case there were bounty hunters nearby, but Amy caught his arm before he could leave.

“Doctor,” The redhead was frowning in confusion. “It’s a bit weird, isn’t it? The TARDIS didn’t bother her, she could see the psychic paper, and she’s not human? Who is she?”

The Doctor sighed, and shrugged as he led Amy out of the TARDIS with him. “I don’t know. I’m figuring it out.”

The market was quieter as The Doctor and Amy started to follow after Y/N, oddly quiet. It honestly made him uneasy as he glanced around at the people there. He shot them a smile, but they all just stared as he walked past them. Something was wrong, and he didn’t want to stay any longer than necessary. His hand gently curled around Amy’s forearm to keep her close. They had already lost Rory, not that she remembered of course, but he didn’t know what he would do if he lost her too.

“Stay close,” He spoke just loud enough so that Amy could hear him. “As soon as we have Y/N we’re getting out of here.”

Y/N emerged from an empty market stall just as they walked closer, relief spread over her expression. “Alright, got it. We can go now, Smith.” He opened his mouth to tell her that John Smith wasn’t his real name, though he simply stared at what she had in her hand.

“You came back for that? That’s scraps!” It really did look like she had just taped together a bunch of different metal parts into a sort of… oblong shape.

“Hey, it’s not scraps!” Y/N pointed the oblong at him, and once she had pressed a button the end lit up in a bright purple and made a whirring sound. But that sound was too familiar, like everything else about her, and The Doctor’s eyes widened as he stared at her. “It’s a sonic, you moron.”

“You…” Nothing about her made sense. She wasn’t human but looked human, the TARDIS seemed like she had walked into a shed instead of a bigger on the inside time machine, and she had a sonic oblong. “How do you have a sonic screwdriver?”

“Sonic screwdriver?” She laughed. “What idiot makes a screwdriver sonic?” If she noticed that his expression had dropped into a scowl, she didn’t mention it. “It’s a sonic.”

“A sonic what?”

“Just a sonic.”

“Well that’s a bit rubbish isn’t it?” The Doctor scoffed, and took the sonic thing from her hands. She had clearly built it herself, but… no, it couldn’t be. He moved it closer to his eyes to inspect the pieces there, and looked back up at her with a shocked expression. “This is Time Lord technology. How do you have Time Lord technology?”

Y/N huffed and snatched the sonic from his hands and stuffed it back into her pocket. “You don’t have any boundaries on people’s stuff, do you?” She glared at him and opened her mouth to say something else, though the market around them fell completely silent as a gunshot pierced through the air and dominated the noise. The Doctor flinched and felt as Amy grabbed onto his arm in surprise, and for a moment the silence dragged on.

Until Y/N dropped to the floor beside them.

“Nice shot,” Y/N groaned as her arms covered her stomach, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. “Normally they- they have to shoot a few times before they hit me.”

The Doctor fell down beside her on his knees, his eyes wide as shaking hands moved to gently touch her arm. Oh god, not again. He couldn’t have someone else die under his protection. First Rory, and now her too? His hands carefully pulled her arms away from her stomach to see where she had been hit, and cringed at the wound. Blood had already stained through her shirt, sticking the material to the gunshot wound. Her arms, which had moved to cover the wound, were covered in her own blood. His face paled at the realisation; if he didn’t do anything quickly, then she was going to die.

“Y/N,” His voice was shaky as he looked up at her face. Her eyes had slipped shut, and he placed his hand against her cheek gently. “Hey, look at me, you’ll be okay. I’m gonna help.”

She squinted her eyes open to see him, her breathing heavy. “I’m fine, just go.” She grunted.

“Doctor, what you said about the bounty, it was one of those guards.” Amy’s panicked voice came from behind him, but he couldn’t focus on her. He had to keep Y/N alive.

“Hey, don’t give up now,” He forced a smile, and pressed his free hand against her stomach to stop the blood flow, and tried to ignore the gasp of pain that left her lips as he did so. “I have a med-bay on my ship, I can help you.”

“John, I’m fine, please-“

“That’s the spirit, you’ll be fine,” The Doctor removed his shaking hand from her cheek, and crouched beside her as he worked an arm underneath her knees, and the other behind her back. “Amy, get the TARDIS doors open.” His voice was strained, and once he heard her footsteps running to the box he got his footing and lifted Y/N into his arms.

“Please,” She was crying, he realised as he looked down at her, and tried to keep her steady as he walked, but he didn’t miss her quiet grunts of pain as he accidentally jolted her whilst he walked. “I’m- I’m fine- just leave me-“

“No,” He grit his teeth as he reached the TARDIS, and kicked the doors shut with his foot as he carried her inside. “I’m not leaving you to die.”

Amy was stood by the console with a panicked look on her face, the same look she had when Rory had been shot, and he winced at the thought. That wasn’t helping. He couldn’t get emotional now, if he had learned anything over the years it was that being emotional got people killed.

He hadn’t even reached the steps up to the console when Y/N flinched in pain, and caused him to fall to his knees, leaving her on the floor. Her entire body was trembling, her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. There was no doubt about it; she was dying. His breathing came in short breaths as he looked down at her, his jaw clenched as the familiar feeling of tears tingled along his waterline. He noticed that Amy had ran down towards them as soon as Y/N had hit the floor, and she crouched on the woman’s other side.

“John,” Y/N gasped, and at that point he didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t his name. “You- you need to get away from me.”

“No, come on, we’re almost there we can help you-”

“I don’t need your help, I can fix myself. You need to step away or I’ll hurt you.” Her words trembled with the pain that she was in, but he could tell in her tone that she wasn’t lying. His eyebrows had furrowed in confusion to what she meant, but the oncoming words died on his tongue when he saw that her hands were glowing.

Oh.

Oh.

But that wasn’t possible. The Time Lords were all dead, he had killed them all during the Time War. It was impossible that he had a Time Lord in front of him… though it was all making sense. She seemed familiar since he had seen her, even if he didn’t recognise her face, and she hadn’t been surprised by the TARDIS, and she had her own sonic. His eyes met hers, and he couldn’t help the emotion that shoved it’s way through his chest and made his eyes fill with tears. She was a Time Lord… a regenerating Time Lord.

“Amy, get back,” His hand reached for his friend’s arm, and he quickly helped her to her feet. He stepped back, stumbling up the stairs towards the console, before he stopped her in front of the seats. “When it happens, duck behind here.”

“When what happens?”

“Can’t miss it, Pond.”

Y/N had stood up at that point. Her whole body trembled as she stretched her arms out, her breaths coming in sharp inhales and exhales. Her eyes met The Doctor’s, and she smiled. “Sorry in advance.” She breathed out.

“For what?”

“The mess.” With that, her head was forced back by the blast of regeneration energy, and she screamed as the golden glow exploded from her limbs. Her body almost completely fell back with the force of the regeneration energy, and she didn’t stop screaming the whole time. It was odd, watching somebody else regenerate. He had been on his own for so long, without the Time Lords for so long, that he had forgotten what it looked like to see somebody else regenerate.

The explosion of power had started sparking things in the TARDIS, smashing glass as the room trembled, and he ducked down beside Amy on the floor, where she had covered her head with her arms. He covered her head with his own arms too, and didn’t move until the regeneration had stopped.

It took him a moment to force his arms away from Amy and to get to his feet. When he stood up, he would be stood face to face with a Time Lord (that didn’t want to kill him) for the first time in hundreds of years. Could he have known her back on Gallifrey? Were they friends? Was she going to hate him for what he did? Amy seemed to sense his apprehension, as he felt her hand against his arm, and only with her support did he manage to bring himself to his feet.

The newly regenerated woman looked completely different to her previous face. Her age had lessened, not drastically, but she looked to be no more than a few years older than Amy. She had gotten smaller, too; which he only realised due to the jacket that once fit her, as it hung from her frame unevenly and too big. She took a moment, her hands against her chest as she breathed heavily, and he didn’t take his eyes from her as she started checking herself over.

“Doctor…” Amy hadn’t let go of his arm. “Did she just-“

“Yep.”

“But that means she’s a-“

“Yeah.”

“But you said-“

“I know.” The Doctor took a deep breath himself through the nerves that settled in his stomach. Y/N had said that she was a runaway, like him, so had she fled when the war got too much for her?

“Wow, okay, haven’t done that in a while,” Her voice had changed too, he realised. It was smoother than before, less… screechy. She took a look down at herself, and once she had adjusted her jacket and noticed that her trouser legs were longer on her she groaned. “Oh come on, I’m short? I didn’t want to be short, I hate being short!”

The Doctor stepped away from Amy and down the stairs towards where Y/N was. She looked up at him as he approached and grinned, gesturing around her.

“Sorry for the uh, for the explosion. I’d pay for damages and all but I’m sure you wouldn’t appreciate stolen money,” She chuckled, before she paused. “Do I steal anymore? Oh god, please don’t say I have morals now.”

Y/N moved to step towards him, though her leg gave out and she fell with a light gasp. He hurried forwards and caught her before she hit the floor, and sent her a reassuring smile. “Gotcha, you’re okay.”

“Sorry, steering’s a bit off, I always forget about that,” She cleared her throat, and stood up properly again. “Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, morals-“

The next time she fell it was because she passed out, and once again he caught her before she hit the floor. She was limp in his arms and he gently eased an arm underneath her knees to hold her up against himself.

“Is she okay?” Amy sounded panicked as she leaned over the railing to look at him.

“She’s fine, it’s just the excess of regeneration energy running through her system. You saw what I was like when we first met; you either go like that, or you shut down for a while,” He took in a deep breath as he cradled her to his chest, and started to head up the steps. “I’m gonna get her settled in a spare bedroom, I know I’ve got some knocking about somewhere.”

-

The Doctor was getting a headache, and he never got headaches. The whole situation hadn’t left his mind for the two-days-and-counting that Y/N had been asleep. He was assuming that she hadn’t regenerated in a long while, which was why she had slept for so long. He had offered to drop Amy home, because he couldn’t leave the TARDIS with Y/N there, but the redhead had refused. He hadn’t seen her much since, so he assumed that she had been entertaining herself in the games room.

At first, the thought of there being another Time Lord left was exhilarating - he wasn’t alone. For hundreds of years he had thought that he was alone in the universe, aside from The Master, but that had never ended well. But there was someone else. They could have been friends once on Gallifrey when they were children, or fought beside each other in the war. The realisation that he wasn’t alone had been amazing.

Until he sat and thought about it.

He had been the one to end the war, to kill all of the Time Lords. They were alone in the universe because of him, so did she blame him? Once she knew who he was, was she going to resent him? Would he be alone again when he inevitably ran far away from him?

He’d had days to ponder it, and eventually the thought had strangled him so bad that he had to land the TARDIS just to get some fresh air and calm down. It was somewhere in the English Countryside, he realised when he opened the doors, and inhaled deeply as he sat down on the step of the TARDIS, his shoes in the grass.

He hadn’t realised that Amy had come over until she sat down beside him, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head when he felt it settle against his shoulder, fiery hair tickling his chin. He felt guilty, since she was there, that he had left her alone for two days whilst he drowned in his own self-pity, and gently moved an arm around her.

“What’s wrong, raggedy man?” The nickname made him smile softly into her hair, and he closed his eyes as he leaned against her. “Is it about Y/N? I’m sure she’s fine.”

The Doctor shook his head, and sighed as he opened his eyes again and looked out of the doors at the countryside. “She is fine,” He nodded. “She’ll be splendid once she’s had a good sleep, and she’ll be back on her feet in no time.”

“Then what’s wrong? I know that face, I can tell something’s up. Maybe I can help.”

“Oh Amelia,” His Amelia, who had been wanting to follow him up to the stars since she was a little girl. The first face his face saw. How he loved her. She was so selfless, without even realising it, and he was so thankful that she would always be there for him. But this wasn’t something she could help him with. The weight on his shoulders from the war had settled there for so long, he couldn’t ease any of it off and give it to Amy. “I’m afraid this is something I have to sort on my own.”

“Then I’ll listen. What’s on your mind?” Amy had turned to face him, and he could see in her eyes that she was one-hundred percent serious. It made him smile to know that she cared so deeply for him.

The Doctor shifted to face her properly too, with his back against the open door of the TARDIS, and gently took Amy’s hand when it was offered to him. “I’ve told you about the war… what I did,” She nodded in response, and he took in a deep breath. “I thought that there was nobody left, that I was on my own. And I mean, of course I’m happy there’s someone else. Even if she’s, uh, picked up some illegal tendencies. I’ve got a book on law in the library that she can have a read through, when she wakes up I’ll pop in and-“

“Doctor, you’re getting off track.”

“Right, yes, sorry,” He sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. He stayed silent for a moment as his fingers fidgeted with Amy’s, but she didn’t rush him. She stayed silent and waited for him to speak again. “When she finds out what I did… that I was the one who… she’ll resent me and I- I don’t know what to do. Or what if she does stay? I don’t know if I could look her in the eyes every day knowing that we’re the last Time Lords because of me. It’s different when I was alone, I could ignore it, I didn’t have to look myself in the face every day, settled as a reminder of being the last.”

Amy didn’t respond at first, and just pulled him into a hug. He didn’t realise how much he needed the physical contact until then, and buried his face into her hair as he gripped onto her tightly. Despite the English Countryside sat out in front of them, Amy gave him his first breath of fresh air in days, and his eyes closed again as he leaned against her.

“Doctor, I think she’ll be just as relieved as you are that she’s found someone,” Amy mumbled into his shoulder. “I know you hate being patient, but I think you just need to wait until she wakes up and see what happens. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

-

It was another ten hours before Y/N finally woke up. Amy had gone off to bed a few hours before, and he had tried to distract himself by playing some tennis in the console room, but he discovered quite quickly that it wasn’t as fun with just one person. The console had flashed pink, letting him know that Y/N was awake, and he looked up as she approached from the stairs that led to the bedrooms. She was still in the same clothes as before, minus the jacket. He noticed the bloodied bullet hole on her shirt, and realised he’d need to take her down to the wardrobe so she could get some new clothes.

“Hey, glad to see you awake.” The Doctor sent her a smile, and tried to ignore the feeling that began to strangle him again.

“Yeah, sorry about kind of exploding earlier and everything,” She laughed, and stepped down towards the console. “I didn’t scare you, did I? Humans tend to be freaked out by that.”

The Doctor blinked at her. “You think I’m human?” He’d have thought that the TARDIS would have been a pretty big sign that he wasn’t. “That’s really rude! I have a TARDIS!”

“Yeah, I know! I think it’s pretty amazing what you Time Agents can get your hands on these days.”

“Time Agent?” The Doctor scowled and crossed his arms. “That’s insulting, I’m not a Time Agent.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him, questioning. “Then what are you?”

The Doctor hesitated. This was it, the defining moment of whether she’d hate him or be happy to see him. He took in a deep breath, and stepped towards her slowly. He held his hand out towards her, palm up, and met her confused eyes. “Give me your hand.” She gave him her hand after an odd look, and he gently gripped it between his fingers before he placed her palm against his chest. His hearts were drumming wildly against his ribs; there was no way that she couldn’t understand.

“But…” Her eyes met his, wide, and she kept her palm against his chest for another moment. He could see the focus in her eyes as she counted the beats. “You have two hearts… that’s impossible.” Her eyes started to fill with tears, and after a moment she pulled her hand away and stepped backwards. “You’re… you’re a Time Lord.”

The Doctor nodded slowly, and a soft smile made its way to his face. “Yes.” He swallowed.

Y/N stared at him for another moment, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “But I- I don’t understand… I’m the last, I didn’t think there was anybody else…” She ran a hand through her hair and exhaled deeply, and the next time she looked at him she was grinning. “You’re a Time Lord!” She was laughing, and before he could even respond she had flung herself at him in a hug. Her arms were tight, and her relief bled through the hug and right through to him. The Doctor held her as tightly as she held him, his face pressed into her shoulder as she squeezed him.

Neither of them let go for a long moment, and The Doctor sighed as a smile crossed across his expression. He had assumed he would never feel like that again; filled with a sense of familiarity that only Gallifrey could give him. He’d found his kind again. The thought was enough to spin her around in the hug, and she giggled as she squeezed him even tighter before she let him go.

“I thought I was alone this whole time, blimey this is brilliant!” The Doctor grinned, and bounced on the balls of his feet as he looked at her.

“I ran away from home as soon as I was old enough; I’d just turned one-hundred and managed to snag a vortex manipulator, and just went wandering. And then I heard about the war and I couldn’t bring myself to go back… and then Gallifrey fell and I kept on running. But then my bloody vortex manipulator broke so I got stuck on the planet where you found me,” Y/N was rambling at an intense speed, and for a moment The Doctor wondered if that was what it was like to speak to him. Amy would have probably said yes. “Oh but this is amazing, I can’t believe there’s someone else!” She pulled him into another hug, and his smile fell slightly as he held her close.

“and then Gallifrey fell…” He winced, and swallowed thickly as he leaned back enough to look at her.

“Y/N, what’s your name?” He asked. “The name you chose, I mean.”

She paused for a moment and shook her head. “I- I don’t know… I’ve been running for so long that I forgot, I guess… I remember my real name, my Gallifreyan name, but there’s only one time I’d be able to tell you that,” She smirked, before she paused. “Oh, am I flirty now? That’s new, never been flirty before.”

He managed a brief smile of entertainment before he cleared his throat. “My name is The Doctor,” He paused for a moment, and didn’t miss the way her face fell. “And I… Y/N I’m sorry but I-“

He cut himself off when she hugged him again. But it wasn’t like before, all giggles and tight squeezes, it was an embrace. Full of comfort and sorrow. He held her carefully, strangled by the nervousness again. When she had finally pulled back to look at him, there were tears in her eyes.

“Oh Doctor,” She gasped. “I know what you did… I’ve heard stories but, but I assumed you didn’t survive either…” Y/N didn’t look angry or resentful towards him, if anything she looked apologetic. “I’m so sorry you had to do that, I wouldn’t have been able to. You’re so brave.”

The next time they hugged was because he pulled her into him, and held her tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut. Over all of the years since the war, the reactions to what he had done were mixed. Some people muttered “genocide” under their breath with a dirty look, others were angry, and some were even disgusted - but nobody had ever been sorry. The apology settled a lump in his throat, and his next smile was easier as he held her close. “Thank you.” The words were thick with tears, and only a moment longer he held her, before he pulled back and wiped his eyes with a deep breath.

“Right, you need new clothes,” He needed a moment to himself to be emotional alone, and she really did need new clothes. “Go down that corridor and turn right four times, left once, and past the arcade is the wardrobe. Can’t miss it,” He send her a grin, and she returned the expression with a nod. “As soon as you’re dressed and Amy is up - you’ll love her, but I’d be careful not to set her off as she can get quite frightening - we can go wherever you like. All of time and space.”

Y/N smiled and nodded her head. “Thank you.” She leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, gave him one last smile, before she turned and headed towards the wardrobe.

The Doctor cleared his throat and wiped his eyes with his palms, despite the smile on his face. His fingers brushed against the console as he walked around it, occasionally pressing a few buttons to prepare the TARDIS for flight. “Right old girl, we might have some extra company for a while.” The ship whirred in response, and he grinned as he pulled a lever.

He wasn’t alone.

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Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 5

Next Chapters: Part 6, Part 7

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4

Author's Note: Well, I finally added Kate. I don't know how most people interpret her character, so I kind of used my own take on it. I’m thinking she’s probably around 26-27 years old, while Toby is like 20-23? And Tim and Brian are somewhere in between.

I just wanted some evil women to be in this too. And idk if her “advice” makes sense to everybody, but I know a lot of people who are around Kate’s age, and most of them HATE texting. I’ve received lectures similar to what she says so many times in my life lmao.

And this chapter may feel a bit rushed but… let’s just say it’s because I’m very excited to write the plot I set up for the next one. Cross-posted on my Ao3 account.

Warnings: Swearing. Brief descriptions of self-harm (like punching walls? idk if that counts). Sexual themes towards the end. (3,086 words).

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 Toby was furious.

 His thoughts were incoherent, an angry whirlwind of emotions. Nothing went the way he’d planned.

After he left your home, he marched back to the cabin to process what had happened. Of course, that only ended with him trashing the place. He screamed at nothing, threw everything in sight, and punched holes in the walls until finally, his body gave out.

Now he sat on the floor, back up against the wall, panting to catch his breath. For the first time in a long time, he felt tears threatening to form.

 You had rejected him.

 You didn’t feel the same.

 He was sure you had been flirting back with him. Every glance you took in his direction, all the times you made contact with his skin. He genuinely thought he’d picked up on some clever hint to kiss you. To make a move. A grand gesture of romance.

But he was wrong.

He fucked up.

And then he made the mistake of trying to call your “bluff”. Which only made you angrier.

The shock of being yelled at had been too much for him to deal with. And he reacted like he always did in those types of situations. With wrath. How could you possibly trust him after this?

Oh god, and you’d seen his face.

That horrific scar.

His heart tightened at the memory. He could barely breathe.

Fuck.

He needed to talk to you again.

If he just explained himself and apologized, you’d come around, right?  Give him another chance? It was only a misunderstanding. A tiny blip in what would become an intense love affair between the two of you. Something you’d both laugh at later down the road.

Toby shakily got up from the wooden floor, still exhausted from the outburst. Where was his phone? He had to find it immediately.

Frantically, his eyes scanned over every surface that it could be on. Did he throw it at one point? He couldn’t remember.

Tossing aside a few pillows, he finally recognized the black case on the ground.

The screen was cracked. Relief washed over him when the tiny monitor lit up; it still worked.

There was your name in his contact list, along with a couple others, but your conversation was the only one saved. The only person he wanted to form a real emotional bond with.

His fingers started to type on their own. Toby needed to resolve the issue as soon as possible. He couldn’t take it anymore.

‘I’m sorry about tonight’

The first text. It needed to be an apology. He needed to start off by admitting his fault.

‘I have trouble controlling my feelings. And I get scared when I’m rejected. I like you SO much (Y/N). I feel like such an ass, especially for scaring you. I don’t want you to be scared of me. Please please please give me another chance. I’ll make it up to you I swear.’

He waited for your response.

It didn’t come.

No.

This wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be happening. He had to see you again. You HAD to be in his life in some way.

Toby paced around his home, chewing on his cheek. Blood gushed down his face from the gnawed flesh.

You were just busy right now. Probably talking to your friend.

That must be it.

You wouldn’t just ignore him like this. After all the moments the two of you shared together, he must’ve meant something to you.

 The phone buzzed.

 A reply.

 ‘Thank you for the apology, but there’s no way for me to know if it’s sincere. I feel like you could be using it to guilt me. I just can’t believe what you say Toby, and I think it’s better for both of us if we don’t see each other again. I wish you the best, and hopefully, you can learn from this in the future.’

His heart stopped.

 ….Oh God no.

 “NO! NO! NO!” He punched the wall next to him until his knuckles bled, painting the plaster with red streaks. “YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! You… can’t…”

He started to cry.

Now the floodgates opened, and an ugly sob came from the boy. Curling up on a ratty couch, Toby shoved his face in the cushions to muffle the sounds.

He never did learn how to manage his feelings properly. He knew that there was some kind of mental illness that made it difficult for him. His fucked-up head, he thought bitterly. Controlled by The Operator and controlled by his disorders. There was always something preventing him from having people in his life.

Would he always be this lonely?

 Bang!

 Bang!

 Bang!

 Someone pounded on the front door.

 Toby peeked his head up from the sofa.

Who could that be?

Shit. He hoped it wasn’t Tim. That was the last person he needed to see in this state. But he had to talk to whoever it was in case there was a job.

A grin settled on his face.

Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.

A little sadistic fun never hurt, well at least not him anyways. It could help him relieve some of these thoughts. Take them out on somebody else.

Maybe this would prove to be a good thing.

The door swung open, the visitor being too impatient to wait any longer.

Long matted dark brown hair that was almost black, hazel eyes, camping gear strapped to the back.

It was Kate.

“Toby! You home? Sorry, I let myself in I-” She stopped mid-sentence, noticing the mess surrounding her, dark stare settling on the culprit.

“Holy shit what happened here?” She let out a worried laugh. “It looks like a tornado came through. Are you okay? Did you have another episode?”

The older proxy dropped her bags and walked over, kneeling to get a better look at his condition. Toby was slumped over, sluggishly sitting up, refusing to look directly at her. Ashamed to be seen in such a vulnerable way.

Kate was the nicest person he had in his life. Besides you. After all, she was still a proxy.

The problem was that she was hardly ever around. Unlike him, or even Tim and Brian, Kate never settled down in one place for long. She was nomadic, carrying all her earthly possessions in a backpack. Being the fastest and most agile proxy, it was easy for her to hunt individual trespassers and take them down, so she was almost always on the job.

However, once in a blue moon she would stop in to see him. Kate and Toby had a somewhat strong connection. Not unlike how Tim and Brian were attached to each other, and while Brian could be nice to Toby at times, he mostly did it out of necessity. Kate, on the other hand, was kind to Toby in ways that reminded him of his older sibling. Not that he liked comparing her to Laura… or was it Lyra? Sometimes he had a hard time remembering the name. That’s what his journal was for.

“Do you want to talk about it? I won’t make fun of you. No matter how tempted I am.” She sat down next to him, rubbing his back reassuringly.

Toby took a shaky breath, comforted by the gesture. “I-I… fuh-fuck… give me a suh-second…”

He didn’t know how much to share with her. He didn’t want to put you in any danger, and while Kate may have been nice to him, there’s no telling how she’d react to learning about his obsession with a “human”.  

She was more… fanatical when it came to serving The Operator.

Different proxies had different levels of devotion to the being, as well as their own unique reasons for serving it. Brian was more apathetic, not caring one way or the other, viewing it like any other profession. Something to train for and do well. Tim was more complex, a mixture of apathy, fear, and at times enthusiasm, mainly when in the act of killing.

Most proxies had no memory of their past lives, no ways to connect to whoever they were before. That’s why it was easy for them to refer to anyone who didn’t serve The Operator as only being “humans”. It was a way to completely remove themselves from the species, to look at them as nothing but an inconvenience or a tool to gain favor with the malevolent entity dictating their lives.

But Toby was a special case. He could still remember. He hadn’t been a proxy for as long as the others and could still picture the faces of his mother and sister. He even knew what his shithead father looked like, especially after he hacked him to pieces. These were the reasons he found it hard to go on. Pretending to everyone that he didn’t resent The Operator’s control at times. That he never longed to try to have a normal life. Maybe kill the occasional abusive dad he might come across. But other than that, be an average everyday person.

And here you came along. An answer to his prayers.

But things were complicated now.

 He needed advice.

 “I muh-may have… messed up?”

Kate snorted. “Okay… wanna try being more specific maybe?”

Toby picked at the skin of his hands, peeling the areas around his nails.

“I sort of... luh-like somebody…” He trailed off.

It’s not like it was uncommon for proxies or killers to date and hook up with each other. Although everyone knew Toby never had any luck with the others in that department. But despite that, if he kept the conversation vague enough… it should be fine.

“Oh shit! Really?” Caught off guard, the brunette quickly tried to dial it back. “I mean…wow. I didn’t really expect that… who?”

Did he really have that bad of a reputation within their group that it was this much of a surprise to her? It was a little insulting.

“I don’t want to say.” Toby snapped. His temper was starting to get the better of him. And he didn’t want to share any sensitive information.

Luckily, Kate never took what Toby did personally. “Okay- you don’t have to tell me… but watch your tone young man.” She joked.

“Suh-sorry. I’m just really upset. We had a fuh-fight and I don’t know what to do.” He felt like a kid asking their mom for help. But he was desperate.

Toby couldn’t stand the idea of you walking around hating him. Sure, his plans included taking you back to his home, most likely by force, but he thought he would’ve had more opportunities for you to get to know him in a more… conventional way.

“Have you apologized to this… person?” Kate asked, carefully choosing her words. Picking up on how defensive he was being.

“Yeah! I duh-did and-“

She interrupted, “Wait. Did you do it in person or over text?” There was a sternness in her voice at the question. Like Kate was already accusing him of doing something wrong.

“Over text….” He admitted.

“See, that was your first mistake. If you’re going to have an important conversation with someone you need to have it in person. Otherwise, things can get lost in translation. You should speak to them face to face and apologize formally.”

The younger proxy tilted his head, “What if they duh-don’t want to see me?”

Kate sighed. “Well… sometimes you just have to show up. I mean, imagine trying to explain a misunderstanding to someone like Jeff over text…” She paused, scrunching up her face. “Well, that’s not a good example. You would have to call him or else he’d try to stab you. But you know what I mean. People like… us … are quick to just remove people from our lives if we’re hurt. But with our jobs, every connection with other killers or proxies needs to be maintained. Especially since The Operator demands it. So, you should go and see them…. when you’ve calmed down, of course.”

It was clear the brunette was applying her own work experiences to giving Toby guidance. Kate was always well-liked, and in a group full of murderers and malicious beings with untreated mental illnesses, that was no small feat.

But regardless, her explanation made sense. Even though Kate didn’t understand the full context of what happened, her advice probably still applied, right? Sure, you weren’t a killer, but Kate had the best grasp on how to handle disputes out of anyone he knew. If you just took the time to see how sorry he was, and all the effort he was putting in to fix the relationship, then you’d have to forgive him.

“Thuh-thanks. I’ll make sure to do that. I feel like shit that we huh-haven’t gotten the chance to see each other in a while and this….” Toby gestured vaguely to their surroundings. “Is what you fuh-find.”

Kate smiled. “Don’t worry, I get it.”

The fact that it was her that showed up today was very convenient. She was one of the few people who knew Toby well enough to calm him down.

It was almost too convenient.

He narrowed his eyes, looking out the cabin window. Was his boss around? “Anyways, I nuh-never asked you why you’re here.”

“Well, I figured I was long due for a bath. And I wanted to see my favorite proxy. Why, not happy to see me?” She huffed, feigning offense.

“Nuh-no! That’s not it. I just wuh-wasn’t sure if there was a job or something we needed to do.”

The brunette’s eyes glinted with admiration, flashing a small yet strangely sinister smirk. “It’s good you take our work seriously. It’s always best to have The Operator smiling favorably upon us.”

Toby shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Sometimes she spoke like a weird cult member. It made his skin crawl, reminding him that despite her soothing demeanor around her peers, Kate could be one of the most brutal and wild killers when carrying out their boss’s orders. Maybe that’s why she always stayed in the forest.

“I’ll be out of your hair in an hour or two. Sadly, there aren’t any sacrifices to make today. I hate having nothing to do.” She grumbled the last part before getting up to grab her bag. “Mind if I take that shower now?”

“No, guh-go right ahead. Not like I pay the water bill for this puh-place.” Toby quipped, shrugging his shoulders with a crack of his joints.

When Kate left the room, he mulled over what actions he needed to take next. Everything was just “lost in translation” as the older proxy said. His mistake was only in how he delivered his apology.

There was hope for him after all. This could be fixed and then you and Toby could be together again. Have the life he knew you two could have.

After everything subsided and he felt at ease, his mind wandered to that passionate kiss he had shared with you. Sure, in retrospect he definitely shouldn’t have done that, but it was nice in the moment. How your lips felt against his, your warm body squirming under him.

It was electric.

If only things had gone well, if you didn’t find him so… repulsive now. Maybe he could’ve taken things further. But there was always time for that later. When he had more time to convince you that he was made for you.

Your mind as well as your body.

 … Especially body.

 He grinned, getting up to stretch out his muscles. Today was more exhausting than usual after the rollercoaster of feelings he’d gone through. Toby needed rest, and once he felt more confident, he’d pay you a surprise visit. Bring some sort of peace offering. Weren’t guys supposed to give flowers when they wanted to be forgiven? Like those crappy husbands who cheat on their wives.

Not that he wanted to be lumped in with those dudes.

Toby made his way to his room, making sure the door was locked behind him. Even though he trusted Kate, he didn’t want to take any chances.

He could still hear her showering and she would probably be a while. She wasn’t the most hygienic person.

Not that he was one to talk, but he didn’t like having that much blood and dirt caked on him for too long. Kate, however, didn’t seem to mind it. Toby had been assigned on a weeklong mission with her once and as soon as she got “in the zone” the older female was practically feral. Showers just weren’t in her vocabulary at that point.

Lying on his bed, he opened his phone to look through his camera roll. Something he did routinely now before trying to fall asleep… for many reasons.

It was full of photos he’s taken of you over these past months.

Having an outdated phone never really bothered him before, but now he wished he had one that could take better pictures. Especially the ones he took at night. Those always come out too grainy.

Unconsciously, a wistful smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t help it. It always happened when he saw you. He scrolled through each photo, taking in every part of you he managed to capture. His mind had almost everything memorized.

“(Y/N)…” He whispered.

Sometimes he just liked to say it. Simply enjoying the sound. How it tasted with every syllable.

Now that he had time to relax, it occurred to him how surprising his argument with you had gone. Every day there was something new he was learning about you. You were actually kind of brave, even if it was to the point of being stupid. But you had stood up to him when he’d lost his cool. Him. A murderous proxy. A serial killer. You didn’t know that, but it was still obvious he could overpower you.

Yet thinking of the passion and determination in your eyes as you stared him down made him shiver with delight.

He loved it.

Toby could feel himself growing tired, lazily flipping through a couple more photos before he’d call it a night.

He stopped.

A picture of you undressing in front of your bedroom window.

Your underwear even matched that day.

His cheeks reddened, a familiar feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach.

He reached a clammy hand into the case of his pillow, retrieving a pair of plain black panties he’d stolen from your house.

 He figured he could stay awake a little longer…

[babyboibucky]

Slut Fest Day 5 - Noncon

Pairing: TWS!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k yeah this is a full oneshot lmao

Warnings: Dark!Bucky obviously, fingering, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie, implied suicidal thoughts, use of a knife, mentions of wound and blood

A/N: This is the first time I wrote a full noncon fic so feedback is very much welcome!!! This will have a second part which is tomorrow’s prompt, Breeding

Slut Fest Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Your vision was hazy when you first opened your eyes, the splitting headache and body pain that came along with it almost made you think that you were merely having a hangover.

Almost.

Flashes of the previous night flooded your brain, you could only recall bits and pieces of what went down. You were at a club with your friends, lots of shots and dancing; there was a man in a black shirt that danced with you. He was ruggedly handsome and well-built with dark hair and a rough voice.

You searched your memories for a name...was it Brian? No, it was far from that. Brock? Yeah, you were confident that his name was Brock.

He danced with you that night and you were sure that he had asked whether you wanted to go somewhere private. And that’s where everything had gone to black.

Blinking helped you with your vision and now you can clearly see that you weren’t in your room. Looking around, you realized that you were in a cell. It was dark and damp, with only a single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling above.

The pain in your shoulder and arms made you want to stretch but to no avail because it was only now that you discovered that your wrists were restrained and tied above your head. You were almost standing on your tiptoes with how high you were tied up, explaining the cause of your body ache.

“No, no...is someone out there?!” you screamed in panic as your mind finally understood what was going on.

“Please? Help me!” you yelled, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you tugged at your wrist.

The echo of your voice was the only response you received. Up until you heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar. Your lips trembled in fear as you waited for someone to emerge from the dark.

And there he was, the man from last night, Brock. But he wasn’t alone.

In front of Brock was a man who was way taller and bigger than him— long brunette locks covered his face and if that wasn’t enough to keep his identity hidden, he had to be wearing a black mask as well.

It wasn’t just his large built and mysterious look that piqued your interest, it was his left arm. It was made out of what seemed to be metal; there was a red star painted on the shoulder.

“Good, you’re awake. Didn’t want to keep the Soldat waiting.” Brock said as he pushed the man inside the cell.

“Who the fuck are you?! Why am I here?!” you spat at Brock as you watched him close the cell door before locking it once more.

Brock merely smirked, “You were at the right place at the wrong time, baby. Needed to reward our asset with a little something, thought you looked like the perfect present.” he chuckled darkly.

“Soldat, she’s all yours.”

Those words made your bile rise up to your throat and the presence of the metal-armed man didn’t help you with your fear. You threw up all of a sudden, coughing as your tears began to fall endlessly.

“Please...please don’t.” it was all you could utter as you shook your head.

The sound of the Soldat’s heavy boots crushing the ground made your heart beat twice as fast. You probably looked pathetic, tugging at your wrists despite knowing that it was futile. The closer the Soldat was, the more you moved and thus, the weaker you got.

“Whoever you are, please...just help me out.” you pleaded.

The Soldat stopped when he was a feet away from you and suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were the bluest you’d seen and despite his intimidating appearance, they held a certain softness in them.

“I don’t know who you are but I know you don’t want to do this.” you softly said, hoping that he’d change his mind.

Your body jolted in shock when Soldat spoke, his voice was low and gravelly— hoarse even, like he hadn’t spoken in a long time.

“Такой красивый подарок.”

Such a pretty gift.

He lifted his metal hand and you flinched, afraid that he was going to hurt you. But he merely took your chin and wiped your bottom lip clean. Soldat was so close that you could hear his heavy breathing beneath his mask.

“Стоит ли мне развернуть подарок сейчас?”

Should I unwrap my present now?

“I...I don’t understand you.” you croaked out.

The way his blue eyes turned dark in a split second brought your fear back. Just like that, the softness he had turned into something so perverse, it sent shivers down your spine. You were about to say something when the Soldat gripped the neckline of your dress with his metal hand, tearing it open effortlessly leaving you in nothing but a pair of bra and underwear.

You screamed and tried to kick him but he was so much stronger than you. He didn’t even budge when your feet landed on his thigh. If any, your defiance triggered him and only placed you in a much more dangerous situation.

“I beg you, please…don’t do this.” you cried and cried.

A squeal escaped your lips when Soldat grabbed your face in his flesh hand, squeezing your cheeks as his eyes roamed around your face, taking in all of your features. His thumb grazed your mouth, tugging your bottom lip down before he spoke again, but this time, in a language you finally understood.

“Suck.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you shook your head but when you felt his hand tighten around your face, you were left with no choice but to obey. Letting out a shaky breath, you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked.

Soldat hummed before you felt his thumb press down on your tongue. He moved his thumb in and out of your mouth before letting go of your face and taking a small step back away from you.

You hoped he had a change of heart. He didn’t.

You let out a gasp when you saw him take out a knife from one of his holsters, skillfully flipping it before bringing it close to your face. You’d never known fear like this before, it was extremely horrifying.

It felt like you were face to face with the god of death himself.

“Don’t kill me, please! Please let me go, please...I’m not going to say anything to the police, I swear. I’ll stay quiet, I promise.” you sobbed.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears; the Soldat wiped away your tears before he dragged the tip of his knife from your neck down to the strap of your bra, slicing it before moving onto the next, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you bare for him.

There was nothing else you could do to escape and yet you tugged and tugged at your wrists, ignoring the stinging pain from how the restraints were now digging onto your skin. Your wails were unheard and the more you screamed for help, the more helpless you felt.

The Soldat moved to slice the sides of your underwear before tearing them off of you, throwing the fabric behind him. He took a step back, as if admiring his present before him and he loved it.

He loved seeing you like that, vulnerable and helpless. All for him to use, to take and to ruin.

A cold hand ran up from your hip to your ribs, the coolness of the metal making your entire body shiver. A soft sob echoed in the cell when the Soldat cupped your breast before his fingers pinched a nipple, making you cry out.

Your body was responding to his touches despite your protests and it was making you frustrated. You didn’t want this and yet your body craved for more, needed more from him.

The Soldat’s hand traveled to do the same to your other breast before sliding down to your abdomen, making you hiss at the cold sensation. His eyes met yours the same time he cupped your mound.

Your body jumped up as you cried, feeling his fingers rub at your cunt. You begged him to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to continue. Everything was a blur to you now; your pussy began to weep for the same man you wanted to run away from.

Biting your lip, you tried your hardest not to make a sound. Warmth crept up to your face when your hips began to move on their own, grinding against the Soldat’s hand as he continued to rub your folds at a slow, steady pace.

You felt ashamed. You weren’t supposed to feel good and yet you did.

The Soldat seemed to have noticed that you were holding back because he suddenly pressed his thumb against your clit at the same time he slid his middle finger in. The intrusion was enough to make you whimper, something that urged Soldat to keep going.

“N-no…” you whined.

He pumped his finger in and out of your cunt in a quicker pace until you felt your wetness dripping down your thighs. You cried and refused to look at him in the face so you rested your forehead against your arm.

Your body was giving up from how you were restrained, your arms were starting to feel numb and your legs were trembling both from pleasure and from trying to support your entire weight on your toes.

“S-soldat…” you unintentionally called out his name when he added another finger in.

It stirred something darker within the man, something primal and feral that made you want to just die right then and there. Perhaps it was better for him to kill you.

He continued to finger your cunt while rubbing your clit in circles, faster and faster until you were crying out both from shame and from your release. Wetness gushed out of your pussy, soaking his metal hand. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and stuck it into your mouth, muffling your sobs.

“Я хочу попробовать тебя в следующий раз.”

I want to taste you next time.

The Soldat was quick to remove his fingers from your mouth, only to move them towards the zipper of his pants. Your eyes widened as you watched him take his cock out, pumping it a couple of times before he stood close to you.

You shook your head, “I don’t want this, please. Soldat, please…”

“Продолжай умолять, милая девушка.”

Keep begging, pretty girl.

In one swift motion, the Soldat hoisted your legs to wrap around his waist before sliding his cock into your pussy. You gasped out loud at the sudden stretch, your brows furrowing into your forehead at the stinging pain. The Soldat was relentless and didn’t give you time to adjust.

He kept on taking and taking and taking until nothing was left from you.

His cock was huge, it filled you up like never before. It stretched you out to the point of pain, making you sob out loud. Your lip began to bleed from how hard you were biting down on it, you were giving it your all not to moan but one particular thrust rendered your efforts a failure.

You moaned out loud when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, making your body tremble from the pleasure that shot through your veins. Your toes curled and your hands balled into fists when the Soldat kept on hitting that particular spot.

He started groaning and cursing in the same language he had been speaking. His hands on your hips were tight as he brought your body down on his cock each time he thrusted into you. Your restraints kept on jangling above you, as if they were mocking you and the way your body was reacting to the Soldat.

The Soldat sped up his thrusts, fucking you harder and deeper until you were gasping for air. His cock was punching the air out of you and with the heat building up in your abdomen, it was becoming difficult to breathe.

Your entire body was covered with a sheen of sweat while your face was drenched with your tears. You threw your head back when the Soldat brought his thumb to your clit, pressing down on it.

Looking up at your wrists, you noticed how wounded they already were. Small droplets of blood began to drip from your wrists down to your arm. You closed your eyes and refused to watch the Soldat’s assault on your body.

“Please, stop…” you softly begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

The Soldat didn’t stop and only went faster until you were a sobbing mess. Your body shook when your orgasm hit you wave after wave. You ended up crying out his name as you finished, drenching his cock with your juices.

His grunts were becoming louder and his thrusts sloppier. You knew that he was close and you didn’t want him to finish inside of you. You tried to move your hips away but he was too strong and managed to hold you in place as he fucked you until his balls tightened.

Two more thrusts and he was done, groaning out loud as you felt ropes of his cum fill you up. Your whine turned into a full cry when you realized that you were done for.

Just like that, the Soldat pulled out of you and tucked his cock back into his pants.

Your body had given up and you allowed yourself to just hang limply, ignoring the throbbing pain on your shoulders. At this rate, you were sure that your shoulders were already injured from having been restrained like that for hours.

Your cries died down into hiccups, you’d completely given up. The feeling of the Soldat’s release tainting your legs as it dripped out of your abused cunt was a clear indication that you’d lost everything.

The Soldat lifted your head up with his metal hand; he caressed your cheekbones gently as he finally removed his mask, revealing his face to you.

You were on the verge of passing out when he showed you his face, the last thing you saw before your vision turned  black.

The Soldat truly was the god of death.

[drayart]

the note | DM

summary: the day after a party you find a note outside your door and unexpected things happens in the following days i’m bad at writing summaries lmao im really proud of this fic !!

words count: 1.5k

warnings: kissing, mentions of being drunk, y/n is friend with pansy, ginny, luna and hermione, all the characters can sit wherever they want at lunch

You were in the corner of the room, with your drink in your hand, wondering why did you even come to this party in the first place.

You hated parties and being around people, you preferred being somewhere alone reading a book or watching a movie without loud music in your ears and people yelling with their friends.

You hated parties and being around people, you preferred being somewhere alone reading a book or watching a movie without loud music in your ears and people yelling with their friends.

“hey you’re y/n right?” a blonde started approaching you, you realized that wasn’t just a blonde that was draco malfoy the slytherin prince.

why was draco talking to you? the boy that hated everyone talking to you? impossibile.

why was draco talking to you? the boy that hated everyone talking to you? impossibile.

You ignored him, you thought that he was probably drunk anyway and if he asked you, you could just have said that you did not heard because of the music.

With that you gave him a smile and started walking towards the exit, so you could go in your room and finally being alone, just before walking away you saw the confusion on draco’s face and probably hurt too, but maybe you have seen wrong.

You just kept walking ignoring your thoughts, why would draco be hurt? because you didn’t answered him? you shook your head, nah he wouldn’t care.

Once you got to your dorm you started undressing so that you could get into more comfortable clothes then you got to the bathroom and took off your make up.

Finally you were in bed, falling asleep while reading your book.

That morning you woke up at ten, it was a sunny morning and it was sunday so you didn’t had any class.

After you got ready, you opened the door, liking passing your free time in the library you were directed there, you found a note just outside the door, you picked it up and started reading it

“you were really pretty last night” it said

you smiled and put the note in your pocket.

It was almost lunch time and you were still at the library, you saw draco at the bookshelf taking a book, you didn’t know he liked reading, the boy turned around smiled at you and left

you blinked once, twice, did- did draco malfoy just smiled to you? you liked him since the third year and he never talked to you or even looked at you once and now within 24 hours he talked and smiled to you,

you knew your cheeks were crimson red and that you were still looking where he was standing a second ago, if someone saw you now would think you were crazy, you shook your head a little and got up, closed your book and started walking in the direction of the great hall.

You were at your table with your friends, ginny, luna, pansy and hermione.

“guess what?” said pansy sitting down

“what pans?” answered ginny while putting a piece of beef into her mouth

“yesterday i heard draco talking about you” you realized pansy was looking at you

“me?” you said giggling “that’s impossible”

“yes you, he was talking about you with blaise, he said something about the party”

you looked at her speechless

“he- he did?”

she just nodded

“so what happened at the party?” ginny asked

“nothing he just talked to me but i didn’t answered him, you know, maybe he was drunk” you explained

“so you’re telling me your crush from three years talked to you and you didn’t answered?” hermione said while ginny was looking at you with raised eyebrows, you looked at them and rolled your eyes

“y/n”

“yes luna?”

“he’s looking at you” she told you

“i think someone has a crush on you” ginny said with a smirk on her face

“c’mon y/n, it’s oblivious he always look at you and this morning he was talking about you to blaise, don’t tell me you don’t see this” pansy added

“i mean maybe, but what if we’re wrong?” you said doubtful

“when never i’m wrong?” pansy joked

“seriously now, at least try to talk to him” hermione added

“i don’t know i’ll think about it”

“okay, we’re here if you need anything you know?” luna said looking at the girls that were nodding.

You were walking back to your room while reading your book.

You dumped onto someone, your book fell “i’m sorry i didn’t saw you” you apologized

you heard the person giggling a little so you raised your gaze and saw draco with his hand behind his head scratching is neck nervously

“don’t worry, i wasn’t looking neither” he reassured you

draco lowered himself and picked up your book “title of the book” he read slowly

“you’ve read it?” you asked him

he shaken his head then looked at you “no, it’s not exactly… my type”

“you should, it’s really good i love it” you said with a sweet smile, you probably were blushing by now but ignored it

“if you lend it to me, gladly” he told you

“i already read this hundreds of times, you can take it” you offered him

“thank you, i’ll give it back to you once i’m done” he said leafing through the book

you two smiled at each other one last time and he started walking away, you thought about last night when he approached you and words slipped though your lips without you knowing

“draco, wait”

he turned around “yes?”

“about last night, what do you wanted to tell me?”

he raised his eyebrows “nothing, forget about it”

“oh okay, see you in class then” you said

he just nodded and started walking away.

Two days passed and when you were in the library draco approached you

“hey” he called

“draco hey”

“here’s your book” he said as he handed you the book, you smiled in return

“so you liked it?” you asked

he sat in the chair near yours “i guess it wasn’t that bad”

“oh and i wrote some notes inside, i hope you don’t mind” draco told you

“no not at all, i’m happy to re-read it with your thoughts on the inside” you smiled at him

you took a big breath and with all the courage you had asked him “maybe we can met once or twice so we can discuss the book together?”

draco seemed taken aback

you saw his expression and immediately regretted saying that sentence

“um you don’t have to if you don’t want, obliviously, i just thought-“

“y/n, it’s okay, i’m more than happy to discuss the book with you” he stopped your ramblings

“really? okay then, but first let me re-read this with your notes” you replied pointing the book

he nodded “when you finished it you know where to find me” he got up and started walking towards the door.

You passed all the day and night reading the book and his notes, wondering where you already saw his handwriting, it was ordinated and perfect.

Then you remembered, the note, the one you found outside your door sunday morning.

You started searching it and once you found it you understood that he was the person that wrote the note, maybe your friends were right, pansy was right.

You took the book and the note and started running towards the library where you found draco on the table doing his homework, probably.

“Draco” you called

his head turned up, finding your eyes he smiled at you “hey you finished the book?”

“no, i mean yes but that’s not important” he looked at you confused

you put the note on the table “i found this sunday morning outside my room”

he looked at the note and then back at you

“i-“

“let me finish” you interrupted him

“while reading your notes on the books i was wondering where i already saw your handwriting, and then i remembered this” you said pointing the note

“you wrote it didn’t you?”

he had a small smile on his face “yes i did, and i was thinking how long it would take you to find out” he chuckled a little

“why?” you asked

“isn’t it clear y/n? i like you” he admitted

“you what?” you were speechless

“i like you” he said getting up from the chair, caressing your face

“i liked you in so long and i didn’t know how to tell you, so that night at the party…”

“you wanted to tell me” you just realized that the boy you liked for years liked you back

“i don’t know what to say, i mean i like you too obliviously, who doesn’t, i really wasn’t expecting this” you confessed chuckling lightly

“can i kiss you?” draco asked you

you just nodded and with your consent draco took your lips in his softly.

You broken the kiss “you still want to discuss the book with me? maybe on a date” you asked smirking

he laughed and nodded at you leaning in for another kiss.

[rafescoke]

Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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