#really what I want is to have someone else's kid and be Waited Upon which would alleviate the fucking inconvenience

[one-beer-is-not-enough]

Okay first off I absolutely love your art and the way you render.

Secondly I wonder what Marcel would think of Crow? (His profile is a bit buried on my blog but I use the #crow for him)

Crow hates the preps and rich people in general so Marcel would be on his shit list. He blatantly charges rich students more for his services and he would do that to Marcel as well but upon realizing that he literally doesn't have that much money on him he would quietly lower his prices. Just don't mention it to him his pride doesn't want to acknowledge that he's being nice to a rich kid. He'd feel bad that Marcel is clearly being used by the other preps but just shrug it off as "not my problem".

Thank you, your art is an absolute banger too!! And sorry for the long wait!

I love Crow so much, his swagger is immeasurable and his nonchalance an endless sea. And his backstory is so well-written, I loved reading through his tag :D

I had a couple ideas and couldn't decide which one to draw, so I made both but kept the second one b&w :')

Here’s how I think they’d interact:

First off, I wrote more for Marcel’s lore that I haven’t posted at the time of this ask, which might make Crow not lower his prices after all (💀). Marcel starts using moderate blackmail against people that get on his bad side, mostly embarrassing secrets he finds out from his sister and Christie's group. What’s worse is he steals people’s belongings for ransom. Like, for example he’ll steal your skateboard and tell you to buy it back, or he’ll sell it off to someone else. Fortunately he would only do this to someone he really despises

He doesn’t begin doing this right from the start, so Crow could lower his prices out of pity at first and then make them skyrocket when Marcel gains notoriety for his shady methods lmao

That aside, Marcel respects the hustle. He actually tries to copy Crow… Complete flop. His prices aren't better than Crow’s, and nobody trusts a preppy vendor to begin with. He never lives this one down

Considering Crow’s background with the Harringtons and Marcel being kinda insane about Derby, they’re bound to have a massive conflict sooner rather than later. All it takes to change Marcel’s opinion on Crow is overhearing shit-talk about Derby. The other preps are mostly fair game, but Marcel is corny as fuck, so as soon as he registers the insults to his crush, he’s making a mad dash towards the offenders…

…Realizing one of them is Crow, he begrudgingly holds back from a physical fight, in fear of his prices becoming even more atrocious. He needs his cigarettes and liquor, and having to resort to the townies every single time would be a pain the ass. Still, it’s not enough to stop him from verbally assaulting Crow any time he bad-mouths Derby... Who probably does this just to taunt him, because Marcel reacts like he’s got stage 3 rabies lol. Bloodshot eyes, trembling from anger, the whole shebang. And he can’t do SHIT to Crow, so it’s hilarious to witness him silently going through the 5 stages of grief. He buys a pack of cigarettes immediately after too. With shame.

Marcel may find out about Crow’s history with the Harringtons if Derby ever mentions it in passing. Knowing this, he knocks the anger meltdowns down a notch, but he won’t go much further than that. He thinks he’d look weak if he admitted to being a prick, so he tries to be a little more civil without acknowledging the sudden change

“The hell you mean you don’t sell weed?” <- “None of your business. Also cigs are $20 more now” <- “Fanabola…! I’m gonna become a lawyer just to sue you for extortion!”

On rare instances that Marcel is in a really good mood and Crow doesn’t rile him up on purpose, they might have a smoke together, maybe even talk about the most recent gossip floating around. One of them will probably ruin the vibe immediately after, but for like two minutes they’re chill like that

[elainemorisi]

aaah wanna give birth again sometime. not so keen on a second kid though.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve always been a pretty good liar. As an adult I’ve come to a moral place in which I don’t use that skill set unless it will explicitly benefit someone. But when I was a kid all bets were off.

I think tiny child me was doing their little autistic best but recognized that some situations would be best navigated by lying as telling the truth never netted positive results. Whether it was because my needs often went unmet or ignored, or because I didn’t see any reason not to lie if it would be more favorable, I’m not sure.

This is the story of my proudest lie. The best lie I ever did. A lie that looking back I still go, damn, I was eight.

Our story begins in second grade. I was eight. My school was having a book fair and I spent my small stipend on Gulliver’s Travels. No idea why. Lacking further funds I wandered the fair and came upon the greatest sight known to man. Frog erasers. They were so cute and I was extremely into animals of all kinds.

The whimsy. Who could have known they made erasers in such wonderful shapes? I mourned that I’d spent my money already, and played quietly with the little frogs in their bin. That’s when I was approached by a few other kids from my class.

I didn’t know most of them very well, but enough that it was civil when they asked me, “Are you going to buy those frogs?”

“I’d like to,” I admitted, “but I spent all my money.”

“Why don’t you steal them?”

“I thought about that, but I don’t have pockets.” Indeed, stealing had crossed my mind but it had been a brief temptation. I wasn’t even scandalized that the other girls suggested it.

“Caitlin has pockets,” the leader of the pack said. And indeed, Caitlin in her purple overalls did have pocket space for two frogs. So Caitlin and I became partners. My role in the escapade was just... wanting frogs and walking out with her. We stole two frogs, a yellow and a purple, and united by the misdeed we played together with them at recess despite not really being friendly prior.

After lunch I was called from class to the library. The principal herself was there waiting for me. She had a somber air, almost mournful that she needed to punish me. It was self evident to me that I was here for frog crimes. Caitlin had cracked and taken the fastest route to forgiveness- snitching on an accomplice. Despite the fact that my role was just: wanted frogs, I knew I was going to be in trouble.

Now, I could have told the truth. Pulled a Caitlin and ratted on the girl who told us to steal them. But clearly I’d still be in trouble for having gone along with the morally bereft plan. I was mad at Caitlin for telling but not enough to foist the onus back into her.

“Do you know why you’re here?” The principal asked kindly.

“Is it about the frogs?”

“Yes, Caitlin told us you stole the frogs.”

I quivered my lip and drew myself up indignantly. “I didn’t steal them!”

She blinked at my vehemence but since I looked near tears she carefully asked, “What happened?”

“I really wanted the frogs, but I didn’t have any money. So I asked the librarian if I could take them and bring the money tomorrow! But she was really busy and lots of people were talking to her, and she said yes! But maybe she was saying yes to someone else? And I thought it was to me but Caitlin didn’t, but I was going to bring money tomorrow!”

The principal. Was flummoxed. This was a situation in which I clearly thought I’d done no wrong, in which she couldn’t prove I had done anything wrong, and which the librarian would almost certainly not be able to weigh in. She regarded me not with suspicion but rather vaguely confused as to how to handle me.

I got off with a slight warning that I should pay for things before taking them, despite not having been the one to take things in the first place, and the frogs were confiscated.

I was vaguely worried they’d call my parents but years later when I admitted the story to my mom as an adult she laughed herself sick and said she’d never gotten a call.

[girlfromflor]

part 6 | supersoldiers!141 x f!reader

cw: +18 sexual content - ageless blogs and minors DNI

john is a patient man, he never minded waiting for things. maybe it was the age or the experience he gathered whilst sharing a life with his men – and now you –, but only a few things manage to actually piss him off. that's why, when notices you taking too long to come back downstairs, he doesn’t mind.

he finished setting the table for dinner and is about to sit down – thinking you'd be back with the others soon enough – when a wave of arousal knocks the air out of his lungs, so hard he has to grip the edge of the table to ground himself. his mind goes overdrive trying to think of what you were up to upstairs, but he stops himself before he feeds into it – that was the last thing he wanted right now. he has half a mind to pull his cock out of his pants and rub one off right there in the kitchen, give the four of you a taste of your medicine, but he settles for something different – something more entertaining.

taking a deep breath to steady the sensations inside of him, he makes his way upstairs in steady steps. he walks straight to johnny’s room and when he stops by the door frame he takes in the scene in front of him – your figure almost entirely covered by simon's body who's kneeling between your thighs, kyle sitting by your side and johnny behind you on the bed. someone must have said something because he can hear you say “we're supposed to be downstairs, having dinner.”

he takes it as an opportunity to make his presence known, voice way too authoritative for a domestic setting when he speaks, “i thought ya had forgotten what i told ya to do. ya jus’ ignored it, then? dunno which one is worse.”

the four of you turn towards him slowly, like if you do it too fast you might get hurt. he eyes each one of you and at the silence you all seem so attached now, he turns to kyle and asks, “what happened?”

“simon wanted a kiss,” the sargeant rushes to answer, like a kid who is too willing to frame their siblings if that meant they would get rid of punishment from their parents. “she wasn't collaborating, so… yeah,” he trails off, not knowing what else to say.

“ah,” john’s voice is filled with mock realization and takes a step further in the bed's direction, “why is that, sweetheart?” he's talking to you.

“you told me to call them for dinner,” you mumble, not wanting to make the situation build up but still making a point of saying, “i told simon and kyle you wouldn't like it.”

actually, he couldn’t fucking care less, but it was fun. made a rush of lust and something darker rush in his blood knowing he had such control over you, he never really had that with the boys, never got to nurture something quite like this – military men, y’know.

“oh, you did?” john echoes your words, thinking you're such a good girl for wanting to keep things in order. his eyes find simon's, who's curiously avoiding eye contact – well, it was him who wanted the kiss after all –, and inquires, “what did you say then, simon?”

simon raises his eyes, taking a bit too long to answer, “said she'd like your punishment,” but it sounds so fucking conceited that john fails to hold the chuckle that comes upon hearing simon's tone.

“tha’ so?” he nods in mock contemplation, before addressing the lot of you, “we're going downstairs and we're going to have dinner,” and then he's looking at simon, only simon, “i'll deal with you later.” simon is a troublemaker, he knows he has control over you – being lieutenant and also just naturally intimidating – and uses it for his own pleasure, but john has no problem in reminding him of his place – that being under john’s control, just like the rest of you. 

dinner is filled with silent, thin tension and the sound of the cutlery knocking on your plates. you catch the boys sneaking a few glances between each other calmly, like they know what to expect – this must have happened before. once you're all done eating, you do the dishes while kyle dries them and johnny puts them back in their respectful place on the shelves. john is sitting on the kitchen island, the smell of his cigar taking over the air around you, but none of you mind it too much. simon is nowhere to be seen, he disappeared after price whispered something in his ear – maybe he went to sleep, maybe he's waiting to talk to john, you wouldn't know. your doubts are quickly wiped off your head when, after the three of you have finished your designated chore, john tells you to go to his room. walking slowly, you make your way to his room with kyle and johnny walking in front of you. when they walk in you can hear a sigh coming from johnny and you can see kyle’s hand closing into a fist – well, let's get ready then.

simon is kneeling on the bed, sitting back on his heels, looking too docile for his own good – a man that size should never look this tamed, it did things to your mind. john enters the room after you, ordering “the three of you, sit down.”

he's pointing towards the desk chairs settled around the room side by side, facing the bed – so that's what simon was doing. there's three of them, so you wait for the boys to sit first, moving to the one left – kyle is sitting in the middle chair, johnny to his left and you to his right side. you watch as they make themselves comfortable and wait for the next command.

john moves to sit behind simon, his back against the headboard and legs spread wide in the mattress. he pats the space in front of him and you watch amused as simon moves to sit between them with his back against john's chest, the captain spreading the lieutenant’s legs apart with his hands. they're so big and their frames look so good together, especially with the way they’re acting so intimately. john presses a kiss to simon's neck right below his earlobe and the younger man tilts his head to the side, closing his eyes and then john rests his chin on his shoulder, eyes locking on the three of you facing the bed. 

your legs twitch to clamp themselves together, you can hear the sound of fabric shifting on your side and by your peripheral you can make out kyle bucking his hips where he's sitting, you bite your lip – fuck, this is going to be hard. arousal is building in your lower belly, dampening your panties and probably is not going to be long before it starts soaking through the fabric of your pants. you wonder what john is going to do, but don't question.

john starts trailing kisses along simon's neck and shoulders, slowly urging him to take his shirt and shorts off, and you have to take a deep breath to calm your heart. it's the first time you've seen any of them with so little clothing but it's also simon – the same one who kept his face masked until a few hours ago. after simon settling back down – half-naked now –, john settle his right hand on the blond’s lower belly by the waistband of his boxers, the very tip of his fingers peeking inside the fabric. he turns to look in your direction, chin resting once again on simon’s shoulder as he glances over johnny, kyle and you before finally speaking, “i'm going to touch simon and you're gonna watch.” his tone is soft but he says it quite matter-of-factly and you can tell he's being very serious with his next words. “you cannot touch yourselves or each other, got it?” 

johnny and kyle are quick to answer with “yes, sir,” probably too used to the environment that has been built. you add your soft, whispered “yes, sir,” right after them, receiving  a sultry look from simon – his half lidded eyes and slightly parting lips forming a sinful sight.

john nods at you before slipping his hands inside simon’s boxers and the blond raises his hips a bit to help the man get rid of the underwear. price's hand wraps itself around simon's cock who muffles a moan, the captain's other hand placed on simon’s thighs to keep them parted. and just like that, a strong wave of pleasure knocks your senses away from you. you hold back a sound of pleasure yourself, eyes glued to simon’s girthy cock being stimulated by your captain. john jerks simon off in a steady, slow pace – it's torture, but at least it's something. simon’s hips buck up and john bites his shoulders earning a strangled “sorry,” from the man. john hums in response, picking up the pace of his movements, his other hand leaving simon’s thigh to play with his nipple, his fingers pinching and rubbing the skin. simon moans, head falling back on john's shoulder, hand finding the older man's forearm to keep himself grounded, and you can hear a whimper from one of the boys on your side.

price's hands glide slowly to simon’s tip, thumb spreading the pre around the head before moving it back down again. “you like it, simon? like being watched while you get lost in pleasure?” the captain says, and simon nods rapidly whispering out a small answer.

john’s hand that was on simon’s nipple moves down to touch his balls, giving them a small squeeze and simon’s hips stutter. “fuck–” he mutters, eyes rolling behind his eyelids.

you can feel just how good he's feeling and it's overwhelming, it adds to your own arousal and leaves you breathless. you can also feel just how much kyle and johnny are enjoying the show and it makes your head dizzy with want, john's own pleasure ripping through your mind. it's too much for you, and maybe that's why simon looks like he's about to lose his mind – if it's bad for you, you can't imagine being the one to whom such desire and lust are directed.

john seems to catch your line of thinking – or maybe he just knows his lieutenant’s body too well – because without missing a beat he says, “ya wan’ t’cum, love? make a mess on my hand in front of them?”

simon’s hips buck again and he moans a bit more uncontrolled, his voice breathy as he answers, “fuck– fuck, cap. yes, please…”

john hums and halts his movements entirely and you can feel simon’s frustration deep in your heart as he whines at the loss. you know john feels it too because he’s speaking loud and clear, “hm, thought you said she'd like her punishment, simon. let's see if you like yours…” 

simon groans, eyebrows furrowed in both annoyance and pleasure as john restarts his movements, realizing just how dumb he was to think he was going to orgasm so easily like that. john was going to make him an example of what happens when his words are disregarded.

john settles for a faster speed now, his tongue licking up simon’s neck, sucking harshly and leaving hickeys in its wake. the scene repeats itself once again, simon moaning with his head thrown back as he pleads, “sir, please, let me cum...”

“that's cute, baby,” john kisses his cheek, teeth prodding the skin a little and simon gasps. “are you close?” he coos and simon nods, john pumps his cock faster. 

“fuck, fuck—” simon arches his back, but then john is taking his hand out of his dick entirely. 

johnny moans from where he's sitting and you tilt your head to get a glimpse of him – he's manspreading in all his glory, a damp spot on his sweatpants and knuckles white from his grip on the chair's seat. kyle doesn't look better, hands beneath his thighs to keep himself from touching his own hard dick beneath his shorts, lips parting and eyebrows creased like he's the one who keeps being denied.

simon whimpers loudly, the following moan being muffled by john's lips on his in a searing kiss, hips bucking up on nothing. their kiss is a mess, all tongue and wet noises. john's takes his cock once again, jerking him off on the settled pace, a bit faster each time he has to restart his movements and it wrecks simon from the inside. to be denied so abruptly and then given such stimulation makes it easier for simon to get close to the edge, and before he realizes there's tears streaming down his cheeks.

it's too much, of course, being stimulated to the max then being harshly pulled from it and then abruptly receiving such pleasure again. but it’s the way he can feel kyle's desperation and johnny’s need and your arousal that makes it so fucking hard for him. john's soothes him, cooing “oh baby, no need to cry,” even though he's still fisting his cock. the wet squelching from the amount of pre simon is leaking makes it so much more sinful. “i've got you.”

“please! john…” simon’s deep voice sounds pathetic with all the begging and you feel your pussy clench at the notion. “please, please, let me cum.”

john chuckles, biting simon’s earlobe before giving him a peck on the cheek. “you'll behave from now on? or do you still think punishments are enjoyable like that?”

“i will, p–promise, i promise. nngh—” simon is way gone, cheeks flushed and wet with his tears, mouth gaping and most likely drooling as he grips john's forearm.

“good boy, love. go on, cum for us,” and he does it on command.

simon is a moaning mess, legs trembling as his dick spurts white ropes of cum onto john's hand and his own stomach. the feeling is outstanding, you've never experienced such a thing. it's like you're having your own orgasm, only it's shallower. it catches you completely off guard, making your own legs tremble and john seemed to be looking forward to exactly that. he's working simon through his orgasm, talking praises and reassuring words as he looks at you, and soon enough simon's eyes are on you too.

you heard johnny’s moan while you were hit with the mind-blowing shared orgasm, and you turn to look at him – a bigger, darker spot on his pants now. the only one who still seemed composed is kyle, which doesn't last long before john is calling him to the bed. it takes one firm, deliberate squeeze on his cock through his shorts before he's gasping as well, and having a second wave washing over you feels like you’re nothing but pleasure.

you all take a moment to take in your breaths. you manage to recompose faster than johnny and move to the bathroom to wet a hand towel. you come back, noticing kyle isn’t in the room – probably went to change his underwear –, and sit sideways on the bed, cleaning john's hand and simon’s body. you kiss simon’s tears away and he gives you a shy smile, whispering a small “thank you, luvie”. johnny steps in with simon's clothes on his hand for him to put back on and you leave the room to put the cloth in the laundry bin.

johnny must have left quickly too, because he’s coming back with kyle as you re-enter the room, watching as they lay down on the mattress. simon, now dressed, moves to lay between them. his back is facing kyle’s chest and his chest pressed on johnny’s back, being snuggly sandwiched between the two men. and john uses the opportunity to leave the bed as well. you watch as he takes a pair of shorts and goes to the bathroom.

you lay down by kyle's side, hugging him by the waist – your hand resting on simon's arm across the sargeant’s body – and once john is back he lays with you, kissing your temple before whispering,

“goodnight, sweetheart.”

a/n: fisrt cod smut, hope you guys liked it! also, just wanted to thank all the love you've been giving to this series, it seriously means the world to me! 💘 | taglist: @fruitymoonbeams-blog @little-mini-me-world @bath1lda @imthatone-annoyingfriend @night-shadowblood-writes2 @z-wantstowrite @kentuckyhobbit @supernova2205 @thatghostlykid @reggiesslut @reap3erslov3 @aldis-nuts

[too-deviant]

The incessant ringing of loneliness (or three weeks part two).

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Apollo!Reader

Summary: Luke is back, officially. But you can’t find it in yourself to be happy about it.

Content: angst, loser!luke makes an appearance, a lil fluff, this one is probably happier than part one

Word Count: 4k

Notes: i can’t thank you guys enough for the love on three weeks :( it really means the world, and i hope you enjoy this one too! i don’t think there’s gonna be a part 3 just because i want the rest of luke and r’s story to be up to your own interpretation - especially since his path to healing is such an important factor and it could go in any way. hope that’s ok with you guys :)

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You weren’t very popular at camp.

Despite the fact that you’d been there for longer than most of its occupants, and that you’d bandaged up some of their gnarlier injuries, you just didn’t have what it took to have people know your name upon first glance.

Clarisse had her unbridled aggression — she scared people into knowing who she was. Charles Beckendorf was the guy you went to when you broke a sword and didn’t want Chiron finding out about it, plus he was six foot six and kinda hard to miss. The Stoll Twins were behind pretty much every crazy scheme that ended up in Hermes losing desert privileges. Luke was…well, he was Luke. Need I say more?

Point is, while everyone knew everyone, not everyone really knew you. They knew your face, your parentage, and your overall skill set. But they didn’t know your name, or what made you tick.

Which was fine, really. You liked the alone time you got in the infirmary when your sister would run out to gossip with her friends in Aphrodite whenever she saw them walk by. You didn’t mind that, when your cabin got their hour of free time each day, your siblings would rush off to their friends and you would simply settle down with a good book.

It’s not as if you were entirely lonely — you had your fellow Apollo kids. You, Alina and Lee bonded especially, being the older kids of the group. So you had them — the only difference was that they had other people, too.

Which, again, was fine.

Except when you started to take care of Luke, you finally felt like you had a person. You looked forward to seeing him after meals each day, and you found excuses to linger in his room whenever possible. Call it odd, but you grew to enjoy the fact that nobody else knew he was back. Because that way, you had him, he had you, and that was that.

But then Luke got better.

You didn’t even have time to worry about it — one minute you were scarfing down your breakfast, eager to bring that second plate up to the Big House, and ignoring the strange looks your siblings sent you. Then in a split moment, everyone was cheering, people were standing and suddenly you didn’t feel so crowded anymore.

You heard murmurs of excitement, but people were practically standing on the table around you — unhygienic, much? People are eating here — and you couldn’t see what they were looking at. You tugged on your brother’s leg and he glanced down at your raised brow, then he said, “Luke’s back!”

It was like you were sucked back in time. No — it was like you were sitting in a waiting room, shivering from the cold breeze that whisked in through the automatic doors. And then the doors closed, and you could release the tension in your body because the warmth was already reaching your fingers — only for someone to walk past and make the doors open again, sending the sharp sting of the cold right back to where it was before.

Yes. That’s what it was — the warmth Luke’s eyes on you had provided was suddenly ripped completely from you the second your brother's words reached your ears. Replaced with the blistering cold of nobody ever knowing your name.

So it was back to normal for you. The normal you had grown accustomed to — the normal you liked. The normal you thought you liked, anyway. 

You didn’t even catch a glimpse of Luke’s face as you stood and left the Pavilion, focusing on the floor beneath your feet rather than the crowd forming around him. Oh, but you couldn’t forget that he was back, it was all anybody could talk about. Once they’d done the math and realised he was the patient you’d been taking care of for three weeks, you locked yourself in your cabin to avoid all the questions, and didn’t see him until the very next day. 

The chatter of Luke’s return had died down when you woke up the next morning — a little later than you usually did, Lee having to shake you so you wouldn’t miss breakfast. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and pulled a clean camp shirt over your head, stumbling a little due to the fact that you hadn’t fully woken up yet. 

When you were ready, Lee was waiting by the door. A few of your siblings were still getting themselves into a line after his loud Fall in! had woken them up, so you had time to stretch your arms and let out a sigh once you had taken your place beside him. You and Alina always walked with him to mealtimes, even though neither of you were counsellors, and you greeted her with a smile. 

The air was stuffy again — so much so that even Lee let out a wince when the shining glow of the front door hit his eyes. Then he stepped out of the cabin — his usual routine of checking the garden and cabin for pranks before letting them out coming into play. But he stopped. 

“What?”

He swung his head back at you, brows raised and smile growing, “Luke’s back.”

Out of instinct, you rolled your eyes, “Pretty sure we all know that, already.”

“Yeah, but —“ He turned fully then, hands on the doorframe and grin shining, “He’s back, which means the Hermes kids are finally under control again, which means we don’t have to worry about being pranked first thing in the morning!”

“Holy crap.” Alina was grinning now, both of your siblings looking at you and each-other with this excited expression that made you sort of angry – why are they perceiving Luke? They’re not allowed. 

You huffed a sigh as Lee started to lead the line outside, “He got back yesterday, there’s no way he’s already –”

But he was. As you stepped into the sun, the skin on your thighs already forming an uncomfortable layer of sweat, you looked to where the Hermes cabin was filing out of their door, led by the one and only Luke Castellan. You paused. 

He’d been back a day. Sure, his scar had healed nicely, but it was only three days ago that he was struggling to hold his own in a sword fight – if he was back to his counsellor duties, was he going back to teaching sword fighting? You were unsure he should even be in charge of all those Hermes and unclaimed kids so soon, but going back to teaching only days after coming back to camp? There was no way he was ready for that.

Should you say something? Or would he dismiss you, now that he was done with you?

You watched as he walked with Chris, chatting idly as if nothing was wrong. But you saw Chris glance occasionally at the jagged line through his brother’s eye, and you saw Luke attempt to ignore it. 

Should you say something?

You tripped. You were so busy staring creepily at Luke that you tripped over your own feet and tumbled into Lee’s back. He stumbled slightly but righted himself with a huff and a chuckle, turning and asking if you were alright. 

But you had looked straight back in Luke’s direction – he was still talking to Chris. He wasn’t looking at you. 

He wasn’t your person anymore.

Luke was unsure. 

Which didn’t happen often — as one of the oldest campers, and the one everyone else looked to in times of peril, it was sort of essential for him to be sure. He needed to know what to do, to have a solution for every situation, and to be completely calm about it. Otherwise, camp would go to shit. 

That much was obvious — he didn’t know why you hadn’t told him this in the three weeks you spent together, but camp had turned itself upside down in his absence. Apparently nobody was prepared for him to be gone for so long, and they kind of all lost their shit. 

He was happy to be back, don’t get him wrong. He lit up when he saw his brother’s faces again, when he felt their arms wrap around him. He laughed when Travis joked about thinking he was dead, and when Connor quipped that the camp was seconds away from starting a revolution. He nodded at Chiron, smiled amusedly when Mr D rolled his eyes, he scooped Annabeth into his arms, whispered to her that yes, he was alive, and he let himself be whisked to his table, the crowd following like moths to a flame. 

It was slightly overwhelming, but he was well-equipped to deal with it. He liked the feeling — if he ignored the throbbing on the side of his face, it could be like he’d never even left. The quest never happened, the dragon never happened, and people are just happy to see him because he’s their counsellor. Of course they would be. Everything was fine. 

Everything was fine — so he ignored the urge to scan his eyes across the crowd in search of a familiar head of hair. He stopped himself from glancing at the Apollo table, from looking in Lee’s direction, just in case he wasn’t standing alone. 

Because he didn’t need you anymore. Not that he didn’t appreciate all you did for him, but the healing was done. He was better, he was back at camp — he was Luke Castellan again. If he looked for you, if he met those eyes and returned that smile, it would be admitting defeat. Admitting that he wasn’t better, that he still needed his doctor. 

But he didn’t. Because he was back, baby! And he didn’t need to think about that stupid quest, his stupid dad, or his stupid scar ever again. 

He had a short chat with Chiron, who looked a little uneasy when he expressed his readiness to get back to camp duties. He told him that it was fine if he needed time to settle in, but Luke was firm. He didn’t need to settle, he didn’t need to wait. So Chiron sighed, and told him to escort his cabin to the climbing walls for their morning session. 

And that’s how the rest of the day went — climbing wall, arts and crafts cabin, strawberry fields, archery practice. Luke did it all, just like he used to before he left. If people would just stop looking at his damn scar, maybe he could pretend he never left at all. If they stopped murmuring about him being the secret camper, hidden from them this whole time, he could avoid thinking about you and the sweet touch of your fingers on his face. 

The fact that he hadn’t seen you at all since his return helped him on that front — you weren’t around at breakfast, lunch or dinner. You weren’t in the infirmary whenever he peeked through the windows. You weren’t with the rest of your cabin when they were paired with Hermes for hand-to-hand defence practice. 

Not that he was looking for you, or anything.  

“Hey, man.” Chris clapped him on the shoulder as they walked up to breakfast. It had officially been twenty-four hours since Luke’s return, and the chatter had died down significantly. That was good for him, helped him ignore the fact that he was ever not there. 

All he had to do was keep his eyes off you — who had magically reappeared in camp — as you also walked up to breakfast, the Apollo kids trailing behind you, Lee and Alina. 

“Listen, you did great yesterday.” His brother was saying, and he zoned in on it. “It was like you never left.”

Cool, that was the plan. 

“But it’s sword fighting today.” 

Luke raised a brow, “So?”

“So…” Chris sang, awkwardly waving a hand, “You don’t have to jump right back into training us, is what I’m saying.”

He scoffed, running a hand through us curls, “Nah, bro, I’m good.”

“Are you sure? Because —“

“Y’know, Chris,” Luke sent his brother a cheeky look as they took their seats around the Hermes table, “if you’re scared to get back to my gruelling training sessions, just say that.”

Chris’ face fell, appalled, and he put a hand on his chest, “Scared? Dude, you’re the one who should be scared. I’ve gotten good since you’ve been gone.”

And there it was — a reminder that it wasn’t the same. That he couldn’t pretend he had never left, because nobody else was. Whatever, it’d be fine. A couple of weeks and this would all blow over and he would never have to think about it again. 

The Amphitheatre, unlike the rest of the camp amenities, was familiar to him. He didn’t need to stand and take it all in like he did with everywhere else, because he’d been here not even a week ago with —

No. Stop. You aren’t in his life anymore. He never went on his quest. Everything is how it should be. 

The kids gathered around him were letting off a range of emotions as Luke stood before them, sword in hand. The younger ones were giddy, eager to get back to training with their favourite teacher. Some of the older ones, however, were only slightly confused that he’d bounced back so quickly. If he had to spend three weeks in the Big House before even going outside, was he ready to jump right back into sword training? Maybe he’d go easier on them today, take it slow. 

“Alright — if there’s anything I've learnt over the years, it’s that sword fighting is all about reflexes. So, today, we will be working on y’all’s dodging skills. Oliver, get up here!”

Luke was back on Mount Tamalpais. The fiery breath Ladon was shooting at him seared his skin and burnt holes into his shirt. He was ducking out of the way, but there was no room to breathe when another one of his hundred heads came at him with a fierce snarl. His sword felt useless in his hands, every swing being deflected and every jab proving useless compared to the dragon's swift movements. 

He blinked, and he was back at camp. Sparring with an unclaimed kid who’s name was lost on him. Sweat dripped down his brows but he wiped it away with shaky fingers. He gave an off-handed comment on the kids form before calling a water break. 

“Yo— woah, man!” 

Chris looked wide-eyed at Luke. He had tapped him gently on the shoulder and he had responded with an aggressive swing towards him. He stepped out of the arc just in time, but Luke still dropped the sword like it had burnt him. He stepped back, hands shaking, and stared at the ground. 

It was odd — being at Archery in the mornings. You’d spent three weeks skipping the hour in favour of taking food to Luke and ensuring his dressings were changed. Which for most cabins, was what? Three classes a week? 

Not for the Apollo kids — who have always and will always have their first hour spent on the Archery fields. Mainly because it’s when the sun is rising, shining on them in the early mornings and giving them their power to hit the bullseye. You included, even if healing was more your purview. 

So you’d missed probably around twenty classes, give or take a few. Your form was, well, subpar at best. Lee had to spend the entire hour making sure you didn’t accidentally hit one of your siblings — and that was after he had to re-teach you the basics. 

You probably would’ve been better had you not been so distracted — your mind whirring with thoughts of Luke. You wished your brain would just leave it alone, but apparently you weren’t done mulling over the situation. You wanted to slap yourself across the face and say hey, idiot. The three weeks is up, he’s healed. It’s over. But your siblings would probably look at you weird, so you decided against it. 

Instead, you threw yourself into your duties. Archery was a bump in the road, but now you were smooth sailing. You didn’t focus on anything else but what you had to do that day — not taking a moment to breathe because if you did that, you’d start thinking about Castellan again. You didn’t want that, you really didn’t want that. 

It was going really well, too. But then Chiron just had to interrupt your canoeing session, asking you to clear out any medical supplies you left over in the spare room of the Big House since nobody was staying there anymore.

Oh, great. You were thinking about him again. 

And then all the thoughts you’d been suppressing since ten in the morning were overflowing your head, and you thought you might have had to ask Mr D if you were going mad because when you cracked open the door and peeked your head in, Luke was sitting on the edge of the bed like usual and you had to blink to make the hallucination go away. 

Except it didn’t go away. Instead it looked at you and smiled, “Hi.”

Your lips parted, and you stepped in. Your eyebrows curved in on themselves, “Uh, hey. What are you…”

You were still about seventy percent sure that he wasn’t real, but nobody was there to listen to you talk to air, so you replied anyway. Luke clicked his tongue, let out a chuckle, then sighed, “I don’t think I can do it.”

Okay, fifty percent sure. 

“Do what?”

“Go back out there.” He gestured a hand to the window that pointed outside, although it was still covered with the curtain. “I thought…I dunno, I guess I got too excited yesterday. Thought I was ready to jump back into it.”

You stepped fully through the threshold, and he followed you with his eyes as you walked over to the desk. Nothing but a few spare bandages that you scooped into your arms before looking back at him. You tilted your head, “Healing isn’t linear. It’s perfectly normal to feel like you’re on top of the world one day and then like it’s crumbling around you the next.”

He stood, walked over to you. Thirty percent. 

“I don’t want to disappoint them.” 

“You won't.” You shook your head, “You made a big step, coming back to camp. That's it for now, you don’t need to take any more big steps for a while.”

He nodded, “No more big steps.”

“Not until you’re ready.”

Luke’s hands reached out, taking the bandages from where you cradled them to your chest. He put them back onto the desk behind you. Ten percent. 

His eyes bore into yours, “I don’t think I’m done healing.”

You shook your head surely, “I don’t think you are, either. And that’s okay.” 

He nodded, lips clicking when he parted them, “Which means you’re not allowed to leave me yet. You have to stay with me until I’m fully better.”

You shook your head then, stammering, “It’s — that’s not how it works. What you went through, it — you might not ever be fully better.” 

But Luke just nodded like he knew that already, taking a step closer, “I think I’m okay with that.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say. What the hell do you say to that? “Okay.”

He nodded, pressing his lips together, “So you’re not gonna leave me.”

Five percent.

A shake of your head, “Not until you ask me to.”

“Good.”

He wrapped his arms around you, and you froze. Okay, he was real. He was really there. You were sure. You hugged him back — he buried his face into your neck and whispered something about you never leaving him again and you whispered something in return about how you wouldn’t dream of it.

So, apparently, you severely underestimated what it was like to be friends with Luke.

You’d thought about it — of course you had. You would imagine what perfect golden boy Luke Castellan was like when he didn’t have to be a perfect golden boy. When he could just be a boy, hanging out with his friends like a normal person would. What jokes did he tell? Did he still keep up that Luke Castellan Grin or did he relax into an easy smirk? Did he make his friends follow the rules even when they were alone? Did he follow the rules when he was alone?

You wondered, although you never thought you’d actually find out. But he’d made it clear you were never leaving his side so long as he still needed you — and he was sticking to that. Firmly.

The summer sun was hot on your back — only this time your dad seemed to be going easy on you, as you weren’t completely uncomfortable under the warm cotton of your camp shirt. You still wafted it every now and then, proving some cool air to your chest, but overall you were feeling good.

You walked into the Amphitheatre with the rest of your siblings — who were less than amused that, despite Luke’s return to camp, Tyler P from the Hephaestus cabin was still running sword fighting practice. They heaved themselves onto the tiered seats with dramatic groans, but he simply grinned at them.

You paused from where you were about to sit down next to Alina when a waving hand caught your peripheral. It was Luke, tucked into the very top corner of the steps, smiling at you from the shadows.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked when you reached him, raising your brow in amusement. He patted the spot next to him and you sat down, just as Tyler began to talk. Luke leaned in.

“I’m watching.” He muttered into your ear, then he smirked at you, “You can’t stop me from doing that.”

“I wasn’t going to.” You murmured, leaning back on your elbows and watching as your siblings paired up reluctantly. “Thanks for pulling me away, though. Gives me an excuse not to take part.”

Luke huffed a laugh, “He can’t be that bad, right?”

“Just you wait.” You smirked.

Turns out, Tyler was that bad. Every ‘new skill’ he tried to teach them either (a) they already knew, something Luke liked to whisper at you with a shake of his head, or (b) he couldn’t even do it himself, let alone teach others how to. Another thing Luke commented on from where he sat beside you, hands aching to get in there and show him what was what.

“Just one tip, and then I’ll go.” He begged under his breath as Tyler dropped his sword for the umpteenth time. “Please.”

“No.” You didn’t even look at him, “Because one tip turns into a demonstration. And a —“

“— a demonstration turns into a class, yeah yeah.” He rolled his eyes, but you just grinned at him. He smiled, “You’re mean.”

“I know.” You said in a faux-sympathetic tone. You pouted at him, “I’m just so cruel, aren’t I?”

His eyes narrowed, and his mouth stretched into a disbelieving grin, “Damn, doc. What happened to you?”

You scoffed amusedly, “You did.”

His mouth dropped open and you smiled, looking away. He poked your side and you shuffled away with a giggle, attempting to ignore his riled up smile. He didn’t relent, for every inch you moved away from him, he scooted right back towards you. You looked at him with a narrowed gaze, “I miss when you were too miserable to talk to me.”

“No you don’t.” He shook his head. He was right, you didn’t.

He let out a slow breath through his nose, and you felt it on your face. That was when you realised how close your faces were — mere centimetres apart. You swallowed thickly, but you didn’t move away. Luke’s smile stretched, and his hand began to inch up your arm.

You squinted, “What are you doing?”

It was his turn to feign confusion, pulling his lips into the same pout you did only moments earlier, “What are you talking about?”

His hand was at your elbow now, sliding higher. You shook your head, a minute movement, “Doctor Patient Fraternising isn’t allowed.”

He gasped, pulling his hand back in favour of placing it dramatically against his chest, “It’s not?”

“Nope.” You grinned amusedly, “Sorry.”

“Damn.” He leaned back, glancing at you for a second before looking back towards Tyler’s shitshow of a sword lesson, “Guess I’ll have to get another doctor.”

You snorted, “You’re a loser.”

You stood up and went to rejoin your siblings, and Luke shouted after you, “I’m your loser!”

“What was that?” Lee asked when you stopped beside him.

“What? Oh,” You glanced back at where Luke was sat, and he averted his gaze from where he had been looking at you. You looked up at your brother, “He’s just happy to be back, is all.”

He chuckled, “Sure.”

Whatever. He was your person again and Lee could suck your dick if he had anything to say about it.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I please request Bill thinking he finally found a human who won't betray him, someone he really enjoyed the company of (but would never admit to that because Bill) only to find them trying to destroy the portal?

This is long as shit, be warned and I tried to keep bill in character as much as possible but he might be ooc at some points.

Your first meeting with Bill was one he didn’t expect. When faced with something you know isn’t normal, the response Bill was expecting was you running away until you were out of sight, talking off the ears of anyone who’d head your warning but you instead smiled at him.

‘Nice bow tie and top hat sentient triangle.’ You said.

‘The names Bill Cipher, so you can stop calling me that name, I find it rather insulting, and thanks! I dress to impress but most people just run away or scream bloody murder to appreciate my effort to look presentable’ he replies, finding himself a new human pet to play with after swearing to himself that Sixer would be the last, Bill was a liar and he knew it, messing with humans and destroying their physique was the most genuine fun he’s had in a long, long while.

This was merely the begging of yours and Bills weird friendship and it was only going to get weirder from this point onwards.

Being friends with a sentient triangle dream demon was…a experience indeed as you’d often wake to him floating above you, drinking something through a silly straw and wearing a hat unlike the usual slim black top hat he wore, only to find out that he had somehow snuck several chicken into your room that had scaly dragon legs and could breath fire.

That took a while for you to get ride of them with a wooden broom and not have it set on fire when the chickens retaliate with fire.

‘How did you find such things?’ You’d ask Bill when sitting down to eat breakfast.

He shrugs. ‘You search for a realm that swaps certain anatomy of animals and play a demented game of mix and match to see what monstrosities to humanity could be made and bingo! Infinite possibilities of scaring or scaring people for the rest of their lives! ha ha!’

‘And chickens with dragon feet and could breath fire is your go to choice, wasn’t there anything else you could’ve chosen from?’ You inquired as you took a bite of your breakfast and immediately grimacing when you felt something was off.

‘Oh sure there was and- oh you’ve found where I put my mealworms from last week.’ Bill casually told you as he plays with his silly straw while you spat your breakfast out into a nearby bin, wiped your mouth before pushing the plate away from you as your appetite was ruined.

'glad to be of help. buddy.' you replied as you decided that it would be best to wait for bill to disappear before attempting to eat and or drink again.

As the weeks progress Bill found himself enjoying your company more than he originally suspected, sure you were fun to mess with and play impractical pranks on from time to time. However -and he’ll never admit this ever- he had come to actually enjoy spending time with you and getting to know you outside of his personal human plaything.

Bill begrudgingly remembered your least favourite family member and why, your favourite colour, your first pets name and so much more that he would deem unimportant; to things that were deep and personal to you such as your fear of being alone or not taken seriously enough. To which he offered some -albeit questionable- advice.

‘Listen if everyone takes themselves seriously or someone wants everyone else to take them seriously, then who’s going to laugh at kids when they fall over, or at people who make an fool of themselves as they fall upon their own sword of hubris.’ Bill tells you once as you both sat on the roof of your home, star gazing.

‘And what am I meant to take away from all that ?’ You asked, not understanding what he was getting with this.

‘Don’t take yourself too seriously or expect others to either when you know that version of yourself will be someone you’ll sooner regret wishing for.’ Bill responded.

‘Do you miss home?’ You then asked him out of the blue and Bill couldn’t help but be a little taken aback by it.

‘Home..’ bill trailed off as he took his hat off, reached a hand inside and pulled out a glowing atom, the remains of his home. ‘This is what remains of my home.’ He tells you rather sombrely, remembering the last time he told a human of his origins, only for him to dedicate himself into destroying him.

‘I’m..I’m so sorry I didn’t-‘ you’d tried to apologise but bill held up a hand as he returned the remains of his home back into his top hat before putting it back on his head.

‘It’s fine. I was bound to tell you about that sooner or later.’ He waves his hand but you could tell you struck a nerve.

‘Sooo…what happened to your home, only if you don’t mind me asking.’ - you

‘It was destroyed by a monster.’ Bill answered with a distant look in his eye.

‘As stupid as this will probably sound to you but you’ll always have a home with me, I hope you know that.’ You told him with the most genuine smile across your face and Bill couldn’t help but feel…touched by your words. He’s thrown and done everything to push you to the brink and all you’ve done was withstand him and his shenanigans all the while standing your ground.

‘You’re a strange human and your sentimentality makes me physically sick but…I guess I appreciate the thought.’ Bill had to force himself to say, he might as well have swallowed down stones with how hard it seemed for him to say anything remotely considerate. You were quite possibly the only human that showed him kindness and compassion and that made the dream demon feel weird and out of his depth.

Now that Bill was thinking about it not once had you ever given him a reason to distrust you, sure he was suspicious of you at first, but overtime you have proven yourself to be the most trustworthy person in his long, long life. You had made him feel unlike anything he’s felt before and that made him on edge, just in the case that he was being lured into a false sense of security later down the line, but nope you didn’t do such a thing and stayed open and honest him no matter what.

It almost made bill feel bad about the shit he put you through but soon he’d come to regret saying these words, for not even a week later and Bill caught you red handed destroying his portal after searching the house for you when you didn’t greet him like usual.

‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!’ He screamed, his body burning brightly at the betrayal you’ve just committed, was everything you said a lie? Were you just as good at pulling people along as he was? How long have you been waiting for this exact moment to get back at him?

‘What does it look like, I’m destroying the portal.’ Your reply was stone cold as you continued to dismantle the portal piece by piece while Bill shouted profanities at you.

‘YOU LIED TO ME!’ - bill

‘That’s cute coming from someone who takes sick enjoyment in breaking every human he comes across, pushing them into utter madness with no remorse!’ You chuckled humourlessly as you looked at the dream demon who looked about ready to either cry or combust.

‘YOU LIED TO ME!’ Bill repeated as his anger only grew stronger the more he began to think back on all of your heart to heart moments and wonder whether they were fake too? Did you not mean it when you said that he had a home with you?

‘I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell you the whole truth.’ You retorted. ‘Now are you going to shut up and kill me or keep ranting on how I somehow betrayed you because either way I don’t care.’ You added as you watched the triangular demon closely.

‘Kill you? Oh no sweetie, you’ve just earned a fate WORSE THEN DEATH! Eternal torture until you speak the truth and then torture you so more because I find your pathetic humans pain funny!’ Bill laughed maniacally. ‘And to think I was starting to like you, you just had to go and stab me in the back!’

You shrug, trying to hide how scared you were in this moment, knowing that even if you did scream for help it would be far too late by the time Ford, Stan or either dipper or Mabel to save you and you were okay with that. ‘First time for everything right?’ You asked with a smile. ‘I’m sure you’ll get use to it sooner or later.’

Bill’s eye was wide and looking maniacal in the moment as his voice was oddly and unnervingly calm that it froze your blood. ‘You humans might act brave in the face of danger, but what I’m capable will have you wishing you never picked up that wrench or tried playing the hero. For playtime is over.’

[senkuideas4all]

I’m sure you guys know about the movie “Flipped,”right? Or at least the concept of PersonA openly expressing their affections for PersonB, only to get shut down every time, and personB soon developing feelings once personA no longer likes them/isn’t as affectionate as they once were.

…

This troupe + Senku has so much potential—

PersonA should be someone who’s known Senku for an extremely long time, I think—maybe a neighbor or kindergarten classmate. He’s not someone who can be enticed by romance easily (or at all if we’re looking at a canonical standpoint. Thankfully this is fanfiction) so he’ll need a LOT of time and exposure for said person to grow on him.

I imagine Byakuya patiently waiting by the door for his son, only for Senku to come home after his first day of kindergarten with an irritable scowl on his face and another kid clinging onto him. Please, he was crying tears of joy once he found out that his stern son actually made a friend. His first friend!

PersonA probably squeezed their way in into every experiment and reading session. There was a day when Senku went home on his own (which he thought was suspicious and lonesome without a certain person clinging onto him and annoying him) and was greeted by a grinning Byakuya (which he also found suspicious). All the skepticism soon made sense once he opened the door to his room and found the very person who wasn’t there to bother him a few minutes ago. Surprised and huffing out, he slams the door shut and makes his way towards his father who was startled by the noise.

As his son rambled on and on about what PersonA could possibly be doing in his room without his knowledge, Byakuya couldn’t help but grin even wider than he ever did when he noticed his son’s relieved expression. It probably wasn’t obvious to anybody else but him at the time, but the child was clearly disappointed upon his return home alone.

Senku doesn’t know it yet and won’t know about it until years and years later, but the child upstairs was worth tens of billions and meant so much more than his son could possibly imagine. He just hopes his son won’t take them for granted.

I envision Senku labelling PersonA as an annoying and persistent hinderance (with a few other quirks that he’s noticed over the years) but would still treat fairly…somewhat well. Someone who he occasionally pays special care and attention to only because “my old man likes them a lot and would give me an earful and take my equipment away if he hears I don’t treat them good enough.”

Maybe he can reminisce about PersonA during and after the petrifaction since in all his years of knowing that ‘bothersome’ person, this was probably the furthest and longest time they’ve been apart. Now that he’s given the space that he’d always wanted, he starts to wonder if it was always this quiet. When was the last time he had such a thick, deafening silence? He never really noticed it in the first few years he’s been in the darkness of the petrification—he was too busy counting every passing second and thinking of what could’ve possibly lead to this situation to have such thoughts.

He had always fantasized about complete, utter silence to ‘focus better’, but was soon disappointed that it wasn’t as great as he’d expected. It wasn’t until 3,700 years of counting that he finally broke out of the stone. As he’s roasting his dinner one night, his mind drifts off. Now that he thinks about it, he never once had a thought of PersonA within the first month he escaped that stone prison. Survival was the priority, but to not think about the person who’s been with you the most in your entire life was…strange? He picked up the skewer and stares at his meal. They used to always insist on making his meals. Ever since Byakuya left Japan, they’d constantly check up on him to make sure he’s eating anything aside from ramen…or just eating anything at all.

Who knew doing all this on his own could be so different? He used to believe that his life would still flow the way it did whether or not they were there by his side, but now, even eating felt odd without a certain someone talking and filling in the silence.

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I actually spewed all that up?Unfortunately, that’s all I could put together with my dwindling energy. I can’t decide on whether or not Senku’s realization of his feelings will actually occur pre-pertification/post-petrification/no-petrification au. I did mention about post-petrification(albeit sloppily)but that’s only because I don’t have much interesting or unique scenarios for the other two. I’ll leave that to the other writers out there. I’m so disappointed with my post-petrification word vomit so don’t let that part hinder your own ideas about the troupe.I might also request this to any willing author if I find one. If you do, do me a favor and request for a Flipped-inspired fic? I want to read their take on the troupe <3.

[awriterinthenight]

hiii if it's possible could you do a jess mariano one where everyone in the town is just waiting for him and reader to finally get together cause everyone knows they like each other but they are both oblivious and keep insisting they're just friends

Everyone Place Your Bets

words: 2171

warnings: Nothing except for the town being how they are towards Jess

summary: You and Jess were just friends, right? Even though everyone was constantly betting on when you'd get together

a/n this was written off of candy, an energy drink, and pure adrenaline, so please enjoy and I put off my school work to write this, help

Recently all anyone ever heard anyone in Stars Hollow say was, "look at how well they compliment each other' or 'when are they going to get together, I'd swear they're already dating' or the really out of pocket things from Miss Pattie, 'they'd have such cute kids if they just got over themselves'. That last one was what finally made you snap. Everywhere you went someone said something about you and Jess, even though you were just friends.

Right?

The town had gone insane recently. Originally it started with small comments, nothing major, and nothing truly about you two being together. Jess was new to town and instantly became the town troublemaker. Wherever he went trouble followed, even if some of the things that happened weren't his fault. Doose's Market is an apple sort? Must've been Jess stealing one. The coffee at Luke's was cold? Of course it was Jess' fault, even though Luke was the one who forgot to put a fresh pot on. Princess Diana died 5 years ago? The town didn't know how he did it, but it must've been Jess. Stars Hollow residents were just crazy enough to try and blame him for that.

Everyone wanted Jess to stay away from them, and even more to stay away from their precious Rory Gilmore. Most people thought he'd be a bad influence on her, so it was frowned upon when anyone saw him even remotely near her. The town tried to keep her away from him, which led to him accidentally meeting you.

You hadn't planned to walk into Luke's that day, but all you wanted was a cup of coffee, so why not stop at Stars Hollows finest. Walking into the little shop on the corner felt like stepping into a different world. No phones were allowed or else Luke would yell at you, even though he was already yelling at Jess when you walked in. On the counter was a display of pastries, including the muffin you now really wanted.

You stood there at the counter waiting for either Luke or the boy at the counter to acknowledge you for just a second, so you could get what you came in here for, but it didn't look like that was happening anytime soon. Fed up listening to their argument about how the younger boy should stay away from some girl and he was a bad influence, but why should he care blah blah blah, you just leaned over the counter, grabbing the muffin out the display.

Luke, finally noticing you, turned and pointed at you, "Hey, you can't do that, this is a diner not a buffet. You can't just take without ordering," he scolded.

"Well no one here seems to be working, so as long as I pay why should you care?" you retorted, taking a bite out of your muffin, pulling out the money you owed.

Luke stuttered for a moment before saying, "Fair point, but don't do that again," then turning to the younger boy at the counter, "I'll finish this argument later, but for now deal with customers before there's more of her," he instructed, pointing to you.

The dark-haired boy muttered something, waving him off. He then turned to the counter, starting to read his book, disregarding the job he was told to do.

You stood there for a few seconds before asking, "Could I get a cup of coffee?" making the boy look up at you, before silently turning to pour coffee into a mug. He handed it to you, going back to reading his book. You sat there silently unsure about what to say since you wanted to make conversation with him.

"That was quite an argument," you started, trying to catch the boy's attention.

His eyes stayed on the book, "I've had worse," he quipped, practically mumbling it.

You nodded, "So not to be nosy, but what'd you do, knock a girl up?" you joked, attempting to joke with him.

He let out a slight chuckle at your comment, setting his book down. He never interacted with customers much, but this seemed like a conversation worth having and he didn't know why.

"Not that it's any of your business, but if I did do that I think the town would chase me away with pitchforks and torches," he said, a playful tone in his voice.

"I think burning you at the stake would be more effective," you joked.

"This town would love to do that to me," he mentioned, leaning against the counter, now almost eye level with you, "I didn't even do anything, just talked to the wrong girl, apparently this town is obsessed with her."

You nodded, knowing immediately who he was talking about, "I see," you said, "If it makes you feel any better I wouldn't want them to chase you out of town. I mean you have better taste in books than almost anyone else here," you told him, pointing to his book.

His expression turned to shock as he held up the book, "You've read this?" he asked.

"I mean it's no Jane Austen or Mary Shelley, but it's pretty good," you said with a shrug.

He nodded, looking as if in thought for a moment, "I just started it, so I'll have to take your word for it."

You couldn't help but smile at him before looking at the clock to see the time. You had somewhere to be soon, so sadly you had to cut your conversation short.

"I have to go, but I'll see you around..." you said, looking at the name tag he had on, "Jess," you said with a nod.

"I'll see around too..." he trailed off, waiting for you to tell him your name.

You stuttered a bit before saying your name, to which he nodded saying, "I'll have to tell you what I think about the book when I finish it."

After that day in the diner, Jess starting hanging out and talking to you more. In the classes he had with you he would distract you by talking about whatever book he was reading, or who pissed him off at school. Every time he went to the bookstore he brought you with him, because in his words, he needed a second opinion on what books to get. Whenever you walked into the diner, which was more frequently now, he would always immediately head over to where you were and spend his entire shift with you until you left.

It was safe to say Jess seemed to be over Rory and maybe into you, but you didn't believe that would ever happen. Jess was just a friend, no matter how much the town pushed and gossiped.

News, like any other, spread quickly in Stars Hollow about the new girl Jess was supposedly seeing. It started with weird looks from people and whispers about how you were friends with Jess. Which then turned into more notable people like Kirk or Babette asking questions as to why you were hanging out with Stars Hollow's troublemaker.

Eventually the town changed their gossip to how cute you two would look together and when you would get together. You and Jess thought it was crazy, since you were just friends. Although sometimes you spent the night at Jess' place when you watched movies together, or how Jess constantly had an arm around you, or his hand on you. The townspeople might've seen it as something a couple would do, but friends did that stuff too.

Right?

Allegedly there was an underground bet going on about you two. You didn't know much about it, and refused to believe that even that was too crazy for this town. The betting was real and quite interesting. Kirk and Miss Pattie were the two highest bidders who were competing to win.

Miss Pattie said it would happen soon with Jess just kissing you out of nowhere and it would be full of passion, and details she did not need to describe. Kirk had placed his entire paycheck from his latest job that there would be an argument, but you would confess first in the gazebo. The two of them argued about how theirs would happen and how the other wouldn't, which led to almost everyone having a bet on you and Jess.

Somehow even Luke and Lorelai got roped in, with Luke betting (mostly out of spite) that neither Jess or you would ever confess, while Lorelai (who was just glad Jess was away from her daughter) said you would confess first, leaving a very stunned Jess.

Other bets include things like where it would happen, most people speculating it being during one of Stars Hollow's many town events, or when you both graduated. People betted on things like how it would be done, who would confess first, and even what you'd be wearing.

Eventually the betting had gone on long enough that it was spiraling out of control. You started to see more people watching you and Jess. While he just ignored it, you couldn't stand it. Without truly meaning to you started distancing yourself from him. Going to the diner less, calling him less, and even stopping going to the bookstore.

Your whole dynamic shifted and your final straw was when Kirk kept dropping hints on what you should wear on certain days and where you should go. Trying to clear your head you decided to take a walk through Stars Hollow, accidentally passing in front of Luke's.

Jess, who was closing up, caught a glimpse of you outside the diner, and quickly ran after you. He found you leaning against one of the walls of the gazebo, looking at the sky.

"You've been avoiding me recently," Jess said, getting right to the point, while also startling you.

it took you a second to compose yourself before sputtering out, "I haven't," lying to him.

He took a deep breath, walking to stand right in front of you, making you take a step back, "I've known you long enough to know when you're lying."

"I'm not lying," you said, messing with the hem of your shirt, "I've just been busy," you told him, shivering from the cold. You meant to bring a jacket, but forgot since you were rushing out your house.

"So you call not coming by the diner anymore and not showing up for our trips to the bookstore, not avoiding me?" he said with a scoff, "Cause that seems like you avoiding me."

You were silent, unable to think of a response, or excuse to tell him.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice softer and quieter than before.

You took a breath before answering, "This town, that's what happened. Everywhere I look someone's always watching us, watching me," you exclaimed, "I can't stand. It's like we're some show for them to watch then take bets on. I thought if I walked away it would all stop," you admitted, your head hung low.

"You thought if you walked away from me the town would leave us alone?" he questioned, confused as to why you would do that, "This town doesn't leave anyone alone, why would yo-" he started, but got cut off by you.

"No, not that the town would leave us alone, but that all of this would stop, that," you said, taking a deep breath, "my feelings for you would stop," you whispered out, Jess only able to hear it from how close he was standing to you.

Jess froze for a minute, now it was his turn to be unable to find words.

"I didn't want to face this cause I knew you didn't feel the same. You like Rory and not me, which is fine," you said, rocking back and forth on your heels from how nervous you were.

"I don't like Rory," Jess confessed, stunning you, as you lifted your head up to look at him, "I mean I did, then I met you, and you are nothing like her. You're better than her in so many ways. I don't want her, I want you," he confessed, looking deeply into your eyes.

You looked back at him, "Really?" you asked softly, your face so close to his you could feel his breath against your face.

He nodded, moving his hand to your waist, "You're what I want. Screw this town and their stupid bets."

You couldn't help but laugh at his comment saying, "Yeah, screw this town," before kissing him. The kiss was slow and soft, but turned more passionate, as his hand clung to your waist pulling you closer, while one of your hands stayed on his waist, the other in his hair. You didn't know how long you stood there with Jess, since to you it felt like forever, but it was soon broken by a yell.

"I knew it, Miss Pattie owes me $500," Kirk yelled, running across town to Miss Patties. You laughed at his antics, before being pulled back into another kiss.

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[castiwls]

coach (doesn't) always know best .ᐟ

Paring; coach!patrick x single mom!reader

Synopsis; Patrick continues to be a thorn in your side whether he means to or not. When you get a phone call claiming your son had hit another kid you had a damn good idea who had a hand in this.

Notes; part two to my coach one shot kinda? I think I'm gonna write more one shots which all link into a larger story? I'm not good with full series but I have an idea where I wanna take this. ALSO named the kid Noah to help make it easier

Masterlist | coach!au masterlist

You were pissed - scratch that seething. 

You’ve been having a good week. Work had been easy and thankfully so had your son, Noah had his moments even at eight he was still prone to random emotional outbursts which always left a slight pit in your stomach.

You’d never planned to be a single parent and sometimes you really wanted to need someone else to rant to whenever you fucked up. Though this time it wasn’t you who had fucked up.

“What made you think that was okay?” Your son watched from the kitchen table, his eyes wide with the guilt you knew was eating at him. He’d been quiet ever since you’d come to pick him up from school besides mumbling apologies he’d barely spoken something which left you uneasy. 

“I have always told you to never put your hands on someone else! If a kid is mean to you or your friends you go get a teacher.” A sigh left your lips as you paused in front of him. This was completely new ground. He was a good kid, the best which is why you’d been in utter disbelief when you’d gotten the phone call telling you to come pick him up.

You’d immediately assumed he must have been sick but his teacher had quickly curved that by telling you that your son had taken it upon himself to hit another kid at break. You knew the kid he’d hit was a brat - it was common knowledge - but that didn’t make a difference on how your son had acted. 

His little feet kicked idly as he stared at his hands. “I know he was being mean to your friend okay? And he shouldn’t have taken that toy but you shouldn’t have hit him.” You knelt your hand rubbing over his knee. 

“You're mad.” He mumbled reusing to look up. “I’m disappointed.” You corrected him. 

His cheated heaved as he took a breath, and you already knew he wasn’t far off crying. The disappointment was far worse than anger in his mind. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his hands pulling at his polo.

“I know you are. But why?” You couldn’t get your head around why he had hit this kid! Ever since he was young you’d discouraged hitting and he’d never attempted it since starting school. You were sure you’d curved the habit but now you were unsure. 

“Why did you hit him?”

Noah sniffled his shoulders slumping as you watched him, waiting. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this one. “He kept being mean to Conner and he wouldn’t do anything! He pushed him over yesterday and the teacher didn’t believe us.” Your jaw tightened slightly as he relayed the story. “That doesn’t mean you hit him.”

He nodded. “I mentioned it last night at practice, and Conner got upset, so Patrick asked what happened, and he said that a bully won't stop unless you show him you're just as strong.” He looked up, his big eyes wet, as he rubbed a fist across his ruddy cheeks. 

You hummed pulling him in for a hug.

You were gonna kill Patrick.

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“You told my son to hit a boy.” 

Patrick grimaced leaning against his car as your voice carried down the phone. “Hello to you too.” He mumbled. 

“Patrick.” You snapped. 

“I didn’t tell him to hit the kid!”

“You told him to get him back! He’s eight! He doesn’t understand that ‘get him back’ doesn’t mean literally do the same thing.”

“I didn’t think he’d listen to me! I was just tryna make the kid feel better.” You scoffed mumbling under your breath. Shifting his grip on the phone he took another drag of his cigarette. “I’m sorry alright! I didn’t think he’d take it literally.”

He couldn’t lie part of him got a small kick out of it. The teachers weren’t doing anything and at least your son had the guts to stand up to the kid. Maybe he’d gone about it the wrong way but still, he doubted that kid would be trying anything again soon. 

“Get your ass over here right now.” Your tone was still harsh as you watched the window. “I want you to tell him what he did was wrong.”

Patrick’s eyes widened. “Hey, I’m his tennis coach, not some sorta ethics teacher.” He stamped out the cigarette a small smirk pulling at his lips as memories of that last time he’d ended up at your door flashed through his mind. 

Hell, that had been the first time he’d managed to render you speechless…more than once. He’d taken great amusement in the way you’d refused to look at him for the full week after, almost as if you were embarrassed that he’d worn you down that fast.

“I think you just want an excuse to get me back into your house.” He heard your groan and his grin only widened. “Mhm. One time wasn’t enough?”

“I’m going to skin you alive Zweig.”

“I love when you talk like that. It’s kinda hot knowing you think about me…even if it is about my demise.”

A scowl formed on your face as your hand tightened over your phone. Damn him. 

“You’ll be here in 30 minutes or i will make sure you can’t have any children.”

He chuckled, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He could almost picture the look on your face, the way your jaw clenched as your eyes would darken just a smidge.

“Anything you say, Sweetheart.”

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It only took one ring for you to open the door, a tight smile pulling at your lips as you let him in. “Just in time.” You mumbled not missing the way his eyes seemed to take an elevator sweep of your body.

Patrick grinned, hands shoved into his jeans as you closed the door. “Look’s like my future children are safe huh?”

“For now.” 

You turned heading towards the kitchen before yelling over your shoulder. “Take your shoes off.”

Patrick rolled his eyes before kicking his shoes off and following you through the entryway. Noah looked up from his plate, his eyes widening before a bright grin broke out when he noticed Patrick behind you. He raised his hand in greeting which Patrick returned with a smile of his own. 

“You remember how i spoke to you about what you did?” Noah’s gaze moved to you, his smile dulling slightly as he nodded. “Yeah.” You gestured to Patrick as you leaned against the counter. 

Patrick frowned something in his chest pulling at the way the normally lively boy seemed subdued almost as he listened to you. “Patricks gonna talk to you about the conversation you had alright?” You pushed off the counter sending Patrick a look which said ‘Don’t fuck this up’ before you paused by the doorway.

“You're not in trouble.” You reminded gently. Noah nodded, his shoulders relaxing when he registered that Patrick wasn’t there to yell at him. You smiled before turning to leave. “Wait. wait, wait, wait. You're not gonna…stay” He gestured to your son. 

“This is your problem.” You hummed watching as the man gaped at you. “You can solve this by telling him what you actually meant.” Patrick seemed to snap out of his shock. He’d caused this mess and now you were letting him talk to your son about it again! You were letting him parent your damn child!

He was not qualified for this. 

You sighed stepping closer as Noah watched you both. “I already laid the groundwork you just have to reinforce it. He’s gonna listen to you since it's you who he listened to the first time.” 

Before he could respond you’d already wandered away. He watched for a moment as you disappeared up the stairs before he turned back to the boy. Taking a small breath he clapped his hands before pulling out the chair next to him. 

“Alright kid, ready to talk?”

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Half an hour later you were growing angsty. They were still talking. You hadn’t heard any screaming yet, neither had Patrick come looking for you which you assumed was a good thing.

Though you were quickly running out of chores. You’d cleaned your room and his room before doing both bathrooms. It couldn't help to just go and check…right?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you quietly returned downstairs. The soft echo of voices reached your ears as you paused by the kitchen door, peering through the crack. Your lips parted in slight shock as you watched your son nodding eagerly at whatever his coach was saying. 

He was practically half-lent across the table as he listened. The room fell quiet for a moment before your son's voice filled the silence. “Mommies still mad.” He said, his lips pulling into a frown. “Your Mom’s not upset bud.” Patrick sighed resting a hand on the table. 

“She’s probably just shocked more than anything. Shocked and maybe disappointed but she's not mad.” He reassured, his tone softer than you’d ever heard. Something in your chest pulled as you watched the two. The way your son shifted ever closer filled you with a slight warmth.

Your ex wasn’t the best father, too caught up in his own company even when he had Noah to make an effort. You knew he was missing a male role model and you’d spent many nights kicking yourself for the downfall of your relationship.

He really trusted Patrick. You swallowed your hand curling over the door knob as your son got off his chair. You watched with bated breath as he stopped by Patrick's legs, his small voice mumbling. “Hug?”

Patrick seemed to freeze for a moment, his eyes glancing around the room. He didn’t seem to notice you before he looked back down to Noah’s pleading gaze. “Sure buddy.” He smiled helping the boy climb into his lap.

Patrick fumbled for a moment before figuring out the best way to hold him, his large hands rubbing over his back. “You know you're really lucky right?” Noah hummed pulling back slightly. “How?”

Patrick smiled. “Your mom really loves you. The fact she was so worried over this means that she really cares okay? I promise you she’s not mad.” Noah nodded. “She's not mad,” he repeated, the message finally seeming to sink in as he buried his head back into Patrick's chest. 

His hand continued to rub soothing patterns as he let himself enjoy the affection. It made his heart warm almost the way the little boy seemed to finally properly relax. “You really hit the jackpot.” He teased feeling Noah shift. 

“I’m pretty sure you got the best mom in the whole world.”

Noah giggled pulling back again. “I did!” He grinned. 

You stepped back, your head hitting the wall as their voices drifted into the background. Taking a breath you tried to suppress the smile pulling at your lips as the scene replayed over and over in your head. 

Patrick thought you were a good Mom. The thought was insane. The fact that you liked it was even wilder.

Taking a breath you pushed off the wall. You’d let them be for now.

[sunnyferr]

"The characters from Naruto realizing they're in love."

Hello, this is my first headcanon! Please bear with me as I'm not very fluent in English, but I'll do my best <3

Characters: Naruto, Sasuke and Shikamaru

The first thoughts towards you were something like "She's too nice of a girl!" because you were kind and quite fun, to be honest! I spent most of my time with you. If we weren't training, we were eating ramen at Ichiraku, and if we weren't eating, we were bothering Tsunade or Sakura.

Spending time with you became a habit in our afternoons, mornings, and nights. There were times when you went on missions for almost a whole week. Strangely, I felt empty without you. After all, you were my teammate and best friend, right?

Well... not entirely. I loved you, but I just thought it was another teenage crush like the one with Sakura. But it wasn't really like that. I felt a connection for a long time. The fear of rejection was the real issue...

The day I accepted loving you was the day you almost lost your life facing some ninjas from the Sound Village. You came back badly wounded. Seeing that scene, I felt something break inside me. I didn't want to see you harmed, I wanted to protect you.

When you came out of the hospital, with your hands bandaged and a few scratches here and there, I was waiting for you at the door. Upon seeing me, you asked what I was doing there. I invited you to eat ramen, thinking it would ease any pain you were feeling at that moment. We walked slowly to Ichiraku, sat down, and ate almost until bursting. Both of us satisfied, you put money on the table, but I placed a sum higher than yours. You looked at me strangely, "I'll pay, y/n-chan..." You vehemently refused, trying to pay yourself. Ichiraku and its daughter watched amusedly, the argument was small, like when we argued as kids. After some back and forth, we split the bill evenly, and we left the food stall. I walked you home, we talked about everything, but little by little I felt our hands brushing more than usual. Suddenly, I stopped and stood in front of you, uttering the words that had been longing to come out of my mouth.

"These past few days have been the best since you've been with me. I would like to always be by your side... I ask you, please, to be my girl until the end of time. I promise I'll always protect you! Dattebayo!"

Quite challenging, honestly. He's like a stone, shows you NOTHING, I'd even believe a stone could show more affection than him. The first thought he had of you was a 'hmph...' and NOTHING ELSE.

But that changes when he sees you train. He sees you as a strong and powerful woman, trying to move forward and continue training with a fixed goal in mind. He adores that his partner has a fixed goal and strives to achieve it (as he does, actually).

He wants a partner who fights alongside him, not someone he has to rescue from every problem they encounter. And when he noticed how independent and resourceful you were, he fell for you like nobody else.

At first, it was hard for him to accept that he was utterly lost in your presence as the Alpha Female, given that his pride is bigger than his body. But he wanted you to be with him as his future wife and to restore the clan with you (😏).

He took you by surprise, seeing him at the window of your house, leaning on the frame. The moonlight illuminated the room, and the curtains danced in an infinite seeming dance. Sasuke had left the village a long time ago, but he visited you almost every day, and you never knew the exact reason, but you almost expected him every day. 'What are you doing here? I thought you had an important mission tonight!' you said, snapping out of the surprise that the dark-haired boy had given you. He stepped away from the window frame and approached you slowly, taking your hands delicately. His hands were very cold compared to yours, which radiated a warm embrace. He sighed and spat out the words that had been stuck in his chest:

"I need to be by your side. It makes me feel calm with myself. Right now, I'm giving you the opportunity to escape together and restore my clan... both of us, together."

(my baby❤️)

He is the true "mastermind" (Taylor reference). Since he realized his love for you, he began to play with your mind little by little so that you would fall into his love trap.

I know he seems like a lazy guy who doesn't care about anything (which he actually is), but when he felt the direct hit to his heart, he realized he couldn't let you slip away from him.

"How annoying you are, I guess I'll have to accompany you so you don't get lost, right?" It seems like you're forcing him to accompany you, right? NO, he indirectly offered to take you to Training Ground Number 5 (even though you knew perfectly well where it was).

He would make all the dominoes fall perfectly in his favor, and he knew that you also felt something strong for him (Ino, the gossip, never tell him about your loves again).

You arrived at the gates of the village; you had been away for a few days on an important mission, with an important scroll in your hands. At the entrance, the boy with eyes as dark as night was waiting for you. He greeted you as usual, teasing you about being too slow. He always made silly jokes because he knew it annoyed you a little, but it was funny to see you like that. He offered to carry the scroll together, and you accepted. You walked together to the Hokage's tower, and before entering Tsunade's office, a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Lately... you've been more annoying than usual... you never leave my mind, and the clouds I see every day. I need to confess to you that I don't want you to be just annoying in my dreams, but also by my side. What do you say?"

[creatingblackcharacters]

hey there! so, im making a character who's Black, anddd i need help with them. badly so.

(sorry in advance bc this character isnt That developed or at least not as much as other OCs i have)

alright, they're an afab teen under the non-binary umbrella (im not sure on what gender i should give them). they're in a friend group with two other teens, one of whom found out she's trans, and that made them go like "wait maybe im not cis". they live in an extremely conservative christian town, and they're one of the few black kids there (it's an awful place to live, i make that very clear), which makes it so that they're not very connected with LGBTQ not POC communities - which is why their friend was the one who introduced queerness to them. they're the quietest of their friend group, quite autism coded but i dont think I'll really specify it, and they're a pretty normal kid all things considered (a bit of a self-insert personality wise lol)

when i first thought this character's gender arc, as the story will be very visual (animatics probably), i thought of them experimenting with gender by trying on their older brother's clothes. seeing they like how it looks, they decide to pick up a pack of scissors and cut their hair themself.

now, i remembered "oh fuck, POC usually don't like to have their hair messed with do they?" (i have read a bunch of posts abt that so im 99% certain lol-), then noticed how white the whole arc looks (i need more contact with POC i live in White Hell i have no other reference ;;), and that kinda discouraged me from writing them to the point i almost scrapped the whole character arc and even the concept- which is also why they're not as developed as they should be.

now, the actual question! how to write their transition arc, while also remaining respectful and realistic? also, have you noticed anything in this ask that's kinda fucked up, and how can i fix it if so? im doing my best to represent many groups of ppl with my OCs and i want to be accurate sorry if this ask is very long ;;

thank you so much for answering, and thank you for this blog!! you're very cool :)

So first, I deeply want to apologize for how late I am on answering this. I didn't want to answer without being informed, but I also know how much you want advice.

First, if this character is Black, say "Black" not "POC". Even in your head, start making that decision to be specific every time. We have a specific identity, we are not every man, and it's annoying to be referred to so generally when we have an identity.

For the hair part, check out this lesson. If your character decided to cut their hair off themselves, then it's not exactly an issue- it's their hair! It'd be different if it was someone they didn't know and trust touching their hair. You may feel free to refer to my entire syllabus if you want to do the reading to see if there's anything else you may have missed!

As for your question on their transition, this is the part that I was wavering on answering, because I'm currently doing the reading myself for a lesson I'm writing. So at the moment, all I can really say is to read narratives about and by Black trans people, and what that meant for them! That's a cool list I just found, I'm gonna save it for later as a reference.

It's not going to be received the same way as a white person transitioning, no; perception of gender identity and expression are going to be different depending on who's looking. For example, what does 'Black androgyny' look like to white people if they already believe that we have 'masculine' features? Thus the existence of the term 'stud'. Or how long hair is deemed feminine, but there are plenty of Black and Indigenous people whose hair growth is essential to their identity and has nothing to do with "making them girly".

I think what I plan on getting into more detail on in my lesson- and what you'll need to understand- is that following or even subverting gender "norms" is dependent upon what those cultural norms are, and how they might conflict at times. So to write a respectful narrative, you're going to have to understand what it means to live at that intersection. I hope this all made sense 😅 this is why I'm not confident in that lesson yet.

[ashwhowrites]

So excited to see your requests open!!! My first request since I found you!! So I was having a hard time deciding what to ask for and then I thought why not do a dice roller on the prompt list with the categories!

And I got love confessions 7, and then under fluff 11. Honestly it sounds cute as hell! And that’s all, full author control of the set up and what have you.

And clearly I’m very indecisive tonight so I rolled for who to ask for it with, between Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. And the dice gods decreed Steve and I cannot wait to see what you do with this!

You are chef’s kiss, shining star, ten million fireflies lighting up the world as owlcity fell asleep.

Lol, basically you’re great and your writing is great and thank you so so much for doing requests as much as you do! it really just makes it easier to get through the miasma that is life when I can check here for new goodies on fic days. Your effort is so appreciated babes. XOXO

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.”

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!”

A harsh confession

Steve was a helpless romantic who never wanted to give up on his relationship with Nancy. But it was clear she didn't love him and a part of him was scared to admit he didn't love her. They were high school lovers and he figured she'd be the one until the end, simply because it was the easiest outcome.

And then he met someone else, Y/N. He met someone who made him feel things he had never felt with Nancy. It scared the shit out of him. To make matters worse, it was his new coworker. Someone he would always see and spend time with. Then he'd go back to Nancy and try to get Y/N out of his head.

But she never left. She haunted Steve's head and he couldn't escape her. He didn't have the heart to tell Nancy, so he planned to suffer for the rest of his life in a convenient relationship. Nancy had other plans, she fell in love with someone else too, but she wasn't going to stay for Steve. One drunk night and all her feelings came to the surface. Steve was hurt but man was he relieved.

~~~

Steve walked into work as a new man, a bright smile on his face. He was free and that meant he could go for Y/N, the girl he truly wanted.

"What's got you in a good mood?" Robin asked

"Nancy broke up with me," Steve said, but he didn't sound upset about it, and that confused Robin

"Isn't a breakup supposed to be heartbroken and supposed to be crying in your bedroom and not showering for days?"

"I'm not a girl," Steve scoffed, which led Robin to give him a glare and roll her eyes. "It was needed, neither of us was in it anymore," Steve explained.

"Morning, guys," Y/N smiled as she walked through the doors. Steve smiled upon hearing her voice, his stomach fluttering as she walked past him and he inhaled her perfume.

"Morning, Y/N," Robin smiled

They followed her with their eyes until she was out of sight.

"That's why you aren't upset. You got your eye on someone else," Robin teased, nudging Steve with her elbow.

"Yeah, but the question is, does she have her eye on me?" Steve sighed

~~~

Now that Steve was single, he tried to charm Y/N's socks off. It seemed to work, she'd smile and get shy. Sometimes she'd flirt back and it made Steve's head spin.

He felt too nervous to straight out ask if she was interested in him so he hoped his flirting and consistent interest told her how he felt. But were girls ever that easy? Nope.

She liked Steve, of course, she did. He was gorgeous with his sweet eyes, perfect smile, and flowy hair. She had feelings for him the second she met him. But he was with Nancy so she never went for it. Now he is single and seems to flirt with her more than he ever did with Nancy.

Y/N wanted to give in but she was scared to be his rebound. She liked him too much to date him so fresh out of a relationship. She couldn't tell if he was interested in hooking up or interested in being together. She could have asked him but she felt like she would sound way too pushy about it.

She gave it a week or two and Steve never asked her out so she gave up. A random boy she met asked her out and she accepted the date. She wasn't exactly interested in the poor boy but maybe it would make Steve move forward a step.

~

"SHE'S ON A DATE!" Steve screamed as he walked into Robin's bedroom. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he ran his hands through it. He was beyond frustrated and a bit hurt.

"What?" Robin asked

"She's on a fucking date, Robin. Clearly, she doesn't like me," Steve huffed, collapsing on her bed with a dramatic sigh.

"Well, have you thought about asking her on a date?" Robin sighed, already knowing her peaceful night was going to be spent on Steve's feelings.

"Obviously!" Steve groaned

"Okay, did you ever ask her?"

"Well, no,"

"How do you know she doesn't like you if you've never asked her out?" Robin sarcastically smiled

"Because she's currently on a date with a guy," Steve said back in a duh tone.

"It's a date, Steve. She isn't getting married," Robin said as she rolled her eyes, "ask the girl out."

~~~

The next day Steve pulled her aside at work. She was confused but followed him into the back room.

"What's up?"

"How was your date?" Steve asked, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall

Y/N was surprised he cared to ask, "It was alright. Is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"Will there be another date?" Steve asked. He tried to sound nonchalant but his tone was clearly snippy.

"Being debated," Y/N shrugged.

"Well is he cute?" Steve asked

"Yes, Steve he's cute. What's going on?" Y/N asked

"Just catching up with my friend," Steve shrugged.

Y/N felt her body deflate at the word friend. She rolled her eyes and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked, pushing off the wall to follow her

"To work, Steve. This conversation seems to be pointless." She snapped

"Talking to me is pointless?" Steve scoffed

"It seems like it!" Y/N huffed. "I mean we barely have conversations. We flirt and that's it. Now you call me your friend and try to get the inside scoop of my dating life. What do you want from this conversation?"

"I want to know why you went on a date with that guy!" Steve exclaimed

"Because he asked me out!"

"But why would you go when we were...you know flirting," Steve argued

"I'm sorry I didn't know flirting meant we were exclusive. You never said anything about actually liking me!"

"Well, I do!" Steve fought, "I like you and I want to ask you out but it's clear you don't like me that way. I mean you already have dates lined up so I guess I shouldn't waste my time." Steve went for the door but Y/N stood in front of it. Steve looked down at her, it was clear he was angry but didn't want to lose his cool.

"I didn't want to be your rebound!" Y/N admitted

Steve's face softened, "what?"

"You and Nancy just broke up. I've always liked you but I didn't know if you were flirting because you like me or it got your mind off Nancy. And you never did anything more than flirt so I have a feeling it's the second one." Y/N spat, her eyes went into slits as she glared.

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.” Steve laughed with no humor behind it.

"Hey you don't have to be so ru- wait you love me?" Y/N asked, her anger disappeared as shock took over her body.

"I've been in love with you, even when I was with Nancy. I should have gotten to the point and asked you out. But you also never said how you felt!" Steve argued, "But we know how we feel now, so where do you want to go with this?"

Y/N didn't have to think. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. Her hands dove into his hair, it was softer than she ever dreamed. She loved feeling his hair and his lips, she knew she'd never get tired of it.

Steve kissed her back, his arms wrapped around her body. He pressed her against the door and kissed her harder.

The door pushed back against them and they quickly jumped apart. Robin kept pushing open the door until the two came into view.

"Got a job to do lovebirds," Robin said

"Right!" Y/N said, her body felt like it was on fire as she raced out of the door

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!” Steve said a dazed smile on his face.

"Oh Lord help me," Robin sighed as she went in the direction Y/N went.

[skeletonh0e]

Would love to have some headncanons about the bois falling in love with the reader that doesn't love them back 😶

Were craving some angst lately, so i hope you're ok with writing something like this.

Oooooh boy, sad boy hours be upon us but I had fun with this one!

Tw for toxicity & yandere-ish behavior for the bad sans gang, we all knew it was coming. Those four do not cope with bad feelings well. Just skip over those parts if it's not your cuppa

The Boys & Unrequited Love

Classic Sans:

Here's the thing with Sans and confessing serious feelings.....

He don't.

Listen, whenever this man catches feels he never intentionally confesses first. He waits for a confession, blurts it out accidentally or at the very least doesn't make a move unless he has reason to suspect you might actually return his feelings

And in this particular case? You never do. And it's fine. He's fine. Promise.

Okay obviously it's not a fun time realizing you've caught serious feelings for a friend who just doesn't return the sentiment, but he knows it's probably for the best anyway. He can settle for being just your friend.

Inaction is probably one of Sans' biggest flaws, so he simply doesn't bring it up and dismisses anyone who asks if he might have a thing for you. Is there a part of him telling him to shoot his shot anyway? That to at least risk it because of the off chance you return his feelings despite having no indication otherwise? Yeah but.....he still doesn't.

Besides, if you really wanted you would have asked him eventually right?

But you don't. And that's fine.

He'll be there still, hanging out and watching you go on dates with others. Happily supporting you at every moment, probably will offer to be a groomsmen at your wedding and even give a goofy toast

It'll all sting a bit but he'll get over it, he always does.

Emotional repression is strong here.

He's just waiting for his feelings to fade, which maybe they will eventually but it's not gonna be anytime soon and he's choosing to silently suffer while being there for you in an entirely platonically matter.

Above all else, he doesn't want to make things weird and doesn't want to lose you completely so he'll settle for this. No point in mourning what could have been or the fantasies he wishes to have. He focuses on what he does have.

He's sure you'll think of him fondly, he'll be happy for you, maybe even be remembered fondly as dear ole' uncle Sans if you choose to have children

This is fine

He's always here if you need him.

Underswap Sans:

Takes a bit to realize his feelings are romantic but unlike Classis he's definitely shooting his shot,

Going all out with the confession and everything, he wants to it be a spectacle!

Annnnnnnnd-

Friendzoned.

Oof

Is this how Chara felt when he took them on a date and rejected them? Yeesh. It is not good to be on the receiving end, he's gonna apologize to that kid later.

Honestly, he takes it the best out of all the Sanses here. Like,

You two can still be friends right? 👉👈

If not well, yeah sad boy hours are intensified but if you two can continue a friendship then the blow is softened a good bit

It'll still sting, things are awkward for a bit, and things are gonna be worse for the fella if you do start dating someone not long after but yeah.

He's got his feelings out and over time they will eventually fall out.

He'll continue being your best friend, supporting you, being there and hyping you up always. Similar to Classic but with his own chaotic energy to the mix and there's no sense of sadness there. At least not as much and then not at all down the line.

Sometimes, things like this just don't work out. But you two found a rhythm and dynamic that works.

He's still happy to be an important person in your life 💙

Underfell Sans:

Him? In love? Miss him with that weak shit.

Denial is always his first response to these type of feelings, however after a certain point he can't ignore them and he's put in a weird situation.

Does he say something? Would it better or worse if he doesn't? Does it matter? He'd be a shitty boyfriend, how long would it take for you to just dump his ass?

He flirts but always plays it off as a joke, the fact that you never response that positively to it never installs much hope

However....one night after a lot of booze, he stumbles into your arms and gets all gushy on you. That's when feelings are all put out in the open and while you care for his drunk ass....

You let him down gently

And then he passes out

Next day? He pretends to be too drunk to remember any of it. (He remembers everything he's dying inside)

You push the issue he's gonna deny or gas light "I was drunk off my ass and don't even remember that shit, whatever I said I was clearly too drunk to be thinking straight-" type beat

He's of course actually upset deep down but good luck getting him to admit that

Things are awkward for a bit, you two are still friends yeah because he is known for loyalty as much as anything else but you get the vibe he's just salty at you for awhile

And well....you two aren't as close as you used to be.

He'll get over it eventually, he's still there. Just not as much as he would have been before hand.

Underlust Sans:

Knee-jerk reaction is a big "Oh no-"

He does not catch romantic feelings easily, he almost prides himself on that fact and now he's done the most cliche thing by falling in love with a friend

He does not what to do either. So he does the most suspicious thing then full blown stops any flirting or cracking dirty jokes around you

....which makes everyone more suspicious

He's a master at acting in every other situation despite this one, it seems. Does everyone around you piece together that he has serious romantic feels? No, but most can tell something is up.

Including you

Once you manage to ask, he'll dodge the question until he can't. Then you get an awkward confession followed by him making it VERY clear you don't have to return his feelings and he doesn't want anything to change between you really

.....and you agree with him.

Outwardly he takes it well but later he's getting drunk and crying some messy tears, Grillby is gonna hear all about it later

He's still your friend though....at least he tries to be

He thought he could still be your friend, but it really starts to hurt after a bit and he starts seeing you less and less. Starts answering your phone calls less, starts hanging around less and you two just don't talk as much

It's a slow process as he slowly removes himself from your life, he knows it's kind of a shitty thing to do but he won't move on other wise.

He'll still be there if you need him, he'll pick you up if you're nearly black out drunk or need someone to bail you out but....you don't see him that much anymore.

Horrortale Sans:

This is.....a messy situation.

Axe is a wildcard when it comes to these emotions, all of the bad Sanses are. But the thing about him is there is no telling what might set him off. The others at least have something akin to a pattern, meanwhile anything for him is basically a shot in the dark

Probably realized he had feelings for you after awhile back but....hasn't figured out how to confess yet or even if he wants to. He doesn't know how he'd react to you turning him down

For now? He's your friend. A friend who's scaring away any potential partners....a friend who's suspiciously always there the moment your date for the evening didn't show up....a friend who's definitely not murdering anyone that comes too close....

He knows he can't do this forever, he knows you wouldn't react well to any of this but....he can't let you go either. So he's doing everything he can to keep you close but never give you reason to leave him

A part of him is still hoping your feelings will change and you'll fall in love with him if he just stays around long enough

He's an awful man he knows but he can be so good for you he just knows it

There's not really a good end to this situation, either you find out what he's been doing and end up hating him for it. Or he does finally confess and you reject him.

And when either or does happen he doesn't know whether he'll kill you or simply refuse to let you go then takes you back kicking and screaming. He doesn't like to think about either outcome.

Fresh Sans:

So here's the thing, if you aren't interested in him and don't make the first move as a result he is NOT gonna figure out he has romantic feelings for you on his own

Fresh is not the most emotionally mature guy and to be to him he's not really uh, built for this

He's a parasite. No one was ever intended to love him and he likewise wasn't intended to fall in love

He knows he likes you a lot and care deeply for you, hasn't figured out that means he's in love. And dosnt even realize he wants you as more than a friend

So....it's kind of obvious to everyone else but him

And you don't have the heart to turn him down so....you two just continue on.

There'll be the occasional moment where Fresh gets a bit too clingy or pulls some shit you'd expect from a boyfriend not just a friend, but he doesn't figure it out. Not even when you eventually get with someone else.

By the time Fresh realizes what his feelings were, you probably already have a life for yourself. Hell, you might already be dead of old age. He's far too late to do anything about it now.

And he's fine with that.

It makes him upset sure, but he's happy he was able to be a part of your life. No matter how small it was.

Killer Sans:

TOXIC BOY HOURS LETS GOOOOOO

Probably was waiting for the right moment to confess or at least find a way to make it a spectacle, he's a romantic at heart yeah.

But then you go on a date and he had take care of it

A bit of a whiplash to have your date murdered by your friend and doubly more so when said friend is dropping a dramatic love confession

You try to let him down easy but uhhhhh

Killer isn't taking a no.

He's not going to do something as extreme as say kidnap you but like he's not leaving, you're his and no one else can have you. Whether or not you want that is irrelevant

You'll change your mind eventually, but he's not letting anything ruin this.

You're either gonna have to constantly live working around this (kissing your romantic life and social life goodbye) or cut the problem at the stem by getting rid of Killer, both being easier said than done

The former means you're basically dating Killer even if you aren't actually dating, so it's a form of defeatism

The latter is gonna take some form of extreme magic or possibly killing the bastard, neither of which are easy. Especially with Killer hounding you 24/7

The real question is do you give in or fight it to the bitter end?

Doesn't matter, one night you eventually scream at him, "I DONT LOVE YOU, I CAN NEVER LOVE YOU NOW. YOU KILLED ALL CHANCE YOU HAD WITH ME! I HATE YOU!" and it renders him silent and then....he leaves. Then he doesn't come back.

You're safe....?

Dusttale Sans:

The thing about Dust is that he fucking hates himself, so yeah he doesn't even try a confession and he rests well knowing his feelings aren't returned

Who would love him?

He'll just.....be around.

Would he go as far as to kill any possible partners you may have? Possibly. But only the ones he deems to be a legit danger to you but it's kind of clear he's just looking for excuses at this point

And as much as he wants to keep being your friend....it's start to take a toll on his mental health which is already thinner than a dry pasta noodle

He's going to snap and do something drastic at some point, so he does the most logical thing

He fucking vanishes off the face of the earth and lowkey ghosts you

It's harsh but trust me, it's for the best. Dust would rather you walk away with at least a decent enough memory of him rather than you getting to see him at his absolute worst

And trust me, his worst is horrifying

Might occasionally pop in on you, i.e will randomly stalk you from a distance every blue moon but you don't really see him ever again

Nightmare Sans:

Emotions are, unfortunately, his expertise. So he knows of his feelings and is painfully aware you don't return them.

He'll be patient enough to see if anything changes, but they don't. So.....

He's at a stand still of what to do.

Does he keep up the vague very unlikely hope you will eventually fall in love with him anyway? Does he cut off this friendship entirely? Does he decide he doesn't care what you want and keeps you anyway?

All are equally likely options. The thing is sometimes extreme emotions can be mixed up together, even if you end up hating or resenting it well....if there's enough passion you could mistake it for love in a sense

That's what he's telling himself anyway

The best case scenario is you don't notice any major changes and Nightmare is just becoming more distant from you. But it can all be dismissed as him being busy with work or whatever

Worst case scenario?

You're invited to his castle, he gives a long rambling about his feelings and if you turn him down? Well-

He's not letting you leave.

Make no mistake, you will always be cared for and adored whether you want it or not. But you're not leaving.

[synnamon-hearts]

HC’s of Until Dawn character’s favorite kinks?

We know Josh gets into role-play and Emily/Matt like handcuffs/bondage, but what else?

Oooooo, I've been waiting for this request!

NSFW down below!

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Josh ~ Josh is into a variety of kinks, okay? Like there is barely any limit when it comes to this man. He is down to try anything. I could make a whole past about them all but I'll keep this short, lol. Personally I think one of his top kinks is power play. He likes being able to hold authority over you. Controlling someone's every move and feeling almost fills the void of having little control over his own mind. And on days where he isn't feeling so strong and doesn't have the energy to be as dominant as he usually is, he prefers you to take the lead. Oddly enough, being that vulnerable with the one he cares for is comforting in a way.

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Chris ~ Hear me out, he has a thing for fantasy roleplay. Arggggg if you dress up as one of his video game character crushes, this man is done for. Characters like Kitana from Mortal Kombat, Tifa Lockhart from Final Fantasy, Jill Valentine or Claire Redfield from Resident Evil have his heart the most. Basically any strong, intimidating woman character. He wants you on him, riding him for hours with the costume still on so he can appreciate the view. Nothing rocks his world better.

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Mike ~ Wolf tail butt plug for sure. I'm kidding! I'm kidding! He actually really likes exhibitionism. This man is cocky as fuck, okay? So the idea of someone seeing 'the goods' or hearing how well he rails you works better than viagra for him. Mmmm, doing it in a bathroom stall or up against a tree in the park. He has even fingered you in class once. It's such a turn on for him to have that sense of pride, knowing damn well that others could hear you both going at it in the best ways. And he loves how flustered and embarrassed you are over the risk of getting caught. It's so cute and just makes him want to destroy you more!

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Matt ~ So I believe Matt has a thing for praise kink! The reason I think this is because he seems to light up whenever Emily compliments him or he tries to boast himself while flirting. For every compliment you give him adds at least another 30 minutes of attention he is giving you later on when you are both alone. Run your fingers through his hair and tell him how good he's doing, it'll have his eyes rolling into the back of his head! Tell him how you think he's the best sex you've ever had, it'll make him cum on the spot! Oh, and if he hears you talking about him to your friends, whether it's Innocent or naughty, he will go feral. He just wants to be the best man for you.

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

Sam ~ I wouldn't really think of Sam as the kinky type but if I would give her one, it would be outdoor sex. Imagine you two go on a hike, both exchanging flirty banter the whole time. Overtime, you're both feeling so heated from the hot sun shining down upon and there's clearly some built up tension from the flirting you've both been doing this whole time. Why not take a dip in a nearby lake to cool down? Well, at least you both go a few minutes of swimming before you can't keep your hands off of each other. It's something about the magical feeling of being out in the wilderness that does it for her. It's a place where she can be at peace so deeply enough that she can become one with you.

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

Ashley ~ Okay sooooooooooo I know I did roleplay for Chris but HEAR ME OUT!!! I headcanon that Ashley writes fanfiction and if some smut is in the mix (which I fully believe there are, just better hidden than her other ones she forces her friends to read) imagine if you found that out and bought costumes of the characters so you could both act out the scene she wrote with the soft taps of her own fingers to her keyboard? The girl would be in love with you in a second for your dedication and devotion to her work. And she has hundreds of content, so you'll never run out of stories to bring to life!

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

Jess ~ Jess loooooves body worship! Take off her clothes as slowly as ever. Savor that girl! She is a blushing mess if you kiss every inch of her body, whispering words of love and affirmation every time you come up for air. Go down on her for hours and tell her how amazing she tastes. A secretly self-conscious girly like Jess craves this kind of shit. So every single thing you do to show her how beautiful you think she is means everything to her. Hell, even something as simple as undressing her with your eyes at a party with your friends or giving her the sweetest compliments at the most random times flusters the absolute hell out of her.

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Emily ~ Dominance, you can't tell me otherwise. Get on your knees before her and devote yourself as her loyal servant, do anything you can to make your highness satisfied, shower her with compliments to show how much you worship her. And for the love of fucking, if you don't satisfy her with your acts of worship, you are in for a night of nothing but torturous punishments. I'm talking orgasm denial, extreme edging, this girl will use you as her own personal sex toy until she's happy and might not consider giving you something in return in the end. But if you make her happy, she will hold up her end of the bargain and will not disappoint.

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[woso-lover234]

Matilda’s x (teen) reader- beach day

Before the end of the camp after the Olympic qualifiers everyone promised you (and harper and Harley) that you guys would go to the beach. After a lot of talks with the older girls from staff they finally agreed so the next day the girls were due to head off.

The morning they were due for the beach trip Caitlin woke you up early so we would be able to find a good spot on the beach as that is what everyone agreed on minus mini and Tameka due to having kids with them.

After you groggily got up and complained to Caitlin it was too early and she just rubbed your back and helped you get ready.

"Do you think someone will teach me how to surf?" You asked Caitlin who nodded

"I'm sure if you ask nice enough they will say yes and teach you if you wanted" she replied as your smile grew.

On the car ride there you were stuck between Kyra and Charli and demanded they play I spy with you which they agreed to. After a few rounds you all started getting competitive and Caitlin, Alanna and macca (finally being the responsible ones) shut the game down so the three of you had to sit in silence the rest of the 5 minute journey.

Once you all got to the beach the older girls all set up their towels and umbrellas and just as you were about to make a quick break for the water mini grabbed your arm

"Sunscreen" she said putting it in the hand she had grabbed as you groaned

"Do I have to?" You asked and a few of the girls that were around heard and laughed

"We may love you but the sun doesn't really love you which means your gonna burn without this and I don't want to deal with that" mini said which caused more laughter from the girls and a sigh from you as you nodded and mini made quick work of rubbing some on your face, neck and ears.

"Can we go in now?" You asked as you were waiting on your towel for a 'responsible adult' to be ready and go in with you which ruled out macca and Kyra who were the only ones ready and actually wanting to go in the water.

"Just wait another minute y/n/n I'll come in a sec I gotta let my sunscreen set" Charli said from beside you as you kept chucking longing glances at the water which felt so close yet so far to you.

After Charli had deemed that her sunscreen had set you, her, Kyra, macca, Caitlin and Sam headed into the water.

"Is no one else coming in?" You asked shocked so much of them decided to skip to opportunity to go in the ocean.

"I think teagan and raz are coming in, in a bit" macca replied just as she got splashed with water by you as you laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world "your gonna regret that" macca said smiling deviously as she advanced towards you as you tried to cower away behind Caitlin.

"Nuh uh" Caitlin said tryna move from infront of you "stay away from me" Caitlin finally moved from infront of you

"Traitor" you yelled at her as she pushed you towards macca as you then screamed which made the group around you laugh. You then caught sight of teagan and raz coming into the ocean and quickly swam towards them and hid behind the two before putting on an innocent act.

After a while of swimming you decided you wanted to surf. You came back to the shore asking all of the Matildas if they knew how to surf before you settled on lyds. Lyds grabbed a board and headed into the water with you to teach you some basics and hopefully by the end get you on some waves.

After a few failed attempts which between all of the Matildas on the beach had been filmed, you were starting to get that hang of it. You called out to lani and told her to watch this so Alanna took it upon herself to film it as lyds said a nice wave was coming. All of the Matildas on the beach and the rest that were scattered in the water watched with anticipation. You caught the wave and stood up smiling and throwing your fists in the air

"NAILED ANOTHER SPORT!" You yelled having finally gotten the hang of it before being smashed by a wave and unbeknownst to you lani had gotten all of that (including your fall) on camera.

After finally wearing yourself out after spending atleast 4 hours in the water and some out to reapply sunscreen, which you were forced to do or would have to stay in the shade next to lani, you came out of the ocean and laid on your towel. Steph was next to you and started patting your hair and detangling it a bit due to it being messy from the water and she didn't want to have to deal with it all later. She adjusted the umbrella to shade most of your body from the sun which Steph found hard eventhough you were wearing long sleeved bathers with shorts but Steph eventually managed it.

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*the video of you surfing and saying you mastered another sport with lani writing 'wouldn't say mastered with all the attempts it took @y/n.y/l/n'

Once everyone realised you were having a little nap they were all interested to see what you would say when she woke up as it was always hilarious. When you started to stir everyone pulled their phones out but mini due to holding a sleeping harper and Steph due to running her fingers through your hair gently as to not hurt you or wake you up too fast.

"There's sand in my bed" you grumbled rubbing your eyes as everyone laughed.

After you had fully woken up you were ready to go back in the water again.

"Who wants to go back in the water with me?!" You yelled so all the Matildas that are still there can hear you

"I'll come" teagan says as you both go to the water

When lani and Steph look back out they see Tegan piggybacking you into the ocean so you're barely making contact with the water. Alanna laughs filming it to post on her Instagram story

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*the video of you getting a piggyback from Teagan with the writing 'I thought she said she wanted to go back IN the ocean @y/n.y/l/n @teaganmikah'

After splashing around in the water with Teagan and playing mermaids with Cait, macca, Sam and Kyra you had fully worn yourself out and retreated back to the shore, slightly red (which would most likely go more red soon) and really hungry. Shortly after everyone left and as soon as you got back to the hotel you were in the shower to rid yourself of the salt, sand and smell of the ocean from your body. After that you enjoyed a peaceful dinner with the team before gathering in Alanna and maccas room for team bonding where you promptly fell asleep on Caitlin and everyone now realised how sunburnt you truly were

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Three is a charm, two is not the same pt. 111

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Third and final part to my first series 👀 hope y’all like it 👉👈

Minors, do not interact or I will chase you like a dog with rabies :) The blog is an adult space

Pairing: Yuki x Shoko x fem!reader

Third part, better read Part I and Part II first! Polyamorous relationship, threesome, power dynamics with softdom Shoko and harddom yuki (not really but like.. a little) so be aware. Just in general lots of filthy lesbian smut with my favorite women<33 consensual somnophilia, bondage and free use! Choking! Consent declared within the text! Always make sure you got consent when you decide to be kinky!

1.18am.

1.19am.

1.20am.

You were in bed, waiting for the return of your girls but even you couldn’t fight the exhaustion of the day that finally caught you. Before you drifted off into sleep, you left a note on the nightstand ‘Missing you.. feel free to wake me up however you please ;)’ - and therefore giving them consent to.. well, wake you up however they please. A cuddle, a kiss.. someone between your thighs, didn’t matter.

1.32am.

Yuki was the first to return from her mission, covered in curse blood and guts and other unidentifiable substances.

The blonde quietly enters the bedroom, aware that surely you must be asleep by now, and she was right. There you were, wrapped around her blanket with Shoko’s pillow tightly in your clutch.

“Hi Princess..” she greets softly, aware you’re not going to reply. She brushes away a loose strand of hair, her hand now resting on your cheek as she places a gentle kiss upon your forehead. With the intention of taking a shower Yuki stands up just as quickly as she sat down next to you mere moments ago.

Then the note catches her attention, and she reads through it in a haste, already having a hunch of what it might say.

And she’s correct, like usual.

“Look at you.. naughty girl” she chuckles to herself, and disappears into the bathroom.

A few moments, maybe 3 or 4 minutes after Yuki stepped into the shower, Shoko returned as well.

Her gaze wanders through the living room which connected to the open kitchen and the adjacent bedroom, and it halters at the glass of whiskey on the coffee table and another note directed at her.

‘Hi honey, hope the shift wasn’t too exhausting. Did you know that camel’s have very efficient livers? You know, because they don’t get to drink much and need to keep as much water as they can when they do, hence the efficient livers. Maybe you should get one of those for yourself ;)?’ You love telling Shoko all about the little facts you know and learn about, it’s practically a love language at this point. But so did she, always happy to listen to you. Your voice was comforting but so was just your presence. You, you were comforting. A bright sunshine illuminating the darkness of the sorcery world.

Cheeky little thing, she thinks to herself sipping the warm, smokey liquor as the corner of her mouth twisted upwards. A smirk at your sly little comment. Shoko knows she drinks a lot, but how else is she supposed to cope with the stress of her occupation?

The answer is clear: booze, cigarettes, you.

She enters the bedroom, although a little startled as she didn’t except to walk right into the blonde beast of a woman, Yuki.

“Hey Love.. how you doin’?” Yuki grins, wrapping her arm around Shoko’s waist and pulling her closer. “Have you seen the video already?” Shoko chuckles, her voice low and raspy and wanting. “Ugh, yes. Poor kid had to finish the rest of the curses, had to get home..” Yuki mumbles against Shoko’s neck while placing kisses on it, marking the brunette’s pale neck with a hickey and a bite mark. Shoko hums in agreement with lips slightly parted at the burning sensation. It’s easy to notice the change of Yuki’s voice. It isn’t as high and clear as usual, but an octave, or two, deeper, huskily whispering dirty words into Shoko’s ear “Missed you sooo much.. couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout my gorgeous girls..can’t wait to bend her o’er ‘nd fuck her nice and good, pretty princess can eat you out in the meantime. How does that sound?”

Shoko shudders at the image of Yuki’s proposal, leaning her head to the side so Yuki can reach more of her skin and a sigh escapes her throat. “Mhm, would like that. Had a shitty day”

“Let’s wake bunny then, hm? Don’t think she’d mind, considering video and note she left us ‘nd stuff” She grins, holding up the note and showing it to Shoko. The doctor is quick to read through it, and as a result of your lovely invitation is now crawling between your thighs, eager to wake you up.

Shoko loves your thighs, how soft and pretty they are, always marked up by her and Yuki with numerous love bites and hickeys and bruises, how they always wrap around her when she drags her own cunt across yours slowly, teasingly.

Shoko is a tease.

She’s quick to pull down your panties, her panties originally, and reveals your glistening core to Yuki and herself, and immediately latches onto it with her lipgloss stained lips. You shift slightly, but still fast asleep. Shoko hums, your sweet taste coating her tongue and driving her just a littttle insane.

“Fuck, how she tastes?” Yuki groans at the vulgar view in front of her as she lays down next to your sleeping, warm, so incredibly good smelling body and runs her much larger hand across your chest. Slowly it pulls the vintage shirt up your torso, finally exposing your braless tits. Soft, warm, so pretty. So easy to use, easy to handle and play with as they please.

Shoko only hums satisfied, working your hot, throbbing mess between your thighs with her tongue and lips. With half lidded eyes and a flushed nose -it always reddens when Shoko is aroused, it’s a telltale sign- she can’t ignore her own wet cunt anymore, and finally she musters up the motivation to let her hand snake down her lower body. Since your eyes are still closed, they find Yuki’s instead and fixate on them as she continues to lap at your continuously-growing-wetter cunt and shoving two pretty, long fingers up her own dripping hole.

“Fuck love, look at you..” Yuki hums, her hand pinching and rolling over your nipples and eyes wandering over your body, and then Shoko’s, following the doctor’s hand downwards with quite a fixation.

Shoko likes being watched. Shoko also likes watching. Yuki likes to record and film all of the filthy things the three of you do. Yuki also likes fucking you dumb while Shoko drags at her cigarette, touching herself.

And you?

You, sweet thing, are a kinky whore for them.

Doesn’t matter if it’s Shoko toying with you, simply because she wants to. Edging you until you’re a crying mess, begging her to finally let you cum, or placing a vibrator against your swollen clit and playing with it on her phone. She insisted that she can control the black toy through her phone and a strong enough connection for her to play around on her phone even if you’re not in her immediate vicinity.

Doesn’t matter if it’s Yuki overstimulating you instead, making you cum over and over again and torturing your poor cunt until you just can’t take it anymore. But if you think she’s done with you simply because you can’t cum anymore, you’re mistaken. Instead, she simply holds you tightly, making sure you can’t wiggle out of her strong arms while you cockwarm her strap.

It’s torture, sweet torture, your two favorite women on opposite ends when it comes to fucking you senseless. Strong, direct Yuki never getting enough of you and taking what she wants directly, bending you over the nearest surface or throwing you into the air, your core now in Yuki’s immediate reach as she holds you up with your thighs thrown over her shoulders.

And calculated, teasing Shoko driving you insane with her ghostly touches and faux sympathy, getting you all desperate and whiny and making you beg like a bitch in heat until she finally lets you cum- but never even stopping her cruel stimulation to let you catch your breath, never giving you the chance to hold back your orgasm as efficiently as you wanted to.

You’re their sweet girl, their precious Angel and the love of their lives, but you’re also their plaything. Entertainment for them. A way for Shoko to relive her stress after patching up sorcerers and students alike. Yuki’s very own workout, showcasing her strength, her endurance and making those muscles of hers work to catapult you into ecstasy.

Your sudden movement startles Yuki for a moment, not having expected for you to wake up so quickly. But you just can’t help it, the stimulation making you whimper even in your sleep. “Hnm..fuck..” you gasp and wrap your hand around Yuki’s wrist, something to hold onto while Shoko licks up your cunt, pressing against your clit.

The air was thick, heavy with need and love. “Hey there, bunny” Yuki greets but not stopping her determined touches and pinching your nipple between her index and thumb. The little squeak of yours at the subtle sting pulls Shoko out of her trance, and she pauses for a moment.

“Hi Angel. We missed you” the sultry purr of her voice causes you to breathe out heavily like you just ran a marathon, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed together.

“H-hi Sho.. ahh, please, please keep going!” You whine and wiggle and bury your fingers into her hair, trying your best to keep Shoko between your thighs. Barely awake and already chasing the dizzying high, cute. “Easy now, pretty girl” she warns, nipping at your inner thigh.

You knew better than to get impatient, to get greedy but you just can’t help yourself, can you? No, you can’t, you’re needy and aroused and you just need Shoko to finally eat your cunt like it’s her last meal in this world. Like it’s her very own, personal last supper.

“Shooo..” you draw out, pathetic whimper echoing through the bedroom. “C’mon.. just- just do it already!” You beg, or at least you try to, but it’s more like a command than anything else. Something Shoko isn’t pleased with. She trained you better than that, and she removes herself from between your legs entirely to remind you of that. Shoko adores you, she will reach out to the stars and pull the moon from the night sky if you had asked her to. But there’s no need for that, you got your moon right here, in front of you. And the sun, with her warm touches and soft breaths tickling your neck, laying next to you.

And you? You’re their star. Shining bright, always leading them back home. Even after cruel night shifts at the infirmary, or exorcising one curse after another. The moon and the sun always return to their star.

“Needy little bitch” your favorite doctor sighs, circling the bed to reach into the nightstand, retrieving some rope. “If you can’t be patient, I ought to remind you of your manners. Don’t you think?” She explains calmly, rarely ever getting worked up. She doesn’t need to be, the slight change of her tone enough to put you back into your place. She doesn’t need to get worked up because you’re entirely aware that if she does, Shoko will make you cry and she will not stop until you call out your safe word. Since you intent to cum, you obey, like an obedient pup and nod.

She hums satisfied, her raspy voice causing a shiver to run down your spine right into your core, Shoko cooing and comforting you. “You’re going to be good for me, yeah? Going to behave now? I know you can do it, you can be a good pup, hm? Just need to be reminded, occasionally” the older woman hums, twisting and wrapping the rope around your wrists and securing them behind your back. Then, with practiced ease -it’s not the first time Shoko has tied you up with the same, delicate hands that also heal you when you get a little too reckless on your missions once again- Shoko places the rope down your chest right between your breasts and around your waist.

She’s subduing you, clearly not wanting you to be able to move around too much. But why? To edge you?

No. No, she isn’t going to edge you. Instead, after you’re rendered immobile, Shoko straddles Yuki’s lap, placing a tender kiss upon the bridge of her nose. Yuki had been patiently watching the both of you, lazily running her hand up and down her body to try and ease her own growing want.

Now, you might assume Shoko to always be the dominant one, considering how she treats you. Right?

Wrong. Not with Yuki. Around Yuki, even Shoko is docile, submissive.

And the only thing you’re capable of doing right now is watching them- your pretty girlfriends as they kiss and bite and claw at each other, watching as Yuki’s hands creep underneath Shoko’s turtleneck, her hands cupping her soft tits. You tried to rub your thighs together, create some sort of stimulation to ease the throbbing between your thighs but to no avail, Shoko had tied you up just too well.

Curse her skilled hands, may they be damned for eternity.

Now, if you look away you might be able to calm down a little, catch your breath but Shoko wouldn’t really like that. Besides, watching Yuki’s hand slowly moving between your doctor’s thighs, putting gentle pressure against her panties causing her to sigh..

Yea, you’d much rather keep watching, not caring too intensely about your own arousal. If you’re good and behave now, surely they will make you cum. Right?

Right?

“Fuck babe, look’t her.. poor thing can barely keep it together” Yuki chuckles amused, her left hand rubbing delicate circles on Shoko’s tense shoulders, the right one playing with her sopping cunt, the vulgar squelches ringing in your ears.

“Listen up, Angel. Be good and keep your eyes on us, okay? If you do that, we’ll make you cum” Shoko commands, her voice far too self-assured for it to be a simple offer. And you nod eagerly, your eyes wide and big and hopeful. “Yes! Yes any-anything you want, Sho” you bark like an excited puppy, ready to do whatever she wants, whatever she might ask of you.

Both Yuki and Shoko spoil you rotten, treat you like you’re sculpted by god herself, protect and take care of you.

But you better behave when they let their frustrations out on you in return, thighs spread and chest pushed out for their taking. Consensual, of course. Neither would ever do anything that could put you at harm or make you feel uncomfortable in any shape or form, but they loveeee pushing you beyond your limits again and again, slowly, taking you further each time they fuck you.

Yuki is splayed across Shoko, limbs twisted around each other, her muscular thigh dragging across her cunt. Both are undressed, finally, and you’re watching them closely. Yuki’s back and thigh muscles working to pleasure Shoko, her raspy moans causing you to shiver and the wet, sloppy noises of her cunt rubbing across the special grade sorcerer’s leg. Sinful, dirty.

It’s filthy, the image in front of you, your girlfriends making out with teeth clashing aggression, Shoko rutting against Yuki chasing her high while Yuki is mindlessly pumping two- or maybe three?- of her digits in and out of her plump cunt.

But you, poor puppy, can’t do shit right now. You’re stuck like Shoko has left you previously, body entrapped in rope and unable to move. Needy, so needy and desperate for a hand or two touching and grabbing at you. But you’re far too focused to keep your teary, glossy eyes on the doctor and special grade, blonde and brunette hair sticking to their forehead respectively and using each other’s body to reach their climax. It’s primal, animalistic with no regards to space or time. All that matters is fucking and fucking and fucking. Cumming over and over again, kissing and loving and touching each other.

Shoko’s eyes- have they always been so dark? ? And Yuki, the way she’s grinding and moving her digits, has her voice always been so high pitched? But fuck, they look so good, sound so good, smell sooo incredibly good. Shoko’s voice has always been a little rough, but it sounds so fucking pretty when she’s moaning and panting against Yuki’s neck. And just watching Yuki work to bring Shoko -and herself- to climax, it’s about the most attractive thing you’ve ever witnessed.

The blonde’s squeak tears you out of your trance as the doctor finally reached her orgasm, biting into Yuki’s shoulder without any regards if it hurts just a little too much. After all, Shoko may just be a little sadistic.

“Fuck baby, watch those teeth..” Yuki sighs, cheeks flushed and fingers twitching, sticky and glistening in the soft lighting coated in her own arousal. Her climax, obviously.

A few minutes pass, both of the older women coming down from their high and you still kneeling all pretty and behaved next to them, a single droplet of your saliva running down the corner of your mouth. A dog, a filthy bitch ready to be pushed over and taken, like an animal. You want, no, need it.

Yuki is the first to move and ties her long, golden hair into a ponytail. Fuck. Finally. A clear sign you’re finally going to get what you have been craving since you returned home- Yuki fucking you stupid with her pretty, clear strap, the ponytail keeping her hair out of her face as she bullies the silicone cock into your sweet cunt.

Now Shoko is crawling over to you, and releases the ropes while carefully caressing the red marks it left on your soft skin. “Ready, Angel? Think you can take it? Just relax, let her take control” She muses, kissing up and down your jaw and throat, her pearly teeth grazing your skin.

The mattress sinks at the sudden weight next to you and large hands hold onto your shoulders, massaging them as her hot breath fans across your nape. “How d’you want it, princess? Keep your mouth busy while I fuck you from b’hind?” She giggles, her bright voice cutting the tension built up around you, and you nod.

“Use your words, cutie” she hums, kisses tickling your shoulders, your neck all the way up to your ears. “Ye-yes! Yes please, Sir!” You bark out, voice whiny and trembling and breaking ever so slightly.

Sir. Sir.

You don’t remember when you first called Yuki the honorific, but afterwards she was relentless with you, didn’t stop fucking into you and coaxing one orgasm after another out of you. That day something snapped in her, and you’ve been addicted to the sweet violence since then. Yuki could snap you in two like a twig, if she wanted to. Of course she doesn’t, but she still makes use of her strength when holding you down to fuck into you while she’ll be telling you how much she loves and adores you.

Consensual, of course. Neither Shoko or Yuki would have ever touched you in the first place, if you hadn’t established a safe word. They might fuck and treat you like a whore in bed, but they still adore you more than words could describe, you’re still -and always will be- their sweet girl.

What’s that saying? Gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets? Yea, that’s what they are.

Not a second too much, and you were pushed over, your ass flush against her groin with long fingers entangled in your hair which were pushing your head into Shoko’s cunt.

In other words: heaven. This was heaven right here, right now. Shoko’s enticing scent is making you dizzy, her taste makes you feel lightheaded. It’s like she’s choking you, without actually putting a finger on you. Kinky.

“Go ahead, Angel. Use your pretty mouth, won’t you now?” The brunette engages with quite the excited look on her face. She always gets a little.. giddy, actually, when you’re about to lap and lick at her cunt, well aware that you won’t disappoint. Your vigor and your excitement to be lucky enough for Shoko to wrap her legs around your head, as well as your -natural, if I might add- endurance and talent at such things makes for quite the exciting combination.

“Yea c’mon bunny, don’t mind me..” Yuki groans as she slowly, veeery slowly, bullies the tip into your twitching hole, eyes fixated and pupils blown wide. Yuki looks feral, and she very much feels the same.

Shoko? Shoko is lost, entirely lost in the feeling of your tongue pushing against her clit with a sweet mewl. Sometimes she wishes she was born a male, or at least had a dick like one, curious how it would feel like hammering into your mouth, pouty lips clinging around it. And fuck, she looks so good. So pretty, dark hair a little disheveled and darker eyes staring right into your soul. Can she see it? See your admiration and respect for her? How you’re just so eager to make her feel good, to be good?

The sudden snap of the blonde’s hips redirects your focus back on the strap buried in your cunt. The pleasurable pain of her stretching you out, filling the entire space and the tip kissing your cervix, it all just feels so fucking good. But when she starts to move, the fake cock dragging along your gummy walls and covered in your candy-sweet honey, it threatens to drown you.

As Yuki fucks into you over and over again, focused on making you cum -finally!-, the grasp on your hair tightens like a vice, reminding you of the task at hand. With a muffled moan you’re quick to lick and suck at the nub between your lips and Shoko involuntarily bucks her hips, still just a little sensitive from her former climax.

“So good, so damn good..” Yuki chants, each word accentuated with the snap of her hips towards you with a tight grip on your hips and hair.

“Atta Girl, just like that..!” The doctor praises at the same time, both of their praise encouraging you to surrender entirely.

Even the erotic sins of Sodom and Gomorra couldn’t compare to the events occurring in this very bedroom, your mewls and suppressed moans coaxed out one after another.

You were close, so very close to cumming, but would Yuki let you? No scratch that, would Shoko let you? Your lips tremble against her swollen cunt as your tongue runs along her slit, savoring the taste and how it’s sticking onto the tip of the muscle. If you make her cum, surely she’ll let you climax as well, so you shift your attention from the filling sensation of the special grade’s cock to the medic’s reaction and occasional twitch of her legs.

Picking up the pace a little, you’re now lapping at the sex like your life depends on it. Such an obedient dog. Shoko’s hand replaces Yuki’s, pulling at it, pulling you closer. But the blonde’s hand won’t stay dormant and finds its way to your hips, accompanying the other as her fingertips dig into the soft flesh, her strap thrusting into you relentlessly.

“Fuck, fuck pup, keep going!” Mrs. Ieiri pants huskily, gaze switching between you and Yuki, and with Yuki cowering over you and her errect nipples rubbing against your back even she can’t hold back quiet huffs and shaky moans.

You’re surrounded by them, their scent, their noises. Yuki’s tight hold on you, the stinging pain of Shoko scratching at your scalp, pulling your hair- it’s all too much. Fuck, is she cumming? Must be, your tongue and entire mouth is coated in her, drinking it up afraid to forthirst. Shit, Yuki is picking up the pace, isn’t she? It feels so good, so very good, the cock bullying into you over and over, her heavy panting against your spine driving you crazy. Too much, it’s too much it’s all just too much for you to take, poor thing. Threatens to spill over, your climax. Can’t hold it, can’t hold it back any longer, you have waited too long for this. What? What’s that? Oh god, Yuki’s hand circling your throbbing clit, is she trying to kill you? Whining and whimpering, like a puppy. Their puppy, such a good girl, so good for them.

Shoko’s moving, turning around, facing you. Finally. A bitemark on her bottom lip, did she bite it? Fuck, can’t think about that right now, not with her hammering into you like there’s no tomorrow. You can’t take anymore, the sensational sting combining with intoxicating pleasure, you’re so damn close to spilling. But you can’t, not yet. Not yet!

“Beg, and I might allow it..” she whispers against your ear, hands roaming over your body, lips pressed against your temple once again. A promise, or a threat? Might. She might allow it.

“Please- pret-pretty please, please! ‘M begging.. begging you, mhmpf please!!” You bark and mewl and beg, shaking all over, gasping every time she plunges back into your fluttering hole. “Please Sho, Sir, fu- fuck please!” A needy whine, desperate. You’re desperate, shameless. Nothing else matters right now. Fuck, shit, damn! The tip catches at the entrance, pulls at it slightly. Is it intentional? Yes of course it is, silly thing. She’s teasing, she always is. Not as much as Shoko, but enough. Enough for you right now to moan and pant. Bitch in heat, that’s what you are. So good, please Shoko just- just..!

“Look at you, so cute” she chuckles, clearly holding the reins right now. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Your face is flushed, big puppy eyes begging her, hopeful.

“Cum for me baby, go ahead..” Shoko finally allows, pulling your hair back so you look at her, sleepy eyes watching you closely. Finally, thank god finally! If Yuki heard? Oh fuck, she definitely did, proven by her deep strokes. Like a jackhammer, in and out. Deep, digging and drilling into your sore cunt, wet smacks and squelches combined with your pitiful moans and mewls the only sound within these walls. Her calloused hands, so used to delivering heavy hits and exorcising curses of all kinds of grades, massaging and kneading the soft, sweet flesh of your body trapped underneath her. Her lips kissing and nipping at your jaw, your throat, hickeys forming a trail, the same lips that wrap around her cigarettes or the opening of a bottle after another sorcerer lived or died. And you’re convinced you’ll surely die reaching your orgasm, but it’s worth it. It’s all worth it, for them. Just for them, only for your girlfriends.

You’re completely silent for a moment. Neither of the two women stop the assault on your body. She’s a devil, the devil Lucifer, you know she can put a stop to this with ease. She’s sadistic, she likes to see you suffer and break you down so she can put you back together afterwards, heal your bruises and cuts. Please don’t, please Shoko, let me cum. Be good to me, I’m praying to you. Don’t be mean, not now, not this time, waited too long. Like an Angel she’s fucking into you and you could bet it’s the halo on top of her head igniting your skin, not her plump lips. She’s getting you there, Yuki will make you cum, surely she will. But will she stop afterwards? Will she show mercy on your bruised and swollen cunt? You doubt it, experienced enough to know otherwise. It doesn’t matter, nothing matters. Only this moment, being surrounded by the two most important people of your life and them making, and letting you cum.

But something is missing, you’re so very close but it’s just not enough, and it ruins you. Crying out for release, silently praying to your gods to touch you more, to help you get there. Shoko understands, knows you so well. “Cum for me, now” assertive reminder causing you to shiver, her hand tightening around your throat. Fuck yes, just like that Shoko, keep going. You never realized how much you liked to be choked, but Shoko, with her expert hands and great knowledge of the human body, opened a whole new world for you. She will take you to the brink of blacking out, and then release her grip on your throat for oxygenated blood to rush back into your brain. Like she is right now, all while whispering sweet words into your ears. Yuki slows down just a little, but only for her thrusts to hit deeper and deeper, filling you to the brim, digits circling and stimulating your clit, other hand leaving imprints on your hip.

As Shoko releases her grip, your climax crashes down on you, engulfing you and every little nerve of your body. You’re on fire, it feels like liquid magma replaced your blood coursing through your veins, and you cry out. Of course Yuki isn’t stopping, why would she? You’re like a drug, seeing and, at least she’s convinced of it, feeling you clench around her strap all while shaking and twitching underneath her, caging you in to coax another orgasm out of you- stronger than fentanyl, than any other substance.

“Another one?” Yuki hums, the question not directed at you but at Shoko. With a sly smirk and nod, the special grade picks up the pace again and Shoko’s hand finds its way back to your throat, enveloping it gently, her thumb grazing over your skin.

You’re at their mercy now, little bunny, enjoy.

First series of mine is done!! Thanks for reading it hehe 👉👈 if you have any suggestions or requests for the next Drabble, lemme know 👀 Also I'm so sorry for the delay, oops.