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too-much-tma-stuff · 23 days

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Finally Getting Help (prt 11)

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When Jason arrived at the manor to meet Danny it wasn’t him who greeted him but Damian. Jason tensed as he always did when he saw Damian, though now the feeling he got when he saw Damian made more sense to him. He had read the slide show, he knew that the urge to fight Damian wasn’t hatred, and neither was the way Damian lashed out at him… at least probably not. They should spar more, but not right now, he still needed to overcome the urge to fight Damian in the lobby.

“Todd,” Damian greeted.

“Demon-Brat,” Jason said, insults were practically his love language now anyway.

Damian sniffed disdainfully, but he was shifting from foot to foot. He had something to say and was struggling to figure out how. Jason crossed his arms and dutifully waited for Damian to spit it out. “Danny has warned me about the role that combat has in courtship for his kind, I do not know why on earth he would want you to court him But that is his decision. I will not interfere but understand that he is vulnerable and he is protected. If you hurt him in any way there will be consequences.”

“I’m not planning to hurt him, but I also don’t even know if we are ‘courting’ yet,” Jason said rolling his eyes.

“Well then you’re even more of a fool then I thought,” Damian said with a disdainful sniff. “He’s a very powerful being, Zatana says that he will likely grow to be a god, you should be grateful he is willing to let you court him.”

Jason blinked rapidly, he hadn’t been here for that conversation so that was the first he was hearing of that! It also occurred to him that Damian had a baby-crush on Danny and considered teasing him about it but decided not to. “Huh, good to know,” He said, simply reaching out to ruffle Damian’s hair and missing on purpose as he dodged away. “So where is Danny?”

“He’s waiting for you in the dojo upstairs,” Damian said, sounding a little resigned as he gestured upwards. “I hope you made reservations for somewhere worthy.”

“Don’t worry Dami,” Jason snorted, brushing past him to head towards the stairs. “I’ve got it under control.”

Once again as soon as he entered the dojo and saw Danny the violent urges surged but he wasn’t alone and he didn’t swing first. Danny came at him first and Jason rose to meet him. The fight was longer but less desperate this time. It felt like they were getting out their energy and anger without meaning it, and by the end Jason and Danny were both breathing hard and purring again. It really did feel like bonding, they were closer now then they had been at the beginning of the fight, even if they had hardly said a word.

It ended in a stalemate, or, Jason got Danny pinned but it couldn’t have been more obvious that Danny let him. Jason was glad they didn’t have an audience this time so later he could deny that made him blush. Danny gave him a cheeky grin and reached up to pull Jason down, slow enough that Jason was able to scramble away before Danny got hold of him.

He coughed to clear his throat awkwardly, grabbing one of the towels that sat on a shelf on one side of the dojo, using it to wipe his face and the back of his neck. The fight had been intense enough to make him sweat, though Danny still seemed unbothered, and there were some gym style showers off of the dojo.

“Well I’m glad I brought a change of clothes!I’m going to have a quick shower and then we can go out for dinner okay?”

“Sounds good, I’ll go change too. Alfred bought me a Ton of new clothes, I really didn’t need that much more. By the way, what sort of place are we going? I mean, should I dress up?” Danny asked a little awkwardly, Running a hand back through his hair to try and push his bangs back.

“I mean, probably a little bit?” Jason said. “If I didn’t take you somewhere nice I think Damian would shank me. It’s cute how protective of you he is,” Jason teased.

“Alright, so we talking jeans and a button down? Or proper dress pants?” Danny asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Better to go with dress pants. The good ones are pretty comfortable anyway, and Alfred wouldn’t get you bad one. No need for a jacket though, unless you’ll be cold?”

“I have an ice core, I never get cold,” Danny laughed. Jason was just going to pretend he understood what that meant.

“Alright,” Danny agreed, bouncing to his feet in a way that denied gravity and bouncing out of the room to go get changed.

Jason grinned like an idiot after him before shaking off the feeling and going to have a quick shower and get dressed for their date.

Jason showered and dressed in a red shirt and soft brown pants before meeting up with Danny who was wearing a blue that brought out his eyes and black pants, he looked… very good. Judging by the blush on Danny’s cheeks he thought the same thing about Jason.

“Have you ridden on a motorbike before?” Jason asked rather than acknowledging any of that.

“Oh! Ya I have, not that often but I know the basics,” Danny assured, following Jason eagerly towards the door.

“Great, I have an extra helmet for you.”

“Do I have to?” Danny sighed dramatically. “It wouldn’t kill me anyway if I fell off.”

“Yes you have to,” Jason said firmly, his stomach twisting at the idea of Danny getting hurt. “You have to be more careful Danny! I get that we’re all bad about risk taking, and you’re tough, but you don’t have just yourself to worry about anymore!” Jason said, trying not to sound too much like he was scolding Danny. He wasn’t sure it worked because Danny did look pretty chided as he took the helmet.

“The babies aren’t in my head, the helmet wouldn’t protect them,” He muttered as he put it on. Jason just hummed and rolled his eyes as he put his own on.

Danny got on the bike behind him and wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist, snuggling up against his back even as continued to sulk. “Hold on tight, and the helmets have mics so we can still talk without having to yell. It’s a bit of a drive,” Jason warned. He could have gotten there a lot faster, but not without breaking traffic laws and he was in civvies so a half hour drive it had to be.

Danny hummed and tightened his grip on Jason as he kicked back the stand and revved the bike, peeling out of the driveway in a way he knew would piss off Bruce. It also made Danny yelp and cling tighter though so Jason slowed down a bit once they were out of the driveway.

Danny was quiet for maybe ten minutes and Jason was starting to worry he’d upset Danny more then he realized and maybe should apologize when he spoke up. “You’re right. When Cass clocked that I was pregnant it was the first time I’d talked to anyone about it besides Vlad. I’m not… Honestly the way I’ve survived most of the shit that’s happened to me was not thinking about the implications. I’m not sure how I’m going to do this. I’m in a way better position now then I was even a week ago but it’s going to be such a big change I’m having a hard time imagining what it's even going to look like.”

Jason hummed, nodding and taking a moment to consider his response. His first instinct was to remind Danny that he didn’t Have to have the babies since it was still early but he knew that the other bats would have already brought it up. If Danny was anything other than fiercely protective and utterly determined to have the babies Bruce and Dick would still be trying to convince him to not be a teen parent and focus on his education. The same way they had tried to convince everyone in the family not to be vigilantes and utterly failed.

“You’re going to be a good dad Danny, and you’re not going to do this alone. Bruce never got to have any of us as babies, the youngest of us was 12 when he adopted us and I know he’s looking forward to having a baby around. Alfred is too, and Damian and Dick will compete for best uncle. Money is no object, you’ll get everything you and the babies need. It’s still going to be a big change obviously but there’s nothing to be scared of I promise,” Could he make that promise really? Well he just did so he’d better do his best to make sure it was kept.

“It’s not just that though,” Danny said and hesitated again. Jason stayed quiet to let him organize his thoughts. “My binder is hurting more to wear, my.. Chest aches, I told Bruce I was just incubating ghost cores. And that’s what I’ve been telling Myself too, but I got sick this morning and the babies are clones of me, and I’m half human. What if I actually am pregnant?

“I told Jazz I’d bring up going to a human doctor but then dodged it. I haven’t been in years and I am nervous about going again but it’s more than that. I don’t like my body, I’m too young for hormones or surgery but if my body changes. What if my chest hurts too much and I can’t wear my binder anymore? What if they grow more? They’ve always been small enough to hide before.

“I don’t mind the idea of my stomach growing, or even really being a mom. I’m a man but I do feel like I identify more with maternity than paternity. It’s really just my.. Breasts. God I hate that word. I don’t want them to grow, I don’t want to lactate or breastfeed. I mean, I DO, I actually really do but just the idea is giving my dysphoria at the same time that I really want to do it to bond with the babies.” It was like a dam had broken and Danny’s words came fast and a little loud, breathing hard between bouts of talking.

“Deep breaths please Danny, take a few deep breaths,” Jason soothed, taking one hand off the handlebars briefly to pat Danny’s hands where they were clasped over his stomach. He was a bit at a loss about this, none of his siblings were trans, he knew trans people but he’d never had to talk anyone through these particular problems. “These are a lot of what ifs to be panicking about. It’s totally your choice, the babies can be bottle fed if the time comes and you’re not up to it. There’s nothing wrong with that. We’ll all be here for you no matter what happens, but you really should go to the doctor Danny. At least then we’ll know what to expect right?”

“Will you come with me to the doctor? I’m a bit scared of human doctors, I’ve heard people talking about experimenting on me so much as Phantom that every time I’m in a lab-like environment now I can’t stop thinking about it,” Danny asked, a pleading edge to his voice.

“Ya, I’ll come with you, and whoever else you want,” Jason promised, because what else could he say? “We’ll make an appointment for you with Dr. Leslie, she sees all of us vigilantes, she sees just about everyone involved in the night life and never Ever talks to the cops or the feds. Trust me no one can get that woman to talk to anyone, she’s safe.”

“Thank you,” Danny murmured, leaning his cheek against Jason’s shoulder. The rest of the ride was a quiet one as Danny recovered and Jason tried not to overthink his lackluster responses.

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Jason parked a block away from the restaurant rather than trusting any concierge with his bike and waited for Danny to get off before he did. He took off his helmet and took Danny’s from him and locked them both in the storage compartment on his bike before leading the way, shoving his hands awkwardly in his pockets. He was never the most… socially competent. He was better than Tim but he was worse than Dick and Bruce and in moments like this he wished these things came a little easier to him.

Danny was quiet, his hands swinging loosely by his side as he followed, Jason noted the way he kept looking around them. They all did that, looking for threats civilians might not see, it was how you spotted a hero even when they weren’t trying to be spotted. Still there were no problems between the bike and the restaurant and when they got inside Jason softly asked the host to make sure Danny got one of the menus without prices. He was knew to this lifestyle, Jason remembered the first time he’d gone out to a fancy dinner with Wayne the prices had nearly given him a heart attack and he was younger and less set in his ways then Danny.

He didn’t want Danny to worry about the prices, he’d be paying and he was both the son of a millionaire and a crime lord, he could buy the entire fucking place without blinking. The host nodded understanding and ushered both of them to the most private table in the establishment.

They settled in and ordered drinks, Jason a coke and Danny a signature lemonade before they were left with the menus. Danny gave Jason a suspicious look when he noticed there weren’t any prices but when Jason innocently pretended not to notice Danny huffed and decided not to bring it up.

“Order whatever you want, appetizer and dessert too,” Jason encouraged, putting on his innocent face again when Danny gave him a Look.

“Alright,” Danny agreed with a dramatic sigh, he didn’t need to be pushed too hard though, Alfred had mentioned Danny was almost always hungry, wish was why Jason hadn’t chosen one of the fancy places with ridiculously small portions.

Danny took a while to choose, and asked Jason about a few items and words on the menu. Finally he sighed and put his menu down to indicate he was done. It wasn’t long before the waitress returned to take their order for appetizers and main before vanishing again.

“So,” Danny asked leaning against the table and clasping his hands. “You have questions?”

#danny phantom #Danny is pregnant #trans!danny #jason todd #dead on main #tw dysphoria #damian wayne #dc x dp #finally getting help au #unedited #tell me if you find any mistakes #the date ended up being 2 parts #oops

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whatever-the-fuck-i-dont-care · 6 months

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I love Suguru Geto.

Suguru loves to fuck you in the doggy style position. He would have his long hair down, swaying back and forth with each one of his incredibly powerful thrusts. While he had your hair pulled back and wrapped around his left fist he's holding your body close to his while his right hand bares down on the bed to keep you both upright.

Suguru would tighten his fist pulling your hair so that you have no other place to look other than up into his eyes. The lovestruck look he gives you makes your heart do flips and makes your cunt tighten around him. He would softly moan at the reaction you gave, feeling you tighten again at his vocalization.

Suguru would release your hair and allow your body to fall into the bed, still inside of you his thrusts wouldn't falter at all. In fact they would only become harder and more defined. With your chest pushed into the plush blankets that line his bed you can feel him reaching for something above you.

Suguru would wrap his arm around your middle and with precision, find your neglected clit almost immediately. The soft, slow, gentle motions back and forth on your clit compared to the rough, calculated, assault on your g-spot brings you to the edge of orgasm quicker than you imagined.

But Suguru knew, he casually pressed record on his phone that he must have reached for earlier and set it to where the camera was facing you dead on. Your head is smashed into the pillows but your noises could probably be heard from the apartment next door.

Suguru's next actions are more calculated than you can comprehend, as he wraps his long fingers around the bottom of your chin he pulls your face out from the shadows. You make eye contact with yourself in the camera and suddenly you feel even more lustful than before. Behind you, you see Suguru's toned body and long hair swaying back and forth, the upper part of his face isn't showing but you can see him biting his lip behind you and you feel his cock pulse inside of you.

Suguru's fingers that had wrapped around your face are now entering into your mouth as his thrusts become slower and the fingers massaging your clit become more rough. You can feel your toes curling and your eyes begin to close. Suguru encourages you to suck on his fingers while you wait for his permission to come.

With three of his fingers taking up all the room possible in your mouth Suguru drops his head to whisper into your ear. "Do you wanna come baby?" His voice is like liquid silk, washing over your body. You whine around his fingers, softly biting on them to signal to him that's exactly what you want.

The short chuckle that Suguru releases doesn't go unnoticed by you, but you're quick to forget about it when he suddenly removes his fingers from your mouth. Slimy fingers now holding your face forward so that you have no choice but to look into the camera. Again you can see Suguru's body behind you and you can see him start to lean into you.

"I want you to thank Satoru for letting you come, can you do that baby?" Suguru's eyes find yours on the screen and he can tell that was the final push you needed. Your eyes cross before they squeeze shut, a small whimper leaves your lips in a hurry.

"S-Satoru, thank you-u letting me coOme" your voice is uneven and loud as you squeeze around Suguru. His hands find home on your hips as he thrusts through your orgasm. Suguru getting a similar type of euphoria hearing you moan his best friend's name in his bedroom.

Leaning over and pausing the video, he pulls out and watches his come drip out of you in small trails. He reaches over to pick his phone and is quick to send the video to Satoru. Your body is still limp on the bed when you hear a small bell noise coming from your boyfriend's phone. His hand slowly starts to run over your ass cheek as he laughs while reading a text he just got.

"Stay just like that baby, Satoru will be right over." Suguru leans down to kiss you on the ass cheek and in the matter of minutes you're faced with Satoru and Suguru walking into the bedroom together.

#geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #jjk suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #geto smut #jujutsu kaisen suguru #omg im fucking dead i love him so much! i was just doing laundry and then bam!#like what the fuck #jjk smut #unedited #oop #smut #jjk #jjk x reader

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astrobei · 2 months

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been working on exes fic again

#in a loose sense of the term #this part technically i wrote in one giant uncapitalized unedited blurb when i was drunk last weekend #then woke up to it in my phone and went oops. anyways #first chap is almostttttt (kinda) done but i do want to have a couple completed and under my belt before i start posting #bc. yk me .#anyways #byler #miwip wednesday

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mintmatcha · 8 months

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okay yes!! getting railed!! happy friday. can we pls factor in choking? that aizawa piece u wrote still haunts my brain it unlocked smth in me. i can see it for zeke too im in shambles

hes so so bad at talking during sex, so you have to coax it out of him, nails running over his forearm as his grip tightens around your throat.

"Make the face," he mumbles, rolling his hips into your with a slow, smooth pace, "Make that pretty face for me."

His grip pushed up, slotting under your jaw. The pressure down is light enough that you can still easily breathe, but the change in position has your head swimming. aizawa's whole body twitches suddenly and his cock kicks hard inside you, throbbing thick.

"That's it-" he breathes as he dips in low. Open mouthed kisses get messily pressed into your lips and cheeks, too hurried to find their true mark. The rut between you has changed, still deliberate but now hard, balls slapping against your ass with every stroke.

"Oh, that's how I know you're feeling good, you make that face-"

The crook of his thumb and pointer finger catch your chin and tilt it up to face him. The edges of your vision are delightfully blurred, soft and sweet in the same way your body tingles and head swims, and you can barely focus on how his own face changes, eyes heavily lidded with lust.

"I love it," His forehead presses against yours, "Oh, your pupils get so big, make that - make that fucking face-"

#uneditted oops #right off the cuff babies #choking tw

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spacexseven · 1 year

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Okok so I have an idea that just came to mind and I wanna know what you think about this

So I was thinking about darling in subordinate au what if they had a crush on dazai/chuuya (or both) at the beginning? I'd imagine they'd get bullied so badly for this

Tbh this is kinda like one of your posts with the yanderes going after a darling they previously rejected

Im gonna do chuuya for this because…i have a feeling i’ve discussed something about liking dazai for this au before…?

it’s easy to be fooled by chuuya at first sight, when you only notice his soft smile from a far distance away. and maybe, because of all the time you spent being crushed under dazai’s heel, it’s even easier to create a fantasy version of him in your head, and fall for him—hard. you tell yourself that if you worked hard enough, dazai would eventually have to let you go, or maybe if he gets tired of you, he’ll shift you over to someone else, maybe even chuuya. you liked to believe that he wouldn’t be so cruel and condescending, just for the little solace your imagination brought you. you liked to believe he would be a better boss, and an even better friend.

of course, all your hopes are dashed when you actually meet him. for starters, chuuya rarely let go of his deep scowl, especially around you and dazai. suddenly, he was so much more intimidating, and the callous way he treated you, whether out of irritation or just because he knew kind treatment would only get dazai angry, only served to make you more terrified. he glares at you, and his words are sharp, painful; like he knows exactly how to get to you. this was far from the chuuya you saw all those days ago. dazai’s perceptive enough to catch on to your longing looks and the droop in your shoulders, and he’s simultaneously amused and annoyed by it. was he giving you so little work that you had time to be catching feelings?

regardless, you suffer. you bury yourself in the work dazai gives you in a pathetic attempt at trying to ignore the heartbreak, and the less you see chuuya, the easier it gets. you foolishly believe that that would be the end of it.

while you’re busy trying to make sure you don’t die while completing the tasks assigned to dazai, you fail to realize that someone else has noticed the lack of your presence. perhaps it’s because chuuya has begun to see you like an extension of dazai; the tail of his shadow, but it felt unnatural to see the taller man prance around the building without you dragging your feet behind him. he would have been stupid to not notice you gawking over him, and chuuya was far too perceptive to miss the dejected expression on your face every time you got remotely close to him, but he just didn’t care. it didn’t matter to him that you probably just wanted a friend—everyone here were barely managing to look out for themselves, let alone make friends, but the part that bothered him the most was how small you looked beside dazai. chuuya was no stranger to witnessing dazai’s more sadistic side, but somehow, he was infuriated by the thought that you could only ever obey the fool’s orders if you wanted to live. it bothered him even more that he couldn’t involve himself in any way, but he wouldn’t be caught dead pitying you. you deserved better than his pity. admiration, maybe for making it this far despite the cruel circumstances. sympathy, because he knew how hard it could be to deal with dazai, but not pity.

somewhere along the way, his feelings of admiration and sympathy and something else turns into a strange fascination, shows as an unexpected interest. he has an eye out for you all the time, just to make sure you aren’t dead in a ditch somewhere. his angry cursing focuses more on dazai and not on you. instead you’re graced with a strange half-smile, if only for a moment. some of the black lizard member, the ones who pick on you—dazai’s pet, as they like to call you, jeering—are found brutally beaten, half-dead and silent despite all demands to know who the attacker was. dazai giggles as he tells you this, like he knows something you don’t. then his voice goes cold and he reminds you that you’re only safe by his side, as his pet. better the devil you know, right? (not that you’d ever claim to know dazai). even mori regards you with slight apprehension, as if in disbelief over something.

the question remains unasked; how did you, measly little thing, cause so much trouble?

chuuya’s acts go unnoticed by you, in fact, you don’t spare him the light of day, more on edge by dazai’s warnings and the strange way everyone seems to watch you. his attempts at conversation register to you as veiled threats, and you’re far too frightened by him to spend even a moment more lingering around him once you sense his presence. maybe the distance should disappoint him, but chuuya’s vague interest in you hasn’t developed that far yet. besides, it’s not too bad to watch over you from afar.

once it does get worse, though, chuuya will try to clear up the misunderstandings. he demands for more of your time, insists that dazai can’t make use of you, stands up for you publicly and makes it clear that he disapproves of dazai’s treatment of you. anything to make you realize his intentions.

#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya nakahara #yandere chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #subordinate au 🐟#bsd 🐟#chuuya 🐟#drabble 🐟#ask 🐟#oops kinda rambled #unedited !!

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suashii · 12 days

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I THOUGHT OF A NEW ONE

Hurt comfort with suna 😌 - 🦚

as u wish!! thanks for the suggestion and i hope this hits the spot :3 writing warmups if u wanna request!

cat-like eyes peer over the top of the phone in suna’s hands when his ears pick up the click of your key turning the front door’s lock. you’re getting back later than usual and he plans on asking what kept you but the question dies on his tongue the moment you walk through the door.

even from his place on the couch, he can tell you’re crying.

you’re trying to hide it, head tipped down to avoid his gaze, but suna is observant. you almost always jump at the opportunity to tell him about your day—whether that be complaining about someone who was grating on your nerves or updating him on the unfolding drama between your coworkers. to be met with silence is strange, uncomfortable.

he takes in your hurried actions, how you’re fumbling to get your shoes off as quick as possible and the way you’re subtly trying to dab away the tears at the corner of your eyes with your sleeve.

though, for all of his perceptiveness, he has absolutely no idea what to do in a situation like this.

it’s the only reason why he doesn’t say a word and lets you scurry off to your bedroom like he never saw you walk in to begin with. the slam of your door makes him jump and even though he’s sure you didn’t do it because of him, he feels guilty anyways.

he’s never seen you cry before, to be hurt to the point of tears. even if he hadn’t been so caught off guard, suna is the type to turn away at the sight of someone crying, not jump to comfort them. he’s not sure he actually knows how to. do you prefer space—time to process your emotions on your own? or would you rather have him lend you an ear so that you can share your frustrations with him? is there anything he can say to make you feel better?

all he knows for sure is that hearing your muffled cries and sniffles through the thin walls makes him hurt, too.

down the hallway and on the other side of your closed door, you’ve set your bag in the chair at your desk and changed into something more comfortable, all while letting warm tears stream down your cheeks. the only thing you want right now is tuck yourself under your blankets and hide away from the world—suna included.

you hoped he hadn’t seen you but you could feel his gaze glued on you from the second you walked through the door. you’re almost glad he chose not to say anything. it saved you the embarrassment of having to face him in such a sorry state.

the tears have slowed by the time you’ve burrowed into your blankets. the comfort of sinking into your mattress and the exhaustion that comes with crying has calmed you down a bit. your eyelids are heavy and even though you haven’t bothered to look in the mirror since you got home, you’re willing to bet money that your eyes are puffy and red.

with each passing second, drifting off to sleep seems like the best way to get over this unfavorable day. though, before you’re able to turn off your lamp and close your eyes, there’s a sequence of knocks on your door.

a beat of silence passes between his knocks and his voice. “can i come in?”

you chew on the inside of your cheek. you’re not particularly thrilled at the thought of suna seeing you like this but you are curious. for as long as you’ve known him, you never pegged him as the type to offer you a shoulder to cry on. “sure.”

your doorknob turns and suna stands on the other side. there’s a bag of jelly sticks in his hand and his snorlax plush is tucked under the opposite arm. your eyes flick up from the goodies to his gaze.

“want some chuupets?”

you’re grateful he doesn’t comment on your appearance or bombard you with questions about what’s wrong. and you’re grateful for his offer. a little sugar might help lift your spirits.

you nod and hold out your hand, suna digging in the bag as he approaches your bed. he sets a few of the sticks in your open palm. it’s more than you need but you keep quiet because you know he’s being generous—asking if you’re okay without really asking.

you accept the jellies, scooting over to make room for him on your mattress. he silently joins you in bed, opening up at chuupet of his own. “oh, this is for you.”

he sets his snorlax plush between the two of you. it’s the one you’re always trying to take with you whenever you’re finished hanging out in his room, the one he never lets you leave with.

“you’re giving me snorlax?” you take the pokemon and set it in your lap, wrapping your arm around it.

“well, for tonight. or as long as you’re sad, i guess.”

to your surprise and his, you laugh—a genuine one that comes from your chest and fills the air of your room. the shock written on suna’s face is quickly traded for a smile. he wasn’t sure what to expect with his hastily put together plan to cheer you up but this definitely has to be one of the more positive outcomes.

you swallow your snack and sigh. it’s content rather than exasperated. “you’re never gonna let me have it, huh?”

“no, probably not.”

“fine,” you hug the plush tighter, “i’ll treasure it for tonight then.”

you stare up at your ceiling for a moment before turning to suna. he meets your eye and you offer him a soft smile. “thanks.”

#unedited oops :3 #ofc this one turned out to be the longest. . .#idk that i’m any good at hurt comfort but #hopefully this is enjoyable!#and can maybe make someone happy :D #suna x reader

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jamespottersmixtape · 6 months

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guys oh no my finger slipped🫣

#unedited as fuck oops sorry if this makes no sense #i haven’t been on a writing kick these past 3 days but this is the point we’re at #petition to send them to marriage counseling (they are neither married nor together)#evan rosier #barty crouch jr #rosekiller #rat's silly writing

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Rain Being A Pillow Princess And Getting Embarrassed, Fucked By Aether, feeling His Gently Roaming his Body and Pressing on his Stomach feeling That Delicious Cock Even More?

Princess Rain Agenda.

Rain covers his eyes with his arm. He turns his head into the crook of his elbow. He tries just to feel, and not to think about anything. Aether's hands drag down his sides, over the lines of his ribs, his hips, his shaking thighs. The callouses on his fingers catch on the softest parts of Rain's skin, a sharp bite amidst all this softness. Rain can't breathe. The drag of Aether's cock deep inside of him is a hard reset to his brain with each slow thrust. It's incredible, agonizing, debilitating. And to make it all that much worse, or maybe better, Aether's still talking. "Look at you, Raincloud," Aether breathes. His fingers ghost over Rains' cock, and it kicks. Rain's stomach swoops, and Aether's fingers back off. He drags them through the precum pooling on Rain's stomach instead, gathering it between his fingers. Rain moves his arm and cracks his eyes open just in time to see Aether testing the elasticity of it. Eyes glued to the way it stretches between his thumb and forefinger. "So pretty like this, Rainy. Letting me do all the work." Rain's next breath shakes, he feels it in his lungs, the way they refuse to pull in a full breath of air. "Don't cover your face," Aether says. He reaches up and grabs Rain's wrist, pulling his arm away and letting it drop uselessly by Rain's side. "Wanna see everything I do to you." "Aeth--"

"Shh, baby. I've got you."

Rain whines. His face is hot, he can't look at Aether, it's too much. There's too much attentiveness in his eyes. He's watching Rain's face in earnest. Cataloging every tiny movement. Rain feels like he's under a microscope, it's not a feeling he's used to while he's being fucked. All he wants to do is hide. He wants to bury his face in the pillow and let Aether take him. But that's not what Aether wants. Rain almost begs him, Begs him to flip him over and just fuck him. Because that would be easier. And just when Rain thinks it can't get worse. Aether drags his fingers across Rain's belly again, but this time he pauses, flattening his hand over the spot between his hip bones. "Bet if I press down I'll feel myself here," Aether pants.

Rain whimpers. He closes his eyes. He can't look at Aether's face anymore. Can't watch the way his body moves as he fucks into him, languid, lazy, thorough. Aether does press down as soon as Rain's eyes close. He groans a delicious full sound that has Rain's toes curling. And then, Aether's thrusts get a little harder, a little deeper. "You take me so well. I can feel how good you are for me." Aether pushes both of Rain's knees back a little further, the next thrust reaches so deep it makes Rain's breath hitch. Aether's hand presses down a little harder. He moans again, it's a sound Rain feels in his bones. "Gonna cum right in here," Aether promises. Rain sobs.

#comet writes #ficlet #request #anon #ghost fan fic #aether/rain #rain/aether #rain x aether #aether x rain #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #nameless ghoul fan fiction #unedited #written in a fucking rush oops

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ehlnofay · 4 months

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19! :)

19: sea change

In the last few days of the year 200, Torr kills the Emperor. In early 201, a war breaks out.

It’s not wholly unexpected, at least not by those who know where to look. The Emperor’s death is no small blow to Solitude, the city that sent him off on a voyage he would only exit under a pall; especially considering that the guard had patted itself on the back for successfully foiling an assassination attempt right before his ship left, only for his throat to be slit under their noses, anyway. The head of Skyrim’s Penitus Oculatus appears to have vanished. No-one reports seeing anyone out of place on the boat until they started stumbling over the bodies. The Empire mourns through all the official avenues as the heir prepares for succession; Solitude’s government is busy trying desperately to smooth it over, putting out excessive bounties on the assassin that failed and scraping up intel on the one who succeeded. Not that there’s anything much to find – it’s a locked-room murder, and every logical suspect has an alibi that holds up to interrogation. There are no leads to follow.

And Windhelm is a powder keg.

It always has been, ever since the Great War, as long as Torr or any of his kids have been alive. Short-fused and disillusioned, crowds moving hot as blood through its winding stone streets, it’s always been something tough, hard-throated, splintered into careful lined sections. Torr walks whatever lines he wants, but not everyone has the energy to straddle them; not everyone can. The upper city is all harsh-cut stone and ice, the bricks ancient, the crowds in a hurry, even though none of them seem to know where they’re going; the Grey Quarter is where the snow runs when it turns to slush and the walls are stuffed with rags. The planks keep snapping with dry rot, sharp and gaping as broken teeth. They need to be filled to keep the cold out. The Cornerclub keeps the fire roaring. Talres goes there to work most days and doesn’t come back up to the house until the streets are empty. No-one knows it’s going to happen, not exactly, but there's no way anyone couldn't know. There are a lot of people who have been waiting on an opening, and all eyes are pointed elsewhere.

With little fanfare, the Jarl and his entourage leave Windhelm.

The city stops being a fuse and starts being the wreckage after it’s blown. Torr is told that there’s a span of a few weeks where Talres stops leaving the house completely. Katla gets arrested again and weasels out of it on her own. The ill-drawn posters of something approaching Torr’s face stuck up over the walls of Solitude are covered up with announcements and calls to join the Legion. Windhelm floods with bodies ready for the rebellion. Aventus’ house is already crowded; in a few months, Torr hears, it’s nigh impossible to walk in for the bedrolls and blankets spread over the floor. The city has never been a warm place in any sense of the word; Torr’s siblings are inundated with more kids and more kids with nowhere else to go. They don’t know if Solitude is much better; they look different now than they did on the night of the assassination that wasn’t and then was, hair cropped shorter and uneven, face gaunter, the weight they’d managed to gain over their comfortable months in Falkreath sloughing off them like a spider’s old skin, but even so it’s a bit much to step foot in there so soon, some of the bounty posters still mouldering on their posts. One of the kids says something about needing a whole other house. They’ve only got the one. Still, it makes Torr think.

(Skyrim has one orphanage, a little wooden hall down on the banks of Riften’s canals. And now there is a cursed house in Windhelm.)

Torr doesn’t go to Solitude. They only occasionally go to Windhelm. When they’re not on business, they stay on the outskirts of Danstrar; the Pale, all frozen winds and snow high enough to ice a horse’s knees, is an unappetising enough target that aside from an announcement of alliance with Windhelm’s Stormcloaks the war has not truly reached them yet. Which is ironic, considering.

(If prompted, Torr probably could have seen this coming – Torr, who spent years with his finger on Windhelm’s pulse, moving through the people and hearing endless talk about the government. It was going to happen sooner or later. And of course the Empire reeling from the assassination of its Emperor – the first since around the time of the Oblivion Crisis, which no-one is anxious to repeat, and the reminder of which put plenty of important people quite on edge – is enough of an opportunity to weigh heavily in sooner’s favour. If he’d thought about it with his blade set beneath the hairs of the old man’s beard, he would have known he was setting a war in motion. What Torr doesn’t know is if he would have cared.)

(Probably not. He still doesn’t, after all. Not enough to regret anything.)

Dead winter bleeds into spring; a little ice melts, and the sea begins to change. Torr’s shoulder aches when the weather is bad. There are clashes on the roads, outside cities, described in newspapers and word of mouth. Cyrodiil ships off heaps of soldiers to spill into Solitude’s ports. The house in Windhelm is overrun. But the nightshade kept in the temperate corner that Babette has transformed into a garden begins to bloom months early. The tides still come in and out.

The old Emperor is dead. Skyrim is tearing itself apart. Torr cleans his knife after use with a soap that smells like lavender and tries very hard to dredge up any guilt.

#don't know if this makes any sense at all! but here you go #I think I've mentioned before how in my timeline the emperor's murder precedes the civil war #it's so. nothing. in-game in a way that doesn't make sense #so having it be a weak moment for the empire that ulfric takes as an opportunity to kickstart his rebellion felt more coherent #which means that in a roundabout fashion torr is responsible for the civil war. oops #so here is an unedited ramble about their feelings on That.#or the lack thereof as the case may be #(the war would have happened anyway eventually. torr is just the reason that it happened Now)#anyway #oc tag #torr #the elder scrolls #tesblr #skyrim #tes #fay writes #my writing

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remwrites · 1 year

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Perhaps...shirtless Grian, in a twist of events. Do what you will with this. It could be anything from a beach day to showing his scars to domestic cuddling fluff.

interesting interesting thank u for the prompt

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"Put some clothes on, Scar."

"Where's the fun in that?" Scar asked, flexing with his unfortunately impressive biceps, and rather distracting pecs. "Instead of getting me to put a shirt on, you could join me. It's freeing!"

Grian fought to keep his face neutral, even as his stomach plummeted to his toes. He turned that chill in his bones at the idea into a glare, elbowing Scar in the ribs and insisting, "Clothes, Scar."

Scar oofed and leaned over, rubbing his side with an obliging smile. "Alright, alright. You'll join me one day."

"Hm." Grian didn't acknowledge that, terrified at the idea, waiting until his partner was fully clothed again to continue their trek across the desert.

Later, when the chill across his skin was from the desert night instead, and Grian had a much more private show to the admittedly spectacular sight that was shirtless Scar, he kept his own shirt on. Unbuttoned just once at the collar, Scar sneaking his fingers up the hem and playing with his waistband. Grian was covered in goosebumps.

"Can I see?" Scar asked, smiling on his throat, nuzzling where the skin met his shirt.

Grian froze. There was a spike of pain, like it was happening right then, and his slightly sharper inhale was felt by his partner.

Scar pulled back far enough to let his frown be seen. "Or not. That's fine too."

"You've got enough skin for both of us." Grian said, throat dry, letting his hands roam the canvas in front of him. Thumbs tracing the map of scars, playing with the thick ribbon cut through one of Scar's nipples.

"Hm." Scar didn't agree, leaning back down to kiss the tiny piece of exposed skin between Grian's collar and his ear. He breathed, "I'll take whatever I can get."

Grian planted his knees on either sides of Scar's hips and tried to tell himself that was okay, that he didn't feel awful for only giving Scar scraps when the man bared his whole bloody heart directly from his chest, offering it out still beating in his palm. When Grian kissed him, Scar's fingers abandoned exploring the hem of his shirt to wind tight around his waist, surging into the kiss like he was trying to steal all the air from Grian's lungs. He succeeded.

Later. It was dim, dusky. Scar was running his fingertips over the hem of his shirt, over and over, and said wonderingly, "It's not like I'd care about scars, you know. It's kinda in my name."

"It's not like that." Grian said, the terror jolting him from the wonderfully numb mindscape he'd been lounging in, enjoying that Scar had chased every other possible thought from his chaotic mind.

"What's it like?" Scar pushed, gently, their legs tangled together. Grian had the bone of his ankle digging into the thick muscle of Scar's hairy calf. He focused on that, the criss-crossing intersection of their physical forms.

"It's different." Grian replied, trying to sound uncaring, undisturbed. Cavalier.

"Are you shy?" Scar held Grian's hips firmly, even as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles. "You've got nothing to be worried about, pretty."

Grian rolled his eyes and swatted one of the lovely pecs before him.

"I didn't think so. What then? Is it being vulnerable? We can handle any threats that appear, shirts or no." Scar promised him, earnest.

"Wrong again." Grian wanted him to drop it. He didn't want to cave, like he knew he would, as long as Scar kept sweet-talking him. "You're not going to guess."

"Embarrassing tattoo?" Scar tried, a light smile.

Except... Grian froze. Heart thudding harder, terror taking residence in his mouth, pressing against his teeth.

"Or a painful one." Scar said, quieter.

"I suppose you can guess." Grian muttered. Whatever. He leaned back, watching the flash of regret on Scar's face when he did.

"I'm s--" Scar said, then cut himself off when Grian moved to swiftly unbutton his shirt. "Hold on, G, you don't have to."

"I don't have to." Grian agreed, turning away completely, shedding his shirt. Then he faced his partner again, covering his heart with his fingers.

Scar reached out and added his own two hands, covering it four times. "I shouldn't have pushed. I just couldn't think of what the great Grian would possibly be afraid to show me. I've already seen you every other way."

Grian's shin had Scar's knee dug into it. They could not get closer if they tried. Grian inverted his hands, grabbing Scar's. Then tugged all four hands away, revealing the dark mark over his heart. A long rectangle, broken up, cut directly into his skin. One last gift from the Watchers.

Grian had thought of it as a tattoo for a long time before he learned what a 'brand' was.

Scar's eyes scanned the mark, understanding flickering into sorrow, and he said, "Not by choice, I'm assuming."

"No." Grian agreed, curtly. "So you can imagine why I don't really like having my shirt off. I don't like looking at it."

"I understand." Scar leaned over to kiss his collarbone. "I like looking at you, however, so I don't mind. Why don't you look at me, and I'll look at you, and we won't have to worry about it."

Grian couldn't stop the incredulous feeling bubbling up his throat from being a weird laugh. "Is that really your solution?"

Scar was too busy kissing marks down his exposed chest to answer. Grian gripped both his elbows and felt the prickle of sensation. Maybe it wasn't the worst thing ever.

#scarian #fic stuff #rem askbox #oops wrote 1k LMAO #i have many great requests feel free to send more just expect it might take a little to get through them all #enjoy my unedited train of thought writings #may go on ao3 later depending on how i feel abt it when i havent written it blindly in 20 minutes hahahah

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ssaalexblake · 7 months

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The sea looks absolutely stunning today and I'm very glad I took a detour to go look at it 🥰

#i am lazy and these are entirely unedited #i created this photo #idk the tag i changed all of mine up and didn't bother to memorize them oops #also ppl who think windfarms ruin a view are weak #oh no my big blue horizon blob is ruined with renewable energy 🤷

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brassknucklespeirs · 2 years

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Lᴜᴄᴋ Bᴇ Oɴ Mʏ Sɪᴅᴇ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: Angsty Fluff

Warning: Mention of killing people, graphic depictions of said killing, graphic depictions of warfare, strong language, mention of weapons (rifles and knives)

Prompt: Requested by @mads-weasley “I was wondering if I could request a fic where Ron and the reader are secretly together and she missing like Bull in episode 3 (Carentan) and Ron is going crazy trying to find her. When they do find her, she's okay, but dinged up -> he gets all emotional when he gets to talk to her alone because he realizes he almost lost her”

A/N i hope this helps you feel a little better hun, made it extra fluffy at the end just for you <3

This wasn’t how everything was supposed to go. It was only supposed to be a passover town, they’d duck in one side and come out the other and continue their trip to Hagenau with no problems. Somehow, problems were found. Several hidden companies of German troops had been waiting to strike as 2nd Battalion rolled in to the town, and chaos had ensued.

She sulked in frustration, thinking of how she was supposed to be with her company on their way to Hagenau, sitting with her platoon as they pulled up in the trucks to their new position. Instead they’d have likely done that without her already, all while thinking she was dead and gone. Her chest had clenched violently as she thought of everyone Easy company had lost and how they’d have likely already added her name to that list. She knew there would be some who would hold out a little hope, but the men were tired and Bastogne had taken so much from them that she wouldn’t blame them for thinking the worst.

The lieutenant was lucky, after being separated from the company as they withdrew she’d been able to tuck herself away under fallen rubble of what used to be someone’s home, hidden away from sight. She’d heard the trucks distantly as they drove off, hearing the sound of gunfire turning to silence shortly after. Y/N’s heart had sunk to her stomach at this, she’d felt helpless and lost, but in catching herself beginning to give up she’d wiped the idea from her mind as much as she could. Uninjured and still breathing, she’d reminded herself of how far she had come, how many people had gone so she could keep fighting, how much she had to live for. With squared shoulders and fingers clenching tightly round her rifle, the woman had waited for the cover of darkness before moving out.

***

This wasn’t how everything was supposed to go. The man thought while pacing back and forth, his bottom lip pinched between his thumb and finger. There was a deep pit that had dug itself a home in his stomach, anxiety scratching at his skin as he stood by the river splitting Hagenau in two. Nixon walked up from behind him, calling to him firmly.

“Any news?” Ron asked, trying to hold his voice from trembling. It had been almost two days since they’d withdrawn from that god-awful town where he’d lost her. It had been frustratingly stressful no one knowing a damn thing about her whereabouts aside from the comment from her sergeant, Donald Malarkey, about how he’d last seen her alive, and that she was cut off from any exit routes. He would usually be one of those who would hold out hope for his officer and friend, but the previous loss of some of his other closest friends had led him to simply slump his shoulders in defeat after he heard the news she was missing.

Nixon had questioned the company CO intense concern in his head but decided to keep it to himself as he simply shook his head and moved to stand beside the man. Ron sighed in frustration, moving to pinch the bridge of his nose and screwing his eyes shut to stop them from watering.

“We also can’t risk a search party right now, not with the patrol orders coming through.” After watching the utter look of defeat spread over the man’s face, Nixon raked his mind for any kind of reassurance he could offer him. “But this is Y/N we’re talking about, she’s likely taken the road back to our previous position and will soon be on the next truck on her way here.” A pat on Ron’s shoulder ended the conversation as he tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in his stomach. He had a job to do as company CO, and he knew Y/N would want him to continue as if the world wasn’t going to stop spinning. But Y/N had been just that, his world, his anchor, his rock and his love. Her absence had sent him into a frenzy of emotion and those around him had started to notice the way he was losing his cool. He knew this couldn’t happen though, the men had gone through too many incompetent leaders and as Nixon continued to watch him carefully, the man had simply squared his shoulders and wiped the expression off his face. He cleared his throat and gulped down everything left unsaid before turning to the intelligence officer, spotting the red headed XO walking towards then from over his shoulder.

“So for tonight’s patrol, sir, I was thinking Liebgott, Grant...”

***

The trip out of that god-forsaken town was luckily quick and quiet for the woman as she slunk behind building corners and crawled her way through the grass undetected. The road back to Easy Company’s previous position however, not so much. She had been so close, dodging several German patrols and making good progress overall. That was until she’d messed up. Night had fallen again, the moon full and bright as the third patrol of Krauts had moved towards her. It was only half a squad of men but she didn’t doubt that at least a company was not far behind them. She thought she’d be fine, she really did, but as her exhaustion started to catch up on her, she had slipped. The sound of her strangled gasp and the snapping of sticks had given her away, the men quickly yelling for her to show herself. Her blood ran cold, her chest constricting as she realised just how screwed she was. That didn’t stop her from quietly pulling the rifle off her shoulder and readying her aim. If this was her end then she was going to go down fighting.

Y/N counted six men advancing towards her, her mind reeling as she thought of her options. She decided then she’d have to use several different tactics; distraction, camouflage and then throw her absolute all into a last assault. The woman took a breath, calming her rapidly beating heart before she begun.

The sound of something behind the men had startled them into turning there backs to her as she placed her outreached hand back to her rifle after letting go of the rock. The yelling from the men helped mask the sound of her movement as she moved quickly, taking up position behind a thick fallen tree that had a space big enough to slip into. She took a strained breath, clutching her rifle to her chest as she waited. They had started to search for her, splitting themselves into two smaller groups of three. She watched one group walk passed her through a gap in the rotting tree trunk before glancing back through a different gap to see the other three men moving back in the direction they’d come. Her eyes flickered between the two groups as she weighed her options, trying to decide what her best bet was. After noticing the rank on two of the men who had stupidly split off in the same group, she had chosen her first kills. Cutting the soldiers off from any form of leadership would send them into a frenzy, one that she hoped she could survive, especially with a few moments to spare before the other group would turn back in her direction. She hoped that they would be slow enough not to be able to pinpoint her position, she also hoped they’d shot in any direction but hers, that she could wait long enough for them to think she was dead before they too would be targeted.

Inhaling deeply through her nose before letting it slip from her lips, the woman aimed her rifle, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of it. Y/N praised her sharpshooter ability in that moment as she let off the quickest three shots she could, each finding their mark as the three German soldiers fell quickly to the ground. The spray of bullets began promptly after, and she watched the trail of marks making themselves in the trees behind her. She could tell by their placement that they indeed had no idea where she was hiding and were just shooting in hopes of hitting anything.

A single bullet broke through the rotting wood of the tree, grazing the woman’s shoulder and she thanked any higher being that the noise was loud enough to mask her quiet cry of pain. The noise began to slow, causing the distant sound of a larger assault to be heard in the background. The German’s begun talking rapidly to one another as they picked up on what Y/N assumed to be their platoon under attack in the distance. Luck was certainly on her side today. She grasped her upper arm tightly trying to relieve the pain of the small graze wound while watching as the two of the men scrambled back to their platoon.

One man was left to wander the forest looking for the intruder to ensure they were dead. Stupid idea that was, she thought as she raised her rifle once again, yet as her finger tightened on the trigger, the distinct click of an empty barrel was heard. The woman cursed while moving to grasp another magazine only to pat down an empty hip. Her eyes glanced around in frustration before landing on her fallen ammo that sat tucked under the bush she had placed herself in earlier. Her gaze fell on the soldier as he wandered between her position and the ammunition, a level of stress and anger rising quickly within her. She decided then on her next move as she quietly placed her rifle down onto the ground beside her, moving to grasp at the large knife that was strapped to her waist. She glanced down at the knife as she remembered the man who had given it to her after placing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“I hope the most you’ll have to use this for is to cut yourself out of your chute but in case you don’t just remember to aim for the throat.”

Y/N had laughed when Ron had told her this because in his own way, this was how he showed his love. He had never been the most emotionally open aside from the physical affection he often showed her when they were by themselves and so he had other ways to show how he felt.

She pulled herself away from the memory before tightening her grip on the sharp weapon. The woman manoeuvred her body quietly out of the tree trunk and waited behind it as the soldier walked closer. Using her previous tactic, she threw a nearby rock into the distance and smiled slyly as he turned towards the noise. Crouching, she crept closer and was so close to striking before he had snapped his head back to her, his weapon raised in her direction. Her breath caught in her throat for a split second as they stared at each other, fear obvious in both gazes. The glint of moonlight on the weapon in her hand had been her motivation as she leapt at him just as his finger pulled the trigger. He narrowly missed her as she caught him round the front and shoved the knife into him. She had looked away quickly, blood squirting across her body and face as the metal met its mark.

She hasn’t stuck around after that, quickly pulling the knife from his neck, trying her best to ignore the noises that escaped his throat. Y/N blinked the tears back, quickly moving to grab her rifle and ammo from their places before taking off in a sprint away from the scene.

Her feet carried her at top speed for a good ten minutes before her body began to give out on her, exhaustion and pain finally taking its toll. Her luck was running out as her left foot hit an exposed tree root, sending her forward to the ground in an instant. She hit the floor harshly, her breath knocked from her chest instantly. If she wasn’t so tired she may have just burst into tears out of frustration, but instead just closed her eyes and let the world go dark.

The woman had jolted awake as the stretcher she lay on moved beneath her. No, not the stretcher, the jeep. Y/N scrambled up, clutching for the knife once again before realising she was holding a weapon to the throat of an American soldier.

“Ma’am, you’re alright. You’re safe. We’re almost back to the aid station.” The young man had cried almost desperately as he glanced down cautiously at the metal pressed to his neck. She yanked the knife away quickly and stuttered an apology and asking where the aid station was. His answer was all she could have hoped for, clearly her luck had indeed not disappeared on her as the truck pulled into the previous position she had last left Easy company from.

The driver, a private, and the medic had jumped quickly from truck and moved to pull her stretcher up only for her to shout at them.

“No, no, no. I’m fine, I don’t need no aid station.”

“Ma’am please. We found you passed out on the side of the road shortly after 1st Battalion got rid of the German platoon snooping through the forest. You’ve got a bullet graze to your shoulder and likely severe exhaustion.” The medic had called to her as she jumped off the stretcher, ignoring the men trying to stop her. She rolled her eyes, trying to steady her shaking legs to ensure they didn’t see more reason to keep her from getting back to her company.

“I’m merely tired, just like the rest of you, don’t make it sound worse than it is. And the bullet graze can wait a little longer to be sorted. All I need to know is where is Easy company, 2nd Battalion?”

“Easy Company? They’ve not long taken up position in Hagenau after finding an alternative route.“

“Great. Driver, get me back on that jeep, you’re taking me there right now.” The private had widened his eyes, closing and opening his mouth like a fish before turning his gaze to the medic. The medic had shaken his head at him before the driver looked back at her muttering that they would send a runner ahead so they knew she was fine while they took her to the aid station. She squinted her eyes at the young man before taking a step closer towards him, almost standing nose to nose. “You will get me to Hagenau right away, that is an order private.” She said lowly, sparing a menacing glare at the medic over his shoulder as he went to open his mouth. “The aid station can wait, our medics in Easy can fix me up when I get there. Now let’s go. Now.”

She wouldn’t admit that she was embarrassingly close to falling asleep on the drive to Hagenau but even if she had welcomed sleep, she would have scared the living daylights out of the private just a little more to keep him quiet. The ride wasn’t the shortest and the excitement to return back to her company, her platoon and her love had driven her close to insanity, her legs constantly bouncing uncontrollably. The jeep barely pulled up into the town before the woman was out of it running towards a shocked Malarkey who had been walking between platoon housings when he’d spotted her.

“Lieutenant, you’re…you’re okay. You’re alive.” He’d barely stuttered as she’d reached out to pull the man in for a much needed hug.

“I’m right here Malark, couldn’t leave my favourite platoon sergeant to run things all by himself now could I?” She replied through a tired chuckle. His eyes had lit up when he’d seen her and continued to shine as he let a rare genuine smile pull to his lips.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back. Captain Speirs had been going a little stir crazy without you around. Almost thought he was ready to lead the entire company back to look for you.”

“It’s glad to be back Malark. Now speaking of Captain Speirs, where might I find him? Should probably let him know I’m back.” The red headed man had watched as the emotion swam through her tired eyes at the mention of the man, noting that she looked almost desperate to find him. He nodded his head towards one of the buildings behind him.

“He’s in a briefing with Captain Winters and most of the platoon. There was a patrol last night, we lost Jackson. Think they’re planning another but I’m not sure yet.” The woman’s face had dropped at the mention of the young boy she’d come to know.

“Jackson. Well that’s a real shame.” Was all she could manage from her lips as she turned her head away to blink the tears back. “I-uh-guess I should head in and see what’s happening.” She continued, to which Malarkey nodded his head in understanding.

“Well, again, it’s good to have you back Y/N/N.” She’d managed a small smile back at the man before she set off towards the house, following the sound of Captain Winters voice into one of the rooms. She collected herself quickly before taking a quiet step round the doorway and listening in on the conversation.

“Which is why tomorrow morning you will report to me that you crossed the river and were unable to secure any prisoners.” The red headed man had said to the men, all of whom were oblivious to the missing woman who lingered behind them still in the doorway. Her eyes had trailed over them all carefully before landing on the mess of brown hair directly before her. She felt her chest lurch as she finally realised she’d made it back to them, to him, and though her arm hurt from her graze and head throbbed from exhaustion, she was generally okay.

“Understand?” Captain Winters had asked the men, who replied with nods and responses of yes.

“If I’m being honest, Sir, I don’t really understand.” She said loudly, startling all the men in the room, and she held herself back from chuckling as they jumped in fright. The room erupted in cheers as her platoon members realised who was standing before them, some jumping from their seats in surprise. She looked to Winters as he smiled happily at her.

“Lieutenant L/N. It’s good to see you.” He said to her, stepping towards her. Nixon stepped forward behind him with his usual dopey smile on his face, patting her gently on her uninjured shoulder.

“Y/N, you crazy, crazy woman.” She rolled her eyes at him jokingly before her gaze turned to the man over the intelligence officer’s shoulder as he stepped forward. He kept his face stern but she knew his facade was close to cracking as he blinked the tears away from his eyes and cleared his throat.

“L/N. Welcome back.” He spoke, careful not to break as he stared at the woman so intensely. The longer she looked at the man, the more she felt like running to him and breaking down in his arms, leading her to quickly look back to Winters.

“I believe we may have a few things to discuss, Sir.”

***

Y/N had spent the next hour or so filling her three superiors in on what happened before they too did the same for her, though a lot of this time was spent trying not to look at the man she loved as she felt the emotions hit her full force every time she did. She’d then been promptly sent off to the makeshift aid station to see Doc Roe upon realisation that she was still bleeding from her arm, likely having reopened the wound in her excitement. It was a good thing she was sent away too, as she’d all but stumbled over to the building, swaying on her feet gently.

Gene had set her up quite nicely with her own room to rest after cleaning and wrapping her arm. After giving her a new uniform and time to wash, he’d firmly told her that if she didn’t rest he would have to turn to extreme measure, god knows what that means, yet his threatening eyes were enough to get her to do so. She’d fallen asleep not long after he’d left the room, her gentle breathing the only noise in the room.

The woman had woken several hours later as she felt a hand stroking her hair. She opened her eyes and made eye contact with the man she loved, a groggy hum leaving her throat as she carefully reached for him. He smiled down at her, taking a hold of her outstretched hand and placing a kiss to the top of it. Upon further inspection, she came to notice the tear stained cheeks and red eyes of a man who had clearly been crying. She sat up slowly, a groan leaving her lips as her stiff body ached. After settling herself upright directly in front of him, she reached her other hand out to wipe the tears away. Ron sniffed quietly before nudging his face further into her palm, his hands still firmly grasping her other hand.

“What’s wrong, my love?” She said to him gently. His eyes flashed with pain and sorrow but also love and joy.

“I thought I’d lost you.” He replied, his voice no louder than a whisper, his grip tightening on her hand. “I thought you weren’t coming back. I’d held a little help but after the second day I just…I felt helpless. I couldn’t send a patrol, I couldn’t go myself, I couldn’t do anything dammit. All I could do was sit here and hope you weren’t dead in a ditch with a bullet in your skull. Oh god, I dreamt of it you know. I saw you, wide eyed and limp with a bullet between your eyes and I just…I couldn’t stop seeing it. And then you show up in that room covered in blood but with a smile on your face and I just…” Ron was spiralling by this time, the tears falling rapidly down his face as he leant further and further into Y/N’s touch. His usually bright eyes held such deep emotion in them as he felt like someone was releasing their hand from clutching at his heart. He moved one of his hands to grab at her cheek gently, his gaze taking in every detail on her face as he made sure she was really there in front of him. “I love you Y/N, so damn much. The pain that haunted me when I thought you were gone, it was so immense that I…Y/N I can’t breathe without you. And now that you’re back I hope I never have to again.” She smiled at him, her own tears slipping down her cheeks which he had been wiping away one by one.

Without another word, Y/N had moved to grasp the front of his uniform before pulling him forward. Their lips clashed intensely as they poured their emotions into one another, every feeling of grief, of adoration, of sadness, of rage. Ron had both hands on her face at this point while hers rested on his chest, her fingers clutching at his coat. Y/N let out a quiet hum satisfaction when one of his hands moved to grasp at her waist, pulling her closer to him as he smiled into the kiss. They’d pulled away shortly after, taking in the others slightly swollen lips and red eyes. They smiled adoringly at each other while holding one another as close as they could, Ron’s body now pressed into the bed with one of Y/N’s legs draped over his own. His fingers played with the ends of her hair as they continued to stare, savouring every moment they could get.

“I guess luck really was on my side when it brought me back to you.” She whispered gently.

“Oh no, if it had anything to do with getting you back to me, then luck was definitely on my side.”

#this hurt me a little oops #band of brothers x reader #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs #ronald speirs x reader #ron speirs imagines #band of brothers #ron speirs #also this is unedited and it’s 1:40am so it ain’t gonna happen I apologise

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nocturnalghoul · 8 months

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Ghoul Blood Thoughts: Dew edition?

Okay this is like a special edition ghoul blood thoughts. A hypothetical of the hypothetical.

So I have said in previous ghoul blood thoughts that I feel like Dew's elemental transition would work sort of like a bone marrow transplant (BMT) and had more thoughts last week about that. ( for reference in case anyone is interested: main blood thoughts tag | overview post about element/blood type and Dew BMT thought)

Here is a bunch of rambling stuff below the cut about Dew's element change acting like a BMT and one of two potential situations that could come from that (might write the other option later if anybody is interested).

Warning that I obviously will be talking about blood (in a kinda clinical way but still), but also putting Dew through mental turmoil about flipping elements.

So a lot of the time with BMT patients there will be a time period where they will look like one type in the rbc portion and a different type in the plasma portion. Eventually though they will fully convert to the donor type and might even permanently change to that type (full engraftment of the donor), sometimes though they will start to revert back to their original type. A similar thing could happen with the procedure to flip Dew’s element.

What if Dew sat there in various inbetween stages for years. He is predominantly a fire ghoul, but the water is still there somewhere. If you looked at his blood, his rbcs would match that of a fire ghoul and his plasma that of a water ghoul. What if someday his element starts to revert.

It starts slow, barely noticeable honestly. The water never really went away anyways, but he starts to notice it a bit more. Sure his control of his fire magic has been slipping a little recently, but the tour cycles can be long and arduous, he is probably just tired.

It doesn’t really flag as anything being wrong until after the last night of the tour. As they all are heading home, completely spent he feels one of his long since sealed over gills start to open back up. He manages to keep his chill for the rest of the trip til they get back, convincing himself he was just imagining things and that maybe his body was just finally reaching a proper equilibrium between his two types.

Once everyone is settled though, he grabs Aether and the two of them end up spending an intense 48 hours in the infirmary. Tests are run and the overall consensus is that his body decided to suddenly revert elements.

This ends up throwing Dew into a whole spiral because while yes there is a sweet nostalgic aspect to getting back the element he grew up with, that's not really him anymore. He has adjusted to being a fire ghoul. It's something he knows and now loves.

After much discussion he is faced with a decision: accept the change, or redo the procedure and hope it sticks this time. The ghoulish doctors insist that it likely should stick and that what is happening is rare, but Dew still needs time to consider it.

Option 1, be a water ghoul again: He sort of misses his water nature sometimes. He knows it never truly went away but he still feels its absence. He also considers how much fun it would be for both him and Rain to be the same element. They are already so close, but that elemental compatibility might bring them closer. There's a risk to this though, what if the clergy decides that they don’t need a failed fire ghoul as their lead guitarist for the Ghost project? He might get demoted to a general abbey ghoul or even worse, sent back down to the pit. How would Rain feel knowing that he let this happen and didn’t try anything? He knows a part of him is still upset about his former packmates leaving, would any of the ghouls ever truly forgive him?

Option 2, redo the procedure: He has grown to love the fire inside of him more and more everyday. It is now just as much a part of him as his original element. To give it up would feel like giving up a part of himself, to turn his back on everything that has happened since the elemental swap. He remembers how it magically drained Ifrit so much that he had to go back down to the pit to recharge his element essentially. It would feel wrong to waste the gift given to him by the fire ghoul. The entire process was so terrifying though, does he really want to go through with it again? Who would be the elemental donor now, the only ghouls with elemental manifestations strong enough would be Swiss or Sunny. Dew knows that both ghouls have other elements to lean on, and would still happily help them even if they didn’t, but he still feels conflicted.

After several weeks of thought involving both silent contemplation and talking it over with the rest of the pack (well mostly Aether and Mountain to be honest), he finally decides to go through with the ceremony again. It seems the least disruptive and Sunny is more than happy to offer up her fire to help him out.

#ghoul blood thoughts #nocturnal lore corner #although this isn't cannon to the ghoul blood thoughts lore or my general lore really #just sort of something i was pondering #tw blood #ghost headcannons #this is unedited so if something is glaringly wonky oops sorry #I tried my hardest to not make it super science heavy this time!#ghoul blood stuff

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inmydeepestdreams · 9 months

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The friendship between the six of us was special.

When I arrived at university, the hope that I might find a friend was tiny. I’m not very social, I had no interest in clubs and no interest in a sorority. I was certain I’d spend these four years all on my own.

I could lay out how I met each other the six people, but that would take too long. What’s relevant is the link that kept us together: Summer.

Summer was this tall, gorgeous student athlete. She was on a volleyball scholarship and she was a nursing student, that’s how I met her, through our shared major. She asked to borrow my eraser, and I was pulled into her orbit.

That’s what summer does, collects people. She’s beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve seen. She’s always smiling, her teeth weren’t perfect, but it was the best, most radiant smile I’d ever seen. Her blonde curls were sometimes frizzy, but they were perfect in a natural sort of beauty.

For a while I was worried I was simply in love with her, that my perception was entirely invented by my lonely heart, until I realized the other four of our friends felt the same.

Ainsley described being drawn to her like she was the sun. Brittany said she was taken in by Summer’s wicked sense of humor. Quinn said she fell for Summer’s generosity, as the girl shared meals with her when Quinn was between paychecks. Alma said Summer’s cheerfulness pulled her out of her rut of homesickness.

We were all along for the ride.

We were all single. Sometimes as a group we went out to bars, but we were more than okay with hanging out in Summer’s studio apartment. The bed was directly behind the sofa. Four girls piled onto the couch that comfortable sat three. I sat on the shag rug and Ainsley was on the chair across from me.

We were content to stay in. Two of my friends were making fun of Greek life, glad that none of us were interested in that.

“Yeah, my friend was in a sorority,” summer said, not saying who the mysterious ‘friend’ was. Summer was like that, friends of all ages and all walks of life. “They made her do crazy shit to join.”

“Like what?” Alma prompted, her hand on Summer’s knee. Summer leaning with her back against the armrest, her legs over the three girls.

Summer giggled.

“What?”

Everyone leaned forward, excited for a new story.

“They made her and the other pledges watch lesbian porn.”

Silence, followed by uncomfortable giggling.

As far as I knew, my five friends were straight, and I was a closet case, afraid to ruin what I had with them. They never seemed homophobic, but you can never really know.

“What? Why?”

Summer shrugged, smiling.

“I asked her what happened after, but she just got all red and defensive, wouldn’t say more.”

“Oh my god, do you think they like, had an orgy?”

“Oh my god!”

“No!”

“They couldn’t have!”

“Did they?”

“No way!”

Summer giggled at our foolishness. Everyone was blushing and playing at shocked. I watched Summer from the floor, feeling some level of anticipation I wasn’t expecting.

“Its no big deal,” Summer said, the picture of cool. “I’m straight, but I watch lesbian porn sometimes.”

Quinn laughed, sounding unsure. The other girls looked around, trying to gauge reactions about how to proceed.

“What?”

“How can you be straight and watch lesbian porn?”

“What, you guys have never done that? Really? It’s the only kind of porn where the women experience pleasure.”

I felt squirmy on the floor. From across the room, Ainsley raised an unreadable eyebrow at me. I could not contribute to this conversation, afraid my queerness would shine through.

“But…there’s no men…”

Summer huffed, exasperated.

“Im telling you girls, it’s the way to go. Ugh, fine, I’ll show you.”

I’ll show you.

What.

But the tv was turned on. I stared at the floor. The girls on the couch started giggling. One shrieked as Summer opened some unfamiliar porn website. Of course Summer would watch some indie, fancy porn while the rest of us stayed at pornhub.

“Summer…” Ainsley protested quietly, she looked mildly frightened. I felt a connection to her, the two friends on the floor.

Summer either didn’t hear her or ignored her and the video started.

“I’m Jenny and I’m Brooklynn, and this is our video.”

“Oh my god.”

“Summer, stop, no way!”

No one was seriously asking her to stop it, this was a challenge to them now, watch the icky, weird porn, be like Summer, understand Summer.

I could hear Jenny and Brooklynn kissing. It was loud as the room quieted down. Summer also turned the volume up.

I couldn’t watch. I couldn’t. My. Face was hot, I hadn’t come in over a week, it was a recipe for wet panties.

Rustling from the tv. Don’t watch, don’t watch, don’t watch…

“Afraid, Kamie?” Summer’s voice was like music. She was looking down at me. While the others looked on curiously at her words, Summer was looking right through me.

I was horrified. Was this somehow all about me? A ruse to embarrass me? How could she possibly know.

I turned away from her. Once my eyes fixed on the screen, I couldn’t look anywhere else.

It was slow, I didn’t like it to be slow. Their shirts were off, they were making out, one was on top of the other, pushing their titties together.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that in real life.” Summer said, quiet, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

No one was loudly teasing anymore. No one was objecting to the porn. The girls on the screen sat up, hugging each other as they kissed.

“What?”

“Two girls kissing like that. Like, in an aesthetic way, obviously,” Summer said, because she knew a lot about art, everyone accepted the words as normal.

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Brittany agreed, sounding absent.

“Yeah, hey, Kamie? Ainsley? You’re both on the floor. Why don’t you put on a little show for us?”

“Ha ha, Summer,” Ainsley said, assuming she was joking. My mouth was too dry to protest. I couldn’t…oh god.

“Well, it’s easier if you to do it, because I wouldn’t have to get up and release us sofa girlies.”

Oh, that makes sense.

I thought. But no it doesn’t! Why would I make out with Ainsley. Why would…

Ainsley is gorgeous, all my friends were, it was goddamn annoying. Her hair was dyed black, she was wearing it one long braid she kept over her shoulder. Her eyes were deep green, she had freckles over her nose.

And she crossed the room to me.

Oh. My. God.

“Will you take off your shirts? Like the girls in the video?”

The girls in the video were doing much more than kissing. I hadn’t been shirtless in front of them before. My chest wasn’t perky and small like theirs, I was a D cup, I had stretch marks.

“Do you want to?” Ainsley asked, settling in front of me on her knees. How quickly we’ve come to this, doing Summer’s bidding. I was half a second away from a heart attack, Ainsley kissed me.

“Woo!” The girls cheered, but quickly quieted down as we pulled away and looked bashfully at the floor.

“Ill keep them quiet, keep going, lovelies.”

“Okay,” we agreed, like robots. I sat on my knees like Ainsley was, like they were. This time I kissed her, lips finding hers magnetically.

She tasted like bubblegum, the slid of her tongue was professional and smooth. Through layers of shirts and bras, our chests pressed together.

“Take ‘em off!” One of my friends from the couch ordered. I was horny by then, so horny I wasn’t to push Ainsley to the carpet and forget who was in the room with me.

I took off my shirt, Ainsley did too. I moved forward and expertly undid the clasp of her baby blue bra. It popped open, her boobs were freckly too, like her face.

She undid my bra too, so we were pressed together as they fell between us.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” someone said, Alma or Brittany. Ainsley and I started kissing again, hungrily, needy. Our nipples grazed each other, causing me to gasp against her mouth.

Someone took a picture with flash, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck as Ainsleys hand rested on my thigh, fingers close to where I needed attention.

I dug my fingers into her scalp, where her braid disconnected from her skull, ruining it. Somehow, our kissing got deeper, I wanted to crawl inside her, move in there.

“Alright,” Summer said from nearby, so close I jumped. For a moment I forgot about our audience. The women on the tv were still fucking. Loudly.

We broke away. Summer was right there beside us.

“If someone doesn’t kiss me like that, I’ll be jealous.” She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. I wanted to keep kissing Ainsley, but our obsession with Summer made the offer too good to refuse.

I made it to her lips first. She met my kisses eagerly. She tasted like sugar, she must have licked the rim of her mixed drink. We had all only managed one before…this…

Summer’s hands were on my chest, holding my boobs, weighing them. She squeezed, groping as she saw fit. My clit was throbbing, but I focused on kissing my friend.

Meanwhile, Ainsley was alternating between sucking on my neck and hers, I know because we would each momentarily get distracted, enjoying the pleasure our third friend was giving us.

Summer pulled away first, pushing Ainsley back towards me, a silent order.

The sofa had devolved into chaos. Alma was in Quinn’s lap, her tongue down her throat. Alma was almost completely naked, save for boxers in place of underwear. Brittany was woefully abandoned, looking at everyone with wide eyes.

It had started, officially. This was what Summer always wanted, I knew it in that moment. I was just along for the ride like the rest of them.

I pushed Ainsley to the carpet, slotted our legs together, grinding on her as we kissed. She was more sensitive than I was, moaning outright as our clothes pussies rubbed together. I needed a little more than that, but I enjoyed her pleasure.

I sat up, attempting to control the situation a bit more. I writhed against her. Her mouth fell open, eyes squeezed shut as she moaned. It was so gorgeous, that when the flash of Summer’s camera covered us, I hardly cared. I wanted us to be remembered this way. Ainsley horny, mid-moan under me, and me, making her feel that way.

“Come on, Brittany, do more than soak your panties.” Summer pushed Brittany’s shoulder. I looked at her hungrily as I rocked my hips, dragging another high pitched moan out of Ainsley. “Go see the experienced lesbo.”

If this were any other situation, I’d be mortified that Summer apparently knew my secret, but I was drunk on this, and Brittany was as pretty as the rest of my friends.

I moved slightly, stopping the pressure on Ainsley.

“No, wait, please don’t go,” she practically sobbed. Which. Jesus Christ.

I kissed Brittany, but was instantly annoyed. Summer was just watching. Quinn and Alma were making out on the couch still, lazily, slowly, like the porn she liked. If summer wantsd this, I wanted her involved.

I directed Brittany towards Ainsley.

“She’s so worked up, making her come will be a breeze,” I whispered in Brittany’s ear. Ainsley still looked wide eyed and desperate. I wanted her, but I had a new target.

“Hello.”

I pushed Summer against the back of the couch, near the kissing girls, and hovered over her.

“How long have you planned this? Hmm?”

I trailed my index finger down her face, resting under her chin to lift her head slightly, forcing her eyes on mine.

“How many photos have you taken for your personal collection.”

“I, uh…” she fumbled with her phone, it slipped right out of her hands and down the cracks of the couch.

“And if I touch you, what am I gonna find? See, Summer, you talk a big game, but you’re just as horny and queer as the rest of us. Aren’t you?”

Her eyelids lowered, she was looking strictly at my lips. Long lashes, plump pink lip glossed lips.

“I knew you’d like this,” she breathed, then surprised me by lurching forward.

Things moved beyond kissing quite fast.

They started with Ainsley and Brittany on the floor. Ainsley’s pants were off and Brittany was openly fingering her, in front of everyone, under the bright lights. Ainsley was not quiet about it either.

Ainsley’s performance got quinn and Alma to slither onto the floor. They were all touching her, but I couldn’t focus long enough on that. No, it was Summer for me. Only Summer.

I pushed her length wise down on the couch, her long legs took up most of it. She whimpered as I opened the button of her shorts and slipped my hand inside to find wet panties.

I nipped at her skin, she was blushing pretty pink.

Whenever I glanced to the side, my friends were a writhing mess of tangled limbs, half-removed clothes. They were moving as soon, the pairs had joined, but I wanted to make Summer come before I inserted myself into the pile.

“I could tell you were gay,” she said as I rubbed her clit, she was breathing heavy, actively biting back moans I needed to hear. “You tried to pretend but it was obvious.”

I fucked her on my fingers, momentarily pulling away to remove her shorts and soaking panties completely. Not before showing them off to Summer.

“Yeah? What’s this? You could tell I was gay?” I asked as I pressed a kiss to her torso. She shivered. Someone on the ground was coming, Ainsley probably.

“Yes.”

I kissed her hipbone. Her hips lifted slightly, but she controlled herself.

I was gonna say something like takes one to know one, but that was cheesy.

“I think planning a sex party for you girl group is more gay than I have ever been.”

She growled, frustrated. Through gritted teeth she said “shut up and make me come.”

Whatever. She wanted to come? Maybe I’ll make an effort to ruin any sex she has in the future. She can fuck anyone she wants, but she’ll always compare it to-

“Fuck!” Summer yelped, practically, as I licked at her clit.

My brain could separate her shuddering breaths from those on the floor. I wasn’t paying attention to them, anyway. It didn’t matter what they were doing, I was focused on her and her pretty pussy.

I sucked on her clit, fucking her with two fingers. It really was that simple, and she was gone. She wasn’t lasting, I could tell by the way she clenched around me, tight and wet and desperate.

“Fuck-“ it was a choked-off cry, and she was coming. Her hips lifted off the couch, I followed her, continuing to eat her through it.

When I pulled away, I eyed her. Panting, spent. She looked pretty even there, with mascara smudged, hair sweaty on her forehead.

I looked to the floor, only to find the girls all sitting there in various states of undress, watching with open adoration. Ainsley looked blissfully fucked out, she was holding her phone. It was pointed only at summer, recording her reactions to the sex. Good, the memory would be helpful for us all, going forward.

“Um, Kamie?” Brittany asked, her chest was out, her lips were swollen, and I was so horny I felt less than human. “Do you think you could make me come like that?”

They all looked at me, wide eyed and curious.

Yes. But not before I got my own pleasure. Ainsley put down the phone, but only for a moment. When the evening was over and everyone went their separate ways, the group chat was flooded with pictures and videos from the night, everyone remarking on what was captured, what fun they had.

#the friend group #unedited #work? nah not safe #it didn’t come out the way I wanted oops #whatever #maybe a new series idk

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