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surferblues · 2 years

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cherry red blow ! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

dilfelvis! austin butler x fem! reader

notes if you have a problem with 5-10 year age gaps , do not read 😵‍💫 because when i say i like dilfs... i mean DILFS

warnings smut (18+ only, minors dni), unprotected sex, intoxication, dom! elvis, praise, p in v, unestablished relationship, implied age gap, spelling errors, and obviously sexual themes.

Elvis knew who you were. Hell, all he could think about was you. He wasn't the one to get caught up with one girl, he was the type of guy who would sleep with any woman who offered .

And he was Elvis Presley, he could sleep with any woman if he could - all, but you.

He knew best to not fall under the impression you wanted him, that you were doing all that dressing up for him. You were a nanny hired by Priscilla, you made it clear the first day you were hired that you had no ill intentions of ruining the Presley name.

The way you walked around his home with those satin little dresses that covered only so much. The way you covered your lips in that damn cherry red lipstick. He couldn't help to think you knew what you were doing.

You u loved your job. truly, there was good pay, you got on so well with the presley family, the house was big and luxurious. people would kill to be in the position you were in.

You did what you usually did in preparation of coming in for your job. You made sure every hair was in place, you made sure that your clothes came from the finest sellers, and your lips always were layered in that cherry red lipstick.

You had been hired by Priscilla, her hopes of hiring a nanny to watch Lisa from time to time so Elvis and herself could rekindle the faded spark in their relationship.

You had some knowledge of their difficulties of their relationships, as you got front row view to the arguments they shared every night Elvis came home drunk with a groupie under his arm.

The pills, Elvis never being home, and the women were just helping points on why Priscilla found it so difficult to be in a relationship with Elvis. So it was safe to say you weren't surprised when Priscilla packed up her things and left Elvis, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

A part of you was relieved when you found out Elvis was a single man, another part of you was worried about it. Elvis always made it clear he went for younger girls, and with the ten year age gap between the two of you - you knew he had to think of you in such a dirty way.

it started off as a little crush, but you never pursued in actually doing anything with the older man in fear of risking your job. he was smart, and you assumed he wouldn’t ever go for the nanny of his daughter .

that was until you’d catch him eyeing your cherry glazed lips, the subtle touches near your hips when he would pass by you, and clever flirty comments began to slip out of his mouth.

something in your dynamic just... shifted.

it was one night when he arrived home from a long night of partying, and Lisa Marie was sound asleep in bed — he’d find you with a halfway full bottle of wine in your grasp.

your cheeks flushed, your words sloppily said.

"you've been out all night mr. presley."You giggled with a rasp, your eyes look over towards the door where the man stood, the slam of the front door indicating he just got to Graceland.

you took in his appearance as he came into eye view. the dark messy hair that was messy just in the perfect way, the way his tan chest peeked from the behind the white button up that was unbuttoned slightly, bloodshot eyes indicating that he may have partied a bit too hard.

just as you took him in, he took in the sight of you. your red lipstick smeared from your lips ever so slightly, your hair tousled, and the straps of your little dress falling off your shoulders as your back rested the marble table that stood in the middle of the fancy kitchen.

he began walking towards the small island where you stood, your eyes following every move he made.

"wasn't today your day off, darlin'?" he questioned curiously with that thick country twang, letting out a breathless shot of laughter before looking towards the direction where you were. "priscilla asked to me watch Lisa, she had some plans." you admitted.

he walked towards the the wooden cabinet where he kept his liquor, grabbing a empty small glass and a much larger glass full of burning liquor.

some part of you was telling you two remove yourself from the room, get as far away from Elvis as you could - but another part of you was screaming at you to stay, screaming at you to pursue your dangerous urges.

"If you prefer me to go, I can, Mr. Presley." You offered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you watched Elvis's face for any sign of discomfort.

he stood on the other side of the kitchen island, his body standing right across from you.

you saw the way his jaw clenched at the way you said his name, but that happened everytime the simple saying slipped out of your mouth, "oh, mr. presley."

"no, no, the more the merrier." Elvis's slurred out, pouring a shot of whiskey in his glass, hesitation laced in his voice but he quickly covered it with a shaky scoff.

"you know, it's good to call me just elvis." he met your eyes, cooing out his words. the playful expression that was on his face moments ago replaced with a more hesitant one.

"good for you or good for me?" you murmured out, your lips quirking up so riskily and daringly.

you were writing out a check you couldn't cash.

"it would save us from a whole 'lotta trouble." he raised his brows and tilted his head with a careless shrug, bringing the glass of liquor to his lips. his Adam's apple bobbing as the stinging liquid entered his body.

"trouble? i thought you liked trouble, mr. presley." you cocked your head, your words rolling off of your tounge so surely. you began readjusting your hips, the end of your satin dress riding up with every move you made.

he couldn't read the expression sprawled on your face, but you sure as hell could read his. his knitted brows, his eyes looking at you so intensely... reading you for any source of confirmation that the sinful thoughts in his head weren't only racing through his.

"i like a lot of things, sweetheart." elvis chuckled, setting down the glass of dark liqueur. his eyes taking a quick peek on the dress that was now bunched on your hips - a momentarily peek, a peek that was so quick that he was sure you wouldn't have saw.

"yeah?" you purred, deciding to be the one to make the first move out of the unspoken need you two shared. you decided to grab the glass he sat down moments ago and bring it your lips, the liquor was strong but you wouldn't show him that.

"uh, y... yeah." elvis choked out, clearing his throat as he felt sudden pressure on his cock. "good things cause a lot of trouble." he purred sinfully, he knew what your intentions were, he knew he wasn't reading this situation wrong... the next move was up to him.

he quickly recovered, shaking off the flustered state you put him in and returning to his cocky self. "good girl's, cause a lot of trouble." he teased in a readily manner, he lustfully over where you stood, watching you with nothing but pure amusement.

"oh, mr. Presley, kill me if im wrong. but i would assume your saying im a good girl?" you cooed, you quirked one of your brows, questioning the man infront of you. you sat your body on the counter, legs dangling as you looked at him curiously.

"isn't that you call a pretty little thing such as yourself, a good girl?" he rasped it so readily, his feet moved him few inches, just so he could stand in between your legs and look at your face.

your chest rose up and down in a needy way, your eyes watching the way his slowly wandered towards your bare hips. "i can be whatever your want, mr. presley." you handed him back his glass of liquor, a barely visible coat of cherry red lip stick on the rim of the glass.

"you’re gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?" he purred as he nodded, grabbing the glass from you, but never did he dare to look away from you. keeping his eyes on you as you felt his finger tips tap your soft thighs. those three taps, gesturing for you to open your legs so he could stand in between them.

and you listened, never did you hesitate. he looked down at your parted legs, oh god, how many times has he thought about this exact moment. he didn't know where to start, he just knew by before the night was over he would have kissed every inch of your body.

"how do you want me, baby?" one of his rough hands gently squeezed your hips, while the other finally began reaching the soaking lace panties that covered your pussy.

you felt his duo of fingers applying light pressure to your clit, causing a shaky whimper to leave your mouth.

"i... i just, " you trailed off, you looked down to see his hardened cock poking through his leather pants - you took a peek, a peek so quick you thought he wouldn't even notice.

"just need you inside me, mr. presley." you whimpered, rolling your hips up towards where he needed attention from you most - causing breathy moans to slip from his and your lips as you felt his needy dick rub you through your lace panties.

"that'ta girl." Elvis teased, he began slipping the wet pink lace off, a cocky smirk on his lips as he pickpocketing them. your hands traveled towards the zipper of his black leather pants, the sound of the zipper unzipping could be heard alongside your's and Elvis's needy breaths.

"so eager, baby?" he chuckled, the sound of the leather dropping to the floor - and just as quick as his pants were off, so were his boxers. there was nothing holding him back from fucking you.

precum on the tip of his hard dick, his body telling him he needed this more than anything.

" y'look so pretty like this, mama." he breathily cooed against your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over your collar bones as you and him were chest to chest. you felt his hand gently hover over your lower abdomen, pressing ever so gentle - leaving you slightly confused.

his dick began grazing over the slit of your pussy, his precum mixing with the wetness of your pussy his words he squeezed out of you. your hands gripped his shoulders, getting yourself ready and steady.

he then lined his dick with your hole, he looked at you for confirmation. you nodded readily and quickly, moving your hips that he had been gripping up a few inches. "please." you whimpered, his tip in your hole, you just needed him to completely to enter you.

and as soon as you whimpered, you felt his dick slowly filling you up. his dick was bigger than any other dick that had entered your body before. you felt your walls tighten around him, your nails burying into his shoulders as his hands squeezed your hips.

"pussy was made for me." he didn't move, letting your needy hole get used to the feeling as you both let out incoherent whimpers. his eyes squeezed shut, head buried in your shoulder, and hot and heavy breaths following.

his dick hadn't left your hole all the way when he then snapped his hips into yours, taking you by surprise as you felt his hand lift your thigh around his waist - hoping to get access to the spot that would drive insane even if he slightly grazed over it.

he set a harsh but slow pace, each thrust was better than the other. you felt yourself subconsciously rocking against his, breathy whimpers and moans slipping from his mouth was only encouraging you to continue.

He was making you feel so good, like you expected him to. His dick seemed to be made for you, all of its veins and curves hitting the right spots inside you.

you felt his hand pressed against your lower abdomen again, but this you felt something else other than his hand.

he wanted you to feel him, inside and out. so you saw the bulge of his dick with each time he slammed into you, you could basically feel that familiar Spring coil form.

"s... so damn.. " he cut him self off with a harsh thrust in your pussy, causing you to let out a high pitched moan. " tight, just for ... me."

and just if you thought that was too much, you felt his fingers press against your swollen button. pressing and tracing circles around your wet clit as his dick dipped in and out.

This pleasure filled encounter couldn’t last forever, even if you wished it could. Soon enough your walls began to clench around him, making his thrust slow down to enjoy the way you squeezed. He was choking out moans into your ear, his voice raspy and shaky.

"elvis... m'close." you whimpered shakily, his hands guiding your hips as you felt his dick pulse, the familiar feeling of your pussy getting sensitive with each time his fingers and dick did their most.

and he made sure to touch that g spot, pushing his dick into so deep that you were sure to cum any moment. "fuck!" you breathlessly moaned, everything around you went hot when his dick hit that spongy spot.

"that'ta girl." he pressing down lightly on your lower stomach so you really felt him whilst shushing you.

it was like all of the juices you had been collecting had finally released just by his dick grazing that sweet spot, your vision went white, and your body jerked into his - his arm wrapped against your body, hugging against you as he rode out his high.

you could hear the sound of yours and Elvis's cum mixing, the shaky pants you two shared, something you would never forget.

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thegaysinmyhead · 5 months

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DC X DP IDEA(?)

Guys why is literally no one jumping on a VERY OBVIOUS trope for ghosts??

FUSION?? LIKE STEVEN UNIVERSE STYLE??

Just–hear me out hear me out!

Ghost forms are just extensions of their core, so it makes sense they can be changed right?? Gems physical bodies are just extensions and projections of their gem!!

SO, if going by a lot of phanon core logic, it would make sense if ghosts can have conversations to like fuse or something. Probably to use in battle mostly (ghosts are obviously territorial) but can also be used for love or to protect a weaker/damaged core! JUST IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES!!

Danny being able to fuse literally Steven universe style w his friends because he's a halfa, Danny being able to fuse with Jason because he has a connection because of the pits (Halfa or Revenant Jason Todd), Danny fusing with LITERAL BATMAN as he's the ghost king!!

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING THAT WOULD BE???

Jason in the middle of getting sacrificed: :|

Danny, the one being summoned and seeing a poor baby ghost/potential boyfriend material and snatching him to protect him: :)

Bruce:

Tim:

Dick:

Barbara:

Steph:

Cass:

Jason: ¯\(°_o)/¯

Danny: Mine now :)

*he says as their body erupts into flames and they become the most bad ass looking ghost that kicks the cultists asses; Before they started lounging around and reading Jane Austen* (floating laying down is apparently more comfortable than just laying down on something solid, so its nice to float and read)

ORRRR

Justice League facing off an impossibly strong enemy that they have no choice but to look into outside sources to help defeat him (Trigon, Darkseid, something else that probably show up like 4 times a week lmao). Eventually, JLD get wind of a new ghost king who's supposedly kind and benevolent, which is races better than his old counterpart.

With the entire League's permission, begrudgingly Batman's, they summon the Ghost King as a last option and are ready to sacrifice anything for his help (within reason). Imagine their surprise when Danny Fenton, aged somewhere between 16 to 21, pops up in the portal looking frazzled and like he was woken up from a nap. Not even in his ghost form, just blinking owlishly at the League members while gaping like a fish.

"Holy shit—the Justice League?! I'm being summoned by the Justice League?! Ohmygod Tucker is gonna freak"

Constantine butts in looking nervous as hell and sweating buckets, "Your Majesty—"

"Just Danny's fine, I can't believe I'm being summoned by THE Justice League!"

"...Danny. We could really use some of your help, mate. See, we got ourselves an issue we can't really fix ourselves–"

"I'll do it. I'm not even joking, you guys don't even have to ask me twice,"

Everyone in the League (besides Batman) was watching with bated breath at the exchange. The confusion as a random teenager showed up was quickly washed away with how formally he was addressed, but it spiked back up when 'Danny' seemed to...hero worship them?

"—But!"

Ah, there it was. Can never do trades in the occult for free.

"I would really do it for free if I could man, honest! Just...I need to make a teensy weensy deal to be let out of the circle? You guys don't even have to let me do it on my own if you're worried I'll go rogue! You can tie me into a deal about one of you 'using my power' in exchange for like, a cup of coffee or something,"

Now everyone (except Batman, though he seemed to have a clenched jaw) was opening gaping as the omnipotent described being. Being offered something to great...in exchange for a mug of bean water? There had to be a catch, some sort of trickery, but Diana and many others could sense no ill intent on the young king. Constantine had even let up on the nerves as the being continued to speak, relief seeming to crash through his entire body when he realized none of them would have to give up their soul or something. Batman was the first to speak up.

"And if you were...to offer your power to one of us, what would that entail for the mortal or semi-mortal user?"

The king hummed and tapped his chin in thought, "Well, they'd probably be fine. Most of my power would be filtered through myself, so whoever is wielding it wouldn't go mad or suddenly overwhelmed with it. It'd be like turning on the tap while the well is underground, or something close,"

Batman nodded before Danny continued to speak.

"—But, obviously, I reserve the right to take away my power at any point if I see it needed. I would not be mind controlled, nor would I be drained, I would be an observer in the back of whoever decides to be at the other end of the contract until it's fulfilled,"

Constantine stepped forward once again, cigarette all but ash between his lips now, "Contract, right, mate. So uh, one of our sorry blokes gets access to your unfathomable power for the time it takes to beat whatever the hell it is out there. And in exchange, you get a cuppa? Maybe some biscuits and other treats with it to sweeten the deal?"

Danny smiled brightly at the ruffled looking blond and nodded, "Sounds good to me!"

All at once, the room dropped in temperature as the summoning circle around Danny became encased in ice. The ice shimmered an otherworldly dark blue, almost black, and stretched until it reached the feet of the young king. A spark lighted ontop of Danny's head before exploding into a flame, a crown taking shape through the smoke of the fire to sit upon the teenagers head. There was a flash of blue as a ring materialized on the teen's finger, as well as a cape seeming to sew itself from nothing to sit upon his shoulders. Danny looked sheepish as much as he looked serious, his eyes now emanating a neon green with hints of red in his pupil.

"This is kind of the awkward part, whoever what's to use my power will have to form the contract. I don't really feel comfortable with a super or meta using it, with how powerful I am it might cause more damage than repair it, so preferably a human or mostly human host?"

Danny looked so incredibly shy all of a sudden as he rubbed the back of his neck in an incredibly human gesture. The word's were out of Batman's mouth before he even realized he was speaking then.

"I'll do it," The Bat walked forward to stand beside Cobstantine. Constantine pinched his eyebrows together before letting out a nervous chuckle. Danny just seemed to light up.

"Ohmygosh I'm going to be core merging with Batman," the young king seemed to be doing another small fan-boy freakout before coughing and collecting himself.

"Right, right. Contract to do now, tell my Fraid about this later," Danny lifted up a flaming hand towards the edge of the summoning circle, motioning gently to the Bat.

"Heads up, this is going to feel really weird. Just keep holding onto me after the contract sets, and then make sure to get everyone away as fast as possible. You will grow, it's not gonna be very nice if other people are around because you'll squish them,"

The other League members around nodded mutely, eyes staring at Batman as they prayed and wished for his safety. Batman just gruffed and slowly placed his own hand into the awaiting palm. It didn't burn as he thought it would. In fact, it felt quite cold. Like the feeling of putting your bare hand into a pike of snow just to know how it felt. Batman forced himself not to shiver as he felt the contract form through the handshake. The young king sent him a reassuring smile before he seemingly vanished.

No, not vanished. There was a bright light in Bruce's gloves hand that shook with power. The light—sphere, orb?—sunk into his palm, and this time Bruce did shiver. It felt like the biting winds of a blizzard as it crept up his arm to settle in between his ribs. There was a ringing in his ears blocking out the noise around him, but he could faintly make out images of the League rushing away from him and giving a very large berth.

There was a building in his chest, and he felt it pulse like a second heartbeat. Bruce pulled his hands to his sternum and clawed uselessly as the hevlar, the freezing cold threatening to consume him whole inside and out. His chest pulsed, and he fell to the ground in a heap. Bruce heard some of the members try to rush to him, but the JLD held them baback. There was a cracking like ice pulling away from itself, like glaciers splitting, and all of a sudden Bruce felt power rush through his veins.

It should have been overwhelming, it should have terrified him into immeditely creating contingencies, it should have drove him mad with power, but it didn't. Bruce didn't realize his form had grew until he opened his eyes (when did he close them) and blinked down at the members of the League. They were so...small compared to him now. Bruce felt more than he saw the flames dance from his collarbone, and they flickered up high around his thankfully still cowled face. Though, it seemed his face was the cowl right now.

Bruce turned to the being they were fighting (and losing to) moments ago, and smirked. He felt the spike of fear, and he suddenly knew that this thing didn't stand a chance.

GUYS I KNOW BRUCE WOULD NEVER AGREE TO POWERS LMAO LET ME DREAM THO I THINK HE WOULD LOOK COOL ASF AS A GHOST!!

#dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom #ghost king au #ghost king danny #jason todd #red hood #batfam #batman #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #ghost core

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aliaology · 6 months

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NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: yn makes it to michigan with her friend sabrina, shockingly, reconnecting with old friends and also bumping into bad memories.

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you felt weird, the stares of others pouring heavily onto your body. you didn’t like it, the feeling, whatsoever. the crowd parted as you walked into the house. the memories from this house flooded through your mind, from running to your room away from jack, to even skinny dipping with him in the lake.

you watched cole leap up and made his way to you, leaving a very uncomfortable jack and trevor behind. "bells! you made it" he grinned.

the shorter boy threw his arms around you in happiness. "hey coley, i told you i'd be here" you smiled, hugging him back.

"i know but it's just, unreal! i haven't seen you in forever!" he smiled.

you frowned. "im sorry cole, ive been really busy in toronto and it doesn't help that i feel so out of place in michigan now.." you trailed off.

"dont sweat it, bells. im just glad you're here" he smiled at you. "how long are you staying here for?" he asked.

"well— sab leaves tomorrow, im staying to get my dorm situated back at umich" you told. cole nodded.

"get lunch with me tomorrow then? i want to catch up" you just nodded before hearing your name get called. looking behind you, you see some of jack's teammates.

jack's teammates, john marino and nico hischier always liked you. hell, you still talked to them to ask how games went and just how they were.

"ill talk to you later coley" you grinned.

cole nodded and went back to trevor and jack. trevor held a sour look on his face while jack looked pissed. you grabbed sab’s arm and brought her with you to john and nico.

"hi johnny, hi nico" you smiled at them, giving them each hugs once you got to them. "its been awhile." you added.

"seriously, a long time. have you been in toronto the entire time?" john asked.

you nodded. "yeah, i moved in with my brother. im with him for just two more weeks until i move into my new apartment." you smiled.

"really? where you moving to?" nico asked.

"new york, actually." you grinned. "maybe ill drive over to nj and pop in."

nico grinned, "i'd be careful with that one, y/n. i cant lie, jacks been in a little bit of a twist since your song came out." he spoke.

john nodded. "more standoff-ish, but he had it coming.”

you heard sab snort from behind you, causing you to grin along. "sorry its just— one of my songs ends with ‘he had it coming’ and it reminded me of that.” sabrina spoke.

"its okay— how have you both been?” nico asked. you looked at sabrina with a hesitation glint in your eyes. she just sent you a nod.

“ive been— okay? uhm, just a lot going on currently. very stressed i dont know— i just cant wait to get back to umich.” you explained.

“and i have to go back to LA tomorrow so i have to soak my time up with my girl.” sabrina grinned, tossing an arm around your neck.

"uh oh— warning, trevor is on his way over.” john said, bringing his cup to his mouth to quiet his words before taking a sip of whatever alcoholic drink he had.

you tensed up slightly, not turning your head, you kept close to sabrina.

"what up guys, how you enjoying the party? cole's wondering." trevor faked a smile.

"oh, very fun if i do say so myself." sabrina sarcastically spoke.

you nudged her slightly, elbowing her in the side. she sent you a glare, basically stating ‘cut the shit.’

trevor sarcastically smiled. "well isn't that just peachy? anyone here finding someone to go home with tonight? i know it shouldn't be too hard for some of you."

you grab nico's drink, sipping it yourself. "maybe— i heard that dixie girl is single, might ask her to go home with me.” you shrugged.

the four guys went completely silent. you coughed, "anyone up for another drink? i think i need to get drunk tonight." and you walked away.

“oh my god” sabrina laughed, immediately going after you.

“fucking bitch”

trevor scoffed, walking away in anger. john and nico looked at each other, wide eyes. "holy shit."

lol hey... this sucked but hey! tags: @honethatty12 , @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @lovinbarzal , @outrunangelss , @absolutelyhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @shadowsndaisies @lxnceclercs

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jahnavisurenda-21 · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||When You Are Under the Weather||Sickness Comfort

It's a pure torture to be unable to do your usual chores or take care of yourself the tiredness is overwhelming. So, take it Easy. Though, I know the illness would recover if Alastor was there in your room.

You didn't ever feel the need to be worried about your body needing extra sleep, because the tiredness was overwhelming, or your body failed to perform the chores it usually did.

The Early October season, your father would run to the supermarket, to pick out medicine, and get fresh herbs to feed you green tea every evening, or if it got too bad you would drink them two times a day.

It was like he expected you to catch the virus. Well, that much hasn't changed, how nostalgic. But you really wished after in hell, your body would develop the immunity after being in a place that is clearly not for comfort.

You had gotten really lucky on that note also, really grateful for that. Alastor, ever the charmer.

He took really good care of you, it would sometimes strike worry that he is a sinner demon those red eyes, his sclera, irises are a proof of how many souls work under him.

But you had never found such a safe place than in his arms, although he isn't always for physical assurance.

"No, I'm not going anywhere today My dear, my schedule is all cleared up, maybe later in the evening to treat the sinners to a broadcast, but other than that I'm all yours." Alastor, changed the cloth on your forehead, "It's such a lovely thing the age-old napkin dipped in cold water to ease the heat!" He commented,

"Alastor?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"I'm a little hungry..."

"Say no more My dear, although you did worry me when you refused to eat my well-cooked dish this morning."

You heaved a sigh of relief, he was astonishingly patient, it made your heart feel like a swarm of butterflies danced there, it also made your stomach sink a little when you felt like you were bothering him too much."

"My dear, sit up now." He instructed,

You pushed yourself, still feeling your head pound bullets, you received the cream soup with a grateful smile which made Alastor push your hair behind your ear,

"I'm really sorry for bother--"

"Nonsense my dear, it doesn't feel too good seeing you in such a weak state." He honestly replied.

The day passed, by watching some movies despite, Alastor's Proclaims of not wanting to indulge, "In Noisy picture box activities." He did, for you, I told you he was a total sweetheart.

He prepared a bath for you, and changed the sheets so you could sleep better.

The entire gesture made your eyes well up in tears, only for Alastor to shush, and as the last step brought you a little closer to him, yes, you were ridiculously short.

"No one had ever taken care of me, like this... except at.. m-my home... It's so... I miss this, so much" You sobbed,

"Come now my dear, I'll take care of you as long as you need. I'll cancel my broadcast if that's what you need."

"But I want another audio."

"Shall it be a little different?" Alastor asked, brushing your hair, to distract you for a while.

"Different?"

"Since, you like my voice which is very flattering I think you can add this to your again very flattering collection."

The movie finished at 1am, before you fell asleep, and a few minutes later Alastor just lightly opened the door to check on you, filled your water bottle before closing the door.

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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 15 days

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Can you write how Geo would deal with a mc that is always sick? (Totally not cause I'm sick too)

My Remedy for your Malady. (All x Sick! MC/Reader)

Anon. First and foremost, I made you wait 5 1/2 days. I am truly, wholly sorry for this *humbly bows*. (▰︶︹︺▰)

Secondly, I decided that I'm gonna do this for all 7 of our characters, because Jess, Brit and Deryl deserve more attention. I hope you may forgive me for my lateness, and enjoy this fic nonetheless (btw get well soon if you're not already <33).

Also I know that Jess especially is shorter (literally teehee) than the others, but I'm gonna get the hang of her eventually. Same with Deryl. >:]

ALSO, you're in an established relationship with them, so that's why they have (very legal) access to your residence!

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Remedy: a medicine or treatment for a disease or injury.

Malady: a disease or ailment.

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Geo was concerned when he found out you were ill.

When you didn't show up to school for the last few days, he texted you to find out why; to which you bluntly told him you felt like utter shit.

He doesn't pick up on the fact you're sick until you straight-up tell him.

Depending on what type of sick you are, he'll get the appropriate medicines/remedies and speed his way towards your home, hell, he might even skip archery, and he *never* skips archery.

Would rock up with food he knows shouldn't cause any problems or nausea for you and will probably make soup.

And you better fucking eat it.

He will feed it to you (reluctantly, but if you seriously can't do it yourself, then he'll manage).

Will ask you how the hell you fell ill anyway, and depending on your answer, he'll be either: Pissed (if you caught it from someone else), Or exasperated (if you stopped taking care of yourself or didn't equip yourself well enough to deal with the weather).

Will take care of you either way.

Will read to you in Japanese to help you sleep.

Will try to not lie near you if possible, unless absolutely needed. He does not plan on catching shit.

Will remain at your residence until you recover; unless he has classes that are either critically important and/or ones you're also in.

Will lend you his notes.

Will also take them back after a few days.

Will also just probably talk to you while you're bedridden, unless you cannot, in which case he'll simply watch you sleep, occasionally stroking your head and hair to try and comfort you.

He's trying his best, okay?

Sol will freak when he finds out you're sick.

Doesn't care what he's got on next, he's gonna go take care of you.

Will probably feel bad for not telling Hyugo anything about suddenly vanishing

, but he'll understand right?

Will spawn outside your home with: - Medicine, - Your favourite comfort food (if you can eat it without the fear of vomiting), - Probably will bring poetry and art with him, so you both have something to do (that's not him) when you're bedridden.

Will try and hold you if possible, doesn't mind if he gets your blessed germs on him.

You'll have to tell him that you'd worry for him if he fell ill, so he'll respect that.

But he will feed you. You don't have a say in that.

You're being babied now.

He's gonna make sure everything you want (and can have when sick), you'll have.

Is honestly okay with not going to any class, he'll just ask Hyugo for notes if he hasn't been MIAing.

Covers you in blankets if you've got a cold.

If you have a fever? Ice cream. >:]

Essentially tries to uplift your mood as much as humanely possible.

This guy will do anything for you. <33

Crowe will ensure that when he arrives at your home, you'll have everything you'll need.

Will cook your favourite food.

Will make you eat soup and light foods that are easy on the stomach.

Won't touch you, he doesn't want to fall ill, but will read to you.

He's got a soothing voice I just know it.

And he's 110% going to put you in a coma from how tired you feel when his voice hits just right.

Or maybe you're just fatigued because of your body waging a war against god-knows what kind of virus.

Will make you all forms of beverages to suit your illness, will also go out of his way to purchase any, after all, he's got the funding.

Will still go to classes, and takes extensive notes for you.

Will also tutor you the content if you're up for it.

Will stroke your hair if it's not sweaty, as a form of comfort.

Will make you feel as loved as possible.

Because that's what you deserve.

Brittney will be appalled.

How did you get sick? More importantly...who got you sick?

She's gonna yell at them.

Or fight them.

Maybe both.

Will buy a bunch of goodies for the both of you.

She can't cook for shit, so she'll just get takeout as food and order a fuckton of cough drops and Panadol.

You're both gonna be painting each others' nails.

And spilling gossip. Oh my god, she always had gossip.

Will give you notes to subjects that are majors, or ones you share.

Other than that can't offer much.

Will sit away from you to not get sick, but she'll 110% be supporting you emotionally.

Will probably give you a massage when you get better.

Idk she gives the vibe that she would.

Is the most aggressively supportive girlfriend ever.

She only wants you to recover ASAP, and to feel as content as someone who's sick can be. <333

Jess will be focused solely on you recovering as swiftly as humanely possible.

Is upset when she finds out you're fallen ill.

She'll drive to her home, grab the best shit she has and drives to your home.

Stays with you for days on end.

You've become her priority now, after all.

Jess is a very devoted (and lonely) girl, what can I say.

Will try and comfort you via reading to you, or listening to you talk about literally anything.

She just loves your company and you. Poor girl's been neglected her whole life.

She'll try her hardest to take care of you, and she does a very good job. (Ask Brittney teehee)

You're more than glad to have her.

And she to have you.

Hyugo will be astounded.

You? Got sick?

Why?

Did someone make you sick???? (if so teehee someone's getting food poisoning~)

He's at your home, with everything.

Literally everything.

Blankets, movies, games, medicine, puns, your favourite food and whatever else he deems necessary.

Will hug you if you're not aggressively sneezing/coughing.

Will watch movies with you on the couch with you lying on his plush fucking thighs.

Says the most stupid shit in Japanese (such as teaching you how to hide a body) and making it sound like flirting.

Tells you jokes and puns to make you feel better, until you laugh too hard that is and almost die.

Will make food for you.

Will ramble on about random shit to you, or listen to you talk (if you can).

Literally just seeing you content is more than enough for him.

Deryl will be SHOOKETH.

He will sprint to your fucking house. He doesn't care.

You're his only priority now.

Will magically appear at your home, and immediately hugs you.

You can be fucking dying, he doesn't care.

You're getting squashed.

Will be asking if you're okay 24/7

Until he realises he forgot to bring food.

Then he runs to get it, along with tablets, Panadol, all that jazz.

Like RUNS.

HE WILL RUN.

HE IS A FAST MOTHERFUCKER.

FAST!!!!!

Then he gets tired, so by the time he gets to the store, gets the food (and the 'goods'), he's gonna just call a fucking cab and crash at your place. (he forgot takeout existed lol)

He doesn't mind, and frankly, neither do you. The food and snacks was awesome (well, what you could eat anyway).

Will try his absolute best to take care of you, but often gets carried away with his energy. Often talks and rambles to you while you happily lay in bed next to him and listen.

Will call Geo or Jess for how to make a warm soup to feed you.

Then it becomes 'we've got Masterchefs at home'.

Shit goes crazy when Deryl's around tbh.

And you're more than happy to enjoy the ride (in more ways than one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)).

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ithebookhoarder · 8 months

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Stubborn (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Description: Joel had never met anyone as stubborn as him, until he met you. AKA - you get sick and it's up to Joel to get you to rest for a damn minute.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of illness, Joel fluff XD

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“I swear to God, you are trying to kill yourself, woman.”

You blinked.

You didn’t even try to respond to Joel, knowing that even trying would cause your sore throat to hurt even more than it already did - and that was saying something.

As if he could read your mind, Joel growled under his breath, pushing away the toolbox you had been reaching for.

That morning you had decided, despite the fact that you felt like death warmed up, that you were going to carry on as normal and finish the list of chores you had racked up over the last few weeks. With winter creeping closer by the day, you were keen to fix the window upstairs in the bathroom and stop the draught the rickety frame had been letting in.

So what you had a cold? It was always the way when the weather turned and you’d managed to push through worse before. However, Joel was clearly of a different mindset.

“I thought I told you to keep your ass in bed today until I got back from patrol?”

“But, Joel - I’m fine -“ you croaked, the pain visible in the way you winced at every syllable. You couldn’t say another word before your throat decided to close entirely, an alarmingly vicious coughing fit silencing you.

It seemed your aching body was out to betray you. No sooner had the coughs subsided than Joel had his hand pressed to your forehead, a frown pulling on his brow. He didn’t need to tell you you had a fever - you could tell you were burning up yourself. You had just simply been too stubborn to take notice before now.

“Yeah, you’re fine, my ass,” he grumbled. His concern was all too clear and you suddenly felt even worse as guilt began to creep up on you. He had enough on his plate recently, what with arriving back in Jackson after the disaster you’d faced with Ellie and the failed Fireflies ‘cure’.

Things had hardly been easy for you, carrying the weight of what had happened at that hospital and the secret the pair of you now shared. Then there was also the fact you had had to start trying to build a life for yourselves - to find your place in this community after spending so long alone out in the world.

It hadn’t been easy - not by a long shot - and you had always found that keeping busy was the best way to handle feeling overwhelmed or stressed. No wonder you’d worked yourself to the point of exhaustion. If anything, you were more surprised you’d made it this long before things had begun to catch up with you.

“Where’s Ellie? Thought she was keeping an eye on you?”

“At Tommy’s,” you croaked, struggling to get your breath back. “Maria came by, said some of the others kid were going over to watch a - a - movie -“

“That’s it - upstairs, now,” Joel ordered as you started coughing once again. “You look about as bad as you sound and you’re only going to get worse if you don’t get some rest. I know you didn’t sleep a wink last night, all that tossing and turning. At least I now know why.”

You sighed. You had felt awful last night, unable to get comfortable as your condition got worse with every passing hour. Hell, you’d eventually given up and gone to sit downstairs by the fire, rather than risk waking Joel. He needed all the rest he could get.

“But-"

“But nothing, sweetheart,” Joel warned, taking matters into his own hands - literally.

No sooner had you opened your mouth to protest than Joel had stepped forward and scooped you up into his arms.

It was testament to how sick you really were that you didn’t even try to fight. In fact, you simply flopped against him as he carried you back upstairs to your shared bedroom, your face buried deep in to the crook of his neck.

You inhaled the scent that was so distinctly him, trying to focus on it and not the sudden urge to vomit as the world around you moved.

“Fuck,” you whined, closing your eyes in the hope it would help.

Thankfully, though, Joel was quick to manoeuvre you into your bed, laying you down and burying you beneath the covers. He also was quick to fetch you a cup of tea and some of the medicine Maria had provided you with when you’d first arrived. It was some herbal mixture that smelt awful but seemed to work as well as anything you’d previously got at a pharmacy.

“Thank you,” you whimpered, gratitude clear in your eyes as he handed the steaming mug towards you. He watched, the instruction clear on his face as he made sure you began to drink it rather than leaving it until it was cold as you often did. You were easily distracted, always breezing from one place to the next and leaving things in your wake. “I’m sorry… I’m a stubborn pain in your ass.”

Joel’s laugh was immediate, the irony evident in his smile. “Look who you’re talking to, darlin’. I think we both hit every branch on our way down from the stubborn tree. Takes one to know one, after all.”

“Touché.”

“I just want you to take care of yourself, ok? You and Ellie are all I got and I - I can’t lose you. Either of you.” Joel’s voice was light but you could hear the truth beneath it, tugging at your heart strings. You could only be grateful that he then chose to crawl into bed beside you, saving you from having to respond.

Instead, he arranged you both so that your head was resting against his chest, his fingers able to brush lazily through your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

Within moments, you could feel yourself steadily succumbing to the overwhelming urge to sleep, relieved in the knowledge that you weren’t alone. That, and the herbal remedy had already began to ease some of your symptoms.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, your words slurring together. “Thanks again for taking care of me… I don’t know what I’d do without you, you grumpy old man… You can be a real softie under all that tough exterior…”

“Oh, hush, you, Little Miss Sassy-pants,” he chuckled, the rare sound one of your favourites. “Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

#ithebookhoarder #masterlist #thesilentmage #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller headcanon

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slut4sugu · 11 months

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— MY ‘LIL STAR

Spider punk x rockstar!Black Fem reader

Including: British slang (ill do my best!), slight cursing, flirty hobie, pet names: (pretty, star, doll,dolly), slight suggestiveness

Summary:You were preforming one day, and happened to catch the attention of wandering eyes. Hobies eyes </3

🎸: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐭. 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐲

You’ve hung out with a lot of weird ‘blokes’ as Hobie would say but, he’s one to talk since he’s one of the weirdest (HOTTESTTT ASF) though you think his look on the world is quite interesting, and confusing at the same time. But nevertheless you find yourself feeling as though you could tell him anything, which is how he feels about you. Which surprised himself because for the longest time he tried to find out what is was about you that made him wanna stare at your face talking about different guitars you used to play as a kid for hours on end. Then it clicked, your love and appreciation for music. When you first told him that you were in a band he already knew. He saw a villain lurking around the venue you had apparently rented out and got distracted by your voice that he almost forgot about the building wrecking villain. Who he quickly dealt with since he wanted to hear your angelic voice, ( it was all he could think about during the fight).

He stayed a bit after the show to see how you spoke with your fans, and..no surprise you were an absolute sweetheart. You spotted him in a dark corner and got slightly excited to see the spider at one of your shows, after you said your goodbyes you quickly made your way over to him as to not get spotted by any more fans. “Soo how was I? I’m hoping it was somewhat good since thats atleast 4 minutes that you could’ve been using to save someone.” Your heart fluttered at his chuckle, “It was good, I like your style dolly. ‘Suits you.” You smiled, trying to distract yourself from how weirdly attractive it was to see the spider leaning up against a corner of a wall. “Thanks, and thanks for coming out. Hope I’ll get to see you at my next show, but make sure you don’t get distracted while getting rid of a villain or whatever the hell those things are.” He hums at your comment, his eyes locked on your pretty ones. Hobies spider sense starts to tingle slightly, “Sum blokes looking for you-Widow?” Your heart flutters at the way he says your stage name, “Oh yeah, thats just my preforming name. It’s actually y/n.” You say sweetly, your black acrylics fiddling with the chain on your shorts. “Widow get your ass in here!” You roll your eyes, quickly pulling out a pen that was tucked between your waist and the clothing of your jean shorts. You gestured for his forearm, and wrote your number on it. ‘Pretty n a singer damn.’ Hobie took note of the cute heart you left behind the series of numbers.

This was your fit btw

You capped the pen, looking behind you to see your manger still looking. You groaned, “Fuckin pest.” You muttered beneath your breath, earning a snicker from the spider. You turned back to him, with a sigh but a smile. “Call me okay? Wanna let you know when I have another show.” You stated, giving him a wink and a wave before you left to deal with your annoying manager. After that day, you would try and find the spider around town. Which hardly ever worked, but you were equally busy with practice and vocal training. Though you had to admit you did miss the spiders company and you were hoping to see him to give him backstage passes to your show.

Late one night on the balcony of your penthouse, you laid on your plush couch playing your electric guitar. Bored and thinking of Hobie you started to play a tune absent minded, not sensing that he was behind you listening and watching your pretty fingers work the instrument. “Aren’t you just full of surprises.” You jumped, turning around to see the masked spider. “Jesus dude, your gonna give a bitch a heart attack.” You almost dropped your guitar because of his sudden presence. “Sorry doll, was just swinging by the see how the lil star was.” He explained, walking around and sitting down in the chair in front of you. Leaving his own guitar leaned up against it. You noticed this and looked at him curiously, “You play too?” He hummed in response, before manspreading in the chair. You smiled softly, looking over his figure before seeing a cut stretch across his forearm. “My god are you okay?” You asked, getting up and going around your small glass table to get a better look at his wound. “Don’t worry doc I’m fine.” You gave him a look, “Yeah no, I’m fine my ass. Stay here don’t move I’ll be right back.” You rush inside to get your med kit, not feeling hobies eyes wander down to your ass and hips as you left.

Once you returned, you had a med kit clutched in your hand. You set it down on the glass table, opening the case you pulled out some peroxide and bandages. “This might hurt a little, sorry if it does.” You say softly, looking at the eyes of the mask as if asking if he’s okay. “I’m fine pretty, go ahead do your thing.” That same flutter you felt the first time you met him you felt again, your actions becoming more hesitant and nervous as it felt as though he was watching intently. You tried to ignore it as you doused a big cotton ball with peroxide, slowly dabbing it on his wound. Causing him to hiss, letting out a groan, “Fuck..that some strong stuff you got dolly.” Your heart stopped as you tried to ignore how hot it was to hear him curse, throwing the now used cotton ball in the trash can and wrapping his wound up and sealing it. “That looks a lot better, sorry if it hurt too bad.” He shook his head, “Nah it wasn’t that bad, could use a kiss though.” You rolled your eyes shoved his shoulder. “You would like that wouldn’t you?” You giggled, as you turned around walking away to put the stuff back up. Your hips swaying, which slowly started to make Hobie loose his mind a little. “What you wouldn’t star?” He asked, sounding closer than usual, which made sense as he was right behind you.

“Haven’t thought of kissing me once? Hm?”

Part two?

#🎸.𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐌 #atsv fluff #atsv x you #atsv x black reader #hobie x y/n #hobie headcanons #astv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie x fem!reader #hobie x black!reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x black!reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown x y/n #atsv x black!reader

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cultofdixon · 11 months

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See One, Do One, Teach One

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The fall of the prison brought these two closer together compared to their time within the prison. • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Injuries / Illness

Requested by: Anon

The Governor…that stupid son of a bitch

We should’ve been more careful

Keep an eye out for that bastard to show up at any time…

But the peace that came from the fall of Woodbury that abruptly ended right as the prison illness subsided…wouldn’t change that for the world

Even if Daryl right now, watching the prison burn from afar…wished he could relive those peaceful moments. Peaceful moments with—-

“what are we going to do…” Y/N’s voice cut through his thoughts as he didn’t move his gaze until he had to.

“Survive” was all he said as he carefully took her bicep into his hand pulling them into the woods when he noticed some were still fighting in the fields. He had his priorities and had to protect them.

There was no clear way to go. No more home. Missing family. Daryl was right, all they had to do was survive for the time being. Even if one has more experience within the woods than the other.

Y/N was found during the prison days, which meant whatever hell she escaped from. She went into a short-lived paradise. She of course did her part around the place but nothing beyond the walls. Mainly farming and taking care of the animals given in a past life, her hobby was gardening and her job was as a vet. So she was as helpful as Hershel when it came to anything medical. But not enough survival experience.

Granted. Almost everyone at the end of the world, gains survival skills. Not go in with it.

With the exception of a few.

This led Daryl not to speak to Y/N for the most part because his mind was keeping her and himself alive. But as the night crawls in, a herd started to as well when the two were on the road. Daryl didn’t utter any words all he did was point to where they were hiding and Y/N never argued with the man.

The occasional bump of the car by one of many walkers would startled Y/N but Daryl would nudge her to keep her focus on him as he only kept eye contact to make her forget what was happening around them. When the growling got lower that’s when Daryl broke it to look through the crack of the trunk to see if they’ve finally given them some distance.

“When I move. You do” Daryl whispers to Y/N, not hearing a response back. Hopefully, she gets it.

Daryl pushes the trunk open slowly watching the herd fade into the night as he stepped out extending a hand to help her. But the trip on the way out lead to a few walkers being triggered and the archer forcefully shoving Y/N into the forest before they could catch who it might be.

The second they were in the clear, Y/N felt the back of her shirt get forcefully grabbed and pulled back so that she locked eyes with Daryl.

“Be more careful next time”

“I—-“

“Nah. You gotta learn, but I ain’t letting yea get your shit rocked to learn” Daryl scoffs watching Y/N cower slightly, not saying anything in response in case he snapped. “Cmon”

The awkward silence ate Y/N alive but she didn’t speak another word. Of course, Daryl didn’t. He decided if he said his mind that it wouldn’t be nice in any format. But he still cared for her.

They’ve collected cans along the way before making up camp, and Daryl showed Y/N how to make the can trigger line to keep them safe when they camped out in the woods.

Y/N used her knife to cut the excess string, something they found in the trunk, and accidentally nicked her finger. She set the knife in her lap before instinctively sucking on the tip of her finger to stop the bleeding. Daryl finished tying his side noticing how limp the line was and took notice of what she was doing. He quietly approached her tying the line from her end before taking her hand and checking how bad it was.

“It’s just a cut” She frowns as he checks it for his own eyes before going to his bag to take out a small bandaid and give it to her. “Thank you…”

The archer nods to such as he next started to make a fire, but as he was doing such he made sure Y/N was watching. She was. Everything he did, she kept an eye on. He finishes making it and situated himself on one side while she stuck on the other.

Is she warm enough? Daryl thought as Y/N brought herself a bit closer to the fire and finally her body relaxed. Which made him do so as well.

Cold mornings are usually the best inside a home with a working fireplace or a heater. Hell even the cold mornings at the farm and the prison beats cold mornings outside in the middle of the woods with zero knowledge if your friends are alive or not.

But during the night, Daryl had made sure to keep Y/N covered with whatever they had and he even left to go back to the car they were held up in the truck during the herd passing. That when she woke up, she woke to a jacket that he had found in the car loosely draped over her while he naturally gave off a lot of heat to keep himself comfortable.

Y/N quietly rises from the ground, only to watch Daryl quickly stir and run toward something across the can line. The action kick started her anxiety until she heard the trigger of his crossbow fire and the life end of whatever he caught.

Making her breakfast a snake. That she picked at at first which only irked Daryl a bit in the sense of it’s not luxurious or something?

“How did you even hear it…?” That’s what she was thinking. Daryl didn’t know the right words to explain it in the moment but decided to try something that could explain such.

“Yea trust me?” What a weird start.

She nods watching Daryl take out his bandana from his back pocket after discarding the bones of his portion into the fire. He approaches her close enough to kneel in front of her and fold the bandana into a blindfold.

“Askin’ again. Do yea trust me?”

“Of course”

“Alright” Daryl carefully put the bandana over her eyes and before he even said anything to explain what he currently did. Y/N tried to focus on something since her vision was compromised. “Ain’t the best hearing but once yea get used to being in the woods a lot huntin’ shit. You can hear some things in the sound”

Nothing

Leaves rustling

Growling

Growling?

“Walker” Y/N calls out tugging the blindfold off as Daryl quickly swiped his crossbow from its leaned position against a tree and took out the walker approaching.

Y/N took note of how Daryl loaded the bolt into his crossbow and carefully taking aim so he doesn’t miss. He also made sure it didn’t get too close to break the can line. But they were moving again.

The two moved a lot, and Y/N has been learning a lot. Mainly from observation and Daryl making her learn a thing or two or…ten.

When they found the abandoned country club, Daryl started coughing. Nothing as bad as the prison illness but enough to assume one is getting sick with something. Y/N truly noticed it was getting worse when she finished setting up most of the camp for them to camp out in the abandoned building.

Daryl had crouched down to start the fire in a secured contained pit he made, when he grew too tired and decided to sit. He watches Y/N approach the pit and start the fire herself before looking up at her with hooded exhausted eyes.

“You should rest”

“Yeah.” He agreed but with the way nothing was happening, Y/N decided to return the favor. Taking care of him instead of the other way around.

The exhausted man watches her take apart the couch cushions laying them on the ground before leaving the room they were in to grab some blankets she saw upon entering the place. One covered the cushions as the other she prepared to drape over him. Daryl looked at her standing with the other blanket as if she’s waiting.

“Lay down”

“Seriously?”

“Doctor’s orders” Y/N shrugs. “Well. Vet’s orders. But same thing”

“As long as yea don’t shove a thermometer up my ass, I’ll do whatever you say” Daryl scoffs, slowly bringing himself to lay down on the cushions before Y/N draped the blanket over him.

“We should stick here until you feel better”

“Mm. Past a week. Just leave me here”

Y/N knelt down beside him tucking in one side, now being the one to ignore what he says. She looks at him with a neutral expression that Daryl could only read as such, but she was worried. She has always been worried for him.

But he never noticed.

The first thing on the agenda was getting water. For drinking and to help Daryl cool off by setting his bandana and placing it on his forehead. Since before she thought of the plan for the moment, she checked his temp and the man was sick with a fever.

So bedrest in a safe environment, safe-ish…was the best option for Daryl and not that he objected. His exhaustion knocked him out the second Y/N tucked him in.

“What you’re going to want to do first is collect water from the creek, with whatever yea got” Daryl states holding up one of the cans they didn’t use for the trigger line. He filled it with creek water as Y/N did the same with the can in her hand.

Y/N knelt down to the creek closest to the country club and filled the large canteen up with water from the slow moving creek.

“Next. We get the rack we use for cookin’ the squirrel meat to hold the can up.” Daryl sets the cans down on the rack once he got the fire going. “Now it’s gonna take a bit cuz we don’t know the exact temperature of the flame. But we’ll know when it’s boiling? That it’s doing it’s job”

“Doing its job?”

“To boil the bad shit in it. To make it drinkable”

“Is this…real or something you’re making up?”

“It’s real. Done it a lot when camping with Merle”

That must’ve been fun Y/N thought back as she had got the fire going and a few cans full of the canteen creek water, waiting for them to boil.

Once the water was boiled, Y/N set a few cans to the side to cool and used one to help heat up an MRE she found in an abandoned shed coming back.

“How do you know if walkers are in the building when the windows are grimey?”

Daryl turned to Y/N with another signature deadpan look of his before knocking on the window. She tensed when a walker started hitting the window.

“What if there’s no windows?”

“Knock on the door. Yea can tell that way how many because of the weighted response. While the window, you can just assume by silhouettes”

“Five dollar word right there”

“Fuck off” Daryl scoffs but Y/N admired the smirk that followed.

The archer relaxed for the third time? The third time Y/N changed the bandana to be a bit damp again. But she checked his temp with the back of her hand, sighing from relief when his fever has gone down. She returned the bandana in its place before using the last of the water to wash the fire out given she was going to check the snares she had placed outside with things she found inside the building.

“Did yea place them right?” Daryl asks weakly, given this is day four and Y/N was leaving at the same time to check such.

“Yeah. I learned from the best”

“Mm. Damn straight” He sighs shifty slightly before falling back asleep.

The first two days, Y/N mainly stayed by Daryl’s side and only left to get water or to take out any walker that managed to pick up their scent. Mainly Y/N’s since upon arriving to the country club, she had cut her leg from tripping over their own can line so her blood trickled along her for a bit.

But after patching it up, and leaving in short shifts…Y/N around day 3 explored the rest of the country club and found a few articles of clothing to replace her gross sweaty ones. She also found photos from the people before and it stung a bit.

She missed the old world

Only difference is

He wasn’t in it

And she would rather die than go back to the old world without him.

Her prized findings were a few pill bottles. The ibuprofen being the most used once finding such. Y/N didn’t hesitate in giving Daryl a dose when she found it and it helped with his fever. She kept the rest in her pack, which was a small backpack she found within the building that had this pin on it. The pin had a bunny on it and Y/N thought it was cute, didn’t want to dwell on it or she’d spiral thinking this was a child’s and the child died…which…yeah.

Coming on day 5, Daryl woke up feeling a lot better and noticed Y/N was knocked out cold propped up against the couch that obviously had missing cushions. He couldn’t help but notice a few things…

The arrows…she made them?

The bandages on her arms…what did she get into?

Their canteens were full…she actually learned somethin’ from me?

The final thing Daryl noticed was his vest folded on top of his own backpack that Y/N found, filled with his findings, and another canteen that was full. But his prized possession, he took into his hands and noticed that the wings were fixed…he wanted to thank her, thank her for all of it. But when she woke out of an anxious trigger that he’s never seen before, all that happened was the sound of something falling that lead to her reaching for his crossbow.

But she relaxed noticing Daryl was wide awake.

“Oh thank fuck”

“You…alright?”

“Yeah yeah, I am now” Y/N laughs nervously brushing her hair back out of her face. “Uhm. I saw some signs around…for this sanctuary…Terminus? Maybe we can find our friends there”

“Yeah, that sounds like a smart move…that mean we’re done here?”

“No! No. If you’re not ready we can stay a little while longer”

So they did, then packed up the next morning and made their way to the main road. Daryl was about to take out the walker that was approaching them when Y/N took the crowbar she found on a run during his resting period, and immediately took it down.

The archer didn’t say much and was taken back by what happened. It was just a walker kill…but she didn’t need his help. He watches her crouch down to the body and rummaged through the corpse’s pockets.

“The fuck yea doing?”

“Learned that I can find items off people”

“…Isn’t this wrong?”

“It’s wrong if I dug up a grave and took from a resting corpse. It’s wrong if I killed an innocent person and took from their body. There’s criteria…it’s just a walker that was once a human with an unknown personality and unknown past.” Y/N kept this sadden expression when looting this body even when she did find a few items. A pack of cigarettes with a lighter and another pocket knife. This felt like a video game, but it stung. Even with the reasoning.

The two returned on their way to the road and eventually on their way to this sanctuary. Daryl the entire time kept his eyes on Y/N and how quiet she had gotten since when they first ran into the woods, she would not shut up.

“We have to find our friends”

“What if someone got hurt”

“How could this have happened, I thought he was dead!”

“You think we’ll find someone?”

“I’m scared Daryl”

Part of Daryl was relieved she learned from their time apart from the others. But he missed it. Missed hearing her optimism…her rambling that she thought was in a hushed volume…how she spoke her mind during the nights she thought he would be sleeping.

Y/N has always been a strong person

But she was also missing so much…

“We’ll find them. In any situation, we’ll get our family back”

The words left him without a second thought as Y/N stopped walking looking at the endless road before them. She gripped the crowbar tightly as her mind raced like it did when the explosions happened.

“You promise?” Y/N turns back to the archer watching him nod.

Everything…fell apart

The Claimers came and went

Terminus came and went

Bob…died

Beth…died

Tyreese…died

The group was dying.

It was a lot in the span of a few days, or who truly knows how long each event happened because no one can tell the time nowadays. Only the seasons really. But the group, what remains, held their ground and even if Y/N has shown Daryl during these times that she is an even bigger asset…his anxiety ate at him when they were walking to nowhere in hopes something happened and she kept quiet.

The archer carefully took her hand into his, bringing her back as the exhaustion written on his face made her stress thinking he was getting sick all over again or his injuries were getting worse.

“Are you—-“

“Nah, are you okay?”

“Daryl, you’re not—“

“Hey, no. Not me right now” Daryl frowns gently lifting her chin to get her to look him directly in the eye instead of scanning his person for anything. “Are you alright?”

“No…can I just keep it at that?”

“As long as I return the favor” Daryl whispers gently tucking her hair behind her ear as she tilts her head confused. “Let me take care of yea”

“Okay…”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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ellieslovr · 4 months

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I’ve Got You (e. williams)

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A/N:Okay, so this is entirely self indulgent since I was having a bad night. Mental illness was kicking my ass so here’s the result of that. I’m too tired to know if it makes any sense but I hope you guys like it either way. PLEASE read the content warning below, it’s a bit heavy because as stated, I wrote it for myself originally. I figured I’d share this in case anyone else is struggling. Love you guys, and I’m always here if you wanna chat <3

cw: mentions of heavy intrusive thoughts, and mentions of mental illness and its various symptoms as a whole.

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You’re not sure what causes it. Maybe it’s the stress from work, or maybe it’s just something in the air.

The moment you get home, Ellie’s sat on the couch playing a game. She darts her eyes towards you quickly, still focused. “How was your day,baby?” She asks, flicking the joystick with her thumb.

You don’t say anything. This catches her attention, and she pauses the game and looks up. By now, there are tears streaming down your face.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She coos, placing the controller down and standing up. She opens up her arms, and you barrel towards her.

She strokes your hair gently as you sob into her chest, no doubt in your mind that you’re probably ruining her favorite sweater.

She doesn’t seem to mind though, as she lifts your chin to meet her eyes. “You wanna talk about what happened babe?” She asked. You shrug, moving to sit down on the couch.

She follows and plops down next to you, putting a hand on your back. You lean into her embrace and sigh, sniffling lightly. “I-I don’t know. It’s nothing really specific, I’ve just been upset lately. I’m not sure why.” She nods in understanding, rubbing your back softly.

While she’s silent, you suddenly feel bad. She probably just wanted to relax and play her game, and here you are, bothering her about nonsense. You knew she didn’t actually feel that way, but you usually preferred to not bring these thoughts up to her.

You were worried that if you did, she’d be upset that you saw her that way. You’d had many intrusive thoughts of harming either yourself or Ellie, and even though you know with absolute certainty you’d never act upon them, they still scare you. Some days, you felt like a monster. Incapable of loving or being loved.

Deep down, you know Ellie loves you. You love her too, more than anything in the entire world. You’d come to the conclusion one day though, that your brain wasn’t wired properly.

Before your thoughts could spiral more out of control, Ellie spoke up. “I get what you mean, baby. Some days it’s just tough, yeah?” She said. You nodded, a few stray tears slipping down your face. “The world just fucking sucks sometimes. Everything’s just so overwhelming these days.” You reply, curling into her side.

She laughs dryly. “You’re not kidding. It’s like in my case, I’m fine most days. But on the days I’m not, well you’ve seen me. It’s like a switch gets flipped or something.” Ellie said, running a hand through your hair. “It’s an exhausting feeling.” You reply, turning to face her.

She smiles. “It is. You wanna know how I get through it though?” You nod, and she cups your face between her hands. “I just think about you. World’s going to hell in a handbasket, but you’re always right there by my side. Remember that time I had a fight with Joel?” She asked.

“Mhm, I remember.” You say.

Ellie smiles. “Well, I was super upset that day. As soon as I stepped in the door, you knew something was off. I didn’t wanna talk about it, so you just kissed my cheek and went into the kitchen.” She paused for a moment, smiling.

“You made me chocolate covered strawberries, cause you knew they were my favorite. Then we cuddled on the couch and watched Star Trek. I’ll never forget that day.” She recalled fondly, her free hand tracing soothing circles on your thigh.

Your eyes well up. “I love you, Ellie.” You breathe, looking up at her. Her smile nearly splits her face in half. “I love you too, sweet girl. Always will, now and forever.” She replied, pressing kisses all over your face.

You giggle. “Ew gross, I’ve got snot and tears all over my face.” She fake pouts, brushing a piece of stray hair out of your eyes. “I don’t care, you still look adorable. Now c’mere.”

You playfully roll your eyes as she pulls you into a proper kiss, her hands cupping your face. When you both pull away, she leans her forehead against yours, stroking your cheek with her thumb.

“We’ll get through the hard days together, yeah? We’re a team, you and me. Like the byronosaurus and the citipati. Did you know their nests were adjacent?.” She asks you with a smile.

You laugh, nodding your head. “Yeah, exactly like that. You learn that from one of your little documentaries?” You ask her.

“I did, I watched a really good one last night.” She said. You chuckle, adjusting yourself to lay on her chest. “You’re a dork.” You tell her, playing with the strings of her hoodie.

You feel her chest vibrate beneath you as her laughter fills the air. “You love it.” She tells you, a cocky grin on her face.

You can’t help but roll your eyes and smile back at her. “I do. Not as much as I love you, though.” Ellie blushes, a nervous little smile on her face. No matter how many times you’d told her you loved her, she still got as flustered as the first time. It was one of your favorite things about her, something you’d never get tired of.

“I love you the mostest. So ha!” She exclaimed.

“That’s not a real word baby, but I’ll give it to you.” You told her. She fist pumps triumphantly. You cuddle further into her, and she sighs contentedly.

She picks up her controller and saves her game before exiting it. “What’re you doing?” You ask her. She kisses the top of your head. “I’m gonna put on that space documentary you like. That okay with you, doll?” You blush at the pet name and nod your head.

Ellie smiles lovingly at you before pressing play. As the documentary starts, you completely forget about the stress of life. Sure, things were hard. They wouldn’t change overnight, and it would take time for you to feel okay again.

But right now you had Ellie at your side, and you knew she would be with you every step of the way. She was the love of your life, and you were hers. With her, you knew you could face anything that came your way.

You fell asleep in her arms later that night, surrounded by her scent and warmth. You’ve never felt happier.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams the last of us 2 #ellie williams the last of us

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kaulitzhotel · 11 months

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hiiii could u pls do billy willy x reader with anger issues pls😨

like they are out in public and somebody starts to get on readers nerves and then reader beats them (and wins) and then bill is cleaning up the bruises and cuts pls

feel free to ignore its kinda weird ??..

Synopsis: You and Bill are walking around the city park enjoying the view of the ocean that's nearby. But unexpectedly a guy starts pestering you guys and gets physical. You lose it. (2008)

Content: Fluff. - Warnings: Vulgar language and violence.

Notes: I made this work. I hope you enjoy it! This one is pretty long and it took me time to edit. I can't stand it when I cringe at my writing.

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Sweet soul

I was walking around the park hand in hand with Bill. The park we were at has a beautiful sight of the ocean. I pointed at some birds flying by, showing Bill. His pearly teeth showed as he smiled... I was in my happy place.

As we continued walking we saw a nearby bench to go sit down. I leaned on him as he put his arm around me.

“Do you want to go eat after this?” Bill asked making eye contact with me.

“Yeah! We can go get some fast food.”

He nodded and we sat there in peace watching the waves move perfectly with the wind.

An older guy approached us and I flinched at his strong cologne. He just stood there waiting.

“May I help you?” I said rudely.

“I saw you from afar and wondered what a chick like you doing with that.” His breath was reeked with liquor.

“With that? Excuse me?” I almost stood up but Bill held onto me tighter.

“I don't care what that is but ill offer you a good deal back at my place, I got plenty to give.”

“No thanks.” I relaxed the tension in my body. This guy was on something. Me and Bill walked away.

“What a creep,” I mumbled.

Bill didn't say anything and I couldn't see his eyes since he was wearing his black shades.

“Hey! I'm not done talking with you.” The man yelled catching up to us.

“Can you go away?” I turn around.

“C'mon, don't be so rude I know a young girl like you needs someone better. This guy isn't even defending you.”

I get close to him and push his chest, “Back the fuck off already.”

“Just give me a chance already. I'll give you what you want.” He stepped closer.

“Oh you little shit--” I couldn't continue since Bill pulled me away. “She said no,” Bill responded nicely.

We walked away but I was losing it. “Bill, let me fight him for that, that fucker deserves it.”

“Love...” He stopped, “Don't do this to yourself just ignore him and we can go home.” He remained calm.

But I just breathed deeply, “Fine.”

That's when Bill's shades flew to the ground and he touched his cheek. I look over to the side and it was the man. He had punched Bill in the face.

That's when I lost my sanity. I pushed the stranger to the ground and started hitting him. He tried getting away but instead gave a good slap to my face. We rolled all over the ground beating each other. The people around us were snickering. I felt a familiar hand touch my shoulder trying to pull me away. My senses were blurry and I felt my blood pressure rise making my ears pop.

“What's your problem? To hit my boyfriend you psycho bitch.” I didn't stop till I felt a random pair of hands pull me off of the guy. I squirmed and tried to reach him as he tried to scurry off. But there were a lot of people surrounding us.

“Ma'am we need you to relax.” A woman's voice spoke.

“Y/N look at me,” Bill's face was in front of mine, “Breathe, I'm okay I'm okay.” He repeated.

I couldn't focus on him properly as my vision was giving up. But I swore I saw a tear run down his porcelain skin.

Moments later

I am at home sitting on the bed with my arms crossed still upset. Bill came into the room with band-aids, ice packs, and alcohol. He didn't stare at me but I could see that his eyes were glassy.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Yes, I'm mad at the fact that you hurt yourself for me.”

“He punched you, what the hell was I supposed to do?” I yelled.

Bill ignored me and started cleaning my cuts. Every time he placed a band-aid he would kiss the top of it. He put some pressure on one of my bruises with the ice pack letting it numb.

“Why?” I randomly said.

He looked up at me with sorrow in his eyes, “What?”

“Why are you so nice? To people who don't even deserve it. That man did worse to you than me.”

“I don't know, it's how I handle it.” He blinked looking down when I knew that wasn't the truth.

I make him look at me and delicately touch his cheek. “Are you okay?” Examining where he got punched.

“Yes I'm fine, he didn't even hurt me. It's you that I'm worried about.”

“Don't you worry about me, I'm crazy.” I laughed.

He half smiled and hugged me, “Don't do it again. I should've been the one protecting you.”

I hugged him back, “I promise and you are always here for me this is what I can do. I'm not letting anybody hurt you.”

He nuzzled his face into my neck and squeezed me tighter. “I'm sore.” I winced.

He let go of me and looked around my body to see where he hurt me.

“It's okay Bill.” I could tell he was feeling sorry but that only made me feel guilty.

“You know what can make this better.”

“What is it?” His eyes sparkling now.

I pointed at my lips and he laughed at me. He put his arms beside me on the bed and pecked my lips softly. “Better?”

“Maybe just a few more,” I say and pull him into another kiss.

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#tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz #fluff #bill x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #imagine #boy bands #2000s #romance

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commanderquinn · 9 months

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a list of canon ways in which lillian hart is The Fucking Worst that cora coe deserves financial and emotional compensation for:

-the basis for the big divorce counseling mission is that cora's worried for her mother's safety. that means, before going on a deep cover operation with smugglers known to kill rangers, marines, or anyone else caught trying to interfere with their business, lillian didnt leave her daughter a heads up much less a lead. once the fuck again, this woman decided that her career was more important than her daughter's mental and emotional health. once the fuck again, this woman decided she could just disappear from cora's life and then come back out of the blue without consequence

-when you go to lillian's office to look for her at cora's request, the guy working the desk knows SAM well enough to know his name and give him shit like they've got a personal history, but he??? isnt sure about????? cora's name???? word for word, he looks at her and says "it's cora, right?" you're telling me that this woman doesn't talk about her kid enough for her fellow INVESTIAGATIVE rangers to be sure about her name??? are you SHITTING ME??????? get the fuck out of here. you cant push "ranger family values" and the close ties they have in one breath then claim she likes to keep a professional distance at work in the other. you wanna have the conversation about what fresh hell it is being a working mother in a position of power, lets go, ill have that conversation all day long. but lillian hart is not a fucking example of a working mother and im gonna be pretty fucking insulted for working mothers everywhere if i catch wind of ppl trying to pull that kind of defense card. the woman's an awful parent and should be held the fuck accountable for it. you wanna know how i know????

she doesn't say cora's name enough for the ranger watching the door to be confident in it, but he remembers alllll the stories of the captain her ex is cozying up to. and lillian is the one to confirm during the quest that she has been getting the stories from cora, so there's some clear "oh she already likes the stranger more than me." i know im reading into it because its fiction and none of these people are real, but ive also, y'know been in cora's shoes, so i can tell you from real life experience that shit does exist. idk if that was the writers INTENT, but it sure does a great job at reflecting a very sad reality

-sam points out its dumb that lillian wants to speed the ship, with her daughter on it, directly at the sydicate. idk abt y'all, but my ship was pretty dinky at that point bc i was focused on outposts, and we got ambushed by like 6 ship waves once we landed for that fight. again, i get it. game mechanics get a higher priority than realism. but this whole "we have to finish this because theres a chance you were spotted trying to rescue me" shit is so. nauseating. theres no demand to drop off cora somewhere safe, theres no "lets call in the cavalry." its this fucking egomaniac looking you dead in the eye and being like "i know i just traumatized the shit out of my kid but i need you to drive us into an ambush while she's still on board. hope you're a good shot because sam and i cant kill them ourselves." and so what that we did that????? YOURE TELLING ME IT WAS JUST THOSE SHIPS???? the rest of the organization is just going to LET IT GO???? like no fucking wonder sam sees himself as the better option even through all his fucking doubt. at least he knows when to turn the fuck around because shit is above his paygrade

-she has custody rights. she is a decorated and respected ranger. sam being a smuggler wasnt public knowledge, but point out one person in akila who wouldnt believe her in a heartbeat over it. everyone in town gives him nothing but shit, and they all side with his dad who was definitely no picnic to live with. im guessing big emotional detachment there, lotta interrogation and persecution rather than teaching and understanding. HELL, sam would probably own up to his past if lillian outed him for it, he's that type of idiot. at literally any point she could put in the effort to get legal council involved. if she's SOOOO by the law, whats the hold up there???? i agree the kid shouldnt be on my ship while im in the middle of a space fight. ive talked with sam about it, and im not even the kids parent (as of the personal quest). what the fuck are you doing about it lillian????????? oh thats right. we cant get lillian on the phone. whomp whomp.

-she made cora cry. hyper independent, "big girls dont cry" cora coe. multiple times. worse, she made cora cry because she made cora feel like she wasn't as important as lillian's career. i dont give a fuck what criminals are doing. i do not give a fuck. i give a fuck that that little pixel child got her heart broken and there isnt a dialogue for me to call out her mother for being a huge fucking cunt to her own daughter but theres a thousand and one options for me to tell sam he's parenting wrong. he is, and i have no problem using them when they're appropriate, but where the fuck are they for lillian??? why am i not allowed to tear this woman a new asshole at any point, but there's like 20+ extra dialogue options added to every single npc you have a persuade option with???? todd my head hurts and its your fault

-"im sure sam's told you all about me. go on. ask whatever you want." yet there is no option to ask what the fuck her problem is. so, clearly, i cannot, in fact, ask whatever i want.

-"but the looks i got from my fellow rangers reading alexander dumas... we do strange things for kids." yeah hart??? thats your standard????? THATS your idea of going out of your way for your kid??? literally how did sam fall for this woman oh my god i cant even listen to her speak without wanting to use the power of bitchhood i inherited from a long line of angry irish women to ridicule her to tears. maybe then she'll fucking understand how small she makes her fucking kid feel every time she turns a moment of bonding into a little "woe is me and my comfort zone oh how unfortunate i am to have a brilliant daughter that wants to connect with me through her greatest passion"

-she openly admits that she dumped the cargo sam was smuggling not because she felt any connection or sympathy or just didnt want to destroy someones chance at life in a capitalist society, but because he was a good pilot and she didnt want that talent to "go to waste" so she could recruit him. thats not really a thing against cora i just really fucking hate that and the picture it paints of her priorities as a human being

-"if we're going to be really honest here... back when we were a team... cora would follow you everywhere, like a little adoring dog. i... just fell out of it. long before we separated."

i literally. do not have words for how fucking disgusted i am by that line of dialogue. oh my fucking god. oh my fucking god. i. i TRULY would not even know where to start. the dog comparison makes me violently angry and if you'd given me a punch interrupt at that moment, i would have broken my keyboard punching the accept option

-go replay or watch a recording of that divorce counseling mission one more time. while you're doing it, imagine the roles reversed. imagine youre romancing a character thats a mother bringing cora into space, and the ranger standing in your cockpit asking to finish the mission is her father who took off to live at work once it was clear his little girl liked mommy better. imagine THAT while you listen to the (imo) out of fucking pocket dialogue where sam constantly praises lillian for being "a good ranger/woman." then you come back and tell me how comfortable you are with the concept of lillian hart as a character.

#sam coe #lillian hart negative #cora coe #starfield #meta #look man i know i know i have mommy issues and im biased but jesus fucking christ i cant stand her as a character #she's not a mother by any stretch of the imagination #she designated HERSELF as extended family and im forever disgusted #anyways im writing up a meta post abt my feelings on sam so far #lillian just gets on my fucking nerves so a hate post for her was easy to whip up lmao

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the-way-of-words · 7 months

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PolyVerse Cam Boy AU

Nicholas Ruffilo x Holly(ofc) x Noah Sebastian Content warnings: sex work, consensual voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral sex (fem receiving), P in V sex, fwb to lovers Contains sexual situations with fictionalized versions of real people. This is fake, none of this happened, but if its not your thing, please hit the back button or scroll on. I don't even know what to say for myself here... you can thank/blame the lovely @throwingmetothelions who asked for a PolyVerse take on her Cam Boy HC and... well. This happened. This is an AU and unrelated to the main PolyVerse canon. <DISCLAIMER> THIS IS BLOG IS SEX WORK POSITIVE and if that's not your thing then please keep scrolling.

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Noah’s stunned when Nick comes to him with the idea.

“Are you sure she’s okay with this?” He asks, staring his friend down. “I know you guys hook up sometimes, just like I know she knows we hook up sometimes, but…” Noah lets the rest of it go unsaid.

It’s different when it's on the cam streams.

They’ve both been doing this for a while now, jerking off online for money. It started off as a joke at first, an offhand comment by one of his exes about how he could make some quick cash, with Nick starting his own shit up not long after and while they don’t really need to do it anymore, it’s kind of fun. They jerk off anyway, so why not keep it up? Help keep some money in their pockets for the lean times.

They’re no strangers to collaborating, they always make the most bank when they’re together, but something about bringing someone else in makes him pause. He understands where Nick’s coming from, though. There’s been a few requests—mainly from women—that they should show others how to get a girl off properly. Because they seem to know exactly how to talk to get a pussy wet, they might be pretty damn good with women too.

Nick rolls his eyes. “Yes. I’m sure she’s okay with it… Who do you think I was on the phone with earlier?”

He watches the gears turn in his friend’s mind and Nick’s certain he’s going to say yes, Holly’s a fucking catch. She’s hot as hell, not to mention cool as shit, and he knows… he knows Noah’s curious, just like Holly’s curious about Noah. Neither of them would ever admit to it, but he knows they’ve thought about each other like that. He’s seen the look on Noah’s face when he’s face-timed with Nick and caught an accidental eyeful of Holly in the background. Not to mention, he knows Holly’s seen a stream or two. What, you really think I wouldn’t support my best friend and his other emotional support best friend/fuck buddy?

“Look. She said yes, and before you ask, yes, she knows what she’s getting into… She’s watched a couple of our streams before. But she’s only going to do this if you’re on board with it too.”

Noah takes a deep breath, exhaling noisily as he narrows his eyes at Nick. “Fuck, okay, fine. I’m in.”

It takes a few days to put it all together, and in that time, Noah’s been able to convince himself that everything is fine. It’s just Holly, and it’s just sex, he tells himself. They’ve all known each other for years, but thanks to him living in California most of the time, he’s never gotten as close to her as Nick has, but her wicked sense of humor tells him they’d get along great if they had a chance. And as for the sex thing…

As much as he’d never tell Nick or Holly, he’s not gonna try to lie to himself and say he’s never thought about her like that. She’s beautiful; all dark hair and soft curves, curves he’s gotten a glimpse of a time or two when he’s video called Nick right after they’ve been together. He can’t actually say what’s got him so twisted up about it, so he pushes it away because, it doesn’t really matter.

Yet it all comes rushing back the minute he opens the door and sees Holly standing there. It’s been a while since he’s seen her. Her dark wavy hair now just barely brushes her shoulders, the remains of a bright color on the ends, and he wonders if it’s as soft as it looks. His eyes track down her body, noting how the thin straps of her white cotton dress leave her shoulders bare, save for the smattering of freckles that he itches to map with his tongue. A weight drops in his stomach, cock stirring in his jeans when he notices the strappy leather harness and the way it frames her breasts.

Noah doesn’t realize he’s been staring too long until she clears her throat. “So, uh, you wanna let me in?”

Shit. He mentally curses himself, stepping aside. “Sorry—yeah, come on in.”

“Thanks.” Her smile is almost shy as she moves past him and, fuck, if it doesn’t endear him to her more.

He’s just about to ask her how she’s been when Nick comes out of the bedroom to greet her.

“Hey--” Nick starts, trailing off when he fully sees her. “Wow. Look at you, huh?”

Holly laughs, “I’m sorry… You were the one who told me to, and I quote, wear something pretty you can get fucked in. Is there a problem?”

Noah can’t keep his laugh to himself when she drops her voice down an octave, trying to imitate Nick. “She’s got a point, dude.”

“I have absolutely no problem with it… I just might have a hard time keeping myself on the task at hand.” Nick says with a roll of his eyes, and his hands curl into fists at his sides briefly before he lets them go, reaching one out to pinch the white skirt, “You know how I feel about this dress.”

She smirks. “Why do you think I wore it?”.

“Everyone’s different,” Nick settles himself behind Holly on the bed, his chest to her back so he can touch her and still be able to see what’s being said in the chat. “But sometimes Holly likes it with a little sting..” She makes an agreeable noise when Nick nips at her neck, head tipping back against his shoulder as he soothes it with his tongue. His hands rake up her thighs, tangling in the soft material of her dress, pulling it up the higher they go, and Noah almost chokes on his tongue when he realizes that save for the trimmed thatch of curls, she's bare under that dress.

Noah watches the tattooed hands pet down her inner thighs, fingers fluttering against the skin as they make their way to her pussy. They skirt around her folds, brushing everywhere but where she seems to want him the most. Nick chuckles lowly when she whimpers, his hands moving to her hips to hold her still when rocks them slightly, trying to entice him to touch her.

“Oh, come on, Holly. You know we’re just getting started.”

She huffs. “You know it’s not nice to tease.”

“Yeah,” Nick laughs, “but we have an audience this time… and foreplay is important."

Noah follows Nick’s eyes to the computer monitor where the chat has been going wild while their attention has been elsewhere

<Sherry_Bomb29> He hasn’t even really touched her and it’s still so hot

<Alotta2love> foreplay? what’s foreplay?

<HannieBanannie> this has to be the best friendship in the world holy shit

“Oh, I hope you’re joking, Alotta2love. Foreplay is awesome.” Nick’s always been good at this. He can work this type of audience in ways Noah can’t. “Doesn’t matter what the main event is, you still should warm each other up… even if one of you is impatient.”

Holly scoffs at the dig, biting back playfully. “You’re such a shit. Like you’ve never been impatien--” she cuts off, gasping when Nick’s hand delves back into her center, slotting his fingers into her folds, avoiding her clit while the other hand grips her thigh tight. He can see the way her flesh indents around the digits, and Noah wonders if Nick’s ever left bruises on her, if that’s what he means when he said she likes it with a little sting.

Holly whimpers just as Nick dips a finger into her and he cusses, “Fuck. How are you already this wet?”

“Gee… I—I wonder.” She huffs, breathless. “Nick… Please--”

Nick nods, snickering, “I got you, Holls. Come on.” He moves out from behind her, letting her settle on her back before stretching out on his stomach between her legs. “You know,” he says, voice muffled in the skin of her inner thigh, “you’re lucky there’s more that needs to happen here. Having you all needy like this makes me want to spend all night seeing exactly how desperate I can make you.”

He noses along her folds, pulling another whimper from her before he lifts his head, raising his voice a bit as he addresses the stream. “Now when you find yourself ready to put your mouth to work, you never want to start full on… You need to build it up before you just suck on your partner's clit. Holly like’s little swipes of the tongue along her clit at first before I bring my fingers into it.” Nick lowers his head and does just that, swiping and rolling his tongue on her as Holly moans, hands curling into Nick’s sheets, and the sound goes straight to Noah’s cock. God, he’s so hard it hurts. He presses his palm down on the bulge in his jeans, desperate to soothe the ache that’s done nothing but grow the longer he watches the two of them together.

Noah can hear the pings of the chat going off, the clinking noises of the money coming in, but he can’t bring himself to look away, especially not when Nick slides a finger into her. She gasps, her hips already canting up in search of more.

“Do you want another?” Nick asks into her pussy, not even bothering to raise his head for her answer. Holly mumbles something unintelligible, and he wonders if it’s part of some sort of shorthand they’ve developed because Nick just nods and slides another finger in right along the first, spreading his free hand across the expanse of her lower belly.

“Some people don’t need or want penetration with oral, it all depends on your partner's preference.” Nick’s voice is low, strained, as if it's taking all he has to speak when he would just rather keep his mouth on her. “But Holly does… and see my other hand up here?” His fingers drum on her stomach. “She really enjoys it when I put a little pressure right here while I got my fingers inside her.” He pushes his hand down slightly, pulling a sharp cry from the woman beneath him.

Noah has to readjust, leaning forward so he can watch as Nick presses open-mouthed kisses against her folds before he sucks her clit into his mouth. One of Holly’s hands digs into his friend’s hair, holding him to her while she rolls her hips against his face, muttering fuck fuck fuck fuck before she cuts off with a strangled moan as her back bows and she cums on Nick’s fingers. Nick groans against her mound and he keeps going, fucking her through the aftershocks until she’s tugging his hair and gasping. He can smell her in the air when Nick pulls his fingers free with a curse, pushing himself up to fit his mouth to hers.

It’s needy, the way they kiss. Holly’s legs hitch around Nick’s waist and they groan into each other's mouths when he drops his hips down to grind against her. Noah wonders if it’s always this intense between them and he can’t help but feel like an interloper here, watching as they clutch at each other.

“I told you I was going to have a hard time keeping myself in check,” Nick mumbles when they pull apart, resting their foreheads together. “All I wanna do right now is sink myself inside you.”

“Yeah…” Holly breathes. One of her hands grips his backside, urging him to do it again, “I want it too… but… you—you can’t tell me you’re not looking forward to what’s happening next.”

“I know… You're right.” He kisses her one more time and then he’s pushing himself away from her with a grunt. "You good to keep going?"

Holly's smile is blinding, and Nick feels that tug in his chest again, the one he usually gets whenever they're together, the one he's gotten pretty adept at ignoring lately. "I'd tell you if I wasn't."

It takes everything in his power to leave her on the bed and trade places with Noah, but he does it nonetheless, planting himself in the chair Noah has vacated while the other man approaches the bed. He glances at the chat, curious, and what he sees makes his cheeks heat.

<Alotta2love> where do I sign up for a friendship like this?

<Amy357> are we sure they’re just friends $10 says they start dating soon if they’re not already.

<Sherry_Bomb29> I couldn’t care less, as long as they do this every once in a while.

<Sherry_Bomb29> I haven’t been this turned on in ages and they’re not even done.

Nick shakes his head. That’s enough of the chat for him, he decides, choosing to give his attention to Noah and Holly instead.

Noah's no stranger to sex, to casual hookups with no strings attached. Yet his hands twitch against her thighs when he fits himself between them, like he doesn't know where to start… God, she's beautiful, smiling up at him all loose-limbed and relaxed from the orgasm Nick gave her. It's almost overwhelming how much he just wants her. Fuck, he wants it all.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

His face heats.. “I uh—I just don’t quite know where I want to start.” He runs his hands up her thighs, letting them continue their way up her body, and he enjoys the way her breath hitches when he rubs his thumbs over the hardened peaks of her nipples showing through the thin material of her dress.

Her mouth opens, but Nick cuts in before she can say anything. "You're going to need to work her up again. What better way to start by kissing her?”

Holly rolls her eyes, raising herself on her elbows, and tilting her head to the side as she looks behind him. "I'm sorry," she replies, "are you the one driving here? Because I'm pretty sure it's just me and Noah on this bed."

He follows her gaze to see Nick put his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry… I’ll stop… Just thought I’d help you out a little.”

Judging by that smirk on his face, Nick’s not sorry at all, and Noah’s sure this isn’t the last time he’s going to be helpful. But he turns back to Holly, tipping her attention to him with a finger under her chin. “Is that where I should start, huh? Want me to kiss you?”

She bites her lip, nodding her head, and fuck, he can’t wait to nip at it. “Let me hear you say it, Holly.”

“Yes.”

He’s vaguely aware of Nick saying something to the stream about the importance of consent, but he’s too busy sliding his fingers through the dark waves of her hair, cupping the back of her head and pressing his lips to hers to fully pay attention. The first touch is soft, a little shy, but it quickly turns heated quickly when he feels her tongue sneak out to tease the seam of his lips. Noah groans, nipping at her bottom lip before opening his mouth to let it in to curl against his. He cups a breast, thumbing the nipple as he tightens his grip on her hair, lightly tugging her head back to grant his mouth access to the skin of her throat.

She fists her hands in his shirt as he nips and sucks his way down to her chest, where he can push a triangle cup out of the way so he can suck her nipple into his mouth. He remembers what Nick said about her liking a little sting, so he scrapes his teeth across the hardened bud and Noah can’t help but smile against her when he’s rewarded with a soft cry as she tries to grind her hips against his.

“Did you use your teeth? She really likes it when you use your teeth.” Nick cuts in again, causing Noah to roll his eyes before he pulls off her tit to level his friend with a look.

His eyes cut to the chat, and he almost wants to laugh.

<HannieBanannie> omg is someone jealous??

“Nah.” Noah answers, “he just wants to show off when he should be narrating for all you fine folks. Now,” he glances at Nick, “are you gonna let me get her off or not?”

He doesn’t wait for Nick to answer, turning back to Holly without another word. With new confidence, he caresses her thighs teasingly. One of his hands follows an invisible path to her center, while the other settles at the base of her throat. Her pupils expand and she tips her head back, baring her neck for him once more.

“You can choke me, if you want.” She murmurs, biting her lip again when he teases her folds with his thumb.

“Yeah?” he asks, enjoying her whimper when he pushes a finger into her. “Is that something you like?”

“Y—yeah… I do.” Holly stutters when he adds a second digit.

“Hm. Okay, then.” Noah nods, allowing his fingers to flex slowly around her neck as he lazily fucks her with his fingers. She’s so soft inside, so wet, and god, the sound she makes when he curls his fingers drives him insane.

She whines when he relaxes his hold on her throat, “You can handle me a little harder than that… I’m not made of glass.”

“Oh, I can tell.” His mouth pulls into a smirk as he squeezes her neck again, lowering his face to hers. “And that’s good… Only a tough girl could handle what I wanna do to you,” he whispers with satisfaction curling in his gut when he feels her juices drip down his fingers, “and some day, we’re gonna see just how much you can take—open up.”

Noah taps her lips with wet fingers, groaning when she opens her mouth to let the digits glide along her tongue, eyes zeroing on the way her cheeks hollow as she licks and sucks every bit of herself from his skin until he can’t take it anymore. Fuck, he thinks, he could play with her for hours without getting bored.

He squeezes tight around her throat one last time, pressing his mouth to hers briefly, letting his tongue drag across her parted lips before he pulls away; shuffling back until he finds himself face to face with her cunt. She’s so wet, her folds glisten with slick gathering around the edges of her hole and Noah wants nothing more than to drown in it.

“Would you want to try something?” He asks, abruptly pushing himself up to look at her.

Holly laughs, exasperated, “as long as it finally gets your mouth on me, I’m down for anything.”

“Will you sit on my face?”

“C’mere.”

Noah’s voice is soft as he settles on his back, tapping his chest as if to show her where she needs to go. She bites at her bottom lip, and tries to focus on the man below her, not Nick, or the camera and the laptop where she’d be able to see herself and what everybody watching is saying. His hands are comforting where they rest on her thighs as she straddles his head, slowly lowering her pussy to his mouth. The first touch of his tongue earns him a soft moan as her mouth falls open and one of her hands weaves into his hair. Her hips rock on their own accord before she can think to stop and Noah groans, pulling her up minutely to utter, “That’s it, ride my fucking face.”

Holly nods, gasping when his hands dig into her thighs to pull her to him once again, but she does as he asked; planting her knees beside his head, she tightens her grasp on his hair as she grinds on his tongue. Everything else fades as she loses herself in the feel of Noah’s mouth against her, her head falling back when she takes one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling the sensitive flesh until she’s whimpering.

“Holly, look at me.”

There’s no room for embarrassment as arousal floods her gut when she immediately follows Nick's request. He looks wrecked and Holly swears she can feel his desire across the small distance separating them. It heats her blood, adding to the ecstasy flowing through her when Noah slides three fingers into her without warning and she can’t look away, doesn’t dare to, as her orgasm takes hold. She cums with a curse, muttering Noah’s name in a choked gasp as she rides the wave out on his fingers and tongue.

He feels scattered, frayed. Out of all the ways he and Holly have fooled around, they’ve never done that, but after watching how the pleasure played across her face as she rode Noah’s face, he’ll be remedying that the next chance he gets.

The chat has been long abandoned; he stopped keeping track the second Holly started whimpering. His entire brain went offline, his head empty except for one thing and one thing only: want. Even now he has a hard time dragging his attention away from the two on the bed, as Noah finally releases his iron grip and she collapses beside him. Nick watches his friend turn to press a kiss to Holly’s thigh, saying something about how he could have kept going if she would have just let him. He clears his throat, attempting to pull himself together so he can address those watching.

<Amy357> fuck that was hot

<Amy357> who knew he had a control thing

<Hannie_Banannie> did you see the way she immediately looked at him?

<Hannie_Banannie> i’m gonna need new batteries after this

<Alotta2love> I don’t even care that he stopped talking

<Alotta2love> i haven’t came that hard in ages

Nick coughs. He’s not in the mood for his usual spiel tonight, desperate as he is to get his hands on Noah and Holly. He keeps it quick and simple, and if anything he can make up for it next time, but for now…

“Sorry I lost track there, but, uhm, thanks for hanging with us tonight and, uh, make sure to check your emails for info about next time,” then without another glance at the stream, the chat, any of it, he’s pressing the little ‘x’ in the left-hand corner.

The stream is barely closed before he slams the laptop shut, and he turns around just in time to see Holly and Noah crash together in a heated kiss. She tugs at his jeans just as he pulls off his shirt and once it's gone, he's helping her shove the denim down just enough for him to fit his cock inside her.

She cries out when he pushes his way inside, pulling away from Noah’s mouth to briefly meet Nick’s eyes over his shoulder before her lids flutter closed as Noah pulls his hips back, only to thrust into her sharply. They both groan as he finds his rhythm and the sound cuts Nick straight to the core. It spurs him into action, and his shirt finds the floor quickly, followed by his pants and underwear.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” He asks as he crosses to the bed, kneeling in the space beside her head.

“Y—you snooze, you lose,” Holly stutters. “But—oh fuck—you’re free to join… any… time.”

“Shit.” Noah makes a frustrated noise, and his hips pause mid-thrust before he pulls out of her completely. “I, uh, I need a second…” he pants, resting his forehead on her shoulder, “god, how do you feel so good?”

“Probably… the same way… you do?” Holly replies with a breathless smile, tangling her fingers in his hair to scratch at his scalp.

It's not jealousy that fills him as he witnesses the tender moment, it's something soft. Something that heats his insides in an entirely different way than the need coursing through him, and when Noah steps away to finish kicking off his pants, he takes his opportunity to join: asking Holly to sit up so he can slide himself between her and the headboard.

“I think you’re a little overdressed,” he says, reaching for the buckle of her harness. “How about we fix that?” Holly nods, turning her head to fit her mouth to his as he pulls the small strip of leather free from its buckle, sliding the straps down her arms before helping Noah with her dress. Her bare back is warm when she rests against his chest, the skin of her belly soft under his fingers where he touches her as Noah guides himself back inside her with a groan.

Her lower back rubs against his cock with every thrust of Noah’s hips, and Nick can’t find himself to care about the smear of precum that’s spreading on her skin as she tries to match Noah’s rhythm. It’s almost enough to send him over the edge, but then she arches against him, back bowing upwards, one of her hands reaches behind her to grasp his head, the other clutching Noah close as she writhes between them, mouth open in a silent cry.

“Shit shit shit,” Noah curses, “god that’s good. Sooo fucking good. I’m gonna—can I??”

Holly nods, swallowing thickly before uttering a hoarse, please. Almost immediately, Noah’s thrusts stutter. Cupping a hand behind Holly’s head, he pulls her mouth to his, letting her swallow his whimpers as his hips finally still.

They both groan when he pulls out, sharing one last kiss before he breaks away, leaning up into Nick’s space to press their lips together too. He tastes like Holly, but not so strongly that he doesn’t taste what’s uniquely Noah underneath.

“Well, that’s even hotter in person.” Holly pipes up, and they pause. “Do you think I could get a longer show sometime?”

He feels Noah’s mouth curve into a smile that matches his own as they part. “If that’s something you want, beautiful, anytime,” his eyes grow dark, a glint of mischievousness sparking to life as he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, “but right now, I think there’s another show I really wanna see instead.”

Nick’s hands grip her sides at Noah’s words, and if he thinks Holly forgot about him, he’s got another thing coming. She wasn’t lying when she said she picked her outfit for today based on Nick’s preferences; anytime Holly’s worn that dress since they’ve started hooking up, she quickly finds herself pressed against the nearest flat surface.

“What do you say, Holls?” Nick asks quietly, and it doesn’t matter that both of them have already taken her apart. Doesn’t matter that she can feel the soreness taking root in her cunt. Because this is Nick, and Holly knows beyond a doubt that she will always want him… always.

"Yeah… I'm good."

He's learned to trust her when she says she can keep going, so he nods and taps her hip. "Okay, then… c'mon."

It takes no time at all for her to get to her knees, maneuvering until she’s got one on either side of him, still facing Noah. Nick grips her waist with one hand while the other holds his cock steady so she can sink down onto him. He curses when he slips inside, wracking his brain for anything to distract him from the way her pussy feels around him as she takes him all in one go. She’s so wet, and it drives him crazy, knowing it's not just her, that some of it is Noah too; that he’s got both of them coating his dick, and he hopes this isn’t the last time because he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt this good.

With an iron grip, he digs his fingers into her waist as she starts to move, thighs flexing as she rises and falls on his cock and he'll be surprised if she doesn't have bruises in the morning, but Nick knows she likes it sometimes. Enjoys having reminders of this left over on her skin, especially when it’ll be months before they see each other again. He runs his other hand up the length of her back, enjoying the way her breath hitches when he takes hold of the back of her neck.

Nick wishes he would have asked her to turn around, so he can see her face when he rocks his hips, fucking into her with shallow thrusts, but the desperate noise Noah makes as he watches them is worth it. His balls start to tingle, the coil in his gut winding tight and he knows he’s going to lose it soon.

“Do you—do you think you can cum again?” he bites out.

“Maybe—oh shit--” Holly cuts off with a gasp as he feels Noah’s long fingers swipe across the both of them, gathering whatever has leaked out of her and onto his cock. Nick can feel his hand work as he rubs circles around her clit, spreading their combined juices on the sensitive skin.

“What about now, Holly?” Noah asks.

She nods. “Ye—yeah… Yeah.”

His eyes slip closed as he feels her inner walls quiver around him and he grunts, trying to hold on until she goes.

“Yeah… yeah you can,” Noah replies, and he can hear the smile in his voice, can see the cocky smirk in his mind’s eye, “because he feels good, doesn’t he?”

Holly whimpers, the ends of her hair tickling his hand when she nods.

“Then show me… let go.”

Holly cums with a wail, strangling his cock and pulling him over the edge with her; white noise fills his ears as he lets go, spilling into the clutch of her wet heat. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her close as they continue to move together, grinding against each other until it becomes too much.

“Well, fuck. That was hot.” Noah says, cutting through the post-coital silence, “Is it always like that with you two?”

Holly and Nick both laugh as she pulls off him. “I mean… Yeah?” Holly replies from where she comes to lie at his side.

“Yeah, it is.” He agrees, reaching out to slot his fingers through hers.

And later, as he watches Holly and Noah share soft smiles with each other over pizza and card games, Nick knows; it's all about the change for the three of them.

Three weeks later, Nick refunds Amy357 $10 from the last stream, along with a note: 'A bet is a bet.'

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