#go ahead and expose yourself now and save us both the time

[shiveringgroovy]

for those drabble requests. can gender neutral reader cuddle up in fyodors ribcage all comfy like.

bonus points if it’s written in a sweet/fluffy tone despite the viscera the request implies but go crazy go stupid

Crawling into Fyodor's Ribcage!

Contents: Crawling into Fyodor's ribcage. As one does. Pairing: Fyodor/GN!reader, no y/n or physical descriptions used Warnings: Gore, body horror, unrealistic/fantasy situation, breaking bones, it's all consensual though don't even worry Notes: Anon, this has got to be the best first request ever. I love to torture my homunculi and get all up in their organs. [Coughs, the Fyovan fic]

You originally introduced the idea of "crawling into his skin" as an off-hand joke. Fyodor was experienced in the medical field, having performed fringe surgeries and operations on many people he came in contact with, perhaps even you. You could never be too sure with him, he could've very easily had you microchipped. You weren't exactly sure what he'd say to your request, but he responded by wordlessly handing you a scalpel. Shocked, you sat dumbfounded. "Are you serious?" You stammered, holding the scalpel with shaking hands. Not out of fear, no. Excitement. He nodded. "Go ahead," getting up to lay on the floor, smiling up at you. His black hair framed his face like a halo as he began unbuttoning his shirt. You knelt at his side and felt the protruding ribs under your fingertips, the rise and fall of his chest, and the beat of his heart. You wanted to be closer to that beat, those soft insides that invite you just beneath the dermis. He held your hand and guided the scalpel just above the sternum and led it down to the pelvic region, dodging the navel. The cut was sloppy due to your shaking hands and his limited vision due to positioning, but it worked. You gingerly slid your index finger past the cut, warm blood gushing from the wound like a lazy stream pooling on his abdomen. Fyodor hummed, signalling you to keep going. "It doesn't hurt, love. You don't have to be so gentle with me." He assured you with a hand on your shoulder. You felt your face burn up at his words and used both hands to seperate the cut, tearing more skin. The sound wasn't too pleasant, but the great reveal of his insides made your stomach turn with delight. You plunged your hand into his viscera with newfound vigor, it almost felt like being in a hot tub. You loved that sensation and your remaining hand joined the other. Fyodor gasped. You had been so preoccupied with his insides that you hadn't gotten a glimpse of his face for some time. His face was flushed pink and sweating, saliva trickling from the corners of his lips. It was pretty, you thought. "Doing okay?" You chuckled. Fyodor nodded. "Mhm... It feels nice. Different, but nice." His voice was wavering, struggling to keep composure, but he was clearly enjoying it. You noticed his ribs you so revered on the outside, now finally fully exposed. Hungrily, you hooked your fingers under the costal cartilage and pulled outwards, the sickening crack paired with Fyodor's pleased sigh filling your ears. Everything was exposed beautifully, the heart, lungs, liver, diaphragm... all for your eyes to drink in like fine wine. Then, an idea crossed your mind. A little voice telling you to crawl in there and cuddle up closer than anyone ever has. You nudge and adjust some organs out of your way, gently lowering yourself into his chest cavity. Your entire body was soaked in his blood, caking and cracking. The metallic smell overwhelmed both of you, hanging damp in the air like fog. You could taste the blood if you so much as opened your mouth to speak. Fyodor was still fairly quiet, save for a few gasps drawn from his bitten and bloodied lips. You rested your head on his throat, holding his heart in your hands and feeling it beat. "This is nice." You hummed, craning your neck to kiss his chin. "It is," Fyodor agreed. You two didn't get up for a long time.

End notes: "I'm in your walls!" Oh yeah??? I'm in your thoracic cavity feeling your heartbeat up close and personal. Loser. Also, I'm a horror writer and most of my stuff revolves around gore and body horror. I hope I did the fluffy part justice :P And if my anatomy and physiology teacher happens to see this, can I get extra credit or something 💯

[strangelysamantha]

Part 2 of Photos with Jonathon Byers. 🦋📸

photos part two ☆

jonathon byers x fem!reader.

warnings: being exposed, mention of sexual photos, slight fighting/fighting, bullying.

summary: your brother, steve harrington, catches jonathon with graphic polaroids of your body.

a/n: thank you for this request!! flashback to season one of stranger things! <3 my masterlist is pinned on my page!

part one

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just before you reach the parking lot, you see a small group of people surrounding jonathan and his car. steve was with his so called "friends." you notice jonathan's bag is on the trunk of his car. school supplies spilling out. you rush over to the group. steve is holding up a pile of photos in his hand, tommy is looking at the photos as well. he looks as if he's amazed. you reach the group, standing closer to jonathan, still concerned. nancy had approached the situation as well. "what's going on?" she intervenes. you see her exchange looks back and forth between her friends and jon. he looks at you, with a sad face. tommy chuckles, "here's the starring lady." he stares into nancy's direction. she frowns, not understanding. "what are you talking about?" carol looks at the photos, taking them from steve. the way they were angled made it difficult to see what they were talking about.  

she turns her head to look at jonathan. "this creep was spying on us last night." carol takes a photo from the stack. "he was probably going to save this one for later." nicole grabs the photo from her hand and hands it to you. nancy comes closer, both silent, examining the photo. the picture is of nancy, with her shirt off. you stopped looking at the photo in your hands. it made you feel sick. you look over at jonathan. he doesn't bother to look back at you. you tried to say his name, but he didn't utter a word back. you just wanted to know why he would take this photo of her. steve carefully takes the photo from your hand and walks up to jonathan. he begins talking, "see, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but...man, that's the thing about perverts, it's hardwired into 'em." he yanks on the collar of jonathan's shirt. "you know, they just can't help themselves."  you look at steves hands, as he rips up the photo. tommy laughs from where he stands by the car. "so, we'll just have to take away his toy." steve walks to the trunk of the car, where the bag lays on it. "no please, not the camera." jonathan tries to take his bag back, but tommy blocked him from doing so. he opened the bag again. his face turns white. you look over at nancy. she looks disgusted and as confused as you were. steve pulls out more photos that were deeper in his bag. four photos to be exact. steve stares in your direction. his smile dropped, his eyes getting heavy.

"jonathan- i'll fucking kill you!" nancy intervenes. "steve! what are you talking about!?" she grabs his arm. "this little son of a bitch- has nude photos of my little sister!" he screams before making eye contact with him. "you've been fucking my sister haven't you!?" jonathan looks at you, and then back to steve. "haven't you?!" jonathan smiles, "yes, yes i have. no point in lying, the evidence is right in your hands." steve takes a big breath before walking over to jonathan. it's now time for you to intervene. you squish yourself in between them. "steve back off." he smiles before laughing. "or what? your gonna fuck him again? be a slut again? who's flannel is that? some boys? go ahead, do what you always do. whore around and run away. it's what you are good at." your taken aback by his words. "fuck you." you use all your force and pent-up anger to shove him. tears start to stream down your face. you look him in his eyes, "this flannel isn't some boys, it's hoppers. and jonathan's the only person i have slept with. he is my boyfriend." steve groans. "you've got to be kidding me."

you turn around and look at jonathan. "now, i don't know what the photos are. or what they mean. if you don't feel the same way you need to tell me that now." jonathon sighs, looking at you. "i do really like you." you nod, a small smile hung on your lips. "we'll talk later." you go to leave but notice nancy. "oh, nancy. barb is missing. she didn't come home last night. so, good luck because her parents are soon going to be asking where she is. you were the last one to see her." you know that sounded insincere, but you just wanted to show them how childish they were acting. nancy frowns, she nervously glanced around the group, before leaving as well.

while you're turning to walk away. you hear steve call out your name, you shake my head. "no, not right now." you continue to walk away from the group. you would usually go to barb about these things, but you couldn't. because she is missing. and everyone is too busy worrying about jonathan taking stupid photos then the actual problem at hand.

you decided to just head back home. your parents were still on a business trip. when you reach your house, steve's car was outside. you quietly open the door and rush to your room, desperate to avoid him. he called out your name, but you ignored him. you open your door, slamming it shut behind you, locking it. you change into a night gown. you were completely exhausted and over everyone. you pull back the thick comforter on your bed, before you hop in it. your eyes slowly shut, and you drift off to sleep.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Live

Lily does not deal with Elminster's visit well. At all. SFW.

“I’d hoped to introduce you to him in less dire circumstances, but those are hard to come by these days.”

Lily was not in a charitable mood. Rage was slowly building inside her after Elminster Aumar arrived at their camp and told Gale about Mystra’s request. “He didn’t seem much of a friend, showing up and demanding you kill yourself.” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

Please, don’t make this harder than it should be. Gale shook his head. “It’s not a demand he wanted to make of me. As Mystra’s Chosen, he had no choice but to deliver her message, however much it pained him to do so. For Mystra to have sent him…The severity of her bidding could not be clearer. Or weigh more heavily on me.” I thought I had more time. Time to learn, to read, to love you… “Time seems so infinite when you are young…a month is an age, a year is a lifetime…it is a strange feeling, to realize how little of it one might have left.”

Her mouth dropped open, exposing her fangs. “You’re seriously considering doing what Elminster said?”

“Of course---he offered the clearest solution to our problem. All I have to do is find the right place and time, close my eyes, and let go…” And think of you. I want to imagine your beautiful smile as I leave this world. “Then the slate will be clean, wrongs will be righted, the Absolute will be gone…and I along with it.”

She was growing angrier by the second. “So that’s it? You’re on a suicide mission now?”

Please. I beg of you. Make this easy for both of us. He smiled halfheartedly. “Possibly the most spectacular one ever conceived, but essentially yes. I am living on borrowed time, in more ways than one. Perhaps…perhaps this is now it must be.” As she began to protest, he raised a hand. “But that remains ahead of us for now. The Heart of the Absolute must be discovered before I can stop its beating.”

“You’re not blowing yourself up, Gale. I won’t let you.” Lily yelled; her fists balled at her sides.

“Let’s save such certainty for the moment such a decision is upon us. You may feel differently, once we know what we’re truly up against.”

“OH FUCK THAT SHIT!” She exploded, throwing her hands in the air. “FUCK THAT, GALE!” Turning, she stomped so full of anger but also very elegantly in her way away from his tent. Their other companions dared not look at him.

He found her not too far away from camp, swinging the Everburn Blade against cursed trees. She was clearly in a rage, her normally demonic purple eyes burning red. And it appears her wild magic has created a barrier of protective lights around her. Gods, she is so beautiful…

“FUCK THIS! FUCK YOU! FUCK OFF, MYSTRA WITH YOUR BULLSHIT! AND FUCK THAT OLD MAN COMING INTO MY CAMP AND TELLING THE MAN I LOVE TO KILL HIMSELF!”

Gale’s eyes widened. She…she…she loves me. He cleared his throat and watched the tall, voluptuous tiefling turn to face him. “Lily, be calm. It’s only me.” He held up his hands and smiled gently. “Be at ease, my dear.”

She ended her rage and within seconds, crumpled to the ground and sobbed.

A lady in distress?! MY LADY IN DISTRESS!!! My knees are going to be sore later but needs must! He crouched next to her (oof, that’s my knees cracking) and tried very awkwardly to wrap an arm around her broad shoulders. “Dearest, please dry your tears. It breaks my heart to see you cry.” See and hear. The first few nights when I heard her crying for her mother. Crying when Shadowheart was treating her for some awful wounds. And now she’s crying for me.

Lily sobbed into her clawed hands. “I-I don’t want you to die, Gale! I love you.” She suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace. As if she’s afraid of letting me go. Oh gods. “I love you. Please, please we will find another way. I promise. I don’t know where it is yet, but I’ll find it. I swear!” Tears continued to flow down her freckled cheeks. “I’m a barbarian of Clan Wildheart, and I will protect you damnit. I will fucking save you.” A broken sob emerged from her, making Gale’s heart break even more. “I will save you…”

“Of that, I have no doubt.” He shifted so that she could rest her head against him, and he inhaled her scent. Lavender soap from the Emerald Grove. She bought it from that halfling fellow. I remember her saying her shampoo makes her smell like cookies. Good gods, she’s the perfect woman. “And for the record, I do not wish to die. I’m terrified.” He felt tears in his eyes. “But with you at my side, I so firmly believe that we will survive this. That we must survive this. Do you know why?” My heart is beating at a tremendous rate. “Because I love you too, my darling girl. I wish to spend every day for the rest of my life making you smile. I wish to greet the days with you and make love to you all night.” He chuckled. “All day as well, if I’m being honest.” Relief washed over him as he felt heard her chuckle, her strong yet incredibly soft body rippling. “So please understand that I’ve no desire to end my life prematurely. I will fight for you, alongside you, however you want me…for as long as I can.”

They sat (on the bloody ground---my poor knees) for a few minutes in a comfortable silence. Lily held one of Gale’s hands in hers, caressing the top of his hand with her thumb. “You know,” she whispered. “Da always said everyone has their fish---their ultimate catch. You’re my fish, Gale. I’m not letting you go. Not ever.”

“That is quite possibly the most heartfelt and infinitely strange way to describe falling in love I’ve ever heard, dearest.” He smiled. My heart feels as if it will burst with the purest, most radiant joy I’ve ever known. His fingers gently traced circles where soft, freckled skin was exposed. “I love you.”

Sighing contentedly, Lily closed her eyes. “Love you too, magic man.”

I could stay like this for eons and never grow tired of it. However…there is something else she should know…whether she accepts it is another story. Straightening and tapping her hand lightly, he cleared his throat. “I, erm, there’s another…issue of sorts we need to discuss, darling.” Gale watched her gaze search his as she sat upright. “This earring isn’t simply a fantastic piece of jewelry.” He squeezed his eyes closed as he caused the glamour to disappear. “I-I understand if this is a deal breaker---that I lied. Again. However, I can explain—”

Gale never got a chance to explain.

Because Lily’s lips crashed into his, kissing him passionately and cupping his face in her strong and sexy hands. She chuckled as she leaned her forehead against his. “You’ve got nothing to explain, love.” She wrinkled her nose and giggled before kissing him again. “You’re still very yummy.”

“Is that so? I’m…yummy?” Yummy? No previous lover of mine has ever called me yummy. Am I yummy?

Lily gave him a quick peck on his bearded cheek before heaving herself up to stand and then offered a hand. “I can see the wheels turning, Gale love, and yes, you are yummy. Very much so.”

He very gratefully took her hand and stood. Oof, that’s my knees again. And my back. “I would say the same thing of you, darling, but first things first,” his brown eyes sparkled as he wrapped his arms around her thick waist and rested her head under her chin. “I love you, sweetness. I promise I will do everything to live. To survive.”

Before Lily had a chance to speak, her stomach did for her.

Rumbleeeeeeeeeeeeee.

They burst into laughter, and Gale could not help but giving lady love the most gentlemanly tap on her luscious ass. I wonder if she’ll let me—

“To make dinner?” she asked with a grin.

He stepped back and bowed. Again with my damn back!!!! “As my lady commands so I shall fulfill all her wishes, including dinner!”

It wasn’t the finest dinner---a pork stew with potatoes.

But I know there will be thousands more to come…

With my beautiful Lily at my side.

[senualothbrok]

Here you go anon! 1000 words of uncertain quality, covering the scene in the Shadow-cursed lands from Gale's POV. I hope this is what you were looking for, and that you like it (please let me know what you think)!

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A Brush With Danger

“Gale? Are you listening?”

Your gaze snaps back to Karlach. 

She huffs. “Come on, mate. I'm trying to save your life."

You shift awkwardly. “My apologies, Karlach.” 

“What did I just say?”

You scratch your head. She throws her hands up. 

“Your left flank, mate! You leave it wide open, every time! Those little fuckers are going to jump right in there and rip you apart. You won't even have time to cast Fireball before they get you.”

You make a show of nodding and frowning, to show you understand the severity of the situation. 

“Thank you, Karlach, for your most helpful observation.”

She shakes her head. She sighs, squeezing you on the shoulder.

“Pay attention, yeah? This place isn’t right. Can't have you dying on us.”

You manage a smile. “Not before we get to the Absolute.”

“And not even then.”

She charges ahead, greataxe poised, searching for traces of light.

Embarrassment smoulders within you as you trudge on. You glimpse Astarion’s smirk as he overtakes you. Tav lingers just ahead of you, meandering with laboured breaths. 

Your gaze returns to the bulge of her calves, the sliver of exposed skin through her torn sleeve. The stray hairs that stick to the curve of her neck, slick with sweat and dirt. 

You are a highly disciplined man. You are a master of self control. You have never been a slave to your desires, the yearnings of the flesh. Years of being at Mystra's beck and call taught you well. You have always been able to ignore it, press it down, subjugate it - your need, your lack. Your longing. Such things are for mortals, and not for gods. You convinced yourself that you must be above such things. They must be as remote to you as Mystra's distant home.

Yet you cannot tear your eyes away from her. Every movement that she makes burns within you. Every word is a scar.

You have not been yourself, since Elminster came. Since well before Elminster came. You never thought anyone would have use of you, fractured and disgraced as you are. When you met her, you expected that your days in this company would be numbered. You could not expect anyone to take on such a monumental risk with so little reward. What skills could you possibly bring that could outweigh the threat of destruction you carry? No amount of elementary spellcasting, esoteric trivia and hastily cooked meals could make the fatal risks of your presence acceptable.

But she has proved you wrong.

She turns, suddenly, meeting your gaze. Your first instinct is to look away. You have been caught, and you must hide your hunger for her, as you have from the start. 

When you shared a moment within the Weave, you felt her desire for you like a flood. You had retreated. You had imagined it, surely, or perhaps it was a fleeting lapse for her. Nothing more than a stirring of the loins, brought on by exhaustion and stress. A flirtation, in an instant of infatuation. It meant nothing, you told yourself. Whatever you felt for her, whatever long dead fires she ignited within you - you were to crush them down, as you always had. No good could come from them. 

But she pursued it. She asked you if you shared her feelings, so persistent despite your warnings about the orb. She made it clear she would not allow you to die, that she would defy Mystra and Elminster both. Your sacrifice was not an option she was willing to consider.

She did not ask you to leave.

Now, there is something in her expression that holds you still.  A bead of sweat trickles down her forehead, trailing down her flushed cheek, drifting down her chin. Her tongue darts over her bottom lip, which gleams wet and plump. 

“Are you alright, Gale?” 

Her voice is low, as though she is sharing a secret. A ripple of heat surges through you.

Perhaps it is because you know you will soon die, and your love for her is all that will remain of your life. Perhaps your imminent death makes you reckless, hungry, desperate for her - this mortal, flesh and blood, mud and sweat, so close you can reach out and touch her. 

You could touch her if you wanted, with the orb stable, your body free.

Her eyes dance over yours, lingering over your mouth. A sharp ache throbs within you.

You grasp for words - your crutch, your first defence. You cannot act, so you speak. But even in the moment of speaking, you are not sure what words will come.

“It’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side.”

She laughs. “Thrilling is one word for it.”

You clear your throat. “I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desire for… other forms of stimulation.”

Her eyebrows lift. 

“Have you ever read anything on that subject?”

She pauses, swallows.

“Read it? I could have written the thing.”

She wants you. You can see it. It unleashes something inside you.

“I believe you. You never look so beautiful as at the end of a stirring battle, your cheeks flushed, gaze bright, muscles glistening…”

A blush creeps from her cheeks down her neck. You are tormented by the thought of where it leads.

“Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near undead experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.” 

She bites her lip, her blue eyes blown wide. Your gaze roams over every contour of her body. But you remember where you are. You grimace.

“Unfortunately, this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.”

There is a heavy silence as you look at each other. When she drifts towards you, you are overcome by the tang of her sweat and musk. You lean into her, your nose almost grazing hers. Your eyelids flutter from the ghost of her mouth on yours.

“We'll find a time and place,” she breathes, before you break apart.

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I beg of you more Gale POV I'd love love to see you write the scene before and (maybe after) of the shadowland 'I once read a book' scene

Hello Anon, thank you for the ask! 🫶 I am activating my brain worms for this scene as we speak and will try and write something in Gale's POV. It may or may not be smut....

[vivmaek]

THE SIGNIFICANCE OF TIME LORDS

If you haven't already, check this post out first: ANNUAL PROFECTION YEARS

When looking at a Profection Chart, you’ll notice that a new planetary ruler is activated each year. These Time Lords provide themes and insights for the year ahead. 

Aries - Like the 1st House, this is all about embracing new beginnings. The year will move fast, and you’ll feel more decisive about the direction you want to move towards. In years past you may have felt unmotivated and aimless, the energy of Mars will bring with it a welcomed spark of ambition. You will feel more in touch with the present moment and with your body. A boost of confidence will make you feel more attractive and this would be an excellent time to make any physical changes to your appearance. A sense of newfound anger may arise, use this as motivation. 

Taurus - A year where you can slow down and relax. A sense of stability was built up within the prior year, and now you can rely upon that. Steady income is to be expected, and rather than focusing on moving up, you should focus on persevering. Save your energy and pay attention to what you have. If any relationships and connections need tending to, now is the time. You will start to establish your roots in what makes you the most comfortable. Your sense of security will be highlighted this year. Relying on a steady course of action will bring the best results. 

Gemini - You will find yourself chasing after many new interests and experiences. In a way, you might feel like a child again and will have the ability to see the world with fresh eyes. You’ll do anything you can to avoid boredom, and this will throw you into interesting situations. A spike in anxiety is to be expected, your body may feel on edge. You will face a lot of duality and contradictions throughout the year. Your perspective is beginning to shift and fracture. Laughter and mischief will be a constant. Rumors and communications will take on great significance.

Cancer - Connections will deepen this year. An attachment to home and family will grow. Domestic endeavors will be of importance, time spent alone will be valued. You may feel especially moody and connected to your emotions. You will seek nourishment and seek to provide nourishment to others. Your understanding on whatever discoveries made in recent years will strengthen and go more in depth. Massive shifts will occur this year turning your focus towards the internal world. You will learn more about what trust means to you and where you can find it. Your vulnerabilities will be exposed and instincts will be heightened. Lots of tears will be shed over the course of this year. 

Leo - Aspects of your identity are going to become loud during this year. You're putting focus on gaining the recognition that you deserve. You want your efforts to be appreciated and valued. Some drama and fun is to be expected. Life will begin to feel theatrical. Your sense of creativity will be heightened. Healing your inner-child will be important this year, give yourself the treatment you wished to receive as a kid. You might feel as though you are putting on performance when expressing yourself even if you are being genuine. You will break out of your shell and receive a mix of both love and hate, testing your authenticity. 

Virgo - This year is all about practicality. You are putting lots of thought into establishing a routine and are taking personal development incredibly seriously; on both a physical and mental level. Focus will be put on productivity and health. You are trying to be your best self. Establishing boundaries and keeping your peace will be important. You’ll find yourself paying attention to all the little things, details are impossible not to notice. You will gather resources and develop skills in organization. Your sense of judgment will sharpen and critical thought will override your mind. 

Libra - Social possibilities and opportunities will make themselves known during this year. Connections with others will be important, especially partnerships. Friends and lovers will be greatly significant. You are learning how much you should give to others, and learning how much you should take. Equality and gaining a sense of justice are important themes. You’re going to strike a balance within your life and will be able to handle conflicts with diplomatic tact. You might meet someone who will serve as a mirror, reflecting qualities that need to be changed or recognized back to you. Laws, legalities, and what it means to follow the rules will be important this year. 

Scorpio - A transformative year for sure. Everything you know is starting to change. It is time to confront deep problems and issues that are informing and affecting current behaviors and actions. You are connecting to what really makes you passionate and being asked to commit to it. Separations or a severing of sorts is to be expected. You are coming face to face with your shadow side. Traumas and wounds from the past will resurface. There is a focus on sex and intimacy during this year. Pushing boundaries while also keeping some intact is important. Secrets and situations that occur behind the scenes will be of great significance. 

Sagittarius - This year marks the start of an adventure. You might begin the pursuit of higher education, travel extensively, or simply begin to start thinking more broadly about the world around you. You will start to recognize how collective forces affect you and will turn away from individualized experiences. Your personal philosophy is being redefined and shaped. Your belief system is being called into question. You will feel very outgoing and exuberant, it will be hard to not chase after fun. You are being pushed towards your purpose with gusto and are developing a sense of optimism for the future. 

Capricorn - This is a tough year that will require patience, endurance, and humility. You may feel as though you are being punished for past wrongdoings, and this is exactly what is happening. But, these are lessons rather than punishments. This is the time to own up to past actions and endeavors. You have the foresight to see what could possibly go wrong, and it's up to you to fix these issues rather than simply ignoring them in the hopes that it will get better. You will have to work hard in order to prove yourself. This year will feel quite heavy and restrictive. 

Aquarius - A need for freedom and personal space will be of importance this year. You want to be independent and break away from what was formerly known. New ideas are emerging and you are going to explore new ways of thinking. Societal issues will take center stage and you’ll see how they affect your personal life. You will also break away from the definitions society has placed upon you and start to establish yourself independently. You might feel an urge to disconnect from what is old and no longer serving you. A need for community will be present over the course of this year. 

Pisces - This will be a year full of confusion and one may feel disconnected from reality. A sense of exhaustion may take over, rest is needed. You will lack direction and instead focus on more spiritual matters. It seems as though you’ve reached the end of a long journey and now you have to make sense of what it all means. Sacrifices and inconsistency are to be expected, this may leave you on edge. The possibilities that lay ahead seem endless, and it will be hard trying to come to a conclusion or to make decisive action. You are being asked to surrender, it's time to face the unknown. 

[blind0demon]

Little Soldier

Summary: Your work alongside the recom team went on normally until your body went into a heat cycle and you couldn't help but keep getting distracted from your missions. Fortunately, your Colonel knows just the right way to help you out. 

Pairing: Na'vi! Miles Quaritch x Na'vi! Gender Neutral! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,3K

Author's Note: No amount of water will stop my thirst for this man. Part two is up, you can read it here:

"I think they're gone" You whispered, as quietly as possible so as not to attract anyone to your location. Quaritch nodded and the both of you got out of your hiding place from under a big tree. None of you said anything, too busy looking for any signs of danger as you kept your weapons ready. After a moment of making sure that nothing is going to kill you, Miles turned towards you with an angered expression. "Do you have any idea that your distraction almost got both of us killed?" He snapped, making you look away in embarrassment, your fingers nervously tapping on the surface of your gun.

"I'm sorry, Sir. Won't happen again" You answered with humility, trying to ease the tension. It seems to have worked, as your Colonel signed in frustration and ordered you two to keep moving forward and find the rest of your crew. The two of you split from your team when you were attacked by Na'vi warriors as you were venturing through the forest. Fortunately, you were able to resist the attack without any losses. In the middle of the confrontation, you hid behind a tree to reload your weapon and couldn't help but stare at Miles.

Your hungry eyes unwillingly trailed through every part of his body, his focused expression, his muscles tightening and relaxing as he was shooting, everything about him made you lose concentration of the situation and almost get yourself killed. The man noticed you looking at him and pushed you on the ground, before an arrow could hit your skull. You were so busy admiring your Colonel that you didn't even realize that you were partially exposed from your hiding spot and became an easy target.

Luckily, your partner saved your life. You didn't have much time to think as the two of you began running away from the firing shots and before you knew it, accidentally fell into a trench that was impossible to notice. You met the ground many meters down the deeper part of the forest. You were lucky to be in the body of an Avatar as normally you'd break most of your bones from the impact but instead, you only received a few bruises and cuts.

Nothing serious happened to Miles either, at least those were good news. The two of you waited for a few minutes, trying to make sure that you weren't followed and now you're here. Your feet dragged you after your partner as you tried to find a way out of this place. Barely any light shone through the thick tree crowns and gigantic leaves while everything around you seemed quieter than usual. Unfortunately, your communicators broke due to the fall so you had no other way but to move forwards and find your team on your own.

You wanted to hit yourself in the head for being this stupid and ruining everything but you tried to keep your cool in front of Quaritch. You could sense this weird feeling growing in your body again as you looked at the man walking a few steps ahead of you. Your ears tilted back from the discomfort you experienced when you tried to keep yourself together and not think about Miles again and the things he could do to you.

Becoming a recom, you only expected the positive things coming from a new body. You are stronger, faster and overall a better version of your human self. However, after a few weeks of living as an Avatar, you noticed something unusual happening to you. You become horny but not just once in a while, everyday. At first, you thought nothing of it and assumed that it would go away after a few days but it didn't.

Your thoughts constantly drifted away into scenarios of you getting intimate with a certain person, your Colonel. Guilt ate you up every time you thought about him in an inappropriate way and you hated your organism for letting you know how much it wanted to get screwed by Quaritch. It felt as if your mind and body were split in two. Perhaps, you were in a mating cycle but you've never heard of it happening to Na'vi before and you felt too awkward to ask anyone else about it.

You are a soldier, you were trained to control yourself in the worst moments of war and now you can't even do that. You felt like a disappointment compared to your recom team and to Miles. You were never attracted to him as a human but after you two became Avatars, it changed. Out of all the other crew members, your stupid brain had to choose Quaritch to root over. Maybe it's because he was physically your age now and his features weren't too bad to look at either but you mostly assumed that it was because he had authority and was your leader.

Your dirty mind couldn't stop imagining him pinning you to a wall or bed and forcing you to listen to every command he'd give you. This man brought out thoughts from you that you never suspected yourself to have and it disgusted you. Unfortunately, you also loved it. A sight left your lips as you rubbed your hand against your face to put yourself together. Who knows when your problems will start to bother others to the extent that it might cost you your job.

What would the RDA do? Send you back to Earth as an Avatar? Right now, all you have to concentrate on is getting out of this place, seems easy. It would've been simple, if you were to walk with anybody else but Quaritch. You bit your lower lip, just imagining what those slim fingers could do to you while your eyes stared at the man's hands like a creep. So much for your focus on the mission.

Eventually, you encountered a river on your way and decided to rest nearby for a few minutes. You used the time to wash your face with the cold water to clear your head while Miles tended to the few wounds he got from the impact. Compared to you, he earned a few more injuries. It made you feel even worse about yourself for screwing up. "I'm really sorry for what had happened. I've been just… really distracted lately" You said, breaking the silence and catching his attention.

"It's alright, everyone fuckes up sometimes. Do you need to talk about it, (F/N)?" He asked, while turning towards you and looking at you in interest. You immediately tilted away and shifted in your seat. "No, I'd rather keep it to myself" You murmured awkwardly, trying to make it sound as polite as possible, your cheeks slowly turning red. No way in hell that you're telling him any of your recent thoughts. You won't be able to look at your reflection in the mirror for a week.

You felt his gaze lingering on your body as you tried to keep yourself busy, staring at the moving water in front of you. "If it's what I think it is, don't worry. You're not the only one" Quaritch said with a grin on his face and began to laugh when you shot your head in his direction and stared in shock. "What?!" You shouted in embarrassment, making sure that you didn't just hear things. "Well, I've also noticed myself lately getting a little 'distracted' as you'd say, and by observing you for the past few days, seems like I'm not the only one" He concluded, making you hit your hand against your forehead.

You wondered who else also realized your weird behavior recently, you had no idea that the others also experienced the same phenomenon. It felt shameful to think that you were the only one who struggled with keeping it a secret. Maybe it's because you're the youngest in the group, at least when you were a human. "I'm trying to keep myself at bay, I really do" You explained, hoping that he wouldn't think of you differently from now on. You wanted to be known as one of his best soldiers, not somebody who died in action because they couldn't stop feeling horny.

"I know, it's hard for everybody and I have to admit, it felt adorable to know that you couldn't keep your eyes away from me. I didn't know I was this charming" Quaritch jokes, only adding to the sheer embarrassment you felt from the whole situation. "Maybe I did, but it's not like I can control it! My mind just drifts away whenever I… look at you" You mumbled, just realizing what you just confessed to him.

You watched in horror as the man looked at you in surprise, before a smirk painted his face and he got off the ground. "Oh? And what exactly were you thinking about me?" He asked intrigued, putting a hand on his hip. Your heart was beating like crazy and you wondered how he didn't hear it from afar, he was just messing around, right? "Nothing, just forget what I said!" You shouted, your tail nervously sweeping around the grass behind you.

Your nervous babbling only seemed to amuse him more as he took a few steps towards and kneeled down to face you. He could only notice now how turned on he made you. Your chest was moving rapidly, your pupils were dilated and legs tightly held together as if they were going to fall off. "Look, I'm responsible for my team and for their members so when there's a problem, I will do anything to solve it" Miles said in a deep tone, while keeping eye contact.

You were barely able to keep yourself together by how close he was as his words hit your twitching ears. "It looks like I need to put my soldier back to their great shape again, what do you think, (Y/N)?" Quaritch's fingertips trailed along the side of your face as he gently spoke, his eyes digging into your own. Everything felt like a fever dream, you would've never imagined him offering anything like this to you. You felt like you could climax just by listening to him talking like this to you.

"But like, right now in the forest?" You asked, your voice trembling from the excitement and stress. "I told you before, we eat like Na'vi, we ride like Na'vi, we think Na'vi and we might as well fuck like Na'vi" Damn it, he really was serious. His words driften from your ears right into your lower regions, only worsening the arousal you felt for him. At this point, you wouldn't mind him screwing you up even on an aircraft full of people, you just needed to get off this horrible feeling. 

"So, what will it be? Will you let me help you?" Quaritch asked, gently tugging onto the metal pendant wrapped around your neck, the slight force adding to the excitement. You swallowed and nodded nervously, not sure if you could trust your voice at that moment, earning a smile from him. "Good answer. So, what were you thinking about the two of us?" He gave you another question, eager to know every detail of your fantasies that might help him work you up.

"We had sex" You blurted out matter of factly. The man smiled awkwardly and tilted his head to the side. You weren't exactly the best at showing your thoughts, didn't you. "Yeah, I could've predicted that… How about we start with something lighter?" He proposed, before resting his hand on your cheek and pressing his warm lips against yours. He could feel them tremble as you tried to relax under his ministrations, too exhilarated from everything happening around you.

His kisses felt surprisingly gentle and you soon calmed down and started returning the gesture as well. Every movement of his skin against yours sends thrills to every fiber of your body. You flinched away from him when you felt the top of his tongue run along your lower lip. "What a baby. First time?" Quaritch chuckled, making you look away and nod. It felt embarrassing to admit that even when you were in your late twenties before you died, you still hadn't slept with anybody besides for sharing a few kisses.

On Earth, you spent most of your time focusing on your career as a soldier and didn't care too much about relationships. The same thing happened on Pandora. "Don't worry, I will take good care of you" Miles reassured you with a toothy grin and pressed his lips against yours yet again but this time, you didn't resist when he deepened the kiss. You signed, as his tongue began exploring your mouth, the alien sensation radiating onto the rest of your body, setting it on fire.

You tried to mimic his movement, sloppily kissing him as well while your hands gripped the tall grass beneath you, too scared to touch him. Even if he allowed you to do this, he still felt inaccessible to you as Quaritch was still your leader. Like a forbidden fruit. Your lips separated after an intense session, gasping for air as you looked at each other in hunger. Miles looked even hotter than before, as he was now eyeing you like a predor about to eat its prey alive.

You wouldn't mind it though, too fixated on the throbbing feeling in your body, that was begging to be released. The last bits of rational thinking left you, when the man began sucking on your exposed neck, earning a moan from your lips. You couldn't help the lewd noises escaping, he just felt too good. In this state, your skin was even more sensitive than ever and it didn't allow you to keep quiet and collected.

Noticing your reaction, Miles took another step and traced his fingers along the exposed skin on your stomach in a tantalizing manner. His other hand took a firm hold on the back of your neck to keep you in place, as he kept on leaving marks under your chin. Your recom throat communicator stood in his way, so he swiftly took it off and kept going. You also wanted to touch him, but you had no idea what you were supposed to do in that situation, so you awkwardly wrapped your arms around his neck and let your fingernails drag across the bruises on his shoulder.

You smiled as Miles sighed each time your delicate digits traced patterns across his sensitive skin. You let out another moan when Quaritch found your sweet spot, that you had no idea existed, and began enthusiastically sucking on it, entitled to break you. Your fingers curled around his queue, enough to make his groan in excitement as his hand grabbed your hip, giving it a squeeze. His other limb roamed over the abs beneath your shirt, feeling your muscles tense underneath his touch, turning him on even more.

"Oh fuck, I will make you go insane once I stuff you nice and good" He growled in your ear. "You want this right? Having me fuck your tight little ass, don't you, soldier" Miles continued, taking a firm hold of your jaw and making you look at his heated eyes. "I do, Sir. Please" You breathed out, feeling your body tremble for more. "Let's get you ready then" Miles said with a satisfied smile, knowing how desperate he made you, just by making out. He got you wrapped around his finger.

You were told to lay on your elbows and relax as he will do all the work of preparing you for him. Relaxing wasn't exactly possible in your state as you laid on the grass nervously with your heart beating like you've just ran a marathon. You watched him slowly unbutton your pants alongside the belt and get rid of them and you sighed as the air hit your most vulnerable parts for him to see. Quaritch chuckled, seeing you fully exposed, swollen and throbbing just for him.

"Aww, it seems like someone's been struggling for a long time. Don't worry, sweetheart, I will make it up to you" He cooed and licked two of his fingers, before rubbing them around your opening. You didn't need a lot of preparation, as you were already on edge for days on end, so he didn't waste much time and pushed one of his fingers inside of you. You moaned at the pleasurable feeling, never experiencing anything like this before but it felt amazing.

Your muscles hugged him tightly, tempting him without intent as he worked on you. Soon, he joined another finger to stretch you further and you were now a mess underneath him, thrashing and moaning at the astonishing sensation he provided you. The burn of his digits twisting your insides gave you a bit of discomfort but you knew that the real deal will be a greater challenge. Just seeing the tent in his pants told you enough about his size and lord, it's going to break you.

You tried not to think about it at the moment, too busy consumed by the ecstacy in your system. After all, it's not everyday when you're getting fingered by Miles Quaritch. This moment will stay in your memories till the day you die. A curse left your mouth, when you started to feel your orgasm rapidly approaching but to your disappointment, your partner stopped and pulled his glistening fingers out of you, before you could finish.

You groaned at him, making him laugh at your pathetic state. "Easy, soldier. The main course is about to begin" He reassured you and took off his pants alongside his underwear, freeing his hard member that was ready to tear you apart. Just like you predicted, he was enormous. It's not like, you've seen anybody else's equipment but you could tell that he wasn't just average. It was hard and pulsating as Miles stroked himself while spreading your legs apart.

"This may hurt a little" He warned you, before entering you, immediately making you hiss in pain as you gripped his shoulder. Quaritch stopped halfway in, drawing little circles on your hip to try and ease your discomfort. The word 'little' didn't really identify the feeling you had at this moment as the burn spread through your body, making you ache. At the same time, you also experienced a great rush of dopamine from the pleasure of his manhood inside of you.

It's what you wanted from the start. No matter how many times you tried to touch yourself and make the terrible feeling go away, it was never enough. But now, your body finally got what it desperately craved for. "I will give you a moment to adjust, okay?" Miles asked, making you feel better to know that he cared about you but you're not going to wait. "No, keep going" You answered. "You sure?" He asked again and you only nodded, closing your eyes to endure another wave of pain when he pushed himself even further than before.

You breathed rapidly, trying to relax yourself while your muscles hugged his member, that was now fully seated inside of you. "Feels good, doesn't it? It will get only better once you get used to me" Miles breathed out, leaving kisses on the side of your face to soothe the pain you felt. "It's alright. I've been hunted, shot at and just fell a few stories down on the ground, I've been through worse" You joked, making him grin in amusement of how you tried to ease the situation.

"I know that you can handle it, you're my little recom after all" He said seductively and started to roll his hips against yours, making you melt at the sensation. It was already hard not to make a sound when he was fully inside you but now, that his manhood was massaging every sensitive part in your body, you couldn't help but be vocal about it. The pain slowly disappeared each second he thrusted into you, as you dug your nails into his back, unable to control yourself.

Your partner tugged his arms behind your shoulders and changed the angle of his entry to meet every sensitive spot in your body. Miles also wasn't silent about his experience. Each time you scratched his skin a little too hard, he growled in your ear and hit your insides even harder than before. Your tight ass drove him crazy and he forced himself not to lose control and fuck you like an animal. You were so pure and quiet compared to the others in his team that scraping you of the last bits of your innocence gave him the reason to live.

Just hearing your voice calling out for him made his member twitch in excitement as he was eager to finish, thanks to your body. "Harder, please" You begged him, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to keep him even closer than before. "Eager, aren't we?" He taunted, before sliding out of you, changing the position and sitting up, forcing you on his lap. "How about you take the lead, tiger?" Quaritch proposed with a smug smile.

You had no other choice but to comply when your body started to complain about the emptiness it felt. You circled your arms around his neck as you sunk yourself on his hard erection, both of you sighing at the returning bliss. You sucked the air in your lungs as the pleasurable experience of getting filled by him came back. Your hips started to move up and down his shaft, a bit sloppy as you've never done anything like this before.

Miles helped you out and took a hold of your hips, guiding you along him and thrusting upwards. He was so deep inside of you, that you could feel his balls brush against your ass when you moved. You breathed heavily against his ear, occasionally letting a moan slip by as your fingers ran along his short dark hair. Despite the growing pleasure and approaching climax, your pace didn't slow down as it only nagged you to go faster.

Quaritch knew that you wouldn't break under the pressure, you were trained to endure it after all, even if it wasn't meant for fucking. He watched in delight as you screwed yourself on his shaft, your muscles spasming each time the tip hit a deep spot in your insides. You were basically the same height, the only difference being that he was built a bit more than you. A curse left your lips as you felt yourself on edge again, glad that this time Miles won't stop you from finishing.

The man noticed your struggle and leaned into your neck, biting hard into your flesh, breaking the final straw and making you climax. You left out a broken moan, your body tightening around Quaritch as waves after waves of ecstasy hit you like a train. Your body was trembling and shaking at the overstimulation Miles gave you, still chasing his own orgasm. He wasn't far behind either, letting his fingers sink into your hips as he rapidly thrusted in your insides, before pulling out and cuming on your exposed stomach.

You watched him come undone under you, tilting his ears behind his head and shutting his eyes, letting the pleasure wash over him. Even at this state, he tried to keep himself collected in front of you but you knew that he struggled a lot. The two of you sat in silence for a while, trying to catch your breaths and pull yourself together. You felt a tingling sensation as the remains of his fluids ran down your abdomen and on your private parts. You didn't mind it too much, It would've been harder to clean up if he came inside you.

Only now did you realize what you had done and how close your face was to his so you flinched away from him in embarrassment, making him laugh. After a moment of cleaning and dressing up, Miles helped you get up and you now stood facing each other, your legs still slightly shaking. "Everything okay?" He asked. "Yeah" You answered, feeling a grin slowly creep on your face, remembering all the shameful acts you've done just a while ago.

"I'm glad to be of service. If you even need my help again, feel free to ask" Quaritch said, winking. A blush crept on your face again, as your tail swayed in excitement. Will there be another time? Right now, you felt relieved that the throbbing feeling in your body finally disappeared. Your mind was no longer occupied with thoughts you shouldn't have, especially in the middle of a serious mission. But you didn't know how long it's going to last. Perhaps one day when you'll need him again, you may just come by to his room. Just maybe.

"Oh, you forgot something" Miles said, as you were ready to leave and walked over to pick up your recom throat communicator from the ground that he removed before. He took a few steps towards you and slowly put it back on its place around your neck, his fingers tickling your still fragile skin. You found it sweet that he cared for such little things but in reality, Quaritch just used the opportunity to look up close at the hickeys he gave you. They were barely visible on the dark blue patterns of your skin but they were still there, letting everybody know that he made you his. His little soldier. 

[shorkbrian]

Street Cat hybrid shoto seems to like you so much, even more than he likes his owner Momo

When you come to see momo, he is 24/7 by your side, following you around all day long, touching you and your things, licking your neck just like he always did since he was a lil baby cat *W* and even worst, he still cries when you have tô tô home!

Why aren’t you his owner? It was you who saved him, but you couldn’t have a hybrid at your apartment, so you left him with your best friend.

It was you who made him more human. Without you, shoto would be still living in the street. But how could he feel at home when his home is you?

One day, Momo sends a message asking you to take care of him while she works for a few days in another country. She says he only wants you, and gets pissy and teary when someone else comes

You are happy to help— i mean, things are being so stressful at your new work! It has been a week since you saw Shoto.

It just happen that you carry so many new smells

Shoto doesn’t like that >:(

(This is a prompt/request. Feel free to change things or deny this shit. I just want some beastial sex with yandere shoto who cries while humping your pussy bc he finally feels at peace)

hoooooo my gosh 

(What to expect - NSFW, noncon, scenting, thoughts of watersports)

Hybrid Shouto who’s long and lean, milky skin scarred and marred in places from the various fights he’s had while living on the street.

He’s got enough muscles to crush you when he hugs you, to put significant weight on you when he tries to cuddle up in your lap as you talk to Momo. 

You’re close with Momo, having fun “girls night” when you and Jirou go over and drink wine, do each others nails, and talk about whatever been’s going on that week.

Shouto never interrupts, is always quiet as long as he’s by your side, purring when you scratch behind his ear, stretching out so he’s sprawled across your legs where you’re sitting on the floor.

Jirou and Momo think it’s cute how attached the hybrid is to you, coo at him whenever the hybrid jumps to follow you around Momo’s house, touching everything you touch, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder, hovering one step behind you like a clingy shadow.

It’s hard to say goodbye, especially with Shouto clinging to you, jaw set, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he begs you to stay, just a little longer.

So “girls night” turns into a fun sleepover, no big deal.

It’s adorable when you wake up to find the hybrid curled up at your feet, tail tucked around his body as he snores softly, ears twitching. When you go to make coffee, you bump into Momo, and barely begin telling her about the cute occurrence, before Shouto is padding into the kitchen, frown on his face, immediately jumping towards you.

Crushes you in a hug, pushes you against the counter as he comforts himself by stroking your shoulder, licking at your neck. “Thought you left...” The hybrid whines.

It’s easy to see how much he cares for his savior.

When Momo asks you to watch him, of course you say yes. He’s easy to please, with an even temperament and hardly any bad habits. You’d say his worst habit is his clinginess, how you can’t even go to the bathroom without the hybrid lurking outside of the door, waiting for you to get out so he can be close to you again.

But it seems he’s developed some unsavory traits living on the streets, as he pushes you to the floor as soon as you cross into Momo’s home.

“You smell different.” And it’s not a question. The hybrid’s cold nose is tickling your skin, first at your hands, then your throat, ghosting over your face before he drops down, pushes up your shirt a little so he can nose at your stomach.

“Hey! Shouto wha-”

“You smell awful.” He hisses, tail puffing up, ears flat against his head. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize.... I’ll go shower and change right now, okay? I’m sorry Sho’, I forgot you have such a sensitive nose.”

That calms him down a little bit, until you’re locking the bathroom door, Shouto stuck on the outside while you turn on the shower.

“Please let me in, I won’t look, just want to be close to you.” Comes his soft voice, and he sounds so sad, so plaintive, and you find yourself biting your lip.

“No, Shouto, I would like some privacy please while I shower. Afterwards we can cuddle or something, alright?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door, which is a tad worrying, but the quicker you can shower and change, the quicker you can go comfort the sensitive hybrid.

You find him curled up in his bed, buried underneath his blankets, frown on his face. It’s easy to slip in behind the hybrid, snuggling up against his furnace-like body heat.

No words are spoken, but the hybrid turns, buries his face into your neck, huffing and chuffing against your skin while you try not to squirm from the sensation. His little kitten licks tickle, especially when he starts grooming you, rough, textured tongue pulling rhythmically at your skin.

He dips too close to your chest, licking over your collarbone, but it’s innocent, harmless. Cats do this to each other when they feel safe, when they have a bond. You know Shouto is probably just trying to self-soothe after being left home all day. You know he’s a needy hybrid.

Shouto moves to lick at your arms, and that tickles even more, and you can’t stop from squirming and giggling a little when he licks at the crease of your elbow. Next thing you know, he has both of his slender, pale hands wrapped around one of your own hands, stuffing a few of your fingers into his mouth so he can suck on them.

You’re gasping in shock, surprised as you feel his fangs scrape over your flesh, the sensation strange and unexpected. “Shouto-!”

But the hybrid has his eyes closed, nose wiggling a bit as he falls into a rhythm, muscles relaxing as he settles down.

Another self-soothing gesture, you figure.

Today was a long day, and it doesn’t take too long before you get used to the unusual sensation of the hybrid’s tongue working over your fingers; it’s easy to fall asleep.

But when you wake up from your nap? Chaos.

Your shirt was askew, half your chest exposed, nipple pebbling in the cold as a neatly manicured hand rested over the meat of your breast.

The shorts you had slipped into out of the shower were still in place, but you were able to clearly feel the meat of Shouto’s erection as it rubbed against your mound, the hybrid’s hips stuttering forward as he panted above you, resting on an elbow.

He was gasping into your neck, quiet little breaths and held-back moans, trying not to wake you up.

But as soon as you got your bearings, began pushing at the hybrid, not even sure what to feel in this situation; Shouto lifted his head, blinking slowly.

“Want you to smell like me.” Is all the explanation that he offers, completely unmoving even as you get your hands underneath his chest and push.

“No-no, stop it, stop it right now Sho’.” Your voice is filled with panic, scratchy from sleep, weak.

Shouto shakes his head, buries it back into your neck as he starts licking at your skin, trying to comfort you, soothe you, calm you down. “I can’t...” But you knew what he was really saying, what was really running through his mind. I won’t.

The hybrid doesn’t settle until you’re drenched in sweat, wet and sticky from his cum as he’d pulled his cock out of his sleep shorts, came on your stomach, and thighs, and all over your shorts.

It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, how much you tell him that it’s wrong, how obviously unwanting you are of this treatment, Shouto doesn’t care.

Cum gets smeared on your face, into your hair, rubbed messily into your skin as Shouto nuzzles against you, purring as you tire from fighting him, grow limp underneath him, eyes staring blankly ahead as he violates you.

A small part of himself wants to go even further, to spread his seed into your mouth, down your throat, into your stomach. Shoot it deep into your womb, make you sticky and wet on not only the outside, but the inside too. An even worse, disgusting part of himself, a voice that Shouto refuses to listen to, gives him an urge to mark his territory in a primal, animalistic way.

Piss all over you, your belongings, until no one will come near you without smelling him.

Shouto wants you to smell like him, to smell claimed. By the time he’s done with you, it won’t matter how many showers you take - you won’t be able to rid yourself of his scent.

[parkersbliss]

Diamonds | K. Brekker

pairing; kaz brekker x female!reader

warnings: cursing, I think that’s it

wc; 2.3K

synopsis: dirtyhands doesn’t need anyone, but he wants you, even if he can’t have you

prompts: 001: “why do you care?” 047: “please just let me in.”

a/n: this went in a very different direction then I planned but I love it??

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Kaz Brekker was a lot of things.

Emotionally unavailable was one of them.

But you never thought much of it. You didn’t think less of him because of that. Surviving the barrel meant being cold, ruthless, and cunning.

Everyone had to have some dark side to them. It was a given.

But Kaz’s dark side never turned off. He was always in a constant state of brooding, thinking about all the ways the plan could fail or coming up with a new heist.

His brain never shuts off.

You never considered that a bad thing, but everyone has to rest eventually.

But rest wasn’t a word in Kaz’s dictionary. For him, resting meant thinking about other things.

Things that he wanted to forget.

So he busied himself with work, numbers, and other things to push the other thoughts out of his mind. Sometimes they were about Jordie and the harbor, sometimes they were about Rollins or you.

Kaz never wanted to forget you, but he didn’t want to think about you either. About the way, your lips curved up into a smile every time Jesper threw his arm around you. Or the way you throw your head back every time Nina makes a joke, the way you sit patiently with Wylan when he tries to read, the way you train so gracefully with Inej, and the way you make fun of Matthias�� accent.

He wants to push it all out of his mind because he doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t get how he manages to notice every detail about you.

It would cost him eventually, which is why he didn’t think about it. It’s why he tried to busy himself with things that have nothing to do with you.

But sometimes, it doesn’t always work out that way.

It was moments like these where Kaz is in a constant state of don’t fuck up and don’t say anything.

Which never goes in his favor.

The plan was simple, break-in and walk-out. There were three separate sections to the museum, and the event kept everyone pretty busy.

All you had to do was get in, steal a few jewels and then blend in with the crowd for the rest of the night.

It should be easy enough.

You all dress in your best attire, at least, the best attire that wouldn’t slow you down if you have to run. Kaz’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees you. Silky fabric, exposed skin, and all your beauty.

He nods at you as you fall into step behind him.

“You look nice,” You said.

“Thank you. So do you.”

You all find yourself in an ally by the museum as Inej scales the roof for her way in. You know she’s successful when the back entrance pops open, and she leans against the door frame with a satisfied smile on her face; her green dress trails along the floor as you make your way inside.

Bright fluorescent lights illuminate the hallway, and the sound of heels and Kaz’s cane echo down it. Kaz pick locks the three doors with ease, signaling for the groups of you to go in.

Matthias and Nina are responsible for the smaller riches, Inej, Wylan, and Jesper take care of replacing them, and you and Kaz get the big stuff.

The room sparkles with diamonds, almost blinding you. To Kaz, it smells like money. For each piece stolen, the two of you replace it with a cheaper place holder.

By the time anyone noticed, you would be gone.

You grab a ring off a stand, slipping it on and examining it in the light.

Kaz coughs, and you turn to face him.

He holds the most expensive piece in his hand, a diamond necklace.

It’s worth more than a quarter of a million kruge.

“Woah,” you breathe out. The diamonds are arranged in such a way that it sits close to the neck, and looks like small interconnected leaves.

“Wear it,” Kaz said.

“Kaz-”

“You would look… pretty with it,” The last part is barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” You agree, taking the piece from his hands. Your fingers barely brush his gloved ones as you take the necklace, clasping it around your neck.

Then, Kaz steps back. “I think we got most of it.”

You can’t take all of the riches, but you can take enough to make some serious bank. You exit the room, Kaz locking it after, and meet back in the hallway with everyone else. Inej and Nina both drip in equal expenses and gasp when they see your necklace.

“I almost want to keep it,” You said, touching the diamonds.

“It does look stunning on you,” Nina said.

“I’m sure we have enough to keep that piece,” Inej said, gesturing to the jewelry between you all.

“I do not understand the need for stones to prove one’s worth,” Matthias said.

Nina pats his shoulder, “It’s like you Fjerdans and your fur coats.”

"Witch," Matthias mumbled under his breath.

Kaz takes the lead, directing you to the main room. You can hear the sounds of people chattering, classical music floating in the air. You all split into smaller groups, mostly pairs, to avoid detection.

You and Kaz stay towards the center of the room, observing everyone else and waiting till the event ends.

As Kaz’s eyes sweep the ballroom, yours sweep over his face, familiarizing yourself with his features.

He has sharp cheekbones, fair skin, and a pointed nose. His lips are drawn down into the softest frown, and there are bags under his dark eyes. His eyebrow twitches ever so slightly whenever he sees someone he doesn’t like, and he runs a gloved hand through his hair, slicking it back more if it’s possible.

He was beautiful.

After a few more moments of mingling, they prepare to bring the jewelry out on display. You and Kaz back towards the exit, just in case something goes wrong.

The fake one sparkles just the same, and a clear difference can’t be seen. It’s only glass that Wylan had managed to craft by himself.

The servant gulps, taking careful steps with the case in his hand. His hands shake, and as he takes the first step up the stairs, he stumbles.

It shatters.

The glass scatters across the floor, the fake necklace you planted aside does the same, the pieces landing everywhere.

You can practically feel Kaz tense next to you when the crowd gasps; actual diamonds wouldn’t break.

“Don’t move,” Kaz whispers. He makes a hand gesture to the rest of the Dregs around the room that means remain still. “Act just as surprised.”

On any other occasion, it would be easy, but when the original necklace is dangling from your neck, it’s like an open target for anyone with eyes. Murmurs flow through the crowd, but no one pays any mind to the Dregs because you all look like you belong here. They’re looking for the black sheep among the white.

But they all look just the same.

“We will be conducting manual searches,” The guards announce.

“Saints,” You whisper, hand instinctively grabbing the diamonds on your neck.

“Plan B,” Kaz said. He meets Jesper’s eyes across the room, nodding his head, and Jesper smirks. He grabs one of his revolvers, firing a single shot and tucking it away before anyone notices. The crowd screams, everyone rushing to the exits as more shots are fired from various parties (some from Jesper, some from guards, or others who just love chaos).

You all make a run for it, using the main exit where guards were desperately trying to keep everyone in.

You watch Inej slip through with ease, Nina and Mattias next. Jesper gets held up, but he managed to talk his way out of it as Wylan tugs on his sleeve.

You and Kaz are last, taking your time to avoid being pushed in by the crowd. You could run ahead, get out before Kaz, but you don’t.

You stay by his side and maintain the slow pace, even when there’s a quarter of a million kruge hanging from your neck.

As you approach the exit, you’re one foot out when someone grabs your arm.

“I got her!” The guard shouts. He starts dragging you back inside as you try to dig your heel into their foot.

Then, in the span of a second, a cane comes down on his arm, a clear snap ringing out.

You stumble from their grasp, unknowingly using Kaz’s shoulder to steady yourself. He hisses but says nothing more because as soon as you notice, you let go.

“Nina!” You scream as the guards come pouring out the entrance.

It was clear who the target was.

The heartrender holds up her hands, effectively dropping their beat, but you underestimate how many there are.

“Run!” Jesper shouts.

And you do as you’re told. The guards open fire, and you bunch your dress in your hands, running through the streets of Ketterdam. Kaz begins to fall behind, and you slow down your pace.

“Jes, throw me a revolver!”

“What?”

“Throw it!”

Wylan rolls his eyes, fishing the gun from his boyfriend’s pocket and tossing it at you.

“What are you doing?” Kaz said.

“Saving your ass!” You reply.

“I don’t need your saving!” Kaz retorts, glaring at you.

You roll your eyes, “Fine, I’m covering you.”

“I don’t need that either.”

“Kaz-”

“I don’t need you!”

You nod, turning away from him to hide the hurt on your face. “No, of course, you don't."

You fire a single shot at a guard, busying yourself in taking a few out, so Kaz doesn’t get hit. When he’s a good way ahead, you sprint after the rest of the Dregs. You see the tail of Jesper’s coat disappear down an alleyway.

You fire one last round of shots and duck behind it. You move past Kaz, catching up with Jesper and thanking him.

He smiles, bumping your shoulder. “Anything for the lady.”

The slat is in sight, and you sigh in relief, happy to rest and unload all the jewels everyone is dripping in.

You could only imagine the amount of kruge you’d come up with.

Jesper opens the door for the Dregs, and you all practically collapse on the couch. You Nina and Inej are all on one, kicking off your heels.

“I hate heels,” You said.

“You’re telling me,” Inej replied. “Never again.”

Nina shrugs, “Annoying as hell, but they do work in place of a knife every now and then.”

“I am never without my knives.”

“We know.”

Kaz walks past you all, limping a bit worse than usual and going up to his office.

You don’t bother following after him. Instead, you all dump the jewelry on the table.

“Oh, saints,” Inej gasped.

Jesper leans back in his seat, “I think we’re set.”

“You’ll gamble it all away before we even cash it in,” Matthias said as Jesper scoffed.

“It’ll take me at least a few months to lose that.”

“Months?” Wylan asked.

“Like six tops.”

Everyone begins to argue, and you tune them out. You forgot about the most expensive piece hanging from your neck, absentmindedly playing with it. When you remember, you figure the best thing to do with it is give it up to Kaz.

With a sigh, you stand up, the fabric of your dress falling back into place.

You don’t bother knocking on his door, you know you should, but you didn’t care all that much.

“Here’s your necklace,” You said bitterly, dropping it on his desk.

“(Y/N)-”

“A quarter of a million kruge, enough to set you for life. That’s all you need, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Sure felt like it,” You snap.

“I just-,” Kaz sighed, avoiding your gaze. “Keep the necklace.”

“I don’t want it.”

“You don’t?” Kaz asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought you liked it. You should have it if that’s the case.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

You click your tongue, “Keep the fucking necklace, Kaz.”

Kaz curses himself, tugging at his hair. He was making the situation much worse. He didn’t know what to say that wouldn't piss you off. He thought the necklace would be like a peace offering, a sign of his thanks.

It backfired on him.

He’s bordering the line of being cold or grateful. When grateful didn’t work in his favor, he went for the other.

“I want you to have it.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Please, take it.”

“It’s worth money. That’s far more important to both of us.”

Kaz shuts his eyes, “(Y/N), please.”

And you know this isn't about the necklace anymore. It never really was.

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. You were tired of pretending to brush off your feelings. It was killing you. Every time you tried to do something, Kaz pushed you back. You couldn't keep doing this to yourself.

“You either want this, or you don’t. Which one is it?”

“Please,” he said softly.

You sigh, blinking harshly. Your heart hammers in your chest. You take a breath, trying to calm yourself.

“Kaz, I need you,” You said softly, “Please just let me in.”

“I can’t,” He said, voice strained as he fights his demons. God, he wants to, but he's scared. He's scared of pushing you away or hurting either of you in the process. He couldn't go through that kind of loss again.

“I will wait,” You said. “I will wait as long as you need. I just need to know that you’re in this too.”

Kaz meets your eyes. His are glassy as he holds the necklace tightly in his hands, running his gloved fingers over the diamonds.

He could lose you.

And that is far worse than not having you at all.

He slowly peels his gloves off. His movements are slow and deliberate, taking his time. When they’re off, he grabs the necklace and stands up.

You hold your breath as he stands behind you, brushing your hair out of the way. His fingers just barely dance across your skin, but they’re there.

He clasps the necklace, and you turn around to face him.

“Kaz?” You question.

“I need you too, (Y/N).”

“I’m not leaving," You assure him.

“Good. We’re in this.”

“We’re in this.”

[maizumis]

Hii! Another Haikyuu dad au! Can it be with the miya twins, Bokuto, Iwa, and Suna? They get into an argument with their pregnant wife so the wife tells them to leave her alone. The boys find a loophole so they talk to her baby bump about how sorry they are to their mama :)

— HAIKYUU BOYS ARGUING WITH YOU WHILE PREGNANT AND APOLOGIZING

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ angst to fluff ‼️different format cos I wanted to write more 🥴 thanks anon! hope you like it 😽 I think I'm gonna do a part two cos this got longer than expected and I couldn't add all the characters! not edited, that's work for tomorrow!

# MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu came home after a rough day at practice, excited to spend some time with you and baby boy that was about to come in just a month

all happiness he had quickly erased when he saw that the home was on the same that when he went to practice, dishes without washing and clothes without fold

" ‘tsumu you're home! we missed you!" he walked past you, he didn't even give you a side look, going directly to the bathroom "‘tsumu all okay? I made your favor–" "could ya please shut up? a come home after working and entire day for ma family and the house is like this? what did ya do the whole day?"

you were stuck in your place with wide eyes and hands over your belly "I'm sorry ‘tsumu, my back hurts a lot today and—" "save it, don’ wanna hear yer excuses"

"go fuck yourself then, miya, sleep in the comfiness of the couch today and don't you dare talk to me until tomorrow" with that you were gone to the master bedroom, fighting the tears that were in your eyes

he thought nothing about it and went to the shower, thinking what was he gonna eat for dinner then go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day

-

freshly out of the shower with pajamas on, he went to the kitchen to eat something, mesmerized when he saw the little note on the oven glass

"enjoy your meal! we love you!<3"

not only that, but that you made his favorite, knowing he was gonna come home late and exhausted after practice

memories of the recent fight came to his mind, he didn't even let you talk your mind, his throat feeling heavy with the guilt that he was experiencing, maybe he should let you talk after all

contradictory to your words, he went runnint to the shared bedroom, ready to apologise for being an ass "baby, yer awake?"

"not for you" you told him trying to hide your sobs, the day was awful, your back didn't let you do anything, the meal you cooked was an hour of fighting the back pain, thinking your ‘tsunj would be happy if he found this

"okay then, good thing a have a baby I can talk to"

he knelt down in front of you, carefully placing his head on the baby bump, caressing it from time to time

"I was an ass, sorry, a bad person to yer mom today baby, a came home and told her bad things, she was hurting and a Didi care, can ya tell her sorry for me?" he felt a kick on his cheek and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh, even with the tear-stained cheeks you were beautiful

" ‘tsumu, not cool what you did today, I wasn't feeling okay and I missed you, we missed you" your voice still a little wiggly after that crying session you had with your maternity pillow

finally, first name privileges, he thought "a know, am sorry, am so sorry, ya deserve so much better angel, am sorry"

"‘s okay tsum, cuddle me as an apologize, yeah?"

he never got into bed at that speed, quickly cuddling you with hands on your tummy while giving little pecks to your neck

"ya don't have to tell me twice"

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

before and during pregnancy you joined iwaizumi on his works out or runs from time to time, you knew he enjoyed his time doing it so, why don't join him?

today you were not feeling like it, morning sickness took over you and the bed seemed like the best place to stay all day, one day in bed wouldn't hurt, you thought

apparently it stroke a nerve on hajime "what are you doing in the bed? up! we need it go out! " '‘m sorry haji, not really feeling like it today, why don't you go and I make something when you return home?"

"what do you mean 'you don't feel like it' the only thing you do all day is laze around"

you took a deep breath before answering, knowing didn't meant what he say "well I'm sorry I'm pregnant iwaizumi, I can't help it. go on your run and we can eat something together when you return"

"fucking Clara wouldn't put this excuses on me" he murmured under his breath, hoping you didn't heard the mention of his ex partner

"repeat yourself iwaizumi hajime, I'm waiting"

"no baby— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"go out before I go out by myself iwaizumi, don't bother talk to me the rest of the day, I'm gonna make dinner and leave it on the fridge, I'm also gonna sleep in the guest room. fucking low of you iwaizumi, so fucking low"

he went out with a knot on his throat, he didn't need to bring that up— he knew you weren't feeling your best and then he still played that ex-girlfriend card. on the way back home he picked up flowers knowing you loved them, praying to anyone who was above him for your forgiveness

"I'm home"

"and I told you not to talk to me, iwaizumi"

being petty was right, the mention of his ex while carrying his first daughter because you didn't feel like going out today was bullshit, he didn't have an excuse

he looked down to the floor before closing the door and going to the living room to think about what he did, cheeks red of embarrassment because of his childish behavior

-

he waited for you to be asleep before going into the room, with the idea of carrying your to the king bed instead of this one, after all, he was the one that deserved the uncomfy room

before picking you he saw the pregnant belly, the shirt you were wearing rolled up so it was exposed to the cold air

" ‘m sorry baby, your mama doesn't deserve this, you have the right to be angry with me" tears were pricking his eyes, maybe he was thinking too ahead but would you leave him for this?

"I'm such and asshole, I hope you don't remember that lady's name" he told the fetus as if he was having an actual conversation face to face "behave for mom yeah? don't put more pressure on her than already did" with that he picked you up, without knowing you were fully awake the whole conversation

you let yourself be carried to the big bedroom, once you felt him place you on the bed, you tugged his shirt while looking at him with teary eyes "we need to talk tomorrow but please,stay hajime" you were still mad, but his company is what you were craving right now

"there's no way I'm not staying forever with you"

# SUNA RINTARO

rintaro was coming home late this past weeks but he finally had a free night! so you were excited to spend a bonding time with him and your unborn baby

finishing the little detail on the table such as the dry flowers and the candles, you hear the door being open "rinnie! you finally home! it felt like forever while waiting for you!" he gave you a sweet peck in your lips before going to his room to change his clothes

"oh~ I see you dressed fancy for the occasion! wait for me I think I have a dress that stills fits me!" "what do you mean? I'm going out with the inarizaki boys, kita is in town"

you stopped midway the hall that ended in your room, quickly walking towards your boyfriend again "what do you mean you're going out? what about what I made?"

"you made something?"

it was ridiculous to keep begging, maybe you should call it a day and watch some movies in the couch with a tube of ice cream, alone, again.

"okay then, have fun rin, don't drink to much and come home safe"

-

rin came home after a few hours out, he indeed had a good time with his old teammates but his mind was all the time one you, maybe he should have stay with you, eat some homemade food and cuddle all night while talking about nothing

he entered the house and saw you spread on the couch, huge blanket on with his highschool jersey on, long forgotten night snacks on the night table and Netflix on the tv

it wasn't only that what caught his eye but the table in the kitchen too, he walked towards it and saw it, the candles, the flower carefully placed on the middle of the table, the matching napkins and fancy plates, so that was what you were referring to earlier

guilt creeped all over his body, he didn't acknowledge your efforts to make a night for the both of you, was this negligence? he thought

going again to the couch, bending over so he would be at your height, he placed a hand on your belly before speaking

"you're allowed to be mad at me when you're born baby" he paused for a few seconds, thinking what was he gonna say next "papa is a fucking asshole— sorry, don't say that, papa is very clumsy from time to time"

"Rin?"

there you were! his hand came quickly behind your neck, pressing your forehead and noses together, lips brushing each other

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid— fuck, I really don't want to cry right now, I'm an horrible person"

you cupped his face with both your hands, eyes teary about to cry for a second time that day "you're not horrible Rin, it's just it feels lonely you know?" tears already going down your cheek, the sight made his heart ache, you were crying because of him

"I know you're out there trying to be the best for us but" your voice wiggly, you were really trying to hide the sobs you had inside "but sometimes it feels like you're not around anymore, I can't share the little moments I have because I wake up to an empty bed and go to sleep with the thought of you being out" full sobs were coming out of you at this point, days of pain finally reaching their point "and it hurts so bad not to have you around"

rintaro was crying along with you, you could feel his wet tears on your neck, where he was placing his head "and your absolutely right angel, I'm gonna be better for you– for the both of you, what about I take the day off tomorrow, yeah?" his quavering voice betraying him, even if you knew he was crying he wanted to be strong

"that sounds perfect rin... come cuddle me?"

carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he lit your favorite candle and snuggled you under the cost sheets

"cuddle you, all day long baby"

[hyuuckly]

their guilty pleasures

— mark & dream 00’ liners x fem!reader

— 2.1k

— smut

warnings: public sex, car sex, high sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, blowjob, fingering, coochie slapping, somnophilia

-mark lee-

okay mark is one horny whore. he’s an ass man. he’s the type to squeeze and rub your ass at any time, doesn’t matter where you guys are.

nothing better than to celebrate the end of exams by having a pool day with your friends. mark is laid on the flat pool chairs, watching you play around in the water. his stupid hot smirk on his face. finally, you get out of the pool and start walking toward him, sit next to his laying body to which he sits up and begins to move his hands all over your body with his chin against your shoulder. mark’s hands begin to move lower and lower until they reach the plush goodness that he becomes weak for. with your eyes wide open, you try to maintain your facial expression the same to avoid any suspicion from the others while mark continues to squeeze your skin and nip on your shoulder. his head then reaches closer to the side of your face, whispering how good you are for him in your ear. the warmth of his breath hitting your cold skin causes you to whimper quietly, make chuckles in response. you begin to relax into his touch until he pulls away, “let’s go for a swim.” you want to curse at him for teasing you but you refrain yourself as people are still around. your boyfriend stands up with his hand out for you to grab, you pout but still hold onto his hand and stand up. he leads you slowly into the pool, he chooses the end of the pool that is secluded and divided by a wall from the larger part of the pool where the others are playing around. he pushes you against the tile wall, hands immediately reaching for your ass and he begins to kiss down your neck and collarbone. the water ripples around you as mark starts to hump against you, letting you feel his hardness against his swim shorts. he’s groaning against your skin, barely caring about the fact your friends are here. thankfully, they are shouting, laughing, and making loud splashing noises in the water. his hands grip your skin roughly and they start to wander. his fingers brushing against your pussy, making you gasp. his left hand continues to massage your ass but his right thumb applies pressure onto your bud through the fabric, slowly circling it. his hips shoot upward each time a beautiful noise comes out of you. he’s being the biggest tease, not going faster on your clit. he wants to save your orgasm for when he can have you properly.

-huang renjun-

morning sex. that’s literally him. because what better way to start the day, right? i also feel like he’s the type to have wet dreams often and/or have morning wood frequently so he needs a solution

you awake first, met with the beautiful view of your boyfriend with messy hair and dressed in his large white shirt and grey boxers. you squint and rub your eyes when you see a dark patch on his bottoms, remnants of slightly dried cum seeped through the fabric. smirking to yourself, you crawl down until you’re laid between his legs. you graze your nails against his skin softly before placing soft kisses on his thigh. slowly, you peel the boxers down to expose his slightly hardened length. you wrap your hand around him, using some of his cum as lubricant but you add more by spitting onto the tip, watching your saliva drip past the tip and trace his cock. eagerly, you begin to lick around his length, trying to collect as much as his cum on your tongue as he’s the sweetest you’ve ever tasted. renjun’s breath fastens when you wrap your lips around him when he’s become hard enough. you look up at him to see him still fast asleep, you hum quietly around him before putting more of him into your mouth. your hands move to lightly scratch his stomach, then down to squeeze his thighs. being the light sleeper, renjun awakes the moment your nose reaches his hair. “oh fuck,” renjun swears he’s still dreaming. “such a cockslut. you couldn’t wait, huh, darling?” you try to pull off of him to snap back but renjun’s hands move fast to keep you still, causing you to choke around his length as he begins to thrust up into your throat. his fingers grip your hair so nicely you couldn’t help but let out sinful moans, joining your gagging noises. renjun’s hands leave to let you catch a breath and they transfer to your breasts, flicking and pinching your nipples. “come here, sweetheart. ride me, to make sure i’m awake.”

-lee jeno-

car sex. god this man would act like he doesn’t want to because it isn’t sAfE but deep down, he loves to see his princess all exposed for him, not being able to wait until you get home

“jeno,” you whine his name when he doesn’t look over at you. the hand that isn’t on the steering wheel squeezes your thigh, incredibly close to your panties. your skirt does no justice in covering you. “so impatient, princess,” he clicks his tongue and cocks his head to the side. you gulp at his tone. “open up for me, slut.” you oblige while also pushing your seat backward to make more room for your legs as you rest your back against the car door, right leg prompted on the dashboard and your left leg stretches behind jeno’s driver seat. jeno’s right hand moves up your inner thigh, his eyes still focused on the road ahead. he glances at your part for a split second which is enough time to catch a clear view of the big wet patch on your panties. “oh, the things you do to me,” he curses beneath his breath before he begins to massage your lady part. his thumb circles your clit through your underwear, making you whine for more. he growls and slaps your pussy before abruptly ripping your panties off. he looks back at you and moans at the sight of your glistening beauty and already fucked out expression. “you want me that much?” he coos. “i need you, jeno.” he chuckles at your response, silently replying by inserting one finger into you while simultaneously rubbing his thumb against your clit. he adds another finger, thrusting them in a heavenly pace. strings of your slick connect him hands to you. your juices gather down at the palm of his hand, some dripping down on the leather seat. he pulls his fingers out of you to suck on his own fingers, moaning at the taste of you. he looks at you as he uses his tongue to pick up the juices on your palm and wrist slowly. having enough, he pulls over to the side and turn his hazard lights on. without hesitation, he hooks his arms underneath your thighs to pull you close enough for him to ravish in your pussy. tongue exploring everywhere before stopping at your clit, flattening it against the bud and moving it up and down at a rapid pace. your loud moans fill the car and your hands grip his hair to make him stay in place. at this moment, jeno is thankful for his tinted windows since he can now take his time with you, giving you what you so desperately wanted that you couldn’t even wait to go home acting like the brat that you are.

-lee donghyuck-

his two favorite activities: (1) getting high and (2) fucking you. so why not combine them? he believes that it intensifies the pleasure of both sensations

you watch the smoke deep out of your boyfriend’s mouth, completely mesmerized at the sight of his plump lips parted as he rests his head back against the couch with his eyes closed. you move yourself so you’re straddling his lap, taking the joint between his fingers to take a hit before returning it to him. you keep the smoke in your mouth, waiting to release it until your lips begin to glide against his neck. he hums, vibrations can be felt by your lips. “i want you, hyuck.” your hands squeeze the bottom of his shirt, making him lift his head and open his eyes to be met with you just centimeters away from him. “you’re lucky i want you too then.” he smirks. he crashes his lips against yours, nibbling and licking your bottom lip. his hands rest on your ass, helping your move against him. the grey sweatpants he’s wearing doesn’t hide his boner well but it was a beautiful sight. he strips your shirt and bra off of you, immediately wrapping his lips around your nipple. his tongue traces your right nipple and flicks it while his fingers roll and pinch the other. “fuck, i need to be in you.” you hum, raising yourself off him so he can pull down his pants, you moan when you see that he isn’t wearing any underwear. his hard length slaps against his clothed stomach, precum leaking down the veins. you move the middle of your shorts and panties to the side, hyuck rubs you, spreading your wetness all over. he briefly inserts two fingers inside just to pull it out and push his fingers into your mouth while inserting his cock into you. his right index and middle fingers remain against your tongue, making you taste yourself, his left hand has gathered your hair together, pulling it back, exposing your bare neck for him. he drills into you, hips shooting off the couch at an inhumane speed. his lips attaches to your neck, whispering praises on how tight you are against your skin. with the drug filling his system and him filling you up so well that tears begin to well and you can no longer speak coherent words, hyuck is a happy man.

-na jaemin-

since he loves photographing memories, he has a collection of polaroids of you during sex, after sex, and your nudes which he shamelessly looks at when you can’t be there to take care of him

jaemin rummages through his drawers, desperately trying to find the equivalent to a pot of gold to him. he practically yelps out of excitement when he sees them hidden at the back of his middle drawer, he reaches out for them and looks through them, feeling his cock become harder as he look at you. there’s a polaroid of you laying on your stomach, showing off jaemin’s large load seeping out of you. another is you licking up his thick, red cock on your knees while looking up at the camera with puppy eyes. he eyes the one that’s just your tits covered in his semen. one favorite of his is a view of your opened mouth filled with his cum up close after you had sucked him off clean, thick strings of his cum connect the roof of your mouth to the bottom. jaemin could go crazy right now, he begins to rub himself through his sweats. placing the polaroid on the table, he uses his arms to lean against the table in front of him, eyes never leaving the polaroids. he pulls his sweatpants just enough for his cock to be release into the cool air, making him hiss. closing his eyes, he moans your name when he wraps his hand around his long length, trying to mimic your usual movements. he ruts upward into his hand. he bites his lip to conceal his moans. he stops momentarily to switch positions. jaemin rests both his hands on the edge of the table, forming a hole with them. “fuck, y/n.” he inserts himself between his hands, imagining he was taking you against his desk like how he’s done multiple times, and you’d always be such a good, pliant girl for him which he made sure you knew of it. his fervent thrusts causes some items to fall of his desk but he couldn’t care less when he was so close to his release. “baby, i’m so close- so so close.” his hands tighten around his cock, making him groan and hips begin to stutter. he opens his eyes only to be met with the polaroid spread out in front of him, he moans out your name loudly as his eyes never leave the pictures in front of him. he then recalls the moments when those pictures were taken, he begins to feel your touch, hear your whispers and moans, and vividly visualizes how his cum seeps out of you so smoothly as you clench the liquid out. he repeatedly curses as he reaches his release, his cum spurting all over the polaroids. jaemin takes a minute to catch his breath before picking up each polaroid to lick off the cum off of it. he has to keep his baby clean, of course.

[lovedbysolaris]

The Plague of Hope. (Avatrice x Reader) Part 2.

Summary: After the release of the angel Adriel, what happens when the Halo's Bearer is given a little help from the man above?

Story takes place during Season 2.

WARNINGS- Blood, fighting, you know the deal anything WN got; this got.

<3- Somewhat a slow burner but it will be worth it. the reader is GN but is giving masc vibes. if you not feeling that go ahead and imagine what you like!

chapter 1.

Word Count: 3.2k

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“The world is at stake, maybe once we save it we can focus on being friends.” you spoke quietly hopping off the rail placing the guitar on its stand taking one last look at the two girls. “I’d hate to make you my friends and then have to lose you in the process of this chaos.” smiling sadly hoping the two would understand, you made your way back inside sitting at the table where Rowin is placing a few plates down. 

“He is on his way and I am going to warn you now, he is not happy with you.” your eyes widened at the last six words as you stood up opening your mouth when the door flew open. A man walked in grabbing a fist full of your hair dragging you out the balcony where the girls were. Struggling against his hold, he tossed you over the balcony onto the open yet fenced field. Landing on your side, Rowin stood next to the women sighing lightly. “Come girls, we’ll take the safer way.” The hooded man hopped down from the balcony making his way towards you. 

“How many fucking times do i tell you-” a foot was sent into your stomach sucking the air out from your lungs as you tried your best to shield yourself from the amount of kicks he was sending your way. “Not to follow the damn arrows until they’re what Y/n?” you couldn't answer due to the blood that pooled your mouth. His hand grabbed your hair once more, lifting you onto your feet. At this point, Rowin and the girls were watching the interaction between you both, Ava took a step forward only to have the older man place his arm out in front of her. 

“This is something you do not want to get in between.” Beatrice placed her hand on Ava’s shoulder shaking her head. 

“Speak, you child!” he spat in your face, tears filling your eyes once you met his own. A light flashed between you two when he tossed you a few yards away from him. 

“Rule 4, do not show weakness.” He spoke getting into a fighting stance. You stood up spitting out the blood that dripped down your lips. Once you got into your fighting stance he sent you a smile that sent chills down your spine. “Please, not in front of them.” you whispered. You knew he could hear but that didn’t stop him from speaking-

“What? You don’t want the warrior and our sister to know how you were treated like trash? A mutt for the streets. How your parents placed you on your grandmother's doorstep cause they couldn’t even look at you.” 

“Shut your mouth.” you spat venom coating those three words but he continued. 

“How you loved a girl who died to keep your pathetic little secret.” Ava grunted softly trying to control this new feeling from the Halo. her fingers wrapped around Beatrice's arm. The sister turned to see Avas back glowing.

“What's wrong?” Bea whispered, Ava shrugged her shoulders keeping her eyes glued to the two in front of her. 

“Stop.” taking out the scroll from your pocket, the girls focused their gaze on the familiar paper in your hand when Rowin took a few steps back. “I think we need to take a few more steps back for what is about to happen.”

“No. You go and get yourself exposed to the OCS and now look at you…” he paused looking back at the three. 

“It’s practice.” Rowin spoke softly to the girls who were confused on why this specific tactic is being used on you. 

“You got the warrior nun involved. You're supposed to be prepared to rip Adriel to shreds but here you are trying to control your little feelings for the Warrior nun.” you grunted looking down at the secret that was now out. Ava furrowed her eyebrows as her Halos hue brightened; it was like she could feel your emotions. She could feel…you. 

“Gabriel gave his love to a freak. To a weak child. another death being placed in your hands because you are not ready. The warrior nun will die and you will see her protector be ripped to shreds because of you. You. Are. Weak.” 

“I said shut your mouth.” you whispered, kneeling , placing one hand against the ground. 

“Or what?” 

The crown now visible on your head illuminated and the scroll now disappeared from your hand. You slowly lifted your head meeting the man's eyes. You rushed towards him at the speed of light sending a fist into his chest. He flew into the wall causing a few chips from the impact to fall on him. You turned to the three making your way to them when a gust of wind sent you to the ground. The man straddled you yet with a buck of your hips you send him over flipping onto your feet, 

“You’re holding back.” he mumbled standing, you shook your head trying to control the unknown feeling in your chest. As you were distracted on the pull from the crown the hooded man grabbed a weapon from his back pocket sending three shots into your chest. Falling onto your back, he made his way towards the three. 

“If i-” the man started grabbing Ava’s shoulder placing her on her knees, placing a blue lit knife to her neck. “Slit her throat, you will have no choice but to kill yourself. She is your last chance at being able to be free but if you hold back, you will lose her just as you lost Destiny.” Once you heard a small whimper fall from Ava’s lips everything happened in a matter of seconds. You rushed towards the man grabbing him by the neck digging him into the ground beneath you. Your eyes lit brighter than they have ever been and with a clench of your fist, the scroll appeared yet lit into the sword that resembled the one in Rowins forge. The weapon shined brighter once it was brought closer to the man's neck. 

“Put your hands on them again and I will kill you.” the hooded man smiled as you let go. He stood up yet only to receive another punch to his jaw. A snap echoed through the field, his body fell limp as you turned, walking to the trio. 

“He’ll live.” you spoke moving past them grabbing the spear from the wall that held multiple combat weapons. Ava gasped at the hooded man when he stood up dusting the dirt off his jacket. You hummed, sending a tight lipped smile towards a shocked Beatrice, Rowin laughed softly at the play. Tossing up the spear, you caught it then sending the weapon full force at the man. Ava placed her hands over her mouth when the spear struck into his chest shoving him against the wall. A dramatic sigh left your mouth when the gold hue faded from your body. Patting Rowin on his shoulder he huffed pushing the girls to the struggling man. 

“Best training I've seen out of you.” Rowin spoke which you shook your head in return, finally making it to the man who was coughing up blood. Finally setting his eyes on you he laughed loudly.

“I might have to use that girl as leverage if you’re going to be fighting like that.” You rolled your eyes yanking the spear out his chest. Beatrice, still shocked at the situation, glanced between the hooded man and you. 

“Don’t tell me there is another child beside you?” you shook your head snorting, Ava grabbed your shoulder which did in fact send a bolt of electricity to the crown that sat unseen on your head. A faint hue lit from her back which led her to move her hand away. Ava cleared her throat taking a step next to Beatrice. 

“Who are you?” the man took off his hood extending his hand. 

“My name is Cain. The child's protector. Finally, after thousands of years I have a job I actually enjoy.” Both pairs of eyes widen when you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“To sum everything up; yes, he is the Cain from the bible. Yes, he killed his brother. Yes, he was punished by god. Yes, he is immortal. And yes, he is an asshole. Now, can we go inside?” Cain sent a sarcastic smile lightly pushing me towards the entrance. 

“Awe did your anger tire you out?” Cain joked as everyone followed you out the field into the safe house. 

“No, your shit did.” a grunt slipped your mouth from the profanity. Walking into the safe house, you made a beeline to your cot grabbing the box hidden underneath. Rowin lent his hand towards the table sitting in his seat. Cain followed your movements to the kitchen letting out a very loud laugh. Grabbing the curtain that hid between the kitchen and bookshelf you swung it across for privacy, your silhouette still peaking through Rowin gently tapped Cain’s hip as a warning. 

“Leave them.” Cain groaned wrapping his arm around the man's shoulder placing a kiss against his head. 

“Well at least we get some comforting music with this wonderful dinner my love has made.” Cain jokes. Beatrice scanned around the room to find the source of music but could not find any. Sending a look towards the shorter girl, Ava shrugged digging into the food. After a few seconds of utensils scrapping the plates, quiet chewing and the faucet running, Ava's eyes wandered back up to your back when she noticed the glow around your body. 

Your shaking hands grabbed a packet of white powder sprinkling a few into a small bowl. Placing the item under the running water the substance turned a light blue color which caused a faint gag to slip out your mouth. Placing the bowl onto the side of the sink, you grabbed the blue rock that sat in the box away from all the ingredients. Silently cursing, you dropped the rock into the bowl. A hissing noise killed the silence in the room, Cain smiled widely at the sound and Rowin sighed softly grabbing a small pillow that sat next to Beatrice's leg. 

“Oh I love this song.” Cain sang, Ava looked between the three at the table confused on what song was playing. You swallowed the lump in your throat grabbing the bowl bringing it up to your lips. Taking in a sharp breath, you opened your mouth downing the substance in the bowl. Opening the curtain, Rowin tossed you the pillow which you extended your arm to catch it but your body went limp causing you to crash into the ground. 

“Aweh,” Rowin hummed, “They were able to catch it last time.” Beatrice's eyes widen moving from her seat to you. Her hands went under your head, your eyes remained wide and the color from your skin drained drastically. 

“What is happening?” Ava projected, the halo began to glow when the blue ignited in your veins. You let out a loud wail when the substance met with your wounds from the interaction earlier with your mentor, Cain smiled swaying his hand to your cries. 

“Music to my ears.” Rowin placed his hand in Cain's, bringing it down to his lap. Shaking his head, Cain grumbled, stopping his playful banter. Ava snapped out her frozen state sprinting to your side,

“Hey! Look at me, you’re okay!” Ava spoke, panic clearly seeping from her lips. The wounds on your skin began to heal, sweat began to coat your body as you slowly exhaled through your nose. Finally blinking back into reality, Beatrice placed a hand against your cheek and you flinched at the physical touch. Rowin cleared his throat standing from his seat handing a water bottle to Beatrice. She grabbed the bottle, opened the lid, and placed the rim against your lip. Still in a mild shock, you looked between the bottle and Beatrice trying to navigate through the horrid voices that screamed in your head. You crawled away from the pair planting your face on the hardwood floor. Ava glanced at the two men who continued to eat their dinner ignoring you, anger bubbled in her stomach which caused the Halo to glow. 

“What the literal fuck? You're just going to sit there and watch them die?” Ava growled, sending her fist into the table. “You're both cowards.” 

Beatrice kept her eyes glued to your fatigue state trying her best to read your movements, till it clicked. She inched her way towards you, placing a hand on your knee. “It’s okay, you're safe.” Shaking your head the voices grew louder but faded in and out when her hand was placed against your cheek. 

“I am right here, no one is going to hurt you.” her voice was calm…the calm you desperately searched for your whole life. Calm; the same as the voice that sang you to sleep when you were a child. The calm that pulled you back from the horrible nights where you felt as if the world swallowed you whole and spat you out. Her hand slipped into yours and like that…it was silent. The voices were gone in an instant, eyes snapping to the girl you saw this warm aura seeping from her skin. She tried once again placing the rim of the water bottle to your lips, 

“Drink, please.” you parted your lips letting the cold substance enter your mouth, gripping her hand you opened wider chugging the whole bottle. Rowins eyes widen completely ignoring Ava’s profanity nudging Cain to look at the new interaction. 

“Awe, the kid finally found their source.”Cain sang, you sat up looking around the room, locking eyes with Ava, the halo began to glow when the crown on your head became visible. 

“You could hear them…” you whispered, Ava nodded her head taking a seat next to you. “How do you do it?” the warrior shaking her head looking down, “Being paralyzed almost your whole life this is a walk in the park for me.” your eyes moved away from her own, as your hands went to the zipper of the sweater you wore unzipping to reveal the bloodied white tee. Lifting your shirt, the girls kept their eyes peeled on your stomach that was covered in foregin tattoos. The open wounds were now closed and left as scars, Ava extended her hand placing a finger against the sealed wounds. 

“Why don’t you fully heal?” she asked, glancing at Beatrice every couple seconds. “When I heal, they're gone. Why don’t yours?” 

“Not everyone gets the same gifts… These are reminders that I, in fact, am human.” 

“And they have yet to unlock their gifts.” Ava snapped her head to Cain who leaned back with his arm around Rowin. 

“What?” Beatrice was the one to ask, you scoffed standing to your feet making walking away, Cain snorted grabbing the salt in front of him pouring it onto the table. Ava threw the man a look which he shrugged. “I've been punished by god, bad luck can't compete with that.” the girls sat back at the table tearing their attention away from you. You went back out to the balcony trying your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

“When you became the Halo bearer you were gifted with enhanced abilities. Since angel Gabriel was one of the closest to the man himself he did have enhanced abilities just…a bit more than any other angel.” Rowin spoke as Cain ran his hand over the salt to draw foregin symbols. Beatrice leaned over the table mumbling gibberish to herself. 

“Nature's elements.” she spoke out pointing at the symbols naming each of them. “Earth, wind, fire and water.” Ava chewed her fingernails glancing every now and then at the balcony, Bea mindlessly placed a hand on the shorter girl's arm stopping her from fidgeting. 

“So they have supernatural abilities?” Ava spoke, Rowin nodded-

“Yes, but the kid still has yet to discover them. If they do not unlock them by the time we come face to face with Adriel, not only will he kill them-” Cain leaned back finishing the latin writing- “Adriel will possess their power, making him unstoppable.” Beatrice spoke, Cain nodded, waving his hand causing the writing and salt to disappear. 

“Have they discovered anything yet?” Ava asked, Rowin nodded his head glancing at the balcony. Ava grunted feeling the Halo go in and out. She felt…greif, disappointment, and anger. You vaulted over the balcony landing swiftly on the field you to the center slowly dropping to your knees…finally, the tears flowed down your cheeks. 

“Well…” Cain started when a cold breeze made its way through the balcony into the safe house. Ava wrapped her arms around herself trying to brush off the chills that not only ran along her skin but down her spine. A shift in the atmosphere took a wide turn when the door flashed with lightning. 

“From what we see, the only time we get small reactions would be through an overload of emotions like right now.” a crash of thunder shook the roof, Beatrice stood up making her way to the balcony eyes trying to spot you. You held yourself embracing the cold that you brought upon yourself. Gaining control of your tears, the rain stopped. You looked around noticing the rain came to a halt. Huh, five minutes. A new record. Standing to your feet, you made your way to the stairs next to the balcony. You looked between the small space separating the balcony and staircase, shaking your head as you walked up the stairs to the door that enters the kitchen. Opening the door all the talking stopped, Cain smiled brightly as everyone else averted their eyes to the table in front of them. 

“Welcome back sunshine! How was the therapy session?” you grumbled at his sarcasm walking to your cot grabbing a fresh white shirt from your stack of folded clothes. 

“Tsk, tough crowd. Eyes over here honey.” Cain spoke to Ava who had her eyes glued to your shoulders as you removed your wet shirt. She sent a tight lipped smile to Beatrice who shot her a look. Rowin sighed lightly looking at the clock that hung on the wall, 

“We can’t stay here anymore.” you spoke, interrupting Rowins fatherly orders. Cain tapped his fingers against the table standing up. Rowin sent the girls a small smile,

“Well ladies, training will be postponed till we reach our next safe house. The girls watched the sight before them. Rowin grabs a stack of old books, dumping them into a duffle bag. Cain grabbed a pouch of white powder sprinkling a trail around the place and you…you placed your clothes in a backpack along with some kind of book. You grabbed a locket that hung on the wall above your bed placing it on, you stood up straight closing your eyes, after a few moments you released a shaky breath locking eyes with Cain. 

“They're coming.” Once the words came out of your mouth, Rowin jogged into the room grabbing the shotgun that hid behind the plant. 

“Then let's get the hell out of here.” Cain sang, pushing the girls to follow Rowin, you placed on your backpack heading towards the door. 

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Bare with me, I got so many stories im writing. But you will get them all soon. Thank you for reading!

[nebulablakemurphy]

Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part Five)

Jacob Black x Fem!Vampire!Swan!Reader

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The bike works for a while, Bella can see Edward; until she gets good at operating the vehicle. After that the danger is gone and so is any version of him.

Jacob and Y/N are hunting Victoria. Charlie is hunting the wolves, who he still believes to be bears, responsible for the killings around town.

Bella’s alone again.

She decides to try something new, to get that rush of adrenaline. Cliff jumping is about as stupid as it is recreational. But Edward is there, begging her not to jump. So she does, anything to make him stay.

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“She’s freezing cold. I can’t touch her.”

“Relax. Human hot box, remember? I hope you don’t mind, I’m gonna have to give her mouth to mouth.”

“Jake,” thwack.

Beyond the voices, Bella can feel pressure. Like someone is pounding on her chest, commanding her heart to beat.

“Come on Bella. Breathe.”

With a sputtering inhale she chokes up the water that invaded her lungs.

“Bella!”

The brunette opens her eyes just in time to see her sister reach for her and then remember her temperature, dropping both hands back to her sides.

“I’m ok,” Bella tells her, through chattering teeth.

“What the hell were you doing?” Y/N demands, tossing a blanket around her shoulders.

Jacob lifts Bella from the sand to lean against him, soaking up his warmth.

“I just wanted to see something.” Bella looks away from Y/N. The venom has eaten away her contacts and she can see her now for what she truly is.

“We’ve gotta get her home.” Jacob says, lifting Bella with ease.

“Your eyes,” Bella tries to warn her.

“It’s ok,” Y/N shakes her head. “Dad’s not home. He’s over at the Clearwater’s.”

“Did something happen?” Bella wonders.

“Harry had a heart attack.” Jacob breathes, the words striking like a hot iron. “He didn’t make it.”

“I’m so sorry.” Bella whispers to no one in particular.

“Let’s go,” Y/N jerks her chin in the direction of the road.

“I’ll run her,” the wolf offers.

“My truck,” Bella pushes feebly against his chest.

“I got it,” Y/N sighs, taking the keys. “You go, keep her warm.”

“On it.” Jacob nods, breaking into a sprint.

Y/N heads back to the truck, opening the door and waiting as it rattles to life. Her fingers curl over the steering wheel harshly, distorting it with the force of her grasp.

The phone buzzes to life in her pocket, not a number she recognizes. “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Edward.”

“Edward…” The Y/H/C nearly short circuits.

“Is Bella alright?” He asks immediately.

How did he know? “Now you care what happens to Bella?”

“Y/N please-“

“No,” she cuts him off. “Edward, you left. You left and you didn’t care. I mean where the hell have you been? Where were you while I was here picking up the pieces?”

“I’m sorry.” Edward grovels, the way she had on the front lawn of the Cullen’s home after Bella’s birthday party. “It was a mistake.”

“Your sorry means nothing to me.” Y/N ends the call. Tossing the phone to the passenger seat. Her foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor.

Arriving home at record speed, she finds a black car in the driveway. Carlisle’s car. Parking the truck, she jots through the front door.

Alice, Jacob and Bella are deep in conversation.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asks Alice.

“I had a vision of Bella jumping off a cliff. I didn’t see her get pulled out of the water-“ Alice breaks off. Her eyes fluttering, then she gasps.

“What now?” Jacob runs a hand over his face.

“It’s Edward, he thinks Bella’s dead.” Alice chokes out. “He’s going to the Volturi, he wants to die too.”

“What?” Bella’s entire body lurches forward.

“Rosalie told him why I came here. Then Y/N-“

“You spoke to him?” Bella cuts Alice off. “What did you say?”

“I told him to screw himself. Not kill himself.” Y/N says defensively.

“Y/N!” Bella is hysterical.

She never meant for this to happen. “Tell me where he is and how to get there.”

“What are you gonna do?” Jacob leans in, his fingers closing around her wrist.

“I have to go,” Y/N rolls her eyes at the ridiculous nature of the situation, “save Edward.”

Jacob’s face falls into a scowl, “no, no way in hell.”

“Jake-“

“The Volturi, isn’t that some kind of vampire judge and jury situation? The ones you’re so afraid of that you can’t even tell Charlie what happened to you?” Jacob can put up with a lot, and he has. But this…

“Jacob, I know that this sucks.” Y/N pulls him away from Alice and Bella for a shred of privacy. “But it’s my fault. I have to make it right.”

“Stop blaming yourself for his shitty decisions!” Jacob roars, “it’s not your fault that he left, it’s not your fault that he didn’t come back and it’s not your fault that you told him to shove it where the sun don’t shine.”

Y/N takes step back, “please don’t.”

“Please don’t what?” Jake snarls, closing the distance between them. “Tell you the truth?”

“Please don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.” Y/N pleads, allowing his fingers to sear her skin.

“If you die…” he strokes her jaw reverently, “I’ll kill you.”

“I love you so much,” she turns into his palm and presses gentle kisses there.

Jacob lets his hand fall away as they break apart. “What do you want me to tell Charlie?”

“Last minute girls trip or something,” Y/N shrugs.

“How long will you be gone?” Jacob wants to say it back. That he loves her.

Y/N looks to Alice.

“Three days, round trip.” The pixie tells them.

Bella has already gone up to pack.

“Perfect,” Jacob acknowledges. Keeping the words to himself.

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The plan ride to Italy is tense. Bella hardly sleeps, she is a nervous wreck.

Alice is flooded with vision after vision as she watches Edward and the Volturi’s decisions.

Y/N plucks anxiously at the wolf charm on her wrist.

The car Alice steals is a beautiful canary yellow color. It shifts gears like butter and glides over the road.

“The Volturi refused him.” Alice says, surprise and relief in her voice.

“Should you be driving?” Y/N wonders, there’s no way she can concentrate with the future flashing before her eyes.

“You can channel for me” Alice offers. There is no time to stop.

Y/N closes her eyes, willing the visions to come to her. “He’s waiting until noon, when the sun’s at it’s highest. Then he’s going to reveal himself to the humans.”

“Alice, you gotta hurry up.” Bella pleads, tugging at the roots of her hair.

“Bella,” Alice coos, “breathe.”

Y/N opens her mind, but Edward is decided, so nothing changes. Until something unexpected appears.

Jacob. He’s seated on their living room couch, shooting the breeze with Charlie. Clearly waiting for something as his eyes flicker to the clock repeatedly. Her, Y/N realizes, he’s waiting for her.

“What did you see?”

“It wasn’t Edward, don’t worry.” Y/N drawls. Just her letting down the most important person in her life…again.

The crowd surrounding Volterra is massive, Alice cuts through as much as she can with the stolen Porsche, but eventually Bella has to make a run for it. To the clock tower at the center of the festival before Edward exposes himself in the sunlight. She is the only one Edward can’t see coming.

“So, what now?” Y/N demands.

“What did you see?” Alice asks instead.

“Doesn’t matter.” The Y/H/C shakes her head. “We can’t just sit here-“

“You saw him, didn’t you?” Alice steals a glance at her. “Jacob?”

“Does he always look so miserable in your visions,” she wonders.

“I can’t see him.” The other vampires admits, “the wolves are a blind spot.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure.” Alice’s brows furrow, the visions are back in her own head. “We have to go.”

The two of them weave through the festival, skin covered from the sun that shines bright overhead. Finally taking shelter in a door off the alley way.

“Come on guys,” Alice pulls the scarf from her head as they enter. “Wouldn’t want to cause a scene.”

The ‘guys’ in question have glowing red eyes, their diet is strictly human blood.

Bella is against the wall, with Edward between her and the two men wearing black cloaks.

“No we certainly wouldn’t.” The shorter blonde man purrs. “Aro requests your presence.”

“Bella,” Edward addresses her, “why don’t you go back out and enjoy the festival?”

“All of you,” the larger man clarifies.

A third vampire joins them, a girl with blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. “Aro sent me to see what’s taking so long.”

“So no festival?” Y/N cocks her head to the side.

“I’m afraid not.” The girl gives her a tight lipped grin. “Right this way.”

The four of them are led down a long corridor to a stair case, then to an elevator.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

Edward’s eyes, dark with thirst, cut to Y/N. Bella tucked securely beneath his arm.

‘Sorry,’ she mentally shoots back.

He turns his gaze ahead as the elevator doors open onto a checkered marble floor. The ceilings are high, adorned with paintings that put the Sistine chapel to shame.

“Don’t be afraid,” Edward whispers to Bella.

“Are you?” Bella stares up at him.

“No,” he lies.

They land at double doors, pushed open to reveal three more men, seated in high back chairs that resemble thrones.

The one in the center moves to stand, the other brunette and blonde vampires can’t be bothered.

“What a happy surprise!” The man rejoices, “Bella is alive after all. And you’ve brought a friend.”

“I’m just here for moral support.” Y/N explains, jerking her thumb at Bella, “she’s my sister.”

Aro looks her over, “welcome…”

“Y/N,” she introduces herself.

Aro steps forward then, taking Edward’s hand from Bella’s into his own.

“Aro can read every thought I’ve ever had with a single touch.” Edward tells them.

“You are quite a soul reader yourself Edward. Although you can’t hear Bella’s thoughts.” Aro remarks, “would you do me the honor?” He extends a hand to Bella.

Warily she steps forward, allowing him to encase her hand with both of his.

“How strange,” Aro pulls away after a moment. “I see nothing. I wonder if…let us see if she is immune to all our powers, Jane.”

“No,” Edward protests, jumping in front of Bella.

“Pain,” the blonde girl murmurs, a satisfied smirk spreading across her features as Edward falls to the ground. He writhes silently at Bella’s feet.

“Stop! Please.” Bella yells, “stop hurting him.”

Aro watches her in fascination, allowing the torture to continue for a moment. “Jane.”

“Master?” The girl says.

Edward relaxes with a grunt.

“Go ahead my darling,” Aro motions to Bella.

“This might hurt just a little,” Jane warns.

But Bella feels nothing.

“Remarkable.” Aro marvels, “she confounds us all. So, what do we do with you now?”

“She knows too much, she’s a liability.” The blonde man on the right croons, from his chair.

“That’s true.” Aro replies, “Felix.”

“No,” Edward flips Bella behind him, having read his thoughts.

Alice seen Aro’s decision to have Bella killed.

And Y/N catches on quickly enough. Stepping in front of her sister.

Alice is restrained by the short blonde haired guard and Edward is wrestling with the larger vampire, which eventually leaves Edward on the ground.

Y/N’s never engaged in combat, but fight or flight is still a thing. She’s stronger and faster than anyone in the room, perks of being a newborn. She uses it to her advantage.

Fending off every attack the guard throws at her. But she is wreckless, untrained in her youth. Eventually she is restrained, with a hand at her throat.

The exchange gives Edward enough time to recover, he comes back swinging. For Bella. Anything for her.

Felix is strong. Edward is going to lose and her sister is going to die.

Y/N does the only thing she can do, “pain.”

The large man twists inhumanly at the crippling pain coursing through him.

Aro’s mouth sits slightly agape, watching in wonder as Edward returns to his feet.

“Call him off and I’ll stop,” Y/N jerks her chin toward Felix.

“Let us discuss this in a civilized manner.” Aro tries to defuse the situation.

“Tell your men to stop trying to kill my sister,” Y/N tosses the guard’s hand from her neck. “Then we discuss.”

“Felix, stand down.” Aro orders.

Y/N releases the man from her clutches, hearing him struggle to regain composure.

“You have the most peculiar scent.” Aro comments, “come.” He holds a hand out, “let me see.”

Y/N steps toward him, allowing his palm to rest under hers.

His eyes fall closed as he weaves through the facets of her memories. From birth to death and after life. “Ahh,” Aro coos.

Y/N resists the urge to pull away.

“Your gift is…untouched.” The things she could do, if only- “I can teach you.”

“Let my sister go,” Y/N repeats.

“So young, so much control.” Aro remarks. “To have resisted her blood twice within the first year. You are magnificent.” He smiles, drunk on the idea of harnessing the power she possesses. “You could join us.”

“I have someone waiting for me.” Y/N declines the offer.

“The child of the moon.” Aro recalls the boy from her mind. Dark hair, bright smile, “you love him impossibly so, against everything in your nature. It makes my heart ache.”

“Consorting with a werewolf?” Caius rushes to his feet. “Our sworn enemy?”

“This is different brother,” Aro stops him. If only he earns the young vampire’s trust, all that power will be his. “They have no qualms with us, nor each other. Misfortune has befallen them, much like our young friends Bella and Edward. This is a sadness.”

“You already know what you’re going to do, Aro. Let us be done with this.” Marcus motions dismissively.

“If only it were your intention to change her.” Aro addresses Edward now.

“Bella will be one of us.” Alice interrupts, “I’ve seen it. I’ll change her myself.”

Aro steps away from Y/N, to where Alice stands. Whatever she shows him must be proof enough. They’re free to go. For now.

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The plane ride home is awkward. Both better and worse that the flight there.

“Thank you, for what you did.” Edward breaks the silence, as Bella sleeps peacefully against his shoulder. “Only it wasn’t smart. Aro has taken interest now, he’ll try to win you over.”

“Better men have tried.” Y/N turns her nose up at the idea, and him.

“I’m not going to push for your forgiveness. Or hers.” He looks over at Bella, “I’m going to earn it.”

“Sure.” The Y/H/C crosses her arms, “holding my breath.”

“Good thing you don’t need air.” Edward cracks a smile.

“Can you not pick my brain right now? I need to think.” Y/N tries to refocus. “Alone.”

“Jacob will forgive you.” Edward ignores her comment.

“Jacob always forgives me.” She whispers, “I want to deserve it this time.”

Edward nods in understanding. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts.”

If he hears anything else he doesn’t comment on it. Falling into a comfortable silence.

Y/N is largely on autopilot until they make it home.

Charlie rushes out onto the porch at the sound of a car engine. “There you are.”

“Hi, Dad.” Y/N steps up to hug him.

Charlie kisses the top of her head, returning the embrace. “Jacob said it was a girls trip.” He’s not thrilled to see Edward.

“It was supposed to be,” Y/N pulls away. “He surprised us.”

“She does look better though, doesn’t she?” Charlie notes, seeing Bella.

“Yeah,” as much as Y/N hates to admit it, she agrees.

“Go on. He’s been waiting for ya.” Charlie nods toward the house. “I’m gonna have a word with Edward.”

“Ok,” Y/N takes the stairs two at a time. “Don’t be too hard on him though.” She calls after her father. “He’s been through hell too.”

Charlie squints at her, hoping she will elaborate but knowing she won’t.

“Honey, I’m home.” Y/N sings into the living room.

Jacob doesn’t say a word. Just makes his way to her and wraps her up in his arms. Inhaling the scent at the crook of her neck, deeply. “Never thought I’d miss your stink.”

Y/N takes a whiff of her own. “The wet dog and earthy tones are starting to smell like home.”

“Yeah.” He feels it too.

“Can I ask you something?” She murmurs against his shoulder.

“Sounds like a loaded question already.” Jacob can hear it in her voice.

“How much of you staying here is because of the imprint? How much of it is your soul needing mine? And how much of it is just Jake?”

“I guess I-“ he breaks off. “I’ll never really know for sure. But I think the Jacob I’ve been my whole life would stay. Imprint Jacob would have no choice but to please you. And my soul just wants to be close to yours, anyway it can.”

“Do you ever wish you could un-imprint?” If that’s even a word. “I hate the thought of you chipping away parts of yourself…to please me.”

Jacob nuzzles her forehead with his own. “I’m lucky that I got to imprint on someone who loves me. Someone I didn’t have to change for. Being with you is easy, like breathing.”

“I want to give you more than I take.” Y/N tells him.

“I can feel you,” heart and soul, “how much you love me.”

“You can,” the vampire tenses, “feel me?”

“I know how guilty you feel for leaving, how scared you are that you’ll have to do it again.” Jacob places her hand over his heart. “I’ll wait.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” she argues. “You’re already giving away too much.”

“Stop beating yourself up. I can handle you. Have little faith.”

“I have faith in you.” That was never the problem.

“Give yourself some credit too.” He taps her chin, “quit brooding.”

“I’ll try.”

“Good,” Jacob holds Y/N at arms length, “now tell me everything. What’d I miss on the trip of a lifetime?”

“Well Alice stole a car.” She starts with the fun part. “Porsche I think, crazy fast. You would’ve loved it.”

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The night they return from Italy, Bella insists that her mortality be put up for a vote. The Cullens gather around the staircase in their home, calling for Y/N and Jacob as well.

“You are part of this family, Y/N.” Carlisle rests a hand on her shoulder. “Jacob is your mate. Bella is your sister. You have a say in this.”

Jacob votes no.

Y/N votes not to vote. Only expressing her opinion based on her own experience. “I know what it feels like to have your choices taken away. I won’t do it to you.”

Life goes on. Y/N visits the reservation often. Like Jacob promised, everyone is coming around.

Graduation is right around the corner. Bella is waiting until after to become a vampire. Hoping it’ll be easier on Charlie.

He’s definitely not going to let it go a second time. He’ll demand answers that they won’t be able to give. They’ll have to leave. All of them.

Billy can see how much Y/N is wrestling with the decision. “In your heart you know that this is the best thing for everyone. Why are you hellbent on torturing yourself?”

“I’m not,” she shakes her head.

“You and Jake will get each other through.” Billy isn’t worried about that.

“What about my Dad?” He’ll be devastated.

Billy sighs, resting a hand on her shoulder. “What’d you want me to say kid?”

“Give me another choice.” She covers his fingers with her own.

“You having a pity party without me?” Jacob catches them, leaning heavily against the doorframe of his childhood kitchen.

“You were sleeping.” Y/N sniffs, breaking away from Billy. “I made you breakfast. Pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, sausage and-“

“And?” Jacob perks up.

“Chocolate chips muffins for dessert.”

“You’re trying to butter me up, huh?” Jacob grins, making his way to the breakfast table. “It’s working. Just give it to me straight.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Billy excuses himself.

“The Cullens are having a graduation party for Bella.” Y/N watches the wolf take a bit of food from each dish.

“Just Bella?” Jacob arches a brow.

She huffs, reaching into her bag for the formal invite.

‘Congrats Grad!’

‘Please join us to celebrate, Alice, Jasper, Bella, Edward, Y/N and Jacob.’

‘R.S.V.P. To Alice or Esme Cullen.’

“Wow,” Jacob takes it all in. “They shouldn’t have.”

“They gave them to half of Forks high school.” Y/N explains, “most of my senior class remembers you as my hot boyfriend from a different school.”

“I am your hot boyfriend from a different school.” There is no denying it.

Y/N bites her lip. “They gave me a handful of invites for you too. If you want…”

“Really trying to push the whole ‘happy family’ agenda.” Jacob takes the stack of envelopes.

“It’ll only get worse if we indulge them.”

“In a few months they’ll be the only people we know.” Jacob reminds her. “Should probably get used to it.”

Y/N nods, turning her gaze out the window. “The younger we start out in a new place the longer we get to stay.”

“So high school again.” Jacob laughs humorlessly. “Can’t wait.”

“I want to stay in Forks.” Y/N forces out the words. “I want to stay with my Dad.”

“Baby,” Jacob breathes. That’s one thing he can’t give her.

“But it doesn’t matter what I want. Bella has to turn. We have to move on.” Y/N squares her shoulders. “Just let me sulk a little.”

“Sulk away, beautiful.” Jacob takes a bite of scrambled eggs. “Just pass the salt first.”

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Part 6

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WIP...Tuesday? Yeah, Why Not!

In which those two dorks (Lily the wild magic barbarian and Gale) deal with the fallout after Elminster stabilizes the orb and relays Mystra's message.

“I’d hoped to introduce you to him in less dire circumstances, but those are hard to come by these days.”

Lily was not in a charitable mood. Rage was slowly building inside her after Elminster Aumar arrived at their camp and told Gale about Mystra’s request. “He didn’t seem much of a friend, showing up and demanding you kill yourself.” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

Please, don’t make this harder than it should be. Gale shook his head. “It’s not a demand he wanted to make of me. As Mystra’s Chosen, he had no choice but to deliver her message, however much it pained him to do so. For Mystra to have sent him…The severity of her bidding could not be clearer. Or weigh more heavily on me.” I thought I had more time. Time to learn, to read, to love you… “Time seems so infinite when you are young…a month is an age, a year is a lifetime…it is a strange feeling, to realize how little of it one might have left.”

Her mouth dropped open, exposing her fangs. “You’re seriously considering doing what Elminster said?”

“Of course---he offered the clearest solution to our problem. All I have to do is find the right place and time, close my eyes, and let go…” And think of you. I want to imagine your beautiful smile as I leave this world. “Then the slate will be clean, wrongs will be righted, the Absolute will be gone…and I along with it.”

She was growing angrier by the second. “So that’s it? You’re on a suicide mission now?”

Please. I beg of you. Make this easy for both of us. He smiled halfheartedly. “Possibly the most spectacular one ever conceived, but essentially yes. I am living on borrowed time, in more ways than one. Perhaps…perhaps this is now it must be.” As she began to protest, he raised a hand. “But that remains ahead of us for now. The Heart of the Absolute must be discovered before I can stop its beating.”

“You’re not blowing yourself up, Gale. I won’t let you.” Lily yelled; her fists balled at her sides.

“Let’s save such certainty for the moment such a decision is upon us. You may feel differently, once we know what we’re truly up against.”

“OH FUCK THAT SHIT!” She exploded, throwing her hands in the air. “FUCK THAT, GALE!” Turning, she stomped so full of anger but also very elegantly in her way away from his tent. Their other companions dared not look at him.

He found her not too far away from camp, swinging the Everburn Blade against cursed trees. She was clearly in a rage, her normally demonic purple eyes burning red. And it appears her wild magic has created a barrier of protective lights around her. Gods, she is so beautiful…

“FUCK THIS! FUCK YOU! FUCK OFF, MYSTRA WITH YOUR BULLSHIT! AND FUCK THAT OLD MAN COMING INTO MY CAMP AND TELLING THE MAN I LOVE TO KILL HIMSELF!”

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A Helping Hand - Chapter 3

Series Masterlist Summary - As a woman who is pregnant you are doing anything if it means survival. Even so you found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was it the other way around? Now you are in the community of Jackson and you can’t help but attract a certain pair of hazel eyes.

(Hello! I would like to note that this is much longer then what I usually write for a chapter so I hope it doesn’t come as a bother. I hope you all enjoy!)

From then on those thirty minute talks became a regular thing between the two of you. You and Joel would meet up, mostly at night on each other's porches and just talk or maybe just sit in silence. He seemed to be very rough around the edges in the beginning especially when it came to questions about his past. All you really knew about Joel before the outbreak was that he was a divorcee and was a carpenter. You decided not to push it and talk about other things. As of right now you both were currently sitting on a porch swing on your porch. He had his guitar in his lap playing a soft little tune and humming.

"You ever play?" He asks out of the blue. "What? Oh no I have never played." You say. "Would ya like to?" He asks. "I couldn't even if I tried." You laughed. "My belly is almost the size of a full grown watermelon. The guitar wouldn't fit in my lap." You say and he chuckles. "But I will say this little sucker likes hearing you play." You say rubbing your belly. "He looks between you and your belly. "Does he?" Joel asks. "Yes definitely! They wouldn't give me a break until you started playing." You say with a warm smile. "And how do you know they are a 'He?' How can you tell?" You asks and he chuckles. "You're carrying low." You give him a confused look and he chuckles. "That means the weight is lower. With a girl it would be more elevated." He says setting the guitar against the railing of the porch. "And how would you know that?" You ask. He pauses for a moment before saying. "I had a daughter before all of this happened." You try not to have a reaction. You place a comforting hand on his arm. "You don't have to talk about it Joel." "I uh... I'll tell you one day okay sweetheart?" He asks and you nod with a blush.

There is a silence before Joel asks. "If you don't mind me asking. What happened to the father?" You sigh and look down removing your hand from his arm. "Well it is kind of hard to explain." You let out a nervous laugh. "It was mainly a friends with benefits thing..." You says looking ahead. "... But he did step up when he found out I was pregnant. I would be dead if it wasn't for him." You say with a quiver present in your voice. "There were these fucking hunters that attacked us. We were talking about baby names." You say with a laugh as tears fill your eyes. "We were best friends from the start actually. It was just us against the world." You sniffle. "He sacrificed himself to save me and I have to live with the thought that I got him killed." You say wiping your eyes as tears begin to fall down your face. "You didn't get him killed (Y/N)..." "Yes I did." "You didn't." "I did!" You cry out. Joel immediately wraps an arm around you bringing your head to his chest.  "All I can think about is that he got chopped up into tiny pieces!" You say into his chest. "I-I went back even though he told me not to. I went back to see if he was dead and... And all that was left was his head!" She sobs into Joel's chest grabbing onto his jacket. He wraps his other arm around you, one cradling your head and the other rubbing soothing circles on your back. He stands up with you and guides you inside to your bedroom. He makes sure you lay down and tucks you into bed. "D-don't leave! Please..." You whimper and he nods bringing your desk chair over and sitting down. "I'm sorry..." You murmur as your eyes drift close.

Ever since that day Joel made sure he did his best to make himself available to you. When he isn't on patrol or with Ellie he is with you. The early tells of Spring has just arrived so as a small celebration everyone decided to get together in the square of Jackson. Kids were playing and singing, there were streamers and fairy lights hanging off the buildings, there were small fold up tables with drinks and food on them, and then there was you. You were in some black flats wearing a beautiful maternity sun dress and Joel couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Your hair was styled differently, or maybe it was the same but never have you looked so beautiful. His eyes traveled from your smooth exposed legs, to the swell of your stomach and hips, to the fullness of your breasts, up your neck, then finally your beautiful side profile. When they say that a woman is glowing when she is pregnant, that would be an understatement when it came to you. He was convinced that you could outshine the sun if you wanted. He is nudged to the side slightly breaking him from his trance. He looks beside him to see his little brother next to him. Tommy had a shit eating smirk on his face. "What?" Joel grunts. "She's beautiful ain't she?" Tommy asks looking to see his brothers reaction. Joel only grunts and looks away. "Why don't ya just tell her?" He asks and Joel sighs. "She is to young for me Tommy..." Tommy sighs. "She isn't that young, she is in her thirties." Tommy says trying to reason with his brother. "She is going to have a baby Tommy. She shouldn't have to deal with an old man like me..." Joel says with sadness filling his voice.

"You know she talks a big deal about you right?" Tommy asks. Joel looks at him curious urging him to continue. "She boasts about ya. Sayin' how helpful you are to her and stuff." Tommy says before continuing. "You both were the talk of the town when you went off on Seth. You have been spending a lot of time with her." He says then nods in your direction. "Ellie seems to like her as well." Joel looks up and sees you smiling and laughing with both Dina and Ellie. Dina seemingly can't keep her hands off you bump and the two teens eyes widening with excitement when they feel a kick from the little life that is inside you. There was currently music playing as couples begin to pair off with each other. He sees you place both hands on your belly and go to sit on a bench that was placed near the square for this event. Joel sighs and continues to admire you. "You deserve to be happy brother... Now you go ask that pretty lady to dance." He says elbowing Joel's side gently and Joel nods and begins to make his way over to you.

Despite all the ruckus in the square you have never felt happier. This was your first town event since you have been here and you couldn't be more excited. When it came to the preparation and set up of this event you wanted to help in any way you could. Maria decided it would be best if you didn't do any hard labor since you were coming up on eight months now. Maria thought it would be a good idea to distract the children so they wouldn't get in the way and you gladly accepted. You spent all morning coloring, reading books, and playing with them. They all were very curious about your stomach and you allowed them to feel. All the kids decided to color you and the baby when he or she arrives. They all also made a book of names for you to choose such as: Hotdog, Teddy, and Sprinkles. You giggled and laughed all morning until one of the mainly residents came to let you know that the kids are allowed to go to the event. You had them walk in two single file lines all the way to the square and to say that the parents as well as Maria weren't impressed would be a lie. Maria went up to you immediately and offered you a spot for helping and or teaching the kids. You accepted but only after your baby was born to which she agreed.

As of right now you just got out of a conversation with Dina and Ellie. You were happy to be talking to them despite the fifteen or sixteen year age difference. You decided it was best to sit down and get off your feet for a bit. You let out a sigh of relief as you sit down on the bench. You roll your ankles in circular motions in order to relieve some tension. You close your eyes and hum along to the music when there was suddenly a tap on your knee. You open them to see one of the kids standing next to you. He had brown hair with many freckles and brown eyes, he was maybe around  eight years old. "Would you like to dance Miss (Y/N)?" He asks and you smile. "Of course good sir I would love to dance with you." You stand up and walk to a free space where people weren't dancing. You had to lean down  slightly in order to hold his hands as you both sway back and forth. The child went on and on about how his day was going, what his friends were going to do at the sleep over, and even how you were his favorite teacher. The conversation was interrupted when Joel tapped on the young boys shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?" He asks with a small smile and the boy shakes his head before going to run off with his friends. Both you and Joel stand there for a moment before he reaches out his hand. "Hi..." He says seemingly gazing at you. "Hi..." You say taking his hand. He brings you as close as he could despite your belly getting in the way. He places his other hand at the small of your back and begins to sway from foot to foot. "How are you?" He ask. "I couldn't be better." You say smiling. You look him up and down to see him in a button up flannel of sorts. His sleeves are rolled up to expose his forearms and to say he looked good was an understatement. " You clean up nice. " You say with a smile before releasing his hand wand wrapping both of them behind his neck. "I try and look nice every once and a while." He says with a smirk. "And you dance too?" You ask. He nods before taking your hands off his neck and slowly twirl you to where your back was against his chest. You let out a joyful laugh and look over your shoulder to smile up at him. "You've got moves huh Mr. Miller?" You says smiling. "That I do." He says looking down at you. Your eyes are locked in a trance as you both can't seem to stop. You were sure you could feel his heart beating out of his chest against your back. You find yourself glancing down at his lips and he does the same. You begin to lean in and up slightly closing your eyes when suddenly you feel him pull away. "Sorry..." He mumbles before walking away from you leaving you on the dance floor by yourself. To say your heart didn't ache would be a lie.

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Grayson’s True Prodigy (Sevika x POC!Reader) - Ch. 6

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Act 1: Chapter Six - The Love of a Daughter

Warnings: Explosions, Feeling a spirit die, bleeding from ears, interrogation, Grayson goes into momma bear mode

Summary: Time passes and you get closer to Jayce, even helping him with his secret project. Unfortunately, an explosion changes things.

You had been allowed out of the manor for over a year now. A large amount of your time was spent following Grayson around or vanishing into the forest for some alone time. She had become very proud of you for the progress that you were making and gifted you with one of her crystals. You were hesitant to take it, knowing that it wouldn’t grow back, but she encouraged you to. You had taken it to a jewelry shop and paid for them to wrap it in a golden wire. You wore it around your neck at all times.

When you weren’t in your fairy form, you could actively sense the flora and fauna around you. It took a lot of training, but you managed to pull it off. You had just turned sixteen since you were going off of your actual birthday and not the fake one. You and Caitlyn had snuck away from Piltover and went down to the coast to spend some time at the beach. You two had gotten closer with her dragging you along to hang out with Jayce. She had proclaimed that you two finally had a similar interest to do together - annoy the hell out of Jayce.

After meeting him for the first time, Jayce had grown on you. You had wondered why Caitlyn loved hanging out with him, and you quickly learned it was because he exposes her to new things. He brought her along when he visited the shops in town or went to collect a shipment from the docks. You couldn’t help but tease Caitlyn about it when you found out. She had begged you to keep it a secret from your mother and you agreed… as long as you could join in.

Jayce had disagreed at first. He protested saying that he would be responsible for two daughters of the Kiramman family and one was already enough. You convinced him to let you citing that you could help out on days Caitlyn had school. Jayce had faltered in his protesting and reluctantly agreed to let you join in on the fun.

You found some enjoyment in frustrating him and getting into little spats over myth and facts. It was also to your benefit since Jayce is in college, and it gives you access to the curriculum. You spend a good chunk of time reading through his textbooks and teaching yourself the things you wanted to know. If there was one good thing being homeschooled taught you, it was how to teach yourself. There would be days you insisted on joining Jayce when he was doing his homework so you could get an explanation on some things. One thing you asked him about was the project he was working on. You could make sense of the writing on the chalkboard and it piqued your interest.

Jayce had waved you off before you explained part of it back to him. He had forgotten that you were ahead of what a sixteen-year-old should know. He had you swear to secrecy before explaining that he was trying to figure out magic. You had stared at him in silence before telling him to continue. Jayce explained his childhood to you. How he and his mother were saved by a magician who gave him the crystal he had used to transport them to safety. You observed the crystal but couldn’t place it to anything from Ionia. From your silence, Jayce thought you were thinking he was crazy and he started to backtrack until you clocked him on the head.

One day while you were studying with Jayce, he said that he needed to go and get some items for a project he was working on. The codeword for his magic research. That’s how you wound up in the Undercity with him. You had come back a few times to get additions to your tattoo and a few more ear piercings. You found it hilarious that your mother hasn’t noticed that both of your ears have seven piercings. Your father had noticed and questioned you on where you got them done. You were partially honest and said that Grayson had taken you to get them done in Ionia. All he did was say that they look beautiful on you and sent you on your way.

Being back in the Undercity felt bittersweet. The burning in your throat reminded you of the clean air you had the privilege of growing up with. You could tell that Jayce was struggling with the small coughs he let out now and then, but you knew he tried to hold them in for your sake. He was taking you to a pawn shop called Benzo’s that he had heard about from someone. After you grilled him on it, he admitted to going there once before. ‘That’s what happens when you’re raised by the Sheriff. Nothing gets passed me!’ You caught him muttering the directions to himself as a way to calm his nerves, and you couldn’t blame him. This was your first time down here without Grayson, and you’d be lying if you weren’t on edge. The only thing that brought you comfort was knowing that Zaunites generally didn’t care to acknowledge you unless you had something they wanted.

“I really shouldn’t be bringing you down here.” Jayce sighs and glances at you.

“I would have just followed you anyway.” You shrug, “Don’t worry, my mother won’t find out about it… if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“You sound very sure about that.” Jayce raises an eyebrow at you.

“Aren’t I?” You give him a secretive smile and walk faster.

When you got to Benzo’s shop, you were greeted by a man who introduced himself as the owner of the shop. While Jayce talked to him, you casually walked around the place to check out what they had. Most of the stuff could be qualified as junk if it wasn’t something you were looking for. There were a few masks that you found cool, but nothing really caught your eye. So, you ended up leaning against the counter while Jayce collected the stuff he needed. ‘I can’t think of a use for any of them, but maybe that’s why he chose them.’ Jayce places everything on the counter and you watch with interest as Benzo counts it. He groups certain things together, but you couldn’t tell why. To you, there weren’t any visible similarities between them.

“Okay, for all of this, it’ll be three gold.” Benzo leans back in his chair. You blink before your eyebrows go up in surprise. ‘Three gold? For all of that? That doesn’t look like it’s worth more than five silver! He’s totally swindling Jayce because he obviously looks like he’s from Piltover.’ You roll your eyes as Jayce hurries to get the money out of his pocket. ‘I didn’t know what’s dumber. The fact that he’s actually carrying around gold down here or that he didn’t try to lower the price.’ You sigh to yourself and decide to leave him be. ‘Maybe I would have done the same thing if mama didn’t teach me otherwise.’

“Bilgewater would love you and your pockets.” You mutter as they put the items away. The shop owner glances at you as if he heard you but continues talking to Jayce. You left the shop and stayed a couple of steps behind Jayce as he walked with the box. He was saying something to you when you felt a spirit reach out to you. You tuned into the feeling of it questioningly probing your magic and you call your sight forward to see where they were. In Ionia, you could see spirits without having to call your magic forward but here you had to. You nearly trip over your feet when you see a woman in the air. She tilts her head when you make eye contact and you give her a wave. Her eyes widen as she glances behind her and back at you.

“I can see you. I’m a spirit myself.” You whisper to the air as you walk, “...You’re very beautiful.” You add on as an afterthought and you see her face light up. She waves back at you and you can feel her eyes on you as you pile into the bathysphere. The trip back to Jayce’s apartment is uneventful and you can’t help but wonder what part of the project this is for. You planned on weaseling the information out of him once you were back in the apartment, but that was dashed when you saw your sister approaching.

“Jayce! Y/n!” Caitlyn flags you down, “Hey, guys!”

“Hey, Cait! You just got out of school?” Jayce questions as she arrives next to you.

“Yeah, I did.” Caitlyn gives the box a questioning glance, “What’s that?”

“It’s for a project Jayce is working on.” You open the door to the apartments and they walk in.

“That’s cool!” Caitlyn chirps, “Do you need help?”

“As a matter of fact…” Jayce hands Caitlyn the box, making you giggle, “I do need someone to carry that.”

“Wha- Wait, then why didn’t you have Y/n carry it?” Caitlyn glances at you, appalled.

“I didn’t offer to help.” You give her a teasing smile as you step into the elevator. Jayce chuckles while Caitlyn gives you an exasperated look.

“She’s right.” Jayce jokes, “Y/n didn’t offer to help me. I carried it all the way from the Undercity myself.” The elevator opens onto his floor and you all head down the hallway. Every time you came here, you wondered how it would be living on your own without your mother breathing down your neck.

“You really went to the Undercity to get these?” Caitlyn questions, “Did my sister go with you? Weren’t you afraid?” Your eyes widen and you glance at Jayce.

“No, your sister found me on the way back. Besides, a little danger is worth the risk, don’t you think?” Jayce covers for you and you give him a thankful smile. Suddenly, you hear a clink making you pause mid-step and look down to see one of the items on the ground. ‘Good thing it didn’t break.’

“Oops.” Caitlyn chuckles nervously as she glances at you.

“Uh, careful. That’s your parents’ money you’re dropping.” Jayce chuckles.

“Nice job, Caitie.” You joke as she leans down and picks it up. You start walking toward Jayce, thinking about how you’re going to get the information out of him when you see him struggling with the door.

“Is it stuck?” You question and try the handle, but it barely moves. ‘So, not stuck.’ You and Jayce share a glance before turning back to the door and you can swear you hear talking coming from inside.

“Hello? Is someone in there?” Jayce calls through the door and you furrow your brows. He drops the stuff that was in his hands and rushes forward, “Hey! Open up!” He aggressively tries yanks at the handle. You reach forward, intending to calm him down when a high-pitch ringing fills your ears. You shout, clasping your hands over your ears and stumbling away from the door. The high-pitched ringing turns into screaming as the feeling of heavy magic surrounds you. You scream as a wave of pain washes over you, and the presence of a spirit desperately trying to reach you presses into your mind. You’re vaguely aware of Jayce lifting his leg to kick down the door when a white-hot fire floods through you. Jayce gets thrown against the wall as the door explodes open and you feel the spirit’s life fade away. Horrified and overwhelmed, the world blurs and you fall unconscious.

When Grayson got the call that there had been an explosion in the Kiramman apartments, she felt her stomach drop. She raced over there with a team of Enforcers, worried that people might be hurt or dead. Worried that Y/n might be hurt or dead. Her daughter had told her she was hanging out with her sister there, along with Jayce Talis. If she was there when the explosion happened, if something happened to her, Grayson didn’t know what she’d do. She could feel her inner lion panicking all the way there.

Upon arriving, she could see the large hole in the side of the building and she swallowed hard. ‘I can’t let my emotions get the better of me. I need to do my job.’ She scolds herself and takes a deep breath. Blaire - one of the newer recruits - comes rushing to her from the front doors with a stressed-out look on her face, “Sheriff, we’ve got a problem… Well, actually, make that two.” She sighs in frustration.

“Tell me what happened here.” Grayson demands as she heads inside.

“Unit 56 was doing their regular patrol when an explosion came from above them. They witnessed four children flee the scene and chased them to Zaun before they vanished down an alleyway.” Blaire starts her report, “Enforcers went inside the building to find the sight of the explosion when they happened upon a hysterical Caitlyn Kiramman. She was yelling that her sister and Mr. Jayce Talis had passed out from the explosion.” Grayson grits her teeth in an effort to keep herself from punching the wall. Her cub was caught up in the blast and was potentially hurt.

“Did the medics find any injuries on the two of them?” Grayson’s voice comes out strained but Blaire doesn’t notice.

“Mr.Talis has a minor concussion and a few cuts but the younger Kiramman was taken to the hospital. The medics are unsure of what happened but she was bleeding from her ears.” Blaire glances down the hallway, “Caitlyn was taken to their parents’ home while her sister was transported to the hospital. Mr.Talis was kept here. He woke up a few minutes ago and has been undergoing questioning. Councilor Heimerdinger has sent over Assistant Dean Viktor to be his eyes and Sherrif… there’s quite a lot of contraband in there.” She hands Grayson the clipboard and she takes a moment to review it.

“Thank you, Blaire.” Grayson nods at her.

“Just doing my job, Sheriff.” Blaire nods in return, “That’s Mr.Talis over there. He’s a bit agitated, but nothing you can’t handle.” With a deep breath, to calm her worried mind, she heads into the room and shakes her head at the damage. ‘Whatever did this… It wasn’t man-made.’ She could feel the remnants of magic in the air and her mind briefly goes to her daughter. ‘That could be the reason Y/n passed out, but I’m unsure about her bleeding. I’ll have to visit her in the hospital to find out.’ Her eyes scan the area and confirm that there are a plethora of illegal items laying around. She couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the kid. Whatever he was up to in here, the break-in completely ruined his plans. Yet, there was also the thought that her daughter had gotten hurt because of it.

“Hello there, Mr.Talis.” Grayson greets him, “I’m Sheriff Grayson and I’m here to find out what happened.”

“I already told the Enforcers what happened.” Jayce grumbles but straightens up.

“Let’s go over it again.” Grayson insists. She needed to verify the information and fill in the gaps that the Enforcers’ missed. With this being a magical situation, she was concerned about the reactions if it got out. Councilor Heimerdinger was staunchly against magic and as a result, it wasn’t tolerated in Piltover. This was a situation that would require all of her attention until it was sorted, especially hearing that Undercity kids were involved.

“You have to believe me. I didn’t do this.” Jayce stresses to her, “I had two teenagers with me. I wouldn’t put them in danger.”

“Relax, kid. We know it was a break-in but that doesn’t explain this.” Grayson motions to the items in the room, “There’s a lot of restricted items here and I don’t see any permits. You wanna tell me how you got them?” She raises an eyebrow at him, but he wasn’t paying attention.

“Hey, hey! Be careful with that, please!” Jayce shouts to one of the Enforcers who is cataloging the items in the room. Grayson feels a bit of magic flair to life from that direction and she narrows her eyes.

“I believe someone should have said that earlier.” Viktor turns towards them, “What happened here?”

“Science, I guess?” Jayce sighs. From his demeanor, Grayson could tell that it was more than that. All of the signs around her showed that magic had been involved and it was something that he didn't want them to know about. ‘To get all of this stuff, he either went to the Undercity or used the Kiramman’s name. If he’s smart, he chose the former and not the latter.’

“Last time I checked, science didn’t require illegal equipment.” Grayson retorts, a bit of her frustration slipping out, “Equipment, might I add, that would have required a handler’s permit and license.”

“Nor was this approved by the Acadamy. Who authorized your research?” Viktor speaks up. ‘That means this was something he definitely didn’t want anyone to know about. I’ll have to go through the confiscated materials myself.’ Grayson starts recording everything down on her report form while they speak. There would be a lot of paperwork tonight, so she’d be going to bed later than planned. Not that she could sleep knowing that her daughter is in the hospital.

“It was an independent study. Who are you anyway?” Jayce grounds out through gritted teeth.

“I’m the assistant to the Dean of the University, who it may serve you to remember is also head of the Council. He sent me here to ensure that anything dangerous is removed safely... Which, according to my list, includes you.” Viktor points out casually. Grayson couldn’t help the amused smirk that slips onto her face. She enjoyed her conversations with Viktor when she had messages for Heimerdinger. He was sharp and tended to joke in a way that would go over some people’s heads. Oddly enough, like her.

“What?! How am I dangerous?!” Jayce exclaims. ‘That’s a silly question after everything we just said.’ She snorts to herself and finishes up her report.

“That’s for the council to decide.” Viktor nods to Grayson who immediately pulls out her handcuffs. Jayce lowers his head in resignation and allows for her to put the cuffs on. All she had to do was take him to the holding cells and then she was free to run to her cub. Paperwork can wait.

From the moment you woke up, you were surrounded by people asking you questions. Nurses. Doctors. Enforcers. It was overwhelming to you, especially after what happened earlier. You had refused to speak to anyone about what happened until Grayson came. You insisted that the only person you’d tell anything to was the sheriff and no one had an issue with that. You were told by the doctors that it was relieving that you can hear out of your ears because you had been bleeding from them when you were found. There was no sign of injury which had confused them the most.

A knock sounds at the door before it opens revealing Dr.Kirn, the woman that had been looking after you since you got here. She held a tray of food in her hands that she placed down on the table next to you. You watched her in silence as she checked your vitals and wrote them down.

“Your parents visited you earlier, but you were unconscious. They were really worried about you.” Dr.Kirn informs you, “Sheriff Grayson has also arrived and is waiting for permission to come in.”

“She has my permission to come in.” You nod your head, “I’d really like to talk to her about what happened.”

“Alright, Y/n, I’ll send her in. Please make sure to eat before we give you some sleep medication.” The doctor says before she heads out the door. You let out a long breath knowing that your mama is going to be worried. You realize that the situation probably didn’t look like a good thing at all. You were concerned for Jayce with all of the illegal items he had in his apartment. Magical items or things used to study magic. Not to mention that he was doing all of it in secret… with your help.

“I leave you alone for a day, and you end up in the hospital.” Is the first thing Grayson says as she walks in. You give her a sheepish smile as she closes the door behind her.

“It wasn’t like I went looking for a fight or anything. It was an accident.” You sigh. Grayson pulls the chair closer to your bed and sits down.

“I know, but there’s more to the story. It was a break-in.” Grayson states, making you raise an eyebrow, “Four Zaunite children were caught fleeing from the apartment after the explosion.”

“I knew Jayce’s dumb brain was going to get him in trouble.” You groan.

“Did you know what he was doing there? I felt magical residue at the site and there were a lot of illegal items. You must have known since you’re aware of Piltover’s regulations.” Grayson crosses her arms. She wasn’t wrong about that. With your mother being on the council and Grayson being sheriff… you knew everything. You nervously fidget with your fingers.

“He’s researching magic.” You relent, “Apparently, he was saved by a magic user as a child, and he wants to recreate it. He showed me the rune stone he was given. I… offered to help.”

“Y/n, you know how Piltover is towards magic.” Grayson scolds you.

“I know, mama, which is why I offered to help. Jayce got those items from Zaun and a few were imported. We had just returned from the Undercity when we found the apartment door jammed. I thought I heard voices, and Jayce did too from the way he was shouting through the door.” You start playing with your necklace to soothe your nerves, “And then… that’s when I felt a spirit reaching out to me.”

“A spirit?” Grayson straightens up, “Are you certain?” She asks seriously.

“Yes. It started as this high-pitched ringing that really hurt my ears until the spirit managed to connect to me and all I heard was screaming.” Your voice wavers, tears welling up in your eyes, “And then the magic followed. It felt like I was on fire through the connection between us… and then it stopped.” Grayson had grabbed your hand in a show of support. You gripped it tighter as the memory of what happened came back. You take a shaky breath as the tears start falling.

“I felt it- I felt the spirit die, mama. I felt it die.” You let out a sob, “The connection drained away until there was nothing left. I felt its life force vanish… T-That’s when the explosion happened.” You were trembling now. Feeling the spirit die felt like a chill going through your body. It started at your toes and made its way up your spine as it slipped away. You were only sixteen, and while death wasn’t new to you… you’ve never experienced it like this before.

“Your magic is more than we believed it to be… and that explains why you fell unconscious.” Grayson sighs, “I need to get you back to Ionia. Now that your magic has gotten stronger, it’s important now more than ever that you’re properly connected to the spirit realm.”

“Do you think feeling those… deaths… will be part of my magic?” You question hesitantly.

“Unfortunately, I do. Under what circumstances? I’m not sure. That’s why we need to figure out what kind of fae you are. We’re getting closer, but we need to find out soon.” Grayson smooths your hair back, “Jayce’s trial in front of the council will be tomorrow… Whatever happens to him will be out of my hands.”

“I can kiss my freedom goodbye once again.” You joke sadly, “Jayce blew up that chance.”

“Over my dead body.” Grayson growls, “When this is over, I’m going to step down as sheriff and I’m returning home. I miss being able to run free and I can feel the land calling me home. It’s time I gave up living among regular human society. And, since you’ve completed your schooling, there’s nothing forcing you to stay here.”

“Really?” You gasp, “You’ll leave Piltover a-and take me with you?”

“For you, my daughter?” Grayson gives you a soft smile, “Anything. Once we’re in Ionia, your family can’t reach you there.”

“That’s right!” You brighten up, “When do we leave?”

“If I can get things settled? In two days… a week, at most.” Grayson winks.

“I can’t wait, mama!” You giggle happily.

“Neither can I, my sweet fae.” Grayson kisses you on the forehead, “I love you, my daughter.” She whispers it as if it's a secret.

“I love you too, mama.” You whisper back with a huge smile on your face.

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Ladies Night || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Hi all, celebrating @ssahotchswife’s feral Monday with this self indulgent fic based on an ask I sent last week. 

18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI

contains: praise, excessive teasing, unprotected penetrative sex, alcohol consumption 

wc: 2k

The call comes in around 1:30 in the morning, just as Aaron is packing away all the paperwork he brought home for the weekend and getting settled into pajamas. Strangely, though, the name on his screen reads Prentiss, not yours, and the adorable selfie you’d taken with Jack and left on his phone was not lighting up his screen. His mind quickly takes him through all the worst case scenarios, but he shoves them away as he brings the phone to his ear. 

“Hotchner,” he answers. 

“Hey, Hotch.” Emily says back breezily. “Hope I didn’t wake you.” 

“No, I was up. Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Your girl’s about to take off in an Uber, though, and I figured I would save all of us the lecture about getting in a cab alone at night and just have you come get her.” 

Aaron shakes his head fondly as he grabs his keys off the counter. “I thought she was staying the night at your place?”

“That was the plan, but she’s had her fair share of margaritas and she said something about a pregame for Jack? Hotchner, I didn’t think I needed to tell you this, but he’s too young for the hard stuff.” 

Aaron scoffed as he locked the door behind him. “His pregame breakfast, Emily. For his soccer game. She makes his eggs and toast and fruit into a little face, and Jack thinks it’s  lucky. I could have handled it.” 

“Well, you can have that argument with her when you get here, but she’s pretty out of it, and was determined to be home before he woke up.” 

“I’m on my way, don’t let her into an Uber.” Aaron says as he starts the engine of his car and pulls out of the parking lot towards Emily’s place. 

“I know better.” Emily says before hanging up.

The roads are empty, so Aaron’s drive is brief, and he’s knocking on Emily’s door in less than ten minutes. JJ is standing on the other side, and she shoots him an apologetic glance. 

“We may have let things get a little out of hand here,” she confesses 

“How out of hand?” Aaron asks, following JJ towards the living room.

“You might want to make sure you have pedialite at home.” She tells Hotch as they both enter the living room.

He finds you sitting on the floor, your back against the couch as Garcia braids your hair. Your eyes are shut, but you can’t be sleeping, because your face is split into a grin.

“Okay sweets, you’re all set,” Garcia says, securing the braid with an elastic, and you open your eyes. 

“Aaron!” You say, finding him leaning against the wall and smiling down at you. You stand up far too quickly, and stumble into his arms— he secures you with a hand wrapped around your waist.  “You didn’t have to come get me baby, I was just going to call an Uber.” 

“We can have that conversation in the morning, dear,” he said, squeezing at your hips. Even as drunk as you were, you could tell that that idea hadn’t gone over well with your decidedly overprotective boyfriend. You do what you can to soften him up a bit. 

“Thank you for rescuing me from the terrors of Quantico, Virginia. My handsome hero,” you flirted shamelessly, giggling and rising up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Aaron’s lips, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck and curling your fingers into his hair. 

Aaron smiles as he pulls away from you, much more mindful of all his coworkers milling about the apartment than you were. “Say goodnight to the girls, hon, and we’ll head home.” 

You make your way around the apartment, bidding the girls goodnight with hugs and promises to host next time, before making your way back to Aaron’s arms so he can lead you out to the car. 

“I know you think I was just being silly, but I meant it when I said you looked handsome.” You told him as you fumbled with your seatbelt. 

“I’m in my pajamas,” he laughed at you as he pulled out into the street. 

“I know. I like you like that. All ruffled and undone,” you told him, reaching a hand over to run through his hair, then down his chest, resting your hand over the crotch of his grey sweatpants. 

“Darling—“ Aaron warned you. 

“Come on, you came all the way out to get me. I think I owe you one.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“You don’t owe me anything— the peace of mind of having you here with me is enough.” He tells you genuinely. 

You leaned over the center console to whisper in his ear. “If you think something as sweet as that is going to talk me out of wanting you, you’re crazy,” you told him, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his neck, and smirking to yourself as you saw his grip tighten on the wheel out of the corner of your eye. 

You settled back into your seat, but left your hand against his upper thigh, drumming your fingers against him every so often. You could tell that you were getting to him, could see the tension knitting away at his brow, and truth be told, you could feel the way your own boldness was affecting you, too. 

After what felt like an eternity, Aaron finally parked the car, and you unbuckled in an instant. 

“Race you inside!” You said, taking off with a laugh and stumbling your way to the door.

“You’re lucky you didn’t fall,” Aaron chastised you with absolutely nothing behind it after watching you drunkenly zig zag through the parking lot.

You shrugged as he unlocked the door and you went inside. “I knew you’d catch me.” 

He reached for your hand and tugged on it, catching you against his chest. “And I always will,” he told you, ducking down to kiss you as he fumbled with the door behind you, pushing it shut. 

“I want you,” you whispered, bucking your hips against nothing as you brought both your hands up to wind your fingers in his hair. “I want you so bad,” you confess as he moves his mouth from your lips to your neck to your collarbone.

You start moving backwards towards the bedroom, but Aaron has other plans. He picks you up by the waist and sets you on top of the kitchen island, pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it towards the couch. You throw your head back as he starts to plant wet kisses against your chest and brushes his thumb over your exposed stomach. 

“So needy, huh darling? We’re you thinking about me fucking you as soon as I came by to pick you up?” Aaron asked as he took your bra off, punctuating his question by pulling one of your nipples in between his teeth. You gasped out at the sensation, but quickly groaned as Aaron stepped away from you entirely.

“I asked you a question, angel.” 

“Yes,” you whimpered out, desperate to feel his hands on you again.

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, I was thinking about you fucking me as soon as I saw you at Emily’s.” 

“Naughty girl,” Aaron smirked, stepping back towards you and taking your other nipple in his mouth, lifting a hand to occupy your other breast. 

You groaned, simultaneously loving and hating his propensity for teasing. 

After a moment, he pulled away, redirecting his mouth towards inner thighs, moving his way up towards your shorts. Your thighs tensed in anticipation, and Aaron let out a dark chuckle. 

“You poor thing. You must be soaked and I haven’t even taken off your shorts yet,” he said, rubbing his nose against the seam of your jeans, the thick fabric pushing against your clit and making you jump.

“Oh, fuck. Please, Aaron. Please touch me.”

“Oh, but doll. I’m having so much fun teasing you.” He said, pulling you off the counter and pulling your shorts and panties off in one fluid motion. He turned you around to bend you over the counter, wrapping an arm around your waist to make sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself. You could feel his hard cock through his sweatpants, and you ground down against it. 

“So impatient,” Aaron tsked at you as he slid his sweatpants off, taking his cock in his hand and running it up and down your slit. You let out a little whimper, and he chuckled. 

“You know I’m just going to sit here until you beg. I could do this all night, sweetheart. 

“Please, please, please. I want you so bad. Please, please put your cock inside me.” 

“Say my name,” he commands, and your knees buckle. He tightens his arm around your waist so you don’t fall.

“Aaron, please fuck me. I need you.” 

He’d never deny you of something you needed. You knew that. He entered you deliciously slowly, stretching you gently even though you were so turned on he could have made his way in with no issue. 

“You feel so good, baby,” Aaron says as he pulls out of you just as slowly as he entered, and then begins to pick up the pace. 

You arched your back against him as he continued to thrust, changing the angle just enough to make you cry out. Aaron moves a hand from your hip to cover your mouth.

“Do you like that, pretty girl?” He asks, and you nod, although apparently the question was facetious. “I know you do, but you need to be quiet. Can my little slut hold her tongue or do I need to gag you?” He asks, his pace unrelenting as he does.

You swear your eyes roll back into your head— you’re not sure what’s gotten into Aaron tonight, but you’d better figure it out so you can get him to act like this more often. 

Aaron removes his hand from your mouth and you bite your lip.

“Good girl,” he praises you, and you keen. He wraps his now free hand around your waist and brings his fingers down to play with your clit lazily. You gasp, but cover your own mouth before you can let out a moan.

“Good job, princess. You’re being so good for me. I’m going to take such good care of you.” Praise flowed freely from Aaron has he picked up the pace on your clit, and soon you’re bucking into his hand. 

“Aaron,” you hissed out. “feels so good, baby. I’m gonna—“ 

“I know, angel, I know. Go ahead and come on my cock. You’ve earned it.” He assures you, pushing your hair to the side so he can kiss your neck tenderly. 

Your orgasm crashes into you, and Aaron works you through it, your pleasure triggering his relief. You bracket your elbows on the counter so Aaron doesn’t have to worry about holding you up, and he does the same, so that his chest is pressed against your back but you’re not bearing his weight. You take a few moments to catch your breath together, and then Aaron reaches across the island for a paper towel, wiping you clean as he removes himself from you. Once you’re clean and the paper towel is disposed of, Aaron spins you around and plants a kiss to your lips.

“You go ahead and sleep in tomorrow,” he tells you. “I’ll take care of Jack’s breakfast.” 

You smile up at him and shake your head. “Not a chance. It’s not lucky when you make it.” 

He rolls his eyes at you with a chuckle as he gets you a glass of water. “If you ever want to get lucky again, you’d better drink this and get to bed where I can’t hear your sass.” 

“Oh, but the sass is half the fun,” you whined teasingly, taking your water in one hand and his hand in your other as you dragged him to bed.