#hoping to rub it in how she brought all of this upon herself and how he was less of a coward than her for being willing to die as a human

[abbyromanoff]

hi, could you do shy intersex emo!wanda with r who’s experienced, and wanda gets embarrassed about having sex since it’s her first time and she’s scared she’ll mess up, so r guides her and after r does something (you can decide) wanda snaps and takes control and gets all rough and stuff, with praise and mommy & daddy kink. (wanda calls r mommy but after the switch r calls wanda daddy). anything else, you can add!

EYES DON’T LIE

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,008

WARNINGS: smut, mentions of guns during sex, small usage of magic for sex, Wanda has a dick, restraints, mommy (R), daddy (W), switch!Wanda, praise kink, degrading, inexperienced!Wanda, cumming inside, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, think that’s all :)

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“Please, Mommy,” Wanda begged quietly. You shared her a glance, your hand slowly stroking her pulsing cock. You chuckled, pressing your lips onto her tip and leaving stains of your red lipstick. She shuddered, thrashing her hands against the restraints in hopes she’d end up freeing herself, but that would only worsen the punishment she had.

“What? Can’t handle Mommy’s hand, hm?” She shook her head, a whine echoing throughout the room as it left her mouth. Her legs shook from a near orgasm, only to feel your touch leave her. Tears flooded her cheeks and eyes but you only smiled, wiping them away with your thumb before sucking on the digit.

“Mm, you think you can handle Mommy’s mouth then?” You placed your lips back in their origin, suckling softly on her tip before lowering yourself down and taking her in your throat. Soft gags could be heard replaying through Wanda’s mind, you were driving her mad.

“Tastes so sweet. My sweet girl,” You moaned around her, resulting in the vibrations that coursed through her and brought goosebumps to her pale skin.

“Maybe you’d like it better if I did this,” You straddled her waist and let her cock rub gently against your folds. Your wetness formed a reformation of lube and nearly brought Wanda to a quick orgasm. But, once again, she was denied that release.

“Please, Mommy! Oh, god, I wanna feel you so bad. Please- please just let me touch you- anything, I’m begging!” She sobbed, bringing a faux frown to your face. You knew she was quick to break, you were her first, after all. You taught her how to kiss you properly, eat you out, and tease you just right. Only now you were teaching her a new game, denial.

“Oh, don’t give up so easily, baby, you still have so much time to go.” Her hands were starting to become less of a struggle to move as she continued to thrash against the rope. She was finding a way out, but you were too focused on sinking down onto her length to care.

“Fuck, so big.” You moaned out, biting your lip and forcing the silence upon yourself. The moment you could feel your bottom hitting her pelvis, you also felt her grip falling onto your waist. Your eyes shot wide, a gasp threatening to escape you as she slammed you down onto her. She repeated, watching your breasts bounce in rhythm with her fast pace.

“Mm, how does it feel now, Mommy?” She swapped the two of you around swiftly, watching as you withered beneath her, your legs wrapping around her waist to bring her closer.

“So- fucking good!” You squeezed your eyes shut, your lip dripping blood from your previous endeavors. Your hands gripped her biceps desperately.

“F-fuck- Daddy!” You felt her slow to a stilt, your nerves rushing through you as you registered what you just said. You both shared a look, a smile ready to form across her mouth while you just stared in disbelief. You noticed the black eyeshadow leaking down her cheeks ever-so-slightly. You weakened beneath her intense stare, only to see a grin form. You racked through her possible emotions but it quickly came to a halt when her fingers held your chin. She leaned down closer, allowing you to feel her hot breath against yours.

“Say that again.” You did as told, causing her eyelids to flutter in and out of vision before she returned to her previous position. Her breasts were on display as her wrists were now hidden from your view, but you could practically sense the red lines that formed the more she resisted the restraints.

“Yeah? Mommy likes being a fucking slut for their Daddy?” You nodded, your voice seeming to disappear as you succumbed to the thumb on your clit. Her tip was teasing your g-spot with every thrust at the new angle and was creating an even further ache in your lower region. Your stomach tightened to its max before you released, your juices spraying against her fingers while she chuckled mischievously.

“Oh, baby girl, you did such a good job for Daddy. You think you can take one more?” She didn’t let you even process her words before she was forcing it out of you, resulting in your second orgasm only moments later. She was still holding back and if you weren’t under her wrath of pleasure, you’d congratulate her for lasting so long. That was until you noticed her breath quickening, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red and her pupils blown out. Her veins were turning red from her magic and wisps of it surrounded her as you felt trails of hot cum leaking into your tight hole.

“Shit! Mhm, yeah, that’s it, be a good girl. You’re such a pathetic Mommy, Y/N.” She pressed her face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent while gripping onto your shoulders. Her legs shook and so did yours, the room being filled with the stench of sex. Your shared moans and groans would be considered pornographic to anyone listening in, but the two of you were too out of it to care.

“I thought I’m the one meant to be in charge?” You joked as her lips found your neck, creating dark reminiscences of her love.

“Mm, I guess I just like surprising you sometimes.” Her eyes scanned the room before her eyes landed on an object she had left behind when discarding her clothes in a hurry.

“Speaking of surprises,” Your eyes went wide when seeing the unloaded weapon before you met her gaze. She held a proud smirk as she twirled the gun in her hand, making sure to check that the safety lock was on even thinking about using it.

“What do you say we try something new, huh? I just think this would look so good right,” The tip prodded at your mouth before you let her in, feeling the cold material clash against the warmth you held.

“Here.”

[coldfanbou]

Purification or Desecration

Day 10! So funny thing I got multiple requests of Nun sana so I combined them a bit. Anyway, Sana can't stop herself in this fic

Length 2.1K

Sana X mreader

“What is wrong, my child?” The feminine voice asks from the other side of the confessional. As of late, you’ve been having impure thoughts about the community’s favorite nun, Sana. You decided to come to confess it in the church. 

“Um, well…I-I’ve been having impure thoughts lately.”

“Do not worry, my child. I will not cast judgment upon you. You are free to speak.” The voice says. 

“Well, I’ve been having these impure and sexual thoughts about Sister Sana. I know it’s wrong, but I just feel these urges when I look at her. I’m sorry for these and all my sins.”

“I- well, that is certainly not what I expected. I suggest you speak to sister Sana personally. I’m sure she’ll be able to provide you with more guidance and grant you freedom from your urges.” The person responds. 

 You give the person a small thanks before leaving the booth and heading home. You would speak to Sana the next day, hoping to fix your feelings about her. After waiting a few until you were gone to step out, Sana came out of the other side of the booth. She looks around nervously before leaving the area as a whole. 

The next night, you came to her. "Sister, I have something to speak to you about. May I come in?"

"You may," Sana says as she steps aside, allowing you into her abode. There were no religious figures in your small village until a couple of months ago when nine sisters came in. They helped lead the village now. "What seems to be the problem, young man?" 

"I- um," you gulp; seeing Sana up close brings your impure thoughts to the forefront. You stand silently, staring at Sana. Though her clothes conceal much of her body, they clung to her in just a way that brought those thoughts to you. Sana looks at you; as more time passes in silence, she asks her question again. "I-I've been having impure thoughts about you, sister. I was told to come to you to talk about it."

"I see; come take a seat." She says, walking a few steps to her bed. She pats the space next to her. "Tell me more about these impure thoughts." 

"It’s a bit embarrassing sister." You say, sitting next to her.

"Then tell me where these impure thoughts impact you most." 

"I can't." 

"It’s okay. Show me if you need to." You hesitantly take Sana's hand and place it on your crotch, where a bulge has developed. “I-I see, they’ve progressed further than I thought. As a sister, it is my duty to aid you.” Sana takes a deep breath; she had been taught this when she became a sister. Her life before she became a sister was spent sleeping around, constantly hungry for sex. She already knew how to use her body, but to have to use her skills now that she’d become a sister was going to be a challenge. Sana took another deep breath; her actions now would be to aid a member of the church, not to give herself pleasure. “I can aid you in dispelling these impure thoughts. P-please take off your pants.” You feel stunned at her words, but considering her position, you trust her. You stand and take off your pants, freeing your bulge. Sana was stunned by your cock; it had been years since she’s seen one, and she felt her loins start burning. As you sit back down, Sana places her hand on your cock. “Please relax and let me take care of you.” You feel Sana’s grip on your shaft; it’s firm, yet she’s putting little strength into it. Her small, soft hand begins to slide along your shaft. You tilt your head back and groan as you feel her hand rub against the head. “You can release your impurities at any time; try not to hold on to it.” She says, continuing to move her hand along your shaft. You close your eyes and focus on the sensation.

Sana unconsciously licks her lips and stares at your cock as precum starts to flow from it and cover her hand. Her free hand begins to move to her crotch, but Sana manages to stop herself. She continues stroking your cock, keeping a constant speed that makes you near your climax. “Sister, I think it’s coming.” 

“Let it out, let it all out.” She says; Sana feels her mouth become wet as she hungers for your cum. A few moments later, you cum on her hand; your impurities cover Sana’s hand as she strokes your cock. Sana leans forward but quickly stops. You start to shrink in her hand, and Sana pulls away from you. “It seems like they’ve gone away. Sana says with a forced smile. If you continue to have this problem, come to me. I’ll help you with it; just come to me at night.” You nod your head and pull your pants up before leaving. Sana goes to the bathroom and turns the water on. As she’s about to wash her hands, she stops, staring at the cum on her stained hand. She brings it up to her nose and smells it. It’s intoxicating to her, and Sana slips her fingers into her mouth, tasting the salty liquid and moaning before realizing what she’s doing and washing her hands. She splashes her face, trying to clear her head of the thoughts she’s having.

The next day, you feel much better and can go about your tasks, but the following day, you struggle after seeing Sana and have to visit her again. This becomes a routine for you; every other day, you go to Sana to be purified, and she does her best every day. Until one day, Sana says the problem needs to be solved another way. In truth, she was being broken down by giving you those hand jobs. The cum you would leave on her hand would no longer be washed away. She would drink it all, always wanting more. “I fear that you’re impurities will not go away so easily. I will have to take further measures. Please drop your pants.” You do as told and sit down next to Sana. “Please lay down and spread your legs just a bit.” You follow the new instructions. Sana gets between your legs, “Please relax as usual.” Sana inches closer to your cock; she grasps it in her hand and strokes it until it is fully hardened. For a moment, she thinks about her vow to the church and considers how her actions would be seen. This was breaking protocol, but Sana knew she could say it was part of her duty. That was what she told herself. As she stroked your cock, she felt her mouth become full of saliva. She was practically drooling. She presses her lips against the head and swallows it. You moan loudly; her mouth was warm and wet; as she took more of your cock in, you could feel her tongue run along the underside. A gently sucking sensation brings you great pleasure; when Sana’s tongue swirls around your shaft, you can’t help but let out another moan. Sana's mind becomes mush as she gets her first taste of your cock. She bobs her head quickly, taking more and more of you in each time. Once she reaches your base and feels your cock hit the back of her throat, her eyes roll into the back of her head. She continues like a mindless zombie, only coming back when she feels your cock throbbing in her throat. 

“Sister, they’re coming.” You moan. A second later, you release your cum into Sana’s throat, pouring it into her. She happily drinks it, not missing a drop. She pulls out slowly, her tongue swirling along your shaft, gathering any drop she may have missed. She wipes her mouth, “I think we may need to have you come in more often. You seem to have a lot of impurities in your body. If things get any worse, drastic measures must be taken.” Sana would continue to give you blowjobs nearly every day, relishing her job and slowly returning to her previous state. Yet somehow, she managed to keep herself from moving on to sex for some time. She knew in the back of her mind she could never justify that action, but the more cum she drank, the less she began to care.  She spent her nights alone, fingering herself until the early dawn, until she would have to bathe and then put on her robes and act like a pious woman.

Nights would go on like that until you met Sana one morning. “Excuse me, sister.”

“Yes? Are you having problems?” 

“I-um am. Is it possible that you cleanse me tonight?”

“Hmm, You seem to constantly be in need despite our methods. I believe drastic measures are needed.” Sana says without a second thought. It’s only after her words that she considers the actions she’s taken. She thinks to herself that she can’t cross that barrier, but then her mind is flooded by the memories of her previous life, of the pleasure she once had.  

“Thank you, sister. I shall meet you tonight.” Sana nods and continues with her tasks. Reaching a place where she can be alone, Sana rubs her crotch before stopping herself again. She grows frustrated and knows she’s losing the battle. She heads to the church to pray for the rest of the day. As men come and go, she can think of nothing else but what they could do to her and the pleasure they could give her.  She could not clear her mind. 

That night, when you came into Sana’s abode, she had you wait on her bed, telling you the treatment would require you to be naked. While she went to the bathroom, you did as you were told. Inside, her mind was beyond what would be done if anyone found out she could no longer resist her urges. When she came back, Sana was standing there naked. You got hard immediately. Sana's body was toned; her breasts were perky and of good size. Your eyes travel downward, and you see how wet she is. “Sister?”

“Lay back and relax; this treatment requires the utmost care.” Sana climbs onto the bed and crawls toward you. She straddles you, placing your cock between her folds and your stomach. “Let me do the work. Relax.” She says as she moves her hips, your cock slides between her lips, slowly being coated in her nectar. “Mmm, I think this is going to work,” Sana says, trying to hide her moans. You groan, and Sana moves on to the next part. She lifts herself and positions your cock against her; she sinks onto it slowly. “Ahh, nearly there.” She moans as she reaches your base. With your cock buried inside Sana, she smiles. Sana revels in the feeling of being filled. She remembers just how much she loved sex. She starts to move immediately,  bouncing on your cock. Her modest breasts bounce along with her; she takes your hands and places them on her breasts. “Release everything you have into me. I’ll purify you,” She moans. You moan loudly, feeling Sana’s wall massage your cock as she bounces on you. You knead her breasts; the pleasure shoots through Sana’s body. She slams herself on your cock, whispering, “I’m going to cum.” 

Having been so long, Sana was sensitive and was nearing her climax already. She continues to bounce on your cock, enjoying every moment. She buries your cock in her as she comes crashing down. She cums on your cock; you feel her walls clamp down on you. The tightness of her cunt brings you closer to your own orgasm. “Sister, it’s coming.”

“Let it out inside me; give me it all!” Sana screams as she starts moving again; she’s more sensitive now. Every time your cock rams against her womb, Sana feels another orgasm course through her body, wracking it with pleasure. The constant tightness makes you cum, and you spill your impurities into Sana. Sana throws her head back and moans loudly; her walls milk you dry as she rocks her hips. “So much inside.” Sana moans with a satisfied smile on her face. 

The door to Sana’s home busts open, “We heard screaming; what’s wrong?” The other sisters stand in the doorway along with the other villagers; they look at the two of you in shock. Sana defended you, saying she was curing you of your impurities. Despite the others telling you she was lying, you believed the sister and were banished from the village alongside her. The two of you managed to survive building your home far from anyone, where the two of you would go at it night and day. Sana claimed she was purifying you. You believed her lies for the rest of your days with her.

[igncrxntripley]

their secret weapon pt. 14

synopsis: y/n's reunited with her loves, and they all begin to see just how much of a toll being away from them has taken on her.

author's note: grab your tissues and get the hell ready for this roller coaster

mentions: poly!judgment day, fem!reader, mentions of regular wrestling violence, some illusion to feelings of anxiety and depression, overall SFW

tags: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta​ @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps​ @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart​ @emogoblin-666​ @hereliespumpkin​ @embertargaryen​ @neptune-lover​ @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol​ @ares-athena​ @thatonepansexual2000​ @witcherfromwallachia​ @infamousvampcx​ @christinabae @kagome2909

"oh my god..." rhea had never reacted so fast to a text message. she was in bed, pajamas and all, ready to finally get some sleep after a hectic travel schedule and not having y/n home. but reading her phone for the last time before she planned to shut her eyes for the night had the eradicator jumping out of bed.

the rest of the group was scattered throughout the bedroom area; finn still deep in thought in the shower, dom fast asleep in bed already, and damian trying to make his side of the bed as comfortable as possible before hoping to be just as fast asleep as dominik. rhea getting out of bed and hurrying to slide someone's hoodie over her head was enough to wake dominik from his deep slumber, the young lucha rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "is there a fire?" he mumbled.

damian was just as confused. "rhea? babe, what's wrong?" he asked, watching the aussie hurry out of the bedroom and following closely behind. "rhea!"

"no no no no..." she was mumbling, panicking at the thought of what could have been on the other side of their front door. of course rhea wanted y/n home, they all did. but she also feared this was some sick joke. a nightmare she wasn't able to wake up from and she'd be forced to sit through the whole thing. the rain was drowning out the sound of damian's footprints rushing behind her, and a small crack of thunder sounded as she opened the door.

there stood y/n. soaking wet from the rain, shaking and trembling like a leaf, and the sight of rhea alone caused a sob to leave her lips. "m-mamí..."

"oh honey, shh," rhea tugged y/n into her arms and brought her inside the house. "i've got you, it's okay. you're home."

those words didn't feel real...none of this felt real to y/n. she'd spent the last month being ostracized from the people she loved as a form of payback. she was used as canon fodder against the judgment day, simply because she chose her own path and not what edge wanted for her. enough fear had been instilled in her that she didn't just go back home to her little family, and now that she was finally back in the safe embrace of the eradicator herself? that fear was even more rampant in her veins.

y/n was wriggling in rhea's arms, shivering and her teeth trembling as she tried to get warm. her entire body was drenched from the rain. even the warmth of rhea's body wasn't enough to make the shivering stop, and rhea realized that very quickly. "damian, dom, towels please?" she looked up at the top of the stairs, where dominik's mouth had practically dropped open with shock. "did i stutter? towels, dominik! dry clothes, blankets, anything!"

dominik snapped out of whatever trance he was in and ran into the bathroom for towels. finn was still showering, and upon hearing all of the commotion entering the steam-filled room where he was trying to process all of his emotions, he poked his head out from behind the curtain. "jeez, dom." he groaned. "it's late, what are you doing?"

the panic was written all over dom's face. "y/n..." he said, grabbing a stack of towels from a cabinet. "she's here. she came back in the rain." without another word, he left an astonished finn in the bathroom and rushed back to where rhea was holding a terrified y/n.

"i-i...i couldn't...rhea, it..." y/n could barely formulate words from how hard she was sobbing. it was hard to even distinguish what was tears and what was raindrops on her face.

rhea shook her head gently and wrapped y/n in a towel, then a blanket. "don't talk, y/n." she said softly, immediately pulling her close again to try and calm her down. "just take deep breaths for me, okay? come on, you're safe here. we've all got you."

damian, who's just finished bringing the warmest blankets in the house to where rhea and y/n were sitting together, took one of the towels from dominik and began drying y/n's hair so it would stop dripping down her back. "shh, estas en casa ahora hermosa." he said softly.

meanwhile, finn was left in a daze from dominik's words. y/n was here? she came back? how did she manage to do that? isn't she going to get in trouble? how he didn't slip when getting out of the shower was a mystery, because he got out of there as fast as he could and got dressed before rushing downstairs. the sight in front of him was one that not only broke his heart, but fueled every bit of anger that had already been permeating in his body. seeing y/n, shivering and huddled in rhea's arms as she sobbed and mumbled absolute nonsense was every reason for him to unleash absolute hell on edge.

go to her, my prince. she needs you now more than ever.

"oh, lovey..." the irishman rushed to where his girls were sat, his arms open for y/n who immediately rushed into them with another sob. "baby, what are you doing here? you know what they told you."

"i don't care!" she cried harder, hiding in his neck. "they can't keep me out of my home! t-that i pay for a-and clean and have a key to!" finn wrapped the towels around her a little tighter and she leaned into his loving touch. "no one is in charge of me but me."

all four members of the judgment day, while saddened this feud with edge and beth had gotten to this point, had to admit that there was an aspect to their princess's anger that had them feeling proud of her. the y/n they originally recruited into the judgment day probably would have never stuck her metaphorical middle finger up to her bosses or mentors. but her being in this position had forced her to dig up that buried confidence and finally put it to use.

time had passed, with all five members of this reunited judgment day sitting in the living room trying to warm up and calm down y/n until she was no longer sobbing and shivering. she'd been reduced to silent tears and the slightest trembles in her shoulders, but nothing more. more than anything, y/n was exhausted and she wanted to sleep in her own bed. "can i please go take s shower?" she asked quietly from finn's shoulder.

the prince nodded in response, damian moving the blanket and wet towels from her body as she stood up from her tight ball on the floor. "i'll put your pajamas in the dryer so they're warm for you, love."

the two walked upstairs, one of finn's arms around y/n as they went into the bathroom together. he grabbed a spare towel for the dryer as well, and gave a gentle kiss to y/n's forehead. "what else do you need, angel?" he was expecting something simple as answer from y/n; maybe her water bottle to be filled and by their bedside, or something to eat, maybe even a request for a specific member of their little family to hold her that evening or to sleep in the middle. but her words instead held a much deeper meaning.

"revenge. i want revenge."

****

monday night raw. only three weeks away from wrestlemania, the grandest stage of them all, and the judgment day only had one thing on their minds; ending this feud with edge, once and for all. for everything he did to them. for all of the chaos he put their little family through. every one of them wanted a piece of the fight, but finn ultimately was the one who'd be in that ring with the hall of famer.

edge stood in the ring, facing four members of the group who stood at the top of the ramp. they stood strong, like a solid barrier against the negativity and hurt edge had put them through. "a few weeks ago, you challenged me to a match at wrestlemania, right?" he asked finn. "and since you're not man enough to come in here and face me, you want your match at wrestlemania? fine, you got it!'

finn was hyped; he was nodding, smiling at the other man while the other members were getting just as hyped alongside him. finn had been dying for this match. he issued this challenge weeks ago, and the desire to be in a ring alone with this man was only getting bigger and bigger. the cheers of the crowd around them wasn't helping anything either.

"hey, did you hear that, dom?" the prince asked. "rhea, did you hear that? finn's going to wrestlemania! you think the beating i gave you at extreme rules was bad-" the adrenaline was pumping through his veins, he was trying his best to get through this promo without letting his hype get the better of him.

"shut your mouth!" edge's words silenced him, the crowd reacting in the canadian's favor. "for the last year of my comeback, i've wasted it on all of you." by his choice, for the most part. "the year before that, i wrestled in front of a bunch of tv screens in the thunderdome. i don't have time for this. i'm running out of time."

the irony in his words could be felt by the judgment day on an entirely different level. he had so much to accomplish that he abandoned y/n, left her in the dust in favor of his own career that had lasted twenty-plus years. sure, he was running out of time. but running out of time so fast that he had to practically forget y/n ever needed him in the first place?

the anger was pulsing through finn's body. the others could sense it, and dom put a careful hand on finn's shoulder in hopes that he'd calm down. but he couldn't stop pacing and moving as he glared deep into edge's soul from the top of the ramp.

"so the way i see it, there's only one way that this can end." edge said, holding onto the top rope as the audience also picked up on where he was going. finn was watching him carefully, his top lip twitching in anger just at the sight of him. "at wrestlemania, edge versus finn bálor, inside hell in a cell."

the audience reacted exactly how one would expect; finn stood stoic in his spot, edge was shaking with anger and adrenaline. the cheers from the crowd only fueled the two men and their respective anger.

finn was gripping his mic tight, his knuckles starting to whiten. "edge, i've been to hell before." he stated. "it spit me out because hell couldn't handle my demons. i'll see you at wrestlemania, but until then..." he looked at the other three members of the group, but what edge didn't see was what stood behind him with her own weapon of choice.

there y/n stood, coming up from her hiding spot under the ring with her own adrenaline rush. no one wanted this revenge on her mentor more than she did. no one wanted a front row seat more than her. this would be her first taste of that, as she swing her arms back and the kendo stick in her hands struck the back of the hall of famer. she hated to admit it, but there was a sense of pride as he fell to the mat and her partners began to unleash their own hell on him. y/n hit edge not once, not twice, but three times; and the yelps of pain that emanated from him sent chills down her spine.

even as the rest of the ring burst into chaos, other superstars coming out to edge's defense, she stood in front of him with her breath ragged and her palms sweating. "you're going to wish you never asked to meet the prince in the gates of hell." he'd never heard that growl to her voice or seen that ravenous look in her eyes. this was a new y/n, one that was sticking it to the people who'd caused her more pain than she'd been able to manage in her small body.

"get ready to meet the demon you created, pops."

[dorabledewdroop]

The White Healer Chapter 4

Note: Hi guys, I'm really sorry for not posting sooner. I've had a couple of family problems and haven't exactly been in the best headspace. I'll work on posting more frequently. I hope you like this chapter, it's longer than other's cause there's so much I wanted to put out there.

Warnings: Blood, graphic description of injuries, angst.

Summary: Just a chapter where everyone gets to know reader better.

Series Masterlist

X--X--X--X--X

As it turns out, the team building activity that you were dreading turned out to be Jenga. While unsure how it built team character, it did work on making your more comfortable with the rest of the team. Due to you still being new to the team, you had requested a month to work out by yourself so that you could get back into shape. As horrible as the scientists had been, they did teach you an efficient way to get into peak performance. Working out from 12am till 5am everyday was good enough. Within the third week, you had already noticed the definition of your muscles, you’d put on pure muscle mass, and your stamina plus healing ability enabled you to sprint approximately 20 miles without stopping. It was going well until one day, you were working on the punching bag and were so focused that you lost track of time. It was 7 am when Natasha and Steve returned from their daily run and saw you workout. You hadn’t noticed them due to the music playing out loud. Natasha, however, saw you and immediately ran towards you. You were brought out of your headspace when you saw Natasha grab your arms, unshed tears forming as she stared at your hands. Steve stepped closer and was horrified to find the ground and punching bag covered in blood. Upon closer inspection, he found your hands caked in blood too. You looked at them confused.

“What?” You asked concerned, completely unaware of why they looked white as a sheet.

Natasha and Steve looked at you with wide eyes.

“Why are you covered in blood y/n?” Natasha asked, letting go of your arms now that you’d stopped punching the bag and brought them to her sides.

You looked even more confused.

“I was going to clean it up when I was done?” You said uncertainly.

“Is this… common for you?” Steve asked slowly.

You hesitated for a moment. Natasha seeing your clear discomfort of being caught off guard came up with an idea.

“How about this, y/n cleans up the gym and herself and then the 3 of us can sit together and figure out a.. neater way of you working out?” She suggested.

Before you could say anything, Steve agreed and the two of them walked out. Grumbling you started to clean.

The first thing you noticed was Natasha staring at your hands as you sat down. You leaned towards her and put your hand on her cheek. You didn’t fail to notice the way she almost leaned into your hand.

“I’m completely fine, Nat” You reassured her.

She looked at you with a vulnerability that took your breath away. It was at that moment that Wanda entered the kitchen. She paused as she noticed the two of you, you started to lean back but froze when Nat grabbed your hand and brought it back to her cheek.

“Please” she said, “I need to know you’re okay.. there was so much blood..”

Wanda frowned. Whether she was upset or confused, you weren’t entirely sure. She walked towards the two of you and sat down next to Natasha. Natasha didn’t break eye contact even when Wanda gently rubbed her lower back. You brought your other hand to Natasha’s face and leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. This seemed to reassure her greatly as her shoulders relaxed.

“I promise you, I’m completely okay” You said softly.

Your eyes darted to Wanda for a second, expecting protectiveness or anger but all you were met with was a warm look of concern that melted your heart.

“I’ll explain everything” you thought loudly. 

Wanda nodded her head, indicating she’d heard you. While you’d given her explicit permission to read your thoughts at any given time, she was still hesitant to do so. The three of you stayed like that for a few more minutes until you heard someone’s footsteps nearing. You could physically see Natasha’s walls coming back up, Wanda too. You sat back in your chair but held Natasha’s hand underneath the table. She gently squeezed in gratitude, her face showing nothing. Steve entered the kitchen and faltered when he saw the three of you sitting in silence looking at him with the exact same expression. Clearing his throat, Steve sat down next to you on the opposite side of Natasha. He looked at you expectantly. If he was confused by why Wanda was here, he didn’t show it. 

“I was wondering if you could tell us a little bit about what happened in the training room?” Steve asked gently.

You took a deep breath and began.

“Okay so, shortly after I.. um.. got my power.. I went to the hospital in a different country and immediately began to heal patients with chronic and terminal illnesses. Cancer, ALS, Alzheimers, and so on. Unfortunately that gained the wrong kind of attention. The government had kidnapped me and taken me straight to a remote facility. They um.. tested the limits of my self healing. They’d break bones, cut off limbs, electrocute, and do a bunch of other things.”

You were unable to meet anyones eye-line, your body remembering each and every single thing they’d done. It was another side effect of the power you gained. While most people tended to forget the physical pain their body experienced over time, your body learned and remembered every single feeling it went through. Every cut, tear, burn. You could feel it all the moment you tried to remember it. Your body won’t ever lot you forget. Wanda had heard your thoughts and had to use everything in her power not to start bawling the moment those images came to your mind. Her grip on Natasha’s lower back tightened, she relayed what she’d heard to Natasha in her mind and felt Natasha’s body stiffen as she registered what happened.

You looked up as Natasha’s grip on your hand tightened, only to see the two women barely holding it together. Realising what transpired, you let out a weak smile and continued.

“Once they realised there was no limit to my regenerative capabilities, they attempted to train me for combat. They’d get fighters to take turns beating me into submission for hours on end until I learned to defend myself. I um.. I’m not good at combat.. So they tried to train me for um.. you know what, never mind. Basically they taught me to train past my body’s limits by constantly healing myself. They did it for years on end until it was ingrained into me. So yeah.. That’s why you saw what you saw..” You concluded.

“I’m so sorry, detka” Wanda whispered in your head.

“It’s alright, it’s in the past” you replied

“I can help train you in combat.” Steve said. “You could become a vital part of the attack te-“

Natasha scoffed, bringing his attention to her. He leaned back startled as he saw Natasha glaring at him and Wanda’s furious eyes glowing red. Both of them had the urge to throw him through the nearest window. You merely stared at him in shock. Tears made their way down your face. You withdrew your hand from Natasha’s and stood up.

“I’m sorry I need to go” you muttered, and hurried out of the room.

“Y/n” Wanda called out but it was too late, you were out of earshot. Natasha continued to glare at Steve.

“You ever suggest that again that again and I’ll test just how strong your healing factor is.” Natasha spat, standing up abruptly.

“I just meant-“ Steve tried to defend.

“We don’t care.” Wanda stated firmly. “She just told you what she went through and you thought of weaponising her just like those assholes.”

“Langua-“

“Don’t” Natasha warned.

She walked away before Steve could plead his case. Wanda glared at him one last time before following her out.

“FRIDAY” Natasha called out. “Where is y/n right now?”

“I believe Miss Y/n is one the roof.” FRIDAY stated

Holding hands, Natasha and Wanda made their way to the roof. Natasha reflected back to how she felt when she saw y/n work out and their interaction in the kitchen. She felt a little scared. The red room had trained her to always be in control, regardless of whether it was in bed or any interaction with others. Sure, she pretended to be submissive in front of her targets, but she was just toying with them. Even with Wanda, she was in control. But y/n.. that girl was something else.. For the first time in Natasha’s life, she wanted to give up control. She felt so safe and comfortable giving up control in y/n’s presence. It scared her but also excited her. 

Since the sun had already started to set, the cold had set in. Being Russian and Sokovian, the cold didn’t bother them that much. The were, however, concerned about y/n. She wasn’t from a cold country. Natasha was glad to see that Wanda had brought a blanket without any prompt. When you didn’t acknowledge their presence, they slowly sat down on either side of you. Wanda draped the blanket over the three of you. While she didn’t say it out loud, she secretly enjoyed the feeling of the three of you cuddled together. She knew Natasha definitely felt the same, she just hoped you did too. The girls simultaneously rested their head on your shoulder, both surprised to feel muscle instead of bone. The rigorous workout must be effective.

“I have a request” Natasha started.

You hummed in question.

“From now on, could you please train with either me or Wanda? We won’t train combat, We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with. Just, please don’t push us away.” She said.

Your head turned to her, only to notice the lack of space between your faces. Your eyes flitted down to her gorgeous lips and back. Natasha’s heart stuttered at the action, waiting for your next move. You looked away into the distance and nodded.

“There’s something you should know.” You confessed. “I didn’t tell you the whole truth downstairs.”

When you were met with silence, you continued. 

“After they realised no matter what torture they used, I would refuse to fight and hurt others. They tried to train me to do suicide missions.. I.. they would strap bombs to my chest and blow me up as I walked to targeted spots as training.”

Both of the girls held your hands as tears made their way down your face.

“It hurt so much” you croaked. “The feeling of my body being torn apart and nerves slowly growing.”

Unable to take anymore, you let out a sob. Immediately Wanda enveloped you in a hug, Natasha doing the same until you were sandwiched between them.

“No one is going to test on us” Wanda whispered. “Not anymore.”

You continued to sob into her shoulder as they whispered words of comfort in your ear. Eventually, you found yourself laying down between the two women. The warmth their bodies provided and the exhaustion of your mind caused you to fall into a deep sleep. For some reason it was the best sleep you’d ever had.

The dynamic between the three of you had completely changed after that night. They were definitely your best friends. No matter how much you wished they could be more, but they were together. They didn’t need you in their relationship, you’d just hold them back. You didn’t let that bother you, no matter how guilty you felt at times during movie night when the two insisted you sit besides them. A week later Steve came up to you as you were eating breakfast.

“I’m really sorry y/n. It was incredibly insensitive of me to suggest what I did that night” he said. Natasha was reading on the sofa, but you could see her eyes on Steve, intently listening to what he was saying.

“It was never my intention to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. You absolutely do not have to train combat if you don’t want to. We all value you as a team member just the same.”

You slowly nodded your thanks. While you appreciated his apology, you were more nervous about your first workout session with Wanda and Natasha. They said they both wanted to be there for your first time as a group workout.

You entered the gym and noticed that the two women had already started working out, Wanda doing squats while Natasha was stretching. Your jaw dropped as you witnessed the two working out in their sports bra and tights. Natasha’s toned abs on display as she did the cobra pose. Your eyes shifted to Wanda and your knees felt weak. You saw sweat make its way down her neck and get lost into her cleavage. Feeling like a pervert for staring you cleared your throat and mentally cursed yourself. Both of them paused what they were doing and started walking towards you. Wanda grinned in excitement while Natasha smiled welcomingly.

“Alright y/n. Why don’t you tell us what your workout looks like and we’ll figure out a safer way to get the same results? Maybe Wanda and I can help spot you too.” Natasha asked.

“Oh cool. Okay, so basically, I run for a little bit. Then I do some strength training, followed by some bag work” you replied, already starting to stretch.

“Perfect, we can join you in running, I was planning on doing legs today, maybe we can workout together?” Wanda suggested. You nodded in agreement and the three of you walked to the treadmills.

“What speed are we running at?” Natasha asked off handedly.

Without thinking “We’ll start with 20 kmph and go from there?” You said, increasing the speed and began running. 

Wanda froze. Refusing to back down, she started the treadmill and began running at full speed. 5 minutes later Wanda was panting, slowing the treadmill down and looking at the other two in amazement. She noticed Natasha wasn’t doing to great either. Around 10 minutes later Natasha slowed down, unable to maintain the pace. Natasha’s face burned as she realised you had unintentionally outlasted both her and Wanda. She spared a glance at Wanda and that little shit had the audacity to smirk. Natasha looked to her right to see you and to her amazement, you were in a full out sprint. Natasha’s jaw dropped to see that you had been running at 35kmph all this while. An hour later, neither of them had the energy to continue running and got off the treadmill. Both of them stunned at the fact that you hadn’t changed your pace for a single second in the past hour. Wanda cleared her throat, brining you out of your focus. You slowed down and stopped, hopping off the treadmill and walking towards them. While you were breathing heavily, you looked nowhere near as exhausted as the other two felt. You smiled at them brightly.

“Time for some strength training?” You asked genuinely.

Wanda glared at you as she sat on a bench, gulping some water. You noticed their exhausted state and knelt towards Wanda.

“Can I help” you asked gently.

Tilting her head in confusion, she nodded. You slowly grabbed both hands and closed your eyed. Wanda gasped as she felt a warmth envelope her. Her soreness exhaustion dissipate and energy enter her entire body. When you let go, Wanda stood up and twisted a couple of times. She felt better than ever before. Not a hint of exhaustion throughout her body. Natasha watched in amazement at the change in her girlfriend, even her slight dark circles had disappeared.

“Is this how you feel all the time?” Wanda asked in awe.

You chuckled. “Not exactly” you replied.

Before Wanda could inquire further, you turned to Natasha and asked for permission. She nodded, blushing slightly when you took her hand. Natasha, too, gasped when she felt warmth take over. Her muscles relaxing. Even the ache she’d been feeling in her knee vanished. She almost whined when you stepped back, the warm feeling throughout her body slowly dissipating. You hadn’t realised what happened but Wanda did. Natasha saw Wanda give her a smug smile. 

You were about to walk to the free weight section when Natasha asked if the group could use the squat rack instead. Shrugging, you made your way to them. Unfortunately, your oversized sweatshirt kept on getting stuck to the squat rack. Sighing, you removed your sweatshirt. Leaving you in a full sleeved compression t-shirt and loose sweatpants. Wanda and Natasha completely froze as they saw you.

“Holy shit” Natasha thought.

“I agree” Wanda replied in her mind.

Your bulging muscles were on display, your muscular arms stretching the compression t-shirt. Natasha totally wasn’t staring at your abs and Wanda was definitely not staring at your arms. You paused, smirking when you noticed why the two were silent. You walked towards Natasha, lifted your finger to close her jaw. Her face flushed at the action.

“You’ll let flies in if you keep doing that” You teased with a smirk.

Wanda shamelessly stared at your sculpted back, looking away only when you started walking back to the squat rack.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you drooling, Wands” you stated, starting to workout.

It was Wanda’s turn to blush and Natasha to smirk. The rest of the workout went surprisingly well, neither of them commented on how heavy you were lifting for all of the exercises. At first, Natasha thought you were showing off for them but quickly quelled the thought as that was definitely not the kind of person you were. It was one of the things she lo- liked about you.

Post workout everyone went to their respective rooms and got ready for dinner. The training session ended up taking 4 hours.

As usual, you were a little late. Everyone was already sitting down, ready to eat. Wanda insisted to wait for you, to which they reluctantly agreed. You entered the room and your heart warmed as you saw Natasha and Wanda had saved a seat for you between the two of them. As you were about to sit down, your eyes fell on the robot sitting at the table. You froze when you saw what was on his forehead. A gasp left your lips, bringing everyone’s eyes to you. Wanda stood quickly, walking to you. Alarm bells ringing in her head as she felt shock, anger, and most of all grief rolling off you in waves. Thor, not picking up on your mood merely introduced you.

“The Vision, this is lady y/n. She’s the newest addition to our team. Lady Y/n, this is the vision. A synthezoid creat-“

“Thor shut up for a second” Nat interrupted. “Detka, what’s wrong?” She asked you.

You raised a trembling finger towards Vision.

“Why do you have that fucking stone” You gritted out.

“I am unaware of what you mean” Vision said, confused.

“That stone.” You seethed. “Killed my sister.”

X--X--X--X--X

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[mvltisstuff]

Hey! Can you please do a enemies to lovers (both in 118) with eddie diaz? Thanks:)

chasing pavements - e.d

summary: request

eddie diaz x reader

gif from @agentoutofdiaz

a/n: THREE MORE FINALS GUYS I GOT THIS 🤌🤌 also i am absolutely not up to par with the quality of my enemies to lovers, but i hope you still enjoy 😉

y/n asked herself the same question every single day at the beginning of her shift. what had she done to make eddie hate her so much? it seemed like he physically was unable to smile when she was around. he avoided her like the plague when in reality, she just wanted to be professional about this.

it’s a natural human response to dislike someone back. people never want to be hated and often get frustrated with the other person involved. y/n always thought the word was too harsh, always regretting it when she said it, but there was no other word to describe their relationship.

eddie’s life has been nothing but uncertainty. having a life with nothing to expect led him to loneliness, craving any form of relationship he had. after the army, he struggled with trying to get back to reality. y/n brought him back too easily, and it irked him.

it didn’t help that she was eerily similar to him personality wise. he hates to admit it, but y/n reminds him of all the things he wishes he could change in himself and she is the constant reminder of that. he couldn’t pick something specific out that he didn’t like through all the time of being bugged by her.

as a prime example, y/n walked into work that morning and almost instantly, eddie’s laugh faded away. she wasn’t even going to say anything, she couldn’t deal with him with everything else going on. her family has been on her case the past few weeks and it doesn’t seem to be over. she’s completely burnt out, eddie being part of the ash. she still showed up at work at the 118, perfectly on time for everyone else is her escape.

there’s no denying that she is a wonderful addition to the 118. she’s wildly talented in her field and knows exactly where she’s needed. she’s looked up upon by her coworkers.

“hey, y/n!” buck says, excited to see his friend.

“hi, buck,” she replies, lightly smiling trying to shield any thoughts from eddie or what she’s dealing with. she looks around at everyone, picking around at the bowl of fruit someone had cut up. the team had noticed she’d been off, zoning out and not celebrating with them as much. the thought she was avoiding them after work, and she really was.

she figured anything eddie had to say to her would just add to the pile of stress that she had, so she let him go out with the team for drinks and other stuff. everyone loved eddie, and if she caused problems with him, she thought they’d take his side without hearing the story.

of course, the affect of athena has rub off on bobby and his investigation. he wanted to have a little fun, seeing how bad y/n and eddie were together. he knew working together and saving people would be fine, so he decided to put them on ambulance together. of course, both of them thought they’d been denied to get through the gates of heaven when bobby passed out the demand. the first call was simple, driving to the hospital silently other than vital checks and orders. the next was too, neither of them speaking to each other unless they were administering something. the last call was particularly difficult for y/n, being a close reminder of what she had to deal with at home.

it was just a little kid, being the scapegoat of all the families problems. all the fights, he sat and listened to something he couldn’t control. he was so little that he called 911 out of fear, the police and the ambulance showing up. y/n was relieved no one was actually hurt and no one needed to go to the hospital, but something about it really sent her over the edge.

she was driving the ambulance back to the station, eddie in the passengers seat. she said harmless words to him, “poor kid, it sucks having to deal with that.”

“well, there’s nothing we can do. cant intervene.”

“i know, i just wish i could’ve helped-“

“what could you have helped, y/n?” he interrupts abruptly, causing her to glance at him. “clearly, you have no clue what it’s like to go through that because you wouldn’t be so caught up on it. it’s not like you would’ve made a difference anyway.”

his words were like a sword in her chest. there’s no way he really things she’s no help. the impact she’s made in the community is noticeable, and she tries so hard everyday to make the own community of her last name come together. he was hitting way too close to home, and it was her last straw before the light tears formed on her waterline. she blinked them away, trying to clear her sight but the stinging in her eyes kept bringing them up. she was already embarrassed enough, and crying in front of her the person who hated her was even more humiliating.

“jesus, y/n,” eddie mocks. “you’re a damn adult, there’s no valid reason to be crying right now.”

as they get closer to the station, she pulls into the garage, parking carefully before she shakily shoves her door open. thank god her shift ended before his did, so she could get out of this hellhole. “screw you, diaz,” she says as one final press to his button. he leans back in his seat, not expecting her to retort back to him.

she rubs her red eyes, shuffling out of the car and abandoning the ambulance behind her. eddie couldn’t even bring himself to get out. he thought he might be having a heart attack because of the new feeling he has. did he feel bad for her? he didn’t think that was possible, she’d had enough pity come her way. when y/n walked past everyone and into the showers, hen, chim, and buck gave him a look that had, “are you serious?” written all over their faces. y/n scrubbed off every last word she had received from eddie, or she tried, at least. they stuck with her like a spider in a trap, along with the other baggage she’d been carrying.

the alarm had gone off while she was in the showers, telling her that eddie was gone on a call with the rest of the team. she went into the locker rooms to get the rest of her stuff and leave this exhausting day behind her. she was shoving her stuff into her duffel bag when eddie’s phone started going wild in his cabinet. he usually brings it on calls. she didn’t let the curiosity get the best of her, needing no more reminders of him in her mind. so, she climbed into her car and started the drive home, even though nothing would be different there.

she notices someone sitting on the sidewalk against the stairs of a building. she knew who it was instantly. eddie’s son, christopher, had been waiting outside which was very odd. school had ended a while ago. his red crutches were sitting next to him and he looked around desperately for anyone he knew. she knew she couldn’t leave him there, and eddie didn’t have his phone, so she pulled into the parking lot next to the building.

“christopher? what are you doing here?”

“tía was supposed to pick me up but she didn’t show up, so i was gonna walk home.”

“oh, buddy. i’d call your dad but he’s on a call.”

“i just want to go home,” chris says, making a frown form on y/n’s face.

“you have a key, right?” christopher nods. “here, i’ll bring you home and i can make you something to eat.”

she helps him get into the car and he tells her where to go, eventually pulling up the the house of eddie. he’d probably flip his shit if he knew she was here, but he’d want his son safe at home more. it’s not like she could’ve taken him to her apartment, eddie would be livid.

the 118 had arrived back at the station, putting away their gear and setting their stuff back where it should be. eddie had overheard someone say that there were repeated calls to someone in the locker room, so he decided he should probably check his phone. his heart skipped a beat when he saw his tías name flashing across the screen a million times. “tía! ¿que paso?”

“it’s christopher! i completely forgot he was getting out at a different time and i was picking him up,” eddie hears her say and he almost drops his phone to the ground. “i went to the school, and he wasn’t there, edmundo.”

“what?” he says. “ok, i’m leaving now, i’ll go look. maybe another parent dropped him off.”

eddie speeds over to his home, passing all the cars slower than him. he would never recover if something happened to chris. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. he slams his car door shut, running to the door and frantically turning the doorknob. he rapidly moves inside, shouting christopher’s name, praying for a reply. he walks into the kitchen to see y/n standing over a boiling pot, and his face goes pale as a ghost when he sees her.

“he’s in the living room with headphones on. i found him trying to walk home,” y/n tells him.

“where was he?”

“the offices on north west,” she takes notices of his expression. “i’m sorry, eddie. i can leave in a minute. i would’ve called you, but-“

“no apologizing, don’t worry about it,” he says, calmly. “thank you. so much, y/n, thank you.”

she nods, smiling lightly because this might get her in the door a bit better. “it’s really not a problem. i was happy to do this for him, i just wanted him safe for you.”

she begins to gather her belongings like her phone and wallet, putting it back into her purse and picking up.

“y/n, wait,” eddie says, placing a hand on her arm. “i have to say i’m sorry. i was nothing but a complete dick for no reason and i had no clue you had so much going on. i got yelled at by hen and was told to lay off.”

y/n laughs a bit, “are you only saying this because hen told you to?”

“absolutely not. y/n, you just saved my son. god only knows what could’ve happened, i mean we live in a massive city. it means the world to me that you were there for him when i couldn’t be. i’ve treated you like shit and you’ve never even done a bad thing. you just… scared me.”

“i scared you? i think you can take the prize there, eddie.”

“ok, maybe not scared, but i was intimidated. because i see so much of myself in you and i couldn’t handle that.”

“it’s ok, really. i just need breather for a little. i am that little kid that we got called to today and you completely disregarded it. i would have never done that to you.”

“i never, ever want to make you feel like that again. i want to make this work, you and i. so, stay for dinner tonight. you already went through the hassle of cooking for him, why don’t you eat it?”

“i’m happy to make boxed mac and cheese for him anytime, eddie. and i’m here for you and your kid whenever you need it.” she and eddie sit down at the table, letting whatever was on their chest come out as christopher played video games in the other room.

[mi-dori]

Choose a side

Prompt: After reader fucked Kafka, she got pregnant. Reader sneaks out from the Astral express to visit Kafka until she got caught and had to end up picking a side.

Warnings: Slight Angst, pregnant kafka

A/n: This is rushed so please excuse the mid writing 😭🙏

Recently all of Elio's scripts contained Blade, Sliverwolf and the others. None of them contained Kafka and they knew why. They knew whag Kafka did a month ago and why she was having morning sickness, weird cravings and constant mood swings. "She's coming back Kafka." Elio hummed as he kept Kafka in his office while he did some work.

"I know. I'm carrying her child after all," she ran her hand down the barely noticeable bump. Later that night, the express train was parked at the space station. One month had passed since the heavy attack from the Anti matter legion and it completely destroyed the space station. The Astral express crew stayed to help repair the space station.

Himeko found herself having trouble sleeping so she got up and went out for a walk. In the corner of her eye, she saw you sneaking out of your room with a bag on your shoulder. You looked so distressed yet happy and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Y/n?" She called out. You stopped in your tracks, fat beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. Turning on your heels, you were faced with a very distraught Himeko. "Where are you going?" You felt sick to the core just thinking about telling Himeko the truth knowing full well that the Stellaron Hunters are the sworn enemies of the trailblazers.

"Himeko..." you breathed out. The redhead was confused beyond question and you knew you couldn't hide it from her any longer. "Himeko I'm sorry." Little by little you began telling her the truth. About how you were once apart of the Stellaron hunters and the incident that happened a month ago.

"Wow... I... wow..." she stumbled backwards a bit, feeling extremely hurt. She loved you. Himeko was deeply in love with you. Every smile, every joke, every battle, everything you did made her enchanted by you and now after hearing this sick truth, she knew she couldn't stop you.

You bowed your head in shame, not knowing how to face her. She saw your distressed look and gently lifted your head with her fingers. A sad smile adorned her face. "This is hard to take in but I know you love her. I may not know much about Kafka or the stellaron hunters or you for that matter but I know for a fact that where love calls, one must answer. Go to her. Go to your family Y/n."

"Himeko- there's nothing to regret. We will become enemies but just know that the deeds you did in the name of Akivili, were more than enough to repay your sins you've committed in the past." Through her tears she spoke, Slight sobs leaving her mouth at the end.

You've hurt her but there's nothing you can do. Kafka is bearing your child right now and you can't abadon her. "What will you tell the others?"

"I'll tell them I don't know where you are. Go y/n. They're gonna be up soon." With a firm nod, you hugged Himeko and she melted in your touch but her comfort was soon dispelled as she knew which side you chose and she couldn't do nothing to change your mind.

"Goodbye Himeko. I hope you find your true love one day," you waved at her before running off. Himeko smiled.

"But you are my true love." Alas, fate wasn't in her favour and it might never be.

"You left the Astral express for me?" Kafka smiled, and so did you. "One month ago you were trying to kill me." She chuckled as she pulled you in for a kiss.

You pulled away and rubbed her belly. "I know but this little bundle of happiness is what brought us back together."

"Elio told me you'll be back."

"Of course he did," you rolled your eyes. Of course Elion would know, he's... he's Elio.

"Don't you wanna greet your boss and your fellow hunters?" You followed her along like a lost puppy and immediately upon entering Elio's office, you found yourself back in your old uniform. Elio spun around in his chair and with an evil glint, he smiled.

"Your plan worked Kafka. We finally have our triumph card back with us."

[atths--twice]

Germs and All

After attending a conference, Scully falls ill. Not wanting to be alone, and missing Mulder, she heads to his apartment.

I've been fighting through a cold the past few days. As a result, I've had extra time on my hands as I've been resting. Because of this, my mind wanders to MSR more than usual. I love stories where they take care of each other and so, I've written this little fic.

Hope you enjoy. 💓

Scully woke up, her mouth dry and nose stuffy. Groaning, she rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock before closing her eyes in the gray light. Opening her eyes again, she looked back at the clock as she drew in a breath. 

11:30. 

It was eleven thirty? 

Sitting up, she looked around the room and then picked up her watch to be sure the time was correct. 

11:30. 

“Oh, God,” she whined softly as she fell back onto the pillows, sniffling deeply. “How is it so late?” 

Rain hit the windows and she sighed as she sat up again and laid her watch back beside her half drunk cup of tea. Pushing herself up, she groaned again, her body aching. 

Stumbling to the bathroom, she used the toilet, washed her hands and brushed her teeth. Staring at her reflection, she sighed and made a face before turning off the light and leaving the room. 

Shivering, she grabbed the comforter off of the bed and wrapped it around herself as she groaned again and opened the bedroom door. 

Pausing just past the doorway, she looked to her right and saw Mulder sitting on his couch, smiling at her. 

“Hello,” he said and she frowned with another groan. “I take it you’re not feeling better.” 

“It’s eleven thirty,” she complained and he nodded, glancing at his watch. 

“Nearly quarter till twelve now,” he said and she whined. 

“Why did you let me sleep so long?” she asked, kicking the comforter back from her feet as she walked over to him. 

“Let you?” he asked with a chuckle, as she sat on the end of the couch with a huff and then laid down, her head resting against his thigh. 

“I’m tired,” she complained, letting out a deep breath. “And my nose is stuffy.”

“I know,” he said, his fingers rubbing her head and running through her hair. “Well, about the stuffy nose anyway.” 

“I slept all night. How am I still tired?” she whined and he chuckled again. 

“You have a cold, Scully.” 

“Mmmm,” she moaned with a frown. “This is all Skinner’s fault. I didn’t want to go to that stupid conference. He made me.” 

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed, his fingers rubbing her neck. 

“That feels good,” she whispered, her eyes closing. 

“Skinner wasn’t sick,” he mused and she sighed heavily. 

“No. But someone there was and I got it from them. You didn’t go, so you’re fine.” 

“I won’t be in a couple of days, seeing as you brought all the germs with you. This place is ground zero now. The bedroom in particular is highly contaminated.” 

“I know. I should’ve gone home,” she admitted with a nod. “I just…” 

“I was just teasing,” he said, his thumb pressing firmer into her neck and causing her to moan. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Even though I’ve…” She sniffled deeply and let out a deep breath. “God. Even though I’ve brought the plague upon you?” 

“It’s just a cold,” he said, laughing softly. 

“Feels worse.” 

“You say that every time you’re sick.” 

“Because it does. It always does,” she whined, breathing through her mouth as her nose had become far too stuffy. 

“I’ll get you some medicine,” he said, scratching her scalp lightly and moving gently from the couch. “You want anything to eat?” She moaned and shook her head. “Tea?” She shook her head again and he chuckled softly. “Okay, just the medicine.” 

She nodded as she burrowed into the comforter, finding a more comfortable position. 

A kiss was pressed to her temple and she smiled. 

“Even full of germs, and wrapped like a mummy, you’re adorable,” he whispered, kissing her again before he left the room. 

She smiled and then coughed, groaning as she shook her head. The comforter was pulled even closer and she took a stuffy breath. 

“Hey,” Mulder said and she opened her eyes. “Here’s the medicine and some water. You need to sit up to take it and the cough syrup.” 

“I hate cough syrup,” she grumbled and he hummed as he helped her sit up. 

“I know,” he said, handing her the syringe in his hand. 

“You like using this, don’t you?” she asked, putting the syringe in her mouth and pressing the plunger, swallowing the medicine quickly. Making a face, she took a sip of the water he offered. 

“I do. I’m glad you gave it to me,” he said, smiling as he handed her two large liquid filled pills. “These should help too.” 

She took them and placed them into her mouth, swallowing them with the rest of the water in the glass. Pouting, she handed the glass back to him and then coughed, turning her head to avoid coughing directly on him. 

“I’ll get you some more water,” he said as she coughed again. She laid back down with a moan, cursing that stupid conference. 

It had been monotonous, uninspiring, and lonely without Mulder with her. And then the last night there, she had felt the telltale signs of a cold brewing as her throat was scratchy when she swallowed. 

Waking up to a stuffy nose and achy body, the flight home had been miserable. Hailing a cab, she had given the driver Mulder’s address, closing her eyes as she rested her head against the window. 

When she had made her way to his door, her suitcase feeling exceptionally heavy and clumsy, she swayed as she knocked twice and waited. 

His happy smile had vanished at the sight of her, concern quickly replacing it. 

“I don’t feel so good,” she had said, pitching forward and falling into his arms. 

“Aw, Scully,” he had whispered, pulling her and her bag inside. 

He had brought her into his room, turned on the shower to warm up, and helped her undress. 

While she had been in the shower, he had changed his sheets, found some clothes for her to wear, and made her some tea. 

When she had dressed in one of his long sleeved shirts and a pair of cuffed sweatpants with the drawstring pulled as far as it could go, he had sat her down on his bed and blown her hair dry as she moaned repeatedly, her eyes closed. 

When he had finished, he brushed her hair and kissed her on the forehead. 

“Why don’t you lay down and I’ll go get you some medicine?” he had asked and she had nodded. “Come on, come and lay down.” 

He had helped her up and led her to the other side of the bed, pulling back the covers and then tucking her in once she had laid down, her head pounding. 

“I’ll be back soon. Rest.” He had kissed her head twice, ran a hand down her side, and whispered goodbye as he left. 

He had woken her to take some medicine, sitting with her until she had fallen back to sleep, stroking her hair as he spoke quietly about his last couple of days without her. 

She had woken throughout the night, his arm around her waist or fingers locked with her own, her nose stuffy and head still aching. 

“Hey,” he said softly and she opened her eyes, looking up at him. “Do you want some more water? Luckily, I found a bendy straw so now you don’t have to sit up.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding slightly. “I’ll have a little bit. Thank you.” He sat on the coffee table and held the glass and straw for her as she took a few sips. 

“Feeling any better at all?” he asked and she sighed as she pulled back from the glass of water. 

“Not at the moment,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing again. 

“Well, hopefully that medicine will help soon. I brought over another box of tissues and a paper bag for the used ones. Do you need anything else?” 

“No, not right now. Thank you,” she said, attempting to breathe through her nose and giving up to take a deep breath through her mouth. “I’m just so tired.” 

“Rest, Scully,” he said, kissing her temple again, the glass of water set on the coffee table. 

And she did, dozing in and out as he sat on the couch beside her, his fingers in her hair or resting on her shoulder. She heard baseball being announced, the crack of a bat, and organ music playing. Then she heard the dialogue of a movie as she turned over and sighed, the comforter tucked around her when she did. 

“Thank you,” she breathed and he hummed as his fingers rubbed her scalp again and she fell back to sleep. 

Her bladder woke her and she moaned as she stirred, extricating herself from her comforter cocoon. 

“I ordered some food,” Mulder said as she stretched and rolled her neck. “Matzo ball and chicken noodle soup. Waiting for you, whenever you’re ready.”

“That sounds good,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Not sure how much I’ll be able to eat.” 

“I know. But you haven’t eaten anything all day. You need something.” 

“Okay. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” 

When she came out of the bedroom, she was wearing one of his hoodies, as she had lost the warmth of the comforter. She had also put on a pair of his thick socks and pulled her hair back into a small ponytail. Yawning, she padded to the dining room and sat down. 

A small bowl of matzo ball soup had been placed at her spot, the spoon resting inside of it. She smiled at the sight of the cut up matzo ball, making it easier to eat. Glancing up, she watched him walk in with his own bowl of soup and a plate of sliced bread. 

“You cut my matzo ball,” she said with a sniffle as she reached for her spoon. 

“Yeah, I did,” he said, setting his stuff down and sitting beside her. “Easier and quicker for you to eat.” 

“Thank you,” she said, filling her spoon with broth and a piece of matzo. 

They sat in silence as they ate, Scully taking her time to eat as much of the soup as she could. 

“I can’t taste any of this,” she said, shaking her head, leaving her spoon down in the bowl. “Not one bit, but I’m sure it’s really good.” 

“It is,” he said and she nodded as she pushed the bowl from in front of her. 

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, watching him finish his bowl of soup. He smiled at her and she smiled back, suddenly overwhelmed with affection for him. “I love you.” 

He stopped eating and stared at her, his smile growing. 

“I know I’ve told you before, but I just wanted to say it again,” she said, sniffing and letting out a deep breath. 

He set his spoon in his bowl and made to move towards her, his hands reaching out. 

“No,” she said, putting up a hand. “Contagious, remember?” 

“Ground zero, remember?” he asked, his hands now cradling her face as he smiled. “The damage has been done. Therefore, a kiss on the lips won’t cause any harm.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes as his lips met hers. 

He kissed her gently, his thumbs slowly rubbing against her cheeks as she hummed again. Needing air, she pulled back slightly and drew in a breath, before his lips were on hers again.  

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her one more time. Smiling as he pulled back, his thumbs stroking along her cheeks. “Germs and all.” 

“Ha ha,” she said, opening her eyes and looking at him. “Ugh. I think I need to lay down.” 

“Yeah,” he agreed, moving his hands from her face. “Let me clean this up and get you some more medicine. Then bed.” 

She waited at the table for him as he quickly cleaned up. More cough syrup and pills were brought to her along with a glass of ice water. She took it all with only minimal complaints, thanking him with a nod. 

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” 

He led her through the apartment, turning the lights off behind them. He grabbed the comforter and followed her into his room. 

She went into the bathroom, used the toilet, washed her hands, and brushed her teeth. 

Mulder had put the comforter back on the bed and pulled back the covers on her side once again. Waiting while she laid down, he tucked her in and kissed her head. 

“Be right back,” he said and she hummed as she closed her eyes. 

When he finally laid down, she was nearly asleep, but she opened her eyes to look at him and give him a small smile. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she reached for his hand. 

“That’s why you came here, isn’t it?” he asked softly, kissing her knuckles. “Knowing you were ill? Wanting to be cared for?” 

“Yes and no,” she said, moving closer to him. 

“How’s that?” he asked and she opened her eyes again.  

“I missed you. I wanted to see you,” she said, her eyes rolling back as she shut them again. “I didn’t plan on being sick. I just missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” he whispered, pulling her close. “I’m glad you came over.” 

“Germs and all?” she asked, her words slightly slurred. 

“Yes. Germs and all,” he assured her, kissing her forehead and whispering his love for her as she fell asleep, held safely in his arms. 

[clangenrising]

Month 7 - Leaffall

“They’ll love you,” Smokyrose soothed as she wound her tail with Ghost’s, leading him across the grasslands towards the RisingClan camp. 

“I know, I know,” Ghost sighed, leaning his head on top of hers. “I’m just… nervous.” 

“What for?” asked Smokyrose genuinely. 

“About the kits, I guess?” he shrugged. 

“Oh?” she licked his cheek curiously. She had told him just an hour or so ago and he had taken it well, if a bit surprised. She had rubbed herself all over him, vibrating joyfully, and he had laughed and held her close. She couldn’t have been happier. She had eventually convinced him to come meet her Clanmates, even though he seemed reluctant. She couldn’t help but wonder what his reasons were. 

 “I’m sure things will be fine,” she added, “Sagetooth is a skilled Healer, I’ll be in great paws, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She wondered if the city cats had their own healers or if they just had to hope they never got ill. 

“It’s not that,” he shook his head. “I’m… I’ve never been a father before.” Quickly, he amended, “I mean, I’m sure I’ve had kits, but it’s never been… a responsibility for me before. I’m not sure I’m cut out for it.” 

“I have faith,” she purred. “You’ll make a great dad.” 

“If you say so, Miss Smoke.” He chuckled a little and placed a few licks on her forehead, causing her purr to deepen in her chest. 

Soon, the camp was upon them. Smokyrose squeezed herself against his muscled shoulder in encouragement and they descended into the dip where she had always made her home. Ghost’s mouth was open wide to scent the well worn scents of the cats who lived there. Smokyrose looked around and saw that Pantherhaze and Songdust were sunning on the roof of the warriors’ den. 

Raising her tail she gave a tiny meow to get their attention. “Songdust! Pantherhaze! Look who I brought ‘round.” Songdust sat up, squinting in the sun, but immediately brightened at the sight of them. 

“Hey!” she purred, rolling to her paws. “If it isn’t your fancy new beau! Nice to meet you.” She dropped onto the grass to meet them, tail swishing gently. Ghost dipped his head in her direction. 

“You must be the famous Songdust,” he purred and Smokyrose nearly swooned at how suave he was. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Smokyrose lifted her head proudly, almost hoping that Songdust would be jealous now that she’d met him.

“Wow, you were right,” laughed Songdust, brows lifting. “He is quite the gentleman.”

“Isn’t he just?” Smokyrose hummed fondly. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Pantherhaze said, padding up with wide amber eyes. 

“Pantherhaze,” Smokyrose said, “this is Ghost. Ghost, Pantherhaze.” 

Ghost dipped his head again. “The pleasure is mine.” 

“So, Ghost,” Songdust asked, shifting into a more comfortable stance, “are you coming to stay then?” 

Ghost chuckled reticently, “We’ll have to see, won’t we.” 

“Well, hey!” Goldenstar’s voice called from the other side of camp. “Who’s the handsome stranger?” 

Smokyrose looked over to the Stoneperch where the leader was emerging from her den and grinned. “Goldenstar! Come meet the father of my kits.” Turning to Ghost, she said, “This is Goldenstar, she’s the leader of the Clan.” 

As Goldenstar approached, he bowed his head deeply. “A pleasure to meet you, your excellence.”

Goldenstar laughed, eyes sparkling. “Wow, are all city cats as polite as you two?” she looked over her shoulder and frowned. 

“Pardon?” Ghost glanced at Smokyrose, confused. She tilted her head in kind, not having seen anyone behind the tortie even if she could infer who Goldenstar was looking for.

“Sorry,” Goldenstar said, face falling a bit. “I thought that…” She shook her head a bit and pulled her attention back to the cats in front of her and put a smile back on. “Not important. There’s no need for such formalities. We’re all friends here.” 

“I see,” hummed Ghost. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you regardless. My name is Ghost.” 

“Ghost,” she nodded. “Well, welcome to RisingClan, Ghost. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, get to know the place.” 

“I’m trying to convince him to stay but he’s being stubborn about it,” Smokyrose purred, pressing against his side again. She smirked up at him and he smiled as his gaze dipped toward the ground. 

“Regrettably, I have obligations in the city, but I’m happy to stay for a bit.” 

“That’s too bad,” said Goldenstar. 

“Come along,” Smokyrose said, pushing his shoulder, “I want to introduce you to Oddstripe.” 

“Ah,” he chuckled, “excuse me, then.” 

Smokyrose purred and pushed him towards the Healer’s den. As they went, she whispered, “You’ll have to excuse Sagetooth, though. She’s a bit of a curmudgeon.”

“Good to know,” he whispered back and Smokyrose’s stomach fluttered. She felt like an apprentice again, full of energy and mischief and excitement. She even dared to hope that somehow she would be able to change Ghost’s mind and he would stay for good. We’ll have to see, won’t we? she thought to herself.

[httplilyyy]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

request: ‘can you do some angst with russo? but like...stomach drop angst. and r is bff with very protective a ona? please.. thank you.’

summary: the one where it all goes wrong

warnings: the ‘L-bomb’, fluff, angst, the occasional swear word, established relationship

word count: 6k

a/n: welcome to the rollercoaster of emotions. everyone boarding this ride please be prepared for the angst and fluff throughout but ultimately, a not so happy ending

woso masterlist | next part

The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky of Manchester, peeking through the blinds of your bedroom where you were currently sleeping. Reaching out in your sleep, you noticed the missing presence beside you.

You tapped around haphazardly, waking up fully when all you could feel was the cold sheets from where your girlfriend once was. Your eyes fluttered open, face scrunching up as you were hit by the morning light.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you rolled onto your back, looking up at the ceiling. Letting out a content sigh as you stretched your limbs before you sat up to look at the time on your phone.

Groaning slightly at the realisation that it was only half seven in the morning you stood yourself up and trudged to the kitchen, phone in hand, hoping to find your girlfriend.

Walking into the kitchen you were soon hit by the strong smell of coffee. Placing your phone on the counter, you sneaked up behind Alessia and gently wrapped your arms around her waist, swaying the two of you from side to side.

“Morning, love.” You said, pressing a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head, voice still a little groggy due to just waking up.

“Sleep well?” Alessia asked, turning around in your hold, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as the two of you continued to sway without any music.

“Yeah, you?” You questioned, placing a quick peck to Alessia’s lips, a smile adorning both of your faces.

“Mhm.” Alessia nodded, resting her head in the crook of your neck.

The two of you were surrounded in your little bubble, completely forgetting that Alessia was making breakfast before the smell of burning flooded both your senses.

Alessia quickly got out of your hold, desperately trying to salvage whatever she could but it was no use.

“This is what happens when you're in the kitchen.” Alessia said, pointing a spatula in your direction.

“I’m not the one cooking.” You smiled, raising your hands in defence.

“You’re a distraction.” Alessia huffed as she walked towards you, taking a hold of your hands, wrapping them around herself.

“How about I cook us something?” You wondered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Feeling Alessia nod into your chest you chuckled before bending down to pick her up. Alessia lets out a small yelp at the unexpected action and is quick to wrap her legs around your waist.

Walking over to the kitchen counter, you set Alessia down beside your phone before you went to rummage for something to make breakfast. You soon came to a decision to make a full english and you were quick to get to work.

Alessia watched on as you moved around the kitchen expertly, preparing all the food. She was soon brought out of her trance when your phone rang from beside her.

“Ona’s calling you.” Alessia said, holding your phone out to you.

“You can answer it.” You smiled, placing some bacon into a pan, watching as it sizzled.

Alessia gave you a small okay before answering Ona’s face time call.

“Y/n! I found the perfect r-” Ona quickly cut herself off upon seeing Alessia’s face instead of yours. “Oh, hola Alessia.”

“Hey, you alright?” Alessia asked, chuckling at the confused face of your best friend.

“Yeah, all good.” Ona smiled.

“What was it that you were going to say?”

“Oh, it's no big deal, really.” Ona spoke.

“You alright, Ona?” You questioned, resting your head on Alessia’s shoulder.

“Casi le conté a Alessia tu secreto, así que no, no estoy bien. Casi arruiné todo para ti.” Ona rambled.

“What was that?” Alessia asked, tilting her head to the side out of confusion.

“Nothing to worry about.” You said quickly, gently taking your phone from Alessia and walking into the living room.

“Lo siento. I didn’t-” Ona started.

“It’s fine, Ona, seriously. She doesn’t know. I’ll call you later, okay? We can talk about it then.”

“Sí, sí. Okay, speak to you later.”

“Bye, Ona.” You chuckled as you ended the call.

“So, what don’t I know?” Alessia wondered as she rested against the doorframe.

“Oh, Jesus, Less. You scared the shit out of me.” You jumped, looking up from your phone and at the woman in front of you.

“Don’t dodge the question.”

“It’s a surprise.” You shrugged, placing your phone on the coffee table before walking passed the blonde forward and back into the kitchen.

“Fine, I'll drop it for now.” Alessia mumbled as she followed after you.

“There's nothing to worry about.” You smiled as you plated the breakfast for the two of you.

“Okay.” Alessia whispered.

You took a hold of both your plates and brought them into the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. Turning on the tv, you quickly nipped back into the kitchen to get some cutlery and once you returned you saw a sour look on Alessia’s face.

“What’s up?” You asked, sitting beside the blonde, placing her cutlery beside her plate and the same for yourself.

“You tell me.” Alessia said, crossing her arms, leaning back.

“I don’t know?” You said, huffing out a laugh. “I really don’t.”

“You either tell me what it is you’re doing or we are both going to seriously fall out.” Alessia stated, giving you a look.

“Less-” You tried.

“Don’t call me that.” Alessia cut you off.

“Wha-? I don’t-? Why are you acting like this?” You tripped over your words, confused as to why Alessia was acting like this.

“I want to know what you’re hiding.” Alessia spoke.

“I’m not hiding anything?” You said, trying to think of what could’ve happened in the short span of time from when you left her to go to the kitchen to then come back right after.

“No?” Alessia said rhetorically.

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

“So why did you change your phone password?” Alessia asked.

“I-” You mumbled.

“Are you cheating on me?” Alessia questioned, voice quivering.

“What?” You mumbled, stunned. Voice cracking at the thought of Alessia thinking you were cheating on her.

“Are you?” Alessia asked again, standing up from the sofa to pace around the living room.

You watch as she puts her hands in her hair, seeing the tears brimming her eyes, how her lip begins to quiver.

“Less-” You tried again.

“I said don’t call me that.” Alessia cut you off, pointing at you, stopping her pacing.

“Alessia.” You said softly and cautiously, getting up off the sofa as well, making your way to the blonde, however, she backed away from any of your advances.

“Answer the question.” Alessia demanded.

“I’m not cheating on you.” You said, looking straight into her eyes, still making your way towards her.

“Then why-?” Alessia said quietly, almost as if she didn't believe you.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” You said softly, getting closer to Alessia so you were able to place your hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” Alessia mumbled, looking down at the floor, ashamed for accusing you of such a thing.

“It’s okay.” You smiled, pulling her into your embrace.

“I just-”

“It doesn’t matter, okay? I love you and nobody else.”

“I love you too.”

“I’d never cheat on you, I promise.” You said. “How about we have our breakfast now?”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Alessia said as she let out a teary chuckle.

Upon hearing Alessia sniffle, you gently pushed her back and out of your embrace, cradling her head in your hands, you used the pads of your thumbs to wipe away any stray tears that fell from her eyes.

“I love you.” You said quietly, watching as Alessia’s face lit up at the eight letter sentence.

You placed a kiss on her forehead before you sat back down on the sofa, Alessia snuggling up into your side. The two of you tucked into your breakfast as you watched the movie playing on the tv.

As you both watched the movie the two of you finally finishing up your breakfast you found yourself mindlessly drawing patterns and shapes up and down Alessia’s side. Enjoying the tranquillity after your little hiccup, you felt Alessia’s grip around you tighten.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry.” Alessia mumbled, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

“It’s okay, I'm sorry I made you feel that way.” You said, pulling the blonde forward closer to you.

“I don’t know what I'd do without you.” Alessia quietly admitted.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of the blonde’s head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now how about we forget this ever happened and think about what’s happening these upcoming days?” You suggested.

“Yeah, okay.” Alessia smiled.

“So, what's on our agenda?” You asked, smiling at how Alessia has perked back up again.

“I thought we could have a chilled day today and tomorrow, maybe go shopping then on sunday we can invite the girls around?”

“That sounds good, so today is a chilled one, saturday is shopping then sunday is with the girls, got it.” You repeated Alessia’s words, confirming with a little nod.

As exactly what Alessia said, the rest of the day was a completely relaxed one. The two of you just stayed cuddled up on the sofa watching movies, having a couple make out sessions here and there but not going any further than that. Just enjoying the time you spent together. Never wanting the moment between you to end.

As the day soon became night, you decided to speak to Ona to talk about what happened that morning. As another movie came to an end you noticed Alessia’s evened out breaths, signalling that she was asleep.

As delicately as you could, you moved the blonde from on top of you and moved from underneath her. You made sure she was in a comfortable position before you left the blonde and walked into your bedroom to call Ona.

“Hey, Ona.” You smiled seeing your best friend’s face pop up on the screen of your phone.

“Hola, y/n.” The Spaniard replied.

“Sorry about earlier, we were in the kitchen making breakfast.” You apologised, rubbing the back of your neck.

“It’s okay. I was going to talk about a ring I found.” Ona smiled, practically jumping up and down.

“You found one?” You asked, attention definitely peaked.

“Yeah. I got them to hold it for you till tomorrow.”

“Oh, Ona I love you!” You cheered, a big smile plastered upon your face.

“No problem, you have to get there before midnight tomorrow before they possibly sell it to someone else.”

“Yeah, okay. Just send me the details and I'll go have a look tomorrow.”

“Okay, I can't believe my best friend is going to propose.” Ona said excitedly.

“Bye, Ona.” You chuckled, ending the call.

A couple of minutes passed before you got a notification from Ona telling you everything you needed to know about the ring and where the shop is. Smiling to yourself you locked your phone and walked back out into the living room where Alessia was still asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, you ran back into your shared room and prepared the bed for her before going back to the living room where you gently picked Alessia up bridal style and made your way to the bedroom.

Along the short journey there, Alessia snuggled herself up into your embrace and held onto you unknowingly. As you placed the blonde onto the bed, her grip on you tightened.

“Don’t go.” Alessia mumbled quietly, still half asleep.

“I’ll only be a quick minute, I just need to turn the lights off.” You whispered.

“Okay.”

Keeping your promise you were back with Alessia in under a minute. You quickly but carefully got under the covers and settled yourself beside Alessia who soon turned onto her side to bury her head in the crook of your neck, her leg resting on top of yours.

Placing your phone on charge, you turned off the light on your bedside table and wrapped an arm around your girlfriend. The two of you falling asleep not long after.

The next day came around and when waking up this time, instead of feeling cold sheets, there was the warmth from your girlfriend cuddled into you. Your positions not changing from the night before.

Alessia’s head rested in the crook of your neck, involuntary inhaling your perfume, the smell making her feel at home. As she cuddled into your side, your arm was trapped under her head. Your hand tracing small, intricate patterns on her back.

Trying to be as careful as possible, you pulled yourself up and out of the bed, making sure that Alessia was still asleep before you went to the bathroom.

Quickly doing your morning routine, you got changed into some clothes before finding a piece of paper and writing a little note for Alessia.

‘Morning, love

I’m just popping out for a little while, I'll be back before lunch

Love you x’

You left the note on her bedside table next to her phone before you placed a gentle kiss on her temple, taking a hold of all your things needed for the day, and leaving the house.

Once you sat in your car, turning on the ignition, you sent a quick text to Ona saying you were going to have a look at the ring for Alessia.

You put your phone away, clicking your seatbelt into place before driving off. The drive wasn’t long, only twenty-five minutes and before you knew it you were parking up outside the shop.

Nerves suddenly kicking in, the reality of it all becoming much more real and it terrified you. Not the fact you were going to propose, the fact you may be rejected. Hopping out of your car your nerves grew with each step. Your heart pounds just that tad faster as you neared the shop door.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by an old lady sending you a sweet smile. Walking over to the counter where she stood, you exhaled a shaky breath before you spoke to the lady.

“Hello.” You smiled, drumming your fingers on the counter.

“How are you, dear?” The lady asked, clearly noticing your nerves.

“All good, thank you.” You replied. “Um, my friend called yesterday and asked if you could hold a ring under the surname y/l/n?”

“Oh, yes. Let me just go get it for you.” The lady said before she left you by the counter to go to the back of the store.

You weren’t waiting long and the woman was back before you knew it. She placed a box in front of you, a beaming smile across her face.

“Your friend chose a good one.” She said, pushing the box a little closer towards you.

With delicate fingers, you picked up the tiny box, and opened it up to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

“Yeah, she did.” You whispered, not tearing your eyes away from the item in your hand.

“Your partner must be very lucky.”

“Oh, I'm definitely the lucky one.” You said, smiling up at the woman before closing the box and placing it back on the counter.

“Would you like to look at some others?”

“No thank you, I'll take this one.”

“Okay, if you will just follow me.”

The lady moved towards the cash register you followed closely behind. As you pulled your card out the lady scanned the ring. You didn’t care for the price, you were willing to pay for the whole world when it comes to Alessia.

“That’s all gone through, would you like a bag?” The lady asked.

“I should be alright.” You smiled, taking the ring from the lady’s outstretched hand.

“Alright then, I wish you the best of luck, not that you're going to need it.”

“Thank you.” You said, sending the lady one last smile before walking out the shop.

As you walked back to your car, you were too busy to notice that some of your teammates had seen you. Just as you were about to get into your car, they called out your name.

Stopping dead in your tracks, you turned around and saw who there was. Thankfully Alessia wasn’t with them and it was only Tooney and Millie.

You were quick to say hello to them both, joining in a little conversation which soon turned into one where they got in your car and you were driving to a nearby cafe.

Completely forgetting about the time, you sat with Ella and Millie, stupidly leaving Alessia at home, wondering where you had gone to.

You ignored your phone, not on purpose but you hadn’t realised the multiple missed calls and messages from not only Alessia but a couple of your friends as well.

You had thought you managed to escape the gruelling from Ella and Millie about why you were exiting a jewellery shop but you were soon to realise they were just saving the conversation for when you were sat down.

“Are you going to show us?” Ella asked.

“Show what?” You replied, confused.

“The ring.” Millie said.

“I-”

“Come on, don’t try to lie to us. It’s about time you proposed anyway.” Millie smiled.

You pulled the ring out from your pocket and slid it onto the table in front of you. The two girls gasped once they opened up the little box, both of them completely gobsmacked at how beautiful it looked.

You told them that it was a secret and how you were planning to take Alessia on a holiday next week and you were going to propose to her then.

The both of them immediately wanted in on your plan and they were willing to help you in any way possible. The three of you conversed for what seemed like a short period of time when in reality it was hours.

By the time the three of you had finished up with your food and conversations it was well into the afternoon.

Mentally scolding yourself once you realised the time, you quickly bid your goodbyes and asked if Ella and Millie would want to come round to yours and Alessia’s tomorrow. The two were immediate to agree and after saying one last goodbye, you jumped back in your car and drove home.

“Less?” You asked, walking through the front door.

After not receiving an answer you trudged further into the house, hoping to scope out your girlfriend. Once you did, it was not a pretty sight.

Alessia was sat on the sofa, underneath an abundance of blankets, tears brimming her eyes as she stared at the movie playing on the tv.

“Less?” You questioned, walking around so you crouched in front of your girlfriend, placing your hands on her knees, looking into her eyes that showed so much emotions in the span of a second. “I’m so sorry.”

“Where were you?” Alessia croaked.

“I went out to pick something up but I got caught up with Millie and Ella, I am so sorry.”

“I tried calling and texting you but you didn't pick up.”

“I know, I'm sorry. I didn’t check my phone till I got in the car.”

“Are you really though?” Alessia asked, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes with a slight anger.

“Am I what?”

“Sorry? You keep repeating it. If you were really sorry it wouldn't have happened more than once.”

“What has happened more than once?”

“Don’t play stupid, y/n. Recently all it has felt like is that you are choosing your friends over me.”

“That's not what it is like at all.”

“Then tell me, tell me why we made plans only for them to go flying out of the window.” Alessia said, standing up leading you to back away from her, trying to dodge her flying hands that were expressing her feelings.

“Less, you have to believe me.”

“Then why does it feel like I can't?”

“What?” You asked, taking a step back. The feeling in your heart was as if you were just shot. “Do you not trust me?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Well you implied it.”

At this point you started to feel more and more nervous about proposing. You were just trying to figure out where it all went wrong. You never thought hiding a huge secret away from Alessia would be like this. You should’ve known she’d think something is up.

You just wish you could tell her. But that’ll mess everything up. You had a plan. Take Alessia to Italy and propose. However, that dream seemed to be slipping through your fingers.

The one big question playing on your mind is: would it all be worth it? All the fighting, hurtful comments being thrown left, right and centre? Of course it would be.

You loved Alessia and nothing would change that.

“What is happening to us?” Alessia asked, taking in a deep breath.

“I don't know.” You replied, your voice cracking slightly.

“I wish you would just tell me what's going on.”

“I told you, it's a surprise.”

“I’m slowly starting to think that’s bullshit.”

“How about we forge-”

“We can’t just keep ‘forgetting’ everything, it doesn't work like that.”

“Just till tomorrow?” You pleaded. “It’ll all make sense, I promise.”

“Fine,” Alessia said reluctantly, “but you’re sleeping in the spare room.”

“Yeah, okay,” you gave a small nod with a smile, “I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“I know you do.” You smiled, placing a kiss to Alessia’s forehead before walking to the kitchen to prepare dinner, unknowingly leaving behind a smiling Alessia.

The late afternoon soon turned into night and after the two of you had your dinner, you found yourselves going separate ways. Alessia into your bedroom and you into the spare one. It was going to feel weird without her by your side but that was the least of your worries.

After doing your nightly routine you contemplated between going to bed and going to say goodnight to Alessia so you obviously did the latter. You made your way out of the spare room and towards where Alessia was.

Opening your bedroom door, you spotted Alessia laying with her back towards you. As you got closer to her, you noticed she was already knocked out.

You gently pressed a kiss to her temple before whispering a quick ‘goodnight, I love you’ before walking back into the spare room where you got yourself under the covers and tried to fall asleep.

It was around two in the morning when you felt some movement beside you, opening your eyes, you noticed a flock of blonde hair flooding your vision. Silently smiling to yourself, you felt Alessia get into a comfortable position against you, the forward sighing in contentment.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered, placing an arm around her waist as well as a kiss to her head.

“Night.” Alessia smiled, tightening her grip on your t-shirt, pulling herself closer into you.

The morning came around all too quickly and you were soon woken up by the birds singing outside your window and the soft snores from your girlfriend beside you.

This time, instead of getting out of bed by yourself, you stayed lying next to Alessia. The blonde forward holding onto you for dear life, burying her head in the crook of your neck.  

Your fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on her arm that was slung around your waist. You were completely trapped by her, not that you had anything against it, in fact you wouldn't want anything more than to just be with the love of your life.

As the minutes went on, your mind began to wander about what you were hopefully going to do in the upcoming week. If everything went right today you would be on a plane to an Italian island called Sardinia on monday.

Everything was going fine, till the nerves kicked in. Your mind had it all planned out, how you were going to say you were taking her on a little get away, where you would stay, what you could do, and most importantly, how you were going to propose.

Being stuck in your head, you didn't realise Alessia had woken up. Noticing your increased breathing, chest rising and falling rapidly, Alessia sat up in worry.

“Y/n?” Alessia gently questioned, cupping your face.

“Less.” You said, coming back to your senses.

“Are you okay?” Alessia asked, worry evident in her eyes.

“Yeah.” You smiled, sitting up against the headboard.

“Promise?”

“Just got lost in my head a little.”

“What about?”

“You’ll find out soon.” You smiled cheekily.

“Should I be worried?” Alessia chuckled.

“Nope, leave that to me.”

You held your arm out and signalled for Alessia to cuddle up beside you, which she happily obliged to.

“So, what happened to sleeping separately?” You teased, amusement lacing your voice.

“Shut up.” Alessia mumbled, hiding her face in your chest.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” You said.

“Oh yes, you're so irresistible.” Alessia said sarcastically.

“I know I am.” You smirked.

“You’re also very annoying.” Alessia said, moving her head up so she was looking into your eyes, raising her hand to let her fingers trail along your facial features. Going from your eyebrow, down your nose, to your jaw.

“Mhm.” You hummed quietly, your lips ghosting over hers. “You love me though.”

“That I do,” Alessia smiled, leaning in but before your lips could touch you pulled away, “hey!”

Chuckling softly at your girlfriend's reaction, you peppered feather-like kisses along Alessia’s face, her nose scrunching up at the action. Before pulling away, you placed one last kiss on her mouth, one that had Alessia chasing your lips for more.

“Easy there, tiger.” You smiled. “You can have some more later.”

“I better.” Alessia pouted, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw before resting her head back on your chest.

“We still need to go shopping for some food for when the girls arrive later.” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Alessia’s hair, the latter humming contently.

“What's the time now?”

“Not too sure.”

“We can go shopping at lunch and get some food whilst we’re out?” Alessia suggested, her voice getting quieter and quieter towards the end of her sentence as she desperately tried to keep her eyes open.

“Go back to sleep, love.” You whispered, continuing to run your fingers through her hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After not receiving a reply, you chuckled quietly knowing that Alessia had fallen back to sleep.

After a couple of hours, Alessia woke back up again and keeping your word, you were still laying under her as you mindlessly scrolled through instagram.

“Hey sleepy-head.” You smiled, looking down from your phone.

Alessia didn’t respond, instead she hid her head further into you, feeling as your chest rose up and down from your laughter.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, you scrolling on your phone whilst Alessia watched, occasionally pointing out something she found funny. Once you realised the time was well into the late morning you both hopped out of bed and got ready to do some food shopping.

It didn’t take long for either of you to get ready and you were out of the door, ready for your little trip to the local supermarket.

You drove the two of you to the closest store, Alessia creating a list on her phone making sure she wouldn't forget anything.

As you walked into the store, you grabbed a trolley and followed your girlfriend's orders, picking the necessary things off the shelves and occasionally adding a little treat for yourself.

After following Alessia around the store for god knows how long, you finally arrived back at the till where you helped Alessia place the food on the conveyor belt as well as putting the food in the right bags.

Being the loving partner you were, you paid for the food before Alessia could protest, sending a cheeky smile her way when receiving the receipt.

Alessia shook her head in disapproval but let a smile take over her features as you took a hold of the trolley once again, the two of you finally leaving the store to head back home and prepare everything for when your friends arrive.

Not wanting to take more than one trip you took a hold of as many bags as possible only leaving Alessia with one. You placed them onto the kitchen counter and let Alessia boss you around for where she wanted everything.

“Shit.” Alessia muttered.

“What's up? You okay?” You questioned.

“We forgot the dip.” Alessia said, shoulders sulking.

“Don’t worry about it. I can quickly pop back out if you want?”

“No, it's fine.”

“I’ll be quick.” You chuckled knowing that Alessia wanted the dip.

“Okay.” Alessia reluctantly agreed.

“I love you.” You said, placing a kiss on Alessia’s forehead before picking your car keys back up and making your way back out the front door.

“Love you.” Alessia called out just before the door closed.

Whilst you drove to the store once again, before your friends could start to pile into your house. Alessia preparing everything at the last minute.

Scanning the shelves for some dip you picked up every one that you could find, not knowing anyone's preference.

You hated to admit it but you did look a little weird holding a basket full of random dips. After you paid for it all you rushed back to your car.

As soon as you were about to get into your car someone called out your name. Turning around, you saw a lady who looked to be a little under your age rush towards you asking if they could have a picture.

You agreed thinking as soon as it was over you could get back to Alessia but that wasn't the case. Even after the photo was taken the lady wasn’t holding away from any advances.

Discreetly trying to move away from her and back into your car, she kept herself close to you. One hand brushing against your arm as she batted her eyelashes at you.

Giving a tight lipped smile, you peeled her hand from you and bid your goodbyes, quickly getting into your car and driving off. Once you finally got out of the car park you let out a sigh of relief just wanting to be back at home.

However, luck wasn’t on your side and you were soon caught up in traffic. You never wanted to scream at road works any more in your life. You don't know how long you were stuck in the queue for but it felt like centuries.

Finally arriving back home, you opened your front door with one hand as the other held a bag of dips.

“I’m back.” You called out into your house but didn’t receive a response. “Hello? Less?”

You walked into your living room and saw Alessia sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. As well as a couple of your england teammates.

“I got the dip.” You said, announcing yourself to your friends but once they snapped their heads towards you, you wanted the world to swallow you whole.

“Get out.” Lucy said, venom lacing her voice as she pointed to the door.

“What?” You questioned, looking at the Barcelona player.

“You heard her.” Leah piped up.

“No.” You said.

“No?”

“No. This is my house and would someone just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Get out y/n.” Alessia said, not moving in any way to look at you.

“I’m not leaving without a reason.” You said, standing your ground.

“This good enough for you?” Lucy asked rhetorically, shoving a phone into your face.

“What?” You questioned as you looked at what was on the screen. It was a photo of you with some girl but what confused you was that you were kissing. “I-”

“Get out.”

“No, that's not me- well it is me, but that never happened.” You stumbled over your words, looking at Alessia silently praying that she would look at you.

“Y/n” Alessia said, the hurt evident in her voice. “Please. Just go.”

“Less-”

“I don't want to hear it.” Alessia cut you off as she stood up and walked in front of you. “And don't call me that.”

“Please.”

“What? You want me to forget about all this too?” Alessia said letting out a sarcastic chuckle. “That's not how it works, remember?”

“I never kissed her!” You said, your voice raising a little.

“Well that picture says something else.” Alessia scoffed, trying to hide the pain evident in her chest.

“Are you seriously going to believe the internet over me?” You asked and once you didn't get a response you let out a pained chuckle. “You will never trust me, will you?”

“Trust you? Trust you after what has happened these past days?”

“Alessia-” Leah started but backed away once the forward gave her a stern look.

“Did you ever even love me?” Alessia asked and that's when the floodgates opened, the blonde desperately trying to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Of course I love you.” You said.

“Well you have a funny way of showing it.”

“Alessia, please, you have to believe me.”

“I think you should go.”

Not wanting to fight anymore, you dropped your head and nodded at the ground.

“As in forever?” You asked quietly, looking up at Alessia before the rest of your friends.

“Just pack a bag for a couple of days.” Leah said as she noticed Alessia struggling to form any words.

“Yeah, okay.” You said finally admitting defeat.

You trudged to your room and pulled out a bag to pack a couple of your clothes and your essentials before you looked in your bed side draw to place one plane ticket on Alessia’s bed side table whilst you kept the other.

Forcing down a lump in your throat, you placed the ring into your bag as well and after you had everything you needed you made your way back to the living room.

“I’m sorry, Less. I really am.” You said softly, “I- uh- I love you.”

You trudged out of the house, head hanging low and driving off, just missing as Ona pulled up to your house with Ella and millie.

The three of them bounded into the house, smiles clear on their faces but they soon dropped once they noticed the atmosphere they just walked into.

“Who's died?” Ella mumbled, earning an elbow to the ribs from Millie.

Lucy nodded her head towards the kitchen as she left Leah with Alessia, the two of them on the sofa as Leah tried to calm the forward down.

“Y/n cheated.” Lucy said not even letting the three girls get into the kitchen.

“What?” Ona questioned. “She wouldn't do that.”

“There was a photo.”

“You believed a photo?” Ona asked, her voice raising a little as she found herself getting protective over you.

“It's clearly photoshopped, look.” Ella said as she zoomed into the photo.

“Oh shit.” Lucy muttered, her head falling into her hand.

“Yeah, oh shit.” Ona said.

“Where is y/n anyway?”

“She left.”

“What do you mean she left?” Millie questioned.

“We sort of kicked her out.”

“You kicked her out not bothering to hear what she had to say?”

“Yeah bu-”

“No! She was going to propose and now everything is ruined.” Ona shouted.

“She was going to propose?” A voice said, one that wasn’t Leah’s nor Lucy’s.

“Alessia.” Ella said softly as everyone looked at the blonde.

“That was the surprise?” Alessia mumbled, tears brimming her eyes, “she was going to propose.”

[thestalwartheart]

,…Well now I just gotta request a fic with Q and his cats on the day before he joins MI6 (or becomes Quartermaster)!

You have your answer, Anon! ❤️ Apologies for taking so long to get around to filling this.

You can read it below or on AO3.

Enjoy!

anticipation.

“Well,” sighed Q to his cats. They were curled up together on the other end of his sofa. “Not long now. Twelve hours, give or take.”

He finished the last spoonful of his ice cream—mint choc chip. The coolness soothed his tongue from the scorching it had received during dinner. It had taken him four hours to make a slow-cooked ragu and about four seconds to ruin his tastebuds by being too impatient to eat it.

That’s what his nerves got him, he supposed.

“Quartermaster,” he said frankly to the cats. “I’m twenty-seven, for fuck’s sake.”

His father had always told him he was twenty going on fifty, but it didn’t stop Q from being bewildered by M’s job offer. How well did it bode for the Service, really, that no one more experienced was clever enough for the job? He was in an agency of dinosaurs, and he’d be responsible for dragging them into the modern day. How horrifying.

How thrilling.

“You’ll have trouble with the agents,” M had told him while she was marching somewhere or other, him following at her heels. “Don’t let them under your skin. Remember, you’re cleverer than most of them.”

“Most?”

She smiled secretly. “Yes. Most.”

It was the most that sent him digging. He never could abide a mystery. Agents, he knew, were more brawn than brains. And he’d read M’s files. In fact, he’d hacked them without a trace using the Major’s details — the old man, bless his soul, was terribly clever with weaponry but absolutely rubbish when it came to software — and so he knew M had sent plenty of agents out into the field with the heavy possibility that they’d never make it back.

But after reading the official reports, he was no clearer on who she favoured. There were several agents she’d recruited herself—all orphans, all screaming with boredom in the Special Forces—and of them, Commander James Bond was the longest serving. Q thought he was getting close when he brought Bond’s file up, but his record for insubordination put that thought to rest.

Insubordinate or not, though, he was certainly good-looking. Q was rather looking forward to meeting him.

Q’s eldest cat made a sound, then stretched and flopped over. With the hand that wasn’t cold from holding a mug full of ice cream, he scratched her velvety underbelly. She rolled this way and that, her paws hanging akimbo.

“Right,” said Q, rubbing his index finger under her chin one last time. When he took it away, he noticed his leg was tapping up and down. Anxiety, perhaps. Sugar, much more likely. “One last thing before bed.”

He got up and poured himself a shot of whisky—the one at the top of his kitchen cupboard rather than his drinks trolley. It was hellishly expensive, and he rarely drank from it. It was for special occasions only. Good or bad.

“To the Major, God rest his soul,” he said, raising his glass to two bewildered cats. He smiled at them, and with a sharp pain, remembered the Major visiting once and meeting them as kittens. Upon seeing their little claws stretched out, he’d regaled Q with a story of some Russian woman who had a poisonous dagger in her stiletto heel. “The Russians probably designed it after the claws of these little beasts.”

Q finished his drink in a neat gulp, then poured himself another. He was less precise with the measurement this time. The high from a full stomach and the smooth burn of good whisky was getting to him.

Q cleared his throat.

”To being Q,” he said. His cats had abandoned the couch; they never left him for long. As if telling him to move away from the whisky, they curled around his ankles. “Here’s hoping I do it all half as well as he did.”

He knocked back his drink, then, with a long groan, he walked promptly to the upstairs bathroom and threw it all up. The vomit hit the toilet basin to the off-beat rhythm of competing meows.

It was, Q thought, rather comforting. If his career in espionage went tits up after all this…well.

At least there were the cats.

[toi-monogatari]

Raw version of chapter 1 of my radio apple fic

Radioapple bonding exercises

Summary: Charlie decided that for the best of the hotel, both of her dads should learn to get along with each other, if they want it or not. This shall be done with a series of bonding exercises.

Full work on ao3. Here you get chapter 1 for now.

Chapter 1 Force

It was an early morning at the hazbin hotel. The red sky softly shun a hue upon the streets of the pride ring and sinners got on with their usual lives. Murder, assault and rape happened left and right as per usual. On this usual morning though, the young owner of the hotel had different plans for her newly rebuilt hotel. And she was ready to share them with her guests.

Among her guests were two unusual faces. The radio demon came early as usual, sitting at his table and drinking a cup of a dark roast. In the corner of the room was Travis, shoved upside down into a trashcan. An usual sight. Alastor must have done that due to always receiving tea instead of his morning coffee. Travis never learns.

At the bar Angel Dust was sitting and drinking a virgin Margherita that Husk prepared for him, as they softly talked about their life. Those two surely did get along since Charlie brought them together. Watching them made her feel sure those two will get redeemed. And it sparked an idea.

"Niffty, dear, would you mind fetching my father from his room? It's time for the exercises!" She said in her sweet voice.

Vaggie that followed close behind her looked at her girlfriend and immediately realised what was going to happen. In a worried tone she asked: "Charlie... Are you sure this is a good idea? I doubt they will-"

But Charlie cut her off: "it'll be fine, Vaggie. Don't worry. I know it'll work."

“Yes charchar?”

“Yes dear?”

The two voices sounded simultaneously, followed by a silence so sharp it could cut someone. The Radio Demon and the King of Hell stared at each other in hatred. If not for the sweet voice of the Princess, these two might have murdered each other with their eyes.

“Well, dad, and Al, I have decided that if you both really want to stay and help me, that you have to give a good example to the sinners.”

“Well of course I want to help you. I can give a good example. The best example even! They never have seen an example as well as what I’ll give!” Lucifer immediately took the initiative. To which the Radio Demon laughed.

“Oh really. Well, I’ll pass. I agreed to help you with the hotel, not its programming.”

“Well it wouldn't be the first time you’ve ‘passed’.” the short blonde laughed at his own joke, which quickly was followed by slowly rising darkness and accompanied by the noise of a crashing stereo system.

Vaggie looked at her girlfriend and softly spoke: “Charlie.. they’re at each other's throats all the time. I think it’ll be more safe for all of hell to keep them apart.”

“That is exactly why I need to make them work together now. If I won’t then there is a chance they will keep fighting about how to do the things around the hotel all the time. That would be far worse than just getting them to learn more about each other.” Her voice sounded like she tried to convince herself her plan was true, like she didn’t believe her own spoken words.

Vaggie sighed, rubbed her eyes and nodded, “Okay, if that is what you want, I’ll support it. I just hope you ain’t too overshadowed by trying to make everyone become friends.”

But Charlie didn’t listen anymore, as she was too focused on making her dad and the man who said she is like a daughter he never had, become friends.

“No, no. No scary tentacle things. Now, I just want to let you do some bonding exercises. Nothing too much, really. And it’ll be slow paced, don't worry. So you won't have to see each other all the time.” She chuckled, as if to push off any faint nervousness she had.

“No.” Alastor answered in a single word.

“For once I agree with the animal. I would do anything different than spend time with him.” The Short King answered in return. “What is even the point? It is not like either of us will ever see heaven again.”

“It would just make me very happy…” Charlie said, her head slowly falling. It was true, neither of those two would ever be allowed into heaven, one a crazed serial killer and cannibal, the other a fallen angel. No matter what they would do, heaven would never let them in. Yet still, to her it was important the people she cared about would get along.

And for a split second, a subtle movement could be noticed by those most observant, a small twitch in Charlie's mouth corner. She was holding back a cry.

“Hmmpf… Fine. What is the exercise you want me to do with Bambi here?” the father looked at his daughter, causing the Radio Demon not to want to be any worse.

“Yes, it won’t hurt to do some exercises with this excuse of a golden retriever. But not because I want to, do not get that wrong. I do this simply because if this hotel fails, I’ll have noone to make fun of anymore.” He spout out, his radio voice stopping for a split second, which intrigued the king, making him stare for a moment as his daughter spoke again.

“Great! Today we will talk about others redeeming qualities!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54103345/chapters/136979956

[romanoffsdarling]

I Can’t Make You Love Me || Part Two

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader // Scarlet Witch x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: You awaken in a place that you don’t recognize, with a woman that you do but couldn’t be any more alien to you, but you try to make the best of your situation. For now. Meanwhile, your disappearance has been noticed by the people you’ve left behind. 

Word Count: 3,015

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping (sort of), slight angst, Wanda losing control. 

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy the second part of ‘I Can’t Make You Love Me’!!

Part One || Series Masterlist

The gentle stream of light is what ultimately awakens you from your deep slumber. Your eyes fluttering open as your mind was roused-- dregs of sleep still causing it to be a little slow-- as you push yourself up into a seated position. A small groan escapes your mouth as you rub the last bits of sleep from your eyes. 

It was only then that your bodied instinctively stiffened; something wasn’t right. 

You glance up-- this time taking your time to actually pay attention to the room you were in-- as your heartbeat spikes at what you see. This wasn’t the room you had been sleeping in; hell, by the view you can just make out from your angle to the window, this wasn’t even Tony’s cabin. 

“Where the hell am I?” You murmur to yourself-- well aware how crazy it could make you sound-- as you slowly stand from the bed and make your way to the window. The sight you find, as you had previously suspected, being one that wasn’t familiar to you at all. Instead of acres of trees, as far as the eye could see, there was a meadow-- dotted with various wildflowers and a singular tree on a small incline-- with, what looked like, a forest acting as a barrier between the small oasis and whatever was beyond. 

Shaking your head, you take a small step back from the window. This couldn’t be happening. How the hell was this happening? You place a hand on your head as you try to recall what exactly it was that happened yesterday; flashes of spending the day alone, feeling the loneliness suffocate you, fill your mind but none send a chill through your heart like the memory of that night. Green eyes that you’d remember anywhere seeming so foreign, a husky voice laced with a level of darkness you’ve never heard, even the way Wanda had carried herself seemed different. 

No, your mind hisses. This isn’t your Wanda. You know nothing about the woman that’s taken you. Hell, you don’t even know if she’s going to hurt you or not. If this is all some sort of sick game to her. 

“Don’t think such thoughts, detka.” An all too familiar voice cajoles behind you. Your back stiffens as the hairs on the back of your neck stand on-end; how the hell hadn’t you noticed her enter the room?

There were many things you had been expecting upon turning around-- her pointing a gun at your head, a knife casually twirling in her grasp, or even magic crackling at her fingertips-- but you weren’t expecting to see her holding a tray laden with food. Amused green eyes observing you with the smallest hint of a smile beginning to curl her lips. 

“I brought you breakfast.” She unnecessarily points out, as she gently places the tray onto the bed; her movements were calm, if a little slow, as if she wanted to show you that she meant no harm. “I thought you might be a little hungry with how long you’ve been asleep.”

Your brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean? I haven’t been asleep for that long.” 

While nothing obvious shows on her face, you’ve known Wanda-- at least the version of your Wanda-- long enough to know her telltale signs; you could tell that she wasn’t pleased, if a little concerned, by the subtle thinning of her lips and the brief flash of red within her gaze. Who she was angry at? You wouldn’t even be able to guess, but you weren’t sure if you actually wanted to find out. 

“I suppose that would be my fault,” she murmurs, seemingly more to herself than you. Her eyes grew distant for a brief moment before they snapped back to you as if nothing had happened. “I’m afraid I’m not quite used to using my magic in such a delicate manner anymore. It seems that when I--” She waves her hand in the air, as if saying that she had knocked you out was too much for her. “I used a bit too much of my magic and ended up causing you to sleep for four days.”

Four days? The thought alone was almost inconceivable. You had been in this place, wherever that may be, for four days? 

Almost without thinking about it, your eyes slip back to the bed you had awaken in. The simple thought of you being completely defenseless for four days brings a wave of nausea crashing through you. How could you have been unconscious for that long? You rarely slept in as it was but somehow you had been asleep for days. A fact that brings with that unwelcome thought that anything could have happened to you while you were in that state. That you could have potentially been harmed without any ability to defend yourself. 

“I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you.” You turn your attention back to Wanda at that. It was yet another thing you had to get used to; it had been a well-established fact that your Wanda didn’t read your mind. Even if you knew she was more than capable of doing so it was a little disconcerting for it to happen right before your eyes again. This version of Wanda didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, as her narrowed gaze never wavered from your own. “You need to understand, Y/N. I will never let anything happen to you. I swear it.”

Your lips curl into a sardonic smile. “And what happens if the bad thing you’re supposedly protecting me from is you?”

Wanda stiffens at that, her eyes flash red before she’s able to control herself with a deep breath, as a clearly strained smile appears. “I will leave you alone to eat.” She inclines her head towards the food. “I tried to make things I can recall you favoring, I hope that they’re all right. It’s been a while since I cooked for anyone other than myself.”

With that, and without waiting for a proper response, she disappears through the bedroom door. Leaving you alone with your thoughts, the enticing aroma of the food, and a twisted feeling in your gut. 

Oh, this was going to be a grand time. 

A little while later, you venture out of the room you had awakened in. Having finished all the food, you could stomach at the moment-- though there was a brief moment of hesitation as you wondered if it could be poisoned, but you ultimately decided that it was idiotic-- your hands clench nervously around the still half-full tray. It wasn’t like you didn’t know where Wanda was, you could hear in puttering around towards the front of the house, and it wasn’t even the unfamiliarity of your surroundings that set you on edge. It was the simple fact that you could see yourself living within this house, with this version of Wanda, as you take note of various touches you would have definitely placed. 

You press your lips into a line as you shake out the intrusive thoughts; this wasn’t your home, and it never would be. It was only a matter of time before your team figured out you were missing, before your Wanda realized it, and then you’d be able to go home. Be able to return to a version of normalcy that you didn’t realize you’d miss so much. 

Upon turning another corner, you’re met with a sight that causes your steps to falter while your breath hitches in your throat. The open den area was connected to the kitchen, which gave you the perfect view of Wanda’s back as she washes dishes-- auburn hair now up in a messy bun-- as she hummed a Sokovian lullaby under her breath. The sight of her doing something so domestic launches you back to a time when your own Wanda would do such tasks with you... Before everything had changed so much between you both. 

“Are you going to keep staring at me, detka? Or are you going to come in here?” The teasing quip causes embarrassment to run through you-- the amused glance from over her shoulder only adds to it-- as a gentle chuckle escapes her. “Not that I mind you staring. In fact, I find it quite endearing.”

Knowing that she was expecting you to return the tray, you do as her unspoken command suggests and place it on the counter closest to her once you’re near it. 

“Thank you,” Wanda chirps, seemingly in a great mood. Though it turns slightly sour as a small frown furrows her brow as she takes note of how much you hadn’t eaten. “You need to eat more, detka, it’s not healthy to go so long without food.” She peers up at you through her lashes-- the deep green of eyes darkened with her concern-- as she worries her bottom lip for the briefest of moments. “Was the food not to your liking?”

“It was wonderful.” The speed in which you denied the statement should have alarmed you, but you knew-- deep within your heart-- that you never wanted to upset Wanda; any version of Wanda it seems. “I’m just not that hungry right now. That’s all.”

She gives an unconvinced hum as her magic makes quick work of the plates-- showing you that she had just been doing the dishes before to have something to pass the time-- as she rounds the counter to stand in front of you. One of her hands grips your chin, in a hold you know you wouldn’t be able to break out of, as Wanda makes sure that you maintain eye contact with her. 

“You’re much too precious to not take care of yourself, detka,” she murmurs, the earlier softness back on her face. “I need you to understand that. Will you at least try to?”

You nod dumbly at the request, but the red that flashes in her gaze tells you she wants a verbal response. “Yes, I promise that I will try.”

A satisfied look etches itself across her face at your response. The shadow, that you hadn’t even noticed surrounding her, disappears as she breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that, detka, I hope you keep to that promise.” Her eyes flash red, this time for a longer period of time, as her voice drops briefly. “It wouldn’t be wise to not do so.”

Seemingly lost in her thoughts, Wanda takes a small step away from you-- finally releasing your chin from her grasp-- before she gestures towards the den. “You can make yourself at home, I just have some things I need to do in here.”

Before you’re able to respond, something that seems to be becoming a pattern, Wanda turns from you and begins working within the kitchen once more. Leaving you with nothing to do except follow her wishes-- another thing that seemed to be becoming a pattern-- as you make your way towards the inviting couch. Although you briefly weigh your chances of being able to make a run for it as you catch sight of the front door. 

The sharp look that you can feel digging into your back halts that plan, however. As you know you’d never make it far with Wanda so close. 

Maybe it’s a plan that can be delved into later when you’re alone. 

Who knows? Maybe the team has already discovered you’re missing and are already devising a rescue mission. 

For now, you just had to go with the flow. All the while hoping that nothing got too out of hand.

“Wanda, you need to calm down.” Clint tried, once again in the last five minutes, to calm down the irate Sokovian. His eyes going to the rest of the team in hopes that someone would help him. However, no one-- not even Natasha-- seemed to want to cross paths with her; leaving him with the unfortunate task of wrangling her in. 

Something he wasn’t doing too good of a job at; if the furious gaze she was now leveling him with was anything to go by. 

“Calm down?” Wanda snarls, her eyes glowing a deep red as her magic pulsates around her fingertips. “How the fuck am I supposed to calm down!? The woman that I love most in this world, who I also managed to alienate, is missing and you want me to calm down?”

Clint winces at the shrill quality of her voice as it reached the end of her statement. Of course, he understood why Wanda was upset-- he wasn’t too happy knowing that you were gone-- but he knew how dangerous Wanda could get if she wasn’t reigned in. How much damage could be inflicted-- not only on the Compound itself but the Avengers standing within it-- if things weren’t brought to a low simmer soon. 

“I’m sure that Y/N is fine, Wands,” Natasha finally speaks up-- her voice revealing nothing-- as she settles beside Clint; something he would forever be grateful for. “She just needs time to herself. We all have been there at one point or the other.”

Wanda shakes her head, so fast that everyone was worried she’d get whiplash, as a low growl bubbles up from her throat. “No,” she hisses. “I know her. I know that she wouldn’t just disappear without telling someone what she was doing. She’d never want to make us worried like this.”

“We know that Wands,” Clint murmurs, not wanting to spook the Sokovian. “Which is why Tony went out there to check up on her. I’m sure that everything is fine and she’s just been doing her own thing. You know how Y/N/N can be whenever she gets distracted by something.”

“It should have been me,” Wanda mutters, clearly not to any of the other occupants in the room. Her eyes shift from the deep red from before to a lighter shade-- something that Clint would count his blessings for-- as a frown furrows her brow. “I should have been the one that went out there to check up on her. I should have been the one that made her come back. Instead, I left her out there all alone and now she’s gone.”

Bruce shakes his head-- taking his position on Clint’s left-- as he tries to put his own two cents in. “We don’t know that she’s gone, Wanda.” A compassionate look softens his dark brown eyes. “All we do know is that you did exactly as she wished. By leaving her at the cabin you were doing what made her the happiest at that moment.”

A pained look etches itself across Wanda’s face at that. “Don’t you understand?” She cries out, agony laced within her words as tears begin to form in her eyes. “She shouldn’t have had to feel like that. Where she felt like the place that made her the happiest was away from the Compound. Away from all of you!” Wanda lowers her head; her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose as a deep sigh escapes her. “Away from me.”

No one had anything to say to that. They all knew the rift that had been steadily increasing between the two of you. Knew that it would inevitably end with heartbreak and despair, but none of them knew a way to stop it. They all knew that Wanda cared for her girlfriend, cared for Y/N so much it caused a physical ache in her chest, but they also saw how she was with Vision. How she’d sacrifice her time, her attention, for him as everything else-- including Y/N-- was pushed into the background. It was a mistake that was costing the young Sokovian everything she loved, and it seemed like now she was fully registering that fact. 

It was at that very moment-- when Wanda was teetering just over the precipice of her control-- that Tony returned with an ashen look on his face. His gaze flitting from person-to-person within the room but never truly settling. 

“Tony,” Bruce says, happy that his best friend had returned. “Did you find Y/N?”

“Yeah, Stark, everything is good, right?” Clint chances a worried glance in Wanda’s direction; noting that she was staring at Tony like a hawk would its prey. “Did you tell Y/N/N that ghosting isn’t that nice to d--”

“She wasn’t there.” Tony interrupts, his eyes filled concern. The words cause a hush to fall over the room. Everyone keenly aware of how Wanda had stiffened at the news. 

Natasha steps forward. “What do you mean she wasn’t there, Tony?” The spy tilts her head to the side. “Do you know where she went?”

Tony shakes his head. “No, I didn’t find anything at all except for one thing.”

“Which was?”

The occupants of the room at large wince at the sharp quality to Wanda’s voice, that was also accompanied by the growing flashes of red that lit up the room. 

“All I found was her cellphone on the floor underneath the coffee table.” Tony holds up the aforementioned object; a grave quality to his tone that few had ever heard before. “Everything else was completely untouched. Like Y/N hasn’t been there for a few days at least. She’s gone.”

As Tony’s words echo through the room, and they register within the team, it was like the moment right before glass breaks; you knew what was about to happen but not how bad it was going to be. Knew that there was going to be a mess, that it was a disaster in itself, but you hoped that it wouldn’t be too bad. 

But, as Wanda’s scream pierced through the air seconds later-- her magic rippling through the air as she fell to her knees-- Clint knew that everything had just shattered. That there would be no way to put anything back together again until they found the woman that held Wanda’s heart. 

If not?

Then Y/N wouldn’t be the only Avenger that would be lost.

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| Smell It A Mile Away |

- 18+ content, Menophilia! -

Every night, Marko met up with his best human friend. His only human friend. David had been telling him it was time to turn her, no matter if she agreed to it or not…but Marko felt the urge to wait for his mate.

One day, Marko could immediately smell her upon entering the boardwalk. He smirked and spared no words to his brothers before walking toward the sweet smell. He knew it was her time of the month, he was more than excited.

What he didn’t expect as he approached her, was for her to shy away and try to excuse herself.

“Sorry, Marko. I really should get going.” Y/n mumbled in embarrassment as she turned to walk away.

Marko quickly grabbed a hold of her arm, yanking her back toward him to where her back was pressed against his chest. “Why’re you blowing me off, little girl?” He snarled into her ear, never having been so rough with her.

Y/n knew that her best friend was a vampire, she knew all about vampires and how much they knew. She had hoped that Marko wouldn’t show up to the boardwalk tonight, but of course, he did. He would never pass up a time to hang around with his favorite girl, and she should have expected that.

For a second, as Marko acted clueless as to why Y/n didn’t went to be around him, she almost believed that he couldn’t tell that she was on her period.

“I’ve been here a while, Marky. You know I’m not allowed out too late, my brothers will come looking.” She pouted.

Marko pulled her into the only alleyway that wasn’t occupied by drugged out surf nazis. He softly pinned her against the stone wall, covered with missing kid posters. Which made her feel more than guilty.

Her stomach was pressed against the wall and Marko didn’t help by pushing his body closer to hers. He brought his hand to her stomach and slid it down to where her uterus should be, “You think I can’t smell it?” He giggled into her ear, biting her neck teasingly. Just hard enough to make her question if he had actually broke skin with his fangs. But he hadn’t. “You’re as fertile as you’ll ever be, baby. My sweet, fertile baby.”

“What’re you doing?” Y/n nervously asked as Marko slid his hand onto her thigh and slowly began to scrunch up her short, pleated skirt.

“You smell so good. It smells so good. So good that I smelt it from almost a mile away, isn’t that something? Hm, my innocent baby?” He teased her, his fingers slowly invading her thin, pink panties.

“We’re best friends, Marko. Please.” Y/n begged, fighting the urge to roll her hips forward into Marko’s rough fingers.

“I bet the boys can smell it right now, I know I do. Fuck— let’s have a taste.” He insisted, swiftly taking his hand out of her panties and quickly turning her around to press her back against the wall.

Marko maintained eye contact as he brought two fingers to his lips and licked the blood off, savoring it. “Oh my god.” Y/n mumbled to herself, almost not believing her eyes. If Edgar and Alan saw their sister like this with this— man…they’d probably stake them both.

“It just isn’t enough, Y/n.” Marko rolled his eyes, stepping closer to his mate and gripping the back of her neck, tangling his fingers into her hair. He used one hand to slide her panties down to her ankles, stepping on them with his boot. “Pick your feet up.” So, she did. Marko kicking her panties away and slotting his right leg in between her legs.

Slowly, he moved his leg back and forth, rubbing it against her bleeding pussy. Y/n moaned and leaned her head back to be closer to Marko’s hand. The feeling of his leather chaps against her bare mound felt way too good to be true.

“Shit. I’ll get you off, but not with my leg. It’s not like I’m a useless virgin.” Marko scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk as he got to his knees and used his strength to pick her up and lay her legs on his shoulders.

Y/n gripped his soft, curly, blonde hair and pulled at it as Marko immediately dived in. Sticking his tongue in between her folds and pushing his face as close as possible to her pussy. Y/n wasn’t embarrassed anymore and Marko was very eager to drink every last bit of her period blood. Any other vampire would get carried away and harm her, but Marko? He knew what to do, even if he was the youngest of the pack.

“Could eat this pussy all night long.” Marko mumbled in between licks. He gripped Y/n’s ass and pulled her so close to the point where all he breathed in was the smell of her and her blood. As Marko began to thrust his tongue into her, causing her to practically scream in ecstasy as she came, many people heard her pleasure filled pleads. But they didn’t stop to check, it was a usual occurrence between couples at the boardwalk. “Don’t you feel good? Knowing you’re the only girl I haven’t murdered and eaten for dinner?”

“Yes.” Y/n sighed, her hands slowly falling from his head. She gazed down at his smirking face, his nose, mouth, and chin covered in her blood. “Oh, Marko…you’re covered.” She whined, her eyes half way shut.

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” He asked happily, picking her up off of his shoulders and standing up. Moving to hold her in his arms.

“You’re unbelievable.” Y/n commented, wrapping her arms around his shoulders lazily and pressing her cheek into his chest.

“Didn’t hear you complaining when I was nose deep in your pussy, now, did I? Now, come on, let me bring you to your brothers.” Marko smiled after using his leather sleeve to wipe most of the blood off of his face.

“They’d kill you.” She scoffed, calling his bluff.

“Let’s just see, come on.” Marko giggled, pulling her softly by the hand and leading her through the crowd. His brothers not too far away, all watching with smirks. They knew tonight would be the night.

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Buh-Body swap AU anyone?

Based on @sincerely-sofie 's post

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Kip prepares for his final battle

Kip had entered into Dark Crater with every intention of either defeating Darkrai, or die trying.

The eerie silence that echoed through the dungeon, and the heavy atmosphere that got worse with every step had Kip terrified of the foe he was about to face.

But each floor of the dungeon made way for his terror to slowly be replaced with fear, which slowly took a turn to confusion.

The hallways and rooms were completely devoid of the monsters that Cresselia had described there being. Not once was there any monster house or summoning trap that actually brought any monsters to them.

"Darkrai really wanted to kill us, so why is he just letting us walk around in here freely?"

Kip, Cresselia and Twig entered into the final corridor.

Cresselia spoke.

"I can feel his presence just up ahead."

Kip turned back to look at Twig, who had insisted that he travel in front of her.

Kip wanted to ask if she was ready, but she looked pale and was sweating bullets. She was huffing as though she just ran a marathon, and her legs were shaking so bad she had to hold onto a stalagmite to support her weight.

Kip instead asked if she was okay.

Twig stammered, her voice sounded a bit deeper than yesterday.

"I'm... Fine."

Kip's brow creased and he stepped towards her, an action that she responded to by taking a shaky step back.

"Are you sure? You look sick."

Kip noticed the way she took in a sharp breath. He saw the way she tightened her grip on the rock, leaving scratch marks on it. He saw her tail flame flicker a deep purple for half a second.

"Yes."

It bothered Kip at how she'd been trying to say as little as possible throughout today.

He began again to ask another question before Cresselia interrupted.

"Darkrai is approaching!"

Twig flinched upon hearing that.

Kip spun around and ran to Cresselia's side.

If Twig was too sick to defend herself, then he will protect her.

Several seconds passed. Kip could feel a drop of sweat run down his face.

This was it. This may very well be the day Kip dies.

At least he got to spend it with Twig, despite how weird she was acting.

Darkrai rapidly passed by the corner into the short hallway that the two stood at the entrance of.

Both Kip and Cresselia flinched when Darkrai seemed to... Slip on ice? That wasn't what happened, but it was the only way to accurately describe the sight of Darkrai flailing his arms about, trying slow himself down before slamming face-first into the wall, and landing on his back.

Kip heard Twig give a low growl upon seeing him.

Darkrai rubbed his face and shook his head before sitting up straight. Muttering some curse word that Kip didn't understand, but felt very familiar.

Darkrai turned his head to look down the hallway and his eyes widened.

Darkrai shouted "OH THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE HERE!" In a voice that sounded exactly like Twig's.

Kip didnt recall Cresselia saying anything about Darkrai being able to change his voice outside of dreams that he was in.

Darkrai floated his way back up and towards them while pointing past Kip and Cresselia.

"I DUNNO WHAT HAPPENED BUT THAT'S NOT ME- THAT'S DARKRAI. HE MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING TO SWAP OUR BODIES OR SOME JUNK!"

Kip's mouth hung open. Was this another trick? It doesn't sound like it. Darkrai wasnt talking at all like he used to...

Kip looked at Twig, or maybe Darkrai, behind him. "That's not true, right?"

"Of course not." Twig quickly responded. "He's hoping to deceive y-, Confound- er-" Twig muttered something that Kip couldn't quite make out. "This is certainly a trap... ah, 'dude'."

Kip wanted to believe her, but the wierd way she's been acting had him almost convinced that Darkrai was actually Twig.

Kip steeled his expression. "Alright. well if what you said is true and you really are Twig instead of Darkrai, then tell me what-"

The real Twig, in Darkrai's body, shouted. Interrupting Kip.

"THE CODE WORD'S 'DESPACITO'!"

Kip fully turned his back towards Twig to face Darkrai.

"Yep, That's Twig. I've got this one guys!"

Both Darkrai and Cresselia shouted something in disbelief at the same time as Kip charged towards Darkrai.

To say what happened next was a fight would have been an extremely generous description.

Darkrai weakly swung his free claw at Kip, which he easily sidestepped. Kip wrapped his front legs around Darkrai's waist and lifted him over his head, before swinging him down onto the ground behind him, and crashing Darkrai's face into the rock floor. Sending his limp body rolling across the ground before settling face down. All the while Twig cheered for Kip.

Kip couldnt help but puff out his chest in pride at successfully using that wrestling move he'd wanted to use for years after Twig described it to him.

Several moments passed as the atmosphere of the room slowly drained from an electric elation, to reluctant confusion.

Kip broke the silence. "Now what?" He asked.

Cresselia tapped a finger on her chin. "I... I dont know.... I've never heard of something like this happening before."

Darkrai gave a low growl.

"I suppose we don't have anything to worry about, now that Darkrai is in a body with none of his powers."

Darkrai moved his head to rest on it's side so he could glare at Twig and Cresselia. If looks could kill, then Cresselia and Twig would have died on the spot.

"Why don't you just kill me." His voice, shaking with wrath.

Twig hummed. "That's an option."

Kip wanted to agree. But hearing Darkrai say that, and comparing to how Darkrai often spoke in a way that made him sound invincible...

It sounded like he felt completely defeated.

Cresselia's eyebrows furrowed. "Well, that would be the best course of action." The rings on her started to glow a bit as Darkrai moved his head to have his face on the ground again.

Kip shouted. "Wait!"

Cresselia and Twig looked taken aback as Kip searched for something to say.

"Why... why don't we let him live?"

Twig looked at him with confusion while Cresselia looked offended.

"You want him to live? After everything he's done to you and the people you care for. After he tried and almost succeeded in bringing the world to its end? You believe he is capable of redemption or deserving of mercy?"

Kip noticed the way that Darkrai's fist clenched upon hearing those last words.

He didn't. He well and truly didn't. He wanted so badly for Darkrai to be killed and guarantee that he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again.

But seeing him on the ground like this, looking... Pathetic...

Kip wished he didn't, but he felt bad for him.

"Well... Don't you want your body back Twig?"

Twig stared at Kip for several seconds before her eyes quickly shifted to Darkrai's tail flame and then back to Kip. She remained silent.

"What do you believe will happen if Twig receives her body again?"

Kip flinched. He knew exactly what she meant. If they switched bodies again, it would be a death sentence. For everyone.

"It would be in your best interest." Darkrai growled, muffled from the ground.

Kip felt a small lump in his throat.

Why did he feel bad for him!?

Kip replied with the only argument he could think of. "But we dont know if they will switch bodies again."

Cresselia narrowed her eyes. "It has happened once, there is no reason to believe it wont happen again."

Kip was grasping at straws to figure out anything he could say.

"How do we know that it will happen again?"

"We don't know if it won't!" Cresselia snapped.

Kip could feel sweat forming on his head. "He can't hurt anyone right now though!"

"That could change!"

Kip was running through everything he could think of to try and rebut her argument.

"Don't you think he at least should get the shot at a second chance?"

He didn't know where it came from. He didn't think he believed what he said.

At least, until he thought he heard Darkrai's breath quietly catch on itself.

"You're insistence on allowing a chance at redemption is admirable, but this is an exception! He is truly evil and deserves nothing more than death!" Cresselia looked upset before, but now she looked downright furious.

Kip swears he heard darkrai whisper something about how she's right.

He and Cresselia argued in circles for nearly an hour.

After about the 6th time that Kip emphasized that they dont know if they'll switch bodies again, Cresselia gave an exasperated sigh, while pinching the space between her eyes.

"Fine. I will allow Darkrai to live. On one condition."

Kip could feel dread building up within him.

"If you believe they are about to return to their original bodies," Cresselia looked up at him. He swore she would burst a blood vessel at any moment. "You are to kill Twig by your hands."

Twig practically lept back away from her in shock. Kip's blood ran cold.

Both he and Twig shouted the same thing. "What!?"

Cresselia glared at him. Not even reacting to Twig's shock. "If we kill Darkrai while he is in Twig's body, we have no way of knowing if his soul will return to his own or not."

Kip could feel his body shaking.

"That is the only way to guarantee that Darkrai will not be able to return."

Kip stared at the ground. Everything was spinning. When remembering the crippling loneliness he felt when Twig was erased from time...

And to be the reason that she dies...

Kip couldn't even imagine that. He felt like he might throw up, just thinking about how the best person he'd ever met would be the one he'd have to kill.

Cresselia waited for him to respond before huffing.

"If you are incapable of swearing to this action then I will end this." She slowly started to approach Darkrai while preparing an attack.

Kip couldn't do anything but watch as she approached him. He wanted to stop her, he wanted to say something, but every time he tried he felt like the only thing that would come out would be vomit.

Suddenly, Twig flinched and her eyes widened, looking more angry than when she had first approached them.

"WAIT A SECOND, YOU HYPOCRITE!!!" Twig's voice boomed and echoed through the cave as Cresselia spun around to face her. "How dare you speak of me-!"

"NO, HOW DARE YOU!" Twig shouted over Cresselia. "YOU JUST SAID THAT YOU DIDNT THINK KILLING HIM WHILE HE'S IN MY BODY WOULD WORK!"

Cresselia looked red with anger. "I am a legend! That-"

"WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE!?" Kip doesn't think he'd seen her this angry since after her fight with Grovyle.

"YOU CAN'T JUST SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO KIP AND THEN ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOMEHOW ABOVE YOUR OWN WORDS!!!"

Cresselia looked like how Darkrai had glared at them earlier.

"You know then that what I say is true!"

Twig somehow looked angrier than Cresselia.

"YEAH, SURE, FINE! I SWEAR OR WHATEVER!"

Cresselia swiftly plucked one of the feathers from her neck and shoved it onto Twig's chest.

"Then leave and know that if Darkrai returns, it will be your fault alone!"

Twig grabbed the feather while swatting away Cresselia's hand. "GLADLY!"

Twig made haste over to where Kip was and shoved the feather into the satchel he wore. Before rummaging around and pulling out an escape orb. Twig grabbed Darkrai's limp body and slung him over her shoulder. Twig reached her free hand towards Kip and he, reluctantly, put his hand in it. Twig didn't say anything as she activated the escape orb in her other hand. In a bright flash of yellow light, Her, Kip and Darkrai were outside the entrance to Dark Crater.

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The journey back home took a few days and the entire time was spent in agonizing silence. Aside from Twig, still clearly irate, telling Kip that she didn't feel sleepy at any point during the few nights. And the talk Kip had to the ferryman about their destination and payment.

At no point did Darkrai ever bother trying to walk on his own, or make conversation.

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Kip was very glad that they returned home at night. Having to explain that the guy who tortured and traumatized everyone in town was actually Twig now, was a conversation that Kip would rather die than navigate through.

Twig dropped Darkrai onto a bed with a complete lack of care. Darkrai grunting as he landed on it, before slowly curling up. Twig moved over to sit on the settee. Deeply sighing in frustration while she sat down.

Kip started emptying his satchel of the things they had. A bunch of baubles and orbs that they never needed to use, a couple of TM's, and the feather Cresselia had given them. Twig's eyes narrowed with disgust as she stared at the feather.

Kip looked at her. "Are you alright Twig?"

Twig stared at the feather before sighing and resting the side of her head on the arm she has propped up on the armrest.

"Peachy." She growled.

Okay. So she's not alright at all.

"I just." Twig continued. "I had no idea that Cresselia could be such a..." Twig expression shifted angrily for a few seconds before she spat out a word in English that Kip didn't recognize.

"So you acknowledge that she isn't who she presents herself as?" Darkrai muttered, not moving his body an inch.

Twig shot a glare at him before rolling her eyes and looking out over the ocean. "Oh yeah, like YOU would know anything about that."

Kip noticed the way Darkrai's entire body tensed up when she said that.

Kip sighed as he continued sorting through the stuff. Twig watched him.

"Why did she even give us a feather anyway?"

Darkrai rubbed his face. Still clearly trying to get used to falling asleep.

"It's a lunar feather." He grumbled. "If you wish to not give anyone nightmares, keep it nearby."

Twig raised an eyebrow. "Wait, so can you or can you not control it!?"

Darkrai growled a bit "Discard it and discover for yourself."

Twig threw her head back while swinging her hand around in the air. "Great! Cool! Awesome! Just another thing I have to worry about! Swell!"

Kip wanted to say something to help. But he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't just worsen Twig's mood.

Twig rose from the couch she sat on. Shooting her arms out to balance herself when she did so faster than she anticipated.

"I'm going on a walk. I'll stay off the main paths."

Kip watched her in painful silence as she ascended above the steps, and the heavy feeling in the air gradually disappeared.

Kip sighed as he finished putting away his things and layed down on his bed. Facing away from Darkrai.

Several minutes passed while Kip was trying to figure out why he felt like scum.

"Why did you defend me." Darkrai suddenly spoke, more like a demand than a question.

Kip thought for several seconds before just admitting that he didn't know.

Darkrai scoffed.

"Rest assured Mudkip, your efforts will be in vain. The moment I return to my body, I will kill you both and accomplish my designs."

Kip didn't respond.

After a long time, Kip could hear Darkrai's soft snoring behind him.

Tears silently ran down Kip's face as he fell asleep. Wondering how badly he just screwed everything up.

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Hisoka Helps With a Wet Dream

Warning: fem y/n, oc insert, smut, wet dreams, sleepy sex

I haven’t posted in forever and I apologize for that😔I promise I’ll be uploading more soon!

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The sheets ruffled, and the bed squeaked softly as Y/n squirmed in place, her legs rubbed together, moving back and forth under the covers.

The observant magician noticed, keeping a keen eye on the girl’s movements, thinking at first she was having a nightmare, but upon prying into her psyche and listening to her tiny noises, he developed a small smirk.

“It appears you’re having a good sleep.” Hisoka commented quietly to the sleeping woman, “I wonder what’s going on in that delicate mind of yours.” His smile grows, shuffling the deck of cards in his hands.

Y/n had no idea of the man laying beside her. Hisoka had been making a habit of showing up in her home, he says he finishes missions in the area and needs a place to rest, but he doesn’t rest, nor leave the day after; Hisoka comes when he craves her, attention, conversation, anything from her would entertain him. Hisoka was fully dressed in his magician’s garb, he didn’t want to disturb her so he didn’t bother slipping under the covers(it would also be inappropriate because he was still wearing his shoes); so he sat, laid against the headboard, knee in the air, inquisitively playing with his cards.

The magician wants to reach out and tenderly stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckle, his muscles twitch as he imagines the feeling of her soft skin against the hard area of his finger, how he longed to stroke her smooth feminine features. But he wouldn’t want to risk disturbing Y/n’s sleep, or even worse frightening the girl.

Though it did seem entertaining, the atmosphere was far too tranquil, it would feel forced on Hisoka’s end. That would bore him greatly.

Hisoka leaned his head back, gaze towards the ceiling. Y/n would be far too tired if I were to wake her, any trace of lust and vigor quickly washed away by the overwhelming weight of the eyelids, beckoning to be brought back to sleep again.. The man laments to himself, before turning his head and looks at Y/n again, She’s looks stuff, but she’s still whimpering, shivering softly. As if she was an injured nymph, just close to death. Hisoka croons, despite the dirty dream she might be experiencing she looked so innocent.

What are you dreaming about, my kitten? Perhaps me? I sure hope so.. if anyone else, I might wither. Hisoka doesn’t want to move, but in the same breath he wants to scoot closer; to close the separation between them.

Hisoka’s eyes widen as Y/n’s part open. She seems dazed from sleep, but she looks up, meeting his gaze. “Hm? I hope I didn’t disturb you.” He smiles, finally scooting closer to her. Y/n shook her head, turning to face him with her cheek against her pillow. Hisoka noticed that she was still shaking, thighs clenched together under the sheets. He could tell she felt a hint of embarrassment. “I had a rough dream.” She mumbled, trying to cover up for her own dream.

All Hisoka did was chuckle, “Mmm. Rough, you say?” He gave her a knowing smirk. Y/n frowned and pulled the blanket up to her nose. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about..” Hisoka sighed, laying both of his legs down flat before patting his thigh, “Come, sit. I can tell your dream didn’t quite satisfy you, let me help.” Hisoka shuffled his pants below his hips, and then his boxers, “Those kinds of dreams always end at the best part, don’t they?” He chuckled, “You know I’ve had a few myself, that is when I can remember them.. always ending before I get to the good part..”

Y/n lifted herself up, slowly crawling over to Hisoka. “Mm, good girl. Straddle me.” He whispered, his voice deep and soft as his cock began to rise. It was pale, with a pretty pink tip and sack. Hisoka was girthy, she dragged a finger down the vein going down his shaved happy trail, then slowly dragged that finger up his length, pressing down on the slit of his tip before it leaked precum. “Ahh.. how long as it been, my dear? How long has it been since we’ve done this?”

“2 weeks..” Y/n whispered, shuffling forward, she could feel her bare cunt meet with the skin of his ballsack, his sensitive testicles. Hisoka’s breath hitched, one hand gripped the blankets while the other slammed his deck of cards on the nightstand, “Ooh. An observant little lady are you? Or perhaps you’ve felt neglected..” He chuckled, a puff of air escaping his lips, “Mmmm.. Y/n, grind. Grind on me.”

Y/n nodded, leaning back, putting her hands on Hisoka’s thighs to balance herself as she slowly rolled her hips, her clit brushed over Hisoka’s balls as she rubbed up and down. Hisoka’s chest rose and fell, his eyes were tightly shut, Adam’s Apple twitching as he panted against bared teeth.

Y/n shivered, tingles of arousal filled her belly as she listened to Hisoka’s moans, watched his expression; his twitches. And most of all the way his ballsack scraped against her cunt.

After a few more seconds Hisoka quickly grabbed her hips and halted her movements, “That’s enough.” He breathed, “Lean forward, my dear.”

Y/n did as obliged, lifting herself once more, shuffling forward, the tip of Hisoka’s cock brushed over belly, then her cunt, and when she sat down to straddle Hisoka’s abs his member stood proudly between her buttocks. She had her arms wrapped around Hisoka’s neck, her pussy throbbed as it made contact with Hisoka’s rock hard abs.

“So soft, my beloved..” Hisoka mumbled into the side of her head as his hands dragged down her body, his palms caressed her ass, holding each cheek. He lifted her, adjusting her over his cock before sliding her back down.

“A-Aah!” Y/n croaked, whimpering as her pussy was pried apart by Hisoka’s pale, girthy cock. “Ohh.. oh Y/n..” Hisoka grinned widely, teeth grit as he burrowed deep into her, his hips trembled, muscles tense.

“Hhahhh.. ohhh fuck..” Hisoka growled, “I can’t believe I’ve forgotten how good this feels.. how good you feel.” He breathed out, then began to move her up again, then brought her down. “Mnnh! Mmm!” Y/n moaned. Hisoka paused, and then started to get a rhythm, bouncing her up and down, “The sounds you make darling..” Hisoka laughed, “Ohh you’re adorable..” he rested his hands on the side of her thighs, letting her take control, grunting and groaning as she kept up the pace. “Ahh, impressive..” Hisoka commented, “Mmm.. keep it up, good girl.”

Y/n tilted her head up, her eyes met Hisoka’s. His golden-hazel irises were filled with lust, looking down at her with sensual adoration. His lips were parted for a second but then he smirked at her, which urged Y/n to lean forward and connect their lips. The kiss was wet, his tongue slipped between her lips and curled into her mouth. Hisoka groaned into the kiss while she whimpered, and he was thoroughly impressed at how Y/n managed to keep the rhythm. His hands rubbed up and down her thighs, then cupped her ass, “Good girl.. good girl..” he grumbled between her lips.

Y/n pulled back, then kissed him again, over and over again, sucking on his bottom lip, peppering kisses around his mouth. She held his chiseled face in her hands, holding it securely, she could feel his jaw shift against her palms, his teeth gritting in his mouth. “Do you enjoy kissing me?” Hisoka hummed, “Mmm.. you seem so enamored.”

“Your lips are always soft..” Y/n looked up at him, puppy dog eyes that made Hisoka shiver.

Hisoka then suddenly pulled away, his hands on her waist, “Mm..” he turned over and laid her down on the bed, looming over her now, her legs were flat on the bed, knees beside her shoulders, “The way you talk to me.. it brings the devil out of me..” he panted, wasting no time at pounding her into the mattress. Y/n’s eyes widened, looking up at Hisoka, her body swam with sensations, tingling arousal as his cock dug deep into her with every plow, his grunts got louder, making her tremble and burn. Hisoka continued to thrust his hips back and forth, holding Y/n by her thighs to keep her still, “Oooh.. oooohh..” his head was craned all the way back in pure ecstasy. Their pants, moans and grunts mixed together, the bed creaked and skin slapped against skin. “You’re mine.. mine, all mine..” Hisoka grunted.

Y/n’s arms were above her head, all she could do was whimper and moan, bent in half at the mercy of Hisoka. It was amazing how Hisoka managed to keep his pace, he was in a lustful, primal daze, plowing in and out of her so rough the way he was. His hair was coming undone, the star and tear placed so precisely on his cheeks began to smudge away from sweat, “Oh Y/n..” he groaned, his fingers dug into her thighs, making her whimper and clench her fists.

Looking down at her body made Hisoka realize— he wanted to cum on her, he wanted to paint the soft skin of her belly with his milky warm semen, the ache in his crotch told him he was close. Hisoka lifted Y/n’s silk nightgown, pulling it right above her bouncing tits. “I’m going to cum all over you..” Hisoka grinned, making Y/n’s eyes widen. Her lips parted, but as she came she winced, her cheeks going a bright red, “Nnn.. aah!” She breathed out, relaxing but whimpering as Hisoka continued to thrust harshly, his movement sped chasing the goal of release. The puffy look of her eyes told him that she was still sleepy, it would only make since she had woken up only a few minutes before they started. Hisoka thought she was adorable, struggling to keep her eyes open and when they dared to close he thrusted deep into her, eyes shooting wide and a whimper leaving her lips.

“I love you darling..” Hisoka whispered before pulling out, jerking his shaft for a second until his cum splurted onto Y/n’s belly in short strings. “Ohh..” Hisoka groaned, panting heavily in relief, “Did this.. help you, my dear?” He said between heavy breaths, honestly burning up in his thick costume.

Y/n batted her eyes, mewling softly as she looked at the mess on her stomach, “Mm.. mhm..” she nodded and turned her head to the side, her arms finally relaxing above her head. “I’m glad to hear it.” Hisoka smiled down at her, “What a pretty sight to see.” He flicked out a handkerchief, sighing, “Too bad it has to be short lived..” he gently dabbed Y/n’s stomach, wiping away all his nice cum. She pouted at him, her chin to her chest, “Did you slip in while I was asleep?”

“Mhm. I was in the area.” Hisoka set the piece of cloth to the side, laying beside of Y/n and slowly dragging her nightgown back over her body. She suddenly turned her head to meet his gaze, “Did I say anything in my sleep?”

Hisoka raised a brow, then chuckled, “Mm. You did meow like a kitten.” He fibbed, a fun little lie that made Y/n frown at him with a scrunched nose. The magician giggled and shuffled close, he pulled the covers over the both of them despite still having his shoes, he slipped an arm around her, his bicep alone nearly suffocated her, “What were you dreaming of, my dear?”

Y/n’s brows creased, she looked down at Hisoka’s large hand that hung off the side of her body, “I’m not gonna tell you anything else but.. you were in it.” Hisoka’s brows raised completely, but then softened with a smirk, that piece of information alone made his heart flutter. For once he was in somebody’s dreams rather than their nightmares, and since this was Y/n, he was perfectly fine with it.

[makur0]

Omg i miss your wrttings alot and all of them are great! Could i req Dom Arashi trying to pleasure her insecure s/o (fem reader)?? Can be mirror sex and overstimulation pls, sorry this is my first time requesting-

My favorite part~

synopsis — a girl's gotta help out a girl. hopefully you don't mind if she does it in a more intimate way [arashi narukami x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. soft! dom! arashi, fingering, mirror sex, overstimulation, lot of praise + begging, self-deprecation at beginning so slightttt angst but comfort (there's no mention of arashi's genitals)

author's note — when i said i was going to post more during my break i go slap myself on my bed and proceed to sleep for five days /j. but im crawling out of the hole and hopefully i can go back to my daily-post days (never)

word count — 978

"NARU- IT'S NOT WORTH IT."

The blonde's hopeful smile melted into a frown as her hands filled with the latest cosmetics dropped back down to her sides. Realizing the cloud you brought upon your lover made you quickly raise your hands, shaking them.

"I- I mean why waste it on me?" You laughed shakily. "Save it for yourself."

Arashi pouted, the childish act masking her rising thoughts. "I'm not wasting it on you! And of course it's worth it, you'd look absolutely beautiful!"

You shrugged, genuinely looking doubtful, and Arashi confirmed the brooding thoughts.

You poor thing.

"I-" Faltering, you twisted your hands together. "Actually, nevermind. Go have fun, Naru. Maybe you can call Mika or Sena to try it with you."

Arashi hesitated, but hearing the finality in your voice she nodded feebly and took her bags, silently walking up the stairs to your shared room. And that made you feel worse.

"Dammit..." You cursed softly, dropping your head on the cool marble countertop. "I'm sorry."

Even with makeup, I won't look as beautiful as you without it, my love.

That's just how it is, even if it hurts like hell.

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"Hey, Naru... sorry for earlier."

After beating yourself up for the past hour, you finally decided to walk up to the bedroom and apologize to her, wanting your weary heart to rest easy. But to your surprise Arashi was sitting at her vanity, carefully applying makeup.

"Mmmm," Humming, she gestured to you to come closer. "Apologize to me by telling me how this blush looks on me."

You nodded, slowly making your way behind her to glance at the mirror, then flushed. Along with the blush, Arashi had new eye shadow and even some eyeliner that made her look at least 10x hotter. 100 time than what you were.

You coughed slightly. "You look amazing, Naru."

Arashi stared at herself a little longer, then sighed. "Of course, I'll never be as pretty as you are. Oh well."

wait. what?

"Huh?" The response came out in a faint squeak, the latter's eyes glimmering in amusement.

She then turned around to you fully, staring at you straight in the eye. "My darling, I said that I'll never be as beautiful as you."

"But-"

"Mm! No buts." Immediately she shot out of her seat and cupped your chin, looking down at you fondly. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever laid my eyes on, baby. That's why I'm so head over heels for you."

Clearing your throat and reddened, looking down at your feet. Arashi glanced to her left, seeing her full-body mirror, and pointed at it. "See? Look how perfect your frame is, I'm so jealous! You have such beautiful curves!"

She walked behind you and faced you towards the mirror, pushing you closer to it and then finally settling you down in her lap as she sat on the carpet. Your face was hidden in your hands, the red skin shining brightly back at Arashi.

Resting her chin on her shoulder, she whispered right into your ear, increasing your blush tenfold.

"I also forgot to say... you're as pretty down there as your face."

"Arashi-?!" Too overcome with shock you stared at her through the mirror, exasperated, missing the hand starting to slip into your waistband. "-ngh!"

Her other hand cupped your mouth as she started rubbing your sex, cooing to you as she had her eyes closed. "You got a perfect face and a perfect little pussy, [name]. It's a shame that you can't see that yourself."

She let out a sigh just as you sang out a whiny, muffled moan, biting back a grin. "Of course, that's why I'm here. Giving praise to your gifts, my love. I already paid attention to your features, so now..." She flicked her arm, swiftly getting rid of your pants and undergarments as she revealed your bright pink cunt to the mirror. "My favorite part."

"Arashi, just-" You shook away your hand from her mouth only to moan loudly as she dug two fingers into your sex, her slender digits bushing against your walls. "P-please-!"

"Come on, my dear," She whispered, giving you puppy dog eyes through the mirror. "Just let me show you how cute you are."

"..." You couldn't keep the stare down for long, because when her thumb flicked over your clit you keeled, mind spinning at the numbing pleasure. Being more sensitive than usual due to a lack of touch from both yourself and Arashi, even a minute in you could feel yourself getting close to your high. Which you did, as she kept finger-fucking you quickly you trembled a little bit as you came undone, panting.

But Arashi didn't seem to stop there, no. Inhaling sharply and digging her face into your shoulder, she quickened her pace on your cunt and relished the high moans you elicited. She had to take advantage of this, she just had to. Catching you at a vunerable state, the thought of ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you was absolute heaven to her. She did feel a bit guilty- you were supposed to be pleased, not her. But surely there could be room.

You couldn't escape your girlfriend's grip- or you didn't even try. Why should you, she's so much stronger than you, no? Besides, having Arashi's fingers dug deep into your cunt, your sopping juices spreading on her and your inner thighs, turned you on more than you liked. A small, sane part of you still questioned why she chose to comfort you in such a lewd way, but your already-brainwashed part took it greedily. Just seeing your already-gone face, your legs twitching along with your bright leaking pussy made you absolutely submissive to your holder.

Besides... none of you had to go anywhere tomorrow. So just let your beloved fuck you dumb and make sure you feel loved.

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