#it's so close to being done I really need to buckle down and finish it

[razrogue]

Would love to hear about Long Nights Amongst The Stars!!!

So this fic is about Sten and Briva having a moment during Sten's last night in Ferelden. Here's a little bit:

Raucous singing and cheering could be heard all the way on the side of the building as everyone tried to wind down from the day. They just stood there side by side in the chilly night air, quietly staring at the night sky together. Sten watched out the corner of his eye as Briva inched a little closer, not enough for them to touch but enough that she could feel his warmth. Much like she'd do some nights when he was keeping watch over the camp. Nights when the nightmares were too much so she'd forgo sleep and just keep watch with him.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 21 || The After Hours

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, fluff, a tinge of angst, and sexual tension.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.1k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——"I DON'T UNDERSTAND," YOU murmured to the albino man whose arms you're comfortably carried in.

What the hell does he mean by when you call he comes running? You didn't call him... right? Wait, fuck, you don't even remember. Was it really Geto's voice you heard over the phone?

Gojo slowly walks with you in his grasp toward his car, "You called me... Well, I know you probably meant to call Suguru but uh, you called me, sweetheart." He explains.

A pouty expression takes over your features as you grumble out a response to him, "Why didn't you... s-say anything, asshole."

He shrugs, "Cause' Suguru's asleep and I didn't want his half-woken brain to come out here and get you, who's completely wasted. So, it's a good thing you accidentally called me anyway. Plus, I missed-," He stops as he looks at your face.

Your eyes closed and you'd fallen asleep again. Gojo opens his mouth to finish what he is saying but instead sighs and focuses his gaze on where he's walking.

Carefully, the male works his passenger car door open and places you inside. Gojo is overly cautious while he seats you comfortably. Your head had leaned into a visibly unbearable position and he had to be light with his touches to fix you properly.

The pads of his fingers are soft against your face and he's gentle with the way he handles your head. When he's done making sure you don't look uncomfortable and finishes buckling you in, his eyes pause on your pretty resting features.

Even though the beauty Gojo sees in your face, he can't help but notice the dried tear streaks running down your cheeks. He wonders when you cried and why. Was it because of him? Again? The thought alone makes his heart ache.

Gojo shuts his eyes and leans his forehead to yours, resting against you lightly, "I'm sorry..." He whispers to you, despite the fact that you're asleep.

After another second, Gojo removes himself from your space and shuts his car door softly. He then makes it into the driver's seat and he's quick to start his car and drive off.

The ride is slow and Gojo tries to make it as smooth as possible so that he doesn't wake you up. There were a few times when you moved and let out a little groan, each time prompting a concerned gaze from the man in the diver's seat.

Each minute that passes, Gojo spends it thinking about what you told him over the phone. He hates to see you struggling like this, wishing he could go back and maybe do something different but knowing the outcome would've been bad either way.

By the time he gets to your apartment, it's even later into the night and Gojo spends the entire time with you being as careful as possible. He knows you didn't want to see him but he needed to make sure you got home safely.

So, the man carried you all the way to your apartment door and even let himself inside. You found this out a while ago when you went through your messages but apparently, Shoko gave Gojo a spare key to the apartment.

You thought it was weird of your roommate to do so without talking to you about it but she eventually explained to you that she's asked Gojo to go to your apartment more times than she can count and it was frustrating giving him her keys every time.

That, and she secretly felt like him having access to the apartment would help the two of you get together. Of course, Shoko is still ignorant of what's going on between you and Gojo but neither of you has plans on changing that.

After all, her giving him spare keys is beneficial to you in a situation like this.

Gojo moves into your apartment with you in his arms, his footsteps quiet. When he entered, everything was dark and he noticed Shoko's room door was closed. He figured she was asleep since the space beneath her room door showed no signs of lighting and plus, it was pretty late.

You shift around in Gojo's arms while he carries you into your room. The male carefully placed you down on your bed and he wanted to make sure you were comfortable in your sleep but was nervous to do so.

Gojo drags his gaze up and down the obvious discomfort the dress you're wearing brings you and he so desperately wants to change you. With a sigh, he glances around your room, searching for a t-shirt he can toss over you but spotting none.

The man knows you probably won't like it but, he stands up and strips his upper half, removing the white sweater he was wearing and moving to put it onto your body, leaving him in a simple t-shirt he had underneath.

The sweater went over your dress after which, Gojo felt around your back, careful not to touch you directly, and unzipped your dress. He didn't want to lay eyes on your body while you were asleep so, the male worked your dress off you and down your legs with his sweater blocking his eyesight from seeing anything.

On you, his sweater went down to the beginning of your thighs, looking like a dress in itself on your smaller frame. Gojo had long since worked your heels off, having neatly placed them somewhere in your room and now he was trying to tuck you into your bed.

After that, he left your room for only a moment to grab medicine for the painful hangover he knows you're going to have when you wake up. Returning to you swiftly, he puts all the necessary items on your nightstand and sighs.

Soft snores left you, prompting his eyes to fall on your face for the millionth time that night. Gojo tilts his head as he looks at your face, taking in all of your features. He missed having the mere luxury of just looking at you.

You're so beautiful in his eyes that just staring at you makes him loathe himself for the terrible shit he's putting you through.

When the long moment of appreciation comes to an end, Gojo caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand as if to say bye, before leaning up and turning away.

What he doesn't expect is for a delicate set of fingers to wrap around his wrist and stop him from going anywhere. Before he can even turn around to look at you, you whisper out a sleepy and still drunken, "S-Stay."

All it takes is that one word of yours for the male to stop every movement. Hell, he thinks he stops breathing for a second. Turning his face around to look at you, he spots your eyes just barely open and your hand holding him.

Gojo swallows, "Sweets, as much as I want to... you don't really-"

"Satoru," You whisper.

The way you say his name so suddenly after not referring to him as such for what felt like an eternity makes his heart throb violently in his chest. Gojo's whole facial expression weakens, his body and mind completely incapacitated under the sound of your voice and the feeling of your touch.

Your eyes flick up to him and he can tell that you're clearly drunk.

"Y-Yes?" Gojo whispers back.

"Stay." You command.

He feels so utterly helpless under your gaze. What is he supposed to say when you look at him so longingly? Holding onto his wrist in a way that makes him feel like if he leaves, he'll only leave you sadder.

He glances off to the side, "You're just gonna be upset when you sober up. I can't-"

"Toru please." You murmur, suddenly frowning, "I... d-don't wanna be alone."

Gojo's eyes shut and he grits his teeth, "Fucking hell... O-Okay, fuck, fine w-whatever you want." He stammers out, physically unable to deny your requests. "Just... don't curse me out when you're sober, please."

You let his wrist go and smiled cheekily, "No promisessss."

Gojo walks around to the other side of your bed and slowly lays down beside you. Even drunk, you could tell he was nervous doing so-- he already knew what was going to happen when your drunken state faded away. At first, the man lays down as far as possible, making you flip your body around to face him.

He clears his throat, "Is this okay?"

The guy was on the other side of your bed, clearly trying to keep his distance. You giggle, "No, stupid... Come hold me," You whisper.

"H-Hold you?" Gojo chokes out.

You sigh heavily, "At least until-," You yawn, "...I fall back asleep. T-Then you can leave, if you want."

With a slight nod, Gojo just barely slides closer to you. One of his large arms goes over your side and you immediately reciprocate, making his heart skip a beat at the way your small hand is felt on his back. The two of you were basically hugging each other and the state of his heart worsens as you snuggle in closer to him.

"C'mon, this is unfair..." Gojo sighs heavily.

You continue hugging him anyway, comforting your head into his chest. "I know," You whisper in response.

The two of you then get quiet for a while. Your breathing gets softer and softer against his chest and every brush of air against his skin makes it harder for him to calm his rapidly beating heart. It's been so long since you'd been close to him like this that he doesn't know how to handle it.

Gojo feels almost dizzy by your warm body against his. It's not turning him on or anything but his heart feels so odd in his chest.

Suddenly, your head shifts and you look up a him, "Gojo..." You whisper.

And he misses the way you say his first name already, "Hm?"

"You're so cruel to me." You babble out. Not only was your intoxication beginning to take over your mind, but fatigue was weighing in on you as well.

He sighs shakily, "Am I?"

"Very..." You start pouting, "He made me really happy, y'know..."

Gojo blinks in confusion.

"Choso," You clarify. Gloss begins to lay over your eyes and you quickly grow saddened, "...He won't even talk to me now."

"Did you... tell him about the list or something?"

"No, idiot." You fire back. "He wanted to date me but... I o-obviously couldn't say yes because of you."

Guilt thrums throughout Gojo's body, "I'm sorry." He apologizes sincerely.

You sigh heavily, "Y'know... if you were really sorry, you'd delete that video of me and let me go..."

"I can't." Gojo replies, squeezing his eyes shut, "I really can't."

"Why?" You question, scoffing slightly, "After all this time, can you at least tell me why it has to be me?"

He silences himself in thought. There are so many ways he could go about answering such a question but the possibilities of how you may react are endless. Plus, you're drunk and if he's going to admit or explain anything to you, it'll be while you're sober.

"Because..." Gojo's voice gets so quiet that you almost don't catch what he says, "...I don't have any other choice."

What does he mean by that? You have no idea. It's just another one of Gojo's stupid explanations that make no sense whatsoever, leading you to only be annoyed with him for the nth time since you've known him. You're negative emotions for this male run deeper than anything else.

Even so, there's this underlying emotion you feel when he talks to you or looks at you. And you absolutely despise the way it affects you because the man simply plagues your heart, vexing you with his toxic and fucked up realities of how he wants things to go.

You find yourself lulled into it all nonetheless. Whether it be by choice or not, something about Gojo just draws you to him in so many ways.

You hate the way he looks at you as if your very existence is what he still breathes for. The way he talks to you like each second without your presence is steadily crushing his will to live. How he holds you so gently yet firmly as if he dreads the instant he has to let you go.

And more than anything, you hate the combination of all that being tied to his stupidly handsome face that makes you nervous at every second, even though you try to hide it. Then there are the memories of the very few good times you spent with him.

Somewhere deep, deep, deep down inside-- you'd give anything to go back to that morning you woke up in his arms.

Gojo Satoru may be no Kamo Choso but even so, both men hold some deep and special, whether it be good or bad, place in your heart.

You shake your head in disbelief, "...I hate you."

Gojo swallows down your words, "That uh... That makes four."

"What?" You scoff confusedly.

"That's the fourth time you've said those words to me-- the fourth time you've claimed to hate me." Gojo points out, his voice so clearly sorrowful, "I wish you didn't..."

Your brows bush together, "...Wish I didn't say it or...?"

"No, I wish you didn't have to hate me." He says, shutting his eyes again and sucking in a deep breath, "B-But... it's uh, It's okay. I can live with you hating me."

You roll your eyes and open your mouth to say something but he cuts you off unintentionally by continuing.

"It's odd though," Gojo whispers, his fingers toying with the back of the sweater you're wearing. "Why would you want to be in my arms if you hate me so much?"

You groan, "Cause'...." The reasoning takes a second to come out, almost as if you didn't want to admit such a thing out loud, "I don't... I don't wanna be alone." You murmur, your voice wavering a little before your grasp on him grows tighter.

Gojo's heart is pounding so ridiculously hard against his chest when he feels you cling to him so desperately. It took control of every muscle and vein in his body not to squeeze you back just as hard to let you know that he'd never leave unless you told him to.

A soft, heart-wrenching little chuckle leaves his lips, "Me neither, sweetheart."

For a second time, silence wraps around the two of you. The only noise in the air now was the sound of you both breathing faintly. You don't know why but, even though you hate him, you couldn't deny the deep sense of comfort and understanding you felt within his arms.

Your heart was heavy in your chest, feelings for Choso having a dangerous steel grip on you. If you were to complete this list; you needed to put your feelings for that man aside. Only temporarily though. By all means, no matter what it took, you'd be running back to Choso the very second you were freed to do so.

Unconsciousness creeps up on you and unexpectedly wraps your mind up in a warm little blanket, swaying you into relaxation and tugging you into a state of slumber. Meanwhile, Gojo lay awake, unable to fall asleep with the ounces of guilt, regret, and disappointment in himself that cascaded over him.

Though it took a while, he waited until it seemed like you were asleep and then tried to ease his way out. Sadly, through your sleep, you only clung onto his body more-- silently begging him not to go anywhere.

With a sigh, he ends up staying.

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A few hours later, you wake up because of a pounding headache. It was still dark and your eyes just barely opened to gather your surroundings. Finally, you were sober.

Your mind was all groggy and you couldn't remember much after Gojo came and picked you up. It was in fragments and pieces that you recalled talking to him in your sleep and begging him to stay with you.

Yet, when you woke up and opened your eyes, you were met with the dim sight of your bedroom door closed and no feeling of warmth or body heat around you. It annoyed you that Gojo left even though you told him to stay.

Being alone was the one thing you wanted to avoid.

Even hours after your intoxication had worn off, the worst part about it was that as you propped your side up using your elbow and reached for the meds on your nightstand, a wave of arousal abruptly coursed through you. Perhaps it was because of your interactions with Naoya's piss-poor skills at pleasing you-- having left you unsatisfied all this time.

While you swallowed down a pill to kill your headache, you planned on possibly going to lock your door and just rub it out. You hate waking up horny like this and the headache doesn't help either. If only Naoya had known how to use his dick properly, you would've been fine right now.

With a sigh, you move to sit up and suddenly spot a large build lying on the other side of your bed. You almost let out a yelp in surprise until you realized that it was Gojo and that the man never left you.

Your head tips to the side while you eye his resting frame. His back is to you and you figure the male moved away from you so that you wouldn't curse him out first thing in the morning. You groan slightly at the recollection of you telling him to stay.

The sound of your light groan is enough to stir the man awake. He begins to turn around and your heart jumps for some reason when you meet eyes with him.

Gojo rubs his eyelids slightly, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. "Well... aren't you a sight for sore eyes..." He hums, his deep morning voice only worsening that arousal of yours.

You swallow, "Don't start."

"Mmmmgh.." He hums tiredly, the sound vibrating against his throat and weirdly making your state worse. He then sighs and shuts his eyes, "Don't start what, sweetheart?"

Gojo's voice is way too damn sexy for you to have a proper conversation and, of course, the damn pet name never helps.

You ignore his question, "You need to leave."

"Make me," Gojo says playfully. You frown and his eyes suddenly open, "Come over here 'nd force me out." He murmurs, voice still low but clearly playful.

You roll your eyes at the male, "I'm not joking."

He smirks seductively, the sight unintentionally attractive to you, "Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Why not?" You scoff sassily.

"Haven't done anythin' to make 'em roll, that's why," Gojo replies, the suggestiveness of his words feeding your hormones.

You push the blanket down and away from your legs, revealing your warm skin to the comforting air of your room. "You plan on doing something to make em' roll?" You reply.

Gojo's body stills in reaction to your words. His eyes close again and you watch him bite his bottom lip, "Want me to?"

You shouldn't. At all. You absolutely should not be needy for Gojo of all people.

You decide not to answer him and simply let out a yawn. He chuckles, the sound foolishly sexy. God, everything about this man is turning you on right now and you absolutely hate it.

"I can't stand you," You end up saying.

"Come sit on me then." Gojo fires back.

A throb is felt in between your legs and you grit your teeth. You didn't like the way he challenged you, almost as if you wouldn't really do so. It was one hundred percent because of your hormones that move, shifting to hold yourself up on your knees and shuffling over to the man.

Gojo's eyes shoot open and he chokes as you actually toss one leg over his and straddle him. His hands scramble a bit to lift himself up but you put your palm to his chest and push him right back down aggressively.

"Don't move now, you're the one who told me to come sit on you." You utter in a sultry tone.

He swallows as he stares up at you, never expecting you to be so bold. "Fuuck... it's too early for this y'know... Fuckin' sun isn't even up yet," He groans, his voice deeper than ever.

You lean forward, causing your crotch to rub over his, "Too early for what?"

"For you to be gettin' on top of me like this," Gojo sighs almost panicked, "I know I told you to but-," You wiggle into him a bit to comfort yourself, "F-Fuck, I didn't think you'd actually..."

Your torso tips forward and you press your fingertips into his chest, "Actually get on top of you?" You finish Gojo's statement questionably.

He nods, "Yeah."

The ache in between your legs is slowly becoming unbearable so, you roll your hips forward, your clothed cunt dragging against Gojo's cock and making his brows furrow and his jaw drop slightly.

"H-Hah, woah, w-wait, what're you doing?" Gojo questions. Those large hands of his go to your thighs and he squeezes your skin slightly.

You tilt your head innocently, "Trying to finish what that asshole Naoya left of me last nigh..." Your voice tails a bit as your roll your hips back and feel Gojo gently hump himself up into you, "Hah, n-night..." You manage out breathly.

Gojo smirks but his breathing is now heavy. He remembers you telling him that you had bad sex with Naoya but you never told him what exactly you meant by that. "What he left of-," He swallows hard, "You?"

Your head nods, "Mhm. Fucker didn't even make me cum," You explain, pouting frustratedly as you recall.

The male below you blinks, "What?"

"He didn't make me cum," You repeat while slowly grinding over the steady rise of Gojo's cock. There's almost nothing more stimulating than feeling as a male grows hard beneath you.

It's so warm and hard how his dick springs to life within the confines of his boxers. All because of a little bit of dry humping.

"You want me to make up for him?" Gojo's quick to offer.

You smile lustfully and drag your hips in a slow circle over his erection, "No... I can uh, shit... can get of jus' fine like this..." You tell him.

A wet spot forms on the male's boxers as precum seeps out the tip of his cock at the thought of watching you get yourself off by dry humping.

Gojo slips his hands up and under the sweater you're wearing, his grasp going to your hips and guiding you through your movements. "You sure?" He breathes out, "You and I both know I can satisfy you just fine."

You chuckle and then catch him off guard by grabbing his hands and prying them away from your body. Gojo's eyes widen when you pin his hands up above his head, your gaze meeting his while you continue grinding on him.

"I know you can but..." You tilt your head tauntingly, "You haven't earned that kinda thing back."

"W-What?" He stammers, his face flushing as your fingers squeeze around his wrists.

The way you're looking at him alone is enough to drive him over the edge but he manages to control himself. Your voice lowers, "You haven't earned the right to fuck me Gojo." Your words make him blink in disbelief, "Not after all the shit you put me through."

"But..."

"There is no but." You say, leaning down to him and tipping your head down to his neck. Carefully, you press your lips into him, "Right now, the only thing you've earned is the pleasure of being used by me."

Your words go straight to his cock and Gojo gulps. Is he hearing you correctly right now? Did you just say you were going to use his body for your pleasure? Is he even okay with that?? Of course he is. Gojo physically couldn't say no to such a thing.

Your lips push into the skin right under his jaw and Gojo groans lowly. Your cunt flutters around nothing at the sound and you grin. Lifting yourself, you move to hover your face over his, peering down into his eyes.

"S'that okay?" You whisper, "Can I do that?"

"I-I..." Gojo is at a complete loss for words right now.

You inch closer to him and your lips graze his own, "Can I use you, Gojo?"

He swore he almost came at the imagination of you doing so.

Everything you said was exactly what you wanted too. You really didn't believe that Gojo deserved to have sex with you without some form of punishment due to all the things he's putting you through. Hell, the only reason you're about to do anything with him is because of how horny you woke up.

Or at least, that's what you're going to blame it on anyway.

"Of course you can, sweets." Gojo utters, his eyes low, "I'm all yours, every part of me, it's all yours." He breathes out.

You smile at his words, "Yeah?"

"M-Mhm... You wanna selfishly use me to make yourself feel good," He shrugs, "By all means." Gojo encourages you, "Please do actually. I told you I'd make things up to you right?"

You almost forgot about that but, he's right. He did promise such a thing so, you nod in response.

"Consider this a part of it," The male explains, "I'm nothing more than a tool for you."

You smile at his words, butterflies fluttering through your stomach in reaction. You wondered if he was only speaking like this in terms of sex or if he meant in general but, based on the needy look in his eyes and the redness of his cheeks, he meant it in every aspect.

Slowly, your eyes shut and you press your lips into his for the first time in what feels like forever. The immediate whine that leaves Gojo is so utterly pathetic and desperate, the fact that you're still pinning his hands down acts as torture for the male.

Given that his favorite thing to do is touch you, to be deprived of that during sex is about to be one of the most difficult things he's ever experienced. But, for you; Gojo would do anything to fix everything he's broken between the two of you.

Your lips part over his and he's eager to accept your tongue sliding into his mouth, his hands simply twitching to feel your body as the two of you make out. It's slow and sloppy, wet tongues slipping over one another while soft and quiet moist sounds of your kissing fill the air.

It ends up being you that folds to the urge to touch and feel him, sliding your hands down from his writs, along his muscular arms, to his shoulders, and then to his neck and face-- growing more aggressive with your kissing and feelings his smooth skin beneath your fingers.

Gojo kept his arms up in place as you lifted from his mouth, quickly whispering his desires to you, "Can I touch you?" He hushes out before you kiss him again.

Feeling ignored, Gojo is struggling to control himself. Nothing is stopping him from moving his hands to your waist and flipping the two of you over, quickly grinding into that warm cunt of yours and pleasing you like he knows you deserve. Yet, he remains still anyway.

You tug on his lower lip for a moment before releasing it, "You wanna touch me?"

"Please," He begs, "A-At least while you're kissing me..."

"Alright," You agree, "But when I tell you to take your hands off me, you better."

Gojo nods understandingly and obediently, quickly flying his hands down to your waist and gripping onto you as your lips connect again. The kiss only grows sloppier, your lips sliding over his and his tongue working its way up into your mouth, leading you to hum against him.

Deep down inside, you can't lie... you did miss making out with Gojo. Nobody kisses you like he does. This man kisses you as if it's his dying act.

His hands go down to your hips and he pushes himself up a bit while pulling you down onto his crotch again. Through your messy kissing, Gojo starts moving with you to sit himself up with you in his lap, your lips hardly ever disconnecting from one another.

Now that you're both sat up, it makes kissing each other and dry humping at the same time a whole lot more comfortable and easy.

Through the softness of your lips, Gojo's able to whisper a thing out to you every now and then, "F-Fuck... I missed you s'much..." He mumbles into you.

His arms wrap around your waist while yours go around his neck, both of you hungrily making out with each other.

When you pull away for a second to breathe, you respond. "Did you?" You murmur.

Gojo nods eagerly, "You know I did."

You smile slightly as you kiss him again. Both of you just barely conversate in between pecks, "...Prove it," You utter.

The sound of his lips smacking over yours is heard, "O-Okay... I will, however-, mh... however you want." He speaks between your constant pecks and gentle sucks over his lower lip, "T-Told you... I'm all yours."

You finally pry away from his mouth completely, a string of saliva left between your lips and his. "Alright then... can I..." You bite your lower lip for a moment, trying to debate if you really want to go through with the idea in your head.

Gojo looks absolutely dazed right now from all your kissing-- having almost blown his load in his pants from making out with you. His cheeks are completely red, his lips parted with heavy pants leaving him, and his eyes low as they look at you.

"Yes," Gojo blurts out, "Whatever it is, you can do it to me." He agrees.

The man appears as though he was fucked out and all you've done is swap spit with him.

You stare at him innocently before giving him one last peck and then moving to his ear, "Can I tie you up?"

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎

NANAMI KENTO ☐

??? SUKUNA ☐

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Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 1.5

⇢ plot: Dabi gets home and is kind of wound up. He needs you to help him out...

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, rough manhandling, couch-sex, steamy kissing, cunnilingus (female receiving), fingering, rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of Dabi’s fire quirk, marking (Dabi makes a red handmark on reader's skin)

⇢ personal note: a little reward for @/the-beard-of-edward-teach

The sound of the door being slammed shut echoes through the tiny apartment, announcing the return of your boyfriend from his mission to gain new members for the LOV.

"Oh hey baby, how did the recruit–" Your words are caught in your throat when you see the expression on his face.

You can tell he is mad. Really mad. Yet, his eyes hungrily take you in.

Oh shit…

Dropping his coat on the floor, he's at your side in an instant, grabbing you by the waist and swinging you into his arms, striding with long steps toward the couch. 

He throws you down onto the cushions, lurching right on top of you.

“What the—?” You ask, dizzily.

"Shut up." He commands and settles himself between your legs, hooking his hands under the seam of your shorts, yanking them down. Just hearing that fierce, possessive voice of his makes your legs fall obediently apart. 

"Dabi–" But you can't finish the sentence, not with him grabbing your pants and igniting his quirk.

"Told you to be quiet…" A blistering heat arises, the burnt shreds of the remains thrown across the room with one casual swing of his arm. Your eyes catch a glimpse of his erection straining against the stitches of his pants. It gives you just enough time to suck in a breath before he dives down and starts his assault on your sensitive nub.

His mouth descends on your clit, tongue stroking over it in a way that drives you instantly crazy. Alternating between hungry licks of your sensitive pussy and dragging his tongue back and forth over your clit, you squirm, getting wetter by the moment, causing you to quickly rise toward your climax.

“Ah fuck, you taste so fucking good—” he groans against your pussy. He's going rough, which is both delicious and aggravating at once. It awakens a need inside of you, a need for him to push a finger inside you, to do all kinds of filthy, dirty things to you. Your entire skin prickles with awareness and your pulse starts to race. 

"Touya–ahhh–" you moan as he finally plunges his fingers into you without warning, curling them against that sweet spot of yours. Between Dabis' fierce licks of your pussy, you whimper, his need for you driving you crazy. You're getting closer and closer to your high, the rasp of his tongue against your clit becoming almost too much. Then, his hot lips latch around it and he starts sucking.

Without a warning, you come.

The orgasm pounces through you like a storm, making you arch and goosebumps ripple across your skin. You throw your head back as your legs close around him and a scream rips from your lips. Dabi rides you through it and it's so filthy, the way his slurping sounds echo off the walls. 

He growls, pinning your thighs apart again, his tongue dipping inside your entrance to taste all of you. "So fucking sweet—”

Panting, you slowly come down from your high. Dabi raises his head and you look down at his face, with his mouth gleaming, wet from all your juices. 

"I need a minute—" you pant, dizzy and breathless. 

"M not fucking done with you yet." He growls low in his throat, and then his big body pushes over you. The clink of his belt buckle tells you what he is about to do. Another quick dive into his pants, and he frees his throbbing cock. You glance down and see it dripping with precum. Taking it in his palm, he slides his hand along its impressive, pierced length, playing the head of it against your soaked folds. 

You catch your breath, surprised again at how good that feels. How good everything feels with him. Every time.

Dabi fits the bulbous head of his cock against your core, wetting it, and then pushes forward, swiftly, burying himself balls deep at once. Your mouth drops open into a sinful moan—

—because even though you're dripping wet, you never get used to how thick and girthy he is. 

He pulls out, his gaze riveted to where you are joined, his dick glistening with your juices/slick, and then his gaze flicks up to lock with yours. Without a warning, he starts pumping into you. It forces the air from your lungs the way he thrusts into you. Dabi’s hands grip your hips, digging his nails into them, raising them to meet his before he thrusts into you again. His movements are feral, he picks up speed, his thrusts taking on urgency. The look in his eyes is possessive as he pumps into you, over and over again, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“Dabi s too much,” you cry out, impaled on his cock as you struggled to adjust to his speed.

“Shut up and take it—” A low growl builds in his chest, deep and rumbly.

Mind-numbing sensations spiral through your body with his movements, and your arms fly up to hold onto him. Your bodies come together so roughly that you are slammed against the armrest of the couch, your back sliding over the coarse fabric of the couch, making your skin raw. 

His thrusts take on a fiercer edge and the harder he drives into your body, the more IT heightens your own pleasure. You feel the stir of another orgasm starting to build in your belly, when one hand slips between your bodies, his calloused thumb pressing through the folds of your pussy, finding your clit, starting to rub against it. You gasp at the sensation, arching your back. Faster and harder he claims you– and your fingers clawing into his shirt, closing your eyes while he focuses on that one particular spot that will make you scream again. 

You can feel your body clench around him, your pussy tightening in response to the impending orgasm. You're almost there— but you need more, need something else to give you that little push. As if he knows, his next thrust is followed by a sudden heat on your hips. Dabi doesn't break his gaze when the heat increases and you realize what he's doing. Shocked, you try to writhe away from him.

He doesn't let you, keeping you right there, his hand steady on your hip. The heat turns into stinging pain that shoots right up your spine. And it's exactly what you need, what lights you up like a dynamite fuse. 

You cry out, digging your nails into Dabi's shoulder when you come undone around him. Everything shatters inside you, and you give a choked cry as your insides clench and release, the orgasm battering through you. The nasty wet sound of his cock thrusting into you fills the room while your tight silken walls continue to milk him. 

"Fuck," Dabi growls, his own movements becoming erratic and he shudders as his own release finds him. You feel his cock throb with each shot of his cum, twitching as the heat of it sweeps through you. Dabi continues to thrust into you, fucking back every drop of his essence, but he's coming so much that it squelches out. It's so naughty, the way your juices –mixed with his cum– stick in a frothy mess to the base of his cock and leak down your ass. 

He leans in over you, his chest pressing to yours, and then his lips are against yours, claiming your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue flicking against yours. It's as forceful and messy as the sex you had. There’s a slight musky taste to his mouth, and you realize you're tasting… yourself. 

“Dabi–” you moan, still dizzy, still clinging onto him. 

"Fuck, baby I needed that." A raspy groan comes from his throat as he pulls back and out, his cock –hot, sticky, and still twitching– pressing against your folds. "M sorry. Shitty day…"

"Don't be, it's not like I didn't enjoy it—" You laugh breathily, still trying to catch your breath.

Then his gaze falls on the angry red handprint on your hips. His face turns into an apologetic grimace before his azure eyes flick up to meet yours. He strokes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you too much?”

“Just a little bit,” You interrupt him with a kiss. "But it's ok. I got off on it."

“That's my girl—” He chuckles, directing soothing circles over the red burn. “I'm sure, it will fade."

"Next time make sure it doesn't." You tease, a hand raising to idly play with his raven strands.

He stalls, his blue eyes taking you in for a moment, contemplating. Then his lips curl up into a wide smirk and you gasp as you feel him getting hard again, pulsing against your puffy folds.

Oh no…

"Shouldn't have said that," he snorts and grabs you by your hips to flip you around. "Ready for round two?"

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A Quiet Moment

Summary: based on some prompt that asked you to write a scene between two characters just being around each other with no dialogue. Immediately thought of Geralt.

Notes: saw a prompt on tiktok first thing I woke up and wrote this in a manic state. Enjoy :)

Taglist: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @lucyinthelibrary @sunndust

Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Neither of you are talkers. That’s Jaskier’s job, who chatters away about songs, affairs and other dramatic states of the world while you’re on the path. And despite your quietness, there always seems to be some kind of noise around you. Singing, fighting, talking, murmurs – whatever it is, it’s never really quiet.

Always except for these quiet moments, when the people in the tavern below you have gone home and Jaskier is in a room of his own.

It’s been a long day of killing for Geralt and a long day of waiting for him in a town full of talking, prodding people for you. So when you hear him sit down on the bed, you let out a sigh of relief. The day is over, and there are a few precious moments the two of you have to yourself now.

Geralt doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, and you don’t need him to. Instead, you go through your supplies, and grab bandages and ointments. Then, you get a bucket of water and a rag and sit down in front of Geralt.

He stops your wrist gently as you begin to loosen a buckle of his armor, but there’s a pleading look in his amber eyes. Geralt isn’t used to help, but he desperately wants to be taken care of.

Moments later, he lets you go, and you take off his stiff leather armor. The dirty undershirt follows quickly, and you see the bruises and cuts you expected.

You begin with his face, as you always do, wiping away dirt, sweat and grime, as well as some monsters’ blood. Gently, you take out the leather band holding his hair out of his face, before you move onto his chest.

Geralt doesn’t wince when you clean the cuts that run over his body, unlike Jaskier, who talks to compensate for pain. He’s so used to the discomfort that it makes your heart wrench. Carefully, you apply the ointments Geralt would tell you not to waste on him if he had the energy. But he doesn’t, so you give him this ‘luxury’.

Taking his breeches off should be sexual, but Geralt simply closes his eyes as you treat the massive cut that made blood drip onto the floor. If you knew how, you would probably stitch it, but you don’t and Geralt’s not human, so you have to leave it for now.

When you’re done with all the cuts and injuries, you grab him some clean clothes and take his dirty ones to be washed. The washerwomen know you and Geralt from earlier contracts, and they know you don’t speak much.

They don’t mind. You’re kinder than most and you pay. You hand over his sullied clothes and make your way to the innkeep next, preparing yourself to speak. It isn’t easy for you, especially after such a long day, but apparently, Jaskier is your saving grace today.

The innkeep hands you a tray with two meals on it, and only holds out a hand demanding payment. You provide it, taking the tray with stew and ale on it and make your way back upstairs to the rooms.

Geralt opens the door for you before you can knock. Either he heard your heartbeat or your footsteps – or both.

He takes the tray out of your hands and puts it down on the bed. You raise an eyebrow at that, since Geralt is normally unwilling to eat in the place he sleeps. It smells too strongly, he told you once.

You follow him, and he pulls you into his side, handing you a bowl. It’s cold, but you don’t mind. Geralt eats his as if he’s starved for weeks, and you can’t blame him. It does mean that you’ve barely taken three bites before he’s done.

His head is on your shoulder while you finish your dinner, washing down with a few gulps of the ale that has been stretched with water. You scrunch your face at the taste and a smile tugs at Geralt’s lips.

Before he can try to get out of bed, you collect the dishes and put them in a corner of the room where the rats won’t bother you.

On your way back, you can feel a sharp tug in your neck, and before you can stop yourself, you grimace. You hope he hasn’t noticed, but Geralt’s eyes flit up to the afflicted area immediately.

He doesn’t let you protest in any way – the moment you sit on your side of the bed, his hands are on your neck, working out the soreness in a way that would seem too gentle for a Witcher. When he’s done, you give him a smile, and he grunts in return.

The gestures turn into words in your head as you pull the blanket over your shoulders. Geralt blows out the candle on his side of the bed, before he wraps an arm around you.

He won’t sleep for quite a bit, so you stay still in the dark, feeling his hand stroke over your back and head absentmindedly. He does it with Roach too, to calm her down. You know he does it to calm himself aswell, and it feels nice, so you let him.

When his movement stills, you turn around to him, gently cupping his face, and giving him a kiss. It’s your ‘I love you’ before you go to sleep, and he returns it with his forehead against yours.

You can feel the tiredness creep in now, where all sounds but your breathing have stopped. It feels like the world has come to a stop, in the best way possible, and you cherish it. Feeling the warmth of his body against yours, your thoughts come to a stop and the only thing around is silence.

It’s a holy and rare commodity to you – one of the only things that doesn’t grate on your senses.

And as you fall asleep, you feel the Quiet in your bones. Tomorrow, early in the morning, it’ll be gone, but for now, the two of you are at peace.

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Their words and touch hurt like hell pt. 2

Wandanat x Avenger!reader

Carol x reader

Summary: Now that they have you back in their loving chokehold, they must secure you down with a lot of love.

Warnings: a lot of fluff, angst, thigh ridding, sexual acts, break ups...

Part one here

Today was the day, the dreaded Revist.

Your eyes fluttered opened only soon to close tightly, grimacing at the ray of sunshine that gleamed directly onto your subtle features, peaking through the black blinds.

Clasped tightly in the arms of the two women drowning you with so much love and affection.

You felt different, you felt truly happy, once back in there arms, since the play out of the women's damaging actions against you. Though, you really didn't want to, you had to leave the addicting pleasure that surged through your body when the two redheads held you close.

You were sandwiched in between the two Avengers, your leg was draped over Wanda's waist, her head planted firmly on your boobs, Natasha had her left arm snaked under your body placing her hand on your soft stomach for some very needed skin to skin touch, her right arm thrown over your hip reaching out for Wanda's hand to hold. You gawked at the site of the two redheads being so sweet.

You slowly and carefully moved out of their iron- like hold, freezing like a deer In headlights whenever they made the of smallest movements or noises. After you had succeed, you gently tiptoed to the bathroom to have a shower and get ready for the day.

After undressing and stepping into the shower letting the lukewarm water cascade down your tense muscles, you let at a sigh of relief, happy that today you would get a sense of closure from the revist, maybe poor girls screams would stop haunting you and your dreams.

Stepping out you reached for a towel, wrapping it tightly around your now cold body. You moved over to the marbel sink and stared in the mirror, thoughts rushed through your mind, we're you going to succeed? Was everything and everyone be okay? How many Hydra agents were they going to be?. Taking a deep breath you took out your skincare, and started your daily routine.

When finished you took a last quick glance over yourself. Opening the door you were startled by your two girlfriends standing there in very formal stances a silly grin set on both there faces.

"Fuck! Jeez, Don't do that!"

"Morning dekta" Natasha purred.

"Morning hunny! " Wanda quickly added.

"Morning" you mumble out while walking passed them, Stress levels starting to build up again.

Wanda let out a little frown at your reaction towards them. Both women followed you towards the walk in closest, since you didn't have anything to wear you had to chose out off their selection.

Running your hands through the many clothes, you selected a soft grey top, Upon finding black sweatpants you also found some of your underwear and bras that Carol must have missed while packing, You thanked God because you really didn't know what you would have done.

"Do you mind if I wear this?" You asked, showing them the selected outfit.

"Nope, not at all" Wanda replied whilst Natasha shook her head, not minding. Pleased with there respone you dropped your towel not caring if the to redheads left or not.

Natasha and Wanda's knees almost buckled at the sight of there oh so beautiful girlfriend naked. They missed you and your body and especially your whorish moans they only could unleash within you and this scene definitely did help there growing members.

The two redheads had to step out the room before fainting. After Slipping the fuzzy t-shirt on, you trekked out to see the Natasha and Wanda wrestling and laughing on the bed, making you playfully roll your y/e/c, alluring eyes.

Before you could pull open a the oak door, a raspy voice sounded.

"Hey where are you going dekta?" Natasha asked.

"Um I'm just going to the kitchen?"

"Stay with us please! We can cuddle?" Wanda tried her best to get you to stay, they wanted you at all times, plus they didn't want you to run into Carol.

"But I'm really hungry, I also need to go talk to the group about the revist." you visibly cringed at the thought of talking to Carol especially after finding out what she had done to sabotage the tough relationship you had sustained between the two redheads.

"N-uh" The Ex-spy tutted while shaking her head no, still straddling the witches hips. "I talked to Fury and convinced him to switch Carol over with Wanda, since he owns me a few favours, and I can grab food for the three of us."

"Really, Wanda is coming with me ?!" You squealed out in excitement.

"Yes, hunny" Wanda confirmed.

"Ah, Thank you!" You ran to the bed and threw yourself into your lovers.

Warm arms developed you into a tight embrace, humming at that pleasurable feeling that shot down your spine, your stomach grumbled filling the comfortable silence.

"Okay that's my sign to go get food" Nat chuckled while getting up. You and Wanda whined at the loss of her but quickly tangled up in each other trying to find the warmth that you both so desperately sought out.

Once that warmth finally returned, you let out a deep content sigh.

"Wanda, we have to go in three hours, are you sure your ready?"

"Yes sweetheart, I tried harder in training so when we got you back I would be the most obvious choice over Carol for the mission" Wanda explained pulling you more closer possessively. You were so thankful that Wanda was powered, before the whole false cheating scenario Wanda wasn't as powerful as she is now clearly over powering Carol. Since fury need a powered Avenger on this mission to overpower any inhumans that may go haywire.

"Okay, I just want to make sure that you would be safe" you replied back.

"I will, how about you try go back to sleep I will be here when you wake up baby" you nodded, your head against the witches neck. Soon you close your eyes and fell into peaceful slumber.

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The sound of plates being set down Awoke you from your light nap.

"I'm sorry dekta, but I have food!" Natasha said as she passed one of the plates to Wanda then another to you. Your mouth watered from the sight and smell of beautiful pancakes, You grabbed your knife and fork and dug right in, moaning at the taste.

"Is it good?" Nat asked, you answered by aggressively nodding your head yes.

The redhead head gave you that warm smile that you missed so dearly, that action of hers made your heart flutter. You gobbled up the rest of the plate, finishing every bite letting out a satisfied hum.

Wanda and Natasha soon finished there food. The witch got up and took each of your plates and headed down to the kitchen leaving both of with a caring kiss on the cheek.

Nat had a idea spring into mind, she wanted you right now, she was getting impatient from waiting so long. She pulled your form into a straddling position, each leg in-trapped her right thigh, hands firmly holding your waist, she leaned back on to headboard.

"Natasha what are you doing?"

"Shhh it's okay detka just trust me" the redhead whispered, moving you against her beefy thigh, you grabbed her arms letting out a small moan. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss her in a sexual way, you loved when her animalistic grunts and moans boomed across the room as she pounded away at you or when she filled you to the brim with her hot loads of cum.

The woman beneath you let out low grunts at the simulation of your knee rubbing against her clothed cock making her grind your hips harder down, making you moan.

"Natty" you stated quitely that hot feeling heating up more at your core.

Her eyes shot up from your clothed core, locking in with yours.

"What did you just call me?" She asked in shock, a hint of happiness laid in her tone, moving you faster.

"Natty" you moaned out at the increase of speed.

Her heart lit up in glee at the confirmed name, you only called her 'Natty' and Wanda 'Wands" when completely on good terms with them, after agurments it took you a while to start calling them the sweet Nicknames again. She was absolutely dumbfounded by how quick you came around. Her left hand came up to the back of your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss filled with loved and passion. Only pulling away when you started gasping for air, a cat like grin spreaded across her face.

"Natasha Romanoff" you said in a serious tone looking straight into her eyes, making her movements come to a halt.

"Yes, dekta?" Her tone of voice came out unsure.

"I have a mission, I can't go out if you give me jelly legs because you decided to destroy me, I promise you we can have sex when I get back from the revist, plus Wands isn't here that not very fair is it" You said while giving her a cheeky look.

"But I miss you, I miss you so much" she answered back, putting her face in the crook of your soft neck, pulling you into an embrace that you happily returned.

"I miss you to but you don't have to wait that long" you tried to make her feel better, holding the avenger in her more vulnerable state.

"Promise?" She inquired.

"Promise Natty"

Your head whipped around to the door as it slowly opened.

"It's just me" The witch reassured you.

"Wands!" You shouted out happy to see one of your loves. Nat met Wanda's shocked gaze laughing at the face she was making.

"What? Wait what did you just call me?" She questioned.

"Wands?" You were clearly confused. A big smile now present on her face as she made her way to the bed to snuggle up against Nat.

"How about we watch some netflix, mabye y/f/s" asked wanda.

"Yes!" You cheerfully called out. Nat re-positioned you so that you were in between her legs laid back against her front, her strong but careful hands arms wrapped your waist, Wanda cuddle into both of your sides, holding your hand.

Once set and comfortable you grabbed the sleek remote, opened Netflix and selected y/f/s, happy to be in presence of your two girlfriends.

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Time flew by fast, you three were only broken out of the hypnotic trance the tv pulled you into by F.R.I.D.A.Y speaking through the speakers.

"Agent Y/l/n and Miss Maxioff, Director Fury would like you down at the quinjet bay in 15 minutes".

"Okay, thank you F.R.I.DA.Y" You replied back to the AI.

You wined as you crawled off the bed, almost screaming at the realization that your mission suit was in Yours and Carol's room.

"Guy's, my suit is with Carol." You sheepishly said turning back, hands on knees, to meet there eye's. Once your words hit them those love filled pupils turned pools of frustration. They really didn't want you near that 'bitch'.

"You can go get it dekta but we're coming with you" Nat announced, eyes dark.

"Okay, Thank you!" You ushered out, getting off the bed and onto your feet, clearly in a rush.

You looked back to see your two redheads still lying there. There's eyes darting from you back to each to each other's gaze, a mischievous look on both there faces.

"please can we hurry? " you asked hoping to get a reaction from the women.

But they just continued staring at each other, still that stupid look on there face. You were confused, the only conclusion you could come up with was that Wanda was using her powers to communicate with Natasha mentally.

'We should, I think it we be a good idea' Wanda agreed with Nat.

'Okay, witch' she teased, making wands chuckle.

Both soon joined your standing form, each beside you.

"Umm okay why are you so quite?" You whimpered out, sightly threaten by their eyes which burned into you.

All the sudden two pair of lips crashed down either side of your neck, roughly sucking and nipping, you moaned at the sudden sensation.

"Guys" you tried to warn them but it only came out quite.

Slightly they upped there aggressiveness against your smooth skin, wanting to leave dark hickeys for Carol to see, causing you to wince slightly. Around 30 seconds later the two redheads finally unlatched off your poor skin, steping back to analyse there masterpiece. Two huge angry, redish-purple marks showed on your skin, both made noise of approval and Nat handed you the spare hair band on her wrist.

"Here dekta, put your hair up" she said so softly causing your stomach to erupt with butterfly's. They wanted everyone to see the marks they had inflicted on you, they couldn't risk your hair covering them. Taking the hair band, you pulled your sliky hair into a high ponytail leaving two sections of hair at the front.

"Thanks Natty" you smiled at her.

"No problem, let's go get your suit". Nat replied. You grabbed both hands of your lovers and made your out the door and down the hall.

"We'll stay outside" they did not want to go near her "If anything happends just call us and we'll coming run" Wanda stated.

"Okay, thanks guys!" Their words ressured you since Carol can get very possessive at times. You stole one last kiss from each women either side of you guarded you like a it was a life and death situation.

You Knocked.

No response.

Knocked again.

No response. You placed your hand on the cold steal handle and hesitating at first, you soon opened the door. Upon entering you found Carol curled up on your and her's her bed fast asleep, in a large hoodie and shorts, hugging your old pillow tightly. As you moved closer to her sleeping frame your noticed the tear stains on her red cheeks.

Strangely no love rose when you saw her just pure hatred for her.

she did this to you.

She put everyone in this situation.

It's her fault.

You quickly walked to the closet and grabbed all your clothes, including your suit and stuffed it into your lagre backpack, which you found laying on the floor and threw it over your shoulder.

Happy that you had got every item of clothing back, you rushed out the closet and into the room. Every thing was going smooth until the closet door slammed shut.'Shit' you thought to yourself, you didn't mean to use that much strength.

She started stirring as you stood there in pure fear.

"Y/n/n?" She questioned out loud, but you kept your mouth shut, hoping she would go back to sleep. "Baby?" She asked again rubbing her eyes and sitting up, her vision was a bit blurry but soon her eyes adjusted and she saw you.

"Y/n!" she sprung off the bed and ran to you, pulling you into a tight hug, your head landing right on her chest.

Nat and Wanda heard the blonde scream out your name in excitement. The two women bodies boiled with anger. Both decided to peak through the little crack the door made from you not shutting it fully.

"My princess I missed you, so much, I was worried sick all night!" She pulled away at looked down at you, noticing your hickeys.

"Did they hurt you more? Are you okay? What happened? Did you-" She stopped as she noticed tears roll down your cheeks. These tears aren't sadness, no these were tears of fustration and anger. How could someone that you loved so much do this this to you.

"Hey, princess what's wrong?" she asked with a love filled tone. Both her hands now cupping your cheeks wiping away your tears.

"Carol" you paused, her heartbeat picks up at the lost of the nickname 'Care bare'.

"I want to break up, I know what you did, Carol you accused me for cheating, you did all this, you're the reason I got hurt" Your voice laced so much anger.

Everything stopped as soon as you finished your sentence, her heart plunged In to the depths of her body. It was like time froze only to be replaced with true terror, she felt truly sick to her stomach, her head becoming dizzy. The world started spinning.

"No..." She whispered hands falling besides her body.

"No" a increase In her tone appear, tears now swelling up in her eyes.

"No" she shook her head, trying to deny this brutal reality.

"No no no no" she held her head like she was going crazy, almost shouting at you.

"Carol I have to-" You were cut of by the blonde.

"No! Your not going anywhere!" She shouted at you. Her tears now free falling, noticing that you had flinched at her big reaction, she tried to calm herself down.

Taking a big breath she shut her eyes and ran through her opinions. She knew she had to get you back.

Her hands came up to your face, once again cupping your cheeks. She looked you dead in the eyes and started..

"Y/n, baby your just having a bad day, you need me, you love me, I love you so much baby please don't go, don't I make you feel good?, we can work this out together, please I love you so much, what can I do baby so you don't go?, please..." She started sobbing when she ended her devotion of love to you.

You really just wanted this done with, you didn't love her anymore.

"Carol.."

"Please... I'll make you feel good"

"Carol" you said firmly.

"Please, y/n I love you so much! " she begged.

"Carol, I don't love you anymore, stop this".

Carol wasn't giving up this easily. In her mind it was universe laws for you two to be together.

She crashed her lips into yours, you tried to pull away but her grip on your face was to strong.

Carol suddenly flew back, Red mist surrounding her body.

"She ours" Natasha said in a dark tone, storming in with the witch behind her, magic surrounding her hand. The ex- assassin wrapped her arm around your waist, leading you out the room.

With a flick of Wanda wrist the blonde was silenced and pain started surging throughout her body.

"Are you okay, dekta?" she asked as she led you back to your room.

"Yes, Natty" you gave her a kind, ressuring smile.

She kindly opened the door and delicately sat you on the bed and got your mission suit out for your bag.

"Here you go dekta" she said in the warmest tone, handing you the. In your two girlfriends eyes you were strong but sensitive soul, knowing that you don't like being shouted out from past traumatic experiences. When you didn't respond but just continued staring into the distance Natasha started to get worried.

"Dekta?" Her hand on now your shoulder, breaking you out of the small trance.

"Yeah?" You questioned, now looking her at.

"Are you okay love?" Her concern building up.

"Yeah Natty" takng the suit and standing up to get dress.

Wanda finally came in gentley shuting the door.

"Hi love's" she announced.

"Hi baby" Natasha replied.

Wanda went to the closet and grabbed her mission suit, joining you, changing into it.

When done you grabbed Natasha with all you might and pulled her into a big hug.

"Bye Natty I love you so much" you said, so much Kindness in your voice. Before she could even speak you stood up on your tiptoes and smashed your lips into hers shoving your tounge to her mouth. A moan escaped her lips which you happily swallowed, before she could deepen the kiss you pulled away with a dumb smirk on your face. Quickly moving a hand down to her crotch grabbing it, you narrowed your eyes and met her gaze.

"Mabye you can use this on me later ?" You asked in seductive tone, then you pulled away, going to find your shield badge. She was shocked at your boldness usally it was her or Wanda who made the first move never you. The witch pulled Natasha out her shock induced trance with a peck to the lips and a tight hug.

"Bye nat, love you" Wanda pressed a warm kiss onto her check before going to your waiting form, grabbing your hand and interlocking fingers.

"Bye guys I love you too" Nat blowed a kiss over to you guys.

"Bye Natasha, we will be home soon" Wanda smiled, so did you.

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You and Wanda finally reached the quintet bay after passing through large marble hallways, many public sitting rooms, the Avengers library and a few elevators, during all of this Wanda never let go of your hand.

Stepping out side you took a deep breath of air, basking in the feeling of freshness. Taking in all the beautiful scenery that you passed, sometimes you even wondered how you ended up here, The compound was truly a breathtaking place, you were especially lucky that you got to live here.

Finally reaching the steps of the bay, you breath hitched In your throat, anxiety building up in your stomach.

"Ah My favorite agent and My favorite sorcerer, Maxioff, welcome" Fury greeted you and your girlfriend. A smile spread across you face at the mans comment, helping ease your nerves.

He was like a dad to you, he took you under his wing once finding you all black and blue from the hands of Hydra.

"I hope you have a safe journey there and back" the director told you.

"Thank you" Wanda gleamed at the man before her.

Before you could even register what was going on she was dragging you into the quinjet.

Your whole day lighten up when seeing Maria sitting up at the control panel for flying the jet.

"Mia!" You sprinted up behind her chair wrapping your arms around her neck, pushing the side of your face into hers.

"Hi y/n/n! how are you?" She asked, moving her hands up to hold your arms, happy to see you.

"Good just a bit nervous, you? " you laughed out.

"Aww you'll be alright I promise and I'm okay thank you" she responsed trying to comfort you. Wanda watch this scene unfold In front of her with a cold glare. She didn't mind Maria at all, she was good friends with her but she just wished that your attention would be on her right now. You walked back to Wanda leaving maira to prepare for take off, not wanting g to distract her further.

Seeing that she had sat down you moved to sit next to her only to be blocked by her hand and a disproving tut.

"Sit here instead sweetheart" Wanda demanded patting her lap. She craved your touch constantly. To her it was like a precious drug that was heavily addicting. Humming in acknowledgment you plopped yourself down on her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck, digging your face into the crook of her neck. As soon you were situated she wrapped her arms around your body.

"Ready, guys?" Maria's questioned.

"Yes" Wanda answered.

Maria pressed the start button for the engine. You felt the grumbling from the jet, your heart was pounding, you really did hope that you wouldn't fail this time, but with Wanda but your side you felt more confident.

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Hiii sorry this took so long!

Pt. 3 here

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Stubborn to a fault- David Rossi.

Summary: You try to continue working when you’re ill, Davi isn’t having any of it and takes care of you.

Prompts: ‘shh, it’s okay. Get everything out.’ ‘Will you carry me?’

Warnings: Sick!reader, overworking, disregard for own health, vomit, crying, undressing.

Pairing: David Rossi x sick!reader.

Word count: 1,520.

Bella: Beautiful.

Dolcezza: Sweetness.

The number of files on my pile was slowly going down, I didn't have many left anymore. I was determined to get them all done before I left for the night. I held my hand tight around my stomach as I fought to focus on the work in front of me rather than the cramps and rolling waves of nausea.

"See you later Y/N." I smiled up at Emily, giving her a slight wave as I hid my discomfort. I was left alone in the bullpen, lights dimmed and closed off from Hotch and Rossi as they worked away in their offices. The clock seemed to slow down until minutes felt like hours, and all the while the pain worsened. My hands shook as I wrote, making it impossible to finish my report.

"You look terrible." I jumped out of my trance as David's voice came from beside me. I glared up at him halfheartedly, slightly offended despite it being the truth.

"Thank you," I deadpanned, smiling grimly. "Is it any wonder you've had three wives?"

"Ouch," his hand clutched at his chest in faux pain. "I guess I deserved that, huh?"

"Sorry, that was harsh." Rubbing my hands over my face. "I'm a little under the weather."

"Hmm, I can see that." I smiled tiredly at him as he crouched beside my desk. "Why don't we get you home?"

"No, it's okay, I've got too much to do. I'll go home when I'm finished." Turning back to my desk I grabbed my pen, only to be stopped by a warm, calloused hand covering my own. My eyes met his for a moment before I let out a heavy sigh.

"Y/N, that can wait for now. You're not well and you need rest. Your complexion enough is scaring me and paired with the stomach pains and shaking is more than enough to allow yourself time off." Pulling the pen from my grip, he set it on the desk and put my phone in my bag before slinging it over his shoulder. "Come on, ill drive you home." He caught Hotch's gaze from the office and motioned that he was taking me as I stood from the chair, holding his arm for support.

"Fine, but not because you told me." I countered. "Because I want to." Ignoring the spinning of my head, we walked to the car park, his hand holding my waist so I didn't fall. After buckling me in, David began the drive home.

"You know, you're too stubborn for your own good." He commented, eyes flickering from the road to me and back.

"I know I'm behind on my files and Strauss will rip into Aaron about it. I thought if I could get the done now then my reward would be having the weekend off ill." The sickness persisted as the motion of the car irritated my stomach.

"That's not how this works, you resting when you're ill isn't a reward it's a necessity. And if you'd spoken to Aaron then he would have given you time off without any questions asked. He would've dealt with Strauss." His voice was gentle and soothing, calming me as my anxiety rose.

"I just didn't want to put more pressure on him, he's dealing with enough with Jack." I shrugged off the conversation, brow furrowing as I watched the streets pass. "Rossi, this isn't the way to my house."

"I know," He chuckled. "Do you really think I'm going to leave you alone when you're ill? I don't think so, we're going to my place so I can take care of you." My heart melted in my chest at his words and I settled back in my seat for the rest of the ride.

"Y/N, we're here." My eyes fluttered open at his voice and it dawned on me I had dozed off. "Come on, let's get you in the warmth." He leant over me through the now open door and unbuckled me, helping me out carefully. The churning in my stomach picked up once more as we walked to the house. I stood stiller than ever as Rossi wandered around, putting our jackets away and my bag on the table. I knew how awkward I must look but I was scared of ruining something.

"David," my voice was barely a whisper as a wave of nausea and heat rocked my body. "David." I let my voice get a little louder, catching his attention as my mouth started to water and my heart pounded against my ribs. Dark, whiskey eyes met my own and widened in realisation as he took in my panicked voice and pasty face. His hands gripped my waist as he rushed us towards the bathroom, speeding up slightly when I slapped my hand over my mouth.

I spluttered around my hand as we made it to the bathroom just in time. I fell to my knees as my body hurled its contents up. Cramps wracked my body as I threw up, grimacing at the sound it made. The waves of vomiting interrupted the groans of pain and discomfort mixed with sobs.

"Shhh, it's okay. Get everything out, Dolcezza." David muttered as he rubbed my back, keeping my hair away from my face. My body slumped after a while, energy depleted as I dry retched, having nothing left the bring up.

"I'm sorry," I cried, letting him pull me back against his chest. "I'm really sorry." Guilt crept up o me; feeling awful for throwing up at his house when I was a guest.

"It's okay, Bella, you can't help being ill." He was so gentle and understanding, just holding me as I settled down. "You don't need to be sorry." Closing my eyes, I waited for the room to stop sinning, focusing on the warm hands that rubbed my arms. After a few minutes, he manoeuvred me to rest against the bathtub before grabbing a brand-new toothbrush as I struggled to keep my eyes open. "Here Dolcezza let's get you cleaned up. Brush your teeth and we can get you rested up." Grabbing the toothbrush from his hand, I sleepily did as he said, letting him wipe my face with a warm cloth afterwards.

"Now, let's get you to bed, Bella." I smiled at him tiredly, brushing my fingers over his cheek gently.

"You're too sweet to me." Exhaustion was quickly taking over, making me giddy and seem almost drunk. "Will you carry me?" His chuckle made my head feel a little lighter, despite the fever that was beginning to take over. Without hesitation, strong arms picked me up and I looped my arms around his neck, head falling on his shoulder. I let out a sigh of relief as the cold sheets met my skin but the feeling didn't last long as they warmed up under me.

"It's okay, we'll get you cooled off." Rossi's face came into focus as he sat on the edge of his bed, a glass of water in one hand and a bowl of water in the other. "Take a few sips of this, slowly, don't want you throwing up again." My head seemed fuzzy as I drank with shaking hands, grimacing at the sweat that seemed to pour off me.

"Want this off." Pulling at my jumper, huffing as my hands got stuck in the sleeves. "Need it. I can't get it," frustration built up, soon turning to tears which were common when I was ill.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," David rushed back over, placing a clean washcloth beside the bowl on the bedside table. "Calm down, Bella, let me help." The jumper was quickly removed, the air on my dampened skin feeling almost icy. "Lie down, you have to rest."

"Don't wanna make a mess of your room." Words began to slur together as exhaustion took over but he seemed to understand clearly enough. "Don't wanna ruin anything, David." I yanked off my trousers, the fabric feeling like knives against my skin, kicking off my shoes as I threw myself back against the pillows

"you don't need to worry, things can be cleaned." He soothed me, reorganising the pillows so I could lay comfortably and folding my discarded clothes before pulling a soft, light blanket over my waist. If it wasn't for the fever delirium then I would have been mortified id stripped in front of my boss but I couldn't collect any thoughts at the moment.

"M'Kay," I sprawled against the bed grateful for the breeze from the open window. I let out a moan of appreciation as a damp, cold cloth wiped over my skin, settling at the base of my neck. "You're an angel, David, my sweet angel." My voice quietened as I began to nod off. "Stay with me?" The vulnerability pushed through my sleepiness.

"Of course, Dolcezza, I'll be right here when you wake up." My lips curled into a soft smile as he kissed my head, smoothing down my hair. I threw my arm over his waist, burying my head into the gap between the pillows and his side. "Sleep well, Bella."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mise en Place 3

Warnings: noncon, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: thanks all for reading and I hope you’re excited for this one. All feedback is more than welcome and loved and appreciated. Reblogs are most helpful.

Part of The Club AU

The night wears on as you go back to your usual tasks. You tend to the messes made around the dancefloor by careless dancers and retreat now and then back to the kitchen to try to catch up on dishes. Each time you flit in and out, you see Thor wrapped up in his work, smiling, mixing, and chatting. And each time, he sees you, his blue eyes never failing to find yours.

As you take some empties to the bins, the kitchen door bursts open. Sonny’s cleaning up, the kitchen closed as midnight recedes. He glances up at the woman who barges in as you do the same. She’s seething as she slams the tall bottle of vodka on the corner of the counter.

“Ugh, I’m sorry,” she shakes a few droplets from her hand. You know her, she’s the other bartender. You notice how her shirt is torn above her cleavage and rolled at the bottom; not her usual look. “I just need a minute.”

She turns and pushes into the storage room. You share a look with Sonny and he shrugs. It’s not entirely unknown to witness a breakdown around here. You’re only surprised that you’ve not yet been the star of that show. Maybe if you were more than a cleaner, you might.

Just a moment later, the door swings open again. Loki strides through without a word, his head swiveling back and forth. You stare at the storage with a frown. He takes note of your focal point and dips through the door.

“Hard to please, that one,” Sonny comments as he wipes up the counter, “well, harder for the pretty girls.”

He dumps the cloth in the bin of used linen. You bite your lip and turn back to the sink. He’s done for the night, always the first one gone. You’ll finish up with the rest and shut everything down once last call comes.

Sonny throws his apron in with the laundry and grabs his jacket. He wishes you a goodnight as you spray clean a square plate. You yawn, worn out by a hectic night.

The noise of the club thrums and carries away your thoughts. You often zone out as your ear plugs muffle the wall of sound to a droning hum. All alone, you float away to your own world, your hands working out of habit.

You’re only drawn back to the present as the storage room door opens again. The woman marches out without looking back. You barely see her face before she disappears through the next door. You can tell by her posture that she’s unhappy.

You gulp but before you can refocus, another emerges. It’s Loki. He has a smirk on his lips as he buckles his belt. He sees you and winks before leaving, with less much expedience than the woman.

You feel strange about it. Something’s not right. You shake your head and carry on. What can you do, you’re just a cleaner.

Last call flashes on the other side of the door. You’re almost done your work. The last of it will be saved for tomorrow before opening. You’re already miles ahead of yourself, daydreaming of curling up in your bed.

You take out your earplugs as the music dies. The crowd buzzes as you hear them being directed to leave. Closing time always has an eerie feel. You check that stoves are all off and as you turn, you flinch.

Thor surprises you as he stands by the door, watching you. He has a rather colourful drink in his hand; an ombre of pink, orange, and yellow. You blink at him quizzically.

“Oh, hi,” you eke out, “everything okay?”

“Yes, of course, fawn,” he nears the island, reaching over to put it right before you, “a thank you.”

“Um, er, wow, you didn’t… have to?” You utter thinly and force a smile, “I’m sorry, I, er, don’t drink.”

“You… don’t drink?” He wonders.

“No, I… I don’t really like the taste,” you push your shoulders up, “it’s so nice of you to offer. Geez, I… I feel bad.”

“Don’t,” he grins and slides the glass back to him, “gimme a minute.”

You nod, confused, and stay as you are. You watch the door as he leaves and you waver anxiously as you lean on the counter. Your bag is in the coatroom with everyone else’s stuff. You should already be on your way out.

Before you can commit to the thought, Thor returns. 

“I remade you a virgin,” he proclaims, “no vodka.”

“What? You didn’t—”

“Please,” he insists as he places it before you, “you earned it.”

“Um, thanks, but, er, I should head home,” you utter as he watches you. You see the twitch in his cheek and the hope sparkling in his blue eyes, “It’s so pretty but…erm, I guess…”

You take the glass and admire the colours. You hate to waste his effort. Twice. If you were going to leave, you should’ve done so five minutes ago. You hover your lips above the brim and smell the sweet aroma. You take a dainty sip, a mixture of citrus and sweetness staining your tongue.

You hum and smile over the glass.

“It’s very good,” you say, “thanks. Um, I wish I could’ve helped more.”

“You helped plenty,” he assures you as he slowly comes around the island, “you did well, Very well.”

“I tried,” you shrug and take another drink, “um, do you… are they getting another bartender?”

“Not very sure. It seems my brother does enjoy chasing away his own staff,” he leans his elbow on the island, standing close, “hopefully not you though.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’ve never really… talked to him,” you cup the glass between two hands, “so…”

“If I might give you some advice, try not to,” Thor grins, “he is not fond of the sweet ones.”

“Um, okay,” you laugh nervously.

“Not to be too forward,” he chuckles at himself and rubs his neck, “I just… you are very sweet, is all. I just… obviously, I think so and–” he pushes himself straight as he stammers, “well, fawn, I’d just hate to see you go.”

He lifts his hand from the countertop and you wince. He pats your head and you furrow your brow in confusion. He seems to realise the awkwardness of the gesture and retracts his arm.

“I’ll see you around. Tomorrow,” he points at you as he backs away, “yes?”

“Uh huh, I work,” you confirm, “bye?”

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Maybe There’s a God Above: Priest!Bo Sinclair x nun!reader

Warnings: Manipulation, PinV, fingering, eating out, Catholicism, sex between a priest and nun, whatever all of those blasphemy words are and stuff.

A/N: ooooo I liked doing this one!!!

Day 5 of Haunted Hoedown

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“Are you almost done?”

You look up from the blanket you are knitting and stare at Sister Jane.

“For today yes, I should be done tomorrow though.” You explain. You had been working on this blanket for weeks to give to a homeless shelter a few miles into the city. Everyone else had already finished theirs but yours took you a bit longer as you were new at this. Normally you’d never be put on duty for this but after Sister Anne had retired you were bumped up a spot.

“Okay, just reminding you that Father Bo needs to speak with you. Then you need to wash up for dinner.” Sister Jane says before leaving the room. You nod your head and set down all of your stuff before making your way down the corridors and across the church to Father Bo’s office. Honestly you wonder what he could want from you. You’d wondered it all morning when he came in during breakfast asking.

Father Bo made you nervous, you didn’t really know why. Well, you acted like you didn’t know why. You knew and God knew why and it was because you fantasized about being with him, about him kissing you and treating you so well and it really wasn’t your fault. He was handsome. More than handsome!

Honestly you felt like God was testing you.

Father Bo sits at his desk writing when you come in meekly. The door was already open so you give the frame a small knock making him look up from his paper. He smiles and your knees almost buckle. Father Bo stands up and walks around his desk, leaning on the edge of it. His arms cross.

“Evenin’, I just wanted to check in on you Sister. You seem to have avoided confession for the last few weeks. I’m hoping you’re doin’ alright. Was also wonderin’ why that is.”

You frown and look down so full of shame. You avoided it because you wanted to avoid him. He couldn’t tell or judge a soul when it came to confessions. But telling the source about your feelings towards him made you feel even dirtier than having the feelings.

“Hey, there’s no shame. I’m just concerned is all.”

Father Bo’s voice is gentle, it lures you in like a siren lures in a sailor.

“Just haven’t been feelin’ myself Father. I thought I could just tell God about it this time.”

What level of Hell does someone get sent to for lying to a priest?

“Ah, okay. Well you’ve been dealin’ with it for a long time. So, why don’t you come confess tonight. I’m sure it’ll take some weight off your shoulders.”

You let out a breath and close your eyes. “..Okay. I will Father. Before bed.”

“Sounds good. Now why don’t we head to dinner.”

You turn around and Father Bo follows after you. You feel his hand on your shoulder as the two of you walk towards the dinning hall. Your chest hurts and you keep looking at his large hands. Then you watch as it disappears and goes to your backside when you enter the hall.

It’s almost silent, just small whispers and talking about the next Mass and charity events that are coming up.

You sit in your seat seeing as a plate was already set for you and watch as Father Bo goes into the kitchen to get his food. You look down and begin eating quickly, your chest hurting from how fast you’re swallowing you food. You sip on your water and feel as those all of your Sisters are staring at you. But when you look up, they aren’t.

Sister Jane nudges you lightly. “What did he need to talk to you about?” She whispers, you turn towards her and frown.

“I hadn’t been going to confession the last few weeks. He’s askin’ me to go tonight. Said it’ll help lift a weight off my shoulder.” You explain, she nods her head.

“He’s right, you should. I’m not gonna ask why you haven’t been goin’ but k think you should. You seem to be too lost in thought recently and I know it ain’t cause of God.”

You nod your head in agreement and she rubs your shoulder before getting up and grabbing her plate along with the other sisters’ plates in her row. You eat in absolute silence after that.

-

The halls are silent as you walk down them. Your mind is racing on how you’d even confront the situation.

You could confess everything but your crush on Father Bo. But what if he catches on? No he wouldn’t, he can’t pressure you to confess, can he?

The chapel is dark other than a few candles lit up near the alter and the confessional booth. Father Bo comes out from the door, he looks at you and smiles genuinely.

“Come in.”

Father Bo opens the door for you, you go in and sit in one of the chairs. The priest goes behind the curtain and sits, your hands come together in prayer. He holds a rosary.

“In the name of The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit.”

You mimic the silhouette of Bo and do the sign of the cross.

“Whenever you’re ready.” He says, you nod your head, not knowing whether he can see you in the lamp’s light or not.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was uh…” You think for a second, how long had it been? “6 weeks ago.” You whisper. Oh this was bad, how did you even become a nun in the first place. You’re horrible. Horrible. Horrible.

“Sister?”

You look up. “Sorry, I’d like to ask for forgiveness for not going to confession, for-for staying up late, unable to sleep and for developing feelings for someone when I know I cannot marry.” You let out a shaky breath and lean into your folded hands. “This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all of my sins.” A small sob escapes your throat.

“I ask you do three Hail Mary’s and that you come to my office tomorrow to help me with some things.” Bo says. You nod your head.

You whisper The Act of Contrition and afterwards Bo says the prayer of Absolution to you. You two make the sign of the cross and head out of the booth.

“12 pm tomorrow.”

You nod and sniffle. He gives you a half smile.

“It’s okay, you’ve been forgiven.”

-

Just like the day before, you knock lightly on the frame of the door to alert Bo.

“Afternoon, go ahead and shut the door.”

You nod and do as you’re told, stepping into the room and shutting the door quietly behind you.

“Bring that bench over here.” He points. You furrow your eyebrows but again, you listen. You drag the bench to the middle of the room wondering why he wants you to do this.

You stand up straight and Father Bo is directly behind you making you yelp when he speaks. “I’d like to ask you who these feelin’s you developed are for.”

His voice is raspy, your breath hitches and you close your eyes.

“I cannot say Father.”

“Oh but I think you can.”

You turn and look at him, your eyes reading fear and his eyes clearly eating that fear up. Being obedient you answer. “Y-you.”

He hums. “Good, for your penance I need you to go ahead and take off your panties for me.”

You open your mouth, trying to muster up the words to ask him if this is what God told him to do. But none come to mind.

You reach up your dress and pull them down, they’re slightly soaked and you frown. Father Bo takes them from you and pockets them.

“Lift your dress up and sit.”

You get on the bench and do just that. Father and takes his foot and kicks your legs apart, your hairy mound comes into view, he smirks and kneels. His tongue goes directly to your clit and you arch your back grabbing his hair.

“Father! We-we can’t!” You whine.

“It’s okay, nothing is going in you so it doesn’t count.”

Was that the rule?

Your thoughts scramble as he licks and sucks your clit. His hands keeping your thighs apart. Your thighs still shake and spasm as he finds your favorite spot.

You let out a small moan and listen to the wet noises coming from Father Bo making out with your cunt.

He groans and stops for a second, the bottom of his face is wet with you. “You taste divine.” He says, your face heats up and you look away. “No.” He sticks a thick digit in you and you gasp. “Look at me.”You look down and he’s smirking. “It’s okay because I haven’t stuck my cock in you. We just have to make sure you’re repenting correctly.”

Father Bo curls his fingers, you let out a high pitched moan and goes down again on you, sucking and kissing your clit aggressively.

You feel a cramp in you that you’ve never felt before and let out something between a gargle and whine making Bo work faster. Your thighs sweat and shake, then you fall over the edge. White flashes behind your eyes as you cum. High pitched squeals come from your throat and Bo works you through your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks then clean.

“I need one more thing from you.”

You look at Father Bo hazily, he’s unbuckling his belt and unzipping his black pants.

His large hand gently pushes you back onto the bench. Every holy part of you wants to resist. Unfortunately the lust seems to take over and you allow him to slowly slide into you.

“It’s okay, cause we’re practically saints, at least.. you are.”

You nod and feel how he stretches your pussy out. He leans down and kisses your lips, they taste just like you.

“Father-“

He shushes you. You whine.

“Feel good.” You whisper, he kisses your cheek and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into you.

“That’s good, it’s supposed to. It’s how you know it’s working. This is your penance after all.”

His cock moves in and out of you making both of you groan and moan about how good it feels.

You grab his hand and move it to your breast, he takes no time and gropes it. You lean up and kiss Father Bo’s soft lips. He thrusts harder. “Have you said your-“ he groans “three Hail Mary’s yet?” He asks, grunting and licking your neck. You shake your head.

“Go ahead. Say it and you’ll be forgiven.”

“Hail Mary- Full of… Grace!” You buck up into him feeling the same knot forming in your stomach again. “The Lord is with thee- ah~. Blessed art thou among women and blessed it the fruit of thy Womb, JESUS!” Tears fall down your cheeks as he hits a special spot inside of you.

“Come on, not even done with the first one. Can’t cum until you say all of them.”

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

You whine and buck into him as he slows down, you know he’s about to cum himself.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” You slur, your tongue feels like nothing in your mouth. Still you try and say it again one more time, feeling as Father Bo moves his hand between your legs and rubs for clit as he fucks into you.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace.. oh please.. the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Gonna cum, please gather let me cum!” You beg looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. He smiles.

“Just finish it for me.”

“Holy Mary Mother of God, mmgh… pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen!”

He thrusts into you a few more times and you cum around his cock. Quickly he pulls out and cums on your mound. The cum laying on your hair.

He kisses you one more time before getting up and adjusting himself. You lay there looking at him. “My-“

“Keepin’ these.” He pats his pocket.

You nod and sit up, your dress falls over your cum soaked cunt and you look at Father Bo.

“I’ll tell you when you come back. Don’t think this is a one time thing.”

“Yes Father.”

You get up and he kisses your head, then makes sure you’re adjusted before you head out the door to do your daily duties.

[imaginecolby]

i got you || c.b.

summary: when colby has a little too much to drink, you spend the evening taking care of him.

colby wasn’t normally a messy drunk. he’d learned his limits pretty quick after a couple of run ins with people that he knew he shouldn’t have been messing with. that was more than enough encouragement for cutting himself off when he knew he’d had too much.

however, tonight was a different story. he’d been significantly stressed out about work. he and sam had taken on a much heavier work load than what they were normally used to. filming, editing, and traveling was beginning to hit him like a freight train. all of that on top of creator events they were being invited to, he felt like he needed a year long break. 

you were sitting in the office with him, across the room on the couch reading a book. he was at his desk finishing up his portion of editing for the most recent video he and sam had filmed.

after a few hours of silence, colby let out a loud groan, startling you and pulling you out of your reading state.

“you okay?” you asked, looking up from the page.

“yes. i’m finally done.” he said. you set your book down and watched as he stood up from his chest and stretched out, cracking a few bones in his back. he walked over to the couch and you held out your arms as he crawled into your lap. he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and rested his head on your stomach. you lied there with him playing with his hair and rubbing his back for a little bit.

“so, what do we wanna do tonight?” you asked him.

“i wanna go out, just you and me. it’s been a while since we’ve had a proper date night.”

“mmm, that sounds good.” you said with a smile. he picked his head up and rested his chin on your chest.

“perfect.” 

since it was getting close to dinner time, you and colby both showered and started getting ready. accidentally coordinating your outfits, which was actually pretty common in the years you’d been together, you snapped a couple of pictures with each other before heading out. 

still having just moved to las vegas, there were still some places left for you to find. you drove to an area you were pretty familiar with, and came across a cute little restaurant that you hadn’t been to yet.

looking up the menu before going inside, you agreed to try it. the food ended up being amazing, as well as the ambiance. you and colby ended up spending a few hours there, ordering multiple drinks and appetizers, in addition to your entrees.

after dinner, you decided to walk to a bar that was down the street. it was one that you’d been to before, and remembered liking. neither of you was ready to head back home, so you decided on a few more drinks instead. 

at the bar, you’d been nursing a second cocktail for a decent amount of time, while colby had already taken a few shots, as well as his usual drinks. 

“do you need to talk about something? you’re throwing those back really fast.” you asked as he’d downed a fifth shot.

“i’ve just been so stressed with work, i need something to help me let loose.”

“we could’ve just stayed home and had sex if all you needed to do was let loose.” you teased.

“who says that’s off the table?” he asked, raising a brow at you. he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your lips. you pulled away and laughed, rolling your eyes. he was getting bold, and you knew he was close to the point where he needed to be cut off. 

by the end of the night, you’d stopped drinking and sobered up enough to get the two of you home. once you finally wrangled him out the bar and he drunkenly stumbled back down to your car, you’d gotten him in the car and buckled in safely.

“babe, drive slower. you’re making me dizzy.” colby moaned.

“my love, we are at a red light. just close your eyes and rest. we’re almost home.” you said. 

once you finally made it back home, you helped colby get into the house. it felt like he was making every noise possible as he stumbled up the stairs.

“oh, i don’t feel so good.” he whined, placing a hand on his stomach. he let out a small burp, and you knew it was all over then. 

he sprinted down to the hallway to his room, and you heard him start to heave.

“thank god we made it inside.” you sighed. you kicked your shoes off in the hallway and ran to meet colby in the bathroom. he was sitting up against the wall, taking deep breaths. you wet a wash cloth and placed it on his forehead.

“did you get it all out?”

“i think that was everything i’ve eaten in the past week.” he said softly.

“c’mon, lets get you to bed.” you said, helping him up from the floor. he stumbled over to the bed and you helped him change into his pajamas. 

he sat at the edge of his bed, and you watched him as he swayed. he was zoned out so hard, you were worried he was gonna fall to the floor. 

“here, for your head so you don’t feel like absolute shit tomorrow.” you said, handing him some aspirin and water.

“thank you baby. you’re too good to me.” he said, laying down. 

“i got you, always.”  you said, leaning down a pressing a kiss to his forehead. you yourself changed into your pajamas, and got into bed. you sat up in bed for a bit while colby began falling asleep, making sure that he didn’t throw up again. once he’d been asleep for a bit, you scooted down and made yourself comfortable, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

[refiwrites]

can you do prompt 7 and 8 (locked in a room together and teaching how to do something) from the forced proximity with jill valentine?? :))

she's so pretty oml- and again if i had made any mistakes feel free to correct me!

jill valentine x gn! reader

wc: 1.3k

prompts: 7. locked in a room together + 8. teaching you how to do something

warning/s: being trapped in an elevator, mentions of claustrophobia, descriptions of a panic attack, anxiety

Jill Valentine.

You hadn’t officially met her, but you’ve heard about her skills. From what it sounds like, she is one hell of an agent. Well, you must be if you were a part of S.T.A.R.S.

Sometimes you would spot her in the hallways, always wearing a cheerful smile on her face when she spots familiar faces.

You weren’t one of those however, but you’ve been catching her eye for quite a while now.

Today, you were just about to head home after a ton of paperwork. Fixing the rest of your stuff, you carried your bag, making your way to the elevator. It was now in the afternoon as you stepped foot in the elevator.

You sigh as your muscles screamed for rest; you were about to press the ground floor when-

“Wait! Hold up!” A voice said, suddenly appearing in front of its doors and sliding right in just as they closed.

Looking at the person beside you, it was the last person you had expected to join you.

It was Jill herself, brushing her clothes of non-existent dirt as she sighed, glad that she made it. “Thanks.” She says glancing at you.

Her voice, you hadn’t heard it before, but you nodded at her, offering a smile. You may be looking calm on the outside, but on the inside, you were absolutely losing it.

The silence was getting into your head, wishing that time had gone faster inside the elevator, but as you glanced at what floor you were on, you barely made it past three. The awkward tension of you two standing beside each other was making you look everywhere but at her.

“Were you headed home?” Jill was the one to break the awkwardness, making a conversation with you.

“Mhm, I am, work’s done, I think, I don’t want my boss calling me up and making me work overtime just for some missed work.” You sighed out, Jill talking to you was certainly getting your mind off things, especially with your claustrophobia seeping into your veins.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you probably finished them all already.” She stirs away your doubts.

“Hope so, how about you?” You asked her. It felt like the time had slowed down when you were in the elevator, and it was already making you uneasy that you were fiddling with the buckle of your bag.

Jill looked surprise to have the question thrown back at her. “Wish I could say the same, but they need me for a meeting later and I thought I’d grab something to eat first…” She spoke.

You smile, you hadn’t expected to be talking to her and it was…nice. Her voice sounded delightful, and she actually seemed pretty interested in what you were saying, rather than with some of your co-workers.

About to respond, the elevator suddenly clanged and jolted to a stop, making the two of you lose your footing, bumping into each other before steadying yourselves.

“Hey- what the hell?” You said, standing up and looking at the elevator screen. It was blank as the lights flickered. You looked around, brows gluing together as you pressed the buttons.

“They really need to fix this elevator.” Jill said. You gulped. “Yeah, they really do.” You stuttered tried to respond, repeatedly pressing the emergency button, hoping it would work.

Your breathing picked up, but you tried to focus on other things. It proved to be difficult as your heart began pounding in your ears. You frown, trying to suppress your emotions.

Jill watched as you doubled over, leaning your hand against the wall as you closed your eyes shut. “Hey, are you okay?” She softly asked.

Her voice was muffled but you understood her. “Uhm, yeah- just need a moment.” You breathed out but breathed in too quick, causing an ache settling in your chest.

Jill felt like she was looking at a mirror, she could see what was happening with you; you were having a panic attack. This scene sends her back to unpleasant memories, her brain quickly turning on her alert mode as she softly grabbed your shoulder, making you look at her, confusion etched onto your face.

“You’re having a panic attack, you need to sit down, okay?”

You nodded, following her words as you slumped down on the ground, leaning against the wall. Feeling embarrassed that someone like her watched you spiral into this state, you tried to assure her that you were okay when you were clearly not.

“I’m fine-“

“No.” Jill’s voice suddenly turned stern as you gaze at her kneeling down in front of you. “I know how it feels and I’m not letting you go through this alone.” She spoke. Your vision began to get hazy as your thoughts jumbled with one another.

“Okay. Look at me, I’m going to teach you something and you have to follow me, okay?”

You could barely make out her face as your vision blurred, but her words echoed right into you. Your heart still hammering in your chest.

“You’re going to breathe with me. Inhale and exhale, alright?” Jill talked to you before inhaling and waiting for you.

Your nose scrunched as you tried your best to inhale. “Exhale.” She said, breathing out. You watched her before exhaling yourself.

“Now, I want you to count with me, one to five as you hold your breath, then we’re going to exhale, slowly, that’s okay with you?” Jill asked, keeping her eyes on you the whole time as you were disoriented.

All you could do was nod as your chest felt like it was being squeezed.

“Okay, inhale,” She commanded, you followed, inhaling through your nose, and closing your eyes as you held your breath for five seconds. “Now exhale, slowly.” She followed, exhaling with you after those five seconds. The two of you repeated the action until you were starting to get better, you felt your lungs expanding again.

When Jill noticed you weren’t struggling anymore, she felt proud of you as she smiled once you opened your eyes, looking at her. “Good?” She asks, putting a thumbs up.

You let out a chuckle, putting your own thumbs up. “Good.”

The two of you were stuck for almost half-an-hour, the two of you made the time useful to talk. Learning about the other and vice versa. But you felt shy about earlier.

“And then I said to him that we’d make a bet on who could catch the culprit the fastest and guess what? I did!” Jill muses, laughing. You laughed with her, but you took a second to glance at her as she sat beside you.

“Jill,” You finally uttered her name. She looks at you with her eyebrows raised “Thank you, for earlier… I thought I was about to lose it.”

She lets out another one of her genuine smiles at you, making you feel easy. “Don’t mention it, I’m glad you’re okay.”

When the doors had finally opened, you and Jill stood up as you grabbed your bag. “You guys alright?” The doors opened to a few maintenance personnel inspecting the two of you. You gave a slight nod. “We’re good.” Jill said.

Thankfully you could make it out with just a step as you were finally out of the elevator, breathing out in relief. Jill followed, checking her phone. “Huh, seems like the meeting got cancelled.” Jill said.

“Good thing is you get to go home now, right?” You joked with her, feeling at ease with her company.

“I could, but I still have to get something to eat,” she says, checking the time, her finger lingering on the power button. She breathes out, stuffing it in her pocket before looking at you.

“Since the meeting’s cancelled and I get to go home anyways, you want to grab something to eat?” Jill suggested, taking her shot at becoming close with you.

You, however, had already taken a liking to her, so who were you to refuse?

Giving her a nod, you smile. “Why not? You could tell me more about your cool missions.”

With that, she absolutely looked ecstatic at your approval. “Great! I know a place not too far from here…”

[martianbugsbunny]

To Convince You That I Love You (A Kalluzeb Fic): Chapter 2

*staring and waving thru the window* I'm really enjoying this fic, it's I think four chapters, so it's already halfway done lol, and it's loads of fun. And speaking of fun Kallus is going to pass out and be sped back to the Ghost for emergency transport to medical facilities!!! Woo-hoo!!! This one's from Zeb's POV, so strap y'allselves in and get ready for him to be completely wigging about what happened to Kallus but also being as gentle as possible when moving him bc I am such a sucker for that. Read on and enjoy!

Zeb heard the explosion and instantly fired the last three shots he needed to finish off the stormtroopers with perfect precision. He sprinted towards the landing pad, fear shooting through him. Come on, Kal, please don’t have been in the blast.

The shuttle was a smoking ruin, the metal buckling against the inferno inside. That agent they had been tracking was dead. There was no way she could have survived.

But Zeb didn’t care about the mission anymore. He filtered out the smoldering pile of rubble and scanned his surroundings for any sign of Kallus.

Finally he saw Kallus lying several yards away from the shuttle, thrown by the power of the blast. Zeb sprinted over, moving faster than he could remember doing in a long time. His palms were sweating and he could hardly feel his legs, he was so terrified. Losing Kallus was…well, it was his personal worse-case scenario.

He knelt down. Kallus’s leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, and there was a piece of metal embedded in his upper arm. Worse, his nose was bleeding heavily, and there were dark bruises around his eyes and behind his ears: sure signs of a head injury. Somehow, though, he was still (barely) awake.

“Something’s not right,” he muttered. He couldn’t seem to focus his gaze on Zeb’s face. “Everything’s…foggy.”

Then his eyes fell shut and his head tipped to one side, the muscles in his neck slack.

Zeb slung his bo-rifle onto his back. There was no good way to pick Kallus up, with one of each limb wounded, so he simply did his best to support Kallus’s legs above the injured joint and thanked his lucky stars that his wounded arm was not the one that ended up held tightly against Zeb’s chest.

Kanan and Sabine had long since cleared out the troopers who had pinned down the Ghost. In fact, Zeb wondered for a moment why they hadn’t bothered reinforcing him and Kallus—but they were both trained soldiers and neither of them had commed for help, so there had really been no reason to worry.

Well, except for the fact that there was.

Zeb climbed aboard the Ghost and found Kanan and the kids debating over a topographic map he didn’t recognize at the holo-table. “There’s an outpost not too far from here, we could make a supply run before returning to base,” Ezra suggested.

“While we have an Imperial agent on board? Not gonna happen,” Sabine said. Zeb noticed that despite her confident tone, she still looked to Kanan for confirmation.

Kanan was saved from having to pick a side when he heard the sound of the ramp closing and turned to look at Zeb. “Ezra, go tell Hera to get the ship moving, now!” he commanded sharply. Ezra was turning pale, having gotten a look at the bloodied condition Kallus was in, but he did as he was told.

Zeb set Kallus down on the floor. “Let me guess: the explosion?” Sabine asked. Explosions were fairly run-of-the-mill for the Rebellion (especially when it came to the Specters) and hearing one in the distance wasn’t necessarily taken as a sign that someone was in trouble.

“Yeah.” Zeb found his throat tight, a pricking sensation he wasn’t used to irritating his eyes. “There were two Imperial fighters. They aimed for him and got the agent’s entire shuttle instead.”

Kanan wrapped his hand around Kallus’s wrist. It wasn’t the standard method of measuring a heartbeat, but his Jedi powers probably made it practical enough.

“We need to get him back to base soon,” Kanan said quietly. “Or he might not make it.”

Zeb paced to the edge of the room and slammed his fist down onto a crate. Kallus was always doing stupid things like this—putting himself in danger, taking too many risks, going way too far. When would enough be enough?

If Zeb had anything to say about it, Kallus would see the light sooner rather than later…if he lived to wake up again.

[mackeydoodledoo]

Burning Sun: Chapter 13

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Slow-Burn Romance

Chapter Theme: The World is Ugly - My Chemical Romance

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip

A/n: None

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*Y/n's POV* You toss your head over the back of the chair, sighing in relief, rubbing your temples...

Fall semester is done...

Feeling the relief of Finals being over with, you were able to finally begin your winter break.

However, a frantic knock at your door sends you almost toppling over your chair.

"Y/n?" A familiar voice calls you from the other side of the door

Your legs spring your upper body right out of the chair as you hastily walk right up to the door.

"Rosalie?" You call out, just as you were opening the door

Your suspicions were confirmed as the blonde stands before you.

"My family needs your help," She blurts

"How soon?" You ask

"Now-soon," She answers

Before you tell her to give you time to pack, she does it all for you in the blink of an eye. You rush to grab the nearest (and warmest) jacket and throw on some winter shoes as you lock up your place and follow close behind her.

"Care to give some context?" You ask

"I will once we hit the road," She says, throwing your suitcase in the trunk of her car

She didn't waste any time getting into the driver's seat as you still straggle behind with getting into the passenger seat.

You were expecting Rosalie to drive off as soon as you got into the car, not giving you time to buckle in.

"Okay, at one point you were rushing to get me out of my place but now you just stopped... What's the ma-"

Before you could finish your question, Rosalie leaps her torso across the gear shift console and crashes her lips against yours, arms resting heavily on your shoulders and hands pulling at your brunette strands.

"Sorry, it's just... I've missed you," She confesses

"I've... I've missed you too," You pant for air

She smiles as she tries to pull away to begin driving. However, you hold her in place by her waist.

“So much,” You add

“Me too... But about you,” She replies

+*+

You don't pull up to the Cullens estate like you expected... Just some random house in the woods....

"Hey wait I thought we were heading to your place," You say, turning to look at her

"My place is full of vampires," She says, "None of them drink animal blood like my family. Imagine one single human could do in a room full of us..."

"Ahh..." You sigh

You get out of the car and proceed to follow Rosalie into the house.

"Carlisle made sure to have the fridge and pantry stocked for you in your stay," Rosalie explains

You follow her into the main bedroom as she puts your suitcase down next to the bed.

"How long have you had this place??" You ask

It was absolutely luxurious... Too luxurious to be considered a cabin but not enough to be like a mansion.

"Built it a week ago," She answers

"For what reason besides harboring a human in... Whatever it is you brought me back home for," You say

"Shit..." She sighs

She seats you down beside her at the edge of the bed.

*Rosalie's POV* "The Volturi are coming for us," You sum up the situation

"What? Why?" Y/n asks

"After Bella married Edward she got pregnant..." You continue

"A vampire mating withh a human and she got pregnant?" She asks, "I thought you said it wasn't possible."

"That's what we all thought," You say, "Anyway, Bella gave birth to her daughter ‘Rensesmee’ about a month ago and one of our cousins saw her and she thinks that she is an immortal child."

"An immortal child?" She asks, "Isn't that when a child is a full-?"

You nod.

"But here's the thing, Renesmee isn't an immortal," You add, "We've watched her grow every day. She's half Immortal, half Mortal."

"Okay, so Higher-up vampires want this coven dead for harboring what they believe is an 'immortal child'?" Y/n recaps

You nod again.

"Sooo... Where do I come in on this?" She asks

"These last several weeks we've been gathering witnesses," You explain, "Remesmee has been showing everyone her memories, so far all of them are on our side. So she's going to show you, so that you would be on our side too."

Y/n only looks at you, no words spoken...

"I know it's a stretch but..." You look down in shame, "But, please... I can't lose this family and..."

You felt the weight next to you lift off of the bed but Y/n's presence remains in your proximity. You look up off the floor per Y/n's hand gesture to look at her.

"She doesn't have to show me," She says

You look down at her, confused.

"She can show me anything she wants but it doesn't change that no matter what I see, I'm always going to be on your side." She says

If you had a heartbeat, it'd be beating right out of your chest right now. Your forearms rest on her shoulders as you lean forward; kissing her.

+*+

You brought Renesmee to visit Y/n whilst she was staying in the guest house. It never occurred to you how Y/n is with kids, however, her developing relationship with Renesmee answered the question for you.

+*+

One day before you had to depart from Y/n to hold a trial against the volturi... However, Carlisle gave you permission to spend the night with Y/n.

You walk into the secluded house as music blares from the kitchen. You watch her as she cooks a meal for herself.

“AGH!” She yelps, “Damn oil...”

“I could feel that heat from here,” You joke, waltzing over to hug her from behind 

“How else am I supposed to be cooking?” She asks

“You have to let it boil and then simmer the heat down,” You chuckle

“I did do that,” She sighs, “The oil certainly hasn't calmed down in the slightest...”

“Here... Let me then,” You smile, taking the spoon from her

You feel Y/n wrap her arms around your hipline and rest her chin on your shoulder: watching you finish her meal.

“Speaking of feeding, spent’ you supposed to be hunting?” She asks, “Isn’t that how you vampires gain energy and power?” 

“Well, it’s difficult to try and feed vampires that solely drink human blood Y/n,” You explain

“Right right...” She sighs, “So... When are we going to face off with the Volturi?”

You stop stirring whatever was in the pan. Your smile drops as you prop the spoon at the edge of the pan.

“Who’s ‘we’?” You ask, “You’re not coming.”

*Y/n's POV* "Wait, what do you mean I'm not coming?" You ask, "I thought you were all going to bring your witnesses, regardless if they were superhuman or not."

"The volturi are dangerous, especially to humans," Rosalie says

"But I can't let you die either," You sigh

"I've dealt with worse," She says

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?!" You ask, beginning to pace around her

"Yes?" She asks

"Well, keep trying," You sigh, "Because you know how significant others are..."

"Y/n... I don't know how significant others are..." She says

"Oh... Right," You say, "They become protective

"Why do you care so much about my safety Y/n?" She asks, "I'm a vampire."

"I care so much about you because I love you Rosalie!" You finally bring yourself to say

*Rosalie's POV* A gasp leaves your mouth as she advances upon you slowly. One hand rests on your waist while the other caresses your cheek.

Her eyes glisten with tears in the low lighting. With every breath she took, she leaned closer, lowering her head closer to yours.

"You... Love... Me?" Was all you could muster out

"Of course I do Rosalie," She says, "I have... For a very long time..."

"B-But all of those times we've-?..." You ask

"Even those times Rose... I may be a stubborn bitch, but I've never stopped loving you," She says

Your feet stand on their toes to elevate your upper body. Your arms latching on the back of her neck, fingers tangling themselves into her hair.

"I've never stopped loving you too," You confess, "Even if you left Forks to get away from me..."

You take a step forward as she takes one back; the back of her leg bumping into the bed as you take a few more steps against her, making her sit at the edge of the bed.

"Horny are we?" She chuckles

"I'm just simply trying to spend as much time with my girlfriend as much as possible before tomorrow," You say, “There is... One thing I want... From you..”

“Which is?” She asks 

“After Bella and Edward left for their Honeymoon and... You and I...” You hint

Her eyes read you easy.

"You’re absolutely romantically hopeless...” She chuckles

“Calm down, at least I can control my blood thirst,” You smile

+*+

You saw the sun beginning to rise as you lay in bed with Y/n, getting every single second in with her before leaving, continuing to wonder if you were going to make it home alive. To Y/n. 

*Y/n’s POV* As you open your eyes to shut your phone alarm off, you were about to greet Rosalie. But, woke up to an empty bed. 

Guess she headed out...

+*+

You sigh as you sit at the table... Alone..

"aaAAHHH!!" You yell in annoyance

You hope out of the chair and begin pacing around the kitchen, trying to find a way to no longer bore yourself.

I’m human... Renesmee’s been around me for awhile... She won’t a be a danger to humans...

“Renesmee won’t be a danger to humans,” You repeat your thought

You grab your jacket and open the door to the garage: a jeep wrangler sitting in the cold space. 

I can prove it to them....

*Rosalie’s POV* You hold one of your Denali cousins back as everyone else attempts to calm Kate and Tanya. 

“Tanya this is exactly what they wanted to happen,” Edward explains to one of the blondes, “If you attack now we all die.”

“You can see there is no danger here,” Carlisle continues to try and reason with him

“You are correct, but, does it then follow?” He asks, “Will she be able to conceal her vampire identity from the human world?”

“She won’t be a danger to humans!” A voice yells 

All red and amber eyes turn to look at you. 

That voice...

You instantly turn around and immediately vampire run 

“Why is there a human among us?!” Caius turns to his brothers

“Carlisle, you do understand the rules,” Aro looks at the male, older blonde vampire

You press your hands against Y/n’s arms, trying to prevent her from advancing further.

“Y/n, I told you not to come,” You growl, in a panicked state

“I couldn’t stay,” You mumble to her

“My my Rosalie, it seems that you have found yourself attracted to this... Human...” Aro says, “You know the rules of humans knowing our existence.”

“I found out on my own,” You say, “No one told me anything. Even after I found out. I kept it a secret from my human friends.”

“Lies!” Caius objects

Aro holds his hand up in the direction of his blonde brethren.

“I will collect every facet of the truth,” He says

He holds his hand out, “Come, human.”

*Y/n’s POV* You brush past Rosalie as she follows close behind you, interlacing her fingers within yours. 

Once you come face to face with the Volturi, you slowly raise your hand to him; taking your hand. You watch him tilt his head to the sky in awe, watching your memories relay through his internal eyes.

“It’s true,” He says, “The first human to know of our existence, not even once she had exposed our secret to one of her human friends and not once had she felt afraid of the half mortal, half immortal. In the process, falls in love with one of our own.”

He lets go of your hand.

“You do know that your mate will die eventually,” Marcus looks to your blonde lover

“The date is set for me to turn,” You add

Though it wasn't officially set, you just hoped the the vampires will buy it enough for you to live. 

In the moment, you were afraid to die. But, you were the only human brought into becoming a witness to Rensemee’s innocence. You were going to put that into play. 

“This human is utterly devoted to this young vampire,” Marcus explains, “Willing to die protecting her as a human...”

Aro turns to look at you; stoic face; but your expression said it all for them. Marcus especially.

“As long as this young human continues with her plan to be turned and continue keeping our existence a secret, there is no problem with this one,” Aro concludes, “There is no threat here. This human, living peacefully among the hybrid, and vampires.”

Still having your fingers intertwined with hers, you felt Rosalie tug at it as the both of you begin walking back towards her family.

“I believe we are done here,” Aro turns to his coven, “There is no trouble and no crimes committed.”

As all of the Volturi and their witnesses depart, Aro turns to gaze at you from afar.

“A brave soul you are...” He smiles

As soon as you watched him run off to catch up with his coven, you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you Y/n,” Carlisle turns to you, “That was very brave of you to come.”

“I didn’t necessarily feel helpful being cooped up in my temporary home,” You sigh

+*+

You spent the remaining week of your winter break with Rosalie. You were beginning to pack away your things to head back to college. 

“You could have died,” Rosalie says from the doorway

You turn around and chuckle at her comment.

“But, I didn’t,” You add

“Imagine it went south,” Rosalie continues to try and argue

“But, it didn’t,” You conclude again

“God you’re so stubborn!” Rosalie growls in annoyance, “They could have eaten you alive... Right in front of me...”

“But... They didn’t,” You say, “That one vampire guy that looked like he just wanted to be done with his life... I could read his tired eyes...”

“They could have used that to our disadvantage,” She says

“But they didn’t,” You say

You wince in pain when you felt her fist connect to your arm.

“Answer me like that one more time I’m going to end you,” Rosalie ‘threatens’ you

“Then end me right here, right now,” You flirt, “You know you want to.”

You whisper against the back of her ear as you attempt to get Rosalie to turn you way earlier.

But, like Edward, she wanted to stay true to her word to wait until you have graduated from college.

“You know we have both agreed to let you live as a human first,” She says, turning to face you, “Then you and me... Talk about turning you.”

“Fine...” You groan

“But... In the mean time...” Rosalie smiles, getting into your lap

She gently grasps your hand into her cold ones and brings a finger close to her mouth.

“You got one the night before you left,” You sigh

“It was a long day and I deserve a small dose,” Rosalie argues

“You’re insatiable,” You sigh, still trying to protest to have her wait before you go back to college

“For you,” She flirts, slowly bringing your finger close to one of her sharp teeth

the familiar stinging pain comes back as your warm blood seeps from the skin break in the palm of your finger. 

+*+

You decided to head back to Seattle a day early, that way you wouldn’t be back at college around 4am when you have an 8am... As Rosalie props down your suitcase, you were about to grab at it before Rosalie drags it back.

"What's the matter?" You ask

"You and me, a date night before I go back," Rosalie says

“Oh, okay,” You reply

The both of you follow out to her red convertible as you lock your car. 

“Where are we going?” you ask

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out,” She smiles, beginning to drive

You realize how hard she had stepped on the gas. Before you could even buckle in, you nearly fall into the center console. You could hear Rosalie let out a laugh as she drives through the roads into town. 

“I hope this does’t run until three in the morning Rose,” You readjust yourself into the seat

“I can assure you that you’ll be on the road before midnight,” She reassures you

Not sure if that’s reassuring enough...

However, the both of you pull up to the diner.

“Hungry?” She asks

“Like there's no tomorrow,” You get out of the car

Rosalie follows behind you as you enter the diner. 

“Y/n!” The waitress behind the. counter smiles, “It's been awhile!”

“Too long, I miss diner food,” You seat yourself at a two-person table, “No other place in Seattle hits as much as here does.”

+*+

After grabbing a bite to eat, She brings you to the edge of town that would bring you to a beach. 

“Close your eyes,” Rosalie covers your eyes

“They’re closed,” You say

“Promise?” She asks

“I promise,” You chuckle

You wait for a moment before Rosalie opens the car door and lets you out but outs her hands back over your eyes. 

“Don’t worry I’m right behind you,” She whispers in your ears

As she takes a step forward, so do you. Over the crashing waves, you caught a glimpse of extra voices. However, couldn’t distinguish them as the waves were loud over the water. 

“I’m going to move away but don’t open your eyes until I say so,” Rosalie whispers again

 You felt her fingers pull away from your eyes, taking in the scent of the cool winter day. 

“Okay, open your eyes now,” Her voice calls

You open your eyes. Someway, somehow, she gathered all of your friends... But, they were holding their phones up. Presumably recording. 

“Guys, what's the meaning of...”

Your voice trails off as one of your friends gestures for you to turn around. 

Your friends and Rosalie had conspired to throw together a proposal for you.... 

“Y/n Y/l/n, In the five years we have been through hell and back without having to be together,” Rosalie begins, “It made me realize how much fire you had and it made me all the more attracted to you and how much more of that fire I want in my life. Only you could satisfy. Will you marry me Y/n?”

Your head viciously nods, “Yes!... Yes I’ll marry you Rosalie!”

She slips the ring onto your left ring finger. As she stands, warmth in her eyes when she met yours.

“Hey,” She whispers, “Once we’re married, we’ll discuss turning you...”

You nod. 

Epilogue

[seasy33]

For the fanfic asks, 5 and 16!

thank you for asking!! :)

5. Which WIP is the first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

i have the mixtape fic coming in February (that i'm still in the brainstorming process) but i also have a couple that i'm close to finishing and/or updating that i hope to be up in the next week! the one that i'm the furthest along in is a post-canon one shot that i'll post a snippet of below the keep reading line :)

16. Do you have that one fanfic that you wrote a ton for, ages ago, but never posted? Will this be the year, come hell or high water, that it WILL get finished and posted?

hmmm i think the oldest one that i've written the most for but never posted is my flashdrive fic for the prompt that i shared with @mostlymaudlin !! i really like this fic because the neil i wrote for it and the situation is suuuper interesting to me. i hit a really big wall with it a few months ago, but it's about 15k and 2/3 of the way done. i think i just need one big push to finish it off, so i really hope i can post it sometime this year!

Neil is far too chipper for someone who got decked in the face at one in the morning last night. 

He glides across the court, chasing after every ball Andrew smacks away from the goal on feet that barely seem to touch the ground, ceaselessly calling out plays. He's electric, thrumming with an energy that permeates the air. Andrew can taste it like static on his tongue. The challenge of it all raises the hair on the back of his neck, coils somewhere low in his gut.

It's not unpleasant. It is annoying. 

The rest of the Foxes are decidedly less enthused about today's practice on this regular Tuesday afternoon. From Andrew's view point, it's slumped shoulders and chests heaving for breaths across the board. Even Kevin's knees buckle as Neil calls for their already over-long scrimmage game to reset again. Still, the complaints have been minimal so far, everyone seemingly caught up in the silent question blazing in Neil's every movement, every flash of his eyes:

Can you keep up?

Andrew has an advantage as being in goal requires less cardio than the others (to the eternal gratefulness of Andrew's smoker's lungs), but even his muscles have started to spasm, his racquet heavy in his hands, swooping in wider and slower movements as lethargy presses down on him.

He's soaked in sweat. It pours down from his hairline, stinging his eyes, but he doesn't have time to do more than blink it away. The ball is served down court and it's only seconds before he's squaring up again, toeing the line as a figure darts out of the pack toward him, easily putting a couple feet, then yards between themself and the others.

Andrew zeroes in, locked in to the direction of Neil's feet, the pace of his strides, the line of his shoulders.

Then at the last moment, Neil turns on a dime and launches his shot to the upper right corner. 

Andrew is a second behind, too slow, and he is basked in the soft red glow of defeat as the ball bounces away.

"Had enough?" 

Andrew can hear the smirk in Neil's voice as he lets his momentum carry him the rest of the distance to the goal, long loping strides bringing him even sharper into Andrew's focus.

Andrew's retort gets stuck behind his teeth, the sight of Neil's face has him clenching his jaw, biting down hard on his mouthguard until the edges scrape against his gums and his next swallow tastes metallic.

Neil's right cheek is a study of mottled tragedy under the shadow of his helmet. The swelling has gone down, but the bruise circling halfway around his eye, creeping over his cheekbone and the bridge of his nose has only intensified since this morning, a blue-black smudge that spreads like ink out into deep purples and reds, edges tinted a sickly yellow. It's hideous in its beauty, the way it off-sets Neil's eyes, making them burn, scorching. It adds to the allure of his already marked face, even as it ruins it; a painting marred by a spill of kaleidoscopic colors, a lovely catastrophe.

Andrew remembers the guilty blush of his own knuckles in the harsh overhead light. Even though at the moment they're hidden by his bulky goalie gloves, he knows that they're split. They've darkened and colored just like Neil's face -- a matched set. A one-two snapshot of a story written into their skin.

thanks again for asking moonie!! <3

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson  Rating: NSFW 18+  Summary: Revelations and deep conversations a plenty....buckle up its about to get heavy. Word Count: 5,958  Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Commentary: Fun fact less than 18 hours ago this had no title and hadn't been proofread despite having been finished for almost a week....and yet chapter 5 is already done ready for next week! Thank you to @slipperygiraff for being amazing <3

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"So of all the tattoo studios in Indy, Harrington happens to walk into yours at the one point you're there on your own?" Gareth asks standing in front of the open window, taking a cigarette from Eddie. 

"Yeah, just strolls right in. Luckily I had no appointments booked after so I could close up straight after I'd finished his ink." Eddie replied, smoking his own cigarette standing by the window next to Gareth. 

"And how was seeing him again? Can't have been easy, surely?" The younger guy asked cautiously. 

"It was weird man, he looks totally different, all punked out. He looks so good Gare, his hair is pink! Sides of it shaved, ripped black jeans, piercings. He got a fricking tattoo of a bat with nails in it, so metal." Eddie sighed remembering how good Steve had looked casually lying there being tattooed. 

"Calm down before you pop a boner in front of me, not done that since you we're like 13." Gareth laughed. "So did he ask why you left and did you tell him about J?" he asked softer. 

"Yeah he asked, I explained. Told him I needed out. Yeah he knows about J, they brought us over a couple drinks just after he told me he isn't straight" 

"I'm sorry what?!" Gareth coughed a lung full of smoke out in surprise. "Steve Harrington, THE Steve Harrington, ladies man Steve Harrington, King Steve. is gay?"

"He never out right said gay, just said he was far from straight is all." Eddie shrugged. 

"Man what are you going to do?" Gareth asked after a few minutes of silence. 

"No idea" Eddie whispered as he dragged a hand down his face and stumped his cigarette out.

There was a banging on Steve's door, just having made it downstairs when the banging began. He walked over and opened the door to find Robin, still in her PJs, who pushed past him as soon as the door was open enough. 

"You gonna tell me what was soooo important you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Robin demanded as she started looking through his fridge. 

"I got us food already. Let's take it to the coffee table and I promise to tell you everything." He said as he started handing her some of the junk food he had picked up on his way home the night before. 

Once all the food was laid out, they sat on the couch, legs crossed, facing each other. 

"Well go on then!" Robin demanded, mouth full of cheese puffs. 

"Well when I was walking to the show the other night I passed a tattoo shop so I went in late the next afternoon and you'll never…" he was interrupted by Robin grabbing his left hand, pulling it close to inspect his tattoo. 

"You got a tattoo!" She screamed so loud he was sure the neighbors could have heard her. "Wait, is that a robin on your bat? It's even got a little Scoops hat! Aw, Steve!" Robin beamed, pulling him in close for a hug and probably getting cheese dust all over the back of his shirt. 

"You'll never guess who it was that did it."

"It's too early for this and you didn't even make us coffee. You know I came over as soon as I woke up. Please don't actually make me guess." She sighed, shoving another cheese puff in her mouth. 

"It was Eddie." He watched as Robin's face slowly turned to shock and her mouth fell open, half chewed cheese puff visible. "Robs, gross. Come on. I get it but I don't really wanna see that ok?" He commented, reaching out a hand to her jaw and pushing it closed. 

"You're fucking joking right now! Holy shit! Ok and? Did you tell him how you feel? Is that why you got home so late?" Steve was very thankful that she had at least finished her food before speaking this time. 

"No Robin I didn't. I just couldn't. He did offer to explain over drinks. As much as him leaving hurt, I can't say I blame him. He wouldn't have had much of a life here besides us."

"That may be true but he still could have said something or left a note. Anything."

"I know. He apologized though. It sucks but I can forgive him."

"And you didn't tell him how you feel about him, why?"

"Because he's got someone now." He confessed, looking away from her to grab his bag of twizzlers. 

"I'm sorry." Robin whispered, putting her hand on his and giving a comforting squeeze. 

"It's alright. I shouldn't have waited to try and talk to him but he seems happy so that's good enough for me. I did get to meet them while we were at the bar. They were really nice. That's what he deserves, someone that treats him right."

"They?" Robin asked.

"Yes!" Steve could feel himself perking up a bit with the conversation heading in that direction. "I didn't know that was a possibility. Apparently people use they them as gender neutral pronouns. J was also telling me about how they're genderqueer, said sometimes they feel like a woman, sometimes a man, and sometimes neither. I didn't even know that was a possibility, Robin!"

"Hmm, no, I didn't either." She mumbled around the cookie she'd grabbed, giving him a look that told him she was reading beyond what he was saying. Robin was good at that, knowing things that were in the back of his mind before he even acknowledged them. She just continued eating the cookies, choosing to let him get there on his own this time. 

Steve was not having an easy time processing everything that happened. Seeing Eddie again had just set him back. He'd started getting to a better place,really, but well now it was right back to square one. As if that wasn't enough, he had to go and find out about people being genderqueer, which was currently making him question so much about himself. Could life just go easy on him for once? One crisis at a time would be nice but of course that could never be his luck.   

Talking to Robin helped a little but there was only so much she could help. So Steve had decided to go for a little piercing therapy, getting the middle of his lip and nipples done. Robin had just rolled her eyes at him. She couldn't really be too mad at him, at least he'd taken her advice and gone to a professional instead of trying to do it himself again. 

The new piercings had helped for a bit, Steve was at least able to push Eddie far enough back in his mind to at least focus on the other crisis at hand. Could genderqueer fit some of the things he'd been feeling? Could he be? So many thoughts about things he was starting to look back on and notice. He really needed to talk to someone about this. For once Robin wasn't the answer but he knew who was. 

"Hello, J speaking, if you're trying to sell me something just hang up now" J answered the ringing phone with a sigh.

"Hey, it's Steve. I'm not bothering you at a bad time am I?"

"Hey you!! No not at all! I'm completely free. How can I help? Everything ok?" A cheery tone now in J's voice.

"Alright as it can be. I've been thinking a lot about the last time we talked. I know you said I could call but it's ok if you changed your mind or don't want to talk about it anymore." Steve couldn't help but be a little nervous. He'd really needed someone to talk to and sure J had said he could call but that didn't mean he didn't feel like he was bothering them. 

"Oh love, not at all. How is it I can help?" J asked, getting comfortable on the couch.

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to tell me how you figured it out? What helped you?" What if he was asking questions that were too personal? He'd only just met J and they hadn't talked much. 

"How I figured out I was genderqueer you mean? Well I never thought I fitted the standard mold of a female, even from a young age. Dolls and barbies were never my thing all the time, but sometimes they really were. Sometimes pretty flowing dresses felt right and other times I'd rather have clawed my own skin off than wear one. But I also never really fit the mold of male either. Some days jeans and a t-shirt were what felt right and doing 'boy things' was amazing and other days that didn't feel right either. I spoke to an older friend a few years ago about it, tried one of their binders on and sat and cried in the mirror. Everything started to fit into place at that point." It took Steve a minute to process all J had said, thinking about how some of that fit his own feelings. 

"That uh… that makes a lot of sense actually. I just have been going through a lot lately and never knew to think about it that way. Guess I've just been really thinking about if maybe that could fit me too. I was so different in high school and I've been trying to work on myself, just be a better person and find myself outside of trying to make others like me. Getting there little by little, more so these last couple of months. It seems the more I work on the more things I find hidden underneath. Trying to find my own style, without my parents' input, did make a big difference but something still feels missing.”

“My best friend Robin has been helping a bit. Helping me accept that there are days that I just want to feel pretty. I didn't really know what to do with that or what to think about it until I met you. Looking back on my life and after what you've said I've noticed some things. Made me think about how easily I fit in with a group of girl friends, and liked it. How easily I also got on with a group of guy friends and how sometimes one would feel more right than the other. I remembered being confused as to why toys were gendered, I just wanted to play with them all.”

“I've noticed how on days that I just want to feel pretty, being referred to as a man just doesn't feel right. It felt so good when Robin helped me with my hair and told me how pretty I looked. I guess it's just that days where I'm ok with being referred to as a man make me doubt those other days where I'm not. It's been a lot to try and process and shit, it's confusing." Steve took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. Robin must be rubbing off on him for him to ramble that much. How it was so easy to just open up like that to someone who was practically a stranger he wasn't sure but fuck if it didn't feel good to have someone to open up to.

"First of all I'm so proud of you for working on yourself, that shit takes guts. Secondly you absolutely do not need to figure it all out at once, fuck, if you ever get it all figured out give me the key! I'm still trying to figure it out years later. I can talk to you about this all day everyday, I could introduce you to a load of people that are also genderqueer or just don't care what section of the shop they buy their clothes from, but it's different for everyone. I remember convincing myself I was lying the first day I wanted to wear a dress once I'd become comfortable enough to be who you see now. I woke up that morning and wanted to wear a dress and wear makeup and heels but I'd spent so many days previously feeling more masc or neither that I felt so ashamed of myself for wanting to wear a dress, I phoned a good friend and they reminded me that more fem days we're just part of the spectrum of my gender. That I wasn't lying to myself or anyone."    

"That's really helpful. I'll have to try to remember that. I'm sure if I explained it all to Robin she'd gladly give me a good slap to set me straight when needed. I think maybe that might fit me, genderqueer. I'm just not sure how I can, I guess kinda test that theory."

"If you think Robin can help then it might be worth looping them in. As for testing things, does Robin maybe have something you could borrow when you feel like, as you describe it, want to feel pretty? See how it feels when you wear something pretty and feminine when you feel like doing so? Maybe try a little bit of makeup on one of those days as well, some lipgloss and some mascara if you don't want to go all the way at first. Something else you can do to test it, is to ask those you're ok with knowing to refer to you as they or them all the time. Or trying asking to be referred to by whichever pronoun fits your day and see if that feels better or worse than they them. I personally change based on the day so she her on a fem day, he him on a masc day and they them on a neither day, but I have a friend that always uses they them. Do what you're comfortable with and tell who you want to tell and what you want them to know."

"I'll give that a shot. Thank you so much. You have no idea how helpful this has already been. So many thoughts and feelings I didn't know what to do with but now I do. I appreciate this!"

"No need to thank me, I'm here for as many of these chats as is needed, or just any chat if that's what you'd like. You're also always welcome in Indy at the bar or at any of the clubs we go to. That reminds me! We're off to a gig in a few weeks! You and Robin should come, you'll love it. I can't remember the details off hand but I'll make sure you get them really soon!" J rushed excitedly. 

"I'd love to! I'll have to ask Robin later but I'm sure I can convince her. Just give me a call with the details when you've got them. I'm sure we'll be able to make it work. Oh shit, speaking of work I have a shift to go get ready for. Thanks again, really."

"Yeah same here. Have a good shift love, speak soon." J says cheerily hanging up the phone.

A hand was waving in front of his, no their face. A voice was coming from nearby too but they couldn't quite make out what it was saying. Steve shook their head to try and bring themselves out of it. They hadn't realized how long he'd been, shit no, they'd been zoning out again. 

"Earth to Steve! Hello! Stevie!" Robin was slowly raising her voice with every word. They were supposed to be putting returns away but had apparently frozen in place, tape raised half way to where it belonged. 

"Fuck. Sorry Robs. I just have a lot on my mind lately. Did you need something?" They asked, giving Robin an apologetic smile.

"No, you just froze. You can't do that man!" Steve must have made a face with the way Robin was looking at them, eyebrows raised in confusion. They weren't very good at hiding their emotions from their face. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Alright then, spill it. What's going on in that head of yours? Is it Eddie again?"

"No, not at all actually. Look, we're supposed to lock the doors in ten minutes. What Keith doesn't know won't hurt him. You go ahead and lock up while I put the last of these returns away and then I promise to tell you all about it."

"Fine. You better be quick with those then!" Robin yelled over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door. 

"Remember me telling you about J?" Steve asked, pushing the return cart back to the counter so they wouldn't have to look at her. This wasn't going to be as easy as the conversation with J had been. Explaining something like this to someone who didn't already have some knowledge when they were just figuring it out themselves was going to be difficult. 

"Do we need to sit down? Steal some of the candy from the counter? It seems like we should get comfortable for this. But yes, I remember you telling me about them." She replied as she hopped up to sit on the counter, Steve doing the same and grabbing a bag of M&Ms for each of them. 

"Well I had a long chat with them on the phone a couple of days ago."

"Steve, why are you calling your crush's current partner? I know you said they seemed nice and all but doesn't that feel a little weird for you?" 

"I know how it sounds but it's got nothing to do with Eddie. I've never met anyone like them before so I didn't really have anyone else that I could have called. Remember me telling you about them being genderqueer?" They asked, not looking at Robin again. They couldn't look at her. Didn't want her to read them before they said anything like she always did. 

"I remember. Hey Stevie, look at me." Robin said softly while placing a hand on Steve's shoulder, waiting for them to look before she continued. "Whatever it is you can tell me. I can tell this is difficult for you but I promise that whatever it is I'm still going to be here for you. You can't get rid of me that easy."

"Well what if I told you that I think I might be like that too? Since I met them I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Wondering if maybe I was like them. I've dug out some things I shoved to the back of my mind and looking at it that way, well it's all starting to make sense." He, fuck not again. This was going to take some getting used to but they had to admit that they were liking the sound of it. They were struggling to still look at Robin. Crying on the phone, even a little, with J had been enough. They were going to try not to cry again now but that wouldn’t be so easy while looking at Robin. 

“Steve, of course that’s not even a problem.” Robin reassured as she pulled them into a crushing hug.

“Really?” Steve asked, already sniffling. Their goal of not crying already long gone. After a reassuring squeeze from Robin, they did their best to give her a summarized version of the conversation they had with J. Robin occasionally interrupting to ask questions.

“I’m really just glad that you’ve found something that’s giving you a better understanding of yourself. You said J gave you some suggestions for things that might help. Is there anything I can do?” She asked. How had they gotten so lucky that this was their best friend? Steve hadn’t even needed to ask for her help, she was just offering it willingly. Deep down they knew that this is how Robin would react but there was still that doubt that had lingered, trying to convince them otherwise. 

“Um, could you maybe try using they them pronouns for me? It might be helpful to hear someone else use them instead of just in my own head.” 

“Are you just picking the easier option?” There Robin goes again, reading Steve so easily. She knew they would pick whatever felt like it’d be easier for others instead of what they really wanted. “If you’d prefer different ones depending on how you’re feeling all you have to do is ask. I don’t mind, even if I have to ask you every day.”

Now Steve was really crying hard, awful noises and all. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“You quit that shit right now. I’ll do whatever you tell me you prefer. None of that people pleasing nonsense alright? This isn’t about others. This is about you. What makes you happy. What makes you comfortable.” 

“I’d really like that Robs. Thank you.” They admitted, taking a tissue from the box on the counter and wiping their face. There was still so much more they wanted to do to help them know if it truly fit but this was the first and most difficult step. They knew that as long as they had Robin, the rest would be easy.

Robin had been an even bigger help than ever imagined. She had brought over a couple clothing pieces that felt a little more feminine than something Steve would normally wear, trying to ease into it. Just like she promised, she checked in first thing every time she saw Steve to see what pronouns to use for the day. There had been a few times she’d been over to their house, makeup bag in hand, convincing Steve to at least try a little eyeliner too. 

Even though Steve hadn’t been brave enough to wear any of it out of the house, besides the earrings Robin had given them, they had to admit that it was all really helpful. It was making them more confident. They no longer thought they might be genderqueer, they knew it now. Robin using different pronouns for them had been the biggest help so far. She’d taken to calling them Stevie on days that they’d felt more feminine and alternating between Steve and Stevie and days where they’d just felt more like they were somewhere in between. 

She had been sitting on the couch in a skirt and top that Robin had picked up from a thrift store for her, having been talked into eyeliner too, when there was an obnoxious knocking at her door. They had just been talking about Stevie coming out to the kids. After nervously staring at each other, Robin had gotten up to answer the door. Of course it had been none other than the kids, like somehow they knew they were being talked about. 

Robin had been trying to convince them to just leave when Stevie decided to yell to just let them in. Might as well have gone for it then and get it over with. Robin threatened the group that if they had been anything but kind and accepting then they could forget all their rides to the arcade, access to Stevie’s pool, and reminding them that she knew where they all slept at night before letting them in.

There were lots of questions as anticipated but after it was all said and done, the kids had been accepting. Forgetting the reason they’d all shown up in the first place, they ended up watching movies and ordering pizza. 

“Come on Robin let’s go!” Stevie yelled from the front of Family Video. Robin had gone in the back for something she had forgotten. 

“I can’t find it!” Robin yelled back as she left the back room.

“Can’t find what?”

“My bag with my change of clothes!” She sighed, throwing her arms up in the air.

“Robin, it’s in my car. Remember when I picked you up earlier you decided to leave it in the car so you wouldn’t forget it since we plan on getting ready at Eddie’s instead of here?” Stevie sighed, palm smacking her forehead. 

“That’s right! Now let’s go!” Robin grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the door and to the car. 

"Robin play nice ok?" Stevie asked as they got out of the car. 

"I'm not making any promises." She answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Come on! Please can we just try and have a good time?"

"We'll have a good time but I can't promise the same for him."

"Ugh, don't make me regret this." She said as she knocked on the door. 

"Hey!! Come in come in!" J said cheerily when they answered the door. "You must be Robin, Steve's told me so much about you" 

"Hi, it's nice to meet you. Stevie here has told me a good bit about you too." 

"Let's go and get ready! This way!" J exclaimed, walking away.

After following J into another room, they started getting ready. Robin convinced Stevie to let her do her eyeliner but of course she wasn't done there. With a mischievous look on her face, Robin handed her a leather jacket. 

"Hey, erm, Stevie." J said, uncharacteristically timid, "I've got you a little present. It's just a little something that I really found helps me and I thought they might help you too." J opened the drawer they were standing next to and handed Stevie a little paper package. Hesitantly opening the package, she found three bracelets, pink, purple, and blue. 

"I have similar ones, I use them to tell those who know what kind of day I'm having." J explained showing Stevie and Robin their wrist to show a pink band. "It's subtle enough that it's not obvious if people don't know but it saves everyone asking if you prefer gender specific pronouns depending on the day. I also keep them with me in case I need to change it"

"These are perfect! We've been trying to think of something for that but never thought of this. Thank you!" Stevie exclaimed, throwing herself at J for a teary eyed hug. 

"Sorry I didn't get you anything Robin but I wasn't sure what would be appropriate" J smiled sheepishly. 

"You've obviously been a big help Stevie in a way I never could be. That's more than enough."

"I was hardly going to let her struggle with this without some guidance, but thank you, means a lot coming from her platonic soulmate as you're called" J beamed at Robin. 

Eddie opened his front door and was immediately met with the sound of laughter. He stood and listened for a few seconds before gently closing the door and slipping his jacket and shoes off. Rushing into his bedroom he grabbed everything he needed for a shower and to get ready. 

He was sitting in the living room 30 minutes later waiting for everyone to be ready so they could go. The guest bedroom door opened and J stepped out wearing a pair of really short shorts, a mesh top over a small tight vest top. 

"Holy shit baby, you look amazing. Get over here I've missed you" Eddie said, making grabby hands in J's direction. "So beautiful" he whispered before bending down and meeting her lips in a kiss. 

"Munson" Robin said from behind J causing Eddie to look up and look in her direction. 

Standing next to Robin was Steve. Wearing a see through black blouse, with nipple piercings on show, that was something that Eddie couldn't think about too hard right now. Steve also wore a pair of red tartan pants with combat boots underneath, and a leather jacket, no no scrap that he was wearing Eddie's leather jacket. Did Steve know it was Eddies? He had too, right? Steve had chosen to wear a jacket that belonged to Eddie. 

Eddie cleared his throat and dragged his eyes away from Steve "Buckley, Harrington. Good to see you both." he said, looking at Robin who looked far too amused for Eddie's liking. 

"Hey J, could I talk to you for a second?" Robin asks, nodding her head to the side to hint at a private conversation.

"Yeah cause you can! What's up?!" J asked, leaning in close to the other girl.

"I just wanted to thank you for helping Stevie. I wouldn't have been able to help her with this so I'm glad she had someone to go to."

"I remember how difficult it was at first to figure it all out. You've been amazing and supportive as well, she's lucky to have you too" J replied hugging Robin. 

"I'm just so proud of her. Making little steps forward. Look at her! She even let me do her eyeliner and she's never let me do that before when we're going somewhere." 

"Erm I'm sorry, 'she'?" Eddie asked, surprised. 

"Um, yeah about." Stevie says, rubbing the back of her neck and looking down.  

"Look it's cool if you don't want to say" Eddie smiles.

"No. It's fine. It's just not a lot of people know right now so it's a little difficult still."

"Take your time, tell me whatever you want and leave out the bits you don't." Eddie encouraged.

"Well, I do kind of have you to thank for it. I never would have met J otherwise and without meeting them and their willingness to help, I don't think I ever really would have figured it out"

"She is pretty amazing," Eddie says, pulling J against himself. 

"Well I uh, shit. This is harder than I thought it'd be."

"It's ok, you've got this" J smiles at Stevie encouragingly. 

"Thanks to some advice from J and help from Robin, I've figured out that…" Stevie hesitates, trying to gather some courage. 

Eddie notices Stevie's bracelet. "Oohhh! I think I get it. Steve, are you trying to tell me that you're genderqueer?" Eddie asks. 

"Yeah. I am." Stevie whispers, not yet willing to really look at Eddie. 

"Okay. Thank you for telling me. Is it okay to ask about your pronouns?" the metalhead questions softly. 

"Yeah of course. Going with the day seems to be best. Which is why…" Stevie says, wiggling her wrist with the pink bracelet on towards Eddie. 

"That's a great idea! I'll try my best to keep an eye on the bracelet and go with that. Is it they/them on a neither day? Just want to check." Eddie asks. 

"Thank you. Yeah it is." Stevie finally looks at Eddie with a smile. 

"Shall we head out then ladies? I'm a lucky man tonight! 3 beautiful ladies on my arm. Let's go!" Eddie exclaims, grabbing J's hand and heading towards the door. 

The bar was already crowded when Eddie, J, Stevie and Robin walked in. They made their way to the bar and picked up a round of drinks before heading to the dance floor to watch the warm up band. They spent hours dancing with each other, laughing, joking and really enjoying the live music, getting slightly more drunk as the night went on. 

"You want a drink sweetheart?" Eddie shouted, as to be heard, in Stevie's ear, causing her to turn. They were face to face, nose to nose pretty much and suddenly there was no one around. The crowded, loud, club that was filled with people dancing and music blasting was suddenly empty if you asked Eddie. He couldn't handle it. The proximity was too close. His hand on Stevie's waist felt like it was burning. The air was suffocating. He needed to get away from there as quickly as he could. So he did what, if you ask Eddie, he does best, he ran. Left his glass on the bar and ran outside and round the corner. 

"Hey baby, you ok? Heard you ran out of there quickly," came the voice of J beside him. "everything ok?" She sounded worried. She shouldn't be worried. How does he explain the crisis he's having right now over someone he may possibly be in love with when his partner is right there. Eddie couldn't stomach it any longer, he turned away from J and threw up. All over the disgusting alleyway they stood in and broke down in tears. 

"I'm going to head back in really quickly and let Robin and Stevie know we're heading back. I'll leave my key with Stevie so they can let themselves in when they're done." J said as she ran soothing circles down his back. 

20 minutes later Eddie was tucked up in bed with a glass of water on his bedside table, pain killers next to it and an old washing up bowl on the floor. Looking at these things made everything so much worse. He did not deserve the person currently getting ready for bed in his bathroom. He lay awake for hours, long after J had fallen asleep next to him, her soft breathing normally soothing him but doing anything but tonight. Long after Robin and Stevie returned home and made far too much noise getting ready for bed, giggling and shushing each other. Long after he sobered up and the headache had started, he didn't take the painkillers next to him, he deserved the pain. He had no idea what to do. J was amazing, they got on so well and whilst they currently weren't serious, Eddie had a feeling it could definitely head that way.

Finally just after 8am Eddie got out of bed and threw on his comfiest clothes heading to the kitchen and to make coffee. 

He was 2 cups in when J joined him in the living room. 

"Wanna talk about it?" J asked, sitting next to Eddie on the couch. 

"I don't know what you mean, I just couldn't sleep. Maybe too much sugar in my mixers, I don't know, I'm ok, go back to bed. We'll all head out to breakfast when everyone is up again." He replied, trying his best to smile. 

"Eddie, I'm not stupid, please don't treat me as such." came the reply. 

"Sorry, you're right." He whispered, slipping his arm around J and pulling her into him, kissing her temple. 

"Does your weird behaviour recently, and especially last night, have anything to do with that hunk of a brunette sleeping in the guest room?" J asked, slipping their arm around him and kissing his cheek. 

"Yeah," Eddie confessed. 

 "Thank you for telling me. Steve is amazing. They'll be lucky to have you." 

"What?!" Eddie questioned, shocked. 

"Eddie, I've already reminded you once I'm not stupid. I've seen the way Stevie looks at you and I've seen the way you look at them. You were stripping them with your eyes last night when they stepped out of the guest room ready to go out. Stevie’s eyes followed you all around the gig last night, and they'll probably kill me if you say anything but I'm almost certain I saw them sniff your jacket when they put it on. You two have a connection. I don't know what happend before you left Hawkins but it connected you two." J replied, smiling up at Eddie. 

"What are you saying?" Eddie asked. Both not wanting the answer but really wanting to know at the same time. 

"I'm saying you need to go and get your person. Eddie, me and you were meant to be, but not meant to last. I will always cherish our time together and you're absolutely never getting rid of me but that shit" J said gesturing between Eddie and the guest room. "is true love." 

"I love you J. So fucking much" Eddie replied wetly wiping his tears away.

"I know" J responded before the door down the hall opened and a very sleepy looking Robin emerged.  

[mothsgotghosts]

Rising from the dead to complain about someone ELSE rising from the dead. That's right: Phillip Fucking Bitch Boy Graves.

In case I didn't make it clear I am I Graves HATER and I'm so mad that he's back. I'm not even necessarily mad that he's returned I'm mad about How. This is gonna be a long one so buckle up.

First of all: Phillip Graves seemingly returning and being set up for a redemption is a load of bullshit because, need I remind everyone of what happened during Alone. When he, oh yeah, KILLER INNOCENT PEOPLE??? Use the "Shepherd made him betray the 141 🥺" excuse all you want but he still Murdered innocent citizens of Las Almas and destroyed parts of their home under the assumption that Everyone Must Be Cartel. He killed people in front of their families under the assumption that they were cartel and mocked their language. And yeah, the 141 have done some pretty bad shit too, I won't deny that. There is a difference though, because Graves basically committed genocide.

Second, and this is much more minor but it's something that annoys me, wtf do you mean Graves wasn't in the tank?? Like? First of all, Graves took off long before Price and the pilot went down, meaning they should have seen him escape. Secondly, this, to me, sets Graves up as a coward. Now as much as I hate him, I will give Graves the fact that he is Not a coward. He runs headfirst into trouble to finish his objective, I do not believe for a second that he wouldn't be so confident in his abilities that he wouldn't have been in that tank. And if you wanna say "oh but there's no way he would survive" Alex survived a furnace explosion. How did Alex survive that but Graves couldn't survive a tank explosion?

And finally, my last big complaint is more focused on Farah. Farah who I love so much, Farah who in NO WAY WOULD WORK WITH GRAVES? Like, she's not an idiot, she isn't Incompetent, she's Farah MOTHERFUCKING Karim. And you're gonna tell me, she'd work with Graves. The same Farah Karim who has condemned her brother for using the gas that Barkov and his men used to mass murder her people, no matter his intentions. The same Farah Karim with her own moral code she follows closely, the same Farah Karim who witnessed first hand the horrors of a genocide against a marginalized group of people. You're telling me, she's working with Graves? I don't fucking believe you. Graves has done things that she actively condemns in mw2019. SHE WOULDN'T WORK WITH HIM!!!

And that's it, that's all I got. I am angry. The fact that we got Graves before Rudy too. Criminal honestly. The only thing about this season I'm enjoying are the new skins bc I will admit, there's some really good ones (Roze, Valeria, Price <3). Okay, the end, bye.

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

can you please write some angsty sammy that ends with him being lovey and cuddly:’) that danny one made me so sam starved hehe<3

Absolutely sweetie! 💕

Warnings: cursing, angst

“Sam, I’m really upset right now. You saw that I was uncomfortable yet you still acted like everything was fine. I clearly wanted to spend this evening with just you. Not you and your brothers. As much as I love them, I wanted to be alone with you. I thought that was pretty clear, yet you still let them invite themselves to dinner with us. We’ve spent every second of every day with them since the tour started. We haven’t had a chance to just enjoy one another. You know what, right now I feel like I’m just wasting my breath and repeating everything I said in the car. I’m going to go take a shower and go to bed. Alone.”

With a heavy sigh, you grab an oversized t-shirt and head to the bathroom. You were so mad you could scream. As you stepped into the shower, you thought back on everything that had happened that evening.

This was supposed to be an amazing night. The two of you were supposed to go to a romantic dinner. Eat some amazing food. Enjoy each other's company. Come back to the hotel and finally have some privacy. 

Of course, nothing happens to plan. When the boys caught wind that you were going to a popular local restaurant, they asked Sam if it was okay if they came too. You looked at him trying to discreetly tell him no. But, he didn’t pay any attention to you and invited them along. Sure, you could have spoken up, but you hated that you even needed to. 

When you were all at the restaurant, your annoyance with Sam festered. About midway through dinner, your attitude toward him was frosty at best. Only then did Sam notice that something was bothering you. When you all had finished, his brothers wanted to go out for a night cap. You politely declined. Sam decided that since you weren’t in the mood to go, he wouldn’t either. So, the two of you rode back to the hotel alone. 

As soon as you were buckled, Sam asked, ‘What crawled up your ass and died?’, which was all it took for you to go into what exactly was going on and why you were upset. The whole time Sam dismissing you and saying it really wasn’t that big of a deal. That of course upset you even more. So much so, that you just stopped talking for the rest of the ride back. 

When you got back to the hotel, you remained silent. All the way up in the elevator, down the hall to your room and opening your hotel room door. You silently took off your shoes and tossed them by your suitcase. Sitting down at the desk, you started taking off your jewelry. It wasn’t until you stood from the desk and started to take off your dress, that Sam broke the silence. Asking once again what made you so upset. Which led you to now. Hurt, annoyed and just wanting sleep. 

As you stepped out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and began you nightly routine. Washing off the rest of the makeup that didn’t come off in the shower. Washing your face with and acne wash and applying a night cream. Once you were done, you got dressed for bed and walked out of the bathroom. Coming out of the bathroom, your hotel room was dark and empty. Sighing, you figured Sam decided to leave and catch up with his brothers.

Crawling into bed, you laid down and closed your eyes. A few minutes passed, when you heard the lock on your door beep and the door open. Hearing the door close, you heard Sam walk up to your side of the bed.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” He asked.

Saying nothing, you turned around and faced him.

“I’m sorry I ruined your plans. I’m sorry that I didn’t even think about it when my brothers asked to come with us. I was stupid. Looking back, I really should’ve known that you planned all of that because you wanted to be alone with me. I’m sorry I dismissed your feelings. I’m sorry for being such an ass.” He said, kneeling down beside the bed. Taking your hand, he pressed it to his cheek and said, “I know you said you wanted to sleep alone tonight and I will respect that. But is there any chance you changed your mind?”

Rubbing your thumb against his cheek, you nod your head and scoot over making room for him. Sam stood and got undressed before climbing into bed with you.

“Is it okay if I hold you?” He asks.

You answer by moving close to him and wrapping your arms around him and tangling your legs together. He quickly wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on the top of your head. Sighing deeply, you feel his body relax. Rubbing his back, you look up at him. 

“I’m sorry too. I love you. I just wanted to be with you.” You say.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He says pushing the hair out of your face. “Let’s just lay here and be together.” He says giving you a kiss.

And that is exactly what you did. You spent the rest of the night and most of the next day laying in each other's arms. Relishing in the fleeting moments alone you had together.