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autism-connoisseur · 10 months

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what's your take on karkat now that you know his big secret?

genuinely amazing how his whole personality is a defense mechanism.... this guy cares he cares so much but his whole life hes had to push people away lest they Find Out.... living in constant alert ever since he had consciousness of how Different he was and how dangerous that was for him, knowing that everyone around him would cull him on the spot if they found out about It.... if im not mistaken trolls' tears are the color of their blood so he also had to repress himself to Not Cry. and for a person as emotional as karkat thats such a challenge!! not even out of sadness, or grief, but people also cry out of happiness, nostalgia, frustration, anger... those two especially i can see happening to karkat. and hed hate it.

he can be so Mean sometimes, perpetually angry... sure, it might be part of his personality, he is definitely easily irritated and prone to heat-of-the-moment decisions (like when he ran sollux's code and promptly exploded his computer and cast a curse on himself & his friends) but like i said, he's lived his entire life having to be Alert, not being able to let his guard down, because he would die if he did!! and at the same time he needs to prove himself, prove that despite being Wrong and Different he can do things!! he can be useful!!! maybe if he makes himself useful enough someone will even see him as a person and not just a mutant... thats why he is so dead set on being the leader. much like dave he has lived his whole life Needing To Be In Control Of Things (rose too, but shes more like she needs to Understand People, if she can read people correctly then she can avoid them flipping on her (no she cant that is not how it works babe)), but whereas dave is content with letting june be the leader (even if he wants to surpass her, hes very much doing his own thing anyways) karkat NEEDS to be the leader because that way he will prove that hes capable (to his friends in particular but to society as a whole, they are basically a mini representation of society anyways with each of them representing each caste).

but also he blames himself, he blames himself so much whenever anything goes slightly wrong and that feeling just gets amplified since he ran sollux's virus. it's a vicious circle for him since he needs to be in control and call the shots to feel like hes useful (defense mechanism, you wouldn't get rid of an useful pest even if he was a pest now would you?), but whenever something goes wrong under his command he freaks out (maybe relating it to his blood color? like he is Bad so this happened. also we know he takes sollux's virus's curse very seriously), he takes it as proof that He Personally Is Wrong and obviously everyone knows this, but since he doesnt want to be seen as that and he wants society to accept him without ever realizing there was a reason they shouldnt (see: also why he wanted to join the military or some part of it at the very least) he doubles on his efforts on Controlling everything.

and when he realizes they created our universe, it finally gives him a chance to be above someone. to be the powerful and not the powerless, the respected and not the shunned. its why he treats the beta kids as stupid, inferior beings, and why he constantly points out that he is their god even though he isnt (well he technically is but you get it). it mimicks the way some highbloods treat lowbloods, but where the highbloods are like that because society told them it's their natural right that they were born with, karkat does it to forget what that same society told him: that he was somehow intrinsically worse than anyone else. so bad, in fact, that he'd be better of dead. actually, he'd be so better off dead that they want him dead, that they will kill him as soon as they find him. so of course he takes the chance to not feel like that! of course he wants to feel superior! he needs to be the one above for once, he needs that control over someone instead of feeling like he needs to watch out for everything and anything. he sees a chance to not be the lowest link in the chain, and he takes it. sure, he may be a mutant, but theyre human... and not just any humans. the very same humans that doomed their session, the session karkat threw himself into because not only did it grant him escape from a planet that hated his existence (as much as he also idealized, trying to fit in, trying to not be seen as Abnormal even though all the beta trolls are Abnormal & don't fit in), it also gave him the chance to, like i said, prove himself.

he trusts his friends, he does, and he said he'd tell them his blood color eventually. but he needed to be ready and that's why both jack noir & terezi, or at least their reactions, are so important to him. neither of them shuns him, they don't attack him, they don't make fun of him of call him aberrant or do anything that most trolls would. fair, jack noir isn't a troll, and he doesn't even understand why karkat is freaking out. but when he shows him his own blood, the same color, karkat is suddenly not alone. even if red blood doesn't mean anything special to jack, to karkat it means the world to see that he is not some abomination, that the universe didn't signal him out to be different than the rest forever and always. and terezi, terezi is what really does it for him. shes somewhat high in the hemospectrum, she is someone that karkat likes (and apparently kissed! good for him because God knows the kid didn't let anyone in out of fear of being found out), she is a troll. and she doesn't mind. she even calls him adorable in the same log! the beta trolls are outcasts of the alternian society; and they are karkat's friends. that's why he was willing to tell them eventually: it was his secret to keep and his secret to share. and even if terezi found out when he wasn't ready yet, her reaction was absolutely positive. again, these kids are the furthest away from troll society as they can be, almost its opposite, which is why karkat thought about telling them, is willing to tell them. he knows hes safe with them.

ive seen people point out how his handle (carcinoGeneticist) references his sign (carcinogenesis is the process by which an organism gains cancer) and both these things represent how hes considered an anomaly & something to be rid of, something sick; i also think it's. ironic that he's the knight of blood, but i don't know enough about classpects yet to analyze that. it must have felt like a cruel joke to him, though, being told that his literal title was someone who fights for the same thing he's ostracized for. it would certainly piss me off that's for sure.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Special Interest 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You package up another pair of mitts. It’s that season where sales pick up. It’s cold and the holidays are lurking just around the corner. Your hands are achy from working your needles but you can’t complain for the uptick in demand.

Along with your crochet menagerie, you supplement your etsy shop with stickers, while pondering the prospect of cards, especially given the time of year. As overworked as your hands are, your mind feels more so.

Your computer bings. Another sale? You go around to check your open Etsy page. Nope, a message from a customer. Please don’t be a return.

It’s a message. From the vaunted Farmer’s Delight. You might be avoiding them but that doesn’t need to be a whole thing. You’re working on their order! That’s not neglect.

You open the chat, knowing to leave that little dot just hovering there would drive you crazy.

‘Hey, just checking in. Was hoping to do a pick-up soon. Maybe in the next week?’

Sigh. Great, did they not read your last message? You know you’re a bit hard to take seriously in real life but this is text. There is no height difference or age gap. You’re on even ground. You’re traversing a world of digital equity.

‘Hey. Not sure if you saw my last message but I can’t do a pick up. Please provide your mailing address and I’ll be happy to send this out. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns.’

There, firm but still customer service-y. You hit send and go back to smooth labels onto bubble packs. Another chime.

‘Like I said, mailing out here is inconsistent. I need the order as soon as possible. Please let me know a time that works for you. I need to hit the hardware store so I’ll be coming to town. We can meet there for exchange.’

Ugh. You want to punch the computer. You should just refund their order and be done with it. Even with your pick-up in sales, it’s a big chunk. You just can’t stomach giving back that much money and they didn’t even ask for their shipping fee back.

You let the message stew. They are offering a public meet-up. That seems like a good omen, at least. Friday night might work, your mom will be done work at four. That’s a decent amount of time. And it’s close to the post office.

You seal another package and leave the room, treading down the hall as you hear your mother clacking away at her keyboard. You approach cautiously. She closes the door when she’s in a meeting. You tap on the doorframe and peek through the open door.

“Mom, sorry, I don’t wanna bother–”

“All good,” she sits back and pushes up her glasses to rub her eyes, “all these emails are doing my head in.”

“Um, well, you remember that order I got. For pick-up. Could you drive me to the hardware store on Friday?”

“Friday?” She echoes.

“I figure we can stop by the post office on the way. And I’ll buy dinner. You know dad loves the gyros down at Eddie’s. It’s on our way…” You give a smile and sway, “please.”

“Sure. Sounds like a good excuse to get out. Besides, I need to grab some washer thing for the sink. I don’t know, your dad was going on about it. I’ll ask,” he flips her glasses down, “oh, that’s so nice! A big sale–” she claps her hands. “I’m so proud of you, honey.”

You raise your brows, surprised by her excitement. You remember when you quit your craft store job to buy a Cricut machine and go all in. She was less than jazzed.

“Really?”

“Of course,” she beams, standing and grabbing her empty mug, “you know, I was a bit concerned. No school, no job, but you’re a go-getter. Any man would be happy to marry someone with so many hobbies, and hobbies that pay.”

“Hobbies? Mom, this is a business. I have to pay taxes,” you back out of her way as she comes into the hall.

“I know, sweetie, but…” she glances around, “it’s still young. You don’t know if a business is a business for a few years. I’m not knocking you down, I’m trying to be realistic.”

“Mom, please, do we have to worry about five years from now? I want to see how far this goes without worrying about guys or a husband or– I can’t even order a beer yet.”

“Me and your dad married right out of high school. We never worried about all that dating stuff and it was all so simple. Trust me, once you find someone, the world will be so much clearer.”

“If it’s easier, I can get an uber on Friday,” you cross your arms and follow her towards the stairs.

“Don’t be like that. I’m being supportive. But you make sure you’re saving money. Pray the day comes and you’ll have a nice nest egg for your wedding,” she stops at the top of the stairs, “or tuition. There’s lots of cuties in college.”

“Mom,” you roll your eyes, “let’s just take it a day at a time. Friday I’ll get that order out.”

“Oh, remind me to grab some grout cleaner when we’re there too,” she points at you before she turns to descend the stairs, “the bathroom is looking a bit grimy.”

You mutter, “alright, mom,” and slowly turn away.

Everything with her comes back to that one thing. She just assumes that you’re lonely. Worse, she seems to believe you’re wasting your time on all this.

You shut your door and tramp around to your laptop. You sit on the cushioned stool and type in your reply to Farmer’s Delights; ‘Friday works for me. After four.’

Three dots pop up almost right away. Then disappear. Then appear again.

‘Sounds great. I’ll see you there.’

You send a thumbs up and close out. You have to finish packing then get back to destroying your carpal tunnel. It’s money, your mom’s right about that, but you won’t be saving for a wedding.

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gummie-cat · 11 months

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Pizza and secrets.

Desc: Charlie finds you diary and reads what you wrote about him in it.

warnings: Kissing, making out, closeted feelings, fluff, crushes

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After school you normally had Charlie over. it was a basic routine you've had in place since the 6th grade. And its now your senior year in high school and you're still doing the same practice. Today your guys agreement was to study. You both knew you wouldn't end up studying and you'd just get distracted but you enjoyed the company. Especially when its a guy you like.

You guys finally got out of school and were rushing to your car which was parked in the student lot off to the side of the school. You were so excited to get home. You absolutely HATED your school. "soooo what did you need help studying with again?" Charlie asked as soon as you guys sat down in the car. "just some homework shouldn't take long." You say as you start up your car and put some music on.

When you guys finally make it to your house the shut off the car and go inside. Both you and Charlie make a b-line to the kitchen to pig out. You see your mom sitting at the kitchen table doing some work (you assume) and say hi. "honey, me and your father are going out in a few for our anniversary. we probably wont be back until late can you please let out and feed the dog?" your mom said following slowly behind you guys as you made your way to the kitchen. "Yeah sure thing mom." You say opening the fridge and pulling out the lemonade. Charlie grabs 2 cups and slides them over to you. "Oh and by the way Charlie can stay over if you want because its a Friday." Your mom adds as she walks away going to her room to get ready.

You nod and you and Charlie walk up to your room with your stuff. "so what class is the homework for? or did you just fool me." Charlie says taking a seat at your desk and turning to face you. "I do actually have homework thank you very much. its for fucking geometry." you say sitting criss cross on your bed. "here lemme see if i can help." He says as he rolls your desk chair next to your bed. You pull out the paper and hand it to him and he takes one quick glance at it and says “yeah fuck no.” as rolls away back to your desk. “ughhhh” you exclaim as you toss the paper to the side. “ya know what. im gonna go order pizza. you stay here loser” You say as you get up and leave your room. “REMBER TO GET-“ you cut him off before he can finish “HALF PEPPERONI GOT IT.” you say marching down the stairs.

You pick up the phone and dial the local pizza place number and place your order. You then walk slowly upstairs and when you get to your bedroom door entrance you see Charlie flipping though and reading your diary. ‘SHIT. i left it out’ you think to yourself as you walk up and snatch it out of his hands. “Jesus y/n…” He says clutching his chest like you just scared him. “Stop snooping around in my room.” You tell him hitting him on the head with it. “Correction, i wasnt snooping. It just so happened to be on your desk.” He said puffing out his chest a little. You roll you eyes dramatically “are you done?” you say crossing your arms. “not yet… did you mean what you said about me? like all the ‘being jealous of kirby because im obsessed with her’?” He replies looking at you seriously. You blush and curse yourself for allowing you to leave your diary out and for this situation to happen. “Maybe…” you say nervously. Afraid of loosing a life long friendship. “So you meant what you said when you said you would kiss me?” He says. Now getting up from your desk chair and inching closer to you. “i- uhm… maybe?” You say obviously blushing even harder. You just wanted to die because of the embarrassment. If he told anyone you would never hear the end of if. “so would it be okay if i kissed you now?” He said slowly walking up to you and stroking your arm gently waiting for your response. But you’re dumbfounded. You can barely think. “y-yes…” you say growing redder and redder by the second.

He pulls you in by the jaw and kisses your lips passionately. Then he pulls back and smiles at you. “w-why’d you stop?” You say looking up into his eyes. “because i wanted to make sure you were okay and i didn’t want to assume you wanted to make out… which now im sensing was what you thought was going to happen.” He said smiling softly chuckling lightly. “I mean I did but like only if you wanted to because i want you to fee-“ you’re cut of by his mouth making contact with yours again. But a lot more aggressive this time. You quickly gather a rhythm and he starts to slip you his tongue. God you’re melting and your core is starting to become soaked just from getting touched the tiniest bit. He bites your lip and you whimper. He quickly swallows your whimpers and grins against your mouth. He starts to walk you back towards the bed and you fall on your back. He pins you to the bed and he starts kissing you. Slowly moving down to your jaw and then you neck to find your sweet spot. He knows he finds it because you whimper his name weakly. And once he finds it he abuses it. He starts sucking and nibbling quickly relieving the bite with his tongue. Meanwhile your whimpering his name as you become needy and sensitive. Suddenly you hear the doorbell. The pizza. He lifts his head from your neck and turns back around to face your bedroom door. “That must be the pizza huh?” He says looking back at you and grinning. “yeah uhm we should probably…” you say gesturing to your guys’s position. “Oh yeah right.” He says getting up and stumbling a little bit. Scratching the back of his next nervously he has a stupid look on his face. You cant help but give him a little smile before running down and paying for the pizza and bringing it back up to your room. You find charlie waiting on the bed for you. You bring the pizza box over and pop a movie on your tv. But its just background noise as you snuggle up into his arms. “ya know… im not obsessed with kirby.” He speaks up over the stupid show you guys are watching. “huh? what do you mean?” You say lifting your head to look at him. “I mean i wasn’t obsessed with kirby this whole time… i was obsessed with you. It was just a cover up. I love you” you snuggle up more into his side. “ I love you too Charlie.” You slowly close your eyes and fall asleep.

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word count: 1200 words

A/N: okay so it wasnt really smut but this is what i wanted to start it off with. I’ll work on one thats a lil more smutty next time but yeah hope you enjoyed :) I know this is a bjt short but ive been having sum writers block so i hope you enjoyed!!

this was also posted to my wattpad @Alex66035

#charlie walker x reader #charlie walker smut #scream #scream 4

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malice-ov-mercy · 7 months

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Dangerous

*REPOST FROM MAIN BLOG*

Summary: Don’t look at Noah’s girl—friend or colleague be damned.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

Content warning: 18+! Implied criminal organization, Possessive/Jealous/Asshole Noah, mention of killing people (but no actual depictions/descriptions, though a slight Attempt of Jolly’s life is made but it’s really more of a threat), knives, brief mention of blood, mild spice but no smut (a spice that kind just makes you go oh!)

A/N: Inspiration taken from this post by @starsomens

Part 2

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Noah didn’t understand why Jolly continued to test him. He knew damn well how he felt about this girl, that he was absolutely smitten and head over heels. Sure it wasn’t an ideal situation to have put himself in, she could easily become a target—but the way she smiled at him, clung to him, how she turned him into putty to get anything she wanted, sent him into a frenzy every time. He was dangerously in love with her.

It was asinine for anyone to try and stake a claim to her when Noah already had his claws sunk deep in her heart and mind. He would scorch everything for her—even if it meant losing everything he’s spent years building with the boys. Jolly knew that, everyone around him knew that. She was his number one priority. His crew was second, job third.

Truthfully, none of them had to do this anymore. At this point, they did it for routine and enjoyment. They’d been incredibly successful and lucky enough in their work to never have to work a day in their lives again. People always say crime doesn’t pay, but for them, it’s paid very well and handsomely. Noah planned to get her the shiniest and biggest ring he could find. Even if it cost him an arm and a leg. She was worth every dime. She deserved to be showered in the finest gems and jewels.

Yet still, despite knowing Noah’s plan, Jolly insisted on flirting with her. His hugs always lingered a little too long. He always stared too much. It was clear to everyone that he had a thing, but no one said anything—except Noah. Jolly feigned ignorance. It’s like he wanted Noah to kill him. Maybe he had a death wish he wasn’t aware of. If Jolly kept up his stupid game, Noah may just have to fulfill it.

“I’ve not seriously threatened to kill you in years,” Noah said, venom evident in his voice. If looks could kill, Jolly would be dead where he stood. “So back off before we lose a vital member of our team, okay?”

Jolly says nothing. He just keeps his eyes locked onto Noah’s. They’re filled with hate—pure, unadulterated hate. Jolly knows that look very well, though he’s never been on the receiving end. He knows his friend is deathly serious, but he still wants to push his luck.

“She’s her own person. Surely—“

His words are cut short as he feels the tip of a knife just below his ribs. Noah raises a brow at him.

“Are you sure you want to finish that sentence Jolly?”

Noah pushes the knife a little more. He can’t help the sick, sinister grin that spreads across his face seeing Jolly grimace. He hadn’t stuck him, but he may have nicked his skin. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little tempted to plunge the blade into Jolly’s side. He warned that man countless times about staying away from her. This is the first time though that he’d seriously considered killing him over it—friend and colleague be damned. However, that would leave quite a mess on his expensive carpet. But still, Jolly needed to learn.

“Now, fuck off and go do your job,” Noah spits as he discreetly puts his knife away. Jolly’s deep breath and glare makes him scoff. He flips Noah off and walks away. “And if I see you near her again—“

A different knife whirs past Jolly’s head and sticks into the wall. He stands there shocked. He can feel blood trickle from a small cut on his cheek. It’s a good thing he had his hair up or else he may have gotten an unwanted haircut.

“I’ve killed for more and killed for less, Jolly. It’d be wise of you to remember that—and who.”

Jolly whips around, anger bubbling in his stomach at the satisfied smug smirk on Noah’s face.

“You’re fucking insane, you know that?!”

“So I’ve been told.”

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You leap to your feet when Jolly comes out of Noah’s office. He looks royally pissed off. The smile he gives you doesn’t reach his eyes like it usually does. He greets you all the same, though something feels off.

“Is everything okay? Did I get you in trouble?” You asked concerned. His smile softens.

“No, no of course not! Loverboy’s just in a mood is all.”

You don’t fully believe him but accept his answer anyway.

“Okay,” is all you say, offering a small smile.

“There’s that beautiful smile! The one that would start endless wars!” Jolly teases.

Your smile widens and you look down at your feet. He’s always been so kind to you. The door to Noah’s office opens. You look up and are greeted by Noah’s smile and dark eyes. He was always so happy to see you. He made you feel like you were the only woman in the entire universe.

“(Y/N)! My precious little treasure!” He said cheerfully. It made your heart skip. “Come in! I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day!”

You waved goodbye to Jolly. He half heartedly smiled and nodded. Noah’s eyes stared daggers at him.

“Jolly.” Noah said his name rather harshly.

“Yep.”

Jolly sighed heavily, shoving his hands in his pockets as he made his way down the hall.

You look between the two, concern evident on your face. Noah noticed and gently hooked a finger under your chin, coaxing your face towards him. He grinned sweetly at you. His eyes fell to your lips, lingering on them for a while. Heat spread across your cheeks when he placed his thumb on them. He leaned forward until you were face to face. Noah’s eyes came back to yours. There was a deep desire and lust in them that made your knees weak.

“How have you been?” His voice low and sultry. The heat of his breath on your lips made you dizzy.

“Uhm,” you started. The hungry smirk on his face as you felt his thumb slightly dip between your lips set your body ablaze. You felt like you were floating

“The thoughts that are running through my mind right now,” Noah’s other hand slides down to your waist and pulls you flush against him. He moves his thumb back to your chin and tilts your head up. “Step into my office.”

Noah doesn’t allow any space between you. He walks backwards into his office, carefully pulling you with him. When your both inside, he take his hand off your waist and pushes the door closed. He keeps it planted above you so he’s looking down at you. His other hand still feather light under your chin.

“You never answered my question,” he husked, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. I missed you though.”

He smiles. His head dips low again and presses his forehead to yours. He placed a soft kiss on your lips. He nuzzled your cheek then moved to your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume deeply.

“I missed you too,” he whispered against your neck.

“Are— are you and Jolly okay?” You quietly asked.

“We’re fine,” Noah brushed his lips against your skin, “Nothing to worry your gorgeous head about, my treasure.”

Noah smiled, relishing in the way your breathing faltered when he slid his knee between your legs.

“Besides,” he brought his lips back to yours, teasing you, “We have so much catching up to do.”

You gasp breathlessly as his mouth closes on your neck. He nips at the skin then kisses it tenderly. You grab at his sides, sinking your nails in his shirt. The corners of his mouth curl and he bites your neck a little harder. One of his hands comes to rest on your hip while the other ever so slightly creeps under the hem of your shirt. His touch is light.

“Noah…” you moaned.

His hand crept further up at the sound of his name. You sounded so needy.

“Hm?” He hummed against your neck.

You struggled to get your words out. He was so persistent with peppering your neck with little kisses and bites. You groaned loudly when he bit the spot, sucking just long and hard enough that there would be a mark.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)?” He whispered in your ear, “Cat got your tongue?”

“I-I’m sorry i-if me hanging out w-w-with Jolly has you upset with him. I-it was my idea and—“

“(Y/N),” Noah cuts you off, firmly grabbing your jaw.. His eyes are dark, dangerous. You haven’t seen that look much, but you knew what it meant.

“I don’t want to talk about Jolly right now, okay?”

You nod. His gaze softens and he smiles.

“Good. Now… where were we?”

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #Noah Sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omen fanfic

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alexblue29 · 7 months

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You know what I need to see?

Foolish finally lashing out.

This man has given everything for his kid and his boyfriend. Vegetta left, Foolish promised to wait for him and he still says he'll always wait for him to come back.

This man is the DEFINITION OF LOYAL OKAY!

He trusted his friends so much and they stabbed him in the back and accused him of cheating on Vegetta when it was a completely different issue.

And still, he still helps them because hey, maybe if he's good enough they'll stop.

And now Leo's gone too.

And what's the first thing he did when he found out?

Laugh.

He laughed because, no! No Leo's not gone, it's a prank they'll be back you'll see.

And then the days kept going and Leo was not coming home.

What does he do?

He keeps waiting.

Believing.

Because that's what he does. He puts on a smile and makes everyone believe he's okay and makes jokes. And it works. No one checks on him.

Until it finally starts getting to him.

He focuses on the titan because god damnit he needs to finish it before Leo comes back, imagine how happy she'll be when she sees it all done!

He seeks out the others less and less. They never bothered to check on him anyway, so why would he keep wasting his time?

Then he starts to space out more and more. Fit and Tubbo come to see him from time to time, they noticed.

Foolish was stuck silently circling through an album full of pictures of him, Leo and Vegetta when Fit yelled out for him when he warped to his home. Foolish didn't click out of the album until Fit was right in front of him.

Whenever he's around the others and they mention the kids, he spaces out. Sometimes he makes a joke or two, but not as often.

Foolish was talking to Fit about his fishing trip and showed him the god fishing rod he found. Fit said he should keep it to gift to someone since Foolish already had one. When Fit asked who does he knows who loves fishing, Foolish's voice cracked,

"Leo does."

Fit noticed right away. He apologized. Foolish never reacted that way when his kid was brought up, it surprised him.

Foolish is mentioning more and more memories about Leo but not like he did before. No, before it was joyful, it was in a 'I can't wait to see her again, she loves this' way. Now it's mournful. It's 'Oh she loved this and that.'

Loved.

Foolish, who we know as the God of death or God of totems or whatever you know him as.

Foolish who always jokes and promises that everything will be okay, just wait.

Foolish is losing hope.

Fuck, Vegetta's been gone for months and the one time he came back online, Foolish wasn't even there. He hasn't seen his beloved in months.

He can't even trust or confide in his friends because, why would they take him seriously.

And now his daughter's gone too.

And he's truly alone.

So, what does a father do when he's lost the hope that his beloved would come back?

He lashes out.

We've seen what he can do in dsmp. When he wants to he can royally fuck someone's life.

Listen to me.

Foolish. Needs. To. Lash. Out.

To. Fucking. Lose. It.

Because get this, the second he does, Bad will follow. They may say they hate each other but they care and they are more similar than they'd like.

Foolish is on the brink of losing it.

Bad is on the brink of losing it.

Soon one of them will snap, and the other will be right behind.

Maybe then the feds will realize they messed with the wrong people.

After all, who would've thought an omen of death and a demon would be so similar?

And don't even get me fucking started with Roier and Jaiden.

Someone reblogged and mentioned what happened with Mouse last night.

I was not aware.

I'm pissed. (At the characters not the ccs, I love them)

Mouse said that Foolish doesn't even care that Leo's gone.

sigh

Now. Foolish laughed because that's his reaction when something takes him by suprised.

He laughed for a second and then his face dropped.

His smile was gone. His eyes were dull.

Like a switch that was flipped.

Because how dare she? How dare she say he didn't care about his daughter when she was all he had left?!

She's never even met Leo! She's never seen how dedicated Foolish wa-is towards her! All she has to base herself on in what others have said.

So lose it, Foolish. Lose it and I promise, you'll have a fucking army behind you cheering you on.

#alexblue's rambles #qsmp #qsmp eggs #foolish gamers #qsmp foolish #qsmp fitmc #qsmp leonarda #qsmp vegetta #qsmp tubbo #qsmp huevos

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Poise Counterpoise (Tech x F!Reader)

Summary: Tech's first date with you has him shaking in his boots. Sequel to Point Counterpoint.

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader.

Rating: 🌶 Explicit 🌶

Word Count: ~5.8k.

Warnings: Mention of domestic violence, mild violence, PiV sex.

"Got no time," is what you're known to say I'll make you wish there was forty-eight hours to each day Your problem is you ain't been loved like you should What I got to give will sure 'nough do you good...

---

Tech would have been on time to meet you. And then Cid had a "quick" mission for them that wasn't so quick and Echo tripped an alarm.

And then they get back and Hunter lets slip that Tech has a date, and Cid sneers in disbelief.

"And you're going in that?" She throws a handful of credits at him. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, Goggles: on the corner of Pinnacle and Fifty-Seventh is a department store. You’re gonna go in and buy a pair of slacks with a crease down the front. Then you’re gonna buy a nice shirt. One with buttons and a collar. Then you’re gonna put them on and then you’re gonna pick her up. Got it?”

The shirt is itchy. The pants are stiff. But they’re civvies and color coordinated and, apparently, that’s what matters. He finds some comfort in his boots and the belt around his waist, but it's not much.

His stomach is full of fuzz as he climbs the stairs to your apartment, step by agonizing step. As he raises his hand to press the buzzer, his limbic system finally hits its tipping point and his joints seize up.

He’s making a mistake, the little voice of self-doubt mutters.

It’s hard to ignore that voice. It’s instinct. It’s experience. It saved his life a thousand times before as a soldier of the Republic and it will a thousand times again as a soldier of fortune.

But this is not the battlefield. And this isn’t mercenary work. This is a man taking a woman out on a date -- vice versa, actually. You're the one with the steady job. All the money he makes goes to ship repairs and rations.

Another reason to not like him, the voice says. No money, no prospects, no normal life. Should’ve added that to the list. Maybe you would have listened to reason then.

...no, you wouldn’t have. You knew what you wanted and you knew what he needed. To be told to shut up and kiss you. You’re a very self-assured woman. He likes that about you.

And realistically, what’s the worst that could happen? You’ve been friends for weeks. You’ve sat through him prattling on about things countless times. Now there’s just an added physical element. Shouldn’t be hard to account for.

A snatch of music reaches his ears, coming from an open window. It’s a cheerful, upbeat tune he’s heard on the radios around town, about going dancing with a partner.

He can see it clearly in his mind’s eye, you mouthing the words and dancing around the ‘fresher as you fix your hair and put on your makeup. It sounds like something you would do.

It makes his heart flip, and the sudden burst is just enough for him to override the lock on his joints and ring the buzzer.

After a moment, the door opens, and he’s greeted with a strange sight.

He’s met your little brother before. Being around Omega’s age, Phthalo lives with your parents, but he often comes by your apartment to ‘hang,’ as he puts it. Probably something to do with you having a faster holonet connection.

Right now, he’s clad in a fluffy bathrobe and chewing on a brightly-colored plastic pipe. He regards Tech with narrowed eyes. “Hello, Mr. Tech,” he says in a deep voice.

Odd, but probably not a threat. “Phthalo,” he says with a nod. “Is your sister here?”

“She might be.” His eyes narrow even more. “And what exactly are your intentions with her, young man?”

He knows not to take Phthalo too seriously. Where Omega is an outlier in terms of maturity for her age, Phthalo is at the very top of the bell curve. "We are getting dinner," he says, "though I'm not sure where. She knows the city better than I do."

A string of soap bubbles emerges from the bowl of the pipe as Phthalo blows on it. "I see, I see. And then, no doubt, followed by a trip..." He yanks the pipe from his mouth and jabs it at him. "...to Lovers' Lane?!"

Tech is now confused. He adjusts his goggles. "I... am not sure. Perhaps. Whatever she should desire. I am new to this and am following her lead."

The suspicious look melts away, replaced by surprise. His voice jumps back up to its usual pubescent timbre. "You've never been on a date?" Tech shakes his head, and Phthalo blinks. "Dang, really? Like, never ever?"

He shakes his head again. "As a member of a commando unit, I was afforded neither time nor opportunity to pursue interpersonal activities."

Phthalo whistles. “Bummer.” He pauses, then looks Tech up and down. “Gonna keep it a hundred with you: you look like an egghead.”

Tech blinks. Phthalo often uses slang that is lost on him and this is no different. “Am I correct in assuming that is a bad thing?”

“I mean, I guess, but, like, that’s her type.” He leans against the doorjamb. “Last three guys she dated were all eggheads. 'Cept Dyer. He was more of a pointy egg 'cause of the horns...”

Before Tech can even respond to that, he’s distracted by a shout.

"Phthalo!" you bark.

You skid out of the 'fresher and into view, dressed in the most beautiful blouse he's ever seen. Flowing, sunset-colored fabrics cascade down your torso, and you wear a simple pair of blue jeans that hug your hips impeccably. Your sandals have lifts, as seems to be the current style, and your painted toes peek out.

You look absolutely stunning. It's a shame you're so mad.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You pause, then squint at him. "And why are you wearing my robe?!"

Phthalo is unbothered. He lowers his voice again and blows on the pipe. "Telling this young man what I expect of him. You're a respectable young lady, and I won’t have him ruining the good name of this family.”

You spit something in your native tongue, and he replies in turn. Tech is unfamiliar with the language, but it's lilty and melodic punctuated with little pops and clicks. He's been debating purchasing a translation module, but is unsure if that would come off as an encroachment of your privacy.

You switch back into Basic. "Don't you have homework or something to be doing?"

"Joke's on you, sister. It's the weekend."

You give him a dry look as you step outside. "Just be home by dark so Mom doesn’t yell at me. And take my robe off."

“Yes ma’am.” He strikes a salute. His form is poor, but Tech keeps that to himself. "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do," he says, “but if you do, name it--”

You close the door on him with a roll of your eyes. Finally, you turn your attention to Tech. "I am so sorry."

You pause as you see him, looking him up and down -- your gaze in particular seems to linger on his biceps. Your eyes widen slightly, and you suck in a subtle breath.

"Well, don’t you clean up nice," you say, a smile gracing your lips.

He’s suddenly aware of the heat in his cheeks. His tongue feels fat and heavy. “You too,” he says. “Er, that’s not to say that you do not always dress well. I just-- erm--”

You giggle, and it’s the most wonderful sound he’s ever heard. “C’mon, let’s bounce.”

You shoulder your purse and, before he realizes it, you’ve wrapped your arm around his and slipped your fingers into his hand. Your body presses closely to his, and he can feel every warm, soft curve from your shoulders to your hips.

Then you lay your other hand on his arm. You pause, then give a squeeze. “Oh,” you say, eyes widening.

Oddly, it’s his respiratory system that seizes up this time. His breath catches in his throat and he makes the slightest hrph noise.

He's frozen there a moment, staring at you as you stare at him. You have the most beautiful eyes. A whole load of butterflies flap around in his gut, crashing into each other and his abdominal walls. He really wishes they’d go away.

You’re the first to snap out of it, though you still seem quite stricken. Your words come out in a squeaky tumble. “Nice guns you got here.”

He’s red as a Togruta right now. He can feel it. He says the first thing that comes to mind. “Part of the genetic manipulation performed on clones is reducing the amount of visceral and subcutaneous fat necessary for metabolic processes,” he says.

The wonder in your eyes vanishes, replaced by the familiar curiosity he’s used to seeing. “Huh. So where do you store all your energy?”

Familiar territory. He remembers how to move his legs. “I am unsure of the specifics, but it has to do with mitochondria...”

---

As a clone, Tech has low standards for food. He’s perfectly content to eat ration packs three meals a day, and the food in the Tipoca City mess was only a few steps above that in quality. He’s also used to eating only enough to give him a few hours’ strength -- sometimes having to make do with even less.

So when the waiter places a sandwich half as big as his head in front of him, he’s more than a little cowed.

Fortunately, you seem to find his surprise charming. “Never had a bantha burger before?”

He lifts the topmost bun and examines the contents. Vividly-colored sauces, at least three kinds of fresh vegetables, and a thick patty of bantha beef, seared and dripping with juices.

His stomach growls like a territorial nexu. Very rarely does it do that.

“...Excuse me if I make a mess,” he says.

“Likewise,” you say, picking up your own sandwich. “I always need a pile of napkins when I come here.”

The sandwich crunches and squelches as you bite into it. Juice runs down your chin, and your lips glisten with fat. Setting it back down, you take a napkin and swipe it along your mouth. It’s a wonder how that lipstick is staying on.

You let out a contented hum as you swallow. “Stars, I’ve been craving one of these all week,” you say.

He takes a deep breath. Carefully, he picks the sandwich up and takes a bite.

Soft bread. Crispy greens. Tangy sauce. Sour pickles. Fatty, juicy meat. It overwhelms his palate. As he chews, it all blends together into a melodious symphony of texture and flavor.

He swallows and has to take a moment to compose himself. He notices you staring, brows raised and your lips pursed.

“Told you it was good,” you say.

His cheeks burn. He swipes a napkin across his mouth. “I am very unused to this type of meal,” he says. “My apologies.”

“I refuse to accept them,” you say. You slide over the little paper tray of unsnips, sliced into matchsticks and fried golden brown, and a little cup of sauce. “Try this next. Dip it in the pink stuff.”

He does so. It’s fatty and starchy and salty and the sauce is the same tangy stuff as what was in the sandwich. He’s picked up a second one before he’s even conscious of it.

You giggle as you pick one up for yourself. “I like dunking mine in my milkshake,” you say as you dip it into your drink. “The milk cuts the... the greasy feeling a bit.”

“Unctuous,” he says. You raise a brow. “The technical term for something being oily.”

You glance at the unsnip, then purse your lips and nod your head. “It cuts the unctuous feeling,” you say with a wiggle of your head.

His stomach flips. His heart beats faster. Say something. Anything. “Fat is one of the flavors a Humanoid tongue can detect, in addition to the more well-known sweet and salty.”

You take an unsnip and dip it into your teaberry milkshake, then place it in your mouth. “It’s sweet, salty, sour, bitter, and savory, right?”

“Correct. And you did not include spice, which is also correct.”

You smile and wave your hand. “I paid attention in bio,” you say. “It’s pain receptors, not taste buds.”

He nods. “Mint produces a similar effect, albeit in the opposite direction.”

“Now that I didn’t know.” You rest your hand on your chin and smile at him. “Tell me more, professor.”

His heart jumps into his throat and he almost chokes on the unsnip he was swallowing. He’s unused to such curiosity being directed at him. And especially not by such a pretty woman.

It feels fantastic.

His mind races. He could tell you more about taste -- the stinger of a Yalbec queen tastes like browned sage butter, allegedly. Or how bitterness is a common characteristic of compounds poisonous to Humanoids, hence why it’s not a popular flavor -- and why Humanoids don’t typically find Toydarian cuisine appetizing. Or maybe you’d like to hear about the anesthetic qualities of capsaicin, something Wrecker found out the hard way when he accidentally got a mouthful of bacta.

You’d likely find that amusing. He reaches up to adjust his goggles...

...and smears grease all over the lens. Damn.

You wince. "Oops. Need a napkin?"

He sighs, inwardly cursing himself. Idiot. "Please," he says. He pulls them from his head, smearing everything around.

You hand him a napkin and he gets to scrubbing. He has to hold them close to his face to see his progress. It only really seems to smear things around, but it slowly begins to improve.

"Astigmatism?" you ask. "Or just blind as an ashbat?"

"One begets the other." He huffs. "Would you hand me another napkin?"

"I'll go grab some more," you say, standing up. But before you depart, you lean down to peer at him. "Huh."

He raises a brow at you. "What?"

"Nothing, just..." You pause. "Not used to seeing you without them."

"Do they affect my appearance that much?" he asks.

You shrug. "I mean, you look good either way," you say as you turn away.

Heat rises in his cheeks. He looks up to respond, but you’re already walking away.

He can barely see, but what he can see, he likes. You’re on the softer side and carry most of your weight in your hips, giving them a gentle plumpness. He’s noticed it before, but perhaps the blue jeans accentuate your figure just so.

Something... base pools in his groin. He wants to grab it and touch it and squeeze it. Your thighs, too. Oh, and your breasts...

He swallows and shakes his head. Dangerous thoughts. He returns his attention to his goggles.

As he looks up, he’s met with a concerning sight.

A burly figure is following you back to the booth. He can't see your face, but your crossed arms and stiff posture betray your agitation. You don’t look scared, but you grow tenser with each word he says.

“...I still got some of your modeling stuff,” the man says as you slide into your seat. “I could drop it off sometime.”

“Keep it,” you say tersely. You place the napkins on the table and Tech takes one.

He ignores Tech. “You spent so much on that plastoid, though.” He goes to touch one of your braids, but you push his hand away. “Be a shame for it to go to waste.”

“I’m not telling you where I live,” you snap. You turn to face him, brows furrowed into a glare. “Now put an egg in your shoe and beat it. I'm on a date.”

The man's body language shifts. He straightens up, his jaw setting. His shoulders tense as he turns to Tech.

Tech places his goggles back on his head and everything becomes clear. You scowl and roll your eyes as the man -- a Zabrak, it seems -- looks Tech up and down with a raised brow.

Finally, he sneers. “You got terrible taste in men,” he says to you.

“Yeah, well, I dated you, so I already knew that,” you say curtly. You punctuate the insult with a sip of your milkshake.

So this is that ex partner of yours Phthalo mentioned. Dyer, he recalls. Wonderful.

Dyer tenses again. He balls his fist. “Seriously, you dump me because you want someone more stylish, and then turn around and take this guy out?"

You hit the table with your fist and jump to your feet, jamming your finger into Dyer’s chest. "I dumped you because you slapped me for being 'mouthy,'" you spit.

Tech isn't prone to strong emotions, but the disgust rising in his throat is impossible to ignore.

"An expected response from someone of his personality," he says. "Good idea to terminate the relationship."

Dyer snaps his head back towards him. "'Scuse me?"

He adjusts his goggles as he stands. "Based on your proclivity to violence and attempt to insult me, I can only conclude that you are insecure in your masculinity."

Dyer gives him a stare that is equally bemused and icy. "...what?"

"Your behavior is typical for an insecure male. Perhaps you’re compensating for something.”

You make a snrrk noise and clap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to not laugh. The fact you’re not scared brings him some relief.

Dyer doesn’t say a word, rage simmering behind his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he snatches your milkshake from your hand, removes the cover, and splashes it onto Tech’s shirt.

And now, along with disgust, there’s ire rising in his throat. Sour, petty ire.

“What the hell?!” you shriek. You grab his arm and, this time, you don’t pause to appreciate the musculature. “C’mon, we don’t have to take this--”

He waves you off. “I appreciate it, but I can handle myself.” He crosses his arms. “He is not a threat to me.”

Dyer scoffs. He steps closer to Tech, enough that their chests touch. “You wanna make a bet on that?”

Tech takes a step back. Dyer follows. “If you’re looking for a fight, look elsewhere. I have no desire to injure you.”

With his thumb, Dyer cracks his knuckles. “Yeah, but I do.”

He takes another step. Again, Dyer follows. “As I stated previously, you are clearly attempting to compensate for something. An undersized phallus, perhaps.”

A number of things happen at once. Dyer swings. Tech ducks to the side. Grabbing his arm, he uses the other man’s momentum to swing him to the side, sending him careening into an occupied table. It collapses beneath him, and a shower of sandwiches and milkshakes rain upon his head.

Satisfied, he turns his attention back to you. “My apologies for that.”

“Meh. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” you say with a wave of your hand. You look at the waiter who has just emerged from the kitchen. “Can we get a doggie bag over here?”

---

Showers are nice. Hot showers are even better. Private hot showers in a crystal clean ‘fresher with Nubian Sunrise-scented soaps and fluffy purple towels are a luxury that Tech has never experienced.

He wishes he hadn’t. Nothing will ever be as good as this.

You'd insisted that he return with you to your apartment so you could wash his clothes and get him clean. Dyer's your ex and you feel the need to take some responsibility.

“My building’s got a laundry room anyways, so it’s no big deal,” you’d said. “So hop in the shower before you get sticky. Toss your clothes out the door and I’ll grab ‘em.”

He goes as quickly as he can, but even then he worries that he’s taken too long. He sees no change of clothes, so he settles for wrapping the towel around his waist.

He calls your name as he exits the ‘fresher, but you’re nowhere to be seen. Not on your bed, nor on your sofa, nor at your drafting table. You live in a studio, so it’s not like there’s anywhere else you could be hiding.

Time for reconnaissance. Or, as Echo would call it, incessant snooping.

He’s subtle about it. He only looks closely at things that aren’t already hidden, and he doesn’t move anything around in any drawers or cabinets.

He gleans a few insights about you. A holopic on your desk depicts you in a graduation cap, standing between a pair of older men and a pair of older women, all beaming. Your parents and grandparents, most likely. Phthalo likely took the picture, given his absence.

You have an impressive collection of sound slugs of all varieties. Quenk jazz, glimmik, even a compilation of Mon Calamari ballet suites. But most of them are knuff records -- the sleeve of the slug currently in your player is Too Much Is Never E’knuffadelic by a group called, fittingly, Knuffadelic.

But most intriguing are the little model ships everywhere. There’s a Venator sitting on top of your refrigerator and a little corvette on top of your stereo, amongst other ships and places. On your caf table even appears to be a very familiar Omicron-class attack shuttle, complete with modifications. The craftsmanship is careful and particular, and the only thing it needs is a coat of paint.

He’s making a note to himself to check the type of paint they used on the Marauder when the door opens. He hears the clop of your sandals before he sees you. “Sorry that took so long,” you shout. “The washing machine ate my creds, so I had to call the super to get it fixed.”

You go quiet, and he looks up at you. Your eyes are huge and your mouth dropped open. Your gaze wanders all over his body. Of particular interest seems to be, once again, his arms.

“Welcome back,” he says simply. He points to the mini Marauder. “Did you make this?”

“I-- gyeh-- yes,” you say without taking your eyes off of his arms.

"The craftsmanship is remarkable. I look forward to seeing it finished." He pauses. "I must say, your preoccupation with my biceps is fascinating.”

You sputter a bit before finding your words. "You're just-- You’ve always got all that armor on and--” You take a deep breath. “I had no idea you were so... toned."

Huh. Interesting. He's always considered himself leaner than his brothers, but that may just be the fact that everyone looks small next to Wrecker. He gives his arm a bend, watching the muscle flex. "I suppose I am."

Your eyes continue sweeping him. "...You got nice shoulders, too. And pecs. And abs. You're just..." Your gaze creeps back up to meet his own. “Can I... touch you?”

He's not sure what starts the smolder in his belly. It might be the fire in your eyes, or your teeth biting your lip, or the way you run the pad of your thumb along your fingernails.

But he likes it. He likes it a lot.

“You may,” he says quietly.

Your breath catches. He worries you might sputter again, but you don’t. Stepping close, you lay your palms on his collarbone. Your hands are warm and soft, and the way you slide your fingertips along his skin makes him shiver.

The smolder catches fire, filling his chest with smoke and his groin with heat. He fights to keep his breathing even and, to keep his cock from springing upwards, grips the towel around his waist tightly.

You step closer, your breasts just barely touching his chest, as you move your touch down to his pectorals. You linger on the scars there, pale and puckered. He remembers every one: shrapnel from a grenade on Ando. A sniper round meant for Hunter on Yephus. Electric shock from a zap skate on Mon Cala.

Unfortunately, you stop on the one he’s actually embarrassed by. He cuts you off before you can ask the question. “Accidentally stabbed myself during a training exercise,” he says. “Not my finest moment.”

You giggle, scrunching your eyes into little half-moons. “And here I was starting to think that you were perfect.”

His cock twitches. Hard. A breathy grunt escapes him as it pokes your thighs.

Based on the way your brows rise, you noticed. Your cheeks darken as you glance down, chest falling and rising faster than before.

You trail your fingers downwards, tracing the valley between his abdominal muscles. Thank the Maker he's not ticklish.

You stop at the edge of the towel. Your gaze flickers up to his, an unspoken question on your lips.

He's used to being naked in front of other people. But the prospect of suddenly being exposed to you gives him pause. The self doubt starts up again. What if you don't like it? What if he doesn't measure up? What if--?

He releases the towel before he can talk himself out of it.

He's not fully hard. But he's getting there. Freed from its constraint, his cock bobs and twitches. The smooth head shines in the light.

You suck in a breath. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips. He knows what you're feeling, but a combination of ego and insecurity makes him ask.

"Am I... adequate?" he rasps.

Your answer comes in the form of grabbing his cock at the base and pumping. He covers his mouth with his hand in an attempt to stifle a groan. He fails.

You freeze and release him. "I'm sorry," you say quickly. "I'll stop."

He speaks with a voice that isn't his, hoarse and husky and full of desperation. "Don't. Please."

You stare at him, breathing heavily. "What do you want me to do?" you whisper.

He swallows. "Whatever you like."

It's like flipping a switch. Your unease evaporates and you push him backwards until he hits your sofa. His hands go to your waist as you straddle him, your mouth pressing against his.

This kiss isn’t like the first one he'd shared with you. That one was innocent and misty as a Nabooian spring morning. But this one... This one is the height of a rainy summer noontime. Hot. Steamy. Desperate.

His tongue dances with yours, first this way and then that. You lay your hands on his jaw as you give his lips a nip. Grinding into his lap, you press your plush pelvis against his hard cock.

“I want you,” you whisper. “I really, really want you.”

Sweet stars, he wants you to. He tries to tell you as much, but all that comes out is a tight groan.

You grab the hem of your blouse, yanking it up over your head. You’re not particularly buxom, but your breasts are soft and round as they fill your brassiere, and they jiggle as you toss the blouse to the floor.

Every movement sends a slight ripple through them. Hypnotized, he reaches up to touch them. They fill his hands wonderfully, and they give when he squeezes.

You let out a sweet coo as he kneads them. “Like what you see?” you breathe. He nods, too dumbstruck to speak. “Wanna see the rest?”

No need to ask twice. He reaches behind you to unlatch the hooks and the fabric falls away, revealing two dark areolas with stiffened peaks.

As if his cock couldn’t get any harder. One could cut ur-diamonds with it now.

Wrapping his arms around you, he bucks up into you with a groan. He’s barely able to resist the urge to shove his face between your breasts. He can’t imagine his goggles would feel good pressing into you like that.

...and then you grab the back of his head and shove him in there anyways.

Warm. Soft. Smells nice. Even better than he expected. His cock leaks against you, dampening your pants.

He tries to apologize, but you put a finger to his lips before you shimmy your blue jeans off. He’s expecting to see underwear, but you either aren’t wearing any or managed to get them off with your pants. He doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know because right now he’s looking at your pussy.

He knows what humanoid female anatomy looks like. But somehow the real thing is even better than the textbooks, the pictures, the holos he watches when no one else is around.

You keep yourself untrimmed and unruly, but the outline of your slit is visible. You reach down to part your lower lips and he catches a glimpse of the flushed flesh between.

He wastes no time. He holds his cock steady while you lower yourself onto it.

Tech has never had sex. He's not embarrassed by it. It is what it is. There was no time or opportunity for interpersonal relationships, and he's not one for a fling.

He assumed it was just a step up from masturbating. Stimulation leading to orgasm.

He was wrong. It's a feast for the senses.

Your pussy is hot and wet, making obscene noises as you bounce up and down. With a flex of your muscles, you clench him tight, enveloping his cock in smooth, warm heat.

"Holy Maker, finally," you moan.

The sheer implication of that phrase makes him groan. He's unused to being desired. Grabbing your soft hips, he guides you up and down his cock.

Bracing one hand against the back of the sofa, you dip the other between your curls. You rub as he thrusts, making noises like a tooka.

In out, up and down. The cool air as you rise and the wet heat as you fall. The bounce of your breasts and the roll of your hips.

He never wants to leave this moment. Buried deep inside of you, your eyes closed in bliss and your lips pursed in pleasure.

Head falling back, he moans your name, long and loud. You return the compliment, pressing your mouth to his ear and drawing one syllable into two.

His chest heats up. His cock tightens. He thinks he might faint. “G-Gonna...”

You pull away to rest your forehead on his, looking into his eyes. Your pupils reduce your irises to thin rings. “Hold on,” you huff. “Almost...”

He bites the inside of his cheek until he feels your pussy pulse. You let out a whine and he can't hold it anymore. He whimpers your name, sounding absolutely pathetic.

“Please,” he rasps.

You grab him by the hair and jerk his head away to kiss him. The panting has left your mouth cool and dry, and the sudden contrast is enough to send him toppling over the edge.

He comes with a sputtering groan, his hips bucking upwards. Sparks flash behind his eyes and he shoves his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. You smell like musk and fresh sweat.

Heaven, in other words.

The moment passes all too quickly. The adrenalin fades and his body goes limp. He slumps backwards, panting.

You collapse to the side, sliding off of his cock with a wet shlick. You lift his arm and drape it over you, resting your head on his shoulder.

He lays his head against yours, his mind pleasantly fuzzy. Thoughts drift in and out -- mostly of you. He wonders if you enjoyed it.

He understands now why it's called an afterglow.

---

Once his clothes are clean, you accompany him back to the Marauder. Wrecker appears to be teaching Omega something ship-related, as she is sitting atop his shoulders to examine a fusebox. Hunter and Echo look on, mildly concerned but not enough to interfere.

Hunter turns as soon as your footsteps start echoing on the walls. He breaks into a grin. "Lovebirds are here," he calls.

Omega gasps and jumps from Wrecker's shoulders, landing in a way that had to have hurt her ankles. She speeds up to you nonetheless.

"How'd it go?" she asks. "Where'd you go? What'd you do? How--?"

You return the smile. "It was great," you say. You lay your head against his arm. "We got food and then he beat a guy up for me."

Tech scoffs. "I did not. He ran at me and I used his momentum against him."

You shrug. "Regardless, it was appreciated," you say. "I have work in the morning, so I gotta get going."

Omega's face falls. "Will you be around tomorrow?"

He adjusts his goggles. "That depends on if Cid has any tasks for us--"

Wrecker cuts in. "'Course she can come 'round," he says firmly. "It's not like it always takes all day."

Tech shoots him a look. "No, but accounting for hyperspace time dilation, we often return at odd hours."

You wave your hand. "I'll make time. Just give me a comm when you're free." you say. You take his arm and pull him down, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

It catches him by surprise, and he lets out a slight gasp. He sincerely hopes no one else heard it.

Against his cheek, you murmur something in your native tongue before pulling away. You ruffle Omega's hair and wave to his brothers before departing.

As he watches you walk away, an unfamiliar feeling sets in. It fills his head and pushes against his eyes, making his cheeks warm. It's not sorrow. He has no desire to cry, but... He wishes you could stay a bit longer. Play some of that knuff music and talk about starships while you 'hang out,' as Phthalo would put it.

You round the corner out of sight and he misses you already. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

Inhaling deeply, he turns away to find everyone looking at him. Hunter with a smirk, Echo with a slight smile, Wrecker with a broad grin, and Omega beaming so wide that her eyes are nearly closed.

Tech glances between all of them. "Is something amusing?"

Echo shakes his head. "Didn't think it was possible for you to look cute."

Wrecker punches Tech's shoulder and, as per usual, nearly knocks him over. "Lucky you, gettin' a girl so pretty."

"So what was it like?" Omega asks. "Where'd you go? Tell me everything!"

Hunter cuts in. "Hey, let him get settled. He's had a big day. Fix up that fusebox and then ask questions."

Wrecker and Omega try to protest, but one look from Hunter and they slumps. They slink away, back to their task.

Once they're out of earshot, Hunter sidles up to him. "Hop in the shower after you get on board," he murmurs. Tech raises a brow at him, wondering if he can smell your sweat on him. "You smell like shampoo and it's giving me a headache."

Tech blinks in relief. "Of course. My apologies."

He turns away, only for Hunter to speak up again. "Congratulations on getting laid, too."

Tech's cheeks burn.

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shhh-secret-time · 2 months

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"i would love to see your take on stan/female reader/wendy…with the spice lol😙" - anon

Oh boy my first fic with Wendy~! And it's Stendy no less, lets fucking go! This request is a special one, because I seriously have never received a compliment so fucking funny in my life. The person who sent this I hope you enjoy it and god speed.

Warning: NSFW, Threesome, F/F/M, Strong-Language, Mild Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Oral

Pairings: Stan x Fem!Reader x Wendy

Come on down to Aspen Snowmass Ski Resort!

You flipped the little brochure over looking at the picture of large snowy mountains and giant ski slopes on the front. Inside the small packet were three passes and a small metal key tucked away in the pockets of the folded paper. Three passes for everything this large Ski Resort had to offer and more! How Stan got ahold of these tickets was a mystery.

*Tickets and Passes at a discounted price! You only need to sit through a short presentation! Ask for more information over the phone!

"Wendy, can you bring out that black bag? I need to tie it down on the car!" Speaking of the shaggy haired man.

"Yeah! Give me a second!" Another voice calls from the blue painted house, the front door propped open with a silly looking garden gnome. "Stan what did you pack in this?! It's heavy!" Wendy comes out with the large, long black bag that Stan requested.

"Skiing equipment." He pauses to take the bag from her, meeting her half-way from the car to the house. "First aid supplies too just in case."

"You're not going to go down K-13 again, are you?" Wendy puts her hand on her hips looking up at the man, she has her lips pursed slightly and her eyes lowered.

"Well...what's the point of going to Aspen if we're not going to ski?" Stan gives her his best smile as he puts the bag on top of the car, going out of his way not to look her in the eye.

You can't help but giggle at their interaction, they're both so cute when they get like this. You already know how this is going to go, Wendy is going to warn Stan that he needs to be careful and not get wrapped up in just skiing the entire time, and Stan is going to reassure her that he'll be fine and that he won't.

But before they can go through the motions, they both stop and look over at you. Wendy has the most charming smile on her beautiful painted lips and Stan has a lazy smirk across his. Your cheeks flush from getting caught, you look down at the bags by your feet and quickly scoop them up.

As you walk over to put the bags in the car a pair of arms wrap around your waist pulling you away from it. Pulling you towards his chest, Stan slots you in between himself and Wendy. Another pair of arms wrap around your arm, Wendy pulls your arm close to her chest.

"Watcha giggling about baby?" Wendy's the first to ask, an amused glint behind her eyes.

"You wouldn't be laughing at us, would you?" Stan follows up with his own teasing, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Maybe a little! I can't help it you guys are cute! Plus, I'm excited, a whole weekend with my favorite people~!" You chirp back at the both of them.

You rest your head on the top of Wendy's head and bring your free hand up to cup the side of Stan's face. Standing in the driveway surrounded by various colored bags, you're reminded of the wonderful life you live. Stan and Wendy have you swallowed up in this little hold, reminding you that you're loved.

Yeah, life was pretty great with your partners. You had a house on the street of Stan's childhood home. A dog with the softest fluffiest fur you've ever seen on a pupper, who was currently being watched by Stan's best friend. A warm bed, that would be cold without nestled bodies to keep it so. It was the three of you against the world.

Oh, and the stupid garden gnome, how could you forget Mr. Poppy. He was just as important to the family. No other gnome could hold open a door like him.

"Awwh! I'm excited too! I can't wait to try all the food and take pictures! It's going to be so pretty!" Wendy coos as she nuzzles her face into the side of your arm. "So, we better hurry and keep packing so we can get there in time for check-in."

She presses a kiss on the side of your cheek and then quickly places one on Stan's, who is still leaning on you. Stan only chuckles and goes back to tying the skiing equipment down, not before giving you both a little squeeze.

Wendy trots back into the house to grab the rest of the luggage as you begin to pack the car, Tetris style.

Once everything is neat and secured the only thing left to do was get in and decide who was going to drive. After a quick little game of nose goes, issued by Stan, Wendy was the one behind the driver’s wheel. Stan up front in the passenger seat and you in the back stretched out. Your softest pillow pressed against the car door and a blanket thrown over your legs. Stan's got his phone plugged into the aux chord scrolling through his endless playlists.

"So, what are we feeling, something heavy and loud, or energetic and feel good?" He asks just as Wendy backs out of the driveway.

You put the 3DS in your hand down on your lap for a moment, pausing your game for a moment. Harvest Moon can wait this was important. "Let’s start with feel good and go into heavy and loud. I say when we stop to get snack, we jump into something new!"

"Yes! Oh, I was just thinking about what snacks to grab! Whatever we grab nothing messy!" Wendy looks at you through the rearview mirror only to giggle when you give her a pout.

"Why are you looking at me?! I don't get messy snacks! Stan does!"

"Nah sorry babe, I'm with Wendy on this one." Stan chuckles just as he puts on a song.

"Of course you would be on her side to save your ass! You can't just agree with Wendy when it's convenient Stan!"

The car is filled with music and laughter the entire ride there. Stan trying to catch almonds in his mouth by tossing them in the air, only to miss when Wendy "accidently" swerved the car. Talking about each album selected and listened to, how it makes you feel and what you didn't like about it. It's mostly Stan just going on about different rifts and how it's impressive certain guitarists can pull of techniques, but hey it's what he liked. The two slowly take off their coats and throw them in the back seat, hitting you in the process. Protests are quickly cut short when you realize how warm they were.

At one point Wendy had to pull over from giggling too hard at the image of you wrapped up in three coats, Stan's hat, her gloves, your blanket and pillow, and your shoes kicked off. Stan agreed to take over because taking you away from your comfy state would have been a crime, especially when Wendy calmed down and crawled into the back to lay with you. Laying across you, she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck. You could feel her eyelashes brush against your skin the entire ride making you giggle and squirm. The both of you nap the rest of the ride, arms wrapped around one another, legs intertwined.

Stan would be jealous if it wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Just before he wakes the both of you up, he snaps a quick picture of your sleeping forms. It's his new lock screen. Maybe he can let both of you rest while he handles the check-in, after all he still has to drive up to the cabin.

The silver car pulls up to the cabin carefully pulling into the driveway. Colorado snow packed high against the side of the wooden building, a dim light flickering through the frosted windows. Stan leans back in the driver’s seat taking a moment to just enjoy the quiet. The soft sound of your breathing mixing and matching Wendy's in the back seat. He closes his eyes and smiles, thinking about how he had to claw his way to this point in his life but he's so glad he did.

He turns the car off and opens the door, the cold air nips at his skin as he leaves the warmth of the car. Maybe he can let the two of you sleep a little longer while he puts the bags away. It isn't until he has to untie the skiing equipment that you begin to stir, the cars gentle rumbling no longer present. Groggily you rub the sleep out of your eyes, the subtle weight of Wendy on your chest makes you hum. Your hands rest on the small of her back as you look around, the orange lights of the sunset peeking in through the car window.

It caresses the side of Wendy's sleeping face. Reds and yellows disappear behind the kisses you place on her face. Trailing gentle kisses down her cheek towards her jawline, subconsciously she tilts her head to the side giving you a little more access to her neck.

"Hm... Wendy, baby wake up." Your voice is still laced with sleep, knowing that if she doesn't move off you that you'll fall back asleep.

She stirs enough to let you know that she's slowly waking up, but when she doesn't get up and instead crawls up your body you let out a little hum. Contrary to popular belief, Stan wasn't the one that was hard to get up. Wendy was a little menace, doing everything in her power to stay asleep. Right now, she was using the fact that she knew she was adorable to try and catch a few more moments with you. It was working, but you could play dirty back.

Your lips continue to her neck where you pepper up and down the flesh. Your hands move up her shirt enough so that your fingertips brush against the exposed skin. She rewards your efforts with a little moan, pressing her body closer to yours. She can feel your smirk against her neck, her attempts to let her go back to sleep fall short.

You continue your assault on her neck, soft and feathery kisses turn heated. The sound of blankets rustling and being pushed off to the side onto the car floor, slips under the sound of her moans. You slot your leg between her legs bringing your knee up to keep her close.

"You gotta wake up pretty. I think we're here." The raspy purr of your voice sends a shiver down her spine.

Wendy rolls her hips against the fabric of your jeans just as you bite down on the sensitive spot of her neck. Your hand moves down her back again, sliding further past her hips to her the side of her thigh that's exposed. The short white skirt she put on today gave you a perfect look of those creamy soft thighs. Your fingers squeeze the flesh making her moan your name.

She leans up and tugs your jackets up, silently asking you to sit up with her which you do happily. Her hands push down the layers of jackets until they pool under you and leave you in just your tank top. It gives you enough time to pull away from her neck and work her shirt open, a few buttons near the collarbone. A glimpse of her brightly colored red bra pulls another purr out of you, your lips brush against her the valley of her breasts.

But before you can dive back into her, the car door behind her opens. Cold air claws at your exposed skin and the car light comes on. The interruption makes the cold sit in faster than it normally would.

"Having fun?" Stan's voice almost pulls you away from Wendy's chest, stops your wondering hand on the curve of her ass.

"Was just trying to wake our girl up. You know how she gets." Your response is muffled by Wendy, you look up at Stan with a playful glint in your eyes.

"Oh, I know. I was almost tempted to you let continue, but I figured you'd wanna get cozy by the fire."

"I-I'm not that bad!" Wendy tries to protest but it turns into a squeak when you bite down, leaving a bright red mark.

"Uh-huh. Stan's right though, we gotta get the bags inside." You slowly slide your leg out from under Wendy.

"Already got them inside." He says as he offers his hand to help Wendy out of the car, unable to take his eyes off the lipstick stain you left on her chest. "Checked us in too. I figured I'd give you guys a little more time. Kinda glad I did now."

Wendy's soft awwh's went away at the last comment. She rolls her eyes and pushes past him. "Thank you. Stan."

With her coat thrown over her arms she makes her way into the cabin leaving you and Stan in the cold to gather the rest of the coats and blankets. You both watch her walk up the stairs, her skirt swaying from side to side as she does. Stan looks down at you and smirks, there's a silent exchange of knowing looks.

"She's so cute when she's mad."

"Right? All pouty when she gets called out."

You take Stan's hand and pull him along to the cabin. He closes the car door and locks it with a press of a button. Wendy's already tossed her jacket up on the coat hanger resting beside the door, her shoes put neatly away in the corner. The crackling fireplace in the middle of the room was already lit and made the cabin feel so comfortable. It's almost enough to distract you from the warmth pulsing at your core. The little make-out session did more than just wake you up.

Stan shrugs his coat off his shoulders and grabs at the ends of the sleeves to tug it off further. That action alone shouldn't make you bite your lower lip but the way his muscles flex under his shirt and how he rolls his shoulders only encourages the feeling. You turn your head away from him and take a deep breath, a small part of you hopes that Wendy's struggling like you are.

And she is, she's running her fingers through her hair that's thrown over her shoulder trying to ignore Stan. Trying to ignore the look you give him and how it excites her, how Stan is blissfully unaware of the way you're both eyeing him. Poor Stan. Poor sweet dumb Stan.

He puts his jacket next to Wendy's and then takes yours from you doing the same. You smile at the kind gesture and go to explore the cabin. Maybe if you got away and cleared your head a little, you wouldn't burn up by your own desire. Walking past the living room and into the kitchen you took note of how cute everything looked, straight out of a little novel. The cabinets were a light brown color that matched the white kitchen counter perfectly, little shelves of cups and bowls tucked away. Although the ivy that hung down from the top of them was fake, it brought little splashes of green that made it look so pretty!

You turn back and walk back towards the living room. Stan and Wendy are sitting on the couch together, she's snuggled up against his side curled up. He's got his hand resting on her knee and his arm wrapped around her, she's playing with the fabric of his shirt whispering something to him. They laugh and he presses his forehead against her letting it rest there as they close their eyes, and just enjoy the presence of one another. Between the warmth of the fire and the love you feel for the two people in front of you it was almost enough to make you burn up. You smile softly and decide to give them some time alone.

After all you got to have a little time with Wendy first, it was only fair. Plus, you still had to see the bed! And what a bed it was! Dark blue blankets folded carefully over the bed, three pillows fluffed up to the point where they looked like clouds, and a giant white comforter that you just knew would keep you nice and warm. That and the mini fireplace in the corner, sitting there on a little platform with dried out logs of wood behind it. Bookshelves filled with various novels and decorations line the wall. Behind the bed is the largest window in the cabin.

You crawl over the bed towards the window, sitting up on your knees you look out at the frosted glass. Resting your chin on your arm, the sight in front of you is beautiful. Since you were asleep when he pulled up to the cabin you didn't get to really take in all the beautiful mountains that surrounded the area. The snow was starting to come down a little heavier now like it waited just for you and your partners. Dark green trees covered in that beautiful untouched sparkling snow.

With a happy little sigh, you flop back on the bed with your arms sprawled out, you stretch out to your fullest. The stretch feels good enough to make a little moan slip from your lips, your back arches up making the muscles feel better. Reminding you that lying in one spot for too long with another human on you isn't exactly the best for your body.

Your eyes open to the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Stan and Wendy walk into the bedroom only to spot you already on the bed enjoying the silk on your skin.

"Told you this is where she'd be." Stan says leaning on the doorway, his forearms holding him up on the doorframe.

Wendy looks up at him and giggles, "This place is beautiful! How were you able to book this place? It must have cost a lot."

"Nah. It's my parents, they bought it when we were younger. Dad caved and just bought this cabin after that time share experience." He shrugs a little, his fingers run through his hair a little pushing up the black locks.

"I guess I'll have to thank your dad next time I see him." You say finally deciding to lean up.

"Don't. For the love of god don't, it'll go to his head." The way he says it makes you and Wendy burst out into laughter.

She decides to join you on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her petite form sinks into the soft mattress. Her hands pushed down on the bed forcing her up a little, the momentum causing her to bounce up and down on the bed. After she's satisfied enough with the bounce she leans back against your form. Your arms go to wrap around her waist pulling her close to your chest, you nuzzle back into her neck where your lips were moments ago.

She responds by pressing a kiss into your cheek. You retaliate with a little nip on her neck pulling a breathy giggle from her lips. The way it turns into a moan makes Stan's breath hitch in his throat; his eyes scan your forms. He watches the way your hand trails up her shirt slowly slipping the plastic buttons through the slots. Every button reveals more and more of her body, pushing it down to her elbows where it rests on the cubital.

Your hand comes up to the lace on her bra strap. Playing with the material before sliding down her shoulder, replacing the strap with your lips. Your other hand moves down to her thigh pulling the skirt up in the process. Stan's eyes widen when he sees the matching set of panties, stained a darker shade from her arousal.

"So pretty, did you wear that for us?" You whisper next to her ear as your fingers made quick work of moving up and down her slit. Adding just enough friction to make her roll her hips, trying to chase the pressure.

Wendy's pretty pink lip’s part to answer but it turns into a whimper and a moan. Her cheeks turn a bright red matching the lingerie that looks so beautiful against her skin.

"Come on Wendy, answer her. It's rude ya know." Stan finally breaks away from the spot that he was glued to. Finds it in him to walk over with that shit eating smirk across his face. He bends down and puts his arms on either side of you. He leans down and presses the softest kiss on her forehead. Compared to your hand and the way you’re squeezing every soft curve; his kisses feel so alien.

Ever stubborn, she goes to silent him with a kiss. It takes everything in Stan not to capture her lips in a heated kiss, but he's able to pull back and shake his head. Just far enough that Wendy can feel his lips ghost over hers, just enough to smell the gum he had in the car. The spearmint taste on her lips.

"Ah no. Bad girl." Stan tuts as his fingers trace her lips; the pads of his thumbs brush over her lower lip. Wendy's lips wrap around his thumb pulling it into her mouth, her tongue swirls around the course digit. You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched Stan's resolve break. He never could hold on long when she worked her magic.

Your hands slip down the band of her underwear, pushing the thin fabric past her hips and like clockwork, Stan helps you pull them the rest of the way down. He tosses them to the side before removing his thumb from her mouth. Not before pressing down on her tongue, making a pool of drool slide down her chin.

The way she looks up at him makes your heart slam against your chest and your body ache. Finally, after the slow drawn-out teasing, your hands pull apart her legs. Pushing them away from one another by the plump of her thighs. Her slit now bare to the man before her, her arousal coating her legs now that she no longer has the flimsy material to cover it.

Stan's on his knees in front of her, his arms tucked so snugly under her legs so that he can bring her closer to the edge of the bed. He lazily throws them over his shoulders and dips his mouth closer and closer to her aching heat. Just as his lips connect to the throbbing bud, you press a kiss onto her lips.

His lips twist and pull at the bud, a hungry tongue greedily swirling around to collect her arousal. The flat of his tongue presses into the nub until it wanders into her heat. Just as his tongue slips its way into her cunt, yours slips into her mouth. Devouring her in a different way. Every moan that escapes her lips is immediately swallowed by you. For as hungry as Stan was, you were starving.

The poor girl couldn't catch her breath. Between your kisses that already left her breathless, and Stan's jaw working her clit; she could feel the pressure in her core build up fast. It was like trying to ride out heavy waves during a storm. Colored nails intertwine with Stan's hair, tugging the locks up when he hits that perfect spot with his tongue.

"A-ahh!" Her moans pitch an octave, she bucks her hips forward against his mouth.

The kiss is broken just as her resolve comes crashing down. Stan can feel the way her walls throb and tighten around his tongue.

Wendy throws her head back when Stan continues, even with her climax coating his tongue it’s not enough for him. His eyes flutter shut with no intention of stopping. He'd continue lapping up every delicious part of her until his jaw ached.

She tries to push his head off, tries to close her thighs around his head. But he keeps his hands firmly on her thighs. When she tugs his hair again, he only lets out a deep moan which vibrates up against her cunt.

Little beads of tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes. The overstimulation was a painful pleasure. Her breath hitches in her throat, a silent scream dies along with it. The sound of Stan's mouth working its magic fills the roo. The heavy exhales coming from him as he struggles to catch his breath, the fact that he'd rather suffocate than come up for air makes you chuckle.

After Wendy cums around his tongue again, and the light mascara around her eyes begin to bleed down her face, do you tap the side of Stan's shoulder. "Alright cowboy let her go, I think she's learned her lesson." Stan's eyes meet yours, looking up through the darkened blues.

He flicks his tongue a few more times, pulling a cry from the poor woman. He moves his lips to the inside her thighs. A series of kisses trail down her quivering thighs, he hums softly.

Wendy's body is spent, you can tell from the way she's practically lifeless against you. Her mind is still trying to catch up from it's high. Your hands work on massaging circles on her hips helped to anchor her back down.

"I think you killed her Stan." You chuckle, pushing Wendy's hair out of her face.

"Ya think? I couldn't help it; she tastes so good." His purr sends a shiver down your spine as he leans up towards your face. "Wanna taste?"

When you nod and smirk at him, he bends down and finally captures your lips in a kiss. The difference between their kisses is night and day. Wendy's are always soft, passionate, playful ones. Stan's are hungry, firm ones; like he's trying to put all his feelings into one action.

You can taste it. Every bit of love he has for you on the edge of his lips. Wendy on his tongue. Desire in the way it twines with yours. Wendy's half open eyes watch, her mouth opened in awe. The way your tongues work in each other's mouths brings a red hue to her face.

Her blush deepens when she sees the thin string of saliva that connects your tongues snap. Stan's the first to pull away, lips still wet from everything. He cleans the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smirks.

"Hmm...he's got it out for you Wendy." When you call her name, she looks up. The confusion written on her face only makes you chuckle. "Because that wasn't enough, it's my turn."

She was going to die. Wendy Testaburger was going to die somewhere in Aspens. The comfy warm cabin was going to be her coffin, and her cause of death was going to be her two insatiable partners.

You don't give her much time to protest, not that she would anyway. You pull away from her and begin to strip down to nothing, Stan works on moving her back against the pillows. At least she'll be comfortable when she dies.

Stan whispers to her softly, "You can give us one more Wens. It's only fair, she didn't get her turn."

You smirk back at the bed as you toss your clothes away. She looked so cute in nothing but her pretty white blouse still wrapped around her arms. Beads of sweat starting to trail down her body, you know you're not the only one watching as they trace every gorgeous curve.

But you are the one that gets to settle between her legs. You crawl over until your face is inches away from her poor cunt. Your eyes find the marks Stan's left behind and decide that it's not nearly enough. Her pale skin made the red splotches pop so pretty, why not add a few more. So, you leave teeth marks and little bruises where Stan's mouth hadn't touched.

Stan's enthralled, but not enough to sit there and do nothing. While you worked your clothes off, he did the same. Dark blue jeans thrown to the side, faded band shirt alongside it. It isn't until he puts his hand on your hip that you realize he's propped up behind you.

Standing on his knees, he's pulled your hips up towards his aching member. Wendy's little whimpers and moans only serve to make his cock throb. His hands fist the flesh and pump it a few times. Watching your face get closer and closer to where moments ago he had his.

"Fuck that's hot." It slips out of his mouth before he can stop it. At this point he's not sure he wants to, just pressing the tip of his head against your slit isn't enough. He needs you both to hear what you're doing to him. "You're so pretty like this. Eating our girl out like that, and fuck-" He paused to deliver a firm slap on your ass. "-this ass of yours."

The pain makes you moan out, the vibration shoots up against Wendy's clit. She cries out and bucks her hips against your lips, which you use to capture her clit. Lips wrapped around her abused bud.

"Oh god~" Wendy throws her head back, any work to get her to come back down from her fucked out mental state is thrown out the window.

Her moans encourage you, selfishly lapping and sucking at every nerve until you find a rhythm that causes her to see stars. Stan picks up on it, he waits until your tongue is flicking her bud back and forth before diving into your cunt. Firm hands keep your hips still, so he doesn't throw off your tempo.

Again, he doesn't even bother holding back his moans. Your arousal lets him slip past your folds and snuggly against your walls perfectly. He pushes until he's halfway buried deep into you, only to slowly pull back out. For as good as you're making him feel, he's so focused on the way you're making Wendy feel. Every time you moan into her, she arches her back, and every time she moans at the sensation it makes his cock throb. The cycle keeps the fire burning. Lust and pleasure wrapped so tightly together.

Wendy's mouth is lulled open, and her eyes are rolled up to the back of her head. Stan knows she's not going to last from looks alone. So, he begins picking up his pace. His snapping forward with such force it causes a ripple across your flesh. He's making it hard to focus on anything but the way his cock feels buried in you.

Thrust after thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge. You're dissolved to nothing more than sloppy tongue thrusts. Pumping in and out of Wendy like Stan is doing to you. Every thrust from him trickles down to her. Pushing you against her only to pull you back against him. But you're not the only one losing yourself.

Stan's been hard since he opened the car door and found you two in a heated state. He's been fighting the urge to fuck you both senseless since Wendy first came around his tongue. With every flutter of your walls, he goes harder and deeper.

After a particular strong thrust in just the perfect spot, you feel your resolve crumble. A white-hot flash goes across your eyes and down to the pit of your stomach. Your walls clamp down around him, trying to milk him for all he's got.

"O-oh fuck! Fuck you're squeezing me!" He growls so loudly when you do. He crawls over your form, sweaty chest pressed against your back, hips pushing you further into the bed. His mouth latches onto your shoulder where he bites down. Hard.

Wendy's fingers are in your hair pulling your head up towards her chest. She's already cum for the third time, possibly the fourth. She's stopped counting and all she can focus on is the way you both feel against her. She watches the way Stan drills into you until he can't keep the rhythm anymore.

His hips stutter, slap against your ass one last time and then he spills his cum into you. Thick hot ropes of cum paint your insides until it's dripping down your thighs.

Heavy breaths and shaky moans. Slow inhales and breathy exhales. Whatever energy Stan has left is used to keep himself from falling on top of you. He pulls his teeth from your skin, pressing a soft kiss on the mark he's left behind. A quiet apology.

Eventually he pulls out of you and falls to his side next to Wendy. His arms find home around her waist where he tugs you both towards his chest.

".... this vacation already rules." Stan breaks the silence, pressing a kiss into your temple.

"It's only the first night." You giggle, tossing him a lazy smile.

"Yeah, we still got the hot tub to test out." Stan says with a smirk.

Come on down to Aspen Snowmass Ski Resort!

"Insatiable. Both of you. I'm going skiing at least once or I swear to God." Wendy huffs but the smile on her face betrays her. The corner of her lips twitch as she tries to resist.

You might get some skiing done.

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princessisfinethx · 1 year

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Recom Miles Quaritch x FemReader

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The only true thing to be said about yourself, was you were technically a God. Not literally. But in a cosmic, or comedic sense, yes. You were one of the main scientists who restored deceased soldiers' memories and brought them back to life as a recombinant(recom) as the soldiers called them. Stable bodies 100%, perfectly reanimated. You were damn good at it too

And like a God, your believers shot you out of the sky with greed in their eyes and fangs in their smiles.

You were promoted to main physician/doctor or Medical adviser for the Na'vi soldiers. Some bullshit terminology like that, they just needed some smart ass to babysit the blue cats in case they get colds. A fucking joke that was. You had already perfected their bodies to withstand more disease, more injury than humans or animals could. They were perfect. YOU made sure of that and everyone on your team knew that.

And here you are anyway.

You were scribbling away, glancing up once in a while to look at the clock. You have a new patient arriving soon and you only looked over the picture and title. Colonel. Copying down the last patient's file, just Incase she came back with any side effects. She reported headaches, weird visuals when she slept. That was normal with every patient and headaches were mostly due to stress build up. You were hoping to see her again today, she's always cracking awful jokes that made you chuckle.

As sick as it makes you feel, you actually took your job seriously. You hated being downgraded and you wished whoever higher ups made that decision for you, would get alien bird shit in their coffee. However, you didn't hate it. Not really. You had patients you looked forward to every day, sure there was maybe one or two that gave you hell, really it's the human guys but everyone else respected you. Truly. They haven't forgotten your birthday yet either. You have pictures with most of the recom soldiers and it really made you feel good.

A thought crossed your mind, something that made that good feeling drop. You glanced down at your cabinets, seeing the lock and sighing. You haven't sent anything out yet, you'd hope they could last a few more-

Knock knock knock.

You jumped and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in your pants and shirt. "Come in." You watch the door open, and a tall blue figure ducking into the doorframe to fit inside. He looked at you, then around the office as he got inside. You smiled softly. "Good to see you moving around so early. Most get sick for another hour." You held your hand out. "I'm Dr. Linear."

He was still looking around. "What is this, like a principal's office?" He laughed softly. When he finally looked down at you, he bent down to shake your hand. "No disrespect to you Doctor. It's just nicer than most offices I've seen." he spots the pictures behind you. "Lotta personal touches." That american accent touched his voice.

You had a tight smile on. "Well when you work my position for a while, you grow close to your patients. In this environment it's easy to get the life drained out of you. I find a personal touch eases a lot of people in a state of comfort." You sit back down. "Not too comfortable though. Those chairs aren't cozy for Na'vi." You noticed his face as he sat, even his tail seemed irritated. He glanced at you again and smiled. "Colonel Miles Quaritch, correct?" You flipped his file open and read over a few lines. "We won't go over personal details yet, I just want to make sure you're feeling okay."

He never stopped staring at you. You weren't uncomfortable with it, but it made you wonder what he was thinking. Most soldiers need a few minutes to get accustomed to their new height and how things feel or look around them. You did hear he got to rest for an hour. He probably hasn't seen a human for this long yet. When he didn't say anything else, you continued. "A few yes or no questions. If you're unsure of one, just say unsure. Any nausea or dizziness?"

"No."

"Muscle spasms or twitches."

"Slightly, in the legs." He watched you write in your notes.

"Unusual bleeding?"

"No."

"Cough or vomiting?"

"No."

"Since it's only been about 3 hours, we'll have to wait a while before I can ask anything else." You close the book and stand, taking your flashlight with you. "Mind showing me where the spasm is?" He reaches down and lifts his pants leg. You kneel down and feel the muscle in his leg.

"Below the knee," he watches. "It stopped an hour ago." You nod and stand up again. You motion him closer, placing a hand on his cheek and checking his eyes, flashing a light for a minute and watching his pupils dilate. His ears perking up and down, and again, his tail flicked side to side. A smile touches your lips. "You'll get used to the tail, the ears though," You place the pen light down. "I think it's in touch with emotion and it's a downside that comes with the new body. That should be everything for now. Any questions or concerns you want to discuss with me before you start physical training?"

Miles was staring at you hard, his jaw flexing and you even saw his tail swing a few times. He had a lot to say, smart remarks he decided to keep to himself, until he can understand you better. His ears perk up and he smiles. "Sure." He stood up, crossing his arms. "Not to start any fires, but if you hate your job, just say so."

"Excuse me?" Your head tilted back, raising an eyebrow as you watched him.

He chuckles. "I can read you like a book, even without these new eyes or senses. You don't have to like me either 'cause I know you don't." He smirked. "Don't pretend to like people and think it would make your job easier. It doesn't." You didn't know it, but he was baiting you. How you reacted would let him know what you were really hiding. If you were calm and laughed off his words, then you actually did enjoy your job, and didn't mind the banter he brought.

"I think you've got it wrong here." You put your hands on your hips and he grinned at your reaction. His prediction was correct. "If you think I don't like you already, you're correct. My job isn't to like you, it's to make sure you're still alive." You take a step forward. "I don't pretend to like anyone here, I have my list of goods and bads in this place and I wouldn't mind telling a few off if given the chance." Your figure was tense now, and your face was the opposite of when he first walked in. This was going much better than he thought. "Lastly, nothing makes my job easier. Pretending or not, I'm stuck here. I've accepted that. Just because you're still high up in command doesn't mean you can waltz in and control my office." You were glaring now, and he just found it adorable from his height. "Now, come back in another 3 hours after your physical training and we can get this all out of the way. Then maybe if you're careful, we won't have to see each other ever again."

Usually at this part of the meeting, you would offer your patient a sucker. It was a funny idea someone gave you, so you started ordering suckers and some cheap candies. Either that or stickers. Grown ass soldiers still act like children and it made your day sometimes. But you highly doubted this man deserved anything out of the mystery bucket.

He was smiling now, but he gave a nod. He didn't say anything else as he turned and ducked out of your office. Once the door was closed, he chanced a peak through a slightly broken blind of your office window. You were slowly rubbing your face in the middle of the office, turning and walking towards the windows that pointed outside. "Never see each other again huh?" Quaritch had enough info on you now. He would have to peek at your work file later, but he could tell you were sour about something. That, and a pretty face like yours getting pissed because of him was entertaining. He didn't expect to get something out of you so quickly. He licked his lips before continuing down the hallway. "We'll see about that, Dr. Linear."

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You eyeball the choices between dry bagel or dry wheat bread. You've had both for so long you could stomach either one. You decided the bagel would suffice being it could be fixed with a cheese spread or just taste healthier with the seeds sprinkled on top. Your plate now had pasta with meat and a bagel, all you were missing was juice. You’d usually drink coffee but after having 4 cups already, you decided you shouldn’t risk a heart attack. Thoughts and worries kept forming in your head, you weren’t paying attention either and mindlessly sat at a table. You kept staring at the bagel, lost in another world further than this one; you didn’t notice the plate being set down in front of you and a tall body sitting down. You then thought back to the coffee you had on your desk and wished you had brought it instead.

You pick up the bagel and bite into it, but don’t pull away from the bread. You were still. Miles watched with some concern. Finally he cleared his throat. “Are you gonna eat that or-” He couldn’t finish because of your coughing fit. You set the bread down and stare at him. After calming down, he smiled. “Ah there you are. Looked like a completely different person for a second there.” You didn’t say anything, instead you quietly sipped your juice. “I acted like an ass earlier. I’m sorry.”

That didn’t sound sincere. You looked up at him and sighed, placing your juice box. “That’s the only apology I’m gonna get?”

“Did you expect more?” His ear twitched.

“You did scare the living shit out of me just a second ago.”

“You did that yourself, doctor. Your head was in LaLa Land.” He waved his hand around. You sigh, tearing a piece of bread off and eating it, chewing quickly. He looked down at his own plate and gave an experimental taste of the pasta and meat. Still tastes like the same shit he ate before, but somehow worse. Saltier, slimey, the meat was tolerable but chewy.

“So, do you still want to interrogate me about my shitty work life? Or have you come to criticize my eating choices too?” You poke and stab some pasta with the fork. There was a chuckle and you had to glance up at him. He was watching you, those strange golden eyes filled with a curiosity you began to suspect had no end.

“I’m actually wonderin’ why I didn’t get to pick out of this uh, mystery box I heard so much about.” He smirked. “The other were talkin’ about it like it was gold.”

You had to look down to hide the smile. So they must have either ratted you out, or teased him for not getting a candy. It’s just a piece of candy. You look back up. “You ended our meeting in a rude manner, I didn’t see a reason for you to pick out the box.”

His ears flattened but his face was still relaxed. They betrayed his need to hide the annoyance. “So, what you’re saying is I have to be good at our meetings in order to pick out of this box?” Now he was leaning forward, as if you were asking him to do the impossible.

“Colonel, are your soldiers teasing you because you didn’t get a candy?” You tried to ask without smiling. You heard a snort and turned your head. Down the table, four Recoms sat, their bodies rigid and still. One of them was shaking and you realized he was laughing. When you looked at Quaritch his ears were laid back and his tail was flicking back and forth. He was looking at the group while his jaw clenched.

“No, nobody is getting teased.” He stuffed his mouth full of pasta. You nodded slowly, eating some more of your bagel. You heard someone clear their throat and continue talking as if they were having this conversation seconds ago.

“You still have to come by the office to finish up your questioning. I’ll be at the physical training area to check off some things.” You stood up and even with Quaritch sitting, he was still taller than you by two heads. “I’ll see you then.” You turned to the other group and made a face. “None of you are getting candy on your next visit.” And as you turned around to leave, the table erupted into groans and even a gasp.

As you walked away, Miles’ ears perked up, a smile on his face as the soldiers whined about the punishment. It was literally childish to be so upset over a piece of sugar. Yet here he was, however, hoping to get a piece by the end of the day.

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 4 months

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Hiya don’t mind me, just sending a random admirer message 💖🤣

I would just like to say you are probably my absolute favourite Daryl writer because not only can you get Daryl’s character right down to a T but you can write badass female characters perfectly.

That’s the thing I always look out for. Because yeah I do love when Daryl takes care of the sweet reader ect, it’s adorable but my absolute favourites is where the reader/fmc is an absolute badass and you write it perfectly.

I would love to in the future (obviously you don’t have to 🤣) to possibly see a scary badass reader/fmc where people are low key scared of her but love her, like randomly flips open a knife out of nowhere, casually walks around with walker guts or maybe prosthetic limb but she cut it off herself sort of thing 🤣🤣 I always love them ones 🤣

But ya, just wanted to let you know. Keep doing you, because it’s what makes us come back every day to see what else you bless us with ❤️

oH EM GEE. I don't even know where to start with this message! UGH! MYFEELINGSSSSS <3 <3 <3 You have been following me since basically the very beginning of this blog and I'm so grateful you're still here. I always love seeing you on my activity page (Ik I say that a lot to ppl who message, but it's for real. really really!) and your reactions give me so much life. I also love the fics where Daryl protects a little sunshine reader, but for some reason I have a harder time writing them lol I just see him with someone as badass as he is! And I think at a certain point, after many years in the apocalypse, everyone left alive would have developed fighting skills whether they wanted to or not. The exception, of course, being sheltered in some community or something. I can see Daryl gravitating toward sunshine readers for sure, even sort of helpless ones, but I also think he'd want to do everything he could to get them trained up to fight like him. Just some rambly thoughts lol I just tend to write strong female leads who have seen some shit (and are maybe a little scary sometimes) but who have somehow also held onto some sunshine deep inside them, because I think Daryl needs that and would gravitate toward it... <3 OKAY ALSO I have a WIP that is pretty much like this lol It isn't the series I was thinking of doing next but now you have me reconsidering... hmmmmmm... ANYWAY LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH! You're a real MVP of this blog. Seriously.

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huggybug · 2 years

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we need a blurb of Trevor finding out about her being pregnant with lu

you guys i miss poppy so dang much

“You’re going to tell him soon right?” Alex asked casually as he walked into the kitchen. You were all in Michigan at the Hughes brothers’ lake house for the annual summer get together.

Your eyes widened and you looked around, making sure your husband was nowhere in sight. “Alex, are you ever capable of keeping your mouth shut?” You raise an eyebrow at your best friend who just grins back.

“He went down to the lake with Poppy, relax” Alex turned to grab a beer from the fridge, cracking it open before holding it out to you, then laughing at his own joke and pulling it back to take a sip. “Seriously though, when are you going to tell him”

“I don’t know. I wanted to get P a ‘big sister’ shirt but I haven’t been able to find one… life’s been a little crazy this summer” After getting married at the beginning of summer, you and Trevor went on your honeymoon and then spent the rest of the time with Poppy, taking here to New York and Michigan, dividing your time with all of your family and friends.

“Right, of course but you have to tell him”

“Obviously” You roll your eyes. “I will, it’s just taking a little longer than I thought it would” It wasn’t like you were scared that Trevor would be upset, you knew he’d be more than happy. There was just something about telling him that made it so… real.

“Tell him before the season starts Y/n/n” Alex’s stare was is tense so you nodded, knowing it had to be done and he was right, there was no use in waiting.

…

“When is Daddy coming home?”

“Soon P” You had been back in Anaheim for a week, trying to settle back in before the season started. Trevor was in Vegas for media and Poppy had been asking for him ever since he left.

It also didn’t help that the first trimester had hit you hard this time and you had been sick for the past couple days so you weren’t doing as many activities with her as you usually would.

“C’mon love let’s watch our movie and then maybe Daddy will be home when it’s over” It was movie night and Poppy had chosen her favourite, Frozen, of course. She happily ran to the couch, jumping next to you and settled in to watch the movie.

When Trevor got home, the movie had just finished but you had been passed out for an hour already. Poppy tried not to jostle you as she jumped up, running down the hall to see her dad.

“Daddy!”

“P Baby! How’s my favourite girl?” Trevor grinned, dropping his bags so that he could pick her up, peppering kisses all over her face which made her giggle.

“I missed you” Poppy said, flipping her head into his shoulder and Trevor grinned, holder her tighter in his arms.

“I missed you more, where’s your mom?” Trevor had just noticed how quiet it was which usually wasn’t the case when you and Poppy were home together. There was almost always music blaring (Disney’s biggest hits of course) or something going on but the house was silent.

“Mommy’s sleeping, she’s sick” Poppy answered easily, her hands making their way up to Trevor’s face, squishing his cheeks which made him laugh.

“She’s sick? Hm well c’mon let’s get you to bed and then I’ll go check on Mommy” Trevor left his bags, carrying Poppy right up to her bedroom, rushing through her night routine since it was past her bedtime. Once he was done, he headed back downstairs to find you on the couch, passed out in what looks like an uncomfortable position. Trevor smiles gently, moving the various toys he assumed Poppy had balanced on you after you fell asleep. The movement woke you up.

“Trev?” You werent sure if you were actually awake, if you were still dreaming or not.

“Hi baby”

“When did you get home? Where’s P?” Trevor held out his hand to help you up and pull you off the couch.

“Not too long ago, I already put her to bed” You nodded. “She said you were sick?”

You froze. “Uh yeah…” You didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t how you wanted to tell him, he couldn’t find out like this. You wanted to do a cute announcement, get Poppy the cute shirt and have her tell him or surprise him with the pregnancy test that was sitting in your bedside table drawer. He wasn’t supposed to find out because you’d been sick. The thoughts were racing through your mind and before you knew it, you were crying.

“Hey, babe, what’s wrong?” Concern flooded his face which made you feel even worse and the tears seemed to speed up rather than slow down.

“I- we…” You couldn’t get it out but your overdue confession was too heavy and you couldn’t possibly keep it to yourself any longer. “I’m pregnant”

Now it was Trevor’s time to freeze. His eyebrows were raised and his jaw dropped a little as he stared at you. “You’re pregnant?” He asked and you nodded. In a split second he jumped forward, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Wait… why were you crying? Do you not want-”

“No! No I just… I wanted to do something cute to tell you with P and it just wasn’t going to plan. I wanted this to be better than when we found out about Poppy”

“Hey, at least you’re consistent. You cried both times you told me” Trevor teased and you poked his side.

“Shut up”

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forgedroyalseal · 27 days

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A worthwhile fight:

The bruise on his eye was a mottled pattern of black and indigo, with yellow just starting a creep in on the edges. The orange glow of the fire did nothing to warm the battered skin. It was violent and harsh and it made Alyss’ stomach flip every time Will turned his head. Like now, as he looked over at her and offered a grin that split his face from ear to ear, smiling as if he wasn’t in the aching pain she knew he had to be in.

“Come join us ‘Lyss.” He extended his arm towards her and his sleeve slipped down his arm, revealing a wrist ringed in roped burn. She hesitantly sat between him and George, careful to not bump into him. As Will launched into another story, Alyss tried to force her trembling hands to still. But all she could think about is how close they had been to losing Will for good. How if Horace had arrived just a few minutes later, they’d be standing around his casket. And how none of the others seemed to care. How Will didn’t seem to care.

It was suddenly too much to bare and she stood abruptly and made her way into Will’s cabin. She ignored the calls of her friends as she let the door fall shut behind her. A moment later, she hears Will slip inside after her.

“Is everything okay love?” He asks gently, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Instead of melting into him like she normally would, she shrugged out of his grasp and moves away from his warmth.

“Why does it feel like I care more about your life than you do?” She bites out.

He frowns in confusion. “Alyss, of course I care-“

“Then why don’t you act like it? You are constantly putting yourself in danger. Is it some kind of hero complex? Or a guilt thing? Trying to be like your father, like Halt? What are you trying to prove? What is it will?”

“It’s my job Alyss.” He spoke calmly, with none of the anger she felt, which only made her angrier.

“But it doesn’t have to be! You don’t have to be putting yourself in constant danger. You could step back, be a strategist, take Cassandra up on her offer to have you work at Castle Araluen. With a mind like yours Will, you don’t have to be out in the field all the time.”

Will looked at her with a hurt expression. “I could never live my life locked up in some stuffy office Alyss, you know that. And I certainly couldn’t make plans that put other in danger while I sat back and watched.”

“You could. You’re just choosing not to.”

Disappointment leaked into his sigh. “Alyss, I don’t want to fight with tonight. I just got back. Can we just, enjoy the evening with our friends?”

“No. I can’t just enjoy the evening. Because everything time I look over at you and see your battered face, I’m reminded of the fact that you don’t care enough about me to keep yourself safe.”

“Alyss, I get that you’re upset, but you’re not being fair. You have a dangerous job. You’re sent away on assignment for months at a time with zero contact. You think I don’t worry about you every waking moment? That I don’t have nightmares of you getting hurt or dying? But I know that you love what you do. How could I ever ask you to give it up just so I feel better?” Will rubbed a hand across his eyes. “I couldn’t ask that if you. I love you too much to ask you give up such a fundamental part of yourself. I guess I just thought you loved me like that too.”

Alyss stares at him in shock. “It’s, it’s not the same.” But even to her, the defense fell flat.

“Maybe not.” Will admits. “But it’s not that different either. Alyss, we are engaged. I don’t want to go into our marriage with you holding this resentment against me and my career. I think we need to take some time to seriously talk about what each of us thinks our future together is going to look like.”

Alyss leans against the wall and lets her knees fold under her. Will joins her on the floor, so close that she can feel him pressed up beside her from her shoulder to her ankle. “I can’t lose you Will.” She rests her head on his shoulder.

“I wish I could promise you that you won’t.”

“You could.” Alyss knows she sounds like a child, but she can’t find it within herself to care. She knows she’s fighting a losing battle, but that doesn’t mean she’s willing to just roll over and accept defeat.

She feels him shake his head, “Alyss, I could die tomorrow. I could fall from Tug and hit my head. I could trip and break my neck. I could be attacked by a mugged. We can’t know how or when we’ll die. But I do know that there are two things in this world I can’t live without. You, and this.” Will’s hand dips under the loose neck of his shirt and he pulls the silver oak leaf pendant up.

Alyss glared at the piece of silver. “You are so much more than that Will.”

He shakes his head and presses the pendant against his chest with reverence. “Being a ranger gave me a purpose. It gave me a place in this world. I didn’t know who I was, who I could become, before Halt offered me an apprenticeship. I don’t know how to make you understand that I can’t, I won’t, walk away from this.”

Alyss didn’t understand, and perhaps she never would, but what she did understand is that she wanted to spend whatever amount of time she could with Will by her side. “Okay.”

He looked at her, eyes wide with hope. “Okay?”

She nodded, “I’ll never like seeing you in pain or risking your life, but when you proposed, I agreed to love you forever, all of you. Even the parts I don’t understand.”

Will turns her head and kissed her lightly. “Thank you. And I promise to be as careful as I can be. I don’t want to leave you any sooner than absolutely necessary. I’ll always do my best to come back to you.”

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andydrysdalerogers · 9 months

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Sliding Into Home ~ When It All Falls Apart

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Twenty-two days after the hit to his head, Frank was cleared by his doctors to return to practice. The final decision to play would be failing to Abby and she said she would watch practice before making a a decision.

Frank whistled as he walked into the locker room. Of course, Johnny is the first to see him. “Hey Adler, finally done being a bitch about one little baseball to the head?”

Everyone in the room laughs as Frank flips him off. “Miss you too, slow shit. Torch my ass.” He smiles as the guys bro hug and receives hugs and high fives from the rest of the team.

“Glad to have you back buddy,” Johnny says. “Seriously, how are you?”

“I’m good. Got cleared by the doctors but Dr. Hernandez says I have to practice for a few days before she will clear me for good.” He shrugs. “A couple of days and I’ll be back.”

Will Smith, the catcher, comes by. “Good to hear. Gear up, we are supposed to work on base throwing. Little Johnny here has to work on his curve.” He shoves Johnny a little.

“Trouble with the curve, Torch?” Frank raises an eyebrow as he strips out of his shirt and pants into his practice uniform.

“No more than you not ducking,” Johnny scoffing. “Just had a couple of hits off of it is all. Smith is making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Whatever you say,” Frank smirks. He finishes getting ready and heads out to the field. As he walks onto the grass, he takes a deep breath. The smell of fresh cut grass and sunshine hits his nostrils and he sighs. The field has always been his place, his center, his home away from home. There is absolutely nothing that is wrong when baseball is life.

Practice goes great in his opinion. His coaches review his throwing and set him up to hit. He’ll admit, he flinched on the first pitch but the sensation of swinging his bat around lets him feel like he’s right back where he was, a two-time World Series champion.

Abby watches from one of the sky boxes, the look of proud smugness. Her man was back to where he was happiest, on the field. She gave a happy sigh when a throat cleared behind him. She turned to see Todd behind her. “Hi Todd.”

“Abby, did you have a nice vacation?” He quirked a smile. She was supposed to be at work but had called out when Frank asked to go on a road trip. “Saw some pictures of you in Vegas.”

Abby remembered some fans taking photos with Frank, but she didn’t think that they might have shot pictures of them together. She began to panic. “Todd, I...”

“Its ok Abby. I just need to know if there will be a conflict of interest. Are you going to be ok treating Adler while you navigate whatever is going on in your personal life?” He sighed. “I don’t want to lose you. Your work and professionalism are top notch.”

“No, I talked to Frank, and he is ok with me doing the assessments. I won’t be doing any of his physicals or paperwork. I’ve asked Alex to step in with that.”

“A true professional,” Todd complimented. “Come see me in a couple of days about the paperwork. Steve and Andy will be here then and we can all talk.”

“Are you sure its ok Todd? I mean, we didn’t plan this at all. I still have, you know, other things to worry about.”

Todd smiled. “I’ve never seen two people more right for each other than you two. You guys don’t hide it well.”

“Thanks. I got to meet with the GM and then head to my house.”

“Have a good afternoon.”

Abby headed down to the locker room and went to the manager's office. “Knock, knock.”

“Hey Doc, come on in,” Dave Roberts waved Abby in. “Just reviewing my notes.”

“Good. How’s Adler?”

“He flinched at the first pitch but otherwise, he’s good. Said pinkie wasn’t bothering him but otherwise, he looks good.”

“That’s good to hear. Dodgers still have a three practice waiting time so after the next two practices, and you are fine, I’ll clear him.”

“Perfect.”

“Any other injuries?”

Abby and Dave discussed all of the players. About 45 minutes later, Abby walked out with a smile to the locker room and found Frank waiting for her. “Hi!”

“Hey Cricket.” He pressed a small kiss to her lips. “Good meeting?”

“Oh no, you are not getting your assessment out of me.” He pouted as she giggled. “Stop that. Dave and Alex will determine when you get back out there. All I’ll do is sign off.” She sighed. “Todd saw the photos from Vegas.”

“Shit.” Frank studied his girl. “What did he say? Did you tell him?”

“I told him what we talked about, the assessments and stuff like that and he wants to meet with us and Andy and Steve to discuss how this will work.” Frank frowned. “I didn’t tell him everything, but I think we have to. Don’t worry baby, Todd seemed ok with us as a couple, so I don’t see a problem.”

“If you’re sure, Cricket, then I can’t wait.” He kissed her again, softly and longer.

“Hmm, as much as I would like to continue this, I should get to the house. I need to finish grabbing my stuff. He is supposed to be back tomorrow evening. I might stay there tonight.”

Frank furrowed his brow. “I don’t like you staying there. Just come home.”

“I’m not worried, love. You need to tell Mary what’s going on. We talked about this.”

Frank pulled her into his chest and leaned his chin on the top of her head. “I’ll always worry about you.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll ask Storm over for some beers. He’ll keep me distracted.”

“Or Mary will keep Storm distracted which distracts you,” she says with a cheeky smile. “Future son...”

“Don’t finish that sentence, for the love of baseball,” Frank groans. “Don’t put that in the universe.”

With perfect timing, Johnny strolls up to the couple. “Huh, well this is something. Aren’t you supposed to be keeping this a secret? But I sure didn’t realize that you guys are a thing now.” He smirked as he crossed his arms.

Frank pulled back, realizing his mistake. “Oh, well... fuck,” he mumbled.

“Frank was just about to ask you over to have some beers,” Abby says, cheeks pink. “Umm, I have to head to my house to take care of some stuff so, yeah, bye.” She reaches over and kisses Frank’s cheek before she walks, well, runs away.

Johnny smirked. “I guess we have some stuff to talk about.” Frank groaned.

Mike walked into the home he shared with Abby with a scowl. He grabbed a tumbler of scotch and sat in his office, thinking back on all that he had done to ensure he got his girl. He stared at the photos in his hands and launched the glass into the wall.

Mike Weiss has always been a patient man. When he wanted something, he took his time to make sure he got it. Since the day he met Abigail Hernandez, he wanted her. He wanted nothing more than to take the tiny Latina with the long curls and wreck her. But his best friend wanted her. And he met her first. The bro code (what a joke that is) told him that he had to step away until Frank took his shot. He didn’t know it would take seven years for him to do it.

When he and Abby were together, he didn’t know what to do. He hated seeing them together and when they were so happy to get custody of Mary, well, that sent him into a spin. Diane was supposed to lose custody, he made sure of that with his testimony, but it wasn’t supposed to solidify their relationship.

When Frank won the World Series and Bobby had suggested a celebratory guys weekend in Vegas, the wheels in Mike’s head turned. Frank and Abby were solid. But what if he could just crack it enough to get into her head?

It was easy really, slipping the drug into a drink for Frank. It was a fatal flaw, how trusting Frank was. Frank trusted Mike wholeheartedly. He made Mike his lawyer once Mike had graduated from Yale Law. He had no idea about his hidden drug habit or anything else really. Because Frank trusted Mike and Mike had never given him a reason not to.

Flashback – Five year before – Vegas Frank was unsteady on his feet 20 minutes after he finished the drink Mike poured him. “I love Abby,” he slurred. “Gonna marry her one day. Have a ring and everything.” “Sure, you are buddy.” Mike put his arm around Frank and walked him into Mike’s hotel room. “I’m fucked.” Frank sat on the edge of the bed before slumping over. Mike gave a maniacal laugh before stripping Frank down. A knock on the door made him whirl around. He opened slowly and saw Bobby holding a blonde in his arms. “That was easier than I thought,” Bobby commented, seeing a naked Frank on the bed. “Women are stupid sometimes,” Mike said. “Strip her and let’s pose this shit.” Bobby got the girl naked and laid her down with Frank. Mike laughed. “Why did you help me anyways?” “Found out that Adler was the one who tipped the team off about the substance abuse. Just returning the favor,” Bobby said with no emotion. “Hmm.” Mike whipped out the disposable phone and snapped photos. He made sure there were no distinguishable items in the photo and sent them to some contacts in the media. “Well, let’s just fuck up his life a little.” In the morning, Mike made sure to send the photos to Abby from the anonymous phone and then waited to hear the inevitable yell from the room. He sipped his coffee and smiled when he heard Frank yell. While Frank delt with his issues, Mike was on the phone with a sobbing Abby. “Why would he do this Mike?" “I don’t know, beautiful. He was talking nonsense and I just tried to take care of him before he disappeared.” Abby had hung up the phone, but Mike knew he had said enough to keep her doubting their relationship. He would get to her in the morning, after the inevitable fight that they would have.

Present...

All the hard work to get them separated and for Frank to get fucked went up in smoke. Frank had talked to management the next day after he got home and managed to convince them it was a set up. Frank fired Mike and now Mike was excluded from the innerworkings of the Adler business. But he still was able to get Abby on his side. He gave her time to grieve, time to get school done and then he made his move in Los Angeles. He showed her the best of everything and then he proposed. He got the girl.

He looked at the photos of the couple in Vegas, holding hands. He was losing her again. He heard the front door open and knew his beautiful Abby was home. To do what, he wasn’t sure yet, but he was ready for the surprise of a lifetime. He took the bottle of scotch and moved to the living room. Abby stood there, checking the mail, not aware of the danger she was in. “Hello Beautiful.”

Abby jumped at his voice. “Mike! You’re back early.”

“I am. Funny how you weren’t home.”

“Yeah, I was at the stadium getting paperwork done from the road trip. How was work?” Abby tried to remain calm.

“Informative. Care to explain these?” He threw down photos in front of her.

Abby picked them up and saw photos from Vegas, from the benefit and from LAX. “Mike,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, Abigal, he growled. MINE!” He backed her up into a corner, crowding her. “And if I can’t have you, then no one will.”

“Goddamm Adler, the view from here is spec –tac-u-lar,” Johnny whistles from the backyard. “I bet the stars are amazing at night.”

“The main reason why I got it, Storm.” Frank uncapped a couple of beers. “Mary is into astronomy and shit, and she likes to look at the sky at night. Hence,” he pointed to the telescope in the corner.

“Damm, my girl is a little genius,” he said with a cocky grin

“Storm, I swear to god...” Frank growled as Johnny keeled over in laughter.

“You’re too fucking easy Adler! Jesus,” as Johnny is wiping tears from her eyes. As he calmed down, he looked around the living room. “Where is my strawberry anyways?”

Ignoring the nickname, Frank replied. “Scott took her to a slumber party. He should be back soon. Want another?” waiving the empty bottle. Johnny nods as Frank heads in.

“Are we going to talk about you and Doc?”

Frank stills for a second before popping the beers and coming to Johnny. “What?”

“You heard me? You and Doc Hernandez. When did that start?” Frank is silent, peeling off the label of his beer. “Really, the silent treatment? Ok, let me ask this, did you ask my sister out?” Frank shook his head. “Then what happened?”

“I kissed her.”

“My sister?”

“No you idiot. Abby.” Frank’s face turns up to the sky. “She was crying and I just... I couldn’t help it. I saw her beautiful eyes that were pink because she thought I had moved on and, he took a breath, I just wanted to make her feel better.”

“You’re in love with her.” Johnny smiled. “I knew that. From the minute you started talking about Doc, you can tell, you love her. Truly. Madly. Deeply.”

“What the fuck are you now Torch, Savage Garden?”

“Tell me I’m lying.” Johnny smirked as Frank remained silent. He started to hum and then sang, “I’ll be your dream, I’ll be your wish, I’ll be...”

“Finish that and I will hit you with my bat,” Frank growled. “Yes, ok, yes, I am in love with Abby. I’ve been in love with her and never stopped. Happy?”

“Thrilled.” Johnny patted Frank’s back. “I’m happy for you, man.”

“Thanks Johnny.”

They sat around with Scott joining them, talking about how the Dodgers were doing against the league, how Mary was still working on getting Frank yes to a dog and how Susan had been acting strangely whenever her phone rang.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe she has a boyfriend and she’s scared to tell you?” Scott said.

“No, she would tell me. She tells me everything,” Johnny says. He looks at Frank who shares a look with Scott. “No, no way. I mean, who would she date? Some nerds from work?”

“Better than her brother trying to set her up with one of his teammates,” Frank says, finishing his beer. “I think we need something stronger for this conversation.”

“Frank, seriously, do you know something?” Johnny chases after him as Scott huffs a laugh.

Morning came with the brightness of the sun. Frank woke with his head pounding and mouth dry. He checked his phone and saw it was 10 AM. “What the fuck,” he mumbled. Checking to make sure he didn’t miss a call from Abby or Mary, he then stumbled into the bathroom and took care of business before heading to the kitchen. He found Scott there, nursing a coffee. “Hey Scottie.”

“Frankie. Jesus my head is killing me. Thankful for no Nugget this morning.” Scott lowered his head to the counter. “How much did we drink last night?”

“A lot. Johnny couldn’t face the fact that his sister is her own woman. Where is he?”

“Couch.”

Frank grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the living room. He found Johnny sprawled out on the couch, arm over his head. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up.” He kicked the couch and Johnny rolled over and onto the floor. “Shit, are you alright?”

“Stop yelling,” the muffled reply came. “I’m dying, can’t you see that?”

Frank chuckled. “There is water on the table for you. I’ll make some more coffee and get something to eat for you.”

“Thanks Dad.”

Frank shook his head as he headed back into the kitchen. “Bacon and eggs?” Scott nodded and reached to make more coffee. The phone rang and Frank saw his cell phone sitting on the bar top. He answered. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Frank Adler?”

“Speaking.”

“Mr. Adler, this is Dr. Green from USC emergency room. We have an Abigail Hernandez that has just been admitted and...”

“Frank dropped the phone.”

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I wishhhh you would write a jjxreader fic. Literally anything💜

Hell or High Water

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Words: 3.1k+

Summary: An unsub is hunting the loved ones of the team and JJ's greatest fears all seem to be coming to life. She will go to just about any lengths to protect you, even if it means pushing you away.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort (maybe?), a bit of smut

Warnings: Vague mentions of stalking, murder, talk about a serial killer. Uh, angsty smut with r receiving. Let me know what else I need to add!

A/N: This ask has been sitting in my inbox forever and I am so sorry for that. I've been working on this for awhile, but my other stuff kinda got put on the back burner for MTT. This turned out... different than I had planned this for. But hope you enjoy, anon. And just because this took me a minute to answer I hope y'all know I do take your suggestions seriously and have them all written down (and a lot of them already started).

Series Masterlist || Part 2

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Part 1: Dead Body

The slam of the door made you jump out of your skin. It was way past midnight and while you hadn’t been asleep, the sound of your door had you wide awake within seconds. JJ wasn’t home yet, you were all alone in your apartment. You hoped that the stomping across the floor coming your way was her, but you always felt a little on edge. Especially when usually she sends you a text telling you she’s on her way home. You hadn’t gotten that text yet.

Holding your breath, you scanned the room for something to hold on to for protection in case it wasn’t your wife who’d loudly entered your apartment. You clicked the TV off, slowly began to stand from the couch, incredibly relieved you left the lights off. Choosing rather to watch something you were half paying attention to until JJ came home in the dark as you waited. With the help of only moonlight to light your way, you began to search for some place to hide, but then you heard a voice and your whole body began to relax.

“(Y/N)?” JJ’s voice called through the apartment. She must have forgotten to send you a text. Which was incredibly unlike her, but right now, you were just relieved you weren’t in any danger. “Where are you?”

“Right here.” You walked across your apartment and towards her voice. You noted her tone when she asked where you were. She sounded off.

“Thank god,” she mumbled under her breath and flipped on a light. Once she did that, you immediately noticed the disheveled state of her. She looked… exhausted to say the least. Yet, her body language simultaneously read as if she was incredibly on edge. You immediately noticed her red rimmed eyes as well. She had been crying, something incredibly rare for your usually guarded and collected wife.

“What happened?” You whisper, walking towards her and reaching out your hand to take her own. She simply shook her head, and you could tell she was fighting back tears. “Was it bad?”

You watched as she clenched her jaw, her eyes searching yours for a second. For what? You had no clue. There’d been hard cases before. Cases that JJ couldn’t help, but bring a piece of it home with her. You’d talk it out, you’d hold her while she lay silent in your arms. You knew the drill, you knew when things like that stayed with her. But this was something different, and you couldn’t figure out what. All you knew was that it was beginning to scare you.

“What happened?” You repeated, squeezing her hand in yours and giving her a pleading look. She shook her head yet again, but, to your surprise, with the hand in hers, she pulled you to her and wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace. This caught you off guard, and all you could do was hold on to her waist to steady yourself as she squeezed you impossibly tight and buried her head in your neck, taking a deep breath as she held you. She was shaking, you could feel it now and she was holding you as if you’d disappear at any moment. “Please, just say something.” Your voice broke as you spoke, and all JJ did was squeeze you painfully tighter.

“You don’t want to know,” She finally spoke, her voice was quiet, barely even a whisper, but there was anger dripping in those words, you knew her well enough to hear when she tried to hide it. And with each passing moment, her behavior was making you more nervous. “Let’s just go to bed, please?”

You pulled back to look at her. Searching her eyes, all you saw was pain and fear. Tears were starting to well in her eyes yet again and you realized it might be best not to push what happened just yet. Not tonight at least. You simply nodded your head and she let go of her hold on you, only to take your hand and practically pull you to the bedroom. Watching as she locked the bedroom door behind her, you thought that action to be curious. But then again, all of her behaviors tonight have struck you as odd to say the least. You sat on the edge of the bed and she slid down next to you. The minute she did, her shoulders slumped and her head fell into her hands. You didn’t say a word, brushing your hands through her hair as gently as you could while you waited for her to recover. She didn’t cry, she didn’t speak, she just stayed like that. Still as can be, apart from the steady rise and fall of her chest. After a moment she looked back up at you and you saw the exhaustion in her eyes once more. You helped her get undressed, sliding her jacket off her body and placing it beside the bed. She slipped her shoes off and stood to remove the rest of her clothing and change into something more comfortable. The silence in the room felt too heavy the whole time. As she moved across the room to get ready for bed, you noted the way her body moved. It was apparent to you that she was still trembling and her movements felt rigid, guarded, as if she was on high alert.

When she slid into bed, you followed soon after and she immediately pulled you into her arms. Wrapping her whole body around yours, she gripped your shirt so tightly, that you could feel your shirt shake within her fists. You turned, with much difficulty in her tight embrace, and brought your hands up to cradle her face.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’m right here.”

She didn’t respond, just leaned in to press her lips against yours in silent desperation. You kissed her back the best you could, all the while still holding her face. Her grip on your clothing grew even tighter, to the point where you could feel her nails dig into your skin through your shirt. She continued to kiss you with a need you don’t think you’ve ever seen from her. With the best of your ability, you kissed her back, trying to convey your love, your care, and your support for her. Yet, as one of her hands released its grip from your shirt to grab your jaw instead, your heart broke at the feeling of just how badly her hands were shaking.

You attempted to pull back, to get a word in. Part of this just wasn’t sitting right with you, and the more desperate her kisses grew, the more your mind raced at what could possibly be wrong. But you couldn’t manage to pull back, not when the hand on your jaw tightened each time you tried to turn your head and held you firmly in place, her tongue all but forcing your lips apart in an anguished attempt to bring you ever closer to her in every possible way she could.

When her tongue brushed against yours, you began to lose your resolve. Your hands moved from her face to fall back down on the bed in surrender and in a blink you realized she was no longer lying beside you, but on top of you, her legs straddling your hips. The hand not holding your jaw was now very quickly making its way under your pajama shorts. Her lips broke from yours for a moment, and you gasped for air. You felt her hand slide in between your legs and that finally shook you enough to act.

Darting your hand out to grab her wrist, she stops and finally meets your eyes again. It felt like time was standing still. The silence of the room felt suffocating. She stared down at you, neither of you moving, you held your breath. Her eyes were guarded, but you still saw through it. Beneath the surface, you could see that she was in so much pain..

“JJ, what are you-”

“Just let me,” her voice cracked as she spoke. “Please, (Y/N).”

You both stared for a moment. She was waiting for your response, you realized. You searched her eyes like they would hold all the answers to what’s going on with her, but you couldn’t find anything. The only thing there was this desperate need that seems to have taken hold of your wife. You swallow and slowly relax your grip on her wrist.

“Okay,” you nod. “Okay…”

And without hesitation she begins to move again, her lips going back to connect with yours in a fierceness you can’t keep up with. The hand gripping your jaw, now moved to tangle in your hair as you struggled to kiss her back. Her other hand also began to slide back in between your legs. You felt her fingers slide through your folds, brushing past your clit and pausing before going further. She waited, her lips parting from yours so she could pull back, just to check in one last time. You nodded frantically, starting to feel your own sense of desperation for her. A deep seated need for her to touch you, claim you, and promise everything would be alright. You didn’t know much about what was going on with JJ right now, but what you did know was that tonight wasn’t about tenderness. This wasn’t going to be one of the many nights you’ve had with her, where you’d slowly explore each other’s body. No, tonight was about her pouring every ounce of want and need into you, fueled by whatever sadness and fear she seems to be carrying. So when she slid two of her fingers inside you, she didn’t hesitate to go at a brutal pace.

You let out a groan when she pulled your head back by your hair to drag her lips down your neck and when she curled her fingers in just the right spot, you felt your eyes roll back. Her lips moved to your shoulder, teeth sinking into the skin there and your hands flew to her back, nails digging deep enough to leave marks. The way she was touching you was rough, messy, hungry. Each thrust of her fingers inside you, each time her teeth would sink into your skin only for her tongue to dart out and sooth it, was bringing you closer and closer to that edge at an embarrassingly fast rate.

As you feel yourself getting ever closer to a release, JJ’s hand untangles from your hair to yet again grab your jaw. Tugging your head back to be level with hers, in the haze of pleasure she was giving you, you hear her grunt out “Look at me.” You don’t register it at first, but then her hand squeezes your jaw and your eyes struggle to focus on her face. “Look at me. I want to see you when you cum for me.” and when you meet her eyes, the thrust of her fingers goes impossibly faster and harder and within seconds she pushes you over that edge, reducing you to nothing but a moaning mess beneath her.

After a moment of both of you just catching your breath, she untangles from you. Rolling off you only to tug you closer and lock you in her arms again. She has your head tucked underneath hers and the room has returned to that suffocating stillness. You feel her take a deep breath and you wait as best you can, afraid to be the one to break the silence.

“I love you,” she whispers and you feel her lips press against the top of your head, her arms squeezing you almost painfully tight in her embrace.

You turn to bury your head in her chest and mumble your “I love you too” before letting the room fall back into silence. You know you won’t learn what’s happening tonight, your anxiety is still simmering under the surface as you lay in her arms, but you know she’s not ready to say. As hard as it is, you can be patient about this. At least for now. Her “I love you” took some of that fear away from you, but not completely. You still felt dread for what she might say come the morning, but for the time being you just took a fist full of her shirt in your hands and held her just as tightly as she held you until you both finally managed to fall asleep.

…

When the morning came, you stirred from your sleep and reached out to the other side of the bed. However, when you found it empty, your eyes shot open. You knew for a fact that JJ had the day off today, and it was rare for her to leave your bed in the morning without waking you. Especially after a night like last night.

You sat up immediately and looked around the room for signs of your wife. All of the anxieties about her actions last night were rushing right back to you and your thoughts raced with so many different worst case scenarios. But then, you heard movement outside your bedroom and the tell-tale sound of JJ’s footsteps pacing back and forth in the hall outside your door.

You pull back the covers and slip out of bed, towards the door. Slowly and quietly you reach the door and as you begin to open it, you pause.

“Listen to me, Gracia. You’re going to say you need a trip. Just say it’s a vacation, that you need some time away. The reason doesn’t matter.” JJ’s voice carried through the hall as you stood in the doorway of your bedroom. She had stopped pacing and was facing away from you. You could tell she hadn’t realized you were awake yet and you just stood there frozen as you listened to her words. “You’re going to tell her she’s the only one who can make it since everyone else is busy with a case and that (Y/N) is your backup. And then you’re going to take her and you two are going to just go. You’re going to go far away. Out of the country. Some place peaceful, tropical, remote. I don’t really care, just as long as you’re both gone...”

You weren’t meant to hear this conversation. It most clearly wasn’t meant for your ears. You knew something was off, obviously, with the way JJ was acting the night before. Right now, though, she almost sounded unhinged. This only signaled one thing for you. Whatever the case is, it must be getting personal for the team. You recalled an early conversation she once had, one where she talked about sending you away if she worried her job would bleed into your life together. She told horror stories about past agents getting targeted personally by unsubs, and how family would tragically end up in the line of fire.

You listened for a moment as JJ and Penelope kept going back and forth on the plan. A plan that, from what it sounded like on JJ’s end, didn’t seem like Penelope was in love with. You couldn’t blame her, because on top of the anxiety coursing through you, something about what you were hearing was bringing up other emotions.

JJ brought the phone down from her ear, letting out a groan of frustration before whipping around and stopping in her tracks. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. You held your breath and waited for her to say something.

“(Y/N), what did you hear?” She takes a step forward.

“Enough.” You spit back. “And you’re not just shipping me off.”

Her demeanor shifts and suddenly the air of anxiety she has about her transforms to one of exasperation. “I’m trying to protect you,” she says in a low voice, a silent warning in her tone that dares you not to test her further.

“You can’t just make me leave,” you stood your ground. “I can handle myself. I am your wife. I am not just going to let you send me away on some vacation while you’re clearly in danger.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll do,” JJ practically growled through gritted teeth, her tone dripping with anger now. “You are my wife and I promised to protect you. You are the only thing on this earth that matters to me. So you’re going to go. You’re going to go until this is over so you can be safe and alive. And I don’t have to worry every day while I’m trying to catch this guy that I’ll come home and find you bleeding out on our kitchen floor. I can’t have that. I can’t live with that fear.”

“So, that’s what’s going on? You are being targeted then?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“I’m not being targeted, you are.” You froze at her words. You hadn’t expected that. “Years ago, before I was even part of the team, an unsub came along that targeted the lives of BAU team members. He escaped our investigation eventually, but his actions were…” you watched her clench her fists as she paused for a moment to take a deep breath, “...gruesome to say the least. And on top of that they were personal. They were families of the team, close friends, parents, kids, it didn’t matter who. He would pick them off one by one and then go for the agent. When the team got too close though, the murders just stopped. Every lead they got was a dead end until they stopped having leads all together.”

“Then why do I have to go-”

“Because two agents of the BAU found their entire family’s murdered in a similar way, one by one, until they were all gone and we were too late. We believe this is caused by that same unsub.” Your blood ran cold and all you could do was stare back at your wife as she continued. “And I’m not taking any chances if we’re right.”

You shook your head furiously. No, there was no way you were going to leave your wife. You didn’t care about the danger you were in, all you heard from that explanation was this potential unsub could hurt her too.

She crossed the hallway, while you just stood there in silent shock. Placing her hands on either of your shoulders she gave you a somber look.

“You’re going,” her statement had no room for argument, no room for buts. She was looking at you with such strong conviction. Yet, as she did, tears filled her eyes and you realized your look must match hers because after a moment you shrugged her hands off your shoulders and took a step back.

Squaring your shoulders, you mustered up all the composure you possibly could in light of this news. And with as much finality as you could manage you uttered, “Over my dead body.”

And you meant that literally.

A/N: Don't worry there will be a part 2. So far, from what I have written, I only plan for this to be two parts but also... knowing me, things could change. There could be more.

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