#no but honestly i thought she was going to after asking bo to do it

[help-me-obi-wan-ur-my-only-hope]

the armorer literally just goes hey this is my girl and she walks both ways and she does whatever she wants try convincing me she didn’t ask bo to take off her helmet just to stare at her face this never gets gayer

[daycourtofficial]

Snapshots of Time

Summary: your relationship with Azriel, as shown through your relationship with Cassian.

Author’s note: this is based on this incredible request. Honestly I could do this forever I’m OBSESSED with Cassian I need to be his best friend like now.

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The hulking Illyrian general looked down at the woman in front of him, examining her outstretched hand. Azriel stood behind her, watching Cassian with curious eyes.

No one knew how this was going to go, what to expect. Azriel never brought girls home, let alone asking Cassian to meet one of them. The moment clear in his mind, as Azriel walked into the dining room to eat breakfast with Cassian.

The shadowsinger sat down, setting his morning coffee, eggs, and bacon in front of him. Cassian looked at him, nodding in greeting as he shoveled some cantaloupe into his mouth.

His brother spoke first, “are you doing anything after lunch?”

Cassian thought about his day, he had dinner plans, but nothing for the afternoon. He shakes his head no, his mouth still full of cantaloupe.

“Good,” his brother tells him, “I want you to meet someone.” Cassian stops chewing, surprised at this. “You want me to meet someone?” Is what he tried to say, but with the cantaloupe blocking his throat, it came out more like, “boo bant me bo beat bomeone?”

Despite the confusing question, Azriel knew what his brother meant and sighed. “Yes, I’ve been… seeing someone.”

His tone conveys he doesn’t want this conversation to continue, but Cassian will not let him get away without a few answers. “You’ve been seeing someone?”

“Yes,” Azriel states, “and she wants to meet you.”

Cassian finally swallows the hunk of cantaloupe, “so it’s a her?” He asks, waggling his eyebrows. Azriel swallows his bite of eggs, disdain coating his voice. “If you can’t handle it-“

Cassian cuts him off, “Oh, I can handle it, brother. I assure you.”

He looked again at the lady in front of him, a smile adorning her face, making her look so soft, so warm.

He can see why she has Azriel wrapped around her finger - she’s been in front of Cassian for all of thirty seconds, telling him her name and offering her hand to shake, and he already finds her incredibly endearing.

But he also wants to give both of them a hard time. As nice as she may look, this is serious for his brother. His brother, who has always felt so undeserving of love, bringing someone to meet his family.

Well, to just meet Cassian. Azriel figured slow introductions was the best way to go about this, and he started with Cassian. A decision Cassian can tell Azriel is starting to regret.

“Ah,” he takes your hand, giving you a bone crushing handshake. You take it like a champ, he notes, as he calls you by the wrong name. It’s close to your own name, but not exact.

You correct him, prompting him to call you a different, incorrect name. He looks at you expectantly, the eye contact you share telling Cassian that you know exactly what he’s doing. And you don’t back down.

“That’s right, Calliope.” You respond, “nice to meet you.” You smile at him, a sweet smile that he sees through.

Wonderful.

-

Azriel had asked Cassian if it would be okay if he brought you to training. It was something you seemed interested in and, Azriel admits to Cass, if things continue he’d prefer you to have some knowledge of defending yourself.

Cassian had seen you a time or two since your first introduction, the two of you continuing to use incorrect names for each other. He agreed to let you come, as long as he could help your training.

You showed up to training the next morning, a teasing smirk making it’s way to Cassian’s face as you approach.

“Behave,” Azriel warns his brother, as he approaches you. You smile as he gets closer, standing on your toes to kiss him quickly.

Cassian’s desire to tease you both falters for a second, wanting nothing more than to make a comment about the red finding its way up Az’s neck, heating his cheeks. The general goes to say something, stopping as he watches the way you look at his brother. Your eyes show such kindness, such warmth, even from yards away.

You walk up, greeting Cassian as you come up to him. “Good morning, Cassandra.” He chuckles, throwing an incorrect name back at you. “You ready to learn?”

You beam, “yeah! Hopefully you’re a good teacher - maybe I’ll surpass you and take your job.”

You start shadow boxing around him, pretending to hit him. Cassian laughs at you, as Azriel looks at you fondly, your back turned to him.

The two of them lead you through a variety of stretches, they teach you how to throw a punch, and where to strike an opponent for the most impact.

“Can I spar with you?” You ask Cassian, both of the males eyebrows shooting up at your request. “I’d ask Azriel, but I don’t want to ruin his pretty face,” you say, cupping his face in your hands.

Cassian grumbles as you two walk towards the clearing, “I’m pretty too…”

You laugh, as he turns to face you. “Okay, sunshine, let’s spar.”

You two circle each other, and Azriel watches from the sidelines in both amusement and to ensure you don’t get hurt. Cassian throws a lazy punch at you, which you block flawlessly, the shock etching his face. You throw a piss poor punch on purpose, wanting him to lower his guard. He blocks your punch easily, and you two continue in this half-assed dance for a few minutes, until you decide to go all out.

You fake a left jab, causing Cassian to move to defend his left side, leaving the right side of his face open for your fist to collide with.

The impact creates a bone breaking sound that doesn’t come from your fingers. Azriel sucks in a breath, running towards the two of you as Cassian falls to the ground.

He looks up at you, the blood dripping down his face. “Where’d you learn that, sunshine?” He laughs, spitting blood out in the ground.

“I have three older brothers,” you smile down at him. “They taught me how to throw a punch.”

You offer a hand, and he takes it, laughing as you help him up.

-

Cassian’s wings were flapping so hard, so fast. He was exhausted, the events of the day catching up to him. Determination to get to you was keeping him moving.

He vaguely knew where you lived, Azriel mentioning stopping by to see you after going to a bakery. He lands in front of the bakery, and does the only things he knows how to: he starts knocking on doors.

Various Velaris citizens open their doors, ready to be angry at whoever is pounding on their door in the dead of night, until they see the High Lord’s General, asking if anyone with your name or your description lives there or if they know you. Eventually he reaches a door where the woman inside tells him that you live a few doors down, with the green door and flowers on your doorstep.

He approaches the door, knocking until you open the door, only allowing a small sliver to see who is there. “Cassian?” You ask, opening the door wider. He can tell he woke you up, due to your messy hair and sapphire blue nightgown.

You wake up at the realization of Cassian being at your door, immediately asking him if Azriel’s okay. Cassian shakes his head, asking if you want to come see him. You ask how dire it is, and he says you have a moment to change into actual clothes. You find some sweatpants and a shirt Azriel had left at your place, and allow his brother to scoop you into his arms as you two fly towards the House of Wind.

The flight is silent, both of your anxieties practically palpable through the air. You two eventually land, Cassian leading you directly to Azriel’s chambers.

You had been a frequent visitor to Az’s room in the other residences, but you’d only been in the House of Wind once. You’re thankful for Cassian’s lead, following close behind him.

You wind through the halls until Cassian stops in front of a door, knocking softly. He waits a moment, then enters, no response from the other side. He opens the door and Rhys is present, turning to look at the both of you as you enter the room.

You take in Azriel’s form on the bed. He’s asleep, you hope, watching his chest, watching it rise and fall slowly. You match your breathing with his, the deep breaths calming you, the only way Azriel can soothe you right now.

“How- uh- how bad is it?” You ask, unable to look away from his form on the bed. You approach slowly, taking in the injuries as you get closer. You’re a few feet away and you can see the deep bruising on his face, his chest, his arms. You shutter, his knuckles covered in blood.

Rhys grabs your shoulders softly, “he’s going to be okay, sore, but okay. He was asking for you, though.”

You nod, Azriel’s request warming your heart a bit. He always came to you after missions to help bandage his wounds. You smile a bit at the fact that whatever the hell happened to him out there didn’t stop him from wanting to continue that tradition.

Cassian is the first to move, as he moves two chairs to sit next to Azriel’s bed. He gestures for you to sit in one of them, as he takes up residence in the other one.

Rhys rubs your shoulders softly as he asks, “do you want some tea? Water? Anything?”

You clear your throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Some tea would be nice, thanks.”

Azriel woke up feeling incredibly groggy and like he had fallen from a balcony. He heard laughing, and he kept his eyes closed to figure out what was happening near him.

The room smelled like his room, the sheets felt like his, and he almost snapped his eyes open at your laugh.

No, not just your laugh, but the loud boisterous laugh of Cassian and the soft amused laugh of Rhys.

The three of you were talking about him.

“The morning he told me he wanted us to meet, he was shaking like a wet dog,” Rhys said, amusement lacing his tone.

“No hr wasn’t,” you say, shock in your voice. “Oh, yes,” Rhys replies, shifting in his seat. “He’s never brought anyone home before, and he’s never talked about anyone before.”

Cassian snorts, “I almost caught him with someone a century ago. I swear I heard something, but when I came in poof they were gone.”

You laugh, the sound filling Azriel’s chest with warmth. “He had told me that you two wanted to meet me!”

Rhys laughs, “he told us you wanted to meet us!”

You all laugh, as Azriel stirs slightly. He opened his eyes to find Rhys in a chair on his right, with you and Cassian taking up two chairs on his left.

“Don’t listen to anything they say,” Azriel rasps, coughing from how dry his throat was. “They’re both liars.”

Azriel closed his eyes again, but he felt your hand wrap around his, and he could see your face in his mind. Your hand squeezed his, and despite the injuries, he couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Hi, love.”

“Hi Azzy,” Cassian responds, earning a groan from Azriel.

You want to touch his face, but you’re worried you’ll hurt him.

“Well, now that you’re awake, we’ll see ourselves out,” Rhysand told him, offering him a wink as his brothers get up and begin moving to the door.

“A woman’s love is the best medicine,” Cassian says.

“You assholes aren’t even going to see how I am? After staying all night?”

Cassian laughs, “oh, we didn’t stay here out of concern over you. We stayed to keep her company.”

-

Looking at where you and the general stood, you regretted the events leading you here. “I’m just saying he’d love this little black number.”

Cassian currently had an arm draped around a mannequin, wearing the least amount of fabric possible.

“Cassian,” you hiss, embarassment leaking out of you, “why are we here?”

“You asked for help for a gift - this is my help!” He says, gesturing broadly around the lingerie shop. You hiss at him, “this isn’t what I had in mind-“

A chipper voice cuts you off, “good morning! How are you two today?” You turn to find a pretty shopkeeper looking at you and Cassian, her eyes lingerinf on his biceps wrapped around the mannequin. You swear you see him flex a little.

Cassian looks at you with a shit-eating grin as he tells her, “great! I’m helping her find a gift for my brother.”

She looks between you two, confusion on her face. “Is it for him to wear? We have a men’s section-“

“No, no,” Cassian says,”I’ll come back another day to check out that section. We’re looking for something for her, preferably in black or blue.”

He smiles at the shop associate, and she blushes at his attention. He winks at her, as she turns around to find you some options.

“Cassian, I’d prefer it if you weren’t aware of my lingerie choices.”

He raises his hands up, “I can close my eyes if that’ll make you feel better.” He places his hands over his eyes, “just guide me around the store, please, so I don’t fondle any mannequins.”

-

“I know something you don’t know,” Cassian coos at you, swaggering into the room. You’re seated in the library, enjoying a nice book by the fire. At least, you were.

“Hi Cass,” you say, taking a sip of your wine. He plops down next to you, stretching his arm behind you on the couch. You almost recoil at his smell, clearly coming in straight from training or fighting or something.

“Ugh, Cass, can you shower before showing up? You have a smell.” You fake gag at him.

He waggles his eyebrows, “some call it a musk,” he replies, “and I know you like it when Azzie is all sweaty after training.”

You roll your eyes, moving a little away from him. “Yes, but he’s hot. It’s different.”

He gawks at you. “It’s not different!” He insists, “I’m hot!”

You sigh, accepting the turn in conversation. “Yes, but not when you smell like that.”

He waggles his eyebrows, “so you do think I’m hot?” You slap him across the chest. “Yes, you’re a very handsome boy. Now what did you know that I don’t?”

Cassian pauses, trying to remember why he came in here in the first place. Then he remembers, smiling at you. He leaned back, placing his hands together on his stomach.

“Ah, yes. I know something you don’t know.”

You huff, “yes Cassian, and I know plenty that you don’t know.”

“Yes but my knowledge is about a certain pretty shadowsinger.”

You eye him, his grin spanning his whole face. “What do you know?”

Cassian looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. “What’s it worth to you?”

You push him, “tell me.”

“What’s it worth?”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“Value?”

You sigh, “I’ll set you up with my friend Varia.”

He lifts an eyebrow, “promise?”

“If your information is valuable enough.”

“Oh I can guarantee it.”

“Then we have a deal. What do you know?”

Cassian looks around the room, to ensure you’re truly alone, including the presence of any nosey shadows. Once he feels confident you’re truly alone, he tells you, “I saw him in a jewelry store today.”

You pause, “okay?”

“And your birthday isn’t for six months, solstice was two months ago, your anniversary is in 8 months, so…”

He motions his hands, hoping you’ll get what he’s insinuating.

“He’s preparing?” You ask. The general rolls his eyes. He grabs both of your arms, shaking you as he tells you, “he was looking at rings!”

You gasp, “no you did not! Did you see any? What did they look like? Do you think they’d fit my fingers?”

Cassian rolled his eyes, “well he wasn’t shopping at Jewelry for Giants”

You hit him in the chest with a pillow. “No, I didn’t see any of them, but he was there for quite a while. Pretty sure the shop assistant showed him everything he had in the store.”

You squeal, launching yourself onto Cassian in a hug. “This better be real, valid intel Cassian or I swear I’ll cut off your testicles and feed them to Bryaxis.”

He eventually leaves, having had enough of your squealing and questions about rings, opting for a glass of milk before bed. As he’s in the kitchen pouring a glass he hears from behind him, “Cassian I know you saw me.”

He flinches, but just barely, causing the shadowsinger to smile just a touch. “Saw you where?”

Azriel sighed, “stop playing dumb with me Cassian, you saw me at Winston’s Jewelry.”

Cassian’s surprised at Azriel’s forwardness, his lack of dancing around subjects a skill Cassian wishes he shared. “Yes, I did. So? I assumed you were buying a birthday gift.”

His brother doesn’t buy the fib. “You know exactly what I was looking for in that store.”

“Mm, jewelry?”

Azriel closes his eyes, counting to ten, to keep himself from leaping across the kitchen and stabbing his brother. He keeps his eyes closed as he says, “I bought a ring.”

“This is so sudden, brother, I mean how could I say yes when we haven’t even spent a night together?”

Azriel rubs the bridge of his nose, annoyance still there from the moment he saw Cassian watching him. “Not for you, for her.” He pauses and Cassian doesn’t try to fill it, waiting for Azriel to continue.

Azriel sighs, letting the truth fill the room. “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

Cassian cheers in delight, excitement coursing through him.

“How are you going to do it? A bunch of flowers everywhere? Oh, oh, put the ring on your cock and -“

Azriel balks at Cassian, the headache coming back. He goes to walk away, but stops. “Just - don’t tell her you saw me. Please?”

Cassian pales, but agrees, and watches his brother head towards his room. Once he hears the click of his door, he races across the house to the library, where you’re still seated.

“Don’t-“ he pants, “mention anything about rings.” He pants again, surprisingly winded. “I didn’t tell you anything.” He turns to walk away, but he hears you say, “okay?” before he walks out.

-

You were spreading olive oil across the grape tomatoes as you heard your door open. You didn’t hear movement as your husband walked into the kitchen, your back turned to him.

“You’re home early,” you say, stirring the gnocchi. “How was your day, sweets?”

“It was fine, darling,” you hear Cassian respond, followed by a chair dragging across your floor as he plops down, spreading his legs wide, taking up a considerable amount of space.

You turned around, expecting a different Illyrian in your kitchen, a quick retort on your tongue as you look down and see his shoes. “Cassian!” You scold, “I’ve told you to take off your muddy boots before you come in.”

You walk over to him, flicking him in the ear. He rubs it softly, muttering about something. “Sorry, dear,” he says, emphasizing the term of endearment, as he starts unlacing his shoes.

You begin walking back to continue your cooking. “I thought you were my husband,” you shout to him as he walks back through your living room, the door softly opening. “Well, I’m flattered sweetheart, I thought we could have had something special, too, but my rascal of a brother got you first.”

You roll your eyes at him, stirring your noodles, “We never would have worked out, Cass. We’re both too chipper, we need to share our happiness with the grumps of the world.”

Cassian snorted, opening your fridge to grab a beer, “no we wouldn’t have worked out because Azriel would have murdered me if I made a move.”

He opens his beer bottle with his teeth, chuckling.

You laugh, cutting up your cooked chicken to mix it back into the pasta. “Oh what could have been, Cass. The world wouldn’t have been able to handle us together.”

“I know I certainly couldn’t.”

You smile, feeling your husband ghost a kiss to your cheek. He wraps his arms around you, basking in your scent before he goes to get his own beer.

Cassian rolls his eyes, “you would have skulked for hundreds of years, brother.” Your eyebrows raise, “you think we would have been together for centuries?”

“Oh yeah,” Cassian nods, putting his beer down on the table. “If not out of love, out of spite.” He gives Azriel a little smirk, and Azriel slaps the back of his head.

“Why are you here, Cass, other than to flirt with my wife?” He asks, taking his usual seat at the table.

“Yeah, Cass, didn’t you have a date tonight?” You ask, placing the pan in the oven and setting a timer. Azriel stills at your question. His brother did have a date tonight, one that should have started two hours ago.

You both reach the same conclusion as you say, “oh, Cass,” turning around to look at him. “What happened?”

He shrugs, starting to rip the label off his bottle to occupy himself. “She just.. wasn’t right.” He sighs, a contemplative look overcoming his features. “I just want something real. Not a few nights, not a few months. Something real. Like you two.”

Cassian’s face reddens, his admission in the air. He’s about to apologize, but you wrap your arms around his head, placing your own on top of his.

“You deserve someone incredible, Cass. Someone that isn’t me.” He laughs, patting your arms. “I’m sorry she didn’t work out. But you’re free to stay for dinner tonight, if you want. I’m making pesto chicken gnocchi.”

Cassian sighs, deflating in your arms a bit, “I don’t want to impose-“

Azriel snorts, “yes you do. Go ahead, Cassian. Impose. We’re happy to let you.” Cassian smiles, a real, genuine smile. Most nights the loneliness doesn’t get to him, but this is a rare night for vulnerability, and as the three of you gather around the table, gossiping about the girl Rhys was under the mountain with and how she was now at the Moonstone Palace with Rhys, Cassian feels his friends help carry his burden.

[v3nusxsky]

Hey, do you write for wandanat? If not that's totally fine but if you do I was wondering if maybe I could request one?

Maybe where Wanda and nat are already together and one night at an avengers party they spot reader and Wanda falls for them and so convinces Natasha to seduce and take reader home with them?

Hopefully with smut, and maybe with daddy nat and soft mommy Wanda?

Love your work soooo much, feel no pressure to write this❤️

One of a Kind 18+

*Authors note~ a) I wrote this exhausted so mistakes are mine sorry y’all. B) I know you guys are all excited for different things so I was struggling to choose what I should post, shamefully having an anxiety attack over not choosing the right fic. So to save the day my lovely girlfriend choose wandnat for tonight*

To requester, I'm sorry I took some artistic liberties here but I honestly couldn't help but write them as g!p I hope that's okay!!!

Trigger warnings~threesome smut seduction daddy and mommy kink g!p Wanda Nat fingering r receiving praise and degrading kinks choking semi public sex??

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Wanda and Tasha really didn't want to come to this party. No. But as per normal Tony wanted to throw a party and showed off his wealth and success. Wanda opting for a stunning emerald dress and Nat going for a form fitting suit. Wanda hid her cock so well that Nat often found herself being jealous. But she couldn't deny that her girlfriend is absolutely stunning in everything and nothing.

You'd been invited by Fury as a way to introduce you to the Avengers. You'd be set to join the team soon, but no one but Fury or Tony knew. Nat spotted you first, a simple Maroon skirt tucked into a beautiful black pencil skirt. Your legs on full display and a few buttons undone to give a tasteful view of your cleavage to the public. Alone at the bar is how the story starts, a rather cliche but important fact. That was where under an agreement between her and her wife Natasha swooped in on you.

You'd be lying if you said she wasn't sexy and very alluring but you still don't quite understand why she's here wasting time trying to get you in her bed. No one ever does that. It made you skeptical of her advances and actively ignoring the way her voice alone caused your cunt to become slick. The way her voice deepened as her eyes drank you in almost got you. Almost. But your past caught you first, you ended up lashing out at the woman.

"No one's ever really shown an interest in me. I'm not the prettiest or the smartest or the funniest girl around, I'm just average." You almost whispered but the woman could hear the sadness dripping through every word. "So this cruel joke of yours. Just stop it! Because I know no one would ever want me especially when they look like you do. So just stop" your voice broke on the last few words before you fled the scene. Really how could she do this to you? You thought she was a nice person, but to suggest this and not mean it was obviously going to hurt. After all who in their right mind would want an inexperienced virgin when they can have anyone in the whole world?

"Hey, you're beautiful, and I'd gladly take you home for my wife and me to enjoy for the night, you just have to trust we want you in the way we say" she murmured to you a gentle handed rubbing at your back in an attempt to soothe the confusing outburst. Yet both women were no strangers to being used and abused by other people. "You mean it?" You were really speaking more to yourself but when she replied with a Russian pet name that slipped off her tongue, you were a goner, "детка, we've been watching you all evening, no one in this room has caught our interest because we've been focused on you."

A simple nod had Nat leading you to the table to introduce you to her wife. By no surprise, her wife was just as beautiful as the red head. You immediately felt like you were unworthy of their attention. "I um should say I've never, um" you stumbled over your own admission but you could see you had both women's attention. "It's okay детка we will take this slow and at your pace, we truly want to get to know you дорогой" she whispered to you over the loud noise of the party. The other woman who you learned was the Scarlett Witch offered you to come sit closer to the women as you all conversed over small things really, but you were now completely at ease with them, exactly how they wanted you.

Your head warm and fuzzy, you felt an electric pulse of a slender hand trailing your thighs. It appeared you were more sensitive with the alcohol but soon enough you were spreading your legs for the brunette woman with a little help from her magic. From there you exposed your panty covered core to her curious fingers. The woman seemingly unaffected by her actions and holding a conversation with her wife about how much of an asset you'd be to the team. You almost got away with it, almost, but a little whimper escaped you as she accidentally bumped your aching clit.

"Wans" Nat warned, "you best not be playing with the хорошенькая шлюха without me" she growled the last two words. Truly how rude of you both not to wait for her, especially after her work to bring you to them. "I'm sorry Natty, I just couldn't wait anymore" the woman replied and removed her fingers from your core causing you to release a very disappointed whine. "сейчас, котенок, о тебе хорошо позаботятся" Nat purred before gracing you with a kiss to your neck before taking your hand to lead you away from the party, knowing that her wife will follow behind you.

As soon as you rounded the corner the Russian woman immediately slammed your back against the wall and attached her lips to yours with ease. The need was pouring into the kiss as the brunette woman watched in jealousy. She wanted to be the one kissing you, dragging all the pretty nosies she possibly could, but then again watching her wife touch you was doing unspeakable things to her nether region. "Tashsa" Wanda whimpered feeling the tent begin to show through her dress. "Come котенок, mommy is getting impatient and daddy can't wait to ruin your pretty untouched pussy" Natasha purred leading you to the bedroom once again. Only this time she never got side tracked.

Perhaps you'd had too much, but from there it's hazy, how did you end up absolutely bare for two of the most wanted and famous women in the world? And most importantly why the hell did they have throbbing cocks just desperate for you to take them. The women wanted to do this right, they showered you in love and praises. The made sure to touch and caress every inch of skin they could. And only when your ready did they introduce you to more. "котенок, sort out mommy's problem you caused" Nat demanded, encouraging you to bring your head to her shaft, with another quick check in and some guidance you were now choking on her cock as she forced it down your throat. "Oh fuck natty, this throat is perfect, fuck a good cock whore for me oh!"

With a few strokes to own dick she enjoyed the show, you are a fast learner by the looks of it and she was now struggling to contain herself and refrain from doing all the filthy things she desired to you. Wands sensing her wife's impatience slipped from your throat allowing you to breath as Natasha guided you into a new position. With you now on your hands and knees you were able to suck off wanda and give Nat access to your untouched cunt.

She took it slow, letting you adjust to her size, Wanda telepathically sharing the image of you with teary eyes, choking on her cock as you let Nat deflower you. But soon enough you began to rock backwards in a need for something, yet you didn't know what. "Oh there she is, our flight little girl, a dirty slut for us to use. Oh you've made mommy feel so good котенок she's ready to treat you for all your work, you'd love that huh? Mommy to fill your petty throat with cum?" Nat teased keeping her thrusts slow, "and fuck you're so fucking tight котенок, if mommy doesn't hurry up daddy will paint your pretty pussy white instead."

At the pure threat, Wanda was thrown over the edge into her own pools of bliss, breath heaving as all she could do is mewl yours and her wife's name. You greedily sucked every last drop from her shaft, surprising both women with the fact it was your first time. Only when she was sure she'd finished cumming did she slip from your front and encourage you to slip onto your back so Natasha could see your face. The new position only seemed to encourage the red head, especially with Wanda dropping her head to your breast and skilfully sucking and licking the hardened peaks. She even managed to roughly tweak her wife's right bud causing you both to cry out together.

The gasp you let out when Nat brought one hand from the bed to your throat was something both women wanted on a loop, experimenting with a bit of pressure they discovered a kink for you. "Oh Natty she liked your hand as her necklace. Oh darling is your head all fuzzy?" A broken confirmation left you as Natasha picked up an almost animalistic pace of pounding into you. And when your cries became to loud Wanda guided you to her breast, allowing you to suckle and nip her sensitive skin and effectively soothe you at the same time.

When Natasha came in long spurts of sticky white cum you honestly had no thoughts other than both the women. You lost count of how many times you'd been forced over the edge and just how long you'd been here, but now you didn't care. What a first experience to have. Oh but you weren't done, they immediately started to clean up and look after you, offering food water and cuddles. You wanted to talk, what could this mean? You'd slept with married women? Was it a fling? You hoped not. And Wanda heard all those thoughts and settled you into bed between the women with promises of talking about everything when your brain wasn't still in sub space. You'd be needing a clear mind to decide if you would join the relationship as a third party. But for now, you all slept.

Word count ~ 1839

[cupids-scream-queen]

A Little Murderess °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀*

❀ female!murderer!reader x poly!ghostface ❀

Part 5 // 2.8k words

-> Part 4

Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, p in v, actual sex (woo), choking, slight daddy kink, cheating, idk there's SEX in the SLASHER fic it's not gonna be vanilla 😭💀

A/N: No threesomes yet guys, sorry 😔

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Summary: You've just moved to a new town after the death of your little brother and stepfather with your mother. You're not ashamed of what you do to cope with the deaths; especially when you make two new friends who you might have more in common with than you thought...

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“Y/N,” Sidney hissed, tapping her pencil on the desk lightly. “Whatcha doing this weekend?”

“Not much,” You whispered back, looking up from your paper. It was Mrs. Tate’s day off, which meant worksheets upon worksheets and you were getting increasingly bored from it. Sidney was too; she was bugging you nearly the entire time, asking you various questions or pestering you about your weekend plans. You almost wanted her dead. Almost.

“Do you want to sleepover at Tatum’s with me?” She asked, and you shrugged.

“I’d have to ask my mother,” You replied, knowing that you’d just tell her your mother said no. You weren’t really in the mood for Tom Cruise this weekend—you were more interested in something more sinister. That Sidney and Tatum most definitely weren’t going to want any part of.

“Damn, any chance she’d say yes?” Sidney looked at you, almost pleading with her eyes for you to say anything that would convince her that you’d make it. You weren’t sure why she was so clingy, especially to you, of all people—she should be running away from you, not towards you.

“I’m not sure,” You tapped your pencil against your face, watching the substitute teacher read a book about Sherlock. “It depends on her mood.”

“When doesn’t it depend on her mood?” Sidney joked, and you shrugged. It was something that wasn’t quite the truth, but also wasn’t a lie—your mother was relatively passive about your whereabouts in general, but sleepovers were another game entirely: she preferred to keep you at home overnight.

“I honestly can’t answer that,” You admitted, and she looked sympathetically towards you.

“You’ve got a lot in common with Billy,” she mused, and you took a note of that—a piece of information about Billy that you could use against him should he betray you. You hadn’t really gathered anything on Stu; he was more of an open-book, and you could assume what he didn’t want people to know about he simply didn’t talk about. He had money to pay people to forget.

“What?”

“I shouldn’t have said anything, but he’s got it real bad at home. Mom left him and stuff, dad’s a bit of an alcoholic,” Sidney said, and you almost had to strain to hear her voice. You took a mental note of this, though—Mr. Loomis might be key information for blackmail against Billy, should he try anything with you. You were more afraid of Billy than Stu—Billy was quieter, and seemed to ponder over things more than Stu ever did. Billy thought meticulously, Stu acted impulsively. Together, you couldn’t quite imagine what they were capable of.

“My mom’s an alcoholic, but she’s not that bad,” You told her, and you could see her almost loosen her borders around you. Good. She’s trusting you, that’s something you could use to your advantage later.

“Good lord, that sounds awful,” Sidney’s sympathetic nature was something that you were going to try to capitalize on. You didn’t want to kill her, but simply use her. She was a useful alibi, stupid and naive. Trusting people. People like you, who shouldn’t be trusted.

“It’s not that bad once you get used to it,” You tell her, and you could tell she was wondering if she should ask you something. “Why?”

“Maybe you could talk to Billy about it,” She said quietly. “Tell him how to cope. I think it makes him upset, even if he doesn’t let people know.” There it was. Bingo. Permission to hang out with her boyfriend without her, even though you’d do it anyways, you felt like it’d cause less issues if she told you that you could.

“Maybe. I’m not sure if he likes me, he’s kind of quiet around me,” You tell her, and you could practically see the gears in her head turning.

“You could probably give him a call, I’m sure he wouldn’t care. Or you could stop by Stu’s house, he’s usually there,” Sidney told you, and you nodded your head.

“I can try to help him, sure,” You could see the grateful smile she gave you, and you could see that something with Billy’s behavior put a strain on their relationship—which you weren’t even sure was real on Billy’s end. You saw the way he looked at other girls, in ways that he didn’t look at Sidney with, and you knew that he wasn’t thinking of her at night, he had someone else in his thoughts. Be it Stu or somebody else entirely, you knew that Sidney was not the one he had in his heart. If he even had one.

“That’d be great,” Sidney’s hope and trust were placed in you, officially. She was going to trust you, and you wanted to learn everything about Billy through her. The only other person you’d need now on your side was Tatum, but you figured if you went to the sleepover, they’d have to talk about boys eventually. That’s how sleepovers work, right?

“Maybe I will go to Tatum’s,” You mused, and Sidney had an excited gleam to her eye that you hadn’t really seen before.

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

Ever since you figured out the identity of Ghostface, Billy and Stu hadn’t tried calling you again. You were kind of sad about it—the phone calls were fun, but you guessed they figured out someone else they’d try to murder. You sat on the edge of your bed, and decided to dial the phone number for Billy Loomis, killer extraordinaire. Before you could entirely dial the number, you heard a knock at your window. And then popped the head of Billy Loomis, on a ladder, straight out of a scene from Heathers.

“What in the name of JD—”

“Thought you were schemin’,” Billy said, grinning wildly. “Figured I could help you.”

“Where’s Stu?” You asked, bemused at the fact that Billy’s conjoined twin was missing.

“At home, his folks are home for once,” Billy didn’t look sympathetic for his friend at all, which you chalked up to him being a fucking weirdo. “I came here out of boredom.”

“Not out of admiration for your Knife Girl?” You joked, and you could see a glint in Billy’s eye that you hadn’t seen before.

“Maybe it was out of admiration,” He said, going through your window. He walked closer to you, and you could smell the desperation.

“Oh? And why would you admire the Knife Girl?” He smiled at your question, and got closer. You could see every pore in his face.

“Because you’ll let me do this,” He said, and pressed his lips against yours. You didn’t move at first, your body was stiff as a board. But Billy put his arms on your shoulders, grounding you to reality, allowing you to realize that this was happening, and nearly unprompted. “And you’ll like it.”

You couldn’t respond with words, just with actions. You knew Billy was attractive—and maybe a part of you even found him attractive, but you weren’t going to do anything about it. And maybe he was using you, but you’d use him back, and his body pressed up against yours made you really think of that. You began to melt into the kiss, and Billy moved his hands to your hair, forcing you closer. You could feel the tip of his tongue dance on your lips, and his other arm beginning his way up your shirt, tenderly asking permission.

“What about—”

“Shh, don’t say her name,” Billy said on your lips, and you obliged. You didn’t want to think of her, this was your moment. And Billy was seemingly enjoying it as much as you were. He held you against him, breaking the kiss. You could hear his heartbeat in his chest, and it was practically reaching out to touch you.

“You do this. You make my heart like this. Why?” Billy asked, and he suddenly ripped you from his chest. “Why?” His grip was tight, and you didn’t know what to say. “I—I don’t feel like this. Nobody but you and St—” He grew silent, and you reached out and touched his cheek.

“It’s alright, Billy. You’re fine. You’re human.”

“Am I? Are you?” You didn’t have the answers. You were certain of you being human, despite what you’ve done. And Billy, well, he was human—he was lustful. Prideful. Everything a human was and could be. “What am I even doing here?” He hung his head in shame, and you had no words of comfort.

“I’m not sure, but you’re here for a reason, aren’t you?” You watched as confusion, anger, hatred, embarrassment, everything cross over his face in the span of seconds. He wasn’t making an attempt to hide his emotions, and you were grateful for that.

“Maybe, I don’t know—I came here on an impulse,” He held you, gently. You weren’t sure of what was happening, your head fuzzy and confused. You weren’t thinking clearly, and neither was Billy—something alien to both of you.

“Are you lying to distract me?” You said quietly, and Billy looked at you with puppy dog eyes. You were afraid of what he’d do, but then he crashed his lips into yours.

“Does this feel like I’m lying?” Billy asked, pressing you against your bed, his figure on top of you. He moved your hands above your head, holding them down with one of his hands. He used the other one to hold your face still as he kissed you roughly, his body grinding against yours in a way that you hadn’t felt before. He moved down to your neck, kissing the exposed skin and sucking lightly. He playfully bit you, and you moaned, the sound driving him to continue to bite and suck his way down to your collarbone.

“Can I take this off?” The question made you pause, before you nodded your head. He pulled your shirt off, tugging at the fabric impatiently. He took your bra off in one sweeping motion, leaving you to ponder if he’d done this before, before he expertly took your nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking at the sensitive bud. He then moved his way back up to your mouth, a clash of tongues became the next move, him releasing your hands and burying his arms around you, holding you close to him. You moved, your hands wrapped around his.

“Is it alright if I…” He asked, and you nodded. You wanted him. And he clearly wanted you.

“I’m on birth control,” You whispered, and the glint in his eye let you know that he wouldn’t have cared either way. You giggled as he struggled to take off his shirt, his hips clashing against yours, his skin against yours. He hushed you, playfully wrapping his hand around your throat; a warning.

“You’re gonna be good,” He said, and then started to nip at your neck. “And I’m going to enjoy fucking you, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Billy—”

“Daddy. Call me Daddy.”

“Daddy. Yes Daddy,” You said, your breath hitching. Billy started moving his hands lower down your body, and you could feel his fingers tease your panties. “Oh god, please.”

He laughed, and obliged to your request, his cool hand slipping into your panties. You could feel him circle your clit, his hand large and rough.

“You’re so wet…” You shuddered, and he laughed, staring you directly in your eyes. “I’m going to make you forget about everything.” He put one finger in you, and without warning, he added another. He was furiously fingering you, pleasuring your clit with his thumb. You didn’t have any time or warning before he did this, and he ducked his head to suck on your tit. You moaned, your thighs clenching around his hand, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling softly.

“Keep quiet and I’ll reward you,” Billy drawled, and you quietly tried to not make any noise, as he was furiously trying to leave hickies on you, in places only he’d see. “You’re gonna be a good little murderess for me, aren’t you?"

You said nothing, your body being stimulated by Billy’s fingers. How your body craved his; how he recipricated everything you felt tenfold. Billy took his fingers out of you, and you whined at the loss. You gyrated your hips against his, and to your dismay, he held them down, preventing you from moving against him.

“Look at me, doll,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I want you to look at me.” You did as you were told, and your breath hitched as you felt the head of Billy’s cock against your folds. “I want you to remember this, babe.” You nodded, your body responding to every touch like you were lit on fire. Billy’s warmth engulfed you, it was everything that you could think about.

Billy kissed you as he slipped himself fully in, and you felt your eyes prick with tears at the sudden intrusion. You tried to get used to the discomfort of his cock, stretching and prodding places you hadn’t even explored yourself. Reaching into every part of you, taking you as his.

“You…you feel so good,” You said breathlessly, your hands tangled in Billy’s hair, his thrusts becoming more and more bearable as you got used to his size.

“You’re so tight, but so wet for me,” He growled, and you nodded. Just for him. Only for him. He was pleased with your body, it was a work of art to him. He started to thrust faster, his rhythm rougher and less capable of placing. His pattern was losing control. He slipped a hand on your clit, and started playing with the slick on it. His mouth was slightly agape as he watched you, enjoying the look of pure pleasure that came across your features.

You felt yourself coming closer, but you weren’t sure if he’d let you come. You needed to, the tension burning up in your lower abdomen. You could feel the warmth starting to take over your body, your head nothing but an empty void devoid of thought; the only thing on your mind was the pleasure Billy was giving you.

“You’re close, aren’t you, love? Your pussy is practically squeezing the cum out of me,” Billy said, his tongue slightly out of his mouth as he concentrated. “I want you to cum after I do, understand?” You nodded, anticipating his release into you.

You wouldn’t have to wait long. He started going faster, his cock practically digging itself deeper and deeper within you. He moaned, his body pressing up against yours as he came, his hot seed spilling everywhere, filling you up. You came only seconds after, your pussy clenching down on his dick, milking him of every last drop. You needed more of him. All of him.

He grinned, and you smiled back, your eyes clouded over, your face nothing but pleasure, and he felt satisfied knowing he did that to you, knowing that you’d think of Ghostface and think of the Best Fuck of your Life.

“Billy?” You asked, and he smiled at you, almost begging you to tell him what he wanted to hear. But you didn’t tell him what you wanted to hear. “We should…we should clean up.”

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

After thirty minutes of taking time to collect yourselves (and your clothing), you and Billy arrived at a pretty stable plan, all that was needed was Stu.

“He’ll be available to talk probably tomorrow, his folks don’t stay in touch much,” Billy explained, circling the address. “I guess if we do everything right…we should be able to knock Sidney and Tatum off in one go, and have you as the sole survivor of a vicious attack. Pretty grim, ain’t it?”

“I guess. Who’s going to call, who’s going to kill?”

“I’ll call, Stu’ll kill Tatum. Then Stu’s gonna call, and I kill Sid. You’ll just be battered and confused, you could say you went to grab a film or some shit.”

“Not a bad alibi, but what if we’re questioned why we didn’t go together?” You mused, and Billy paused for a moment.

“Tatum and Sid were scared because of the attacks, and you volunteered to go,” He finally said. “And since you’re new, you would’ve barely heard of any of the attacks, so it’d make sense why you went.”

“Works for me, I guess. What do I get out of this?”

“The enjoyment of killing? I dunno, you’re the one who asked to be included on this.” Billy started gathering his things, glancing at the time. “I gotta go, my dad’s gonna kill me if he finds me out past curfew.”

“The Billy Loomis has a curfew?” You raised your eyebrow, tauntingly. He hushed you, and started to inch his way towards your window where his ladder was.

“Yes, I do, doll,” He said, kissing you on the lips. “I’ll call you tonight, yeah?”

“Sure. Will it be you or Ghostface?”

“You’ll find out.”

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Pairing: Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, and Fluff!

Word Count: 1,461

Summary: Lester and Vincent hate seeing you and Bo mad at each other, so they help fix your relationship.

Bold Italics are flashbacks from argument.

A/N: I didn’t want this to be so long, but it happens. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want too. Hope You Enjoy!

You sat all alone in the dark in the basement. This was really the only quiet place you could get to when living with the Sinclair Family.

After a huge argument with your boyfriend, Bo, you just needed that quiet and alone time. The argument was something stupid honestly. It all started when a victim came along.

The guy was stubborn and not trusting Lester, so you had to step up. You had to flirt with them in order to earn their trust, but Bo did not like that at all. And he made sure that you knew.

The moment you came through the door, Bo was in your face, yelling at you. He was saying how you were flirting with the guy and how you were twirling your hair in your finger while looking up at him with doe eyes.

Bo hated it. He hated the fact of you flirting with another man. He didn't even want to think of you with anyone else, but him. In the argument you said that he was possessive and that's when it led to name calling.

"Well maybe if you weren't flirting with men like a whore, I wouldn't be so possessive!"

Thoughts come through your mind as you rethink about that night. It's been 4 days and you can't sleep, you can't eat, without knowing what was said.

"Oh I'm a whore? Well if you don't like whores then don’t date me!"

"Fine, I won't. We're done! I don't need you!"

Those 3 words crushed you deeply. Although Bo is rude, you would've never thought he would say something like that. When you first met him, you thought you could change him.

You thought you could make him see light and you did, but doing that means you see other parts of him. Parts that he wished you never saw.

The family watched as they saw the shift in Bo's attitude. The way he would cuss Lester out for laughing too loud, or when Vincent would be upstairs because he wanted to give you your time down there. Little things would piss him off.

He was so tense, it was like every time he walked into a room, tension would rise. No one has ever seen him act this way before. You have never left the basement since that night.

The only people who would come and check up on you were Vincent and Lester. Lester would try to cheer you up, but nothing worked. Vincent on the other hand didn't know what to do.

Never in a million years did the both of them think Bo would get a girlfriend. Especially someone like you.

"Come on, Y/n. You need to eat. It's been 4 days!" Lester said beside you, pushing a plate of food near you. You didn't even look at it. With a huffed of defeat, he got up and walked upstairs to Vincent.

"She won't budge. Didn't even look at me." Vincent only shook his head. They both sat there trying to think of a plan. "Oh! I have an idea!" Lester's loud yelling made Vincent listen closely.

"So, you blindfold Y/n and try to convince her to come with you. If that works I should get Bo to come with me and we meet them up on a blind date. And this will all be in the basement so we'll lock it so they can't escape."

Vincent thought about it for a moment and nodded his head. It wasn't gonna be that bad. The only bad thing was trying to talk to Bo. "Okay, but before we do it, I gotta go get flowers." Lester took off outside with car keys in hand, before driving off to the nearest store. This was gonna be good.

Lester fixed the positioning of the flower on the table. "Alright, bring Y/n in and I'll try to get Bo." Vincent walked out and guided you to the table while Lester went to Bo's room.

He took a deep breath before knocking. "What!" Lester jumped at Bo's booming voice. "I need help with something, can you come out?" Lester could hear the grumbling of Bo from behind the door. "Why don't you ask Vincent for help?"

You could hear the slight annoyance in his voice. "Because he's too busy dealing with the mess you made of Y/n, so come out here and help me!" Bo's footsteps were loud as he made his way to the door. It swung open with so much force. "What is it-"

Before Bo could even finish his sentence, Lester launched at him, pulling the blindfold over his eyes. "What the-Lester- What are you doing?!" Lester fought for his life trying to get the blindfold over his eyes. After almost being thrown it was finally on.

"Stay still!" Lester had Bo in a headlock, on the ground. Finally after a while Bo stopped. "There you go. You can listen!" Bo only mumbled something under his mouth. "Listen, you're gonna follow me unless you wanna fall down the stairs."

Stairs? Why would there be stairs? Bo didn't ask any questions, the curiosity coming to him. Luckily, with no trouble, Lester was able to bring him downstairs and sit him at the table.

Lester did a silent countdown at Vincent before ripping the blindfolds off you both. "Surprise!" You and Bo instantly locked eyes. It was awkward and you hated it. "Lester what the-" Lester and Vincent ran up the stairs. "You two will have dinner like a couple. Until then, y'all will not be let out!" With that being said the door closed.

Bo was first to get up and try to open the door. "That motherfucker locked me in." You heard him grunt under his breath. The fact that he wanted to get out and not talk to you hurts. "Bo, sit down." Bo turned around and stared at you.

You sounded so broken, voice hoarse, and raspy from no eating or drinking anything for so long. Bo walked back to the chair and sat down. You picked at the food on your plate.

The silence in the room was awkward as the only thing heard was the forks hitting the plates. You couldn't take it anymore. "What's happening with us?" Bo didn't look at you. "What do you mean?" You only sighed, dropping the fork down. "All these non stop arguments. It's like we can't be a couple for more than 5 hours until another argument is starting up."

Bo stayed silent, knowing that you were right. If there was one thing about Bo it's that he always thinks he is right. "I just want to know where we're going with this relationship. If you really don't want me than say that because I can't keep going on like this."

Bo finally made eye contact with you and that's when you saw it. He looked so drained and tired. Dark eye bags under his eyes, bloodshot eyes from either crying or drinking, face dirty, and he was wearing the same clothes from that night. He wasn't doing so good either.

"Y/n, I haven’t slept in 4 days, I haven’t eaten, I haven’t even taken off my clothes, I can’t be without you.” The way he spoke was something you haven’t heard before. He spoke with so much emotion.

“I can’t live without you.” Even though you wanted to believe him, you couldn’t because what happens when you guys get into another argument? “How do I know you're telling the truth? You were living just fine before you met me.”

Bo was going insane at how stubborn you were acting, but at the same time, he acted the same way. “Look at me Y/n! Look at me and tell me I’m lying! Compare me to how I was before we argued!” All the points he made were sticking out.

You rubbed your hands over your face. “Okay, alright. I believe you.” For the first time in days, a smile rose in Bo’s face. He was somewhat happy that y’all’s relationship was getting together. “Just tell me one thing Bo.” Bo waited for you to continue, ready to agree to anything.

“Tell me you’re gonna change. Tell me you’re gonna stop acting so possessive and controlling and you're gonna treat me like a woman and not a child who keeps me in this house all day.” Bo gripped his pants till his fingertips turned white.

He really didn’t want to say it, but he was realizing what he needed to do. He stood up and walked to your side, helping you up before pulling you in a hug.

“I’m gonna change. I’ll change for you if that means it will save this relationship.”

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Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 2]

A/n: IM SO UPSET BECAUSE I DONT HAVE MY REGULAR FONTS 😭 😔 A/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A:n: I COULDVE JUST COPIED AND PASTED OFF THE INTERNET BUT IM TOO LAZY TO RE DO EVERYTHING 😖

CW: Murders, Sexual themes and GN! Reader.

Little note: I was going to add Lester and Bo to part 2 but I was busy while making this so I have to add them in part 3

Billy Lenz 🎄🎅📞

He’s more excited at the fact that you’re just like him, crazy!

He instantly got aroused 😃

Definitely stole some of your underwear’s (or bras) and returned them all sticky, and damp…

the way he found out was when you helped him kill Jess

”Jess, [Name], the caller is in the house,”

but you knew that

you’ve always known

so when Jess started panicking, you found it a good time to surprise her and Billy

It frightened you when she had a weapon, she could’ve killed your Billy!

So, you took the other fire poker

you stabbed Jess in the shoulder when she got dragged by Billy

I cackled when Billy yanked her hair through the stairs railing 💀

And before she could react, you slit her throat

“it’s okay, Billy,”

damn, you were always hot, but with blood on you? 😍

“[Name] saved filthy Billy…?”

you’re smart ass pinned it on Peters and he got arrested

you sneaking back to the sorority house to see Billy - 🏡 ⬅️ 🏃‍♀️💨

Tiffany Valentines 👰‍♀️❤️🧸

[this goes for her human body and doll body]

She honestly wouldn’t care, you kill, she kills, you’re even hotter when you kill.

wait, wha-

she finds it adorable and hot of you when you kill

will literally pull up a soft chair, some snacks and a face mask and sit there watching you take your anger out

“Go baby!”

”You got this, hun’!”

“They went that way!”

“Good job, woo!”

Very supportive

you were a killer when you met her

That’s how she fell in love with you!

“How many people have you killed?”

“34,”

“Hey, you know, you’re kinda cute…”

”I know,”

fell in love with you instantly.

Carrie White 🔥👩‍🎓🩸

You never kept it a secret from her, but instead of telling her that it’s innocent people, you told her that it was people that use to mock and taunt you

she doesn’t think it’s okay, but because it’s you and because they were ‘awful’ people, she pushed it away

also doesn’t judge because she did kill people with her powers, but in her defense, she was so pissed

Also accepts you because you helped her run away from her abusive mom.

every time you come home from committing mass murder, she already sets up a bath and tries to cook

her mom didn’t care about her, so she’s only learning how to cook just now

hey, at least she’s trying 🥰

you end up cooking, but she repays you with nice cuddles after !

Jennifer Check ☆💉🩸

how you met was…interesting…

you always had a crush on her

and would always get pissed whenever some boy or girl hit on her

so when someone flirting with her actually kissed her cheek

you lost it.

let’s say that they didn’t have their happily ever after

when she found out, she became infatuated with you

a really devoted, smart, and pretty/handsome person? Sign her up

she definitely confessed first

like Tiff, she also doesn’t care

you kill anyone, she kills boys, no exception

and if you’re a boy, you’re an exception

will cheer you on as well

just more lazily than Tiff

After your killings, she’ll invite you to a lake

you obviously say yes, not thinking too much of it

until you see her naked in the murky waters

definitely pushes you in

mocks you for how flustered you get

yall definitely had a good time 😏

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️🔪🔥

Vinny just finished working and he was looking for you.

a bit worried when he couldn’t find you

then he heard footsteps, your foot steps.

don’t ask me how he knows your specific footsteps

and Jesus, you were a literal bloody mess

you had about 4 limp, lifeless victims

“Vin-ny!~”

you were awfully happy

blushed a little when you happily sung out the syllables to his nickname

pointed to the 4 bodies

“well, I’d thought I’d help you with work and it’s a thank you, for um, uh, everything…”

the silence was loud

really loud

but he nodded and huffed

making you plaster a grin on your face

he’s definitely blushing under hat mask

big bear hugs after work ! ❦

[viamia]

After thinking a lot I decided to ask a question. I'd like to know how the boys from SWWSDJ, Dachabo, and The Groom of Gallagher Mansion would react if MC ended up confessing that she's a virgin while they're about to be intimate. (I personally bet a lot that the person who will be most excited and stunned by the information is Bo, and maybe Jack too)

Sorry for any mistakes in English, I confess I used Google Translate :"D

No worries my friend :) I'm just happy to finally get a request after so long. And remember to other readers, don't be afraid to ask for requests from me. Hope yall like it!

SWWSDJ, Tgogm, and Dachabo boys reaction to you being a virgin

TW:implied sexual themes, a bit of swears here and there, and virginity. If you are uncomfortable with the following content, pls leave immediately.

Jack: Jack was honestly kinda glad you were a virgin. To him, it meant you haven't been hanky pankied yet (I could resist saying that XD) So he gets allll the goodies to himself, but he ask you first if your seriously ok with going at it with him.

Ian: This Christian boy was honestly not at all shocked. He knew you were a virgin since yall first met(if I'm wrong pls tell me :')) so he's perfectly aware that you're inexperienced, hell he is too. So basically, yall are winging this

Nick: Considering he's an adult film actor, he's not at all concerned about you being a virgin. Since you're inexperienced, he'll guide you through the way of hankypanky. He'll take it slow with you so he doesn't hurt you.

Shaun: Now, I feel like Shaun would just be a confused boi. like, how did someone like you not get head yet??? Your gorgeous! But he's honestly excited to have a new canvas to paint on if you catch my drift *wink wink ;)* but he's overall excited.

Bo: This dog is ready to plow the fields I swear- this son of a bitch really said fuk virginity, I'm plowing through them like a tractor. Bo is just horny one way or another, so he's hella excited to get a mate all to himself who hasn't been yoinked yet.

Taylor: Poor guy got so confused and flustered. He was a confused mess of a boi. He thought you already your virginity yoinked before, apparently not. He'd immediately resort to asking if your seriously ok with doing it with him. He just loves you so damn much (my precious baby I luv him-)

Elias:Sweet baby boy is so embarrassed to the point that he accidentally gets a noise bleed. He's being bedridden for like the entirety of his living life so of course He's as inexperienced as you are. But you'll probably be the one to guide him through it since in college or previous schools you've probably been to sex Ed. Poor baby don't know the best :')

Anyways, that's the headcanons. I hope you like them!

[sketchy-rosewitch]

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

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

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

Day 5 of Haunted Hoedown

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“Are you almost done?”

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

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

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

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

Honestly you felt like God was testing you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

“Come in.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sister?”

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

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

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

“12 pm tomorrow.”

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

“It’s okay, you’ve been forgiven.”

-

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

“Afternoon, go ahead and shut the door.”

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

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

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

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

“I cannot say Father.”

“Oh but I think you can.”

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

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

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

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

“Lift your dress up and sit.”

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

“Father! We-we can’t!” You whine.

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

Was that the rule?

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

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

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

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

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

“I need one more thing from you.”

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

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

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

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

“Father-“

He shushes you. You whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just finish it for me.”

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

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

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

“Keepin’ these.” He pats his pocket.

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

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

“Yes Father.”

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

[loveandmurders]

had a thought

some girl Bo met at a bar and hooked up with ends up in Ambrose and recognises him? and instead of being scared she's just big horny cause she's not been fucked that good before 🤔 could be with a group of others or alone 🤷🏼‍♀️

though, thinking about it, it could be funny if she was with some guy, maybe boyfriend or one night atamd or fuck buddy, and she's immediately willing to ditch him, like Bo could kill him in front of her and she'd be all 🤷🏼‍♀️

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Hello there, thank you for this very nice request! I enjoyed writing for it so I hope you will also like reading it <3

WAY BETTER THAN MY BOYFRIEND

Female reader with no physical description.

Warnings: NSFW, bad relationship with your actual boyfriend, you cheated on him (with Bo), mention of little wounds, of violence and of death.

You were barely listening to your boyfriend as he was explaining to you that no, he didn’t need you to look at the map, because he knew where he was, and yes he was certain he was soon going to find his way, and please could you just shut up so he could focus. 

No need to say that you were bored and annoyed with the man. It had been almost an hour since he was lost in the little dusty roads of the South of the country. You were supposed to be in Texas already but he had wanted to take a “shortcut” and now, neither of you knew where you were.

You really wondered what you were still doing with him. You had almost dumped him more than once, and yet you were still there. Maybe it was because you were a little bit worried about ending up all alone far away from home. It was his car, so it was clearly not the best moment to tell him that you were fed up with him. Actually, you shouldn’t have agreed to go on holiday with him but you had thought that it might salvage your relationship. 

You never had been more wrong in your whole life.

You even cheated on him the night before, not that it had been planned at all. It just… happened.

You had decided to have some nice time at a bar, and your boyfriend had started to drink a lot, even though you wanted to go back to the hotel after a little while. You wanted some sexy time with him. No need to say he wasn’t amazing, but you guessed it was better than nothing. The man never took the hint, and he preferred to make some friends there and to pay for more alcohol than spending time with you. You wondered what he was doing with you if he didn’t enjoy you that much at all. You honestly felt quite hurt. Even more so when he told you that he saw you all day already, and that he was going to go to bed with you later on, so you could leave him alone for a little while. 

You had felt clingy and pathetic, and you were ready to leave the bar, to go back to the hotel on your own. You thought you could enjoy the swimming pool or at least have a nice shower and make yourself feel better. 

As you were about to leave, a man entered and you almost collided with him. You apologised and he quickly glanced at you before smirking, clearly enjoying the sight in front of him.

“Hello there, leavin’ so soon?” he asked you with his charming accent and you crossed your arms on your chest

“Yeah, my boyfriend sucks” you replied and you pointed at the man who was currently singing with a bunch of drunk strangers.

“Ah yeah, can see that. How ‘bout I pay ya a drink to make things better?” he offered and there was something about him, about his attention, about the intensity of his eyes, that compelled you to say yes. You also liked the idea of flirting with a man right in front of your boyfriend. You hoped that it would make him react or something.

It didn’t, but you really enjoyed your time with Bo. 

The man was snarky and quite funny. He was also very hot and your flirting started to not be so innocent at all. Bo seemed good at picking up on the hints and soon enough you were back at your hotel room, in the shower, your naked body pressed against Bo’s. 

You moaned at the feel of his strong hands on your soft skin, and he greedily squeezed your arse, forcing your body to come even closer to his. His lips were all over your neck and chest. He loved your chest a lot and you were happily letting yourself go in his strong arms. 

You didn’t comment on the bruises and cuts you saw here and there. However, you were gentler on the parts of his body that were hurt. That was until he started to play with you. The moment his thick fingers started to toy with your clit, your nails dug into his back. He didn’t seem to mind the slight pain at all. On the contrary, he smiled even more at the reaction he was getting from you.

And you also loved the reactions you got from him. You played with him without mercy and if you hadn’t been a stranger to him, he would have let himself melt under your touch. You both loved and hated how you seemed perfect for each other. Sexually, at least.

You played with each other for quite a while, before you took a real cleaning shower. You settled on the bed after that, in silence, enjoying the moment together. Bo wasn’t the kind of guy to stay after he fucked a girl but you were nice and you had kissed every little wounds you had around his body, so he could be softer to you. He was playing with your wet hair, thinking that it would be nice to have a girl around Ambrose who would take care of him like that. But he didn’t think he would have that kind of luck, no while living in a ghost town, no while killing people like you.

He finally left before your boyfriend could come back and you were quite sorry to see him leave. He didn’t even give you his phone number so you knew it was just a one time thing. And it really sucked because you had never felt so satisfied in your whole life, and you wondered if you had been good enough. You sighed and fell asleep soon after.

Now, in the car, you were trying hard to not get wet just at the thought of Bo’s hands on you. Your skin kept his memory and you shivered in delight and desire.

Despite this happy time, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting very frustrated at your boyfriend. You just wanted him to find a way out of this nowhere. You were about to say something unpleasant when the car suddenly stopped. You both looked at each other in pure confusion. He got out of the car and looked around before opening the hood of the car without finding anything wrong. The car still had oil too. 

You remembered that when Bo and you left the bar, he had asked you what kind of car your boyfriend was driving and you had pointed at it. You had asked why, finding the question strange, and he told you he was a mechanic and hence he was analysing people through the kind of cars they were driving. It had made you giggle at the time.

You shook your head, there was no way Bo did something to the car.

Thankfully a truck came in your direction and stopped close by. Your boyfriend tried to prevent you from leaving his side, but you quickly came to the driver, to ask for help. There was no way that your boyfriend’s ego was going to let you die in the middle of nowhere.

“Hey, thanks for stopping” you started and the man stepped out of his truck, sending a glance at the car from far away before looking back at you. He seemed to try and recognise you.

“No prob. Somethin’ wrong?” he asked and you smiled at how his southern accent seemed to be even worse than Bo’s. Gosh, you needed to stop thinking about the man.

“Don’t know, the car just stopped working” you sighed “We were supposed to go in Texas” you explained and the man sent you an amused look

“Oh ya’re far away from it!” he softly teased before losing his smile at the way your boyfriend sent him a vicious glance.

“Can you help? You know something about cars?” you asked, hopeful

“Don’t, but my bro does. Can drive ya to Ambrose and he’ll know what to do” he offered and you instantly agreed. 

Your boyfriend didn’t want to climb into the dirty truck full of dead animals but you didn’t give him the choice. The journey to the place went by through a very tense and awkward silence. You tried to be friendly with the man because he was helping you even though he didn’t have to, but your boyfriend was making things hard, and you promised yourself you were going to break up as soon as you would be in a big enough city for you to find a way back home without difficulties. 

You arrived at Ambrose soon enough. You had never heard about this town before, and you believed you didn’t even see it on google map. Strange. You were a little bit uneasy at how empty it seemed too. You left the truck and thanked the man again before your boyfriend and you walked to the mechanic shop. There was no one there and you felt a little bit worried, wondering where the brother might be. Your boyfriend was ready to look into every corner of the place and he opened the church doors. You hadn’t followed him so you didn’t know what happened but by the way he looked embarrassed, you knew he must have walked in a ceremony. Great, now people of the town weren’t going to be keen on helping you. Soon after, a very good looking man in a black suit left the church and went straight to your boyfriend to make him apologise for such a behaviour. You were stunned; it was Bo. And you hated how hot he looked in this outfit. And how hot he looked yelling at your boyfriend. You walked closer to the two men arguing.

“Hi” you shyly said and Bo calmed down when he saw you. 

“What are ya doin’ here, love?” he asked you and your boyfriend knew something was going on, and he didn’t like it at all.

“Our car broke down in the middle of the road and your brother, I think, brought us here, saying you could help” you explained

“You know each other?” your boyfriend asked as he forcefully grabbed your arm

“We met last night at the bar.” you simply said. Bo removed the man’s hand from you

“How ‘bout ya ain’t touchin’ her” he told him in a calm and yet very dangerous voice. 

Fuck, you were wet. You so wished your boyfriend could disappear so you could jump on Bo and have sex with him one more time. You could tell there was something dark and violent about Bo, but you really didn’t care at the moment. He was everything you desired.

Your boyfriend pushed Bo away and started to insult him. Bo didn’t look impressed at all and he sent you a look. You knew he was enjoying your sight with the way his eyes travelled your body up and down. He thought for a few seconds, before saying:

“Be a good girl and wait for me inside” he gestured towards his shop with his head. You didn’t know why but you obeyed. 

Maybe it was because you loved the idea to be his “good girl”. Your boyfriend called after you, but you didn’t answer. Something inside of you knew what was going to happen, and you were thrilled. Once you were safely in the mechanic shop, you soon after heard your boyfriend scream and beg and then run away. There was a gunshot and then the sound of something falling hard on the ground. 

Bo walked inside his shop, his gun still fuming. You were sitting on his counter and you opened your legs, revealing your panties as you were wearing a skirt.

“Now you killed my boyfriend, maybe you could take care of me again” you said and Bo’s smirk appeared on his face.

Boy, he might be falling in love.

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LAY ME DOWN. chapter seven excerpt. unedited. featuring: agnes’s attempt to understand a new and troubling situation through understanding a new and troubling person. light body horror. self-harm adjacent behaviour. general freaky magic stuff.

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“Show me then,” the words are out of her mouth before she has time to think. Animal instinct. Too distracted to remember to bite her tongue.

Pallas blinks at her once, slowly. “What?”

She can walk it back, that would be safest, the nothing already crouched expectantly in the back of her throat. Instead she uncrosses her legs and swings them over the edge of the bed to better face them. Having feet on the ground makes her feel more solid, more certain.

“I want you to show me. Vita. I want to see it.”

Pallas raises an eyebrow. “Show you?”

She scoots forward slightly and nods, made a bit braver by the fact that they don’t seem to be angry or condescending, just confused. Probably really confused because Agnes is awful at telling what people feel by their faces and even she can see it clear as day.

“You’ve already seen it,” Pallas says, setting down the pen and shrugging back into their jacket. “You know what it does.”

And that’s true isn’t it? In the Haithwood and in the library. Pallas winding every bit of her body around their fingers and holding her frozen to the ground, Pallas making Calliopes nose break and bleed in a burst of icy rage, Judge reaching under her skin to pull her injured flesh back into shape. Vita. Blood and flesh and living bone. Honestly she’s seen enough for a lifetime. There’s still that sick feeling in her gut whenever she thinks about any of it.

So maybe it has less to do with the magic and more to do with Pallas, who’s spent every hour of every day since she got here pushing her to reach for the dead in a way she never has before. Pallas has had everything to do with her ghosts and her gravespeaking but every time they’ve used their power she’s had absolutely nothing to do with it, a bystander at best and a victim at worst. It's not that she’s upset, or ungrateful, just that she wants to see them the same way they’ve seen her. That isn’t so much to ask? Right?

“Yeah.” Agnes moves to rest her chin in her hands. “But I haven’t seen you use it when you’re not…”

Scaring me? Attacking people?

“...y’know,” she finishes lamely.

Pallas has gone still in the chair and she can’t help but feel the same hot embarrassment as before at the expression on their face, nakedly baffled in a way that feels too intimate for her to be seeing. It’s like something about what she’s asking has managed to fully shock the danger out of them, leaving just a person who doesn’t understand what’s happening. Agnes hadn’t thought that was even possible to do, and the revelation that it is fills her with a kind of mad, giddy joy. You’re just like me. You don’t know what’s going on right now.

All this time she’s been tiptoeing around Pallas, but now she’s knocked them off balance and hasn’t been reduced to a pile of blood and guts. So there are some things she can do. She is not totally helpless and they are human after all and they are being awkward! Being awkward in front of her!

“I don’t exactly have a broad scope,” Pallas says dryly. “I doubt you’ll like anything I have to share.”

Agnes doubts it as well, but that’s not really the point. And nothing they said just now was no.

“Maybe it’ll be nice. Maybe I’ll think it’s nice.”

Pallas stares at her like a chicken confronted with a bicycle. Then they look away. Then they let out a long, quiet breath and close their eyes before shifting to face her properly, both feet on the ground as well.

“Sit back,” it’s closer to their normal voice but with a faintness to it. Not quite trembling, but definitely not steady either. Agnes straightens up and tilts back onto her palms as Pallas shifts forward. It feels like too long before they open their eyes, which are just as grey and bad as ever.

“I won’t do anything to you,” Pallas says, as if that’s an option they were considering. Agnes can’t help but feel a twist of relief, the memories of that first meeting in the woods are never far from her mind and no matter how much she wants this, any chance to avoid something like that happening again is a welcome one.

“Right.” She nods.

“If you start screaming, or vomit, or pass out, I will cease interacting with you alltogether. That is a promise.”

“I’ll be okay.”

Pallas’s brows furrow with what could be concentration or could be concern. Their mouth opens, floundering for half a second, like they were about to say something else before closing back into a tightly pressed line. They hold their left hand out in front of them, like they’re waiting for a high five, and somehow Agnes knows that, whatever it is, it’s about to start and her anxiety feels like victory in the face of that.

At first it is nothing much, just a thin red line slicing down their middle finger. So straight and clean it could’ve been made with a scalpel. Not even that much blood. Then, simultaneously, the line begins to creep down their palm and out to each of their other fingers, dripping beads of crimson down the clammy pale of their skin. Somehow it doesn’t seem real, like Agnes is looking at a diagram in a book that’s mysteriously been animated in front of her. If Pallas feels any pain at all they don’t show it, face unchanged as the skin starts to peel back from their hand.

That does make Agnes draw in a sharp breath, even though she’s been very good at staying quiet and still up until now, fearful like she was in the classroom with Judge that any sudden action will throw the magic off-balance. But she doesn’t look away, because she asked for this, and Pallas doesn’t pause in their unfurling even if their brows furrow slightly at the sound. It happens in one smooth motion, practiced, effortless, performed with all the ceremony of taking off a glove. Agnes does not start screaming, or vomit, or pass out. She’s dressed animals before and, apart from how Pallas is not dead and the effect is contained to just the one hand, this isn’t really different. There's the careful separation of skin from muscle, the delicate definition that separates the parts underneath, the red and pinkness of it all.

Of course it’s not really the same either, because the parts of Pallas being stripped away are not set aside for later use; instead they stay floating in the air around the hand, held frozen in the same way her body had been back in the forest when they first met. Warm, wet flaps of skin, fresh as the blackgreen bark stripped from trees back home, hover drowsily like something pickled in a jar. It is also not separated, not really, everything still intertwined and beating with red and alive, muscle and artery and nerve working together, just lifted up and away. Agnes never paid her own hands much mind beyond the work they could do and how cold they got in the winter, but now she imagines her skin split apart and away the way Pallas’s is, wonders if all of that really exists inside her too. It feels wrong somehow, what’s in front of her now is just meat. A person should be made up of more than that. There are so many small parts to a hand, parts she cannot name but Pallas probably can or else they would not be able to do any of this. They don’t stop until the muddy white of their fingerbones begin to show, then the entire thing spasms with an uneven spurt of blood, a pulse that Agnes feels in her own chest, and goes totally still.

In the silence she can’t help but lean forward, marvelling at the web of flesh in front of her, and even as her scalp prickles and her stomach turns over and the air around her seems to hum with the urge to run a part of her itches to reach out a finger and touch. That really would just be the same as fiddling around with the guts of an animal, but also it would be different. Somehow she knows it would be different. Different in a way she’ll never be able to understand unless she does it. Which she won’t. Because Pallas is terrifying and this has only proved that a hundred times over.

Though maybe not as terrifying as she thought before. They did listen to her, or humour her, or whatever this is. It’s something for sure. Agnes can always make do with something. It’s how she stays alive.

Her breath ghosts across the bloody strand of a muscle, and that is what breaks the spell, that or Pallas is just done or some other condition she doesn’t know has been met. The coming back together seems to take a good deal longer than the taking apart, sweat glueing dark strands of hair to Pallas’s cheeks and the grinding of their teeth made audible despite the damp, slithering sounds of their hand seaming itself back together until the only trace of what just happened is a rusty crusting of blood packed around their nails and in their palm lines.

They pull the hand away while Agnes can’t help but keep watching, transfixed as they flex it in and out of a fist with a disinterested glare, impatient while a few stray cracks and pops fill the newfound silence. Once that’s done they hold it out one more time, as if proving to Agnes just how inconsequential vivisecting a part of them in front of her really was.

“There. Happy?” Pallas slumps slightly, tipping their head back enough that she can see their pulse fluttering frantically just beneath the skin of their neck. Again she resists the urge to touch it. She likes all of her flesh right where it is. Thank you very much.

Palla shifts to look at her and Agnes remembers that she’s been staring, not answering them, and internally kicks herself for being such an idiot.

“I am,” She breathes out, makes the monumental effort to meet their eyes. “I actually really am.”

[moonknightly]

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? pt 2

santiago garcia x reader x frankie morales

word count: 3.8k+

warnings: this is nothing but filth omfg. p in v sex, dom/sub dynamics, pain kink, spanking, infidelity but it’s sort of resolved, cuckold!frankie, mentions of m/m sex, sloppy blowjobs, choking

excerpt: “God she fucking likes it ‘Fish,” Santi whines, his pace quickening just a bit, the way you’re gripping his dick pushing him closer and closer to his end and you’re sitting right on top of your own. “Fucking likes the idea of her boys being horny fucking messes for eachother.”

[ part one ]

Frankie takes a sip from his cold coffee, tongue darting out to lick his lips afterwards. He glances at you but other than that, doesn’t acknowledge you, doesn’t acknowledge that you’ve said his name. He sighs softly and leans back in his chair, folds his arms across his chest. The look on his face reminds you of a disappointed parent and the shame it brings to your chest is familiar too.

He’s calm. Calmer than he should be. Calmer than you hoped he would be. Already, you want him to get angry. You want him to scream at you, slam the door on his way out, do something that will make this easy because you know how this goes. You know how this ends. You decided it, locked it into place the moment you stayed in Santi’s bed.

When Frankie finally speaks, his voice is even and collected and your heart sinks because you quickly realize you’re not going to get the easy way out. He’s not mad.

“How long?”

He sounds almost curious, like he’d been expecting it and wants to see how long his suspicions had been correct. You think that’s fair. You think you’re right when you tell him it started two weeks after Santi made it home and he only nods, letting another run of silence settle over you before he finds his voice again.

“You couldn’t have just told me?”

You flinch, because obviously, you know that’s what you should have done. You should’ve been honest, saved the drama for another time, let Frankie go so he could heal instead of adding “my girlfriend cheated on me with her ex who also happens to be my best friend” to his arsenal of traumas.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

Truthfully, you didn’t. When you’d learned that Santi was home, you’d had no intention of falling back into him and honestly, you don’t remember how it happened. You’d done such a good job of avoiding him considering the boys were your best friends too and you were dating one of them, but all he’d had to do was send one text and that same night you were underneath him, re-acquainting yourself with his hands and his mouth and his body.

Frankie shrugs and again, you’re hit with the inkling that he’s known the whole time.

“That doesn’t mean you keep it from me.”

“I know.”

More silence. More coffee. He sighs again and finally sets the mug down.

“Are you guys just fucking?”

You don’t really know how to answer that. It’s too fucking complicated, too much.

“We were.”

Frankie blinks, eyebrows furrowing and for a moment you think you’re going to get that anger you so desperately want from him but it never comes, never boils.

“So you still love him,” he says instead. It’s not a question, it’s not accusatory either. It’s just a fact, a statement. Something that clearly makes it all make sense in his head so you just nod and he grimaces, but you wonder if maybe you’d imagined it because his expression is neutral again in seconds.

“It was always going to be you and Santi,” he shrugs, like he’d accepted it long ago, like even though you were with him he knew it wasn’t endgame. “Ask fuckin’ anyone and they’ll tell you. We knew he’d come back and you wouldn’t be able to stay away.”

You bite your lip, not sure you want to know the answer to the question you’re about to ask. “So why did you date me then? If everyone thought Santi and I would find eachother again.”

Frankie shrugs again, taking another sip of his coffee, whether he was actually craving it or just trying to buy himself some time to think you didn’t know.

“I think we both needed someone when he left,” he mumbles finally—you knew Santi leaving had hurt Frankie too, left him bruised. “Someone gentle and kind and someone who reminded us of him.”

You hate that he’s probably right. But-

“I did love you. I do. I always have.”

This time, Frankie does grimace, and there’s a flash of hurt in his eyes but again, it quickly vanishes. “I know you do. Just not the way you love him.”

That was true. The way you loved Frankie was pure and sweet. It was daffodils and sunrises and making wishes on shooting stars and cotton candy melting on your tongue. It was gentle kisses on your cheeks and matching pajamas on Christmas Eve. It was the kind of love you dreamed about when you were thirteen.

It was easy.

But loving Santiago was too.

It was different, of course it was. It was ragged breaths and fire scorching your lungs. It was screaming matches and thorns digging into your hips like his fingertips and midnights spent with his head between your thighs as his tongue spelled out an apology you didn’t need. It was thunderstorms, hurricanes even. It was the kind of love people warned you about but every single second was worth it.

Loving Santiago will always be so entirely worth it because he’s yours and you are his and nothing else matters when he kisses you with all of the desperation in the world. He’s your safety, your shelter from the hurricane, the water that extinguishes the fire in your chest.

So Frankie’s right. You don’t love him like you love Santi. But-

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it. That doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

He knows that. You know he does.

“You were what I needed when he left just like I was what you needed. And that’s okay.”

He knows that too, and this time he sighs in acknowledgement, finally pushing his coffee cup away. You’re expecting him to leave, to mumble something about needing a little time but he’d see you both again soon for a night out or whatever because even though neither of you said it, your friendships, the bond the three of you had created with one another wasn’t worth losing. But that’s not what happened at all.

“Call him. Get him over here.”

You’re taken by surprise, to say the least. “Why?”

“Because,” he says simply, shrugging his shoulders. “I want to see what he has that I don’t.”

“Frankie-” you start, because it’s not a competition but he gives you a look that instantly silences you.

“Do it. Or I will.”

You pull out your phone and comply. Santi answers on the first ring.

“Hey, did you get home okay? You never texted-”

“Frankie wants you to come over.”

He stops, and you’re pretty sure he’s holding his breath. It takes him a few seconds to recover before he’s able to speak again.

“Is he pissed?”

“No,” you say truthfully, shaking your head even though he can’t see. “He just…um,” you mumblem not entirely sure how to say what he wants. You aren’t even sure what he wants. “Just come over. Please Santi?”

You don’t have to ask him twice, you never do. You can hear his keys jingling in the background as he makes his way out to his car.

And when he gets there, he honestly looks like he’s about to vomit all over your floors. Frankie hasn’t said anything else, and you’re still as confused as you had been before. You still don’t know what Frankie had meant.

“Hey ‘Fish,” Santi mumbles, unable to stop himself from glancing around the apartment that had once been his too, and you watched as he made a mental note of what all had changed but how majority of it was all still the same as the day he’d packed his shit and left.

“Hey Pope,” Frankie says, crossing his arms over his chest, letting the room fall into an uncomfortable silence that seems to drag and drag.

It lasts so long, and yet neither you nor Santi has the courage to break it, to ask why Frankie wanted him there or what his earlier words met. The anxiety in the pit of your stomach grows, and you think you’re on the verge of an anxiety attack but finally, Frankie ends your suffering.

“You’ve been fucking her behind my back.” He says it so plainly, it actually makes Santi gulp because like you, he’s waiting for that anger that he knows he deserves.

“Frankie-”

“You didn’t have the balls to tell me,” he continues, his voice still eerily calm and collected, only a hint of annoyance, if anything, detectable in his tone.

“Look, just-”

He still doesn’t let Santi finish. “She might’ve been yours first but she’s been mine for the last three years.”

Now you think Santi is going to explode, show that anger your brain has been anticipating because-

“She was still mine. She’s always been mine. Just because you put your dick in her-”

You rolled your eyes, refraining from reminding him that you were standing right there and once again, Frankie doesn’t let him get a complete sentence out.

“Prove it,” he says simply, folding his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair. “Show me.”

Santi’s jaw falls slack for a moment while he processes the other man’s request, and honestly? You’re just as dumbfounded. You hadn’t been expecting this, out of all of the possible meanings behind his cryptic words it just didn’t cross your mind.

“You want me to prove it?” Santi asks, like he’s trying to make sure he heard him right.

Frankie nods. “Unless you don’t think you can.”

Santiago has a competitive streak. Everyone knows it. Frankie knew that’s all it would take to get what he wants.

And so Santi grabs your hand and leads you down the hall to your bedroom, and this time he doesn’t stop to survey the space, to see what’s old and what's new.

He stops at the end of the bed and pulls you to him. You brace yourself against his chest, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, your heart pounding and you’re pretty sure he can feel it. He tilts his head, silently asking if you’re okay with what’s about to happen and you nod immediately, your eyes flickering down to his lips, lingering there. He takes that as his cue to kiss you, his lips maybe just a little frantic but it’s still familiar, they’re still the same lips you’d kissed an hour ago when you’d left his place.

Had it really only been an hour? Less than? Just over? You’re not sure, and it doesn’t matter, because per usual nothing else matters when Santi is kissing you.

You hear Frankie’s boots against the hardwood floors, and without opening your eyes you know he’s leaning against your dresser, and you can imagine that his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are pursed. You steal a glance as Santi slides his tongue into your mouth and you’re right.

Santiago tugs on the hem of your shirt and you automatically lift your arms, letting him pull it off of your body. He tosses it off to the side and then pushes you down onto the bed, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge, tugging your leggings down and discarding them as well. He looks down at you, dark brown eyes nearly black, one hand moving to undo his belt while the other rubs at his stubble.

“What do you think babe?” he purrs, voice so smooth yet laced with lust and desire and God, his tone shoots right between your legs, pulsating. “Should we show ‘Fish how you suck my cock?”

You answer him by sliding onto the floor, using his thighs to steady yourself, your eyes never leaving his. His lips are parted, just barely, eyes a little lidded—he looks drunk off you already and you hadn't even touched him.

He pulls his belt through the loops on his jeans with one hand, letting it hang at his side for a moment before he drops it to the floor with a soft clink. He undoes his jeans, pulls down the zipper, and pulls his cock from his boxers, stroking himself while he continues to peer down at you, eager and waiting and ready.

But you don’t touch him until you have permission. You never do.

He taps the head of his dick against your cheek, silently telling you to open your mouth and take him and you do. You wrap your lips around his length and suck gently, swirling your tongue around his tip. Santi lets the smallest moan slip past his lips, one hand moving to rest in your hair but he lets you keep control of your movements for the time being. You take him deeper and his grip tightens but-

“I know you can do better than that kid,” he chuckles, tilting his head to the side. “I know you can take all of me, can’t you? Right down that pretty lil throat.”

You moan in response, sucking harder, pushing yourself another inch down his length—you can take all of him, you have so many times before but you like to pretend to struggle because then he makes you.

And he does. He uses your hair to pull you forward, until your nose is touching his skin and you have to swallow around his dick to make him fit. Your pussy clenches and you whimper, eyes fluttering shut as you start to drool. Frankie doesn’t panic, doesn’t tell Santi to go easy on you because he knows you like it rough and even so, he wouldn’t interrupt. He wanted to see what Santi had after all.

Santiago finally pulls you off of his cock and you gasp, sucking in a sharp breath that makes your lungs burn in such a delicious way. There’s a string of spit connecting you to him until it breaks a second or two later, falling onto your exposed chest. Santi collects it with his fingers before shoving them into your mouth, fucking your throat with his fingers until your gags become too real. He smacks your cheek with his cock again before lining up with your lips again.

“Come on. Try again.”

This time, your pace is quick and fast as you bob your head, taking most if not all of him each time you sink down. You suck him harshly, the sounds coming from your throat making his hips tilt forward on their own accord, his own noises making your clit fucking throb because he always sounds so fucking pretty when he’s getting his cock sucked.

“Haven’t heard those sounds since deployment,” Frankie mumbles, and you almost don’t hear him but Santi definitely does, a breathless laugh replacing his moans.

“You never sucked my cock as good as she does ‘Fish.”

“Neither did you.”

You fucking cry around Santi, the flash images running through your mind making you ache. You readjust, trying to relieve some of the pressure between your legs. Santi notices, of course he does.

“Aw honey,” he coos, his voice borderline condescending. “Do you like that baby? Thinking about him on his knees for me? Fuck, he never could take all of me like you can.”

“She’s thinking about me you fuckin’-”

“She’s thinking about both of us,” Santi interrupts, tilting his head. “Being so fucking desperate in the middle of the desert. Getting each other off so we didn’t fucking kill each other from how fucking frustrated we were.”

You cry again, trying to clench your thighs together. Santi pulls out of your mouth again, his hand moving to fist his cock, to keep himself hard as he regards you intently for a long moment as you struggle to regain your breath and composure.

“Take your bra off and hand Frankie your panties honey.”

You flush immediately but do as you’re told, tossing your bra off to the side and standing to slide your underwear off before Santi stops you with nothing more than a hard gaze.

“Hands and knees baby. Crawl to him.”

You whimper at his command but again, you do as you’re told. You work your underwear off your legs and for good measure, you shove them into your mouth before crawling towards the other man. His eyes are nearly black as he watches you move closer, and you can feel Santi’s eyes watching your every fucking move. You drop the panties at his feet before quickly crawling back to Santiago.

He lifts you up, tossing you onto the bed. You fall back onto your hands and knees, chest and head flat against the mattress almost instantly because you know that’s how he wants you. He pulls you to the edge again and sinks himself into your sopping cunt—he knows you’re ready for him, knows you can take him, knows you kind of like the burn and the stretch that comes with no prep or a moment to adjust.

You gasp as he bottoms out. Santi starts off quick and hard, pounding into you with little regard to whether it actually feels good for you or not but he knows it fucking does. He knows your body so well, he knows the discomfort and the pain makes your clit throb even when he knocks the breath out of your lungs and it takes you a moment to moan to confirm.

“That’s it,” he groans, tilting his head back, his hands gripping your hips. “There we go baby, just take it. That’s it.”

His hips are smacking against your ass, driving him to fuck you harder because he fucking loves that sound. He loves your whimpers and your cries and the squelching sound your cunt makes as you take him, the sound of the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts, the headboard hitting the wall. He fucking loves the sound of sex but the reason he loves it is because it’s sex with you.

He starts using your hips to pull you back to meet his thrusts, his eyes watching where he disappears inside of you. Your eyes are in the back of your skull and you’re gripping the duvet loosely because your body feels like fucking jello. Frankie has his hands in his pockets, trying so hard not to touch himself but failing miserably.

Santiago must have eyes in the back of his head, because he seems to know. “Come on Frankie,” he grunts, smacking your ass once. “Pull your cock out and let her watch.”

You realize his spank was him telling you to open your eyes and look at Frankie, so you do, your cheeks turning hot as you watch him push his jeans down midthigh even though you’ve seen him naked so many times before.

“What do you think honey?” Santi coos, folding himself over your body to whisper in your ear, lips brushing your skin. “Do you think he’s hard for you? Or for me?”

Frankie growls, getting ready to throw back some snarky remark at Santiago but your high pitched moan stops him.

“I don’t know who he’s more jealous of,” Santi continued, chuckling, throwing a devilish smirk in Frankie’s direction but his eyes are back on you almost immediately. “I don’t know if he’d rather be fucking you or getting fucked by me.”

This time, Frankie does get a few words in. “Funny. I was always the one fucking you Pope.”

Santi ignores him but curses when you clench around him—you didn’t know they ever slept together, ever fooled around and this new revelation is doing things to your body that’s almost too much to handle.

“God she fucking likes it ‘Fish,” Santi whines, his pace quickening just a bit, the way you’re gripping his dick pushing him closer and closer to his end and you’re sitting right on top of your own. “Fucking likes the idea of her boys being horny fucking messes for eachother.”

He reaches around your body to pull and tug and rub at your clit, his fingers immediately giving you that last little shove, your orgasm hitting so hard all you see is black and stars and your hearing fades out, but you can still hear Santi’s curses and moans and you can feel his come leaking down the inside of your thigh when he lets go, or maybe you’re just that fucking drenched, you’re dripping all over yourself.

Santiago bites into your shoulder to stifle his moan that wants to become a scream, his eyes screwed tightly shut while he works you both through your highs, his sole focus on you once again, even as the other man in the room comes all over his hand at the sight of the two people he cares about most falling apart at each other's touch, right in front of his eyes.

After he cleans himself up, Frankie stays to watch Santi take care of you because “approving” the aftercare is just as important to him as seeing Santiago fuck you silly.

Santi washes away the result of your orgasm with a warm cloth, his touch gentle and soft, a full glass of water on the bedside table ready for you. He guides you up so you can take a sip, hooking his arms under your legs and shoulders so he can position you against the pillows. Your eyes are locked on him, never straying, and Santi only looks away when he has to. Only you two exist in that moment and Frankie thinks that's fine. It’s sort of beautiful.

But he’s not needed here. Not now.

So he zips his jeans back up and tries to ignore the hollow feeling in his chest or the sinking feeling in his stomach, ready to head out to his truck and give you two the space you need until things cool down and you’re ready to meet up with him for a late night drink at a shitty bar downtown but he doesn’t even make it into the hallway before you’re softly calling his name.

He glances over his shoulder, cheeks turning pink when he notices that you’re both looking at him. You just scoot into the middle of your bed, letting Santi take the side that was once his, smiling because he falls down so naturally, and you leave your usual side open for Frankie, silently begging him to accept your invitation and come closer.

Frankie hesitates, for just a few seconds, not entirely sure whether or not it’s a good idea but his desire to be held by you just one more time outweighs everything else. He shuffles back to the bed and kicks off his boots, slipping in beside you. He feels Santi’s hand fall to his shoulder not a moment later while you get yourself comfortable between them, and it feels normal. It feels so entirely normal.

None of you are sure if it can last, but you relish in it while you can.

[heavenlyhischier]

devil doesn't bargain - rafe c.

word count: 3.6k

summary: He'll only do you harm. He’s ruthless. You knew this.

warnings: 18+ themes minors DNI, mentions of sex, toxic relationship, angst, cursing, mentions of drug use, unedited

note: this could be potentially triggering to some so please proceed with caution. it’s kind of all over the place i’m sorry

For as long as you can remember, Rafe Cameron has been in your life. Your parents and his had been friends long before you two were even born, so being in each other's lives was never something you could have avoided. Not that you would have wanted to. Most of your favorite memories were with him and you firmly believe that he’s the only reason you didn’t go absolutely insane.

During sophomore year of high school, things between you and Rafe shifted after a night of far too many drinks and an over-dramatic game of truth or dare. Year's worth of unlabeled awkward feelings all came bubbling to the surface in a closet so small you barely fit. The way his hands awkwardly fumbled across your body and his lips felt on your own was not a feeling you were ever going to forget. That night was just the start of a complex relationship with Rafe Cameron.

The day after that night, you avoided Rafe to the best of your ability. You were scared that he was going to pretend like nothing happened or tell you that it was a mistake and you were both just too drunk. You’re not sure which is worse, but you didn’t want to put yourself in a position to find out. However, he managed to corner you near the bathrooms at the Island Club and a sober repeat of the prior night ensued in the janitor’s closet.

For a while, things with Rafe never moved past sex, and you had to convince yourself that you were fine with it. You had developed feelings for the blue-eyed boy long ago, and now that he was in your grasp it was hard to ignore those. You had tried to pull his own feelings out of him countless times, but he shot you down every instance and would ask you to leave. His constant dismissal was enough to solidify your thoughts that it would always be the same, but that changed one day over Christmas break.

Christmas Break 2018

You had arrived at Elijah's party over an hour late due to Rafe not coming to pick you up as he had promised that morning. You had to bribe your brother into driving you by offering to do his laundry for the next month, which he happily agreed to. He dropped you off with the promise that you would let him know if you needed a ride home or if you were getting there another way. You playfully rolled your eyes as you promised him you would keep him updated before turning to walk up the long driveway. The small smile you wore was now replaced with an annoyed grimace as you thought about the way Rafe completely abandoned you. It may not have been the first time, but that doesn’t make it any less frustrating. 

Part of you wanted to find him and yell at him in front of everyone, but you knew Rafe well enough to know that it would backfire somehow. You also know him well enough to know that he didn’t just forget about you and that whatever he did was intentional. He was doing it to get a rise out of you; it was a game to him and you’re too tired to play it tonight.

“Y/N,” Olivia squealed once you had made your way into the living room full of people from school, “Where have you been?”

You let her pull you in for a brief hug before responding, “I had some other stuff I needed to get done before I could come.”

You knew he was watching you; you could feel the metaphorical hole he was burning into your skull. He watched as you ignored his presence entirely and it honestly turned him on a little. The way you acted as if he wasn’t even there made his stupid game all the more fun for him. However, he didn’t account for what you had planned on doing for the rest of the night.

“I’m surprised you didn’t come with Rafe,” Olivia subtly pointed out, eyebrow raised as she sipped on her drink and pushed you both in the swing on the back porch.

“Honestly, I was supposed to, but he never showed, so I had to have Evan drop me off,” You admitted, shrugging as if it didn’t bother you to no end, “So, I’m giving him the silent treatment to get back at him.”

Olivia abruptly planted her feet on the ground so the swinging stopped, splashes of alcohol escaping the red cup and landing on your bare legs. “I have an idea!”

She gave you no time to question her as she grabbed your arm and pulled you back into the house. She spotted Rafe in the corner with Topper and Kelce and a smirk grew on her face. You saw the way her eyes bounced from person to person in the house and you grew slightly nervous once you saw her mischievous grin. You apologized to the people she practically ran over, not wanting any sort of fight to start just because Olivia had no regard for those around her.

“Dylan,” She yelled over the music, earning the attention of an extremely attractive boy you had never seen before, “This is my cousin, Dylan. He’s in town for the holidays. Now, get back at Rafe.”

She gave you a sly wink before shoving you towards the confused boy and running off to God knows where. Dylan was sporting an expression similar to your own, but neither of you made a move to leave. You weren’t exactly sure that using another guy to get back at Rafe would be fair to do, but something tells you that he wouldn’t mind the attention for the night.

“Hey,” He finally spoke, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Hey! I’m Y/N, by the way,” You introduced, plastering the most innocent smile you could manage on your face.

Rafe was gripping his cup so tight that the contents were spilling over and falling on the floor. The way you were giving some random guy your full attention and looking at him like you wanted him to take you then and there was enough to send Rafe into a state of emotions he was unfamiliar with. He’s never had to doubt your loyalty to him before despite you not owing it to him, and now he’s not sure what to do in order to keep it.

One of the first things Dylan made clear to you was he was not there to hook up with his cousin's friends, and that made you genuinely laugh. You went ahead and told him the truth about why Olivia forced you both into this situation, and he agreed to help you get back at “the pretentious rich boy”. You had tried to subtly point out Rafe in the sea of people, but his unmoving gaze on you made that a little difficult. Still, you managed to describe him well enough that Dylan was able to pinpoint him.

“So, what’s your story with him,” He asked once you had moved to a less crowded spot in the living room. 

“Complicated,” You scoffed, taking a drink of whatever was left in your cup, “We’ve known each other our whole lives because our parents are friends. We started hooking up like two years ago and ever since then he has been the most confusing person I’ve ever met. It’s like- He doesn't want to date me, but he doesn't want me to date anyone else.”

“That’s not complicated. He’s an asshole; plain and simple,” He chuckled, making eye contact with Rafe from across the room.

He intentionally leaned down to whisper something in your ear, and that was the final straw for Rafe. He threw his drink into Topper’s chest, soaking the entire front portion of his shirt, but he didn’t care. His eyes were lasered in on you and he was going to get rid of whatever, or whoever stood in his way. You had noticed him storming your direction, so you urged Dylan to go somewhere else before he was physically caught in the middle of something that could get him hurt.

“I’m not sure leaving you by yourself with him is a good idea,” He argued, stepping in front of you so Rafe couldn’t see you. That only fueled Rafe’s anger because who the fuck does he think he is?

“Look, Dylan, I truly appreciate your concern. I do. But I know him, and I know he’s always looking for a reason to fight, so just go get another drink or something. You do not need to get even more involved in this,” You were trying to push him away now, but he was a little stronger than you. Especially with the amount of alcohol in your system.

Reluctantly, Dylan walked away a few seconds before Rafe was close enough to encase your arm with his large hand. He didn’t care enough about the random guy to bother saying anything about him running away like a bitch. All he cared about was getting you somewhere private. You let him drag you upstairs and to the very back of the house where one of the many guest bathrooms was.

“Get out,” He barked at the couple that had been previously making out against the counter.

You cast your eyes away from the indecent teenagers as they hurriedly dressed themselves. Your already pink cheeks flared even brighter as you grew guilty and embarrassed that you had interrupted a moment like that, but you know Rafe did not give a single fuck about that. Once they quite literally ran away, he pulled you into the bathroom before slamming the door and locking it.

You were still trying to gain your balance from being rushed in there so quickly that when you were shoved against the wall, Rafe’s hand came to grab your chin and force your eyes to his own, you had to fight the feeling of nausea off. His rings were cold against your skin as you did your best to not back down from his intense stare. Though you were thrown off by the way he looked more than angry. He almost looked scared, but you didn’t have time to think about it too much before he started.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh? You think it’s okay to throw yourself at other guys now,” He spat, his grip on your chin getting slightly firmer.

You’d be lying if you said the way his body was pushed up against you and the way he was making you look at him didn’t turn you on, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. You always caved as soon as he got you alone and you let your urges and desires speak for you. He knew that, too. He knew just the effect he had on you, but he didn’t know how determined you were to stand your ground and you knew that was going to get to him. 

“I think so, yeah. Especially because I’m single, Rafe. You don’t own me,” You bit back.

“You don’t think so,” He taunted, his free hand trailing up the inside of your thighs, “You think you can just ignore me like that? You’re mine, Y/N. You ought to know that by now.”

Hearing him declare you as his own set you off, and you’re almost positive you only gained the confidence to say something because you’re already angry with him and you’ve had plenty to drink. You managed to shove him away from you, which caught him completely off guard, before letting it out.

“Fuck you, Rafe. I am not your anything! I am tired of just being someone you can call for a fuck whenever you need. I want more than that. I want to be more than that, and you don’t want to give that to me and I respect that, but I’m done.”

You kept your gaze on him as he processed just what you had told him. An unknown fear settled in his heart, but he knew enough to figure out that it was a fear of losing you. You had been the one person in his life he was always able to count on. You were always there even when he was far from deserving. He knows that he takes advantage of your feelings, but he does love you in his own twisted way.

You were frozen as you waited for any kind of response from him, but he seemed just as stuck as you. His lips were slightly parted as he gripped the counter so hard that his knuckles were turning white. It amazed you that he looked absolutely beautiful even when it seemed as if he was going to war with himself. You wanted so desperately to run your hand through his unstyled hair and kiss him so hard that he forgot why he was so frustrated, but you can’t do that anymore. Not unless things changed.

After what felt like minutes of no response, you let out a deep sigh as you wiped at your eyes to rid them of your tears. You knew putting the ball in Rafe’s court was only going to leave you heartbroken, but you had to at least try one last time. Prying your eyes away from the one person you’ve ever truly felt something for was deemed harder than you thought, but you knew it had to be done. Just as you reached to unlock the door, Rafe grabbed your wrist and gently tugged you so you were facing him.

“I’ll give you more. I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll be your boyfriend. I’ll take you out. I’ll buy you flowers. I will do whatever you want. Just please, don’t leave,” He pleaded, his voice laced with a mixture of desperation and apprehension.

It truly was pathetic just how easily you believed that Rafe meant the things he said, but it wasn’t hard when he said the one thing you have wanted him to say for years now. You believed in him enough to hold on to the hope that he truly would give you the things you longed for. You put all of your faith in him and you prayed that it didn’t bite you in the ass.

Present Day

Four hours. That’s how long it's been since Rafe was supposed to be at your house. He had promised you that he would be there at seven so you could go to dinner and then head back to his house to watch movies. It was a night he had planned himself, and he never planned a date night, so you were eagerly waiting for the time to come all day. You had been ready since 5:30, but it seems as if your efforts were going to waste.

You should have known better than to get your hopes up. Rafe was constantly making promises that he never kept. He was always hiding things from you. He breaks your heart time and time again by failing to be a half-decent boyfriend, but you forgive him every time. You forgive him after he floods you with gifts and love and he makes more promises that always seem to fall short.

“You have reached the voicemail box of-,” The automated message played for the tenth time before you ended the call.

You were beginning to grow worried, and thoughts of any bad thing that could have happened to him ran through your brain. You hated the way that you always assumed the worst, but you truly couldn’t help it. Calling Sarah was the only thing you could think to do, so you did.

“Y/N,” She happily greeted, loud music blaring in the background, “Are you feeling okay? Rafe said you were sick.”

If you heard those words a year ago, your heart would have fallen right out of your chest, but it was a feeling you had grown accustomed to now. You let out a dry chuckle before saying, “Not sick. Is Rafe there with you?”

“He is, but I won’t tell him you’re coming since he’s obviously trying to hide something,” She scoffed and you could practically see her roll her eyes, “I’ve gotta go, but I want to remind you that you deserve better!”

The line disconnects and you’re on your way to Topper’s house almost immediately. A year ago, if you had found out that Rafe had ghosted you to attend a party, you would find yourself on your bathroom floor crying so hard that you threw up. You wouldn’t eat for days and your eyes would get strained from staring at your phone for too long as you waited for him to text or call you back.

Now, you found a sort of comfort in the feeling of hurt and distrust. It had become such a normal feeling that if you went too long without it, you grew uneasy. You were constantly waiting for the moment that Rafe would let you down because you knew it was going to happen either way. Of course, you wanted to break that habit of normalcy. It’s not healthy and a good enough sign that you should just end things before they grow worse, but you still held a small amount of hope that he would be better.

Pulling up to the party, you had to remind yourself to take deep breaths in order to stay calm. Despite this being a common occurrence, you couldn't help but be nervous to face him. Especially in front of a party full of people. You asked the first person you saw if they had seen Rafe, and they directed you to a group of people that were outside. You darted through the mob of people, briefly passing Sarah who gave you a sympathetic smile.

Finally managing to make it outside, you froze in your spot. Rafe was bent over a table, dollar bill held up to his nose as he snorted the powdery substance he had sworn he was done with for months now. He shot up, roughly shaking his upper body and rubbing at his nose as the drug made its way into his system. You watched as Kelce clapped him on the back and pointed in your direction, and his dilated eyes widened once they landed on you.

Your eyes were brimmed with tears as you shook your head at the one person who continuously breaks your heart before turning around and nearly running back inside. Rafe all but shoved Kelce out of his way as he followed you. He kept his eyes on your figure as you retreated to the front door to leave, and he was determined to get to you before you reached your car, even if that meant running into whoever was in the way.

Rafe knew he fucked up again. He does it often enough to know what it felt like, but this time he knew it was a much bigger deal. He had promised you a few months ago that he was going to stop doing coke. He had watched you cry and get sick over the very thing that made his life feel easier once you had found out about it and he hated himself for it. He hated himself for what he had done to you these last few years, but he was too selfish to genuinely make a change. Instead, he tried to get better at hiding it, and he had been until tonight.

“Y/N,” He yelled out, not caring whose attention he caught, “Wait!”

You ignored him and began walking faster, tears forming steady streams on both cheeks. You felt stupid. For trusting him. For believing in him. For loving him. Everything about Rafe Cameron made you feel stupid. You had constantly ignored the lectures and gentle comments from the people who actually loved you about just how damaging he was. You tried to convince them that he wasn’t all bad, but it seems as if you were really trying to convince yourself.

“Y/N, stop running away from me,” He grunted, his hand coming to close around your upper arm in order to keep you from walking any further, “Listen-”

You quickly turned on your heels so you were facing him, anger and sadness written all over your face. Your eyes were red and glassy, but there was a fury to them that Rafe had never seen before.

“No, Rafe! I am done listening. I am done with you. For good this time,” You cried, yanking your arm out of his hold, “I know I say that every time, but I mean it now. You keep lying to me and fucking me over time and time again. I thought you were changing, but each time I just end up finding that the devil doesn't fucking bargain. You just break my heart over and over and I am done.”

All this time, Rafe assumed you were going to be there no matter what he put you through. He assumed he was always going to be able to count on you, and he knew it was a selfish thought. He knows that the way he strung you along and fed you these deceptive promises was selfish, but he didn’t care as long as he got to have what he wanted. He never accounted for you giving up on him.

You took his silence as an opportunity to walk away before his body caught up with his brain. You never thought walking away from Rafe was going to feel this easy, but that’s what happens after endless distrust and disappointments. Despite the deep love you feel for him, you know that separating yourself from him was what was best for you overall. He was draining you emotionally and physically, and you have a long journey ahead to rebuild what he broke.

[wooblrb]

the law of being friends with a male: chapter 10 ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ?? 

pairing: junghoon x fem!reader 

warnings: noneee,, 

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taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon

a/n: im back :ppp kinda boring chapter but i promise it gets more juicier!! lolll i hope yall like itt!!

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….

‘‘..what are they talking about!?’ 

“because of this morning, moon bo-eun..” i hear one of them say. 

‘ohh they’re talking about bo-eun.. not me. moon bora’s younger sister right?’

i continue to lay on the floor but it got quiet

‘did they leave..? why is it so quiet.’ 

i get up to peak and see them still there but, junghoon was smiling and laughing. 

i fall back on the floor and quickly crawl away from the area, not realizing i left all the milk tea on the floor. 

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“y/n~ lets do a long jump challenge! loser has to mop the floors! you better be ready i have a special talent for this-“ jiwoon stops as she notices me not paying attention 

“heeey~ y/n~ what’s wrong? what are like this?” she shakes my body a couple times. 

‘that smile..’ 

that was the first time i even seen him smile like that. he looked so bright… its like moon bora brings out another side of him.

'why did he smile so bright!?’ 

“L/N Y/N!!!!” jiwoon shouts while squishing my face. 

i shake my head, snapping out of my thoughts.  

“huh? oh sorry i was lost in my thoughts.. what were you saying?’’ 

-_- 

“i was talking about the long jum-no wait. what were you thinking about?” she asks curiously. 

“i was thinking about.. his smile..” i mumble. 

“his smile?? who’s smile?” she questions, confused. 

i tell her about what i saw earlier with junghoon and bora, and about him laughing. 

“y/n. you’re acting a little weird… why are are you thinking so much about his smile?honestly… i think you’re hallucinating..” she suspects as she squints her eyes. 

“forget it..” i roll my eyes and look away. 

“HEY NO. HEAR ME OUT! I’ve been watching junghoon too and he doesn’t seem like the type to smile..” jiwoon says while shaking me. 

“i think youre just hallucinating because you’ve been have a difficult time with him.. right??” 

“hey are you listening to me...?!” 

‘i can’t stop thinking about that expression on his face…i dint believe it when jinsik told me.. but now i understand.’

just as i said, kim junghoon really doe has a great smile. however, even though junghoon and jinsik are best friends.. I’ve never seen him smile with him before. if he didn’t do it with jinsik.. then why with bora? 

what is their relationship..? 

i look over to the side and see that junghoon was standing there at the door. 

jiwoon and i jump in shock. 

“y/n.. when are you going to be done-“ junghoon gets cutoff by a pillow thrown to his face by jiwoon, who didn’t know it was junghoon. 

… 

“we are so sorry..” we say in unison after a couple seconds of silence. 

“we didnt know that the door was open..” jiwoon adds as she bows apologetically 

“its fine. i didn’t know it was open either.” junghoon reassures with a red cheek from the pillow. 

‘AHH WHY AM I LIKE THIS!? this is the second time something like this has happened… why do i keep making these mistakes in front of him.. T_T’ 

“so, y/n, when are you going to finish cleaning?” he asks, snapping me out of my thoughts 

“huh? oh.. cleaning.. i just finished.. why?” i say slowly, curious about his answer. 

“great. lets talk for a bit. i have something i need to talk to you about.” junghoon straightforwardly says. 

“to me? um ok..” i utter and walk up to him. 

‘what’s up with this ominous vibe!? does junghoon want to fight y/n?? i won’t let that happen.. ill save you y/n!!’ jiwoon thought as she steps in front of me. 

“can i stay with you guys?” jiwoon asks with a  determined face. 

“no. i only need to talk to y/n.”

… 

“o-ok! understood! ill leave!!” jiwoon shouts while running away. 

i scoff and turn back to junghoon. 

“so what did you need to talk about..?” i question, tilting my head. 

suddenly, he puts a bag in my hand. i look down and see it was the bag of milk tea’s i got for him. 

(._.) 

"i saw you at the back of the building earlier. lying on the ground. hiding.” 

‘HE SAW ME?!?’

“why were you hiding there? and why did you run away?" he asked curiously.

"...about that.."

'i'm screwed...'

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[babygirlispunk]

Clandestine

Chapter 3: The Ambush

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Chapter Summary: After your failed recon, the clan trails Din in hopes of figuring his next move. Still unsure of his motives and the absence of Bo-Katan, you contemplate your next move and whether your pacifist ways benefit you anymore.

Word Count: 4.7k

Chapter Contents: 18+, sexual themes, violence, mentions of blood, self exploration, mentions of dead parents, self-worth issues?, blink and you miss it PTSD.

You call for a meeting with Dodac as soon as you got back from Keren city. Even though you had the whole walk back to think of your next move regarding Din, you were stumped. Topped with Dodac infantilizing you, Bes' very noticeable absence, the unnecessarily intimate failed recon that is still clouding your mind and your growing paranoia of your leadership skills, you feel like your head was going to explode.

Dodac keeps asking you what happened but you kept it vague, or more so, lying because the whole ordeal was one mistaken move after the other and you didn't want word to get around that you were skin to skin with Din.

How would they view you knowing you had degraded yourself? And for what? You, yourself didn't even know what information you were trying to get out of him. Why did you feel so inclined to figure out who he is? Even though he was back on Naboo, he wasn't a threat at the moment. You and your clan could very easily get rid of him. So why does his presence grate at you?

Frustration tips you over. Planting your hands onto your face and scream, forgetting Dodac is in the middle of trying to converse with you. You take one deep breath in, another one out, hands pulling down your face as you stare up at the temple ceiling. Your hands limp to your sides and after some silence you notice a few scorch marks on the temple's roof.

"Who's been shooting at the ceiling?" you ask a bewildered Dodac.

Before he can answer, Jak and Tiiona enter with Corus teetering behind.

"Lady Calista." Jak greets you.

"What's your report." You cut to the chase.

"We followed him to a transporter that took him to Theed. From there he went to a shipping bay, which I can only guess is stationed. We were unable to enter without clearance and it was heavily guarded. We kept your orders to not engage and give ourselves away."

Dodac chimes in. "Is anyone still shadowing him?"

"Yes, we thought he may notice us trailing him over a period of time so we waited till reinforcements took our place and continued to follow him from there."

"Good... good." Tapping your chin you ask- "Any chance he met with anyone?"

"If he did, then it would've been in the shipping bay. He did seem to be in a rush." says Tiiona.

"Dodac, how is communication with Bes going?"

"Still no reply my lady."

"It's safe to assume that Bo isn't on Naboo, otherwise Bes would've been back by now." you think out loud. "So why did he not leave..."

"If you don't mind my opinion.” Corus speaks up. Everyone turns their attention to her, she slightly cowers. “Should we even be worried of the silver Mando? For all we know, Bo could have just ditched him, rendering him useless after your fight."

There it was. The questioning of your authority. You get a read of Corus' face. She is timid and looking down, not wanting to look you in the eye. A promising young warrior, but still finding her place in the clan.

"It's a precaution and as a child of a watch, those people can be unpredictable and vicious. Especially in numbers." You keep your voice stern. "You may all go rest now, it's late. Thank you for your work today."

Jak and Tiiona both bow their head and are off to their quarters. Corus stays, shifting in her spot.

"What can I do for you Corus?" you smile, trying to ease her.

"I didn't realise you were back but I came to ask Dodac if I can go back on duty. I have recovered and am honestly getting anxious staying around the temple doing trivial jobs." Corus starts to find her voice, words still a little shaky.

You turn your attention to Dodac. "That reminds me, I need you to give a talking to, to whoever was in charge of medical stock. The fact we were low on bacta is very concerning. Corus might not have been so lucky if her injuries were more lethal."

Dodac nods vigorously. "It won't happen again."

"Don't worry, if it went under Bes' radar then it's not your fault." You reassure him.

"As for you Corus." Her eyes perk up eager for your answer. "You can move back to training and combat but you can't leave the premise yet."

After being bothered by Din claiming your people had attacked first -against your orders- you took it upon yourself to interrogate Jak, Dodac and Corus on what happened when they were trailing him. Corus eventually cracked under pressure and admitted that she did indeed, attack first. They were apparently harassing a citizen which had angered Corus so she took it upon herself to intercept.

"You are young and still learning. Your actions... Not following my orders could have had greater repercussions-"

"But because of what happened you were able to take her down.." She whines.

"Corus." You deepen your voice making sure to make a point. "You didn't follow orders. We are warriors but that doesn't mean we fight every fight, otherwise we'd be truly extinct."

Her face is annoyed but glad enough she won't be doing mediocre tasks. "I understand, my lady."

She bows her head to you and Dodac before heading out the temple doors. You sigh once she's out of ear shot. Dodac gives you an apprehensive smile. "At least she is eager."

After going over the last few details with him, you head to your quarters to rest. You kick off your sandals, the cool stone underneath soothing them from a long days walk. You undo the string tightening the dress to your body and let it drop to the floor, too tired to put it away nicely. You lay your naked body across your bed, eyes fluttering from exhaustion.

Time passes, you are feeling too hot and bothered to cover yourself with the sheets and it keeps you tossing and turning despite your exhaustion. Opening your eyes you try to focus on something in your moonlit room, picking the drapes that are flowing with the breeze.

Through blurry vision you struggle to focus. Your body is restless, but in a way you aren't familiar with and you cradle yourself on your side in foetal position. Your breathing is long and heavy, thighs are squeezing together and your hips are rocking in circular motions unconsciously. Your hands start to wander over your body in an attempt to soothe yourself, leaving trails of goosebumps.

Like someone is guiding your hand, you start rubbing circles on your knee. Gradually you glide your hand ever so slowly up the underside of your thigh, massaging along the way. The movement starting to feel familiar as you reach the crease of your ass. Heat radiates from you, knots starting to bind in your lower stomach, a chill following down your spine. Gently you start caressing your folds. It was moist and slick making it easy for your fingers to glide up and down, eventually leading you to enter yourself smoothly. Eyes squeezed tight, you let out a small whimper from this foreign sensation.

Slowly in and out, in and out, in and out. But that alone wasn't enough to satiate this new found excitement and you let your mind wander, landing on earlier today. Trying to imagine what was going through his mind while he was fondling at the seam of your underwear and your sandal was rubbing up against his cock. Would he have followed through if you two weren’t interrupted? You press deeper inside yourself adding another finger, wetness spreading around them down to your knuckles. How far would he have gone in the crowded bar? The thought excites you, feeling yourself squeeze around your fingers. What would it feel like if it was Din's thick fingers pumping inside you instead of your own?

Wait.

Din?

Frak.

Like as if you were jolted with electricity, you sit up lightening fast. Your body is balmy and your breathing is ragged, eyes wide open taking in your surroundings and adjusting to the moonlit darkness. You sloppily wipe your fingers on your sheets, frazzled by your own thoughts and actions.

So this is what it felt like to be... aroused.

You weren't oblivious to what sex was. Bes made sure to educate you, albeit awkwardly, but he made it seem so... formal? You had also overheard other clan members talk about it but it never interested you as you grew up. You were too busy relocating, rebuilding and protecting your clan. Not to mention, no one had piqued your interest since you were surrounded by people who you considered family.

But why oh why did you have to think about him.

Haar'chak!

This man was plaguing all aspects of your mind. The stress and anxiety his was causing vexed you. You hated him. You hated that he was a child of the watch, you hated how he arrogantly wore his shiny armour around like it was nothing, you hated that he hurt your people, you hated that he fought beside Bo-Katan, you hated that your mercy to him made your own people question your authority and leadership, you hated that he touched you so intimately and wormed his way into those kind of thoughts. You hated that man so strongly that you finally realised what you should've done the moment he set foot back on Naboo.

"An ambush?"

"An ambush."

"Are you sure that's necessary?" Asks Dodac.

"Yes I'm sure!" You snap.

Reeling from yesterday and last nights events, you didn't get much sleep with your mind racing with anger and how you wanted to deal with Din Djarin's existence.

Everyone who had been called to the meeting cowers uncomfortably at your sudden change of tone, unsure and confused by their leaders sudden change in tactic.

You look at everyone, but their eyes avoid you, looking at one another and Bes' voice echo in your memory. "I hear the whispers questioning why you spared her and didn't take the saber when you knocked him too." Your paranoia grows, feeling the blood draining from your face. You're suddenly feeling flustered and like oxygen is being sucked out from the room.

You take a deep breath trying to stabilise yourself and attempt to look like you are fine, unaffected by your own insecurities.

"You are sharing words with your eyes. Tell me what is being said."

A few seconds of silence pass waiting for someone to speak up when Jak finally slices the tension.

"We are just unclear about what your goal is my lady." His eyes flicker around at everyone except you but he speaks with his chest. "One moment you want to avoid them, then of course you win the fight with Bo-Katan which we are all very proud of but now that the silver Mando is back your hot and cold on what you want to do about him. It seems as though his presence has obscured your tactics and reasoning."

Tiiona jumps in the conversation. "We just don't know if he is worth the resources, energy and men. He is just one man, we are a whole clan. He doesn't feel like someone worth dealing with."

The rest of the group nod their heads in agreement.

All these years being their leader now being question because of the existence of one man, resentment building inside replacing the anxiety.

"I'll admit, the sudden appearance of Bo and Din did shake me. It had been years since I'd seen her and my hate towards her have shrouded my judgement and reasoning. I know you all carry the same sentiments about her. As for the silver Mando... seeing him with the darksaber and the fact he is death watch, is why I was undecided about what to do with him." You take a second to collect your thoughts.

"The darksaber is a significant symbol to Mandalore. Some of you are much older than me and have more experience with the Death Watch and their atrocities, so I have come to the conclusion overnight that something so important should not be in his hands."

The group murmur in agreement, fueling your confidence.

"Whether he still stands with Bo-Katan is irrelevant because without the darksaber, she has no claim. Not like she is deserving however we just need to make sure that someone else undeserving doesn't have that claim."

"So when and where will we be taking action?" Chimes Dodac.

You smile at him, proud of your own conviction.

"Tomorrow night."

You continue to discuss your game plan, going over details and what you need to prepare for the ambush. You decide that you will bring five of your men with you, confident that will be enough for you to bring him down despite wielding the darksaber and obviously being skilful enough to have held off 3 of your men before.

You will have Dodac stay behind to keep charge of the clan while you go fight and your entourage will consist of Jak, Tiiona, Zo'ha and Kalton. Along with Corus, realising you may have been unfairly harsh on her for doing what she believed to be right and her actions leading in your favour. You brought it on yourself to give her the good news.

You make your way to the training grounds where a group were practising their shooting and combat skills.

Tettar!

Gaanynir!

Chekar!

Ara'novor!

Commands are shouted as you observe your people, a sense of pride filling you. It was always rewarding to see you how skilful they were and how you upkept your Mandalorian roots despite living as diaspora, disconnected from your home world but still connect with tradition and culture.

"Lady Calista." Nay'tan, your combat officer, greets you and the rest bow their heads in your direction as they get back to sparing. "How may I help?"

"I'm looking for Corus."

"She's in the armoury with Fren-ri."

You nod your head and head towards the armoury, Nay'tan’s commands booming behind you.

Nearing the door you hear conversation and gasps. Curiosity getting the best of you, you quietly get close to the door and focus your listening to inside the room, slowing your breath to hear them over yourself.

"-riously! Why would Boler lie to me?" exclaims Fren-ri.

"He'd say anything to try impress you." Corus teases.

"Maybe... but I don't think he's smart enough to make something like that up."

"Yeah yeah I get that you have a crush on each other but why would he bring it up with you?"

"He thought Lady Calista and I were friends since we got the alcohol together and just thought I'd want to know about their encounter."

Your chest tightens at the realisation of what they are talking about.

"Hmmm" Corus doesn't sounds too convinced. "Did he give you details?"

"Well I didn't believe him at first either till he described the dress she was wearing yesterday. Then he said that there was hostility between the two of them at first." Corus hums for him to continue. "Then she sat with him, he ignored her as she ogled him up and down."

"Maybe she was admiring his armour. Honestly he beat my ass and even I'm a little jealous of it. Mine is so dingey compared to his..." You sigh, relieved that Corus isn't believing Fren-ri.

"I would think that too if it weren't for the fact that Boler said he could see the silver Mando feeling her up her thigh and basically groping her. And I quote, from Boler 'she looked like she was really enjoying herself, the girl was practically melting into the couch'. But then he said something distracted him and he had to leave, begrudgingly."

You cringe at the recounting, praying to the Maker Corus doesn't buy into it. One person believing it is manageable but if news spread, your leadership is done for.

"Do you think it was a planned meeting? Is that why she wore that dress?"

“I don’t think it was planned, he only just got here…she’s an utreekov if she’s desperate enough to get handsy with a child of the watch.”

“Ne'johaa! If she finds out what your saying about her, you might get some stupid punishment like I have.”

“Maybe the people should know. She’s younger than most of us and I always thought she was too young to be leading us. Lady Calista only got her position because she was a Marchioness with the Kryze name and we respect Bes enough to take his word that she was worthy even though she’s not a Kryze by blood.”

There’s a silence, Corus clearly not knowing what to say. She was an infant when it happened and has little memory of the purge or history of Mandalore and it's monarchs.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Just keep this to yourself, at least until you have solid evidence she’s cosying up with that di'kut.” Corus sighs.

“I’m sure Boler can tell me more.”

“When are you going to see him ag-“

You leave as quickly as possibly, as quietly as possible so they don't hear you. You're not sure if you want to scream, vomit or cry. You feel faint and like the planet is spinning too fast on its axis. Heavy breaths and staggered foot steps, you lean yourself against a wall bracing your hands on your thighs, begging for air.

You've been exposed by a stupid gossip. You gave into temptation and now you have risked your own position as a leader and the respect that came with it. If you weren't leader, then who were you? You promised your adoptive father and mother that you would hold the Kryze name and the responsibility that came with it. Their last dying wish as their body lay crushed beneath debris, for you to rescue everyone you could, be their beacon in desperate times. You were just a young teen, still figuring yourself and your place in Mandalore, only to be thrusted into the position as a symbol of hope.

No.

Can't let idle gossip hinder you. It was just a lapse in judgment. No leader is perfect, they all make mistakes and it wasn't like your choices had life or death consequences. You have proven yourself time and time again over the years. You were able to find safety and refuge, establishing your clan at a young age. Now as a young woman, you were able to win against Bo, a well renowned warrior.

Taking care of Din will be no trouble at all and you will regain your people’s respect and any doubts among them, no matter the gossip, will be washed away.

You are worthy…

The wind whistles through the tree, breezing past you as you stand in the clearing that you had last fought Bo at. The sun is just about to set and nature's sounds echo into the dark. You stand centre and alone waiting for Din to arrive as arranged, armoured and helmet on.

You sent a scout out to Din in Theed and had them arrange a meeting between the two of you. You figured to do so in the clearing as an intimidation tactic, splatters of blood still scattered where you stood.

You start tapping your foot impatiently. He's late.

Static buzzes from your comm and Jak's voice emits. "Do you think he's still coming my lady?"

"He was spotted on a transporter to Keren. Maybe he's taking his sweet time just to piss me off."

"Hut'uun." huffs Jak.

"Patience. We can't let his tardiness get to us." speaks Zo'ha.

"Quiet, I can hear footsteps approaching..." You whisper, not wanting your guest to hear you.

Within the brush, a tall shadow emerges, the moonlight shining off him and outlining his silhouette. He struts towards you, no longer keeling to the side anymore. He must be fully healed now... unfortunately. Already, almost fixated on him, you nearly miss the small hovering pod following next to him. You stare at it trying to figure out what he has brought with him but it's closed shut. It almost looks like a cradle...

He stops just one step away from being toe to toe with you. He does what you can now deduct as his signature stance, hip popped with his hand resting on his waist. There's a silence between you and it feels like the breeze is trying to push you towards him. Just like last time.

"Is he carrying a bomb or something in that pod?" Jaks voice whispers in your helmet.

Obviously unable to answer Jak... "What's in the pod?" You ask Din.

"Nothing of your concern."

"It is my concern if it is a potential thre-"

"Why am I here Lady Kryze." He sighs impatiently.

He cuts you short and you snort, annoyed. At least he has a singular drop of manners to address you formally. Though it is probably how he addresses Bo as well.

"We want you off Naboo."

"Is that so." He drawls, unmoved.

"Whatever business you and Bo-Katan had here, is over. This is our territory and you are not welcomed here."

He hums amusingly, stepping forward and closing the space between you two. Your gaze follows his helmet having to look up at him as he nears. That damn breeze trying to nudge you closer.

"Last I heard, you were a Mandalorian Marchioness, Lady Kryze." He drawls out your moniker, a tightening sensation twists in your stomach. How you wonder what it'd sound like if he said your real name. "- and not the Queen of Naboo. So you have no jurisdiction on where I can be or what I can do."

He pokes his pointer finger into your chest plate. You don't lose your balance but his strength does give you a slight push. You look down at his hand, his big hands... and back at his unmoving helmet, your breathing starting to deepen as anger build inside you. Warmth envelopes you as you remember every little thing he has done to you in a short amount of time that has vexed you and distorted your sense of self.

"That was your last warning."

His heads tilts to the side confused. Your hand ready by your side you reach for your pistol and your quick to start shooting. He closes his body and guards, stepping backwards as lasers ricochet of his armour, sparks light up and bounce off him lighting him gold. You aim for different parts of his body but his sturdy and quick enough to block it.

Din reaches for his pistol too, whipping it out and shooting back at you. Raising your shield you protect yourself while still trying to aim at him through blocked vision. In a brief few seconds he stops and you move your shield to see his next move. He's pressing buttons on his gauntlet before waving his arm sideways. The pod sitting between you two, hovers away in the direction his arm had gone. You realise there must be some sort of precious cargo in there.

Taking the chance you start running towards the pod and is followed by a "No you don't!" as Din's whipcord is wrapped around your neck. With a strong tug, you are pulled to the ground, legs flailing in the air. You try to thread your fingers through the cord as he drags you along the ground closer to himself, struggling to loosen it as you choke from the sudden force.

Through dusty vision you look up to see yourself nearing Din, you point your pistol at him, shots bouncing off him or missing completely. You knew at this point, you needed your backup.

"Gaa'tayl!" you call out.

You slide to a halt by his feet, you look up as he looks down on you.

"I don't want to fight you!" he shouts in desperation.

"That's too bad because I do!" You spit your words out, you wish he could see the smirk behind your helmet.

The sounds of jet packs zone in on your position, distracting Din and letting you commando rolling and double kicking him in the groin. You land on your feet and rip the cord from your neck. Without wasting a second, you're unsheathing your blade from your brace and take swipes at your opponent as he blocks with his arm braces, clanging and scraping sounds echoing repeatedly.

As he reaches for the sabre on his hilt, his hand is lassoed by one of your men and pulling his arm away. He goes to grab it with his other hand and it is also lassoed away. Planting his feet to the ground he tries to pull against your men but is rendered useless when Kalton lassoes his legs together causing him to buckle down to his knees.

He grunts and groans still trying to fight against your men, squirming under their hold but he is stuck on his knees and arms stretched out on both sides like the ancient paintings of Urthaa.

"How do you call yourself a Mandalorian when you have no honour in battle." He growls at you, shaking his head furiously.

You chuckle out loud. "A real Mandalorian would recognise a well planned and executed ambush."

You notice he kept looking to your side and follow his line of sight to see the pod that had been pushed away.

"Tiiona, go check the pod." You order.

"Don't fucking touch it or you will regret it!" Shouting, he tried to pull his shackles again.

You bend over and meet his eye level, laughing in his face. You feel triumphant that your plan had worked out flawlessly and now Din was helpless in front of you. Seeing him tied up and growling at you as he fought against his hold was exciting and that burning sensation starts building at your core.

No. Not NOW.

"You're not exactly in the position to make demands, are you?" your words slip out teasingly.

A metal sound taps behind you, making you look over at Tiiona as she tries to pry the pod open. As she fiddles with it you turn back to Din. You graze down his body to his belt.

"This belong to me now." You grab the saber from him and stand upright again, looking down and towering Din now. You’re in power now.

Unsheathing the darksaber before you, admiring the artifact in font of you. It vibrates violently in your hand and the sudden weight of it takes you by surprise nearly pulling down on your wrist. You grab the hilt with your other hand to stabilise it. You slowly swish it, side to side as it whirs and glows.

"Kandosii'la." you whisper to yourself.

You pull your focus from the saber and back to a grunting Din. "How did you obtain the dark saber if not from Bo-Katan."

"I won it in a fight against Moff Gideon."

Gazes are shared between you and your men at the sound of the familiar name, a shared trauma shrouding among you all.

"Is he-"

You’re cut short by the sound of Tiiona yelling and hitting the ground. Before you can react, Jak, Zo'ha and Kalton go flying back by an invisible enemy. Your head shoots around trying to find the perpetrator but no one is in sight till your eyes land on the pod and it is open. You barely make out what is inside it before you hearing Din lunging towards you. You swing in his direction, the darksaber's weight nearly throwing off your balance feeling like it's trying to pull you down to the planets core. The sword lands on Din's braces as he shields himself. You growl trying to push all your might and weight into him. His arm braces start burning red as the saber slowly cuts through the seemingly impenetrable metal.

Din starts to keel beneath you, he struggles under the weight of you and the saber but suddenly a force pushes you away and sends you flying. You land with a loud thud. As you make impact with the ground, saber still in hand, it brushes against your body and you screech from the seering pain.

"Lady Calista!" Jak is by your side pulling you onto your feet. Your body falls against his as the pain shoots throughout your whole body. You look down and see your whole left thigh had been flayed.

Rage builds in you as it begins to mask the pain and you whip your sights back to Din only to see a small body scurrying into his open arms.

A small, green... creature?

As Tiiona tries to jet towards them and land a blow, the small child raises its hands in her direction, squealing and once again, she is sent flying back, landing against a tree.

"There's no way." Jak utters in disbelief.

"Jetii." you hiss.

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[fairyv-ice]

Love Wins All

HI! I hope you guys like this chapter!! it was fun to write (especially the end!)

Here is Chapter 1 , chapter 2 , Chapter 3 Below!

Chapter 3

Them

~Where does the fault lie when no matter how we try it's you and I~

After lunch they all continued with the rest of their day per usual. Time moved quite quickly and soon it was the end of the day.

The bell for the end of the day rang and everyone was packing up their stuff. 

“ I’m sorry we can't go today Becky, I was really looking forward to it!” Anya says with a pout

“ My sweet Anya, I know you studied so hard for this test so you HAVE to take it today! The bakery will still be there tomorrow! PLUSSSS'' Becky gets closer to Anya to whisper “ You get some MOREEEEE alone time with Damian and you have to tell me EVERYTHING tomorrow about this little something something that’s going on between you two!”

“Beckyyy there is nothing going on between Sy-on bo-” Anya says but gets cut off by Becky rushing to get the rest of her stuff and running to grab Emile and Ewen’s arms and starts to drag them out with saying

“ C'mon boys, can't let a lady walk by herself to the car!

“ I wasn't done writing the homework!” Emile said worriedly

“I will give it to you in the dorm, let's just go. Bye boss man see you in the dorm”  Ewen  said as he waved.

Damian and Anya still at their seats confused at how fast their friends left them. They both continued to pack their stuff Damian finished before Anya so he got up to go stand by her seat. 

“Is it just me or have they been acting kinda weird today?” Damian asked Anya.

“Honestly, I was going to ask you the same thing. They have been whispering all day to each other. Are they planning something?” she asked. 

“ Who knows, I don't want to ask because I don't want to get into any trouble. Anyways, how is your ankle feeling?? It doesn't look as swollen as earlier, so that's good.” Damian said with a small smile and grabbed Anya’s bag when she was done packing it. 

Anya got up noticing he had her bag. She grabbed her water bottle and headed toward the door as he followed.

“hehe Trouble is my middle name Mr. Desmond. Well I guess we shall see in due time what they are up too. And yah! I feel a lot better thanks to you…” She ended that sentence shyly and looked back at him “Really though, thank you for earlier Sy-on boy, you are a really good friend and i really appreciate you.” 

He started getting a hint of red on his ears “It’s not a big deal Forger, I’m sure anyone would have done the same.” He said.

“But I'm glad it was YOU I ran into and not just anyone” she said with pink on her cheeks now walking backwards.

~What is that supposed to mean? Why does she look so cute right now? What the heck is happening~  He thought  and she heard causing her to stumble as she was walking backwards. She began to fall back and he rushed. He wrapped his free arm around her waist to hold her from falling back. 

“You really need to start paying attention to where you’re going, Forger. What would you do without me?” Damian said coolly with a hue of pink on his face now. ~ACT COOL, DON'T MAKE A STUPID FACE, COMPOSURE DAMIAN. Wait, why are you freaking out? You are just helping your FRIEND~ Anya avoided his eyes, she was red as a tomato. He brought her back to standing up straight. 

She cleared her throat “ Thank’s Sy-on boy, I don't know why I'm so clumsy today” she said, still looking away.

“Is everything okay Anya? You know I'm not one to pry, but I guess.. I Just.. You were pretty upset this morning and you have never come to school like that and I guess I just wanna make sure you're okay and If you need to talk about it I have been told I’m a good listener and-” he cuts himself off realizing the word vomit coming out of his mouth. ~What is wrong with me? Can I not be a normal person around her?~ he thought. She turned to look at him again and raised her eyebrow.

~Why is he so worried about me? Has it always been like this?~ Anya thought. They were about to walk into the library, she looked at the door and back at him. She gave him a small smile and said 

“ I’m okay Sy-on boy, I just had a small argument with my papa this morning and I got too sensitive. Thank you for caring. It really means a lot but really dont worry I will be okay! Now… Let's get in there so we can take this test before I forget everything.”

 She gave a little laugh and he offered a small smile as he reached behind her and opened the door for them both. 

~He has always been like this, he always opens doors for me and acts like a gentleman but why does this make me feel all strange right now? Like all warm and fuzzy inside… does that even make sense?~ Anya thought as they were walking to the testing room in the back of the library. She is too caught up in her own thoughts to even hear his not too far behind her

~She has been acting a little different today, not in a bad way or anything but after this morning  just being able to see her smile and laugh make my chest tighten a bit, is this normal? Am I Dying? Maybe I’m the one who is acting differently? I mean I am just trying to be a good FRIEND aren't I? It’s not that my feelings or anything for her are more than platonic.. Right?~ he thought as he was blushing while walking behind her.

They got to the testing room, she sat and he handed her her bag and he went to sit at a different table. Shortly after they got there the chemistry professor came in and looked at them confused.

“Why are you guys sitting apart? Did you not know it was a partner test?” said the professor, confused.

The two looked at each other and then at the professor. 

“Well go ahead… one of you move, The test if 5 questions and work has to be shown on ALL of them and remember team effort”  the Professor said. 

Anya looked at Damian with a smug smile patting the chair next to her.

Damian grabbed his stuff shaking his head with a smirk and moved to sit next to Anya.

“You lucked out Forger, looks like you are gonna pass with a perfect score today” Damian said smugly.

“Listen here Sy-on boy, you will be passing because of me. I know all the formulas like I know every episode of spywars!”  Anya retorted with a bit too much confidence. 

~ These two have not changed, they are quite a handsome pair together~ the Professor thought with a smile on his face as he handed them the test. Anya looked at him confused but shook it off. 

The two got started on the test. To Damian’s surprise Anya really took charge of the first three problems. But then got stuck on the fourth, and he could tell she wanted to figure it out on her own/ she was being stubborn and not asking for help. 

“You remember this is a partner test? Right?” he said with a smirk. 

“I want to do this, you ALWAYS do all the work whenever we do projects or anything.. I want to be able to help too. I just need to remember the formula.”  Anya said with a pout on her face. 

~gosh she is acting cute again. Why does she have to pout like that.. It makes me want to..~ his thoughts got cut off by the professor standing up. Him and Anya stared at the professor.

“I see you two are almost done. I have a meeting in the main building. Can I trust you two to finish up and drop the test off in my mailbox in front of the library?” the professor said

“Yes sir, we should be done in 20 minutes or so. Thank you again for letting us take it today.” Damian responded confidently.

“ Thank you professor,” Anya said after. 

He continued out the door. They were alone in the room. 

“Will you let me help? You did the first three on your own, it's only fair, right?” Damian said with a smile. 

Anya pouted again, sliding the paper over to him so he could look at the problems that were left. He looked back at her and she was still sulking. He leaned a bit closer to her and tilted his head to get her attention. She turned her head to look at him. He cupped her cheek in his hand.

“Stop pouting Forger, you did well. Don't worry your pretty little head, I will finish this really quick okay?” He said with a smile and let go of her face, he turned back to finish up the test.

“Sy-on boy?...” she said.

“Hmm?” he responded not looking up so he could continue on the problem.

“You… You think my head is pretty?” She asked, her face was pink. His pencil stopped moving. 

~did I actually say that out loud? what was I thinking~ he though

He turned to look at her, his ears were a shade of red.

“Well, it was a figure of speech. You know? But it's not that I don't think you're pretty because I do think you’re pretty. I just didn't mean for all of it to come out like that. Now I feel like I'm just embarrassing myself so I'm gonna finish the test.” He said as he turned to continue writing “But to answer your question Forger, I do think your head is pretty.”

“oh… Uhm thank you? I think.” she was looking down at her hands that were on her lap and blushing. 

“No need to thank me for telling you the truth,” he said. “I finished it, are you ready to turn it in?”

She nodded. 

“Oh wait, our names.” he wrote their names down really quick and handed her the paper. He started packing his stuff.

“Sy-on boy.. My last name is Forger”Anya said, confused.

“Yes? I know. I call you that every day?” he retorted.

“You wrote Anya Desmond on here”she said 

~I WHAT~  he thought 

“I’m so sorry, it's just a force of habit. I don’t think I ever really had to name and date a paper with someone else's name other than my own. Here let me fix that.”  He grabbed the paper as fast as he could from her and looked at it.

 ~Anya Desmond it really doesn't look that ba- what the heck Damian why would I think that, it’s not like I'm gonna marry her or that wouldn't be so ba- Brain please stop thinking for two seconds~ He thought, Anya looking at him wide eyed at his internal bickering. He erased and corrected his mistake, still in shock at himself that he did such a careless thing.

“It’s not a big deal Sy-on boy, I.. I guess I liked the way it looked. I never saw my name with a last name until Forger became my last name so seeing it with your last name looks different in a good way.” 

He dropped the pencil, his thoughts were racing trying to grasp what she just said. He bent down to grab the pencil unknowing that she bent down as well to pick it up. They were face to face, each had a hand holding the pencil basically touching each other. Without thinking he moved his hand from the pencil to her wrist and pulled her closer than they were before, he hooked a finger under her chin, gently lifting her gaze to meet his, and their lips met, their eyes closed, a world of unspoken promises and untold stories unfolded between them, leaving an irresistible curiosity for what the future held for them.

Until she opened her eyes

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[sketchy-rosewitch]

House of Wax Religon Headcanons

CW: Catholicism, Talk of religion, Abuse, religious abuse, physical abuse.

This is basically just what I believe the brothers beliefs are. I thought about it last night and decided to write it.

Bo Sinclair:

Catholic through and through, he never stopped believing in God. He also believes he will never be forgiven until the town is complete (kinda a cult mentality).

Thinks his Ma is in heaven and she talked to God and told him Bo wasn’t allowed up until he did everything she asked of him and stopped being a “problem child”

I think he and Vincent had to be those kids that had their parent sit between them during Mass, (my sister and I were those kids).

Definitely had fits on the way to Church cause Mass was boring and he didn’t wanna go. (My Church had a kids Mass but their church is small so in my opinion they didn’t have that)

Got the shit beat outta him a few times cause he knocked over some of the candles or decided to mess around with a kid in the pew in front of him.

Used to pray kneeling at his bed right after Trudy died but eventually stopped and just kinda lays awake at night talking to God.

He has a rosary in his suit pocket, bedroom, and in his truck.

Gets hymns stuck in his head sometimes and plays them on the piano (doesn’t have the same feel as the Church’s organ but it satisfies)

Struggles with internalized homophobia

Still genuflects, does the sign of the cross, and all that out of habit.

Goes to at least visit the Church on Sunday and he doesn’t “work” that day either.

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Vincent:

Atheist: Doesn’t believe in a higher power.

He stopped believing in God around 14. It was honestly because of how his parents treated Bo and how Bo and him turned out.

If God existed why did he end up with half a face? Why didn’t God allow Bo and him to separate before birth? Would’ve saved them so much trouble..

Fell asleep during Mass a lot but no one ever noticed cause he mastered waking up when they had to stand or kneel or sit. (He’d fall asleep standing and kneeling too)

Since he doesn’t believe in God he doesn’t really have a moral compass (didn’t see the need for one after he started killing)

The only reason he is still doing what his Ma wanted is because Bo convinced him and it’s about the legacy. Someone eventually will stumble across the completed town and see who Trudy Sinclair truly was.

He honestly went back and forth with believing and not but after awhile he gave up the fight.

Never struggled with homophobia, he just kinda like sits there and vibes.

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Lester Sinclair: Agnostic

Lester still has a rosary in his truck glove compartment but he doesn’t really believe in God, or any religion but he doesn’t NOT believe in God or any religion.

He just kinda exists and he knows his brothers exist.

Sometimes when he worries he prays to whoever will listen

He believes his Ma and Pa are somewhere awful and that’s all.

He was an alter boy. Was how he thought he could get his parents attention.

May or may not have broken wine cups, bowls, the water jar and more from being an alter boy.

Bo and Vincent managed to cheer him up after he thought he disappointed everyone by breaking things.

Used to talk to the old ladies behind him during Mass.

Honestly thought about being a priest for a bit but decided not to about a month later cause it looked like too much work.

Lester struggled slightly with internalized homophobia but I think he does in fact go by Yolo (Ik so 2012 of me) unironically and just decides that he’s gonna live the life he wants.

He gets hurt by judgey people but in the end it doesn’t matter.