#oh my god all the other women that opened have either quit or are so slow at opening their about to get moved off of mornings

[ierogenvy]

y’know it’s so weird … there’s a lot of women that work at my job … but 99% of the time i’m the only non-man at opening … and it’s all non men closing …

[rafeandonlyrafe]

wisdom teeth

words: 1.1k

warnings: dentist, blood

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“ma’am?” the voice rings through the waiting area. your head shoots up, realizing that she must be talking to you.

“hi, how is he?” you question, slinging your purse over your shoulder and pocketing your phone.

“the procedure went completely fine. we are trying to place the gauze in his mouth now but he keeps insisting on seeing you.” the receptionist says, a slight blush to her cheeks.

“oh!” you say, eyebrows raising. 

“follow me, please.” she says, leading you back further into the building.

“he’s being quite rowdy, isn’t he?” you ask, able to hear through the shut door the incessant questions, asking where you are, asking why you aren’t with him.

“some patient react differently to the anesthesia. it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, so don’t be embarrassed, doll.” the receptionist assures you, opening the door and letting you into the post op room.

“baby! there’s my baby!” rafe says, his hair a mess over his forehead, blood dry and crusted on his chin.

“hey, rafey.” you say calmly, hoping your relaxed attitude will influence him to calm down. “i’m right here, honey.”

you cross to his bed, glancing briefly at the dental assistants, one who looks annoyed that their clean up is taking so long, but the other gives you a sweet smile.

“you’re so pretty.” rafe slurs. “i love you.”

“i love you too, honey.” you coo, taking his hand, still slightly limp, in yours. “you have to let the nice women help you though. they’re here to clean you up for me.”

“you gonna kiss me when im all clean?” rafe asks, his lower lip pouting out.

you nod. “gently though, baby.”

“what did they do to me?” rafe questions, now sitting still as the nurses wipe away the blood on his chin.

“they just took your wisdom teeth out. they were hurting you but you’ll feel all better now.” you explain softly, petting his hand and arm to calm him as the nurses continue to rub at the dried mess.

“open your mouth.” the mean looking nurse says, her voice too stern for your liking, but before you can speak up, rafe turns to her, a look of fury in his eyes.

“i will not open my mouth for you. i only do what my baby tells me to do, so fuck off.” “rafe, oh my god!” you shout as the sweet nurse cracks up. “watch your language.” “i’m sorry, but this girl was trying to flirt with me! she wanted me to open my mouth for her, can you believe that?” rafe asks, his eyes flickering between looking softly at you and glaring at the assistant.

“they just want to put some gauze in your mouth. open up and let them, sweetie.” “fine.” rafe hums, his brow scrunched together as he turns back to the nurse. “i will because my baby asked me to, not for you.”

you shake your head but smile when rafe opens his mouth, allowing them to finish cleaning up. you stay next to his bed, holding his hand firmly in yours.

“can i be alone with my baby now?” he asks them as the nice assistant tells rafe he can close his mouth now.

“we recommend waiting at least a half hour until the anesthesia wears off a bit more before trying to get him out to the car. we can leave you two in here, but try not to let him talk too much, it’s only going to cause his mouth to bleed more.” “that’ll be hard, but i’ll try. thank you.” you nod to them as they leave the room.

“rafey, be quiet for me, okay baby?” you tell him, sitting down on the side of the bed, stroking your hand through his hair to smooth it out over his forehead, back in its proper place on either side of his part.

“but i want to tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you and how much i wanna marry you one day and how much i lov-” “thank you, rafe.” you cut him off. “you can tell me all that real soon, but for now you have to be quiet so your mouth can heal, mmkay?”

“fine, i’ll stop talking. but you did promise me a kiss.” rafe says, and then dramatically shuts his mouth before puckering his lips.

“a gentle one.” you remind him, leaning forward and pressing your lips as softly as you can against his, putting your hands on his chest to stop rafe from leaning forward and deepening the kiss.

you pull away, but before rafe can open his mouth to complain, you kiss along his cheeks, then forehead, covering his face in soft presses of your lips to keep him happy and calm.

you tuck your chin into the crook between his shoulder and neck, stroking your hand over his chest as you cuddle up to him. “i’ll talk to you to keep you entertained, yeah?” rafe nods, nuzzling into your hair. you begin to whisper stories into his ear, anything you can remember to pass the time. tales your mother told you when you were little, or recapping movies that you’ve watched enough times to remember the plot clearly.

theres a knock on the door as you straighten up, calling out for the assistant to come in. she enters the room with a wheelchair. “time to go!” “yes.” rafe says, pumping his fist in excitement. “did you here that baby? its time to go.”

“i did, rafey. remember we are supposed to be quiet though.”

“thats right.” rafe nods. “im letting my mouth heal.”

the nurse laughs gently, wheeling the chair towards the bed. rafe is able to get into it pretty much without your help, but sends the assistant a glare when she tries to push the wheelchair.

“you’re gonna take me someplace without my baby again?”

“no, honey, she’s just helping us get to the car. and then i’m gonna take you home.” you explain softly, moving to walk ahead of the wheelchair so rafe can keep you in his sight.

“we live together?” rafe asks as you help him into the passenger side seat of the car.

“we do.” you remind him, taking the buckle and strapping it across his chest. you thank the assistant, who tells you again what rafe can and can’t do over the next 24 hours, before bidding you both farewell. 

you carefully shut rafes door before rounding the other side of the car. you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek before putting the car into drive, thankful that its a short way home so you can get rafe laying and relaxing again soon.

you click the radio on, but rafe frowns and shuts it off. 

“whats wrong baby?” you question. “don’t want to listen to music?” “no.” rafe shakes his head, an adorable pout on his lips. “i want to hear more of your stories.”

you let out a soft laugh before conceding. “of course baby.”

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader Receives PeggyNats Nudes Accidentally

Authors note: For my ease, all of the drabbles for the couples will have reader receiving the couples nudes in the same manner (Though circumstances do differ). I apologize if this becomes repetitive.

Authors note 2: accidentally went a bit long with this one. Though I'm sure y'all won't mind lol

Warnings: smut (eating out and mirror sex)

Word count: 1198

Marvel Masterlist How They React To Masterlist

   Both women step out of their shared shower and grab their towels, beginning the process of drying off. Once their bodies are dry they step off the mat in front of the shower and move closer to the counters 

   Natasha lets out a chuckle as she tousles the small towel that's on her girlfriend's head, earning her a playful glare from the brunette, “Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?”

   Nat smirks, “Don’t lie, you like when I’m playful”

   “Indeed I do, but that doesn't mean I won't tease you for it” Peggy admits with a smile and a wink that has butterflies erupting in Natashas belly

   Seemingly oblivious to the feelings she's caused the redhead, Peggy continues to towel off her hair, giving Nat the perfect view of her bare muscles flexing. Her ogling however doesn't go as unnoticed, but the Brit chooses not to say anything and instead waits for Natasha to make a move

   Nats eyes shamelessly take in every curve and crease of Peggy's body. From her toned shoulders, down to her solid abs and continuing down past her core, which she admittedly stops to admire a bit longer, until finally stopping at her thighs

   “Bozhe, pochemu ty dolzhna byt' takoy chertovski privlekatel'noy(God, why do you have to be so damn attractive)?” she mutters, already forming a plan in her head

  “Sorry darling, I didn't quite catch that”

   Nat hums and takes a step closer to the other woman, making her turn to look at her. The mix of adoration and pure hunger in the shorter woman's eyes has her own belly doing flips. 

   “You look good enough to taste….Can I?”

   Peggy's body reacts before she can even give a proper response and Nat watches in amusement as the brunette's legs automatically part to give her more room. Still, she waits for a verbal response

   “Yes…”

   Without wasting any more time Natasha drops to her knees in front of her girlfriend, and places her hands against Peggys thighs. She trails them over the muscles before moving them around to the Super soldier's firm ass, and gently squeezes as she brings her mouth to Peggys awaiting pussy.

   “Oh hell…” she breathes out as Nats tongue swipes through her folds

   Nat hums in response, sending vibrations through the other woman that have her clenching around her girlfriends tongue as she slips inside. Natashas nose bumps against her clit and she swears that if she wasn’t a super soldier, she'd be in need of some serious support to stay standing due to how good she's currently feeling. She's lost in that feeling of bliss for a few moments, until she gets a rather unexpected idea. Though she supposes it's rather time for her to be the cheeky one. 

   She reaches over to the counter where she had left her phone before the shower and grabs it. Now admittedly, she still doesn’t know how to use it very well, but she knows how to work the camera. And right now, that's all she's after. She opens the app and points it at the large mirror in front of her, moving around to find the perfect angle. 

   She knows that through all of this, Natashas eyes haven’t missed any of her movements. No matter the circumstances she never does. So before she takes the picture she looks down to confirm it's okay. The sight of the redhead with blown pupils and arousal dripping down her chin has a moan escaping Peggy instead of the question, but thankfully Nat knows what she intended

   “You can take one” she assures, her voice a bit raspier than usual either from lust or how long she's gone without using it while focused on pleasing Peggy, “Just make sure it gets sent to me when I’m done with you”

   Peggy nods and quickly snaps the pic before setting her phone back down on the counter, and Natasha eagerly reattaches her lips to her girlfriends clit. Without thinking Peggy buries her hand in Nats hair and pulls her face impossibly closer to her core

   “Oh god! Natasha!” she moans, cumming into her girlfriends mouth,and Natasha takes great pleasure in the fact that she was able to get her girlfriends strong legs to tremble

   She stays on her knees, gently bringing Peggy through her orgasm and cleaning up the mess she made until Peggy's grip loosens in her hair. She pulls away and sucks in a breath she hadn’t even realized she needed while her girlfriend looks down at her with a smile

   “Come here, love” she says, reaching to help pull the Russian to her feet

   Once standing Natasha finds herself being trapped between the countertop and her girlfriend as Peggy captures her lips in a searing kiss. Her lips part to allow the taller women tongue to enter and she fully relaxed as Peggys arms wrap around her waist

   After a few minutes of making out the older woman pulls away with an affection filled smile, “I suppose I should send you that picture, before I forget”

   “Oh, I wouldn’t let you forget about it” Nat says with a smile, but still lets her girlfriend go to retrieve her phone

   As usual Peggy fumbles to get the picture sent off but once it goes through she seems satisfied. Nat picks up her own phone to look at the picture and is also satisfied, for all of five seconds. Because that's when she notices her girlfriends blunder

   “Lyubov'(love).....you sent it to the chat with Y/n”

   Her eyes widen as panic and anxiety build inside her as she thinks about their teammate, friend and longtime crush seeing that picture, “Damn”

   In your room you hear your phone ding and decide that you've worked on paperwork enough today anyway. So you get up from your desk and plop down on your bed to grab your phone. You're quite happy to see that the notification is from the group chat with your best friends, who also happen to be a couple and a couple that you're madly in love with at that.

   When you open the message you're greeted with a picture of a slightly foggy mirror that has the reflection of a fully naked Peggy staring back at you, and though you know you should, you can’t tear your eyes away. Your eyes continue to travel further down and that's when you notice a head of red hair that obviously belongs to Natasha as her bare back faces the mirror. You swallow hard and take a deep breath to settle your nerves and to figure out just what the hell is going on, but before you can get your bearings another text from Peggy comes through

   I am so incredibly sorry, still figuring out this blasted phone

   I would like to say that it's not a problem, but truly I don’t think I’ll be able to forget what I’ve seen….and I'm not quite sure i even want to

   Natasha rereads your message three times to make sure she's reading it correctly as Peggy somehow gets out a reply, You don’t have to forget. 

In fact detka(baby), you can even see more.

[wasawattpadkid]

Ok idk if you’d want to write this but like, Billy x Fem reader who like doesn’t shave down there, I feel weird asking for this but I just like don’t see people write about it and it makes me self conscious.

Girl don't feel weird at all! I don't see people write about it either so we're about to change that. Here ya go Hun!💕

Believe me

Pairing: Billy Loomis x fem!reader

Warnings:⚠️smut 18+⚠️ oral fem!receiving, fingering fem!receiving, praise, brief overstimulation

Billy was a patient man. He'd wait as long as you needed him to. However he did worry about you. You weren't one to wait till marriage but you did seem very quick to reject him every time he even mentioned sex. Even a slight brush against your thigh made you jump. Billy didn't want to push you into anything but he also couldn't go much longer without knowing what was wrong.

The sleezy horror movie had ended but you were too busy focusing on the boy on top of you. His lips traveled down your neck as your hands toyed with his hair. Once again he tried his luck by running his hand up your bare thigh. Your eyes opened as you slowly peeled him off you. "Okay." You said awkwardly fixing your nightgown. "Is it me?" He asked running a hand through his hair. This was the one thing you feared. You crossed your legs on the bed as you grabbed his hands. "Oh my god no." Billy just scoffed.

"Then why won't you let me touch you?" It wasn't like there was no sex in your relationship at all. You helped him out quite often but when it came to you however you were distant. He was grateful for what he could get but he wanted to please you. You did so much for him asking nothing in return. "There's something we have to talk about." Billy's heart sunk with fear. All breakups started with a serious conversation.

"I like you I really do." You paused piecing your words together carefully. "You're breaking up with me aren't you?" Your eyes grew wide. "W-what no! Not at all!" He wasn't convinced. He pulled his hands back growing distance like you had so many times before. "I don't shave." You said a little ashamed of the secret. It was a complicated thing. You knew you shouldn't feel bad about something that's natural. Yet every magazine you saw and all of your friends were completely clean shaven. It was an unspoken fact men didn't like "natural" women.

Billy looked at you for a second before laughing. The sound tore your heart to shreds. This was it. When you went back to school Monday you'd be the joke of the whole school. Billy stopped laughing as he saw tears well up in your eyes. "Oh fuck I'm not laughing at you!" He tried to fix his obvious mistake. You could hardly understand what else was funny. "Babe please don't cry." This time he grabbed your hands but you pulled away.

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything." You mumbled wiping your eyes. "Y/n. I don't care that you don't shave. That's not why I was laughing." His brain was working overtime trying to figure out how to fix this. "Why were you laughing then?" You asked expecting the worst. Billy didn't even really mean to laugh. The reason behind your abstinence was just absurd to him. "Because the fact you think I care if you shave or not is crazy."

"All guys care. You're saying you wouldn't prefer if I shaved?" It was an honest question. One with a simple answer. "You really think that low of me?" Your relationship was just a month shy of a year. Billy was insulted you hadn't realized he wasn't a prick like the other boys at school. Your silence didn't answer any questions. "I don't care if you dyed it bright pink." You tried not to laugh by pursing your lips. "I'm trying to have a serious talk right now." Billy smiled as you started to laugh. "I'm sorry! You can't just say something like that."

You both laughed making the air in the room more breathable. "Seriously though Y/n I like you. Whether or not you shave is not going to change anything." You wanted to believe him and he wanted to prove it. His lips found yours once again. The kiss being more passionate than the one before. You didn't stop him as his hand slowly lifted the bottom of your nightgown. His lips moved south making sure to leave a mark or two on your neck. Once he was satisfied he pushed the fabric of your nightgown up to show off your underwear. He peppered kisses across your stomach whispering little praises against your skin.

Billy hooked his fingers into the waist band of your panties pulling them down your thighs. Your eyes were shut tight scared of his reaction. His kisses never stopped. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Have I told you that?" He whispered kissing his way down your thighs. Billy had told you that before but never like this. His tone was deep almost raspy. "Have I told you how lucky I am to call you mine everyday?" He smiled looking up at you. The sound of his voice made you melt.

Billy pressed a kiss to your cunt making your breath hitch. He positioned himself between your legs so that your thighs rested on his shoulders. Billy's hands gripped each thigh keeping you still. Slowly he began to lick stripes up your folds just to tease you. Your hands gripped the bed sheets not entirely sure of where to put them. His right hand moved to open you up letting his tongue roam around the space. You couldn't help but grab his hair needing some semblance of control. His lips locked around your clit sucking gently on the sensitive bud. Curses fell from your mouth only further encouraging Billy's movements.

Your boyfriend went back to working his tongue around you. He traced his name over your clit seeing you shake around him. It was a thrilling scene. Your vision started to blur as you pulled at his hair. Words were no use. You couldn't put together a single word let alone a sentence. You just had to hope Billy knew what he was doing. His right hand moved to your entrance where he slid two fingers in with ease. Your sounds were pornographic honestly shocking the man trapped between your thighs.

You said his name over and over like a prayer as that coil buried deep within you tightened. You squeezed around his fingers as you cried out in ecstacy. His fingers pumped in and out as his tongue swept side to side across your clit. You took a deep breath as that coil snapped sending your head back against the pillows. His tongue continued it's assault letting you ride out your orgasm.

"Please.." You whispered as you pulled his hair. Within seconds you became sensitive to the touch. Billy's grin was borderline evil as he stood up at the end of the bed. He licked what he could off his lips as he eyed your almost naked frame. You watched as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt lifting it to wipe his mouth. The happy trail you'd mapped with your tongue many times before was on full display.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous." He rasped as you smiled. He knew the praise worked wonders on you. You were honestly a little mad at yourself for depriving yourself of him for so long. "Now do you believe me?" Billy asked referring to your earlier argument. You squinted your eyes debating on a response. "Maybe." He raised his eyebrows. "Maybe? Well then I guess I'll have to do it till you believe me." He pounced on the bed making you squeak with laughter. It was going to a very good and very long night.

[exmotranny]

the green carpet scratches at your pink heels. bile rises in your throat.

they talk about womanhood- but it’s not quite right. there is the pink and compliments and talk of boys

i am a beloved daughter

but there is also something else. it digs at your flesh, it feasts on your skin. your mother motions at your chest, bigger than hers and you're not even done growing yet! how lucky.

of heavenly parents

you pray to a man every night, finish it in another’s name. on your knees. you were sent a shady link as a kid. the woman on her knees, tears streaming out of her eyes, i don't want this, she said

with a divine nature and eternal destiny

blood on the inside of your underwear. you were told this meant you were a woman now. you were ten years old. what the fuck did you know about being a woman? your mom said you weren’t allowed to touch between your legs, but it's normal to want to. you didn't know what that meant, either.

as a disciple of jesus christ,

you wanted to be desired. you daydreamed of being the trophy for boys around you, of claiming that role one day as a wife. you came from a long line of women married young. you don’t know their names, but you were taught about their husbands in church.

i strive to become like him.

pressing your breasts down as much as possible, trying to give the illusion of a flat chest. badly cropped jpgs of jesus photoshopped to have top surgery scars are the secret currency you pay to get past the hours of church. you hold them like diamonds.

i seek and act upon personal revelation

you thought god was talking to you. you almost threw away everything you owned. you thought you were a prophet. total fuckin’ ego death! holy shit! god speaks through me!

and minister to others in his holy name

and then the next morning. when your faith crashed, when moroni abandoned you, did it feel unreal to you too, joseph?

i will stand as a witness of god

oh god, no. please. i don’t know what’s real anymore.

at all times

leg hair peeking from under your pretty sunday dress. they all stare. you ignore them and open up to D&C 132.

and in all things

emma, did you love him to the end? i don’t think you wanted him. did you watch as he married a 14 year old? did you tell him you burned the commandment? did you cry when he died for the church that he loved more than he loved you?

and in all places.

blood on the floor of carthage jail. this martyr will be remembered forever. do they talk about you, emma? or are you just joseph��s wife?

as i strive to qualify for exaltation,

when i marry, my husband will be a god, and i shall cleave onto him. when i marry, i will go to his universe and bear more of his children.

i cherish the gift of repentance

heads bowed low as the sacrament is passed. my hands clutch onto the bottom of my skirt. pleasure outside celestial marriage is forbidden. i apologize for loving the wrong way.

and seek to improve each day

i tried to kill myself, last time i got home from girl’s camp. i got home and cried and found the pills and shoved them into my mouth until i cried more and more until i was gagging. i hunched over the toilet. my hands on the grimy floor.

with faith, i will

forced to sing in front of the congregation. my head spun from anxiety. my stomach turned with nausea.

strengthen my home and family,

loving wife beautiful kids loyal husband church once a week work weekdays weekend mom monthly round on the business end of his cock forever and the vomit threatens to make an appearance.

make and keep sacred covenants,

an old man is in a room alone with me. he asks me if i masturbate.

and receive the ordinances and blessings

i tell the man no. i receive a card so i can be ordained.

of the holy temple.

that's just how it goes, isn't it?

all around are paintings of god and jesus. we learned about heavenly mother. why don’t i see her in paintings? did god have plural marriages? did heavenly mother make us? why don’t we pray to her? did she watch god marry a 14 year old? did she cover her eyes? when she saw blood on her underwear, was she told she was a woman? did she touch between her legs? did she ever believe herself better than god? does she cry when she cant talk to us? why do i cry? was heavenly mother scared of singing in public and did she press her chest flat and did she cry when god forced himself into her mouth? did she burn his doctrine too?

i am given flowers on mother’s day. i will be one eventually, after all. and i vomit in the church bathroom quietly like the perfect woman i am supposed to be.

[freakassfemme]

[QueerFic's] NSFW Alphabet: Yara Greyjoy

A/N: Hello!!! Yes, this has been done before, but I wanted to give my own personal spin on Yara's NSFW alphabet:)

NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

In my mind, Yara is quite the chatterbox. She's not really up for extensive aftercare, though she certainly wouldn't refuse a bath together, but I feel like aftercare for Yara resides in conversation or physical touch. Did you enjoy yourself? What did you like? How do you feel? She wants to hold you and draw out those last fleeting sparks from the skin to skin contact.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yara is an ass woman. Everyone's got an ass, man or woman, and she loves them all. Having something soft to grab on to, and the way that it extends into your hips, your thighs, she adores it.

On herself, I think Yara probably likes her hands or her shoulders. She likes something that makes her feel strong, and her arms bare the most of the physical labor and fighting she does, so they remind her of her capability and strength, and it kind of turns her on a little bit. She likes to be intimidating.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Especially with women, Yara is a swallower. It's symbolic of her hard work, and I think she views it as a reward rather than an end goal, and something for you to both enjoy. I think Yara has a bit of an oral fixation, so I'm sure she loves to have her face covered in it in all honesty, or to ride her partner's face and have it on theirs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Yara loves to seduce any woman on the ship. Crewmate, passenger, prisoner, it's her little game of cat and mouse, and she plans on winning.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't remember if this is canonical or just fandom stuff, but I heard/read somewhere Yara has fucked a woman from each of the seven kingdoms? Yeah I believe that. She's probably aiming for 20 from each about now.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Yara loves to ride, Yara loves to be ridden. It's a must for her. I feel like she would also love having someone in her lap, or missionary or a mating press. Anything that commands power, eye contact, and complete openness or vulnerability,

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

She'll definitely crack a joke or two, especially in aftercare. We all love Yara for her smart mouth, boldness and outright attitude, and I don't think that's something that simply slips away when she's horny.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don't think she cares, and tbh I don't think she cares about other people's grooming either. Definition of "baby call me Moses cause I'm gonna part the Red Sea" or "the wilderness must be explored" or something LMFAO

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is key for her! And being a little silly or sarcastic doesn't ruin that intimacy. She needs to feel a connection to the person, and she thrives on that moment when she "syncs" with someone and it turns into more of a dance or rhythm. Eye contact is crucial.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

In some ways I feel like Yara is a 5 minutes and go girl, or she's just too busy and just waits to find a partner, but I also like to think about her late at night in her bed, full of her own fingers, without a care in the world.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

VOYEUR oh my GOD I am a devout believer in voyeur Yara. YES she would fuck you in front of her whole crew, in ANY throne room, on ANY ship, in ANY dining room, for fun or to prove a point. She herself might not get naked, but she loves that anyways, it makes her feel so powerful to be fully dressed while her partner is bare and vulnerable.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

I feel like Yara loves to fuck in public, like on the deck late at night or giving head on a balcony somewhere, but I feel like she also holds a special place for her own large bedroom, perhaps a secluded tower, where she can really lean into her deepest desires and do whatever she pleases, even if it involves getting a little sadistic.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When is she not ready to go???? I feel like she's always ready ngl, but I feel like if she saw you fight someone off or help with manual labor, she'd go nuts. Or like sitting on her lap in front of the crew, making any bold comments or attitude.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Yara is up for a threesome, foursome or orgy on occasion, but she isn't going to do an open relationship in a committed relationship or marriage. If you were just a hookup buddy, it wouldn't bother her, but if you're serious, she doesn't like the idea of you being intimate without her being involved.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Head is Yara's expertise. When she gives, she usually likes to be completely in charge. When she receives, it's 50/50. Maybe she's sat up and playing head pusher, or maybe she's tied up and growling and whining.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Yara is typically large and in charge lmao. I feel like she can definitely both, but given her tendency to intimacy, multiple rounds, and basking in pleasure, I feel like she leans more towards slow and sensual, but still fairly rough, to really draw it out.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh she 100% would. She'd fuck you until you cum on her face then wipe her mouth and walk out on deck like nothing happened. Better a quick fuck than none at all I guess.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely. Yara loves creativity. She sleeps around because she loves new experiences, so she'll take experimentation anywhere she can get it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Yara can definitely go for a while, especially when receiving, she's an absolute soul-sucking demon.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

YARA WITH A STRAP SUPREMACY! Yara will give that strap to anyone who asks for it, and I'm sure she'd love to ride one or get stuffed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

We're talking about the same woman right? Yara's whole thing is teasing and banter. She's grabbing you in front of anyone and everyone, saying the nastiest things over the dinner table where anyone could hear, reaching under the table and grabbing at you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I feel like Yara is definitely expressive. She'll grunt and groan and let out soft moans, but she's not exceptionally loud. She moreso leans into dirty talk, but she'll get on her knees for a partner who will scream her name.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Yara has got to be a scissoring LEGEND. No strap? No problem. She's meat-to-meating that pussy like it's her dying fucking wish.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Scissoring legend is till on my mind so I'm fingers crossed for big clit Yara :') Like she has big dick energy but no dick so I'm hoping that translates.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Yara has "it's five o'clock somewhere" energy when it comes to sex, but I feel like she's definitely crazy about morning sex, or middle of the night, wake-up fucks.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think Yara fucks in the daytime honestly more at night time, and it probably reinvigorates and energizes her because of that, so I wouldn't be surprised if it actually kept her awake and that's why she has such insane stamina.

[gourmetjello]

könig x reader : microwave

hey loves, hopefully könig isn’t getting too boring !! i’m quite obviously a könig blog for now but i would love to write about others too maybe a bit later, i was thinking about keegan, ghost, krueger or maybe even horangi? any opinions on these guys? (｡- .•)

you know the drill already -> 2nd person pov (it’s working pretty well!) and english isn’t my first language so bear with me. this will be a more lighthearted and shorter fic! i’ve been promising a fluff for a few days now but gosh, i feel like i would mess it up and könig would be to ooc. that’s just my personal fear though bahaha

also in this oneshot könig is wearing his mask / sniper hood for the first time ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) hope you’ll enjoy! (bunch of dialogue in this one ahaha)

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the kortac base was always eerily quiet and dark around nighttime and it even creeped some people out. you weren’t really one of them, but you couldn’t deny that the thought of being surrounded by so many guns and other kinds of weapons didn’t exactly make you feel safe and sound at night. not like you spent so much time in the main building after midnight, but still.

one night though, you happened to be in one of the rooms because the microwave in the dormitory stopped working. it’s a stupid little thing, but it did indeed cause a mass panic among the people in the crew! everyone was rushing to grab their already prepared meals from the fridges, trying to get to the microwave first. they got to warm up their food and was all that mattered — however, you totally forgot about this silly tech chaos.

you stood in front of the already yellowed microwave in the shared dormitory kitchen, pressing every button you could possibly lay your finger on. it made a little beeping noise after your aggressive presses, but after displaying ‘error’ instead of the time, you gave up. it just wouldn’t start spinning and it wouldn’t light up either. what a stupid piece of technology!

loud sighs could be heard in the empty room ws your finger gently knocked against the already cracked and slightly dirty plastic shell of the microwave. you didn’t even dare to open the door of it and look in there with maybe a light or something — you were totally scared that you would find some kind of nasty black mold growing in there. which was probably the case. and it made you feel so uneasy! but oh well, soliders are so cheap — you thought and carried on.

you were fine with eating cold food, as long as it had some nutritional value, but when a bunch of people in camouflage outfits passed you with steaming warm meals on their trays, you just had to stop in your tracks.

“hey, where did you heat that-“

but everyone was too busy with eating their soggy yet warm food. they were all eating like they have been starving for at least three weeks! and the way they knocked you out of the way to get to the fridge made you freeze up for a second — gosh, these men (and women too, surprisingly) can drink a can of no name beer like it’s the finest liquid to ever flow on planet earth!

you quickly had to realize that you were on your own in this situation. or well, maybe not a hundred percent on your own because there was that small plate of clumped together mashed potatoes and a can of ice cold soup on your plastic tray. your fingers slightly trembled as you were about to pick it all up and sit down next to someone, pretending that they were piping hot like theirs — but you accidentally caught someone blabbering about how it was such a smart touch to put a microwave in the main building too.

that small little sentence you happened to hear was almost like a god-sent miracle, it made you immediately grab everything that was in front of you and you practically rushed to the lobby of the kortac base. it was pretty dark in there and you weren’t too familiar with where the light switches were there, but it didn’t bother you that much because all you could possibly care about in that moment was getting your food all nice and wamed up.

and guess what — the microwave was working. what a blessing!

you watched as the device light up with an orange-ish tint and you could see your canned soap going round and round on the little glass plate inside. the microwave lit up the entire room with a pretty yellow color, making you forget how quiet and dark it actually was in there.

the sweet little chime that played as it finished spun in your head on repeat like it was the best sound ever, signaling that you could finally eat after a long and tiring day. as soon as you took out the soup, you immediately paced the mashed potatoes in there as well, wanting to heat them up as quick as possible. it was satisfying to see the timer go down, and when you thought about getting something to drink, maybe a glass of water, you turned around-

only to see the barrel of a gun pointing at you.

you could barely make out the shape in front of your eyes in the dimly lit room, but once you realized what shape it was your heart immediately started beating in your throat. as a trained solider, you knew better than to make a sound in a situation like this, but come on. was someone pulling a horrible prank on you?

“who’s.. who’s this?” you asked with a weak voice, what a mistake. you knew you were never ever supposed to form a question when something dangerous was going on, but you had to know.

“i’ll tell you while i pour that boiling can of soup on you, how does that fucking sound?” the voice was familiar, but you couldn’t exactly put your finger on who it could belong to.

“e-excuse me?”

as the microwave finished heating your mashed potatoes up, it made three short beeps and the light stayed on, blinking every once in a while. the sounds it made broke the silence between you and this mysterious person that really wanted to commit some kind of crime on base, for whatever reason.

or maybe you were taking this too lightly? what if it was actually someone that broke into the base and is actually not kidding while saying all of these things? you knew quite a few people that could kill people without even thinking twice, the military was simply a place like that, but gosh, why would anyone say this to their own co-worker? it had to be someone who’s actually a threat. right?

as the yellow light blinked every few seconds, you just had to look up in case you knew who this person could be. and as soon as you saw how low the mysterious man had to hold compared to his own body and weight, you could immediately make a guess.

“könig?”

“huh?”

“what the fuck are you doing? put the gun down!”

it looked like something clicked in his brain too as he heard your voice again and he lowered the gun to his side, or at least that was what you were able to see. he then lightly leaned down but what you saw next absolutely creeped you out — he had some kind of cloth on his face! did this man totally go insane?

“i demand an.. explanation?”

“hm?”

“..like, i need you to tell me what this whole thing was about!”

“i mistook ya’ for an intruder.” he shrugged.

you stayed silent for a few seconds.

“you really thought that someone would break in all sneakily and.. warm up some food? are you being serious right now?”

“you can never know.”

“and what’s this rag on your head?

“rag?”

“yeah.”

“it’s um. equipment. sniper.”

“you’re not even a sniper.”

“shut up. i can be a sniper.”

“is that a t-shirt?”

“no.”

you could barely see what was on his head but judging from the way it just hung down, you were almost 99% sure in it being just an old t-shirt. the idea felt so silly, yet you had to admit that someone in a mask like that standing in this dark room would really make someone shit their pants.

“it is. you could have gotten a.. um, like, fake leaves. like others do. or that net on your head or something. you know, anything that looks a little more.. professional?”

“yeah, ya’ don’t like it?”

“i did not say that, just..”

“want a bullet in yer’ fucking stupid brain?”

“no.”

“i thought.”

“you thought?”

“i thought.”

“you thought so?”

“ja. thought so.”

“your english still sucks.”

“don’t need it.”

you took a deep sigh and you took a moment to think about how pathetic this scene could look to someone viewing this whole thing from the doorway or outside or anything like that. it was almost like you were watining for a cameraman to walk out from behind one of the chairs in the room and tell you how this will be a great scene for their next draining comedy series.

“you do need it.”

“nein.”

“what a great sense of humor you got there.”

“another joke.. and i, eh, really shoot you. understood?”

“oh gosh. okay.”

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really short !! so sorry, this was all i could do today. thank you for the kind words, the many likes and the 20 followers. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

good night!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Nobody's Girl - Chapter Eight.

Fuck it, it's Friday, I'm feeling generous, have another chapter! Enjoy, besties!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,145

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

Hundreds of times. Hundreds? She didn’t know why, when infidelity was infidelity, but having the assumption that he’d only partook of a few extra marital dalliances shattered by the fact that it had been over a hundred women throughout the eighteen-year span of his marriage, was suddenly so much worse to bear. Especially when he’d surmised it as “a few” when confessing that to her.  

Hundreds was far from few. 

Not really knowing what to do or where to go, she wandered through the rooms, hearing her name called eventually when she got to the sprawling lounge. 

“Dolly, hey. You alright?” Greta asked gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned, the woman feeling her heart sink. “No, you aren't. Come on, come here.” She let herself be pulled into the hug, crying further, feeling tumultuous inside. “Scared, huh, that he’ll do the same thing to you.” 

“No... maybe... oh, god, I don’t know,” she sniffed, pulling back, thanking Greta for the handkerchief she offered. “He says it’s different with me, that he hasn’t cheated and doesn’t plan on doing so either. Am I stupid to believe that? When he told me he’d been unfaithful in the past, he left out the part detailing exactly how much. He said a few, Greta. Hundreds is not a few!” 

Her friend sighed through a sad smile, her eyebrows drawing up, eyes full of sympathy for the poor girl. “I can’t answer that question for you, toots. All I can say though is, and I dunno if this is wishful thinking or not, but maybe he’s got it outta his system now? He’s forty-three, more grown than he was back in his twenties when he and Fil got married. Maybe he just didn’t wanna scare you by being so candid with the exact number?”  

She was attempting her best to stick a dressing over her pain, and while Emily thought such charity was very indicative of Greta’s kind nature, it wasn’t what she needed. “Do leopards ever really change their spots?” 

Shrugging, Greta called upon a few examples. “Well, the man used to chain smoke like a chimney, but quit two years back since he said, and I quote, ‘I don’t think my chest is meant to fuckin’ rattle when I breathe’, which he noticed went away the less he smoked. S’why he always has the...” 

“Toothpick,” Emily finished for her, “to distract himself from wanting to light up. Yeah, he told me about that. It isn’t the same, though. Smoking is a habit.” 

“So’s fucking other women, dolly. Habits can be broken, if you want it badly enough.”  

Sighing, she looked down at her feet for a second, lips pursing as she twisted them from side to side, still under the duress of discomfort though her tears had finally stopped. “It’s the fact he glossed over it that bothers me more than anything.” Leaning to Greta, she kissed her cheek. “Thanks for being a good friend. I’m going to take a little walk; I need to calm down.” 

Her walk took her across the property over to a long line of trees, a dirt road that looked to lead down to a group of outbuildings. She’d have taken the lake, but she didn’t want to run into Luca on his way around it with the kids. Besides, she wasn’t ready to face him yet.  

It was conflicting to her, having virtually no temper, always preferring the calm approach regarding conflict and now being left with nothing but fury in her belly and the desire to slap his face for downplaying his infidelities. Why had he lied? If he’d opened up enough to tell her in the first place, be candid, then why was he hiding the complete truth?  

Her mind could only go to one place; the place of him knowing deep down, he’d probably do it again. That was, if he hadn’t already.  

Fear shunted through her veins like a freight train, the distressing thought of losing him because he couldn’t be faithful to her. The pain of it crushed her fragile spirit, and that was only in imagining what it would be like to discover his deceit. It flew in stark contrast to the fact that Emily well knew his gaze towards her was fonder than anybody else, save his children. Love came in at the eyes and took a path directly to the heart, and every time he looked at her, she felt it beam his adoration right into her chest.  

Truly, she had no reason to doubt his sincerity, and she honestly had believed him when he’d sworn he hadn’t ever been untrue to her. Funnily enough, she was perhaps the only person in his life who knew when he was lying. He didn’t do it often, but every time he did, his thumb stroked over the crucifix tattoo upon the middle finger of his right hand, as if silently asking forgiveness from god for his sins. It was a barely noticeable tell, but she’d picked up on it when witnessing him bullshitting people.  

Reaching the outbuildings, she saw that it had once housed a stable block, the structure now crumbling from rotted wood, in no fit state to house a living creature. It was a shame, she thought, imagining what it must have looked like back when it was built, which she guessed was likely in the eighteen seventies, going on the overall design of the property.  

He said he lost count when he hit triple digits. 

Filomena’s words smacked her sharply again, raking a hand through her curls as she sighed, kicking a pebble across the dusty ground beneath her feet. Would he, though? Was the man who was all hers truly looking to seek out an alternative to it just being him and her? The man who confessed his sins to her in the dead of night as they lay talking, truly, would he forsake the bond they shared for the dalliance with a warm body that was not hers?  

She’d truly liked to have thought she was much less naive than she had been in the almost six months she had been in his life for, learning from him how not to let anyone take her for a ride, learn how to be shrewder, wiser, less easy to manipulate. Why teach her to be anything else, if he indented to hoodwink her? Surely, the man would want her to remain the unworldly little waif who always put her trust in the wrong people, should he have planned to be deceitful to her?  

It didn’t make sense.  

A frown knitted her dainty features, turning to slope off back the way she’d come, her ears picking up on the sound of a cawing coming from one of the huge trees to the side of the path. Looking up, there upon the branches slowly becoming thicker with the lush green of spring, sat a pure white crow. She’d never seen one before, stopping to look up at the bird, its blue eyes staring back at her before it began to caw again, ruffling its feathers.  

A second bird then swooped down, its coal black wings wide, folding neatly as it landed beside its white counterpart, the creatures making soft noises of greeting to one another. She witnessed it, the little display of affection, the black one beginning to preen the white, gentle beak clicks sounding its contentment.  

They reminded her of she and Luca; the light and the dark, bonded effortlessly despite being so different.  

Walking back towards the house, she still had no idea what on earth to say to him when they came face to face, picking out the figure of Filomena still sitting outside, hearing the sound of the children screaming with mirth as they ran up from the lake. She thought he’d maybe gone inside already, but as she took the stone steps that led back up the rolling garden, she heard him shout behind her, telling Guiseppe not to throw rocks at his sister.  

She hurried her pace, wanting to move back into the house and avoid him, but that wasn’t easy when her man had legs longer than the average Derby winner. “Hey, where are you rushing to, amore?” 

The face he was met with took him aback, her expression hardened a little as her eyes darted and she dropped her chin. “Inside.” 

Of course, he persisted. “What’s wrong, huh? You’re not your usual self.”  

His hands prevented her movement, Emily pulling herself from his grasp, her hand moving to strike him sharply across the cheek. It was the first time she’d slapped anyone, and she hated it, especially watching the confusion and anger flit across his face, his mood darkening rapidly. “I never am when I’m lied to. A few, you told me of your affairs. Not over a hundred women, as I learned.” 

He bit his back teeth together, his head snapping to look up at the house, where Filomena sat, a very captive audience to it. “I told you not to listen to her poison, Emily. I explicitly told you that.”  

The fact he couldn’t meet her eye confirmed it. “It isn’t poison when it’s true though, is it? No matter how malicious her intent was. It’s still true, and you still tried to hide that from me.”  

Walking away, she was just stepping back into the house again when she heard Luca explode like a bomb, hurling insults towards his ex-wife in savagely delivered Italian, his fury let loose. “Excuse me, please can you show me up to the bedroom?” she asked Catherine, the housekeeper who had come with them, the woman nodding as she changed direction immediately.  

She looked relieved to be escaping the immediate proximity of the Italian hellfire being flung back and forth outside, Emily closing her ears to it as she trotted up the many steps comprising the marble staircase behind the woman who looked like she had seen the two people they’d left in their wake becoming furious with one another one too many times before.  

“End of the hallway, miss. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go and help chef prepare dinner.” Pulling her shoes from her slightly sore feet, she carried them while padding along the carpeted hallway, again studying her surroundings as she went, trying to take her mind off her current predicament.  

Entering the bedroom, her mouth fell open, the space absolutely beautiful. It was all art deco, the decadence actually very simply done, black walls with white mouldings and ceiling, the hardwood floor furnished with fluffy white rugs, and as Luca had already revealed, a very big four poster bed in the centre. Sitting on the edge, she fell back into the comfort of the fresh, white linen, her eyes picking out the details of the ornate moulding around the chandelier that hung above, glad she was surrounded by silence.  

Needing something to do in order to keep her mind occupied, she moved to where their belongings had been placed, Luca bringing very little with him since he of course already had everything he needed right there. She began to hang up her own items in the large, sparse wardrobe, knowing that she’d packed too much, remembering back to that morning when he’d told her that, too.  

Just as she was placing her jewellery away, her peace was disturbed by a tightly wound looking Luca, coming in and clicking the door shut behind him.  

“Emily, I’m sorry for what she said to you.” 

An interesting choice of words. “You’re sorry for what she said, but not the fact you tried to hide the extent of your philandering from me?” She spoke tersely, fingers untangling her multi-stranded pearl necklace. She knew she should have brought it up in a box as opposed to the silk bag she’d stashed everything in to save space. 

He moved to her, standing there in imposition, giving her no choice but to eventually look up at him once she’d finished her task. “Please, honey. Don’t let her get between us. This? It's exactly what that fuckin’ rattlesnake of a woman is lookin’ for.” 

She couldn’t believe her ears. “It might be what she’s looking for, I don’t deny that from what you’ve told me about her. She isn’t coming between us, though. I asked you straight up, how many times you’d been unfaithful to her and what was your reply? A few. A fucking few! Losing count when you got to a hundred isn’t a few, Luca. Jesus god!” 

Moving to the window, she needed space between them, irritated when he followed her. “Emily, just listen...” 

“To what?” she snapped, “more lies?” 

“I didn’t tell you ‘cuz I wanted to spare you it, the fuckin’ ugly truth of the man I was with her.” He reached for her cheek, stroking it, his chest a field of sharpened glass when she knocked his hand away. “I ain’t that man anymore, baby. Not now I have you.” 

Her nostrils flared, eyes fixing him sternly. “You still lied to me. I needed to know the whole truth, Luca.” 

“Oh, you fuckin’ did, huh?” he replied, his agitation winding once more, like somebody weaving thread into a loom. Why wasn’t the fact he wanted to be better for her enough?  

“Yes, I fucking did!” she yelled, tipping him to explosion. 

“What is it that you want me to tell you, Emily? You wanna hear it all, huh? How I was fuckin’ everything with a pulse from day one? You wanna hear how I took a waitress into the bathroom at my own wedding and fucked her over the sinks? Or how about when nobody could get a hold of me when Fil was in labour with Milania, because instead of bein’ a good husband and waiting outside for my first child to arrive, I was at a private sex club in Manhattan in the middle of an orgy? How about that, huh?” 

It hit her in cold waves, to hear of such behaviour, delivered so loudly too. He never shouted or went on angry tirades, and she hated bearing the brunt of it. It wasn’t her he was angry at, though, and she saw it so clearly. He couldn’t meet her eye, pacing slowly as he dropped his head and ran his hand over the back of his neck.  

She moved to him, reaching for his arm, stroking the lean muscle beneath the white shirt. “It isn’t Filomena you’re mad at, is it?” 

His eyes locked onto a point in the distance, jaw tightened, offering only silence.  

“Luca, you can’t make amends for how you acted in your marriage by being flawless in your relationship with me. And I love that you are, I believe you when you say you haven’t and won’t stray from me. I’m not the one who needs your apology, though. She does. She’s still hurting because you hurt her.”  

There it was, the truth his ego had successfully stuffed down for the last year, tried to mask behind the lie he told himself that his wife didn’t care about his infidelity when in fact, she did. She simply didn’t want to break her heart or her marriage by confronting him over it, until she was literally confronted by his adultery right there in their bed.  

He’d never be a good man, not truly. He was the head of an organised crime family, after all. He could, however, be better to the people who cared about him, though. Even if it was now in past tense. His pride still swelled, much too strongly to come out and tell Emily she was right in that moment, his eyes finally finding hers as he turned, taking her hands in his and squeezing them.  

“Gimme a minute.” Striding out of the room, he moved through the house, Emily looking down at the lawn below where Filomena stood, Luca joining her after a few moments.  

She turned around, her eyes glassy, looking up at the man who had torn her heart out, Luca opening his arms and wrapping her in a hug. He stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head multiple times as she wept against his chest, finally - and earnestly - delivering the words she’d so sorely needed to hear. 

“I’m sorry. For everythin’ I put you through. Wasn’t your fault, it was all me.” 

She cried harder upon hearing the apology, looking up at him, her eyes pleading as she stroked his face. “Then if you’re sorry, come back to me. Please. We’re you’re family, Luca. Send the girl packin’, let’s start again.”  

Her statement took him by huge surprise, seeing the sudden vulnerability in the woman so formidable, so embittered by her need to hurt him as much as he had her. It truly rocked him for a few seconds, letting out a long sigh. He covered her hands for his own for a moment, removing them from his cheeks. “No, Fil,” he spoke, shaking his head, “my future is with her now. I’ve been angry at myself all this time, not you, and you needed to know that. That’s all. I ain’t ever gonna be no one else’s but hers.”  

“She won’t love you like I do,” she tried, Luca shaking his head again.  

“She won’t, no. She loves me differently, holds me fuckin’ accountable, makes me wanna be better. I shouldda been better to you, though. Just know that I know, but we ain’t tryin’ again. It’s not what I want.” He walked away then, knowing she likely wouldn’t take his rejection lying down. It wasn’t the woman she was. The man he’d become, though, was somebody he intended on remaining, going back into the house, finding Emily still within the bedroom, and taking her in his arms to plant a passionate kiss upon her mouth.  

“What was that for?” she asked, a little breathless from it, her cheeks flushing.  

He rested his forehead to hers, hands stroking her neck. “For being you, cara mia. I ain’t ever gonna be a good man, but I will be to you. Because of you.” His mouth met hers again, fingers beginning to tease the buttons of her dress undone, their need and longing for one another flickering into greater heat, his big hands grasping her narrow waist and carrying her to the bed.  

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” he began, lips planted kisses on her neck, “and I’m sorry I yelled at you.” His lips rained hot over her breasts, pulling her brassiere from her after flicking the clasps undone, “and I need you to know how much I fuckin’ love you.”  

“Don’t tell me,” she gasped, hands all over him, desire charging over her skin. “Show me.” 

Oh, how he showed her. 

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

To Ash and Dust

A Rovickie fanfiction

18+ MINORS DNI for some smut

I'm waking up to ash and dust. I wipe my brow, and I sweat my rust. I'm breathing in the chemicals. . .

- Radioactive, Imagine Dragons

Vickie had gotten a little over excited when she heard that Robin was here at the hospital, and it wasn't because she was hurt. Hawkins had been turned upside down, torn open by an earthquake that hadn't actually been an earthquake. It was still hard to wrap her head around that it had been a monster who had come from another dimension to make everyone his puppet. A monster that had lived here before. . .Vickie hadn't seen much of Robin after she explained things and the creatures that had spilled out with Vecna. They had both been quite busy; with Robin trying to save the world, and Vickie volunteering at the hospital with her father. It was crazy because Robin had been at the hospital nearly as much as Vickie, but their paths had barely crossed. . . Until now. Vickie skidded into the waiting room to find Robin locked in an intimate embrace with Steve. Vickie blinked rapidly, her heart racing as Robin pulled back and kissed Steve’s cheek. Vickie felt like her heart had dropped out of her chest, and she couldn't stop the gasp from coming out. Steve and Robin pulled away, Steve smirking at the sight of her.

"Oh, hey Vickie," Steve said.

"Vickie!" Robin exclaimed. "I was just saying to Steve how unfair it is that even though we're both here we barely get to see each other."

"Oh! Really?" She squeaked, her voice higher than normal.

"Yeah, are you okay?" Robin asked.

"Are you dating Steve?" Vickie blurted out, and Steve's smirk widened.

"What?! No! Absolutely not. We're strictly platonic. . .with a capital p!" Robin exclaimed.

"Thank God!" Vickie exclaimed, and Robin looked her questioningly, causing Vickie to blurt out, "I don't like Steve!"

"Pardon?" Robin asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I mean, I do like Steve. I mean, I don't know him because I haven't really spoken to him at all but he seems like a nice guy and obviously he's handsome but I don't want to like him like that, you know?"

"You like Steve, but you're not in like with him," Robin smirked.

"Exactly," Vickie sighed with relief and paused before deciding to just rip off the band aid. "I'm really glad you're not dating him because I like you."

"Really?!" Robin squeaked.

"Yeah," Vickie laughed. "I wasn't sure if you liked me back or not. I mean I still wasn't sure how I felt about you either or what I liked but I know that I liked, well, boobies and I knew that you worked at Family Video so what better way to drop a hint to you that I like boobs then with my favorite movie. I hope on some level that you got the message but maybe I was too subtle."

"Oh, I got the message. Robin didn't, though. . .I told you. . .boobies," Steve said.

"It was too good to be true," Robin said to Vickie. "But yeah. . .I like you too. . .and Steve, what did I say about you saying boobies?"

Vickie squealed and threw her arms around Robin's middle, burrowing her head into her chest. Robin laughed, hugging her back.

"Boobies," Vickie giggled and Steve laughed.

"So, she's allowed to say it?" Steve asked.

"She's cuter than you are, Steven," Robin replied as Vickie pulled back slightly, her arm still wrapped around Robin's waist.

"So, you think I'm handsome, huh?" Steve asked Vickie.

"I have eyes, don't I?" Vickie asked.

"I'm so confused, I thought you liked boobies," Steve said.

"Like my favorite Starman, David Bowie, I'm bisexual," Vickie said with a giggle. "I like men and women."

"You can do that?" Robin and Steve asked with identical looks of confusion.

"I can't believe I ever thought you two were together," she laughed. "There's so much that you guys don't know. Hell, I still don't know. I mean, I knew that Bowie was bisexual longer than I knew about myself. I always struggled between liking women and liking men. Even knowing about Bowie, I still thought for myself that I had to choose between the two. I thought I could be straight or that I was a lesbian. That's why I went back with Dan briefly because I just needed to know which is what I needed to finally close the book on that relationship. I still can't believe he was bitching about his ruined spring break when people died. It was kind of seeing you run away in the War Zone. . .which by the way, what person takes their girlfriend on a date to the War Zone?! Anyway, it took seeing you to finally accept myself, and I didn't want to run away anymore."

"Wow," Steve said and then frowned. "You know, I think I knew about Bowie too, I just forgot. There were moments where I thought I was gay, too, you know but then I thought that everyone questions their sexuality a little bit or every straight person must like the same sex at least a little bit."

"No, they do not," Vickie said.

"You've been questioning your sexuality?" Robin asked Steve.

"Yeah," Steve said. "I guess I'm not as straight as I thought I was. Cool."

"You just realized that you're not straight and that's all you can say?" Robin asked.

"We're in the middle of the end of the world, Robin," he said. "Priorities."

"So, what? You'll freak out later?" she asked.

"Yeah," Steve said. "You're the first person that I'll call when it happens."

"I better be," she said with a soft grin and then said with deep affection. "Dingus."

"I love your friendship," Vickie sighed and Robin kissed her forehead.

"You might want to give us a minute, Steven," Robin sighed. "I think I'm going to eat her face a little bit."

Vickie giggled.

"There's someone I need to talk to, anyway," Steve said and walked out of the waiting room.

Robin turned to Vickie and cupped her face. She rubbed her thumb across Vickie's cheekbone, staring into her eyes. Robin's eyes were a prettier shade of blue than hers, Vickie noticed.

"I can't believe this is happening," Robin whispered.

"Believe it, babe," Vickie whispered.

Vickie closed the distance between them, pressing her lips gently against Robin's. They both sighed as their lips met, moving softly against each other. Vickie never wanted to stop kissing her, they fit perfectly together like they were always supposed to meet. This felt so right. Vickie and Robin moaned into their mouths, gasping as they continued kissing. . .slowly moving the pace along. Vickie grew eager though and she deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Robin's neck. She let Robin's arms fall to her waist, supporting Vickie as she stood on her tiptoes slightly. Vickie touched her tongue to the bottom of Robin's lip and she opened her mouth to let Vickie in. She had just slid her tongue in when she felt her shirt raise up and she felt Robin's skin touching hers slightly. It sent a jolt down her back and Vickie remembered where they were. She pulled back.

"Thank you," Robin gasped and Vickie laughed.

"You're welcome. . .so polite of you," Vickie teased.

"Shut up," Robin blushed.

"Make me," Vickie said and she did.

Their little moment didn't last long, and once they got separated again, it was a while before they saw each other. It left Vickie yearning for her and for her lips. It also left her in a constant state of worry about what might happen to Robin. She didn't want to leave her father, but every instinct she had was telling her to make sure that Robin was safe.

"I'm not going to stop you if you want to go look for Robin," her father's voice broke through her thoughts. "As much as I hate the idea of you being out there, I don't want you to resent me for trying to prevent you from doing the right thing. Besides, you're not really here."

"Dad," Vickie protested. "I'm here. I'm helping."

"You're helping, but you're a million miles away," Matthew Fisher sighed. "Go save your girl."

"You know?" Vickie asked.

"I wanted you to come to me when you were ready, but we're kind of at the end of the world here," Matthew said. "And I need you to know how proud of you I am."

"I'm proud of you too, dad," Vickie said softly.

They hugged tightly, and Vickie ran off before she could change her mind. She had stopped by Max Mayfield's room first and checked on the comatose girl that Robin had frequently visited. The only other person that was there was Lucas Sinclair. He didn't know where Robin was, so Vickie headed for the parking lot. Matthew had his own gun on him, and she knew there was a gun in the trunk of their car. There was also a pistol in the glove compartment. After double checking and verifying that they were all still there, Vickie pulled out of the parking lot. She didn't have a destination in mind, but she drove around the known parts of town: the destroyed town hall, Melvald's, the high school, and she even drove towards Family Video. The sky was red now with thunder flashing harshly above her. Hell was here on Earth. Vickie swallowed.

It was when she was getting close to the old radio station that she found Steve’s now busted car on the side of the road. He was out and trying to fix it, looking over his shoulder every so often. There were giant claw marks on the side of his vehicle. It must have been a demogorgon. She had yet to run into one. Thankfully. She grabbed the pistol and stepped out of the vehicle. That's when a bat like creature dove for Steve. Vickie quickly raised her gun, firing rapidly. She managed to get quite a few hits in, causing it to fly off screeching. Steve screamed and dropped to the ground. He peaked over the hood with wide eyes.

"Hey, handsome, need a ride?" Vickie asked.

Steve steadied himself and stood up, grabbing a bat with nails that had been leaning against the car. He grabbed his backpack and moved closer to her.

"Yeah, gorgeous, anytime," Steve said. "And thanks."

Vickie slid into the car with Steve, putting the gun back. She drove off to the radio station like he asked her to.

"You think I'm gorgeous?" Vickie asked, trying to ease the tension.

"I have eyes, don't I?" Steve replied, and she laughed. "So, what are you doing out and about?"

"I was worried about Robin," she admitted.

"You really like her, huh?" Steve asked.

"So much. . .it's ridiculous how much I like her," Vickie said.

"Well, your taste in women. . .very questionable," Steve said, teasing.

"Are you judging me for liking your best friend?" Vickie asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said with a grin.

"You're such an asshole," she laughed. "Now, you have to tell me who you're crushing on so I can judge you."

It had fallen silent for a moment, and Vickie wondered if she had crossed a line.

"Like, it's not weird to like both at the same time just because we like both, right?" Steve asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Like, for example, say you liked Robin, but you also liked me, and you wanted to be with both of us. . ." Steve trailed off.

"I'm sorry, Steve, I really meant it when I said I don't like you like that," she said softly.

"No! No! This is just an example," Steve said.

"Oh! So. . .you're saying you have a crush on both a woman and a man. Do you want to be with both of them?" She asked.

"So much now," Steve said.

"Well, then it isn't weird," she said. "Who is it?"

"Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers," he said, blushing.

"Uh, your ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend?" Vickie asked. "Okay, I'm judging you a little bit."

"Asshole," he laughed.

"It's not weird at all, Steve. Whatever your feelings are. . .they're important to you, and it's okay to feel that way. If anyone makes you feel like it's not, then they're the assholes. You got to live your own life. No one else can do it for you," Vickie said.

"That's true," Steve said.

They fell into a comfortable silence, and then they pulled into the parking lot of WSQK. Of course, Vickie's luck with gravity had to run out at the point. She fell and scraped her hands as she got out of the car. Vickie cursed as Steve rushed to the other side to help her up. He quickly started to wrap her hands up with a couple of black bandanas he pulled out of his brown leather jacket pocket.

"Has anyone ever told you look like Tom Cruise in that jacket?" Vickie blurted out as he bound her hands.

"Like from Top Gun?" Steve asked.

"Have you seen it yet?" Vickie asked.

"No, been a bit busy," Steve said. "Goddamn apocalypse."

"Guess you're a fan of Tom Cruise?" Vickie asked.

"Oh, yeah, loved him in Risky Business," Steve said.

"Me too!" Vickie exclaimed.

"God, can we be best friends now?" Steve asked, and he paused. "If my dad could see me now. . .well, he wouldn't be very proud of me. He always said that men and women can't be friends. I'm glad I have another friend to prove him wrong."

"Me too!" Vickie beamed. "Ooh, maybe after this, we can have a Tom Cruise marathon!"

"Oh, yeah, definitely," Steve grinned. "Call it a girls' night. We can order pizza and do each other's hair."

"You'll let me do your hair?" Vickie asked with a gasp. "That feels very. . .sacred."

Just as Steve laughed, a very loud growl startled the both of them. A demogorgon had emerged from the woods, sniffing the air.

"Shit. It smelled your blood," Steve whispered. "Get inside. Hurry."

Vickie and Steve moved slowly to the door, but the demogorgon heard them. It jumped in front of the door, blocking their way inside. Steve pulled out his bat and hit it before rolling away to make it chase after him. The demogorgon roared and swiped at him. Steve swiftly dodged it. Vickie grabbed her pistol from the car, reloaded, and began firing at the monster. It roared again and turned on her, but Steve distracted it by hitting it with the bat. Vickie gasped, trying to remember what they told her about the monster. Shit. Right, they hate fire. Vickie dove into the car again just as the demogorgon had pinned Steve to the ground. She grabbed the hairspray her dad kept in the car and a lighter before climbing on top of the car.

"Hey asshole!" Vickie screamed and fired her pistol at it.

The demogorgon ran to her, skidding in front of the car. It stood to full height, opening its face like a flower. Vickie screamed. With her makeshift flamethrower, she sprayed fire right into the monster's mouth. It whimpered and stumbled back, screeching. Suddenly, it tilted its head as though it was picking up a signal and ran off, still screeching in pain. Steve stared at her in shock and walked over to the car.

"Holy shit, that's twice now that you saved my life," Steve said and helped her down, right into his arms. "Thanks, gorgeous."

"Anytime, handsome," Vickie grinned as they hugged.

They hadn't even noticed that Joyce and Hopper had pulled up with El, Nancy, and Jonathan.

"Jesus, kid, you okay?" Hopper asked.

"Yeah, fine," Steve said as he pulled away from the hug.

"Who's she?" Nancy and Jonathan asked.

To Vickie's amusement, they had said it with such animosity that Hopper and Joyce looked at them in surprise. El and Steve just looked confused.

"I'm Vickie Fisher," she said. "My dad's a doctor at the hospital. I was volunteering there, but I decided to help Steve and Robin."

Suddenly, a bright yellow pizza van was pulling up, the doors opening with a bang. Robin spilled out with Will, Mike, Erica, and Argyle.

"Oh my God, we saw a flaming, smoking pissed off demogorgon run by us and we thought for sure something bad happened!" Robin exclaimed. "Oh my God! Vickie! You're hurt!"

She rushed towards Vickie and took her hands.

"Yeah, she saved my life twice," Steve said.

Robin gasped and, without thinking, bent down to kiss her deeply. She pulled back quickly before Vickie could return the kiss.

"Oh! I just kissed you in front of everyone," Robin said. "I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorry!"

"Babe, it's alright. Besides, if they can handle all of this but can't handle two girls kissing, then we need to get them to the hospital to get their heads checked," Vickie said.

"That's a fair point," Robin laughed.

"Alright, let's get inside," Hopper said softly.

Everyone spilled into the station, Vickie talking rapidly about the bat and the demogorgon, Robin's wrapped tightly around her waist.

"Oh, me and Steve are best friends now," Vickie beamed. "And after this, we're going to have a girls' night and watch a Tom Cruise movie marathon."

"Oh god," Jonathan groaned. "Nancy won't stop pouting about missing the Top Gun movie."

"Not pouting. . .I'm just disappointed," Nancy shrugged.

Jonathan and Nancy walked ahead of them, discussing something rather privately as they whispered to themselves. Every so often, they'd look back at Steve. Vickie cleared her throat, smiling.

"Well, no one will have to be worried about me hanging out with Steve," Vickie said loudly. "Strictly platonic."

"With a capital p?" Robin asked excitedly.

"Oh, yeah," Vickie laughed.

"Well, I wasn't worried," Robin said.

Meanwhile, Joyce had walked over to Jonathan and Nancy to scold them slightly for being rude. Vickie looked back at Steve in amusement.

"What?" He asked.

"You're telling me you didn't notice the way Jonathan and Nancy spoke to me outside?" Vickie asked.

"Well, I thought it was a little harsh the way they spoke to you," Steve said with a frown. "Was there something wrong?"

"Oh, Steve," Vickie said affectionately.

"Okay, I'm missing something," Robin said.

"It's up to Steve to tell you what he told me in the car," she said.

"Uh? Oh. . .oh! Do you think?" Steve asked excitedly.

"Definitely," Vickie replied.

"Okay, seriously, if you two being friends means that I'm going to be left out of things. . .," Robin started to say.

"Okay! Okay! It's not just Nancy I see in the RV," Steve said softly. "It's Jonathan, too."

"Oh, damn, I did not see that coming," Robin said. "Which I really should have. . .oh my god! They were jealous!"

"Yeah," Vickie said.

Vickie wasn't sure what talk they were having, but she could guess when Joyce hugged Jonathan and Nancy before walking away. Steve caught their eye, beaming. He wiggled his fingers and winked at them. Nancy and Jonathan both blushed. Steve quickly fixed his hair and then checked his breath.

"Okay, I'm going in," Steve said with a goofy smile.

He was so focused on Nancy and Jonathan that he almost didn't avoid getting hit by a door. He apologized to the inanimate object before moving along.

"Oh my God. He's such a dork. Was he actually ever popular, or was it just a shared delusion on our part?" Vickie asked.

"Damn. You might be onto something, babe," Robin snorted with laughter. "Should we make score cards?"

"Robin! No!" She giggled. "Hush!"

They watched as Steve charmed them both, pulling imaginary lint off their clothes as he did so. He tucked a strand of hair behind Nancy's ear and pulled an eyelash off Jonathan's cheek, letting him make a wish off his finger. He brushed hair from Jonathan's forehead, saying something that caused him to blush deeply and Nancy to giggle.

"Okay, I really wish I knew what they were saying," Robin said.

Suddenly, Hopper ushered everyone into the room for a discussion. Vickie noted how Steve’s hands hovered over their lower backs, gently encouraging them forward. Neither Jonathan nor Nancy protested at his delicate touch. Once they settled down in the other room, Steve wedged between his potential partners and Vickie practically sitting on Robin's lap. Hopper stood in front of them, going over the plan. Vickie was amazed that she could concentrate on what he was saying with Robin sitting next to her and holding her, but she managed it. She's not sure how Nancy and Jonathan were doing. Every so often, they'd look at Steve as if they were seeing him for the first time. Sometimes, Jonathan would space out and stare blankly ahead, his cheeks red. Vickie was pretty sure that Steve’s hand was still on his lower back and caressing it. Vickie was amazed that they could find happiness at the end of the world.

"Vickie," Hopper's voice spoke.

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you want to get involved in all of this?" Hopper asked.

"This whole town is kind of involved now, aren't they?" Vickie asked.

"Yeah, but you can still get out with your dad," he said.

"My dad isn't going to leave his patients, and I can't leave without trying to help the town I grew up in. Besides, Vecna, or Henry Creel, whatever his name is, he killed my cousin," Vickie said. "Chrissy."

"What? I didn't know that Chrissy was your cousin," Robin said.

"Yeah, I didn't know until today. I knew my dad had a twin sister, but they had a falling out, and she broke my father's heart. He didn't like to talk about it much. He tried to get involved later when he discovered that his sister was starving her own daughter, and Laura threatened to call the cops to have them take me away. There wasn't much that he could do because he didn't have any proof. So, yeah."

"I'm so sorry," Joyce said softly.

"Well, I couldn't do anything for my cousin then, but I could do something for her now," Vickie said. "And I can do it for my dad, too."

"Okay, then," Hopper said. "Let's get to work."

"You're so amazing," Robin said fondly.

"I know," Vickie said, and Robin laughed. "So are you."

She didn't understand how she got separated from Robin again. One minute, they're escaping, yet again, from the soldiers that were after El and the next thing they knew, they were getting shoved into separate vehicles. Now, Vickie was in the back of Argyle's pizza van, struggling to hold onto something.

"Hold onto your butts, brocachos!" Argyle screamed.

"I like him," Vickie said as she stumbled into Jonathan's arms again. "He's a good egg."

"A little cracked though," Jonathan muttered with a smile.

"Aren't we all?" Vickie asked, and Jonathan laughed.

Argyle made a sudden hard turn, and Jonathan held onto Vickie tighter, grabbing onto the closet thing. . . it happened to be her breast.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!" Jonathan yelled as he let go, and Will laughed.

"I think Robin might be pissed that you got to second base before she did," Will said. "And Argyle said to hold onto to our butts. You never listen, Jonathan."

Vickie laughed as Jonathan flipped Will off, and she leaned closer to whisper to Jonathan so Will couldn't hear.

"Well, I promise I won't tell Nancy and Steve," Vickie said.

"Were we that obvious?" Jonathan asked.

"Oh yeah," she said.

"Uh, Will already knows," he said.

"Oh, about Nancy and Steve?" Will asked. "Yeah, super obvious now once he told me."

"Is it official?" Vickie asked.

"Definitely," Jonathan said.

BOOM!

They all screamed as Argyle avoided being hit by a fucking bomb. They managed to successfully avoid it, but they were hit by the concussive force of the bomb, or something like it, that had been dropped on a demogorgon up ahead of them. Argyle couldn't stop the force from topping them over like a domino. Vickie had thrown herself on top of Will and Jonathan, just as Jonathan had been about to do the same. She clutched them both tightly, her ears ringing and her head pounding. The van had settled, and she waited for a moment before pulling herself off of the boys. Her head felt wet. Was it raining inside the van? Jonathan and Will were trying to talk to her, but they weren't making a sound. Oh, no, it's because she couldn't hear. Jonathan and Will dragged her out of the van, then helped Argyle. He was clutching his arm. The ringing in her ears cleared up a little, and she could hear them a little now.

"A little purple palm tree delight will fix this right up."

"Argyle, your arm is broken. You're going to the hospital."

It was a bad idea to shake her head, but she did it anyway, and she wanted to throw up. A few minutes later, a military vehicle showed up, followed by the blue van Joyce was driving. A soldier got out of the vehicle, Joyce hopping out of the van with Hopper following. Joyce and Hopper screamed at the soldier as they moved towards them. Was it him who gave the orders? Joyce immediately went to Jonathan and Will, while Hopper tried to speak to Vickie. She blinked when she saw a soldier holding a rocket launcher. Oh. She stared at the red sky above her, the lightning that continuesly flashed in the sky like it was never going to rain. It never did. Dust flared up from where the demogorgon had been blasted to smithereens. It swirled around around with the particles from the Upside Down. Is the kind of world they lived in now? Vickie realized she might be in shock. She heard the sound of the ambulance, as though it was from a distance as Hopper tried to talk to her. She watched as her father hopped out of the bus and then suddenly began shining a light in her eyes.

"Vickie?! Vickie, can you hear me?!"

She snapped back into focus as the ringing began to lessen. She finally realized her father was standing in front of her.

"Daddy?!" She cried.

Matthew pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

"Oh, I don't see any signs of a concussion, but you're still going to the hospital," Matthew said.

He moved to help Argyle onto the bus before moving to help his daughter do the same. With his arm wrapped around Vickie, he flipped off the soldiers as he got into the vehicle. Vickie couldn't help but giggle. Her father was a quiet, sweet man who never raised his voice to anyone, let alone flip someone off. She had hardly ever seen him so angry. It was startling. The last time he had been so angry was when her mother died. Matilda. If she had been here now, would she have been just as angry? Vickie had gotten her ability to ramble from her mother, and she knew she wouldn't have been afraid to go off on the soldiers. In a way, she was glad that her mother wasn't here to see her beloved town like this. Matilda always said there was beauty to be found under all the judgment and hatred. You just had to look for it. Vickie thought about her mother and how angry she would have been at how they treated Eddie. . .how they didn't look for any other suspects. . .she would have reigned Hellfire down on them. Her rage burning as bright as the hair on her head, the hair she passed onto Vickie. It all fell out in the end, Matilda clinging to whatever hair she had. . .fighting for every bit of life. The cancer had won, though.

"What are you thinking about, honey?" Matthew's voice cut in.

"Mom," she said, and she suddenly felt her mother's rage fuel her, refusing to let this fucker win.

When they finally finished checking her out at the hospital, Robin had come into her room in tears. There were still people in there, and all Vickie wanted to do was kiss her. Vickie grabbed Robin's hand and dragged her to an empty on call room. She locked the door and pressed Robin up against it. She kissed her desperately. Robin pulled back, cupping her face.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked.

"I'm okay. I need you," she whispered. "I just need to feel you."

Robin smiled and kissed her. Vickie smiled against her lips, her fingers quickly working to unbutton her shirt. She slid it off Robin's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. They quickly shed both of their clothing, pausing to marvel at each other with their eyes shining with want. Vickie pushed her gently onto a bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her. All she could feel was Robin, pressed up against her and moving eagerly. Vickie's hands slid down her body, gripping her hips as Robin threw a leg over her own. For a moment, all they did was kiss each other and explore their naked bodies, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. Vickie needed to taste her, and eventually, she found herself in between Robin's legs and caused Robin to arch her back as she called out Vickie's name as Vickie spoke between her legs. Then she was sliding in between Robin's legs with her own, and everything was exploding with pure ecstasy.

"Fuck me," Robin gasped as they collapsed on to the bed, sweating.

"I just did," Vickie teased. "You're ready to again? So soon?"

"Gah, no! You wore me out," Robin said.

She flopped around like a fish until she settled onto her stomach, pressing her cheek into the pillow. Robin let out a sigh of contentment. Vickie turned on her side, gazing at Robin in wonder. She was beautiful, inside and out. She loved the way she laughed and the way she played her trumpet. She loved the way she rambled, so much like Vickie but at the same time so completely different. She loved the way she was unashamedly herself and the way she dressed herself. Vickie loved her heart, how open it was, and at the same time so closed off. She loved her friendship with Steve and the way she looked after the kids. She loved the way she got distracted in everything she did, but when it was well and truly important, she was determined to try and focus. Overall, she just loved the way her mind worked and that the fact that she was so good with languages. . .all very attractive. She just loved her energy and the fact that she was such a romantic. . .the fact that she loved old romance movies was adorable to Vickie, even if it wasn't her cup of tea. Robin gazed at her, her eyelids clearly heavy, but she was trying so hard to stay awake so she could keep looking at Vickie. God, she loved her. Oh. . .she loved her! Should she say it? Was it too soon? Was it a cliche to say it after sex?

"I love you," Robin said, and Vickie giggled in delight.

"I love you, too," Vickie said.

She kissed Robin and laid down next to her, throwing an arm across her back. They closed their eyes and went to sleep.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Robin and Vickie woke up with a gasp. Someone was knocking and trying to get in. They hurried to get dressed and tried not to giggle as they did it. Robin and Vickie unlocked the door, running out as quickly as they could without being scolded by the doctor in the hallway. They found the others in the waiting room. Dustin, Mike, Will, and El had taken the opportunity to go visit Max. Nancy and Jonathan were giggling in the corner with Steve, their hands on the back of Steve's neck.

"Where were you guys and why did you switch clothes?" Hopper asked.

"Hopper," Joyce said, trying not to smile.

"Uh, Vickie needed to take a nap, and I thought someone should watch over her. That someone is me," Robin replied.

"And you had to swap clothes?" Hopper asked.

"Hopper, come on," Joyce giggled. "You're not this dense."

"We had sex," Vickie blurted out.

"Oh," Hopper said, his face turning red and his eyes squinting in embarrassment.

"How'd you get to be a cop, Hop?" Steve asked teasingly.

"Shut the hell up," Hopper growled, causing Nancy and Jonathan to laugh. "We don't have to keep talking about this."

"Oh, I don't know," Robin grinned. "It's pretty fucking hilarious."

They giggled and found their way over to the other couple in the room. Or was it throuple?

"You two look cute wearing each other's clothes," Steve said with a teasing grin.

"I would say that you three should get a room, but the on-call room is now taken," Robin said.

"You think they knew what we were doing in there?" Vickie asked.

"I doubt it," Robin said. "I drew boobies on my shoes for a long time and no one noticed. Besides, Hopper just proved that people with good investigative skills can be pretty clueless."

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Hopper asked.

"Oh, never."

The final battle against Henry Creel was set in motion by the resurrection of Eddie Munson or so, Robin and Vickie had heard. They had spent quite a while looking over Max after that, but once again, they had gotten separated when Hopper needed all hands-on deck for the final battle. Once again, they had been shoved into different cars, but this time, it had been days since she last seen Robin, stuck at WSQK with Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve. The town had lost power with the lightning growing stronger, with Henry growing more powerful. The light from the red sky filtered in the room slightly, and they did have lamps that were used for camping to give them some light. Not only was she cut off from Robin but from her dad as well. Even though she was tired, bruised, and bloody, Vickie couldn't sit still.

"They're going to be okay," Nancy reassured Vickie.

"I hope so. I'm not going to be jealous that at least you get to be with your partners," Vickie said. "Oh, that's not very nice of me."

"Well, you're stressed. We all are," Nancy replied.

"But you guys can't be with your families either," Vickie sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Well, let's get your mind of something else," Nancy said. "Are you planning on taking Robin on a date after this?"

"Oh, definitely," Vickie sighed. "And it's not going to be the fucking War Zone."

"Wait, did Dan really take you there on a date?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yeah," Vickie rolled her eyes.

"I always thought he was an idiot," Steve said.

"Well, at least, I know what not to do," she replied, and they all laughed. "I was thinking about maybe a movie so that way no one can see us kiss or hold hands. . .maybe a picnic on. . .Mount Weathertop? Right, that's what the kids call it?"

"Yeah," Jonathan said. "That sounds nice."

"What about you guys?" Vickie asked with a grin. "What's a date between three people going to look like?"

"Well, I was thinking about maybe cooking them dinner, and there's this bookstore up in Indianapolis that's in a strip mall. There's also a great record store next to it, a comic bookstore, and there's a photography studio there that I thought Jonathan would love. Last time, Robin and I went up there. We were there for hours, and I thought that Nancy would love the bookstore, considering it's owned by a female journalist. I mean, when I saw it, I immediately thought of Nancy and Jonathan," Steve said fondly.

"Really, Steve?" Nancy asked, looking at him affectionately, her eyes wide.

"Yeah," Steve said.

"That's sounds great, babe," Jonathan said and they both kissed his cheek.

"It's perfect," Nancy said.

"It's also where me and Robin got our tattoos," Steve said.

"You have a tattoo?" Nancy asked.

"Well, not really," Steve said. "We did ours together and we both got scared of the needle so it's more of a dot."

"Oh! I was about to say I did not see a tattoo anywhere on Robin's body," Vickie said. "Now, that I'm thinking about it. . .there was an oddly shaped mole on her butt. . ."

"Yeah, it's on my butt, too," he muttered, and they all laughed.

Just as she was about to inquire further about their little trip, the whole ground began to shake. It was an earthquake on a much larger scale than the one that ripped its way through Hawkins a year earlier. They all dove for safety, holding onto each other tightly as they waited for it end. It went on for a long time, debris falling all around them, and they thought for sure that they were going to die. Finally, it ended after a few rounds of aftershocks. They stayed where they were until they knew for sure it was over. Nancy led the group outside.

"Holy shit," Steve gasped.

The red sky had started to fade, and the lightning had stopped. The particles had started to disappear as dead demobats started to rain from the sky.

"Did we win?" Vickie asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Steve grinned.

Vickie hollered as Steve picked her up and twirled her around. She giggled and hugged him back before demanding to be put down. Nancy and Jonathan had just pulled away from each other, having kissed each other in excitement. Steve drew Nancy into a kiss before doing the same with Jonathan. She watched them fondly for a moment and she looked surprised when Nancy walked over to her. She hugged Vickie and pulled back, grinning.

"Don't look so surprised, Fisher, you're officially one of us," Nancy said, and Vickie smiled at her.

"Shit. . .do you think that Max . . . ?" Steve started to say.

"Hospital," they all said.

They all piled up into Nancy's car and drove off towards the hospital. They were careful to avoid debris and vines on the road. The sky was mostly blue now, and they could see the sun again. When was the last time they had seen the sun? When they got to the hospital, El, Will, Joyce, and Hopper were already there. El and Will looked completely exhausted, but they were happy to see that Max was awake. Her father was there, checking the state of Max's eyes. She would never be able to see well again, but she was alive, and the most important part was that she could see Lucas. He had never left her side.

"Glad to see we have another redhead in our group," Max said.

"Yeah, this is Vickie. She's pretty badass," Nancy said with a smile. "She's saved our lives a bunch of times."

"She is Robin's girlfriend," El said.

"El!" Will exclaimed.

"Was I not supposed to say anything?" El asked.

"It's fine," Vickie chuckled. "It was going to come out eventually. We can't seem to keep our hands off each other."

"That's so great. You're lucky to have Robin," Max said. "I used to have a crush on her."

"What?!" Steve asked.

"Yeah. I thought I was obvious," Max said and shrugged. "I have Lucas, so you have nothing to worry about."

"You like men and women, too?" Vickie asked.

"Are you telling me that you're a bisexual and a redhead?" Max asked. "If you tell me that you like skateboarding, I'm done."

"No! But I always wanted to learn. I'm a bit of a klutz though," Vickie said.

"The minute I get out of here and finished with therapy, I'm teaching all of you how to skateboard. And you can't say no because I just came out of a coma," Max said and they all laughed.

"So, being bisexual means you like men and women?" Lucas asked Max.

"Yeah," Max replied.

"Oh, I didn't know that. That's cool. I always just assumed - no, it's stupid," Lucas said.

"I mean, it probably is," Max laughed. "Go on."

"I thought like all straight guys secretly thought other guys were hot like this unspoken agreement," Lucas said.

"Well, you're just like me, man," Steve said. "I thought the same thing."

"Really?" Lucas asked.

Lucas grinned and hugged Steve tightly. Steve pulled back, slapping Lucas on the back.

"So, just a headcount, and you don't have to say anything, but is anyone in this room straight?" Steve asked.

Everyone shook their heads except El who just looked confused.

"I don't know," El said.

"And that's okay," Steve said, and she smiled at him. "We're all still figuring things out."

"Mom?" Will asked.

"My first time was not with a man," Joyce said, shrugging.

"Hopper?" Jonathan asked.

"Your mother was there both times when I hooked up with a man," Hopper said, shrugging. "I just thought that's what people do."

"Oh my god!" Max asked with a grin. "Did you guys have an orgy?"

"Do not answer that," Will said.

"Well. . ." Joyce said.

"You're only young once," Hopper said.

"I said not to answer that," Will groaned.

"Not going to lie to the girl who just came out of a coma," Hopper said. "I learned my lesson."

Vickie laughed.

"You're all so amazing," she said, and Max laughed with her.

"What else did I miss? Did Jonathan and Steve duke it out over Nancy?" Max asked.

"No," Jonathan and Steve laughed.

"It made more sense that all three of us are together," Nancy laughed.

"You can do that?" El asked.

"Of course, you can," Nancy grinned.

El shared a shy smile with Max and Lucas. Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve also shared a knowing look.

"I guess we all won," Max said, smiling and then her face dropped. "Except for Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick."

"Shit, Goddamnit, we almost forgot," Hopper said. "They're alright. They're the ones who helped us kill Creel. Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick were never dead in the first place. Vickie, your cousin is alive. She's with your father being checked out down the hall."

Vickie took off almost immediately. She finally passed her father before skidding to a stop and turning around to hug him tightly.

"Chrissy?" She asked.

"Well, she's in there, but I wouldn't go - "

Vickie didn't bother to listen to the rest of what he had to say. She burst into the room, only to find Chrissy sucking face with Eddie Munson. They jumped apart pretty quickly.

"Sorry!" Vickie squeaked. "I'm Vickie!"

"I know, Uncle Matthew told me," Chrissy laughed.

"I just got excited when they told me you were alive. I swear I didn't know you were my cousin until after you had. . .well, um. . .died, so it sucked that I didn't get to know you," Vickie said.

"You can blame my mother for that one," Chrissy said. "She told me her brother was dead. I'm glad she was wrong."

Vickie was surprised when Chrissy pulled her into a hug, but she quickly hugged her back.

"Hey, you're both the same height!" Eddie exclaimed and Vickie pulled back with a laugh.

"That we both get from Granny Fisher," Vickie replied.

"And your red hair?" Eddie asked, flashing his dimples.

"Well, I get mine from my mother," Vickie said. "Chrissy gets hers from Granny."

"You guys are definitely related. You don't really look alike, but you have the same energy," Eddie said.

"Yeah, another thing we got from Granny," Vickie said. "We should go visit her after this!"

"Granny had a lot to give, didn't she?" Eddie laughed.

"Yeah. . .Eddie, I want you to know that I never once thought you could do any of those things. Me and my father, thought it was dumb the way they didn't try to look for any other suspects. Although, how could they find anyone else when the guy who did do it was from an alternate dimension? Although Jason made himself look pretty guilty. I mean, everyone knows you broke up with him before the game," Vickie said with a frown.

"You ramble on a bit, don't you, darling?" Eddie asked in amusement.

"Yeah, like a - "

" - runaway train," a familiar voice finished her sentence.

Vickie whirled around and gasped when she saw Robin standing in the doorway. She couldn't help it. She threw herself into Robin's arms, wrapping her legs around her waist, causing her to laugh with delight. Vickie didn't care. She crashed her lips to hers, crying. She pulled back, still allowing Robin to hold her.

"Hi," Vickie said.

"Hi," Robin grinned.

"I was scared you might be dead," Vickie whispered.

"Well, I'm not. I'm here," Robin said.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away," Vickie said.

She moved to slip out of Robin's arms, but Robin held on. She collapsed into a chair, holding Vickie in her lap. Vickie smiled, studying her face. For once, she had nothing to say. Suddenly, Eddie moved beside them, causing them to jump.

"Don't worry, I don't have a problem with it," Eddie said.

"With me and Robin?" Vickie asked.

"Well, that too. . .but no. I was talking about you rambling," Eddie replied. "If you were worried."

"I wasn't," she giggled.

"With you rambling away and me eager to stand on a soap box, I see us doing a great many things, Fisher," Eddie said delightfully.

"Stop propositioning my girlfriend, Munson, and go away," Robin said.

Robin pulled Vickie closer to her, her hand accidentally drifting against Vickie's ass. Suddenly, Vickie thought about Robin's and the tattoo that was there. She burst into a fit of giggles and she couldn't stop.

"Are you okay?" Chrissy asked in amusement.

Vickie was about to say something when Steve walked in, and she couldn't help but laugh harder.

"What?" Robin asked.

"I'm sorry but I know about your tattoo," Vickie giggled.

"Traitor!" Robin yelled at Steve.

"Sorry, I had to get her mind off our impending doom," Steve said.

"You, Robin Buckley, have a tattoo?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Yeah, I'm full of surprises," she mumbled. "Steve has one, too."

"Well, whip it out, big boy, let's see it," Eddie said.

"It's on my ass, Munson," Steve replied. "And I wouldn't even call it a tattoo. It's a dot."

"Why would you get a tattoo of a dot on your ass?" he asked. "Don't you have, like, a million of natural ones?"

"Well, we didn't factor in our fear of needles because we didn't know we had one until it touched our skin," Robin said.

"Yeah, we figured it probably has something to do with getting drugged against our will by the Russians at Starcourt," Steve shrugged.

"Okay, well, now I feel bad for laughing," Vickie said.

"Don't be, baby," Robin said. "Your laughter is like music to my ears."

"Besides, it's hilarious," Steve grinned. "Anyway, Dustin wanted to see if you guys wanted to go the roof and look at the sunset."

"Hell, I'm up for it," Eddie said. "Could use some fresh air."

"Me too," Chrissy said and hugged Eddie.

They all moved out of the room and down the hallway. Eddie and Chrissy had gotten a bunch of stares from the nurses and the doctors.

"Yep, it's me. Eddie Munson, murderer, back from the dead and the girl he was accused of killing," Eddie said cheerfully. "We're dating now! Anyone want an autograph or a picture. . .heard they last longer."

"Eddie!" Chrissy laughed.

The party gathered up on the roof. Smoke, dust, and ash swirled in the air, so it wasn't exactly fresh. It was still alarming to see it back in the daytime after spending so long in the dark. The trees were dead from lack of proper air, sunlight, and water. Fires had erupted and been promptly put out, but some of them had been set loose to start the process of life over again. The town had a long way to go but as Vickie looked around at the group that had gathered together, she knew that they would all come together to help heal the town that they had all loved so dearly. Vickie wrapped her arms around Robin. She wished that it had happened some other way, that people didn't have to suffer, but she was glad to be a part of this group. . .this family, and she was also glad that they could find happiness amongst all this hellfire.

I'm waking up, and I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my system blow. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. . .

[mercurygray]

Hi Merc! How do you feel about prompt nr 16 (daybreak) for my Clubmobile girls? Doesn't have to be anything romantic if you're not vibing with it, just the girls

Thank you 💜

- your Fred Friend

I hope this works for you, Fred Friend!

Technically, it was Mary's fault.

Mission days were always early starts - 3:00 a.m. to roll out of bed in the old, crumbling mansion the Red Cross was renting for them, and pull the truck out from the shed to be on the road and catch the end of the 5:30 am run on the equipment shed with hot coffee and a mix of yesterday's leftovers and today's starter batch, usually too doughy as the oil came up to temperature.

It was cold out before the sun came up, and they kept the windows of the truck closed while they started the oil and heated the urns for coffee, the small space cramped but warm enough, with the four of them and the fryers going. Moods were infectious, in a small space like this, and Tatty seemed to have slept on the wrong side of the bed the way she was banging pans and slamming doors and grumbling about how she'd like to shoot the man who invented early mornings and gas stoves that wouldn't light.

Anyway, she was a little ridiculous, like early mornings had only just been invented and they hadn't been doing this for months on end, and Mary had started humming, and then Helen was doing it too, and by the time the tune got to Fred it had harmony and a rhythm section with the tongs and a measuring cup until Tatty turned around, blazing, and Fred could only grin.

"Oh, she kicked out my windshield," she started, still drumming along with the tongs, and the rest picked up, "And she hit me over the head She cussed and cried and said I lied And she wished that I was dead! Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama, lay that pistol down."

The coin could have fallen on either side, but Tatty, it seemed, had complained enough for one morning. She rolled her eyes and declared she was going to let the mess hall know they were here, leaving the three of them to open the windows, still laughing about their improvised jam session.

It seemed they already had a customer - or an audience. Captain Brennan was waiting in the half-light of dawn with a cup of coffee already in hand and a clipboard under her arm, uniform beautiful and crisp. (She was always well dressed, whether by habit or practice - all the girls said so. Not too many women could make the green and pinks look chic, but by god, would Marion Brennan try.)

"You're all very chipper this morning," the intelligence officer observed, waiting a respectful distance away as they rolled up the windows and started putting out the doughnut racks.

"Sorry, ma'am," Helen offered quietly. (Brennan intimidated her, for reasons Fred couldn't ever quite understand - but then, perhaps she was a little intimidating, with her beautiful hair and her rank and her surety about her station. And how many other women were walking around air bases with captain's bars and the complete trust of the C.O.? Brennan's word was law and her good opinion gold.)

Brennan chuckled, her smile rare and warm. "Why are you apologizing? It's good to see smiles this early."

"Get you a fresh cup, Captain?" Mary asked, gesturing with the pot she was holding.

"You may, Mary, thank you." Brennan shook the remnants out of her cup and onto the grass, and offered Mary the now-empty mug. "If we're being honest, I like your coffee more than I do the mess hall's."

"Isn't it a little early for you, ma'am?" Fred asked, leaning over the window holding the sugar shaker so the Captain could help herself. It was only the flight officers in the earliest briefings, pilots and bombardiers and navigators, and Brennan certainly wasn't one of them. (Any minute now they'd all be done suiting up, and those doors would open and the whole lot of them would begin the hike out to the trucks that would take them out to the hardstands.)

"You know what they say about early birds and worms. I need to review today's run with Major Bowman, after they've sent them all out so I can brief my team. And we have photos from yesterday's run to review and send on to wing."

"Those worms won't know what hit them," Fred replied with a smile. Another smile from Brennan.

"What worms now?" Colonel Harding appeared from the direction of the briefing hut, hat tucked under his arm, Jack Kidd following close behind him.

"The worms the group's going to bomb today, sir," Mary offered, holding out a fresh mug. "Coffee for you? Major Kidd, some coffee?"

"Thank you, Mary. Mighty kind." Harding took it and drank deeply before anyone could offer powdered milk or sugar, watching as Kidd stepped away to speak with Brennan.

The song was still stuck in Fred's head as she continued setting the mugs and doughnuts out for service, glancing up to see Harding's face in the dim of daybreak, watching the conversation between his XO and his intelligence captain with an expression that Fred thought she would call pride, and, in another space and a different light, perhaps something like love.

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama, lay that pistol down.

[tavyliasin]

Tricks and Treats in the House of Hope - An ATG Side Story, Halloween Special

Haarlep hosts a party with a number of surprises...

Pairing: Astarion/Halsin/Tav/Haarlep/Raphael SPICE Rating: 6/5 Content Warnings: Sex, Bondage, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Biting, Blood, Vampire Bite, Aphrodisiac (consenting), Costumes, Brat Taming, Orgy,  Collar/Mild Pet Play,   

Spoilers Act 3 House of Hope (Mild) Canon Compliance Not in the slightest this was purely for fun. Other Notes What was meant to be a short Halloween special turned into 5k words of a very hot orgy scene which I had far too much fun with! Mood/Music The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, ORION, Linda XO "Orgiastic dances, Nymphs in trances, Yeah, we'll be the envy of the gods above. I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievious And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus"

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Raphael moaned beneath the white sheet. By all accounts this was completely ridiculous, it barely even counted as a costume, but Haarlep had insisted ...

He had been made to keep his human form, brown eyes just visible through the roughly cut holes in the white cotton, the hint of his expression somewhere caught between pleading and anger. "You're not even-" he shuddered, keeping a tenuous hold on his composure, "in a costume, Harlot. "

"Of course I am, Archduke , do I usually carry a pitchfork?"  The incubus let a sinister grin form upon their lips, with a hint of sharp teeth. They were in their usual harness, which had been embellished with a few ribbons and charms to count as being different . Their tail flickered swiftly, striking the "ghost" on the behind. "Good," they drawled seductively, "do keep *moaning* like that and I might give you a treat when we're home."

Beneath the "outfit" that covered him, Raphael was, of course, entirely naked. Well, except for the cruelly twisted ropes, and the various little devices that Haarlep had attached. The incubus made a slight motion with their hand and the intensity of the toy increased, drawing a prolonged groan from deep within the cambion.

"Oh this is such fun~ We should do this far more often." Haarlep grinned wickedly, tying the ornate masquerade mask over their face before pushing open the door to the ballroom. "Now, shall we have you greet your guests?" ---

“This isn’t…do we have to?” Tav looked over her shoulder, the muscular elf holding the other end of the chain attached to her collar. It was very…secure.

“You wished to attend the party, my heart, don’t you think you should dress the part?” He tugged the chain slightly, just enough so she could feel the pressure on her throat. “It’s not like I have a particularly comfortable outfit either, though. I would question Astarion’s taste, but he made quite the offer.” He pulled the chain wrapped around his other chain, earning a small moan from Tav’s left.

“Well,” the pale elf just about choked out, “perhaps I’m having some second thoughts about that.”

The three of them were making their way out to the House of Hope, the invitation was one they couldn’t really refuse. Halsin was dressed head to toe in fine silks, a gold edged mask secured over his eyes and forehead, adorned with sparkling jewels and feathers. The fine cloth was struggling to contain his large form, and he was clearly railing against the ruffled collar at his neck every time he moved. He channeled his irritation towards his partners, however, and had to cast mending on his lower clothing all too often as their reactions continued to rile him up.

Astarion was dressed like a cat, tail protruding from a hole in some rather short and tight leather leggings, leaving most of his legs exposed to the cool breeze. His upper body was still permitted a silk shirt, to cover his back, but the front was left far more open than usual. A little…overexcitement had torn it open when getting dressed, the slight mark of a bear claw on his chest. His collar, a little joke from the druid, read “Meowstarion”.

Tav, on the other hand, was dressed in what might have been called servant’s attire, if said servant worked exclusively for Haarlep. She was almost certain that this was who had sent the outfits for her and the vampire beside her. The collar was sturdy but covered in frills, her top revealing her entire bosom and a hint of the leather straps of the harness underneath. She fussed with the hem of her skirt, desperately wishing for it to at least reach the top of the stockings that rose up to her mid thigh.

“Oakfather preserve me, my heart, I believe I made myself clear already.” Halsin yanked her back to him, wrapping his arm around her throat and growling dangerously in her ear. “Your outfit will remain as it is. I want to feast upon you with my eyes, and if you are very lucky…” He left the sentence unfinished, instead running his tongue along the edge of her ear. “Now, behave. ”

Tav whimpered, the heat rising within her to an unbearable degree as she felt the druid’s outfit straining once more with the effort of keeping his excitement contained. She couldn’t resist the temptation. She rose up on her toes and rolled her hips to grind against him, relishing the gasp of heated breath against the back of her neck.

“Do not tempt me.” He warned, suddenly pushing her forwards again. “We do not want to be late.”

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Haarlep grinned as they looked around at their soiree. It was hellishly divine, they had truly outdone themselves this year with the gifts they had sent out. Even the gith and the half elf were dancing together seductively, neither of their outfits leaving much to the imagination. When the doors opened next, they felt the frustration rise from the cambion “ghost” next to them. They manipulated their little toys again, pinching just a bit harder… “Did you have to invite all of them?” Raphael snarled through gritted teeth.

“Was I meant to leave your favourite client at home? Take a good look at her, Archduke , don’t you want to greet her?” Haarlep’s tail slid up the cambion’s leg, lighting up his nerves with fresh desires. “I can’t have them-” he gasped, the tip of Haarlep’s tail now threatening to join the toy that already filled him, “seeing me like this!” The incubus leaned in close to where his ear should be beneath the white sheet. “But they can’t see a single thing, not with this sheet here. Just keep up your ghostly moans, it’s very in character~” They laughed, an edge of cruelty in their voice as they withdrew their tail once more. The little whine of disappointment was the cherry on top of the delicious treat they were savouring. ---

“Is Haarlep even trying? I thought they’d come up with something inventive… And…Good gods is that Raphael in a sheet?!” Astarion could barely hold back the laugh, stopped only by Halsin looping a finger through his collar and growling in his ear. “We are guests here, Astarion, so remember to be a good pet or you will be taken out into the alley.” He punctuated the threat with a hand at the base of the “tail”, giving it just a little push and drinking in the moan like wine. Astarion didn’t seem to baulk at the threat in the slightest. Instead he leaned back, seductively reclining against the druid’s broad chest and tilting his head back to nibble along the edge of Halsin’s jaw. “If you want to take me outside, darling, all you need do is ask. I can think of plenty that we can do in a nice quiet spot-” “Control yourself,” Halsin groaned, finding it ever more difficult to follow his own order, “or you will be spending the night alone.” He gave the other man a short shove, quickly casting Mending on straining seams once again.

Tav felt a little jealous, or she did until Astarion collided with her back. His theatrical act of holding on to her to steady himself was fooling nobody, least of all Tav, but she let him anyway. She ached for the touch, and the firm grip on soft curves was almost as arousing as the whisper against her neck. “Keep riling him up, darling, and we will have quite the evening ahead of us. I do hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight. Or doing anything tomorrow.” He chuckled, taking just the smallest bite just beneath where her dress exposed her shoulder, quickly covering it up again to hide it from their lover. The incubus approached them, a swagger in their step and a grin on their face a mile wide. “I’m so very glad you could all make it, and don’t you look delicious ~” They were assessing each of the three in turn, sampling the flavours of arousal that were emanating from them even at several paces distance. “There will be time for the grand tour later, but perhaps you should get something to drink first? You do look so terribly thirsty.” Their look was more pointed than the claws they gestured with, a table laden with fine glasses waiting to be taken. Astarion gave the fare a sideways glance, before looking back at Haarlep. “That’s not some kind of rotten trickery again is it? I am dying - again - for a good wine right now.” Haarlep summoned a servant, ironically wearing more than the outfit that was barely covering Tav, who brought a tray of drinks across to them. “No devil trickery here, you are all more than valued guests tonight.” They took a glass and passed it to the almost silent spirit beside them. “Here, even your most gracious host will take a drink, right in front of you.” “Wait,” Tav butted in, calculating several different equations in her head to find the angle they were taking here. “I’ll choose the glass he drinks from, that way we know you haven’t planted one safe one amongst the others.” “Feeling bold today, are we?~” Haarlep crooned, laughing at the audacity of their guests. “That’s fine by me, each of these are the same. Although having you choose the Archduke’s fate, what an interesting thought.” Unseen behind cloth, they upped their wicked game again, giving a brief moment of further stimulation to the cambion. Raphael struggled to prevent his legs from quivering. If it weren’t for the tight ring at his base, the cotton sheet would need to be replaced already. He looked towards Haarlep, eyes almost watering. “The sheet.” He tried to keep the tough edge in his voice. “The costume ,” Haarlep corrected, “of course, I forgot to leave a hole for your mouth. How careless.” They pressed the fabric to the skin of his face and neck, one clawed hand gripping his chin and pulling the cotton tighter. Their other hand traced a lazy line to find the edge of his lips. “Ah, here you are.”

Raphael silently cursed under his breath as the incubus did exactly what they wanted, like they always did. Their claw cut a slit in the cotton in a smooth little line, just enough pressure to drag across his lip but not quite enough to draw blood. They brought their face closer, gazing deep into his eyes like a twisted mirror of all his darkest desire. He could smell the hot cinnamon and perfume, the soap he had massaged into their hair just hours earlier… When those infernal lips came just close enough to his own to feel the heat, yet still denying him the slightest physical touch, he nearly broke his veneer of calm to take the kiss he craved. Haarlep drew back, very satisfied with the helpless look in the eyes of the so-called “Master of the House”, lifting the glass to the newly torn hole. “Drink up, Archduke , taste the fruits of your labour, the treat that the Little Mouse chose just for you. ” He knew it wasn’t poison. That would be pointless, you don’t sacrifice the pieces from your own side of the board without very good reason and something much better to gain. But he also knew Haarlep was not playing idle games. No, the bitch was playing for keeps and loving every second. He caught the Little Mouse’s eyes, and drained the wine without pause. The temperature was both cooling and warming, and that hint of familiar flavour lingering on his lips confirmed his suspicions. It is going to be a long night, Little Mouse, you should have been more careful whose den you walked into.

Tav watched Raphael, or at least the sheet she assumed contained him, drink the wine in one leisurely motion as Haarlep poured it into his mouth. It was almost impossible to make out his expression, but he didn’t keel over. It would be difficult to know if he were simply immune to a poison that would kill her, but she couldn’t seem to find a reason why it might be dangerous. “The ghost isn’t dead,” Astarion said simply, stepping past her to take a glass from the tray, “so if the wine is safe for one undead then it’s safe enough for another. ” Despite his bold words, his first sip was tentative. “Wait.” Halsin commanded. “Like a cat, if you please, Meowstarion.” He tugged the vampire’s chain, encouraging him to face him again. “Meow~” Astarion returned Halsin’s intense gaze and began to lap at the wine, first almost comically with his tongue dipping in and out of the glass, but after a good few sips his motions became slower. Purposefully seductive. The heat was rising in him once again, and it showed both in the provocative way he drank the wine, and in the pink colour rising from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Tav was captivated momentarily, watching the indecent display. Her focus was broken by a clawed hand on her shoulder, the other reaching around her holding two glasses. Haarlep was close enough to feel their heat on her back, but did not touch her beyond the fingers just pressing on her shoulder enough to feel. “You should both have some too, you know. Slake your thirst, there’s plenty of time to enjoy the party.” The way they spoke should’ve been ringing alarm bells in her mind, but even just watching the way her partners were riling each other up was making her skimpy outfit feel like far too much clothing. Haarlep was not blind to any of this either, subtly inhaling the scent of arousal from the hint of sweat beading on her bare skin. They slid around her depositing the glasses in her hand almost without her noticing.

“Come.” Halsin commanded, almost too effectively as he gestured to Tav. She curled herself into his outstretched arm, leaning against his chest and cursing the layers of silks keeping her from the warmth of his bare body. He took the second glass from her hand, inviting her to watch their lover seduce them both now. Tav took a sip of her own drink, finding the flavour pleasantly fruity, with a slight hint of cinnamon and clove that would likely make some overpaid journalist write a full page about ages and barrels. “This is…good…” She muttered cautiously, feeling the delightful warmth seeping through her body, blossoming and spreading into- Oh, shit. She realised too late what the trick was. She could feel Halsin breathing more heavily behind her now, too, the effects of the incubus’s saliva disguised in the wine taking hold of all of them. She looked back at Raphael, wondering if she was imagining the sheet shivering…

Haarlep spread their wings, stretching out and allowing themselves a pleased little flutter. All around the ballroom, glasses were being drained. Even Tav, who had clearly worked out the ruse, continued to drink. I knew I liked you for a reason, Little Mouse, you step into my trap and continue to take the cheese. 

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The soiree had been decorated and laid out to Haarlep’s very specific instructions. Heavy velvet curtains had been hung strategically, disguising the entrances to side rooms laden with cushions, beds, and even…tools… One by one they began to fill, the curtains drawing closed, except from those who preferred an audience. Shadowheart and Lae’zel looked as if they were fighting as they disappeared through a curtain themselves, though it was anyone’s guess as to what methods they were like to use or who was likely to “win”. Haarlep enjoyed listening out to that one particularly, it was…unexpected. Somewhere in a dark corner, a tall human dressed in an intimidating outfit that barely tried to hide a tapestry of scars lead an elf with a white raven into a room which had been laid out with their very specific complement of instruments. That one was Haarlep’s very favourite little friend, and they could tell the man with tentacle tattoos around his eyes would be the perfect playmate for him. The music they would make… They could dance to it all night. Other couples and groups slowly left the ballroom, aside from one pair who were simply dancing. Haarlep wondered if they should intervene, encourage them to drink if they hadn’t yet, but seeing the fiery Tiefling dance with the horned gentleman was in its own way endearing. They were enraptured with each other, in a way the incubus no longer wished to interrupt. They had enough of a banquet already. 

They turned back to their…plate? They had picked out their morsels with care, and seasoned them just perfectly. “Why don’t we all make ourselves more comfortable, follow me~” 

—

Halsin dragged his two lovers behind him, admittedly curious about the incubus and feeling a desperate need that perhaps even two hot bodies would not be enough to sate. His nails dug into his palms as he gripped the chains, the seams in his clothes finally forgotten and coming undone as he marched them into the room behind the devil and the ghost. Raphael walked alongside Haarlep, just half a step behind them, struggling to walk straight. It was maddening, his home, even his body being used by the bastard strutting without a single care in the world. But he was too lust-drunk to protest, and he knew he would end the night satisfied one way or another. In some ways that was worse, knowing that Haarlep was right and usually were, too. Tav stared in wonder, the room was positively decadent, and yet there were so many hidden secrets. It wasn’t Haarlep and Raphael’s usual bedchamber, this place was…different. A pool still sat behind screens on the far side of the room, healing was clearly considered a necessity. Remembering her prior experiences, that was almost a relief. Haarlep gestured to the bed, winking to Halsin. “Make yourself at home, I just have one last loose end to tie up .” Raphael moaned as the gag was pressed against his lips. His arms had been bound beneath the sheet the entire time, he was completely unable to resist, not that he had any intention. He wouldn’t admit it, but he craved this. He needed it. The incubus was extremely good at everything they did. He gave them just one crumb of recognition, a hissed whisper before he bit down on the leather bar. “Fine, Haarlep, do as you wish.”  “Oh, I planned to, Raphael.” The dropping of insulting pet names was as close to a declaration of affection as the two would ever get. There was no kindness in clawed red fingers that scraped against heated skin, drawing down the hooks from above and carefully securing them through tiny cuts made in the fabric. 

Halsin wasn’t sure where to look. He stood on the opposite side of the bed to where the incubus was beginning to make the moaning ghost float in the air, suspended by carefully placed rope, the cotton sheet just barely revealing what was beneath as the spirit was fixed facing the bed. In Between them, however, were his two personal pets, crawling onto the sheets as he tugged their chains to direct them. Astarion’s bare chest looked delicious, and Tav…the blush on every area of her skin was just as enticing. With a quiet rip, more seams were obliterated silks giving way to tense muscles and tenser-

Halsin didn’t notice. He didn’t care. He only wanted one thing. Well, three things, if he was honest. The two lovers on the bed, and the incubus who turned to watch them with a smile, their tail flicking upwards to make the ghost moan once more.

“Drink.”

The command from the druid’s lips reached Astarion’s pointed ears like a drug more intoxicating than the aphrodisiac-spiked wine. He didn’t need a second word.

Tav leaned back automatically, reclining against the soft pillows and tilting her head to expose her neck. Astarion approached her on all fours, crawling as cat-like as he could, swishing his hips to move the tail behind him. He could feel the eyes on him, and he was ready to put on a show. He nuzzled into Tav’s neck, the bell on his collar jingling next to the tag, and ran his tongue slowly along the line of her veins. The noise caught in her throat was almost enough to drive him to a frenzy, and he bit hard, relishing the latest sound to spill from her lips as heated blood poured into his own.

Halsin frowned, the vampire might go too far if he did not remember to rein in his lust-parched thirst. Haarlep caught his eye and simply winked, an unspoken thought passing between the two.

Astarion broke his connection to Tav’s neck as the fiend’s tail curled around his forehead and eyes pulling him back and taking his vision. Behind him, he felt the tail of his costume moving, quickening his breath as the weight of the druid settled on the bed behind him.

“He told you to drink, little kitten, not to kill. The Rat is not to be emptied like your last meal.” Haarlep growled a slight warning, while stroking the elf’s silvered hair.

“I was fine,” Tav gasped, longing for the fangs to return with their incredible heat and the edge of pain that drove her wild every time, “I can handle being a little drained.”

“You will need your energy, Rat. You are dressed as a servant, perhaps it is time for you to serve.” Haarlep looked her in the eye, the searing gaze of the flames carrying several levels of meaning. “Druid, handle your animal.”

Halsin wrapped a strong arm around Astarion’s chest, holding him tight but firm as he pulled him down the bed, stopping as the vampire’s shoulders were just below Tav’s hips. “This time, drink nicely. Just like you did with the wine earlier.”

Astarion thought for a moment about disobeying, but the druid’s hand was already at his “tail” again, stirring it in a way that made him moan loudly even as he began to dip his tongue with swift flickering motions, tasting Tav like she was indeed his favourite drink. Which wouldn’t even be an inaccurate sentiment…

Meanwhile, Haarlep had mounted Tav’s chest, their knees pinning her shoulders and arms to her sides. They licked their finger and held it to her lips. “Show me. You can handle a little more, Rat, I know what you’re capable of.”

The feeling of her lover’s tongue made her mouth open anyway, her breath seeking a quicker exit from her body as her nerves lit up. Tav obeyed the incubus above her, wrapping her lips around their finger, savouring the slight heat and cinnamon, relishing in the feeling of the aphrodisiac effect heating her entire body like a hundred fires lit within her all at once. Still…the look on their face…it was too self-satisfied. She bit down on their knuckle, drawing just the smallest drop of blood that tasted like molten iron.

Haarlep laughed. Somewhere behind them, Raphael rolled his eyes. He knew that sound, he knew it all too well. The Mouse was pushing her luck…but at least this time, it would work in his favour. His own finger still felt warm, the slight edge of pain carrying across through Haarlep’s connection. Using his form like this…it was exciting.

Halsin watched his pet go to work on his other love, not caring much about what the incubus was doing. As long as neither of his hearts signalled their wish to stop, he would continue to indulge all of them. And he was so very intrigued by the huge red wings spread out before him and the long tail curling of its own accord.

Astarion wiggled his hips, an invitation to the man behind him, knowing his usual…preferences. He moaned a little, letting the vibrations of his voice move his tongue more as he continued to savour Tav’s warmth and the way she would writhe beneath him.

The invitation was clear to Halsin, but he hadn’t decided exactly what he wanted… The tail was clearly still stimulating, so that toy could remain in place, but he needed something… The idea sparked in his mind as he saw the incubus sliding their harness to one side. The druid shuffled, glad of the huge bed space they had, and rolled onto his back. He pulled himself up the bed so he was right beneath Astarion’s hips, and tore away all the clothing in the way of his prize with his teeth.

The vampire yelped, almost stopping his work, but a swift grip on his rear put him back to work. Halsin did not waste time either, taking the entire length between his lips and working his tongue in maddening patterns across every sensitive inch.

Tav was in a similar situation, faced with the perfect copy of Raphael’s cambion form. She grabbed Haarlep’s harness and pulled them close, almost choking as she took them too deep into her throat too fast. The sensation, however, was intense. She stubbornly kept going, delighting in the words of praise that rained down from above her, encouraging her to keep going. She was almost certain she heard a spirit whining pitifully somewhere off to the side, too, but her mind - and mouth - were too full to give it a second thought.

—

Raphael hung in the air, eyes fixed on the scene before him. All four of them were ravenous, insatiable, and Haarlep was feasting on their desire as well as his own. They looked at him again, a wicked smile curling across their features, and finally gave the quiet permission for him to transform.

Red wings wanted to spread behind him, but Haarlep had planned ahead. Slack rope that had sat around his shoulders was now taut around the wings, preventing them from doing anything more but helplessly struggle. The rest of the bindings had just enough give to account for the growth of his body, and the only thing left free was his tail. He flicked it in the air below him, the end the only part sticking out from beneath the sheet. He knew Haarlep would have no time for him, so he curled the tail up between his own legs and took a grip to mirror what the Little Mouse’s lips were doing, eyes fixed on her every motion.

—

Mouths, lips, tongues, they all danced in the night’s soiree. Haarlep conducted the infernal orchestra, feeling an intense power flooding through them as their favourite Rat and her Vampire were both overcome by the waves of intense pleasure. They held back from their own precipice though, denying Raphael his own for now. No, that would be too easy.

Besides, the most interesting participant at the end of the bed had been too busy giving to receive. Haarlep sensed his would be the most delectable climax to sample, the sheer lust emanating from him was palpable even to those without the incubus’s senses.

Tav gasped for air, partly from having her mouth full for some time, and partly from the orgasm that had just ripped through her body without mercy. Haarlep moved off her now, kneeling to one side and waiting patiently for the other two elves to finish, drinking in the sight of the larger man taking every last drop from his pale lover.

“Do any of you wish to stop?” Haarlep looked over with a smirk, knowing the answer even as the others still licked the moisture from their lips.

“More.” Halsin nodded.

“Now.” Astarion gasped.

“Please.” Tav whined.

Somewhere above them, the "ghost" whimpered his agreement.

It took only a few minutes for Haarlep to reorganise things to their satisfaction. They lay on their back for once, arms behind their head, looking towards the three before them. “Rat, you should be prepared.”

Tav swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. But she was nothing if not determined. The incubus saliva had certainly helped. Behind her, Halsin and Astarion were readying themselves with scented lotion and careful fingers, and in front of her the incubus was licking their hand once again.

“Not for your mouth, this time, Rat. No, this will make things…easier.” They caressed her hip with one hand, whilst plunging their prepared fingers deep within her core.

Tav wasn’t sure she needed the extra lubrication, she was already a mess, but she soon felt the other effect of their saliva. Tense and heated muscles began to relax a little around his fingers, allowing for more to slip inside, stretching carefully. The groan from behind her told her that the situation there was hardly any different. The desire within her to be completely filled was becoming insatiable. The incubus merely smirked at her.

“You are so very delicious~” They whispered, so only she might hear. The words alone had her voice mingling with her heavy breaths, not forming any language but that of pure lust.

It wasn’t long before Astarion’s hands were caressing her back, his lips coming to meet her shoulders and kissing lines of affection up to her ear. “Are you ready, darling? For us?”

She nodded, understanding the meaning in his words. Haarlep guided her hips to above them, lowering her down carefully, slowly, so she could feel the friction of every ridge. Flush to their body, they were not done.

“Closer, Rat.” They pulled her body forward, leaving her exposed to the lover behind her.

She was grateful for the incubus’s ministrations now, as Astarion carefully lined up and gradually entered her, groaning himself as he felt the incubus against him.

—

Raphael watched on, almost impressed as well as overwhelmed by the phantom tight feelings gripping him harder than his own tail did, as the last of the four manoeuvred on his knees, entering the pale elf with a gentle care and delicacy. The “tail” had long since been discarded, but most of the clothes remained on. Well, except for the druid’s. Muscles, and more, had long since turned the fine outfit into little more than rags, only the ruffled collar and cuffs remaining in one piece.

It was an utterly debauched sight. He strained at all of the ropes, desperate to feel more, to be where Haarlep was, where any of them were. He was not entirely immune to Haarlep’s abilities, and it had been hours since the toys had been set to their dastardly work on his body. He needed more, wanted more, he tried to cry out around the gag loud enough for the others to hear but their own lewd sounds were drowning him out.

—

Haarlep glanced over at their captive, deeply satisfied with how needy he looked. They grinned wickedly as they licked the tip of their tail, curling it around beneath them. They were delighted with their work, seeing their favourite toy filled with not one but two of them, moving in tandem and making her feel every single nerve and muscle as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure from their motion.

The druid on the other side of the complex equation was adding to it all, matching the pace that the incubus set at every turn, taking his cues from them and savouring the pleasure of both of his lovers. Haarlep wondered, perhaps, what the man might be like on his own, but that didn’t matter now. They considered this a test of his worth, to see which would outlast the other. Perhaps not a fair test, as the elf only had one partner clenched around him, whilst Haarlep not only filled Tav but ground against Astarion inside her, their own tail teasing within them at the same time just to add to Raphael’s torture.

Indeed, Haarlep was almost completely overwhelmed. Every room in their halls was filled with a similar scene, pleasure echoing off the walls, seeping into every stone, heating the hells themselves far beyond their usual searing flame. For once, it became hard for them to hold back. This was their finest hour, their masterpiece, the culmination of multiple carefully laid plan coming to one excruciatingly delicious climax. — The ghost was the first to lose the game, spilling forth across the floor from where he remained hanging, breathless, helpless, and utterly satisfied. Tav had lost count of the amount of peaks her pleasure had reached, but when she felt the shuddering climax of Astarion throbbing inside her, her head damn near burst. The white hot pleasure was followed not long after by the incubus adding to it, pulsing through the aftershock and leaving her entire body weak. It would have been impossible to say who won between the incubus and the druid, as Halsin roared like a wild beast the moment he felt his lover tighten around him with his own release. He held on tight to Astarion’s chest, soothing him through the intensity, pressing loving kisses across his shoulders and neck even as he was overcome by his own mind shattering climax. 

— They almost collapsed in the aftermath, sprawling out across the bed, unable to form words, just sounds, the odd giggle as the intense pleasure subsided. Halsin gathered his lovers into his arms, one either side, and lay holding them close, soothing them and caressing them with gentle hands. Haarlep glanced down at the trio as they went to release Raphael from his bindings, even indulging him by carrying him over to the pool when his legs refused to stay upright. It took a while before the lovers on the sheets were ready to move to the healing waters, Halsin supporting them both with his arms around their waists, their own arms linking behind his back. Haarlep noted, with some approval, that the man didn’t even seem fully satisfied. They guessed he might well be able to continue far longer, had his partners had any ability to move at all. This would be something to consider later… They spent a long time resting, tending to each other, gradually coming down from the dizzying heights they had ascended to in Haarlep’s little game. By morning, a lot of exhausted but satisfied bodies were leaving through the portals, and barely any still had the clothes they arrived in. Fresh outfits had been laid out in each room, almost in anticipation of this very outcome. The sight of so many walking home might have been described by some as a Mass Exodus of Shame, but there was no room for shame in Haarlep’s domain. They smiled and waved, knowing their delightful little trick meant they wouldn’t need to feed again for weeks. Although, they wouldn’t mind a little treat …

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If you're wondering "where in the hells was Gale for all this", honestly? He might've been accidentally left at camp. He got a one shot and a side story sequel later so I consider that I have made it up to him now.

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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x11 Going Home

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 670

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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She’d had the dream again just before her alarm went off.  The details were fuzzy and indistinct and she could never quite remember what happened when she woke, but it always ended the same way.  She and Henry were in her car.  She looked in the rear view mirror, and she saw this group of people standing there.  One of the women had her hands raised, and there was green and purple smoke enveloping all of them. She didn’t know why, but Emma always felt an intense sadness at this point in the dream.

And then it was all gone–the people, the smoke, the sadness.  It was just her and her kid cruising down the road on a bright sunny day.

There was probably some deep underlying meaning in it all–or so she’d think if she went in for all that dream interpretation crap.

Anyway, she had the dream pretty frequently, probably about once a month, although for a few weeks there at the beginning of the year she’d had it nearly every other night.

Emma shook her head slightly and went back to her task at hand, stirring the eggs, flipping the pancakes, thinking about her day ahead.  It was Saturday so she and the kid were having their normal weekend big breakfast.  After that, she needed to get to work.  She was so close to catching her latest skip.  If she was lucky, she’d nab him tonight and still have time to make it to her date with Walsh.

She couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing when it came to her relationship with Walsh.  Oh she loved him and all, but he was just…comfortable.  Somehow she felt like there should be more in a relationship, more passion, more desire, just…more, but hey. Walsh was a good guy; he got along great with her kid, and they just kind of meshed.

Better a kind of boring relationship than an exciting one where the guy left you holding the bag for his crime and you ended up going to prison for it.

She had just handed the cinnamon to Henry and sat down to dig into her breakfast when the knocking started–and her heart started pounding in time with the knocking.  Sometimes in life there were moments where you get a sixth sense, where you just know something momentous is going to happen.

Brushing aside her fancy, Emma went to the door and opened it to see him.  She didn’t know who this strange man dressed like a pirate was, but she knew him.  It made no sense, but she was pretty sure he was one of the people in the dream she was always having.

He was spouting nonsense about her family needing her and how he knew she didn’t remember but he could make her.

And then he swooped in and kissed her, and God help her, for a split second her knees almost gave out at the rightness of it, the relief, the feelings, the joy.

But then reality set back in, and she did what she should have done the moment he took a step toward her–she kneed him in the family jewels and slammed the door in his face.

Her brow furrowed as she licked her lips, still tasting of him, and the unsettling feelings continued. 

“Who was that?” Henry asked, going back to his pancakes.

It was enough to snap her out of it once and for all.

“No idea,” she said, ambling back toward the table. “Someone must have left the door open downstairs.  Come on; let’s eat.”

Notes:–How could I not write my drabble on this scene?  I am fairly certain I literally screamed when I watched this episode live and saw who it was on the other side of the door.  This was the moment I was 100% certain that Captain Swan was endgame and it was glorious.  Given that this was the mid-season finale, I considered this scene my very first Christmas present of the year.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[iamsherlocked1479]

Something more

Pairing: Dr Strange x f!Reader

Summary: y/n is a student getting ready for a christmas party at kamar-taj and a certain sourcer takes a special interest in her.

Word count: 2.8K words

Genre: meeting at a party, smut, aingst/18+

Warnings: NSFW, eating out, sexual content, swearing

A/N: well I haven't written smut in a while so i wanted to, thought i'd male it festive as its the festive season. Enjoy!

The halls to the sanctum had been decorated perfectly, you didn’t know what made it perfect but it just was. How the sourcers had made an over five hundred year old temple look like the modern christmas winter wonderland it had become must have been, well, sorcery. The walls were dimly lit by thousands of tiny Christmas lights and the snow was pushed neatly into piles with tiny snowmen guarding the paths. Kamar-taj itself has become the perfect winter destination, and for a young apprentice it would be the perfect party to end the year. 

Your breath escaped into the cold air as you leant out your chamber window admiring the work of the masters. You turned to examine the dress you had picked out specifically to wear tonight, the theme was obviously christmas and while you were not always the most Christmassy dresser during the season you finally settled on a bright scarlett dress that made the oceanic sapphires of your eyes really pop. You weren’t willing to openly admit it but you were hoping the dress would help you get laid, it had been six full months since you had any intimate contact with anyone. Well technically it was five years and eight months but you could discount the five years of being blipped and two months of realising literally anyone close to you had either moved away or sadly passed.

That's exactly what led you here, you bumped into Master Wong on the way out of the cemetery after spending two hours crying over the loss of your mother, which of course was expected. You remember exactly how he responded to a teary eyed girl smacking right into him and his less amused friend, who also happened to be a respected master (but that information will be discussed later), he wasn’t angry or offended like his accomplice. He was quite the opposite, forgiving and welcoming, offering you a place in kamar-taj to learn the ways of mystic arts. Of course at first you insisted you’d be fine and didn’t need to be part of any cults on the other side of the world, but after a rough night of heavy drinking and a questionable looking one night stand curiosity got the better of you and here you are six months later hoping an expensive dress will get you laid. 

But by the looks of it, it was exactly what it was designed for. When women look at it, they imagine how it will make their figure look or boobs pop. But this dress, this was the kind of dress that caught the attention of men who would spend the whole night calculating how easy it would be to get off. If it was the kind of dress that would allow them to slip their hand between your thighs or if it would allow them quick access to the goods in the bathroom. And yes, yes it did all of those things and that's exactly why your touched deprived ass decided to pick that dress, hopefully it didn’t attract the attention of the elders.

You spent a couple hours showering and preparing your makeup while waiting for your two friends to knock on your door and when they did their eyes widened.

“Oh my god y/n that dress is stunning look what it does for your figure!” they both gasped 

“Well that's kind of the idea.” you say awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck. You follow the snowmen down the path to where the sounds of laughter and fancy versions of Christmas music echoed from the warmly lit courtyard. The large wooden doors were pulled open by magic revealing small fires neatly placed everywhere trying to regain some heat. Most people were huddled in small groups discussing the year or plans they had made for the holidays. Instinctively you and your friends went to the boys of your group who were already there, grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the passing servers. You saw the effect of your dress working, Thomas, one of your close friends eyed you constantly as the group laughed. Maybe he would be tonight's main course, without expecting you had already drained your first drink. 

“Excuse me.” you wave your hand at the passing servant who completely blanks you as she heads straight for Wong who was busy hugging someone who awkwardly hugged back. You follow the servant towards them who continues to blank you as you try to stop them.

“Strange! I wasn’t expecting you this evening.” Wong cheered. He pulled back revealing Master Strange, protector of the New York sanctum who looked like a child whose mother had forced him to appear at the family dinner.

“Excuse me” you mutter again to the servant who still paid no attention to you.

“Well I knew if i didn’t come tonight i would be forced to come to the new years eve party.” he paused while taking a drink from his cup. “Excuse me, madam, will you please give the young lady her drink so she can stop circling us.” he asked the server who stood confused looking around for who he was talking about. “For god's sake, allow me.” he tutted and grabbed a champagne glass and began heading in your direction, you froze, panicking, you didn't want to interrupt them, you just wanted a drink. He held out the glass to you and smiled “what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here huh.” he smiled. You took the drink cautiously and then said the worst possible thing could have happened.

“You're welcome” you say taking the drink from his hand, what the hell was that? walk away, walk away now. You turned and swifty made your escape keeping your eyes locked on your friend Lauren who witnessed the whole thing, she found it quite the comedy show. You hide your face in her shoulder as she laughed

“Oh my god , there goes my chances of shadowing one of the most experienced members of the mystic arts.” you say drowning in your own shame.

“Hey at least your dress is working.” she points out the way that Strange’s eyes had not left your figure since your embarrassing encounter.

“Yeah but he’s at least ten years older than me.” You watched him closely.

“Older men have experience.” she nudged you playfully and you both laughed. 

The evening progressed rather smoothly, with the servants finally focusing on others so your supply of champagne was never low. Your eyes would occasionally drift over to the more experienced sourcers who’s laughter echoed through the courtyard and every time it did, Stange’s eyes would somehow find their way to you and your scarlet dress. You wondered what it would be like for him to fuck you, he looked like the kind of man who knew what he was doing and would definitely waste no time in removing your dress. But maybe that's what he put out to the world, perhaps he was the complete opposite, and would spend his time exploring every inch of your body, either way you would be happy to find out. Like Lauren said he would for sure have the experience of an older man.

By now your taste for champagne had grown weak and you yearned for something with more of a kick, your eyes averted to the bar and most importantly the stools, your shoes were devouring your feet and you could only take so much. You slump down into the stool and let out a subtle sigh of relief.

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, placing a glass down he had been polishing.

“I think she’ll have water.” a deep husky voice answered for you, you turned to see master Strange leaning on the bar next to you smiling softly at the bartender who looked at you for a reply.

“I’m sorry what gives you the right” You say mildly offended

“I just watched you down four champagnes in one hour” he smirked.

“And what's stopping me from going to get another one now?” you both look at the server who stood in the doorway at the opposite side of the room.

“Absolutely nothing.” he did the same annoying smirk again before nodding his head to the door “go on.”

“That's besides the point why do you get to stop me?” you ask insulted, he gently grabbed your arm and pulled himself closer to your ear and spoke softly.

“Because when I ask you to come home with me so I can take that dress off you, I’d like you to be conscious so I don't feel guilty.” His tone released a swarm of butterflies into your gut and your mouth grew dry. You call over the bartender

“Two waters please.” The bartender nodded and placed two water glasses in front of the two of you and left you to your conversation.

“So I guess my friend was correct, you have been staring at me all night.” You take a small sip of the cold water whilst watching Strange run his long dexterous fingers around the rim of his glass wiping the condensation forming at the sides.

“I also wanted to apologise for being so rude when we met a few months ago, I was the guy who seemed more than irritated when you bumped into us ( I told you we’d get to that.)” You hadn’t listened to a word he said. Your sole focus was imaging what his fingers could do and why he had such large scars running down them. “Like i said, i’m sorry” he rubbed your shoulder gently snapping you out of your trance.

“No worries, I'm sorry the laughter of strangers is completely throwing me off.” you laugh swallowing the last of your drink.

“Then let's get some air.” He held out his hand and you gladly took it.The cold air hit you both sharply causing him to act in the most gentlemanly way. “You must be cold in that dress, here.” He removed his jacket revealing how well his white shirt fitted around his unexpected muscular frame, fitting perfectly around his tall stature. In that moment you took in Master Strange his grey stripes that highlighted each side of his hairline and how his goatee was neatly trimmed. You wandered if when and if he went down on you you would feel the roughness of his head between you.

“Thank you” you finally answer. You head to the balcony where it's quiet, “It’s beautiful” You were right the full moon casted its bright light over the crowded city of Tibet, the usually busy daytime was tamed and quiet during the night.

“I used to come up here to practise my spells” He said, eyeing the view. You look at him curiously trying to imagine what he was like, surely a master this experience caught on almost instantly. He noticed you staring and did the same smiling smugly.

“What?” you ask

“Nothing, just admiring the view. God my coat looks amazing on you, it really completes the look. A perfect addition on my part.” He brushed your shoulders, wiping off the snow that was begging to fall softly around you. Your eyes locked on his soft pink lips, wondering how they’d taste. An unexpected force brought you together, lips locking as his tongue entered your mouth. Your eyes closed as he pulled you in wrapping his arms around your body, you felt a sudden wave of warmth. You opened your eyes to the sight of the warm  quiet aura of the New York sanctum, unlike the rest of the sanctums it hadn’t been decorated with christmas decorations. It was just the same old sanctum and something about that felt calm and organised.

“So I assume you’re not the festive kind of man Strange?” you aks chuckling slightly

“I find holidays and parties distract people from their work.” He said walking to the fireplace and lighting it with ease. “And it's Stephen by the way, I figured if you wanted to spend the night you might as well know my name. That is if you want to.” he sat comfortably in an armchair crossing his leg securely over the other.

“If i didn’t then i would have got another champagne, and i think you should know that my name is y/n.” you smile flirtatiously and slide his jacket off your shoulders. You throw it towards him and he jumps regaining consciousness after watching you glide into the chair opposite him. “So tell me Stephen do you often bring women home after eyeing them all evening?” you circulate your fingers on the arm of the chair smiling at his face watching them glide over the seams.

“Quite the opposite, I only came because I have to show my face every year at least once or they start to think I'm dead. And if i didn't come to this one i think Wong would have brought the party to me.” he laughed

“I wouldn't have minded it.” you got up and walked over to him and pulled him up. Your mouths locked once again, only this time he ran his arms up to the zip of your dress, you followed his actions and began working on each button of his silk white shirt. He pulled away and opened a portal to his room and you both pushed each other to the bed laughing and joking. You step out of your dress and lay down on the bed watching him undress and thats when you realised you where about to make love for the first time, of course you’d fucked before but that was just your body. Now it was so much more you wanted this to be with your heart, your heart had never been involved with the other men before. You could only hope that he was putting more than his body into this as well. All of your thoughts disappeared when he began his work on you he started at you lips before moving down to your neck sucking on the sweet spot allowing a small moan to escape from your lips, his own purrs sent a ripple down your spine as he moved down you your breasts, the bristles of his goatee tickled you nipples,he moved across them but quickly moving down your abdomen to the centrepiece of you body. His eyes darkened with lust as he removed your black panties

“My, Myn y/n. Look at how wet you are for me already” he growled before diving in between your folds twirling his tongue around your delicate clit. He began to light a fuse within you drawing you closer and to a climax.

“Oh fuck Stephen keep doing that, i’m going to cum.” you moan. He pulled away with a devilish smile.

“I don't want you to cum until my cock is deep inside you.” He pulled off his trousers revealing his neatly groomed thick cock that slapped fully erect onto his abdomen. He grabbed you ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed where he stepped off and plunged himself deep into you. His cock filled every one of your walls until he was balls deep within you, the answer to the question you asked yourself earlier was slowly being revealed he fucked you hard with passion unlike you had ever felt before and it was amazing. He wrapped his arms around your thighs somehow managing to increase the pleasure into a whole new level.

“F-fuck, fuck me Stephen Strange.” You could feel your walls tightening around him as your breathing became irregular and the spark ignited again.

“Oh fuck darling I love the way your pussy tightens around my cock when you cum.” he fucked you through your orgasm moaning along with you. His pace began to grow irregular until he became close to his own climax. He stuttered and pulled himself from you and released hot white ropes onto your stomach slouching over you. He summoned up a cloth and wiped his mess of you and laid next to your paralysed self, exhausted from the events that had unfolded. “I’m not done with you yet, I want you to stay. I want to taste you again.” moved his hand reaching out to stroke your head that you had placed on his stomach. 

“If you insist” you smile and sit over his face and grip the head board as he begins his feast. His goatee brushed against your folds causing you to bite down tightly with your teeth on the oak headboard of his bed. The pair of you moaned and fucked for the next few hours stopping breifly to eat. 

By morning you lay in his arms watching the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth from his body awakened something you hadn't felt since before Thanos. It was a sense of safety and belonging, you had already made your mark in his life, the bite marks of his headboard were a clear example, but the way he held you in his arms was a clear sign that this wouldn’t just end up being a one night stand.

It was something more.

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[ilsaafaust]

My first thoughts straight after watching Dead Reckoning!  

SPOILERS 

I am so disappointed.

From the start, the film is a mess. The writing is pretty bad, to be honest. The humour doesn't quite click like the others but most of all, the plot is.. what?  

They really shouldn't have gone with AI. God, I wish they hadn't. That opening. Meh. 

Oh and here's two halves of a key. That keeps getting pickpocketed. They're really important but no one knows why. They try to explain it so many times but none of us gets it. That's how dumb it is. 

Uh, so is Ethan like the head of the IMF now? Like wtf, the whole bit about the IMF is confusing and bad. The choices they apparently all had to make? Nah. That flashback? Nah. 

An arms dealer hosts a party in Venice? And posts two guards outside the door? Sure. Why not. 

One of the biggest letdowns is what they did with the female characters. I've always praised McQ for his writing of female characters. You'd think that having Rebecca Ferguson, Vanessa Kirby, Pom Klementieff and Hayley Atwell would be great. But no. 

The biggest letdown is obviously the treatment of Ilsa Faust, a fan favourite. Ilsa has always been written so well. Remember how they deleted the kiss in Fallout because it made Ilsa weak at Ethan's expense? 

And yet Ilsa's very short storyline in the entire film, no wait, in the first half only (?!) is that she is killed in order to hurt Ethan? And the reason why is because an AI is making Ethan choose between two women, only one can live…

Talk. About. Making. Her. Weak. At. Ethan's. Expense. And bad writing. 

Also, we have Kittridge saying Ethan is always helping Ilsa out of trouble when it is *literally* the other way around. Did I mention bad writing or is it just Kittridge getting it all wrong? 

They fridged the best character of the franchise? And then, in the next scene, Ethan looks sad for a moment, Benji wipes a tear and then the next moment, the team convinces this stranger, this thief, who kept running away from Ethan.. to join the team? I-. No words. 

They had every chance of making Ilsa join the team. She was out of MI6. Literally, all we've seen of Ilsa with the team has been great? Fallout? She smiles and seems happy to be with them and they work so well together. But no, kill Ilsa for no reason and have this sort of damsel in distress *replace* her? 

Sure. Because we can't have two women on the team. Wow. 

Not to mention Pom as Paris, who is this kickass, cool baddie who turns… Good when Ethan saves her life? Okay. 

Vanessa Kirby doesn't have much to do either, unfortunately. 

I don't wanna get too much into it with Grace, but the forced moments between her and Ethan are so cringe. Like, he just met her and all she's done is run away from him but yeah, let's have these moments where we say each other's first names and look like we're about to cry and oh, are you okay? 

To me, it doesn't even really feel like a Mission: Impossible movie. Something feels off. And with the writing.. It's like they had these three big action scenes, the desert, car chase and the train scene and they didn't know how to put them together?

I know M:I is fun action and it's always been a bit over the top but.. The train sequence. When Gabriel times that fall? And just as Grace is about to get shot Ethan crashes into the train. I-. 

Sorry but.. This doesn't do it for me.

[madam-kumo]

Beloved Drider Pt.1

Kar'niss x Named! Fem! Tav (Alyace)

"I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now."

"For the love of Lolth, slow down!"

Alyace shouted as she caught up with her lover atop a hill. The tree in front of her had long since lost it's life from the darkness of the underground, but the various glowing mushrooms made a soft and beautiful reflection across the dead bark.

"We only have a few minutes today, you know that." Kar'niss said mournfully.

Alyace sighed after catching her breath. "Yes, I know. I wish we could have longer like yesterday..." She responded before sitting at the base of the tree, patting the spot next to her. Kar'niss sat next to her quite enthusiastically.

"Aren't you worried about your test?" Alyace asked.

"Oh! The test that will decide my faith in our arachnid mother! Yes, I must've forgotten..." Kar'niss said sarcastically.

"Ugh... you asshole. I'm just worried about you!" Alyace responded, acting offended as if she didn't have a cheeky grin on her face. "But promise me that once you pass-"

" "If" I pass-" Kar'niss tried to interrupt.

" "When!" I promise to take you out for dinner. I have the guard wrapped around my thumb now." She said, recalling how she gave her mother a good word about the male Drow, consequently giving him a raise and letting her get away with sneaking Kar'niss around.

Kar'niss grimaced a bit at the thought of her with another man. Though he was raised to not question the higher women around him, it still pained him to think she might grow bored and find a new bedmate.

"Don't look at me like that. I just got him a raise so he'll keep quiet." She said sincerely before peppering his face with kisses.

Though, hearing the nearby gates open, Alyace hurried away from Kar'niss and stood up, leaving him sitting on the ground to look like she was just leading him around.

"Alyace-rin, our Ilharess is looking for you." The meek servant spoke as he approached the two.

"Alright, you are dismissed." Alyace said, before letting out a sigh of relief once he was out of sight.

"I'll meet you outside of Lolth's temple after the test, goodnight, mrannd'ssinss" Alyace said before kissing Kar'niss head and leaving him at the tree.

Gods, she wish she hadn't.

Alyace fiddled nervously with the ring beneath her gloves as she leaned against the wall, her arms cross impatiently. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the woman approaching her until she placed a hand on Alyace's shoulder.

When she looked up, she was awe struck by the beauty of the Drow before her. She had dark purple, almost blue skin and majestically long white locks. Her clothes were thin and looked expensive, must be a high noble matron. Her beauty looked as though Lolth had blessed her herself.

"I wish Kar'niss the best of his test, and you have my blessing." The woman said, her voice like first drop of water on a hot summer day; refreshing and new, but incredibly welcome.

"I'm sorry?" Alyace said, wondering if she should bow out of respect for her seniors or continue to question the woman.

The ethereal Drow only smiled, clearly pleased by whatever she saw in Alyace's response. "Do not worry about it. All will be explained in due time."

The woman turned away before Alyace could question her further. She tried to wrap her head around the situation, wondering if the stress was causing her hallucinations. After rubbing her eyes, the woman was gone, just the same guests that had been waiting there before. The others around her had taken no notice to her dilemma and it didn't seem like anyone else saw the woman either, or else the male Drow would've been on their knees already.

"Jabbress, dormagyn uns'a!" A horrifyingly familiar voice cried from beyond the door before Kar'niss' screams rang through her ear like a bomb. Lolth made the horrid decision to make the doors of her temple radiate sound better to "harden" the grieving and disappointed families of her failed Drow.

Alyace bit her lip to keep a sob from escaping before the priests and priestesses entered the room. The small spark of hope in her eye disappeared when she looked up at the priest and he shook his head coldly.

She wanted to scream, wanted to beg Lolth to bring her lover back, but that couldn't happen. Kar'niss would never truly be back in her arms again, not fully alive anyway. In the middle of her internal conflict, she felt some one tap her shoulder. It was the meek servant that she had seen the previous night.

"Quick! Open your hand before someone sees!" He whispered. In a bit of a panic, Alyace did so, revealing her palm to him. The boy quickly dropped a tiny object in her hand, it was a tiny hair pin she had put in his hair when he would complain about it getting in the way.

"This was all that was left, but I have leave, I'm sorry, my lady!" He whispered before rushing off.

But the small act of empathy gave her a warm feeling in her heart. That she would continue living in the hopes of one day going against mortality and bringing back Kar'niss.

All she could do for now was hope.

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AH! My first fanfic with an oc! :) I hope you all like the story so far and go give some credit and love to Hrefna_the_Raven on AO3 who wrote the Web of Faith and was a major inspiration for Alyace's story. Thank you for reading!

[ithoughticouldwrite]

Can we get Larissa and Marilyn relationship headcanons, please, if no one has asked already?

Maybe how it started and other general relationship stuff?

Note: Going to preface this with the fact that I don’t ship this, however, I do enjoy the ship. Small difference. This doesn’t mean don’t ask me about it though!

And this will likely go more into au territory as, in my opinion, it wouldn’t work that well within the canon of the show unless quite a few things changed. Now that I’ve said all of that, let’s get into it.

Larissa Weems x Marilyn Thornhill Headcanons/ Rambles (w/ spoilers)

Larissa hired Marilyn at first just as an attempt to foster good relationships between outcasts and normies, Nevermore Academy and Jericho. Marilyn would’ve known this.

As the principal Larissa wouldn’t be able to just ignore Marilyn like the rest of the faculty appears to do, so all of the beginning interactions are pretty forced.

One hell of a slowburn. Oh my gods. This is not a relationship that just happens. You're here for the long haul or you're not here at all. (I'm probably gonna speed through it tho cause this a hc/ ramble post, not an entire fic lol)

Marilyn just wants Larissa to like her and genuinely accept her. Sure she's accepted as a teacher but again...that's mostly just for other reasons.

They both develop a respect for the other's work ethic and determination over time though and that's...it, for awhile.

It's likely that it's that mutual respect that leads to a somewhat stable friendship.

Somewhat stable friendship leads to more mutual trust, which leads to actual friendship, and in turn leads conversations not work related. Personal subjects. Learning about each other. You know, typical gateway stuff to either being just best friends or one wanting the other to push them against the wall and kis-....nevermind.

Marilyn has these thoughts first, for sure, but it's early and she can tell that these feelings are not reciprocated.

Larissa knows something is up but given that they're friends now, probably best friends, she doesn't pry. It'd feel wrong, and it's not like the feelings are getting in the way of either of their jobs so...eh.

Marilyn feels like she's walking on thin ice and as though as any significant mistake could undo all of the progress made between the two women, and included in that list of potential mistakes is confessing that she thinks she fallen for Larissa. She hasn't at this point it's more of an infatuation but still.

Marilyn's infatuation dies down eventually but it leaves behind genuine love.

Larissa would start to reciprocate this love before realizing that she's getting genuinely close to someone (again) and no matter if we go with her and Gomez, Morticia, or both, she's going to be resistant to the new whatever their relationship is becoming no matter what.

So she distances herself, going back to primarily professional interactions, which makes Marilyn worry she's fucked up. She hasn't but she's worried about it.

When Wednesday shows up they both have to put whatever mess they've got going on off to the side to make sure shit doesn't hit the fan, which fails, but still.

Shit hitting the fan actually pushes them to interact with each other more which, in turn, leads to them having to acknowledge their feelings for each other.

It all comes to a head at the Rave'N when Marilyn asks Larissa if she was excited about hers, and of course Larissa opens up about only remembering disappointment since Gomez chose to ask Morticia to it and not her....and then, y'know, ✨murder✨ happened.

They talk a little bit more and Larissa can almost swear the punch has been spiked, so she asks Marilyn to watch it for a bit while she goes somewhere else in the room to watch the students.

The whole paint revenge happens and of course Larissa is distraught, and everyone goes back to their dorms while she waits for the police and Noble to figure out what happened and why it happened.

Once all of that is figured out she'd go back to her office/room, still upset. (sidenote: I'm convinced that her bedroom is connected to her office).

After Marilyn gets back from everything with Eugene and Wednesday she goes to tell Larissa about what just happened as best she can.

Now Larissa is surprised that anyone came to her office at this time of night, as everyone was undoubtedly still shaken up from the events of the night. She's happy to see Marilyn though, almost happy enough to get up and hug her. She didn't see the other woman at all during the final events of the night and was worried she'd been the monster's next victim.

Professionalism? Yeah that's thrown out the window here as Marilyn decides her paperwork can wait and ,although she'd feel bad for interrupting Larissa doing her own paperwork, it wouldn't stop her from rushing over and hugging the other.

They'd probably hug for so long that Larissa lets Marilyn sit down on her lap just so she can hold her closer, professional relationship be damned.

The stress of the night and the relief of seeing each other would probably make them confess their feelings to each other.

It feels like forever passes before they let go of each other, going to their respective bedrooms, and calling it a night (well after Larissa finishes her paperwork. She ain't letting that go unfinished).

The next day whenever the both of them has a chance, they talk about the night before to figure out if they both meant what they said. If they in Larissa's office, which they probably are, they share a cautious kiss, not actually kissing until they're sure the other is okay with/ wants it.

Larissa does have to work through her own feelings of being in love with a normie, and Marilyn with an outcast, but they work through them both on their own and together.

General Relationship Things

Y'know that picture of one woman straddling the other while doing her makeup? Larissa is on the bottom and Marilyn is straddling her.

Lots of romantic stuff behind closed doors in order to keep a professional appearance on the outside...although they smile more at each other than in other teachers.

They do each other's hair. I'm right and I know it.

Sitting in each other's offices while one does paperwork and such, and the other grades homework.

Matching. Pajamas. Idk why or how but that thought just fit them.

Dates out in Jericho disguised as work meetings with a different atmosphere.

Late night walks together, and definitely some kisses as long as no students are around.

Promise. Rings.

They definitely have those magnetic necklaces that connect with each other to form a heart. I considered bracelets but it'd be much easier to hide a necklace with their outfits.

Larissa listening to Marilyn ramble and infodump about plants.

Marilyn listening to Larissa talk about various famous outcasts throughout history.

They know each other's Weathervane orders in case only one of them has the time to go out to it.

Extra Thoughts

Now there's definitely an area of conflict here, and it's the fact that Marilyn Thornhill is Laurel Gates, an outcast hating bigot. If we roll with that thought, and her plans for Nevermore with Tyler Galpin/the Hyde and Joseph Crackstone, who's to say she wouldn't be prepared to betray her own feelings for the beliefs she was raised with? That she wouldn't stab Larissa anyway and push down the guilt, crying before going to target Wednesday and the rest of the kids at the academy?

She could also decide not to go through with her plans after all, after a lot thinking, but still kill Noble Walker as he was about to uncover her secrets anyway. Sure the prophecy can't happen is Wednesday isn't there, but it also can't happen if Marilyn decides that she doesn't want to do it. Tyler wouldn't be able to force her to do anything either as he's under her control.

I don't think she'd come clean to Larissa about anything either, choosing to keep everything in the dark. It'd be easier that way.

Although let's say Laurel Gates is someone that Marilyn is working with instead. Under this idea Tyler could be a Nevermore student (if Hyde's aren't banned, obviously) and Marilyn unlocked him for his own safety, and she could've simply been manipulated into helping with the plan. Marilyn subtly outs her for this, leaving evidence where Wednesday can obviously find it and put things together.

Would all that information coming to light hurt Marilyn's relationship with Larissa? Without a doubt, however, since Marilyn was manipulated into things I can see them going to therapy about it separately and together until they've moved past it. Larissa would also pull some strings so Tyler is expelled for murdering people, as a favor to Marilyn and for Tyler's late mother, regardless of whether or not she knew her personally.

I wrote this all in one go. No editing.

Thanks for ask anon!