#// if anyone sent in ones lowering the counter they did NOT go through

[serial-designation-vee]

Lower it to 3 asks?

"thank you.."

[whateverloomis]

Dilf!Billy Loomis x AFAB reader (Stepcest)

Warnings: Stepcest, predetermined family, fingering, teasing, p in v, roughness, infidelity, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight degradation, mentions of Stu, age gap (middle aged Billy and reader in their 20s,) AFAB reader (no pronouns,) unedited

Your mother had never been shy with her love life. She's had multiple partners after your dad passed away. Random hookups with attractive older men happened pretty often too. You're sure it's all been to fill the void and drown the unwanted emotions.

You've never really had the best relationship with her, you bud heads a lot and have grown distant since your biological dad passed, not to mention the countless arguments about every little inconvenience.

For that reason and many others you haven't been secretive about the attraction towards your step father, Billy Loomis. You don't care if he actually loves her or not. You'll let any selfish thoughts cross your mind and oh boy, you want that man inside you as soon as possible.

He's been living with you and your mother for 2 years and as time went by it got more difficult to contain yourself around him, especially since he openly flirts with you and you swear that one of these days you're going to jump on his cock the second you find a chance.

One particular day your mother left for the weekend on a business trip. You were more than sure that she'd been cheating on Billy with his best friend, Stu Macher. They've worked together for years and it's so obvious that they've got something going on.

To be completely honest, you wouldn't mind having Stu as your next step father. He's just as hot as Billy and you never miss the way that he checks you out whenever you're around him. Gosh, if you could have both of them at the same time you know you'd cum the second they both lay hands on you.

Being alone with Billy for the weekend was going to be difficult. You haven't hooked up with anyone in so long and touching yourself isn't satisfying anymore. The way he shamelessly walks around shirtless with sweatpants that highlight his cock drives you crazy and you don't know how you'll survive around him.

Because of that you were feeling bold. You wanted to risk it all, and you did.

It was a Saturday morning and you wake up ready to take the day off to relax after a long week. After you brushed your teeth and showered, you went to the kitchen in just a thong, a thin cotton crop and knee high socks. You knew Billy would walk in the kitchen any second after hearing the water turn off in the shower and were ready to pounce at any moment.

"Well good morning to you too." The sound of his deep voice instantly sent shivers down your spine.

Billy was standing against the countertop behind you shamelessly looking at your exposed ass and gorgeous legs. His hair was damp from the shower and slicked back. No shirt on. Grey sweatpants. He was out to hunt and you were his easy prey.

Turning around, you smiled innocently at him and pointed at the stove, "You want pancakes? I'm making myself some."

Billy could see right through you and he wasn't playing your games.

At your question he chuckled and walked towards you. His hands instantly found your waist and his eyes captured yours, "I'm hungry for something else," he said and squeezed your flesh slightly, his eyes lingering on your tits before scanning your face.

He was driving you mad. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip to suppress a pathetic moan that threatened to come out of you.

Billy seemed to notice and smirked at your reaction, "I don't think your mother would like knowing you're walking around the house looking like that while I'm here," he said and it was your turn to chuckle at his nonchalant comment.

"I don't think she'd like to see her husband grab me like he is right now but here we are," you answered and he lost it.

Billy ran his hands down and under your ass cheeks before picking you up. He sat you on the counter and positioned himself between your legs. His large hands rested on your thighs and he occasionally squeezed them.

"Don't use that tone with me," he said half serious and you laughed teasingly as his words.

"Why? Is daddy gonna ground me? Hm?" you teased further and Billy grabbed your face with his right hand under your jaw, making you look into his eyes. You smirked at him and that was enough, the man crashed his lips against yours and kissed you hungrily.

You were desperate. Both of you were. Your hands were tangled in his hair and he was holding you impossibly close to his body. He groped your ass as you rocked against him slowly.

He was hard and needy before, but having you like this was going to make him cum right then and there if he wasn't careful.

Billy slid one of his hands from your ass to your hip, down your inner thigh and finally over your core. He felt the wetness through the fabric of your thong and he gasped at you mockingly, "I've barely touched you and you're already soaked," he said and you whined softly. So desperate to feel him inside you. Your body ached for his cock.

The man couldn't contain himself much longer. He was already pulling your panties to the side and playing with your cunt. Rubbing your sensitive bud in circular motions and running his fingers down to your throbbing hole, dipping them just enough to pleasure you but not enough to satisfy the craving. He was torturing you. Torturing himself.

"Mm... Billy please," you moaned and grabbed his big hand, pushing his fingers all the way inside you and whining at the feeling of finally being filled up. It still wasn't enough but fuck did it feel amazing when he started to fuck you with his fingers.

You throbbed around him and he groaned at the feeling.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good... I bet you'll feel better around my dick," he whispered in your ear as you fucked yourself with his fingers.

You grabbed his cock and felt how big he is. Gosh you were so right when you imagined him as you rode your dildo in your room alone at night.

"Mmphh... Please fuck me," you begged and Billy pulled his fingers out of your cunt, sucking on them teasingly and moaning at your taste.

He pulled you towards him by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively. He held your legs around his middle and carried you to his and your mother's bedroom.

After he released you, you crawled on the bed and positioned yourself on the edge on all fours, giving him a perfect view of your behind. You slowly removed your thong for him and revealed your glistening cunt.

Billy groaned at the sight and pulled his sweatpants down just enough to release his throbbing cock. He wanted to eat you up and taste your whole body but right then he couldn't handle the sight of your waiting hole. He'd been wanting to bury himself inside you for so long, and when he finally did you both moaned at the same time.

He didn't bother to wear protection and you honestly didn't give a fuck at that point. You didn't care if your stepfather knocked you up, as fucked up as it sounds.

"Ahh fuck... Harder Daddy, harder!" You nearly screamed, and to that he complied.

Billy grabbed your hips harshly and pounded you hard enough that you felt his cock all the way up your stomach. He pressed your head against the mattress, your back arched perfectly for him and the sight of your ass cheeks bouncing against him was nearly enough to make him cum inside you, but he was smarter than that of course.

"Getting fucked by your stepfather, who does that?" He shamed you and it made you throb around him. You were nearly going to cum just by hearing his words, it was a chase for release between the two of you.

After a few more thrusts the knot inside you finally broke as his tip brushed against your gspot. You came around him and screamed at the feeling of the intense waves that were coursing through your body. You had one, two, three mini orgasms after the big O and fuck you needed more.

Billy nearly bust his load inside your sweet pussy, but he managed to pull out and cum all over your back. He took a mental picture at how good your body looked covered in his seed.

"I'll clean up the mess for you," he whispered teasingly before giving you a lingering kiss.

As he walked into the bathroom you heard the front door open. Your mom and Stus voice echoed in the living room.

Fuck.

"I'll take care of it..."

•

I know I know, we hate cliffhangers but I love teasing y'all :p ;)

Hope you enjoyed reading <33

[munson-blurbs]

https://www.tumblr.com/munson-blurbs/756854229024620544/i-wanna-write-a-smutty-blurb-either-eddie-x?source=share

A smutty blurb, huh? Ok what about phone sex with Eddie? Reader has been away for college and they miss each others a lot, miss touching each others and they get carried away during a phone call.

Or maybe, one where they are in a secret relationship but it's getting more and more difficult to not being affectionate towards each others when they are with others, so one day during a sleepover at one of their friends house, while everyone else is asleep, they go hide in a bathroom and they go from kissing to have sex on the counter

I went with the second option! My brain saw it and I sprinted to my Google Docs.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), an inconvenient boner, fingering, unprotected p in v, kind of public sex, secret relationship, sneaking around

WC: 1.5k

“Hey.”

Eddie’s soft voice was barely audible over the hum of the TV and Robin’s sporadic snores. Nancy and Jonathan had claimed the sofa bed and were currently curled up in the center of the Buckley’s living room. You had laid your blanket as far away from Eddie as possible, so as not to draw any suspicion from the rest of the group. 

But he stood above where you’d been trying to sleep, towering over you. Had he noticed you pressing your legs together as you tried to quell the desire building between them? Did he know that you were replaying memories of him kissing your neck as he pushed into you?

“Hey,” you managed, smiling up at him. “You okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. I’m good.” He glanced around the room, making sure everyone else was sound asleep. “I was just thinking about you, and, um…” 

Your eyes widened when he gestured to the tent in his pants, now backlit by the TV screen. 

“Was hoping you could help me out.” 

You nearly melted at the sheepishness in his smile. God, he was adorable even when he was horny; you didn’t realize that was possible. 

“Yeah, of course.” Your stomach flip-flopped when he offered out his hand; you took it and followed him to the bathroom. 

Eddie’s lips were on yours the moment the door locked behind you. You could feel his erection through his pajamas, pre-cum leaking through and giving evidence of the way his cock curved slightly left when he got hard. 

He moaned when you pressed your body against his. “I’m so hard, it hurts.” He nipped at your bottom lip, snaking a hand up your shirt and groaning again. “Love when you wear pajamas.” His thumb grazed your nipple. “Because it means you’re not wearing a bra.”

You hummed in agreement, though following even the simplest conversation seemed impossible now. 

Eddie’s other hand trailed down past the elastic waistband of your shorts. He all but whimpered when he felt the wetness awaiting him. 

“I was thinking about you, too,” you confessed. 

He grinned against your neck. “What about me?” His middle finger easily found your clit, making deliberate circles that sent pleasure rippling through you. 

You took a moment to collect yourself, already hypnotized by his touch. “About that time we cut class and you ate me out in your van.” Your breath hitched in your throat. “A-And then I offered to suck you off, but you al-already came.”

The memory came rushing back: his desperation to please you, culminating with a pair of ruined jeans and another sloppy make-out session. 

“I was a bad influence on you that day, huh? Ditching school…fooling around in public…” Eddie gripped your hips, supporting you as you hoisted yourself onto the bathroom counter. 

You shoved Robin’s hair dryer aside and scooted back. Eddie tugged down your pajama pants, then your panties, his tongue darting out over his lower lip when he saw you fully on display for him. 

“Anyone could’ve caught us,” he continued. Taking a step closer, he ran his middle finger through the wetness between your legs before sliding it inside you. “We’ve gotta be careful. Don’t want people getting suspicious.”

You could only manage a nod, gripping the counter’s edge, as he filled you with just one thick finger. He kept the rhythm slow and even, working you with a patience you hadn’t known existed. You wanted all of him, and you wanted him now, but he seemed perfectly content to focus on your pleasure. 

Eddie’s ring finger joined his middle, both curling upwards to hit your sweet spot. “How’s that?” He murmured in your ear. 

“G-Good. Little faster, maybe?” He eagerly complied, sending euphoric surges through your body. “Perfect. Oh my god, oh my fucking god, yes!”

The exclamation came out louder than you intended, sending Eddie into peals of laughter. “Sshh,” he managed, slowing his pace slightly. “We don’t want them waking up.”

Now that would be a conversation for the ages. How could you possibly explain to your friends why Eddie was two fingers deep inside of you? Sure, you all had been studying for the science final, but it wasn’t an anatomy class. It was awkward enough when you struggled to concentrate during Nancy’s rapid-fire quizzing. And then Robin had to repeat what she’d read from her notes because you kept staring at Eddie’s tongue poking between his lips. 

You clamped your lips shut now, focusing your energy on your trembling legs. He just knew how to touch you, how to make you feel good, after months of sneaking around. His fingers learned your body like they had once learned to play the guitar. 

And damn, if you two didn’t make some beautiful music together.

“Eddie.” You tried to tell him how close you were, that he was bringing you to the edge, but there was only one word you could utter. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…”

“That’s my girl. Let go for me.” His voice was husky, gaze meeting yours. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

You clenched around his fingers, chanting his name as quietly as you could. His pet name for you reverberated through your mind. My girl. You were Eddie’s girl, and every part of you ached for the world to know.

“Baby, can I…” Eddie’s breath tickled your neck as he gingerly withdrew his fingers and palmed the bulge straining against his pajama pants. As soon as you nodded, he loosened the drawstring and pulled his cock free. “Sh-Shit, fuckin’...” He trailed off as he stroked himself, using your arousal as a makeshift lubricant. 

The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, your body welcoming him without resistance. A whine escaped your throat; this time, Eddie didn’t even attempt to quiet you.

His fingers gripped your hips to keep you in place, your own nails digging into his back with enough force to leave crescent-shaped indents through his t-shirt and into his skin. Each thrust had you holding him tighter as he grew harder still inside you. 

“Goddamn, you feel perfect.” Sweat matted Eddie’s curls to his face, and you pushed the strands out of his eyes and tucked them behind his ear. “Thanks, baby.” He kissed you, a token of his appreciation and his desire. 

Everything melted when his lips were on yours. They always did; it was as though the rest of the world faded away. The stress of final exams, the whirlwind of events between prom and graduation and college, the weighty expectations on your shoulders…they evaporated when Eddie kissed you. 

Eddie kept his nose to yours, sneaking kisses whenever he caught his breath. “Can never get close enough to you, I fuckin’ swear.” Each snap of his hips brought you both hurtling towards climax, and you could tell that Eddie was trying to hold out so you’d finish first. 

“I wanna come with you.” Your fingers weaved through his hair as you pulled yourself closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Don’t hold back, okay? I want you.”

He nodded, his kisses sloppier and only halfway on your lips as his orgasm neared. “Say that again for me?”

The slight tremor in his voice turned the command into a whine and weakened your minimal remaining resolve. “I want you. I want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” Eddie spoke through clenched teeth as he moved faster, harder, more determined. “Yeah, you want me? Or you need me?”

“Need you. Need you, I need you…oh my god, I need you!”

His mouth curved into a knowing smile, though you thought you spotted some relief behind it, too. As if he was glad that you wanted this as much as he did. How could you not? 

You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your breast. Eddie squeezed, feeling your nipple pebbling beneath your shirt.

“Fuck, I…I’m gonna…” He thrusted into you—hard—and spilled into you with a groan. “Oh my god…holy shit…”

Eddie’s chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, his orgasm slowly releasing him from its alluring grasp. “Baby…” He looked at you, eyes widening in realization. “You didn’t get to come.”

“I did.”

“I’m not talking about earlier.” Eddie shook his head. “You didn’t get to come during, like, the actual sex.”

There was no use denying it; he knew all of your tells too well by now. “No,” you admitted. Dejection brought Eddie’s gaze from your eyes to the tile floor. “But it’s okay. Really.”

He shook his head again. “It’s not okay. I wanna make you feel good, y’know? You’re my girl.”

There was that name again, accompanied by butterflies in your stomach. “Guess that just means you owe me an extra orgasm next time.”

“Well, ‘next time’ better not be in my bathroom!” Robin’s disgusted voice rang through the door. “I swear, if there’s an ass print—or worse—on the counter…”

“Looks like they know now.” Eddie smiled as he kissed you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “You ready for the interrogation of a lifetime?”

You laughed as he helped you down from the counter. “We should probably wipe off my ass print, first.”

“Very true. Your ass and its prints are for my eyes only, baby.”

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[fookingmuffins]

it's time to go

James potter x reader

Summary: Angst. You love James, but it's time to go.

Warning: cheating, screaming and James being a dick.

A/n: lmao I really ran after posting like 4 fics, but I'm doing a little better and even though I'm stressed with uni I've been dying to write something, so I hope y'all enjoy. (This actually took me so long to finish and i dont lobe the ending but i needs to move on, oops)

You sighed as you prepared to open the door to the house you shared with James. Once upon a time, you would've rushed in without a second thought. But lately the war had taken a toll on the two of you. Once happy moments were now filled with fear and dread, making you feel like you were drowning. And no matter how hard you tried to hold on to the love of your life, you could feel him shutting you out. James had always been an open book anyone who ever met him knew that, but lately he had built this wall meant to keep you away, only you. At first, you tried to understand and be patient considering everything you two were going through, but after countless fights of you begging for him to talk to you, you were tired. You squeezed your eyes shut once before pushing the door open and plastering a fake smile in your face, maybe today would be different.

"Jamie, I'm home, I brought your favorite from the bakery by my work!" you shouted into the house buy were greeted with only silence. After checking the house you realized you were alone which immediately sent you into a spiral of worry since James was supposed to be here an hour ago but deciding that maybe he had gotten caught up with something you tried to ignore your panic and start getting ready for your friend's Alice’s engagement party.

You heard the door open and close while you were finishing up with your hair, causing you to get up and genuinely smile when you saw James make his way to the bedroom that the two of you shared.

"I was wondering where you were, I got you some pastries they are in the counter." you tried, but he just gave you a tight-lipped smile with a wave before passing by you to your shared bedroom. You went after him and saw he was getting ready to jump in the shower. Figuring it was going to be another quiet afternoon, you sat at your vanity staring at yourself in the mirror holding back the tears threatening to spill and ruin your makeup and just prayed that at the wedding maybe you two could have fun like you used to. You didn't even realize how long you sat there until you heard James get out of the bathroom and start getting ready, and you decided to just get dressed too and sit by the window with a book while you waited for James to be ready.

"Are you okay?" You were broken out of your train of thought by James’s question.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be. " You answered, giving him a similar smile to the one he gave you when he arrived.

"I don't know, you just keep staring into space, and it's kinda creepy." he tried to joke, but what once would've made you smile and roll your eyes instead caused a knot to form at your throat again, and you felt tears prickling your eyes once again.

"Well what am I supposed to do is not like I can talk to you anymore James you always shut me out, and I don’t know what to do anymore to get you to bring down the walls that keep shutting me out! I don't even know what I did for you to shut me out!" You couldn't help but let out everything for the millionth time, hoping that maybe today would be the last time you two were having this conversation and that he would finally open up and let you two go back to normal.

However, you soon realized that it was only wishful thinking because James immediately lowered his head and mumbled "For fuck's sake y/n not this again"

"Yes, this again, James! Please talk to me! Stop shutting me out, please!" you were a sobbing mess by this point, begging him to let you in, not caring if you ruined your makeup.

But James just shook his head and walked out, "I'll wait for you in the car while you get cleaned up, we can't do this right now, or we’ll be late." just like that, he left you alone frozen with mascara running down your cheeks. You felt numb and just quickly tried to clean up but when you were done and staring at your reflection stare back at you with puffy red eyes you just felt pathetic.

On the way neither one of you talked James kept his eyes on the road while you looked out the window too lost in your thoughts to realize your usual music that would usually be playing while the two of you drove was not playing, James realized, and he felt like he was suffocating in the empty car ride.

The wedding was beautiful and despite your problems you couldn't help but imagine that one day it would maybe be you and James standing in an altar professing your love in front of all your friends and family. You turned to look at him as Alice and Ben were sharing their vows, only to catch him staring at Lily, and she was staring right back at him. You felt something break in you as confusion overtook you. Why is he looking at her?

Was she the reason that you were slowly getting kicked to the curb? Back in Hogwarts everyone knew that James was obsessed with Lily but when she finally gave him a chance things just didn't work out. Then you caught James's attention, and the rest is history.

You tried to focus on the happy couple in the altar as the ceremony came to an end, but you felt someone was stabbing you and twisting the knife.

By some miracle during the reception James asked you to dance which shocked you, but his eyes seemed so sincere and like they were almost begging that you couldn't help but to foolishly be filled with hope once again. As you took his hand, he genuinely smiled at you again the way he used to with that same boyish grin that made you fall for him 5 years ago.

The two of you danced in the center of the dance floor spinning and laughing around, you had not been this happy in so long. After a particularly long fit of giggles, James pulled you closer and looked into your eyes with a spark that the two of you hadn't shared in months. When you two were about to lock lips, someone cleared their throat besides you two and the two of you pulled slightly away.

"James could I have a word with you please?" Lily asked looking at James who immediately pulled away from you and went with her after telling you he'd be right back. Just like that you were brought back to reality the cloud 9 that you had been in for a little bit long gone, and again the sinking feeling invaded you, feeling like you were drowning. You needed a drink.

You went to the bar and after getting your drink you decided it wasn't enough, and you needed air. You walked out of the salon where everybody was and made your way to the garden, and that's when you heard it.

"James! You said you two were over, but it sure as hell doesn't look like it! I can't beli-"

"I know, I know, but I can explain Lily please! I-I-I came here with her because she was embarrassed to come alone, so I promised this would be our last outing together." You felt your heart stop, air getting caught in your throat.

"What? That doesn't-" Lily started as you felt the glass in your hands slip and shatter on the ground.

Both of them froze and looked at where you were standing, you could feel a knot forming in your throat but glared at the pair in front of you with tears forming in your eyes.

"Y/n I can explain!"

" I think both of us want an explanation, James, but she deserves it more. Y/n/n I'm so sorry I had no idea you two were still together." Lily went to walk away and James was about to chase after her when she heard you scoff and as you turned around.

"Say goodbye to Alice and Ben for me, would you? I have to go." you rushed out before basically sprinting to the nearest exit, hearing James chase after you, which wasn't hard considering he was taller than you and an athlete. He grabbed your arm when you two had made it to the parking lot and turned you around.

"So that's why I'm getting the cold shoulder." you blurted out before whatever he was able to utter whatever shit excuse he was going to tell you. You almost wanted to laugh, which made you feel like you were insane, but you thought about all the hours you had spent over the past couple of months looking in the mirror trying to see what was wrong with you, overanalyzing every tiny detail in your face. Laying in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything you had done that day that might have set James off.

"No no baby, I swear it's not what it looks like, Lily is just bitter we didn't work out, and she's trying to sabotage us! I've just been so stressed because of it, and I am so sorry I let it out on you."

"Bullshit James! You were literally just talking shit about me before i showed up and ruined your little act." You were seething by this point, and James flinched after your outburst. You had never been one to scream, and he knew that, but right now you honestly felt like nothing was the same and you weren't the same. "A-and you wanted to chase after her and you know what? maybe you should. Maybe you have a better shot at getting her back because we are over James Potter! I-I am so tired... I-" You were crying from all the different emotions you were feeling at that moment. Finally getting some enlightenment about why your relationship was dying gave you some relief of the crushing pain you were feeling being hunted by the "what if's" and "why's" you weren't the problem.

James tried to get close and wrap his arms around you. god he felt like an idiot for hurting you. He honestly doesn't know what he was thinking. He had hoped you never found out and had planned to break up with Lily soon enough, but he just needed to explore a little what it could've been like if he had stayed with her. Plus the thrill of it was something that James had loved for the time being, but he never wanted to hurt you. His heart broke at the sight of you, he couldn't imagine what you were feeling.

"Don't even think about it! Don't ever touch me again don't ever look at me, I hate you so much Potter, I don't want to know anything about you from this day on James! We now mean nothing to me, we are strangers!" You glared at him in a way he had never seen you look at anyone, and felt his heart drop.

He tried to protest, feeling the tears leave his own eyes at the idea of losing you completely forever. But you just turned around and walked away.

[ivystoryweaver]

Day 1: I'm So Sorry (Outcome 3)

Angstember Prompt Post || Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: hurt/comfort, violence, wounds, blood. Happy ending.

You had a job to do. It was him or you.

You parachuted in to the remote area of Alaska he occupied. Then came the miles-long hike.

Thankful for the good shape you were in due to your intense training, you made it to his cabin by dusk. Probably stupid to hike to your mark during daylight, but more foolish to hike during frigid darkness.

The cabin was hidden enough, and no smoke billowed from the chimney. He probably froze on the regular just to further hide himself. You'd never met a more stubborn or determined man.

Determined to win you, long ago.

You paused a moment to collect your thoughts and steel yourself. Despite your stealthy efforts, he no doubt already knew you were here.

You didn't make it one step closer to his doorway when a shotgun cocked dramatically behind you.

"I've been waiting for you."

God, it had been so long since you'd heard his voice. But you were trained to be stronger than to melt at the sound of it.

"Whatever you came to do, it's not going to happen. I should kill you for even coming here," he added. The rough anguish in his voice reached deep inside you to stir forgotten yearnings.

Now to accomplish an improbable task: getting him to trust you. It was either win his trust or end his life. And the latter was not an option for you, despite your mission's directive.

"I came here to warn you. To give you a head start," you told him, an unplanned waver shaking your voice.

You thought he would have recognized you before, possibly from behind, or from surveillance. His next action alerted you to the fact that it was your voice that gave you away.

He stalked in determined strides around to face you, mouth open, dark eyes glistening with betrayal. "They sent you?" He never lowered his weapon.

You swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of him after so long apart - the years and the environment making him more ruggedly handsome than you could have imagined: stunning brown skin and inky curls against a curtain of white winter.

"I volunteered," you carefully admitted.

He withdrew, as if stung...wounded. "Why? It could have been anyone else."

Resisting the urge to approach him, you hoped he would listen. "Something's happening. They're...eliminating people. So many. Operation Outcome is being erased. I volunteered for this. To warn you. To get you out."

He shook his head, his stubbled jaw clenching. "Show me your weapons. Slowly."

You nodded, carefully removing several guns and daggers before holding your hands back up in surrender.

With a slight tip of his head, he indicated you should go inside. He motioned for you to take a seat at a creaky wooden kitchen table, securing your wrists before searching you for more weapons. The feel of his hands, even through your snow suit, sent memories flooding through your mind and body.

He found a dagger you neglected to produce outside. The corner of his mouth curled. "You used to keep this one on your right thigh."

That was back when both the dagger and you belonged to him.

He didn't arm himself to interrogate you, but simply leaned against the kitchen counter and folded his arms over his sweater covered chest. In another setting, he would appear almost cozy.

"You said you're here to warn me, but we both know that's not true," he said, regarding you carefully. "So, how far behind you are they? Or did you come to do the job yourself?"

You shook your head adamantly. "I'm here alone. This is my mission." Tugging against your restraints, you groaned. "Look, this is all the help you're going to get. They'll send a drone if I don't report back. They'll kill us both."

"That still doesn't explain why you're here." His eyes traveled up and down the curves of your bound body. "You really needed to see this through, didn't you?"

"I stayed with the company. That doesn't mean I want you dead," you passionately argued. "You're the one who - "

"Shh!" He hissed, extending his arm to hush you. Glancing at his security monitors, he realized a drone had arrived to fire on the cabin. With determined strides, he took your dagger and flicked it through your bonds.

Hauling you out of the chair, he dragged you out the back door, screaming at you to run.

A concussive blast sent your bodies flying, partially deafening you. Your world went black.

You awakened in cold darkness, save for a small, crackling fire. Attempting to talk, it came out as a whimper.

He shushed you, but gently this time. "I didn't know if you would wake up," he confessed, scooting closer to you.

His voice sounded garbled and everything hurt. He brought water to your lips and encouraged you to keep drinking small sips. He offered you a bite of the rabbit he killed, but your stomach roiled in protest.

All you wanted was to sleep.

"I'm pretty sure you have a concussion. You can't go back to sleep. Not all night anyway."

You didn't remember much except that he seemed to keep waking you up and asking you simple questions to check on your concussion. He also coaxed you to drink each time.

Dawn broke and you realized he was asleep with you, holding you. Your body quickly remembered the safety of his embrace and you sank into him gratefully. Even out here in the wilderness, he still smelled so familiar.

You felt physically awful, but marginally more clearheaded. At least enough to notice a scrape marring the side of his beautiful face. His lip was split and there was no telling what else might be wrong underneath his bulky sweater.

Brushing thick, dark curls away from his eyes, you gazed longingly at the man you used to love.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, your head hurting too much to cry. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

His eyes flickered open and he flinched, seeing you so close.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you soothed. “It’s just me. I’m sorry. So sorry.”

You reached for his face. "I couldn't let them kill you."

He managed a weak smile, reaching for the hem of his sweater. With difficulty, he raised the hem of the wool, as well as the thermal shirt underneath to reveal a sizable shard of metal lodged in his abdomen.

"Too late to stop that, I think."

Tears flooded your eyes as you inspected the wound with soft fingertips.

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Kinda busy," he huffed, easing onto his back with a groan, his breath labored.

You needed a hospital. You needed a lot of things. But you just wanted him to live. That was the whole point of you being here. So he would live.

"Busy saving my ass, as usual," you tearfully nodded, yanking off your scarf to tie tightly around his abdomen.

"Don't think that's gonna help, honey."

You swatted his hand away. "You don't get to die on me. Do you hear me?" You grabbed his sweater, twisting desperately. "I'm now unemployed and as much of a fugitive as you are. So you don't get to leave me."

"Why did you come back? Thought you'd never forgive me." His eyes struggled to remain open as his dark curls splayed across stark white snow.

"Please don't leave me." You whispered his name. His real name. The one he told you so long ago, when he had you underneath him, your bodies joined as secrets spilled out.

It was the last thing he heard.

He woke up underneath a shabby, handmade quilt, smelling of mothballs, with you by his bedside.

"Oh thank god," you breathed, blooming to life at the sight of him conscious.

"Where...am I?" He rasped, his throat raw with thirst.

"You're safe," you explained, offering him a sip of water. "I used all my savings to have a very questionable man operate on your stomach. But you'll live." Smiling softly down at him, you brushed his thick curls away from his eyes.

He tried to sit up, but immediately hissed in pain.

"Take it easy," you instructed him gently.

His eyes landed on yours, dark eyebrows arching pleadingly. "So this means you forgive me?"

Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his parched lips. "You left to save my life. And you almost died saving me again." Touching your forehead to his, you whispered his name again. "You're forgiven."

He smiled, relief crinkling the corners of his eyes before he kissed you back.

"Oh, and we're Canadian now, by the way. Gotta lay low...for a long time."

"The rest of our lives?" His eyebrows shot up inquisitively.

"Yeah," you whispered, "the rest of our lives."

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[thebadgerclan]

The Only Thing He Has Left

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: You are the only thing he has left...

dragotsennaya devushka--precious girl

A/N: I have a pretty dark idea for a part 2, which I’m gonna write too bc I can’t be stopped 😂

She stood across from him, the War Room table between them.  Where was she, really?  That was what Aleksander wondered every time he saw her through the tether, where was his Summoner?  Alina appeared to him in her kefta from the Winter Fete, but he knew that particular garment was long long lost.  How did he appear to her?  Was he how she last saw him, or did she see his scars?

“I meant what I told you, all those months ago,” Aleksander said.  “I promised that you and I would change the world.”  “That is never going to happen,” Alina countered.  “I’ll destroy the only thing you have left.”  Her words were purposeful, her glare icy, and Aleksander immediately knew what she meant.  His Army was fractured, his nation was now embroiled in a Civil War, there was little that Aleksander still held dear.  Except…

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his hands tingling as panic filled him.  “Wouldn’t I?  You have no idea what I will or won't do.”  Aleksander stepped around the table, causing Alina to stumble backwards a bit.  “Mark my words, Miss Starkov, if you even think about harming my wife, I will make you suffer as you have never suffered before.”  Alina, to her credit, did not blanch, did not show the fear she no doubt felt, but drew herself up straighter.

“I’d like to see you try.”  Rage filled him, and Aleksander summoned the Cut, slicing the tether-version of Alina in two.  The map of Ravka on the far wall took the brunt of his anger, ironically directly over the ink symbolizing the Fold, and Aleksander let his anger carry him through the corridors to you.  “Inessa!” he called, summoning the head of his oprichniki.  “Yes, moi soverennyi?”

“Y/N is to be guarded at all times from this point out,” your husband ordered.  “I want at least 7 soldiers on her detail around the clock, our most skilled and deadliest.  No one gets within 20 feet of her without my say so, am I clear?”  Inessa nodded, keeping pace with Aleksander as he strode down the hall.  “Da, moi sovernnyi.  Is there anyone in particular you’d like on her detail?”

“Pasha and Liza, otherwise, use your judgment.”  “Yes, sir.”  Inessa bowed and turned to leave, preparing to make her new assignments.  Aleksander found you at your desk in your shared rooms, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he sent four of his nichevo’ya to stand watch.  “Aleksander, what’s going on?” you asked, rising from your seat.  “What happened?”

“Alina has threatened to…” he choked back tears, and you knew then that whatever had happened was serious.  “She threatened to kill you.”  “W-what?”  You hadn’t seen the Sun Summoner since the Winter Fete, but you’d heard how powerful she’d become, and you knew how deep her hatred for your husband ran.  Alina would do whatever was necessary to take him down, and you knew that if you got in her way, you’d be just another obstacle in her way.

Fear had your legs trembling, and you shakily lowered yourself back to your seat.  Aleksander took your hands and followed you down, kneeling at your side.  “Y/N, look at me, darling.  I will not let her hurt you.  If she even gets near you, she will die.  And it will be a slow, painful death.”  “Sasha?”  “Yes, dragotsennaya devushka?”  “I’m scared.”  Your husband gently tugged on your hands, and you fell into his lap, burying your face in his chest, his arms wrapping snugly around you.

“I know, Y/N,” he said.  “I am too.  But I will always protect you, until I am dust on the wind, I will defend you with my life.”  You said nothing, snuggling closer to your husband, letting the scent of his cologne calm you.  “I love you, Y/N,” Aleksander said, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair.  “My sweet darling, I love you so much.  I’ll always keep you safe.”  “I love you too, Aleksander,” you said.  The Sun Summoner could make whatever threats she liked; if she decided to move, Aleksander would be ready.

[fizziepopangel]

Hi, I was searching for a huskerdust angsty fic... I read the one you wrote, called "ain't the romantic type". I was searching for the part 2, but I could't find any. Do you plan on writing a second part? (Sorry if you already wrote it or if you already answered the question)☆

Hey! I am so sorry for the delay, my health has been up and down lately so I've mostly been working on headcanons and reblogging others posts since they're a little easier when my brain is kinda foggy, but here is part 2! Though this was mean to be a two part fic, it will enf up being three😅Part 3 will be the final installation, and it should be up in a much more timely manner!

For anyone who missed it, you can read part 1 here

"Ain't the Romantic Type" Pt2

“What’s going on?” Vaggie asked, her face set in a hard stare as she clutched her spear, ready

for a fight the second she burst through the door. “We heard yelling.”

Charlie came in behind her girlfriend, her horns on full display and her eyes red as she prepared to face whatever threat was in her hotel…. But it all faded when she saw the scene in front of her. Angel, sobbing and trembling on the ground and Husk standing over him….

Charlie pushed past her girlfriend, dropping to her knees beside Angel and immediately trying to comfort the spider demon. “Oh! Angel!” 

Vaggie’s eyes scanned the room one last time before she finally let herself lower her spear. She looked between where her other half sat on the ground attempting to calm their friend, and where Husk stood in front of them, Fat Nuggets still stood between him and where his boyfriend sat in a sobbing mess…. Her mouth hung open after a moment of staring at what they had walked into. “Did you… hit him?”

Husk’s head snapped in her direction, his mouth falling open. He knew he wasn’t the best man; he was in hell after all, but he wasn’t that type of man. The words stuck in his throat as he tried to find something, anything, to say to tell her that it was just a misunderstanding and that he would never…..

“Vaggie!” Charlie scolded, cutting off the hell cat’s thoughts. “Husk would never…. Right?”

Husk’s heart nearly stopped when Charlie’s confident tone turned questioning as she looked up at him. He looked at the princess, his boyfriend curled up in her arms sobbing and clinging to her as if she were his lifeline; as if he needed her to protect him.

“I…” Husk felt bile rising in his throat as tears began to blur the edges of his vision. He wanted so badly to defend himself, defend the situation… But before he could say anything, his body was moving. He was on autopilot and suddenly he had shoved past Vaggie and was halfway down the hall, ignoring the shouts coming from behind him as his hand outstretched for his door.

The door slammed shut behind him and he shot to his bathroom just in time to empty the meager contents of his stomach into the sink. 

As he wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his nice jacket, he caught a glimpse of himself in the broken mirror and the tears that had once blurred just the edges of his vision suddenly began to pour over. His shattered reflection looked pathetic.

“Fuck.” He grumbled, staring at the man in the mirror and wondering how everything had gone so wrong, wondering why he had even tried. 

“Fuck!” With one swipe, Husk sent everything from his bathroom counter crashing to the floor…. But it didn’t make him feel any better… It didn’t change anything that happened; didn’t change the way Charlie and Vaggie had assumed he’d hit Angel, didn’t change the way his boyfriend looked at him….

A hand flew to his mouth as he tried to muffle the end of the almost primal sob that tore out of him as he sank to his knees in front of the bathroom counter. He was trembling, his heart raced, his world seemed to be crumbling and the old demon wasn’t sure he could take it this time.

A hand on his shoulder made him jump, but he couldn’t bring himself to move from where he sat on the floor or even turn to face whoever was touching him as the tears fell down his cheeks. He felt the space beside him empty for a few moments before he felt someone place a bottle of whiskey in his hand. Though he still couldn’t bring himself to look at whoever was there, he took it and took a long swig before leaning his head back against the wall and just letting the tears fall.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before the words came to him. “I didn’t hit him.” He muttered, his voice still thick with emotions he had wanted to keep contained. “I… I didn’t…”

“I know.” Husk looked up with tired, red eyes, finding an unusually calm and quiet Niffty standing at his side with an innocent, worried expression. “You’re not like the bad people. You don’t hurt the people you love… And you love Angel.”

His breath caught in his throat as he nodded. “Yeah…” Before he could say anything more, he felt the smaller demon wrap her arms around him, and although he had never been one for hugs or any of that touchy feely crap, he sank into the gentle hug, unable to keep himself from breaking again.

The Next Morning

Angel woke up in Charlie and Vaggie’s room, still wearing the clothes he came home from the studio in, Fat Nuggets snoring softly beside him. The spider demon sat up slowly, his body still feeling the aftermath of the night before, and his head was killing him after all the crying he had done… His heart sank as the events of the past 24 hours came flooding back.

“Ah fuck.” He sighed, his head falling into his hands. A fresh round of tears threatened to spill as he tried to take a deep breath, flashes of Husk’s face playing in his mind on loop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

A soft oink pulls him from his thoughts as Fat Nuggets bumped his snout against his owner’s arm. Angel looked down to see the little pig staring up at him with a worried expression. Angel sighs, shaking his head a bit and running a hand down his face. “I’m ok, Nuggs….”

Angel felt a few tears slide down his cheeks as he looked at his sweet little friend. “I-Ijust… i think I fucked up.” He sniffled as the pig climbed into his lap. “I fucked up…. God, I fucked up. Fuck!” 

After a few moments of wrestling with the tears, Angel managed to swallow them and put on his usual mask before getting out of bed and grabbing Fat Nuggets before making his way out the door. 

Fat Nuggets didn’t question where he was being taken, though part of him worried as he watched his owner walk down the corridor and pass their room completely…. Although the pig hoped they would go to Husk’s room, a place his owner always seemed to smile and laugh, his worry grew as they approached the end of the hall and Angel set him down, staring at the air conditioning vent intently. He watched his beloved owner wrestle with the idea for a moment before reaching up and popping the vent open.

“Come on, Nuggs.” The spider demon said quietly as he pulled a small, powder filled baggie and tucked it into the inner pocket of his jacket.

Fat Nuggets followed behind him, memories of the last time his friend brought one of those little bags home flooding his memories. The little creature wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he knew that whenever he brought one home, the owner he loved was…. different somehow. He didn’t like it.

As the pair reached the door to their room, Angel hesitated as his hand hovered over the door knob. Part of him was terrified that Husk would be there. He wasn’t afraid of his boyfriend, but after what happened the night before, he worried that Husk would decide he wasn’t worth the effort; he worried that he would open the door to find the Hellcat waiting to tell him that it was over… Angel wasn’t sure he could handle that.

After a deep breath, Angel opened the door.

The room seemed… bigger somehow…. Or maybe Angel felt smaller than he normally did as he stepped inside his room. He wasn’t sure what felt so different until the smell hit him; vanilla…

Angel  looked over to the coffee table where the sweet smell wafted from the smoke of the burnt out candles, mixing in the air with the savory smell of cold steak and the lingering scent of Husk’s cologne. The events of the previous night were still so fresh in his mind as he walked over to the little dinner his boyfriend had made.

“Candles…. Steak?” Angel felt tears brimming in his eyes. “He… he really went all out… And I… I ruined it.”

Turning away, he made his way toward his bathroom, baggie in hand.

Fat Nuggets watched from the doorway as Angel took the bag and poured some of the powder out on the counter, not sure how he could help his owner at this point when his squeals and oinks fell on deaf ears.

As Angel lined up the powder, his stomach twisted. He hadn’t used in quite a while, between Charlie’s therapy and redemption training, and his relationship with Husk, he hadn’t even really thought about using in months, but he needed…. He needed something to numb his senses, something to make him forget, something to make him feel good after everything that happened last night.

Angel looked from the line he had just set up to his own reflection. He hated what the mirror showed; the deep circles beneath his red rimmed eyes, the unkempt state of his hair, the torn fishnets from work the night before. “Pathetic.” He muttered at the man looking back at him from the mirror. “You fucked this up just like you fucked everything else up.”

Looking down at the line, he sighed before his head dipped down to the counter and he inhaled deeply, the powder burning his nose as the high hit him….

[smoshmouthfastnights]

fic: beautiful oblivion (part one)

summary: "Later that day - much later - when she and Amanda are safe in the parking lot away from prying eyes and ears, she’ll admit that she was imagining Amanda all over her while making direct eye contact with Shayne and that it sent her whole world barreling off its axis."

special shout out to @poppyfamily for all the inspiration and the beautiful moodboard!

note: none of this is meant to represent the real people or their thoughts/feelings. this is all pretend.

The break room was empty, which wasn’t typical for a Tuesday morning. Amanda wondered absently if she was super early or if everyone else was unusually late. Most days, she walked in to find Shayne already standing at the coffee machine with two mugs placed beside him. It’d become a habit they’d fallen into since the podcast started; it was either the first thing they shot during a block or the last thing. Either way, coffee was required. 

Today, Amanda was alone. At least for the moment. Shayne was probably still in his morning workout. Everyone else was always fashionably late. Angela, Chanse, Trevor and Arasha were the kind of people who walked in with smoothies or food from the nearby cafe. They met there every morning. Amanda joined them every once in awhile, but she hadn’t since she and Courtney…

Courtney. 

Amanda’s grip on her mug tightened. The coffee was still brewing. The machine was whirring and squeaking through its process, but Amanda couldn’t hear it anymore. She was being mentally whisked back to last night and the night before and the night before that and 

Fuck. 

She closed her eyes to it. All it did was make the memories brighter and more cohesive. The intensity in blue eyes, the persistence in her kiss. The heat between them that sparked into a wildfire neither of them could have doused. God himself wouldn’t have been able to tear her out of Courtney’s arms or from between her legs. 

The coffee machine stopped, and in the vacuum of silence it left behind came sure and easy footsteps. The slightest scuffing of tennis shoes. It was too light to be Shayne. He walked heavy and loud. No. Not Shayne. Shayne would’ve announced himself by now. This person was being a little too quiet and Amanda was refusing to turn around. 

The brush of fingertips along her lower back gave it away. Nobody else would’ve touched her with that much intent. It was Courtney. 

Damn. 

“How’d you know I was thinking about you?” She asked, turning her head to meet mischievous blue eyes. 

Courtney smirked while Amanda quietly took in the crop top and bell bottom jeans. A Courtney special. Sexy as fuck. 

“I didn’t know for sure.” The blonde replied. “But I had a hunch.” 

Amanda wanted to do so many things in that moment. She wanted to kiss. She wanted to touch. She wanted to grab. None of that happened. Instead, she took a step to the side to fight off the urge. They weren’t “out” to the office and anyone could walk in whenever. 

Courtney didn’t flinch. She simply reached for Amanda’s coffee mug, hand wrapping nonchalantly around Amanda’s. Amanda let the touch happen for a long, drawn out second and then slid her hand away. Courtney’s fingers lingered before lifting the mug to her lips. There was the most inappropriate groan at the sip she took. 

Amanda rose an eyebrow at her. “Good?” 

“Delicious.” Emphasis. So much fucking emphasis. A sparkle in those unfairly pretty eyes. Teeth sinking into her bottom lip. 

Amanda was about to choke on her own tongue. “Court.” 

“What?” Courtney put the coffee back down and reached up to the cabinet to grab her own mug. The action had her crop top rising up even higher. 

Amanda stared, and her mind easily played back the feeling of all that skin under her fingertips. The way every hitch in Courtney’s breath hit her in the back of the throat because they were locked in helpless, needy kisses. 

She really, really needed someone to save her. Immediately. Otherwise, she was going to lift Courtney onto the counter and go to town. 

No one came. Amanda was forced to save herself by breathing extra deep. They were lovers, sure, but they were also friends. She could be normal. She could be calm. They’d been friends a lot longer than they’d been hooking up. It hadn’t even been a week. Amanda could do this. Easily. 

Actually, she couldn’t. 

“Are we still okay?” The nerves surrounding the sudden change in their friendship were normal, right? Checking in with Courtney was the right thing to do. The healthy thing. 

Courtney’s smile stayed in place, her expression sloping into sympathy and affection. “Better than okay.”

“Really?” Again, she wanted to grab and hold and kiss, but she didn’t know what Courtney would be receptive to. They hadn’t talked about what the professional boundaries would be. She settled for smiling wide and reaching down to squeeze at Courtney’s fingers. 

Courtney squeezed right back, but she allowed the touch to linger longer than necessary. 

“Really.” 

She came closer, the gap between them becoming insignificant. Amanda swallowed down the nerves that bloomed to life in her chest. Why was she so nervous. This was Courtney. Courtney, who was very blatantly lifting onto her tiptoes to kiss Amanda on the mouth. 

Oh. 

Oh, shit.

Amanda’s body did all the reacting for her brain. Her hands were instantly splayed at the small of Courtney’s back, her fingers tingling at the feel of being reunited with all that warm skin. Courtney arched into her, arms looping over Amanda’s shoulders. The kiss itself was chaste, maybe. It held no deeper, sexual need or connotation. It was just both of them stealing the smallest, smallest second for the blossoming something between them. 

Amanda let her fingertips press into bare skin more insistently, trying in vain to imprint herself on Courtney somehow. Courtney whimpered into her mouth, and the arms around her tightened. Unfortunately, the kiss ended, but Courtney stayed painfully close. She nuzzled Amanda sweetly, her smile showing all her teeth, her pupils blown out from the quiet desire that was buzzing between them. Amanda’s eyes flicked down to her lips. 

“Oh, fuck. My bad. I didn’t realize…”

The voice didn’t belong to either of them, so they both jumped. Amanda hadn’t even heard the door swing open, but it had, because Shayne was standing there, looking stupidly buff in one of his plain white t-shirts.

Courtney untangled herself, but both of her hands stroked at Amanda’s arms as she did. 

Amanda cleared her throat, not used to feeling awkward around Shayne. He was for all intents and purposes her best friend, and she wanted him to turn around and leave so badly. 

“Morning, Shayne.” Courtney didn’t sound the slightest bit affected. 

Shayne stepped further into the room, and now Amanda could make out the palest blush high on his cheekbones. She laughed at him. He was Shayne, but he was still a man. Seeing two of his attractive female friends pressed into each other must have been exciting. 

“You all right, Shayne?” She asked, teasing, her mood calming down into regular work mode. Must tease Shayne. She clapped him on the back as he went past her to get a mug for himself. 

He flipped her off. She laughed. Courtney settled into a lean against the counter, one hand sliding close to where Amanda was leaning back. Amanda didn’t object to their fingers tangling together on the countertop. 

It was a friendly interaction. An interaction that could’ve happened between them at any given time on any given day. An interaction that in no way implied they were fucking. Which they were. A lot. 

Shayne was pouring his coffee, but he glanced over at them midway, his eyes intense and curious. “Am I the only one who knows about this?”

Amanda waved her free hand dismissively. “Nah. Angela knows. Duh.”  

Angela was the first person she told, actually. Shayne should’ve known that. 

“Of course.” He snorted a laugh. 

“Arasha knows, too.” Court said. 

That didn’t come as a shock, either. 

“Well, that’s the last time I’ll think I’m special.” Shayne joked, sipping at his coffee.

“Why would you ever think that?” Amanda knew it was a slam dunk; it made Shayne nearly spray coffee everywhere. She smiled like she did every single time she made him laugh. It was quite high on her list of favorite things to do. 

Besides, well. She glanced down at Courtney, who looked back up at her with adoration painted onto her own smile. Okay, maybe making Shayne laugh had fallen farther down on her list of favorite things. Below all the things she’d been doing to Courtney and vice versa. 

Nope. Bad thought. They’d get no work done whatsoever if she kept thinking about dragging Courtney off somewhere private. 

The break room door flew open at that exact moment. Angela and the others, all barreling in one behind the other, laughing and talking so loudly that it drove Amanda right out of her head. Her and Courtney made pointed eye contact, but the spell was broken. Something resembling normalcy took over, especially when Angela threw an arm across each of their waists and stepped right in between them. 

“Morning, bitches!”

Amanda laughed at her idiot friend. Angela was so unabashedly Angela. It was one of the most endearing things ever. 

“Jesus, Angela, the volume.” Shayne feigned a pain at his temple. 

“Shut the fuck up!”

Well.

Leave it to Angela to cleanse a room of tension. 

_______

Courtney Miller was a consummate professional, okay. Nothing happening interpersonally between herself and her coworkers was not going to affect the onscreen vibes. For that reason, she sat herself right next to Amanda on the games stage, ignoring Spencer attempting to resituate her. The way Courtney waved him off made Amanda giggle, a sound that sent Courtney’s heart racing like it was behind the wheel of the Mach 5. 

She leaned back casually in her seat just as Amanda’s arm settled across the back of Courtney’s chair. They made knowing eye contact, Amanda’s tongue peeked out between her teeth. Shayne quietly took the seat on the opposite side of Amanda and smirked at the both of them. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Shayne.” Amanda teased. 

The stage was noisy as hell, everyone bustling around to get everything prepared for the actual shoot. Courtney was so used to the cacophony it was nothing more than a low hum. Shayne and Amanda were having a conversation about something they were planning for the podcast. An ‘advice’ episode with cast and crew who needed help with any kind of life problem. 

Courtney couldn’t help but smile at the idea. Shayne and Amanda were adorably sincere in all ways. They were going to give the most heartwarming advice ever. It helped that they both had such similar outlooks on what life was about, something Courtney clocked long before either Amanda or Shayne admitted it. 

What could she say. She observed them both a lot. And she observed Amanda with more than just her eyes. 

No. Not the greatest track to go down right before cameras rolled. 

“What do you think, Court?” Amanda used an elbow to nudge her. 

Courtney burst back into reality, her more inappropriate thoughts about Amanda refusing to subside. Ugh. That was so unfortunate. 

“What do I think about what?”

“The podcast idea, silly!” 

Oh. Right. Duh.

She couldn’t look at Amanda; her mind was too taken with flashbacks of Amanda in her bed, body so pliant and willing, hands and lips and tongue learning Courtney like they were made to do it. 

Looking at Shayne actually didn’t help, either. She’d held the most lowkey of crushes on Shayne for as long as she could remember, and looking at Shayne while vividly recalling getting fucked was whiplash like Courtney had never felt in her life. 

Her stomach bottomed out, the rush of something so intense it nearly knocked her out of the chair. She wondered what her face was doing because Shayne’s brow was furrowing in confusion. 

Courtney swallowed down the wave of arousal that struck her. “Sorry. It sounds like a great idea.”

Amanda rubbed a hand along her shoulders. “You okay, Court?” 

Her eyes met Amanda’s again. God, she was so fucking pretty, even with concern written all over her. “Yeah. I’m good. I’m good.”

Neither of them seemed convinced. 

“You guys, I’m fine.”

Later that day - much later - when she and Amanda are safe in the parking lot away from prying eyes and ears, she’ll admit that she was imagining Amanda all over her while making direct eye contact with Shayne and that it sent her whole world barreling off its axis. 

Amanda just looked at her, a little stunned at the vivid nature of the confession. Her lips pursed, she replied, 

“How long have you been into Shayne?”

Courtney laughed. “Can’t remember when I wasn’t.”

Amanda took that in for a long, long moment, her face not giving a thing away. “And you’re into me.”

It wasn’t a question. Courtney answered, anyway. “Obviously.”

Amanda went very, very quiet. Suspiciously quiet. Courtney could practically see her brain whirring around behind those deep brown eyes. 

“What’s up?” She prodded when the silence went on a fraction too long. 

“What if I’m into Shayne, too?”

Courtney’s eyes widened. She wasn’t all that surprised, really. More so that Amanda was saying it so nonchalantly, like they weren’t discussing both of them being into a person who wasn’t the one they were hooking up with. 

“Are you?”

Amanda shrugged. “It’s kind of hard not to be.”

Courtney shook her head in disbelief. “What are we talking about here?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s helpful, Mandy. Thanks.” Courtney replied, the sarcasm her only defense mechanism.

“I’m sorry.” Amanda said, hands sliding into the pockets of her jeans. “Why don’t you just come back to my place? We can talk about all this there. Or not talk. Whichever.”

Courtney snorted at the invitation. “Okay.”

She crossed the small distance between them and leaned up to press a kiss against Amanda’s jaw. “Drive safe.”

“You, too.” Amanda said, dimpled smile big and adorable. 

That was the night the plan was set in motion. 

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Delinquent Deuce - Monster AU

Monster: Slime Word Count: ~0.75K Relationships mentioned: Deuce and Delia, (his mom), literally nobody else important. Chapter 1 spoilers for in game. TW: None, really??? He's a slime so a missing chunk of body or two isn't a graphic thing?? but wound/"blood"....and it was inside someone but thats mentioned in passing Also a lot of impromptu worldbuilding if it comes off like I don't know what I'm doing that would be Correct. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ He thought he could avoid his mother's worry, slipping in under the door so as to not cause a ruckus with unlocking the door, and gave himself a light rinse on the cleaner. Anyone with feet may have called a boot cleaner, but for slimes like him and his mom, it simply diluted and made it easier to "push up" any dirt and grime they'd picked up during the day that might leave a trail when they went into the house, but they could rinse out later.

He looked down at his side, thin rivulets of liquid still dripping from the chunk he was missing and silently chided himself. There was no way he would be able to hide it from his mother before he was able to regenerate it on his own, and there was no way he wanted it back, even if he did summon it. It would just remind him of the promise he had broken to his mother....and the fact it had been inside someone else didn't make the thought appealing either. It made it back out but....yeah, he still didn't want it back. He made his way to the kitchen quietly, washing his hands, and then siphoning water through his hand down to the wound to flush it out back into the sink, cleaning the wound. Thankfully it wasn't that part that was too painful. He held his hand against the wound as he started to rummage under the sink for the first aid kit, and more specifically, the powder he could sprinkle onto the wound to congeal the thin internal fluids leaking from him, at least to hold him together til morning when his mom could help. He grumbled a little bit as he squished down lower to try and find the kit, until he felt what he could only assume was the packet, hit his back. He recoiled in surprise, his head hitting the counter and squishing, before he moved out from under the sink properly to stand up, staring like a deer in the headlights at his mom. "I was wondering when you were going to be home. I sent you a couple texts, but I didn't hear anything from you." She glanced down at where his hand clutched his side and sighed softly. "I guess I know why. Is it bad? Move your hand, let me see." She sludged over to him, not letting him protest as she picked the packet out from his back and squished down to see the wound better, before opening the package and sprinkling the contents over the area. Deuce hissed softly in pain. "I-I'm real sorry mom I didn't mean to get into another fight, its just this one kid he really got to me today and....I warned, him, I gave him a fair chance, I swear I did. I tried leaving too, but he kept following me and-" his voice cracked a bit as a few tears welled up in his eyes. "I didn't want to break my promise to you mom....I'm so sorry." He looked away from her as she scooped a safe amount of her own slime out and applied it to his side, holding it in place until it bound with him. Her side was able to regenerate in seconds, being an adult in good health. Her cool hand rested gently against his face as she tried to wipe away a few tears, and kissed his head softly as her son began to melt with his emotions. "You're home safe sweetheart, and that's what matters most. There's some leftover pumpkin pie in the fridge if you want some, but I really think it's time for you to get to bed before you need me to carry you around in a bucket." she chuckled softly, before pulling him into a hug and squeezing him gently. A small sob left Deuce as he snuggled into his mom, thankful, but disappointed in himself. Hopefully after some rest he could feel better. "Thanks mom." "Of course hon." She let him go before ruffling his "hair". "Tomorrow is a new day." She kissed his forehead once more before stretching and creeping towards her bedroom. "I'll see you tomorrow Deuce. Good night. I love you. Don't stay up too late." Deuce looked at the few dishes left in the sink before glancing back at his mom, already planning to wash them before bed. It wasn't much of an apology, but it was the least he could do. He would wait until she was back in bed though. "Love you too mom. I won't." ------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: A/N: Hiya, if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

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A/N: Based on a real life story about myself I shared with @mashmaiden and she then suggested would make a fun fic.

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It’s All Fun and Games

June 2015

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“Wow, you take me such romantic places,” Kensi drawled as Deeks pulled into the parking lot of the “Family Fun Center”, which boasted an arcade, bumper cars, cafe, batting cages, and a full mini golf course. On a Saturday afternoon, the lot was nearly full, parents with varying numbers of excited children darting from between cars.

“Hey, I spent hours here as a kid,” Deeks defended himself cheerfully. “Of course, back then the games were a little less high tech, but we could spend a whole day here when it wasn’t good day for surfing.

“I’m kidding,” Kensi assured him, lightly touching his shoulder to let him know she wasn’t truly dissing one of his adolescent staples. “How did you afford coming so often?”

At another time, Kensi would have edged around his lack of money. Oddly enough, he found it encouraging that they’d come this far.

Lowering his voice and looking around him to make sure no one was in hearing distance, he nodded to the back of the lot. “We used to hop that fence, join a big group of people, who were almost finished and somebody would take pity on us, and pass on a couple clubs and balls.”

“Martin A. Deeks!” Kensi exclaimed. “I’m shocked.”

“Hey, you know Ray and I got into trouble sometimes. Besides, we could have been doing so much worse than not paying for a couple rounds of golf,” he defended himself. “If we had a little extra money, we’d play a few arcade games.”

“And no one ever caught on or sold you out?”

“You’d be surprised at the average teenager’s desire to “stick it to the man”. Plus, we usually chose times when it was busy enough that the staff wouldn’t be likely to recall if they sold passes to another couple of kids. We didn’t go every week either.”

“Amazing the things you find out about a guy once you start dating,” Kensi said, shaking her head with mock remonstration in her voice

“I’ll have you know I made an anonymous donation once I graduated from law school,” he told her.

“Well, I suppose that’s something.”

Then finally made it into the main building, which was overrun with kids and teenagers. It brought back a wave of nostalgia.

Deeks nudged her shoulder, neatly moving them to the side to avoid being run over by a group of kids heading for the arcade.

“What about you? Any good memories from mini golfing?” Deeks asked.

“Actually, I’ve never been before,” Kensi responded.

“Seriously?” Kensi shrugged, and he chuckled, taking her hand to pull her towards the service counter. “Oh, then this is going to be amazing.” He stepped up to the counter. “Two passes for the golf course, please.”

Kensi Blye was amazing at a lot of things, particularly of the physical variety. She can run, fight, and shoot better than just about anyone. Even though she’d never really surfed before a couple years ago, she’d picked that up with surprising speed under Deeks’ tutelage. He was still better than her, but she could pull it off if needed.

Mini golf though, not so much. It was a revelation to watch Kensi struggle to hit the little ball across the small areas of green, needing several tries to make through the hole in a structure built to resemble a miniature wharf.

“Alright, bend your knees a little more, keep your head back, and aim slightly more towards the left,” Deeks instructed as Kensi walked to her golf ball, having bounced off the rock placed between the tee and whole 11.

Kensi sent him a swift glare, clearly in no mood for tips. “Deeks,” she said warningly.

“Sorry, sorry. Go ahead.”

She swung again, the ball somehow coming a few inches within the hole, but swerved to the right at the last moment. Kensi let out a frustrated growl, muttering under her breath. It wasn’t quite intelligible, but Deeks was pretty certain her words shouldn’t be spoken around small children.

A small crowd had begun to form behind them, waiting for their turn as Kensi continued her attempt. After a few minutes, they apparently gave up on waiting and moved on to the next spot.

Kensi lined up her next shot, bending her knees, and swung gently. It dropped in and Kensi shouted in victory, only for the ball to pop back out the other side of hole. She stared at it for a moment, her expression blank.

Then she raised the golf club above her head, let out a primal yell, and beat the green with the club repeatedly. Just leaned back slightly in surprise, but didn’t attempt to stop her. Maybe 20 seconds later, she dropped the club to her side, breathing heavily.

Deeks pressed his lips together, holding back a smirk with all his light. “Feel better?” he asked mildly.

“Yes,” Kensi said succinctly, tucking a few stray pieces of hair behind her ear. “I do.”

“Maybe we should switch to bumper cars,” he suggested.

“Yeah, that might be best.”

“Ok, I’ll just take that for you.” He gingerly removed the club from her hand like he was disarming a bomb.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, looking sheepish.

“Don’t worry about it. It was actually kind of entertaining to see Kensi Blye not be absolutely amazing at something,” he said.

“Oh hush.” She knocked his shoulder with her, the gesture affectionate. “I guess I do have to give concede that you are better at mini golf than I am.”

“I’m honored,” Deeks teased. “Now, how do you feel about bowling?”

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A/N: I don’t know if there if a place called the Family Fun Center exists in LA, but there used to be one near my childhood home.

If you’re wondering, yes, I did once beat a suspecting mini golf course with my club. Bowling has been a source of frustration as well, but as of the other day, I have learned to curb my rage.

Hope you enjoyed this silly little fic!

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Born For Tragedy: Part 5

Series Index

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done

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Eris was swinging a blade around when she made it to the south end of the training yard. He was wearing a tight-fitting, yet sweat-soaked t-shirt, and leather pants. As he turned on the ball of his foot towards her, he paused, the sword in his hands lowered.

“Adira,” he acknowledged. “You’re late.”

Valda rolled her eyes. “And you’re sweaty,” she retorted.

He scoffed. “It means I’m training right,” he replied. “Now, summon your magic again.” She held back a roll of her eyes.

Valda did raise a brow, though. “What do you want me to do? Merely summoning darkness does nothing.”

“So it’s a visual?” Eris prompted.

“I mean…” Valda hesitated. “I can make it dark, blind people.”

Eris gestured with his hands.

“To you?” Valda emphasized. “I think I might be asking for someone to jump me.”

“I assure you, I can handle a bit of Night Court darkness,” Eris lifted a palm and sparked a small flame there for example. “Show me the power you almost killed your father with.”

“I can’t,” Valda lied.

Eris tilted his head. “Why not?”

“It was an in-the-moment kind of thing.” It was… at first. She could probably kill Eris right here, right now, if she wanted to.

“Well try,” Eris insisted. “Call it a service to the Autumn Court.”

Valda rolled her eyes and then took a deep breath, and let a trickle of her darkness flow through that veil, from the deep well of magic she could summon. A controlled amount that would put her with the “weak” High Fae. Of course, it was a more neutral version of darkness. Nothing like the raging darkness she used while an assassin. It was not soothing nor restful either. It simply existed.

“Attack me with it,” Eris ordered.

Valda lifted a brow, but shot her dark, floating mist forward swiftly, slamming it into Eris and blinding him. She stood still, watching as Eris shifted in his stance to try and sidestep out of it. She merely let the mist follow his movement.

Eris paused and settled for a moment. “Alright, I’m blind,” he admitted.

Valda let a small smile trail onto her face as she pulled her darkness back towards her. “It’s just a party trick,” she insisted. “I mean, besides a weak shield and blinding, it's useless.”

“No winnowing?”

“No,” Valda lied. She could winnow from here to the tip of the Illyrian mountains if she wanted to. She could winnow from here to anywhere.

“Tell me how to counter it,” Eris ordered. “How do I not let you blind me? How do you battle darkness?”

“I think the answer to that should be obvious,” Valda deadpanned. “Take a wild guess.”

Eris rolled his eyes. “You really do not care for respect.”

“What did you do that I should respect? I respect Lady Merle for her kindness. I don’t respect Jax. Nor you.”

“That’s going to get you killed one day,” Eris said. “Now tell me the answer.”

Already almost has, multiple times, Valda thought silently. “Try a little fire trick,” she suggested. She sent her little mob of dark mist forward again, only big enough to cover Eris’s head and shoulders, while the remaining half lay at her feet.

Eris’s fire magic came forth and he raised a flame to burn in front of his face, from his palm. The darkness shied away, as anyone intelligent could guess. Shadows exist only in the absence of light. Though, that was the thing for weak High Fae. She highly doubted the High Lord of the Night Court could be beaten by just a little light.

“Interesting,” Eris mused. “Does this work for all Night Court abilities?”

“Do you really think the High Lord of Night Court could be beaten by a little light?” Valda deadpanned. “No. Any lord I met under that stupid fucking mountain could never be beaten like this.” Neither could she. Eris was honestly stupid if he was going to summon a little flame like that to keep the Shadow at bay. Plus, it was only in close proximity that the darkness shied away, and only if the High Fae was that weak to not be able to hold it steady.

“Very well,” Eris hummed. “Can you spread it out more? Cover us both?”

“No,” she answered. “I’m not strong enough.” She was truly such a great liar.

“Fine then,” Eris dismissed. “What else can you do, Adira?”

“Nothing,” Valda answered. “I’m from a poor family in Hewn City, Eris. What did you expect?” A truth mixed in with lies always did make it easier for others to believe.

“Fair.”

“Can I go now? Nova was being pissy.”

“Fine,” Eris allowed.

Valda left promptly, yanking her darkness back forcefully behind the veil, and took a deep breath before going back to Nova to work.

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Three more weeks passed with very few interesting things occuring. On occasion, she saw Eris, but they never chatted and he never requested to see her magic again. Good riddance, she thought. The handsome heir of the Autumn Court was infuriating with his contradicting actions and words. Sometimes he seemed relaxed but at others? He seemed like a spring wound too tight and was withdrawn.

Jax had continued to be rude towards her, but she faked the required “respect" he wanted. However, she never went back to the High Lord’s chambers. She saw Lady Merle once in passing, but Beron had been beside her, and she’d not even raised her chin. Valda was enraged.

She wanted to rip the strings Beron Vanserra had on Merle and free her. Perhaps Merle would never forgive her for murdering her husband, but she hoped it might at least better her. Merle deserved a better life than this.

Valda had more and more reasons to kill Beron. It wasn’t just for the money and ease of time leniency now. Now? Now it was to protect the kind souls that still lived here, the kind souls that Beron was destroying. Mostly, it was just Merle, but she saw the tired eyes of the guards every once in a while.

When she was in Eris’s room one day, cleaning the bathroom, the door slammed open and there were squelching, marching noises as someone came in.

Eris, the eldest son she needed to protect, came into the bathroom covered in blood.

Valda nearly jumped out of her skin. “What the fuck,” she stated.

Eris jerked his head up. “Leave,” he ordered and began unlatching his forearm bracers. She hissed as she saw a cut. It wasn’t someone else’s blood then.

“What the fuck happened?” Valda asked, exasperated. Her heart was pounding in her chest though, from the surprise of it all. “Why aren’t you heading towards the healers?!”

Eris merely pointed to the door again.

Valda growled. “You’re a damned idiot,” she groaned and dropped the broom she’d been using. She had no reason to see him pass out in a puddle of his own blood anytime soon. “Stop poking it!” She ordered and yanked his blood-soaked hand away from his injury. “Damned idiot.”

“I said leave,” Eris snarled, yanking his hand away.

“Go to the healers,” she retorted.

“Can’t,” Eris replied, and began pulling up his sleeve. Valda blanched as she saw more cuts. One cut could be written up as some training accident, however, the ones further up his arm… she recognized that type. She had inflicted that type. It was a version of torture that was used for powerful High Fae. You used an ash dagger so that the wound didn’t heal quickly, and had sluggish human healing, and did it in such a precise manner that they didn’t bleed out and die… but rather just suffered. What she couldn’t understand was why he wasn’t at the healer. Healers could counteract that ash wood and allow the wound to heal normally. What did “can’t” mean?!

Valda heard more marching footsteps coming into the door. These were dry. It was now she noticed that Eris’s footsteps had been covered in blood.

Who had tortured him?

“Eris?” A male voice asked. “Where are you?”

“Go away Hue, I’m fine,” Eris snarled, and suddenly the blood and cuts were gone. Glamouring, she recognized.

Hue, the fourth oldest Vanserra, came into the bathroom. She recognized him by what she’d been told. He had longer, much curlier hair when compared to Eris. His hair reached past his shoulders and wasn’t tied up in a bun like she’d heard the servants say he often wore his hair.

Hue regarded Valda with a bit of caution but rushed towards Eris. “You alright?” Hue asked, directing the question toward Eris.

“Said I’m fine Hue,” Eris replied calmly. “See? Now go, make sure he doesn’t go for Kuhn or something.” Who was this he?

Hue looked at Valda again. “You,” he said, pointing at her. “Make sure he doesn’t pass out.”

Valda held back a smirk and instead just dipped her head. Hue quickly ran out, closing the door.

The glamor Eris had disappeared again and she lifted a brow. “You’re an idiot,” she stated plainly. “Now who is this he?”

“Classified,” Eris snarled. “Now leave.”

“I’m afraid, I’ve been ordered by Hue Vanserra to see you don’t pass out,” she said with a smirk. “Seeing as you refuse to see a healer, you’re at least going to let me clean the damned thing.”

“No,” Eris snarled. “You will leave or I’ll make you.”

Eris sparked a flame in between them, glaring at Valda as he continued to inspect the wounds.

“Who tortured you, Eris Vanserra?” Valda asked.

Eris snapped his gaze towards her. “I wasn’t tortured,” he lied. The lie was just so easy to detect when his voice seemed to shake. She also noted that his left foot shifted the weight to his other side. A characteristic of someone lying, she learned, was weight shifting.

Valda took a heaving breath before she moved to the small linen closet, got a washcloth, and began to run it under the water.

“What are you doing?” Eris asked.

“Getting you something to clean the wound with,” Valda answered.

“How do you have medical training?”

“Kids get hurt,” Valda answered. “I’ve had a child jump off a cliff before. I took it on myself to learn basic healer skills after that. Plus, I’m not a fucking dumbass.”

It was only partially a lie, that one. She had decided to learn to heal, not just stare off into space during the class, when she saw a young assassin leap to his death off a cliff, and she’d been unable to save him. Her healing magic was too weak to do much with, but she could at least seal a cut or two. However, after that training, she’d been able to seal a stab. But the other medical training? Beyond useful.

She wrung out the cloth and then offered it into the space towards Eris. “Your choice to take it,” Valda drawled. “But I highly suggest you wipe your wounds general. Those types get infected easily.”

“Those types?” Eris repeated back to her, the flame dying out as he reached forward to snatch the cloth from her hand.

Valda shut her jaw promptly. “You see some things under that mountain, in the aptly named Court of Nightmares,” she lied. She did see some things like that, very rarely though. No, she’d been taught with first-hand experience what those wounds were like to inflict and to endure. In fact, one of her experiences had been during the short time she’d spent in Beron’s dungeons.

“Then what are they?” Eris tested. He truly didn’t trust her, apparently.

“Ash dagger wounds, general. They heal like a human’s sluggish healing factor,” Valda answered and began to search the cabinets and closets for some sort of bandages. She made a hum of satisfaction as she pulled a wad of white bandages from under the sink.

Eris glanced at what she held and shook his head. “No bandages.”

Valda lifted a brow, concerned. No bandages? Was he trying to die? Honestly, if he was so prone to being a fucking idiot, she should tie him to a tree and go kill Beron real quick and then knock some sense into him.

“Who said so?” Valda asked. “Who said no healers, no bandages and is hurting more than just you?”

“How do you know that?” Eris demanded.

“Hue came in, so clearly he knows something. And you mentioned Kuhn, the 5th in the Vanserra line,” Valda answered. “Do you think I’m dumb? Tell me who.”

“I-” Eris’s tone at first was defiant, but he gritted his teeth as he swiped water across an upper arm wound. Valda gestured for him to continue and he growled as if frustrated with himself. 

“Beron,” Eris finally answered.

Valda’s blood ran cold.

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Kaeya’s gaze flitted towards Adelinde briefly when she mentioned Crepus’s thoughts on him. His brows pinched upwards, her statement shooting a pang through his heart.

Perhaps he did, but if he were still around… Oh, what would he think of him now?

Brushing those thoughts aside, he focused upon the letter and quietly read its contents, his expression giving way to most of his musings. Surprise, grief, hurt, remorse—but most of all, a deeply rooted understanding.

It seems even the old man harbored secrets.

To think that he was a Harbinger… To think that the Tsaritsa let him go. Or perhaps she didn’t. Perhaps she had an eye on them that night, when the Delusion backfired on Crepus, when Diluc snuffed out the flame of their father’s life in an act of mercy—when Kaeya was granted his Vision.

‘I do not want the Tsaritsa’s eyes or Pierro’s eyes to fall upon you, ever.’

Unfortunately, just like the rest of everything else in his life, Kaeya had no choice in that matter.

It felt as though the orb at his hip grew colder as he considered these thoughts, yet he continued on with the letter.

He should have known that Crepus had his speculations on why Kaeya may have shown up that eve to their home; that there was the possibility of this random, abandoned child being left behind on purpose. Even so, he was taken in anyway. He was given warmth and love, never once scorned or spurned. It didn’t matter to anyone at the Winery or manor that he was different. From that moment on, he was a Ragnivindr, regardless of what may have happened or may happen in the future.

Tears welled over his lone eye as he continued to read, his lower lip faintly quivering before he clenched his teeth tighter in attempts to keep his emotions at bay.

A soft huff left the current Cavalry Captain as his father asked for forgiveness in the letter to him, before a quiet sob left him when given assurance of his love. A hand brought itself to cover his mouth, unable to keep his tears at bay any longer. How could he not forgive him, when Kaeya’s entire life has been a carefully crafted lie to be used against the Ragnivindrs; against Mondstadt?

The sight of the crudely written Khaenri’ahn at the end of it all had him inhale sharply before the wind felt as though it was knocked out of him. All at once, the guilt crashed down on him and nearly sent him on his knees, had it not been for the loud whistling coming from the kettle. Stumbling to the kitchen, he turned off the fire from the stove and grasped the counter’s edge, wrinkling the letter within that same hand. Only then did he allow himself to collapse, his forehead pressing against the glass of the oven door. His eye drifted to the letter once more, holding it upon his lap as he wept, droplets soaking into the parchment.

“… I’m sorry,” he whispered to no one in particular—or perhaps, to the lingering shrouds over his shoulders.

Kaeya, ever since Crepus’s death, was not really given the opportunity to mourn for the man he came to consider his father. He remembers being the one to arrange the funeral procession for the late Ragnivindr man, along with Adelinde and Elzer’s help. Even with his wounds and burns still healing, he put in the work to make sure the man got the rest and peace he deserved. Perhaps it was a form of penance. Despite this, though, he didn’t give himself a moment to breathe after Mondstadt had bidden its farewells to its beloved son, as he then shifted his focus on recuperating and climbing ranks within the Ordo Favonius.

And now, it all came crashing down. The shame of the fascination and relief he felt after Crepus’s passing left him in a grave state of contrition, bringing him to curl in on himself as his weeps grew into cries, before he began to fully bawl.

What a failure of a son.

( 🧹 )       SHE LET OUT a soft exhale , shaking her head as she fiddled with the gloves on her hands , placing the leather items on her lap 'fore she blinked at kaeya's admission. a lot had happened since the late ragnvindr's passing but the thought that master kaeya didn't believe he'd be left with anything . . made her chest ache somewhat in sadness.

HE WAS SO well loved. still is --- even if currently it doesn't feel that way.

   ❝  HE THOUGHT THE world of you.     ❞      she looks at the box and then away as the man she saw as a son opened it -- revealing to him . . well , she didn't know just yet. until . .

ADELINDE LOOKED UP as kaeya's arm rose , following his movements to spy the insignia being raised to the light. ah. besides the letter that master diluc had her read she . . hadn't a clue what else had been left or found --- possibly some of the same , hence his reaction.

HER GAZE CONNECTED with the captain's , maintaining the look but gently urging him on --- it would do neither of them good to hold off much longer , as much she . . agonized over the aftermath to come.      

Dear Son, The only reason you must be reading this letter in your hands would be because I am no longer around, as this letter would be anywhere but in your hands currently. Know that I wouldn't have left yourself or Diluc if I could help it and that I extend my apologies for doing so.

Some of the contents of this box are no doubt a surprise to you, as it contains a past that I no longer am proud of but nonetheless is a part of me and who I used to be. I used to be the Eleventh of the Fatui's Harbingers. Brighella was the name I went by within their ranks at the time. I cannot write much more about what I do or don't know but know that I would have told you personally in time -- you and your brother both. But with you holding this letter .. it seems time was neither kind or on my side. If either one of you have found my delusion somewhere: do not touch it. Especially you, lad. You don't have a vision like your brother and i've seen how .. difficult .. it has been for you trying to keep up but I implore you to leave it be. Its not worth the risk and harm it could do to yourself with or without a vision. I trust that you, whenever you read this, still have that smart head on your shoulders. I have little doubt that the Fatui were involved in whatever capacity my death was like. They've been growing closer like a disease as of late and Mondstadt is growing less and less safe and I've not the physical or elemental strength I used to possess. Do not confront them directly. I do not want the Tsaritsa's eyes or Pierro's eyes to fall upon you ever. The moment you get close someone will speak it into their ear and all that I've tried to culminate in a normal life for you would fall apart. Well. As normal as possible, considering the impossibility and confounding circumstances of the hows and why's you found yourself in my care on that night. I know not of what plans or reasons that may have been set for you to be placed in my care but know that I never came to regret bringing you in. Watching you grow, learn and even excel at every single thing that found its way into your hands was astonishing to watch . . but I do hope that you rise and step out of Diluc's shadow in due time. May you receive a vision that helps you in your goals, no matter what they may be. I ask of you the most difficult task in looking out after Diluc if you could .. the boy is sensitive in the best and worst of ways -- his emotions can get the best of him. I don't want him to harm himself thinking he's doing the right thing when he's simply swallowed up in pain and grief. As Calvery Captain, Diluc must put the people first and his emotions and curiosity second, trust those closest to you and if nothing else … family is most important. Never forget that. No matter the troubles that come forward, you and your brother must stick together, trust in one another and persevere. All falls apart when one feels alone and deserving of it -- strive to patch up any squabble that the two of you have .. especially if it is over the truth that i've provided. Know that I've never not been proud of you and that you've always been a son to me and if i am gone that it was a priviledge to be your father. Look after Miss Adelinde and the rest if Diluc cannot. I hope you can forgive the lies and deceit that this truth has caused, if you cannot understand or curse my name after my death I understand. I love you, son, you've got so much potential and I hope you have a chance to show it as the Ragnvindr you were accepted into. May your lineage be kind to you. Stellae et ventus te ducet. Best wishes, Sire Crepus Ragnvindr, Master of the Dawn Winery.

[ryloriee678999]

Your Power Is Mine Now (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: Dr Strange sends you to kill Wanda but when you find her, something else happens. Basically Wanda fucking you against her kitchen counter. (1600 words)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI this fic includes smut , Dark!Wanda (sort of), Strap-on sex (Reader receiving),  AFAB Reader, Virgin!Reader, sort of dubcon, begging, brief breeding kink, squirting strap-on

A/N: My fav fic writer liked my last smut so I wrote more. Also, please give me feedback, I’m not used to writing smut. 

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You tracked down Wanda's house as of request from Stephen Strange. As a young talented sorcerer, he decided you were perfect to try and find her. 

What happened next, you didn't expect. As you walked into her house uninvited, you expected to get flown across the room or yelled at. Instead, you found yourself pinned against the kitchen counter by the woman you were supposed to kill.

“What are you doing in my house?” She asked sternly, her accent strong. You couldn’t quite focus on what she said with her being so close. Her hands were on either side of your hips and her chest almost touched yours. You try leaning back but the counter behind you stops your movements. You knew you should probably fight back but your mind short-circuited as embarrassing as that sounds.  

“Answer me, who sent you?” she loudly snaps, you finally look at her. As she grew more impatient, her own hips pressed to yours. It was probably supposed to hurt you but it did more of the opposite.

“I- It was Stephen, he wanted me to find you,” you admit. You were terrified yes, but also felt like your entire body was on fire. Quickly though, you try to remove the thoughts you were having so you could wield some sort of power in your hands. She quickly grabs them though and pins them down to the counter. “And why would he send you?” She cocks her head. “He really isn't that smart is he.”

You feel yourself awkwardly gazing away as her eyes roamed your body. She then removes herself from you, seeing as you are no threat. After all, she was one of the most powerful beings, and you, you were a regular human being with some power. Not enough power to even leave a dent in the woman. “He says I'm the best,” you respond. 

Wanda lifts up one hand, holding your chin to look directly at her. “And do you really believe that?” She asks. “Because I think it’s because he doesn't care what happens to you.”

Wanda waits for you to say something but when you don't, she moves away from you. Shamefully, you frown at the contact that was lost and Wanda noticed. You stood there flushed and helplessly as red swirls appear around her fingers. You realize the power she’s using isn't to hurt you, but to invade your mind. 

“What are you doing? Stop that,” you say. When she continues going through your head, you take it as a chance to overpower her. The moment sparks of yellow became visible, Wanda took a step ahead of you and pinned you back against the counter, her hands on top of yours once again. 

“Now why are you thinking those thoughts when your job is to kill me?” She questions, you try moving away but her grip tightens. Her face gets closer so that you could feel her breath against your lips. “Stephen would be so disappointed if he knew what you were thinking, no?” 

You whimper as you try squirming away. Suddenly you feel a hand tracing down your stomach, getting lower and lower. You stop dead in your tracks, too afraid to move.

“You’ve never been touched like this?” Wanda questions as she pushes two fingers over your clothed core. You bit back any noise and she pressed harder against your clit. Your hips bucked into her hand involuntarily. 

“So responsive,” Wanda sighed, her index finger still rubbing over you. “Has anyone touched you here before?” She wondered out loud.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice. Thankfully, you didn’t need to respond again because Wanda moved forward to roughly kiss you. Her teeth painfully bit your lip but soothed it with her tongue brushing over it. 

Hesitantly you kissed back, it was so wrong what you two were doing but you couldn't care less right now with your body feeling hot all over. Your hips tried moving against her but stopped when you felt something hard under her jeans. You tried looking down to see what it was but Wanda grabs your face to look at her again. 

“You’re too curious for your own good,” she whispers against your lips. You lean forward to kiss her again but her face turns to the side. “You don't deserve anymore until you beg, can you do that for me baby? Tell me how much you want me.”

You weren't sure what to say, but you needed to be touched again by her. As much as it was uncomfortable, you wanted to make her happy so you said what you could think of at the moment.  “I want you, Wanda. Anything, please just do anything. I’ve never done this before, Wanda please,” you begged. You felt self-conscious about what you said when Wanda had no reaction. Her face was blank, leaving you to wonder whether your words were too much or too little. 

Wanda quickly eased your thoughts when she kissed you again, this time her tongue entering your mouth right away. A quiet moan left your lips as you felt your shirt being tugged at. You helped her take the clothing off of your body, leaving you in only undergarments. 

Her body connects with yours again, this time you could feel her warm skin against yours which made the ache become more intense. You still weren't allowed to look down but you felt something against your underwear, sometimes pressing into you when she moved closer. 

Your bra and underwear were taken off before Wanda held onto your hips to lift you up onto the counter. You didn't even notice Wanda took off her underwear until you felt yourself being entered. 

“You look so pretty like this, I wonder what Stephen would say if he saw you like this,” Wanda hums. You whimper at the feeling, not paying attention to what she’s saying. The tip of her strap-on slowly enters you, you almost stop breathing at the new sensation.

“It hurts,” you cry as she pushes into you, inch by inch. Tears pricked at your eyes as she softly pulled a strand of hair around your ear. The feeling of her stretching you out burned, but it felt so good when she slowly circled around your clit with her fingers. 

She stills her movements for you to take it all in, feeling so full from her being buried inside you. “Shh baby, you just have to get used to it. I’ll make you feel better soon.”

It took all in her power to stop herself from moving as you adjusted to the feeling. Soon enough you grabbed onto her back to try and push her deeper. Wanda’s breath hitched when you held onto her, everything you felt, she felt too. 

Slowly she pulled out so that only the tip was inside you, after a few seconds, she slammed herself back in. You finally got a look at the strap-on that was disappearing into you, your eyes rolled back at the sight. Her pace got faster and harder, reaching areas you didn't even know existed. 

Your nails dug into her shoulder and your legs wrapped around her waist moving with her every time she thrusted into you. Her mouth brushed against yours as she moved inside you, the pace was fast making you embarrassingly close. Along with her fingers roaming your body, touching every inch of your skin, you felt as if you could burst at any moment.

A familiar feeling burned in the pit of your stomach, but it was more intense than anything you have felt before. “Please don't stop,” you moan into her mouth, almost like a demand. “I’m close, Wanda.”

Wanda had no time to respond, her own orgasm approaching at the same speed as yours. The only thing she could let out before your vision turned white was a mumble of words. “Fuck, your never going back there. You’re mine, I'm going to fill you up so much, Strange will realize his mistake when you come back full of my children.”

“Uh-huh,” you breathlessly groan, agreeing with whatever she just said as your  orgasm took over.

You came, wetness dripping onto the strap and down your thighs. Wanda continued to pound into you until her own orgasm stopped her. You felt hot long spurts of cum entering you followed by some leaking onto the counter. 

Wanda could feel the way you were pulsating on her cock, so she stayed still for a moment, relishing in the feeling she just experienced. Your face was buried in her neck and out of breath, when you finally came down from your high, your eyes widened once you took in what just happened. You had forgotten about the whole mission after Wanda took your virginity, you almost forgot why you were even here.

When Wanda finally pulled out of you, you hastily jumped off of the counter and started to put your clothing on. You stumbled a bit but you were able to collect your shirt and underwear.

Wanda turned around, her eyebrows furrowed. “What do you think you're doing?” She asked as she discarded the toy, her clothing was suddenly back on, you guessed it had something to do with her magic. “I have to get back– I need to get back home, they’re probably waiting for me. Dr Strange, he’s waiting for me,” you respond as you scramble to find the rest of your outfit.

Wanda laughs, “You’re not going back there.” You look at her with concern, of course you were going back there and never coming back after the mistake you made. Your plan was dented with Wanda cornering you into another wall, “You’re with me now and you’re not going anywhere.”

[onlyhereforthestories]

Cookies, Cuddles and Christmas Traditions (Mapi Leon x Reader)

Day 8! This is pure fluff and I love it. I can't wait to make traditions of my own with someone just like this. Does anyone have any they do around this time of the year? With an SO or family?

Christmas was only a few days away and you were sat in the cold at the Camp Nou stadium waiting for the Barca girls to play their final game of the calendar year. Mapi had made you promise to be there tonight and you were not one to let the love of your life down, even if you very really missed a game.

You were part of the back room staff at Barcelona football club and spent most of your time analysing the opposition teams and reporting your findings to the boss. That’s how you and Mapi met just over 5 years ago. The woman was new to the club and had been sent to try and find the trainers room, instead she stumbled into your office when you were midway through watching tapes of her at Atletico. After showing her where to go and praising her for her style of play you went your separate ways.

A few days later found the dyed haired woman back in your doorway but this time it was of her own accord. With slightly stuttered speech, something you still teased her about to the day, she had asked you if you wanted to get coffee and lunch with her after her training. Something you quickly agreed to. 5 years later, a few cats, a marriage and you were still going strong.

You are shaken out of your reminiscing by the ref blowing the whistle to start the game, which was a small shock being as you had been so far in your own head you hadn’t seen or heard the teams get on the pitch. Scanning the field you were quick to spot your wife running around the field, something you would never tire of watching.

The game was played at a relaxed pace for Barca, all the girls playing with a calmness you haven’t seen in ages. The ball was kept safe and played around the field without the other team getting a look in. Chances were created and some were scored and by the time the final whistle sounded, 6 goals had been racked up. Something that had all the fans and the girls dancing around to stadium celebrating for the final time in 2022.

When Mapi and the girls finally got to the section you were in you could see the adrenaline had started to wear off, the excitement still rotten all over their faces but the energy at which they moved had tapered off. When Mapi reached you she jumped and pulled herself up to your level using the railing and standing on the block when she could get the purchase.

“Hola Amor, how was that for a final game?” You smiled at the woman and pooped your arms round her shoulders to get that little bit closer.

“Wasn’t a bad way to end it, although you could have stopped a couple more of their shots if you got a little closer. Teams like Arsenal will take advantage of that if you aren’t careful.” You said it with a teasing but slightly serious tone of voice.

When Mapi rolled her eyes at you and smacked your shoulder you knew what you said had the desired effect. “Okay you goof, enough about football. I will just go get changed and then we can go home and start Christmas!” She pressed a quick but deep kiss to your lips before she was lowering herself down with strength that never failed to make you swoon. A fact she was fully aware of being as she sent a wink your way when her feet hit the ground before she turned and dashed for the tunnel.

About an hour later you found yourself standing in your kitchen looking at what could only be described as an hilarious sight. Mapi was stood at the kitchen counter looking at her phone with different ingredients scattered on the surface and a kiss the cook apron on that you had down right refused to follow. Even if she did look pretty hot with it on.

“What do you want me to do?” You stepped closer to her and pulled the sleeves of her hoodie you had stolen up your arms ready.

“You can sit up there and look pretty while I work pretty lady.” Doing as you were told you hopped up on the counter she pointed at and got yourself comfy. You pulled out your phone and connected it up to the kitchen speaker and put on some light Christmas music for some background noise.

You watched as Mapi concentrated weighing out the butter and sugar into the bowl. You laughed when she danced around the open space as she whisked the two ingredients together until the desired consistency was met. You jumped down briefly to put the stove top on in order to warm so of the mulled wine you had got from the shop on the way home, getting that into some warm mugs you passed one to your love before getting back into your spot.

By the time you had sorted that out Mapi was putting the flour into the mixture and getting the surface ready to kneed the dough before it had to be set in the fridge before the shape cutting fun could happen. Hopping off as soon as she started needing, you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist. “Can we do some coloured dough?” You tried to sweeten your request with a few soft kisses to the nape of the woman’s neck. When she hummed her agreement you stepped on your tip toes to reach her cheek and press a quick thank you kiss.

After routing through the cupboards for the colours you wanted, you were pleased to find the green, red and yellow in their boxes. When you got on the counter next to where Mapi was working you were please to find that she had already split to dough into 4 piles.

“Can you go get me some latex gloves please bebe. I don’t really want to have dyed hands for the Christmas break.” Nodding and jumping back down once again you ran off to your room to grab a few pairs.

By the time the dough was packed in the fridge to cool, Mapi had complained about her hands hurting about 12 times and you had at least 5 different streaks of dye on your thighs. Mapi always got handsy when she consumed any amount of alcohol, something you did not think of when you suggested the wine.

The 30 minute wait was spent cleaning up the kitchen and your body, before you knew it the timer you set was ringing. “Yay time to shape them!” Mapi couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm.

“Wait I did all the work, I get to shape them too.” She was joking but she couldn’t even keep that joke running for two seconds when she saw the sad pout on your face. “I’m joking silly girl, of course you can shape them. What do you want to do first?” She was happy with the grin you returned.

After making multiple shapes including candy canes, Christmas trees and stars you and Mapi were sat on the sofa sipping some more warm mulled wine and waiting for the oven timer to signify that the cookies were cooked. While you waited you were flicking through Netflix trying to find a Christmas movie to watch before bed. “What about elf?”

“But we normally watch that on Christmas Eve, can we save it?” You turned to the woman with your best please look which she caved to instantly and continued scrolling. You both settled on home alone 2 just as the timer went off, Mapi went to retrieve the cookies and when she came back in with a plate full of warm cookies you couldn’t have been more content with life.

You watched the film and ate more cookies than you probably should have being as they were meant to be for the get together you had planned with the girls the next day. You didn’t care about that though, not when you had one of those core memory evenings with the best woman you knew. A core memory that would turn into your and Mapi’s Christmas tradition for years and years and years to come.

[yikimiki]

Possessive reiner, pleasee💕💕

reiner x fem!reader | warnings: smut, college au, fingering, exhibitionism, public masturbation, dirty talk, possessiveness/jealousy

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Reiner comes behind you, his large torso bumping against your back as he slowly pushes your front against the messy kitchen counter. His voice is low and threatening when he speaks up, “We have to talk,” he says, one big hand landing on your hip. Reiner is not one to be so serious so suddenly, so your heart sinks in worry — is he feeling okay? Did something happen? But, before you can question him, he’s talking again. “Come sit down with me.”

You agree, letting him take you by the hand as you two skirt the intoxicated bodies in the crowded house-party, walking towards a couch nearby. There isn’t enough space for you two to sit down, however, but Reiner doesn’t flinch. He turns you around as he moves down, making you sit on his lap with your back facing him. He hums at the proximity, ignoring the curious gazes sent your way, and wraps both arms around your body, pushing you back against him.

“Is something wrong?” You ask. Besides not being so randomly serious, Reiner is not the biggest fan of PDA. So to feel his breath hot against your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder is... curious to say the least.

Reiner, however, ignores your question. “You look really fucking sexy in this,” he says, one large palm slithering down your hips, pausing where your skirt ends and the skin of your thigh begins. He sighs. “You’re the hottest girl in here, baby. I’ve been hard for so long now.” Reiner places a kiss against your neck — scorching, wet; running his tongue over the same spot. You shiver, biting your lower lip, and your hips move back just enough to brush against his hardened member. “Everyone wants to be me tonight, you know? I have you all to myself, don’t I?”

“Y-Yes,” you shiver. “But I don’t know what the problem is, Reiner. Do you want to go somewhere else?”

He hums, and the hand that is on your thigh dives beneath your skirt, making your breath hitch. You watch as he presses two fingers against your slit, moving slowly towards your clit. “Maybe later, baby,” he breathes out. You whimper when he presses down on it. “Wanna know what I’m thinking about?”

“What is it?” You ask. You feel your cheeks burning with such a public display — every time you look around, you catch a new inquisitive gaze from a stranger, just wondering what’s about to happen between you two — , but you don’t try to stop your boyfriend either. Reiner moves behind you, sinking down on the couch and making your cunt brush right over his erection.

“You’re making me so fucking hard, I can barely think straight.” His fingers push your underwear aside, losing no time before he gathers your arousal, trailing up your pussy. “All I want is to tear this pretty skirt from you and make you ride my cock in front of everyone. So all these people know who you belong to.” He groans when you shift around, trying to move away from the pressure of his digits on your clit. Reiner is much stronger than you, however, and one arm is enough to keep you in place. “Look at how wet you are, baby, and it’s all for me. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you echo mindlessly, eyes fluttering shut as you tilt your head back, leaning against his broad shoulder. Reiner looks down at you with hungry eyes, a spark of anger burning at the bottom of his irises. Part of you wants to know what got him so worked up — you’ve been checked out before in front of him, and he never showed you this kind of reaction. “Reiner...” you softly trail off, half-moaning his name, and for a moment he is lost in your beauty. “Tell me what got you so upset.”

He clicks his tongue and, for a moment, you see as the bliss moves away from his impassive features. There are slick, clicking sounds coming from between your legs now, his fingers making you fidget above him. Anyone who looks will know exactly what’s going on. “Heard these guys talking about how they want to fuck you,” he finally says. His fingers move down with no warnings, sinking inside you in one go. You almost moan out, but manage to muffle your cries against his neck. “All the things they want to do to you — my fucking girl. And I just couldn’t take it.” He smirks. “That’s why we’re giving them a show right now.”

You blink, embarrassed, and try to look around. “W-Where are—“

Reiner holds you by the jaw before you can find them, however, keeping your face in place. “When I’m with you, you look at me. Understand?” You nod, whining as he curls his fingers inside you just the right way. A little bit more and you’ll cum for sure. “You’re gonna be a good girl and look at me until you make a mess all over my fingers. And when we’re done, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t even care that the door is open.” Your pussy clenches around him at the though, a louder moan dripping past your lips as your orgasm approaches. Reiner smirks. “You like that, don’t you? Like when I show everyone who you belong to.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. “I’m all yours, Reiner, you know that.” You tell him, voice clogged up with lust. Your shaky, tiny hands are holding onto his strong forearm, and poor little you can’t even keep your eyes open for long — they just keep fluttering shut as you moan his name again and again m.

He knows what it means before you even say it.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Reiner commands.

And you do, throwing all your reservations out of the window as you gasp and moan in his hold, shamelessly rolling your pussy against his fingers. Reiner groans at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, his leaking cock throbbing inside his pants as his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry kiss. He swallows your cries as you come down from your high, but peeks through his heavy lids to look at the corner of the room, where he knows those two assholes are watching. Watching him take what is his. And no one else’s.

And he will take it again and again until they learn.