#me waking up in a cold sweat: straps. i need straps

[sealrock]

would you let yves show you unimaginable horrors that will melt you into a puddle of aether soup, y/n? 🥺👉👈

[wandaslittlebird]

Pendulum

Wanda x Reader, WandaNat x Reader

After a session with Wanda the prior evening, you wake up alone in your bed and find you’re a bit more reliant on her than you’d like to be.

CW: Sub drop, (kinda) panic attack, mood swings, guilt, Mommy Kink, mentions of spanking, established WandaNat (no cheating), pills (Tylenol and Xanax), Wanda generally being a protective and worried mama

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I may know hardly anything about dom drop, but I’m ✨well versed✨ in sub drop. I honestly think this one is adorable and I hope you all enjoy.

A/N: I wasn’t doing this consciously, but reading this back I realize I kinda did a reverse YAIL, so, if you haven’t already, go check out that series by @wandasaura

Fic based on this request

You woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air before your head even left the pillow. It was hard to find anything to ground you in your dark bedroom, but with the help of your stuffed bear, Francis, and some breathing exercises you’d been working on in therapy, you were able to calm down at least enough to breathe. Still, you found yourself dizzy, nauseous, in pain, and, perhaps most excruciatingly, alone.

Wanda. Where was Wanda? Where was your mommy? You needed mommy.

“Mommy?” You cried quietly into the empty room. But she wasn’t there. Of course she wasn’t there. She was at home, tucked peacefully into bed with Natasha, her wife. And you were here, in your cold, empty apartment, all alone.

You turned to look at the clock on your bedside table. 1:30 am. It was far too late to call her. She had to get up for work in a couple hours. You had to get up for class in a couple hours.

But god, you needed her. You needed just to hear her voice. Everything felt so empty without her here. Your brain felt like it was underwater. You couldn’t think. It felt like your mind was strapped to a pendulum, swinging back and forth between extremes. It’s like half of your mind was begging for Wanda while the other half scolded you for your over-reliance. You wanted her, but you didn’t want to want her. It was hyper-dependence clashing with hyper-independence in an internal battle that left you dazed and confused.

Just call her, you thought. She told you to call her if this ever happened.

You’d been her submissive for months, and, though you’d never actually experienced sub drop with her, the two of you had discussed it extensively. “You can call me at any time,” she’d said. “Even if it's been days. I’m here for you in any way you need me.”

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, pulling up her contact and hovering over the call button. But before you could press it, the pendulum swung back. You hurled the phone into your beanbag on the other side of the room.

What are you thinking? You can’t call her. She’s not your fucking girlfriend. You’re so reliant on her and she doesn’t even care about you. Leave her alone. This is your mess. Handle it.

You sighed, dragging your aching body off of your mattress. Everything hurt. The wounds she’d so loving inflicted the night before ached even more than they had when they were fresh. You wanted, needed, to feel her soft hands massaging soothing balm into your skin like they had only hours prior. But no.

Wanda. Wasn’t. Here.

It was just you and you alone. You needed to take care of this. You needed to pull yourself together and handle this on your own. You felt like you might be sick. The swinging of this pendulum was nauseating. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, pulling two Tylenol and a Xanax from the medicine cabinet. You sat on the toilet, tucking your head between your knees.

You didn’t understand what was happening. Or rather, you didn’t understand why it was happening. Wanda had done everything perfectly, just like she always did. She’d insisted you stay with her until you were out of subspace and your mind was clear again. She’d given you all the cuddles and love and reassurance you could possibly want. She’d even rubbed that soothing lotion on your sore ass despite the fit you’d pitched about it. This shouldn’t be happening. She’d done everything she was supposed to do. You were the problem.

You moved from the bathroom to your living room, pacing anxious circles until you worried the neighbors would complain. Then you decided on a walk.

A little walk to clear your head. That should help. No need to bother Wanda. You could take care of this by yourself.

—————

A little over two blocks proved you could not, in fact, take care of this by yourself. You found yourself collapsed on a bench outside your favorite coffee shop, her contact pulled up on your phone, sobbing as your thumb hovered over the call button.

You clicked it, anxiously awaiting an answer through the dial tone. Every second without an answer was a battle not to hit the red button, and smash your phone on the ground so you wouldn’t be tempted to try this again.

“Hello?” You heard, not Wanda, but Natasha’s sleep addled voice.

You silently cursed, debating hanging up the phone and forgetting the whole endeavor. You had very limited experience in dealing with Natasha. Where Wanda was warm and inviting, Natasha was cold and intimidating. Wanda had told you once that Natasha had a soft spot for you, but you remained unconvinced any of Natasha’s spots were “soft”.

Wanda had explained to you that Natasha’s had submissives of her own, but she tended to prefer brats, submissives who needed a harsher hand. “It’s not that she doesn’t like you,” Wanda had explained, “she’s just not used to sweet little girls like you.”

Still, the woman terrified you. And she definitely was NOT the one you wanted to be speaking to right now. But you took a deep breath, and answered her. “H-hello, Miss Natasha. C-can I speak to Wanda?” You stammered. You couldn’t keep the tears and desperation out of your voice when you added a “…please.”

“Y-yeah, sure honey. Just a second let me get her up,” she responded tiredly.

Your heart shattered at the thought of Natasha rousing a peaceful Wanda from her sleep just because you couldn’t get yourself together. But all such thoughts faded when you heard her voice through the phone. “Angel? Is that you? Is everything okay? Are you hurt? What’s going on?”

“Mommy…” you said tearfully. “I’m okay. I promise I’m okay, I just… I don’t know what’s happening. I mean I’m dropping, I know, but… I don’t know. I just needed so badly to hear you and talk to you. I’m sorry for waking you up. I’m so sorry. I know you said….” You were rambling breathlessly, but Wanda soon cut you off.

“Breathe for me, little love,” she instructed softly. “Three deep breaths. In and out. Can you do that for me, angel?”

You nodded despite knowing she couldn’t see you over the phone. You took three audible breaths, calming yourself down.

“Good girl,” she praised. “Now, can you tell me what’s happening?”

“I… I… Sub drop, I think,” you explained. “But like, really bad.”

“Aww,” she cooed. “I’m so sorry, my little love. Can you explain to me what you're feeling? Are you in pain? Do you need company?”

“I just… I don’t know why this is happening to me,” you cried. “Everything hurts so bad. My head feels like it’s spinning. And… And my body is so sore. It’s never happened like this with you before. You did everything so perfectly. I just don’t understand why I’m being like this.”

“Sub drop can happen no matter what, honey. And I’m so sorry it’s happening to you, sweetheart. Do you need to come back over?” She asked.

You pondered her question, the pendulum inside of you swinging violently. You felt like you were being torn in half between admitting you needed her help, and feeling defeated and weak that you couldn’t handle it on your own. But eventually you remembered it didn’t really matter. You made your choice when you took the Xanax. You weren’t going anywhere now. “I-I took some medicine. I can’t drive. I’m sorry,” you admitted.

“What medicine?” She asked, panicked. “Did you take too much? Are you okay?”

“It was just a Xanax. Just one. Just like I take for school sometimes,” you reassured.

You heard her breathe a sigh of relief on the other end of the line. “Okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry I panicked. You know I just worry sometimes. I tell you what, Nat and I are going to get you an Uber, and then you can spend the rest of the night here, okay?”

“Wanda, you don’t have to-“ You didn’t use her real name very often given the exclusively sexual nature of your relationship, but you needed her to know she wasn’t responsible for being your dominant right now. She was Wanda, and you were you: two grown adults. She didn’t have any obligation to take care of you right now, in the middle of the night on a Wednesday.

“But I want to, darling,” she interrupted. “Is that okay?”

“Y-yeah, but I’m not at the house right now.”

You heard her breath catch. “Where are you, honey? You promise me you’re safe?”

“I-I’m just at the coffee shop,” you explained. “I wanted to take a walk, b-but I didn’t make it very far.”

Wanda sighed. She’d have to have a little talk with you about walking all by yourself in the middle of the night. But not right now. Right now she just needed you in her arms as quickly as she could have you. “Alright, love. You’ve got a car on its way. Just stay on the phone with me until it gets there, okay?”

“O-okay.”

—————

The car was there within five minutes of Wanda’s order. Most of that time was just filled with tears and mumbled apologies on your end, and reassurance and encouragement on hers.

She waited anxiously by the front door for you to arrive, peeking out of the blinds with every set of headlights that passed by. She clutched her robe tight against her chest. If you were there, you would’ve teased her about her anxious habit. You always said she was “practically clutching her pearls.”

When you finally pulled into the driveway, she was standing in the front door frame before you could even get out of the car.

“Mommy!” You ran up to her, nearly tripping on the front porch steps on your way in. You were even more hysterical now that you were seeing her in person. Something about the sight of her made you fall apart. You felt safe now. You were going to fall, and she was going to catch you, and everything was going to be okay.

“Careful, love,” she chided, taking you into her arms. “Mommy’s got you. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m gonna take care of you and I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”

It sounded more like she was reassuring herself than anything, but her words still washed over you like a wave of relief. “I missed you, mommy.”

“I know you did, angel,” she said, kissing you on the temple. “Mommy missed you, too.”

She wrapped her arms just under your ass, still sore and super sensitive from your activities earlier that night. She picked you up, wrapping your legs around your waist. You squeaked in a mixture of surprise and pain.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know you’re sore. I’ll be gentle,” she cooed. “Let’s get you to bed. Tasha will be waiting for us.”

You just cried, burying your face into Wanda’s neck as she carried you up the stairs. You couldn’t talk anymore. You were so completely exhausted, mentally and physically. But it was okay. You had your mommy and everything was going to be okay. The bedroom door was already open, and, as Wanda had expected, Natasha was sat up against the headboard.

“Is that a little angel I see there?” You heard Natasha ask. Wanda sat you on her lap at the end of the bed, bending down to take off your shoes.

You peaked your eyes out from Wanda’s neck before perching your chin on her shoulder. “Hi Miss Natasha,” you sniffled. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“That’s alright, little angel,” she assured, sliding closer to you and Wanda on the bed. She looked so much kinder than usual, soft sleepy eyes smiling at you through your tears. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

You nodded, still teary eyed and snotty on Wanda’s lap while she unlaced your shoes.

Natasha cupped your cheek, wiping away stray tears. “It must’ve been so scary to start dropping without your mommy there, huh?” Her touch was unexpectedly gentle, as were her words. Maybe Wanda was right, maybe she really did have a soft spot for you.

You nodded, trying to speak but only managing to whimper a “mhm.” You blushed a little with embarrassment. Wanda must’ve told her all about your situation. You wondered momentarily if she thought your behavior was overblown or ridiculous, but if she did, her gentle face showed no indication.

“But now you’ve got your mommy and everything’s gonna be okay, right?”

You nodded again. “I-I hope you don’t mind if I steal your wife for a little bit for-for some extra snuggles.”

“Not at all little angel.” Natasha smiled softly. She could see your anxious embarrassment, and decided, despite her inexperience with soft subs, she’d make an attempt to soothe you. She knew she wasn't expected to, but she found herself desperate to make you feel better, even if it was only a little bit. “Your mommy could hardly stop bragging about you tonight, you know?”

“Re-really?” You asked. Natasha could see the tiniest little twinkle in your teary eyes.

“Really,” she confirmed. “She told me she was so proud of her sweet girl for calling her, because that must’ve been so scary for her, to call in the middle of the night. She knows you don’t like to wake people up, and asking for help when you need it is so so hard. And I said ‘wow, it sounds like you have the bravest little angel in the whole world. I think she deserves some extra special snuggles from mommy tonight, for being so brave.’”

“Y-you really think so?” you asked bashfully, hiding back in Wanda’s neck.

“I really do,” she confirmed. “And you know your mommy keeps her phone on silent in the nighttime. But she cares about you so much she has a special setting so it rings just for you.”

You smiled. Your heart fluttered, not only at the idea Wanda had her phone on for you, but also at the thought that Natasha must’ve known it was you before she answered. “I-I thought you might be mad at me,” you confessed. “Cause you and-and mommy were probably all snuggled up in bed and I came in and messed it all up!”

Natasha stroked your cheek as she shook her head. “No angel. Never. You could never mess up one of our snuggles by asking to be a part of it. We’re both so proud of you, for calling and getting help.”

“P-promise?” You asked.

Natasha held out her pinky, which you wrapped with your own. “Promise.” She confirmed.

Wanda finally got your shoes off and placed them on the floor next to the bed. “Okay little love,” she announced, easing your pajama pants down around your knees. “I’m gonna get some of the nice lotion again, okay?” She’d already put a little on earlier, but she figured it would probably do quite a bit to soothe your current pains, both physically and emotionally.

You wrapped yourself around her, refusing to let her move. You didn’t need silly lotion, you needed her. You whined at the prospect of having to let go.

Natasha giggled and sat down next to Wanda. “Do you want me to do your lotion while you hang onto mommy?”

You nodded, sending her into the next room. Wanda kissed your temple. “I told you she likes you.”

“I’m so spoiled,” you mumbled blissfully into her neck.

“You deserve it, angel,” she said.

Natasha returned to the room with the bottle of lotion. She approached you and rubbed your back gently. “Alright little angel, is it okay if I touch your bottom, or do you want mommy to do that part?”

You pondered for a moment. On one hand, having Wanda do it would mean getting to lay over her lap again. But, you found yourself inexplicably excited by the thought of Natasha putting your lotion on. Maybe, if you played your cards right, you could have the best of both worlds.

“You can do it, Miss Natasha,” you said while flipping yourself over to lay over Wanda’s lap.

“Oh,” Wanda squeaked in pleasant surprise. From this position she could’ve just as easily applied the lotion. She was pleased to know that you wanted Natasha to do it, though. She pulled up your shirt and rubbed your back.

“Okay, it’s gonna be a little cold,” Natasha advised, giggling a little bit when you jumped at the cool liquid anyway. Her hands were so gentle as she soothed your raw skin. You wondered if she was this gentle with her subs as well. “All done. Do you want a kiss?”

You nodded, feeling so completely at ease with the two women taking care of you. Natasha placed a gentle kiss to each of your red ass cheeks.

“Does Tasha’s kisses make it feel all better?” Wanda asked.

You nodded into Wanda’s thigh.

“I’m glad I could help,” Natasha giggled, placing the lotion on Wanda’s nightstand so it’d be ready for you again in the morning. She crawled back into bed, making herself comfortable on her side.

Wanda placed you face down on her own side of the bed, trying not to disturb you too much as she slid her legs out from under your body. She crawled over you, placing herself in the middle between you and Natasha, pulling you tight into her side.

You laid your head on her chest, catching a glimpse of Natasha’s pretty smile in the low lighting. She really didn’t look like she minded you being here at all. In fact, she looked happy.

In your fuzzy haze, you waved at her from across the bed.

Wanda and Natasha both giggled, hearts swelling at the innocence of the gesture. You just wanted Natasha to feel included, and what better way to acknowledge her presence than with a kind wave hello.

Natasha waved back. “Hi, little angel,” she said, reaching over Wanda to pinch your cheek.

You looked up at Wanda, your big eyes gently pleading. “Mommy, do you think I could sleep on your other side so I can be closer to Miss Natasha?”

Wanda smiled giddily. She never expected such a request from you, but she was more than happy to oblige. She was overjoyed to see your relationship with Natasha growing. “Of course, sweet girl,” she said, effortlessly flipping you over to her other side.

“You know, you don’t have to call her Miss Natasha,” Wanda said. You’d always called her that since you’d first met her without any prompting to do so. She certainly didn’t mind, but Wanda had always secretly hoped you’d get past the formality. There was nothing she wanted more than for her two favorite people to love each other as much as she loved them. “I bet she’d like it if you called her daddy. Only if you wanted to.”

You faced Natasha, who looked surprised at the proposal, but nodded.

“I thought only your subs were allowed to call you that?” You said, equally shocked by Wanda’s words.

“Hmm…” she pretended to ponder the question. “For my little angel I think I can make an exception.”

You smiled. “In that case,” you pressed a small kiss to her cheek. “Goodnight daddy.” You turned back to Wanda, placing a kiss on her jaw as you snuggled back into her chest. “Goodnight mommy. I love you.”

“Sweet dreams, little angel,” Natasha said, wrapping herself up behind you.

“Get some rest, little love,” Wanda said, kissing your head.

And finally, the pendulum stopped swinging.

Taglist (ha I remembered this time): @boredandneedsfanfic @marvelwomenarehot0

[newlynova]

MDNI. every night you wake up in a cold sweat— arms and legs too heavy to move, tongue weighed down by blocks of cement. you can barely breathe on your own, stale air trapped in your lungs as the glowing eyes in the shadow of your bedroom watch you squirm. pinned under by the weight of darkness, it seems that the demon in the corner of your room wants to give you more of a reason to squirm. cw void!stiles stilinski, sleep paralysis, somnophilia, dubcon. 1k.

"you're finally awake, hm?" a low voice breathed into your ear, the ghost of a fingertip brushing along the thin strap of your tank top. their touch was cold, sending an uncontrollable shiver down your spine as their fingers danced along the length of your chest.

"but not truly, are you? if you were… you'd be recoiling from me in disgust, you'd be screaming," they gave a sharp tug on your spaghetti strap, pulling on the elastic band far enough that when released, it made a harsh smack against your skin, the pain from the snap would have made you wince, would have at least prompted a scared whimper from your lips. but, you could barely make a sound— your limbs betraying you, laying uselessly by your side.

the edge of the bed dipped under the weight of the demon, the shadow of the night concealing his features with a dark mask. "i can see why the boy is so fond of you," the figure murmured to himself, their voice barely above a whisper. their fingers danced up the curve of your shoulder, ghosting over your neck before settling beneath your jaw, shifting your head in their direction.

"you're a lot stronger than you seem… a lot more stubborn than i realized," the figure leaned over you, their face just mere inches from your own. "but, you're not strong enough to evade me. you're in my domain now, and i will not allow you to break free from me so easily."

underneath the pale white glow of the moon, you could finally see who the intruder was— your best friend, your childhood crush: stiles stilinski. but, it wasn't really stiles, was it? no. no, it wasn't.

his skin was too pale, and the warmth in his chocolate brown eyes had transformed into something more… predatory. the hold stiles maintained on your throat tightened, his chapped lips curling up into a wicked smile. it was as if the boy you knew had checked out, and something else, something darker had checked in instead.

"you're a beautiful girl, did you know that? with such a pretty face, i can understand why the boy has allowed you to consume his every waking thought," stiles gave your neck a gentle squeeze, your pulse growing faster beneath his grip. you could barely breathe, the cool slivers of air you were allowed in barely filling your lungs. "i think i'll keep you here… make you mine and toy with you whenever i need. how does that sound, hmm? for me to keep you around like a pet?"

stiles leaned closer, the tip of his nose mere centimeters away from yours. you could feel the coolness of his breath fanning over your lips, his hand twitching against your throat. you wanted to scream, to push him, to hit, to do something. but, your body was powerless and the weight of his control over you was suffocating.

his other hand lingered over your hip, thumb brushing along the curve of your hip bone before shifting over to the warmth between your legs. your stomach grew sour as he peeled your thighs apart, your limbs stiff as he opened your body up to him. the smile on his lips grew larger, the white pearls of his teeth exposed as a cheshire grin painted itself across his face.

"look at you," he whistled as he straightened back up, his eyes now locked on the sight of your vulnerability. a damp patch had formed at the front of your panties, the thin fabric clinging to the outline of your folds. "look at how your body betrays you, darling. i'm not even touching you yet… but, here you are… already wet and aching for me like the good little pet you're meant to be."

the hair along your arms and legs stood on end as stiles licked at his lips, a glint of hunger swirling in his eyes. you wanted to throw up, the feeling of his gaze on your body making you grow nauseous. "i can feel your mind fighting your body, darling," stiles's tone darkened, his voice dropping an octave as he shifted into a comfortable position between your legs. "you're trying to convince yourself that you don't want this… that your body doesn't want to be bent, and stretched, and spread by my hands,"

"but, guess what?" stiles tugged the silver zipper of his jeans down, the rustling of fabric making your mouth grow dry. "it's better if you don't fight it. you're mine now, after all, it'll be better in the long run if you give in now, darling."

the weight of stiles's cock slapping against your cunt almost made you jolt in surprise, the heaviness of his erection prompting your cunt to flutter around emptiness. your clit twitched beneath the weight, his hips grinding against you at a languid pace. you wanted to push him away, wanted to hate the feeling of his dominance consuming you. but, even under the spell of sleep paralysis, you couldn't quite push him away. at least, mentally.

"that's my good girl," stiles praised with a wolfish grin, his large hands cupping the back of your knees, forcing your legs up towards your chest. he had folded you into a position of his desire, pushing your panties to the side with one hand while the other squished your thighs together to keep you in place.

the head of his flushed cock glided through your messy pussy lips, collecting and smearing your arousal around before dipping slowly into your entrance. your brain couldn't fight against him anymore, the burning stretch of his cock diving deep into you almost coaxing a moan through your dry lips.

"open yourself up to me, pet," stiles grunted as his hips slowly began to rock into you, the hooked curve of his cock catching against the sensitive gooey spot along your walls with each thrust. your cunt clenched around his cock, strangling his length and drawing him in deeper and deeper. "and, let me make you mine."

[mazikeenhyde]

Sweat on me – Part 2 18+ ONLY 

Wrestler Reader x Rhea x Jey Uso 

Y/N – Your Name

Y/W/N – Your wrestling name 

WARNING – SMUT, Girl x Girl, Man x Girl, Threesome, Mami Kink, Daddy Kink, Gagging, Choking, DOM!RHEA, DOM!JEY, SUB!READER, SPANKING, ROUGH SEX, SHOWER SEX ETC – Essentially, it’s a threesome in a shower so take from it what you would expect. 

FYI – I don’t tend to include reference to contraception very often, just assume if it isn’t stated the reader is on the pill/implant. 

SWEAT ON ME – PART 2

“I knew you could hear us” Rhea’s voice purred across the top of my neck, each hair of mine standing on its end as I attempted to swallow and compose myself in this very moment. Her dark painted fingernails pulled softly at the loose strands of my hair which had fallen from my messy bun during my workout. She toyed with them in her fingers as she ran her tounge bar across her teeth and took in a sharp breath, inhaling my sweaty scent. Each wave of it fueling the ecstasy she lived for. 

“Good girls gone wild aye baby” Jey’s voice trailed down my spine, on the opposite side to where Rhea was standing. I was stood, like a deer in the head lights as he reached out with his fingertips and lightly stroked across the top of my arm. My entire body came to life with a wave of goosebumps as I tried to focus but somehow, I was lost in the pleasure of it all. 

Lowering his lips to my neck Jey nipped and kissed softly at my skin as Rhea swept away at the loose hair, tucking it behind my ear and in a breathy exchange of words whispered to me, “Breathe baby, breathe.” Lowering her hands she ran her nails up the top of my thigh to the seam of my gym shorts, edging herself closer and closer to my core as Jey’s wandering hands found my lower back, pulling gently at the thin fabric gym shirt, balling it up in his fist and pulling it up and over my head to expose my sports bra underneath. 

The remaining sweat glistening across my breasts seemed like such an open invitation to the young man as he took a sharp breath and smirked, biting his lip and grinning at the sight. “God damn” he sucked through his teeth, running his hand through his hair before looking over to meet with Rheas eyes. 

She glanced at him before returning her gaze back to me and stepping in front she pushed me back towards the cold locker room wall, closing the gap between us so that only a few millimeters stood between my lips and hers. 

“You want this baby girl…. You want to do this y/n?” She said in a stern yet delicious manner, every word that fell from her mouth set alight the sexual goddess within me who had already stripped herself down inside my mind and was bent over ready to be buried into next week. I nodded as I stood in front of her, legs like jelly, breath shaky and pussy soaked close to drowning. 

She shook her head and tutted her finger in front of my face, wagging it in a playful and yet dominant manner as Jey appeared behind her, his hands gripped tightly to her waist as he grinned, his teeth flashed a golden smile in the plastic strip lighting before biting down on the inside of her neck, leaving mini bruises in its wake. 

“I need words baby girl, use your words for Mami” she said sucking in her breath at the end from Jey’s actions before raising my chin with her index finger and raising my eye line to meet hers. 

“What you say?” She paused closing the gap between our lips to less than a millimeter, it was torture. Her hand braced against the wall behind me and the other now gripped tightly to the strap of my sports bra. “You want Mami and Jey to fuck you rough, to fuck you hard, to break that little pussy in and show you just how badly we can make you scream?” Her tounge dripped in demonic power as I felt myself get lost in her eyes, those dark powerful circles had entrapped me forever more. 

I nodded again without thinking, then without hesitation Rhea took in a sharp breath, rolling her eyes and grabbing a hand to my shoulder she pulled me back and spun me around, so my face was slammed against the cold wall. Jey tutted through his teeth and dropped to his knees pulling my feet apart and thrusting my mini shorts down to my ankles, exposing my little black lace thong underneath. 

He stood and grabbed both my hands holding them above my head as Rhea came up behind me and with a hard heavy slap delivered to my ass cheeks she stood back up and pulled at a hairband at her wrist. I yelped out in pain as she began tying her hair up loosely behind her head before delivering another two hard and heavy smacks to my ass. 

“I said I needed words y/n” Rhea stated as she continued with another two heavy smacks to my ass. My skin burned hot and alive, the stinging while painful only fed fuel to the fire burning inside me. 

Rhea crouched down to her knees and took a closer look at her work, my skin now painted pink with red tinges her eyes were caught by a couple droplets that had escaped my pussy, trickling their way down my inner thigh. 

Smiling her devilish grin she leaned in and ran her tounge from the base of my thigh up to the top, tasting the juice that they had both caused. A loud moan escaped my lips as she did so, my inner goddess now thrusting herself around mimicking being fucked by the pair of them in the hot showers. 

Jey’s hand was quick to replace Rheas as his rough and calloused fingers flew through the air and landed an almighty blow to my ass, causing me to yelp out in pain again, only this time the yelp and moan had combined, and my internal filter was now out of control. My behind now bright red with visible handprints begged me to do as I was told. 

“Mami asked you a question!” Jey stated firmly, raising his hand and threatening the same action again. 

“Yes, Yes, Yes I, I, I do, Yes…. Yes please, I, I want this, please” I stuttered, a mixture of emotions had taken over me as I had become a hot stuttering mess who was wildly turned on and still physically exhausted from the gym. 

Rhea rose to her feet as Jey let my hands go and they both stood in front of me smiling as I turned back around, very aware my gym shorts were still locked around my ankles and trying not to trip over them. 

“Good girl” Rhea said as she whispered in Jey’s ear and he smiled, winking and blowing me a kiss as he backed away, disappearing around the corner. 

Rhea closed in on me placing on foot in between mine to hold down my gym shorts as I stepped out of them and into her grasp. 

“Jump baby” She whispered and as I did, she grabbed onto me tight, one hand tightly grasped around my waist and the other holding onto my ass. She nuzzled into my neck and began kissing at my skin, nipping and pulling at my neck as we turned and headed around the corner following behind Jey. 

Seconds later Rhea dropped me to the floor and took my hand before reaching out and pushing open the door in front of us as she led me into the open shower block. It was ridiculously hot in there, incredibly steamy and you could barely see more than a foot in front of you. But what I could make out was a dark figure engrossed into the steam in front of us. His masculine frame and outline perfectly encompassed in this poor lighting, offering hinted shadows exactly where it was needed. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the thought of Jey Uso standing naked in front of me. 

Stepping forward and slightly more into focus his frame was even more impressive, his tattoos perfectly highlighted his arms and with one arm snaking its way behind my back he lifted me up and led me back into the open shower, closely followed behind by Rhea. 

Jey slammed his fist against one of the shower knobs on the wall and spun it around before slowly lowering me t my feet and holding on tight to my hips he began to leave kisses all over my upper body. Moving one hand to my head he pushed my face away from his so I was facing forward and, god damn there she was. Rhea Ripley, now just stood in a black laced bra and panties she slowly stepped towards me, unhooking her bra from behind and letting it fall to the floor. Exposing her tits they gleamed like perfect little white sun kissed orbs, awash with hot steam and bubbles from the shower. Rhea closed the gap in on us and running her hands around my cheeks she pulled me in so our lips could meet. 

An ever-deepening kiss ensued , our tounges danced with one another, a hungrier need to taste each other built as I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips. Rhea bit down on my bottom lip each time the kiss broke off for a second before starting again.

 Hot water still beat down above us as she locked her fingers in tight and grasped at the watertight sports bra that had sucked itself tight to my chest. In one strong pull she released the tension and dragged it over my head, pulling out my hair brand in the process as threw it all to the wet floor below us. 

Our kiss continued once again as Jey was fast to lower himself to his knees, his wandering hands exploring over our wet and naked thighs as his hand embraced his hard cock, beating it up and down as he took in the sight above him. In his mind he could see two naked goddesses making out for his own personal sex show, and he loved every second of it. 

One hand still grasped onto his member he knelt up higher and taking a tight hold he bit down hard on one of Rhea’s exposed nipples, toying with the piercing bar in-between his tounge. Her moans bounced from each wall, echoing around us as her nails dug into the back of my hair in a wave of indescribable pleasure. Jey then swapped over to my bare chest, latching his tounge to the inner of my breast and sucked hard, leaving behind dark purple bruises and teeth marks. Like a captain on a ship, he knew exactly where his territory was marked. 

Jey paused and reached out his arms, wrapping them around the both of us to lock our passionate make out session in tighter. His fingers gripped on tight to the elasticated band of Rheas laced underwear, tugging at the hem. Jey pulled them down slowly, exposing Rheas of so perfect pussy and went to discard them to the side of the shower floor before Rhea stopped and grabbed his arm, breaking our kiss and crouching down to meet his face. She smirked and took a hand to the back of his neck as they closed the gap themselves, sharing a deep kiss before she winked at him and took her panties from his hand and tossing them to the side herself. Jey then reached up and helped me to shimmy out of my laced thong as well, before the pair of them stood up together, their height towering over me. 

Rhea leant down gently pushed my shoulders down, following her guidance I continued until I was on my knees, wiping the water away from my eyes as I stared back up at the pair of them. 

“You be a good girl for Mami now” Rhea grinned and ran her tounge across her bottom lip. “You be a good girl and take all of Daddys cock, you can do that for me now cant you baby” Rhea purred as she knelt down to my ear and ran her tounge along the outside of it. My entire body had never felt so alive as I nodded and rose up to a better position. 

Jey stood in front of me, his hand firmly grasped around his dick as he ran the water up and down his impressive size. I wasn’t sure if I could take it all, but I knew damn well I would die trying. 

Rhea came up behind me, also kneeling and wrapped one hand around my chest as her fingers began playing with my nipple while the other hand snaked its way to my inner core. Her dark painted fingernail ran its way through my wet folds as my heartbeat outside of my chest, the pace growing faster with every inch closer she got until…. Fucking contact. 

Rhea ran her fingertip back and forth continuously, beating at my clit, pounding and punishing it as loud heavy moans escaped my lips. I could feel my inner core tightening with every second, her hands like magic as that knot grew tighter inside me. She carried on as Jey took his thumb and prized open my already wide lips, still groaning in pleasure he pushed his cock into my mouth and encompassed with the water from the shower I began to gag on it. That only fueled his power-hungry soul as he began to fuck my mouth, his cock pressing up against my tonsils with every thrust while Rhea bit down on my neck, leaving hot and soapy kisses as her fingers produced magic against my now swollen bud. Every sensation, every movement, every motion was like a fucking sensory overload I felt myself wash away into an uncontrollable sexualized mess. 

“Fuck baby, uh uh uh, oh fuck yes, fucking hell baby” Jey moaned through his barely audible gasps before dragging his dick out from the back of my throat. He took a fistful of my hair and dragged me up, spinning me around and throwing me back down so I was on my hands and knees. I struggled to catch my breath as the hot water lashed down above us and I swiped at my hair throwing it over my shoulder so I could see again and take that oh so very important breath. Jey grabbed a hold on my hips and smirked, looking into Rheas eyes as he blew her a kiss. 

“You be a good girl for Mami now baby g, you put that mouth to use and eat her out right, Daddy is gonna bust open this pussy until I have you screaming for me” Jey demanded and pushed my head down into Rhea’s crotch. “Are we clear?!”

Rhea grinned and blew a kiss back to him before using both her hands, she grabbed fistfuls of my soaked hair pulling my face in to bury it inside of her pussy. Meanwhile Jey grabbed a tighter hold on my hips and pulled my ass up into the air, not giving a second to consider allowing me to adjust to the sheer size of his dick, he thrust himself inside. His entire cock now buried deep into my pussy as he began to fuck me, hard, rough and without mercy. 

The overwhelming pleasure flew through my entire self as his cock filled every inch of my insides, stretching me out and feeding my inner sexual goddess. Jey’s thrusts deepened even harder as I ran my tounge up Rheas perfect pussy, lapping at her folds and began nipping at her clit. 

Rhea’s moans were something of pure bliss, just the sound of them could bring you to orgasm as her grip on my hair got tighter and I began sucking hard on her swollen bud. Her moans and groans sent waves of goosebumps across and down my spine as I tasted every ounce of her. 

As minutes passed the three of us now matched perfectly in time and pattern as Jey’s reached around my thigh and his fingers pummeled at my clit, continuously back and forth until that knot in my stomach grew so tightly, I thought I was going to explode. 

Rhea’s thighs tightened around my head as I was bringing her closer to the edge and Jey’s legs began to shake and his thrusts grew messy as he himself was barley holding on. 

Then, like a wave of pure, raw, unimaginable power all three of us reached our peak and summit fever erupted. Jey’s finger tips drove tightly into my ass cheeks as he filled my pussy with his hot, delectable white juices, sloppy minimalized thrusts followed on as he saw himself right through to the very end. 

At the same time Rhea and I both saw stars as the knots in our stomach released and the wave of dopamine surged through our blood streams, leaving all three of us in sweaty exhausted piles on the shower floor. 

Jey pulled himself back as his cock fell from my pussy and he collapsed onto his ass, one knee up for support as he rested his elbow and stared at the two naked women in front of him. 

Rhea pulled herself up to rest on her elbows as I followed suit, resting on my palms and trying to catch my breath. 

No one said a word, we each took a moment to pause and take in every feeling, every second of the situation and feed from it. The water still lashing down around us and the steam still filling the air Jey smirked and turned his head to face me. 

“So, y/n…” He said, I turned my head to face him, still slightly out of breath. 

“This gonna be your new favorite type-a cardio?” He smirked and Rhea snorted, laughing at his remarks. 

“Just saying, way more fun than just runnin on a treadmill for hours! Besides, can always get in another workout after Raw?” Jey said smirking as he winked at me.

Rhea turned and faced me, pulling herself to her knees and placing a gentle kiss on my lips, smiling at me as our eyes connected. 

“I’m down if you are” Rhea said softly. 

“My hotel room or yours?” I smirked. 

The End. 

*Phew… I need a cold shower* 

[beansprean]

Izzyhuahua is the most insanely accurate characterization yet. Thank you @batsarebetterthanpeople for your post.

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Ed, in a modern black tee shirt and jeans, walks in a door that dings when he opens it. He has a square shaped cloth shoulder bag strapped over his chest that is decorated with skulls and embroidered with "Izzy" at the top. Popping up from inside is a dark brown long haired Chihuahua with white on his muzzle, spots on his head that look like angry eyebrows, and a spot on his cheek that looks like an x. 1b. Ed from the back as he holds up dog Izzy with both hands, saying, "you're gonna have to sedate him." Lucius, dressed as a vet tech in peach scrubs and a red kerchief, holds out his hands to take him with a smirk, responding dismissively, "Haha, don't worry! Dr. Bonnet can handle this little guy." Izzy growls softly. 1c. 10 minutes later. Lucius reappears, hair missed, clothes torn, and a bloody bandage around his left pointer finger. He holds out a form on a clipboard and says, "Yeah, we're gonna need to sedate him."

2a. Close up on Stede, dressed in teal scrubs with a stethoscope around his neck, on a bubbly yellow background. He looks up, eyes widening and cheeks turning red, mouth soft as he fumbles through an introduction, "Hello, I'm Dr. ...uh.... Stede..." 2b. Reverse close up of Ed in a similar state, staring lovestruck and blushing as he responds dazedly, "...Ed..." 2c. Close up on Izzy as he furiously launches himself upwards, growling and snarling! Offscreen, Ed screams, "Ahh, fuck, Izzy, no!!" and Stede shrieks, "Oh God!!" and calls for Lucius.

3a. Later, Izzy is now out cold on an examination table, snoring and tongue sticking out but somehow still looking angry. Text nearby points to him and says "extra extra drugs". Ed and Stede stand on either side of the table, Ed gently petting Izzy's back with a smile as he explains, "He has a lot of separation anxiety... I'd just like him to stop biting people, haha." Stede, arms crossed, looks down skeptically at the dog and just replies, "Right." He thinks to himself, 'Diagnosis: complete asshole.' 3b. Ed looks down, blushing a bit, and continues, "Makes dating kinda tough, heh." Stede immediately perks up but tries to keep it casual, looking everywhere but Ed and sweating at his temple. "oh?" he ventures carefully. "You're single, then?" Ed sighs, replying, "Yeah. Iz here has run off my last two boyfriends." 3c. Ed looks up at the ceiling, playing ignorance, and taps his chin facetiously, wondering aloud, "But maybe if I found someone good with animals...who understood-" Stede, looking sweaty and panicked, interrupts him at top volume with "Do you want to have dinner with me?!" 3d. Stede drops his tomato red face into his hands, mumbling, "I'm sorry, that was so unprofessional..." Ed just beams at him from the other side of the table, clearly having gotten the invite he was fishing for. On the table, Izzy starts to twitch and wake, one angry eye cracking open.

4a. Stede and Ed on a black leather loveseat in Ed's home, mismatched candles the only source of light on either side of them and music drifting sensuously from a speaker. Both are clearly dressed for a date, Stede in a button up and khakis and Ed in a purple henley and gray trousers. They are leaning close, knees interlaced, Ed's hand on Stede's thigh and the other cupping his cheek, Stede with one hand stretched on the back of the couch and the other expertly cupping a wine glass. Their faces are an inch apart, eyes closed, about to have their first kiss. 4b. There is a happy "yip!" as Izzy suddenly jumps up into Ed's lap and places his little paws on his chest, breaking the moment and causing Ed and Stede to jerk back from each other in surprise. 4c. Ed laughs and wraps his hands around the little dog, hearts floating up as he coos, "Aww, Izzy! Did you need some attention?" Unnoticed by Ed, Izzy turns to look at Stede over his shoulder to aim what can only be called a triumphant smirk at him. Stede jerks in surprise and looks immediately offended and angry. /end ID

[semperama]

hiii, for the ask game, i would love nr 7 (i dreamt about you last night) for buddie! ✨️

This is probably not what you had in mind when you sent this prompt, and I'm sorry!! It got a little angsty on me. Also long.

“I dreamt about you last night.”

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Buck wakes up to sheets soaked with sweat, a scream halfway out of his mouth. His ears are still ringing with gunfire, sirens. His heart is pounding, his lungs pulling desperately at the air. He paws at his face, his neck, looks at his hands in the semi-dark and expects them to be stained black with blood.

But it’s just clean skin. He’s alone in his bedroom, legs tangled in the blankets, no copper taste on his tongue.

It was a dream. Just a dream.

The fourth time he’s had the same dream in as many nights.

He throws back the covers and gets out of bed, goes into the bathroom where he turns on the light and splashes water on his face, like that might wash it all the way. They always do it in the movies, the water trick. He wonders if it ever works for them. It doesn’t work for him.

Even when he’s awake, he sees it. The blank expression on Eddie’s face. The pool of blood spreading across the asphalt. The way Eddie’s hand moved. He reached for Buck like Buck could save him, and Buck tried, but it doesn’t feel like it was enough. Even though Eddie’s alive—it was because the bullet missed vital organs, and because the surgeons knew what they were doing. But if he’d been hit a couple inches to the left…Buck couldn’t have done anything. Eddie might still have reached for him, but all he would have been able to do was watch him die.

“Fuck,” he mutters, then splashes himself with another handful of cold water. He can’t—won’t—go back to bed, so he shuts off the faucet and goes downstairs, curls up on the couch and turns the TV on.

He should nod off again. He’s tired enough to. But he knows by now what will happen if he does, the worst moment of his life in technicolor, surround sound. So he stays awake, until the gray light of dawn crowds out the darkness beyond his windows.

———

The nightmares didn’t start until Buck went home. The nights he slept on the Diaz couch were quiet and dreamless, either because he was too exhausted or too numb. He went to work, did the necessary chores, helped Christopher with his homework and cooked him dinner. His body ran on autopilot and his mind stayed blissfully blank, and at night he dropped off to sleep like someone pulled his plug.

But it’s been almost a week since Eddie got home, five days since he sent Buck back to the loft. You’ll kill your back sleeping on that couch much longer. I’ll call you if you need you. Buck hasn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep in a night since.

“You look like shit,” Chim says when Buck clomps up the stairs for breakfast at the start of their next shift. And Buck knows it’s the truth. He saw himself in the mirror this morning. His eyes are bloodshot, and the circles under them have darkened into a bruised shade of purple. His hands have been shaking so much, he keeps them stuffed into his pockets or curled around something—the strap of his bag, a coffee mug.

Bobby’s busy chopping a handful of chives, but when he looks up, Buck knows immediately what he’s going to say.

“Go home, Buck,” Bobby says. “You know you’re no use to us like this.”

What the fuck am I going to do at home? Buck wants to ask—but he also knows Bobby’s right. In his current state, he’d end up jamming the Jaws into his own leg, or throw himself off the side of a building before clipping in.

Maybe neither would be so bad, though. Maybe a different kind of pain would be a relief.

Regardless, he can’t go home. He sits inside the Jeep in the parking lot for almost ten minutes, hands curled around the steering wheel, wondering if a nap here would end up the same way. Then, he starts up the engine and drives to Eddie’s.

It takes a while for Eddie to get to the door, and Buck realizes too late he’s probably sleeping. It’s early, and the painkillers always make him tired, and Buck should have just—let him sleep. Someone should be getting some sleep.

“Why didn’t you just come in?” Eddie asks when he sees it’s Buck on his doorstep. He looks—soft. His hair is sleep-rumpled. He’s not wearing a shirt, his sling strapped across his bare chest, and soft black sweatpants sit low on his hips. Buck wants to lean in and bury his face into the place where his shoulder meets his neck.

“Not sure,” Buck says honestly. His brain isn’t working right, probably. How could it, when it’s wrapped in three layers of cotton?

Eddie steps back to let him in, a furrow forming in his brow. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he says. “And why do you look like—is everything okay?”

Buck shuffles in just enough for Eddie to shut the door behind him. “I had a dream about you,” he says, dropping his gaze to the floor. He feels like a child, showing up in his parents’ bedroom in the middle of the night to cry about the monsters in his closet. Or—it’s how he imagines it must feel. His own parents certainly weren’t interested in protecting him from the things that go bump in the night.

“A dream?” Eddie repeats. He takes a step forward, puts a hand on Buck’s shoulder, and ducks his head to meet his eyes.

“More than one, actually.” Buck doesn’t want to look at him, but he knows he won’t stand for it. “Every night.” His voice cracks. “The sniper.”

“Buck.” Eddie’s hand tightens on him, grips hard enough to hurt. It’s good. Grounding. Buck wants to beg him to leave a bruise. “Why didn’t you say something?

“You’re the one who got shot,” Buck says. “What right do I have to even—”

“No, hey.” Eddie moves in closer, his hand kneading Buck’s shoulder, only a few inches of space between them now. “For me, it was just…pain, and-and your face, and then black. For you…I’ve been in your shoes before, too. I know how scary it can be.”

Buck wants to reach for him, but there’s no safe place to put his hands—the soft skin of Eddie’s waist, the pillow crease that slashes across the side of his face. “I almost didn’t save you.” Finally, Buck touches Eddie’s elbow, just gently, with the tips of his fingers. “I froze, Eddie.” His breath hitches. He can feel his face start to crumple. “I almost didn’t—”

“Oh, Buck.” Eddie yanks him in, guides Buck’s forehead to that spot Buck wanted to nestle into moments ago, holds him close. It’s awkward with Eddie’s bum arm smushed between them, his knuckles digging into Buck’s stomach, but it’s also perfect, because Eddie is warm and alive, his heart beating and blood rushing through his veins and lungs expanding, his breath ruffling Buck’s hair. “I’m here,” he murmurs, his fingers scratching into the hair at the back of Buck’s head. “I’m fine. You did save me, okay? I’m right here.”

Buck cries. For how long, he doesn’t know. Shaky sobs into Eddie’s shoulder, Eddie’s skin going slick under his cheek. His arms curl around Eddie’s waist, and his fingers dig in, clinging. Eddie almost died, but he didn’t die. He’s here, and he’s solid, and he’s real. Buck doesn’t ever want to let go of him again.

“Here, why don’t we…” Eddie says after some indeterminate amount of time, shifting to wrap his arm around Buck’s shoulders and tug. “Come on. Come lay down with me. You need sleep.”

“Yeah,” Buck says, a strangled sound. He lifts his head enough to walk under his own power, but he won’t stop touching Eddie, one arm still wound around him, their hips brushing all the way down the hall.

In the bedroom, he makes himself let go of Eddie long enough that Eddie can rearrange himself in bed, get into a position that’s comfortable for his shoulder. Buck climbs in carefully, but as soon as he starts to settle, Eddie pulls him closer, manhandles him so his face is tucked against Eddie’s neck again, that spot starting to feel like it was made just for him, two puzzle pieces fitting together.

“Sleep,” Eddie says, and soon, Buck does.

He falls into dreams of Eddie, but this time it’s different—not the sniper, not any other disaster. He dreams of Eddie and Chris at the zoo, gilded with sunlight. He dreams of Eddie grinning up at him during a rope rescue. He dreams of warm skin, warm breath, strong fingers pressing bruises into his hips.

He sleeps, and he dreams of Eddie.

[ottiliaxwritten]

Make-up Lovin' - A Kamala Harris Fanfic NSFW

Fem!Reader sum: The Vice President is too busy to have fun with her girlfriend so she decides to take care of it by herself as usual. But tonight takes an unexpected turn when Kamala decides to make up for all the distant, cold nights caused by her hectic schedule. warnings: smut, age-gap, masturbation, getting caught, sexual tension, hotel sex, strap-ons

It's another stressful and busy day in the life of the Vice President as she campaings around the nation. As her girlfriend, you expected the evening to end the usual way: alone and touch-starved, so you decide to take things into your own hands. But tonight takes an unexpected turn when Kamala decides to make up for all the distant, cold nights caused by her hectic schedule.

You lie on the large king-sized bed in Kamala’s suite at the hotel, staring at the ceiling. You’re not sure when, or even if, she’ll come back tonight. She had a rally downtown earlier, and lately, she’s always caught up in something. The smell of lavender from the candles fills the room, their soft glow casting shadows on the walls. Outside, the sounds of the city flow through the window—sirens, car horns, and people laughing. You sigh, feeling the loneliness settle in.

You check your phone again, but there’s still no message from Kamala. She said she’d be home early, but it’s been three hours, and you’ve lost hope. You even ordered takeout, hoping that she'd be back in time to join you, but instead, you had to eat it all by yourself. It's true that you always have the possibility to join her at the rallies but Kamala prefers to keep you at the hotel to shield you from the media frenzy. The fact that you’ve already been seen together multiple times is enough. Kamala thinks that The Vice President simply can’t be in a relationship with a woman, especially one over half her age; her reputation simply doesn’t allow for it.

The constant nights alone are getting to you, and you’re frustrated. Even when she was in bed with you, the only thing she had time for was a quick goodnight kiss, and she tends to leave before you even wake up. You can’t remember the last time the two of you had a spicy night together, and the thought leaves your heart aching. You’re tired of waiting, so you decide to take things into your own hands.

You decide to turn some music on the TV for background noise and search through Spotify for a playlist. You play one of Kamala's favorites—Keith Sweat's 'Right and a Wrong Way'—the sexy rhythm starting to fill the air as you imagine her swaying to one of her favorite songs in front of you.

Your hand slides beneath your panties, finding the spot that’s been aching for attention. The soft touch sends a shiver through you, your body instantly reacting to the friction. You bite your lip, feeling the wetness pooling between your thighs as your fingers explore further, drawing slow circles. Oh, how you wish it was Kamala doing this instead of you, again.

The need inside you grows stronger, and you rip the fabric off, tossing it onto the floor. Two fingers slip inside easily. You moan softly, curling them against that sweet spot, each touch pushing you closer to the edge. Your mind drifts, imagining Kamala’s skilled hand in place of your own—her warm, experienced touch gliding over your skin, her rings brushing lightly against your flesh. Your breath quickens as pleasure builds, and the song fades into the background. You’re so lost in the moment that you don’t hear the door open.

“Babe?”

Kamala’s voice startles you. She’s finally back, standing in the doorway with her blazer undone, exhaustion clear on her face. But as she watches you, a playful smile spreads across her lips. “I didn’t know you were so eager to see me,” she says, her voice low and teasing as she steps closer, her eyes fixed on you.

You try to keep your composure, still aching for her touch. Slightly embarrassed, you close your legs and withdraw your fingers. “What took you so long?” you ask, frustration pushing through the fog of desire. She sits at the edge of the bed, her hand gently rubbing your leg.

“I had to stay for a meeting for that fundraising event, hun,” she says softly, her fingers brushing against your thigh. “But it looks like you’ve been keeping busy without me.”

"I know, I've been saving it for a week, I couldn't take it no more," you admit with a hint of accusation in your tone. Kamala chuckles, letting her eyes travel down your naked lower body. Her hand moves higher, closer to where you need her most, and you feel your heart race. “I'm sorry, baby,” she whispers, leaning in close as her lips graze your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

You're still upset with her, but even though you don't want to admit it, you're starting to soften at her touch. She discards her blazer onto a nearby chair and flips her hair to the other side, leaning down to kiss you deeply. "Let me make it up to you," she whispers, her voice low and enticing.

You watch Kamala leave the room with a mysterious air, your curiosity piqued by the thought of what she might be bringing back. The clicking of her black heels fades down the hall as you listen to the soft music playing in the background. The familiar tune, one of her favorites, stirs a deep excitement in you.

She returns with a silky pouch in her hand and a playful, naughty smirk on her lips. "Lay back for me, baby," she instructs, her voice filled with anticipation.

She bends down to remove her heels and slacks, setting them aside neatly. In the dim light, your gaze is drawn to her violet underwear, adorned with a few diamonds on the waistband that glisten in the candlelight. "I've been waiting to show you this, baby," she grins, knowing how much you adore her in sexy lingerie. Her confidence and allure are irresistible, and your hand instinctively reaches out for a fleeting touch of her skin. "They're so pretty.."

Kamala's hands are back on you as she stands next to the bed, caressing your soft skin and pulling up your nightshirt to reveal the tender flesh of your stomach. "So sexy, baby, so sexy," she murmurs, her eyes devouring the sight of you. Her lips curl into a teasing grin as she imagines the dirty plans she has in mind.

She pulls out a black strap-on, holding it up as she adjusts the harness with focused precision. Your breath catches at the sight, your heart pounding and a rush of wetness starting to drip down your thighs in anticipation. All the earlier disappointment melts away, leaving only the desire to have her right here, right now.

She secures the strap-on around her hips and roughly pulls you over the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around her waist as she stands before you. She leans down to kiss you passionately, drawing your tongue into her mouth and nibbling at your lower lip. A soft moan escapes her as she feels your wetness, and she purrs, "You're so wet for me, so desperate."

A rough thrust of her hips fills you completely, making you cry out in pleasure. "Fuck, baby, I needed you so bad," you moan, pulling her close as she continues to thrust into you. Her fingers start fiddling with the buttons of her white silk blouse as she begins opening it, slowly revealing her full chest and stomach. She moves slowly but steadily, ensuring each thrust hits that sweet spot inside you, making you shiver with ecstasy.

"I've been needing this, sweetheart. I love you so much. It feels so good, doesn't it?" she coos, her gaze fixed on you as she watches your every reaction closely. Her words make you feel euphoric; it's been too long since you last heard her talk to you this way. Meanwhile, your eyes are captivated by the rhythmic bounce of her breasts in her bra that matches her panties perfectly.

The room fills with your soft moans and the music playing in the background. Just as you're about to reach the edge, she pulls out and flings your legs back on the mattress.

She guides you to straddle her as she lies down on her back, her hand gripping your hip to steady you while she uses her other hand to guide the cock back into you. "Sit down, baby," she instructs softly. She helps you lower yourself onto her, the strap filling you up once more.

You feel as though you're in heaven as you look down at the dark beauty beneath you—her hair spread out on the silk pillowcase and her eyes burning with desire. She always holds eye contact with you, always. She has the ability to describe her feelings with her eyes better than any words could. You begin to move, bouncing your hips up and down, back and forth, as you chase your orgasm. As much as you try to focus on her face, your eyes are irresistibly drawn to her bouncing breasts, so full and beautiful. It's impossible not to grab them and squeeze them as you ride her.

"Such a good girl, such a good girl for me," she purrs, her grip on your hips tightening. Her thumb moves to your center and rubs your clit, aiming to give you more pleasure. At the same time, her gaze drifts to your breasts, and with a teasing smile, she pulls your shirt over your head. Kamala cups them lovingly and she admires them in the dim light, moaning at the sight. The friction of your thighs rubbing against each other feels so good; your sweaty skin rubbing against one another with ease. You feel yourself tightening and the pleasure increasing and you know you won't be able to take much more.

Her rolling your nipples between her fingers is too much for you to handle and you finally tumble over the edge, shuddering over her as your juices spasm out of you. "Fuck!" you groan, clutching her shoulders for support, your breaths coming in ragged gasps and the movement of your hips slowing.

After your intense climax, Kamala pulls you close, her hands gently exploring your body with a tender touch. Her breath is warm against your skin as she kisses your forehead, her voice soft and reassuring.

Kamala's hands soothe you, her touch tender and loving. "You did so well," she murmurs, her voice full of pride and affection. "I know you needed that... So did I." She kisses you softly on the lips, her touch gentle and reassuring.

As you slowly come down from the high, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a close embrace. You rest your head on her shoulder, feeling her heartbeat steady and warm against you. The room is filled with the soft sound of your breathing and the voice of Keith Sweat singing in the background.

"I'm so sorry I've been so busy, I've barely made any time for you," Kamala says with a hint of sadness in her voice, her fingers stroking your hair. "I've missed this so much," she admits and lifts your chin. You smile, feeling a deep sense of connection and contentment. The world outside fades away as you both settle into the comfort of each other's arms, enjoying the peaceful afterglow of your release. "It's alright.. You're here now.. And that was amazing.."

"I love you," she whispers, and you can feel the sincerity in her words. Together, you drift into a state of blissful relaxation, knowing that the fire between you will keep burning strong, even after many-day pauses.

[kayhi808]

Neighbors - Doll & Nerd

Song: Wink & a Smile - Harry Connick Jr

Zhelaniye, Rzhavyy, Semnadtsat, Rassvet, Pech...

Desire, Rusty, Seventeen, Dawn, Oven...

Bucky wakes with his heart racing & trying to break free from his chest. Not recognizing his surroundings initially sends him into a panic. Sitting up, he does realize he's not in a Hydra lab, strapped to a cold metal chair. Slowly he realizes he's still in your apartment. The living room is dark except for the light coming from your room. He swipes at the sweat breaking out across his forehead, trying to steady his breathing. He hears you softly singing a song he doesn't recognize, but just the sound of your voice grounds him.

The light in your eyes You're so far away from yesterday Together, with a wink and a smile We go together, like a wink and a smile

He can't help but be drawn to your room. The door is open and he props himself in the doorway. You have fairy lights draped around the perimeter of your room. Just the sight of you eases his nightmare riddled mind. No Nazi soldiers spitting out his trigger words. Just a beautiful woman laying on her stomach across her bed, singing to herself and...coloring?

Bucky clears his throat & you quickly turn to him, "Buck."

He slowly enters your room, "I'm a horrible guest." Embarrassment laces his voice. "Why didn't you wake me?" Angling his head to see what you were coloring.

Sitting up, you turn the book to him. "It helps me de-stress. When i concentrate on coloring, the other stuff can't bother me." He looks a little pale & it has you worried. You stand, cradling his cheek in your palm, "You were exhausted. I thought you could use the sleep."

He covers your hand with his, turning to kiss your palm. His stubble tickles. He gives you a smile, "I...I better head out."

You pout, "Ok." You follow him back out to the living room. He grabs his shoes from the front door & walks back to your window. You give him a weird look.

"I don't have my key. I left through my window." You laugh & he shrugs. "Thank you for dinner & giving me a second chance." Patting his pocket with his phone, "I have your number now."

He pushes up your window, throwing a leg over the sill. You stand beside him to lock the window after he leaves. Bucky turns back to you, snaking his hand to the nape of your neck to pull you down into a kiss. Your eyes widen in surprise, and he smiles. The Vibranium makes you break out in chills. His soft lips capture yours, his tongue sweeps into your mouth. His thumb strokes your throat & you moan into his mouth. Bucky gently bites your lower lip before he ends the kiss. You feel a smile on his lips as he slowly pulls away. His thumb moves from your throat to rub the sting from your bitten lip, "Good night, Doll."

"G'night, Bucky."

*****

The next day, Sam helps Bucky move the rest of his stuff from Avengers Tower to his new apartment. "You know, you didn't have to move out. You're welcome to stay at the Tower."

"I'll be back if you need me for missions. I...I just...I need my own space."

Sam understands Buck's need for solitude. Staying at Tower & having Tony around could get awkward. He was worried that Bucky would get too isolated.

On one of their trips down to the truck, you bump into them in the hallway. You try not to get flustered, but that's Falcon! In your building! You give them a quick smile. "Doll," Bucky says to get your attention.

"Nerd." He softly laughs as you let yourself into your apartment.

Sam continues to stare at Bucky & the smile slides off his face, replaced by the infamous frown. "What?"

"Nerd??"

Bucky rolls his eyes, "She thinks I'm a nerd."

Nodding vigorously, "And she's right. But when I call you nerd, I don't get - ," batting his lashes at him.

"Cut it out."

"She's cute! What's her name? You should definitely ask her out." Bucky stays silent. "Wait! You already went out with her?? You dog!" Sam punches Bucky's arm.

"She performs at this club..."

"She's a stripper?!" Looking back at your apartment door.

"What?! No!" Bucky glares at Sam, but he shrugs and lets Bucky continue. "Its a supper club. She sings 30s & 40s music. We had dinner afterwards."

"There you go! It's a sign."

"It's not a sign."

"Of course, it's a sign," Sam says confidently. "Are you going out again?

"We got called out on that mission. I didn't have time."

"Well, you need to set that up."

Bucky shakes his head, but he knows he's going to. There's something about you that Bucky can't get enough of.

[ratlordsarah]

dream I had starring will wood 🙏

the dream was pretty short, but here we go:

Will wood had male pattern baldness in my dream. He also had an Italian accent, and was dressed like he was getting ready to go golfing (he had a golf club strapped on his back as of it were a samurai soward or something 💀)

Anyways, he walked up to me, and he said this in his Italian accent:

"Oml-a Sarah, you-a are-a inasane-a, I am-uh starting-a you have a problem-a"

And then, in a very sharp, French accent, he said

"YOU NEED TO STOP, AND WAKE UP", in the most lowercase shouting I ever heard

And then I woke up in a cold sweat 😭

[tommos]

one direction history post: strange merch

hi everyone! i'm starting a small series of one direction history posts just to combine my interests in both history and the boys. these won't be super in depth, more so showing and telling. this first post is about some weird and strange merch choices one direction's marketing team has attempted to sell us throughout the years. i got these screenshots from the wayback machine looking at onedirectionstore.com, their official store. they are separated by era solely based on what was present on their shop at the time of each of the boys albums. these merch items are not a reflection of the albums themselves (which you'd think their merch team would try to appeal more to the aging fanbase as years went on), they all seem to me to be more geared toward how much they can attempt to get us buy. i now present to you the weirdest, most dated one direction merch i could find <3 enjoy

X Factor - Up All Night

what is this for, who is this for, why is this one of the first accessory items ever posted on the one direction store??? what was the initial demographic of the one direction fanbase?? idk when i was 10 i didn't need this, i would enjoy one now though

if you guys remember silly bandz, you are a veteran.. also give us toledoans credit where it's due because one of ours invented these bad boys

finally my iphone 4 will be decked out in the one direction collectors set

this was also the start of their personalized messages section of merch you could buy. surprise your loved one with heartfelt messages such as 'birthday girl' or 'merry christmas daughter'

Take Me Home

from here on out, this and two other photos are the only photos their team decided to make merch with. there is two other duvet sets that use those other photos, even in their later eras

sometimes i wake up in a cold sweat remembering these existed. if i can find my louis mask, i will wear it to fitfwt

if any of you have this keyring or the singing toothbrush, send me a clip of it singing please or if it is able to sing. i am so curious im on the edge of my seat

NAIL TEMPORARY TATTOOS

Midnight Memories

i literally do not know what this has to do with music, one direction, or anyone associated with one direction

i need to point out, these one direction watches came in literally every single color you could imagine. i do not know why they are merched inside of a can?? but they were the it-girl of their merch during this era

speaking of cans, WHAT IS THIS

would any of you fine people want to buy a 1d girls glitter strap shoe? it is merch like this that really reminds me one direction was moreso a brand than a band to their team

Four

kudos to their team for picking a more recent photo for the era, but also who would want this

do you guys remember the craze of this specific type of lamp

if the scooter isn't your speed, how about this one direction 16" cruiser bike make with old uan era font, color schemes, and photos?

Made In The AM

i am only putting this mitam find in here to point out something that i found crazy. this shirt was on the one direction merch website only one month after march 25th, you can see how quickly their merch team shelled out merch without zayn on it. i didn't include anymore, but even their on the road again tour merch on the website quickly had zayn erased

i hope you guys all enjoyed this weird trip down memory lane if you can call it that, and liked looking at some of the weird merch their team used to sell. this is only stuff that stood out to me, i'm sure there's a lot more somewhere so if you have any, send them to me or feel free to add onto this post. if you own any of these, ESPECIALLY THE BIKE, please add a pic of them to this post lol

[playbucky]

Rely on You.

You, Ellie and Joe, have been travelling together. Now you have to help Ellie look after Joel, his wound and the way he’s balancing on edge reveals some feelings and talks of the past come up. Characters – Ellie, Reader, Joel. Word Count – 1.8k.

‘Ellie.’ You called out, she was only focused on Joel who lay shivering on the ground. You noticed the needle and thread that she held out, her own hands shaking. ‘El.’ You called, her wide eyes snapped to you. ‘Let me do it.’ You said, her hands continued to shake, Joel’s stomach constantly bounced as he tried to breath. ‘I-.’ She stuttered, you held your hand out, palm towards the ceiling. She sniffed and leaned forward, the items placed in your hand as Joel looked on. ‘Talk to him.’ You said, you moved over to Joel’s side, ignoring the pain that spread through your own side. ‘About what?’ She asked, you shrugged and tried to slid the thread through the eye of the needle. ‘Anything, distract him.’ You told her. ‘I can’t.’ She almost sobbed, you gave her a small smile as her tear filled eyes looked at you. ‘You can Ellie, tell him puns, a story or even something from the QZ.’ You said, you finally managed to slip the thread into the eye of the needle as Joel grunted.

‘I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.’ You told the pair, gently you patted Joel’s shoulder as you stood, the needle and thread still in your hand. You walked up the stairs and into the small bathroom, you pushed the door shut behind you as you stepped over to the sink. The mirror was still intact enough that you could see a reflection. You lifted your shirt up and tucked it under your bra strap, the material damp with blood and sweat. You sink was coated in a small layer of dark red, the blood had started to clot. You took a couple of deep breaths before you held it, you pinched either side of the wound together and pressed the needle at one side. Your stomach churned as you pushed the needle through, you managed to get both sides and pulled. You went light headed as you tried to stab your skin again, you grip tightened on the sink edge. ‘Y/N?’ She questioned, you didn’t give her an answer since you were trying not to pass out from the searing pain. The door was opened and your head snapped up, you looked at her through the dirty and smashed mirror. ‘Shit.’ She swore when she saw the slash down your side. ‘When did that happen?’ She quizzed as she quickly crossed to your side and went to touch it, you pulled back. ‘Same time as Joel’s.’ You told her, your entire side screamed at yours. ‘You could’a said something.’ She said, you clenched your fist that rested on the edge of the sink as you chuckled. ‘Joel’s is life threatening, mines is manageable.’ You informed her. ‘Y/N -,’ ‘Please either go back to Joel or help me finish this up,’ you gave her the option, you saw her reflection open her mouth, ‘Without any complaints.’ You warned, she nodded.

‘How did you met Joel?’ She asked above a whisper, afraid she’d wake him up. ‘It’s just I know how he and Tess met but you don’t exactly speak about the past.’ She said, you placed your hand on the cold floor as you shuffled around. ‘I knew him before the outbreak.’ You said, your hand on your side as you got comfortable, the wound warm even through your jumper. ‘How far back?’ She quizzed. ‘I was his next door neighbours daughter.’ You told her, remembering the day when he first moved in with his daughter. ‘But you didn’t run together?’ She asked, you shook your head. ‘No, I was in a different town with my husband.’ You informed her, you brows dipped as you thought about him. ‘You had a husband.’ Ellie exclaimed, Joel grunted and his face twisted up. ‘Shh.’ You scalded her, your hand landed on his sweat covered forehead. ‘Sorry.’ She apologised. ‘Yeah, married him when I turned twenty, big mistake.’ You told her, eyebrows up as she squeezed a smile. ‘Did you like Joel back then?’ Ellie quizzed, you smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah.’ You replied. ‘No I mean like -,’ she stated, she gestured with her hands. ‘Romantically?’ You asked, she nodded, ‘I mean who wouldn’t have, he was kind and a good looking man, still is.’ You said, she looked disgusted. ‘You ever liked someone romantically?’ You asked Ellie, she dipped her head so her chin rubbed against her knees. ‘I had someone.’ Ellie admitted to you. ‘Riley?’ You asked, she nodded her head slowly. ‘It wasn’t your fault y’know.’ You stated, her brows furrowed deeply as anger took over her face. ‘I didn’t kill it quick enough.’ She spat. ‘You didn’t know it was there.’ You reminded her. ‘I should’ve.’ She said, you sighed and reached forward so your hand landed just below her knee. ‘Ellie, scientist knew what was happening but people didn’t listen to them, Riley’s death was on the governments behalf.’ You said, she wouldn’t of learned about the past and how it came about, only what they wanted everyone to think now. ‘I’m gonna go and find dinner then we’ll clean his wound.’ You informed her, you patted her shin and carefully stood up. ‘What about yours?’ She quizzed, you kept your back to her as you stood up, hiding how twisted your face went due to the pain. ‘It’s all good.’ You told her once you were stood up.

‘You never told me how you and Joel met again?’ Ellie said, she munched on the rabbit that you had managed to find. ‘He and Tess were on run and got cornered by thugs, I saved them.’ You told her, her eyes widened. ‘You’re telling lies.’ Joel grumbled, Ellie looked at him with wide eyes as he squeezed her hand, you gave him a smile. ‘Oh am I?’ You questioned, the corner of his lips flicked up. ‘Yeah.’ He replied, ‘See as far as I remember, I shot two guys then had to strangle another.’ You said, you remembered seeing the looks on their faces when the guy dropped to the floor lifeless. ‘Okay maybe you did.’ He grumbled, you sent Ellie a smile, she returned it. ‘How you feeling?’ You asked as your hand ran over his forehead and brushed his curls away. ‘Shit.’ He grumbled, his eyes opened and looked at you before they moved to Ellie, you could see him relax. ‘Would think so.’ You replied, the wrinkles between his brows deepened again. ‘Y/N got hit as well.’ Ellie said, Joel’s eyes snapped to you. ‘Ellie.’ You hissed. ‘What?’ She asked, her hands out at the side, you knew she was just trying to keep Joel up to date. ‘Where?’ Joel asked, you turned back to him. ‘On my side, it’s scabbed over and just about completely healed.’ You informed him, you noticed his gloved fingers move. ‘How long have I been out?’ He quizzed. ‘Almost two weeks.’ You said, he tried to move but you placed your hand on his shoulder. ‘We need to -,’ He started. ‘No.’ You said sternly, Joel almost glared at you as Ellie looked between you, ‘The wound is still to fresh.’ You reminded him. ‘Fine.’ He grumbled. ‘Don’t go in a huff Joel.’ You warned him. ‘I’m not.’ ‘You are.’ Ellie sided with you which was a rare occurrence. Joel moved his head to looked at her as her wide eyes looked back at him. ‘Give it another week, checking the wound morning and night before we make any decisions.’ You told him, he huffed but nodded his head. ‘Seems like the medical course is coming useful.’ He said, you chuckled. ‘You were a nurse?’ Ellie asked, you shook your head. ‘No, I had to do a medical course one summer,’ you informed her before you looked down to Joel, ‘How do you even remember that?’ You quizzed. ‘Your parents flung a party, invited everyone,’ He said as he carefully moved, ‘also pretty sure that it was when you announced your engagement.’ He added, your eyebrows dropped down. ‘Oh yeah, where he couldn’t even show up himself.’ ‘I never liked him.’ Joel admitted, not for the first time. ‘A lot of people didn’t, should’ve listened to them.’ You replied, you gave a him a weak smile as his gloved fingers wrapped around yours. ‘He must’ve ben part of your plan.’ Joel said, you scoffed and tried to pull your hand from his but he didn’t let go. Ellie sat at his side, legs crossed as she watched the pair of you. ‘My plan?’ You asked, Joel nodded, ‘I had a kid Joel.’ You told him, his eye focused on your again. ‘I had a kid with that son of a bitch and he took her.’ You grumbled, Ellie watched the anger cross your face. ‘Y/N -,’ He said ‘I was coming into town to see them,’ Joel knew you were talking about your parents, ‘to see you and Sarah but it was cornered off then it went to shit.’ ‘I don’t know if either of them are alive or what, but…’ you trailed off, you didn’t like to talk or think about her in a negative light. ‘But I have this feeling that’s she’s alive, struggling but alive like we all are and maybe she has that someone she can rely on.’ You said, Joel hummed and brought your hand up to his mouth as he rubbed his chin across the back of your hand. ‘I’m gonna go prepare dinner.’ Ellie stated, you both looked at her. ‘Be careful.’ You told her, she nodded and  ‘Member watch -,’ ‘My six, I know, we’ve been working on it.’ Ellie cut him off, Joel grumbled as you stood up and followed her to the door. ‘Try and be back quick, it’s gonna snow heavily.’ You warned her, you made sure that her jacket was zipped all the way up and fastened, she nodded and picked the rifle up. You watched as she opened the door and stepped out, a rush of cold air seeped in. She shut the door and you heard her walk along the landing above before it fell silent. You turned back to Joel, his eyes were shut as his chest raised and fell steadily. You walked back over to Joel’s side, carefully you lowered yourself down till you were lying next to him. ‘Y/N?’ He asked, you hummed and interlocked your fingers with his. ‘I’m sorry.’ He apologised, your brows furrowed together. ‘For what?’ You quizzed. ‘Not coming and finding you.’ He said. ‘Don’t be stupid.’ You warned him, he lifted your joined hand onto his chest ‘You should’ve had someone to rely on.’ He said, you turned your head to look at him as he did the same. ‘I do. I found my person to rely on.’ You said, squeezing his hand, the corner of his lips curled.

[pinkiepiebones]

Dear Zombie,

Please write about that time I had a dream about being back in Dr. Seward's asylum.

Your startled awake in cold sweat friend,

Robbie

You wake up on a small bed. It's not yours. The mattress isn't the memory foam one you splurged on- you can feel that difference in your back. You are staring at the ceiling. You grope around for your blankets only to find they're gone. You sit up, and you are not in your apartment.

Oh, no. No no no no no no no no no.

Your vision is somehow bereft of colour; your cell inside the sanitarium is black and white and cold greys. Panic is setting in. Had it all been a dream? New Orleans, DRAAG, Rebecca, the Lobos... Killing Dracula...?

You scramble off the little bed and over to the "window," that wretched hole in the wall with those black iron bars, hoping to not see anything.

In the moonless night, at the edge of the tree line, you see them and terror sweeps down your spine like ice. Two blazing red dots in the dark. Eyes.

His eyes.

A monstrous black wolf with red eyes and it bares its fangs and you can see the blood on his fur somehow he howls and it feels like sounds like a lightning strike in your head. You grip the bars and yell

"You're dead! We killed you! I killed you! Cut you up into little pieces! Dead! Dead!"

You collapse to the floor and hug your knees to your chest. You don't have any bugs. You check the old new always places there is nothing that's right you lost the spider ate the bird wait was there a bird it was flies for so long not enough to escape no

You're in Seward's office. How did you get here what does it matter. Van Helsing is here too. Was he? Is he? Your mind is a sandcastle at the edge of the sea, slowly slipping in to nothingness and into the wolf's jaws.

"You seem anxious today, Mister Renfield."

"I'm not supposed to be here."

Seward is not a person in your eyes, just a shape, off-white and fraying at the edges. The shape moves closer. "And why is it you think this?"

You sob out a laugh. "I can't tell you, you'll think I'm mad"

Somewhere outside is might be raining. It might be raining in your mind, too. Either way, there is thunder.

"Well, go on, Mister Renfield. I'll reserve my judgements."

"I've escaped," you saw calmly, "Master-" Fuck! "I tried to save Mina. Master took me back, but he killed me but we worked it out, I guess. We moved to a few places and settled in New Orleans. I started going to a support group. I saved a restaurant full of people, including a police officer who's tenacity gave me the courage and inspiration to leave Master. Got an apartment, new clothes. Master found me and slaughtered my friends. Arrested, temporarily. Me and the police officer teamed up to kill corrupt cops and drug dealers and Mas- DRACULA himself. He's dead, and frankly you should be, too, not at my hands, but because it's been nearly a century since I was last in these fucking walls."

The Seward shape ripples with laughter. A large leaf of wolfsbane flutters in your peripheral vision maybe that's Van Helsing at least it's not a giant garlic bulb. You giggle at the thought.

"That's quite a tale, Mister Renfield. You have an active imagination, a shame it's buried beneath this zoophagous psychosis."

The wolf in the storm outside howls and you lunge for the window you need to kill him again as many times as it takes but hands, too many hands, are pulling you away, down down down fight fight the sharp bite of a needle in your neck.

The black and white world is melting. Orderlies carry you back to that room your room and strap you to that little bed your bed. Your tomb. Trapped. Trapped. Voices tell you to behave.

The red eyes are just beyond the dripping bars. "Behave" says the wolf. "You're dead!" you scream back.

Another bite of another syringe. Thunder, and murmurs of electroshock.

.

You startle awake in your bright, well-lit apartment. The colours are all there. You fumble for your blankets. All kicked off but accounted for. Several windows, all lacking bars and bearing the cheeriest curtains. Books on the nightstand. Phone, plugged in and charging. Across the open apartment, the wall of posters and the old couch. You pick up your phone with a shaking hand and send a message.

[crockettmarcel]

wc: 1182 warnings: cancer

also available on ao3

It’s movement next to her in the bed that wakes Sarah. When she looks over, eyes still half-shut, Crockett’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, his back to her as he pulls on his pyjama top and a pair of socks. He’s barely visible in the dim lighting, but she watches for a moment anyway while her brain wakes up. There’s a triangle of bare skin on his lower back where he hasn’t pulled his top down all the way, and she can’t resist the urge to reach across and press a hand against it.

He jumps, then turns to face Sarah. “Fuck. Your hands are freezing.”

She grins. “I know. Where are you going?”

“Harper’s awake.” He picks up the baby monitor on his nightstand, and Sarah props herself up on her elbows to take a closer look at it. “I think she was crying earlier, so I’m just going to see if she’s okay. I’ll be right back.”

Sarah’s chest tightens, and suddenly she’s wide awake. “Give me that.” She grabs the monitor and holds it against her ear. Harper’s whimpering and fussing, and Sarah’s whole body goes cold at the sound of it. “I’m going.”

She almost falls face-first on the floor trying to untangle herself from the covers, but she manages to get out of bed and throw on her Tulane sweater before Crockett can even think about stopping her. There’s a pit in her stomach, and all she can think about is checking on Harper. 

She doesn’t need a light to guide her down the hall to Harper’s room, but when she gets there, she flicks on a lamp and then beelines for the crib. In the golden lighting, Sarah can see that the few wispy curls she has left are stuck to her head with sweat, and as she approaches, Harper’s whimpers turn to pained cries. 

“Hey, chere, it’s okay. Mama’s here.” She reaches down to place the back of her hand on Harper’s forehead, and her heart skips a beat as she feels the heat radiating off it. “Kett!”

He joins them almost immediately, and Sarah suspects he didn’t stay behind in the bedroom.

“Kett, she’s burning up real bad.”

There’s a thermometer in one of her drawers, in the dresser where they keep all her medical supplies, and Sarah rummages around for it while Crockett picks Harper up. He’s whispering words of reassurance to her, and when Sarah turns around, thermometer in hand, he’s taken her pyjamas off in an attempt to cool her down. Her central line looks okay, but there are little purple bruises on her legs and stomach, and Sarah’s sure there are more now than when she put Harper to bed.

She runs the thermometer across Harper’s forehead, despite her protests, and her stomach sinks when it beeps and the number appears on the screen.

“102.8. Shit.”

“Shit,” Crockett echoes.

He passes Harper to Sarah, and as quickly as he can, checks that everything they need is still packed in their hospital bag. There’s no way of knowing how long she’ll be admitted for this time, and the last year has shown them that it’s always better to overpack.

Sarah briefly sets Harper down in the crib again so she can find her something to wear. The straps of her car seat are too uncomfortable for her to sit in just her diaper, so Sarah searches for something light for her. There’s an old t-shirt of hers somewhere, one that she never really liked but took to college with her anyway, and now it lives tucked in with Harper’s clothes. It’s like a dress on her, but it’s loose and flowy, and keeps her cool better than her own clothes. They’ll probably end up removing it when they get to the ED, but it’s a necessity for the car ride.

It only takes Crockett a couple of minutes to double-check the bag, so once Sarah’s got the t-shirt on Harper, they make their way to the front door. Neither of them cares about changing out of their own pyjamas right now, not in a situation like this, so they just grab the first shoes they can find and decide that’s enough.

“Have we got everything?” Crockett asks, keys in hand. He’d stopped to grab their phones from where they were charging in the bedroom, and he hands Sarah hers.

“I think s— Her juice. She needs a drink.”

Crockett nods, then dashes to the kitchen to grab a couple of juice boxes from the fridge. There are pouches of baby food in one of the cupboards, and he grabs a few of those as well, just for good measure.

“Okay, yeah, I think that’s everything,” Sarah says. She places a quick kiss on the top of Harper’s head, then follows Crockett out the front door and down to the car.

The drive to the hospital is less than twenty minutes, and Sarah doesn’t take her eyes off Harper the whole way. She sits in the back next to her, looking out for any changes in her breathing or signs that she’s going downhill, but she stays pretty much the same. It’s a small blessing.

When they arrive, Sarah takes Harper to the ED while Crockett finds somewhere to park. She’s done this more times than she can count, but it feels worse today, and she can’t figure out why. Her heart is pounding before she even sets foot inside, and her legs feel numb.

“My, uh, my daughter’s sick,” she says to the woman at the front desk. “She has a fever. 102.8.”

She’s met with a tight-lipped frown. “A fever of 102.8 doesn’t require an emergency room visit. Take her home, give her fluids and acetaminophen, and keep monitoring her temperature. Lukewarm sponge baths can also help.”

It takes Sarah a moment to realise what’s going on. She knows how she looks — a barely twenty-year-old with a baby on her hip — and everything that’s going through the nurse’s head has probably already been said to her by her own mother, but that doesn’t change the fact that Harper needs help. 

“Please,” she begs, voice wavering. “She’s really sick, I can’t just take her home. You don’t get it, you don’t…” Her voice trails off, and she can feel her ears burning as the first tears start to fall. The words are there, but she just can’t get them out the way she needs to. 

“Everything okay here?” Relief washes over her when she feels Crockett’s hand on her waist.

“I was just explaining to your girlfriend here-”

“Wife,” Crockett corrects. “Is our daughter being admitted?”

“A fever of 102.8 doesn’t require an emergency room visit,” the nurse reiterates.

“She has cancer,” Crockett says. “Acute lymphocytic leukemia. Her last dose of chemotherapy was eight days ago. Does that warrant an emergency room visit?”

The nurse pales and immediately starts typing on her computer, then grabs a clipboard with a form attached and hands it to Crockett. “Treatment room four. Someone will be with you shortly.”

[marvelobankspdrescue]

Title: Incident

Age: 13

TW: blood, car crash, let me know if I missed anything.

Requested: Yes,

Jay's pov

Time 3:30 A.M

I woke up drenched in sweat after having a nightmare. This is the first time it has happened in a while. When Caity was little, it happened every day, but I've found ways to cope with my ptsd. After I calmed down a bit, I got up and walked over to Caity's room. I peaked inside and made sure she was alright. Once I was sure she was safe, I walked back to my room and took a cold shower. I hopped out and looked at the time it was now 4:00. I walked down the hall to the kitchen and made me a cup of coffee, and started on some paperwork.

Time skip: 4:30

I have been working for a while now, and I am almost done with my paperwork, so I decided to wake up Caity, and while she was getting ready, I started on breakfast. I made breakfast burritos and called for Caity to come eat.

Caitlin's pov

Time 4:45

I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder, and I could faintly hear my name being called "Caitlin, Caitlin it's time to get up for school, baby." I opened my eyes and saw dad sitting beside me. I sat up and hugged him, and he kissed me on the head and said,"Get ready for school. While I go, make breakfast."Ok," I said before yawning. We both got up, and dad walked out to make breakfast, and I walked to my closet and got my clothes. I walked to the bathroom and got a quick shower, and changed into my clothes. I finished getting ready, grabbed all my stuff, then walked into the kitchen. We sat down to eat our breakfast burritos and had our usual morning conversation. "So do y'all have a case yet." No, not yet." So what are you doing," I'm done with all my paperwork so I will probably go on patrol if I do I probably won't be able to pick you up so you will have to walk," Ok I willwalkto the district after school." We finished eating and got in the car to go to school.

Time skip After School

I did my normal school routine, went to my first few classes, had lunch with Eva, and then went to my last few classes. I am now on my way to the district it's not that far from my school, so dad let's me walk sometimes as long as I have my phone. I know every way to get to the district along with my house, and dad is still teaching me how to get to Uncle Will's house. The first couple of weeks before he started letting me walk home from school alone, he would walk to my school from wherever he was originally. The first place he taught me was the short way to get to the district because that is where I normally go after school. He would walked from the district then when he picked me up we walked back and when he thought I had walked it enough to remember he let me lead the way with a little guidance till I figured it out. I'm about to cross the street, so I wait for the traffic to clear and then look both ways twice before crossing. When I get to the middle of the street, a red car comes speeding down the street and hits me. It threw me a couple of feet away as soon as I hit the ground. I gasped in the breath the car just knocked out of me. People are gathered around me, and I'm freaked out a couple of minutes later, I hear sirens.

Kelly's pov

We just got a call about a kid getting hit by a car and the car running into a fire hydrant, so we are headed to the scene. When we get there, Stella and Sylvie walk over to help the kid, and we go to see the damage on the car. Before I even get to the car, Stella is calling me over. When I get there, I see Caitlin trying to sit up. I'm quick to hold her down as I say, "No, no, no Caity, you don't need to move ok." She cries out a little and whimpers, "Hurts Kelly," "I know, but you need to stay still." Stella puts on a C-collor, and we strap her to the backboard. I helped load her into the back of the ambulance, and then I checked to see that they were all done with the car, so I hoped into the ambulance with Caity. I called Jay and told him what had happened.

Connor's pov

"Connor trauma bay 4." I hear Maggie yell, and I rush over."What have we got," I ask. "Caitlin Halstead 13 year old female. She was hit by a car on her way home from school. She is conscious and in a lot of pain." Stella says as we walk into trauma bay 4. Once we get her all set up on the new gurney, I start working on her. I go through all the normal steps and quickly realize she needs surgery, so I rush her into the OR, and we get prepped for surgery.

Jay's pov

Caitlin has been in surgery for two hours, and I still have not heard anything. Just as I'm about to begin my search for Will for the 20th time in the last hour, Connor walks out. I quickly stand and walk over, and he says, "She sustaned multiple fractures, internal injuries, and severe bruising. We had to do emergency surgery on internal injuries. But she is fine now and is resting. You are welcome to go see her." I follow him into the room Caitlin's in and she looks up at me and smiles, "Daddy," She whispered and opened her arms as much as she could without hurting herself and silently asked for a hug. I walked over and carefully wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. I gave her a kiss on the head and then sat in the chair beside her and held her hand, and she fell asleep with me following shortly after.

[kayhi808]

Neighbors - Doll & Nerd

Song: Wink & a Smile - Harry Connick Jr

Zhelaniye, Rzhavyy, Semnadtsat, Rassvet, Pech...

Desire, Rusty, Seventeen, Dawn, Oven...

Bucky wakes with his heart racing & trying to break free from his chest. Not recognizing his surroundings initially sends him into a panic. Sitting up, he does realize he's not in a Hydra lab, strapped to a cold metal chair. Slowly he realizes he's still in your apartment. The living room is dark except for the light coming from your room. He swipes at the sweat breaking out across his forehead, trying to steady his breathing. He hears you softly singing a song he doesn't recognize, but just the sound of your voice grounds him.

The light in your eyes You're so far away from yesterday Together, with a wink and a smile We go together, like a wink and a smile

He can't help but be drawn to your room. The door is open and he props himself in the doorway. You have fairy lights draped around the perimeter of your room. Just the sight of you eases his nightmare riddled mind. No Nazi soldiers spitting out his trigger words. Just a beautiful woman laying on her stomach across her bed, singing to herself and...coloring?

Bucky clears his throat & you quickly turn to him, "Buck."

He slowly enters your room, "I'm a horrible guest." Embarrassment laces his voice. "Why didn't you wake me?" Angling his head to see what you were coloring.

Sitting up, you turn the book to him. "It helps me de-stress. When i concentrate on coloring, the other stuff can't bother me." He looks a little pale & it has you worried. You stand, cradling his cheek in your palm, "You were exhausted. I thought you could use the sleep."

He covers your hand with his, turning to kiss your palm. His stubble tickles. He gives you a smile, "I...I better head out."

You pout, "Ok." You follow him back out to the living room. He grabs his shoes from the front door & walks back to your window. You give him a weird look.

"I don't have my key. I left through my window." You laugh & he shrugs. "Thank you for dinner & giving me a second chance." Patting his pocket with his phone, "I have your number now."

He pushes up your window, throwing a leg over the sill. You stand beside him to lock the window after he leaves. Bucky turns back to you, snaking his hand to the nape of your neck to pull you down into a kiss. Your eyes widen in surprise, and he smiles. The Vibranium makes you break out in chills. His soft lips capture yours, his tongue sweeps into your mouth. His thumb strokes your throat & you moan into his mouth. Bucky gently bites your lower lip before he ends the kiss. You feel a smile on his lips as he slowly pulls away. His thumb moves from your throat to rub the sting from your bitten lip, "Good night, Doll."

"G'night, Bucky."

*****

The next day, Sam helps Bucky move the rest of his stuff from Avengers Tower to his new apartment. "You know, you didn't have to move out. You're welcome to stay at the Tower."

"I'll be back if you need me for missions. I...I just...I need my own space."

Sam understands Buck's need for solitude. Staying at Tower & having Tony around could get awkward. He was worried that Bucky would get too isolated.

On one of their trips down to the truck, you bump into them in the hallway. You try not to get flustered, but that's Captain America! In your building! You give them a quick smile. "Doll," Bucky says to get your attention.

"Nerd." He softly laughs as you let yourself into your apartment.

Sam continues to stare at Bucky & the smile slides off his face, replaced by the infamous frown. "What?"

"Nerd??"

Bucky rolls his eyes, "She thinks I'm a nerd."

Nodding vigorously, "And she's right. But when I call you nerd, I don't get - ," batting his lashes at him.

"Cut it out."

"She's cute! What's her name? You should definitely ask her out." Bucky stays silent. "Wait! You already went out with her?? You dog!" Sam punches Bucky's arm.

"She performs at this club..."

"She's a stripper?!" Looking back at your apartment door.

"What?! No!" Bucky glares at Sam, but he shrugs and lets Bucky continue. "Its a supper club. She sings 30s & 40s music. We had dinner afterwards."

"There you go! It's a sign."

"It's not a sign."

"Of course, it's a sign," Sam says confidently. "Are you going out again?

"We got called out on that mission. I didn't have time."

"Well, you need to set that up."

Bucky shakes his head, but he knows he's going to. There's something about you that Bucky can't get enough of.

[lobster-tales]

Beat the Daylight

Sequel to Face the Noise, an Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: M

Chapter 16: The Shooting Range

Summary: Jinx strikes up a new deal

CW: Past drug use/withdrawal reference

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

It took forever for Viktor to wake up. Jinx gave him a few moments, watching the quiet calculations in his brain. The straps binding his wrists and ankles to the chair. The blindfold across his eyes. The sour smell, the cold dampness that could only come from a basement.

When Jinx yanked the chair back to balance on two legs, he cried out in surprise. Jinx hissed in his ear, “Dobroye utro, Viktor.”

But as soon as he heard the sound of her voice, he relaxed. “Ah, Jinx. Your Russian is getting better, you know.”

She was in no mood to play nice, though. Jinx ripped the blindfold off and swung around to face him. “I found your tech, James Bond. You’ve been a busy, busy boy.”

“Eh, work never ends,” he said, unserious. Why was he so calm?

Jinx removed a gun from her hip, hoping the threat of it would unnerve him. “You. Lied. To me.”

Viktor scoffed, as if he were offended. “I never lied to you. You never asked outright if I was a spy.”

“Really? If I asked ‘Hey, are you a spy?’, you would have told me the truth?”

“Of course not. That would make me a terrible spy.” Viktor winced as the gun’s cold steel barrel pressed against his temple. “L-look, I know you’re upset, but-”

“Who sent you?” Jinx growled. “Was it Ekko? Or-” her voice trembled just slightly. “Vi? So they could spy on me?”

“Not you,” he said quickly. “Never you.”

She ground the steel into his skin. “See, it’s hard for me to trust you now.”

“Th-the bugs! You’re smart. You probably checked your room, your studio: did you find any?”

She hadn’t. But rather than let him know, she asked, “So you’re spying on Silco then. Why?”

Viktor let out a short, callous laugh. “Because he’s a crime lord, Jinx! He trafficks drugs, he named his fucking music label after it!”

There it was: the unspoken. Jinx knew about the rumors, everyone did, but she never asked Silco or anyone in the company if it was true. Mostly because she didn’t want to know.

She allowed him to sweat for another breath, then finally pulled away. “You really believe that, huh?”

“Um, yes? What, and I suppose when you were doing Shimmer, you imported it?”

Jinx grimaced. “Fine, let’s say, hypothetically, it is true. So what? It’s a side hustle. We need money to build a new Zaun.”

“So… what?” he repeated. His tone grew ever more exasperated. “Jinx, he’s poisoning this city. And not only that, but it’s spreading. The reason I was sent here in the first place is because they found Shimmer in The Lanes.”

She jolted at the words. In Zaun, the Shimmer epidemic paled in comparison to the other problems that plagued the city. But she never imagined it infecting The Lanes. Memories scratched at her mind: the confused, desperate haze of her withdrawal, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would break free from her rib cage, her hands shaking so violently that Silco could barely hold them.

The Lanes. All those college kids at the house show. All Vander’s regulars at the pub. In one moment of weakness, they could fall into that same trap, the one she had to claw her way out of.

No, focus. She had to discredit him, catch him in the lie. She just had to.

“Who found it?” she hissed. “You still haven’t told me who you’re working for.”

Oh, now he had nothing to say. He just held her glare.

She raised the gun, aiming it straight at his forehead. “Tell me. Was it Ekko? Caitlyn? Medarda?”

He called her bluff though. “You wouldn’t.”

“... You’re right,” she admitted. Then she set her jaw. “But pretty boy’s fair game.”

Only now did fear light up his eyes.

“No,” he breathed. “No, Jinx, please leave him out of this-”

“I will. If you tell me who sent you.”

He was defeated, and he knew it. Viktor lowered his head in shame, and muttered, “It was… Caitlyn.”

The gun lowered. Of course. Good ole Nancy Drew, sticking her diamond encrusted nose where it didn’t belong.

“Jinx,” Viktor said in a low voice. “Trust me, we only have the best of intentions.”

“Oh really?” she snarled. “Lying to me, making me believe you cared about me, that was the ‘best of intentions’?”

“I do care about you. I really do.” She wanted to believe him. She so desperately wanted to trust him. But she couldn’t let herself fall for it. “That part was never a lie.”

“Just everything else,” she said sourly.

“Silco is a madman. He just wants power, and he is willing to destroy anyone and anything in his path.”

Finn’s scowling face flashed in her mind, but she silenced the thought by slamming the gun on the table. “Is that what they told you? Those fucking topsiders? They abandoned Zaun! Or did you forget what it was like growing up here?”

“Never.” He spoke in a low voice. “I will never forget, I can’t forget. I was an orphan too, Jinx, and disabled on top of that. I know better than anyone.”

“Then why would you betray your home?” Jinx cried out, close to tears.

“Because the solution isn’t more hate. It’s not more pain. Silco is a killer. He’s torn families apart.” And then, quieter, “He tore your family apart.”

“No!” she screamed, aiming the gun at him again. “Vi tore us apart! She abandoned me, she hurt me!”

“She made a mistake,” he said, tone measured. “But she has spent every single day trying to make it right. Both she and Vander have been coming to the hotel to fight Silco’s guards. I can’t even tell you how many thousands Caitlyn spent on lawyers trying to get you back.”

Her shoulders heaved as she stared at him, wide-eyed like a deer. “Y-you’re lying. They never came to look for me, Silco told me they never…”

He said gently, “It sounds like Silco is the one who lied.”

A ghost’s voice beckoned her from the darkness, and she fired her gun at the sound. “Shut up!”

Viktor flinched at the blast, but otherwise stayed still, giving her time to breathe. When she had collected herself enough, he murmured, “I’m sorry, Jinx. I’m sorry you got roped into all of this. You should have never been involved.”

Slowly, she moved behind the chair again. “I’m sorry, too.”

Then she brought the butt of the gun against his head, knocking him out cold.

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In the late hours of the night, the Kiramman mansion seemed more like a museum than a home. Caitlyn wove through the furniture, her feet having memorized the path. When she was a child, sneaking out from her room late at night, she would pretend that she was a thief or perhaps a spy. She knew all the parts of the floor that didn’t creak, how to make as little sound as possible.

But she stopped when she heard the muffled echoes from their indoor shooting range. Caitlyn was surprised that her mother was up so late, but admired her for training. Any other night, Caitlyn may have joined her. Tonight, however, belonged to the investigation.

After making her tea, Caitlyn passed through the dark house once more. Past the dining area, the parlor, her mother’s study. Where the light was still on, so Caitlyn went to turn it off. And found her mother, sound asleep, her head back and mouth open. It would have normally been hilarious.

Caitlyn eased open the desk drawer to remove the pistol. It was her mother’s 9 millimeter, a nice one too. To great chagrin, Caitlyn had to abandon her tea, armored only in her pajamas.

There was a strange rhythm to the shots, almost like a beat. And by that alone, Caitlyn recognized her intruder. It could be no one else.

Jinx stopped shooting when Caitlyn arrived, removing her headwear. She looked tired, like she had fought a battle. And yet Jinx grinned: a snarky, half grin.

“Jinx,” Caitlyn breathed, scared to say the name loudly, even if her parents and Vi were all dead asleep. “What are you doing here?”

“You got a nice place, toots,” Jinx said, extending her arm to show off the borrowed weapon. “It cracks me up when you richies invest in everything but a less hackable security system. For shame, Kiramman.”

“What do you want?” Caitlyn asked.

Jinx unloaded the weapon: easily, like she’d handled it for years. “It’s not about what I want, it’s about what you want. You want something that I have.”

“What?”

“Viktor.”

Caitlyn tried not to react, but it was too late. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Oh drop the act, cupcake,” she said, mockingly. “I know all about your little sting operation.”

“... Is he-”

“Safe?” Jinx asked. “For now. But not for long. Not unless I start getting some answers.”

So much time had passed since the last time Caitlyn spoke to her. And yet, up close, she was so nearly the same. Sure, Jinx was a little older, more filled out, but she was still undeniably Powder. And what really gave it away was that glint of fear in her eyes.

Caitlyn asked, “What would you like to know?”

“Silco and Medarda’s side bet. Tell me about it.”

“Why not ask him?”

“I did,” Jinx said with a grin. “Never hurts to cross reference.”

Caitlyn didn’t believe her, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. She would find out sooner or later anyway. So Caitlyn explained the real stakes of the contest.

Jinx was still. She murmured, “My contract…”

Unsure how to proceed, Caitlyn said in a soft voice, “Believe me, Jinx, Viktor and I never intended to hurt you. We just wanted to do the right thing.”

“You know, I could build a house with all your ‘good intentions’.” Jinx’s nails clicked against the gun as she contemplated. “Alright. I want in on the action.”

“What?”

Jinx held up a small silvery block. “This is all of Silco’s dirty little secrets. If you win, they’re yours.”

“... What?” Caitlyn repeated, dumbfounded. “You… how do you-”

“And if I win,” Jinx continued. “Lux and Viktor come live with me in Zaun. Whatever you gotta say to her brother, her parents, you have to make sure they never come after her. And Jayce has to take Viktor off his lease.”

Caitlyn knew it would be painful to follow through, but she heard herself say, “Fine.”

“And…” A tremor entered her voice. “Vi… Vi stops looking for me. She keeps her distance from the hotel. In fact, she probably shouldn’t even step foot inside Zaun’s city limits.”

“You know I can’t promise that.”

“You have to,” Jinx said firmly. “If she keeps coming after me, eventually Silco will retaliate. I know what he’s capable of, Caitlyn. He won’t hesitate to hurt her, or worse.” She let the words hang in the air. “Promise me you’ll stop her.”

“... I promise.”

Jinx reached out her arm, and Caitlyn clasped it, sealing the deal. When she did so, Jinx pulled her close, leaning up to whisper in her ear, “Make sure they win.”

The lights went out. By the time Caitlyn switched them back on, Jinx was gone.

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Even in the dark night, Lux’s room seemed to glow. A moonbeam hit the sterile white carpet and reflected off Lux’s gold hair, which was draped over her back as she slept soundly on her stomach. Jinx admired her from the shadows. It seemed a shame to wake her up, especially when she herself was a creature of darkness, fawning over a being of light.

But Jinx didn’t have to wake her up. As if sensing her, Lux stirred, blinking at her. “Powder? Is that you?”

“Yeah.”

Lux smiled, sleepy, and lifted the covers, welcoming her into the bed.

But Jinx was still too raw from betrayal. She needed to make sure of something first. “Did you know? About Viktor?”

“Know what?” Lux asked, confused.

“That he was a spy.”

“Oh! Oh… Ohhhh. That actually makes a lot of sense.” Her voice was groggy with sleep, but she stretched and was soon back on her roll. “I mean, I don’t know him other than what I’ve heard from you and the rest of the band, but I did think it was weird that Jayce never talked about him with any animosity, like they had actually fallen out. He would just sound kind of wistful, like Viktor was on a business trip. Well, I guess in a way, he was.” She gasped. “Wait, he was spying on you?”

“He said he was just spying on Silco.”

“... Do you believe him?”

Jinx sighed. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

Lux gazed up at her forlornly, eyes melting in the moonlight. “I’m so sorry, Powder.”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t.

“Come here.” Lux lifted the comforter again, welcoming her into the warm bed.

“I shouldn’t,” said Jinx.

“Fuck you and come here.”

A shiver traveled down her spine: she was all too happy to obey.

Lux hummed into Jinx’s shoulder. “You smell like guns.”

“Yeah, I was um…” There was no reason to explain. She should cut to the chase. Especially when she didn’t know how much time they had together. “Hey, I saw everything online. Kind of been a shitstorm.”

“... yeah.” Her voice was soft.

“I-I just want you to know that I never meant for any of that to happen,” Jinx said. “I shouldn’t have been so careless. I mean, my reputation’s been shot to hell for years, but I didn’t even think about yours, Lux, and I’m… I’m sorry.”

Lux snuggled in closer. “You know… as a wise and drop dead gorgeous girl once said to me: fuck them.”

Jinx stifled a laugh.

“Besides,” Lux said. “I think everyone else cares more than I do.”

Jinx had been prepared for her to cry, or push her away, but that was it. That was all that needed to be said. And she was delirious with relief.

Lux whispered, “I’ve heard… rumors that Margot resigned. And Finn’s been declared missing. Is that true?”

“Yeah.”

She shivered. “If they’re jumping ship, Powder, maybe you should get out, too.”

“I can’t. I have a contract with Silco. If I dip, then I’ll never be able to release songs again. And it’s not just that, I… I know this sounds weird, and hard to understand, but Silco… he saw me for who I was when no one else did. And he offered me the world. Me. When he could have offered it to anyone else. Even though he lied, he still cares about me, and… I still care about him, too.”

Lux let out a humorless chuckle. “They’re two sides of the same coin.”

“Who are?”

“Silco and Vi. He wants Jinx, not Powder, and she wants Powder, not Jinx.”

Jinx gazed at her with sorrowful eyes. “Who do you want?”

“You.” Lux kissed her nose. “All of you. Powder, Jinx, I’ll take it all.”

Tears pricked at Jinx’s eyes. Her breath caught in a sniffle.

“Powder? You okay?”

“Yeah,” but her voice cracked.

Lux pulled her closer, letting her rest her head on her chest. She ran her fingers through her hair, murmuring, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Jinx clung as if Lux were a life preserver, and she had never felt more lost at sea. She was safe in her arms, and everything Jinx had been hiding came flooding out. “I’m scared, Lux. I’m so fucking scared. This whole thing was supposed to be a game, and it feels like my entire life is riding on this stupid contest. I’m scared to win, I’m scared to lose.”

Her lips pressed to Jinx’s temple, Lux listened, ever patient,. “It’s okay, Powder,” she repeated. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“There’s so many things I want and they’re all swirling around in my brain. I want to come home, I want to see Vi again, and Vander: I want them to love me for who I am. I want Ekko, and Caitlyn, and even fucking Jayce. I want to go to work with Viktor and spend our days in labs and our nights in sound studios.

“But… and I know this sounds bad, but I also want to rule Zaun. I want to be the empress, and do whatever I want. Maybe… I could do some good that way. Viktor could work with me on new technology or energy sources.” She traced her fingers along Lux’s hand. “And if you want… you could come with me. You could be my queen. And nothing would ever come between us again.”

But Lux said nothing. She just pressed her lips together.

“Would you?” Jinx asked, seized by fear. “If my side wins the contest?”

“... I don’t know, Powder. I really don’t. I don’t even know what will happen if my side wins. When my mom talked to me - well, she didn’t talk so much as yell - she said she wants me to come home afterwards, no matter what. Even with Caitlyn and her mom reassuring them, my parents and Garen will probably need at least a few weeks to cool off. And… if I did run away with you, I could never see them again.”

It was true. It fucking hurt, but Lux was right. And Jinx knew she shouldn’t ask that of her. Which meant that if Fissurefolk won, she would strike that from her deal with Caitlyn. Or work something else out.

Jinx exhaled, a shaky sound.

Lux murmured, “Believe me, Powder, I’m scared too, but you give me hope. You make me feel brave.” She laced their fingers together. “Because even if everything goes to shit, I know we still have this. You still have me, I’m still yours. And I’m so grateful to you for just… letting me be part of your life, even if it turns out to just be this brief time. You inspired me to be truer to myself. In becoming yours, I became my own.” She rested her forehead against Powder’s, whispering, “Thank you. Thank you, Powder.”

They kissed. The salt of Powder’s tears, the gunpowder, and Lux’s vanilla chapstick mingled together to create a taste all their own.

Powder stayed until she felt Lux’s breath steady, felt her fall back asleep. Then Jinx slipped out the window, allowing herself one last look.

And hoped, desperately, that she would be able to see her again.