#need me a woman who looks like she’ll bite someone

[science-lings]

Hot take but canon beanix isn’t that hot, the artistic depictions where he’s got longer messier hair and is extra grungy… that’s the good stuff, that’s who I think about when people say that Beanix is hot

[princessbellecerise]

You Kiss Their Scars

Summary ✩ How your lover reacts to you kissing their scars

Warnings ✩ Mentions of violence and blood

Jacaerys Velaryon

You were amused as your lips pressed against the teeth shaped scars, in the shape of tiny little bite marks that Jace explained were from Vermax

“He used to bite me plenty when we shared a crib,” Your husband told you. “He was a nasty little thing. Mother was afraid he’d take a chunk out of my arm—but he never did. He stopped doing it when I bit him back,” He revealed

You giggled as you imagined baby Jace and baby Vermax—both the same size at one point—going at it while Rhaenyra tried to separate them. “So I suppose you’ve both always been temperamental then,” You said

It was no surprise that your husband, who also had quite the temper, related so much to his dragon. The two were one of the same, and you guessed that’s why they got along so well

“Yes,” Jacaerys agreed, a fond smile on his face as he recalled the memories. “We were quite a menacing pair indeed.”

Aegon Targaryen

“She did it again,” Is the only thing Aegon had to tell you in order for you to pull him into your arms, kissing the spot where a nasty red bruise was forming

It was no secret that your husband and his mother did not get along, but never did you think that she would have the audacity to strike him after an argument

It was appalling to you every time it happened, and you wanted nothing more than to march towards her and give the same treatment, Queen be damned

It wasn’t fair that she took out her anger out on Aegon but he begged you, no pleaded with you to not do anything

“It won’t do any good,” He’d tell you sadly, and your heart would ache as you saw the brokenness, the sadness on his face. “She’ll just hate me even more if you act.”

Aemond Targaryen

“Hold still.”

You jutted your tounge out in concentration as you cleaned Aemond’s scar, making sure that it was sanitized properly for the day

Your husband trusting you with such a thing was an act of love itself. The fact that he trusted you to see his deepest insecurity meant alot to you, and all you could do to repay him and hopefully bring up his spirits was pepper light kisses on the skin surrounding it

“There, all done.”

“Thank you, my love,” Aemond smiled slightly as he touched the spots were your lips touched, still wondering how he got so lucky as to find someone like you

Cregan Stark

“Ow! Be gentle, woman,” Cregan said playfully, wincing as you brushed over his ‘scar’ with a wet cloth

Somehow, for some reason, your dear husband thought it would be funny to wrestle with his dire wolf and then he had the nerve to come crawling to you, asking you to patch up his wounds after the beast had bitten him

Of course, it wasn’t really that big of a deal and Cregan wasn’t really hurt, but you still smirked as you pressed a kiss to it like it was a real wound

“There. That should ease some of the pain, you big baby,” You teased, rolling your eyes

Cregan chuckled as he checked your work, looking at the bandage you had placed over some ointment

“What do you suppose it’ll look like when it heals?” He asked you seriously

“It’ll look like you simply have a freckle, Creagn,” You responded sarcastically, and then you giggled as he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap

“Don’t make fun me, wife. You should be proud,” He said, flexing the arm where the bite was. “How many men do you know have taken on such a beast and lived to tell the tale?”

“Only you, husband. Only you.” You snorted at his dramatics, wondering just what you were going to do with your silly, drama queen of a husband

Benjicot Blackwood

There was reason they called your husband ‘Bloody Ben’

You found this out when one day, he came limping home after solving a conflict in the Riverlands, covered in wounds and blood—so much blood

Thankfully, most of it wasn’t his but Benji still did have a few wounds that needed looking after

The Maester was busy, having been sent by your husband to tend to the other men, so you got the pleasure of dragging him to your chambers, making sure that he was clean before you began to stitch him up

The entire time you worked, Benji barely even flinched which amazed you

By the time that you were done with his top half, he’d barely said a word or complained which led to you kissing over a few of his stitches as a reward

“What was that for?” He asked in wonder, a small blush on his cheeks while you grinned

“That, my love, is for being such a good patient,” You told him cheekily, and you did not expect what Benji did next

Standing up, he loosened his trousers and then he grinned as he pointed at the area beneath his small clothes

“Well in that case, I’ll need plenty of kisses here, too. No promises that I won’t move if you touch me there though.”

“Benji!”

[iichfilwypj]

make or not the bracelet! | percy jackson

ღ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ღ warnings: none! ღ wc: 700 pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6 - pt 7 - pt 8

“Not a chance” he said once more, tidying up the chaos that was his cabin. She was right on his heels, her lower lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. Each time he managed to tidy up a spot, she undid his efforts.

“Please, I'm begging you!” In a few short days, they would be at his house. Meeting your best friend’s mom might not sound like a big deal, but she was terrified. Her solution? Making bracelets as a gift for Sally! “She’s going to love them!”

As he folded a t-shirt again, he responded, “Sure, but what’s the point? We can just buy her some.” He understood the difference when a cushion slammed into his head. He returned the gesture with the folded t-shirt. “Why does it matter so much? She’s literally my mom, we don’t need to bring her anything.”

“But, you know…” her voice trembled, giving her away. Seeing how she raised her hand and nervously bit her nails, he understood everything.

“No way you are nervous” He approached her, gently holding her wrist in his hand. He searched her eyes for a response, but her gaze was fixed on the floor. “It’s just my mom.”

He understood that she was intimidated by meeting new people, but his mom? Oh, his mom would love her! Percy had been talking with Sally about her nonstop for weeks, and he couldn’t recall a single bad thing being mentioned; he couldn't remember having any bad thoughts about her at all. 

He mentally jotted down a reminder to discuss this later, but for now, he wanted to calm her down. “I know how you’re feeling, but I promise she’ll adore you. And I’m not saying this just because she’s my mom; she’s the kindest woman in the world –she literally likes Annabeth, so you can believe me–. You’ll love her, and she’ll love you too, okay?” 

She finally looked up to find his eyes. Her eyebrows were knitted together with concern, and he brushed his finger between them to erase the crease. She smiled at his gesture and nodded. 

He pulled a silly face and vigorously shook his head. “Mhm, no, I need to hear you say it.”

“Okay, Perseus Jackson.” Grabbing a random book from the bed and using it as a fan, she replied to him. “Is that enough, or do I need to send you a formal notice, nice gentleman?”

“That would be perfect, thank you ma’am” He bowed in a way that made laughter impossible to resist. In silence, they sat down, sharing an unspoken agreement that the mess could wait until later. 

The cabin fell silent, and memories from the previous day flooded his mind. Just as he was about to say something, she spoke up.

“But hold on, can we make the bracelet?”

“Nop.”

“How the hell do you tie this shit?” Percy was biting his tongue so intensely that she almost told him to stop. For someone who had refused for hours, he seemed overly invested in the task. 

They were sitting on the beach, and everything felt very relaxing. Well, except for him. He was not relaxing at all. 

“I thought you didn’t want to do this?” she remarked, glancing at her own bracelet. Suddenly, a hand hit her arm, nearly making her drop everything. “Hey!”

“I'm making it because you made me!” she shot him an offended look as he struggled to hide a smile. He really didn’t want to make one, but since his friend did, his fingers would have to suffer a little longer.

Without thinking, she launched herself at him. The force of their movement was too much; the delicate strings tore apart, sending beads and threads scattering across the sand. 

“My bracelet!” Percy shouted as she stood up, slowly backing away. He jumped to his feet and dashed after her, who was already trying to escape. “I’m going to kill you!”

They didn’t care that other campers could hear their laughter, and they didn't mind that their clothes were now covered in sand. The nymphs in the water watched with delight as they fell to the ground, launching into a lively tickle fight that echoed with screams and joy. 

Oh, the gossip in the ocean was only getting better and better.

hi! i don't know, i might delete it and re-write it because i like the idea but not the result. i want to sleep so bad but i have insomnia :( anyways! i have no idea how to put those pretty divider but i did my best! ALSOO tell me what you wanna seeee! some fights, more fluff, comfort, anything! AND I SWAR i'm gonna make them kiss soon :))) love u all <3333

[goldhoekin]

Angel || Sam Riordan Smut

Angel || Yandere!Sam Riordan x Fem Reader

summary: After Marie becomes #2 and Brink is killed by Luke Jordan slips in the rankings. They begin to obsess over the rankings neglecting their girlfriend who lets their frustration slips and Jordan takes their frustrations out on their girlfriend.

cw: fem!reader, porn with some plot, creampie, unprotected sex, dubious consent, oral sex ( f! receiving), overstimulation, biting/marking, dacryphilia, obsessive behaviors, and nonconsensual use of aphrodisiacs .

Words:2.03k

He sees you every single time Luke is brought down for his infusions, each time you look at him with such kindness and sadness as you plead for his freedom. It makes him happy to see someone actually fight for him. One time you’d even held his hand in exchange for him to stop struggling.

“Hi Sam. My name’s Y/N, I’m so sorry you have to go through this. Would you like it if I held your hand to help? I know its not much but maybe that’ll make this a tiny bit more bearable?” You say, a genuine look in your eye, that’s how he knows you’re real and not a puppet, you’re a real angel. 

You’re his personal angel…and he has to have you. You were so nice to him, you must like him right? For weeks he spends his time sketching you on pieces of paper, hiding them each time you visit him, and spend time with him.

One day after lunch he asks to speak to Shetty, telling her he has a deal for her. He’d dreamt of you sitting down in his room, reading comics with him, holding his hand as he saw the puppets all with those sparkly eyes of yours.

“You let me have Y/N for a few hours a day and I won’t fight you anymore..” Sam says, eyes sparkling with hope, voice steady…well as steady as he can make it.

The woman’s brows raised in surprise, you were a simple supe who made pretty little light shows. Harmless enough, you were one of the few supes she actually had no issue with, you were an angel truly. Though as much as she didn't like bargaining you off to a highly dangerous supe…she wasn’t left with much choice Sam was integral to Luke’s success and if giving you up to him for an hour, after doping him to high hell so he didn’t kill you, then so be it. Vought didn’t need to know what they did for the Woods project to go smoothly and if she had to get her hands dirtier than so be it, keep them distracted on what she was really doing.

“You can have her for one hour a day and that’s only if you take your medications without fuss, Y/N’s a sweet girl. We don’t want her hurt, do we Sam?” Indira says, a false smile on her face.

“O-one hour? No cameras right? I won’t her I promise!” Sam hastily replies.

Shetty simply nods her head in confirmation and turns towards the exit, “She’ll be here for you tomorrow, don’t screw this up Sam.”

You were called to Dean Shetty’s office, she texted you and said it was urgent. She told you to dress up, wear white and tell no one. So when Andre asked you where you were going looking like a sexy Virgin Mary with your pure white sundress, matching shoes, garters and underwear included. You hated not looking put together, a habit you’ve had due to your belief that keeping up a certain image will help your brand, which for all intent and purposes it did. 

You simply said, “Some of us don’t get dressed in the dark while spending my daddy’s money on tacky clothes Andre.”

A cackle leaves Luke’s lips as Andre’s face turns into one of shock, Jordan silently crying into a throw pillow, Cate struggling to breathe through her laughs. Without another word you make your way to Dean Shetty’s office, the woman already waiting outside her door, two cups of a hot beverage in hand.

She walks towards you and guides you in the familiar direction to the Woods, handing you a warm cup that you take without hesitation. You unfortunately knew about it, finding out by accident. Dean Shetty knew of your record of caring for those who need it, this should be right up your alley. Though she knew you wouldn’t be the most susceptive to Sam’s advances without help so she slipped a high dose aphrodisiac into your cinnamon creme drink that you love so much.

“Y/N love, I have a special mission for you.” Shetty says as they move downwards towards the prison facility, “Sam needs someone to spend time with, he said he’d love to talk and spend time with you! Would you be willing to spend an hour a day with him, just help him adjust and stay settled? I know you’ll be great at it love!”

You think its actually sweet that Sam felt safe enough with you to ask to spend time with you.  The poor boy needed help that Vought could give him, maybe you can as well. Maybe you can even work with him to get him a little tv or something or more books for him to read.You fall into your thoughts as you absentmindedly sip your drink, noting how good it tasted. 

“Sure we can read some comics, maybe even have some snacks,I think it’ll be really fun!” You say with that lovely smile on your face, the same one Sam loves and Dean Shetty fears will never grace your face again after today as she takes the now empty cup from your hand.

Making your way down to Sam’s room you wait for him to enter, promptly security and Shetty leave and the door is securely closed behind you.

Sam stares at you in awe, mouth agape at your appearance.

She dressed up for me, my angel put on this pretty outfit for me. Y/N really does love me!

“Y-you look really pretty. I can’t believe you did all this for me!” Sam beams, moving forward to grip your hand. You notice he has a band-aid on his wrist, noting that he’s been injected with something.

At that moment you feel your body growing hot, prompting you to immediately take off your tell tailored white coat. Your breasts now on display as you chest heaves as you try and fail to gather air in your lungs, you hardly noticed Sam’s face so close to yours, his eyes staring at your lips. Without hesitation he slams onto yours, his hands gripping your waist in a bruising grip.

They must’ve given a strength dampener, because he could’ve fucking crushed me…

You think to yourself as you feel his lips clumsily move onto yours, you move yours against his, feeling the weight on your chest lessen slightly. You feel your pussy grow wetter and wetter as his hands roam your body, making his way under your dress to grip your ass.

You move him in the general direction of his bed, the young man breathless. 

“I–i can’t believe you like me back!” Sam whispers, his knee grazing against your dripping wet cunt.

“What-I like you, just as a friend Sam.” You say as you feel his neck brush against your neck, which promptly stops at your words.

“If you don’t like me then why are we in my bed? Why are you kissing me and letting me touch you?” Sam asks, his voice hurt, you couldn’t help but sigh.

“I…I can’t stop for some reason. I’m so horny it hurts, if I could do this with someone else trust me I would Sam. I’m so sorry!” You whimper, unconsciously grinding your weeping pussy against his knee, desperate for friction of any kind. At this he tosses you back, so roughly you land on his bean bag, legs spread wide. A large gray spot showing how wet you are, your face hot and your breasts threatening to spill out from your dress.

“You’re mine!” Sam growls, eyes darkened as he crawls in between your legs, he takes his time pulling down your panties and exposing your pussy to the open air. He keeps your legs open with his strength as he dives into your wetness, your hand immediately goes into his hair gripping it harshly. A moan leaves his lips as you pull him as close to you as possible, your moans pouring from your lips as he licks at you with inexperienced vigor. 

“Use your finger Sam! Take two, move them in and out of me, keep your mouth on my clit. Y-you’re so good baby, fuck you’re doing so fucking good!” You moan, thankfully Sam listens to you his deliciously thick fingers plunge into your cunt and sucks at your cunt harshly, the knot that was forming in your stomach tightening more and more. You wrap your now free legs around Sam’s head grinding your cunt against his face as you feel yourself about to cum.

“Oh fuck! Sam, I’m gonna cum!” You scream as you feel yourself gush, your legs shaking violently as you come down from your high. Sam’s tongue lapping up your juices eagerly, licking and sucking you damn near clean. After you stopped shaking he pulls back, swiftly pulling his cock out, the tip violently red. His tip is leaking large amounts of precum, he runs his hand up and down his shaft.

“Don’t worry I’ll be good, so good that you won’t want anyone else! It’ll be perfect and maybe you can stay down here with me longer!” Sam says settling between your legs, he begins to rub himself up and down your still twitching cunt, your pussy gripping on nothing. Without warning he plunged himself into you, his body leaning over you as he pushed himself into you to the hilt, his face buried in your neck. He begins to push himself in and out of your pussy, the feeling becoming overwhelming fast as you feel him pick up the pace, albeit not the smoothest rhythm was set. 

“Y-you feel so good! You really were made for me my angel, I can’t believe I get to go do this with you! Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it! I’ll do anything for you, just ask!” Sam says breathlessly, his hands find their way to the top of your dress, roughly pulling down the bodice to watch your breasts spill out. Sam latches his lips around your pebbled nipple, nipping and biting down harshly on your chest, a gasp leaving your lips. You begin to feel another orgasm building, causing you to wrap your arms around Sam’s neck and your legs capture his midsection. 

“I’m gonna cum again! Fuck!” You moan as you feel Sam’s thrusts grow sloppy, hopefully he’s smart enough to pull out.

You feel yourself cumming again, thick cream coating Sam’s dick as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the overstimulation causing you to cry from the overwhelming sensation. 

Sam looks up at your face as he feels your tears, he couldn’t help but think about how good you looked like this. All fucked out, those beautiful eyes shinging with tears from how good he’s making you feel. Sam decides that he wants to see you like this more often, him fucking you till you cry and him filling you up, his various bite marks and hickies littering your decolletage and those wide angel eyes filled with tears. This pushes him to prop himself up on his hands and piston in and out of you, your breasts bouncing wildly and your hands trying to push him away as the sensation is too much for you and the fear of him cumming inside of you. He buries his face into your neck, biting down harshly as he cums deep within you, filling you to the brim.

‘Don’t worry Angel, we’ll be so happy. It’ll be great just watch, I made you mine and I’m never letting you go.” Sam whispered into your neck, by now the drug that was slipped into your drink was wearing off and your face began to contort into one of horror, thoughts of you being stuck down here with him. You possibly ruining your a career by having a child too early while you yourself were a child became too much and those lovely eyes of yours went dark, the spark dying instantly. 

Fuck.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy lovers season Shana! I'm very excited for the upcoming prompts! 😀 Can I please request some more Enola Holmes or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries? 💚 If not please feel free to do a dealer's choice. I love all that you write and it fills me with joy to see new updates from you 😊

set in the same universe as Here is Your Home Country

Dot doesn’t want a big wedding, doesn’t want a lot of fuss. Married at her church, and then Prudence has offered to have the reception in her garden. Probably more at Jane’s insistence than anything else, but considering Mr. Butler has already insisted on handling the catering and logistics and anything else she might need assistance with, she might as well.

It’s sweet of him, really. She knows that he’s worried about her sisters that disapprove and her mother that disapproves and her brothers that had been apocalyptic at the news, and how that means she’ll be planning this wedding without them. She’s not worried. They’d never cared about her life or her happiness until it was something that would embarrass them.

The less said about what her friends from church think, the better. But she hasn’t headed their gossip for years, not since she started working for Miss Fisher.

Jack’s a good man and doesn’t deserve their ire. She won’t tolerate it.

~

“You’re really doing it, huh?”

Dot looks up and feels first pleasure then wariness that settles on a gut rolling mixture of the two. “Hello, Nell.”

Her older sister is standing over her, blocking her light, but she just closes her notebook and uses her foot to nudge the chair opposite her. The waiter should be by again soon.

She looks different out of the heavy makeup and light clothes of the club. Wearing a sweater and long skirt, she looks like the sister Dot remembers. “Mum called me. Me.”

Dot winces. “You’re invited, of course, I just wasn’t sure where to send the invite.”

Nell leans back in her chair, raising an eyebrow and reaching into her purse for a cigarette. Dot wishes she wouldn’t. She hates the smell. “I didn’t really get that impression from you two.”

“We were just colleagues then,” she says, which isn’t completely accurate, but neither is friends. Or perhaps it is. They knew one another then, and respected each other, and were kind to one another. But she’d had Hugh, and Jack’s eyes had been on Miss Fisher, and – they hadn’t known, then, where they would end up.

It’s nice.

She knew him and liked him and cared about him before she loved him. It makes her feel like she can trust him, that he won’t surprise her in a way she doesn’t like.

Nell hums, then says, “She wants to know if you’re having money troubles.”

Dot stares, wishing she knew her mother a little less well and didn’t understand exactly what she was saying. “She thinks I’m marrying Jack for his money because I have gambling debts?”

She shrugs. “You know what she sees at the church.”

She’s not going to get angry. Getting angry won’t do her any good. “I’m marrying him because I love him.”

“You loved Hugh,” she says. “He was cute. Your age. He even converted.”

Part of her wonders who was keeping Nell updated on the gossip of her life. The rest of her doesn’t care. “He didn’t love me right.”

“There’s a wrong way?” she asks, too lightly.

“Yes,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from scowling. “And I can’t love anyone right who loves me wrong. Hugh and I would have been miserable, in the end. We were in love with people that didn’t exist.”

She’d wanted someone who would love her through all of her changes.

Hugh had wanted someone who would never change.

Even in her bitterest moments, she can’t truly blame him. She had been a static woman when they’d met. She was the one that changed and she was the one that had wanted someone who would love her anyway and she was the one that had ended their engagement when she’d realized that someone wasn’t him.

Nell leans forward to steal her half-drunk cup of coffee, leaning back as she gulps it down in three long swallows. “Okay. I’ll tell Mum to back off, yeah? Not that it’ll do any good. She never listens to me anyway.”

“Oh,” Dot says, startled, and then Nell is getting to her feet and waving as she melts back into the crowd of the street.

~

Bert and Cec are in their room, sleeping after working through the night. Jack is over, but he’s never not known, and these days they don’t even bother to shove their twin beds apart when he's here.

She’s seated on her knees at the coffee table, Jack sitting behind her on the couch, nose buried in a case file that she’s going to look over herself as soon as she figures out this seating chart.

Jack clears his throat and she leans back, pressing her back to his knees and looking up. The file has been discarded and he’s looking at her with a sort of warm softness that has her reaching out her hand and letting him haul her upright just enough so that she can fall into his lap, seated sideways so her legs are stretched out over the couch.

His arms come around her waist and his lips quirk up in an almost smile. She smooths out the line between his eyebrows with her thumb, almost asks, but know it’s a waste when he’s nearly there already.

Sure enough, he looks at the space over her head and asks, “Do you want us to get a new house?”

She blinks. She hadn’t considered it, really, had assumed that she’d move into the house Jack has now. She’s been there. It’s a very nice house. A little empty feeling, perhaps, but she figured they’d solve that quickly enough. Instead of saying any of that, she asks, “Do you want me to want us to get a new house?”

He looks at her then, exasperated, and she smiles, shifting her hand lower to trace his bottom lip. He licks his lips, his tongue barely brushing her fingertip, and her breath hitches, but he says, “Rosie picked it.”

It makes sense that his first wife helped pick the house, and Dot has never tiptoed her way around Rosie, but that’s not quite what he’s saying.

Rosie picked it.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

Jack shrugs, looking away from her again. “She made a good choice.”

“Yes,” Dot agrees. It really is a very nice house, in a good area. “But do you like it?”

He shifts beneath her, meeting her gaze when he admits, “I let her pick what she wanted. I thought things would be okay, if I could give her what she wanted.”

And now it reminds him of how much that didn’t work, how she left that house and him both. He’d offered her the house in the divorce, but she hadn’t wanted it, for her own reasons.

“Why don’t we pick something we both want?” she asks, because no matter how nice the house is, she doesn’t want what he doesn’t’. “I bet Mac has some good leads on houses that are going to be on the market. She knows so many useful things like that.”

“Yeah?” he asks, relief making his whole body relax even as his arms tighten, tugging her that much closer against him.

“Yeah,” she echoes, then dips down her head for a kiss he’s eager to give her.

[cindol]

᧔♡᧓ 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑!𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈, 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃!

yuki tsukumo x fem reader

cw��� wagon and bum is used as an synonym for ass, written in hc format, pet names(hun, sweetheart), modern au, yuki is 26 and y/n is 23, y/n has a kind of coquette style of dressing, very wlw

synopsis— couple of hcs of yuki bein a boxer.

wc: 1608 words

boxer!yuki who you always see at your fathers boxing practice center. You didn’t find boxing or any sport interesting, only ever hanging around because your dad wanted to just show you an idea of boxing since he thought in your mind one day you would get into the sport yourself. Once you laid eyes on yuki when seeing her with a sweaty forehead and panting taking a break to sip water it was almost love at first sight for you, maybe it was because you were so use to seeing usually muscular men at this boxing center that it was like a breath of fresh air seeing also a strong woman but a pretty face too. It must’ve been her first day in here or your first time noticing her

When she turned her attention away from your father and shot you a smile with a far away mouth kiss it made you wanna squeal, which you embarrassingly did and caught the attention of many active members of this center and your father’s attention. Your father turned to look at you with a smile already on his face at you with his hands ushering you to come introduce yourself. You skipped over entering the boxing square

with you and yuki inches apart your father introduced the both of you.“yuki, my precious daughter y/n, y/n my newest client here!” He said it with an enthusiastic tone in his voice, sounding so proud of yuki. Yuki stretched her hand out to shake yours. Looking at her hand it was strong looking with some veins. Yuki laughed at how you stared so intensely at her hand.“don’t be shy now, it don't bite or something, just a friendly little hand.” She teased, still inching her hand until you shook it, joining your smaller hand with her strong one.

“She’s not usually this shy, always has a loud mouth on her.” Your father nudged your side, making you hiss.”I'm sure she’ll come around, just a shy girl huh?” It made no sense why that made you bashful.

boxer!yuki who you got more comfortable around being around her in the boxing center. When yuki would take a break you would be right there for her squirting water in her mouth. She would just give you a smile and a tired “thanks hun”

boxer!yuki who always drives you home on her motorcycle when it’s late at night. She doesn’t trust these streets and wouldn’t want her current trainer's sweet daughter having something happen to her god forbid. She even brought you a cute light pink motorcycle helmet to wear while you wrap your arms around her waist and she drives. Once you two arrived she always gave words of advice.“it’s dangerous in these streets hun, should really be careful or hire some chauffeur. Wouldn’t want a pretty face like yours getting roughed up” she said it in a soft tone making you giggle.“I’m a tough girl yuki, I can take a lot more than you know!” She couldn’t even explain how you said that almost made her make an unintelligible noise.

“Well, I’m always here y’know? If you need someone roughed or need to be teached to rough some dick up hit ya girl up.” She left you patting your head.

boxer!yuki who’s number you exchanged with and you constantly spoke to. It was better for you since you never had to see her in person unless on FaceTime, it got you more bold talking to her, never having to shy away from her or look her in the eyes. On rare times the two of you would be on FaceTime you would be showing an outfit off to her. Yuki loved this past time of yours never talking and just watching with her phone propped up on something. When you show off your bodhi black satin bow mini dress with black baby doll hills and a cute black purse with a large pink bow on it.

“So? Do we like?” With her legs spread watching she hummed, scratching her chin.“do a 360 spin for me.” you rolled your eyes with a slight smile on your shiny lips, she always needed a spin before making her mind up but you always did what she asked of you so you did a slow spin not seeing her lip bite and her legs spread more at seeing the wagon you had not being shy to show even with that cute dress on. Turning around you faced forward.“well enough ogling me yuki! Gimme your feedback. I don't wanna go out looking like a damn fool.”

yuki raised a brow at your bold tone but couldn’t say she didn’t hate it, she liked how you were changing from this shy trainer’s daughter to a girl with more confidence and bite.”I like sweetheart, makes your bum look quite nice too.” She did an okay sign with her fingers making you gasp but giggle at her playful flirting.

boxer!yuki who always notices you at the center when you walk in early at 7AM. You popped out nicely in an area of men dressed in hoodies and sweats looking to learn how to box in your usual pretty clothing. It was normal now for yuki to always greet you with a warm hug, her hands going a bit further on your lower back

boxer!yuki who’s always being mistaken as your lover by strangers at the boxing center or just in public. New onlookers at the center would be under the impression that she was your girlfriend with how she called you over and how you tended to her in the practice box and the way you tied up her blonde hair while remaining eye contact with her and giggling about some random conversation you both were having.

Or another instance when you’re shopping at the mall and she’s mistaken for your girlfriend once again. It always happens when yuki decides to be nice and pay for your things. When ringing the items you brought the female employee would snort and do a small chuckle once yuki pulled her card out to pay.”paying for your girlfriend's stuff today? So cute” yuki chuckled, scratching her head while you had a bashful look.”o-oh no no! Me and her are just good good friends.” yet the way you said it wasn’t convincing to this employee.

boxer!yuki who isn’t fond of the way other men who frequently visit the boxing center talk about you when you’re not around. Hearing how they talk about your body and corrupting you gives her the hugest ick and the ick gets bigger when they try to spit game at her, convincing some imaginary threesome but the conversation always ends with them being laughed at and made out of a joke by her

boxer!yuki who celebrates all her biggest accomplishments with you. When she found out her boxing coach landed her a boxing match with a promoter her reaction was to call you immediately. Her excitement was so much that she just had to see you in person. Before you even let out a happy congratulations she was hugging your body making you fall onto your own bed. It was awkward for a moment just having yuki look at you underneath her then chuckling.”just couldn’t help it, without your dad and your support I wouldn’t have gotten through this y’know?”

“You know I’ll always be there in support of you yuki.” She never knew just how true those words are.

boxer!yuki starts up as an amateur boxer but slowly builds up with you always there to cheer her on in some mini dress with a small bow in the center. It was due to her strength she always won the fight but just seeing you cheer her on like some crazy girlfriend made her encouraged to always use her fists and headbuts. Once declared the winner she gave you a crazed smile with blonde on her face making your heart throb at her antics.

As she grew, boxer!yuki never wanted to see you having any type of struggle. Always wanting to spoil you with materialistic clothing and things even when you denied it.

boxer!yuki who as she grew from being an ammature boxer brought you up to the top with her as her official girlfriend, always going to boxing events with you on your arm introducing you to her circle of more popular boxing friends.

boxer!yuki who knows how dangerous the boxing scene can be with it having a male dominated space with aggressive sports fans and being a woman with a partner of the opposite sex she knew they would not only go after her but also you. With her new found flow of money she always made sure you had a bodyguard protecting you on trips or any public place, small pictures always spotted of you shopping at a mall for the newest cute white blouse you saw.

boxer!yuki who makes you her manager. It concerns you thinking people may take it the wrong way but she brushes that off.”fuck em, if Kris Jenner or whatever can be a mom and manager of her kids then why can’t I have a girlfriend manager?” It makes you giggle nodding along at her logic”can definitely see that then.”

“plus,” she rubbed her hand on your belly.”could just get you pregnant with some kinda donor since they’re so damn worried and really make you a momager,” you gasped just slapping her arm in shock.

[ir-abelas-vhenan]

Did Someone Say Running Back to Fiction to Cope??

It's probably safe to call this Me Losing My Mind over Veilguard 5/??

One of the things upsetting me the absolute most is no mention from the Inquisitor about Varric's death. Perhaps the most integral storytelling mechanism and all around champion of reluctant heroes has been taken away from us, and one of the people he was closest to doesn't feel even a little compelled to discuss him with his apprentice?

I'm still a little dumbfounded, clearly.

Even if we as fans didn't deserve better, Varric deserved better. I've always believed that the better the character, the better a death they deserve when it's their time to go.

So anyways. In my smooth pea brain, I can't reconcile a world in which Lavellan shows up with her unconditional love blazing without first confronting and resolving the fact that her love has led to the death of one of her closest friends. So it's back to the drawing (writing?) board to soothe my disappointed soul.

I saw a version of Varric's letter to a Solas-mancing Lavellan that was datamined and ran with it.

One: All the Words Unwritten

Charter,

Yes, the trail went cold, but we haven’t entirely lost it. Solas left us a little farewell note. So I’m not giving up just yet. Maybe it’s gullible of me, but I know the Inquisitor feels the same: Solas isn’t too far gone to save. And she’d never forgive me if I didn’t try. But I don’t think I’m wrong here. Solas didn’t have to warn me and Harding off the chase when he could’ve killed us like the others who came after him. I don’t think he wants to do this. So, I’m taking the chance. Tell the Inquisitor…tell her I’ll bring him back.

—Varric

Her first tear spatters onto the parchment. The final sentence becomes an ink-stained massacre, and she throws it far away before she can lose any more of the handwriting she’ll never again see waiting for her above the seal representing his best friend’s house. Her palms bite into the unsanded wood, welcoming the bite of pain as she shoves back from the recovered tree stump she’s been using as a desk.

“Inquisitor.”

Morrigan’s voice doesn’t register, hardly rises over the sound of blood rushing through her ears like an open wound. Gods, wrong comparison . But there it is, playing out against the darkness of her eyelids every time she blinks to try and stem the flow of more tears. The wound in Varric’s chest, gushing with no one to hold pressure over it, to ensure the rise and fall of his sternum until help could arrive, no one to watch his back because the woman who did it best is no longer able to. This too, is her fault, and there has hardly been a conversation in the years that followed where she hasn’t looked into Varric’s quieter, sadder eyes and wanted to beg him for a forgiveness she knows he’d have frowned at her for needing. 

It had been her job to keep him safe now, her promise to Hawke that the choice to become another martyred hero in Ferelden’s bloody history wasn’t in vain. And here was the proof at last that she was every inch the fantasy-addled fool bards wrote about when inspiration ran dry. Here was the proof that her hope was a mantle, weighing down everyone around her until there was nothing left but blurred ink and bloodstained pages in the famed Inquisitor Lavellan’s wake. 

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Home

Sorry my posts have been a little lacking lately - work has been crazy to say the least and I've been wiped. I know I still have requests to fill, and I'm getting to them, but this was a little idea that wouldn't go away and sometimes we all just need a little fluff.

~*~

“Are you sure you don’t want to cancel?” asks Barb for what must be the tenth time that day.  “We can do another night?”  She’d offered multiple times, knowing how excited Melissa had been for your return that day, but the red head had been keen not to break their little tradition.

Melissa shakes her head as she takes her friend’s coat, hanging it by the door.  “No!  Y/N said she was headed home for a nap and that she’d call later.  I haven’t heard from her since but that’s hardly a surprise.  If she didn’t sleep on the plane she’ll be out for hours.  Besides, you’re here now.”

Placated, Barb begins to head towards the kitchen, only to come to a halt in the doorway to the living room where you are splayed out on the couch in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized Eagle’s hoody she can only guess is Melissa’s. 

Almost colliding with her friend’s back, Melissa looks around her to see what’s brought her to such an abrupt halt.  “Huh, but she said…“

“That she was heading ‘home’,” says Barb softly, smiling as Melissa looks from her to you, lip wobbling, tears gathering in her eyes.  “I should go,” she decides.  “We can do this another night.”

Melissa shakes her head, wiping quickly at her eyes.  “No.  No.  Why don’t you go and open the wine?”

With a gentle squeeze to her friend’s arm, the older woman heads for the kitchen.

Moving to perch on the edge of the couch, Melissa reaches out to move the hair that has fallen over your face.  She smiles down at your sleeping face.  At how you’d been tired and wanted comfort and had come to her apartment.  She slides her hand to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking across your cheekbone. 

It’s enough to wake you, bringing you slowly to consciousness with a grumble.  You smile sleepily as your eyes take in red hair and realise it’s Melissa’s hand on your cheek.  In the next moment, you’ve sprung up into a sitting position.  “Shit!  Fuck!  I was going to meet you at the school and surprise you.”

She lets out a chuckle at your outburst.  “You did surprise me,” she says softly.  “I didn’t think you’d be here.  You said you were going to head home,” Melissa, starts, hesitating.  “Is that what here is to you?”

You take a moment to appreciate the adorably nervous expression on her face.  “That’s what you are to me,” you admit quietly, shifting until you can curl into her side.  It’s why you’d driven to her apartment, raided her wardrobe for something that smelled of her.  You feel settled and safe when you’re surrounded in her. 

She automatically slips her arm around your waist, her hand resting on your thigh, thumb stroking where your shorts give way to skin.  Taking a deep breath, she takes a moment to process what you’ve just said.  She has more power over you than she ever thought she had.  To be someone’s safe place, their anchor, it’s a lot of trust to have placed in you.  “You should stay here,” she says finally.  “Move in, I mean.”

You turn until you can see her face properly.  She waits for your reply, her eyes darting nervously over your features as she bites her lower lip.  “Really?”

Nodding, a blush creeps across Melissa’s cheeks.  “I liked coming home and you being here.”

The wide smile that pulls at your lips is answer in itself, you’re sure, but you want to say it.  “Then yes!  Yes, if you’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she replies, her voice breathy as tears gather in her eyes. 

Surging forward, you press a sweet kiss to her lips, smiling into the contact.  Hearing the tinkling of glasses in the kitchen, you pull back.

“Barb,” offers Melissa, who is still grinning. 

“Tonight was dinner?” you remember.  The last Friday of every month Melissa always cooks for the other woman.  Barb usually brings wine and dessert.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to crash!”

The red head’s smile softens.  “Hardly crashing when you live here,” she says, her voice soft and warm, enjoying the way the words sound.  “Though you might want to go put some pants on.”

You frown, looking down at your sleep shorts. 

“You know I enjoy them,” smirks Melissa.  “But in Barb’s world, they don’t quite count as pants.”

You can only laugh, shaking your head.  “Guess I should learn to put some pants on when we have guests?”

“I don’t know,” drawls the red head.  “I don’t want you thinking pants are a must.”  She toys with the hem of the soft fabric barely reaching the top of your thigh.  “I don’t want these little shorts to disappear altogether.”

You can only smirk.  Melissa has said more than once she rather likes your short shorts. 

“Or maybe I do,” she shrugs, aiming for innocence and failing spectacularly. 

You press a kiss to her cheek as you get up.  “After dinner you can do whatever you like with them.  I’ll be back in ten minutes.  I might even drag a brush through my hair.”

“I’ll tell Barb to be honoured you made such an effort,” she grins, watching as you head towards what she realises is now your shared bedroom.  You live here.  With her.  And it feels good.  Moving in with Joe had felt so different.  It had been exciting at the time, the passion between her and Joe often high, but it felt like a fight too.  A fight she felt never ended until she lost. 

It’s different with you.  It always has been.  The passion is there, yes, but in a different way.  It doesn’t feel like a pot ready to bubble over at any moment.  It’s always there, bubbling away, an undercurrent to your relationship.  A relationship that has taken work, but that does work.  Better than Melissa could ever have dared hope.  You’re a piece that just fits.

Pushing herself up from the couch, Melissa heads through to join Barb in the kitchen.  She smiles at the trio of champagne flutes lined up on the counter.

“I figured we might have something to celebrate?”

Melissa’s smile only grows as she raises a glass, her friend meeting it.  “She’s home.”

[sansacherie]

a little spider

I will have her head.

Alicent remembers these words, infected with rage, as she awaits the arrival of Lady Talya.

Talya appears, escorted by Ser Willis Fell. Queen Alicent had commanded that she be brought to her once freedom of movement was allowed again in the Red Keep.

Talya curtsies. To her credit, only her green eyes betray her with their wary look. But there is nothing, nothing that shows she is a liar who knows that her time has come.

Of course, all the best liars appear truthful.

“Your Grace,” Talya’s voice is calm. “You have need of me?” She gives the half-smile that Alicent has become familiar with. Or was that not her true one at all, and she instead had another one hidden away, like she had another mistress?

Was it Alicent’s failing that Talya was even in alliance with this White Worm? She must have done something awful to deserve this treachery. She would almost prefer that tale, rather than the one Larys has given her – that Lady Talya of Ashdown Keep is loyal to nobody but herself, that she would have turned on Rhaenyra just as easily as if it had been the Princess she attended instead of Alicent.

She steels herself. It does not matter if she was the fault behind Talya’s doing or not. What matters is her children. From the very moment her firstborn drew breath, Alicent has stood with them.

Stood in front of death for them.

“Yes, Talya,” Queen Alicent replied. She sighs. “You may have noticed that good Ser Willis has escorted you here himself.”

Alicent continues in the deepening silence. Ser Willis is but a ghost in the room with them. Talya bites her lip. Just for a moment.

“You see, I did not want you to perhaps get lost…and find yourself in the company of your good friend.”

Talya’s face collapses under shock. She sways on the spot.

“My queen, please-,” Talya begins, speaking as if it were the first lines of a prayer.

“Be quiet,” Alicent hissed. “Until I say so, you have no tongue.”

Trembling, Talya nods.

Alicent looks down at one of her rings. Viserys had gifted it to her, for their fifth wedding anniversary. Or their sixth. She does not remember.

Viserys has only just died, but Alicent Hightower already knows that when she herself goes, she will not be buried in anything he gave her. She’ll leave instructions for his jewellery to be sold. Sold to someone rich, perhaps a magister or a lord’s proud wife who would delight in wearing something that once belonged to a queen. The gold from this exchange would then go to an alms-house.

“I wonder, how good of a friend was she?”

Talya senses the invitation to answer. “Your Grace, I-I have made a grievous mistake, and I beg your forgiveness.” She is breathing heavily.

“The Mother will forgive you,” Alicent says softly. “But my concern is not forgiveness, my lady, but trust.”

“Now, if you had broken my trust for a trivial matter, we perhaps would not be here now. But due to the… nature of what you’ve done, you must know the debt.”

Talya begins crying then.

“I had thought of taking your head. In fact, I was ready to. A war is perhaps approaching, and with it perhaps many heads. Yours would just be one of them.”

She paused, and to Talya it must have felt like a thousand years.

“But then I realized how little that would help.”

Talya’s eyes are torn between hope and disbelief.

“You will continue as you were,” Queen Alicent tells her. “Only this time, you are my eye, not this White Worm. Do this, and you may keep your worthless head.”

Talya falls to the hem of Alicent’s gown and kisses it. The sight repulses her.

“Thank you, thank you-,” She babbles.

Alicent points, and Ser Willis pulls the woman, not ungently, to her feet.

“We are not finished. You must understand that I do not just hold you in my power. I hold your family as well.”

Lady Talya was a younger daughter of a landed knight, who had been very honoured to have her serve as a lady in waiting to the queen herself. The truth was there were stronger candidates than Talya who had more to recommend them, those with both impressive lineage and whose character were unquestioned. But Talya’s father and brothers had all fought valiantly in the Stepstones. Talya’s own betrothed had not returned with them. Alicent's decision had been a kindness.

“If at any point I learn that you have turned on our deal….”

She tucks a strand of hair behind Talya’s ear.

“Prince Aemond will burn your keep.”

Talya chokes back a sob, but nods fervently.

“And remember Talya, just as you will watch your White Worm, you too will be watched,” Queen Alicent smiles.

[robinsno1lesbian]

Okay ngl im thinking about neighbor!robins duality, like normally she’s like a hyped up puppy who needs to take a nap. She’ll see reader and be like “my love!” And wrap her arms around your waist and not let you go until like 10 minutes later.

But the SECOND reader talks back, or say their wearing something revealing again. She’s squeezing their sides or hugging them behind and telling them what their in for the second their alone…

neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 971

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!), dirty talk, use of pet names, spanking (let me know if i missed anything)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i feel like older! neighbor!robin has taken over my brain oh my god- to all those in my inbox: i see you and i promise I'll write for you too!

you have never met someone as two-faced as your neighbor before. never. one second, she's all sweet with you; hugging you from behind and holding you close. placing kisses on your cheek and nuzzling against your neck. at first, you were surprised to find out about her needy demeanor but once you got used to it, you found yourself enjoying those outbursts of hers.

you always make sure to hold her especially close when she gets like that, you hold her while she naps on your bed and cover her in kisses when the situation calls for it. but oh don't you underestimate her just because of that. she can flip like a damn switch and she will. you can hear footsteps approaching you from behind and you immediately know it's robin who has let herself in. she has your spare keys and must've seen your parents leave. you don't turn around, just call out a greeting. "honey I'm home" she replies jokingly, getting a chuckle out of you. just seconds later, you feel her strong hands wrap around your hips and her soft lips attach to the back of your neck. you sigh and lean against her. robin puts her chin on your shoulder as you bring your palm up against her cheek, stroking her skin softly. "i missed you" she mumbles, her palms roaming your sides. you close your eyes and take in the feeling of being held by her, her scent, her raspy voice this close to your ear. pure bliss. you know neither of you has really said it yet, but you can feel yourself falling for her more and more every day. it's so hard not to just hold her hand in public, to show everyone around you just how much this means to you. at least robin knows, or you hope she does. you turn around, her hold still lingering on your body, and wrap your arms around her. "i missed you too" her lips are on yours in a matter of seconds, kissing you sweetly. you kiss her back immediately, getting lost in the taste of her lips. so much, in fact, that you don't even notice when her hands wander lower and lower. only when she leans back, do you notice that she has both of her palms placed on your bare thighs. bare, because of the short skirt you chose to wear this morning. it hardly covers anything at all and if you were to bend over like this, you would give her a perfect view of your ass. you open your eyes only to find her glaring down at you already. her pupils are blown wide and her fingers are circling over your thighs. "what's this doll?" she gives your skirt a harsh tug. "a skirt" you talk back, knowing damn well where this is going. "what about it? you don't like it ms. buckley?"

over the course of the past months, you have learned just how to push that woman's button. and you have learned what calling her ms. buckley does to her. she bites her lip and gives you a somewhat hungry glare. "are you sure you want it this way doll?" she grabs your wrists and spins you around, already bending you over the kitchen counter slightly. there is a warning in her voice. a warning you choose to ignore. "what way?" you shrug and look over your shoulder. "you don't like my skirt?" her fingers tighten around your wrists and she just stares. and, while she's holding your gaze, her other hand pushes your skirt down your legs, revealing the black thong you're wearing beneath. "you wore this on purpose, didn't you? huh?" but before you can give her an answer, she lands a hard smack on your exposed ass. "answer me" she demands, before giving you another spank -harder than the first one. a whimper falls from your lips. "what was that? i can't hear you doll" "p-please" you whine, your nails scratching over the countertop in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.

"please" she mocks and laughs. "please, please, please...pathetic" the next smack causes your legs to buck, nearly giving in beneath you. but robin has a hold of you, supporting your body to stay upright and take it. "so; did you wear it for me? did you want this? wanted to get bent over and treated like a slut?" "robin i-" but she cuts you off. "answer me" you know that the marks of her hands must be forming on your skin already and, god, you hope they don't fade too soon. you give her a nod, fully aware that this won't do it. robin grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks you back, your back arching almost painfully.

"use your words like a good girl" she spits. "i- i wore it for you" you stumble over every word and it seems like your brain is too foggy to form a proper sentence. "wanted- wanted you to look" "oh i am looking" she mumbles in thought. "and i bet you love every second of this don't you? fuck i bet you’re soaked too" as if to test the theory, she pushes the little clothing piece aside and you feel her digits circling your entrance. you moan at the very first contact, your eyes rolling back involuntarily, and you throw your hips back against her fingers, practically begging for her to take you right then and there. you are punished by another smack that has tears spilling out of the sides of your eyes. "i didn't tell you to move" robin growls. "you wanted to act like a dirty slut so you're gonna be treated like one" you whimper but nod your head, willing to take all that she has to offer. she knows just as well as you do that you love this.

[etherealgoode]

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader (fluff)

Word Count: 1,8k

Note (pls read): hey there! this is the first piece i’ve written after like three years of literally nothing. if this seems a little off and ooc it's because i suck lol, but i’ve been obsessed enough about melissa to try and write something again, even though it didn't come out as “melissa centered” as i first attempted to, pls be patient with me <:

I can't say no to you.

“Do we really have to go?” Melissa sighs for the hundredth time, clicking her earrings in place. “We could just stay in, watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick, and I won't complain about your poor choices.” She looks at you through the mirror, and though the offer is tempting, you don't cave.

“We promised Ava, baby. Besides, I’m sure it'll be fun!” You smile at her, your fingertips tapping your knees while you wait for her.

“I didn't promise anything, but whatever. I still don't know how I let you talk me into this.” She rolls her eyes, trying to act more annoyed than she is, but in reality she’ll do anything you’d ask her to.

_______

Two weeks ago, Ava walked into the teacher's room acting like she got the best idea in the whole world– and to you, she kinda did.

She got in contact with an animal shelter that has been going viral on TikTok and “offered” to make a few videos to incentive her followers to adopt puppies.

You knew that for Ava, this was just another way to become more popular and gain followers, but at the end it was still a good cause.

So when she asked if someone was interested in helping her out– “You’ll never get another chance like this in your lifetime,” where her exact words, you jumped excitedly to help.

Everyone was surprised to say the least, they all just expected Janine or Jacob to be the first ones to volunteer, but Ava was grateful you beat them to the punch. “Alright girl, that pretty face will get me lots of interactions. I’ll text you the details.” She winked at you before leaving the room.

The only person who was not thrilled about it was, of course, your girlfriend Melissa.

“Did you seriously agreed to help Ava out? Outside of class? For her own benefit only?” The redhead was still trying to understand what the hell just happened in front of her, Gregory being the first one to agree with her.

“What’s wrong with giving her a little help? Like you said, she's doing it mostly for herself, so I can be there to make sure the puppies can get a home instead of just Ava trying to look good around ‘em.” You shrug, not entirely lying.

Melissa scoffs, but ultimately decides it’ll be better to talk you out of this at home instead of surrounded by people who seemed equally excited about the puppies as well.

Back at home, she never, ever expected you to convince her to tag along as well.

_______

“What she doing here? I’m tryna get more followers, not cancelled!” Ava huffs, her hand resting on her waist as she glances at both of you.

“Ava don't be mean! Mel is here to help to the cause as well.” You defend her, though you're 100% sure she doesn't really need it.

“Trust me, I’m not interested in being seen in your stupid little videos anyway.” Melissa bites back.

“Your loss.” Ava shrugs, not really bothered. Finally, she walks you both to meet the head of the shelter before she goes to finish her whole set up of lights and everything.

You introduce yourself but, soon enough, your attention is taken away by the loud barking of puppies.

“Oh, Mel! Look at them!” You cry out, quickly kneeling by the dog playpen fence. The puppies are excitedly trying to get out to you, and you lean over to try and pet them all.

Without noticing, your elbow knocks against the lock and suddenly the small door is open, and the eight puppies you counted were running out of the fence and knocking you down. You couldn't stop laughing as they walked over you and licked your face, while the woman who introduced herself as Mabel tried to get them off you and into their place again.

You didn’t notice Ava taking a video of you, let alone Melissa sneaking her phone for a quick photo.

Mabel gets most of the puppies in, and you grab the last one while attempting to get off the floor. “Oh look at how cute you are!” You smile brightly like a child on Christmas, holding the dog close to you.

You glance at Melissa, whose smile can't be erased as she looks at you being the most beautiful human she's ever seen.

“That video is gold for my page.” Ava chuckles at the phone, and you look at her horrified.

“You were recording me?!”

“Why else did you think you were here?”

“Ava I must look awful–”

“–You looked cute.” Melissa interferes before you can finish your thought. She knows you can get a little insecure and anxious sometimes, always preferring to be prepared when someone is about to take your picture, but before you can go there she makes sure you know how perfect you are. “No one's gonna be looking at these damn dogs when you look like that, hon.”

Your cheeks instantly heat, hiding your smile against the dog’s soft furr before you put it down with the rest. “That’s not the idea. At all.”

A couple of hours later, when Ava was satisfied with all of the material she got and the puppies seemed way more exhausted, it was time to call it a day.

You helped Ava get cute shots of the puppies by playing around with them, and recorded her when she attempted the same. Somehow, you even got Melissa to pet one of them and you were sure Ava was going to use that in her favor.

Overall, it was a great day and you were sure the videos would help the shelter as well. You just wished you could take them all home and give them the love they deserved. If not all, perhaps just one?

“Oh I’m going to miss you buddy.” That little puppy you had held for a minute at first, didn't stop following you around, whining to get all your love and attention, and you couldn't say no to that golden golden furr and soft paws. This is what heaven looked like for you.

You glance up at your girlfriend, smiling softly at her with the puppy next to your face. “Isn't it the cutest thing you've ever seen?” You ask softly, not willing to let go just yet. Melissa raises her eyebrow and looks reclutantly at the can.

“Far from it, honestly.” You roll your eyes.

“C’mon, look at those cute ears, and that little nose! It's perfect.” You nuzzle your face against it, walking closer to Melissa and holding it at eyes level expectantly.

“If I say yes will you just put it down so we can leave? I’m already done with this shit show.” She crosses her arms, trying to look as unbothered as possible. But you are relentless, not ready to give up just yet even though you know what the outcome might be.

“Five more minutes, please baby? Just pet it a little, it deserves love as well.” You pout, knowing the redhead won't be able to resist for too long.

“Okay fine, but just once Y/N!” Melissa sighs, extending her arm to pet the puppy. Right on cue, the dog barks happily, making Melissa jump a little. Before it keeps barking louder, she carefully takes it in her arms to quiet it down and it surprisingly works, the dog starting to lick all over the redhead’s face instead. “That's enough. I guess it’s fine, done?”

You can tell Melissa is trying not to enjoy this, but the small puppy is really adorable and so excited to be passed around you two. You really want to ask the question, but you're not sure you’ll cope with Melissa's answer.

So, instead of asking, you hold the puppy in your arms and, like he knew what was going on, both of you look at your girlfriend with the biggest, brightest eyes you could muster.

“What? Why you looking at me like that?” Melissa squints, and Ava laughs behind her.

“Are you blind? The girl is dying to take that thing home.”

“Y/N, are you crazy? What are we even going to do with a dog? All they do is bark and shit all over the place, and do you know how expensive it'll be? You need food, and toys, and a leash, a bed that they’ll outgrown soon! Who will take him to walks so he doesn't shit all over our apartment when we're not there, huh?”

Maybe you don't have everything figured out just yet, but you will!

“Him?” You raise your eyebrows.

“His balls are right there, but that's besides the point! Did you hear everything I just said?”

“I did, baby. I hear you.” You say softly. The puppy– which is obviously a male, starts whining and lays his head against you, looking up at Melissa with big brown eyes. You take the opportunity and do the exact same thing, both of you staring into her beautiful green ones.

You didn't think she would crack so soon, so easily. But you guess she had been picking up on your energy the whole day, and how happy you were when you first landed eyes on the puppies. At the end of the day, she knew she couldn't deny you anything. The smile on your face was worth more than talking you out of the whole thing.

“I swear to God, if that thing ruins my couch, pees on my carpet, gets on my bed– he's out.” Melissa grumbles, though you know there's no real treat behind it, or at least you hope.

“First of all, it's our bed. And second, the couch is already wrapped in plastic baby, nothing will happen. I’ll make sure, promise.” You peck your girlfriend's lips softly, your smile growing against her. “Thank you baby, Rocco and I love you.”

“Rocco? You named it already?” She can't believe she's agreed to this, and she knows she can't back out, but that doesn't mean she won't fight against the dog a little; even if she secretly thinks he's cute, has thought so since you first held him.

“Of course, Rocco Schemmenti. It suits him, don't you think?” You smirk, knowing damn well you already have her.

“Shut up, he hasn't earned the right to be a Schemmenti yet.”

“And what about me?” Your free arm sneaks around Melissa’s neck, little Rocco laying between you two as the redhead’s hands rest on your waist.

“Oh hon, you were born to be a Schemmenti, trust me.” She finally gifts you one of her beautiful smiles, green eyes closing as you lean over to kiss her, laughing when Rocco starts licking both your cheeks. “Let’s take this thing home so I can show you properly.”

[swiftyangx12]

Variant Crossover

[AU] by @exhaslo

Arachnis’ pronouns = They/Them/Their

[(A/N)]: Arachnis is my ATSV OC who has spider abilities based on the Sydney Funnel Web. It means they have the fangs with the lethal venom.

Arachnis: *Icing their knuckles* …

Miguel: …

Villain!Miguel: *Locked up in a cell with a broken nose and bite marks* …

Arachnis: Miguel, why is your variant here and how did this happen? I was away for two weeks because of Protocol duties and this is what I returned to.

Miguel: We fought back in his dimension. He almost captured his Spider-Woman and stopped him since she could be a good asset to join our team.

Arachnis: *Sighs* Then you tried to take her, but he tagged along and saw me. Do I look like your Spider-Woman?

Villain!Miguel: You remind me of her.

Arachnis: I’m Arachnis. You almost killed my Miguel and had the audacity to lunge at me. Almost broke my hand from caving in your face.

Villain!Miguel: I thought you were my specimen. Someone I need to-

Arachnis: Do I look like your guinea pig, you psychopathic manwhore?

Miguel: *Pulls them behind* We’re sending you back. Wei.

Arachnis: Sorry, but he gives me the creeps. How is he your variant?

Miguel: Stone.

Arachnis: Oh, that explains everything.

[Earth-???]

Arachnis: Let me get this straight. You, his Spider-Woman, have a fat-ass crush on this lunatic?

Spider-Woman: I wouldn’t say I have a crush on him…

Arachnis: …You’re in love with him? [Reader], he’s just an obsessive geneticist whose only goal is to “improve” humanity, no matter the cost of anyone’s life. I don’t think he’ll love you the same way my Miguel does. And he can barely hit me hard during training because he doesn’t want to hurt me.

Spider-Woman: I know, but I thought if I can show him a better view in humanity-

Arachnis: [Reader], people don’t change easily. Especially ones like him. *Glaring at Villain!Miguel*

Villain!Miguel: I didn’t do anything.

Arachnis: *Hisses at him* You need to rethink your standards and safeguard your well-being. You’ll only get hurt at the end if you don’t prevent yourself from falling into his manipulation.

Spider-Woman: I…I get it. You’re worried about me, but I can handle myself.

Arachnis: Your Miguel almost killed us. I should be worried, as your variant. Maybe it’s best you join the team so we’ll give you the necessary training since you just started your heroic journey.

Spider-Woman: *Sighs* Maybe…Then Miguel would be angry if I miss anything when I’m gone.

Arachnis: [Reader], find another job and resign his ass. I did when shit happened back in my dimension. It wasn’t easy, and look where it led me. I’m an agent fighting for a good cause. Don’t you want to fight for what’s right?

Spider-Woman: I do. It’s just…

Arachnis: I know it’s challenging for everyone who start their own story of heroism, but we can help you. I can help you.

Spider-Woman: *Biting their bottom lip out* …I’ll join.

Arachnis: Okay, you’re in. Oh, another fact to inform you. You gotta strike fear into your Miguel because in reality, female spiders are much bigger and aggressive than their male counterparts. Some of them are cannibalistic to their mates.

Spider-Woman: *Disturbed by the fact* Why would you tell me that?

Arachnis: Because I want you to put yourself first than find somebody you can actually cherish. And I’m your variant who studied Arachnology.

[Back in Earth-928, Spider-Man 2099’s office/lair]

Arachnis: *Leaning next to their Miguel* Miguel, babe. I’m concerned about her. She’s in love with a psycho.

Miguel: I know. It’s…shocking unbelievable.

Arachnis: *Sighs* What’s her Canon Event?

Miguel: …S’not good.

Arachnis: Does she lose someone or she dies?

Miguel: …

Arachnis: You know the silence isn’t helping and making this suspenseful.

Miguel: She and my variant get together.

Arachnis: …I’m gonna cut his dick off. *Pulls out their Karambit*

Miguel: No! Amor! *Holds them up*

Arachnis: I warned her and sternly talked to her how she’ll get hurt at the end just by being with that scumbag.

Miguel: Thank shock I didn’t mentioned the pregnancy.

Arachnis: PREGNANCY?!! MIGUEL!!! Let me go! I’m not afraid to bite! He has 15 minutes to live!

Miguel: *Bites and injects his venom in them*

Arachnis: *Becomes paralyzed* Fuck…Why?

Miguel: You were about to kill him. I know the line of work you’re in back on Earth 2020-6-2 and I couldn’t let you.

Arachnis: Miguel…[Reader]…

Miguel: She’ll be fine. She informed me she’s deciding to resign her job and will join the Spider Society.

Arachnis: She did?

Miguel: After your talk with her.

Arachnis: *Sighs* I’m tired…I think…you used too much…

Miguel: I’ll take you home, amor.

Arachnis: Thanks Miguel…

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[evita-shelby]

Give

the final chapter in the Eva and Tommy accidentally have the antichrist series(moon, lamb and vist)

cw: ghost possession?, catholicism, idk what else happens here

“Give him what he gave you and he will be forced to let the boy go.” It is Tommy’s voice and yet it isn’t.

He had never wanted to do this and yet here they were.

Eva listens intently on how to do the ritual where she gives up her supernatural abilities in exchange for their son. Something about how Charlie isn’t fully Satan’s because Tommy’s presence that night prevented him from being the one to make him. It was more the price to pay for her abilities than the actual antichrist.

The real antichrist couldn’t have a human father, as long as Eva nullified the contract, Satan had no choice but to fuck off.

On the anniversary of Charlie’s conception, on a moonless night, Eva would go into the woods and return an ordinary woman or at least die as one.

“Your journey will be harder without my clairvoyance.” Eva tells him as if he didn’t know the life he was seeking wouldn’t come without its trials. Speaks as if she wouldn’t die just so he doesn’t worry about the ritual going wrong.

“Nothing that matters was gained easily. I’ll still have you and Charlie and that’s all that matters.” Tommy assures her and takes Charlie to church as instructed.

If the devil refused to go back on the contract, he’d have to go through the Devil of Small Heath for the boy. They are to stay there until Eva returns from the woods or someone finds her body.

But she returns, her dark eyes no longer knowing everything about you, her looks stunning but nothing beyond an ordinary human beauty and having no capacity for magic in any way or form.

And yet she has skills and talents gained from her strange life and upbringing, more money than the Crown, and she has him by her side. Nothing ordinary about her even if she no longer has her magic.

“He is free, the price is paid.” Eva tales the sleeping boy from him and bites her lip as she tries not to grieve the legacy she has given up.

Her family would understand, if they didn’t then fuck them. Nothing else but Eva and Charlie being alive and safe mattered anyways.

Later that night he finds her reading the journal she had been too afraid of even reading for answers.

“After all we have gone through, nothing scares me anymore.” His wife answers when he asks why she was doing that now.

Tommy had tried to look at it over her shoulder, but he didn’t know a lick of Spanish nor could make sense of the diagrams and other things Eva had written high from a thing called peyote.

The witch ---the former witch as of last night--- looks at her own scribblings with confusion, then surprise and turns to him with a gasp.

“I foresaw this!” the dark-haired woman keeps her voice low, to avoid waking the toddler sleeping soundly between them, and explains what she has just read. “When I wrote this, in a fit of madness, I apparently orchestrated a con to keep the antichrist from being born. This I did with the knowledge I’d regain my abilities after a near death experience as most natural born witches do. And as an apology to future, well, present me, the rest of the journal is everything we need to know until 1924, when someone will shoot me in the middle of our first charity gala.”

She sounds mad, and yet perfectly reasonable considering all that’s happened. Though it worries him about their first gathering with high society will end in blood.

“Don’t worry, it will evade all the vital bits and go over the collarbone like this” his wife takes his fingers and shows him exactly where she’ll be shot and live to tell the story. “And nine months later, we will have our first daughter, Diane Elizabeth Shelby, who will revive the Shelby’s legacy of magic along with that of my family.”

Because of course his wife would be the only human capable of cheating the Devil.

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

Vulnerable

Fic number 9? Lesbians, you say? Let's fucking goooo @narcosfandomdiscord

Prompt #27, Book Of Caretaking: "Don't make me take care of you."

Word Count: 915

Relationships: Tamara de Lempicka/Rafaela

Warnings: None

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

They’re sitting on the bed together when Tamara sighs and raises her arm. Rafaela eyes her, thoughtful, curious, when the realisation dawns upon her. 

Another bracelet. 

She’s vulnerable, enigmatic, energetic and beauty entwined. Emphasis on the vulnerable part, because that’s what strikes the painter the most. It’s why she offers this gift out to her, not just a gift, but a token, a treasure… A lifeline. 

If she needs the money, if she needs more than the scraps she finds and the meals from the men she courts with, then it’ll supply. More money than she’s dreamed of touching, that’s likely. 

“Tamara…” She whispers, sucking in a breath. She eyes the painter like she’s silver and gold, and she’s just copper, fused into plenty of things, able to be thrown away, “Come on, this is just you being flashy again. I don’t need it.” 

“Right,” The blonde rolls her eyes, holding the jewels up against her arm, glowing bright. 

They’re white, and dainty, a contrast against Rafaela’s skin. Something different from the usual matching colour schemes that she usually goes for. Why blend in when you can stand out?

It’s almost as though she’s giving her muse something else… A strange sense of permission. 

Why blend in when you can stand out?  

Why don’t they stand out in the world? After all, Rafaela’s been begging for it, every night in their bed, lying in the afterglow. Even worse, during the daylight as they meander through Paris, having to be cautious of their steps, where they put their hands, and how longingly they look at each other. 

If someone finds out, someone other than Tadeusz, the husband, always wittering, or Marinetti, the eccentric mentor, they’re doomed. 

“Don’t you like them? The jewels?” The painter breaks the silence, adjusting how she’s sitting. “Rafaela…” She whispers, her gaze locking on her muse, “Don’t make me take care of you. Let me take care of you, because I want to.” 

Rafaela averts her gaze, folding her arms over her stomach. Right, here it is, the thing she’s always dreaded. Attachment. She loves the painter, the creator, someone who brings their names to life, who brings her feelings unparalleled! There is no doubting that! 

But something stirs inside, something unsettling, gnawing at her. If she accepts this bracelet, another one, then soon, she’ll just be bejewelled, adorned in decorations that are not her own. 

She’ll be no more than the muse she already is. A muse, and a model. Modelling two things at once, of course: Tamara’s wealth, and Tamara’s talent. 

Yes, it’s her body, her poise, and everything fundamentally about her that the painter craves. But it doesn’t always feel like that. 

Rafaela’s fingers stretch, brushing gently against the jewels. Tamara’s eyes widen at once, hopeful. Will she accept the invitation? 

“You always want to take care of me, that’s the thing.” She sighs, continuing to handle the jewels, “Always reaching out to me, always doting on me, trying to cover me in things, like these jewels. Making me lie still, covering a canvas in paint, just to look like me… I’m tired of hiding.” She admits, and Tamara just smiles saccharinely, “Tired of that, and tired of just–” 

The words live and die on her tongue. She bites her lip now, fragile, vulnerable , once again. 

“I’m tired of clinging to you. I am my own woman, aren’t I?” 

“You are, Rafaela! What makes you think otherwise?!” She laughs, reaching out to encase the bracelet on her wrist. The muse sharply pulls away. 

“What just happened there says it all. So eager , hm?” Rafaela bats her eyes, placing her hands in her lap, “Look at you, beautiful, caring, and perfect. You are perfection, Tamara de Lempicka. But there’s no point in moulding something imperfect, just to flaunt all that you hold, isn’t there?” 

Tamara scoffs at what, to her, feels like an accusation, shaking her head. She places the bracelet back on her wrist, letting it fall down against her skin. 

“I’m just trying to help you!” She counters, “Because we’re struggling together. I just want to give you something that you don’t have.” 

“And what’s that? Security?” 

“Security, sure. And love.” 

Rafaela’s smile is thin now as those feelings grow stronger. She’s trying to give me security because I’ve never had it. Give me love because I’ve never had it, but is this right?!  

She stands up, hurriedly, and walks towards the door. 

Tamara’s gaze says it all, but she doesn’t bother to chase. 

Rafaela is beautiful, enigmatic, vulnerable, and a person of the night. It all makes sense, now. She wants to stand out, but hides, she only takes the things that blend in, only kisses her when there’s a hunger for it, but she’ll neglect all other food sources. 

“You’re leaving?” The painter whispers, “After everything?” “Don’t be so dramatic. ” The muse hisses, “You know exactly where to find me, exactly what to do. I just need to re-evaluate our current situation. Or will you grab another bracelet, another diamond, give me another lusty night to entice me?” 

Tamara feels the sting, hitting her heart, making water pool at her eyes. Rafaela’s always had her way with words, something that she’s never been fond of herself. 

“Go, Rafaela. Figure this all out. You know where to find me when you’re ready to return.” 

She laughs, just for a moment, a sickly wicked smile dancing across her face, “That’s not a ‘when’, darling. That’s an ‘if’.” 

[catierambles]

Null Ch.20 (final)

Pairing: Spoilers

WC 2486

Warnings: Talks of sex and sexuality, attempts at emotional manipulation Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , @fvckinghenrycavill , @raccoon-eyed-rebel , @eldarwen333

August let her go, didn’t follow her, and he went back into the study seeing Charles still sitting in the chair where Anna had parked him. Napoleon and Walter had shown up at some point and the mood was tense. Dragging over her computer chair, August sat down in it heavily, looking at Charles who wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“Her succubus is starting to come out and she’s hungry.” August said simply, “Attunement is probably almost complete.”

“I should--” Charles said, starting to stand.

“Sit. Down.” August said evenly and he sank back down in the chair.

“Someone want to tell us what’s going on?” Walter asked, “Charles won’t say.” August told him, Sy and Mike filling in details he didn’t know and Napoleon sighed when he was done, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You fucking idiot.” He said, “Do you realize how goddamned lucky you were to find someone like her? And you threw it all away. For what?”

“She’ll forgive me.” Charles said, “I know exactly what to say and it’ll be like it never happened.”

“If you think we’re letting you go anywhere near her,” August started, “You’re delusional.”

“She needs me.” Charles said, “She loves me.”

“No, I don’t.” They looked over, seeing Anna leaning in the doorway of the study. “Maybe one day I would have, but you killed any chance of that happening. Leave, Charles, I never want to see you again.”

“Anna, dearest, please just listen to me.” He said, standing from the chair. “That woman, she meant absolutely nothing. You’re the one I want most of all. I told you, however long forever turns out to be, I’m yours.” She just blinked at him slowly. “I love you.”

“The only person you love is yourself.” She said, “You’re not capable of loving anyone else. I’m done. Done listening to you. Done being manipulated by you. All you ever did from the moment we met is lie and manipulate me. You did whatever I wanted, whatever I asked, whatever you thought you needed to to gain my trust and I have to hand it to you, it worked. I fell for it. I think we all fell for it, or we just didn’t want to see the truth. Your brothers wanted you to be a better person, thought you finally were, but Napoleon is right. No one changes that drastically and that quickly. So you’re going to go, you’re going to leave, and you’re never going to come back.”

“Where am I to go?” He asked.

“I don’t know and honestly,” She shrugged, “I don’t care. Maybe hit up Ann again, you two deserve each other.” He looked like he was going to say something, but her steely gaze killed anything he might have said. Charles vanished with a sigh and the hard set to her shoulders relaxed, tears rolling down her face again and August got up from the chair, going to her and pulling her into his arms, letting her cry against his chest.

Anna called out of work the next day and they all gathered in the living room, eating the sweet german pancakes she made. Even Walter was there, so space was a little limited. They hadn't left last night, not wanting to leave her alone in the house, taking turns checking up on her throughout the night.

"Doll." Sy started, swallowing his bite of pancake, "August told us last night that your succubus is coming out."

"I had a sandwich that settled it." She said.

"That's a bandaid and you know it." Sy said, "Eventually you're gonna need to actually feed."

"Trying not to think about that, thank you." Anna said. "Don't know how I'm going to swing it, personally, given the fact that I'm still…ya know, a magical space ace."

"There's passive energy." Napoleon suggested, taking a sip of his coffee, but she pulled a face.

"Strip clubs make me uncomfortable." She said, "Male or female orientated."

"There's always--" August started but she shook her head.

"Nope." She said, "I'm not using you guys like that. I like the dynamic we have, let's not fuck it up by, you know, fucking."

"Anna."

"August." She said, "I'm not doing it. So please, do not, do not, do not suggest it."

"You can't not feed, sweetcheeks." Mike said and she sighed.

"I'm gonna bank on the fact that because I'm not fully succubus, I'm not going to have to as often and I can just slap a bandaid on it when it rears its ugly head." She said and Mike stood from his seat on an ottoman, setting his plate aside. She watched him carefully as he went to her, taking her plate from her hands and setting it aside as well before pulling her to standing. "Mike…"

"Just testing a theory, try not to knee me in the balls too hard." He said and reached up, holding the side of her face and leaning into her. She leaned back a little but not far enough and he kissed her, his lips moving slowly over hers. Anna sighed through her nose, her eyes closing as she pressed back against him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her hands against his back. Mike's hand slid back into her hair as he deepened the kiss and a shudder ran through the room as they felt her hunger build. Normally they wouldn't have been able to, but it was probably due to the fact that the attunement began from her exposure to their energy. "Shit." Mike sighed as he pulled away. "Theory confirmed."

"I'm gonna make myself some more pancakes. You guys want anything? No? Okay." She said, her voice strained and she pulled away from him, heading into the kitchen. She was leaning with her hands against the sink when she heard a noise behind her and looked over her shoulder, seeing Sy in the doorway. "Please don't tell me you're going to kiss me too."

"Tempted." He admitted with a shrug, "But no."

"Mike doing it was…weird." Anna admitted, "I always kinda saw him as a little brother, you know, but now…" She shuddered with a sound. "I can't use you guys like that. You told me that the reason why you care, the reason why you stick around, is because I don't see you guys sexually. If I start getting naked with you, that'll no longer be the case and you'd all be well within your rights to…"

"We're not going to leave, doll." Sy said, "And there's nothing wrong with friends with benefits."

"I know there isn't but I don't do that. I don't do casual sex. That's why this is so fucked up. The ace that's turned into a damn succubus. I still don't feel it, I don't feel that urge, I look at you guys and it goes no further than "wow, handsome"." She said and he went up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaning in to press a kiss to the back of her head. "But this other side of me that's so completely alien pops up and I…it doesn't feel like me. It feels like something else in my skin and I hate it."

"I'm sorry, baby girl." Sy said with a sigh, "We did this to you. Charles may have kicked it off, but us being around finished it. I'd say we could go and leave you alone, but that wouldn't do anything, it wouldn't reverse the attunement and we'd be liars because we'd be abandoning you."

"Sy, the attunement. Seeing as I'm part demon now, does that mean I'll live as long as you guys?"

"Yeah, doll, it does." He said.

"Fuck." She said, "I can't even just wait it out for another fifty, sixty years."

"Anna, please, please don't do anything irrational. Please don't do anything to hurt yourself." Sy said, his voice cracking somewhat. "We couldn't bear to lose you like that."

"I'm not…" She turned, looking up at him, "I'm not going to do that. Don't worry." He nodded, not looking at her but his eyes were red and she pulled him in, hugging his chest, his arms coming around her tight.

"Do you trust us, babe?" He asked and she nodded against him, "Then let us help you. It doesn't have to be all the time, I'm not saying you should jump into bed with us on the regular, just when bandaids aren't working anymore. We understand that that's not how you are. We're not going to be like Charles where we expect sex from you all the time just because we did it once, and go elsewhere when reality sets in. We know that's not how you are."

"But what about you guys? I can't expect you to only feed from me." She said, "That wouldn't be at all fair."

"Well, that's the thing, doll, feeding from another demon always lasts us longer than if we feed from a human. So we won't have to feed as often."

"Well shit, why bother with humans at all then?"

"Personal preference. There are those who only feed from other demons, but the majority of us like being with humans."

"So, what, we turn into some kind of polycule? You guys only feed from me and I only feed from you?"

"If that'll work for you, yeah."

"I can't--"

"Ask that of us, I know. The fact that you're still thinking about us and our needs and our feelings just makes us want to help you more. Us helping you won't change how we see you, well it may a bit, but with you being you I know you still won't see us like that. We'll still be people to you. Did you see Charles differently after you guys went to bed?"

"No. Slightly more fluffy, but I still didn't feel the urge to jump him. Not to say I wouldn't want to, it just…wasn't high up on my To Do list, pardon the term."

"Sex isn't a priority to you. It's not on the forefront of your mind and it's not the first thing you think about when you see someone nice lookin'." Sy said and she nodded, "But this, with being what you are now, it may not be a priority to you but it's a necessity to it. You said that strip clubs make you uncomfortable, but what would make you more uncomfortable? Going to one of those? Or being with someone who cares about you? Who you trust? And who wants to help you?"

"That's a very good question." Anna said, "I honestly don't know. I'm not… sex-repulsed. Sex itself doesn't make me uncomfortable, it's just a biological act that's made more enjoyable based on how I feel about the person, and something I only want to do with people who meet certain criteria."

"Do we meet those criteria?" Sy asked and there was a pause before she nodded. "You wouldn't be usin' us, doll, or taking advantage of us. You'd be gettin' somethin' from us, and we'd be gettin' somethin' from you."

"That makes it sound very…transactional."

"A bit, but it wouldn't be somethin' unfeelin' like going to a sex worker. We care about you, you're not just a way to scratch an itch and I know you don't see us like that either."

"Not at all."

"Do you want to be with any of us?" He asked and she thought for a long moment.

"It'd be nice, yeah. You're all good lookin' dudes and I trust you."

"Then let us help you." Sy said, "The dynamic may shift a bit, but it won't change because, unlike Chuck, we know and understand how you operate. We just don't pretend we do in order to get what we want. Also, think of it this way, you'd save money on batteries."

"Oh my god, Sy." She said with a snort, dropping her head to his chest.

"Yeah, you'll be sayin’ that soon enough." He said and smiled when she laughed. "Final verdict?"

"If y'all start getting jealous or possessive like Charles did, you're done, understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am. You're your own woman. We may be yours, but we don't own you."

"And if any of you want out, please let me know, and don't go behind my back. I won't take it personally if you just talk to me. I thought Charles and I were in a relationship, he made me believe we were, and we all know how that turned out." She said, "If he had just been open with me from the start, I would have been cool with it. We wouldn't have been together because I don't do open relationships, but I would have understood."

"Of course, we ain't shitheads." Sy said and he could see the gears in her head turning.

"Fine, but if it gets weird and I'm not comfortable with it, it stops. Capiche? No arguments."

"Yep." Sy said.

"Fuck this is so weird." She said and he rubbed her back.

"I know." He said, "C'mon, let's go tell the others and lay down the ground rules."

What they had may not be conventional by any means, but they all cared about each other, and that was good enough for them. Anna only fed from one of the guys when she needed to. Ninety-nine percent of the time, it was like nothing had changed, it's just that one percent of the time, she went to bed with one of them. Sex still wasn't a priority, she still didn't feel sexual attraction, and they understood this. They didn't put pressure on her to do anything she didn't want to if she wasn't hungry or in the mood, and she told them flat out that if they wanted to go elsewhere, they could. They just didn't want to. Walter even eventually joined the dynamic, being the last one to be introduced to the group.

It was a few years before Charles showed up again, and Anna found she wasn't angry at him anymore. She didn't feel anything for him anymore. He had tried to throw a tantrum when he learned of their dynamic, but she shut him down with a look. He even tried to make moves on her, probably thinking he was back in her good graces as she wasn't angry anymore, but she shut that shit down too. He ended up leaving, sullen and unsatisfied.

Anna didn't play favorites, she didn't feed from one of them more than the others, but Sy and Mike held a special place in her heart because of all the things they helped her through. She loved them just a little more than the others.

What they had wasn't conventional by any means, but she had a relationship based on trust and understanding and not sex. It just happened to be with five amazing incubi.

[electricbluebutterflies]

Hello! For the kissing prompt list:

kiss on the inside of the wrist + Tess/Joel

Very vaguely nsfw and also on ao3.

It happens more or less by accident, same way everything does.

Tess is capable on her own, yes, but she’s still a decently young woman and that ain’t always in her favor and… she’d been thinking about a roommate, and then she started screwing someone a little more regularly than she planned, and-

Fine. She asked a man she’s pretty sure she’s in love with to move in with her and otherwise continue the friends-with-benefits bullshit she suspects is the best they’ll ever actually do. She’ll hate herself for it later.

He’s become enough of a fixture in her apartment in the past month anyways that it doesn’t feel weird, not much to change logistically, just… it’ll get weird in a couple days, when it kicks in, but not now not yet not-

She jumps him, because that’s just what they do in the same space with a convenient mattress for her to pin him to, and she thinks maybe the weird point will be the first night they’re in the same bed and they don’t fuck, maybe-

Tess isn’t thinking about that right now, not while she’s rolling her hips against his. This has already gotten familiar, like she’d been waiting her whole life for this dynamic, for this pretty man who lets her have control and-

She bites his shoulder as she feels pressure burst, stays in that position after, until she feels him get breathless and oh they are so well matched and-

“This is what I get with you?” Joel mutters as their bodies separate.

“Don’t tell me it’s different now that-“

He curls his hand around hers and brings it to his mouth, leaves a line of scruffy kisses across her wrist. “That sound or look like a complaint?”

“I’ve never been in this position. Wouldn’t know.”

“Got worse with the ex, but… you aren’t her.”

First mention of a serious ex Tess has ever heard, but they don’t exactly talk. She’s at least figured out where he’s from, but the accent would’ve done that, and the four brothers she wasn’t talking to before the outbreak feel implied enough, and-

“I like you,” she murmurs. “I asked you to move in because we’re good like this. Can’t promise forever, but-“

“Won’t ask for forever. Don’t end well for me.”

Ah, so that kind of serious ex. Wife, maybe, probably left him, probably-

On some level, Tess doesn’t wanna know. On a deeper one, she does love a challenge, and proving herself as a better person sounds like a fun one, and-

“So the fact that I’ve never even had a serious boyfriend is probably hot for you,” she laughs.

“That what you want?”

Oh, she’s crossed a line, she can see it in the way he’s looking at her and… yes, she wants to say, yes that’s absolutely what she wants at the very least, but-

“I’d settle for you not hitting me and not fucking anyone else without telling me in a timely fashion. Very low standards.”

“Very easy to meet.”

She wants more, she thinks as she shifts position to clean the mess off her thighs, but the closer they get the more aware she is that she can’t ask for that. The closer they get…

“You’d be amazed how many guys can’t do either.”

“Don’t hurt you, don’t lie to you… any other conditions?”

“Not yet.”

She doesn’t need much, really. Just… be decent to her, let her be what she is, don’t trap her in domesticity and…

He’ll do fine, she thinks as she takes a soft kiss. She’d decided as much six weeks ago across a dive bar and she’s claiming it now. They’ll do fine.