#yes that are two cutting mats on top of each other

[bibliophilecats]

I fell in love with this FPP block, so I put my myriad other projects on hold and used my limited sewing time just to make it. No idea what I'll do with it now 😅 but I really like it.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

He's My Man: That's My Girl Timestamp

Summary: Russell and reader’s casual morning plans turn into anything but when an unexpected visitor appears on their doorstep…

He’s My Man Masterlist

Pairing: Russell Shaw x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: language, gunshot wounds, life-threatening situation

A/N: Welcome back to more Russell Shaw! This story is considered a timestamp to He’s My Man and it’s highly recommended that story be read prior to this one. Please enjoy!…

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You stretched your arms overhead as you padded out in your bootie slippers from the bedroom. The smell of something yummy filled your nostrils and there was a faint melody in the air. Russell’s forest green tee clung to his broad shoulders, falling loose around his tapered waist, hitting the top of his charcoal gray sweats.

“Chappell Roan this early?” you teased. 

“It’s grown on me,” he said with his back to you, bopping his head back and forth. You hummed, walking around the kitchen island to spot him making two spanish omelets. 

“God, I love that you know how to cook,” you said, pecking a kiss on his cheek before going to the fridge to get out some orange juice.

“I’ve heard that once or…” he trailed off as he turned his head, jaw dropping slightly. You looked down, OJ in hand. You were wearing your favorite yellow pajama shorts but you had a feeling it was the peach bralette you wore he was stuck on. His lips curled up as you reached over, pushing the pan off the heat before he burned breakfast. “Where’s your shirt?”

“Huh. Must have lost it.” You looked up through your lashes, Russell smirking when you stepped back. “What a shame.”

“I might have to disagree with you there,” he said, pouting when you pointed at the skillet.

“Breakfast first, then dessert.” He grumbled to himself but smiled all the same. You scooted behind him and got out two glasses. “Do you want to eat on the porch?”

“Set us up at the island, qark. I don’t want you to get too cold outside,” he said, sliding an omelet onto a waiting plate. You worked around each other easily, Russell getting the food on the plates and dressing it with a creamy green avocado sauce he’d whipped up with the blender.

You took a seat, Russell taking a bow as he set it on the mat in front of you, kissing your forehead and taking his own seat beside you.

“So what’s on the agenda today?” he asked between bites. You shoveled a large bite in your mouth, a delicious explosion of flavors hitting your taste buds.

“After dessert,” you said, Russell brushing his leg against yours, making sure to touch as he cut off a piece of breakfast, “I was thinking I’d join you out at the brewery. They’re framing the building today, right?”

“Yeah. It’s starting to feel real,” he said, a quiet sigh under his breath. “I’m scared I fucked up. What if I threw all that money away on a pipe dream?”

You set your knife and fork down, frowning at him. “Russ. Your beer tastes amazing. You have investors, remember? They believe in you. If it doesn’t go well, then so what? At least you tried and I will always be proud of you for that. We’ll be okay. Now stop worrying about the money and let me handle the budgets, okay?”

“Alright,” he relented. “To be fair, I probably should let the woman that somehow had hospital grade medical equipment in the backroom of a warehouse run the books.”

“Exactly,” you said, Russell rubbing your leg with his left hand as he picked up his fork and ate again. “To be fair, it wasn’t that hard to get. The whole mob connection thing.”

“This is true. You’ve been running your own business for years.”

“Yes, which is why when I say to chill babe, chill. You have a great business plan,” you said. “Plus an amazing partner.”

“She’s so modest too,” he chuckled, wolfing back the last of his eggs. He clapped his hands together, turning to face you. “Dessert time.”

“Eh, I’m still eating,” you said, pointing at your plate. He faked a pout before he was up, cleaning up the kitchen and saving the leftover sauce in the fridge. You barely had your fork down when he was taking your plate and shoving it in the dishwasher. “Russell.”

He bounced around the island, far too adorable for a forty year old man, hands on your hips and a deep grin on his face. 

“Yes, wonderful?” he teased, pulling you to the edge of the stool. You wrapped your legs around his waist, Russell’s hands under your ass lifting you up as your gripped his shoulders. “New agenda. How about we make out a bit, let our tummies settle, then we can get our exercise in for the day-”

“Russell,” you groaned, pressing your forehead to his.

“Then we’ll pop over to the brewery for a bit, I can help you research your next job this afternoon, you can call Colter and harass him about making sure he’s still doing his stretches-”

“It is not harassment-”

“And then I’ll cook up that salmon in the fridge on the grill for dinner and we can watch X-Files on the back porch under a blankie.” 

“I love that you say blankie,” you teased, kissing the tip of his nose. “Sounds like a great day, Mulder.”

“Hey. I know things about the lizard people, Scully,” he chuckled, carrying you off towards the bedroom.

“Oh yes. I forget you’re such an expert,” you said as tires screeched outside. You shared a look for only a split second, Russell setting you down and grabbing the hidden gun safe from the end table. He had it in his hands in less than two seconds, nodding as you ran back into the bedroom and got yours out of the closet. 

Fists pounded on the front door, Russell’s weapon aimed at it when you returned, yours going towards the garage entrance.

“Russ! Open up!” Russell lowered his gun, scrunching up his face at the voice. “Shaw! Open the fucking door!”

“Stay back,” Russell said quietly. He jogged up to the front of the house, pulling back a curtain. “Jesus fuck.” He tore open the front door, two of Russell’s special ops friends standing there.

Well, standing was a stretch. 

“What the fuck happened, Hank?” said Russell, throwing his arm around Kelly who was very much actively bleeding from the abdomen. 

“I fucked up,” he said, Hank staring at you. “Can you fix her?”

You did a quick survey and spotting four, no five, bullet wounds littering the left side of her body.

“She needs a hospital-” Hank grunted, Kelly nearly passed out in his arms.

“They will find us there. Please. We knew the risk of not going. Please just try,” said Hank. You closed your eyes, setting the gun down on the island.

“She’d have better odds at a hospital,” you said, going to the pantry and grabbing the black bag tucked away at the top. You went to the dining room table, shoving chairs out of the way and ripping open the bag, pulling a blue tarp out and laying it out. “Don’t just stand there, get her down.”

You let the guys get her down, Russell shoving a throw pillow under her head while you washed at the kitchen sink. You snapped on a pair of gloves, digging through your bag and pulling out supplies left and right. Russell ran off into the garage, returning with one of his shop lights and attaching it to the light fixture overhead to give you more visibility.

“Russell,” you said, organizing your tools while tossing an orange box at Hank. “I need you to scrub your hands and put on gloves. Hank, cut off Kelly’s shirt and bra and open that box. Attach the leads to the right side of Kelly’s chest and then turn the box so I can see the numbers on the screen. What’s your blood type?”

“O positive,” he said, fumbling with his hands as she did as asked. “S-She’s A positive.”

“Good,” you said, pulling out tubing and handing it to him. “Tourniquet your arm and call Doug when you’re done. Tell him to break into the nearest blood bank.”

“Blood bank? Why not a clinic?” asked Hank as you got a good look at Kelly’s wounds. Her very, very bad wounds.

“Because I’m not fucking over some patient when a doctor in an emergency goes to their supply and finds it drained. Get it from the bank where odds are less likely it’ll impact someone,” you said, Russell appearing by your side, blood staining his shirt and pants already. He nodded, watching you grab the tubing and shove the needle into the exposed vein on Hank’s arm. “Let’s pray this fucking works.”

Twelve Hours Later

You checked Kelly’s pulse as she stirred awake, her eyes hazy from the strong pain killers you’d given her.

“Hey,” she whispered, glancing around. “Am I on your dining table?”

“Yeah. Sorry about that. Last second decision,” you said, adjusting the sheet over her body. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. “Do you feel cold?”

“Just my feet,” she said. You looked down, smiling to where they were uncovered.

“I’ll get you some of my fuzzy socks. Nothing in your stomach, no chills?” She shook her head barely an inch but it was good enough. “Alright. Sounds like no internal bleeding right now then. I’m going to keeping checking every hour so you’ll probably want to throttle me by morning for not letting you sleep.”

“S’okay,” she mumbled. “How’m alive?”

You rested a hand on her head, stroking it gently. “You have either extremely shitty luck or extremely good luck. You were hit five times. Once in the arm, through and through, non life threatening. Three hit your rib cage and got stuck. A sliver more and that would have been it. The last one was tricky. Gut shot. Thankfully, it missed your digestive tract or you would have been septic or dead by now. Bad news is you no longer have a spleen. But again, in terms of if you have to get shot in an organ, the spleen’s a pretty good one to pick.”

“Thank you.” You hummed, Kelly forcing her eyes open. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” you asked. 

“I told Hank to let us take our chances, that Russ was out of this life. We should never have brought this to your front door.” You smiled, leaning down so she could see you better.

“You guys helped me with Owen and you didn’t even know me. I will always help Russell’s friends,” you said. She smiled a smidge, relaxing when you wiped a washcloth over her face. “You don’t have to worry. The boys are dealing with those guys that shot you right now. You’re safe.”

“I’m so sorry to make Russ-”

“Russell’s a big boy. He doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to and trust me, he was more than happy to go fuck up the people that tried to kill you. So you focus on resting and I’ll be right here, okay?” She hummed, her eyes darting down to where dried blood clung to your chest.

“Did you operate on me only wearing a bra?”

“...It’s a long story.” You glanced at the monitor near her head, her heart rate and blood pressure looking good at the moment. “So. When did you and Hank become a thing?”

“Me and Hank?” she asked with a pout. “We’re not…I’d like to be, you know, more but…”

You smiled, Kelly’s brow unfurling. “He has been a nervous wreck all day. You two ought to have that talk. In the meantime, let me walk you through next steps.”

The sun was just starting to break the horizon when the door to the garage opened. You sipped from your cup of coffee, glancing over Kelly’s wounds, no sign of infection by some miracle. She had a long road ahead of her but her making it through the night gave you hope she’d be able to recover.

“Hey,” said Russell quietly, giving you a small smile you returned as Hank trailed in on his heels. Russell nodded as Hank rushed over, taking the chair on the other side of the table and taking Kelly’s hand in his.

“How’s she doing?” asked Hank as you rose to your feet.

“Hanging in there. It’d be better if we could get her in a more sterile environment, had more equipment to monitor her vitals,” you said.

“We have a medical evac on the way now that the…issue’s been dealt with,” he said. You relaxed a bit at that. Her odds were much better if you could get her in an ICU with a dedicated team.

“Good,” you said when faint sirens sounded in the distance. “Let’s help clear a path so they can get her out of her fast.”

Thirty minutes later the house was quiet. You put a hand on your head as you looked around the room. Blood was everywhere. You were thirsty, starving, needed to pee and caked in dried blood that made your skin itch. 

“Come on,” said Russell, taking your hand and leading you back towards your bedroom. 

“I should clean up-”

“Later. You have more than earned a shower and some rest.” Russell tugged you behind himself, lifting you up and carrying you straight into the bathroom. “You didn’t sleep at all.”

“Neither did you,” you said, gently set down on the shower seat. 

“Yeah, well I didn’t perform major surgery in a kitchen yesterday for eight hours,” he said. You rested your head against the tile wall, Russell peeling your clothes away and tossing them in a pile on the floor. “Thank you for saving Kelly.”

“She could still die,” you mumbled.

“You did extraordinary for what we had on hand,” he said, arms around you again. “Now let’s clean you up.”

You peeled open your eyes around lunchtime, the air smelling of disinfectant. Rain was hitting the roof, Russell popping his head in just as you sat up. 

“Hey,” you yawned, holding the covers to your body. 

“Hello my queen of darkness.” He stepped in the room with a sleepy smile, kissing you before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. His long fingers fixed your hair behind your ear, grazing your cheek. “Jammies are on the bench when you’re ready to get up and the house is all set.”

“Russ, I could have helped-” He pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you.

“You did help. My friend is alive because of you. Now are you going to let me take care of you today?” You grumbled but nodded, laying back down in bed. “That’s my girl.”

“...Give me another hour of sleep,” you whispered.

“Whatever you need, sweetie. Anything at all.”

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[edgeray]

Unknown anon again. I'll figure an emote soon. I guess for know I'll just say uh... ??? anon.

So in the latest dragon Arlecchino fic, reader took a nasty wound yes? And well, medical supplies are hard to come by. So reader gets an infection in the wound and Arlecchino has to find a way to take care of them?

Dragon Hunter Mother Part 3

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N -  Part 1 | Part 2 Guys. It is what you have been waiting for, the long awaited part 3 of dragon! arle. Hope this doesn't disappoint! Okay, um, wow, hi ??? anon, 🏹 anon, and ©️ anon. Guys, why are 5 of the asks in my inbox dragon-related. 5 separate ppl wanted more dragons. 💀💀 are you guys starved of dragon content? is this what this is? Is this a cry for dragon content? You can tell how late this request is and I really apologize for that. 😭. What's that? More worldbuilding? Unfathomable. Hehe. Tell me what parts of worldbuilding you guys want me to specify / go into into the next part, because there definitely is going to be a part 4 at least.  Content warnings / info - follows part 2's events immediately, arle's pov for the entire time, mentions of injury, sickness, may be medically inaccurate, 3.2k words

You promptly pass out after Arlecchino came to rescue you, the two of you not even registering the intimate gesture that Arlecchino had done in the heat of the moment. 

As soon as you lose consciousness, clinging onto her form, she lays you down, checking for your injuries. Miraculously, you haven't received many injuries: just a shallow cut on your side and a deeper laceration across the length of your forearm. She tears one of your sleeves from your shirt as well as rips the bottom half of your top off to access your wounds. You’re bleeding steadily, and Arlecchino knows that stopping the bleeding is a priority. 

Stripping the apparels of one of the deceased dragon hunters, she ties around the cloth around the wound on your forearm, the one bleeding more heavily, applying pressure to it. Her clawed hands tremble slightly, careful to not nick your skin as she continues her ministrations. The cloth is darkened by the red that seeps into it, and she growls, before searching for another piece of cloth, using that to secure the bleeding. Once she deems that your bleeding is no longer a pressing issue, she carefully lifts you in her arms, traversing by foot to her cave. 

Although there is no difficulty in carrying your weight–her draconic strength still remains in her human form–the journey by foot takes several hours and she has to rely on memory for partway of the trip. It's no help she can not run or leap, not if she wants to risk jolting you awake and disturbing your wounds. Eventually, her children finds her. She instructs Lyney to burn the corpses so that there would be no traces, while Lynette is to search and retrieve your belongings. Freminet leads Arlecchino back to the cave by flying overhead.

Once Arlecchino finally returns, she immediately places you in the nest, bundling the wool mat around your body. Around the second week, you ventured into town, gathering the fleece of animals and placing it along the bed of branches and stones to ‘insulate’ it. While Arlecchino is not aware of what that means, she notices that it made the nest considerably warmer to lay in. 

Lyney and Lynette are already in the cave when you and Arlecchino have arrived. Once she places you down, the two creep up beside you, croaking and cooing in concern as they observe your sleeping form. Lyney perches on your chest, while the other hatchlings nestle between your body and arms, pressing on each side.

Arlecchino observes the sight, her human heart pumping rapidly. Seeing her children curls around you, it's a sight that she can never imagine. She allowed a human close to her, into her home, around her children. She grew attached to a human despite her best efforts. Had it been just two moon cycles ago, she would have never considered the notion, fathom the ability of allowing such, of enjoying a human's presence. 

Not since Crucabena. That despicable woman. It brings her great joy at the memory of burning her alive. She shakes the memories away, focusing back on you. After all, you aren't Crucabena–you aren't like all humans. And perhaps that is exactly why she grew a fondness for you. 

How can she not, however, when you’re the first that doesn't tremble at the sight of her claws, or behave cautiously around her? Perhaps you are a fool, no, she is sure of it, you are a fool who didn't know better. But still… how could she not, when you've fed them, cared for them, protected them when you needn't?

Arlecchino sighs, raising your head tenderly so she can comfortably sit while you lay on her leg. Gingerly, her fingers make her way into your hair, caressing the top of your head. She regards you with a soft gaze. 

How can she not grow attached to the one her little ones call ‘Mother?’ 

Ah, she is having foolish thoughts again. She looks away from you, before falling asleep herself. 

Arlecchino stirs awake as she feels the sun's rays peak through the cave's entrance. She notices your still unconscious form, strange, as you must have been asleep for half a day, if not more. Then, the closer that she examines your body, she notices you tremble relentlessly while panting heavily. Concern immediately spikes through her body, and she none-too-gently shoves Lyney off of you to relieve the pressure on your chest. Lyney protests the movement and harsh awakening with a grunt before turning to your unwell person, croaking and whining pitifully. This agitates the other two hatchlings, and all four dragons surround you. 

Arlecchino leans over you, scrutinizing every muscle twitch in your form. You're ill, that much is clear, but with what, the dragon isn't sure. Illness is practically nonexistent for dragons, unlike other species; there is little that can penetrate a dragon's scales. Even in human form, little harm can come hhr way. Humans, she had learned a century ago, are quite vulnerable and susceptible to nearly anything. And you, you've always seemed so frail and delicate to Arlecchino, even when she knows better compared to human standards. No matter how formidable you were in the face of the other dragon hunters, even you are human. 

Freminet coos as he nudged his head against your head, rough scales against your face but still you don't wake. Arlecchino tries herself to stir you, shaking you by the shoulders, but it's unsuccessful. You don’t wake, and your body seems warmer than it usually is–then for what reason does your body tremor like it does now? 

Arlecchino's heart pumps rapidly, rapid thoughts running across her head. What if you were to never wake? What if you remained this way until you perished? The vivid image of her crying children croaking for their Mother as you lay cold and still gripped her tightly, fueling her with something she hadn't felt in a long time.

“Wake up, human, wake up,” she demands with a foreign desperation, her brows knitted and her teeth clenched. Lynette nips at your arm, a futile attempt. 

“Archons-damn it,” Arlecchino grunts, taking you by the shoulder again before stopping. Her clawed fingers scratch at you lightly, faint red lines across your skin before beads of red manifest from the shallow cuts. The dragon pulls away, her hands turning into fists. How can she help you? She can't, not when she is so ignorant of humans and their bodies. You're not well, and yet she cannot help you.

For a dragon, she has never felt more helpless and weak than she is now. For the first time, she finds herself wishing that she was a human. If she was a human, she would know how to help you. If she was a human, she would know more than how to hurt and destroy. If she were human, then maybe she too would know how to preserve and save life. If she was a human perhaps you wouldn't be like this. If she was human…

She needs another human’s help. The realization comes to her and she stands up immediately. It hurts her more than she would like to admit, resorting to a human's help, but… her pride as a dragon is not worth your life–it never will be. 

Arlecchino tells the children to stay in the cave and watch over you, before she takes off in her dragon form, heading towards the nearby town with a bag of coins in her hand in her claws. She perches at the edge before transforming back into a human, wandering the streets with a cloak to hide her other draconic features and eventually finding the town center. There, she shouts and cries out for a doctor, flailing the bag of coins but no one approaches her. Arlecchino can feel her dignity deplete with every bellow, and her hope draining as more time passes.

Doubt begins to creep up her mind, as she ponders what it’d be like to live without you. She's already so accustomed to your presence, to wake up to your warmth everyday, your brilliant smile, your care towards her and her children. What if Arlecchino can never find help? What if you truly die, and once more her children experience another maternal figure leaving them? What will she do then?  She is not ready to part with you, not just yet. 

Still, despair slowly sinks into her eyes until a figure comes up to her, a small, hooded woman, with long, dark strands of pink-tipped hair, and a white ribbon over her eyes. How the human is able to see is a fleeting thought before she scrutinizes the person, suspicion and reluctance present in her expression. 

“You can help my friend?” Arlecchino questions, though she is in no place to deny help. 

“Of course,” the woman smiles cryptically. “What are your friend's symptoms?” 

“She's breathing heavily, trembling, and feels warmer than she is usually.” 

“Has she received any injury or wound recently?”

“Yes.”

“An infection then. That is easy enough to treat. Yes, I can help you. Take me to her,” the woman states, and Arlecchino obliges, as she leads the other woman to the way. 

“She is outside of the village, she lives in the middle of the forest.”

“I suspected that. Guide me.” 

Arlecchino takes the woman to the edge of the town, now at the edge of the forest when the woman stops her. “Well, aren't you going to start flying?” 

The dragon pauses and turns to her, her brows furrowed. Did the human know that she is a dragon? If so, how? Arlecchino made sure to hide all of the signs, hence the cloak. The dragon attempts to hide the shock in her expression.

“What?” Arlecchino gruffs with a bit of edge in her voice.

“You know. Use your wings?” The human suggests, making a hand gesture to emphasize. 

“You know I'm a dragon?” Arlecchino growls, raising a clawed hand to threaten her as she narrows her eyes. If she knows, then she is a danger, a threat. She can endanger her little ones if Arlecchino brings her to her home. Should she kill her? No, she can't kill her now, not when Arlecchino needs her, or needs your life more. 

“Of course, I do,” she answers merely. 

“Then why are you helping me? Do you want to die?” 

“Dragons that's come this far are rare. I believe it's only right to help fellow dragons, no?” 

“You are not human,” Arlecchino says matter-of-factly. 

“No, I am not,” the woman states with a smile. A pink light emanates from her being and blinds Arlecchino, the vibrant outline morphing from that of human-shaped to something ten times larger. Arlecchino steps away, as a large dragon replacing the form of the human, nearly as large as her own dragon form. White scales crisscross her black scales like x's. But most noticeably is that she has four pairs of wings, each one faded from ink to rose color at the ends, the wing bones covered in midnight scales while the flesh of the wings are colored with a similar roseate color to its tips.  

“Let me reintroduce myself,” the dragon says, fuchsia eyes glaring back at Arlecchino. “Call me Columbina. It's nice to see another dragon such as yourself. I promise no harm will come to you or your ‘friend.’ It's more beneficial to make allies with one another rather than enemies, don't you think?”

Arlecchino can practically hear the smirk from her tone, but she knows better than to reject the offer. Arlecchino may be among the most powerful of dragons, but a four-paired-wings dragon is out of her capability. Columbina outmatches her by experience as well as magical ability, and she cannot fight, not when she doesn't know how severe your condition is. What Columbina can benefit from her, she would just have to see, but you need to be treated first. 

“How can I be sure you can truly help me? You may be my elder, but I will not hesitate to strike against you,” Arlecchino snarls.  

“Why don't you just show me to your human companion instead of waving around these useless threats? I swear on the dragon's oath no harm will come to the human or to any of your things.”

The untransformed dragon contemplates on her words before sighing. A dragon's oath is nothing to scoff at; draconic magic binds the swearer to the oath, and if the swearer breaks it, heavy reparations are placed on the dragon. Columbina is serious about not hurting her, though helping her is still in question. Nonetheless, little can be done. Arlecchino reverts back to her dragon form. “Follow me.” 

As the two dragons make their way to the cave, Arlecchino cannot help but prod the other with questions. 

“How do you know how to treat humans? Why were you in the town posing as a human?” 

“A dragon lifestyle can be so dull. We live so animalistically, driven by instincts and basic biology. Why must we degrade ourselves to living as we do when we have the intelligence and consciousness of a human yet none of their weakness? Humans have proven themselves to be interesting. Working as a ‘quack,’ or what the humans tend to call me, has allowed me so many intriguing insights.” 

“You're studying humans?”

“Yes, don't you find such an inferior species quite fascinating?” 

“They are something,” she mutters absentmindedly. Frankly, she doesn't care about the other dragon's maniacal obsession. 

“Their bodies and mind is something I can toy with for years. Humans lie on such a delicate balance of relying on their animalistic features and relying on their intellect and judgment for their survival.”

Arlecchino just nods along. The two finally reach the cave, where the hatchlings greet Arlecchino, clambering over her back and arms. 

“Oh, little ones? How adorable,” Columbina coos, but makes no attempt to approach them. 

“Don't touch them. The human is farther inside,” Arlecchino growls and Columbina follows inside, converting back into her humanoid form. She strolls up to your sleeping form, crouching, and examining your figure. She places a hand on your forehead.

“My, my, my, what a pretty mate you have here. It is no wonder you were so protective.”

Arlecchino halts, her brain freezing as she comprehends her words. Her eyes go wide at her proclamation, and she nearly stammers out her response.“Mate? A human?”

“No? Though, I suppose I assumed wrong. She doesn't have your mark. Though, it makes no sense why you've yet killed her,” Columbina hums, unwrapping the cloth around your arm to look at your wound. “Hm, just as I thought. It's infected.”         

“Is it even possible to mate with a human? We are separate species.”

“Why? Perhaps you are interested in it yourself? Then it makes sense why you are so taken by this human,” the dragon muses, and Arlecchino flushes, shaking her head.  

“No, I was just questioning the plausibility of your suggestion,” the dragon quickly retorts. “Do not state such a preposterous thing.” 

Columbina smiles and turns to Arlecchino. “Well, I guess you are too young to know. It is possible, in fact our ancestry says so. We all originate from the same bloodline at one point, though that is about more than a millennium ago. To put it simply, Our ancestor mated with a human blessed by the Archons, and that is why we are born with magic in our veins, and have our human forms.”             

So it is possible for dragons to mate with humans… still, Arlecchino cannot fathom such a thing. Even in her humanoid form, you still are so small… she shakes her head, ridding of the notion. Mate with you? She has no place of even considering it when there's no intimacy between the two of you anyways.  

Columbina pours some type of translucent liquid over the wound before dabbing some type of fabric into it. She manifests a bottle, opening it and applying the contents over her clawed finger, then rubbing it over the wound. Afterwards, she wraps a clean cloth around your forearm. 

“Come here,” she gestures to Arlecchino. Arlecchino approaches you, and the other dragon passes her a roll of cotton material. “As you must know, humans are quite fragile. Hence, this human became ill because the material around her was dirty. It's important for humans to be as clean as possible, as it's quite easy for them to attract impurities that can harm them internally. Use this to reapply the wrappings every day. Keep it clean.

“Make sure the human is properly hydrated, with warm liquids if possible. Do not be overly concerned with how much she sleeps. Humans use sleep to recover their strength. Keep her in preferable conditions, and make sure she is properly warmed. Do you understand?” 

Arlecchino nods. “She will be fine just like that?” 

“Do you not trust your elder?” 

“I am still wondering if I should trust you. But, I can do nothing else but trust you. Thank you for your assistance.” 

Columbina grins, the same mysterious smile she seems awfully fond of. “Of course. I look forward to meeting you more often. I am glad there are dragons nearby. I'll be off now. I do hope your human stays alive.”

The dragon heads towards the exit, altering into her winged-form before flying off. Arlecchino sighs in relief, her attention towards you. You’ve stopped shivering, it looks like the trio thought to cover you with your jacket. Although you're still warm, your forehead was no longer burning up. 

Arlecchino’s attention is steered away from you when Freminet grazes his body against her leg, before squawking, making his hunger known. Right, she completely forgot about feeding them. She tells the twins to look after you as she and Freminet goes to the nearby river, to collect fish. 

The dragon, in her human form, uses the fishing net just like you taught her, easily catching enough fish for the four of them, before returning back to the cave. As the two dragons return to the cave, they're met with a surprising, but not unwelcome sight. 

“Arlecchino. Freminet,” you greet with a grin, as you're sitting up right in the nest, the twins cuddling up around you as you stroke their heads. Your voice is different, strained and it clearly takes quite a bit of effort from you, but nonetheless, it makes Arlecchino's heart bound. 

Freminet all but drops the bag of fish in his mouth and dashes to you, charing into your stomach as pleased grumbles reverberate through his throat. Meanwhile, Arlecchino makes no rush towards you, simply strutting towards you with a faint smile. Hidden behind her eyes is relief. 

“You're okay,” is all the paternal dragon says. 

You beam brighter. “I will be. I still feel pretty bad, but…” You glance at your bandaged forearm. “I'll be fine because of you.” 

You gesture her closer, snaking out your arm from the hatchling's grasp and extending it out to her. Curiously, Arlecchino places her clawed hand. Intertwining your fingers with hers, you guide her hand towards your face before placing your lips on her knuckles.

“Take this as my sincere thanks, Arlecchino.” 

Arlecchino does not wrench her hand away, instead, scoffing in reply before looking away. Her tail flails behind her frantically, comparable to that of an excited dog. Her cheeks are tinged with red. “Getting better can be your thanks.” 

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Moi Devochki: Chapter 3

Warnings: cannon typical violence, Steves an asshole

Word count: 2463

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About two weeks have passed since the three of you have mated and by some skill and lots of pure luck you've all been able to keep anyone from finding out. Well, accept Yelena but she was definitely an exception. Natasha was dying to let Clint know, but she was afraid her best friends excitement would have that information quickly finding its way into the ear of every Avenger.

   The three of you are in the training room currently, Nat had brought you both here to train you in some more combat techniques. You both knew a few things, but she wanted to make sure her mates were both well prepared, she didn’t want to risk either of you getting hurt. 

   She demonstrates each move before having you try it out on each other. The current move Wanda is to replicate on you is a basic Armeyskiy Rukopashniy Boy(army hand to hand combat) move that Nat had learned from Spetsnaz, the Russian Special forces. All she had to do was disarm you of the rubber training knife without being ‘stabbed’. 

   You lunged at the other Omega, swinging the fake blade at her. She shifted into her defensive stance, her arms and hands ready. Or at least she thought they were ready but halfway through she forgets what her next move is, her hands fumble and the two of you end up colliding. You both fall to the floor below, the training mats softening your landing as Wanda ends up landing on top of you.

   She quickly tries to move, worried you might be hurt but your hands grab her waist keeping her close as you erupt in laughter. After a few seconds you can hear her laugh join yours, both of you finding the situation far more hilarious than you should have. 

Your Alpha chuckles as she watches the two of you. Normally she might repremaind you both for not taking training seriously but she knows she's had you in here for hours and that you’d both been trying your best and had even learned several new moves already, so she lets you all simply be in the moment. 

   Once your laughter dies down Wanda lifts her head to look at you, your eyes meet hers and upon seeing the sparkle of happiness in your eyes she can’t help but forget where you are as she leans down and kisses you. The joy of this moment is incredibly brief, however because Steve had walked in just in time to see Wandas lips meet yours.

   “Wanda! Get off of Y/n right now!” he shouts as he walks closer to you both

   The Omega, startled by the other Alphas presence immediately does as she's told, her eyes gluing themselves to the floor as she prepares to be reprimanded or punished. Your face contorts in concern until you remember Nat is with you, you know she’ll shut Steve up. Before he can get any closer Natasha is in front of him, a deep growl coming from her and he finds himself slightly startled as he had been so focused on the two of you he hadn’t noticed the other Alphas presence.

   “Nat, what are you-” he begins to say before getting cut off

   “Back off Rogers.” she growls out, causing confusion to show itself on Steves face

   He shakes his head, “They're both Omegas, behavior like that isn't befitting of two Avengers. They have to put a stop to whatever this is, now. And you know that.”

   He goes to move around her but her hand pushes firmly into his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “You won’t be going near them.'' Her tone leaves little room for argument, but Steve isn't known for backing down. He studies her a moment before he glances over her shoulder at you and Wanda, the two of you stand there obviously nervous under his gaze. She sees this and gets even angrier, “Keep your eyes off my Omegas.” she says, shoving his chest.

   “Your Omegas?” he questions as his eyebrows shoot up, nearing his hairline. He tries not to let jealousy overtake him, he’d been interested in you for a few months now.

   “Yes. Mine.” she growls, pulling the collar of her shirt away from her neck, proudly showing off the marks the two of you left. He lets out a huff trying to calm himself, but Nat can sense the anger rolling off him in waves. 

   He shakes his head again, “That doesn't excuse this Natasha. They can’t be together.” his tone is harsh, and your Alpha bites back a snarl at his words

   “Like hell they can’t! They love each other, they love me and I love them. I’m their Alpha and I gave them permission to bond-” she begins to say before being interrupted

   “You let them do what?!” he shouts in disbelief. If you were his Omega he never would have let that occur and Natasha allowing it to happen was a huge mistake.

   Upon hearing all the growls and yelling Yelena, Bucky and Tony appear in the doorway. As soon as she sees her sister guarding you both from Steve she calmly walks into the room and stands beside the redhead. The look she gives the Alpha in front of her is cold and if eyes could kill, Steve would be a dead man.

   “Sestra, nuzhno li mne ustranit' etu problemu?(Sister, need me to remove the problem?)” she asks, tone as cold as her glare

   Nat smirks, “Tol'ko yesli vy khotite, chtoby(Only if you want to.)”

   Bucky hurries over to Steves side before the two blond Alphas start fighting, “Whats the problem here Steve?” 

   “The problem is them.” he says, gesturing to Wanda and you, you both flinch slightly. Yelena and Nat both growl at his tone and words. Buckys brow raises in question as Tony strolls up to the conversation. 

   “Now hold on a moment everyone. Let's take a few deep breaths and a few steps back from each other, alright?” he says as he gestures at the two pairs of Alphas. Nat grunts refusing to budge, so of course Steve stands firm, earning him a sigh from Bucky. “Or not. Someone at least care to fill me in?” Tony adds

   “Natasha let the Omegas back there bond with each other.” Steve says

   “They're my mates! Why does it matter to you what I allow them to do?!” she shouts, Yelenas hand on her shoulder the only thing keeping her from getting in Steves face.

   His fists clench and he sighs, “Because, it’s illegal for them to even be together let alone for them to bond. Not to mention it's unnatural, every Omega needs an Alpha.”

   “They have one dipshit! My sister is their Alpha, try and keep up!” Yelena shouts

   “That very well may be the problem.” he mumbles, and Bucky is really starting to fear for his friends safety.

   “What did you just say?” Nat growls, her eyes stare at him with such intensity that even Tony finds himself sweating.

   “I said you're the problem here Romanoff. They each need a proper Alpha of their own. They shouldn't have to be sharing, well, you.” he tells her, disgust in his tone. Now he had managed to even make you and Wanda mad, Natasha was a proper Alpha. So she was a female Alpha, that wasn’t a big deal to anyone younger than World War 2, Steve was obviously stuck in the past. Bucky however could finally see this for what it really was, his best friend was jealous that the redhead got your attention when he didn’t and he was angry that Nat had managed to claim you.

   Natasha growls at his words but she tries to let them wash over her, she tries not to partially believe that maybe he was right, maybe she wasn’t good enough for both or even one of you. 

   Yelena however, oh Yelena strikes. Her fist connects with Steves jaw with a crunch and surprisingly the super soldier stumbles back slightly. Tony flinches as he watches the punch and Bucky is quick to place himself in front of his friend, making his focus go from the two Russians to him instead. At least that was the plan, plans don’t always go accordingly though.

   A growl leaves Steve as he stands back up, nursing his split lip. “Now Steve, just hang on for a second ok? I think Yelena was well within her merits for that hit.” Bucky says

   Tony nods, “You did deserve it, you were quite rude to Nat.”

   “Telling the truth isn’t being rude.” he hisses through gritted teeth, attempting to push past Bucky, but Bucky holds him in place with his metal arm. 

   “What exactly are you getting at Rogers!?” Nat yells, her patience is incredibly thin at this point

   “Y/n deserves better than to have to settle for you as her Alpha! I could take much better care of her than you ever could! And if she was mine, I’d make sure she never saw you or Wanda ever again!” he roars. Wanda looks scared and she grabs a hold of your arm tightly, like Steve might rip you away and claim you for his own at any second.

   Natashas anger is incredible, “Y/n is my Omega, not yours! She chose me, they both chose me! Not you Steve, me! You will never take her away from Wanda or me and if you ever try I swear with everything in me that I will rip your head off!”

   Steve growls ready to fire back, but Buckys patience has run out. “That's enough Steve. Y/n’s made her choice, you have to accept it. Natasha is their Alpha and if she's alright with it then we really have no say in the matter.”

   “It’s not just about that! Stark, help me out here.” Steve looks to the billionaire

   “Don’t look at me. You dug yourself into this hole and at this point you're even burying yourself in it. Yeah, sure, technically it's illegal, but we all know that's a load of bullshit the Alpha lawmakers just don’t want to change because it potentially means less Omegas to mate with.” he replies

   “But they-” he begins

   Tony has also had enough of this and he can tell you and Wanda are incredibly uncomfortable and scared “Alright that's enough from everyone! The Omegas are absolutely petrified right now! Nat you take care of them, Steve stay the hell away from them. Bucky, keep him in line and Yelena, kick his ass if need be.”

   At Tonys words Natasha turns to you and Wanda and her face falls when she sees tears streaming down both of your faces as Wanda clutches onto your arm like her life depended on it. She hated that Steve was able to work everyone up like this instead of just accepting who you chose. She supposes it's not that easy though, she probably would be acting similarly if the roles were reversed. 

   Bucky manages to get Steve to leave with him and Yelena starts beating a punching bag to relieve some of her frustrations. Leaving Tony to watch your Alpha as she nervously watches the two of you instead of approaching.

   “Go on, they need you right now.” he tells her

   “What if he was right, what if I’m not a good enough Alpha for them?” she worries

   Tony places a hand on her shoulder and she looks at him, “Then two Omegas wouldn’t have let you claim them. They obviously think very highly of you to bond with you. And for Yelena to punch Steve, she must think you're something special. And you know what Nat, they're right.”

   She smiles, “Thanks Tony, I needed to hear that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to take care of my mates.” He smiles as he watches her walk over to you both, enveloping you in a tight hug.

   She quickly gets the two of you back to Wandas room and settled in the nest. The three of you decided to make her room your permanent one for the three of you because you all wanted to keep the nest that was covered in the scents of all three of you from your first night together. 

   Wanda still has a tight grip on your arm so you gently cup her cheek and bring her gaze to yours, “It’s ok baby. I’m not going anywhere, Tasha made sure of that.” 

   “Yelena, Tony and Bucky too.” Nat adds, gently smiling at both of you.

   But Wanda still looks upset. “I was afraid he would take her from us.” she admits

   Your Alpha quickly brings you both close to her, “I’d never let that happen. I love you both so much.”

    “We love you too.” you and Wanda reply

   The three of you get comfortable and your Alpha turns on some sitcoms for Wanda to enjoy. You stay snuggled like that for a few hours, until there's a knock at the door. Nat gets up and opens it to find Bucky and Steve standing there, upon seeing the blond her lip curls in a snarl.

   “Why is he here?” she snaps

   Bucky raises his hands, “Easy Nat. I wouldn’t have brought him here if he meant any harm, you know that.”

   She nods, “Ok. So he’s here because?”

   “Because I’m sorry. I was very rude to you and I frightened your Omegas. I just…I really thought Y/n was it for me, and that doesn't excuse my behavior at all. I just wanted it known that I was running on jealousy and instinct earlier instead of using my head.” he explains

   “Yeah I kinda figured as much. I appreciate the apology, give us some time and I’m sure we’ll be able to forgive you as long as this was a one time thing.” she says

   “It was. Tell Wanda and Y/n that I’m sorry. They make a cute couple, and they deserve to be happy and not let my words or anyone else's hinder that happiness.” he replies

   “I’ll tell them. See you around Steve. Though you might want to stay away from Yelena for a while.” she says with a smirk

   He smiles, “Don’t worry, I learned my lesson. Don’t mess with Natasha or you get Yelena.” He and Bucky turn and walk off as Nat shuts the door and makes her way back to the nest.

   She fills the two of you in on the conversation and the two of you seem much more relaxed now. You both purr as you settle back into her and resume watching the sitcom. You spend the rest of the night cuddled together until sleep washes over you all.

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[mono-moonchilds]

For Glory │KNJ

⤑ pairing: underground boxer!namjoon x fem!reader

⤑ genre: angst!!, smut, some fluff ig but also not really but yes??

⤑ rating:explicit (18+)

⤑ word count: 3.2k

⤑ summary: A fight to the death. No rules, no refs, and nowhere to run.

⤑ warnings: descriptive depiction of boxing, illusions of death, mentions of a stabbing, ig just violence in general fr, arguments, anyways on to the smut part of these warnings, fingering, emotional sex, missionary, riding, namjoon has a buzz cut, feel free to let me know if I missed anything but I think that's all folks

⤑ A/N: I watched Bloodhounds a few weeks then just had to make a boxing fic because I loved that show so much. hot men + fighting = sign me up.

The room was full to capacity, nothing but sweaty drunks that were hollering over each other while letting out rowdy cheers filling the place. Despite it all, it felt like you could hear everything. Every punch, every kick- each blow that landed on his bruised skin rang a thousand times in your ears. The fight had only been going on for fifteen minutes —probably less— but it felt like much longer. Both of their bodies already so badly beaten —bright red blood spewing from their wounds and covering the once pristine mat.

This was your first fight and it showed. Your hands clenching the worn wooden benches, breath hitching at every movement. You usually didn’t come to these events, and you didn’t see how anyone could. They were barbaric and rough -no gloves, no rules, and definitely no safety measures. They couldn’t use weapons but that was about it. Everything else was free game and however the match ended was how it ended.

Whether it was in a K.O. or stone-cold murder was all up to the victor.

‘Fight To The Death’ was what they called it. A sixteen-by-sixteen ring, surrounded by wired, ceiling-high fences, and absolutely no referees. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to escape. Neither party could call a time-out either. Once they were in the ring they were stuck there until the horn blew signaling the match was over.

“Fuck!” You jumped up from your seat. That was a mean one. The punch knocked Namjoon straight on his back allowing the other to climb on top. Luckily Namjoon was able to bring his arms up and get into a protective huddle, but it was still barely any help. Lee Do Yoon was evil, and his hits were ruthless. Even in the regular matches, he had a reputation for playing dirty.

This wasn’t even supposed to be his fight. For two years Namjoon had been out —he owned a gym and had a regular life that didn’t involve the underground fighting scene. For two beautiful years, you were able to see your boyfriend come home the way he left. No bruises, no busted lips. Just a clean face and a happy smile.

All of you had told Jungkook to lie low. That bragging and arguing with The Vipers was something he did not want to do. Despite your efforts to keep out this scene and the business that went along with it even you knew that Do Yoon and his little gang were nothing to mess with. Of course, Jungkook didn’t listen. When did he ever?

The night of your anniversary was when you got the call. You and Namjoon were on your way home from dinner when his phone rang.

Jungkook had been stabbed. They did him over three different times before leaving him for dead in the middle of an alley. Thankfully Jungkook had been relatively fine, but he was in absolutely no shape to fight. He could’ve pulled out but all of them had way too much vengeance to let the incident go unchecked, letting The Vipers have another by default victory. The other man had done this before and the only reason none of them ever got him back was they were all too consumed with their grief.

Hoseok had offered to fight in Jungkook’s place and so had Taehyung but either of them getting in that ring with Lee Do Yoon would’ve been like signing their death note. It’d been years since their last fight. And even though both of them were still in amazing shape they also had way too many injuries to even stand a chance of winning.

Of course, Namjoon never told you his plan though. He kept quiet, carefully dodging your suspicious questions until tonight.

“It’s okay- he’s okay. Namjoon’s got this,” Jungkook tried to comfort wrapping his arm around you, but you shook him off sending a mean glare.

You knew it was unfair to still be angry with him, but you couldn’t help. Sometimes you just wanted Jungkook to grow up —for him to mature and think with his head. Yeah, he knew how to step but he also needed to know when to fall the fuck back. He was twenty-five and everyone was still cleaning up his messes as if he were a kid.

“Joon!” You screamed out your hands banging against the gate. Instead of grabbing your boyfriend’s attention, you grabbed Do Yoon’s. A bloody grin filling his snake-like features as he turned towards you.

“Come on Joon—” he cooed mockingly, “you gone let your girl stand there and just watch you get put down like an animal? I thought you were supposed to be something. That’s what they told me.” Do Yoon got up from on top of him swinging his leg back hard before pushing it forward kicking Namjoon straight in the side. It sent all the air out of his body making Namjoon curl into a ball as he let out a loud cry. “Your nothing,” Do Yoon hacked a bloody lob right onto his face. “Just a washed-up piece of shit.”

Do Yoon yanked his head back. Namjoon had no time to react before the other man's hard fist clocked him dead in the face six times before dropping him back on the mat. Even though the match wasn’t over Do Yoon jumped around the ring as if he’d already won the crowd hyping him up like the depraved monster he was.

“Please,” You begged. Namjoon was still down. He kept trying to get up, but his body was wobbly and failing him.

Do Yoon crouched down in front of you. His tongue dragged against the nasty wire fence as he licked it. “Once I’m done imma have a nice time with you—” he reached down groping his flaccid dick in his shorts. “me and my boys. We’re going to-���

Before he can finish the sentence Do Yoon’s face is smashed against the fence before being dragged back. Namjoon is the one on top now. His punches unrelenting as he attacks every part of the man underneath his body. For once you understood how everyone else in the arena felt. A loud cheer came from the depths of your soul as you threw your arms up. Do Yoon was able to get a few good punches in, but it wasn’t enough, newfound energy filling Namjoon’s entire being.

It should have terrified you. The way Namjoon looked -his eyes cold and distant but it didn’t.

With one last heavy punch the match was over, Do Yoon’s arms falling flat to his side. For once the audience was quiet. Everyone was waiting with bated breath to see if he would get up. Strings of swearing erupted from his goons, their hands shaking the cage wall as they yelled at him. It was too late though.

The loud countdown over the speaker started.

Ten!

Nine!

Eight!

Seven!

Six!

Five!

Four!

Three!

Two!

One!

The horn blared.

“The winner of this year's Fight to The Death: Kiiim NaaamJOON!”

As soon as the gate rolled open you were gone. Jumping up you wrap your legs around Namjoon’s waist, his strong arms lifting you into the air. The crowd fickle as ever rang out in cheers, shouting and chanting Namjoon’s praises. Your boyfriend took it all in, a loud roar erupting from his throat as he bounced up and down.

It was over.

It was all finally over.

Namjoon walked out of the venue with a limp and somewhat clean face. Though he was still marred with bruises and cuts, Seokjin had managed to patch him up well. Before the two of you got into the car, he called over Jungkook handing him one of the leather briefcases. With a shake of his head, the younger immediately declined, pushing it away.

“Take it,” Namjoon pressed shoving it into his chest. “Pay your debts and stay out of trouble.”

“I’m sorry Hyung,” Jungkook broke down into tears. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated looking at you this time. “I will. I promise I will.”

“I know,” Namjoon said pulling Jungkook into a hug. “It’s over. don’t think about it too much.”

Throughout all his goodbyes Namjoon kept a stoic face. It was only when the two of you crawled into the backseat of Hoseok’s car that he let out a loud sob. Hoseok looked back at him through the rear-view mirror but didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything to say. Reaching over you grabbed his hand and leaned over resting your head on his shoulder.

“I did it. I fucking did.” Namjoon whispered but you knew he wasn’t talking to you. He wasn’t talking to either of you. Instead, his focus was on the golden boxing glove chain that was around his neck.

Yoongi’s old necklace.

When the two of you entered your shared apartment the story of what had gone down just hours before was all over the place. The space is messy littered with broken objects that you’d thrown around in a fit. Before you could finish making your way over to the kitchen to grab the broom Namjoon grabbed your wrist stopping you.

“We’ll clean it up tomorrow. Come on,”

Sitting down on the bed Namjoon pulled you a top of him. Your legs spread on either side of his body. “Didn’t think you would come,” 

“Called Jimin last minute. He rushed me over.”

“How come?”

You shrugged sucking in a sniffle. “I just couldn’t bear the thought of you being in that ring thinking all that shit I said was true. I didn’t mean it Joon. I didn’t mean any of it.”

Namjoon, as understanding as ever nodded his head. “Baby I know you didn’t. I know you were just angry and you had every right to be.” That made you cry. You never would understand what you’d done in life to be able to call someone like Namjoon yours.

Gingerly grabbing your brown cheeks between his palms, Namjoon pulled you in for a kiss. The remnants of dried metallic blood danced on your tongue. It reminded you of your first kiss. How the scars made his lips rough and how swollen they felt against yours. You should’ve been used to this but for some reason, it all felt so foreign. Haven got so used to your new normal you’d completely pushed down the old one.

The staying up to the wee hours of the morning wondering if he was going to be okay, sometimes having to patch him up or force him to go to the hospital when things looked too bad.

“Come on,” Namjoon hushed pulling you back in. “Stay with me,”

Flipping the two of you over he laid you down on your back. His hands instantly falling to the hem of your leggings as he pulled the tight fabric off of you. Namjoon’s lips found yours once again, a soft gasp-like breath leaving your mouth as you felt the outline of his hardening cock pressing against your lower belly. Freeing you from the confines of his hoodie Namjoon latched onto your neck, his mouth sucking hard at the exposed skin as his fingers slowly trailed down your stomach and to the place you needed him most.

It was crazy. How with just a mere touch from him you were soaked. Panties clinging desperately to your sodden pussy. Letting out a low chuckle Namjoon pulled his fingers from your panties showing you the slick digits. “Thought you said you hated me?”

Letting out a whine you rolled your eyes. “Please,” You quietly begged. You knew Namjoon was just trying to make light- show you in his own little way that he wasn’t mad at you, but you couldn’t do it tonight. You didn’t want to relive any of the shit you’d said to him.

Sliding from off of you Namjoon laid down on his side while pulling your thigh up onto his hip so that now the two of you were laying down on the bed facing each other. Pushing his hand back between your bodies his fingers made their way back into your panties- the calloused tips rubbing against your sensitive clit.

One by one he pushed his middle and ring finger into your needy hole. Forcing another low gasp from your mouth as you leaned forward burying your face into the crook of his neck. Namjoon kept a slow pace. Dragging his fingers in and out, ever so slightly curving the digits to rub them against that little spot that always made you lose it.

“You know I love you,” Namjoon breathed against your neck. You nodded. “I was always gonna come back to you. Nothing could keep me away from you.”

Your body writhes, your right hand flying up wanting to tangle into Namjoon’s dark locks but there was nothing there. Just like it was when you’d first met him his hair was once again completely buzzed leaving him with practically little to nothing. So instead, you settle for grasping at the back of his neck, practically fucking yourself onto the digits, your hips having a mind of their own as they rolled and jerked.

You wanted nothing more than to say something back, tell Namjoon how much you loved him too but you couldn’t. The pleasure over taking your body so much that the only thing you could do was let out low swears followed by the call of his name. It always embarrassed you how just with a few touches Namjoon could have you speechless and clinging to his body in desperation.

You could hear the wetness. Your slick undoubtedly leaving the bed sheets along with your inner thighs a mess. “Look at me,” Namjoon mumbled a faint smile filling his lips as you followed his command. “You know I like looking at you when you cum.”

Namjoon’s fingers sped up. The squelches from your pussy fill the quiet room. “Shit,” You swore. That familiar feeling rising up in your lower belly. You could feel your legs tightening up, the heel of your foot pressing into the back of Namjoon's calf.

“That’s right. Let go for me baby,” You don’t need to be told twice. Your vision crossing a little as your body shudders against his. “There we go. Always so pretty. My pretty baby,” Namjoon encourages his fingers not letting up even for a moment as he fucks you through your orgasm. It feels like forever before he finally pulls away, shoving the slick digits into his mouth.

Pulling away for just a moment Namjoon sits up and pulls his own hoodie off. Even though you know it's against your better interest you can’t help but look. His bare chest was exposed showing all of the bruises that littered his once clear skin. They were everywhere. There wasn’t a bare piece of skin that didn’t have Do Yoon’s dirty prints on it. “nuh uh—” Namjoon murmurs tilting your chin up. “Don’t look at that. Look at me. Just stay here with me,” Kissing your tears away Namjoon rolled the two of you over so that he was back on top of you. In one swift movement, he pulled down his gym shorts and boxers allowing his thick cock to spring free from its previous confinements.

Grabbing the length, Namjoon began to pump it, smearing the creamy white beads that’d spurted from the tip into the rest of the skin. “Joon,” You breathed needily, your cunt throbbing desperately in your panties. Even though your boyfriend just shushed you he didn’t tease much longer, the head of his cock pressing into your pussy slowly splitting you open.

Despite Namjoon’s thrusts being slow they were hard. Each push knocking the wind out of you as you begged for more. Dipping his head down Namjoon wrapped his full lips around your brown nipple suckling the pebble into his mouth.

“Right there,” You moaned, eyes fluttering closed at the overwhelming sensations that racked through your body. Letting go of your nipple Namjoon’s face falls onto your shoulder, low grunts and groans falling from his lips with every thrust.

“Fucking love you,” Namjoon whispers so low that you weren’t even sure he’d meant to say it out loud. Wrapping your legs around his lower back, you pull him deeper into you, making a low hiss fall from Namjoon’s mouth as you accidentally press into a bruise.

“’m sorry,” you slur out.

“S’okay,” He grumbles kissing your collar blade, his wet tongue dragging across the skin. Pulling away Namjoon looked down at you, a small smile filling his face as he stared. Even though he didn’t say anything you knew exactly what he was feeling because you felt the same. The happiness. The relief. Although Namjoon had given promises of winning before he left the two of you both knew very well the fight could’ve gone either way.

Gradually his eyes drifted downward, first falling on your bouncing breast but then inevitably ending on your belly causing tears to fill his eyes. This time you pull him out of it, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pull him down for a kiss. “Lemme ride you,” you say.

With a nod of his head, Namjoon changed positions causing you to let out a lower whimper. He always felt so fucking deep in this position, like his cock was right in your stomach. “Shit—” Namjoon’s eyes got wide. “do you think we’re gonna—”

“Joon—” You cut him off with a laugh already knowing what he was about to ask. “You’re big but you're not that damn big. Just give me a minute.” You finish a moan tumbling for your lips as you roll your hips just a bit to help get used to the stretch.

Instead of placing your hands on his chest you lean back grasping his thighs, eyes fluttering close as you rock back and forth. Namjoon’s hands found purchase on your waist helping you grind a little bit faster, his hips rising a little to match your movements. Lifting yourself up you drop back down, the loud sound of skin slapping together filling the room as you repeat the movements.

“Don’t think I gonna last—” Namjoon chokes out. “feel too fucking good.”

You nod your head in agreement, already feeling the sensation building. “Just a lil faster baby.” Namjoon whimpers. “I need a little more,”

As you follow his directions, Namjoon’s head falls back. His lips forming into a ‘o’ as his eyebrows furrow together. He was almost there and so were you. Reaching down you rub fast circles onto your clit, your body shaking as your orgasm hits you hard. It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to follow, a loud groan escaping him as his cum paints your inner walls white.

The two of you pant, barely allowing the other to catch a breath before you find your lips on each other once again. Carefully you slide off him and fall to the side. Wrapping his arms back around you Namjoon pulls you in once more. His hand finds rest on your belly rubbing at the barely there bump as his eyes flutter close.

“Don’t know what I would do without you,” You whisper.

“And I don’t want to find out.”

⤑ A/N: I really loved writing this couple and I kinda wanna write the prequel to how they met and also Jungkook and Yoongi's story. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

[thegettingbyp2]

I Made You a Promise

Part 2 of It's Not Forever

The day Aaron and Jack Hotchner returned home to you was one of the happiest days of your life. You were sitting at your desk at the BAU, half asleep, when you felt a hand lightly nudge against your shoulder. Forcing yourself to look up, you gave a sleepy smile to Spencer who grinned at you in response, holding out a cup of coffee.

‘What’s up, Spence?’ you asked, taking the coffee from you and taking a sip, hissing when it scalded your lip.

‘He’s coming home, (Y/N),’ Spencer said gently and you froze with your drink halfway to your lips. It had been a year since you had watched Aaron and Jack drive away from your home and for the whole year, you had thrown yourself into hunting down Mr Scratch. As soon as you had closed the case and knew that Scratch was gone, some part of you had expected Aaron and Jack to come home straight away, not realising that there were procedures that had to take place in order for them to be able to return home to you.

‘What?’ you whispered, tears filling your eyes and you put your cup down before turning and taking Spencer’s hands in yours, needing something to ground you.

‘Hey, sweet girl.’

The all too familiar voice made you freeze. You’d had no idea when you’d hear that voice again and you turned around in your chair and gasped when you saw Aaron Hotchner standing in the doorway of the BAU. He looked exactly the same as the last time you’d seen him; with the addition of a beard framing his face that you liked very much. Without a second thought, you leapt out of your chair and ran across the office, throwing yourself into his arms. A sob escaped your chest as you felt his arms wrap around you tightly, holding you against him and your fingers curled into the hair and the back of his head, almost as if you were making sure that he was real.

Pulling back slightly, Aaron moved his hands to your head and pulled you in for a bruising kiss that conveyed just how much he had missed you. The two of you quickly became lost in each other before Morgan’s voice cut through your reunion.

‘Alright you two, let me drive you both home so you can get reacquainted,’ he said, waggling his eyebrows teasingly, making you laugh lightly, resting your head on Aaron’s chest.

For the entire drive home, you and Aaron didn’t let go of each other once; you had both gone way too long without being able to touch each other that neither of you were about to separate any time soon. You both quickly thanked Morgan for the ride home and raced inside, your lips connecting as soon as the door closed behind you.

Aaron hands reached down to the back of your thighs and immediately you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist all while keeping your lips connected. Aaron was so caught up in you that, as he blindly made his way through your house and up the stairs to the bedroom, he failed to see the baby toys, mats and monitors that were littering your living room. Aaron gently laid you down on top of the bed before pulling away and taking you in. His hand came down to weave his fingers in between yours and he looked down sharply when he head the light clink of your rings hitting each other.

‘I take it this is a yes?’ he asked, running his thumb along the band that had been sitting on your finger for the last year.

‘Did you really think I’d say anything else?’ you replied, reaching out and pulling him back down to you. His hands made quick work of pushing your dress up and ripping a hole in the crotch of your tights, pushing your panties to the side as he let two fingers run along your pussy, groaning into your neck as he felt how tight you were when he pushed his fingers inside of you.

You threw your head back and whimpered as his thumb made contact with your clit and began to trace light circles that had your hips rocking against your hand. Trying to regain your head, your hands quickly undid the buttons of his shirt before moving down to try to undo his bed, tears filling your eyes when you struggled to get it undone.

‘Hey, it’s okay, sweet girl, I’ve got it,’ he said gently, taking over until his belt was off and his trousers were kicked away and he was lining his cock up to your entrance. He ducked down and brushed his lips lightly against yours. ‘I missed you, sweet girl,’ he mumbled against your lips as your arms came up to wrap around his neck, holding him as close against you as you could.

‘I missed you too,’ you whispered in reply, burying your head in his neck as he slowly pushed into you.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, bring his arm to wrap around your waist, tilting your body upwards slightly until his cock brushed the spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Aaron started a pace that was slow enough that the two of you were able to bask in each other once again but at the same time fast enough that your breath was pushed out of you with each thrust and before you knew it, you were dangling over the edge.

‘Aaron,’ you gasped, running your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, holding yourself against his body, ‘I’m close.’

‘Me too, baby,’ Aaron murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before sliding his hand in-between your bodies and rubbing circles against your clit again before you vision blurred and you let yourself tumble over the edge, knowing that Aaron was there to catch you. As you were riding out your orgasm, you felt Aaron still against you as he filled you up, pressing light kisses to your neck.

Once the two of you had both come down from your highs, Aaron pulled out of you and fell back onto his side of the bed for the first time in a year. Instinctively, you rolled over until your head was resting on his chest and your leg was draped over his waist. ‘Aaron,’ you whimpered.

‘I’m here, sweet thing, you’re okay,’ he cooed, running his hand up and down your bare back, the movement sending shivers up your spine.

‘You came back to me.’

‘I made you a promise, didn’t I?’

You smiled and reached up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. ‘Where’s Jack?’

‘He’s at Jessica’s, she’ll drop him off in about an hour,’ Aaron mumbled against your lips, humming happily when the kiss resumed. However, the kiss was short lived when you both heard a knock at the front door. Aaron groaned in annoyance but you couldn’t help the nervousness and excitement flood through your body when you realised who was at the door.

‘Come on, put something on!’ you exclaimed, quickly jumping off of the bed and throwing a pair of Aaron’s boxers on as well as his shirt that had been discarded on the floor. Aaron threw a pair of joggers and an old t-shirt on, looking like he’d never been away for a year and you both headed downstairs.

You opened the door and squealed happily when you saw JJ standing in the doorway, holding your baby daughter in her arms. You happily took the baby from your friend and smothered her face in kisses. You heard a gasp from behind you and turned around to see Aaron standing behind you, his eyes fixed on the baby in your arms.

‘I’ll let you all get settled,’ JJ said after you invited her in. ‘It’s good to have you back Hotch,’ she called but received no reply as his eyes refused to leave the baby.

Once the door closed again, you turned around fully, rocking the baby in your arms as she began to cry lightly.  ‘Hey, you’re okay beautiful. Do you want to meet your daddy?’

You stepped closer to Aaron and held her out towards him. ‘Meet your daughter, Daisy Hotchner.’ Aaron let out a laugh mixed with a sob and reached out to take the fussing baby from your arms. Almost as if sensing that she was finally being held by her father, Daisy started to settle back down almost instantly.

‘Hi Daisy, I’m your dad,’ Aaron cooed gently down at her and you felt your heart clench in your chest, knowing that you’ve been waiting for this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant. ‘How old is she?’ Aaron asked, turning his head to look at you.

‘Three months,’ you replied and you watched the realisation dawn on his face that you must’ve gotten pregnant after the last time the two of you were together; the night before he had to leave you for a whole year.

‘I’m so sorry, sweet girl,’ he whispered brokenly, leaning over and pressing his lips to yours lovingly. One of your hands reached out to rest lightly on his back and the other moved to gently brush your finger across your daughters cheek. ‘I’m so sorry you had to do all of this alone.’

‘Hey, that doesn’t matter now,’ you spoke softly, moving your hand to brush away a tear that had slipped from his eye. ‘You’re here now, you came back to me and now you’ve met your daughter. Everything is perfect.’

Aaron smiled lovingly at you before turning his attention back to the now sleeping baby. ‘Just you wait until you meet your big brother, he’s going to absolutely love you.’

You thought back to when Daisy had been born and you had burst into tears over the fact the Aaron wasn’t there to share the moment with you. You knew the second she was placed into your arms that Aaron was going to be an amazing father to his daughter, you’d just hoped that he was able to come home early enough that he could still see her as a baby. Aaron’s hand on your cheek jolted you out of your thoughts and you looked up at him to see him cradling Daisy in one arm as he wrapped his other arm around you, bringing you in close; the only thing missing from the picture was Jack.

Almost on cue, the front door burst open again to reveal Jack Hotchner running over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head against your stomach. Tears started streaming from your eyes as you knelt on the floor so you were able to give him a proper hug. ‘I missed you, mom,’ he sniffled, pulling away to look at you.

‘I missed you too, baby boy,’ you said, smiling through your tears as you wiped his tears from his cheeks, your heart clenching over how much he had grown.

‘Hey, buddy, do you want to meet someone?’ Aaron called from behind you, drawing Jack’s attention to his father. He nodded eagerly and took your hand in his as you headed back over to Aaron. Aaron carefully knelt on the floor with you so he could show Jack the bundle of blankets in his arms.

‘A baby?’ Jack asked, looking between you and Aaron in confusion.

‘This is your sister, Daisy, Jack?’ you said gently, watching his face for his reaction. Much to your delight, Jack’s face stretched into a grin.

‘I’m a big brother!’ He moved his face closer to Daisy’s so he could get a better look at his baby sister. ‘Hi, Daisy, I’m your big brother!’ He said, giggling as Daisy wrapped her whole hand around Jack’s pinky finger. ‘I think she likes me!’ he said, looking excitedly at you and Aaron.

Jack’s eyes moved down to your hand before looking back at his dad. ‘Did she say yes, dad?’

‘Yeah, buddy, she said yes,’ Aaron said, laughing as he took your hand in his and traced his finger along the ring that had sat on your finger for the last year. You were pretty sure that if you took the ring off, Aaron’s name would be etched onto your skin at this point.

The four of you spent the next couple of hours sitting on the floor in the hallway of your house, enjoying the feeling of being a whole family again.

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 17

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Joel Miller x f!reader

Tick. Tick. Tick.

You had never paid attention to the sound of the clock on the wall in Joel's kitchen. Not even for a second. Right then, it was deafening.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Joel lazily proded at some rice to the side of a his barely-touched chicken breast. Each time he brought the fork to his mouth, half the rice cascaded down like a little waterfall back onto the dish before he ate whatever was left. For the first time since you'd known each other, you didn't know what to say; and it appeared as though Joel didn't feel like talking.

The constant ticking made you want to tear the clock off the wall. It reminded you of a bomb with its menacing, repetitive clicks.

"Joel, I'm really sorry about what happened to Ronnie," you told him. "And your bike."

He cut off a corner of the chicken and forked the bite into his mouth with a little thank-you nod.

"They're going to arrest him," you went on. "They have to."

"We'll see about that," Joel said dryly. He rose from where he was seated and wandered to the far side of the kitchen where the refrigerator sat encased in darkness.

Light pooled out onto the floor when Joel opened it up to retrieve a beer. He popped the top, using the top of the counter and a little slam of his hand before tossing the cap into the sink.

"They haven't found him yet." The light from the refrigerator that highlighted where Joel stood slowly crept back into hiding as the door closed shut and all you could really see was his silhouette as he lifted the bottle to his lips.

"They will." Your phone went off and it was another random number that 'just wanted to say hi'. You blocked it.

"Another one," Joel suspected, taking his time to rejoin you at the table.

"Yeah." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I just keep forwarding the numbers to Officer Tate."

"She's the only one on that force with a brain." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he placed the beer down beside the cold dish.

"She was really helpful." You sawed into the last bit of your chicken and let out a little sigh.

The ticking returned to the foreground as you sat there together in silence. You looked around to every stray corner of the room and did a double take when you spotted two stray pumpkin seeds near the mat at the back door that had managed to survive the cleanup.

Your chest felt heavy. The night before had been so carefree and light. It was a night you would live a thousand times over if you could. It's funny how drastically the mood can change in twenty-four hours.

"I think you should keep away from me for awhile," Joel said to break the silence. "Until this blows over."

You switched your gaze back to him across the table. "That's really what you want?"

Joel glanced up from where he stared down at his hands folded in his lap. He looked you in the eye. "It's not about what I want. It's about what's smart.. and safe."

"Well, I guess I'll have to play dumb then."

"This is serious."

"Yes, *this* is serious." You motioned back and forth between the two of you.

"You know what I mean." He looked at you more sternly.

"Why do you constantly insist on doing this alone, Joel?"

"Because everyone who associates with me gets hurt." Joel raised his voice just a little. "You. Ronnie." He extended an arm out to the side.

"I'm not hurt." You shook your head.

"Not physically," he added. "Not yet."

Your phone went off again and you rolled your eyes and slammed it upside down on the table.

Joel's eyes glanced at the device and then back to you. "See what I mean?"

"Okay, so I'll just go home and deal with all of this by myself in my room."

"At least you'll be safe there."

"Will I?" You were borderline shouting now. "Will I, Joel? Because last I checked that flyer was in my home mailbox. It was also at my work. If they want to do something to me, they can whether I'm there or here."

"They'll leave you alone if you're not with me."

"You don't know that!"

A loud crash made you jump out of your seat and you rushed to Joel's side as he did the same and pulled you against him. He then positioned his body in front of yours.

"What the fuck was that?" You breathed heavy and walked a step behind Joel, clutching him as you both rounded the corner into the living room.

The picture window behind the couch had been shattered. Jagged glass was scattered about the living room, and a brick wrapped in paper with words scribbled on it sat on the hardwood floor just in front of the fireplace.

A menacing, jovial voice could be heard from outside. "Jooooeeeel."

"Stay here," he shouted, retrieving one of the tools to stoke the fire with before rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.

It all happened so fast, leaving you inside to attempt to process what was happening. You decided not to listen to him and ran out onto the porch after him.

"Go inside!" Joel shouted at you this time as he took the stairs off the porch into the secluded front yard.

"Joel! Come back!" You shouted back. "Please, come back!"

His shoulders seemed to broaden as he huffed out loud, looking around the yard with the fire stoker in one hand.

"Come on!" Joel shouted. "You fucking cowards!"

"Joooeeeel," the same voice taunted from somewhere in the darkness. It sounded echoey and dreamlike, cutting his name into two syllables.

"Joel!" You shouted his name again and went to run toward him. At the same time someone emerged from the tree line wearing a pumpkin headed mask. The abrupt nature of it made you scream

At the same time two more emerged from the opposite side of the house wearing similar style masks, only one looked like an ugly green witch and another a vintage, rubber skeleton.

The two of you looked from side to side.

"Happy Halloween Jooooeeel," the pumpkin head greeted.

"Leave us alone!" You shouted. "Vic Champagne!"

All three of them erupted into a chorus of laughter.

You reached a hand into the pocket of your sweatshirt and discreetly hit the passcode on your phone before managing to blindly dial 9-1-1. You used your phone so much that you were almost certain that your fingers hit the correct places on the screen.

Without drawing attention to yourself, your thumb tapped the red button at the bottom and you kept it hidden between your hands in the front, oversized pouch.

"What you gunna do with that fire poker?" The witch asked in a muffled, male voice. He laughed right after and slowly paced his way toward Joel with almost no urgency.

Without truly knowing if the 9-1-1 operator had picked up, you just start rattling off Joel's address over and over again. It caused two of the three assailants to look in your direction.

Joel was to focused on the witch, who continued to pursue him with an eerie patience.

"Shut up!" Shouted Pumpkinhead. You knew from his voice this time that it was Vic behind that mask. Still, you didn't obey as you prayed someone was actually on the other end of the line.

Finally, you pulled the phone from your pocket and felt a small hint of relief amidst the immediate panic. The call had gone through and you brought it to your ear.

"Help! We need help at the address I gave you." You panicked, not actually knowing what their intentions were. "We have three intruders-"

The phone was knocked away from your hand by the skeleton who you hadn't seen charging at you from the right side. When you went sprawling to the ground Joel shouted out a string of profanities and ran toward you, only to be tackled from behind by the witch.

CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER 18

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[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic request:

Camila takes kid Philip to the park. Philip spends most of the time making flower charms and crowns for everyone. When he's finished, he goes back to Camila to crown her queen of all mom's.

The Queen Of All Moms

(Fic is au based).

Camila's smile complimented the sunny weather outside as she prepared lunch for the kids on a picnic blanket in the park under the shade of a tree with blooming cherry blossoms.

Since spring had finally sprung and the temperature outside was just right, she figured today would be the perfect day for a picnic with her kids.

After a frigid winter, all of them, including herself, needed some balmy, fresh air to breathe and bask in.

Using her plastic knife to spread some peanut butter evenly across the bread slice for the third PJ and J sandwich she was making, Camila heard a familiar voice call out to her in the gentle breeze.

"Mom!" The voice belonged to none other than her biological daughter.

Speaking of Luz, she, her friends, and Philip were on a pink and yellow plaid mat under a large cherry blossom tree that was just across from Camila's tree.

Piles of some of Willow's best flowers, which Hunter and Philip helped her pick today, laid flat on the group's mat.

As Luz and her friends joyfully weave flower crowns and create flower charms for each other, Philip, sitting criss-crossed with his hands resting on his lap, actively watches them.

The young boy's cheeks are rosy as his blue eyes sparkle under the dappled light cast by the towering flower tree as he delights in their floral artistry with a blossoming smile.

Camila, turning her head to face her daughter, smiled at her. "Yes, Luz?" she asked.

Luz placed her finished flower crown on Amity's head as her amazing girlfriend sat still under her. "You need help with lunch?"

Camila gives Luz a gentle head shake, putting two pieces of bread together, forming a sandwich.

"Oh, don't worry, mija, I'm fine," she told her, setting the sandwich down on a plate as she reached her hand into the picnic basket beside her and pulled out a reusable snack bag filled with freshly cut apple slices.

Camila then reached inside the basket a second time and pulled out a pair of poly gloves.

She applied them on her hands and got to work on plating the slices.

"In fact, lunch is almost ready," she said cheerfully, carefully placing five wedges on a plate and lining them up.

After Luz places a light forehead kiss on Amity's head, her face and cheeks light up from the affection.

Her facial appearance is reminiscent of a spring rose.

Luz then walks over to Philip, crouching down to his level.

"Alright, little dude," she began in a kind and caring voice, placing a hand atop the brunette's hair and rubbing it, fingers running over his scalp soothingly.

This caused the little boy to giggle.

He liked getting his scalp massaged by Luz.

"Are you ready for us to help you make a flower charm and crown of your own?" she gently asked him, turning to her friends and gesturing for them to come over.

When they do, they all gather around Philip with smiles on their faces.

Philip was so pleased to see so many people who cared about him surrounding him as he smiled and nodded. "I am!"

Luz formed a grin at that response, enjoying his enthusiasm.

"Alright, let's get started then," she said as she and her friends pulled out the supplies and materials they needed for the charm and crown.

...

"I hereby crown you the queen of all moms!"

Philip proudly proclaimed in a regal tone as he placed the flower crown that the Hexsquad had helped him craft on top of Camila's delicate head while wearing his recently made flower charm bracelet.

"For me?" Camila asked with a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand.

As her lips trembled, her eyes began to water.

The Hexsquad all smiled fondly at Camila's reaction to her brand new crown while eating their lunch on her blanket.

"Mm-hm!" he replied with a hum before continuing.

"You're the bestest mommy ever, Ms. Camila!"

Philip gave Camila a hug. "Thank you so much for taking care of me."

"Oh, mijo...," Camila whispered softly with a sweet smile, returning his hug.

"You're welcome, and thank you for the very thoughtful gift. Te amo mucho."

Philip didn't understand the last words Camila had said, but he's glad she said them.

[afwfan]

Sandra's video business is competitive, but it's also a business. She gets heaps of requests for customs that still go straight into the garbage and her email block list is pretty formidable looking accordingly. She tries generally to be not too judgemental, but what some guys want to see... Shaking her head and swearing at the sickness is an occupational hazard alas.

This request is a bit lengthy and detailed. Normally that's a warning flag, except the first line in bold at the top is "no-one gets hurt please!". Curious, she reads further.

Topless isn't an issue, Sandra has already started the list in her head of who she might use. Tattoos are highly desirable. The list just got a lot shorter. Highly skilled. Sandra isn't arrogant, but she's not falsely modest. A few other grapplers come off the list, she adds herself. And here's the kicker. This patron wants to see repeated use of arm strangles to unconsciousness, but scripted. So the slow collapse and fade and off to sleep, acted, not for real, just as real looking as possible.

Which is mostly ok by Sandra because if you get caught for real on Sandra's mats you tap out for real.

And idea forming in her head, Sandra narrows it down to two names and the call goes out. And both women say yes. There are a few hushed whispers in the corner that Sandra isn't part of, but before the camera rolls both women tell Sandra that they've got this and that the camera man is to keep her mouth shut and just film the action. The match begins and it's actually more competitive than Sandra expected. Corveen'a D1 wrestling is controlling a lot of the position today and Hinako is working hard for anything she can get.

And several times Sandra can't quite believe what she see when choke holds cinch in tighter than the belt on your waist after Christmas dinner. But after each bout of lost consciousness and the camera cuts the sleeping party is up an awake again.

But this?

Sandra is in a panic that something legitimately bad is happening here. Corveena's face is going red and puffy and this can't possibly be an act... Wait a second? Is Corveena... Smiling?

What Corveena and Hinako had been discussing earlier was the best way to apply a discrete signal. Tapping is a surrender obviously. But closed fingertips pressing into an arm or shoulder? All that means is back off a bit. Fingers spread, pinky and thumb pushing in? That means squeeze harder.

Corveena can feel the blood swirling in her head, but she's breathing deeply and she's ok, which is why she hasn't released the pressure of her pinky and thumb on Hinako's shoulder.

Match done, Sandra can't quite believe how well these two have done and the thanks is effusive.

Breathing deeply, Hinako looks Corveena up and down once more and tells herself she has to ask, so she does. After a moment's thought, Corveena says yes. She prefers guys, but she's also lived a little, and something tells her she's going to enjoy her evening.

[thatblvckboyy]

🏩💌🎀Pink isn't for boys 🍧🍥🌸

Mathew x bottom male reader

Idk if this is about cringe or wat, I just had the idea

Notes : incest, unprotected sex,creampie, bottom reader has a bit of toxic masculinity and a bit homophobic, pet names;good boy, bunny,

Ever since your dad ran away with some woman and left you and your mum it's been hard growing up with no father made you very hateful towards him and you were always bullied at school about it ;you could have had the perfect family, a good childhood and no one would ever bully you.That what you always thought.This eventually made you get ideas that if a man does certain things that his not a real man

When your mother introduced you to another man you didn't like it one a bit chase you always thought it was you and her against the world but that wasn't the idea.On top of all of that you were moving to England so that you can meet your new dad and brother.Well at least in England you won't get bullied and besides you didn't have any friends you were just a loner so it was fine with you and maybe you'll have friends.

You to the flight to England and your new dad was filthy rich he apparently owns the biggest company there.Your new dad seemed nice and you tried your best to get along with him for your mum. but his son was the one you had a problem with.His hair was pink and in your book pink is colour for girls and if anyone else uses it they gay "Mathew meet your brother" your step dad said as Mathew showed his hand for you to greet but you just have him a weird look"honey come on don't be shy you promised nme on the plane you'd be on your best behavior " mum said

"But mum his-"

"Honey we had this discussion now be nice" mum said cutting you off leaving no room for buts.

You shook his hand but it felt like utter disgust "nice to meet you bro I'm Mathew" he said with a warm smile

"I just know you two are going to get along" mum said

"Ermm.... Dad do you mind I really gotta go see a friend"Mathew said he seemed to be in a rush

"Yes I do mind mat me and your mum are going out for dinner so you have two options to stay at home with your brother or take him with you wherever you are going"

"You know what never mind I'm just gonna stay home we can just watch Netflix maybe his cool" Mathew said knowing your gonna be burden on him if you go with him

After your parents leave Mathew shows you around the house and your room,surprisingly the house is hella big but they don't have a maid just a gate man and gardener.You didn't even watch Netflix with Mathew you just didn't wanna be around his pink head.After months past you start going to a new college and you start being mean to Mathew pushing him when you pass each other on the hallway.All because you think pink isn't for boys.Mathew on the other hand fried his best to keep his cool and bare with you but he was getting fed up bit by bit.

With your parents on a 2 month business trip leaving you and Mathew alone at home he got an idea on how to put you in your place.He got in your room at night when you were on the phone "you know I've been trying my best to be a nice brother to you but you aren't making it easy" he said leaning on the door frame "I want you to tell me why exactly your so aggressive towards me" he takes a step closer towards your bed and swiftly pins you down. "Dude let me go you hoe" you tried fighting his grip but there was no way you were getting out of this

"You see this is what I mean! You aren't going anywhere until you start talking" his eyes glimmer with malice "fine you wanna know it's because of that damn pink hair you look like a homo not even a real man!!" Mathew chuckles the fact that your so hateful just because of his pink hair is just funny

"Oh I see you're one of those people with toxic masculinity and to be honest I don't give a single fuck you've been pulling my strings for too long it's time I put you in your place" just by looking at his eyes you can tell what his intentions are. He let's go of your right hand to grab something from his pocket and what exactly is it a condom. " you see this is a condom and normally i would wear one but not today"

"Now listen here we are going to have sex and I am going cum in you got it"

"Dude let me go!! Or else-"

What! You're gonna tell. Mum and dad.... You can do that later and I think when I'm done with you you won't be so bratty "

After struggling to remove your clothes while you were resisting you were now on the bed a subby moaning mess,Matthew's hands on your hips his fingers digging deep in your skin as he moves in a steady rhythm in and out of your hole. As much as you tried fighting there was no use Mayhew was stronger than you "I didn't wanna force you but you're so damn stubborn" he leaned in on your back giving it tender kisses "ahhh.... Mmmh... Mathew please" you moaned out griping the bed sheets,the air filled with pure sexual tension, the room filled with nothing but the slapping of your skin and moans

"Shh....its okay don't fight it just feel" Mathew said as he grabbed both of your arms pining them on your back"just relax.... And let it all out" he continued his rhythmic assault on your hole chasing his own pleasure enjoying the sweet solicit moans you let it's pure music to his ears, who knew someone so stubborn as you could have such pretty moans. There was no point in fighting your body already submitted to Mathew from the moment he put his dick in you slowly betraying you as your head says no

Even though you didn't wanna do this it feels so good being stretched out and submitting to a man. With one final thrust he shot his seed inside you it was warm and was pure heaven. Mathew layed on top of you grunting and catching his breath

Maybe it was time to put aside those idea and just submit to the pleasure a real man can give you even though Mathew is your stepbrother there's now going back you were sure no man could stretch you out and make you feel good as he does

[karimwillia]

Our Little Secret 🤫 Pt. 2

“It's on everybody's mind, about you and I They think so, but they don't really know”

Warnings: Teen AU

The week was turning out to be perfect. The pair quickly got into a routine. AZ’s alarm is smooth jazz that gently wakes them at 5:30am. From there they both get up to do some working out. Ri used the time to get film because AZ already had the home gym area equipped with a trampoline, and tumbling mats for Ri to do her cheer stunts on. AZ is a martial artist so she uses the time to get into shape. She is a 2nd Degree Black belt in Taekwondo, and lower ranking belts in Judo and Ju-Jitsu. AZ has competed in a few international competitions and won. She is also internationally ranked. All things no one knows at school. After workouts they shower and find clothes to match each other somehow. They do something for the day normally with friends, they then come home help cook, watch a movie and settle in for the night. The domestic life suits them; they can hug, touch, kiss, and cuddle with no limit. It's heaven.

A smooth jazz version of ICU is playing. AZ stirs awake with Ri in her arms not wanting to move “Baby come on time for workouts.” Ri scrunches her face with a whine. “Mmm not today let’s stay in bed.” AZ chuckles. “Why Baby you never want to stay in bed?” Ri finds AZ’s lips with her eyes closed pecking them. “I know but it’s day three and I just want to make this the longest week ever. If we never get it up, we will have a longer day.” “Baby that is not how that works but I will stay in bed with you. I like it here.” Ri licks her tongue along AZ’s jaw. “It is how it works.” AZ bites Ri’s cheek with no teeth in return. “You just licked me so you could be right. That’s not fair. If we never get up I won’t have to take you on the date I have planned.” Ri pops her head up and grins. “A date!? Oh yes please I want to have you on my arm so bad. Where are we going!? I don’t need anyone…” AZ cuts Ri off with a kiss to calm her. “Baby we are heading out of town for the day. Michigan City is about an hour away. They have a small zoo and some art galleries. We can make a day trip and no one will be there. Pack a bag.”

The girls pack and AZ gets behind the wheel to head out. “AZ Auntie is calling.” “Thank you Griot answer.” Holding hands over the armrest both girls smile as Okoye’s voice fills the car over the speakers. “Ahhh you two did not make this bed before you left. We have not hired the maid yet and Shuri Azari, you know better.” Both of them wince at the tone of Auntie’s voice. The girls have basically been living in AZ’s room like a small apartment so they have been lacking in the tidying up department. They will have to find a better cleaning routine. Okoye was not pleased at all by the unmade bed and blankets all over the couch. “Auntie, we are so so sorry. AZ and I were just in a rush. I wanted to spend this time with her, but I will personally clean the room top to bottom when we get back.” Ri always had a way with words that always made people forget what they were angry with her about. Okoye sighed knowing that this time is precious for them but still they have to do better. “Ahhh ok but as soon as you step foot in this house you will clean. As a matter of fact it will be Azari who does it. Be safe my iintsana.” With no verbal protest AZ shakes her head in disbelief how is it all on her?

The phone hangs up and the music starts up once more. SZA’s Snooze is playing over the speaker and AZ brings Ri’s hand to her mouth to kiss it. “You would be one hell of a lawyer, how did you sway her to give me the punishment? Also you smell like me.” Ri smiles warmly with no teeth. “I may have sprayed your cologne. I love to have it on me. But I don’t know how I just appealed to her nature. Auntie knows we don’t get the same freedom to date so I just made her feel bad.” Ri and AZ start to laugh. “Oh that is so wrong but soon no one will have a say in your life my Love. You will be 18 with money and a place to stay. We can love and live all we want then.” Ri huffs she hates this topic because while she understands the logic she wants to defy the logic. “AZ please I don’t care about being 18 if they kick me out they kick me out. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you. It hurts to act as if I don’t know you are at school or on the street. It hurts that I have to fear someone “outing me” to people who barely know me, let alone care for me. In order to be with you.” Tears start to well in her eyes. This has always been a conversation but AZ honestly does not want to convince her to wait anymore either.

The logic has been wearing thin over the past few months for AZ as well. She has only been trying to stick with her same song and dance to hide her true feelings. Losing T’Challa left her reeling and not having the ONE person she wanted by her side tore her apart. The emotions of grief were hard enough so the emotions of missing her girlfriend had to take a back seat. This has been causing her to resent everyone, especially Ri’s parents. In the moment of seeing her Love cry AZ could not hold back anymore. Pulling over into a rest stop AZ gets out of the car and walks over to Ri’s side with no words spoken. She just simply opens the door and pulls her girlfriend firmly into a hug. One they both needed. “If you no longer want to hide then we do not have to. I long to love you out loud so much Ri so whatever you want to do we will do it. I just need a few weeks to figure out how to protect your share of the company and money.” Ri cry’s softly into AZ's chest. “Baby I want to come out to my family, nothing crazy and I want to have pictures of us on social media.” She laughs at how almost silly it sounds. AZ cups her face kissing her sweetly. “We can do that in two weeks. Give me two weeks. I will post you every hour.” They dry their tears and continue to Michigan City.

The date was amazing. AZ arranged for them to have a pottery class, dinner and a walk along the lake at Washington Park. They held hands and kissed so many times Ri’s lips were numb. On the beach cuddled up they got a little more hot kissing a little longer than normal. It was getting dark so they thought it was fine only a few people walked by. Unknown to them Viv AZ’s arch nemesis and Ri’s frenemy was recording a live. All hell was about the break loose.

“Hey all out in boring ass Michigan City my family forced me out here to spend the evening. People are so gross it’s a couple out here kissing let’s get a look. Oh oop…is that who I think it is. A FREAK and Rihanna Williams out here kissing oh wow!!!” Viv zooms in, getting a clear view of them to the point they cannot deny it’s them. AZ and Ri both get a call at that same moment. It is Miles and MJ respectively. They are warning them in shock AZ calmly gets up and walks over to Viv who she sees maybe 20 yards away now that she is paying attention. AZ walks up and with no hesitation grabs the phone and shuts off the live.

Viv scrams. “You weirdo give me my phone! I will press charges for property damage if you break it!” AZ has a look of pure hate for Viv in her eyes. “No…” Rihanna speaks over AZ stopping the entire confrontation. “Vivian Greene you clout chasing bitch. She didn’t break it nor will she. You are weird for filming people without permission. That’s a criminal offense but we all know you are not new to being in trouble with the law.” Handing her back the phone. Ri stares at Viv with a smirk.

Notifications from everyone are going wild in Viv’s dms but the live’s recording has already been wiped. Viv smirks back, “Maybe so but you would never want your parents to find out about your little relationship. It’s honestly sick.” AZ steps up even though she would never use her skills to hurt someone she will use them to protect. “Vivian, you have two seconds to back away from Ri. Or I will just have to move you. The video was live so it may have already reached her parents. Just know that my lawyers will have contact with you soon about this matter.”

Viv glared at AZ and backed up seeing how muscular AZ actually is. “I hope they disown you for good Ri. You could have had any boy in the school but you wanted this thing!” AZ’s face is stern; she is ready to drop Viv if she takes one step. “Viv you’re just mad it isn’t you I chose or do you not remember the time you tried to kiss me in 8th grade. Also where is your daughter? Or are you still going with her being your sister?”

Viv stared at Ri with a mixture of embarrassment and hatred. “So what? She may be my child but at least I’m not gay!” Riri stands there with a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh so not only being denied a kiss by me in the 8th grade but having a threesome with a girl and the boy you got pregnant by is not at least bisexual? That’s cute.” Viv backs up more. “Fine Williams you win but I also hope you are prepared for your Mommy and Daddy to be on your case.”

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi

[salty-lemon-shark-from-the-sea]

Maya and the Three/ Skele-twins (Bone & Skull) x (god/goddess of the forge reader)

(I still can't find any writing for them, so I'm taking matters into my own hands)

“Please Lord Mictlan I beg you!” Acat pleads on her knees hands together asking for a second chance from failing her mission to get Maya.

Gasps go around the room as Lord Mictlan’s face becomes displeased, growing his claw longer. Right before he could pierce her heart and she could attack the door burst open.

���Apologies my Lord for my tardiness, but I bring you the weapons you have asked for!” you call out carrying a heavy golden trunk with a skull lock on it. “Ah, (Reader) your just in time!” Mictlan shouts before getting back to business.

“What's going on? Where’s Maya?” you ask placing the box down not picking up the tension in the air as you wipe your sweat. Looking around you see everyone with worried looks as Mictlan’s nail digs slightly deeper on Acat’s chest.

“Now wait a minute,” you say stepping towards the two. “Why waste a good helper?” you ask looking the girl up and down sizing her up. “She has failed her mission and is now begging for a second chance,” Lord Mictlan explains moving his nail under her chin.

“You any good at fighting girl?” you inquire. “Y-yes?” Acat answers distressed and surprised by what's going on. “Great! Then let me take her and have her test my weapons and armor!” you exclaim smiling. Picking her off the ground and putting her back on her feet dusting off her shoulders.

“Why?” Lord Mictlan growls mad that he doesn't get to kill. “Tragic really, my mortal slave died when I was testing one of your weapons my Lord, and I wish for a new one,” you explain in a sad tone. “Come on, she might die in the testing process anyway, just she’ll have to suffer longer,” you push.

“Hmm, well alright, just for you amigo(a),” Mictlan says. “Exellent, then let me show you your new weapons and I shall go back to the forge to make you more my Lord,” you say walking over and opening the chest with a key revealing three jade swords with jagged edges that could cut rock.

“You never cease to amaze me (Reader),” he exclaims chuckling darkly as he picks one up. “If this pleases you then I shall be on my way,” you say throwing Acat over your shoulder as you head back to your home. A bony hand reaching out for yours but missing.

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“Put me down!” Acat orders once you're both out of earshot and walk on the path to the Forge. “Bossy for someone who just got saved,” you comment placing her down. “Why’d you do it?” she ask keeping pace with you.

“What do you mean?” you question walking through a lava puddle. “Why did you save me and not leave me to die?” Acat clarifies avoiding puddles. “Oh, cause I need a new dummy to test my weapons and armor,” you answer wanting to conversation to end as you open the Forge’s giant stone doors.

The main room had mini ponds with lava pouring from holes in the wall. Small curved windows go around the top of the Forge. Baskets of different minerals, metals, and jewels adorn the wall. A giant anvil in the center with carvings on the sides. A shelf full of different hammers and tools. Chest in any open corner of the room filled with what could only be weapons and jewelry.

To the side laid a red door with a decorative arch over it. “That's my room,” you point. “You may not enter it unless I am in there or it's truly an emergency,” you say walking over to a set of doors on the opposite side. The doors were purple with a less derivative arch as yours. “Here is the guest room since you are a goddess you may stay here; I'm sure the two won't care,” you say opening the door.

The room had two queen beds with a closet and chest for each. One side had slightly messy purple bed covers and canopies with red pillows whereas the other one was the opposite with a more messy red bed and canopies with purple pillows. “Normally my test dummies will sleep on a mat in another room with some food and bedding, so as long you keep the room clean and don't break anything you may stay,” you say breaking the silence.

“Pick a bed and get some rest you must be tired,” you say turning to leave. “Tomorrow I will have you test out some weapons I've been working on,” you finish closing the door and getting to work on some new earrings. Tuning out the sound of Acat throwing a fit and breaking items. “Their not going to like this,” you mumble getting some gold nuggets and dipping your hand in a lava pool before going to a stone table to work.

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The night was creeping into the Underworld. In the Lord Mictlan temple, other gods and goddesses were leaving for their own temples to rest and get ready for tomorrow. Quickly two skeletons dash through the path to the Forge, avoiding puddles and jumping to the side of the building, going through a window into a room with a purple door.

Different blankets and pillows laid on the floor mostly ripped up. The closet was wide open with random items of clothing thrown about. “*gasp* What happened sister?” Bone asks sliding down the wall, her sister joining her on the ground.

“Who’s there?!” Acat calls forming her tattoos into swords. “We could ask you the same!” Skull shouts back both sisters grabbing their swords. Running forward ganging up on Acta and knocking her back into the wall.

“Why are you in our room?” Skull ask pointing her sword under Acat's chin. “What cat got your tongue?” Bone adds causing both of the sisters to laugh. “This isn't your room. (Reader) gave it to me,” Acat answers slashing both of the sisters back. “Psh, yeah, and why would they do that?” Bone ask. “Because I'm a goddess to them,” Acat says pushing their buttons.

Charging forward the sisters jump apart going on both sides of Acat trying to slash her. Try her best to block herself Acat then uses her ink to make wings appear pushing both the twins back.

“How long do you really think you'll last?” Skull inquiries bouncing back up. “What are you asking, skinny?” Acat hisses lunching forward and slicing at the two with her snake swords. “Acat the goddess of tattoos, is not wanted in the underworld unless she's being used for someone’s gain,” Skull says faking sadness as she jumps out of the way. “But not needed in the human world, and the only one who loved her,” Bone adds cutting Acat’s leg.

”Doesn’t even want you over a half breed!” they both shout knocking her snake swords away. “Edmit it Acat, (Reader) is only doing this cause they pity you,” one of the sisters says. “Shut up!” Acat shouts frustrated by all of the down talk. Lunging forward she lunches daggers at both of them tearing a large hole in Bone’s shirt and knocking Skull’s earring off.

“Why you!” Bone shouts rushing forward before getting pick up from the back. “Hey out me down I was about to slash her!” she groans still trying to swing at Acat. “I would prefer you don't kill my helper on the first night,” you say.

“Why is she in our room?” Skull asks venom dripping from her voice. “I couldn't have her sleep on a thin mat like my other helpers,” you explain. “Well we can,” Bone adds. “*sign* Moving on, why is the room such a mess?” you ask placing Bone down and raising a brow at Acat who looks away.

”They attacked your Highness,” Acat answered pointing a finger at the two small goddesses now fighting for the earring behind you. Grabbing the earring yourself you stand back up ignoring the protest. “Why would you destroy your old room?” you ask them. “She destroyed it first!” Skull shouts. “Alright alright, I don't care who did it just have it fixed 'cause you're going to have to stay in the servant's quarters,” you warm Acat heading to the door.

“There's bandages in one of the chests if you didn't already destroy it,” you say jokingly before heading out the door. “Good night Acat!” you call out. “Good night (Reader),” Acat answers smirking at the two sisters jumping onto one of the beds. Grabbing her sword Bone gets ready to ponce on the smug goddess. “Come on,” you say grabbing her and carrying her to your own room Skull at your heel.

“I don't like her,” Bone hisses as you place her on the bed. “Why?” you ask examining her torn shirt for any sigh of harm. “She too smug and spoiled,” Skull adds leaning on your back. “So like you two?” you ask smiling at their brief shocked expressions.

Heading to your closet you grab a random shirt you had left over. “Here, for the night so you're not sleeping in torn clothes,” you offer the shirt to Bone. Taking it she jumps over to the corner with a curtain to change. Kneeling down you reach in your pocket and hand Skull her earring while taking her hat and kissing her forehead.

“Don’t steal from me mi amor,” you say dumping the hat to reveal some rings you made for Lady Miche. Placing the hat on a hook you take off your apron and boots before falling back on the bed. Placing her weapons and sash in a chest, Skull joins you lying down and staring at the ceiling.

“I say we throw her in a lava pool,” she says messing with her hair. “For Mictlan’s sake what is up with you two and hating her,” you groan sitting up, Skull taking the opportunity to occupy your lap. “Despise would be a better word,” Bone corrects placing her weapons, sash, and torn shirt in a chest and hanging her hat before shortly joining your side.

“Fine,” you sigh. “Why do you despise her so much?” you ask rubbing Bone’s back. “I don't know,” they both answer trying to distract themselves. “You aren't jealous of her are you?” you ask jokingly. “No!” They both shout Skull hitting you with a pillow and Bone gabbing your side.

“Ow! Okay okay, if that's what you want me to believe,” you laugh and fall back taking them both down with you, causing all of you to go into a small laughing fit. “Alright if you don't want to tell me fine, but don't kill her,” you order snapping your fingers as the lava starts to cool causing the lights to dim.

“No promises,” Skulls says. “At least let her last a week,” you say thinking back to your last helper. The twins can get easily jealous if someone who has your attention for too long, and let's say humans are weak and need a lot of help. “Fine, for you mi amor,” Skull complies kissing your cheek before curling into your side to go to sleep.

“Bone?” you ask. “Alright, a week, but if she gets too cocky I won't promise anything,” she warns pointing a finger at you. “I can work with that,” you say kissing her forehead. “Goodnight (Reader),” she says kissing you back before curling into your other side.

“Good night you two,” you say starting to booze off yourself hearing a faint good night from Skull. This is going to be a long week.

(Not my best, but there like no Maya and the three x reader works beside Zatz. So here's my tribute to the manipulative Skele-twins)

[fiestylilmetalbendingqueen]

Oops, I was 100% gonna make Aryadne/Egwene hcs and storyline in this modern au but then Perrin snuck in and stole my heart so here we are im putting it under read more for those that want to scroll by:

In this modern au, how I approach the dragon reborn is that Moiraine is looking for a CEO for Damodred Company (what they do we will not discuss lmaoo, its barely a plot point anyway.) And though Aryadne is right there, wanted this position for years, Moiraine goes "I'm bringing the top 5 students (because yes this is college kids)" and Aryadne is offended.

Aryadne has an off and on friends with benefits relationship with Dain Bornhald, who is falling for her but she feels no emotional connection for that man. Sorry to that man lmaooo but we don't care for him.

And when Aryadne and Berden (btw he didn't want the CEO position, actually doesn't care for it all) meet the five (Mat, Egwene, Rand, Nynaeve, and Perrin). And that meet-up is Perrin heart eyes for Aryadne (intrigued being less dramatic) and Aryadne being interested in Egwene (doesn't this scenario sound familiar).

Aryadne feels betrayed by her cousin/best friend, Elayne, and twin brother, Berden, getting along with the Five just fine and slowly, grudgingly does to (Mat is such an asshole when Aryadne actually holds a conversation. "Are you melting, princess? Was that a laugh?" "I can go back to ignoring you.")

Tho she and Nynaeve are arguing more than anything. She can't stand Rand ("How the hell is he one of the TOP 5!?") But he comes through Time and time again, and she sees him as kid brother by the end of it.

Egwene and Aryadne find out they're not compatible, but Aryadne is not taken it well because this is her first relationship that actually tries in, and Egwene feels bad, so they're currently awkward.

Perrin and Aryadne???? Slow very slow friends, meetings they agree with each other but Perrin quietly agrees with her (Rand and Mat gives him so much shit.) And then it's little things like "hey want to get some coffee after this?" Or "hey nice seeing outside the office and campus (cause everybody is again college kids)" and then cause I love drama, Dain and Perrin are friends and don't even realize they're talking about the same girl. Dain talking about how he's trying to get Aryadne to realize that he wants more in their relationship, and Perrin wondering if he should bother cause Aryadne can be dismissive at times even if she does talk to him more than anybody else in the 5. And the two are giving each other advice on handle the situation. And because Aryadne has made herself clear about her relationship with Dain, several times, and despite Perrin's good advice, Aryadne ends the relationship.

And with Dain's good advice, Aryadne and Perrin hits it off great 😂😂. Definitely can see Perrin and Aryadne on a date and Dain happens upon them and Perrin is introducing them and Aryadne cuts him off and is like "how do you know Dain?" And Dain delusional ass is like "You're the one that stole my girl?"

"I was never your girl-"

And Dain thinking that Perrin sabotage him to get with Aryadne, and he's like "you want to be with a mutt?"

Aryadne: wtf you call him?

Its a whole thing but if Dain thought he was ever gonna get back to Aryadne after this, lmaoo he has another thing coming. I probably shouldn't tell the entire plot of fic, but I 100% will if anybody is interested because I know my chaotic ass probably won't stay interested enough to finish it.

[wormholxtreme]

@soullesstrouble | [ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process. // kadam

The tug of war they gave each other on the mats was a game. The sun peered in through the hexagonal window like honey pouring from the comb, highlighting the ferocity in Kaylee’s clear blue eyes. An arm up and Kaylee blocked his blow. A blow perfectly targeted for Kaylee to handle but not so much she’d just shrug it off. He was toying with her. Kaylee’s feet floated from off the ground to keep the force of his blow from tipping her over as she flew back. She shook her head and smirked up at him, blonde locks falling precariously across her vision. She huffed a breath of air, pushing the strands out of her face. “You know I hate it when you hold back.” she quipped

They’d done this dance before. Adam was strong, fast, and relentless. She understood why he’d become the so-called Savior of Hala. But he had become more than that these last few weeks. Their morning routine consisted of sparing, followed by breakfast, and a walk through the city. It was funny thinking back at how she tried to blast him out of the skies. She called him sunshine once and it seemed to be his favorite thing to call her now. A nickname that would make her shake her head but smile anyway. There was something so pure that his presence gave her. Like watching the skies clear after a hurricane, he brought a sense of peace after danger. 

Despite her own pride, Kaylee could admit he was the danger. He was brilliant, powerful, and unstoppable. She was grateful their first encounter left them as friends rather than enemies and now she couldn’t imagine waking up a single day without seeing his smile greet her.

She introduced him to coffee and was worried that between the two of them they weren’t going to have enough to last her the trip. It was worth it to see him excited for their once a day trip through the city, the little coffee mug with Aragorn’s speech in his hand. Fitting she’d give him the Return of the King mug. They’d get lost in the hustle of the city together, finding their way through even the seediest parts. As beautiful as Hala was, there were still some sectors that didn’t approve of Kaylee’s illegitimate blood line, but most would give Adam one look and decide the fight wasn’t worth it.

This morning though, Kaylee was determined to win. She set her feet on the ground and her whole body glowed as she turned up the heat in her own core. Her temperature raised, the flecks of a scar tracing up her arms glinted in the glow. She normally didn’t run to her full potential, even now she could feel the heat sizzling her skin as she danced on the precipice of what she could withstand. She held her hand out in front of him and with two flicks egged him to come on.

Wicked quick movements he was on her but Kaylee had more than just newfound strength on her side. She did have some training with some of the best people in hand to hand combat. Utilizing his own speed she grabbed his waist, snaking her arms around him, she let his own weight come crashing down with a thud as she landed next to him in a 3 point stance. “Yes! Fina-AH!” Her victory cut short as he spun on his back to wrap her in his legs and flip her to the ground, seated directly on top of her. One hand pinning both of hers to the ground above her head.

Her breath caught in her chest, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. A slight pant as the whole world caught up with her and the moment of shock dissipated. Fuck. He got her again.

Kaylee looked up at him, eyes peering into his own. Something swirled under the depths of his ocean-blue eyes. Something primal, cosmic. She couldn’t place it but she felt her heart skip a beat. Kaylee gulped, taking in a deep breath to steady the buzzing in her body. “Uh…you mind letting me up now?”

[carbo-ships]

Chapter XXX

Beginning: Chapter I Previous: Chapter XXIX

When Papa awoke, he was still holding his dear angel in his arms. His eyes adjusted to the morning light trickling in through the gap in the window curtain and found that Ardis and Aether were still fast asleep beside him. She looked so cute in her baggy pajamas, he thought to himself. Her back rose and fell softly against his chest. It made him smile. Papa adjusted his arm to hold her closer, his hand gently grazing the bare skin of her stomach under her shirt. Ardis suddenly gasped and flinched, jolted from her sleep, and Papa immediately released her. "Oh, goodness, I'm– I'm sorry, Ardis, I didn't– You know I would never try to–"

Aether let out a little grunt, the sudden movement having awoken him. 

"N-No, no, it's okay!" Ardis quickly stuttered out. "It, um, it just–"

"What's going on?" Aether mumbled. The ghoul was still half-asleep as he slightly raised his head from the pillow he and Ardis shared.

"It just tickled, that's all," she insisted. Papa couldn’t see her face, but it was clear she was a bit embarrassed to admit it. "Really, it's alright. Sorry for spooking you."

"Oh, thank goodness," Papa sighed in relief, letting himself relax again. He then paused. "You're ticklish?"

There was a brief bout of silence. "Well, I– I mean, just a little."

"A little?" he repeated with a chuckle. "Dove, I hardly touched you."

"Let me see..." Aether moved one hand to gently brush against her side, and she immediately squirmed. He laughed gently, his voice still thick with sleep. "Oh, I'm going to have fun with this." Before she could protest, he started tickling her side in earnest. She tried to stifle her giggles as she fruitlessly attempted to escape his grip, not wanting to wake up anyone else on the bus.

"Aether, cut it out!" she whispered as she pushed against this chest, although she was smiling from ear to ear.

His other arm only held her closer. "Why should I? You're so cute like this."

Papa swatted the offending hand away and pulled Ardis back into his arms to rescue her. "Go easy on the poor girl," he huffed. Ardis rolled over to face Papa, hugging him close and hiding her blushing face in his neck. "Yes, tesorina, let me protect you from that mean old ghoul," Papa chuckled, kissing her forehead. The two men glared at each other playfully over her head.

"When's the load-in for tonight's show?" Ardis asked Papa when she looked up at him again.

"No show tonight," he answered. He let his hand pet her hair comfortingly. "Just traveling. We can have a bit of a lie-in, if you'd like. Stay cuddled up for a while."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, yes please," she said.

"Good. I need to use the restroom quickly, then I'll come back and join you." Papa released Ardis and climbed out of bed, then leaned back with a grunt to stretch out his spine. "Chilly this morning, isn't it? Aether, keep her warm while I’m gone. And I mean it, go easy on the girl. No tickling the poor thing."

"Alright, alright," Aether sighed. As soon as Papa left the room and closed the door behind him, Aether rolled over to pull Ardis on top of him. "I thought he was never going to leave," Aether joked. It was the first time they’d truly been alone since the previous morning, and he was determined to savor the fleeting moments.

She snuggled into him, practically purring. The ghoul was like her own personal furnace. She barely needed the blankets to chase away the brisk morning air. "This is so nice. You have no idea how much I’m enjoying this," she admitted. When she bashfully looked up at him, she couldn't help but laugh.

"What?"

"Your hair is a mess," Ardis laughed, gazing at him adoringly with a bit of amusement.

Aether sighed. "I'm thinking about shaving it all off. The back keeps getting matted down under my helmet when I'm on stage." It hadn’t been as much of a problem with his old mask, but the new helmets had proved troublesome – especially given the sweat he worked up under the new uniform’s extra layers.

Ardis looked absolutely destroyed. "What? No!"

"Or not!" he amended quickly. Aether was taken aback. He hadn't been expecting a reaction like that. "What's wrong? Do you... really like my hair that much?"

She quickly collected herself. "I'm– I'm sorry. It's your hair, and you can do whatever you want with it, but... Yeah. I really like it."

"I didn't realize you had such strong opinions about it! Any opinions about it, even!"

She reached out to run her fingers through it, savoring the feeling. "It's so thick and soft, and it has that gentle wave, and it frames your face so nicely, and this one little bit always falls in front so handsomely..." She had that dreamy look in her eyes again.

Aether raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "You're blushing."

That only made her cheeks darker. She quickly retracted her hand. "I just... I would be sad to see it go, that's all."

"How about this," Aether proposed. "I'll have Swiss take the back and sides down, but I'll leave this mess up top for you."

"And you'll keep your beard?" she asked hopefully.

A sympathetic smile tugged at his lips. "Of course I'm keeping my beard. I know how much you love it." She still seemed nervous. "What?"

Ardis couldn't look at him. She was clearly already mortified by what she was trying to say. "I..." Her voice was barely a squeak. "If you shorten the back, I... I won't know what to do with my hands when we..."

Aether was confused. "When we... what?" he prompted her to finish.

She glanced up at him again timidly, her cheeks flushing further. "Y'know..."

A moment later, he let out a little chuckle. "What, when we– when we kiss?"

Ardis gave him a little nod, averting her eyes again.

The ghoul burst out laughing. Yes, now that he thought about it, he seemed to remember her hands planted firmly at the nape of his neck the other night, fingers woven into the thick tufts. "Oh, cara..." He rubbed her back comfortingly. "If that's the case, we'll just have to practice more, hmm? I’m a very eager teacher."

Before Ardis could come up with a dignified response, as if on cue, the bedroom door opened to reveal Papa. The man rolled his eyes when he saw Ardis lying on Aether's chest. "I leave for three minutes, and you try to take her all for yourself," Papa huffed, shutting the door behind him. He crawled back into bed and opened his arms. "Give her here. She's just as much mine as she is yours."

"Oh, I beg to differ," Aether said playfully, not budging. Ardis giggled as the ghoul only squeezed her tighter.

"You may be her boyfriend, but I'm her papa. Dammela. Non te lo chiederò più. I'm too old to be fighting over this girl like she's a toy." Papa motioned for her again, insisting that Aether let him hold her. Aether sighed and relented, releasing Ardis to let her lie between them. “Much better.” The three of them made themselves comfortable again. The men secured her in their arms, making sure she was warm and comfortable.

"Thank you for this, Papa," Ardis said.

"Of course, dolcezza," Papa cooed. "Was Aether on his best behavior?"

"Yes, he kept me nice and warm,” she assured him, closing her eyes and snuggling into them. When Papa leaned close to press a kiss to the back of her neck, she giggled for the upmteenth time that morning.

"Oh, what’s so funny now?” Papa asked with a chuckle. “You’re awfully giggly this morning.”

"You have stubble!" she answered simply, her voice radiating pure delight.

"Yes,” he confirmed, “I haven't shaved yet this morning. I hope it isn't too scratchy.”

"No, I like it, I like it!" the young woman insisted, not wanting him to withhold any of his affection.

Aether laughed. “Do angels not have beards? You act like you’ve never seen one before.”

She became a bit shy. "They do, it's just– Well, the men up there aren't exactly touchy-feely."

"Ah, I don't imagine you'd find yourself in this position back home, eh?” Papa chuckled, tightening his hold on her. “Wedged between two men?”

“Oh, if your superiors could see you now!" Aether chimed in.

“I– It’s not that I’m not allowed to,” she explained bashfully, “it’s just, well, a cultural difference, I suppose. I can’t even imagine a situation where I’d feel a man’s beard.”

“I see,” Papa tutted. “It's not so much that I'm prickly, as it is that you're close enough to me to tell, is that right?"

She thought for a moment. “I suppose so. But all that aside, you can hardly blame me for getting a bit giddy when you’re this affectionate. You know how much I admire you.”

He smiled genuinely. “Careful, lamb. You’ll make Aether jealous."

"Yes, we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Aether chuckled. "She couldn't possibly have anything to gain from having me fight for her attention."

“Now, rest,” Papa insisted. “It’s a long tour. We need to take any moment we can.”

Ardis agreed, letting her eyes close again with a pleased sigh. "I love you, Papa," she yawned.

"I love you too, dove," he said sleepily. Her yawn was infectious.

"And I love you, Aether."

"I love you, too."

Next: Chapter XXXI

[enbycrip]

The focus on medicalisation in a lot of the trans community really gets to me.

I’m nonbinary. My transition is complex.

Yup, in a better world, I would probably like to try microdosing T to get a more androgynous appearance.

But that world would need to be better in so many ways.

It would need to be a world where I’m not basically untreated and unmanaged for my hEDS, POTS, ADHD and various conditions related to my Fragile X Premutation, tbh.

I get a high dosage of Venlafaxine for MDD and GAD and have been stable on it for a decade, though I actually suspect a substantial part of the reason it helped me when none of the SSRIs did was that it turns out that it’s a second-line treatment for ADHD (and that took a lot of trawling through medical journals to find out) *and* that it’s not prescribed very frequently because it raises blood pressure.

For the hEDS and POTS, I get 8/500 and 30/500 cocodamol. I *very* occasionally get diazepam for dislocations, which I hoard like a fucking squirrel for the times of muscle spasms when I can’t sleep otherwise.

I have FXS-Premutation-related premature ovarian insufficiency and was judged to be broadly in menopause a decade ago. They gave me oestrogen HRT. It fucks me up *horrendously*.

I now have a progesterone IUD and use an intermittent oestrogen gel in *tiny* amounts, and tbh I only really use it when I get vaginal dryness because any other time I use it it fucks me up *enormously*, and I’m already fucked up enough either way chronic fatigue, chronic pain, chronic and continual injuries and dislocations, all of which oestrogen makes continuously worse.

I requested additions of T to my HRT to see if that helps with the situation *repeatedly* and I’ve been consistently refused, and then discharged from that service.

I’ve had *one* GP that uses my correct they/them pronouns out of about six. I discussed referral to a gender service with her, but she went off on mat leave just before the first COVID lockdown and my GP has been in crisis mode ever since. I’ve had about three phone appointments since and never been in the building.

On top of that I have an ADHD diagnosis from a decade ago but didn’t go on meds at that point because I was doing IVF at the time (stopped that after miscarriages about 8 years ago because each miscarriage took function I’ve never regained and I don’t think I’m now physically capable of a pregnancy that would leave me capable of the kind of parenting I want to do, and my OH agrees) and apparently need a rediagnosis before I can access meds because “it’s been too long now”. I’ve been on the waiting list for an ADHD re diagnosis and a formal adult autism diagnosis (not just a bunch of psychiatrists going “fuck yes you *are*!) for two years now.

So yeah. I am “medically complex” AKA I’m living in the centre of a web of medical failures because everything I need treated for needs a holistic assessment and understanding of how they all accept each other, and not one medic seems willing to even try that.

I’ve now had a diagnosis of C-PTSD from all the medical trauma I’ve dealt with that means that, tbh, going to the dentist is now really complex for me. And every time I venture to connect with the medical system to try to get something dealt with, I end up so continuously retraumatised that it *really* affects my daily functioning.

I am *very* autistic, though I can mask very well for short periods. I end up with *severe* suicidal ideation, urges to self-harm by beating myself, cutting myself, banging my head off walls, scratching, biting myself. I end up completely unable to sleep; I get severe traumatic flashbacks; I get anhedonia; I get my “absolute blackness” periods where there is nothing good of any kind anywhere. I lose my ability to get up, to care for myself and my animals as much as I do.

It, very understandably, *terrifies* my OH and my parents. It completely destroys my ability to engage with my academic work.

…

Wow. Reading this, I…

…I am so often utterly dismissed as a “high-functioning” autistic because I’m primarily verbal, I can write well and fluently; I have a couple of degrees and I’ve held several jobs.

It’s helpful to see the flip side of that and how it intersects with my CPTSD written down.

It’s really helpful.

…

The thing is that there are a *lot* of trans binary and nonbinary folk like me out there.

A lot of us are autistic.

A lot of us are complex medically.

This isn’t a unique story. Not at all.

(Image description: the trans, intersex, nonbinary, more color more pride, genderqueer, queer chevron, asexual, aromantic, agender, and androgyne pride flags with a black box in the center, white text inside the box reads "liberation not medicalization".)