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Peaches & Patience

18+ Minors be gone ❤️

Jasper Hale x Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, patronization (in a hot way, at least for me), pushing but not breaking of boundaries.

I wake up blinking sleep from my eyes. I freeze my body, a cold heavy weight against my back. I relax as quickly as I panicked. I grin and roll over. “You stayed! I said you didn’t have to,” I greet the tall blonde who is taking up about 85% of my full size bed. “I said I wasn’t leaving you darlin,” His southern drawl is thick. God! He was a sleepless ageless vampire he should not have a morning voice let alone one that hot. “Still it’s nice of you.” I’m blushing heavily.

He chuckles deeply, pulling me into a gentle kiss. “I’m taking you somewhere, how fast can you be ready?” For him? Five seconds flat. “Hmm, thirty minutes if it’s casual and only if you stop me from switching outfits twice,” I tell him as we both know my indecisive nature. “Sounds like a deal sugar, your showers’ already running.” God he was perfect. “Thank you!” I give him a peck on the cheek before running off to take one of the most rushed showers known to man. I shave so quickly it’s a miracle I don’t skin myself.

I exit the steaming hot bathroom with my hair fixed, wrapped in a towel. Jasper had seen me looking much worse but I refused to walk out looking like a drowned rat. Strong stone cold arms wrap around my waist as I stand in front of my closet contemplating my outfit. He peppers kisses along my jawline before whispering oh so sweetly in my ear “You’re at the 45-minute mark, much longer and I'm dragging you out naked.” That's not the worst thing I can think of. “You pick then” I motion to the closet.

He picked very well, the green sundress fits perfectly. I climb in the car and Jasper hands me a warm butter croissant. I had learned not to question the magical vampire speed so I just accept the croissant happily. “Are you just not telling me where you’re taking me?” I question him between bites of buttery goodness. “You’ve got the right idea Darlin, don't worry your pretty little head about it.” He squeezes my thigh posessively to punctuate the sentence. To outsiders, it sounded patronizing but to me it was sweet. He was giving me the option to relax instead of overthink what was to come. Overthinking being something that I did often.

The scenery is picturesque as we drive out of forks usual rain into sunshine and fields. We approach rows and rows of trees. Jasper pulls off the road parking. I look at him quizzically. “You’ll see in a minute Sugar, you’ve just got to be patient.He reassures me, stepping out of the truck before walking to open my door and setting me down outside. He lifts me like I'm weightless. We walk hand in hand approaching the trees until I stop in my tracks gasping happily.

“Peaches!” I grin excitedly. “Took you long enough little one,” Jasper chuckles. “Jas peaches do not grow in Washington how-?” He grins “I knew a guy who knew a guy and here we are.” This beautiful gorgeous man had searched for Lord knows how long to find an orchard of my fruit. Most likely the only peach orchard in Washington. I tear up a bit and throw my arms around him. “Thanks, Jaz that's so sweet” He squeezes me tightly. “Anything for you babydoll”

I let go of his embrace and spin around in circles giggling madly. Jas produces baskets from the truck and carries me on his shoulders so I actually have a chance of reaching the fruit. I savor every moment. Each fuzzy peach smells more sweet and delicious than the last. He sets me down in the sun-speckled field. “Are you gonna try one?” I sort through the basket pulling out the ripest one. I sink my teeth into the sweet fruit the delicious flavor exploding on my tongue.

I groan happily as the sweet sticky juice dribbles down my chin onto my neck and chest. Jasper looks at me with an intensity that makes me blush. “Such a sweet messy lil thing” Those words do things to me I am not prepared for. He pulls me into a deep hungry kiss, his tongue demanding and receiving entrance to my mouth. I whimper softly as he takes the time to taste every inch of my mouth. He has me in his arms, my legs straddling his waist faster than I can process.

He presses my back against the bark of a tree but I hardly feel it as he claims my mouth. I can hardly breathe when he pulls away. He places soft yet hungry kisses along my neck that makes my sensitive skin sing with pleasure. I'm a goner, I feel my panties growing wet as he nibbles and sucks at my pulse point. “Jas,” I moan softly. “Good Girl, make those pretty noises for me darlin.” I'm a damned puddle; absolutely melted in more ways than one.

I gasp out loud as Jasper licks a bold stripe down my chest. He pushes the straps of my dress down slowly, leaving room for me to protest. I don't and he trails hickeys down my chest. I grip his hair tightly. “Jas! I-” “Shh Darlin I know, I can smell how wet you are, can almost taste ya, sweetheart.” He grins against my chest no doubt able to tell that turned me on even more. I mewl his name when his mouth wraps around my nipple teasing the sensitive spot suckling and swirling his tongue deliciously.

Jasper pays the other nipple the same attention sliding my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me in just my wet panties. He looks at me, his eyes dark and blown with lust. “So pretty, so sweet.” he purrs, kissing down my stomach. I’m squirming and panting with need. “Jas please!,” I beg. “Patience pretty girl soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” I shudder at the intention behind his words. He pulls down my panties revealing my glistening and swollen pussy. He lips a bold stripe down the length of my slit making me moan out loud. “Tastes so good babydoll,” He groans into my folds

I moan and whine as Jasper traces every inch of my cunt with his tongue before delving it inside me. “Oh-!” I cry out. He grips my thighs tightly pulling me closer working me up with every motion knotting my pleasure tighter and tighter. He traces his tongue around my clit and I shake violently. “Jas m’so close!” He grins against me and sucks my clit into his mouth, making me fall apart. I cum feeling like molten hot pleasure as he laps me up like the sweetest nectar.

“I try and squirm away as I grow more and more sensitive but he pulls me tight. “Not so fast Sugar we’re not done yet.” He growls, stretching me with his fingers,rubbing against my g-spot harshly. I moan and clench around his fingers feeling the pleasure spark and pulse throughout me. He presses his hand down, compressing my abdomen, making everything feel that much more intense. I wail as I feel something inside me snap and I squirt all over his hands. I gasp violently trying to catch my breath. Jasper leans over me grinning. “See pretty girl you just had to be patient.”

#jasper hale #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen #jasper hale x reader #fanfic #fem!reader #jasper hale x you #jasper hale x female reader #drabble #fluff and smut #smut #twilight smut #twilight fanfiction #twilight #twilight fandom

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Fuck it’s too early for this sin ❤️

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

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Broken Halos

An 18+ Tattoo Artist Steve story

Steve Rogers x Fem!reader 1k words

No use of y/n, the reader’s nickname is Angel.

This bit is pretty PG just a bit of language

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I fidget with my bike lock staring apprehensively at the tattoo and Piercing shop. Shield’s Tattoos and piercings was the store I had walked into on my eighteenth birthday clutching my ID and a 50 dollar bill. That’s when I met Nat. She pierced my ears and chatted with me over sodas. I came to her for the next five, filling my ears top to bottom on both sides. She had been begging me to get a tattoo but Nat wasn’t an artist and she was the only person I let stick needles in my body, well until now.

I had a meeting with Nat’s friend Steve to talk about a tattoo. He was fresh off army service give or take about a month he spent soul searching on an oil rig in the artic. Girls have gap years in Europe. I guess burly men have that. Nat had sung his praises and reassured me a million times that he was great but here I was standing outside the shop quaking like a leaf. They could probably see me so my fear of looking like an idiot outweighed my fear of strange men and prolonged exposure to needles.

The bell above the door rings as I enter. The shop smells like incense and cleaning solution, an aggressive combination that I had somehow grown to love. Nat turns the corner and hurries to wrap me in a warm hug. “God I can't believe you actually came! Your latest has healed nicely!” She refers to the small stud on my nose. I squeezed her tightly. “Yeah, the swelling went down in no time.”

“You must be Angel.” The deep voice is attached to a gorgeous statue of a man. He has baby blues that would make just about any woman North of the Mississippi weak in the knees. I blush before speaking. “It’s not my name but it's what everyone calls me. You must be Steve?” He nods and grins. That'd be me, sweetheart, wanna come back and take a look at some sketches I did?”

He escorts me to the back with a big hand resting between my shoulder blades, gently guiding me. “So I talked to Nat a bit and read the notes you sent so I did a few sketches. Some are more simple than others, just look and see what you like and I can make tweaks.” He slides a sketchbook across the table as I sit down. I flip through it gently admiring the sketches. There were flowers, books, even a bicycle but none of those caught my eye. It was the very last sketch that I knew was it.

“It’s a-“ “Seraphim” I finished, interrupting him in my excitement. “Sorry,” I apologize, embarrassed that I just blurted it out. “No no it’s okay I'm just happy you recognized what it was,” Steve reassures me. “It’s gorgeous, what placement do you think would be best?” I trace my fingers over the lines utterly in love with the image. “It’d make a pretty awesome back piece. I could really let it take up the room it deserves but it would take more than one appointment.” He says this hesitantly as if not wanting to force me into a commitment.

“I don't mind if you don't?” I tell him, seeing his face would be a bonus to go along with the tattoo. It was like a free art viewing just being in his presence. “Sounds like we've got a deal Angel.” His hand is warm when I shake it. “Clint will talk about billing later but I'm not worried about it. We can start today if you'd like? I just have to get a stencil going.” I nod happily. “That sounds good, thank you Steve.” “Anytime sweetheart”

I end up sitting/laying on the tattoo chair, my unclasped bra being the only thing reserving my dignity. Steve gently applies the stencil to my back. “Alright Angel this isn't gonna be horrible but it ain't gonna be pleasant either so let me know if you need a break. I'm sure you'll do good.” His Brooklynn accent comes out a bit thicker than usual. “Alright” I prepare myself for the buzzing and the pain but once the needle touches my skin it’s actually not the worst.

“So you from around here Sweetheart?” I laugh but try and keep it restrained because of the needle on my back. “No, I'm from a tiny town in Vermont up near Canada. I ran to New York the moment I turned 18. How about you? Brooklyn right? “Born and bred a couple blocks from here. Vermont has the leaves thing right?” I chuckle. “Yeah, leaf peeping when all the tourists come in. My Dad always hated it, he said if they were coming to see God’s handiwork they could bother to come into God’s house. He's a priest so..”

Steve sucks air in through his teeth. “I understand must've been tough with a priest as your old man.” “You could definitely say that. He was more into God’s wrath than his love and forgiveness,” My voice comes out smaller and sadder than I mean it to. Steve’s voice darkens. “I’d like to show him some of my wrath” It was aggressive but it warmed my heart. “I think I'd like to see that,” I laugh. “Just say the word doll, can’t waste all this military training just cause I'm discharged.

“Special Forces right?” I can't see but I think he nods. “105th infantry then special forces. We were up in all the Europe Russia shit before it exploded up there.” “Thank you, really” “Eh just doin my part to fix the shitty system Doll. I think we're at a good stopping point. I'll get you all cleaned up here.” He sanitizers the area again and leaves me to get dressed. I throw my top back on but before I look at the progress on my back. It's gorgeous.

When I walk out Steve is at the front desk with Clint. “Hey Angel, I see Nat finally convinced you to get tatted.” I smile. “Yep she wore me down, how are Laura and the kids?” “Good, the boys are growing like weeds. Lila's getting college mail. She’s sixteen I feel like I’ll blink and she’ll be 21” I smile sympathetically. “Well the only one that’s turning 21 is Angellll!” Kate Clint’s niece singsongs walking out from the back carrying a box of cleaning supplies.

I groan. “You guys promised not to make a big deal of it.” Steve raises an eyebrow. Nat who was sitting silently in the corner grins. “Angel likes to think that her birthday doesn’t deserve a big fuss but if it’s up to anyone at this shop it’s gonna be a big deal and it’s gonna be on Saturday.” I glare at Nat. “You said just drinks.” She walks over, putting her arm around me. “I said there’d be drinks not that’d it be just drinks” I sigh and turn to Steve. “Well then if you’d like to join the madness you’re invited” “It’s a date” he replies.

#steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #marvel #fanfic #dark!drabble #tattoo au #tattoo artist #fem!reader

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This was delicious I’m screaming

Here’s a little blurb from an unfinished western I was writing featuring Bucky❤️❤️❤️

Down By the River - B. Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Western!Au, Outlaw!bucky, the reader has a bounty on her, but they fall in love DUH, dirty sweet talk, dry humping, somno for like 2 secs, vaginal play, sweet sweet orgasms for all, INNOCENCE KINK

A/N: Figured I’d just post since it’s been a minute and it’s sitting in my notes

You awoke early, still dark outside. Listening out you could only hear the usual wind and flowing water. Steve was snoring lightly a tent away. You shifted and gasped in shock. Bucky enveloped you further, tucking his stubbled chin on the crook of your neck. His very, oh lord, hard member was plump and hot against your behind.

You shifted again, earning a soft moan. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt arousal but desperately wanted to make the big bad wolf come undone by the lamb. In a slow slide you rolled your ass against his thinly clothed cock. You were in a thin dress yourself.

He groaned again, clutching at your belly tightly. Bucky’s breathing sped up slightly but he was still out to the world. Your cheeks felt hot at the sinfulness but couldn’t find to care as you rutted harder. He let out a softer noise this time, mumbling, “Darlin’ too soon, oh god, don’ stop.”

The pair of you were rutting like dogs in the dirt now. Your breathing had reached a staccato from arousal and excitement. Bucky was whimpering— the quietest little ones but sweet as pie. He whined, “G-gonna, fuck, lamb!” He whined lowly through his nose, seed wetting both of your garments. You could feel him grinning against you now, goosebumps trailing up your spine.

“That’s a nice wake up call,” he rumbled with little kisses to your shoulder and neck. You stammered, “Ooh- I- I don’t know.” He grinned against your sensitive skin, stubble rubbing it raw. Bucky crooned into your ear, “Lemme pay you back sweetpea.”

You turned to face dark blues and a smirk.

“Jus’ keep quiet, Stevie’ll throw a fit, the old maid.” You whimpered softly as a calloused hand made its way up your thighs. You had no underwear on, the undergarments set out to be washed later. He chuckled, “Good girl.” You bit your lip when thick fingers swiped through your weeping slit.

He moaned, “Oh sweet girl, you’re all wet for me. Bet it aches, don’t it?” You nodded profusely, whining his name with need. Those thick fingers slipped deeper into your cunt, delving into your tight hole. You bit down on your knuckles at the stretch, hiding back a yelp. Bucky cooed and pressed sweet kisses to your cheek.

He murmured, “Oh you’re a tight one. We’ll get there sweetheart, lemme show ya’ something fun. Praying away those needs huh.”

You gasped and squirmed as his slickened digits settled in a vee on the apex of your pussy, sliding the swollen nub between his fingers. A jolt of white-hot sensation zipped up your spine, the cry almost not caught by Buck. “Ssssh, I know it feels good baby girl, shhh.”

He slowly worked you up into a frenzy just lazily sliding back and forth until tears pricked at your eyes. You whimpered, “James, please? I- I’m so achy.” His blues rolled back and the brunette cooed, “Oh poor baby never had her pretty kitty played with. I gotcha, don’t worry about a thing. Sweet little lamb.”

He directed his two fingers on top of your swollen bud and circled quickly. Your mouth fell open, strangled gasps and whimpers exiting. Involuntarily you hooked a thigh behind Bucky’s, spreading yourself open. The sensation was amazing, like your body was lit up all from the singing nerves between your thighs.

“Atta’ girl, you’re shaking for me. Is my pretty doll baby gonna cum for me Hm? Make me wet yeah, c’mon, I can feel you so close.” You gripped his metal hand and held tightly, convulsing around nothing, Bucky’s talking working you through this precipice. You bit into the meat of his neck when you felt like your entire body melted away.

You shook and whined, gushing on his wrist and hand. All you could do was whine his name and stutter ‘oh my, o-oh my.’ Bucky flipped you around to face him, grinning like a predator. His metal hand caressed a cheek as he kissed you gently, pulling back. He murmured, “Gorgeous angel. I oughta lap you up by the river, cumming so pretty like that.” You shyly thanked him, asking about what he meant by ‘lapping’.

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Obsessed with this analogy

I am simply not interested in taking sides when it comes to aziraphale and crowley's little cosmic divorce. this is a jane austen romance, which means that both of our romantic leads need to grow and change before they can have their happily ever after. the problem isn't that one of them is Right and the other is Wrong, the problem is that they're each prioritizing a different problem and then approaching the problem they've backburnered with a long-standing habit or belief that they need to grow out of before they can succeed.

aziraphale is correct that heaven needs fixing! we can quibble over whether accepting a job as the boss is the right way to do that, but ultimately leaving michael or whoever in charge is going to lead to armageddon 2 armageddon harder. it simply will not work. the problem is that he's fumbling the relationship with crowley because he still needs to get over the idea of there being an inherently good and bad side and he needs to stop thinking that it's crowley being a demon that's keeping them apart. it's his own black and white logic that's doing that.

meanwhile, crowley is correct that he and aziraphale need to Name The Relationship and stop fucking around, and also that heaven and hell are the same institution with different labels and it's insane to think either of them is Good. but his impulse to respond to everything by trying to grab aziraphale and run is not gonna cut it here. "you can't fix an institution from the inside" is a philosophy of dubious value if your alternative is not attempting to fix it at all. if aziraphale is being held back by his cops and robbers mentality, crowley is being held back by cynicism and fear. they both need to let go of their flawed moral philosophies and emotional bad habits if they want to keep the world safe and be together! that's the point of the story splitting them up in the first place!

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Literally the best Bella’s sister fic I've ever laid eyes on

Swan Sisters (Part 1)

Jasper Whitlock X Reader

Bella Swan and Sister!Reader focus

Request: Hello :D, I did like to make a request where Jasper's mate is Bella's older sister that lived with Charlie instead of going with her mother, so she was turned into a vampire even before Bella comes back so when she moves to Forks the reader avoids Bella for some time.

Note: I have attempted, though it definitely ran away from me! Part 2 coming soon, because I felt like it was getting too long. I really loved this request, and I hope I'm doing it justice.

Word Count: 3962

Warnings: None that I can think of! Maybe a bit jumpy, also does not really follow the book timeline, so apologies to any hardcore fans out there! There's gonna be discrepancies.

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“Bella’s gonna come live with us for a while.”

“What?”

Your head shoots up, eyes impossibly wide as you stare at Charlie, your father.

“Yup. Your mom’s hitting the road with Bill, so Bells is going to come stay here,” Charlie explains as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“His name is Phil, dad,” you snort, though you still can’t wrap your mind around the news.

“Close enough,” he grumbles as he goes back to his paper.

You let out a heavy sigh, an old habit, and wring your fingers together.

This is really not good. Really really not good.

You haven’t seen your younger sister since you were turned. It’s hard enough being around Charlie, you had to go on a month long “roadtrip” to adjust, which was actually just a month at the Cullen’s Alaskan home with Jasper. It’s easier when you’re with him, since he helps keep you in control. Everything is easier with Jasper by your side.

But you can’t have him at your side all the time here, in your home. Charlie wouldn’t like that. You cope for the most part, since you just graduated and work from home. Billy and Jake are the only ones who visit, and they don’t exactly smell all that great. Besides them, it’s still a struggle to be around other humans, and the thought that you might hurt Bella? It makes your chest hurt.

“I’m going for a run,” you mumble, throat tight, and you can’t tell if it’s thirst or anxiety. Either way, the buzzing under your skin is only getting worse the longer you do nothing.

“Take some mace with you, there’s been some weird animal activity in the woods recently,” Charlie calls as you head for the door.

“Sure thing.”

You tuck the canister of mace into your pocket despite knowing how pointless it is. You could handle anything in the woods with your bare hands, but if it helps Charlie feel at ease, you might as well.

You get a few paces from the house before you take off like a bullet. The forest whips by, blurry and focused all at once. Every deer, every squirrel, every spider, you can feel it, hear it as clearly as you can hear your feet pounding against the ground. And you can hear voices ahead of you as you near the glassy house tucked deep in the forest.

Alice must have seen you coming, because Jasper is waiting on the doorsteps, dark eyebrows set in concern, jaw tense. You come to a stuttering stop in front of him, practically falling into his arms when he opens them for you. The moment they wrap around you, all the anxiety, the worry, the fear, dims into a low hum, replaced with something warm and comforting and so Jasper.

His question rests heavily in the silent moment you take to compose yourself, to just breathe in his scent. Old books and gunpowder. He hasn’t touched a gun in ages, but somehow it lingers, and you love it. It reminds you that everything turns out for the better, just like you and him.

“Bella’s coming to stay with us,” you confide into his neck, fingers curling in his sweatshirt.

Jasper’s arms tighten just a fraction around you. “You’re scared.”

“More like terrified,” you breathe and pull back to look into his eyes, golden just like yours, like the sun. If you didn’t feel so much like crying, you’d bask in it, but you can’t do either now, and all that comes out is your voice, broken and shaky, “I don’t want to hurt her, Jas. She’s my little sister. I can’t hurt her.”

“You won’t,” Jasper insists softly, hands coming up to hold your face, fingers cool and smooth against your cheeks.

“How can you be sure?”

“Because, darlin’, you care too much. Under this fear, you’re all…stubbornness.” The corners of his lips quirk up. “But if you’d like, we could take another trip, jus’ you and me. I hear Brazil’s nice this time of year.”

You shake your head, “As much as I love the sound of that, cowboy, I don’t think my dad will be such a fan of me disappearing again.”

“That’s a shame, I sure wouldn’t mind seein’ you-”

“Jas.” You narrow your eyes, and the vampire smirks.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Let’s stay on topic, shall we?” You chirp, resisting your own urge to smile.

“My apologies, ma’am.” Jasper gives you a mock bow and takes your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, eyes dancing with mirth as he looks up at you.

This does get you to smile, “You are ridiculous, mister.”

“And you’ve calmed down.”

You pause, check in with yourself. Jasper always seems to be more aware of your feelings than you are thanks to his ability. And he’s right, you do feel calmer. Your mind is clearer and the urge to run has dimmed. The worry is still there though.

You can’t let her figure out what you’ve become, or what the Cullens are. You don’t want to leave Forks, after all, and you can’t leave Charlie behind. So you’ll just have to make sure she doesn’t figure it out. Shouldn’t be that hard, right?

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The moment Bella steps into the house, you realize just how wrong you are.

The scent of fresh blood hits you like a truck, or perhaps something worse considering you could handle a truck now. A werewolf maybe. It makes you falter, chest completely freezing as you stop breathing all together.

You were very, very wrong.

“Hey, Tinkerbell,” you greet her, forcing every bit of warmth into your voice despite the pain creeping up your throat.

Bella rolls her eyes, but a smile pulls at her lips as she sets her suitcase down, “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Sorry, but it’s a forever thing, hun,” you chirp and move to give her a quick hug. She accepts it far too awkwardly, which you’d tease her for any other day, but you’re more focused on putting some distance between you. “So, how was the trip?”

Your sister looks at you for a moment, something unreadable in her eyes, which makes you shuffle your feet out of habit. Did she notice the cold skin thing? You’d put on several layers though, and you’ve both always run cold. Maybe your eyes? No, no you’re wearing the contacts.

“You look different.”

Crap.

You feign innocence, casting her a confused glance, “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know…”

“Your sister’s on a big health kick, she’s looked different since she started.”

Thank God for Charlie.

“Health kick?” Bella raises an eyebrow at you, far too smug for your liking.

“All you’re nagging finally paid off,” you huff, secretly relieved.

“Not on me,” Charlie points out, almost proudly.

This takes most of the attention off of you thankfully, as Bella turns to chastise your father and they fall into an all too familiar debate. She’s still the same Bella, and Charlie is still Charlie. You’re the only one who’s changed.

Something twinges in your long-still heart.

You don’t regret your decision, you could never regret choosing Jasper, but looking at your family, you can’t help but realize how temporary this will all be. While you will end up disappearing with some elaborate story, they’ll keep living, keep aging. They’re human and you’re not anymore.

Another breeze catches Bella’s scent, the fire in your throat flaring back to the front of your mind. You swallow dryly.

Focus, (Y/n), focus.

Without a sound, you busy yourself grabbing Bella’s bags and taking them to her room. It’s all you can do to stop the hunger from taking you away. It’s like you didn’t just feed a few hours ago, like you haven’t fed in weeks. You haven’t felt this bad since you first turned.

If only Jasper was here. It’d be so much easier if you could just tuck yourself into his chest, forget the world for even a moment. But then he’d be struggling just as much as you are. You could never ask that of him.

So you tuck yourself into your room, shouting down the stairs that you have some work to do. Even when Billy and Jacob drive up in the truck Charlie bought for Bella, you merely perch at the window and watch on. Billy must feel your gaze because he glances up to you, his lips pinching into a thin line when your eyes meet.

Is it even possible for someone to look more disapproving? You can’t imagine it, looking down at Billy right now. To think, the man used to be like a second father to you. And then you turned, and suddenly you were on opposite sides of a longstanding war.

You miss him, and Jacob. So much.

All that’s left of that relationship is a curt nod, a small sign of respect, before Billy turns back to Charlie as if nothing happened. At least you know he won’t say anything. That would hurt Charlie more than you.

With a soft sigh, you watch as Bella hops into her truck. She leans forward, obviously looking for something in the house. You lift a hand, catching her attention. Bella sends you a relieved smile, waving back, before she shifts into gear and backs out of the driveway. Off to school, you guess.

You take a deep breath, letting the clean smell of your room fill your senses. It helps sooth the pain in your throat, enough that you can think a little clearer.

You need to stay as far away from Bella as possible. At least, for the time being, until you get used to her scent. She’ll probably notice, your sister has always been more perspective than you give her credit for. After all, it’s no diet that’s changed the way you look.

You’ll just have to be even more careful.

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“What?”

You blink owlishly, glancing between Jasper and the rest of the coven to Edward, who looks more nervous than you’ve ever seen him look. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look nervous.

“She’s his singer,” Alice explains softly.

“Bella?”

“Yes.”

“My sister?”

“...Yes.”

An indescribable feeling burns in your chest as you cast another glare towards Edward.

I’m going to kill him.

“I didn’t do anything!” He exclaims, holding his hands up defensively.

“She’s my sister, Edward,” You growl, temper simpering.

“It’s not like I have a choice in the matter,” he snaps back.

You lunge for the man, only stopping when a pair of arms circle around your waist like iron bars. You snarl, struggling against the bonds, clinging to the anger burning in your chest when a flood of calm water rushes in to wipe it away.

“Let me go, Jasper,” you bite out, but his grip only tightens.

“Calm down.” His voice is firm, his ability cloaking you further with calm calm calm.

You grit your teeth, eyes clenching as you shake your head, as if that can rid you of his powers. You don’t want to be calm. You want to tear Edward limb from limb. Every morsel of your being is screaming at you to protect your sister, protect your family, even though you know Edward would never hurt someone.

It’s impossible to hold out long against Jasper’s ability though. You’re one of the few that actually can resist, if only for a short time. But eventually, you have to give in. You slump back into Jasper’s hold. The last strands of your fury melt away, soothed when your mate presses a kiss to your temple with a low hum.

With one final deep breath, you turn back to Edward, “So, what are you going to do?”

“I can’t stay here,” he murmurs, voice tight, “Not with what Alice has seen. I’ll go to the Denari, stay with them for a while.”

“For how long?”

“However long it takes.”

You purse your lips and nod, “Be safe. And don’t be long okay? I may want to kill you now, but I’ll miss you.”

Edward flashes a snarky grin your way before nodding to the rest of his family and disappearing to go tell Carlisle. The others disperse as well, probably wanting to occupy themselves after such a crazy day. You huff softly.

It must be difficult for all of them to be separated from him, since they’ve been together for so long. Even after just a few years, you’ve come to love Edward like the brother you never had, which makes you feel all the more conflicted about all of this.

Instead of facing it, you turn to Jasper and wrap your arms around his waist, chin propping against his chest as you gaze up at him,“How did you feel today? Everything okay?”

“Besides the constant concern from my siblings?” He sighs, and you brush your fingers comfortingly along his jaw. Jasper leans into your touch, kind of like a content cat. “I find myself still struggling with certain…urges.”

You hum softly, “I hope you’re not ashamed of that.”

Jasper perks a brow at you.

“I just mean that you should keep in mind how hard you’re working,” you elaborate, “Give yourself credit for that, Jas. You may have to work twice as hard as them, but you’re doing so well. I mean, look at us. You knew me for years as a human, and I know how hard that was for you, but you never, ever hurt me.”

The blond purses his lips, glancing between your eyes for a silent moment. It’s only when he feels your sincerity, a feeling akin to a warm blanket on a cold day, that the tension drips from his shoulders.

“You really are something, darlin’,” he murmurs, lips pulling into a slanted grin as he ducks down to press a kiss to your lips, “Worryin’ about me when you’re facin’ your own problems.”

“Well, I can always just come here when Bella’s home, you’re stuck in that school. I’m sure she’ll notice me avoiding her, but that’s better than her ending up dead, right?” The words send a pang through your chest.

“Based on today, I’d say your need to protect her far outweighs your thirst, sweetheart,” Jasper drawls, a touch of humor in his tone, “You looked this close to killing, Edward.”

“Oh, I would have. If he even touches her, I still might.” Jasper grins amusedly down at you, despite how serious you are trying to be. You set your lips into a stubborn frown to hide your own smile. “Seriously! I need you to keep an eye on him at the school when he comes back, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” You huff and stretch onto your toes to press a kiss to his curled lips. Jasper chases after you as you pull away, but you cover his mouth before he can draw you into anything more. A giggle breaks past your facade when his brows steeple, eyes narrowing at you. “Sorry! But I need to go home, mister. I may have to keep my distance, but goodness knows Charlie can’t cook, and we don’t have food to make anything, so I need to make sure that girl gets something good to eat.”

“You can get there in seconds,” Jasper grumbles through your fingers, grip tightening around your waist as he pulls you even closer.

“Yes, but we both know that I won’t be leaving anytime soon if you start something,” you point out, a teasing smile on your lips, “And it’s not like I’ll be gone long. I’ll come back tonight, okay?”

That’s when the sad puppy look comes out. For being the strong, southern hero type, Jasper is secretly a sucker for some soft attention, and he’s figured out exactly how to get it. He quickly mastered the puppy-eyes once he realized how they weaken your resolve. The little, conniving devil knows exactly how to get to you.

“Don’t give me that look,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut, “Please, Jaz? I promise I’ll come back.”

“...fine.” Jasper relents, you can feel his grin under your fingers. “I’ll be waitin’ for you, darlin’.”

“I love you, Jazzy.”

His laughter fills you with a warmth you no longer have. You’d be a blushing mess if you could, especially when he kisses your palm, all gentle and soft, eyes alight with mischief.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I already was.”

“I swear-”

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The next week goes by miraculously, somehow, between you avoiding Bella and Edward being gone. You get away with a few lies whenever Bella tries to talk to you.

Oh, I have some work I need to finish tonight.

My boss is about to call, can we talk later?

Sorry Bells, work is just killing me this week.

Each time, when you have to watch her face fall, guilt claws viciously at your chest. It’s not like you want to avoid her. If anything, you wish you could just sit down, spend hours talking, about school, about boys, about everything. But everytime she gets close, the familiar burning feeling comes back. Weaker and weaker each time, thank the heavens, but you still can’t bring yourself to linger.

Bella doesn’t seem too keen on being patient though, as she corners you one evening while you’re cooking dinner.

“Do you know the Cullens?”

Every muscle in your body goes still, but only for a millisecond, before you force yourself to keep moving, breathing, blinking.

“Kind of! As well as most people, at least.” Not exactly a lie. “I knew of them while I was in school.”

“How about Edward?”

Ah. You recognize that tone. The slight interest, a touch of curiosity.

It’s exactly how you felt when you first learned about the Cullens, when you met Jasper.

“What, are you into him?” You cast her a glance, eyebrow raised teasingly.

“What? No!” Oh, she’s blushing. Now you really have to keep an eye on Edward. “He’s a total weirdo anyways.”

You snort, “Yah?”

“I have biology with him, and he just…I don’t know. He was so weird, and then I caught him trying to change classes after school. I think he hates me, but I don’t know why.” She looks so put out by the idea, an all too familiar pout on her lips.

“I doubt that’s the case, Bells,” you chime, “Edward’s not that kind of guy.”

“I thought you said you barely know him?”

Whoops.

You smile down at your soup nervously, “I don’t, I just meant that he doesn’t seem like that kind of guy. The Cullens are weird, but Dr. Cullen is a kind man. Dad likes him.”

Plus, you know exactly why Edward acted that way, not that you can tell her. It’s far from hatred, you think bemusedly.

“So you don’t think it’s a coincidence? Him asking to leave the class the day I start? Or that he hasn’t come back to school since?” Bella crosses her arms, staring you down with the stubbornness of a bull. She really is Charlie’s daughter.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Tinker Bell. Maybe he just got sick?” You force a smile, despite the pit opening in your stomach from the lie. “Boys are weird, take it from me.”

“Does that mean you have a boyfriend?”

“And dinner’s ready!” You squeak, dancing right past that question, “Could you go tell dad?”

“Sure.” Bella gives you a look that says this conversation definitely isn’t over, but does as you asked anyways.

You breathe a sigh of relief once she’s out of the room.

Of all the things to start talking about, of course she would pick the Cullens. You can’t blame her, you really can’t. When they first showed up in Forks, everyone was inexplicably drawn to the vampires. Not so inexplicably, you guess. You were drawn to Jasper the moment you laid eyes on him. His quiet, almost shy demeanor did you in, and the accent. To this day, you still swoon over that deep, southern drawl.

And now it’s like you’re watching it all from the start. The disappearing. The self-doubt. The intrigue. Except it’s Bella and Edward instead of you and Jasper.

“So, what’s for dinner, (Y/n)?” Charlie rubs his hands together as he shuffles into the kitchen.

“Tortellini soup, old man. Low sodium, but plenty of chicken, just for you,” You tease as you put a bowl in front of him.

“Dad, does (Y/n) have a boyfriend?” Bella follows close behind, and you can’t help but quawk at her.

“Bella!”

“She sure does,” Charlie snorts as he blows on his soup, “That Cullen boy.”

Bella shoots you a look, something between a glare and something smug. You cringe away, busying yourself with cleaning up. You’re screwed, you’re so screwed.

“Which Cullen boy?” She presses.

“The blond one. Not too bad, that kid.” And Charlie is completely oblivious! He’s supposed to be on your side here!

“I thought you said you barely know them?” Bella prompts, brow raised in accusation.

Think quick, (Y/n).

“They’re a private family, Bells, and you don’t understand how people are here.” You dig into old emotions, one’s you’ve long since buried. Hopefully it’ll make her uncomfortable enough to stop. “When it came out in school that Jasper and I were dating, people were horrible to me. I don’t like talking about it.”

It brings back every pain seeded in your heart. You faced it all. Jealousy, hateful notes shoved into your locker, obscene rumors whispered as you walked down the halls. Everyone you grew up with, everyone you loved, turned on you, just like that. You had no one except the Cullens and Charlie after that.

“I have work to do,” you mutter, grabbing a bowl of soup to pour down your sink later. “Enjoy the food.”

“(Y/n)-”

“I’m sure he’ll come back soon, Bells. Give him the benefit of the doubt when he does.” You give her a gentle, sad smile. “He is a good guy.”

And with that, you disappear upstairs, every step like a heavy weight, pulling you underwater.

It’s not supposed to be this hard. You’re supposed to be able to tell her everything. That’s how it’s always been. Even when your parents divorced, even when they moved to Arizona, you and Bella never drifted apart. You told her every tiny detail of your life.

Until high school.

When it all happened, you were just so…embarrassed. You’re the older sister, you were supposed to be strong, set a good example, show her that she could do anything. But you just ended up drowning, with Jasper as your only source of air.

So you’ll do anything for him, for the Cullens, even if that means lying to your sister. And it’s protecting her too, you remind yourself as you settle down at your desk. The less she and Charlie know, the safer they are from the Volturi.

You can do that, at least. Protect them. Both the Cullens and your family. No matter how many lies you have to tell, or creative answers you have to whip up for Bella’s sure to be unending number of questions, you will protect them.

And who knows! You perk up, trying your hardest to be positive. Maybe this won’t be exactly like you and Jasper. Maybe this is just a passing curiosity that will let up once Edward comes home, and you can forget it all in a week. Eventually you’ll be able to talk to her about Jasper, just without all the bloody details.

Yah. Once she’s safe, from you and the looming threat that comes with this truth, everything will go back to normal. Hopefully.

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I'm struggling a bit with this one but I'm really enjoying the concept! There's just so many ideas to go with, and I want to write them all! Who knows how far it'll go haha.

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So good so far!

You’re Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) ♡

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)

♡ Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine ☀️

(SERIES ONGOING)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

⇨ Chapter One

↳ After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.

⇨ Chapter Two

↳ Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.

⇨ Chapter Three

↳ Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.

⇨ Chapter Four

↳ coming soon!

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Dead Girls Don’t Die

Part 2: When the devil calls

Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, hospital setting. My previous parts have more exhaustive warnings just make the decision that feels right for you.

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Something was very very wrong. I bolt up lashing out blindly. A ball of ice-cold crackling energy shoots from my hand. A bearded man dressed in some kind of robes moves his hands opening a portal out of thin air and then closes it; trapping the energy. That's shocking and amazing and all but I can't help but stare down at my own hands in shock. “I apologize, that is- erm, a new development.” I murmur.

“It's alright I've handled worse, it's actually my job to handle mystic problems but that's not why I'm here.” I raise an eyebrow in his direction. “Tony Stark called in a favor so I came to look at your scans. In my career I handled some interesting cases, but it's rare to see damage like yours.” My heart skips a beat. “You can see the damage?” “Yes there’s damage to the frontal cortex of your brain and various injuries to your nerves If I’m correct you don’t have feeling on the soles of your feet?” I nod. It wasn’t that big of a deal until it turns out I’ve had something embedded in my foot for God knows how long.

“You're otherwise functional, we released some pressure from the base of your skull so that should be tender for a while, overall you have a clean bill of health. I raise my eyebrow inquisitively at him. “Is the psych eval not in or what?” “That’s clean too, you tested positive for the mutant gene. It explains your abilities.” My mind is going a mile a minute trying to process exactly what he’s saying. “That can’t be it, at least not the only…” I pause thinking for a second. “They found the bunker didn’t they?”

He seems to contemplate lying before admitting the truth. “Yes State and Local authorities are on scene, I suspect the FBI won’t be far behind.” I nod softly, it’s strange for my deep secrets to be common knowledge. “I appreciate your help but I have one question for you. Am I taking this IV out or are you because I have to go.” “No one is taking the IV out because the moment you’re off the morphine you’ll have a migraine strong enough to take out a grown man.”

“Coming from a girl who's taken out two grown men, just remove the damn IV” I wasn’t angry, just firm. I could tell he would be a tough nut to crack. “No I’m not risking the wellbeing of my patient you’re staying put” he counters. “You have a very short amount of time before I just rip it out.” I threaten. “Try that young lady and I'll restrain you.” His glare shows that he wanted to use words other than “young lady”

Sadly I’m still above begging. “Can I at least get a call? I've been in prisons with better bedside manner” I grumble. I think he says something about kids these days as he hands me the hospital phone. I feel a presence behind me. “I memorized the Lawyers number” Martin says. I push the phone in his direction and he dials. I place the receiver to my ear and listen to it ring.

I can hear the conversation in the background of the call. “I’m not your fucking secretary Red Im not taking your calls. “Just five minutes Castle I have to talk to the police chief and social services.” There’s some grumbling before someone finally speaks directly into the phone. “This is Matt Murdock’s phone. What do you want?” “Hi I’m Sylvia Cole I was hoping I could speak to Mr.Murdock regarding his visit to Massachusetts? He inhales sharply. “I’m assuming you’ve seen it, can I

ask— . “There were 12” he answers quickly, sparing me from asking the question.

My mind is reeling for a moment. “You need to tell then there are five more, the earliest ones.” “Alright Doll I’ll send the message,” he tells me. “Thank you, Mr…?” “Castle, Frank Castle you can call me Frank,” he replies. “Thank you, Frank, I truly appreciate your help,” I tell him softly. “Anytime Doll, call if you need anything alright? “I will, goodbye.” I set the phone in its cradle appreciating the satisfying sound.

Strange was staring at me as if he expected my head to burst into flames at any given moment. “I do hold some respect for you Dr.Strange I won’t rip the IV out I swear it. If you find me a bible I’ll swear it well or the Torah I’m half and half either works,” I offer. “Somehow I don’t believe that as you choose to sass me and promise in the same breath.” “You gotta let a girl have her fun somehow Doctor. The ghosts don't always get my humor.”

“The ghosts, what exactly are they like?” Strange asks taking a seat in the hospital chair. “Well they're all different, most of them are either terribly sad or angry at their predicament. I'm not entirely sure how they become ghosts, but they're not quite good or evil. Not in the black or the white ; they just get stuck in the grey. That's what I call where they go when I can't see them.” I explained to him. He begins to ask a question but doesn't get to finish it as I begin to scream bloody murder at the sight in front of me.

“What is it, what is it!?” Strange grabs me by the shoulders. I fall against his chest sobbing. “I can see them and I can feel their pain. They were just babies how could he do this? He was a father, he was my father, how could he do this to us.” Strange wraps me in his arms awkwardly at first but he softens a bit rocking me back and forth. “It’s alright he’s gone he can’t hurt anyone else.” “No no! you don’t understand they keep chanting it.” I try and scream louder to drown them out but I still hear them as a needle pricks my shoulder and my eyelids droop.

He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive

#fanfic #doctor strange #steven strange #frank castle #marvel #marvel mcu #dark!#ghosts

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🌹Spoiled🌹

18+ Minors please leave ❤️

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Warnings: Smut, oral fem receiving, fingering, making out, general filthiness,brief mention of sexism, mentions of body aches (minor), the L bomb

AN: This is my first time writing smut please be kind. I do accept constructive criticism in fact I appreciate it.

Summary: Rosalie Hale spoils her girlfriend feel better after a long day

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I groan softly as I gingerly remove my heels. My body was not built to last a whole dinner shift in those pretty torture devices. Stupid sexist restaurant manager and his stupid sexist dress code change.

My feet themselves weren't the worst part; the pain went up my legs to my thighs and my lower back. I highly doubt that anyone cared about my outfit more than getting their table. It was just plain stupid and infuriating.

“Hey beautiful” an enchanting voice calls out to me. I sit up beaming. My blonde-haired girlfriend stands in the doorway smiling softly. “Rosie! I thought you were still going to be hunting!” I jump up and stand on tiptokiss her. She returns it with enthusiasm gently backing me up onto the bed until we fall backwards.

“You okay baby,” she asks pausing. Her golden eyes filled with concern having with no doubt differentiated that pathetic sound from my usual pitiful noises. “I'm fine just a little sore, you're actually making it feel better.” She almost immediately resumes rubbing my back and shoulders, nearly making me cry with relief.

“You work too hard Angel and you don't have to,” she says, cradling my face in her hands. I already know where this conversation is going to go. “I love that you want to take care of me but I need to make my own way in the world.” She frowns but only for a fraction of a second. “My sweet stubborn angel,” she murmurs fondly.

“Well if you won't let me spoil you with my money I guess I'll just have to spoil you another way.” My heart jumps in my throat as she turns around pressing me into the mattress. “Would you like that baby? She practically purrs the word. “Please,” I whine.

My panties were damp before but now they're soaking. The swell of her breasts rubs against mine as she devours my skin leaving purple marks in her wake. She chuckles softly as she hears my heart rate quicken even further

I arch my back up from the bed as she removes my bra and blouse. “So pretty” she murmurs, caressing my breasts. She hovers her perfect mouth over my pebbled nipple for a few agonizing seconds before sucking it into her mouth. Her touch is cold but my body is on fire. I moan her name and I can see her eyes darken with lust. She releases it with a lewd pop moving to give the other breast the same treatment.

She places open-mouthed kisses down my stomach to my navel. Her hands knead the flesh of my hips making me groan. She lifts my legs, removing my skirt and panties in one fell swoop. I whine feeling the cool air hit my burning core. “My pretty girl all needy and wet for me so soon?” She coos in her intoxicating voice making me clench around nothing.

She places soft kisses along my legs and inner thighs. Her soft hair trails along the sensitive skin heightening each touch. “Please,” I cry out desperately. “Please what Angel? Use your words baby.” I blush furiously , she knew exactly what she was doing to me. “Please touch me Rosie I-“ my words dissolve into incoherent babble as her mouth makes contact with my sex.

She kitten licks the length of my slit until I’m squirming and begging for more attention. Her lips wrap around my clit and I let out a strangled cry nearly seeing stars.

She gets more intense as she goes devouring me whole. Waves of pleasure crash over me one after the other. My whole body is tensed ready to break. She sinks two fingers inside curling into that perfect place that snaps me in two.

“Shh Baby just one more I promise it’ll feel good.” I just nod because I can’t speak when she touches me like that . Everything is too much yet not enough. I need her but each touch blurs the line between pleasure and pain.

I feel a massive coil tightening within me as tears fill my eyes. “So good!” I cry out over and over. She hums against me impossibly heightening everything. I shatter breaking into a million pieces underneath her ministrations.

My eyes roll back and my whole body shakes. Every fiber of my being is soaked in pleasure. It takes a while to come down from my high. I bask in the afterglow feeling deliciously fucked out.

“Rest now baby,” Rosalie murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I want to protest but my entire body feels like jelly. She pulls me close wrapping her arms around me. I bury my face in her chest sighing contentedly. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow morning. Now it was for a much better reason. “Love you,” I murmur. “I love you Angel,” she replies

Yep so much better.

#rosalie x reader #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight fandom #twilight smut #girls who like girls #girl x girl smut #fanfic #fanfiction

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Dead girls don’t die

Part 1.5: Jigsaw

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Warnings: Mentions of violence/abuse, harsh language, just dark in general

AN: Just a little tidbit, I wanted to write a different POV. Hope you enjoy!

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“Red what the hell are we doing out here?” Frank Castle questions Matt. “What we always do Frank, get the bad guys and the evidence so they can rot in jail” He replies searching for the fake well. “Nuh uh Red that's what YOU do, I get the job done right” he retorts. “We can discuss my moral code later, there’s a well a few feet ahead of us and according to my source it’s a tunnel.” Matt directs.

“Your source better be right if I'm about to jump in this shit,” Frank grumbles. He slings his gun over his shoulder and starts scaling down the sides of the well. “There’s a ladder he shouts,” quickly switching gears to the easier method. Matt follows suit until they're both standing at the entrance of the tunnel. Frank looks at Matt and he nods. Many people question if Matt can tell they're looking at him but Frank Castle knows. They've saved each other’s asses too many times not to.

It's dark and damp but the walls are stone not dirt, it's rather sophisticated actually. They stop when they come face to face with a padlocked door. “Cover your ears red” Matt does so quickly. Frank blasts through the padlock with God knows how big a bullet. “The shrapnel could've killed us you know” Matt remarks annoyed. Matt’s blind but he could feel the eye roll. “Based on the fact your dumbass is still talking to me you're fine, you're bulletproof anyways.” Frank raps his knuckles on Matt’s helmet. Castle could almost be relaxed when there was no risk of being shot at. Keyword being almost, he was still himself after all.

“What exactly did the sick fuck that built this do? Ya know before we walk in the solid metal death trap,” Castle questions. “More than enough to make you wanna blow his brains out.” Matt speaks with a tone only reserved for the worst scum the world has to offer. “It was little kids wasn't it.” “Little girls. His own daughter maybe more but whatever he did had her so messed up no one believes her” Matt answers grimly.

“He dead? He better be dead or I’m gonna be pissed,” Frank asks, not bothering to restrain his anger. “Daughter beat you to it , when she was ten actually. She's seven years into a life sentence at a criminal asylum, we find evidence against the father, we get to bust her out. “Tough lil thing” is Frank remarks kicking open the door. Matt knows it's bad when he hears Frank’s heart skip a beat. A man who had seen his family reduced to a bloody pulp was shocked at the sight. “Castle what is it” Matt asks cautiously. There's a long pause. “Pieces Red, kids in pieces.” is his only reply.

#frank castle #the punisher #matt murdock #matthew murdock #daredevil #marvel #fanfic #dark!drabble #mcu fanfiction

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I just realized that I'm gonna get to do kinktober this year. I missed last year and before that, I was a minor. I got so excited, this is what I get excited for now. Tumblr has ruined me.

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Constellations of us

Part 2: Leo

🛑 warnings 🛑

Death

War

Trauma

Grief

Toxic family

AN: This was written while I was sleep deprived I apologize. 1,926 words