#and my footsteps echoed like heels on tile

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Slashers! HC S/O nearly killed by a victim

Slashers!Sinclair brothers x gn!reader

Includes Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: max angst, lots of self deprecating thoughts from the slashers, blood, mentions of gore, lots of violence, happy ending (you survive!)

Bo Sinclair

You weren’t supposed to be at the house, Bo was sure you were out getting groceries, you told him you were

You placed the several brown bags you could carry from the pickup onto the kitchen counter, used to the silence that filled the dimly lit home

Turning to make your way back outside, you froze in your spot when merely a few yards away stood a man, face twisted in agony, blood covering the lower portion of his body, it looked like he’d been stabbed by Vincent’s sheers, so why was he upstairs?

“You’re one of them”

The man seemed to only grow in size from the sheer mass of his clear anger, chest puffing to reveal a stutter in his breath, as if he was using borrowed time

You weren’t sure if saying anything would help, you were bringing in groceries, of course you were one of them, there was no way to free yourself from this situation

Glancing over at the knife block, wide eyes switched back to the man who had seen the subtle movement, brows furrowing, and then he charged

“They killed my girlfriend!”

The stranger snarled as he gained on you, hands reaching out to grab your arm, your neck, whenever he could reach in his rage fueled attack

Slipping on your heel to get to the knives, the recently mopped floor proved to be a disadvantage, only giving the man a better angle to grab the collar of the back of your shirt, pulling it back, before slamming you into one of the counters

The impact against your stomach wasn’t pleasant, you could feel the bruise already forming as you were dragged back, grabbing anything you could as pitiful noises left your lips

Throwing the salt and pepper shakers, a clean plate, anything at him you could get your hands on, nothing seemed to faze him as you threw you against the adjacent cabinets

Forehead slamming into the sharp edge of wood, red filled your already blurring vision, your weak yelp for anyone nearby that could help fell deaf on the empty corridors of the house, where the hell were the guys?

“You sick bitch, you’re all sick”

The man spat in your face, spit hitting your cheek as he did so, then he was once again lifting you from where he’d tossed you like a rag doll, this time letting your body fall rather limply to the tiled floor

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, if it’s the last thing I do”

You could hear the slight motion of the man reaching over your body, plucking a knife from the block a few feet away and kneeling over your aching body

His legs were at either side of your hips, arms raised high as he didn’t think twice before lowering the weapon

A shout echoed from the near distance, heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, in a last ditch effort with all the remaining strength to could muster, you lifted a knee to the mans crotch, resulting in a deep howl of pain, and a burning sensation as the knife landed deep in your shoulder

Then the man was off of you, ripped from your body by someone far stronger, the shouting picked up again, the enraged, bellowing noises bouncing off the walls as you figured the escaped victim was being rightfully dealt with

Right as the man’s shadow was gone, another more broad figure appeared over you, this time at the side of your injured body.

“Oh baby, oh fuck,” It was Bo’s voice, his tones drawl making your heart flutter, or was that the stab wound? It felt as if the room was spinning in its axis, turned upside down and steeping your body in darkness, “Shit, I thought ya were outta the house.”

Vincent was hovering in the distance, gauging the wound from the distance he stood before rushing off the gather the proper items to best help you. Bo was at a loss, wanting to lean down while also warning himself that his touch would only cause more pain. Why were you home? Why didn’t he check the house first? Why did he just assume you would be out for hours? This was his fault, he left you vulnerable and alone, in a place he knew could bs unsafe when they brought, “guests”, home. Your weak whine of his name drove his stomach to lurch forward, bile trying to climb him throat, body hot to the touch with panic and his eyes swam with guilt.

“I’ve got ya now, nothin’ll hurt ya anymore,” Bo fell on his ass to get closer to you, lifting your upper body carefully before laying it steadily in his lap. Your pained wince at being moved to any extent shot right through the man’s heart, his body folding over yours slightly, almost as if trying to protect what was left of you from the outside world. Your delicate cries as blood seeped through your clothes only drew the man further from rationally, mind racing at what he would do to the dead body mere feet away when he was done tending to you, “Vincent! Get yur ass in here!”

“I’m here baby, don’t ya worry, I’ve got ya.”

Vincent Sinclair

You were never involved with the victims, as much as Vincent trusted you, he didn’t trust any stranger within a mile of Ambrose, the thought of someone full of fear or anger anywhere in your vicinity made his skin crawl beneath his usual wool sweaters

Luckily for the town over, there weren’t three deranged brothers causing havoc, in fact it was odd being in a populated area where no one even knew of Ambrose’s happenings, or the men beneath it

So when a van full of curious, college aged boys came strolling through the, “abandoned”, streets, you had made the choice to go out for the day, visit that nearby town where Vincent knew you would be safe for the most part

Which lead to the present, where you were calmly walking back to Ambrose along the two lane, quiet, wooded backroad, wicker basket in hand with various items you deemed interesting enough to take back

Although the snap of a branch caught your ear, a man no older than you stumbling along the path, if the splatters of blood along his body weren’t an indicator of where he’d left, the thick globs of wax painting his left arm did

“Miss? Fuck, help me!”

The man called to you, clearly desperate in his current predicament, there wasn’t much you could do, you didn’t have a cellphone, you’d already been walking for a half mile, what could you possibly be able to help him with?

“There’s these crazy guys that tried to kill me! We need to get away from here!”

Before you could even summon a response, the staggering stranger that had since gotten closer paused, face pursing, lips tight as a look of realization crossed his face

“Your face, there were drawings of your face in that basement”

“I don’t know what you mean, here, let’s-“

You didn’t get much of a sentence out before the man was pushing you to the ground, intentions clear as he kneeled above you, planting your lower body to the gravel side of the road before punching aimlessly at your face

“Please-“

“You’re with those sick bastards aren’t you? You must be fucked in the head too, after all the bodies I saw!”

The punches kept landing, your nose surely broken by the onslaught, blood draining down your jaw, by your ears, into your mouth

The heavy smell of iron palette-able as another swift hit was served to your mouth, bottom lip busting open with thick, red spilling out

The man just kept screaming in your face, spit flying as he did so, it was as if his rage fueled attack would never cease, maybe he hadn’t gotten hurt all that much and his adrenaline was through the roof

Either way it was as if the beating was only getting worse as the minutes ticked by, you felt lucky he didn’t have an actual weapon on his person

As if some kind of saving grace had heard you, the rumbling of what sounded like a familiar old pickup roared in the distance, getting louder by the second

Right as the shriek of tires echoed across the otherwise silent road, your tired eyelids fluttered shut, allowing the all consuming haze to take its place in your body

Some time later

“How the hell should I know when she’s gon’ wake up?” That voice was familiar, the low timbre of an accent you knew all too well. It was buzzing through your head, and although you were thankful to even be here to listen to it, there was one thing you wished was present as well.

“Hey, her eyes are opening,” And that’s when you heard the shuffling, heavy boots on a concrete floor, when Bo’s agitated voice once again striking your growing headache, “alright, alright! I’m goin’.”

An all too warm, fuzzy feeling filled your chest when Vincent’s head popped into view, hair tied back loosely with little bits of wax here and there. Although lumbering over you, his movements were cautious, slow and steady as you could make out his eyes scanning your form meticulously. It felt as though you were one of his pieces of artwork, carefully watched over to make sure you wouldn’t melt.

“Vince, are you okay?” Your whisper of a question caused the man’s head to drop into the crook of your neck, whether overwhelmed or still worried it just seemed he needed a moment to process all that had happened. It was only minutes ago you were still out cold, laying on one of his work tables as Bo stood with a disapproving look. Art supplies strewn, chairs overturned, even the most delicate wax sculptures he’d done were crumbled on the floor. The man hadn’t been able to contain the absolute ice that ran through his veins upon seeing Lester carrying your lifeless form into the house, especially considering he didn’t even know if you were still alive.

Large, rough hands shaking like a kitten, the man leaned back to run his fingers over the side of your injured face, the touch gentle, barely there. The soft tilt of his head told you he was fine, seemingly still stressing about your current state. As you became more aware of your surroundings, you realized one of Vincent’s wood sweaters covered a portion of your upper body, like a makeshift blanket. Fingers weakly knocking into his elbow, the masked man took notice and immediately intertwined them with his, palm warm against yours. His free hand reached up to caress your jaw, without words but as if to say,

‘You’re safe now.’

Lester Sinclair

Lester wasn’t ever particularly involved in the murders, in fact he felt his best work was cleaning up the eventual aftermath

That being said, you were usually by his side at all hours, both day and night, keeping him and Jonsey company

“Be right back darlin’”

Lester flashed a toothy grin in your direction, sitting on the hood of the trunk while he hoisted a large, dead dead over his shoulder

This had been majority of the day so far, you enjoying the shady sun while he hauled carcasses of roadkill over to the designated dump sight

“I’ll stay right here!”

You chuckle, watching the red dusting over his ears fade as he continued to walk further down the slope

Glancing down to where Jonsey was laying, you did a double take when the little lady had somewhere vanished, head whipping side to side, yes she was an independent dog but that doesn’t mean you didn’t worry sometimes

Barking in the distance cut through your immediate panic, somewhere off to the left in the densely wooded forest

“Jonsey?”

You called as you hopped off the cars hood, jogging towards the sounds origin as it only continued

It didn’t sound like her normal bark though, it was vicious, angry, maybe she’d run into a squirrel or other wild animal of some kind that had gotten her all up in action

“There you are girl!”

You exclaimed as your turn around the tree revealed the dog, facing away from you, as your eyes left the furry creature it landed on a man not much older than you, standing before you and Jonsey with a knife in hand

“Sorry about my dog, she can be overly cautious”

You tried to reason, deflecting from the chance he may know more than you hoped, and unfortunately his fist only clenched further around the blades handle, face pulled in a snarl

“Yeah, the same dog I saw in that auto shop, with that guy who killed my girlfriend”

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re here to do-“

Before you could even finish your statement he was already on you, knocking you back with a heavy hand before slashing towards your stomach

Thankfully you were able to dodge the first swing, although he wasn’t stopping anytime soon, in fact your fear only seemed to spur him on as he swung again, and again

Unfortunately he had backed you into a tree, another aim at your body immediately ripping through your (Lester’s) shirt, blood leaking from ripped skin, another across your forehead, red spilling into your waterline as your thunderous scream of Lester’s name left your quivering lips

“I didn’t kill your girlfriend”

“But you’re chummy with the bastard that did”

His final strike ended with him aiming down and up, the smooth surface of the knife gliding into your skin like butter, the sob it ripped from you was pitiful, as was the way you fell to your knees

Then a gunshot rang out

“Darlin’?” There stood Lester, rusty, old shotgun in hand that was still aimed at the now fallen body, lowering it too glance over at you in panic. His rushed footfall crunched leaves, his quick footing hit a root and nearly tripping him if his objective wasn’t so focused on. Dropping to your level, the man held his hands to where you were gripping your wrist.

“Show me, how bad is it?” The concern and fear tainting his voice was almost painful to hear, pulling your palms away to reveal a river of crimson. Hissing as he lifted the edge of the shirt you had stolen from him this morning, to reveal a bloody but shallow wound. It looked as if the guy had missed, only slicing at your side, not your gut as he most likely planned.

“Hurts,” you mumble as your body begins to try and lose consciousness, the adrenaline now leaving your system. Lester caught on, leaning you into him before lifting you against his slim body, careful to not press into any of your injuries, “Lester”.

“I know honey, I’ll get ya all patched up, don’t ya worry.” The man shouldered your weight, holding a tough facade despite the way his heart was slowly crumbling inside his chest cavity. If he made it one second later, you could’ve been gone forever. The thought felt like ice water poured over his head, sinking into his veins. Next time he would have to watch over you better, keep you safer. No, there wouldn’t be a next time, he would make sure no one could even attempt to get near you.

“Ain’t ever gonna let that happen again”

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Run Rabbit Run (William Afton x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Hello hello! I felt the need to work on something a little different from Home Sweet Home just so I wouldn't get burnt out, here's the product of that. Porn no plot, established relationship and boundaries, be sure to check out the warnings on this one folks! Thank you all so much for reading, if you'd like to be added to my tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, established relationship/boundaries, primal play, knife play (no actual cutting), mentions of stabbing, slight physical violence, chasing, shoving, reader elbows William a few times, William wrestles reader to the floor, CNC sort of, cutting off clothes, ripping off clothes, threats of violence, some degradation but not really, biting, marking, possessive!William, choking, size kink, penetrative sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, crying, clit slapping, reader being pinned down and forced into positions by William, hair pulling, spitting, nipple play, age gap (reader in early 20's, William in 50's), aftercare and fluff at the end (please let me know if I missed any!)

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Word Count: 3,736

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You pressed yourself against the cool tile wall, your hair sticking to your sweat drenched forehead as you tried to quiet your breathing. You closed your eyes, struggling to listen for any sign of his approach as your pulse thundered in your ears. You could hear it at the other end of the hall, the steady ‘tink…tink…tink’ of a stainless steel blade against tile. You sucked in a deep breath, your only chance of him not catching you is if you could manage to hide. You pressed yourself into the small alcove, hoping the shadows would shroud you just enough to keep you out of the golden rabbit’s sight. A bead of sweat trailed down your temple, dripping off of your jaw and splattering on your bare shoulder. His heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, the subtle creaking of the suit accompanying every loud thud.

“Run rabbit, run rabbit, run… run… run…” Your blood ran cold at the sound of his voice. He knew you were nearby. That was the thing about him, he never wanted to sneak up on you, he wanted you to know that he was coming, leaving you desperate and scared as you had nowhere left to run. The fear in your eyes would be delicious, if he was lucky enough maybe he’d get the chance to lick the salty tears from your cheek.You caught sight of his massive form shuffling past the opening to where you were tucked away. Your whole body shook as you tried to remain as still as possible, you were finally able to release the breath you were holding as he fully passed by to the other side. You listen to him trudge off, waiting for him to get a considerable distance away before making you move. As carefully as possible you tip toes to the edge of the alcove, peering around the edge to see how far from you he was. You saw him take very slow and deliberate steps, fully dressed in his normal day to day attire save for the addition of the yellow rabbit head and the massive blade in his hand. Deciding you more than likely wouldn’t get a better opportunity you booked it in the opposite direction down the hallway. “Rabbit!” You hear him snarl as he quickly turns on his heels, stomping after you. You stumble around a corner, seeing the door to the main dining room.

You slam against the rusty push bar, throwing the door shut behind you as you stumble into the pitch black room, the only source of light coming from the front door at the opposite side of the restaurant. You sprinted off, hiding yourself under a booth. The golden rabbit crashes through the door, the wooden frame splintering as the latch is ripped from its pocket. He scans around the room, shoulders heaving as adrenaline coursed through his veins. “I know you're in here, rabbit.” His voice deep and gravelly as his eyes scan around the space. “You can't hide forever.” You shuffle yourself away from him, hoping he would wander further into the room, giving you the chance to push back through the door you originally came through and down to the exit. If you could manage to beat him outside you would be able to escape. As you thought of your plan you hadn't realized you lost where he was. Your eyes widened in panic as your ears filled with nothing but silence. You couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, the one indicator of how much danger you were in, gone.

Your blood turns to ice in your veins as you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear, his dark chuckle making you shiver. “Found you.” He groans as your shoulder connects with his chest, shoving him to the floor before scrambling in the opposite direction. He growls as he chases after you, bounding after you like a crazed animal after its prey. You threw open the door, sprinting down the long dark corridor, sickly yellow light flickering from the dying bulbs as they struggled to illuminate the small space. You slip as you round a corner, managing to catch yourself on the wall in order to recover quickly, you didn't have a fraction of a second to lose. Your pursuer's brown leather shoes slid across the slick tile floor, his body slamming into the opposing wall with a crushing force. You were going to make it, the door was only a few steps away. The glowing red exit sign is a beacon of hope as time itself seems to slow down around you. You hear the golden rabbit let out a guttural growl, charging forward with a new found strength. Your fingers slid against the cool metal of the door, hurrying to push it open, only to find it was locked.

“No.” Your voice shook as you realized he had thought ahead, he knew you would try to get out this way. You shriek as two large hands grab onto your shoulders ripping you away from the door. Your face feels hot as tears begin to flow freely from your eyes. Well, if you had no chance of escape your only hope was to fight your way out. All of your breath gets knocked from your lungs as your back slams into his strong, broad chest. You had to think quickly if you wanted a chance at getting away.

“You're a clever little rabbit, aren't you?” You feel his hot tongue run over the shell of your ear. “Good thing I remembered to lock the door or you would have escaped.” You wind up, sending an elbow flying backwards into his ribs, managing him back with your smaller frame. You bolted for the security room, a large calloused hand catching your arm as you were yanked back to him. You struggled, smacking your hands against his chest trying to kick him, pushing at his masked face as he pressed into you. You gave one violent shove, sending the rabbit head tumbling to the floor. The dilated pupils of William Afton stared down at you, his gray streaked hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. A muscular arm wraps around your waist, you feel one of his legs slip in between yours as he sweeps an ankle out from underneath you, both of you smashing to the ground with him on top of you. You bared your teeth as you fought to push him off of you. He grabs ahold of your wrists, slamming your arms to the cold floor as he pins you down with his legs. “Fuckin’ brat.” He growls. He wraps both of your small, delicate hands in one of his, the other wrapping firmly around your throat, locking your jaw in place so you were forced to stare up at his sharp silver eyes. “You just never know when to quit, do you?” He smiles broadly as he notices the knife you had knocked out of his hand was right at his side. His hand releases your neck, fingers slowly wrapping around the handle of the blade as he picks it up. You struggle against his grasp, your body thrashing wildly underneath his. “Better hold still, bunny. We wouldn’t want someone to get cut, would we?” He drags the dull side of the blade up your clothed stomach.

Your breath shudders out in the silence, watching the shiny steel blade glint in the low light. “You put up a good fight bunny.” He chuckles, gathering up the fabric of your shirt onto the edge of his blade before slicing through it. “Your struggling is only going to make this that much sweeter.” He smiles dangerously at you. He slides the flat side of the blade under your bra, between your breasts, twisting the knife upwards to quickly cut the thin strip of lace between the cups. Goosebumps littered your skin as a chill settled over your exposed body, the thin veil of sweat that covered your torso quickly stealing all your heat away. William breathes out a raspy groan at the sight of your naked form, leaning down to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. You can't stop a soft gasp from escaping your lips as you feel his tongue swirl around the sensitive bud. He catches it between his teeth, making you help, before pulling off of you. “I've barely touched you and you're already making such cute sounds, rabbit.” You can't help but blush as he traps you under his gaze. “I can only imagine how fucking pathetic you'll sound whimpering on my cock.” He chuckles. He presses the tip of the knife to your skin, just light enough that it wouldn't puncture your skin. “I wonder how loudly I can get you to scream for me.” His head dips into the crook of your neck, lips fluttering over the sensitive skin. You shudder as he pops off the button of your jeans with his blade, the metal clattering against the floor as he roughly rips your pants down your legs, grabbing both sides of the zipper he rips the denim down the seam, splitting the garment in half. He roughly runs at your clit through your panties with his thick fingers, causing you to cry out from the sensation.

“Already so fucking wet for me.” He growls, pressing against your entrance, making you squirm. “You liked being chased, bunny? Do you like knowing that I'll do absolutely anything to hunt you down and get my hands on you?” Hearing his gravelly tone made heat pool in your core. He hooked a finger into your panties, pulling the fabric back before letting it snap back against your clit, making you moan. “What was that rabbit?” He repeats the motions, making you let out another broken moan. He grabs the thin lace, ripping it with a loud tearing sound before fully removing it from your body. “Such a pretty little thing, I can't wait to fucking break you.” His breath was hot as it bounced against your cheek. Sharp teeth grazing over your skin before he presses a kiss to your temple. He cups your sex, you whimper as you push yourself against his hand, in desperate need of any type of friction. He coos at you, giving you a mocking pout. “Needy thing.” You yelp as he delivers a sharp slap to your clit, making tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the mixture of pleasure and pain. His fingers grow slick with your arousal as he rubs his fingers firmly over you in an attempt to ease the sting. His middle and ring finger dip inside of you, the ice cold metal of his wedding band paired with the delicious stretch of his thick digits making you yelp. He gives you no time to adjust, thrusting in and out of you at an animalistic pace, making you scream in absolute ecstasy as he rapidly works you right up to the edge of your climax. You sobbed as he suddenly pulls out of you, delivering another sharp slap to your clit, dulling your pleasure as you feel fat tears begin to streak down your cheeks. “Poor bunny, don't cry.” He smirks, licking away the salty trail that coated your skin. He pushes his fingers back inside of you, immediately picking up the same pace as before.

“Oh my fucking God!” You manage to yank one of your hands free, it immediately latches around his wrist as he mercilessly fucks you on your fingers.

“So fucking pretty rabbit, my little slut getting fucked dumb on my fingers. Look at how pathetic you are, you're already drooling.” He releases your other hand. He cups your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip before he pushes it into your mouth. You eagerly lap at it with your tongue, groaning around the digit as he repeatedly hits the spongy part inside of you that had the edges of your vision going white. “Fuck, you're so beautiful.” He groans, pressing the heel of his hand to your clit as he continues to fuck into you. Your eyes roll back in your head, biting lightly onto the thumb you held in your mouth. You could feel your orgasm welling up inside of you, your moans becoming desperate and needy as you felt yourself preparing to tip over the edge. “Don't you fucking cum.” He growls, not slowing his pace in the slightest.

“Please,” your voice was thick with tears as you begged him. “Please let me cum, ‘s too much.” Your words slurred as you struggled to form a sentence, your mind numb with pleasure. “I want to cum on your fingers please.” Your hips stuttered as he suddenly pulled out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing as your orgasm quickly faded.

“You haven't earned it.” He whispers gruffly against your ear. His strong hands knead your thighs, you hear a soft groan leave his mouth as he admires your glistening sex. His fingers ghost over your swollen clit, making your legs tremble as the sensitive bundle of nerves ached to be touched. His eyes hungrily scan over your body, the way your chest rapidly rises and falls with every breath, the tears that streaked down your face, your lips puffy and pink from you chewing on them in an attempt to keep quiet, to hide how good he was making you feel. The sight alone was enough to ignite something feral in him. You yelp as his teeth sink into your shoulder, hard enough that you knew there would be a perfect imprint of his bite left behind. William marked you as his in any way he could think of; dark love bites in every inch of your skin he could get his mouth on, crescents where his finger tips dug into your his as he fucked you senseless, the smell of his musky cologne permanently saturated into your skin from how closely he kept you pressed to him. You belonged to him and no one else, his pretty little rabbit. He fumbles with his belt and the fastenings on his pants, eventually managing to free his long, thick member. He taps the hot skin against your clit, making your whole body jolt. He pushes his hips fully against your cunt, making you whimper at the pressure. He releases his erection, letting it slap against your stomach. You swallowed thickly, his member appearing impossibly large to fit in your body but you knew he somehow would manage.

“Such a tiny little thing.” He groans. “I'm going to fuck my way into your stomach.” His voice comes out in a growl, he traced a line just under your navel where his pink tip ended. He ruts his hips against you a few times, letting out a gruff moan as he lets his cock get coated in your arousal, the friction of the firm muscle sliding over our aching sex making you mewl. He teases your clit a few times before lining up with your entrance, your hips jolted from him barely pushing inside of you. He curses under his breath. “You feel so fucking good.” He wraps his hand around the shaft, simultaneously stroking himself as he watches the tip of his cock disappear inside of your tight entrance. He gradually works you open, managing to push himself deeper inside of you with every thrust, your walls spasming around the intrusion as you cried out in pleasure. Your nails dig into his biceps, one hand still roughly holding your hips in place, making it impossible for you to squirm away. He takes his time pulling out of you to the tip only to push himself entirely inside of you, his hips pressing firmly into the plush of your thighs. You couldn't think straight, incoherent nonsense falling from your lips as you tried to formulate a string of words to beg him to let you finish. Your whole body burned with your impending orgasm, the feeling of him nestled right against your cervix making you see stars as you tried to fight through the nearly incomprehensible fullness of him member being stuffed inside of you. He roughly grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open. He leans over you with a smirk, spitting directly onto your eagerly awaiting tongue.

“My slutty bunny.” He purrs, giving your face a small shake before letting your go. His grip on your hips grows impossibly tighter, he pulls all the way out of you before slamming you back down on his cock. You scream his name, your back arching off of the floor. The force he fucked you with was almost inhuman, his hips snapping perfectly against your clit as he bottomed out in you with every thrust. You clawed at him, bright red marks covering his pale skin. You didn't have any time to even ask for permission to finish, your orgasm ripped through you so quickly, you nearly blacked out from the intensity. You yelped as he delivers another sharp slap to your clit, this time it only added to the aftershocks of your orgasm that ripples through your body. “You wanted to cum on my cock that badly, hm?” He asks as he maintains his relentless pace. You could only nod in response, your brain utter mush as you felt your walls stretch around him. “I’ll make you cum then my dumb bunny.” He pouts. “You're going to keep cumming on my cock until I've decided you've had enough.” He snarls, thumb roughly swiping over your clit, the coil already beginning to tighten in your core. He noticed the pitch of your voice get higher, your cunt fluttering around him as he hit all the right places inside of you.

“Fuck, can I cum?” You whimper.

“That's not how we ask, rabbit.” He grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back in order for you to look him in the eyes.

“Please can I cum, you feel so fucking good.” You manage to bed through gritted teeth. He grants you permission, your body goes rigid as you sob, your legs desperately trying to push yourself off of him but it was no use, his strong hands holding you exactly where he wanted you. The wet squelching noises you made were embarrassing, your cheeks darkening as you only heard yourself grow wetter with his every action. He flips you into all fours, your knees digging painfully into the tile as he hikes your hips up to line himself up with your entrance. Your legs gave out underneath you as he pushes inside, a string arm wrapping around your waist keeping you upright. Tears flowed freaky down your face, dripping from your chin and splattering onto the floor, you felt the heat of your next impending orgasm settle in your stomach, your body still utterly spent and overstimulated from your last one. One of his hands slip in between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit with his calloused fingers. Your moans echoed off the walls, sweat dripping down your spine, you struggled to keep your eyes open as you let yourself fully fall to William’s mercy.

“What's the matter bunny? Did I fuck you stupid?” He chuckles as he notices you're reduced to a whimpering, spasming mess below him. You clenched around him, your body struggling to keep up with his animalistic pace, his massive cock stretching you to your absolute limit. He buried his face in your hair, you feel his lips place a soft kiss to your neck. “You did such a good job sweetheart.” A whine leaves your throat at the sudden praise, your body going completely limp as he tears one last orgasm from you. His hips stuttered as he empties himself inside of you, his hot cum pooling deep in your core. He holds you close to him for a few moments after, the heat radiating from his chest keeping you warm as the sweat rapidly cooled down your body. He carefully pulls out of you, trying his best to avoid any discomfort. He scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest. He carries you into the security office, pulling a blanket out from one of the desks drawers. He wraps you up in it, setting you down on the desk for a moment so he can pull his boxers back on. He settles you in his lap as he collapses back into the office chair.

He gently combs his fingers through your hair, untangling any knots he came across. “Are you okay bunny?” You nod, knowing he would want you to verbally respond to him.

“I'm just really tired.” You admit with a small laugh. “All the adrenaline wore off.”

“You were a tricky one this time.” He responds proudly. “I'm really glad I remembered to lock the back door this time or you probably would've won.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I'll beat you one of these days.” You beam as you cuddle into his chest, allowing you to place a chaste kisa to his lips.

“Are you sure you're alright? I wasn't too rough with you, was I?” You could see the concern in his eyes. You had indulged in this little game because you knew it was something he enjoyed, he would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you, even accidentally.

“I'm perfectly fine honey.” You reach up and languidly rubs your thumb over his cheek. “I actually had a lot of fun.” The two of you share a loving smile.

“How about I help you get dressed so we can go home, I think we both need a nice hot bath.” He offers, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“That sounds wonderful.” You grin back at him in response. William is very careful with you, wanting to make sure that he took care of any soreness he had caused by massaging your muscles as he helped you into a spare set of clothes he kept around for when he destroyed the ones you were wearing. He kisses you softly as he places you in the passenger seat, your tires gaze of adoration making his heart beat quicken. “I love you Will.” Your lips brushed his as you kept him close.

“And I love you, rabbit.”

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[drenix004]

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘━━━ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 141

❝𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲︙She was an odd one, as was her obsession with daisies. But, that made her unique in the eyes of the herd… she became the treasure of TF 141.

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, among others, if you are not comfortable, don't read it !

rating: 18+

pairings: Task Force 141, Köning y Horangi x Oc female.

Summary: the hunt for jewels had begun, so Laswell decides to pass her off as a human and send her to the British military base under the command of a colleague, all this without him knowing her true identity to protect her (sorry, I don't know how to summarize).

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

wattapad -> here

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His footsteps echoed through the gray tiled hallways, he ignored whoever greeted him for wanting to get to the office where the woman works.

She even earned strange looks for not returning greetings as this was unusual for her.

Behind her came someone on her heels, also needing to get to the same office for the same reason she did.

He did get looked at with contempt and hatred for his nature, after all he was not human and those who were not, ended up being marginalized, despised or hated in whatever facility they went to.

She arrived at the woman's office and entered without warning, being followed by the man.

-Tell me it's not true, Laswell," she said as she set the letter, which she had crumpled in her hands on the way there, down on the table with a thump - "all that thinking for missions made you crazy?

The short-haired woman looked at her before answering after a sigh left her lips.

-The base in that place needs medical help, and you have it, besides, you are also a second lieutenant , you have combat training," she answered, "you are qualified for the transfer.

-Do you really think so? You are not only transferring me to the medical bay, you are also transferring their team, and alone," replied the woman, disgusted by the situation, "they are a gang, they will see me as an intruder, in the worst case scenario they could attack me. I'm a damned prey, I'm a human.

Laswell raised one of his eyebrows as he listened to her, glanced at the man next to her, who remained silent, before reconnecting gazes.

-We both know better than that, Harper. Nothing's going to happen to you over there, let alone with the team. Price knows how to control his boys, they're not monsters like the rest of them make them out to be, you have my word-when she wanted to protest, he stopped her-there are rumors that they're starting with the jewel hunt… again.

Harper froze in place, trying to process the last words.

-Hadn't that already been listed as a crime?" the man asked at last, as he placed his hands on his companion and made her sit down.

-That's not stopping them, there are more reports of disappearances-Laswell looked at the woman, who felt dejected by the new information-that's also why I sent you there, you'll be safer than here-he grabbed her hands and squeezed them carefully-this I'm telling you as a friend, I don't want anything to happen to you.

She sighed before nodding, if it was for her safety she would do it.

-Why can't Kamli come? He's my spirit familiar," the man squeezed her shoulders in comfort.

-I need him here, his ability to hide in the shadows can help me find information. We have to make sure there are no rats.

-She looked at her spirit familiar, kamli nodded determinedly.

Yes, as long as I'm connected to you I can visit you at night and re-establish the connection so it doesn't weaken.

-You see it's no problem? It will all be temporary, unless you tamper with the pack-Laswell smiled-and I'll reinforce the magic of the collar so nothing happens, just don't go near the water.

-Ugh, damn Banshee. You always get away with it-Harper held out the necklace with a daisy-shaped crystal charm he had to Laswell.

-This is the best Banshee you'll ever meet in your life," the short-haired woman floated the necklace and filled the flower with her magic, "That will do, you leave tonight.

-I won't even have time to pack everything-Harper sighed as he put the necklace back on.

-Kamli can help you later," she said simply.

-Witch.

-always-Laswell smiled at her before returning to his report, he had to finish it by today-closing it carefully.

-I heard you," Kamli helped her to stop and they both left the office, completely ignoring the woman's inner prayers that everything would go smoothly and without mishap.

That the dark forces would protect and take care of the little flower she had for a friend.

chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...coming soon

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[deepbreathinandout]

(old draft of a silly fantasy i had, there would be more but i forgor and am lazy but if ppl like ill cont)

at my office cubicle, a stray hand wanders underneath my waistband without my control and begins to lightly tease me. shocked by the unconcious action, i speed to the bathroom with conspiciously carried coat over my rebellious hand. i run into a bathroom stall and both hands begin to tease more fervantly at my chest and crotch. whining at the low sensation, i clumsily strip out of my slacks and blazer, as my right hand gives an approving squeeze at my cunt, my head lolls back. the hands teasse my trembling body as i grind and buck my hips for more sensation from my hands, but they always stray just far enough away. suddenly, the door to the bathrooms swings open, and echoing high heels click against tile, louder and louder and louder. i suppress my whines as the the footsteps approach my stall, but the door swings open to reveal an enrapturing woman with dark hair smiling slightly at me. "my my, seems as though someone needs some assistance hm?"

#hypnok1nk #hypnosis #hypnosub #ghost fucker #queer nsft

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Steel (Dabi/Reader)

Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI

TW: knife play, degradation, scare actor Dabi, some blood

Gender Neutral AFAB reader

I peered out from behind a corner. The flashing lights and sweeping plumes of fog obscured my vision. I shifted onto the balls of my feet, trying to dull the click of my heels against the linoleum. Screams echoed through the winding hallways. I quickly ducked into a room. The decrepit wooden floors were scattered with debris. Old newspapers and thick white cobwebs. Thudding footsteps filled my ears. I quickly dove behind a dresser haphazardly placed in the corner of the room. The footsteps slowly grew closer, turning into thundering stomps.

“Oh come on. I saw you come in here,” the scare actor spoke loudly, swinging around his plastic machete. While it wasn’t real, it was still fun to pretend as if I were in a video game. I placed a hand over my mouth, stifling my laughter as I watched the actor frantically search for me. Cyan eyes snapped over to my location, squinting as he grinned widely. 

“There you are.” He chuckled, holding out a hand. “Come on, stand up.” He held out a hand for me. I laced my fingers with his. He pulled me to my feet, spinning me around so my back was against a wall. His palms slammed against the wall, caging me in. His painted face leaned in close to mine. 

“You gonna run, rabbit?” He asked, tapping me on the head with his prop machete. 

“Nice house of a thousand corpses reference,” I laughed lightly as my eyes scanned up and down his face. Sharp features were drowned out by layers of face paint. “Well, now I don’t want to.” I pouted. 

“Come on, doll, play along so I get paid.” He said, fingers grasping my chin. 

 “Give me a ten-second head start,” I said, pushing his arm so I could break free from his grip.

“Deal,” He smirked, stepping back, and twirling his machete between his fingers. I began sprinting down the hallway, glancing over my shoulder to see cyan eyes watching me run away. I ducked into a bathroom, what looked to be dried, brown blood was smeared across the white,  tiled room. Reminiscent of a saw movie, an ankle chain sat buckled around a pipe. The door squealed, the lock clicking in place as a familiar pair of hands blocked my exit. 

“I know we said ten seconds, but I can’t help myself.” He moved closer, machete clattering as he tossed it aside. His fingers slipped through my belt lips, pulling me close. His hot breath fanned against my neck. His lips lay just centimeters away from my heated skin. 

“Just so I know I didn't misconstrue this…do you want me to fuck you?” He licked a stripe up my neck, right up to my earlobe. His teeth sunk down on the flesh. 

“Looks like you have some brains in you after all.” I laughed, toying with the hem of his distressed shirt. He slipped the dirtied fabric over his head, revealing skin adorned with ink. “That thing is plastic, right?” I asked, pointing to the machete. He nodded, glancing back at the discarded prop. 

“You want a real blade?” He asked, fingers grabbing something from his back pocket. He revealed a small switchblade and flicked it open to reveal a small steel blade around four inches in length. “Safeword is clavicle,” he said, pushing my back against the sink. He held the blade's hilt in his mouth as his fingers quickly worked on the button of my jeans. He quickly yanked down the zipper and pushed the denim off of my hips. The material fell down my legs along with my underwear. I stepped out from the material. His hands moved to my shirt, quickly ridding the cloth from my body. I stood naked, leaning against the dirty sink as he eyed my body up like a predator of sorts. He grabbed the knife from his mouth and gripped it tightly in his hand. 

“You know, you really are bad at hiding,” he clicked his tongue, stepping closer to me. “Maybe I should carve you up. Teach you a fuckin’ lesson,” he said, dragging the blade up my thigh and to my hip. “Did you want me to find you? Want me to catch you again?” He pushed harder on the blade. The steel sunk into my skin just enough to pull bubbles of blood from my veins. “Huh?” I hissed at the sting of the blade. My skin began to heat up, my cheeks growing hot as he spoke again. 

“You want me to fucking use you?” He asked, teeth biting down on my neck. 

“Fuck, please!” I whined, my twitching hips pushing further into the blade. He quickly pulled the cold steel away from me, hands soothing over my quivering body. 

“Careful, baby. Don’t move too much. I’m not done with you yet.” He tucked the blade into his pocket and sunk down onto his knees. He grabbed my leg and threw it over his shoulder. He dove in, licking a thick stripe up my cunt. I gripped at his black hair, pulling his face closer to my aching clit. 

“Fuuuck,” I sighed, hips twitching as his tongue began flicking against my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My jaw went slack, and a stream of incomprehensible babbles slipped from my tongue like drool. Two fingers began circling my entrance, sinking in ever so slightly, just to pull back out again. I whimpered, thighs quaking around his head. He chuckled, the vibrations sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my core. 

“Ohhoh fuck,” my words began to slur together as his tongue drove me deeper into bliss. His fingers plunged inside me. My hands gripped the porcelain sink tightly, thigh squeezing tightly around his head. A sharp slice along my outer thigh sent me careening toward a violent climax. My fingers yanked on his messy black locks, drawing a moan from him. The vibrations from his throat sent painfully overstimulating pricks of sensation down my legs, to my toes which were now curling. Another sharp slice through my skin ripped another burning orgasm through my core. My muscles contracted and relaxed, spasming violently as he fucked me further into bliss. Lips wrapped around my clit, fingers thrusting in and out faster than before. I screamed, voice straining as liquid pooled from between my legs. He pulled his soaked face from between my legs, hands roughly gripping my hips and turning me over so my chest pressed against the sink. 

“Let’s see if we can get you to do that again, doll,” he smirked as he pulled his belt from the loops of his ripped jeans. My blurry eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. From underneath the smudged face paint were glimmers of pretty, pierced skin. “You on birth control?” He asked. I mumbled out a jumble of words. His fingers gripped my face, fingers digging into my cheeks to open my mouth. 

“Fucking answer.” He spat.

“Pill!” I answered through his intruding fingers. 

“That’s it, baby,” he smirked, fingers leaving my face, “See how easy it is when you just do what I say?” He pressed gentle kisses against my heated skin, over my neck, and down to my shoulder. The head of his cock began poking at my entrance, pushing in slowly. My teeth sunk down into my bottom lip as lines of barbells pressed against my insides.

“Mmg, fuck!” I moaned, legs shaking as he bottomed out. Soft pants escaped his lips, breathy moans slowly breaking down his tough exterior. His painted nails dug into my hips, leaving behind angry marks and droplets of blood. He started up a rough pace. His hard thrusts had my body rocking against the cold porcelain sink. Drool pooled from my lips, tongue only able to speak in slurred, incoherent babbles and pleas. My eyes painfully strained as they rolled back into my skull. With every tap against my cervix, and every brush of silver against my aching nerves, my body dove further into haze and static. Clouds of fog swarmed my thoughts, the only thing keeping me grounded being the rhythmic slap of his hips against my ass. My legs quivered, swaying and jolting as my muscle fibers went slack. 

“Can’t even- uhn- hold yourself up?” He asked, voice laced with lust. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, head falling back as his pace grew wild. He pressed the tip of the blade to my back. The sharp slice of metal against my skin had my stomach clenching as a wave of pleasure rolled through my body. 

“Oughta carve my name into you. Or should I just cum inside you?” He spoke through heavy breaths. My response was a whine, accompanied by my cunt clenching around his cock. 

“Mm, you want that?” He groaned, bringing the knife back down to my skin. Another slice across my skin sent me reeling into the depths of another climax. My count spasmed around his cock, milking him, pulling him closer to his climax. Another slice and he quickly pulled out. Through the reflection, I saw a bright flash, and then darkness. Fingers gripped my hair, pulling my chest away from the sink. I squinted as he shoved his phone in front of my face. 

“Look,” He Said, shaking my head. I opened my eyes, letting my vision focus on the image in front of me. It was a picture of my back, a bloody D carved into my skin. “How do you like being branded like fucking cattle,” 

“Fuck me. Please.” I spoke, wincing at the pain in my scalp. 

“Oh you’re a fucking delight, ain’t ‘cha?” He grinned, letting go of my hair. “You want my cock? You want to cum again?” He asked, spinning me around and pinning me against the cold tile. He grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me up and keeping me tight against the wall. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance. I nodded, unable to get out anything more than a whimper. He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. My tense muscles relaxed as I melted into his touch.

“You okay, babe?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my cheek and pulling back. I nodded and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. He slowly sunk his cock into me, breathy noises slipping from his lungs as he bottomed out.

The pace he set was slow but deep. My nails clawed up his back as my aching body was filled with pleasure again. My hoarse voice could only produce pants and soft whimpers. My lips, smudged and slick with saliva, stayed parted in a silent drawl of sorts. My eyes stared forward at the wall, and yet my vision was too faded and hazy to get a clear picture. My toes curled, stomach squeezing tight as I neared orgasm. His voice began to break and raise in pitch. His pace grew sloppy and erratic, his hold on my legs slipped slightly as he came. Warmth flooded my core, along with another burning orgasm that ripped my muscles and tugged at my tendons. His shaky hands ushered my feet to the floor. My legs buckled, my body plummeting forward into his chest. 

“Shit, okay.” He mumbled as he slowly lowered me to the floor. He kneeled in front of me, hand cupping my cheek. He pulled out his phone, flicking the screen on before quickly putting it back in his pocket. “I’m off in fifteen. How about you hang around and I’ll take you back to my place?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

“Tell me your name first.” I leaned into his touch, pressing a kiss to his hand. 

“It’s Dabi. I’m…uh…sorry for not telling you earlier.” He pulled my shirt over my head, adjusting the fabric so it lay evenly. “I’ll give you my number. That way I can text you once I’m out.” He offered, grabbing my jeans from behind him. He stood up, holding his hand out for me. I grabbed onto his hand and braced myself against the wall as he helped me up. He held my hips steady as I stepped into my jeans. I redid the button on the front, watching as he opened the contacts app on his phone. He held the device out for me. I smiled, taking it from his hands and quickly typing in my number. I handed the phone back to him. Stepping forward, I pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Your makeup is fucked up,” I told him as I approached the door. “See you in fifteen.”

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #read on ao3 #dabi smut #dabi x reader #touya smut #touya x reader #dabi x y/n #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction

[cosmos-coma]

Wisteria

A/N: hey-o, back at it again with a late valentines day piece because my brain loves possessive Yennefer.

Pairing: Yennefer of Vengeberg  x Reader

Words: ~750

Summary: Yennefer has planned a lovely evening for you two this Valentine's day, but Philippa seems bent on causing trouble for her possessive sister-in-arms.

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The stone hallways of the lodge echoed with your footsteps as you returned from dinner. A small smile lay gently on your lips as you made your way toward your room, to get ready. Most mages didn’t really care too much about the minor holidays, so many come to pass when you live for decades upon decades. But then again Yennefer wasn’t like most mages.

You and Yennefer had been together for just a decade now, a short time from a mage’s perspective, but still, every holiday feels like the first. The giddy rush of having someone by your side for the holiday of love coursed through you like adrenaline. 

You promised you’d meet her just as soon as you got into something more comfortable. You had just stepped out of your room, wrapped up in a delicate robe when you were interrupted. 

“My my… I haven't seen you dressed up like that around here before..” 

You sighed, something less weary and more annoyed, “hello, Philippa… I thought you'd be at the library,” you commented as you turned to her, looking into the ribbon that covered her eyes. “I also thought you couldn’t see” 

“A mage of everyone should know that eyes are only one way to see,” she commented, a sly smile on her lips and she reached out to touch the soft fabric. “Hmmm, what material… It feels like Skellige’s finest…” 

“Yen got it for me… she knows I miss the area,” you explained with pride, “just like I know that you’re only doing this to rile her up. What did she do this time?” you said with a half-heartedly amused smile.

She grinned as her fingers gently tugged on a curl of your hair, “She’s stolen a collection of my rare books. Only one set like it in the whole continent…” 

You shook your head and laughed a bit, “you two and your petty squabbles… you’re like sisters that steal each other's toys.”

“PHILIPPA!” You heard your beloved yell from down the hall, no doubt wondering what was taking so long. 

You felt little vines of Wisteria climb up your feet, wrapping possessively around your ankles as Yennefer drew closer. She looked absolutely enraged and her heels clacked menacingly against the tile floor. Her eyes glowed gently as magic welled up in her palms. 

“Hmm, I believe that’s my cue… I’ll be seeing you around, Y/n,” Philippa whispered to you with a grin and a kiss on the cheek before quickly fluttering off in her owl form. 

“That skeeving…” Yennefer grumbled under her breath until you caught her cheek in your hand. Anger instantly ebbed away as her violet eyes softened. 

“Calm down, my flower… you’ve scared her off for now,” you said with a chuckle. “You know she only does this to mess with you. This is why you can't keep taking her books…” 

“She knows you're off limits, she knows you’re MINE!” Yen yelled pointedly down the hall, being met with hooting laughter from down the hall. The thin vines around your ankles tightened snugly around you, responding to the sorceress's intense emotions. 

You only shook your head, leaning down to delicately unwind the plant, “Well I’m going to your room, you can either come with me or you can go smite your sister in arms…” You said, not even waiting for her answer as you continued making your way down the hall.

“I… “ Yen groaned momentarily, mourning the opportunity, as she followed quickly in your footsteps. “You’re the only one who can sway me like that…” 

You threw a smile back at her, shrugging your robe a little lower on your shoulders, “I know; I do my best not to abuse it.” you chuckled as you stopped at her doorway. 

She slid in front of you and took your hand as the door pushed open, revealing an utterly romantic sight. The books that used to cover the desk and floors were all neatly stacked on the bookshelves. Candles glowing with pink light floated about the room, casting a soft and loving glow over the large bed. 

You grinned as you stepped inside, poking the nearest candle and watching it bob and move around as if in water. “My flower,  this is amazing… I can’t imagine how much energy this took though.”  

“It's all worth it for you, my dear…” she said with a smile- one that quickly turned mischievous- “Now come and show me exactly what it is you changed into so I can get you out of it even quicker.”

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[leelahsrose]

HONEY | L.M. & K.G.

chapter eight.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨—𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨."

-Sza, Circa 2023

THE TAYLOR RESIDENCE

the story of

DETROIT

khaleesi

FUTURE

and ace.

CHAPTER TWO.

If you told me a year ago that I would have two beautiful kids with the most notorious dealers in Detroit I'd tell you you're lying. Kamari I would believe but Ace, not so much. Mari is chill, calm and calculated with his moves—very strategic might I add. Shy, but very emotionally intelligent. Ace, a wildcard and—well, do I even need to say much he's a fire sign. That night in the diner was considered iconic, memorable even.

It triggered the beef between Mari and my brother even more, Ace and Q were allies and it only made things worse. Little did I know, the man I met that night would be someone I'd come to love for the next couple of months—a love that grew so much we created a baby girl, Alari.

•••

Kamari had not talked to Khaleesi since last night, she kept watching the clock—bored with each passing second. She was concerned, was he okay? Things got hectic, his friends dropped her off with no words—just silence. She takes another bite of her oats and chews them slowly, she just wants to be in his presence. Khaleesi hears her phone ring and jumps, she drops her spoon ignoring the loud clattering of the glass.

"Unknown caller?" She furrows her eyebrows and answers out of curiosity.

"Hello?"

"Leesi." The man's voice from last night vibrating through her ear, her mouth slightly open as she's lost on what to do. "I know you on the other side."

"How did you get my shit?"

"Calm down with all that, I just wanna talk."

"About?"

"Your brother know you fucking enemies?" She heard his footsteps walking, pacing back and forth—Khaleesi's heart dropping to the pit of her stomach.

"I'll fucking kill you if you-"

"What I say?" Khaleesi scoffs and hangs up on him out of impulse. She breathes heavily watching as he calls back, her finger pressing on the green button.

"Nigga, fuck you." Khaleesi says as quietly as she can.

"I don't think you'd be doing all that talking if we got to know each other for real. Outside, 5 minutes."

"No."

"I'll come in this bitch and get you personally." Khaleesi leans her head back looking toward the doorway, she speed walks over to the foyer—her bare feet patting against the tile. She opens the door and he leans on the entrance, that same cheeky smile on his face. "What's up?" A cut going across his cheek, she eyes it making him touch it gently. "Don't worry, I'm good."

"I don't care, are you insane?"

"Are you impressed?"

"Ayo!" Q Taylor shouts from behind him, pulling up in an all black G-wagon. Music coming from his car and echoing into the atmosphere, he takes a swisher from out of his mouth. "Ace, bruh, suppliers not coming in till later. Ma dukes making dinner, 2K on the TV. Lil sis, what's up? Why you standing in the door, goofy."

He smashes Khaleesi's hair and she sighs out of irritation hitting him in his arm, he bucks at her and she pushes her finger back against his forehead. Ace laughs at the two and she glares at him quickly while fixing her hair. "I'm going to my room, don't be obnoxious. Bitch ass niggas." Khaleesi screams as she walks up the stairs, they look back at her.

"Aye." They say in unison, she stomps her way to her room—slamming the door behind her. She had came back down an hour later, all dressed up and smelling like a field of fresh flowers. Her hair curled to perfection and parted in the middle—her heels clacking on the stone stairs.

"Where you going?" Ace stands in front of the island making him a sandwich, he squeezes a generous amount of mustard on the bread.

"None of your business."

"Hope it's not with that traitor ass nigga." His voice increasing on the certain word, she widens her eyes then looks around the living room quickly—Q nowhere to be found. "He's not here." Khaleesi crosses her legs and flicks her hair out of her face, he takes a bite of his sandwich then nods his head.

"What do you want?"

"I don't want nothing from you, love."

"Then what? You're just going to hang this over my head?"

"Why you so uptight with me? That shit gotta stop."

"Excuse me?" Khaleesi sees him shaking his head, chuckling. "You're impossible!" She walks toward the door, hearing his footsteps—rolling her eyes. "Nigga, I swear to god if you grab me!" He places his hand on her shoulder, Leesi turns around slapping him on the cheek. He pushes her back onto the door, Khaleesi exhaling deeply while coming face-to-face with him.

"There you go, you calm?"

"Very much so."

"Mhm."

"Move." He looks her up and down then backs away, Khaleesi eyes him while turning around.

"My bad, I'll give you your space."

"Yea, do that."

"Do me a favor, before you leave? Ask Kamari about his plan to kill your brother and you."

"What?" Khaleesi's eyebrows crease as she turns around completely, staring at him dumbfounded. "He would never."

"No, I would never lie to you."

"You tweaking."

"Me? Shawty, your man is planning on killing you and you talking about me?" He scowls and strolls back to the kitchen, taking ahold of his sandwich and biting into it for the second time—the crunch of the potato chips on the bread irritating Khaleesi even more. "I'm tryna save you."

"I'll ask him myself." He looks up at her, putting his sandwich down then shifting back and forth on his feet—standing still. "He wouldn't do this, you're a fucking liar."

"Be mad at me all you want, I'm not letting you go over there, forget it." The shining golds on his selected teeth peek out at her when she glances in his direction—making sure she had enough time, Khaleesi opens the door leaving swiftly.

"Khaleesi! Yo." She races to her car in her heels, chuckling—she didn't look back once. "You better not get in that damn car." Leesi climbs in and slams her door, she locks the vehicle then sticks her tongue out at him. "I swear on everything! You stubborn as hell." He pulls on the handle then kicks the door, Khaleesi holds up her middle finger. "Mhm, keep that same energy when I get ahold of ya ass."

She pulls off turning up the music on the radio, Khaleesi sits back and shakes her hair from her face. What he said about Kamari sticks to her mind, he wouldn't—would he? Khaleesi had already been through this with Kali, hearing it again had to mean it was true. And who did this man think he was? She thinks rather loudly, his cologne still lingering around her nostrils. The way he handled her though? She scrunches up her nose then shakes her head, she doesn't want to think too deeply on it.

•••

"𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩. 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩."

-Tink, Circa 2024

She knew this was going to be hard, Khaleesi didn't want to just come out asking about the elephant on her mind. She hears the rambunctious music on the other side of the door, looking down the dim hallway once again before knocking. She shifts back and forth on her feet, fumbling with her fingers. When he takes longer than expected she begins to get nervous, emotional even.

Khaleesi bangs on the door now, she sighs stepping back for a second. "Mari!"

It opens and Kamari comes out, he jerks Khaleesi in and she gasps. "How the hell you get here?" She wraps her arms around his neck, throwing all of her weight on him—he hugs her back tightly. "Baby, what's wrong? Who messed with you?" Khaleesi leans back, tears streaming down her face. Kamari grabs her waist then glances over at the men in the living room, looks of concern on their faces.

She concealed hers into his shoulder as Kofi walks over, Kamari looks at him then walks the both of them past the living room and down the corridor. They go into the bedroom and Khaleesi takes a seat on the bed, she swipes at her tears—preventing the rest from sliding down. The diamonds on her long nails shimmering under the LED lights, Kamari walks up to her—placing his hand on her cheek. "What happened?"

"Someone," Khaleesi clears her throat then tried her best to look up at him, her eyes landing on Kamari after a few seconds, "they told me you want to kill Q and m-me."

"Whose this someone?"

"That's not the point, Kamari."

"It's the main damn point, what are we talking about right now?" Khaleesi stands up making him back up a little, she presses on his chest when he wouldn't move out of the way. "Khaleesi."

"I don't want to do this with all the yelling and cussing."

"Do what? What are we doing? Hm?" He gets in her face, she stares up at him—their lips grazing. He leans down just an inch, kissing her—Khaleesi moans then places her arms around his neck once again. He bends down to pick her up—just to lay her on the bed, he pulls her dress up then tugs her underwear off.

She sits up watching his tongue attack her clit, her back feeling weak as she falls back onto the mattress—Khaleesi whimpers bringing her hands over her breast. "Oh shit, baby." She pushes him and he smiles at her kissing her deeply, his teeth biting down gently on her bottom lip. "We have to stop... Mari."

"You want me to stop? Is that what you want me to do?" He says, while going back down in between her thighs, Khaleesi breathes softly preparing to feel him on her again. His tongue flicks onto her clit, she gasps—her hand holding on to the back of his neck as she rolls her hips. "You don't want me to stop for real."

"Mari, oh my- fuck yes." She cries as the pressure between her hips causes her vision to cloud. He kisses her clit one more time before standing up and pulling her closer to him. "We can't, we can't we have to talk." Khaleesi exhales, her chest heaving up and down as she presses a kiss on his lips. "Mari, I love you."

"I love you."

"Then tell me the truth, please." He looks at her, his hands relaxing on her waist.

"There was a plan- Khaleesi listen, we only had it just in case anything went left when I met you." She shakes her head, shoving her body against his—she pushes him harder this time and with her hands. "Leesi."

"You planned this whole thing? You were using me to get back at Q."

"No, fuck no it's not like that."

"Then what's it like? I trusted you."

"No, Khaleesi listen, please." She stands up getting away from him swiftly, her hands moving him. "I'm not going nowhere, so fuck that shit."

"I don't want to talk to you, we're done, Mari."

"The fuck? No the hell we not." Khaleesi turns toward him and crosses her arms over her chest, she pulls her dress down then grabs her purse off the bed. "Let's finish talking."

"No, I want to leave," Kamari clenches his jaw and watches as Khaleesi fixes her hair. They stood on the opposite sides of the room, he wants to be close to her but she wasn't allowing it—her walls shooting up in an instant.

"I don't know what the hell you did in your last shit but you ain't running from this, we not done talking and we not done." He walks over to her and she steps back, turning her head away from him. "Don't be like that."

"You have five minutes."

"We had a plan just in case things went left and clearly they didn't. Yes, I planned the meet up at the gas station but you already knew I was crazy, Khaleesi. We thought you might be on Q's side but clearly you stand by yourself and I'm sorry. Baby, I'm sorry, you can be mad at me as long as you want but we not breaking up."

"I have to think."

"Okay, then think here."

"No, Mari. I just need to be away from you. I can't trust you, not right now."

"I don't wanna be away from you." She could feel his intense stare on her, Khaleesi breaks away and opens the bedroom door. She walks out quickly, tears threatening to fall down her face once again. Kofi walks up and holds his hands up, she shakes her head and leaves. "Nigga, you just let her go?" Kamari runs out into the hallway, his friend looking confused.

"I don't know what's going on, nigga!" He catches up to her, grabbing onto her hand.

"Leesi, please." Kamari pulls her in, she hits him against his chest and he grunts reaching for her once again.

"Leave me alone!"

"No, you not leaving here till we on good terms. I gotta know you coming back to me. Fuck, Leesi just stay." She glares at him pulling her hand away from him. "We don't gotta touch, look at each other, none of that I just want you here." She wanted to give in so badly, the way he was looking at her was filled with nothing but love and admiration.

"I wanna leave, Mari."

"Okay, okay. Just promise me, you'll call me when you get home." His hand holding on to her wrist softly, he looks at her for several seconds. "Let me take you home."

"No, I want someone else too." She couldn't even look at him, she could feel the disapproval radiating off his body.

"Okay... Khaleesi, I love you."

"I know."

•••

Kofi had dropped Khaleesi back off at her car then followed her on the way, he didn't go far into the neighborhood—just close enough to make sure she made it. She parks her

Altima and collapses onto the steering wheel, Khaleesi feels tears pricking at her eyes and groans out of frustration. "Not right now." Her voice soft and breaking with each second, Khaleesi gets out and treads toward the house.

She walks inside then furrows her eyebrows when she steps into a cloud of smoke—yelling coming from the living room.  She coughs and shoos the smell away from her nose—Khaleesi glances toward the kitchen seeing Ace, Q, and his friends around the island smoking and watching a fight on the small television diagonal from the microwave. "Why tonight?"

"Afternoon, Leesi." She gestures at the men standing near the door with AK's around their bodies, her hands rubbing her eyes out of exhaustion. Coming home to her brothers obnoxious meetups was nothing new, in fact, it happened almost every night when she was in high school.

Ace spots Khaleesi and subtly eyes her, she drags her body upstairs—fantasizing about laying in her bed and crashing for the night. She barges into her room and falls on the soft sheets, Leesi screams into the comforter then sighs heavily when she realizes that that didn't solve anything. She hears a knock on her door and sits up quickly, Ace standing at the entrance.

"I heard you scream, trouble in paradise?"

"Yo, get the fuck out my room!" She yells and grabs a pillow throwing it at his face. Khaleesi stomps up to him then without thinking, swings her arm back and punches him right on the cheek. His head moving carelessly to the right, she steps back her mind racing.

Her hands clasped over her mouth out of shock, Ace moves his jaw to the left—then to the right. He moves toward her and she backs up gradually, one foot behind the other.

The silence in the room so deafening it was suffocating, her hair falling over her face for the thousandth time today. Ace leans down kissing her, their lips smacking against one another. Leesi moans under her breath, her body wanting his touch.

They pull away, their breathing now the only audible thing in the room—her eyelids slowly falling on his face. He was getting excited and she could tell, glancing down at the print outlining his sweats. "What you tryna do?"

His voice low and seductive-like, he leans forward to kiss her again—she lifts up and he pulls back before his lips could hit hers. They kiss once again, Khaleesi could feel her body getting feeble—her hand laying on his cheek as he takes off his jacket. Her palms sliding down the multiple tattoos etched in his skin, he lets it drop to the floor then pulls her body closer to him by her shirt. She gasps feeling his hand grab ahold of her neck, Khaleesi whimpers—the kiss becoming deeper.

"Ace." She begs and he pulls away smiling against her lips.

"Shut the fuck up."  He pushes her against the dresser, everything was moving so fast she couldn't keep up. "You wanna hit me, now you wanna say my name? I'm confused." Her hands gripping on his wrist as he stares down at her, the tension between them was dense. Her panties soaking by now, he squeezes the sides of her neck causing Khaleesi to kiss him suddenly once again.

He pulls her away, only to pick her up into his arms and place her on the dresser. "You want me all in that pussy, don't you?" His raspy voice vibrating against her mouth, Khaleesi moans—a sharp gasp coming from her lips when she feels his fingers massage onto her clit. Her eyes slightly rolling into the back of her head, he hums in agreement—loving the way she looks in this moment. "Wet ass pussy, fuck."

"Fuck, Ace." She says as quietly as she could, the bedroom door still open. Their lips meeting once again, his tongue slipping into her mouth—a moan going into his.

"Say my name like that again and I'mma turn you the fuck out." He says, softly—breaking away, his fingers coming out from between her thighs. Ace grins, moving from her completely—he picks up his jacket. His teeth biting on the corner of his bottom lip as he looks at Khaleesi's embarrassed figure. "We good?" She stands up straight, straightening her dress hurriedly.

"Yes, sorry. For hitting you, I mean."

"No worries, a nigga got studying to do—give me your phone." Her eyes dart across the room searching for it, she spots it then unlocks the device seeing that Kamari had called her several times. "Hubby call?" She gasps when she realizes he was right in front of her, his hand held out.

"Don't accidentally hit his contact."

"I got this." She watches him carefully as he punches a few keys on the board, Khaleesi peeks over at the screen watching him. She glances up at Ace and he leans down placing a tender kiss on her lips. "Block him." He hands her the phone back, their eyes on one another.  "I'mma hit you up, stay away from that nigga." His voice was earnest, Khaleesi nods her head hesitantly as he walks out of the bedroom.

She relaxes against the dresser, her body tense. Her fingers playing with the bottom of her dress randomly, she didn't know what to do with herself. "What the fuck just happened?" Khaleesi's head switches over to the door, Kali stands there her face filled with confusion. "Girl, are you talking to Ace? What about Kamari?"

Khaleesi rolls her eyes and rushes her sister out of her room quickly, Kali yells trying to keep the door open. "Leesi!"

"I'll tell you later, I need to meditate!" She shuts it completely.

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Girls Night Out

Post-Gauntlet Keme & Elara friendship fic bc I caught a plot gizka off the most recent time through. ft Jaxo's Checking In mission and Elara giving relationship advice :3 [~3500 words]

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The medcenter hallway was 763 tiles long.

Keme knew this because she'd counted them while pacing. Thrice.

The lovely thing about being Havoc's CO was that it allowed her to know the "status of her team" but didn't necessarily let her do what she wanted with that information. Which was why she was here, in the kriffing hallway, instead of in there. When the medcenter said no visitors they meant it. No exceptions for commanding officers.

She'd memorized the list of Jorgan's injuries, too.

Which was why she was here. Pacing the hallway. Instead of out enjoying the brief--rare--shore leave, or restocking, or any of the half dozen other things she could think to do.

It was hard to read the words "punctured lung" and not worry.

Keme finally halted and slouched in one of the barely-padded chairs, fingers nervously tapping the armrest as she stared at the wall. Please be okay.

[Punctured lung. Multiple contusions and blaster burns from sustained heavy fire. Significant plasma burns to left leg, extensive bone and nerve damage; below knee amputation recommended. Potential retinal--]

Footsteps echoed down the austere hall and Keme snapped to her feet. Her shoulders dropped fractionally seeing it was Dorne.

"Not to be insubordinate, Major-" the other woman began, settling into parade rest posture when she reached Keme.

Keme waved off the concern. "We're on leave, Elara. And regardless, if you're about to dispense medical advice, it's hardly insubordinate for you to do your job." She shifted her weight, fighting the urge to pace again.

"Very well. You should go do something, Keme. This" --she gestured to the hallway-- "is not healthy for you, and it isn't helping anyone."

Keme snorted and rubbed at gritty eyes with the heel of one hand. "Like what, Elara? I don't have anyone to visit, I'm not much for shopping, and I'll bet my next three paychecks I couldn't focus on a book or vid to save my--"

Her comm beeped with a message notification. Keme frowned. Garza or the medtechs would've commed, no reason for her parents to be contacting her right now... She spotted a terminal and headed for it, Elara on her heels.

"Something the matter, sir?" Elara asked.

"Don't know yet." Keme signed in and pulled up her messages. There were two--one text, one audio. The text file proved to be the official notice of their promotions; major for her, captain for Jorgan, lieutenant for Dorne, and the medals and commendations earned on the Gauntlet mission.

"Would've made captain soon if Command hadn't hung me out to dry." She chucked internally at the memory. Hope this wasn't too much of a delay for you.

The audio message was from Jaxo. "Hey, hotshot, heard you're back on Coruscant, with leave no less. Some friends and I were equally lucky, and we're gonna do something fun with it. Swing by if you wanna join us."

"That sounds like someone you could visit," Elara commented. "As a distraction."

Keme rolled her eyes as she closed down the terminal. "C'mon, how much fun d'you think I'll be tonight?"

"You never know," Elara said with a shrug. "Maybe once you start relaxing, it'll help more than you expect."

Keme chewed the inside of her cheek. Under other circumstances, it would be fun. Maybe she should give it a shot. "I'll go if you come with me."

Elara arched a brow. "I wasn't invited."

"So I'm inviting you," Keme said. "I'll tell Jaxo since we both have leave we're a package deal."

"Oh, alright. If it'll get you out of here."

Keme gave a wry smile. "Guess this means we need to go find other outfits, that fit the tone of having fun better."

"I suppose we should," Elara said with a faux-sigh, and they started down the hall.

Keme couldn't help a last look back over her shoulder, as if that would make a doctor materialize with an update and justify her staying.

It didn't.

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This cantina was too loud. The first couple hadn't been bad, which almost made the pounding music and din of customer chatter worse. Keme took the drink--gizer ale--Jorda clumsily shoved in her hands and surveyed the crowd. Dancing, drinking...

The song changed and Keme wrinkled her nose. It was too loud to think in here, let alone really talk. She took a sip of her drink as that clicked. The other places they'd hit so far; five of the eight Jaxo had tallied at the start, were busy, noisy, but not so much to prevent conversation. She could listen to Jorda or Keran's war stories, Jaxo regaling them with one of her declassified exploits, and it was at least somewhat the distraction she needed.

With this place too loud to think, her thoughts were slipping back to the default track, even as she sought some level of refuge at the high tables away from the dance floor.

Punctured lung. Multiple contusions and blaster burns from sustained heavy fire. Significant--

"Hey." Jaxo hoisted herself up on one of the other tall chairs. "This seems a dang'rous combo with drunk people," she muttered, briefly distracted, before looking back at Keme. "Why don't you look like you're havin' fun? The whole point of this is t' have fun!"

"It's too loud in here." Wasn't technically a lie; she was all but hollering just to talk. "Can hardly hear myself think."

Jaxo snorted. "Y' aren't s'pposed to think, you're s'pposed to dance, have fun, drink people under the table." She studied Keme for a moment, expression sobering at the half-shrug she got in response. "You've been quiet all night, come to think. Dorne looks like she's havin' more fun than you." She lightly kicked the side of Keme's boot. "Didn't you just save the Republic an' get a big promotion?"

"Yeah," Keme acknowledged, distracted by a specific flicker of movement as Elara worked her way through the crowd.

"Well, I've about had my fill of this sort of fun," she commented, setting her half-drunk Johrian whiskey on the table and claiming the remaining chair.

Jaxo rolled her eyes. "Think you've rubbed off on your CO, Dorne; she'd rather sit an' mope into her drink than celebrate."

Elara let the jibe roll off without acknowledgement, giving her attention to the latter part. "The promotion may be cause for celebration, but since the squad XO was seriously injured in the course of that mission, I think her reticence is understandable, don't you?"

Jaxo had the grace to wince at the explanation. "Didn't know that part, sorry, major." She nudged Keme's shoulder. "Still, you being all sullen an' worrying isn't gonna help him get better any faster, right?" Isn't it better to be in a good frame of mind for dealing with whatever Command throws your way?" She glanced around the room, did a double take and grinned when it passed over the others from their group. "Looks like Keran found us some new friends." She slid off the seat, tottered a little finding her balance, and flashed Keme a genuine smile. "Hope you'll feel up to joining us, hotshot."

Keme appreciated Elara's silence as they watched her leave, headed for the gaggle of clean-cut 'friends' who had joined Keran and Jorda.

"How d'you think she'd feel, knowing she agreed with you?" Keme sighed, folding her hands over her cup and resting her chin atop them.

"About what?" Elara took another sip of her whiskey.

"Relaxing's the point of shore leave. Unwinding so you're ready for your next assignment." She tried not to dwell on the likelihood Havoc would be running a member short for whatever theirs was.

The song changed, something slightly quieter, and she sighed in relief at the reprieve.

A small smile tugged Elara's lips and she swirled the remaining whiskey in her glass. "True as that is, and as good as it would be for your mental state regardless, I think you were 'wound' a bit further than the rest of us, so it follows it'll take you longer to unwind."

"But you two also have a point there," Keme said, idly watching the animated body language of Jaxo and Keran's "friends". A challenge had clearly been issued; Jorda plunked a tray of shots down on the table. "What good does worrying do? Not gonna speed up the healing process, not even gonna magically create an exception to the 'no visitors' policy." She straightened with a huff. "But it's like I can't help myself."

"Well, I'd say concern for your people when they get injured in the line of duty makes you a good CO." Elara raised her glass and slanted a mischievous look at Keme over the rim. "Though I'm under no illusions it would be quite so much a... distraction, in my case."

Keme made a strangled noise of indignation. "I- You're my friend, of course I'd worry-!"

"I know, and I'd appreciate it," Elara said with a smile. A loud whoop dragged their attention to where Jaxo was clearly winning whatever game was going on. "I also know this is different."

"No point playing dumb, huh?" Keme groaned and rubbed her temples. "It is and I don't know why."

Elara scoffed, barely audible under the music. "No? Need I remind you the ship's medbay is right next to the armory?" She arched a brow. "Or that I have functional ears and it isn't as if you two whisper?"

She should probably be a little embarrassed by the implication, but she wasn't. Keme slugged down half her drink in a go, cleared her throat at the burn. "Then you know it's just been talking." So far, she added mentally. "Maybe a little flirting, but nothing serious, nothing to justify wringing my hands over him getting hurt. 'Specially in this line of work."

Elara studied her. "Keme." She set her now-empty glass on the table. "Jorgan didn't just 'get hurt', he was seriously injured, almost died--"

"Thanks for preventing that, by the way," Keme muttered into her drink, suppressing a flinch at hearing it so bluntly.

"You're welcome. My point is, just because you two have been outwardly taking your time, exhibiting caution due to your positions, doesn't mean your heart was on the same timetable." She leaned back in her chair. "You've not done anything by half-measure since I met you, it would hardly be a surprise for this to follow the pattern. And... close calls like this can easily serve as catalyst for realizing the true depth of feelings."

"Very astute." Keme finished the last swallow of her drink and slid off the seat to stretch. "Both the advice and the noticing."

"As I said, it's not hard to pick up." Elara smiled and likewise slid out of her chair. The song changed back to something that pounded, prompting the two of them to head for the relative quiet of the street.

"Well, in that case, thanks for not reporting me for fraternization or something," Keme said dryly, taking a deep breath of comparatively cooler air.

"I don't see a need," Elara said, shrugging. "It's clearly mutual, and hasn't kept either of you from doing your jobs, quite well. So long as it doesn't interfere with operational effectiveness, I don't see it as my place to report anything you or Captain Jorgan haven't, sir."

Keme slanted a glance her way, smirked at the mischief glinting in her friend's eyes. "You playing matchmaker now, LT?"

(A small but undeniable pulse of glee burrowed through her gnawing worry at 'clearly mutual'.)

Elara tilted her head, brows arching in faux-innocence. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, major. Should I stop??"

"Depends, do you think I need the help?"

"I have every confidence in your ability to pursue a man who's interested in you," Elara deadpanned. "If that's what you're asking."

Keme snorted. "Thanks. Then I guess it's just a matter of if you wanna be complicit should we get written up for fraternization down the line."

Elara perked up. "Oh, there's a form authorizing romantic relationships."

Of course there is. And of course you knew about it off the top of your head. "Great, more paperwork. Jorgan'll be thrilled."

"I think he'd do it for you."

"I think we should wait until it's actually a relationship before we worry about that, rather'n just flirting, huh?"

"If you insist," Elara said with a shrug.

Keme wondered what the odds were that form would be downloaded and waiting to be called for, when she was ready. Probably pretty high. She looked up, watching the racing lights of traffic flight paths for a minute. "Thanks, Elara. 'M sorry Jaxo's not exactly warm and welcoming, but I'm glad you came along."

"I was an unexpected addition," Elara said mildly. "And I'm far from ignorant of my reputation among Republic personnel. Their opinion of me is their business. Staying true to myself is mine."

Keme nodded. Good outlook. "How much d'you think it would shock them if we rejoin and I said you're the one who talked me out of moping and into havin' fun?"

Elara snickered. "Oh, that might almost be worth stretching the truth."

It wasn't that much of a stretch; talking about her muddled feelings had helped her feel better. More like celebrating. But they didn't get a chance to run their experiment. Even as they turned to head back inside, Jaxo and the others emerged from the cantina.

"Another one down," Jaxo crowed, hooking an arm around Keran's neck. "An' our tab's covered 'cause I drank her Navy buddies under the table!"

Ah. So that's who they were. "Quite the achievement," Keme drawled. "Where to next?"

"Done moping, major?" Jaxo teased.

Keme shrugged. "You and Elara made some good points. Tonight should be for fun."

Jaxo was too tipsy to hide her surprise. "Yeah? Glad we, uh, got through to you. We still have two stops left, hotshot. I expect you to pull your weight for them."

"Aye, aye," Keme said with a mock salute that Jorda found hilarious from her loud bout of laughter.

"Right then." Jaxo steered the group toward a taxi stand. "On to the Sloppy Tauntaun!"

Keme gave a startled bark of laughter. "That is not its name!"

"Oh, you're in for a treat," Jaxo sniggered as they piled into a cab. "Hole in the wall cantinas are the best."

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Keme wasn't completely sure she'd agree with Jaxo's assessment once they're had their fun at the ironically well-kept Sloppy Tauntaun--she preferred cantinas with a bit of polish--but the drinks were good and they did have fun.

Last stop was the Silent Sun because it was closest to Jaxo's place. Smart move on her part; Jorda couldn't make it more than a few steps without giggling, Keran and Elara were weaving a little, and even with her slow start, Keme was feeling the buzz of not-quite-drunk(but more-than-tipsy). Still. She could walk a straight line, so not too bad. And she knew now Elara could match Jaxo shot for shot, which was fun information and had definitely increased Jaxo's opinion of the Havoc medic.

They'd turned down the hallway to Jaxo's place, Jorda now leaning on Elara while Jaxo punched in her access code--it took two tries, Maybe she was more plastered than she showed--when Keme's datapad beeped. She glanced at it out of habit.

Medcenter alert.

The pleasant alcohol buzz was gone.

She didn't open the message but its mere arrival was a reminder of reality.

Later. I'll deal with it after we leave. It still felt like her datapad was burning a hole in her pocket. She shook it off and followed the others into Jaxo's place. There was still the harsh reality of she couldn't do anything(except pace a groove in the hall), anyway.

"Hey. "Jorda's hand settled heavy on her shoulder. "You're amazing, y'know?" She blinked like a newly-sighted loth-kitten. "J'st amazing. Savin' our butts on Quesh? The Gauntlet? Amazing," she proclaimed with all the gravitas of an emphatic drunk.

"Thank you, Jorda," Keme said with a chuckle.

Elara materialized, gently tugging on Jorda's arm. "I think it would be best for you to lie down a bit, Corporal. Jaxo said you can use her bed, come on."

"Well, this was fun," Keran drawled as Keme joined her and Jaxo. "'Specially now that you've guaranteed I'll get heckled for the next month."

"Hey," Jaxo said with a grin and shrug. "If your Navy buddies can't drink a sweet little thing like me under the table, that's their problem, not yours. You heckle them right back."

Keran laughed. "Good plan. On that note, I better get going. We ship out late tomorrow, so I should work on sleeping off the incoming hangover. See ya 'round, Jaxo, Major."

"Later, Keran," Jaxo said, turning to Keme as Keran headed out. "Glad you made it. Even if it took a while for you to get in the spirit."

"I did need the distraction," Keme allowed, trying not to dwell on the medcenter alert. "Sorry I was a bit of a drag."

"Hey." Jaxo shrugged. "While I'm of a mind we should enjoy the good times when she get 'em, you had a pretty decent reason for that being tricky." She hesitated a moment, smile tugging her lips, then, "I gotta ask, this XO of yours... wouldn't happen to be the grumpus watchin' your six when we worked together, would it?"

Keme huffed a laugh. "Yeah. He's good at it."

"'Course he is." Jaxo snickered and sobered. "Well, I wish him a speedy recovery. And maybe Havoc can wrap this war up quick for us, huh?"

"You lookin' to swap for a desk job, Sergeant?" Keme teased.

Jaxo barked a laugh. "Please. I'd go insane inside a month." Her gaze flicked to the side as Elara rejoined them. "Am I gonna need to clean any of my stuff?"

Elara shook her head. "Not so far. But I would advise making sure she stays hydrated."

Jaxo gave a mock salute. "Aye, aye." She flopped back on the couch. "I'll let you two go. Thanks for coming."

"Yeah, sure," Keme said with a wave as she and Elara made for the door. "Thanks for the invite."

"Anytime, Major," Jaxo called after them just before the door closed.

They had to keep an eye for gangsters and so didn't have time for conversation until they were in the speeder back to the Senate district.

"Glad you went?" Elara asked lightly.

"Yeah. Needed the distraction," Keme said even as she dug out her datapad and pulled up the unread message. "Unfortunately, reality is persistent and has really bad timing..." She only skimmed the first couple sentences before handing the datapad to Elara. "Medcenter alert. You're better with parsing the jargon than I am."

One corner of Elara's mouth twitched and she took the datapad, lips moving silently as she read. "It's a treatment update... they were able to repair the retinal damage with no scarring..."

Good the squad sniper's vision isn't compromised, Keme thought sardonically, something tight easing in her chest.

"...they did have to amputate, the requisition for a cybernetic leg is attached. Being in SpecForce, particularly Havoc, that should be filled by end of day tomorrow; Command will want their top unit at full strength ASAP..." she read further. "...overall prognosis is good; full recovery and return to duty within two standard weeks."

"That fast?!" Keme blurted. She wanted Jorgan back, no question, but not because the medcenter rushed him out the door.

"The miracle of kolto," Elara said, shutting down the datapad and handing it back.

"And skilled medical personnel, and you," Keme added, tucking the datapad away. The tightness in her chest and gut eased further.

Elara arched a brow. "Wouldn't I fall under 'skilled medical personnel'?"

"No, 'cause you saved his damn life in the field, without access to all the fancy equipment here, that puts you in a category all your own, Dorne," Keme retorted.

"Don't forget Forex while you're doling out praises," Elara said, glancing at the buildings whizzing by.

"Oh, never. I've already bugged Garza twice about giving him whatever's the best commendation we can wrangle for a droid." Keme smirked a little, toying with the clasps of her jacket. "Squad loyalty and cohesion are grand."

"Your leadership's helped us get there," Elara said. "You're a fine commanding officer, and if I may say so, an even better friend."

"You may, and thank you." Keme shifted in her seat as the speeder pad came into view. "You're a good friend, too, Elara. Right down to talkin' me into girls' night out when I wasn't sure about it."

"That's what friends are for, sir," Elara said as the speeder settled on the pad and they climbed out. "As well as supporting you in rough times," she added when Keme's gaze went toward the medcenter. "Heading back?"

"Just to check in. Then--unless by some miracle the 'no visitors' policy has vanished--it's back to the Starbreaker for some rest."

"Sounds like a plan."

Keme nodded absently. Her bunk on the ship would be more comfortable than a medcenter chair, at least.

And she could always resume counting hallway tiles in the morning.

#queens fic #kementari rand #elara dorne #keme/jorgan #swtor #swtor fic #keme 🤝 tel: thinking elara is the best damn medic in the galaxy #love that keme's all ''we haven't done more than talk/lil flirt idk how serious it is'' when the VERY NEXT romance conversation #is the ''i've been watching your back alright'' + first kiss one #like #keme bABE #if the bragging about sniping range wasn't enough #the Giving You Jewelry should have been #and elara's just enjoying the show like >:3

[gluttonygirls]

Cafeteria snacks are needed, you need the energy Krab-

thickassjpegs

then the cafeteria!

"As if they'd have anything that isn't all old~"

Chuckling as I make my way through the hospital, delicately stepping over old equipment and knocked over furniture, my heels loudly click along the tiles as I make my way to the cafeteria. Everything echoes strangely in this huge, empty building, distorted sounds bouncing back at me.

It's just my footsteps.

Eventually making my way to the cafeteria, I playfully hip check the doors open. It sends up a cloud of dust, forcing me to cough as I waved it away. Stepping inside, I swept my flashlight across the room.

It was a huge space, bigger than any cafeteria I'd seen before. Despite the sheer size of the room, it didn't seem to utilize it very well. The tables were big with massive benches attached, but the spaces between each seating was just as big, easily six or seven people's width apart from one another. It left most of the floorspace empty.

"Weird. Maybe they took a couple of the tables before they left?" I step over to one, curiously looking at it. Every bench seat was bent in wards, like a great weight had been resting on it. "..."

I shrug, and make my way over to the kitchen. It's just as dirty and old as the rest of the place, hanging cutlery casting bizarre shadows from the beam of light. Finally, my flashlight landed on the only thing not covered in a thick layer of dust.

Walking over a white paper box, I opened it. It was unmarked, with no logos of any kind. Sitting inside of it were a dozen freshly glazed doughnuts, looking as if they had been baked this morning.

"Is there someone else here?" Glancing around, I narrowed my eyes into the darkness. "Hello? Anyone!?"

...

"Maybe someone else is here for a shoot... I don't know if I should take these..."

What does Chat say?

#ic #Fat Hospital Horror

[boockscancooks]

I wrote this like 1-2 years ago, so it ain’t my best work

TW: Blood, Self h@rm, Mania? (Does this count?) and just overall a lot of blood.

You stumbled into the bathroom, clutching your stinging face as you leaned into the counter and over top of your spotless ceramic sink. Well, it used to be spotless. Crimson splotches were dripping messily from your hand and onto the ceramic, lazily dragging itself down towards the metal drain.

You brought your bloodied hand down to the edge of the counter as you held onto it with a death grip. A waterfall of dark red ooze fell into the sink, some getting on the counter. The blood dripped down your face and over your lips, getting an undesirable amount of the metallic-tasting liquid in your mouth.

The blood poured and poured for what seemed like an eternity, but it eventually started to slow down. Your eyelids grew heavy and your head threatened to lol to the side. Your vision came in and out in bursts, you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you watched the crimson liquid from your own body drain down the sink. Your giggles turned into laughter, and your laughter turned into pure mania. Shaking hands clutched at your hair and pulled on your scalp, you crouched down onto your heels and stared at the ground.

Your laughter echoed through the bathroom, you rocked back and forth on your heels as you wheezed pitifully. Tears built up in your eyes as you felt the all-too familiar sharp pain of hair being torn gruesomely from your head. The blood that inched its way down your neck starting to dry, one of your hands came down to claw at your throat. Nails dug into your soft, sensitive, bloodied skin. You could feel the coarse drag of your uneven unguis and the warmth of fresh, sticky blood getting stuck underneath them.

As you barked out horrendous-sounding laughs, you didn’t even notice your mouth get more, and more, and more dry. With all of the sensations going through your body at once along with the fog in your mind, how could you? Then, you started to cough. Your mouth and throat felt like sandpaper rubbing against each other.

You laughed, and coughed, and laughed, and coughed, and- Oh. Your mouth was feeling much more moist, yet you continued to bark. You coughed uncontrollably, blood spilling beautifully from your red-stained lips. Hacking up more and more of your thick, copper-smelling liquid, your head was starting to get lighter for every second that passed. 

Your vision was full of gradually increasing amounts of black dots. Blood was covering your bathroom floor and dripping down from your lips, your hands, your neck. The creamy off-white tile nearly unrecognisable, your throat burned, what specifically caused it was impossible to tell at this point.

You didn’t even notice yourself getting closer and closer to the floor until you felt the cold tile against your temple, hair likely soaked in your own blood. Your cheek rested in the crimson and you felt your eyes grow more and more heavy with every passing second. Just seconds before succumbing to the sweet, warm embrace of sleep, you distantly heard your front door open and heavy footsteps shuffling around rooms over.

#This is a while mess #Blood #self h@rm #My friend made fun of how much I avoided saying blood #So I titled this ‘Life Support Liquid’ #I wrote this in one night #Don’t even remember writing it #Was just in my drafts when I woke up #random writing #just some thoughts

[amaribelt]

i made this for my BFF (best french friend) @mhedusard because they simp over brin

GN reader, reader is a sopping wet cat waiting to be rejected by big tall mermaid lady, brin finds them cute. brins horrible sea puns.

Everyone looked forward to the RSA's yearly carnival and it was just another thing they had over NRC. giant multicolored roller coasters and Ferris wheels adorned the island skyline bright lights drawing in those near and far. Idyllic warm weather and carnival food, children's laughter and loud music, fun prizes, and lots of remaining money for clubs.

Setup was tedious but other than the few stands Cindercellena had to run and all the posters things would go smoothly and run as expected as all the other dorms would hopefully not mess anything up. Hanging up posters was a breeze and with all of her dorm mates helping out Brinely had nothing to worry about, hopefully.

With the final poster hung up on the auditorium door a heavy sigh left her mouth wiping invisible sweat from her brow. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't nervous but as the current dorm leader she had to follow in his footsteps lest they get washed away by a high tide. The air of confidence follows in every step she takes echoing those of dorm leaders past.  

Frantic footsteps on the tile and ragged breathing echoed off the empty halls, Brinely paused for a second before turning on her heel only to be met with someone she was not expecting. Instead of the pale blues and grays of her vice, she was met with someone no bigger than Irene. 

An infectious smile spread across her face as she leaned down a bit to get a good look at them as they frantically tried to catch their breath. “Umm,, lemme guess-” her nose scrunched up a little as she started muttering something to presumably herself “Jacquline,, no she's on the basketball team,,, your not Maria I know that,,, um,,, OH! I totes got it, it's Y/N right?” 

Y/N nods looking down at the blue and gold tiled floor that suddenly became oh-so-interesting,  they could feel their dorm leader looking down at them, the thought of it made them flush up even more. What if she thought they were weird or just straight-up rejects them..what if she has a boyfriend she has been seen with one of the dorm leaders from NRC a lot... But an NRC kid is so so so out of her league but then again Brinely might as well be in one all her own. 

“Hey?? Hey Wonderland to Y/N you good?? I never took you as a spacey type, with how fast you were running down those halls I thought you might have needed something” She takes a hesitant step back her shoes making a pleasant click on the polished tile floor. “If not I'll be seeing you later” She turns on her heel in a similar manner to before, her ponytail swinging behind her almost like a tail. With each step she takes the ache seems to kick in, Y/N takes a few hesitant steps toward her trying to fill the distance but it all seems useless. 

Like the ocean waves that make up Brinely, she’s here one second and gone the next, nothing more than footprints washed away with each passing wave. “Brinely…please wait” Their voice seemed to get caught in their throat, it couldn't be anything more than a mumble and yet she stopped walking. Brinley turned towards them deep purple bangs falling perfectly around her face, the way she tilted her head the way she smiled there was never a moment where Brinely didn't shine, calculated or not she could easily make anyone's heart skip a beat.

“Yeess?” the way Brinely drew out her words felt deliberate whether it was to give them some time or not that was desperately what Y/N needed, they took small and airy steps to close the gap between the two, desperate to try and put them on some sort of level playing field “i..IWANTEDTOKNOWIFMAYBEYOUMAYBEWANTEDTOIDKGOTOTHECARNIVALTOGHETHER–” the words came out fast. Too fast Y/N quickly covered their mouth with their hands, this was a complete and utter failure they could never ever show their face in Cindercelena ever again- no they couldn't show their face in RSA ever again. 

When they finally looked at Brinely again she was laughing. Seven this could not get any worse, they would most definitely have to drop out now. Pale peach colored her tan freckled skin as her lips were pulling in a wide smile revealing her fangs. God her smile, a sight to see any other time she wasn't rejecting someone. “Y-your really cute Y/N! you should sea your face you're as red as a Buoy! I didn't think humans could get that colour”

Brinely’s attempts to compose herself once again are not working with each step she seems to crack up more and more, “I wasss supposed to run some of the booths this year with Riri but I'm sure I can get her to keep them in check without me for one more day…If nootttt…I'm sure what they don't know won't hurt them…Isn't that right? Y/N~” 

If it was possible to become any redder than they already were then it definitely shows with the sly almost predatory grin across Brinely's face, the way they drug out the last syllable of their name was so calculated so her- 

She really was a predator

The cutest one anyone could ever lay eyes on.

#oc x reader #twst oc #twisted wonderland #oc fanfiction #amari writes stuff or something #amari writes stuff about her silly little guys

[lights-out-knives-out]

Pet whump part one lets goooooo

Warnings : intimate whumper, pet whump, mentions of past surgery

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

“-and then of course we’ll have to wake up Samson… Leo? Leo are you listening to me?” Monika asked

Leo stood frozen in the middle of the doorway, staring at the tall figure walking towards him. Draven.

Shit how did he find me?

Leo turned to Monika trying to hide his panic

“Monika I need you to go to the dorms and stay there. Don’t open the doors for anyone but me. Do you promise?”

Monika looked at him confused “What? What’s going on with you-“

“Do you promise me?!” Leo gripped her shoulders

“Yeah ok ok fine. Now what’s going- LEO!” Monika yelled after him as Leo turned on his heel running back into the university building.

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Leo ran, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

He ducked into the male’s locker room, throwing himself into the first empty locker. Panting for breath he tried to steady himself.

Maybe he’ll leave, maybe he’ll miss him.

The sound of Draven’s steeled toed boots clacking on the locker room tiles shattered his hope.

Clack

“Eeny”

Clack

“Meeny”

Clack

“Miny”

Clack

“Mo”

Leo could feel his heart in the back of his throat, as the locker door rattled open.

Draven stood there smiling, smug as ever.

“Hey there Tiger, did you miss me?”

Leo yelped as he was pulled out onto the floor, he tried to pull himself back up to run but he was kicked down.

Draven pressed his boot into the small of Leo’s back. “Did you already forget my rules Tiger? Pets don’t get to stand.” He tsked

“Now I’ll cut to the chase, that was quite a stunt you pulled.”

Leo shook under Draven’s weight

“But did you really think I wouldn’t come and find you? Did you think I wouldn’t chip you? Such a silly little kitty.” Draven reached down to scratch the nape of Leo’s neck.

“N-No, how?” Leo wheezed out, “I got rid of it. I got rid of the fucking collar. How did you? How-“

“Oh Tiger,” Draven cooed dropping down next to him “I didn’t just chipped the collar, I Chipped You.”

Leo froze as Draven’s hand trailed down his neck. “It was quite a simple procedure, though I’m quite surprised that you never noticed it. But what’s done is done, and now I have you back my darling Tiger.” He pressed a kiss on Leo’s neck

Leo snapped out of his fear, scratching Draven’s hand off of him, pushing him off.

“BACK?! Like hell you have me back! You c-can’t take me Back!” He spat, scrambling away

Draven looked coldly down at his newly scratched hand, he gave a long sigh then stood up. He looked down at Leo, “You have until midnight to pack your bags and say your goodbyes, don’t bother pulling any tricks I will Find you.” Draven went to walk past, but took a pause. “You also seemed to have forgotten what happens to kittens that scratch their owners, but don’t worry I am willing to reteach you.”

And with that Draven left, leaving Leo alone on the floor

“FUCK!”

#whump community #whump #whumpblr #pet whump #my stuff #my writing #my ocs stuff #oc whump #lets fuckin goooooo #this is going to be fun #i hope y’all enjoy this #whump stuff #whump writing

[crimson-lilith]

———midnight nocturne

ritsu x f!reader

「Promise me you'll be back. For me—" she looks at him firmly, blinking away the remaining tears that are still threatening to fall from her eyes. "for us." 

"I promise," his lips curl upwards, and she can feel herself beginning to break. "and I swear upon my sword that I'll die before breaking my promises."」

Read here or on AO3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue

「now playing : ghost of you - 5 seconds of summer」

The silence that filled the empty halls of the castle was strangely unfamiliar. It was the kind of silence that seemed to scream, and it left the Queen reeling. Every step against the marble floors echoes, bouncing across the walls like sunlight through a hall of mirrors. There was an emptiness in her stomach that she had only ever felt when looking at her reflection.

She knows what’s happening; she sees the way her hands shake, the fear that dances in the back of her eyes. But her legs carry her on autopilot, and if the sound of her feet hitting the tile floors were enough to wake the dead she didn’t care. All she needed was to get away from her own thoughts, away from this place that felt too much like home.

She took one shaky breath, and continued further into the hall. Her footsteps echoed off the walls, but the sound stopped as soon as she reached the end of the hallway. One twist of the doorknob and she'll see them again, right?

A sharp intake of breath escaped her throat as the truth sunk in that there really wasn’t anyone there. Nothing of the usual loud chatter she has come to accept to be a part of their breakfast. No mindless bickering and noisy arguing from the people she has spent a lifetime with. No traces from her most trusted Knights.

It was as if they didn't even exist.

Ritsu, you damned liar.

At this point she didn't even care if she was thinking out loud, but she couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to turn around. She could feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks, and she tried to blink them away, willing them to stop falling. Instead, more fell, and her head bowed, bringing the heels of her palms to her eyes, trying desperately to hold back the sounds that were beginning to form in her throat.

Her knees buckle slightly beneath her, but before she can fall all the way down a firm hand grabs her wrist, helping steady her weight. She looks up with wide brown eyes, startled by the sudden contact.

"Hey," he says softly, a frown forming on his lips as he gently moves his arm so it's draped across her shoulders instead. "You look pale. I think I remember telling you to get enough sleep," he pauses, gazing into her eyes. "Your Majesty."

"I did sleep," she mumbles. She tries to take a step forward, but her knees betray her once more, giving out under her weight.

The Knight is quick to catch her, one arm supporting her from behind and the other sliding up to rest on her waist. He gives her a concerned glance, and she can feel the words being spoken without needing him to speak aloud.

She doesn't know how long they stand there, but it feels like hours, just staring into each other's eyes. She blinks, and she feels herself being pulled forward until she is leaning against him. He pulls her even closer, his warmth seeping slowly into her skin, creeping into her heart, warming her chilled veins. All of a sudden it's just the two of them, her heartbeat slowing down to match the rhythm of his own, and she feels as if the tension and panic that has enveloped the castle the past months have suddenly faded away. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sense of contentment settling in her bones.

Eventually, the Knight pulls back, releasing her as he lets his hand slide down her arm until his fingers brush against her palm. He gives it a squeeze, and the Queen returns it with just as much force. "Let me escort you back to your quarters. You really ought to take care of yourself more, Your Majesty. This kingdom's not going to run itself."

"I promise you I'm getting enough sleep. Now off with that tone, Ritsu."

He shakes his head at the comment, a faint smile spreading over his lips, but his grip on her hand never loosens. Still, he nods. "Alright. As long as you're sure, my Queen."

She finds herself right in front of her chamber, the door already half open and waiting patiently for her. The wooden door creaks slightly as she pushes through it. She stops short, feeling a chill run up her spine as another memory threatens to resurface. A small part of her wants to run away and escape. To lock the doors behind her and barricade herself inside. To just forget about everything and everyone. But the better part of her knows that these memories might ultimately be the only ones she will have left of them, of him. And she knows she's not going to allow herself to forget them.

With a deep breath she steps inside the room, closing the door firmly behind her. There's no reason to make it more difficult than necessary, and if he really wasn't coming back, then she wants the last remnants of him to be hers and hers alone.

"You don't have to worry about me now, Your Majesty."

His voice is low and soft, and it rings through the air around them. His warm hand rests on her shoulder, and he rubs little circles onto it with his thumb. It's comforting, in a way, despite the fact that her heart is racing and she can feel every muscle tense beneath her clothes.

"What makes you think I'd want you to leave, Ritsu?" she breathes, finally managing to tear her gaze from the floor. She searches his face for any sign of hesitation, any sign that the idea of him leaving her bothers him at all.

For a moment her eyes meet his, and she watches as his lips curve into a gentle smile. "On the contrary, my Queen, I know exactly that you wouldn't want me to."

"Then why would you even dare say such a thing?" she demands, daring him to say that it hurts; daring him to say that it scares him, too. "Why would you even dare think that you can just leave me here? I thought we swore that we'd stay beside each other forever!"

His hand slips from her shoulder and he reaches for her cheek. He leans closer, and despite appearances, she's struggling to keep herself from melting right there and then. "Because I need to go," he whispers softly, and she wishes she could hear his words differently. He presses his forehead against hers, a silent plea radiating from his cool breath as it touches her chin. "I can't always be by your side, my Queen. We both know that this war isn't ending anytime soon. It is our job as knights to protect this kingdom," he creates a small gap between them, gazing straight into her eyes. "to protect you."

Ritsu leans back just enough to kiss her forehead, lingering there for a moment. His hand slides from her cheek and tucks itself securely behind her neck, pulling her flush against his chest. He holds her there until her breathing evens, allowing her body to relax in his embrace. When he pulls away, the softest smile stretches across his face.

"Promise me you'll be back. For me—" she looks at him firmly, blinking away the remaining tears that are still threatening to fall from her eyes. "for us."

"I promise," his lips curl upwards, and she can feel herself beginning to break. "and I swear upon my sword that I'll die before breaking my promises."

She hears those words every night since he left, ringing in her ears and echoing around in her head. They haunt her every single night, waking her up from nightmares with his name on her lips. Every time she tries to sleep she sees those same crimson eyes looking at her, a soft expression painted across his equally soft features. In the morning she wakes up to the sight of yet another empty bed, and the pain once again comes raining down on her all at once. Fear, sadness, disappointment. Resignation.

Resignation to the reality that he may never return.

Next Part >

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars ritsu #ritsu sakuma #ensemble stars ritsu

[oiphity]

rendezvous between two individuals with questionable morals <3

     The crisp evening air rustled Melisande’s curls as she waited at the designated rendezvous point. Their meetings always took place at night since, well, fraternizing with a persona non grata in the eyes of the government she worked for wasn’t exactly ideal for its already shaky reputation, to say the least. Did she care? Not particularly, especially when that government would be overthrown in a matter of months. With that in mind, she could afford to acquaint herself with the woman who was supposed to be her enemy.

     Red heels clacked against the marble tile of the ornate balcony. Each footstep echoed, preceding the arrival of their maker. Melisande turned towards the source of the rhythmic noise and smiled. "Good evening, Hina."

     Hina returned Melisande's amorous look with one of her own. "Hello, darling. How are you on this sublime day?"

     "I'm decent. How about you, my love?" Melisande asked, taking Hina's hand as the two of them began walking side-by-side. 

     “Only decent?” Hina frowned slightly. “Well, I hope my presence makes your day even the tiniest bit better. I’m doing well myself.” 

     Classic Hina. Of course her presence would vastly improve Melisande's day. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, after all, both in appearance and personality. “That’s always good to hear. Now, to get straight to the point of our meeting, I believe Freyja and Sigfrieda’s efforts to hide their little interpersonal conflict are faltering.”

    Now Hina was especially interested. “Oh? How so?”

    “Well, for one, Sigfrieda could barely restrain herself from being completely and utterly passive-aggressive towards her supposed partner-in-command at the latest council meeting," Melisande explained. Oh, it was such a sight. Sigfrieda was throwing out backhanded statements left and right, barely preventing her face from contorting into an expression of unbridled rage. Freyja was trying to do damage control, but she absolutely failed miserably. Pure entertainment.

     Hina considered this for a second, a contented smile dancing upon her lips. “Hmm. It seems like her true colors are finally starting to show.”

     “Indeed. I'm sure she'll give us quite a performance when she inevitably loses her composure." Had Hina ever witnessed that happen before? Melisande really did wonder, but she knew she shouldn't ask when they had such limited time to converse. Maybe another time.

     Hearing about that would be absolutely wonderful. "I eagerly anticipate it. Please do share every detail of that occurrence with me."

     "I'll be sure to. I know you'd be the first person who'd want to hear about it," Melisande replied, laughing slightly to herself.

    Hina chuckled. Ah, the spite she possessed for her creators was limitless. Every single little inconvenience they endured satisfied her immensely. "That certainly is true. Now, do you have any more information you would like to share with me?"

     Melisande thought for a second. Of course, there were things going on all over Concordia, but much of it wasn't interesting or relevant to their objective. "Well, the situation in the Southern Province is getting worse. Nothing is being done to alleviate the famine caused by the latest drought. The population is in revolt."

     Hina smiled in satisfaction. "Good. We can use this to our advantage. Freyja and Sigfrieda's perfect little façade is finally beginning to crack." 

     "Indeed. I'm sure you know what you can exploit in particular to favor your goals." If not, well, Melisande knew Hina could easily find out. She had her ways.

     "Of course. I am never unprepared," Hina replied, perhaps a bit teasingly. She realized their interaction had to come to an end, though. How unfortunate. Well, she could do nothing but deal with it at this point. The two of them would have all the time in the world to spend in each other's company once those wretches were overthrown. She sighed. "Well, darling, our time together tonight is waning. Do not falter yet. We're too close to achieving the world of our dreams to stumble now. Keep working as you already are and you will be generously rewarded, I assure you. Farewell for now, my dear."

     With that, Hina winked and disappeared in a short display of crimson-colored magic, leaving Melisande alone with her thoughts once again. 

#oiphity dot text #oiphity's atrocious ocs #girl help i wrote something #i could've made it better but um. i didn't feel like it <3 #last time i checked this had like 698 words. haha funny number

[o-lanterns]

A place I saw in a dream recently.

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ID: Abstract figure sculptures in a dark museum room with no discernible edges. A beam of light illuminates one statue, a marble torso shown from the back with no head or limbs wrapped in a crashing wave. There is a crack in it below the ribs. Another sculpture is mostly obscured by shadow and has a swooping amorphous crescent shape, with one end forming into a hand. end ID.

#the room went on for a long time I never saw the walls #and it was rows and rows of stuff like this #there was a muffled sound like a falling shepard tone #and my footsteps echoed like heels on tile #and I couldn't hear the steps of anything else #but had a feeling something was behind me wherever I turned #ford draws

[redvelvetnat]

common tongue

switch!wanda x bottom!reader x top!natasha

introduction into the moments silence universe

summary ➞ with a new house to chase away the loneliness of her recent divorce, wanda wasn’t prepared for her (married) boss/neighbor to have such interesting sex habits. word count : 4.8k

disclaimer ➞ 18+, strong language, wine consumption, smut, non-con voyeurism, strap-on use, threesome, heavy dirty talk (degradation + praise + pet names), oral sex (r + wanda receiving), all legal age gap (r + natasha are slightly older than wanda)

a/n ➞ not my best work but i was sick of looking at this in my drafts. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!! gif source natasha , wanda

“…and the sex is amazing.”

Wanda knew she shouldn’t have been standing outside your office door; not with the millions of things she could have been doing around the building and the million other things to be done at her own desk.

Whether she had been technically eavesdropping on your weekly phone call with Carol was still up for debate. No matter the ethics of the situation, she had heard the words leave your lips; crystal clear and followed immediately by how lucky you were to have found the love of your life.

The entire situation was exactly the reason Wanda found herself here, now, entering her house with shaking hands that only worsened as she open the untouched bottle of red wine that had been sitting in her refrigerator for god knows how long.

It had all happened so fast - Wanda swimming so deep in her own thoughts that she missed you ending your call as well as the echo of your footsteps towards the office door. It was only the sound of the knob turning that caught her attention, right before the door swung open to reveal her standing at the other side without so much as a decent alibi.

By the time she knew what was happening, you were pulling her into your office and taunting her about listening in - spying - on you. “Do you like hearing about my sex life Wanda? Does that excite you?”

Of course it did. Just as it excited her to watch you and your wife pull into the driveway and step out of that shiny, new, black, sports car every day. Or when she saw the two of you leaving for work, dripping with that been-married-for-years-and-still-in-the-honeymoon-phase glow.

There was just something about it that always seemed to catch Wanda’s attention. Maybe she found a comfort in catching a glimpse of a normal marriage - one unlike what she had just gotten herself out of.

By the time you had finished torturing her and sent her home for the day, her face had been glowing a fire-engine red color and burned with something that the word ‘embarrassment’ did little to embody.

Which brought her to her kitchen; mumbling a string of curses and attempting to drown her embarrassment in wine that tasted as cheap as it had cost.

When she had finally gotten enough to staring at the white tile backdrop, Wanda decided the livingroom would be a more comfortable place to wallow in her own self-pity and drink the night away until the hangover tomorrow was damn near incurable.

She killed the kitchen lights and began to trudge into the living space. It felt heavy with the same lonely feeling the kitchen had; solemn and shrouded in darkness.

Sighing into the room, she abandoned the bottle onto the coffee table and turned on her heel towards the light-switch before her attention was caught by movement out of the corner of her eye. Absentmindedly, she swiveled to close the open-curtains before a gasp echoed into the room.

From her position, Wanda could see directly through the window adorning your wife’s home office. More specifically, she could see Natasha - she thinks she remembers your wife to be named - fucking you against her new-wood mahogany work desk.

Your body strained against the barren surface - the materials that usually adorned it had already been scattered across the floor - as shaky hands held yourself up-right the best that you could.

Natasha’s mouth moved next to your ear, grunting words through gritted teeth as her hips snapped a cherry-red strap deeper and harder inside of you; much to your content, it seemed.

Wanda was helpless in stopping her attention from falling to your face; contorted into pleasure and blubbering with inaudible profanities and sounds Wanda could only imagine to sound just as attractive as your voice always had.

She knew she needed to move, to distract herself with something - anything. But she’d be lying to say she wanted to look away as her eyes zeroed in on the way your bodies molded together despite the hand that extended behind you and pressed firmly against Natasha’s abdomen.

One particularly loud moan, a shuttering and drawn-out “Yes, Nat, fuck!”, echoed from your house to Wanda’s. The muffled words alone made Wanda press her thighs together as she tried desperately to tear herself away from the window. Close the blinds - she told herself but there wasn’t a muscle in her body that made any effort to move.

Then, in one quick motion and without missing a beat, Natasha flipped you around and pinned your ass against the edge of the furniture. Her hands slid up the sides of your torso as she relayed something to you that Wanda could not make out.

But Natasha began to fuck into you harder as your eyes widened at whatever she had. Her hand curled delicately around your chin and forced your head into the exact direction of where Wanda was staring from her window; a wicked smirk playing on your wife’s lips and shock evident over your face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Wanda leapt forward quickly, scrambling for the blinds and nearly pulling them off their mount as she fumbled to close them.

Her nervously sweating hands found the the thighs of her dress slacks, heart beginning to pound harder against her chest. “I’m so fucking fired! God fucking damnit!” She screeched into the darkness, body vibrating with a terrifying cocktail of fear and adrenaline as she sorted through what to do next.

As if the ordeal hadn’t been enough to make her nearly shit her pants, the doorbell echoing throughout her house sent her soaring into the air and clutching at her chest.

“Shit, fuck.” She cussed again, shakily stumbling towards the hallway with the growing lump in her throat. Her heartbeat echoed louder as she approached the door, dread bubbling in her chest.

Her hand curled around the doorknob, twisted, then came to a pause. If she was smart she would just not open the door, move cities and change her name to start a new life where she could pretend that none of this had ever happened.

She jumped when the doorbell rang again, “I know you’re in there, Maximoff.” Oh - so this was it. This was Wanda’s last moment of aliveness before your wife would undoubtedly slit her throat the moment Wanda revealed herself to be on the other side of the door.

She could climb out the window. Or break down in guilt-ridden tears and babble on and on about her messy divorce until the red-head took pity on her and left her there to drown in a pool of her own pathetic tears.

Without much help from her frazzled brain, Wanda pulled the knob and drew the door open. She was met with Natasha’s striking green gaze, accented with a single cocked eyebrow.

It was now that Wanda realized she had never been up-close with your wife - and that she was a thousand times more terrifying at this distance.

“I-uh-I…” Her mouth was working without her brain as she tried to find the words at the tip of her tongue. She was far more than embarrassed; cheeks hot and beet red the same way they had been leaving your office earlier in the day.

As she fumbled for words to say, the woman in front of her had the nerve to laugh - genuinely, and loudly, laugh at the flustered state of her neighbor who she’d just caught watching as she fucked you. Wanda couldn’t possibly understand what was funny about the situation.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” She was toying with Wanda, that much was clear as her voice dropped to a smooth whisper and her lips widened into a smirk.

“I’m sorry.” It was a pathetic apology but it was also the only tangible thing Wanda was going to get out. She figured the red-head knew that as she pressed her shoulder against the doorframe casually to watch the younger woman twitch nervously.

They stood there in silence for a moment; Wanda blinking back the tears of embarrassment that burned at her eyes and Natasha watching her with an eerily calm demeanor.

Wanda expected her to yell, scream, maybe throw a few swings. But she didn’t, she just eyes the woman curiously.

“Come with me, kid.” She finally demanded, pushing off the doorframe and turning on her heels before sauntering back towards her own house without giving Wanda much time to decide.

Wanda fumbled for a moment before figuring it was best to follow Natasha’s instructions. She pulled the front door closed behind her and skidded after the woman in her own twisted ‘walk of shame’.

“Mrs. Romanoff.” Natasha laughed once again, “Nat is fine.” She corrected, glancing over her shoulder as she pushed her front door open. Wanda could hardly understand how this was a time for formalities.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped through the threshold of the house, suddenly feeling entirely too small against the tall ceilings and warm air that surrounded her.

Your house looked exactly as she had imagined it to. It resembled one of those high-end, industrial, New York apartments Wanda had fallen in love with. The windows covered most of the walls and what little they didn’t was accented with pieces of fine artwork. Wanda couldn’t even begin to imagine how much they had cost.

“Nat, look, I’m really sorry but-”

“Oh, quit your blubbering and come on. Don’t want to keep her waiting do you?”

Wanda’s chest went ice cold at the implication that you were waiting for her. You had probably already called the police on her for stalking and now your wife was corralling her into your home so that she had no chance to run.

Hell, you probably had the barrel of a shotgun aimed straight down the hall as you waited for Wanda to open whatever door you were perched behind.

Okay, maybe that was a bit excessive.

Natasha came to a stop in front of the door at the end of the hallway and pushed it open before the other woman even had time to catch up to her.

Between the growing lump in Wanda’s throat and the shake that had settled into her hands once again, it wouldn’t have surprised her is she simply passed out right then and there.

Another attempt at an apology twitched at the end of Wanda’s tongue, only to die out the moment the door swung open and revealed you kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, wearing no more clothing than you had been when she was watching Natasha fuck you just moments ago.

Wanda’s eyes darted down your naked body, sitting surprisingly docile and on complete display to her, and immediately flickered over to Natasha who looked more-than-amused at the flustered twitching that caused the younger woman to stumble back a few paces.

Natasha pressed a firm hand against the small of Wanda’s back and her thumb came forward to force Wanda’s chin back in a position to face you, encouraging her to look.

If her throat hadn’t have been so dry, Wanda might have started to drool as you met her eyes with an expression that read come on, Wanda, I don’t bite.

Natasha’s presence weighed heavy behind her but she’d be damned if she tore her attention away from you now, especially as the red-head pushed her further into the room.

“Don’t be shy - now - Maximoff.” Natasha teased with yet another laugh as Wanda’s eyes began to glaze over excitedly, “Am I dreaming?” She certainly was a few moments away from pinching herself.

It was your turn to giggle, as if there was some running joke in the air that Wanda was missing out on. “You hear that, baby? She thinks you’re a dream.” Natasha spoke with amusement and pressed closer, followed the sound of the door clicking shut.

“Have you ever done it?” Natasha asked suddenly, breaking the concentration Wanda had put into staring as you as her eyebrows knit in confusion. “Done…?” She asked without taking her eyes off yours.

Natasha cleared her throat to draw Wanda’s attention back. When Wanda turned reluctantly, the same toy Natasha had been using earlier was dangling from her fingers. The gulp that sounded from deep within Wanda’s throat was answer enough, no, she had never used one.

Natasha’s eyes fell curiously over the younger woman, wondering how she’d been so…innocent and still managed to take an interest in you of all people. The same woman Natasha had witnessed overwhelm even her most confident of friends. And here Wanda was, all doe-eyed and drooling; being served you on a silver platter and still too clouded with nerves to know what to do with you.

As Natasha began to peel away her clothes, it became wickedly clear to her that she’d have to teach Wanda what to do with you. Lucky for Wanda, Natasha was an expert at that by now.

“I’ll show you, in due time.” There was no reason to rush things. Despite the obvious nerves, the look in Wanda’s eyes indicated that she was at least somewhat enjoying herself. And, with the adoring way you had talked about Wanda in the last few weeks, Natasha figured it wouldn’t be the last time she would be invited into your bedroom.

But, in classic Natasha fashion, she was going to have to break the innocence that clouded Wanda’s conscience - there was no room for that here.

“She can be a real slut if you use it right.” Just as Natasha had figured it would, the language made Wanda’s eyes widen as she nearly choked on the air in her lungs.

“Oh, don’t be so prissy, Maximoff. She likes when you talk about her like that. Isn’t that right, dove?” It was now only the second time Natasha had regarded you since the two of them had entered the room.

Wanda’s attention shifted back to you in time to catch the fervent nod of your head as you watched Natasha pull the toy back on with eager eyes. “Look at her, she’s practically begging you to touch her.”

You looked up at Wanda then, eyes full of a submission she had never experienced before in regards to you. It was very much unlike the confidence you displayed at work; the one that seemed to natural and always ensured you were payed the full-extent of the respect you deserved.

Now was different, you looked small and fragile at Wanda’s feet and she couldn’t help but wonder how Natasha fought the urge to reach down and scoop you into her arms every time you flashed those eyes at her.

The power Wanda felt over you was completely unfamiliar to her but she pushed closer nonetheless.“Go ahead.” Natasha encouraged the sudden boldness.

Wanda visibly hesitated before moving to press her thumb against your bottom lip. As if trained to do so - which, of course, you had been - you took the digit between your lips and began sucking at it without letting your eyes fall from Wanda’s.

“Look. At. You.” Natasha cooed, accentuating each word all on its own as she stepped behind you and gathered your hair at the back of your head. Her hands slid down to hold the curve of your jaw between her palms and successfully hold your attention on Wanda.

“Good girl.” It surprised even Wanda herself as she said it, fully preparing to pull away in embarrassment if it hadn’t have been for the moan that vibrated against the pad of her thumb.

The surprise in Wanda’s expression must have given her away as Natasha piped in with a, “She loves the praise, practically lives for it. I bet you’ve already made her pretty cunt all messy.” Wanda’s heart sped up at the thought - or maybe just the words themselves - heat building desperately between her own legs as she imagined what was to come next.

“Go find out, Maximoff.” It was all the approval she needed for her to sink onto her knees in an attempt to reach between your parted thighs. But she was interrupted by Natasha, “Hey, no. Get up.” She complied at the tone in Natasha’s voice, confusion disregarded as she focused on not upsetting the older woman.

“You make her come to you. If she wants us to use her like the greedy little fucktoy she is, she’ll have to work for it.”

The condescending tone in your wife’s voice, speaking as if you weren’t even in the room, forced a whimper from your chest. The sound made Wanda release a sharp breath as a smug smile spread further across Natasha’s face.

Wanda cleared her throat, fishing inside herself for the confidence she knew she was going to have to have if she didn’t want to blow her shot at fucking you. “On the bed.” Short and sweet was the demand, earning her a chuckle of approval from the older woman beside her and an eager comply from you.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder, “Impressive, Maximoff. There you go.” Natasha purred in a voice that made Wanda want to let out a whimper of her own. But she refrained and instead sent a curt nod as she tried to steady her wobbly legs.

Your back sunk further into the soft mattress as Wanda took a step towards you. Her hand came down and brushed against the bruises already forming on your knees before sliding up towards the soft skin of your thigh, examining the way your legs parted in invitation for either of the women above you.

Unlike the whimper she had managed to swallow moments ago, Wanda did let out a groan at the sight of you and wasted absolutely no time in running a timid finger through your slick folds. Natasha had been right, you were wet all the way down your thighs.

You gasped at the suddenly intrusion of Wanda’s finger probing at your entrance and clenched around nothing as Natasha spoke again, “See, Maximoff. What did I tell you? She can’t help but make a mess.” Wanda was unsure of what to do next as she watched your hips buck towards her finger.

“Can I-…” Wanda didn’t even have to finish her question before Natasha was mumbling something about ‘do whatever you want, she’ll take it’ which was lost on your ears as you focused on the desperation growing in your cunt.

Wanda ducked towards you and her tongue darted out to lash at your swollen clit. The moan she was rewarded with encouraged her to keep going, circling her lips around the sensitive bud.

Needy sounds tumbled from your lips, Wanda’s own moans began vibrating against your clit as she pushed her tongue deeper - she was tasting you as if she had never eaten a decent meal in her life and never would again. Your hands flew into her hair and further rewarded her with approving tugs and yanks.

Your squirming did not go unnoticed by your wife, “Hold her down. You’re in charge.” Wanda complied without hesitation, bracing both hands on either side of your hips and anchoring them against the bed as your attempts at thrashing against her face did not falter.

The sounds of Wanda practically devouring you echoed in the space around you, the quietness of the house long intruded, especially as your wife encouraged the newest addition to your bedroom, “Come on, Maximoff. Look at her, she’s being so good for you. Why don’t you make her cum, sweetheart?” Wanda had never wanted to do anything more and the nickname in itself brought her to begin rubbing sharp circles against your clit.

Natasha was impressed. Admittedly, she had thought she was going to have to coach Wanda on more than just taking charge. But she was fucking you with her tongue like she had been practicing all her life and deserved a certificate.

It was apparent that you thought the same. “Fuck, Wanda. Please, please, let me cum!” And Wanda would have, without a doubt, if Natasha hadn’t tangled a hand in her hair and yanked her away without so much as a warning to either of you.

Your wife’s laugh boomed as a choked sob escaped your heaving lungs, hips craning desperately to follow the retreat of Wanda’s face. Even a whimper fell from the other woman’s lips but she didn’t dare disobey the red-head standing above her.

“Oh, come on, dove. You didn’t really think it’d be that easy, huh?” You had, actually - and the whine you let out alerted Natasha of this.

Natasha cooed a mix of ‘poor baby’ and ‘little slut’ from behind Wanda but it was swallowed by the blood rushing in her ears; pure excitement over the hand that tightened further at the roots of her hair.

It was very clear to her now; no matter what kind of power she ever managed to build over you, Natasha would always be in control. Always. And that intrigued her entirely.

Still, she hadn’t wanted to stop. Not with the sweet moans and the fiery confidence building in her chest that she had been rewarded with.

Natasha motioned to the top of the bed where your head was frustratedly thrown back against the mattress as you tried to catch your breath. “Over there.”

Wanda began to move around you, and prepared herself to crawl at the top of the bed until Natasha grabbed at the waistband of her dress pants and let it snap back against her skin.

“I meant on her face, sweetheart.” Natasha corrected.

The courage Wanda had grown immediately began to deplete as she glanced down at the button of her pants. “Oh, okay.” She let out a shaky breath as her fingers fumbled with the fastens. She wanted to - god, did she want to - but she was entirely nervous to expose herself now.

“Let me.” Your voice was soft as you spoke, for the first time, in a sentence that hadn’t been clouded by desperate whines or obeying hums. Wanda glanced at you, then at Natasha who only gave her an assuring nod as she sensed the nerves radiating off of Wanda once again.

Wanda returned her attention to you, hands falling to her sides as yours came up to undo her pants. You were, unsurprisingly, good at unbuckling them from your sideways position before helping Wanda pull them down along with the thin cotton material of her underwear.

Natasha moved forward and pressed a gentle kiss at the base of Wanda’s neck, the first non-verbal affection she had shown to either of you and her only attempt of the night to calm the younger woman’s nerves. And it worked, especially as her lips trailed gently up towards the younger woman’s ear and her fingers began to work open the buttons of her shirt.

“This okay, Maximoff?” The question was odly comforting coming from Natasha with the soft breath that brushed against her earlobe and Wanda let out a soft ‘yes’ as the last of her clothes were peeled away. “See, not so bad.” She hummed and Wanda let out a breathy laugh.

“Open wide, dove.” Natasha nearly sung as she helped Wanda climb over your face and throw her outer thigh to the opposite side of your head.

Two moans rung out as Wanda sunk herself down onto your flattened tongue; Wanda’s as her eyes squeezed shut with a shuddered breath and yours and the taste of her coated your tongue. If she hadn’t have been so turned on, Wanda would have been embarrassed at the sloppy rhythm in which her hips began to stutter against your face.

“Guess my little dove isn’t the only slut around here, huh?” Natasha’s question went unanswered as Wanda’s fist found your hair and gripped as if she was afraid you’d disappear from between her thighs. Natasha didn’t pay much mind to the lack of an answer, she was going to cut the poor girl some slack for now.

You were lost in Wanda, so captivated by the way her cunt clenched around your tongue and the moans that unhitched from her throat when you lashed your tongue in a way she liked that you didn’t notice Natasha had moved downwards until the head of her toy probed at your own entrance.

“Keep making her feel good, baby, ‘wanna reward you with my cock.”

You let out an involuntary plead, muffled by Wanda’s echoing wetness and her chanting of “Yes, yes, yes! Good girl, yes, good girl!” just as Natasha pushed the toy inside you, all the way to the hilt, and left no time for you to adjust to it’s girth before she was pounding away at your hips.

“You’re so good for us, dove.” Natasha encouraged, her movements never faltering as she worked the toy inside you; deeper and at the same pace that your tongue worked at Wanda’s fluttering clit.

Natasha reached forward after a moment, circling her hand around Wanda’s throat and guiding her head to lean backwards. “Come on sweetheart, don’t you wanna cum?” Wanda nodded eagerly as her eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

“No no no, Maximoff, I wanna watch that innocence melt away.”

Natasha sped up her hips against yours as Wanda let out a strangled cry and her eyes fell open to lock onto Natasha. “Is this what you thought about, sweetheart? When you watched me bend that pretty little whore of mine over my desk? Did you think about getting fucked just as good? Hmm?”

To accompany your wife’s words, your hand anchored between Wanda’s thighs, sinking into her cunt without so much as a lick of resistance as if making her cum had been your only goal for the entirety of your life.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna-…” The words were lost on Wanda’s drying lips as she clamped down around your fingers; hips bucking sporadically as she chased the ever-growing need to release.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

Natasha’s further encouragement was all Wanda needed before her head began reeling with the dizziness she had been chasing and her orgasm spasmed through the muscles in her body; each one of them screaming something along the lines of fuck yes as her death grip on your hair tightened impossibly.

Knowing your plead for your own release would go unheard over her own screaming, Wanda’s hand came down to rub desperately at your clit at the same time that Natasha drilled the toy into you with purpose.

“Cum for us. Come on, I want to see you cum.” Wanda pleaded between gasping breaths. Natasha smirked as she leaned forward to plant sloppy kisses against Wanda’s heaving lips and her hips worked harder even through the clenching you were doing. “Taking my cock so well, dove. Make a mess all over it.”

The sounds of your release were swallowed by Wanda’s thighs, still clenched tightly at either side of your head as you came. Wanda made a point of lifting away from your face so that your screams were free to bounce off the bedroom walls, a small bit of pride filling her chest as your clit pulsed against her fingertips.

Natasha watched intently as her hips slowed to a stop, squelching sounds following the calculated withdrawal of her hips in time with your orgasm subsiding. “There’s my good girl. My sweet girls.” Her thumb brushed adoringly against the bone of Wanda’s jaw.

Wanda’s emerald-colored eyes were black even under the yellow light of the night-table lamp which lewdly cast the shadow of the three of you against the far wall.

Natasha helped to guide Wanda off of you and settled her onto the bed beside you. When your hand found hers and entwined your fingers, she flickered a soft glance in your direction.

Her chest still retched with shallow breaths as she spoke, “What happens now?” She almost sounded sad - as if she was trying to etch it into her brain because it was going to dissipate from her fingertips and she’d never experience this sort of euphoria before.

Natasha laughed softly, without the sarcasm that had swam in her previous laughter that night. She emerged from the bathroom where she had been discarding the toy and fetching a few damp washcloths, “Now you rest. You think we were gonna kick you out?”

“I was hoping not.”

You laughed then, still breathy and exhausted, “Oh, you’ll be lucky if we can keep our hands off you now.”

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