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mysticmunson · 2 years

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steve’s girl: steddie x reader

prompt: after an interesting dream, eddie munson finds his way into your boyfriend, steve harrington's, bedroom

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut (18+), threesome, orgasm denial/ruined orgasm, choking, dacryphilia

authors note at the end :)

The predicament of having your boyfriend's eyes on you as well as another mans was not how you thought you would end your Saturday night.

Sitting on Steve’s lined comforter where you had been time and time again felt comfortable as he sauntered towards you. Whatever agreement the men had found themselves in had led them here, unbeknownst to you what that included. His lips pressed to yours softly, standing between your sore knees.

“Wanna play a little game?” He asked, a slight glint in his brown eyes, drastically lighter than the eyes of Eddie Munson who stood a few feet behind him, observing the way his hands touched your hip and cheek.

Granting a small nod, he chuckled and glanced back at the leather jacket clad man. Without a word, you were being yanked up by your wrist to sit against your boyfriend's lap. The flimsy skirt did little to cover your beige panties as your legs were forced to spread.

Eddie hadn’t said a word yet, but every time he looked at you, he became quite easy to understand. His gaze wouldn’t detour off your body, the way Steve manhandled you consensually, and ultimately, made you wet beyond belief.

A gasp fell from your plush lips as Steve’s hand shoved its way beneath your underwear, smirking at the warmth, “Always so ready for me, angel.”

“Now, I want you to look at our buddy over here, okay?” Steve instructed, rubbing small circles across your clit, watching as you finally met the other boy's eyes.

“Hi there.” Eddie smirked, index and middle finger hitting his forehead to give a salute. His rings shined under the dim light of Steve’s room, falling back by his side as your breath hitched at the growing pace.

While still slow, it was a foreign concept to have someone else in the bedroom with you, meaning the seemingly lethargic tempo had you falling. His firm hands only left when he went to slip off the thin material covering your soaked center, planting a kiss on your temple as he spread you out again.

“Now, I think you have something you want to tell Eddie, don’t you baby?” Steve cooed, fingers returning to your bundle of nerves, but also to your dripping cunt. Eyebrows furrowing in pleasure and confusion as you looked at Eddie, returned with a look of amusement.

“Not ringing a bell?” Eddie questioned, taking a step forward, watching as you tensed around your boyfriend's fingers. Hands perched at his hips, he watched as you thought, well, as good as you could think with two fingers inside you and two rubbing you.

Steve looked from your face to meet his companion’s, giving a quick affirmation nod that brought his hands to the hem of your shirt. The white blouse was tugged off, lifting your arms and exposing your breasts to the chilly AC. Instinctively, you tried to cover your chest, only to receive a harsh slap on your pussy from Steve.

“Should I refresh your memory?” Steve pondered, “Does that dream you had the other night ring a bell?”

Dammit. That fucking dream.

“Awe, look, she’s already tense. Came home from work to see her asleep, whimpering, and I woke her up to be of some assistance. But my good girl was honest about who was in that dream.” Steve taunted, ignoring when you cried out as he reached your deepest spot. “Tell me again, what got you so worked up?”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks, simultaneously embarrassed and turned on as Steve played you like a fiddle with Eddie having a front row seat. Watching as he shrugged off his jean vest and leather jacket, you moaned at his exposed arms in his tank top. The black ink across his pale skin rose and fell as he laughed, mumbling, “I think I have an idea.”

“You.” Was all you could muster, earning a tsk from the lap you sat upon.

“Who? What happened?” Eddie peered, leaning forward to have his face meer inches from yours that earned you a shutter.

“You, Eddie.” You whimpered, feeling your slick begin to slip down Steve’s fingers. “I thought about you fucking me.”

At your confession, the pace quickened and had you teetering your end. As soon as your climax started, both hands retreated to your stomach and chest respectfully, caging you to Steve’s clothed body as you cried.

A ruined orgasm could hurt more than edging, getting just a taste of sublime before being yanked to the ground. Steve knew how to be mean, he liked to be in some settings, and you knew this was a part of it.

His hands found their way to your throbbing sex again, resuming the mission that you were now scared would not be in your favor.

“Tell him everything.” Steve gritted, tone much harsher than previous, tilting his head towards the object of your fantasy.

“You ate me out and then let me suck your dick. I-It was so nice.” You mewled, feeling a wave of pleasure run down your body as you grew closer. “You fucked me too, really good. Steve was there too, playing with me while you helped.”

When you had woken from your sleep just a few days ago, the guilt was eating you alive leading you to break down. Were you being a bad girlfriend by having a dream? Would he leave you or be disgusted? The heightened anxiety was instantly picked up on.

Thankfully, Steve was calm about it, finding it fairly entertaining that you had that intense of a sex dream. Expressing your sexual desires with one another was common, the topic of a threesome just hadn’t come up yet.

Yet.

“Did you like it?” Eddie grasped your chin, forcing you to look upon him as he inched towards you. You agreed, biting the inside of your lip. Steve watched the interaction closely, fingers going to autopilot from how well he knew your body, finding more pleasure in watching the erotic tension between all three of you.

He didn’t even realize you were almost there until he saw Eddie glance down at the mess in front of him. As you attempted to finish again, he yanked his hands away, capturing you against his broad chest. A loud whine filled the room as you wiggled against him, much to both of their delights.

A wet smack landed on your cunt before your skirt was tugged off and guided you to kneel on the ground before them.

It looked so sinful, sitting there completely naked at total submission for the two fully clothed men before you. Steve looked at you, petting your head comfortingly against his lower thigh.

“How badly do you want to suck Eddie’s dick?” The vulgarity of Steve’s words made you shutter and Eddie a bit taken back, but undeniably plumping underneath his tight black jeans.

“Really bad.” You said looking up into your boyfriend's kind eyes, he grabbed your cheeks to kiss you before jolting your head towards the man in front of you. Eddie loomed over, hair falling beside him, watching attentively as you meddled with his belt.

Successfully undoing the handcuffs at his waist and pulling his zipper, his boxer briefs did very little to hide his erection. Audibly whimpering, you placed gentle kisses up his groin to reach his naval, placing a wet kiss there.

“May I?” You asked, fingers dipping under his black waistband, feeling the trail of hair beneath too.

“Fuck,” He muttered, “Go for it.” The sight alone made him slightly dizzy, it wasn’t every day that your friend comes up to you and lets you know that his girlfriend thinks you’re ‘really hot’. He had to have been dreaming.

Heaven felt an inch away as you put him in your mouth, grabbing the base as you slowly bobbed your head. Tongue sliding up his slit gently, the taste of him landed on your tastebuds, sighing.

“Now, now, don’t you think he deserves better than that?” Steve challenged, standing to your side, hand cupping the back of your head. Laced in your locks, he shoved you further down Eddie’s dick to hear you choke.

Hands flying to his hips to steady yourself, the loud moan rang through your ears as tears lined your eyes. Feeling the heat intensify, Eddie shrugged off his shirt, leaving black ink exposed on his chest.

Guiding you up and down, Steve watched proudly as you gagged, spit dripping to his plush carpet. But he knew you could take more, shoving you all the way to his naval, nose tickled by his coarse pubic hair.

“Holy fuck.” Eddie breathed, abs flexing at the constraint in your warm mouth, holding onto Steve’s shoulder to stop from falling.

Pulling you off, Steve smashed his lips to yours, barely giving you time to breath. Your mascara was slightly running, salvia all across your chin and some even trailing between your breasts.

Eddie hissed when his rosy length slapped against him, watching as you made out in front of him, which just made him want to come even more. Pulling away, spit connected your mouths, a combination of all three of you.

“Took that like a champ.” Eddie laughed as you smiled, looking down at your hands resting in your lap.

Steve stood, hands under your armpits to all, but threw you to his bed. The sound of his belt unbuckling made you look up, observing as he stripped to his blue boxers that hugged his thighs.

While his gaze focused on you, he glanced over at Eddie, dick now shoved back with his pants undone. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes, “What are you, Munson, a prude? Strip.”

Now, Eddie didn’t consider himself a submissive man, but his pants did come off the minute Steve told him to. Possibly due to this being his dynamic, Eddie is just a volunteer who happened to appear in your subconscious at the right time.

Making his way to the end of the bed, he got a look at you, doe eyed and waiting with a messy cunt that practically dripped onto Steve’s bed. He hummed at the sight, letting his hand wander to your lower stomach, accidentally tickling your soft skin.

“Stevie, can Eddie please?” You asked, fiddling with the gold chain necklace around your neck, head propped up against his firm pillows. Steve went to the head of the bed, pulling down his last article of clothing to sit next to you, tugging you to hover your mouth over his erection.

“That’s up to him, sweetheart. But what you are going to do is blow me twice as good as him, got it?” Steve sneered, feeling you nod against his grasp on the nape of your neck, taking him whole.

Examining the way you took your partner was almost as much fun as watching you clench around nothing before him. Eddie greedily put his lips on your lower set, groaning at the taste and shoving your knees up.

The sudden pleasure made you choke, coming up for a sharp breath, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. Moaning pitifully, attempting to jerk him off, Steve could only snicker at you.

“Awe, is it too much for you, pretty girl?” He teased, holding your head in one hand and taking his dick in the other, forcing yours to recede. Eddie watched through his lashes as Steve smacked your face with his cock, beads of pre-come marking your face with each hit.

Returning back to your original action, you tried going as deep as you could, swirling your tongue skillfully like you knew he liked. Confirmed by his groan and brief loosening on your hair.

Laying belly down on the bed, Eddie continued to suck your clit, fingers finding their way inside you. You had only been with Steve, taking time to understand each other's bodies as thoroughly as you expressed.

But as Eddie found your point of pleasure inside you and let his tongue dance upon your bud, you found yourself slipping further under their spell. His mouth was enticing, drawing a masterpiece against your smooth skin that was already trembling with need.

You felt Steve was getting close, as you were too, making you pull away from his lower half. The cries escaping you were salacious, eyes squeezing shut, believing to finally be approaching a successful finish.

“Eddie. Off.” Steve commanded, Eddie’s eyes rolling as left a kiss against you. As much as he enjoyed being a bit rough or mean, the tears on your face and dripping center were driving him mad. If Steve wouldn’t let you finish the whole night, he would take care of it himself if you’d let him.

The boys swapped places, Steve resting on his haunches and flipping you onto your stomach. Shakily getting on your hands and knees, Eddie sat in front of you, giving you a soft grin.

“Can I have a kiss please?” You whispered, staring into the boy's deep brown eyes, but he flickered his to Steve, awaiting approval.

Not looking behind, you only knew it was granted when his lips met yours. His lips were soft, tasting a bit like you from his previous endeavors. He set your cheek in his palm, deepening his intensity as Steve shoved his dick inside you.

Eddie pulled away to hear your pretty sounds, smiling ear to ear at your blissed face. He pushed his thumb between your lips, allowing you to suck greedily. As your eyes rolled back, he took his other hand to pump himself, watching you, but also as Steve grabbed your hips and thrust in and out.

“Let me.” He heard you stutter, finding your way to his dick to take him in your throat again. He watched you take him with ease, sliding up and down.

Attempting to give you a breather, Steve kept it slow for the first few strokes, biting his own lip as you clenched around him.

“You love being full, don’t you?” Eddie pondered, feeling the whine around his member, coming up for air shortly after. He went to say another menacing comment until you put his balls into your mouth, sucking them while jerking him off.

A string of curses came from him as he ran a hand through his hair, Steve stuck between watching you destroy a man’s sanity below or the face of the mess himself. As you rocked towards your fourth climax, none prosperous, leaving you overstimulated and unsatisfied concurrently.

The thrusts inside of you quickened, a ring clad hand wrapping around your neck to pull you into a heated kiss. The mix of spit, tears, and pre-come was enough to make a demon blush, but it was intoxicating as your tongues danced against one another.

Just as you were about to conclude, Steve pulled out to come on your lower back, a whine of pleasure harmonizing with your tearless sobs. All Eddie could do was watch as you shook, falling to his shoulder and burrowing against his neck.

“You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart, letting us be greedy.” Steve assured, grabbing his shirt from the floor to wipe himself off you, making sure to put some on his finger for you to suck off.

He stood up, stretching his back, motioning Eddie to stand. You couldn’t help, but giggle at them both standing naked in front of each other, Eddie painfully hard and Steve just recovering.

“What’s so funny, little lady?” Eddie cocked a brow, looking at your glossy eyes, going to the end of the bed where the other man was previously. You scrunch your nose, smiling at him to which he returns, pinching your thigh to make you squeak.

A thud hits Eddie’s chest, a gold foil packet as Steve slid behind you, settling you to his chest.

“I like you, Munson, but not that much.” He joked as the other gave a fabricated pout, “Oh, but I’m the prude, Harrington?”

Too fucked out to engage, you stared as Eddie slid on the plastic covering, settling back into your lovers embrace.

He slid the head of his cock between your folds, letting it toy with your clit to watch you flinch. Admiring the way you coated him, he caved and slid inside, unable to contain the groan crawling from the pit of his stomach.

Easing his way in, he felt every detail of you, enjoying the way you clenched. Your lower lips puffy from the beratement it had experienced over the past hour, your bud just peeking from under its hood.

Lower hairs grazing one another as he settled into you, your legs wrapping around his waist as you mewled. Steve’s hand grasped your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. The attention was now on you, positively, for the first time tonight, both men having their end goal to make you feel good.

The soft ‘uh’s’ were the only thing spoken as Eddie grasped your hips and created his rhythm. His mushroom tip pressed deliciously inside of you, an eruption of pleasure seeping through your veins.

Both of you had been on the brink for so long, the end was nearing as your brain floated into a higher state. Steve smirked as his fingers danced across your clit, eyes wiring shut, but mouth hanging open.

“You got it, go for it.” He mumbled against the shell of your ear as you began to tremble against him. Tears streaming against your cheeks, you started to breathe heavier than before, each hand reaching for each boy to interlock.

“You look so fucking pretty,” Eddie stuttered, quickening his pace, familarizing himself with the way you felt when you got close, “C’mon, babe, cream all over me.”

The dirty words finally sent you over the edge, catapulting Eddie to his finish as well, the sound of your skin smacking his would put any porno to shame. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out of you just yet, enjoying not only his place inside you, but the way his thumb rubbed your knuckles near your hip.

“Shit, she’ll sleep well tonight.” Steve quipped, making Eddie laugh, sitting back with a huff. Tying up the condom and throwing it in the trash, his head hit the wall behind him softly.

Latched onto Steve, he slowly coaxed his way up, standing as you laid with your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“I’m gonna get you some water, okay? I’m sure Eddie would want to hold you.” He said, rubbing your back, watching Eddie lift his head. Scooting closer, he wrapped his arm around your waist, the cool metal on his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps.

You exchanged them, finding your way to his lap like a koala, to which he hugged you just as tightly. Your bodies were both warm and sticky, but so blissfully content in each other's arms.

Pushing back some hair, he planted a kiss to your forehead then nose, giving a cheeky smile as you looked in a daze.

“Did you have fun?” You whispered, chin against his pecs and slightly over his guitar pick necklace. He laughed, shoulders shaking, somehow squeezing you tighter.

“Time of my life, sweetheart, you took that like a champ.” Eddie’s lower hand rubbing your lower back soothingly as you shied away in his neck bashfully.

Steve came back in with a few waters, handing one to you first with a kiss to your temple. Even if it was just you two, Steve was always adamant about aftercare, especially if the night had been particularly intense.

Putting on some clothes, their boxers back on whilst you get a fresh pair of panties and a warm t-shirt. Sandwiched between them, backs against the headboard as you began to drift off, enjoying the radiating heat and comfort from the boys.

“Goodnight.” Eddie smiled, kissing your cheek as you hummed.

“You guys should kiss next time.” You mumbled, eyes fluttering shut and sinking further into the bed beneath Steve’s covers.

“Oh my God, go to bed.” Your boyfriend mumbled, an unquestioning blush on his cheeks as he morphed against your body, with Eddie following.

“Don’t want a smooch, Harrington?” Eddie teased, puckering his lips above your head, only receiving a flick on the forehead.

“Your boyfriends a big meanie.”

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authors note: hi so this is a repost from like two days ago but the horndog got unleashed :p feedback is always appreciated!

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captainremmington-13 · 2 months

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All the Rumors are True (or are they?)

A Bellova x Coriolanus One-Shot

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova, Oliveria, and the Solstice Festival. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

Summary: The Monday after the Solstice Festival, Bellova confronts Coriolanus about gossip she’s been hearing concerning him and an unknown girl doing…scandalous things in the alleyway behind the train station.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: lots of swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, allusions to sexual acts, Bellova and Coryo are both very mean to each other in this

A/n: This takes place the school year before TBOSAS occurs, (the equivalent of their junior year of high school). Also, I HIGHLY recommend you catch up on my series, A Lady Made of Snow, before reading this.

“Miss Reginelle! Mister Snow!”

Professor Satryia Click’s voice rang throughout the classroom, causing the two students to break their intense eye contact with each other.

“I appreciate that you are both so invested in the discussion topic,” she began, giving them a small smile. “But please try to lower your voices and use kinder language while conversing.”

“Yes, Professor Click,” Bellova and Coriolanus said in unison. She nodded in satisfaction, turning back towards the projector screen. When she was no longer looking, Coriolanus gave Bellova another scathing glare.

“You’re infuriatingly stubborn, has anyone ever told you that?” he hissed.

“You do, almost every day,” she said, smirking.

“And yet, you still refuse to change your ways.”

“If I did, nobody would be around to keep your ego in check.”

He huffed in annoyance. “Bitch.”

“That’s no way to show self-control, Coriolanus,” she said mockingly. “But I suppose that adds merit to the rumors.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “What rumors?”

Bellova smiled widely. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Professor Click assigned the class a short worksheet to complete by the following day, and dismissed them a few minutes earlier than usual. As soon as she’d given them permission to leave for their lunch break, Bellova quickly gathered her things and exited the classroom, trying to hold back a smug smile.

As expected, she barely made it down one flight of stairs before Coriolanus grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the crowd.

“What the fuck - get your hands off of me, Snow,” she said, faking an angry tone.

“What the hell were you talking about earlier?” he asked, keeping a firm grip on her forearm.

She gave him an obviously exaggerated innocent smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Coryo.”

Coriolanus’s eyes bore into hers, and she briefly wondered if he would push her down the stairs if he could get away with it.

Instead, he dragged her down another flight of stairs and into an empty classroom. Swiftly shutting the door behind them, he let go of her arm, but stood in front of the only way to exit the room.

Bellova sat down on a desk, crossing her arms. “I don’t understand why you’re so mad.”

Coriolanus walked towards her, his tall figure towering over her. She met his gaze, not a hint of fear in her eyes.

“Tell me about the rumors you mentioned earlier, or I swear, I’ll make you pay.”

“Someone’s worked up,” Bellova said teasingly. After noticing Coriolanus’s fists clench, she decided to finally tell him. It wasn’t worth getting in a physical altercation over. “Alright fine, it has to do with the Solstice Festival last Friday.”

“What about it?” he pressed.

“Something about a dare that Festus put you up to after we were all relatively intoxicated.” She relished in the way that his body went rigid at her words. “So you do know what I’m referring to, hm?”

“What exactly are people saying?” he demanded, his voice raising.

“You and some girl did some…dirty things in the alley behind the train station. You know, kissing, some discarded clothing items, and someone ending up on their knees.”

Coriolanus’s pale and slightly hollow cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I don’t even know who she was. It was dark, and we were both drunk.”

Bellova was tempted to push for more details, but realized she really didn’t want to know them. She did have one question for him, though:

“So I suppose you’re not pure as snow anymore, hm?”

He looked away from her. “Shut up.”

She scoffed. “If you’re going to become a player, just own up to it.”

“I’m not!”

“Sure, sure,” she said, trying not to let her anger ruin her composure. “But you flirted with anything in a dress at the event. I saw the way you were eyeing Clemensia.“

“I wasn’t-“

“Either get better at lying or don’t even try to, Coryo.”

He narrowed his eyes, stepping even closer to her. “Fine. If you want to talk about indecency, Bellova, let’s talk about the things I’ve heard about you and Felix.”

“Coriolanus, you-“

“Is it true that he took you home with him after the end-of-year gala last year? And that you spent the night there?”

Bellova sneered, standing up to get in her rival’s face. “You know damn well that isn’t what happened. You were with me when I got into my car, for fuck’s sake!”

“That hasn’t stopped people from talking,” he continued, smirking down at her. “People think think that you-“

“I know what they think!” she snarled, shoving him backwards. “Thanks to that bitch Oliveria, everyone is convinced that I slept with Felix just to get into the good graces of the president. But we never even fucking kissed, and we were never a couple. You know that everything you’ve heard concerning him and I are bold-faced lies.”

Coriolanus shrugged. “Yes, I know.”

“Then why the fuck did you bring it up?”

“If you have the right to get on my nerves, I should be able to do the same to you.”

She scoffed. “You’re such a child.”

“That’s rich coming from someone who’s jealous of an unknown girl right now.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Admit it; you wish you were the girl I was with in that alleyway.”

Bellova would have killed him right then and there if she wouldn’t have gotten expelled for it.

Instead, she pushed past him, storming towards the classroom door. “You’re full of shit, Coriolanus Snow.”

He laughed condescendingly, further infuriating her.

“Who’s the bad liar now?”

She whirled around to face him, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Fuck you!” she screamed, throwing open the door and slamming it behind her.

Bellova felt her temper begin to bubble over. She knew she had to get to somewhere private, or she’d end up taking her aggression out on some innocent passerby. Rushing to the nearest restroom, she locked herself in a stall and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

She couldn’t understand why she was so angry. Sure, it was normal for her to be agitated when Coriolanus got on her nerves. But she usually didn’t lose her composure like that.

Perhaps it was him bringing up Felix, despite knowing the real story. He had been present when she denied his offer to bring her back to the presidential mansion. But many people firmly believed she and Felix had a one-night stand, earning her the reputation a “gold-digger”, despite her family’s already abundant wealth.

Or perhaps it was his suggestion that she was jealous of that random girl. Anyone else would be too afraid to imply such a thing, but not Coriolanus Snow. He was a cocky bastard who thought far too highly of himself.

Or, worst of all, he could be right.

Maybe she did want to be that girl.

But it was in the past now, it couldn’t be undone.

Of course, that didn’t mean she couldn’t find out who she was, and make her pay.

After all, sexual intercourse on Academy grounds was punishable by permanent expulsion. If the dean somehow found out about her (and only her) escapades during the Festival…

it would simply mean that she got what was coming to her.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments! If you have any one-shot ideas, pls leave a comment below or send something to my inbox!

Also, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for “A Lady Made of Snow”!

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 1 year

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Lavender Haze

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff

el's thoughts: i've had this song on repeat for the last hour bahaha, i hope y'all like it<3

Meet me at midnight.

Y/N smiled down at the note and stuffed it in her bag. She looked up adn locked eyes with the young Black who sent the paper crane flying her way. “Midnight.” Her lips formed the words soundlessly before she continued her work.

Once she walked up the steps to the astronomy tower she saw Regulus leaning on the rail holding a newspaper out in front of him. “What are you looking at?” He wasn’t startled by her voice, “We made the headlines… Again.” She leanded up and placed a kiss to his cheek before looking at the paper, sighing when she saw a moving photo of them walking around Diagon Alley during christmas holidays. Y/N L/N: One night or a wife?

She scoffed, “That’s all they could come up with? How can they only think of me like that? I mean, girls in general… What if we were just friends?” Regulus chuckled, “Well this photo says more than friends, love.” She looked back down and saw him point to a photo of them sharing a kiss. Rolling her eyes, she huffed, “My point still stands.” He kissed her forehead, “It does, and it’s valid. I hate the fact that they do that to you, to young ladies like you as if you don’t deserve proper respect.”

Regulus sighed as he turned the page and read the article on the back. “They must’ve done some digging to find all this. My life can’t ever be private can it?” He tossed the paper down to the side by his feet, wrapping an arm around the y/h/c haired girl. “And I can’t believe that they dragged you into this.”

Y/N looked up at him with a faux scolding expression, “Regulus Reggie Black! Do you think I didn’t do my own reasearch before we started dating?” She nudged his side teasingly, “I know what I sighed up for, darling. I’d be damned if I give a damn what people say.” She let out a sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist and placed a kiss on his collar bone.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hid the smile that his lips formed at the words. Y/N L/N, pureblood who didn’t give a crap about blood status. The strongest girl he knew. A girl who stood firm in her beliefs and always heard people out. How he ended up with her, he couldn’t tell if he wanted to. He swore it was some higher power above that happened to push the two in each other’s direction. Fate, the universe, Merlin, or whatever else that could be out there… He owed them everything.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Y/N mumbled into his neck. Regulus buried his nose in her hair, “Just how you handle everything so beautifully. The scrutiny, all that nineteen-fifties crap our parents want from you, and not to mention my melancholia.” “We both know I have a thing for depressed boys dressed in black.” Her teasing tone made the taller of the two throw his head back in laughter.

Once he calmed down he brought his head down to rest on her’s. “I wish we could stay here forever. That we didn’t have anything looming over us all the time.” He felt her nod as they leaned against each other.

The couple stayed there till the sun started to rise. Till the midnight blue started fading into a amethyst purple and watched it bleed into the dark reds and oranges the sun carried with it. Both of them wishing they could stay in a time capsule, stuck in a world where the sky always held a lavender haze.

~*~

regulus black taglist: @mad-elia @sw34terw34ther @roxaya @caldor-28 @bookaholics-stuff @juneberrie @whorehalloween @broccoliitree @masivechaos @lily-the-ravenclaw

#ellora.writes #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #Spotify

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@headstrongblake said: “you know when blake went away…octavia was something else. had an answer or argument for every word that come out of my mouth,” nick chuckled sadly, “i used to wish for just one hour, hell, even ten minutes that’d she just be quiet. still. now i’d do anything for her to yell at me…for her to just open her eyes.” / nick & hunter, post shooting :’)))

hunter wasn't a religious person, he didn't believe in any god and saw things far too scientifically but he entered the church even though he felt as though he was a fish out of water here, that he didn't quite belong. perhaps he came just to feel the hope that those praying felt, that because he couldn't justify asking a higher power for help, it didn't mean others shouldn't nor that it wouldn't possibly help him feel the hope that was sometimes desperately radiating off the others. or perhaps he simply came because he knew nicklas frequented here every so often, that with what happened to octavia he had a hunch that the man might be here.

and he was. there was no mass at the moment, it was late enough into the evening that there were few people sprinkled about, nick being one of them in one of the many empty pews. hunter was silent as he moved to sit beside him, offering a softened gaze in greeting at the look of shock he recieved. he hoped that he hadn't intruded or crossed a boundary with the man but he had had a chance to speak with just about everyone but nicklas since the shooting. and after a long moment of silence, nick finally spoke.

sapphire eyes stayed low as he reached out to hold one of the scripture bibles that was sprinkled about, a small smile tracing his features as nick spoke about how wily and troublesome octavia had been those first couple years. it amused him mostly because it reminded him of himself and ryan, they always had to have the last word, and it was always some smart remark. but octavia wasn't nick's blood related sibling, he had taken her in as a promise to bellamy. while he was sure nick couldn't see it at the time, hunter knew that those two would grow close, that they acted like true siblings more than he and ryan did anymore and a soft amused breath escaped him as nick chuckled.

it was a sad sound and as his voice seemed to falter, hunter turned towards him, offering a hand to his shoulder. "she's going to be okay, nick," he assured in a quiet but firm voice. "you and i both know that that girl is a fighter -- you know more than most," he added, referencing what nick had shared with him. he was quiet a moment as his gaze left nick to look ahead, up at the altar. he squeezed nick's shoulder gently before returning it to his lap. "ryan always tells me that octavia is like a cat with nine lives," he murmured. "she has had to deal with far more than anyone should at her age," though he knew most of them had all dealt with their own pain an demons, "but, i believe she has made it through with the help of you. of all of you."

hunter glanced sideways, his monotone voice a low sound that seemed to fit right in the church. "i believe as long as she has you all, she will pull through," he gave a small nod at that, "and, well, she has made it through the most critical hours..." which was something that they could all hold onto as good news. that it wasn't a belief, or hope, but a fact, even if it was also a fact that the group of them supporting her, loved her.

#headstrongblake #verse: all american.#hunter everheart: answered ask.

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God I just feel exhausted today by encountering stuff that's just wrong by people who think they are setting the record straight.

As I've mentioned on and off over the years, I work at a nonprofit that primarily serves girls. We've literally always had the most inclusive approach by what that means, basically, "if you want to be served, we want to work with you."

Lately, our staff has gotten tied up in overly focusing on labels and there's a not insubstantial portion of the group who truly, fully believe that people cannot identify with BOTH being girls and ALSO being nonbinary and it's driving me up the fucking wall. Like, they really are thinking, "there's no longer TWO BOXES for gender there are THREE BOXES" and they're patting themselves on the back, whereas I am begging everyone to just burn the fucking boxes. Abolish boxes. Be box free. Anyway, today I heard it said AGAIN that someone cannot be both a woman AND also be something outside of womanness too, and I want to set my hair on fire in protest because I. am. literally. the. person. they. say. doesn't. exist. But they're apparently more interested in being "right" based of some 101 DEI training they went to than they are listening to people who live outside the binary.

And then there's the Thinx post of mine that blew up.

Literally from the moment I published the first version of the post, I regretted sampling the info from tweets that are inflammatory and scare style in tone. The tweets I chose were where I genuinely for the first time learned of the situation and as I always do, I gave credit to where I learned the thing. Some of the early comments I got rightfully pointed out how the original material implies that people are currently being harmed, physically, by the toxic materials in Thinx, when really the case is about the false advertising claims. I should have better clarified that there are not reports of Thinx damaging anyone's body……….yet, from the get-go. THAT SAID, the original tweets I posted in no way claim that anyone was harmed... but they DO SAY that if you think you may be harmed, don't take the class action settlement money so that you can sue them later if you need to. Which is still good advice, in my view.

What I don't regret at all was raising the alarm that Thinx doesn't have your best interests in mind as much as you may assume from their advertising and brand. I stand firm in my unshakeable belief that people have a right to know what's in the materials they put up close to their fucking genitals and that companies will happily lie to you about that kind of thing if it drives their profits. Now that folks are calling that post "blatant misinformation" I gotta just say for a moment: No. It's not. Read it again. While it is inflammatory, there is not actually ANY false information in that post. The closest it gets is by encouraging people to stop wearing their Thinx, which is an opinion that OP held, based on real information the case reveals. Other than that is says: Thinx has materials in it that are toxic that they previously did not reveal. IF you think you've been harmed, don't take the settlement money.

That's it. So YEAH feeling quite a bit frazzled today by bumping into some self-righteous views of "truth" that are actually false in and of themselves so just had to vent that shit.

Turning off reblogging on this because I only feel like sending this complaint to my followers 😂 But I always appreciate a ❤ as a sign of support for my whiny rants!

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tirions · 1 month

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zareen — basic info !

a/n: just a bit of background info on my baddest bitch <3 i might do physical headcanons separately

cw for mentions of blood and sex

some basic info; she’s a pureblood vampire, born near the beginning of karlheinz’s reign.

was born into an aristocratic household, but new money. her family specialised in fashion, specifically elevating the designs that vampires have been wearing for centuries, as well as making new designs with mortal fashion as its sole inspiration.

they weren’t very popular in the beginning but the more their success grew (mostly due to karlheinz), the more desperate they became for an heir. it was a struggle, but eventually there was hope… which came crashing down the moment it was announced that zareen was a girl.

she was born april 7th, on a gentle spring night, so contradictory to the woman she’d grow into.

her name, zareen, means golden. it seems like a lovely and prosperous name, but it was actually chosen because the first thing her mother laid eyes on after giving birth were yellow chrysanthemums on her bedside table, gifted in congratulations to the birth, and the petals shimmered like spun gold in the candlelight. it was a name given with little thought.

after giving birth to zareen, they were never able to have another child a son, so they had no choice but to raise her as the heiress.

her childhood was a long stretch of stuffy studies, books on politics, textiles and history stacked so high they could topple at any moment and the bitter resentment her parents lurking just underneath the surface of their pristine exterior.

through and through, zareen is selfish, stubborn and hotheaded. in her childhood, she did try to get some sort of praise from her parents through her efforts in studying, but when nothing came of it she began to do whatever the hell she wanted.

her adolescence was the worst for this. eventually she grew to be gluttonous, fleeing to the mortal realm where the bloodbags were plentiful on more than one occasion. this rippled through the demon world for its issues concerning vampire hunters. she eventually calmed down slightly as she matured a little but this was this awakening of her indulgent nature.

lust and gluttony were her two main motivators in her young adulthood. she took many lovers, both in the mortal and demon world.

she’s sapphic though, so all of them were women. i don’t see the vampire clan being too annoyed at this, but they are misogynistic as hell, so she has been branded as “loose” on more than one occasion.

it’s her firm belief that if she were a man, nobody would bat an eye at her. you can only have a long list of lovers if you’re a man? fuck that.

deep down she knows it’s also because the men who scorn her can never have her. not just because of her sexuality, but because nobody could force marriage upon her since she’s the only biological heir to her family’s business and therefore isn’t in need of financial or social security (whether they actually let her take over is another story💀)

she’s well-known for her striking beauty. strong yet feminine facial features with plump, richly painted lips, eyes like two drops of blood rain and glowy, bronze skin.

she has a womanly essence about her that drives the aristocratic men crazy, but the fact that she wouldn’t pander to them or accept their proposals to be a little wife hanging off their arm for eternity just leaves a sour taste in their mouths.

one of the most hated yet desired women of the court. gets compared to cordelia a lot but she resents that because she would never “throw herself at the foot of a man”, in her own words.

used to drink any and all blood (and too much of it too) when she was younger but because of the diverse tastes she’s experienced, she soon picks out her favourite and becomes more picky in her drink choices.

she hasn’t changed much all her life. she was a stubborn girl who grew into a stubborn woman. selfish down to the core, it’s no wonder all of her relationships were severed or remained skin-deep. no love exists for such a sadistic creature… at the very least, it died long before it could ever blossom.

in modern day, she’s still the same outline of this woman, but the fire coiled in her gut is flickering itself out into mere cinders. the sluggishness of a being lived too long plagues her mind.

what do you do when you’ve tried and done everything there is in life? even the taste of the sweetest blood does little to dull that numbness now…

through it, though, there’s a nostalgia that lingers with her. she finds herself thinking back on those days, regretting it all.

maybe if she hadn’t been so prideful, she’d be beside her. long blonde curls, and a big grin…

#diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #dialovers oc #dl oc #dialovers #dl #diabolik lovers oc #zareen

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lilmerh · 11 months

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for pride asks!!

3, which pronouns do you use?

7, are you the token queer person in your family?

14, how do you think other factors like neurodivergency or upbringing have impacted your identity?

21, what message would you give to your younger self?

25, which part of queer discourse frustrates you the most?

3. She/they/he and also secretly fae prns!! I don't like telling people my pronouns. It makes me gender dysphoric for some reason I can't quite figure out

7. I think so! At least I'm the only openly gay person I know in my entire fam

14. My upbringing definitely helped bc I wasn't raised by homo/transphobic people, nor were surrounded by them in school or other places. This led to me having no shame upon learning I was gay (I did have a bit of a struggle with not being "trans enough", but overtime I worked through that).

My Autism Sense Of Justice made me very stubborn in my beliefs of LGBT rights, equity n equality, and I try to speak in favour of this whenever I can (in class, assignments, and such, mainly).

My autism itself didn't impact my gay identities much... except for figuring out my romantic identity. A major question I asked myself used to be "am I aromantic or just autistic???". Those two may seem unrelated, but being autistic, it made me question my aromantic identity a lot. The main reason was basically "am I actually aromantic, or does my autism just mean I dislike/experience differently the societal expectations of romance?" f.ex. kissing, that weird eye contact thing, other body language "signs" of crushing, playing hard to get n other things that were viewed as romantic that I just hated.

Over time I came to the conclusion that I should just... try calling myself aromantic and follow other aros and read their experiences and see if my mind changed. If I was wrong, I could always just... change the label I use for myself. An' now I confidently identify as aromantic lol (technically more accurately greyromantic and biromantic, but I just say aromantic because it's easier + I don't have to care too much about defining myself)

21. I don't have much I would say to myself tbh. If anything, I would tell my younger self to not watch like... Steven Crowder and other cringe ppl's LGBT videos. During a short period of time (that I grew out of bc I stopped agreeing with their views), I used to watch conservative's vids on LGBT because I believed I "had to remain neutral" (for whatever reason) and so had to "respect" their takes even if I didn't agree with em.

I don't know if I would actually tell my younger self to not watch them, though, bc I think in some way, having had that short phase was beneficial to my development?

-It makes me slightly more understanding to people who don't know much about the LGBT and might say off things. Since I fell for the cringe ppl's words for a short bit, I can extend a certain degree of understanding to people who aren't outright hateful, but still say off things/agree with the cringe ppl (note "a certain degree")

-The embarassement from having listened to bigoted ppl for some time makes me wore open to learn an be against exclusion + be more firm in my own beliefs because OMG I do NOT want to repeat that mistake again *skull emoji*

25. If I were to pick one... probably the insistance that labels are set in stone and no person can ever break them or use contradictory or confusing labels.

Gayness, for many of us is hard to define, or we might just not want to, for whatever reason. For some, using a broad label like "queer" is more comfortable. For some people, their labels might change with time or how they feel (say, a genderfluid person who identifies as achillean "despite" being a girl sometimes). Sometimes it's a matter of community (like, a transmasc still calling himself a lesbian, even though that label is mainly assosciated with women, because he identified as a lesbian for years and still does bc he still has ties to the community). Sometimes people choose one label over another more "accurate" one (like me!! I think omnisexual would technically describe my attraction the most accurately, and yet I choose bi. It's more well known + it's just always been there for me, yk?)

Being gay is confusing!! Not everyone can decipher the exact labels that describe their experiences perfectly. Not everyone wants to, either. Some people feel more trapped by doing that than just calling themselves "trans".

I am all for people making super-specific labels to describe their experiences, and I ALSO think no one should force another gay person to use/conform to a specific label.

In my opinion, LGBT labels are mainly useful for two things:

To understand your own experience, describe your experience to yourself

Communicate that experience to others, find community, have a word for your similar experiences, use that word + community to fight against anyone who tells you you're lesser than or don't exist

I think the more important factor is that people feel comfortable with the label they choose, rather than fretting about which label to choose.

Policing labels never does anything helpful for the community, it just brings infighting. Also, it ignores the fact that each label has a different definition depending on who you talk to. Many labels also have a long history, which means people are gonna have different opinions of what it means because language naturally changes and evolves. (One term is "lesbian". I've seen so many different definitions and flag variations, I probably couldn't list them all. Another one is "transgender", which evolved from "transsexual" which evolved from "transvestite".) No label in the LGBT community is viewed 100% identically by every person. Therefore, we should just let people assign whichever label they want to their own experience.

Everyone experiences being gay differently; forcing everyone with a specific experience to use a specific identity kills the biodiversity and variation within that community.

#ask time #this doesn't feel very... coherent... but i hope you will still enjoy reading #lilh text

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Disclaimer: First things first, because it needs to be said, I am not catholic or christian. But! I grew up in between both communities, and they made me study the bible, superficially, just to make their point.

My parents allowed me to grew up reading fairytales and stuff that would never ever be dreamed lol so things like witchcraft, paganism, hinduism, buddhism, among other things and luckily the schools I went didn't care about it enough because they gave money to them. Yeah, very much like gossip girl. You can really get away with a lot of things if you throw enough money. So:

1. This post, is not meant to be religious.

2. I study literature and art. I'm supposed to read this book as part of my studies. But because of my years at school were a complete torture, I decided to create these notes to have fun while I'm at it. Otherwise I don't think I'll be able to finish it.

3. This post doesn't pretend to attack on any kind of beliefs displayed here. I just want to rationalize it. I'm still a firm believer that if there's a god, that god loves us no matter what we do: And there's no hell.

Let's go through Genesis together...

Genesis 3:17 KJV - 17 And unto Adam he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;

So basically God creates all. Makes them similar and then punishes them for doing something he would have done. But he knows it all. Suuure kiddo. 🙄

Genesis 4:15-17 KJV - .

16 And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.

17 And Cain knew his wife; and she conceived, and bare Enoch: and he builded a city, and called the name of the city, after the name of his son, Enoch.

Either his wife is Lilith or Eve. If it's Eve means he committed incest(?)

Also, why does the Lord forsakens Cain, Adam and Eve if he is supposed to forgive it all??? 😭

Genesis 5:7 KJV - And Seth lived after he begat Enos eight hundred and seven years, and begat sons and daughters:

They are freaking vampires 😱🤣

Genesis 5:26 KJV - And Methuselah lived after he begat Lamech seven hundred eighty and two years, and begat sons and daughters:

pls stawwp 😭💀 the whole chapter brings nothing to the plot.

Genesis 6:7 KJV

And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.

Psycho killer God enters scene.. so far he was only narcissist 😳

Genesis 6:12 KJV - And God looked upon the earth, and, behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted his way upon the earth.

B-but we're supposed to be like youuuuu 😭🤣🤣 I think he hates himself way too much, we're not that bad. 👀

Genesis 6:14 KJV - Make thee an ark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make in the ark, and shalt pitch it within and without with pitch.

So much for being a favourite of the Lord lol he makes you work like there's no tomorrow.. oh wait~~ lol

Genesis 6:15 KJV - this is the fashion which thou shalt make it of: The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits.

ummm god.... shall i show you this youtube video i found where it's proven that this is impossible based on the physics you gave to this planet???

Genesis 6:16 KJV - A window shalt thou make to the ark, and in a cubit shalt thou finish it above; and the door of the ark shalt thou set in the side thereof; with lower, second, and third stories shalt thou make it

They're gonna die of stinkinness because of everyone's poop 😭😭 so nooooo pleaaaasee. What have they done to you? Weren't they your favorite family and all that?... forgive me father for i have sinned but don't make me your favorite please(?)

Genesis 7:6 KJV - And Noah was six hundred years old when the flood of waters was upon the earth.

So he was really young uh? 💀

Genesis 7:8 KJV

Of clean beasts, and of beasts that are not clean, and of fowls, and of every thing that creepeth upon the earth,

wdym clean and not clean? take a shower before entering the Ark pls😭😭

Genesis 7:13 KJV

In the selfsame day entered Noah, and Shem, and Ham, and Japheth, the sons of Noah, and Noah's wife, and the three wives of his sons with them, into the ark;

can't stop thinking about termites, woodpeckers, and poop 🙊😵

must be really stinky there 😬💩

Genesis 8:4 KJV

And the ark rested in the seventh month, on the seventeenth day of the month, upon the mountains of Ararat.

they could have just moved on to another place lol apparently the flood wasn't everywhere. 🥴😶

Genesis 8:5 KJV

And the waters decreased continually until the tenth month: in the tenth month, on the first day of the month, were the tops of the mountains seen.

The mountains must be like.... not that high.

Genesis 8:6 KJV

And it came to pass at the end of forty days, that Noah opened the window of the ark which he had made:

😳 you're telling me he survived all that poop!?

Genesis 8:17 KJV

Bring forth with thee every living thing that is with thee, of all flesh, both of fowl, and of cattle, and of every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth; that they may breed abundantly in the earth, and be fruitful, and multiply upon the earth.

This guy sounds like he's a vouyerist tbh 😶

(Genesis - First 4 chapters)

Narcissistic/Bipolar God: I created y'all. You're like me. Obbey me. Love me. I'm leaving this cookie here! ^♡^

>.> don't touch or eat it.

...you ate it!?!?

I hate y'all cuz you don't do what I say. Go away....

... Where are you going? What are you doing? 👀😭😭 don't leave me.

(Genesis - chapter 5 to 8)

Psycho Killer God: let's make a terrarium. let's kill them all by flooding everything.

(Genesis - Chapter 8)

Genesis 8:21 KJV

And the LORD smelled a sweet savour; and the LORD said in his heart, I will not again curse the ground any more for man's sake; for the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.

Vouyerist God: Okay, now let me watch you while you have sex 😀🧐

*they start cooking and God smells smth*

What is that smell? There's pie!? is it for meeeee???

Genesis 9:1 KJV

And God blessed Noah and his sons, and said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth.

Vouyerist God: 'Kay I killed your kind, but chill dude! Now let me watch ya having sex 👀🍿

Genesis 9:3 KJV

Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you; even as the green herb have I given you all things.

God: You can kill too!! ^♡^

Genesis 9:4 KJV

But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat.

God: I don't like Hannibal 😒 Don't be like Hannibal!! Or I'll kill ya 😇

Genesis 9:5 KJV

And surely your blood of your lives will I require; at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man.

Vampire God: Ohhh BTW I'm a vampire *reveals*

Noah: 😳

Genesis 9:29 KJV

And all the days of Noah were nine hundred and fifty years: and he died.

i~~ another vampire I see 😀

Genesis 10:15-17 KJV - And Canaan begat Sidon his firstborn, and Heth,

16 And the Jebusite, and the Amorite, and the Girgasite, 17 And the Hivite, and the Arkite, and the Sinite,

Where do they get all these names? O.o The person narrating this one must have been obsessed with names ._.

I mean... I understand because I have lists with thousands of names because duhh i'm a writer too. But seriously??? Why do I need so many names when IDGF about them cuz next line they're already dead. Show me smth more interesting pls 😭😬

Genesis 10:25 KJV

And unto Eber were born two sons: the name of one was Peleg; for in his days was the earth divided; and his brother's name was Joktan.

Peleg 😳 is he the same one that likes sports?? idk if it was football soccer or basketball tho... 🤔🤔

Genesis 11:3 KJV

And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them throughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for morter.

Random thought but we should make a Musical/Slime Tutorial about The Babel Tower

Babel Slime Tutorial~~ ^♡^

Genesis 11:6 KJV

And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.

Genesis 11:7-9 KJV - Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.

8 So the LORD scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city.

9 Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the LORD did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the LORD scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

He wants us to reach to him. To call. To go with him. To be with him. But as soon as one wants that as well he changes his mind. And then he questions us whyyyyy we're forgetting about him...

ummm what is it called~?

Well, whatever... he's sick. 😶🥴

Needs a psychiatrist.

I still need to finish this but... so far those are my notes... please don't hate me 😅

#reading list #bible funny #bible

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apathetic-dry-rot · 2 months

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Risky post but I'm writing to work through some childhood trauma n shit & I need to dump it somewhere

tw: for like, a bunch of my childhood trauma, mommy & daddy issues, mild kidnapping, stalking, mental abuse/gaslighting, mention of CSA

I wanna be a better person than the parents I had growing up.

roughly 800 words

My mother was born in the early 1980s under the stars of Gemini.

23 years later I was born under the stars of the Ram.

It was just me and her for years and years, and I like to think we could’ve had the relationship displayed by Lorelai and Rory Gilmore, but as I look back, I see it was much more complicated than that.

There’s fighting, arguments, absence, independence learned at too early of an age that upsets her, because I don't need her as much as she thinks I do now.

But I am my mother’s child. I am stubborn, fierce, firm in my beliefs, and always willing to bend over backwards tenfold to take care of those closest to me.

My mother is also somewhat of a narcissist. If I do not bend to her every whim I am defiant. If I have a different viewpoint than her I am attacking her, and if I ask her opinion on something and then end up choosing the option she’d voted against I am deliberately oppositional with the means to undermine her. She needed to know my every move, every breath, every thought, to the point where she was threatening to install cameras in my bedroom.

But on the other hand, she’s also a relatively lenient mother. In her own way, she was fun to be around under certain circumstances. She let me speak relatively freely to her about topics like weed or my sex life. She’d let me drink alcohol on special occasions like holidays and sample her wine when she tried something new or even shared a bottle or two with me when we went on girl trips.

She was a single mother who was trying to make ends meet on her own.

And the man who was supposed to be my father was certainly of no help.

He was absent, a man who gaslit and manipulated me against my mother’s family and made me feel like an outsider to them simply because I am not blood family. He’d stalked my mother, claimed he wanted to make me ugly and unlovable so no man would ever want me (joke’s on him though, I grew to realize I’m gay), and has even threatened to kidnap me on multiple occasions, succeeding once (I’d gotten super sick and had to be taken to the ER, where they called my mother because I was on her insurance).

The man that I call my father today isn’t exactly the best either.

He’s very hot-and-cold with me, and favors his sons, often treating me as additional baggage that came with my mother when they got together.

I always get the sense that he kind of hates me or resents me for some reason. I don’t know if I’ll ever know why.

My childhood wasn’t the easiest; my innocence was stolen from me, I had a somewhat absent mother, a lack of any stable male authority figure that put effort into caring about me, and I never got to meet my biological parents. But it also wasn’t the worst childhood ever. There was always food on the table, I had plenty of toys and clothes, even if they were secondhand, and I never felt necessarily unloved.

I’ve grown to be better. I want to be a better parent and not have a glass wall between me and my future kids. I don’t want to be absent from their childhoods trying to provide for them and then try to rush to make up for lost time when they’re in their teens. I don’t want my kids to worry about if the psycho man who punched a hole through their mother’s door is going to try and come take them from her, or stay awake at night wondering why no father wants them as his child. I want them to grow up in a household filled with more love, laughter, and music than I did, and be able to crawl into bed next to me for comfort when they’ve had a bad day or a nightmare at any age. I want to teach them how to regulate and communicate their emotions so they don’t have to bottle them up until they explode or shut down. I don’t want my issues to become their issues, nor do I want them to become my own therapist when I should be there to lend an ear for them. I want to be the fun, cool, easy-going mom whose door is always open and shoulders or ears always available. I want my children to trust me and feel safe around me.

I want to do better.

I will do better.

My children will not go through what I did.

#avery talks #avery writes #heyyy i've got trauma #i'm working through this so i can be a good parent one day #my parents hella sucked lowkey #this is cheaper than therapy so leave me alone #averycore

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hollywood-addicts · 1 year

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Kitty Precious’s Background

Kitty was born in a small mostly “Christian” neighborhood in Alabama with her two parents and one brother. Her parents were firm in their belief that they were robbed in evolution so they developed a hatred for Carnivores. The church that they went to also had this same belief, and they thought that one day, the “Day of Reconciliation” would come and would whip out all of the Carnivores so that they would finally be in their rightful place in society.

The church was basically a right wing flame pit, which means they also had hatred for everyone that wasn’t in their perfect image (white straight male basically). Apart from having that in her system, Kitty’s first dose of the comedy world also had similar ideologies in its work.

At the age of 13, Kitty accidentally got separated from her family when they had to stop near a carnival to get gas. When she was looking for them, she stumbled on a young toucan named Loops Fruit. Having only heard that Birds were messengers of the Devil, she was confused that Loops looked nice and normal.

After hearing parts of Kitty’s thinking (and trying to brush off some of her weird comments), Loops decided to bring Kitty around to show her the games and rides of the carnival, and to show her that her church was “bogus.” After a little while, Kitty spotted her parents coming towards her and pushed Loops out of the line of sight.

“I don’t know why I want to help you all of a sudden—I was told to hate you—but I know that I don’t want my parents to hurt you, Bird Friend.”

They couldn’t get contact information but they figured out a way to recognize each other: Kitty would move her arms up and down like she was clawing something, and Loops would flap her wings-aka like a secret hand shake. While Kitty was being dragged away she motioned this to Loops.

Back at home, Kitty, against her teachings, stole a phone and started researching basically everything. Slowly over time, she started to realize that her teachings was all propaganda and that when she turned 18, she would move out of her town faraway in California. Once she moved, she got a job as a stripper to support herself.

While she enjoyed that type of dancing, she didn’t like the attention that she got from men, both nice and creepy. On the day that she quit, her manager helped her realize that she may have a thing for girls.

After getting out of that environment, she realized that she had a liking for acting. At first, she just starred in commercials and background roles, but that is how she met Lola. Lola was the youngest supporting cast member, but she already was starting to get a fan base since she’s been doing it for so long. They hit it off right away and soon they were doing project after project together.

When they were in their 30s, they started looking for the cast of their sitcom, Batty Banter. While they were doing that, they stumbled on a very familiar toucan in the acting field. At first, Loops and Kitty didn’t recognize each other, but on the inside they had suspicion. Eventually, over a little bit of time, they did figure it out.

The hidden suspicion Kitty had was what led her to try and recruit Loops…and perhaps some attraction as well.

#hollywood addicts #original story #original premise #kitty precious #Kitty #character background #oc

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To the younger Alex,

If you were to talk to me now I feel like you would hate the way I turned out, maybe because of how I act now, and maybe because of my decisions in life too. I know that you’re a firm believer that you can do all things alone, don’t get me wrong I may still have that kind of tendency even now.

Right now, the younger version of myself that I picture I’m talking to is the one in junior high school, it was a hell of a ride and I’m actually guilty of something, I feel like I should confess this to you. I’m in college now, specifically on my last semester, funny right? We never really had any plans to go further than seventeen, our plans stopped there, now I literally feel like I bullshit my way through life, you know, the typical faking it till you make it kind of vibe. Contrary to your belief and I’m going to spoil it to you and you won’t have a choice, you won’t be entering med school, you didn’t enter STEM in senior high school and you’d always say you just wanted to feel different that’s why you entered HUMSS, let’s be real, it’s just the two of us, you chickened out because you believed you weren’t smart enough, I still think that today though. I’m studying communication arts even though you have troubles trying to speak and I think I still have it now, I don’t know how to socialize very well too if you’re curious, but I’m always trying.

You who lost your friends in your third year of high school and completely detaching yourself from everyone in your last year of high school actually have friends now that you will cherish probably for the rest of your life. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to meet them any time earlier than what has happened already, not that it’s possible, but you actually changed a lot after graduation junior high school, you’re going to be doing better, heck you’re going to look so much better. Most of your insecurities, you will work on it little by little, even now, I’m probably still working on it. But you know, we’re doing a lot better and I want to give you some credit for it. What you went through to become me was a hard feat and not everyone can go through it alone. If you were to ask the people that I cherish now to describe me, they’d say I’m weird and emotionally numb in a wrong kind of way, I spend a lot of money on pictures of boys and girls that do not know me, I think I look pretty when I have makeup on that I don’t want to date anyone because they don’t deserve me, see I’m pretty spiteful and we won’t get along, but it’s okay I will respect your decision, I’m still the one doing better emotionally and mentally, I mean I’m actually the one trying to erase you, I don’t want people meeting you or knowing about you. But I’m trying to mend everything, I feel like this is how I would grow into the person I still aspire to be, I’ll probably come in terms with being friends with you, not now but maybe in the future, like I said I’m still working on myself.

I really don’t want to share my problems with you because I know you, you still have a lot on your plate, even now, I’m writing this to you so I can give you the words that I’ve always wanted to hear, that no one told me when I needed it, don’t worry I won’t be a cheesy sap, you hate it and I still do. You really should stop comparing yourself to others, you’re doing well on your own and I believe in you. Life isn’t a race you should stop rushing into things, try to enjoy life a bit more even if the circumstances aren’t in your favor. Cry if you feel like crying because no one will really commend you for not crying, let yourself show some emotions because you will lose capability in a few years, you’re going to miss it. Even then I don’t regret it and I wouldn’t want it any other way, I’m trying to live life without regrets and you should too, I mean you’ll learn to do it along the way, I’m still you after all. Good luck to you! There are some funny incidents that will happen to you and you deserve every little thing that will happen. It’s a part of the *growth process* or the *character development*. I’ll write to you again someday. But that will be it for now. You are loved.

Sincerely,

The better Alex

#tots

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Cheating | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Klaus gives Five’s girlfriend a dare to see how he’ll react.

“ Are you sure this a good idea? “ Klaus queried as Y/n began applying makeup to her neck, “ What do you mean? “ Y/n asked in response as she looked in the mirror to stare at the male.

“ He’s an assassin, for Christ sakes! He’s going to literally kill me. “ Klaus retorted as if it were the most obvious thing ever, “ And so was I. “ Y/n beckoned, turning around.

Klaus sighed, “ I know that. I just don’t think this is a good idea. “ Klaus repeated, and Y/n crossed her arms, “ Well, it was your idea in the first place. “ Y/n informed.

“ I know. “ Klaus said defeated, “ Great! All you have to do is stay in our apartment. It’s not that bad. “ Y/n spoke as she began walking to the kitchen.

“ I suppose. What do you wanna do in the meantime? “ The male asked as Y/n grabbed snacks, “ Mario kart? “

Klaus grinned, “ Perfect! “

Y/n and Klaus sat on the couch playing the game for hours on end. Truth be told, Y/n was relatively fearful that Five would take this prank too far, considering how possessive he is with her.

Nonetheless, Y/n knew that if things got out of hand, she’d be able to stop him. Just a few days ago, Klaus thought of the brilliant idea to prank Five, saying how Y/n was ‘cheating’ on him.

Obviously, he didn’t expect Y/n actually to do it. It was a playful comment that held absolutely no meaning, but Y/n was determined to go through it. Honestly, she wanted to see what he’d do too.

The plan was Y/n would make a hickey on her neck with makeup. It was the most cliché way of going about it but definitely the most practical. Klaus would be in the bedroom, and when Y/n gave the signal, he’d enter the main room.

Hanging out with Klaus was definitely the most effective way of getting Five’s jealousy through the roof. He loved his girl with all of his heart and wanted no one to take her from him. This was the girl he planned to spend the rest of his life with.

Five initially hated this girl. She was cocky, sarcastic, and witty beyond belief. The girl worked at the commission and was assigned his partner, which they both despised, seeing as they were both independent.

However, since time works in weird ways, they both became fond of each other. She found herself catching feelings for him much before he did himself. It took months for them to become friends, let alone love interests, but it happened.

Now, Five couldn’t ever get enough of her. Being with Five was like endless cuddles, kisses, affection, and meaningful conversations. The communication between the two lovers was through the roof. No stone was ever left unturned.

“ Okay, Five just texted me saying he’s three minutes away. Go hide in the bedroom. “ Y/n rushed as Klaus jumped up from the couch, “ Yep! “ Klaus shouted from the bedroom.

Y/n began cleaning up the mess they left, and when Five entered the room, he discarded all unneeded items. Then he walked towards his loving girlfriend, washing dishes.

Five walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist gently. She’d be lying if it didn’t make her cheeks flush a brilliant pink color. The male nuzzled his nose into her shoulder.

“ I’m home, my love. “ Five’s muffled voice spoke as her shoulder covered his mouth, “ Nah, I couldn’t tell. “ Y/n retorted sarcastically.

The female placed the dishes in the sink and turned around his arms. Now they faced each other, both her hands cupping his cheeks as his green eyes stared into her e/c ones. Both were in a loved-filled daze, and Y/n completely forgot about the prank.

That is, until Five moved some hair from her neck, noticing the discolored skin, “ Love? “ Five slightly pouted, “ Mmm? “ Y/n hummed in response, unable to follow his eyes.

Suddenly his love-filled eyes turned more with an upset look, “ What's on your neck? “ Five asked curiously as he gently swiped his finger over the makeup, “ I- I don’t know what you’re on about. “ Y/n nervously stated.

“ I need to ask you a question, and you need to answer honestly. “ Five spoke with his voice as firm as possible, making Y/n nod and gulp in response, “ Are you cheating on me? “

Fives hands went from her waist to her cheeks, and hers fell to her side. Y/n let out a sigh, not locking eyes with his. Admittedly she was surprised with how calm he managed to stay during this whole situation.

He took her silence as a yes and let go of her. Without another word, he walked into the bedroom. This prank had failed because she wasn’t planning on him being so calm. But when he entered the bedroom to see a boxer wearing, that’s when his anger released.

“ What the fuck! “ Five yelled from the bedroom, “ Shit! “ Y/n cursed, running to the bedroom.

She found Five holding Klaus against the wall choking him, not killing him but making it painful.

“ Five! “ Y/n yelled, “ You won’t lay your hands on my girl ever again. Cause I swear to god if you do, I will kill you myself- “ Five spat as he ignored his girlfriend, yelling at him.

“ It was a prank! “ Y/n shouted, and Five immediately dropped Klaus, “ That got your attention. “ Y/n murmured.

Five looked at her, and through his anger-filled look, she could see his eyes filled with tears. He was trying so hard not to cry when sneering at Klaus, and she could see that now. Klaus scrambled up and left the room. He probably left the apartment too.

When Klaus left is when Five fell apart, “ This was all a prank? “ Five managed through gritted teeth, “ Mhm. “ Y/n hummed.

“ Prove it. “ Five demanded, and Y/n sighed.

The girl walked over to her vanity and grabbed a makeup wipe. She showed him the white towel and rubbed it over the makeup on her neck. Afterward, she handed him the towel, now covered in blue and purple makeup while her neck was its original color.

Gently Five lifted her jaw and moved the hair from that area to see it completely gone. To say he was relieved would be putting it lightly. The girl who he loved and planned to marry had just lifted every weight off his shoulders.

Without a second thought, he embraced her tightly, and she did the same, “ If you do that again, I will kill you. “ Five spoke, “ I won’t. “ Y/n responded.

“ Good because I love you too much. “

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Mistletoe

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, sass, fake dating trope, alcohol consumption, smut. A/N: an old story, I’m just uploading everything to the new blog now And adding in the new tag lists.

“Arrggghhh!” The strangled cry from your office gained Rita’s attention as she’d crossed through the firm back to her own, the vision of your cell phone going flying through the room causing her to pause, leaning against the door frame.

“Barba driving you insane? Or do you have one of those clients I warned you about?” She smirked softly. Your huffed out a sigh, looking across at her, annoyance ever president on your face.

“I would rather be dealing with a very guilty baby killer than this right now.” You groaned, running your heads over your face before it dropped to the desk in front of you.

“What’s going on?” Rita moved into your office easily, swinging the door shut behind her.

From the moment you’d started at her firm the two of you had become friends, you had a ferociousness that she rarely saw in new lawyers, and you were one that immediately started to work for the defence. You still had your morals, but you knew where to draw the line, knowing exactly what situations you were getting into before you got into them. Rita was more than okay with spilling a few of her overflow clients your way, and amazed at the way you managed to defend them perfectly in a courtroom. She particularly loved the way you absolutely eviscerated Barba nearly every time you went up against him. Despite the age gap the two of you had gotten along swimmingly, even more than the others in the firm, usually spending working lunches together, or pursuing drinks after work as a way to wind down. It’d been nearly four years and honestly, you were some of the closest friends the other had after so long in the industry.

“My fucking Mother.” You groaned, rolling your eyes, nodding a thanks as Rita dropped the tossed cell phone back onto your desk. “Every year since I was in high school it’s like a goddamn sin if I don’t bring someone home for Christmas and I am sick of it.” Rita chuckled softly, “two years ago I bribed Jensen to come with me in an attempt to piss of my parents and they barely flinched when I told them he was someone from work..who got off on a technicality for three homicides. They only cared that he was a nice enough looking man!” Rita nearly howled at that,

“You brought a fucking serial killer to your house on Christmas?!”

“It wasn’t my house!” You shrugged, “besides, you always told me they’re much more likely to go after the D.A’s not those defending them.”

“I didn’t mean they were okay to bring home to mom and dad!” She countered, a laugh echoing through the room as she perched herself on the side of your desk. You let out a hefty sigh,

“I’m just at the point where I honestly don’t give a fuck. I don’t want to go home at all but if I don’t, I’ll have my brother at my goddamn door on Christmas Eve ready to drive me up to Danbury no questions asked. I just..want to piss them off past no belief. Bring someone home who they don’t expect, even if it’s not real, just fuck them up enough they’ll finally shut up for a few years.”

“Have you ever brought home a woman?” She asked.

“Yes. I tried that. They know I’ve fought for years that I much prefer women, they just don’t seem to get it. The last girl I brought home they were convinced was just my friend. Though she was too chicken for any amount of P.D.A, I don’t even know if she was out to her family. Clearly that one didn’t last too long.” You rolled your eyes again as Rita chuckled.

“Well…what about someone substantially older than you?”

“Rita,” you laughed, “I think all the men from sugar daddy apps have their own families to be with on Christmas.”

“I have no obligation to see mine.” Your head cocked as you looked up at her, a brow raised.

“Are you offering to come with me?”

“All you have to do is ask.” She smirked. You dropped your pen, cupping one of her hands in yours as you gave her the best fake puppy dog eyes you could muster.

“Rita Calhoun, will you be my fake girlfriend this Christmas to piss of my horribly fucking annoying family?”

“I’d love to.” You laughed when she bent forward, kissing your head playfully before hopping off your desk, “You’re in luck too, I’m a high upgrade from a convicted serial killer.”

“Not convicted! I got him off.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“Not like that!” She cackled as she dodged the stapler you hucked at her, safely escaping your office.

“You sure you’re fine not seeing your family?” You asked, eyes trained on the road.

“I am more than okay with it.” Rita replied, “This will be far more entertaining than sitting around being asked when I’m going to finally have a kid and being told that time’s starting to run out.”

“Oh God, this shit never ends, does it?” You glanced over at her, noting the laugh on her face.

“It really doesn’t. And I am more than content just being Aunt Rita.”

“Yeah you can mark me down for staying as the fun wine Aunt any day.” The other woman chuckled at your remark.

“How many kids are going to be there today?”

“Two. Cassy’s six, Maggie just turned one. Both my younger sister’s kids, my brother’s the baby of the family and somehow gets out of the constant questioning of when he’s settling down. They’re good kids, I mean…the baby’s…”

“A baby?”

“Exactly. I mean, she’ll be walking now…I think? Fuck if I know how kids work.” You laughed, “It was horrible last year, like, no..I don’t want to hold her, she looks like an alien. Can I please have more wine?”

“Agreed completely.”

The conversation varied between a few other things, you ran over any basics of your family, how Christmas dinner was usually structured. The drive was just over an hour, but the roads were already starting to turn, it’d been snowing since noon and honestly part of you was praying it would get worse and you could bail before you even got there. Then again, you’d miss out on the fun that was torturing your parents with this whole façade.

You pulled into the driveway behind the car that you knew was your brother’s, knowing his plan was usually to drink heavily and crash in his old room. Since you knew the weather wasn’t going to be great, (and while your little Toyota did just fine in the city when you needed it, it didn’t deal well with highways full of snow) you’d suggested bringing overnight bags just in case. You grabbed your bag, along with the bag nearly overflowing with presents and head Rita to the door, thankful it was unlocked and you wouldn’t need to deal with keys.

“Hi!” You called into the house, dumping your bag in the sitting room off to the right, motioning for Rita to follow suit. Kicking off your shoes you heard a pattering of small feet as you started undoing your coat.

“Auntie!” Cassy yelped in glee as she raced towards you, hands outstretched. You were lucky enough you caught her wrists in time, stopping her half a foot away thanks to the icing nearly coating her hands.

“Woah…let’s keep those sticky hands away from the Prada, baby.” You plopped a kiss to her head, turning her in your arms, “How about you go wash up and then you’ll get a hug?” Rita chuckled at the entire interaction, knowing she would’ve done the exact same thing. Your brother popped around the corner next, beer already in his hand,

“Hey.” He gave you a one armed hug, a quick kiss on the cheek as he grabbed the presents from you. His eyes moved behind you to Rita, extending a hand, “Patrick.” She gave a quick greeting in reply before he turned back to you, “Mom’s gonna fucking kill you.”

“At this point I’m purposely trying to give her an aneurysm.” You joked, reaching for Rita’s hand as you moved into the vast combo living and dining room.

“Ma! We’re all here now!” Patrick called out, dropping the bag of gifts at the foot of the tree, he shot you a smirk as your Mother called back from the kitchen.

“Oh excellent! Y/N I can’t wait to meet the wonderful young man you’v-“ She cut herself off suddenly as she moved through the kitchen doorway, her eyes landing on you and Rita hand in hand. You giggled softly, wrapping your free arm around Rita’s bicep, snuggling against her briefly before kissing her cheek.

“This is Rita. She’s one of the senior partners at the firm, hell, she’s one of the best defence attorneys in the city.” You redirected your attention to Rita, gesturing “My Mom, Lisa.”

“It’s…so nice to meet you.” Your Mom gave a small smile alongside her greeting.

“Likewise. I’ve heard wonderful things. Thank you so much for having us tonight, I know how hectic the holidays can be.” She smiled softly, “Your daughter is…truly magnificent. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” Turning to you Rita cupped your cheek with her free hand, gently nuzzling against your nose before kissing the tip of it, “She’s an incredible asset to the firm as well, she does fantastic work.”

“Oh stop…” you playfully feigned embarrassment, ducking to kiss her shoulder.

“Well..” Your Mother broke into the moment again, “Drinks?”

“Oh yes please!” You followed her into the kitchen, leaving Rita in the capable hands of your brother to make quick introductions as the rest of the family made their way into the room.

You handed Rita a glass of Pinot as you returned, dropping down onto the couch beside her, kissing her cheek gently. She nuzzled into it, smiling warmly at you before returning back to the conversation, her free hand draped across your thigh with ease. You had to give it to her, she was damn good at this, it was more believable than the actual girlfriend you’d brought a few years back. Though you knew she enjoyed the chaotic ness of the entire thing just as much as you did.

The family socialized and caught up for a bit while your parents finished up dinner, your Dad popping in to greet your ‘girlfriend’ briefly before turning back to the kitchen. There were a few offers to help, but the only one they took was for your brother to come carve the turkey once it was done. Drinks were flowing and the festive mood easily sunk into the room as the group moved from the living room to the dining room table, multiple comments about how everything looked and smelt wonderful spoken through the room. The clattering of dishes and muted conversation took over as the food was passed around the table before everyone was settled in beginning to eat.

“So, Rita.” Your father began, both of your faces glancing up towards the man, “I hear you work with y/n at the firm?”

“Yes.” She smiled softly, glancing back to you quickly with warmth in her eyes, “It’s how we met.”

“How long have you been practicing law?”

“Long enough.” She shot you a wink you were barely able to hold back a giggle, the act in full play now.

“What made you want to start with the defence?” Your Mother asked, you rolled your eyes and shot a look at Patrick, she’d always been fighting you on your choice.

“Oh I actually started with the prosecution.” Her free hand squeezed at yours on the table as her attention turned back to you, “I commend y/n for diving right into the deep end, not a lot of people can handle it and she does absolutely incredible.”

“I just don’t know how you do it, I mean, standing up for criminals-“ You couldn’t help but cut your Mom off.

“Really? Cause that’s not how you felt when one was sitting at your dinner table Mom.”

“Oh sweetheart he wasn’t convicted, you said so yourself.” You snorted,

“That just means I did a damn good job, it doesn’t mean he wasn’t guilty.” You shot a glare toward her, “You gave a literal criminal your best behaviour without giving him the second degree and I’d appreciate if you did the same for the woman I love.” You held back the smirk at her near gasp at your drop of the L word, smiling at the way Rita leaned in to kiss the side of your head softly.

Your Mother stopped with the bullshit after that, and instead of the awkward small talk grilling that you knew would normally ensue, the conversation flowed between everyone at the table. You teased your brother relentlessly over a number of things, did your best to listen as the six year old chattered through multiple stories that made zero sense whatsoever, and internally groaned as your brother in law droned on about his car dealership.

Once everyone was finishing up, you and Patrick took on the normal roles of starting to tear down the table. Your sister and Mom wrangled the kids into the living room with promises of chocolates while your Father and brother in law headed outside to indulge in some cigars. You were in the midst of scooping potatoes into multiple Tupperware containers for everyone to take home when Patrick popped up beside you.

“So…what’s the deal here? You guys are just friends…or fuck buddies…and you wanted to screw with Mom?”

“Oh my God Pat!” You rolled your eyes, rinsing out the dish before putting in the dishwasher, “What, you wanna know cause you wanna take her home?”

“I mean…she’s hot.” You smacked him with a spatula, a look of disgust on your face.

“Patrick! Stop! Not gonna happen!”

“So you are actually together?” He smirked as you shot him a glare.

“Darling is he hassling you?” Rita’s voice broke through the kitchen, she gently wrapped her arms around you as you dolled out stuffing into containers, kissing the back of your neck.

“No…” you turned in her arms, your voice lowering so no one would overhear “and honestly, you can drop the act in front of Pat.” You turned to your brother, “cause if he even so much as hints to it being fake I’ll tell Mom about the three separate abortions he paid for this year.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“You know I would!” Before he could rertort, or before Rita’s arms dropped from your waist your Mom popped into the kitchen,

“When you’re done with that will you be a dear and bring some refills out?”

“Pat’s on it!” You called back, shooting him a glare. He scowled at you, knowing you weren’t about to let up on your threat, and knowing you…you had the reciepts to prove it. He wasn’t about to try and fight it out with a criminal lawyer. You let out a quiet groan, your head dropping to Rita’s shoulder briefly, “I’m so sorry to drag you into this, I should’ve just sucked it up and dealt with it myself.”

“You kidding me?” She chuckled, “We made it through dinner without anyone screaming or making any horrible comments. All things considered this is one the better Christmases I’ve been to, fake or real.”

“Thanks.” You gave her a soft smile, turning back to the counter as she moved beside you.

“You need any help?”

“That’d be great.” You slid her the empty stuffing bowl, “if you can toss these in the dishwasher, rinse it if it needs it.”

“‘Course.” She shot you a smile as you picked up the dish of carrots, dolling portions out between the containers. When the two of you had finished you refilled your wine glasses with a heavy hand, Rita shooting you a knowing glance as she grasped your hand once again before entering the living room.

Cassy basically cheered, knowing it was present time once everyone was back all together. Your hand brushed Rita’s hair over her shoulder as you relaxed back agaisnt the couch, making sure it didn’t get trapped. Your fingers softly tracing the side of her cheek before her lips gently met your palm, the look of fake adoration in her eyes. The longer the night went on the more you realized how much acting really was part of a defence attorney’s job. You were impressed by both of your performances, realizing how similar it was to convince a jury a perp was innocent or convince your family you were in a relationship.

Most of the presents were for the kids, a few gift cards or specifically asked for things for the adults. Your parents always said they never wanted anything so they ended up with a few bottles of wine or bourbon that usually got indulged into that evening. Your arm was wrapped around Rita’s shoulder, your hand softly stroking her arm as conversation flowed between everyone as the kids explored their presents. You shifted slightly, curling your legs under yourself as you leant into Rita’s embrace, kissing her shoulder softly right before she kissed your forehead, your older sister making a quiet comment about how adorable you were.

You could practically feel your parents tensing at how comfortable you were around each other, realizing that they weren’t exactly going to get rid of Rita anytime soon. The family tradition was to watch the live action Grinch, Cassy’s favourite, once presents were done and you sunk even deeper into the couch, humming over a sip of wine as the movie started.

Not surprisingly, Cassy passed out halfway through, snoring gently in a turkey and sugar induced coma. Your sister was already snuggling the baby against her chest, and you knew your Dad was about two minutes away from waking everyone up with his snoring from the lounger. As your sister started to wrangle everyone up you nudged Rita softly, mentioning that you should head out.

That was of course until the door was opened, the thick blanket of snow that had been there when you arrived increased by at least a foot. You let out a hefty sigh, your brother in law had an huge SUV with four wheel drive..and they still lived in town, they’d have no problem getting home. But..as suspected, you were trapped, at least overnight. Your parents said goodbye to those who were leaving, and then quickly said goodnight to the remaining three of you before heading upstairs.

“Rumple?” Patrick turned to you, a daring look in his eye already.

“Really?” You rolled your eyes, “You can’t seriously still be drinking that shit.”

“Oh come on! It’s tradition, he dragged you over to the liquor cabinet, “two shots each, that was the deal.” You shot Rita a sympathetic glance as your brother pulled out shot glasses.

“Fine. But then you’re on your own, we’re going to bed.”

“Fine with me.” He grinned sliding two full shot glasses over to each of you, “Merry Christmas.” The three of you cheersed the first round before throwing it back, a series of grimaces as the liquor burned down your throats. Patrick chuckled as he instantly picked up the second glass, causing the two of you to curse at him, doing your best to toss back the second shot. You grabbed his hand as it moved back to the bottle,

“No! I said two was the deal. You do whatever you want, but it’s bedtime for the grown ups.” He laughed, moving back to the table where he grabbed the open bottle of wine.

“Fine…but you’re missing out.”

“Sure…” you teased, “on watching my idiot brother get so drunk he pukes at our parents house at the tender age of twenty nine…sounds great.” Rita outwardly laughed at that, the smile remaining on her face as you grasped at her hand, moving her from the living room. You grabbed your bags from the sitting room, leading her upstairs to your bedroom.

You were ever so blessed that your childhood room hadn’t held onto all of its nostalgia, your parents converting it mainly into a guest room, especially since you did your best to not come home. The twin bed replaced with a gorgeous queen, the boy band posters replaced with a few pieces of tasteful art.

“This is…surprisingly nice.” Rita joked, smiling back at you, causing you to laugh.

“The perks of being the black sheep, I get the nicely done guest room while Patrick’s stuck sleeping in a twin bed with ninja turtle sheets.” She laughed as you flicked on the bedside lamp, moving back to shut the bedroom door.

“You know…your family’s less chaotic than I thought.” She began as you moved into the en-suite, shrugging out of your cardigan, “I mean..your brother could definitely be an issue, but there weren’t any huge fights.” You returned to the doorframe, makeup wipe in your hand,

“That doesn’t mean they didn’t expect a man to show up with me that they could try to force on me.” You barely noticed Rita’s eyes flashing up quickly above you back to you gaze,

“It certainly doesn’t….” she smirked, “your room’s been booby trapped.” Your face scrunched at her before you glanced upwards, spying the mistle toe pinned to the ceiling. You cocked a brow at her, noticing the innocent gleam in her eye,

“I mean..it is tradition..”

“If you insist.” She smirked, taking the half step to close the space between you. Your breath hitched as her lips met yours. The kiss was gentle, a test of the waters, your lips moving with grace as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling you to her. You practically moaned against her mouth as her teeth nipped at your lower lip, the sensation shooting through your body before you lightly pulled away.

“You know…” You raised a brow as your hands trailed down her arms, “I can think of another thing that would definitely piss of my parents.”

“Is that so?” You gave a knowing nod before letting out a soft moan, a soft ‘oh fuck’ barely echoing through the room. “Oh darling….” Rita smirked, “I know you can do better than that.”

“Why don’t you make me?” She chuckled at your bratty response, her lips kissing down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin as your hands grasped at her sweater, the noises coming out of already more than your fake ones. Her hand cupped your chin, brining your gaze back to hers, “but only if you want it.”

“I do.” You barely got the words out before launching against her, your lips crashing against hers with ferocity.

Your hands moved swiftly, tugging at every inch of fabric covering the others skin before you dropped into Rita’s lap on the bed. Your hands trailed up her sides, cupping her chest, a groan escaping your lips as her mouth wrapped around one of yours, whining at the feel of her teeth scraping against your nipple. Your hand dug into the roots of her hair, pulling tightly resulting in a moan from the other woman as you felt a hand trail down your body, toying with the hem of your panties. You managed to pull yourself away from her glorious mouth, barely able to clamber off her lap,

“Wait…” She gave you a confused look as you nearly stumbled to your closet, digging through a few piles before you returned with a shoebox, “help yourself.” You smirked, dropping into her lap again.

“You keep sex toys at your parent’s house?” She teased.

“My family’s stressful!” You swatted at her shoulder, “and this is the easiest way to beat stress.” Rita kissed you softly, though nearly sucking the sass out of you as you chased her lips when she pulled away.

“Well, I can help you with that darling…” You watched as one of her hands dug through the limited box for a moment before the other gently closed around your jaw, redirecting your attention to her face, “eyes here.”

A smirk splayed across your lips as the two of you continued to play for power, your lips kissing down her jaw, teeth gently biting across her neck, relishing in the soft whimpers she let out before her free hand shoved down your panties.

“You better be good for me..” Rita’s lips pecked soft kisses across your chest, your cheeks your lips, you could barely contain yourself, the tantalizing feeling of her hands tracing along your bare skin torturing you before her hand finally fell between your legs.

You practically buried yourself into her shoulder as her hand cupped your heat, a groan louder than you expected leaving your lips as the tips of her fingers ever so slowly swiped throug your folds. You nearly shuddered against her as she circled your clit with your juices, wrapping your arms tighter around her neck, thrusting your hips toward her hand.

“So needy sweetheart…” she murmured, nipping at your earlobe, “you want to fuck my fingers?”

“Yes…” you breathed out, probably too quickly, “yes please.”

“All you had to do was ask darling.” Rita’s lips softly hit your shoulder as her fingers delved into your folds again. A solo digit sunk into your heat, the two of you both groaning at the feeling. You were lost in a sense of euphoria as Rita slowly began to plunge in and out of you, easily adding a second digit, curling to hit the spongey spot inside of you.

She on the other hand felt your breath picking up at the feeling of your pussy clenching around her, the sounds you were making ever so clear that you were having the time of your fucking life with simply two fingers. You started to lift your hips up, rolling them back down against her hand while you braced yourself on her shoulders, your pace increasing while your nails dug into her skin more and your moans increased volume. At this point you weren’t thinking about anything but how wonderful Rita’s hand felt against you, how badly you wanted to make her feel the same.

A loud gasp left your lips as you realized what she’d grabbed from the toy box, a small vibe that fit as a ring wrapped around her thumb . Though the vibe itself wasn’t what was doing it, it was the way she moved it on your clit, rotating positions and patterns as her fingers continued to pump inside of you, her mouth swallowing as many of your yelps as she could, her own groans escaping as you found your teeth burning into her skin. You shuddered heavily against her, doing your best to muffle your cries into her shoulder as you jolted away from the vibe. You felt the fire within you burst like never before, a rush of juices practically shooting from your cunt.

It took a few moments, Rita letting you calm down before she pulled her fingers from you. Your hand shot out, grasping her wrist in your hand, bringing her dripping fingers to your lips, your eyes not straying from hers as you sucked them clean.

With barely a second to think, you battled for dominance, flipping Rita fully onto the bed, tugging her pants down as you crawled down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in your wake. You nippled heavily at her inner thigh, she nearly swatted at your hand before your tongue swiped through her pussy. You sunk yourself in faster than you could imagine, sucking out the juices easily, smirking against her at the fact that getting you off turned her on this much. Your mouth fucked her with ease, grinning as the soft moans she let out, the way her hands clenched into your hair. You moved your lips up to her clit, knowing it wouldn’t take long now, tongue flicking against the swollen nub as you slipped a finger in, curling just where she needed it. Rita let out the best of a quiet yelp as her thighs quaked around you, her breath panting heavily. You softly kissed her thigh, trailing yourself up her body until you collapsed beside her, kissing her shoulder softly, humming in appreciation as her lips hit your head.

“Safe to say I have no complaints about this Christmas.” Rita laughed at your remark, curling around your body.

“Neither do I.” Her lips hit your bare shoulder softly before you bid each other good night, easily drifting off.

You awoke the next morning to the feeling of tingling up and down your side, the touch trailing down your waist, your hips nearly rolling at the ghost of a touch. When you felt the arm around you, rolling you to face them, you remembered, cracking your eyes open at Rita, a smirk on her face as her hands traced your still naked form.

“Morning.” You murmured, she smiled back at you, pecking you gently.

“I’d hoped I’d get to wake you up with this.”

“Hmm..” your hands buried into her hair as her lips traced a path down your body, “With wha-“ You were suddenly cut off at the feel of her mouth against your lower lips. You couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth, holy shit did she know what she was doing. Rita’s tongue swiped through your cunt, lapping at your juices, her lips wrapping around your clit as her fingers toyed with your g spot. Your whimpers did their best to stay quiet as your hips thrusted up, doing your best to keep from fucking her face. You felt electrified, the coil in you building faster than ever, your hips shot up off the bed, your free hand clamping over your mouth as your practically shrieked against it. Your body vibrating on the mattress, Rita gave a soft kiss to your stomach before dropping on the bed beside you.

“Best breakfast I’ve ever had.” You laughed, smacking her hip, still unable to form words, taking a few more minutes of heaving breath before you spoke.

“Fuck Rita….” You rolled your head to face her, “you’re really fucking good at that.”

“So I hear.” You both laughed at her response. You slowly sat up, crossing to the window as you pulled the curtains back.

“Looks like it’s mainly melted. You wanna shower here or just head back to the city?”

“I know how much you want to get out of here, let’s go.”

“And this is why you’re my favourite.” You laughed, kissing her cheek quickly while the two of you moved throughout the room, tossing each other clothes until you were fully dressed.

You half jogged down the stairs, collecting everything you needed. Rita thanked your parents again for having her before they disappeared to the family room. You plucked a fresh pop tart straight out of Patrick’s hand yelling something about a happy new year while he turned towards the door,

“Doesn’t your girlfriend want breakfast?” He shot to back to you.

“Oh I already ate, don’t worry about it.” She smirked in response.

Confusion took over your brother’s face in the time it took the two of you to dart out of the house, laughing at what you knew would be his reaction.

Christmas this year certainly was a successful one, even if it was unconventional.

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Un(holy) Trinity

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, threesome, manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, breathplay, stepcest, breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege, elements of mindbreak and god complex (?)

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: my first threesome and idk how to feel about it but here it is! If it’s bad I can blame it on the fact that I just had my wisdom teeth extracted and am currently in a world of pain :) also i’m on bedrest and incredibly bored so if anyone has requests or thirsts or just wants to chat... yeah

also if this banner is shit i’m sorry i rushed and made it on my phone cause i just rly wanted to to post

This is part 2 to my other fic Love Thy Brother which you can read here

Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” - Genesis 3:1

Twelve days.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity to your step-brother, no less.

The night that it happened, you lay awake in your bed dreading the aftermath of the horrific incident. How could you face him again? How could you face your family? How could you face God?

You were too cowardly to face the rest of your household. The Todoroki family welcomed you into their home only for you betray them by sleeping with Touya. Ever since you were little, your mother would say she had a sort of sixth sense that meant God would always tell her when you’d been up to mischief. It sounds silly but there was no explanation for how she would always catch out in lie or know things that you never told her. You feared she would take one look at you and know the sin you committed. And so you chose to make yourself scarce, taking extra shifts at work and choosing to study at the campus library rather than at home. Your siblings seemed to notice how busy you suddenly were, often remarking how they missed you around the house. That just made you feel more ashamed.

As for God, you felt like you needed to do whatever necessary to prove your faith. You wanted Him to know the extent of your shame and remorse. You were weak in spirit, making you an easy target for someone as devious as Touya. You prayed and begged for forgiveness until your knees hurt but no matter what you did, the guilt was inescapable. You realized it was because, irrespective of the regret and remorse you felt, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed what happened. You liked the way Dabi made you feel and you hated yourself for it. But no matter how much you liked it, something like that could never happen again. As penance, you banned yourself from bringing your hands anywhere near your groin. After all that temptation is what brought you to this point in the first place. But the thread of your self-control is thin and withered so at night when you’re certain everyone is asleep, you’re humping your pillow like an animal and biting down on your lip trying to keep from moaning his name. At least you weren’t touching right?

Dabi, by some God-given miracle, made himself scarce as well. It wasn’t uncommon for the noirette to disappear for days at a time doing heaven knows what only to arrive back at home like nothing happened; so no one really questioned his absence. Perhaps he felt the same way you did and was avoiding facing you and the other Todorokis.

Yeah right.

Shame? Todoroki Touya doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

In any case, you had become used to a Dabi-less house and so lulled into a false sense of safety, slowly but surely reverting back to normal. That’s why as you make your way downstairs, prepared to go to your church, the sound of gunfire and explosions from the living room doesn’t alarm you. Probably Natsuo or Shouto playing one of their video games, you thought. But when you get to the bottom of the stairs you’re met with unmistakable dark locks. Not just him. The back of another person’s head, one with pale blue, shoulder length hair. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a gasp. Neither of them react, seemingly too focused on their game. You don’t waste any time feeling relieved, choosing instead to make a silent escape.

You could only dream of being so lucky.

“Oi!” Your step-brother calls without turning around. He hasn’t seen you, you think. If you move quickly you can still get out of this. “I know you heard me, brat. Get over here before I drag you over here.” He still doesn’t bother to turn around but the sharpness in his tone lets you know that you’d be smart to listen. You take a second to steel your nerves and make your way over to the couch, trying your best to look as intimidating as possible. You scowl at both men but they are so engrossed in their video game, they don’t even acknowledge that you’re standing right there. “Aren’t you gonna say hi? We have company.”

We?

The company in question is Shigaraki Tomura. He’s been to the house before although he’s never even so much as glanced in your direction, too busy with his phone or playing games with Dabi. Despite your hard expression you can only manage a meek “Hello Shigaraki.”

He responds by finally looking at you, with a sleazy grin, a pair of crimson eyes, surrounded by creases meet your own. “Sup.”

Beer cans litter the coffee table, one of them being turned into a makeshift ashtray while both have smouldering cigarettes perched between their lips. “You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.”

“You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” Dabi mocks you with a nasal voice.

You simply roll your eyes, not interested in continuing this interaction any further. “Whatever. I’m leaving now.” You state with as much firmness as you can muster. You spin on your heels but are kept in place by long, slender digits wrapped around your wrist.

“Where are you off to anyways?” The game paused, both boys now looking at you.

Out of habit, you answer truthfully. “Bible study.”

Shigaraki and Dabi burst into raucous laughter.

You should have lied.

“Nah you’re gonna hang out with me and Shigaraki for a bit.”

“Dabi, I have to leave.”

“You don’t have to do anything except what I tell you and I’m telling you to sit.”

Before you can protest you’re being hauled on to the couch, squeezed between the two of them.

“Nice necklace.” Tomura snorts, hand reaching out to grab at your crucifix but you swat it away. His gaze is unnerving. It makes you wonder if- no. He promised he wouldn’t.

Just like that, their game is resumed, as if you were never there. A few rounds pass, no words exchanged between either of them, only curses muttered under their breath. “Dabi, can I please go. I’m bored.”

Wrong choice of words.

“You hear that Tomura? The princess is bored.” His fingers are still moving rapidly over his controller.

“Really now? Come on then Todoroki, let’s show her a good time. I’ve seen how she likes to have fun.”

His comment on your necklace suddenly makes sense, but you still can’t believe it. “You didn’t…” you whip your head back to look at Dabi.

”Sorry doll, you made your Nii-san so proud, I just had to show you off.” Dabi smiles shamelessly, lighting himself another cigarette.

“You’re fucking sick Touya.” Tomura says, however his tone is not one of disgust but rather of admiration.

“You promised...” Your voice breaks. You’re humiliated beyond belief.

Both of them laugh at you again, discarding their controllers. “Told you, it’s adorable how stupid she is.” Dabi remarks to his friend, as if you’re not sitting right next to them.

You try to force your way off the couch but get pulled into Dabi’s lap, one of his arms hooking around both of yours, securing them behind your back. You squirm in his arms but he stills you with a hard slap on your inner thigh. “Be good okay? Don’t embarrass me.” He nuzzles into your neck.

Shigaraki flips up your dress exposing your white lace panties. He runs his thumb up and down your clothed slit, he fabric slowly becoming even more transparent. One severe jerk to the top of your dress and the straps are torn clean off, revealing the matching bra. “Yo, Touya. I thought she was a good girl.”

Dabi peers over your shoulder to get look. “Who’s all this for babe? You screwing the preacher or something? Or were you hoping I’d do something like this?” He tugs down your bra until your breasts are spilling over the top of it.

“Dabi…” Your choke on your plea when he sinks his teeth into your neck. He bites down so hard you’re positive he’s left a mark.

“Who?”

“T-Touya-nii.” You whimper.

“Better.”

Your destroyed dress is discarded somewhere across the room and you find yourself on your hands and knees with Shigaraki kneeling on the couch in front of you and Dabi behind you.

“Go easy on her alright Tomura. It’s her first time sucking cock.” He chuckles.

Your eyes go wide. “Wait...” you mewl but neither pay you any mind.

“And you.” Dabi yanks a fistful of your hair. “No teeth. No puke. Or I’ll let my boy ream your little ass as punishment.”

“Yeah. What he said.” Shigaraki mutters, pulling his semi out of his sweatpants, rubbing his tip against your lips. His is not as scary as your step-brother’s but him staring down at you like this, makes him seem every bit as intimidating.

Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen tip. You’re not entirely sure you want that in your mouth but you’re also not sure if you have a choice so you open up hesitantly.

Dabi’s right. It is your first time doing something like this. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do but as it turns out you don’t have to do much, not with the way Shigaraki starts thrusting his quickly hardening member into your mouth.

“Move your tongue slut.” The man in front of you grunts. You do your best despite the heavy intrusion to obey his command, moving from side to side, swirling around the head when he pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at you with cruel vermillion eyes, panting as he strokes himself in front of you, spreading your saliva across his shaft before sliding deep into your mouth again.

Behind you, Dabi spreads apart your cheeks, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. “Remember what I said. Be good and I’ll give you a reward.” He pulls your panties to the side and lets out a whistle at the sight of your dripping slit. “She’s enjoying it. Make her take it deeper.”

You can’t possibly fathom how much deeper he can go when his head is already nudging at your tonsils. You try to swallow the saliva building up in your mouth, making your cheeks hollow out around Shigaraki’s shaft. Seems like that was the right thing to do as his hand flies to the back of your head. “Shit. Shit. So good.”

Dabi’s breath wafts over your pussy. He spreads your lips apart and you feel his hot tongue lick up the juices leaking from your hole. You squeal around Tomura’s dick. You want to pull off but his spindly fingers hold your head in place.

“Told you angel. Good little sisters get rewards.” With that he takes your clit between his lips and suckles on it gently while one of his fingers circles your entrance. Knuckle by knuckle he slides into you, making you keen. You arch your back trying to shift your hips backwards against his hand, silently urging him to find that special spot he showed you last time. He establishes a loose rhythm. Hot wet muscle and cold metal of his piercing circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, before applying suction while his fingers work you open.

The sensation is overwhelming, a form of heavenly torture and your thighs quiver barely able to hold you up while you use your last bit of mental strength to focus on suppressing your gags. That mental strength all but evaporates when the digits inside you graze that rough patch embedded in your walls. It’s so pleasurable your reflex is to run from his fingers. Luckily for Shigaraki, that means you move forward, taking him further into your mouth.

“This where you want me? This your spot, angel?” Dabi taunts you. Shigaraki holds you in place while two of your step-brother’s fingers drill your cunt, hitting that spot over and over again. Garbled moans and cries leave your mouth and reverberate around Tomura’s cock, proving to be too much for him ultimately.

“Shit Stop!” Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls out your mouth so that a string of your drool drips down to your breasts.

“God! Touya-nii!” You sputter out.

“Still with the God shit?” He uses your hair to force you to look at him, neck twisted at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. “God ever make you feel this good?” His fingers thrust into you harder. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Ngghh-N-no –oh! Oh!” is your incoherent answer.

Dabi forces you back down, shoving you face first into the cushions. “See? Fuck him. Give up on god. Give up on everyone except your big brother cause no one else can make you feel this good.”

You’re so pathetic. The way you’re rocking yourself in unison with the motions of his hands. The way your tongue hangs out of your mouth, impeding any sort of intelligible verbal response. The way you’re mindlessly nodding along to whatever filth is coming out of Dabi’s mouth.

“C’mon Touya. Turn her around. Wanna try out that sweet pussy you’ve been bragging about.” You’re reminded that you aren’t alone. No, your brother’s best friend is right there to witness exactly how pathetic you are.

“Yeah in a minute. I’m still having my fun.” Dabi answers, face pressed against your mons before working you with his mouth once again.

“Man! Come on!” Tomura whines.

“I said in a minute. Not my fault you can’t last.”

It’s amazing how they can bicker like this right now, as if you aren’t on your hands and knees for them, gummy walls still pulsing around his fingers. However, it’s not long before Dabi’s focus is back on you taking you to the brink of orgasm. He slows his fingers, keeping you balanced on that razor thin edge. “Should I make you cum angel?” His voice is dripping with fake concern. “Dunno… what’s in it for me?”

“Anything! Touya-nii please!”

“Anything? You gonna obey me? Do whatever I say like a good little angel? You gonna worship me?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or if he’s mocking you.

Probably the latter. And you deserve it too.

Your faith was the thing you deemed more important than anything and anyone else but Dabi, all too easily, convinced you to disregard that. Made you lose all sense and give into lust by showing you mindblowing pleasure, only magnified by your awareness of how deeply sinful this all was. That’s the extent of the power he has over you. The story of Adam and Eve is one you know forwards and backwards and yet you were so easily tempted forbidden fruit and left completely corrupted. Yeah, he’s definitely mocking you.

“Any- fuck- anything” You’re wiggling your ass, goading Dabi into finishing you off

“Cum in my mouth. Angel, give it to me” That’s the final straw. You explode around his fingers. Despite your walls, clamping around him, he manages to piston into you, hitting that squishy spot with astounding accuracy. His unyielding stimulation makes it feel as though the high won’t end. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Eventually, it does end though, his fingers drag out against the pull of your swollen pussy. He licks you clean making sure he gets every last drop of your cum, both inside and out, on his tongue. The ball of his piercing catches onto your rim making you yelp. He soothes the sting with gentle laps of his tongue.

“Tastes so sweet angel. So sweet knowing I’m the only one to ever fuck this pretty pussy.” He snickers before adding “So far.”

“Yeah, can I fuck her now?” Tomura was turned on before but seeing the way you fell apart at the hands of your brother? His minimal patience has run out. All he can think of now is being inside you.

“You heard him babe. Turn around.” He spanks your ass. You try to turn around but thanks to your shaky legs you nearly fall off the couch. Dabi catches you before that happens and he dutifully sets you up on all fours, held up by quivering limbs. You hear heavy breathing from behind you as Shigaraki taps his head against your puffy clit while you twitch in place.

“She wants this so bad. Had no idea your Christian little sister was such a whore.” Shigaraki mutters. He holds you still as he buries himself in you, breathing becoming more erratic with every inch until his hip bones are digging into your soft flesh. He’s so deep. You feel so full. You squeeze shut your eyelids, savouring the stretch.

Calloused fingers press into your jaw, making your eyes shoot open. “Pretty angel, did you forget about me?” Dabi looms over you, making a show of spitting in his palm and using it to stroke himself. He slips his thumb into your mouth, pad pressing down on the plush pillow of your tongue. “Gonna stuff you nice ‘n full angel.” All you can do is blink up at him with teary eyes, pupils blown wide with desire.

Shigaraki begins thrusting into you, hips moving at a brutal pace. Dabi isn’t far behind him, replacing his thumb with his cock and you don’t waste time waiting for him to tell you what to do. You close your lips around his shaft, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.

Unlike his friend, Dabi starts off slow. His piercings drag across your tongue and you taste metal and the salt of his pre-cum. It takes some time for you to get used to taking him in your mouth, the jewellery an added obstacle.

You feel so full.

Shigaraki is bottoming out with every thrust, it’s so lewd the way it makes you squelch around him. Dabi’s shaft is rubbing your throat raw and still, you make an effort to take him deeper. He keeps one hand on the back of your head while he fucks you mouth.

He looks so ethereal, so euphoric, letting out little moans and whispered expletives. The sounds he makes are divine, so heavily contrasted by everything you know about him. It leaves you star struck. He recognizes the adoration in your eyes and responds in kind with a cocky smirk. He remembers how you looked at him when you first met. Disdain and judgment. Now you look at him like he’s your only salvation.

It’s sad actually. How you’re so desperate for someone to tell you how to live. And what a sweet, adoring little follower you are. Wasted on religion if you ask him. So soft and pliant, perfect for your big brother to mould and corrupt into his personal fuckangel.

“Angel, Nii-san’s gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna take it yeah?”

Your whole life you aspired to this holy standard of perfection in the hopes of escaping eternal damnation. But you’re beyond absolution now.

“All of it down your throat.”

It’s okay though.

If heaven doesn’t feel like this, you’re not sure it’s worth all the effort to get there.

He holds your necklace behind you like a leash, twisting it around his fingers. Between the way he’s basically strangling you and the way your swallowing muscles contract around his cock means that you’re not getting much air into your lungs. Your head is spinning, from being both oxygen deprived and cock drunk.

“Your God doesn’t want you anymore.” The clasp snaps and he dangles the charm in front of your face. The mould of Christ nailed to the cross taunts you. What was once a symbol of divine love and God’s boundless forgiveness and sacrifice is just a reminder of how far you’ve fallen into depravity, creaming around Shigaraki’s cock as he ruins your cunt while your Nii-san claims your throat “You’re filthy.” Touya sneers at you as he holds himself in your throat, watching you cry and choke around him. “Dirty fuckin angel.” He grunts as he floods your mouth with the taste of his cum. It’s not exactly pleasant but you try to swallow it all down. There’s just so much. That means he’s pleased with you right? You want him to be pleased. Good girls get rewards he said

“It’s okay.” He muses as he pulls out of your mouth. “You have me. I’m better than God and I Iove you when you’re nasty like this.” He empathizes his point by dragging his wet, softening cock across your face. “Nii-sans perfect little angel.”

It’s so pitiful how the small praise makes your heart bloom and makes your hole flutter.

You’re coughing up Touya’s cum while your body shakes with Shigaraki’s thrusts.

“What about me hm? I’m fucking you. What? You don’t like it?” Tomura’s going harder now, determined to get his fair share of your attention.

“Shig-Shigaraki – shit. Slow down!”

You’re ignored by both of them once again. If anything, Shigaraki starts fucking you harder

.”Yo’ dustpot. You better pull out. That hole still belongs to me.”

The warning falls on deaf ears, Tomura is too far gone. “So warm, she’s squeezin’ me. Fuck. Fuck.’’ No thoughts, just your tight cunt.

“Gonna do whatever I tell you?” Dabi’s talking to you now, cerulean eyes boring into yours.

You nod still staring at him with absolute devotion.

“Touya-nii’s will be done? Huh? Has a nice ring to it.”

When you don’t respond he grabs you by your cheeks forming an open mouthed pout. “Say it.”

“Touya-nii’shhh will be done.” The words come out distorted but he’s satisfied

“Oh yeah? Then be good angel slut and come on his cock for me.”

You’re pushed over the edge, coming for the second time. Your walls clamp down around him as you sob out both their names in the form of incoherent babbling. It hits you as hard as the first one. You’re so caught up in your high you barely register the vice grip on your hips, the frantic humping against your ass. “Tight. Fuckin tight! Gotta breed! Breed this fucking hole.”

His hot, sticky cum floods your walls with, your throbbing cunt milking him for everything he’s got. He ruts against you a couple more times before removing himself completely.

You hear the familiar click of a camera. He’s sorry (not really) but the sight of your fucked out hole leaking globs of your cream and his cum was too hot for Shigaraki to not add to his spankbank.

“Thanks for that little sis.” Dabi is resting on the couch, head thrown back smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah thanks sweetness.” Both men, tuck themselves back into their pants

Everything feels so surreal. You cautiously move you hand between your thighs. Feeling your sore abused cunt in an attempt to grasp the reality of what happened.

Wait a minute.

It’s too much, that too sticky to be just your arousal down there. The more you squeeze, contracting your pelvic floor, the more it seems to seep out of you.

“You… You came inside.” You murmur as your eyes well up with tears. Whatever daze you were in seems to be broken by this revelation. Instead it’s replaced by fear of what the consequences of this might be.

Dabi smacks his friend upside the head. “You fuckin’ dumbass. I told you not to.”

Judging by his grin, Shigaraki doesn’t register the insult. He’s too busy basking in the afterglow. “Aw, don’t cry babe. You were gripping me so tight, I thought you wanted it. ‘S’okay, your Nii-san will get you a plan B”

“Fuck no. That’s your jizz inside her.” He scowls, eyes focused on the cum that’s leaking out of your spent pussy.

“C’mon Dabi don’t be like that. I’m broke right now.” Shigaraki pleads.

Touya huffs and rolls his eyes. “You can get yourself a morning after pill right? Tomura will pay you back.”

“Yeah babe. I promise.” He gives you a dopey smile.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s lying. Yeah, you know better now. You just nod as you pull up your panties, cringing at the sticky, wet sensation against your cunt.

“Me and Tomura are heading out. Make sure you clean all this up before anyone gets home.”

“B-but Touya-nii-“ you snivel.

“No buts. Clean up or you won’t be sitting comfy for a week. Are we clear?”

“Yes Touya-nii.” You reply defeated.

“And do it properly. Fuyumi has 3 brothers, she knows what a cumstain looks like and I don’t wanna have to do any explaining to her.”

You only nod, trying (and failing) to blink away tears.

Dabi rewards you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Best little sister in the world.” And he leaves you with that.

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The Daughter Of Superman, The Adopted Son Of Batman...What Could Go Wrong? PT. 2

Jason Todd x Kryptonian!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2.8K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: I should really post my other Kryptonian reader story. Enjoy the angst! -Thorne

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She jerked backwards, eyes widening at the sight of the thick, crimson liquid running down her arm. A shudder ran through her, throat seizing up as she tried to suck in air, her other hand coming up to rub at her arm. Suddenly it was on both hands and she stared at them in horror.

A voice called from below her, pained, but firm. “Superwoman…it’s okay. Don’t—ugh—don’t panic. It’s alright.” The voice was soothing at first, but when she looked down to find its owner, the body next to him took up all she saw, a vicious, gaping hole where his heart used to be.

She peddled backwards, stumbling to the floor, apologies falling from her lips. “I’m sor—I’m so sorry. It was just—he was hurting you and I—I didn’t mean to do this, I swear—”

The boy reached out to her but grunted in pain, hand dropping to hold his side. “(Y/N)—”

Her eyes met his once more, and he could see the tears swimming in her gaze as she whispered, “I’m sorry.” She shot from the ground, disappearing in the sky in a blur of red and blue.

He reached for her calling out, “(Y/N)!” He lost sight of her as quickly as she left, and the other two ran up to him.

“Tim!” The taller boy stopped, looking down at the corpse next to him, jaw dropping in shock. “…Oh my god. Wh—what happened?” He looked at the other. “Tim?”

He shook his head, eyes meeting the shorter one. “Bart, I need you to get to Central and find Wally and Dick and tell them to get to the cave.” Bart nodded and spun, taking off in a flash of yellow lightning.

The other boy knelt, picking him up off the ground. “Tim, what happened?”

He groaned, hand moving to hold his side once more. “(Y/N) killed him on accident.” Tim looked at him. “Conner, I can get back to the tower on my own, but I need someone to get to Jason.” He sucked in a breath, reaching up and wiping the blood from his nose though it still bled despite him. “Kori and Roy will probably be with him, but right now, we need everyone who can search.”

Conner nodded, steadying Tim on his feet before rising from the ground; he looked down at him. “Do you know where she went?”

Tim shook his head, grimace crossing his lips as he muttered, “I don’t think we’re gonna find her for a long time.” He glanced up at Conner. “Go. Now.” The boy nodded, flying off, and Tim took a few steps forward before stumbling into a wall. He heaved a sigh, picking up his transmitter from his belt.

He pushed a button, and a few seconds later, a voice came over the line. What’s going on?

Tim frowned and asked, “What’s your E.T.A. to earth?”

Eighteen hours. What happened?

Tim glanced back at the body, the puddle of blood seeming to consume it. “It was (Y/N). She… she killed someone.”

The voice on the line was silent, then it said, Superman is on his way. Call me when he gets there.

The line went dead, and Tim sighed, sliding down the wall. He lent his head back, eyes staring up at the sky, waiting for (Y/N)’s father.

***Later In The Cave***

The group stood in silence, faces molded in a mixture of shock and pain. Tim yelped as Alfred pushed on his side. “Ow shi—Alfred!”

The man hummed, wrapping the cloth around his side. “Apologies, Master Tim.” He tucked an ice-pack between the layers. “With the broken ribs you’ve got, it would be best to keep ice close. I also advise against any harsh movements.”

Tim nodded, gaze turning to the man beside his oldest brother. “Clark.”

The man looked up from the ground, voice stricken as he lamented, “I can’t hear her. She’s…completely silent…” his eyes held a deep and sorrowed pain. “I can’t hear my baby girl.”

The others listened, then Jason stepped forward, expression grim and solemn. “Tim, what exactly happened in San Francisco today?”

The boy looked over at him before dropping his gaze to the ground, sighing, “What didn’t happen out there, Jason?”

Tim shook his head, clearing his throat. “It was a routine mission, patrol the area before getting back to the tower, but Bart called and said that he saw what looked to be a meta-human going on a rampage. We all met up and started fighting, and while it took some time, we managed to get him to an abandoned warehouse complex. Turns out, he not only had super strength, but he could also make copies of himself, and when I figured out that the original was susceptible to damage while he had copies, I sent Conner, Bart, and (Y/N) to fight the copies while I found him.”

He paused, picking at his nails. “What I didn’t expect was for him to throw me into a forklift and break three of my ribs. I tried to get up, but before I could move, his hands were around my throat, and he was lifting me up off the ground.” He absentmindedly reached up, fingers brushing the purple hand-prints around his pale neck. “Everything was happening so fast, and I couldn’t get my bearings in time. My vision started to get dark, and I could hear (Y/N) shouting from behind, and the next thing I knew, I was being dropped again. When I could see and breath clearly again, I looked up, and I saw (Y/N)…I saw her…”

A hand rested on his shoulder, and he glanced up, seeing Conner nodding firmly at him. He let out a breath and said, “And I saw (Y/N) standing there, and the meta-human lying in a pool of his own blood and he had…he had a hole through his chest.”

Quiet gasps were heard around the cave, and Tim looked up at Clark. “It was just an accident Clark, she didn’t mean to do it. She was trying to save me.” The man didn’t look at him, eyes glued to the floor as he swallowed thickly, obviously thinking about what he was just told.

Jason stepped up to Tim. “Do you know where she went?”

Tim shook his head. “No, she took off before I could stop her.”

“So, you’re pretty much saying that she could be anywhere.” Everyone turned their head at the sound of Dick’s voice.

Tim nodded. “That’s why I called everyone here. We need help trying to find her.”

Dick turned to Wally. “You and Bart comb Central.” The two took off, and Dick turned to Kori. “You should take Roy and go check around hideouts the Outlaws frequent.” Kori and Roy made their way to the stairs. “Tim, you sit out and monitor everything. Conner, you can help me and Jason check Gotham. Clark…”

Dick walked over and resting a hand on his arm. “You should go home and tell Lois about what’s happened, then check Metropolis.” Clark nodded, but made no move to go, and Dick squeezed his arm gently. “Clark.” He looked at Dick. “We will find her, I promise.”

Clark nodded again, this time finding his feet; he paused as he reached them and turned to Jason. “Jason?” He turned, waiting for Clark to continue. “I don’t really have any doubt that you’ll be the one to find her tonight…” His voice soft as he asked, “But when you do, will you tell her that I’m not angry at her?” Jason nodded, and they watched Clark leave.

Dick faced them, tone quiet. “Conner, you and I can take North and East Gotham, Jason, you should take South and West.”

They nodded at his words, each moving to the exit. Tim’s voice reached them before they could leave. “Jason! Can you wait for a minute?”

Jason nodded at the others, watching them leave before moving back to Tim. “What’s up?”

Tim hung his head and whispered, “It’s my fault, Jason. I should’ve been more vigilant when I was fighting. If I had gotten up sooner, none of this would’ve happened. I’m sorry—”

A hand rested on his shoulder and he looked up; Jason stared at him seriously. “Tim, it wasn’t your fault. And it wasn’t (Y/N)’s either.” He squeezed Tim’s shoulder gently. “Okay?” Tim nodded and Jason let go, though he saw the tears in Tim’s eyes.

***

Jason crouched atop the ledge staring down at the city, a frown crossing his lips. He didn’t bother to look up at the sound of someone’s boots hitting the rooftop, or when they stopped beside him. “Have you found her?”

He snorted, eyes following a car on the busy road. “Do you honestly think I’d be up here if I had?” He glanced up, seeing Dick slightly grinning at him.

Dick lowered himself on the ledge until he sat next to Jason, legs hanging freely off the edge. The two of them simply stared out at the streets, observing the cars carrying their passengers’ home.

After a few moments, Dick asked, “Where do you think she is?”

He watched Jason shrug and murmur, “I have no idea…I’ve searched everywhere that has any kind of meaning to us and I still can’t find her.” He looked at Dick, eyes filled with trepidation. “I’m worried about her, Dick…she’s all alone out there, thinking about what’s happened, and it’s eating me up.” He shook his head, letting out a sigh. “I shouldn’t have left San Francisco earlier. I should’ve stayed.”

Dick’s eyebrows shot up at his words. “Wait, you were in San Fran earlier today?”

Jason nodded. “Spent the night with her but left in the morning.” He thumped the heel of his armored boot against the wall. “I could’ve stopped that meta and she wouldn’t have done anything.”

“You’re really torn up about her killing someone, Jason.”

Jason turned to Dick, shouting. “Of course I am!” He placed a hand against his chest. “I kill bad people because they’re evil and they deserve it. I wouldn’t want (Y/N) or any of the people I care about to follow the path that I do.” He paused, voice lowering. “(Y/N) is…a good person. She’s kind and caring and she loves everyone with everything she has. She protects those that are innocent and protects those she loves even more fiercely.”

He sighed heavily, his voice lowering to a whisper. “I’d never want her to have to think about the people she kills like I do.”

“You’re telling me you actually think about the people you kill?”

Jason let out a mirthless laugh, his gaze returning to the city. “Contrary to popular belief and what you see when you look at me, I am not a heartless killer, Dick. I know the consequences of my actions, and believe me, I think about them every moment I’m alive.” He stood and looked down at his brother. “I’m going to hit my apartment and take a nap before getting back out there.”

Dick nodded, observing him as he started climbing down the ledge; he called out to Jason. “She’s really changed you in the year you’ve been together.”

Jason snorted, “Don’t tell anyone, I’ve got a reputation to keep.” He paused, hand gripping the ledge as he replied, “ But yeah she has… and only in the best ways, Dickhead.”

“Hey!”

***

The apartment was quiet, just as he’d left it the day before, and he shucked his helmet and jacket off, placing them on the table. He bent over, undoing the laces from his boots, kicking them off before reaching up and pulling his domino mask off, raising a hand to rub the fatigue from his eyes. It was a futile attempt to delay the inevitable, and as he made his way to his room, he mentally took note of how long he needed to sleep before getting back in the field to look for her.

As he walked through the hallway, a quick intake of air sounded through the apartment, and Jason reached to his hip, pulling a pistol. He stepped carefully through the hall, checking the rooms before he came up to his bedroom. Sucking in a quiet breath, he stepped into the room, gun following his gaze as it landed on a huddled mass beside the window.

He walked silently over to it, and upon closer inspection, his eyes widened, voice laced with disbelief as he questioned, “(Y/N)?”

She raised her head, eyes red rimmed and bloodshot. “Jason?” she whispered, unsure of herself.

He lowered the gun, placing it on the nightstand before moving to her, hands grasping her upper arms. “(Y/N), we’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He shook his head. “Why didn’t you call one of us and tell us where you were?” She didn’t respond to him, simply looking down. Jason let go of one of her arms, gently cupping her cheek. “Doll?”

He felt something wet drip onto his hand, and finally, she sat up straight and stared at him. The blanket she’d been covered with fell away, and his gaze dropped to her arms. His eyes widened at the sight of the faint red smeared across her arm. “(Y/N),” He breathed.

“I kept scrubbing and scrubbing, but no matter how hard or how much I did, it wouldn’t come off.” The tears were rolling down her cheeks now, and she lowered her head. “I didn’t mean to do it Jason. I just…”

Jason reached for her, pulling her into his arms and hoisting her up. He reclined against the headboard, arms wound tightly around her. “Shh…it’s alright…”

“I killed him, Jason.” (Y/N) pulled back enough to look him in the eyes. “I kept yelling for him to let Tim go, but he wouldn’t. I could hear Tim’s heartbeat fading and I just reacted.” She gazed at her arm. “I put my arm through his chest, Jason!” (Y/N) stared at her arm as if it didn’t belong to her body, an alienated limb, then she felt herself being lifted again. “Jason what—”

He said nothing, maneuvering her into the bathroom where he sat her on the sink. She watched as he pulled a rag from the cabinet and reached below the sink for a bottle. He poured the solution into the rag, then gently took her arm, wiping it. His gaze was unreadable, but it was anything but hard; in fact, it was soft, and before she knew it, the remaining blood had been wiped away.

Jason threw the towel into the hamper and turned back to her, cradling her face in his hands. “It’s all gone, (Y/N)…it’s not there anymore.” Her eyes lowered to her arm before they rose back to his, and he pressed his forehead against hers. “You don’t have to think about this anymore, doll.”

“I killed him though, Jason.”

She felt him shake his head and he asked, “What would’ve happened if you hadn’t?” She went silent, and Jason asked again, “(Y/N), what would’ve happened to Tim if you hadn’t protected him?”

Clearing her throat, she whispered, “He would’ve died.”

“No, he would’ve been murdered.” Jason looked in her eyes. “(Y/N),you saved Tim’s life.”

“At the expense of another’s.”

Jason let out a sigh and nodded. “Sometimes that’s the only way…but (Y/N)?” She looked at him and he insisted clearly, “What you did today…does not make you a killer, and it doesn’t make you a murderer…do you understand that?”

(Y/N) blinked at him before looking away and muttering, “…You should call everyone and tell them where I am.”

Jason reached down and picked her up from the sink, flicking off the light and moving to the bed. He lowered her down before crawling under the covers beside her, pulling her to him and raising the covers to their chins.

“I’ll call later.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Right now, the only thing that matters is you.” (Y/N) bit her lip to keep from crying, and a moment later, Jason quipped, “Remember that time that you threw me out of a third story window?”

(Y/N) let out a watery laugh, burying her face in his chest. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you, Jason?”

She glanced up at him, and he leaned down, pecking her nose. “If I keep getting a reaction out of it, probably not.”

(Y/N) searched his eyes for a moment then whispered, “I love you, Jason.”

He nodded, pressing his lips to hers. “I love you too, (Y/N).” He curled his arms around her, caging her to his chest. “Get some sleep…I’ll be here when you wake up.”

She did as he said, tucking her head under his chin. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart, doll.”

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