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sprainedwriting · 16 days

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All we have is time.

Adam x fem!reader

Summary: Ignorance is bliss, but sadly you aren’t an idiot.

Part 1 Part 2

CW/TW: Porn, COLLEGE AUU, TW:Adam Oral M reciving, one sided pinning, possessive behaviour, please tell me if i missed something, Choking, breeding kink, unsafe sex, toxic relation ship and attachment , implied mental heath issues on readers side

Basically I wrote this for @namazunomegami and I but u guys can read it too ig /j

The drive to your friends house to meet for lunch was painful. For you at least, your friend had a blast. Asking you questions which you didn’t really want to answer. For someone who claimed to hate Adam she sure was interested in knowing about his performance in bed.

Once your friend parked, you made sure to take 2 steps at once when you walked about the stairs, quickly knocking at your friends door. You didn’t take the elevator, since you were too afraid to be stuck in a small room with her.

“…And like, is it true that he has a you-know-what piercing? How does that even work, does it hurt you? Or is extra stimulation…?” She was right on your trail.

The door opened and your other friend looked annoyed, her brows were furrowed and she had a scowl on her pretty face, “What the fuck? Did no one teach-“

You pushed past her into her unfairly huge living room, making sure that all 3 of your friends are in the room when you made your confession, “I slept with Adam and now she won’t leave me alone!” You pointed your finger at your pestering friend, Bernadette.

Bernadette grinned like she was experiencing joy for the first time, “Twice! She slept with him twice!”

You groaned loudly, covering your face with your hands to avoid the stares of everyone. You flopped down onto the soft couch.

“Oh my god? Details?”

“..Wait was that why you disappeared at the parties? You were fucking Adam..or more like Adam was fucking you. My, My.” Your other 2 friends chimed in, a couple who moved in together after 1 month of dating and have been going up and down ever since. So you feel like they can’t judge you. But they’re also lesbians and that’s basically part of their culture so like maybe you’re really the odd one out.

“You guys are acting like we are dating. Can we talk less about my sex life and do more eating?” You whined out. Daring to look up towards your whole three friends, you gave them your best impression of puppy dog eyes.

Monica sighed and twirled a black strand of coily hair around her finger, her short but still perfectly manicured pink nails were in a stark contrast to her dark hair. Her girlfriend, Dymphna, gave you a once over with a slight smirk on her face. Her bleached hair perfectly framing her soft face.

“Why do you never want to over share sex details with us?” Bernadette whined. For someone who acted at first like that was worst thing to ever happen to her, she sure was chipper now. MAN.

“Bro, it would be, like, really hypothetical of me to break up with the extra for sharing all of our sex details only to turn around and do the same to my friends!” You told them sternly.

That wasn’t the only reason you broke up with him, but it summoned it up pretty well. He was Adam’s drummer, and him being part of the band was his first red flag. Other warning signs were his selfish behaviour in and outside the bedroom, him NEVER defending you against his mother, and shit talking you behind your back towards the band. It was a nasty on and off relationship, with him constantly breaking up with you for whatever reason floated around his head and you took him back ever time. That changed once you found out just how exactly he talks about you to his friends, it was the last straw.

Sometimes you wonder what Adam thinks of the, mostly made up, stories he has heard from your ex. Is that why he sought you out?

“Bae, that’s different. He’s a guy. We are girls, which means we are better, and we share everything.” Dymphna chimed in.

The back and forth went like that for a while, lunch passed and so did dinner and before you knew it you were camped out in your friends living room. This isn’t the first time lunch escalated to a sleepover, so you were prepared. While you were chilling under your blanket, your friends started up their questioning again.

You know that Adam wouldn’t care if you shared sex details with your friends, or anyone else really. Matter of fact, you think it would stroke his ego badly. What you were more worried about is spilling too much. His intense possessiveness, the fact that he herded you into a exclusive relationship. One sided exclusive relationship? His stare, lowkey stalkerish behaviour, his soft touches, the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t noticing. The emotional charged atmosphere in the car.

“So it’s casual, right?” Monica asked carefully. At some point you got pissed off with everyone hounding you for answers.

“Yeah. What else would it be? Has he ever had a serious relationship in college?”

“Hmm. Well, he does talk sometimes about dates he went to. One time he bitched and moaned in practice about a girl he went on multiple dates with, who talked about equality but didn’t want to pay for the date. Man, he didn’t stop talking about that for weeks. I wonder how Lute can deal with him?” The last part was more mumbled to herself than anything. Her girlfriend was draped over her lap while the both sat on the couch.

Adam and Lute run a female-only self defence club, which is affectionately called the The Exorcists. Monica and Dymphna met at the club during their freshman year. This also meant they're more familiar with Adam than you.

Bernadette was already passed out besides you, her soft snores filled the air.

“You know the story about his ex-girlfriends?” Dymphna whispered, conscious of your sleeping friend.

“Only a bit. Dated two girls in highschool, both cheated. The second one somehow screwed him over, hard. Got kicked out of his father’s house, lived with his mother…Did I miss something?”

“That summons it up... Do you think he was into you before the final break up?” Monica chimed in.

And you think of the times where you were single for a small time, at party’s and gatherings and at campus, were Adam approached you. But you were so far up your heart ache that you simply repressed all those memories. Oh my god. The memories crashed into you like a wave.

“…Naahh. Barley saw him before that.” You tried to avoid the topic, by badly lying. You see them exchange knowing glances, but you just ignore that. Like everything else uncomfortable in your life you ignore. Avoidance above everything else.

Maybe you’re just fucking delusional and your own ego went to your head.

“Wait! So at the last party you skipped out on you were already sleeping with each other, right?”

“Yeah…Why?”

Another glance was exchanged between the couple, which started to piss you off. You hate third wheeling.

Dymphna sat up, rubbing at her eye, “Huh. Well…Hmmm..Adam seemed kinda pissed of at the party. He seemed to be looking for…something. But! Don’t worry about it.”

You threw your head back into your pillow, trying to hide away. Jesus. Your friends chuckled at you, while they got up.

“Be careful, I think if you break Adam’s heart Lute will have to tranq gun him down. Literally.” Monica giggled at the thought.

They both kissed your cheek while wishing you a goodnight, returning to their bedroom.

Even though it usually doesn’t happen to you, you couldn’t fall asleep. As much as you turned in your makeshift bed, sleep didn’t come easy to you. It’s midnight now, and the only comfort you have is your professor cancelling all the classes for the day, so it’s not like you had to wake up early.

You did have an obgyn appointment tho, to talk over birth control options for you. After that you had to work a shift. Ugh. What you wouldn’t give to be rich, but, well, this is why you’re the first one in your family to go to college. Breaking the cycle, or whatever Bernadette is always babbling about.

In the end you lost the fight to whatever demon you were fighting in your mind and you pulled out your phone from the charger and started mindlessly scrolling.

A message appeared on the top of your screen from Adam. Damn. Ok. You opened the chat log.

[Adam Godfree]: University at Albany Study: Semen Eases Depression in Women {Link} 22:34PM

[Adam Godfree]: u up tits? 12:22AM

[Reader]: Yes. 12:22AM

You see the type bubble appear and disappear for a solid minute. This isn’t the first time Adam had texted you at an ungodly hour, asking if you’re up. It’s the first time though where you respond. You rub your hand over your face, feeling stupid all of the sudden. Before you could throw your phone away Adam responded.

[Adam Godfree]: yeah??? 12:24AM

[Adam Godfree]: want me to pick u up bbae 12:24AM

[Adam Godfree]: or i can come over idgaf 12:24

[Adam Godfree]: whatever gets me in that tight pusssssy 12:25AM

[Reader]: I’m at Monica and Dymphna’s right now. 12:25AM

[Adam Godfree]: my fave lesbos 12:25Am

[Adam Godfree]: i can pick you up where ever when ever baby 12:26AM

[Adam Godfree]: jus say the word 12:26AM

You started chewing at your lips, fuck. It’s not like you could sleep and as you learned from the two last times, nothing puts you more to sleep than having Adam rearrange your guts. You looked over to Bernadette snoring besides you, her whole body was arranged like a pretzel. She was a heavy sleeper, so you wouldn’t wake her up. And hearing suspicious sounds from your friends bedroom means also they wouldn’t notice you fucking off.

Your nerves would have been stilled if you knew how Adam was nervously pacing around in his own empty apartment.

[Reader]: {Location} 12:28AM

[Adam Godfree]: be there in 10 12:28AM

SHIT. Ok, deep breaths you got this. Looking around for your bag, you realised you had to pack exactly 0. You ha shoved everything recklessly into your bag, but it was all there. Making really sure you got everything, you rubbed at your face and neck, to get the nervousness out. Why are you so nervous?? That guy literally shoved his tongue up your pussy you actually need to chill.

Before you realised it, eight minutes have already passed. Carefully gathering your bag and jacket, you simply slipped into your shoes without tying them. Walk of shame vibes without having done the shameful part yet. Slipping into your jacket, you left the apartment and made your way to the elevator. You wish you had an elevator in your building. You’re pretty sure you saw a rat last week just chilling in the staircase.

Pressing the button and patiently waiting for the elevator you decided to text in the group chat where your whereabouts will be. Before anyone thinks you ran away or something.

Getting into the elevator you made your way down, till you left the building through the huge automatic glass doors. Looking around, you tried to remember what the fuck Adam’s car looked like. Expensive, for sure. But everything here was expensive so you were lost. Making another sweep of the street, you spotted Adam’s car, but only because you spotted Adam first. He was typing away at his phone.

Walking over, you opened the passenger door and got in. You simply put your bag in-front of your feet. Adam seemed slightly startled but he quickly catches himself once he saw it was you. You muttered out a small ‘Hi’ while sighing. As soon as you were in Adam’s presence you felt the tiredness creeping in. Weird.

“Hey, baby. How’s it going?” He murmured out, he grasped his huge hand against the nape of your neck and clashes your lips into each other.

Adam kept it PG for the first 5 seconds, which honestly made you proud of him, after that he threw out any decency and tangled your tongues together. Grasping his shoulders to push him gently away from you, you could have sworn you heard him straight up whine quietly.

“Alright, pussy pleaser, how about you drive to your place? So we can finally have sex in a bed. I can’t take another semi-public place.” You told him teasingly.

Adam scoffed at you with a smile on his lips, “I’m surprised you can take me at all, babe.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned around to fasten your seatbelt. Adam packed away his phone (who was he texting?) and shifted the gear to pull out of the side walk. You still think your friends were full of shit. One way to find out.

Sitting up suddenly, you turned your whole body towards Adam. He averted his gaze from the road to you, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Do you ever feel like you’re going insane?” You decided to ask him.

He scratched at his chin while furrowing his brow at you, “I don’t give a shit. We gonna fuck or what?”

Oh thank god. He couldn’t care less about you.

“Yup!”

Adam gave you one last once over while slightly shaking his head at you. He pulled out into the street and started the way to his home. You were a bit relieved. The less feelings involved the better.

You watched the street lamps and different buildings pass you. You tried to take a glance into the windows, you never learned how to mind your own business. Nothing was more interesting than seeing how other people lived.

Adam smoothly parked his car at his assigned parking space. The sign had a guitar sticker besides Adam’s last name, Godfree.

Getting out of the car, you hurled your bag over your shoulder. You already thought your friends lived in a fancy neighbourhood but Adam really knows how to do everyone. Walking up towards him, since you didn’t know where the fuck to go, you looked up to him.

Adam placed his hand on your shoulder, where your bag was thrown over, and gently pushed you in-front of him. He lead the way while being behind you. His fingers weaselled its way behind the bag strap, successfully sliding it off your shoulder and slinging it across his own shoulder.

You threw a glance behind you, to find out what his plan was, but he was grinning at you.

“What kind of man would I be if I let my favourite girl carry anything?” He whispered into your ear. You felt yourself begin to flush, looking straight ahead, while Adam had his arm wrapped around your side. Walking now beside you, he dragged you into his side. Chuckling at you, he herded you to his apartment.

You were too focused on the feeling of Adam’s big, warm body besides yours to focus on anything going on around you. You’re down bad. In the trenches, basically.

Entering Adam’s apartment, you didn’t quite know what you expected but it wasn’t this. Part of you imagined a messy apartment, with dishes and trash pilling up everywhere, but that wasn’t the case. His apartment felt empty, the way Ikea display rooms feel empty. It’s nice, minimalistic even.

It’s clear to you that Adam didn’t decorate the living room. You slipped out off your shoes, everything was so sterile here you felt bad just existing. Adam took of his own shoes and jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack. He helped you out of your own jacket and hung it up.

Adam looked you up and down and started chuckling at you, “The fuck are you even wearing?”

You looked down at your pyjamas which. Yeah, was embarrassing. Your oversized t-shirt had permanent bleach and hair dye stains from adventure with your friends in it. It was a band shirt of Adam’s band, a prototype you got from your ex. Your fuzzy pants were as old as time. You bought them when you were 13, the colour was washed out. It was blue with duck prints on it. Together with more mysterious stains.

“..What? You don’t like my sleeping fit?” You looked up into his smiling face. His eyes were soft.

“Nah, babe. Nothing gets me more hard than…Fuzzy ducks. What the fuck did you even do to your clothes?” Adam grasped your hand into his, starting to lead you towards his bedroom. His fingers were squeezing yours.

“You never dyed your friends hair at 3am because her crush didn’t text her back for 15 minutes?” You smiled at the memory of Dymphna losing her mind over Monica before they got together.

“Damn, let me guess Dy? Didn’t do that, but Lute did force me to make fake accounts to test one of her toys.” Adam sniffed, “Don’t tell her I told you that. She would kill me.”

Adam opened up his bedroom door and finally you see something you were expecting. It wasn’t trash or dirt, but a few guitars strewn across the room. His big bed was shoved into a corner, it was unmade. Huge windows were covered by the curtains and his desk was surprisingly tidy. His laundry basket was overflowing. On his desk was a photo of him and Lute, they seemed happy. Everything was messy but still clean.

While you were looking around, Adam put your bag down besides his closet. For a second he simply watched you, standing in his room. He pinched himself, trying to get his shit together.

You heard Adam walk towards you, you turned around and Adam grasped your face into his hands, he bend down and kissed you. Soft. Gently. Lovingly. Your heart sped up.

His body was towering over yours, his huge hands on your face and he started to lead you towards his bed. He pushed you softly unto the plush surface, while you laid on his bed he took of his sweater, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

He smirked down at you, grasping at your knees and spreading your legs apart,

“Tell me, baby, do you rub that pretty pussy to the thought of me? Huh?” His tone was arrogant, like he knew the answer to that already.

Which, yeah, he did. Busted. Are you that predictable?? You were going to die on the spot. You covered the lower half of your face with your hand.

“…Maybe.” Your voice was small. Your own pride was too big to admit to that. Shit.

Adam’s hands grasped at your hips, his thumbs were gently massaging your skin. His hands wandered down, grabbing at the waistband of your pants he pulled it and your underwear off your body carefully. Like unwrapping a present.

“Oh yeah? Show me.”

“Wha…Why?”

“ ‘m not gonna touch you till you give me a show, slut.” Adam kneeled down before the bed between your legs, his head in his hand, the elbow resting on the blanket. His eyes were focused on you.

Fuckfuckfuck.

You bit down on your lip. Who would win in this stare off? Not you for sure.

Avoiding his sharp eyes, you slowly spread your legs further apart. Adam’s eyes moved from your face to your glistening pussy. He started to smile at the sight.

A thought popped up in your head. Adam loves physical touch, that much is clear. You just have to give him the best show ever and forbid him from touching you, as a little revenge. Teasing him will be fun. Hopefully. He’s going to eat you alive.

Your hand moved from your chest, to your stomach, to your cunt. Making sure Adam could see everything, you spread your folds apart with your fingers. You heard him hitch his breath. Ok. You can do this. Adam is obviously infatuated with you, so hopefully you can’t disappoint him. Too much.

Starting gently, you gathered some wetness on your middle and ring finger from your dripping hole. Rubbing slow circles into your clit, your lip got caught between your teeth while you tried to stifle a moan.

Adam shuffled on his knees, his one hand went towards his hardening dick. Rubbing at his bulge through his sweatpants he groaned slightly at the sight of you. This really was his favourite fucking show.

“You like that, whore? Do like touching yourself for me?” Adam spoke in a breathy tone.

You wish you had mastered dirty talk like Adam, but part of you just wishes to hide away forever. The other part wants to get dicked down by Adam constantly. So yeah, your mind is pretty torn apart.

“Uh-Hu.” You simply gasped out, who needs words when you can just moan.

Fingers moving from your pulsing clit, you started to slowly enter them into your cunt. Pumping them in and out, the frustrating truth was that your fingers were much smaller than Adam’s dick. Or his fingers. So the places he could reach were basically unknown territory to you.

“ Shit, babe, need me to help that greedy pussy out?” Adam looked into your eyes up. Fucking hell. Sexiest man alive.

He started sitting up, his hands reaching out towards your thighs.

You placed your foot on his shoulder, pushing him down. Usually Adam’s eyes were sharp, like that of a hawks, but right now he reminded you of a puppy with the way he looked up at you with round eyes.

“Why don’t you beg a bit for it, Adam? What makes you think you deserve it?” You tried to make your voice as sultry as possible. It felt more shaky than anything.

Now it was Adam’s turn to be flustered, his face was flushed and he covered his mouth with his hand. Ah. Did you over do it? Before you could take your words back, Adam leaned his head against your ankle, nuzzling the skin there. He avoided eye contact.

“..Fuuuuck, woman, you got me so fucking pussy whipped. You know how down bad I am? Nobody squeezes my dick like you do. Shit….Please, let me fuck that holy like cunt.” Adam grumbled out, him being submissive was hot as fuck. Maybe you should gag him next time. Or tie him up? That’d be hot.

You sat up more, removing your fingers to grasp at Adam’s bare shoulders, “…Damn, Adam. Please stuff me full.”

That was all it took for Adam pounce on you, he grasped his hands under your back, throwing you towards the pillows. Your landing was cushioned, thankfully. Adam crawled over you, towering over you with his much bigger body. Your talent is really biting off more than you can chew.

Adam leaned down to whisper in your ear, “That was really hot, sugar tits, honestly. But we really gotta give you some good lessons on how to properly dom, don’t cha think? We can remember that for next time, now we gotta focus on filling you up real nice ‘n good.”

You simply nodded at Adam’s words, you want him so bad. You hope he wants you just as bad.

He clashed his lips into your own, teeth clanking together and spit being exchanged like it’s your only life force. As if this could heal you, heal you both. You think it does, a bit.

Adam’s warm hands snaked themselves under your shirt, his hands exploring your body. He stopped the kiss to take your shirt off, now you were completely naked, while Adam was still wearing his sweatpants.

“A bit unfair, no?” You ask him, while trailing your fingers over his stomach, towards his happy trail to then tug at the waistband of his sweats. His dick was straining against the grey cloth. A dark spot of pre cum was forming.

Adam chuckled, “Everything for my favourite slut.” He teasingly dragged his sweats down slowly, together with his underwear.

His dick sprang free and it was once again clear that your fingers could not compare to Adam’s sheer size. You already felt a phantom stretch in your pussy at the sight of him.

Adam started kissing at your neck while his hand massaged your tit, pulling and pinching at the nipple. You whined. Once you felt him trying to leave marks on your neck, you pushed his face away from your skin.

“Ok. New rule. No marks beyond the cleavage. I’m serious, don’t laugh! Spring is coming and I can’t walk around looking like I just got mauled.” You told him.

“Sure you can. And when you do and I see you I can remember how you milked me dry and everyone knows you’re spoken for.” Adam tried to sound convincing, he was, but you don’t want to die of a heat stroke just because Adam has some weird issues going on.

You simple glared at him, reaching out and tugging at his nipple piercing roughly.

“Ouch! Fucking bitch. Okay, okay. Got it.” He grumbled out, but he started smirking again, which was never good, “Doesn’t mean you can’t leave marks on me tho, baby. Equality and all that shit.”

Dragging him down by his nape, you tugged at his hair while frenching him. Why is he so dreamy? Or more like what’s wrong with you? Doesn’t really matter in the great scheme of things. This whole thing is to casually have fun. Totally casual. Yeah.

Adam spread your legs apart slightly, rubbing at your pussy with his finger, he slowly slipped one finger in and then the other. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, he was mumbling stuff you didn’t quite catch. Something about prepping you properly. Thank god for that because otherwise he would split you apart.

Slipping in the third and final finger, he curled them up, causing you to moan Adam’s name like a prayer. Maybe you are praying to him.

Feeling Adam remove his fingers made you whine out for him. Yeah you really need dom lessons from him, a bit of pleasure and you’re brain dead. That’s embarrassing, low-key.

Settling between your legs, Adam rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit.

“Ugh, prettiest pussy on the whole campus. Believe me, slut.” He whispered to himself.

Sometimes you wonder how much Adam is aware of the fact that you can hear basically his inner monologue. Maybe it’s best if he doesn’t know it.

Slowly slipping into your warm, wet hole Adam groaned at the feeling of you enveloping him completely. Some sick, locked away part of him is happy that you didn’t mention condoms.

Adam started to slowly rock your hips together, the pressure was building up in your abdomen. Reaching under your thighs, Adam pressed them towards your chest, reminding you off a pretzel. He reached even more sensitive spots inside you with that angle.

Seeing and hearing you be so satisfied made him pick up the pace.

“..Ya know what this position is called?..Fuck!..It’s..Ah..Called mating press, baby….You wanna be..ugh.. my little breeding mate? Huh?” Adam grunted out.

Shit, his dick piercing was rubbing against your walls. Fuck, Adam has been barley inside of you for 10 minutes and you already feel like exploding. At least Adam also looks like he’s going to bust any minute.

Man, and he hasn’t even touched your clit. He has an incredible effect on you. Well, more like on your pussy. You never thought pregnancy was hot till now. You literally let the guy spit in your mouth.

Scratching up his back, you decided to make him regret saying that you could mark him up as much as you pleased. Fucker. Your lips searched for Adam’s skin, you dragged his face towards yours. You kissed the side of his mouth, he tried to catch your lips into his, but you moved on.

Lips crashed into his cheek and chin and nose, till you finally found his neck. You made sure to kiss, suck and lick as hard as possible. Everywhere you could. Adam groaned straight up in your ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Want to mark me up, heh. Show everyone who I belong to? Shit.” Adam grasped at your hips to keep you still, to fuck into you.

“Love when you do that. When you hit that spoo-Ah- spot!” You called out to Adam, to spur him on. To have him fuck your harder. You felt juices run down your thighs.

“Oh yeah?..Tell me what else you love?” He groaned out.

“Adam! Right there, please. I..Uhh…Love your dick…?” It was more a question than a statement.

“Fuck. I’ll take it.” Adam kept up his pace, and you felt your toes curling, your legs tensing up, while you locked your ankles behind Adam’s back, to keep him inside of you.

Your orgasm crashed over you, like an electric shook cursing through your body. Feeling you clench around him, Adam couldn’t keep up much longer and he came inside you.

The sensation of having Adam’s hard dick pulse inside you, while his hot seed is spilling inside you made you sob out at the overstimulating feeling.

Adam rubbed his big, warm hands over sweaty body in a soothing manner. What a man.

While Adam was kissing your cheek, chin and nose, you felt your heartbeat slow down. Reaching around blindly, you fished out your pyjama shirt and slipped it over your head. Adam’s eyes never left your form and neither did his hands.

He put on his underwear, to then pull you into his arms, being the big spoon. You were already half gone, cuddled into the blanket with Adam.

With Adam it felt like, he was born to be domestic and monogamous but forced to frat and fuck around.

You couldn’t spare more energy on that thought, since you were already drifting off.

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Waking up in Adam’s bed, with Adam’s arms loosely wrapped around you felt surreal. Light was peaking out of the curtains. You had no clue what time it was. It felt like morning. Was it morning?

You had to take your medication. You really didn’t want Adam to know you’re on meds. That’s really non of his business. You don’t even want it to be your business, to be honest. Rummaging through your bag like a crazy woman would very much wake him up. You had to find the bath.

Slowly and carefully getting up, you crawled out of Adam’s alaskan king size bed. Jesus his bed was nearly as big as your whole apartment. Adam was a big guy, though. He does need a big bed. Imagine him squeezing him in your bed made you smile, but also made your neck ache for him.

You took your bag, which was ungracefully put besides Adam’s closet, and walked into the living room. Where was the bathroom? Looking at the choice of 3 doors, one obviously the front door, the other two where a mystery. Adam’s apartment had an open concept, so you saw that one of the doors isn’t the kitchen door, since you could directly look into it.

Deciding to just open the door closest to you, you were happy to see that it was the bathroom. The other must be like a guest room, or a storage space. Or whatever.

Gently closing the door behind you, you started searching for your pill bottle in your bag. You ended up spilling out your whole bag on the bathroom floor to find that stupid thing. Taking out your doses, you placed the pill under your tongue and started up the sink to gather some water in your hand. Swallowing everything, you closed the tap.

Feeling Adam’s cum run down your thigh made you cringe. Should you shower? Would he be mad if you used his shower? What the fuck why would he get mad at you for using his shower, that guy cums inside you now regularly. You have to get your shit together.

Before you could take your shirt off, you heard a door slam and Adam yelling,

“What the fuck! That fucking cunt! Where fucking-“ You heard him put on his clothes outside the door.

Carefully opening the bathroom door, you made awkward eye contact with a half dressed Adam. A beat of silence passed.

“..Are you good?” You decided to ask him.

His breathing was calming down, and he rubbed a hand over his face. He avoided eye contact with you.

“Yeah, totally. I…I have this, like, crazy neighbour, you know?” He tried to weasel his way out of the conversation.

“Adam, I think you might be the crazy neighbour.” You simply told him.

His head whipped towards you, he glared at you, stepping closer to you and pointing a finger at you, “Alright, listen here you-“

Before he could continue his sentence, you hooked your own pointer finger against his.

“Wanna take a shower with me?” You looked up to him, with hopeful eyes. You tugged him towards you, with your intervened fingers.

By simply looking at him, you knew Adam was losing the resolve he had to be mad at you. Thank god.

Adam took off his wrinkly shirt, throwing it into the abyss. Same with his other cloth articles. All you had to do was take off your shirt. While you stepped into the shower, Adam’s eyes wandered across your spilled out bag items.

You were playing around with the water settings and temperature when you felt Adam wrap his arms across your stomach. You leaned back against his soft stomach and broad chest. Once you were satisfied with everything you ducked under the water, feeling the warm water envelope you made your muscles relax.

When you looked around, you weren’t surprised to see a 1 in 3 shampoo bottle. Once you made sure that your hair was soaked properly, you tried to reach out for the bottle but Adam was faster than you.

He spun you around so you were facing him and he then squirted a generous amount of soap into his hand. He massaged the soap gently into your hair, then he moved on to your body. He threw away any chastity he tried to keep up, his hands were massaging your tits. His lips meet your own, and he bit his teeth into them. You couldn’t suppress the moan leaving your mouth.

He moved his hands towards your hips, dragging your crotch towards his already harding dick. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

Adam helped you rins off the soap from your hair and body, he kept leaving kisses on your face and neck while doing so. He turned you so his body was shielding you from the water. Damn his height and build.

With his hands on your shoulders he lightly pushed you down on your knees. So, here you were kneeling down in front of Adam. His totally not intimidating dick hang before you, thick and heavy.

You have heard the term breeder balls, and you never really had an image in your mind till you saw Adam. Looking up at him, you saw him smirk down at you. Grasping your cheeks into his hand, he squeezed your lips apart.

“Wanna please daddy? Suck my dick real good?” Adam told you with a shark like grin.

You swallowed down the extra spit collecting in your mouth, Adam just mad you nervous. Made your stomach flutter and your thighs clench.

Reaching out your hand, you started to slowly wrap your fingers around Adam’s cock. Your fingers barley met, and you started stroking him back and forth. Your thumb rubbed over his tip, the pre cum was collecting rapidly. Adam’s hand went to your head, he was pushing away your hair from your face.

“You teasin’ me?” Adam mumbled out. He tugged at your hair in a threatening manner.

Taking his dick in his own hand, he lightly slapped your cheek with it.

“How about you clean my dick for me? Open up wiiiiiiide.” Man, you didn’t even need to look at him to see the wide grin in his face.

Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, you let Adam rub his tip against your tongue. The salty and slightly bitter taste of his pre cum hit your taste buds. It could be worse, for sure.

Adam eased his dick into your mouth, with every shallow trust he put more and more and more down your throat. You tried to breath through your nose, tried to steady yourself. He didn’t bother letting you set the pace, simply starring into your face to gauge your reactions, to not push you too far.

Your hands rested on his bulky thighs, your nails digging into skin and hair. You kept your lips over your teeth, to not hurt him. Using your tongue to massage his dick as best as possible, you also hollowed out your cheeks, to suck him properly in.

“Such a pretty face, would be a waist to fuck you any way where I can’t see it. You want me to cum down your throat? Sure you do, all the bitches love that.” Maybe you should bit his dick. Fucker.

Adam, head pusher, Godfree thrusted his dick further and further down your throat. His pace was getting faster and rougher. Just how he was with your pussy. An especially deep push made you choke and gag. You pushed yourself off Adam’s dick, to catch your breath and not to throw upon his dick. That would be embarrassing.

He petted your hair gently, while waiting for you, “..Why did you take your bag with you?” He quietly asked you.

“..Uhh..I..wanted to get..just dressed.” Man you’re a bad liar.

Adam pinched your cheek with his fingers, it bordered on painful. He just starred down at you. Usually you could easily read him, he was very expressive and voiced any kind of emotion he’s going through. Verbally and nonverbally. This time tho, his face was blank. The usual pleasant nervous you felt around Adam turned into dread.

He simply hummed at you, pushing your head towards his dick. You took him back into your mouth. He returned towards his rough pace, making you choke slightly but this time you recovered quicker.

“ ‘m gonna cum down your little throat.” Was the only warning you got, before Adam held your head still to fuck into your mouth. Feeling him cum down your throat was sure an experience.

Adam, because he’s an asshole, decided to pinch your nose, to keep you from breathing. It was only for a few seconds, but it was enough to push yourself off him once he was gone and to

take in air greedily. Motherfucker.

Leaning towards him, you bit into his thigh. As hard as you could. Usually when you bit him you try to mind your teeth, this time you hoped he bled.

With a painful yelp Adam quickly pulled you off of him.

“Why the fuck did you do that?!” He angrily asked you.

“Why fucking choke me, dumbass?” You asked back with the same energy.

“Babe, what’s the big deal? I can promise you, if you sat on my face and choked me? I would cum in my pants. Straight up.”

“Fuck off.”

Roughly grasping your jaw into his hand, he was seething and it was a borderline painful sensation.

“Why take your fucking bag with you?”

Shaking him off you, you rubbed at your jaw,

“That’s non of your business.” You hissed out at him.

You saw Adam’s tongue poke his cheek, a bitter smile forming on his lips.

“Yeah, right.” Adam grasped you under your arms, picking you up. For a second he simple held you up like a rag doll. You felt small and helpless, you hated that. With a hand on your shoulder he forced you out of the shower, into the cold air. Adam picked up a bathing rob and put it on you.

And even though he was clearly pissed off at you, he was still careful when dressing you. He draped a towel over your head, he then grasped your arm and threw you out of the bathroom, he locked the door once you were out.

What the hell?

Wait.

“Adam! Give me my fucking bag!” You hammered a fist against the door.

“Whaaat? Sorry, baby, I can’t hear youuuuu.” He turned the shower up more to drown out the sound of you cursing him out.

There’s no use in yelling at Adam, you knew that. Stomping towards his bedroom, you threw yourself into the soft bed. Sitting up, you looked around. Seeing a clock at the bed site table showed you it’s roughly 6:30 AM. Damn. No wonder you felt so tired. Ah, your phone was on there too. You didn’t see it in your bag, you thought it would be by the closet. Dropping out of your messy bag. Adam probably put it there.

Picking it up you simply looked through your notifications. Nothing exciting was going on. You should probably just sleep. Putting in a reasonable alarm, and putting it back on the little table, you cuddled up under Adam’s soft blanket. Everything smelled like him. That was nice.

Before you fully drifted off, you heard the bathroom door unlock. You sat up properly, to see Adam enter the room. It seemed like he calmed down. Couldn’t be you. He put down your packed bag back near the closet. Ugh.

“Ever heard of privacy and boundaries?”

“Naw, don’t believe in that bullshit.”

Yeah, you could fucking tell.

Adam sat down at the edge of the bed, looking at you with a look you couldn’t quite place. He was scratching at the stubbles at his chin.

“..I don’t give a fuck if you’re on meds. If that’s why you were acting so fucking shifty.”

“I don’t care about your opinion! I care if I have to take that shit! And believe me, I genuinely wish I didn’t need it. I’d rather just…be normal and fit in.” Your voice got smaller at the end. You want nothing more than to fit in.

Adam sighed, “..Well, how were your shitty little friends supposed to find you, if you were like everyone else?” He grasped your neck gently and your foreheads touched each other while you gazed into each others eyes, “..How would I have found you if you didn’t stand out?”

You felt your eyelashes get wet, tears gathering in your eye. Damn. Okay.

You sniffed and rubbed the water from your eyes.

“…Let’s sleep.”

Adam grunted in agreement. Lots of excitement for one morning. Laying back down, you felt Adam’s arms wrap around you once again.

And when you woke up a few hours later, Adam had a tight grip on you and had you pressed against the wall. So you couldn’t escape this time.

#cw smut #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel adam smut #adam ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Nother Idea: Steve has a really bad migraine when he sees his parents for the first time post spring break from hell. He is still recovering from his injuries & his parsnts don't know how to help him. He is in tears begging his father or mother to get him Rob or Eds. And they have no clue who that is. The other parent finds a note by the main house phone and one by his bedroom phone with the names Robin & Eddie with their numbers. And they watch their adult son get coddled by a lesbian and a metalhead. Bsjsjcjdjd maybe they find out about the UD???

I TOOK A BREAK FROM PLANNING OUR WEDDING FOR THIS MY LOVE!!! You know how I feel about migraine Steve and you know how I feel about some good old hurt/comfort and how I feel about Steve's parents just being shitty always. It's like you wrote this request from MY BRAIN. It's a bit shorter than I could've done, but I am rushing out the door at this point and wanted to have it posted today in case I can't tonight. Hope you love it!!! - Mickala ❤️

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Luck was never on Steve’s side.

He hadn’t slept more than a few hours in weeks, his brain and body constantly running through checklists of things he had to do and people he needed to check on.

It was catching up with him in the form of the worst migraine he’s had in months.

And now his parents were home.

He could hear them talking downstairs, their voices carrying and making Steve wince against his pillow.

He managed to close his curtains when he got up to use the bathroom this morning, but hadn’t managed to do anything else. Including close his door.

He hadn’t really expected that to be an issue since he was alone all the time.

His parents hadn’t been home in nearly six months. They hadn’t even bothered to call when the “earthquake” hit.

He kept his eyes closed in hopes that they wouldn’t bother him, maybe they’d even close his door for him if they thought he was asleep.

Wishful thinking.

His dad’s booming voice was suddenly right next to him, echoing around his room and his head.

“It’s the middle of the damn day, Anne! He can’t sleep his life away!”

Steve let out a groan, burying his head as far into his pillows as he could to avoid some of the noise.

His father would give up eventually, probably call him something terrible, be disappointed, the usual. But he’d leave, and Steve could bask in the peace and quiet again.

“Do you hear me, Steven? Anne, he’s ignoring me!”

Steve groaned again as he heard his mother’s voice from the doorway.

“Richard, he’s clearly hungover. We should come back later.”

Steve loved that idea. If they left, he could try to sleep this migraine off.

“I’m not just leaving him! He has to act like a responsible adult someday, Anne. We don’t pay for this house for him to spend his days hungover in it.”

“Not hungover.”

Steve’s voice was muffled against the pillow, his head pounding with every movement of his lips, but he knew he had to at least try to stick up for himself.

“So you’re just a useless sack in the middle of the day on a Thursday for no reason, then?”

Steve let out a whine at the sharp pains shooting through his head.

“Eddie. Call?”

Words were hard when your head was trying to implode on itself.

“Who is Eddie? Is that the person who got you drunk? I will not be calling this Eddie person, and I expect you to be up, showered, and dressed by the time we are back from our business dinner. Do you understand?”

“Robin.”

“Isn’t that your girlfriend? Is she responsible for this?”

Steve wanted to scream that the people responsible for this were dead or Russian spies who were hopefully dead and no thanks to either of his parents, he often spent days like this.

Not as often since he practically had Robin and Eddie living with him, but enough.

“No. Eddie.”

“Eddie isn’t your girlfriend.” Anne was closer now. “Do you need medical attention? You’re not making any sense. Oh goodness, Richard, maybe he’s having a stroke.”

His side was pulsing. Eddie said his did too sometimes, a casual reminder that they’d been nearly eaten alive. The pain wasn’t nearly as bad as his head, though.

He needed to get to his phone so he could call Eddie.

Eddie knew what to do to help. He wouldn’t be scared of his parents.

Just as he started to move his head so he could try to roll out of bed, he heard his mom speak again, much lower, probably directly to his dad.

He had extremely sensitive hearing when he had migraines, though, so he could still hear what she was saying.

“This note has those names with phone numbers. Maybe we should call them?”

“It’s just a hangover. He has to man up.”

“It just seems like more than a hangover. He’s in real pain.”

“You do what you want. Coddle him if you must. I have a business dinner to get ready for.”

He heard his father leave the room, but didn’t bother moving.

His mom was suddenly talking into the phone.

“Is this Eddie? Yes, this is Anne Harrington. Steve’s mom, yes. He had your number written down by the phone. He’s asking for you and he seems to be quite hungover. It’s not? Oh. Oh. Okay. Well, could you come keep an eye on him, then? I would appreciate it. I could pay you.” Steve heard yelling on the other end and tried to smirk, but his face was in too much pain. “Okay, see you soon.”

“Steve? Eddie’s coming. He didn’t want any money or anything to sit with you, but I’ll leave some on the counter just in case.”

“Loves me.”

“What was that?”

Steve turned his head to the side so he could say it again, emphasize to his mother that people actually loved him.

“He loves me.”

He was met with silence, but he was happy about it, his head still finding new ways to hurt even after 100 migraines.

His mom left the room, but he knew Eddie was coming, so he rested.

When he woke up, Robin’s hands were in his hair. She was gently combing through it, from scalp to ends, being careful to avoid any tangles that may have been hiding.

“Robs.”

“Hey Dingus,” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t handle normal talking voices when it was this bad. “Gave Eds and I quite a scare having your mom call, you know.”

“Sorry. Couldn’t.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“Eddie?”

“He’s downstairs giving your parents the riot act while he unloads groceries. He’s pissed.”

“At me?”

“No, never you. He’s got your extra strength pain meds that you were out of though.”

Steve had forgotten to get more last time he went to the store and he admittedly wouldn’t be this bad off if he had them ready to go when he woke up this morning.

But Eddie always took care of him and Robin always took care of him, and he was allowed to not have to do everything for himself anymore.

“It’s like you don’t even care that he’s hurt because of fucking government conspiracies!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Robin’s hand froze as they listened to Eddie and his dad go back and forth.

“The Russians almost killed him! Where were you? Not fucking here! The monsters almost killed him! Where were you? Probably on a business trip or whatever it is you rich fucks like to do with your time that should be spent checking in on your son.”

“Oh boy,” Robin slowly started to get up, causing Steve to whimper. “I’m gonna send him up here to cool off. Just breathe.”

So he did. He breathed in, then out, in, then out.

He did that until he felt Eddie’s hands in his hair, lips on his forehead.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered against his hair. “Brought you some water and meds.”

“Yelling?”

“They deserve it. But don’t worry about that right now. Just take these pills and sleep. I got ya.”

“Got me.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, always got you.”

He could hear Robin yelling downstairs now, but he didn’t focus on it, following Eddie’s advice and sitting up just enough to swallow the pills and half a glass of water.

As he fell asleep, he heard Robin whispering to Eddie.

“He’s got us, at least.”

“Yeah, he does.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #platonic stobin #steve's parents suck #migraine steve again i know okay #but it's just so gd good #soft and protective eddie #soft and protective robin #requests

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willalove75 · 3 months

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stop simping over women and pay attention to your husband. You clearly made your choice to be with a man and have his child rather than choose a woman. You bisexual women don’t get to exist in lesbian spaces when you lean towards men. Unless your husband lets to you step out on your marriage or lets you have delusional thoughts that any lesbian would want a woman knocked up by a man. You bisexual women who lean more towards men or are with men have no right to be in sapphic or lesbian spaces. And lady d is a lesbian so as if she would be with someone who let a man touch them let alone knock them up.

Oh, I'm sorry, did my husband tell you that I'm not giving him enough attention? Didn't think so.

Yes, I made a choice to be with him, because I fell in love with him. Because he's my best friend and my biggest supporter in everything I do (yes, he even supports my writing and fics and he tells me often how proud he is of me). I did not chose him because he's a man. Truthfully, his gender had absolutely nothing to do with why I married him. I just happened to fall in love with and marry a man, but that does NOT make me any less of a bisexual woman.

"You bisexual women..." and people question whether or not bi-erasure is a thing, meanwhile, this entire ask is such a great example of just that😒

"delusional thoughts that any lesbian would want a woman knocked up by a man." is truly offensive to not only every bi woman who has been with a man, but any woman who has. What about the lesbians that got pregnant by men?? Because this may come as a shock to you, but it does happen. It may not happen a lot or often, but it does. Does that mean that those women are "tainted" or "ruined" also??? No it fucking doesn't, you idiot.

It really makes me laugh when people try and use a fictional character to make a real life argument. You want to know why? BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT FUCKING REAL!!! So honestly, you have absolutely no idea if that's true or not because she's a fake fucking character from a video game. Are you also this upset at the fic writers who make her trans??? Or what about fic writers that make Alcina's partner trans??? Or are you just that much of biphobic person and this is the hill you're choosing to die on?? Either way, you're an actual bigot.

This post just SCREAMS biphobia and bi-erasure and it's fucking gross. You are so very obviously projecting your own issues and insecurities in this and honestly I would be embarrassed if I were you. Because not a single thing you said is true AT ALL or holds any merit.

Bisexual women who lean towards men or who are with men ABSOLUTELY do belong in those spaces. Just because a bisexual woman is married/with a man or leans towards men does not discredit or change their sexuality. No bi person automatically becomes straight if they date/marry the opposite gender or become gay/lesbian if they date/marry the same gender. It's called BIsexual. More than one gender. You do not get to invalidate every bi person with this shitty (and inherently wrong) opinion.

I know you wrote this trying to get a rise out of me, and congratulations because you succeeded. But I also know that people like you leave messages like this because they feel so broken and hurt and shitty that they want others to feel like that too. Unfortunately for you, I grew up in the era that birthed anonymous hate messages so you'll have to try harder next time. Not only that, but I am proud and confident in who I am and no pathetic anonymous (especially anonymous, you pussy) message is going to shake me.

I am a proud bisexual woman. I am proud to be married to my husband. I am proud that I will soon be the mother of a little boy who I will raise to be a much better person than you'll ever be. I am proud of what I've written and no, I will not stop.

#willalove75 #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bi erasure is real #tw #biphobia #bi erasure #fuck outta here with these shitty and wrong opinions #you picked the wrong bitch my guy

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the locked tomb holiday exchange rec list

Behold! The good, the magnificent, the sad! The filth and the angst and the feelings! The weird shit that would make TazMuir proud! 💀🎉✨☠️🔥🎊

Here are some favourites from a skim of works posted for @tlt-holiday-exchange, both art and fic. They are MANY and they are JUICY. Find the entire collection HERE, and keep an eye on for authors reveal coming soon!

ART FILLS

A Beautiful Fairy Tale. Wake tells little Bomb a bedtime story but she can't mention a princess without talking about guillotines. Rated T.

Dubious Curiosity. Nona is curious. Nona loves everyone. And Nona wants Cam. (Camilla/Nona) Rated M.

Fingers In Her Mouth. Camilla Hect misses the Warden. Maybe he can lend a helping hand… even in death. (Camilla/hand!Palamedes) Rated M.

just guys being bros. Camilla/Gideon. Gideon touches a boob! A very happy new year to awkward butch lesbians everywhere. Rated T.

Pyrrha Dve Appreciation. Pyrrha & Nona, soft hugs! Rated G.

Stealing Breath. Camilla/Gideon butch-off make-out session. Rated G.

To Shreds, You Say? Pyrrha/Mercymorn/Wake fucking nasty. Rated E.

FIC FILLS

a buried and a burning flame. Coronabeth fucks Gideon's corpse. Rated E.

For all intents and purposes the corpse of the Ninth’s cavalier is a bad lay. That’s all fine, though.

a grave, deep and narrow. Camilla/Palamedes, GtN AU, Character Death, Tape Recorder Conversation Redux. Podfic included! Rated T

Only Lyctors were meant to leave the First House alive. Ianthe insists on bringing Coronabeth; Judith dies of her injuries. Camilla is stranded alone at Canaan House — alone, except for the persistent hallucinations of her necromancer.

affix. Coronabeth/Harrow, humiliation kink, improper use of bones, dom!Harrow, GtN era. rated E.

Cytherea doesn't go to Canaan House AU - Corona overconfidently approaches Harrow in the hopes of exchanging lab keys. Harrow humbles her quickly.

AITA for telling my dad I didn't like my birthday party? Gideon & John, In-Universe Social Media, Character study, Rated T.

I (20F) told my dad (45?M) that I wanted a cool birthday party, but he threw me a terrible birthday party instead. Am I really the asshole for telling him I didn't like it?

and kings shall come out of thy loins. Gideon/Ianthe, crack treated seriously, body horor, SNAKES. Rated M.

Ianthe saves God from the stoma and the River and all she has to show for it are these fucking snubes.

come, dearest heart. Lyctor Palamedes AU, HtN era. Camilla/Palamedes, Pyrrha/Palamedes, Pyrrha/Camilla/Palamedes. Rated E.

In Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus unwillingly ascends to Lyctorhood to put an end to Cytherea the First's rampage. He's left heartbroken, grieving, and terribly, terribly lonely.

Don't Care If You Think I'm Dumb (I Don't Care At All). Gideon/Ianthe, Gideon as Kiriona, Unwholesome Tower Princes Bonding ft. bad sex and retail therapy. Rated E.

The newly christened Kiriona Gaia is not having a good time on the Mithraeum. At least she has Ianthe there to make her worse.

Follow Your Dreams, Never Let Them Die. Gideon/Harrow, Pokemon trainers AU! Rated T.

On her Pokemon Journey, Gideon Nav approaches the mysterious Drearburh City Gym - but something feels oddly familiar.

Gaia's Natural Market. modern AU, retail hell, Harrow/Gideon, Harrow/Ianthe, Gideon/Ianthe. Rated T

RING-A-DING-DING, the Holiday's are here! And nothing says "Give!" like the bounty of the Mother Herself, so come on by to GAIA's Natural Market! Treat your family to a home-cooked meal with only the PUREST of ingredients - all Produce Organic, all Products non-GMO, and all Smiles Authentic and free of Toxins!

Good Girl. Coronabeth/Ianthe, puppyplay, muzzles, rated E.

Coronabeth is Ianthe's big dicked bimbo puppy. Ianthe's into it.

Goodnight, New Rho. Camilla & Nona. Domestic Fluff, Missing Scene. Rated G.

Nona gets a bedtime story. Camilla reminisces about growing up with an older sister. They both sleep well, despite a notable lack of dogs.

In the Empire of the Deeps. Gideon/Nona/Ianthe, Gideon/Ianthe, Pirate AU, monsterfucking-adjacent, Nona is an eldritch sea creature. Rated E.

A chance encounter on the beach. Ianthe is manipulative, Kiriona is sad, and Nona is not as innocent as she seems. Sometimes, you might yearn for one person and meet another one. Sometimes, you have to take what you can get.

just like normal. Ianthe/Coronabeth, Cytherea is also there. Penis in vagina sex, Exhibitionism, Squirting. Rated E.

Ianthe gives herself a cock, and Corona is increasingly bewildered that she hasn’t been allowed to sit on it yet.

language of its own. Camilla/Palamedes. Worldbuilding, idiots to lovers, pre-canon. Rated T.

Camilla Hect has to do an erotic poetry final.

Masochism Tango. Porn with feelings, knifeplay, vivisection, lyctor-typical everything. Rated E.

Two occasions in which Pyrrha Dve had the pleasure of being under Cytherea's knife, and Mercymorn had the pleasure of Pyrrha Dve.

METHODS OF SUBDUCTION. Judith/Cornabeth, Judith & Varun. Planetary science rizz. Rated M.

Varun the Eater teaches Judith Deuteros how to flirt.

midnight mass. Mercymorn/Cristabel, pre-canon, Character Study. Rated T.

A lifetime before the resurrection and two decades before the apocalypse, a novice nun and a third-year medical student discuss goodness, passion, and salvation at midnight on Christmas morning.

motherhood. Mercymorn uses flesh magic on Wake. Hate sex ensues. Body horror, motherhood as violence, canon compliant. Rated E.

“I will kill you,” you say, with all the placid fervor of a religious convert. When you’re on the edge of real violence, you lose that tense little furrow in your brow—it’s beautiful, really. “Please give me a reason.”

My Love Overflows. Corona/Ianthe, Strap-on, Dirty talk, Impact Play, Hair Pulling, Bladder control. Rated E.

The one in which Corona pisses all over herself at Ianthe's whims.

name and rank. Judith/Coronabeth, Judith & Varun. Judith's failwoman swag! Rated T.

As Judith lies dying, she has nothing but time. Varun the Eater uses it to teach her how to flirt with the Princess. Don’t worry. Varun has got this!

New Rule. Mercymorn/Pyrrha, Ranch AU, stablehand Pyrrha, boss/employee relationship. Rated E.

Never hire stablehands who are too handsome and capable for their own good.

no shade in the shadow of the cross. Cytherea/Mercymorn, angst, fisting, two pillow princesses NOT making it work! Rated E.

Cytherea and Mercymorn have an ill-timed tryst.

per my last email. Camilla/Palamedes. Academia, banter. On peer review and multitasking. Rated M.

“Warden,” she said patiently, “you want me so badly it’s making you stupid."

RISKING OUR LIVES FOR UNIVERSITY HOLE???? 🤯😳 University AU, Team 69. The hole is a basement to be clear! Rated T.

The difficult part of visiting the local haunted house for a feature in the university magazine is not actually the visiting; it’s the writing about it afterwards.

So Messed Up. Ianthe/Coronabeth. Puppy play, collars & leashes, tail plug. Rated E.

Ianthe using her flesh magic to give Corona a big cock for petplay because she loves the idea of her sister being a big dicked bimbo puppy girl who just wants to rut into her.

The Great Gamete Gambit. Camilla & Palamedes, Pre-canon, worldbuilding, sixth house reproductive practices. Rated G.

Palamedes and Camilla have an important package to send, but there's been a heist in the gamete repository! Can the 15-year-old Master Warden and his cavalier crack the case?

The Sextus Scandal. Camilla/Palamedes, Epistolary, Pre-Canon Divergence. Rated E.

Transcripts and documents relating to the disciplinary hearing and subsequent resignation of Master Warden Palamedes Sextus.

Ways to Be Perfect. Babs/Colum Asht, GtN era, Rated M.

When Naberius first glanced across the supper table at Colum Asht, he didn’t immediately get the impression that he was liked.

The end!

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thehealingsystem · 13 days

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currently crying as I'm writing this but uh I reeeaallyy wonder when people are gonna decide to leave us lesbians with unconventional gender identities alone. please leave the teenage bigender lesbian alone. they're a young girl in high school who likes other girls whom their mother will never accept and has to hide their relationships, and forever hide their heartache after they fail. please leave the transmasc lesbian alone. people will whisper behind his back about how much of a tranny he is while expressing disgust when he holds hands with a girl. please leave the nonbinary lesbian or just transfem lesbian alone whom is too masc or man-leaning for your taste, whether that be because they're amab or a nonbinary guy, they're trying super hard just to live and can barely pass and is forced to hide or else people will accuse them of invading spaces or being a predator. I know you won't ever see us as deserving of the lesbian label- no matter how much we present like a cis girl or how much we've been discriminated against for our attraction, from my experience- but we're just trying to make it by too. I'm tired of just trying to convince people I'm allowed to exist. not be in spaces, be in communities, exist. please leave me alone. please leave trans lesbians alone.

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serevena · 1 year

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Power Trip.

Pairing - Abby Anderson x Fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, Strap-On usage, Subby!abby(?), pet names, provocative language, graphic depictions of lesbian sex, finger sucking, Whiny!Abby, not proofread!

a.n - Fic coming soon..drabbles are my specialty at the moment. Happy Mothers Day to muscle mommy!

Baby, I want you to want me.

Abby’s phone notifications went off for around the third time that night. You’d hid in the bathroom for the most part, letting Abby interact with her friends. You weren’t all that social, so you tried to stay away. But it was also because you were too nervous to be within the same vicinity when you were being so bold through text.

8:23PM - I like your arms. :)

Abs, 8:23PM - Thank you, sweet..why don’t you come over here?

8:24PM - Dunno.. feel like being alone right now.

Abs, 8:24PM - Is everything okay? Do you wanna leave?

You could see her face contort into one of worry from across the room before you quickly responded.

8:25PM - Just turning me on. :)

You shut your phone off and continued on with your night, not bothering to respond to the things she said prior before you spent the night teasing her about everything else. And Abby was..losing it. Each time you came back from the bathroom, you’d text her something else, or bend over purposely in those jeans that fit you so well. You had that girl wrapped around your damn finger.

And you could see the moment when Abby decided enough was enough, smiling softly to Manny and the rest of her friends before standing up, walking over to you, and putting her hand on the small of your back, whispering a quick “let’s go.”

Which resulted in you, riding Abby’s strap as she stared up at you intently, her browns frowned with a pout on her lips. “Oh—Babe..” she muttered, and you could only grip her shoulders, letting out shaky moans and heavy uneven breaths. Abby was looking at a fucking angel, seeing the way your face contorted every time her cock reached a spot in you that felt just right, seeing the way the moonlight shined upon your sweat-beaded skin.

“Feels so good..” she cried out.

She let out whines profusely, the impact of the headboard hitting the wall reminding her of just how fast you liked it.

She got too loud after hearing the disgusting noises your cunt was making, skin to skin slapping at an ungodly pace, so you had to shut her up the only way you knew you could. You wrapped one hand around her throat rather aggressively before your fingers brushed her lips, quickly dipping passed her lips.

She sucked on your fingers, never ripping her eyes away from the sight. Knowing that she got to see you like that. Knowing that you had her like this.

She was slowly floating into oblivion, and she most definitely didn’t want it to stop.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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best friends mom!emily prentiss and reader. where readers bsf invites her to join their vacation for winter break and r accepts not knowing that emily was her best friends mom that she has been fucking for weeks. a few days there, r decides to go to in the hot tub, emily joins after without thinking. emily and r has unbearable tension so they fuck in the hot tub while emily’s ex husband and r’s best friend are out skiing.

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MILF!18+

*Authors note~ I love the Emily prompts so much and I missed writing for my favourite lady*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink semi public sex, cheating milf Emily x 21 year old reader

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Delilah happened to be your best friend of 2 years, you'd met at college and instantly became thicker than thieves. For anyone who didn't know your story, it appeared you'd been friends for years. Yet realistically you didn't know each others family or home towns, you knew each others college lives inside and out. Delilah mentioned a family vacation she was being taken on and allowed a plus one, which was going to be her ex boyfriend, but the key word there was Ex. So it had all been payed for, she offered you to join in, knowing you'd been swept up in meeting the mystery girl, you'd return covered in love bits and satisfied for a few days. The cycle would repeat but you refused to divulge much information, only offering her gender and saying she's older, but god damn amazing in bed. So the break would do you the world of good.

That was how you found yourself and your best friend driving up to the cabin. A skiing holiday. Both singling obnoxiously loud to a special playlist of all your favourites. The emotional response would change from breakups to sexy to sad to happy and in love, a true mix but all of them loved by you both. When you arrived at the cabin you got all settled in your room before Delilah's dad and step mother arrived.

The shock of your life came when you saw your secret lover stood next to the man Delilah addressed as dad. "Emily" she nodded at your secret lover and that's when your eyes met, she was just as shocked to see you here too. Neither of before realised you were talking of the same girl. Delilah. You knew her as li and Emily addressed her as Delilah, so truly it was understandable how one didn't connect the two. Emily of course told you of her failing arranged marriage, her mother unwilling to accept that Emily was Lesbian so she arranged the marriage with a wealthy man, it made her look good so what was Emily's happiness to her?

With a nervous hi to both adults you began to listen in to what was going on. Delilah and her dad wanting to hit the slope as soon as possible, Emily hoping to stay back at the cabin maybe get a little nap in. So they were completely divided which meant they turned to you. "Uh um I could stay here with Emily? I could do with a nap, I'll hit the slopes tomorrow with you li?" You murmured hoping it would be okay.

Soon enough it had been decided li and her dad would hit the slopes and you and Emily would hang back here. As soon as they both left, Emily made her way to where you were staying, "that's your li?" She murmured as her eyes raked over your body. "You have a step daughter and a mommy kink em?" You teased watching as she smiled and came closer to you to steal a kiss. "Shut up princess you have no problem with calling me mommy when I'm attending to that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured against your lips before shoving you against the wall, the moment your back connected with the wall you let out a ridiculously loud moan. "Now now princess don't scream too loud or we will get caught" she teased before removing herself from you, "get a swim suit on, there's a hot tub and Im sure you'd hate to leave mommy all alone in there" she purred adding a quick swat to your bottom before heading to change.

By the time you had changed, Emily had already found herself in the hot tub, her burgundy swim sit hardly containing her plentiful boobs from spilling out over the cups. Her head lolled back in relaxation as the steam rose hitting cold air. "Mommy?" You whimpered as your need clouded your mind. It had been way too long since you'd had your lips on her pert buds, or lapping at her slick folds, hell you missed being dicked down by her strap. You missed your mommy and here and now with her like that, you just had to have her. "Join me princess" she murmured not even bothering to open her eyes as you scurried to join her.

The water was warm and you couldn't help but moan slightly as it washed over your skin, taking a seat next to Emily. "Now now princess you know mommy likes you on her lap" she murmured causing you to now straddle her lap. "Hello pretty girl" she murmured before kissing you hard enough to make your toes curl. "Mommy" you whined rolling your hips, only to find out she's packing.

"Mommy need you" you whined into her ear. "Princess it's been a few days since we you've had mommy, such a needy little slut aren't you?" She murmured before freeing her strap. "Gonna ride me like a good girl" she demanded really before slipping the binki bottom material to the side before allowing you to sink onto the faux dick.

"Oh mommy, fuck yes more" you whimpered eyes rolling back your head as you felt her hit that spot inside you only she could find. "Come on baby. Let mommy use that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured and you began to bounce on the strap. The hot tub jets adding bubbles to hide what was going on, "mommy mommy fuck want bed" you murmured in coherently. Quickly hoping off her strap you stumbled from the hot tube and to the bedroom you were staying in. Emily got on your heels.

Immediately you were bent over the bed, strap entering your core once more, this time pace being ruthless and erratic, "fuck princess feel so good. Take it. Take mommys cock. Fuck squeezing me so good baby" she moaned as to simply laid there taking the brutal assault, murmuring incoherent words and pleads. "Mommy! Love you mommy mommy please" you whimpered, "gonna cum" you warned. "That's it princess come for me. That's it good girl"

Emily fucked you through your orgasm before slipping from your core and moving to kiss you, "oh princess this holiday is going to be so much fun, now go clean up and look busy they'll be back soon, I love you princess" she murmured before leaving the room to freshen up.

Word count~ 1188

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spookykoolkat · 9 months

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╰•★★ ᴊᴏʟɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ★★•╯

hello and welcome to my main masterlist that compiles all of my written work EVER!

⇢ first i'd like to introduce myself!

i'd prefer if people would call me jolie, it doesn't matter!

i'm nineteen years old :p goth metalhead :3

and i ONLY write for fat, plus sized people, ii write stories that i would read myself, as a plus sized woman, and i hope everyone enjoys it! if not, i'm sorry that it does not cater to thinner people but i need my plus size representation 🖤

AND AS ALWAYS, its FREE FREE PALESTINE!

⇢ now to get into my written work <3

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all of these written works will or are consisted of dark themes, adult content, adult themes, violence, romance, SMUT, and varying emotions/tones. all written work done by me is not allowed to be shared, published or claimed as their own!

⁂ - smut, 18+ only, mature themes

⁑ - angst, intimacy, light smut

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joel miller fics will not be continued at the moment.

OKAY finally, here are my stories written by MEEE :p

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ❞

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you're just so sweet ⁂

✰ coming back into town for your mother's birthday wasn't difficult. it was figuring out how to be around their long time friend, eddie, without feeling that familiar throb between your legs.

you're just so sweet | 2 ⁂

✰ of course he wouldn't speak to you. he was a much older man, and you were just a naïve little girl who pushed her luck. didn't you listen to every song about daddy issues ever?

always mine, forever ⁂

✰ having your friend group spend the night at your place to watch movies was supposed to be fun! so why was your heart racing at the thought of eddie being merely feet away while you slept in your bed?

your brother's rocker friend ⁂ request

✰ dustin was always a little shit, but he was YOUR little shit. along with your nerdy brother, came along his not so nerdy, older friends. one in particular that drooled over everything you did.

the cabin in the woods ⁂ request

✰ robin's new friend caught some attention from her friends, but eddie couldn't find it in himself to make a move on you. of course robin's hot friend had to be lesbian. or so he thought.

toxic ⁂ 🎃

✰ to your dismay, you and eddie could never find the sense to leave each other alone.

taped ⁂ 🎃

✰ eddie needed a way to keep you with him forever, what's a better way than to document it on camera?

looking for a good time? ⁂ 🎃

✰ eddie was always up for trying new things. he just didn't think someone who he couldn't even see would make him feel the way he did.

trick or treat ⁂ 🎃

sorry about your boyfriend ⁂ 🎃

lucifer, my love ⁂ 🎃

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kirislovelygf · 11 months

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i’m so glad you’re gonna start taking requests for neytiri!! (btw i was the anon who asked if you write for her😭) me being a lesbian in this fandom is so tiring when all i see is fics for the boys lolll, but anyways can i ask for a neytiri x fem!reader who is also omaticaya and is known as being one of the nicest girls in the clan! like everyone just adores her bc she’s so sweet and kind to everyone and she’s also under healing training with mo’at! but she’s also really shy especially around neytiri (because she likes her) but neytiri thinks that reader is shy because she doesn’t like her :( so one day reader is out collecting fruit or something and a group of boys start picking on her (kinda like the scene in atwow where ao’nung picks on kiri) but they don’t realise that neytiri is watching them from afar and she storms over all pissed and tells the boys to leave the reader alone and since she’s the daughter of the tsahik they’re scared of her and stuff so they listen. and the reader is just very quiet as she thanks neytiri which makes neytiri kinda confused and she’s like “have i done something to make you not like me?” but the reader is like “no! i like you! i really like you!” and it ends with both of them confessing their feelings for each other? i’m sorry this is so long i suck at explaining things 😭🫶🏻

pretty petals (neytiri x fem! omaticaya reader)

contents: wlw, confessionsss, pining, crush on neytiri, pre-jake, kisses, wlw fluff, protective neytiri, shy reader uwu (never let me do that again)

wrd count: 1.5k

a/n: hello lovely!! thanks so much for submitting the prompt, i loved writing this for neytiri. it was new and different and i really enjoyed it. i hope you and everyone else enjoy it too <33

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neytiri was out hunting one day after another argument with mo’at.

she wasn’t happy that neytiri wasn’t complying to her and agreeing to take the tsahik training.

she had already taken y/n under her wing but would prefer to have her daughter take over once she inevitably won’t be able to anymore.

neytiri stomped through the forest and kept hitting branches out of her way.

eywa was fed up with her attitude and she let one of her branches slap neytiri right in the face.

neytiri sighed and gently moved the branch out of her face to keep walking.

she climbed up one of the giant trees when she spotted something swinging from branch to branch.

she sat on a branch and hid herself behind the leaves to cover herself. she spotted whatever was making the noise.

it was y/n. she was hanging upside down with her legs hooked over a branch on a separate tree.

she was examining a flower, taking apart its many petals.

neytiri sighs out and reveals herself to go up to her.

neytiri had always admired her. the one thing she knew they had in common was their shyness.

but y/n’s shyness causes her to only have a handful of friends. not even a handful, maybe four at best.

but she always had a certain fondness for her. she was kind and so one with nature.

neytiri didn’t realize that what she was feeling wasn’t anything close to casual or platonic.

“y/n!” mo’at called out in na’vi.

y/n swung over the branch to sit upright. she looked to the floor and saw mo’at standing with her hands on her hips. y/n hopped up on her feet, ready to jump down,

“do you have the flower i asked you for?” mo’at asked as she climbed down the tree.

“yes. is this enough petals?” she asked. mo’at looks at the petals in y/n’s palms and huffs.

“these will have to do. come.” they began to make their way back to the village to continue her tsahik training.

neytiri watched before leaving to hunt an actual animal.

when she was done, she headed back home to rest. as she made it to hometree, she kept her eyes down as she walked.

not paying attention to her surroundings, she bumped into someone. she looks up for a moment.

“i’m sorry, i- oh. y/n! hi.” she smiled.

“hi, neytiri.” y/n nodded.

“how are you? i saw you this afternoon with my mother, in the forest. how is the training?” she asked, holding her bow in front of her. she gripped the handle nervously while her tail swayed slowly side-to-side.

“uh, it’s going okay. excuse me, i have to…” y/n quickly moves away and walked away from neytiri, muttering to herself to calm down.

“she’s just a friend, she’s just a friend, she doesn’t like you, calm down, calm down…” she muttered rapidly.

neytiri watched and huffed. she’s always wanted to be friends with her but y/n never seemed to have any interest in her, at least in her eyes.

she sighed and decided to just get some sleep.

the next morning, she went out again.

“does she not like me? maybe i should work on how my face looks when it’s relaxed.” neytiri muttered as she filled a woven bag full of fruits.

“am i too mean? or maybe i said something to offend her.” she muttered.

her ears twitched in a certain direction when she heard boys howling with laughter.

she looks up and around her and doesn’t see anything. neytiri watches the still forest around her until she hears the boys again.

she dropped her bag and swiftly snuck over and under branches, until she reached a group of boys who were grouped together in front of the trunk of a tree.

one of them had their hands on the tree and was leaning against it, the other hand on his hip.

the other two were laughing with their arms crossed.

she rolled her eyes at them. “why is a tree so funny to them? they must be on something.” she mumbled to herself.

it wasn’t until one of them moved out of the way that she saw y/n with her back glued to the tree, gripping her woven purse in her arms.

“come on, we just wanna see it.” one of them laughed tauntingly.

they kept trying to take the beg from her but she was holding on to it for dear life.

neytiri watched as her lips started moving but no sound was coming out. she

“hey! get away from her!” neytiri snapped, her hand floating over her dagger.

“what do you- oh, it’s neytiri.” one of them said, his face going straight from cocky to horrified.

“come here, y/n.“ neytiri said calmly. y/n watches the bugs around her before quickly running to stand behind neytiri.

“get away from here. And don’t let me catch you near her again.” she yelled as the boys quickly ran away back to the village.

she waited until they were out of sight to check on y/n.

“are you okay? did they hurt you?” she asked y/n, examining her arms and face and searching for any bruises or scratches.

“oh, no. i’m okay. thank you, neytiri.” y/n said. neytiri moved a braid from y/n’s face and tucked it behind her pointed ear.

“what did they want? why didn’t you say anything?” she asked her.

“uhm..” y/n was distracted by neytiri’s face to answer. she suddenly was brought back to reality when she realized how close the two were.

“i found this baby nantang. and i couldn’t find its family, so i was going to put it here until the mother came. but then those boys came over and wanted to take it to eat it.” she explained sheepishly.

“let me see.” neytiri said. y/n nodded and opened up her bag before carefully lifting up the baby viper wolf that was soundly sleeping.

“is it injured?” she asked.

“no. but i am worried she will starve or thirst to death if the mother doesn’t find her.” y/n said as she stared at the sleeping baby.

they suddenly heard a growling sound come from a few feet away.

the girls quickly but gently placed the baby on the floor by the trunk of the tree and continued to run to another tree.

they climbed up the branches until they reached a sturdy one, one that was out of the animals view.

they watched as the mother wolf found the sun and carried it away. the girls let out sighs of relief.

they climbed down the tree again and neytiri checked on y/n again.

“let me take you back to the village. i feel better knowing you’re safe and away from those boys.” she offered.

“uh.. no that is okay, neytiri.” y/n said softly.

she started to turn and make her own way to the village but neytiri grabbed her hand to stop her.

“wait. you seem upset with me. are you okay?” she asked her.

y/n looked up at her with wide eyes full of confusion.

“what do you mean? of course i’m not.” she said.

“but it seems like you are. like you don’t like me.”

“what?! no! no-“ y/n expected that to come out louder than she wanted it to.

“did i say something? or do something? sometimes i say stuff that is offensive but i don’t remember saying anything to you.” she said quickly.

“no. no, it isn’t anything like that. uhm..” y/n scratches the back of her neck nervously.

“uh..” she then rubs her palms together.

then the back of neytiri’s hand slaps against y/n’s forehead. she then flips over to her palm as y/n stares in confusion.

“what are you doing.”

“are you sick? you’re sweaty and hot.” neytiri said as her hand went to cup y/n’s cheek.

y/n had to take it off before her cheek set on fire. she held neytiri’s hand and stared up at her.

“i like you.” y/n stuttered and struggled to say those three words but they made neytiri’s heart jump out of her chest.

“i like you a lot. ever since i have known you.” she said softly.

“you do? i thought you hated me.” neytiri smiled, laughing a bit.

“i could never hate you. you are the best girl i have ever known. you’re kind and caring. i have always been so shy around you because you’re so cool and intimidating that i never know what to say to you.” she said.

neytiri’s small smile grew wider. “i like you too, y/n.”

y/n sighed out in relief, finally having told her. and knowing the feelings were mutual.

“y/n!” mo’at called out, her voice thundering.

she seethed. “i forgot i had a lesson with mo’at- uh your mom.. uh i have to go.” she said rapidly.

she started to walk away but stopped. she turned and kissed neytiri. her eyes widened but she melted into the kiss just after a second.

they pull away from each other and neytiri was smiling.

“i’ll see you later.” y/n muttered before walking away.

neytiri watched her walk away and was blushing the entire way back home.

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meraxesmoon · 1 year

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Yandere Alicent Hightower HCs

note: she slays

warnings: yandere content, afab darling bc alicent is a lesbian in my mind, darling is described as nyra's younger sister, darling is also described as sickly, this is technically stepc3st I realized, oops, autistic helaena <3, alicent is manipulative, show alicent is so queer coded it kills me,

Young! Alicent

♡ Alicent, who has no one after marrying Viserys. Rhaenyra feels betrayed by her for marrying her father, despite it not being her fault, and Alicent is left with no one at her side as she goes through what must be the most traumatizing moment of her life. She feels lonely, and she slowly becomes close with Viserys' younger daughter. Rhaenyra's sickly sister is often in the nursery tending to little Aegon, happily spending time with her new brother.

♤ Alicent feels hesitant approaching her, not because the younger Targaryen princess is unkind, but because Alicent fears that she may hate her just as she thinks Rhaenyra does. However, this is not the case, and the two develop a sweet sort of relationship. (Name) is very sweet and caring towards Alicent, and often helps her develop a better relationship with her son, knowing that because of Alicent's age she may be having a hard time at being much of a mother to him.

♡ She's also there when Alicent birthes her first and only daughter, Helaena.

"She will be quite the special one, Your Grace."

♤ Alicent becomes heavily attached to her new white-haired companion and demands her attention constantly, especially when she's becoming overwhelmed with her father's demands. She cries into (Name)'s shoulder some nights when she thinks about how her sweet daughter seems so odd, how Helaena cries constantly. Alicent begins to worry that Helaena does not like her and that she's a horrible mother.

♡ Alicent receives praise and mercy in the form of her darling princess, and her once purely platonic affection develops into something more. Alicent, however, is extremely religious and has been taught that these feelings are wrong. She has a hard time with herself but never takes out these frustrations on her darling.

♤ Sometimes, when it's just her and (Name) alone with her children, Alicent likes to imagine that it's their children. These are the types of innocent daydreams that Alicent has. She just wants to have a peaceful life with her children and her princess. Alicent wants to forget about the pressure that will come once her husband passes, and Rhaenyra ascends the throne. She wants to forget everything and just stay in her darlings loving embrace.

♡ Young Alicent is very pure, and her fantasies are almost childlike, sweet.

Older! Alicent

♡ On the other hand, there is the Queen. She's been through too much but has gotten used to her title. As such, Alicent has put a permanent stop to any betrothals Viserys had set up for her darling. Alicent, in her older age, gets increasingly possessive of her darling. I like the idea of a sickly darling so much because it would give Alicent more standing when it comes to decisions like whether they would be able to marry or not.

♤ Alicent, who likes to keep her darling princess close. Her children are no longer small, and with Daeron not around, she feels as though she has more time for herself as of late. She likes to spend her time listening to any stories (Name) may have to tell, despite them not having much of a life due to being locked up in the Red Keep. Alicent knows that it's wrong of her, but just hearing her darlings voice makes her feel giddy and warm.

♡ She knows that her darling adores their older sister, Rhaenyra, she wasn't called the Realm's Delight for no reason, after all. Rhaenyra loves her siblings. However, she's especially close to Alicent's darling, and this often leaves the Queen to feel rather insecure and bitter. It really depends on her mood, though. Alicent knows that it's wrong of her to put herself in between the two of them, so she's left to watch bitterly from a distance.

♤ Of course, things change drastically after the incident, leaving them with the loss of Rhaenyra's presence. With the heiress away from Kings Landing, Alicent has more peace than she's had in years, not counting Aemond's chronic eye pain and Aegon's incessant drinking. She panics a little, her darling wanting to go to Dragonstone to see their older sister.

♡ Alicent knows that this will realistically never happen, Viserys wouldn't allow it. (Name) was too sickly and delicate. They were not permitted to leave the castle, never mind Kings Landing. However, it still makes her worry. Rhaenyra was well-known for just riding Syrax when she wanted to go somewhere.

♤ Alicent spends plenty of time babying her darling after they have a particular fit, letting them know that their precious older sister wouldn't wish to see them in such a state.

♡ Older Alicent is devious, but she means well. She tries to hold back those less than holy thoughts that seem to push against her every moral, but she can feel herself slipping ever so slowly. These impulsive thoughts get worse throughout the years, and her babying of her darling continues until the next time Rhaenyra comes to Kings Landing.

♤ Imagine how horrified she is seeing her poor little sister being coddled like a small child by Alicent.

i want her baby me 🤧

#yandere alicent hightower #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #yandere asoiaf #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere #kay writes #rhxegal

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alexissara · 6 months

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Diving into Heather Fire Emblem

So Heather Fire Emblem Radiant Dawn is a character with very little screen time but as Fire Emblem's first 100% canon lesbian she has always had a special place in my heart even before I was out or really looking for representation I was drawn to this woman and her affection for other women. Today, I want to dive into her character, my reading of her and why I think she is a really great character who has potential to be a truly amazing character if she was ever given the spotlight and focus she deserves in some kind of Remake.

Heather is a poor woman, raised in the rural areas of Crimea which of the Beroc [This world's humans] nations is one of the more peace loving but least wealthy nations. Heather has a sickly mother at home, one who she cares for deeply. In her caring for her mother her job a thief has a strict purpose, bring money home for mom, take care of her, even if you have to get into riskier situations to get that money. It is in her mother's illness that Heather knows she must go out boldly and runs into the events of Fire Emblem Radiant Dawn.

If she dies she cries “Mother... Forgive me... I...lied... I stole... And this...is my punishment...” showing her mother doesn't know how she cares of her or the lengths she goes to to tend to her mother lying about how she makes the living for the pair of them. This speaks to a core element of the character, she is a soft hearted woman, she cares for her mother a lot and would do anything for her and she learned that in this world she needed to lie and steal to survive. Heather is a compassionate survivor who wears the masks she needs to wear in order to make it in the world.

As mentioned earlier one of the most notable things about Heather is her position as Fire Emblem's first canon lesbian a positioned she would be alone in until Fire Emblem Three Hope's Monica entered the screen 15 years later. This means something in her own world as well though, while the land of Tellius more certainly seems a little more inclusive in terms of women's places in society that does not mean queerness has been elevated into being a norm. For the most part we don't know much about queerness in the continent of Tellius we see through Heather that there is still heteronormative expectations at work for common women. Kyza's supports also imply at least a small pressure for people to be a bit more private about their sexuaity and gender.

Heather is hit on by men and likely has been hit on by men as a fairly traditionally attractive, unmarried adult woman for some time. She learned how to manipulate men into getting meals and other things from them outside of just robbing them but her manipulation is totally harmless, it is men doing things for the expectation of something Heather has never promised or even implied, simply a man's expectations for women. We know Heather has no history of abuse from an interview question where it was also affirmed she is simply a lesbian, that is just her nature and that she was never abused. So this kindness comes not from a place of trauma but in a place of solidarity with other women. We can see that the harassment of men is a factor for her though from her ability in the fire emblem TCG "Buffoonish men are in for a thrashing!" which shows how much she is just done with men being an asshole to her.

Unlike the men of the world her love for women comes with no expectation that they'll romance her, she likely thinks she is the only woman who likes other women, that she will be alone in her desires. So she simply works to make pretty women happy, content to give them a small flirt and a gift then leave them to do their own thing. Just getting to see a pretty woman is what she wants from a desire to see Princess Elenica and see if she lives up to the stories to wanting to help women like Nepheene and Illyana. She knows both that her taking care of her mother most come first but also that she's unlikely to be able to meet another woman to love.

I don't think it's an accident that the two women we see her be most into are bother fellow commoners when you look at Heather a a woman who is focused on solidarity between women. Heather's mechanics in Fire Emblem Cipher tend to lean on her attraction to women as well having women based abilities. In fact one of her abilities is called "For the smiles of girls!" showing that what she is doing is simply to see another woman smile. The end goal isn't marriage, isn't sex, isn't a relationship but just to see other women smile. This places her as a woman who is deeply rooted in community with other women and solidarity with them.

All of this comes from so little in the game and card game but I think together it paints a picture of an extremally kind woman with a roughish slant. She can be a scoundrel but only to people who deserve it and she is willing to steal and blackmail but it's always for a woman who is in need. At the end of the game Heather returns home to her mother, she lies and says she won't go be a thief again but she makes sure her mother is taken care of for the rest of her mother's life. She has no paired endings and is left alone at the end of it, proving that her own assumption is correct that she wouldn't find love so instead she would settle for smiles.

I want the best for Heather and I wish her love with many women. In my head she has a nice polycule to go see and helps nurse her mom to good health but regardless I think she has so much potential that was not explored thanks to Radiant Dawns bad support system and in general just being a minor character in a very massive cast. I love her and I hope I showed a bit of what draws me to her and why I think she is so special. If you enjoyed and want more, let me know and maybe I'll do more character deep dives. And of course Patreon and Ko-fi are always great ways to support me slash get me to do what you want.

Little ending note here, I wrote this before Heather got announced for FEH! I am so excited and I will totally be listening to her voice lines and stuff and seeing if there is any more gold about her, maybe I'll update this if they have something I feel adds to my reading but as it looks like now it's same old lesbian Heather being gay for Nephenee and women in general.

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ᖭ༏ᖫ Knives and Pens ᖭ༏ᖫ

Ellie x Female Reader

MDI 18+

Word count: 5836 (14 pages)

A.N: This is my first fic. Takes place within the TLOU2 universe, with some slight changes.

Any songs used in this story were released prior to Breakout Day; September 26th, 2013.

Warnings for this episode: angst, cursing, violence, gore, nudity, lesbian sexualism/erotica, mentions of murder, pregnancy trauma.

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Name: Aria Rose

You have been trained at a very young age to be a doctor at the Buffalo QZ in New York, following your mother's footsteps. At 16, your mother passed away and it encouraged you to escape into Canada and head West. You stayed in a settlement called 'Orion' in Alberta, Canada where you grew into a proficient neonatal surgeon. Even though you mainly focused on mothers-to-be and infants, you were also well versed in neuro as that was your mother’s specialty.

At 20, you were tasked with a mission to deliver a pregnant 18 year old across the border to a settlement in Jackson, Wyoming where her remaining family stayed. It was discussed between the two settlements that you would also come to Jackson and teach new doctors as you have done in the Orion settlement in Alberta.

When you reach the border of Wyoming located on the map, we will have three of our own to escort you the rest of the way. -Maria

Episode 1: Entering Wyoming

You and a small group from Alberta have made it down through Montana. This is where things get tricky; you were 10 miles away from the border and had to bring Hannah, the pregnant 18 year old, there alone for the rest of the way.

"This is where we leave you," one of the men said while taking out some extra ammo and handing it to you, "When you reach the border they will inspect you for infection. Good luck out there."

You nod at the men and thank them. Hannah, who is wearing an oversized black T-shirt looks over at you with doe eyes and she grips her pistol with two hands. She's 8 months pregnant and it shows. This whole trip has been on foot and you know how tired she must be.

Hannah watches the three men walk back and you slide your beige backpack off. "Here eat this for energy," you say and hand her your last granola square that you made for the trip. "If we keep a steady pace we can be there in about 2 and-a-half to 3 hours." You smile at her encouragingly. She sheepishly smiles back.

The sun was still high in the sky. There were about 5 encounters with infected thus far and you had handled it with the team, but now it was just the two of you. Two hours had gone by walking through a forest. You take Hannah's hand to help guide her through the bushes and over large tree roots. That's when you heard it.

You and Hannah froze. Was it a click? The sound started then stopped. No. "Get down and watch your back, there's a Stalker.."

When there’s one, there’s usually more when it comes to Stalkers. Your pistol was ready and you scanned the area for any movement. You two continued to walk forward slowly. You grabbed a good sized rock and threw it at a tree where it broke on impact.

It was early spring, but the green vegetation was high enough to cover the three crawling Stalkers going towards the tree. They haven't spotted you or Hannah in the tall ferns and bushes. You both aimed and took out two. The third one screamed and ran behind the tree. You stayed low, crouching and going towards it. Then an unexpected scream came from behind. Two more Stalkers running towards you and Hannah. You two shot and killed one. The other was still coming in fast and the other emerged from out of the tree. "Fuck Hannah run!"

She sprinted ahead of you. You needed to create more space between you and them to attack. Then you saw a clearing of tall grass. You two emerged out of the forest and ducked into the field. "Stay behind me." you looked over at Hannah who was out of breath and on her knees. You looked back at the forest and got your pistol ready and flung open your knife.

One Stalker emerged screaming as it dove towards you. You shot it in the fucking head and it dies mid air. The second emerges and you miss, shooting it in the shoulder. It grabs you and before you can stab it, a distant shot goes right through its head and it falls to the ground.

"That.. wasn't me.." Hannah says through breaths. You turn around and see three figures at the end of the field.

The grass almost reaches your waist when you stand. The sun is lower and the sky starts to become orange. You take Hannah's arm and put it around your shoulder. You sigh in relief, "We made it."

You walk to the end of the field while carrying Hannah. The three figures turn out to be two grown men and a girl around your age.

"Stalkers huh?" the brunette man says with a southern twang.

You start to move Hannah's arm off your shoulder so she can rest on the ground. "Yeah." You aren't much for words with strangers, especially after the adventure you just endured.

"Last one was a sonofabitch, I saw you going for your knife but I figured I give ya a friendly hello." The other man says, also with a southern accent. He's holding a sniper. "Sorry about all the blood on you though."

You looked down and didn't realize the amount of blood that was on your gray tank and arms. It was splattered on your face too. "Well this is the friendliest hello I've ever gotten."

"Heh- Well I'm Tommy and this is my brother Joel and this," looking towards the dark auburn haired girl, "is Ellie."

You looked over at Ellie, she wore her short hair half up and was wearing a black T-shirt. A strand of hair framed her face. She was unexpectedly pretty. Your eyes tried to scan her face from a distance. She must have been either in as much awe of you as you were of her, or terrified of the amount of blood on your face, because she only managed to blink at you.

As a doctor, and a young one at that, your personal life suffered. You kept friends to a minimum and mainly interacted with colleagues. You managed to have blips of relationships with women back in Alberta- nothing that stuck. The only real relationship you have ever had was when you were 16. You escaped the Buffalo QZ with your best friend, Emily. Your mother had died under mysterious circumstances due to her affiliations with the Fireflies, but before her passing, she had given you hope. A light that flew around you in the dark and illuminated a path to head west. During your journey across Canada, your relationship with Emily became romantic. For 2 short, passionate months, it was bliss. It all ended when she saved you from a hoard. She was bit and still fought off the infected. After a final goodbye, you gave her the ultimate act of mercy and shot her in the head. Your light went out. That is how you made it to Alberta; a shell of your former self. You dove into your studies and teaching and helping the settlement. Distancing yourself from others made you a stronger doctor, but in reality you couldn't become the unshakable stone that you wanted to be, you were just good at hiding the hurt. Now 20 years old, a successful doctor, and traveling back to the states, the flicker of hope was coming back. Hannah was one of those few friends that knew of your sexuality and the only one you told about Emily. Hannah was an open bisexual and had many relationships. She was your opposite and often encouraged you to keep looking for "amour"(love).

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you snapped back into reality. "I'm Dr. Aria Rose and this is Hannah Moore, she needs food and rest," You directed your attention back to Hannah, your patient- your friend- the only person who you should be concerned for.

"The sun is going down, we'll check if you're clean, then we can make our way back to camp. We'll reach Jackson tomorrow by noon," Joel says.

You help Hannah up to her feet and she continues to hold your hand as Joel comes over to her. She eyes him with scared, blue doe eyes and stiffens up a bit. Joel notices and pauses.

"Ça va aller," (It’ll be okay) you say to her softly and squeeze her hand. You brushed up on some French while being in Alberta. Hannah was a native to Quebec and spoke French fluently, she also needed a lot of encouragement. She looks back at you for reassurance and lets go of your hand to let Joel inspect her.

Joel looks back at Ellie and nods her over to inspect you. You remove your backpack and feel the fatigue in your shoulders. You roll back your shoulders and watch Ellie come over to you, her eyes already inspecting you. You suddenly felt small under her gaze as her eyes traveled down your jeans to your black combat boots with red laces. You held your head low to let the few wispy hairs fall over your splattered face. A failed attempt to hide.

She stood next to you and there was a tattoo on her right arm. Your chest rose as you took a breath of... anticipation? She stood at your right and your eyes flashed up to examine her face; her green, almost hazel eyes were looking down at your body. You were like a cat; curious, unexpecting agile, in your movements and in your thoughts. You were captivated by her. You wanted to hide your interest but like a cat, you couldn't hold in your purring.

Her eyes traced up to your face and was surprised when she caught you staring. Freckles danced across her face, a split eyebrow, pouty lips- dry. Your eyes lingered on her lips, then back up to her wide green eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Her eyebrows unconsciously twitched in response to your quiet acknowledgement of her. Her eyelids descended and she was now examining- no searching your face for... something?

"She's clean," Joel concludes after walking around Hannah. Ellie snaps back and scratches her left ear with her tattooed arm. A fern and a moth. She walks around you in the same fashion. Your brunette hair was in a low ponytail. Your locks cascaded down to the small of your back.

"Clean." Her voice was low, velvety.

"Good let's head to camp and don't worry Hannah, we have horses," Joel smiles politely. Hannah grins in relief and takes your arm. She was younger than you and hung onto you like a child, but she knew how to fight and you admired that. You hated to admit it but your motherly instincts were kicking in for her, especially after everything she's been through. You convinced yourself that your protective nature will keep her alive.

Tommy leads the three horses out to the field. Hannah is ecstatic and leads you to the horses. You feel eyes on your back. Your body felt like it was shaking at a molecular level, luckily nothing that can be seen from the naked eye. "I'll lead, Hannah, you'll ride with Joel, Aria, you'll be with Ellie."

You turn to walk over to Ellie who is already petting a brown horse, "Hey Shimmer," she gets on her saddle and extends out a hand to you. You look up and give her smile, taking her hand. She flexes her arm to keep you stable as you get on. You reached past her backpack and held on to her waist. She straightened herself up in response and took hold of the rein. You could smell a small scent of pine coming from her. You did a terrible job of hiding your attraction earlier, which was incredibly reckless on your part, but it was as if you couldn't hold yourself back. Did she pick up on that? Now you were just breathing in her scent like it was a fine delicacy that you had to savor.

Joel leads his horse to turn around and look back at Ellie. "All set?" Ellie nods. Hannah took this opportunity to look Ellie up and down, making it very obvious she was checking her out. Hannah looks back at you encouragingly with a sly smile, "Elle est jolie," (She is pretty).

"Ça suffit!" (That’s enough!) you quickly meow out her, hiding your embarrassment. Hannah responds by laughing.

"Am I going to have to learn French to figure out what you two are saying?" Joel teases.

"Half of what she says is nonsense anyways, I wouldn't say it's worth it," you chimed back. Ellie chuckles at this.

"But you love it," Hannah had a bad tendency of openly flirting with you for fun, as friends do.

"Hm sounds like someone I know," Joel looks over at Ellie.

"Okay easy there old man," She rolls her eyes and smiles.

Joel holds his palms open in defense, "I'm just sayin'."

"Alright, let's go down this way," Tommy leads the way.

The horses were moving and you grip Ellie's waist a little tighter.

"Uh you okay back there?" Ellie turns her head to ask.

"Y-yeah, I've just never been on a horse before. It's kind-a-cool," very smooth.

"You don't have horses in Canada?"

"Limited amount and they're reserved for certain people or missions," You bit your lip in discouragement.

"Well in Jackson there's plenty of horses, and you'll probably be given your own considering you're a doctor," your hands relax from their grip and you smile. "I can show you some pointers on Shimmer when we get to Jackson, she's pretty tame and takes to strangers easily.. if you want."

"Oh, yeah I would like that," you say quietly. You curse yourself in your head for blushing. You look up at the lavender mountains in the distance.

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Song: Bloom - Artist: The Paper Kites - Released: 2011

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A small neighborhood was now coming into view. There were large pot holes in the street and Ellie held her arm out to be a buffer for you as she maneuvered through.

"Small jump ahead," Tommy calls out.

"Hold on tight," Ellie grips the rein again with both hands.

"Okay," you wrap your arms tighter around her waist. Her stomach was toned and moved with every sway and jolt from Shimmer.

Tommy jumped over the break in the road followed by Joel and Hannah. Looked easy enough.

"Here goes," Ellie has a running start and Shimmer jumps. You go slightly airborne and you hang on tighter. Ellie instinctively takes an arm to hold onto yours that are clasped around her. Shimmer lands successfully and your bottom bounces back on her.

"Ah, my ass," you complain. Ellie laughs a bit. "Well I'm happy one of us is laughing, but I'm not trained in antigravity" you say smugly.

"Oh yeah? So no trips to the moon any time soon?"

She was joking with you and you were always up for a good cheesy joke. You consider what she said for a moment. "I'd take a one-way ticket there if I could.. It’s a good place for an introverted outcast like myself. You can say.. I'm kinda out of this world," you can't see it but you feel her grin at this.

Ellie's interest peaked. Even though you weren't sure in what way.

Her arm was still on yours, "An Outcast huh? Are you an alien or something?" she attempts to look back at you again with a raised eyebrow.

"It can feel that way," you responded in a lower tone. Ellie paused her line of questioning. Without you knowing, she slipped into her own mind where she stood on the cold, gray moon, watching the earth turn. She understood exactly what you meant.

You guys finally made it to the camp. Ellie had held your hand to help you off Shimmer. It was rough; calluses. "Thanks," you said, suddenly feeling shy. Despite this, you still push yourself to look up at her. She gives you a charming side smile and a nod.

The camp was a house that was set up with running water and electricity, unlike the surrounding houses. Food and medical supplies were stashed inside in a safe. There were four bedrooms, each with fresh linens and portable heaters. The horses were placed in the garage.

It was dusk and the air had a chill. You wasted no time in hoping in the shower after checking on Hannah and getting her settled with a bowl of soup in the kitchen. The water was lukewarm and you watched the blood wash off and go down the drain.

"When you're lost in the darkness, look for the light."

"Mom.." You think back to your mother sitting at the kitchen table reading over smuggled letters from other Fireflies. You replay that night in your head like a video cassette tape trying to find the missing details. "What am I missing?" you whisper to yourself.

The water starts to run clear. You stare down for a while and let your mind go blank.

You focus on the water hitting your chest and gliding down your torso. You imagine it to be more than what it was, and like that, your arousal starts. Your hands start to trace your neck, then down to cup your breast.

"Like this baby?" you hear a faint echo of Emily’s voice whispering in your ear. You start to massage your breast.

"You okay back there?" Suddenly, Ellie's voice projected louder in your head, repeating what she had said earlier. Her voice was embellished though, drawled out and huskier. "Oh yeah?...." You bit your lip, grabbing hold of your nipples, and started to sway your hips back and forth.

After about 30 seconds of doing this you caught yourself. 'What the fuck am I doing?' you shake off the arousal the best you could before shutting the water off. You couldn't afford to get sloppy, you needed to be the doctor your mother needed you to be. Ellie was new, beautiful, but the high will pass.

Your beige backpack was stiff on the tiled floor, filled with a few pieces of clothes, weapons, ammo, and mostly personal belongings. Not the smartest thing to do usually, but you were moving and would probably not be back to Alberta in a couple years, or if ever. Luckily, Hannah was fine with filling her backpack with emergency medical supplies. Your backpack was adorned with a medic cross patch and a small wooden buffalo keychain hanging off the small front pocket.

You put on a new set of jeans with a black long sleeve and tied up for red laces. Your hair was down and damp, hovering over the small of your back. You were considering cutting it when you got to Jackson. You grabbed your bag and exited the bathroom.

"Hey uh, Doctor Rose, we have some soup here for you," Tommy calls from the living room. You walk down the hall to see him sitting on the couch setting up a blanket. Joel comes in from the front porch, holding a mug and bringing it to the kitchen.

"Aria, you can call me Aria."

"Aria," Tommy nods with a smile, "well Hannah’s upstairs, there's a room across from her's, figured you'd wanna stay close by," he reclines.

"Thank you," you rub your arms from the cool breeze coming from the open front door. You walk into the kitchen and start to nibble at the chunky vegetables in the soup on the table.

Joel washes his mug and puts it on the drying rack before turning around. "You're pretty young for a doctor," he starts, making his way to lean on the counter almost across from you, "How old are you? If you don't mind me askin'."

You hear Tommy scoff at this. "You're not supposed to ask a lady her age! Not very gentleman-like," he teases.

You couldn't help but smile at the brotherly bickering. Joel looks sore sorry for asking and scratches his head. "I just turned 20, and yes I am the youngest neonatologist and surgeon that I know, everyone else in my field is at least 8 years my senior."

You were sitting at the table by a window, a thick curtain was drawn, but you could still feel a draft. You used the tip of your fingers to open the curtain slightly and peek out the window. A chunk of glass was broken off and you were looking at the back of a half up bun and Ellie's left ear. She was sitting out on the porch with a lamp. You gasped and closed the curtain. You were certain that this fine lady might be eavesdropping in on you. Thank the Lord the kitchen was dimly lit otherwise Joel would have seen the very obvious blush running across your face.

"How does someone as young as you become a surgeon?" You look back to Joel. He had this way about him that you picked up on. He had rough hands, a sad eye, and a stern voice, but when he spoke, his demeanor would shift, he became softer.

"My mother was a surgeon, so I was trained at a young age."

"Was that in Orion?"

"No, Buffalo."

"Up in New York? So you're American?"

"Yeah, are you familiar with the Buffalo QZ?"

Joel scratches his beard at this, "Yeah you can say that."

Ellie watches Joel go inside after his cup of coffee. She takes her journal from her backpack and starts to scribble away in her journal on the porch bench. She sat with legs criss-crossed and close to the kerosine lamp.

One way ticket to the moon,No one's home,Where do you go?When you're all alone.

She wipes her left hand on her thigh and rests her head on her other hand on the arm rest. She stares at the page. She flashes back to earlier in the day; Brown eyes looking up at her lips, her face, half lidded, feral.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, "..Fuck."

She slams her journal closed, she knew once she starts getting lost in thought, it would be hard to calm back down. The truth was, you peaked her interest in more ways than one, and it was something she thought she wouldn’t be able to handle, again. Not after the rejection she received from her first and only crush since arriving in Jackson.

She looks out into the darkness, her brows furrowed, eyes dark. Her chest rose with every deep breath she took to calm herself.

“Hey uh, Doctor Rose, we have some soup here for you," Tommy calls out from inside. Ellie listens through the broken window as Joel starts talking to you. She finds out that you're a year older than her and some kind of prodigy. She thinks it sounds lonely.

"It can feel that way." She remembers what you said earlier.

"Yeah, are you familiar with the Buffalo QZ?" you ask.

"Yeah you can say that," Joel responds.

Ellie starts to get annoyed at Joel for asking so many damn questions, but thinks she got away with learning more about you.

She stuffs her journal in her backpack, gets up, and takes the lamp to go inside.

You hear the front door close. Ellie walks in the kitchen and places the lamp on the kitchen island and shoots a look at Joel.

"Yeah okay I'm goin' bed," he concludes walking off to the stairwell, "Good night."

You smile at him before he leaves the kitchen. Tommy is already snoring.

“G’night,” she says dryly.

She stands at the kitchen island not facing you, waiting for something. You start to nibble back at your soup watching her.

Then footsteps. She waited until Joel was going upstairs before turning around and scratching her neck. Out of all the jokes today, you found this to be the funniest thing.

"So," you start to nibble on a piece of carrot, "is he your dad?"

"Joel? No," she walks to the table and takes the seat to your side facing the covered window.

"But he's like a father to you," you side eye her.

"Yeah you can say that," she tilts her head and looks up at you, smirking. "We both came from Boston QZ a couple years ago."

"What made you guys leave?"

"Uh.. hunger mostly, there was a lot of corruption, people getting killed everyday, asshole teachers... but Tommy was already out here with Maria, they’re married, so Joel and I left," Ellie fiddled with her fingers on her lap then smiled back up to you. She was a bit nervous.

"Sounds similar to Buffalo," you got up to clean your bowl, "my mother was a surgeon so we were high up on the food chain, didn't need to worry too much about starving.. until we had to."

Ellie got up and sat on the counter next to you while you washed your bowl. "What happened?"

You had a dry swallow, "My mother was killed," you turned the water off and patted your hands dry.

"I'm sorry," she regretted asking.

"It's okay, she died for what she believed in.." You stood there by the sink, "that's when my best friend and I escaped into Canada, I was 16."

"Hannah?" Ellie had a concerned look on her face as she tried to figure you out.

"No, uh, her name was Emily," your voice had turned into a whisper. You bit down on your lip and regretted even saying her name. For the first time today, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. You couldn't even cry for your dead girlfriend.

Ellie hops off the counter, "Hey I uh, I'm sorry for prying," she's playing with her fingers again.

You smiled and shook your head, "It's okay hun, I'm stronger than you think." You finally looked up and she seemed a bit frozen. Even in the dimly lit kitchen, her eyes looked like they were sparkling, again you couldn't tell if in awe or concern.

You grabbed her bicep tenderly and couldn't help yourself from laughing, "Seriously, I'm fine," you reassured. Ellie gave a shaky breath and smiled back. You made her nervous and this was enough confirmation for you that it was both.

Ellie continued to smile but looked away to the kitchen table, "We should probably go to bed," and then looked back down at you.

"Yea okay," you said tenderly before smiling and walking away.

Ellie stood there for a moment watching you head over to the table. She bit her lip, “Damn.” she whispers.

As you go to reach for your bag, you hear Hannah scream in horror, “Oh my gawd, Aria!”

“Hannah!” you respond, running up stairs.

You swing open her door. She was in the bed in shock and crying. “I-I-I don’t know what happened!” You walk over and lift the blanket. Everyone runs in the room.

Joel grips a pistol, “What’s goin’ on?”

You see the amount of blood coming out of Hannah; she was bleeding through her pants. “When did you fall?” you assume sternly still scanning her.

“What? I don’t know, um earlier… Before we left our troop, there were runners and I was pushed out of the way,” Hannah says defeatedly, “I just started feeling contractions right now and I thought my water broke but-” Hannah lifts her hands to show them covered in blood.

“Shit,” Tommy whispers.

“Your placenta detached. It’s causing the bleeding. I need to perform a C-section.” you say removing the bloodied blankets. “I need rags and a bucket of warm water,” you say looking at Joel. He puts the pistol away and runs out the room. “Tommy, a blanket for when the baby is out,” he runs out. You turn to look at Ellie who is already looking at you, “ I need your help to hold Hannah as I inject the epidural. After that, I need you three to stay out of the room, I’ll call you if I need anything else.” Ellie nods.

“No! it’s too soon Aria, it’s a few weeks early, I can’t do this!” Hannah takes hold of your arm and pleads with you.

You lean down to her level, “I have to do this, the detached placenta can not only kill your baby, but you as well. Let me do this and save you both,” Hannah looks up at Ellie, then back at you with doe eyes. “You’ve done all the work until this point Hannah, let me take care of the rest.”

Once Joel and Tommy dropped off the supplies and left the room, you laid Hannah down. You and Ellie placed a fresh blanket covering her. Hannah removed her top and bloodied bottoms which you tossed in a corner. “Okay lay on your side facing Ellie.” Hannah’s full figure went on its side, still covered in the white sheet. You open Hannah’s bag and retrieve a very large needle. “I’m going to inject the epidural, Ellie hold her steady by the shoulder,” Hannah was familiar with some of the procedures you did frequently when delivering babies, but she was still Hannah; young and pure of heart, sheltered by the settlement she grew up in.

Ellie holds Hannah in place. Hannah was nervous and her eyes brimmed with water as she looked up at Ellie, “‘Jolie,’ do you know what that means?” Ellie watches your hands mark where the epidural is to enter the spine. You’re wearing black gloves and using alcohol to clean the area.

“No, is it French?” she looks down at Hannah, her voice is almost a whisper.

Hannah gives an airy laugh, “Yes it’s French- it means pretty.” You pierce the needle through the skin and Hannah gasps.

“Oh yeah, I remember you saying it earlier on the horses. Were you making fun of Aria about the blood all over her face?” Ellie chuckles at this to help lighten the mood.

“Heh no, the truth is I’m good at reading Aria’s mind.. but then she told me to shut up,” she raises her eyebrows insinuatingly. Ellie smirks at her. You remove the needle and Ellie helps lay Hannah on her back.

“Thank you Ellie, I’ll call if I need anything else,” you say and turn to set up your tray for surgery.

“Okay I’ll be across the hall if you need anything.. Aria,” you hear Ellie leave the room.

You sigh, “You don’t have to do that you know.”

“I know, but she likes you I can tell, plus I have a pretty good gay-dar, aaand I talk when I'm nervous,” Hannah is still fighting off tears.

“I know, and you’re lucky you’re getting surgery otherwise I would have hog tied you and stuck a sock in your mouth,”

“Hah, so violent, but effective.”

Ellie waited in the room across the hall. She laid in the full size bed sprawled out. She already decided to stay up until you were done and told Joel and Tommy to get some rest. She didn’t feel tired and opted for journaling. She sat with her back against the headboard and got her journal back open. The moon was bright tonight and shined down on the bed. Ellie smiles to herself and starts to write:

French 101: Jolie = Pretty

“What are you doing kiddo,” Joel stands in the doorway.

“Nothin’, I thought you were going to sleep,” she closes the journal.

Joel walks over to look out the window where the moon light was bright. “I don’t know much about doing a surgery, but I know the risks are always high, especially in a place like this. This ain’t no hospital..”

Ellie watches him and touches her tattoo on instinct, feeling the uneven scarred skin underneath. She has tolerated him so far for the sake of the mission, but she still considered their relationship to be over. It was almost two years since she learned the truth about that night and the Fireflies. She had almost no contact with him for the first year, and now, she has just tolerated him when she had to. It was hard to completely ignore him, and at times she has glimpses of who they used to be.. But Ellie had succumbed to the final notion that she was completely, and utterly, useless. Her life meant something when she was on the operating table at Saint Mary’s Hospital.. then- nothing.. and she had no way of choosing herself when Joel shot his way through the Firefly hospital and killed the only possible people that could have ended the infection and saved the world. All this and then to be fed lies. She watched the earth spin slowly as she stood on the moon, watching it turn and crumble.

“I’m going to sleep,” Ellie was irritated and just needed him out of the room. Joel turns to look at her but she looks dead pan at the end of the bed just waiting for him to leave. Joel again gets the hint that he has invaded her space.

“Alright, goodnight,” he walks out.

20 minutes go by… 30… 40… She waits…

Then finally a call from the other room, and like a prayer, she is ready to answer your call, to be recognized, to be needed.

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Song: Dare You to Move - Artist: Switchfoot - Released: 2009

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Ellie hops out of the bed and opens the door- the sound of the soft cries of an infant baby is suddenly heard. There is a portable curtain rod holding up a teal medical curtain concealing Hannah. “Give me one second, baby is meeting her mommy,” you say from the otherside.

Hannah is crying as she has skin-to-skin, “Hello Sophie Aria Dubois.”

You walk out from behind the curtain holding a small newborn wrapped up in an equally small cloth. You’re wearing a mask but Ellie can see your eyes smiling as you hand her over Sophie. “Keep her warm and watch her breathing, let me know if there’s anything wrong, I’m going to close Hannah.”

“Woah,” Ellie was kind of amazed and looked back at the baby and back to you, “You did say that you were out of this world.”

END OF EPISODE 1

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