#as soon as they step away from their computer. you are not their mother they can and will do what they like

[naivety]

not to be an ass but if you're giving so much to fundraisers spread around on tumblr dot com that you're out of money that is a you problem. most are asking for single digit donations or a share for other people to decide if they want to do the same. if they are a scam, make sure you lose money you can stand to lose, and if not, 100 people who can afford to donate $5 each will add up real quick for someone who needs it and will absolutely not be a waste to anybody anywhere. if you have time and energy to research multiple fundraisers yourself, awesome, and if you don't, $1 or $5 or $10 is not going to kill you, unless it is, in which case, you can simply not donate! nobody has a gun to your head. ultimately it is your decision and your judgement call if that's something you can afford to spend, scam or otherwise, vetted yourself or otherwise, as a grown ass adult with functioning free will. it is not that complicated, next question.

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Mother's Love

This was a commission but I got permission to post it. It is probably the work that took me the longest to write because of how much research. It is very new concept to me and I don't know how well I portrayed it. Please let me know what you guys think.

Warning: Heavy Incest

You gazed longingly at the framed photo on your nightstand - your mother in her prime, radiant smile beaming at the camera. With a guilty pang, you reached for it, fingertips tracing her outline. You knew it was wrong but couldn't stop the flood of inappropriate thoughts.

Just then, a gentle knock at your bedroom door made you jump. "Honey, are you okay? You've been awfully quiet tonight," your mother's concerned voice said.

Hastily, you shoved the photo under your pillow. "I-I'm fine, Mom," you called back, voice cracking slightly. "Just tired from work."

"Alright, sweetie. Let me know if you need anything." Her footsteps retreated down the hall.

You let out a shaky breath, simultaneously relieved and disappointed that she hadn't come in. Retrieving the photo and pulling your pants back on you headed out.  To your surprise, the door wasn’t closed but you were happy that she hadn’t seen what you were doing. 

Hey Mom, what are you doing back home so soon? I thought you were meeting Auntie Yoona and Yuri today. 

“I was baby, but we decided to call it a day fast because I didn’t want to leave you home alone for so long,” Seohyun says. 

This wasn’t anything new for your mother as she has always been very protective of you but what you found much more weird was the fact that your mother hasn’t tried to hug you yet. She loved hugs and that’s the first thing she always did when she saw you. 

It was a little surprising because you also loved those hugs, using them as a chance to hold her curvy body in between your arms, feel her breasts squeeze up against you, and the scent of Vanilla from her hair. 

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should bring up the lack of a hug. But before you can say anything, Seohyun speaks again.

"Sweetie, why don't you come sit with me on the couch? We need to talk about something."

Her tone is serious, and you feel a twinge of anxiety in your stomach. You follow her to the living room, watching as she settles onto the sofa. She pats the spot next to her, and you sit down, noticing how she keeps a bit more distance between you than usual.

"What's going on, Mom?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

Seohyun takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours. "I've noticed what you were doing in your room earlier. I think we should address this."

Your heart races, and you feel a rush of heat on your face. You hadn't realized she'd seen anything. You try to swallow, but your mouth has gone dry.

"I... I don't know what you mean," you stammer, but even as the words leave your mouth, you know it's a feeble attempt at denial.

Seohyun's expression softens slightly, but her eyes remain serious. "Sweetie, I know this is uncomfortable, but we need to be honest with each other. I saw you looking at those pictures on your computer. The ones of... me."

Your stomach drops. You'd thought you were being so careful, always clearing your browser history, never leaving any traces. But somehow, she'd caught you.

"Mom, I can explain," you begin, but you're not sure how to continue. How do you explain the feelings you've been grappling with, the confusion and desire that have been tormenting you for months? How do you tell your mother that you've developed feelings for her that go far beyond what's appropriate?

Seohyun takes a step closer, and you instinctively back away until you feel the wall behind you. You're trapped, both physically and emotionally.

"Honey, I'm not angry," she says softly. "I'm just... concerned. And a little confused. Can you help me understand what's going on?"

You close your eyes, wishing you could disappear. But you know you can't avoid this conversation any longer. With a shaky breath, you open your eyes and meet her gaze but close them again.

"I don't know how it happened," you whisper. "I've tried to fight it, to ignore these feelings, but I can't. Mom, I... I think I'm in love with you."

Your eyes remain closed as you take a shaky breath, trying to find the right words. The silence stretches on, punctuated only by the pounding of your heart. 

"I... I don't know how to explain it," you finally manage. Your voice comes out as barely more than a whisper. "It's not something I chose or wanted. These feelings just... developed over time."

You open your eyes to see your mother's face etched with worry. She reaches out and gently touches your arm. The contact sends a jolt through you.

"When did this start?" Seohyun asks.

"I'm not sure exactly. Maybe a few months ago? At first, I tried to ignore it, to push the thoughts away. But they kept coming back stronger." 

You look down, unable to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know it's wrong. I've tried to get rid of them but no matter what I tried, I always ended up back where I started. 

You feel your mother's hand gently squeeze your arm. "Sweetheart, look at me," she says softly. You slowly raise your eyes to meet hers, expecting to see disappointment or disgust. Instead, her gaze is filled with understanding and compassion.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Seohyun says firmly. "Your feelings are valid, even if they're complicated. I'm glad you felt you could open up to me about this."

She pulls you into a warm embrace. You relax into her arms, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. 

"Why don't we sit down and talk more?" your mother suggests. "I want to understand what you're going through."

The both of you sit down and you begin to tell her what you have been doing, Seohyun listens without saying a single word, sitting next to you with her legs folded. 

“Mom, are you sure it's fine for me to keep going? I know this isn’t what you expected from me.” 

All of a sudden, Seohyun pushes your back onto the couch.

“Baby you have no idea how much I have held myself back.  Just hearing how you feel about me made me feel so wet, Look” 

Seohyun holds you down with your hands above your head,  and moves her pelvis closer to your face, showing you the wet spot on her leggings. 

Shocked would be an understatement of how you were feeling right now, you couldn’t get any words out. 

“Your body is so fucking perfect baby, I love skinny men, and you are just the perfect size for me unlike your father, so fat and ugly he is. I am so happy that you are nothing like him, baby.” 

She traces your body, her fingers lingering over your collarbone and shoulder. 

“Your body is just so perfect for a goddess like me. Look at how sexy I am, my body is literal perfection and it deserves to be worshipped doesn’t it.” Seohyun asks. 

All you can do is nod. 

“That’s a good boy. Now stay still for mommy,” Seohyun says as she lets go of your hands and takes off her leggings along with those panties. 

“Fuck Mommy, your body is so perfect. Those legs and lovely shaved pussy,” You say as you admire her body.  

“I know baby” 

“Mommy can you come kiss me please! I wanna hold your face and enjoy this moment,” 

Seohyun obliges and kisses her son, a deep and passionate one. Tongues fighting with each other but Seohyun’s winning. 

After what felt like hours, she pulls away from you. “Give your hands baby,” 

You oblige, Seohyun ties your hands together with her leggings. 

“Mommy, why are you tying my hands,” You ask, surprised and also annoyed because you wanted to hold her and feel her perfect body. 

“Yes baby, I am the one in control here and you will do anything I say won’t you, my pretty boy?”

“Yes Mommy, I will be a good boy for you,” you reply all your worries from earlier disappearing. All you wanted to do was make your mommy happy. 

Your mother's pussy was now right in front of your face, a few inches away from your mouth. You had dreamed about such a day, the smell was so perfect, a little hint of her sweat but that made it more addicting. 

You put your tongue out trying to get a taste of her pussy but you were stopped by your hair being pulled. 

“Did I tell you to lick my pussy?” Seohyun says. In the same voice, she uses when you do something stupid. 

“No…” you were shocked by her tone but something about the way she was controlling you was turning you on in a way that you didn’t know was possible. 

“Good, you will only do things that I say, anything more or anything less you will be punished okay? Pretty boy,”

“Yes Mommy,” You liked how this situation turned out even more now. You were always a submissive guy so this was a dream come true.

“Now, go ahead and have a taste of this heavenly pussy,” Seohyun allows you. Wanting to savor the moment, you take a deep breath of her scent and dive into it. Her pussy tasted amazing, it was sweet and addictive. 

You licked her pussy as your life depended on it, occasionally flicking your tongue against her clit. Seohyun’s moans filled the room. It was like music to your ears. 

Seohyun grabbed onto your hair pulling it and the pain is making this pleasure even better. 

“Fuck, baby boy, keep going! You are going to make Mommy cum, keep going. Don’t you dare fucking stop? Keep fucking going baby!” Seohyun screamed. Her pleasure was getting to her. 

Soon after, Seohyun goes over the edge, squirting all over your face, her thighs crushing your head. You lick up every single drop of it. 

“You did such an amazing job baby boy! Mommy should reward you for being such a good boy. Don’t move and let mommy take care of you” 

Seohyun pulls down your pants and out comes your hard cock. Amazed by its sheer size.”I didn’t know you grew so much, baby.” 

She wraps her hand around your cock slowly pumping it. Her hands felt so perfect around your cock, the warmth of her hands so perfect. 

“Mommy, that feels so good!” You moan. 

Your moans were like music to Seohyun’s ears, she wanted to hear more. So she gives your cock a little kiss on the tip before putting it into her mouth, her head bobbing as her tongue works its way around the tip.

It was a struggle to not cum within a few seconds. It took all the concentration you had but it was getting too much. You try to stop her with your hands and it works but to your dismay, your mother's eyes meet yours and she isn’t happy. 

A sudden sting on your cheek brings you back to reality, Seohyun had just slapped you. “WHAT THE FUCK Mom!” 

But the only reply you get is another slap.

“What did I tell you? I told you to stay still, didn’t I?” 

You were stunned but replied, “You did, I’m sorry Mommy it was getting too much for me,”

“I know baby but mommy wants your cum, you will give it to her won’t you?” Seohyun says, her puppy eyes staring into yours. 

“Yes Mommy, Anything for you,” You didn’t have it in you to say no to anything that she asked for especially when she used those puppy eyes. 

She restarted her assault on your cock and this time she was dead set on making you cum. Her head bobbing so fast, this time you did your best to keep your hands above. 

“Hnghh, Mommy I’m cumming!!” 

Seohyun speeds up and within a few seconds, you cum down her throat. This was probably the strongest orgasm that you have ever had. It was mind-numbing to you. Seohyun swallowed every single drop of your cum. 

“Mhmm that was quite the load you were saving up for me, baby.” 

The orgasm had hit you like a truck and you were recovering slowly from it. “Amazing Mommy, that was the best orgasm that I’ve ever had,” 

“I know baby, and this is just the beginning we haven’t even got to the main event yet.” 

“Oh yeah? I can’t wait to see how much better the main event is going to be Mommy.”

“Let me ride my baby boy, I want to feel your cock stretching out my tight pussy.” Seohyun says. Stradling your body and lining your cock. 

She teases you, not putting it in, rubbing your cock on her pussy coating it with her juices. You wanted to put it in so badly but you knew better than to be impatient, but there was only so much you could take. 

“Mommy, please put it in,” you beg.

She obliges, slowly sliding your cock into her tight pussy, this is what you imagined heaven would feel like. 

“Fuck! Baby, your big fat cock is stretching me out so good, I miss this feeling so fucking much, your tiny dick father could never stretch me like this,” Seohyun moaned, her hands gripping onto your chest as she adjusted to your length.

“Mommy your pussy is so fucking tight!” You moaned. 

Seohyun was riding you like there was no tomorrow, the pleasure slowly taking over her brain and ignoring your hands that were now groping at her perfect tits. 

Everything was so perfect. Your mother continued to ride you as you played with her tits. One of her hands rubbing her clit. 

The sight of your cock going in and out of your mother's pussy was addicting, Your mother loved it just as much as you, she loved it a lot more. Her hips were moving in ways that you didn’t know were possible and that was bringing you closer to your orgasm. 

With how much your dick was twitching inside Seohyun’s pussy she knew that you wouldn’t be able to last longer but she couldn’t have that, not when she hasn’t even cum yet. 

You felt Seohyun slap you, it wasn’t like the one before this one was harder, before you could protest another one landed. You were shocked. 

“Mommy, what did I do?” You questioned. 

“Nothing baby, I just didn’t want you to cum so soon. Mommy is close but you have to make her cum more than once. She desperately misses sex,” Seohyun moaned as her nails dug into your arms. 

The pain really helped get your mind off your orgasm but you were enjoying the pain, it was different, it felt perfect receiving pain from the one woman you loved more than yourself.

“Mommy’s cumming baby boy, pound her hard and fast, don’t you dare fucking cum or stop until I say so,” Seohyun instructs and you do exactly that. There wasn’t much gap between Seohyun and the bed but you did your best to pound into her and she was enjoying it. 

After a few seconds of hard pounding, Seohyun pulls your cock out of her pussy and squirts all over your body. It was a strong one given how much squirt was on your body and also how long it took your mother to recover from it. 

As soon as she recovers from her orgasm, she begins chasing her next one, hoping it is stronger than the last, her dominant side takes over and she begins choking you all while still riding you.

The lack of oxygen and the tightness of Seohyun’s pussy was bringing you dangerously close to your orgasm. 

‘Mommy-” Before you can warn your mother, your cum, squirting your seed into the depths of your mother's tight pussy. 

“Oh my God, what a naughty boy you are. Cumming inside me without permission. Since this is your first time. I am going to let this go.” 

Seohyun stays on your cock for a few more seconds before finally getting off. A glob of your semen leaks out of her freshly fucked pussy. Seohyun is a little surprised by this. 

“Oh my! Were you trying to get your mother pregnant? Look at how much cum you dumped in my pussy,” Seohyun says before bending down to lick up the glob of cum that leaked out of her pussy. 

“I’m sorry, Mom,” you reply, a little guilty for cumming inside of her without her permission. 

“Haha, don’t take it seriously. I was just kidding. Go on clean up. Your father might be coming home earlier than expected today,” Seohyun says before untying your hands and walking toward the master bedroom.

Heading your mother’s warning, you pick up your clothes and head to your room to wash up. Just as your mother had predicted, your father returned an hour after your sex session. 

**********

The next few days were uneventful. Neither of you spoke about what had happened that night. Maybe it was because both of you were avoiding the responsibility of confronting the situation, but more than anything, it seemed like your father’s presence at home gave you both an excuse to ignore it. He had taken a few days off, and the house was unusually busy with him being around.

You spent most of your time outside, either at the gym or hanging out at a friend’s place, unable to bear the sight of your father acting all affectionate with your mother. For some reason, it rubbed you the wrong way—seeing them that way, so close and content, stirred something uncomfortable deep within you.

One afternoon, you came home to find your mother sitting at your desk, using your computer. Before you could see what she was looking at, she quickly closed all the windows and got up, leaving the room without a word. It was strange—completely out of character for her. She had never gone through your things before, much less without asking your permission.

Shrugging it off, you spent the next few hours immersed in your video games. When dinner time rolled around, you went downstairs. Dinner proceeded as usual, with the usual exchanges between your parents. Just as you were beginning to let your guard down, something unexpected happened: beneath the table, your mother’s foot slowly slid onto your lap.

Her toes pressed against your groin.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your body tensed involuntarily. It was difficult not to react, especially with your father sitting right next to her, obliviously eating. She didn’t look at you, not once, her expression calm and composed as if nothing unusual was happening.

That was the only noteworthy event of the evening. Afterward, things seemed to return to normal—as normal as they could be.

************

The following evening, the air in the house felt unusually heavy. You kept thinking about the small, strange moments you had shared with your mother over the last few days—moments you didn’t know how to interpret.

Later that night, when you were in your room, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, you heard the faintest sound of anklets jingling from outside your door.

The door creaked open, and there she stood—your mother, Seohyun, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. But tonight, she wasn’t dressed in her usual attire. She was wearing an intricate Indian outfit—a flowing saree draped elegantly over her body. The rich fabric shimmered as she stepped into the room, each movement accompanied by the soft chime of her anklets.

Her bare feet carried silver toe rings that glinted under the low light, and a thin chain rested delicately around her waist, adorned with a small stomach ring that peeked from beneath the edge of her saree. She wore a nose ring—simple yet striking—and it enhanced the sharpness of her features. She looked both foreign and familiar, like a dream plucked from the depths of your subconscious. 

Your heart pounded as she closed the door quietly behind her, locking it with a soft click.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper. There was no mistaking the intent behind her gaze—she knew exactly what she was doing.

How did she know? How had she figured out your fascination with Indian attire?

Before you could gather your thoughts, she crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps, her anklets jingling with every movement. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood clung to her skin, intoxicating. She knelt beside you, her fingers brushing lightly against your hand.

“You don’t have to hide it anymore,” she whispered, leaning closer. "I know."

 The room felt still, as though time had slowed. Your gaze traveled over her form, taking in every detail—the way the saree’s fabric clung to her curves, the shimmer of silver jewelry against her pale skin, and the way she carried herself with quiet grace.

Seohyun tilted her head slightly, her anklet chiming softly as she shifted her weight. "Do you like what you see?" she asked gently, her voice carrying warmth and curiosity as if she truly wanted to know what was in your heart.

You swallowed, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “Yes... Goddess.” The word slipped from your lips without hesitation, as if it had always belonged there. It wasn’t just admiration—it was reverence, an acknowledgment of the deep, unspoken emotions that had grown over time. You weren’t merely looking at your mother; you were gazing at someone you now saw as something more—someone extraordinary.

A soft smile spread across her lips, filled with both amusement and understanding. She didn’t laugh at you or dismiss the way you had addressed her. Instead, she stood quietly, as if waiting for you to express what had been unspoken between the two of you.

You knelt in front of her, overwhelmed by the desire to honor her presence. With a deep breath, you lowered your head and kissed her feet. The cool metal of her toe rings brushed against your skin, and the faint scent of jasmine lingered in the air. It wasn’t about submission; it was about devotion.

She rested her hand lightly on your head, her touch soft and reassuring. "You don't have to be afraid," she whispered. "Mommy’s here."

Raising your head slowly, you gazed up at her. "I... I want to honor you, Goddess. To cherish every part of you."

Her expression softened, and she brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face. "Then honor me," she said simply, her voice steady and kind.

You sat quietly at her feet as you traced her body from her toes to her magnificent thighs. She stayed with you, the jingling of her anklets becoming a familiar, soothing sound. It felt as if the unspoken tension of the past days had finally lifted, replaced by something far more profound—a bond deeper than words, built on mutual respect and quiet admiration.

A rush of emotions surged through you—so many that it was difficult to sort them all out. Reverence, gratitude, admiration… but above all, an overwhelming sense of peace. It was as if the storm raging inside you for days had finally quieted, replaced by clarity.

Every small detail seemed magnified: the cool metal of her toe rings, the soft chime of her anklets, the smoothness of her skin beneath your touch. Your heart pounded, not with fear, but with a deep sense of purpose. Worshipping her wasn’t just an act—it felt like the truest way to express what words never could.

You marveled at her grace, the way the flowing fabric of her saree traced her silhouette like art in motion. Every inch of her felt like a masterpiece—each curve, each subtle movement speaking of beauty beyond the physical. It was not just about her appearance, but the aura she carried: the quiet strength, the kindness, the elegance that she exuded so effortlessly.

As your fingers brushed along her anklets, a strange warmth bloomed within you—something between awe and humility. You felt small in her presence, but not in a diminished way. It was the kind of smallness you might feel while standing beneath a starry sky, or gazing at a powerful painting—something grand, humbling, yet strangely comforting.

Your breath hitched as you looked up at her, and for a moment, you thought you saw something in her eyes—an understanding, perhaps, of what this moment meant to you. There was no awkwardness, no shame, only a quiet acceptance between the two of you.

Touching her feet, tracing the delicate rings she wore, filled you with a sense of connection that went deeper than any conversation ever could. It was as though you were communicating without words, speaking in gestures and glances, your emotions laid bare in the simplest of touches.

And as you gazed up at her, you felt a sense of belonging—like you were exactly where you were meant to be. In that quiet, sacred space, nothing else mattered. The world outside could wait. All that existed now was her, standing before you, radiant and serene.

The first thing you noticed was how soft and smooth her skin felt beneath your touch—like fine silk, cool yet welcoming. Her feet were elegant, with well-formed arches that gave them a graceful shape. The pale skin had a slight sheen, catching the soft light in the room. A light floral scent, perhaps from lotion or oil, lingered faintly, making the experience even more soothing.

Her toes were slender, each adorned with delicate silver rings that rested comfortably against her skin, their smooth surfaces cool under your fingertips. The rings glinted subtly, adding an extra layer of beauty to her already mesmerizing presence. Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted a soft shade of pink—simple yet refined, perfectly complementing the quiet elegance she carried.

The anklets wrapped around her slim ankles jingled gently with every movement, creating a rhythmic, calming sound. You felt the subtle weight of the anklets as you rested your forehead against her feet, the tiny charms brushing lightly against your skin.

Her soles were soft but carried a slight firmness from the natural wear of walking barefoot—enough to remind you of her strength without diminishing her delicacy. As your fingertips traced lightly along the curve of her heel, you noticed how her skin gave just a little under your touch, a perfect balance between tender and resilient.

There was warmth in her touch as she rested one foot against your hands as if to say she accepted your reverence. The slight pressure of her foot was neither heavy nor intrusive—just enough to make you feel grounded, connected, and fully present in the moment. 

As the quiet moment lingered, she reached out, her hand gently cupping your face with a softness that seemed to erase all your doubts. She looked at you, her eyes filled with warmth and a silent understanding, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. Her closeness filled you with a sense of calm, and you felt yourself relax under her gentle touch.

She moved closer, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder as she brought her lips to yours in a delicate, almost tentative kiss. The touch was gentle, warm, and filled with a kindness that made your heartache. Her lips were soft, and the kiss was unhurried as if she wanted to savor every moment, every shared breath. It wasn’t about passion or intensity; it was about the quiet connection you both shared—a bond that felt comforting, familiar, and deeply rooted.

As she leaned in, the first kiss was soft and slow, but it quickly deepened, as if an unspoken energy had sparked between you both. Her hand slid up to your neck, fingers tracing lightly over your skin as her lips pressed to yours with more intensity. There was a hint of laughter in her eyes, a playful spark that made you feel like she was daring you to follow her lead.

Suddenly, she broke away, her fingers slipping from yours as she backed away with a teasing smile. She took a step backward, her gaze inviting you to follow. And then, with a quiet laugh, she turned and glided into the next room, her steps light and graceful. You didn’t hesitate—you chased after her, catching up just as she leaned back against the doorway, waiting for you with that same mischievous smile.

Your hands found hers, pulling her close as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders. The kiss was bolder this time, filled with an urgency that neither of you had fully realized until now. She pulled back again, just enough to make you chase her once more, her laughter echoing softly as she led you through the house.

In each room, you caught up to her, drawing her close as her fingers tangled in your hair, her lips meeting yours in passionate, lingering kisses that left you breathless. Her touch was tender, but her gaze was filled with a warmth that felt like both an invitation and a challenge.

Room by room, she led you, each time letting you catch her, only to playfully slip away with a smile that kept your pulse racing. Her laughter, her smile, her closeness—all of it filled you with a joy that felt deeper than words. You both moved in harmony, drawn together by the same unspoken connection, until finally, you reached a quiet space where you held each other, both breathless, both smiling, as you shared one last kiss filled with warmth and affection before Seohyun broke the silence.

“What a good boy you are. Seeing how much you were worshipping my feet, maybe I should give you a footjob,” Seohyun suggested. 

“Please Mommy”

“Take off your clothes for me,” Seohyun commanded, her tone unchanged but her voice sounded hypnotizing. 

You do exactly that, in a hurry, ripping pieces of our clothing away from your body. Seohyun admires your body like an artwork. She closes the gap between the both of you but the kiss you were expecting doesn’t come, instead she pushes you onto the bed. 

Seohyun follows you onto the bed. Her back rested against the headboard. “Come to me.” 

Seohyun’s thighs wrapping your body and her feet reach your hardened cock. The cold metal of her toe ring creates a novel sensation on your cock. Her anklet occasionally touches your thighs making a jingling sound. 

“Spit on your cock for me,” Seohyun commands. 

She spreads your spit all over your cock and she begins giving you a footjob. This was your first footjob, you never expected it to feel this good. The sound of her anklet ringing throughout the entire room. 

You were trying your best not to moan so soon. The kisses she was placing on your neck were distracting you from your rising orgasm. Her legs were moving in perfect motion giving you the most amount of pleasure. The sound of her anklet hypnotized you into a trance where pleasure was all you could think about. 

The orgasm that you were trying so hard to stop was now unstoppable, her hips unconsciously thrusting into your mother's feet. Seohyun noticed this and also how much your cock was throbbing. 

When you were almost at your peak, Seohyun pulled her feet away from your cock, leaving you completely devoid of any touch. 

“MOMMYY! I was just about to cum!” You whine, your voice filled with frustration. 

“I know baby but we don’t want this to end so soon now do we?” 

After a few seconds, Seohyun’s feet wrap around your cock again but this time they don’t move. “Mommy, pleaseeee” 

“If you want it so badly then why not fuck my feet then?” Seohyun suggests. Initially, you were a little reluctant because of how embarrassing it was but your lust eventually got the best of you. You began humping your mother's feet slowly. 

The pleasure and pace increase with every thrust. Eventually, the orgasm that had subsided was now within your reach. “Mommy, your feet feel so good. I’m gonna cum soon!” You moan. 

But again you were deprived of your release. “Mommy!” you scream and get out of her embrace.  

“Don’t be so impatient baby, your mommy will let you cum so be a good boy and keep humping my feet,” Seohyun says. 

Though you weren’t particularly happy about it you still enjoyed how good your mother’s feet felt around your cock. You went back to thrusting your cock in between her soft feet. Increasing your pace with every thrust, trying to chase your orgasm again not caring about how your mother would react to your disobedience. 

Seohyun could feel your thrusts getting more erratic, the way you were grunting turned your mother her hand playing with her clothed pussy but you were too preoccupied to notice it. 

The sudden increase in pace from earlier signaled to your soon impending orgasm but you were brought back to reality by a sharp slap, your cheek stinging. Seohyun grabs you by your hair, pulling you close to her. 

“You want to be a naughty boy? Do you know what happens to naughty boys?” 

You nod in reply. 

Seohyun yanks your hair again, “Use your pretty words, or are you so stupid that you can’t give me a proper reply?” 

“They get punished,” you reply. 

“Yes, they get punished. Stay here,” Seohyun says before leaving you alone in the room. 

The suspense was killing you, lying there on your bed completely naked. Not knowing what kind of punishment is awaiting you. The silence is broken by the sound of your mother’s anklet jingling echoing throughout the house. 

Seohyun returns to the room with a Whip in her hand, a small one but it was intimidating you a lot more than you would like to admit. You had never been hit before at least not like this. 

“Turn around, I wanna see that skinny ass of yours,” Seohyun commands. You do exactly as she asks.  

You could feel the coolness of the whip as it slides over your ass, and then you are struck, it wasn’t hard but enough to send a stinging sense of pain. 

“Hngh,” You let out a sound, trying your best not to scream. 

Surprisingly your dick was throbbing, the pain that was supposed to scare you was giving you pleasure. 

Another one but this type on your upper back, much harder than the previous one, you moaned out in pain. She continued to whip you, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, but you loved every single one, crazing more. 

“Turn around,” and so you do 

Your mother immediately notices the massive boner that you were sporting and also the precum that was leaking from the tip of your penis. 

“Oh my what a naughty little slut you are, you were enjoying all this whipping?” Seohyun asks but you are too shy to reply. 

“I can’t believe that I’ve got a painslut on my hands,” Seohyun coos you as she leans in to kiss you. Both your bodies were covered with sweat, Seohyun’s body sliding against yours as she leaned into the kiss and onto your body. 

“My ideal man, you are the perfect man for me, your skinny body, your love for pain, and your fat cock, it’s meant for me and only me,” Seohyun whispers after cupping your face.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” Soehyun says before aligning herself on your cock and slowly sinking into it. 

“THIS IS IT! This is the best fucking feeling ever. Your fat cock stretched my pussy so fucking good baby boy” Seohyun moans as her ass sits flat on your pelvis with your cock buried deep inside her tight pussy. 

Her pussy was just as you remember it, the closest thing to perfection. It was gripping onto your cock with the perfect amount of pressure. Seohyun’s sweat drips onto your face as she adjusts to your length. The room was too hot for the both of you but you couldn’t care more about the heat outside because the heat inside of you was burning you up and you needed your mother to feel just how much you loved her. 

“Mommy, please can you start moving, I don’t know how much longer I can stay like this,” You beg, Seohyun obliges your request and begins to slowly move her hips.

“Fuck!” You moan.

“Yes, this is it! Don’t you dare fucking cum this time without my permission,” Seohyun said as her ass bounced on your cock. The sound of wet bodies colliding with each other and her jewelry bouncing echoed throughout the room.

Seohyun’s tits bouncing right in front of you, mesmerizing. You grab onto them, and your hands sink into them, soft as feathery pillows. Using one of your hands you pinch one of her nipples that were as hard as rocks. With just one twist, your mother’s pussy tightened around you catching you off guard and almost making you cum. 

“You like that mommy? When I play with your sensitive nipples?” Seohyun yelps with increased pleasure. 

“I wonder if is squeeze hard enough, will milk come out Mommy?” you ask and pinch harder. 

“Hngh fuck! Mommy loves it baby keep going. Fuck a baby into me and I will give you all the milk you need my pretty boy,” Seohyun replies, the pleasure slowly getting to her.

Her grinding slows down, you take this as a chance to start thrusting into her. She was shocked by your sudden movements but she loved it, her moans grew louder almost sounding like screams. 

“Yes, that’s it! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” your mother screamed one last time before cumming and squirting all over your body. Her back bending in pure bliss, incoherent words spilling out of her mouth. Some of her squirt got into your mouth but you relished the sweetness of her juices.

Your cock was resting and throbbing on your abdomen as Seohyun recovered from the mind-shattering orgasm that she just had. Your breathing still labored from the intense pounding you just gave your mother.

“That was the best orgasm that I’ve ever had baby boy. Now it’s your turn, I can see your cock throbbing and begging for a release,” Seohyun says as she gets off you. 

“Now come and fuck your mommy till you cum deep inside her pussy and breed her,” Seohyun commands. 

Taking up her invitation. This was the first time that you were on top and had any sort of control in the bedroom with your mother. You lined yourself up and rubbed the entrance of her pussy and slapped your cock on her her clit occasionally. 

“I’m putting it in Mommy,” You warn her, slowly pushing into her. 

“You don’t have to be so gentle baby, Go ahead and fuck me like I am nothing but a fleshlight! Use your mommy and dump your cum into my fertile baby-making womb,” Seohyun moans.

You bottom out into her and start pounding without waiting for another second. The warmth and tightness brought back the orgasm that had subsided earlier. You were pounding hard and fast. Seohyun’s tits bouncing with every thrust. 

The bouncing tits were enticing you to grab them but all of a sudden something came over your mind and you give her boobs a hard slap causing a stinging sensation for Seohyun. 

“Yes just like that use me however you want! This body is your baby!” Your mother screamed loving the stinging sensation. 

You continue to give her boobs a few more hard slaps, her white pale skin was now bright red, and Seohyun’s eyes rolled to the back of her head with the immense pleasure she was feeling. Her mouth was open and spit drooling out without any control. 

It was only a matter of a few more seconds before you could no longer hold back and from the looks of it your mother was also closing in on another orgasm. Your thrusts grew more erratic.

“Fuck I’m cumming!” You scream. 

Seohyun can feel you pulling out and she can’t have that, she wraps her legs around your body caging you and keeping your cock buried deep inside her pussy. “Don’t you dare even think of trying to pull out? I need your hot cum filling up my tight pussy.” 

“THIS IS IT! FUCKK! Your cum is so fucking hot, it’s like my inside is being burned!” 

You were out of it, the pleasure from the orgasm was beyond what you had ever felt, it was destroying your brain, completely destroying your ability to form any thoughts or sentences. The only sound in the room was your grunts as you shot your last few spurts of cum. 

It took you a good few minutes before you were finally able to comprehend what you had just done and how perfect this moment was. 

“How are you feeling baby?” Your mother asked as she felt you slowly trying to pull out. 

“That was perfect mommy! But is it really okay for me to be cumming inside you like this? What if you get pregnant?” You question 

“That’s exactly what I want. I want to carry your baby” Seohyun says.  

The words that had just come out of your mother’s mouth were beyond shocking, it wasn’t something you had ever expected to hear. It took you a few seconds to process what you had just heard. 

“But what about father, what about everyone else no one will accept this!” You screamed, panic setting in. 

“It’s okay baby, We can run away from all this to a far-away country where no one knows the both of us. We can get married and enjoy the life we want.” Seohyun says. This is what you wanted but you needed to be realistic about it because starting a completely new life would be extremely hard. 

“It’s too difficult, I don’t even have enough money to support us for a month.” You retort. 

“Money is not of concern, baby. I’ve been making arrangements for a while now. I have more than enough to last us through the rest of our lives,” 

“How? I thought Dad paid for everything.” You questioned. 

“That’s a story for another time. Tell me, don’t you want to marry your mother and run away from this mess.”  

“I do, I want that so badly but I’m scared. I don’t know what will happen and I don’t want you to get hurt,” You reply 

“Don’t worry baby, we can figure it all out. I know that you would never hurt me intentionally,” Seohyun replies. 

The sweetness in her words flicked a switch in your mind. You knew you wanted this but those words gave you the push you so desperately needed. 

You kiss her, it is an innocent kiss filled with love and passion. Both your tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Something about this kiss felt perfect. 

If it wasn’t for the need to breathe the kiss would have gone on for much longer, you pull away from your mother, your forehead still on hers, lips mere centimeters away from each other. 

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Seohyun says and all you can do is nod, not finding the right words to express your love and gratitude. 

After laying together for a few seconds, you get up to admire your mother’s perfect body, from her perfect chubby face to her firm tits, to her perfectly sculpted stomach, and then to her pussy which had your cum leaking. 

The sight of your cum leaking from her pussy turned you on again and within no time you were hard again. Seohyun notices this. “Oh my, being young truly is an amazing gift. You aren’t satisfied even after all the things we just did” 

“Sorry, Mommy I will take care of it,” You reply but are pulled back into bed by your mother. 

“You will do no such thing. As long as I am here, the only one who gets to milk a load of cum from you is me, and only me. So come here and fuck your mother again but this time I want to do it in the washroom while we shower.”

Taking her up on the invitation you pick her up from the bed, her legs wrapped around your body, face to face with you. You line yourself up with her pussy and slide it in, there was almost no resistance given how wet and cum filled it was. 

You start thrusting up slowly, her moans filling up the room. While still thrusting, you slowly walk toward the washroom. 

The both of you were still sensitive from the last time, so you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Seohyun turns the shower on with one of the hands that was wrapped around your neck. The hot water hits your back, your thrusts increase in pace. Seohyun’s body is now pressed in between the wall and your body. 

Your mother’s pussy was tightening around you, her nails digging into the back of your neck, and the hot water causing a stinging pain. 

“I can’t hold on much longer baby, please let’s cum together, I need you to fill up your mother's tight pussy again! I beg you!” Seohyun scream. 

Your thrusts growing more erratic and harsh, not caring about anything or than your orgasm. Seohyun ends up cumming a little earlier than you and a few seconds after her you follow, flooding her pussy full of all the cum that you have left. 

“FUCK!” You grunt as your cum floods Seohyun’s pussy. 

The both of you don’t move, the scene in front of you is something that you would love to see every day. Seohyun’s face drained and your cock was the cause of that. 

Mesmerized by her beauty you place kisses all over her chubby perfect face. Seohyun loved those little kisses. Just as you are about to pull out, Seohyun stops you.

“Leave it in there baby, I don’t want a single drop of your cum to go to waste,” Seohyun says. 

******

It’s been three years since your mind-blowing sex in the washroom. The both of you had now moved to a remote estate in Poland, a place where no one recognized your mother or you. 

It was no longer just the two of you, Soehyun had given birth to your baby boy 2 years ago and she was now pregnant again with your child. It was initially difficult for you to adjust to but you had gotten used to it. You were now working in a small company, under an alias. 

Life was perfect like this. Every evening when you came back home you were greeted by your perfect wife/mother. After dinner, you guys still had the same amount of passion in the bedroom, and sex was still as hot and exciting as ever, sometimes you both went overboard with all the sex but it was fine. This is the life you had imagined and loved.   

[grimm-writings]

Hiiii, I would like some Dungeon Meshi headcanons please! Reader is the oldest human in the main group and they're really motherly towards them. Like they're always fretting over their well beings and acting like a doting parent. And if you want, could you also add that Chilchuck's kinda into that so he falls for them?

That's all thank you!

…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader, platonic touden party & reader

…tags! fluff, some crack, headcanon format, mild manga spoilers, reader is referred to as ‘mom’ once

…wc! 847

…notes! the way i nearly screeched in delight when i got this ask. chilfuckers i’m one of you let me in. you used they/them for the reader so i’m gonna assume this is a maternal gn reader! i hope it is for your liking ty for being my first request 🥺

Having a more wise, of age individual in the party is always a plus when you need some advice.

And when most people in the party are absolute lunatics.

You have your hands full trying to stop Laios acting recklessly in action, or doting on Marcille when her emotions get the best of her.  Goodness, even Senshi has your hair going grey from how he gets sometimes!

Laios just sort of… lets your doting happen.

He can get slightly grumbly if you get too mad at him.  Still, it’s not the worst thing a parental figure could do.  Go easy on him!

Marcille takes psychic damage upon learning your age.  She’s staring at you, at the age in your face, and taking the years into account.

It’s simply not computing.  You… You should be, like, a pre-teen or something!  Human ageing baffles her once again.

Still… she is incredibly receptive to you doting on her.  She’s more of a carer on instinct but she finds herself falling into you whenever her spoons are low.

Senshi just sort of hits you with the “why tho” when you try fretting.  It’s actually slightly frustrating.  Still, you can recognise his wisdom and take a step back.  He can take care of himself… most of the time.

Izutsumi… oh the dear girl.

You must have recognised the signs immediately.  Her lack of table manners, her reclusive nature… she’s so young.

The girlcat was a bit prickly to any doting at first.  You would probably remind her a bit too much of Maizuru for her liking.

With time, perhaps sometime after he run-in with her succubus, Izutsumi would be a bit more welcoming of how you treat her.  It’s… It makes her feel nice, or whatever.

She accidentally calls you Mom once.  She was mortified as Marcille squeals in delight and Laios laughs to himself.  You couldn’t even ask if she thinks of you as a mother figure before she’s already stomping away to hide in a corner somewhere.

Then there’s Chilchuck.  Oh, what to say about him.

You probably thought he was a young human at first too.  He’s taller than other half-foots after all.  Still, as soon as you even try to act maternal around him, he yells at you and tells you he isn’t a kid.

Keep your distance for a bit, and he’ll warm up to you again.

Watching you do your thing with the other party members will have him commenting that he has no idea how you can just keep up with everyone like this, and he’s the one with three kids here.

You just smile gently and reply that it helps you keep stability knowing everyone in the party is doing alright.  At that, Chilchuck will give you a glance, and internalise your words.

Upon Izutsumi’s arrival into the party, Chilchuck’s perspective on you begins to alter slightly.

Initially, he respected you a fair bit.  You were more like the two older co-workers constantly giving each other looks at the younger ones’ antics.

But he sees you with this child he also has to admit he’s grown attached to.  You really were a natural maternal figure to Izutsumi.  He watches you tend to her sometimes, a smile slowly curling on his lips.

Then he catches himself, and his blood runs cold.

…Ohhh, shit. 

Chilchuck is level headed most of the time, but when he’s panicking he can’t keep his cool to save his life.

Around you, he becomes more… frantic, in a way.  Lecturing others to give you a break, even if he can just have a small talk with you.  If asked what’s up he’d raise his voice defensively and say it doesn’t matter.

One time, Izutsumi decided she can’t choose between her two favourite human heaters, and practically forced you and Chilchuck to sleep on either side of her.  Even with the girl slotted in between you two, Chilchuck was internally losing his mind at the closeness.

He even lets you dote on him a bit more again.  Not too much, though.  He’ll accept the occasional checking in and headpat but that’s it!

You can very easily pick up on his feelings for you.  It’s not hard to notice the shift in his attitude.

Well… It’s not like you can complain.  You may offer to help him out with his future shop once you’re out of here, giving him a slight wink.

Cherish how red his face gets.  He won’t let anyone else embarrass him so easily.  Maybe pinch his cheeks if you’re feeling brave, but he may swat you away depending on his mood.

At the end of the day, he’ll give you a small smile, and wonder aloud where the Hell all the party would be if it weren’t for you.

(Bonus!  I think Falin would also super appreciate your presence.  She’s the kind to simply take her own parents’ treatment of her and shrug it off in a ‘it is what it is’ sort of way.  Your doting attitude would leave her slightly discombobulated, but she’s very welcome to it.)

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 155 (A Trip to the Goth Family Archives)

Mortimer Goth hadn't been back to Willow Creek since he and Bella were newlyweds, but the pink magnolias and blue sky felt familiar as soon as he stepped off the plane.

This was one big, happy family on vacation, but the primary reason for the trip was to investigate long-buried Goth (and Landgraab?) family secrets...

He'd returned to his family's ancestral home with his husband, Karl, and they'd brought a large contingent of family. Mortimer's daughter, Cassandra, was here with her husband, River (Karl's nephew), and their sons, Michael and Sammy. They'd also brought River's sister Holly, her husband Kris, and their daughters, Tetra and Betta. As Mortimer and Karl lived in San Myshuno with Holly and her family, all four of the kids looked up to them like grandfathers.

While cousins Michael and Tetra played chess and Sammy and Betta got their fill of children's books, the adults combed through the extensive archives. They took breaks from time to time, socializing with each other or heading to the park next door, where Holly played sea monster for the kids and the family ate fish tacos from a local food stand.

Inside, each claimed different bookshelves in search of anything they could find about Victorine Ravendancer Goth, the renowned spellcaster who married Lord Samuel Goth and published a book of spells as 'Lady Ravendancer.' Victorine was the mother of Victor and Samuel, and though she died long before their births, she was grandmother to Gunther, and great-grandmother to Mortimer himself.

The family knew her as the victim of magic gone wrong but remembered her fondly. Victor and Samuel Goth had scattered memories of their mother, but each one was loving and they passed stories of her goodness to their children and grandchildren.

"What magic spell ended up killing her?" wondered Karl, scanning a directory of Goths from the Old Country on one of the computers.

Mortimer shrugged. "That's a question the archives have yet to answer for me. When I was younger, the sheer volume of family history overwhelmed me, and I was more interested in telling other stories. But now that I'm slowing down and getting older, I wish we lived closer to all these tomes."

"It's your family archive. Can't you bring it to San Myshuno?"

"And put it where?"

They shared a knowing chuckle. As large as their penthouse was, it was still a squeeze with Holly, Kris, the girls, and their old cat, Fabio. All these books would never fit.

"Maybe we could retire here," Mortimer suggested. "The old house is still in the family name, and you've been wanting to hang it up for years now."

"I do like it here. It's a lot more peaceful than the city. But do we want to be further away from family? We wanted this trip so we could feel closer to them. After Neal and Daisy called to tell us the Landgraabs sued for custody of Ash, our family needs all the support we can give."

Mortimer nodded thoughtfully. "I'm not running. It's just that Willow Creek feels like home to me, too."

Mortimer Goth had been raised in Sunset Valley - not Willow Creek. His grandfather, Victor Goth, had moved to Sunset Valley and started a family, but he and his brother, Samuel, had been born and raised in the gothic house in Willow Creek's Pendula View. After the death of their mother, Lady Ravendancer, they escaped their severe father and headed in different directions. Victor started a successful business, carried on by his son, Gunther. But Mortimer was never a CEO, and after high school he married Bella and moved to the old house near the bayou.

But the spooky Gothic house creaked day and night and made Bella sure they were stalked by dark spirits. Mortimer didn't know what she was talking about, but they moved to a brighter coastal mansion in Brindleton Bay and started their family.

"We'll be retired, we'll have the time! And it's a big house. They could always come visit...maybe Dexter and his girlfriend - Avery, I think her name is - will want to set down roots here after university. He's not that interested in staying in Brindleton Bay, according to his mother."

Karl sighed. "It's been over sixteen years, Mortimer. You still act like you're afraid your kids will never forgive you for the affair."

"I don't regret leaving the marriage, but I think a lot about how I left the kids behind, too. Years after their mother disappeared and came back, I'm the one who left for good. It's just...it's hard to talk to them."

"Oh shoot! I found something! Mortimer, Uncle Karl, look at these!"

Effervescent Holly raced across the library with a book in one hand, and three small photographs in the other. "Behind the shelves I noticed the bookshelf looked like it was coming apart, but it was a trick door! I found these photos inside this spell book!"

"It looks like a first edition of her book of spells," said Mortimer, but he was more interested in the photographs. Old, but not damaged, protected for over a century inside this secret bookcase.

The images were romantic, passionate, and told a story all their own - but who were they, and who had hidden the photos? ->

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WCIF Jazz Club: Two of the black and white photos are posed inside this 1920s Jazz Nightclub on the Sims 4 Gallery by Emersed Crown - more about the lot on @greatbritishsimchallenge. The interior is gorgeous and cc-free. Definitely will find a reason to use it again.

[mattsfavbigtitties]

Taboo/ Matt S.

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, corruption of innocence, priest kink, creampie, no protection, virgin kink,

Summery: After Sunday service, Father Matthew teaches you a new lesson you've never heard of.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

One afternoon, your mother comes into your room seeing you watch cartoons. She tells you that you need to focus more on the Lord and quit watching that mind boggling rainbow pony show all the time.

She repeats that next time at church, she'll have the new priest give you more insight on the oh so precious Lord above.

You reluctantly agree in spite of your mother running everything you do and don’t. That Sunday, your mother makes sure to bring it up to the new head priest, Father Matthew, about “possibly more lessons on the Bible” as she put it.

And of course(to your unfortune) he agreed to teach you some “very physically embracing readings”. A little suspicious if you ask yourself. You were well aware of most things in life.

Having looked at social media on school computers and using a friend's phone a few times. You knew basic knowledge like, sex ed and (most) bad things happening around other cities. You had a very curious mind which sometimes led you to some crazy encounters and punishments from your parents.

Soon enough, the end of service came; your parents and all the others said goodbyes to one another, leaving you with Father Matthew; alone.

“Come along to the back, dear.” Father made a wave of his hand toward himself to have you follow him, the other held his own Bible. He walks down the hallway to one of the back classrooms; you follow behind in small steps.

Your hands clasped together at your front, fiddling with your nails. In the room is a long rectangle table filled with chairs. You take a seat on one of the far chairs away from the door, Father Matthew grabbed something from within a drawer and sat beside you.

“Should I get a Bible?” You ask, moving slightly as you get up to grab said item. Yet Matthew’s arm stops you from getting up as he says, “No need, I’ve already got everything needed.” and sends you a mischievous smile.

He let his hand run across your white lace trim, feeling the slight tremble of your stomach as you scooch back a bit to get away from the wandering fingers.

“W-what are you doing?” “You know, you’re very beautiful, dear.” His eyes dart from your waist to your own eyes and he sees the anticipation build in them.

He smirks and proceeds to move his hand down further to your floral covered thigh. You swallow slowly, reaching both hands to cover Matthew’s in a way to stop him.

“Are we-not doing the lesson?” Your voice holds confusion mixed with surprise and happiness.

You weren’t really looking forward to spending this afternoon at church still with Father Matthew when your favorite show is hosting a new season that very night. You were very much excited for it!

“I have a different kind of lesson ready for you. It involves you bending over and lots of physical touch.” Your eyes widened at the words coming out of his mouth, Father Matthew’s mouth. You never would’ve thought you’d be in this predicament.

The new pastor of the very church you grew up in, wanting to essentially have sex with you? Or was this all a dream? You knew you had thought of Father Matthew as the most handsome man you’d ever seen, but was it really that deep you’d dream about him in this way?

And to think this would be the first man you’ve ever had to sleep with; if you agree of course. “F-father Matthe-” You get interrupted, “Just Matt is fine, sweetheart.”

You go on with your sentence, “Father Matt, what are you saying?” You want to make sure you heard him right and if so, you really would like to do it. And as you've heard from a few friends, it's feels very, very good. He chuckled at your furrowed brows and rubbed his thumb along the side of your thigh.

You clenched your thighs slightly to try and calm the tingling sensation between them, but enough to have Matt feel the movement.

“You know what I mean, dear. I want to fuck you. So hard that all you’ll feel for days is my dick reminisce.”

You gasp at his words.

You could hear your own heart pounding. For once in your life, you actually feel like your on fire. You feel your ears get hot and

And before you can said anything in response, he grabbed ahold of your jaw and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. His lips immediately moved against yours with a sense of urgency, as you let him take charge.

His hand tightened on your thigh and moved closer to your clothed sex. You melted into him, your body instinctively curling closer, jolts going through your spine. You had never imagined this would happen.

Never imagined you’d be kissing a man like this, let alone the priest of your church; Father Matt. It just felt so right.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, "Such a good girl. My gorgeous sweetheart."

Pressure building in your head as your blood pumped hard in your veins; you whimpered pathetically as Father Matt lapped at your drooling mouth.

Matt hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your dress, lifting it all the way to just below your tummy, revealing your bare skin and pale white panties with a bow at center. He chuckled in amusement at the cute display before standing up.

He pulled your body with him and shoved your front hips against the table as all you could do was stand in shock. "You want my cock, sweetheart? You ever felt one imside before?" His eyes trailed down your curves, rubbing his thumbs along your sides, sending chills across your back.

You hummed in acknowledgement and shook your head, "This will be my first one Father."

He hiked up your dress for a second time and hurriedly slid your panties to the side, his fingers digging into the fleshy parts of your ass.

Right then, Matt smirked as he rolled his kackis and boxers down his thighs just enough to slide his stiff cock out.

"A virgin Mary, huh." He stated from behind, misheivious tone to the infamous words.

He massaged his length against your opening, his mouth drooping open in awe of how tight you felt already. For a moment, the way his head grazed against your throbbing clit nearly intoxicated you enough to forget he was the(very handsome and good looking) priest.

Father Matt partially lined up his own throbbing length between your legs before thrusting it inside of you; no warnings.

Your scream echoed through the room you were in, not expecting such brutal force from such nice man. Though you do know the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'. In this case, you should've.

The room became seemingly filled with the sounds of your sex, echoing back to you off of every surface. The very walls of the house of God you worship.

His hands wandered up to your prominent, bulging chest. He squeezed and prodded before finally tugging down your bust area along with your bra cups.

He flicked your nipples ambitiously getting multiple whines and whimpers falling from your plush lips with jerks of your hips back against him.

Matt raised a single hand to your mouth, concluding your loudness was just a bit too loud. You clawed at the wooden table as you let your screams muffle into Father Matt's hand.

"What if someone were to come in, slut? Ohh, I bet you'd like that huh? Want someone to catch sweet little 'ol Y/n, the oh so innocent church girl, fucked so deep in the guts she doesnt even know what's happening." The sensation of Matt's cock sliding against your walls rapid was so intense that you started to crawl away from him.

He clawed your hips, pulling you back hard onto him. "Where you running to, dear? Is my dick that good you can't handle it?" He said, refocusing his thrusts to hit that special spot once more.

Mere seconds away from a new feeling coarsing through your lower half, Matt ceased his thrusts and pulled away, leaving you out of breath and starving for more.

His fingers gribbed your hips and-not so gracefully-flipped you around so you were sat on the table, legs spread wide with him in between. He continued on and lined his cock up once again to your aching cunt, shoving his whole length as deep as your pussy aloud him to.

You could barely release a breath as your walls stretched around the strange but pleasured feeling. Your body moved in small jerks as you became accustomed to his size again.

His hand drifted curiously down your mound, brushing over your slicked lips that seemed to open and welcome him in. "You're my best girl, right sweetheart? Gonna cum for me? Your first ever orgasm, pretty. And it's all for me." Your breath sputtered at the foriegn feeling as his fingers explored how wet you were for him in such limited time, playing with your clit, rubbing side to side until your thighs began to shake.

"Uh! Uh-huhhh, 'm gonna-yeah" You gulped out.

Almost as if your orgasmic feeling from before was simply put on hold for only seconds, the way Father Matt's dick prodded at your g-spot had you quickly moaning and begging for more of whatever pleasure you could get.

Your legs shook violently, your combined wetness squelching between your thighs, as your orgasm pulsed over you in quakes, washing you in a mix of chills and warmth as your legs shook in tremors of glorious pleasure you really never thought you'd ever feel.

A tear streamed down your cheek as his dick practically consumed all the air from inside your lungs. He reach a hand to wipe a single tear off your flushed pink cheeks as he chuckled and watched your face contort in numerous different expressions. Most of pure joy and pleasure.

Father Matt started pounding you so good that your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the weight of your head lolling back and forth on each of your shoulders.

He devoured you whole with his dark, lustful gaze. Your mind slipped away into the intense mix of pain and pleasure you felt from his heavenly dick, absolutely stretching you to your final limit.

”L-love this! Cumming, Father!" You eyes squeezed tightly together, hips rotating up and down, wanting impossibly more friction against your clit.

At these words, Matt rolled his hips more intensely. You cried out, unable to move as his body weight pinned you down. Elbows on the table around your head. His groans became loud and unsteady as your tightness and clenching sucked him right back in.

"I'm gonna cum." He groaned into your neck, his teeth grazed your sensitive, flushed skin.

He held you tightly against him as he pumped his full load into you, painting your insides with his sticky liquid.

Soon after, Matt pulls out and cleans both of your bodily fluids up as you starighten out your dress and wipe away any tear tracks.

"Why don't I take you home, dear?" Father Matthew smiled kindly, advancing his hand for yours.

You grinned back, lacing your fingers with his.

"As long as we can do it again, Father Matt."

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

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[yandereteentitans]

Can you do a yandere Red X please? He was such a cool character in Teen Titans (2003) and sadly, there isn't enough content for him

General head canons and maybe even a short scenario? Either or, don't feel pressured!

YES! OH MY GOD YES! I assume you mean the guy after Robin taking over Red X.

[Also DC finally confirmed Brick Pettirosso is Red X???? Like no way- Probably not for TT ['03] though. He's probably just for the newer comics] [Also people who like him probably have a thing for masks-]

Selfish, only cares about himself

Or at least he did until he met you

He was just stalking some rich people, hoping to steal from them, when he noticed you getting kidnapped

He doesn't want to save you, but he's a little bit of an anti-hero and he can't just watch someone else get kidnapped

So, he decides to save you

He's a little annoyed, because he lost his opportunity to steal from the people he was stalking

But it was worth it when you gave him a pearl bracelet as a 'Thank You'

He decides to stalk you now, because he wants to know if you're part of a well off family he can steal from

Bingo! Boy just found the jack pot

Your father is a Ceo of some tech company. Your mother is also a business partner of a huge Casino. [One where a lot of criminal activity seems to happen]

He decides that his best opportunity to rob your place is to wait for you all to leave

And he finds his opportunity when you're heading to school and your parents are held up at work

He was about to leave, when for some fucking reason you came back home-

You pulled at the door, before shoving your hair out of your face. You couldn't believe you had forgotten your computer at home. Also why did it take you so long to notice that you had forgotten it? You rush up the stairs, before stopping halfway when hearing footsteps. No one should have been home-

Your brows frowned, as you peak into the jewelry room. Inside was the man who had saved you a few weeks ago. Your eyes widen and you quickly cover your mouth, but it was to late as you had already let out a gasp.

Red X turns around when hearing a gasp. He leans back, trying to see if someone was behind the door. No one should have been here- He reaches into his utility belt as he slowly walks towards the door.

You could hear his footsteps getting closer. What were you suppose to do? Run? Where would you run too? Your feet were working before your brain, because as soon as the thought 'run' entered your mind, you were running down the stairs and you hid behind a wall.

Now he knew he had heard someone. The click of shoes running away were hard to miss. He pulls open the door and looks into the hallway and down the stairs. He knew whoever it was was still in the house. He softly closes the door, before slowly walking down the stairs.

You could hear him. He was quiet, but the faint steps where still picked up by your ears. You were doomed. You were going to die. You didn't want to die- Not like this. This could be the end. Suddenly your grabbed and pulled into the man. Your eyes are wide as his grip tightens on your wrists

"Oh, it's you." He lets you go, slightly pushing you back which causes you to fall on your butt. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? This is MY house. What are YOU doing here?"

He doesn't answer you, instead looking up as if he was listening to something. There was a knock at the door and then the chauffeurs voice.

"Miss. L/n, are you okay?"

You look at Red X, he looks at you, and you look at him, and he looks at you. Just staring-

"Uh- Yes. I'll be out in a minute." You say, looking at the door, hoping maybe you can look through the door and warn him. Though when you look back to where Red X was, he was gone. "What the fu-" You stand up, trying to look for him, but he was gone, like he had never been there.

The only thing that proved he had ever been there was a large red X on the stands where the Jewlry had once been.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Just Promise You Won't Forget We Had It All

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

Chelsea!Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader

2.9k words

Warnings: Language, no Ted Lasso characters except for Roy, extremely protective father, angst and pining, fluff

Tears welled in your eyes as you stood on the pavement next to your dad’s car, loaded down with all of the things that would fill your room at school. Your mum was rummaging around the boot of the car, quadruple checking that you’d packed enough sweaters for the fall term. Your brother loitered nearby, impatient for you to leave so he could run back inside and get back to the computer game he had been forced to walk away from so he could say goodbye to you; he’d already given you a hug and tolerated a kiss to the top of his head, but your mum insisted he stay until you and your father drove off.

The night before- your last night in London- Roy had invited you out; he wanted to take you to a ridiculously expensive dinner to celebrate your new term, and his quip about having dessert at his place went straight between your legs. But of course, your father decided your last night before taking off to school should be spent at home, just the family. This was, of course, after he made a big show of cutting back that tree outside your window, claiming he’d been meaning to cut down the branch Roy typically used to sneak in. So, despite your mother’s best efforts to persuade your father to let you out after a painfully quiet family dinner, you were taking off to Southampton without getting to say goodbye to Roy Kent.

You were nothing short of completely miserable.

“Let’s get on the road, then,” your father called cheerily as he climbed in on the driver’s side. “Bet you can’t wait to get back, eh?”

The words caught in your throat. No. For the first time, you didn't want to head back to school, away from home and Chelsea and summer and Roy Kent. Away from holding his hand and running through the garden gate in the moonlight, away from him clamboring up that tree and through your open window just to lay in your bed until the sunrise, away from the smiles and winks he’d sneak to you during training, away from late-night drives and kisses in the front seat of his car, away from his laughter and his kisses and his hands and his jokes and the summer you spent by his side.

Before you could formulate a satisfying answer that didn’t betray the absolute agony that had made a home in your chest, a familiar car pulled up behind your father’s. It had barely come to a stop when the driver’s side door opened and Roy stepped out, his own crumpled face matching the expression you had been wearing all day. Without so much as a glance in your father- or anyone else’s- direction, he rushed over to you, taking you in his arms and hugging you close.

“You came,” was all you could manage to choke out as you squeezed him back, fingers clutching his leather jacket.

He nodded, face buried in your hair. “Fucking ’course I did,” he assured you. “Had to make sure you didn’t forget the mix cd.”

A snort flew out of your mouth as you laughed through the tears that had finally begun to fall. “It’s in my backpack,” you promised him. You pulled back, beaming through your tears, memorizing the sight of his brown eyes shining at you. “And I’ll be playing it while I unpack.”

“Good, good.” Roy’s hands rested firmly on your hips, not paying any mind to your family’s eyes on you. “Fuck, I’m gonna miss you, princess.”

“Be a good boy while I’m gone, Kent.” You pulled him back to you, holding him tight so you could whisper in his ear, “Don’t you dare prove him right.”

His breath tickled your skin as he let out a shallow chuckle. “Never. And you don’t let those uni lads steal my girl, alright?”

“Never,” you echoed.

It was far too soon when Roy gave one last squeeze and released you, his own eyes bright with tears that he blinked back rapidly. But you were rewarded with a kiss to your lips, the kind of kiss you knew you’d be thinking back on often in the days to come. To hell with your dad, you thought as you pressed yourself against Roy and tasted that sweet affection. To hell with anyone that’s not Roy Kent.

At least Roy had the good sense to eventually let you go, offering you that lopsided smile that had engraved itself on your heart. “Princess,” he murmured, something in his face changing. His eyes rapidly roamed your face, the cogs in his head turning. His voice was more gentle than you’d ever heard, just above a whisper. “Listen, I-”

Honk!

Your father leaned out his window, frown etched sharply on his features. Rather than bark at you the way he'd been doing lately, he simply furrowed his brow, a silent command to get in the car. Or more likely to get away from Roy Kent.

A groan slipped past your lips as you ducked your head in embarrassment. Leave it to your father to interrupt whatever important- probably romantic- thing Roy wanted to tell you. 

But Roy was completely unbothered. He just let out a tiny huff of a chuckle and kissed your forehead. “Alright, get going,” he sighed gruffly, wiping away the tears that still steamed down your warm cheek. “Can’t miss me if you don’t leave.” He offered you that cocky grin you loved and a wink that made your heart skip a beat.

“Bye, Roy,” you murmured before taking a step back, a step away from him and towards Southampton and fall term.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said firmly, loud enough for your father to hear, the first time you'd ever seen him truly defiant in front of his manager. “Fucking promise.”

With a tiny nod, you walked over to the passenger door, where your mother waited with a gentle smile and open arms. She hugged you tight and let out a soft chuckle. “You’re in for a hell of a car ride,” she warned you. 

“I bet,” you muttered. But then you glanced over your shoulder, back at Roy, who offered your brother a small fist bump before turning his gaze back to you. “But it’s worth it.”

~

The moment you were alone in your room, you fished that mix CD out of the front pocket of your backpack. Doing your best to forget the stony way your father had helped you unload your things and the way he glared at the Chelsea poster he’d spotted in one of your boxes, you quickly plugged in your CD player and hit play, eager to hear the mix you had promised Roy you wouldn't listen to until you were back at school.

I think you’re so mean, I think we should try

I think I could need this in my life

As you sat on your bed, you remembered the first song from that night in Roy’s car, from the night he asked you to be his girlfriend. In your mind, it was kind of “your” song with him. Maybe it was because of the way Roy had held you in the front seat of his car while it played in the background, maybe it was something in the desperate lyrics. But damn, it made your eyes sting as you listened, reminding you of how much you already missed Roy.

Deciding you needed to move about and be productive before you turned the afternoon into sitting and pining, you shot up off the bed and began to unpack your things, relieved to have something to focus on that wasn’t wishing the handsome footballer was there with you.

At last, you dove into the box with the poster that had so offended your father. You unrolled it, smiling at the familiar sight of the men clad in bright blue. Of course, your eyes found that gorgeous bearded face, the one you’d spent hours staring at on this piece of paper. Reminding yourself that this same man was yours, you grabbed some tacks and pinned the poster on the wall above your bed; you knew Roy would take the mickey out of you about its placement, just like you knew your father would be red in the face at the sight of Roy’s picture on your wall. But you simply couldn't bring yourself to care.

“Oh, you’re a football fan?” A friendly face filled your doorway, eyeing your poster with interest. “I prefer Arsenal myself, hope that’s not too much of a problem. My boyfriend likes Chelsea, if that earns me any points.” The girl stuck out her hand, which you shook eagerly. “Jessica.”

You offered your name and a smile, already liking the obviously chatty girl you’d be sharing the room with; there was an ease about her that was hard to resist.

Her eyes returned to your poster. “So who’s your favorite player? Let me guess, that absolute dish Roy Kent?” she teased affably.

Your cheeks burned red; well, she was going to find out sooner or later. “He actually is.” You coughed into your hand before adding, “He’s… also my boyfriend.”

When she realized you weren't joking, her mouth formed a surprised, open-mouthed smile as her eyes lit up with realization. “Oh!” Further realization brought a furrow to her brow. “Oh gosh, that means your dad-”

“Coaches Chelsea,” you finished for her with an awkward chuckle. “Yup, that's me.”

“Wow. Okay.” She let out a sharp breath. “You’ve had quite the summer then, haven’t you? I mean, with your dad finding out about your relationship through a press-” She stopped herself, wincing. “You probably don’t like talking about that, do you?”

Wearing your own grimace, you shook your head. “Not particularly,” you admitted.

Jessica offered an apologetic grin. “I’m making a shit first impression, aren’t I?” She shook out her shoulders and stuck her hand out. “Let’s try again. Hi, I’m Jessica, and I know nothing about stranger’s private lives.”

You couldn’t help but giggle and shake her hand. “Nice to meet you, my dad coaches a professional football club, and I spent my summer sneaking around with his star midfielder.”

“Well,” Jessica finally mused as she released your hand, “maybe if you tell your dad you’re sharing a room with an Arsenal fan, he’ll get over the whole 'secretly dating Roy Kent' thing.”

Jessica’s smile was contagious, drawing out one of your own. Even if you were miserable- over your dad’s continued iciness, over missing Roy- at least you could take solace in the fact that you’d made a new friend.

~

Angela had stopped by to see how you’d settled in and to introduce herself to your new roommate; much to your relief, the two seemed to really hit it off, so much so that Jessica suggested the three of you grab a pint to celebrate the new term and new friends. A perfect idea, you all agreed.

The three of you made your way down to your favorite pub with ease, much more familiar with the trek to get there than you would ever admit to your parents. The walk was all giggles and gabbing and waving at familiar faces that passed by, with a heaping of teasing about your summer with Roy Kent.

“I still can’t believe you finally nabbed him!” Angela gushed as the three of you settled at a table with pints in hand. She turned to Jessica, as if they’d known each other forever, rather than less than an hour. “This one has been in love with Roy Kent since he first came to Chelsea. Honestly, it’s been a little pathetic to watch.”

Blushing furiously, you kicked your best friend under the table with a playful scoff. “Pathetic!” you echoed, your outrage loud enough to cause the couple at the table behind you to turn and look.

Angela nodded, clearly unfazed by your annoyance. “Oh, absolutely. You’ve been insufferable to watch.” With a wicked sparkle in her eyes, she straightened her shoulders and cleared her throat. She batted her lashes and pushed out her chest flirtatiously, raising her voice several pitches. “Oh hi, Kent! Great match today, you were brilliant.” She let out an obnoxiously girlish giggle, the kind you had never giggled in your life, thank you very much. “Are you heading to the changing room? Need some help in the showers?”

Before you could give your friend a piece of your mind- with the help of some swear words that would make even Roy and the lads at Chelsea blush- your mobile rang in your purse. Settling for a dirty look in Angela’s direction, you fished it out and held it up to your ear, too annoyed to bother looking at the name that flashed on the screen.

“‘lo?” you huffed, wondering what you'd forgotten; surely it was your mum asking if she should mail some overlooked items or just wait until you come home and get it yourself.

A deep chuckle hit your ear. “Don't tell me school’s already shit then?”

Your entire body softened as you closed your eyes, picturing that smirk you knew Roy was sporting. “Hey,” you breathed, in a voice suspiciously close to the impression Angela had just been doing. “Sorry, just thought you'd be my mum.”

“Oi, you better answer the phone nicely when she calls,” he teased. “She invited me in for tea and a slice of cake after you and your dad left.”

Disbelief echoed in your laugh. “Did she really?”

Yes, you could just picture it. Your father speeding off, leaving behind a cloud of annoyance and disapproval, along with your embarrassment. Your brother, scurrying back inside to get back to the video games and crisps your parents had made him set aside. And your mother, amiable as ever, turning to Roy Kent with a soft smile and a simple “Fancy a tea?”

“I only stayed for a little bit,” Roy explained, thrilling your heart with the idea that he’d accepted the invitation. “Had a meeting with my fucking publicist. But your mum was lovely.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t think anyone’s mum has ever invited me to tea, actually. It was nice.” The pause on his end was thoughtful. “She said I seem to make you quite happy.”

The girls were going to give you such a hard time about the dopey smile you wore. “You do,” you assured him, eyes trained on the pint in front of you, the bubbles reminding you of the joy that fizzed in your chest whenever you heard Roy’s voice. “Quite happy indeed.”

“Glad to hear it.” There was another pause on his end, a heavier one now. “I just wanted to tell you… I fucking miss you already.” He cleared his throat, reminding you of the early days of your romance, when he’d put up that dour front, the one that protected him and his heart and his feelings. 

“I miss you too,” you whispered, knowing your friends could hear the sentimental words and would definitely razz you for it. “Thank you again, for coming to say goodbye.”

Roy's voice lightened significantly, probably thanks to your soft tone. “Of course.” He cleared his throat, a much less tense cough this time. “Should let you go enjoy your mates. I'll call you tomorrow, alright, princess?”

I'll call you tomorrow.

In the back of your mind, you had been quite unsure about what your relationship would look like, with Roy back in London and you in Southampton. If you were being honest, you'd refused to entertain the thought too much. Some small part of you had worried that Roy would start to lose interest, that you'd begin to fade from his mind and this romance would begin to fizzle.

But Roy's firm promise began to squash down every one of those fears.

“I'll talk to you tomorrow, Roy,” you murmured, resisting the urge to kick Angela under the table when you caught sight of the teasing kissy face she was making.

Before you could hang up, Roy's voice was in your ear again. “Hey, princess?”

“Yeah?”

“I…” He hesitated, a brief moment of quiet that froze the breath in your lungs. “I fucking adore you. You know that, right?”

Your heart- no your entire body- trembled at his words. Sure, you’d had boyfriends and other fellas confess their feelings- even confessing their love- but something about Roy Kent telling you he adored you felt different. Like he was saying something heavier than the sweet words he murmured into the phone, something that burrowed into your chest and settled there contentedly.

Realizing Roy was waiting for your response, you closed your eyes and whispered, “I adore you too, Roy.”

The bashful breath he exhaled was barely noticeable, but damn it was adorable. “Have a good night babe. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Kent.”

Once your mobile was tucked back into your purse, you allowed yourself to look at your friends, whose sharklike smiles were almost sharp enough to burst your love bubble.

Almost.

“Go on,” you groaned good-naturedly, not actually all that mad to be teased about getting a phone call from Roy Kent. “Give me your worst.”

The rest of your night was spent giggling over pints, allowing your friends to do their best impressions of both you and Roy, a smidge grateful when they turned to discussing upcoming classes and their own summer adventures. But, in the back of your mind, your imagination kept wandering to that gruff voice that you had to admit- you already missed.

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[flowershines]

Never leaving you

Sim Jake x F! Reader

Summary: Character and reader have been in a secret relationship but as things have gotten more serious they find more and more that their family would do anything to keep the character and reader away from each other. (Rival families: Forbidden love)

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, family rivals, talking bad about Y/n, humping, teasing, gagging, eating Y/n out, (lmk if I missed any)

Not proof read

“Can’t you just trust me?”

“You and I both knew that when we started dating, things weren’t going to work out.” The anger in his face started to build up, “What the hell are you talking about, Y/n?” he said walking closer to you. “My family doesn’t like Sim’s and your family doesn’t like L/n’s.” Reaching the edge of the bed you took a seat, “So, it shouldn’t matter.” he exclaimed rather loudly “Why are you yelling at me, I was just saying.” His fingers ran through his hair, “Because your pissing me off, Y/n.” you got up from the edge of his bed and headed towards the door of his bedroom. “Where are you going?” He huffed “Once you chill then we can talk about this again.” he walked over to you and grabbed your wrist tightly as he pulled you back to the bed, “No, we are talking about this now.” you rolled your eyes. “What’s the point if your just going to yell at me?”

Just then the sound of his front door opening surprised you both, he turned to you and put his hand over your mouth as he pointed to his bed then down. You understood what he meant, following his instructions you kneeled on the floor then looked up at him as he quietly walked over to the other side of his bed, getting on your stomach you scooted more further under his bed. “Jake, honey, you in there?” Your breathing started to shake from the nervousness of being caught, “Yeah, come in.” as the door opened you held your breath not wanting anyone to hear your anxious breathing. “I just came to get the computer, sweetie.” The sound of the footsteps traveled from one end to the other, “Mom, I have a question.” You thought to yourself that he better not be saying something stupid, “Yes?” “Why do you guys hate the L/n’s?” a sign was heard as the footsteps stopped at the side of his bed. “Jake you and I both know how much pain they put our family in, they are terrible people.”

“But that was years ago.” Nothing was heard for a couple of seconds till his mom broke the silence, “It’s not just that honey, if you want to know more you would have to ask your father. Plus I heard that their kid loves hoeing around with everyone, doesn’t set a good example, and she doesn’t even focus on her studies. Now come on who would want a kid like that.” Those words shattered your heart of course none of them were true but still the fact that, that was how she saw you made you feel useless. “Don’t say that about her, I met her she’s really pretty, nice and really really smart.” Foot steps were seen walking to his door “Jake you know your lying, don’t stick up for her. She’s a nobody.” the door was shut behind her, you didn’t even bother to immediately scoot out from under the bed. You just wanted to stay there hoping his would all go away, “Y/n?” a whisper was heard from next to you. Your mouth felt dry, your hands were freezing, tears fell down your face, you were a mess.

“I’m just gonna go.” You scooted out from underneath his bed and quickly tried to book it out of his room but a hand was placed around your waist which prevented you from moving forward, “Please can we just talk about this now, they are just stopping by; they’re leaving soon.” you signed but nodded towards him. He brought you back to his bed and had you lay down next to him, a knock was heard from his door making you immediately look around and scoot out of his bed.“I’m changing, what do you need?” From the other side of the door you heard his mother’s voice one more “We are going over your aunts house for a bit, there is money for dinner on the counter. Call us if you need anything.” he responded softly “Okay, love you.” she said she loves him too then her footsteps faded away from his door, as the sound of the front door opened then shut.

“See i’m not even wanted here, you heard the way she was talking about me so what’s the point.” He reached for your hand while he laid on the bed, you reached out your hand and put it on his. He tightened his grip and pulled towards him making you crawl to him on the bed, he opened up his arms and pulled you into a hug as you cuddled laying on him. Feeling him comfort you this way made you start to sob in his arms, his fingers ran through your hair while his other hand was drawing circles on your back. “I love you to much to lose you, Y/n. So don’t even mention anything about us breaking up because i’m never leaving you.” His chin was resting on the top your head, you could hear his heartbeat pound louder and louder with each breath he took.

You backed up and looked at him in the eyes staring into them for a second then pulling him into a kiss, his lips were always so soft and warm. You could just stay like this with him forever or at least till both of your parents found out, just as you were about to pull away from his lips his hand that was playing with your hair snaked down to the back of your neck which pulled you in closer. “Never leave me, please.” He mumbled softly against your lips, you opened your lips slightly and he took the opportunity before him as he stuck his tongue in slightly but not to far in. You loved the way how he knew the things that will rile you up the most, his hands would not leave your body; they would go up and down on your sides and pull you further into the kiss.

He just couldn’t take his hands off you, “So fucking perfect.” yo i backed away from the kiss and got on top of his lap bringing your face into the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” You mumbled into his neck “Your parents don’t think so.” he huffed slightly and brought his hand to your hair as he slightly pulled it back bringing your face out from his neck till he can see your face, “It doesn’t matter what they think, I love you and that is all that matters.” the hand on your hair loosened as both of his hands fell to your hips. His hands pushed you more down onto his lap and made your hips move in a back and forth motion, you hummed quietly in his ear. “I can show you just how much I love you.” You nodded on his shoulder as you agreed to the comment he said, the more he moved your hips the more vocal he became.

He started of saying nothing but only breathing moans and shaky breaths left his lips and now an occasional swear would fall from his lips as he started to quietly grunt, moan, and constantly breathe heavily. “Want you inside me, but i just want to relax in your arms.” He looked at you confused you understood why he was confused so you put it into different terms, “I want you to be inside me as we lay here.” he opened his mouth as he nodded. He understood what you meant now, he gave you his approval then you sat up and lifted yourself off of his lap so now you were just hovering over him. You unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his zipper causing him to whine from your teasing, he lifted his hips as well as they met yours again which gave you easier access to pull his pants to his knees.

His boxers were tight on him as it gave you the best sight to see, his cock was straining against they begging to come out as your eyes trailed from the base of his cock to the the tip through the fabric you could see a wet spot. Your fingers ran to the spot making him shutter from the touch, as you ran your fingers through it stuck to them. You brought your thumb up to your pointer finger and rubbed them against each other in a circle motion, slowly pulling them apart from one another his precum stuck to both of your fingers creating a line that connected them both.

Your boyfriend could not resist anymore he just really needed to be inside you, he did almost everything to try and take your attention away from teasing him but nothing worked no matter how much he squirmed or how many times his cock would twitch in his boxers, nothing. You brought your fingers to his waist band and pulled them down slowly as it made his cock bounce back up to hit his abdomen, you brought your face down to his cock and licked a strip along from the bottom of the base to the tip. This man was going crazy underneath you as he was now aching to be touched, even the smallest thing set him off as he would squirm beneath you. You put the tip of his cock in your mouth and slid all the way down so that way your spit would act as lube, making it easier for you both.

The further you went down the more you would gag on him, but it was for the better each time you gagged because more spit would form in your mouth as it ran along the side of his cock. “Fuck.” He said dragging out the last two letters, you got up from you position and hovered over his cock making sure that it was perfect aligned to slip into you. He rutted up his hips till the almost hit you but you pushed them back down and slowly lowered yourself into him while moans fell from his lips, you laid back down into your pervious position; laying you head back on his shoulder.

His hips slowly started to runt up into you with each chance he got which cause you to pull away from his neck, “What are you doing? Thought you weren’t supposed to move?” he hugged your body pulling you closer “Can’t help it Y/n, you feel so warm and soft. Just wanna fuck you so bad.” you snuggled back into the crook of his neck “A little bit longer.” he huffed as his movements stopped. Whines fell from his lips every time you clenched around him, sometimes it was on purpose and the others his cock would twitch inside you which would cause you to clench on him. At this point he didn’t even care about anything else he just needed to find pleasure for himself, “Please Y/n, it’s killing me.” he whined. “You’re so dramatic.”

You mumbled against him, “How much longer?” you lifted your head up to his ear and whispers “Fine, go.” he immediately lifted up your hips with his hips and held you in place as he fucked up into you. His thrusts weren’t slow they were fast but filled with love, you loved to tease him it was your favorite thing to do to him. Of course he has a hard time accepting that but he goes along with it because if your happy he’s happy, his arms were wrapped around you giving you a bear hug as his hips were slamming into you. “I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear as you then lifted up your head giving him a kiss on the lips, his face showed just how flustered he was.

His cheeks turned a light pink that ran from one side of his face to the other, his fingers started to turn white from how hard he was hugging you, his thrusts became more shaky you could tell his legs were giving out. You tried to sit up and struggled a bit from how hard he was hugging up but you did manage to break free from his grip, you tapped on his knees and pushed down his hips. His moans sounded like heaven, a melody that ran through one ear and out the other, his lips were glossy from the spit of him constantly putting his bottom lip in between his teeth.

You placed your legs in a more comfortable position and proceeded to go up and down on his cock while his hands rested on your hips making you slam down onto him harder than before, he always loved it when you rode him because he would see such a beautiful sight; your tits bouncing in front of his face. He wanted to suck on them but to be able to suck on them he would have to sit up while his hands could not leave your sides, “Fuck, Fuck.” he chanted multiple times. “Oh my fucking god Jake, feel so good.” You say sitting on his lap grinding back and forth on him, looking down at him you see his head was thrown back into the pillow, his mouth was open, his brows were knitted together, and his eyes rolled back the more you moved. He was in the most ultimate pleasure.

His cock twitched more with every bounce or grind you did on him, his hands squeezed your hips while he tried to meet your strokes by thrusting up. “I’m gonna c-” His words were cut off as his orgasm already reached him, he pushed up further into you as he came down from his high. Pulling out he saw his cum dripping from your pussy and he swore he could cum again just from the sight, “You didn’t cum?” he asked sounding disappointed in himself. “It’s not a big deal I can just-” “No, no, no Y/n. You made me cum and I didn’t make you cum. Please sit on my face.” He never asked you to do this before and you started to overthink and decline his request. “Jake seriously i’m okay, I don’t need to cum.”

He sighed as you got off from his lap and laid down next to him only for him to trail kisses down from your stomach to your entrance, “But just imagine, you tugging on my hair as my tongue slides in deeper into you. grunts Fuck. I would still be able to taste my cum in you.” His hips started to grind on the bed just front the idea, “Fine, but be fast.” “But I want you to enjoy it.” you stared into his eyes “I will as long as I get to cum, the faster the better and more time for us to hang out before your parents come back.” He nodded as he started to kiss your inner thighs while his fingers started to slip into your entrance one by one, he started to grind on the bed to the pace his fingers were going. He brought his lips to your clit giving it a kiss before he strayed to suck on it while looking up at you, his fingers were quickly moving in you. His tongue trailed from your clit to your entrance as he took his fingers out and moved them to one your clit as he started to create a circle motion.

This man was literally a god, he knew exactly what to do with your body and ways to make you cum very easily. You felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm each time his tongue would curl inside you, your hand snaked down to his hair as he continued to stare up at you. You played with his hair and tugged on it as he did multiple tricks with his tongue, he would moan into your pussy from the stimulation of him humping the bed. Feeling or orgasm come closer and closer the grip on his hair became tighter and tighter, his tongue started to move way faster than it did before as well as his fingers focusing on your clit.

“Jake-e fuck, i’m gon-” Your sentence was cut of as your orgasm hit you while he still continued his motions helping you through it, letting go of his hair he sat up and brought his fingers to his mouth “You taste so fucking good, next time I want you to sit on my face. Fucking suffocate me with your pussy, I love eating you out so much.” you looked down and said “Clearly.” his eyes followed yours which lead to his squirts of cum on the bed where he had been humping it prior. “I couldn’t help it.” He said crawling back up next to you on the bed as he laid on your stomach, he mumbled on your stomach. “I love you don’t ever forget that, and it doesn’t matter if our family doesn’t like each other. I’ll be with you through everything.”

[ripdragonbeans]

Love In The Darkest Of Places // modern!Aemond x Reader

Chapter 10: Vhagar

Summary: You and Aemond decide to get a dog after therapy.

Warnings: talk of animal abandonment

Masterlist

Chapter 9 // Chapter 11

“So. A dog,” Aemond said.

You smiled and nodded your head. “Yes, a dog.”

You and Aemond were on his computer, looking at the application for a dog. It was extensive but you knew it was necessary. “Any specific breed you're looking for?” 

Aemond shrugged. “Not really.”

“I think you'd benefit from a dog on the bigger side,” you said. “One you could cuddle when I'm not around.”

He smirked. “I like that. Though, cuddling a dog will be nothing like cuddling with you.”

Nudging his shoulder with your own, a smile plastered itself on your face. After you bounced off of him, you took Aemond’s face in your hands and pressed your forehead against his. “I just want you, want us, to be okay.”

“We’ll be okay.” Aemond breathed out. “I’ll be okay.”

For a few moments you two just sat there, holding each other and enjoying one another’s company. It was one of your favorite things; when you would do this with him. Nothing else mattered in the world, it was just you and Aemond.

Over the next few days, you and Aemond prepared to bring a dog into your lives. You knew that you weren’t planning on a small one so you made sure to get everything needed for a bigger dog. Shopping for a dog was exhilarating for you, prepping to add a new life into yours and Aemond’s. It made you wonder if this is what it would feel like to prepare for having a child. You caught your thoughts before they could go any further and shook your head.

“You okay?” Aemond asked as he picked up a few dog toys.

You smiled at him. “Never better.”

When it came time to go to the shelter, you kept it a secret. Aemond knew that he was going to get a dog soon, but he just didn’t know when. It was a cozy day when you decided it was time. You refused to tell him anything and for some reason he didn’t seem to put two and two together. Or, if he did, he was just messing with you. But with everything going on and waiting for a response from the dean of the university, he hasn’t been as quick on his feet as usual.

“Where are you taking me?” Aemond asked for the third time.

A secret smile played on your lips as you drove. “It's a surprise, you'll see.” As you focused on the road in front of you, you couldn’t help but notice Aemond stare out of the window with an empty gaze out of the corner of your eye. You knew he was feeling unsure and tired from everything and you wanted to help rectify that. You moved a hand from the steering wheel to his hand on his lap. “I promise, it will make you feel better. And better yet, I’m paying.”

“‘You’re paying’,” echoed Aemond. He chuckled then squeezed your hand in reply. “As you wish.”

A comfortable silence enveloped the car as you continued to drive. If anything, you were buzzing with excitement but kept it bottled up. 

Pulling into a parking lot you announced, “We're here!” You instantly whirled around to catch Aemond’s reaction and you were not disappointed.

Aemond looked at the building in awe. His one good eye focused on the sign, Westeros Animal Shelter. A hand searched for yours and when he found it he did not let go.

“Are you sure?” Aemond asked, still staring at the building.

“You've been through a lot and it's the least I could do for you. You deserve another friend in your life and I figured why not a dog?”

“But can you pay for it?”

You smiled sheepishly. “Okay, I asked your mother for some help. I didn't tell her everything, just that you weren't doing so well and I thought you could use a pet to keep you company when I'm not around.”

A knowing smile graced Aemond’s face. “That sounds more like it.”

Parking the car, you stepped out into the fresh air. A cool breeze blew by as you stretched your arms out. When you looked over, Aemond was doing the same thing but he took his time. You couldn't look away from him. He was beautiful. Even as he simply stretched you couldn't help but be in complete awe of his beauty. 

When Aemond caught you staring he smiled. “Like what you see?” He brushed a few stray hairs that weren't tied up in a bun out of his face.

You chuckled and walked over to him from around the car. “Always.” 

Taking his hand in your, you led him into the animal shelter.

Instantly, you were hit with the smell of dogs and cats and the sounds of many barks. The building was on the bigger side, causing all the sounds to echo. Through all of the sights and sounds and smells, however, you couldn't help but notice how Aemond immediately lit up. Soon, you weren't leading him around but he was leading you.

Everywhere there were rows and rows of cages filled with a single dog occupying the space. Some looked dejected, others looked excited to see new faces. Aemond took his time, visiting each kennel. You haven’t seen him this happy and engaged since… well, since childhood. There was something about having a pet that made everything better. They were someone he could talk to without fear of retaliation.

Eventually, you moved away from the dogs and visited the cats; more for you than him. Aemond was never really a cat person, but you loved them. He didn’t hate them, like some people did, he just didn’t click with them like he clicked with dogs.

A familiar voice called out, “Wanna meet any of them?”

You turned around to see Cregan walking towards you and Aemond with a smile on his face. Aemond stiffened but with a squeeze of your hand you reassured him. 

“There's nothing between us. Never was,” you whispered to him. You turned your attention to Cregan. “Didn't think we'd run into anyone we know.”

Cregan shrugged. “This is where I met Tempest and I figured since I gave her a loving home, I could help these other guys find theirs.” His eyes flickered between you and Aemond. “I see that you two are together?” It was a cautious question.

You smiled brightly, “Yes, we are. And I've never been happier.” Once again you squeezed Aemond’s hand.

“That's great! I was hoping you two would get together eventually.”

At those words, Aemond finally relaxed. You felt him loosen his death grip on your head and could feel the energy around him calm down. He knew now that Cregan was not a threat but rather a supporter, a friend.

“So,” Cregan clapped his hands together, “anyone here catch your eye? I’d love to introduce you to some of our dogs.”

“No one yet,” Aemond started, “but I am looking for an older dog. I don't have the time to dedicate to a puppy.”

“Perfect! We have senior dogs who need loving homes. Follow me.” Cregan motioned for the two of you to follow him.

Walking through the halls you passed multiple dogs. Your heart strings pulled at each one, knowing they were either surrendered or abandoned. If you could, you would adopt every single one and give them a happy home. However, you didn't have that money so following Aemond and helping him rescue a senior dog was all you could do.

“Here's some oldies,” Cregan said as you passed a row of kennels.

All of the dogs looked worn out. Some even devoid of hope. There were, however, some fiery ones that caught Aemond’s eye. He stopped at one kennel. There was a beautiful rottweiler sleeping peacefully.

“What’s the story for this one?” Aemond leaned closer to read the paper on the kennel. “Vhagar?”

Cregan smiled but it didn't quite reach his eye. “She's a fierce one, definitely still has some bite to her. She is very loyal, though. If she likes you she'll be by your side. The only problem is that she has to choose you. So far, every other person who has tried to get close enough to even let her have been growled at.”

Aemond cocked his head to the side. “Can I try?”

“We can when she wakes up. Let's look around a little more. I don't want to wake her up and be grumpy.”

Aemond nodded in understanding then followed Cregan to the other kennels. He looked at you with hope in his eye. You gave him a small smile and gave him a reassuring squeeze of the hand.

“What's going on through that head of yours?” You whispered.

“I think we're going to walk out of here with Vhagar,” he said calmly.

“You sound so sure yet you haven't properly met the girl. She's sleeping,” you laughed.

Cregan turned around, a quizzical look on his face but he continued leading you through the kennels.

“And when she wakes I'll be there,” Aemond said with determination in his voice.

The two of you continued to follow Cregan throughout the shelter and listen to the bits and pieces he knew about each animal. It was a wonder, you thought, that he could memorize all these names and facts of these animals. 

When a small kitten caught your eye you gave Aemond your best puppy dog face with doe eyes but he simply smiled and shook his head. 

“Maybe next time,” he consoled you.

You pouted but left the little kitten alone and went back to Aemond’s side.

“Vhagar should be awake now,” Cregan said. “Want to go say hi?”

Aemond’s answer was immediate. “Yes!”

His enthusiasm made you smile. You haven't seen him this excited about something in a long time, not since you were children.

As you walked back to Vhagar’s kennel, you could feel Aemond's excitement.

“Hey, girl,” Cregan smiled warmly as you all approached her kennel.

Vhagar’s tail wagged when she saw Cregan but slowly went down when she noticed you and Aemond. It was soft, but you heard a growl come from her.

“Are you sure about this, Aemond?” you asked him. “She doesn't look too happy about seeing us.”

It was slight, but Aemond shook his head. He slowly bent down to Vhagar's height just outside the kennel. 

“Calm, Vhagar,” he said as he held out a hand. 

Vhagar cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowed, but stopped her growling. She stayed low to the ground but came closer to the bars of the kennel. Cautiously, she sniffed Aemond’s hand but when he briefly lost balance, she snapped her head back.

“Calm,” Aemond repeated. He held his eye contact with Vhagar. He did not look away.

Vhagar also did not look away. Instead, she bowed her head and pressed it against the bars, against Aemond’s hand. She looked up at him through hooded eyelids and tried to nuzzle closer.

Cregan whistled. “Wow, she likes you. I don’t mean to push or anything but do you want me to get the adoption papers now?”

Aemond kept his eye on Vhagar while a smile played on his lips. “That would be great.”

As Cregan left to draw up the papers, you looked down at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but feel all the warmth and love you had for him. He found a companion who would be there for him when you couldn’t. He found a companion in Vhagar after only a few moments of meeting each other. It was love at first sniff.

“Are you going to keep her name?” You asked him.

Aemond laughed, “Of course. It fits her. Reminds me of a dragon, honestly. There’s a fire that’s still in her; I can tell.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at you. “There’s still a fire in you, too, Aemond. You never lost it.”

“I know.” Aemond got up and pulled you in close. “You remind me that I still have it.” His lips captured your in a soft kiss when someone coughed.

“Not to ruin your moment,” Cregan started, “but I have the papers here. Let’s get the old girl out and we can go to one of the desks up front.” 

Aemond moved you and him out of the way to make room for Cregan to unlock the kennel. When he did, you weren’t sure how Vhagar was going to react. Would she bound towards Aemond? Would she simply walk out? Would she be scared? It was all unknown until this moment.

With a creek, the kennel door opened up. Vhagar had her eyes set on Aemond. Tentatively, putting one paw in front of the other, Vhagar moved towards Aemond. Cregan went behind her and tried to leash her but she growled. 

“Let me,” Aemond offered.

Cregan meerley shrugged and handed the leash off to him.

“This is just going to keep you with me, okay? Calm, Vhagar,” Aemond said to the dog.

Adjusting her collar, Aemond moved it so he would clip the leash onto it. Unlike with Cregan, Vhagar didn’t growl or bear her teeth. She was calm and stood still while Aemond leashed her. Once he did, he slowly stood up so he wouldn’t startle her.

“She’s already trained and everything. Knows a few tricks, too,” Cregan said. 

“Was she abandoned?” you asked.

“No, she was surrendered. The previous owner’s grandmother owned the dog after her passing and couldn’t keep up with her so they brought Vhagar here.”

“How long has she been here?”

“She’s been here a few months. Honestly, if you guys didn’t show up she may only have a couple more months in the shelter. Senior dogs don’t get adopted often and most of the time they just kinda die here.”

You held a hand close to your heart. “My gods.”

Cregan scoffed. “The gods aren’t here to help these animals. That’s on us.”

“Well, that’s…depressing.”

“Sadly, it’s the truth. Now, let’s get everything all official,” Cregan smiled and gestured for you to follow him.

Once again you found yourself amongst rows and rows of kennels with dogs in them. You passed the room full of the cat kennels and smiled. You wanted a cat terribly but knew now would not be the right time. Helaena would be happy to welcome in a new furry friend but you were afraid a cat might try to attack her birds or bugs that she so loved. Shaking your head free of the idea, you continued walking.

Vhagar happily walked beside Aemond, keeping perfect pace with him. She didn't pull or anything; she was perfect. Aemond couldn't help but look at her every now and then. You could tell he was still in shock. Vhagar, this beautiful Rottweiler, was going to help Aemond a lot, you just knew it. 

Moments later, you and Aemond sat on one side of a desk with Vhagar relaxing on the floor and Cregan on the other side typing in a few things on his computer. Aemond's hand in yours, you couldn't help the smile that was on your face. 

“Okay,” Cregan said as he finished typing, “all you owe is four hundred gold dragons, and that is including her de-wormer and aids check.”

A smile graced your face. “Perfect.”

Vhagar trotted happily beside Aemond on the way to the car; like she knew exactly what just happened. She had a new home with a new person who would love her and you felt content. Now that Aemond had a companion, you felt better about leaving him alone at his apartment, as far and few between that is. 

When Aemond opened the door to the car Vhagar jumped in with no problem. She immediately laid down in the back seat and huffed a sigh.

“Tired already, old girl?” Aemond asked the dog.

She merely huffed again in response.

You could see how much happier Aemond was, even within a handful of minutes after adopting Vhagar. 

“She's going to be good for you; she already is,” you said as you began driving.

Aemond sighed. “She is. I already feel better, lighter, even.”

“Good, good.”

The drive back to the apartment was nice. Occasionally, you and Aemond would talk but it would always circle back to Vhagar and how good she was going to be for Aemond and his mental health. 

Vhagar was very content in the back seat, like she knew she was going to her forever home. Whenever you would look in the rearview mirror to get a glimpse of her, she would be laying down with her eyes closed. Whoever her previous owner was had her car trained. She didn’t bark or try to get in the front seat, she just quietly laid in the back.

By the time you had arrived back at the apartment, Vhagar was snoring in the back seat. You glanced at Aemond and gave him a small smile. Of course your new dog would be knocked out in the back. 

“She’s your dog, Aems,” you pulled out your childhood nickname for him. “You can wake her up,” you said as you patted his thigh.

Aemond rolled his good eye and turned around in the seat. Even with the car parked, she had still not woken up. She snored softly. As you got out of the car, Aemond did the same and went around to the back and opened the back passenger door. It wasn’t until then that Vhagar woke up. 

Groggy still, she shakily stood up on the back seat to hop down. When her paws hit the ground she shook herself out, waking herself up. You watched from your side of the car, leaning up against the door, as Aemond took Vhagar by the leash and brought her to the front door. 

Following behind them, Aemond unlocked the door and brought Vhagar in. Unlike other dogs, who would be all over a new place, Vhagar was very calm and didn’t run around. Instead, she dragged around Aemond and sniffed everything.

“Make sure she doesn’t pee on anything!” You called out to him as they continued to venture through the apartment. 

You laughed to yourself as you made your way to plop down on the couch. As you pulled out a book, you could hear shuffling all around the apartment as Vhagar continued to drag along Aemond. With her big size, it was easy for her to do so. She wasn’t aggressive about it, which was good, she was just strong and wanted to go where she wanted to go. 

After a few more minutes of hearing Vhagar aggressively sniff everything, she had finally brought Aemond back to the couch. Aemond sat himself down beside you and put an arm around you. Vhagar, now free of someone holding her leash, circled the ground three times before settling down on a spot at Aemond’s feet. She and Aemond sighed together in harmony, both relieved to be sitting down and relaxing after an eventful day.

You snuggled close to him. “How are you feeling?”

Aemond began to rub your arm. “I’m feeling good,” he said as he nodded his head. “I’m excited about having a dog with me and I already feel a little better.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Of course, you’ve been a great help, as well.”

You smiled and nuzzled your head in the junction between his neck and shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, you inhaled his scent and let yourself relax even more. Aemond was always able to make you relax no matter what. Why, you didn’t know, but you took it in stride, just like with everything else when it came to Aemond. 

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?” You asked him.

“I know that, darling. Just don’t go sacrificing too much for me, okay?” He pressed another kiss to your forehead. “You’ve already gone through so much, we’ve gone through so much. We don’t need either of us getting hurt more.”

You nodded your head and settled against him once more. It was like that for a while. You, Aemond, and Vhagar all together in the living room just taking in each other’s company and enjoying it. It was calm, it was lovely. You couldn’t imagine anywhere else you would rather be. As much as you wanted to stay like this forever, it was not meant to be. 

Aemond’s phone went off, a notification. Eyebrows furrowed, he took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. All the color drained from his face. 

That look on his face did nothing to keep the calm serenity that was just previously in the air. “What’s wrong, Aemond?”

He let out a big breath. “I just got an email back from the dean. He’s requested a meeting between me and Professor Rivers.”

[storiesabouteli]

WarmUps. // Elijah Hewson X Reader! (Fluff)

words: 2.1k

prompt: You have to choose between him and your work, having to deal with your rational pressure of thinking that prioritizing him may always be a problem.

Your computer was still on, the office colder than ever, and your head ached slightly. You were in another city for work meetings. Eli had managed to come along, and all you could think about was getting back to the Airbnb and seeing him. That trip had marked a turning point in your life, one you'd feared from the beginning.

“It’s just discomfort,” Eli said over the phone. You appreciated that he had called—it was a productive distraction.

“But are you at the hotel?” you asked. He could probably picture your raised eyebrows. The background noise didn’t sound anything like the quiet of a hotel room.

You could also picture him running a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “I wasn’t feeling well—body aches, starting to feel dizzy—so I stopped by the ER. I thought they’d give me something and let me go, but apparently, they don’t think I should be leaving on my own.”

You gave a humorless laugh, looking out the window at the sun. It was a beautiful day.

“You were feeling like this in the morning and didn’t say anything?”

“I’m not a wee kid, love. Didn’t want to be the one ruining your work trip, like.”

And it wasn’t as if you didn’t know how much Eli understood what this trip meant to you—just like many other work things had, and you needed to start thinking about that.

“Y’hear me, dove?” he whispered, hearing the movement on your end of the line.

He had traveled all that way just to spend two weeks with you. He had given things up. There was no one else in that city for him—only you.

For once, you needed to think.

“I’m coming to you. Where are you?”

…

When you arrived, you felt a bit like a mother. You found out he’d had trouble with the language barrier and couldn’t communicate properly. You sorted it out easily, once again thinking about how Eli hadn’t hesitated to rearrange his commitments just to be there with you—in another continent, in a language he didn’t speak.

“What did she say?” he asked while you scanned the papers in your hand. You sighed, a little relieved.

“It’s viral. You’re just weak.”

He laughed, and you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him and nestling into him solemnly.

“You scared me a little.”

He brushed your hair away from your face and kissed your forehead.

“I thought I could handle it. I didn’t want to worry you.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be silly. You should’ve said something this morning.”

You meant it—even though you knew he had a point. He probably thought you’d be upset about having to change your plans, and you blamed yourself for that.

He nodded, and the kiss he pressed to your cheek felt heavy—or maybe you were just overthinking things.

You called an Uber. Eli’s body was warm, his eyes visibly tired. Soon enough, his head was in your lap as your fingers played with his curls on the ride back.

At the Airbnb, he took off his shirt, staying in his sweatpants, and curled under the blankets on your side of the bed, clutching your pillow against his face.

“Would you mind leaving a water bottle ‘ere, please?” he whispered, his voice soft and drowsy.

He thought you’d just go back to your normal life.

You looked around, unfamiliar with the Airbnb, and grabbed your phone before heading out.

“Of course, El. I'll be right back.” you said.

Before leaving, you ruffled his hair, making him laugh as he burrowed further into the covers. You kissed his warm cheek, wishing you could stay curled up with him all day. He tugged you back into his arms, and you melted into the hug. Just before leaving the bed, you wrapped your arms and legs around him from behind, and it was lovely feeling his muscles shake with laughter.

By the time you came back with water, he was already asleep. You let him rest, even if he seemed uncomfortable, shifting often and breathing through his mouth. Quietly, you left again, grabbed the prescriptions, and went out to get his medicine.

Your thoughts wandered to that conversation with Ryan before the trip—how he'd said Eli was easygoing, and above all, that he truly cared about you. You felt like you’d lied to him. But it wasn’t a lie—it was just something you hadn’t said out loud.

With nowhere else to go, you unpacked a few things from your bag—and some of Eli’s too—and ended up sitting in the kitchen with the groceries and medications. Before your mind could spiral too far, you messaged Ali. She replied quickly, and you decided to call.

Ali had always been sweet with you. The way you two got along made you realize how important care and kindness were in a relationship. Eli wasn't much different than her. You didn’t want to lose that.

"Talk to him," she laughed, her voice warm and knowing. "He likes you. That’s why you’ll figure it out together. I’m sure your head’s just turning it into more than it is.”

Having to talk to someone closer to him than to sort it out with him directly made you feel like you were betraying him. But you just wanted to know if he saw a future with you in it—neither Ryan nor his mum had given you a straight answer. Not that you could blame them.

Talking about the trip, and how Eli hadn’t adapted well—which had cut into the city plans you’d made together—you asked Ali if she could guide you through making soup. She laughed softly, like she knew something you didn’t.

"It’s rubbish that he’s been unwell," she said, "but I’ve loved having him to myself here, even if he’s mostly been asleep."

You smiled, now on FaceTime, stirring vegetables the way she’d taught you. She was endlessly patient. Sometimes you tilted the camera to show her the pan. You weren’t aiming to replicate her exact recipe, but you wanted Eli to feel comforted.

She walked you through a few final steps. Just as you were waiting for the soup to simmer, you heard him behind you, smiling.

"Last time I saw her, she said she loves that you call, not just text," he said.

You smiled back, realising he’d probably been listening to you both for a while.

"She’s full of brilliant stories. They deserve to be told."

Once a week, you and Ali would catch up like this, sharing bits of your lives—it was comforting knowing she felt the same way about it.

"She helped me with the soup. Think you’ll be able to eat some?" You asked him.

He was smiling, and it was real—but a bit robotic, like he was scared of saying the wrong thing. You popped out a pill from the blister pack, handed it to him with a glass of water.

"I didn’t want to wake you. Thought rest would do you good."

He took the pill, and when you reached out to check his forehead and neck, he smiled as his hands found your waist. He slipped on a jumper. Still a bit feverish, but better. The house now smelled like Vaporub—which you loved and he didn’t care much for. Secretly, you thought he tolerated it because it made you cling to him.

You filled two bowls with soup and toasted some bread. Eli always made a point to compliment things done for him—maybe a bit excessively—but you liked how sincere he always seemed.

"I need to learn how to make this for my future kids, just like this," he said out of nowhere, like it had popped into his head.

You sighed, your heart catching slightly, and replied, "Well, maybe I could make it." That was the bravest thing you could bring yourself to say.

You toyed with the bread, not looking at him. The bowls were already empty. From the corner of your eye, you saw him smile, all teeth, though he quickly reined it in.

Eli had plenty of reasons to throw things in your face—times you hadn’t apologised, hadn’t prioritised him when you could’ve—but he wasn’t like that. He didn’t bottle up bitterness or punish you for being your way. You were trying—for him. You knew you were selfish at times, and he wasn’t.

His gaze drifted, his voice low. "We could talk, y’know. I don’t want you to break up with me. I dunno what’s bothering you, but maybe we could do things different…"

The sentence trailed off, and when you looked at him, confused, you saw he wasn’t going to finish it.

"I like what we’ve got."

You raised your brows, his eyes shining a bit, anxious.

"Your talk with Ryan," he added.

You nodded slowly, feeling a bit of relief. You couldn’t blame him for listening—you hadn’t exactly been subtle.

"Sorry, it’s just—your voice sounded worried, and I was right there…"

You shook your head—it wasn’t a problem.

"I’m not breaking up with you. That never even crossed my mind."

And judging by the way his shoulders relaxed, muscles visibly softening, you realised he’d only heard part of what you said to Ryan.

You stared at your fingers, pressing your nails into them. Eli waited. He always did—waited for you to speak when you were ready. He took your hand gently, playing with your fingers so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

"Can’t be worse than me thinking for three days that you were gonna end things after the trip," he murmured. He was right.

"I…" you began, and he kept tracing your fingers. He seemed at ease, and deep down, you knew he’d deal with this in the most Eli way possible.

"In the last few months, I applied for some new jobs—and I actually got one. It’s really good, in my field. Better pay, too."

You looked up. His eyes still sparkled—he was clearly happy for you.

"That’s brilliant. You deserve that. You’re amazing with your six languages and all those academic things I don’t understand," he teased. There weren't six languages.

You laughed, even with your chest tight. He traced the collar of your shirt, smiling softly, waiting for you to go on.

"It’s in another country, El. I applied thinking I’d never get it, but I just… wanted to try."

You swallowed hard. His expression didn’t change.

"But I don’t want to be away from you. It'll be turning it down. Spent weeks asking people close to you if they thought there was a future for us. Pathetic, I know. I was scared to make a decision."

Saying it out loud helped. Still, your head pounded. You wanted to cry but nothing came.

He leaned in, pulling you to his chest. You heard him chuckle and immediately felt annoyed.

“Sorry," he muttered, and you gave him a light smack. But he rested your face against the space between his neck and chest.

"I think it’s brilliant that you considered me. But you can’t—shouldn’t—turn it down. You have to take the offer. We’ll work it out. Is it in… Indonesia?" he asked, trying to guess the distance.

"Spain."

He laughed again, and it was kind of adorable. The ache in your chest wasn’t so sharp now.

"You do know that’s still in Europe, yeah?"

"Don’t push me, El."

He kissed your forehead.

"You know I don’t want you far away, uh?"

He nodded, holding your waist tighter, pulling you close.

"It’d be worse if it were some place I didn’t speak a word of the language. Imagine every time I get sick, I’d need you to translate at the hospital."

"And why would you be visiting me and ending up in hospital?" you asked, eyeing his flushed cheeks and red nose.

Honestly, he understood your emotional hesitance with relationships. It had taken time, but you were trying. He had nothing to lose.

"Well, I’d have to think harder about Indonesia—it’s a bit far, y’know? But Spain… I could come with you. My job’s flexible. Might mean more travel, but it’s workable. It’s not a problem."

You’d never lived together before. But this was a solution. One you hadn’t even considered.

"Unless it is a problem," he added carefully. "I mean—we could try long-distance for a bit and see how we handle it… and only then talk about sharing a place."

He looked at you with concern, gently cupping your face—his freckles practically begging for little kisses. You were finally happy enough to cry, your eyes stinging with tears.

"Will you make soup for me when I get home from work?"

He grinned wide, cute teeth out, and kissed your nose, your cheek.

"Every day, if you want."

You laughed, body melting into his again.

"Guess I better start practicin’ for our wee ones, yeah?”

He hugged you tighter.

[sheerfreesia007]

Twilight Zone

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader

Word count: 4,014

Content warnings: Angst, infidelity

Summary: It’s the holiday season and to show good faith you agree to spend some time with your father before leaving for vacation with San. But what happens when there’s an unexpected guest to your father’s home?

Part One: Greedy

The clacking  keys on your keyboard are duly muted as lively Christmas music plays throughout your office while you work, you hum along to the music as a soft smile graces your face. The Christmas season is going to be here soon and you’re excited since you had been invited to San’s family Christmas vacation not only by San but also his mother and sister Haneul. 

You were actually really excited to spend the holidays with San and his family because ever since your divorce from Felix you had pulled away from your father. He had been upset at your decision to divorce Felix instead of staying and working it out with him. And while you had tried to explain to him why you weren’t able to do that he had ultimately told you that he would’ve preferred if you had stayed with Felix.

That knowledge had stung quite a bit and had caused you to keep your father at a distance since the divorce. He had tried to reach out to you but after finding out that he had wanted you to stay with a cheater instead of standing up for yourself had made you realize that your father was still misguided in his way of thinking. The distance had been hard for you because your father was your only remaining parent since you had easily cut your mom out of your life after her affair, but with time San and your therapist had helped you get over the hurt of needing to keep your father at a distance. It was better for your mental health to take a step back from your father.

Just as you can feel yourself start to spiral with the reminder that you’re not as close to your father anymore your cellphone begins to ring with San’s ringtone and his silly contact picture pops up on the screen. You smile widely at the picture before taking a moment to save your work on your computer then pick up your cellphone to answer his call.

”Hey Sannie.” You coo into the phone with a warm smile. 

“Hey there sweetheart. Are you almost done with work?” He asks fondly and your eyes dart to your computer screen before falling to the digital clock in the corner of the screen.

”Yeah I should be leaving here in half an hour.” You told him pleasantly. When you went to open your mouth to ask him what he wanted for dinner tonight your desk phone began to ring and you frowned softly at it as your eyes darted over the screen to see your father’s cell phone number displayed. “Hold on San, my dad’s calling my work phone. Can I call you right back?” You ask him distractedly as your eyes continue to stare at your father’s phone number on the display screen.

”Of course babe. Just remember take deep breaths, you’ve got this!” San encourages you sweetly and you smile fondly at him before hanging up with him. You then pick up your desk phone.

”Hi Dad.” You greet your father and cringe slightly at giving away that you’ve recognized his phone number.

”Darling! How are you? It’s been a while hasn’t it?” Your father greets you and the smile that San had pulled from you dimmed slightly at the reminder that you needed to keep your distance from your father for your mental health.

”Yeah it has been. It’s just been a little busy here at work.” You tell him a half truth and he hums in response. “What’s going on Dad? Is everything alright?” You ask him curiously wondering what he had called you for.

”I wanted to invite you and San for a few days to the house to celebrate Christmas. Have you already made plans are do you have some free time to come visit with me?” Your father explains and asks you causing you to frown softly at his words.

”San and I are going to spending Christmas with his family in a ski resort in the next town over. We’ll be there from just before Christmas til New Years.” You tell him and hear his soft sigh in response.

”Alright so your Christmas is booked. But could you come visit before Christmas? I’d like to see you for the holiday.” Your father says in a disappointed tone and you bite your tongue to curb the desire to try and fix his disappointment for him.

”I’ll have to talk to San and see if he’s available.” You tell him honestly.

”Well San doesn’t have to come if he’s not free. I’d like to see you for Christmas if that’s possible.” Your father tries to cajole you into agreeing already to spend time with him close to Christmas.

”I’ll double check with San and I’ll let you know. How does that sound?” You reiterate and hear your father’s soft sigh at your stated boundary.

”Fine, that’s fine darling. Just let me know if you two can make it.” Your father says exasperatedly and you frown as you hear his tone turn harsh and hard.

”What dates were you looking at?” You ask him curiously as you easily pull up your calendar on your computer.

”How about the three days before Christmas Eve?” He asks hopefully and your eyes dart around your calendar before humming softly.

”We’ll have to leave early on the twenty third to get there in time for Christmas Eve. How about we come stay with you on the twenty first and twenty second?” You compromise and your father huffs softly at your words.

”I mean if that’s all you’re willing to give me.” Your father snips out and your eyes narrow irritated as you stare at your computer screen.

”If you’re going to have an issue with what I’m willing to offer than we don’t have to come.” You snap back at him and suddenly your father is backpedaling.

”No, no, I’m sorry. I just miss you darling. I’d be so happy to see you on the twenty first and the twenty second. Find out from San if he’s available and let me know.” Your father says hurriedly. “I hope you guys can make it! Call or text me later when you find out from San. I love you darling.” He says quickly before hanging up the phone. Frowning at the receiver in your hand you hang up the phone before picking up your cell phone and dialing San’s number wondering what had gotten into your father and feeling a pit forming in your stomach.

*-*-*-*

On the twenty first you find yourself staring up at your old family home while sitting in the passenger seat of San’s car. There’s a feeling of unease within you and you can’t place why it’s there. Ever since the phone call with your father he’s been a little more attentive towards you and while you don’t normally respond to him like you used to you still keep the line of communication open. But it all has just been sitting with you weird and you can’t put your finger on it.

”Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours? Everything alright?” San asked softly as his hand slipped into yours and interlaced your fingers. You turned to stare at him he smiled softly before raising your hand and pressing a soft kiss to the top of it. “Tell me.”

”I just feel off. Something doesn’t feel right. He’s been too talkative, too involved almost. It’s like he’s trying to butter me up for something.” You say softly and San looks over at you worriedly.

”We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. If you’re feeling too uneasy about this we don’t have to go.” He reassures you and a smile slips onto your face, the fact that he’s adamant now about having your back whenever you have a bad gut feeling. It was such a nice change from last year when everything went down with Felix. But as you stared at him you knew that with him at your side you’d be able to get through this visit unscathed.

”No, I’d rather just get this over with. Just stay by my side.” You said to him softly with a weary sigh and he frowned softly at your words and the tired look on your face. “I feel like if I don’t go through this visit I’ll regret it and never hear the end of it from my Dad.” You confessed softly and San’s face softened at your admission.

”That’s not really the best reason to have a visit with your Dad. But if you’re sure about this. I’ll be there right by your side the whole time.” He promised solemnly and you smiled sweetly at him before leaning over the center console and kissing him sweetly on the mouth.

”Thank you.” You whispered against his mouth and he hummed softly before pulling you into a deep kiss.

”Darling! You made it!” Came your father’s loud cry and you reluctantly pulled away from San to look out the windshield at your father. With another tired sigh you nodded your head and stepped out of the car. Raising your hand you waved at your father before walking to the back of the car where San eagerly met you and popped the trunk to grab your things. He then let you lead him up towards the house where you father waited for you excitedly.

When you walked up the steps and were close enough your father pulled you into a tight warm hug. You returned the hug but still felt slightly off in his embrace and it made you pull back sooner than you normally would which made your father frown softly at your reaction. He held your shoulders and let his eyes trail up and down your body before grinning widely at you.

”You look wonderful darling!” He said happily as he turned to lead you into the house. You frowned as you realized that he hadn’t greeted San at all before entering the house. San’s arm came up around your shoulders and gave you a side hug before pressing a kiss to your temple to show that he didn’t want to make a scene about it. Choosing to follow San’s lead you stayed quiet and walked into the house with San following close behind you. 

As your father leads the two of you into the living room your eyes spot someone already sitting on the couch and you feel your heart thud heavily in your chest with unease. Felix sits on the couch with his elbows on his knees as he watches television, but when he hears your father enter he immediately stands up to greet you as if he had known you’d be coming. The feeling of unease and dread consumes you causing you to feel your breath stutter in your lungs. When San enters the room behind you and notices Felix he steps close to your back until he’s touching it giving you all the comfort and reassurance he can’t just with his presence. You notice Felix’s eyes darken when he spots San standing tall behind you and you internally scowl at his reaction, did he actually think that you would come to your father’s holiday visit without your boyfriend? How did that make sense at all?

”Dad you didn’t tell me that you would have other company for the holiday.” You say warily as you stare at Felix who glares at San. Turning to your father you completely ignore Felix to watch your father smile widely at you with a hopeful look on his face.

”I couldn’t abandon him during the holiday. He has no one to celebrate with!” Your father implores you and you frown softly  at his words as you remember seeing Felix with the woman he cheated on you with at the farmer’s market last weekend acting like a loved up couple. You had gone there with San since that was your normal routine on the weekends and the two of you had spotted Felix and his girlfriend there.

As you open your mouth to refute your father’s claims San’s hand comes to rest gently on your shoulder causing you to turn your head to look at him. He shakes his head and you furrow your brows slightly before closing your mouth. San obviously had a reason for not telling your father about Felix’s girlfriend and while you don’t agree with staying quiet you follow San’s lead again. 

“Where will we be sleeping?” You suddenly ask your father and he tilts his head to the side at your question and you gesture a hand to you and San causing your father to flush with embarrassment.

”You can’t sleep in the same room.” He blurts out and your face twists into a scowl at his words.

”What are you talking about? We’ve been dating for almost a year now.” You say confused as you watch your father begin to splutter at your admission of dating San since after your divorce was finalized.

”It’s okay, it’s your home. We won’t sleep in the same room.” San says graciously and you frown darkly at his words as you turn to him quietly. “I won’t disrespect your father in his own home.” He says softly to you and you feel at a loss as you feel your control on the situation slipping and San’s reassurance quickly disappearing.

”Good, darling will sleep in her old bedroom while San you’ll sleep in the spare room down the hall.” Your father says happily as he claps his hands and you watch him with a shrewd look on your face noting the distance that was just placed between you and San.

”And where’s Felix sleeping?” You asked your father with a wary look on your face.

”Right next to you in the attached bedroom.” Your father answered and you instantly stiffened at his words. San quickly slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you back against his chest trying to reassure you and calm you down.

”Dad, don’t you think that’s more inappropriate than me sleeping in the same bedroom as San?” You asked bewildered as you stared at your father incredulously. Your father frowned darkly at you and San tightened his arm around your waist knowing that if you pushed your father too much he could possibly ask San to leave and he didn’t want to leave you completely alone in the home with your father and ex-husband.

”No, not at all.” Your father snipped at you and you stared at him bewildered as you tried to understand what he was trying to do.

”It's okay, sweetheart. We’ll make it work.” San said softly to you and you frowned as you turned your head to him surprised. He looked down at you with a softened look on his face trying to get you to understand his concern. “C’mon let’s go put our bags down in the bedrooms and take a moment to relax.”

”Yes, go on upstairs darling. You should relax before we all have dinner together.” Your father said happily as he grinned at you. Frowning still, you nodded your head at San before leading him upstairs to the bedrooms, not even bothering to spare a look at Felix who had been watching both you and San avidly throughout the whole exchange.

Once you made it upstairs to your bedroom San set your suitcase down on the bed while you walked over to the attached bathroom and locked the door that led into your bedroom from the bathroom. San sighed softly as he ran a hand over his face tiredly and exasperatedly before sitting on the edge of the bed. You walked over to him and stood between his parted legs and he looked up at you quietly.

”I don’t want you to think that I’m siding with your dad. I’m not. I don’t know what he’s thinking but I don’t want to push him too hard and have him ask me to leave. I’m not going to leave you alone in this house with the two of them. Don’t worry, we’ll get through this together.” He promised you softly and you frowned at his words finally understanding why he had agreed to what your father wanted.

”Alright, let’s go get you settled and then we can take a nap in your room. Just because I can’t stay with you in a room tonight doesn’t mean I’m going to stay in here for Felix to come and find me.” You said derisively and San nodded his head with a soft smile before eagerly getting up off the bed and following you to the spare bedroom.

*-*-*-*

Dinner that night is awkward when you and San walk into the dinning room. The table is set with four plates and you instantly notice that there’s a place set right next to Felix while another place is set across the table from him. You frown softly at the blatant intention to get you close to Felix before San’s hand grazes your back and you watch as he moves around you and takes the seat next to Felix. Your father frowns darkly at that and Felix shifts in his seat before smiling brightly up at you while you take your seat across from both him and San.

”So darling tell me how has work been? I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever.” Your father began to ask as dinner was served to everyone.

”Work is good it’s been busy.” You tell him vaguely and he nods his head quickly at your words before opening his mouth once more.

”Did you know that Felix finally launched his business last month? He’s been doing very well on his own after the whole incident.” Your father began to ramble and your eyes narrowed slightly at his mention of your divorce.

”You mean the incident where Felix cheated on me with his friend?” You asked bitterly, feeling anger rise up inside of you at how your father tried to brush over something traumatic that happened to you. You watched in disbelief as your father waved his hand in the air dismissively and you felt your eye twitch at his gesture.

”Yes well with the holiday season coming up don’t you think it’s time for you to forgive and let go of the past?” Your father asked hopefully as he cut into his steak before popping a piece into his mouth. Your head whipped to the side to stare at your father with a look of concern on your face.

”What?” You asked in shock as you stared at him.

”The two of you should catch up for old time’s sake and see if you can rekindle a friendship.” Your father said as he continued to cut into his steak and you felt as if you were insane while sitting there listening to him try to suggest that you should befriend your cheating ex-husband once more. 

A feeling of helplessness overcame you and you felt as if you were transported back to the time when you tried to tell your father about your mother’s affair that she had been having all those years ago. You sat there staring down at your plate feeling like the helpless teenager trying to make your father understand that his wife didn’t respect him or their relationship as he turned a deaf ear to you. Feeling something almost click into place within you you sighed loudly effectively silencing the dining room before lifting your head and turning towards your father.

”Have you hit your head sometime within the last week?” You asked darkly and your father scowled at you in return as his eyes narrowed.

”Excuse me?” He asked in quiet harsh tone and you shook your head at him.

”You must have if you think I would ever entertain getting close to my cheating ex-husband again.” You said in an uncompromising tone and your father frowned softly at you as Felix stared at you with wide worried eyes and San watched you in silent awe. “I am not you Dad. And I will not let you disrespect me, my relationship with San or my intelligence.” You said coldly and your father began to open and close his mouth trying to find the words he wanted to say.

”Darling, please calm down.” Felix said softly in that sweet tone that he always used on you to reign you back in while you two had been together. You slowly turned your head to stare at him indifferently and he flinched back in his seat.

”I am calm and I can clearly see that coming here was a mistake.” You said confidently as you glared at Felix. “I will not be forced or coerced into spending time with my ex-husband who didn’t even have the decency to tell me that he no longer wanted to be in a committed relationship with me.” You spat out coldly while still staring at Felix with hard cold eyes.

”That’s enough!” Shouts your father and you lazily turn your head to stare at him. “I will not have you insult my guest! If you choose not to get back together with Felix than you leave me no choice but to disown you!” Shouts your father and then smirks comically at you as he crosses his arms over his chest while leaning back in his chair. 

Your eyes dart over to San and he watches you with wide eyes, you watch as his eyes stay locked on you worriedly and you feel the love and concern he has for you from across the table and feel yourself soak it in. It fills your body with warmth and confidence as you boldly nod your head before setting your cloth napkin down on the table next to your plate and standing from your chair.

”If that’s what you think is best, then do it.” You say coldly before you tilt your head to the door gesturing for San to leave with you. He stands eloquently and meets you at the doorway leading out to the hallway.

”Darling!” Felix calls out surprised and you look over at him with a slight sneer on your face.

”Go back to your girlfriend Felix. She must miss you tonight.” You say coldly and he flinches back once more in his chair.

”They haven’t been together since the divorce!” Your father snaps angrily and you look over at him to see him glaring hatefully at you and all you feel is pity for the misguided man as you scoff softly at him.

”They were out on a date at the farmer’s market last weekend Dad. I’m sure she’s been warming his bed since they started cheating together.” You said with a shrug of your shoulder. Felix opens his mouth before snapping it closed and your father turns to him quickly with an angry look on his face. You take that moment to wrap your arm around San’s and lead him back up to your rooms to collect your things and leave. “Do you think your family would be too mad at us for showing up early to the resort?” You ask softly and San grins widely at you before shaking his head happily.

”They were more upset that we wouldn’t be there for another two days sweetheart.” He says softly while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I’m so proud of you.” He gushes before the two of you quickly leave the house with your suitcases in hand.

*-*-*-*

The next week is absolutely perfect for you as you’re surrounded by people who love and cherish you just as much as you love and cherish them. And as you cuddle up to a giggly San while uploading the picture of your hands entwined showcasing your brand new sparkling engagement ring you find the moment slightly bittersweet but absolutely perfect for the two of you just like how your relationship has been since the beginning.

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[aoioozora]

Simon.

Part 16

Chapters Masterlist

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au Note: Happy New Year!!! I really enjoyed writing this part. I hope you'll enjoy reading it too. Also this series is coming to an end soon in most likely 2-3 chapters 🥺 But more on that later.

When Simon was about five years old, he and Tommy visited the army base where their father worked. While their mother excused herself to go to the restroom, she left the boys with Peter in his office. 

“Boys, I have work to do, so I need you both to sit here and be quiet, do you understand?” Peter commanded as he laid his heavy hand on the backrest of the couch and then moved towards his desk, his shoes thumping loudly on the tiled floors. 

“Yes, daddy,” the boys chorused in unison like soldiers under his command and promptly sat on the couch, Tommy with his toy truck and Simon with his stuffed shark. 

Peter nodded approvingly and sat at his desk, beginning his work immediately. While Tommy busied himself with rolling his toy truck on the arm of the couch, Simon looked about the dull, imposing office. He wanted to know about the papers pinned on the cork boards, about whatever he stuck under the glass of his massive wooden desk, and what work his father was attending to.

He looked longingly with his big, innocent brown eyes, wanting to crawl onto his father's lap and watch him work and ask him his numerous questions. But he sank his head down, knowing his father would dismiss him with the words, “you’re too young. You won’t understand it.”

Even though there was the occasional rustle of leafing papers and the clacking of the computer keyboard, the silence was deafening. Simon could hear a high pitched buzz in the air, the one you hear in complete, utter silence. He felt his temples tighten. Glancing between Tommy and his father, he saw that neither of them noticed the buzzing. 

Two knocks on the door echoed within the room, breaking the spell. Simon instantly pulled his little legs up and got on his knees, looking over the backrest and hoping his mother had come back to brighten up the room with her smiles.

“Come in,” resounded his father’s deep voice.

The door opened to reveal, alas, someone else. The man, dressed in a green field uniform, also looked just as grim as his father. As he stepped closer to the couch, he noticed the boys, and a small, eager, but tentative smile lifted the corners of his lips.

“Your sons, sir?” he asked. Simon shyly moved closer to Tommy. 

“Yes, my sons. Thomas and Simon,” answered Peter, detached. He went straight to the point. “What’s the news?”

Simon listened to their conversation. He didn’t remember much of it, but he clearly remembered his father growing more and more agitated as the man spoke. His face was flushed red, brows furrowed, and his voice was deafening like a clap of thunder on a dismal, dark day. The boys were no stranger to seeing their father like this, particularly Simon, who was more-or-less the most mischievous of the two.

He didn’t remember what his father screamed about or slammed his table for, but he did remember feeling his tiny little heart being clenched, squeezed until it hurt, until it wrung out tears from his eyes and a whimper from his dry throat. He nudged his little head under Tommy’s arm, begging to be shielded, wishing that his mum would come back and cradle him in her arms and whisper comfort to him.

He watched his father fearfully after he dismissed the man, and saw how he pushed his chair away and lighted a cigarette. He took his even march towards the window and stood there smoking. Simon dared not to even croak, and neither did Tommy. Dad was sometimes a keg of dynamite, and even the slightest spark could make him explode. 

This terror remained with him, and it resurfaced in his mind as he stood in front of the door to his father’s study. His hand hovered over the knob, trembling and hesitating. He didn’t even want to be in the same room as his father. The mere thought of it was suffocating. But it had to be done. Father’s orders. 

He hastily put his hand down on the knob and opened the door. It opened with a soft creak, and Simon entered. His breath felt shallow upon seeing his father facing the large, open windows. Even the pleasant day outside didn’t ease his nerves. His father didn’t turn around to acknowledge him.

Simon wiped his clammy hands on his jeans. “You called, sir,” he spoke stiffly, as if he was a reporting lieutenant. He had many times addressed his father this way, out of coldness or fear or respect, or even a mingling of all three. 

Peter finally turned around. A smoking cigarette was in his hand, fumes encircling him. Simon’s eyebrows raised slightly. If dad ever smoked, it meant that whatever was sifting in his mind was serious, of paramount importance. “What on earth”, he wondered, “does dad want to tell me?”

“Sit down, boy,” Peter commanded in a rumble that sounded like distant thunder, now turning around and pressing the tip onto his clean ashtray on the desk.

Simon obeyed, sitting down on the chair. His eyes followed his father as he paced slowly about the room. His grizzled brow was furrowed in thought, and he paused his pacing every so often to turn to his son with an earnest look in his eyes as if he wanted to say something difficult, but he turned away as soon as he did. Simon shifted in his seat, uncomfortably watching his father’s mental tussle. 

Peter finally stopped his pacing and stood still behind the table. He looked at Simon directly. 

“Your girlfriend,” his voice slightly rose in pitch and then lowered as he trailed off, “...She's a nice girl.” 

“Yes, she is,” Simon answered, somewhat guarded. 

“You've chosen well.” 

Simon had to fight the urge to raise his eyebrows. Compliments from his father were rarer than a cow jumping over the moon, especially when it had anything to do with his choices. “I… Thank you,” he faltered slightly. 

Peter paced around once more. He eyed the cigarette in the ashtray and his fingers twitched. Putting a hand on the backrest of his swivel chair, he squeezed it, still evidently struggling. Simon didn't dare make a sound. 

“It's been an age since we last spoke like this.” He snatched the cigarette and lit it again, and Simon watched keenly as the fire burned the blackened edge once more, now engulfing it in glowing red embers. Peter took a long, greedy drag while he waited for his son to reply, but heard nothing. He asked, “When was the last time?” 

Simon's head dipped slightly in shame, and his eyes left his father's face to look at the carpet. “I don't remember,” he lied, his hand instinctively rubbing his jaw on the left side, fingers brushing against his scar.

Peter's eyes narrowed slightly and he sighed out the smoke he drew in. “Well, it doesn't matter. It's in the past,” he said, his voice evidently turning more subdued like the soft breeze that blew in through the open windows. 

Simon's jaw tensed slightly. This was unusual. His father knew he lied; he was expecting a stern lecture like he always did. But nothing. He couldn't tell if his father was actually being nice for once or if the tobacco was getting to his head. 

But the words “it's in the past” repeated in his head like a broken record. Was this forgiveness? Was this his way of being apologetic? He didn't dare to even hope. Was he lying? No. His father was an upright man and would not compromise on his integrity even to his own detriment. He was not lying.

Peter took another drag, a shaky one. “I'm glad you came today, Simon,” he exhaled the words out along with the smoke, “I hope you come more often.” 

Simon pursed his lips into a thin line and breathed in shakily, fighting to keep his chest from heaving. “Yes, sir,” he answered in a whisper.

“Dad,” the father corrected.

“Dad,” the son amended.

____ could not stop twiddling her thumbs and glancing at the hallway from the couch she sat on. Ever since Tommy informed her some thirty minutes ago that Simon was in the middle of a conversation with their dad, she couldn’t help but worry. Time seemed to drag on painfully slow, even slower when she kept watching the clock that ticked slower than her heart. 

Tommy, seeing that she looked worried, tried to distract her with conversation. He told her about Emma and Emilia’s childhood antics, of them trying to climb up his legs like monkeys, and them cannonballing into pools. It worked for a time and made her laugh, although her worries still festered and churned in her stomach like she ate rotten food. She didn’t know where Peter’s study was and at every pause in Tommy’s stories, she tried to strain her ears towards the hallway to catch any snatches of conversation. Nothing could be heard of course, and she was forced to relent and give all her attention to Tommy.

Soon, the crack of the door knob from the hallway resounded, and ____’s head whipped upwards. Tommy’s chatter abruptly stopped. She saw Simon step out and then enter the living room, sighing heavily. His fair face was pale and somewhat confused, but there was evident relief and even a gleam of satisfaction in his dark eyes. 

“What did dad talk to you about?” Tommy asked as casually as he could.

Simon inhaled, glancing at his girlfriend. “He… just told me he was glad to see me home. He asked me to come more often.”

Tommy’s face beamed and he gave his younger brother an affectionate clap on the back, also relieved. ____ couldn’t help but sigh and smile herself.

When it was time for the couple to leave, Eloise hugged them both tight, but she hugged ____ a hint tighter and whispered in a tremor, “Thank you for coming, my dear.”

As the two walked to Simon’s motorcycle, she smiled at him. “I had fun today.”

Simon smiled. “Me too.”

The split second she took to observe his face told her that the shadow of pain and stress that had always shaded his dark eyes seemed lifted, replaced with a certain vitality, joy, and disbelief. Though he didn’t show it entirely, she could tell.

Putting on their helmets, they got on the motorcycle and off they went. She had her arms held tight around Simon’s waist, and as they rode down the highway, she watched the sunset in the distance. The sky was clear and vast, and painted in a gentle gradient of rose and apricot. The fading sunlight gilded the grassy plains and rustling trees. The wind whistled against her helmet noisily, and the air was damp and cold, but with her arms around her boyfriend and with the breathtaking landscape set before her, she couldn’t help but feel like she was in a dream. She squeezed his waist involuntarily and leaned her helmeted head against his back. 

She felt like the shadow over her own thoughts had lifted too. She didn’t think that hearing John out would give her so much relief. And now knowing that things were alright between Simon and his father, her relief was doubled. She squeezed Simon again and closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth, enjoying the happiness.

She felt a gentle touch on her knee, and upon looking, she found Simon’s hand resting there for a moment before returning to the handle. She smiled and blushed to herself, feeling flutters in her stomach.

“Are you hungry?!” Simon screamed over the rushing wind.

“No!” she screamed back. Her stomach and her heart were already full and bursting. She squeezed Simon again, and this time, he gave her hands a soft pat. It was warm, so utterly warm that she forgot how cold the air was. She was glad, so utterly glad that she didn’t bail on this appointment to go out with Alejandro.

Thirty minutes passed and the city was in sight, but so were the rain clouds hanging low over the buildings. Simon twisted the accelerator and the engine roared; at the increase of speed, the pillion rider felt like her body was yanked back and ready to fly off. 

“Hold tight!” Simon yelled again, and she quickly put her arms around him and squeezed her eyes shut. 

No sooner had they swept into the city streets, the showers began falling heavily and earnestly like a waterfall. Simon cursed under his breath. As if to make things worse, the street they were on was clogged with the traffic of people trying to get home from work. There was no space even to squeeze through the cars and slowly make their way up the long queue, and their only choice now was to wait the traffic out.

Sensing that it would be long, Simon killed the engine and then peeled off his leather jacket. “It’s really pissing it down. Here, wear this,” he said, holding the bunched up garment over his shoulder, “You’re getting wet.”

“What about you?” she asked reluctantly.

“I’m fine, darling. Just wear it. And be quick,” he urged, now reaching his hand behind and placing the jacket on her lap. 

She quickly put it on and zipped it up all the way to the collar. The familiar scent of rainforest and chocolate, and the soft texture of the tartan lining made her feel warm again. But it was instantly replaced by pity for her boyfriend. The rain fell mercilessly, and the battering was deafening against the helmet; his coffee-coloured t-shirt darkened almost instantly and the weight of the wet fabric clung to his shoulders and his upper arms, softly defining the muscles underneath.

She felt the water dripping from the helmet drop into the crevices of the jacket and trickle down her warm collarbone to dampen her clothes. Even that made her shiver, but she couldn’t imagine how much colder Simon felt.

She leaned against his back. “Aren’t you cold, Simon?” 

He leaned back against her chest. “No, I’m fine. I’ve gotten wet in the rain on rides a lot, so it’s no big deal,” he assured her, giving her knee a gentle squeeze.

“But still, I feel a little bad that you had to give up your jacket for me.” She pressed against him further regardless, wanting to share her warmth with him, no matter how little it was. 

“Darling,” he shook his helmeted head, “I won’t sit back and watch my girlfriend get wet in the heavy rain when I can prevent it.” He gave her knee a light, chiding slap. “And besides, I know you get cold easily.”

Her eyebrows rose slightly. “How did you know that?”

“You remember the day we hung out together? The first time? There was a heavy rain before I came to pick you up, and when I came, you were wearing my jacket. You looked cold,” he explained, rubbing his thumb on her knee as his eyes darted at the traffic ahead to check for any sign of movement. 

“I didn’t think you noticed.”

He looked at her. She met his dark eyes, and saw how the lights of the surrounding cars made them shine. A flutter tickled her stomach.

“Why wouldn’t I notice things about my own girlfriend?” he asked matter-of-factly, as if she said something silly. 

She smiled sheepishly and blushed. “Of course. Why wouldn’t you?” Yet another characteristic to add to her male lead, Frederick’s personality. 

The vehicles up front slowly began to move. Simon sat up straight and turned the key in the ignition, making the engine roar to life. He instantly swooped past the cars like a lizard at the first opportunity. He was pelted by the heavy rain, and combined with the speed he was going, his exposed arms felt like they were being pricked by huge needles. It stung, but he felt a manly pride for being able to protect his girlfriend from the elements.

Before long, he rolled into the indoor parking of the building he stayed in and smoothly parked in his allotted spot. Heavy sighs of relief followed as they got off the vehicle and took off their helmets.

“You okay?” he asked, straightening and stretching his sore back slightly, “You aren’t too wet, are you?”

“I should be asking that to you. You’re drenched!”

Simon looked at himself and pinched the front of his shirt, pulling the wet fabric slightly off his chest. He did feel a little icky having wet clothes sticking to his body and longed to get inside his apartment and peel it off. “One of us had to be, darling, and it wasn’t going to be you,” he  pinched her nose. “But don’t fash yourself, it’s not a big deal. Some wet clothes aren’t going to kill me.”

That’s what he thought until he started sneezing repeatedly into his equally wet handkerchief as they entered the lift. She looked at him, all sopping wet and dripping like a towel that wasn’t wrung dry. She let out a heavy sigh.

“All that sneezing is going to kill you before the wet clothes do…”

End of Part 16.

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[the-morningstar-family]

Well this should be interesting.....

Alastor feels glued to the ground. Surely he's mistaken. Surely he's hallucinating. How- why-

Both her and his eyes are wide, staring at each other.

Husk: “No fucking way-”

As with anyone after death, they might look very different from when they were alive. They might look the same. Theadora certainly had a few human features. But what makes Alastor's heart ache is the voice he just heard and those wonderful eyes he's missed so much.

He's halfway torn between running away, so she'll never see what he has become or rushing to her, to hold her close and bite anyone who dares to seperate them.

This mental indecisiveness translates to him staying still like a deer in headlights. Until his legs finally make a decision before his brain does. Like in trance he staggers forward. Only to be stopped by a blade.

Lute: “Watch it, sinner”

He sneers, but doesn't move. He's not as agile as usual. But Vaggie is soon between them.

Vaggie: “You watch it. This is our home”

Lute: “That sinner has no business mingling with a winner-”

Lucifer is already rushing down, already fuming seeing Lute far too close to his pregnant partner with an angelic speer

Lucifer: “Take that speer away!”

The fallen angel stops himself as he sees that the both deers have already layed eyes on eachother.

Theadora looks so tired and sickly, and it makes the demon nauseous. It's supposed to be perfect for her, she certainly earned it. Theodora doesn't care and goes around Lute to her son. The demon almost makes a step back as she reaches out, afraid of her disappearing, that all of this is a hallucination. But no, solid hands cup his face, and he only can take a jerky breath.

Theodora: “My darlin' sweet Alastor. My Alli... I thought I'd never lay eyes on you again.”

Alastor: “Mama….”

Few things take away the radio demons speech. He puts his hands over hers.

Father like daughter, both Lucifer and Charlie look teary eyed at the display. The rest is still trying to compute.

Suddenly there is a light glow emitting from both their chests. The exorcist separates them with her speer.

Lute: “What are you doing?!”

Lucifer: “I told you to take that away -!”

Alastor: “I didn't do -!”

The glow turns black and bunch a bit over. Lucifer is quick to get to his partner to support him, while Lute goes to Theadora.

Lute: “Stop that!”

Alastor, huffing: “I'm not doing anything!”

He wants to go back to her. The need feels as strong as breathing. Sera finally descents the stairs.

Sera: “What is going on?! You are supposed to heal her not hurt her!”

Lucifer: “This just happened! I don't know what this is!”

Sera: “As it seems we can't come to agreement -”

Lucifer: “No! Wait, we can figure this out!”

Sera: “We can not. It is my duty to protect heaven-”

A portal opens and Lute gets ready to help Theodora through. But both deer's eyes widen.

Alastor and Theodora: “Wait!”

They manage to get back into each other's arms, and immediately feel relief. Both of the pain and from the fear of being separated yet again. The glow changes back. They all stand still. The seraphim seems angry.

Sera: “Lucifer. Explain this!”

Lucifer: “I have no clue. We don't- No one has any idea how soul rot works… I think - maybe they need to stay together?”

Lute takes visibly offence to that, Alastor, in turn, subtly puts himself In front of his mother.

Lute: “You are not taking her hostage”

Lucifer: “What? No I mean-”

Lute: “No winner will stay in hell, and not sinner in heaven.”

The king doesn't know what to say, he turns to the seraphim.

Lucifer: “Sera- it would harm them both- And Alastor can't -”

Sera: “I don't want her to stay Lucifer.“

Lucifer: “What other choice is there?”

Theodora: “Sera, it's alright”

Sera: “How am I supposed to explain this?”

The radio demon has by now regained his wits, and playing his well practiced persona.

Alastor: “If I may? He'll is no stranger to the rot, but what just happened is entirely new, and much faster”

Lute: “Oh all of the sudden? I don't believe filthy sinners!”

Theodora frowns. Trying to step out from behind Alastor, who desperately tries to stop that.

Theodora: “Don't you call my boy filthy.”

Alastor: “Wether or not you believe me, the fact of the matter is, that if you separate us, we might very well die. And I cannot let that happen”

He draws the attention back to himself. No he can't let that happen. He'd die, his babies would die his Mama would die. No that is something he will not be responsible for again.

Lute: “So you are holding her hostage”

Alastor: “No, but I will not let her-”

He grows more demonic, but there is a small tug on his jacket, and he realises who's watching him. He turns his head back to his concerned mother. The distraction is long enough for Lute to gear up and swing-

And in the being stopped last second by Lucifer, now in his full on demonic form.

Lucifer: “ĐØ₦'₮ ɎØɄ Đ₳ⱤɆ!”

Behind the king, Alastor takes his mother and takes a few steps back out of reach with both angels.

Lucifer: “For the protection of both Alastor and Theodora, I declare that they both stay in hell, until we find out how to heal them!”

Sera: “You have no right to rule over angels”

Lucifer: “And you have no right to rule over sinners”

They stare at each other, the air is thick with dread. One can hear the fire sizzling on Lucifer's head, and Sera's wings are visibly tense.

Sera: “Lucifer, I am warning you. Release Theodora"

Lucifer: “... I can't in good conscious.”

Sera: “Then we will by force.”

Lucifer: “Go back to heaven-”

Sera: “No-”

Lucifer: “Yes”

Behind the seraphim and her exorcist a Portal glows up. The gold tells Alastor is his partner's. He keeps his mother close as the kings powers is banishing the other two.

Sera, steely: “You are forcing us to war, Lucifer”

Lucifer: “I won't let you hurt people anymore”

And with that

They're gone

And it's quiet

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Thank you for answering my Zuko request ask. My request is Zuko x reader, water tribe princess. They have an underwater cave kingdom. Her father chose to follow his ancestors decision to stay in isolation like the other tribes. Her mother was murdered by an earth king assassin or a northern water tribe assassin (Ozai set it up to look like either tribe). They enter an alliance and betroth Zuko and the reader. Ozai wanted access to their underwater passage ways and healers for his army. The two meet before his banishment and seem to like eachother. During his banishment the underwater kingdom is open to him. They make a plan to lure the avatar and put him to sleep during a celebration banquet. Sokka finds the princess beautiful and flirts with her. Zuko has to keep his fire in check when spying on them. During the banquet a fight breaks out, Zuko vs Sokka and Aang. Sokka thinks Zuko is holding the reader hostage. Katara and the reader have a water bender fight before the Gaang escape. “I’m sorry sister of the south, but I have to protect my people so stand aside!” Aang realizes how sad and trapped the nations have gotten.

Pairing: Zuko x Water Tribe Princess!reader

Summary: See request

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: I guess implied sex, but nothing explicit

Additional details: Perhaps I didn't really have to give any thought to these details at all but I cannot start writing something out with question marks in my head. So this is how I imagined the underwater cave kingdom to be: the only way into the kingdom is through a special current in the sea. The kingdom resides in the Eastern Sea between the Eastern Airtemple and the Chameleon Bay of the Earth Kingdom. Which means that they control the waterways leading up to Ba Sing Se. Even though it is an underwater cave, the cave itself is not filled with water. I didn't really like the idea of everyone having to somehow breathe underwater all the time and literally live like people in Atlantis, hence I figured the almighty Waterbenders of the tribe have (with the assistance of the Ocean Spirit) found a way to keep the water away from their city. You can imagine it like a huge vein of caves inside a submerged volcano in the sea but without the water filling in the caves. Lastly, everyone is able to breathe normally without any oxygen shortage due to rich underwater plant life (like the algae) and the plankton around the caves, which produce the needed oxygen. Note: I am a computer scientist, not an oceanologist, so there may very well be problems with my construction. If that is the case, I am really sorry!

"Princess, your guest is here."

Your blue eyes found the servant standing at your door through the mirror as you combed your hair. Realising how fast your heartbeat became by the second, you simply nodded at the servant, not uttering any words. It had been quite a while since you had last seen him, all the longing and the daydreaming had left you overmuch excited for his return.

Deep down, you really wished that you were the sole reason for his return to the Eastern Water Tribe; however, you very well knew that he was here for the big day that is tomorrow. For him, duty always came first - even though he did love you with all his heart.

The moment you saw his reflection through the mirror as he entered your chambers, your heart skipped a beat. Slowly, you turned around and stood up, your gaze meeting his. "You are finally here," you muttered, taking big steps towards him. "After all those long months, you are finally here."

As soon as you saw the shift in his amber eyes, you found yourself inside his arms, his lips capturing yours hungrily. The determination had left its place to longing. "I wish we had more time for each other, my love," Prince Zuko whispered in your ear as his warm lips left a trail of kisses down your neck, stealing your next breath. "But you know - we cannot allow distractions."

"I have missed you, Zuko," you spoke as you wrapped your arms around his body; his cold, firebender armour cold against your silver, satin gown.

Prince Zuko and you had been betrothed ever since you two were kids - eleven, to be more precise. At first, it was simply a great way to form an alliance with Fire Lord Ozai in exchange for giving the Fire Navy access to your tribe's underwater passageways and exceptional healers.

Your father, the Chief of the Eastern Water Tribe, had decided to form such an alliance and side with the Fire Nation after your mother was murdered by a Northern Water Tribe assassin.

Originally, the Eastern Water Tribe had lived in isolation, not meddling with the complications of the other Nations. Even during the war, the tribe had stayed neutral for many decades. The only sided act that could be considered had been carried out to help your sister tribes - whenever a Southern or Northern ship was spotted, the men of your tribe would ensure they had a safe and easy ride through the Eastern Sea.

Of course, the way your sisters and brothers from the North repaid the kindness of your tribe had changed everything. That night, as your mother gave her very last breath in the arms of your father, each and every person in your tribe swore to make the North pay for what they had done. Knowing that as the Eastern Wate Tribe alone, you would not stand a chance against the forces of the Northern Water Tribe, your father spent countless nights trying to find a way for your tribe to gain more power.

Then, one day, the proposal from the Fire Lord reached the Royal Chambers of the Eastern Water Tribe.

However, not to lose the upper hand, both your tribe and the Fire Nation had been holding this alliance as a secret - on the surface, it seemed like it was just two nations doing trading and some political business, nothing more. Also, only the Royal Families in both Nations knew about the betrothal.

Even after Zuko's banishment, your tribe left its doors wide open for him and his crew whenever they needed help around the Eastern Sea; they were also granted special access to your tribe's underwater passageways. Moreover, your father, the Chief, agreed to help the Banished Prince - his future son-in-law - on his quest to capture the Avatar.

After hearing the news about the return of The Last Airbender, you contacted Zuko, letting him know that Eastern Water Tribe was ready to help him if he needed any kind of assistance. That was when he came up with a discreet plan, at the end of which he would have his honour back and you would have your Prince back.

"Are the preparations done?" Zuko asked as he stepped back to look into your blue eyes. You nodded as a cunning smile formed on your lips.

With slow movements, you started to take off his armour. "At this time tomorrow, the Avatar will have fallen into his forever slumber," your voice was a mere whisper as you placed the body armour carefully on the ground. Reaching onto your fingertips, you brought your lips to a level with Zuko's ear. "You will have got your honour and your throne back," Zuko shivered slightly as he felt your warm breath licking the skin of his neck. You could hear his breath getting deeper and deeper. "And I will have had my Prince back at my side."

You let your satin gown fall down onto the ground, leaving you completely naked as Zuko's amber eyes darkened with lust and desire.

[Time Skip]

"I have never been to the Eastern Water Tribe before!" the Avatar spoke with much enthusiasm in his voice while you and your father led him and his friends to the Great Hall, where the celebration banquet was going to be held. You yourself were being followed by a Royal Guarding whereas your father had two - ever since the assassination of your mother, you weren't allowed to go anywhere without a Royal Guardian.

Of course, there normally wasn't a Fire Nation Crown Prince under the Royal Armour. Since the helmet of the armour was large enough to cover most of his scar, no one took another look at him.

"We have always preferred living in isolation, you see," your father spoke with a deep voice, his dark blue robe moving with each step. "Not only isolated from the other Nations but from our sister Tribes as well."

Only you could hear the sorrow and anger in his voice when he uttered the words sister Tribes.

Katara, the last waterbender from the Southern Water Tribe, nodded at your father's words. "That is probably why we have never really heard anything about your tribe," she said, then a frown appeared on her face. "But, you haven't been acting neutral during this war, right?"

"Actually, we have." You spoke before your father could take the word. "Just like the North, we don't mess with anyone unless they mess with us. And since no one can find the Easter Water Tribe without having someone from inside, this has worked out quite well for us."

Aang, the Avatar, was frowning too. "At some point, you will have to take action - we all depend on the balance!"

A big, fake smile inhabited your father's lips as you arrived at the Great Hall, which was illuminated by bioluminescent plants hanging from the ceiling, casting an ethereal glow on the cavern walls. "That is why we are holding this feast in your name, young Avatar, to celebrate your return and offer you our support, as the Eastern Water Tribe, while you put an end to this war and restore balance to the world!"

Everyone sitting inside the Great Hall began to applaud upon hearing your father's words. You, too, had a fake smile on your lips as you turned right, only to come face to face with the boy from the Southern Water Tribe - who happened to be Katara's older brother.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked Sokka because of the way he had been staring at you the whole time. Hearing your question caused him to shake himself properly to get rid of the drooling expression on his face.

"No, nothing, it is just a regular face!" Sokka immediately went red after realising what he had said. Dropping your Princess façade for a brief moment, you raised an eyebrow at him, Sokka started to wave his arms in the air. "I didn't mean it that way, I meant you have just your face on your face."

The brow was still arched. "You are not making this any better."

From behind, you heard Katara giggling.

Taking a deep breath, Sokka let his head fall down to his chest, averting your gaze as he spoke. "I was staring at you because of how pretty you are." He muttered quickly, almost as if he didn't want you to understand what he was saying.

A small, professional smile formed on your lips as you placed the side of your index finger under Sokka's chin to lift it up gently so that you could look into his eyes. "I really appreciate the compliment, Sokka from South."

As you all made your way towards the main table, you slowed down your steps on purpose, waiting for Zuko to catch up with you. Taking the hint, the Banished Prince walked a little bit faster. "Keep your fire in check, my love." You whispered, your gaze still fixed on the table in front of you with a big smile inhabiting your lips. "You are steaming, literally."

It was impossible not to feel jealousy radiating off Zuko's body but on top of that, he was indeed producing steam on top of his head with his firebending. He quickly shook himself to get his temper under control.

"I don't like the way he is looking at you," Zuko whispered under his armour, walking you towards your place next to your father. "You should have worn the betrothal necklace I have made for you."

You had to tighten the grip you had on yourself not to giggle, you found it somehow adorable how jealous he was getting. "Nobody knows that I'm engaged, we cannot blow up our cover just yet."

Katara was seated to your left and the Avatar was right next to your father. Sokka, upon seeing that you were headed to the seat next to Katara, decided he wanted to make himself comfortable close to his sister. Zuko clenched his fists.

"That peasant is pushing his luck," Zuko muttered under his breath. "But my patience is not infinite."

As if you have any, you thought to yourself while gathering your icy blue robe neatly before taking your seat.

[Time Skip]

"Is that a betrothal necklace?" You asked Katara while waiting for the dessert to be served. "Who is the lucky boy?"

The young waterbender's right hand went immediately to her neck as she shook her head while giggling. "Oh no, you have got it wrong - I am not ready for something like that, yet." She corrected the situation. Then, sadness fell onto her blue eyes. "I got this from my mother, who got it from my grandmother." Katara turned her gaze away. "This necklace is the only thing I have left of her."

Understanding the meaning behind her words, your expression softened immediately, empathy inhabiting your eyes. "I am so sorry, Katara." You spoke with a low voice as you placed your left hand on top of her right one in a sisterly manner.

"Thank you," Katara spoke with a low voice as well. "She died when I was little, during a Fire Nation raid."

Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, you pulled yours back. "I can understand how you feel." You said, your words causing the young waterbender to look into your eyes. "I lost my mother, too."

Before you two could share more about both your pasts, the Avatar came flying on an airball. "Hey, Katara, you should check this out!" Aang called at the waterbender. "I have met an incredible Waterbeding Master!"

The moment she heard Aang's words, Katara's eyes were highlighted. "Please, excuse me, I need to go with Aang."

As soon as his sister was gone, Sokka quickly slid onto her seat to be right next to you. "So, uh you enjoying this banquet?" He asked, trying to sound casual.

"It is just another feast for me" You responded with a smile as the servants brought the dessert. "But, how about you? How are you finding the Eastern Water Tribe so far?"

"It's... different," Sokka admitted, glancing around. "I mean, it's not every day you visit an underwater kingdom, am I right?" He chuckled nervously, making you laugh as well.

Upon seeing that the dessert was finally served, Sokka quickly stuffed some into his mouth, swallowed the piece probably as a whole, wiped his mouth smoothly with the blue napkin and turned to look at you once again, acting like the awkward stuffing moment hadn't even happened. "It seems like we will be sticking around longer than just a night."

Looking at where he pointed his head, you raised an eyebrow upon seeing that Katara and Aang were practising some basic waterbending moves with one of the masters' in your tribe. "Oh," you muttered as you turned back to Sokka. "I didn't know the Avatar was looking for a Waterbending Master."

Sokka nodded at you while leaning in a little bit closer. Once again, you could feel the jealousy radiating off Zuko's body. "He needs to master all four elements so that he can face and defeat the Fire Lord. Water is the next in line."

"I see," you said, your arms crossed over your chest. "In that case, you indeed need to stay a little bit longer than intended."

As if the Avatar will be leaving this place any time soon - once we put him into his eternal slumber, Eastern Watertribe will become his forever home.

"Since I won't be practising any waterbending for obvious reasons, would you be interested in, maybe, hanging out?" Sokka asked you, it felt like he had to use all the courage he could gather. "Or do an activity together?"

For a brief moment, you put your princess façade down without even noticing. "Shouldn't you have waited for the third date for that?" You put your hands over your mouth upon realising what you said. After the short, awkward silence, you and Sokka both burst into laughter.

Sokka's eyes wandered to your neck for a second. "You don't have a betrothal necklace?" He asked, kind of surprised. You needed a moment to remind yourself that nobody knew about Zuko; then, you shook your head.

The image of Zuko clenching his jaw and fists appeared in front of your eyes - even though you couldn't see him for he was standing behind you, it was quite easy to imagine how he looked like at the present moment.

"Well, who knows - maybe you will get one before we leave the Eastern Water Tribe." Sokka spoke, his voice flirtatious.

"That's enough!"

Before you could grasp Sokka's words, you saw a fire blast flying in his direction. The next thing you knew, Aang was standing between a frightened Sokka lying on the floor and a furious (and jealous) Zuko throwing away his helmet. The Airbender used his glider to dodge the flames and save his friend from getting burnt.

"Zuko?!" Aang shouted in a confused way. "What are you doing here?"

The Banished Prince held you from your upper arm and made you stand by his side. "Zuko, you're hurting me!" You tried to keep your voice as low as you could. Upon hearing you, he loosened his hold on you.

"Sorry, love, I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered.

"There is a Fire Nation spy in the middle of your celebration and nobody is going crazy?!" Sokka asked in the circle as the noise in the background dimmed down. You realised how Sokka's eyes wandered from Zuko's hand holding you from your arm to your blue eyes which shined with fear. Of course, it wasn't for the reasons Sokka thought - you were afraid that your plan was about to fail.

"He is holding the Princess hostage!"

Without giving you any time to react, Sokka threw his boomerang right at Zuko, who ducked to avoid the boomerang, making you duck with himself. The next moment, you saw fire and air blasts clashing at each other, causing a giant explosion that threw both Aang and Zuko off of their feet.

Taking the opportunity, Sokka ran towards you. "Come on, follow me, there isn't much time!" He told you as he tried to drag you behind him but you forcefully shook your arms free from his hold.

"Let me go, Sokka." You spoke with a dangerous voice, which caused Sokka to take a step back rather clumsily. His blue eyes were wide with shock.

"You..." He stuttered while pointing behind your shoulder. "You are with him?"

The moment you heard Zuko's voice coming from behind you, a smirk formed on your lips. "Yes, you peasant - she is with me." He wrapped his arm around your waist. "For the record, she does have a betrothal necklace."

You chuckled at his words. "The Crown Prince of the Fire Nation craved it himself!"

Sokka's jaw dropped - if it could go any lower, it would hit the ground.

Upon realising that Aang was getting ready to take off, your father's deep voice filled the Great Hall. "Guards, do not let the Avatar escape!"

You knew the fear and betrayal falling into Aang's big, grey eyes had to make you feel guilty at some point, but it really didn't. Using the water from the cups next to you, you froze Sokka's feet to the ground while Zuko went after the Avatar, followed by the guards.

"Be careful!" You shouted, mostly for the guards to hear. "We need him alive!"

The water whip hitting you from behind left you screaming in pain as you quickly turned back, only to see the rage inhabiting Katara's pretty face. She was using the water from the waterfall that adorned the Great Hall.

"Why?" She asked as she generated ice spikes and threw them in your direction, one by one. "Why are you siding with the Fire Nation?" Using the waterfall as she did, you created a wall of ice with a swift movement of your hand. All the spikes Katara sent crashed into the wall, either falling onto the ground or getting stuck in the wall. "After everything they have done to our families?"

"Our families?" You asked while sending the ice wall at a breakneck speed. "It is funny how you so readily assumed that I was scarred by Fire Nation as if they are the only villains in this story!"

Katara turned the ice wall into a pile of water, created a huge wave out of it and tried to wash you over with it - only for you to part the wave in two with your hands. "I don't understand."

The water from the wave started to elevate in single drops, which then froze. "My mother was murdered by an assassin from the Northern Water Tribe." You spoke with a venom-like voice as the ice drops turned into ice bullets. Katara pulled more water from the waterfall.

"It... It cannot be. The North wouldn't do that! No one from the Water Tribes would do such a thing!"

You let out a condescending laughter as you made the ice bullets rotate around their own axis. "You are still so naive, Katara." Taking a deep breath, you took your offensive stance. "I am sorry, sister from the South, but I have to protect my people from the likes that have taken my mother away from me - so stand aside!"

However, before you could launch your attack on Katara, a boomerang hit the back of your head, knocking you out and sending you into a relatively long slumber.

"Sokka, Aang!" Katara yelled in joy as the boys caught up with her. "How did you manage to get away from the guards?"

"Hop on, there is no time to waste!" Aang was flying his glider with Sokka hanging from his leg. Taking the boomerang, Katara wrapped her arms around Sokka's body as the Airbender flew them clumsily towards the gate from which they had come in the first place.

"Aang kind of crushed the cave right on top of their heads," Sokka replied to Katara's question after getting off the glider. "Anyways, do you think you guys can get us to the surface?"

Katara nodded at her brother. "Sure, I guess we could just reverse what the Royal Guard was doing while he took us down here." Realising that Aang was calmer than usual, Katara laid her hand on his shoulder. "Aang, is everything alright?"

The young Avatar shook his head. "I have never truly realised how trapped the Nations became through the war," he spoke, his sadness dripping from his voice. "We... We used to live for balance and for happiness; not for one's selfish interests and desire for revenge."

"You are not alone this time, buddy," Sokka said as he patted Aang gently on the back. "I couldn't have imagined how... corrupt this whole Tribe has become." He put on a giant, but fake, smile. "I am sure it will be nothing like this stink-hole in the North Pole!"

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[refigiowen]

Process of Ruin

Chapter 0.11 : Die Unvollendete

The harshest of winds blew into my face, as if it was telling me to give up. The darkest of nights was cast onto the city, obsoleted by the blinding neon billboards and city lights. Nothing in this godforsaken city was gonna stop me in my tracks. I ran and ran, dripping wet from the rain, carrying my son in my arms.

"Father... do you see it..?"

"S-See what, buddy?"

"That ghost right there..."

"Dear, that's just a billboard..! Stay with me, we are almost there!"

And so i told him to not waste more energy as i sped up even more. I ran through crowds after crowds, dodging people left and right. I was set on getting my son to the hospital. He had been sick ever since his first day and had to take all kinds of medicine to simply survive. But despite his frail body his mother and i loved him more than we could ever have loved ourselves. We lived in a shabby, run down apartment as most of our money went to our son's medicine. But despite all that, seeing his frail body and his pale face light up was enough to wash away any and all fears we had. Me and my wife worked at a small office that produced weapons, it didn't pay all that much but it was enough to sustain the three of us. I did not have a good life, no one in this city ever did, and this family of mine was the only thing that i had that was worth living for.

And so i ran. I ran like the world was about to end. And soon i stood before the black and green hospital, the letters that are now forever burned into my mind stood before me:

"Asiyah Association".

I ran inside the hospital, still carrying my son in my arms. I looked like a stray dog with no home, my suit drenched and covering the floor in water. I yelled, begging for someone to help my son. I looked at the woman behind the reception desk.

"P-Please! My son has been sick since birth, p-please help him, i beg you! His medication stopped working! He will die if not treated!" I said and was met with a half assed smile.

"Yes, of course. I will need to ask you to provide your ID to proceed."

I quickly rummaged through my pockets and gave her my ID.

"Mister Reed, Diveroli Workshop, correct?"

I nodded.

"Y-Yes, correct."

For a minute or so the woman began typing things into her computer, looking a little too relaxed given the situation.

"Excuse me, miss.. I don't want to come off as rude but my son is in danger so PLEASE, hurry up."

And no response. I was no stranger to the way these big corporations treat others, i worked for multiple of them myself, but to think that even when a child's life was on the line they would act like this. I was disgusted.

"Alright, Mister Reed" She began, "after thorough inspection of your public profile, i am afraid that i must tell you that we can not treat your son."

My heart shattered into a billion pieces.

"The...fuck..?"

"Considering the state of your son's body, the Asiyah Association has deemed it as not worthy to save your son's life. He may live but will never be able to work like others, as such he is of no use to anyone. The Association may be able to treat him if he was born in a wealthy family but given your background, Mister Reed, that is not possible. Should you have any more questions, i will be happy to answer them for you."

"Y-You can't be serious..He is a CHILD FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" I said as i took a step towards the counter.

"I am aware of that fact, sir. And i have told you everything you need to know. So please, leave at once." And before i could speak another word, i was escorted outside into the rain by the guards. I tried to get past them, to push them away. But it was as if i was fighting a brick wall.

I looked into my son's eyes and began to cry. I apologized for not being able to save him, for not being a more wealthy man. For simply being me. And before i could speak another word of sorrow, his hand reached for my cheek.

"Father... the ghost will take care of me. You and mother have done enough for me..."

And it was almost as if i could see the life leaving his eyes.

"N-No! Buddy, stay with me.. please, i-i will find somone who can help you PLEASE!"

I begged, to no avail. His hand fell down to onto his chest, his body went limp, his breathing stopped. My son had died in my arms, right before the corporation that promises to tend to the weak. The irony was so incredible that i could not help but laugh out loud.

I forgot how much time passed between when i resigned from my job and when my son had passed. So much happened in between that i forgot to count the days. I could not bear the guilt of telling my wife that our son had died in my arms, so i sent her a letter. She shortly hung herself afterwards. I was told to "keep my head up" by my coworkers. It was obvious that no one cared about me or who i was. No one except my only friend the Butterfly. She was a coworker and my only friend. She was there for me when i needed her most and she is the one who threw the idea of resigning and starting anew into the room.

I thought about her suggestion for a while and ultimately did resign. I was paid my final paycheck and said goodbye to the Diveroli Workshop and my past life.

Well, there was not much to say goodbye to. I promised to stay in contact with Butterfly and walked out the door.

The life in this city is bleak and monotonous beyond words. You are a gear in a system that deems you as worthless the moment your performance does not meet the insane standards of the giant corporations. You either die poor, as the next lunatic's meal, or slightly less poor and as a slave.

With my last bit of money i bought a single room apartment near the Outskirts from a small office called Sunny Day Real Estate and decided to move on from my previous life.

I often had nightmares of my past life, of the time i spent with my family, my wife and my son. As much as i tried to move on, all attempts were fruitless. And so i cried myself to sleep night and night again, my health decreasing and my body caving in under the stress. And one night it all became too much for me to handle. I felt the walls of my room coming closer, i had to go for a walk.

Going on a walk was a good idea, it gave me time to reflect on everything in a different environment. I looked around me, the city and it's people were as ugly as ever. Soon, i reached a crime scene. Briah Security forces had already arrived on the scene and had everything under control. A woman had stolen medicine from a Asiyah pharmacy for her husband who suffered from leukemia. She was shot dead while trying to escape by the pharmacist.

The woman was poor, the pharmacy owned by the Asiyah Association. The pharmacist was a free man and the Briah Security Forces took the woman's corpse with them. And it was at that moment that i understood it all. That this is all but a game we cannot win.

I continued my walk until i reached a bridge. I looked over the railing into the deep dark depths of this hell, and i could feel it's gaze on my body. I shuddered. I finally understood that i was not alone. That these corporations had spun a net that would ensure that any and all atrocities they commited could never come to stab them in the back. This world is infested with parasites that feast on the minds and bodies of the people until there is nothing left. Asiyah, Klepto, Briah, any and all corporations in this city are guilty of it. They took my son, my family, they took my happiness, and destroyed any and all things that could have been in another world.

"In another world..." I mumbled to myself.

I felt a sense of longing build up within me. A longing for a distant, far away world where my happiness was still with me. Where these parasites were nothing but monsters under a child's bed. Endless dreams and possibilities flooded my mind, so much that i began to scream. I could feel my NeuraNet-System overload and overheat, i begged for someone to help me.

And suddenly i found myself within the depths of my own soul. It was a dark, decrepit place of sorrow and loneliness. Yes, it was my soul. Before me was a door covered in thorns. From within the door spoke a voice that sounded like that of my son.

"You have suffered enough, far too much. They tried to trap you in their Net of falsehood and false promises. But you escaped, and for that you shall grant yourself the power to enact revenge on them. Grant yourself mercy, Gabriel. Forgive yourself and become the first to take his destiny into his own two hands. And soon, the city shall be set ablaze by a force only a king could control."

Almost like i was controlled by utter instinct i began to rip off the thorny vines on the door, soon all were ripped off. And i opened the door, a blinding light took me in as i felt my body disintegrate.

I know not what happened to me exactly. But i found myself in a body that i did not know previously. I was taller, i was stronger, and i felt more like myself than i ever did before. Upon my awakening i was given a greatsword. I had never wielded a weapon before, only built them, and yet i knew how to fight with it like it was given to me as a child. It was large, covered in thorny vines from hilt to about the middle of the blade. And in it's blade i could see thousands, millions of worlds. This power i was given was a tool, a weapon for me to use against those who took my happiness from me. I will enact my revenge, build a new world and burn down every corporation in this city, have them all be consumed by my rage.

Shortly after i had begun my crusade, i was given the name "Erlkönig" by the Graycloak Office and classified as a threat to the population. Every major corporation in Eden then began to invest more into their security out of sheer fear.

But their hands will tremble, their skin shall become pale in the presence of a king.

[petcr3]

something to rely on | chapter one

series masterlist (coming soon!)

summary: despite being separated, bob floyd is there to support his wife and their son after she sustains some injuries in a car accident.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: separation/divorce, reader is frequently referred to by she/her pronouns, is called bob's wife/ex-wife, mrs. floyd, etc. bob and reader have a son, but i have tried to be as inclusive as possible with regards to appearance and the type of family! (meaning, if i've done my job correctly, charlie can have been adopted, not necessarily carried by the reader, etc.) non-graphic reference to a car accident, non-graphic description of injuries. chapter one is set entirely in a hospital. readers parents are present in the story, still married, and have a good relationship with reader because this is fantasy lol

a/n: lads, it's here. some of you have been hearing me blather about this story for fucking ages and chapter one is finally done. i'm proud of it, i think, but if nothing else i simply cannot keep sitting on it, so here it is! very excited for this story's future <3 i hope you love charlie as much as i do lol

It’s a rare occasion that one hears Bob Floyd before seeing him, but you suppose your getting into a car accident is a special enough occasion. 

Things feel hazy–– with two broken wrists and a broken leg, you’ve been given quite the painkiller. You’re not sure how long you’ve been awake, exactly, but it can’t have been very long. There’s a digital clock on a small table next to your hospital bed, but your neck is too sore to turn far enough over to see it. A thick wooden door is shut against the buzz of the floor outside: the ringing of phones, the click of computer keys, and the clatter of patients being wheeled to and from scans and tests and specialists. 

Even amidst all that, the sound of Bob’s words cuts through. He’s raising his voice, you realize. That’s not like him.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the nurse says on the other side of the door, “but outside of visiting hours I can only admit family, and––”

“I am family,” he says, impatient. 

“I understand that, but when a patient is separated––”

“Separated,” Bob interrupts, “not divorced. That is my wife and the mother of my child, so will you please let me see her?” It sounds much more like a demand than a question. The nurse sighs, clearly frustrated. 

“Let me go speak to her.” She steps out from behind the counter and cuts Bob a severe look. “If she is awake, I’ll let her know you’re here. But given that rest is one of the most crucial things for her right now, I will not be waking her up. You can wait.”

“Thank you,” comes his clipped reply. The nurse approaches your room, only a few steps away from the front desk–– Bob would have just gone straight in, had he known— and when the door creaks open, he can be seen standing over her shoulder–– a respectful distance behind, at least.

“Ma’am, there’s someone here to see you,” she says. You can tell it’s taking everything Bob has not to run to you, but he’s smart enough to know that showing this nurse any more disrespect isn’t wise. “He says he’s your husband,” she continues, “but if you don’t want to see him, I can tell him to leave.”

“No, that’s okay,” you say, “he can come in.” She turns around only to discover Bob right behind her. He squeezes quickly past, murmuring a hurried thank you before practically flying to your bedside. All his frustration quickly dissipates as he leans over you, a deep furrow in his brow. Over his shoulder, you see the nurse shake her head, exasperated, and leave, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey honey,” Bob says, hand lifting to brush across your cheek, as if it’s two years ago and nothing has changed. “Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m okay, Bobby,” you reply, tired. You surprise yourself, though, using his old nickname like that. Since you two broke up, you’ve only ever called him Bob. “Someone lost control of their car in the rain, apparently. You owe that nurse an apology.”

“And I’ll give her one later. First I need to know that you’re okay.”

“I just said that I’m okay,” you laugh softly. “Bob, I’m fine.” Reluctantly, he nods, leaning back to grab at a chair. He won’t even stand all the way up, refuses to take his eyes off you lest you run off somewhere else to nearly get yourself killed.

“How’s Charlie; is he with your parents?” You nod, heart clenching at the thought of your son, how distressed he must be right now.

“Yeah,” you say, voice getting a little watery. “Yeah, I got to talk to him a little while ago. He wants to come visit after my surgery tomorrow.” Bob’s brow furrows. 

“Surgery?”

“Just my left wrist. The right one and the leg only need braces, but,” you sigh, “yeah, the left one took the door pretty hard, so.” He nods.

“How about your head? All okay up there, no bleeding?”

“I have a concussion, but that’s all. They know what they’re doing here, Bob. Don’t worry. I’m gonna be just fine.” He studies you for a moment, then sighs, nodding his head again. “Not so fun being on the other side of it, huh?” you say without thinking. It isn’t meant to be cutting, but blue eyes snap up to your face, a faint expression of shock on Bob’s features. 

Still, you have a hard time feeling too guilty. How many times have the roles been reversed? How many times have you held your baby boy to your chest murmuring reassurances that you can’t promise are true? How many times has Bob been gone, unable to tell you he was okay or even alive? Or looked up at you under the harsh white light of a hospital room on base and told you there was nothing to worry about when you both knew that there was? 

Bob schools his expression into something a little softer and gives a curt nod. You can’t decide if that was over the line. But that had always been the problem, hadn’t it? 

Neither of you had known how easy it would be to push each other over their limits. You’d thought love and a thick skin would be enough to survive the looming fear of losing your husband. Bob had thought it would be easier to outrun the guilt he always felt leaving you behind, the way it weighed on his chest like an anvil. Eventually, your wounds were rubbed raw and his ribs began to crack beneath the pressure.

The times when he was home were supposed to be precious, but they had become tense, uncomfortable. It wasn’t good for either of you, and it certainly wasn’t good for three-year-old Charlie. Splitting up had been the best choice, even though it pained you both to admit it.

Bob had been adamant about a separation rather than a divorce. Ex-spouses of the military were still entitled to some benefits, but for Charlie’s sake and yours he wanted to remain legally married. You’d both agreed that if you met other people and got serious enough, a divorce would be back on the table. It hadn’t been the easiest decision, but now, laying in a hospital bed, you can’t help but feel grateful. And how many people can say their ex husband came rushing to their side in an emergency? 

Regret is already creeping up across your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, reaching to touch the back of his hand. Your fingers brush awkwardly against his skin where they protrude from your brace, but you can see the gesture means something to him–– his eyes shine a little sadly when he looks at you. He gives a faint shake of his head. 

“S’okay. Me too.”

Despite your best efforts to persuade him otherwise, Bob stays the night in your room, sleeping with his legs slung across a second chair the nurses had been kind enough to provide for him. (He’d apologized to the nurse he spoke to when he arrived, and she’d taken it rather graciously, all things considered. In her place, you’re pretty sure you would have had him thrown out.) You fall asleep fairly easily, exhaustion having taken its toll, but you wake up in the wee hours needing the bathroom. You press the call button, hoping it won’t wake your sleeping companion, but Bob rouses when Jermaine, one of the nurses, comes in. The whole bathroom song and dance is a process you certainly don’t enjoy, but you’ve gotten used to it over the past several hours. 

“Can’t get enough of me, huh?” Jermaine quips, walking to your bedside.

“I keep guzzling water when he’s not looking,” you say, nodding towards a still groggy Bob. Jermaine only laughs and pulls back the covers.

“All right, ready?” 

“Yep.” You grimace as he braces his hands beneath your armpits to help lift you up enough to get into your wheelchair. You sigh as Jermaine rolls you to the bathroom and braces an arm around your waist to help you onto the toilet. The door stands open, but you’re too drained to care–– besides, this isn’t anyone’s first rodeo.

You don’t see the way Bob’s eyes widen with worry. How he watches each maneuver carefully, filing it away in the back of his mind. The decision had been made before he walked through the door, really, but seeing you struggle only cements it. He doesn’t say anything as Jermaine helps you back to bed–– only a quiet thank you as the nurse leaves the room. He can talk to you about his plan tomorrow.

A low murmur of voices filters into your consciousness as you wake that morning, your eyes flickering open to see Bob standing with Dr. Alvarado, who will be performing your surgery. She notices you shifting in your bed and comes to your side, Bob following suit on the opposite, returning to his seat.

“Good morning, Mrs. Floyd,” she says warmly, “how are we feeling?” Your mouth is dry and you swallow thickly before responding.

“I’ve been better,” you rasp, wincing at the scrape of your voice. Bob is holding out a cup of water before you even have a moment to think, and you start to reach for it before faltering. In the fog of waking up, you’d almost forgotten.

“I’ve got it,” he says quietly, bringing it to your lips. You drink, far too worn out to protest.

“Your procedure is scheduled for 12:30 this afternoon. It’s about 8:15 right now. That’ll give you some time to rest before pre-op. I’ve also been told you have a special visitor, if you feel up for it.” Your heart lifts, and you can’t help but look expectantly up at Bob. 

“Charlie?” 

The hopeful lilt of your voice splinters something in his heart. He smiles, tight-lipped but genuine all the same, and nods. 

“Uh-huh. I know you said the plan was post surgery, but your mom called saying they were up and ready to go. I figured you’d want to see him.”

“Yeah,” you say, voice high and thin, “yeah I’d like that.” Dr. Alvarado smiles. 

“I’ll let them know. They’re all very anxious to see you.” You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks. Ordinarily, you try not to let Charlie see you crying. With the separation, you’ve been doing everything you can to be his rock. You remember how scary it was when you were a child to see your parents upset, or worse, hurt. But today, you don’t know if you’ll quite be able to manage it. Gracelessly, you swipe at the tears on your cheeks, but before long, Bob is at the ready again, tissue box extended toward you. You nod your thanks and clasp one in between your fingers. Blotting is much easier. 

You’ve just about gotten it together when the door opens again. 

“Mommy?” Charlie calls, and you hate how you can hear the frightened tremble of his voice. He makes it a few steps over the door jamb when he sees Bob. 

“Daddy!” For a heartbreaking moment, wide eyes dart between the both of you, unsure of where to run. 

“Go say hi to Daddy, sweetheart,” you say, heart swelling to see the reunion. Charlie beams and runs directly into Bob’s arms.

“Hey, big man!” he says, scooping Charlie off the ground in a strong embrace. “I missed you so much, little bear.” He presses a big kiss to your son’s cheek and is rewarded with a delighted giggle that has you crying again. Hurriedly, you dab at your eyes once more.

Your parents enter the room behind Charlie, your mother’s smile wavering and your dad’s brow furrowed. The braces make hugs awkward, but your parents’ presence is an enormous comfort.

“Charlie’s been very brave,” your father informs you. “And we’re all very glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” you say wetly, wishing you could hold their hands. “I love you guys.”

You cast a glance over to your left, where Bob and Charlie are engaged in conversation, faces close together and voices hushed. Watching Bob parent has always made your heart ache, even now when things have fallen apart. He was meant to be a father, plain and simple. People who don’t know him might expect a Navy man to be gruff, tough on a child, especially a son. But Bob is all gentleness when it comes to your Charlie. He is patient and invested and even though you two aren’t together, it’s difficult to imagine parenting Charlie with anyone else. 

You tear your gaze away to talk with your parents, explaining what happened and asking about how Charlie has been coping over the course of the last few hours.

A few feet away, Bob has his son cradled close in his arms. 

“I was really scared,” Charlie confides in him, “but I gotta be brave for Momma.” Bob’s heart breaks just a little, and he smooths a hand over Charlie’s hair. Perhaps this instinct to protect is just built into the little boy– knowing you and Bob, that’s a distinct possibility. But Bob can’t help but worry it’s a result of the split. 

“You don’t have to be brave for Momma, honey,” he says softly. “That’s our job. Parents get to be strong for their kids, not the other way around. It’s okay to be scared when someone is hurt. And it’s also okay to express that. Especially with me and Mommy. And being strong doesn’t mean you can’t feel your feelings. In fact, being able to feel your feelings is a part of what makes a person strong, because some feelings are really hard.” Charlie listens to his father with rapt attention–– he always has. “But it’s important not to ignore them. Does that make sense?” He nods sagely when Bob is done talking.

Bob can’t help but smile, heart swelling with affection. It’s moments like these when he thinks he could leave it all if it meant getting to spend every second of every day with his baby boy. 

“Should we go say hi?” he asks, bouncing Charlie gently against his hip. Charlie nods, his gaze flickering over to you. 

Though you’re talking with your parents, you can’t take your eyes off of your son. Call it selfish, but ever since you’d been able to think straight you’ve wanted nothing more than to see him. You’re reaching out for him the second Bob starts towards you, but he gives you a look.

“With your leg?” he asks quietly, even though Charlie is right there in his arms.

“I still got one good one,” you quip,” and I think a hug is gonna help me get better much quicker. Besides, all my problems are below the knee— I’ll be fine.”

Bob has always had trouble saying no to you. 

“Be gentle, okay bud?” Charlie nods.

Carefully, he sets Charlie down in your lap, positioning him mostly on your uninjured right leg. 

“Hi baby,” you beam, the pain you’re in practically forgotten. “I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie snuggles immediately into your chest, eyes impossibly big when they look up at you. Tucking him under your arm is awkward, but you do it anyway.

“Hi Mommy,” he says quietly, like he’s afraid talking too loudly will hurt you.

“Hi,” you say again, matching his hushed voice, smile wider than it’s been for the duration of your stay. Bob stands slightly off to the side, feeling a little bit like an intruder. Still, he can’t help but watch the way your eyes sparkle when you look at your son. He’s never seen anything like it. 

A gentle hand on his shoulder catches his attention, and he turns to see your mother, her expression warm. He counts himself incredibly lucky that your parents don’t hate him. Sometimes he hates himself for what happened, and yet they still treat him like one of their own. The three of them exchange hushed greetings, each thanking one another for taking care of the two of you.

Over in your hospital bed, you’re playing with the ends of Charlie’s hair. He’s been telling you about everything that happened between yesterday afternoon and now, cheerily informing you of how much he cried and how he got to choose what he and your parents had for dinner last night. You drink in every detail with enthusiasm, grateful as ever for his enormous heart and his resilience.

“I was really scared,” he says softly after a moment. You nod.

“I bet. I was scared too.”

“Daddy says it’s okay to be scared.”

“Daddy’s right, baby. It’s more than okay to be scared. It’s important— it’s how our brains keep us safe.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. You know how I’m scared of snakes?” Charlie nods. “Well, not every single snake is dangerous, right? But there are some that are. And because my brain remembers that some snakes are dangerous, I get a little scared when I see them. That fear is my brain telling me to be careful and stay safe.”

“So I was scared because it’d be dangerous if you got hurt?”

“Kind of! It can also be scary to not know what’s happening, right? Because if you don’t know what’s happening, it’s hard to get ready to deal with it. And it can be scary to know that something sad might happen, because it’s hard to feel sad.”

“I don’t like feeling sad,” Charlie says, nodding his understanding.

“Me neither, baby bear. But today I’m not even sad, because you’re here.” Your son’s cheeks turn pink and he hides your face in his chest. Heart swelling with fondness, you cross your arms over his back in an awkward embrace and press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Is it okay if I’m a little sad?” he asks, voice muffled by your hospital gown.

“Of course it is, sweetheart. You gotta feel your feelings. And feelings don’t last forever; they change all the time, right?”

“Right.”

Out of sight, Bob swipes a few tears from his eyes. He’s always proud of Charlie, but he’s proud of you, too–– with three limbs freshly out of working order, you would be well within your rights to be out of sorts, but there you sit, still parenting admirably. Beautifully, even. Your father squeezes Bob’s shoulder and he looks up, almost a little startled. Your father smiles and the two men exchange a nod. 

Your mother steps over to your bed and pets a hand over Charlie’s hair.

“I think me and Grandpa are gonna go home for a little while, honey,” she says to him before looking at you and resting a hand on your shoulder. “Someone gave us a good scare yesterday and I don’t think either of us slept very well. We’re both a little worn out.” Suddenly, she seems to catch herself. “Unless you want us to stick around and––”

You shake your head and reach out an appreciative hand to cover hers.

“Go get some rest, Ma.” She nods.

“We will. But we’ll be back when you come out of surgery. Bobby told us he’d keep us updated.” Too tired to even think that far ahead, you nod. 

“Thanks for looking after Charlie,” you say, tangling your fingertips with hers.

“Well, that’s my pleasure,” she says, pressing a loud kiss to her grandson’s cheek. “And we can figure out next steps, we’ll find someone—“

“Mom,” you say softly, “let's just— can we take things one step at a time for now?” She nods–– the anxiety of it all reads clear on your face.

“You know, you’re right. Let’s get you through surgery first.” You nod, grateful. “We’ll see you soon, then.” Your mother smiles and turns to get her bag. Charlie giggles as his grandfather comes over to playfully jostle his shoulders.

“Be good for your mom and dad, okay kiddo?” Charlie nods eagerly.

“That’s my guy,” your dad says fondly, giving your son a hug before turning his attention to you. “You give ‘em hell in there.”

“What,” you laugh, “in surgery? Dad, it’s just my wrist; I’m gonna be fine.” He shrugs.

“Can’t hurt though, right?” he says lightly, but you can see a glimmer of anxiety in his eyes. He leans down to kiss your cheek and you return the gesture.

“Right,” you affirm, softening. “I love you, Dad. I’m gonna be okay.” Your dad gives a final nod and links arms with your mother as they leave the room. 

It’s so easy to forget that to him— to both your parents— you are still a child. Charlie is still so young, it feels impossible that he’ll ever be as old as you are now. Of course, you still marvel at the fact that he’s as big as he is; that he can walk and talk and do math equations and paint pictures. But it’s easier to manage how much he’s grown because you can still bundle him up in your arms and count on one hand how many birthdays he’s had. Maybe if you were having less of an emotional day, you’d be able to imagine what it’ll be like when he’s grown up, but you can feel tears welling up in your eyes again so you push the thought out of your mind.

“Mommy?” Charlie asks, bringing your attention back into the present.

“Mm?”

“Did Grandpa use a bad word because he’s very stressed?” Laughter sputters out of you before you can help it, and Bob raises an amused eyebrow.

“Yeah, baby,” you say, “I don’t think he was thinking very hard about which words he was choosing. He just meant that he wants my surgery to go well, that’s all.”

“It’s like telling someone to give it their all,” Bob explains, coming to sit down at your bedside again.

“It’s what Daddy does when he’s on a deployment,” you offer, curling your arm into something akin to a flexed muscle, “he gives ‘em heck.”

“And that’s what Momma’s body is gonna do when she’s in surgery. It’s gonna do everything it needs to do to keep her safe while she’s asleep.” Charlie looks between you two, worry creeping back into his features at the mention of the surgery.

“Hey,” you murmur, “I’m going to be okay, Charlie-bear. I promise. Sometimes things can go wrong during a surgery, but the likelihood of anything bad happening is very, very low.” Charlie nods, wide-eyed. “So there isn’t anything to worry about sweetheart. But it’s still okay to be scared, right?”

“Right,” comes his hushed reply. Your heart aches not to be able to soothe his anxiety, but you know there’s no sense in trying to talk him out of it–– especially in the wake of what you’ve been trying to teach him. Still, it seems to you that the rules shouldn’t apply to Charlie, with his delicate soul and enormous heart.

Bob lays a comforting hand on your son’s back and his little form immediately relaxes into the touch. The three of you sit in comfortable silence for a little while, but soon the door creaks open and Jermaine enters with a wheelchair.

“Is this Charlie?” he asks brightly. 

“It is!” you chirp. The boy in question looks up shyly. “Charlie, this is my friend Jermaine. He’s been helping me since I got to the hospital.”

“Your mom is a tough lady,” Jermaine says warmly, squatting to be closer to Charlie’s eye level. “I promise we’re gonna take very good care of her.” Charlie nods.

“Pinkie promise?” he asks, heartbreakingly earnest. Jermaine smiles.

“You got yourself a deal.” He locks his pinkie with Charlie’s and stands up. “I’ve gotta take Mom for a couple of tests before her procedure, and then we’re gonna take her off to surgery. But you’ll get to see her in a few hours when she wakes up, okay champ?” Charlie holds on to you a little tighter and peers up at his dad, who nods encouragingly.

“Okay.”

“Mom is very lucky to have people that care about her so much,” Jermaine says. “You should be proud.” A little divot of determination forms between Charlie’s brows and he nods. Bob starts to stand and Charlie clambers around to give you one last hug.

“I love you Mommy,” he says. You squeeze him as tightly as you can and press a big kiss to his cheek.

“I love you too, baby bear. I’m gonna see you so soon, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, a heartbreaking waver in his voice. You give him another kiss before Bob scoops him up again, and before you know it, Jermaine is wheeling you off into the hospital halls. 

Back in your room, Bob has Charlie wrapped up in a tight embrace.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby bear,” he coos, “everything’s gonna be okay.”