#but whatever I stand by it as a good exercise

[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

A Jealousy of Infighting

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (One Sided)

Length: 19k

Warnings: modern!au, angst/hurt comfort, suggestions of baby trapping, jealousy and possessive issues, pregnancy and talks of pregnancy, mild illness, smut, p in v, breeding kink

Notes: Thank you so, so much for your pateince I am sorry this took so long to come out. But these chapters are so much less common and I wanted to make sure it was worth while. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here

Jon had yet to figure out what exactly the looks he was getting meant. Some were more curious, as if wondering why he was so consistently there, but others he wasn’t so sure. Or, perhaps he was but would rather not think about either direction that thought could go. He stood off to the side, your jacket draped over his arm as he waited for you, by what he could tell the classes were going well.

Maester Luwin had given you both at your latest appointment an extensive list of classes available to take, and you had to talk Jon out of you taking all of them. He just wanted to be sure, if not for yourself then him. He knew a bit, but he didn’t know the ins and outs of such details of pregnancy in this manner. It didn’t matter as much when he was a bystander on the side, but this was different. He had to know everything he could, so he could be ready for whatever you needed. Regardless of what you told him he didn’t need to do. Muttering in the car after the first class that he didn’t need to feel obligated to come to these things.

But, as Jon stood there now he could only think that there was no where else he’d rather be. He saw a few of the other women’s husbands attending last week that didn’t join this week, and others mentioned a husband he never saw at all. Even the husbands who were there, were silent. Some waiting off to the side on their phones and some only passively paying attention. They were never engaged the way Jon assumed they would be.

That part Jon could not grasp. Why they weren’t interested in learning these things as well.

The subjects all for the first trimester of a pregnancy, it too was a way for Jon to learn exactly how to take care of you. Now as he waited off to the side, not wanting to stand in the way of where everyone else was gathered around the board, Jon could properly compare. Most of the women were noticeably pregnant already, whereas you clearly weren’t. You looked no different to the little over a month prior when he got you pregnant in the first place, your presence in this class was the only proof Jon could see with his own two eyes that it was true.

Perhaps these men were on their second child and felt no need to awe over their wife, or they simply were never in awe in the first place. But Jon couldn’t imagine not looking over at you, your hand raised tapping at your tips with your face slightly scrunched up in thought as you looked over what exercise practice to sign up for. You insisted that you could do all that at the house, but Jon gently turned you by the arms. Guiding you to move over to the board while muttering that it would be good for you to spend a few hours every week with other pregnant women. You had begrudgingly agreed, mostly to make him happy.

Whatever harmony Jon found himself in watching and waiting for you was ruined by the grating voice of one of the men making their way to Jons side. “Don’t worry, bringing you along will lose it’s charm by the third or fourth class.”

Eyes narrowing, Jon turned to face him with no words. Only a question and a tinge of annoyance in his eyes that the man didn’t pick up on. Following his gaze as the man gestured to the group where you were more easily able to be indicated towards as the other women begun to leave. Already Jon felt himself more on edge, the passive way the man already seemed to speak about you as if assuming Jon would ever be the same.

Continuing on he elaborated much to Jons dismay. “Your wife. Eventually dragging you to every class and appointment stops when she realizes you’d much rather be anywhere else.” He didn’t turn to look back at him right away. His hand hidden under your own jacket curling into something tense within its hold as the agitation rose. Why in seven hells wouldn’t he want to be here?

If the man picked that feeling up in Jons expression, he seemed to pretend as if he hadn’t. Looking towards him as if waiting for a laugh of agreement, when rather Jons grey eyes darkened a bit as he slowly peeled them back towards the man, a lower rough tone in his words as he spoke low enough to ensure you didn’t pick up on this conversation. “Why are you here then?” Only responding with a huff of a laugh that it was his second child, and his wife insisted he come to the first few classes just to brush up then he didn’t have to anymore. Jons dark gaze flickered between him and you, only spotting briefly that you stood up on your toes to sign up for something, finally having settled on an activity. “You don’t think you need to know these things?”

Shrugging his shoulders, the man let his hands sink into his pockets. “As long as we can still have sex, I don’t know what I need to learn she doesn’t already know.” Before Jon could even consider retorting back, the man changed topics. As if they stood there, two pals chatting about how much they hated being with their partners. “Your accent’s not from around here. You a Northman?” Jon only nodded, his eyes noticing to the side that you approached and hoped the man would stop talking before you reached him. “Seven hells, more reason to convince her to not make you come anymore. Save you the what? Least an hour drive here and back? Give you more time for whatever you people get into up there.”

That time the man certainly noticed with more of an awkward stammer into silence, that Jon did not laugh with him. Only muttering a hardly polite “Excuse me.” Before brushing passed him as he shifted your jacket, gesturing for you to turn around and let him help you put it on. Asking gently in your ear, “What did you settle on?”

Turning around you fussed with the front, the thought only briefly hitting Jons heart with pride that sooner or later he was going to have to take you to buy new clothes when you started to show. Pushing it back down for now how much he was truly looking forward to that. “Swimming. One of the other women said the water can help when I start to get heavier. Half an hour in the pool, half an hour break then another half an hour in.”

Guiding you towards the door, Jon ignored that the man was giving him a confused look. Wondering why his new so called friend, didn’t care to acknowledge a single thing he had told him. His hand first on your lower back to guide you down the hallway to the front doors, before running up your spine gently and settling on grasping at the fur lining around your jacket’s collar just under the back of your neck. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in the water in years.” Responding back playfully that there weren’t an abundance of pools or lakes around Winterfell right now that weren’t freezing, Jon chuckled deeply. “Arya and Bran used to beg my father to at least get an above ground pool, but he knew better. Would cost him more to clean up the water they’d purposely get everywhere then the pool itself.”

Guiding you through the parking lot, he without thinking opened your door for you first before you turned to him, grasping at the top of the car door with a curiosity in your eyes. “Did you make any friends? I saw you chatting with Lena’s husband.” Jon only grunted as his face fell unamused, not even bothering to answer beyond that before closing the door for you once you got inside. Circling around to get in himself as you continued, a little more confused. “I’m sorry, I thought-” Cutting yourself off, Jon paused after clicking his seatbelt into place watching you turn away with your confusion now melting into a guilt which your skills did not include being good at hiding from him. “If you want to keep coming, I was hoping you’d get along with one of the husbands, give you something to do, someone to talk to every week.”

Jon turned in his seat, the thought crossing his mind that perhaps he was not the only one getting talks about how normal it appeared to be for the men to suddenly drop off of coming the longer the classes went on, and how much you were hiding that you didn’t want that. Saying your name firmly, his arm came up partially to rest along the back of your seat to implore you to look at him. Which you only partially did with an apprehension. “I’m here for you and the baby, not to just stand around and wait for you to be done every week.” Biting your lip, Jons expression shifted softer, his posture easing up in tenseness. “Hey,” his hand moved, turning you by the cheek to look at him. “I told you, as long as I can come, I will. I can’t take care of you if I don’t learn this stuff too.”

He knew you were about to say he didn’t have too, instead choosing to interrupt such a thought process by ever so gently capturing your lips with his. Feeling you melt into him right away, he couldn’t imagine not caring enough about you and the baby. Pulling away, he ran his nose down the length of yours before you merely nodded. Understanding that you had nothing else to argue at that moment against the idea.

As he drove you both home, Jon in that comfortable silence could let his mind drift. Both classes, comments were made to him akin to asking were he dragged there. He knew those men weren’t even paying attention with that question. If they had, they’d know how often Jon spoke up. Glancing to you with your eyes squinting in thought as he translated within his mind what you were wondering, then would ask for you. If Jon were not so sure his memory was as reliable as it was, he’d have taken notes just to ensure he didn’t forget. But he knew he could commit this to memory, it if had anything remotely to do with you, or anything even remotely to do with the baby, Jon was all over it.

Jon wasn’t the one most in his family would think was to be ready so quickly for a baby, but yet they all watched as he was the most comfortable with it all. Almost gently guiding you into being comfortable with the idea still, but he knew it was the lingering trails of doubt from before. The terrifying fear that he didn’t want this, that your minor miscommunication meant that nothing of his joy the night he found out was real or would stay. Jon may take all of this seriously, but he never wanted that to diminish the image of how happy he was.

It had only been a few weeks since you both moved into the house, and it turned out to be as good for you as it was bothersome. If Jon wasn’t the one doting on you, his brothers or father were, or his sisters were glued to your side with questions and suggestions or merely fantasizing ideas about what to do when the baby was born. It was what he wanted, people around you. Never leaving you alone if he could help it, and someone there to take care of you when things started to get more difficult. You didn’t see the use in it now, but considering when you had arrived to the class last week, down the hall Jon had spotted women leaving a separate class whom all were very pregnant, likely close to a due date by his estimation. He knew thats what he was preparing you for. You were quick and capable now, but soon you wouldn’t be and Jon didn’t want you facing that on your own.

Especially since you had not heard a word from your family since the night he and Margaery smuggled Shireen out to see you. And Jon knew exactly who to blame for your families callous silence. He didn’t say it to you, not wishing to put you in that position, but it made Jon impossibly angry that your father was no doubt the reason you were so isolated from any of your family celebrating this as the Starks all were. They should be happy, their daughter was having a baby, they were to have a grandchild, and yet? No word.

If Jons eyes were to glance over at you as he drove you both back home, he knew he’d find himself distracted too much. A soft gaze towards you, warm in nature as you sat where you had for so many trips, drives, and everything in between in his passenger seat and yet now it was different. There was a third party sitting with you and it was something which you both created together. It was something which everyone should be happy about, but they weren’t. And Jon didn’t yet know what to do about it, if he could indeed, do anything.

Your parents, or more rather, your father, was someone far above Jons pay grade to confront. Even worse, you were a Baratheon. A girl from a highborn prestigious family. Were this in ancient times, you’d have been raised and saved to pass your hand off in marriage to a suitable highborn son. It wasn’t that way now, but in truth, parts of that tradition hadn’t disappeared completely. Jons surname was still Snow. He was still a bastard, and he had gotten you pregnant only a few months into dating you. If you being unmarried and pregnant was an offence, then it was even grander bordering on an insult that the one who got you pregnant was a bastard.

Raised with his family, the Starks one of the oldest families in Westeros and highborn, but Jon technically wasn’t. He was a bastard, he had no rights to anything were inheritance still of vast importance. And no matter how much his father, his brothers and sisters, and those of the North didn’t look down on him, that did not mean that those in the south would follow suit.

He would be seen as unworthy, which boggled the mind. He had wanted nothing more then to have a child with you, and the idea of watching you have this with someone else left an ill feeling deep within Jons stomach. A heavy weight of a life he wished not to linger on for too long. Instead, he told himself not to glance at you, merely to stay paying attention to the road, knowing you would transfix his gaze should he look at you too long.

As he begun pulling onto the road which led to the main Stark property, Jon always enjoyed the sight. The lands were vast and somewhat empty until reaching the wolfswood not to far away on one side and the rolling hills on the other. With the seasons lasting in such strange, unpredictable amounts, Jon could count himself lucky that he was able to enjoy the golden hue splashing across the lush surroundings as thankfully, this had turned out not to be a short autumn.

The leaves always in a state of changing colours and teetering on falling, but all knew that they would remain that way until winter was ready to crawl in. Only with the first cold winds did the leaves fall and autumn signalled itself as over. For now, Jon could enjoy the sight. While you could still walk easily, and it was very early, he wondered how up to a smaller hike you’d be. Nothing strenuous, but he wanted you out in the wilderness he knew you both loved before it was too late and it would be who knew how long before you’d see it again.

With the weekend having come by, it was impossible to say where everyone would be by the time you both got in. His siblings always scattered one way or another, but he hoped it would be quiet enough he could get you into the kitchen without fuss. You had barley ate that morning, not that Jon blamed you.

He had felt you stir very early, earlier then you would’ve normally gotten up. The slightest movements from you in his arms could pull Jon awake with ease, and the second he felt you suddenly move his eyes begun to open. Two things hit two senses, first the brightness of the bathroom light being flickered on in the corner opposite where his bed was. His eyes still squinting with sleep as he begun to sit up, only for sound to hit his ears as the second sense and swiftly did he all but jump out of bed. As it someone had dunked him into a vat of ice water to slam all of his senses into overdrive at once.

Before he had known it, he was knelt down beside you as you threw up. He should’ve expected this would start, kicking himself for not being more prepared already. First his hands reached up, gently gathering your hair and pulling it behind you, luckily nothing had gotten stained with your sickness yet as he used the band around his own wrist for when he’d occasionally pull his curls back, and tied the long strands up to stay out of your way. His free hand once done, ran soothingly up and down your back as the final of it all seemed to come up.

Shushing you gently, Jon had tried to coax you into relaxing as he felt your muscles tense under his touch, but you seemed to only tense up more. You must have been so overwhelmed you scarcely noticed Jon was by your side until that moment, and something uncomfortable hit you rather then anything reaching out for him. All of the evidence of your sickness washing away, you had suddenly pushed up out of Jons touch. Walking over to the counter to fill your glass with tap water.

Flushing out what remained before you grabbed for your toothbrush to clean out the rest, Jon had walked back over to you. Again he reached out, that time running up your spine before inspecting his work at your hair and deciding that wasn’t anywhere near good enough. Pulling it all out, you paused mid motion to glance at him in the mirror before you saw him parting your now loose again hair into three sections, relaxing more knowing he was simply going to braid it this time.

His work finishing in time for you to wash the rest of the toothpaste out itself, his hands ran down your upper arms, hoping as he stepped closer his chest pressing against your back that his warmth provided more comfort. Your hands as everything was returned to their proper place, hung at the edge of the counter, nails mindlessly tapping at the surface. Your voice was understandably a bit more rough as you spoke as quiet as you could, “I’m sorry I woke you.”

Jon shook his head, knowing as he looked down over your shoulder at you, that your eyes were trained upward to watch him back but in the reflection of the mirror. Pressing his lips gentle to the side of your head before leaning against the spot. “Not your fault, darling. It’s normal.”

But, it was what you said next that took him off guard that morning. “I normally wake up with enough time to shut the door behind me, so you don’t get woken up by all of it.” His brows furrowed as he looked down over your shoulder more, something more stern and a bit serious filling the spaces where a gentle softness last sat, asking what you meant by that. You however, explained it both casually and yet nervously, only seen by how you begun to toy with your fingertips and nails. “It started a few nights ago. I’ve been trying to handle it without waking you up.”

Short but stern, Jon asked “Why?” But you only shrugged. Sighing deeply, Jon let his hands on your arms drift down to reach around your body. Grasping at your hands to stop the motion before tucking them against your front as he used the leverage to pull your back closer to his chest. His gaze still on what of your face he could see looking down instead of trying to meet your gaze in the mirror, knowing you’d simply try and avoid him anyways. “You should’ve told me. Why would I want you to go through this part alone?”

The answer was almost sweet in how innocent and simple it sounded, and yet tore at part of Jons heart. A side of you he had almost healed out, but still poked it’s unwelcome head every now and again reminding him of where you came from before this relationship. “I-” Your nerves grew in the mere second passing that you hesitated, speaking slow and clearly as if misconstruing what you were to mean would somehow get you into trouble. “It’s gross and unpleasant, and I don’t need to bother you to get through it, is all.” Muttering with a little confusion that it wouldn’t bother him, you muttered as insecurity now bled into your expression as well. “Maybe it should is all I’m saying.”

Sighing deeply, Jon only pulled away from you long enough to turn you in his arms. Settling you gently back against the counter before his face scrunched up in thought. Changing his mind, Jon merely used his strength to pick you up and sit you on the surface instead, your legs parting enough for his frame to come close as he cupped your cheeks.

There it had been, that insecurity without any hiding or filter to lessen it. He sighed again, turning your head downwards so he could press a kiss to your forehead. Making you meet his eyes again as his thumbs ran over the soft skin of your cheeks, your own hands gently grasping at the top edge of his sweatpants. No intention with it, merely incidental with how it could’ve looked to others. Jons voice was barley a mutter, only for you to hear. “Do you even need to me to say it?” Biting your lip before shaking your head, you opened your mouth to speak but Jon cut you off beforehand. Pressing a gentle, but lingering kiss to your lips, only pulling away enough to brush against your soft lips with every word. “Don’t apologize. And don’t be afraid to wake me up next time.”

It was too early for any lecture, and he didn’t want to rub salt in the insecure wound more then necessary. It would take time to ease you into allowing him into the more unpleasant aspects of this process, and even more time then to get it to sink into your beautiful, yet stubborn head that Jon was not put off at all by any second of it. Instead he waited for you to nod, pressing one more kiss to your lips before muttering that you had a few more hours to sleep before needing to get up.

Even now as Jon pulled into the driveway hours later, he could still recall how easily you went with him and all but curled your front into his chest, as opposed to returning to the position before. Having turned around in your sleep, so your back was once more at his chest, instead, Jon had wrapped his arms warm and safe around you. Hoping the action could fill in at least some of the blanks that there wasn’t going to be a part of this process which he’d wish to turn away from.

Which included being there for your classes of course.

Naturally, were Jon to have his way he’d keep you in the car and circle around to help you out as he helped you in, but you were still speedy at your early stage and unchanged size. A wave of something exhilarating rushed through his blood in the cool air at the thought of what you were truly going to look like when you started to show. His beautiful, pregnant girl..it was a baby he had wanted with you, but until that moment it was as if it never hit Jon that he’d get the rest of it too, He’d get to be with you every single stage of your pregnancy. And certainly too as Jon circled around to guide you by a hand on your lower back, that the instructor that day had informed all of you that through every stage of pregnancy, sex was perfectly safe.

It was still the morning and no doubt his family was inside the house, he couldn’t think about that now.

Opening the door, you both could hear sounds of the television in as you took your coats and boots off, voices scattered somewhat on the second floor but luckily none from what he could determine in the kitchen. Muttering in your ear, “Let me make you something.” It was cute to him, how you instantly looked up at him in a defiance that you could do it, but he only pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know, I’m still making you something anyways.” Before grabbing you by your arms and turning you in place to walk into the kitchen.

Well, someone was in there sitting at the smaller table, but lucky for Jon it was only his father. Glancing up from whatever he had been reading on his tablet, his eyes glanced over you both with a curiosity. “How did it go?”

Jon prompted you to sit down across from Ned, barley muttering once more that he’d handle everything. Hearing both voices behind him as he begun rooting through the kitchen with little thought on what to make. In truth, Jon had learned what you liked and didn’t look meal wise so long ago he could come up with something in his sleep that you’d like. “A little better this time. They started to go into detail finally, I assume the first session was more of an introductory overview.”

Functioning as your server almost, Jon didn’t catch the small glint in his fathers eye as he sat a glass down in front of you to drink without even saying a word, you barley having the time to thank him before he was back at the counter. Hearing his father turn his attention back to you. “I remember going to those with Cat. Information is likely better now then it was decades ago.” A huff of a laugh came from you before he continued. “They also suggested she sign up for other activities to do with the other women, they offer you the same?”

Unbeknownst to either of them, to you it was almost sweet. How Ned now was prying in a subtle way as to not come off as prying. Trying to determine whether or not this was the suitable class for you, knowing that if it wasn’t, neither of them would hesitate to seek out something better. As if the fatherly instinct turned on for both, Jon for the baby, and Ned for yourself. Sipping the juice given to you by Jon, you put the glass down with a nod. “Swimming. One of the women, this is her second child and she told me that being in the water in the later months can help take the pressure off. Just another thing to look forward too.”

You had only muttered it, but Jon knew his father caught it was he did, your lower and less savoury tone. A chuckle left the man, “Aye, I know that look. Seen Cat go through it more times then I can count, it doesn’t last long. A few months at best.” Jon couldn’t help but let out a small smirk to himself as he heard you huff. Barley glancing behind his shoulder to see that you had let your head fall into your hands, elbows propping it all up on the table, something muttered under your breath. While on didn’t catch it as it was too muffled, he could imagine the dismay felt knowing how long it was going to last, and while not that you would say it, Jon knew too you were aware it meant Jon would fuss over you for months about this.

He was over prepared, he had made it through all of the books faster then you had. Nearly memorizing everything he could, and going back to write down the rest. Even down to the food, while it cooked, already Jon made his way to the cabinet he kept your new prenatal vitamins in, setting them in a tiny glass bowl to sit at the side of your plate knowing you always needed food in you when taking them. You hadn’t felt great when taking them and skipped a meal, though that was on a day that Jon wasn’t there.

Whenever he was there he ensured you were taken care of. He knew it could be overbearing, he knew to some this may constitute as babying you, but he couldn’t help it. You were carrying his child, a child you both had created together. Something that bound you both together for the rest of your lives. It made Jon as joyful as it did worried. He’d been thinking that way more and more, hearing an echo of Robbs voice accusing him of essentially baby trapping you. Whenever that possessive feeling kicked in, too did a rising anger in his blood. That accusation that he would ever do something like that to you, take your choice away, your freedom.

Robb had never even come close to saying anything like that again, in fact, it seemed he was trying to rectify it. But Jon didn’t really care. He was still on edge, hearing biting words from the brother he trusted most, the one person who had been there for him his whole life. Maybe Robb was right in a way, maybe deep down a sick and twisted part of Jon that he had no idea where it could’ve come from did want to do that to you, but he didn’t. And Robb should’ve trusted him more to know that.

Having missed over half the conversation you had with his father, Jon only put a smaller amount on a plate for him before turning a bit. Head gesturing down to the counter with an ask if he wanted any, only to get a shake of his head in a grateful no. Luckily, you knew the routine by now. Now questioning the amount he plated for you by the time he sat down. Jon knew in time you’d only need to increase how much you ate based on how much the baby was growing, and part of Jon smiled to himself knowing he’d have a stubborn battle with you in the coming months over that fact.

The other day you had tried to bite back, playfully of course. He had quite a few very early shifts, so early he suspected you benefited from it by being able to hide your morning sickness because he’d be gone by the time it happened. So it had been the first time he could sit and have breakfast with you in days. You had been picking at the remainder of your food when Jon prompted you to finish, you had done so, but not before pausing when about to take a bite with a raised brow. “You know Robb doesn’t hound me like this when we have meals.”

You meant it as a joke, of course you did. Jon wasn’t sure if you took his response just as much of a joke, but he had moreso only grunted and muttered, “That’s because Robb is too nice about how stubborn you are.” It was the easiest path, his own dig at Robb while covering it up as if teasing you. It was incredibly petty and he felt bad for it, but Jon was the last one to let go what happened that night in the driveway, and didn’t know how he’d get passed it anytime soon.

The last he saw you, his sisters were occupying you very well.

Jon needed to finish some reports that he hadn’t gotten too. The perk of the more tedious aspects of his job, was that he could do much of it here. Jon could go in, put extra hours into the hands on parts of his job and make up for the time needed for reports by doing them here, so that he could either have you in the room, or pause and go check on you anyways. Some night when he couldn’t sleep, he’d gently get out of bed, usually prompting the now waking up Ghost to hop up onto the bed next to you, so you didn’t feel alone even in your sleep.

The room only lit by the glow of his computer as he’d type away, he’d pause and look over at you. Tucked comfortably underneath his blanket, in his bed, not even the one he first slept with you in, it was even better. The bed he spent years drifting away at night knowing he was falling in love with you. The bed that his teenage self guiltily spent many nights getting off to the wonder of what being with you would be like.

That was where his filthy habit came from. His teenage mind in love with his best friend, not knowing what else to do. He’d get up, plug his headphones in and start searching. No one was good enough to look like you. The hair was too long, too short, not the right shade, the face not close enough, their voice so loud and obnoxious that he now knew was nowhere close to how you sounded. Some nights he’d give up, some nights he would deny deny deny that it was you he was still trying to imagine when he did.

Now though? Now it was different, and yet it only had been for months. He could barley still comprehend how recent it was that he finally found the bravery to kiss you, and everything after? And how now you were downstairs in his main home, his sisters pestering you about becoming aunts? Sometimes Jon felt as if he would wake up and be once more thrown back into the world before any of this. He’d be back in the apartment, and you’d still be with Karl Tanner or Ramsey Bolton and he’d just be waiting to see when they would hurt you and step in hopefully before it was too late.

He never expected to wait for you to feel something for him. He had long since assumed you didn’t. But as blindly rageful he was hearing what Ramsey spilled out about you just to humiliate you, there was something Jon couldn’t deny. He didn’t have to wait for feelings that would never come, they were already here. Yet he could hear as he descended the stairs, your voice but no longer his sisters the ones you were talking too.

It was petty, jealous perhaps the word was? But before he’d be seen coming down the steps, Jon stopped. His eyes narrowing as he listened to the familiar voice talking low to you, not to hide secrets, but that calm tone Robb always used with you that Jon’s darker insides had come to despise.

“I already said I would, there’s nothing left to debate.” Jon could hear a huff come from you, not of annoyance but something more playful. Not able to hear your response, Jon barley took another step down as he leaned more to the banister trying to hear, and feeling rather childish for doing so. Instead he only heard Robb first, “Its not out of my way, no one is thinking that but you.”

Straining he could just barley hear you, your voice sounding not too far from wherever Robb was. “I mean I could reasonably walk there now, but...” Trailing off, Robb only mentioned that it wouldn’t be so easy later on. Jon presumed you nodded before continuing, somewhat along a different train of thought. “I don’t know how I’m going to stand it. Feeling like I will be completely useless. Already I worry I’m not contributing enough to be here.”

As it turned out, Robbs answer was the exact same as the thought which instantly had come into Jons head at that exact moment. “You’re contributing to the family by having a baby. I’ve seen my mother go through four, I know how difficult it will get. You don’t have to do anything to prove something to be here. Got it?” Robb had paused before his final ask, Jon suspecting he had to turn your head to look at him properly, and he knew you must have nodded a silent yes.

Coming down the steps finally, your heads turned to look at him, neither of you acting as if there was anything to hide. Not that Jon would ever put that on you, but his eyes darted sharply to look at Robb for the briefest of moments. Both of you were on the longer couch, you were sat facing him with your knees more pulled towards your chest as you rested more against the back armrest, with Robb sat somewhat sideways with his feet on the floor but his arm stretched along the back of the couch where if he so chose, could reach out and brush his hand against your arm. He didn’t move, thinking nothing was wrong and yet Jon forced himself to swallow that feeling, trying to sound normal. “What were you two gossiping about?”

You answered for him. “Robb was asking me what the schedule for my classes and appointments look like and some of them are on the days you couldn’t take off. He was just offering to drive me,” You turned your head to Robb with a playfulness and a raise of an eyebrow. “Despite me saying I am perfectly capable of walking.”

Both brothers chuckled at you, Jon coming up behind the couch and circling around to where he leaned down to murmur loud enough for both of you to hear. “You can, until you need help even putting your shoes on or getting up from the couch.” Pressing a kiss to the top of your head before you even had a chance to register how he was mocking you, a grin on his face as he finished his moving. Picking your legs up without a second thought, and for you draped your thighs over his lap as one of his hands innocently stroked your calf through the comfortable leggings you had worn.

His eyes only flickered to the side for a moment, looking to see Robbs arm moved and now he leaned more against the other side of the arm of the couch matching more of your posture but away from Jon. You didn’t notice the shift in the air and if Robb did, he said nothing of it. Jon knew he was being territorial for no reason but the burning in his blood spoke that he could not help himself. Robb continued as normal, adding to his brothers mocking without the hangup of wanting to glare at him. “You remember how much my mother needed help when she was pregnant with Rickon, you really think you’re going to be around all of us like that and we won’t help you?”

Opening and closing your mouth as you no doubt lost the argument, you crossed your arms over your chest. One foot reaching just slightly out enough to playfully kick at one of Robbs legs, and pulling them back up quickly as Jon almost pulled your legs and feet closer towards him to protect you from retaliation, even though you struck first. “I’m pregnant you know, not an invalid.” Both for a moment, forgot any tension with a bemused glance before looking towards you once more. Something insulted in you huffing again as you knew you could not escape Jons grasp. Merely muttering to yourself, “The novelty will wear off eventually.”

Jon watched you with a playful smirk but soft eyes, how little you knew that was untrue. This wasn’t a novelty. This was something he never thought he would have and yet? Part of him felt that pride too, that it was his child you were having, not the brother next to him which he wondered if Robb had ever thought of.

He could only imagine what Robb was really thinking when you told him, his unwarranted suspicion of Jon aside, what hurt did he feel? What loss of a woman he now never would have? Did that feel good to Jon, having that over his brother the way he claimed? Well, if Jon refused to think deeply on it, that was what he could simply tell himself as much as he wanted. That it didn’t matter what Robb thought, this was the way it was now.

Glancing around, Jon changed topics. “Where are the girls?” Robb mentioned they had disappeared into the basement whispering after talking to you about maternity clothes and Jon raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Sighing with a bit of a laugh, he let go and his head dropped a bit back. “Well, at least they’ve finally found something to bond over.”

At least they were more mature now then they were years ago. Jon could still recall when they were both immature and young. Something of Arya’s would go missing and she’d storm into Sansa’s room accusing her and they’d squabble until it turned into a petty fight which would need to be broken up. Typically by either Jon, Robb, or their father wandering in and all but picking Arya up and either turning to wish a playful push to get out of the room, or sometimes just carrying her until she could be dumped on her bed like she weighed nothing. Now at least they were bonding over the baby, there wasn’t going to be much they could argue about in that respect just yet.

Muttering quietly that you needed to use the restroom, you pushed yourself up to move before glancing at Jon still keeping your legs effectively trapped. Raising an eyebrow with a bemused look, your tone flat as could be. “Am I still allowed to do that part by myself?” Jon had barley opened his mouth, but you read his eyes like words in a book and shook your head. More forcefully snatching your feet back to you before climbing off the couch away from him. “Don’t answer that.”

Both brothers watched as you disappeared down the hall, and suddenly the silence was staggering. They hadn’t spoken much. Robb would talk generally to Jon when others were around or even just you around, but by themselves they had hardly spoken since that night. Robb knew he made a mistake that Jon would take harshly, and it showed. The tension sat right on Jons face, his jaw clenched and his hands almost unable to stop fidgeting from a tense awkwardness. Robb however, made the attempts more then Jon did to try and mend that wound. His voice calm without any hesitation with a light playfulness in it as he spoke. “You’d think after over a decade she’d be used to this.”

Jon nodded, somewhat. Not very meaningfully and with a scowl still clear across his features. Running a hand over his mouth as he shifted trying to look as if he was sitting more comfortably. He needed to say it, and part of him wanted too but that part too fought with another part of him which said that he shouldn’t thank his enemy. Which was stupid, he knew. Robb was his brother, not his enemy. And yet...look where his brain had led him at least in verbiage. “Thanks. For offering to drive her. I wasn’t sure what I was going to-”

Robb only cut him off, it seemingly to spare him mercy in how awkwardly his strained tone sounded. “It was the least I can do. The only person I have to answer to is father, and if I wasn’t going to drive her then he would’ve done it himself.” Jons face turned downward not to look, not wanting to showcase how uncomfortable he felt and yet still both of them chuckled deeply.

Jons head rising up as he again ran a hand over his face, noting in the back of his mind his facial hair needed a slight trim before it got too long. “Aye, he would’ve done that.” It was not as if Jon was an expert conversationalist, but he knew this was painfully obvious. Trying to string together a series of words to form into a sentence which did not begin with a warning to stay away from you. “I know the amount seems excessive,” Your name coming off his lips, “I know she thinks so.”

Robb however, didn’t hold the same awkwardness. “She thinks living in the house is her getting in the way, it think it would be safe to assume she doesn’t really know what’s good for her.”

A tick in his jaw came out, something knowing what that could mean as well. And who would be better for her then the highborn brother whose always gotten everything handed to him. Eyes sealing shut he needed to stop, but he couldn’t help it. He was supposed to try and get along with Robb, if just for you and yet the second you weren’t there to remind him you were his, something in Jon latched right back into the truth of what he knew.

You being pregnant did not diminish Robb’s feelings and that aggravated Jon to no end.

“Jon.” Turning to look at him, he could say he didn’t expect it nor want what Robb was going to say. “I know things haven’t been okay since that night-”

Shaking his head, Jon pushed himself upwards to his feet. He did not want to have this talk now, you’d come back any moment and even if you didn’t, Jon wanted to stay angry. Robb might have been trying to make amends, but he was still rather close and touchy with you. Jons girl, the one Robb had feelings for, the one he’d swoop off your feet if given the chance were Jon to screw up again. He’d never be free of his stupid mistakes one week months ago and Robb was now a vulture hanging around what was not yet even the decay of Jons relationship with you to pick at the remains once the time came.

Calling his name, Jon only moved down towards the hall you disappeared into. A mutter only loud enough for Robb to hear and hopefully none else nearby or listening in. “Save it.”

If Jon heard Robb sigh deep and frustrated, he pretended otherwise. Instead finding himself looking at the restroom door open and light off, you hadn’t returned. But you weren’t hiding nearby with prying ears, you disappeared completely. Brows furrowing, Jon begun his search. The main floor of the house the biggest space aside from the actual outside of the property but found empty room after empty room. His eyes glanced to the outside, not seeing any sigh you were out there until he heard a slight low grumble from the study nearby. The door was mostly closed save for a tiny crack, Jon pushed it open.

The glow dim from only a single lamp nearby, sat on the side table next to the couch. It was that sight which finally made Jon smile. You were sat down, surrounded by three wolves. Greywind lay by your feet, or actually, on your feet. Something the direwolf did a lot to force you not to stand up so he could sleep by you undisturbed. One one side of the couch lay Nymeria, her head in your lap already fast asleep. One of your hands running gently over her ears as on occasion she’d shift to shuffle closer to your touch. On the other side of you curled up into a ball facing you was Ghost, just enough space left for Jon to sit as if the wolf knew.

You glanced up at him with a very amused expression and a pretend of exasperation. “I’m surrounded by wolves no matter where I go.”

Chuckling, Jons head dropped for a moment of that laughter until looking back up at you with wide and bright eyes and a smile forming. His voice low and soothing as if not to disrupt the peace. “You’re one of the pack now.” Making his way over, Jon barley needed to look where he stepped to climb around Greywind’s frame to expertly position himself on the couch next to you. Without even waking really, Ghost spared no time in moving to rest his head on Jons lap as Nymeria was on yours. Both of Jons hands running over Ghost’s fur and playing with his ears as a whining grumble of content came from him, matching close to the sound no doubt that caught his attention when it was Nymeria who made it. Looking at him with a questioning gaze, asking what he meant, but Jon just smiled down at Ghost before looking at you. “You’re one of us now, and they know it. Which means they’ll protect you as much as we all will.”

You didn’t say anything. A softness in your eyes that too softened Jons to follow, a thankfulness in them that didn’t get followed up with words you were ready for yet. Instead, you only shifted enough to rest your head more against his shoulder.

With wind blowing against the glass, light from the moon half hidden by the curtains and crackle of a small fire Jon knew his father must have left on by mistake, it only added to the feeling. A calm after he had walked away in anger. You were one of them now, but the pack wasn’t just one. You were Jons, carrying his child, and it was you both with the future together. And that calm only reminded him further that your future lay with him, not Robb.

No matter how much his brother might pretend he felt otherwise.

Jon wished he could better convey how little he was in the mood to be hounded about this at that moment. His eyes starting to strain from staring at the screen of his computer for so long, he was close to finishing his report and would’ve much rather avoided the attention he was about to get. They meant well, they were his friends, but it didn’t mean it didn’t aggravate him. He had wanted to finish his report, then go outside to call you, see how you were feeling when shadows hovered over his desk.

Trying to ignore it, he could hear Grenn one of the figures behind him trying to simply catch his attention. “Jon.” Muttering a what, he didn’t stop typing nor turn around until an arm reached over to sit on top of his desk before his keyboard. Glancing down at it, it was a smallish box. No bigger then perhaps the size of an apple. Nothing about it stood out save for the well tied ribbon around each side of it coming together to seal it off without much fuss. That had Jon turn around somewhat, raising an eyebrow with a confused expression to follow in a silent ask of what this was.

Sam, Grenn, and Pyp all stood by. Pyp circling around the rest to sit atop the empty edge of Jons desk, as Sam sat in his next to him and Grenn hovering with a hand over Jons chair. Pyp held the enthusiasm. “Well go on, open it.”

Jon said nothing, only glancing between them and then to Sam who gave little away. Slowly pulling the ribbon lose, and opening the box. Tissue paper sat to hide what was inside, pulling it away sat something that took him off guard. So far while his mates were happy for him, a lot of it had been teasing and jokes. Nothing serious. But as he pulled it out, it looked like a smallish toy. Almost like a charm bracelet but large for an infant to hold safely and play with. Made of a smooth wood, sturdy non moving charms hung from little spots all around it. A swap between a small wolf head, a stags head and antlers, and what seemed to be one he didn’t understand.

A small snow globe with indents in the carving to look as if inside was just falling snow on a wooden landscape. His eyes couldn’t quite take off of it, until he heard Sam explain from beside. “It’s for the baby, whenever they’re born. Pyp and I wanted to do something to celebrate, and thats what we came up, and Grenn carved it.” Jons eyes softened a bit but hadn’t stopped looking at it yet. Sam leaned forward pointing to the specific choices of charm throughout. “The direwolf were the symbols of the Starks when a highborn house was structured differently, and the stags head for a Baratheon.” Jon tapped gently at the last one.

Sensing the glances between it seemed they were suddenly not confident in what they had done. Pyp took the reigns on it. “The baby will be both, but we also figured that they should remember their own name. Snow.” Jon glanced up to him, an unreadable expression on his face as Pyp looked a bit bashful. “Took us a while to come up with what could symbolize Snow. Its safe for the baby and everything, the way it’s made. Even if they stick parts of it in their mouth like my nephew always did, it’s safe.” Pointing to the charms to make his point.

Jon nodded, “How long did this take?” Grenn said that once Sam and Pyp came to him with the idea it was easy to make. He and Jon had long since took up wood carving as a hobby for when they were north of the Wall and there was little to do once night hit and they were only able to make camp in the Haunted Forest. Nodding, he suspected they were expecting this sort of quiet reaction from Jon. Not a man typical to make grand gestures towards people especially with all of his co workers all there to potentially witness it. His voice however, gave off something strained. A clearing of his throat that spoke to more emotion winding up in his throat then he was wanting to give the impression of. “Thank you, all you of you. Really.”

Glancing to the lot of them, Pyp nodded with Grenn as Sam spoke sheepishly. “Everyone else here’s been having a go at you, so we thought we could do something to show we actually are happy for you.” Pyp adding with a jest, that they too all hoped it would help Jon decide who the godfather was going to be. Jon didn’t need to say outloud for them to know that he wasn’t going to put up with that debate for the fourth time these past short weeks. His flat falling expression conveyed that already quite clearly.

Patting his shoulder on the back, Grenn glanced to Pyp. “Come on, leave him to his work.” Getting up to follow, Sam at least followed the idea and turned to sit more at his own desk next to him, settling in while glancing at Jon still looking it over before he put it back in the box.

Gently opening the top drawer, he sat it inside with his collection of photos. Sitting it there only for the day, fully intending to bring it home. He could only imagine the look on your face when he showed it to you. In a small box in the side of your room together, sat some of the things for the baby that was too early to have a place for yet.

His younger sibling had went to the storage in the attic and sorted through all of their baby things to find ones of their own they wanted to pass down to the new baby. Toys from when Bran and Rickon were babies, a simple but small stuffed bear that Jon recalled Arya as a newborn being incredibly attached too, and a soft blanket that Jon recognized as Sansa’s favourite when she too was a newborn. Some of their favourites as a baby or toddler and they had wanted to pass them on. It meant the world to Jon, it really did. So instead of storing them away, he found a decorative box to sit on the floor where eventually he knew a cradle would fit perfectly. The wolf plush sat in with it, and now he knew he could add this charm toy along with it.

It was odd, in their own way the baby was bringing people together and yet in other ways it did the opposite. It drove Jon away from Robb, and it drove your family away from you. As much as it unified people on one side, the further did others get. Jon could glance now at the calendar on his desktop, his schedule all filled out and seeing the days you had classes that he wouldn’t be there for. If he hated himself more, he’d fill out the rest of it by specifying that Robb was taking you. Only to keep track of things, and yet with a deep sigh through his nose Jon let his mouse click over those days and type it in.

Jaw clenched as he did so. He didn’t want his brother thinking that this would be normal, that he’d be involved in your pregnancy the way Jon was to any close degree. You weren’t his, and neither was the baby in your belly. It wasn’t alright. He had to reign in that anger. Sam was always keen to pick up on such drastic mood changes from Jon and he certainly did not wish for that to happen. Jon didn’t really want to do anything to give Sam a reason to pry about that petty and unreasonable aspect of Jons psyche. He already wasn’t proud of it, but he was angry and stubborn enough of a man to know he wasn’t going to actually do anything about that.

He was right about one thing though, you loved it. Once he had gotten home finally, telling his family he and you would be a bit late coming down for supper he had let you open the box just as he did to find out before relaying the same details that his mates told him.

Only you were so much easier to read. Your eyes lit up so brightly, a smile not even bothering to hide painted across your lips as you turned and turned it. “Who knew they had such a sweet side.” Jon only grunted with a bit of amusement in his chest as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. Muttering that you were only saying that because you didn’t have to spend days with them out in the wild and see how easy it was to want to throw them in a river then. You only glanced over to him with a playfulness, “Or perhaps that is just because you have a tendency to be a bit of a brute.” Opening his mouth to object, you swapped the toy into your other hand, freeing up one enough to point grab at the edge of your collar and pull it down more to expose the skin on your shoulder. The marks now fading, but still clear bruises from the last occasion Jon got a bit carried away.

Not that you were complaining, but it made Jon smirk all the same as he only leaned down to press the gentlest of kisses to the skill discoloured skin. Glancing up at you without fully raising his head with a rasp, “I’m sorry, darling.” About to tell him not to be, Jon cut you off by cupping the side of your cheek. Pulling you into his lips for a proper kiss, you leaned into him so easily.

Thumb running across your cheek, he pressed many smaller ones each and every time he himself tried to pull away. You made it so easy to keep kissing you. If he wasn’t so strict about ensuring you ate, Jon would’ve gently set the toy aside. Push you down onto the flat of his bed and hover over you, kiss you until both of you needed air together, which for Jon, could last quite a while. Pulling away, you nodded for him to get up with you. Walking to the other side of the room to place the toy right beside the wolf plush, you grabbed a longer, warm cardigan as Jon chuckled at you. Your eyes turning to him with a jest and yet still accusing doubt. “What?”

Jon only gestured to the cardigan before smiling a big in amusement. “It’s not even winter yet and you’re already cold.” Coming up to you, he placed his hands on your hips as you held him at the waist gently. “The baby stealing all your warmth?”

Shaking your head a bit with a hidden smile, you looked back up with bright eyes still. “Maybe you just need to keep me warm more this winter.”

A bright, loving smile came over him. Not bothering to answer yet as he leaned down to press another long, lingering kiss to your lips which stole your breath right from your lungs before he pulled away. His rasp or his kiss making you shiver, he couldn’t know. But he adored it all the same. “Aye, I do.” Turning you in his arms, he pushed you towards the door, “No more stalling. I know you’re hungry and won’t admit it.”

You had attempted to turn to look back at him and say you were fine, but changed your mind the second you made eye contact with his greys shining down at you knowingly. Only turning back with a shake of your head he guided you down the stairs and following into the main dining room. No one questioned what made you both late, all smart and correct to assume Jon wouldn’t tread on anything inappropriate seconds before bringing you out for dinner. But, as he pushed your chair in for you as you sat, Jon couldn’t help but notice Robb watching a little closer. Looking for those signs everyone else knew weren’t there.

His eyes scanned for marks, signs that anything had been gotten up to in that time. The possibility of a jealous brother made Jon ironically feel jealous if not possessive as the right word. He knew of course that you liked suppers like this. With everyone in one place, it took the pressure off of you from becoming the main discussion as chatter begun as food was served and passed around. Jons eyes every so often flickered to the side, making sure that you put enough of one thing on your plate before you passed it to Robb across from you.

Only, just as Jon felt the need to say something to you about how little you had yet, that possessiveness flared up from within. His dark eyes growing ever darker as he watched Robb with a teasing look gesture to your own plate, his tone matching which no one found suspect. “You sure you’re eating for two with only that?” Glancing down with a furrow in your brow your face fell flat at realizing what he meant. Mentioning that you had plenty of time to build more of an appetite. Only Robb again, had seemed to take up the conversation which normally happened in silence between Jon and you instead. “If they’re anything like one of us, you’re going to want to work on that real quick.”

There was chuckles at the table, your eyes flickering to a bemused Catelyn who confirmed as such that it would be something you’d have to adjust too no matter what. Robb as if to make a point, purposely reached over enough to put more on your plate to make a jesting scene of it as you just as joking but on a dissatisfied mocking face to jest your not true disapproval.

Jon watched for a second, his eyes on Robbs retreating figure back into his seat, himself still holding the next dish. Normally when Jon was trying to get you to eat more, he’d just serve for you but he knew if he did it now with more eyes currently on you, it would stand out. It would look almost like he was trying to one up Robb. Instead, with a more clenched grip Jon handed it to you and simply didn’t make any mention of the amount.

Robb was doing it in a joking way, but he didn’t know you like Jon did. He didn’t understand the deep rooted insecurity. Robb hadn’t gone with you to classes and appointments and see the weary manner which you eyed the much more pregnant women in a way that Jon knew meant you were worried about when you looked like that. He didn’t understand what Jon would do to ensure you never had to worry about that, not before, not after, but certainly not when you gaining weight was the healthiest thing for you and the baby. Robb didn’t know any of it.

He was throwing daggers in his eyes each time you and Robb laughed. You both spoke to each other a lot that dinner, and Jon hated every second of it. His gaze tearing away from his brother down along the table to find anything to distract himself. Only, he found himself meeting Arya’s face twisted slightly towards him. Gesturing to something without making it noticeable, Jons face only scrunched not knowing what she was trying to convey.

Her eyes flickered towards Robb, then back to her lap then Jon again, and he connected the dots. His hands rising up ever so slightly palms out to show nothing, he knew she picked up on that he meant he didn’t have his phone with him presently, so whatever she was secretly trying to message him to say wasn’t going to be read now. If Arya could’ve sighed dramatically, she would’ve. Instead keeping it internal as she gave a little tilt to say to talk to her later. Jon nodded, knowing at least the two of them still spoke their own strange silent language. Especially when it was Arya with something on her mind she wanted to talk about.

The meal went smooth for everyone that wasn’t him. All Jon could focus on what the way Robb looked at you. That look he knew so well if just because it was the one Jon had given you for half your life, if not the entire time at least Jon had been there. There was something wanting yes, but moreso wide eyed and lovesick, something that affection dripped from without the understanding of how obvious it would be to any but you.

In moments such as this, Jon truly wished that Theon were here as a buffer. He and you would consistently get lost in a conversation and Jon wouldn’t here have to constantly watch his brother look at you and wish it was him in Jons position. Which, he knew Robb was thinking that. Why wouldn’t he?

Jon could not imagine looking at you in anyway close to the way he did and not want to envision a future together that was bound by blood. Not in an archaic sort of manner, no. But blood as in, the life you created together. The alternate version of Jons life where everything that happened between you and him, but with you and Robb, he hated it. He didn’t even know why he was unable to get rid of those thoughts. They were haunting him, tormenting him, mocking him as if to say that he was going to wake up at any moment and discover this was all a falsehood and a farce.

He was worked up, his muscles felt tense and an energy that was not pleasant needed to go somewhere but he didn’t know what. At least sensing Arya’s eyes on him, Jon muttered to you gently that he was just going to talk to Arya about something. If you picked up on his tense state, you thankfully said nothing yet. Not that he’d expect you too, you normally knew how to handle Jons tense moments.

You’d wait to see first if he came to you himself, opened up. Then if not, you were simply sweet on him. Reminded him in other ways you were there for him and it always prompted Jon to relax and open up, remembering why he didn’t like hiding things from you in the first place. But for now, Jon didn’t want you around him when he was this worked up about something so directly involved with you. You’d mistaken it for you doing something, but too, he also needed to get this out of his system, because neither did Jon wish for you to clue into that it was Robb about you he was mad with. That wasn’t an ideal scenario either.

Seeing Arya on the back porch, Jon turned to look where the main living space was. Calling out knowing he’d sense the intention from his tone alone, “Ghost.” And there, the scurry of the direwolf to his feet. Shaking out his fur and trotting over to him right away. Were wolves able to smile, there would be one on his face right now. Beckoning him to follow, the moment he let the glass door slide open, Ghost darted out with barks loud on his person.

All but leaping down to the ground off the porch where Nymeria was running around. Within seconds as he closed the door behind him, you could hear playful barking as the two begun to chase and snap at each other. At least he thought, unlike Arya, Nymeria was Ghost’s size and could hold her own against him in a playful fight.

Walking up to the porch, Jon rested his arms across his chest. Both of them just watching the direwolves for a while. He didn’t need to start the conversation, if she wanted to speak this privately he knew it was likely a conversation he wouldn’t like. The moment she opened her mouth, his suspicions became confirmed instantly. “What do you think he’s going to do?” Jon said nothing, as if silence was an adequate response to the question. Turning to look more at him, Arya’s tone wasn’t genuine curiosity but more a pedantic rhetorical one that she still expected Jon to answer. “You know what I’m talking about. What exactly do you even think Robbs going to do?”

“Nothing.”

Did he himself think that? Or did a wolf much like the one of his own he watched in the distance just give the answer he thought was no doubt expected of him. Arya didn’t buy it, naturally. “So why were you staring daggers at him the entire time?” Jon muttered that he wasn’t, and it was blatantly obvious between them that in this case, Jon was not good at lying. Rolling her eyes, she turned to match his stance. Arms crossed over her own chest, a scowl moreso frustrated on her then troubled on him. Her voice a bit lower, more serious but still held a familiar sound of talking down as if he were an idiot. “When has Robb ever been that person?”

The silence was painful. That question wasn’t rhetorical, but Jon knew any answer other then the truth was being unfair. “He hasn’t. But we’ve also never liked the same girl before.” Repeating the word like, with much more of a scoff, Jon turned to look over at her. “What?”

But the frustration as much as it sat so clearly on her tone, it didn’t shine yet as prominent in her eyes. “I think it’s a bit passed like, Jon. She’s pregnant. What is Robb going to do? Be a home wrecker? In his own home to his own brother?” Whatever words Jon had on his lips died as she cut him off. That frustration once more returning to cut him with the edge in which she spat it out with. “You two fought, why can’t you just let that be it?”

He sighed deeply through his nose. He wished he had a good answer to that, but he didn’t. Jon took his time to answer, and at least as testy as Arya could be, she knew much like you, and much like their father not to rush Jon to answer when he was this silent. Looking down, he uncrossed his arms. Stepping forward enough to brace each hand against the top railing of the porch banister. His eyes more wide as he looked up to the sky now so dim it could be described as dark, and just above the trees a near half moon lighting everything up around it.

Jon could only wonder how beautiful of a sight it once was, in an age where light didn’t hide out the amount of stars in the sky. He imagined Arya would’ve enjoyed that more then what little she could get even here. He imagined Kings Landing was the worst. Likely you could see the moon and nothing more with how dense it would be and lit up at night.

But it was watching that moon and what stars he could find, that calmed his blood more. Something filling him as he inhaled deeply through his nose, the air cool and crisp in autumn still. His voice was softer, more rasping with something distant behind it lost in thought, but not angry or dismissive. Your name coming from his lips. “I bought her a ring before she was even pregnant.” He could feel his little sisters eyes firmly on him, but he just watched what he could of the night sky. “I’ve always known she was it for me. Even before we started dating, I knew it was her. It always would be. I could find a girl I like, settle down, be happy, but as long as she was in my life..it wouldn’t be enough. Watching her disappear when she dated Tanner, and then just when I got her out of it, I watched her trade one nightmare for another.”

He’d never forget the day he met that rat, and he would always remember how Ramsay knew instantly what Jon felt for you. And what he did to torment him personally about it. But he spoke none of that outloud. No one still knew but the two of them, that he’d mock Jon with the sounds of him fucking you just to make his life worse. He didn’t tell you before and he wouldn’t now. But that didn’t mean that it made this easier.

“I never expected anything. I wasn’t waiting for the right time to jump in, I accepted what I was to her. Just her best friend, but we’re more then that now. And we always will be. But this is the one thing I have thats mine, the one thing that wasn’t Robbs first. Finally, I’m first and I want to be her last and I can’t stand watching Robb knowing that somewhere in his head, he wishes that he could be her last instead. That some part of him wants her even now.” Arya had listened silently. Taking in his words, and she too was quiet for a while trying to think of anything close to the right words.

“They’re not going away.” Clarifying before he could even ask, “Robbs feelings. They aren’t going away. I don’t know what to do, but you can’t hate him. I know you don’t hate him and you know that too, but you can’t keep acting like it. It’s not helping.” He knew that, and Jon had no idea how to pretend to stop feeling angry at Robbs feelings or acts of jealousy, nor how long it would event take for that pretending to bleed into actual acceptance and move on from it.

That felt like a lifetime away.

Sighing out, Jon let his head drop. Eyes closing for only a moment before he trailed upwards to once more watch Ghost and Nymeria. Now much more off in the distance, he expected they’d come back rather late and much to Catelyn and Sansa’s dismay, both likely in need of a bath. Arya took him off guard, even having told her minutes ago, she took him off guard. “When are you going to ask?” That time when he turned to glance at her in confusion, she truly was looking at him like he was an idiot as she said your name. “Her, stupid. When are you going to propose to her? You said you bought the ring, and there’s no better time, right?”

Brows narrowing, Jon considered it. Asking, he was so close to asking only a few short weeks ago and yet here he was. It was completely different now, even though, it wasn’t. He could wait until everyone went to bed, crawl into bed with you and ask you just laying next to each other under the covers and you’d say yes. But, he had enough sense to know better. Just for now, he wouldn’t be asking with the right intention.

He would always ask because he loves you, but he didn’t want to also ask, because he was possessive and wanted to lay a final claim to you. That proof could come soon enough when your belly would begin to swell, marriage could wait until it felt as if he wasn’t being hasty. “I’m not. At least not yet.” Arya’s ask of why was calm and genuine. “I waited my whole life for her, I can wait a little while longer to cross the finish line.”

Pushing upwards to two feet properly, Arya followed. Turning to look up at him, that frustration now tinged with something else. Jon hadn’t said much, but with her, he didn’t always need to. They could read each other well, well enough she picked up tonight something it seemed no one else had to talk to him about it. “Just trust him. His feelings aren’t going away, so you’re going to have to get used to it, and trust he won’t do anything.”

Arya didn’t say anything else. Going back inside to the warmth without waiting for him. Looking down at his feet, Jon sighed deeply as one hand came up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Turning back to once again brace against the banister railing. Legs somewhat bent backwards as he looked back up at the moon.

This was supposed to be between him and Robb. The casualty Jon knew was going to be painful, was you being in the middle, something both brothers had been trying to avoid. But with the fight in the driveway, and Jon growing colder and colder towards only Robb in particular, he knew he was putting everyone else in your position was well. They were too casualties by proxy.

He didn’t want to turn it into him or Robb, divide his siblings and family into thinking thats what this all boiled down to when it was so much more complicated then that. And if Arya noticed already, it was only a matter of time before everyone else noticed too. And certain people might not be as amicable to hearing Jon out then Arya was.

And yet, as he came back inside, Jon found you in the kitchen with Robb. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, the two of you just joking about something as he’d seen you do thousands of times. Putting you and everyone else in the line of fire with his jealousy, and yet, it didn’t go away. That urge remained to yank you to his side and tell Robb to leave you be from now on as if you were an object. He didn’t want to be that way, and in truth, Jon had no idea where that side of him came from.

This kind of anger, this kind of possessive obsession didn’t at all feel like something that came from his Stark side. Whoever his mother had been, possessive was not the word he would wish to describe her as, but he came to no other conclusion. Something in his blood that wasn’t Stark, was making him look at you with something dark and territorial and no amount of his sense as a man was letting that go away.

And yet the moment Jon turned, himself coming into view did you clearly catch him at the side of your vision, turning to face him more without a second thought and half of his inner turmoil melted away. Your eyes bright and soft as you looked at him, it hadn’t been long even since he had seen you and yet you looked at him as such. It was simply your natural reaction, something within you always excited to see him as he was you, even with Robb standing so close.

Telling himself not to ruin the moment, Jon muttered your name with something gentle yet playful in his tone. “How about you take advantage of no one using the water, before you go to shower like last night and they’ve used up all the hot water?”

A knowing look came over you, shaking your head slightly in what he knew was exasperated amusement. Sharing a glance with Robb, you likely didn’t pick up on the ever so slightly tense shift in his demeanour, nodding for you to go on. Jon gently turned along with you to guide you out of the kitchen to the stairwell, but not quite before having a pause. Looking at Robb with something more narrowing in his brows, his brother watching with his own sharper expression right back that neither of them spoke on.

Nor did they need too. The silence was all the tension needed to know what was going unsaid still forth. Catching up to you more, Jon following into the bedroom closing and locking the door behind him. Your person already having moved towards the dresser where the mirror was, pulling your hair in front of you to begun pulling out the ties keeping the braids all together and slowly undoing them. Jons hands naturally, itched at the urge to do it for you.

Coming up behind you, his hands grasped at yours, pulling them down to your sides as you let a small huff of a laugh out. “I can-”

Only interrupting you with a more cheeky grin, Jon begun more easily undoing the braids from his advantage right behind you. “Can do it yourself, I know. Hasn’t stopped me so far though.” He could see in the reflection, you resisting the urge to tilt your head in bemused agreement and he appreciated that he preferred you stand still for this part. The less you moved, the less likely Jon was to accidentally tug at your hair too hard. He hadn’t in years, not since he was still practising as children, but he wouldn’t risk starting it now.

Each strand coming loose, Jon helped smooth it out by running his fingers down the length, always slowing at the feeling of a tangle and using both hands to unravel it before continuing. It took longer and longer for this process to continue the longer you both were together. Jon started as he normally did, just enjoying your hair even from before you were together, but as the months passed the longer Jon used excuses to stay at your hair before all together dropping the pretense. He simply loved running his hands through your hair and he felt no reason to hide that by now.

Satisfied for now, Jon worked right away. Grasping the edge of your shirt, you helped him by moving your arms enough he could pull it up off of you, his hands only pausing just long enough at your breasts to dig his fingers under the fabric of you sports bra and gently pull it up off with everything else. Dropping it by your feet to handle later, you stood bare chested in front of his mirror. His hands not wasting time, yet, smoothing down your sides before undoing your jeans without so much as a need to pay attention to unbuttoning them. Once more, his hands slunk into your underwear and grasped hold, pulling it all down in one go. Kneeling behind you, guiding your legs to pull each pant off, while keeping you nice and steady against his grip as he did so.

The moment he stood, you turned to face him, not bound by his hands loving to keep you in front of him in this way. You spared no time, pulling his own shirt up and off. Only you must have either sensed his tense feelings radiating between he and Robb, or you were simply more soft then usual. Your hands drifted up his chest to press high against his torso, leaning to press your lips to his. Instantly cupping your cheeks, Jon pulled you closer. Deepening the kiss which you started, a greed yet satisfied hum leaving him as you sighed into his lips.

This was clearly what both of you needed if for different reasons. He had to remind himself, you were pregnant. He knew that meant things about your mood and needs would begin to change and that you might seek him out more. Not that Jon would ever struggle let alone reject your want for affection, but he knew to take advantage of that need while he would have the chance. Wrapping an arm around your bare waist, Jon pulled you close, his hand at your cheek moving more to your jaw to tilt you up to meet his lips. Kissing you over and over, as your hands slid downwards.

He felt you at the belt of his jeans, but taking a bit too long you must have needed to see. Pulling way, Jon instead preoccupied himself with kissing down your neck. Your shaking exhale beautiful in his ears as you now had a better angle at which to pay attention to his belt, opening enough to as well undo his jeans before trying to push the fabric down a bit. You wanted him to let you go so you could take them off, but a chuckle came to him before he could stop it.

Pulling way, he grinned at your narrowed expression without any explanation. Turning you, Jon more playfully pushed you towards the bathroom door with a mutter. “Set it to however warm you like.” You would need no more explanation, he liked it hotter then you could handle, so he would let you now set it to whatever you wanted. If he wanted a hot shower alone he could have that anytime, it was simply having you in the shower that he sought out more now. That was his main goal, having his girl in the shower with him to take care of as he liked.

Gentle sounds of water begun filling the air, the door partially open from the washroom, Jon first glanced over with wider eyes to ensure you were not looking. Crossing over to a cabinet of his own, he knelt down opening it. Digging through one thing then another, he knew it was tucked away safely but he had to check. Or moreso, he simply wanted to see it, needed to. He leaned forward a bit so he wouldn’t have to pull it out into the open to get a better look, instead only raising it up enough that he could look it over.

Hearing you still pattering about in the other room, he could tell by the distance of the muffle that you were not anywhere near view of the door luckily. He considered it. Truly, he did. He had all of the confidence that if he were to walk in there right now and give it to you, what you would say. But, would he be asking because now felt right? Or because that very wolf within him was angry that Robb was so close to what was his with a wanting in his eyes, even if you could not detect it yourself.

The conflict twisted in his stomach. Wrapping it back up, he let it sit right back in it’s hiding spot. He couldn’t ask you now. He would just be trying to keep you with him by any means necessary instead of asking because you were ready. That was his promise to himself when he bought it, that Jon would not ask you before he knew you were ready. He could be ready right now, and you would say yes right now, but saying yes and being ready were not always the same thing to such a large question.

This was not one act or request, it was a lifelong commitment and despite a darker feeling within trying to convince him otherwise, Jon was a better man then that and did not wish to act on such darkness anyways. Closing everything back up, Jon pushed up onto his feet properly, taking his jeans off the rest of the way before finally making his way into the other room.

Warm steam begun filling the room in a comforting way, you no doubt turning the water up just slightly higher then you preferred it, trying to accommodate Jon as much as Jon wanted to accommodate you. Shaking his head slightly, he at least could too smile seeing you had already gotten in. Pulling the curtain back gently, you turned back almost about to cover yourself up.

A brow raised as he nodded down to your hands hovering over about to hide, the grin on his face was palpable in how teasing it was. His voice might have been more on the side of flat, but your own face falling flat too spoke that you picked up on his mocking with ease. “I think we’re long passed that.”

Your face attempted to steel itself as to not form into a grin, and when failed you simply turned to face away from him. Letting the water run over your front. Coming right up behind you, Jon grabbed your hips. Carefully stepping into you so his back pressed against your chest, running up and down the smooth but now water kissed skin his palms found. Leaning down to your neck, Jon pressed his lips there with a touch like like a feather, but a rasp deep and soothing in your ear as too it sent a shiver down your spine. “Let me do you first.”

Not letting you answer, Jon reached over your shoulder. Pausing as his hand was about to grab at your soap before moving to the shelf upwards with his own things. Your laugh heard over the water as you watched him, but unlike what you might have done months ago, question him on it, you simply understood in your own way. Jon liked when you smelt like him, even if it was just with his soap.

Carefully running the cloth over you, each stroke over your skin gentle for a man like him and yet his eyes were narrow paying attention. One would think the slightest of too much pressure put on your skin would have you shatter by his level of tender care. It was also one of the only tasks Jon could do so close to your bare form with nothing to hide his view, and he wouldn’t let it distract him. Making sure all of you was washed over, he only pushed upwards to unhook the shower head. Muttering for you to turn around for him, he started with your back down before getting you to face him as he rinsed the rest of the soap off as well.

A satisfaction in his chest at how already he could pick up his own scent on you even just here. Your hands grasped at his waist as he reached to put the shower head back, Jon meeting your bright eyes as he returned. The water making your hair flat and heavy and enough mist coming his own way that it tamed and dampened his own curls. One hand ran along your upper arm, his other moved higher. His fingertips trailing across your cheek before tilting your head up by the chin.

Did Jon even need to say more? Your eyes fluttered shut first, lips parting for him slightly as he closed the gap. Capturing your lips in a kiss, the fingers by your chin slid backwards. Raking through your soaked hair to pull you closer, Jon deepening the kiss the very second you stepped up to him. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, trailing high to rake through his curls. Almost just as he was doing for you earlier, accepting his kiss but massaging his scalp with your nails. Just scratching along enough a shiver ran through his blood warming him with need.

One hand grasping at your hip, Jon turned you in place. Pressing you up against the wall of the shower, his body pressed tightly against yours as his lips kissed you deeper and rougher. Feeling himself bite into your lips as an aggression grew and grew, only increased tenfold as your arms wrapped around him more, nails threatening to dig into his back.

Risking to near bruise your hip, Jon, didn’t bother to hide how hard he grew, how you would feel every second of it knowing that there was only once place his mind could trail towards, and at least in here, alone with only the two of you, that possessiveness needn’t come out in aggression or anger, but in a true need.

A particular harsh bite to your lips, you gasped into him, breath stolen by Jon but too interrupted in every way as he took advantage. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, he stepped up closer to tower over you more, his other hand reaching up to grasp at your jaw. Tilting you up to be angled perfectly to simply let go and allow him to control it. Brushing his tongue against yours, never allowing you even the chance to explore back no matter how much he felt in your grasp, in your shake, in the whine hiding in the back of your throat that you wanted too, and yet would let Jon control it.

Confident you’d stay where he placed you for now, Jon let the hand on your jaw move. Slide through the wet strands of hair at the back of your head, sifting his fingers through he get a good hold. Were he not tasting the inside of your mouth with greed, he may have more directly noticed how much you melted into his touch before he even did anything. Grasping your hair was an act enough alone to get you worked up, knowing even the slightest tug could have you wanting to press your thighs together, but here, you didn’t need too.

Tearing his lips from yours, he heard you gasp but thought little of it as he felt his teeth baring in need to sink into your soft skin, seeking out out sensitive neck. Biting down with something raw behind it, your body arched into his as you gasped so beautifully high pitched for him. Your hands holding onto him tighter yet scared to carve into the muscles of his back as if he’d ever tell you to not do whatever you needed with him. It was a pain you so seldom scratched along him and yet Jon craved every second of it. How much he could look at the healing lines and be reminded that it was a need he gave to you alone.

Soothing the rough touches with presses of his lips, before letting his tongue brush over once more. Though not to heal further, as if marking down the continued path he was to bite down into, sucking at the skin until he knew it would bruise and mark before he’d let up. His cock heavy and throbbing as you continued to call out, your breasts bare pressed up against him. His hand on your hip slid upwards, none to smoothly, just out of an urgency to grasp roughly at your breast.

A growl let into your neck, at how perfect they were for his hands. How yet they’d grow in the coming months and even then they still would be perfect for him because they were part of you. Not just the form of a girl he felt for being pregnant was what was doing it, no, Jon knew you were special. The girl he’d looked at with a wanting innocent and otherwise almost half of his life, over half of his life. You had wandered shyly into his home at the age of eight and Jon never looked back and here you both were.

Barley able to pull from your lips, your eyes were still sealed shut even as you heaved to catch your breath as Jon did, his own grey eyes dark as they stared at you, tearing down your body more until he let go of your breast. His hand with more intention, but tilting your head up to meet his eyes as the sudden motion was enough for yours to flutter open. A tender wonder for only a moment lasted before something wanting and yet endearingly shy came over you, in the mere seconds it took for your brain to catch up to his intention.

Two fingers pressed roughly against your clit, were his hold of you by your hair not so firm, you’d have jumped along with the pretty gasp you too let out. Knowing he wanted your eyes on him, but Jon wouldn’t match it right away. Instead, he looked down, watching your legs as they stood there, trying to to shake already, feeling your hands on his shoulders now trying to not hold on too tight as he rubbed tight circles into you.

He worked you up as a musician could an instrument they had long since become an expert on, he didn’t even need to think about how to bring you the most pleasure, it was second nature. The moment in any way you became his, Jons lesson of life was to learn every single inch of your frame and every single thing which made you wanting and needing and drew you closer to an orgasm and he would exploit it without a second thought.

The slightest hitch in your breath, knowing to the second how close he had brought you to the edge already, Jon leaned forward. His nose nudging slightly at yours as he watched your eyes flutter closed once more, moving with him in the way he could much more gently capture your lips. A sound not even he could tell if was a moan or a cry or even just a sigh filled his mouth from yours as something pleasurable came through you, his gentle touch a perfect harmony to the rougher one at your clit.

Not even deepening his kiss, the moment Jon sensed it, he refused you in the final seconds to finish before those same two fingers slid down. Was it merely being surrounded by water or were you truly this wet for him already? Jon desperately hoped for the later. Some words spoke that women possibly were more needing when pregnant then before, and once more Jon felt his cock throb at the thought.

He wanted you all the time, he could hold himself back, but it never made wanting you the way he did any less intense. It was why when he had you alone, Jon could take you as often as he did. He would wait as long as you needed, years even to be with you this way but the very second he had you just like this, holding back was something he would struggle with immensely.

Dragging along your sensitive walls as he felt you soak and clench around them. His kiss interrupted by his own smirk as the whine finally was pulled. The water beside you both impeded on his ability to hear how soaked you were, but he could feel it. He could turn the water off right now, pull out of you and show you how much you coated him already. Pressing you further into the wall as much as he could, Jon refused himself to pick the pace up, to keep it steady, keep you on that edge instead of allowing you to fall over it and you wanted it too.

As sick as Jon sometimes felt for enjoying not letting you cum, you trusted him enough to not disobey that and it made his head spin. That trust felt almost unearned, only months he’d been with you this way, and in that time he had been far from perfect, but you took that trust for him from nearly a lifetime and never second guessed directing it towards him in this way. He had accidentally gotten you pregnant after spending weeks obsessing over that very thought, and you still trusted him.

You couldn’t know for sure he didn’t do this on purpose, but you trusted him regardless. Something Robb would never understand, the kind of trust you had in Jon and why he would rather die then take advantage of that trust for his own gain separate of you. His wants were you, not in spite of you.

Muttering against your lips, Jon could feel your shaking breath with each word he muttered against them, “Turn around for me, darling.” Nodding yes, Jon stole one last kiss before helping you turn. Pulling his fingers out and pressing a kiss to your forehead as you winced even at that loss alone.

He preferred you to face him, wanting to kiss you, watch your beautiful eyes on his but in the shower, he knew he could keep you so much more steady if he pressed your front into the shower wall, rather then hold you up in a balance and not harm you. It wasn’t just you at risk now, and if he was not willing to let you slip and hurt yourself then he wasn’t going to harm the little one now. No matter how much you tried to argue they were so small it wouldn’t matter.

Your body leaned back against his, seeking out the warmth that he gave off unique to the hot water still raining above you both. Your legs parted more, stance wider for him as you held at Jons forearm which slunk around your front to hold you against him. Only moving his length enough to properly brush between your soaked legs, Jon pressed a lingering but tender kiss to the skin just below your ear, hearing your breath take pause as he took his time.

Not rushing as he slowly slid inside of you. Watching with dark, hooded eyes as yours fell closed, as your head dropped and too did your lips part in a silent gasp. The manner which he stretched you was something else, it was as if each time he was moulding you to fit him, to fit his length to be made for him and ensure no one else had a right to try and change that. If a name and face which would want to do same came to Jons mind, he refused to let it develop into a full thought. Instead choosing to focus on gently shushing your whines with his soothing rasp in your ear. His thick cock dragging against your clenching, warm and soaking walls as you somehow were a balance of tight enough his teeth gritted but yet somehow gave no resistance. The thrust slow and slick but smooth and tight you had him use his now free other hand to hold at your hip, knowing already he was creating bruises in the shape of his fingertips to match the other.

You would never know if Jon was going to start slow and take you rough the moment he slid inside of you, or if he would work you up fast and needing but take his time once he got to it. He was wild and unpredictable and not with purpose, his need for you simply varied to every extreme and he refused not to explore it. Instead, he filled you completely, pulling his lips from your skin only enough to hear a whine come through the shaking exhale.

As much as his own blood boiled in his veins, Jon huffed a laugh as a gentle smile came over him. Your eyes not even catching it but hoping your ears could hear it, which you always could. A flush coming over your chest which Jon himself could not see but just like you, knew was there. His murmur in your ear making you clench around him, as he so slowly begun to move back out of you, only just enough to feel you tense before he couldn’t help himself and thrust back as deep as you could take him. “Breathe for me.”

Nodding, he knew you must be lightheaded, kept on the edge more then once now and so full, telling yourself not to let go right away. If the feeling of your cunt so wet and tight around his cock wasn’t fogging up Jons mind he might have had the thought of how adorable he found it that you always tried to hold off until you knew for sure his teasing was over. Never pushing his limits, never begging, never acting the brat, instead trusting he knew what to do with you.

So he kept a slow pace, moving in and out of you never speeding up and never growing rough. Forcing you to feel every single inch slide inside of you, imprinting the feeling of his cock so it stayed with you like a phantom come the morning. “Jon..” Nodding against you, Jon pressed his forehead against the back of your hair, your bodies moving slowly together like waves never pressured to pick the pace up.

Something most men would consider torturous were you to handle them at this pace on your own, but no, Jon was the one keeping you this way. The manner which your nails dug into his forearm, how your breath shook with every inhale and each exhale accompanied by a cry or a moan or a whine as Jon filled you over and over. Knowing how much you were holding back against that warm tightening he was creating inside of you.

Only shifting enough so you didn’t think he was pulling way from you, Jons hand moved enough so that as his hips thrust inside of you barley enough to even call it a real pace, his large, rough hand pressed firmly against your stomach. Your skin so soft perfect for him, he had every inch of you memorized but here he would do it again. Marking your stomach to memory, so that the very second you begun to grow and swell with his child he could watch it. Jon had a long list of ways to take you to admire you growing pregnant the further along you got.

He knew you’d be nervous, he knew you’d be self conscious as to your size and Jons head dropped to your shoulder with a grunt not knowing the words to explain he didn’t care if you ever were this size again as long as you were pregnant with his child. His grunts grew to growls as he didn’t go rougher, but picked up the pace more. Water going from hot down to warm as it still splashed against you both, Jon growled as he knew it got in the way of hearing the soaked sound of his cock sinking deep into your cunt. But he’d take you in the bed once finished here, he was not done. One was never enough, he always wanted you.

He wanted you to have this baby, have more, create a little family, a pack of your own making together and so he could bring out that ring he was hiding from you and ensure it would be you and him forever no matter what. But he held off, he bit down harder, leaving indents of his teeth into your shoulders as you cried out. He’d ask you here and now if he hadn’t talked himself down from it earlier.

But he knew he had to come up with a plan, otherwise any time his cock was so deep inside of you, he could slip up and ask you at any point. And he still might even with such control, you were more then the mother of his child but that did not make it any better.

Faster and faster he thrust inside of you, “Hands against the wall.” Not commanded, but the tone an order all the same. You nodded, with cries wanting to leave you, bracing yourself against the wall as Jon shifted. Grabbing both of your hips and steadying himself Jon thrust faster and faster. His hips slapping more loudly into your ass, the skin echoing off the walls and back to his ears as your cries increased. Everything in him drew burning hot as he came closer and he knew you had no idea how loud you were, nothing but beautiful gasps and whines and begs of his name you didn’t even know you were letting out.

But he fucked you again and again, sinking inside completely each time before he knew you were losing it. Clenching so tightly around his cock, Jon growled shamelessly into the air as he thrust now harder and harder. Each slam of his hips pulling a loud moan from you before your muscles tensed and seized around him. Cunt clenching him so tightly but before you could question yourself, Jon pressed his chest into your back. Sinking as deep as he could, his hands tight on your hips as he dragged you back against his cock to fill you deep as he could.

Your cunt practically begged him to finish inside of you, and he obliged. There weren’t many places Jon would want his seed to spill, but inside of you was almost always one of them. Groaning your name as your silent moans haunted him. Thick ropes of his seed filled you, pressing close against you until you let out a loud sound at how sensitive you were. Jon for now, had given you all he had and you took it perfectly.

He’d keep you there for a while. His arms easing you back into the world by wrapping around you, before even thinking of pulling out. Eventually turning you to face him once he did as you fell into him, accepting his kiss not caring as you had little breathe to even hold out on. Jons hand running down the length of your soaked hair over and over as you wrapped out arms around his back and shoulders once more.

Moments like this, Jon could forget the rest of the world and have only you exist as you did the same with him. Just wrapped up in one another, with a baby now growing between you. He could for now, not obsess over the ring he had hidden for you, the one he bought before you were even pregnant. The one he wanted to give you already but held off to keep you comfortable at your own pace. But he would soon take you to the bed, lay you out properly and take you over and over then too, far later into the night then he should’ve kept you awake. As if marking his territory all over again, trying to tune out the sight he had not let himself think about.

The sight you had no idea, of how often Jon had watched Robbs eyes turn to an angry jealousy the moment he trailed them to your not yet showing, pregnant stomach. It made Jon angry, furious, but when the baby was born and it looked the perfect mix between Jon and you, he could rub it in Robbs face as much as he wanted then.

Jon hoped his father was right, and Robb would get over this, but they were both wolves. And wolves did not back down from a fight easily, certainly not when it came to a perfect mate like you being the creature of wanting between the two of them.

He wouldn’t just marry you to make his point to tell Robb to back off, but Jon certainly wanted this baby to make that point for him.

[sunrise-of-wonder]

I spent hours yesterday torturing myself writing a hypothetical query letter 😵 Not because I hate myself but because I feel like it was a good exercise to help me get my stakes/motivation in line for my big first edit. I feel like it worked pretty well? Picking one POV was a pain in the ass (I have 5 and I try to give them equal weight in the story, but that won't really fly in a query) but I cobbled together something reasonable. Progress!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

The Terror fandom: what screencap moment should I draw?

[exopelagic]

i can’t believe i managed to get fucking mono and didn’t even get it by doing anything fun

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Pick Us!

In which you have to choose a club and it looks like everyone wants a piece of you.

Part 2 (Choosing a club)

You were minding your own business, dodging Grim's increasingly creative ways to get you to buy premium tuna, when Crowley swept in with his usual dramatic flair.

“Ah, my dear pupil!” he exclaimed, arms wide like a bad community theater actor. “To better immerse yourself in school life, you must join a club. It’s mandatory!”

Before you could protest or ask any clarifying questions, he disappeared in a swirl of his cape, leaving you standing there with nothing but Grim’s unsympathetic shrug.

Naturally, this information traveled faster than you could process it, because the next thing you knew, Ace was practically dragging you by the arm across campus.

The Basketball Club

“Alright, listen,” Ace began, spinning a basketball on one finger and grinning like he just invented the sport. “You’re obviously joining the basketball club. It’s the best. I’m here, Floyd’s here, and even Jamil’s here, so really, it’s a no-brainer.”

“Is that supposed to sell it?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Uh, yeah!” he said, tossing the ball toward you. It immediately bounced off your hands and hit the floor. Ace, undeterred, caught it mid-bounce and gave you a wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I’m, like, super good at this. Just ask him!”

From across the gym, some poor guy—bless his heart—tried to nod in support, but you caught the nervous look he shot Ace instead.

“Okay, sure,” you said, “but isn’t this just an excuse for you to show off?”

“Maybe,” Ace said with zero shame, dribbling the ball dramatically before attempting a layup. The ball bounced off the rim and into Floyd’s waiting hands.

“Shrimpy!” Floyd called, tossing the ball behind his head without looking (and still somehow making the shot). “Join the club. It’ll be fuuuuun.”

You hesitated, because with Floyd, “fun” could mean literally anything. “Define fun,” you said cautiously.

“Simple! You, me, and Ace crushing people in games!” Floyd grinned, leaning closer to you. “And if anyone tries to mess with you, I’ll squish ‘em.”

Ace groaned. “Floyd, you can’t just threaten people into joining.”

“Why not?” Floyd asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Because it’s weird!”

“No, it’s effective,” Floyd countered, shooting you another toothy grin. “C’mon, Shrimpy, you’re already here. I’ll even let you call the plays. Or, you know, not. Whatever.”

“...You’re just bored, aren’t you?”

“Obviously,” Floyd admitted, leaning lazily against the wall. “But hey, if you join, I won’t let Ace hog the ball. Win-win, right?”

And then there was Jamil, who had been sitting silently on the sidelines, observing the chaos with his usual exasperated expression.

“Are they done?” he asked, finally standing and walking over to you.

“I don’t think so,” you replied, watching as Floyd tried to steal the ball from Ace mid-dribble.

Jamil sighed. “Typical.” He glanced at you, his tone cool and measured. “Ignore them. They’re just trying to drag you into their antics.”

“Antics?” Floyd repeated, offended.

“Yeah, Jamil,” Ace added, narrowing his eyes. “What’re you implying?”

“I’m implying you’re both terrible at convincing people,” Jamil said smoothly. He turned back to you. “If you’re interested in joining the club, you’ll actually get something out of it. Physical exercise, teamwork, strategy. And if you stick around, I’ll make sure you’re not stuck with them during practice.”

“Hey!” Ace protested.

Floyd just laughed. “Jamil’s still salty about the last scrimmage.”

“Hardly,” Jamil said, arching an eyebrow. “I’m just pointing out that if you want to learn how to actually play, you’d be better off with me.”

You blinked. “Are you… offering to train me?”

He shrugged, but there was a faint smirk on his face. “If it means saving you from their nonsense, yes.”

All you can do is sigh and say "I'll think about it"

Track and Field Club

You barely made it out of the basketball club’s gym alive when Deuce grabbed your wrist like his life depended on it. His expression was that unique combination of earnest and panicked—classic Deuce.

“Wait, don’t decide yet!” he said, already dragging you down the corridor. “You haven’t even seen the track and field club! You might like it better!”

“Deuce,” you began, trying to keep up without tripping. “I haven’t even—”

“Just come on!”

Before you knew it, you were standing on the edge of the outdoor track, blinking in the sunlight as Deuce shoved you forward like he was presenting a prize to a panel of judges. Jack, in the middle of sprint drills, stopped mid-stride to look over at you. His tail flicked once, and he jogged over with that intimidating mix of focus and curiosity he always had.

“You’re trying to recruit them?” Jack asked, crossing his arms.

Deuce nodded, puffing out his chest like he was making the ultimate sales pitch. “Yeah! Track and field’s way better than basketball. No offense to those guys.”

“I take offense,” you muttered, but neither of them heard.

“Plus,” Deuce continued, “we’ve got variety. Running, jumping, throwing—you can do anything. It’s not just bouncing a ball around, you know?”

Jack nodded in agreement. “It’s good for discipline. Builds strength, endurance, and focus. If you want to improve yourself, this is the place to do it.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, glancing at the track. “And what if I… don’t exactly have focus?”

“That’s fine!” Deuce said, grinning brightly. “We’ll help you! Right, Jack?”

Jack nodded. “Of course. We’ll start with basic drills.” He gave you a once-over, sizing you up. “How’s your stamina?”

“Define… stamina,” you said cautiously, because you had a feeling your answer wasn’t going to impress him.

Jack’s ears twitched, and he leaned slightly closer. “How far can you run without stopping?”

“Uh,” you began, nervously shifting your weight. “To the fridge?”

Jack blinked. “...You’re joking, right?”

Deuce coughed loudly, clapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about that! Everyone starts somewhere, right? Besides, they’re here because they want to try something new.”

You stared at Deuce. “I don’t remember saying that.”

“Exactly!” he continued, ignoring you entirely. “Think of how awesome it’d be to have us training you! We’ll get you in the best shape of your life. Right, Jack?”

Jack, who was still mildly horrified by your fridge comment, hesitated. “...Sure.”

Deuce, now fully in salesman mode, gestured to the track like it was some sort of holy land. “And you don’t have to worry about teamwork stuff! You can focus on your personal goals and—”

“Unless you’re in a relay,” Jack interjected.

“Right, but relays are cool!” Deuce added quickly. “Like… team spirit, you know?”

You glanced between the two of them, taking in Jack’s intensity and Deuce’s enthusiasm. They were both staring at you with a mix of hope and determination, and honestly, it was kind of endearing.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “If I join, do I get to skip the first practice?”

“No,” Jack said immediately.

Deuce grinned sheepishly. “But we’ll go easy on you!”

“Jack doesn’t look like he believes that.”

Jack tilted his head, his tail swishing once. “You’ll thank me later.”

“I’m not sure I’ll survive later,” you muttered.

Deuce ignored that, clapping his hands together. “Great! I knew you’d love it here! C’mon, let’s give them a quick demo, Jack!”

Before you could protest, the two of them took off around the track, moving at speeds that made you feel dizzy just watching. Deuce kept glancing back to grin at you, while Jack stayed focused, every stride perfect.

You stood there, bewildered and vaguely impressed, wondering if joining any club was a good idea at all. Still, as Deuce stumbled back toward you, sweaty but grinning like a puppy who just fetched a stick, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Think about it, okay?” he said, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “We’d love to have you here.”

Jack jogged up beside him, barely winded. “You’ll fit in if you put in the effort.”

“Yeah,” Deuce agreed, nodding earnestly. “So… what do you think?”

You hesitated, glancing at the track, then at them. “…I’ll get back to you.”

Deuce grinned like that was a victory, and Jack just nodded approvingly. As they walked back to their drills, you realized you had yet another club to consider—and these two weren’t going to make it any easier.

Board Game Club

Before you could make your escape—or even fully process the events of the day—your wrist was suddenly seized by Ortho, who zoomed in out of nowhere like a missile with a purpose.

“There you are!” Ortho exclaimed with unsettling cheer. His grip was surprisingly firm for someone who probably didn’t even need to touch you to move you. “Big Brother’s been waiting! Come on!”

“Wait—what? Ortho, where are we—”

“No time for questions!” And just like that, he lifted you into the air like you were a deranged package and he was some kind of express courier. You barely had time to flail before he rocketed off, delivering you with precision to the board game club's headquarters.

You landed with an unceremonious thud, right in front of Idia, who nearly fell out of his chair.

“Ortho!” Idia hissed, his flaming hair flaring. “You can’t just abduct people like that!”

“But you said you wanted them to join!” Ortho chirped. “Mission accomplished!”

Azul, seated calmly at the head of the table, adjusted his glasses and smirked. “Well, well. A delivery service—how efficient. Welcome to the board game club.”

You were still processing the fact that you’d been airmailed when Idia slouched lower in his seat, muttering, “Ugh, so embarrassing. Ortho, seriously…”

“Uh,” you began, brushing yourself off. “Hi?”

Azul gestured grandly to the table in front of him, where an array of meticulously organized board games was displayed like they were ancient treasures. “Here, we focus on strategy, intellect, and the fine art of outwitting your opponent. Unlike other clubs,” he said with a pointed glance at the door, “this one doesn’t require you to break a sweat.”

“That’s actually kind of appealing,” you admitted, still wary.

Idia perked up slightly, his hair flickering a little brighter. “See? I told you it’s cool. I mean, if you like, uh, not running around like some NPC.”

Ortho leaned over, nodding enthusiastically. “And Big Brother’s really good at this stuff! He’s undefeated in our club tournaments!”

“That’s because you’re the only other member who’s not a liability!” Idia blurted, before realizing what he’d just said. “Uh—I mean—you’d totally, like, be an asset. Probably.”

Azul cleared his throat, clearly annoyed at being excluded from the compliment. “Allow me to demonstrate. Why don’t we have a quick match? You against Idia.”

“What?” Idia sat up straight, his hair sparking nervously. “No way! That’s not fair—I can’t just—”

Azul gave him a smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of losing, Idia.”

Idia’s face turned pink. “Fine,” he grumbled, setting up the board. “But don’t blame me if I crush them.”

You sat down reluctantly, realizing too late that this was probably a trap. Idia’s fingers moved at lightning speed as he set up his pieces, muttering calculations under his breath. Ortho leaned over your shoulder, giving you completely useless advice like, “Just believe in yourself!”

To your surprise, you managed to hold your own for the first few turns. Idia glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were reevaluating your existence.

“Huh,” he murmured. “Not bad. For a newbie.”

“Is that a compliment?” you asked, moving your piece cautiously.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he said quickly, his face turning red again.

Azul chuckled from his spot at the table. “See? A game of wits and strategy. Isn’t this far superior to running laps or throwing balls into hoops?”

“Hey!” you said, pointing your game piece at him. “Don’t diss the other clubs. They’re passionate too!”

Azul raised an eyebrow. “Passion doesn’t win battles. Strategy does.”

The game dragged on, and by the end of it, you were completely out of your depth. Idia, on the other hand, looked like he’d just stepped out of an anime boss fight, his hair flaring dramatically as he made his final move.

“Checkmate,” he said, grinning slightly.

“Wrong game, Big Brother,” Ortho corrected.

“Whatever!” Idia snapped, but he didn’t look too upset. “It’s over, okay?”

Azul leaned forward, smirking again. “So, what do you think? Ready to join?”

You leaned back in your chair, your brain fried from trying to keep up. “I… I need to think about it.”

Ortho beamed. “That means they’re considering it! Success!”

Idia muttered something under his breath about “too much pressure” and “why is this so stressful,” but you caught a tiny flicker of a smile as he fiddled with one of the game pieces.

Azul, ever the businessman, handed you a brochure as you left. “Take your time. But remember—intellect always wins.”

You left the board game club feeling like you’d just survived a high-stakes negotiation. And as Ortho cheerfully waved goodbye, you couldn’t help but wonder if all the clubs were this intense.

Film Studies Club

You were rounding a corner, still recovering from your latest club recruitment ambush, when a perfectly manicured hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

Before you could even yelp, you found yourself being gracefully pulled into the Film Studies Clubroom by none other than Vil Schoenheit. His strides were purposeful, his posture impeccable, and his expression…well, let’s just say it was the definition of I’m doing you a favor, peasant.

“Vil?” you sputtered, barely managing to keep up. “What are you—”

“I need to vet you,” Vil said simply, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. “The Film Studies Club could use some fresh blood, and you look… adequate.”

“Adequate?” you echoed, mildly offended but too intrigued to argue further.

He led you to the center of the room, gesturing for you to stand under a perfectly angled spotlight. “Don’t misunderstand,” Vil continued, crossing his arms and regarding you with a critical eye. “I’m merely evaluating your potential. Our club requires both talent and diligence—qualities that, if I’m being honest, are rare in this school.”

“Uh, thanks?”

Vil ignored you, pulling out a script and flipping through it like he was deciding your fate. “If you can’t pass the audition, you can still join as a backstage hand,” he said airily. “We’re short on those too.”

“Wow, what an inspiring pitch,” you muttered, but Vil’s sharp gaze silenced you immediately.

“Read this,” he instructed, handing you the script and gesturing for you to begin.

You hesitated, glancing at the lines. “You’re serious? Right now?”

“Do I look like someone who jokes about art?” Vil asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow.

Point taken.

Clearing your throat, you started reading, trying to put some effort into it. Vil watched you intently, his expression inscrutable. He occasionally tilted his head, as if mentally dissecting every word you spoke, every movement you made.

When you finished, you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his verdict.

Vil tapped his chin, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not hopeless,” he said finally, in a tone that made it sound like a compliment. “Rough around the edges, yes, but I’ve seen worse.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said dryly.

“Don’t be smug. You’ll need work,” Vil continued, ignoring your tone. “But I suppose you have potential.”

“And if I didn’t?”

Vil gave a delicate shrug, his expression cool. “Then you’d still be useful behind the scenes. But consider this your opportunity to elevate yourself. Being part of my club means striving for excellence—no exceptions.”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Is this really about me, or are you just desperate for members?”

Vil’s eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of amusement there. “Desperation has nothing to do with it. I’m simply ensuring that my club remains unparalleled. If you happen to benefit from my guidance, so be it.”

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse? I'll think about it.”

Vil’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “Smart choice. Now, don’t make me regret it.”

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving you standing there wondering what exactly you’d just signed up for—and if Vil’s idea of “elevating yourself” involved a complete personality overhaul.

Science Club

You barely had time to process Vil's dramatic exit when a familiar voice whispered theatrically, “Ah, my muse! Fate conspires to bring us together!”

Before you could react, Rook Hunt appeared—swooped, really—out of nowhere and expertly whisked you away from the Film Studies Clubroom. It was less like being led and more like being caught mid-flight by an overly enthusiastic bird of prey.

“Rook?!” you yelped as he practically danced you down the hallway. “What is happening?”

“Mon ami,” he declared, his eyes glittering with fervor, “you must see the science club! A world of wonder awaits you!”

“Wait—science?” you echoed, incredulous. “You’re in the science club?”

“Ah, oui! Science is but another stage upon which the beauty of nature and humanity performs its eternal dance! The experiments! The cultivation of life! The creation of culinary masterpieces! All expressions of art, no?”

You weren’t sure if he was describing scientific principles or poetry, but before you could argue, Rook had dragged you into the science clubroom.

The room was a chaotic mix of activities. One corner housed a vibrant garden under grow lights, another had chemistry equipment bubbling away ominously, and a third corner smelled suspiciously like freshly baked bread. Trey Clover stood near a counter, pulling cookies out of an oven as if this were the most normal thing to happen in a science lab.

“Ah, there you are,” Trey greeted, smiling warmly. “Rook said he’d bring someone by. I’m guessing you’re deciding on a club?”

You glanced between Rook, who was already gesturing dramatically at a rack of test tubes, and Trey, who held up a tray of cookies like a peace offering. “I… guess I am?”

“Bien sûr!” Rook exclaimed, sweeping an arm toward the greenery in the corner. “Behold! We grow life itself here! Tomatoes, basil, flowers—anything your heart desires!”

Trey added, “We also bake and cook as part of our activities. It’s a great way to learn about chemistry and make something useful at the same time.”

“And explosions!” Rook chimed in enthusiastically. “Occasionally, there are explosions.”

Trey shot him a look. “Not… intentionally.”

Rook turned back to you, his expression radiant. “Think of the possibilities, mon ami! With science, you can cultivate beauty, create masterpieces, and perhaps even unlock secrets of the universe! And, of course, I am here to guide you—to nurture the artistic soul that dwells within!”

“Also,” Trey added, far more pragmatically, “we’re not picky about what activities you want to try. It’s a flexible club, so you could do a little bit of everything.”

You considered this as Trey handed you a cookie. It was warm and delicious, which admittedly swayed your opinion a little.

“Hmm,” you said thoughtfully, “so I could garden, bake, and blow things up all in one club?”

“Exactly!” Trey said with a smile.

Rook leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. “And think, mon cher—if you hone your talents here, you could support Vil in creating the cinematic beauty he so envisions! Science and art, united in harmony!”

You blinked. “Wait, are you trying to recruit me for this club and help Vil at the same time?”

Rook grinned. “Nature does not limit itself to one purpose, mon ami, and neither do I.”

Trey sighed but didn’t deny it.

“Well, this is definitely… something,” you said, nibbling on the cookie. “I’ll think about it.”

“Ah, a maybe!” Rook clasped his hands together like you’d just promised him your soul. “A victory in itself!”

Before you could say anything else, Rook twirled you toward the door, clearly ready to drag you to your next destination—or possibly just keep talking about “the poetry of chlorophyll” until you gave in.

Pop Music Club

Just as you were beginning to suspect Rook was about to wax poetic about “the lyrical mysteries of yeast fermentation,” a sudden voice interrupted.

“Oh-ho, what’s this?”

Before you could even react, Lilia Vanrouge materialized out of thin air, practically glowing with chaotic energy. “Ah, my dear friend! You’re far too bright a star to waste away on science experiments! Come with me—pop stardom awaits!”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

And just like that, you were swept up in Lilia’s whirlwind. He dragged you down the hallway with a skip in his step and a mischievous laugh, leaving Rook and Trey in his dust.

“Lilia, I can walk, you know!” you said, stumbling to keep up.

“But where’s the drama in that?” Lilia replied, cackling as he pushed open the doors to the Pop Music Clubroom.

Inside, the room was a cacophony of sound and color. Disco lights spun, a half-finished banner reading ‘Next Big Thing!’ hung lopsidedly on the wall, and Kalim was gleefully banging away on a drum like it owed him money. Cater sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through his phone and periodically snapping selfies with sparkly filters.

“Oh, hey!” Kalim greeted you, waving so enthusiastically he almost hit himself with the drum stick. “You’re here to join us, right? This club is the best! We have music, dancing, and it’s all just super fun!”

Cater glanced up from his phone, his grin wide and just a little too calculated. “You’d fit right in! Think of all the magicam-worthy moments we could create together. Plus, the followers you’d get? Off the charts.”

“Followers?” you echoed, glancing at Lilia.

“Ah, but of course!” Lilia said, flinging his arms wide as if presenting you to an adoring crowd. “The Pop Music Club isn’t just about music—it’s about presence! Charisma! The ability to captivate a room with a single note or a dazzling smile!”

“It’s also about having a good time!” Kalim added, spinning in a circle for no reason other than sheer joy.

Cater nodded, holding up his phone. “And don’t forget—every moment is a potential viral video. You, me, Lilia, and Kalim as the dream team? We’d own the algorithm.”

You hesitated. “Uh, I don’t even play an instrument.”

“Neither does he!” Lilia said brightly, pointing at some unfortunate bystander.

“Hey!” he protested. “I play the Kalimba!” He promptly tried to play a note, missed the rhythm entirely, and Lilia laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

“See?” Lilia said, unfazed. “Talent is optional here. All we need is your spirit!”

Cater stood, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “We also dabble in choreography, so if you’ve got two left feet, don’t worry—we’ll teach you how to make them look intentional.”

“Come on, join us!” Kalim said, grabbing your hands and bouncing up and down like an overexcited puppy. “We could totally use your energy!”

“What energy?” you asked, deadpan. “I’ve been dragged between clubs all day—I barely have any left.”

“Exactly!” Lilia said with a wink. “We’ll channel what’s left into a glorious crescendo of pop music excellence!”

You weren’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or just surrender entirely to the chaos. Lilia’s grin was practically infectious, Kalim’s enthusiasm radiated like the sun, and Cater was already adjusting the angle of his phone to catch you in the best light.

“Well,” you muttered, “at least it sounds… lively.”

“Lively is an understatement,” Cater said, snapping a selfie with you and Lilia in the background. “Hashtag PopStarsInTheMaking! You’re gonna love it here.”

“Let me guess,” you said dryly. “You’re already planning to upload that, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Cater said with a wink.

Lilia clapped his hands, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, what do you say? Ready to unleash your inner star?”

“I… will think about it,” you replied, edging toward the door.

“Think fast!” Kalim called after you. “The bass is calling your name!”

You bolted before anyone could shove an instrument into your hands.

Equestrian Club

As you hurried down the hallway, still reeling from the pop music chaos you'd just escaped, you nearly collided with a flash of red.

"Ah, there you are!"

You blinked up at none other than Riddle Rosehearts, who looked as though he'd been scouring the entire school for you. His eyes narrowed, and his voice carried a tone of stern authority mixed with subtle relief.

"I've been looking for you," Riddle said, crossing his arms. "Ace and Deuce mentioned that you’re considering which club to join. As housewarden, it’s my responsibility to ensure you make a proper choice."

You blinked, still processing. "Oh, uh… thanks?"

"Enough dilly-dallying," Riddle said briskly, taking your wrist with surprising firmness. "You're coming with me to the Equestrian Club."

"Wait, what—"

Before you could finish, Riddle had already begun marching you toward the stables. You were half-dragged, half-guided, catching snippets of his lecture along the way about the merits of horseback riding, discipline, and poise.

When you arrived, the warm scent of hay filled the air, and the sound of soft nickering greeted you. The stables were pristine, the horses sleek and well-groomed. Standing nearby were Silver and Sebek, both tending to the horses.

"Riddle, you found them" Silver greeted you with his usual calm demeanor. He gave you a faint smile as he gently brushed a dappled gray mare. "Perfect timing—we were just about to go for a ride."

Sebek, on the other hand, straightened like a soldier at attention, his voice booming. "THEY WILL JOIN US, OF COURSE! IT IS ONLY FITTING FOR AN INDIVIDUAL OF WORTH TO EMBRACE SUCH A NOBLE ART!"

"Sebek, indoor voice," Riddle said sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I AM OUTDOORS!" Sebek retorted, though he did lower his volume slightly.

You glanced nervously at the horses. "Uh, I don’t know if I’m… horse material."

"Nonsense," Riddle said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Riding teaches discipline, focus, and responsibility. It’s the perfect club for fostering growth—and for avoiding unnecessary distractions like some less dignified clubs."

"Pop Music Club?" you guessed.

Riddle sniffed, his expression sour. "Among others."

Silver walked over, still holding the brush, and gave you a reassuring nod. "Don’t worry. The horses are gentle, and we can teach you everything. It’s a peaceful activity once you get used to it."

"Peaceful!" Sebek exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. "It is a pursuit befitting the greatest warriors! EVEN LORD MALLEUS—"

"Sebek," Riddle interrupted, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Focus on the matter at hand."

"Apologies!" Sebek barked, saluting.

Riddle turned back to you, his expression softening just a fraction. "The Equestrian Club isn’t just about riding horses. It’s about elegance, partnership, and understanding. You could benefit greatly from it."

"And the horses are great listeners," Silver added.

"Unlike some humans," Sebek muttered under his breath.

You bit back a laugh as Riddle gave Sebek another glare.

"What do you say?" Riddle asked, stepping aside to let you see one of the horses—a chestnut with a kind, inquisitive gaze. "This is Vorpal. Perhaps a ride would convince you?"

The horse whinnied softly, and for a moment, you considered it. There was something appealing about the tranquility of the stables, the camaraderie of the club members, and the undeniable charm of working with such majestic creatures.

But then you remembered the drum chaos, the science experiments, and Vil’s dramatic vetting process.

"Let me, uh… think about it?" you said, taking a step back.

Riddle sighed, though he looked more exasperated than disappointed. "Very well. But don’t wait too long—indecision is unbecoming."

"Yeah," you mumbled. "Got it."

As you made your escape, you could hear Sebek booming, "RIDING A HORSE WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!"

You weren’t sure about that, but you were certain that escaping club recruitment was starting to feel like an Olympic sport.

Magift Club

As you staggered away from the stables, thoroughly frazzled by Sebek’s enthusiastic yelling and Riddle’s intense lecture on discipline, you barely had time to catch your breath before—

“Yo, gotcha!”

A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders from behind, and you let out a very undignified yelp. You turned to find Ruggie grinning up at you like a mischievous hyena that had just found its next meal.

“Ruggie! What—?”

“No time for questions, boss,” he said, practically dragging you down the path. “Leona’s orders. He told me to bring ya to the Magift Club.”

“The Magift Club?” you repeated, already sensing disaster.

Ruggie nodded, smirking. “Yup. Let’s go, let’s go!”

“But—wait—I don’t even have magic!” you protested as he hauled you toward the field.

“Details, details,” Ruggie waved off, his grip on your arm firm.

Soon enough, you were dumped unceremoniously on the sidelines of the Magift field. Leona was lounging on the grass under the shade of a tree, looking entirely too comfortable for someone allegedly trying to recruit you. Epel was nearby, aggressively practicing his throws while muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “I’ll show ‘em.”

Leona cracked one eye open lazily as Ruggie dropped you off. “’Bout time,” he drawled.

“Leona,” you said flatly, “why would you want me in the Magift Club? I don't even have magic.”

He yawned, looking entirely unbothered. “Yeah, I know that. You’re still better than the other herbivores running around. You can be the manager.”

“Manager?”

“Yup,” Ruggie chimed in, plopping down next to Leona. “You’d handle all the boring stuff—paperwork, schedules, snacks, makin’ sure Epel doesn’t throw a fit when he gets tackled.”

“I don’t throw fits!” Epel yelled, narrowly missing a hoop with his throw.

Leona smirked. “Sure you don’t.”

You crossed your arms, unconvinced. “Why me, though? You’re telling me I’m the best candidate for this?”

Leona sat up slightly, his sharp eyes locking on yours. “I’m sayin’ you’re the least annoying option. I don’t need some herbivore manager who’s gonna cry every time I take a nap instead of practicing. You’re not useless, so quit whining.”

Ruggie leaned in conspiratorially. “Basically, you’re the only one Leona doesn’t feel like chasing off the field after two days.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a ringing endorsement.”

Leona shrugged. “Take it or leave it. Makes no difference to me.”

At that moment, Epel ran up, panting slightly from his practice. “C’mon, you should join us!” he urged. “You don’t need magic to be part of the team. And if you ever wanna learn some tricks, I can teach ya!”

Leona gave him a lazy side-eye. “Don’t scare them off.”

“I’m not scarin’ ‘em! I’m convincin’ ‘em!” Epel shot back, glaring at Leona before turning back to you. “Seriously, we could use someone like you. The club’s fun, I promise!”

Ruggie snickered. “Fun’s a stretch. It’s more like… survival of the fittest with a ball involved.”

“And napping,” Leona added with a smirk.

Epel crossed his arms. “Well, maybe if someone practiced instead of nappin’, we’d win more games!”

Leona waved him off with a scoff.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know, guys. This sounds like a lot of chaos.”

“Chaos is half the fun,” Ruggie said with a grin. “C’mon, boss, think of all the free food we get during games. And you’d get to boss Leona around as the manager. Ain’t that worth it?”

Leona snorted. “Good luck with that.”

You glanced at the trio—Epel brimming with determination, Ruggie radiating mischief, and Leona looking like he didn’t care but also somehow cared just enough to try. It was… weirdly tempting, in its own way.

“I’ll… think about it,” you said finally.

“Fair enough,” Leona said, already reclining again. “Don’t take too long, though. We’ve got a game next week, and I’m not filling out paperwork.”

Ruggie winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll come around. Everyone does.”

As you left the field, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just been almost recruited into something much more taxing than a simple club.

Mountain Lovers Club

Before you could escape the Magift field and all its potential paperwork, you took a sharp turn—only to smack right into what felt like a wall of polite menace. A soft, knowing chuckle sounded above you.

“Oh dear, do be careful,” came Jade Leech’s unmistakably smooth voice.

You took a step back, already dreading the conversation. “Jade,” you said warily, “what are you doing here?”

His sharp smile grew ever so slightly. “Waiting for you, of course. Word travels fast, and I’ve heard you’re in the market for a club.”

“Oh no,” you muttered. “You’re not here to—”

Before you could finish, he was already guiding you away, his hand light on your arm but unyielding, like a vice hidden under a silk glove.

“Come now,” he said, his tone as polite as ever, “I simply must show you the Mountain Lovers Club.”

“The what now?” you asked, bewildered.

“The Mountain Lovers Club,” he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“And… who else is in this club?”

“Why, just me.”

You stopped in your tracks. “It’s just you?”

“Yes.” Jade smiled serenely, as if this were not a glaring red flag. “I am the founder, leader, and sole member. But with your arrival, that could very well change.”

You blinked at him, unsure if you’d misheard. “Wait, so you’ve been running a one-person club this whole time?”

“Indeed.” His expression didn’t falter in the slightest. “The Mountain Lovers Club is dedicated to the appreciation of all things mountainous. Hiking through beautiful terrain, foraging for wild plants, observing unique ecosystems, and—on occasion—befriending the local fauna.”

“Befriending?”

“Examining, petting, observing closely…” His eyes gleamed. “Perhaps all three.”

You shook your head, trying to process. “So… why me?”

Jade clasped his hands together, the picture of poised enthusiasm. “You strike me as someone who appreciates unique experiences. The Mountain Lovers Club offers a chance to explore the great outdoors, expand your horizons, and develop a deeper appreciation for nature’s wonders.”

“And by ‘great outdoors,’ you mean mountains?”

“Precisely.”

“And it’s just you?”

“For now,” he said, his tone warm but his gaze uncomfortably intense. “But every great journey begins with a single step. Yours could be joining this club.”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Uh… I don’t think hiking through mountains is really my thing.”

“Ah, but how do you know unless you try?” Jade’s smile widened. “Besides, I’ll be there to guide you every step of the way. No need to worry about getting lost… or encountering anything unexpected.”

The way he said “unexpected” made you want to run for the hills (ironic, given the circumstances).

“Look, I appreciate the offer, but—”

“I insist,” he cut in smoothly, his tone polite but with a note of finality. “At least allow me to show you the club’s activities. Perhaps a short hike this weekend? I’ve already prepared a route.”

You stared at him. “You’ve already…?”

“Of course.” His gaze was calm, calculating. “Preparation is key. I’ve even packed a lunch.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Jade, I—”

He tilted his head, his smile remaining perfectly composed. “Surely you wouldn’t refuse without at least giving it a chance? I’ve put so much thought into this.”

“Why do I feel like I don’t have a choice?” you muttered.

Jade’s smile was razor-sharp and utterly unrepentant. “Because you don’t.”

You sighed in defeat. “Fine. One hike.”

“Excellent,” he said, his tone soft and victorious. “I’ll see you this Saturday at dawn.”

“Dawn?!”

“Oh yes,” he said, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “The mountains are at their most beautiful in the early morning light. You’ll love it.”

As he sauntered away, leaving you to process your fate, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just agreed to something far more treacherous than a simple hike.

Gargoyle Research Society

The moment you finally reached Ramshackle Dorm, exhausted from the whirlwind of club-hopping and increasingly bizarre sales pitches, you let out a long sigh of relief. The day had been nothing short of chaotic, and all you wanted was to collapse onto your creaky old bed and forget the words “club activities” ever existed.

But just as your hand touched the doorknob, a familiar voice, deep and regal, called out from the shadows.

“Child of man.”

You jumped slightly, spinning around to see none other than Malleus Draconia emerging from beneath the pale light of the moon, his presence as imposing and enigmatic as always. He stood by one of Ramshackle’s crumbling stone walls, his expression calm but his eyes bright with an unreadable intensity.

“Oh, Malleus,” you said, your voice tinged with weariness but also a touch of warmth. “Didn’t see you there.”

He tilted his head ever so slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I was merely admiring the architecture of your dorm. It has a certain… wistful charm.”

You smiled faintly. “I guess that’s one way to put it.”

Then, with the sort of graceful confidence only Malleus could manage, he stepped closer, his presence looming but never threatening. “I have heard,” he began, his tone soft and deliberate, “that you have been seeking a club to join.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “How did you—”

“The winds carry whispers,” he said cryptically.

“Right,” you muttered, deciding not to question it.

Malleus folded his hands neatly in front of him, looking every bit the picture of regal sincerity. “If you have not yet made your decision… I would like to invite you to join my club.”

Your brain, still reeling from Jade’s mountain escapades and Leona’s managerial demands, stalled for a moment. “Your… club?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice brimming with quiet pride. “The Gargoyle Research Society.”

“The… what now?”

“The Gargoyle Research Society,” he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I am both its founder and sole member.”

Of course, he was.

Malleus seemed oblivious to your stunned silence as he continued, his expression softening into something almost earnest. “The society is dedicated to the appreciation and study of gargoyles. We explore the campus, observing their intricate designs and marveling at their history. There is so much beauty in their silent watch over us.”

You blinked. “So… you just walk around and look at gargoyles?”

“Precisely,” he said, his tone unironically enthusiastic.

“And… that’s it?”

Malleus nodded solemnly. “Indeed. It is a noble pursuit, one that nurtures both the mind and the spirit.”

For a moment, you were at a loss for words. Of all the clubs you’d encountered today, this might just take the crown for most niche.

Malleus, however, seemed utterly earnest. His eyes bore into yours, his expression sincere and unguarded. “I understand if this does not align with your current interests,” he said, his voice softening. “But should you ever feel the call of the gargoyles… know that you are always welcome.”

There was something so genuine in his tone, so quietly hopeful, that you felt a pang of guilt for even thinking about brushing him off. You sighed, offering him a tired but sincere smile. “You know what? I’ll definitely consider it.”

Malleus’s eyes lit up, his calm demeanor giving way to a flicker of pure joy. “Truly?”

“Truly,” you said, nodding.

“Then I shall look forward to the day you join me,” he said, his voice as soft as a promise.

With that, he gave you a small, graceful bow before disappearing back into the night, leaving you to wonder how you’d managed to end the day not only agreeing to a potential club but also feeling oddly flattered by the idea of studying gargoyles.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “What a day…”

Masterlist

Part 2: Choosing a club

a/n: it completely slipped my mind that ortho is in film studies sorry :(

[foreverdolly]

ೃ࿔ SAVAGE BONDS part I 『 feyd rautha x atreides!reader 』

summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.

warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking. (needs to be edited, so please excuse any temporary errors!)

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The ancient walls of Castle Caladan were a fortress, the long winding halls a labyrinth to those unfamiliar with its layout. You had tried feigning sleep when you had been made aware of the surprise guest’s arrival, a one “reverend mother”- as your mother referred to her. The cool air from the hallway nipped at your exposed arm, which currently hung limply over the side of the bed. 

“She’s even smaller than your son, Jessica.” The voice sounded more like a wheeze- and it certainly didn’t belong to anyone you had ever met before. 

“As I’ve already said, the Atreides are slow to grow.” Your mother’s tone didn’t hold even a semblance of a bite to it, not like you expected. She was usually fiercely protective of you and your brother. 

Your finger twitched, causing the woman to stifle whatever disapproving comment she was about to make. Being caught eavesdropping like this certainly wasn’t ideal, but you found it impossible not to be curious. 

“She really is just like her brother,” More like he was more like you. You’d always been the rowdy one of the two. Paul must have been listening in as well, and you imagined that he was more insulted at the comments of his lack of height and muscle than you were. “The little rascals.” 

There was a beat of silence before the woman began to crone again. This time you opened your eyes just a sliver, staring into the dark abyss of your room so that you could make out the shapes of your mother and the stranger. 

“Rest now. Both you and your brother need to be prepared to meet my Gom Jabbar.” The reason couldn’t be pinpointed, but there was something about her tone that filled you with dread.

Your mother woke you up the next morning, bright and early. 

Not even the breathing exercises that your mother had taught you had been able to calm you down last night. The darkness had swallowed you whole, which resulted in a dreamless sleep that left you feeling just as unrested as you had felt the night before. Your mother noticed your hesitations, the skirts of her dress dragging against the stone floor as she moved in the direction of your closet. The dress that she picked out for you was one of your more official garments, the red hawk of the Atreides crest proudly sewn onto the right breast. 

“Did you sleep well?” She questioned as she laid the dress neatly onto the edge of the bed, urging you to stand once her hands were free. 

You blinked at her, nervously brushing your hands along the soft cotton of your nightdress. Your voice felt stuck in your throat, but you still managed to lie. 

“Yes, of course.” Your tone was flat, and for once she didn’t question you on the reasoning. She knew exactly what had you feeling so uncomfortable in your own home. 

Gom Jabbar. Gom Jabbar. Gom Jabbar. 

What exactly did the old woman want from your family? Lady Jessica was a Bene Gesserit, which could only mean that this woman was a higher up, sent to pay you and your brother a visit. You knew nothing about any “coming of age” rituals. 

Paul barged into the room, dressed in his finer clothes as well. He leaned against the wall of your room, lips pursed as if he was deep in thought. You tilted your head to the side, leveling him a worried glance. He simply shook his head, and you knew at once that he wasn’t trying to dismiss your worries. 

‘Not here. Later.’ His expression told you, and for once you obeyed. 

“The reverend mother is waiting on the both of you. Paul, get out of your sister’s room so she can get ready.” She commanded, her tone leaving no room for whining or disobedience. 

He groaned, pushing himself off of the wall so that he could head back out and into the hall. You shrugged out of your dress quickly at the hurried insistence of your mother, allowing her to do up the clasps of the dress for you. 

“Who is she?” You asked simply, brushing your hair to the side so that she could get a better grasp of the dress. 

“She was my teacher at the Bene Gesserit school and now she is the Emperor’s Truthsayer.” Your mother sighed out your name, turning you quickly so that you were facing her. “You need to do exactly as she says. There is no room to be prideful today, do you understand?” Her eyes were pleading, and you knew that she had your best interests in mind. 

You and your mother walked wordlessly out into the hall, catching up with your brother who was busy running his fingers along the uneven stone walls. You flashed a quick look at your mother before jogging to catch up with Paul, taking the hem of his sleeve into your hand. 

“What do you know?” You whispered, turning your head so that you could look at your mother. Much to your surprise she seemed to be in no hurry to separate the two of you. 

“I’ve had dreams about her before,” He whispered, and you had to pick up your pace to keep up with his strides. “And mother told me this morning that I have to tell her about my visions.” 

Your mouth went a bit dry at the realization that this woman truly was here just for you and your brother. What is the Gom Jabbar and what did it entail? There was no telling. 

“She’s in my morning room, you two.” She called out after you. 

Jessica caught up, leveling the both of you a disapproving motherly look that had the two of you slowing your strides to match hers. She seemed a bit hesitant, eyes flickering between you and your brother and the closed door. 

The “reverend mother” sat in one of the tapestried chairs, her arms perched on either side of the armrests as she watched the three of you come in. The view behind her was beautiful, the sprawling, green farmlands of the Atreides family holding on full display through the large windows behind her. You glanced at your brother, eyes widening when you realized that he was already looking at you. He bowed in her direction and you followed his lead. 

“They are a cautious bundle, aren’t they?” The witch-like woman croaked, looking between the two of you. 

“As they have been taught, your reverence.” 

In this room, here in front of this woman, Jessica was no longer the Duke’s concubine nor your mother. She was reduced to that of a pupil in the face of her teacher. You kept yourself from fidgeting, clasping your hands in front of you. You fought the urge to reach out and grab your brother’s hand, as the two of you so often did when faced with anxiety as children. Fear hadn’t regressed you to that of a blubbering child in years. 

Your mother also seemed to fear the woman before her. There was something in her tone that led you to believe that whatever she was here for, it surely wasn’t a pleasantry. Your brother was tense at your mother’s other side, jaw tense as he stared the reverend mother down. 

“Teaching is one thing, but there are some things that cannot simply be taught,” Paul’s eyebrows furrowed as she spoke, and as if she was dismissing a servant of the castle, she waved your mother off with a flick of her wrist. “You and your daughter leave us. It will be her turn soon.” 

For the first time that morning your mother hesitated, eyes softened as she looked upon her son.

“Your reverence, I-” She began, but was cut off before she could finish whatever it is she was going to say. Surely it was meant to be an objection. 

“Jessica, you know that this must be done.” Her voice held a tone of finality. There was no room for your mother to try and wiggle the both of you two out of this trap.

“Yes. . . of course.” Your mother straightened, turning towards both of you. 

“This test. . . It’s very important to me, you two.” She spoke in a hushed voice, eyes still fearful. 

“Test?” The two of you questioned at the same time, looking at one another in concern. You were confused, even more so than you were before. 

“Remember that you’re the duke’s son.” And with that your mother was grabbing your arm, pulling you in the direction of the door. 

“I suppose that it is my turn?” Your voice shook with anger as you practically tore the door off of its hinges, anxious to take your brother’s place. His cries and whimpers did not go unheard, even with the thick wood separating the two of you. 

Looking at him now, his right arm still shaking from the pain, was like being slapped across the face. 

“Right you are, girl. Jessica, please escort your son out of the room.” There was a silvery glint in her bright eyes- a challenge. She could sense it in you. 

Your mother didn’t interrupt this time, and without any words exchanged the door closed. Your brother was too shaken up by whatever had taken place in that room to fully comprehend that the same thing was going to happen to you. He tossed a terrified glance over his shoulder at you just before the heavy doors closed. The sound of it echoed around the room, pulsing in your chest as you tried to steady the adrenaline pumping through your veins. 

“Your future. . . do you know what is expected of you?” 

You eyed the black box that sat next to her as you began closing the distance between the two of you. The question she had asked. . . it was a touchy subject with you. Of course you knew. A day didn’t go by that you weren’t mortified by the prospect of your future. You only had three short years to live and enjoy before you would be forced to abandon your family to join hands with another one. 

“Of course I do. It is my duty to marry.” Your voice had a bite to it, your eyes unwavering as you stared her veiled face down. 

“It is your duty to marry a Harkonnen. It is an honor to be the only reason that these two great Houses are allies. Your heirs will be powerful beyond comprehension.” The way she spoke. . . she truly believed the shit she was spouting. 

It was impossible to consider marrying Feyd an honor. It was an ever-present looming threat. 

“Put your right hand in the box.” She commanded, nodding her head in it’s direction. 

It seemed harmless enough, nothing more than a metal box. You bent your head ever-so-slightly, trying to have a look inside. It appeared to be a pitch black, endless void. No beginning or end in sight. 

You did as you were told, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from muttering anything too disrespectful under your breath. If Paul’s screams were anything to go off of then this was going to be painful. Still, you were shocked by how cold the box was. You wiggled your fingers a few times, feeling the metal encasing them. Slowly a tingling sensation began, almost as if they were falling asleep. 

“You’ve heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There’s an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.” 

The tingling sensation somehow melded into. . . heat. No, not heat. Burning. It felt as though you had your hand held up to a bright flame. You flinched, but froze when you finally noticed that the reverend mother was holding something against your neck. Your eyes flickered the best that they could to her hand, not wanting to turn your head. 

“What I hold at your neck is the Gom Jabbar. The tip of the needle is dipped in poison. Remove your hand from the box and I will plunge it into your neck.” 

The palm of your free hand began to sweat, the gravity of the situation finally landing on your shoulders. You would be forced to endure the pain and there was nothing that anyone outside of the doors could do. No guards had come to protect your brother when it was his turn, and no matter how emotional your mother had gotten whilst hearing his screams she still hadn’t rushed in after him. You could truly die here in this room. 

“Why are you doing this?” You urged, wincing again as the burning continued to worsen. 

Now it felt as though you were almost touching a flame, fingers dancing dangerously close. It wasn’t just uncomfortable now but painful.  “To determine if you’re human. Now be silent.”

Meant for greatness, yet stifled before her prime. 

It was impossible for your clipped wings to take flight. The Bene Gesserit had instilled in you your purpose from a very young age, letting it be known that you were little more than cattle to be sold off to breed. The whole arrangement was dehumanizing, but this was the way of galactic high society. Every House had been developed by the close, watchful eye of the Bene Gesserit. Your mere existence was a result of a centuries long breeding program, so how could you ever expect for your own life to be any different? 

Every child, especially in their naive youth, dreams of greatness. There was a point in time where you had hoped to mean something. There were differences to be made, rules to be broken, wars to be raged- but you would never be at the helm of any of it. But Paul. . . Paul was different. 

“You know something that I don’t.” You weren’t asking Paul, rather telling him what you already knew. 

Where you were used to your brother pulling no punches, he had been overly cautious with his treatment of you during training today. For a second he just stared ahead blankly at the wall, and you wondered whether he would try to lie. The older you’ve gotten, the stranger other people’s treatment of you has become. Women were little more than something to be owned. It was a hard lesson to learn and was one you were still grappling with. 

Your femininity were the chains that bound you. And what of your ambition? It was currently acting as the flames licking at your boot heels. Soon you feared that it would fully engulf you; become your undoing. 

“Tell me.” Your lovely features crumpled, and as childish as it was you found yourself giving his arm a slap. 

He jumped at the sudden contact, eyes widening as he turned to face you after what felt like an eternity of prolonged silence between the two of you. The hard flooring felt cool beneath your legs as you stretched them out beneath you, and for a second you found it hard to keep yourself up in a sitting position. The world felt unsteady beneath you, both literally and figuratively. 

Paul didn’t have to say anything at all. You looked, you saw, you felt, you understood. Your shared connection had nothing to do with your genes, rather it had to do with your likeness. Two bodies, two minds, but one soul. Your twin’s features crumpled, mirroring that of your own as he pushed a few strands of dark hair away from his face. 

“So there is nothing I can do? My fate is sealed.” Your lips felt numb as you spoke. 

Your brother’s visions were more frequent than they had ever been before. “Horrors”, he’d described them.

“If there was something I could do. . .” He started, turning quickly to face you, tucking one leg beneath himself. “My hands are tied. Mother and father’s hands are as well.” 

Hiding you away or knowingly allowing you to escape your duties would be seen as an act of treason. You’d be putting your parents and their status in danger, and no matter how desperate you were to get out of any sort of marriage pact, it was far too late. Since the very moment you were conceived, this was what you were meant for. 

“When will the orders come down, you think?” You pulled your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them tightly. 

You wished that you could stay like this forever, protected from the rest of the world. If only you hadn’t been born as twins at all. You wanted so badly to be like Paul. 

But the galaxy didn’t work like that. You were not fortunate enough to get what you wanted. 

“Soon.” 

You felt comforted by the hand that he placed on your shoulder, and even more so when he kept it there until you felt as though you were able to stand up. 

You were to marry into House Harkonnen. That was your purpose; to unite the feuding houses and birth powerful offspring. You had met Feyd once before, but only for a fleeting moment. It hadn’t been awkward- no, back then the two of you hadn’t cared enough to pay any mind to the looming threat that was your betrothal. You’d been too young back then to fully grasp the severity of the situation. 

You remembered being shocked by his size. He towered over Paul, appearing to be years older than he really was. His hair had been dark back then, thick and slightly curly. 

He had only just been taken under his uncle’s wing at the time. The environment of Giedi Prime had yet to fully sink into the young boy. The Harkonnen’s looks had always been startling to you, no matter how many times you’d been exposed to it. They were dark creatures, brooding, hairless with skin as pale as milk- not to mention violent. 

The desperate way that Paul had clung to you was not lost on you. You let him squeeze you as tightly as he needed, your arms locking around his back. This meeting would change everything. In a matter of moments your life as you knew it would be taking a drastic turn, and not for the better. 

You’d made that very same trek to the parlor room a million times. This was your ancestral home- had been in your family longer than you thought was conceivable, and yet this felt new to you. Wrong. The shadows from the windows were casting strange lights on the wall beside you, and your footsteps sounded muffled in your ears as your pounding heart nearly deafened you. Your father’s hand brushed against your palm a few times, his attempt at showing you physical comfort without causing any sort of scene. You knew that this was Feyd-Rautha’s right. 

You were Feyd-Rautha’s right. That simple fact alone was enough to send you reeling, that morning's breakfast churning in your stomach. 

“It will be fine.” Your mother’s fingers shaped the words at her side, a comforting and silent presence. 

Your parents had always protected you. They had taught you well in all aspects of life. She was right. You had to trust yourself just as much as you trusted them. This will be fine. You will survive. 

But god, you wanted to live. 

Your worst fear was being locked up like a caged animal, only taken out to be played with or paraded around. You didn’t want to be somebody's little wife; you were no homemaker or bed warmer. 

‘I am better than this.’ You thought to yourself, your hands balling into fists at your sides. 

As the double doors began creeping open, you felt the sudden urge to run the opposite direction, your parents be damned. The feud between House Atreides and House Harkonnen would surely become deadly if you were to turn your back on the promise now, and that was the only thing that steeled your feet. You stood, back straight and hands clasped tightly at your front. 

You looked to be a pillar of strength, but oh- you were so close to crumbling. Your father took a step past the threshold, eyes hard as he bowed his head respectfully in the Baron’s direction. There was still time to turn around. The door was right there, and you were sure that you could commandeer a ship. You’d piloted a few times before in your life, and while you weren’t the best, you were certain you could get yourself the hell off of Caladan. You shuffled your feet, eyes wide as you looked up and caught your mother’s gaze. Her lips were parted, and you could tell that she was trying to decipher your expression. 

“What are you doing?” Her hand moved quickly at her side, the flowy gauze-like material of her skirts hiding her frantic movements from the visitor’s view. 

Nothing. You were doing nothing. There were no options yet. If you fled then the insubordination would fall back on your parents. If you downright refused then the outcome would be the same. There was nothing you could do but keep your mouth shut and try not to show the Harkonnen even a semblance of vulnerability. 

Disdain rolled off of you in waves as you breezed into the parlor, eyes locked on the side of your father’s face as he conversed with the baron. Tensions were high, even now. No pleasantries were being exchanged, that you were sure of. The Harkonnen’s stark black attire was a startling contrast to their pale skin. There, in the middle of two other men, whom you were sure were present for reasons of protection, was Feyd. 

He looked the same as the rest of them. Hairless, blue eyes dripping with something that could only be described as malice. Gone was the curly haired child that you remembered. In his place stood someone unrecognizable to you. You wanted to question what the Baron had done to Feyd, but you already knew. Perfection was expected on Geidi Prime. 

He had shaped Feyd into the very likeness of perfection. The once dark haired boy was now a walking, talking machine; not even a dead leaf echo of the boy you met all those years ago. 

You tried to map out every single one of his microexpressions, searching desperately for any sign that he might disapprove of the predicament the both of you had found yourselves in. He tilted his head to the side, observing you with a horrifying level of concentration. The Baron began to speak, saying something that you didn’t care enough to listen to. You were too distracted by the terrifying man before you. 

“She will come back home to Geidi Prime with us. No objections, correct?” 

You were marrying him out of an obligation, this he was already privy to. He had seen the reluctance written plain across your face as you’d entered the room. You’d wanted to run. Away from him, away from your responsibilities- and he could not blame you for it. His understanding stopped there though, simply because this proposal wasn’t going against his own wishes. 

“The wedding isn’t taking place for another week.” The Duke didn’t seem to like the idea of his unwed daughter leaving his side. 

Feyd fought back a smile, having known that the Baron’s sudden request would have this effect on the Atreides family. He watched you squirm like a bug under a magnifying glass, your hand moving at your hip. For a second he thought that you might be tugging at the seam of your dress, writing it off as nothing but a nervous tick- but then he saw the way your mother’s eyes followed those movements. 

The two of you were communicating. 

“That may be so, however I think that it is only right that your daughter,” Baron Vladimir motioned in your direction. “Becomes better acquainted with Feyd. You don’t agree?” 

His uncle decided that it was best to test the boundaries of this alliance. He was pushing the Duke, seeing how far he could get. Leto’s lips twitched, his eyes flickering thoughtfully towards you. Feyd was finding it hard to pay attention to anyone else other than you in the room. He’d spent years imagining what you would look like as an adult- dreamt about it. He’d eagerly been awaiting this moment, counting the days that he could finally be reunited with you. 

It wasn’t just because he had been promised powerful heirs. It was the thought that someone was fated to marry him. Since before he was even conceived, you had always been promised to him. That idea had been put into his head since childhood. You were the constant topic in his mind, a person that was unavoidably meant to be in his life for the rest of his days. 

In a strange way he had loved you since he was but a child. 

Seeing you for that first time had been better than he had anticipated. You were a beautiful little girl, but now? The child that he had met all those years ago did not hold a candle to the grace and brilliance of the woman that stood before him. Nobody else could ever compare. You didn’t have to fall for him right now, he was content with that. Hell, you didn’t even have to tolerate him.  He would find pleasure in wearing you down. He was going to make you love him.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. 

The adrenaline had run its way out of your system, leaving you cold and alone on a planet that was so incredibly alien to you, you weren’t sure how you’d ever be expected to adjust. Even the oxygen felt different in your lungs- the sweet, acrid smell of chemicals tinging the air around you. It was nothing like your home on Caladan. Your home was a stone castle, but this? This was a cold, black fortress. 

You weren’t sure if it was meant to keep people out. . . or in. 

You thought back to that fateful day with the reverend mother. 

“You’ve heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There’s an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.” 

You couldn’t chew your leg off to be free of this. No, you had to lay in wait. Only then could you strike if the situation called for it. 

“Striking” could wait until tomorrow though. For now you wanted to rid yourself of the anxiety. Sleep was the only cure you could think of. 

“Is the room to your liking?” That husky voice of his was already grating on your nerves. 

Feyd had only attempted to speak to you a few times and already you were sick and tired of his presence. He was a constant reminder that you would never know what it was like to be free. Then again, was anybody in the galaxy truly free? Feyd sure seemed to be carefree in his current position. 

His tone felt off, like he was toying with you. 

“I would be far more pleased about my new living quarters if you were to leave.” You said simply, pulling the slate gray blanket up and over your chin. 

You weren’t sure if it was due to his ill-breeding, but he didn’t seem to care that you were in nothing but your night dress. He walked into the room in long-legged strikes, letting the door shut behind him. Never before had the two of you been alone together, not since you were children at least. If you were back in your family home you would feel safer during a moment like this. 

You were in his territory now, meaning he had full reign over everything. Your father and family name couldn’t protect you on Geidi Prime. 

“You’re in quite the rush to be rid of me,” He didn’t falter for even a second as he moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning back against the plush mattress with a small sigh. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you didn’t like me.” He didn’t seem upset at the notion of you disliking him. In fact, there was a glint in his eyes. That same sort of silvery glint you’d seen in the reverend mother’s eyes all those years ago: a challenge. 

This was nothing but a challenge to him. You were a conquest, and you detested that. Your stomach soured, your face becoming pinched as you glared at him. This was all too much too fast. You were in the comfort of your own home not even four hours ago, and now you were expected to make small talk with the source of your life-long discontent.  

“And what of your concubines? Could you not pester them tonight and give me a moment's peace?” 

“I dismissed them from their duties, permanently, weeks ago.” He said simply, his fingers running along the cotton of the comforter. 

“What?” You’d never heard of such a thing. 

“Spending time with them would be a waste.” His blue eyes flickered up to meet your eyes. “Acquiring concubines had just been a show of status.” 

It took you a few moments to process what he was saying, the burning hatred you had felt just moments ago flickering out into a dull flame. 

“Why would spending time with them be a waste? Am I expected to spend that much time with you?” A horror, truly. You had hoped that you’d be able to get away with spending a night or two a week with him, if only to achieve the Bene Gesserit’s goal of siring an heir. 

“A waste of time. A waste of seed,” He looked at you pointedly, his lip pulling up into a smile that revealed more of his black teeth. “And both of those things are important to me.” 

Your stomach hollowed out as you were once again reminded of what was expected of you. You had a week to prepare mentally for your wedding night, which you weren’t sure was enough. 

“And what happened to the concubines? Are they still being housed here?” 

“Why? Are you jealous?” He was smiling even wider than he was before. 

A shiver ran through you as you noticed how predatory his body language was- you felt like prey under his haughty gaze. It was hard to believe that Feyd had been administered the Gom Jabbar test and passed. 

This man was no human. He was an animal, that you were certain. 

“Wickedly.” Your tone was flat and noncommittal. Even now, you never saw Feyd as a potential lover. 

The man that was your so-called “destiny” was also your jailer. 

“Well then you’ll be happy to know that they no longer live here. . . or anywhere, for that matter.” He sat up, rolling his shoulders back to stretch his broad muscles.

The blood drained from your face as you stared up at him from your spot on the bed. He must have felt the weight of your gaze and turned his head, his eyes alight with. . . pleasure. Violence was as ingrained in him as breathing was. It was his life. Standing before you was the prince of death- pale, striking and terrifying. 

Animal, indeed. 

I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. 

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[earthtooz]

in which: a moment of impulsivity has ratio knocking on your door at 3 am with a grand confession.

There is a great cloud of curiosity that surrounds Dr. Ratio.

His intelligence is far beyond the average person’s comprehension, mind working at insurmountable speeds to reach conclusions and answers that no others have come to before. Mediocrity and Ratio could never stand to be in the same room, intelligence and reputation as an academic preceding him.

When people find out that you have been in a long-term relationship with the scholar, you can almost see the question mark above their heads. How did you meet? When did you start dating? How did you start dating? How do you put up with him? (You always answer that with ‘I’m still trying to find out myself’. He always rolls his eyes when you say that, but it’s nothing a kiss to the cheek can’t solve.) 

Only your closest friends know the story of how you started dating, but it’s always one you love recounting, much to the dismay of Veritas. 

For the decades that he has lived for, there have been few moments he regrets, always critically scrutinising every move six steps before he makes them. No one has ever seen him messy, uncertain, or dishevelled- except you. 

Towards the end of your university years, with an urgent final assignment due soon, you’re rudely awoken one night by frantic knocks on your dorm’s door. You notice the clock reads 3 am, and since the knocks only got louder by the second, you throw your covers off with a groan.

Who could be at your door at 3 am? Perhaps a drunk dormmate who forgot their keys? Or someone knocking thinking it was their room?

Looking through the peephole, you’re stunned to see a certain violet-haired friend on the other side, trouble etched deeply into his features. His hair was messy, falling haphazardly around his face, and his usual accessory of a laurel wreath was discarded, flamboyant outfit discarded for something more comfortable. 

It’s clear that he’s troubled by something, but you have half a mind to leave him outside until he goes away (that’s what he’d do to you, or so you think).

Opening the door, you begin by scolding him. “You better have a good reason to show up at this godforsaken time or otherwise-”

“-I’m in love with you.” 

Perhaps if it were a normal hour of the day, and if you hadn’t just been rudely awaken from your sleep, you would have processed his words faster. Instead, you blink at him once, twice, three times, fatigue weighing heavily on your features as you struggled to keep your eyes open. 

“What?” You murmur, shaking your head as if that would clear up the mental blockage.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeats, firmer this time. 

You grab his wrist and drag him inside your dorm, blinded by the harshness of the hallway lights illuminating the outline of his figure. Turning on the softer light on your desk, you take a seat on the edge of your bed, gazing down at your hands. Veritas, however, stays near your door, annoyingly muscular arms flexed over his chest.

“I have so many questions,” you grumble, rubbing your eyes. “Why are you awake? You’re always asleep by 11 to get your ass up at 6 to exercise, or whatever.” 

“Are you avoiding the main point, or just stupid?” He grabs you by the shoulders and shakes. “I love you.” 

“Excuse me! You were banging bullets on my dorm room, I’m disorientated right now, not stupid- what?”

It’s almost like his statement from earlier only pierces through your brain now with the way you freeze, eyes morphing into something akin to disbelief and shock. He sees all the changes in your expression in the dimness of the room, nervously biting his cheek with every subtle shift.

“Did… I hear that right?” You whisper after what feels like an eternity. “You love me?”

He nods. “For a few years now.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Am I not doing so in this very moment?” 

Tonight has been nothing but agitating for him. First, he was kept awake by the pounding of his heart and the burning desire to see you, significantly delaying his sleep until Veritas decided to cast all caution into the wind, running to your dorm all the way on the other side of the University. Now, he is trying to pour his heart onto your hands, all because of a moment of impulsivity and bull-headed stubbornness, and a secret he cannot keep to himself any longer.

He may be stubborn (as are all geniuses), but Veritas is never impulsive. All truths will come to light eventually, no matter how hard he tries to hide them. 

“While I accept that my feelings may not be reciprocated, can you at least say something rather than stare at me blankly?” There’s an unfamiliar look of concern in his eyes, contrasting the usual pride and arrogance he always wears.

What happened to the Veritas Ratio you know? Who is this man by your feet?

“No- that’s not. I… I love you too, I have for a while now, but everything about this is… just… unbelievable.”

“Why?” 

“You’re aeons out of my league, Veritas. I never once considered you would return my feelings.”

He stifles back a laugh, dropping his large hands off your shoulders and clutching the mattress on either side of you. You won’t forget about the way the sheets crumple beneath his grip, or the way his head hangs, bangs tickling your legs.

Bravely, you raise a hand to his hair, running through it. Seemed like he could use the comfort.

“You make me too damn nervous,” he breathes, a hand coming to clutch at his chest. 

“Never thought I’d live to see the day you admit you get nervous.” 

“Why’s that?”

“The only thing bigger than your brain is your ego.”

His confession, and everything about that night, was unorthodox, never predicting that you’d end the day curled up next to Veritas, or the long relationship that would follow.

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[lordprettyflackotara]

vixen || the proxies

‘lust and drugs, no intuition’

sum: after succeeding in a particularly hard mission, The Operator decides to gift the proxies something they need more than anything else: a stress reliever

tw: filth. pure filthy smut. minors dni. FOURSOME. double penetration, drug usage (don’t do drugs), prostitute!reader, mask play, lowkey humiliation if you squint, throat fucking, overstimulation on the low

a/n: this shit was sooo fun to write. happy 3k!!!

“This was a stupid ass idea.”

Hoodie grumbled, slouching dramatically in his seat. Masky’s side eye was cold, his eyes narrowing under his mask. “How often do we get rewards from The Operator? Besides, do you have a better idea on how to spend it?” Masky asked bitterly. Hoodie rolled his eyes, propping his head on his hand. It would be any moment you were scheduled to arrive, the stale scent of the hotel room making Hoodie cringe.

It wasn’t often The Operator gave his proxies some free time, nevertheless offered a reward for good behavior. Recently the three of them, Masky, Hoodie, and Toby, had somehow won The Operator over just enough for him to grant them some stress relief. “Kate had a better idea, she was smart enough to ask for a steak,” Hoodie grumbled unhappily. It wasn’t that he was unhappy with the prospect of fucking whatever girl waltzed through the door. More so that he had to stay around Masky and Toby to experience it. He and Masky were constantly at each other’s throats, while Toby just annoyed him to shreds. His patience was wearing more thin by the day.

“Kate is also borderline feral and rarely speaks comprehensive words,” Masky argued. While he was trying to keep his cool, his own nerves were becoming evident as he glanced at the clock on the wall. Where were you? “How m-many did boss get us?” Toby chimed in. He had been quiet up until now, Hoodies suspicious that it was due to his obvious inexperience with women. “I’d assume one for each of us, right? He’s swimming in money, it can’t be that expensive to get three,” Hoodie answered. He wondered if they’d fight over who got who. A soft knock at the motel door made the three of them go silent, Masky hesitantly stepping over to the door. He peaked through the peak hole, before unlocking it. To the trio’s surprise you were the only one standing there, your hand clutching your small purse.

“Hi um, i’m looking for the uh-” You paused, reading a crumbled up note you had been clinging onto, “the proxies..?”

Your voice was unsure, Masky giving you an affirmative nod and signaling you to come in. Toby had seen prostitutes many of times, on television at least. But you didn’t look like any of them, the stereotypes all wrong. “I believe there’s been a misunderstanding, there were supposed to be three of you,” Masky told you, gently shutting the door behind you. Your eyes nervously dragged to his face, staring at his eerie mask. “Right, about that, well-” You began, clearly nervous. Hoodie couldn’t help but wonder why you were more jittery than they were. “Your boss put on this note that this is a team exercise as much as a reward, the three of you meant to work together with, well, just me,” You explained.

Oh.

Oh.

No wonder you were shaking in your boots. Three masked men eyeing you like prey, whose mouths were borderline salivating at the thought of fucking you. Masky grabbed the note from you, reading it himself. “You have got to be kidding me,” He grumbled, reading the familiar handwriting. In annoyance he dug in his pockets looking for a box of cigarettes. “All three of us? Is he insane? Look at her, we’ll break her,” He said, gesturing to you. True, you were smaller in stature compared to the three men. Toby stood up first, putting his orange goggles on top of his head. He rounded you like a wild animal, soaking in as much of your body as he could with his eyes. “S-She does look a b-b-bit small,” Toby agreed. Hoodie tilted his head to the side as he studied you. He was always interested in watching how people reacted to one another.

To his surprise despite how intimidating he knew the three of them were, he noticed the light tint of pink that had spread across your cheeks. “Actually, your boss offered me the job specifically. Said out of all of my girls and I, i’d be the only one who could handle it,” You admitted. This confession made Hoodie rise from his chair, walking up to you quickly. His gloved hand squeezed your face, forcing you to pucker out your lips like a fish. “I don’t think you understand the gravity of your situation sweetheart. We’re not like the married men you pluck off of the streets. We can seriously hurt you,” He snarled. His ski mask stared down at you ominously, the tension in the room only becoming thicker by the minute.

“Actually, that’s why I accepted the offer,” You countered. Hoodie’s hardened facade cracked for a moment, his hand loosening. “Said you three with rough around the edges, but that you’d indulge in my darkest fantasies,” You confessed, your face turning a darker shade of red. Masky tossed the note aside, taking a step closer to you. “Oh yeah princess? And that’s that?” The brunette asked. Three sets of eyes stared at you intensely, awaiting your next words. “To be fucked ruthlessly by three mysterious men in mask,” You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Hoodie couldn’t hide his smirk, his eyes flickering up to his companions. “I think she’s starting to grow on me,” He purred, releasing his grip on your face.

“Before we begin, I also have these,” You say, digging into your purse and pulling out four pills. The boys rounded you in a circle, eyeing them suspiciously. “What’s t-that?” Toby asked. You scratched the back of your neck, as if you weren’t completely sure yourself. “Your boss attached them to the note. Said they’d help us all loosen up a bit,” You explained. Toby was the first to reach for one, popping the tiny pill without a second thought. “Well shit, if the kids doing it,” Hoodie grumbled, following his lead. You met Masky’s gaze, the last two pills sitting in the palm of your hand. “Ladies first, princess,” He said. You had taken ecstasy dozens of times before, but never with clients. You had known of The Operator for years, the girls you worked alongside serving his men on occasion. He had never requested you before though and he had never given his proxies an opportunity like this.

You hard swallowed the pill, cringing as it scraped against the back of your throat. Masky finally took the last pill from your hand, swallowing it as if it meant nothing. “You sure about this sweetheart?” Hoodie purred mockingly, admiring how flustered you already seemed. You shrugged off your trench coat, revealing nothing underneath. Toby’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, soaking in every curve that was exposed. “Knees, princess,” Masky barked, regaining your attention. You did as instructed, your knees scraping against the crusty old carpet. You couldn’t deny the bubbling in your stomach as the three of them surrounded you, undoing their belts in unison. The mixed clinking sounded like heaven to you, your tongue flattening out across your bottom lip.

Toby had taken out his cock first, your mouth gravitating towards him. You licked the bottom of his length from the bottom to his tip, kitten licking his slit. He visibly shuddered, causing you to grin. “You do that too much to the kid he’ll cum right now,” Hoodie snickered. Masky had casually lit a cigarette, tilting his mask up just enough to inhale the stick. “S-Shut up,” Toby argued weakly. Your hands found their way to Masky and Hoodies cocks, Masky more girthy and Hoodie longer. Toby was an even mix of the two, your mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. Your hands jerked the older proxies off, your eyes never straying from Toby’s face. The bottom half of his face was covered with a face mask, but his eyes. Oh, his sweet and delicious eyes stared down at you. You had captivated him, the way you took him to the base.

A rough hand grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you off of Toby’s twitching cock. “Quit hoggin’ her,” Hoodie snarled. He shoved you onto his cock, your eyes welling up with tears as he hit the back of your throat. You struggled to keep up with his aggression, your jaw going slack as he face fucked you. “Shit, her mascaras running already,” Masky grumbled, inhaling his cigarette sharply. He rutted his hips into your hand, as he exhaled. Your core was aching, your thighs subtly rubbing together to create some form of friction. You could feel the ecstasy taking effect much faster than normal, your ultimate fantasy coming true before your very eyes. Fuck, you owed their boss big time.

Hoodie yanked you off of his cock, a string of saliva attached from his tip to your lips. “Open up your mouth pretty girl, let’s see if you can fit all of us at once,” Masky smirked. He could feel himself letting loose, his gloved hand grabbing your chin. You tried to open your mouth as wide as possible, the three of their cocks competing to shove their way in. “Can’t even suck three cocks? Pathetic. What’re you getting paid for?” Hoodie spat, a sadistic smile hidden by his ski mask. You struggled to breathe as they guided you onto the bed, Masky’s hand grabbing your chin first. “Either these drugs are really good or you’re looking really fuckin pretty princess,” He grumbled. He could feel warmth spreading through out his body, the exhaled cigarette smoke escaping through the sides of his mask. He loomed over you, leaning close towards your ear.

Your body was practically vibrating with anticipation, a chill running down your spine. “Maybe sometime i’ll have you for myself, just you and me,” Masky rambled, talking more than he usually did. A firm set of hands grabbed your shoulders from behind, resulting in your back colliding with the mattress. “You’re s-s-supposed to share, remember?” Toby asked, relieved at the sight of your bare breast. He eagerly leaned over, pulling down his mask. His gash was hidden on the over side of his face, his pale gray skin a light shade of pink as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back nearly arched off of the bed, your nipples hardened and more sensitive than normal. “Hey loverboy, since you’re so in love go ahead and make yourself useful and stretch her out for us, will you?” Hoodie asked, tapping the head of his cock on your lips. Your tongue rolled out on instinct, licking the underside of his shaft.

Masky tossed the cigarette aside, using his gloved hands to pry apart your thighs. Your cunt was so wet it was almost dripping down your thighs, a sight so painfully mouth watering it took everything in him to not yank off his mask and dig in. Instead he took a deep breath, his body buzzing with euphoria. “Keep her mouth busy,” He replied. Hoodie smirked at his command, shoving his cock down into your mouth. With confidence you were unable to see him, the brunette slipped off his mask. He used two of his gloved fingers to open your folds, admiring your drenched sex. “Fuck, she’s so fuckin wet for us,” Masky grumbled, before attaching his lips to your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure almost mind numbing as he sucked harshly at your clit. Toby released your nipple, the bud growing only more sensitive from the abandonment of his warm mouth.

Toby reattached his mouth to your other breast, ignoring the feeling of your heart pounding against your rib cage as he sucked. “Feelin good sweetheart?” Hoodie asked mockingly, his ominous stitched frown staring down at you. His cock brutally hit the back of your throat, your moans vibrating his shaft further. Masky’s hands tightened around your thighs, keeping them pried apart as he devoured your cunt. “Awe does that feel good? Having Masky eat that pretty pussy of yours?” Hoodie continued, relishing in the sight of your thighs squeezing his partners head. The warmth spreading across Toby’s chest only made him more feral, his hips involuntarily grinding against the bedding as his teeth grazed your nipple. “This is what you wanted right? Your ultimate fantasy right?” Hoodie continued. His fingers were tangled in your hair, yanking ever so often. He enjoyed watching your body react to his every word, your skin littered with goosebumps.

“You’re trembling already. How are you gonna handle all three of us at once if you can’t handle a little foreplay?” Hoodie continued. He watched you attempt to keep up with his thrust, your mind spinning. Toby released your nipple, attaching his lips to your breast. “Awe you poor thing, the kids gonna litter you in as many marks as possible. Hope you like hickies,” Hoodie continued. You could feel your core tightening, Masky’s tongue relentless as he lapped at your clit. You could feel his tongue poke at your entrance, one of your hands flying down to his hair. Your hips grinded against his face, your breath shuddering as Hoodie pulled out of your mouth. Sinful moans instantly spewed from your lips, bouncing off of the motel room walls. “Sounds like someone’s close to cumming, how cute,” Hoodie grinned. He pulled your hair to continue looking up at him, preventing you from seeing Masky’s exposed face. “Go on sweetheart, cum on his face,” He cooed.

Toby released a patch of your skin with a pop, a shock of electric euphoria crashing down over you. Your back arched off of the bed as you came on Masky’s tongue, his hooded eyes watching your face as you shamelessly came. His gloved hands were harsh, keeping your thighs pried open. He continued to devour you until he was sure you were done, his chin coated in your juices as he emerged from your thighs. “I want her cunt,” Masky said instantly, claiming your pussy for his own. Hoodie grunted as he helped rearrange you, Masky pulling down his mask as he laid underneath you. On all fours you hovered above him, feeling Hoodies gloved hands pull apart your cheeks from behind. “Fine by me, kid you get her mouth,” Hoodie ordered. Toby was slowly jerking off cock, kneeling beside your mouth. “W-Why can’t I get her ass?” He bickered.

You could feel Masky’s hands slide down your hips, causing you to bite your bottom lip to refrain from whimpering. “Because you’re going to nut in five seconds and I plan on fucking her until she can’t walk,” Hoodie argued. You could feel Masky align himself with your entrance, before pushing himself inside. Your velvet walls clung to him instantly, your loud moan interrupting the arguing at hand. You grabbed onto his mustard jacket, feeling him bottom out inside of you. “Fuck princess, you feel so fuckin, warm,” Masky sputtered. He could feel his cheeks flaming red with embarrassment, the ecstasy hitting him far harder than he could’ve imagined. It was like he could hear all of you, your breathing, your heart beat, even the little whimpers that were clawing their way out of your throat.

For a brief moment he swore he could’ve met your gaze, Toby’s thin fingers guiding your face to his cock. You teasingly sucked the tip, feeling Hoodie shove himself inside of you. “We may need to take her home, shit, she didn’t even need any, fuck, prep,” Hoodie groaned, bottoming out as well. Your head was spinning, the taste of Toby’s salty precum dancing on your tastebuds. Your body was electrified with warmth and lust, your vision growing spotty as you felt Masky and Hoodie begin to move. You grabbed handfuls of Masky’s jacket, unable to stop your sinful moans. Even as Toby guided you to suck his cock, your unholy noises were still as loud as ever. Masky grabbed your hips, noting the way tears free flowed down your cheeks. He rammed upwards into you, noticing the way your eyes rolled back into your head.

“That’s it princess, you can take it,” The brunette praised, mesmerized by you. You looked ethereal, falling apart between the three of them like this. Your jaw had gone slack and was growing sore as Toby used your throat as he pleased, satisfied in the gagging he made you produce. Hoodies hips never let up for a moment, his brain on auto pilot as his body rammed into you. Insults swam around his brain, failing to leave his lips as he fucked your unexplored hole. The four of you were too high to play mind games, addicted the feeling you gave one another. You felt caught in the middle, completely cock drunk as three strong pairs of hands kept you upright. “Feels soooo g-g-good, motherfuckin- I can’t,” Toby whined, his hips stuttering. He hadn’t anticipated his orgasm, his body producing one without any warning. His cum flooded your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you swallowed all that you could. Toby watched, mesmerized as you continued sucking him half hard.

He was twitching in euphoria, his hands fallen by his sides as he soaked in the overstimulation. “Knew the kid was gonna cum first,” Hoodie grumbled, his fingers digging so hard into your skin they promised bruises in their morning to come. Masky felt like he was breathing on manual mode, his breath shallow as he looked at you. “Princess, touch yourself. We’ll hold you up. Cum on our cocks so we can fill you up,” Masky offered, his words much more softer than he meant for them to be. Dazed, you used your spare hand to slither down to your clit, drawing sloppy circles around the sensitive bud. Your body began to tremble, Toby’s cock falling out of your mouth as you dropped your head. Your moans were babbles and curses, your mind completely cock drunk as Masky and Hoodie fucked you at the same time.

“Ha, feel that Masky? She’s about to cum already. Filthy girl,” Hoodie snickered, pretending that he wasn’t on the edge as well. Masky’s smooth voice was like the light at the end of the tunnel, the only thing you could audibly hear. “Come on princess, cum for us. Cum for me. Be good,” He encouraged, fucking upwards into your g spot. Your vision became hazy as you came, sweat dripping down your forehead and body trembling in their grasp. Your knuckles were white from grabbing Masky’s jacket so hard, your body withering in euphoria. The boys didn’t take long after that, cumming inside of your ass and cunt as they pleased. The four of you were entangled messes, the ecstasy overriding any sense of pride or moral obligation.

It was Toby who spoke first, cheeks flushed pink.

“So, we’re bringing her home with us right?”

[borathae]

Pink Ribbons

“Pink ribbons around his dainty wrists, his pretty hair a mess and drool covering his puffy lips. Your husband has never looked cuter.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, cozy BDSM, safe power play, a cute chicken & movie date, he is very snuggly and clingy <3, he is also very obedient and the goodest boy, praise, good boy kink, loving dirty talk, bondage with pink silk ribbons, she takes videos of him because he is the cutest, handjob as he sits on her lap, gentle movements with lots of love, lots of kisses and touches all over his pretty body, a lil bit of edging, he is in such a cozy & safe subspace, he cums all over himself, did i mention that this is incredibly soft & cozy?, did you know that this is cozy?

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: i love him so much!!!!! omfg i'm sobbing :( he is the cutest pookie ever 😭 this story made me feel very cozy as i was writing it, i hope you guys can feel cozy as well hehe ��� did you know that this is cozy?

“Jungkook, Jungkook, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny”, you come running around the corner calling his name repeatedly.

Jungkook, who is in the middle of a relaxing yoga session next to the windows, lifts his head. 

“Yes?”

You plop down in front of him, holding your phone.

“I saw something.”

“Okay?” Jungkook sits back, knowing that he won’t be able to continue his exercises until you showed him whatever you saw.

“Do you have time? Is it okay?” you ask.

“Yes, show me”, he assures you, scooting closer to you so he can see better.

You recently downloaded some famous video app because your college friends all talk about it and you wanted to feel included. You told him that you are only doing it to be trendy and to actually know what the young people talk about, but Jungkook has a gist that you are finding a liking in the app yourself. Sometimes he catches you literally cackling at your phone because of something funny you saw on the app. Other times, like today, you come running to show him whatever delighted you.

“I just saw this and it’s so cute. Look.”

You flip the phone and show him the video. It is a video of a generally perceived as attractive man filmed in pink light. Jungkook’s heart tightens in jealousy, his stomach sinks.

“Isn’t it cute?” you ask him.

“Why do you think that other men are cute?” Jungkook throws back with a huge, massive, immense pout, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “hmpf.”

“What? No you stupid noodle, it’s about the ribbons. Look.” You repeat the video. “His girlfriend tied ribbons around his arms and his torso and his wrists. Isn’t that so cute? We could do that too.”

“Ooooooh” Jungkook’s lips form the perfect O-shape and his eyes widen, arms relaxing, “ooooh you mean thaaat.”

You slap his chest gently.

“Stupid noodle. Of course I do. He is not cute. You are.”

Jungkook grins, “course I am.”

You roll your eyes. He is such a jealous baby sometimes.

“Whatever, silly. What do you think of the idea? Should we play with ribbons?”

Jungkook doesn’t need to think for long.

“Yes, I love the idea”, he agrees, nodding his head. 

“Coolio as fuck.”

Jungkook laughs, “you don’t sound trendy when you talk like this. Just saying.”

“Whatever.” You stand up. “I’ll be going ribbon shopping. Should I get takeout?”

“Yes, god. I want chicken.”

“Alrighty right. I’m going now. See you later alligator.”

“My love, please stop talking like this”, Jungkook laughs.

You merely grin at him and then leave, telling him that you won’t take long and that you love him.

Jungkook returns to his yoga session, finding great relaxation this way. His week was very stressful and yoga always calms him down.

He already finished his session, now getting tomorrow’s outfit ready, when you come back home. It is not a work outfit, but a date outfit because tomorrow is date day. Jungkook has been looking forward to date day the entire week. It is your turn to plan the activities and you hinted at bowling. Jungkook really loves bowling. 

“My love, I’m home!”

“I’m upstairs!” 

You appear in the dressing room soon, carrying the bags of your shopping tour.

“I got the stuff”, you tell him, grinning proudly.

“Yeah? That’s so cool, my love.” 

“Wanna eat the chicken on the sofa?” 

“Wanna watch a movie as we do?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure, let’s do that then. I’m picking out an outfit for tomorrow.”

You smile at him, “very good. Make sure that you can move in it well.”

Jungkook giggles and nods his head obediently. He loves date day! 

“Good boy. Come downstairs once you’re done. I’m setting up the chicken.” 

“I understand. Thank you, Mommy.”

You sit on the floor, switching through your movie choices, when Jungkook joins you. He does so rather vigorously, plopping down next to you to wrap his limbs around you and pull you into the biggest cheek smooch ever.

“Mmmmmmwuah” he lets out, following the smooch with a nose nuzzle against your cheek. 

You chuckle fondly, caressing his lower arms, “you’re a cutie. Did you pick out a nice outfit?”

“Yes, you’ll like it a lot”, he says, resting his chin on your shoulder to gaze at you, “Mommy, you’re so pretty.”

You look at him, smile and kiss his forehead. 

“You’re feeling clingy tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, really clingy.” Jungkook gives you a big squeeze and nuzzle. “It’s because tomorrow is date day. I love date days so much.”

“I love them too.” You say fondly. “Should we watch a horror movie or something romantic?”

“I want romantic. I feel too soft for horror tonight. Is that okay for you?” 

“Sure. Anything my soft Bunny wants. Should we watch this one?”

Jungkook, still snuggled against you, turns his head so he can look at the TV. A movie you both haven’t seen yet. You talked about watching it together.

“Yes, let’s do that. We haven’t seen that one yet.”

“I heard it’s great”, you say and press play. 

The movie starts, but you shift your attention to Jungkook. You put some distance so you could grab his sleeves and roll them up for him.

Jungkook lets you with a fluttering heart. His heart flutters even more when you put a paper bib around his neck so he wouldn’t get dirty. It came with the chicken and carries the restaurant’s logo. You finish the sweet gesture by pinching both his cheeks softly.

“There we go, now you’re proper”, you say, making him lift his shoulders shyly.

You turn to the front, rolling up your own sleeves and putting on a bib as well. You hand Jungkook a pair of plastic gloves, putting on your own. 

“I can’t wait to dig in”, you say, picking up the first chicken piece of many.

Jungkook needs a few moments before he can start eating. Moments like these are no big deal to you, but they are huge deals to him. Taking care of him comes so natural to you that he should already be used to it, but he truly isn’t. It always feels so special when you coddle him. 

He needs to hug you, even if you are already eating. 

“Hm?” you let out, eyes glued to the TV and mouth stuffed with delicious chicken.

“I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, Bunny. Now eat baby, before it gets cold.”

“Yes, okay”, Jungkook listens well, putting on his gloves to finally dig in. 

“Good boy. Do you like it? I went to your favourite place.”

“I love it so much. It’s so yummy”, Jungkook gushes, stuffing his mouth full of chicken.

“That’s good to hear. Eat as much as you want.”

You and he are silent as you eat, enjoying the movie fully. The chicken tastes delicious. You went for three different flavours. Natural in a crispy, crunchy breading. Honey soy garlic which tastes so rich and savoury. Spicy sweet chilly which is Jungkook’s favourite because he likes spicy food. You like it as well, but Jungkook seems to be truly obsessed with it tonight, so you let him have most of it while you stick to the other flavors. They are delicious as well and you want to see Jungkook happy. He is so adorable when he is happy from good food that you could never ever take this away from him, even if it meant missing out on your favourite chicken flavour. 

You clean up after finishing. Jungkook wanted to do it because you already did everything else but you told him to stay put. He listened very well. 

Tonight is a certain energy present between you and him. A sort of silent understanding that your roles are more prominent even in the mundane, domestic things. Granted, stuff like taking care of him and praising him, are your daily tasks, but tonight there is energy in them. Electric, warm energy. Jungkook gives you the same kind of energy back, letting you know that he is in a mild subspace just from the way he moves and talks around you. 

You return with chocolate cookies and cocoa as dessert. Jungkook is waiting for you on his knees and sitting on his crossed feet, hands folded on his lap. He stayed put. The position, he decided to do it in, is the last proof you needed to know that he feels the same energies you are feeling. This is a domestic, relaxing moment as much as it is also casual, soft power play. 

“I hope that you like cookies and cocoa for dessert. I was feeling cozy. Careful, the cup is hot.”

“Yes, this sounds yummy. Thank you for preparing it”, Jungkook says, accepting the cocoa with sweater paws. He blows on it to cool it down.

“Of course, anything for you.”

You sit down on the sofa and press play on the movie. There is still half an hour left. You bend forward and rake Jungkook’s hair gently. He shivers, tilting his head back and gazing at you. He sets the cup down on the table.

“Who’s my good boy?” you ask him.

“I am.” He lets out and exhales shakily, leaving his position so he could hug your legs and nuzzle his face into your lap. “I'm your good boy.”

“That’s right, my good boy”, you say, leaning back comfortably. You begin combing his hair with your fingers, scratching his scalp soothingly.

Jungkook stays seated by your feet, resting his cheek on your thigh. He watches the movie with heavy lids, tingling each time you scratch him behind his ear. Only when he takes a sip of the cocoa, he sits up for a vast moment. 

After around ten minutes you bend down again, kissing the side of his neck. Jungkook shivers, letting out a surprised gasp. 

“My good boy”, you says softly and straighten up, scratching his undercut gently. From the corners of your eyes, you watch how he is squirming. 

Another ten minutes pass and you both have finished the cocoa and cookies. Jungkook stays seated after setting his empty cup down, shimmying in discomfort. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“My butt hurts.”

“What? No way, come up here immediately.”

Jungkook leaves the floor, climbing onto the sofa with you. He lies down on his side, resting his head on your lap. Then he sighs, melting in relaxation.

“Is that better?” you ask him, rubbing his hip gently.

“Yeah, it’s so comfy.”

“That’s good.”

You slide your hand to his butt, eliciting a gasp from him. 

“Relax. I’m just gonna get rid of the ache, okay?” you assure him.

He giggles, wiggling his butt against your hand.

The rest of the movie is spent like this. By the end of it, Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open. He is so relaxed in your presence that the word stress doesn’t even exist in his mind anymore. Like most romance movies, it makes him cry when the couple is falling into each other’s arms happily.

You watch it happen fondly, providing him comfort by scratching his back slowly while he sniffles and whimpers in happy tears. You are so immensely in love with him. He brought out the real you, the you who is so happy to be soft and who loves to watch cheesy romance movies.

Jungkook lets out an especially loud sniffle, shoulders shaking. 

“Gosh Bunny, are you alright?” 

“Yes”, he is talking in a pout, “they’re so in love. I’m so happy”, he whines and sobs, hugging your legs to hide away in them. 

“You’re the cutest”, you coo, ruffling his hair. 

“They’re so in love. I love this movie so much.”

“Me too, Bunny. It’s a very cute ending.”

“Yes. So cute.” He flips over, looking up at you sniffly and teary eyed. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bunny”, you say softly, wiping his tears. He always gets like this after a romantic movie. He cries in happiness, then needs to look at you and tell you his feelings. It is as if the love in the movie filled his heart with too many feelings of its own and the only remedy is the view of you. 

“I love you so much that, that if we were both bunnies and we were cuddling, I’d put one ear over you to keep you warm.”

Your heart flutters, bursting in giddiness. You let out a squeal of too much cuteness and drag him into a kiss by squishing both his cheeks. 

He stumbles to his knees, ending up on your lap soon after with his hands on the nape of your neck and his flushed cheeks under your fingertips. 

You always get like this after a romantic movie. He tells you cute things and you get so overwhelmed by them that you need to kiss him until his head is foggy and his lips are tender. You are starving and the only taste you crave is his kiss. 

The hunger was especially unbearable tonight. The silent understanding of the power dynamic added craving to the starvation. Oh, you cannot get enough of him. 

Your fingers, once tasked with cradling his face, fall to his dainty waist. Jungkook gasps, breaking the kiss with parted lips.

“You’re mine”, you lull the words, eyes still closed. He is wearing an oversized jumper but when you hold him like this, it exposes the real size of his waist. It makes you a little crazy.

“Yes, Mommy. I am”, he whimpers, squirming in your possessive touch. 

“I’ll make you mine even more with the ribbons.”

He giggles, nodding his head.

“Yes, Mommy. You can do whatever you want to.”

“What if I wanna keep going until you made a mess?”

Jungkook exhales shakily, nodding his head. 

“Please…”

“Yes? You’d want that?” 

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Fuck, Bunny. I don’t know if I can control myself any longer.”

Jungkook rolls his hips on your lap, sighing his words, “don’t control yourself please.”

“But I have to. You’re so soft, I’d only break you.” 

Jungkook exhales shakily, falling around your neck. Your words are so strong. Your voice does the rest. Jungkook with his obvious and immense voice kink is broken.

“Please Mommy, please don’t hold back please”, he begs.

“You’re lucky that you’re so cute”, you say and stand up with him in your arms. Jungkook wraps his legs around, moaning happily because he thinks that you will carry him to bed. 

You, however, set him down on the sofa, keeping his eyes on you by guiding his head. 

“Can you stay put for me?” 

“Yes, Mommy. I can”, Jungkook promises, nodding his head obediently.

“Good boy. Be patient, I’ll be back soon”, you tell him, giving him one last forehead kiss before you leave him to prepare everything.

You clean the coffee table of the dessert and disappear upstairs to get the ribbons, jogging down with them.

Jungkook stayed put the entire time, sitting up straight and with his eyes focused on the wall before him. He turned the television off.

“Look at you.”

His eyes are instantly on you. 

“You’re such a good boy. You stayed put.”

He exhales shakily, following you with his eyes as you return to him. You stand in front of him, combing your fingers through his hair. His eyes fall closed, his lips part. He lets out a quiet moan, sounding so sweet. 

“You’re so handsome”, you speak softly and will continue to do so for the rest of this moment. It feels right to do. It is such a comfortable and healing moment, which can only be enjoyed when whispered.

Jungkook is in heaven because of it. There is nothing more comforting to him than being spoken to softly. He feels so safe in your presence. So incredibly safe.

“Keep your head like this”, you order him and because Jungkook has no ounce of brattiness in his bones, he listens well.

“Good boy.”

Your praise makes his entire body tingle. It is the main reason why he could never disobey you. Why would he, if the reward for being good is your praise in your voice? 

His eyes are still closed which means that the sudden soft ribbon around his neck surprises him. He opens his eyes, coming face to face with your features as you tie a loose bow around his neck. His heart flutters.

You give the ribbon a gentle tug once tied, making him sigh in bliss and tilt his head back to reveal more of his adorned neck. 

“What a pretty little present you are”, you say, caressing his chin before you move on to another part of his body.

Jungkook feels so warm in his chest. He swears that he could touch the stars right now. He is yours and he is it gladly.

The next ribbon you wrap around his chest, ending it with a surprise kiss on his lips because the position allows it. Jungkook scrunches his entire face in giddiness, gazing at you as he giggles. 

You giggle with him, caressing his cheeks because he deserves it. 

“It’s funny. I’m calling you a present but I’m wrapping you up instead of unwrapping you.” 

“It’s so nice”, he sighs, kicking his feet. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty epic. Now next. Arms.” 

Jungkook shifts them into the correct position all on his own, earning himself yet another praise. And yet again, it leaves him tingly. 

You decorate his left arm first, then his right, ending it by giving his arms gentle rub downs. Jungkook shivers, flexing his muscles for you.

“So strong. Have you been increasing the weights?”

“Yeah, I have.”

“I can really tell. What a strong Bunny you are.”

“Thanks, Mommy”, Jungkook croaks, voice trembling. Is it possible to orgasm from too much praise? Because if he gets praised any more, he might actually cum. 

“Now, wrists.”

He presents them proudly, palms facing up and next to each other. It is a given that you have to kiss each of them. It would be a crime if you didn’t. 

Afterwards, you guide them together, tying a ribbon around them. You make sure that they wouldn’t pinch or cut off blood flow but still keep him in place, finishing it with a pretty bow. 

“Wow, look at you”, you have to squeak because the view of him makes you so giddy. 

Jungkook giggles and shimmies on the couch, kicking his feet. 

“You are so fucking adorable. Gosh”, you cradle his face. “I could eat you.” 

He smiles dreamily, leaning into your touch. He gets kissed on his forehead and feels eternal. He loves you so very much.

“Now stay like this. I need to take a video like she did”, you say and pick up your phone. You scroll on it with two hands, scrunching your brows. 

Jungkook has to giggle, gazing up at you.

“What?” 

“Nothing. It’s just, when you’re using your phone like this, you’re really channeling your Mommy energy. You look like you never used a phone before.”

“Wow, rude”, you laugh, nudging his cheek, “it’s not my fault that new technology uses such tiny fonts. Oh here, found you camera app.”

Jungkook snickers and shifts back into position. His heart is racing so much. You make him so happy. 

“Now look the prettiest for me”, you say and press record. 

Jungkook does his very, very best to pose for you. He keeps his back straight, his wrist presented, he gives you puppy eyes and even does a little lip bite. If you want him looking the prettiest for the cameras, then he will look the prettiest.

“Wow, look at you”, you gush, replaying the video, “you’re so handsome.”

“Can I see too, please?” 

“Of course. Look.” 

You show him the video. Jungkook watches intently, having to squirm on the sofa. The ribbons look so good on his body, he looks so owned. 

“Aren’t you adorable?” 

“Yeah”, he gets out shakily, biting his lower lip afterwards.

You watch it happening, feeling tingly. You put the phone aside and sit down next to him, patting your lap.

“Come here. I’ve got one more ribbon I want to put on you.” 

Jungkook gladly obeys, climbing on your lap in a way so that he was facing you. He squirms at the feeling of your touch on his body, trying his hardest not to moan. It would be so embarrassing if he already moaned before you even as much as played with his cock. 

Judging by the hungry glimmer in your eyes, this is exactly what you are planning to do. And Jungkook can barely breathe because of it. He misses your touch so much. 

“Lift your butt.” 

He obeys. You hook your fingers in his sweats and tug them over his perky butt. 

“Wait. I can help.” 

“Do it.”

Jungkook stands up for the time being, letting you undress him. He steps out of his sweats and later his briefs, then climbs back on your lap. His oversized jumper still adorns his torso, looking so pretty. 

You tug it from his cock, letting it pool behind it. He is already hard, throbbing when the fabric brushes his tip. 

"Aw, look at you. Is someone really needy for my touch?” 

“Yes, so needy. Please.” 

“Mhm, soon. Just gotta get you pretty for me.”

Jungkook giggles. You are wrapping the last ribbon around the base of his cock. You snicker because hearing him laugh makes you want to join him.

“How’s that for a last place?”

“Sexy…oh god, I can feel it aahmm.”

You give it a gentle tug, then finish it off with a bow. Jungkook definitely feels the pressure, but it isn’t as intense as a cockring would be. He likes it so much that he is biting his lower lip again, furrowing his brows. 

“How’s the pressure?”

“Good. Gentle.”

“That’s good. Let me know if it gets uncomfortable.”

“I will.” He squirms. “Please. Can you touch me?” 

“How can I refuse you when you’re so polite?” 

You close your hand around his adorned base and dance it up to his tip.

“Ah, Mommy”, Jungkook moans loudly, arching his back and throwing his head back. 

You watch his reaction with a tingling stomach, having to chuckle. Jungkook hears it, rolling his head to the front to look at you nervously. Your hand is around his tip, motionless and driving him insane.

“Why are you laughing?” he asks quietly.

“It’s just that I literally only put my hand around your cock and you’re already moaning so much. It’s adorable.”

“Mommy, don’t tease me please. I can’t help it”, he whines, pouting.

“Aw, I’m sorry Bunny. Here, let me make it up to you”, you say and finally pick up a rhythm.

“Woah”, Jungkook gasps, eyes widening and cock twitching between your fingers. Next he bites his lower lip - again - and mewls, furrowing his brows. Lastly, he arches his back and drops his head. His mouth opens, his high-pitched moans escape.

“So good. Such a good boy”, you rasp, hand moving around his cock in a constant rhythm. Slow and dragged out because you want him aware of every single movement. “You sound so sweet for me.”

“Feels….so….good….aaahmmm.”

“It does, Bunny. I love touching your cock. You’re so pretty and perfect.” 

He twitches each time you praise him, tip glistening between your fingertips and shaft pulsating needily. You want to be everywhere at the same time. It is so addicting to touch his cock.

“Oh god, it feels so good”, he croaks and throws his head back, dropping his tied up hands against your chest. He is clutching whatever small amount of fabric his constricted hands can grasp, moaning your nickname like it is all that he can do. 

“There we go, hold onto me. Good boy.”

“Please, seriously, please don’t stop”, he begs, legs tightened around your thighs.

“Mhm, you must feel so good right now”, you whisper mindlessly.

He nods his head vigorously, hips shaking on your lap. He moans just for you, delighting you even more. He does. He feels so good right now. So, so good. Nobody, not even himself, could touch him like you are able to.  

“Of course you do. It would be a shame if I just…” you trail off, removing your hand from his cock.

“No please”, he whines, rolling his head to the front. He gives you the most lethal puppy eyes, pouting. “Please, Mommy. I-I was a good boy.”

“Yeah, that’s true. You were.” 

“Please?” 

He is so adorable. Pink ribbons around his dainty wrists, his pretty hair a mess and drool covering his puffy lips. Your husband has never looked cuter before. You can’t say no to him. You just can’t.

“Put your arms behind my head.”

He obeys.

“Good boy, now let me taste your moans.”

Jungkook moans, leaning in to kiss you. He instantly uses tongue, moaning louder when you wrap your hand around his cock again to pump it. He throbs between your fingers, leaking all over them. 

You pick it up and use it to increase the speed of your touch. He was such a good boy tonight and you want to make him feel good. No more teasing, he is supposed to feel in heaven from now on. 

And you know that he does. He moans and whimpers, breaking the kiss every now and then when he needs to gasp for air or be a little louder. You talk sweet words to him whenever he has to, playing with his hair or rubbing circles into his neck. 

It isn’t long after that Jungkook can’t kiss you back anymore, dropping his face into the crook of your neck.

“Mommy please”, he sobs, convulsing on your lap. His entire weight is on you right now, also pressing on your chest because he is currently squeezing himself against you. 

His arms are restless, tensing and flexing as his shaky hands try to break free from their constraints. He could easily break free, but you ruined him enough that his muscles feel weak. 

“Do you like this?”

“Like it. Ah” he sobs, “ahmmmm Mommy…”

“My sweet Bunny. Lean into me, that’s good.”

“I have to…soon… please can I?”

“Yes, my baby, you can. Just let me do it for you. Make a mess for me, baby”, you encourage him, pumping his weeping tip. 

His veins are bulging by now, his base is stretching the ribbon. He is so restless on your lap that he constantly rubs his balls on you as well. It feels so good. Jungkook is entirely and utterly in your hands.

Quite literally. 

And it only takes him three mores strokes to make a total mess of them.

He squeaks, tenses up and then you feel it. Warm, messy cum shoots from his cock  covering your hand and parts of your bodies. He sobs your name when the shakes finally set in, holding you close as best as possible. 

“Good boy. Cum for me. Fuck, you’re such a good boy”, you talk him through it, keeping your touches focused on his tip because he is most sensitive there. 

Jungkook is able to handle nine pumps and then overstimulation sets in, instantly making him beg and whine. 

“Stop please. No more, please.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” 

“Thank you, Mommy. Thank you!” 

“There we go, good boy.” 

Now satisfied, you release him of his pleasurable hell. You keep the messy hand between his legs for now, hugging him with your other arm. 

And Jungkook falls into a trance of gratefulness, afterglow and adoration. He sighs and whimpers, gasps and sighs some more as his body recovers from the intense high.

“Thank you Mommy. I love you.” The two sentences repeat themselves, growing quieter and quieter the deeper he falls into the relaxing afterglow.

“You’re welcome, Bunny. I love you too”, you answer him every single time, feeling entirely content. Honestly, you could play with him for hours. Being with him like this, makes you so happy. 

It is Jungkook who breaks the cozy hug, running his eyes over your features. He is smiling with them, cheeks flushed and bangs sticking to his forehead. 

“I made a mess”, he confesses and snickers.

“You made a mess. A pretty big one actually. You really needed that orgasm, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I think I did. I feel so submissive tonight and so soft and then you dressed me up in the ribbons and praised me and yeah…” he grins goofily. “I love being your sub, Mommy.”

“And I love being your Domme, Bunnybaby.” 

“Can we do this again one day? Please? Oh, I feel so cozy right now”, he says and snuggles into you. “I don’t want to leave this space.”

“Of course we can do this again. Maybe I’ll tie you to something when we do.”

“Yes please. Please do this”, he sighs and melts into a total weak mess of limbs on your lap.

His heart is racing. You hold him close, snuggling your nose into the crook of his neck. He smells like a good orgasm and his floral shower gel. You love his scent. 

“My Bunny”, you whisper, melting into him as well.

Date day is going to be extra romantic tomorrow. After such a night, it will be difficult not to stick to him at all times.

[salemlunaa]

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You can even use it when you’re having one of those days and just need to be reminded of the fact that you’re in charge. You can even use it for some tough love or to comfort you as you vent.

Like guys you can do so many things with this, I love Chat GPT so much we’re locked in like this:

LMFAOOO IM JOKING (or am i? 😏)

But in all seriousness, some of you need this. Flooding bloggers asks and dms with questions that they have repeated the answers to multiple times, asking things you damn well know the answer to or just asking for motivation repeatedly can take away from people who actually have a good question to ask and actually need help. Like fogging up a blogger’s inbox repeatedly venting about the 3d, or asking “hOw Do I gEt iNtO tHe VoId?” knowing damn well you know the answer to that, will prevent a blogger from noticing someone who actually has a good question that many people might also have and would actually spark an interesting discussion.

So just ask Chat GPT, it’s okay to have doubts creep in from time to time, it’s okay to need a reminder of basic things, it’s okay to forget how powerful you are sometimes, but you can literally ask Chat GPT to help you with that and it will. Instead of waiting around for bloggers to answer your dm or ask just to say the same thing, you can get actual help, and get it when you want it and how you want it.

Why don’t you ask “explain the law of assumption to me like i’m 5”

“explain the void state to me from a scientific view to help me believe”

“give me some dream body affirmations”

“i’ve been so demotivated, remind me who tf i am again”

“I’m going to come from a filthy rich family when I permashift, can you give me some £10Million+ per year jobs that my desired parents can do”

“I feel so lazy today, bully me into inducing the pure consciousness instead of procrastinating”

you don’t need to harass bloggers for these things when you can have immediate access to the answers you seek.

ꨄ 🧸🎀 Go download Chat GPT and knock yourself out!! 💋

[radiance1]

Danny often felt tired, as of late.

He wasn't certain as to why he did, though. It happened after his, apparent, coronation as the Prince of the Infinite Realms and after finally getting a boyfriend out of that damsel in distress who made him into one.

Which was unfortunate, because though he may try, it was very hard to pay attention on dates when Danny felt he just came from using the Ecto-Skeleton and no amount of sleep would make it go away. Fortunately, however, Billy was very understanding and accommodating of his plight, letting him sleep on him whenever he wanted and having their dates be less mentally/physically demanding things.

Man, Danny loved his boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he was away on one of his Justice League mission things.

Another thing he noticed, is that he liked to sleep in more cold places now. Very, very cold places.

So much so, that he genuinely debated moving to the Far Frozen if not for his parents turning his room into a literal walk-in freezer for him.

Did he ever find out why he needs to sleep so much? No, not really. But man.

Danny could go down for a nap right now.

---

Pariah was having a good, very good day.

He woke up, stretched, ate some food he didn't actually need to, did some light exercises after aeons of not using his sword and just fighting in general and sat down for some tea.

Even had a letter from the Master of Time with a P.S that two humans would be busting down his door!

Wait what-

"Ghost King!" Came the rather loud, effeminate shout accompanying the loud slam of his castle doors. "Where is our son!"

Honestly, Pariah is impressed by the lungs on that human.

"You heard her!" He looked down calmly at the... Actually, what in the infinite is that? Since when did humans go walking around with cannons??? "Tell us where our son is our so help me! Ghost King or not we'll exorcise you right where you stand!"

Pariah blinked slowly, very, very slowly.

Then took a sip of his favorite ghost blend then calmly placed the cup back down.

"You must be the boy's, human, parents I presume?" He asked calmly, gaze sweeping over them both. They seemed to be prepared for war, a burning fire in their eyes as they stared down the very King of Infinity and saw only an obstacle.

Oooooh, how that made the part of him that longed, sung for battle purr in sheer delight.

"Why don't you join me for tea?" He said, waving a hand and conjuring forth two extra, human sized, chairs on the opposing end of his table alongside two more tea cups. "And explain whatever is going on, while you're at it."

The two shared a glance between each other, then slowly lowered their weapons down to a point where they could still draw them at a moment's notice, yet not actively antagonizing the king at the same time-

Oh, he just loves these types of mortals.

-before slowly making their way to their seats, which were right next to each other of course. Married and whatnot.

"Tea?" He flicked a finger, filling their cups with the same that was in his cup but before remembering. "Ah, right. Human and your mortality." He casually mentioned, flicking his finger and changing the liquid to one of the few mortal blends he could still recall. "Worry not, for they are not poisoned." He chuckled lightly.

Honestly, doing such a thing would be beneath him, especially when faced with mortals of such fire.

"Now," He brought his cup to his lips. "Why don't you inform me as to what, exactly, has brought you to my doorstep prepared for battle?"

They, once more, exchanged a glance between each other, making sure the king was still in sight before Maddie opened her lips.

"Our son is missing."

---

The summoning was a success.

A terrible, terrible success.

One that the Justice League, One John Constantine especially, had valiantly attempted to stop.

But, unfortunately, once it got going it seemed to be incapable of stopping.

Faced with an entity being summoned from the Infinite Realms, they had called all of the heroes who were capable that weren't occupied. Shazam, unfortunately, was one of said heroes occupied.

Superman and Wonderwoman? Were not. So, at the very least, they had two of their heaviest hitters available.

The circle glowed a toxic green, growing and growing in glow until it reached its zenith.

Then was snuffed out as brightly as it glowed.

The air stilled, followed by a chill that rivaled the chilliest of snowstorms as if they were standing within one that very moment.

The next moment?

Ice.

Pure, unflinching, jagged pillars of ice rose from the circle the same moment it glow returned. Sticking out from the circle haphazardly and nearly impaling those that stood too close.

Mist, thick, blue mist. Rolled from the pillars of ice, descending down onto the floor with a gentleness that was almost deceptive if not occupied by such cold and being completely and utterly unnatural as it was.

The Justice League readied themselves.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

A funny prompt: Gaz’ No-Good, Terrible, Very Bad day. In which in the span of 24 hours he walks in on NikPrice, GhostSoap, then AleRudy bumping uglies because those pairs of idiots keep having sex in weird places and Gaz keeps having to bare witness.

How you wanna play it is up to you, but I love the way you write Gaz and I wanted to lean more into the comedic side of sexy times rather than the hot n heavy stuff this once.

Mikey, I love you for this prompt. I actually wrote it all out and then Tumblr shat itself. Serves me right for writing in the app on my phone, eh? I hope this redo is as good. Two of my favourite things: humour and sex.

Gaz has a really bad day.

cw: sexual content.

Really, Gaz should have called it a day when he had decided to have a Rich Tea with his breakfast brew and the fucker had broken off in it because he had gone zero point one second over the optimum dunking threshold. Bad omen. Yeah, pack it all up lads, turn in.

If someone were to ask him precisely when his day had gone to shit, he would definitely say it was then, because if he had to recall the next part he was pretty sure he'd require several sessions of therapy.

It was unusual for the store cupboard to be locked, which was his first warning that something was amiss. But airpods in and his mind on the afternoon's planned exercise with Bravo Company, he didn't think much of it. There were only five people on base with a key, so it was easier to leave the door unlocked. When it came time for inventory at the end of the week, Price was disturbingly effective at nailing anyone with sticky fingers so no one bothered pushing their luck.

As DJ Snake turned down for what and the beat dropped, Gaz tugged his lanyard out of his shirt and jammed the key in the lock. Shouldering the door open, he slapped a hand over the light switch and looked up at the same time, only to be faced with Lieutenant Riley's lily-white arse pounding between two hairy legs directly opposite. "What the fuck?"

Gaz practically slapped himself in the face in his haste to snatch the airpods from his ears and cover his eyes with his palm. He heard rather than saw Tav slide down the wall he'd been pinned to, and the resulting yelp as he hit the concrete floor.

"Did ya ma no' teach ye tae knock?" Tav squawked.

"You're in the store cupboard, Tav! The fucking store cupboard!"

"We locked the door..."

"He has private fucking quarters, which is... literally what they could be used for, fuck my life!"

Ghost cleared his throat and Gaz chanced a look through the slats of his fingers. He regretted it almost immediately when he glimpsed the lieutenant's monster hog, which was somehow three times the size hard as it was soft, according to the sparse glimpses Gaz had snatched in the shower. Professional curiosity, you know. Ghost was completely unfazed, standing there with it all just hanging out. "Uh, sir, if you could..."

"What'd'ye want, Garrick?" Tav growled, pulling his hoodie over his lap to hide whatever gaping devastation the lieutenant had inflicted.

"Camelbak skin. Top shelf on the left."

Gaz heard a box grind over the metal shelf and the split of plastic sellotape. When the rustling stopped, he looked through his fingers again and saw Ghost holding the skin out for him to take. He hadn't even pulled his boxers up, his hard dick still on full display. Gaz sidled over, keeping his face turned away, and took the offered plastic parcel. "Cheers," he murmured awkwardly.

"Welcome," Ghost rumbled back, and if Gaz didn't know him better, he'd say the bastard was laughing at him. Seconds later, he hightailed it out of there as quickly as he could, pinching the bridge of his nose and hoping the image of all that pale skin thrusting away between Tav's hairy stalks wasn't going to haunt his fucking nightmares. Luckily, he had a fitness course to coordinate that afternoon, which would help take his mind off of it.

No such fucking luck, as it transpired.

As Bravo Company were taking a breather after making good time over the course, Gaz snuck off into the woodland for a quick slash before they moved on to first aid training. As he rounded an old oak tree, he caught the sound of hushed voices over the usual bird song and rustle of leaves. Little fuckers had snuck off for a smoke and thought he wouldn't notice.

He did up his fly, put on a stern face and readied his most blood-curdling shout as he stomped in their direction. The 'oi, ya little cunts' sat on the tip of his tongue as he burst through the bushes, only for it to dissolve into a high-pitched little 'ah!' when he came face to face with Rudy, slack-jawed and sweaty.

Colonel Vargas was two knuckles deep in him, Rudy's cock drooling over his superior's wrist, hips twitching. That was all Gaz managed to see before he swung himself round and covered his eyes for good measure. The low voice he had heard must have been some truly filthy Spanish, because Rudy looked about ready to blow.

"Hola, sergeant," Alejandro said calmly. "¿Qué tal? I thought you were not due in the woodlands until tomorrow."

"Uh, yeah, orienteering is... tomorrow, sorry, colonel, I thought you were trainees, I, uh..." Gaz glanced over his shoulder and saw that Alejandro had moved his body to shield Rudy from view. He whispered something softly in Spanish in his lover's ear, because Rudy was hurriedly yanking up his trousers, his belt rattling, looking panicked.

"It is I who must apologise, amigo. I cannot control myself with Rudy, and with all this nature around us, I let my heart lead my head," Alejandro said. "I would be... grateful if this indiscretion did not get to the captain."

"Uh, sure, mate, yeah. Mum's the word... I'm gonna... go this way. As you were, or... not." Gaz hotfooted it back through the bushes, his face on fire, and was relieved to find some troopers slacking off because he had someone to beast. Seriously, this day could fucking do one. It couldn't get any worse.

Famous. Last. Fucking. Words.

First aid training concluded in time for dinner and Gaz sent the troopers to mess. He didn't go himself because he wasn't sure he could look Tav or Ghost in the eye just yet. Instead, he headed to his bunk and snacked on some Pringles as he finished off a report on the week's progress for Price. And yeah, he left out the sheer volume of unnecessary cock he had seen that day.

Last thing on the day's list was to submit the report and he could turn in, hoping that tomorrow had less cock and arse on the agenda for him. He rapped twice on the captain's door and let himself in, missing the sudden scuffle of movement as the hinges creaked. "Hey, sir, got the summary ahead of sched-u-oh, Nik."

Nik was sitting in Price's chair bolt upright, his hands in his lap beneath the desk, shoulders squared. "Gaz, my brother," Nik greeted, but his voice sounded a little... tight. "Kak dyela?"

"Where's... the..." Gaz studied Nik a bit more carefully and began noting a few more oddities. His skin was flushed, eyes blown wide, usually slick hair all ruffled out of place, and he was shifting minutely in his chair, but keeping his feet very, very fucking still. "He's..." Gaz pinched the bridge of his nose, "he's under the desk, isn't he?" Because of course he fucking was.

Nik flashed a mischievous smirk.

Gaz sighed. "Jesus fucking Christ..."

Nik bit his lower lip and then opened his mouth to say something, but Price got there first, his voice low, rough and husky from his hiding place beneath his own desk. Probably from where he had just been gobbing off Nik's--no, no, for Gaz's own sanity he just couldn't finish that thought.

"Leave the report on the desk," Price growled.

"Yup, right, it's on the desk," Gaz replied, getting as close as he could to be able to chuck it on the keyboard without risking seeing Nik's cock next to his captain's face. "Have a, uh... a good..."

"Garrick," Price snapped.

"Right, yeah, going. Going."

Nik waved at him as he left but Gaz could do nothing more than cringe his way back into the corridor. Three for three. Fan-fucking-tastic.

There was no way he was getting any sleep after that. Gaz headed for the mess and a cup of tea. Maybe if he managed to dunk the biscuit properly, the day would stop fucking with him.

He was completely engaged in a thousand yard stare when Tav slid onto the bench opposite. Gaz gave him the side eye. "Surprised you can sit down."

Tav smirked. "Aye, s'taken some practice."

"Nope, no, no more. It's gonna take years of therapy, decades, to get over seeing that man's arse between your legs."

"Dunno what yer whinin' about, ah've got bruises from where the fecker dropped me."

Gaz snorted. "Good."

"Look, ah... ah came tae apologise. It weren't decent, an', uh..."

"Mate," Gaz sighed, slapping his hands on the table as he sat up. "The shit I've seen today, Ghost's pale arse ain't even the half of it." He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. "Do you fuck in there a lot?"

"Oh aye, and other places."

"Oh god..."

Gaz's eyes narrowed as Tav turned in his seat and extended a leg. That was an exit manoeuvre. Tav rolled his lips into his mouth, smirked, and then landed the killer blow. "Pretty sure we've done it in yer bunk."

"You cun--oi, c'mere you rat Scottish bastard!"

Tav fled cackling and Gaz followed with full intent to put a few more boot-shaped bruises on his arse. Perfect end to his no-good, terrible, very bad day.

[xoluvx]

crushed; b.eilish

Request: I feel only you can do this justice, but may I please request a Billie angst to fluff where Billie is somewhat oblivious to reader crushing on her, so every time bil invites her around, she's always flirting with other girls (like odessa & quen) and reader always gets quiet and just isolates herself. Then billie brings reader with her for all the album press, and while recording the chicken shop date, reader finally gets so pissed she just leaves and back at the hotel they get into a huge fight, but happy ending 🥹

aweee thank you anon, i hope you love it 💖

“Hey, thanks for coming” Billie smiled. It was the kind of smile that made your heart flutter for no good reason. A genuine smile that came from within and radiated throughout her face and instantly brought a smile to your own face. She hugged you and you melted into her warmth.

“We’re in here,” she closed the door before directing you to a room where a group of her friends were already chatting. They shot you a quick welcome before returning to the conversations you clearly weren’t a part of. It didn’t matter. You were here for Billie.

Did that sound a little desperate? Whatever, it didn't matter. So what? Should you be sued for crushing on Billie? Maybe. Considering the fact she was your best friend.

She sat next to you, talking about the new album. The voices of everyone else drowned around you as you focused on her. Her lips were so tantalizing and her eyes enchanting as she spoke with passion. You nodded feeling the fluttering feeling in your chest again. You were astonished how in a sea of people she was able to make you feel like the only person there.

That is until another girl walked up to her and sat on her lap. You hadn't even made yourself comfortable yet. You'd been here no more than what? Five minutes? And she just straight up sat on her lap in the middle of your conversation. You cleared your throat and shifted on the couch. Though Billie was still looking at you and talking to you, one of her hands was now holding the girl’s thigh and the other held her back.

Why did you come to these things again? Was your crush really worth it when it was so one-sided? Was she really so oblivious to the fact that you were crushing on her? Hard. Of course she was. You were best friends, but not like her new group of friends. There was just something about them that made you feel less than. Like you weren't the first person to be there for Billie since the beginning. Like they were worthy of all her attention and you were just "Billie's friend".

You excused yourself glancing at the girl briefly who was now whispering something in Billie's ear. Billie laughed watching as you left, but not really protesting for you to stay. Finding the bathroom, you shut the door behind you leaning against it taking a deep breath. The lack of oxygen was making you feel light headed and the previous flutter in your chest was now replaced by a deep pain. You felt like the room was shrinking around you.

Walking to the counter, you held the edge as you walked yourself through a series of deep breathing exercises. God, this girl had you in deep. So fucking deep you were in her bathroom breathing like a maniac because you were down bad.

Locating your phone, you opened up your message thread with her.

Not feeling well. Going home.

A few seconds later a reply came through.

You sure? You can rest in my room for now.

You watched the three dots pop up again, but nothing else came through. You could rest in her room, but you really couldn't stand being in her house anymore.

Thanks, but I'll see you tomorrow maybe?

Looking in the mirror, you wiped the tears you hadn't realized you were shedding and sniffled. How were you going to get through her album press tour like this? It should've made you feel special that you were the only person she invited, but really you felt like shit.

Of course she was going to take you. You were her best friend. But was that all you'd ever be?

When her press tour started, you tried really hard to bury your feelings for her. Before you boarded that plane, you made a pact with yourself. You were done with Billie. Any romantic feelings were squashed. She wasn't going to be the reason you cried anymore. And though you liked to tell yourself you were okay with that, you weren't. You really fucking weren't.

She made it so difficult. With her adorable laughs and awkwardly cute presence during interviews. You stood behind the scenes watching interview after interview. Every so often, she'd glance at you and smile like you were her home.

And you'd wonder if she was questioning how different you'd been acting. How much you'd been pulling away from her or if she just thought everything was okay and normal.

No matter how much you wanted to ignore the feelings, your heart ached each day. Especially each night when the two of you laid in bed because of course you were sharing a hotel room. And you couldn't cuddle with her like you did before these pestering feelings inhabited your heart and soul. You couldn't put yourself through that.

And it all boiled down to one moment. One moment where you couldn't hold it in. You couldn't pretend for her sake anymore.

The Chicken Shop Date.

You stood behind the cameras as she flirted her way through the interview. Her shy little awkward mannerisms making every ounce of your body tingle, but warm with envy. The sly flirty comments shot at Amelia, the glances like she wanted to eat her alive.

Fuck. It got to you. You felt so stupid. It. was. press. It wasn't real. But god you took it so personal.

Billie glanced over when she heard whispering. You were talking to someone on set. They were nodding and holding your arm. She couldn't see your face, but she furrowed her brows when you left.

“Yo, that was kinda rude.” The voice snapped you from your book. You didn’t bother looking up. You flipped the page until you heard the door slam and a pissed off Billie was standing at the end of the bed.

“Did you hear me?” She asked. Her face one of bewilderment when you looked up. “What was that about? Why’d you just leave?” She prodded lifting her shoulders like you’d done the most despicable thing.

You just shook your head bitting the inside of your lip. You were at a point of no return. If you snapped at her, it’d be done. You’d be done. You’d walk away. You’d fly home right now. You'd never talk to her again.

“Hello?” She snapped you. Oh … it was on.

“You’re fucking joking right?” Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat quickly because you weren’t going to break down right now. Not before she got an earful because she didn’t even know the half of it.

“You bring me everywhere and what? I’m just suppose to follow you like a little lap dog?” Your voice was more stern now as you tossed your book to the side not bothering to mark the page. It’s not like you’d been paying attention to the plot.

Billie furrowed her brows, her lips parting.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like being around you? Everyone loves you, everyone wants a piece of Billie Eilish and you just love it don’t you? You love the attention.” You’d gotten up by now, but you were still feet away from her and her sudden defensive stance.

“What are you talking about?” Billie asked.

“Fuck Billie. How about you put your fucking glasses on and look in front of you?” Your voice was laced with venom and you were aiming to sting and hurt just like you had. Just like the uncontrollable crying you'd done when you walked through the hotel door.

“I. Like. You."

“And you always make me feel like shit,” you whispered falling back on the bed sitting with your hands clasped between your legs, chest heaving as you tried catching your breath. Your tummy felt funny. You felt like you might actually throw up and not just word vomit. The tears were hot on your face and you leaned your head back trying to bring them back in.

Billie stood there. Silent. It felt like an eternity before she spoke.

"I didn't know," her voice was soft and she stood there like a scolded child.

"Oh my god, I'm so stupid," she added. It was like she was recalling all the times she'd invite you over just to give another girl attention. All the times she made you feel like she was crushing on you too. The hugs, the cheek kisses, the sleepovers.

"I just need you to tell me you don't like me. I need to hear it from you so I can move on," you turned to look at her slowly. She looked at your glossy eyes and tear streaked face.

"I can't," Billie furrowed her brows, her own eyes glossing over. She was awful. She'd made you feel awful and she didn't know for how long. And worst, if she'd only communicated with you then you would've known-

"I like you too," she whispered and sat next to you. Her body was still, facing forward not looking at you. Silence filled the room.

She liked you too?

"Then why," your voice cracked and you cleared your throat. "why didn't you tell me?" you asked.

"The same reason you didn't. I was scared. I didn't want things to change between us," she turned to look at you but you were still facing forward. She cupped your face and you froze. This new touch was foreign. It was filled with possibilities and second chances.

"Things were already changing between us when you started flirting with anything that had legs," you melted into her touch and Billie couldn't help but softly laugh at that. This elicited your own smile and when your eyes met you felt your heart exploding. Her watery eyes glistened. The blue piercing through your soul. The green bandana making them shine even brighter. She bit her lip before looking down at yours.

Was this really happening right now? Her body was leaning in.

"Wait," she placed your hand on her shoulder and she looked at you with confusion. "I want this, I want this so bad," you confessed.

"But?" Billie asked.

"But, I need to know you do too. That you're seriously into this. That you're not just going to run away," her eyes softened and she nodded pressing her forehead against yours. And maybe using 'run away' was a poor choice of words because that's literally what you'd been doing this whole time.

She brought you back to earth when she grabbed your hand placing it on her chest. Her heart was beating rapidly.

"Okay," you whispered.

Billie leaned in again and this time you didn't stop her. You let her lips meet yours in a tentative kiss. Your noses brushed as she tightened her grip around your hand which was still pressed to her chest.

You kissed again.

This time it was a deeper kiss. One poured with feelings and regrets and hope.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Practice

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You need to practice

On the weekend, when you don't have games and you've finished all your homework, you have a kick about in the garden.

Or, rather, Momma and Morsa had a kick around and you save their shots.

Momma's better at shooting than Morsa but Morsa does better headers so it all evens out you suppose.

Either way, you get practice and they get exercise.

It's a win-win.

You're doing well with your academy training but not well enough. Since the time you rejected Germany's offer to have you play for their youth teams, no one else had called you up.

Not Denmark.

Not Sweden.

Some of your peers at Academy training had wormed their ways onto the youth teams, even for just one call up.

But you hadn't.

You don't know what you're doing wrong. You don't know why you're not good enough.

What you do know is that you want to be on those teams. Those teams are stepping stones to get to the senior team and the senior team is the road to joining the big clubs.

The European giants that you so desperately want to play for.

Wolfsburg is your destination, in big blinding lights in your head.

You want to play for Wolfsburg. You want to dominate the German League with them and, hopefully, the Champion's League as well.

But Wolfsburg won't look twice at you if you aren't on Sweden or Denmark's senior team.

Hence why you're practicing now, saving shot after shot after shot in your fancy new gloves, standing in the new goal set up in your garden after a drunk Morsa stumbled into your old one and broke it.

Another shot streaks past your outstretched hands and you kick your goalpost angrily, rolling the ball from out of your net and back to Momma.

"You're not defending properly!" You tell Morsa, arms crossed over your chest," You keep letting her win!"

Morsa laughs, like she can't see how important this is to you. "We're just playing around, princesse."

"We're not! I'm practicing!"

"Take it easy. It's not the be all end all."

"It is!"

You stamp your foot and Morsa laughs again, fondly ruffling your hair and you want to scream.

"You're not at training, princesse. It isn't that serious."

"It is!"

"It isn't."

"Magda," Momma says warningly," Leave her alone."

"Pernille!"

Momma grabs the ball and starts dribbling.

Morsa still isn't taking it that seriously, making a few attempts at getting the ball again but ultimately leaving Momma enough room to take another shot.

You catch it this time, falling to the ground to hold it against your body like Zećira has always taught you.

You stay on the ground for a while, drawing big deep breaths into your lungs.

Pernille sits in front of you, nudging you gently with her foot. "What's going on, huh? What's got you all high strung?"

You huff and mumble," I don't want to talk about it."

"You're not usually this short with us," Pernille says," Talk to me. What's going on?"

"It's stupid."

"If it's upsetting you then I don't think it is."

"Everyone else has been called up for the youth teams," You let the rest of your words go unspoken.

"You'll get there," Magda says, still standing nearby," It'll happen eventually."

"I don't want it eventually! I want it now! Everyone else has been called up! Everyone else is getting game time with the youth teams!"

"People develop at different times," Pernille's trying to soothe you, to talk you off the ledge," It's perfectly okay to not be going to camps the same time as everyone else."

"I should have accepted Germany's offer when I had the chance!" You say and that's when Magda and Pernille know you're being serious about this.

"Just because everyone else is going doesn't mean that you're a worse player," Pernille says to you," You shouldn't measure yourself against them."

You sit up. "Whatever." You grab the ball, angrily booting it all the way to the other end of the garden. "I told you it was stupid."

"Princesse-"

You move to go back inside.

"Come here," Magda says.

You ignore her.

"Don't ignore me! Come here!"

She's using her captain voice, the one she used to use when she played for Sweden. You know better than to ignore her now.

You stand in front of her, looking up.

"You worth is not reliant on whether or not you get into the youth teams."

You scoff. "Maybe not to you."

"Princesse-"

"But don't lie and say big clubs don't start picking out future players from the moment they lay eyes on them. No one watches random youth team matches at club level, not really. But they do watch it at international level. I know that. You know that."

"I know that," Magda echoes," But you have all the time in the world."

"Do I?" You say," Do I really?"

"You're fourteen. You have so much time."

You look away. "No, I don't."

You're growing up now, shooting up like a weed but Pernille's still taller than you, still tall enough to rest her chin on the top of your head and hug you from behind.

"Tell me what you need, princesse. What do you want out of this?"

"I want to be the best. I want you to help me be the best."

"Okay," Pernille says," We'll help you be the best."

[scribbly-squid]

Oblivious | Lucifer Imagine

Lucifer x Sinner Reader

Imagine: Angel Dust having to explain to Lucifer after the fact that you were flirting with the fallen angel.

Masterlist

“You must be the King of Hell,” you said, your voice warm and calm as you looked up from your book. Your gaze shifted to the towering, sharp-dressed figure standing beside Angel Dust, the two of them making quite the striking pair. You closed the book slowly, savoring the moment, and slid the glossy brochure Angel had shoved into your hands earlier—a vivid, glittering advertisement for one of Hell’s more notorious clubs—between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. Rising from your seat, you smoothed your outfit and crossed the room with easy confidence. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Y/N.”

Lucifer’s crimson eyes flicked to you, his expression carefully neutral at first. For someone nicknamed the King of Hell, he seemed surprisingly… reserved. After a brief pause, his lips curved into a polite, faintly nervous smile as he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his deep voice velvety smooth but tinged with something you could only describe as hesitation. “And please, drop the formalities. I’m not really a fan of those.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, your curiosity about the infamous King of Hell growing by the second. “I can see where Charlie gets it from,” you quipped, and his smirk grew slightly, a glimmer of pride flickering in his eyes.

“She’s told me a bit about you,” Lucifer admitted, his tone light but cautious. His gaze flicked briefly to Angel Dust, who stood a few feet behind him, clearly struggling to suppress whatever sarcastic comment was threatening to escape. “So, Charlie mentioned you had some questions for me?”

“I do,” you replied, nodding enthusiastically as you clasped your hands behind your back. “First question: is it some kind of prerequisite for fallen angels to be ridiculously handsome?”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and you watched as Lucifer blinked, his composure slipping ever so slightly. For a being of his stature and reputation, he looked… flustered. A quiet, nervous laugh escaped him as he rubbed the back of his neck, his crimson eyes darting anywhere but at you. “Well, uh…” he began, his voice catching slightly, “every angel is unique, so we all end up with different traits. There’s no, uh, official requirement to be... ‘good-looking.’” He paused, giving a small, self-deprecating shrug. “But I suppose many of us are rather fortunate in that regard.”

Behind him, Angel Dust failed spectacularly to keep his composure. He let out a sharp snicker, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as his shoulders shook with laughter. “Fortunate, huh?” Angel repeated, his tone oozing with mockery. He waggled his eyebrows at you, his pink eyes glinting with mischief. “Don’t let him fool ya, honey—he knows exactly how good he looks.”

Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he’d heard this a thousand times before. “Thank you for that, Angel,” he muttered dryly.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks, but you did your best to maintain your composure. Clearing your throat, you glanced back at your book, needing something to ground yourself. “Right, well, thanks for clearing that up,” you said, doing your best to sound nonchalant even as your heart gave a small, traitorous flutter. “Anyway, I should go get ready for one of Charlie’s exercises. Don’t want to keep her waiting.”

Lucifer nodded, his polite smile returning, though you caught the faintest trace of amusement in his eyes. “Of course. Good luck with that.”

As you turned to leave, you risked a quick glance over your shoulder at Angel Dust, who was practically vibrating with suppressed laughter. His grin was so wide it practically split his face in two. He blew you an exaggerated kiss, winking at you as if to say, Told you so.

You raised an eyebrow at him, shooting him a look that said, You weren’t kidding. Angel only doubled down on his smug expression, twirling a strand of his hair around one clawed finger like a lovestruck teenager. It didn’t hurt that Angel was right—Lucifer was ridiculously handsome. Though you were certain you’d never hear the end of it from Angel Dust.

Lucifer leaned against the bar, his crimson eyes lost in thought. Angel Dust, turned around with a smug grin plastered across his face.

“You good there, big guy?” Angel teased, tapping his nails against the bar. “You’ve been staring at that wine like it’s got all the answers to life’s mysteries. Lemme guess—you’re thinkin’ about what Y/N said, huh?”

Lucifer sighed, barely glancing up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Angel snorted, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Oh, please,” he drawled, sliding closer on his barstool. “Don’t play dumb with me, Lucifer. Y/N was totally flirting with you earlier, and you just stood there like a clueless puppy. It was adorable, really.”

Lucifer frowned, looking genuinely confused. “Flirting? She wasn’t flirting. She was asking questions.”

“Uh-huh.” Angel gave him a deadpan look. “Sure. Because ‘Is it a prerequisite for fallen angels to be ridiculously handsome?’ is just a totally innocent question, right? Definitely not laced with any, ya know, subtext.”

Lucifer straightened up, his expression shifting as the realization started to dawn on him. “Wait… you think that was…?” He trailed off, the faintest hint of pink dusting his pale cheeks.

Angel couldn’t hold it in anymore. He burst out laughing, throwing his head back as his shoulders shook with delight. “Oh, my God, you’re hopeless! She was flirting so hard I almost felt secondhand embarrassment, and you—you just stood there, giving her a freakin’ lecture about angelic traits. Classic.”

Lucifer groaned, pinching between his eyes. “I didn’t… I mean, I didn’t realize…”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Angel said, wiping a tear from his eye as his laughter died down. “Listen, babe, next time she hits you with a line like that, maybe try something like, ‘Well, what do you think?’ instead of looking like you’re buffering, alright?”

Lucifer shot him a withering glare. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Oh, absolutely.” Angel grinned, leaning his chin on his hand. “But hey, don’t worry. I’ll coach you if you need it. After all, it’d be a real shame if you let someone like her slip through your fingers just ‘cause you’re too busy bein’ all stoic and mysterious.”

Lucifer didn’t respond, but the thoughtful look on his face spoke volumes. Angel’s grin widened.

“Y’know,” Angel added with a wink, “for a guy who’s literally the King of Hell, you sure are terrible at recognizing when someone’s into you. Just sayin’."

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 ♡ PRETTIER HIERARCHY ♡

HAPPY 1.2k+ TO PRETTIEINPINK! Thank you guys for the support, here’s a lil gift from me to you. 

If you don’t want to read all of this, I created a hierarchy of everything you need to do to glow up, right at the end!!! But I recommend reading everything first &lt;3

I’ve been trying to ‘glow up’ like forever, but there was no actual content out there that helped me glow up. Most people sugarcoated, or their lifestyles of glowing up just weren't sustainable for me. So, I created this post for everyone planning to glow up or maximise their prettiness! 

DISCLAIMER – THIS POST IS NOT DETAILED. I wanted to do a simple outline to give you guys an idea of what to do to maximise your pretty. A little help to plan, especially as we enter 2024, but I’ll expand on these individual topics in the future. 

GRADE 1 – HEALTH

Being healthy can make you SO pretty. Being healthy is the foundation. There are other ways to be physically healthy, but after doing these 4 the rest usually fall in place.  Here are some simple ways to become healthier, and then eventually prettier!

HEALTHY EATING.

 I'm not going to go super deep into this, as no diet fits everyone + Please consult with your doctor before taking any extreme advice. Though, I'll tell you a bit of things that helped me !!

Stop drinking soda. Please, it's so unhealthy and it's full of so many sugars. Even the ones that are 0 cal, have weird chemicals that I don't trust. Many more alternatives taste just as good, like coconut water, herbal drinks, smoothies etc! Especially because nowadays most large calories and sugar intakes are from sugary drinks 

Stop restricting, moderate it. I am a big fan of dairy, yoghurt, milk, and cheese, I love it all. However I acknowledge that dairy isn’t the healthiest, so instead I always ensure I'm eating in moderation. E.g I put a tablespoon of shredded cheese in my omelettes instead of a handful. You will enjoy healthy eating so much, but only if you're not restricting. 

Have one serving of fruit, vegetables, or both with each meal. It provides so many good nutrients, makes you fuller and keeps you hydrated. Measure with your palm to ensure you’re eating enough. 

Know that just because one food has fewer calories than the other, does not mean it is the healthiest. I struggled so much with this, especially because many weight loss accounts will mention this, but it is so wrong. White bread has fewer calories than brown bread, but brown bread is higher in nutritional value. 

Plan snacks. Planning snacks for throughout the day, instead of spontaneously eating is so much better. I recommend this for anyone who gets hungry during the day but not enough for a meal (like me!)

Drink more water. Not 1L a day, because it is so much more ideal for you to have a glass of water with each meal + when you feel thirsty. 

Start educating yourself. This is as much as I can tell you, im not a nutritionist or a dietitian but if you plan to ensure that healthy eating becomes your lifestyle, educating yourself is essential!! 

EXERCISING.

Once again, I'm only going to go surface level with this because it is only based on my personal experience + Consult with your doctor before doing anything extreme. 

Start aiming for 5k+ steps. I see a lot of people advertise 10k+ steps as the standard, or what's active, but it's not sustainable If you're a busy person with a sedentary life or a beginner at exercise it is gonna be hard to sustain that. But walking is so good for you and simple too.

Join your local sports! Such a fun way to socialise while still exerting energy. 

If you can't do that for whatever reason, there are many ways to exercise at home. Research and pick a workout that you like and is sustainable. E.g. jump rope, pilates, home exercises, weightlifting, biking

Start standing more, it exerts energy. While very little, it still is very good. 

That's it, but remember to always start small with exercising, and RESEARCH!

BETTER SLEEP

To me, it doesn’t matter how much sleep a person is getting, but much more rather the quality of said sleep. So, here are some tricks and tips to get better at sleeping!!

Investing in a good quality pillow is so good for your sleep, the more comfortable you are, the better + it reduces the chances of poor posture or hump necks 

Research about different sleeping positions, as some positions at night promote back pain, difficulty breathing or poor posture. 

Start sleeping in complete darkness. Remove all sources of light or invest in good light-blocking curtains OR binders. Though, binders seem to be much more effective but are more pricey. If you cannot do either of that, buy a good sleeping mask. 

Sleep in the cold. Your body easily falls asleep if your environment is cold, and you’re less likely to wake up in the middle of the night. 

It is ideal for you to stop using devices an hour or two before bed, but if it is not sustainable for you, wear red blue-light-blocking glasses instead of clear ones. Red ones are more effective. 

Avoid large physical or mental tasks before bed, use that time to unwind and tell your body it's time to go to sleep. 

Avoid napping for longer than 30 minutes, or it can disrupt the sleep you have at night. 

Go to sleep at similar times every day. If you go to sleep earlier or later than this, you will ruin your sleep schedule and feel groggy. 

I expand more here. 

ORAL HEALTH

This is a step many people will neglect, but the most important in my opinion. Your teeth are the only body part that fails to regenerate after a certain age. Here's how I take care of mine!

Brush your teeth for longer. Brushing your teeth should not be a sped-up process, put actual thought into it. 

Start flossing. Floss removes plaque, and reduces the chances of your teeth yellowing! Do this ideally after each meal.

Brush your teeth before you eat. Brushing my teeth is the first thing I do when I wake up because brushing your teeth is supposed to protect your teeth from the food, not wash away your food. 

If you have the means, buy an electric toothbrush, as this gets in the little nooks and crannies that a regular one cannot. 

Use a tongue scraper or your toothbrush to get rid of any bacteria on your tongue. 

Use straws to drink coffee or any heavily coloured drinks. This avoids the premature yellowing of teeth. Make sure you put the straw on the side of your mouth to avoid your teeth. 

Use good mouthwash. A total game-changer, makes your breath fresher and your gums healthier. 

If need be, definitely use a purple teeth serum as a whitening treatment.

GRADE 2: STYLE 

I do not mean literal clothes and style, that's in grade 3. This is all about basic grooming and such. This is 2nd most important, especially if you're somebody who’s never been invested in beauty.

SKINCARE 

Get a basic skincare routine, cleanser and moisturiser.

If you have other skincare concerns e.g. dry skin, hyperpigmentation, acne, or blemishes, invest in a serum. 

Avoid touching your face frequently.

Wash makeup brushes & pillowcases often.

Dermaplaning to help skincare absorb better. 

Use sunscreen!

HAIRCARE

 Invest in a good shampoo and conditioner for your hair type.

Use a good hair oil, it doesn’t have to be for growth, but just for nourishing your scalp

Sleep with a good quality bonnet on.

Find which type of hairbrush works the best on you!

Use warm water to remove product build up and dirt, but use cool water to rinse.

Buy spray suncsreen to put on your scalp during hot weather.

Once again, research. Hair is just too much of a broad topic for me to thoroughly talk about.

EYEBROW & LASHES

Trim your eyebrows regularly to avoid too many stray hairs

Tint your eyebrows and lashes. If you already have dark eyelashes and brows, try a lighter look. I seem to prefer a dark brown look to a black 

Invest in a good lash & brow serum or use any oil

Don't use Vaseline on your eyelashes.

 Limit how much you wear mascara. 

I talk more about this here. 

BODY & HANDS 

Have a daily shower routine which consists of washing, exfoliating and moisturising your skin. 

Using scented products is such a game changer, smelling good is like being a magnet 

Doing manicures, my routine is a cuticle scrub, file, buff, polish, paint then cuticle oil. 

Shave on the areas you want to. Having smooth skin is nice, but to ensure your shave lasts longer, watch a video. 

I post about creating a good shower routine here. 

LIPS

Invest in a good, portable lip balm. I prefer the ones that burn your lips to give it a more fuller effect

Make your lip scrub. Sugar, honey and turmeric are my go-to. Helps remove dead skin.

If you have hyperpigmentation around the lips, use glycolic acid, only a little.

GRADE 3 – FASHION

My favourite grade, because it is so fun and focuses more on the aesthetic side of things. However, they're not essential, which makes it all the more fun!

CLOTHES 

 I have a post about wardrobe essentials here. 

Find out about what season colours you are. This helps with using colours in fashion to enhance. ( if you don't like your colours it is okay, it doesn’t change much if you do not wear them) 

Figuring out your undertone colours for jewellery. 

Figure out what works for your figure. Experiment with necklines, bottom length etc. 

Find out your general style too, what you feel confident in and more assured. 

MAKEUP

Research and only watch tutorials of women who look like you (trust me). 

Dear Peachie has a bunch of videos of how makeup works, for beginners to more advanced artists!

Then make your signature look for every using your knowledge. 

FRAGRANCE 

Invest in a good eau de parfum and eau de toilette. Cheap fragrances suck. 

Invest in a good-scented lotion. My favourite brand is Vaseline.

Using a good nice fabric softener for laundry makes you feel and smell fresh

Using an expensive scented body wash doesn’t matter, invest in a good body lotion. 

HAIR STYLING 

Hairstyles that enhance your face shape, not shield it. 

Having a simple signature look for everyday

Experimenting with your hair is ideal, but if you can't for whatever reason once again research.

GRADE 4 – PERSONALITY

The way you seem to others can make you so much prettier. Fake it till you make it as always~

POSTURE

Having good posture makes you stand out, makes you look prettier and is generally good for your health

Chin is parallel to the floor, shoulders are down and relaxed, rib cage is elevated, pelvis is tucked in, your knees straight and flexed, and the weight on your feet should be in the center.

You can stretch for good posture, there are many videos on this on YouTube.

Ensure your sleeping position is promoting good posture, not poor. 

Buy a back brace to reinforce good posture.

BODY LANGUAGE

Learn how to move your body during conversations to seem more self-respected and confident.

Train your facial expressions for different situations, but especially for taking photos.

There are tons of books and videos on this, won’t expand because this is all about how you want others to perceive you. 

ELOQUENCE

Improve the way you communicate with others. Be fluent and clear to understand 

Expand your vocabulary, know how to substitute words on the spot and make sentences. 

Knowing what to say in like any and every conversation makes people like you more, and the best way to be more eloquent is just practice. 

There are so many good books about this.. read.

GRADE 5 – MIND

Personally, having a good mindset does boost your self-perception of your prettiness + being happier in general makes you more inclined to take care of yourself = being more pretty!!!

MENTAL HEALTH

Start journaling as a way to organise your thoughts and to truly analyse your emotions. There are a lot of journaling prompts on Pinterest and such!

Meditation as a way to clear the mind when needed is so good. There are a bunch more meditations for other purposes though like body image, productivity, focus or just general relaxation.

Go to therapy, or just have at least one person you can talk to when life becomes tough.

Cut back on social media. There's misinformation, trolls and a lot of content that isn't nourishing your mind. 

Get some sun! Simple and doable, but has a huge effect on the body. It can improve the current mood. Wear sunscreen. 

Start learning how to process situations, instead of bypassing the emotions that come with them. 

Start surrounding yourself with like-minded people. Seriously, being around people who are just too different is draining. 

MINDSET

Embrace growth and reject all forms of comfort. Being uncomfortable with something is growth. 

Don’t do things because you ‘have’ to do this, do them because they benefit you and see it in that way. E.g ‘I’m going to clean my room because I deserve a clean place to rest and work’ instead of ‘I have to clean my room’

Become detached. Stop letting everything that happens in your life affect you, start observing instead of consuming. 

Self validates yourself. Tam Kaur did a wonderful video on this that I think everyone should watch.

Stop believing that everything and everyone is out to get you. Your subconscious mind believes this, do not feed it, starve it.

There's a lot to say about mindset, but I recommend watching some mindset YouTubers who explain everything in depth.

and now,,,, here's a ANOTHER gift from lanny because u read her post. And liked it. And reblogged it. And followed her.. pleaseee