#give him his brother back you heathens

[drexee]

I’m dead tired but my brain!!!! My brain!!! It won’t leave me alone with these thoughts for Raph🥺🤧

So here’s quick sleeping headcanons for Big Red as I try to convince myself to go to sleep.

Bayverse Raph x gn!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, spelling maybe?

Donnie | Leo | Mikey

Raph Sleep HCs

His bed is large. Huge, even.

As soon as he was able to get his own room away from Mikey, he took advantage of it. He loves his little brother, but mannnn does he need his own space.

The bed takes up a pretty good portion of his room, but it still leaves a good amount of walking space for him

Raph likes to have his bed somewhat firm with a bit of give to it. Semi firm, semi plush. Right in the middle.

He has a solid two (2) pillows on his bed. One firm and one soft, both king. He’s a heathen who doesn’t care

His blanket is very large and used to be nice, but it has a bit of wear and tear on it due to the many years of use

He does have a throw blanket that he keeps around (which he knitted himself thank you very much) , but usually uses it for when he’s out in the living area and resting on the couch to watch a movie or something

Raphael prefers to sleep on his stomach due to his shell and him usually not having the care nor the pillows to properly support him and keep him from rolling over

When you’re in bed with him, he’ll have you tucked into the space in between the lip of his shell and the bed

leg hitched up in between your own and arm wrapped around your middle to hold you to him, his other arm tucked up under his pillow and head

Usually, he has his hand nestled closely to you and palming your chest,

He tells you it’s for you to hold on to because he knows you like to grip onto things while you sleep, but also it’s to reassure you (and him) that you are safe and protected

But also he just likes to sap as much heat from you as he can

And also you’re soft and he can feel your heart and he loves it but he never said that🤫

Another thing he really likes about this position is how he’s able to easily bury his snout into the top of your head and just breathe you in

He doesn’t churr in his sleep, but he does the moments just before and he’ll be nearly shaking the bed because he absolutely loves that you’re there with him, and it fades out the deeper he goes into sleep

He does snore, but it’s not as bad as Mikey

Raph has more of a light rumble, and it can sooth you to sleep, but if you don’t like it, just shake him a bit

He’ll huff but will readjust, pull you closer, and knock back out lol

He doesn’t move around too much in his sleep, may shift his legs a bit, but once he’s out, he’s out. Dead weight

And mans Is H E A V Y.

Yes, having his arm around you like that is very grounding and nice, but he’s NOT letting you go 😮‍💨

At that point he’s not even doing it on purpose

So please prepare for this and go to the bathroom before you get in the bed with him!

Otherwise you have to wake him up and you’ll have a very grumpy and grumbly turtle on your hands!

When you come back, he’ll wrap you up in his space even more than before you left

But it’s ok bc he’s the softest for you right when he wakes up in the morning and he sees you next to him!

Raph wakes up relatively early, but he’ll snuggle back into you and let the moment last a little bit longer or until you start to wake up

He loves it so much

And there we have it!! My very first set of headcanons!

‘Til next time!!

[peachdues]

IN THE NETHERWOOD

2.5 NSFW ONESHOT ♤ KINKTOBER 2023

RED RIDING HOOD!READER X WEREWOLF!SANEMI

This is an absolutely filthy nasty smut scene that I have decided to cut from Part III of In the Netherwood. Part III is going to be long, so this is ultimately for the best, but I shan’t deprive you heathens of your monsterfucking tendencies.

Part III is still in the works but will feature Red Riding Hood!Reader fucking Sanemi in his full Wolf form.

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • knotting/mating • breeding • milking • Reader begs Sanemi to knock her up • possessive Sanemi • heat/discussions of heat

“Genya, fuck off,” Sanemi snarled, his arm tightening possessively around your waist.

You whipped your head toward the Huntsman, ready to give him the good verbal lashing he apparently needed, but the young boy smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, Aniki,” Genya rubbed the back of his neck. “I forgot.” 

“Don’t apologize,” you chastised the boy, gently. “It isn’t your fault your brother has lost all sense of decorum.” 

Genya flushed. “N-no, it’s not,” he stammered in agreement. “B-but you see — well, when a wolf takes a mate…”

The younger boy’s blush deepened to a near purple, his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s as he struggled to find the appropriate words.

Growling slightly under his breath, though more so in annoyance, Sanemi shifted himself behind you, pressing his hips against your backside. You felt his length, hard and throbbing against his breeches, as it dug sharply into your backside. 

Your mate’s silent explanation made your cheeks warm, and you wondered whether your blush matched Genya’s.  “Oh.” you managed to choke. 

Genya rocked awkwardly back on his feet. “I’ll come by later, Aniki,” he croaked. “Y/N,” he added, nodding at you though still unable to meet your eyes. 

The boy turned sharply on his heel, half-stumbling out of the small cottage in his haste to get away, proverbial tail tucked between his legs. 

The door had barely banged shut before Sanemi had you pressed up against the wall, hauling you up so that your legs had to wrap around his waist. 

“I shall explain in full later,” he promised, fingers ripping the cord out of your corset so he could yank it down along with your blouse, exposing your breasts. “But right now I need to claim.” 

“S-sure,” you stuttered, gasping as the Huntsman’s hot mouth closed around one of your mounds, his hands working to shove your skirts out of the way. One arm remained under your backside, keeping you propped up against the wall, as the other moved to shove his breeches just far enough down his hips to free his cock, already standing taut and ready to fill you. 

Sanemi did not warn you before plunging his rigid length deep into your walls, though you were surprised at how readily you took him, your cunt sucking him right in as though it too, had been waiting for him to remind you exactly whose mark you bore on your skin.

The Wolf nudged your head to the side with his nose so he could bury his face into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. With a low growl, his tongue flicked out and caressed the crescent-shaped mating mark at the juncture between your neck and shoulder before he nipped lightly at your skin. 

“Mine,” he snarled. “You’re mine.” 

Despite being pinned against the wall by his hips, you managed to spread your thighs wider, opening yourself up further to allow Sanemi to pound into you without restraint, but he pulled away. 

You cried out at the sudden, cold emptiness you felt as Sanemi pulled out of you, leaving your core wildly clenching around nothing. The Huntsman soothed you with hot kisses against your throat, his thumbs rubbing circles into your outer thighs as he pivoted you away from the wall. 

Sanemi crossed the small room easily, making quick work in removing you of your skirts and corset. Once the last of your attire had been discarded upon the floor, he tossed you onto the delightfully plush bed standing against the middle of the wall, his gaze locked on the way your breasts bounced as you settled. 

Eyes lifting back to meet yours, he wrapped one hand around the base of his engorged length and pumped, the other shoving the waistband of his breeches down his hips and legs until he could kick them off. 

“On your knees.”

With excitement fluttering in your stomach, you complied, rolling to your front and balancing your weight on your spread knees, holding your rear high up in the air.

You looked over your shoulder back at your mate, eyes too wide and too innocent as you wiggled your hips at him in invitation. 

Despite having only been intimate with him for a few days, you already had a good read on what made the Wolf tick. 

And the best way was this — to beg for more while offering yourself up in total submission.

He may have been the Wolf, but you held his leash; and you knew exactly how to pull it to get what you wanted. Right then, you wanted him to fuck and fill you until your brain went numb, and your lower belly bloated with him — just like it had in the cave den. 

“Beautiful,” Sanemi crouched behind you, breathing in the scent of your musk. You moaned loudly as the Wolf’s tongue flattened against your leaking folds and dragged up, gathering your pleasure into his mouth.

His hands ran down the backs of your thighs, nails dragging lightly along your skin. “As much as I love when you hold yourself up high for me, I think I want try something new.” He purred, running his hot mouth up your spine. “Do you think you can handle that, Lamb?” 

You ground your hips against the feathery bed, nodding furiously. “Yes, Wolf. I can take whatever it is you give me.” 

“Sweet little thing,” Sanemi praised, his hands easing you flat against his — your — bed. “You’re such a good Lamb, always eager to take care of her Wolf.”

“Her mate,” you corrected, moaning into the blanket. 

Sanemi’s hands smoothed up the inside of your thighs as he pushed your legs wider apart, guiding them into a wide “v” spread across the bed.

 “My apologies, Lamb,” his fingers wound in your hair and pulled your head back, the Huntsman leaning over top you to graze his lips against yours, your neck straining and your throat utterly exposed. “You take such good care of your mate.” 

Sanemi released the hold he had on your hair, allowing your head to fall forward against the blankets. 

You felt him press his engorged tip flush against your entrance, the two of you hissing at the friction sparked as his member met your waiting, sensitive flesh. He nudged forward slightly, just past that first ring of tight muscle before stilling so he could get himself into position. 

Your legs were spread wide, but Sanemi stretched his even further, placing one knee on either side of yours where they laid flat against the bed. One muscled arm wound around your front, resting across your collarbone until his hand could grip your shoulder and the other went to wrap around your middle, his fingers digging slightly into the sensitive skin of your waist.

His torso was pressed flush against your back, every hard groove of his muscles pressing into each sensitive spot along your spine. With his teeth against your ear, Sanemi then allowed his body to relax, his weight pushing his cock in and in until the base of his groin was flat against the soft curve of your backside. 

“It is my duty as your Mate to make sure  I fill you up with pups,” his breath was hot against your ear and it made you shiver, the tremors cascading down your body going right to where you were joined, making the Wolf at your back rumble. 

“And that is a duty I take very seriously, little Lamb.”

“This position,” he grunted, rolling harder into you for emphasis. “Is said to ensure my seed takes in your womb.”

You moaned as Sanemi began to roll steadily into you, his cock so heavy and thick, you thought you could feel him in your chest. “Without your knot?” 

Sanemi laughed quietly, the darkness of the sound making you even wetter between your legs. “I don’t need my knot to fuck you full of my pups, Lamb.” He gave deep push of his hips, his cock prodding the spot inside you that made your toes curl and your mind blank. “I can fulfill that duty any time I want.”

Sanemi groaned, loudly. “But feel.”

He rolled his cock even harder and faster into you, and between the sticky taps of his heavy, full balls against your clit, you could feel the tell-tale shape of that hardened gland beginning to swell at Sanemi’s base. 

You gasped. “B-but — oh — I thought!” You choked off with another breathy sigh as the force of Sanemi’s movements made your body buck hard into the bed, the slightly stiff fabric of the quilts chafing against your peaked nipples and giving you much needed stimulation. 

Sanemi’s breath was ragged, little snarls and growls tearing from his throat in time with his deep thrusts. “Apparently my heat is not over,” he said thickly, arms tightening around you. “Not until I’ve bred you full.”

Your eyes rolled back at the term “bred.” Once upon a time, you would have balked at the idea of being treated as little more than breeding stock; you would have rebelled against it, fought it tooth and nail, even if it meant spending your life alone.

But the Wolf promising to fuck his own litter into you was different; he was your mate. You’d claimed him as much as he’d claimed you. 

And you loved him. 

And with that truth echoing in your mind, you lifted your face from where you’d buried it into the blankets. 

“Do it, Wolf — breed me!” You cried, hand flying behind you to tangle in his hair, desperate to find purchase in anything that could tether you to reality the faster your mate brought you closer to heaven. “Give me your children — your pups!“ 

A cross between a growl and a groan tore free from Sanemi’s throat, his arms almost painfully tight around you as his hips rolled faster and harder against you, his balls slapping lewdly against your soaked cunt. 

Your thighs burned as Sanemi’s weight spread them even further apart as he bore down hard against your back. The fat of your ass jiggled with every lurid, deep roll of his hips, his pace increasing as his climax drew closer. 

You thought back to the night you’d spent in the cave den; how it felt to feel him unload rope after rope of his hot, thick seed deep into your womb, so much so that it couldn’t help but drip down your thighs.

You needed it; more than anything, you needed to feel his claim over you, hot and sweet and him. 

“Sanemi, please!” You thought you might die if he didn’t fill you up, if he didn’t push that aching knot inside you to lock his hot, rich seed deep within your womb. 

You felt his teeth sink into the side of your neck, his responding growl deep and vicious. 

Your cunt seized around him with a force that made you scream as you approached the precipice of your release. “My love — please!” 

Sanemi’s eyes flew open as the words my love left your mouth, and with a snarl, he pressed you deeper against the mattress, fucking into you so hard, your breath choked out in broken, strangled gasps.

Two sharp, bruising thrusts later and the Huntsman erupted. 

With a roar, Sanemi shoved his cock as deep as it could go, the hardened member pulsing as you felt the first rush of his pleasure begin to fill you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head and your walls clenched down, keeping him still as your own climax slammed into you with dizzying force. Some choked, broken sound stuttered its way out of your throat, the corners of your mouth turning up in pleasured delirium, satisfied to finally be given what you’d so desperately begged for. 

Still lost in the rolling waves of your euphoria, you felt the hard lump of Sanemi’s knot push against your entrance. Your cunt resisted at first, too busy gripping Sanemi’s twitching length like a vice, but he persisted. With a grunt, Sanemi nudged the knot in and sighed as your walls finally gave way, allowing him to lock his cock — and the seed still spilling from him — deep inside you. 

Your hand blindly felt behind you for him, patting its way to his hip. Weakly, you pulled him harder against you, as though every ounce of his weight was not already seared into your skin as he pressed you deeper into the mattress. 

It still wasn’t close enough; you didn’t think it ever would be. 

The heavy, ragged sounds of your mutual breathing was interrupted only by the occasional soft moan from the wolf behind you as his seed continued to fill you. Eventually, your thighs began to tremble from the strain of having been spread wide, but the way Sanemi was positioned over you, knees on either side of yours, his shins pressed against the back of your calves, kept you from being able to close them. 

You whimpered into the bed, legs vibrating from the strain. 

“I know, sweetling,” Sanemi said roughly. “Just hold on a little longer.” 

A low whine escaped from your throat. “Sanemi — I can’t-“

The Wolf rolled his hips against your backside and you squealed at the slight burn of his knot tugging against your walls.

“Yes you can, Lamb,” his head dipped into the crook of your shoulder to pepper the side of your neck with wet kisses. “You can take it. You’re my mate — my girl.” 

His praise sent a flurry of butterflies rippling through your stomach and made the walls of your spent cunt flutter and clench around his aching length once more.

“Fuck,” Sanemi groaned against your skin, dragging his tongue over the back of your neck before nipping at you. “Fuck, don’t do that Lamb — not unless you want me to keep going.”

Your hips involuntarily twitched as your muscles tightened around him once more. “I can’t — ngh — help it,” you couldn’t stop the whine in your tone, but nor could you be embarrassed by it. “F-feels too good.”

Your muscles continued to spasm around the Wolf’s pulsating length, and the coil in your gut built fast.

“Y/N—“ came Sanemi’s warning growl, but it was too late.

“I-I’m!” It was all you could choke out at your cunt seized around him like a vice. Your scream of pleasure was muffled by the blanket you sucked into your mouth to quiet yourself. Your third climax of the night rocked through you with earth-shattering strength, and a gush of fluid surged forth from between your legs, soaking your groin and the bed below you. 

Behind you, Sanemi whimpered, the sound strangled and uncharacteristically high. Whether it was intentional or purely reflexive, Sanemi began canting his hips against your rear, his dwindling knot still causing your muscles to stretch and pull. 

Your muscles continued to clench and flutter around Sanemi’s length, causing you to reach yet another climax before you were hissing at the over-sensitivity between your legs. After a long while, the knot locking Sanemi within your molten heat finally eased, and the Huntsman withdrew, exhaling through clenched teeth.

The weight at your back disappeared, and you fell into the mattress, your limbs unable to hold you upright any longer. 

For a moment, there was no sound but your mutual ragged panting, as both of you sought to catch your breath. Before long, a warm, calloused hand gripped your hip and gingerly flipped you over. 

“You,” Sanemi accused shakily, though any threat in his tone was undercut by the softness of his expression. “You are an utter menace, Lamb.”

[leviathans-watching]

seeing you shirtless pt 2

includes: levi, satan, diavolo, solomon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns/body type mentioned/described)

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: this is for @high-tech-heathen, who wanted satan's reaction! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!

warnings: minorly suggestive (thirsty chars)

➳ levi blushes wildly, looking everywhere but at you. he manages to not mention it, stuttering and struggling through his question as his cheeks grow redder and redder. he can barely think. the person he likes–the only 3D person he likes!–is standing in front of him like something out of a–no, nevermind, he’s not going there–and he just doesn’t know what to do! unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, for him, you pick up on his nerves and decide to make it your mission to tease him more. as you grow closer, levi wonders if he’s going to go to an early grave.

➳ satan raises his eyebrows, shutting his book softly. “is it hot in here?” he asks innocently, and you nod. he nods too, drinking you in as you go back to your own tasks, unaware of his gaze, and wonders what the merits of stealing you away all for himself would be. probably more trouble than it’s worth, he decides, then immediately takes back that decision when you finally notice him staring and give him a warm smile, cocking your head inquisitively.

➳ diavolo wastes no time, stripping out of his own shirt. you laugh at his antics while he flexes overtly, making sure to show off all of his good angles as he reaches over to help you. you don’t need the help, but that’s not going to stop him, especially when it allows him to lean in close, starting deep into your eyes. you continue to laugh, but he’s not oblivious to the hitching in your breath, the way your eyes track the ripples in his muscles, and pride swells inside his chest as he ‘accidentally’ brushes his hand across your arm, making your cheeks heat.

➳ solomon is at full attention, swallowing hard as you move around the room. he can only be grateful that you’re with him, and not the demon brothers, as there’s no doubt that they’d swallow you up. not that he’s planning to do any different, but hey, at least now he’s got the first chance before they can swoop in and steal you away like they always manage to. but unfortunately for him, you’re oblivious to his attention, and carry right on with your chores, leaving the room before he has a chance to enact any of his plans.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[enwrites]

Cloud Nine (p.sh)

parings: brother’s bff!sunghoon x afab!reader

warning: 18+ MDNI !! not proofread (sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: smut, e2l, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, sunghoon is a creep kinda, brother’s best friend trope, spit play, oral (male receiving), pillow riding, degradation, size kink, strength play, choking, breeding, spanking, sunghoon is pretty mean to reader, one year age gap, jay is your brother (lmk if anything was missed!)

synopsis: You and Sunghoon have never gotten along. Ever. Constant bickering and fights to the point your brother is fed up as well. What no one knew was how badly you wanted Sunghoon spewing those same words to your face in your bed. What happens when he sees something he shouldn’t have seen?

wc: 3.6k words

a/n: hi hi !! this is my first ever fic on here !! pls let me know how this was and im happy to receive any feedback <3 a hee fic is currently in the works, i just had sunghoon brain rot so i needed to let this one out LOL (update: part two coming soon ;))

[ masterlist ] [ part 2 ]

From as long as you remember, you have always hated your brother’s best friend— Park Sunghoon. Nothing about him amused you and you especially hated the way he always seems to be at your house every weekend. You couldn’t escape him. From his annoying laugh to his stupid ego, you hated everything.

But you couldn’t help but be so attracted to him. Yes, he was annoying but man was he just everything in a package. Tall and gorgeous… not to mention his insanely fit body. You couldn’t help but wonder how big he’d be, hovering over your small frame. But everything disappears in an instant the moment you hear loud knocks on your door. 

“Y/n can you get that! It’s Sunghoon!” your brother Jay yells at you from the kitchen. The knocks persist as you stay put, pretending to ignore your older brother as it was his friend anyways. Why should you open the door for a monster? “Y/n please, I’ll make you something to eat too,” your brother begs you. With a loud groan you mutter a “fine” and drag yourself off the couch, heading to the door to open it. Before he could loudly bang on the door once more, you pull the door open. He looks at you with a disgusted face. 

“Ugh, did not wanna see your face at the door,” he spits, walking past you making sure to bump your shoulder with his. You slam the door shut giving an annoyed smile back at him.

“If you had forgotten, this has been my house forever, you’re lucky I even open the door for heathens like you,” you spit back, your voice laced with venom. He squints his eyes at you, sticking his tongue out as he makes his way towards the kitchen. “Jay, can you tell your annoying little sister to shut the hell up for once oh my god,” Sunghoon complained to Jay as he walked into the Kitchen.

“How about you both shut the hell up,” Jay annoyedly said rolling his eyes as he put the pizza he’s been working on in the oven. He was never fond of the both of you constantly barking at one another. He thought maybe he was insane for thinking he felt some sort of tension between the two of you. He loved you both but seriously wished he could sew both of your mouths together whenever he felt like it. 

“HE STARTED IT!” You yelled in protest. You crossed your arms as you stood at the kitchen doorway, Sunghoon sticking his tongue out at you once again before turning to Jay. 

“I don’t care who started it, can you both just give me a single day of peace!” Jay exclaims letting out a sigh. A migraine was surely going to form sooner or later for him. Before you both can protest, he ushers the both of you out so that he can finish making the pizzas with some sanity left. You both grumpily make your way to the couch and sit on opposite ends. To your surprise, at least your favorite show was playing when you got back to your seat on the couch. 

“This show is so stupid, I’m changing it,” Sunghoon says as he reaches for the remote on the coffee table. Before he could get it, you immediately jumped up and grabbed the remote first.

“NO. This is my favorite show and my house, I’m not letting you change anything,” you loudly said to him. But he wasn’t going to let you go easily. 

“I don’t give a flying fuck if this is your favorite show or not, I wanna watch something else,” He spits back. With that, he lunges at you towards the remote. You hurriedly crawl back to where you were, making sure he couldn’t take the remote away from you. 

“Sunghoon stop it,” You struggled to let out as he was enclosing you on the couch. Your breath starts to hitch the closer he gets to you. You could feel him breathing on you. He pins you beneath him, his arms longer than yours as he reaches for the remote you try to hold behind your head. Sunghoon didn’t realize how compromising of a position you both were in until he finally reached for the remote in your hands and looked down at you.

There you were, under him, staring back at him with your doe eyes, crop top hiked up just a bit to where your bra was showing. He didn’t realize how short your shorts really were until now. Eying you up and down, he licks his lips. His thoughts were interrupted with you trying to get him off of you. You have come to your senses and realized how turned on he had just made you, immediately trying to push him off. He just pins your arms down more, inching closer to your ear.

“Stupid girls like you don’t deserve to do things they wanna do,” he whispers. His hot breath sends tingles down your body and you swear you get a little wetter. You try to push him off once more but he doesn’t budge. “Are you going to apologize to me for being so annoying now?” he asks. He looks at you, finding it amusing the way you’re struggling under him right now. He can’t help but think how you’d look naked under him. Sunghoon has always had a thing for you.

“Apologize for what? For your mother raising a dickface, that's you?” you bite back, rolling your eyes at him. Before he could say anything, Jay yells from

in the kitchen the pizzas are done. Sunghoon loosens his grip which gives you the perfect opportunity to push him down and onto the floor, scurrying your way towards your brother. Sunghoon gets up shaking his head… this wasn’t over for him.

Hours passed since your little altercation with Sunghoon earlier in the living room. You couldn’t get him out of your head. Your mind was racing and it didn’t help that he wore his stupid gray sweatpants once again. Thinking about the way he pinned you down and whispered in your ear was enough to get you excited again. With that, you take your shorts and crop top off, leaving you in just your lace undergarments underneath. You just so happened to put on a white matching set— Sunghoon’s favorite color.

To the thought of Sunghoon, you lean back down onto your bed and start to rub small circles on your panty covered clit. It’s embarrassing how wet you already were just thinking about him. You rub just a bit more, sliding your fingers up and down your pussy, feeling the wetness that pooled down there. But this wasn’t enough. You were so desperate and in need of something to satisfy you. You sit up, grabbing the second pillow beside you, putting it beneath you. 

Folding it just a bit, you straddle it. Slowly grinding down onto the pillow under you, imagining yourself riding Sunghoon. You hump the pillow in desperation, trying to get off. You grind and grind, wishing Sunghoon’s cock filled you up instead. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jay had fallen asleep to the movie he and Sunghoon were watching. Realizing that his friend was asleep, he decided to make his way to find you, just to mess with you again. He always found it so cute how annoyed you’d get to his teasing. But today was different, he wanted more. If it weren’t for Jay, he swears he would’ve taken you on the couch right there and then. Making his way down the long hall towards your room, he notices a faint light coming from the small crack of your door. He carefully steps closer and to his surprise, the sight before him was nothing he ever expected to see in a million years.

There you were, on your bed, wearing nothing but a skimpy lace lingerie set, grinding down on a pillow so desperately. He watches you, making sure he stays as quiet as possible to not get caught. There you were, humping a pillow, your hips grinding over and over, letting out the cutest sounds he has ever heard. Did you know your door was a bit cracked? Who cares, he was enjoying the view. 

Sunghoon palms himself as he watches you, not wanting to even blink in fear of missing the show. He just couldn’t believe this was happening. Before the realization of him being a creep watching you pleasure yourself through the crack of your door, that’s when he hears it. You had moaned his name. His dick twitched in his pants, painfully hard and needing to be released.

“S-Sunghoon, you feel so good,” you moaned, increasing your speed on the pillow. He swore he was gonna explode right then and there. He had to have you. But he knew he had to punish you as well. He pushes the door open even more and to his surprise you hadn’t noticed yet. Hell, you haven’t even noticed the fact that he closed the door before him as well.

Loss in your trance, Sunghoon watched you just for a bit before making his move. He clears his throat to get your attention. Startled, you urgently grabbed your blanket to cover yourself, shocked to see Sunghoon in your room. There he looked at you with a smug smile painted on his face.

You swore you saw evil behind those eyes.

“Oh don’t stop now, I was enjoying my show,” he pouts, walking closer to you, standing in front of your bed. “Go on, I’m here now, isn’t that what you wanted?” he asked in a cheeky tone. Your face was red and embarrassment washed over you. You wanted to run away. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I’m not gonna tell you again, go on, continue what you were doing,” he demanded, pulling your blanket off of you. You were at a loss for words. But something in you gave into him. You start to straddle the pillow again, grinding your pussy against it. Embarrassed, you tilt your head down, trying to avoid any eye contact. You can’t help but get so turned on as he watches you. You hump your pillow desperately letting out whines and moans, trying your best to not be too loud.

“Hoonie~,” You moaned loudly, humping your pillow as you grew wetter. You felt so dirty. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. You felt like you were on cloud nine and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

Sunghoon smirks, he takes in the scene in front of him, he couldn’t take it anymore and slips his pants down, freeing his hard on. He starts to slowly stroke, watching you as you pleasure yourself. His tip was red and angry, leaking a bit of precum already. He wanted to see more of you. 

“Take your bra off,” he demands. You look up at him, shocked to see him pleasuring himself. The sight of his cock making your mouth water. He was huge. No way you can fit that in you, you don’t even think it’ll fit in your mouth. Nevertheless, you obliged and took your bra off, your boobs slowly falling out of the cups. Embarrassed, you try to cover yourself again. He takes his pants and boxers off right away, signaling for you to get closer to him. He needed to feel your mouth on him. 

“As much as I love to see you getting yourself off, I need your pretty little mouth on my cock right now,” he said, sitting down on the bed beside you. He pushes you off the bed and onto your knees right in front of him. Watching you carefully, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your face against his cock. 

“Open wide,” he instructs, hand still in your hair. You reach your hand up to his shaft, opening your mouth to finally get a taste of him. His tip was already leaking. You put his tip in your mouth. He lets out low groans, guiding you as he grips onto your hair even more. As you expected, he definitely could not fit into your mouth. So using your hand that was on his shaft, you start to stroke him as you suck him off. Getting lost in the pleaser, he needed to be down your throat and that he was gonna do. 

“Hands behind your back now,” he firmly said, the tone of his voice catching you off guard but you obliged, your panties getting stickier as the seconds passed. You put your hands behind your back and he starts to buck his hips, his tip reaching further and further down your throat. The sound of him groaning fills the room immediately. You just prayed to the lord your brother was sound asleep. 

With his dick down your throat, you can’t help but feel so turned on. This was dirty, you’ve never deepthroat a dick in your life. Well dicks as big as Sunghoon’s. He watches you, making sure to keep eye contact.

“I’ve always known you were a little whore, but letting me fuck your little mouth while your brother’s asleep down the hall?” he grunts out, slamming his cock in and out of your mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking in the pleasure. He felt as if he was in a dream. Your eyes teary as all you can let out are moans against his dick. Being too turned on, you snaked your hand from behind your back and into your panties. You attempt to rub your clit as he fucks into your mouth. Now it was your turn to close your eyes from the intense pleasure. Your moans intensify, catching Sunghoon’s attention.

There he saw you, touching yourself. As much as he enjoyed watching you get off, never did he allow you to pleasure yourself as you were pleasuring him. He forcefully tugs you by your hair and off his cock, shaking his head at you as if he was disappointed. You take this time to catch your breath, puzzled at why he suddenly stopped. He then pulls you up by your hair, making sure you were eye level with him. He takes his other hand and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks to make sure you were looking right into his eyes. Chills ran through your body.

“Did I say you can touch yourself?” he quietly asks, you can feel his breath on your face. You shake your head, looking pitiful in his eyes. “Did I say you can touch yourself?” he repeats, that venomous tone coming back to his voice. You were nervous. 

“N-No…,” you shakily said. Your breathing intensifies. Sunghoon lets out an almost evil laugh. “I guess this little slut needs a punishment.” 

With that, he tosses you onto the bed. With your backside up, he drags your body to the edge. Standing right behind you, your legs hanging off, he starts to caress your cheeks. Taking in the beauty of your backside, it took everything in him to not take you right there and then. 

“Take your panties off,” he demands. You angle your butt up just a bit and reach behind you, slowly pulling them down, making sure he sees everything. He was watching you as if you were his prey and he was about to get ready to feast on a meal. The glistening sheen of your arousal stares back at him as you fully remove your panties. He couldn’t wait to have you. He makes his way closer to you, one hand on your ass and the other sliding up and down your folds. You were soaking, practically dripping down your legs.

“Please… touch me Hoonie…,” you softly spoke, the lack of physical action killing you on the inside. Still painfully hard and turned on, he swore he was going to explode right there, hearing your soft voice begging for him to touch you. Before you could speak up again, he spanks you. Caught off guard, you let out a yelp, the action turning you on even more. And then again, a spank lands onto your cheeks. His other hand’s still feeling your wetness, teasing you in an agonizing way. “I wanna hear you beg.”

You shiver a bit as his voice drops even lower than before. You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you in the first place. Feeling a sense of pride wash over, you were getting a bit fed up and were about to protest until yet another slap landed onto your cheek. This time harder than the previous two. 

“I said– beg,” he leaned down and whispered in your ear. You gulp, feeling trapped beneath him. 

“Hoonie please… need you so bad,” every sense of pride and dignity was thrown out the window as you let those words out of your mouth. “Sorry I can’t hear you. What did you say?” he snickers back, egging you on. With one hand now on your waist and the other rubbing his tip up and down your slick folds, he needed to hear you say it one more time. Too horny to even fight back, you crumbled beneath him, just wanting his cock in you as soon as possible. 

“Sunghoon please fuck me already, I need your cock in me right now!” you loudly said, he leans back down and into your ear he whispers a “good girl.” He pushes his tip into you, already feeling like your pussy was sucking him in. You both let out a moan. He felt so big in you and it was just the tip. 

“S-So… big …,” you muttered. He chuckles. “It’s just the tip baby, can’t handle my cock already?” he presses. You shake your head letting out a tiny squeal and he enters you even more. Fully into you, you felt as if you were being stretched out to the max, no way could you handle this. Yet your pussy was craving more.

Sunghoon couldn't handle it, without giving you any proper time to adjust, he starts stroking into you. Grabbing onto your waist with both of his hands, he fucks you hard on the edge of the bed. Seeing your small frame beneath him and the way your body was just engulfed by his hands, he gets even more turned on.

“So fucking tight Y/n, so fucking wet and all for me– is that right doll?” he grunts out as he slams his cock into you, trying his hardest not to cum. But your cute little moans were making it so hard for him, he felt so lost in the pleasure. 

“Y-Yes all y-yours Hoonie~,” you moan loudly, not a single worry in your body. Just you and Sunghoon. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to see your face. In a swift second, Sunghoon flips you over, still standing at the edge of the bed, he puts your legs over his shoulders as he pumps deeper into you. Fucking you into your bed, he leans down, grabbing your face he pulls you into a heated kiss. Your lips mesh together like they’ve been dying for this moment all their lives. He reaches down to your neck, giving it a small squeeze, startled, you open your mouth which gives him access to stick his tongue. Your tongues dance with one other, Sunghoon starting to feel drunk off of you. After what felt like forever, he pulls back, hand on your jaw, holding your mouth open. He spits in it. You let out a loud whiny moan, feeling more aroused than ever before in your life. You instantly swallow, making him lose his mind. 

“You’re such a filthy little slut, swallowing my spit, letting me fuck you like this, is this what you wanted– huh?” He speaks to you, all you could get out were little yelps of “yes.” With your arms snaked around his neck, he pushes your legs off from his shoulders, shocking you he lifts you up off the bed and starts to pound into you harder and harder. You knew Sunghoon was fit but you didn’t know he was that fit. Taking you by surprise with this new angle, he holds you up as he fucks you hard, his pace increasing. You start to feel a knot in your stomach form, getting so close to your climax. Your pussy clenching around him, so tight and pulsating, he knew he was getting close as well. Room filled entirely of moans, skin slapping, and the smell of sex, you needed him to fill you up.

Before you knew it, with one hard pump, you screamed, cumming all over his cock. Overstimulated, he sets you back down onto the bed, helping you ride out your orgasm as he was soon to reach his. The feeling of your wetness and your cum all mixed into one was enough for him to unload right into you. With a few more strokes, he releases, holding onto your body as he rides out his own climax, pumping his seed into you. You felt so full and exhausted. He carefully pulls out, watching as his cum spills out from your pussy. It was a sight he never wanted to forget. He quickly grabs his phone to capture the moment, fingering his load that was spilling out of you back into your hole. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling a bit embarrassed. Sunghoon lays beside you, as he trails kisses along your neck. 

“Fuck– you’re all mine,” he said against your neck. Before any realization could hit the both of you as to what you guys just did with one another, the distinct sound of buzzing came from both of your phones. Your faces went pale.

*Jay added Y/n and Sunghoon to a group.*

Jay: You guys are fucking disgusting.

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[puckinghischier]

just a random post with a string of nonsense thoughts about the hughes brothers and how bad i want to be a part of that family

like, not even having to marry into it kinda way, but maybe being best friends with one of the boys and just assimilating into their routines?

i mean, imagine being jack’s bestie and always being over at their house or driving him to hockey practice or tagging along to games and it’s always just assumed you’re staying for dinner after giving him a ride home from practice. Or it’s always assumed when they go to the lake on weekends you’re going to be there too

and don’t even get me started on how luke and quinn basically treat you like a sister since you’re attached to jack’s hip and act just like him. the arguments you’d have with luke about who gets to choose what’s on tv, then quinn eventually vetos any kind of compromise between the two of you because he’s the oldest so his choice “means more than both of yours combined”

also thinking about when the guys want to go play golf but you show up at their house to hang out with them, so they have you tag along and drive the golf cart, resulting in everyone getting kicked off of the golf course because you were caught by the cart girl for having two grown men hanging off of the back of your golf cart re-enacting king of the world from titanic as you make your way to the green.

or when you go on a date with a guy your friend set you up with, all three of them sneak around and tag along in ridiculous “disguises” with fake wigs and mustaches to make sure he’s not a dick or a serial killer. and when you catch them, seeing a glimpse of luke’s curly hair from a few booths down, you walk over to confront them and threaten to call ellen because you know that’s the only threat that scares them, watching them scurry off with glares on their faces, mumbling how they just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a dick.

then weeks later, when the same guy ghosts you and you see him with another girl, the only place you want to go is the hughes house, so you show up unannounced, quinn watching you walk into the kitchen (you have a key so you just let yourself in) with tear stained cheeks and he immediately goes angry big brother mode, insisting you tell him where the asshole lives so he can go rough him up a bit. jack comes downstairs to see what all the commotion is, and once he hears what happened he takes over quinn’s role as shoulder to cry on, quinn already setting everything up for a movie night and telling luke he needs to go out and get your favorite snacks.

when ellen and jim come home that night to a dark house and a blanket mound in the middle of their living room floor, they see you asleep cuddled in-between jack and quinn, with luke laying at everyone’s feet, and they smile and turn the tv off, happy that all of their kiddos are safe under one roof tonight.

and the next morning, when you all wake up to ellen cooking a huge breakfast, knowing her boys wake up like starved animals, she pulls you aside to make sure you’re okay, her heart swelling when you look over at the three heathen’s absolutely demolishing their plates of breakfast, and tell her you’ve never been better.

don’t even get me started on holidays. you have to split time between your own family and the hughes residence like you’re a child of divorce because you’ve been involved in all of their holiday traditions since you could remember. you help them decorate their tree, you help ellen wrap presents, you help jim set up all of their yard decorations, you have annual ginger bread house decorating competitions with each of the boys, and your favorite, helping the boys surprise ellen with a huge gift each year.

or when you attend all of their big games, from their team usa juniors games, to quinn and luke’s games at michigan, to each brother’s first pro game. you and ellen always have matching, personalized jersey’s for the occasion, wanting every to know who you’re there to support.

also thinking about flying out and being there for each of them when they go through their first big struggle with homesickness and missing their family, wanting to be there for them like they’ve been there for you over the years. and sending them each care packages each month with goodies from home and handmade gifts from whatever craft you’ve taken up that month (the crochet phase produced some very oddly shaped socks)

and when you decide you can’t stand not living near your favorite set of brothers, you move be closer to the youngest two, hating that you likely won’t be able to live in a place close to all three of them again. but quinn petitioned for partial custody (his exact words to jack) so the spare bedroom at his apartment in vancouver is now yours and he insists on paying for you to fly out to his place every other month, no matter how much you protest that you can buy your own plane tickets.

you know they all have countdowns to lake time each summer on their phones, too. quinn sending updates in the groupchat every day, then starting over the day everyone returns home from the summer festivities.

but overall, i’m just thinking about how fun i know it would be, and how anyone in that family will be surrounded by so much kindness and love.

anyways there’s my nonsense, random, run-on string of thoughts for the day.

[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.14

A/n: Apologies for how long this part has taken to get to you and that it is short but being an adult has got a bit in the way of writing! Unfortunately I've no guarantees of how often I will be updating the story but know that I haven't forgotten about it and thanks to all of you still around for it.

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

Previous part - On indefinite hiatus

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The next morning, y/n was sat at the table in the bunkhouse, bowl of cereal in front of her as she watched Colby mix himself some smoothie concoction she didn’t understand.  The rest of the hands sat around the table with her making quiet conversation as they all began to liven up in preparation for the day.

“Surprised we didn’t hear anything from you lovebirds last night,” teased Jake who was met with a glare.

Y/n pointed her spoon threateningly at him, “just because I’ve spent the last 8 years in the company of you heathens doesn’t mean I don’t still have some class.”

“Is that so?” He questioned.

She nodded, “that and if I wanted to do that I have a much bigger bed in the house not surrounded by snoring ranch hands.”

“I can confirm it’s comfy as fuck and y’all should be jealous,” Ryan added smugly.

Y/n pulled a face at him, “please never suggest that these… boys… should ever be jealous of you being in bed with me.”

“I second that,” Lloyd voiced from his position next to the coffee machine, “I can only threaten one of you at a time.”

She rolled her eyes, “between you, Rip and my brothers it’s no wonder I waited so long for him to make a move.”

“Lloyd was the first one to threaten me,” Ryan admitted.

Y/n’s eyes widened, “old man I didn’t know you had it in you.  I’m impressed.”

Conversation faded out as the door to the bunkhouse opened and Rip came in to start their day.  His gaze fell on where Ryan’s arm rested on the back of y/n’s chair.  She stood up quickly, making an excuse about wanting to work one of the colts before Travis arrived later that morning.  Rip chose to comment on the fact that she’d already told him the young horses were having the day off.  

He caught her by the arm as she went to leave, “we’ll talk about this later.”

-/-/-

After finishing the morning work in the barn, y/n led Comanche out to where Jake was watching Jimmy tack his horse up.

“Thought you weren’t coming out to the herd today?” He asked upon seeing that the gelding was tacked up.

She nodded and passed the reins across, “Dad wants me to run an eye over Travis’ prospects and seeing how Dandy is off and I don’t think either of us are comfortable with the starters going out yet I figured you could run him for me today.  Besides he could do with being ridden by someone else once in a while.”

“I’ll look after him for ya,” Jake assured taking the reins, “pick us a good one.”

Y/n laughed, “if Jamie has anything to say about it we won’t be getting anything.” 

With the rest of the hands mounted up, y/n watched them ride out then turned to find a way to avoid Rip for as long as possible.  Her solution was the stall Dandy was chilling in for a few days whilst the stone bruise in her hoof healed.  Swinging by the tack room for her grooming bag, y/n spent the next hour giving the dappled mare a head-to-toe pamper.

After a while, she was pulled out of her routine by the sound of trucks coming down the drive followed by a truck horn.  Y/n groaned, knowing that Travis had just announced his arrival to the ranch meaning that Rip, Jamie and her dad would be expecting her outside shortly.  Patting the mare’s neck, she collected her stuff and exited the barn.

Standing in the driveway outside the barn, leaning against his truck watching his prospects being unloaded from the trailer, was Travis Wheately.  During her time on the circuit nearly a decade ago, y/n had become familiar with the horse trainer, although perhaps not as close as he had wanted them to be.

“Looking as gorgeous as ever y/n,” he greeted her.

She rolled her eyes, “it hasn’t worked for 10 years.  I don’t know why you still try.”

“It’s in my blood darlin’” Travis joked, “your dad around yet?”

Y/n shook her head, “he’ll be down shortly with Jamie who’ll no doubt spoil all my fun.”

“You know if you ever want to try your hand as a reiner, just say the word and I’ll make something happen.”

She smiled at him, “you know one of these days if the ranch ever doesn’t need me I might just take you up on that offer but I’m quite happy where I am right now.”

“Your talent is wasted being a ranch hand,” Travis responded, “least you can do is talk your dad into making good choices.”

Y/n laughed, “if it were up to me this wouldn’t even be a conversation.  We’d get a good one to prove but unfortunately Jamie has to be involved.  And apparently he thinks he knows best when it comes to this.  God knows the last time he worked a horse.”

“Maybe between you and Rip you’ll win out,” he offered.

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@child-of-of-the-sunshine @kendallroydefender @qardasngan @thecobraghost @little-diable @hawkeyetrained @pkawaiidesu5394 @fanboysfangirl

[vanilleandclove]

the meadow in which you lay | 6

ser erryk cargyll x arryn!reader | chapter six: a raven disguised as a crow

Upon reaching Dragonstone, the ideals of allowing your love to pursue his oath unabashedly and correctly ring through your head, only problem is, he is unabashedly and correctly understanding the means of loving you whilst being sworn into an oath.

word count: 1.5k | warnings: me when the reader is avoidantly attached like every man i have once encountered, LUCERYS, tooth-rotting love confessions. | a/n: currently listening to thoroughfare by ethel cain, this part is going to be angsty i fear.

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Erryk and yourself had reached Dragonstone come the set of the next sun, seeing flames in the distant, you felt a lump in your throat as you both approached the scene. As three, now Queensguard, drew their swords at the sight of Ser Erryk as another announced your name and title. You found yourself holding Erryk, lacing your arm within his.

"I mean no harm brothers" Erryk told the guards, Daemon signaling them to rest their position as Erryk took the Crown of Jaehaerys I and Viserys I. Erryk kneeled, swearing fealty and his life to your dear cousin, her eyes filled with shock before they caught yours, the look of love it was.

"I swear to ward the Queen with all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor" Erryk swore as Daemon took the crown from his hands, crowning your cousin before kneeling. Soon after, you all kneeled, besides Rhaenys who just gave your cousin a nod of both pride and honor.

After which, Erryk found himself walking to you, resting his forehead on yours "I am sworn to a Queen now" he whispered, you nodded as there were no words to say, his hand found itself on your waist. You bit your lip lightly, forbidding yourself from letting your emotions be on display.

"You- We must go" you whispered back, choosing to bite your tongue rather than tell him how much you love him, you too, would give your blood for his. You removed yourself from the hold of his, finding your now Queen of a cousin to hug her, she had a stillbirth and was crowned within the next turn of the night.

"Any secret would you like to share?" Rhaenyra joked to ease the mood, you looked at her somberly, "There are men in the Kingsguard whom are oathbreakers and heathens. He is not one of them, no matter the vow of chastity".

"There is a war to be fought over the succession, I fear his blood being in me more than it is defending you may cause some feats we can prevent" you told your cousin before giving her a warm hug.

Towards the end of the sunset, you had not spoken a word to Erryk, simply walking side to side with your cousin, even in the war room. You chose to remain distant, it was the easiest way for you, but you knew it was cruel to Erryk. Near the end of planning and Daemon's outburst, your cousin dismissed all of you. You quickly made your way to your set chambers in Dragonstone.

Your peace interrupted by a knock on your door, opening the door to be met with Erryk, hair completely down and armor retired into sleeping attire. You opened the door wider to invite him in, not speaking a singular word.

"I was raised in the Crownlands" Erryk started, fidgeting with his fingers lightly, "I was knighted into the Kingsguard alongside my brother when we were just eight and ten. By then, I was privileged to be infatuated with this Lady of the Vale. At times, I regretted the decision of my oath seeing that I would potentially have to see her marry a higher lord, siring his children, and live a life that I was not in. Extremely selfish, I loved this Lady to the extremes that it did not matter what oaths I took or swore" Erryk confessed, your lips parted from the confession. "Tell me you do not love me and I will forget everything we shar-".

"I love you Erryk" you shook your head, "You are the only man I have ever loved and found myself waiting for; I cannot let you go, ever". You walked away from the knight, going to your vanity, "There is a war to be fought, blood to be spilled, I cannot fully love you the way I am able to under these conditions".

"Come the end of the war then," Erryk told you optimistically, "I will marry you". You smiled at the promise of certainty, you looked into the knight's eyes once more, eyes reminiscent of the ocean. "I should go to my quarters; we both have long duties to be served".

You nodded in agreement before Erryk left your quarters. There was an exaggerated feeling of anxiety in the air, the unsettling pit in your stomach led that feeling to increase by tenfold. Taking a breather to look outside your chamber's windows, wondering if there was a reason. You seemingly shut out all the worries that clouded your mind in order get rest, must the gods punish you like this? Without reason?

Come morning, the anxiety diminished, as you entered the war room, you took place next to Erryk. His hand found a place on the small of your back before his fingers brushed through your hair, he admired the color and how it flowed, he loved the feeling, even with his gloved hand.

"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm" Erryk shouted as your cousin made her way into her war room before her people.

As the lords planned out the war, spitting out ideas that quickly faltered, your cousin being the only one whom held restraint, Daemon's temper led him to be excused on his own terms. You positioned yourself opposite of Erryk, next to your nephews.

"The Lord of the Tides! Lord Corlys Velaryon and his wife the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen" Erryk announced out of nowhere as the lords ceased their dispute. Your back straightened from the announcement, fearing the words that were yet to be declared by Corlys, your hand found itself resting on your blade.

Though you did not have to worry as much, as Corlys swore anew his oath to your cousin, giving his land for her cause. One of the happiest of memories it was in the war room. As Jacaerys advocated for his mother's cause simply putting that he and his brother should be the ones delivering the messages to Baratheon, Arryn, and Stark. Though you swore allegiance to your cousin, it was Jeyne who had a say on whether House Arryn would ride for your cousin's cause and claim, you trusted Jace in the care of your Jeyne, though she was kind, she always had been fierce for the sake of your house.

It took upon hours, the sun had since set, yet you and the lords strategized the war, surprised the lords took your words into consideration despite the sexism you faced to that of the Lannisters and Hightowers. The Lady Arryn must close her mouth as well as her legs, Alicent once teased as she figured out your affections were set to Erryk, you were near ladies of nine and ten, as she married Viserys and sired him children- boys to be exact including sweet Haelena, Rhaenyra married Laenor, you remained unmarried.

It was only until Daemon came back into the war room, that feeling of anxiety came back once again, your back straightened, only Erryk took notice as his hand reached for the small of your back. You shrugged him off, giving him a look of worry, as the room went silent, you reached for the raven's words that nearly left your cousin's hands in defeat.

Your heart dropping, a gasp leaving your mouth that quickly turned to sobs, the raven delivering the message of crows.

Prince Lucerys Velaryon, heir to Driftmark, has been slain in a harmless dispute with Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Harmless? Harmless be the murderous instinct both Aemond and his older, drunken, usurper brother, Aegon exhibited when your nephews were their kin and significantly younger than them yet constantly berated. Your blood ran hot, boiling even, your ears rang to the point where you could not hear the words that came from Erryk's mouth.

[strniohoeee]

chris and reader are fighting and he accidentally shoves her and she hits her back causing her to form a bruise and she cries because it hurts a lot and this leads to matt and nick to intervene and then angst and fluff

Bicker

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris and the reader seem to have a few disagreements. Sadly one argument leads to injuries that may not be fixable👥

Warnings⚠️: None, I like actually hate this….idk what’s going on lately, but I can notttt write for the life of me. I feel like I’m struggling to come up with good ideas for these requests.

Song for the imagine: Cry Me a River-Justin Timberlake

The bridges were burn

Now it’s your turn

To cry

Cry me a river

I wasn’t sure what Chris' issue was lately, but he has become insufferable. It was becoming a burden to hang out with them because of his attitude.

Chris and I weren’t the closest of friends like how Nick and I were, but we still spoke. However, him being in a pissy mood all the time was stressing me out.

I was hanging out with them all last week, and Chris and I kept arguing here and there. He was acting like a bitch and it became hard for me to be nice to him.

“No you were an asshole to the waiter” I said shaking my head at Chris

“I wasn’t at all” he said laughing

“Yes you were Chris. You acted like a spoiled brat” I replied

“I could really act like a spoiled brat” he said sitting up in his chair

“It’s so fucking embarrassing coming out with you. Like why do you act this way?” I asked him rubbing my temples

“I wasn’t acting any type of way, stop putting yourself in things that have nothing to do with you!” He said giving me a dirty look

“In case you haven’t noticed. You’ve been making this week painful for all of us, so lose the weird attitude or just stay home” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Please don’t tell ME what to do” he said taking a sip of his drink

“Oh cry me a river” I said rolling my eyes at him

That was the end of our bickering. Often exchanging dirty looks throughout our dinner, and not talking to each other. As I kept going over to their house though Chris and I would have at least two arguments a day. Then he would stomp down to his room and slam the door like a child, and ignore us for the rest of the day.

Just like today we had our first argument when I first got here because he left his sneakers in the driveway and I ran them over. I mean totally not my fault I didn’t see them.

He was ignoring me for that, but right now I wanted to make cookies for them and he was in my way. I kept my composure for a while, but I literally kept tripping over him

“Chris you need to get out of the kitchen” I said adding chocolate chips into the dough

“Why?” He said looking at me

“Because I keep tripping over you, and you’re in my way” I said looking at him

“I’m literally not in your way though” he said taking chocolate chips

“Yes you are, and you keep eating my ingredients you fucking heathen back off” I said smacking his hand away

“You’re such a bitch” he spat at me

“I literally do not fucking care get the fuck out” I said rolling my eyes at him

“There’s a nicer way to ask me to leave” he said smiling at me

“I asked you nicely now please get out” I said sighing

Chris snatched the bowl of dough from me and ran to the other side of the kitchen

“I’m not playing these childish games with you, give me the fucking dough” I said

“No I’m good” he said pushing me away and holding the bowl above his head

“I’ll fucking kick you in the balls right now” I said sticking my hand out for the bowl

“Not till you ask nicely” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Chris, I'm trying to do something for you and your brothers. I already asked you to leave and now you won’t. You’re so fucking annoying give me the bowl” I said

“Say please?” He asked

“Fuck you” I said

His face dropped and threw the bowl at me. I barely caught it

“Fucking dick” I said

Next thing I know off instinct I kicked him in the knee, and his face dropped

“You fucking bitch” he said and shoved me

But he shoved me so hard my back hit the sharp corner of the island in the kitchen and sent some things falling. Immediately losing my breath from the pain. I gasped and I couldn’t take a complete breath in

“What was that?” We heard Nick yell as him and Matt ran into the kitchen

“Christopher…..what the fuck is wrong with you” I said still shocked in pain

“Please I didn’t even push you that hard” he said

I felt tears in my eyes as I touched my back. A bruise for sure forming, and a large scratch

“I wanted to do something nice for you guys, and you fucking ruined it by acting like a complete imbecile” I said throwing the bowl down on the island

“Chris what did you do” Nick said walking over to me

“I pushed her” he said

“Are you a child? Like you’re a grown man, why would you push her?” Matt said looking over at him

“She kicked me in my knee, and I just turned around and pushed her….it was my reflex” he said staring at me blankly

“You’re such an asshole” I said pulling away from Nick as he looked at my back

I grabbed a frozen bag of peas from the freezer, slamming it shut and stomping past Chris shoving him on my way out.

I sat outside in their yard with the bag on my back as I let the tears fall. I was hurt and I was embarrassed.

Nicks POV

“Chris, what has gotten into you lately? Putting your hands on a girl?” I said staring at Chris

“I didn’t think it was that hard” he said

“Doesn’t fucking matter dude, you’re a grown man shoving people? Looks ridiculous” Matt said shaking his head

“You know what, whatever okay. She’s been barking at me all week and yall haven’t said shit” Chris said snapping

“Because you’ve been acting like a piece of shit. We agreed with her, and you still are so blind to it” I said

“You need to fix your attitude, and you need to fix what you just did to Y/N” Matt said

“I don’t need to do anything” Chris responded

“I’m not about to potentially lose a friend over your stupidity. Go apologize you animal” I said to Chris rolling my eyes at him

“Whatever kid” he said shoving past me

End of Nick's pov

I sat face down in a lawn chair as the peas soothed the ache in my back. My tears now dried as I listened to the crickets in the trees. My thoughts just running

Suddenly I heard the side door open and I figured it was Nick, but to my surprise when I turned my head, it was Chris and I looked at him and rolled my eyes

“Can we talk?” He asked me

“Gonna hit me with a lawn chair? Maybe throw me in the pool? Ouu how about throw the grill at me when I turn away?” I said giving him a sarcastic smile

“ No, I'm not going to do that. Actually came out here to apologize to you.” He said sitting in front of me

“ I don’t wanna hear an apology because I know it’s not real” I said to him

“ Whether you think it’s real or not doesn’t matter I’m going to apologize anyway” Chris said

“You could save yourself the embarrassment. I don’t want to talk to you” I said rolling my eyes

“Fucking listen to me already” he said getting annoyed

“No, okay! You really hurt me, and embarrassed me. I do not want anything to do with you” I said struggling to sit up

“ I know you hate me right now and I get that but please just listen. I’m not sure why I’ve been acting the way I’ve been acting but I’m just so sad and angry and lonely all the time and I let that get to my head and I let that affect you guys.” Chris said, looking down.

“Chris you don’t have to go through this alone you know. I know you might not like to talk about your feelings, but we’re all here for you” I said looking at him

“This just isn’t me. So I try to ignore it, but it doesn’t go away” he said shaking his head

“If you don’t address it, it will never go away. If it’s too awkward to talk to your brothers, just know that I’m always here for you, but not when you act like a piece of shit.” I said to him

“ I know, and I truly don’t deserve you after putting up with me for so long, just know that I’m sorry for putting my hands on you. It was the worst thing I could’ve ever done. Just know that this isn’t a reflection of who I truly am, I really am sorry for what I did.” Chris said looking up at me

“It’s fine” I said in a whisper

“It’s not okay. I hurt you really bad” he said shaking his head

“ Listen, what's done is done and there’s no going back. I may not forgive you right now, but I also cannot hold this against you.” I responded

“ I don’t expect you to forgive me and that’s fine but do know that I genuinely am sorry. I don’t even know what took over me. It’s like you kicked me and then a switch went off in my head and all I could do was put my hands on you.” He said

“ I can’t act innocent in this either because I did kick you and for that I’m sorry” I responded

“ yes, but I also didn’t have to push you” he said

“ Chris it’s fine I’m not gonna hold this against you” I told him

“I’m uhh I’m sorry. I’ll give you space” he said standing up

I nodded my head and looked at him

“Take this inside for me” I said handing him the bag of peas

“Sure” he said offering me a smile

“Chris there is one thing” I said as he gave his back to me

“That is?” He asked

“I’ll forgive you on one condition” I stated

“Go on” he said back still to me

“You rub my back and put healing ointment on my injury” I said giggling

“You have yourself a deal” he said looking over at me

“YAY” I said clapping my hands

I stood up and walked over to him

“Chris don’t beat yourself up over this okay. This was nothing” I said smiling at him

“I’m sorry” he said nodding his head at me

“It’s okay Chris” I said offering him a smile

“I need to do better” he said

“Yeah you do because right now I smell cookies. I’ll race you for it” I said

“You’re on” he said laughing

I smacked his chest and booked it into the house, locking the door behind me

“AHAHA YOURE TRAPPED OUTSIDEEEE” I said laughing

“LET ME IN” he said laughing

“Nooo I don’t think I will” I said laughing

“There’s a spare key out here I’ll get in” he said

“No there isn’t” I said

Chris disappeared from my site, and I strained against the glass looking for him. I hadn’t heard him walk in through the front door.

As my face was up against the glass I felt two hands grab me causing me to jump

“CHRIS” I yelled turning around

“You have got to do better” he said shaking his head

“I thought I had you” I said laughing

“Maybe next time” he said slinging his arm over my shoulder as we walked into the kitchen

It’s so weird how an hour ago I wanted to punch Chris in his head, but now we were laughing while eating cookies as he rubbed ointment on my injury and massaged my back….man I was living the good life

The End

This was actual trash….like idk why I can’t come up with good ideas anymore. I just lose motivation towards the end, and write whatever. I promise I’ll do better😭😭 I love yall🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

These stories are my own original ideas, so please do not post them without giving credit, or asking. ☺️

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

you are keeping us well fed with the disabled!reader poolverine storyline tysm <3

The older boys, once fed and walked settled in with their devices. Content to play games with Wade and annoy you. The younger, Logan noted, velcroed himself to your side. Wanting to be held, wanting to be snuggled. And you were more than happy to do it.

He didn't want to rough house. When the livingroom devolved into a baby cage match, he brought you a book. Clamoring into your lap. And the two men traded a look.

You gathered him up, kissing the side of his head and just started reading. No questions or protests. And even the Older boys, drawn in by their own memories of story time made their way over with pillows to sprawl on. Settling in with their phones.

They felt a pang. You wouldn't get your own babies to cuddle, but it was pretty clear that the kids that you did get to love knew you were safe in your house. Making themselves at home. All day, they hadn't hesitated to get a snack or tease you. They never flinched at what Wade looked like or Logan's brooding. They knew your world was different even if they didn't know how exactly.

When Ronnie, the youngest dozed off you held him for a little bit before wiggling out and letting him lay on the couch and throwing a blanket over him. "Looks like I should start figuring out dinner, huh?"

"Pizza?" Zach, the oldest put in.

"You got, pizza money, homie?" you ask, leaning on the back of his chair, "Because I got 'works for the state' money and that will not order pizza for you three heathens."

"Aww man-"

"I do have mac and cheese stuff and some smoked susage and green beans, though," you muse.

"But is there extra cheese?" Zach asked.

"Do I look like your mother?"

He grinned and you ruffled his hair, heading to the kitchen to go start cooking and he followed you. Logan listened with half an ear, he knew a kid looking for a pep talk when he saw one.

And when he leaned against your shoulder and you rested your head on his for a second, Logan smiled a little. evidently you did too. "What's wrong, bug?"

"Nothing-"

"Uh-huh."

Zach huffed and you just waited, filling a pot with water and bustling around. "I just- mom's got me signed up for so much shit- and like, why?"

"Mostly because your grandma did it to us," you muse. "And also because she doesn't want you to turn out like us- mostly me."

Zach gave you a look and you smile a little. "I spent an absurd amount of time trying to be someone I wasn't baby. I just... Don't care about cars and having a big ass house. I don't WANT the life they mapped out for me. And even if I DID, I'm not sure I could even do it."

He watched you work for a second and looked at his brothers before looking back at you. "I used to try. And I'm not saying you shouldn't. But. Give yourself some grace... And as hard as it can be, give your mom some grace. She loves you."

He snorted and you crinkle your nose. "She does. Even if she doesn't show it like we want her to- Remember. She ALSO had to survive our parents and live to tell about it."

Zach shook his head, "Grandma is unhinged, dude."

"And she mellowed out once Dad started slipping her Klonopin. So. Imagine what she was like BEFORE that."

"Ugh." Zach shuddered and you nudged him out of your way handing him a soda with a laugh.

[magnoliasandarson]

Happy Birthday

“Surprise!”

A knife was in Jason’s hand in the heartbeat it took for the lights to flicker on. His eyes darted from laughing face to smiling face until he had checked over everyone in the room- all in the time it took to drop his bag and raise his knife-wielding arm. 

Bruce was hovering like an uncomfortable shadow behind Damian and Tim, Stephanie lounged on his kitchen counter like a heathen with Cass predictably at her side, Alfred was filming with a gently scuffed phone, Kori and Roy were blowing party horns, Babs was even next to Tim, and Dick was of course at the center of it all. All in all, Jason was now faced with ten unwanted guests in his home. Go fucking figure. 

Dick was the one to step forward, wasn’t he always?, still grinning like a fool as he gently took the knife from him, “Took you long enough to show up, Little Wing,” the acrobat wrapped an arm around the larger man’s shoulders, “Figures you’d be late to your own party.”

Jason’s tongue felt leaden as he took in the red streamers hung from his rafters and the large Happy Birthday spelled in silver balloons. His hands felt clammy and he itched for the knife now safely tucked in his brother’s pocket. Unconsciously, his fingers curled into fists as he croakily said, “Didn’t ‘spect an ambush, Dickie.”

Dick tutted like Jason had just said he didn’t expect the sky to be blue, “C’mon, Jaybird, you know better than that.” He did, he truly did, but he didn't expect something for today of all days.

Roy stepped forward, grinning like a fucking idiot in a way that made Jason’s chest tighten, and pulled him into a bro-hug, “Happy birthday,” the archer’s grip tightened, and his voice lowered as he continued, “Star and I can blow this bitch to hell if you want to get out.”

Jason, while not religious, was ready to thank whatever higher power was out there that he had Roy and Kori in his life. Jason forced air back into his lungs and squeezed his fellow Outlaw, “I’ll be okay. They need this,” he patted the redhead’s back, a clear signal for get the fuck off me before I stab you, and accepted the armful of Tamaranean princess.

Kori, ever the least subtle of her teammates, gleefully exclaimed, “Happiest of birthdays, dear one.” She lifted them both off the ground and squeezed hard enough to make something in Jason’s chest creak, “I have informed the Bats that I will burn them if they don’t behave,” she pulled away enough for Jason to see her eyes glowing a fiery green despite her large smile, “and I have brought a present!”

Jason huffed a half laugh as he was lowered back down. Tim offered him an odd sort of half-hug that was followed by Damian's frankly ridiculous handshake. Dick tried to snag him in one of his nightmare hugs of doom, but Roy distracted him with some gossip about the old Titans. Stephanie fully attempted to spear tackle him (fortunately missing), and Cass managed to pin his arms for a hug. Babs simply gave him a stern look, and he was forced into a squatted embrace. He and Bruce just exchanged nods. 

But Alfred, Jason let himself be tugged into the old man’s gentle embrace, and he was immediately reminded of better days. Back when every single breath didn’t hurt, back when he could see an action movie without being tossed into fight or flight, back when he could work on a car without having a panic attack, back before he ruined everything.

Jason sniffed a little as he pulled away, blinking hard to push back tears that physically would never appear. He sat down at the table, tolerating the half-noogie Dick tried to give him before Kori nailed him with a star bolt, sending him staggering back a few steps. His smile turned genuine for a few seconds, right up until the cake came out. 

There was a large 20 emblazoned across the top in chunky red letters.

That can’t be right. He felt his face fall in real-time as he stared at the burning candles.

He wasn’t twenty. 

He had died when he was fifteen, four months before his sixteenth birthday. He came back in October, but he was catatonic for almost two years. 

He wasn’t twenty.

He hadn’t aged when he was dead. He hadn’t really aged when he was walking around brain-dead. Right up until they dunked him in the pit, the lights were on, but no one was home. 

A dead boy can’t age, right?

He wasn’t twenty- he didn’t even have a driver’s license. 

The candles on the cake burned all the way into the icing before he was aware again. Roy was on one side, Kori on the other, as they tried to pull him out of the darkness in his own mind. He loved them both so much it made his chest ache. Jason’s eyes flickered between the other faces at the table, and blurs of memories, shadows, and nightmares looked back at him.

He wasn’t twenty- he couldn’t be.

The world shattered around him in a ghoulish kaleidoscope of greens and reds, fire and blood reaching out and pulling him under. He never turned sixteen, he never turned seventeen, he never turned eighteen, he never turned nineteen- he couldn’t be turning twenty.

The monsters around his table lurched forward in a horrifying swirl of colors that made bile rise up his throat. The hand on his left arm was gently shaking him, but he was beyond that. Jason couldn't breathe there was fucking laughter coming from somewhere and he was scared-

Jason squeezed his eyes shut and bit firmly down on his tongue, trying desperately to regulate his breathing and heart rate. Blood filled his mouth as he shot up from his chair- I’m alive, I’m okay, I’m alive- His hands reached out for Kori and Roy, but they came up empty.

His eyes shot open-

HERE LIES JASON TODD

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN ||SEASON 1 EPISODE 12 || LALLYBROCH ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

Broch Tuarach means “the north-facing tower.”

From the side of the mountain above, the broch that gave the small estate its name was no more than another mound of rocks, much like those that lay at the foot of the hills we had been traveling through. We came down through a narrow, rocky gap between two crags, leading the horse between boulders. Then the going was easier, the land sloping more gently down through the fields and scattered cottages, until at last we struck a small winding road that led to the house. It was larger than I had expected; a handsome three-story manor of harled white stone, windows outlined in the natural grey stone, a high slate roof with multiple chimneys, and several smaller whitewashed buildings clustered about it, like chicks about a hen. The old stone broch, situated on a small rise to the rear of the house, rose sixty feet above the ground, cone-topped like a witch’s hat, girdled with three rows of tiny arrow-slits. As we drew near, there was a sudden terrible racket from the direction of the outbuildings, and Donas shied and reared. No horseman, I promptly fell off, landing ignominiously in the dusty road. With an eye for the relative importance of things, Jamie leapt for the plunging horse’s bridle, leaving me to fend for myself. The dogs were almost upon me, baying and growling, by the time I found my feet. To my panicked eyes, there seemed to be at least a dozen of them, all with teeth bared and wicked. There was a shout from Jamie. “Bran! Luke! Sheas!” The dogs skidded to a halt within a few feet of me, confused. They milled, growling uncertainly, until he spoke again. “Sheas, mo maise! Stand, ye wee heathen!” They did, and the largest dog’s tail began gradually to wag, once, and then twice, questioningly. “Claire. Come take the horse. He’ll not let them close, and it’s me they want. Walk slowly; they’ll no harm ye.” He spoke casually, not to alarm either horse or dogs further. I was not so sanguine, but edged carefully toward him. Donas jerked his head and rolled his eyes as I took the bridle, but I was in no mood to put up with tantrums, and I yanked the rein firmly down and grabbed the headstall.

The thick velvet lips writhed back from his teeth, but I jerked harder. I put my face close to the big glaring golden eye and glared back. “Don’t try it!” I warned, “or you’ll end up as dogsmeat, and I won’t lift a hand to save you!” Jamie meanwhile was slowly walking toward the dogs, one hand held out fistlike toward them. What had seemed a large pack was only four dogs: a small brownish rat-terrier, two ruffed and spotted shepherds, and a huge black and tan monster that could have stood in for the Hound of the Baskervilles with no questions asked. This slavering creature stretched out a neck thicker than my waist and sniffed gently at the proffered knuckles. A tail like a ship’s cable beat back and forth with increasing fervor. Then it flung back its enormous head, baying with joy, and leaped on its master, knocking him flat in the road.

“‘In which Odysseus returns from the Trojan War and is recognized by his faithful hound,’ ”

I remarked to Donas, who snorted briefly, giving his opinion either of Homer, or of the undignified display of emotion going on in the roadway. Jamie, laughing, was ruffling the fur and pulling the ears of the dogs, who were all trying to lick his face at once. Finally he beat them back sufficiently to rise, keeping his feet with difficulty against their ecstatic demonstrations. “Well, someone’s glad to see me, at any rate,” he said, grinning, as he patted the beast’s head. “That’s Luke—” he pointed to the terrier, “and Elphin and Mars. Brothers, they are, and bonny sheep-dogs. And this,” he laid an affectionate hand on the enormous black head, which slobbered in appreciation, “is Bran.” “I’ll take your word for it,” I said, cautiously extending a knuckle to be sniffed. “What is he?” “A staghound.” He scratched the pricked ears, quoting“Thus Fingal chose his hounds:Eye like sloe, ear like leaf,Chest like horse, hough like sickleAnd the tail joint far from the head.” “If those are the qualifications, then you’re right,” I said, inspecting Bran. “If his tail joint were any further from his head, you could ride him.” “I used to, when I was small—not Bran, I don’t mean, but his grandfather, Nairn.” He gave the hound a final pat and straightened, gazing toward the house. He took the restive Donas’s bridle and turned him downhill. “In which Odysseus returns to his home, disguised as a beggar,…” he quoted in Greek, having picked up my earlier remark. “And now,” he said, straightening his collar with some grimness, “I suppose it’s time to go and deal with Penelope and her suitors.” When we reached the double doors, the dogs panting at our heels, Jamie hesitated.

“Should we knock?” I asked, a bit nervous. He looked at me in astonishment. “It’s my home,” he said, and pushed the door open.

26THE LAIRD’S RETURN ~ OUTLANDER

[rrat-king]

And what if I tell you my Fight, Flight, Fawn theory for the Appleboys reuniting with Kristen. What then? Going by your age gaps of 2, 4, 8 because they're canon adjacent and the idea of the Applebees having a playpen when three out of four kids were 14, 12 and 10 is too funny. Assuming a reunion between Kris and the younger two happens post her birthday so it's 17, 13 and 9 respectively. Buckys is analysing his actual response we saw from 14 year old him. When I say leave in reference to Kristen, know that I know it wasn't her choice (Mac and Donna when I fucking get you)

Bucky got the Fawn response. I'll be real, when I began theorising that an Applebees brother would feature I thought "Oh god here comes the angst. There will be resentment, Mac and Donna have undoubtedly been talking shit for two years. But we see him and he's happy. He missed her. He hugs her. He wants to hang out. And yeah that probably stems from the fact you'll naturally miss your sibling and the fact he probably had to take the oldest sibling mantle. But he barely even commented on her life and friends (aside from the half baked comment about her living in sin and side eyeing Fig). I was expecting more problematic behaviours to be honest. The theory is he entered full people pleasing mode, desperately tampering down any complicated feelings because he NEEDS to make himself a good brother that Kristen will want to stay for this time (of course not realising Kristen will stay the best she can no matter if he kicks and screams)

Bricker got Fight. Was like 10 when Kris left, and I say this with love, in the absolute throes of puberty. I don't know what it is but this kid just gives me angry vibes, maybe it's the middle child. Very Nico DiAngelo "He looked too young to be so angry". When you're a kid, especially in that horrific period of 10-13 you go to the easy solution which is being mad, and you go to the easy target which is the one who "started" this huge upheaval (read Kristen). To a lesser extent, Bucky, for trying to play big brother (Bricker doesn't even realise this but the anger mostly came from a subconscious desire to preserve Kristen's place in the family for if she comes back).

(Bonus: Once they have a very good conversation and Bricker is reassured Kristen never did stop thinking about and loving him he will cry three years worth of pent up tears and beg her not to leave again)

Cork got Flight. He was only 6 when she left, its been 3 years of experiences (little man went from first grade to third in that time its a Lot). Kristen has physically changed a lot since they last saw each other. All this to say, he takes a minute to recognise this older person who's eyes are all wet at the sight of him. Some part of his brain blocked out memories of her because the way she was just gone one day was so scary to his little brain. When it does register who she is, Cork becomes completely unlike himself and gets shy. He makes Bucky stand close by because all he knows is that 1. This is a heathen who rebuked Helio's light 2. This is Krissy, back after what felt like forever and 3. She's so cool looking and why would someone this cool ever want to talk to him.

(Bonus: She played it off but Kristen's heart did break seeing Cork, the little boy she raised, take a minute to work out who she is, when she never forgot him. Not to quote Taylor but very "And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe")

god yeah kristen having partially raised cork only for him not to know who she is anymore/barely recognize her haunts me so much. bucky as a people pleaser is such a good read especially as he is forced into kristen's role as head of the siblings I just. yeah. also angry bricker is so important to me. he got left behind! he's not ok with that and he's gonna be angry. god I just. applebees kids make me crazy this is such a good read.

[galaxiasgreen]

🦡✨Troublesome and Unladylike

F!Reader shenanigans with Ominis/Reader [T-Rated, 6.2k words]

You turned back around, prepared to pay attention again, but Binns was coming your way. Literally, about to zone through the desk. Oh no, no, no! He'd see Ominis snoozing! Quickly your hand shot out, punching his arm in warning – but you were too forceful, batting it hard enough that his head slipped out of his grip and banged against the desk.

In which, your life changes twice in quick succession: the first, when you discover you have magic, and the second, when you meet an enigmatic blind Slytherin.

Tropes: romance/ humour/ drama, slow burn, black cat x golden retriever, opposites attract, forbidden love, hijinks and shenanigans, Muggle culture, Magic from a Muggle POV, canon rewrite.

[read on AO3, read on Wattpad]

A/N: This is an 8-chapter companion to ACVAS that I recently completed! No prior reading is required; it's mostly Gibby shenanigans that run parallel to the story of ACVAS. Enjoy <3

The stranger came in the hush of evening.

"Ssshhh!" Connor had your arm gripped, keeping you still on the stairs landing. "Stop being so noisy!"

"You're the one being noisy!" you snapped.

"Both of you, shut up," said Ellian. "I want to hear what they're saying."

You and your older brothers poked your heads between the stair bannister, desperate to snatch a little conversation from the living room downstairs. Your mother and father had shooed you all to their bedroom, where your baby brother Tam was currently fast asleep on the cot. You were supposed to be keeping an eye on him as they talked to the stranger downstairs, but of course, the curiosity was too much to bear. It seemed to be a trait that ran in the family.

"Can't hear squat," muttered Connor. At near nineteen, he was an adult himself, yet still treated as a child when home. He wanted to move out, but had not yet made enough money in lumbering. "One of us needs to go down. Find out if she's married. You know. Purely for educational purposes."

Your brow furrowed. "I thought you were committed to Matilda Asher."

"A man can have options, little sister."

"You were down there when she came in," asked Ellian. "Didn't you get a good look at her then? Was she wearing a ring?"

"Didn't see. Mama threw me out too quickly."

"Wouldn't want your ugly mug anyway, I expect."

"Coming from someone with a face like a slapped arse?"

You huffed at them. "If Mama catches us down there, she'll skin us alive."

"Yeah, only if she catches us." Connor grinned, then nudged you. "You're the smallest. You go."

"What? I can't—"

"You don't make the stairs creak. It has to be you." He nudged you again, harder this time, towards the top step. "Go on."

So you did. Step by step, clutching your glasses to stop them rattling, you tiptoed down until you were almost on the level below. The door peeled into view – open, giving you a great view of the stranger. And no wonder Connor was smitten, as the woman had the most luscious red hair you'd ever seen, cascading down her back in two thick plaits. With her turned away it was impossible to decipher her expression, but her skin was moonlight pale, her corset cinched tightly around a slim waist, the dress like an ocean of seafoam.

"— have been living in hiding for thousands of years, but I can assure you, we are a thriving community here and worldwide!" Her voice was warm, musical. "She will be well taken care of."

"But— witchcraft?" your father was saying. You did get a view of him, scrambled right up the back of the sofa, clenching the armrest. "My daughter— a heathen?"

My daughter. Me?

"Not at all, sir! And neither am I."

"The Bible ain't say nothing about witches doing good."

"I promise I understand where you're coming from. When I discovered the truth, I was shocked as well! But it is no bad thing, to be a witch." Exasperation crossed the lady's voice when your parents made no move to acquiesce. "I can see this is distressing you both. Perhaps you'd like a demonstration of what we can do?"

She pulled out a stick – a magic wand, you recognised from Punch & Judy skits – and gave it a swish. The teapot on the table levitated in air, pouring itself a cup. Your parents made a distressed noise.

So did you.

Both their eyes jumped to you. The woman turned then, surprised.

You ran back up the stairs.

"Well?" asked Connor. "What—"

"She— made the teapot float!" you cried. "The stranger— she made it pour tea without touching it! Like... like magic!"

But Ellian scoffed. "How much toffee nougat did you eat?"

"It's true, swear it!"

"Come off it," said Connor. "Did you even see if she was married?"

You pouted. "Do you really think I was concentrating on her hand when she made a teapot—"

"I thought I told you three to watch Tam?"

You spun around. Your mother, at the foot of the stairs, glaring at you. Oh no. But instead of divvying out chores as punishment, she crooked a finger. "Come downstairs, sweetling. Connor, Ellian, so help me, you better watch Tam or—"

"Going! Going," called Connor, and he sounded exceedingly disappointed to have only been fed the crumbs of a lie.

The crumbs of the truth.

You clung to your mother's shadow as you stepped into the living room. Your father was on his feet, as was the stranger, who offered a bright smile to you, even held out her hand.

"It's so nice to meet you, young lady," she said, beaming. "My name is Mirabel Garlick."

Garlick? What a funny name. Still, you knew what was polite, and shook her hand back, even though you were used to curtseying.

"Come sit, sweetling." Your mother shut the living room door and ushered you to the sofa, squished between her and your father like a protective bubble. Your father still clenched the armrest. "Ms Garlick wants to talk to you."

"Am I in trouble?" you asked. Tears fluttered to your eyes. "Am I a— heathen?"

Your father rumbled. "No, not at all, sweetling. I just..." He trailed off, clearly perturbed.

"You saw what I did with the teapot, yes?" asked Ms Garlick.

You nodded, mute.

You had no idea, then, that your life was about to change.

"I'm what we call a witch. There is a whole community of people out there who have the same abilities as we do, to wield magic."

Witch. Magic. We? "But none of that exists, ma'am," you mumbled. "And witches are— bad."

"That trick with the teapot. Was that bad?"

Hesitantly you shook your head. Actually, it was rather cool.

"I used to be like you. Very ordinary – perhaps to a fault! I grew up in Shoreditch, you see, with no idea that magical folk existed. I had also been fed many unflattering stories, fairy tales where witches steal away naughty children. These stories tend to exaggerate what we truly are: people who happen to have an affinity for magic. Have you ever done anything you can't explain?"

"No..."

"Are you certain? Think hard on it, now."

Your parents looked at you expectantly. "Remember last month, sweetling?" your mother prompted. "When Ellian—"

"When he stole my teddy bear." You gasped. "The washing basket exploded!" You cottoned onto their meaning, staring at Garlick. "I did that?"

Garlick intertwined her hands – no ring. "Yes! Magical ability often awakens at your age, about ten." She placed a hand on her heart. "I've come to visit you today because I represent Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a secondary boarding school in Scotland, that teaches magic to hundreds of young witches and wizards such as yourself and enables you to bloom into your potential. You have been invited to join the new school year this September."

A school? Scotland? Why did that sound like a punishment? More tears filled your eyes. "But— I'm supposed to work at the confectionary with Papa, and Mama is meant to teach me more embroidery..."

Garlick leant forwards, eyes only for you. "I promise you, it is a wonderful experience. You'll learn many marvellous things that will prepare you for life as a young lady. Look at me, I'm a professor!"

A woman professor? And so young! That was almost unheard of.

"What do you teach?"

"A subject called Herbology, like gardening. But there are many subjects you will learn."

Still, you shifted, nervous. Garlick stood, which prompted your father to his feet as well, and pulled out a letter from her pocket, handing it to you.

"There is your acceptance letter, with a little more information. And!" She gave you a coin, one you'd never seen before, a dragon imprinted on the faces. "That there is a magical coin. Should you have any questions or concerns, you just rub the inscription, and I'll come as fast as I can. Currently I'm living at the school, but I'm happy to travel down to help you adjust." She looked at your parents. "I'll be in touch further about acquiring the necessary equipment and books before the start of term on the first of September."

"I-Is it really real?" you asked. "Magic?"

Garlick gave you a dazzling smile, and it made you feel a little less scared.

"It is! Hmm. Would you like one last trick, before I go?"

"Yes! Yes please."

She turned and pointed her magic wand at the door. "Accio."

The door swung towards her, with no prompt... and Connor and Ellian tumbled into the room.

"Ow, Jesus!"

"Connor, you ingrate—"

"Were you two there the whole time?" your mother thundered.

Garlick caught your eye, and you laughed, laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

When you first stepped into Diagon Alley, it was like someone reached inside you and stole your breath.

The crooked buildings lanced into the sky above, the air teeming with magic, and the street bustled with witches and wizards adorned in brightly-coloured cloaks and pointed hats. When you had read about witches, it was as Professor Garlick had suspected – they were terrifying, ugly creatures, boils on their faces, ragged clothes, dirt-clod fingernails and sinister motives. But Diagon Alley burst with vibrant life. There were owls and cats wrangling against cages, spells that popped like fireworks, stalls that served hot drumsticks, kebabs and battered fish. The smell alone drew you in, but Professor Garlick stopped you with a squeak.

"Now, hold on, hold on! Let's take a moment to process, shall we?"

A moment? You might need the whole day. Yet still your grin was unshakable as you watched two wizards exchange potted plants with flowers that were growing teeth, and a child eating a sweet that made her steam from the ears. Sometimes you passed witches that wore trousers, which when the initial shock wore off made you giddy with wild glee. Did that mean you could wear trousers too? Behind you, your parents were completely overwhelmed, you mother and father clutching each other's arms.

"Stay close, sweetling," your father said gruffly, but not even he could disguise his awe. "God, I need a cigar."

"We'll be meeting another family today," Garlick said cheerfully. "With another student raised in the non-magical world, like you."

"There are more like us?"

"Of course! Very odd, this year it seems there's only a handful starting, but not to worry. Most people are extremely friendly. They will help you whenever you need." She gestured them forwards, into the throng of shoppers. "Come, come!"

It didn't take you long to realise that, actually, aside from magic, these people weren't so different from your own. Witches hollered at one another, trying to outdo their displays of cauldron towers, another family laughed from the outdoor tables of a restaurant, their cutlery dancing. You were giddy when Garlick took you to Rosie Lee Teabag, the wizard version of a teashop, to meet an awaiting wizard and another family of three, including one trembling Indian boy, with brown hair and brown skin, hands fidgeting on the table.

"Pleasure to meet you all! I'm Carsten Bristlecone, Wizengamot undersecretary in the Ministry of Magic – ahem, the magical Cabinet, if you will." The wizard gestured to his charge. "This is Mahendra Pehlwaan. Remember what I said, Mahendra? This young lady is like you, raised in the non-magical world."

"N-Nice to meet you," stammered the boy.

"Hello!" you said brightly, giving a shallow curtsy. Well. Seemed like you were handling this whole magic thing a lot better than he was. "I'm excited to be friends!"

Both sets of parents exchanged pleasantries before your father insisted on grabbing a (very stiff) drink to see him through the day. You were rather impatient watching him nurse the glass rim, but Mr Bristlecone was eager to chat – mostly about himself, using terms that went right over your head.

"It was all out war, Professor! Imagine, a Niffler pack bold enough to steal Galleons from a leprechaun. Merlin's beard, I had to use Arresting charms to stop them mauling each other by the end!"

When your father had downed his whiskey, Garlick took you all to the bank to exchange shillings for wizard currency ("Oh my gosh, Mahendra, look how cool they are! They're goblins!"), then to the clothing shop for robes, the wand shop for wands, and the book shop for textbooks and quills. You could see your parents' expressions fall with each purchase – they never talked to you about money, of course, but it was always a pressing issue when their income was so modest. It was, apparently, one of the first questions your father asked when he found out you were accepted at the school, how much, precisely, it would cost. You didn't find out the answer, but you suspected that if it cost anything at all, you wouldn't be going.

You had just about bought everything now, the day waning into afternoon. Your parents were ahead, speaking to one another with Garlick and Bristlecone.

"This is sort of mad, isn't it?" you said to Mahendra. "That we're, you know, magical?"

"I still think this is an elaborate prank," he said, clutching tightly to the list of things they had to buy. "How do I know you're not a paid actress?"

"News to me if I was."

"I'm not ruling it out."

"So you think everyone here is paid?"

"Could be," he said stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes. "You're off your rocker." Then your gaze hooked on a shop to the distance, and your gasp made him flinch. "Mahendra, look! A sweet shop!"

"Sweets? That's not on the list."

You grabbed his jacket by the sleeve and dragged him to your parents. "Can we go to the sweet shop? Please? Pretty please? With hundreds and thousands?"

Of course, no one could really say no. If Heaven existed, this is what you imagined it would look like. So many varieties of sweets you'd never tried before, ones that changed your hair colour or turned your nose into a duck's bill, gum that blew balloons the size of a person and taffy that made you giggle like mad.

"We're just going to wait outside, sweetling," said your mother to you, as you were trying every flavour of sugar quill available. She leant close. "I think your father is beside himself with jealousy. Keeps grumbling about how our confectionary is better."

"He's right," you whispered cheekily. "Promise I won't buy much."

"Two things, that's all, all right?"

Mahendra stuck to your side through it all, perturbed by your enthusiasm. You had a terrible sweet tooth – which he commented on several times – but your parents didn't have enough money left, so in the end you only left with a sugar quill and a cauldron cake, and the secret promise you'd buy more when you were at Hogwarts proper.

"Can you see them?" you said outside, peering around through the crowds and clutching your paper bag close. "You're a bit taller than me."

Mahendra frowned. "No, but they can't be far."

"Let's look around!"

"What? No— hey, wait!"

You walked away anyway. Around the back of the building was a set of stone steps that descended into a crooked rope of an alley, lined with another litany of shop fronts. These, however, were painted with a stroke of night, all dark colours and gloom, and the people within equally dressed.

"Wow, cool! Shall we have a look? We haven't gone down here yet."

"What?" Mahendra shook his head. "No! The list doesn't say—"

"Oh, forget the list for a second, would you? We won't be long. Exploring is fun!"

You dragged him down the steps. A sign, you read, said Knockturn Alley, and for some reason it raised the hairs on your arms. A group of witches with hat brims that extended well below their eyes turned sharply to face you as you headed in deeper.

"I don't like this," said Mahendra.

You blew a raspberry. "You don't like anything."

"Don't you have any sense of self-preservation?" he said, exasperated. "We've lost our parents, and the two people who know this place better than all of us combined! We're in way over our heads here. I-I don't even want to be a wizard!"

Which was totally barmy. How could anyone discover all this and not feel intense wonder and awe? How could anyone learn that magic existed, and wish to return to a time when you didn't? You stopped in front of a bulging shop front, boasting some sort of strange artefacts. Necklaces, crockery, crusty tomes, old lanterns... Borgin and Burkes, read the sign. The door jingled, and out exited a man of pale, gaunt countenance. His gaze flickered to you.

"Hello!" you said cheerfully.

His expression soured.

"Mudblood spawn..."

You had no idea what that meant, and the man didn't elaborate when he strode briskly in the opposite direction. It didn't seem... particularly friendly. Strange, since Garlick insisted that most magical folk were really nice. You turned to the shop.

"What an oddball. Should we go in?"

"Absolutely not!" Mahendra squeaked. "We shouldn't— not without Ms Garlick, at least. Let's go back. Please. This place doesn't feel safe."

You pouted. "Fine. Bore."

Only, when you turned back around to go the other way, it seemed like the alleyway had changed, the cobblestone below your feet shifting leftwards rather than straight. Were alleyways meant to do that? Someone behind you sniggered, which finally tugged your smile into a frown. Now you had no idea how to get out, and by the dawning panic on his face, Mahendra knew it too.

"Now we're lost. We're going to die here! Die surrounded by—"

"Would you stop? Everything is hunky-dory. We just need to find an exit. We can ask someone!"

"Ask someone? They look like they'd sooner eat us for breakfast!"

"No they wouldn't." You laughed. "It's far too late for breakfast. Lunch, maybe."

Mahendra whinnied.

"You two!"

Luckily, Bristlecone came rushing towards them, hoisting his ruby cloak, and you had to admit, you did feel a sense of relief.

"What were you thinking, running off to this place? It's not safe here for your— it's not safe. Come now, make haste!"

Your parents scolded you when you returned. Too curious for your own good, they said, waggling their fingers. Bristlecone agreed, mumbling about safety against the ruffians and scoundrels that frequented Knockturn Alley – as it turned out, not a nice place for the normal person. Mahendra's parents reprimanded him, too, which did make you feel bad. So bad that you offered him your cauldron cake.

"Peace offering?" you said, sheepish. "For getting you into trouble?"

"I don't like sweets."

"I don't believe that."

Mahendra hesitated, then took it, trying not to smile. "Fine. Just don't get me in trouble again."

But you grinned.

"No promises."

You sobbed on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

You were excited, of course. Wildly, incomparably excited, bursting from you like lit gunpowder. You had your books and clothes and things all packed haphazardly in a trunk and wheeled to platforms nine and ten. You were awed again when, with Bristlecone and your parents, you ran straight for the brick wall separating the two platforms, and ended up in another place entirely.

Your father was gruff. "Might've hit my 'ead on the way through. How's there another pla'form between the pla'forms?"

Your mother hushed him, though you could tell she secretly agreed. They'd never get used to magic. You doubted you would either.

Bristlecone helped put your things in the carriage as you looked around. Parents were everywhere, hugging goodbye to their children. Trunks and cages were being manhandled inside, students trading hellos and homework like coin. You spotted a few who had to be your age, in your year, but you'd never met someone raised in the magical world. What if you were too different to fit in?

Mahendra was already there, having gone through the wall before you. His parents and he were checking and re-checking a list, because of course they were. When the train tooted, signalling its looming departure, you turned and threw yourself into your parents' arms, the tears coming hot and fast.

"You be good, sweetling, aw'right?" said your father. "You write us every day now."

"I will," you mumbled into his jacket.

"And you make sure you— do your homework and behave," your mother blubbered. "I don't know how magic works, but you be careful too. It's a blessing to go to school, so make the most of it."

You nodded, because nothing but distressed grunts would come out if you tried to speak again.

You were still sniffling when you boarded the train with Mahendra, hands trembling as you held your glasses and wiped your blouse sleeves across your face. Soon the station was far behind, and the sights were blurring past as the long journey to Scotland began.

"Still think you're being pranked?" you asked him, if only to distract yourself.

Mahendra shrugged. "Won't believe it until I see it."

You already believed. You had to now. You'd left your old life behind.

Nonetheless, sympathy softened his edges. "Shall we find a seat?" he asked gently.

You nodded, following his lead down the corridor. Most of the older students had taken residence in the compartments, chatting, yelling, eating sweets – something you looked forward to – and scribbling last-minute essays. But the older kids were intimidating and often gave you strange looks as you passed, and Mahendra, not one to rock the boat, didn't bother dipping in to ask.

The first compartment that he paused at was one only occupied by three people, two girls and a boy. Diminutive in height, they had to be about eleven or twelve, first years like you. Their light-hearted expressions dimmed when Mahendra knocked and slid open the door.

"Hello," he greeted. "Are— are you first years, too?"

The first girl, dark hair, clearly some East Asian ancestry, slid her gaze to the other two, before smiling. "Yeah, we are. Don't recognise either of you though."

Did they all know each other? You put on a brave face, peering over Mahendra's shoulder. "Well, it's nice to meet you. We're new!"

"Obviously," said the boy, and something glinted in his eye. "Muggle-borns, are you?"

Born to non-magical parents, Garlick had told you. "Yeah!"

The other girl's brow lowered. "Bet this is all so overwhelming to you."

Mahendra froze, but you were determined. "A little! So it'll be nice to talk to with people who already know all the hoo-ha about magic."

The first girl strode over to them and grasped the door.

"It would be." Her smile turned wicked. "Too bad we don't sit with Mudbloods."

She slammed it shut in your face.

The partition didn't dampen how hard the other two laughed.

Your temper rose at once. How rude! You weren't always perfectly mannered, but you knew never to do that. That would earn you a striking at church, and you were prepared to let her know just how impolite that was before Mahendra yanked your sleeve down the train's corridor.

"Let me go! That was so mean of them! We should set them straight—"

"No!" He grasped your arm tightly. "No, leave it, please. I don't want to make enemies before we've even got to the school."

"But they laughed at us! What did we even do?"

What is a Mudblood?

But he shrugged. "I don't know, but please, I am begging you, don't cause trouble. There must be a better place to sit further down."

There was, as it turned out, another compartment three down, with two redheaded boys. You thought they were related at first, but one's face was round and freckled, boyishly young, whereas the other was stocky and tall. After being mocked so callously before, both your and Mahendra's courage had whittled thin, but when you knocked and timidly asked whether you could share the apartment, the two boys were more than happy to accommodate.

Still, as they introduced themselves as Garreth and Leander, prodded you with questions about the non-magical, Muggle, world, and your unease settled, you thought back to what that girl had said. Mudblood. What was that, and why did everyone keep hissing it like a rude word?

Why did it make you feel so small?

When the Sorting Hat called your name into the silent, anticipatory hall, you squealed.

It was rather embarrassing, really, but the noise had emerged from your throat before you could help yourself, and travelled through the hall like a ripple in a pond. The boy behind you had clapped his hands over his ears, and Mahendra had glared at you, so you muttered a quick apology before scurrying up the dais onto the stool.

Deputy Headmistress Weasley placed the Sorting Hat upon your head, and you squeezed your eyes shut, expecting there to be some kind of pain with an article of clothing rummaging in your thoughts. Some people had been instantly Sorted, the Hat barely grazing their hair before it rang out with a house.

For you, however, it pondered.

"You're quite a spitfire, aren't you?" it mused. "You like to explore, you like to learn, combined with a healthy dose of bravery, yes... that would make you suited to Gryffindor."

Garreth and Leander had been singing Gryffindor praises on the way up. The amazing and brave house, they called it.

"But..."

"But, Mr Hat?"

"You're unfailingly loyal and hardworking, too, and such traits are valued in Hufflepuff."

The nice, boring house. "Oh, well, Leander didn't seem particularly impressed with it," you said timidly, "but your description doesn't make it sound so bad... which one is better?"

"No house is better than the other."

As long as it's not Slytherin, you thought, remembering what Leander had said about them, too. That's the evil house.

You'd forgotten, however, that your thoughts at that moment weren't private.

"Slytherin values ambition and cunning," the Sorting Hat remarked, not unkindly. "It values its own sort of loyalty – to the self and to its own. It values using cleverness to create advantageous situations. There is nothing inherently evil about it. It is all in the application."

"Are you... going to put me in Slytherin, sir?"

It let out a wry laugh. "Slytherin is in your future, that's for certain... but it is not the house for you."

You tilted your head. "What do you mean, Slytherin is in my future?"

"Sit upright, if you please. I don't want to slip off your head."

You corrected your position and glanced at Professor Weasley; her smile was slowly faltering. The Hat was taking longer than most to deliberate – and it was eating at you with worry. Your face, flushing with heat as whispers began to break out.

"Indeed, it is your bravery and loyalty that will see you through your years," the Hat remarked. "Which trait is more important to you?"

"Gosh, that's a really big question, Mr Hat," you mumbled, "Both are good. I can't decide."

"Think on it, if you had to choose."

Fleetingly the thought came – well, bravery was all well and good, as was a love to explore, but what use was that if you didn't stick to your friends and family when the time came? What good was it if you didn't show compassion to others along the way?

"Ah," said the Hat. "I understand now."

Panic struck you. "Oh, but what if I don't fit in?"

"Fitting in is overrated." But before you could retort, it called out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and you were being ushered down to the yellow house. Briefly your eyes caught Garreth – giving you a thumbs-up – and Leander, shrugging with a sort of sad oh well.

Then you saw Mahendra, and noticed he was nodding his head. He approved of something you did? There sure was a first time for everything.

When the Sorting concluded, Garreth and Leander both went to Gryffindor, and Mahendra Ravenclaw, the swot house – no surprises there, because he was too neurotic for his own good – and the Welcoming Feast appeared on the tables with the wave of Headmaster Black's hand. You certainly felt welcome. You'd never seen so much food in your life, and you lived in a sweet shop! Quickly you filled your plate with everything available – all the meat especially, which you only ever ate on rare days.

"Slow down!" the girl next to you said, laughing. "You'll give yourself a tummy ache!"

She was probably right. Perhaps seven chicken drumsticks was a little too much. Sheepishly you put a few back on the platter.

"I'm Adelaide Oakes," she said. "We're going to be sharing a dorm together."

"Nice to meet you!" you said cheerfully. "I'm—"

"I know who you are." Adelaide giggled. "Can't forget the noise you made when your name was called out!"

"Sorry," you said awkwardly.

"It's all right. My uncle told me during his Sorting one of the boys fainted on the stool, so you're doing better than him."

You spoke to her for the rest of the meal, gleaning little more tidbits about the magical world, and how vast and overwhelming it really was. Maybe the Hat was right, that fitting in was overrated, but you did want to fit in a little. Sometimes she said words you simply didn't understand – words that were utter gibberish – and too timid to ask what she meant, you stuffed more food into your mouth to obscure your ham-fisted responses.

You were surprised someone didn't have to roll you out of the Great Hall when the prefects led everyone to their houses.

The students bottlenecked in the foyer, and though you tried to keep a look out for Adelaide, you lost her amongst the sea of black robes. The seventh years were so tall! How was anyone supposed to see anything? Jostled off your feet, you nearly stumbled into the wall before you swerved into what looked like another queue of first years – the pair of first-year twins were in front of you, whispering to themselves.

When the lines thinned, you rocked on your feet, waiting to go to your dorm.

"You're in the wrong place."

You swung around, almost hitting the boy in the face with your hair. He looked vaguely familiar – a name called out amongst yours during the Sorting, and though you didn't remember what his name was, he was definitely a first year, even though he was at least an inch taller. His wheat-gold hair was loosely combed back, posture straight and chin high, all a match with his high-born accent.

Goodness, you'd never met someone so posh before. Was he the descendent of some totty gentry? Were you supposed to curtsy? Call him milord?

But you merely tilted your head as he stared at the ground beyond you, his eyes like strange, chalky pearls. "Aren't we going to the form rooms?" you squeaked.

His frown tightened. "You're meant to be going to the Hufflepuff common room." He roughly jerked his wand to the clump of students bobbing around on the other side of the foyer, hoods lined in gold. "Your house is over that way."

You took notice of his robes then – green, with the insignia of the snake. Slytherin, the evil house. Or... maybe not so evil? You followed his wand point and spotted a blonde head with the Hufflepuffs. Adelaide.

"Oh!" You let out a sheepish giggle. "Thanks!"

He didn't respond as you walked away, and though it was a simple act to correct your hapless ability to follow directions, you thought perhaps that the Hat had been right, and Leander wrong. He'd been effortlessly aloof, but not mean. If that was indication of Slytherin values, then they seemed perfectly nice. That boy... seemed nice.

You thought your life had already changed, so you didn't know then, of course, that meeting him would change it all again.

As fate would have it, you met him properly the next day, and learnt his name when you were partnered in Charms – Ominis Gaunt, a strange name for a strange boy. Blind, yet able to detect his surroundings as easily as you could. Enigmatic, for despite his bluntness his expressions never gave much away. Pure-blood, though gracious to you and your very obvious working-class, and worse, Muggle, upbringing.

You had a very clear idea of who he was by Herbology, the next class. You'd unfortunately made him late – a poor combination of his lack of sight and your lack of, well, understanding of the magical world. He'd made his disdain known, so you were quite certain this boy would follow rules, finish all his homework on time, never stray too far from the teachers' leash. You were quite certain he was going to be uptight forever.

Your mind changed by the afternoon's History of Magic class.

This was a subject that excited you. The class, for one, would fill in the gaps Muggle history could not explain. Now that you knew magic existed, you had so many questions. Was Jack the Ripper a wizard? Was the Great Fire of London started by a wayward Fire charm? Did the queen know all about this too? The subject was also taught by a ghost, which was the coolest thing ever. A ghost! Yet despite your intrigue in the founders of Hogwarts, Professor Binns could, frankly, put a brick wall to sleep.

He put Ominis to sleep in ten minutes.

You saw him wobble in your periphery, and you slid your gaze over. Eyes shut. Head leant in slender hand. Quill abandoned in the ink well. For someone whose expression seemed permanently stuck somewhere between disregard and a full-on scowl, it was strange to see him at peace, comfortable enough that he could, in fact, doze.

On the first day! The first History of Magic class!

Perhaps you'd tired him out. That was a possibility, given he didn't respond very much to your rapid-fire chatter. Still, you didn't want him to risk getting caught, so when Binns wandered through the desks – literally, through them – towards the stained glass window depicting the founders, you leant over to him.

"Pssst. Ominis."

No response.

"Ominis?"

"Mmm. What?"

"You should pay attention, don't you think?"

"Already know it all."

"About the Hogwarts founders?" You frowned. "How?"

He didn't answer. Maybe it was a magical child thing, to already know about the school. It seemed most of the others in your year had long-since known Hogwarts was part of their destiny, after all. You turned back around, prepared to pay attention again, but Binns was coming your way.

Literally, about to zone through the desk.

Oh no, no, no! He'd see Ominis snoozing! Quickly your hand shot out, punching his arm in warning – but you were too forceful, batting it hard enough that his head slipped out of his grip and banged against the desk.

The room went silent. He drew up slowly, eyes open and furious, as you withheld a strangled gasp.

"Something the matter?" Binns floated to your left. "What was that noise?"

"S-Sorry Professor!" you squealed at once, a lie unspooling. "I, erm... just got so excited, I had to... slap my hand... against the desk!"

"Slap... your hand... against the desk..."

"Don't you do that? You know, Oh, Aston Villa won the Challenge Cup? Hurrah!" You slapped your hand on the desk – and Lord, the pain. When Binns looked at you like you were quite mad, and Ominis grimaced, you quickly added, "It's just, erm, I'm really excited to learn about Saladin—"

"Salazar."

"— Salazar Slytherin, you know?"

There were a snort from behind. Sebastian, who probably saw the whole ordeal.

Binns' expression didn't change. "I'd caution against doing that a third time. A desk is for writing, not for Bludger bat practice."

Whatever the heck that meant. "Yes, sir."

He went back to his lecture, and you dared glance at Ominis. His bottom lip jutted out, and now that Binns was gone he was massaging his forehead.

"You know," he muttered, "a simple he's coming this way would've sufficed."

"I know. I didn't think."

"Obviously."

"Sorry."

"It was only my entire forehead, of which I'm certain won't painfully bruise." You winced, but then he said, with surprising lightness, "Your excuse was dreadful, by the way."

"It worked, so that's all that matters."

"Mind you don't use it again. I doubt it'll work a second time."

You nodded, then cursed yourself – he couldn't see it. "Thank you for giving me the name."

"Don't mention it. Ever." His lips rolled. "And though your method was crude... thank you for helping me escape detention."

You almost wanted to brag to Mahendra, seated somewhere at the back of the classroom. See? I'm not trouble all the time.

You glanced at Ominis, rubbing his forehead.

Only most of it.

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Prompt 26 - Delivery

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It had been about a month since that first dinner. James remembered it fondly. The look on Sirius’s face when they walked back into the kitchen. He’d choked on his beer and had to be thumped on the back by Remus to get his breath back. 

“You had better not have defiled my bathroom!” He coughed, wiping his mouth on a paper napkin. 

“Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies.” Regulus had teased. “And I think you’ll find it’s my bathroom.” That was the night Sirius’s head had nearly exploded. 

Since then, James and Regulus had spent nearly every free minute together. Regulus had all but moved in. His excuse for not going home was to give Sirius and Remus some time for themselves. 

“That and Sirius is a screamer. There are only so many times I can hear him getting off before I’m jabbing a pencil in my ear.” Regulus had grimaced when James asked why he hadn’t been home in a week. James hadn’t minded, not really. They got along so well. He still didn’t understand why it had taken him so long to notice Regulus. He supposed it was because he’d always seen him as Sirius’s little brother. Well, now he was Sirius’s little brother and the man who did unspeakable things to him. 

He hadn’t broached the subject of labels. He wasn’t sure Regulus would respond well to being called his boyfriend. He thought he’d leave it for a bit and see where they went before he scared him off. As far as he knew, Regulus had never had a serious relationship, just a few dalliances here and there. 

James was busy in the kitchen making dinner. Nothing special, just pasta and sauce and a ton of grated cheddar cheese for him and a block of Parmesan for Regulus. —“Heathen.” Regulus had called him the first time they’d had pasta.— When there was a soft knock at the door. He put down the wooden spoon he’d been using to stir the pasta sauce and went to answer it. 

Regulus was standing on the doormat, bottle of wine in hand.

“I heard a sexy dark-haired Adonis was living here.” He said as his eyes ran up and down James’s person, taking in the bikini-clad headless lady’s body printed on the apron he was wearing. “But clearly, that information was incorrect.” He bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. 

“Oh, shut up and get in. Dinners nearly ready.” James huffed, turning his back on Regulus and returned to the kitchen to check that his sauce wasn’t burning.

Regulus came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him as he reached up on his tiptoes to kiss James’s neck. James tilted his head to the side to allow Regulus’s mouth more access. He moaned gently as Regulus sucked little marks into the delicate skin. 

“Reg, dinner will be spoilt if you continue.” He groaned, knowing exactly where this was going. Regulus moved to the other side of James’s neck and began sucking and kissing there as well.  

James’s breathing became ragged. “Reg,” He whined as he pathetically stirred the bubbling pan. 

The timer on James’s phone went off, startling Regulus and giving James a second to clear his head. “You,” He growled, brandishing the dripping wooden spoon. “Sit down and behave.” He waited until Regulus did as he was told and began serving their dinner. 

They were tidying up the used plates when there was a knock at the door. James went to answer it, Regulus following closely after. 

“Hey, dickhead. I’ve bought you some clean clothes seeing as you haven’t been home in a week. Oh, and you had a delivery this morning. It was signed for, with the angry beeps and everything.” Sirius stood in the doorway holding out an A4 packet. It was thick and looked important. Regulus froze as he stared at it. Sirius wiggled it in front of him. “Earth to Reggie. Come in Reggie—Oi Regulus!” James put a hand on Regulus’s shoulder, snapping him out of his stupor. 

With shaking hands, Regulus carefully took the packet from Sirius and, without a word, walked past James into the office, shutting the door behind him. 

“Do you know what’s in that?” James asked, looking confusedly at the closed door. 

“No idea.” Sirius shrugged. “Gonna invite me in for a cuppa then? Instead of leaving me standing out in the cold.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, yeah, sure, come in.” James moved aside, letting Sirius pass.

They left Regulus alone. He’d come and tell them what was up when he was ready. James made him a cup of tea anyway. 

It took Regulus over half an hour to emerge from James’s office, the now open packet still in his hands. 

He sat down at the kitchen table opposite James. James hurriedly made a fresh cup of tea and slid it across the table. Sirius pulled a hip flask out of his pocket and poured a liberal amount of whisky into the tea. 

They sat and waited in silence. Finally, Regulus took a sip from his scalding tea and inhaled loudly. 

“That was a job offer for my dream job.” He told them, his voice quiet and not at all excited. 

“Wow, that’s amazing, Regulus, congratulations.” James beamed at him, his eyes crinkling at what he thought was good news. Sirius, on the other hand, knew his brother better. 

“What’s up, Reg?” He said, watching his brother’s reactions through narrowed eyes. 

“It’s a three-year contract.” He told them, swallowing audibly. 

“So, what’s the problem?” James was worried now, cottoning on to the tension that had taken over Regulus’s body. 

“In New York,” Regulus said almost apologetically. All the air escaped out of James’s body. 

“Oh…”   

Next part

[unsurprisinglyren]

Heathen Helpline

(Current WIP)

Seeing his little brother cry drove Dean higher. Made him harder.

Teardrops were wet on the curve of Sam’s bottom lip, a glisten – you’re my type, Sammy. Not those women with their soft-skin and tender breasts. You, with your sharp gasps and throaty grunts; spread out, held down, sweat-drenched, begging for more, you.

Dean couldn’t say it out loud. The words wouldn’t come out, kept sticking behind his tongue, viscous and bitter. But it didn’t matter, not when he had Sam underneath him, a writhing thing, warm-skinned, broken-breath and damp-lashed and whimpering, high and pitiful as though that would make Dean stop. As though it didn’t drive him to madness, a hot slither of heat through his insides.

“Don’t, Dean –”

“You’ll be fine.” Dean promised him.

It didn’t ease Sam’s fear. Only made him struggle all the more, a desperate thrashing of his body under Dean’s. Sharp knees and jutting hipbones and the frantic keening sounds of a desperate, wrecked little boy.

And yeah. Seeing his little brother cry was addictive.

Dean liked the way his eyes screwed shut, tear-wet. The slick of snot. Oh, sweet, broken little boy. The breathless, panicked sounds he made as Dean bent over him, pressing his palms into the bones of the little wrists, forcing his hands into the unforgiving hardwood floor.

An arch of Sam’s back, trying to escape the crush of Dean’s grip, the heavy weight of him straddled over him. Dean tightened his knees on either side of Sam’s hips, holding the squirming boy tighter. Harder. A delicious bump of their crotches, the searing edge of more.

Dean needed more. Not just the tears. Or the wet-choked breaths. The fear – while lovely – wasn’t enough. He needed more.

“I’m going to take good care of you, Sammy.”

“You’re hurting me!”

“I know.” I want to. I want to hurt you, Sammy. Make you cry, make you bleed.

And yeah, that was it, that was the more he was looking for.

He leaned in closer, pressing his chest up against Sam’s heaving ribcage, nuzzling his chin into the crook of Sam’s neck, warm skin, slightly moist from sweat, salty and soft under his tongue when he opened his mouth and bit down; a clench of his teeth over the thrumming artery there.

“Ah! Dean! N-no!”

But Sammy didn’t have a say in this. Held down, a pretty boy for Dean to play with. Dean suckled at the delicate skin, tasting, claiming. Sam gave a weak little cry, a sob catching low in his chest, a hitch against Dean’s body. Dean dug his teeth in harder, then released.

“You agreed.” Dean reminded him, pulling back enough to see the mark left. The reddened indents of his teeth. The suck-bruise. Perfect. So pretty against Sam’s skin.

Sam gritted his teeth, a pulse of his jaw, a wet, acidic glare. But he softened. Relented. Submitting to Dean oh so sweetly.

“Good boy.” Dean bent back down to the abused neck, biting down, a hard, unremitting clamp of his teeth. He felt the skin give way, a sudden splitting of flesh under his teeth. And Sam screamed – noisy boy – breathless from the hurt, body held stiff under Dean’s, motionless, held taut in the throes of pain as Dean sucked hard at the copper-tinged skin.

“I can’t, De. I can’t! Mmh! Stop, stop, please!”

Dean didn’t stop. Sam had agreed to this. If he wanted it to stop, he had to use his words. His safe-word. Nothing short of that was going to stop Dean.

And Dean leaned back in, a dip of his head, pressing his mouth to the bitemark; an open-mouthed kiss that left a glimmer of saliva in its wake when Dean pulled back a little to trail the tip of his tongue up under the tender underside of Sam’s jaw, tracing the boyishly soft jawline with a long, slow lick and a hot, moist breath breathed against the tremble of Sam’s skin.

“You like that, Sammy?”

“Uh-huh.” Not exactly a resounding yes. But Sam was a warm thing underneath him, breathy and vibrating with the effort of being a good boy for Dean, his body held taut and his jaw clenched and that was delectable but what was better was the little half-hearted attempts Sam was making at rutting up against Dean’s crotch.

Aborted little lifts of his slim hips, helpless small boy. Dean’s stomach seared brightly with the all-consuming need to take. To own completely. Inexorably. To devour his little brother whole and leave no crumbs.

Such an ill-fitting, malevolent sensation that cut through the core of him. At odds to the warmth building in his chest, the fondness as Sam made another soft noise for him, uncertain, pinned down as he was, hapless, at Dean’s mercy.

And again, the need to take, take, take, came upon him like a sickness. Heat down the length of his spine, hot in the pit of his stomach.

Dean bent closer, using his hands – which still gripped firmly to Sam’s wrist – as an anchor for his weight. He got a bitten back curse word for that, which he clicked his tongue at, a slight admonishment, but Sam wasn’t listening, or didn’t care. His fringe was soft but damp with perspiration; it stuck to his forehead and temples. His throat rippled with a swallow; the bob of his baby-boy Adam’s apple hard to resist.

But Dean didn’t lean in to nibble down Sam’s throat. He held himself very still, waiting for his brother’s full attention. For Sam to drag himself out of his thoughts and away from his physical discomfort, and focus solely on Dean.

He did so with a pitiful mewling little sound that done very wrong things to Dean’s lower half.

“De, it really hurts this time!”

“Yeah, I know, Sammy.” Soft-voiced. He knew it was at odds to the jarringly rough-edged expression on his face. Perhaps his expression was worse than he’d thought, for Sam’s eyes widened while his brow crumpled up. He looked very young wearing such an expression.

And tentatively he asked; “Are you angry?”

Dean wasn’t angry. Though he supposed it looked that way to Sam.

“I’m not angry.” He said, yet the strange need was simmering hotly inside him still. Unrelenting. Unsettling. It went beyond his usual desire to hold-down and take what he wanted from Sam. It went beyond the bounds of normal by a long-shot.

“You look like you’re going to hit me.”

“I’m not.”

I don’t want to hit you, baby. I want to devour you. I want to bite into your flesh and taste the bitter salt of your blood. I want to rip you apart. I want to be so far inside you I rearrange your guts and you feel me bruising up your insides. I want to have you every way I can, Sammy. Physically, mentally, carnally.

It was a sobering, sudden revelation and Dean felt his grip falter a little on the skinny wrists under his palms. Sam took the opportunity to wriggle them free and Dean let him, because something had shifted within him – a loose piece had come unstuck and falling free – and he was unsure just how deep this new desire went.

Whether it would cross the line – cross the line out, more likely – and fuck. Yeah. He already knew it was fucked-up.

“Dean?” Sam was trying to sit up under him, he settled for propping his elbows under him, peering up through the fall of his fringe at Dean; all wide-eyed and still slightly breathless. The hollow of his throat was damp. Dean saw the thrumming heartbeat under the thin skin there. The robust beat of blood through an artery.

It was beautiful. Captivating.

He leaned in, smelling the boyish musk to Sam’s skin, the sourness of his sweat, and he heard Sam lose a shaky exhale as he opened his mouth and clamped his teeth down over the frantic pulse. He did nothing more than that.

Both of them held motionless; Dean’s head bent to the crook of Sam’s neck, teeth held in place but not hard, not painfully. He licked at the skin; velvet under his tongue. And felt the desperate clamour of Sam’s heartbeat.

It wasn’t enough. Not really. Not at all. But at the risk of taking things too far and hurting Sammy obdurately, Dean fastened his grip on his self-control and dialled back the play. Turning it gentle. Not something he often did – though, he was never too forceful or physical with Sam, he knew the kids limits even if Sam didn’t quite know himself, yet. Dean knew when to push a little further and when to back off and give Sam time to regain his equilibrium.

He knew, too, when to back off and give himself space to regather his control.

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I've got to feel, how it feels, to be loved by you...

Summary:

Alpha!Captain Syverson x Omega!POC!Reader "Sunny" No matter the circumstances, love finds a way. It’s up to you to accept them.

Warnings:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Captain Syverson, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Mutually Unrequited, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Humor, Female Character of Color, POV Multiple

Notes:

Hello Heathens! I may have written this as a comfort fic for myself. Happy Reading! I do not own rights to any of the songs or lyrics used in this fic. I have linked them for your hearing pleasure. Please give these artists a listen. Where Are They Now?

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Your brother Dante is finally coming home after a long deployment. Your childhood home is always the first place he would stop once he was stateside and allowed leave. Per your mothers request, your attendance was required for his homecoming.

You're humming along to a tune in your head as you keep busy in the kitchen where you've spent a good portion of your life. You're filling a pitcher with fresh Sun Tea, when the mouth watering scent of amber, sandalwood, leather, and a hint of redwood trees, wafts in. The same scent that's haunted your dreams since you first presented.

You allow yourself a moment to just inhale the intoxicating aroma of the Alpha you’ve been in love with since you were little. The same Alpha you believe could never be yours. He’s your brother's best friend. Which isn't so bad when you think about it, he’s not that much older than you, but you know he sees you as nothing more than little miss Sunshine, Dante’s annoying little sister. 

Your damn hormones just need to knock it off. No matter how amazing he smells, he’s not yours. You’re sure he has his choice in Omegas, hell you’ve seen the types of women he takes to his bed. But I’ve never seen one stick other than Julia in high school and that ended horribly when they left for basic and she found herself another Alpha to claim her in his absence. Stupid bitch. No one deserves that kind of pain. Especially Sy. He’s the most kind hearted Alpha I’ve ever known. 

A smooth southern drawl breaks you out of your thoughts. “Hey Sunshine. How’d I know I’d find you hiding in here?”

“Hey there yourself, Captain. You know me, barefoot and in the kitchen is my second favorite place to be next to curled up with a good book in the sunshine.” You look over at his large frame that is blocking the entry way. “You’re looking good. No visible wounds this time around. Impressive beard. Oh and I’m loving the fuzzy cue ball look.”

“Oh yeah.” He rubs his hand over his head. “Why’s that?”

“It just looks like a good place to run my fingers through. I’m sure it’s soft with just the right amount of prickly. Kind of like you.” You chuckle to yourself.

You watch his cerulean eyes slightly dilate, perusing your body at his leisure. He wets his lips with his tongue, smirking when he catches you following the muscles trek with your own eyes. “Feel free to give it a try anytime, Sunshine.” He winks as he moves out of the way for your mother and brother to walk in. 

“Pipsqueak! It’s been too long.” Your brother pulls you in for a bear hug. 

“Hey Dante. I missed you too.” You squeeze him back.

“Is that Sun Tea?” He says over your shoulder.

“You know it” You release him.

“You’re the best Pippy.” He quips as he makes his way over to pour himself a glass. 

“Meh. I just know how much ya’ll miss the comforts of home when you’re gone all the time.” You shrug. “Speaking of. How long are you back for this time?”

“Well, we weren't going to say anything just yet; but that was our last tour. We have decided it’s time to come home and open up that Auto shop we always dreamed of.” Dante nonchalantly states.

“What?!” You squeak out. “You’re for serial? You’re coming home for good?”

“You heard him right, Sunshine.” Sy cuts in. “We’ve saved enough up to lay down some roots finally.”

“That is just wonderful boys.” Your mother says with tears of joy brimming her eyes. “Maybe finally someone can give me some grandkids to spoil while I’m still young enough to do so.”

“What are you relying on me for? I’ve been overseas most of the time. It’s not my fault Pippy can’t find an Alpha that can handle all her crazy.” Dante jabs.

“You wound me hermano.” You reply in jest. You know he means nothing by it, but the words still sting nonetheless. You’ve tried to find an Alpha compatible enough for you to let them claim you, but it just hasn't worked out. You can't help but instinctively compare them to Sy and let’s face it, no one compares to him. You’ve come to terms with the very real fact that you may never find someone and heat sickness will be the end of you someday.

“Aw come on Pippy. You know I’m just playing.” He gives you his most charming smile. “Sy’s not doing any better either. So don’t feel too bad.”

“Wow. Just gonna throw that out there like that.” Sy says in disbelief. “I’m team Sunshine on this one. I too am wounded.”

This gets a laugh out of you and you smile up at him. “Thank you Captain. It’s good to have someone in my corner against such disrespect.” 

“Alright. Alright. Enough. You kids, no matter how old you get, are always the same. I’m over it.” Your mom pipes up. “You’re finally home for good. That’s cause for celebration. This Saturday we will have a BBQ to mark the return of my boys.” She’s beaming with joy now.

“That sounds like a great idea mama.” You turn towards Sy. “It’ll be nice having you back. Feels like something is missing whenever ya’ll are away.” You glance at the clock on the oven. “Shit! Sorry mama but I gotta get going. I promised Liv I’d watch Ro tonight so she and Cameron could go out. Just shoot me a text with whatever you need help with for the BBQ.” 

“I’ll walk out with ya. I need to grab something out of the truck anyway.” Sy states.

“Sure. Night Mama. See ya later D. I’m glad you’re home.” You turn towards Sy and head towards the front door.

He places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you out the door and to your car. Butterflies erupt in your stomach from that small touch alone. He sort of crowds you in against your driver side door once you arrive, his delicious scent enveloping you. The calming breath you try and take makes it worse as your core reacts, slick beginning to dampen your panties and the tiniest involuntary whine slips out. You hope he didn't hear you, or better yet that he can't smell the arousal coming off you.

You chance a look up at his face and are met with the flare of his nostrils as he inhales, his pupils dilating with lust and a low growl emitting from his chest. Before your hormones make you do something crazy, you clear your throat and speak up. “Thanks for walking me out, Sy. I’m really happy you’re home.” 

You lean up and place a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Have a good night, Captain.” You quickly open your door and climb in. He takes a step back so you can reverse out. You give him a little wave as you pull onto the street. Gazing in your rear-view you see him, still in the driveway, fingers grazing the skin you just kissed with a dopey smile on his face. 

Saturday…

To say that you’ve struggled through this week, would be an understatement. Your thoughts have been inundated by a certain Alpha and your hormones can’t seem to get the memo that now is not the time to go into a heat. You’ve been feeling preheat symptoms for the last day or two, which means if you’re not careful you may start before you can safely lock yourself away at home. 

Let’s just hope I can make it through this BBQ without combusting into a ball of pheromones and slick. 

You’ve arrived early to help set up. What you don't expect to see upon entering the backyard is Sy moving the outdoor furniture around at your mothers command. Watching his muscles flex and move as he arranges the pieces with ease is not doing your preheat body any favors. You can already feel your temperature rising.

Shaking yourself free of the very dirty thoughts trying to flood your brain, you head over to the tables leaned up against the house to begin the process of decorating and making the food presentable. “D! Get your ass over here and set up these tables for me so I can get them up to Mama’s high standards already.”

“Watch that mouth of yours young lady. You may be grown but you ain't too grown for me to whip that ass.” She snarks as you laugh and blow her a kiss.

“Why do I have to do it? Sy’s the one moving furniture around already.” Dante complains.

“I mean if you’d prefer to look like some weak little beta bitch cus you won’t move a measly table or two while Sy shows off how much of a big strong Alpha he is, so be it.” You shrug your shoulders and begin to set a table up yourself. 

Before you can even get the first leg propped out Dante is snatching the folding table away from you. “Give me that you little fucking brat. Always tearing a man down. No wonder you're still single. No one can handle all that attitude.”

“I happen to enjoy all that attitude. Who says an Omega has to be soft and sweet all the time?” Sy chimes in, taking over setting up the other table. “It’s so much more worth it when you have to work for it in my opinion.” His eyes scan your frame, taking in all the exposed skin, your flannel skirt and crop top put on display. 

“Is that so?” You question. “Thrill of the chase I assume.”

“Nah Sunshine.” He places the table up right and gives you his full attention. “The chase is fun and all. Don't get me wrong. But that final surrender when they submit willingly to you is a rush like no other. When they give in to their wants and needs and just let you take control. Worth every moment of resistance.”

You swallow, trying to bring saliva to your suddenly parched mouth. Other parts of your body are clearly more than properly hydrated. In fact they are starting to make themselves known. You’re going to need a pantie change soon if he doesn't stop looking at you like that while he smells so damn delicious.

“Thanks boys. Now go be useful somewhere else, so I can work my magic.” You shoo them away.

“Still don’t get why I gotta help set up a party in my honor anyway.” Dante grumbles.

Sy slaps him upside his head. “Do you even think before you blurt out stupid shit? Don’t be an ungrateful asshole. You should be thankful you’re alive to be celebrated at all.” He growls out.

“Damn. Shit.” He rubs the back of his head. “I am, okay. Jeez. What the fuck is with you this afternoon anyway? You need to get laid already man. Relieve some of that pent up aggression.” 

“Sorry D. Let me grab us some beer before we start up the grill. Might even let you man it for a bit.” He replies back.

“You most certainly will not, Captain. I would like the food to be edible. He is not to be trusted with the grill. Let him look pretty standing next to you so he can flirt with all the pretty ladies I know Ma and her friends invited. Who I know will flock to get their hands on some Alphas fresh off of deployment.”  You tell him as he walks by on his way into the kitchen, through the patio door. 

He stops in his tracks and tosses you a look over his shoulder. “He can have ‘em. I have my eyes on something far better than tag chasers.”

His response stuns you as he just continues on his way. What could he possibly mean? Is he dating someone? Just my luck. He was never to be mine anyways, right? Looks like I’ll be heading to Maxwells tonight after all.

Sy’s POV

The afternoon has been filled with good food, catching up with old friends and diverting all the female attention to Dante. I have my mind set on one female in particular. The same one who I’ve told myself for years I shouldn't pursue because she’s not only younger than me but she’s my best friend's little sister as well.

I’m over denying myself though. If anything, she smells even better now than when I first caught her scent after she presented. She has a recurring role in my fantasies and I’m ready to make those become reality. Not just the ones that have her writhing on my knot but the ones where she has my mark on her delicate throat, taken my last name and is round with my pup. 

Don't get me started on that barefoot and in the kitchen comment she made the other night. The images that produced, had me subtly readjusting before I embarrassed myself. Almost had to do it again today when I caught a whiff of your tantalizing scent, it was definitely sweeter than usual. She could be in preheat. It would make sense why I am so close to a rut all of a sudden too.

Time to stop thinking about the woman of my dreams and actually find her. It’s been awhile since I last saw her stunning face in the crowd. Maybe Dante knows where she is.

I head on over to Dante, who’s wooing the Omegas and our childhood friends with another war story. “Hey. Have you seen Sunshine?”

“Not in a bit. No.” He replies.

“Damnit. Alright.”

“Knowing where her heads been lately, I’m sure she just ducked out and headed over to Maxwells.” 

“Why would she be at Maxwells?”

“He found her singing while doing yard work for Ma one day, the summer she turned 21 actually, and begged her to come sing at the bar. Said it was a place she was always welcome to sing and drink for free. It’s where she’s been spending most of her nights since what happened to Cora. Music therapy or something, is what she said.” Dante divulges.

“You up for a drink and some entertainment?” I ask.

Dante looks over at the little omega clinging to his bicep. “What do you think sweetness? Wanna head out with this overgrown asshole.”

She nods her head. “Sure. I hear your sister puts on quite the show. I’ve never been able to catch one myself.”

“Guess we’re moving the party then.” He looks around, spotting his mother. “Hey Ma! We’re heading over to Maxwells to watch Pippy. You good with us leaving or do you want us to help clean up?”

“Go! Give my girl some extra love for me will you. She needs all that she can get. Clean up will be handled. Go have fun!” She yelled back.

“Let’s go. Meet ya there.” I can't stop the grin from spreading across my face.

Maxwell's Lounge

The atmosphere in Maxwells hasn’t changed in all the years since any of you have been able to partake in this establishment. A gritty, bit rundown, hole in the wall blues club. Dark wood and mix match tables scattered throughout. Not to mention Old Man Maxwell holding court at the end of the bar as his nephew tended to customers. 

The main attraction of this place has always been the stage. Whenever someone graced its worn in wood and filled the space with soulful music, it came alive. Just like it was now. All eyes were on you, as your leaned back against the piano, Mello playing the keys, aiding you in entrancing the crowd with the hauntingly beautiful sound of your voice as you sang about being Lonely. 

I'm slowly killing myself

I'm trying so hard at the back of the shelf

It's just the same every day

I'm writing these songs that will never get played

I get told what's wrong and what's right

I don't have a romantic life

And everyone's dying, so I keep on trying

To make 'em proud before they are gone

But can't someone help me?

Oh, please, someone help me

I don't care, anyone, anything

'Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely

Miss all my family

I don't care, anyone, anything

'Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely

You get so lost in the lyrics that you don't notice the newest patrons to have entered the bar. The space is filled with a mingle of scents and designations but you swear you can pick up on Sy’s very specific scent perfuming the air along with your brothers.

Opening your eyes, you scan the small crowd until it lands on your brother hugged up with some female and Sy. They’re getting settled at a table and involuntarily your heart decides to pick up its cadence. Sure they’ve heard you sing around the house, but this is different. This is where you lay everything out on the table. Where you come to release all those pesky feelings and emotions you can’t always articulate in your day to day life. 

This could work in your favor though. There is that new song you’ve been working on with Carmello that would be perfect for this occasion. Blame it on preheat hormones if you must but what better time to get out how you feel about the Alpha of your dreams than safely on stage. Shoot your shot right. He’ll either get it’s about him or he won’t, no matter the result you can finally move forward in whatever direction it takes you. 

As you finish the final notes of your current song, you turn towards Mello and whisper. “I’m changing things up a bit. I want to debut Loved by You next. Think you can grab your guitar and inform the girls while I do a little intro?”

He smiles that infamous cheshire cat grin at you. “Would this change to the set list have anything to do with the fact that Sy just walked in with your brother and you’re in preheat.”

“Carmello Antoni! How dare you make accurate assumptions of my motives.” You clutch your imaginary pearls in fake shock.

“Please Sunny, you’ve been in love with that man since grade school. It’s about time you do something about it. I’ve seen what his scent does to ya. The fact that you're in preheat when you're not due for one for another month right as he comes back to town.” He tilts his head to the side and smirks. “Well that’s some true mates shit if I do say so myself. So I’ll help you get your man because if I don’t, you’ll just stay stuck in your head daydreaming forever.”

“I want to be bothered by your words but unfortunately you’re speaking the truth.” You sigh. “Alright, let’s do this then.” 

Sy’s POV

“Wow. Your little sister really is good.” The omega attached to Dante blurts out.

“Yeah. Who knew the little pipsqueak who used to sing along with the radio while she messed around in the kitchen or played in the yard could hold a crowd's attention like this.” Dante responds.

“I did.” Sy imparts. “Sunshine always lights up any place she’s in. It just makes sense that she would be a natural at this. I’ve never seen her so comfortable before. It’s nice. Even if the song she’s singing is technically sad.”

“I didn’t know you noticed my little sister that much Sy.” Dante nudges him. “Should I be worried?”

“Stop that.” The omega speaks up. “Sy is a great guy. And he’s known you sister her whole life. Why wouldn’t you want an Alpha like him pursuing her? I would think that makes him the best candidate. Plus, true mates are a thing. What if he’s hers? What are you going to do, shun your best friend and sister because they are meant for each other? That'd be a dick move don't you think.”

“I like her. She’s feisty. Just what your reckless ass needs.” Sy chimes in.

Dante looks down at her. “You're gonna pay for that feisty little mouth later but I guess you’re right. They are both adults and if something happens it’s really none of my business.” He turns to Sy. “Unless you hurt her. You know firsthand what I’m capable of, Captain. Best friend or not, I will always protect her.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He sincerely states. “I just want to be extremely clear here. You’re saying that if I wanted to make your sister mine, you wouldn’t stop me?”

“I’m not loving the claim implied in that, but yes, I won’t stop you going after Pippy if you so choose.” He grits out.

“I’ll drink to that.” Sy raises his glass with Dante following suit. They cheers and each take a big swig as they watch you sing the final notes of that hauntingly beautiful song and lean over to whisper something to Mello for a few moments before heading over to the mic stand.

He watches you address the bar, like you’ve done this hundreds of times before. “How’s everybody doing tonight?” You nod along to their replies. “Good. Good. That’s what I like to hear. Thank you for letting me entertain ya tonight and get some things off my chest.”

He watches as you take a deep breath before you continue on. “I recently lost someone very close to me in a horrible way and that last song was a representation of my grief. Music heals all wounds right. I hope it brought some peace to ya’ll as well.”

Mello walks back on stage with a guitar and two females who take up a place to your right behind another mic. “Now we’ve made a little change to tonight's set list. Ya see, my brother Dante and his best friend Sy just got back from their final deployment and it looks like they have escaped from the BBQ in their honor and have graced us with their presence.” You wave in their direction.

“Normally we do standard blues covers and revamps of modern songs. Tonight I’ve decided to debut something I’ve been working on for a while now. The timing just feels right. I hope ya’ll enjoy it.”

With a subtle nod from you, Mello begins to play. Your voice begins to fill the space and he can't help but be captivated by your honeyed words and sweet voice.

Bless my soul I've been alone too long Somebody without someone Is no one at all And baby all these nights I've struggled and fought my pride Scared that someone your type Couldn't see past my flaws 'Cause I've heard that heaven ain't easy to get to, ooh The closest I'll get might be right next to you, ooh For I've got to know I got to feel how it feels To be loved by you Ooh, I got to touch something real Can I feel and be loved by you Jealousy is getting the best of me Thinking about you sleep without me in town And I had no peace 'til you give me clarity I need to hear and see If I matter at all 'Cause I've heard that heaven ain't easy to get to, ooh The closest I get might be right next to you For I've got to know I got feel how it feels To be loved by you Ooh, I got to touch something real Can I feel and be loved by you? Ooh, I got to feel it (How it feels to be loved) Ooh, I got to feel it (How it feels to be loved) Ooh, I might not get another chance (how it feels to be loved) Cannot let it slip out of my hands How does it feel to be loved by you?

The whole room disappears as he locks eyes with you. He feels as if the words were meant for him and him alone. A declaration that yes, it was finally time to stake his fucking claim and make you his. No other Omega compared and after that brief talk with Dante, there really is nothing holding him back but himself. 

There’s a small pause after your final note before the crowd erupts in applause. He and Dante being the loudest, rising from their chairs, whistling long and loud. 

You don’t know it yet, but I’m coming home with you tonight Sunshine, and if I have my way, I’m never leaving.

They watch your smile light up the room as you address the club once more. “Thanks for letting me get that out.” You softly chuckle into the mic. “I’ve taken up enough time on this lovely stage. Now it’s time for me to pass the mic off to the talented Mr. Carmello. I leave you in good hands. Lovers and fiends alike, I wish you a magical night.” You blow a tiny kiss to the crowd and exit the stage.

He wastes no time standing up from the table and making his way towards the back hallway where he knows a small dressing room awaits. He’s going to catch you before you even think about leaving.

He just barely catches Dante shouting out to his retreating frame. “Don’t fuck it up Capatin. I’ll never let you live it down.” He shakes his head and continues on with his mission.

You're making your way down the hall to the dressing room. You just want to grab your shit and hightail it the hell out of here so you can succumb to your wanton needs in the peace of your own home. You’ve just reached the door when a large warm hand glides across your waist, pulling you back and spinning you around.

Before you know it you're caged against the wall, staring up into Sy’s cerulean blue orbs. He has this wild look in his eyes that you've never seen before. Your heart is galloping in your chest so fast, you swear he can hear it as you hold his gaze.

“Who?” Rumbles out of his chest. 

“Who?” You throw back with confusion.

“The song Sunshine.” He lets out a breath that feels like he’s been holding on to. “Who were you singing that for?”

“Oh…” You bite your lip and look away, while you mull over the ramifications of confessing, preparing yourself for the worse. “Um. It was about you.” You mumble out.

“I want to make sure I heard you right, Omega. Say that again for me?” His voice is calm although his body is clearly strung tight.

You clear your throat, locking eyes with him once more as you speak with conviction. “You, Sy. Every word was for you.”

“Good.” He takes a step closer, his barrel of a chest grazing yours with each inhale.

“Good? Why is that good?” You inquire.

“Because I know you won't push me away when I do this.” Before you can respond with a sassy retort, he lifts your chin and presses his mouth to yours, kissing the breath out of you. 

It’s more than just a kiss, it’s a declaration that he’s going to make you his. You surrender to it. Melting into him and wrapping your hands around his biceps. He has one hand resting against the base of your throat while the other is gripping your waist, pulling you in closer. 

You finally pull apart, in desperate need of air. “Not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m done hiding how I feel about you. How your scent drives me fucking crazy.” He runs his nose along your neck, scenting you. “I know you're on the verge of your heat. You smell even more tasty than you did the night I came home and found you in your mama’s kitchen.”

“That would be your fault actually. I wasn't due a heat for another month.” You tease his beard with your fingers. “One good whiff of you and my body took over. Crying out for her Alpha.”

“Guess we’re true mates then, Sugar. I’ve been on the edge of my Rut all week after smelling you.” He nips your bottom lip. “That what you want, Omega? For me to make you mine? Am I the Alpha worthy enough to claim you?”

“Do you want to claim me, Sy?” You ask shyly. Not able to look him in the eye.

He turns your head to face him with his forefinger. “It’s all I’ve wanted for years. Since you presented, actually. I just thought I’d never get the chance because of your brother. Didn't want to ruin things for any of us.” 

“I know the feeling quite well.” You admit. 

“You do?” He does that cute little head tilt thing dogs do when they're confused.

“Yeah.” You nod your head, focused on his mouth instead of his eyes. “I’ve been drawn to you for as long as I can remember. I used to think it was just because you were around all the time, therefore your scent became safe and familiar. Until I presented and I found myself stealing any item of clothing you left behind or slept on to secretly hide in my nest. The amount of times I’ve attached my nose to your scent while going through a heat alone is embarrassing.”

He begins to purr. “Omega. I need you to look me in the eyes.”

Once your eyes meet his, you're lost in the black pools that have overtaken them and the sliver of blue that remains. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here but you're making it difficult to not pull you into that dressing room or out to my truck to show you just how much knowing I brought you comfort during your heats affects me.”

He pins you to the wall by his hips, allowing you to feel the hard steel trying to break free behind his zipper from your words. You grind against him and moan quietly. “Who says I need you to be a gentleman right now.” You pull him down to your mouth by his neck, almost touching your lips. 

“These panties are already ruined and I would really like to ride out my heat at home. Meet me there.” You kiss him and shimmy under his arm, shuffling into the dressing room to grab your purse before you head down the hall to the exit and out to your car. 

He wastes no time heading back to the table to let Dante know he’s leaving and he’ll check in with him later. Rushing to his truck, he barely catches you leaving the lot before he high tails it out of there and follows you home, hot on your heels. 

As soon as you cut your engine off he is already out of his truck and pulling you free from your car and over his shoulder. Smacking your ass on the way to the front door, where he turns to allow you to unlock it. As you're making your way inside, world upside down, you notice your nosy neighbor, Carol across the street mouth agape at what's happening. You wave at her and holler goodnight just as Sy turns and kicks the door closed, sending a wink her way.

Instead of taking you straight to your bedroom, like you expected him to do with all the hormones coursing through the both of you; Sy sets you down on your feet in the living room. You give him a look of bewilderment as he takes a seat on your couch. “I thought we were headed for my room to get a head of the heat curve.” You pout.

He crooks his fingers in a come hither fashion and pats his massive thigh. “Come here Sunshine. I just wanna make sure everything is clear and we’re on the same page before we’re lost to our baser instincts. I have no plans of stopping once I start. So while we are both of sound body and mind we need to be honest in what we want out of this.”

You feel a warmth engulf your chest as you listen to him speak about making sure this is what you want before you lose yourself to the pull of a knot. It solidifies how amazing of an Alpha, Sy is. It’s making your decision to follow your instincts the best course of action. Who cares what anyone else may think. You’re an adult after all and this is your life, you're done living it alone, pining for the one Alpha you thought you couldn't have. He’s here and apparently he always has been. Torturing himself with the same pining and doubts that you’ve had. It’s time to leave that behind though and leap head first into your future together.

You casually, well as casually as your nerves will allow, walk over to him and stand between his spread legs. He is having none of that though, gripping you by your waist and depositing you on his thighs so that you are straddling him, the high slit in your skirt agape. 

“That’s better.” He runs a finger along your jaw. “Now. Do you want to flat out tell me what you want? Or would you prefer I outright ask questions and you answer honestly?”

You place your hands on his abs to help balance yourself. “For fear of jumbling up my words out of nervousness I wouldn't mind answering questions. Less chance of me screwing  it up.” You chuckle quietly.

He nods his head. “That’s fine by me Sunshine.” He smiles warmly at you. “First. Your heat. How do you want me involved with that? Do you just want me to take the edge off so you can ride it out alone or do you want me to stick around for the duration?”

You clear your throat. “A bit of both. I want you to take the edge off but I don't want you to leave. I’d like to go through it together as I know your rut is close and I may trigger it.”

“You’re not wrong there, Omega. I’d be honored to help you through your heat. Have you ever had an Alpha aid you before?” He places a hand on your exposed thigh, high up where if he moved his finger just so, it’d graze you slick soaked panties.

You squirm from the sensation of warmth his skin brings. “No. I’ve always ridden out my heats alone. Just me, my nest and the inflatable knot dildo, Cora gifted me.”

He squeezes your thigh before skimming his index finger along the edge of your panties and pulling them aside. “That right Omega? You’ve never taken a real knot during your heat. Did you fuck yourself on a fake knot wishing it was me instead? You poor sweet little thing.” He slowly inserts two thick digits into your weeping slit. 

"Mmhmm Alpha. I was never truly satisfied with anyone. Knots didn't feel right. Thought something was wrong with me." You whimper out as your walls pulse with need around his fingers. 

"There’s nothing wrong with you, Sunshine. This tight little pussy" He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, groaning as the flavor hits his tongue. "That tastes like fucking heaven. Was made just for me. You're mine Omega and I'm going to prove it to you." 

He places you on the cushion next to him and gets down on his knees. He removes your skirt and panties, before spreading your thighs wide and letting out a deep growl. “Such a good little Omega for your big bad Alpha. All slick and ready for me.”

Before you can even blink he’s diving in, feasting on your sweet ambrosia, moaning and growling as he sets out to break you apart before he puts you back together on his knot. Circling his tongue around your engorged little clit and parting your swollen folds with his thick digits. Like the expert marksman that he is, he finds that sweet spongy spot that has you seeing stars rather quickly.

In under two minutes, sooner than you could have anticipated, your crying out and coming on his tongue. Coating his beard and fingers in your honey sweet nectar as you ride out your orgasm. 

You can’t help but to kiss his gorgeous face, when he lifts his head, tasting yourself on his tongue. As you move to sit back, you grab the back of his shirt, pulling it off his body, before yanking your own off. You're frantically seeking out his warmth to soothe your now aching muscles. Whimpering and whining until his exposed chest meets yours.

“I got you Omega.” He rubs your back as he holds you in his arms. “Heats starting to kick in now huh? Starting to feel achy and needed?”

You just nod against his chest. “I need your words, Omega.”

“Yes, Alpha. Want my nest.” You speak into his chest hair.

“Okay sugar. I’ll bring you to your nest. Is it already made?” He softly speaks, continuing to soothe you.

“I need to add some things for it to be perfect. It’s in my room. I started to make it on my bed before I left for the BBQ. Thought I’d have more time before it set in.” You whine.

“Shhh. Shh. It’s ok omega. We’ll go get it sorted. How about you tell me what you need and I’ll set you in your makeshift nest while I gather them up for you. That sound good?” He hugs you tighter.

“Please. I just need a couple blankets from the hall closest and your shirt.” You manage to get out.

“My shirt?” He purrs. “You want my scent in your nest Omega?”

“Please” You clutch his waist tighter. 

He kisses your forehead and grabs his shirt from the floor placing it in your hands as he proceeds to scoop you up in a bridal hold and carry you to your room. He sits you in the middle of your bed, where you quickly begin rearranging things to your liking while he heads back out into the hall to grab the blankets you requested.

A naughty little idea comes to you as you get your nest to a suitable place while you wait for the rest to be brought in. With a mischievous grin on your face you turn around, arch your back and lift your hips high into the air. Presenting your glistening folds and slick thighs to the door that your Alpha will be walking through any moment now. 

Sy stops in his tracks upon seeing the Omega of his dreams presenting before him in her nest. Your thick and sweet scent engulfing the room. His already hard dick thickens further in his jeans and the thin hold he had on his impending rut is obliterated.

“Omega.” He takes a step into the room, unbuckling his pants, to relieve some of the pressure before he breaks his zipper. “ Fuck you look so damn beautiful like this. Presenting so beautifully for me. An open invitation to fill you up with my knot.”

He’s made his way to the bed, pants and boxer briefs discarded along the way.  Placing his large hands on your ass, he spreads your cheeks, exposing your swollen lips to the cool air of the bedroom. He can’t help but to sneak a quick lick from clit to hole, growling at the sweet taste of you on his tongue.

“Might want to grab onto something, Omega. You’ve triggered my rut. It might get rough. But I know you can take it, cus you're made for me. I’m gonna make this so good for you Sunshine, I promise.”

“Please, Alpha. Need your knot.” You try and wiggle your hips in his iron grip, seeking out some relief.

“I know, baby. I got you. Take a deep breath for me.” He requests.

You take in a lungful of air as Sy slowly sinks in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against your ass while you adjust to his massive girth. The pleasured pain of his thick cock kissing your cervix, instantly sets you off, keening as you orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head as you let the aftershocks take over.

“Fuck! Did you just come from me sliding in, Omega? Your Alpha’s cock feels that good to your greedy little pussy couldn't help itself?” He grits out.

You just absently nod your head and whimper. “Yes. Feels so good. More. Need more. Move please, Alpha.”

All you hear is a deep growl before his hips slide back and he begins a brutal pace. Pulling you back on to his cock by your hips while he pummels your cunt with ferality. There is sure to be bruises adorning your skin from his possessive grip and you can’t  wait to admire them for the days to come.

He’s intense to say the least. Spouting out filth and vulgarity as he absolutely destroys your pussy. He has you so cock drunk that you can’t formulate anything other than guttural moans and screams, as you continue to come over and over again.

You imagine his stamina is probably great under normal circumstances. Clearly his rut takes the cake though because this stamina is of epic proportions. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve gushed on his cock at this point. The sheets are most certainly ruined from the pool of slick that has accumulated.

Just when you feel like you might pass out before his knot pops, he swivels his hips and changes up the tempo. Sneaking a hand around to tease your engorged and over sensitive little button. His other wraps around your throat and pulls you back against his chest. 

“Give me one more Omega. I can feel how close you are, baby. Wanna feel your tight little pussy choking my knot when I finally claim what’s mine. Come on. Be a good girl. Come for your Alpha.” He grunts out as his hips piston in and out of you. 

As if his command was all you needed, you plunge headfirst over the edge into a mind numbing orgasm. A kaleidoscope of colors dancing before your eyes as his knot inflates and he buries himself deeper. He growls into your neck as his own orgasm takes over, bathing your walls in his cum, locking you both together. You can't help but whine and writhe as he suckles a deep hickey along your neck, where he WILL eventually leave his bite. 

It’s a promise of what's to come as he courts you properly. For now he gently gathers you close and lays you both on your sides. Careful to not pull where you are currently joined until further notice. His fingers trace along your torso as he places soft kisses against your skin. Before you succumb to the pull of sleep you swear you hear him whisper out. “I can’t believe you're finally mine.” 

The next three days are spent in a haze of pheromones, catering to the needs of your designations as you ride out your mutual cycles together. Your combined scents permeate your home in their thick aroma, even after your needs have died down and the real world creeps back in.  

Sy has you wrapped in his strong arms in the kitchen as he prepares to head back home. Now that he’s had you he takes every opportunity to feel your skin on his in any way he can.

“Sunshine.” He looks down into your sweet eyes. “I know we just spent three days locked together but I would really like to take you out Friday night.” 

“Are you asking me on a proper date Captain?” You tease.

“Damn right I am. So what do you say, Sugar? Can I take you out?” 

“Yes please. I would love nothing more than to spend my Friday night with you.” You place a light kiss to his adams apple, eliciting a purr from him.

“I’m gonna get out of here and let you get ready for work before I pull you back into that comfy nest of yours.” He lifts your chin up and places a soft kiss to your lips before heading to the front door and letting himself out. “See ya Friday Sunshine.”

Friday Evening…

The date has been so sweet and simple. Just like the Alpha who organized it. You’re so glad he understood how much you really love the simpler things in life, like dinner at your favorite hole in the wall diner and a movie of your choosing with all the snacks you can dream of. It’s been a great night to say the least.

Now you're parked in your driveway in Sy’s truck, engaged in an epic goodnight kiss. You go to move onto his lap and he stops you. “That wasn't what tonight was about, Omega. I wanted to make sure you knew how serious I was about being your Alpha. There will be plenty of time to be naughty in the future. Trust me it's hard as hell but it’s worth it.” He kisses your lips once more.

He wasn't kidding when we said it was hard, if the large bulge in his jeans is anything to go by. You can’t help but lightly run your fingers along his hardon and bite your lip. 

“Come on, Sunshine. You know what you do to me when you bite those delectable lips like that.” He pulls your lip free. 

“Sorry. I can’t help it sometimes.” You look at him all doe eyed and innocent, as your mind is filled with nothing but all the filthy things you wish you two were doing right now. You need to get yourself out of this enclosed space with this mouthwatering scent before you beg him to come inside.

“Are you coming to my mom's for family dinner Sunday?” You ask.

He looks at you quizzically. “Of course. Why?”

“Would you like to go together? We can rip the band aid off and let them know we're a couple.”  

“So, does that make me your boyfriend now, Sugar?” He smirks. 

“Well you’re my Alpha aren't you? I’d say boyfriend is easily implied with that title. Well, unless one is married. Or not into labels…” You start rambling.

He laughs at your cuteness. “Sunshine, baby I get it. I’m your man. Damn proud of it too. I’ll pick you up on Sunday and we can take my truck to your mom’s together.”

You smile as wide as the Cheshire cat. “Perfect. Can’t wait. I better get inside and see if mom needs me to bring anything Sunday.” You lean over to kiss him. “Goodnight Alpha.” 

He growls and swats you on the ass as you get out of the truck. “Night Omega. Be good.”

Sunday Evening...

Pulling up to your childhood home you find yourself with a sudden rush of nerves. What kind of reaction will you receive when you walk in, tucked under Sy’s arm. Ever the observant man, your Alpha catches on to the shift in your mood. He gets out of the truck and proceeds to open your door. Leaning in he gently grabs your face and places a kiss to each cheek, your forehead and finally your lips. 

“I know your mind is running wild with the ‘what ifs’ and nothing I can say is going to change that.” He unbuckles you and pulls you down out onto the pavement. “So all I’m going to tell you is, no matter what happens in there, we’ll handle it together. I’m not going anywhere. I finally have you and if I have anything to do with it, I’m never letting you go.” 

“Thank you.” You kiss his chin. “That’s just what I needed to hear. Let’s do this.”

You walk hand and hand up the walkway, through the screen door and into the house. Dante is sitting in the living room with an Omega you recognize from the BBQ last weekend. “Ma! Pippy and Sy are finally here. Can we please eat now!”

“Quit your hollering boy! We’ll eat when I say we eat. Did you introduce your guest to your sister?” She yells back from the kitchen.

“He most certainly did not!” You respond before turning to the pretty woman next to your idiot brother. “Hello! It’s nice to formally meet you…”

“Letti.” She says with a smile. 

“Letti.” You smile back. “You can call me Sunny. The only one who calls me Pippy is this man child.”

“Nice ta see ya again Letti.” Sy tips his head in her direction.

“You know each other?” You question.

“We met last week at the BBQ. I went with them to watch you perform at Maxwells. You were amazing by the way.” She answers.

“Thank you. I really love being on that stage.”

“It shows.”

At this time your mother calls all of you into the dinning room. She’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit next to Sy on her right side, leaving Dante to sit with Letti on the other. Your mother glances at both sides of the table and quietly smirks to herself. 

“Dante I’m glad you decided to bring someone other than Sy to dinner. And such a lovely one at that.”

“Ma ya act like I’ve never brought a girl home before.”

“Yeah, but they usually don't pass the front door.” You speak up as you serve yourself.

“Ok Pippy. Wanna rag on me. Fine. Wanna share why you two came in holding hands and are practically cuddled up at this table right now.” He snarks back, thinking he’s got you.

With your brother's attempt at trying to best you, your nerves from earlier have seemed to evaporate. “We’re together. He’s my Alpha and I couldn't be happier about it. We were going to officially announce it tonight anyway but thanks for speeding that process up for us.”

You glance over to the burly Alpha sitting beside you as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and pulls your chair closer to his, kissing you on the head. Your mother claps gleefully at the show of affection, having forgotten her son's faux pa.  

"Finally! I thought you'd never get your heads out of your asses and give in to your instincts." She spouts. “I was worried I’d have to pull something sneaky like in those Rom Com movies to get you together before I was too old to enjoy my grandkids.”

“Wait. You wanted them together Ma? Even though he’s my best friend and is older than her.” 

“They’re true mates honey. Can’t you tell that. Plus he is a wonderful man. Loyal to boot too based on how long he waited to finally go after his Omega because he didn't want to risk losing your friendship. Isn’t that right Sy?” She gives him that ‘I know all’ look that Moms have.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He beams that scruffy smile at her. “I knew coming back home for good meant that I wouldn't have an excuse to not go for it. Glad to say I’m overjoyed with the quick turnaround. Now I get to woo her and show her how worthy I am to be privileged enough to one day claim her proper.” He wink’s down at you.

“Come on man. Don’t talk about claiming my sister at the table. I’m trying to eat here.” Dante whines. 

“I think it’s sweet.” Letti knocks into his shoulder. “Gives me hope there’s someone out there for everyone.”

“Don’t you worry about that sweetie.” Your mother chimes in nonchalantly. “Your next. My son may be dense but I’m not. My Sunny and Sy aren’t the only true mates at this table.” She chuckles to herself and continues eating.

You burst out in laughter at your brother's stunned face, which sets Sy off as well. Chaos ensues at the table, like it always does and you can’t help but think you wouldn't have it any other way. Well, except maybe with a few little ones added to the mix.