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What Can Internal Glass Room Dividers Bring To The Home?

Sliding Glass Partition Doors. Glass walls have long been a staple of the modern office and many commercial spaces, but in recent years they have grown in popularity with homeowners who are choosing to elevate the interior design of their houses. This adoption of interior glass doors and glass room dividers has been a favourite in the glossy spreads of creative magazines and with interior designers paid a premium rate; but now they’re becoming more mainstream, they’re considerably more accessible. But what do industrial style glass doors and walls offer for a home? Let us explain…

Enhanced light levels

Living in the UK means that we’re prone to long, dark winters with few hours of natural light. Glass dividers between rooms allows natural light to flow through from its source across areas where it wouldn’t be able to normally, illuminating spaces as never before. This also gives the illusion of larger, more open rooms and enhances the atmosphere to be more ambient.

Visual connection and openness

Family homes are often made up of lots of connecting rooms with doors and walls in between, segregating spaces. However, they should exude openness and promote collaboration as a family unit. Installing glass room dividers maintains privacy and a level of separation but with an open plan feel and the ability to see others easily.

Acoustic management

Black framed glass doors in the home don’t completely soundproof a room but such protection is rarely needed in a house anyway. Thicker and soundproof glass allows for a degree of sound control while not keeping the home feeling too quiet or lifeless. While it’s often assumed that glass is not as effective as walls and doors at acoustic management, options are available that can provide up to 42dB of sound reduction – considerably better than cheap internal doors!

Contemporary design

Interior French doors are sleek and modern in style, providing a high-end design touch to a home that presents a considerably more contemporary look than standard walls and doors. Being able to see distinct living spaces and rooms from different angles also provides the ability to better plan a flowing interior design across all areas of the home to ‘pull together’ your desired look.

Privacy

There are some rooms that do require some privacy; but in a home most don’t want to entirely isolate a space. Frosted and tinted glass are often opted for in the case of bathrooms, bedrooms and home offices, and contribute toward the open feel of the space without compromising anyone’s integrity.

Security

When you think of glass, fragile images are often conjured to mind… and if you have children, likely of it being smashed! In Out Solutions could not be further from the genteel misconception of most. All of our glass partitions including sliding glass partition doors are made entirely bespoke to the required measurements and framed in sturdy with aluminium with 10-12mm toughened glass that won’t scratch, shatter or mark easily. Want to learn more? Contact the In Out Solutions team today to discuss your design ideas and requirements for metal glass doors.

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Traditional Wine Cellar Inspiration for a sizable, traditional wine cellar renovation with racks for storage

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playgirl | Leah Williamson x Reader

warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, fluffy soft smut 18 + minors dni

lots of angst, smut, hurt, fluff it’s a mixed bag lol

lots of people who are wanting to see some sammy k smut so lmk if you want to see anything specific xoxo and enjoy my lovely’s!

It was no secret that Leah Williamson got her way around. No secret to her teammates, no secret to the soccer community, no secret to all of the women in North London, no secret to you. Somehow though, for some reason it had drawn her to you, you were teammates for fucks sakes, you being on loan from San Diego and her being a accommodating captain who had offered a spare room in her house to you, whilst you figured out your bearings and in what world were you in the place to say no. From day one you had been infatuated with the woman, something that Alex Morgan had warned you of, having gotten word from Tobin that Leah liked to have fun, sometimes too much fun. Your first impression of Leah was that she was lovely, accompanying the Arsenal team to pick you up from the airport and everything. Her eyes were what truly had you enamoured with her, the way that the greyish-blue pierced through anything that she looked at.

Once you’d gotten back to her house she’d showed you around, informed you that whilst she tried her hardest to cook she wasn’t very good at it, and that she went to a teammates house most nights to eat. You’d told her that cooking was no issue, that because of your italian heritage you’d grown up in the kitchen, learning your Nona’s tricks from when you could walk. Leah was elated by that news, insisting that once you’d settled in you’d have to cook for her and you’d smiled at her and agreed. Leah had been nothing but accommodating and for a little while you’d found doubt in Alex’s words, that was until a few weeks into your stay with Leah you went out on a Saturday night with the team. It had started tame, a dinner out together as team bonding, which had ended in Katie deciding on which night club for the team to hit and from then it had gotten rowdy.

The London girls were very clearly decorated partiers, you however weren’t. You hardly drank to begin with, so whilst your teammates were busy with getting wasted on their weekend off, you were not, leaving you to observe the actions of your new teammates. Leah lasted a total of fifteen minutes in the club, something that most of the girls didn’t seem to be surprised by. Fifteen minutes in she was pulling a girl from the bar out of the club with her, both of their hands roaming in places that were not acceptable for a public space. It hadn’t taken you long to realise that the night was going to end similarly for most of the girls you were with, either them picking up somebody or heading home with their partner. Alessia was hellbent on getting you drunk, something you were not a fan of, but her being one of the only girls not on the dance floor or throwing themselves all over someone meant that you’d quickly paired up, also being the newer pair to the crowd. Eventually, you got sick of Alessia’s persistent begging for you to take a shot with her, pawning her off to Katie and then calling an uber for yourself back to Leah’s apartment.

When you made it through the door of the house you were unsurprised to hear the sound of moans filling the noise barrier, coming from upstairs. Just from the sound of the illicit moans you figured out that whoever Leah had brought home with her, was very drunk and that she wouldn’t last very long. With that thought you went about my normal nighttime routine that you’d fallen into during your time in England, by the time you’d gotten through it and fallen into bed the incessant sound coming from the room next to yours seemed to have ceased.

You got up at your normal time the following morning, ignoring the small headache you had from the combination of the glass of whiskey you’d had at dinner the night before and the lack of sleep you’d gotten. Climbing down the stairs in your pyjamas and with a mess of curls that you couldn’t really be bothered with taming this early in the morning and making a beeline straight to the coffee machine. It was when you were about halfway through your first cup of coffee for the day and second slice of toast that you heard the ruckus from upstairs, that you’d patiently been waiting for. You kept your eyes on the papers that youd had been trying to read, yesterdays copy that Leah had gotten from the shops on her way home from training. As much as Leah had tried to interest you in her beloved news, you had no interest. You waited about another minute before you were rewarded with the sound of two sets of pattering feet coming down the staircase.

“Was I seriously such a bad lay you can’t remember my name?”

Ten seconds later you were blessed with the sight of the girl that Leah had brought home from the night before, making her way down the stairs, half dressed and trying to tug her dress that left hardly anything to the imagination and struggling to pull her shoes on whilst Leah tried to grab for her.

“Lina, fuck, Lila, I’m sorry, you were great.”

The girl stopped at the foot of the stairs, glaring up at Leah. It was like watching a sitcom, except this was real life and it was all unravelling horrifically in front of your eyes.

“My fucking name is Lisa, if you gave to shits you’d know that. Fucking athletes.”

The girl turned back around, batting away at Leah’s hands that were trying to grab for her wrists. The girl made it to the front door, bringing her middle finger up towards Leah and slamming the front door behind her.

Leah stayed paused in front of the door for a few seconds before muttering,

“Good morning and good fucking riddance.”

She trudged her way into the kitchen, walking straight to the kettle and starting it, one of the things you’d learnt about Leah whilst staying with her was that the woman was hardly functional without her morning coffee and you couldn’t expect her to get anything done without her having consumed her beloved caffeine.

“Is that how all of your one night stands end?”

There was cheek in your voice, something you weren’t apologetic for but a little bit scared of, this was uncharted territory for you and Leah. You had heard her have girls over, she kept it fairly quiet though, sneaking them in well after you were supposed to be asleep and sneaking them out in the middle of the night or waiting for you to go on your morning run before disposing of them.

“Not normally, no.”

Leah’s voice held a little bit of humour, but mainly shock, her body language still reflecting her complete disbelief over what had just happened.

“Who would have thought, the mighty Leah Williamson being humbled so early in the morning. Forgetting her name? That’s amateur shit.”

Leah looked up at you, her eyes hooded with disapproval of your words but also not outright denying your words.

“We were both so drunk, I’m not even certain she gave me her name. She was a good lay but god was she whiny, glad she’s gone.”

Leah finished preparing her coffee and sat down in the seat beside you at the kitchen table. Tugging the paper she knew you had no interest in reading over to her side of the table so she could actually read it.

“How do you know that she wasn’t just whiny because you were a shit lay.”

You didn’t even know where that cockiness had come from, you bit your lip as your far older, and scarier teammate looked up from her paper at you, a little bit of a smirk playing across her face.

“Trust me honey, I’m not the problem and half of London could confirm that.”

You rolled your eyes at Leah, taking another bite of your toast and watching her very quickly become infatuated with whatever she’d stumbled upon in the papers. You took a sip of your coffee before saying anything, letting her words sit in the room and mellow out.

“Doesn’t count if you are fucking them all when their drunk, intoxication increases the amount of endorphins your brain is producing Williamson, so science says that even if you are a good lay, half of what those girls are feeling is the alcohol.”

Leah didn’t look up from her paper, but smirked as soon as the words left your mouth, giving you enough of an indication that she’d heard your words. She finished her page, taking her time reading over the words whilst you sipped dutifully from your mug. When she finished her page she flipped over to the next one, but looked up at you, her head cocked just a little bit.

“Baby, trust me, alcohol or not I’m the best lay any of those girls have had, there’s a reason why my phone is always buzzing.”

It was something that you’d noticed in your weeks at Leah’s house, whether you were sitting on the couch watching a movie together or eating dinner, her phone was always vibrating and she was always staring down at it, typing furiously like a six year old and any time you tried to ask her about it she always brushed you off.

“Is that not just because you go for the straight ones though?”

Leah choked on the sip of her coffee that she’d taken during the brief break of time between her previous words and your rebuttal. She swallowed her coffee before letting out a chesty laugh, there was condescension in it though, something unknown hidden behind it.

“Straight or not they’re all screaming my name honey.”

Leah’s voice held so much confidence, it was entertaining. Listening to her talk herself up so much, you couldn’t help but try and take her down a peg or two.

“Yeah screaming your name on the way out the door when you forget their name.”

You finished your breakfast, standing up and taking your dishes to the sink and washing them off, not taking your eyes off of Leah for a second, even whilst you stacked your dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sweetheart, I’m telling you right now, that if you got lucky enough to have me, then you’d be screaming my name all the same.”

You rolled your eyes at Leah, staying composed in front of the woman.

“So cocky Williamson, the self obsession really must be getting to your head.”

You sat yourself on the kitchen counter, watching as Leah washed her own dishes and loaded them up next to yours before turning to look at you. Normally Leah had a significant height advantage over you, but with the height of the counter you were sitting on you were set face-to-face with her.

“It’s not cockiness sweetheart, it’s self awareness. I’m a good lay, I’ve been told it many times by many different women, sober and not sober. You don’t have to hide behind the jealousy, you wanna go don’t you? Can’t really blame ya, everyone wants a bite.”

You rolled your eyes effortlessly at Leah, trying your very hardest to obtain all of the composure you’d held. You shoved her playfully on the shoulder, more as a warning than anything, because if she stayed in your personal space bubble much longe4 then you weren’t sure if you’d be able to uphold your facade anymore.

“It’s cute that you think I’m into you, considering you don’t even know who or what I’m into.”

Leah smirked at you, licking her lips as she reentered your personal space bubble, practically confining you to your spot on the counter, her hands placed on either side of your body, gripping onto the counter and looking at you with a little sparkle in her eyes.

“Tobs told me that you dated Sonnett, so I know that you aren’t straight and she told me that you're single, so that ticks those boxes. You dated Sonny, which means you have a thing for attractive blondes with a personality, I think I tick those boxes.”

You rolled your lips between your teeth before biting down on the bottom one, mainly for show more than anything.

“Bold of you to assume that you have a personality and you're attractive. It’s cute that you think you’ve got a shot.”

Leah smirked, toying her tongue between her teeth and rolling it between her lips.

“Don’t I?”

You knew where this was going, and it wasn’t that you weren’t interested, because you definitely were. But you also knew Leah’s reputation. She didn’t do relationships, she was a casual sex person and there was nothing wrong with that, but you weren’t interested in that. You also knew she was riding on her own endorphin high now, a mixture of post sex haze and hangover that you couldn’t trust.

“Baby, I’m not interested in casual sex, something Tobin should have told you. I liked Sonny, but she was a casual sex girl and I’m not doing that again, so you can have your fun with your walk of shame girls and I’ll have my fun, okay?”

You were mocking her a little bit, giving her a fake pout that she was clearly offended by. You hoisted yourself off of the bench before she could say much more, bounding towards the stairs and running back to your room to throw on my training gear.

The topic wasn’t brought up for a few more weeks, you let Leah bring her girls into the house at whatever time she pleased and Leah did her best to ignore the yearning that had developed in her gut for you.

It was all fine, all going well until you’d managed to get yourself injured. You’d had a really good run, becoming a starter on the team and scoring a few goals in some important games. Until a Chelsea player had taken your ankles out from under you and done some ligament damage, it wasn’t anything major, a few weeks at most, but you’d been recommended to wear a boot for the first few weeks, just to make sure you weren’t putting any unnecessary pressure on your foot. You hadn’t minded to begin with, but in a very short amount of time you became very frustrated, with the boot, with not playing soccer, with being sidelined without a definitive time to when you’d be back. You very quickly went from being the bubbly, happy teammate to being someone that the girls had to walk on eggshells around. Everyone took notice of your sudden mood change, but it was clear none of them knew exactly how to tackle it, none of them knew you all that well considering you were new to the club, besides Leah.

She’d tried approaching you a few times, at training, in the rehab centre, at home. Yet every single time you’d shut her down with some kind of false sarcasm, a laugh and the insistence you were fine. She was getting sick of it, getting sick of having to watch you repetitively deny help from anyone. Your attitude towards yourself and other people was shit and she could tell it was really affecting you.

She’d just gotten back from training one night, you’d opted out considering that you had done your rehab in the morning, using the excuse that you wanted to talk to some of your US teammates on a organised skype call. When Leah had gotten home the house was silent, something that she’d come to find abnormal since you’d moved in. There was always some background noise, the sound of the tv, or your music filling the house. Yet, when she walked through the door, slinging her bag onto one of the hooks near the door, she heard absolutely nothing.

She tiptoed through into the kitchen, her eyes searching the communal space before locating you. You were sitting on the sofa, looking down at your laptop, completely and utterly absorbed by whatever you were looking at and either purposely ignoring Leah or too enraptured by whatever was on your scream to have noticed her.

“Y/n.”

Leah’s words were enough to break you from your daze and when you turned to look at her Leah recognised the red rims that were painted along your waterline and the semi dried tear tracks on your face.

“Sorry, fuck, I was supposed to sort out dinner, give me a second and I’ll get it started.”

You were reaching for your crutches almost immediately, time having slipped away from you in Leah’s absence, Leah’s words stopped you though.

“No, don’t worry about it, we’ll order in, just stay sitting.”

Leah smiled at you, walking over towards the couch and picking up your crutches from your hands and placing them down on the floor, before sitting down on the couch beside you. She left enough space that you weren’t physically touching but stayed close enough that you could feel her presence.

“Is everything alright, Y/n?”

It was uncharted territory between the two of you, Leah had seen you upset, she’d been the one who’d had to drive the two of you home after doing your ankle and it hadn’t been pretty. But you’d never allowed her in, never allowed her to see you emotionally vulnerable besides that, and even when you’d done your ankle you’d tried your hardest to keep your composure, until you were lying in your bed that night by yourself and you let it all out. Leah could hear your sobs from the other side of the wall, just as you could hear the sound of the moans of whatever woman she’d booty called that night to help her deal with the itch in her body that came every time she had to watch her team take the pitch without her.

“Alex called, San Diego is trading me, so when my loan is over I’m going straight to Angel City. They said that they weren’t prepared to deal with ankle problems, that it’s for the best and that when the official trade period comes I’ll be gone. Angel City is going to honour my loan, until the season ends and then I have to go back home but I won’t even be going back home.”

Leah did her best to remember the basic American geography she’d learnt in highschool, trying to map out the two points on a map.

“Angel City’s based in Los Angeles isn’t it? You won’t be that far away, it’ll be a two hour drive.”

Leah’s voice fell on deaf ears, you were too busy biting down on your lip to even think about what she was saying. Because yes, technically she was right, it wasn’t like you were being traded to the other side of the country, but you’d been playing for San Diego for the whole of your senior career, it was your home, and they were just pawning you off like any other player.

“Plus, aren’t Christen, Ali and Alyssa at Angel City?”

You could feel more tears stemming in your eyes, you looked up in an attempt to conceal them, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further in front of your captain.

“Leah, you don’t get it. How would you feel if Arsenal had traded you when you’d done your ACL? San Diego has had me since I was 16. If I am going home I don’t want to go home to anywhere but there, I don’t want to have to play anywhere other than San Diego, the wave is my home, Alex is my fucking home and they are just turning me away because I’ve had some ankle problems. So what’s the point in me even putting the effort into fucking doing this recovery if even when I do it I’m going home to nothing.”

You’d left Leah a little bit speechless. She thought about it, thought deeply about putting herself in your shoes, something she’d never really done and she got what you were saying.

“So don’t go home, stay here.”

Your eyes looked at Leah, filled with something she couldn’t even try to pin down.

“Because Arsenal is really interested in having to deal with bidding for me and taking my contract. They probably want me even less than fucking San Diego does right now.”

Leah was a little bit shocked by the amount of aggression behind your words, never having seen this side of you, it hurt her heart a little bit.

“Turn around.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at Leah’s random request.

“Excuse me?”

“Turn around, back facing my chest.”

It took you a few seconds to realise she was completely serious, and hell, what did you have to lose at this stage? You did as she’d asked and jolted slightly as her hands found their way to your shoulders, starting to very gently massage into the tense skin across your back. Leah was shocked to feel the sheer amount of tension that must have built up over the past few weeks across your shoulders, clearly you’d been pushing down your feelings for a little bit too long.

“Arsenal loves you, the whole team loves you, if you wanted to stay you’d be very welcome. Ankle injury or not, if the Wave valued you, they wouldn’t have traded you, so I know it sucks but if they really valued you as a player they would keep you, they clearly don’t and you deserve better than that.”

It was unnerving to you how good Leah’s hands felt, rubbing gently across your back, slowly diffusing the mounds of knots that had developed across the surface of your back and shoulders.

“Do they teach you how to massage in adultery school?”

It was a weak joke that had Leah snickering just a little bit.

“Y’know that I’m not the heartless playgirl that everyone paints me out to be. I like sex, sure. But that doesn’t mean I’m not a human with functioning feelings, I still care for people, I care for you.”

Her words made you feel a little bit guilty, because you had kind of pictured her that way in your head, the woman had a girl in her bed almost every night. You couldn’t help but hear the vulnerability and honesty in her words though and you wanted to believe her words, or you wanted her to explain her words to you.

“Your hands feel good, really good.”

You could feel Leah smirking from her spot behind you on the couch.

“They’re good for more than massages.”

Her words were murmured, meant for you, not that there was anyone else in the room to hear them. At her words you were turning yourself on the couch, so you were face to face with the blonde. She was staring back at you with hooded eyes and a faint smirk on her eyes. Maybe if you hadn't been so emotional you wouldn’t have felt your breath catch in your chest as you took her in. Maybe if she hadn't been smirking at you in the ‘I dare you’ way, you wouldn’t have leant in. Maybe if she’d never gotten the opportunity to put her hands on you in the first place she never would have gotten so greedy as to have them back on you. Maybe if none of it had happened you both wouldn’t have leant in to kiss, or maybe it still would have happened.

The kiss was sweet, soft and tender. Leah pulled me gently into her lap, pulling me up and over so you were straddling her hips, giving you a little bit of leverage in the kiss.

“We can’t turn back once we do this, are you sure you want to?”

Leah’s words were murmured against your lips, as she took a little break to get her point across.

“We’ll figure it out afterwards, I just need to feel something, I need to feel loved.”

Leah’s forehead nodded against your own.

“Hold on.”

You didn’t have enough time to comprehend her words before she was hoisting you both up off the couch and towards the stairs.

“Leah, your knee.”

You murmured the words into her neck as you approached the steps, you didn’t want her to put you down but you also didn’t want her to hurt herself.

“It’s fine, I’m back in a few weeks anyways, it’s back to normal now.”

You were surprised when, with much ease Leah managed to get the both of you up the stairs without much struggle, her beelining directly towards her room. She very quickly sat the two of you down on her bed, resuming the kiss you had both previously been occupied with. Her lips were soft, everything about how she was treating you was so uncharacteristically gentle for you and you loved it, loved how she was accommodating you.

“Lee.”

Your words had Leah’s eyes cracking open quickly, a little bit of fear painted across her clear blue eyes.

“Yes, sweet?”

Her voice was so kind, practically dripping with tenderness.

“Need you to touch me, please.”

Leah smiled against my lips.

“Mm, where do you need me?”

Normally, you probably would have felt self conscious having to admit something like that, but with Leah everything felt different, you just didn’t feel the normal insecurity that came from sex.

“Fuck, pussy, please.”

Leah smirked again against your lips.

“Because you asked so nicely.”

Leah’s hands travelled down to the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging down under your ass, and once you’d hoisted yourself up, down and your right foot with ease. The left one was a little bit harder, with the moon boot and just as she’d been about to undo the velcro to remove the boot completely you stopped her.

“Just leave it, please, I just need you.”

Leah was smirking wildly at request, forgetting your sweatpant leg and letting her hand trail back up to the edge of your panties, a black lace thong that was one of your favourites. Your arms find their way over Leah’s shoulders, tangling at the back of her neck as her lips attach to your neck in synchronised harmony with her fingers finally making contact with your heat. You moan shamelessly as Leah brushed your panties to the side and works her fingers in and out of your wetness, her thumb finding its way to your clit and one of her fingers making its way down to the source of your wetness.

“So wet baby, all for me?”

Leah’s words vibrated against the skin of your neck, a place that she had busied herself with littering little marks along, trying to figure out which spot got the most sinful noises to leave your mouth.

“Fuck, yes.”

Leah smirked a little bit more, absolutely drunk off of the feeling that she had you in her arms, not some random girl that she didn’t care about.

“Mm, you feel so good sweet, can I finger your precious hole, is that something you want?”

She was hiding the question of consent in her words, something that was a major requirement for Leah, she might have been a bit of a nymphomaniac but that didn’t mean she didn’t have rules for herself, one of them was to always ask for consent.

“Fuck, please Leah, please.”

Your moans and pleads were enough consent for Leah, allowing her to very gently work one of her fingers into your pussy, slowly working in each knuckle. You were desperate though, pushing yourself down against her finger, aching for more.

“Leah.”

The word was murmured out between moans as Leah found your pulse point and bit down on it, soothing the bite with her saliva and gentle licks.

“Yes, pretty girl?”

Leah had quickly realised that you liked praise, and whatever little nicknames that she could form off the top of her head.

“More, please, harder.”

Leah bit her lip at your words, it took every bit of self control she had not to cum right there on the spot.

“So desperate baby girl, you're doing so well for me aren’t you, I think I can give you some more.”

Leah, slid another one of her fingers into your hole, when she felt no resistance she started to very gently move her fingers in and out of you, searching for that certain spot and when she had located it, gently curling her fingers against it. The sounds that left your mouth were hellish enough for even the devil to find them sinful. Leah resonated in it, bathed in the sound of your pleasure as she continued her assault of your neck.

When she could feel you beginning to clench against her fingers she placed the pad of her thumb against your clit, pushing the hood of it back to give her full access to the sensitive nub.

“Le-Leah, fuck, fuck, I’m so close.”

Leah nodded into your neck, gently brushing her finger against your spot and pumping her fingers just a little bit harder into you, elated at the way your hips met her fingers on every single thrust, your juices dripping all over Leah’s sweatpants.

“Cum whenever you're ready sweetheart, go ahead.”

It didn’t take you long, a few more swipes from Leah’s finger against your clit before you were catapulting over the edge of pleasure. Leah felt you clench tightly around her fingers and when she did he gently laid your body down against her pillows, withdrawing her fingers but replacing them with her mouth, pressing her tongue gently to your hole and coaxing you through the shakes and spasms. When you finally did come down you tried pushing Leah’s head away, frightfully aware of how sensitive you had become, but Leah continued her ministrations.

“Lee, fuck.”

You could feel your body arching up against the sheets once again, your arousal already building up again as Leah very gently laid her tongue out against your pussy. She pushed her hand up to your mouth.

“Suck.”

You obeyed her, letting her push the two fingers into your mouth and being blessed with the taste of your own pleasure against your tongue. You sucked Leah’s fingers dry as she continued to suck and lick her way across your pussy, like she was a starved woman.

“One more pretty girl, give me one more.”

Her wish was your command. You relaxed against the pillows, allowing yourself to feel every single little detail of what she was doing. You were a goner as soon as she started to suck on your clit, it was over sensitive from the previous orgasm and it didn’t take you very long to build back up to the edge again.

“Leah, fuck, Leah.”

Leah seemed to understand what you were saying, without you saying it.

“Come pretty girl, I’m here, I’ve got you, I’m here, you're safe.”

Another suck to your clit and you were done. Leah very gently lapped up your juices whilst you came down shakily from your high. Once she’d lapped it all up she clawed her way up to you, meeting you in another soft kiss, her tongue invading your mouth and giving you another taste of yourself. She collapsed down on the pillows beside you, one of her arms coming to rest around your torso as she tugged her own sweatpants off, which were now soaked in your juices.

You were spent, splayed across her pillows and Leah was certain she’d never seen a more perfect sight.

When she got up to go and fetch some supplies you groaned.

“Don’t leave me.”

Leah smiled sadly at your response, it was clear that you had been feeling alone for a while now, and now that she knew it she wasn’t going to let you feel that way, ever again.

“I’m not leaving sweet, I’m just going to fetch a few things, I’ll be back in a minute, I promise.”

She finished her statement by pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline, before getting up from the bed and making her way down her stairs, as fast as she could whilst staying at a safe pace.

When she returned to her bedroom you were in the exact same position, orgasm drunk, splayed across her sheets. She’d managed to retrieve your crutches, two glasses of water, a granola bar and a warm face cloth. You groaned as she got you to sit up against the pillows, she didn’t want to disturb you but she also knew there were some things that had to do, just to make sure that you felt better.

“C’mon sweet girl, take some sips of the water for me.”

You rolled your eyes at Leah, her fussing over you was something you hadn’t expected. She has tasked herself with the job of undoing your boot, removing your sweatpants and replacing them with a pair of her sleep shorts.

“More than that, the whole glass, please, and the granola bar.”

You rolled your eyes at her, you’d very discreetly tried to put the glass back down on your bedside table after taking two measly sips but Leah didn’t seem to be having a bar of it.

“Who would’ve known Leah Williamson would be such a mother hen.”

Leah looked at you, completely dead pan.

“I take aftercare very seriously, if you don’t feel safe or well then I would want you to tell me, I know what we just did wasn’t exactly intense but sex should always feel good, and if it didn’t I’d want to know.”

There was so much care in Leah’s words, and even if she was only a few years older than you, you suddenly felt like the age gap was so much bigger than that.

“Leah, I feel safe and good, you were perfect.”

She nodded, seemingly happy with your answer and returning to her task. She was so gentle with your ankle when she finally did undo the velcro, gently lifting it up and the sweatpants off of it before strapping it back into the boot and gently lifting a pair of her shorts over your ass. It was perfect and nothing that you’d imagined with Leah, you’d imagined her being cocky and showy, everything about her. But in this moment she was so vulnerable, so tender and warm and it made you feel so guilty for ever thinking anything else of her.

After she’d watched you consume the water and granola she’d seemed to become a little bit more at ease, changing quickly into a pair of sleep shorts and taking off her hoodie, substituting it for just a sports bra, so she was matching with me. After she was done getting dressed she slipped into the sheets beside you, one of her arms finding its way around your bare torso immediately, the skin on skin contact sending shivers up your spine.

“You are so loved y/n/n, here or back at home, there are so many people around that would do anything for you.”

Leah’s words were murmured into your ear as she threaded her fingers into your hair, tugging lightly on the hairs at the nape of your neck.

“M’ sorry that you didn’t get anything in return.”

Leah shushed you as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Hush, I don’t need anything, knowing that you felt good is all I need.”

There was so much sincerity in her words that it made you crumble just a little bit.

“You're not a heartless playgirl bitch and I’m sorry if I ever made you think that I thought of you that way. You are fucking perfect and just as good as you had said.”

Leah laughed a little bit from her spot behind you, the warmth of her breath against your neck making the hairs along your body stand up.

“I’m not too bad, huh?”

You flipped over in the bed, so you were face to face with her.

“I don’t want to be one of your one night stands who’s name you forget.”

Leah rolled her eyes, but when she realised the genuinity behind your words her eyes softened.

“Good, because I don’t want that either, y/n Williamson sounds pretty good, if you ask me.”

You snorted effortlessly at her.

“Wow a proposal on night one, do you do that to all of your bedmates to charm them, Williamson?”

Leah smirked, pressing her lips to your own.

“No, I think you’d have to be the first, what did you say about endorphins again, they must be getting to my head or something.”

You leaned in to stop her stupid babbling, pressing your lips to hers to silence her.

“I’ll never forget your name and I’m never letting you feel alone again, I promise.”

You smiled against her lips, so tied up in the serenity you were feeling, the peace away from everything that was going on in your life.

“I could never feel alone when I’m with you Leah Williamson.”

[lotus-n-l0ve]

LOST WITHOUT YOU, BABY

— Eren Yeager x Female Reader

With Heart And Soul.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : Eren sometimes feared what he would do if you had not graced his life that one afternoon of mid-march. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Boyfriend!Eren, Girlfriend!reader, high school sweethearts, bullying, blood, fight, mob boss!eren, smut, kiss, late night, sex, p in v, 2.4k words. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*⁠.⁠✧ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Feels so good to write after so long. My exams are coming up, of course I will wanna right now 乁⁠[⁠ ⁠◕⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠ ⁠◕⁠ ⁠]⁠ㄏ

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // ATTACK ON TITAN MASTERLIST

DO NOT PRESS [READ MORE] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀 𝐇2𝐑 at the back of the baby blue two story house. Crossing over the wall wasn't so hard anymore after doing so many times. He ghosted across the back yard and climbed on to the maple tree before he was standing in front of the familiar window that led to your bedroom, separating you from him.

Eren stepped ahead on the rough branch leading right to the window. The glass window was left open as if you knew he would come by. He slid it open and he jumped inside the room with a thud but not loud enough to alert your parents who were fast asleep two rooms down the hallway. You were fast asleep under the fluffy comfort of the duvet.

Eren tiptoed to the bathroom and opened the door with as little noise as possible. You had been whining about the ongoing exam and how much pressure it was giving you. Eren knew he could give you the world you wanted. You only had to tell him with your sweet voice and he would bring the whole world to your feet. But he also respected your decision to do something yourself, to be independent.

Getting rid of any and every piece of clothing, Eren stepped under the shower head. Warm water glided down his body, soothing away all the tension in his muscles. Eren tangled a hand through the wet locks and tilted his head back. Drops of water pitter-pattering on his eyes and lips. His heart was felt with nothing but detest and abhor. He loathed everything, from the waking moment to the last awake second everyday.

Eren sometimes feared what he would do if you had not graced his life that one afternoon of mid-march.

The intense hit of boot against your belly sent a jolt of acute pain through your body. It would leave a ugly bruise you were sure. The blood had already dried under your nose long ago, now the area just  felt tight and itchy. The next hit came down hard on your head, almost knocking you out.

         “Do you have some screws loose in your head?” Your attacker shouted, stomping on your crouched body that stayed laying down on the cold floor of an empty classroom, “I clearly told you to finish my assignment and hand it over to teach. Then why the fuck is he saying I didnt submit my work?”

Two of his minions didn't try even the slightest to suppress the snickers. Standing behind their leader as if he was doing something great.

         “It was your assignment. Why should I do it?” Each trembling word that came out of your mouth, hurt your throat like hell. But it was not worse than the torture you had been enduring for the past two months. Precisely two and half months ago, you moved to this new city because of your father’s transfer. It had been two months since you started attending ‘Heritage High’ and every single student here had made it their job to bully the life out of the new student. Louise Liebert being the leader of them all.

He was the kid who was never told ‘no’ in his entire life. So, when you, being the reserved kid you were, denied to exchange your new fountain pen with his already half used ball pen, it hurt his ego and he made it his mission to fill your days in the school with hurt and sorrow. The pain was special to you, your grandpa had gifted it to you for the new journey you were going to start. He always had it with him wherever he went. He called it his lucky star but it didn't seem to have much luck for your case.

Complaining to your parents got you nowhere when the school staff and children pledged for his innocence. You had a suspicion that it had something to do with his father being the mayor of the town. The only thing you accomplished was proving yourself to be a liar to your parents and increased bullying.

         “Looks like you still have the energy to argue, huh?” Adler, the tall and abnormally skinny guy on his right scoffed.

         “All that beating was not enough for you was it?” Baldur, the shorty onLouise’s left sneered down at you.

         Louise brought his face to your level, a vicious smirk on his face, “Do you need a dick in your mouth to shut up like your mommy dearest?”

You didn't know what happened but the second those words left his stinky mouth, you shot up. Your head hitting his jaw as he went back flying, slamming his head on the hard floor. The room echoed the crazy screams of three individuals. A sense of fight or flight knocked you and you were sprinting out of the room, running through the empty hallway with three angry bulls running after you. As much as scared you were, you were also very proud of yourself. You hoped he cracked his head.

You ran and ran fast. If they got their hands on you then you were sure that you would be going home with more than just black eyes. Running up the stairs, you threw the door in front of you with a screech. They were just a few steps away from you as you pushed the door with your whole body and tried to shut the door. But your tired body was too weak against three of them.

The door swung with force, tripping you backwards on the ground. Fuck! They towered over your body, looking like hungry hyenas, very injured hyenas at that.If only you were not about to get beaten, you would have danced with joy. They closed in on you as you attempted to back away.

         “Now what? Where are you gonna run now bitch!” Louise sneered. 

         “Why don't you worry about yourself first, Liebert…….” You see the colours drain from Louise’s face, not only him but also his minions. “......Quite the brevery you’ve got there.”

The more that deep voice spoke a little far behind you, the more shit scared those fuckers looked. Your head turned ever so slowly. The very familiar body of Eren Yeager lying on the hard bench. Suddenly jumping off the roof didn't seem that bad. If Louise was a hyena, then Eren was the lion. Eren was the nightmare of Marley. Notorious, cruel, and brutal were the words that describe him. The only son of Grisha Yeager, the successor of Lupus, the biggest underworld gang. They didn't have to hide in the shadows, no, they wore suits and flaunted themselves in the broad daylight. The government was run by the rats of Lupus.

Eren lived up to his name, Hel, beautiful on one side and cruel on the other. He had everyone in Heritage High walking on eggshells.In attempt of saving yourself from one trouble, you threw yourself in the tiger’s den.

         “E-Eren–” Louise squicked rather embarrassingly, “We–”

         “Since when are we on a first name basis?” His tone was nonchalant but even you could feel the threat underneath.

Eren leisurely brought himself up in a sitting position. His eyes looked this side on the floor and then that side, searching for something, before it landed on you. You could feel your heart in your throat. God! You didnt wanna be anywhere near that menace of a boy. He jerked his head to your right, pointing at something.

What is it? A bat like his last victim? Or a gun like the one before that?

You follow his gaze, landing on a black bag and an unopened can of soda. You prayed to all the gods in existence that he meant the soda can as you hurriedly scooted over to bring it to him. He glanced at your hands holding out the can for him before staring at you with a raised eyebrow. WHAT NOW? 

You glanced at the can before realization drew onto you. Dumbass! You used all the strength you had and opened it and offered him again. This time Eren took the can, taking a sip of the cold drink.

         “Sir Yeager, everything is this bitch’s fault.” Alder spoke up, “Had she not run in here, we would have never disturbed you.”

         “Yes sir, we were teaching her a lesson but this bitch–” Baldur backed him.

         Eren took another sip, “Lesson? What is this great lesson of yours?” 

         The three exchanged worried glances and finally the biggest asshole of the group spoke up, “We were doing this for you sir.” 

         “Yes we caught her bad mouthing you–” 

         “That's not true!!” You almost yelled in fear, “I–”

Eren held up a hand, shutting you up and signed for them to continue. You could see relief sinking on them. Their eyes glinted with smugness.

        Louise continued with all the arrogance in his voice, “She was talking shit about you and we told her that she should not do that, she said that “Eren can suck my dick” that you are a lousy fucker who uses his father to get away with everything.”

         “Is that so?”

You felt your heart sink. Eyes prickled with tears and nose burned like hell as you grasped what was going to happen. The best would be if he straight up strangled you to death. Your head bowed down in the last attempt of saving yourself from further embarrassment. But did that even matter anymore?

You saw Eren throwing the can to the side, out of sight, and stood up and you instinctively backed away two steps. You waited for the blow to come, you waited and waited and waited because the blow never came. But a loud thud along with a piercing scream echoed on the rooftop, scaring away the pigeons there alongside you. Your bread shot up and the scene before you left you gasping.

Dulder’s body stayed slumped against the wooden door with his head shoved into the, now broken, door. Blood pooled around his quivering form and splattered on walls, his friends and most of all, on Eren himself. 

         Eren grabbed Louise’s coller and brought him up to his eye lever, “You think i'm one of your minions or something that i'll believe whatever you say?”

         Eren had a good five inches on Louise. His toes were barely touching the floor and that left him gasping for air, “I’m t-telling…… the…t-truth–”

         “So you are saying that you think–no, believe that I should suck your dick? That I get away with everything because of my father?” Eren tilted his head to the side and scoffed, “Do you also think that my father can stop me from beating you to death? Let’s do a little test.”

The next few minutes were like hell. You could hear every sound of bone cracking whenever Eren landed a punch. Every splash of blood and the groans of pain. You had slouched yourself in a crouched position, facing the wall, in the last attempt of saving yourself. When it finally stopped, you found yourself unable to relax because he was still there. The next could be you.

Sniffles were uncontrollable, you were probably shaking like you were being electrocuted. You heard steps closing on you before stopping right behind you.

         “Oii…” You felt a light kick on the back of your leg, “Are you seriously crying? After I beat your bullies?”

You tried to at least say one word but your throat was clogged with sniffles. He sighed as if you were a lost cause. 

         “So ungrateful. Not even a thanks.” Something fell on your head, a blazer, hiding you from the outside world, “You stink man! Go take a shower.”

With that he left you, alone, on the rooftop, with thousands of thoughts and maybe a little bit of relief. For Eren those were the best minutes he wasted and that he will never regret.

          “What are you thinking about?” You asked with your ever so soft voice as you ran your hands through his long hair from the back.

          “You.” Eren replied without a hint of hesitation.

You dragged your fingers down his neck and started massaging his tensed shoulder and his back.

         “Another meeting with your dad?” you received a hum in response, “Then you must be tired?”

         “Mm-hmm.”

         “Frustrated?”

         “Mmm.”

         “Should I do something…….to take off the load?”

You could feel the smirk on his face without even seeing it, “You know just the thing to relieve me, don't you?”

Eren didn't give you a second to reply as he turned to you, grabbing your neck, and pulled you in an intense kiss. You were just as eager to meet his passion, shoving your tongue his mouth and exploring each and every corner. He pushed you against the glass door of the shower. His hand glided down your chest, brushing on your peaked nipples and down your hip.

         Giving a tap on your thigh, he whispered against your lips, “Jump.”

Your hands find themselves tangled in his soaked hair and he uses his arm to support you in the air. Eren broke the kiss, out of breath, smoke coming out of your mouth and mixing in the middle. You feel his tip poking your wet pussy. Eren glids his tip along your lips, teasing you. 

         “Just put it in.” You whined in a breathless tone.

Oh! How adorable you look, begging for his cock.

         “As you wish, baby.”

He forced his cock in one go, making you moan  as the back of your head hit the glass. His hips slammed against your inner tight in a burning rhythm. Eren placed kisses along your neck that you were sure ws gonna leave dark purple bruises before he took one of the hard buds in his mouth. Sucking and twirling it his tongue.

He dragged his dick out till it was just the tip inside and then thrusted it all back inside. Your clammy walls stretched with every push. You could feel it, the familiar knot in your stomach. Eren increased his pace, closing in. Your hand tightly fisted his hair as you let yourself fall apart in his warm embrace. Not seconds later he shot stings of hot cum in you, filling up your inside. Still inside’ he pulled in a kiss but this time it was soft, delicate and full of tender love. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

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WARNING ⚠️: Coryo is his own warning in and of himself. Delusional!Coryo, Soft!Dark!Coryo, Soft!Dom!Coryo, Reader has some survival instincts, Reader knows keeping Coryo happy keeps her alive and well, cussing, possession, obsession, slight manipulation, sex (p in v), breeding kink.

Chapter 8:

“Coryo, we got some Christmas presents from Sejanus' parents, the Plinths, today.” You announce as soon as your husband walks thru the door.

“Yea, Sejanus said he'd tell Ma to send us something.” He tells you removing his coat and hanging it up

“It was addressed to Coriolanus and Y/N Snow.” You get up from your seat at the kitchen table. Making your way over to Coryo, you ask, “How did they know we got married, did he tell them?”

“Mail from the Capitol takes at least a week to get here, so Sej didn't tell them.” He begins, making large strides towards you. “But I know he told Ma Plinth about us, so I think she just had a motherly hunch that I'd be making an honest woman out of you.” Coryo smirks, coming up to you.

“Oh.” You nod, mouth in an open O shape. Pointing to a bare corner in the one room flat, you announce, “Wouldn't that spot be a good one for a Christmas tree?”

“Yes, it would be.” Coryo agrees, nodding his head. Looking at you, he asks, “Are there tree lots here?” But before you can answer him, he's going on about the Capitol. “The Capitol has tree lots, but most families just started buying trees and decorating them again over the last few years.”

Your husband didn't say why and you didn't ask. The unspoken words of after the war hung heavily in the air. You knew that wealthy families only just started decorating trees again because of the aftermath of the war.

A war that took your parents from you; took the childhood you should've had from you.

“There's Christmas tree lots here, but the trees are small. Barely 4 feet tall.” Was the answer you gave your husband. Pointing at the table in a silent gesture for him to sit down, you go to make him up a plate. As you place a piece of chicken on the plate along with scooping some riced and peas onto the plate as well, you tell your husband, “The trees in 12 are huge. Bigger than any you've ever seen before. Infact, the only place I imagine to have bigger trees would be District 7.”

“Yes, I imagine the lumberjack district would have larger trees then District 12.” The platinum blonde peacekeeper chuckles, taking his seat at the table. “Do you want to pick a tree out after I'm done with my exam, darling?” Coryo asks, watching you intently as you make yourself up a plate.

“Usually men just bring home the tree in the districts; women and children don't help pick it out.” You explain while grabbing your plates and heading over to the table.

Your husband rolls his icy eyes at your words. “Well, in the Capitol families pick the tree out together.” He says, his tone dripping with superiority. Looking at you as you set the plates down on the table, he says, “We're upholding that Capitol tradition; we're picking out the tree together.”

You're not surprised that he wants to hold onto as many Capitol traditions as he possibly can. It's his heritage after all. But, in a way, isn't it also yours? Your father was a Capitolite after all.

“Okay, then we'll pick out a tree when you're done with the exam.” You smile, turning away from the table and going to the cupboard.

“You can buy whatever decorations you want while shopping with Sejanus.” Your husband informs you as you grab some glasses.

“People usually make ornaments in the Districts; make popcorn and berry strings, things like that.” You explain, going to the fridge and grabbing the bottle of milk.

“People buy them in the Capitol. They're made of the finest spun glass, ribbons, metals, and jewels.” Your husband said while watching you make your way to the table with the milk jug and glass in hand. “My family, unfortunately, had to sell ours when I was a child for money and never had the chance to buy anymore.”

Your heart lurches at your husband's words. Just knowing that Coriolanus grew up poor without a pit to piss in while living in the richest part of Panem made your heart bleed for him. You know how it is to be poor, hell if it wasn't for your relationship with Coryo you'd most likely be starving or frozen right now. And the fact that being poor in Capitol City, Panem is better than being poor in the Districts is very telling; disturbing even.

“One day when we return to the Capitol I'll buy you all of the fine, elegant ornaments that you want.” Coryo promises, his baritone steady and unbreakable, as you fill the milk glasses and take a seat at the table.

Passing him his milk glass, you faintly smile. “Thank you, Coryo.”

As you begin to eat, your husband stares right into your soul and makes you the promise of, “I'm going to become an Elite Officer and I'm getting us out of this shithole. We'll rule Panem one day; we'll take back everything that should've been ours- and more.”

Coriolanus’ head was on his pillow while his large, strong hands were on your hips as you rolled them up and down, up and down, while straddling him. His large cock was stuffed in your tight, wet pussy; making you feel full and him feel as if he's going to combust at any second.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.” Your husband praises. “Just like that.” He groans, feeling your cunt squeeze him just right as you spear yourself on his cock.

“Feels so good, Coryo.” You whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach begin to tighten.

“Make yourself cum, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock; make us cum.” Coryo orders, his tone husky, as he smacks one of your ass cheeks. The smack to your ass lights a fire in you and suddenly you're digging your nails into his shoulders while bouncing faster on his cock.

The feel of his large length inside of you lights your nerves on fire. His swollen cock head kisses your cervix just right, sensing socks of pleasure throughout your dripping core. You're shuddering and shaking in pleasure with every move you make, which causes his cock to slide deeply in and out of you; hitting your special spot just right. And the way your wet, velvety walls hug him so tightly has Coryo ready to shoot his hot load into your cunt. Oh gods, how your tight cunt makes his head spin.

Fucking you is a mix of something primal and sensual in his mind. It's different with you then how it's been with others. He can't get enough of you. Coriolanus also cares about your pleasure, more so than his own. He loves to watch the way your lips part as you moan, the way you shudder and shake as pleasure washed over you, the way your eyes widen and pop as you cum with his name on your lips like a prayer.

And your pleasure being more important than his is why he grips your hips firmly and begins bucking up into you; meeting your grinding movements. He needs you to cum hard around his cock so desperately. So much so that the two of you become a frantic mess of movements.

Coryo manages to sit up; slightly changing the position you're in. But that doesn't stop your heated, frenzied pace. You're still bucking and grinding, desperate for release. Your hands are clawing at each other for purchase. Your faces are so close that your noses are nearly bumping into each other; your hot breaths dance over each other's mouths while whimpering and moaning.

Both of you are close to your peek whenever Coryo huskily swears, “I'm knocking this cunt up tonight. You're gonna be so fucking full of my baby.”

You never gave any real thought to motherhood, but right now your pleasure muddled mind thought that getting knocked up by your husband was a good idea. Or maybe his dirty breeding talk was a turn on. Whatever it was, you found yourself loudly moaning, “Yes! Coryo, yes, yes, yes!”, while cumming hard around his hard cock.

Coryo's lust blown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he witnessed you squirting messily around his cock. It was the hottest thing he's seen in his life. Oh, how you're fucking perfect for him. “The idea of being round and full of my child has you making a mess on my cock, baby.” Your husband points out while pistoning in and out of you at an uncontrollable speed. “Fuck, baby, you're so wet. Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon.”

Resting your forehead against his, you blissfully order, “Cum inside me, Coryo. Knock me up.”

And that was all Coryo needed to hear to release his pent up please. His balls tensed as he bucked up deep inside of your cunt, only to unleash rope after rope of his cum. You hold on to his shoulders as he empties his balls inside of you; painting your room white with his thick, hot seed.

And when he's spent, he finds your lips with his for a glowing, lazy kiss.

“I promise, after tomorrow things’ll change for us.” The platinum blonde declares while pulling you to lay down in the bed with him; covering the two of you up with a thin duvet. “Our kid’s not going to grow up like we did- poor without their parents.” Coryo softly strokes your back, mindful of the still healing wounds amongst the freshly raised scars. Of which he's partially responsible for. Pressing a kiss to your hair, he says, “They're going to grow up as proud Capitol citizens with both its parents. With an Elite Officer for a father and a loving, caring mother.”

“But they'll still be born in the Districts, Coryo.” You remind your husband.

“At the hospital on the PK Base, which is Capitol sanctioned grounds.” Coriolanus counters. Pressing a hand to your flat stomach, he confesses, “I can't wait to watch you grow our child.”

“Coryo, we don't even know if I'm pregnant yet. We haven't been married for too long.”

“Oh, I know you're pregnant.”

“You do, don't you?”

“Mhm…” Your husband hums. “Father's intuition.”

“I thought it was mother's intuition?” You ask, brows slightly raised.

“No.” Your husband shakes his head. A small smile graces his face. “It's father's intuition and I just happen to have it.”

Coriolanus didn't have father's intuition. What he had was a penchant for survival; for rising to the top no matter what. And he’s determined to get his beautiful wife pregnant and to move the two of you as far away from 8 as possible. He's sure as hell that having a child with you will cement his claim on whatever inheritance that Capitol owes you. By being both the husband and the father of your child, the Capitol has to grant him whatever money or property the late Halvirs had in probate to him. Also, Coriolanus is positive that he'll pass his officer's exam; that you'll be heading to District 2 for his Elite Officer's training sometime after the New Year.

One thing Coriolanus Snow knows well is how to stay afloat, how to survive impossible odds. And he's determined to win again, but with you by his side.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1928 house is known as the Doll's House. The Swiss Chalet style home was designed by William Van Egmond as a wedding present for his daughter, and became a designated heritage property in 1983. Located in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, it has 2bds, 1ba, $299,900.

It is soooo cute! You enter and there is a large closet to the right.

The owners have painted it pure white, which masks the architectural features, but you can paint them contrasting colors to match your decor. Look at how interesting the fireplace is- I don't know if it was ever real- there's a wire in the wall, probably for electric logs.

The wood around the interesting triangular window is obliterated by the white paint.

Details of the fireplace.

I wonder what the original color of the wood was. Forget about staining it, now that the paint is on.

Look at that- a little built-in bench. Do you think that the details would look better in pastel or a dark brown or black? There's an old phone on the wall, so the bench was for sitting and talking on the phone.

Isn't the little dining area cute? Two built-in cabinets.

The kitchen is directly off the dining room, and look at the vintage door chimes.

In the vintage kitchen they painted the frame around the fridge black. I don't think I like black. Notice the small triangular window.

There's a little cupboard in the corner and maybe even a place for a small bistro table or island on wheels.

Oh, look at that, I didn't realize that the closet door is glass.

What a large primary bedroom. Very nice. More beautiful features.

Cute vintage bath. The tub looks original. Why do they like that weird beige-y color?

Little pedestal sink with an original medicine cabinet over it.

The 2nd bedroom has a surprisingly big closet.

Look at the skinny window on the stairs.

There's a closet and some shelving down in the basement.

Wow, look at the antique washing machine. It has a wringer. There's a nice workbench along the wall, too.

Outside, there's a cute fence and gate, plus a side door and the garage.

Nice evergreen tree in the yard.

Cute yard with another nice tree. 3,876 sq ft lot.

Gate for the 2 car garage. What happened to the road? Are they paving it, b/c they took away the driveway apron.

So adorable.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Perhaps

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (elven lady) Rating - 15 + kissing/ Word Count - 2425

Elrond sat inside his dimly lit chamber, surrounded by stacks of parchment and scrolls. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, as he diligently worked through the extensive paperwork that the high king Gil-galad had demanded he review before dawn. His mind often drifted from the task at hand, lured away by the crackling flames of the fire. Suddenly, a tender knock on the door broke the silence, causing Elrond to look up from the parchment with a hint of annoyance flashing across his features before he quickly composed himself. "Enter," he said, his voice calm yet authoritative.

The door creaked open, and Lady Y/n glided into the room, her soft footsteps barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. With a graceful motion, she closed the heavy door behind her. As she moved further into the dimly lit chamber, her presence exuded an air of elegance and quiet strength. Y/n, the daughter of a late elven lord, had always been a familiar figure in Mithlond, known for her compassionate nature and her genuine kindness towards Elrond, despite the disdainful looks of other high lords and ladies who regarded him with condescension due to his mixed heritage.

Her lustrous, curls cascaded down her back, intricately woven into a long, five-strand braid that accentuated the delicate features of her elven heritage. In the flickering candlelight, her skin seemed to glow with an ethereal radiance, adding to her otherworldly allure. Adorned in a floor-length gown of sage green, the fabric hugged her slender figure in all the right places, while corset-style lacing down the front accentuated her graceful silhouette. With every step she took, the soft rustle of the fabric filled the room, adding to the mesmerizing aura that surrounded her.

"I pray I am not disturbing you, Herald Elrond." She softly bowed,

Elrond's expression softened as he took in Lady Y/n's appearance, his gaze lingering on the delicate features of her face before returning to hers. “Not at all, my lady,” he replied, rising from his chair to greet her. “Please, come in. It's...a pleasure to see you.” He walked towards her, his movements fluid and unhurried, and offered her a gentle smile, “I've been meaning to speak with you about your father's passing. I'm so sorry for what happened.” As he spoke, he led her further into the room. The flames danced and crackled, casting a warm glow over the space.

"thank you, your words are a sweet comfort. I grieve for him of course and all he shall not witness but I know he would not wish me to linger in such sadness," she explained, "are you well herald Elrond? I know the high lords and ladies can at times be ... Cold. And I have not seen you at council of late?"

Elrond's eyes clouded slightly at her words, but he nodded understandingly, his expression thoughtful. “I am well enough, my lady,” he said quietly, his voice low and measured. “The weight of their disapproval is nothing new to me. But I have learned to live with it.” He walked over to a nearby table, where a small decanter of wine and two glasses sat waiting. “May I offer you a cup of wine?” As he poured the liquid into the glasses, the scent of fine vintages filled the air, mingling with the smoke from the candles.

"Thank you, you always have the best wines." she smiled stepping closer,

Elrond's eyes met hers, a spark of warmth igniting in their depths as he handed her a glass. “I'm glad someone else appreciates them,” he said, his voice tinged with a subtle intimacy.

As they stood there, the soft clinking of the glasses against each other seemed to fill the silence between them, punctuated only by the faint crackle of the fire.

Without thinking, Elrond reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind Y/n's ear, his fingers grazing her skin in a fleeting caress. Their gazes locked, the air thickening with unspoken tension.

She smiled and gently slipped her wine slowly and silently pacing the table "if I may ... Be somewhat personal?"

Elrond's eyes never left hers, his expression a mask of calm interest, but a hint of curiosity dancing in their depths. “Of course, my lady,” he said, his voice low and inviting, The candlelight cast flickering shadows across his face, His gaze held hers, a sense of expectation building between them, as if he knew exactly where this conversation was headed.

"As I'm sure you are well versed... Elves have a habit of being... Slow to action on some matters. Twenty years can seem but a blink of an eye and decisions no matter how small though over with great time and course."

A wry smile played on Elrond's lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded in understanding. “Yes, we elves tend to see beyond the immediate moment,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of self-deprecation. “We often consider the ripples that spread far and wide, like stones cast upon still water.” His gaze drifted away, lost in thought for a moment, before returning to hers, his expression turning introspective.

she nodded in agreement "so true... And larger matters even more so. I have watched so much in my life and I'm sure I have barely scratched the surface of all I am to see." She explained taking a moment to have another sip "So, when I ask this do not think I ask it without the prior thoughts. That I ask in impatience. I ask this having long thought it over"

Elrond's eyes locked onto hers, a deep understanding etched on his face as he listened intently to her words. “I see,” he said, his voice low and measured, as if weighing every syllable. His gaze never wavered, drinking in the sincerity that radiated from her very being. “In that case, I will answer you truthfully,” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone, as if the weight of her question had settled squarely upon his shoulders.

"has ... Your immortal life, yet been graced by a companion?" She asked being very proper and refined about the wording she chose as we common for high ladies and lords. She already knew the answer was no, but she still had to ask him.

Elrond's expression turned melancholic, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes as he gazed into the distance, lost in thought. “No,” he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the mere mention of such a thing was almost too painful to bear to think of all those who’s companionship he had lost. His father, his mother, his brother and so many he once called friends, and so many more who he was set to loose in decades to come. For a moment, he remained silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the distant hooting of an owl outside. Then, with a subtle sigh, he refocused on her, his eyes locking onto hers once more, filled with a deep longing that seemed to echo through the ages. “It has not,” he repeated, his voice firm now, but tinged with a hint of regret.

She softly nodded trying to hide her smile "... The spring." She said suddenly Changing the subject, "is often a time known for a fresh look apon the world, something new, a time to begin again or start a new." She suggested "many say... Morning then just flowers bloom in spring?" She encouraged

Elrond's eyes sparkled with amusement, a warm smile spreading across his face as he chuckled at her attempt to steer the conversation towards more pleasant topics. “Ah, yes,” he said, his voice filled with delight, “the spring is indeed a time of renewal, when the world awakens from its winter slumber and all around us comes alive.” he agreed, “but it is also a time for new beginnings, for shedding old skin and embracing the possibilities that lie ahead.” His eyes returned to hers,

she nodded in agreement "Many... Born in my year... Speak of the blessings of spring time. Many of them in Lindon and beyond are coming now to the ending of their own… Courtships." She smiled "I feel somewhat left out of it all." She chuckled "I'm sure you feel the same"

Elrond's expression softened, a sympathetic smile spreading across his face as he listened to her words. “Indeed,” he said, his voice filled with understanding, “many of our kind do find themselves drawn into the whirlwind of courtship and romance during this time of year.” He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he spoke. “As for feeling left out,” he said gently, “I must confess that I have grown accustomed to a certain... solitude over the centuries.” His gaze drifted away, lost in thought for a moment, before returning to hers. “But I sense that there is more to your words than mere sentiment?”

"Perhaps." She chuckled "... Forgive my... Long winded prologue to my true question"

Elrond's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his expression encouraging her to continue. “Please, do not apologize,” he said, his voice gentle and soothing. “There is no need for brevity when the heart speaks from a place of honesty.” He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together in front of him, inviting her to proceed. “So, tell me,” he said, his eyes locked onto hers, “what is it that you truly wish to ask?”

"... I wish to ask." She choked back her own words sitting her glass on the table and moving closer resting her hand softly atop his own, "if perhaps this spring, you and I may?" She blushed suggestively

Elrond's eyes widened slightly, his pupils dilating as he felt the soft touch of her hand on top of his. For a moment, he seemed frozen in surprise, but then a slow smile spread across his face, and he reached up to gently brush his hand against her cheek, “Perhaps,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, “this spring may bring more than just renewal and growth.” His eyes locked onto hers, burning with intensity as he spoke. He leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers, as he breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume.

she nodded her eyes wide with excitement,

Elrond's eyes flashed with desire as he gazed at her, his lips still inches from hers. Without another word, he leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. As they kissed, the air around them seemed to vibrate with tension, the only sound the quiet hum of the candles and the soft rustle of their clothing. Elrond's hands slid up her arms, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers in a sensual dance.

Their bodies pressed together, sending shivers down their spines as they savored the taste of each other.

It had been centuries since Elrond had felt this way about anyone, and yet, with her, it was like no time had passed at all. As they broke apart for air, Elrond's eyes locked onto hers, burning with passion and desire.

she bit her lip but shook her head, "Forgive me but... I will not.”

“Whyever not?”

“Until I know you what Intentions you lead me there with Herald Elrond." She whispered, "A lady of the court must... Remain ever vigilant. So tell me? Your Intentions. As I'm sure I need not tell you that if courtship are not to be given I shall have to decline such …actions," she cooed purposely toying with him a little,

Elrond's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths as he regarded her. He knew that she was playing a delicate game, testing his intentions and weighing her options carefully. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the silence hang between them like a challenge. Then, with a subtle smile, “My dear lady,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “I assure you, my intentions are pure... and entirely honorable.” He raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as he continued, “No games, no politics, no hidden agendas, only the simple joy of each other's company... and whatever else may come of it.” With a sly smile, he added, “I promise you... the most unforgettable night of your life.”

"I do not want one night Elrond." She said "for one night alone would be a curse, a forever memory I will never be able to feel satisfied without" she said "I ask for every night. Or not at all." She whispered kissing his hand in hers holding it to her chest so he could feel how her heart was racing

Elrond looked at her, his gaze searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but instead, he saw only conviction and desire. For a moment, he said nothing, his mind reeling with the implications of her words. No one had ever asked him for such a thing before... no one had ever dared to dream of having him all to themselves. And yet, something about her request resonated deep within him. Perhaps it was the sincerity in her voice, or the way she held his hand to her chest, feeling his pulse beat alongside hers... Whatever the reason, Elrond found himself nodding slowly, a small smile spreading across his face. “Every night,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

"truely? This is what you want?" She whispered terrified he would reject her

Elrond's smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with a fierce inner light as he nodded again, his grip on her hand tightening. “Truly,” he repeated, his voice firm and resolute. “I want everything you can give me,” he whispered, his breath caressing her skin as he leaned in closer. “I want to wake up beside you every morning, to feel your touch and taste your lips.” His eyes burned with intensity as he spoke, his words pouring out like a river of fire. “I want to explore every inch of your body, to learn every curve and contour, every secret and every pleasure.” he cooed, “Say the words, and I will make you my wife by the dawn.”

“Yes.” She gasped,

As he gazed into her eyes, a warm smile spread across his face. Their lips met once more, this time with a spark not just of passion, but of deep, enduring love and unwavering trust. A sense of excitement pulsed through them both as they contemplated the immortal life they were about to embark on together, filled with endless possibilities and shared moments that would last for eternity.

[billielolly]

Sims 3 Build - Spellbinding Suburban

This Victorian-inspired family home is full of mystery, making you wonder what's going bump in the night. 3 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms on a 30x20 lot.

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[dollish-shard]

The Hypnowitch

Hypnowitch whose very aura is enough to draw people near her under her spell. Her eyes are so captivating they're impossible to resist, her voice so charming that any request made cannot be disobeyed.

She hates it. She hates this power with all of her being.

She goes everywhere with dark sunglasses, hiding her eyes. She mumbles everything she says as to not accidently issue a command. She spends most of her time cooped up in her isolated manor, communicating with others over the internet, where her power has no sway.

To control others is her heritage, her birthright, but she wants no part in it. Her mothers were despots who used their power to control, always getting what they wanted. And for her, who was immune to their powers...

She swore never to turn out like them.

Most in town feared the witch anyway. They averted their gaze, avoided her, lest they be subject to her control. It was, to them, deeply unpleasant, having their free will ripped away. It was understood she did not intend it, but humans are ever fearful of the different.

Except for one girl.

Where others fled, she remained, watching the witch when she could. Letting that control wash over her, shivering with pleasure as her mind blanked out. She wanted to feel it all the time. She wanted to be completely under the witch's power.

One day, the witch, hurrying to finish her chores, tripped, spilling her belongings all over the ground. The girl's heart soared, for she saw her chance.

"Let this one, Miss!" She said, running over and gathering the witch's things.

"Oh, no, you don't have to, really, it's fine..." The witch mumbled, shaking her head, but the girl continued anyway.

"It is no trouble, Miss! This one exists to serve you!" The girl felt her mouth and body move on their own, and knew bliss like she'd never before.

Blushing with embarrassment and shame, the witch took her things from the girl, muttering apologies, and rushed away as fast as she could.

When the girl's will returned, her mind was made up. She knew what she had to do.

The witch rarely got visitors, her manor so far from any civilization. So when she got a knock on the door, her heart sank, anxiety and fear overwhelming her. She hastily grabbed her glasses and rushed to the door with trepidation in her heart.

She looked through the peephole, and saw the girl that had helped her before. Fear swelled in her heart, for surely this girl had come to get revenge.

"Miss witch?" The girl called. "Are you there? Please open up..."

Swallowing her fear, the witch opened the door.

Instantly, the girl lit up, dropping into a deep bow. The witch shook her head, taking a step back. "No, no no please don't, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..."

The girl looked up, and smiled. "Don't apologize, miss. This one has come to pledge itself to you."

As the witch stared, mouth agape, the girl continued, the words compelled from her lips but coming from her heart. "This one has always yearned to serve, Miss. It could think of no greater honor than you be a vessel for your will."

"You... want this?" The witch asked. She had never experienced anything like this before.

"More than anything, Miss." The girl nodded.

"And you're not afraid?"

She shook her head. "No, Miss. This one is eager and willing."

And the witch knew that her words were true, for she had asked for the truth, and her power ensured it. A new, strange feeling bloomed in her chest, filling her body with warmth.

"Then... look into my eyes, little one. Gaze, and be claimed."

She lowered her glasses.

And the girl stared, and felt herself sink further than she ever had. The world around her melted, for what took up her entire mind now was her world. Her Miss, whose power in full she at last was under.

The girl was washed away, revealing the true self, the doll, underneath.

The witch rarely leaves her home anymore. The people of the nearby town feel much safer, without her strange aura twisting their thoughts. In her place acted a doll, obeying the commands of its Miss.

And yet, the witch is happier than she's ever been.

She lets her eyes uncovered run over her devoted servant, issues commands in firm tones. Her heart sings, because she knows that the control she takes is freely given, and not cruelly stolen.

And both witch and doll finally, in each other's embrace, feel comfort.

[tragicallyuncreative]

Merry Crisis 🎄

Per usual, I am scrambling to get in my minimum volunteer EMT hours this year and because I don’t have kids, I’m happy to pick up holiday shifts and let those with families enjoy their kiddos at home! On till 9 and if call volume is miraculously low (doubtful) will be working on some more Curtis gang holiday drabbles/ chapters. Just returned from a classic holiday 911 call- family gathering/ dinner gone south with drunk brothers fighting and one stabbing the other through the arm with a screwdriver 😬 Surprisingly little blood, stabilized the penetrating object, and hauled ass outta there with brother in handcuffs and patient still swearing revenge as we loaded him in the back. I love the holidays 😂

~ ✨and now… presenting The Outsiders characters as seen through holiday EMS/ ED visits✨

Darry: classic Christmas lights mishap. Slipped off the roof and landed directly on his ankle. Pretty impressive open fracture. Johnny took one look at the bone poking through the skin and puked on the spot. Bonus: Mr. Curtis was very eager to teach the boys about his Jewish heritage and Hanukkah traditions until 7-year-old Darry thought the menorah in his bedroom window looked sad with only 2 candles lit so snuck the box of matches and tried to light all the candles, then pulled the curtain BEHIND THE LIT MENORAH to hide the fact he was using matches without permission. This went about as well as one would expect (this may or may not be based on personal experience 😬)

Two-Bit: tried to deep fry a turkey in a bucket of oil in his backyard to bring to the Curtis’s for their first Christmas without their parents. The resulting explosion was heard throughout the neighborhood. Splash burns to face and arms. Chest was protected by clothing but Two-Bit was extremely upset that is Mickey-in-a-Santa-hat shirt was ruined and would rather have just taken the extra burns to salvage it. ✨real-life call I’ve personally responded to. Family was more concerned with turkey than charred Uncle Dave.

Steve: attempted to run over 12-year-old Ponyboy’s painstakingly built snowman with his new (used) truck. Didn’t wear a seatbelt because why would he. Gunned the engine too hard, jolted forward on impact, face hit the dash, top two teeth went through his bottom lip. 4 stitches needed. Ponyboy laughed his ass off the entire ride there and asked if his freakishly large teeth were now sanded down. ✨real-life call I’ve personally responded to. 10/10 entertainment factor.

Sodapop: frostbite to entire left foot because he forgot to wear a sock inside his snow boots. Couldn’t feel his toes but thought that meant he was just really well-insulated and continued to build his igloo. Mrs. Curtis soaked his foot in warm water for 2 hours until blood flow returned.

Dallas: told a small child in the dime store that Santa wasn’t real. Kid started crying. Kids dad appeared and sucker punched him so hard he was knocked out cold. Woke up on the floor with a black eye, concussion, and people continuing to do their Christmas shopping while stepping around him.

Ponyboy: home alone and forgot about the baked Mac n cheese he was supposed to take out of the oven because he was reading a book. In his defense, the book was really good. Then fell asleep on the couch and woke up an hour later to smoke pouring out of the oven. Opened the oven door, saw flames, and instinctively tossed a glass of water blindly inside. Made it worse so instinctively reached in, pulled out flaming casserole dish, and threw it in the sink. Burns to hands and temporary vision difficulties from steam.

Johnny: decided he totally could be a hockey champion with the proper training. Also has the worst hand-eye coordination known to man. Hit hockey puck so hard that it overshot the goal, bounced off a tree trunk, rebounded, and hit him directly in the face (picture Ross from Friends episode). Broken nose and two chipped teeth.

Lilah Matthews (age 10): decided her tree nut allergy was a personal weakness and could be overcome by sheer willpower. Baked a pecan pie all by herself, proudly took a bite, and blew up like a balloon. Two-Bit panicked, couldn’t remember how to use the epipen, tossed her in the truck, and drove to the hospital at 90 MPH. ✨call I picked up on way back to the station. Car driving like a maniac and flagged us down. Kid told me the Reese’s cup he ate despite deadly peanut allergy was 100% worth it.

Bonus Betty for @fangirl-docintraining : very excited to use the brand new invention of the electric hand mixer to make Mrs. Curtis’s renowned cheesecake recipe. First Christmas dating Darry and determined to make a good impression. Bent down to squint at recipe card while mixing and hair got caught in mixer, causing minor scalp bleeding with chunks of hair ripped out. Forced to adopt a fuck ass Bob™️ haircut and loves it, just wishes acquiring it wasn’t so painful.

Feel free to add on. The potential is great 🤣

[just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl]

Ace attorney headcanons I have cuz I can’t focus on just one thing

Phoenix/Ryuichi hated his name when he was younger but he has grown to love it in his adulthood

Miles finds Kay’s rants interesting

Phoenix is a Japanese American hybrid and is proud of his heritage on both sides.

Trucy actually knows quite a bit of law

Phoenix is great at Japanese but not perfect

Ryuichi is great at English but not perfect

Edgeworth has ‘girls nights’ with franzica where they gossip

Larry was messing with Phoenix in the beginning of turnabout time traveler.

Apollo naturally attracts ladies (juniper was not a solo incident), but he is too focused on other things to notice or care.

Phoenix doesn’t have a law degree, he has a degree in art though. (Look it up it’s not required to have a law degree to take the bar in some places)

Athena wears her special headphones somedays when everything is too much.

Maya is acesexual and maybe Aromantic as well.

Trucy has an inkling of her and Apollo’s biological relationship.

The ‘little big brother’ is a running gag of sorts between the group.

Phoenix is actually a genius and would be absolutely terrifying if he ever got serious or learned how to properly use his smarts. But his brain sometimes makes connections before he even realizes it, and ‘bluffs’ as a result.

Kristoph did his best to isolate Phoenix from his friends. It got to the point where Phoenix had to be careful who he meet up with or what he wrote or spoke, thankfully he managed to keep some friendships.

Phoenix has a bit of a rough relationship with his parents as an adult, he loves them and they love him but there are just some things they can’t agree on.

Apollo has a great singing voice, but gets super nervous when others are watching him so it causes him to mess up with his cords of steel.

All the Lawyers in the wright anything agency are strong. Phoenix can kick and knock down doors, Apollo helped Clay with astronauts training, and I don’t need to tell you about Athena do I?

Phoenix is actually pretty well off (royalty checks from Britain for some reason) but he was taught that money earned himself is better. He was also taught to be frugal. But he is often a little TOO frugal when he doesn’t need to be and that offen leads to greater trouble. (This might as well be cannon, the reason why his back was so bad in SoJ was because he skipped out on a proper hotel, yet he had money to blow for Trucy’s allowance in aa4 and on a plane ticket)

Kay is super athletic and is a master at parkour

Maya is kinda bitter about Mia leaving the Fey clan and becoming a Lawyer, not in the how dare you kind of way more like, I miss you and hate that you left me way, like someone you were really close to moved to a new town for understandable reasons but you don’t get to see them as often.

Pearl needs glasses

[st4r-th0ughts]

Different starts, same path.

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(platonic) Shinnok’s Spawn! GN! Reader x Mk11 Mileena

tw/cw: typical Mileena behavior of wanting to eat people, third person pov, uses you/yours, may be ooc considering i have a soft spot for Mileena 😔, a bit of more mk9 esque mileena bc i think mk11 Mileena isn’t exactly canon, sadly this fic doesn’t focus on the dynamics of reader and Mileena much, but I’ll work on it trust

note: for @thesilverymoonmaiden , I was intending on tagging you in the intro post including Mileena, but I decided to write a spin off fic bc why not, enjoy!

summary: You, Shinnok’s Spawn, casted away for your heritage you didn’t ask for. Mileena, the clone of Kitana Khan, and the supposed rightful heir of the throne of Outworld. Who knew you two were capable of being friends? Well, considering you were helping her overthrow Kitana, damn right you guys were.

Sounds of the Shaolin Monks passing by you send a brief shiver down your spine as you hear their loud voices echo through the confines of your mind. It reminded you too much of the times the Special Forces were trying to hunt you down.

Mileena watched the monks run past the door of the Sky Temple with a predatory glare, about to jump out and rip the guts out of the slowest, rookie monks lagging behind, when you placed a hand on her shoulder.

“No. We save strength for the final confrontation in case it comes to it, Mileena.”

Mileena was reluctant to heed you, the Tarkat instinct in her clawing at the surface to ignore your words and dash forward, but your calm, level-headed advice has always saved her ass multiple times, so she concedes, slipping back on her mask.

Silence befalls the temple as the sounds of the monks fade away into the distance as they miss you two, and Mileena nudges your elbow lightly, the two of you rushing soundlessly into the depths of the temple, her following your lead deeper to your goals.

You wouldn’t call this alliance between you two a friendship, per say. You’ve been betrayed, cast aside, and hunted for being the blood spawn of evil incarnate. While she, was a clone, with no sense of identity, and relies on her favoritism from Shao Khan to have a purpose. Both denied of family… and both who yearn for a shred of respect, and want revenge.

Finally, you two reach your goal. There it was, in all its glory, your creator’s amulet. Mileena’s eyes narrow in recognition as she stares at the gold circle, while you stare at the emerald that adorns the centre, feeling the subtle lull of its power, its enticing darkness, calling for you to hone, wield it.

A simple nod from you prompts Mileena to hurl her sais at the glass encasing Shinnok’s Amulet, you moving in sync to use your fire to heat the glass, watching the clear casing melt into thin shards as you set them down on the stone floor, walking forward and grabbing the amulet from its stand.

“This… feels almost too easy.”

Mileena rasps out, her eyes darting around restlessly, her hand finding the sai lodged into the wall behind the casing as she gave you a look, your eyes widening as you realise that one, she’s right, and two, there’s someone in the temple with you.

“NAME. Put down the amulet, its darkness will take ahold of you faster than you think.”

Your eyes narrow as you spin around, a violent snarl ripping from your throat, staring at the oh so wise face of the Thunder God, Raiden, your hands gripping the amulet with such force, that Mileena doesnt dare stand by your side for the fear of being at the receiving end of your wrath.

“Thunder God. Of course you’ve been watching us.”

You sneer, stepping forward as you crack your neck, glancing down at the god’s stance. The way he was wary of your fury, and yet, he didn’t seem to be ready to take you seriously was only serving to make you more pissed than ever.

He stepped forward, blue electricity crackling at his fingertips as he advanced towards you slowly, as if trying to tame a wild, feral animal, Mileena growling as she steps beside you, brandishing her two sais.

“You won’t stand in the way of our takeover, Thunder God!”

She snarled out, her raspy voice holding a strong amount of animosity and a surprising hint of care as she stands by your side. You gaze at the clone with a raised eyebrow, wondering whether that perhaps, the friendship that she claims she cherishes with you, maybe holds more water than you think.

You ignore the small smile that tried to creep up on your face, grabbing her shoulder as you shake your head, gazing at Raiden who was getting ready to send the first blow, giving the tarkaten princess a look that conveyed that ‘fuck no, you guys arent winning against a literal god.’

Without missing a beat, the two of you disappear in a fiery inferno as Raiden send a electric orb at you two, the teleporation spell sending you two tumbling into a bush, you groaning as Mileena helps you up, the two of you standing in silence.

“You will regain your throne, Mileena, with this amulet. I’ll help you control the power, unlike last time.”

A olive branch. Her response determines if her talk of you being her friend, the sibling she never had, was true, or it was like all the promises in your life, ones that crumble into ash like your life as you once knew it.

She stares at you with sharp eyes, nodding as she keeps her sais in her waist pouch, tilting her head, almost sensing your undercurrent of distrust as a small grin creeps up under her mask.

“I will hold you for your word, Earthrealmer. Perhaps I’ll make you my advisor when i regain my rightful place from Kitana.”

You raise a eyebrow, the small smile finally allowing itself to show. While you were helping her solely because you, by your standards, owed her a favor for saving you in Outworld a while back, your loyalty is only tied to those only you want to help, perhaps Mileena has earned your friendship.

fin.

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[throneofsapphics]

natural

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Each step on the cobblestone seemed to echo throughout your entire body, and you allowed yourself one glance back. The curtain on the large front window was parted, your mothers face peering through to watch you. You made eye contact, and she swung the fabric back, obscuring your view of her. A clear dismissal. You swallowed harshly, and turned away, debating if this was worth it. They were worth it, you reminded yourself. 

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: homophobia, toxic family relationships, disownment, drinking

“It’s not natural,” your mother protested as tears filled your eyes. 

“I’m in love,” you protested, “that’s the most natural thing there is.” 

“Not with …” Your father sighed, rubbing one hand over her face. You knew they loved you in a sense, but they always expected you to live up to their expectations, and what they expected your life to turn out as. A husband, a small army of children, and a nice little house on the outskirts of your city. Maybe that’s what you craved, at one point, but that’s not what the Gods had in store for you and you couldn’t help who you fell in love with. 

“I didn’t raise you to turn out this way.” Your mother snapped. Your father shot her a wary look, but she wouldn’t budge. Her face grew red, and you saw tears fill your eyes. “If it was two men I wouldn’t care, but a female?” She ranted, “I won’t allow it.” Her hand clenched around the stem of her wine glass as the liquid swished back and forth. 

“You can’t control this.” You said quietly. 

“You will do as you are told.” She snapped, pushing up from the table and leaning over to try and get closer to you. 

You shoved your chair back abruptly, “I will not,” you said in a shaky voice, struggling to put a lid on your anger. 

“If you want to call this your home, you’ll abandon those notions.” 

“Dear,” your father started, his eyes wide in alarm, “that’s a bit extreme.” 

“I’ll go pack my things.” Silence radiated through the room as you exited. Maybe that was the worst part, that they didn’t try to fix things or call you back. How they just let you go. The parents who claimed to love you, throwing you away because you didn’t fit their mold. 

Your older sister waited outside the door, her eyes wide and filled with tears. “Please don’t go.” Only two years separated the two of you, and you’d always been close - thick as thieves, everyone would say, even mistaking you for twins frequently. Sometimes, the two of you didn’t bother to correct them. 

“You can’t ask that of me,” your voice was hoarse and you were barely holding it together. She was moving out soon, newly engaged. Your parents knew you were seeing someone and had badgered you for months about your mystery lover, and who he was. You felt your soul slowly tearing in two. Tugged between your family and living your truth. Between hiding and shoving part of yourself down, or embracing who you are. 

“I know,” she sighed, and took your hand. “I’ll help you pack.” 

Together, you were able to quickly put together a small pack for you, filled with all of your essentials and everything you’d need for the near future. There was a knock on the door, and you scented your mother standing outside. Scented, you thought about that bitterly. A different father than the rest of them, a small affair your mother kept as a ‘family secret.’ Even though your father had quickly forgiven her, desperate to keep her, you were a demi-Fae, and there was no hiding the small canines poking out of your teeth. You kept your smiles closed-lipped, taught to hide your heritage from a young age. And magic, that was explained as an anomaly and you still had tutors to try and help you control it. “We don’t need a loose-cannon in the house.” 

“We expect her out within the hour.” She didn’t mean for you to hear the words, but they were harsh and cold. 

“Mother,” your sister tried to plead with her, but she only repeated the words and took off down the hall, her shoes clacking on the tile. 

“I’d best get going then,” you forced the words out. 

“Where will you go?” She asked, closing the door and leaning against it. 

Your brother and his wife would take you in for the night, you knew that. That was probably your best bet - and they were just over a mile away, you could make it there in easy time. You almost laughed to yourself, if they knew who your lovers were, they’d likely take a very different tune. And when they found out … you might be using water to douse some flames. 

“Probably to Erik’s,” you named your older brother. She nodded to herself, and sent you a tight lipped smile. 

“I don’t think any differently of you, you know that right?” 

“I know.” You sent her a soft smile and she strode across the room, tugging you into her arms. The dam you kept on your tears almost broke right there, but you managed to keep it together. 

“Bring your mystery lovers to my wedding.” She insisted, squeezing your shoulder. 

You snuck out of the house, managing to avoid your parents and any other of the inhabitants, with the lone exception of the cat snaking around your legs, mewling softly. You crouched down and left a few scratches on her head before taking a deep breath and braving the cool late fall air. 

Each step on the cobblestone seemed to echo throughout your entire body, and you allowed yourself one glance back. The curtain on the large front window was parted, your mothers face peering through to watch you. You made eye contact, and she swung the fabric back, obscuring your view of her. A clear dismissal. You swallowed harshly, and turned away, debating if this was worth it. They were worth it, you reminded yourself. 

Halfway to your brothers, you changed your mind. Going there now and explaining everything, having to answer a plethora of questions, felt too raw. He wouldn’t turn you away, but you didn’t have any guarantees he wouldn’t feel the same way as your parents. Or that he wouldn’t try to talk you out of it as well. So, you took a different path, one still familiar to you, and ended up at one of the discreet side gates of the castle. The guards on duty recognized you, and the tear tracks on your face. 

One whispered something to the other, and took off across the castle grounds, likely to go find them. 

As you approached, the guard - actually a close friend of yours, laid a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, and you remembered you’d told her what you planned on tonight, of what you were going to tell your parents. 

“It was expected.” You tried to shrug it off. 

A figure was darting across the grounds, outlined in the moonlight. She withdrew her hand and stood back at attention. Aelin completed ignored her, instead taking your shoulders in her hands. You couldn’t control it any longer, and the tears started flooding your cheeks, dripping down your face and onto your tunic. 

“Oh love,” she murmured, wrapping you tightly in a quick hug before leading you inside. As soon as you’d reached their rooms, she pried the pack off your shoulders, laying it carefully next to the door, before tugging you back in your arms. Sobs wreaked through your body, your chest heaving as you wrapped your arms back around her. She ran her fingers through your hair, whispering how much she loved you, and other sweet things that flew over your head. All that you felt was her, her comforting presence, the thin lid she was keeping on her anger and the worry flooding each part of her. You were almost always put together, they’d probably seen you cry only a few times - and likely happy tears. It took a lot for you to break, but this night had set you over the edge. 

Rowan appeared a few minutes later, spotting you tucked in Aelin’s arms and the tears on your face. He managed to pry you away from her, planting you down on the couch before tugging you into his side. The tears were all gone, but your chest still heaved with silent sobs. Aelin returned with a glass of water, watching you to make sure you drank the whole thing. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” Rowan said with an unusually gentle voice. 

“I told my parents I was in love with both a male and a female. It didn’t go well.” You forced the words out of your mouth. “I didn’t get a chance to tell them who you are before they …” 

“They kicked you out.” Aelin’s voice was hard and you glanced up to see the flames dancing in the turquoise and gold eyes, flames starting to dance at her fingertips. 

“Don’t make me douse you in water,” you mumbled and the flames retreated slowly. “I’m sorry, I was going to my brothers, and I didn’t mean to intrude, I can leave if -” The words babbled out, coming in fragmented streams. 

“No.” Rowan interrupted you. “Don’t leave.” 

Aelin crouched in front of you, her fingers tilting your chin up so you’d meet her eyes. She glanced at Rowan once, before fixing her eyes firmly on you. “Live with us.” 

“I don’t want to be a -” 

She interrupted your sentence, guessing the next word on the tip of your tongue, “you’re not a bother,” she insisted. “Live with us.” You’d only been seeing them for six months, even with the mating bond it felt too … too much like they were taking in a refugee. 

“Please.” You blinked slowly before your eyes widened. You’re not certain you’ve ever heard those words from Aelin, except when Rowan was pulling them out of her in very specific ways. 

“Am I hallucinating?” She huffed, rolling her eyes at you and moving her hand away just for Rowan to grip your chin, twisting your head so you would look at him. 

“No. Move in here.” It was almost like a command rolling from him. You exhaled slowly and nodded. His face lit up, and you heard what might have been a small squeal of joy coming from Aelin. Rowan kept his grip on your chin, “we were going to ask you this week.” 

That made you feel a bit better about the situation. He leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before releasing his grip. You let out a low laugh, maybe something good would come out of this. 

Aelin tugged you out of your seat, before spinning you in a circle. You laughed as you twisted around, your top catching the air just enough to flare out. 

“If only Rowan wasn’t shit at piano, we could dance.” She grumbled, digging her chin into your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your waist to pull you close. Rowan let out a disgruntled noise. Both you and Aelin could play, but Rowan refused to dance except for special occasions. 

“They need to make something to record music.” 

“I’d empty my bank account for that.” Aelin sighed, squeezing you tighter. You leaned into her, resting your own head on her shoulder, and feeling at peace for the first time in a while. A weight was lifted off your shoulders, the burden of holding a secret like this, and you tried not to think of what else it might cost you. They were worth it, no matter what. 

Aelin sent Rowan off to hunt down some chocolate and wine. He seemed reluctant to leave, but a pointed look from her had him on his way. The two of you spent the night sipping fancy wine from the bottle, ignoring Rowan’s insistence for you to use glasses, as he ignored your attempts to get him to try another chocolate. 

“I’m still traumatized.” He’d deadpanned, looking right at Aelin. The chocolate-hazelnut cake, you’d heard that particular story a few times and broke into laughter. 

“Traitor.” Aelin grumbled at you, snatching the wine away. 

-

You fell asleep between the two of them that night, your back pressed to Rowan’s chest, Aelin’s arm thrown over the two of you as your legs felt together. Natural, this was natural and right. You belonged here, with both Aelin and Rowan, with the two loves of your life. With the ones you’d drown the entire world for. 

“Wake up,” you heard Rowan’s voice the next morning. Aelin grumbled and tugged you closer to her. 

“No,” her voice was half lidded with sleep as she wrapped herself around you. You blinked your eyes open, still heavy, to see Rowan standing at the end of the bed - already fully dressed and armed. His expression was a mixture of amusement and frustration as he looked to you, seeming to say please help. 

You raised a brow, but poked Aelin’s cheek. “Rowan says to get up.” 

“Fuck Rowan.” 

“You do that quite regularly, Fireheart.” 

She let out something like a squawk and buried herself deeper into you. 

-

The three of you took breakfast in their rooms that morning. Your body was hungry, you knew that, but your mind was wandering too much to focus on any food and you poked at your eggs, swishing them around the plate. Rowan was frowning at you, but he thankfully didn’t comment. 

“What do you want to do about them?” Aelin finally asked. 

“Nothing,” you answered automatically. 

“They hurt you.” You looked up to see her fist clenching her glass, her knuckles going white. 

Your mothers fingers were white knuckled around the stem of her glass as she stared at you with disdain and hatred, her face swirled into an ugly expression - one you’d never seen pointed in your direction. 

“They’re still my parents.” You managed to say, turning your gaze back down to your food, finally spearing a potato and lifting it to your mouth. Objectively, you knew the food was delicious, the food always was at the castle, but today it felt like ash in your mouth. 

“They still hurt you,” Aelin pushed. 

“Just …” you sighed, abandoning your fork and the pretense of eating. “Leave them alone, please.” You turned to Rowan, who looked a bit less likely to try and storm your parents house. A phrase, from your sister, popped into your mind ‘bring your mystery lovers to my wedding,’

“For now.” Aelin said, and that was probably as close to a compromise as you’d get out of her, and accepted it. 

“You’re invited to my sister's wedding.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and for a second you regretted mentioning it. “And we won’t ruin it,” you added as a warning. 

“No,” she sighed, “Rowan can just scare the shit out of them.” Even Rowan looked vaguely excited by the notion. 

-

Neither wore anything to signify they were royals, with the exception of the crest rings, but their presence and the way they carried themselves would be enough to intimidate anyone, even if their faces weren’t recognizable. 

“The King and Queen,” whispers along with shocked gasps following the three of you. Rowan squeezed his arm around your shoulders, and Aelin placed a kiss on your cheek. A clear signal of who they were here with, and it boosted your confidence and resolve. This would be the first time you saw your parents again, but you were here to celebrate your sister. You were glad, in a sense, that they weren’t able to attend the ceremony and couldn’t take away from her big day, even if the feeling felt a bit ugly inside of you. They would understand that. 

“The mystery lovers,” your sister mused as you approached her. “Your majesties,” she started to curtsey, but Aelin held her hand up. 

“We’re family now, aren’t we?” Your sister nodded, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Then none of that.” She embraced her instead, pulling her into a warm hug. You’d sent word ahead of time that it would be just you at the ceremony, and that your ‘mystery lovers,’ would join you afterwards briefly. Still, watching your sister walk down the isle, with you as her maid of honor - much to your mothers chagrin, was worth it. 

Rowan cleared his throat, “we can’t stay long, but we wanted to give you our congratulations.” 

He shook her hand, and her new husband’s - who was blushing almost as much as your sister was, to your eternal amusement. 

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Aelin sighed and winked at your sister, who returned it with a smile. Rowan glared at her half-heartedly. The three of you moved out of the way, letting others come and greet the new bride and groom. 

Then, you spotted your mother making her away across the room. Somehow, you managed to avoid her throughout the entire ceremony, but it seemed your luck was at an end. Sweat filled your palms, and your skin began to feel clammy. Rowan’s hand was a steady presence in the small of your back, as they watched your mother approach with a predator's glance, both of them on edge. 

“Your majesties,” she dropped into a courtesy, but they didn’t acknowledge her. “Y/n,” she reached her hand out for you, but Aelin shifted to stand in front of you, her eyes narrowed at the woman. 

“It’s good to see you.” Your mother tried, but didn’t reach out for you again.

You glanced around the room first, before squinting your eyes to size her up. “I’m afraid the sentiment is not returned,” you spoke quietly enough only she, Aelin, and Rowan would hear. 

Her eyes widened in shock, and her jaw dropped. You turned to look at Aelin, who was already staring at you with something like pride on her face. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and guided you away. Rowan fell into step next to you. 

“I’m proud of you,” he said under his breath. 

“Is it too late to turn her to ash?” Aelin asked, almost pouting. 

You snorted, “it would ruin the festivities.” 

“I suppose,” Aelin sighed, squeezing you closer to her. Warmth filled you as you turned to look at her. She pressed her lips to your forehead. “I’m proud of you too.” 

[unchartedcloud]

New Rules - Chapter 18

Chapter 18 - Nonsense

Sometimes, when a relationship is new, something soft and sweet turns into something...unabashedly smutty.

(Heads up: this one's got sexually explicit material.)

Clarke’s question interrupts Lexa’s thoughts, though not quite fast enough for her to hear its entirety. Not that she could hear much of anything if Clarke weren’t shouting—the woman has been blasting whatever eclectic mix of songs she’s chosen through most of Lexa’s speaker system all morning. “There’s every condiment in existence in this fridge, how can there be no butter?” Lexa’s eyes don’t leave her laptop screen. She rubs her chin; narrows her eyes; tucks the tip of her pen atop her middle finger and clicks through another set of prompts. “Did you want butter for your coffee?” she calls back.  “Very funny,” comes the response. “I know where the coffee is, thank you, but that does little to assist in the creation of toast.” Now why on earth would they put that button there? She starts another line of notes and answers: “It’s on the top shelf, my darling. Behind the creamer.” Silence follows; or rather, not silence, since the music is still blaring through the apartment, but still a conspicuous lack of fridge door-closing sounds or the toaster announcing the aforementioned creation of toast. Feet shuffle down the hall and Lexa doesn’t have to look up to know Clarke has abandoned the search for butter and instead has appeared at the open door to her office. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Lexa glances up only briefly, taking in the bright purple t-shirt emblazoned with Jazz and Heritage Festival, familiar heather gray sweatpants, and half-acetate, half-wire cat-eye frame reading glasses that characterize Clarke’s Sunday morning wardrobe in half a second before returning to her notes. “The butter is behind the creamer.” “Not that.” Lexa sees Clarke cross her arms and lean against the doorframe out of the corner of her eye. “What did you just call me?” She stops writing. Her brows knit together; she’d paid so little attention to what she was saying that she now has to actively try to recall what it was. “Clarke?” she guesses. “Nope.” Now Lexa does, for the first time, turn her attention fully to Clarke—and is met with raised eyebrows and the beginnings of a smirk. “Try again.” Puzzlement sets in. Had she said something strange? It’s on the top shelf…

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