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More Than Enough (Leon Kennedy x Chubby!Reader)


A/N- To all my chubby, soft, round, thick, beautifully imperfect readers — this one is for you. 💛
I know some days it’s hard to look in the mirror and feel good about the body you live in. I know what it’s like to sit in silence, wishing you could just be smaller — to take up less space, to hurt less, to be easier to love.
But please know this: your softness is not a flaw. Your body is not a burden. You deserve love, comfort, and safety exactly as you are.
I promise you — the right person will never ask you to shrink. They will see you in the ways you’ve never been seen before. They will kiss the belly you hide, adore the thighs you tug shirts over, and hold every inch of you with reverence.
This fic isn’t just a fantasy. It’s a reminder: you are not too much. You are enough. You are worthy. Right now. As you are.
If no one has told you that lately, let me be the one to say it.
I love you.
Take up space. Exist loudly. Be soft and take your time healing.
You are beautiful — and I mean that 💜
Requested by- @cocoapowders-blog
CW- Body image issues, negative self-talk, feelings of unattractiveness, crying, insecurity, comfort after emotional distress.
This fic contains vulnerable thoughts around body image and self-worth. Please take care while reading — your mental and emotional well-being comes first 🩶
You didn’t want him to see you like this.
You didn’t want anyone to.
The shirt you wore clung just a little too tight that night. You noticed it in the mirror, how it hugged your stomach, your chest, the way the fabric curved instead of falling. You tried not to think about it. But your brain had already started its descent — cruel little whispers pulling at every thread of your confidence.
Too big.
Too soft.
Unlovable.
You could hear laughter in your mind — girls thinner than you, prettier, with toned waists and flat bellies and effortless grace. Girls who looked like they belonged next to someone like Leon S. Kennedy.
You didn’t.
When the door creaked open, you barely looked up. You were curled on the edge of the bed, facing the wall. Your knees were tucked into your chest, arms wrapped tight like you were holding yourself together.
Leon stepped in with a bottle of water in one hand, and a soft “Hey, sweetheart,” already halfway on his lips.
But he stopped in the doorway.
“…You okay?”
You didn’t answer.
He approached slower this time. The click of his boots softened as he crossed the room, setting the bottle down quietly. The bed dipped with his weight, his thigh brushing against yours. You flinched — not because of him, but because you hated how exposed you suddenly felt.
“I asked if you were okay,” he said, voice gentler now. “But I already know you’re not.”
You swallowed hard. “Sorry.”
“For what?” His brows drew in. “Being human?"
You blinked, eyes already burning. You didn’t want to cry. You really, really didn’t.
But it was already pushing up through your chest like something thick and sour and shameful.
“I don’t feel pretty,” you whispered, words barely audible. “I don’t feel like someone you’d want.”
His silence was loud.
You felt the air shift — heavy, tender.
“…Where is this coming from?” he asked. Not accusing, just… concerned. Soft in a way that felt like a blanket being gently placed around your shoulders.
You tried to laugh it off, but it came out more like a choked breath. “From a mirror, Leon. From being in this body every day and wondering why you even look at me the way you do. I look at myself and see everything I wish I could cut off. Everything I wish I could change.”
He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t try to shush it away.
“I see my stomach and I feel disgusting. I see the way my thighs spread when I sit and it makes me want to hide. I feel like you’re settling. Like maybe you just love who I *am* but not…” you hesitated, voice breaking, “not what I look like.”
A pause.
Then Leon moved — slow, deliberate.
He turned you toward him, both hands coming up to cup your face like you were made of something precious. His fingers were warm, calloused from years of fighting things most people would never see. And yet, he touched you like you were something gentle.
“I hate that you feel that way,” he said, voice hoarse, almost breaking. “I hate that no one ever made you feel safe in your skin before.”
You tried to look down again, but his thumbs brushed your cheeks — firm but loving — guiding your eyes back to his.
“I’m not with you despite your body,” he said. “I’m with you because you’re you. And I love everything about you. I love the way your body feels when I hold you at night. I love the softness of your skin. I love the way you fill my arms completely when I pull you close.”
He leaned in now, forehead resting gently against yours.
“I love this belly,” he whispered, and his hand slowly drifted down — resting against the soft curve of your stomach. He didn’t grope. Didn’t tease. Just held it. Caressed it with a slow, open palm, like he was grounding you there.
Your breath hitched.
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “This is yours. And it’s beautiful. This—” he squeezed gently, affectionately, “is where I bury my face when I miss you. Where I rest my hand when we fall asleep. It’s real. And warm. And it’s you. And I love it.”
The tears came again, and this time you didn’t stop them.
He kissed your cheek. Then the trail of a tear. Then your lips — slow, steady, unhurried.
“I don’t want you to shrink to fit some mold someone else made. I want you exactly the way you are. Always have.”
Your voice was small. “You don’t think I’m… too much?”
Leon let out a breath, almost like a broken laugh, forehead still against yours.
“You’re everything,” he whispered. “Never too much. Never not enough. Just everything.”
He pulled you into his lap, cradling you, arms wrapped around your waist. His hand slid back over your stomach again, thumb moving in soft little circles. Like it belonged there.
You clung to him — not out of desperation, but relief.
Because for the first time in a long time…
You felt safe
You felt wanted.
And slowly, gently…
You started to feel beauitful.
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sevika week - day 1 [loyalty]
sevika x fem!reader, jealousy, fingering
you never worried about sevika.
not really.
you knew who she was—tall, broad, brutal, the kind of woman who walked into a room and made it stop breathing. she didn’t just turn heads, she snapped necks.
people didn’t flirt with her.
they offered themselves.
and you’d gotten used to it—how folks stared, whispered, how they looked at you like how the fuck did she end up with her?
but tonight?
tonight it gets under your skin.
you’re sitting on the edge of the bar at the usual spot, sipping on something sweet while sevika plays cards at her usual table. her coat’s slung over her chair, mechanical arm propped up like a shield. she’s halfway through a smoke, halfway through winning a round, and then—
some woman walks up to her.
not shy. not drunk.
just confident.
leaning over, tits pushed together like they’re bait, fingers brushing sevika’s shoulder like they belong there.
you can’t hear what she says, but you see sevika smirk.
see her lean back slowly.
and your gut twists.
because suddenly it feels like everyone in the room knows what that woman’s asking for.
and sevika’s not sending her away. not yet.
you slide off your stool, head low, throat tight.
your drink’s abandoned.
you don’t make a scene. you’re not that girl.
you just dip into one of the side hallways, where it’s quieter—cooler—less humiliating.
you don’t cry.
not yet.
but your chest hurts, and your hands won’t stop fidgeting, and you hate that tiny voice in your head whispering:
maybe she changed her mind.
you don’t hear her footsteps.
you just feel a wall at your back, a big hand on your waist, and her scent—smoke, leather, metal—everywhere.
“where the fuck’d you run off to?”
her voice is low. dangerous. but not angry. not really.
“needed air,” you mutter, not looking at her.
silence.
“is this about that chick?”
you glance up.
she’s got that look. the one where her jaw’s tight and her eyes are narrowed, like someone said something real stupid and she’s trying not to lose it.
you shrug.
“i mean. she was cute. and bold. maybe you wanted someone like that.”
her brow twitches. once.
then her hands are on you—rougher than usual, grabbing your jaw, your hip, her mechanical fingers warm against your skin.
“you really think i’d let someone like that touch me?” she growls. “after you?”
you don’t answer.
her hand slides lower. fingers splay wide across your stomach. then your inner thigh.
“you really think i’d fuckin’ entertain anyone else when i’ve got this pussy at home beggin’ for me?”
you gasp—her hand’s between your legs now, cupping you through your clothes. you’re wet. of course you are.
“sev—”
she pushes you back against the wall, lips at your ear, voice pure gravel and heat.
“nah, doll. let’s clear this up now.”
you whimper.
“loyalty’s not just about words. it’s what i do when eyes are on me. and it’s what i don’t do when temptation tries.”
her hand slips into your pants.
you moan.
“i don’t let them touch me.”
two fingers press right against your clit. slow circles. hard pressure.
“i don’t take their numbers.”
she’s whispering now, lips brushing your jaw.
“i don’t even look twice.”
she slips lower, teasing your entrance. you clench around nothing.
“because i’ve already got the best fucking thing in zaun between my fingers every goddamn night.”
you gasp as two fingers slide in—deep, perfect, claiming.
your hips buck. her hand pins you to the wall like she’s staking her flag.
“they can flirt all they want,” she mutters, fucking into you slow and filthy.
“but you? you’re the one who gets me.”
you’re already close. already whining.
your jealousy dissolves into heat, into breathy moans, into the wet sound of her fingers pumping you full.
“im yours. say it back,” she growls, licking a stripe up your neck.
“fuck—sev, i’m yours—”
“again.”
“i’m yours,” you cry, hips stuttering, voice breaking.
“damn right you are.”
and when you cum?
it’s hard. fast. overwhelming.
you shatter in her arms, sobbing her name against her throat, hands clinging like she’s the only thing tethering you to earth.
she holds you through it.
doesn’t let go, even after.
she pulls back just enough to look in your eyes, thumb brushing your cheek.
“next time someone flirts?” she says. “you come sit in my lap. make it real clear who i belong to.”
you blink up at her.
“…you’d let me?”
she grins.
“hell no. i’d make you.”
a lil late but better later than never
editing acc: @sevikastr4p on tiktok
#sevika smut#sevika week 2025#sevika supremacy#sevika arcane#arcane fanfic#lesbian#wlw post#happypridemonth#jinx#ekko
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To be loved is to be known [Harry Lewis/W2S]
Summary: Y/N knows Harry, and Harry knows Y/N.
Wordcount: 775
Warnings: some swearing, nothing major
masterlist - main masterlist
Lots of people knew lots of things about Harry. People knew his favourite colour, his favourite football club, his favourite types of videos to film. His friends knew his favourite drink, Simon knew his favourite football top, Tobi knew his Nando’s order. But nobody knew him quite like Y/N did. She could tell whether Harry wanted to buy something within seconds of him seeing it, she could tell the difference between him wanting to leave a place and him wanting to disappear completely.
“Are you joining us having a couple drinks at Cal’s place?” Lux asks Harry, leaning towards him. They’re out for dinner with quite a big group, which wasn’t too unusual for them, and Harry glances over at Y/N sitting across. She’s fixing her off-shoulder top when he catches her eyes. She gives him a questioning look, knowing him well enough to recognize he wants an answer out of her. “Are we having drinks at Cal’s after this?” He asks, and she shrugs. She notes the way his hands are tapping against the tabletop and his phone’s screen is facing upwards. “I don’t know, maybe one drink but don’t think we’ll stay out late, unless you want to?” She raises her eyebrows at him. She sees the doubt in his face, and how it’s different from his body language that tells her he’d much rather go home. “Won’t be too special, I think there’s people going straight home as well,” Lux mentions. He isn’t stupid, and after living with him for a couple of years, Harry’s face tells him that the day has been long enough. “Yeah, think we might do the same actually, but we’ll be there Saturday,” Y/N jumps in, and Callux nods. Harry gives her a smile, as she swiftly changes the conversation topic.
Later that night, they’re sitting on the couch, a pile of cards in front of them. “You fucker,” she curses as he puts down another plus four. She takes the cards from the pile as he puts down another card. “Thanks for saying no to Lux tonight,” He softly says as she puts down her card. “Hmm. I could tell your social battery would run out halfway through, I’m glad you listened to me,” She jokes, and he chuckles, grabbing a card from the pile. “When have I ever not?” He asks, and she raises her eyebrows at him. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He shakes his head with a laugh, chucking down another card. “No, no I don’t,” He confirms, and she laughs, looking at the cards in her hands. “We should skip nights out to play games more often,” She comments, before she smirks at him. “You didn’t say Uno, by the way.”
In the same way she knew him, he knew her.
“Baby, have you seen my…” He trails off as he walks into the living room, where she’s sitting crossed legged under a fluffy blanket, invested in her book. She’s comfortably nestled in a hoodie slightly too big, bright blue and more importantly the exact one he’d spend the last fifteen minutes trying to find. He sighs, and she looks up with those adorable clueless eyes, “Never mind. Did you drink anything?” She nods before getting back to her book, “Yeah, have tea,” she absentmindedly says. He walks over, checking the temperature of the mug— completely cold, as he guessed. He picks it up, walking away with a small smile and a shake of his head.
She doesn’t even notice him coming back until his hand is going through her hair. She looks up, waiting for him to speak. “Hi. My bag’s almost packed, my Uber’s here in fifteen minutes. I made you a tea,” She smiles, putting her book down next to her. “I didn’t realize it was that late already, you should’ve said,” she mentions. “Nah, you were too comfortable, thought I’d let you read. I get you to myself again after the weekend anyway,” he disagrees. She sits up and leans onto Harry, who’d sat down next to her, his shoulder. He lets out a content sigh, turning around to fully envelop her in a hug. She snuggles into his comfortable chest, loving how cuddly he could get. “Thanks for the tea,” she lowly says, and he presses a kiss on top of her head. “Don’t want you to dry out, do I? I know how into the story you can get,” he says, as if it’s nothing. To him, it probably was nothing, it’s just how he was. To her, it was everything. To be loved is to be known, after all.
#wroetoshaw#harry lewis#w2s#w2s x reader#w2s fic#w2s imagine#harry w2s#sidemen#sidemen x reader#harry lewis x reader
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"undressed" - Rhaneyra Targaryen


𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐀𝐔 (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: She was the sun. And the sun sets when she wants. But you were the moon. Some nights, you lit up the whole sky. Other nights, you disappeared without warning—left the world to figure itself out in the dark.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight angst; fluff; WLW yearning; eating out (both are absolute munches); soft fluff
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 5k
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: No description of the reader, no use of (y/n). English is not my first language. I am not responsible for the media you choose to consume. This made me horny af writing it 🤭.
𐔌 . ⋮ 𝒶𝑒𝓇𝒶 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
Loving Rhaenyra was easy. Too easy.
Loving Rhaenyra was like being kissed by a salty breeze near the ocean, cooling your skin on a burning summer day.
Like savouring a chilled beer while laughter flowed freely among friends, the world faded away in that perfect moment.
Her kisses tasted of her mint chapstick, because she hated the sweet berry flavours everyone else seemed to love. You could still taste the remnants of her last cigarette on her tongue as she leaned close and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.
You really couldn't imagine loving anyone else. Ever.
Rhaenyra was the type of girl who wore obscure band tees but blasted 2000s top hits and danced with you like no one was watching. She would wrap her arms around you from behind, holding you close as if she feared you'd vanish like smoke if she let go.
She scribbled poetry in her worn notebooks, filled with half-finished thoughts and feelings, but she always crossed out the lines before you could read them. When you pout in frustration, she'd lean in with a mischievous grin, planting a peck on your nose.
Why would you ever love another?
But loving Rhaenyra wasn’t always warm sun and lazy Sunday mornings.
Some days, it felt like drowning in glitter—beautiful, but suffocating all the same.
She had a way of disappearing mid-conversation, eyes drifting to somewhere you couldn’t follow. Of changing the song halfway through, just because the vibe felt off. Of smiling like she knew something you never would.
You once caught her crying on the fire escape at 3 a.m., mascara smudged like bruises under her eyes, cigarette ash falling onto her thigh. She laughed when she saw you and said something flippant about the moon being too close and too big tonight.
She never explained what that meant. You didn’t ask.
Loving Rhaenyra was easy.
But keeping her? Keeping her was like trying to hold light in your hands.
She was the sun.
Rhaenyra brightened the room with her warm smiles and sparkling eyes. She could lift your spirits and make even the gloomiest days feel better.
But when the clouds came, that’s when the trouble started.
Ignoring your questions and sad eyes.
Vanishing for hours, sometimes days, with no explanation. How she’d come to you barefoot, cheeks flushed from the night air, smelling like her Virginia Slims and cold wind. She wouldn’t lie, exactly—she wouldn’t answer.
You knew she couldn't be tamed. She was the sun.
And the sun sets when she wants.
You were her moon.
With your big, pretty eyes—the ones she said she loved the first time she saw you. You’d caught her attention just by sitting there, quiet and still at some stranger’s party, playing with the host’s black cat.
She felt drawn to you. Over and over again, her eyes found you.
Not loud. Not reckless. Just… patient. The kind of girl who knew how to wait someone out without ever chasing.
She was the sun, golden, loud, eyes burning when looking at her too long.
But you were the moon.
Slower, quieter. But no less unpredictable.
Some nights, you lit up the whole sky.
Other nights, you disappeared in your own mind without warning—left the world to figure itself out in the dark.
And sometimes, you pulled away too hard. Said the wrong thing with a voice too calm, too cold.
Left her waiting at a café with two untouched coffees, not answering your phone, not because you didn’t care, but because caring too much made your hands shake.
You hurt her without meaning to. The way people do when they don’t know how to be held.
And she—bright, burning Rhaenyra—took every silence like a storm.
“I don’t know how you do that,” she whispered. “The most intriguing girl at the party, not even saying a word.”
You didn’t answer then. Just smiled, soft and slow. Because you knew she’d come back. Not because she had to.
But because she wanted to.
But it wasn’t that simple.
There were weeks between then and now. Weeks of "coincidences", of seeing her across crosswalks and pretending not to notice when she doubled back.
Catching her eye in the corner store while picking up oat milk and trying not to stare when she smiled.
You saw her again outside the animal food shop on Main. She had a bag of cat treats under one arm and was arguing with the cashier about whether or not cats could be pescatarian.
You almost laughed. You didn’t.
But later, at home, you looked up the answer. Just in case she asked.
Another time, you passed her in the park. She was walking someone else's dog—big, unruly, leash looped twice around her wrist. You didn’t stop, didn’t say a word.
But her eyes met yours for half a second too long. And that half-second lasted the rest of your afternoon.
It was like that for a while.
Small moments. Half-glances. Tension that felt like an unfinished sentence between you.
She was the kind of girl who lit cigarettes she never finished. You were the kind who brought extra lighters just in case.
Eventually, it added up to something.
Something like a look across a party, a quiet smile.
And then—
She crawled into bed beside you, notebook in hand. “Don’t laugh,” she said, passing it over. “This one’s about you.”
You try to bite back a smile, brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear. "Is it the first one?" You asked quietly, not wanting to be too hopeful.
She hesitates, eyes flickering to the ceiling like the answer might be up there.
“No... But it’s the first one I didn’t cross out.”
You don’t say anything for a moment. Just take the notebook from her fingers and hold it gently, like it might burn if you’re not careful.
Rhaenyra watched as you carefully opened the notebook, her eyes following your fingers as they gently turned the pages. She had a habit of chewing on her bottom lip when she was nervous or anxious, and right now, that lip was caughtbetween her teeth.
As you read the words she had written, Rhaenyra's heart raced. She had never shown anyone her poetry before, not like this. It was a part of her soul, a piece of her that she kept hidden away from the world. But for some reason, she wanted to share it with you.
I’ve wondered why, the sun and the moon never meet only for such a fleeting moment do they hold each other
was it fate or was it a mistake when my eyes found yours the others looking away an eclipse
You looked up at her, your eyes meeting hers. In that moment, the rest of the world faded away. It was just the two of you, wrapped up in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the poem a palpable symbol of the connection between you.
"Thank you," you whispered, your voice soft and sincere. "For sharing this with me."
Rhaenyra smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her eyes. "Don't make me regret it," she teased, but there was no real bite to her words.
"It's beautiful," you murmured, your voice low and soft. "You're beautiful."
Rhaenyra felt a warmth spread through her chest at your words, a gentle heat that had nothing to do with the beer she'd been sipping earlier. She leaned in closer, her minty breath ghosting over your cheek as she whispered back,
"Beautiful... I wouldn't go that far," she murmured, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.
"Rhaenyra," you said, feeling a lump in your throat as you gazed up at her, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light around her. "This is... this is beautiful. I-... no one has ever," you breathed, struggling to find the right words, your heart racing with emotion, unable to finish your sentence.
Rhaenyra didn't say anything as her heart skipped a beat at seeing the glimmer of unshed tears in your pretty eyes.
Slowly, giving you time to pull back if you wanted to, she cupped your cheek, her palm warm and soft against your skin. Her thumb brushed away the tear that escaped, and she leaned closer until her forehead rested against yours.
"I don't want to make you cry."
She held you like that for a long moment, just breathing you in, feeling the gentle rise and fall of your chest against hers. Then, with a soft sigh, she pulled back just enough to look you in the eye.
She paused, searching your face, trying to gauge your reaction. Then she shrugged, a little self-consciously.
"But I wanted you to see this one. I wanted you to know..."
She trailed off, biting her lip again to find the right words. Finally, she just shook her head and laughed softly.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful... Sometimes I wonder if you're too good to be true."
With that, she closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and want and something that felt dangerously like love. A kiss that made your heart race and your toes curl.
You kissed her back fiercely, your fingers tangling in her hair, holding her face close to yours. You couldn't let her pull away, not now, not when you needed her so desperately. You craved the softness of her lips, the warmth of her skin, the way her heartbeat raced against your own.
She kissed you back just as fiercely, her fingers gripping the hem of your shirt, anchoring herself to you. She poured all of her longing, all of her want, into that kiss. She wanted to devour you, to consume you, to make you a part of her.
"So pretty," you whispered against her mouth, a giddy laugh escaping your lips between kisses. Tears streamed down your cheeks, the saltiness mixing with the fresh taste of her minty lip balm. "I can't... I won't let you go... not tonight"
Your words were a breathless plea, a selfish demand. For once in your life, you wanted to be greedy. You wanted to keep her, to hold her, to make her yours. The world could wait, the future could fade away.��In that moment, there was only her and you, lost in a tangle of limbs and racing hearts.
When you pulled back to whisper against her lips, your words sending shivers down her spine, Rhaenyra felt a fierce surge of emotion. She couldn't let you go either, not tonight. She refused to let this moment end.
"Then don't," she breathed, her voice low and rough with desire. "Keep me. Hold me."
Rhaenyra pushed you down onto the bed, hovering over you, her hair falling around you both like a curtain. She looked down at you with eyes that blazed with intensity, a fierce, almost feral look on her face.
"Tell me what you want," she demanded, her voice a low, breathless rasp. "Tell me how you want me, and I'll give it to you."
"I want you," you blurted out before you could stop yourself, the words spilling from your mouth like a secret longing you had held inside for too long.
The blushing glances and fleeting touches had been lovely, each one igniting a warmth in your chest. But now, as you lay there, you craved more.
"I want you," you repeated, this time with a confidence that surprised even you. "Here. With me. Every night." Your voice shook slightly, a mix of hope and fear churning within you, ready for the possibility of rejection. The quiet space between you felt charged.
Rhaenyra's breath caught in her throat at your words, a fierce surge of emotion welling up inside her. She searched your face, her eyes roaming over your features as if trying to memorise every detail.
"Every night," she repeated softly, a hint of wonder in her voice. "You want me... here... with you."
She leaned down, pressing her forehead against yours, her lips just a hair's breadth away from your own. You could feel the heat of her breath, the racing of her heart.
"I want that too," she whispered, her voice raw and honest. "I want to wake up next to you, to fall asleep with you in my arms. I want to fight and make up with you and everything in between."
You chuckled softly, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you gazed up at Rhaenyra, your eyes sparkling.
"Good," you whispered, your voice breathless and light. "I don't wanna get undressed for a new person all over again."
You reached up, gently tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering on the soft skin of her cheek.
"I don't wanna kiss someone else's neck and have to pretend it's yours..."
Your thumb brushed over her lower lip, tracing the soft, plump flesh, as you held her gaze captive with your own.
Rhaenyra shivered at your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as your thumb brushed over her lip. When she opened them again, her gaze was intense, filled with a hunger that made your heart race.
"Then don't," she breathed, her voice low and rough. "Don't pretend with anyone else. I don't want to share you."
She leaned into your touch, her cheek soft and warm against your palm. Then, suddenly, she straddled your hips, pinning you beneath her.
"I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this," she murmured, her hands sliding up your sides, pushing your shirt up and off. "The only one who gets to touch you, to taste you."
She leaned down, her breasts pressing against yours as she nipped at your neck, her teeth grazing your skin. "I want to be the only one who gets to hear you moan my name in the dark, who gets to feel you shake in my arms."
You gazed up at Rhaenyra, your heart pounding in your chest as you slid your hands slowly up the sides of her body, relishing the feel of her soft, warm skin beneath your fingertips. With a gentle tug, you pulled her white tank top off, exposing the smooth, toned curves of her torso.
Your hands eagerly sought out the soft, supple mounds of her breasts, kneading and caressing the delicate flesh. You could feel her nipples hardening beneath your fingertips as you teased and circled the sensitive peaks, drawing breathy gasps from Rhaenyra's lips.
"You are the only one," you whispered, assuring her.
"Good," she breathed, her voice ragged with need. "You're the only one I want to touch me like this."
She rocked her hips against yours, the heat of her core searing through the fabric of her thin lace panties. Her hands slid down your sides, over your stomach.
"Lift your hips," she commanded, her voice low and demanding. As you complied, she pulled your panties off in one swift motion, leaving you bare and exposed beneath her.
She took a moment to drink in the sight of you, her eyes darkening with lust. Then, with a wicked grin, she shimmied out of her panties until she was just as bare as you.
"Now, let me show you how much I want you," she purred, before trailing kisses down your body, pausing to pay attention to your breasts, before moving lower, lower, until she was nestled between your thighs.
She looked up at you, her eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "I'm going to make you scream my name until you forget every other girl's name but mine," she promised, before diving in and putting her mouth on you.
"Oh god, Rhaenyra...!" you gasped, your back arching off the bed as her tongue delved between your slick folds.
Your fingers tangled desperately in her messy hair, gripping tight as jolts of electric pleasure coursed through your veins. You could feel your hole clenching around nothing as she teased your puffy clit.
"Gods, yesss, please don't stop...!" you begged shamelessly, too lost in sensation to care how desperate you sounded. Your eyelids fluttered shut, eyes rolling back as you surrendered to the intense, building ecstasy.
Rhaenyra growled against your slick flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. She spread your lower lips wide open with her thumbs, exposing your most intimate parts to her greedy mouth. Her tongue delved deep, fucking into your tight channel with long, hard strokes. She lapped up your dripping arousal, moaning at the taste of your essence on her tongue.
"Fuck, you taste so good," she panted against your sex, her breath hot and heavy. "I could eat this pretty pussy for hours." To prove her point, she sealed her lips around your clit and sucked hard, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue. Two fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your clenching hole, pumping in and out, curling to stroke that special spot inside that made your toes curl.
Rhaenyra was relentless, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive you to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel your walls fluttering around her invading digits, your arousal dripping down her chin as she feasted on your cunt like a woman starved.
"Mmm, you're so fucking wet," she purred, pulling back just enough to blow cool air over your soaked, throbbing sex. "I love how needy you are for me, how much your pretty little pussy is dripping."
She plunged back in, sucking your clit hard as she fucked you with three fingers now, curling them just right to hit that spongey spot inside that made you see stars. Her other hand slid up your body to pinch and roll your nipple between her fingers, sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to your core.
"That's it, baby," she encouraged, her voice muffled against your sex.
"Holyfuckingshiitt," you whined desperately, your back arching sharply off the bed as her tongue delved deep into your dripping, aching core.
The obscene noises of her feasting on your pussy filled the room, mingling with your loud moans and gasps. She could feel your arousal dripping down her chin, coating her fingers as they pumped mercilessly in and out of your clenching, greedy hole.
Rhaenyra could feel your walls starting to flutter and clench around her fingers, your body tensing as your climax approached. She doubled her efforts, sucking hard on your clit as she fucked you with three fingers now, her thumb rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"So pretty, baby," she urged, her voice a low, rough growl against your sex. "Come on my tongue."
She could feel your body trembling, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew you were close. With a final, hard suck on your clit, she pushed you over the edge.
Your pussy clenched down hard on her fingers as your orgasm crashed over you, your juices gushing out to coat her hand and drip down her wrist. Rhaenyra moaned against your flesh, the sound vibrating through you as she worked you through your high, her fingers pumping slowly as your walls spasmed and fluttered around them.
Finally, as the aftershocks started to subside, she pulled back, her face glistening with your arousal. She licked her lips, savouring the taste of your release.
"Fuck, that was so hot," she panted, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on her tongue, making your head spin.
You gazed up at Rhaenyra, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath after the intense orgasm she'd just given you. Your faces were both glistening with the evidence of your arousal.
"Rhaenyra," you breathed out, your voice hoarse and shaky. You reached up, gently cupping her cheek, your thumb brushing over her swollen lower lip, smearing the slickness there. "How can I possibly repay the favour?" You giggled breathlessly, smirking as you bit your lip.
Your eyes shone with devotion and desire as you looked up at her, a soft blush colouring your cheeks.
Rhaenyra smirked at your words, a wicked gleam in her eye. She nipped at your thumb, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"Oh, I can think of a few ways," she purred, her voice low and full of promise.
She swung a leg over to straddle your face, her dripping pussy hovering just inches above your mouth. With one hand, she gripped the headboard for support, while the other slid down to spread her lower lips open, exposing her needy hole to you.
"Go on, baby," she breathed, her voice heavy with desire. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to work. I want to feel your tongue inside me, worshipping my cunt."
She rocked her hips, rubbing her slick folds against your lips, coating them with her arousal. The scent of her desire filled your nostrils, musky and intoxicating.
"Fuck," you breathed out, youe voice already rough with want. "Such a pretty pink pussy."
You leaned in, your tongue darting out to take a long, slow lick up her dripping slit. You moaned at the first taste of her, the flavour exploding on your tongue - tangy and sweet. You licked again, more firmly this time, your tongue parting her lower lips to delve inside, to lap up the slickness gathered there.
"Yes, just like that," Rhaenyra gasped, her grip on the headboard tightening. "Don't be shy, pretty girl."
You could only moan in response, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh as you obeyed her command. You licked and sucked, your tongue swirling around her clit before dipping back inside her hot, tight channel. You could feel her arousal dripping down your chin, coating your neck, and you loved every second of it. You wanted to be covered in her essence.
Your hands gripped her ass, pulling her harder against you, encouraging her to grind on your face, to take her pleasure from you. You wanted to feel her come undone above you, to hear your name falling from her lips like a prayer and a plea.
So you licked and sucked and worshipped her pussy with everything you had, your arousal building with each of her breathy moans and gasps.
Rhaenyra threw her head back, a low moan tearing from her throat as she ground her dripping cunt harder against your eager mouth. Her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, smearing her slick arousal all over your lips and chin, your cheeks and nose, marking you with her essence.
"Yes, fuck yes, just like that," she panted, her voice ragged and desperate. "Lick my pussy, baby. Suck on my clit. Make me come all over your pretty face."
She reached down, tangling her fingers in your hair, holding you in place as she rutted against you. Her grip tightened, bordering on painful, as her pleasure increased. She could feel her climax building, the coil of heat in her belly winding tighter and tighter.
"That's it, don't stop," she urged, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm gonna... fuck... I'm gonna come!"
With a final, hard grind of her hips, she came undone. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, gushing her release all over your face and into your mouth. She cried out your name, a ragged scream of ecstasy, as her orgasm crashed over her in intense waves.
You gazed up at Rhaenyra, your vision blurred by the tears of effort stinging your eyes and the slickness of her release coating your face. Strands of your hair clung to your skin, damp with sweat beads. You blinked rapidly, trying to keep your eyes on her.
You couldn't form any coherent words, too lost in the haze of lust and desire. All you could manage was a low, guttural moan against her sensitive flesh, the sound vibrating through her as you desperately licked and lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar. You couldn't get enough of her taste, her scent, the feel of her trembling body above you.
Your fingers dug into the firm globes of her ass, pulling her harder against your mouth, holding her in place as you worshipped her with your tongue. You wanted to be smothered by her, consumed by her pleasure, a willing sacrifice to the princess above you.
As her shudders began to subside, you looked up at her with hazy, half-lidded eyes, a drunk expression on your face. You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a breathless, incoherent babble.
"Mmm... Rhaenyra... you... taste... so... good..." you managed to stammer out, your voice rough and wrecked.
With a low, almost feral growl, you sealed my lips around her clit once more, sucking gently as you slipped two fingers back inside her fluttering channel. Helping her ride out the final waves of her intense orgasm.
Rhaenyra collapsed against the headboard, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked down at you with hooded, satisfied eyes, a lazy smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips.
"Fuck, that was good," she panted, her voice hoarse from screaming your name. She reached down, gently cupping your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. You could feel the sticky evidence of her release smeared across your skin, and the taste of her arousal still lingered on your tongue.
She lifted her body off you, her hair a wild mess of damp blonde strands around her face. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, the blue irises nearly swallowed up by the black of her pupils. She had a fucked-out, blissed-out look on her face, and you knew you were the cause.
Rhaenyra leaned in closer, until her forehead rested against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each shuddering breath.
"Look at you," she murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, her fingers trailing over your cheek. "You're a fucking mess, and it's all because of me."
She leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, tasting herself on your mouth.
Pulling you with her so that you were tangled together, your limbs entwined, your bodies pressed close. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight against her as if she never wanted to let you go.
You giggled breathlessly as Rhaenyra pulled you on top of her, instinctively wrapping your leg around her waist. Nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck, you inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of her perfume mixed with the musky aroma of your lovemaking. A contented hum escaped your lips as you breathed in her comforting, familiar fragrance.
"Mmhh," you hummed, your voice still rough from the passionate cries that had spilt from your mouth moments before. You pressed soft, lingering kisses along the column of her throat, tasting the salt on her skin. Your fingers traced idle patterns on the smooth expanse of her back.
You could feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat against your chest, the rise and fall of her lungs as she caught her breath. In that moment, wrapped up in her arms, you felt a sense of contentment and belonging. As if you were exactly where you were meant to be, with the person you were always meant to be with.
Rhaenyra held you close, stroking your hair as you nuzzled into her neck. She could feel the soft, even breaths you took, the gentle kisses you pressed against her skin. A sense of peace and rightness settled over her, a feeling of coming home.
"You're so fucking pretty," she murmured, tilting your chin up to look at her. Her eyes searched yours, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I don't ever want to let you go."
"I won't go anywhere... not this time," you murmured, intertwining your fingers with hers. You gazed into her intense blue eyes, your own reflecting the same depth of feeling.
A small, shy smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you whispered, "I'll stay. If you do the same..."
You sealed your promise with a soft, lingering kiss, pouring all your devotion into it. "Just don't ever ask me to leave... because I won't."
Rhaenyra's heart clenched at your words, a fierce surge of emotion welling up inside her. She knew in that moment that she would move heaven and earth to keep you by her side. No matter what it took, she would make this work.
No more late nights spent outside without a word, leaving you in the dark. No more dead phone batteries, your concerned calls going unanswered.
"I won't," she vowed, her voice low and fierce. "You're mine now, and I don't share what's mine."
Rhaenyra returned your smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. She squeezed your hand, reinforcing the promise you'd just made. She held you close, your naked bodies pressed skin to skin, heart to heart.
"Stay with me," she breathed against your mouth.
"I'll stay," you breathed out against her lips and smiled.
You won’t hold back anymore. You’ve made up your mind to stay, even when your feelings get too strong and when she shines so brightly that it feels like you might get hurt. Maybe there’s something good about being warm, about enjoying her attention, even if it makes you feel a little scared.
Rhaenyra smiled softly, her heart swelling with a warmth she had never known before. She pulled you closer, your naked bodies moulding together like two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place.
"Good," she murmured, nuzzling into your hair. "Because I don't think I could let you go, even if I wanted to."
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I have no excuses. Short, silly nonsense. Once again you can blame @scrunggly-art for this, entirely because I found her mix-up with this art extremely fucking funny. In which Henry has a request, and Hans gets confused.
"Hans--"
Hans stops. "Yes?" he mutters, from his position halfway down Henry's chest.
"I've been thinking..."
Hans resists the urge to sigh and leans up, placing a final lingering kiss to Henry's nipple as he does.
"Yes?"
"I wondered if you wanted to try, ah..."
He's blushing. It's fucking adorable. "Out with it, Hal."
"If you wanted to be... fuck--"
He's wriggling, now, looking away. Hans reaches out to cup his jaw, turning him to look at him.
"If I wanted to be what?"
"If you wanted to try being... on top."
Oh. Hans bites back a laugh: Henry looks so sincere that he couldn't possibly giggle at him while he's being so vulnerable. But it's such a simple, easily given request. He can't believe Henry has managed to work himself up so much over it.
"Is that all?" he drawls. "It would be my pleasure, believe me."
He leans back, slings a leg over Henry's hips so he's straddling him and holds himself sure and straight-backed: the stance he takes while riding. Henry peers up at him. He's frowning.
"Hans--"
Hans squeezes his thighs, gripping Henry between them, and spits into his palm. "Yes?"
Henry opens and shuts his mouth a few times. "...nothing."
⚔ ⚔ ⚔
Afterwards, both sweaty and spent and Henry sporting some stinging, red marks across the plane of his back, they lie tangled together on the bed, sleepily taking each other in.
Henry swallows. He's going to have to explain sooner or later, he knows. May as well be now, when Hans is too blissful to feel too embarrassed about the whole affair. And it's not like Henry is disappointed: any thoughts of what he'd really had in mind had been banished as soon as Hans had sunk down on him. But still: he's going to have to tell him.
"Hans..."
Hans looks at him through lidded eyes. "Hmm?"
"Look, don't take this the wrong way, but--"
Hans's eyes snap open properly. "But what?"
Shit. Careful steps. "When I said... when I asked if you wanted to try, you know... being on top?"
"...did you not enjoy yourself?"
He looks fucking alarmed, now.
"No! I mean: yes, it was... it was great. Brilliant. Really," Henry quickly clarifies. "It's just... that wasn't what I meant."
Hans frowns. "What? But... I was on top. What are you on about?"
Henry chews on his lip. He's aware - quite painfully aware, sometimes - of how inexperienced the both of them are at laying with another man. He tries to remember what Bartosch had told him that night in Trosky Castle, after Henry had made an arse of himself when he hadn't been able to answer his questions about preferences.
"Right," he says, "But the thing is, what I meant - what that means - is that wanted to know if you wanted to, well, you know. Give rather than receive. That's what that means. Being on top."
Hans frowns. Then his eye go wide.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, Jesus Christ, Henry--" he bursts into peals of laughter then quickly slaps his hand over his mouth to smother them. "And when I-- you must have thought I was insane. I should have realised. And you should have said something!"
Henry shrugs. That, he cannot deny.
"I was going to," he says, "but you did that thing with your legs, and, well. I figured I'd ask again another time. Didn't want to put you off."
Hans snorts with poorly constrained laughter. "God, Henry. Didn't want to put me off. Really." He moves closer and kisses him. Henry can feel him smile against his lips. "So what you were really asking, my dearest friend, is if I can fuck you in the arse for a change?"
Henry feels himself blush. "...yes," he says.
Hans rolls his eyes and places a firm hand to Henry's bare hip.
"I'd love to," he says, eyes dark and sparkling. "But Christ Above, Henry, really."
"What?" Henry protests, trying to ignore the feeling of his cock already twitching back to life.
"Next time--" Hans squeezes him, rubbing his thumb over his hipbone, "just fucking ask."
#kcd2#hansry#hans/henry#my fic#my hansry fic#this is ENTIRELY NONSENSE#but i knew i couldnt rest until i wrote it down oh god
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When your car stalls you only think of one person to call
Having your car die between the hum of flickering streetlamps that only highlighted the potholes in the road wasn’t exactly your idea of a peaceful evening. Yet here you were, stuck in a side ditch with a dead car that busted a few minutes ago. The evening chill seemed to pick up since you stopped which simultaneously spiked your sense of dread.
You’ve walked away from worse, but this part of town made anyone on edge. In the last few minutes, you’d already seen a group of bikers go past slower than you’d consider appropriate, which made all the wrong parts of your mind tick.
You check your phone, providing the only real brightness for a while. 11:47pm 12%. Well, that wasn’t ideal. Conserving as much battery as possible, you swipe through all your contacts. Calling any roadside pickup was sure to provide questions about the sheer amount of modifications performed illegally on your car and being investigated at midnight also wasn’t ideal.
You could call Angel, but you became painfully aware that she was definitely with Matt – not something you’d like to interrupt. With Matt also unavailable, you couldn’t ask him for a jump start. Your thumb hovered over several other contacts, all with their own reasons for unavailability. Shit.
But ultimately, your thumb lands of Chris’ contact. It was one you saved ages ago when you needed to pay him back for some tools from the garage but other than that speech was minimal. Regardless, you knew he was reliable and that was a better shot than anything else.
Two rings quietly buzzed into your ear. “What’s up.” His voice was lower than you’d heard it before but just as steady.
“My car’s dead and I’m not exactly stuck in a great area…”
“Send me your location. I’m on your way.” No protest has room to fit in the conversation as you heard the tone ring back to you, a sharp beep completely opposite to his voice.
There wasn’t much to do than rest on the hood on your car, shutting your phone off once you saw just how much it had diminished already. Without any distractions, all your senses began to heighten. Even with the chill flowing through the air – it felt heavy.
You shifted your weight against the hood, trying to ground yourself to something familiar. Even as the cold metal pressed on your skin, the engine was still faintly warm beneath you. You checked your phone again. Still off. Still dying. Still no idea if he was actually coming.
Eventually you heard it. The low, classic purr of an engine – unlike any normal car on the road. Turning your head only led to you being blinded by the headlights but it stopped directly behind yours. Your eyes idled on the silhouette shifting inside, then the door opened with a distinct click. The sight of Chris stepping out relaxed you more than you’d like to admit – recognisable.
A black hoodie layered under a worn-out leather jacket was paired with a thick pair of jeans. They didn’t have holes like any other time you saw him, a little oil-stained like he’d come straight from a garage.
You opened your mouth to say something, an apology for dragging him out, but his soft glare made you stay quiet. Your body gently slid off the vehicle, standing back on solid ground.
“You good?” Chris didn’t even look up as he spoke.
“Just cold, and annoyed.”
He responded with a knowing glance – no words. He was good at that.
“Alternator’s dead and your battery is halfway there.” You hadn’t seen him lift the hood and already he had an answer to your problems.
“And that means what exactly?” You met his side, studying your car as if you could also see what was so wrong. But he quickly left to his own car, the boot opening.
“That I have to jump you, but you’ll need a new one.”
His voice hasn’t changed emotion since the phone call and now you’re wondering if it ever changes. Or if he cares enough to try. The boot slamming closed shuts those thoughts off like a kill switch.
“Wait – you brought jumper cables? Who just keeps those in their car?” His eyes stared at you like he was perfectly normal for it. Anytime a manual recommended to keep a select few tools in your vehicle, you scoffed. If it didn’t fit the car, it didn’t belong. Simple.
“People who know things go wrong.”
Chris stepped around the front of your car again, rolling his sleeves up past his elbows. His boots crunched softly against the gravel shoulder – metal clinked as he unravelled the thick, coiled jumper cables. You hovered beside him, arms crossed more for warmth than attitude, watching as he connected the red and black clamps with a practiced ease. You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed about not knowing which one went where.
“You drive this thing like it owes you money,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “No wonder it gave up.”
You scoffed at his comment, regardless of how true it was. “It’s built for speed, not reliability.”
Chris shot you a sideways look. “So’s a lit match.” There was the faintest twitch at the edge of his mouth, and you realized that might’ve been his version of a joke. You took it.
“Get in. Try the key.”
You obeyed, slipping behind the wheel. The seat creaked under your weight, colder now than it had been before. You turned the key and, for a moment, nothing. Then, the dashboard flickered to life. The engine sputtered, coughed once, and turned over. Alive again.
Chris gave a small nod and stepped away from his car to start disconnecting the cables. You watched him work through the windshield, careful and silent, a ghost under the glow of those flickering streetlamps. By the time he’d packed everything up and slammed his trunk shut, you were out of the car again, arms wrapped tightly around yourself again.
“Next time,” he muttered, voice low and firm, “call me sooner.”
You blinked at him silently a few times. You questioned whether he’d even show up after the phone call and now he was pushing it?. “I didn’t even think you’d pick up.”
“Then think better.”
He looked over his shoulder to you again, checking over more than your engine. The disbelief on your face was masked horrendously, yet, you both knew better than to comment on it.
“Drive behind me, if you stalls, I’ll pull you the rest of the way.”
“Seriously?”
Chris just nodded as he eased back into his vehicle, leaving you standing alone on the roads again. He didn’t wait for any kind of response, not even acknowledging your movements after that. You saw him just adjusting his radio and shoving a toothpick between his lips. You wanted to tell him you were fine, that any more help wasn’t needed. But the unease of being in location made you grasp whatever patience you had left, enter your car and pull out the ditch with a steadying engine.
The neighbourhood drifted by in a smooth blur of closed storefronts and full driveways, eventually opening up to familiar roads. Muscle memory kicked in at this point as your mind silenced for the first time in a while. You weren’t waiting for anything bad to happen, nor was your unreliant car infiltrating your thoughts. Because every time you looked up, his car was always just right there.
He was always right there.
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The mid afternoon sunlight filters through the window of our bedroom. I keep my eyes shut as I awaken, drinking up every last second of our siesta while I can.
You wake up as I stir, and watch through sleepy half-lidded eyes as I roll over my gravid belly to lay on my back and stretch, taking a deep breath and sighing contentedly.
I kick the blankets down the bed and curiously peel my shirt back over my bump. Inside I feel the lively baby squirm and kick, roiling about as if getting more frustrated about their own inability to stretch out. You reach out and snuggle into me, placing a hand on my belly, and I meet you with a sweet kiss.
I smile and place my hands beside yours, immersing myself in feeling the life roiling inside my womb, nestled safe and warm within my belly.
The baby chills out and stills for a moment, and just then my womb tweaks obviously, startling you awake. "Oh shit, was that a contraction?" You ask.
"Noooo..? Maybe..?" I play puzzled. "Maybe it's just Braxton-hicks?"
I can't fool you and we both know it. You jump up worriedly. "How long have you been having them? Did they just start? How strong are they? That one felt pretty strong.. Are you going into labour? Or already in labour? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Okay, calm down, calm down." I reassure. "If you want an answer you have to give me a chance to respond." I sigh.
"I've been having contractions for a few hours. They're getting stronger but I don't know how close I am. I'm still fine. They hurt, like, a lot. But not bad enough that I can't nap, right?"
"Shit; we've gotta get you to the hospital!"
"Fuck no. We talked about this already, love, and you don't get to decide to change your mind. No way in hell I'm going to a hospital. I don't need some stranger tying me up and prodding me while I'm trying to have your baby; you can do that just as well yourself, can't you?" I tease.
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The evening sun shines in through the window of our bedroom. A cool breeze flows through the open screen and over my bare skin, the pleasant sensation a welcome distraction from the pain.
You rub my lower back tenderly as you watch over my labour. I've long since shed my shirt and pants, rejecting the hot and restricting fabric to let the rays of sun bathe my pale skin.
I arch my back as a contraction strikes. I lean into you breathlessly, and let out a very long groan as the ache tears through my body. Halfway though I pant to catch my breath, and then groan again. The contractions are getting longer, and harder, and faster, as they begin to fall into a rhythm, the percussive march that heralds forth the birth.
"Fuck.." I pant. "Fuck, it's so much. I can't.."
You run your fingers through my long hair as you soothe me gently. "You're doing fine. You're almost through this part, and soon you'll be pushing out my baby." I smile a little. You continue teasing. "Yeah? You like the sound of that, don't you? There's only one thing you love more than being this heavy and swollen with my babies; and that's getting to birth them out."
I tremble a little, for some motley reason of anticipation, pain, excitement and exhaustion. Just as the thought crosses my mind that I'm due for another contraction, it rolls in like a slow, long tide, enveloping my senses in the intensity of the pressure and- "Ah! Ah, oh god, oh fuck..! It's coming! Th-the baby's coming!"
I pinch my eyes shut and try not to howl with the brilliant pain. You move beside me and go to feel for my dilation. To your surprise, you meet the head already eagerly descending into my birth canal, waters intact.
"You're right, love, it's time for you to give birth. Are you ready to push?"
"Nnnnoo I'm not! It's- oh god, it's- nnn.. yes! Yes, yes, I'm puuuushinng..!"
"Good boy! Come on, the contraction's still coming. Push!"
It doesn't take much convincing. The urge overtakes me and I bear down, holding my breath and channeling the pressure downwards through my abdomen.
I break and take but a second to breathe before continuing. My face scrunches and my belly tenses, all hands on deck as I toil.
I gasp for air, winded from the effort. "Breathe, breathe, love. Take your time, your body knows what to do."
I lay back and stare at the ceiling, slowing my breathing, and rest, as the contraction has subsided, taking with it the excitement and urge to push. "I hope it's not to big.. I hope it's not stuck.."
"What? I thought you liked it that way. Makes it more interesting, doesn't it?" You wink.
I want so badly to be upset with you, I want so badly not to find that funny, but try as I might to deny it I feel the humour lift some weight from my body and something like a smile tease at the corner of my mouth.
"Is it crowning yet?" I ask.
"You can feel for yourself if you want. But no, not yet. You've still got a ways to go so conserve your strength."
I nod. I lay still for a few more moments and gather my strength. Just as the contraction begins I haul myself upwards into a kneeling position.
I take a few deep breaths and lean forward. "Get ready and push, love!" I steady myself. "Push!"
As I push I feel the difference with the change of position. Gravity starts to do its share, and while it doesn't do much for opening my pelvis, I can feel the movement nonetheless.
I feel the rhythm, finally, as it starts to set in. I rock back and forth and breathe and push, losing myself in the cycle - breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push.
The head inches downwards, boring its way through my flesh. As it comes closer and closer to the sensitive opening it feels different, more. It really feels like the erupting force threatens to split me open. I barely notice that as I've pushed I've leaned forward slowly until it's easier to make myself comfortable on all fours.
It's here, watching me strain and sweat, that you realize just how helpless you are. You shuffle around me to get a better look.
I grasp at the sheets, the bed, at my belly, at you, desperate and writhing beneath the intensity. I pant and pant and puuuush, puuuush, PUUSH!
My pussy begins to part as the head encroaches upon it. The intact sac glistens as it appears between my legs. Face into the bed my moans are muffled. You rub my back and comfort me in vain; it's all up to me now to give birth to your baby.
With the next contraction my body tenses. My legs tremble, my breath wavers and I sob through the pain. The sobs curl into a determined wail as i bear down, pressure rippling through my belly and hips. The head continues to squeeze through, stretching into sight bit by bit.
"Here it comes, love. I can see it. Don't stop pushing."
I obey, choking my breath through another contraction. I heave, and push, the head moving so slowly towards the world, gripped firmly within my birth canal.
The contraction lulls, and so does my urge to push, and I'm left with nothing but the awareness of the huge baby's position in my pelvis, filling the space between my hips like nothing I've ever felt. I rock my hips side to side, forward and back, savouring the sweet stretch and the bitter pain threatening to tear down my consciousness.
You look on with pride and.. oh such lust. You can't deny how much it turns you on to see me like this, bent over and stretched open before you, labouring and toiling while I give birth to your baby. The waistband of your pants is all there is between you and ecstasy but you resist thre urge to touch yourself.
The rhythm returns and I whine as I lean into the contraction.
"C'mon baby, push it out for me. Push it out!"
"NNnnnggghh.. I'm... pushing... as hard as I can.."
The head begins to crown, my bulging slit parting around it. As I release the pressure and catch my breath it retreats back inside. "Hah.. hah.. ha.. aaa-hhhhhnnnnnnnnngh...!"
I bear down with all my strength, working through the stinging crown. The supple skin of my cunt grows thin and tight as it clings to the slowly protruding head of our baby.
"It's co-ming! Oh fuck, it's coming out!" I cry.
You've got a pretty sweet view while I push for you. My ass in the air, bearing down while your new baby squeezes into view between my legs.
I sink down into the bed and scream into the pillow, the unquenchable burning of the crown battling the insurgent urge to push. My poor tight, engorged little pussy bulges all around the head.
"It's stretching me open… Oh my god, the head.."
I breathe and pant in desperation, the intensity refusing to quell. All I can think and feel is the baby trying to stretch through my abused opening. "It's burning. It's burning. It's so hard.. I can't.. I have to.. I.."
"You're doing so good babe. Feel my baby stretch open the hole I fucked it into. Breathe and let it open you up."
"I have to push so bad. I have to push this baby out.." I start bearing down again one push at a time. "Fuck, it's so hard! I'm trying so hard to give birth but it won't- GAAAAH!" Suddenly the sac breaks inside me, and a little gush of amniotic fluid trickles forth, but the big head stops the rest of the flow like a stuck cork. "AGHHHHHHHHHHH!" The new change in pressure shifts the baby and my vagina finally starts to span around the bulge. "That's it, babe! Push, pushhh, puuuuush!"
"Nnnngghhh... p.. puuuuuuuush...." I groan. I lean my hips back and shift my knees, opening up for the baby to come out. "puuuuuuuuush...!"
"puush... puuuuush...." I keep narrating myself. The head starts to crown fully, stretching all the way. "I'm giving birth to it.. the head is almost out of me.."
"One big push! Cmon, birth it!"
I hold my breath and force everything into one big push. "Ghhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa-aaaah-AHHHHHHH! Ahhh ohhhhh, the head..! ahhhh..... ahhhhh..."
All at once the head shears out between my legs, accompanied by a cascade of fluid which gushes onto the bed below me, carrying the head to dangle out of my birth canal.
"Oh my god, it's coming! My baby is- nnnnhh puuuuuuuushh... puuuush..." The urgency is still there, it's not out yet as I feel the whole body stretch my vagina. "I'm fucking pushing..."
The body slides through ever so slowly, from the shoulders all the way to the hips, in one long push, and then suddenly, finally, the legs slip all the way out from inside me and the gurgling baby falls onto the bed between my legs.
"There's my baby, you did it babe! You did such a good job giving birth to it!"
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Stay with me
Requested by anonymous: "Hi could you do a van x reader sick fic where Van has a stomach bug or something. Pre crash?"
Pairing: Teen!Van Palmer x reader
Words: 2k+
A/N - I hope this works for you anon. I think it's really cute, not sure if it'll come across that way to others. requests are open.
WARNINGS - small mention of sickness and a very ambiguous reference to neglect (if you really squint.)



The setting sun sits low in the sky, casting a warm glow across the grassy football fields. School had ended a little while ago. The only people left were club members and kids doing homework. You linger at the edge of the bleachers, waiting for the girls' soccer team to finish. Shifting your bag further up your shoulder. The yellowjackets seemingly leave the pitch incredibly slowly; one by one, towards the locker rooms. A few of them offer polite smiles or weird glances, but don't really spare you any attention. You weren't really close with most of them. But when you spot Taissa Turner you decide to step forward.
"Hey- uh, is Van still out there?"
Taissa doesn't really react to your presence. Stares at you with a blank expression like she's trying to figure out who you even are. You share a few AP classes. Tai was probably the person on the team closest to Van, or at least that's what you have been told. It's an awkward couple of seconds before she seemingly relaxes.
"Not here," she responds. "She went home ages ago."
"Oh," Now all the waiting seemed pointless. You got some work done in the library but it was only because you were waiting for Van. You walk home together more often than not nowadays. Your gaze drops feeling a tad embarrassed.
"Yeah. She almost threw up all over a copy of Hamlet so got sent to the nurse and never came back."
"We were supposed to walk together," You tell her, a shrug of your shoulders. "Well, thanks anyway."
"We can walk if you are willing to wait a minute?" Taissa suggests. You're a little surprised by the offer all things considered.
"Uh sure," a flash of a smile.
"Just let me grab my stuff," She was walking away before you had a chance to say anything else. So you just stay put and wait for her faithful return.
Walking with Taissa is... weird to say the least. A lot quieter than your journeys with Van. You just didn't really have much to say to her; small talk was never very interesting. Maybe you could bring up school? Surely that's worse than silence.
"So you and Van, huh?"
With a sharp intake of breath, your gaze snaps to Tai. "excuse me?"
A small huff of laughter. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone. You're just around each other a lot recently. Caught you gazing across the soccer pitch."
"That obvious?"
"Maybe not to everyone " Tai shrugs. "But you just confirmed it to me. How long have you been... together?"
You're not sure you should be talking about this. Not without talking to Van first at least. But you didn't exactly tell her, she just figured it out. That wasn't really your fault and yet your stomach bubbles with unease. Like you have been ambushed on what should have been a simple walk home. You shrug a little.
"I see."
"You... don't think it's like... weird?" You ask quietly. Swallowing hard.
"Why would I?"
As much as liking Van felt like the most natural thing in the world, you know a lot of people won't see it that way. Especially at school. People get bullied for a lot less. You don't want to answer her question. Not wanting to offend or suggest anything so you decide to change the subject. "I need to go to the comic shop. You can continue without me if you want?"
"No I don't mind," Tai insists, shaking her head. "What do you need?"
"Just wanna pick something up."
You hesitate outside the door wondering if this was a bad idea. Rest was probably the best thing for her right now if what Taissa said was true. You have never actually been here before. Your paths always diverge about halfway through your walk. You knock a few times. Your weight shifting from one foot to the other. Hiking your bag further up your shoulder. There is no response. Maybe nobody was home? That ugly pit sits low in your stomach. You almost don't bother knocking again. But you really wanted to see Van and make sure they were okay. With a small sigh, you turn away ready to leave when the door creeks open. A figure lingers behind the small crack between the door frame and the door. Shielding the inside from the outside.
You cough a little to clear your throat. "uhm, hello. Is Van home?"
"what are you doing here?" The door opens ever so slightly; the strip of light revealing the red head in all her glory.
"I- I thought I would surprise you," you admit glancing away. "Is that... okay?"
A pause. "I guess," Van walks away leaving the door ajar so you assume that is an invitation. Stepping inside her home, you're not really sure what to expect. It is deafeningly quiet inside. The curtains are drawn to avoid the light. You're not sure where Van has disappeared to as you look over the space. Maybe your assumption was right and there was nobody else home. It was getting pretty late though so surely there would be an adult around somewhere. "Are you coming?" her voice rings out and you walk quicker towards the source. Over the threshold and into her bedroom, it almost feels like a completely different space. It looked like someone lived here. A few movie posters on the wall, you wouldn't expect anything less. Over her bed is a Yellowjackets flag. She's slumped below it, head resting against the wall.
"How are you feeling?" you ask. Carefully avoiding anything on her floor as you continue to gaze around her room. "Taissa told me you're sick." A little board had a few pictures pinned to it. One of the soccer team. Van is smiling so brightly in her uniform. A Yellowjackets symbol patch. A photo of what appears to be her, Tai, and Shauna Shipman, at what looks like some party. And finally, a photobooth strip that has four pictures of just the two of you; pinned alongside a movie ticket stub. You immediately know it's from the first time you ever went on an actual date rather than just as friends. It makes you smile; a warm feeling inside.
"I'm okay, I think, " Van replies. "Just a little tired and achy."
"I'm sorry," You turn to face her. She didn't look okay. Head back and eyes closed. A little paler in the face. "I can go if you want?"
"Nah it's cool," she insists. "Anything you wanted or could you just not bear not seeing me for one day? I am incredibly charming"
A soft chuckle. Her voice was quiet, a little gravely but it was nice that even now she was still managing to crack a few jokes. "Bit of both," you reply, hoping it'll feed her ego a little. "I brought some things."
A low groan, as Van lifts her head to look at you. "Is it homework? I don't think I want that."
A fond smile as your head shakes. That probably would have been a good thing to bring but you didn't have a lot of prep time. Maybe next time if she's sick for a while. You take a seat just on the edge of the bed, taking your bag off your shoulder, and you begin rooting through it. "Me and Tai went to the comic book store on the way home and I got you a comic. The guy behind the counter helped me," you explain. The comic book store wasn't entirely foreign to you; you had been a few times with Van. You just weren't sure what was the best choice within your budget. It also had to be something Van would actually like. You played it safe and bought the latest Spider-Man. Everyone loves Spiderman. You pull it out of your bag and lay it down carefully on the bed. "My mom also made you some soup." you pull out the flask. Zipping up your bag, you drop it to the floor.
"Your mom made soup?" Van asks slowly, brow crinkled.
" She said it's got lots of nutrients to help you feel better," you recite, thinking back to your mom practically shoving the flask in your hand. "If you don't want it though, that's fine. She won't be offended."
"why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did she make me soup? She doesn't even know me?" Van questions. You look over her face trying to figure out if she's being serious. The obvious answer was because she was sick and your mother was trying to be nice. You frown a little.
"She heard you were sick and wanted to help?" you reply matter-of-factly. "I talk about you all the time."
"You do?"
"Mhmm," You nod. "Why wouldn't I? She doesn't know everything but yeah," you can feel how hot your face has become with the confession.
"I didn't... know that," You figured it was a very normal thing to do but now she is making it seem like you have done something wrong. You hadn't meant to. You just told your mom about your day-to-day life and Van was a big part of that. You wanted everyone to know that but if Van would prefer you never speak of her, you wouldn't.
"I'm sorry," you express turning away from her. "I didn't think it was a big deal."
"No don't apologize," Van insists. "I just wasn't expecting it. Crazy to think your mom cares so much."
"She cares because I care," You explain. A moment of hesitation before you glance back to meet such soft eyes staring back.
"Thank you," Van voices softly. "Not just for the gifts but for coming to check on me. It's been a pretty shitty day."
"Of course. I missed walking home with you," You reply, the corner of your lips curling up into a slight smile. It was always nice to see Van. She was always so joyful and full of life. The most vibrant smile that never fails to make your heart beat a little bit faster. Even when she was sick, she was still managing to crack jokes.
"I wouldn't have been very good company." A low groan. Van slides across the wall to land against her bed with a gentle thump.
"You sure you don't want me to leave?" you wonder. A concerned expression as she drags her blanket closer to her body. Van doesn't respond. Nuzzling against the plush fabric, she was very clearly succumbing to her sickness. "Van," you say softly. She doesn't respond and you assume it's the tiredness and she's just drifting off to sleep. Very cautiously, you lean forward to grab your bag and make a quick getaway but as you creep towards the door you hear the quietest of voices.
"Stay," You freeze. Hovering misstep as you wonder if you heard her correctly or was that just your imagination. "Please."
"I don't wanna disturb you."
"You're not," she expresses lazily. "I like... having you around- someone who... cares." You hesitate. Gaping at the Jurassic Park poster against the back of her door. What did she mean exactly? Someone who cares? Surely you weren't alone in your feelings towards her. She had her friends. Her mom. She was such a light in your life you can't imagine its different for anyone else. You swallow hard, pivoting on your heel to face her. Van was now curled into a ball with the blanket for support. She looked so... small. So peaceful. You can't help but admire her in this moment of weakness. You take the comic and soup, placing them on the bedside table before kicking off your shoes and climbing onto the bed with her. You shuffle back until you hit the wall. Van manoeuvres herself to lay her head gently in your lap, bringing the edge of the blanket up towards her chin. "Just... sit with me okay?"
You look down at the girl seeking solace in your lap. Snuggled in a blanket and yet seeking your warmth. You start gently running your fingers through her hair in a steady rhythm, she lets out a temperate hum. "I can do that.
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tears of themis ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?
ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter
“i have a question,” you tell LUKE. he’s sat on the couch, playing some new video game which he immediately pauses to acknowledge you. “okay, shoot.” “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars or me for only 10 dollars?” before luke can school his features, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as memories from your childhood flash in his mind. ever since you were kids, you’ve always had the most random trivia and inquiries ready to share with him—his heart swells at the thought of you not having changed at all. going back to your question, luke normally would’ve been deep in thought searching for an answer but he’s always had it in him. so with loving eyes, he meets your expectant ones. “you know i’d kiss you for free.”
ARTEM looks up from his paperwork, paying you his undivided attention now. “come again?” you’re halfway through repeating the question when he cuts you off with a chuckle, “i heard you the first time.” you know he’s just too nice to dismiss you but if you spend another minute thinking about your case, you’re going to lose your mind. “so, what’s your answer?” “i’d kiss you,” he replies without skipping a beat and his lips curl into a smile. you mirror his expression before glancing at the door then back at your boyfriend. “can you kiss me now?” you pout, “i need motivation.” artem shakes his head at your antics but he adores them. he gets up from his seat en route to your side of the office, leaning in to grant your request when celestine barges into the room, “artem- oh.” artem immediately straightens up and clears his throat as he takes a step back from your desk, “yes?” whatever celestine’s come to see him for is soon forgotten, clearly enjoying the sight she walked into. the whole firm knows about your relationship with artem so you remain unfazed—unlike stellis’ notable lawyer whose cheeks are blushing furiously, unable to meet your colleague in the eye.
“missed your pretty face,” MARIUS says in greeting the moment you open the door. half an hour ago, he called to let you know he was on his way to your apartment. now here he is, leaning in for a kiss which is immediately followed by a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of your mouth on his. “you say that as if i’m not your lockscreen,” you tease when you pull away. “i can’t kiss my phone though.” he winks then dips his head lower for another peck but you stop him with a finger over his lips. marius’ eye brows shoot up in surprise, coaxing a giggle out of you. with a cheeky smile, you ask, “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” “what kinda question is that?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes at its absurdity before his familiar cockiness once again takes over his features. “miss, i’d pay to kiss you.”
“is something on your mind?” VYN’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts—well, thought. you’ve had this random question plaguing your brain for a while now. “what is it?” vyn asks again. “well…” you begin, trying to form the words before you utter them, “i was curious…” “go on.” “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” vyn doesn’t respond right away, blinking at you as he is momentarily dumbfounded. but it’s not long before you sense the gears in his mind turning. you’re not sure if it’s due to the nature of his job as a psychiatrist but vyn is never not thinking—you truly believe he’s actually taking the question seriously. soon enough, he gives you his answer. “my rose,” he says as he tenderly takes your hand in his, “your kisses are priceless.”
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heyyy i love ur writing ! could you please do riding lando in your fav of his cars headcanons ??
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i love this concept so much — thank you for requesting my lover 🫂

lando's grip on your thigh didn't falter once
not even when you changed his music that was humming through the radio, or when you'd told him that you and oscar were only messing around
jaw tense he ignored your fingers tracing over the back of his hand, watching him through the corner of your eye as he failed to make the right turns back to your house
just simply driving — silently, heart thrumming in his chest as he clicked his tongue against his teeth
"you should make it up to me, shouldn't you?"
his question baring not much sense as the engine finally cut, the leather becoming sticky beneath the backs of your thighs as he pulled his hand back
and before you knew it you were on his lap, the driver's sear retreated back as he gazed at you
eyebrow arched, an unamused frown toying on his lips as he almost waited for you to take initiative and do something that proved your antics earlier that night were nothing but a joke
"i was just messing baby, it wasn't nothing serious, you know that right?"
your lips trailing over his jaw, nipping at the spot just beneath his ear as your boyfriend stirred beneath you
it didn't take much time before you were yanking your shirt off, lifting upwards slightly to help undo his trousers
the clinking of his belt the only sound apart from the shared heavy panting
lando didn't need to say much more — simply trailing his forefinger down the valley between your breasts, gazing at you with a blank stare as you pouted playfully
trailed down beneath your thighs his hands would cup you, handling you in a position that had your bare chest against his and your foreheads touching
intimate through his movements and the lack of space
despite being in public, simply pulled over on the side of the road in a quietened area, he had no qualms about getting what he wanted
what he deserved
a fist wrapped at the base of his cock as he ran it over your heat, hot air fanning over his face as you practically purred at the feeling
usually he'd warm you up a little more — stretch you with his fingers, make sure he got a taste before filling you
but this time was different
it was rushed
needier as he slipped just the tip in
"maybe this is all you're getting, all you're worth. do you think you deserve more angel?"
even though he asked you he knew that you're answer was pointless to him
using your hips as leverage to drag you up and down his length, vision not once leaving your face
one hand pressed against the glass of the window he swallowed back a moan, suppressing the urge to drop the annoyed jealous boyfriend act to call you his pretty little thing
giving into his temptations at long last as he bucked up to meet the slow movements halfway, wincing as his cock kissed your cervix delightfully
there was a slight sting, one that flashed over your features as you whined his name
drawling it out as you knew it would cause a frenzy to erupt in lando's mind
and it did
the sound of leather squeaking as he picked up the pace he was fucking up into you at, your back arched as your head fell back in waves of pleasure
"lando— someone will see—"
pathetic attempts at trying to gain some composure overtaken by your cunt squeezing him, almost sucking him into you, desperate to have him deeper as you felt the cool of the steering wheel tickle your back
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Hey, I love your writing. Would you be comfortable writing a Leo Valdez X reader smut? Maybe a bit of brat taming, unprotected if that's alright with you. Hope you have a good day
this was defo something new for me, but it was actually really fun to write! hope you enjoy, lovely!
You're being a brat
pairing: leo valdez x fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: use of nicknames, reader is a bit of a bitch lol, reader calls leo a bitch a few times, leo calls reader a brat and a slut, degrading, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, edging, leo makes reader beg, p in v, unprotected sex summary: you're in a mood and leo is doing his best to be nice, but he just can't take it anymore
"Gooood morning," Leo cheered as he skipped into the cabin. "How's my little angel today?"
I huffed, pulling on my shirt as I ignored him. He came to a stop as he reached me, waving his hand in front of my face.
"Hello? Amor?"
I continued digging around for my jacket as he made more and more attempts to snag my attention. I finally turned towards him after he began poking my sides.
"Don't poke me."
"There she is! I was starting to get worried about you."
Leo clearly failed to see the unimpressed look on my face, or the way I crossed my arms over my chest with a sigh.
"Do you want something?"
His eyebrows knitted together. So apparently that got through his thick skull.
"Just coming to say good morning, get you for breakfast, the usual."
"I can walk myself."
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying me like some hunk of metal. "I'm aware of that," he said slowly, like he was testing the water.
"Then can you stop standing around here staring at me? I'm not hungry anyway."
"Okay," he answered, backing up towards the door. "I guess I'll just... leave you to it."
He disappeared into the sunlight, heading off towards the pavilion.
I made my way down after not much longer, deciding that I wouldn't mind a bite. I sat next to Leo silently, taking half of his sandwich.
"Yeah, sure, take half my breakfast," Leo huffed, staring at me in disbelief.
"Thanks," I mumbled sarcastically.
"I thought you weren't hungry?"
"News flash," I retorted. "I changed my mind."
He rolled his eyes at me, turning back to talking to his sibling. I ended up eating more of his breakfast than he did, much to his dismay, and earning a few snarky remarks.
"Do you want to come with me to the bunker?" Leo asked as he stood from the table, abandoning his practically empty plate.
"Whatever," I replied, swinging my leg over the bench.
"You don't have to come." His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked down at me, annoyance clear in his expression.
"You just asked me," I retorted. "Is there some kind of problem now?"
"If you're gonna act like I'm dragging you out there, then don't bother coming."
"Are you going to just stand there and bitch or are we going to the bunker?" I asked, standing to meet his eyes better.
Leo raised his eyebrows at me, indicating I may have crossed a line, but I simply turned on my heel, heading for the trees.
We trudged through in silence, Leo keeping a few feet back from me. We had made it almost halfway when we came to a large fallen log. He stepped forward to help me over, but I pushed him off of me instead.
"I can do it myself," I spit.
"Just trying to lend a helping hand," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Not my fault you're being a brat."
I glared at him, hopping off the other side of the log. By time we reached the bunker he had completely forwent the courtesy of walking behind me or waiting for me, and I had nearly lost him a few times.
Besides his annoyed "Make your self comfortable, princess," after we had arrived, neither of us a said a word to the other. Leo took to work on one of his projects and I collapsed onto one of the couches.
As it turns out, relaxing while sitting in a machine shop, having to listen to the incessant hammering wasn't particularly easy.
"Can you be any fucking louder?" I practically yelled over the sound.
He stopped, glaring over his shoulder at me. "Oh, of course. Why don't I hammer this piece of solid metal a little quieter for you?"
I rolled my eyes at his tone. "What is your problem?"
"My problem?" he seethed, throwing down the hammer. "You've been nothing but an annoying brat since you woke up this morning and I'm the one with a problem?"
I stood from the couch, crossing my arms over my chest as I stalked towards him. "If you have an issue with that, you should be less irritating."
He looked furious now, standing only a few inches away from me.
"Get on your knees," he ordered.
"What?"
"You heard me. Get on your knees, or walk your ass back to camp. I'm not listening to that little mouth of your's anymore."
A shock of heat went to my core at his words, leaving me dumbfounded.
"Now," he spit.
Regaining my senses, I let a devilish smirk dance on my lips. "Make me."
His nostrils flared at my disobedience, forcing me to the ground. I landed with sharp thud, suddenly eye level with his crotch, his hard-on making a tent in his grease covered jeans.
Leo swiftly undid the button and fly, pulling himself out of his pants. His dick was an angry red, precum already leaking from his slit.
"Open," he demanded, pressing his tip against my lips. I let him slip into my mouth, placing my hands on his thighs. He wasted no time in pushing to the back of my throat, his hand coming to grip my hair.
"Gonna fuck your throat, amor. Teach you not to mouth off next time." Leo's hips immediately began rutting against me, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged around him despite my best efforts, earning a strangled noise from him.
He pressed me further into him by my hair as I hollowed my cheeks, tightening my mouth around his dick. My nose brushed the short curls at the base of his cock with each thrust, my nails digging into the skin of his thighs.
"Fuck," Leo gasped, tugging my hair. I swallowed around his tip, squeezing as he hit the back of my throat again. "You're real quiet now, brat. Letting me use that annoying little mouth of yours."
I struggled to remind myself to breathe through my nose, my eyes watering as I fought not to gag. I tugged his hips closer, trying to somehow push him deeper, even though my throat already hurt from his erratic thrusts.
Leo's balls slapped my chin as he quickened his pace, his hips stuttering against my lips. I watched as his eyes squeezed shut, chasing his high.
Just as I gagged he spilt into my throat, hot cum shooting into me. I swallowed around his tip as he spasmed, his hips slowly coming to a stop.
Leo slipped out of my mouth, pushing himself back into his underwear, but not bothering to do up his pants again.
"Get up," he ordered, his voice rough and breathy. "I'm not done with you."
I stood, still wearing a defiant pout.
"Strip."
"If you want my clothes off, do it yourself."
"Strip," he said again, stepping closer.
I huffed before shedding my clothes, deliberately hurrying so that Leo couldn't savor this as much as he'd like to, though his eyes still hungrily raked across each new piece of exposed skin none the less.
He grabbed my hips, spinning us around so that my back was pressed against the cool metal of his tool box, the thin ridges biting into my skin.
Leo pulled one of my legs over his hip, his fingers tracing my soaked folds. "All wet for me. You like when I teach you a lesson, pretty girl? Such a slut."
I involuntarily clenched around nothing at his words, earning a laugh from Leo, an egotistical smirk finding it's way to his lips.
His thumb circled my clit, making my back arch into him. Without warning he slid two fingers inside of me, causing me to let out a shocked gasp.
"You're soaked, amor. Your pussy's so needy for me. Just begging for me to fuck some sense into you."
I tried to push back at his words, but the way his fingers curled inside of me had me locked in place, my nails clawing at his biceps.
My orgasm was rapidly approaching as Leo sped up, his fingertips brushing just the right spot as he circled my clit. Just as I felt the band about to snap he slid his fingers out of me, ripping away my high.
"What the fuck?" I asked, panting.
"Brats don't get to cum. Do you understand me?"
Before I could answer he shoved his fingers inside of me again, making me moan out in shocked pleasure. I clenched around him as he leaned into me, his fingers already pounding into my tight cunt.
I tried to bite back a string of moans, but it didn't do much when he rubbed my clit, roughly fucking me on his hand.
"If you wanna cum you'll have to beg. Only good girls get to cum."
"No," I spit, pushing my clit against his palm as I humped the heel of his hand.
"Fine," Leo huffed, pulled his hand away from me, his fingers leaving me again.
"Fuck!" I groaned, leaning back against the toolbox.
"You wanna behave now?"
"I want you to stop being a bitch," I answered.
"Maybe if I fuck you properly you'll have a change of heart."
I couldn't stop the little gasp I took as he pulled his hard dick of his underwear again, eagerly wanting him inside of me.
Leo lifted me onto the toolbox, wrapping both of my legs around his waist as he slid into me. My hands immediately landed on his back, the stretch of my walls driving me crazy.
He bottomed out with a hiss, his tip pressing against my cervix. It wasn't a second later before he was rutting into me, his cock bullying my walls. I squeezed him with each thrust, weak moans slipping past my lips.
I ran my nails across his back, surely leaving red marks along his skin. My clit rubbed against him in a heavenly way each time his hips hit mine, causing my head to fall back with pornographic moans.
Leo's hands found my hips, digging into my skin as he held me in place, fucking me even faster. My stomach tightened, my walls following suit.
"If you wanna cum, amor, you're gonna have to beg."
"I'm not begging," I panted.
"You sure about that?" he asked with a cocky smirk, his hips somehow hitting mine even harder. My orgasm was rapidly approaching as he brought a hand down to swiftly rub my clit.
"Fuck! Fine!" I relented through breathless moans. "Please let me cum, Leo. I need to cum. Please fill me up, your cock's too much."
"That's it, amor," he praised. "Dirty little slut. Fuck the brat right out of ya."
"Please, please, please," I moaned, losing myself in the feeling of his dick pounding into me.
"Cum, angel."
I screamed out in pleasure, finally releasing around his cock. My walls spasmed, strangling his dick as he came, thick ropes of cum pouring into my already soaked cunt.
He slipped out of me with a sloppy wet sound, keeping my legs up. "Look at you, amor. Pussy all puffy and leaking for me."
My eyes drifted downward to my fucked out cunt. My clit was red and swollen, our combined juices pouring out of my hole and pooling on the metal below me.
"You all sensitive, baby? Let's get you cleaned up, and then maybe later you'll let me fuck you again."
#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez#leo valdez x you#leo valdez x y/n#leo valdez smut#leo valdez fanfic#smut#brat taming#unprotected sex#answered asks#ask#request#answered prompt
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Fatal Attraction Chapter Five (NSFW)

18+ MDNI‼️
*i said there probably wouldn’t be smut…but I lied lol. Just a warning this one’s more rough.
CW for the entire story: Breeding, Size Difference, Size Kink, Jealousy, Scent Marking, Age Difference, Vaginal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Angst, Twisted, Creampie, Angry Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Biting, Master/Pet, Light Dom/sub, Violence, Knotting.
Content disclaimer: This story is inspired by the amazing artist @PammyJammy117 on Twitter/X. I in absolutely no way own or claim the idea of the "Cryptid Rengoku" character. Please give credit to the original artist who inspired the story.
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four,
Y/N Perspective.
I woke to the warmth of Kyojuro’s fur, his soft purrs reverberating in my ears as he slept. He was curled around me, his tail snugly wrapped around my waist, his clawed hands holding me close.
It felt like I was melting into his embrace.
But I couldn’t put this off any longer I had to talk to him about the journey. Time was slipping away, and I only had a few days to convince him to let me go.
I tried to slip out of his grasp, but he stirred, his tail tightening around my waist.
His red eyes snapped open, glowing with a stern intensity.
“Where are you going?” His voice was deeper now, as he was waking up.
I knew I had to tread carefully, Kyojuro could be incredibly stubborn. If I stayed calm, I might have a chance to sway him.
Gently, I stroked the fur between his ears, and he responded with a deep purr.
“I need to talk to you about something,” I said softly.
His ears perked slightly.
“What is it, my mate?” He opened his eyes fully, the red glow locking onto mine.
I took a deep breath, knowing this probably wouldn’t be an easy conversation.
“Tamayo wants to take me on a journey, to go northeast to continue hunting.”
I felt his claws dig slightly into my skin, a pinch of pain shooting through me.
“She thinks I could be of some use.”
His growls grew louder, the purrs vanishing. His expression darkened.
“You are not leaving me again.”
I swallowed hard, realizing this wasn’t going as I’d hoped. “Kyojuro, I understand why you don’t want me to go—”
His voice rose, cutting me off. “We had an agreement! You asked me to meet you halfway, and I did. Now you’re breaking our rules and changing your mind!”
His tail remained tightly coiled around me, his claws digging into my skin. His fur bristled, sharp teeth bared.
“The answer is no. You will not go anywhere. My decision is final.” He snarled, his clicking growing louder.
I knew he was angry, but he still held me close. Maybe there was still a chance to reason with him.
“I know I belong to you, Kyojuro. I would never betray that.”
His growl subsided slightly at my words, but his tail stayed tight around my waist, his claws still gripping my skin.
“Please, just hear me out. Surely we can find a way that works for both of us.”
Finally, his tail loosened its grip, and he released his hold on my skin. But I was still pressed against his chest, the tension between us palpable.
I knew I had to keep trying, to find a way that worked for both of us.
“I’m your mate, Kyojuro. I belong to you, but I can help too. I’m not weak—I can be useful to you.”
I saw the conflict in his eyes, a battle between his possessive instincts and the truth of my words.
He leaned in closer, his hot breath grazing my neck.
“You’ll stay with me and help in other ways,” he murmured.
His purrs resumed, low and soothing, and I knew I’d lost this round. But I wasn’t giving up—I’d find another way to convince him to let me go on this journey.
His claws trailed over my skin, gentle now, as he leaned down to kiss me. His purrs vibrated through my body as his hands roamed over me.
I’d let him have this victory, for now. But I’d find another way to sway him. For the moment, I’d wait.
But I needed to understand why. I knew Kyojuro was possessive, as most creatures like him were. It must be hard for him to think of his mate leaving. But I felt there was more to it.
I remembered how furious he’d been when I returned from the northern Territory of Sanemi Shinazugawa, smelling like him. It was the angriest I’d ever seen him.
Do the Hashira hate each other?
I knew they ruled different sectors of the region, but… is there tension between the nine strongest monsters?
It was a puzzle I hadn’t managed to piece together yet.
I reached up to stroke the fur on his face, his purrs growing louder at my touch. He nuzzled into my palm, and I wrapped my arm around his neck, holding him close.
“Is it because you’re worried about me, Kyojuro?” I asked softly. “Or is there another reason you don’t want me to go?”
His purrs stopped abruptly. He pulled back, his eyes narrowing.
A hint of curiosity flashed in his gaze.
“What are you implying, my little human?”
I kept my tone gentle, hoping to reassure him. “I’m just trying to understand. If we can see eye to eye, maybe we can find a solution.”
He looked away, his claws scraping the ground. Tension rippled through his shoulders, his tail twitching restlessly.
I scooted closer, running my hand over his chest.
He glanced down at me, his expression unreadable.
“Do you not realize? You’re my mate now. We’re bonded. Our scents are intertwined. If you step into another Hashira’s territory, they’ll smell me on you.”
He let the words sink in.
“And what would happen then?” I asked quietly.
His tail wrapped around my leg, drawing me closer.
“They’d try to harm the humans that strive to aid and support the opposing hashira. They’d see you as a threat.”
His seriousness, his worry, was palpable.
“Is that really how it works?” I asked, unease creeping into my voice.
Kyojuro nodded, his ear twitching. “While I may be on good terms with some, that’s not the case for everyone. That’s just how we operate.”
My stomach tightened, my heart racing.
He saw my expression change and leaned in closer, his voice softening.
“Do not worry, love. I won’t let anyone harm you. That’s why you can’t leave me.”
I reached up to touch his face, his fur soft beneath my fingers. He leaned into my touch, purring gently.
I knew he wanted to protect me, but I also knew I had to keep trying and stand my ground. I needed to convince him to let me go on this journey, no matter the risks.
I met his eyes, determined. “I understand that you want to protect me, Kyojuro. I appreciate that. But part of our agreement was that you’ll let me continue to work with Tamayo.”
He looked at me, surprise mingling with annoyance, but I pressed on.
“I’ll do what’s right, what I owe her. I promise to be careful, and I’ll return to you as soon as I can. Please, don’t make me choose between you and what’s right.”
I saw the conflict in his eyes again, the battle between his possessive instincts and his understanding of what I needed.
He leaned in closer, his purrs vibrating through me. His voice was deep and husky.
“I’ll think about it, my mate. But don’t expect me to say yes easily.”
Close enough, we are finally heading in the right direction.
——————-
I sat with Tamayo and Yushiro in the small meeting room at the base, reviewing the plans for our journey northeast.
It would just be the three of us, which I knew would make Kyojuro even less pleased. I needed to explain everything to him before we left.
But for now, I focused on the maps and routes spread out before me.
“Are we going to run into any problems here?” Yushiro asked, pointing to a cluster of water on the map.
Tamayo nodded. “If I’m right, this is the territory of the kraken hybrid, Giyu Tomioka. He’s a Hashira, but he’s not as violent or aggressive as Shinazugawa. If we encounter him, he should be manageable.”
Yushiro frowned. “Kraken hybrid? Won’t he just hide underwater until we’re gone?”
“No,” Tamayo replied, her tone assured. “If we arrive, he’ll likely be on the defensive. These creatures rarely hide from threats—they’d rather confront and scare them off. Even if he’s not as aggressive, he’ll still show himself.”
Yushiro crossed his arms, looking less than satisfied.
“What if he doesn’t show?” I asked, my voice cutting through the tension.
Tamayo met my gaze, a certainty in her eyes that was almost unsettling. “Oh, he will.”
Something about her confidence unnerved me. I knew Tamayo had been hunting monsters for years, but to my knowledge, she’d never captured one. So why was she so certain this time?
“There’s been too much activity in the woods lately,” she continued calmly. “Too many things that don’t add up. I know something’s happening out there.”
Kyojuro. She’s talking about Kyojuro.
A wave of paranoia washed over me. What if she finds out? What if she already knows? I can’t let her discover him. I won’t let them hurt him.
I have to warn him—he needs to stay away from this part of the woods.
Tamayo’s voice pulled me back to the present. “We need to be prepared for anything. We don’t know what we’ll find out there, and we can’t underestimate the power of these monsters.”
I nodded, feeling a surge of determination. I’d make sure Kyojuro was safe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. I’d protect him, no matter what.
“We leave in two days,” Tamayo said briskly, signaling the end of the meeting. “Be ready.”
I rose from my seat, my heart pounding.
I needed to get to Kyojuro as soon as possible. I needed to warn him.
And then, I had to convince him to let me go on this journey.
I needed to get Tamayo away from here, to distract her from what was happening around us. Traveling would be a good diversion. If her focus was on a different monster, she’d lose interest in Kyojuro.
I’m going, no matter what. I won’t let Tamayo down, despite Kyojuro’s fears. I’m doing this for him too—to protect him from Tamayo’s suspicion.
I’ll keep him safe, just as he’s always promised to do for me. That’s what mates… what lovers do.
I just hope Kyojuro will see it the same way.
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To be honest, this constant back and forth between the base and the den is wearing thin. I dread pushing through the forest at night, but I suppose it gives me time to think about what I’m going to say.
Once I finally approached the den, something felt off. It was completely dark. Had Kyojuro gone to sleep already? He usually kept a fire lit until we were ready to rest.
A sense of unease began to creep in as I drew closer. My pulse quickened. Why does this feel so wrong? I hesitated at the entrance, peering into the pitch-black den, the faint moonlight barely penetrating the darkness.
Then, I heard it—a low growl, followed by the familiar clicking I’d come to recognize.
“Kyojuro?” I called out, my voice trembling slightly.
Silence. The air grew unnervingly still. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the sound of my own breath.
Just as I opened my mouth to call out again, a sudden gust of wind swept past me, and those glowing red eyes were suddenly inches from my face, piercing straight into my soul.
I thought my heart was going to give out right then and there.
His gaze locked onto mine, and I could see his sharp teeth gleaming in a predatory smile as the moonlight faintly illuminated his face. The clicking grew louder.
“There you are…” he purred, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
I struggled to breathe; he was terrifying me—badly.
“K-Kyojuro? What are you doing? Is something wrong?—”
Before I could finish, his tail coiled around my wrists, pinning my hands above my head.
He lifted me off the ground effortlessly, suspending me by my wrists as he pulled me closer to the nest, keeping me in the air to meet his eyes.
“My mate still wishes to escape from me, I see…” he growled, amusement lacing his voice.
“Escape? No, it’s not like that!” I try to defend myself, my voice trembling.
He laughs, but there’s no warmth in it.
“You really think you can hide your true intentions from me?” His long tongue trails up my neck, and despite the fear, I can’t stop the blush that creeps over my face.
What is he doing?
“Oh, I’ve given your words from this morning plenty of thought,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “I think it’s safe to say I’ll try to compromise with you.”
“You will?” I ask, genuinely curious, hope flickering in my chest.
His grip on my wrists suddenly loosens, and I drop to the floor of the nest, staring up at him.
He looks down at me, still smiling, his eyes glowing with that same eerie light. But something feels different now—more intense, more dangerous.
“Since you insist on leaving me to venture into the territories of others, I’ve decided there’s only one way I’ll feel ‘comfortable’ letting you go,” he growled deeply. “I’m going to completely submerge you in my scent and thoroughly mark you as mine.”
My eyes widened as I instinctively tried to back away, still looking up at him.
“But… you said if the Hashira could smell me on you, they’d want to hurt me—that they’d see me as a threat,” I stammered, trying to make sense of his words despite the fear gnawing at me.
He stepped closer, matching my retreat with his advance.
“Yes, I did say that. And it’s true. But you’re not just any human—you’re my mate,” he continued, his tone dark and possessive. “For one Hashira to kill another’s mate could mean battle, war… all kinds of problems. So if you want to leave, you’ll have to go through the process.”
He leaned in closer, his eyes flashing a menacing red. “And you won’t complain.”
His voice dropped into a low, dangerous purr, and my heart fluttered with a mix of fear and something I didn’t want to name.
The clicking grew louder, reverberating through the ground beneath me. The very air seemed to hum with the force of his presence.
I was trapped, and he knew it. There was no escape.
My voice barely emerged, trembling. “You’re going to… mark me?”
His purr deepened, the clicking intensifying.
“Oh, yes,” he murmured, his voice thick with possessiveness. “By the time I’m done, you’ll reek of me and only me.”
I felt consumed by him, completely overwhelmed. I was trapped beneath him, unable to move.
But I didn’t want to escape. I wanted to stay with him, to feel him fill me.
He leaned back, his glowing red eyes meeting my gaze. “Strip,” he growled, his eyes flashing with desire.
I hesitated, my heart pounding. But something in his gaze told me he wouldn’t let me say no.
I reached down, my hands trembled slightly as I removed my clothes. His eyes watched my every movement, his purrs growing louder.
Once I removed all my clothing he leaned in, and before I could react, he pounced, pinning me down on the nest.
His tail coiled around my legs, his claws sinking into my skin as he pressed his weight over me, holding me in place.
My heart raced, pounding in my ears. Was I scared? Absolutely. But I couldn’t deny the thrill that surged through me. This was Kyojuro—the creature who claimed me, body and soul.
He was my mate, my lover. And I was his, completely.
“I won’t let anyone else touch you, little human,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath making my skin tingle. “Not while you wear my scent.”
As his claws dug deeper into my skin, I gasped as his teeth nipped at the side of my neck.
A shiver ran through me. And as I looked up into those glowing red eyes, I knew there was no going back now.
Whether I liked it or not. Whether I understood it or not.
Kyojuro Rengoku was mine, and I was his. Nothing would ever change that. Nothing could ever take him from me.
His teeth sank deeper into my neck, a sharp pain flaring to life as he bit me. I whimpered, struggling against him.
But he held me firm, his claws plunged
Into my arms, his tail wrapping tighter around me. His purr rumbled through my body, and the clicking grew louder, echoing in my ears.
He leaned back, releasing his hold on my neck. Blood trickled down my skin, but I couldn’t see it clearly in the darkness of the den.
He looked down at me, his expression fierce and feral.
“I need to mark you all over,” he growled, his eyes flashing with desire. “I need you to smell like me, so all know you’re mine.”
He lowered his mouth to my collarbone, his teeth sinking in. I cried out, struggling against him.
But he was relentless, biting and marking me all over my body. His tail tightened around my legs. It hurt, but I liked it.
I was trapped, helpless beneath him. And yet, I didn’t want to fight him.
He leaned up, meeting my gaze. “I hope my mate is prepared for me.” he growled, his eyes blazing with possessiveness. “Any monster that dare come into contact with you will know exactly who owns you.”
I felt my body respond, heat flooding between my legs. His scent, his purrs, his bites—it all combined to drive me crazy with lust.
I let out a light gasp as he flips me onto my stomach, grabbing my hips and positioning my ass out.
He leaned in, I could feel him leaning against my back. He was being rough, aggressive, demanding. He nipped at my nape, his purrs and clicks vibrating through my body.
I felt consumed by him, completely overwhelmed. He was everywhere, filling my senses.
I felt his cock harden against me, his purrs growing louder.
I shouldn’t be wanting this, I shouldn’t be okay with this monster man handling me and marking up my body. But I want him so badly.
He leaned in closer, his nose skimming my neck. “Mine,” he growled, his scent filling my senses.
His tail coiled around my legs, forcing them apart. His claws dug into my hips, holding me in place.
I felt his cock press against my entrance from behind, hard and thick. He leaned in closer, his purrs rumbling through my body.
“Be a good mate, and take all of it,” he growled, his voice thick with possession.
He finally thrust into me, his cock filling me completely. I cried out, my body stretching around him.
He let out an animalistic growl, his tail tightening around my legs so bright I knew it would leave bruises.
He leaned in closer, his mouth meeting my neck. He bit me again on the other side this time, his teeth sinking deep.
I moaned, arching up against him. His cock filled me perfectly, hitting all the right spots.
he growled, i could feel him nipping at my shoulders covering my back in spots as he fucked me. “My good mate knows how to take it, so perfect.” He praises me.
His praises only edge me on, making my eyes roll back slightly. God, it hurts so good.
His cock thrust into me faster now, the knot pushing against the entrance of my cunt.
I just know it’s going to make me feel so full.
He leaned in closer, he gets closer to my ear and whispers. “If Giyu Tomioka touches you, I’ll ensure you never have the strength to walk ever again.” He growls.
My eyes go wide once I feel his knot finally push inside me. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as it rubbed against my g-spot.
I moaned, and whimpered loudly. I couldn’t contain it.
His cock began to pulse inside me, his knot swelling to its full size. I felt a rush of pleasure, my body clenching around him.
I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure. His growls and clicks filled the air and rumbled through my body, as I came around him.
He leaned back, as he pistons into me at a rapid rate. My mind going blank.
His purrs grew louder, his scent overwhelming me. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his seed.
I moaned, and cried out as I felt him completely unload into me. My stomach starting to feel warm and uncomfortably full.
He kept me in this position his clawed hand on the center of my back keeping me arched in place until he emptied everything out it side of me.
I feel fucked out of my mind once again by him.
His cum filled me to the point I can feel it drip down my thighs. His purrs grow quiet as he slowly pulls out of me.
He then flips me onto my back and settles on top of me, to look at me.
I might not have been able to see very well due to the poor lighting, but I could see those glowing eyes and that wicked smile as he looked down at me like I was nothing but his prey.
He grabbed my face with one of his hands, he purrs seemingly satisfied, as he leaned in. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, little human.”
His claws traced over my arms, his purr growing softer. He leaned in to my ear, whispering, “If you’re going to continue to go against my wishes, I’m not going to be so gentle with you.”
He nuzzled me and kisses me with such gentleness, despite his rough behavior earlier.
“You’re mine, and I’m going to be damned if anyone ever tries to take that from me,” he whispered.
I nodded my head, my voice coming out weak and soft. “Yes, Kyojuro.” I whisper as he continues to purr.
He pulls back from me, his purrs growing softer. His tail slowly releases its hold on me, allowing my legs to close back up. He runs his hand down my thigh and my ass, his claws tracing over the sensitive skin. He nuzzles me, his purrs soft.
His purrs slowly died down, I felt him lay next to me, he pulls me close to him.
He’s crazy, but he makes me feel content, and protected despite everything. But now I’m completely exhausted from everything that happened tonight.
He leaned in nuzzled against my hair, his purrs and clicks finally dying down.
I fell asleep in his arms. Knowing that no matter what I was safe. And that soon I’d be traveling, and he’d be here, waiting for me to come back. But this time, I won’t be sick because I actually got his permission.
I’d be heading into the heart of the woods, and hopefully, I’d return in one piece.
Are all the Hashira this insane? I was always lead to believe Kyojuro Rengoku was one of the more tame ones, a kind gentle monster. I guess in some ways they got it right…
That’s the last thought that goes through my head before I fall asleep, surrounded by Kyojuro’s purrs. And his strong arms wrapped around me, protecting me. And his fur and body keeping me warm. His scent covering my entire body, claiming me as his.
I knew that no matter what happened on the journey with Tamayo, I was safe and cared for in his arms. And nothing can ever change that.
And so with that, I drifted off to sleep, with him next to me, my mate. My protector.
I think I’m genuinely starting to fall in love with him… Am I crazy?
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Jon Antilles/any Opress brother; chained together and/or other forced proximity. (Or maybe Feemor, if you’re not in the mood for Jon)
“This would be easier if I were smaller,” Savage says, frustrated, and Jon can feel the boiling edge of that temper rising, ready to spill over into a fit of blind rage.
It’s happened before, and the only reason Jon's arm is still attached is because he still has some modicum of his healing ability, even drugged to the gills with something that makes it almost impossible to use the Force.
Containing a wince, he reaches back, twisting as best he can to find Savage’s hand on the other end of the short chain that connects them. The tunnel is tight here, but the press of hot skin under his fingers is familiar at this point, easy to find, and Jon just…eases the rage. It’s not mental influence, isn't control, but—an added barrier to keep the anger from overwhelming.
Savage keeps losing his own mind to that rage. This is just an attempt to help him keep it.
“Easy,” he says quietly, and when Savage’s eyes narrow, he tips his head. “This would be slow going even if you were smaller. The ground is unstable here, and we can't trust our senses. Moving slowly is the best way forward.”
Savage grimaces, but he pulls back slightly, takes a breath. This time, when he slides forward through the narrow crevice, he’s more careful, wary of his horns and his armor instead of just trying to force his way through. Jon helps as best he can when he’s not a small man either, works buckles free and takes the rough bundle of their supplies when Savage manages to work it through, wrapped up in Jon's old cloak. Everything else they were stranded with is halfway down a mountain and through a forest filled with vornskrs, and Jon isn't willing to go back there until he has at least one lightsaber.
Finally, with a grunt of effort, Savage tumbles forward into the slightly wider stretch of passage, his armor and skin scraped. Jon catches him, holding him on his feet as he catches his breath, and asks quietly, “Are you all right?”
Savage casts him a deliberate, unreadable look, then grunts, straightening as best he can given the passage’s low ceiling. “You still think this leads to a Jedi temple?” he asks instead of answering.
Jon nods, allowing the change in subject without protest. “There was a statue of one of the Founders carved into the cliffside,” he says. “I saw it as the sun was setting. My Master gathered rumors about this place years ago, and I remember that was the marker.”
Savage makes a sound of assent, following Jon down the passage. Jon lets him be, following the vague, half-vanished, distant sense of the Force where he can and listening to its warnings about loose rocks and shifting earth. It’s hardly the most objectionable mission he’s been on, and Savage is grim and Dark and full of rage, but…
He’s sharp with care, too, in a way Jon wouldn’t have expected in a Sith apprentice. And it gives him hope that maybe, by the end of this, that Darkness will have lightened slightly.
They’re just passing over a low arch of stone, so low that they have to almost walk double with their chained hands carefully braced between them, when Savage says unexpectedly, quiet but edged with something like humor, “Better I'm stuck here with you than the other Jedi. Feral’s.”
Jon glances at him, a little surprised by the easing of Savage’s tension over Feral being out of reach when he spent the first day here in a constant state of berserker rage over being apart from his brothers. “Master Feemor?” he asks, confused. Feemor is hardly objectionable, even for someone like Jon, who tends to avoid most people when possible.
Savage huffs, catching Jon's arm before he can leap down off the broken end of the bridge. Instead, Savage leans over the side, wary, and then slides down and offers Jon a hand. Bemused, Jon takes it, dropping down onto a thick carpet of white moss and then straightening to work the kink out of his back.
“He’s…cheerful,” Savage says, and that tone makes it a damning indictment of Feemor's character. “We were fighting, and he was still cheerful.”
That does sound like Feemor, Jon allows with a wince in agreement. He’s kind, and a Jedi to the core, but…it’s a lot of cheer, sometimes.
Savage grunts, apparently satisfied that he made his point, and keeps moving, feet careful on the thick moss. “I would have drowned him in the river,” he says flatly.
It’s not fair to Feemor, but Jon coughs to hide his laugh, putting a hand up over his mouth. Jon is a Jedi, and he likes to think his equanimity could hold through most things, but…Feemor really is a lot. Especially for people like Jon and Savage.
“It would have been a long walk,” he says deliberately, and knows Savage catches his meaning when he snorts. There's another stretch of silence as they make their way towards the sound of water, and after several minutes Jon says quietly, “I think the same about Maul, too.”
Savage looks like he wants to defend his brother, and he hesitates, then sighs through his nose. “He and that clone are both irritating. They deserve each other,” he finally says, and Jon chuckles, ducking his head to hide it. From what he’s seen of Commander Fox, that’s not entirely inaccurate.
“We should find somewhere safe to sleep,” he says, not about to argue that matter, either. “It will be safer to navigate the temple in the daylight.”
Savage nods, following Jon towards a stretch of particularly deep moss. After several more seconds, he says gruffly, “That thing you do. To keep me from losing myself. Can you teach me?”
Surprised, Jon glances back, finds golden eyes watching him warily in the gloom. That buried seed of hope is almost overwhelmed by the way Savage is braced for mockery, rejection, but—
It’s still there regardless, and that tiny spark deep down in the darkness makes Jon smile.
“Of course,” he says quietly, and pulls Savage down with him onto the soft moss.
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favourite crime - part ii
Part ii - retail therapy
It had been just under two months since she had spoken to Harry. She hadn’t bothered to reach out again. She figured if he ever wanted to chat he would reach out himself but he never did.
Initially she’d been hopeful that once he’d calmed down enough that he would try and talk to her again. But that hope had dwindled as the days had gone on, and had officially been snuffed out when she’d received an email from his lawyer three weeks ago.
It had demanded a paternity test once the baby was born and included a contract and an NDA outlining that Alena was to never publicly speak of Harry being the father, if the paternity test proved true, and an agreed upon amount that he would pay each month as child support.
She’d quickly signed the NDA and emailed it back before contacting her own lawyer about the contract.
She’d been telling the truth when she’d said she never wanted anything from Harry, so she’d had them whip up a contract of her own stipulating that she would never ask Harry for any money, but that she also wouldn’t hide his identity from the child once they were old enough to understand and go looking for him. She’d also added a clause that allowed Harry any parental rights should he change his mind, but that when the baby was older Alena would not force a relationship between them if they refused contact with him.
She’d promptly sent that off as well and hadn’t heard anything since. She hadn’t expected this sort of prolonged reaction from Harry, she’d thought he was one of the good ones, and she was heartbroken that he’d proved her wrong and furious with herself for allowing herself to love him enough that his reaction caused her heart to pinch every time she thought about him. But she didn’t care anymore, she couldn’t care anymore, she had more pressing things to take care of.
Morning sickness had been an absolute nightmare for her. She’d barely been able to keep any food down and when she’d last gone to see her family doctor she’d been told she had lost too much weight and needed to better maintain her diet.
Which was easier said than done when everything made her want to throw up.
She sighed, eyeing the dry biscuits she’d been eating each morning with reluctance. It had been the only thing that didn’t upset her stomach, like she’d been recovering from a stomach virus.
But this morning she wanted cereal.
Letting out a quiet sigh, she pushed the biscuits aside and stood up, reaching up for a bowl and her favourite chocolate cereal. She poured only a very small amount before adding some milk and tentatively taking a bite. When she didn’t immediately gag she continued to eat, bringing the milk and cereal pack with her to the table.
She was halfway through her second bowl when her phone vibrated with a call.
She stared at the screen in surprise, letting it ring and ring until it stopped then picked up again.
Gemma Styles calling…
This time she reached out and hesitantly slid the screen across to answer.
She hadn’t expected Harry’s sister to reach out. She’d figured Harry would have told her and his mum everything and they too would want nothing to do with her.
“He-hello?” she answered, cautiously.
“My brother is a twat,” Gemma greeted her back.
Alena choked on the small bite of cereal she’d just swallowed and moved the phone away from her ear to cough and clear her throat.
“I’m sorry?” she brought the phone back to her ear, sure she must have misheard.
“My brother is a twat,” Gemma repeated calmly. “Are you ok?” she asked, a hint of concern in her words.
“Yeah, just-just food went down the wrong pipe.”
“She’s fine mum, just choked on a bit of food,” she heard Gemma call out in the background. So Anne was there too. Alena stood up and started to pace nervously.
“Ok so, back to my brother being a twat. He is, just in case you missed it. He only just told us everything last week. Why haven’t you called us? Mum’s worried.”
“I - I didn’t know, I mean, I didn’t think you guys would - I don’t understand. If Harry told you everything then why -” but Gemma cut her off.
“Why are we calling you?” she asked, words gentle.
“Yeah,” Alena breathed out. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me again.”
“Yeah, well, we’ve known you almost as long as we’ve known Harry. Just because he’s got his head up his arse, doesn’t mean we do. Besides, we’d at least like to hear your side of things. And honestly, mum is a bit chuffed at the idea of a grandkid. I don’t think she really cares how they come to exist.”
Alena just imagined Gemma’s eye roll at that and couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. It was full of relief and love for the two women she knew were listening on the other side.
“Sorry,” she sighed, feeling as though the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. “I didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes by calling you,” she admitted, refusing to mention Harry’s name.
“Harry is a grown man. He can handle us having you in our lives even if he doesn’t approve. And if he can’t, tough. We’ve put up with worse for him,” Gemma said firmly. “Now, mum wants to know when you are free for dinner. We have a couple months worth of catching up to do.”
“Uh-.”
“No, Harry won’t be there,” Gemma said before she could ask. Alena let a small smile slip onto her lips as she imagined the eye roll she was getting.
“I’m free any time,” she replied, refusing to acknowledge how sad and pathetic that sounded.
“Great, we’ll see you tomorrow night then,” Gemma said happily before they quickly ended the call.
Alena put her phone down and turned back to her cereal. A small part of her heart had unravelled during the phone call and she felt it fill up with hope as she allowed a small smile to slip onto her face.
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He was dating Olivia Wilde.
It had felt like a punch to the gut when Alena had seen the pictures. She hadn’t been prepared for it, it hadn’t even been something that had crossed her mind as a possibility. Yet there Harry was, pictured out with her and her kids looking like a happy family while she sat at home with his own child growing in her womb, and he couldn’t spare a single thought towards her.
She knew part of the feelings clenching around her heart were due to the hormones that were swirling wildly in her body, but a larger part was hurt that he’d rather play family with someone else and their kids, than with her. Was being with Alena really that bad?
She didn’t have time to think about it for too long, the spiralling thoughts interrupted by a knock at her door.
She had no idea who it could be, thinking maybe she had imagined it until they knocked again. She hurried to her feet, grabbed her keys and unlocked the door without looking through the peephole.
“Oh, hey Gemma,” she greeted in surprise. Dinner with Gemma and Anne had felt like travelling back in time to when they’d all get together and catch up on all the different stories Harry had told each of them over the weeks he’d spent away on tour. He’d confessed to her once that he never told any of them the same story to make sure they all stayed in touch and took care of one another while he was away. He claimed he felt guilty leaving his mum and sister alone all the time, but Alena had known he’d done it mostly for her.
They’d grown up together. Every important milestone in their lives had been a shared moment between the two of them when no one else was around. They’d been so many of each other’s firsts and helped each other stay on solid ground when the world was spiralling out of control around them. But each time Harry went away on tour and Alena was left behind, she knew he felt guilty as they drifted further and further apart from each other and she was left alone again.
Gemma and Anne were family, and after she’d lost her own parents, Harry had wanted her to have some semblance of home while he was away as well. And maybe a small part of him hoped it would help stop the chasm forming between them.
It had been stories like that and throwaway moments of thoughtfulness that had chipped away at her heart until she’d unknowingly fallen in love with him - a consequence Harry hadn’t ever considered.
“Hey,” Gemma grinned at her, gently pushing Alena aside and making her way into the apartment.
Alena flinched at the pile of dishes she’d left in the sink and hoped Gemma wouldn’t judge her for the mess. She was too busy wallowing in self pity to do any housework.
“Sooo, how are you?” Gemma asked on her way to the lounge. “Dinner was nice. Mum wants to do it again soon. She couldn’t stop talking about how nice it was to have all her girls back together, as though there were more than two of us there,” Gemma rolled her eyes before her expression softened into something like wistfulness. “It was nice though,” she admitted. “I don’t even remember the last time we’d all gotten together. It’s been months. Ever since Harry came back and stole all your time,” she joked.
Alena’s smile dimmed a little at the mention of her brother and just how much of her time he used to occupy. She hadn’t noticed it until after he’d swiftly exited her life just how reliant on his company she’d become. She was quite cranky at herself for allowing him to weasel his way into taking up all her free time again. The first week he hadn’t called, all Alena had done was sit in front of the telly and try to fill the empty Harry shaped hole in her life with reruns and food. Eventually she’d snapped herself out of it. Now she wondered if there were others who had fallen for the charm and dazzle that was all Harry the way she had, and been left just as high and dry with an aching heart that refused to give up on him.
She wondered if Olivia Wilde would be the same.
“Sorry,” she apologised to Gemma. “I don’t know how it happened. I missed you guys too.”
“It’s not your fault. Harry does it to everyone. He did it when you guys were kids as well,” she rolled her eyes. “The two of you always used to be off in your own little bubble. We’d have to beat it with a stick to get it to pop until you paid the rest of us some attention,” she joked. But Alena still felt bad.
“He’s just got that thing about him,” she eventually sighed, shoulders dipping in disappointment as the nostalgia of childhood friendships and how easy everything had been back then hit her like a truck.
“Forget about him,” Gemma said gently, coming up beside Alena and nudging her shoulder. “He may be my brother but he’s not worth wallowing over when he’s being this unreasonable.”
“That’s easier said than done when his face is literally everywhere, smiling and laughing as though this huge life changing event isn’t going to impact him at all,” Alena grumbled bitterly.
“Ah. So you’ve seen the pictures already,” Gemma said sheepishly. “Mum and I were hoping I could get to you in time before you saw anything,” she admitted.
“So this isn’t a social call because you miss spending time with me?” Alena tried to joke.
“Why can’t it be both?” Gemma grinned back, linking their arms and pulling her further into the apartment. “Come on, get changed. Let’s go shopping and then grab some lunch. I can’t wait to spoil my niece-slash-nephew.”
Alena groaned. “Please, no. I can't even look at baby things right now. I was looking up a list of things to get and there’s so much,” she looked at Gemma with wide eyes. “Why are there so many different types of prams, Gem? What do they all do? What if I get the wrong one?”
Gemma laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ve got mum and I around. We’ll help pick things out for the little nugget. I’m pretty sure I saw mum looking up bassinets the other day,” she admitted. “And I won’t lie, I’ve started going to the baby section in some stores. I haven’t bought anything yet though,” she promised, sitting on Alena’s bed while she changed.
It didn’t take Alena long to throw on an old sweatshirt and some jeans before the two girls were heading out the door, a sense of peace and comfort settling over Alena’s heart, soothing the aching wound Harry had left.
She was so distracted and happy, wrapping herself and Gemma in a protective bubble of bliss as they walked from store to store buying too many clothes and things they didn’t need, that she didn’t even notice the random flashes of light as people took their photos while they talked and laughed.
And so when she got home that day after promising Gemma that she’d come by for lunch with her and Anne in a couple of days, and saw her phone light up with a Twitter notification of a ‘Styles sighting’, she ignored it. She wasn’t going to let anything Harry related ruin the rest of her night.
-
“Stay away from my family,” Harry glared at her from the doorway. When Alena had opened her front door she’d been expecting a teenager with a pizza box in his hands, not Harry. So when she’d looked up from where she’d been tracking her food on her phone, she’d frozen in shock, unable to get a single word out.
Not that it mattered, Harry seemed to be there to deliver a message and move on.
Alena blinked up at him, unsure how to respond.
“Did you hear me?” he huffed. “Stay away from my mum and sister.”
“I didn’t contact them,” she eventually managed to say, her hands coming up and wrapping protectively around herself.
Harry’s eyes instinctively looked down at the movement, his gaze lingering for a moment on her stomach. She was just over three months pregnant now and still not showing, but Harry’s frown still made her feel self conscious.
“You’ve lost weight,” he commented, his voice losing a little of its edge and his eyes losing a little of their ice. But he quickly shook himself out of it and fixed a glare back on his face, bringing the conversation back to the reason why he was there. “I don’t care who contacted whom. Just stay away from them,” he repeated. “Or I’ll take out a restraining order,” he added, almost as an afterthought.
Alena flinched back, her eyes widening in disbelief and anger.
She felt her heart pick up its pace and her cheeks heat up. She didn’t care who he was or how much he thought she had wronged him, he had no right threatening her with something like that.
He seemed to realise it too, his face crumpling in apology almost as soon as he had said the words. But it was too late to take them back and Alena was too angry in that moment to give him a chance to do so anyway.
If she took a moment to think about it, took a moment to just analyse the situation a little bit, she would have picked up on the strange back and forth Harry seemed to be having internally. As though he was saying and doing all the things that were expected of him, while a long ago locked up part of his heart warred with him to be kind.
“I don’t care who you think you are, Harry,” she spoke stiffly. “But you have no right coming to my door and threatening me with something like that. I never, not once, reached out to Anne or Gemma out of respect for you. They came to me. I don’t care what you see online, you should know better than to believe everything.”
She moved to close the door, but Harry stuck a foot out before she could slam it in his face.
“If you think you can trick me into a relationship by charming my mum and sister-”
But Alena cut him off. “Fuck you, Harry Styles,” she said, anger rolling off her in waves. She had never been so hurt and so mad at someone all at the same time. “Fuck you for thinking so low of me. God, you-,” she shook her head, trying to fight back the sudden onslaught of tears that were clogging up her throat. “I can’t believe I wasted a single second of my life loving you,” she laughed bitterly, her heart yelling at her that she still loved him. “You know, I’ve had my heart broken before. By old boyfriends, by friends, even by you. I never gave any of them a second shot at breaking me again. Except for you. I let you break my heart on so many occasions, I was an idiot for letting you do it again. Please,” she begged desperately, tired of feeling on edge and of all the heartbreak Harry brought with him. “Please, just leave me alone. It’s something you’ve been very good at for the last few months, I’m sure you can do it again. But you can’t ask me to have no one, to stay away from the two people who have cared about me. Anne and Gemma have always been my family as well, even if you no longer are. You took my love, trust and friendship and threw it all away like it meant nothing to you. I won’t let you take them away from me too,” she said fiercely.
She waited until Harry took a step back, then closed the door, making sure to lock it behind her.
She ignored it when he knocked and called for her again, more gently this time. But Alena was done. She wasn’t going to tiptoe around Harry anymore to spare his feelings when he had zero regard for her own.
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That’s Goose
Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw x reader
TW: alcohol. (i think that's it), not edited[sorry]
W/c: 750
It was late on Friday night and you still hadn’t left work, every bar within the city would be packed by now but you needed a drink. You’d heard a few colleagues talking about a new bar just down the street, so you make your way down there. The first thing you see is a bunch of guys in dress whites, so you figure that this is the new navy bar. You find a nice, somewhat quiet spot at the bar and order your drink, while drinking you get a feeling that someone is looking at you. You start scanning the room and quickly saw a guy across the bar, and then you get eye contact, he quickly looks away and you go back to your drink.
After a while you start feeling eyes on you again, you look over to the guy but before you can send him a questioning look he looked back at his friend, who was probably talking about something he did at work, you figure because his arms are all up in the air and there are a bunch of girls around him. None of the girls seemed to care about the cute guy sitting next to him. Cute guy had pretty eyes, blond hair, and a moustache that looked so good, and that says something ‘cause not everyone can pull it off, yet he sure could.
Once you were done with your drinks you started packing your stuff, there was a line to pay for your tab, so you looked over at cute guy. His friend was pointing at you and smiling, looking like he was talking very highly of you. Next thing you know, cute guys friend is coming over in time for you to pay your tab, “Hi” he says, but before you can say it back he continues, “I’m maverick, and that’s my friend goose,” he says. You shoot him a look, “goose and maverick your mothers must have hated you” you say handing the bartender your card. “No, no, well maybe. They’re our call signs we’re in the navy.” He says. “Ahhh…” “So anyway goose tells me that you’re looking at him?” Now you’re getting confused, were you making him uncomfortable? Maverick must have seen your face changing ‘cause he quickly went on to say, “anyway, he’s too nervous to talk with you but maybe you wouldn’t mind talking to him?” “Oh, yeah sure.”
You and maverick walk over, but on the way maverick sees a girl so he leaves you. “Hi goose” you say once you get to him. “Hi” he says nervously, “lost maverick?”. “Yeah, yeah he um found a girl” there was an awkward silence but then he started some small talk.
In the midst of it, he realises that he doesn’t know your name, “can I ask you something?” He asks. “Yeah sure.” “Uh, what’s your name?” And you laugh awkwardly now realising that you never told him your name, “it’s y/n.” “Y/n, y/n” he says as if trying to taste it. “It’s pretty I like it.” “Thanks, I just realised I also don’t know your name.. just your call sign” “it’s Nick, Nick Bradshaw.” And you think to yourself that he looks like a Nick.
A few minutes later a girl comes over to the two of you, “your friend was amazing” she says, and you can’t help but chuckle.
“You wanna get some food?” Goose asks, “yeah sure, but um where? It’s late I don’t know any places that are open right now.” You answer with a question. “Yeah me too, you know we can go back to my place?” you're pretty sure he didn't mean it like others might have, and you chuckle as he realizes what he just said.
Instead of going to gooses place, he drives the both of you to a drive through and like a true gentleman, he paid for the food. He drove to the beach, and there you were laughing and eating with a complete stranger in said strangers car, in the middle of the night.
At the end of the night, goose drove you home and walked you to the door, you'd earlier given him your number. At the door he gave you a kiss goodbye, and as he walked away, you couldn't help but smile seeing him do a little dance halfway to his car.
#nick bradshaw#nick goose bradshaw#nick goose Bradshaw x reader#goose x reader#tg#tg fiction#kasiewrites
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I will try this again after my APP CRASHED HALFWAY TROUGH TYPING THIS THE FIRST TIME.
Hello Cat 😊 Long time no chaos in your ask box! I will change that! Also I know you are mad at the cliffhanger hehehwh, so here is
Chaos Amnesia AU: Part 7!
Now, I know after the last part there is just one burning question on your mind! Where is the money hidden in the cave?!
Don't worry, I shall tell you!😊 It is obviously not hidden in the main cave where Sirius' camp is. That would be stupid, anyone could walk into that and find it - No, the money is hidden deep in the cave! First you have to follow a narrow tunnel deep under the cliffside and the you have to dive like in H20 and -
What was that?

Oh, you don't care??
Alright. Fine! If you care so much more about Sirius headshot wound then we'll deal with that first I guess 🙄 Yeeze, priorities...
Okay so is Sirius dead? No. Of course he is not, that would be booriiing! And we want chaos, don't we? How has he survived? Great question - also one that Remus asks James after they rushed over and found that Sirius was still breathing. Not a question James can answer though, he's a Detective Inspector not a doctor!
But he can tell that Sirius has a pulse, which is amazing news! However, he is also bleeding from his headwound which is not amazing at all! What should they do?
"Take him to the hospital!," I hear you call - but children (and animals)! This man is a fugitive! A wanted murderer, arsonist and bank robber! You can't just take him to the hospital!
What you really should do is stop the bleeding with a makeshift bandage fashioned out of your ripped up shirt, shoulder the still unconscious man that meant the whole world to you and hurry forth, back up the cliff, through the now pitch black national park, back towards your car - all while your friend is stumbling behind you in a dissociated haze, balancing the blood splattered gun precariously on his palms.
We can all be glad that James knows how to make great choices and does just that!
They reach the car, carefully place Sirius on the backseat and drive towards home...
"Who are you? Where am I?"
The sudden voice and appearance of a pale face between their headrests startles James and Remus in the middle of the highway (do you call it highway in Britain? Idk, I do not dare to close this app to check now 💀).
Remus turns on the passenger seat while James does his very best to stay focused on the road.
"It's okay Sirius! It's me! Remus!"
But Sirius just stares at him in confusion. His eyes dart towards the windows.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Don't worry, we won't take you to the police," James promises. He can feel Sirius' panic.
Why would he be so scared?
"To the police? What do you mean? Who are you?"
"I just...," Remus frowns and tries to find some spark of recognition in Sirius' stormy eyes. But there's just confusion. Confusion and fear.
Two things Remus had never seen there before.
"Don't you remember me?"
Sirius' frown grows deeper.
"Who are you?," he repeats with an unsteady voice.
James shoots Remus a look. They have a decision to make...
part 7a (aka the horribble cliffhanger)
or start from part 1
SLOTHYYYYYYYY WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME MY HEART CANNOT HANDLE THESE ROLLERCOASTERS (I LOVE IT). when you said chaos amnesia au you really meant CHAOS AMNESIA AU oh god what are they going to tell poor sirius?! 😭😭😭😭😭
#i love how quickly sirius recovered from ALMOST DYING#slothy#i have still not forgiven u for almost killing him#but i also love you for sending this to my inbox#🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼#cant wait to read what happens next ahhhh#sloth tag#chaos amnesia au
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