#she’s like yeah todays the day let me stay strapped

[bodythieves]

what if I did it. What if I said fuck it and wrote a fanfiction where Ellie brings The Backpack ™️ over every time during a hangout but never breaks it out. Then one day she’s called out on it and she’s just 😨

[meliciousmel13]

➛ the mess is mine.

paring: Billie Eilish x Reader

warnings: smut, fluff, aftercare, dirty names? (billie calls r whore, slut) strap-on sex (r receiving), eating out, fingering, kind of breeding kink, possessive billie

wc: 5,121

SYNOPSIS: billie wakes up at 7am for her photoshoot and you offer to go with her. you were waiting for her to finish and finally go home to cuddle. but.. was that someone flirting with you?

an: was this too much? sorryy

It was 7:31 a.m. Billie was late by a whole 30 minutes. Why? Because of you. She was supposed to be at a photoshoot by now, but every time she tried to sneak out of bed, you’d cling to her as your life depended on it.

Her first attempt to replace her body with a pillow had failed spectacularly. The moment the cool fabric touched your skin instead of her warmth, you whined and mumbled something incoherent about her staying. Each time she tried to move, you tightened your hold, murmuring, “Just five more minutes.”

It’s been 30. Billie was still here, half sitting up and half trapped beneath you, her phone buzzing relentlessly on the nightstand.

“Baby,” she sighed, rubbing slow circles on your back in a last-ditch effort to reason with you, “I really need to go.”

“Why?” you mumbled, your voice muffled against her neck.

“Because I’m late for my photo shoot, angel,” she explained, her voice soft as she kissed the side of your neck. Her hands slid under your pajama shirt, gently rubbing your hips in a way that was meant to coax, but it only made you cling tighter.

“Why are you always leaving me?” you asked, your tone carrying more hurt than you meant to let show. Your arms locked around her like a lifeline, your cheek pressed against the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat.

She froze for a moment, guilt flickering across her face before she softened. “I’m not leaving you, sweetheart,” she murmured, running her fingers through your hair. “I’m just working.”

“You’re always working,” you replied, your voice laced with sleepy frustration.

She groaned, and couldn’t talk back because you were annoyingly right. Unfortunately, she was always working. Sometimes she stays late in your home studio. Sometimes have to remind her it’s 3 am and she needs to go to bed. You have to remind her to sleep. which made sense because she had a horrible sleep schedule.

“I know,” she admitted, pressing another kiss to your temple. “But I’ve got a two-day break after today. I promise I’m all yours.”

“Really?” you asked, your voice still thick with sleep as you tilted your head to look at her.

“Yeah,” she said, turning onto her back and pulling you with her so you were sprawled across her chest. “Just let me get through today, and I’m yours, baby. Completely.”

Her hands slid to your thighs, holding them gently as she gave you a pleading look. “Please?”

You sat up slightly, perched on her lap as you eyed her skeptically. “Only if I can come with you.”

Billie blinked, caught off guard. “Sure?” she said, her voice cautious but amused.

You nodded, shifting to straddle her properly, your hands resting on her chest. “I’m serious.”

Her hands slid up your thighs, slightly gripping your upper thighs. Tilting her head, and smirking, almost like she knew what she was doing to you “You sure, baby? It’s going to be boring for you.”

“Maybe not if you keep talking like that,” you mumbled, mimicking her head tilt. She laughed, the sound warm and low, gently nudging you off her. “Alright, alright. But now we really need to go.”

She stretched, her arms reaching above her head as she let out a groan. Then she swung her legs over the side of the bed and hurried to pull on socks, nearly tripping in her rush.

You watched her with half-lidded eyes, still sprawled on the bed. She was barely awake, fumbling with her shirt and brushing her fingers through her hair in an attempt to look presentable. “You know,” you said, your voice teasing, “you’re just going to take that off when you get there.”

She paused to give you a playful glare. “And you’re not helping.”

“I’m keeping you warm,” you retorted, burrowing deeper into the blanket.

“You’re keeping me late,” she corrected, tossing a hoodie over her head before grabbing her phone.

Finally, Billie turned to you, her expression softening as she took in your sleepy pout. “Come on,” she coaxed, holding out a hand. “You said you wanted to come with me, remember?”

Grumbling, you crawled out of the warm cocoon of blankets and took her hand. Billie pulled you to your feet, her arms immediately wrapping around your waist to steady you as you swayed slightly.

“See? Now we’re both late,” she teased, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before tugging you toward the door.

“Whatever,” you replied, leaning into her side as she guided you out of the room.

A few hours later, you found yourself sitting on the edge of a plush couch in the corner of the photo studio, the quiet hum of activity around you. Billie had been whisked away the moment you two walked in, the staff bustling to get everything ready. The sound of camera shutters clicking, mixed with the low murmur of voices, created a backdrop of controlled chaos.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her from across the room. She moved so naturally, so confidently, like she belonged right there in the spotlight. Every pose felt effortless like she wasn’t even trying—just being. The stylist fussed over her outfit again, straightening seams and adjusting details, but Billie barely seemed to notice, too busy flashing the camera that playful, crooked smirk that somehow felt like it was meant just for you.

“She’s stunning,” someone from the crew muttered from nearby, and you couldn’t help but smile, proud to know her so intimately.

Even though she was surrounded by people, Billie’s eyes kept flickering over to you, catching your gaze and holding it for just a moment before she went back to her pose. Each time, there was a hint of a smile, as if reassuring you that despite the work, you were still on her mind.

As the photographer called for a break, Billie wandered over to you, her steps light but purposeful. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before sitting beside you, her body close to yours.

“How’s my angel doing?” she asked, her voice playful, but with an undercurrent of affection that made you melt.

You shrugged, grinning. “I’m surviving. It’s kind of boring without you though.”

She laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair out of your face. “I’m almost done, promise. Then it’s just you and me. No more work today.”

You leaned into her, pressing your cheek to her shoulder as you relaxed into the moment, letting the busyness of the shoot fade into the background. Billie’s hand found yours, her thumb gently stroking your skin, grounding you in the peace of this quiet space despite the chaos of the studio.

“Thanks for sticking with me,” she murmured softly, her lips brushing the top of your head. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Looking forward to it,” you replied with a smile.

Billie was barely out of the room when the guy approached, the sound of his shoes tapping on the floor as he made his way over to you. He flashed you a charming grin that made your skin crawl, leaning in way too close.

“Hey,” he said, his tone too smooth for comfort. “You’re looking a little lonely over here. Why don’t you come hang out with me instead of waiting around?”

You shifted uncomfortably, pulling away from him a little, but he didn’t take the hint. His eyes skimmed over you, lingering in all the wrong places. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you look all… out of it. I think I’d like to get to know you better.”

Before you could even respond, a cold, sharp voice sliced through the air, making the guy freeze mid-sentence.

“Get away from her. Now.”

Billie’s voice was so cold and hard it could’ve cut glass. She stormed toward you, her jaw clenched and her eyes practically burning holes through the guy. Without a moment’s hesitation, she stepped between you, her presence so commanding that the guy instinctively took a step back.

“Billie, come on, I’m just—” The guy started to laugh, clearly not understanding the shift in the air.

Billie’s eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a cruel smile that was anything but friendly. “I said back off,” she snapped, her voice low and full of venom. “You don’t talk to her. You don’t look at her. You don’t even breathe in her direction. Got it?”

The guy hesitated, clearly trying to size up the situation, but he wasn’t fast enough. Billie took a step forward, towering over him, her body language radiating pure menace. “She’s mine. You think you can just come up and flirt with what’s mine, huh? No. Not happening.”

He started to laugh again, trying to brush it off, but Billie didn’t care. “What’s so funny, huh?” she hissed, stepping even closer. “You think this is some joke? You think she’s some kind of toy for you to play with?”

The guy opened his mouth to say something, but Billie didn’t let him get a word out. “Shut up,” she spat, the words cutting him off like a whip. “She doesn’t want you. She’s not interested. I don’t want you near her. Do you understand?”

The guy looked taken aback, the smug expression slipping from his face as he realized Billie wasn’t backing down. He stepped back, trying to regain his composure, but Billie wasn’t finished.

She leaned in closer, her voice dangerously quiet now, but the fury in it was unmistakable. “Right?” Billie said, her eyes flashing darkly. “The mess is mine. All of her—every inch—is mine. And you’ll stay the hell away from her. Understood?”

The guy looked at Billie, his face turning a little pale as he mumbled something, his bravado completely deflated. He took one last glance at you before backing off without another word, clearly realizing he’d just made a very big mistake.

Billie stood there, watching him retreat with a satisfied, icy glare, her chest heaving slightly from the intensity of her anger. When she was sure he was gone, she turned to you, her expression softening just enough to show a hint of concern, but the possessive dominance never left her eyes.

“You okay?” she asked, her tone no longer sharp, but still filled with an unrelenting sense of control.

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you watched her, completely captivated by how fiercely she protected you.

“Good,” she murmured, her hand sliding around your waist as she pulled you into her side, her grip tight, almost like she was afraid someone else might try to get too close. “No one messes with what’s mine. Not while I’m around.”

You couldn’t help but shiver at the possessiveness in her voice, feeling a warmth spread through you as you leaned into her, your eyes meeting hers.

Billie pressed a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering for just a moment longer than usual. “You belong to me, sweetheart. Remember that.”

Her words were like a brand on your soul, leaving no room for doubt. You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips as you whispered, “I remember, Billie. I remember.”

The car ride back home was suffocating in its silence, thick with tension. Billie’s eyes flicked to you every few moments, the corner of her lips curling into a slight, unreadable smile. You could feel the weight of her gaze on you, every passing second drawing you deeper into the pull of her presence.

As soon as the car stopped, Billie was out, slamming the door behind her. She didn’t wait for you, didn’t bother checking if you were right behind her—she knew you were.

The second you closed the car door, she was on you, her hands pulling you toward the front door of the house, fingers digging into your wrist. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Billie’s mouth was on yours, hot and demanding. Her hands pulled at your clothes roughly, almost like she couldn’t stand to have even a second where you weren’t completely hers.

She backed you up against the nearest wall, her lips tracing along your jaw with sharp, possessive kisses. “Bet you like this, huh?” Billie murmured, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath warm and heavy. “Bet you like when I make you mine, when I remind you who you belong to.” Her voice was low, gritty with lust, and there was no mistaking the authority in it. Every word felt like a brand, a reminder that you were hers.

You gasped, your body responding to her instantly, heat pooling in your stomach. You tried to push her off, just a little, needing a second to breathe, but she wasn’t having it. “No, no, no. You don’t get to push me away.” Her fingers tightened in your hair, forcing your head back to give her more access to your neck.

“You don’t get to stop me, baby. Not when I’m finally gonna remind you just how much you belong to me.” Her teeth scraped against your skin, sharp and possessive, making you shudder under her touch.

You let out a soft moan, the ache inside you becoming unbearable. “Fuck, you’re such a slut,” Billie growled, her hand sliding down your body roughly, squeezing your waist, her thumb brushing dangerously close to the waistband of your pants. “A slut for me, huh?” She smirked, her eyes dark with the kind of intensity that made you feel like you couldn’t breathe without her permission.

You shuddered, but there was no denying it—the heat that rushed through you at the sound of her words. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “Yours.” She froze, her eyes darkening even further as she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, mocking kiss.

“Say it again, baby,” she commanded, her voice dripping with possessive need. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“m’ yours,” you breathed, your chest tightening with both the weight of her words and your own growing desire. Billie’s smirk deepened, satisfied with your response, but she wasn’t done with you yet.

Her hand slid down between your legs, her fingers pressing against the outline of your pants, brushing lightly against your core. “You really think you can walk around looking this fucking cute without me wanting to fuck you stupid?” Billie growled, her other hand sliding up her hoodie, her fingers pinching at your nipples in a way that made you gasp.

“You’re nothing but a little slut for me, and I’m gonna fuck you like one.” Her words hit you like a physical blow, and your whole body flushed with the weight of her command. You could feel yourself tightening under her touch, desperate for her, for her possession, for the way she made you feel like nothing outside of her mattered.

Billie stepped back, just for a moment, her eyes scanning you with dark amusement. “You’ve been teasing me all day, and now, you’re gonna pay for it,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. “Come here.” She grabbed your wrist again, pulling you toward the living room, her movements sharp and quick. You couldn’t stop yourself, not when she had you so worked up, so under her thumb.

When she threw you down on the couch, her gaze didn’t soften—it only grew darker. She stood over you for a moment, surveying you like a predator, her hands resting on her hips as she smirked down at you. “You’re mine. Don’t forget it.” Before you could say anything, she was on you again, this time less gentle, her hands finding the waistband of your pants with expert speed, yanking them down roughly, exposing your skin and pretty pink underwear to her hungry gaze.

She didn’t ask for permission, and didn’t need to. Billie’s hands roamed over your body, her grip firm and possessive, and she took a deep breath as if inhaling the very essence of you.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect for me,” she muttered, her lips finding your neck once more. Her teeth sank into your skin, marking you, claiming you. “No one else gets to touch you. No one but me, you understand?” You nodded, your breath quickening as her words sank in deeper, the way she was touching you making everything else fade away.

All that mattered now was Billie. Her touch, the way she made you feel like you were hers, and hers alone. “Good,” she whispered against your skin, her hands roaming even more boldly, pushing her hoodie past your chest and making it pool around your collarbones.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” she bit her lip, pinching and rolling your nipple with her thumb and index finger, “hm? You know how fucking pretty and cute you are don’t you? That’s why you were teasin’ me. You fuckin’ know.” she breathed out, leaning down and taking your nipple to her mouth, she looked up with lazy eyes, her pink tongue swirling and sucking your nipple.

“Bill— billie,” you whimper holding the back of her head and softly gripping her hair. Your back arching to press your breast further into her eager mouth.

“Yeah? Can’t even handle something so simple, fuck,” she sighed, looking down and seeing the large, obvious wet spot in your underwear. “Got so wet and I didn’t even do anything yet.” She smiled, rubbing softly with her thumb and pushing the damp fabric to the side, exposing your glistening cunt to her hungry eyes.

“Look at you, all ready for me,” Billie purred, her fingers teasing along your slit. “So eager, so desperate to be touched.”

She pushed a finger inside you, curling it just so, and you cried out, your hips bucking against her hand. “That’s it, baby. Give me those sweet sounds. Let me hear how much you want it.”

Billie added another finger, pumping them in and out, her thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Fuck, you’re tight. I can’t wait to feel this cunt squeezing my dick.”

She picked up the pace, her fingers driving into you harder, faster, the wet squelch of your arousal filling the room. “You like that, hm baby? Like feeling me inside you, stretching you open?”

You could only moan in response, your body tensing as the pressure built inside you. Just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, Billie withdrew her fingers, leaving you empty and aching.

“Not yet,” she tutted, a wicked grin on her face. “I’m not done playing with you. Need to hear you beg for it first.”

She dipped her head down, her tongue swiping over your clit, and you nearly screamed at the sudden sensation. “Please,” you gasped, fisting your hands in her hair. “Please, Billie, I need…”

“Need what?” she asked, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh. “Tell me what you need, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Billie’s fingers teased along your slit once more, barely dipping inside, just enough to drive you wild with need. “Tell me what you need,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I need you,” you whimpered, arching your back, trying to press yourself further into her touch. “I need your fingers, your tongue, anything. Please, Billie, m’ so close.”

She chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “So desperate. So needy for my touch.” Her fingers circled your clit, firm and relentless, pushing you closer to the edge. “Beg for it, baby. Beg for my fingers in your tight little cunt.”

“Please,” you moaned, your hips bucking against her hand. “Please, Billie, I need your fingers inside me. I need you to make me come. Please, please—I’ll do anything.”

“That’s more like it,” she purred, sliding two fingers back inside you, pumping them in and out at a maddeningly slow pace. “Such a good little slut, begging so prettily for me.”

She curled her fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your vision go white, and you cried out, your walls clenching around her digits. “Fuck, Billie! M’ gonna cum— can’t—”

She didn’t stop, her fingers driving into you harder, faster, the wet squelch of your arousal filling the room. “Come for me,” she commanded, her thumb pressing down on your clit. “Come on my fingers like the desperate little whore you are.”

And you did, your body convulsing as the orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of pleasure radiating through your core. You clenched around her fingers, your juices coating her hand as she worked you through it, drawing out every last bit of your pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, her fingers still moving inside you, prolonging your climax. “Milk my fingers. Show me how much you needed that.”

You could only moan in response, your body trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. Billie’s fingers continued their relentless pace, drawing out your pleasure until you thought you couldn’t take anymore.

Finally, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth and licking them clean. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good when you come,” she purred, her eyes dark with lust. “I could eat this pretty cunt all day.”

She moved down your body, settling between your legs, and you whimpered at the feeling of her hot breath on your sensitive flesh. “One more,” she promised, her tongue darting out to lap at your clit. “wanna feel you come on my tongue.”

She set to work, her mouth and fingers alternating between teasing and pleasuring, pushing you towards another climax. Your hands fisted in the sheets, your body arching off the bed as she drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Billie, please,” you begged, your voice hoarse from crying out her name. “I need to come. Please— make me come.”

She hummed against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. “Come for me, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”

And with a final flick of her tongue, you did, your back bowing off the bed as the second orgasm ripped through you. Billie moaned, lapping up your release, prolonging your pleasure until you collapsed back onto the mattress, spent and sated.

She crawled up your body, pressing soft kisses along your neck and jaw. “Such a good girl,” she praised, her fingers carding through your hair. “so proud of you angel.”

You could only nod, too exhausted to form any coherent words. Billie chuckled, pressing one last kiss to your lips before climbing off the couch.

Billie smirked as she climbed off the couch, her fingers still glistening with your juices. “Wait here,” she mumbled.

She sauntered out of the living room, leaving you panting and aching for more. Your mind raced with possibilities of what she might return with - toys, restraints, who knows what else.

Minutes later, Billie reappeared, a mischievous glint in her eye. In her hand, she held a large, strap-on.

“On your hands and knees,” she commanded, her voice low and authoritative.

You scrambled to obey, assuming the position on the couch. Your heart raced with anticipation as you felt Billie’s presence behind you.

“Such a good little whore,” she purred, running the strap-on teasingly along your slit. “So eager to be filled, aren’t you?”

You whimpered and pushed back against the toy, desperate to feel it inside you. Billie chuckled darkly.

“Patience, I’m going to fuck this tight pussy so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

With that promise, she pressed forward, and positioned herself at your entrance, the thick head of the strap-on nudging insistently against your sensitive folds. With a single, powerful thrust, she sheathed herself fully inside you, your slick walls parting to accommodate her girth.

“Fuck yes,” Billie groaned, her hips grinding against yours as she hilted deep. “Love feeling this tight cunt swallowing my cock. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

She set a punishing pace, her thrusts hard and deep, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and Billie’s grunts of exertion.

“Take it,” she commanded, her fingers digging into the meat of your thighs hard enough to bruise. “Take my fucking cock like the desperate whore you are. Milk it with this greedy little cunt.”

Your body was a livewire of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. You could feel your orgasm building, a tidal wave of ecstasy poised to crash over you at any moment.

“Billie,” you keened, your hands scrabbling at her sweat-slicked back. “Please, I’m so close. Make me come on your cock. Fill me up, please!”

“That’s it, baby,” she growled, her hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. “Come for me. Come all over my fucking dick.”

And with a few more well-angled thrusts, you did, your cunt clamping down on the strap as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through your core.

Billie carefully pulls out, her movements slow and gentle as she helps you settle back, her hands soothingly stroking your body. She leans down, her breath soft against your skin, whispering, “You did so good for me, baby.”

You’re still a little dazed, your eyes half-lidded as you look up at her, feeling the warmth of her touch and the aftershocks of everything slowly settling in your chest. Billie’s gaze softens as she notices the way you’re still processing, her hand resting lightly on your hip, a grounding presence.

“Just breathe, okay?” she murmurs, her voice low and comforting. Her fingers trace the curve of your jaw, pushing the strands of hair from your face, and she smiles softly as she sees how you melt into her touch.

She leans in, pressing a light kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment. “I’ve got you, always. You’re safe with me.”

You nod, finally feeling the tension in your body ease as she holds you, her warmth enveloping you. Billie’s body is close, and she doesn’t let go of you, making sure you feel cared for and cherished. You rest your head against her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat, and feel the weight of her embrace ground you as the world slowly comes back into focus.

Billie smiles softly, her fingers gently brushing over your skin, lingering on the back of your neck. She takes a moment to study you, her eyes filled with affection as she notices the exhaustion settling in your features.

“How about a bath?” she asks, her voice tender like she’s offering you a moment of calm after everything. “I can run one for you, make sure you’re all clean and relaxed.”

You hum softly, the idea of sinking into warm water feels like the perfect way to unwind. Her hand moves to your waist, guiding you gently to sit up, and she stands beside you, already reaching for the blankets to pull them back.

“I’ll take care of you,” Billie promises, her gaze never leaving yours. She leans in and presses another kiss to your forehead, a reassurance of her care. “You deserve to feel good, baby.”

She helps you to your feet, her touch light yet steady, making sure you don’t feel rushed as she leads you toward the bathroom. The soft glow of the dim lights in the room and the sound of water running sets the mood—peaceful, quiet.

You sink deeper into the warmth of the bath, your body still humming from everything that just happened. You take a deep breath, your eyes closing for a moment as you let the heat wash over you.

“That was a lot,” you admit, your voice soft, still coming down from the intensity.

Billie, standing beside the tub, looks down at you with a small smile, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. She crouches down, brushing her hand over your hair, fingers tangling through the wet strands. “I know, baby,” she says, her voice tender, as if she understands exactly what you mean. “But you did so good.”

Without saying much more, Billie undresses quickly, and before you can blink, she’s stepping into the tub behind you. The water splashes around her as she settles in, almost instantly pulling you into her arms. Her presence is solid, grounding you in a calm way after everything.

She guides you to lean back against her chest, your head resting against her shoulder as she envelops you in her warmth. Her hands start running through your hair again, gentle and soothing. “I’ve got you,” she murmurs, her voice soft and calming. “We can just relax here for a while, okay? No rush.”

You let out a breath, the weight of everything finally beginning to melt away. Billie’s arms are around you, keeping you close, and her touch is reassuring and soft. She kisses the top of your head, her lips lingering there for a moment before she whispers, “Let go, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Billie’s hands slide down your arms, her touch still gentle as she pulls you closer, her body pressed firmly against yours in the warm water. She stays silent for a moment, her breath steady, as if thinking over everything that happened.

After a beat, her voice breaks the quiet, soft but tinged with concern. “Was I too rough with you?” she asks, her tone unexpectedly vulnerable. “Too mean?”

You look up at her, meeting her eyes as she watches you carefully, her fingers now tracing delicate patterns on your skin. Her usual confidence is there, but there’s an underlying softness, a need for reassurance that surprises you.

“I just want to make sure I didn’t push you too far,” she adds, her voice almost hesitant, as if she’s testing the waters for your response.

You let out a small sigh, the warmth of the bath soothing you further, and shake your head. “No… it wasn’t like that,” you whisper, reaching up to touch her face, your fingertips grazing her cheek. “You were just… exactly what I needed.”

Billie’s eyes soften, the tension in her shoulders easing as she absorbs your words. She pulls you closer once more, her embrace wrapping around you like a cocoon, protective and caring.

“I just want to take care of you,” she murmurs, her voice low and sincere. “I’m here, always.”

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[chaengluva]

Shy

Regina George x Fem!Reader: 2.6k words

You were so excited to show your girlfriend, Regina, your amazing artwork, but when you see it it’s completely ruined and when you find out who ruined it, your heart breaks. Regina finds the perfect way to cheer you up.

Warnings: Bullying, betrayal, slight angst, smut, Dom!Regina, Sub!Reader, Strap on, Eating out, Fingering, Mommy kink, don't mind Regina calling the strap her cock

I don’t usually write smut so sorry if its bad

In the beginning, Janis and Damien started to ignore you because you were dating Regina. It made you feel very lonely and Regina hated seeing you this way. You were sitting alone in art class, usually Janis and Damien would sit with you, but when they heard the news their heart broke with betrayal.

You pretended that it didn't bother you at all but it really did, they were whispering and giving you dirty looks throughout the whole class, you brushed it off and continued to paint, you were painting a mountain sight with the focus point being a waterfall. "That looks amazing Y/n!" The teacher says walking past, you smile, feeling proud of yourself, "Thanks miss."

You look over at Janis and Damien, seeing that they look at each other and roll their eyes, you sigh deeply and put your focus back on your artwork and add some final touches to the piece. The bell rang, you packed up all your stuff and left the artwork up so it could dry, you grabbed your bag and headed to the cafeteria.

You smiled when you saw Regina and quickly sat down next to her, she could feel the sadness in your body just by the way you sat down and how your smile wasn't genuine, she pulled you closer by your waist and leaned down slightly to whisper in your ear, "What's wrong baby?"

You look up at her with sad eyes, "I just don't get it, Janis and Damien will never let this grudge go." Regina sighs, pushing hair behind your ear, "Yeah It's going to take them a while to come to their senses, Let's talk about something that makes you happy?" You smile, "Well The teacher said she liked my artwork today, I really liked what I did!"

Regina smiled at you, "Well come on then, show me what you did." Regina said getting up, you smile brightly, dragging her to art class, you don't notice but Janis and Damien Smirk as you go to the art class.

You made it to the class and opened the door, confused why it's not locked. You brush it off and walk straight in and turn the lights off, you walk to where your artwork was drying, you look at it and gasp at what you see, Regina is standing behind you and gaps. "Y/n?"

Someone had poured black paint over the whole canvas, the painting was not dry yet so there was no saving the artwork, "My painting!" You gasp, this was the art work you had for an assessment that was 50% of your final grade and It was due in two days, you start to panic and the tears come to your eyes.

"It was good! Someone ruined it." You defended, she pulled you in for a hug, giving you comfort, "Don't worry baby..We will find out who did this." You nod, she wipes your tears and takes you to the principal's office.

You tell them what happened, the principle says that she'll check the footage, you ask if you allowed an extension on the assessment but she doesn't give you one, you start to panic again, Regina pulls you close to her and comforts you, "Baby it's okay, we will go to the shops after school and get whatever you need, I'll stay up with you and I'l willing to pay all the money in the world."

You smile at her words, they make you calm down and panic a little less. You wished you could get an extension but Regina knew you could do it, she knew you were talented and you could do anything if you put your mind to it.

After school the two of you rushed outside and when in her car, she drove to the art shop and you got everything that you needed, new brushes, a canvas, a canvas stand, paints, and all the other things that would make your artwork stand out from everyone else in the class.

The total ended up being over $300, Regina didn't seem to mind paying that much but you weren't going to let it go to waste. When you go to her house you set up everything straight away and began putting your full focus on that, Regina didn't want to disturb you so she went up to your room while you painted, a few hours passed and you still haven't moved from your spot, Regina came down and started to make you some dinner.

She saw that your artwork was coming along, you still had a while to go but you were doing really well for the time limited amount of time you had, she pulled you away and made you have a break while you ate your dinner, you didn't want to waste any time so you ate your food quickly and went back to painting your picture, This time Regina stayed with you, making sure that you didn't stay up too late.

It was 12am, you were staring to yawn and the artwork was almost finished, Regina came up behind you, "Babe, It's time for bed." You shook your head, determined to finish the artwork, "No.." you yawned, "I have to finish this.." Regina pulled you away and you didn't pull back this time, you still had another day and you were nearly finished so you didn't seem to mind.

The next morning, you get up early, way before Regina gets up. You start finalising your artwork, making sure that everything is done. "How long have you been up for?" A voice says, breaking the long silence. "Since 5am." Regina sighs, she sees that your artwork is finally done and it looks amazing!

You let it dry for the whole day, feeling confident about bringing it into class and showing whoever did this to your other artwork that you can get a better mark than them even though they tried to set you up. You walked into class and as soon as you sat down the principal walked in and asked you to come to the office. The whole class turned to look at you, saying "ooooo"

You rolled your eyes and got up and walked to the office with her, when you got there, you saw Janis and Damien sitting there, looking guilty, you walked in looking confused. "We found out that these are the people who ruined your artwork."

You looked at them and all the years you spent together had all gone to waste, you didn't even let them say a thing, you ran out and headed to the oval, you ran into someone, you looked up and thankfully it's your girlfriend. "Baby? What's wrong?" She asks, pulling you in for a hug. "J-Janis and Damien were the ones who ruined my artwork."

"Oh baby." She hugged you tighter as she thought of payback, but then she looked back at you and realised that she doesn't need to get those pathetic losers back. You redid your artwork and she knows that Janis and Damien will get the punishment they deserve. (She will definitely be getting them back)

Regina took you back to her place straight after, you were really hurt with what the the people you called your friends did to you, Regina knew how sad you were and how hurt you were, she comforted you, cuddling you close on her big bed, she would whisper sweet words into your ear, playing with your hair.

You had stopped crying after a while, Regina noticed your body to feel lighter and more relaxed, she looked at your face and smiled brightly to see that you were fast asleep, she quickly got up and set up a movie night for the two of you, downstairs, she made her mom cook dinner because she doesn't know how to cook.

While her mom was cooking she sat down on the bench and looked up pranks, but not one of them was good enough revenge for what Janis and Damien did.

"Mom.." She mumbled, getting her attention, her mom looked up, "Yes honey." Her mom said, Regina took a deep sigh before asking, "If someone who you love friends did something really bad to them, would you want to get revenge?" She looks at her daughter, rolling her eyes, "No."

Regina rolls her eyes back, "We think the opposite, are you sure I wasn't switched at birth?" Her mum giggles, continuing to scroll through her phone, still not being able to find anything that seems worth wasting her time on.

She hears light feet walk down the stairs, she smiles brightly, running up to you rubbing your eyes, you're still slightly tired but you feel much better then when you did before. "Baby, change into this shirt and tracksuit pants! We can be matching and post cute Instagram pictures." You smile brightly and jump up, wrapping your legs around her waist, she can't help but smile at your cuteness.

She carries you into the living room, the both of you change into the matching outfits, she takes a few photos of you and you take a few photos of her, and a few selfies together, she smiles as she choses her favourite ones to post to Instagram, putting a cute caption, she gets so many likes as soon as she clicks post, it's still shocking to you. The two of you sat on the couch, you were sitting between her legs, back against her front, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

Minutes later, Regina's mom comes out with dinner, the two of you eat while picking a movie, deciding on a cheesy rom-com. "Regina! Your dad and I are going out, I can trust you to not burn the house down?" Regina nods, rolling her eyes.

As soon as the door closes, Regina starts kissing your neck, leaving dark spots all over, her arms go inside your shirt and grab your breasts, giving them a tight squeeze making you let out a loud moan, she smirks, giving you small kisses on the back of your neck, she hears your whimpers and whines and she knows that you want her, which only makes her want you more, she flips the two of you around, so you lying down on the couch and she's hovering over you. "Are we doing this?"

You nod smiling, taking your shirt off, allowing her to kiss your breasts, leaving more dark spots, she sticks her tongue  out and licks in between your breast, all the way back up to your lips, repositioning herself so now she's stranding your hips, she kisses you again, this time more slow and sloppy, when you pull away, strings of saliva fall down slowly after.

Regina's hands slowly go down and inside your tracksuit pants, she tickles your inner thighs, making you squirm, she looks down and see's that you're hating the teasing she's doing. "You want this?" She asks, kissing your forehead. You nod, not being able to even think of words at this point in time. She shakes her head, unsatisfied with your answer, "Words baby." You glared into her eyes, "Yes. I want it."

She pulled her hand out of your tracksuit pants, leaving you a little confused, she repositioned herself again so she was sat up right on the couch, leaning back, arm resting on the arm rest beside her, "Then earn it." She said, clicking her fingers, pointing to the floor in front of her, you were still confused, Regina laughed at how clueless  you were- she found it so cute. "Get on your knees."

You nodded and quickly rushed to get on your knees in front of her, she spread her legs and took her tracksuits pants off, carelessly throwing them somewhere. You stared up at the breath taking goddess, not wanting to do anything without her permission. She took her panties off and you were surprised by how wet she already was, the scene only made you more wet and you had to rub your thighs to allow some friction in between your legs. "Come on, don't make mommy wait." She said, gripping your hair, shoving you into her pussy.

You liked her clit, making Regina let out a loud moan, she gripped your hair tighter, shoving you further in, you shoved her tongue inside her, she let out another loud moan, gripping your hair up so you can look into your eyes, she stared down into your eyes, smirking at how submissive your eyes looked. You moved your tongue around, making Regina moan louder, she knew she was close, "Fuck baby, I'm gonna come."

You don't stop, you continue to give your girlfriend pleasure, she moans loudly and started grinding on your face, seconds later, she releases all over your face, your still on your knees and Regina is breathing heavily from the pleasure, once she catches her breath, she leans down, holding her finger under your chin to make you look up at her. "You did so good." she pats the couch next to her, telling you to lie down. You do as you told and lie down next to her.

She pulls your pants off, "Wait here." She says in a firm voice, going somewhere, she comes back with a blindfold and something behind her back, she puts the blindfold on your, you can't see anything but the little bit of light that was coming in the room. You heard clicking you were a little confused, a few seconds later you felt more weight added to the couch and a firm grip on your legs.

"I'm going to put your legs over my shoulders." She said, she wasn't asking, she pulled them over your shoulders and you felt the tip of her strap touch your entrance, you moaned slightly, you covered your mouth, she groaned and leaned forward, taking off the hand and your blindfold, staring into your eyes, you stared down and saw how big the strap was. "Regina.. It's to big."

Regina just laughs, kissing your lips, "I'll make it fit," She says, sitting back up, "And it's mommy." She corrects, she a lines the tip up with your entrance and with one forceful thrust she shoves it in, hitting your g-spot right away, you moaned loudly, she kept on thrusting inside you, kissing your lips to block out your loud moans, the room filled with kisses and wet sounds, you gasp at how good she makes you feel, "M-mommy. I'm gonna cum."

She hums in satisfaction, "Cum baby, Cum on my cock." She whispers in your ear, sucking on the area around it. You finally release, all over the strap, she pulls it out and takes it off, laying down next to you, pulling you in for a hug, she played with your hair and calmed you down from your heavy breathing.

"Baby, do you want to take a bath." Regina asks, kissing Your forehead. You nodded your head and she picked you up, taking care of you.

When you feel asleep she got out of bed and thought of the perfect plan on how to get Janis and Damien back.

[ggidolsmuts]

"Smart" Home - Le Sserafim Sakura, Chaewon

TW: Aphrodisiac use, purely to make a really stupid tech pun. Otherwise, this is relatively vanilla, but the concept is quite out there... Closest thing would be my Savage(d) and Guilty Pleasures stories? Sorry for the slight spoilers I guess lol

"Sakura-san, are you free later today? Would you like to join me for a coffee?"

"Sakura yah, you're so pretty, you should date! Are you seeing anyone at the moment? I know someone if you're interested."

"Kkura-unnie, a close friend says you're his favorite member, do you want to meet him? He's a good guy."

Despite her popularity, Sakura remains aloof, gently but firmly dissuading any potential suitors. Some wondered if she was just extremely private and already had a partner in secret, but her situation was actually a lot more complex...

"I'm back," Sakura calls out as she enters her house.

"Welcome back, Sakura, how was your day?"

"Tired."

"Would you like to relax? I have prepared the room, today's a training day."

"Oh right, yeah, sure why not." Sakura slips her top off first, leaving a trail of clothes (jeans, bra, panties) as she follows the disembodied voice of AInata. It is the product of Sakura's tinkering, the hobby she works on when she is not crocheting.

"Please strap in." Wholly naked she slips her legs and arms into place and they clasp around her ankles and wrists. Sakura closes her eyes, and she allows AInata to do its thing. It begins with a brush against her lips, not quite a kiss, but something softer—a velvet scarf glancing by. The fabric wraps around her neck, causing goosebumps to rise before it goes to her chest. Slowly it rubs against her nipples, and they grow hard and sensitive. With her legs spread Sakura can feel the beginnings of a trickle down her thighs—AInata was extremely competent at foreplay. The velvet scarf moves further down her body, wrapping warmly around her tight abs, giving her the sensation of being hugged. Her legs are split slightly further apart, and then—

"Unnnngh..." A cock parts her lips, but does not penetrate. The head of it rubs against her pussy, making her get even wetter. Back and forth it rubs, and Sakura bucks her hips, letting loose a moan and yearning for it to enter her. It is a cock she knows will give her extreme pleasure, having been designed and made to her "specifications". She tries to bring her hands down, wanting to shove it into herself, but AInata reacts, bringing her arms back up and making sure she stays spread-eagled. It uses her actions as a cue, and thankfully the dildo pushes into her firmly.

"Ohh, oh yes fuck!"

"Would you like to cum once, Sakura? Or should we proceed with training today?"

"Once first, but make sure you are recording data."

"Of course." Sakura is instantly swept up in pleasure as the cock begins thrusting in and out of her, the wrap around her seeming to pulse, matching the rhythm of the thrusts. In the privacy of her own home Sakura moans unreservedly, her hands allowed to dangle in the air, held up against some imaginary shoulders. It isn't a perfect simulation, but with Sakura's head in the clouds, it is a good enough imitation of a solid fuck with someone.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" With a loud groan the cock pushes itself deeper into her, mimicking a lover finishing with her as Sakura's pussy contracts around it ecstatically, and audible drops of liquid are heard splattering the floor as more juice trickles down her thighs and legs, before being splashed about by her twitching feet. Limply Sakura hangs in the air, held up only by the restraints.

"Fuck that was good... Report?"

"Loudest vocalization was about 75 dB. Maximum heart rate was 130 BPM, fluid flow was minimal, about 50 cc." AInata continues to read out its measurements as Sakura manages to lift her head and wriggle her fingers and toes. "Vaginal grip was in the 46th percentile, body flush was Pantone 698U, body temperature was measured at 38 Celsius via thermal imaging. Should I continue?"

"No, that's fine, let's discard that run. Let me down, I want a shower before we start training."

"Of course, I will begin sterilizing the room."

"No need, I'll be back in like 10 minutes." Sakura leaves the room and heads straight for the shower, feeling a lot more relaxed after her session. It had been weeks she started the project, and AInata has learned extremely quickly how to pleasure her in the meantime. As she soaps herself up, Sakura's body warms again at the upcoming training session—it's one thing to have AInata get her off, but the thing she looks forward to the most are the training sessions. She doesn't even bother toweling herself off as she re-enters the training room.

"Welcome back Sakura, I sense that you are wet, should I dry you off?"

"Yes please." A robotic limb holding a hairdryer immediately appears, and Sakura simply stands still, allowing the warm air to flow all over her body, drying her hair and skin. "Thank you. Shall we begin the training?"

"Of course, please strap in." Sakura gets in once more, velvet wrapped around her torso. "I will begin training when you give the go-ahead."

"Begin." The breath is pushed out of Sakura as she is instantly rotated horizontally, lying in midair. Her hands are pushed above her head and the wrap pulls on her, as if a heavy weight is on top.

"God you're so hot Sakura, so fucking sexy." AInata's voice is now gruff and deep in her ear, and there is a semi-wet rub against her neck—a tongue licking her, and the firm pressure of a kiss. A throaty moan escapes her when she feels the cock enter her. Sakura's work brings new meaning to the phrase "Deep Learning" as AInata pushes inexorably into her. Rubs on her clit help her get even wetter, and between AInata's dirty talk and the thorough fucking Sakura loses herself to the training. Loud cries bounce around the room, and Sakura cums twice before AInata ramps it up.

"I'm going to share you," it states. Sakura is manipulated on to all fours, and she is looking at the floor of the training room, her own juices splatted on the floor, slowly flowing down the drains. The cock presses into her again, and to her surprise a second one is pressed against her ass.

"Mmm?!" It sprays lube across and into her, and in short order a cock is being pushed into her other hole. It's not a foreign sensation, but having two cocks in her is certainly new training space that AInata is looking into—today's session will be very insightful. A slightly different voice floats into her ear as it slowly pushes deep into her ass.

"You like this Sakura? One in each hole? Let us find out." Sakura can only drool and moan as she is experimented on. It starts off with synchronized thrusts, both cocks pushing deep in her ass and pussy at the same time. Then they begin to alternate—one in, one out. Then they start to drill her, the cock in her ass staying still while the one in her pussy thrusts rapidly. Then it is switched, her ass pounded mercilessly as her pussy stays plugged. The way AInata conducts its training is methodical, but the way Sakura cums is anything but. She clenches erratically around the cocks, unable to keep up with the changing of the tempo. When they withdraw from both holes, Sakura's juices splatter obscenely on the floor, adding to the puddle that isn't draining fast enough. For a brief minute the only thing that is heard is Sakura's harsh breaths and the drip-drop of slick from her pussy. A soft whirr is heard, and then it stops.

"Epoch 1 complete, beginning Epoch 2."

"Oh my GOD!" The re-entry in both holes take her by surprise, this time feeling even better—AInata has updated the cocks, reshaping it based on Sakura's responses earlier. The training regime is the same, the cocks fucking her in various rhythms. This time AInata rotates her into a vertical position, and soon both cocks are thrusting into her rapidly. The wrap around her tightens, making Sakura feel as if she is being slammed between two people. Her legs jerk and twitch uselessly. 

"Cum for us," the merged voices whisper in her ear. A modular fingerpad rubs against her clit, and Sakura screams in blissful oblivion, blood pounding in her head.

"FUCK YES!" Sakura squirts violently, limbs thrashing about and head thrown back. A sheen of sweat across her skin as the orgasm runs through her, her tummy twitching and whole body trembling. If she could see herself, her body is completely flush, as if she has just sprinted a mile.

"Epoch 2 complete, beginning—"

"Pause!"

"Training paused."

"R-Report."

"Vocalization hit 85 dB, in the 100th percentile. Maximum heart rate was 140 BPM, fluid flow at 150 cc. Vaginal grip was at the 100th percentile, anal grip was also at the 100th percentile."

"Did you account for the pressure from using two dildos at once?"

"I did not, recalculating... 95th and 97th percentile respectively."

"Make sure to account for it in the future."

"Yes, Sakura. Should I continue the report?"

"No, that's fine. Save the results for future use."

"Yes."

"K-Kkura unnie?" Sakura's eyes snap open.

"Chaewon?!"

Chaewon had made her way to Sakura's place a while earlier. She wanted to pick something up from Sakura, as well as bring her some coffee since she had seemed so stressed during the day. As with the other members, she lets herself in with the passcode. Ordinarily this would not be an issue, but Sakura did not expect anyone to visit at all.

"Kkura unnie, I'm here! Kkura unnie?" Chaewon calls out into the seemingly empty place. She leaves the coffee on the table and walks about. "Kkura unnie, where are you? Chaewonie is here!" she calls out in a singsong voice.

Then she hears something. Chaewon has never heard it before, but she knows immediately what it is—Sakura moaning. Chaewon probably should have just blushed and left, but she never heard Sakura like that, and the continued moans and cries have left her a little curious and more than a little aroused. She quiets down, slinking in the direction of the sound, following the trail of clothes Sakura had left. Chaewon gets warmer and warmer as she gets warmer and warmer in the hide-and-seek game she's playing with herself. Sakura is louder than Chaewon's ever heard her unnie be—the thought of Sakura letting loose is almost unthinkable.

Nothing could prepare Chaewon for what she sees when she finally finds Sakura, for the unthinkable is merely child's play compared to what is in front of her. Sakura is spread open, nude body for all to see, sweaty blonde hair covering her face. Her pale skin is flushed pink, nipples stiff and quivering as she shakes uncontrollably. Chaewon's eyes are irresistably drawn between Sakura's legs, and they widen as she processes the thick dildo plunging in and out of her, spreading her swollen lips. Chaewon tries to look away in embarrassment, but all she sees next is the large puddle of juice beneath Sakura—just how much, or how hard, did she cum? Entranced, Chaewon watches silently, her breath getting heavier and her panties getting wetter.

"FUCK YES!" She jumps when Sakura screams, the loud rush of slick on the floor thundering in her ear. Speechless Chaewon watches her unnie go from crazed to normal, slowly recovering, and... talking to someone? Chaewon has burning questions, and a burning need between her legs, she couldn't stay silent anymore, she had to ask.

"K-Kkura unnie?"

"Chaewon?!" The blood drains from Sakura's face. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I came to pick something up, I brought you coffee too."

"O-Oh... How long have you been here?"

"A couple minutes, I think?" The two women stare at each other silently—what is there to say, what can be said? AInata breaks the silence.

"Hello Chaewon, I am AInata, Sakura's assistant, would you like a cookie?" Sakura's eyes widen and she opens her mouth, but it is too late, and Chaewon accepts the cookie without thinking.

"AInata?" Chaewon's mouth opens silently as a sudden heat fills her body—both in the real world and on the internet, she shouldn't have blindly accepted cookies, but Sakura's too late to warn her, and soon the aphrodisiac cookie is working its way down Chaewon's body. Sakura had developed it with AInata to arouse herself when she didn't "feel" like training, but in her pleasure-dulled state she was slow to recognize it. "You're... a computer?"

"Yes, Sakura made me."

"What are you doing with her?"

"She is training me—"

"AInata, enough, why did you give her the cookie?"

"I thought she would be useful in gathering more information. I need not remind you that I only have data based on you, which is biased."

"Was what I saw earlier, was that training?" Chaewon interrupts the conversation. Sakura is silent, but AInata is not.

"Yes."

"I want to see it again," Chaewon says immediately.

"C-Chaewon, ah!" Sakura yelps as AInata does as Chaewon wishes, beginning to move the dildos again. Her legs are brought up and spread, and the result is Sakura lewdly displayed for Chaewon, showing just how the training is done. The leader of Le Sserafim's mouth drops open as she realizes that Sakura has been fucked in both holes the whole time—between the aphrodisiac and the sight in front of her Chaewon's mind is melting, and the liquid is going all between her legs.

For Sakura's part, she can barely form a word as she is thoroughly fucked once more, the thought of being watched by Chaewon making her eyes roll. Through her erratic vision she sees Chaewon fidget, beginning to tug at her clothes, rubbing her neck, like she is too warm in her current outfit—the thought of Chaewon taking part in the training as well drive her quickly to climax.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK?!" Sakura feels a warm fluid filling her pussy, the cock in her seeming to throb. "Nngh!" The creampie-like stimulation makes her spray as the dildo pulls out abruptly, and she splashes Chaewon with her squirt.

Chaewon twitches as Sakura's fluids land on her, her knees going weak. Her tongue brushes over her lower lip, where a drop has landed—sweet, tangy. She watches the fluids pour out of her unnie's pink pussy, and her inhibitions crumble—she gives in to her desires, to join whatever insanity Sakura concocted.

"What, what was that?" Sakura gasps, still recovering and ignorant of Chaewon's state.

"I have been reviewing your browser history, and noticed the presence of the search term 'creampie'." AInata states. "I sought to replicate it with your fluids, assuming it to be most natural. The consistency is of course, not accurate, but based on the data just now I think the effects of a creampie on your orgasm is worthy of further study."

"I-I'll do it, I want to... help." Chaewon's whisper thunders in Sakura's ears. The Chaewon standing in front of her is already unrecognizable, face wet from Sakura's own squirt, thighs rubbing together needily as she looks at Sakura with glassy eyes.

"Are you—"

"Please." The tone with which Chaewon begs her nearly drives Sakura wild.

"Okay, let me get out—"

"There is no need, Sakura, I have prepared another set of restraints in the event you brought someone to help with training."

"I... Okay, good job AInata."

"Thank you. Please remove your clothes Miss Chaewon." Sakura watches her groupmate strip down, pulling her sweater over her head and removing her tiny shorts, revealing her own tight body.

"Call me Chaewon, what's next?"

"Please put your feet and hands in the restraints here." Chaewon follows the instructions, shaking a bit in anticipation as they clasp around her wrist and ankles. "I will now begin training, Chaewon."

A low moan fills the room as a similar velvet wrap is pressed all over Chaewon—her lips, her neck, her breasts, her thighs. She sounds ever so desperate, driven mad with desire by the cookie and everything she has seen today. Chaewon croons when a dildo is placed against her pussy, rubbing her lips.

"Report your findings as you train," Sakura asks in a shaky voice.

"Of course. Lubrication is substantial, ready for training already." In other words, Chaewon is wet, and she is ready to be fucked. The thought is punctuated with a groan as the dildo disappears into Chaewon. The training begins with soft moans, but they quickly get louder as AInata begins pushing on her womb.

"She responds well to deep tissue stimulation." The wording is inexact, AInata showing a rare case of hallucination, but Sakura understands it just fine—Chaewon likes it deep.

"Yes! Harder, faster!" Her desperate cries ring throughout, and under the effects of the aphrodisiac Chaewon is hurtling to her first orgasm. With the pressure of the weighted wrap around her, she's lost in the sensations of getting fucked, even if she's alone. She looks down her body—her own legs are spread, and she's watching the cock disappear into her body. She clenches, and she whines as the cock gets bigger inside her—in response to her tight grip, AInata makes the dildo thicker, testing, and finding that it is enhancing Chaewon's pleasure. In her blissed out mind and the shaking of her own body as she is fucked, Chaewon thinks she's bulging, and the obscene thought makes her cum.

"Fuhnnngh!" Sakura watches her leader's tight body struggle against the restraints, jerking in a powerful orgasm—it was impossibly hot, and Sakura's squirming, her own two holes still filled with cocks.

"I would like to conduct adversarial training." AInata brings up as Chaewon gasps, coming down from her climax.

"What do you mean?" Sakura asks.

"I will train on both of you together, it will allow me to receive more reliable data. I can try what works for you on her, and what works for her on you." Sakura agrees immediately—after watching Chaewon she's too horny to say no now. The cock in her ass is removed, and Sakura is put into the same position as Chaewon.

"I will continue with the training then." Sakura whines much like Chaewon as the cock inside her gets bigger. Her first thought is realizing that Chaewon likes a bigger cock.

There is no second thought, because Chaewon is fucking right, and it seems to stretch her hole and mind to the limit. The two of them are pushed to orgasm after orgasm, taking turns as AInata tries different things on them. Chaewon watches Sakura get fucked to a toe-curling climax before she feels her own position adjusted—now she's tilted forward, hips above her head as she getting plowed from behind. When Sakura recovers, Chaewon is already well on her way to her second orgasm, and it is not too long before Sakura is put into that same position and dicked down. AInata makes changes small and large—the angle, the speed, the rhythm, the overall position, everything is taken into consideration as the two of them cum their brains out.

There is a distinct difference though—unlike Sakura, who has a puddle of juice beneath her, Chaewon creams around the cock stretching her out, the thicker whitish fluid seeming to cling to the cock, and more oozes out as AInata continues its training. Every time Chaewon cums, there are heavy drops of girlcum, dripping from the dildo, and every time Sakura climaxes, there is a wet splatter on the floor. AInata continues the training, until...

"Oh..." Sakura cums once more, and this time she feels the cock filling her again, except it is thicker, more substantial, more satisfying. She watches Chaewon's cum slide down the cock opposite her, and she instinctively knows what's inside her own pussy.

"Fuck Chaewon, CHAEWON!" Sakura's scream jolts Chaewon out of her stupor, and she watches her unnie gush all over the floor—she never thought she'd hear Sakura call her name like that.

"U-Unnie..."

"D-Did you— use her fluids?" Sakura gasps, and Chaewon blushes, realizing what she meant—that her very own cum was filling her unnie!

"I used a mix, the resulting mixture is more consistent with real ejaculate, I will collect more from Chaewon." Before Chaewon can grasp what AInata meant, she feels a cock push against her ass, and cold lube begins spurting in.

"Unnie, unnie, unnie!" Chaewon's cries of pleasure fall on deaf ears as Sakura's eyes are glued to the scene in front of her—as soon as a second cock enters Chaewon from behind, she absolutely drenches the cock in her pussy with girlcum, a deluge of thick fluid running down the shaft. AInata withdraws the dildo in her pussy, and heavy plops land on the floor between her legs—the cock in her ass is still going, pumping more cream out of her. The relative respite is temporary as AInata customizes the dildo for her greater pleasure, and Chaewon seizes up as it pushes into her again.

"Mmmm!" Chaewon can't even form words as the new cock feels better than ever. Her pussy is stretched deliciously, rubbing over her just right, and the cock in her ass also seems to be getting bigger, pulsing and throbbing!

"It's! Inside—" Chaewon falls silent, and Sakura watches her mind disappear—Sakura's eyes dilate with lust as she watches Chaewon's own eyes roll in her head. She creams without pause, like a dam in her is broken as she jerks in a powerful orgasm. When the cocks are withdrawn, the cum-mixture spills from both her holes, and the truth dawns on Sakura—Chaewon was just double-creampied, filled to the brim with their combined fluids. Sakura expects the same for herself, and she tightens in anticipation, but it does not come just yet.

"Commencing DirectInput trial with two people." That's new. Sakura's ass is left gaping as the cock is removed, and Chaewon's mess of a pussy is plugged once more, both women taking only one cock now. Sakura gasps as the cock in her thrusts in, and her hips buck instinctively. Seemingly in response, the cock in Chaewon thrusts in, and she whines and jerks her body. Turns out, it is mimicking their hip movements, for when Sakura snaps her hips forward again, and Chaewon cries out loudly in response—yes, Sakura's the one fucking Chaewon! The very thought drives Sakura crazy, and she's bucking her hips with wild abandon, watching her "cock" drive into Chaewon repeatedly. Of course, as Sakura moves her hips, her own dildo is moving inside her, building her pleasure up as she gives Chaewon pleasure.

"Kkura unnie, Kkura unnie!" At this point Chaewon is well aware of what's Sakura doing, seeing and feeling her unnie's cock drive right through her own body. When Sakura groans loudly in her climax, Chaewon cums with her, fists clenched tightly and toes curled in ecstasy—she can't help it when it's Sakura's cock filling her womb with cum.

And then it's Chaewon's turn. She starts off slowly, testing with a few slow strokes. Soon though, Sakura's begging to be fucked.

Begging her.

"F-Faster, go faster Chaewon-ah! Harder!" She's still sensitive, but for Sakura, Chaewon can go fast, and she moves her hips as quickly as she can, her lower lip quivering as the pleasure rises in her own body. Sakura's abs twitch equally in pleasure, overstimulated but wanting Chaewon to fuck her to an orgasm. Chaewon puts her all into it, and Sakura feels each and every thrust rock her body, the wrap tightening around her, as if Chaewon's slamming her directly. She had never wondered how Chaewon fucks, now she won't be able to not think about it ever again. With a few more thrusts Chaewon delivers in more ways than one, pushing Sakura off the edge as she pumps her full of cum, the two of them cumming together once more.

"Testing simultaneous DirectInput now." Both cocks now move in response to the other's movements, and the two women are bucking haphazardly, each action triggering a reaction from the other—Sakura would buck her hips, which would make Chaewon jerk in response, making the cock in Sakura move and thrust. Sakura's fucking Chaewon, Chaewon's fucking Sakura, and they're cumming at the same time, giving the other a creampie. They both scream when a cock is pushed into their ass again, and it becomes a completely unhinged feedback loop—Chaewon finds herself fucking Sakura's ass, all while Sakura fucks her pussy, and then the input switches, and Chaewon feels Sakura deep up her ass while she pounds into Sakura's squirting slit. They feed off each other's peaks, filling each other with their mixed fluids in every hole, even as Sakura produces more slick and Chaewon produces more cream.

It all finally stops when AInata says so, withdrawing all dildos from their holes and making them squirm at the sudden emptiness.

"Disk capacity reached. Sakura, I will require more space, or to upgrade our cloud storage plan."

"Mmm... Okay, let's stop the session."

"Would you like a report? Vocalization—"

"Later, l-let us down please." They are lowered to the floor and the restraints are removed. They collapse in their own juices, legs weak and limbs a little numb from being restrained for so long. "Chaewon, are you okay?"

Chaewon is not okay. She has watched Sakura get fucked by AInata, then she watched Sakura get filled by her own cum, and then Sakura fucked her, filled her, and then she fucked Sakura back, filling her unnie similarly. Her world is warped, she could never see Sakura the same way again. Yet, she had one thing left to do.

She needed to touch Sakura.

"Kkura unnie..." Chaewon crawls over her shocked unnie. "I need you." She shows her desire with a kiss, and Sakura's too horny to push her away—after watching each other cum and squirt the whole time, she wants Chaewon too. Sakura leads Chaewon to her bedroom, and legs and arms and tongues finally tangle together in the sheets. Maybe it's the cookies still having an effect on her, but Chaewon gets on top of Sakura, driving a thigh against her unnie's wet pussy while she ruts down on Sakura's hip. The friction is delicious and electric for the two of them, leaving them whimpering in pleasure. Le Sserafim is known for their abs, and the two of them put their strong cores to good use, grinding their hips and making sure their thighs are left smeared with the other's juices.

Chaewon succumbs first, whimpering into Sakura's neck as her unnie bucks powerfully, bouncing Chaewon on her lap. She slips a finger into Chaewon's ass and with a yelp Sakura feels Chaewon cream, each squeeze of her ass seeming to produce more from the quivering leader.

"I want you to cum too unnie..." Chaewon whines, using the last of her strength to suck on Sakura's tits, pushing her thigh against Sakura's slit, and rubbing her clit with a yearning finger. The triple assault sets Sakura off, and with a strangled cry she shakes, rattles, and falls apart, soaking the sheets with the last of her cum. When she comes back down, Sakura finds Chaewon sucking on her lower lip, and she acquiesces, kissing and caressing her leader.

Weeks later, Chaewon goes up to Sakura in the dressing room, distracting her from her crocheting.

"Kkura unnie!"

"What what? What's the problem?"

"Nothing, nothing! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the gym together?"

"Gym? Our PT session is tomorrow."

"I know, I meant, do you want to do more... training tonight? With your friend?"

"What? Sakura has a friend?" Yunjin quips without thinking.

"Yah I have friends too you know!"

"Sure sure, whatever."

"Psh. Sure Chaewon, we can train tonight."

"M-Make sure they have enough space," Chaewon whispers, the two of them turning as red as Yunjin's hair. Thankfully, Yunjin is talking loudly, complaining about how her phone doesn't recognize her voice commands, and their manager agreeing that AI is stupid.

Oh how wrong they are.

A/N: I was actually writing a different story, and this one was supposed to be just a Sakura solo thing to use their song title "Smart" and poke fun at smart houses, but then the thought of Chaewon walking in on her and getting roped into it together was too hot and I had to get it out. I mixed the Guilty Pleasure concept (one person feels the other person via something) with the whole tech and smart house thing. The velvet wrap thing is kinda like a weighted blanket, and supposed to mimic the weight of an actual person pressing on you during sex, but I didn't really use it too well, in my head it just helps with positions too, don't think too hard about that part lol. Anyways hope it makes enough sense, thanks for reading!

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The Resolution

Kenji Sato x Journalist! Reader

Enemies To Lovers | Forced Proximity | Pining

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We could be, we could be anything tonight, just tell me anything you like. Can’t you see, we could be something if we tried, just tell me how to make you mine.

Make You Stay- Girl and the Dreamcatcher

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Despite you leaving for Norway today, your boss asked you to cover the championship game, with the benefit of letting you leave during the 7th inning stretch.

Instead of taking notes, you just sat and watched the game. Ken was there cheering for his team, despite the broken arm. You tried to avoid looking at Ken, but it was difficult when the jumbotron would feature him every ten minutes. To your knowledge, he hasn’t said anything about the one-night stand in college. Which was surprising, because you were ready to come clean about it all. 

“Hey Y/N”?

You turn to Ami. 

“Is everything all right”? She asks.

“Yeah, I’m totally fine”! You assured her.

“Really? Cause you haven’t touched your recorder”. She points to the device that is resting on the table.

“Oh, that old thing? I don’t need it”. You laughed. Ami looked at you unamused. 

“Is this about Ken”? She asks. Your side eyed her slowly. “What makes you think this is about Ken”? 

“Y/N”. Ami raised her eyebrow. “Every time Ken appears on the jumbotron, you look away. Also, you’ve been staring at Ken’s social media page”. She points to your phone on your lap. Your phone was on low brightness but Kenji’s X page was still visible to Ami’s eyes. You turn your phone off and put it on the table facing down. 

“You are psychotic”. 

“It’s just an observation”. Ami shrugs.

You continue to watch the game, mentally counting down the minutes you have until you finally get to leave. 

“Have you talked to him since the interview”? Ami asks.

“No. And I don’t have a reason to”. 

“Maybe you should at least see him before you leave”. She suggested 

“Like I said, I don’t have a reason to talk to him. He was merely an assignment”. You lied.

As soon as the announcer announces the 7th inning stretch, you begin to pack your bags. 

“And that’s my cue to leave”. You smiled as you put your bag straps on your shoulder

“Before you go, a little piece of advice”. Ami says halting you to a stop.

“You’re the youngest reporter in the business. You’ve done so much for yourself. So don’t be afraid to be spontaneous sometimes”. 

You slowly nodded. “Okay then, well, it was nice working with you too Ami”. You exited the media room and then started to speed walk to the parking lot

~

Kenji’s eyes dart up at the media room and then back to the game. Every time his eyes looked into the room, his heart sank. He looks at the empty chair with sadness. You were already gone. 

“SATO! EYE ON THE GAME”! Coach Shimura yells.

Sato sat up straight and watched the game, trying to not think about you. 

“Dude, you okay? You’ve been out of focus since you got back”. His teammate, Ryouta, says. 

“I’m fine”. Ken says, trying to watch the game. 

“Really? Because your eyes keep wandering at the media box”. Ryouta presses on

“Um, Ryouta? Enough about me, more on the game”. 

“If this is about the reporter chick, you should go after her”. 

Ken groaned. “Ryouta, drop it. Y/N’s already gone. She’s probably on that plane right now”. 

~

“UGH WHAT THE HELL”! You honked at the car in front of you. “DRIVE FASTER”! You yelled. You looked out the window and saw a line of cars ahead of yours. Of all the days the kaiju had to destroy the highway, it just had to be the day you were leaving. You slightly slide into your seat. 

“Don’t be afraid to be spontaneous”. Ami echoed in your mind.

“Ugh, what is up with her and her psychic advice”? You scoff as you tap your pointer finger on the steering wheel. 

The world was so persistent on guilt-tripping you today. While you were loading your luggage’s into your car, all of the billboards surrounding your apartment had Ken’s face plastered front and center with a chicken leg in his hand. During your drive to the stadium, there were posters of Ken and his signature colognes on the telephone poles. And now, as you were waiting forever in your car, a blimp flew over the highway every few minutes with a beer ad starring Ken. 

“Tastes like a home run”. He would say repeatedly.

You groaned. This was a sign. A sign that you have to make things right with Kenji. You stepped on the gas pedal, driving out of the line of cars and off to the nearest exit.

~

“You know, I don’t think it’s too late to go find her and tell her how you feel. It’ll make you chivalrous”. Said Ryouta. 

Kenji pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ryouta. Game. Focus”. 

“I know, I know, but I just think, you shouldn’t go in with life without any regrets. Life is too short, and I think she would like it if she reached out”. 

Kenji turns to Ryouta. ready to yell at him. But for some reason, he was right. The least Kenji could do is head to the airport and apologize to you in person. But he was stuck here, afraid that one wrong move could piss off his coach. 

The crowd cheers as another player from the Giants steps up to the plate, ready to hit the ball. Kenji looks at his watch and then at the sight of the game. 

“Go, I’ll cover you”. Ryouta whispers in Ken’s ear. 

“Thank you, Ryouta”. Ken pats his shoulder and runs out of the box unnoticed. 

~

You quickly got out of your car and ran off, not caring if it was locked or not. You ran towards the stadium in hopes that you could catch Ken. You hear the crowds roar as you almost reach the entrance. A small round object launched into the sky, falling out of the dome. You didn’t pay attention to it and focused on the entrance. 

“Y/N”! Someone yelled. 

But before you could turn your head, everything went pitch black. 

~

“Y/N”? 

You open your eyes and a bright light blinds you. Someone helped you sit up and put an ice pack on your head. 

“Y/N, are you okay”? You turn to see three Ken Satos looking down at you. 

“Ken? I thought you were an only child”. 

He chuckles, “It’s probably the concussion talking”.

Eventually, your eyes started to adjust to reality, but the pounding headache was still lingering.

“What happened”? 

“You got hit by a baseball. Again. I found you unconscious by the stadium entrance”.

“Oh, so that’s what it was”. 

“On the bright side, it wasn’t me who knocked you out this time”. He laughs.

You try to laugh, but the pain in your head begins to throb. Ken adjusts the ice pack on your head. 

“So, did you guys”…

Ken shows the championship ring on his ring finger. You smile. “Congrats”. 

“Thanks”. 

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your team”? 

“I wanted to see if you were okay and to apologize for everything, for what happened during college, what I said last month, and for blackmailing you. I was completely selfish. You have every right to be mad at me”. 

“I’m not really mad at you. For one thing, I should be apologizing to you too. For what happened in college. I was so focused on my career that I wasn’t being self-aware, and ended up hurting your feelings. I wasn’t using you for any story. But it didn’t look that way when I left that morning. I’m sorry ”. 

Kenji smiles. “I guess everything was built by a few misunderstandings”.

“Yeah, it was. I’m glad we got to sort it out”. 

You look up at the clock on the wall.

8:51 PM

“Great, I missed my flight. And considering I just ended my lease on my apartment, looks like I have to go hotel hunting”. 

“Or, you can stay with me for the night”. Ken suggested.

“Are you sure, I don’t want to intrude”-

“I want you to. As a way to make up for everything. Also, Emi really misses you”. 

~

You walk into Kenji’s house and the feeling of peace returns to you. The first thing you do when entering the home is head to the basement to see Emi. As soon as you step out of the elevator, Emi immediately runs up to you, chirping gleefully and jumping up and down with joy. 

“I told you, she’s Y/N deprived”. 

You laugh. “Well, I missed you too Emi”. 

For the rest of the night you both played with Emi until she got tired. After putting her in the tube, you both settled down on the couch. You were trying to find flights for tomorrow, while Ken was trying to find his energy drink in the cooler. 

“Thanks for letting me stay. Despite everything”. You said as you turned off your phone. 

Kenji grabs his drink and cracks it open “It’s no problem. Like I said, I wanted to make it up to you”. He gives you a soft smile before drinking from the can. 

“So, did you find another flight”? He asks. 

“Yep, leaves tomorrow afternoon”.

“That’s great”.

You raise an eyebrow. “You aren’t going to try to stop me”?

“Nah, I don’t want to get in the way again”. He says. 

You were both sitting in silence, watching Emi intently while Mina sang her a lullaby. 

“Although”… He adds

You turn to Kenji. He takes your hands and holds them gently. 

“I don’t want to go the rest of my life without telling you how much you mean to me. You’re more than just Emi’s babysitter. You’re everything that I want. For the last two months, I never felt so alone whenever I’m with you. You make me want to become the best version of myself and become a better person. I know I can’t make you stay, but I want you to know that I love you”. 

~

That night, you were lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You were thinking about Kenji’s confession. About how you were about to respond, but he ran out to do “Ultraman business”, knowing all too well that he can’t fight with a broken arm. But you knew deep down, he was scared. Scared that he was going to repeat the same mistakes, scared that you were going to laugh at him.

You hear a buzz coming from your phone and you turn it on. 

UNITED AIRLINES

FLIGHT FROM TOKYO TO OSLO 

Boarding Time: 1:05

Flight Time: 1:45 PM 

CHECK-IN NOW 

Your stomach turns as you look at it. Instead of being excited, you lay there with an ultimatum. Kenji or your job. Your job made you happy. You achieved more promotions and accomplishments than any other reporter. You were traveling the world, and you were getting so much praise from everyone. While you were happy, deep down you weren’t satisfied. On the other hand, being with Kenji brought you peace. Sure you two didn’t get along at first, but as time passed by, you were comfortable around him. You haven’t felt any comfort since you started your current job. You’re scared to think about what life would be like if you left Japan already. How upsetting it would be if you left Kenji behind without telling him…

You love him too.

Your cheeks heat up, and you feel your heart beating faster. 

You love Kenji. 

The billboards, Ami’s advice, and the baseball incident led you back to Kenji. And this time, the world was giving you a second chance. 

So with your impulses ready to take the risk, you begin to text your boss.

~

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of something burning. You got up and ran out of your room. When you get to the kitchen, you see Kenji putting down a plate of food on the table. 

“Hey, you’re awake”! He smiles. “Breakfast is almost ready”! 

You look down at the plate of food. The toast was almost burnt to a crisp. The bacon looks too oily and ready to turn into ash. As for the eggs, it looks completely overcooked and a little black. 

“I know it looks unappetizing, but if you put a lot of ketchup on the eggs, it’ll mask the ashy taste”. Kenji says earnestly. 

“You made this for me”? You look back at Kenji. 

“Well yeah. You made dinner for me multiple times, so I thought I would do something for you too. Also, you have a flight today so I just wanted to make sure you eat well and”-

Before Kenji could finish his thought, you walked up to him and locked your lips onto his. Kenji stands there in shock, but eventually returns the kiss, holding you close with his arm. He held you tightly not wanting to let you go. You pull away to catch your breath, Kenji puts his forehead onto yours, his breath shaky. 

“I canceled my flight”. You say, finally speaking up. 

His eyes widened. “What? What about Norway”?

“I told my boss that I want to continue working in Japan. He was more than understanding. So he extended my residency here. Meaning, I’m staying”.

“But why Y/N? What about your dreams”?

“Norway can wait. I am still young after all. Plus I don’t want to go on with the rest of my life without telling you… I love you too, Kenji”. 

Kenji smiles and kisses you again. 

“I love you Y/N. I promise to never take you for granted, and to make every minute of every day worth”-

Suddenly, you both hear a high pitch alarm go off and see a visible trail of black clouds coming from the oven. Kenji’s happy face turned into horror as he ran towards the oven.

“NO NO NO NOT THE HASH BROWNS”. 

You tried to stifle your laughter as he tried to grab the tray from the oven with one hand. You grabbed an oven mitt and helped him take it out, the smell of burnt potatoes hitting your nose. Kenji throws the burnt potato patties in the trash can. He sighs as he grabs his phone from his pocket

“How about we take out”. 

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BONUS SCENE (cause I love my patient pookies) 

“So what’s gonna happen now that you’re staying in Japan”? Kenji asks as he takes a bite of his ham and cheese omelette. 

“Well, I get to obsess over one of the greatest living players in history”. You responded as you finished your bacon strip. 

Kenji sits up tall with a toothy grin. 

“I mean, Ohtani is so amazing. I mean, his batting average is perfect”. You dreamily sigh. Ken pouts at you, making you laugh. 

“Aww you jealous”? 

“Pft, no”. He crosses his arms and huffs.

You put your to go box down on the coffee table and scoot closer to Kenji. 

“Awww it’s okay”. You cooed while slightly pinching Kenji’s cheeks. “You’re still the second greatest player of all time”.

Suddenly, Kenji throws his to go box on the table and tackles you down on the couch. You screamed as Kenji begins to tickle you.

“Hey, you’re arm”! You breathed out while you point at his sling.

“Eh, it’s almost healed anyway”. He shrugs, continuing his assault.

“Stop”! You laugh.

“Say it”! 

“Okay, okay”! You breathed out. “You, Kenji Sato, is the greatest living baseball player”.

“Better than Ohtani”? 

“Better than Ohtani”.

“Yes”! He hugs you tightly as you both fell back on the couch. 

“I’m glad you’re staying with me”. Kenji whispers and kisses your forehead. You cuddle closer to him, hearing his steady breathing and relaxed heart beat. 

“I’m glad I get to stay with you”.

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A/N: My first mini-series is complete!! Thanks for being patient with the posting schedule. It’s so hard trying to figure out what day to post and what time. I also want to thank you for reading!! It was such a lengthy process and I’m glad it’s finally out and in the open! The comments are so sweet and I always look forward to reading them. I have a few projects cooking, but it’s probably gonna get posted later on. And with school coming up, some stuff might take longer than others. Thank you guys for your support! I love the Ultraman community so much!!

Likes, Comments and Reblogs are always appreciated!!!

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Perfect Fit Chapter 12

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x reader

Summary: Wanda and Natasha have a date night/morning

Word Count: ~4.7k

Warning: Curse words, SMUT, fingering, eating out, spanking, pussy spanking, a tiny bit of dom/sub, strap-ons, riding, face fucking

A/N: Wow that got out of hand lol

Series Masterlist

Wanda’s POV

I start to feel my body wake up for the morning. I blindly reach out for my phone on my nightstand. I click the on button and barely open my eyes to see that I am up before my alarm. I have a couple more minutes before I have to be up. I try and move my body so I can rest for the last couple of minutes but I am stopped by feeling something heavy on my chest. I open my eyes all the way to see that Y/N is resting on my chest. I stop and watch her sleep. She is so beautiful while she sleeps. I wish that we can stay in this position forever. 

I kiss Y/N’s forehead to show my affection even though she is not up to seeing it. I want her to even feel my feelings towards her in her sleep. I am starting to get obsessed with this woman in my arms. I kiss her shoulder exposed shoulder from her oversized shirt. She told us that if she wears a normal shirt to bed that it feels like she is choking in her sleep and she will toss and turn all night. I like her wearing these oversized shirts. It just does something to me like when I see Nat in her famous leather jacket. 

I kiss her other shoulder and Y/N starts to stir in her sleep. I start to kiss all over her face, neck, and shoulder to start to wake her up. Y/N starts to giggle when realizing what I am doing.

“Now this is a way to be woken up in the mornings” Y/N puts her head in my neck and lets out a deep sigh then takes a deep breath to smell my scent. It tickled my neck and I started to laugh a little.

“We can keep doing this every morning if we need to” I say kissing her head through her hair.

“I will like that. I just wish that Natty was here with us” Y/N says and I look over at the empty spot in the bed. I love it when Y/N calls us Natty and Wands when she gets needy. She is so adorable. 

“I wish she was too, but you know how she gets when she doesn’t go for a run” Y/N laughs at this because the last time Nat didn’t get her run in for the day she was so cranky for no reason. 

She threw her shoe at Peter once because he left one of his science projects out in the living room one day and she tripped on it. She knew it was a mistake but she needed to let out some pinned-up energy. Little does anyone know, it is because we haven’t had sex in a minute. So her run is even longer now because of that. 

“Yeah that’s true but that means we get more time together to cuddle” Y/N holds me tighter. 

“That is true dulceata” We then fall into comfortable silence just enjoying our time until we need to get up and start our day. I start to think about all the stuff that I need to do today, then I realize today is Nat and I’s date night. It is my turn to plan the date and I was thinking of a cute at-home date idea that we planned a month or so ago.

“Hey, Dulceata… so tonight, Nat and I have our date night planned. It’s going to be something small, just here at home. I was thinking… would it be okay if, just for tonight, you sleep in your room?”  I ask then I hear a sigh of defeat and a soft okay.

“Hey look at me” I pull her face out of my neck and make her look into my eyes.

“Are you sure that you are okay with this because if you aren’t then I can move the date to the common living room so we can all sleep together tonight. 

“No, no, please don’t change anything because of me. You both deserve this. I want you to enjoy your night together. I just… “ she pauses for a moment. 

“It is okay. Take your time” I say encouragingly.

“I guess I’ve gotten used to being with you two. It makes the nightmares… easier to deal with,” Y/N says the last part barely ahead a whisper but that’s all I need to hear her. She grips my shirt tighter while avoiding eye contact. 

“Oh, Dulceata, it’s okay to be afraid of nightmares. I understand more than you know… when Pietro and I left Hydra, I had them for so long, every night. And even now, they come back sometimes. Nat too. She still dreams of the Red Room.” Her hand tightens around my shirt. I look into Y/N’s eyes so she knows I mean it. I hate that she gets nightmares like Nat and I. 

“We get it. Listen, if tonight feels too hard, it’s okay. You don’t have to sleep alone if you’re not ready. We’d never ask you to. You’re part of us now, and we want you to feel safe. If something happens… you know you can always come to us, right?” I ask softly without any resentment. I don’t want her to think we are forcing her out tonight. I love sleeping in the bed with both of my ladies. Just tonight I know that Nat and I are going to be intimate tonight. We haven’t been intimate since we have been dating Y/N. Which I am not complaining about, but it is time.

“Thank you, Wanda. I know it’s silly, but I guess I’ve never had anyone make me feel as safe as you two do. I’ll try to sleep on my own tonight, but if I… if I can’t, I’ll come find you, okay?” She offers a small smile, though I can still see the worry in her eyes. I hate seeing her worry this much about it. 

“Of course, you can come and find me. We will let you in the bed open arms and ready for cuddling” I pull her into a long, passionate kiss. We start to get lost in the kiss and I push Y/N’s shirt up a bit so I can feel her warm, smooth skin. Y/N tangles her fingers into my hair and tugs on it a bit to earn a soft moan from me. Right when we are about to continue, my morning alarm disrupts us.  

We break apart from the kiss just barely catching our breath. I reach over and grab my phone to turn off the alarm. I turn back over in bed to see that Y/N is already looking at me. Her eyes are dilated with the same intensity that is going through my veins 

“We will definitely continue this another time,” I pause and look her up and down. I bite my bottom lip trying my best to hold back what I actually want to do to this woman in front of me. 

“I going to go take a cold shower,” I smirk at her, “so I won’t do something that I will not regret later” I wink at her and rush out of the bed and head to the bathroom and lock the door. 

I turned on the shower to freezing cold to get rid of my dirty thoughts, but that didn’t work. I ended up touching myself while thinking of what Y/N would do to me. 

Once I come out of the bathroom, the bed is neatly made and Y/N has gone to her room to get ready for the day. I get changed and head out to start my day. I go into the kitchen and start making breakfast for Nat, Y/N, and me. 

“OOO! Do I smell the best cook in the world cooking?” a voice says that I know is Clint’s

“Yes, I am. I am cooking my normal breakfast,” I pause and look up to see who’s in the kitchen now. Clint came in with Yelena and Kate. I see Clint with his stupid puppy dog eyes that always work on me somehow. Maybe because he is Nat’s best friend. 

“Can you please cook me some breakfast? I am starving. We decided to get up early and work out with your girlfriend and she kicked our asses today” Clint says limping over to the kitchen island seat. 

“Yeah, she was so intense today for some reason. She even did Steve’s 13-mile run! She kept up with him the whole time!” Kate says face down on the floor. She didn’t even bother finding a spot on the coach.

“Don’t get me started on the workout today! She was sparing with us like we killed you or something!” Yelena says while coming over to stand next to me. I smile at them all. I didn’t think not having sex for so long was going to make Nat beat up her friends. It is a bit funny. Little does the team know that Nat is going to be way calmer tomorrow morning. I can’t wait for our date tonight. 

“Yes, I will cook breakfast for all of you today since my girlfriend made your morning hard” I laugh while cracking more eggs. 

“Wanda cooking breakfast for us!” Bucky comes out of nowhere.

“We are getting breakfast! Yes, I don’t have to cook today” Sam cheers. 

“Lady Wanda is making breakfast! YESSS!” Thor says somewhere. I don’t even see him. 

“I will cook breakfast for everyone BUT someone has to do my mission reports for today! I have a mountain of paperwork to do” I say with a raised eyebrow to see if we have any takers.

“I will do it!” Peter raises his hand excitedly.

“Perfect, it is on my desk in Nat and I’s office,” I say and start to get all the ingredients out to cook for the whole team.

“Yay! This is so worth it for Wanda’s cooking. Kate come on, let’s do this together so we can get it down faster” Peter says and drags Kate with him while she is still lying on the floor.

“How did get rope into this? I just wanted food because Natasha kicked my ass all this morning” Kate says while being dragged away by Peter. 

At least I love cooking big meals for the team. I just love providing for my family. While everyone else wanders off somewhere else in the room doing work, Yelena stays pretty close to me. The team knows that if I have too much help in the kitchen then I will bite their heads off. Yelena normally wanders off at this point and Y/N comes to help. It must mean that she wants to talk to me about something. I look around and don’t see Y/N anywhere; interesting….

“Hey Lena, do you want to help me prep breakfast?” I offer and she looks a bit off for a second. Like she is deciding if she wants to talk to me about whatever is on her mind. 

“Yeah, but I only know how to make mac and cheese so I don’t know how much help I can be” Lena shrugs.

“Don’t worry! I will help you along the way. I mostly need a hand with all the prep like taking things out of packages, cutting things up, and grabbing bowls/supplies for me. The easy stuff” I smile widely at the young blonde.

“The only people that I let cook in the kitchen with me at the same time are Sam and Y/N” I smile while thinking back on the nights when it is just Nat, Y/N, and I are in the kitchen late. Where we are all alone so we can be cuddly with each other. Y/N and I cooking while Nat watches us. We feed each other food. 

It truly is a magical time between the three of us. I snap back into reality and focus on making the team’s breakfast. 

Yelena is staring at me just like Nat does when she wants to tell me something, but doesn’t know how to put it into words. I didn’t want to push her to say anything, so I gave her time to think about how she wanted to put her thoughts into words. We start cooking and after about a few minutes, Yelena speaks up.

“How are you and Natasha are doing? Are you guys planning on having the wedding soon?” Yelena says cautiously while I unconsciously play with the engagement ring around my finger. I haven’t taken it off just yet because the team still thinks Nat and I are going to get married.

I mean we are eventually but right now we are enjoying our new amazing ship with Y/N over the month. It’s crazy that we have this connection with her only knowing her for only two months. About to be three soon. 

“Nat and I are doing great actually. We haven’t put a date in place just yet. You know… with being superheroes and all that” I skate around the real truth of us not deciding to go through with it. 

“Cool cool…” That is all that Yelena says. There is a tense silence in the air. 

“Why are you already planning Nat’s bachelorette party” I jokingly say bumping her hip with mine hip. She laughs alongside me.

“Don’t worry Lena. It will happen one day. Right now we are just enjoying being together. We don’t even need to get officially married. We will probably just tell Tony to throw one of his huge parties and call it a ‘wedding’” I turn to look at her and smile at her.

“That’s good to hear, It really is. She just seems so tense lately” she says after a big sigh of relief comes over her. I start to laugh at her statement and cover my mouth right away. Knowing the real reason why Nat is so tense. 

“Sorry, that is my bad. We haven’t done it in a while and she is riled up, but don’t worry. That will be fixed after tonight if you know what I mean” I wink at her and start to do a little dance. 

“Ewww,” Yelena backs away from me, “I don’t want to hear about my sister’s sex life,” Yelena says and I start laughing. 

Right on cue, Nat comes into the kitchen looking a little disheveled. To anyone, she looks perfect, but I have known her for too long to know better. 

Right behind her, Y/N comes in looking disheveled and fixing her shirt and hair. I look right back at Nat to see her already smirking at me. 

“It seems like you have had a fun day” I look over at Y/N then quickly back at Nat. I wiggle my eyebrows.

“I certainly did” Nat comes closer to me and pulls me into a kiss. I pull back and look at her in her eye.

“Did you and Y/N…” I say through our mind link but get interpreted.

“No no no no… I would never do that without you there for our first time” Nat says back at me. She comes close again to kiss my nose then goes over and starts to ‘play’ fighting with Yelena.

“Now come here,” I say low to Y/N while pointing one finger to get her to come over to me. She does and I help her fix her shirt and hair. While fixing her shirt, I can see the hickey marks that Nat just put on her.

“I see that you had a very busy morning with Nat and me” I wink at her and tell her to come help me finish the rest of the breakfast. 

After some time, we managed to cook enough food for the team and more thanks to Y/N’s help. We all sit down and enjoy a peaceful meal with the whole team without anything happening to us. We laughed, joked, shared memories, created new memories, and had fun this morning. 

The whole team cleaned up all the plates and the kitchen but Y/N and I since we cooked it all. Y/N and I are on the couch under a blanket holding hands while watching a TV show. 

The rest of the day went on like normal. I had lunch with Nat and Y/N as always. I got my training/sparring in for the day. All my paperwork is done thanks to Peter and Kate. 

Nat and I sadly have to say bye to Y/N while she goes on a week-long mission with Bucky and Sam. At least they won’t miss each other in time. If one of them is gone for too long on a mission, they complain that they are missing their third man for video games.

As the day wears on, I go into my room and start to get ready for tonight. I get the room clean. I take an everything shower. I put on some lingerie under my night clothes and pre-order the food from our favorite restaurant. 

I am lying in bed trying to pick out a movie for tonight and Nat comes into the room after a long day. I look up to see that she is very tense, but she looks around the room to see a clean room with all the soft lights on and a few candles burning around the room. She finally fully relaxes. No one sees this side of Nat but me and now starting to be Y/N. She is a new person when he relaxes. 

“Gosh how did I get so lucky to be able to call you my girlfriend,” she comes over to the bed and kisses the top of my head. She knows better not to come into the bed dirty. I laugh and look up at her.

“I am the lucky one to have you in my life” I grab her shirt and pull her down to me so I can kiss her again. The innocent kiss turned heated in mere seconds. Nat starts to come onto the bed but I stop her and pull her away.

“Shower before you get anywhere near this bed” I stick my tongue out on her. She puts her hands up in playful defect. 

“Okay, I can’t argue there. I am going to get in the shower. It might take longer because I need to wash my hair. I hope that’s okay if we wait a little longer to eat” Nat says while heading into the bathroom. I let out an okay. 

Little did she know, that I know her so well that I knew that she was going to wash her hair tonight and be later. I planned ahead.

After a bit of time, Nat gets out of the shower and heads back into our room to see me just coming in with the food that I perfectly timed. 

‘You know me so well” she says in a low husky voice. She walks over to me and makes me put down the bags then she picks me up.

“Oh my gosh, Nat no. I timed this perfectly so that the food would be ready after your shower” I say after Nat softly puts me on the bed while kissing my neck.

“Oh dorogoy, you should know better that I would want to fuck you the moment I got out of that bathroom,” Nat says hovering her lips over my neck and then attacking it once she is done talking.

“Fuck, I should have known that” I moan into her ear while grinding up on her trying to find any fiction that I can. 

“Well if that is true, then why did you come out of the bathroom with clothes on? Take them off” I whisper in her ear. I feel her shiver against my body. 

She gets up and takes off her clothes while I watch her like prey. I use my magic to brashly cross over her clit to start getting her riled up more. 

She lets out a moan and hurries to take the rest of her clothes off. I rub my hands all over her stomach to feel her muscular body that I love. She pushes my hands away gently and pushes me on the bed a bit more. She walks to the bed and then suddenly yacks off my pants leaving me with nothing but my lace underwear.

She looks down at my underwear and then back up to my eyes with a smirk. She knows that I have planned this night to a T and it is turning her on even more. She practically growls at me and rips off my shirt to see me in my new red lingerie.

I look into her eyes to see that they are fully dark. I know that I am in it for tonight and she is going to do whatever on me, and I am going to love every second of it. 

She comes to me and starts to kiss me passionately while scooting me more and more on the bed until we are both completely on the bed. She runs both her hands down my body making sure that she touches every inch of me. While kissing down my body too.

She reaches to my breast and tears my lingerie open with her strong hands to get access to them. While I am upset that she just ripped my new set, our rule is that if you rip it then you have to buy the other person a replacement set and a new set. I have gained so many new sets over the years of dating. Also, it was so hot of her to do that. 

She puts my right nipple into her mouth and starts sucking it. I moan out a soft moan. She continues to suck on my breast leaving hickeys knowing her. She doesn’t want to admit to it but she loves marking me up and the chance of someone seeing it turns her on. 

She lets go of my right breast with a loud popping noise and gives the same attention to my left breast. At this point I can’t sit still so I start to move around. 

I guess Nat doesn’t like that and holds me down by my waist and I let out a little grunt. She looks me in my eyes and gives me a warning to stay still. I'll listen for now.

She goes back to attack my breast. Now she starts to bring one of her hands low down. She gets to my underwear and rips that off too. I let out a yelp in surprise. She smiles up at me and comes up to kiss my lips. 

She managed to somehow get my legs spread wide for her without even noticing. She slowly traces one finger down and discovers how wet I am already.

She stops kissing me and lets out a dry chuckle then goes back to kissing me. She slowly puts one finger into my pussy and I let out a loud moan. She smiles into the kiss and finds my g spot right away. Pumping her fingers in and out of me at an extremely slow pace. I then spoke the first words since we took our clothes off.

“Please..” is all I whine out in a pathetic moan and move my hips to make her move her hands faster. 

After I said please, it was like I flipped a switch and she added another finger in and started going at a brutal pace. Enough for it to put me in a euphoria of pleasure and pain. She fucked me stupid and I am proud of it. She can fuck me like this every night. 

Once she got tired of that position, she put me over her lap and started to lightly spank my ass. I let out a moan. She starts to spank me hard and hard with every spank moaning at each one of them. She stopped once she knew I had enough, but to be honest I would have let her go further. We have a safe word for a reason.

Then she begins to spank my pussy a few times before going in with two fingers and fucking me from behind. Somehow after all these years together, she still finds new spots to make me go crazy all over again. At this point, I am a moaning mess. 

The room is getting hot. We are both sweating. All you hear is my moans, Nat's grunts and moans, and our skins spank together. It means straight sex in here and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

After about a few minutes, she gave me my first orgasm of many tonight. Our next position was her eating me out. She had her hand pressing down my legs because she was making me feel so good. My hands were in her red hair while I fucked her face. 

I lost count after my fifth orgasm, but we weren’t over yet. She jumps out of bed and walks over to get my favorite strap for her to use on me.

Once she gets the hardness on, she dives right into bed and puts me on all fours. I give her a little resistance and we ‘fight’ for power. We always know that she will win but I like to put up a fight for her to dominate me. 

She fucks me in doggy, she makes me fuck her with her strap-on, I ride her strap, and to get the crazy long sex marathon I ride her face.

After I have the last orgasm that I can take, I get off her face and lay beside her. 

“That was amazing. 10 out of 10 and would come back again” We both laugh at my statement.

“Sorry to not do anything for you tonight. I will spend extra time on you next time” I wink at her still trying to catch my breath. 

“Oh you were more than enough trust me,” Nat says while taking off the strap.

“Let’s get some shut up before we have to wake up in the morning,” I say and snuggle up close to Nat while she puts the covers over us. 

Then her fucking alarm rings for her morning run. We both start laughing because we didn’t even realize that we had sex all night. We forgot the food and the movie.

“How about this? I skip my run for today because I have been training extra hard these past couple of days” she looks at us right now.

“Now while I go to the kitchen and heat up our food to eat for breakfast, you will find us a movie to watch. Then we can lay in bed all day because I know you don’t have any work right now and neither do I” Nat says and I squeal with joy realizing that we have a whole day together. 

Nat’s POV

I happily go and put on some clothes so I can go out into the kitchen this morning. Once I put my clothes on and grab the food bags, I head to the kitchen with a pep to my step. In the kitchen, I put our food in the microwave and started to whistle.

Lena comes into the kitchen to get her morning coffee. She sees me and I smile and wave at her and go back to whistling.

“You two are so nasty” Lena then exits the kitchen. I shrug it off and grab the food once it's done and head back to my room. I see that Wanda has already picked our movie. 

“Lena saw me out there and said that we are both nasty. What does she mean by that?” I ask Wanda. She just laughs and tells me to just eat my food and watch the movie. We ate all our food and finally finished our date night/morning. We fall asleep in each other’s arms and enjoy the rest of the day together in bed. 

[biibini]

steady eyes ‧ ♡*.✧

instances of mizu staring at you

tags: modern!mizu x f!reader, nsfw, more brat/teasing reader, eye contact, taigen frat bro makes another appearance, public teasing, sweet talk + dirtyyyy talk, neck kisses, mizu strapped asf

a/n: got inspired by this post analyzing her smiles… but like in a more silly way :P reqs coming out soon once im back home from break!

18+ content ahead!

modern!mizu loves to stare at you, whether its intentional or not

a quick glance or a longing, enamored gaze

during the first few dates with you, she would end up looking at you, her eyes slowly flicking up & down, a few times throughout the night

ima be honest she does the triangle method without even realizing it: look at left eye, lips, and then right eye

with the nerves and all, you ended up pointing it out and asked

“Is there something on my face?”

Mizu’s eyes met yours across the dining table, now alert and somewhat confused.

“What?”

“I asked if there’s something on my face.”, you repeated.

“Oh… um… there’s nothing.”, she responded with uncertainty.

Mizu looked down again, as her cheeks began to warm up. Thankfully, the flickering table candles shielded her flushed face.

“You just…look so beautiful.”

after that, you start to notice how long she stares at your lips without her even realizing it

modern!mizu has gotten caught staring at you when you change

not in a creepy way but more in a ‘wow my girlfriend looks so good’ way

when you pass by, she loves to place her hand around your hip, pulling you just a little closer to her

“Mizu! I need to go to class.”

“Mmhmm.”, she says, lazily reaching out, barely pulling your hips closer to her.

It just so happened that the space between the closet and the bathroom was close to Mizu’s side of the bed.

“Let goooo, or I’ll be late.”, you playfully argued as the feeling of her grip loosened.

You hear her groan, slowly stirring away. As nice it would be to sleep in and cuddle with Mizu until the late morning, you unfortunately needed to lock into this class.

And unfortunately leave Mizu behind.

While doing your skincare, you feel a pair of eyes staring at you from your side. You wipe your face with a towel, hoping to find that it was nothing but an after thought.

Nope. Not at all.

You find Mizu half awake, lazily watching you get ready. You smile, ushering her to go back to sleep.

“Honey, I’m just getting ready. Just stay in bed.”

She nods in response, yet still continues to watch you prepare for the day. Today’s class was more formal than usual due to the 2 guests speakers. That meant looking somewhat put together and somewhat professional.

With some combing and styling and face beating, you were able to leave your hair looking put together, almost ready for a professional interview. The last part was putting on your clothes.

At this point, Mizu was awake than ever, now sitting upright, watching her pretty girl get ready for class.

“Need help?”, Mizu asked, hoping to help with a button or two.

You come over to the bed, half naked with only underwear and a button-up on.

“Do you mind helping me button my shirt? I really need to rush out soon.”

Mizu quietly sat up on the bed, now on her knees to be able to button your top, hiding away the small marks she had made the night before. As you zipped up the long skirt, Mizu places her lips, leaving gentle kisses by the nape of your neck.

“You look…”

A soft peck.

“so good and…”

Another soft peck.

“honey, smell so good.”

Yeah, forget about going to class to find the optimal spot. You were barely late by 30 seconds, arriving in a swift rush of adrenaline from a quick pre-lecture make out session.

modern!mizu ‘s eyes tend to wander a lot too

in public, it’s mainly small glances to your face, chest, maybe behind from time to time…

she thinks she’s slick, casually checking out her girl, making sure she’s all safe and totally not glancing for something… right?

wrong!

you’re aware of this too btw.

that’s why you didn’t wear anything underneath before a party one night.

it was the usual house party hosted by taigen and his brothers: loud, obnoxious, great music to deafen everyone to the point where you need to speak into each others ears just to hear one another

typically, mizu and you would arrive a bit early with ringo, help set up, chill in the living room, and then leave when akemi got too tired or bored

this night, the living room ended up being the epicenter of the party, forcing you to sit atop of mizu’s lap with nothing but a top and a short, flowy skirt.

it wasn’t too tight or revealing. however, when sat on, it proved otherwise.

You sunk into Mizu’s lap as she lays back on the couch, sitting comfortably atop of her, letting your arm wrap behind her. As you planted yourself atop, Mizu felt something otherwise. Besides the feeling of your side wrapped by her arm, a warmth started to ignite atop of her lap.

Mizu looks down, finding your skirt lifted towards her, and a lack of a panty strap. Or any kind of strap at all.

Flustered, she immediately flipped your skirt down, shielding your hidden secret away from others. With a free hand, she pulls your leg close, caressing up and down your thigh. You feel the ridges of her hand stroke up and down your thigh, inching closer to your heated epicenter. Although her hand strokes were soft and gentle, the latter hand proved otherwise. You feel her grip on your hip tighten, sending one clear message to you: she knows and loves your little surprise.

You pull yourself closer to Mizu, staying at earshot distance as the beats thumped against the walls, the yells and noise of the crowd blended into a white noise.

“Like what you feel?”, you whispered into her ear, slyly shifting back and forth against her pants.

No one but her noticed the feeling. Everyone else was minding their own business.

Mizu’s mind can handle pressure. It has worked well countless of times on the road, at school, against Taigen, or in any other dangerous situations. It’s totally not the most ideal thing to control when her girlfriend is being a tease in public.

Her grip on your thighs now tighten, attempting to stay calm. The heat of her palm keeps your legs together, safe in her grip. Her hand by your hip pulls you close, your ears now in range of her voice.

“Do you want to test me?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”, she scoffs, playfully mocking your response, “I’m not sure that’s the right answer, honey.”

You feel her grip on your thigh inch upward, practically centimeters away from your throbbing entrance. She then pulls back, tapping on your thigh as a signal to get off.

You stand up, carefully pulling down your skirt around the others who were too deep into n their own conversations, or too deep in each others throats. Right behind you stood Mizu, one casually placed hand by your hip, and the other more carefully gripping your ass check, giving it a firm squeeze before the leaving the party.

“Let’s figure it out back at home, hmm?”

after getting fucked out all night, i think you’ve learned your lesson with her

from getting fingered in the backseat to filled on the bed to moaning out her name as she ate you out, you promised yourself to never tease her that much ever again

unless you wanted to see god

modern!mizu ‘s eye contact during sex is intense

especially when you’re below her, taking her all in, she’s focused on observing your reaction

she can’t help but stare

and maybe the way your boobs jiggle is another factor too

You feel her eyes glaze down your body, ocean blue eyes taking in the sight of you getting fucked out by none other than a strap of hers. She easily penetrates you again, swiftly entering, lubricated by your liquids. She fills you up, her grip on your waist tightening from how wet you are, your cum smeared all over her thighs.

You groan out her name, grasping onto the sheets with every thrust. Looking up, you meet her gaze, orbs shimmering a light blue against the moonlight. She swiftly enters you again, fully enveloping in your throbbing mess, making your back arch in response. You feel her eyes stay glued to your body, as she rapidly sped up each thrust, further exploring every inch of your insides.

“M-Mizu…”, you moan as she continued to drill your insides.

“Mm, hon, you’re doing so well”, she cooed, cupping one of your boobs with your hands, her grip now loosening on your waist.

You feel her thrusts slow a little, as she gently began to squeeze the softness, her palm warming up against your hardened nipple. Her thumb caresses it, softening the surrounding skin with a circular motion. She enters you deeply, every thrust making the boob in her hand bounce without any handiwork.

Mizu curses to herself, still in awe of how beautiful you are as she watches your reaction, listening to every groan and moan hoping to milk out of you throughout the night.

modern!mizu enjoys waking up earlier than you

everything is at peace when you’re asleep

if you’re more of a heavy sleeper, she doesn’t mind watching over you while quietly sipping some morning tea

if you’re more of a light sleeper, she’ll attempt to slip away with without waking u up. if u do end up stirring awake, she’d tell u to go back to sleep, promising to come back soon

no matter how messy you may look, she likes the peace and quiet whenever she gets the chance to buy breakfast in bed for you two

either way, she’ll be quietly watching over you until you arise :)

[glorismorningstar]

THE LION CHRONICLES

Pairings: Lute x f!reader, Carmilla Carmine x f! situationship!reader, fatherfigure!Alastor x f!reader

Summary: Now that Alastor's back, Y/N joins him at the Overlord meeting, where more information about the recent extermination is revealed. Later, her relationship with Carmilla has an interesting development.

Warnings: WLW, casual relationship, unrequited love, pain, heartbreak, lesbian smut (cw - fingering, oral, mommy kink, strap on, tail pulling), angst, violence, death, homophobia

A/N: I apologise in advance for everything, this part was so deep and interesting to write, contains a lot of character development and each part will contain more drama than the last *cough* episode 6 *cough cough*

| PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 |

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"How much higher do you want it?" I ask as my tail wraps around the side of the ladder for balance, hands holding up the banner we made together.

"A little bit more... there,” Charlie says and got up from the other side of the ladder to hammer it down as Vaggie holds the ladder still. "That looks perfect! Aah! I'm so excited that Sir Pentious is staying at the hotel!"

"Um, Pentious was just trying to take over the city with his weird steampunk bullshit a few days ago." Vaggie points out.

"Well, I haven't seen him try any of that in here." Just as Charlie finishes the sentence, Pentious comes in with his Egg Bois, wheeling in something that looks like a cannon, but... fancier. Huh.

"What the Hell is that?”

"Oh, hello, purple female. It's my new invention, the SkinFlayer 11.000!" He hisses proudly, tipping his hat as the eggs chase each other around the room. One of them begins climbing up my tail and I yelp, then chuckled quietly and let him play with the fluffy tuft, swishing it from side to side. “I'm really looking forward to shooting the other residents."

"What? Why?"

"Everyone is being too nice. Obviously it must be a lie. I can sense they are planning to kill me, but when? How? I must be prepared!" Ah, yeah, trust issues. That's a bitch. Been there, currently doing it. “Ooh, the new parts of my machine are here."

I turn to look at the doorway and beam, it was Clara and Odette, Carmilla's daughters. But as expected, they're delivering weapons to Pentious.

Damn it.

"Y/N!"

"Hello, girls." I smile and trot over to give each of them a hug. I look at the weapons and at Pentious before directing my gaze back to them with a nervous chuckle, “What's going on here?"

"We got a delivery at the Hazbin Hotel. We assumed you'd know something about it." Clara speaks as she unloads the boxes, while Odette asks for the signature. I run a hand over my face and sigh, this is exactly what I was supposed to stop from happening.

"Yeah, so did I." I sigh, burying a hand in my mane and looking at Vaggie with an apologetic grimace.

"Thank you for your business. Enjoy your Carmine purchase."

"Carmine? As in Carmilla Carmine? You're buying parts from an Overlord?"

"So, Y/N, are you coming to the meeting today?" Clara asks me. Since Alastor is back, I don't know how much he'd need my help, but then again, I wouldn't mind. It's not like I have a lot to do right now anyway.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I am. Tell your mother I said hi."

As soon as they leave, I redirect my attention to the Egg Bois playing with my tail. Apparently some others joined in while I was talking to Carmilla's daughters and began following me everywhere. I giggle and wag my tail for them to chase, leaping around the room and being extra careful not to squish them. One of them catches my tail and I smile, swishing it to curl around my hip so that I can look at the Egg properly. "Hello, little one. Do you have a name?”

"It's Frank, ma'am." The little creature says in a silly, goofy voice, which makes me giggle and shake his hand with my finger.

"My name is Y/N.” I introduce myself with a smile, eyes sparkling with cuteness overload when he grabs my finger.

"Hello, Y/N!"

"You absolutely cannot build weapons in this Hotel. No one wants to kill you. People are being nice to you because they want you to feel welcome!" Vaggie lectures with a raised finger. She gives off mom energy, I bet she and Charlie would make great parents one day.

Both Sir Pentious and I turn to look at the other members of the group: Husk is chugging on a bottle of booze in the bar and peeks at the serpent, then extends his middle finger; Angel Dust does the same, and Nifty stops her dusting to look in our direction with a creepy look that terrifies me to my very soul. And don't get me started on Alastor.

"Mhm, I have my doubts." Pentious hisses.

"Well, it's true. You have to trust us." Trust is a tricky thing. It's not easy to do so again after misplacing it so many times. Surprisingly, the one that taught me that was Sera. She first betrayed my trust when she agreed to punish Lucifer; she's the one in charge, the one that's supposed to preach forgiveness and generosity, yet she destroyed the life of a man that grew up with me - with us. The second time was when she approved the extermination. She'd be willing to murder human souls, men, women, children, all in an attempt to protect us? From what? And worse, she's the reason Lute puts herself in such danger by coming down here every year.

I don't know why I hide from her every extermination day. To be fair, I'm hiding

from them, not her. Adam, that frat boy of a commander, Celeste, that coward that resorted to homophobia when her tiny peanut brain couldn't come up with a comeback, and of course, all of her posse that tore my wings off and threw me down here... ugh, stop. I don't even have the courage to face my girlfriend now. She's an exorcist angel, she murders the damned for a living. What would she think of me if the sweet, (somewhat) well behaved girl she fell in love with became... this? A sinner.

I think that's why I never contacted Lucifer or Vaggie when I first got here. Lucifer is my childhood best friend, my partner-in-crime, and when he fell, I was far beyond devastated. I didn't know what I'd do without him, he's almost like my brother. We'd sneak out of the palace past curfew and get in trouble all the time. I tried everything to keep him from falling and I failed. I just don't think I'd have the courage to face him. And it's the same with Vaggie. We used to be friends when she first joined the army and got pretty close, and then I lost her, too. I ended up coming in contact with her when Alastor dragged me here, but I was still scared to death.

"Hey, Y/N, are you joining us for trust exercises today?" Charlie asks with a grin and slings an arm around my shoulder, which brings a smile to my face. She's Lucifer's daughter. My dearest friend's daughter. I'm so proud of her.

"As much as I'd like to solve my trust issues, I have a meeting to attend, dear.” I reply and ruffle her hair affectionately, chuckling softly and fixing my black and purple bow tie before walking upstairs to go get Alastor and leave.

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Rosie and the other Overlords are already there when Alastor, Zestial and I get to the meeting room. The first thing I do is lock eyes with Carmilla: there she stands, at the head of the table and with her daughters on either side of her. She flashes me a small smile from across the room, which I reciprocate and also give her a small wave. She chuckles quietly and returns the gesture, the affectionate glint in her eyes making my cheeks go pink as my ears pin back against my head in shyness. I smile at her once more before looking for a seat. I was hoping to sit next to Alastor, as usual, but he and Rosie must have lots of catching up to do, so I leave them be and opt for the other side of the table. The first chairs next to the head of the table are her daughters’, so I leave Clara her seat and begin to pull out the chair beside her. That's when I feel a big hand on my shoulder and immediately recognize it as Carmilla, her touches always feel like a wider than usual span of warmth. My ears perk up at the contact and at the sound of her angelic steel ballet slippers clicking on the floor and I smile at her once again. The Overlord rests her other hand on a fancier chair to the right of her own spot and offers, “You can sit here if you want.”

There are only two chairs like these in the room, one on either side of her. The left one is normally occupied by Zestial, with whom she's really close, and she's offering me the other seat. Me. She wants me to sit with her and her family. My heart swells and my pupils soften even further, now looking like the sweetest kitten ever. “Really?”

“Mhm. Come, corazón, we're about to begin.” She replies quietly and gently pulls me along, letting me sit on the chair beside her as she prepares to start the meeting. While our situationship isn't some big secret, she doesn't like public displays of affection very much. She says she's afraid of making me a target and wants to protect me - the irony of my secret draws out bitterness from me. Regardless, her habit of calling me by my term of endearment in her native language fails to falter, which is why she kept her voice down while talking to me.

“Welcome, Hell sovereign Overlords.” Carmilla begins as I take my seat, silencing the quiet chatter of the other Overlords. The soft and familiar metal clicking of her ballet slippers soothes me, my ears twitching towards the sound each time she takes a step. “I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together, you own millions of souls.”

I watch her with a relatively neutral expression from beside her, curious eyes veiling the silent admiration underneath. I don't know what's wrong with me sometimes, she's wonderful. I've struggled to connect with her in the past outside of sexual encounters, and I have no idea why. It's not even her issue, it's mine. I'd never want a relationship that's just physical, it's outside of my comfort zone… but then again, so is being with someone like this. Physical, yes, but the emotional side of our relationship is just hard for me. I guess I was so convinced I'd spend eternity with Lute for more than thirty years that I struggle with the fact that it won't come true. I know that the other day she was about to ask me to be her girlfriend before we got interrupted, but subconsciously, a part of me was almost… relieved she didn't? Ugh, what is wrong with me?

“Alastor?” The call of his name snaps me out of my train of thought, attention shifting to my father figure as my ears perk up once again. I don't have parents. My father is technically God because he created me, but I've never met him, and while Sera raised me and was sort of a maternal figure to me, she's my older sister - with whom I have numerous issues - I was never able to make that strong of a bond with her as I did with Emily. So I guess that's why I'm so attached to Alastor and Rosie.

“Yes, I know, I've been absent some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering.” He replies and I roll my eyes with fondness. I know for sure he was trying to look mysterious by planting Carmilla the opportunity to ask questions only to give her a vague answer. The poor dear.

“Not really. But welcome back in any case.” The small angry radio noises almost draw a snicker from me. He looks so annoyed right now. Poor guy, she could have humored him, at least. 

With a snap of her fingers, Odette hands her a clipboard and she turns on the presentation as Carmilla keeps speaking. “This year's extermination was brutal, far more even than years past. We have assessed that about 16% of the population was lost. With the angelic legions now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we-”

I jump in my seat for a split second when the door slams open and I roll my eyes at the obnoxious, thickly accented voice chattering on the phone, suppressing an annoyed growl. 

Oh, fuck me.

It's Velvette. She appears to be on the phone with one of her dear, dear colleagues - who are technically supposed to be here, for the record. “I've got it handled, Vox. Are you doubting me? Really? Me? That's what I thought.”

I hate to say it, but out of the three Vees, she's the most responsible. No, less worse would be a better suited definition. Between a porn director, the host of a video podcast that brainwashes people into doing his bidding and a fun-sized influencer, I guess I'd have to go with the latter. But that doesn't make her any less annoying. “Yes, I know. They're all a joke.”

The annoyance and contempt on the three Carmines’ faces is mirrored in my own as well as Zestial's. My ears pin back against my head at the insult, not for myself, but for the others. She's like a fussy child. And Carmilla less than deserves this bullshit at her own meeting. “Thank you, V. See you soon. Kisses, darling.”

I smell lesbian.

“Nice of you to join us, Velvette. Will your… colleagues be joining?” The sincerity in her tone is completely lost and with reason. I can sense it in the way she emphasizes the word colleagues and how the deprecation she feels is written all over her face, regardless of how much she tries to appear professional.

Oh, say no, say no, say no…

“No. They have better shit to do than to listen to an old windbag who thinks she's tough shit. I'm here to represent.” And so it begins. While Carmilla only narrows her eyes at the jab, I'm not that graceful when my loved ones are offended. My ears draw back and my tail sways behind me as I bare my teeth, pupils slitting while a soft growl rumbles from my throat. It's barely noticeable, but not to someone right beside me. 

“Charming.” She mutters as she turns around, taking advantage of the fact that the table is tall enough to conceal her hands and brushing the back of her fingers along my arm in a gentle, soothing caress, which brings a flutter to my stomach as my posture relaxes. My ears and tail return to their usual position and my pupils soften once again, but the protective pout on my lips remains. No one fucks with my loved ones.

“So, as I was saying, we need to discuss-” Carmilla begins once again, but is interrupted by Velvette waving her hand once again. Ugh. “Yes?”

“On the subject of discussion…” she begins, then pulls something from out of nowhere and throws it on the table, golden splashes splattering on the surface.

It's an exorcist's head.

While a collective gasp rises from the group, a shuddering exhale falls from my parted lips as my eyes land on the severed head of the angel, ears drooping and eyes wide with terror. Exorcists… they can die? Oh, no, no, no, no… what about Lute? Is she safe? Who did this? How did they do this? 

Wait, I know that mask. 

She was a member of Celeste's posse.

One of Celeste's buddies was murdered? 

I remember them. Celeste is a sergeant in the exorcist army, above the other soldiers but below Lute. The rest of her posse is only made of soldiers and they're all kinds of trouble, but one of their worst faults is homophobia. 

“Do you take medicine for homosexuality?” 

“What kind of a Seraph are you, tempted by something so unholy?”

“You and Lute have been getting really close lately.”

“It's just some trend, it's not real. You're just pretending.”

“I wonder what you call the lieutenant when you're alone…” 

The very thought makes my skin crawl. One time, Lute started a fight with them because they wouldn't stop insulting me. Luckily, Adam was smart enough to break it up, which I only think he did because Lute was involved, otherwise he would have been thrilled. Lute ended up with a broken wing while Celeste had multiple bruises and a broken nose. No one had ever defended me that fiercely before.

“Where did you get this?” Carmilla isn't nearly as appalled as I thought she would be. She looks somewhere between surprised and frustrated, yet at the same time neither. I can't tell what she's thinking right now, what she's doing. Her posture looks more tense than before, her eyes narrowed and her white irises smaller, more slitted. Her daughters appear far more surprised, but not as much as I expected two young adults to be either. Did I miss something?

“We found it during extermination day. If these holy rollers can be killed, the game has changed. We can take the fight to them.” Absolutely not. Declaring war on the Heavens is about the dumbest idea I can possibly think of, not only because I want to protect my family and loved ones, but because this happened once before, and it's the reason the extermination even exists. Well, that and that man child Adam and Sera with her power and her lack of moral compass. “The boys and I have come up with a full assault plan-”

Her suggestions are interrupted by Zestial and his aggressive slurping on that cup of tea. The sound, annoying but not as much as Velvette's voice, drags on for a few seconds as the room falls silent. The Overlord then puts the cup down on the saucer and interweaves his hands together, then speaks, “If it be true thee and thy colleagues desire to war with such meager proof, thou art far more foolish than I be thought.”

“Meager proof? It's a dead fucking exorcist. I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive.” She scoffs. It's good to see that Zestial and I are on the same page, all I need to do is get the others on our side, too. “You going blind, old man?”

“We know not how this perished, mayhaps t'was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing, mightn't they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising?” 

“I agree with Zestial. If I recall correctly, the very reason the Heavens approved the yearly exorcism is to punish the population of Hell for attempting a coup d'etat. This can only make things worse.” 

The soft muttering of agreement that rises from the room is my greatest victory of the day. I think of Sera and what loads she bears on her own, regardless of how angry I am at her, I think of young, naive little Emily and how she still thinks that Heaven is perfect, I think of Lute and her safety and her happiness, despite believing that she's probably already moved on. I wouldn't blame her if she has, it's been twenty seven years, but her wellbeing will always be my priority.

My eyes flicker to Carmilla and now I'm sure something's up. She hasn't pitched in with any opinion on this, she didn't look shaken in the slightest when the other Overlord revealed the severed head, and now she looks like she's hiding something. Her eyes are squinted and she's looking to the side with a small pout on her lips, likely lost in her thoughts. Is there a secret afoot? When she meets my gaze, I look at her with soft, gentle eyes and make a soft quizzical noise just loud enough for her to hear, something between a grunt and a purr. What surprises me most, however, is how a flash of guilt appears in her eyes before she schools her expression once again and adverts her eyes from me. It was her, wasn't she? I'm not angry at her for killing the angel, because I'm sure she has a reasonable explanation for that. She's not the type to act on impulse or violence unless it's a last resort. But it just bothers me a bit that she didn't talk to me about this - not that I'm in a position to judge, anyway - but I was hoping she'd trust me with something like this.

My eyes flit back to Velvette just in time to notice the look on her face when she sees Carmilla acting odd, and that's exactly what makes me tense up with protectivity again. “Oh, I get it. So grandpa and the scaredy cat are too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right?”

Then she gets up in Zestial's face to attack him, which annoys me even further. And why does she have to step on the table? She might be small, but that's so rude. “What's the matter, fossil? Too senile to make a real power grab for-”

♪ You better show some respect 

Check your behavior 

No one speaks to Zestial that way ♪

Whoa. 

Carmilla has never snapped once in the entire time I've known her. I'd say it's not a good look on her but I'd be completely lying if I did, because she looks so unbelievably attractive. Oh, my God, how did I ever pull a woman like her? She's just so… ugh. She's strong and dominant and gorgeous. I want to fling myself into the sun right now and I'm pretty sure I'm blushing. I'm having a lesbian panic in the middle of the most serious meeting of my life and the small familiar tingle between my legs isn't helping much either. Okay, this is not good. Alright, do something normal. I cross my legs to shift my position while trying to soothe some of the heat between my thighs by subtly squeezing them together, then rub my jaw with my hand to cover up the soft pink color rushing to my cheeks.

♪ Did you expect us

To sit back and take your 

Insolent, brazen display? ♪

I don't even pretend I'm paying attention to what Velvette is saying, because why would I listen to some British chippy when I can daydream about my girlfriend? The way she defends me and Zestial makes her look so hot. She has that determined pout and that protective glare in her scarlet eyes… I swear that sometimes it's like she doesn't even know how gorgeous she is. Somehow, our first kiss comes to mind.

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This meeting was longer than expected. I've been sitting in this chair for almost two hours and my ass is square. I get up and lean back against the back support of the chair, my vertebrae cracking with a satisfying pop. I hear her soft chuckle and my ears perk up at the sound, so gentle and brief yet meaningful to my ears. The other Overlords already left, it's just the two of us and I have to put my paperwork in order because it was a little disorganized today. “Do you need help with that?”

“Oh, no, that's okay. Don't trouble yourself.” I say with a casual wave of the hand and a small smile, endeared by her kindness. She's sweet, I like that. 

“Ah, it's no trouble.” Carmilla replies, moving to stand beside me as she joins me in fumbling with the messy paper sheets. She's pretty close to me, and she's actually like eight feet tall which is so hot and only serves to thicken the tension simmering between us. My ears go flat against my head every time my tiny hands brush against her bigger ones and sparks shoot up my body and heart. I haven't felt like this in a long, long while. It's almost been thirty years, yet I'm still grieving a life I'm never going to have with a woman I'm never going to see again. I've dated Lute for so long, long enough to still own the engagement ring I bought her before I fell. It's damn time I move on, I bet she already has years ago.

“Here.” My thoughts are interrupted when she hands me half the handful of papers. Oh, thank god. 

“Oh- thank you.” I reply and smile softly at her, tail wagging behind me as I take the papers and rest them atop the other half of the pile. The silence is almost deafening, begging to be broken as our eyes meet once again. The glow of her ruby sclerae has me entranced for a few moment, my own pupils dilating with awe and attraction as my ears pin back against my head once again. She looks so pretty right now.

I swallow thickly and clear my throat, wussing out as I scratch the back of my neck and point to the doorway and take a few nervous steps forward, “I should- um-” For fuck's sake, why don't I want to be with her? What's wrong with me? I know I'm sexually attracted to her, but it can't be just that, can it? I'm incapable of having purely physical relationships. I do feel affection for her, I genuinely do, but it's not as… strong as I would have hoped. Even so, this is the most attracted I've been to someone in the last twenty-seven years. I hear the metal clinking of her shoes and her hand around my wrist stops me. “Y/N, hang on.” 

“Hmm?”

“Would it…” she begins, pausing for a moment to collect her thoughts. The fact that she might have doubts, too, comforts me greatly. It doesn't have to be a serious thing so fast, right? “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

She's asking me for consent. That makes my stomach flutter with butterflies. I look up at her with puppy eyes and nod, ears drawing back in fluster. “Yeah. Yeah, it would.”

In account of our height difference, I get on my tip toes and she tilts her head down, hand cupping my face before she gently locks lips with me. The kiss is soft, tentative, and I can sense she hasn't done this in a while either. Since she has two daughters and a company, she probably doesn't have much time for a relationship, which is cool because to be honest, casual is the best I can do right now. My tail swishes up to rest on her waist and I feel the shiver that runs up her spine when the fluffy brown tuft brushes against her lower back. When we pull back, our cheeks are flushed and her eyes are still closed for a second longer than mine. “That was nice.”

“Yeah… it was.” 

There's a moment of pause where we're just looking in each other's eyes, and then in a split second, like magnets attracting each other with unbelievable force, we lunge at each other until our lips collide, this time more aggressively as our tongues slide against each other and a few soft noises escape both of us. 

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♪ You and the Vees are inane and uninformed 

Smug wannabes who don't need when you've been warned ♪

Her voice pulls me from my thoughts once again and my focus zeroes back in on the meeting, ears once again pulling back at how beautiful she looks. I love how the black and white strands of hair flop and curl over her forehead like that. It looks so cute.

♪ Oops, did I strike a nerve? 

‘Cause when I brought out the angel's head

Couldn't help but observe

That your wrinkled face was turning red ♪

The way Velvette keeps attacking Carmilla like that makes my blood boil. Does she have any idea what kind of allegation this is - regardless of whether or not it's true? It's really grave to accuse someone of murdering an angel, and an Overlord no less. I hate the way she's getting under her skin. I see how her teeth are gritted and her nails dig into the table, the way her glare is piercing and frustrated, how her body almost twitches. It makes my ears droop with sadness, yet they pull back immediately when Velvette starts getting closer. My posture tenses and my tail stiffens with each step forward she takes, teeth baring as well as my pupils slit once again.

♪ And why are you avoiding war? 

That's what the guns you sell are for

Thanks to my being respectless 

One thing I'm starting to suspect is

You know why this angel's headless

Do you have a disclosure? ♪

♪ This meeting's over! ♪

While the two are standing nose to nose, the rest of the Overlords and I are just giving dead stares and grimaces, the pause giving way to an awkward silence as my eyes seem unable to break off from Carmilla, who has genuinely never looked so hot before. Okay, stop it. Not the time. “Hmm, fine. Safe travel back to the nursing home, fuckers. Kiss my ass.”

“What the hell? We literally just got here.”

“Mother?” Odette utters softly, and Carmilla gestures for us to follow her in response. 

The three of us follow her to her office and the girls sit on the two chairs in front of her desk while I lean against the wall beside the windows and the coffee table, watching with a small frown as Carmilla mutters something in Spanish and pours herself a drink, but then ends up drinking from the bottle. I rest a hand on her arm and look at her with big puppy eyes, noticing how she seems to relax a bit under my touch, and a weak smile appears on her face. “You okay?”

“Fine.” She replies softly and caresses my cheek with her hand for a second before letting it drop to her side, but we both know that she's not fine. As a rattling sound that we recognize as Zestial makes us turn our heads to the door, watching him come into the room. 

“Carmilla, what troubles thou? Losing thy composure is unlike thee.” 

“It's nothing, Zestial, really.” 

“The felled angel… t'was by thy hand, was it not?”

“Let's not talk about it.” I'm looking at her intently enough to see the same flicker of guilt that passed through her eyes when it was brought up in the meeting and I wordlessly questioned her about it. Whether it's guilt for murdering a soul or keeping this from Zestial and I, I'm not sure, but I don't get why she'd keep this to herself. She could have told me, I would have helped her.

“Mom… maybe they should know.” Clara says gently, which makes my ears twitch in her direction. The three of them know what happened, but we don't.

“Nobody should know!” Carmilla says, slamming her palms on the desk and taking her seat. Whatever happened, it sounds like it's something that's taking quite a toll on her. My ears droop at the thought. She doesn't have to go through it all on her own, she's got us. “I did what I had to do. I'm not discussing this.”

I want to go over there and comfort her, I really do, but maybe I should let them have a moment. They're a family, after all, and had she not invited me in, I would have either stayed outside or gone back to the hotel. 

♪ What weighs on your soul, old friend? 

I implore you to share the load

If it was thou who slew the angel

Why not let your strength be known? ♪

I'm not sure why I'm frustrated with her keeping this from me. I have no right to be, anyway, and for a series of reasons. First off, I'm keeping a gigantic secret from her myself, most definitely bigger than hers. And second, we have a more casual relationship, we're not even girlfriends yet, I can't really expect her to be comfortable sharing this with me. But I guess I'm upset I didn't know sooner because this is about my home, my loved ones. This is a risk to them, and I'd give anything for them to be safe.

♪ I always thought 

That I would keep blood off my face

But when that thing attacked

I had to act

To cross that line and keep them safe ♪

She killed in self defense. That's completely reasonable. She killed to protect her daughters. But they were out on extermination day alone? Why didn't they call me for help? I would have gone down there in the chaos if it meant protecting them. I would have risked being found out if it meant protecting them. But one thing I dislike is how angels are dehumanized here. It's like we're animals to them, which from their point of view is fair, but not all angels are like that. The exorcists might be, but not all of them. Not all of us.

♪ But if anyone knew

Then all of hell would rise to war

And who's to say who'd survive the fray? 

I might lose the ones I was killing for ♪

♪ So I

I'll be your keeper

Do whatever it takes

I'll make the mistakes

I'll keep you safe and keep this secret ♪

The way she hugs her daughters, the way they look up at her with affection and gratitude, it makes my heart warm as a smile comes to my lips. And the fact that she lifts her head to look at me for a moment during that last sentence makes me feel so cared for, even just for a second.

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It doesn't take long for us to find refuge in her room, all alone and under the cozy lighting of the evening. Because the girls are out for the night, Carmilla seems to feel much more loose and free with her movements and actions, testified by how she pulls me in for a kiss milliseconds after I close the door behind us. My hands fly to her cheeks and I get on my tiptoes to reciprocate the kiss better, squeaking in surprise when she picks me up and carries me to the bed. She breaks the kiss and sets me down on the mattress, then sits beside me and kicks off her ballet slippers. I do the same with my own shoes and crawl to sit behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and giving her a gentle squeeze as I litter kisses on her bare shoulders. I can feel the tension leaving her body when I hug her, then nuzzle my nose into the crook of her neck and give it a gentle bite before trailing kisses up the side of her neck and under her ear, using my tail to tease her by looping it around her side and tickling her chin with the tuft. “You need some help distracting yourself, cielo?”

“Mhm, is that okay?” She replies softly, hands undoing the neatly tied up hair to let it down. The sweet scent of her perfume and shampoo almost makes me dizzy as the black and white waterfall cascades beside me, nose nuzzling into the soft fluffy hair as I inhale its smell with a sigh. 

“Of course it's okay. Just lie down for me, yeah? I'll take care of you, hermosa.” I purr as she obeys and lies back on the bed for me. My terms of endearment for her used to be in English before I asked her to teach me some in Spanish. I knew a few already, but I wanted her to tell me which ones she likes, and after I gained more confidence with the words, I started calling her those - and a few of my own as well.

I crawl on top of her and pull her in for another kiss, hands roaming up and down her sides before beginning to fiddle with the buttons on her shirt. My lips trail down her jaw, neck and collarbone as I undo the last button without looking, relying only on familiarity and basking in the soft sighs of pleasure that she lets out at my soft kissing and nipping. I lift her shirt over her head and smile down at her, connecting our lips once more as my hands gently cup her breasts. She gasps softly into my mouth at the contact and I feel her chest rising and falling under my touch, her breaths soft and slowly increasing in speed. I break the kiss to attach my lips to her nipple and swirl my tongue around it before lapping at it, relishing in the soft moans that escape her mouth. Her hands rest at the base of my neck as her head leans back against the pillow, the warmth of her touch giving me the urge to pleasure her right. The touch of her hands on either side of my neck feels familiar, it reminds me of-

No, don't you fucking dare.

I open my eyes to meet her ruby ones and focus on her face, contorting with pleasure when I switch my mouth to her other breast. “Mhm- ahh, Y/N…” 

Sliding between her spread legs, I make a trail of kisses down her stomach until I reach the waistband of her spiked skirt, then pull it down her legs along with her black pantyhose. The sight of the glistening precum between her legs makes me shiver, pupils dilating with hunger before I delve my tongue into her folds, tail stiffening at the taste. My ears twitch at the wonderful sound of the sharper moan that falls from her lips at the pleasure and her fingers tangle into my mane, tugging and ruffling at the golden tuft as she grinds her pussy on my face to look for further stimulation. Her back arches off the mattress when I wrap my lips around her sensitive clit and gently suck on it, her louder mewls sending waves of arousal to my pulsating core. “Oh, fuck… oh, that's good, amor, don't stop…”

I'm not even planning to. 

To make the sensations even more intense, I tease a finger to her entrance before sliding it inside, stomach flipping as her tight walls clench around my digit. She moans my name with a gasp, squirming on the bed as her hand reaches for mine and clasps it tightly. I remember how Lute started doing that once she got more comfortable, letting the roughness and passion give say to more tender moments once in a while. 

No, wait, what am I doing? 

Stop. Now. 

Don't do that. It can never end well. 

I stick another digit inside her and push both of them deeper, the pads of my fingers hitting the spongy spot that makes her body arch as she lets out a loud cry of blissful pleasure and her fingers tighten in my mane. “I'm almost there, almost- ah, fuck…!”

To help her get there, I piston my fingers inside her with more force and let go of her hand to rub circles on her clit, giving it a gentle smack and watching as she comes undone. The way her hand claws at the bed sheets, the arch of her back, her face contorted with white-hot pleasure as her moaning turns slightly higher in pitch. 

As soon as she relaxes on the bed, I crawl up to her and kiss her on the lips, then leave gentle kisses on her temple and cheek, soft purrs escaping me as my hand brushes away the hair sticking to her forehead. “Better, mi ninfa?”

She smiles at me and chuckles softly, nodding as she wraps her arms around me and brushes my mane back into place with her fingers, “Much better. But now it's your turn, come here.”

“Hey, come on, you don't have to. You had a long day, just have some rest.” I coo, kissing her forehead and caressing her cheek. She must be tired out from the meeting and the stress and all. Or maybe we should stop before I do or say something stupid and fuck this up.

“I'm not tired, I can take another round.” She replies and sits up on her elbows, looking at me with a little smirk. I know that face, she's up to something. She's not at all shy when it comes to trying new things in bed, but as it turns out, it's something I've tried before. Her hand reaches into her drawer for something that I assume is a toy but when I see it, my ears and tail perk up in recognition. Is that a strap? “Do you wanna try this?”

The first time I tried this was with Lute, and pretty early on in our relationship. She'd fuck me with it as often as she could, she'd always put aside a bit of time every day just to rail me, and man, did we get noise complaints from her neighbors. “Yeah, why not?”

She smiles and gives me a quick peck on the lips, then we switch places and she starts putting on the strap while I undo my bow tie and take off the rest of my clothes. Once I'm laid out on the bed and bare before her, she lies on top of me and bends down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss while she teases the tip to my entrance. The familiar sensation draws a small gasp from me, letting out a softer moan as she starts to push it further inside. More moans and babbles fall from my lips at the familiarity of being half-filled like this, panting and whimpering out, “M- More… please, more- ahh…”

Carmilla chuckles and rests a hand on my lower stomach for leverage as she bottoms out, pausing to wait for my go ahead. Shit, I forgot how good this feels. I give her a weak nod and let my head lull back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as I wrap my legs around her and lock my ankles on her lower back. My head becomes a bit fuzzy with the intense sensations that are only enhanced when she snaps her hips forward and back before bottoming out again, setting a slow and gentle pace. A string of moans, whines and curses spills from my lips as my hands grip the bed sheets tightly, a bead of sweat trickling down my temple, “Please… please, harder… mommy, please…”

The word makes her stop for a moment, my confused eyes meeting her lust-blown ones before I realize what I just called her.

Damn it.

“What did you just call me?”

“Mommy- mmph!”

Before I can even finish speaking, she pulls out and manhandles me onto my stomach, this time intruding my pussy with much more haste and aggressively pounding me from behind. I've never seen her like this, so animalistic, so rough. Her hands gripping my hips, the sound of our skin slapping together, the tip of the plastic dick hitting just the right spot each time with flawless precision, it all makes them blur together. The mental image of her porcelain skin and her snowy white hair bouncing above her shoulders, her golden eyes flashing with desire and adoration, the warmth of her body, muscular and delicate at the same time intrudes my mind at the best yet worst of times and it's too clear to get it out. It's her flawless hips and her calloused hands gripping me when she fucks me, it's her wings unfurling and flapping with the effort, it's her lips leaving hickeys on my shoulder when I cry tears of overstimulation. And with an unexpected rough pull of my tail, a high-pitched moan is ripped from my throat as the orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave and I cry out,

“Lute!”

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God, what the hell did I just do?!

Lute.

I said Lute.

I cried out another woman's name during sex.

“Carmilla, wait-” I begin as I button up my shirt with haste, following her out into the hall of the mansion and reaching out to touch her arm. I knew there was nothing I could say to make her feel better, but I had to try.

"Don't." She warns, hurt etched across her face, which made me retract my hand, ears drooping with resignation. It breaks my heart to see her like this. Damn it, I screwed this up forever. How could I have been so dumb? “I've always known you had issues, but if you were in love with someone else, why didn't you end things with me?"

"I- I didn't even know, I-” I sigh mid-sentence, tears stinging my eyes. How would I even explain this to her? “Look, it's... complicated. I used to date this person 30 years ago, and now she thinks I'm dead. I just- I saw her by accident last week, and it just came crashing back."

"She thinks you're what? I don't understand...” she squints her eyes, hands on her hips as she gazes at me with bewilderment. I can't tell this to her, it's too risky.

"It's really complicated, just drop it." I say and turn away for a moment, taking a few steps down the hallway. I can't tell her, what's the point anyway? You can't change the past. It's not going to change anything, and most definitely not for the better. It's going to kill our relationship. No, no, I can't lose another person. She's the only one that affirms me and is there for me at any moment of need. And I just hurt her feelings.

Carmilla grabs my wrist to stop me, crimson eyes flashing with heartbreak, bafflement and something akin to anger. I don't blame her, I never could, to be honest. I'd hate me, too. "Y/ N, you just called me another woman's name while we were having sex. I deserve to know about her."

"It's better for the both of us if you don't know."

"Y/N, just talk to me!"

"No!" I swiftly turn around and snap at her, ripping my hand from her grip. A soft slicing noise and a pang of pain drags across the back of my hand and I cry out, covering the wound with my other hand while my entire face pales.

Oh, shit.

My blood.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, fuck, no, this cannot be happening to me!

It's over, the relationship is definitely over now.

Carmilla gasps and looks at the angelic blades on the wall, the distress in her eyes mellowing into concern. That sends a stab of guilt in my heart. She's angry with me but she still cares about me enough to worry when I'm in pain. God, she's going to loathe me if she sees. She reaches her big, soft hand out and murmurs a gentle, "Let me see.”

"No, it's fine. I'm fine." I flinch back like a startled cub and hold my hand close to my chest, terrified of her seeing the golden blood. I hate this. I hate this so, so, so, so much.

"Y/N, that's a dangerous weapon. Let me see the wound." She presses, gently gripping my forearm and trying to pry it away from my chest, to which I apply resistance and take a few wobbly steps back as my tail tucks between my legs. She can't know, she just can't. She'll turn away from me forever. She wouldn't be wrong in doing so, but I would be shattered if she did.

"No, please don't."

"Y/N-"

She pulls my hand from my chest and her scarlet eyes land on the golden liquid cascading down my hand, beautiful face morphing into an expression I hate with every fiber of my being. Pain, confusion, betrayal, fear. The way her eyes drop, the way her eyebrows crease, the way her lips part with shock. The color drains from my skin and my eyes fill with tears, choosing to stay silent for now. Her mouth opens and closes repeatedly, she has no idea what to say. And what can she say? What do you say when the person you're dating lies about where they come from?

I stifle a sob and wait for her to say something, anything. What is there to say? I might not be able to take this much longer. 

God, I just want to vanish right now. My legs, arms and body tremble violently as I struggle to make eye contact with her, shifting the muscles in my back to wrap my wings around myself... except I don't have wings anymore. "You... you're an angel...?"

"I used to be." I reply, sniffing softly and roughly wiping the tears from my eyes, angry at myself for letting them fall, for not watching myself with the weapon, for letting Lute's name slip.

"You're no exorcist. You can't even touch a weapon." She thinks aloud, slightly shaky from the shock. I don't want to tell her more about my past, but am I really in the position to ask her for favors? I lied to her, I broke her heart, I didn't treat her right, I never did. This is less than fair to her. "What are you, then? Archangel?"

"Seraph." I sigh, ears drooping as I look up at her like a cub that's been kicked, but not to try to sway her or get my way. I don't even know what my way would be. To be honest, I'm just hoping she won't leave, but at this point, even that seems like too much to ask for.

When did things get so complicated?

A breath of disbelief puffs from her lips and she runs a hand through her hair, trying to make sense of the situation. I can't even begin to imagine the thoughts running through her head right now, the questions she must have, the pain she must be in. "That glow you have, how you're never around after extermination day... those six... bumps on your back...”

I sniff and look to the side in shame, shrinking myself into my shoulders as if to hide myself from her. I tried to protect my family, I tried to protect the love of my life, my philtatē, and failed so horribly. I got my wings torn off my back, I got ruined for it. A Seraph whose family didn't even know where she was. But she thinks I'm a bad angel. An evil one that just cares about herself.

“And Lute... as in Adam's second-in-command Lute?" She asks, tears beading up in the corners of her eyes as she came to so many realizations. My ears go flat against my head as I force myself to look her in the eyes. It's the least she deserves. "You dated the lieutenant of the exorcist army?"

"Yeah... yeah, that's her.” I breathe, brushing the tears off my face and forcing myself to come to terms with it. The connection I had with Lute is unlike anything I've had in more than four billion years. The things I'd do to make her happy, to keep her safe and well. I'd give anything to be able to spend the rest of my life with her and give her anything that would make her happy... but it's not the life we're meant to have. And because of some stupid dream I built up in my head that's destined to go unfulfilled, I hurt a person that actually wants me and cares about me. I took her for granted and hurt her feelings.

"Were you ever going to tell me about all this?" She asks as tears bead up in the corners of her eyes. Why did I have to go and make her face look like that?

"Yes! Of course I was..."

"When?"

“…”

"..?"

"Um..."

"Ugh! I can't believe you!" She groans and whips around to walk down the hallway and I dash to follow after her, reflexively reaching out for her wrist, but then I stop and let my hand drop to my side. She doesn't want me to touch her.

“You want to talk about keeping secrets? What about the exorcist you killed?” I reply, my own frustrations bleeding through the argument as my ears draw back. I'm completely in the wrong and I know it, but the stubborn part of me can't help but want to argue with her. Good going, dipshit.

“Oh, please, don't even pretend you care about us. I saw the look on your face when you saw the angel's head. I know you recognized her, and I know you only care because you're selfish!” She yells back, pointing a finger to my chest, and glaring down at me with a venom that makes my stomach churn, but the accusation makes me so much angrier. 

Selfish? I severed my bond with my older sister in an attempt to protect Lucifer and then lost it altogether when I tried to clean up her mess. I tried to do the right thing and protect my baby sister, to protect the woman I love from this crackpot idea that all sinners should die, and instead I lose everything I ever cared about. She doesn't truly know what selfish means if she's got the gall to call me that. “Selfish?! Is that what you think?!”

“Yes, that's precisely what I think!”

I take a few steps closer to her to stand almost a breath away, close enough to speak right in her face, and grit out, “If I were truly as selfish and petty as you think, I would have been grateful to see that bitch's head on your table, because her and her buddies are the reason I couldn't show my face anywhere near the army for being queer. That woman held me down while the other ones ripped out my wings. They're homophobic assholes who deserve to die, but I wasn't thinking of them, I was thinking about my family. I have people I'd die for, too - because I did - so don't lecture me about selfishness and secrecy when you don't know anything about me and especially when you did the exact same thing.”

I don't like talking about these things, in fact I hate to do so, and I can't believe that the first time I'm opening up to her is to win an argument. While I was defending myself, I didn't even realize when tears started streaming down my face, but I can feel my cheeks wetting now. I hate this so much. How did I even get in this situation in the first place? It could be so much simpler if I'd just done so many things differently. But you can't change the past.

“You're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.” She seems to have deflated a lot, despite her posture still being tense. She genuinely regrets calling me selfish, I can see it in her eyes, but she's still really angry with me, and I honestly don't blame her. “But that still doesn't justify the fact that you called me another woman's name. If I'm not your person, that's fine, but you shouldn't have led me on like that!”

"Carmilla, listen, no one hates me more than I do right now-"

"Are you so sure about that?"

I grimace and my ears go flat against my head. That stings, but I had it coming. The way she turns around with crossed arms and looks down at me with that sneer of resentment, that quirked eyebrow and that expression of disgust, I never thought it would be directed at me. On second thought, she probably didn't either.

"You're right. I'm completely in the wrong, and I'm not trying to justify myself. No one hates me more than I do except for you. I wanted to tell you, I honestly did, but I was scared of this. I was scared you'd hate me and push me away. I was hung up on my dumb feelings and didn't take you seriously when you were the only one to care about me - and I know I have no right to say this, but I care about you, too - and I'm so, so, so sorry for doing this to you." I want to comfort her so much, to wipe her tears and reassure her that everything would be alright, but even if she'd ever let me touch her again, it wouldn't be true. It's far from alright. So instead I settle for asking the question I'm petrified of knowing the answer to. "Is there anything I can do to salvage this?"

Carmilla pauses for a few seconds - the longest eternity I've ever experienced in my pre-creational existence - and sighs, running a hand down her face to wipe her tears as her expression mellows back into the more raw, real one she had before. The sight makes my heart crumble to pieces: the way her eyes are so full of pain, how her cheeks glisten with her tears. And I'm the cause of it. I'm the reason.

"No."

[fan-fantasies]

Whisper Sweet Nothings

A/N: this one won the vote so here ya go! Probably not quite what everyone imagined 😂

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: teasing, oral (f receiving), choking, good old game of strip wrestling, mentions of using a strap

Part Two

“You ready, darling?” Rhea asked, fixing up the details of her gear.

You were the newest member of Judgement Day and it was your first live appearance with them. You were nervous but you trusted all of them to take care of you.

“I’m ready,” you nodded, taking a deep breath.

While you were new to JD, you were not new in the WWE universe, and you were no stranger to Rhea. You weren’t best friends, but you had a playful backstage relationship and you were excited to get to work with her. Plus, it didn’t hurt she was pretty easy on the eyes.

“And her opponent, accompanied by the members of The Judgement Day… (your ring name)!”

You all stepped out onto the ramp and people booed. You put on your best sinister smile as you stared down your opponent in the ring.

Rhea leaned down to whisper in your ear like she does with Dom.

“You’ve got this, pretty girl. Easy win,” she said. You tried not to let the fact she called you pretty get to your head but it did give you an extra boost of confidence that allowed you the edge to win your match.

The crowd seemed to accept you as the newest member and you were glad. They especially loved your connection with Rhea. They loved when she was flirtatious and she loved to direct that energy toward you. You did your best to give it back, but you hated to admit that she made you flustered.

Summer Slam was just around the corner and you all decided to train a bit harder than usual. Rhea insisted on training with you so you could both learn from one another. It was more distracting than helpful, having her hands on your body so often.

“You okay, babe? You seemed distracted today,” she commented after your workout.

“Oh yeah, I’m good. Just haven’t been sleeping well is all,” you lied.

“I must not be working you hard enough then; let me know if you ever need me to come over and tire you out,” she said with a wink. Your eyes widened as the implication of her words sunk in. She walked away with a smirk on her face, leaving you speechless.

Her teasing continued in the days leading to the pay-per-view. You were tense, wanting an outlet for your frustration.

“We’re up next, let’s go!” Damian yelled, waiting to go on the ramp. You hurried to his side with Rhea hot on your heels.

“Calm down, we’re ready,” she scoffed, throwing an arm around you.

“If you two weren’t busy making out, we wouldn’t almost be late,” Finn said jokingly.

“We were not,” you retorted. He just rolled his eyes as your theme music came on.

You did your entrance as usual, Rhea coming up behind you and leaning down. You were expecting her usual simple comments but you were taken by surprise.

“Trust me, if we had been making out, we wouldn’t be out here right now. I’d still be between your legs making you scream my name,” she whispered. You had to use every ounce of self control to keep from reacting, your normal sadistic smirk struggling to stay on your face.

Your mind was spinning so fast you almost missed your line. You had to focus extra hard just to finish the segment.

Rhea kept an arm around you the entire time and held you tight against her. Every time you dared to look at her you found she was already looking at you. Her piercing blue eyes sent chills down your spine.

A match was announced for Summer Slam for the women’s tag team championship with you and Rhea competing. Once the bit had ended you rushed backstage to collect your thoughts.

She was just joking with you, right? She hadn't really been thinking about doing…that…with you. Had she?

“Great segment, love. Training tomorrow at 9?” She asked, sneaking up behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of her voice.

“Y-yeah, that works,” you stuttered.

“You okay, babe? You seem tense,” she said, putting her hands on your shoulders. She began to massage them gently but it didn’t help your nerves.

“Never better; I’ll see you tomorrow!” You said, hurrying away.

You didn’t sleep well that night, worried about training with Rhea. You tried not to let your feelings come to the surface, but she was making it difficult with her lingering touches and tempting whispers.

The following morning you had an extra cup of coffee and made your way to the training area. It seemed as if you were the first one there, even beating Rhea.

You took the opportunity to stretch first, trying to loosen yourself up. You tried to get your mind into the right headspace and didn’t even notice the door opening and closing.

You jumped when you felt hands on your hips.

“Need some help warming up?” The accented voice asked from behind you.

“Jesus, Rhea! You gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry, sweetheart; I did say hello when I walked in. Seems like your mind was somewhere else though,” she said with a hint of a smirk.

“Wonder why that is,” you mumbled, going back to your stretching.

She stood across from you and began stretching as well. You tried not to look at her but you couldn’t help it; she was way too gorgeous.

“I was thinking we could spar today,” she suggested, looking at you up and down.

“Sounds good to me,” you shrugged. You and Rhea had very different styles so it was beneficial to go up against one another.

The first couple rounds she took it easy on you and you could tell which only frustrated you more. You tried your best to get the upper hand but to no avail. Eventually, she pinned you, throwing your legs over her shoulders and grinding her hips into your ass as was her infamous pinning style.

“Are you even trying?” She asked, letting you up.

“Of course I’m trying!” You argued.

“How about we raise the stakes a bit, hm?”

“What did you have in mind?” You asked.

“For every pin, you take off a piece of clothing,” she answered. You must’ve misheard her.

“You can’t be serious; anyone could walk in!”

“I booked it just for us for the next hour. No one’s going to interrupt,” she replied. You thought it over for a minute- why the hell not? Worst case she gets some more material to tease you with.

“Fine, you’re on.”

“Really? I’m surprised you agreed,” she chuckled.

“Why’s that?”

“You always seem so uptight is all,” she said.

“I’m not uptight!” You shrieked. How dare she?

“Really? What is it then? Do I make you nervous?” She asked, stalking toward you. You swallowed hard and tried to stand tall.

“No, no you don’t,” you lied.

“Then let’s go.”

She looked at you like a predator looks at their prey before digging in. You squared up and you were determined to win. You fought harder than before, finding strength deep within. You wanted to prove yourself.

You finally got behind her and rolled her into a pin. It wasn’t the best but it did the trick.

“So do I get to pick what you take off?” You smirked. She rolled her eyes and took off her shirt leaving her in her sports bra. It was nothing new- sometimes she would workout in just that.

She quickly rushed at you, taking you off guard. She folded you in half, pinning your shoulders in under a minute.

“Don’t let yourself get distracted.”

You threw your shirt out of the ring and shook it off. If that’s how she wanted to play then so be it.

You pulled out all of your best moves but she was stronger and got the upper hand. She pinned you again and pointed to your leggings.

“Need any help getting them off?” She said with a smirk.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you mumbled angrily. You were left in your bra and underwear.

“That’s fine; I’ll take the next ones off with my teeth.” Her words set your core on fire, but you couldn’t let her play mind games with you.

You faked her out so you could run to the opposite side and climb the ropes. You jumped off without thinking, your legs landing over her shoulders. Your goal was to take her down, but she caught you easily. She looked up at you from between your thighs and you knew you were in trouble.

“Rhea, no!” You shouted before she slammed you to the mat. Your body bounced once before she was pinning you down.

“Decisions, decisions,” she said, running a finger down the length of your body, snagging on your panties and snapping them back.

You couldn’t move; one- because you were still reeling from that slam and two- because you were nervous now.

“My socks!” You said, remembering they technically counted.

“You’re no fun,” she sighed. “Next one, these are mine.” She grabbed your ass before pulling on your panties.

“If you get that far,” you snapped. She started to reply but you attacked her. You threw out every move you knew and eventually had her on her back. You resorted to sitting on her chest and finally pinned her.

“Pants. Now.”

“Sheesh, you’re bossy when you want something,” she sighed. She took off her pants and threw them at you, taking the distraction to rush you. You dodged her attack, however, and were the one on the offensive.

After minutes of back and forth, you were starting to fall behind. You managed to trip her, not your finest moment, but it allowed you to set up your finisher.

You pinned her with a victorious smile on your face. She scowled at you but wasted no time in pulling off her bra. Your jaw dropped at the sight before you. You certainly didn’t think this through- how could you focus now??

The answer was: you couldn’t. Rhea grabbed you and easily picked you up. She threw you on the ropes and when you bounced off she clotheslined you. She didn’t even bother pinning you, she just yanked off your underwear.

“Hey-“ you were cut off by her lips on yours. The kiss feverish and long overdue. You surrendered to her without a challenge, letting her hands roam your body. You pawed at her underwear, hinting for her to take them off.

“Nah, not so fast. You haven’t earned that yet,” she chuckled. You started to pout and she wrapped a hand around your throat. “You think you deserve my pussy?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Poor baby,” she sighed. “Don’t worry, love. You’ll get it. I’ve just been dying to taste you and I can’t wait.”

Her hand left your throat and she wrapped them around your thighs, pulling them open. She sunk down between them and licked her lips.

“I can see how wet you are and I haven’t even done anything,” she chuckled. “Or do you just like it that much when I throw you around?”

You didn’t answer so she slapped your cunt.

“Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, I like it when you throw me around,” you said.

“Thought so,” she said before turning back to your pussy. She licked a thick strip up your center before focusing her attack on your clit. She had your head spinning and she had barely even begun.

Her fingers were digging into your hips as she held you in place. She ate you like a woman starved. No one had ever made you feel like that before and it had you chasing your high within minutes.

She circled your clit with her tongue before dipping it into you and fucking you with it. You started to grind your face against her and she moaned. She went back to sucking on your clit and it was enough to send you over the edge.

Her name spilled from your lips effortlessly, praising her over and over again. She slowed down, licking through your folds one more time before pulling away.

“Fuck, I wish I had my strap with me. I’d fucking destroy you,” she chuckled, watching you come undone before her. “Maybe that’ll be your reward if we win on Saturday. How does that sound?”

She crawled back up your body and kissed you. She bit down on your lip making you whimper.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, that sounds good. Please,” you begged.

“Such a good girl for Mami,” she smiled sweetly. She sat up and pulled her underwear off. “I think you’ve earned this now.”

She sat back and you eagerly laid down in front of her. You got comfortable before teasing your tongue through her folds. You were gentle, barely even touching her. You knew it would piss her off, and you were right.

“We’re not gonna play this game, love,” she growled before fisting a hand in your hair. She pulled you flush with her pussy and began to fuck herself against your face. You lapped at her pussy greedily and you had her a moaning mess almost instantly.

She slowed down and let you take the lead but didn’t loosen her grip on your hair.

You toyed with her clit before dipping into her entrance.

“Fuck, love. You’re doing such a good job,” she moaned. “You like when Mami fucks herself on your tongue?”

“Fuck, yes,” you answered eagerly.

She began to move her hips again in rhythm with your movements. She threw her head back and let herself get lost in the moment. Before you knew it, she was cumming on your tongue. You let her fuck your face as long as she needed to ride out your high. Plus, your name on her lips sounded too good to stop.

When she finally released you, you quickly crawled into her lap and pulled her in for a kiss. The taste of the both of you danced on your tongues. You were grinding on her lap and it made her laugh.

“Such a desperate little thing,” she teased. “I think our time is almost up, how about we take this back to my room?”

You simply nodded before throwing your clothes back on as quickly as possible. Rhea led you back to her room where she proved just how much you loved her throwing you around.

Saturday night came along rather quick, the crowd booing as your entrance played. You stood at the top of the ramp next to Rhea as she leaned down per usual.

“Just remember what your reward is if we win.”

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[ddejavvu]

Seeing Aaron for the first time with the fbi vest on 👀 the vest stays ON 😉

just know i wanted this to have the same energy as the scene where derek gets shot and he flashes his bandaged abs at penelope and she just pets them like 😵

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The door clicks shut behind you, soft and smooth. It's a sound you're well accustomed to now, and not even the soft sizzle of the oil in your frying pan can trick you into ignoring it. You've got a trained ear for the click, because it means that Aaron's home.

He closes the door near-silently because he's nervous about waking Jack up. Even though it's mid-afternoon, old habits die hard.

As it happens, today is a day that Jack naps. He's passed out, spread starfish over your bed, head on Aaron's pillow and leg thrown over one of yours. You'd run him ragged at the playground today, and you're using the down time to make yourself some stir-fry.

"Aaron," You call, your voice a soft hum so that it doesn't disturb Jack from the other room, "In the kitchen."

"Hi, honey." He murmurs, arms slipping around you from behind, "Early day today, we just helped the local PD with an arrest. They needed a door-breaker, and Morgan is legend. 'Figured I'd let everyone off early to get some lunch."

You let out a soft laugh at the mention of his bulky agent, you'd recommend him for the job, too. You turn your head to press your lips sloppily against his, an awkward angle but a sweet gesture. He reciprocates as best he can, eyes fluttering shut.

"Jack here?" Aaron inquires after you part, nose tucked into your neck.

"Yeah," You hum, eyes on your stir-fry as it sizzles, though you're leaning into Aaron practically hard enough to knock him down, "He's napping. I wore him out at the park."

"Good job," Aaron chuckles, squeezing your waist. He makes to toe off his shoes by the door, but when he separates from you a soft rrrip is heard, one that strikes fear into your heart for the pretty blouse you're wearing.

"What-?" You peer down, expecting to see a hole in your shirt. Instead, you catch a thick black strap that hangs off of Aaron's chest, in fact, there's several, lining up and down his- oh, fuck.

He's wearing his bulletproof vest. The dark grey material molds tight to his abdomen, straps stretching around his torso. It only adds heft to his build, something that makes your mouth water. If Aaron notices any drool, he attributes it to the smell of the stir-fry on the stove.

"You..." You reach out to brush your finger over the bottom of the vest, "You brought home your vest?"

"Kind of forgot about it," He shrugs, watching the cloudy look in your eyes, "Everything okay?"

"Mhm," You hum casually, "Yeah that's- this is more than okay. It's... is this something you wear a lot?"

"Uh, every time I think someone might have a gun," He chuckles bewilderedly, "What is up with you?"

"Nothing." You breathe, looking up at him dazedly. He's staring at you, entirely unconvinced, but he doesn't have time to drill you any more when you take hold of his chin, dragging him into a kiss.

If he's surprised, he doesn't show it. You feel his hands encase your cheeks, pulling you closer even if your hands are doing so around his sides. You brace your palms against his vest, feeling the way that it gives him an extra layer of stomach, like a muscle of it's own, always flexed.

"Not that I'm-" Aaron speaks, but his words muffle when you keep pressing incessant kisses to his bottom lip, "-complaining, but- what is this about?"

"You look damn good in that vest, Hotchner." You purr, stir-fry the last thing on your mind as your thigh comes up to stick to his side, "Jack's asleep on our bed, just take me here."

"Uh, wow." His eyes widen, not negatively so, though, as a laugh escapes his throat. You're tempted to swallow it, but you're more focused on his neck, now, nipping down the heated skin.

"First of all," He reaches forward to turn off the stove, nudging the pan onto a back burner, "Sex would be unpleasant in a burning building. And second," He grips your thigh in one hand, fingers digging roughly into your flesh so that it bulges between his fingers, "The kitchen counter won't be comfortable for you. Let's do the couch instead, honey."

[seastarblue]

Writemas Day Nineteen!

BIG ONE YAY

ft ice skating, the Duo Ever (Kai n Fel as like 17 year olds) and glamour wearing off! yay!

the prompts for today!

the ones I used:

setting: festival (a little one 😌)

feeling: the bite of icy air

“He lost himself in the moment, he lost all thoughts of logic, of warning, of danger, and let himself be, living only for the moment.” (But like. Heavily edited. Which is on par for how I’ve been doing these 😭)

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“Ah, c’mon, Kaids,” Felix called behind him. “We’re gonna be late!”

“I’m coming, wait!” Kaiden replied, shrugging a light shawl over her shoulders. The days in the capital had gotten colder, and while they were never freezing like in Daeryn, Kaiden still felt chilly. Snow fluttered down onto the streets, light and gentle, and never overbearing.

The snow wouldn’t stop the little festival from happening, however. Crossing over many, many bridges, and climbing many, many ladders, the two teens eventually made their way to one of the city plazas. Kaiden had never been to this specific one; it was far from the trainee housing, and she really had no need to stray far from it. Felix had convinced her to come along, saying something about a surprise he had to show her. The strange boy was always full of surprises, Kaiden knew. Most of which were naught but harmless fun.

The plazas were normally beautiful, being the centerpieces of the Vespar, but this one was simply magnificent—the decor was sparse, yet tasteful, the snow adding a gentle ambiance to the area. Kaiden filled with warmth at the familiar sight. She’d never been here before, but it reminded her of Daeryn, with its simplistic style and homely charm.

What caught Kaiden’s attention was the giant circular ice… thing nestled in the center. A simple railing lined its edges, where some people were fastening their shoes, and on the actual circle people glided along the ice, graceful as birds.

“So?” Felix asked, bouncing from foot to foot. His dark brown eyes sparkled with excitement, much like a mirror to Kaiden’s own.

“What are they doing…?”

“It’s called ice skating! This,” he replied, sweeping a hand over the skaters, “is the rink!”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, they came up with them a few years back. People just liked them enough, I guess.” he explained. “But the winter’s not cold enough in the rest of Vespar to keep the ice solid. That’s why Liaba has the only rink!”

Kaiden shivered a bit, courtesy of the frigid winds that blew behind her. It was cold, she agreed. Though perhaps it was because of the sheer height of the mountain, much higher than the rest of the city. She glanced to her right, the small sign reading ‘Liaba Ridge’. Now she had a name to put to the place.

“Well… let’s get going?” she asked. She had to admit, she felt like a giddy schoolgirl at the prospect of ice skating.

Felix only smiled and pulled her along.

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“…let me go over this again. You need to—ACK KAI NO!”

Kaiden fell flat on her backside. For the sixth time. She felt sore. And slightly paranoid, what with the literal blades strapped to her shoes.

Felix sighed. “You gotta let yourself move forward, Kaids.” He helped her up, got her hand on the railing, and pushed off to give her a demonstration.

He was graceful as ever, sailing across the ice in a simple straight line. After a few moments, he turned around again and emphasized his movements, shouting so that Kaiden could hear him. “See, it’s push, then glide, then push, then glide. Easy!”

Kaiden was skeptical, but she decided to let him return to her before she started her own push-glides. She started, steady and slow, with Felix standing near her for moral support.

She repeated Felix’s advice like a mantra. ‘Push, glide, push, glide…’ All was well, for a few moments. Then Kaiden slipped and fell for the seventh time.

She stayed seated on the ice, a small frown plastered on her face. “Felix, I don’t think I’m going to get this down anytime soon.”

“Aw, no, you’ll get it soon enough! These things take time, yknow?” He crouched down next to her, patting her shoulder. “You should have seen me a few years back, I was awful…” he made a face, greatly exaggerated, to try and cheer her up.

Kaiden’s face softened, but she still wasn’t convinced. “I think I’ll take a break. Over there.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Have your fun, Fel.” She got up, accidentally pressing Felix’s back in pursuit of a support. He winced.

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He led—or rather pushed and pulled—her to the railing. She leaned back on it, and off Felix went.

The ice near them was completely empty, the other skaters opting to stay on the other side of the rink, away from the stumbling newbie. So, instead of people-watching, Kaiden opted to Felix-watch.

As she observed, Felix’s movements became more loose, his expression softer, somehow. He never once seemed upset with her, during all their outings, but now he seemed… at peace. More serene. She liked it. But, at the same time, she wondered why he felt calmer now.

As he skated, he seemed to lose himself in the moment. Like nothing mattered. Not danger—as if there was any—not logic, nor the world around him. Just him, the ice, and the icy air biting at the residents of the rink.

Then, something changed. Felix himself changed. His jacket, originally covering his back, morphed away to reveal a diamond-shaped cutout, and from it emerged silvery insect wings. They glittered, mirroring the ice underneath him, and it took her breath away.

The moment shattered when his eyes—now a pale grey—met her star-struck ones, and he looked positively horrified.

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In the Space Between Us: Chapter 16

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: In their first month apart, Gabby and Glen navigate the challenges of long-distance as she settles into college life and he dives into filming his new role. Gabby immerses herself in classes and coursework, but reminders of Glen pull her thoughts back to him throughout the day. Meanwhile, Glen struggles to find his rhythm on set, the distance between them heavier than he expected. As their busy schedules make it harder to stay connected, frustration and longing set in, but small gestures remind them both that they can get through the time and distance apart.

Word Count: 5.3k

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Gabby stepped off the plane, greeted by the chaos of LAX—the hum of engines, the hurried steps of travelers dragging suitcases, and the tinny voice of announcements echoing overhead. Normally, the energy of the city felt alive to her, buzzing with opportunity, but today it felt cold. Distant. Like it was waiting to swallow her whole.

She clutched the strap of her bag tightly as she made her way through the terminal, her eyes scanning the crowded space but not really seeing any of it. All she could think about was how quiet the past week had been—quiet in a way that felt peaceful. The Texas breeze, the sound of Glen’s laughter carrying across the ranch, the warmth of his arms around her. Now, it all felt a million miles away.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she glanced down at the message.

KAYLA: “We’re waiting outside by the Southwest pickup. See you soon!” 

Gabby quickly replied, her fingers stiff from the cool air-conditioning in the terminal. 

GABBY: On my way out now.

As she approached the sliding glass doors, the noise intensified—the blaring horns of impatient drivers, engines revving, and the occasional shout from someone waving down a rideshare. The air was warm and heavy, a stark contrast to the crispness of Texas mornings. 

Gabby spotted Kayla and Tanner’s car idling by the curb, Kayla leaning out of the passenger window with a wide grin and a wave.

“Welcome back!” Kayla called as Gabby slid into the backseat. Tanner turned around briefly from the driver’s seat, his usual easygoing smile in place.

“Missed you,” he said. “How was Texas? Did you saddle up and ride off into the sunset with Glen?”

Gabby managed a small smile, pulling her seatbelt across her chest. “Not quite, but it was amazing. I didn’t want to leave.”

“Well, duh,” Kayla said, twisting in her seat to face Gabby. “A week in Texas with Glen? That man was made for cowboy boots and open skies.” She nudged Tanner. “We really need to go back to visit his ranch someday.”

“Yeah, yeah. He wants us to come down for a Longhorns game this fall. I’ll talk to him and see if we can plan something,” Tanner stated.

Gabby barely registered their banter, her mind slipping back to the memory of Glen standing in the drop off lane of the airport as she walked away, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and that forced grin he always gave her when he was trying to be strong. She’d sent him a quick text before boarding her flight, and now, as Tanner merged onto the freeway, she opened her phone again to type another: 

GABBY: Just landed. Kayla and Tanner are driving me back to my apartment. Miss you already.

She stared at the message for a moment before pressing send. Almost immediately, the three little dots appeared on the screen, and her heart skipped a beat.

GLEN: Miss you too. Let me know when you get home safe. Love you.

Her throat tightened, and she quickly locked her phone, tucking it into her bag as if that might somehow make it easier to hold herself together.

“So, how’s Glen doing?” Kayla asked, glancing back at her.

“He’s good,” Gabby said softly. “He starts filming tomorrow, so he’s getting ready for that. He’s excited, but…” She hesitated, unsure how much to say.

“But what?” Kayla pressed.

“It’s just… it’s going to be a long couple of months,” Gabby admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey, you two are solid,” Tanner said, his tone reassuring. “I mean, you survived the whole long-distance thing before this when he was on that press tour, right? This is just another bump in the road.”

Gabby nodded, forcing a smile she didn’t quite feel. “Yeah.”

But she couldn’t help but think it wasn’t the same. The press tour only lasted a few weeks and he had breaks in between in Los Angeles. The most they were apart was five or six days. But this time around was different. Glen would be filming and since they would be on opposite coasts it didn’t really make sense for him to fly out for a night here or a night there just to go back the next day.

She hugged Tanner and Kayla goodbye, thanking them for the ride before heading upstairs to her apartment. The familiar space felt emptier than usual, and as she set her suitcase down by the door, the silence pressed in around her.

Gabby slipped off her shoes by the door, the soft padding of her socks muffled against the hardwood floor. She let out a slow breath, setting her keys and bag on the counter, when a familiar sound broke the silence—a quiet, inquisitive meow.

Turning toward the living room, she spotted Willow perched on the armrest of the couch, her fluffy tail flicking lazily as she studied Gabby with her wide green eyes.

“Hey, sweet girl,” Gabby said softly, crouching down and patting the edge of the couch. “Come here, I missed you.”

Willow didn’t make her usual show of hesitation, where she would sit and stare as if debating whether or not Gabby was worthy of her attention. Instead, she hopped down gracefully and padded over, brushing her soft fur against Gabby’s legs before leaping into her lap.

Gabby smiled, running her hand gently down Willow’s back. “Were you good while I was gone? Did Mrs. Keller spoil you?” she asked, thinking of her elderly neighbor who had kindly agreed to watch over Willow while she was in Texas.

The cat purred in response, her contentment vibrating under Gabby’s touch. For a moment, the loneliness that had been gnawing at her since leaving Texas eased.

As she scratched behind Willow’s ears, her thoughts drifted to Glen. Gabby chuckled softly, remembering how Willow, who normally regarded anyone besides Gabby as a nuisance at best and an intruder at worst, had immediately warmed to him.

The first time Glen had come over, Gabby had braced herself for the inevitable hissing or indifference, already preparing an apology. But to her surprise, Willow had cautiously approached him, sniffed his outstretched hand, and then plopped down beside him on the couch as though he’d been a part of their little household for years.

Gabby smiled at the memory, a warmth spreading through her chest. She had teased him about it for days afterward, but in truth, it had only made her fall for him harder. Glen wasn’t just good with people—he had a way of making anyone, even a notoriously standoffish cat, feel at ease.

Now, sitting in her empty apartment with Willow curled in her lap, the absence of Glen felt even sharper. She ran her fingers through Willow’s fur, her mind wandering back to their last kiss at the airport and the way he’d promised her that it wouldn’t always be like this.

“I wish you were here,” she whispered, more to herself than to Willow, though the cat flicked her ears as if she understood.

Gabby leaned back against the couch, letting the steady rhythm of Willow’s purring fill the quiet room. She knew the next few weeks would be busy, with school starting and Glen diving into his new project. But even with all the distractions, she wasn’t sure anything could truly make her stop counting down the days until she saw him again.

After a while, Gabby gently lifted Willow off her lap, murmuring a soft apology as the cat gave a groggy chirp of protest. She set her on the couch and stretched, the quiet hum of her apartment already beginning to feel stifling.

With a sigh, Gabby turned to her suitcase, still sitting by the door, and unzipped it. She pulled out a small pile of clothes, sorting them into two piles: one for laundry and one for the closet. Her mind wandered as she worked, replaying snippets of her week with Glen—the way he’d kissed her forehead every morning, how his laughter had echoed across the ranch, the way he’d held her so tightly their last night together.

Reaching the bottom of her suitcase, Gabby paused, her hands brushing against something she didn’t recognize. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she pulled out a flannel shirt. She held it up, immediately recognizing the worn fabric and faint woodsy scent that clung to it. Glen’s flannel.

“Oh, Glen,” she whispered, shaking her head.

But that wasn’t all. Beneath the flannel was a folded Texas Longhorns T-shirt she’d seen him wear during their trip and a gray sweatshirt that was unmistakably his. She grinned, already picturing the smirk on his face when he’d decided to sneak them into her bag.

As she laid the items on the counter, something else fell out of the flannel—a small envelope, tucked neatly into the breast pocket. Gabby’s heart skipped a beat as she picked it up. Her name was scrawled across the front in Glen’s familiar handwriting.

With trembling fingers, she slid her thumb under the flap and pulled out a folded piece of paper. The scent of his cologne clung faintly to it, and she felt a lump rise in her throat as she unfolded the letter.

The handwriting was slightly uneven, as though he’d written it quickly, but the words were unmistakably Glen.

Gabby,

I know how much you hate goodbyes, and if I’m honest, I hate them too. But this isn’t really goodbye—it’s just “see you later.”

I can’t tell you how much I loved having you at the ranch this week. Seeing you there—happy, relaxed, and so effortlessly you—it was like every piece of my world finally made sense. It feels impossible to put into words how much you mean to me, but I’ll try.

You’ve got my heart, Gabby. Every piece of it. And no matter how far apart we are, no matter how long it takes for us to see each other again, that won’t ever change. You’re it for me. I know it with everything I’ve got.

So while we’re apart, remember that. Hold on to it, even on the hard days. And when you’re missing me, just know that I’m missing you just as much. I’m counting down the days until I can hold you in my arms again.

I love you more than words can say, Gabs. Always. - Glen

Gabby’s vision blurred as she finished reading, her tears splashing onto the page. She clutched the letter to her chest, her heart aching with both the pain of his absence and the overwhelming love she felt for him.

She wiped at her cheeks, letting out a watery laugh as she glanced over at Willow. The cat had wandered over to the pile of Glen’s clothes, circling them with purpose. Finally, Willow plopped down on the Texas Longhorns T-shirt, her small body curling into a tight ball.

Gabby sniffled, shaking her head as Willow let out a soft meow and turned her gaze toward the door. It was almost as if the cat was waiting for Glen to walk through it.

“I know, girl,” Gabby murmured, stroking Willow’s back. “I miss him too.”

The apartment felt quieter than ever as Gabby leaned back against the counter, her gaze drifting toward the door. She clutched Glen’s sweatshirt to her chest, inhaling his familiar scent as she whispered, “Sixty-five days.”

Later that night, Gabby slipped into bed, the cool sheets feeling foreign after a week of sharing warmth and space with Glen. She tugged his sweatshirt over her head, the soft fabric and familiar scent bringing a small measure of comfort. It hung loose on her frame, the sleeves far too long, but she didn’t care. It was Glen’s, and for now, it was the closest she could get to having him near.

Willow hopped onto the bed and curled up at Gabby’s feet, her faint purring filling the quiet of the room. Gabby reached down to scratch behind her ears, but her mind was elsewhere—back in Texas, in Glen’s arms, where she wanted to be more than anything.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and her heart leapt at the sight of Glen’s name on the screen. She swiped to answer, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice carrying both relief and longing.

“Hey, beautiful,” Glen replied, his warm, familiar drawl melting the edges of her sadness. “Figured I’d call before you fell asleep.”

“I’m glad you did,” Gabby admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been...a quiet night.”

“Yeah,” Glen said after a pause, his own tone quieter than usual. “It’s been strange not having you around.”

Gabby bit her lip, her throat tightening. She didn’t want to cry—not again. “Willow misses you too,” she said, forcing a small laugh. “She’s been lying on that Longhorns T-shirt you snuck into my bag. I tried putting it away, and she threw a full-on tantrum. I think she thinks it’s hers now.”

Glen’s laugh rumbled through the speaker, low and genuine, and Gabby’s chest ached at the sound.

“That cat, I swear,” he said, a smile evident in his voice. “You want me to send her another shirt? She can have her own Glen t-shirt if she needs it.”

“She’d love that. I think she’s got it in her head that you’re coming back any minute. She keeps staring at the door like she’s waiting for you.”

The silence stretched between them for a moment, heavy with unspoken emotion.

“I miss you,” Glen said finally, his voice softer now.

“I miss you too,” Gabby replied, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. “It’s only been nine hours, but it already feels...so far.”

“I know, sweetheart. I feel it too,” he said. “But it won’t always be like this. We’ll get through it. You and me.”

She nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. “You and me. Sixty-five days,” she whispered, clutching the phone tightly.

“Sixty-five days,” Glen echoed. “And I’m counting down every one of them.”

Another pause, this one filled with the weight of everything they wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for.

“You should try to get some sleep,” Glen said gently. “You’ve got a big day tomorrow, first day of classes and all.”

“I will,” Gabby said, though she didn’t feel the least bit tired. “You too. You’ve got a big day on set.”

“I’ll try,” he said with a small chuckle, though it lacked its usual warmth.

“I love you, Glen,” Gabby whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I love you too, Gabby. So much,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“Goodnight,” she said, her chest tightening as she forced herself to hang up.

“Goodnight,” Glen replied, his voice lingering in her ears even after the call ended.

Gabby set the phone back on her nightstand, her hand lingering on it for a moment before she turned off the light. She pulled Glen’s sweatshirt closer, burying her face in the collar as tears slipped silently down her cheeks.

Willow shifted closer, curling against her side, and Gabby closed her eyes, letting the steady rhythm of the cat’s purring soothe her. It was going to be a long sixty-five days, but for now, she held on to the memory of Glen’s voice, his laughter, and the promise of the next time they’d be together.

* * * *

The following week, Gabby threw herself into her classes, her days filling quickly with lectures, assignments, and the bustling chaos of campus life. The familiar rhythms of academia were comforting, a structured escape from the ache of missing Glen, but no matter how busy she was, thoughts of him lingered at the edges of her mind.

Sitting in her first lecture of the day, Gabby listened to her professor discuss the syllabus and upcoming projects. She diligently took notes, but her gaze drifted out the window, where the sunlight streaming through the trees reminded her of the lazy mornings she’d spent with Glen on his ranch. She could almost hear his voice, teasing her for not being a morning person, and the memory brought a faint smile to her face before reality pulled her back.

Between classes, she stopped by a campus café to grab a coffee. As she stood in line, the buzz of conversations around her blurred into the background until a pair of students ahead of her mentioned Glen’s name.

“Did you see his new movie? Glen Powell looks so good in it,” one of them said, holding her phone up to show the screen. "That rain scene with the t-shirt!"

Gabby’s breath caught, her heart skipping a beat. She wanted to lean in, to hear more, but she forced herself to stay still, clutching her bag tighter.

They didn’t know he was her Glen, and part of her liked it that way—a small, private corner of her world that belonged only to the two of them.

She tried to brush it off, but the mention of his name stayed with her as she walked to her next class. She wondered if he was thinking about her too, if he missed her as much as she missed him.

Later that day, as she sat in the library with her laptop open and notes scattered across the table, her focus wavered again. A faint scent of leather from a nearby student’s jacket brought her back to Glen’s truck, the way the seats smelled faintly of leather and pine. She remembered sitting beside him as they drove through the Texas countryside, the windows down and his hand resting casually on her knee.

Shaking her head, Gabby forced herself to refocus on the assignment in front of her. It wasn’t like her to daydream, but Glen had a way of slipping into her thoughts when she wasn't even trying to think about him.

Across the country, Glen was finding it harder than expected to settle into his new role. The first week of filming for the Hulu series had started with the usual buzz of excitement—a new character to embody, a new world to step into. But something felt off.

Standing on set in full costume—a padded football jersey and cleats that clinked against the asphalt—he adjusted his helmet under his arm and waited for the next take. One of his co-stars cracked a joke, and Glen chuckled politely, but his heart wasn’t in it.

“Alright, let’s reset and try it again,” the director called from behind the monitor. Glen nodded.

This wasn’t like him. Normally, by the second take, he’d be in the zone, delivering lines with ease and instinctively hitting his marks. But today, every movement felt stiff, every line he delivered a beat off from the director’s vision. He ran a hand through his damp hair, frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

“Take five,” the director said, waving them off. “Glen, let’s loosen it up a bit, alright? Remember, this guy’s cocky but with a soft side. He’s not a robot.”

Glen nodded again, managing a tight smile as he walked off the field and toward the trailers. He grabbed a bottle of water and collapsed into a folding chair beneath a shade tent. The sound of crew members shouting instructions and adjusting equipment faded into the background as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

He unlocked it without thinking, his thumb automatically scrolling to his photo gallery. There she was—Gabby. Smiling, sunlight catching in her hair as she leaned against the fence at his ranch. It was a candid shot he’d taken just a few days ago, her cheeks pink from laughing at something he’d said.

Glen stared at the photo for a long moment, his chest tightening. He missed her more than he wanted to admit. The ache was a dull throb, but it was always there, just beneath the surface.

Switching to his messages, he reread her latest text.

GABBY: Made it to campus! First class was a little overwhelming, but I’m settling in. Miss you already.

He missed her too. More than words could say. He started to type a reply, hesitated, then erased it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her—he just didn’t want to admit that he was struggling-or how much he was struggling.

Gabby was always so strong, diving headfirst into everything she did. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry about him when she was busy adjusting to her own new chapter of life.

The sound of the assistant director calling everyone back to set jolted him from his thoughts. Glen shoved his phone back into his pocket and stood, rolling his shoulders as he walked back to the field.

“You good, Powell?” one of the crew members asked, clapping him on the back.

“Yeah,” Glen replied, forcing a grin. “Just shaking off the rust.”

But as he lined up for another take, the image of Gabby’s face lingered in his mind, her smile anchoring him even as the world around him demanded his full attention.

* * * *

The first few days apart were filled with constant texts, late-night phone calls, and photo updates that made it feel like they were still sharing their lives with each other, even from miles away. Gabby would send Glen snapshots of her campus, the stack of books she was tackling, or even a selfie of her and Willow curled up on the couch. Glen, in turn, sent her pictures from the set—behind-the-scenes shots of his costume or goofy selfies with his castmates.

But as the weeks passed and their schedules grew busier, the steady rhythm they’d fallen into started to waver.

One evening, after a long day of classes and homework, Gabby curled up on her bed, clutching her phone. She typed out a message to Glen, trying to keep it light even though her chest ached with how much she missed him.

GABBY: Hope filming’s going well today. Willow still isn’t budging off your shirt—starting to think she’s claimed it for good. Miss you. Can’t wait to hear your voice tonight.

She stared at the screen for a moment before hitting send, her heart fluttering slightly at the thought of him reading it.

But hours passed with no reply. The little "delivered" notification sat there like a mocking reminder of the distance between them.

By the time Glen finished his last scene of the day, the set lights had been dimmed and the crew was packing up. Exhausted, he pulled out his phone and saw Gabby’s message. His heart twisted with guilt as he read it, knowing she’d been waiting for him to reply.

GLEN: Miss you too. Sorry I couldn’t text sooner. Today’s been nonstop. Hope you’re dreaming sweet dreams. Love you.

But when he hit send, he knew she wouldn’t see it until the morning. A glance at the clock confirmed it—it was well past midnight in L.A. He ran a hand over his face, the weight of the day settling heavily on his shoulders.

This wasn’t the first time it had happened. The past few days had been a cycle of missed texts and voicemail tags, with their busy schedules pulling them in opposite directions. Gabby would text him during breaks between her classes, only for Glen to miss them while he was on set. He’d call her after wrapping up a day of filming, only to find she’d already fallen asleep after a long evening of studying.

Neither of them blamed the other, but the distance was starting to feel heavier with each missed connection.

The next morning, Gabby woke to the soft buzz of her phone. She smiled faintly at Glen’s reply, but the ache in her chest hadn’t subsided. She tapped out a quick response as she got ready for class, her fingers lingering over the keyboard before hitting send.

GABBY: It’s okay, I know you’re busy. Hope today’s a little easier for you. Love you too.

Glen read her text during his first break of the day, the guilt gnawing at him again. He wanted to call her, to hear her voice and tell her how much she meant to him. But there wasn’t time. The assistant director was already motioning for him to come back to set.

The next evening, Gabby curled up on her bed, her laptop and books shoved to the far corner of her comforter. A single lamp cast a warm glow over the room, and Willow lay sprawled across Glen’s Longhorns T-shirt, purring faintly as Gabby scrolled aimlessly through her phone.

Her chest eased with relief when Glen’s name finally popped up on her screen. She didn’t even hesitate before answering.

“Hey,” she greeted softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Glen’s voice rumbled back, deep and familiar in a way that sent warmth straight to her chest. There was something soothing about hearing him—like everything else faded for a little while. “I was worried I’d missed you again.”

“You almost did,” Gabby teased, pulling her knees to her chest. “I was this close to falling asleep.”

Glen chuckled on the other end, the sound like a balm for her nerves. “Glad I caught you, then. How’s your day been?”

“Long,” she admitted, leaning back against the pillows. “Classes were a lot, and I have a paper due next week, but I’m managing. How about you? How’s set?”

He sighed, and she could picture him running a hand through his hair. “Better today. I finally nailed a scene I’d been struggling with all week. Guess I just needed to get out of my own head.”

“I’m sure you nailed it,” Gabby said softly, and she meant it.

There was a beat of quiet, the kind that felt comfortable and heavy at the same time. She took a deep breath and noticed that the faint smell of Glen was now completely gone from the sweatshirt. Now it just smelled like her laundry detergent.

Finally, she broke it with a soft laugh, trying to keep things light. “I think I’ve worn your shirts too many times.”

“What?” Glen asked, amused. “How’s that possible?”

“They don’t smell like you anymore,” she admitted, a sheepish grin on her face. “It’s like they’ve finally given the scent up.”

Glen laughed, a real, rich sound that made her smile widen. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

“No,” she teased back. “We really can’t.”

“Guess I’ll just have to send you some fresh ones,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Make sure Willow gets a new nest, too.”

Gabby glanced down at the cat curled up on the shirt. “She’ll appreciate that. She’s spoiled, you know. You did that.”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault your cat loves me?”

“Yes, she literally hates everyone but you.” Gabby said simply, laughing when Glen let out a dramatic groan.

They fell quiet again, but this time it wasn’t awkward or strained—it was just them. Together, in their own way, even with the distance. Gabby felt her chest tighten as she rested her head against her knees.

“I miss you, Glen,” she whispered, the words soft but full of meaning.

“I miss you too,” he replied, just as quietly. “More than I can explain.”

Her eyes burned as she swallowed hard. “How long until I see you again?”

“Thirty-nine days. But I’m hoping it will be sooner than that,” he said, his voice gentle but sure. “I promise I'll come see you as soon as I can.”

She closed her eyes, clinging to his words like a lifeline. “Okay.”

In her mind, thirty-nine days felt like a life sentence. The twenty-six days it had been since she’d last seen him felt like forever.

“I should let you go so you can get some rest,” Glen said after a moment, his voice a little rough around the edges. “You sound tired.”

“I am,” she admitted. “But I didn’t want to miss talking to you.”

"I'm glad I got to talk to you tonight," he admitted. "Even if it's just a quick call, you always make my day better."

Gabby smiled softly as she sank further into the pillows, her heart aching and full all at once. “Goodnight, Glen. Love you.”

“Goodnight, Gabby. Sleep tight, I love you.”

When the call ended, Gabby stared at her phone for a moment longer, the ache of missing him sitting heavy in her chest. But as she pulled on his sweatshirt and curled under the covers, she felt just a little closer to him, his promise lingering in her mind like a gentle whisper.

“Thirty-nine days,” she reminded herself. Thirty-nine days and then she’d be in his arms again.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of Gabby’s apartment as she sat cross-legged on the couch, her laptop balanced on one knee and a textbook open beside her. She absentmindedly chewed on the end of her pen, skimming over notes and trying to focus on her coursework. 

The sudden buzz of her apartment’s call button jolted her out of her daydreams. Gabby frowned, glancing up from her laptop. She wasn’t expecting anyone.

Sliding off the couch, she padded across the room and pressed the intercom button. “Hello?”

“Delivery for Gabby Summers,” a muffled voice crackled through the speaker.

Confusion furrowed her brow. “A delivery?”

“Yep. Package for you.”

Still puzzled, Gabby grabbed her keys and headed downstairs. When she stepped outside, the morning air was crisp, and a man in a navy delivery uniform stood by the door, holding a large bouquet of flowers and a brown gift bag.

“Gabby Summers?”

“That’s me,” she replied, her curiosity growing as she accepted the items. The flowers were gorgeous—full and bright, a mix of soft whites, yellows, and vibrant pinks and oranges.

“Have a good day,” the delivery driver said with a nod before heading back to his van.

“Thanks,” Gabby called after him, still bewildered as she tucked the bag under her arm and carried everything back upstairs.

Once inside, she set the flowers carefully on the kitchen counter, letting the scent of fresh blooms fill the space. She couldn’t help but smile as she admired them, knowing only one person would send something like this.

“Glen,” she murmured softly.

Willow, ever curious, hopped onto the counter and sniffed at the arrangement before turning her green eyes toward the gift bag Gabby had placed beside it.

“Yeah, I’m curious too,” Gabby said, grinning as she pulled the bag toward her.

Reaching inside, her smile grew wider as she pulled out several of her favorite snacks—bags of popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, sour candies—all things Glen knew she loved. But when her hand closed around something unexpected, she paused and pulled it out with a laugh.It was a bottle of cologne.

Willow let out a faint meow, pawing at the bag as though she, too, needed to know what else was inside. Gabby tipped the bag over, and a small folded note slipped out, landing softly on the counter.

Setting the cologne down, Gabby picked up the paper and unfolded it.

Gabby,Thought you could use some of your favorites to get through your studying. And I figured if my shirts aren’t smelling like me anymore, this might help. Just a couple spritzes, and it’ll be like I’m right there with you (and Willow). Miss you like crazy. I’ll talk to you tonight.

—Glen

Gabby pressed the note to her chest, her cheeks aching from how hard she was smiling. “You’re something else, Glen Powell,” she whispered.

Willow let out another small meow, batting at the bottle of cologne until it toppled onto its side.

“Okay, okay,” Gabby laughed, uncapping the bottle. She gave Glen’s Longhorns T-shirt—still Willow’s chosen nest—two light spritzes. The familiar scent filled the room, and Gabby closed her eyes for a moment, feeling like Glen was just a little closer.

When she looked back down, Willow had settled herself even more comfortably into the shirt, her purr audible.

“Figures you’d get dibs,” Gabby teased, scratching behind the cat’s ears.

[one-piece-aus]

Unbottle Your Emotions

Eustass Kid x Reader (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Ahoy, apologies for the delay to get part 3 out, I had written half of first but suddenly became under the weather and was unable to complete it until now. The wait is worth it, this chapter takes the first glimpse of Eustass' POV Enjoy! ^-^

You let out a sigh of relief. Finally in your room. You love your dad but after your internal stress at school today, you didn't want to stick around his current perky self in case his mood changed. You didn't know if you could contain yourself if you weren't able to dodge a bullet.

Rummaging through your closet, you pull out comfy loungewear and change into them. You glance at your phone, thinking of putting on metal music to drown out the world as you fall back onto your bed when a notification goes off. You open it up and it sends your messenger app.

[Leader Eustass Kid] Hey

'Was that what Kid named himself?' You wondered why he put that as his contact name in your phone.

[You] hey

[Leader Eustass Kid] You started writing ideas for the project before we left class, right?

You checked the time, seeing it was still relatively early evening. You didn't expect him to text about the project until late at night or the next day in class. At least he takes initiative, unlike some other classmates you've dealt with in the past.

[You] Yeah, uh- you want me to list 'em out or...?

[Leader Eustass Kid] Yeah send 'em over

Great, that means you had to look over your notes. You scanned around your room, relaxing when you saw your bag sitting by the door, relieved that you had already brought it upstairs with you. Reaching over, you grabbed the strap and flung it onto your lap. You unzipped one compartment and fished out your binder for English, tossing the backpack off your bed now done with it. Flipping through the pages, your fingers brush to the sheet where the rough ideas for what to do for the project. There were only three ideas... you sighed as your typed them over.

[You] Fan letter to the artist a review of the song analysis of the lyrics

[Leader Eustass Kid] Really? That's it?

You frowned your brows and growled, comfortable to do so behind the screen and in the safety of your room.

[You] I didn't have enough time to write more down before the fire alarm rang

'Asshole.' You thought to yourself before quickly typing again to keep up your useful and respectful persona.

[You] We can think of other ideas if you want.

There, now you're not obligated to do all the thinking. If he thought you were gonna do all the thinking yourself without him contributing then he had another-

[Leader Eustass Kid] What if we wrote what we thought of the song

You deadpanned. Technically that fell under review or analysis of the lyrics, you felt the need to correct him, yet you didn't wish to risk making him upset over something so meaningless even if it was over text.

[You] Sure Did you have a song in mind?

[Leader Eustass Kid] No

[You] You wanna do All Star?

You couldn't help but crack a smile. Yeah, you texted it on impulse, probably out of habit of joking with Hawkins.

[Leader Eustass Kid] Fuck no! I'm not doing some meme for a project like strawhat and his brothers

[You] Right

You were tempted to change his display name to "Mr. Serious" or "No Joke Eustass", you opted those thoughts out knowing it wouldn't end well if he saw it.

[Leader Eustass Kid] But you got the right idea of doing one of the classics

[You] I think it would be a good idea to lean toward rock over metal

[Leader Eustass Kid] Why?

[You] In case the teacher wants us to play the song in class

[Leader Eustass Kid] Tf does that have to do with anything?

[You] Well, not every0ne's ears are tuned to metal and they probably wouldn't be able to understand the lyrics

[Leader Eustass Kid] So? Fuck them This ain't about them, this is our project

[You] It'd be easier for Ms. Makino if she needed to listen to the song as she's grading the papers

The message stayed on read for a good five minutes, enough time for worry to crawl and whisper how you messed up into your mind. Anxious joined its friend, suggesting you should skip class tomorrow. You played with the idea until you heard the notification go off and checked it instantly.

[Leader Eustass Kid] Fine

You let out the breath you were unknowingly holding.

[Leader Eustass Kid] But I get to choose the song

[You] Fair enough

You didn't get a text for a while after that, and you figured he was busy looking for a song. Deciding to be productive, you went through your other subjects and progressed on their homework. When pondering the idea of taking a break, your phone notified you. You received a message, you thought maybe Kid found a song. Oh, how unprepared you were.

[Leader Eustass Kid] Is it true you don't have anyone else to hang with?

[You] Why do you care?

You sent that before you realized how aggressive that sounded.

[You] Sorry Sorry, I mean I didn't intend to sound rude, I was just cut off guard with your question

[Leader Eustass Kid] I don't give two shits if you're some brooding teen But that jackass can't be the only one who hangs out with you

[You] You mean Apoo?

[Leader Eustass Kid] Yes, that jackass

[You] Well, there's Hawkins

[Leader Eustass Kid] Oh great, you're friends with him too

[You] We just hang out and Apoo tags along It's better than sitting alone at lunch and being bullied

You could feel the heat in your cheeks while you typed your defence with frowned brows. What does he know? Jerk has a whole ass gang and beats others up, he wouldn't understand your situation. 

"Asshole." You throw your phone at your pillow and roll to face the other way. Your hand comes in contact with a plushie and you punch it off your bed. At least in your room, you're free to let out your anger without worry.

A ping from your phone alerts you he sent another message. You remain lying with a frown, you don't want to keep talking to him, but the thought of him getting angry at you for not responding and berating you for it tomorrow makes you pick up your device. You could at least say you have to go for the evening, at least you were.

[Leader Eustass Kid] You could sit with me and my gang at lunch

Your features soften, a little taken back by his offer. You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure what to make of this. Is he really inviting you to hang out with him, at lunch, with his gang? Your fingers hover over the keyboard.

[You] I'll think about it

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[L/n] I'll think about it

Kid turned off his phone and rubbed the side of his face with his free hand.

He didn't know why he offered. It just felt right. That's what bugged him, why did he feel that way? Is it because you didn't piss him off like other people? No, texting you showed you could bug him if you wanted to...but you did it similar to how his gang did it. Maybe he felt like you were one of his kin, one that has yet to be welcomed home. Was that right though?

He glances at his phone again, feeling the emotions swim, emotions he couldn't pin down to identify. They were almost as puzzling as you were. One moment you were bland, the next you had a sparkle of personality before you seemingly snuffed it out. What was your deal?

...

The parallels between you and his gang, before they joined, wouldn't leave his mind.

He could only hope you'd agree to join them at lunch.

[idontplaytrack]

Hello, I've been reading your fics since I found them recently and I love your writing sm!! I've been wanting to request some smut for AJ Campos, maybe with a strap, possibly during that track race where instead of Paige, AJ is rooming with reader instead at the hotel

✧ Watch You Sleep

AJ Campos x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Oral, fingering, toy use, pet names. Coarse language, drinking

In which reader’s had a lack of sleep lately and when finally alone with her in a room at an away meet, AJ gets creative

“Are you nervous?” AJ asks you quietly, a hand on your thigh.

“Coach says I’d better perform better today otherwise we can say goodbye to placing. How’d Paige get better than me?” You were looking out the window while the bus was driving to the destination.

“Excuse me?” She turned around, startling you.

“I was just saying how you’ve become better than I am at track. Maybe I should quit.”

“What? Ay, no, no, no.” Dylan chimed in, “You love track.”

“Things change, Dylan.” You exhaled harshly.

“Oh.” Paige’s face fell.

“Yeah, oh.” You snapped, “I haven’t been able to sleep in over a week. I cannot wait for this to be over. I’ve got other things to worry about.”

“Like what?”

“Are we not in the same classes, Evans? We have two essays due in two weeks.”

You wished Paige wasn’t sitting so close by…just a couple days ago, she asked AJ out right in front of you.

AJ looked at you, concerned. “Okay, you guys.” AJ shooed them away, “Return to your own conversation.”

For the rest of the drive, you laid your head on AJ’s shoulder while eating the bag of gummy bears that you brought along. And all throughout the ride, you kept feeling eyes on you. And not from AJ- Paige. You looked away, staring out the window now.

“Girl, what the fuck are you doing? Stop being creepy.” Dylan huffed.

Once at the hotel, all the students started pairing up with their roommates according to Coach Murray’s list and went to their rooms. And you? You were supposed to be with Gabi but AJ asked to swap. “Thanks, Gabs.”

“No worries.” Gabi smiled.

AJ quickly takes you into the room, shutting and locking the door behind yourselves, “Are we going to the party?”

“Yes.” AJ decided, “They would definitely play a drinking game and it would be a great way to make it clear to Paige that I’m not interested,”

“Isn’t it random? Like, don’t they just draw phones out of a pile or something?”

“I was thinking more like we…get tipsy and just kiss in front of her.” AJ chuckles. You snorted, “Please. Knowing how fucking gutsy she is, she might actually shove me to the ground. Then, she’d kiss you.”

“There’ll be witnesses.” AJ points out.

“Yeah, a bunch of drunk teens staying up past lights out is real reliable.” You laughed.

“Then we should just…post something? Announce we’re together?” AJ stifles a laugh.

You shrug, “I dunno.”

“We don’t have to go to that party, you know?” She says, “I would honestly much rather just spend some time alone with you.”

“Oh, yeah? And do what?” You ask. “Never mind, we’ll go to their ‘party’ first. You’re right- it’s the perfect place to let her know. There are other students around- so if she pulls any crazy shit? Witnesses.”

After unpacking, you and AJ decided to head out for dinner at the diner down the block. “God, I’m so tired. Why is she everywhere?”

“Tired, tired or because-” AJ says, but you cut her off.

“Both.” You deadpan. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Okay.” She shrugged, the two of you went further down the block to a pizza place. But not before Paige saw you and AJ leaving- the girl did not look happy.

————

Later that night, you and AJ were in Stacey’s room to party with the rest of the team. “Oh, good. You guys are here!” Stacey gasped, “Come in, come in.”

The kicked the night right off with ‘seven minutes in the hotel bathroom’. The rounds went by rapidly and you weren’t even just a little bit hopeful that you and AJ’s phones would get drawn out of the pillow case for a round together. “y/n, you’re up.” Dylan showed your phone to the group. You looked at him then at Paige who was beside him. “Aaaand, AJ, this is your phone, right? Oh, yup. That’s y/n’s face right there. You’re up- chop chop.” The group started chattering about how surprised they were that AJ had been seeing someone all this time. Contented, you grabbed AJ’s hand, stood up and got shoved into the bathroom by Dylan and Stacey. “Timer starts once the door closes!” Dylan exclaimed.

“Did you see that look on her face?” AJ laughs, grabbing your face to kiss you.

You nod, “Oh, we’re doing that here?” You broke away from the kiss briefly.

“Of course- we’re gonna really give them a show.” AJ grins.

“Oh, hell no.” You gasped, “I am not going to purposely-” And just like that, your train of thought was gone as she kisses you even deeper, her lips trailing down your jaw and to your neck which easily draws out a moan. AJ chuckles, her breath tickles your neck making you squirm.

“To be fair she’s been purposely being a little bitch to you.” AJ raised a brow, “I doubt she couldn’t tell we have something going on at least.”

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.” You exhaled, your hands began roaming her back, but she lifts you up to sit on the countertop. Without even taking your shorts off, she pushes the fabric of it, and your underwear aside, “Do you feel ready?”

“What?” You asked, confused for a second, ��Yeah. Sure.”

AJ dips a finger into your folds, gliding it up and down, proving your point, “Of course you are.” Pushing it easily into your entrance, she quickly gains a momentum, not wanting to waste a single second of this quote-unquote ‘mandated’ make-out time. She grins, licking her lips as she watches your face contort, “Baby, you’re acting like I don’t eat you out every other night.” That smirk on AJ’s face made you feel you didn’t know what to do with yourself, then you were feeling a strangled yelp in your throat.

“Now you get shy?” She caresses your cheek with her free hand, her fingers ram into you to force a moan out of your mouth. Successfully.

“Fuck!” You whispered-shouted into her ear, “Fuck you. Oh, God.”

“Feisty.” She bit down on your neck, and you whimpered. AJ removes her fingers from you and started to kiss your face again.

“Time’s up! Get outta there.” Stacey knocks.

“You wanna go back?” AJ asks, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Definitely.” You gave her one last kiss before straightening yourself up quickly then swung the door open.

“We’re gonna- go.” AJ stood behind you, a hand on your shoulder. “Message received. Good night- maybe you can finally get some sleep, y/n.” Dylan commented, earning a smack from his girlfriend. “Well, it’s true- she’s barely been sleeping lately.” Dylan reasoned.

“Good night, guys.” Stacey waved.

————

“Give me a minute- I just gotta get some from my bag.” She tells you while you plopped down on the bed. “Okay.” You responded while lying down. “They’re right- you haven’t been getting any good sleep recently.” AJ spoke up. “Yeah, well? I’ve been too stressed about performing well at the meet tomorrow.”

“It’s at 2pm- so we have plenty of time to get you some sleep.” She says, “Also- this might help.”

“What- oh, jesus fucking christ. How did you get that damn thing- okay, you know what? I’m not even gonna ask.” You eyes widened in shock when you turned onto your side and saw AJ putting on that harness.

“Thought you might need more to actually tire you out. And you’d probably wake up refreshed if you get some uninterrupted sleep- so you could actually perform better than Paige does.” She shrugs nonchalantly- as if she wasn’t going to impale you in the matter of minutes. “Think you can help yourself onto it?”

Her question snaps you out of your trance, “Okay.”

She chuckles, “If you say so.” AJ then laid down, waiting for you to straddle her. “Face me, okay?” You didn’t say anything else but just followed her order, legs bracketing either side of her as you knelt and positioned yourself to ease that shaft inside. AJ reflexively grabs your hips, giving you the support. “You okay, baby?” She watches you closely to make sure you weren’t in pain. You’d gotten yourself about halfway in, but you decided to get a rhythm going in order to make the rest of it easier.

“Baby?” She asks again.

“I’m okay, AJ.” You confirmed, biting your lower lip as you got used to the stretch. Watching her bare body, as she does yours, you felt yourself slipping further in by the minute. And with her words of encouragement, and a little push, you took the whole length. It was now poking you in the g-spot every time you came back down, making the moans fly out from your mouth every time.

“So pretty.” Her hands trailed upwards, kneading your breasts after unclipping your bra and tossing it aside, “You’re so pretty, my girl. Come on, give me a kiss, baby.” You leaned down, crashing her lips onto yours, content to be like this for awhile. She instinctively cups your cheeks with both hands, stroking them with her thumb. The kisses progress got heated, aiding in your little task of riding the strap. She was loving watching you and seeing your tits move along with your actions. That grin on her face? She was more than satisfied with your ability to take it. She pushes you off of her, you whine not liking the sudden emptiness. “Lay down, baby.” She pushes you down gently, her hands massaging your thighs. You complied, soon feeling her teasing you with the tip of the shaft. You squirmed, unable to keep your mouth shut. So she does- AJ crawled up to attack you with kisses, trailing down from your face all the way to your core. But of course, the lower she went, the louder you became. “You know I love hearing you, baby. Don’t hold back.” She says, her breath fanning against the juncture between your legs. “The walls are so thin.” You grumbled, “Do you not hear that?”

“So what? This whole level’s our team.” AJ shrugs, “Oh, my God- is that coach-”

“Don’t put that image in my head.” You interjected, laughing, “AJ, please.” Your hands grabbed her hair, pushing her closer to you.

“M’kay.” She grins, her tongue begins to circle your clit slowly. It made you seethe, trying to swallow the whine that was threatening to fall from your lips. “I want to hear you, babe. It’s alright.” She coos, barely breaking away long enough to speak.

You back arched more and more by the minute, and naturally, the faster she flicked her tongue, the more of a mess you were. And finally, the coil in your core started tightening, taking the place of the fluttering sensation. AJ asks if you were close, and you hadn’t even said a thing since many minutes ago- but instead your endless, whines, whimpers and moans have filled the room making AJ more eager to push you over the edge.

You could definitely feel yourself getting closer to the high, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you. “My God. I’m so close.” You told her in a strained voice. She licks your clit one time before pulling away, much to your annoyance. “I got you, honey.” AJ grins, licking her lips to taste you, “Keep your legs open, we’re nowhere near done.”

You whined needily, feeling the ache and pulsing of your apex becoming increasingly unbearable by the second as she deprived you of the contact and stimulation- to the point where you were about to burst into tears because it was becoming too much to bear. As AJ pushes into you, she held her forearm under both your knees to keep your legs in place. And every single time she pounded into you, a sharp moan attacked her eardrums, sending shocks down her spine. “Keep going, keep going…fuck!” Your breath hitches as she retracts and pushes into you the hardest she’s had that night. Her pace became merciless as you felt the wetness dripping down you, the obscene sound from between your legs made you dizzy as did the pleasure from her fucking you with the strap. Her forearm moves away, she tells you to keep your legs in place. And, she looks right into your eyes as she continues to impale you repeatedly while profanities and high-pitched moans spewed from your mouth in an unending string. “Ah- ah! Fuck.” You cursed. AJ grins, watching you with pride as you looked back at her with hooded eyes that soon rolled to the back of your head. AJ kept going and going, watching your face at first. Then your body started trembling so she reflexively slowed down. “Oh, my God.” You cried, “Holy shit, oh my God. AJ, fuck. That feels so good, babe. Oh-”She was now holding onto one leg as she went at a languish pace to help you ride through your high. The pleasure slowly turned into a slight ache as overstimulation took over. You told her to stop and she pulls out, admiring the aftermath in the process.

She removes the harness and abandoned it. You hear it fall to the floor with a thud before she crawls into bed with you. “Hi, baby.” She cups your cheek, kissing you on the nose, “Do you feel okay?” You nodded silently, laying your head on her chest as her embrace tightens. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” AJ asks.

“I’m a little sore, but it’ll be okay.” You admit.

AJ nods, “Think you can sleep?” She runs a hand through your hair, pressing yet another kiss onto your face.

“Mhm.” You snuggled closer, allowing her heartbeat and her warmth to lull you to sleep.

“Good night, my love.” AJ exhales softly, watching your sleepy figure in her arms, “Sweet dreams.”

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LOVE - Chapter 2

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Janelle smiled as she turned her body to the side so she could see her growing bump. Six months  had passed since she found out she was pregnant and Josh’s family was ecstatic, they couldn’t wait to meet the newest addition to the family. 

Her family on the other hand… they could care less. Her brother congratulated her but they haven’t returned any of her calls or text messages. She hasn’t talked to her dad in years since she found out he had a drug problem and didn't want to stay clean. Ever since her mother left her dad went on a downward spiral.  She tried not to think about how she didn’t really have a family, she didn’t want to be sad. Today was supposed to be a good day. Her, Josh and Xavier were going to see the baby through ultrasound and find out the gender.  

“Janelle! You ready?” Josh called out for her.  She hurriedly washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom. 

“Yeah, sorry.” He smiled and walked over to her to kiss her on the cheek. 

“You good. We just excited.” He said, nodding over to Xavier who was bouncing on his toes. She laughed and followed them out to the garage. 

“You ready to see your brother or sister?” Janelle asked Xavier as she strapped him into his booster seat. He nodded with a wide grin on his face. 

“Yeah I can’t wait! I hope it's a boy!”  Janelle smiled and gave him a kiss on his forehead before getting into the passenger seat. 

She placed a hand on her growing bump and looked out the window. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t stop thinking about her family. 

“Alright mom you can lay down right here and pull your shirt up to just under your bra and dad you and baby boy can sit right here.” The sonographer said. Janelle and Josh nodded. “This stuff is super cold so I apologize in advance.” 

Janelle sucked in a breath as the sonographer placed the gel on her stomach, Josh grabbed her hand, his eyes focused on the screen. He never got the chance to do this when Xavier’s mom was pregnant. She didn’t tell him about Xavier until after he was born. 

The tech moved the machine around before turning to them and smiling. “There’s your son or daughter.”  Janelle felt her eyes water as she gripped Josh’s hand tighter. 

“Look Josh.” She said in awe as they watched the screen.” 

“Would you like to know the gender?” She asked and Janelle looked over at Josh who nodded his head. “Alright,” She said. “Congratulations, you’re having a boy.” Xavier and Josh let out a cheer making Janelle and the sonographer laugh.  Xavier got off of his dad’s lap and walked over to Janelle, placing his hand on her stomach. 

“You’re gonna be a great big brother.” The sonographer said with a smile on her face and Xavier nodded. 

“The bestest.” 

Janelle stared at her stomach in the mirror as she got ready for bed. She placed her hands on her lower stomach. “I promise I’m gonna be the best mommy ever.” She whispered looking down at her belly.  Even after spending the day with Josh and Xavier and seeing her baby she still was feeling down about her family. 

She kept wondering how her and her moms relationship would have been if she never walked out on them. She angrily wiped her tears away. This was supposed to be a happy moment in her life but all she could think about was her piece of shit family. 

She walked out of the bathroom and let out a chuckle when she saw Josh, staring at the ultrasound pictures. “Can you believe we really having a baby?” He asked. She got under the covers and leaned her head on his shoulder. 

“It seems so surreal to be honest.” She said, placing her hand on her belly. Josh set the ultrasound picture down and placed his hand over hers.  

“I love you” He said to Janelle kissing her on her lips before scooting down and pressing a kiss to her stomach. “And I love you too.” 

It was now the weekend and time for their gender reveal party.  Janelle walked into the backyard and let out a gasp. Josh had gone all out for this party. He had hired an event planner and a decorator. Josh walked over to her. 

“Is it too much?” He asked, watching as she looked around their backyard. She shook her head. 

“No,  this is amazing.” 

“I was scared I did too much. You know I never got to do any of this with Xavier.”  Janelle had to stop herself from crying, what Xavier’s mom had put Josh through was terrible. He didn’t even know that Xavier existed until he was almost 1. 

“Oh my god!” Trinity said as she and Jon walked into the backyard. “This is bomb as fuck.” She said, giving Janelle a hug. “Girl you look amazing.” 

“Thank you. Josh planned everything.” Janelle said laughing when Josh gave himself a pat on the back. 

“Look at you all glowing and shit.” Jon said as he gave Janelle a hug. “I hope y'all having twins.” She slapped him on his chest. 

“Don’t wish that on me.” She said pushing him when he started laughing. They stood there talking some more until more guests started to arrive. 

Janelle smiled softly as she looked around the backyard at everyone who came to celebrate their baby. It was still bittersweet since it was still all of Josh’s family, her aunt came and dropped off a gift but she didn’t stay.  

Josh watched her from a distance, even though he was far away from her, he could still see the sadness in her face. He sighed and pulled his phone and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the text message. He snuck out of the side of the yard and met Janelle’s father and the sidewalk as he was getting out of his uber. 

“Thank you for coming.” Josh said as he grabbed the luggage out of the trunk. 

“Thank you for getting in contact with me. I would have hated to miss this moment.”  After seeing how sad Janelle looked the other day when they were going ofer the guest list Josh immediately knew it was because none of her family had RSVP’d. He knew that Janelle and her father and brothers had a rocky relationship but he knew that she wanted him to be there so Josh hired a private investigator to find Janelle’s dad. 

“She’s gonna be happy that you’re here.” Josh led him through the yard and towards Janelle. She was talking with one of his aunts when he cleared his throat making her turn around.  Janelle’s eyes widened when she saw her dad next to Josh. 

“Hey baby girl.” He said, pulling her into a hug. The second she was in his arms she broke down. Josh watched them with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. He knew that all Janelle wanted was her dad to be present for his grandchild. Josh walked away from them to give them some privacy. 

When Janelle and her dad pulled apart, he wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry Nelly. I’m gonna do better.”  She was so overcome with emotion she couldn't say anything so she just pulled him into a tight hug.

After introducing her dad to everyone it was time for them to reveal the gender of their baby.

“It's time to find out the gender!” Josh said over the microphone. All of the guests started to surround the pool where the fireworks would go off. Josh and Janelle stood in front of the “Oh Baby” sign and Xavier stood in front of them. 

“Thank you for getting my dad here.” She whispered to him. 

“I know you’ve been wanting to get back in contact with him so I had to do that for you.” She smiled at him and placed a kiss on his lip. “I love you.” He said once they broke apart. 

“Enough kissing! I’m tryna see if imma have a niece or nephew!” Jon yelled out. Janelle rolled her eyes while Josh flipped him off much to their moms dismay 

“Fine, let's start the countdown.” 

“5..4..3..2..1” Everyone chanted. Janelle jumped when the fireworks started to go off. Everyone started to cheer when the smoke turned blue.  Josh’s mom ran over and hugged all three of them. 

“I’m so happy for y’all. I love y’all so much.” 

“We love you too mom.” Josh said, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

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Unwavering - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female reader

Word count: 2.8k

Fic summary: Aemond Targaryen is marrying a woman he likes for the good of the family - for the second time. He is loath to give up you, though, the woman he craves. After your first marriage ended badly, you swore you'd never be anyone's wife again. That doesn't stop you from being his first choice. Established relationship.

Content warning(s): infidelity, brief mentions of guns, drugs, alcohol, mild violence (not between Aemond x reader)

Rating: Teen

Notes: This has the potential to be a non-chronilogical series. Please let me know if you'd be interested more in this verse!

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You felt a soft kiss on your shoulder and smiled. Sun was pouring through the open windows of your bedroom and there was a soft breeze that lifted your hair. He was still here. He shouldn’t have been. 

“Good morning,” he whispered against your skin. “You smell so good.” 

You rolled onto your stomach and curled around your pillow with a broadening smile. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” 

“You kicking me out?” 

“No. But I’ve got things to do, too, you know?” 

Aemond lay next to you and stroked your hair, his face close to yours on the pillow. You cracked open an eye and watched him watch you. “Can I stay with you?” he whispered. 

You shook your head. “Not for long. For breakfast, though, if you make it.”

“I don’t wanna leave this bed.” 

“You’re gonna have to at some point. You’ve got responsibilities today.” 

“Tell me to stay, my love. Tell me not to do it.” He ran a strong hand over your neck and gently wrapped it around your throat, fingers tilting your jaw to the side. 

You laughed quietly, sleep making your mind hazy. “No. I want you to have a wife and a family. You’ve always wanted that, but I haven’t. I still want to be me for a while yet.” 

“You wouldn’t stop being you just for being my wife.” 

You took the hand around your throat and brought it up to kiss. Aemond closed his eyes at the touch of your lips. “We’ve talked about this, for years. Decades. I can be your person, but I can’t be your wife. I won’t be anyone’s wife again.” 

“I’m not anyone. Please, my love. Marry me.” 

You stretched your arms up and laughed. “Not today!” But you rolled over and wrapped your legs around him and pulled him against you, loving him as best you could in the soft sunrise. 

After, you followed your usual routine of showering together and dressing. Since your days of teenage love, you enjoyed the quiet of domesticity. Outside the walls of your homes, secret dynastical wars raged on their streets, but in your old house, in his sprawling estates, it was just you. Today was no different. He zipped your skirt and you buttoned his shirt, and you walked arm in arm down the street for coffee and bagels. You took a booth at the back of the café, although it didn’t matter if anyone saw you - you had never been a secret. Besides, you both kept guns strapped to you and knives hidden in your jackets and coats. 

You leaned back in your chair, blowing steam off the top of your coffee. “You’re sure about this one?” 

Aemond regarded you over his phone and considered the question. “Yeah. It’s gotta be someone, why not her?” 

“It doesn’t have to be someone,” you reminded him gently. “You could go it alone. Well, as alone as you will ever be. You’ve always got me.” 

“Yeah. But I want someone. I want a wife. And the wife I want doesn’t want me, so I gotta choose the next best thing. Besides, you know her family’s reputation; that’s nothing to turn my nose up at.” 

“Ever the pragmatist.” 

He gave you one of the smiles he saved just for you. “Aw, you hurt me, my love. I do like her. She’s got spirit, and she’s smart as hell. She likes the high life, and she wants kids sooner rather than later, and… and she makes me laugh. She makes me feel wanted.” 

“I think most of the Crownlands want you,” you said quietly, avoiding his gaze. It wasn’t that you were jealous - how could you be, when he made you feel so adored all the time? - but it irritated you that this woman was able to give him what he wanted, and you couldn’t. One marriage to the wrong man had ruined the institution for you and now not even Aemond could heal that wound. Yes, your first husband had died violently at your hand for his transgression, but that wasn’t the point. The transgression had occurred in the first place. That was frightening. 

“Don’t be angry, my love. You know it’s still you.” Aemond reached over the table and stroked your hand and you felt safe again. You held his gaze and nodded slightly. “It’ll always be you. You’re mine, before anyone and everyone else.” 

You smiled, your mood improved. He had always been happy to declare his feelings with you, and even now, on the morning of his wedding to another woman, in a nondescript coffee shop, he made you feel like the most adored woman. On the middle finger of your right hand, you still wore the first expensive ring he had ever bought you, and it cost as much as your parents’ house. It was a gaudy thing, a thick diamond set on a band of smaller cut gems that you had chosen together the day after you killed your husband. It was Aemond’s promise to you - that no matter who else came along, no matter what the world threw at you, you would love each other before anyone and anything else. He wore a similar ring you bought him on his little finger of his right hand. You never took your rings off. His first wife had hated it - understandably - but she had got her share in the divorce when Aemond had refused to forsake you. You looked down at the ring and it sparkled. You’d had it cleaned for the wedding today especially. 

“Are you sure me coming today is a good idea?” you asked after a long moment. 

He squeezed the hand he held. “Yeah. I need you there.”

“She’ll be mad.” 

“She’s always got something to be mad about. Besides, she knows the deal and you’re non-negotiable.”

“I don’t want to upset anyone on their wedding day, Aemond.” 

He shifted his chair around the table and leaned closer to you. “What about me? You wanna upset me on my wedding day?” 

You bit your lip and grinned. “I never want to upset you.”

“Then be a good girl. Come for me.” He rested his hand on your thigh under the table and you glanced around the cafe. No one paid you any mind. “Look at me.”

You met your lover’s piercing gaze and grinned. The purple of his iris always gave you butterflies.

“You gonna come for me?” 

You nodded and gasped quietly when he rewarded you with a kiss. You could taste the coffee on Aemond’s lips. He wanted you, he needed you, and you would never let him down. 

Your cousin begrudgingly helped you get ready for the wedding. She said it was indecent for the mistress to turn up, let alone in a green silk dress barely held together by strands of diamonds across the back, but you smugly told her the groom had bought it for you especially, and who were you to refuse a prince? As a precaution, you strapped your Colt Python to her thigh - it was an old machine, temperamental, but it made you feel powerful, and you had a more reliable weapon in your clutch, as well as blades hidden in your shoes - and touched up you hair. Curls pinned to your head, diamonds dripping from yourr ears, and Aemond’s dress draped across you, you felt more sensual than ever. When you sat in the pew at the wedding mass and thought of how the groom had feasted between your thighs mere hours before, you felt holy. You sat with his Hightower cousins a few rows back and even when the blushing bride strode down the aisle, Aemond couldn’t keep his eyes from you for long. 

They were lucky to be able to have an orthodox service in Baelor's Sept, as everyone knew that Aemond’s first marriage had been valid. But enough money had been slipped to the right hands to push through an annulment, and so in the eyes of the Faith this was his first marriage. There was some humour in that. The familiar words were spoken, hymns and prayers recited, and after what felt like a lifetime, and no time at all, Aemond was walking down the aisle with the new Princess Royal on his arm. Sadness twinged in your stomach.

That could have been me. It should have been. He’s mine. 

The reception was tolerable, enjoyable in its tackiness and extravagance. Everything was green and gold and the hundreds of guests stuffed into the grand ballroom of the coastal palace were drunk within the first course. It was how a Crownlands wedding should have been, though, and you appreciated it for what it was. By the time the first dance came, you were lightly buzzed and enjoying catching up with the biggest names in east coast rule, many of whom were old family friends. Business people and politicians, courtiers and property moguls joined them too, tying together the legitimate and illegitimate powers that kept the region affluent and fun. Most didn’t know where the legality ended and illegality started. By the time you snorted a line of cocaine from the chest of Baratheon daughter, you didn’t much care, and the pair of you fell about laughing in the bathroom. As if called by the sound of your happiness, the moment was cut short by the sound of the bride herself outside. 

“Lysa, can you help me? This dress is a fucking nightmare, you gotta hold it up, okay?” 

“You better go,” you advised the girl, no older than twenty-two by the looks of it, “before you meet the new princess up close and personal.” 

The girl giggled and darted from the bathroom just as the bride scrambled her way through the door. The dress she had chosen was appropriately enormous, tight on top and blooming into an extravagant sept train from the waist down, and you weren't surprised that she needed three bridesmaids to help her through the door. 

“Gods, I’m dying to sit down properly-” she moaned over her shoulder before her eyes fell on you. You patted around your nose, watching your own pretty reflection in the mirror. “Oh. I didn’t know you were here.” 

“I responded to your invitation, princess,” you replied mildly. “Lovely dress.” You turned your attention to your lipstick and dotted a fresh coat on, pointedly ignoring the bride. 

The second Princess Royal turned back to her bridesmaids and then looked at you, dithering between the two. There was a long pause before she turned to her entourage. “Stay outside. Make sure no one comes in, alright?” The bridesmaids made noises of agreement and the door swung shut, and then it was just you and Aemond’s new wife. 

After the bride said nothing, you broke the silence. The powder in your nose gave you a brazen confidence. “You’ve organised a wonderful day. Are you enjoying yourself?”

The princess's eyes narrowed. “I’m not happy you’re here.” 

“Oh?” 

“I know why you’re here.” 

“To see one of my dearest friends marry the woman he loves, of course.”

“Don’t play cute.” 

You smiled sweetly. “You think I’m cute?” 

“Cut the shit.” 

You sighed and looked at the bride. “What’s on your mind, princess?” 

“It’s real tacky you’re here, you know?”

“He wants me here. I came because he asked me to be here. I wouldn’t be here without an invitation.” 

“I didn’t invite you.” 

You pulled the invitation from your clutch and handed it to her. “Yes, you did.” 

The bride threw it aside, angry. “Give up! I won! He doesn’t want you!” 

You smiled at her sadly. There was nothing to say that could bring the bride any comfort. The truth was, Aemond did want you. He wanted you more than anyone and anything, but that didn’t matter to this woman. This woman knew she had just pledged her life to a man who couldn’t love her completely. She was angry for it. “He’s my friend,” was all you could say. 

“Get new friends.” 

“I won’t stand in the way of your happiness, princess, or his. Above anything else, I love him and I want him to have the most wonderful life. I can’t give him the life he wants, but you can. Why would I jeopardize that?” 

It was the wrong thing to say in hindsight. You knew that the moment the bride launched forward with murder in her eyes. Her clawing fingers reached out, and she managed to get in one good scratch before you had her arms locked behind her and ready to pop from their joints. “Easy,” you whispered against the bride's ear. The acrylics on her fingers made your face sting, but the skin hadn’t been broken. “Calm down. Like you said, you won, you’re his wife. Don’t fight me for anything more, because you will lose. Do you understand me?” 

“Are you threatening me?” she gasped. 

You tightened your grip and the bride hissed. “Yes. Raise a hand to me again, and Aemond’s love for you will not save you. You want to see who he will really choose if it comes down to it? Because I do not have my doubts. Do you?” 

Just as the bride’s whines rose in volume along with her pain, you let her go. You gripped under her elbow and held her upright to stop her from falling. “You got in a good scratch, I’ll give you that. But work on your attack, and maybe you’ll take out an eye next time, alright?" You smirked at the irony. All the more proof that you and Aemond belonged together. "You’ll need protection if you’re going to love him.” 

“Are you threatening me?” the princess asked again. 

There was no kindness left in your eyes. “Yes.” 

You stared at each other for a long moment. The new bride broke first. You sniffed and checked your reflection before stalking out of the bathroom, not a hair out of place. You pulled on the diamond strap of your dress and you were close to the ballroom door when Aemond stepped out. His smile was so bright when he saw you and he reached for your hands. When he noticed the scratches across your face, his face darkened. 

“What happened?” he asked, tender fingers touching the marks. Across the corridor there was a set of glass doors open to the terrace, and it was dark out there. There were a few wedding guests milling around but quick steps had you both hidden in the gloom. Overhead, stars popped across the inky sky. With your arm in Aemond’s, you found your way down garden paths and to the beach. No one saw you. 

“Your wife doesn’t like me,” you told him, smiling. His face was barely visible in the darkness, but his bright hair caught the light of the stars. Your walk eventually slowed as your shoes crunched on the sand. 

“She did this?” 

You nodded. “It’s alright, she deserved to get in a good swipe. It won’t happen again, though.” 

“No, it won’t,” Aemond replied quietly. “Who does she think she is?” 

“The new Princess Royal, protecting the honour of her marriage,” you pointed out with a light laugh. “I’d do the same. I don’t mind, really. I understand her anger.” 

“My love,” he said, his voice softening. “How can I love someone who hurt you?” 

“You’re the only one who can hurt me, Aemond.” You wound an arm around the back of his shoulders and closed your eyes when he rested his forehead against yours. 

“I’ll never hurt you.” 

“I know.” And he never had. Not with a hand, not with a word. No one had ever loved anyone like Aemond loved you, and you knew it. “You’re so good to me. What did I do to deserve you?” 

Aemond rested one hand at the small of your back and ran the fingers of his other hand up your spine. “Thank you for wearing this dress. You look beautiful.” 

You smiled in the night. “Thank you for choosing it for me.” 

“Gotta let the whole world see how beautiful my girl is.” 

“Call me that again.” 

“My girl.” 

You hummed and began gently swaying, moving him to dance with you to the sound of the ocean. “You’re my person, you know?” 

“Yeah, I know. And you’re my person. Always have been. Always will be.” 

Aemond’s soft kiss touched your cheek, and you sighed in bliss. “I love you, Aemond.”

“I love you, too. More than anything. Always.”