#they say that i am the sick boy; easy to say when you don’t take the risk boy

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

Psychic is from the east side of America, where they choose pride over character

Void lives on the west side of America, where they spin lies into fairy dust

“and we can pick sides; but this is us. this is us. this is.”

[inuyashaluver]

can you write a jessie x hockey!r, where r gets into a fight during one of her games and jessie is watching from the stands with some of the chelsea players? thx

cheeky - jessie fleming

jessie fleming x reader

description: in which your girlfriend brings her friends to her cheeky girlfriend’s game

warnings: jessie still plays for chelsea!! let’s pretend ucla offers women’s hockey 🫠 swearing, mentions of a fight, suggestive

a/n: you guys don’t understand how much this request has infiltrated my tiny brain, thank you you so so much, my love, enjoyyyyy

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you and your girlfriend, jessie were quite literally some of the nicest people alive. every time someone was around the two of you for either a short or long time, they came out feeling lighter, happier and all round just more positive.

you and jessie just radiated love, a special bond between the two of you that was just undeniably beautiful.

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you and jessie met at a college party years ago. you both went to ucla yet never crossed paths until this party. you weren’t really a party goer and neither was jessie, you both found refuge in the backyard of the house you were at.

both of your friend groups had unknowingly ditched you and you both wanted some air, away from all the drunk frat boys and sorority girls.

“sorry, do you mind if i sit here?” you ask the brunette where she sat on a small bench. her head snapped up from her phone at hearing a familiar accent. canadian.

“oh, yeah, go ahead!” jessie stutters, scooching over a little and patting the spot next to her. you smile at her gratefully, sitting down with an exaggerated huff.

jessie lets out a laugh when you sat, both of you looking at each other with bright smiles. you both thought the other was breathtakingly gorgeous, feeling like the party was a little worth it at this point.

“you sick of seeing people basically fucking each other everywhere too?” you ask her with a shake of your head, your eyes falling on a couple making out in a way that should definitely be behind a closed door.

jessie chuckles, looking down at the cup in her hand and nodding while taking a sip of it. “that and my friends ditched me” she rolls her eyes, you nudge her shoulder with yours, “mine too, don’t worry” you grin, making her return one shyly.

“i’m (y/n) by the way” jessie smiles, repeating the name in her head that she would surely never forget.

“jessie” you smile at her, pink cheeks a little evident on the both of you when you made eye contact again.

“sorry if this is weird but are you from canada?” jessie asks nervously, your eyes widen comically, your face brightening at the girl's question.

you didn’t really have many friends from back home who came to the states for college. sure there was a bunch of canadian girls at college but none of them were this pretty. or this easy to talk to.

“i am! don’t tell me you are too?” you question, jessie smiled at your excitement, her heart beating quickly at your glistening eyes. she nods, making you start rambling with where she was from.

you both continued to chat and it was scary how much you had in common.

the conversation was full of laughter, shared jokes and most definitely a shared attraction. “so, jessie, what do you do besides being an environmental warrior?” you say cheekily, the girl scoffs, slapping your thigh gently and rolling her eyes,

“i play soccer” she mocks, you give her an impressed smile as she explained how good she really was, “mhm, i should come and watch you sometime, superstar?” you flirt, giving her a charming smile that had butterflies swarming in her stomach.

you’d both gone far from friendly conversation, the flirting taking over after about 2 hours of you familiarising yourself with each other.

“yeah, maybe you should, and you? miss number solver?” she teases back, referring to you doing an accounting degree.

“i play hockey” you move a little so you could face her better and she does the same, although, her face has a shit eating grin on it.

“what’s so funny?” you narrow your eyes at her, “you’re so canadian” she laughs, you shake your head as she throws her head back in laughter, clearly enjoying how you’re not even defending yourself.

she encourages you to talk about your sport and to say she fell in love with you there was an understatement. you spoke with so much passion she really loved to see and hear it.

you also admit you fell in love with her when she talked about her sport, but even more with how intently she was listening to you, soaking in every word you said and clarifying things she didn’t understand.

you both felt something bubbling under the surface as you talked, so much so, when the party started to filter out, she asked if you wanted to get some ice cream and who were you to decline?

the teasing and the flirting throughout the whole night was so unbearable, you asked her out on a date without a second thought, smiling brightly when she accepted without any hesitation.

you both began to date after a few months, becoming one of the ‘it couples’ around campus when everyone could truly tell how much you were in love with each other.

you went to each other’s games with bright, adoring smiles, wearing each other’s jerseys with pride.

you had study dates together, most of the time getting distracted but neither part was complaining.

you were there for each other throughout all the ups and downs, talking and listening to one another for hours and somehow feeling not enough when you were with each other every second of the day.

you’d both established a career before you even graduated college, star athletes in the making in your respected sports.

you’d do anything for each other, so much so you moved with her to england when she signed her contract to chelsea.

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while jessie played for chelsea, you still continued to play hockey in england also. it was hard being away from home but jessie made it all better.

your continual support for each other offering a sense of security that nothing else could. it also helped that you both represented canada nationally, often getting the opportunity to go home together.

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the chelsea girls knew you too well, you came to every single game without fail with a bright grin on your face in the ‘fleming’ jersey that was almost worn as much as your own.

“your wife’s here” niamh teases as she warmed up with jessie before a match, the two of you weren’t married, or engaged even, not yet at least but this didn’t stop niamh from wishing you were, knowing how much her best friend adored you.

“where?” jessie grins, stopping all movement and frantically looking for you, niamh directs her head to where you were sitting in the friends and family section and her heart swelled with pride.

you wave at her brightly and she returns it instantly, her face growing warm at the smile you sent her, snapped out of her trance at niamh’s laugh. “such a sap” she smiles, jessie just gives her shoulder a little shove, continuing to warm up.

when the match was over after an easy win, jessie bounded over to you without a second to waste. “hi, baby” you smile as she walked into your arms, the barrier making it a little difficult but you both didn’t care.

“hi, gorgeous” jessie says breathlessly, pulling you into a sweet kiss with her hand on your cheek. you smile against her, your own hand on the side of her neck, your thumb brushing against her skin gently.

“my superstar” you say as you pull away, brushing away some stray hairs from her face before pulling her into a tight hug.

“gotta impress my wag, baby” she says cheekily, kissing your cheek repeatedly to make you giggle, working successfully like it did every time.

“i’m definitely impressed, baby canada” you smile, pressing another quick kiss to her lips as you pulled away slightly.

her hands make her way to your waist, rubbing up and down gently as you chatted, only lasting for a couple of seconds before you ushered her to interact with the fans.

“i’ll see you at home, beautiful” she winks, pecking your lips before running away, shouting a quick “i love you” over her shoulder that you quickly returned before leaving to drive home.

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you had an upcoming game, an important one at that. you’d been nervous about it all week, jessie frequently having to calm you down so you could breathe. you were the captain, both for this team and the canada team so a lot of pressure fell on your shoulders.

the only reassurance you had was knowing jessie would be there, even inviting some of her teammates to come and watch you since they had the day off.

jessie wasn’t one to miss an opportunity where she got to ogle her talented girlfriend and show you off at the same time so she was extremely excited.

the morning of, let’s just say it was extremely difficult to get you out of the house.

“what if i fuck up?” you whine, turning from the door and walking back to jessie who was watching you from the doorway. “you won’t” she assures, pinching your cheek softly before turning you around and giving you a soft push to the door.

you turn back around, “what if something goes wrong?” you say nervously, “baby, you’ll be fine, we can deal with it” jessie chuckles, you throw your head back in annoyance.

the people who only knew you from hockey would be shocked to know you did this before every game. they’d be shocked to know how soft you were when it came to your girlfriend.

“i don’t want to go” you groan, jessie draws you in by your waist, her arms wrapped around them securely, “baby, you’ll be amazing, like always” jessie says earnestly, her brown eyes looking directly into yours so you knew she wasn’t lying.

“but you don’t know that” you pout, jessie quickly smiling before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“i’m your girlfriend, i know everything” she says cheekily, pecking your lips a couple of times and managing to pull a small smile out of you.

“you go do your best, that’s all i want from you” she smiles, her hands now cradling your face as your arms wrap around her. “okay” you breathe out, determined.

smiling before pulling her into a breathless kiss that made both of you feel dizzy, sharing a quick i love you before she had to physically push you out of the house, knowing you’d convince her to stay.

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jessie made her way to the arena in your jersey, your number written neatly tiny on her cheek. she was accompanied by niamh, zećira, aggie and hannah.

to say jessie got teased the entire time was an understatement but she didn’t care, she had no shame with the amount of love she had for you.

when you skated out on the ice with the ‘C’ over your heart, you had no ounce of nervousness at all. a complete contrast from the morning.

the truth is, on the ice, you were ruthless, completely contradicting how you were off the ice.

you carried yourself with complete confidence, expecting nothing but the best. you were a little rough but one of the best players and everyone knew it. you didn’t take any bullshit.

you were strategic, smart and calculated. you knew what you were doing and you were the captain both in this league and nationally for a reason. a team leader without fail. a role model, a borderline legend.

jessie and her friends cheered loudly for you when your name was announced on the loudspeaker. jessie watched as you waved around the arena before locking back in, skating around the ice in preparation for the game.

jessie was on the edge of her seat the entire time watching you, scoring 2 points in a short amount of time. you were playing exceptionally well, jessie’s heart swelled with pride but she was extremely nervous how this one player kept trying to rile you up.

she knew you didn’t take any disrespect and knew this girl was about to get her ass handed to her.

the girl was being overly physical with you and you would counter it every time. she was the other captain and knew she’d get thrown into the box if she tried anything too much. her behaviour was surprising.

but the girl continued, having the nerve to be near you every time with something to say every two seconds.

you’d ignore it, having dealt with people more annoying than this but it flipped when she started talking about jessie. your jessie.

she started with the insults about you until she said, “is your girlfriend some sort of puck bunny?” you fucking lost it.

you dropped your stick and both of you break out into a heated fight. fists flying before you grabbed her by her shirt, slamming her into the glass and spitting out words that we’re definitely not family friendly. jessie’s eyes were so wide in shock, never really seeing you in a fight like this before.

“talk about my girlfriend like that again and i’ll shove the puck down your fucking throat” you exclaim, getting pulled back by the referee and getting told to go to the penalty box.

you send a glare to the girl and she falters almost instantly before you skated to the box. you sat down with a huff, arms crossed over your chest as you watched your team dominate the other.

jessie shook her head while she looked at you, niamh and zećira cheering you on throughout the fight and even more now that you were in the box.

when your ten minutes was up, you played the rest of the game with passion, finishing with an easy and well deserved win. jessie ran down to where the change rooms were, her teammates waiting nearby.

jessie watched as you skated off the ice, catching your breath as you quickened your pace to jessie. her face was etched with worry as you approached, watching as you took off your helmet hastily and took out your mouth guard.

“hey, baby” you say brightly, bounding over and wrapping jessie up in a hug, your face instantly tucked into the crook of her neck, your cold nose brushing against her warm skin.

“for someone that just beat the shit out of someone, you’re very happy” she says amusingly, her arms wrapping around you without hesitation.

“she deserved it, trust me on that” and jessie did. you pull away from her at arms length, a cheesy smile plastered on your face as you looked at her.

“are you okay?” she asked, her voice clearly laced with worry, you nodded, kissing jessie’s cheek tenderly as you drew her a little closer.

“i’m fine, love, especially since my biggest fan is here” you grin, “you should see the other guy” you laugh as jessie slaps your shoulder lightly, “cheeky” she chuckles, pulling you into another tight hug in absolute relief you were okay.

you could tell she was on edge because of the circumstances, the hug telling you everything you needed to know. you hugged her tightly, letting her find solace in you and honestly calming you both down.

you wave over at her teammates when she pulls away and chat with them excitedly. you held onto jessie’s hand the entire time you all chatted, thanking them for coming and watching.

“what does that say on your stick?” niamh questions, you smile, moving your hand to show that you’d written jessie’s name with a little heart next to it on your tape, a tradition for you ever since you’d started dating.

“good luck charm” you grin, both of you getting teased for your bright pink cheeks. you say goodbye to them before they leave, turning back to jessie with a sweet smile. this is the side of you she knew the best. an absolute softie.

before you get changed, you draw jessie into another kiss, unable to stop yourself from smiling against her when she whined against your mouth.

you give her an amused expression, seeming as though she was a little riled up about the whole situation. “shut up” she groans, pushing you away by your chest slightly but you came right back, pressing a sweet peck to her lips,

“i didn’t say anything” you mumble against her, squeezing her hips gently before you ran to the change room, wanting to get back home as quick as possible.

let’s just say violence is never the answer but is excusable only for the way your girlfriend reacted to you when you both stepped through the door of your shared apartment.

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_jessflem: you wouldn’t know she beat someone up 10 minutes before this but here we are

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yourname: so worth it

↳ _jessflem: really was actually

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↳ yourname: watch it niamhy

↳ _jessflem: biggest softie ever

↳ yourname: you’re supposed to defend me

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↳ yourname: yeah. whatever. i love you too.

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader part 7

<-----part 6, part 8——>

Start of a new week which meant time for me to bathe DogDay. Oh, right and it’s my birthday today. I would normally request to have my birthday off, but I’d rather go to work and spend it with DogDay and Damian. I got ready for the day and made my way over to the factory. 

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To make sure I wouldn’t trip over anything like last time I turned on my flashlight. Since I knew where to go now I started to make my way to the washroom to prepare everything for DogDay. As I opened the door I was greeted by Bobby. “Hi Y/N.” Boy she couldn't sound any more fake. “Morning Bobby.” It looked like she was going to say something else to me but then her face completely changed as she said, “Good morning DogDay~” I turned and looked to see that DogDay was in fact heading towards us; and it looked like there was something all over his body. “Good morning BB and a special good morning to my Angel.” Immediate blushing. “What makes it a special morning for her?” Bobby asked with a hint of poison in her tone. “Well BB it’s Angel's birthday today which makes it a very special day.” As DogDay got closer to us I could now see what was on his body. Paint. A lot of paint. “Good morning DogDay. What happened? You’re covered in paint.” Paint would take much longer to get off him. “I can’t tell you that Angel, it’ll ruin the surprise.” He smirked at me. Is it getting hot in here? 

I cleared my throat before saying, “Well I’m excited to see the surprise but let’s go get you washed up.” DogDay nodded and kindly asked Bobby to move out of the way. “Oh of course, please head right in~” As we walked past her I couldn’t help but glare at her. What was she up to? 

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“So, when do I get to see this surprise of yours?” “Later Angel, not till after your shift probably.” Dang. That’s twelve hours I must wait. “Sorry I got a little messy.” “A little? If this was a cartoon someone would think that you’re sick with all these different colors on you.” I nudged him lightly while laughing. We made it to his room and unlike last time DogDay seemed a bit calmer. “Alright mister you know the drill; strip yourself of your pendant while I find my apron.” “Haha yes ma’am.” He saluted me before removing his sun pendant.  

When I walked over to where my apron was I started to smell a familiar scent. It smelled like vanilla but mixed in when something. I tied on my apron and walked over to where DogDays shampoo scent bottle was. “What’s wrong Angel?” “Your shampoo smells different.” DogDay made his way over to me and I held up the shampoo bottle to him so that he could get a better sniff. “Smells like vanilla and-” He took another sniff before saying, “Rose?” Rose? In an instant it clicked. Bobby. She mixed in her shampoo with his. Great. “Looks like Bobby wants you to smell like her.” DogDay made a puzzled face. “I wonder why.” I closed the bottle and set it down by the trashcan. No way am I putting that scent on him. “Is there another vanilla scented bottle in here?” DogDay shook his head no while saying, “Afraid not Angel.” His ears then perked up. “Oh! But there should be an extra one down in the storage closet from here.” “Great, I’ll be right back.” As I left the room I heard DogDay say, “Hurry back to me Angel!” 

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I found the storage closet after looking aimlessly around for four minutes. There were a lot of storage closest but none of them had his shampoo. I grabbed his shampoo and turned around to head back to him when I accidentally bumped into someone. “Ah! Sorry.” “Easy there Angel.” Oh you have got to be kidding me. I put a fake smile on my face before saying, “KickenChicken, I wasn’t expecting to run into you.” “I was hoping I’d run into you down here. BB told me that it’s your birthday today. Happy birthday.” I thanked him and started to walk away but he grabbed onto my arm to stop me. “What’s the rush Angel? Don’t you want to spend your birthday with the coolest Smiling Critter?” I yanked my arm away from him while saying, “Don’t call me that and yes I do which is why I’m trying to head back to him right now.” The look on KickenChickens face was priceless. I dashed away before he could say anything else to me. 

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“Angel!” I shut the door behind me and walked over to DogDay. “Did you miss me?” I said playfully. “100%. Did you miss me?” he asked as his tail began to wag. “I did. Sorry to take so long; there were a lot of storage closets and none of them seemed to have your shampoo and then I ran into KickenChicken-” “KC? What did he want?” His tone shifted slightly. “He just wished me a happy birthday and then grabbed onto me and asked if I-” “He grabbed you?” I was starting to sense some tension. DogDay walked over to me and asked me where he grabbed me. I pointed to my wrist, and he took my hand into his paw and kissed where KickenChicken grabbed me. “Mwah, now you have my kiss there Angel.”  

I was starting to feel hot again. “Is it hot in here? Are you hot? I mean you are hot I-I mean-” DogDays eyes grew wide along with his smile. “You think I’m hot Angel?” If I could die now that would be great. “Um-well-” I looked down at the ground to avoid eye contact and on my shoe was a spider. “AH! SPIDER!! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!” I started shaking my leg but then ended up jumping onto DogDay. “Woah hey easy Angel, I got you.” I was shaking in his arms. “Is it gone?” I asked while I buried my head in his chest. DogDay then started to laugh. “Angel it wasn’t a spider, it was just some lint.” I sighed in relief and calmed down. “Oh thank goodness.” I pulled back to look at DogDay and then I saw that I was also covered in paint. “Oops.” “Oops indeed Angel, looks like I’ll need to clean you off.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying my birthday so far. 

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It took me two hours to get DogDay all cleaned up while it only took him three minutes to get the paint off me. We headed back into Playcare to start the day. Since we had the play to put on all learning activities would be put on hold. Those who got casted had to be inside the theater room while those who weren’t were inside the school making the props and other stuff. 

The first day of practice was a table reading of the script. Everyone sat down at their assigned seats except for KickenChicken. He was supposed to sit over by Hoppy but instead sat down in DogDays spot. “Pardon me KC, but you’re in my spot.” “Am I? I didn’t even realize.” I saw a twitch from DogDays eyes. “Oh and would you look at that, I get to sit next to the beauty herself! How nice.” KickenChicken rested his elbow on the table while looking at me. DogDay started to growl but I stood up and took his paw. “Hey Hoppy, you don’t mind coming over here and having our spots do you?” I gave her a pleading look. “Not at all birthday girl.” She grabbed onto hers and KickenChickens name plates and hopped over to us. “Don’t let this bird brain ruin your day.” She whispered and smiled at me. I thanked her and grabbed mine and DogDays names and walked over to the other side of the table. 

We both sat down and I looked over to Damian and waved hello to him. He waved back before grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose into it. Poor kid looked sick. I was going to head over to him to see how he was feeling but then I heard Miss Delights voice. “Alright everyone! Time to get started!” I’d have to check on him after we finished. 

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Table reading went alright....to say the least. KickenChicken kept trying to change up some stuff that way me and him could interact more than me and DogDay. Once we finished I went over to Damian to check up on him. “Hey kiddo, you doing alright.” He blew his nose before saying, “Hi Miss Y/N. I think I might have a cold or something. Oh here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “A gift for your birthday.” I took it and opened the piece of paper. It was another drawing of me and Damian. My heart instantly melted when I read what was above the drawing. ‘Mom + Me.’ I pulled Damian into a hug and felt some tears fall down my face. “Thank you, Damian. I’ll cherish this forever.” Damian sneezed while saying, “You’re welcome.” I took his hand into mine and started walking towards DogDay.  

I noticed that Bobby was now in the theater room talking to DogDay. Oh joy. “Hi Mr. DogDay, hi miss Bear.” Damian caught their attention. “Hi Damian.” “Hey there Damian; and a good afternoon to you pretty lady.” DogDay pretended to tip a hat towards me. I laughed at his playfulness and did a little curtsey. “I don’t mean to interrupt but I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be taking Damian over to the infirmary.” “Oh? Is someone not feeling well? You better move along now and dont worry Y/N-” Bobby then linked her arm around DogDays arm before continuing, “I’ll take good care of him while your away.” I just watched as DogDay had an unpleasant look on his face before trying to pry Bobby off of him. “You need me to come with you Angel?” Right as I was going to answer Bobby cut me off. “No! I-I mean I need to get your measurements for your costume DogDay.” “I guess I’ll meet you later then Angel.” Even though Bobby had her arm around his I still walked up to him and gave him a hug. He returned my hug and squeezed me tight. “I’ll see you later Dogday.” “Bye Angel. Feel better Damian.” I pulled away and headed for the exit. “Bye Y/N!” I heard Bobby call out from behind me. She sounded so happy that I was tempted to show her my favorite finger, but I didn’t and continued to walk hand in hand with Damian.  

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The doctor said he just has a little fever and should feel better by tomorrow. I sighed in relief and thanked Damian again before letting him get some rest. Once I exited Home Sweet Home, I saw DogDay standing at the bottom of the steps. “Hey Angel! How’s Damian doing?” “He just has a little fever. Doctor said he’ll be fine tomorrow.” I took out the drawing Damian did and showed it to DogDay. “Look what he drew for me. Isn’t that sweet?” DogDay smiled and wagged his tail.  

“That is very sweet Angel! He sees you as a mom. Hey, why not adopt him?" I think I got whiplash from how fast I looked up at DogDay. “Huh?! Adopt him??” “Why not Angel? You two seem so found of each other.” I laughed nervously before talking back. “Well yes, but- I mean- I don’t know...” I only just turned 21 today and I’m sure there would be a lot of paperwork to fill out and other legal stuff. “He’s a great kid, really but-” I couldn’t get anything else to come out of my mouth. “It’s alright Angel you don’t need to say anything else.” He patted me on the back. “Since we don’t have anything else planned for today why not head home early Angel?” “Really?” I didn’t want to leave yet. “Mhm, in fact you should head home right now. I already got your things.” He picked me up and started caring me to the cable car. “Wait- what about the surprise?!” “Oh don’t worry Angel, you’ll still see it.”  

We made it to the cable car and he set me down. I turned to look at him with a sad look on my face. “Believe me Angel, I would love to spend more time with you, but I don’t want you to miss your surprise.” He handed me my stuff and kissed the top of my head. “See you tomorrow, Angel.” “Bye....” I was stunned. I walked into the cable car and sat down as the doors had closed. As I was travaling up I stood up and went to the window and waved goodbye to DogDay. We both waved goodbye until we couldn’t see each other anymore. 

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I made it back home and plopped down on my bed. I closed my eyes and sighed before opening my eyes and saying, “Wait...I didn’t see his surprise?!” I sighed in disappointment. Oh well, I could always see it tomorrow. I turned on my phone and saw that it was almost 8 o’ clock. I reached over for my TV remote and turned on the TV. I’m a kid at heart so when Damian told me that a certain channel shows all of the Smiling Critters cartoons, I knew I had to record them. Since I’m home around the time that they showed, I didn’t need to record this one.  

The intro started to play out and I smiled and sang along with it. Once the intro finished a little message appeared on screen. I got closer and looked at what it said. “To my Angel." I read out loud. I was confused for a second before it faded away and the cartoon version of DogDay appeared on screen. “Hey Angel, I hope you’re at home watching this now. You’re probably thinking that you missed your surprise but in fact you’re watching it right now!” My jaw was opened as DogDay continued to talk. He...he had an episode made for me....... 

I watched the episode play out and the whole time I couldn’t stop smiling. “And now it’s time to sing you happy birthday!” Out of nowhere a birthday cake showed up on screen. It had one candle in the center and was already lit. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday my sweet Angel, happy birthday to you~” I felt a tear forming in my eye. “Blow out your candle Angel.” DogDay then held the cake closer to the screen. I laughed and acted like I blew out the candle. In the cartoon the flame disappeared. “I hope your wish comes true Angel.” The screen then faded black, signaling that the episode was over. I grabbed my remote and rewind the episode so that I could tape it. Best birthday ever.  

A/N: DogDay just purposely got paint on him so that he and you could be together longer >:)

[novashelby]

Daddy, Don't Preach~Tommy X Daughter!Reader

Pairing: No romantic pairing-TommyxAdopted!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, abortion, some angst, language

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Tommy's daughter has to confess that she's been hiding a secret.

A/N: It was a request. I am not 100% thrilled with how it came out, so I may write a different version soon. :) But I still wanted to post it.

Please comment and reblog!

Aunt Polly was the first one to notice. The young girl had become increasingly fatigued and nauseated. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together considering she’d been setting a boy from St. Michael’s just across the way. He was a nice boy, but Aunt Polly could read people well enough to know it was nothing ending with a ring. Puppy love they call it, but unfortunately for her niece, it wouldn’t end as easy. She watched the young girl yawn over breakfast and rub her temples. Simple, but something she loved was eggs. But when Aunty Polly pushed the plate over to the girl, there was a hesitation. 

Pursing her lips, she asked, “not hungry?” The young girl could hardly answer, balled fist pressed against her mouth trying to keep down whatever was begging to come up. Shaking her head, she slid from the table and rushed for the sink. Aunt Polly gave a knowing grin as she sipped her tea, listening to dry heaving. “You’ve been getting sick a lot,” she commented from the table. Her niece walked out, dabbing the corner of her lips. 

“Just a bug,” the young girl replied, taking her seat again and pushing away the eggs, opting to only eat the toast. 

There was a moment of silence before Polly asked, “when did you and that boy have sex?”

She was about to take a bite of toast when Aunt Polly dropped the questions. Slowly, she looked over. “I’m sorry?” Aunty Polly arched her brows, knowingly. Was it that noticeable? She wiped her mouth with the back of wrist and took a drink of milk. “Peter and I don’t have sex-”

“No?”

“No.” She confirmed. “Besides, Peter has moved to Cambridge. Last week, in fact.” She stood from the table and gathered her coat from the brass hanger at the door. “I should run an errand. Daddy’s asked me to drop some things off at the post, I need to pick up a few things at the store, and Aunty Esme has asked me to watch the children while she goes to the clinic.” 

As she was swinging her coat over her shoulder, Aunty Polly commented, “you’ve haven’t gotten your monthly bleed in nearly three months.” 

Sighing, she responded, “and how do you know that?” 

They connected glances for a second before Aunt Polly looked at her tea. “I wash your linens.” 

“I’ve been more careful-”

“You no longer wear your button blouse.”

“I stained it the other day-”

“For fucks sake, dear,” Aunty Polly sighed, rolling her eyes. “I’ve had two children. I know when a woman is pregnant. Well, in your case, a girl.” Defeated, she pressed her coat neatly over the nearest piece of furniture. The color drained from her face, and she could no longer look at her aunt. It was true. She and her best friend went to the clinic three weeks prior. Without a rabbit test, he couldn’t say for sure. However, her symptoms were unmistakable. “Does he know?” Aunty Polly asked. “The boy, I mean. Is he aware that you are pregnant-”

“He wants nothing to do with it,” she interrupted, finding herself falling into the sofa. “Why do you think he’s sent himself to Cambridge?” 

“When do you plan on telling your father?”

She hadn’t thought about that. Well, she had, but only briefly just before pushing it to the back of her head never to ponder again. “I’m hoping it kinda just…goes away.”

“It will,” Aunty Polly said, getting up and joining her side on the sofa. “In six months time, it will go away. Instead of being in your stomach, it will magically appear out and poof! Into a crying, screaming, shitting human being.” She grabbed the girl’s chin lightly, eyes narrowing. “I won’t tell him, but you best tell him sooner versus later because you know what Tommy hates more than a pregnant daughter? A lying pregnant daughter…” 

The girl shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, turning averting her direction. “ I’ll tell him soon, I promise.” 

“Good,” she said, standing. “He won’t kill you, but be prepared for some yelling…maybe some throwing. That’s the best case scenario, anyway.”

“Worst case?” the girl winced.

“Well,” she started, thinking for a moment. “Well, Peter won’t be staying in Cambridge, that’s for sure.” 

Time went on, and each day she wanted to tell him. She went to bed every night feeling ready. However, when the morning came, she backtracked. Aunty Polly would give her these patronizing side glances. Almost as if she was threatening to spill the news herself. It was finally when the young girl walked into his work office, interrupting a meeting. He was mid-conversation when he looked up and said, “darling, I’m busy. Do you mind giving me a few moments?” It was now or never. If she walked out those double doors, she wouldn’t walk back in. She’d run, she was sure of it. 

Taking a deep breath, she let out, “no. I need you…I need m-my daddy….” Her words came out as a long scratchy stutter. Tommy paused, studying the girl’s quivering bottom lip. “Daddy, I need you…I need to talk to you.” 

Tommy sighed and nodded, looking at the two gentlemen across from him. “Alright, just give me a moment and I will be with you.” He walked over to the door and looked down at her quietly, motioning for her to go outside. “What happened?” 

“Daddy,” she trembled. “You should sit down on the couch-”

“Love,” he stressed, rubbing at his temple. “Just fucking tell me…I don’t need the run around.” 

She couldn’t look at him. The way he was staring down at her. Since the moment he adopted her, she was placed on a pedestal. The daughter who could do no wrong. She was his perfect girl. He’d say it all the time. Look at my perfect girl. “I’m pregnant,” she said in a very low whisper.

Tommy had to have misheard it. “I’m sorry?” he asked, brow arched. “Love, I’m getting old here. I can’t hear you-”

“Daddy! I’m pregnant!” she yelled that time, enough for a few floaters in the background to hear. The workers stopped. In fact, the whole world froze. She slowly looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. He had no expression, no reaction for the first few seconds before he slid to the couch. There were no words to describe the ache he just felt. It was as if someone took a club and beat his chest with it. The last thing Tommy wanted was to yell at her. If there was anything in the world that he could describe as porcelain, it’d be his baby. Porcelain; something delicate and precious. While most fathers pictured their daughters meeting a good man and getting married, giving them beautiful grandchildren, Thomas was the opposite. To him, she was always going to live with him because no man on the earth was good enough. “Daddy, please say something. Anything.”

He slowly drifted his attention from the blank wall to her face. “Tommy, I got the paperwork from the ba-what’s wrong?” John walked in, file tucked under his arm. Tommy looked over at him and got up, grabbing the file, nodding.

“Take her home,” he said, in a monotone voice. 

“Daddy!” she cried as she watched him walk past her and go through the two double doors. Her heart shattered like glass. She felt as though her body was going numb as she slowly slid to the ground, silently sobbing. John kneeled at her side about to say something when the door burst open.

Tommy paused, playing with the barrel of his gun. “I’m gonna fookin’ kill him. I’m going to fookin’ shoot that mother fucker in the nutsacks! Then after that, I’m going to shoot his fucking arsehole off his fooking body.” Tommy had never felt rage as such. Angrily, he kicked the leg of the sofa then knocked a picture off the wall, words grumbling under his breath. It hit John and he slowly looked at the girl, swallowing. 

“You’re pregnant?” he asked, and when she nodded, he shook his head. “You’re bloody fuckin’ sixteen, eh? Where’s Peter?” 

Tommy stopped pacing, staring at her. “Pregnant? Like actually fuckin’ pregnant?! Sixteen, fuckin’ pregnant, I’m…how!?”

“I think she had sex, Tommy,” John said, which was not received well. 

“You fuckin’ had sex!?” he yelled, turning and rubbing the back of his neck, running his hands through his hair before punching at the door frame. “You had sex! Why did you do that!? You were never, ever suppose to fuckin’ do that….I’m going to shoot the fucking bastard, John…I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot him-”

“I know, Tommy,” John agreed, trying to calm his brother down. “I know.”

“Right in his fuckin cock!”

“Right in his cock,” John continued. 

“His cock…they had sex,” he said, trying to catch his breath, leaning on the door frame. “My little fuckin’ girl. He put his cock into my- no, no, no. She’s not pregnant. Absolutely fuckin’ not. It’s not possible! Where would they have been able to do that?!” She watched her father go through several degrees of grief, nervous playing with her skirt hem. He turned to her. “You’re playing a fucking joke on me…not funny! You’re a virgin because you have to be a virgin.” 

“Tommy, I think you’re deflecting now,” John said. “How about you and I, we take a ride and talk through it, eh? Get a drink?” He shook his head and reminded John to take her home. “Alright. I’ll come back-”

“Take her home and we’ll talk about it when we get home,” he said, slowly looking at her. “It’ll be okay. We’ll talk about it when I get home. Stop your crying, eh?” Tommy reached over and patted her on the cheek before walking back into his office.  

Later that night, she was laying in bed, rubbing her tummy and staring at the ceiling when he came in…no knocking. She turned to look at him, blotchy red face. Pointing at her as he did, he asked, “what are you doing?” 

She sat up, resting over her elbows. “Bed?”

“No,” he said, pulling up the vanity chair. “Love, what are you doing about the baby?” She hadn’t thought about it. Sighing, he raised three fingers. “You have three options, love. One, you and I tomorrow morning take a trip to Liverpool-”

“Women die from that, Daddy,” she said. “I’m not getting an abortion.

“Alright, but that means you’re going to have this baby. You’re going to start showing and other people are going to notice. People who were once your friends, may not be friends with you anymore. School may kick you out and I wouldn’t be surprised if the church no longer wants you there. Understand the consequences. You’re an unmarried girl. Number two, you have the baby and we send it off to the orphanage. It’ll find a new home and you’ll be able to resume your normal life. Three, you have this child-”

“I’m having my baby,” she said. “Daddy, I couldn’t-”

“Fine.” He wasn’t happy at first with her decision, having to leave the room for a moment before coming back in. “Let me tell you something, I’m not fucking happy! But, this is the situation and there is nothing we can do about it. But let me fucking say a few things. That piece of shit,” he paused, pointing at the door. “Peter better stay the fuck off. Understand me? As far as I’m concerned, he’s lost that privilege. That child is a Shelby and it’ll be named a Shelby.”

She slowly started to smile. “So, you aren’t going to kick me out?”

He softened a bit and joined her on the bed. “No, I’m not kicking you out. But another thing…I’m not grandpa. Understand me? That child is not calling me grandpa. I don’t have enough fuckin’ greys to be called that.”

“Then what would you like to be called?” she asked, grinning. “Papa?”

Tommy gave her a look. “Fuckin’ ‘ell! Papa?! No. They’ll call me Mr. Shelby until we’re on speaking basis. We’ll move up to Tommy then go from there.” 

Ten Months Later

“Come see pap-pap,” Tommy cooed in a light hearted tune, bypassing his daughter who rolled her eyes. He looked down in the crib, making kissy faces. “Ahh, look at my little poopah,” he said, picking up the four month old and cradling her in his arms. He’d just come home from a business meeting. 

“Daddy,” his daughter whined. “I just put her down for a nap-”

“What!? Ah, please, she’s fine,” he said, waving his hand. He played with her bottom lip making mock baby noises. The little one whined, little hands grabbing for nothing. “Aww, you want pap-pap’s hat? Don’t you? Yes you do. Pap Pap is going to get you your own little hat! We’ll be twins!” He smiled wide, looking at his daughter, who was unamused.  

She sighed, crawling under the sheet. “Well, you go play twins and I’m going to take a nap.”  

He hardly said ‘goodbye’, happily tugging the baby out the door with him. From the bed, all she heard was, “Pap Pap loves his little poopah. You so pretty, you so chunky, you so…you so…smelly! Uh Oh! Poopah went poopy. It’s okay, we were visiting Aunty Polly anyways. She’ll clean you right up, eh? We’ll just say you pooped in the car on the way, okay? C’mon. Put that hat on again….”

[callumsluvr]

redemption

Summary: In which Y/N Thomas is left to raise her and Rafe Cameron’s baby after he refuses to take responsibility for it. He shows up after two years, ready to redeem himself, but is it too late?

Chapter 1:

5 years ago - September 2nd

“Are you by any chance from the Outer Banks?” you ask the boy sitting next to you in your freshman year English class. “I am, why?” He states, with a very charming smile. “You look familiar. Do you know Topper Thornton?” He nods and chuckles slightly, “I do.” “Topper’s my cousin,” you smile softly at the thought of the younger boy who you loved like a little brother. “Yeah?” He asks, “Where are you from?” You smile and flip to a page in your notebook, “Charleston, but I’ve visited the Outer Banks a lot to see Topper and the rest of my family.” 

5 years ago - September 5th

The party you’re at is already packed, the smell of weed and alcohol is in the air, and the noise is enough to give you a headache already. As you and your friend, Ella, start to walk up the stairs to the frat house  you hear, “Hey! Y/N, right?” 

It’s Rafe. 

Unfortunately (for you) charming, extremely put together, and just bad enough to get you in trouble. That’s how Ella described him when you asked about him. And that’s the impression you got from his instagram. 

“Yeah, you’re Rafe, right?” He smirks and nods while walking over to you, abandoning his friends. Ella sighs behind you and shakes her head subtly. “Hi Ella,” Rafe smiles, obnoxiously. “Hey, Cameron.”  Ella gives Rafe an unimpressed look, “Y/N and I are busy. Good to see you.” She grabs your arm and drags you into the frat house, looking for her boyfriend. 

4 years ago - October 1st 

Ella finally picks up the phone and you immediately squeal into it. “Rafe asked me out! Finally!” You giggle and you hear Ella chuckle softly on the other side of the phone, “Took him long enough, I’m happy for you. Tell me all about it.” You both can hear each other’s smiles on the other side of the phone. 

3 years ago - August 22nd 

You and Rafe are laying in his bed, after getting back from a week-long visit to the Outer Banks, where you had met his family, who undoubtedly loved you, for the first time. Even his father, who clearly faked his support and affection for his son the whole week, this was easy to tell only because Rafe had told you all about him and his father while driving there, as a warning for you, just in case. 

“I love you,” He says, smiling into your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair. “Don’t see a future without you in it.” He mumbles and you smile, probably the widest you’ve ever smiled. “I love you, can’t wait to be with you forever and deal with the wonderful in-laws.” You laugh, teasingly and he chuckles, half out of embarrassment and half out of humor. Rafe had watched you immediately get along with his whole family and after telling you about his struggles with his family, he thought that you would think he was the problem, but you understood his point of view and believed him wholeheartedly.

3 years ago - August 23rd 

“Rafe, I’m pregnant. That’s why I’ve been sick. Went to the doctor’s today.” You stated, shaking from nerves and speaking in short sentences to make sure that he got point. Rafe stares at you, unmoving. His eyes are colder and emptier than you’ve ever seen them. It’s the way his father looks at him. “I don’t- I don’t know what to do. I’m so sorry, Rafe.” You stutter, trying to get him to say anything, do anything. Anything but what he’s doing right now. He quietly stands up from his bed and towers over you, “I’m sorry.” He says, looking away. “You know I can’t do that right now.” Your eyes widen, “Do what? Take care of a child? And I can? Alone?” He sighs and opens his door, “I’m sorry.” He says coldly, waiting for you to leave. Your eyes look at the door and immediately water. “What happened to being excited for the future? You never meant that, did you? Rafe, I’m twenty. I can’t do this alone!” You hope to get to him somehow, but you can see his walls are already built taller than you could ever break down. After taking one last look at him, you walk out of his room, for the last time. Preparing to raise a baby alone. 

2 years ago - April 23rd 

“You would have a baby on Earth Day.” Sarah laughs, while walking in the room. You smile at her, and the joke. “He’s already a little hippie.” Wheezie says from behind her, while holding flowers. “Hi you two,” You smile and give them weak hugs from your spot on your bed. After you let them go, they immediately swarm the cot that your newborn baby is laying in, cooing over him instantly. Sarah looks at you, “What name did you decide on?” 

“Crew Joseph Thomas.” You say, with a weak smile. They both coo in awe at him and his name quietly. You hear Wheezie mumble something about using Rafe’s middle name to Sarah, who quickly shushes her. 

A few hours later, Wheezie leaves to go get some food, leaving just you and Sarah in the room. “Did you tell him?” She asks, and you shake your head. “He said he couldn’t do it. I’m respecting that. I don’t think he should be in and out of Crew’s life. He’s either completely in or completely out.” You shrug, watching Crew sleep in his aunt Sarah’s arms. Wheezie walks in, frantically, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You and Sarah look up, confused. “What?” You say, furrowing your brows. “He’s here.” You and Sarah both look at each other, and your brain goes completely numb. “How did he find out?” Sarah asks, and Wheezie shakes her head, shrugging, “Maybe Rose told him, or dad? But I think he saw me.” She looks at you, apologetically, “I’m so sorry.” You sigh, “It’s alright, Wheeze. It’s not your fault. He was gonna find out at some point, better here than anywhere else, I guess.” 

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, there is a knock on the door. Sarah and Wheezie look at you, and you nod. Sarah hands Crew off to you and grabs Wheezie to sit outside. She opens the door and rolls her eyes at Rafe, pushing her and Wheezie past him and into the hallway. He walks in with his hands in his jeans pocket, trying to shrink in on himself. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t be in a hospital room with his ex-girlfriend and their baby. He sniffs, “Hey.” You watch him walk across the room and stand at your feet, awkwardly. “Hi Rafe.” You say, quietly, “His name is Crew Joseph," watching Rafe eye Crew in your arms. “Joseph?” He asks, his eyes widening slightly and you nod. “Cameron?” He asks, finally making eye contact with you. You look at him and shake your head slowly, “Thomas. Thought it would be easier while he grows up.” He deflates slightly, but nods, “Yeah, no, makes sense.” 

There’s a moment of silence before you look down at Crew, who is now wide awake, “Do you want to hold him?” You ask quietly, not wanting to startle Rafe even further. You did feel slightly bad for him, you had all of your pregnancy to prepare for this moment, but Rafe is just now showing up and seeing his baby, without seeing the birth, or your pregnancy stomach. He looks up at you, and his lips separate, before closing back quickly. “You don’t hav-” “Yes, ple-” You both speak at the same time. He chuckles softly, “I do, I want to hold him.” 

After Rafe gets settled on the bed, at your feet, you pass Crew to him. Crew whines softly, and Rafe looks up at you, worried. You smile at him, reassuring him, “He’s fine. He’s just getting settled.” Rafe nods, trying to play it off, “Right, I remember Wheezie at this age.” He says, quietly. You smile softly at him, this is your Rafe. Well, not anymore, but he was. This is who you knew, not the cold, angry boy who threw you out of his room when you told him. He speaks up, “I can’t stick around. You know I can’t. I’m sorry.” He stares at Crew, staring up at Rafe from his place in his father’s protective arms. You nod, you expected this, you knew he wouldn’t stick around, you’ve prepared for it. “I think you should know that we’re moving back to Charleston after I graduate.” You say, just because he doesn’t want to be involved, doesn’t mean he shouldn’t know where his son is. 

After an hour of sitting with Crew and Rafe in peaceful silence, Rafe has to leave. With his hand on the doorknob, he turns to look at you, “I’ll be in the Outer Banks after this year. If you need anything, please let me know.” He says, quietly. You nod, “Rafe.” He looks up at you, “He’ll grow up knowing who you are. He’ll know who is dad is, but I won’t say why you couldn’t be here.” He blinks rapidly and nods, before closing the door. 

[ladyinwriting18]

A Gift For A Hound (Sandor Clegane x Reader)

Summary: Joffrey gives his faithful Hound a gift---you.

Words: 5,277 Warnings: PIV, Oral sex, Master/Slave,

The Hound walks down the long stone corridor that leads to his room. In his right hand he carries a wineskin filled with the first thing he could get his fucking hands on. Being the personal bodyguard to a cunt like Joffrey is no easy task. The little shit is ruthlessly cruel. Which is saying something coming from him. Sandor Clegane isn’t known for being kind hearted but he’s no Joffrey. The boy is sick in the head. He does his best to push it from his mind. The day is done, meaning he can forget the shit from the day and drown himself in wine alone until the numbness of sleep takes him. This is Sandor’s nightly ritual. One that he honestly looks forward to. But when he opens the door, he isn’t greeted by the usual solitude. Instead, there’s a naked woman kneeling on the floor beside his bed.

It takes him a moment to get over the initial shock, but when he does, his voice booms throughout his chamber. “What the fuck is this? What are you doing here?”  You lift your head to look at him, keeping your hands palms up on the tops of your knees. You’re as naked as your nameday, all except your neck. Tied around it is a yellow ribbon with three black dogs down the front—the colors and sigil of his house. “Hello, My Lord Hound.” “I’m no lord. So you can keep those meaningless titles to yourself.” You nod but stay silent. Sandor growls, nearly barking at you. “Well? Are you going to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in here?” You don’t even flinch at his raised voice, just answer him softly with a voice as warm as honey. “I belong to you. I am yours to do with as you please.” His brows pull together, not understanding the words that just left your mouth. “What?” You smile and patiently repeat yourself. “I belong to you now, for as long as you want me.” Your words have his eyes roam over your body for the first time. Every curve, the smoothness of your skin, and the way the chill in the room already has your nipples hard makes his cock twitch. “I’m a gift from King Joffrey.” That catches his attention. Joffrey barely spared him a glance. Now he was giving him gifts? “You’re…my gift.” You smile warmly. “Yes. Master.” That was new. No one had ever called him that before. He isn’t sure how to feel about it, but it’s far better than being called ‘my lord’. He steps over the threshold and lets the door shut behind him before moving closer. At his approach, you once again bow your head. There’s a gentle air about you. It’s something that isn’t a typical trait to the women found on the Streets of Silk. Not that Sandor was a frequent visitor. Most women couldn’t stomach looking at his scarred face. Even when he paid them, they struggled. What was the point of wasting coin on that?

You, on the other hand, are almost intoxicatingly feminine. It makes him want to press his nose to your cunt and breathe in your scent. He looks down at you, feeling more curious and less irritated than when he first walked in. “You said you belong to me?” You nod. “So, you’ll do anything I ask you to?” You keep your eyes downcast but respond without hesitation. “Yes, Master Hound. It will bring me great pleasure to fulfill your every request.”

A tension builds through his frame. Not out of anger, but anticipation. Anticipation to feel release that he often doesn’t get unless he takes his cock in his hand. “Look at me,” he commands. You do so eagerly, looking at him without a speck of fear. He searches your eyes for the lie, determined to find it. He is the Hound afterall. Usually he could smell a liar from yards away, but with you, he only sees devotion. As if you truly wish to serve him. Most were intimidated or afraid of him, but this is something different. It’s submission. It awakens his more animalistic needs. The part that wants nothing more than to fuck and claim and breed. His unscarred eye twitches as his hand moves to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, fuck, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his gloved tumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his.  He starts to pull his armor and clothes from his body. You sit up on your knees, helping where you can. You manage to pull the gauntlets from his hands and unbuckle his sword belt. But the rest he does. His fingers move too fast and he knows the armor like the back of his hand. You find other ways to make yourself useful, taking items from him and gently placing them down while he throws the rest on the floor. When he’s left in nothing but his pants and boots, your hand lightly runs over the bulge in the front of his pants. Involuntarily, he bucks into your touch, wanting more. However, you make no move to continue past teasing touches. He grunts impatiently, catching your attention. Your eyes meet, your head tilting to the side as you whisper the words…. “Command me, Master.” Command? Why the fuck would he need to do that? Any other whore he’d ever slept with always took matters into their own hands and rushed to get things over with. “Tell me how to please you. I just want to please my Master.” Your pleading tone shoots right to his already hardening cock. The corners of his mouth twitch into a grin while his hand moves to the back of your skull. He pulls you in, guiding you closer to his groin.

“Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, leaving kisses along his clothed cock. Only the linen of his pants separates you, but still he can feel the warmth of your mouth. Sandor lets out a rough growl while undoing the knot at the front of his pants. “Don’t stop.” You coo as sweetly as a dove and your kisses become more passionate as moans escape your parted lips. You hold eye contact with him without fear, without disgust, without judgment. He can’t recall a time when even his fellow King’s Guard was able to look at him, let alone a woman. Everything about this is different. You are different. 

You look at him with desire. It only makes him more eager to sink his cock into you. However, once the cloth falls away to reveal his fully naked form, you sit back on your heels with your feet folded beneath you. You sit with your spine perfectly straight and your hands resting on your knees. You look more like a high born lady than a common whore. So submissive and pretty. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” His hand comes down to wrap around the length of his aching cock. Your eyes dart to the movement of his hand. You seem transfixed but still manage to respond, “My sole purpose is to give my Master pleasure. I’m your property to do with as you please.”

“My property?” he breathes and starts to slowly stroke himself. He does this more to tease you than himself. It clearly works because you only seem able to nod. A sly grin comes across his features. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “A beautiful…little thing…that belongs to me.” Sandor pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I belong to you and only you.”

“Then be a good girl and come suck your Master’s cock.” You rise onto your knees so fast that you almost take him by surprise. Within moments, you’re pushing his hand away and wrapping your own around the base while your tongue traces over the veins in his shaft. “Your cock is so thick,” you moan out. Sandor isn’t sure if you meant to say that out loud but it hardly matters once you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Your hand and mouth work in tandem—tugging firmly while lovingly sucking. That is…until you drop your hand away and swallow his cock whole. “Fucking Hells,” he swears and involuntarily bucks his hips forward. You hum, tightening your lips around his thickness as you pick up the pace and bob your head up and down. He watches you intently. Dark brown irises burn with lust as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “Filthy thing is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he pants, dick stiffening and pulsing in your mouth. 

You nod with a happy little hum, and Sandor can’t fight the smile that tugs at the corners of his scarred lips. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants more. His hand shoots out to grip the back of your head as thick fingers tangle in the locks of your hair. He moves you up and down at just the right pace. You obey his physical command, allowing him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. Sandor is by no means a small man and his cock is no different, but you handle it with skill. The sloppy, wet sounds of you sucking with such enthusiasm makes him feel drunk. The pleasure courses through him, all the way down to his toes. It’s almost too much. And your big, beautiful eyes don’t make it any easier. They’re full of affection while unshed tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from how wide your mouth is stretched open. He slams his cock into your throat, hitting as deeply as you can possibly take him. Your hands and nails dig into his thighs to hold yourself steady. “That’s it,” he grunts, “take it.” You moan and gag with your brows knit together. He would have thought you were in pain if it wasn’t for the blissed expression on your face.

Sandor takes all of you in, wanting to commit the image of you gagging on his cock to memory. So that when you were gone, he’d at least still have that. But that’s when he catches sight of you pressing your thighs together. The blood in his veins sings. You’re getting off on this.

On pleasing him. On having his cock in your mouth. On obeying. Suddenly, having you down on the ground isn’t enough. He forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock out of your mouth. You whine at the loss and lean forward to try and get him back in your mouth, but not even your alluring mouth will keep a man like The Hound from getting what he wants. Bending at the waist, he shoves his hands under your armpits and lifts you up from the ground before throwing you onto his bed. You yelp when your back hits the mattress. Sandor simply grins at your shock from being so easily manhandled.  “Is that cunt as pretty as your face, girl?” Blood rushes to your cheeks, coloring them, but still you open your legs, baring yourself. You’re a soaking, dripping mess. He’s certain he’s never seen a cunt as wet as yours is right now. It makes his throat feel dry…and in desperate need of a drink. Not willing to wait any longer, Sandor sinks to his knees and dives his face between your thighs. His tongue drags along your folds before it grazes your clit. Even at the slightest touch, you sigh and arch into his mouth. “More. Please, give me more.” Your pleas are sweet. So sweet that he’s no longer interested in teasing. He repeats the movement of his tongue but this time uses the flat of it to press firmer against your sensitive bud. You cry out, thighs closing tightly around his head. Sandor grunts, his arms sliding under your legs. He curls them around your thighs and uses his hands to keep your legs apart. With your movements restricted, he smashes his mouth against your clit. His lips wrap around it and suck. You buck and manage to throw a leg over his shoulder. Your foot presses against his broad back, using it as leverage to grind your hips towards his mouth. He smirks, proud that he’s the one eliciting such a response from you. While it’s true he rarely spends his coin on whores, this skill was something he learned long before his days at King’s Landing. In his youth, there had been a servant girl who worked in the kitchens. They had grown up together and thus she hadn’t ever feared his burned face. Exploring one another's bodies had felt natural. That’s how Sandor became acquainted with the taste of women. Once upon a time, they might have been married…if Gregor hadn’t found out and killed her in a jealous rage. Sandor forces the past from his mind. There’s no use in it when he has your cunt filling his senses. He savors the taste on his tongue, using it to flick your clit while sucking on it. You continue to buck and cry out, the pleasure clearly building for you. But he doesn’t want you reaching your peak just yet. He moves away, only slightly. His saliva mixes with your slick. They drip together making you all the more wet. It’s a delicious sight.

“Messy thing,” he praises, and he can feel the way your toes curl against his back. “You know,” he continues, “I usually spend my nights drinking but you’ve interrupted that.” Purposely, he pauses, letting you think he’s actually upset. You whimper, ready to apologize but Sandor speaks over you, his voice huskier than before. “Are you going to make it up to me, girl? And give me something else to drink?” You stumble over your words but still manage to speak, “Y-Yes Master, anything.”

Sandor hums from the back of his throat and swipes your clit with his tongue before answering. “Then be a good little slut and cum on my tongue.” Not bothering to wait for a reply, he runs his tongue to your slit, gathering more juices along the way. He probes your entrance before letting it fill you. You gasp in time with his moan. No longer can he taste the wine he was previously drinking. His taste buds are filled with nothing but your cunt. He vigorously pumps his tongue in and out of you. Your hands find his head, fingers tangle in hair in an attempt to tug him in deeper. “Fuckkkk, you’re so good with your tongue, Master!” Usually Sandor hates being touched without permission, but you’re so desperate it feels like he’d be committing a sin if he stopped you.

Besides, you’re dripping down his chin and giving him exactly what he wanted—a drink. But like a man starved, he wants more. He presses his thumb to your clit to stroke it. You throw your head back and sing. It’s the purest music he’s ever heard. 

The louder you moan, the harder his cock throbs.

For the next few moments, the only sounds are your cries of pleasure and his grunts against your core.

It isn’t long before you start trembling, to the point that even your inner thighs shake.

“I…I’m going to–”

You don’t need to finish your sentence for Sandor to know that you’re about to cum. He doesn’t let up the movements of his tongue or the pressure to your clit but still you try to force words out of your mouth. “P-Please. Please can I–?” Realization flashes through him. You were asking for permission to cum. Why you think you needed to ask, Sandor doesn’t know, but Gods if it isn’t the most erotic fucking thing. He moves away just enough to speak. “Go on, girl. Give me what I want and cum.” His tongue plunges back into your depths and you spasm around it. When your orgasm hits, your entire body goes rigid and breathy, unrestrained moans bleed from your throat. His cock twitches wildly in response, precum surely dripping onto the stone floor he’s kneeling on. You’ve coated his tongue with your juices, making Sandor wonder if you’ll do the same to his cock. He works you through your aftershocks while drinking from you, licking up every drop he can.   It's only when you fall limply back onto the mattress that he stops and removes his tongue and fingers from you. He sits back to look you over. You’re even more beautiful with a flushed face and glossed over eyes.

“Thank you for letting me cum, Master,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Rising onto the bed, he grabs you by the back of the neck and hauls you towards him. His mouth crashes onto yours, forcing his tongue past your parted lips.

You return the kiss in a flurry of passion while your hands roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your kiss, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue.

Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock.

He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “Make me belong to you.” “I thought you already did,” he teases gruffly with his hot breath in your face. “You’re my property, remember?” Color blooms across your cheeks, but whether it’s in satisfaction or embarrassment, Sandor isn’t sure. “I am. I belong to you, Lord Hound. I’m your—” He barks over you, cutting you off. “What did I say about that ‘my lord’ shit?” You instantly close your mouth, lips pressing into a thin line at your mistake. Fucking hells. He wanted to fuck you, not scold you. Sandor lets out a breath and forces himself to soften his tone. “I don’t need fancy titles, my name is good enough.” Your expression falls, the color draining from your cheeks. “King Joffrey only referred to you as ‘The Hound’. Is…Is that not your name?” You look upset, bordering on mortified but Sandor can’t stop the gruff laugh that bubbles from his chest. 

“I should have known that slimy little bastard would pull something like that.” You look thoroughly confused. His dark eyes look you over, your once pliable body now stiff as stone. However, it’s the ribbon of his house sigil that catches his attention. It doesn’t have the same appeal now that he knows you don’t know what it means. “And I’m guessing he didn’t tell you the meaning behind this?” he questions bitterly and starts untying it from around your neck. You shake your head ‘no’. “Just that it would please you to see me wear it.” He pulls the ribbon free, but before he can toss it away, you grip his large hand with both of yours. “Tell me? Please, Master, I want to know.” You ask so sincerely that it halts his movements. Your eyes meet, and all his willpower leaves him. “It’s the sigil for my house.” “House?” you prompt in hopes he’ll continue. 

“Clegane.” You smile bright, repeating after him so you could lock the information away forever. Sandor, on the other hand, is too distracted by the new rush of blood that pumps down to his groin. When he doesn’t say anything else, you squeeze his hand gently. “And my Master’s given name?” “Sandor.” “Sandor.” You take your time saying it, as if tasting his name on your tongue. “Sandor Clegane,” you whisper with a smirk, noticing how he starts leaning in closer. He doesn’t stop, forcing you to shift your position and slowly lay back onto the bed. “Master Sandor.”  You moan and he growls. Your legs part to accommodate him and he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. “You don’t need to call me Master.” Your smirk widens. “But you like it when I do.” He huffs because you’re right. “Fucking vixen,” he snarls and kisses you hard. Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders and your legs hike up to his hips, allowing his cock to press against your core. You’re still so warm and wet that it’s almost painful to not plunge himself inside. And maybe he would have if you hadn’t been so smug just now. “Beg,” he commands, while the hand not holding him up grips your neck. “And tell your Master what you want.” His fingers wrap effortlessly around your throat. He doesn’t do this to hurt you, just to apply enough pressure so you know who’s in charge. To his surprise, you moan and tilt your head back to give him better access. “That’s better,” he coos and rewards you by running his tongue from your jawline to the shell of your ear. “Brat just needed to be put back in her place, didn’t she?” His hot breath in your ear gives you goosebumps. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.” “Then prove it.” He gives your throat another squeeze before releasing it. “I’ll behave, I swear.” Your hands run from his forearms, over his muscular shoulders and down his chest until the swell of your breasts are pressed against him. “I just want my Master to claim me. Want to feel him inside.” You pause and rock your hips forward to grind your cunt against his length. “Please, Sandor? Please fuck me.”  It’s his name that does him in. He isn’t used hearing it, let alone someone saying it while asking him to fuck them. He straightens his back and guides your legs to fully wrap around his waist. You continue pleading but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. He breathes out, watching his cock glisten from your juices when he pulls out a bit. Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full but also whole.

“Is this what you wanted, girl? To be speared on my cock and used?” “Yes!” you cry, trying to arch back to get his cock deeper. “Please use me. Ruin me for anyone else.”

At that, he slams into you, not being able to wait any longer. You yelp at the pressure, screaming and twisting your fists into the bedsheets. There’s no way he could keep his pace slow, not when you feel this good melting around his cock. 

You had said you wanted to be ruined. Sandor Celegane might not be a lord, or a knight, or a gentleman, but he could most certainly ruin you with his cock.

He repositions your legs, throwing them over his shoulders so that your feet are by his ears. He’s able to fuck you even deeper now, his balls smacking against you with every brutal thrust.

His rhythm is rough and steady. And with how tightly he holds your legs in place, you can do nothing but lay there moaning and clenching around him. 

“You’ll never forget this. When the next flimsy little knight comes along to fuck you, it’ll be my cock you think about.” 

Your eyes screw shut, the pleasure building in your lower belly. It feels like he’s everywhere, filling your cunt and taking over your mind and body. How you manage to nod in response is beyond you. But a nod isn’t good enough.

“Say. It,” he snarls, punctuating his words with even deeper thrusts. You curl your toes with a whine. “It’ll be your cock, Master! Only your cock.” “Mhmm, good girl.” He looks down at where your bodies are joined and sees his cock, hard, ribbed with veins and coated in your juices as it thrusts in and out of your wet hole. It’s a glorious sight and it has his orgasm threatening to hit, but there’s something he has to do first. And that’s making you cum. He reaches between your bodies and easily finds your clit. He rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breathing, rubbing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now. ”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way.

He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm all over him. It’s too much and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. Like a cat having their head scratched, an almost purring like sound leaves you at the feeling of him filling you with his seed. It has Sandor feeling dazed as to why that would please you, but his focus is on steadying his breathing as he comes down from cumming for the first time in fuck knows how long. Your breathing is also labored, while your eyes struggle to stay open. It’s clear you’re fighting off sleep. He carefully slips out of you, even more careful not to jostle you as he sits on the edge of the bed. He finds his wineskin from earlier by the foot of the bed. Greedily, he drinks from it until his throat no longer feels dry. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of your naked form. If he was this thirsty, then your throat must be raw after all that screaming. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. You whine, eyes fluttering open, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. “Here, this will help soothe your throat.” He hands you the wineskin, which you graciously take. Sandor watches you take long, slow sips. A drop slips past your mouth and drips down your chin to land on your breast. He grins. He likes a woman who doesn't mind getting dirty. You’re just as beautiful now as you were when he first walked in to you demurely sitting on the floor. “Will you tell me your name?”

You lower the wineskin from your lips and say it with a smile. This time it’s he who repeats you, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. You nod, smiling at him before taking another drink. He stands and starts making his way to the basin of water set on a small table in the corner of the room. “Drink as much as you like. I can get more,” he says from over his shoulder as he starts washing away the sweat on his chest and the slick that you’ve managed to coat even his balls in. Afterwards, he puts on a pair of lightweight sleep pants. When he turns back to you, he expects to find you still drinking or dressing, but instead he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your nightclothes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Sandor grunts under his breath, he should have known this wouldn’t last. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The bite in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His brows pull together in confusion, “Joffrey didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. That angers him. Joffrey was a callous shit but to leave you with nothing was just cruel. “No personal belongings? How the fuck did he expect you to get home after this?” You flinch, once again looking away. “The King said….” you trail off. “Nevermind, Master.” Your discomfort radiates off of you. Quietly, he fishes out a clean shirt out of a trunk at the end of the bed and makes his way over to you. “Arms up, Little One.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey and he slips the shirt over your head and helps you dress. “This damn thing is going to look more like a dress on you, but it’ll do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Sandor is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. You do and he continues. “Do you know why they call me ‘The Hound’?” You stare at him in fascination and shake your head. “Because I can smell a lie as easily as I can breathe. So out with it. What’s upsetting you?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip before responding. “King Joffrey told me I didn’t need to pack anything because he bought me from the keeper of the pleasure house. He…” You falter, trying to find the bravery to continue. “He said that if you didn’t wish to keep me once we were through, that he’d pass me around to his other guards until they used me up. Or that maybe he’d kill me himself.” Rage boils in his blood. Not only because Joffrey put you through hell, but because he suddenly can’t bear the thought of another having you. “No one is going to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” Sandor nearly chokes because he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew is that he didn’t want Joffrey or any other to get their hands on you. “Is…Is that what you want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Well don’t go making it sound like it’ll be all sunshine and lemoncakes. I’m not by any means a joy to live with and—” But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck. “Thank you, Sandor,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable. No one had ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it. The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone. He likes the way it feels having you close. It makes him feel things. Things he doesn’t have a name for. You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked against his chest. 

There was no way of knowing what the future held, but Sandor Celange did know one thing….. This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST

Chapter 8

Rebecca stirred as Brian was in the shower. It was now late afternoon. She instinctively knew that he was going to pull back again. He was going to try and reassert control. He was so damn stubborn. Throughout their marriage, anytime she tried to coddle when he was sick or feeling down, he tried to act the tough guy. But in bed, he seemed to melt anytime she held him close or ran her fingers through his hair. It was like he let out a long exhale and allowed himself to be truly loved by her. She had always had her suspicions about his secret. She had spent years trying to get him to open up, but he always demurred. Rebecca had always felt a very maternal instinct and in her heart knew that Brian needed permission to be himself, but that required him to be honest with himself.

 Over the years that maternal instinct kicked in while they were intimate. She had started presenting her breast to him and asked him to suckle. He did so very eagerly. She could sense how much he enjoyed it when he let his guard down. Once she even called herself mommy while he suckled, asking him if liked mommy’s milk. His cheeks turned bright red, but he didn’t stop sucking. She tried talking about it later with him to see if he enjoyed it, but again he pulled away. She knew he struggled with feeling masculine in bed as he was not the most well endowed man she had ever seen. It had been a source of tension at times in their marriage. There had been numerous nights where his frustration resulted in tears. He said that he wished he could better satisfy her in bed, but that his size must make him unappealing to her. She didn’t need a big, strong man in the bedroom. She just wanted him to be happy.

Brian heard his wife enter the bathroom as he showered. Rebecca let her clothing fall to the ground as she joined her husband in the shower. “Hey there sexy,” Brian said flirtatiously. She wrapped her arms around him and gave a quick kiss on the lips.

“Did my baby have a good nap?” she asked in her sweet, maternal tone. Brian had hoped that she would just let this whole thing end. She had her fun, but it was time to stop.

“It was fine babe, but can we just stop the whole baby thing now?” he said pensively, even physically pulling back from her. But she had no intention of relinquishing control now. She grabbed his crotch firmly, but just strong enough to give him a warning. “Do you remember the other evening when I asked you if I wanted you to be my baby?” she said like a stern mother. “I didn’t ask would you like to be my baby whenever it suits you, did I?” Brian’s eyes grew wide. He had never seen her like this ever in their ten years of marriage. Sure she had been mad before, but this was different. He looked down at her hand clenched around his genitalia. He honestly felt a bit scared.

“No,” he squeaked. He was even taken aback that his voice seemed slightly higher pitched. “No what,” she asked, not breaking eye contact. “No…mommy.”

“That righty my good boy,” as her grip softened a bit. “Now, I want to make this a clear and easy to understand as possible. You agreed to by my baby and a baby I shall have. I am in charge. Babies have no say. And babies that break mommy’s rules get spanked. You don’t want another one, do you?” she asked with a devious smile.

Brian felt absolutely defeated and the tears started falling. Rebecca’s stern demeanor faded to maternal care instantly. She let go and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head to rest on her shoulder. “It’s ok sweetheart. I know this is all confusing for my baby, its going to be ok. Mommy will never leave you and I will always take care of you. Have you washed up yet?” With his face still nestled in her shoulder, he shook his head no.

“That’s ok, let mommy help,” she said. She grabbed a wash cloth and lathered it with soap. She began to lovingly wash him, paying close attention to his crotch and his behind, “I just want to make sure my baby is clean. Can you lift your arms sweetheart?”

Brian could help the giggle that escaped his lips as she washed his armpits. “Is my baby ticklish,” she grinned and proceeded to blow a raspberry on his belly. “Ok, all done. Let’s hop out.” She grabbed a towel and dried him and instructed him to go wait on the bed for her. She finished drying herself off and got dressed. Brian sat on the bed, his brain cycling between infantile joy and total embarrassment. The emotions were just too much and curled into the fetal position and sobbed.

Rebecca laid down next to him and softly rubbed his back. “I am here to talk if you need to.” Brian tried to catch his breath.

“I’m so, so sorry. I wish this wasn’t me. I have been tormented by these feelings for so many years. I can’t explain why being a baby makes me feel so good. But then I’m overcome with shame and embarrassment and I thought that if you ever found out about it, you would instantly leave me. I wish that I could just get rid of these childish fantasies and just grow up. That way I can be a better husband to you. You must be so ashamed of me,” his sobs grew louder again. “But I can’t. I’ve had these feelings since I was a teenager. When we first met and in the first few years of our marriage those feelings dissipated a bit. I thought I could overcome this. But it came back even stronger than before. I have worn diapers off and on for the last five years. However, I always purged all of my things when that feeling of disgust took hold. And this last time, I was wrestling again on whether to thrown everything out again. I don’t know, maybe I wanted you to find it? All I know is that I can’t get rid of these feelings. And now look at me. I’ve wet myself twice in two days and I find myself missing my binky when I don’t have it. I can’t help it. I’m just a pathetic little baby who needs his mommy.” The tears continued to flow, but it did feel as if a weight was lifted off of him.

            She pulled his face up so that he could look at her face to face. “Brian, you’re secret is out. I’ve know for a long time that you were hiding something from me. I can assure you with all my heart that I love you, I respect you, and I cherish you. Finding out that you want to be a baby doesn’t make me think any less of you. In fact, I think I love you even more, if that’s even possible. The vulnerability that you have shown me that last 48 hours makes my heart melt. Brian Sullivan is perfect just the way he is. You have no reason to feel shame or embarrassment. I want with all my heart and soul to baby you and I want more than anything for you to come to enjoy it rather than fight it. I know it’s hard to overcome those feelings overnight, but I promise you that if you let go and let me take care of you, that you will better than you have ever before. I know you are such a hard worker. You have given me a wonderful life and wonderful home. You did it all on your own. You have always encouraged me and supported my dreams. Its my turn now to return that. Do you trust me Brian?”

            He lifted his gaze to look right into her eyes. He didn’t know why he had waited so long to tell her. “Yes mommy,” he said.

            She flashed that beautiful smile, “I’m so glad. Now, wipe away those tears.”

[aanoia]

No

James Potter x reader

Summary; James won't give up until he gets a yes

Warnings; James is lowkey and pushover and I'm pretty sure asking someone to go out over and over again is harassment so that too

Words; idk man

Pt. 2

“No.” I said sternly, returning to my book.

“Come on, Y/n, please. One date, then you can be done with me forever.” James pleaded, an easy smirk resting on his face.

“James, I’d rather be done with you right now.” I persisted.

“But you can’t. So, a date?”

“You know this is harassment right?”

“I am very aware. Does tomorrow sound good?”

I scoffed and shook my head, “No.”

He smiled proudly and began walking away, “Tomorrow it is. Meet me in the common rooms at 10, baby.”

I rolled my eyes as Remus laughed quietly beside me as he listened to the interaction.

“Are you gonna go?” He asked quietly.

“Nope.” I sighed and went back to reading.

“I don’t believe you, like at all.” Sirius deadpanned as he sat on the couch in the common room, his fingers gently threading through Remus’s hair who had his head on his lap as he quietly read his book.

“I’m serious, Sirius.” James said, waiting patiently for his date.

“No, I’m Sirius, James.” The boy responded.

James rolled his eyes as the clock rang out, signaling the new hour. It was officially ten. James stood up excitedly, knowing Y/n was always perfectly on time, never early and never late, with the exception of class where she seemed to get there before the dismissal bell even rang. He waited patiently, however the girl never came.

“Oh, Prongs, I knew you were lying.” Sirius said.

“No, she’s coming. She must just be late.”

“She’s never late.”

James ignored him and continued watching the stairs from the Girl’ dormitory. Thirty minutes passed before James sat down with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, James. She probably forg-” Peter paused as he looked up, expecting to see a sulking James, instead, the boy had a smirk on his face, already planning the next way he was going to ask the girl out. It was going to be big this time.

Y/n sat quietly in the Great Hall, working on a potions essay as her friends laughed around her. The mail owls swooped in but Y/n ignored them, not expecting anything. She jumped slightly in surprise when a piece of folded up parchment was dropped in front of her.

“I thought you weren’t expecting anything, Y/n.” Her friend said and Y/n cautiously held the paper in her hands.

“I wasn’t.” She told them and gently opened the paper.

‘Look up.’ It wrote and she furrowed her brows before doing as told. The moment she looked, flower petals of all kinds dropped around her like an endless rain. A small gasp left her lips as she felt her clothes change and she looked down to see herself in a beautiful white, flowy dress. Petals began sewing themselves into the dress, creating pink and red flowers. Her hair had been taken out of its usual ponytail and had been let down and slightly curled as the raining petals weaved themselves into a flower crown around her head. Loud music began playing as students burst into the Great Hall with instruments, causing her to jump slightly. She looked down the table as she heard the Marauders hollering at her with large smiles on their faces.

James stood on the table in a slightly tattered tux, probably from his dad. He held a large sign in his hands. Once Y/n saw what was written she stood up angrily and walked to the end of the table, the petals following her as her dress swished violently behind her.

“Y/n!” James said excitedly and jumped off the table. She didn’t say anything, instead she roughly grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the Great Hall. She led him outside, where the sun was setting.

“What is wrong with you?” Y/n questioned, raising her voice slightly as anger flowed through her veins. “I’ve said no a million times! Why can’t you just take no for an answer and leave me alone! I am so sick and tired of this, James!”

James smiled softly at her. It was different from his usual smirk, this was sweet and adoring.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and the girl was slightly taken aback, having never received that compliment from anyone other than her parents and close friends. Never from a boy. “And I will always, always ask you out. Until you say yes, I always will.”

Y/n let an angry sigh from her nose, “I’ll never say yes.” She told him.

“I don’t believe in never.” James said.

“I don’t believe in always.” Y/n countered.

“Well, opposites attract.”

“Never.” She raised her brows.

“Always.” He finished, smirking

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

Soft Dom Bangchan x Female Reader Sub!

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: sexual content included I am going to say this is strictly 18+ MDNI fan fiction.

Summary:A sub needs a dom, a dom wants a sub but what happens when feelings overlap with contracts and love creeps in? Will a contract remain only a contract? Or are emotions like love too hard to keep in check?

A/N: would also like to dedicate this story to @daceydeath​ , thank you for always putting up with my deluluness, also thank you for putting up with my drama fill life honestly. I wouldn’t be still writing if it wasn’t for you encouraging me. Also thank you so much for writing my summary xx

Y/N POV 

Waking up to your alarm, you couldn’t help but feel Chan's arms tighten around you as you struggled to turn the phone off.

You turn your body around now, face to face with Chan, his eyes still closed as he pulls you closer to him, his nose touching yours; you wrap your leg around his hip as he caresses your thigh. 

“Morning”, you whisper, combing your hands through his hair.

“Shhhhh, I’m still sleeping”, he mumbles, making you smile; he is so loving and soft at this moment you can’t help but stare at him. 

“I have to get up”, you continue as Chan's grip on your thigh tightens. 

He presses his lips against yours, whispering, "I said shhh.". His hands move up your body, caressing it as he moves. You can feel your heart racing as you realise your situation. You close your eyes and surrender to the moment. Moving your lips in the sink, Chan moves his hand to your lower back, pressing you further into his body, his member hardening as you roll your hips slightly. 

The thought of this man being so easy to turn on made you giggle. "What?" Chan says, pulling away. 

"Nothing. I just find it cute. You're so easy to turn on,” you said before reconnecting your lips.

Chan pov 

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU, CHRISTOPHER? Fucking pull yourself together; you’re 26 years old and acting like a horny fucking teenager. I can’t help how her hips roll perfectly against my cock, her lips so soft and plump. 

I think……SHIT……I think I’m falling for my sub…..

I need to pull myself back into reality. "Go get ready for work”, I growl, annoyed that I surrendered to her again. 

“Why so grumpy,” she said, pouting before connecting her lips to mine. 

“I said go get ready…you’ll be late” Doing as I said, Y/N got up off the bed.

“You know I could be late today. What’s Bec going to do? Fire me” Her laughter was so intoxicating;. I would have taken her up on the offer if I hadn’t been at the company this morning.

“Baby girl. There isn’t enough time,” I said, getting off the bed.

Y/N grins as she walks into her closet. Following her, I lean against the doorway. “Don’t you have to get dressed?” she said, putting her jeans on. 

I ignored her and continued to watch her getting ready for her day. “Sir, at this point.... you're late for your promotions” She walked over to me, placing her hand on my chest. 

Y/N POV 

He’s acting so strange right now, Sir?.... Your heart is beating so fast.” 

He quickly steps back “ I uh don’t feel well”, his face becoming flushed. “A couple of the boys have had a cold….I think maybe I got it from them.” 

“I don’t have to go to work…if you’re not feeling well”, you smiled, pulling out your phone.

"No...." he clears his throat. “I mean, no, it’s okay. I have to go to work.” 

“Okay…but tonight I’ll make you some nice soup…and I’ll even let you pick the movie", you smile softly.

Chan smiles as his eyes flick to your lips. He leans in closer and whispers, “Deal.” He takes your hand in his, pressing his fingertips against yours before locking your fingers together. 

…….

“I’ll see you tonight then” he smiles softly before kissing your cheek as the car pulls up to your work. 

You lean in and softly kiss Chan's lips, not caring if he’s unwell. “Baby girl, you’ll get sick” his eyes glow.

“It’s okay,” you said, reconnecting your lips. You could tell Master Chan was fighting the rage to pull you over the centre console and fuck you stupid in this car park. His crinkled nose and eyes that were squeezed shut said it all. 

“I really have to go..." you said, pulling away. Chan's eyes remained shut for just a moment longer. 

"Yes," he replied as he returned to reality.

You grab your handbag and open the car door. “Have a good day, sir." You smile as you exit the car. 

“You too, baby girl” he gives you a soft smile as you close the door, his eyes following you as you enter the shop. 

CHAN POV 

My eyes follow her into the building. "God, she’s just so breathtaking”, I say to myself, still amazed at how I managed to score a girl like Y/N. I feel my heart skip a beat as I can’t stop thing about her on the way to work. I can't help but smile.

………

“Earth to Hyung,” Minho says, waving his hands in my face.

“Oh, sorry, what’s up?" I said, snapping out of my daydream.

“You feel alright?” He continued 

“Oh ummm….I think I caught what Jeongin had” Great, now I’m continuing my lie at work as well; good job, Chan. 

Minho places his hand on my forehead. “You don’t feel sick.” 

“Minho, just stop it,” I say, shooing away his hand. Why does he always catch me out in a lie? 

“Sorry, Hyung. Just trying to help,” he said, looking down. 

“ I know you are…I don’t mean to be snappy,” I said, feeling horrible about the way I spoke to him. 

“Mmmm,” Minho said; now he’s got an attitude with me great. 

Y/N POV 

“Okay, the new owner will be here before closing, so can you show him around, please?" Bec said as you were packing up the stuff behind the counter.

“Sure, no problem at all….what is his name?" you said, trying to make some conversation.

“Oh, it’s…..actually, to be honest with you, I can’t remember,” she laughed.

“That’s okay. I’m sure he’ll say it when he arrives”, you laughed, continuing on with the packing. 

“Well, I’m gonna go….thank you again; I honestly appreciate you” Bec smiled before she grabbed her bag and walked out the door. 

CHAN POV 

“Hyung…are you sure you're okay?…. I’m happy to stay with you if you’re sick” Minho was not letting up; if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was into me.

“Minho honestly….I’m okay…I just feel a little sick, that’s all." Why do I keep doing this? It’s like I must keep repeating it to believe it myself.

What am I supposed to do? Say, “Minho, I’m not sick. It's actually worse…for years, I’ve had this secret life….I’ve been seeing a girl behind everyone’s back….oh she’s also moving in with me in 2 weeks….not to mention I’ve got her a job with JYP because I’m a possessive asshole and want to keep her close to me…because well….I might actually be falling for her” NO….lying is easier. 

“Okay, but I honestly think you should go home after this schedule…..you’ve been zoned out all day.” Minho was an amazing observer; he was the first to figure out anything in the group. Honestly, nothing gets past this man, which is why I’m so nervous. 

“I think you're right, Minho, thanks” I smiled as our names were called to sit again. 

Y/N POV 

Chan

“I’m finishing early today…what time do you close again?” 

Y/N 

“Like 3….just have to wait for the new owner.” 

Chan

“Him? Or her?”

Chan's jealousy made you giggle 

Y/N 

“It’s a man, Chan 😂” 

Chan 

“😑” 

Y/N 

“🙄”

Chan

“Hey… don’t roll your eyes at me…I may be sick, but I’m not above smacking your ass….I’m on my way.” 

Y/N

“Ooooo….is that a promise..😘” 

You giggle as you hear the door open. Quickly put down your phone, and look up. “Good aft…….Dylan?” Your jaw drops, your body stiffens. You feel a wave of nervousness come over you as you realise it was Dylan who just walked in. You weren't expecting him. He stares at you for a few moments before speaking. "Hello, Love", he smirks as he walks over to you, almost like he knows this is the place you work.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice begins to quiver. 

“Oh, sweetie….I’m the new owner” he steps closer, lifting your chin up to look at him. 

“Don’t fucking touch me?” you say, swiping his hand away from your face. 

“Don’t be like that, baby” he closes the gap between you; your body is now paralysed. “I thought I’d never find you,” he said, leaning in; you are unable to move. WHAT IS HAPPENING? 

Suddenly Dylan gets pulled away from you. “SHE SAID DON'T TOUCH HER” When did Chan get here? How much had he seen? You suddenly snap out of your head when Chan punches Dylan in the face. 

“Channie, STOP” you yell, trying to stop Chan from almost killing him. 

“FUCKING TOUCH WHATS MINE AGAIN AND ILL KILL YOU” he yells as you are now standing between him and Dylan.

Looking down, Chan cups your face. “You okay?” He says with watery eyes. 

You nod as all chans attention turns to you, his eyes locked on yours. “I’m okay” you reassure him. 

CHAN POV 

Pulling up to the front of the Y/N shop, I couldn’t help but get a feeling something wasn’t right. Watching this man walk in wearing a suit, I thought that he could be the new owner Y/N had mentioned he was visiting today. 

He gave me an off feeling, so without wanting Y/N to see me, I thought I’d stand close to the entrance in case she needed me. As I approached the door, I heard her, “Don’t fucking touch me” My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach; she sounded terrified. 

I busted through the entrance and saw him standing in front of her. He had a menacing look in his eyes, and his body language was aggressive. I could tell he was trying to intimidate her and was relieved she had the courage to stand up to him.

“Don’t be like that, baby” I felt my hand close into a ball. HOW FUCKING DARE HE? “I thought I’d never find you." The moment he lifted her chin, I saw red. 

I wanted to hit him, to make him feel the same kind of helplessness he had made her feel. I could feel my blood boiling, and I wanted to make him pay for his words. I took a step forward, ready to make him regret ever crossing our paths. I pull him out of her space and punch him in his smug face. “SHE SAID DON'T TOUCH HER". 

He stumbled back, his hand over his face. I could see the shock and fear in his eyes. I felt a sense of satisfaction as I watched his eyes water. “Channie, STOP,” Y/N said, snapping me back into reality.

“FUCKING TOUCH WHATS MINE AGAIN AND ILL KILL YOU” I yelled over the top of her. I wanted him to know that she's mine and ill never let anything get in my way of having her.

Her terrified face made me soften instantly. "You okay?"... "I'm okay," she nodded, and I wrapped her arms around me. I wanted her to know that I would never let anyone hurt her. I kissed the top of her head, and we stayed like that for a few moments before I finally let go.

I looked into her eyes and smiled. "You're safe now," I said reassuringly. I touched her cheek gently before taking her hand in mine.

"This guy? Really? Y/N?" She nodded and looked away. I hugged her tightly, and she let out a deep breath. "It's going to be alright," I said, completely ignoring him. 

"I knew you had a new dom.... but this guy?..... how embarrassing"

I looked up at him, and my blood was boiling. I wanted to punch him. "Want me to fucking break your nose?" 

"Sir, let's just go", she said, grabbing my hand again.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, pulling my hand away. I stepped closer to him and glared. "I'll repeat my question...Do you want me to break your nose? I swear I'll do it."

"No," Y/N said, shaking her head. She reached out and grabbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong. "Please, let's just go home." I nodded, the fight draining out of me as I realised how I had been so close to losing control. I felt a wave of shame wash over me as I stepped away from the confrontation. Taking Y/N's hand, I silently led the way back to the car.

Y/N POV

He opens the car door for you. “I will talk about this at home”, he growls; why was he so angry? 

Once you pull into the driveway, Chan stops the car and sighs, “Sir, what happened back there….I’m” 

“Don’t say you’re sorry” he growled. “Stop apologising for doing nothing wrong.” 

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking down.

“Look at me”, he growls, tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his. “I’m sorry you had to see that side of me”, his finger brushing along your bottom lip. “I thought I was gonna lose you” those words made your heart flutter. 

You had only known Chan briefly; however, how he made you feel was undeniable. “I’m not going anywhere”, you said, cupping his face, his eyes closing as his cheek pressed further into your touch. 

“Let’s go inside…..I promised you soup” You smile, chans eyes flick open. 

Chan leans in “But first”, he grabs your throat gently and pulls you in, kissing you softly as his hand squeezes just tight enough. 

Your body tingles as his tongue makes its way into your mouth. 

“When we get inside….I gonna rip your clothes off,” he said, pulling back for air. “Then…..I’m gonna kiss every inch of what’s mine,” he pants .

“Is that all?” you say, encouraging him to continue. 

“No, then I’m going to make you scream my name repeatedly,” he growls. The hunger in his eyes takes over. He holds your face in his hands and places his lips onto yours. His kiss is filled with passion. His hands start to wander your body, exploring every inch of it.

His touch is electrifying, and you can feel your body trembling. You can feel your heart racing and your body screaming for more. He pulls away and looks into your eyes, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. His hands grip your waist tightly, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body.

A/n: thank you all so much…..please like and reblog helps me keep motivation 🤣

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[booksandpaperss]

idk who exactly on this tag needs to hear this but it’s definitely a lot of you:

it is perfectly okay for a fanfic writer to have Mike and Will having physical and sexual thoughts about each other. They are teenagers and it completely normal for allosexual and even acespec teenagers to have sexual thoughts about the person or people they like. Yes adult fanfic writers can do this too it’s literally not weird as long as it’s written respectfully and accurately, and I’m actually so fucking tired of all this discourse that is so clearly rooted in people feeling uncomfortable with two boys being sexually attracted to each other, or even queer teenagers in general having sexual thoughts about each other.

I do think it’s weird to write explicit sex scenes between minors and especially in this case when these characters are represented by real people with real bodies who were minors while filming the vast majority of the show, but honestly anything suggestive between two 14/15 year olds and up that’s not explicit and/or sexualized is normal. And before any of you come at me saying I’m sexualizing minors, you can fuck right off bc I am 17 and I am sick and tired of teenagers and especially queer teenagers being shamed for sexual thoughts that are perfectly normal.

I understand if you personally are not comfortable reading and writing anything suggestive, that is fine bc I have a solution for you! Wanna guess what it is??

Just. Don’t. Read it.

If it’s content u don’t like, simply don’t interact!!! No one is forcing you to read or write anything that you don’t want to, so simply don’t. It’s that easy 😱

I will say though, that if reading an even vaguely suggestive thought in a byler fic makes you extremely uncomfortable, maybe you should take a moment to ask yourself why that is. Bc love between teenagers is not all fluffy and pure and innocent, and its honestly way weirder to have that ideal than to write teens having sexual thoughts, so maybe do some self reflection. If you’re ace and suggestive content in general makes u feel weird then that’s different, but if that’s not the case then if you’re allo and u still feel this way… idk just take a moment to check and see if you’re internalizing anything before complaining about it and spreading legitimately harmful discourse.

So, to recap:

-it’s normal for teenagers to have suggestive thoughts about each other and it’s normal to write it

-writing teenagers having sexual thoughts and making out with each other is not sexualizing, fellow queer ppl who think this literally why do u hate ur community so much 😑

-anything short of an explicit smut scene between minors is fine as long as it’s done accurately and respectfully

-it is still weird to write explicit smut in the byler fandom specifically (and any other ship between teens in ST) just bc you’d be describing the bodies of real people that were minors until very recently with actors who have stated that they’re not comfortable being sexualized like that, but first and foremost…

-…if something makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it, simply don’t interact

-stop shaming queer teenagers for being physically attracted to each other, and stop idealizing teenage queer love as something completely pure and innocent, if you’re going to do that, please keep it to yourself

If after reading this post you 1). want to block me bc you think this whole post was sexualization or 2). plan to use this argument as an excuse to actually sexualize minors and write hardcore explicit smut between them, block me. Weird reformed purity culture is not welcome on my blog and neither are people who enjoy sexualizing minors. Fuck you ❤️

[neo404]

u should write abt nick x his bestfriend!

maybe something abt how they r bestfriends and they have been for a long time and nick is starting to have feelings for him but doesn’t wanna ruin their friendship

good little angsty story with a good ending

Ik you will cook king🤗

Kiss the birthday boy.

Summary: You like Nick and he MIGHT like you too. we dont know. and its his birthday soon.

TW: reader is refered as ‘girl’ but not as in reader is a girl, as in ‘giiirl’.

“Which one do you think he will like the most?” Jake looks at me while showing me two jackets.

“Girl… none, buy that one over there, the dark brown one. He will like that.” I say pointing out a jacket hanging behind him.

“Girl, you do know him so well, that’s why I brought you here… and because you and Johnny are good friends, but anyways. Ill buy this, thanks.” He leaves the two jackets he had on hand and grabs the dark brown I pointed out and walked to the cashier. I turn around and start searching for Johnny outside of the store. “Johnny.” I say when I see him.

“Hi.” He says waving awkwardly at me.

“Ugh, I wanna go home.”

“Me too.” he hands me a coffee. “Bought this for you.”

“Thank you.” He nods.

“How are you and your… Nick situation.” I almost choked on my coffee when he said that.

“Don’t call it that.” I say wiping the coffee from my lips.

“What should I call it then? The ‘oh no I like my best friend and I think he also likes me but I’m not sure and I don’t want to ruin our long friendship’ situation?”

“Dear god Johnny, that doesn’t help.” I laugh a bit and he does too.

“Sorry… but how are you with that?”

“It doesn’t help that it’s his birthday soon?”

“Why?”

“I never buy him anything, I never have. I always gift him handmade things, he loves that kind of thing. But every time I sit down to write him a letter, I end up confessing my feelings, I can’t write something normal.”

“Rough.”

“Don’t even tell me.”

“You should talk to Jake.”

“He will tell me to just confess, it isn’t that easy.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jake gets out of the store and walks to us.

“Coffee.” “Movies.” Johnny and I say at the same time, the three of us exchange looks.

“Movies.” “Coffee.” We say again but the other way around.

“Okay babygirls. Whatever, I won’t ask if you guys have your little secret secrets.” Jake laughs and starts walking to his car.

Once Jake drops me off in my house Johnny gives me a thumbs up and I weakly give it back to him.

---

“Still nothing?” Madi is ‘sitting’ on my desktop, my phone is propped up against my wall and she is wrapping up the gifts for Nick on the floor of her room.

“I can’t do it. I just can’t. It ends up being awkward or I end up saying how much I like him and that I wish he liked me back.” I cover my face with both of my hands and let out a groan. “Maybe I should just tell him I’m sick and I can’t go to the party.”

“He will ditch all of us to take care of you.” Madi said smiling.

“No, he wouldn-… yes he would, he is so kind and lovely to everyone.” I look at Madi and she gives me an empathetic smile which transforms into a smirk.

“Guess who’s calling me.” she says in a singing tone.

“God no, tell him to go away.”

“Already added him to the call.”

“Madi! I need to fix my hair.”

“Too late.”

“Madi!”

“Hiiii!” Nick pops up on the screen, he is smiling and standing in the middle of the room. “What are you guys chatting about? Just so you know, I am deeply offended that you didn’t invite me.” He says while fake crying. I just stare at him, trying to not bury myself into de ground.

“I was talking to this guy about what I’m gonna wear to your party. But it’s a surprise so you can’t see.” Madi says.

“Oh, I like surprises. I’m sure the both of you will look amazing.” He says while walking around his room, cleaning it up a bit. “You guys are staying to sleep, right?” I quickly look at Madi and she mumbles something that I did not understand.

“I am…” I say quickly.

“Cool.” Nick says and then he starts rambling about how exited he is to see his friends and all the things we will do at the sleepover after the party. Eventually he finished cleaning up and grabbed his phone to lay on his bed ‘with us’. We talked about our days, I told them I went out with Jake and Johnny but didn’t say why. After two hours Madi go ‘sleepy’, that’s what she told Nick because when she left the call, she texted me telling me to enjoy my alone time with Nick.

“So, Johnny, huh?”

“What does that mean?” I laugh a bit.

“You and him are close. Well, closer than before.”

“I guess.” I say, I look at my ceiling. My phone laying beside my face.

“Isn’t he like… 5 years older than us?” I quickly sit up and grab my phone, putting it in front of my face.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Like… isn’t he a bit older for you?”

“Nick… what are you saying?”

“Do you like him?” he says quickly.

“What? No. Why would you even think that?”

“I-… I don’t know. I just… fuck- it’s nothing, I just thought… I didn’t but I thought maybe you liked him and I don’t know. Look, it’s late, I’m tired. I’ll text you tomorrow.” And then he hangs up on me. nothing else. Nothing. Silence fills my room and I am confused. Why would he say that?

---

“I’m serious, he was jealous.”

“Madi stop.” The light sound of music fills Madis room as she gets ready to go to Nicks party. It has been two days since that call and I did not have the courage to text Nick, neither did he.

“I’m just saying. I have known Nick for only a few years more than you but I can talk, I know him.” She says applying on her mascara.

“I don’t know…” I lay on her bed, my legs dangling off the edge. “I just don’t know. I want to cry so bad…”

“Hey, hey.” Madi quickly drops her mascara and runs to me, she sits down beside me and I sit up, my elbows on my knees and my head between my hands. “It’s okay…” She comforts me, her arms around me. “You don’t have to go…”

“I will. He is my friend. They are my friends. I- I told Matt I was going to be there.” I mumble. “Also, I have to give them their gifts…”

Madi sighs. “If you need anything just find me. Okay?” I nod and she kisses my cheek gently. “Want me to do your make up?” I chuckle a bit.

“What for?”

“To cheer you up of course.”

“I think that will cheer you up more but, why not?”

---

“Wooow. Who did your make up?” Jake says as we enter the house.

“Oh, Madi.”

“Well, she did a great job.” Johnny adds.

“It’s only mascara, blush and… lip gloss? Lip balm? I don’t know, she put a few things there.” I laugh a bit.

“Have you seen the birthday boys?” I ask.

“Over there.” Jake points to the kitchen and I nod to them. I walk over there and let out a short sigh to brace myself.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I scream opening my arms and hugging the three of them at the same time. I feel someone laughing, awkward hands patting my back and I hear a muffled ‘thanks’. “How are my birthday boys?” I ask when I let them go.

“I’m glad you came.” Matt says.

“I’m good! we rented a jumping castle.” Chris adds with a childish smile on his face.

“No way…” I say

“Yes way.” He adds.

“Take me there.” I hand him my hand and Chris drags me. “Happy birthday Nick…” I mumble as I pass beside him.

---

It’s 3 am. Almost everyone is gone, I lay on the jumping castle alone, watching the stars blink at me.

“Don’t you feel alone in that castle?” a familiar voice comes from outside the castle.

“Depends who is asking…”

“May I be of company to the prince?”

“You may…” The soft material of the castle moves as he enters the castle and lays besides me. “Well, I think you should be the prince because it’s your birthday.”

“It was yesterday, it’s already 3:20 am.” I roll my eyes and turn my head to look at him. he was already looking at me. “You look good…”

“Most of the make up already washed off.”

“Don’t care. You look good…” he pauses for a bit. “Chris and Matt really liked your gifts…” I hum. “I can’t help but wonder where is mine.”

“I-… it’s in my car.” I sit up and look down to the bright color of the castle.

“Why didn’t you give it to me?”

“I can’t…” I feel him sit up too.

“Look at me.” His hand grabs my jaw gently and he turns my head.

“When it’s late you act weird…”

“You think I’m weird?”

I chuckle. “You know what I meant.”

“No, tell me.”

“You act different… like a few days ago.” He nods, his hand still on my face. “Nick… I can’t.” I grab his hand and pull it away from my face. “Don’t, please.” My eyes fill with tears.

“I’m not doing anything…” I look down and I tighten my grip on his hand.

“Look. I know that you are more… sure about everything, more confident, more outgoing. I’m not. I’m scared…”

“Just tell me.” He whispers. “It will be okay, I promise.”

“Nick-.“ My voice cracks. “I like you.” I whisper, a tear rolls down my face.

“I know… I like you too.” Suddenly the cold breeze of the night isn’t freezing anymore. Time stops for us. His hands go to my face and he kisses me, the kind of kiss that can cure any heart ache. I feel alive.

“I’m sorry.” I sniff. “I shouldn’t be crying. God, this is so awkward. I was so scared.” He grabs my hands that were shaking.

“What do you mean? This is the best gift ever. And not a lot of people can say that the love of they life confessed at a castle.”

I laugh. “Nick, this is a kids jumping castle.” He wipes away the tears of my face.

“I know, I don’t care.” He kisses my lips softly one more. “Let’s go inside. There is taco bell and pizza, you choose what to eat.”

Nick grabs my hand and softly guides me out of the castle, I smile weakly at him and he kisses my cheek. Together, we walk inside of the house.

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[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

48 - Fist of the First Men

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

Length: 22.1k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, mild illness, discussions of pregnancy, disturbing imagery, past character deaths, references to abuse, smut, outdoor sex, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, anal, non consensual vouyerism

Notes: Mild time jump from the end of the previous chapter. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here

Remnants of the Haunted Forest loomed behind you, but it was hard to envision much of the travel was done through thick trees when you were crouched down looking to such a sight. Over the expanse of a mountain side, the lands below were nothing but snow and ice for hundreds of miles as even in the afternoon light the sun already begun to sink beyond the furthest cliffs. Eyes wide as you felt minuscule in the vast lands, but narrowed as a growing familiar sound shined through the winds.

The cawing of a bird grasped your attention, forcing your eyes up to what remained of a grey sky as an eagle continued to find it's path following and circling you. Almost a week now it remained within your path and it had begun to frustrate you as it had made Jon uncomfortable. It is only an animal you told him, but he had watched it with distrust as if towards something human, before muttering that didn't mean anything. Regardless, you tore your gaze from it's circling nature down to the gentle boiling sounds below.

Taking the small metal off the just as small fire, you sat it's contents deep within a pile of snow beside as you smothered the flames and embers before you. Looking back to the sight beyond as you waited for the water to cool. You felt even more strange then the last of such occurrences. The waters flowing alongside Riverrun were just as lovely in sight, and yet everything couldn't be more different. Where then it was still warm even by the waterside that one hardly needed anything but a shall to keep warm, now you wore furs and sheepskin just to not freeze over most of the day.

War was all around you then, only such a tiny reprieve in the Tully home that gave false hope of a future which might have worked out, whereas now there was no threat for hundreds of miles in any given direction, but you were the one walking towards the only threat which mattered. Not seeking out it's hiding spot but walking right into the mouth of a lion directly and willingly. Though perhaps most different of all, whereas amongst a consistent barrage of soldiers and guards it was easy to hide such sickness from Robb.

But only you out in the North with two white wolves, you couldn't hide from Jon anywhere near long enough for him not to grow overtly protective about it.

You were somewhere in the realms of a little over three months in, and you would feel bad for how often the illness ran through your system were Jon not the one insisting on stopping the days it was worse then normal. In your own mind, you wished to convince him that you were fine and not to worry so constantly about it, but you knew it was only going to get worse as time went on. Soon you were to reach the Fist of the First Men, and once you did there was little time it would take in empty lands between only two of you which would lead you to the mountains of the Frost Fangs.

Not a clue how Jon was going to handle it then, you had only just begun to show and he was more careful with you now then ever. Well, in some respects he was more careful. In others not so much, but you did not help in that matter either. It wasn't all Jons blame for fuelling his appetite.

Jon and yourself noticing both the increase in your need, and each time you tried to ignore the glint in his eye and his attempts to hide a smirk trying to withhold thinking he was right. Saying to you one morning, “Our baby is making you as needy as I am, and you still don’t think that means he’s a boy?” Once more you'd tell him you know he can't know that and not even using Ghost as an excuse was acceptable. But he would always insist. “I don't need anyone to tell me. I know we're having a son.”

Rolling your eyes you'd find a retort anywhere along the lines of, “We will have to find out then, when she is born.” It was always spoken in good fun, but part of you as you knelt there wondered. Where did the joke end and the wanting begin? Part of your mind knew it was growing from a soil of irrationality, but you still found yourself in the seconds after with a worry in your stomach.

Would he be disappointed if you had a girl?

The sounds of two pairs of feet approaching had you shake yourself from the thought. Glancing down to the water, noting that the colour had seeped into a fair darkness as the steam along it had simmered to the safety of pouring it into the skin normally attached to your side. Keeping the mixture brewed as a tea didn't work as instantly as you'd like, but it kept the ill feeling more at an even bay for longer, meaning you'd stop less to bring up whatever was in your stomach.

Only just having stood to attach it to your side, did Jons warm figure envelop your back, a gloved hand winding around your front to wrap around and sit flat along your stomach. Tugging you back into him as his other hand sat at your hip. Jon nudging the side of your head before pressing his lips to the same spot as he rasped deep in your ear. “How am I supposed to drag you out there for hours when you look so beautiful just like this?”

Grasping his forearm, you leaned slightly back into him more comfortingly. A gentle tone low on your town voice as your heart beat hummed as if in warm tune with his. “I'm surprised you find me alluring when I'm hidden by all of this.” Somewhat nodding down to the sheepskin but Jon only grinned as his hand on your hip tightened.

The nerves in your blood swimming fast and needing with a desire so aggravatingly quick, you had to not let the sound of his voice entrance you too far into his own need. “I was thinking, you'll need to tell me when it needs to be fixed.” A question hummed in your throat before he elaborated all in the same desire for what he was actually saying. “Soon enough it's not going to fit the same.”

Shaking your head slightly, you knew he was tied between an amused grin and a needing smirk, both of which ran similarly close together. “I'm not sure that is the part most men enjoy about the process.”

Jon though was quick on the draw, “I don't care what most men like.”

Only as something was ready to come from you did the bird call out once more. Both your heads looking up and you felt him both stiffen in his posture and pull you more protectively into his chest with almost a growl inside of him wanting to emerge. “He's been following us for days now.” Muttering low with more of an anger that he knew, you could feel Jon holding something else back. “I'm not sure I've ever heard an eagle to be dangerous.”

Eyes not yet peeling from the bird, Jon turned you to guide you back to the horses without letting go of you yet. “Normal eagles, no.” But it was all he said of the matter you knew not about, so you let it go.

His attention somewhat distracted as you both readied your horses, not quite looking up as you glanced to the eagle once more then him. “I could see if we have the rations to prepare bird stew if you are that worried about it.” The grin on him wasn't as easy but it did slip through. Which was mostly all you needed. He worked to keep you safe, you worked to keep him off the edge of something angry and intense. You only had each other out here, neither of you could afford to fall off somewhere the other would struggle to follow.

Or more, you needed him. Jon could survive out here on his own.

Shoving back down as you climbed up onto yours, the urge to stare as Jon gathered his curls to tie all the way back. It wasn't fair he made it too easy, he was far too handsome for your own good. Staring harshly forward as he asked suddenly if you were ready, nodding in return to not give away what was so obviously want in your eyes. As if it were possible for Jon to not pick up on it. He would merely store such information for later.

Were you two on foot he'd be bale to walk you through the mountain inbetweens easier and quicker, but Jon was unwilling to risk straying from the safer path as long as he could. Not wanting to force you to endure as harshly as he knew it was already going to be for you in the Frost Fangs. You knew it was not he wanted to coddle you, but that same whirling of feelings inside which brewed need also encased the same illogical feeling of insecurity that you were not fit for such lands as perhaps another had been.

You were a highborn lady, born in castles with servants and luxury. What right did you have pretending you could survive out here without Jon? She survived out here on her own, this would be a cake walk were you someone pretty with red hair. Sipping at the now manageable temperature of warm tea, you knew it was not the baby that which was causing that ill feeling this time, but you drank regardless.

If Jon thought it was only that, perhaps you could pretend long enough to think it as well.

“I still don't understand why she'd do it.”

A tilt of your head in thought, you knew you hadn't explained it with much nuance. Biting your tongue trying to seek back long enough, you still held a compassion for the why even though the what had infuriated you in those days. “Let me put it this way, two of your children are captives in their own home, and two you think are captives in what is very clearly the home of the enemy. Someone you've known since you were a child promises that the trade will work, what would you do?”

Jon however was as pragmatic as you knew he'd be. “I wouldn't have let him leave my tent alive, but I'm not sure that's the answer you're looking for.” Glancing to you with a raised eyebrow, you found yourself looking back with a mixture of something bemused as it was skin to lecturing. His grey eyes swiftly finding back to the path head of him just as watchfully as Ghost was looking, ensuring no misstep was made before he could see it coming out here.

Imploring more reason, you tried to backtrack it a little. “I don't approve of it, I never did, not even then. But I understand it. She was a mother, and Littlefinger used that against her. He played her for a fool, and we all knew it, but if it came down to your children's life or Jaime Lannisters, I know which one you'd take no matter what you try and say.”

You both knew you had Jon on that point. His face twisted a little, not much from what you could see glancing to the side as his voice was serious and purposely collected. “How did she even get away doing it without you or Robb knowing?”

“She did it when we weren't there.” Glancing to catch his confused furrow in his brows you shrugged a shoulder to elaborate. “We and a group of about fifty men went to negotiate with my father, or attempt to. Little did we know everything possible had gone wrong in that time.”

The wind whirling around you both almost was enough to pull a shivering from your teeth down to your spine, noticing with a bit of a jealousy that despite knowing he was cold it seemed not to bother Jon nor Ghost. Only peering back up halfway through what he had been saying, looking over to your wide eyes with a knowing. “Did you hear anything I said?”

A graceful, “Huh?” Came from you almost in a gentle passing which had him turn away from looking at you to laugh.

Shaking his head, Jon muttered “I pay attention to you, but when it's your turn you stare at me like a piece of meat.” You went to protest in an instant only to catch on how close to a trap he had you walking into. Your face twisting into a disapproval before turning to look back out to the stretching snowing lands. Calling your name, you purposely did not look a him and he knew it. “I never said that it was a bad thing.”

Shaking your head, you felt your jaw clenching to hold back what was so clearly still a trap. “If you're going to accuse me of things, I could always stay quiet if that's what you wish.” You could feel it in your veins, him drawing you so close to giving in and then he'd dangle you over the edge with that fact until he'd see fit to bring you back. For one day, you'd rather have the advantage over him on such a thing but he made it so difficult.

Rasping out, you could feel his eyes dark scouring over you. “I could treat you like a piece of meat if you'd like to know what it feels like.” You muttered almost without thought that he's shown you that enough, not expecting the quickness on his tongue and the deeper roughness in his voice which followed. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”

Looking away you didn't respond, you knew this game and if you spoke or looked too soon, Jon would win and he always won this game. The smugness radiated beside you with such ease that you wanted to laugh if you weren't being so stubborn. It was his fault, looking the way he did when you were incapable of controlling how needy such a state made you.

It was the exact same problem with Robb, only with Jon there was no one around to get in the way at any point out here. And somehow, Jon had even more of a need for you then Robb did. Such a thing being possible still so strange to think of, considering the innocence of where you and Jon had started and how not innocent you and Robb had begun so suddenly.

Finally finding a voice, you muttered out partially under your breath. “You Starks have absolutely no shame, do you?”

Just as quick, Jon seemed always at the ready with you these days. “Not when the girl looks like you.”

If you could have sighed or rolled your eyes more, you would have and Jon would've found a way to laugh even more at how easy he found it to rile you up.

The days spent travelling were always the same, always calm even in times the storming winds picked up around you both. The further out into the mountains you went the more they picked up, but as long as conditions were safe, Jon led you forward regardless.

Those days shelter was found where best possible, sometimes you were unlucky and there was nothing in a safe distance before it became too dark. Camp would have to be set wherever Jons feet stepped from the horses, leading his and yours to somewhere secluded enough they'd be alright and little, if any time once it grew dark was spent in the outdoors. In the dark of the tent was where those nights were spent.

The howling winds rustling against the fabric above and around, but nothing scary enough that it would feel anywhere near as frightening as it felt the nights it was clear to look at the night sky. Those nights inside were easy. Jon would keep you in between him and Ghost, the three of you settling close to ensure all of you were warm.

You knew he loved those nights. Once settled, Jon would peel everything from your top half off, lay you down and he more on his side next to you. His hand would trail down to your stomach and trace every inch, he might not see it as much as he wanted but he knew every single inch of difference he could feel in the bump forming.

You were fine not seeing, you didn't want to see the scar against where life was growing. Jon felt the opposite, it made him more protective. More needing of you. He'd trail his lips those nights down your neck, breasts and to your stomach and scar and leave not an inch untouched by his kiss. Most of those times, he was unable to help himself. Peeling the rest of your clothes off with it before pulling your legs open for his mouth to feast between them as he liked.

He spent far too much time those nights between your legs, always seeming to be unwilling to give you the break you begged him for. Dragging your hips up to his mouth where you were so soaked from yourself and his tongue anytime he'd pull away you could feel the cold winter air over the wetness. Not that he'd let it stay that way long.

Not a single night since being out in the far north had gone by without Jon taking you. You were desperate for his touch, and he was desperate for you. At some point once in the darkness of the tent Jon would sink his cock deep inside of you. But it wasn't just those nights you saw his need. It was out there too, but those nights were different.

The routines were the same, but they details were different.

Knelt around the fire, Jon scoured over the maps in the remaining evening light as you once more both tried to ignore the circling eagle above. Perched over the fire yourself, you knew Jon kept passing glances up at you before forcing himself to return focus back to the path he was plotting for the next day. Always sure of the specifics, he had said he wanted to leave nothing up to chance out here.

Rasping deeply in a moment of quiet between caws, “I'm reconsidering your offer of bird stew.”

A laugh freely left you, glancing back up to it then over to the horses where your bow and arrows were hooked still. Jons attention trying to focus but the narrowing in his eyes showed he was far more annoyed about it then before. “Good chance to see if you're still a better shot then I am.”

Looking up suddenly with an amused doubt Jon asked, “Since when do you admit I'm the better shot?”

The smirk came a bit forced, directing your attention once more to the food cooking in front of your with a shrug. “You've always been better then me, I'm simply not arguing otherwise anymore.” He was quiet until you glanced back up with a curiosity if he had left your attention, only to find a strange look. Not amused or stern, but deep and thoughtful as he looked at you with gears turning behind his eyes. “What?”

A slight shake of his head and he looked back down. About ready to move passed it when he spoke up once more, peeking up just the right amount to watch you hesitate mid movement. “You know I'm not comparing you to her, right?” You didn't say anything and he called your name gently. “Look at me. I'm not comparing you to her. She lived out here her whole life, you haven't. But you're still surviving just as good as her. There isn't a big trick to living out here, you just have to be smart, and you're smarter then her as it is.”

Women always told you growing up that you would marry a man who wouldn't notice if his own head was cut off, let alone what was bothering you. You were to just make him happy and expect little in return and your time watching those married in Kings Landing had only cemented that thought. It was easy with Robb, you both were always on the same level in your minds with ease.

But now, so much had transpired between leaving Jon that day on the Kingsroad and seeing him again in Castle Black that you felt so much less. And he had done nothing but grow into a man that any and all should aspire to be. It was difficult not to pit your own image up against the only other point of comparison in his life no matter how unfair or unequal it was.

Robb always had a healthy interest in women, you always knew that. So marrying him wasn't quite the same here, you didn't feel the need to compare yourself to those women before you because out of all he's had and enjoyed, Robb had found ease in being with you. From the first time you both discussed it properly the morning of the wedding, he had told you that he didn't care what others thought he personally should feel about it. Despite all the women before.

“I'm not worried about marrying you, because I know what I'm getting myself into. And no one can tell me to be happy about it, but I am anyways.”

“You shouldn't be. You get told you're marrying me, and then the day after I get dragged back to Kings Landing with half your family for who knows how long.”

“And we'll have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”

He wasn't wrong. It was the rest of your lives. Neither of you expected for you to be graced with a second one. But with Jon it was different. Until Robb, it had always been you two. You and Jon.

From being so young and getting yelled at by Jon because you had begun climbing up a rock cliff when his back was turned, to being two young adults laying out on his bed in his chamber looking nervously at one another trying to decide if sharing your bodies so wholey and completely was something you were ready for. It was always you and him every new step of the way.

From the pounding of your heart in the seconds before he kissed you for the first time, to Jon standing before you running his fingers gently at your clit to show you what an orgasm felt like for the first time, all the way to sitting practically in his lap under the Weirwood making up a story about being two normal people in Highgarden who had no hangups about their love. It was always you and him.

And then when it wasn't, you were suddenly one day at your weakest, bombarded with images of Jon and another. Thin and pretty and looked everything you could never be and it wasn't until Robb had found you did you remember where you were and who you loved.

No matter the insecurity, you were with Robb. You were carrying his son, and spent every single day for three years together. You knew where your place in his life was and there was nothing even close to acting as a threat to that whatsoever.

Oh some would try. Robb was King in the North, more charming then any man you'd met, and so handsome it was almost cruel. You could still recall the day you were in the aftermath of the battle at Oxcross, parting ways from Roose Bolton and seeing a dark haired healer arguing with Robb. The moment he had even slightly spotted you in the side of his vision all attention was left from whatever she had been saying, only for you to catch the way she looked at him as he walked away.

Only to have every dream dashed the second he came up to you, blood and grime be damned and captured your lips with his. She had looked at him as if you looked nothing compared to her, but Robb had merely guided you away from her earshot to rant about the things she tried judging him for. Only to be assured by you that no one had the right to demean his efforts when you knew Robb weighed so heavily the cost on his heart.

But then you'd be back in the present. In the cold of the far North, a land so far from where you were born it was practically a foreign country to you. Trekking through the same rough landscapes that another had lived her whole life, and suddenly the unknown was difficult. Jon didn't like to talk about her, and he had only just slightly opened up about what he never wanted to talk about.

You didn't know her, what she was like, what they were like past the horror. It couldn't have been all bad all the time, some of it was good enough for her to think Jon loved her. And you hated that you wondered, if in her lands, was Jon wondering how much worse you fared up to her. She argued with him a lot you knew, so you didn't want to seem as if you were insulting him in anyway. Maybe he hated that, maybe it caused you to look weak willed.

The women of the free folk you knew didn't seem to judge you, so why did it bother you, worrying what compared to her, would she see as weakness. Why did it bother you to think Jon would notice the same? As soon as the thought came, would she have fit in at Winterfell, did Jons voice call your name to return to him.

Wide eyes with a worry painted over them at how far you slipped away, and his voice low and gentle. You weren't sure when he begun to put the maps in front of him away, even. “Come here.” Going to point out what you were doing, Jon dismissed it gently. “Leave it for a moment, just come here.”

Slowly standing, Jon rather then also moving to meet you, grabbed your hand as soon as you came close and implored you with a small tug to find a seat on his lap facing him. Hands moving to your hips to adjust his hold and keep you steady as your gloved hands rested along his shoulders, he leaned in to nudge your nose with his. Rasping low and deep at you, “I don't need you to be like her, I don't want you to. Half the time I was scared of making her angry because I never knew how she might lash out, when I'm scared of making you angry it's because I don't like being the reason you get upset. She has nothing in common with you, nothing that matters. You can survive out here in her home, but I assure you, she wouldn't last a day in yours.”

Nodding slightly, you relaxed in his hold a bit. Easing more into his touch to let your forehead press against his. “I never saw you with anyone else, it's..difficult to let go of the idea.” Asking specifically what, you bit your tongue trying to find the most diplomatic of approaches without sounding pathetic. “That you only love those things about me more, because it's all you've ever known.”

Jon however, only laughed. Breathy and gentle as he nudged you again playfully. “I love all those things about you more, because I'm obsessed with you.” Rolling your eyes a bit as if to pull away, Jon tugged you back to face him again. “I sat by your bedside for three days after one conversation. What do you call that?”

“A boy trying to avoid his lessons?”

Grey eyes shining in the evening light, the manner he looked you over wasn't greedy or needing. It held a genuine affection in an innocence before reaching one hand up to cup your cheek. “You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, why wouldn't I want to avoid my lessons to spend time with you?” Muttering under your breath how ridiculous he was, Jon ran that same hand along the strands of hair at the side of your head. “Stop letting the baby make you feel like this. The only reason I've even thought of Ygritte, is because I want her to be able to see what she was never going to have from me in any lifetime, when I make love to you out under the night sky.”

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, did you both hear the sound of the cawing eagle. Jon dropping his head with a frustrated sigh as you took up the free space to grasp gently at both sides of his jaw to press a kiss to his forehead. “I think the eagle wants you to as well, there's no one left out here to entertain him otherwise.”

The most amusing grunt of annoyance came from Jon as you laughed. Looking back up to the darkening sky to where it flew overhead he hissed through gritted teeth, “No he just wants the opportunity to try and peck my eyes out again.” Finding the scar now faded and white running down his face as if something had clawed at his eye you pulled a glove off before running gently along the colder skin there. Muttering the truth he had been thinking. “That's the eagle Orell warged into when I ran my sword through his chest.”

“Do you really think so?”

Nodding, he looked up again, pulling you closer as if to make a point to the bird. “That's what his eagle always did, circled around us overhead like that. I don't know if he remembers me, but he knows my face. It's why he's following us.”

A confused expression came twisting over, “I thought you knew who you were when inside the mind of an animal?”

Jon no doubt was wishing he could run a hand more firmly along your side then to feel passed the fur over you both now. “If you're in there too long, you might forget what made you human. It's been years, if there's not enough of Orell left to remember me, there might be enough to tell him he recalls hating me.”

Both peering up, you leaned more in, side of your cheek pressing somewhat against his with a slightly exaggerated whisper. “Can't imagine a more humiliating end then to be killed by the same man twice, then cooked in a stew.”

That time you both laughed together, him finding your face close before pressing a kiss firmly to your lips, pulling you close into him to mutter against them with warm breath. “We'll leave him a few more days. Make him realize he's trapped as a bird while I'm down here with a beautiful, pregnant wife to warm my bed.”

By the time you and Jon had settled more with something warm to eat finally, did Ghost come trotting back from wherever his hunt had taken him. His fur somewhat wet as you jokingly asked the large direwolf, “You take a dip in the water, or just fall in?”

In response, Ghost had walked right up to both of you and shook his wet fur out against you two as you both laughed as much as you tried turning way from the misting of cold water. Settling by your feet both close to the fire, his eyes sipped shut the moment Jon begun running a hand along his head and ears.

Murmuring into the bowl warming your hands as you brought the broth to your lips, “At least bathing is easy for one of us.”

You truly did not even have to glance at Jon to see the smirk. “Isn't that what we have each other for-”

Interrupting with a tone as flat as your fallen expression looking into the flames, “I said easy. If you are going to tell me you make that process simple, then you are mistaken. A twenty minute task with you ends up taking hours.”

Still smirking you could tell, he mumbled into his own bowl. “You've never complained yet.”

In truth you had no argument against it, and you both knew it. You'd do it alone were Jon not always mere feet away from you at any given time. Trying to gently run the soapy water over you with a cloth with care, you had nothing covering you the first time. Jon having come across the sight and had crouched behind you, murmuring in your ear as his hand grabbed at the cloth from you. “Our men back home have no clue what they'll never get, do they?”

Without much further prompting Jon had taken a simple cleaning and used it as an excuse to run his hands, eyes, touch, and lips greedy over your body until he had you weak and pliable enough to want to give him the same treatment, which you did. Gods you were so utterly needy for Jon now it was insatiable.

It was a strange feeling, coming close to your next large destination.

Were Ghost merely a normal wolf he may have been the only one not to pick up on the odd sensation, but as it stood the direwolf too was unsettled the closer the cliff peak begun to form in the looming distance. You and Jon too felt that same unnerving feeling in your blood but for every different reasons.

His at least was a little more reasonable you felt, yours was something that was impossible to see again in the truth of daylight and the waking world. But you begun to look over your shoulder for the stranger all the same. No matter how much you knew you wouldn't see him here in actuality. It was the Fist of the First Men in that first dream which the stranger came to you, but you were in the present world riding closer and closer to it.

Strange as it was, you felt only comfort in one aspect. Knowing if he did appear in your dreams once more, his threat was of no use. He couldn't force a bastard into your belly if you were already carrying your bastard husbands child. A vile threat, but if Jons estimation in a timeline was correct you were already pregnant when he had made that threat. Your wolf's aggression in that dream had made much more sense once you put that together.

But Jon was feeling strange for far too many reasons. This sight, this place of ruins was somehow the centre of much horror which came and terrible memories he hated looking back on. He had been plagued with what he saw at Crasters Keep when they got to the Fist. Out of most of the men, perhaps all of them, he was the one who had seen them. He had seen the glowing crystal blue eyes of the Others and watched one of them pick up Crasters infant son and carry him away. It haunted him to think about.

Sam had been speaking somewhat behind him, Grenn and Edd lambasting him for how much he was talking but it was what they said what he could recall in his bones. Sam had asked what they all thought the First Men were like, and Edd as he always was like said that they must have been stupid. Saying smart people don't find themselves in places like this, but as Jon stood at the edge and looked to the cold far norther horizon he had said,

“I think they were afraid. I think they came here to get away from something, and I don't think it worked.”

He still felt that, and he knew Ghost was feeling it too. The two white wolves glancing at one another the closer they were getting with that uneasy feeling. But it wasn't that alone. This was also where two hundred of his brothers had died, fighting in an attack by those things and by the time Jon knew about it he had to stand beside Mance Rayder and pretend the thought of who didn't make it out alive was making him horrified and sick. It was here he realized how fucked he was, Mance declaring they were going to war and telling Tormund to toss him off the Wall if Jon didn't prove to be useful or trustworthy.

He wondered as you all got closer, was the symbol still there. Only a matter of time to find out he knew.

Glancing over to you, somewhat on edge but still with that same wide eyed wonder as so much of you looked around at the far North managed to make that feeling simmer a bit in his chest. For everything you were, still looking in a bright awe around at such an endless sight of winter, was something so innocent about you. You grew up in a monstrous, behemoth of a dragon covered castle said to be build with blood magic, and yet it was the natural sights of the north in Jons blood which awed you.

His father had always said Jon was of the north, and he knew now more then ever it was true. As scared of what was coming he felt at night, Jon would look at you in this place and know you belonged in the snow and cold as much as he did. You never looked more right then by his side as the cold of winter surrounded you. It was Robb his father had agreed to give you away to, but Jon hoped his father could see he and you now and understand where you had always belonged.

You supposed in a way, it may appear to look like a fist. If you squinted. And didn't look very hard.

It was a solitary hill of rock, a small brook running by the bottom which sat separate from the Milkwater which was close by. Jon had circled you around to the east, as you could see approaching that the north and west sides had slopes too dangerous to move along to reach the top. It was empty now, but once said a great ringfort stood commanding at the top.

Climbing off his horse, you followed. Jon leading with Ghost beside him up towards the brook glancing at his direwolf every now and again. “Stay behind me, we trapped the slopes with caltrops when we first got here, and I don't know how many of them are still laying around. Just follow in my steps.”

Glancing back enough to catch your nod, Jon and Ghost shared a similar look once more speaking of something you were not privy too. Looking around to each step you made as Jon would, it was clear why this location was chosen for such a use once. The path he walked through was the only viable option to get through, and it was no easy feat to overpower any trying to stop you from marching through or passed.

The First men were smart, choosing such a location. Though, part you could recall the way the winds picked up so suddenly and so cold as you stood in a dream beside Benjen Stark. For people, for fighting against what was once their focus in the wildlings this was a good place. But you wondered, how effective was it against them?

Against the winter storms which brought the white cold with it, would it even slice a dent into stopping the Others should they come here to have invaded mens sense of safety. You suspected not. You suspected little had stopped them in any way.

Leading the horses through the ringwalls left standing, Jons eyes had begun scouring the area within a moments notice. Nothing was there, which was the odd part. Bodies of horses scattered about and nothing was left to even see. What became of body parts of horses you didn't want to know as much as the bodies of men. Coming to stand next to him, both of you looked out to the sight and nothing of the horror he had seen at Hardhome remained from when it happened here.

Rasping low with a deep exhale, “We'll stay here a little while. Make sure we're prepared. Once we cross the Milkwater, we can only bring what we can carry.” Nodding without knowing if he even saw it, you begun to move forward. What of daylight still shined through the clouds, meaning there was a routine to set and days of storms previous, meant you and Jon had been eager to set a proper camp up once more where he didn't hide you away in a tent.

You weren't sure what time span he was plotting, but it sat alright with you. The mountains of the Frost Fangs were the final push of lands known to be survived by men, you weren't quite sure you were ready to face that fact just yet. Not when the bump under your clothes only was showing that of three and a half months, hardly anything in the grand scheme of things.

Ghost by your side gathering firewood, you knew you were being paranoid. Looking behind you to every crack and sound, every hoot of an owl and cry of an animal natural to such wildlife. Yet you took each as a skip in your heart wondering which direction a hooded figure would be watching you from.

More then once Ghost had to nudge you to snap you out of it. A small whine trying to force you back to reality, as you'd run your free hand over his head whispering a small, “Sorry.”

He wasn't here you told yourself. The stranger wasn't here. But he was elsewhere. Somewhere in the world he existed and you knew he had to be a man of Westeros, he knew you and he knew enough of Jon to know he was a bastard and King in the North. He was somewhere, but not here, not in these frozen lands.

No one was here, that was the point. No one but you, Jon and Ghost amongst those who remained lost and unknown of the Starks and Reeds. They were out here as well, did they expect to never come back you wondered. If not, you understood why not to tell anyone. Jon had been honest, just not about the possibility that it was but a death march being undertaken in his quest. It was easier to tell people you were coming back, and to tell each other the same. But the closer you could see the Frost Fangs the more you knew that likelihood was decreasing.

Much already set up by the time you returned. Sitting the firewood down, you watched from your crouched position for a moment. A hint of a smile gracing your lips as the lightness in your heart matched that within your head. Not dizzying but something hazy and foggy that only saw vision of the man with you.

Jon simply put, worked so natural here. The cold and snow even in such lands he fit in a way you couldn't imagine any else. So much of who he was encapsulated the North and even his name suited him like it didn't anyone else. Snow suited him so perfectly, you took it. It was almost enough to huff a laugh out of you.

Your entire life put emphasis on how much name means to high society, and yet here you were in the roughing north beyond the Wall with a Northern bastard, marrying into his name, and carrying his child out here without a shred of luxury highborn girls were supposed to value.

Jons fantasy once of a cabin out here, just the two of you to be together might be the better one between you both after all. You had a routine without even having a home, having walls around would only make that easier. Catching your bright gaze, he tilted his head in question at you before you smiled with no shame in being caught. Turning your focus to setting the fire pit properly. “I love you, that's all.”

Saying your name in an unmeaning warn, you didn't look back but kept the smile on your lips to let him simply accept the statement of fact. Leaning down to lightly blow at the spark, watching it flow through the wicks and burn into something so much warmer then the cold allowed. Peeling your gloves off, one ran over Ghosts fur as he settled beside you, the other resting now in your lap as you sat on your shins.

The moment Jon came close, you stood before he could do anything else. Prompting him to sit, he tried to protest quietly but you refused. Standing behind him and moving your free hands from his shoulders up to his hair. “What are you doing?”

Undoing the tie keeping it all back, you could see tension deflate from his shoulders, even moreso as your fingers ran through the strands before you pulled out the small metal scissors normally kept with your kit for sewing. Running through his locks more, you easily could see in your mind where it had reached the point of perfect, to too long. Making plans to cut just above that to give him breathing room to grow. “I know you prefer it quite long, but I also know you don't prefer it long like a womans.”

Gentle cuts through his thick black hair, Jon relaxed exponentially as he let you tend to his hair with such care. His accent thick and slurring just a bit more only emphasized the fact. “Thought highborn girls like you wanted clean shaven men with neat hair.” Laughing with an ask of where he acquired that idea, the answer was even better. “I think the King was the only man there who didn't have that clean look on him when he came to Winterfell.”

Nodding with a bit of a distant smile, you certainly could see better then ever the differences in what Northerners cared in appearance to Southerners. Running down another strand to ensure the length matched the previous cut, you paused mid movement. “Did Lady Catelyn force you all to clean up for that? So you wouldn't look unkempt before the King?”

Jons answer was low but nothing which held the resentment it perhaps felt before in him. “That's what she claimed. But the three of us all knew it was for you.” When you didn't return cutting his hair, you knew he took that as your face twisting in confusion for him to elaborate. “You were coming to marry Robb, apparently that meant suddenly we all had to look pretty as if you didn't know what we looked like, like it would impress you.”

The smile returned as did the relax in his shoulders when you continued on with his hair. “Well it didn't work. I preferred both of you the way you always were. Don't get me wrong, you looked handsome, you always do,” The passing compliment not to your knowledge, left a skip in Jons heart as if he was still just a boy with a crush. “I simply like you better this way. The wild look suits you far better.”

You knew he could tell it wasn't much you were cutting, just enough to where he seemed to prefer it now that he was free to keep it long and wild. Muttering under his breath, “Not going to shave me next, then?”

Almost giving a mocking glare he couldn't see, your tone dropped flat. “Not the slightest chance. What you have now is perfect.” Raking your hands through his curls, trying not to let your fingers get caught on any natural tangles, you were more attempting to rid of him any access you had not let fall to the snow at your feet rather then search for more to cut. “I don't think before that visit I'd seen you without any facial hair since you were fourteen. I'd rather not go back to that, I quite like the way you look as a man. And growing it out more, then you'd just be Tormund.”

The audacity in Jon to tease out to you as he sat there saying, “I thought you enjoyed that about him.”

Dropping your hands from his curls completely, you both knew you were looking at him incredulously and he held a grin so bright it was about to burst with laughter. “You do recall I'm holding scissors rather close to your head, Snow.”

Nothing more was said long enough for you to continue. Then he spoke once more, clearing his throat to appear far more neutral then his amusement spoke. “So you're saying you didn't like-” You nudged his head forward slightly in a playful push, letting loose that laughter in his chest free in the open air to echo along the lands. “You're right, it was my idea I shouldn't tease you about it.”

Jon was holding something back you knew, but a master at riling you up he would withhold it just long enough to slam it down on the table at the perfect opportunity. When that was, could be anytime with him. But you let him keep it, wanting that bright and handsome grin on his face to stay as long as possible. His resolve lasted about two minutes.

“You may as well tell him you'd prefer him shaved like a boy.”

“Jon-”

Once more his laugh echoed across the lands, the sound filling your stomach with something so warm and hopeful. You rarely ever heard Jon laugh so freely this much anymore, he truly let himself just exist out here with you instead of holding back. As much as it was teasing towards you, you'd take ever bantering insult or jest if you got to see that smile a little longer. You adored it as much as you reluctantly adored his teasing.

It was so much closer now. The closer you got to it, the brighter in the sky it shimmered, the green.

Like a curtain rippling in the wind only it was the sky which radiated this green you had never seen in such manners. Standing up by an edge to the side of the slope down North, your eyes were wide as lips parted slightly unable to look away. For something calling to you with such terror behind it, it was exactly as Thoros had said. It was mesmerizing.

Warmth enveloping your back, Jon wrapped an arm around to your front, palm as flat against your covered bump as he could manage, the other resting along your hip as he leaned the side of his head gently against yours. Your hand tried to cover his, only for Jon to slip out under and press your hand to your stomach first before covering it again, your other hand grasping onto what you could of the fur hiding his forearm from the cold. “The one calling to me, he was the one at Hardhome.”

Not giving you the room to turn to look back at him, but your hand on his forearm tightened as your breath hitched. “You mean the one who-” He nodded, and you weren't quite sure why that fact didn't seem to frighten him as it was you. “And you're certain we aren't walking into a trap?”

But Jon shook his head no. “We could be. I have no way to know we aren't, but after everything that day I saw him in my dreams twice, and I know he saw me. I don't know what he wants, but he wants me and you.”

Breathless you asked, “Why would he care if I’m with you?” Telling you earnestly he doesn't know, you could only once more will the racing of your heart to settle. It didn't matter what he wanted, it was about Jon. Reminding yourself of the only truth here that mattered, your purpose was Jon, you followed him out here because by his side was where you belonged. Whether the Others know that or not, you were going to be here with him no matter what, so you supposed the how might not matter.

Leaning more back, Jon turned his head to press a lingering kiss to what he could reach of your cheek, your head turning enough to rest your forehead more against his. Eyes slipping shut with a gentle hum and exhale, you were tied between two mesmerizing things. The shimmering curtain of green in the night sky, or the all encompassing feeling of Jons warmth shielding you from the worst of the cold.

One for the eyes, the other for the heart but both radiated a different aspect of your soul. Wonder and love, fear and devotion. You could endure one to have the other, and the pressure of his hand on your stomach increased, you to push down that fear. Jon deserved this, he deserved a family he never thought he'd have. He deserved a child he gave away the idea of fathering once. He deserved all of this, you had to come back. Jon promised you a son, and you promised him a daughter. You had to come back to fulfill those promises.

It slipped out honestly, the thought overpowering your sensibility. “Is it too soon to ask if you've thought of any names?”

Looking at you curiously, his grey eyes shining before tugging you again closer to his chest. “I have many.” Asking him how many, Jon breathed out a gentle laugh. “Many. I could list them but we might be here a while.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile and warmth in your chest, you resisted the urge to want to turn in his arms completely, knowing he felt better and grounded when you both had a hand on your growing stomach. “Dare I ask if any of them are actually girl names?”

Nodding, Jon did not hesitate, he knew his answer with confidence. “I want to name our daughter after my mother.” The choking in your throat prevented any words, but he could sense the feeling behind it as he continued soothingly. “Are you still alright if I want to name one of our sons after Robb?”

Still you found no words able to come out, but you nodded with no hesitation. Of course you wanted that. You couldn't bring Robb home, so you had to make it back. You never had a chance to truly have your son together, so you needed to make it through this. Bring part of him home, by naming him to one of your sons with Jon. It wasn't much, but it was all you had of the dead you both missed dearly.

Whispering through something not wanting to tear up, you asked “I presume Robb's idea to name one after you is off the table.” Jon only let out a grunt, tugging you back in his arms properly without you twisting more to see him. Head resting more in what he could reach of your neck as you laughed. “Understood, no King Jon Snow, the second of his name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.”

Oh the unamused sound deep in his chest at that one. Muffled in your neck so flatly, “You do remember I'm a bastard?”

It was a morose way to say it, but you knew full well what his response to the idea would be and it was far too tempting to keep inside. “You're King in the North and a bastard. Joffery had all of Roberts bastards killed because he was worried they'd have a better claim to the throne then him if the rumours were true. Not everyone is sure Aegon is who he says he is..”

Rising up, he looked at you sensing where you were going with it and reluctantly walked into the trap knowingly. Consequences for how often he teased you right into a trap unknowingly. “Darling, I'd want the Iron Throne about as much as you do.”

You grinned and a hint of one peeked through on Jons expression as well. “Point taken.” If you wanted to see Jon somewhere, the last place would be Kings Landing. You could not even picture that, him in such a horrid place. Only in another world, where his life was spun far worse and far more unfair would you see him standing in such a retched city.

Breath hot at your ear, you felt him rasp low with a shiver running down your spine. “Do you know what it is I really want?” Shaking your head no, you only felt more light headed at his continuation. “I want to strip you down, and make love to you right out here.” Swallowing harshly, you felt your nerves spin something needy within seconds. “Can I make love to you tonight? No hiding away?”

You nodded, but Jon prompted you to say it out loud. “Please..” Not quite what he asked for a proper answer, but he took the genuine, breathy need better then he would a calm, obedient answer.

Turning you in his arms, Jon tilted your chin up to meet his eyes better. Lasting mere seconds before he leaned down as you reached up to seek his lips. Soft and guiding they were, gentle and tender as he didn't deepen it right away. Teasing slowly, barley pulling back before seeking your kiss out once more, your hands wound up to his shoulders and wrapped around the back of his neck were you could toy with the curls loose there. Jons hands grasped at your hips, pulling you forward as if to press your hips against his but without committing to it whole heartedly yet.

A husk of a voice, accent deep and thick as he brushed his lips against yours with every word barley having pulled back. “Come by the fire, it's warmer.” Not letting you go, he wrapped an arm around your back and guided you to stay close leading you to the fire.

Too clever for his own good, Jon instead of having something laid out, placed you near the wood acting as a seat by the fire before swapping places. Your back now to the flames and he at the prime spot to sit and pull you onto his lap as he saw fit. He had planned it out, but he didn't rush. Toying with the heaviest layers at your torso, Jon's eyes sought yours before he begun the process of taking it off. “I know it's cold, but I want you to trust me.”

You had not the thought to realize how much it hit him in his heart to hear how quickly and confidently you said, “I always trust you.” Jon thinking to himself, that you truly had not a single clue how you made him feel. He knew you trusted him to do anything to you, that was the problem. He could do everything to your body and you'd let him.

But he started slow. Taking off the heaviest layer of the sheepskin before placing it carefully enough by the fire it stayed off of the snowy ground and would keep somewhat warm for you. Jon said nothing as he moved to the laces keeping the bottom layer on you. Chest heaving at the dark lust scouring every inch he uncovered in such cold, but he stepped you out of them carefully with nothing hiding you underneath it.

There was no point, he would soak through each and every pair every night. You knew it was easier to wear nothing, and he clenching in Jons jaw spoke that was the correct choice yet again. Tearing his eyes to skip right up to your eyes, yours full of quiet nerves and his full of darkness he jested as he nodded to your boots, “I'll let you keep those on.”

You couldn't even laugh, you felt such a mixture of cold and desire flooding your veins it was overwhelming. But his eyes continued to stare as he stayed knelt to the ground. First your breasts down to your stomach. Pushing the fabric still on you up enough that his eyes rested at your stomach before narrowing them, pulling his gloves off in an instant and the roughness of his bare palm soothing along your stomach as he couldn't look away. Running one of yours though his curls, Jon swore under his breath. Resting his forehead against your stomach as he tried to keep himself together.

So far away and almost in a tone like that of a boy in awe, “Carrying my son..” That was how you both knew neither of you were taking it lightly, you didn't jest about it being a daughter and he didn't make any joke about such lack of a joke proof he was right. You didn't know for sure, but you did know it was Jons child you were carrying and he still even now was struggling heavily with accepting it was a reality he was allowed to have with you.

His lips pressed to your stomach, along every inch of skin and scar included before he looked up to you, hands smoothing up and down your waist to hip. From such an innocent look in his eye before, Jons tone dropped to something rough and rasping as his eyes turned grey to black in a split second, turning the air to something needing. “I should be taking you in the mornings too. I can't go this long without tasting you anymore.”

Sitting back, Jon was fully dressed as he took a seat on the wood behind. Guiding you by your hips to follow. A hand rough, running it from your calf up to your thigh, Jon met your eyes as he moved your one leg to sit over his shoulder, trying to tug the rest of you closer then you wanted too comfortably.

Lips running from your lower stomach down to your mound he blindly shifted your other leg to spread out wide beside him, much more open to his mouth as he kissed lower and lower, his mouth as warm as the fire behind you, hands on your hips and one sliding more to push you close by your ass, he kept you safe and steady in his touch.

One of your hands seeking refuge in his curls as the other perched on his shoulder, you watched Jons eyes slip closed as he took opportunity of the way he had just positioned you into a perfect feast. Your own eyes closing just as you gasped, unable to look to the obscene way he had you right out in the open. Warm tongue gently making contact with your clit, leaving small gentle licks in a tight pattern already working you up.

The shiver that time erupted from your core not from the air against your skin. Almost as if it was what he wanted, you leaned more over Jon as much as you could manage, knowing trying to pull away from his touch wasn't an option even if he would let you. Were you able to grasp onto the skin of his shoulders, your nails would've dug in deep as both hands now gripped around them tightly.

Trying to contain the cries wishing to leave, but failing at such an endeavour as he switched between sucking lightly at the bundle of nerves to letting his teeth scratch teasingly at it each time you almost became used to the patterns his tongue would brush over your clit with. Never giving you an idea how he wanted you to feel, but on edge and unable to expect whichever direction he'd take.

Small pleads of his name left your lips as the twisting of your core burned too hot too quickly, and your leg tensed as he kept it over his shoulder. It was far too soon, he'd barley begun, and yet you felt the spiralling as your lips parted, needing air to breathe but Jon's tongue soaking at your clit refusing such an ability to you. The pleasure coursing through you was so much more.

As if the warmth of his mouth between your legs were enough to keep such heat from leaving you, without opening your eyes it was so easy to forget you were out in the open cold. He entranced your mind to focus only on his actions, his existence, nothing else existed but your pleads of his name as your insides twisted too tightly before nearly losing whatever balance you tried to keep.

Snapping too suddenly, Jon kept one hand at your ass forcing you to stay on his mouth while his other reached up to wrap more around your back to keep you steady in such a precarious position, keeping more then one foot on the ground would be far more stable. But this way, as your orgasm begun to wash over you, Jon could begin the next course.

Shifting you more in his grip, Jons tongue ran flat down your folds just as you gasped into your orgasm, only making such pleasure far worse as he so quickly begun. Licking every bit of wetness already left for him and soaking you that much more, more needs of air trying to come into your lungs and losing as your heart raced. Almost running in tandem with how greedily he drank from you.

Before Jon, you hadn't even known this was something people could do with one another but now it was all he ever wanted from you, if nothing else. Running along your walls still clenching in such aftershocks, tears begging to run down from your eyes at how all you could feel was his touch.

Only him, you felt the grip of his hands and his mouth and the accompanying sound managed to overpower the sounds of night, to the gentle ones of Jons tongue between your legs. You weren't sure you had even come down yet, or if you were being kept in a perpetual state between peaks and never settling into something calm as Jon tugged you closer to his mouth with a low growl.

Not having realized you even had tried to pull away from the stimulation. Hardly any voice but a high, breathy strain you begged quietly, “Jon please, I can't-”

He didn't listen, he never did when his mouth was between you. Knowing what your pleasure could take far better then you could, Jons hands grew tight and almost painful on your bare skin as he possessively used his strength to keep you closer to him. Feeling his tongue run inside you as if needing every source of the taste you already soaked him with, your head dropped somewhat with arms tight around him. Shaking as the brushing of your walls sparked at you in need and flashed through your body like a flood, you didn't notice the gasping hitch pitched needing sounds leaving you so close to his ear.

Only causing Jon to growl, the vibrations running through and soaking him more and so on and the cycle seemed as if to never end. Just as another orgasm ran through you, feeling a sting in your chest from your heart. He barley pulled from your cunt in the middle of your orgasm to mumble something deep you hadn't even caught.

Still not yet returning to a clarity in your head, not realizing he had you just where he wanted. The second he pulled away from your now soaking cunt, Jon shifted so you straddled his lap so suddenly a soft whine left you from the sudden feeling of coarse fur scratching against your sensitive, wet core.

Not giving you a moment to breath, Jon pulled your lips to his by a grip on your chin. Your hands slinking up around his shoulders to the back of his neck in an instant, leaning into his chest as you kissed him. Being guided by his soft, demanding lips, letting him deepen it and steal each breathe making you perfectly light headed for him.

Sliding his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste what you gifted to his tongue but all you knew of it was how you tasted when given by his kiss. Hands pulling you firmly by your hips down against his covered cock, feeling how hard he was but Jon didn't give you the room to free him from such restraints. Instead choosing to tear his lips from yours to kiss and bite down your neck. Tilting your head enough to give him all the access he wished, Jon using his other hand encouraged you to grind down more against his cock.

Growls through bites into your neck followed by his lips and tongue hiding the indents by sucking a bruise around the skin, you found ease in following the guiding pace his tight grip on your hip was prompting you with. The burning in you had yet to go away, swimming through your blood up to your mind where you felt in a haze only surrounded by Jon. Marking your neck down and down until to any proper folk, it would look obscene and violent. Sliding a hand up to grip the hair at the back of your head by your neck, the other shifted once more from your hip to your ass.

Head dropping into his shoulder with a gasp, Jon subtly moved against your hips enough you felt the press of his hard cock right against your still soaking core. As if letting you believe you were setting a pattern he was following, but you felt not at all the one in control when he had you as such. Too easily he took over your mind when he had you like this, and not a shred of a decent, proper woman was left in his touch.

Only someone willing to do everything he'd tell you to do, as if when he was touching you, the worries that all you were good for was warming his bed were true, but without any of such fear. As if you were willing to accept this was your purpose, be a warm, loving body he could sink his cock into whenever he desired.

A sharp hiss left Jon as your own lips found his neck, much more gentle treating then he to yours, but still trailing your lips and tongue wet down what you could reach of his neck, finding any kind of pattern to draw that tightness he held you with out more. Wanting to clear the fog in your head enough to only seek out giving him what he deserves to feel. Grip on your hair tight and painful as he hissed your name in warning, your other hand trailing down his chest as if seeking to find any bare skin to touch and finding none.

He had you stripped and half bare, not the other way around. Jons eyes slipping closed as he held a grunt back in his chest at the feeling of your lips on his neck as you writhed against his cock. He had no idea where the image came from, but the second he felt his orgasm drawing close he knew he wanted to cum inside of you, but he didn't wish to just force you down on his cock now when you were so beautifully sensitive.

It was not a way to treat you, but the feeling came as the image increased. Pulling you away from his neck enough, his free hand moved from your touch as he rasped into your lips. “Let me spill down your throat, darling.”

It was shameful the ease in which you slunk from on top of his lap to between his legs. You didn't even notice the cold snow at your knees, not as Jons hand grasped the back of your neck and guided your mouth down onto his now exposed cock. What already was leaking from his tip hardly did anything to soak him when up against your mouth.

His grip slid sunk you down his cock as far as you could take him, before pulling only halfway up then roughly back down until your nose pressed against the wild, coarse black hair around his base. You had no control as your hands gripped his thighs, he gave your every movement.

Jon had slowly shortened how far off him would he move your mouth up and down his cock, each time you were given less and less reprieve as deep growls and grunts left. His head looking up to the sky ever so briefly before dropping wide eyed and mouth agape slightly watching you soak his cock, knowing you let him control you the whole time. Voice deep and accent so thick you hardly understood him over the beating of your rapid heard, “Fuck, darling..little more, just take all of me I know..” He hardly made sense anyways.

Stretching you open as your jaw stung from how thick he was but also the feeling in your chest needing rest, but not wanting to leave his cock whatsoever. The rougher he got, the less he was gentle with you, was what you wanted. You wanted him to abuse you the way you trusted no other man too.

Forcing you as deep as you could, Jons cock throbbed in your mouth before his cum, thick and hot spilled down your throat. So much of it was so thick as spurts of his seed just kept filling your stomach and a muffled whine left you as Jon groaned your name. Running your tongue along what you could reach to ensure you wouldn't waste a drop, before Jon swore deeply and yanked you off of his cock.

Letting you kneel there gasping for air, before looking up to his heaving chest trying to catch his own breath. Still though, his cock was hard and perfect and you felt this unhinged need to have it back inside of you in anyway. Moving with him guiding you back into his lap, Jons kiss was a lot sloppier that time.

Tongue tasking in and out of your own mouth as you moaned into him. Hauling up your hips midair a bit, Jon pressed his forehead against yours to keep you there a moment. “It was that night, the first one you let me fuck you as you fell asleep, that did it. It took that night, filled you with my child that night..” Leaning forward he kissed your lips rough before pulling back with a bite to your bottom lip. “The one you let me tie you to my bed, that's the night I got you pregnant.”

Nodding against him, your voice was far smaller and needier. “Please, let me have you again Jon please, I want you inside of me so much.” Running his hand over the back of your head along your hair, Jon only nodded. That time, ever so slowly filling your cunt as he sunk you down. Walls tight against him as your cried out into the open night, but soaked that there was none of the pain which could sometimes come with his size.

For a moment quiet sat between you, his cock throbbing in your warm, soaking walls as you hid in his shoulder and he nudged his nose against your hair, running a hand down smoothly. “You take me like you were born for it.” All you could do was nod in agreement, eliciting a harsh exhale from him before very slowly guiding your hips once more. Even more gentle then how he ground you against him previously.

Compared to how rough he could go, it was almost as if Jon was hardly letting you move at all. Barley lifting you off of him before just as slowly, sinking you back down. Your hands wrapping around the back of his neck, foreheads pressed together as your eyes shut. Each drag right along something so sharply sensitive as you gasped with each brush along it inside of you.

Small whines slipped out beyond you attempt to contain it, but Jon nudged your head to the side slightly. Pressing a shushing kiss just below your ear as he rasped into it, his hands never letting you anywhere near a fair speed. “It's alright, I know.”

He burned within you, but yet you were so exposed out in the cold but you couldn't consider such a fact as you felt warmer and warmer the more Jon slowly guided your hips so precariously on his cock. Seeking his lips, Jon obliged with no hesitation, and his kiss was all consuming and deep and yet once more contained not a sign of urgency or greed. His cock filling you so much, not even being allowed more then an inch or two off from taking his entire length inside of you.

Unintentionally biting down to his bottom lip trying to contain your begs, Jon pulled back with a breathless laugh. Eyes bright seeking out your closed and desperate ones. Nudging your nose with his he rasped deeply. “Didn't think you had that attitude in you,”

Looking up, you knew you seemed a mess. Eyes heavy and needing as your lips were slightly parted with a desperation so thick on your tongue you tasted it at the roof of your mouth. Looking almost confused for a moment before it dawned on you, all but stopping moving against him with a skip in your heart. “I'm so sorry, I didn't-”

Despite how tight you were clenching around him, Jon found it easy to laugh. Running a hand down the hair at the side of your head before pressing a shorter kiss to your lips. “Don't be sorry, darling. It's alright, you've done nothing wrong.” Glancing to his eyes grey and bright even in the darkness, you felt the melting in your heart calm a bit. Nodding as he pulled you in to capture your lips properly once more.

It was easy for Jon to forget sometimes, everything you were in your waking life but you didn't like being the rough one in bed. You preferred to follow his lead, let him use you roughly however he wanted. You didn't like being rough yourself, despite how much you knew you wanted him to treat you roughly. Following his touch, barley creeping towards any end at such a pace but you cared not to rush.

Jon felt so unbelievably good this deep inside of you, and your lungs stung with need as you fell a bit into his front with a desperate gasp of air you could not replenish. His cock hardly leaving you before Jon sun you back down and never even indicated once he wished to pick up the pace. Only growls deep in his chest he tried to contain, even though his hand raking through your hair grew tighter with every growl or grunt.

Gently the hand on your hip moved, sliding palm flat along your front to your stomach, Jon only pulling back enough to watch you as he just barley would lift his hips to meet yours. Grey eyes trapped on your stomach and it was then his own exhales became shaky, his movement got a little less slow and consistent as you tried to keep the previous pace he specifically set for you.

Desperate to feel his kiss, but you dared not to interrupt him now. Hiding somewhat in his neck, you whined quiet, the feeling so overwhelming in your head and sinking down to your core soaking around Jons cock ever more. Only a small voice in his ear, low and careful to not disturb his eyeline or thoughts. “Jon, I want to feel you cum inside me. Please?”

For how soaked you were around his cock, Jon let out another gentle, almost innocent laugh. Finding your eyes, with a brightness in his lips parting to a grin. “After all this time, you're still asking me?” Nodding yes, not to be sultry nor seductive, only honest, Jon leaned in to press another kiss to your lips again with a smile still plastered. “Always, darling. Come on, with me.”

Moving you a little faster, but not increasing the roughness you grasped his shoulders and head hung between you both as your eyes rolled back and closed at the burning pressure filling you with each faster bounce, each deeper thrust back inside of you.

Pace picking up enough, you felt your breasts jostle a bit more at the speed, catching Jons eye as well. The hand at your hair sliding down to the front of your neck, holding you just slightly without putting pressure your eyes fluttered shut with a beg of his name. Jon, increased the pressure only just enough to catch your notice as he fucked up inside of you a little harder, a tad faster.

But this was not meant to be a desperate fuck, Jon had meant it when he told you he wanted to make love to you. Nothing urgent or too eager, just a gentle bouncing on his cock so deep inside your soaking wet cunt, knowing your orgasm was creeping up faster then you expected. Clenching around his cock you gasped right as Jon moaned out your name in return.

Kissing him, your orgasm waved along you with such shuttering effects you wrapped your arms around Jon as he did you. Hands splayed up along your back, keeping you both locked to the others lips to steal each and every breath as your orgasm shocked through. Jon spilled deep inside of you, his seed coating your walls as much as possible as if it could get you pregnant again already.

Neither really sure when you came back down, either of your peaks. Only the gentle press of his lips until heavy breathing between. By the time your eyes sought one another you looked so distant from the present, your limbs felt heavy as if on a substance. A hand cupping his cheek and jaw, you pressed a kiss to the facial hair on the other side.

Turning to nuzzle his head against you, it was quiet as you both felt his seed take root deep inside as it always belonged to do. Murmuring in the quiet moment, “Is it too demanding of me to ask if we could lay down where it's actually warm?”

Laughing in your ear, Jon murmured, “Not at all.”

Surprising you however, as he gently lifted you off of his cock, and adjusting everything on him, Jon stood suddenly. Picking you up in both arms as you let out a laugh as if not mostly bare against him. “Jon-”

Rasping with a smile, “You wanted to get warm right? I can't make you walk over there in so little then.”

It wasn't until Jon could see you were fast asleep did he manage to sneak away one more time. Looking out to where you had been in the green, Jon willed his heart to relax. He knew what he had seen, and he had to trust he was getting you back home. Part of him knew, he was still too selfish to be willing to give this up. Not now. Not when he finally could see you beginning to swell with his child.

Knowing how far it would take to get to the Frost Fangs from here, Jon told himself to be selfish a little while longer. Stay here at the First of the First men with you just a bit more. Act pretend like two kids wanting to play couple with nothing but their imagination. You'd be five months when he estimated reaching the edge, and he knew then more then ever he wasn't going to be willing to lose you or his baby.

By the time he found the droop in his eyes to join you, Jon pulled you tight into his arms, you still partially bare against him, but he'd feel you no other way. It was the most he's ever been allowed to have you, he wasn't wasting it.

“You do know she's still small, right?”

Raising your eyebrows with a grin, Jon tilted his head at you in question, having you elaborate trying to catch your breath. “She's too small to be hurt so easily, you don't have to hold back as much as you are quite yet. It would take far more damage then you'd even inflict willingly to harm her at this stage.”

Shaking his head, Jon took an innocent step forward to adjust where your arms were positioned carefully for you as he spoke. “We aren't sparring, we're practising.” Asking what the difference was, Jon waited you knew until he was sure you were fine once more. Getting a few easy hits in before holding back just as you misstepped, stopping before you again. “Practising is hands off. I'm only making sure you still remember how to protect yourself, I'm not making you fight in this condition.”

Grinning much more amused that time, you allowed Jon to shift your footing. “This condition does have a name.”

Muttering as Jon nudged your foot more to the right before pulling you in by the side of your head to press a kiss there before returning to his own position. “You're right, it's called my wife forgets who she's married too when asking me to go harder.” About to protest you weren't asking anything, Jon nodded to your feet. “I haven't had to fix your stance this much since when we did this for the first time. You're too distracted to take this seriously.”

Dropping your stance without sacrificing your footing you tilted your head with an expression asking to implore you. “This isn't being distracted, just..I'm not quite...” You could see his eyes dripping with a knowing as you bit your tongue and turned away from his gaze. “Alright, distracted could be the correct word.”

Giving up entirely, Jon stepped forward to grasp at your upper arms, running up and down the material there before the heavy outer layers got put back on in a moment. “Knocking you into the dirt was fun when we were children, it isn't fun now. I like doing this part with you, but not the roughing you up part anymore.”

Nodding your head you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment, his own gaze following with a curiosity until it spun into knowing. In a moments notice your hair was gathered and pulled back in one hand, as he soothingly wrapped an arm around your stomach with the other. Rasping gentle words in your ear each time it all came back out. Like clockwork, water first, then the tea as he stayed knelt with you until you could feel the last of it.

Jon choosing to speak first. “At least our enemies won't expect to be thrown up on. Take them by surprise.” Even through the burn in your throat, you burst into a laughter. Leaning back into Jons touch he pulled you to sit more against the ground. His hand on your stomach staying as you focused on your breathing now to ensure it was done.

His touch comforting instead of embarrassing as you feared it would feel the first he experienced this with you, Jon made you forget about the ill the moment your stomach ceased to twist. “Would be a sight though. Would love to know the look on their face, utterly befuddled by such a move.”

It settled in your stomach after moments but you both stayed there. The distant sight on the north looked so much more clam, so less menacing in the day compared to the striking green calling to you within a shimmering sky at night. “When does this normally stop?”

Squinting in the distance, you found what you assumed was the answer you recall. “Around four months or so. Somewhere in there it should go away, or at least it had last time.” Muttering annoyed on your behalf that you had another month putting up with this but you laughed. Running your hands along his forearm. “I'm starting to think it upsets you more then it does me.”

“It does.”

That got a laugh out of you easy, the other morning Jon had rushed to your side as Ghost was the one who noticed what was about to happen and whined at him in distress. At least with the direwolf preoccupied down at the ground level by the brook did you only have one wolf fussing this time. “What's something that you miss?” Sensing his head leaning over your shoulder a bit you elaborated. “Not anything obvious, or important. But, what little things do you miss the most. Like when you were at the Wall what small, inconsequential thing did you find yourself missing about Winterfell?”

Inhaling in thought, Jon leaned back more comfortably, pulling you with him to rest far more against his chest instead of sitting upright. Low in your ear you felt his breath warm dance across your skin. “You first.”

Your answer was quick, simple and not needed thought to come to it's conclusion. “I miss dresses. This is warm, yes. But I hate wearing all these layers, so many different things to take off separately. I like being able to do it for you, but I hate it for myself. I feel so restricted this way.”

Laughing gentle, Jon let a hand drift up to your jaw, his knuckles ever so gently running along the skin he found. “Isn't it harder to move in one?”

You merely shrugged, taking a sip from the skin of water before passing it up and behind so Jon could as well as you spoke. “Fighting or running yes, but otherwise there's nothing I can do in pants I wouldn't be able to also in a dress.” Thinking for a moment it was going to sound terribly girly, but you were honest anyways. “They also are prettier then this.” Nodding down to what you both matched in wearing out here. “You make it work, but I don't.”

Pressing a kiss to the side of your head, Jon assured you do with you rolling your eyes. Mentioning it was his turn, Jon sighed out through his nose trying to find a genuine answer beyond the real ones he could endlessly list. “Might not be the answer you're looking for, but I miss being able to sit down and have a meal with everyone.”

A hum in your throat let out, almost questioning him at first. Either meals with your mother and father were quiet, or you were old enough to eat while working separate from your father, meals shared that were enjoyable had always been in Winterfell. They felt like a family sat down to eat, even when there were so few of you now, it felt familiar. “You had that at Castle Black didn't you? There was a meal hall.”

Jon tilted his head with a grimace you could not see. “Me and a hundred of my brothers at any given time. Not really time with family it felt. Too many of them, too loud, and all they wanted to do was talk about the girls in Moles Town they had the night before.” Raising an eyebrow with great amusement you asked if he knew much about that. But Jon squeezed your sides catching a giggle from you and a smirk at the sound and sight from him. “Ask yourself, could you ever imagine me in a brothel?”

A matching grimace came upon your face. “If I can, I don't know if I like it.”

“I almost did once.” Turning drastically behind you, Jon only laughed. Shifting you in his arms back to a more comfortable position. “Not like that. It was before you came back to Winterfell, before your visit when we had tried to..” Trailing off you nodded, knowing there wasn't real distrust or malice in your surprise. “I was worried I wouldn't know enough, that I wouldn't be able to make you feel good. And, that's what those women are paid to do, and I couldn't ask anyone else without them being suspicious so I wondered if I was really so nervous I'd ask one of the girls there for advice.”

Gently asking, “Did you?” He had been far more confident then you were that day.

But he shook his head. “I knew if anyone had seen me, if you heard about it I didn't want you thinking I was taking advantage of the months you were gone. The bastard of Winterfell, whose never been with a girl before, seen going into a brothel. Who was going to assume I walked out without doing anything?”

But you were more reassuring then he expected. “Me. I knew you, I never worried about anything like that. Not after we we started to see each other. I knew you of all people would be the last one to ever even want to be unfaithful.” It had been some time Jon knew, if instead of conflict and pain, all he did was feel a lift in his heart at how must you trusted him even then. “Besides, I'm not quite sure such provocative and forward women were really what you liked.”

Another easy smirk came from Jon. “People walked over me my whole life, last place I wanted to feel that was with a woman.” Nodding gently, Jon had added quietly in your ear. “For the record, I also miss you in dresses. Easier to get you naked in them then these.” Tugging at the fur of the sheepskin you laughed.

You felt no surprise there.

The Milkwater was the largest known river source north of the Wall. It consisted of two major water trails, one coming high from within the Frost Fangs not far south from Thenn, the other coming from a valley north of what they called the Giants Stairs. From the maps, you could see both separate streams joined at the laters location, before moving downwards to flow into the river you had seen when travelling by Crasters Keep before pouring into the Bay of Ice.

From how little was known about the vastness of the lands here, it was nearly impossible to cross the Milkwater haphazardly. A strong swimmer could content with it's vertical length to the lands across it, but the cold water alone would subdue any man. If frozen over enough there were spots safe to ford but it wasn't the manner in which was conducive to the safe route Jon was taking you through.

He had gone over it with you, the final day you two stayed at the Fist of the First Men, the exact path and why. From the west edge of the Wall sat a trail leading up the high terrain until it found itself cut off from the other side where the Milkwater was hundreds of miles below. When you had asked quietly if he was certain it would still be there, or in tact enough to use he had placated such worries.

Though, there was a slight hesitation as he took his time looking from the map, over to you somewhat before back to the map. “When I was with Qhorin Halfhand, we were heading to the Skirling Pass and climbing up you could see it in the distance. It's abandoned, so the Cave People used it to get across to the other side.”

Asking in a quiet tone, you knew he picked up the distracting jest of a tone. “That seems a bit derogatory of a manner to refer to them as.”

A slight smirk came back across as he glanced down to you, still pressed close to his side. “I think that was the point. Ninety clans, and they were the only ones everyone else hated.” The question of why passed and Jon shook his head. “You'd have to ask them.”

You knew it was silly, and you knew it was influenced by the life growing inside of you but you couldn't help but also feel weak at the sadness of leaving them behind. It was the only option which made sense, Jon already was going to have to lead a large direwolf and a pregnant wife through the mountainous range, there was simply no room for two horses to join.

Kneeling down by the now much more carefully organized pack to throw on your back you thought didn't look back. Though you also knew there was something else, the fact that keeping them here wouldn't be helpful if there would never be any riders to return for them in due time. But soon there wasn't going to be anything which would distract from the truth, what you were walking in on and it was becoming harder and harder for you to hide your struggle with coping, against Jon who seemed to grow more and more confident and sure in himself.

By this point there was no arguing in any way of who was carrying what. Jon had ensured you carried as little as possible, knowing he was more then strong enough to handle the burden of the rest of it. But it was what you both held onto that was coming with you, nothing more. So you said nothing as you heard his footsteps returning alone, watching as he picked his heavy one up with ease to put it on before coming to your side.

Holding a hand out, Jon lifted you to your feet and took the liberty of putting yours on for you. A hand running down your upper arm as he gently called your name to his attention, turning to look up at him he nodded towards the incline of trees to traverse.

“I've never even heard of this place.” Climbing up the snowy path you could begun to hear the echo of emptiness usually looming over cliff sides of such heights.

Jon continuously would turn to watch you as if waiting for the moment you might slip or stumble, despite thus far your feet walked firmly on the ground. Not noticing his watching gaze as you listened to him. “Not surprised. It was abandoned a long time ago, nobodies really sure when.” Asking through a grimace as you pulled yourself up over an unsteady patch of land by a tree branch, why build all the way out here. Jons answer was curious, your eyes narrowing the whole time. “It was meant to act as a defence. The only way across and if the Nights Watch had men garrisoned there, they could hold anyone off the other side as long as they had men to stand.”

Biting your tongue, it sat strange with you. It was only facts he had been relaying but something didn't seem to match up. Jon called your name the longer your eyes stayed harshly trained on your footing with distant thoughts in your eyes. Glancing over to him, you looked back swiftly to pay attention to the ground before you. “The free folk all lived here though, no wall to protect them any clan could come up and attack at any point out here. If only the Cave People live on the other side, by build an entire fort to keep them out when they'd be in enemy lands regardless?”

Jons answer sent more of a chill through your blood then the wind around did. “Maybe the free folk weren't the ones they were trying to keep out.” A glance shared between you both, wide eyed and apprehensive, neither of you said a word on it further. Still there was time, you didn't need to discuss it yet.

Coming to where the land parted down into the waters below, the cliff side was vast. Large and impressive as the Milkwater below kept you and the Frost Fangs away from one another. The Fort itself coming into closer view was nothing nearly as impressive as coming to view the Nightfort for the first time. Just a large tower and a series of smaller buildings in an enclosed space along it's own cliff edge.

It was what sat beyond it which caught your eye. A sturdy bridge crossing one edge to another, leading into a clearing amongst thick trees to where you could see in the distance a clearing off until the faded sight of the tips of mountains poked through the view. Along each edge with no rails, spikes were stabbed through the stone and skulls mounted on them of dead men from who knew how long ago.

Stopping next to Jon, you both looked with the same apprehension, the same unnerved expression matching one another as you found a voice once more, much quieter that time. “Is that why they call it the Bridge of Skulls?”

Jons answer as no more comforting. “No, it's because of the amount of skulls from dead men gathered below over the years.” Your exhale was shaking as much as it showed the cold air running through your lungs. Turning to Ghost, the pair seemed to communicate silently before Jon nodded for him to walk first. Trusting his direwolf's senses more then his lesser ones first.

Slower behind he beckoned you to follow until nothing was found but a long since empty fort at the edge of a cliff. If you had thought Castle Black was small in comparison to the Nightfort, this was but a shed in the woods. A small courtyard, all the amenities Castle Black had but smaller and more compact. Instead of buildings all around, the main tower was many stories up with each layer having a new function unique from the last.

On the other side, there was a gate. Not nearly the great sized ones from the tunnels in the Wall, more of one to maintain access to the bridge off without such heavy need. Jons voice calling from the other side of the courtyard you both were looking around in, turning to see something more stern and serious in his expression. “I'm going to look around.” Gesturing to Ghost over to you adding, “Ghost, go with her. See if you can find us somewhere to sleep where we can keep a fire going.”

Nothing else was said, once Ghost came to your side, you watched as he walked off. Something on his mind, but you dared not bother him by running to his back and asking. Entering the largest tower, you did what you were told. Meeting halls and whatnot occupied the first few floors, before quarters for the men near the middle and lookouts with a small cache of bows, arrows, and the like approaching the very lookout top.

The night growing, as did the cold and dark. Room to room, finding nothing of use but dust. Nudging your foot at one of the beds did enough come off of it that the spray had Ghost shake his head out with a huff. Apologizing, the direwolf followed you each passing turn as you noticed how large he had gotten now that you were once more in rooms to compare sizes. If he grew much more, soon he'd be taller then you even on all fours as if being in the far North had his size grow faster then any other place.

Which you weren't sure was only a coincidence. By the time you found somewhere fair, the fire place usable and size of the room large enough for the three of you comfortably. Opening the creaking window out to the lands, night was creeping in more as the sun in the sky dimmed and soon the sounds of owls would fill the air no doubt.

Pulling the pack off of you, you eyed the bed with a distrust before running a gloved hand over the sheets. Pulling it off the second layers were untouched yet by dust and glancing to Ghost you raised an eyebrow. “Better then sleeping out there, I suppose.” Moving things enough that everything needed could be by the fire with some degree of comfort, you didn't need to think to seek Jon out to tell him where you were.

The few times Ghost wandered to watch down the halls told you enough, if Jon needed to know where you had gone, he had the eyes to find out directly. By the time you could hear his boots approaching, Ghost had turned on a dime to settle by as you continued to pile wood you had taken from other rooms. Some in the pit others close by to add when needed.

Glancing around the room, Jon inquired as to if you had an issue with the bed. Tilting your head as you leaned partially over to the unlit fire pit with a jest. “Would you trust a mattress so old you couldn't even date when it held it's last occupant?” Agreeing, Jon took off his own pack to put beside yours.

The quiet not anything you noticed until it was when Jons warmth evolved your back. Beckoning you to stand up more with an arm grasping your upper arm and the other sliding across your stomach. His rasp low and alluring in your ear. “Let me do all this, I want you to rest tonight.” Opening your mouth to protest, the hand on your arm jumped up to tilt you by your chin enough you could slightly catch his eyes, stern and serious. “No arguing.”

Raising his eyebrow at you until you nodded, Jon pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Both the heaviest layers off your top halves now as the fire burned warm and bright as night crept into the sky, Jon crouched by it tending to the food when you found yourself standing up and moving towards him. Asking your name in question, you sat on your knees behind him and begun letting his curls down and loose around his head. Hands sliding naturally down over his upper back and shoulders now that you could feel the muscles there so easily, Jon exhaled. “You realize I'm knelt over a fire, right?”

Muttering as you leaned to press your lips to his neck gently. “Hands to myself, understood.” Jon turned to playfully glare at you as pulled away, but the cupboard you were now propped up against was too far away for him to reach out and haul you back to him.

The night was peaceful, the quiet and freedom of being able to stay indoors and stay warm by a fire, you both could almost trick yourselves into thinking everything would be alright. As if the morning would find the same peace, as if you wouldn't have to go out there and cross that bridge.

Just the three of you, and nothing more nor less. Alone in these cold lands, but together which was all you could ask for thus far. All you'd be able to ask for soon enough. Jon had been silent for a while now, watching you with a dark, but adoring gaze that you flushed to look at, but he'd refuse to hide the way he watched.

It wasn't until the outdoor sounds of the night was heard, did Jon move. Slinking over to you, before you knew it he captured your lips with his. Deepening it as he cupped your cheek and jaw to tilt your mouth to fit with his perfectly and no escape. Pushing you down onto the sheets laid out below, Jon kept hovering over you instead of gracing you with his weight against your front.

Still, words were not shared. He needed to say nothing, the urgency and greed in how much more harsh and demanding his kiss grew by each passing second spoke it all. Biting your bottom lip, and taking your gasp to slide his tongue in your mouth in the same instance the hand on you cheek shifted to the hair at the back of your head. Grasping the strands tightly, Jon pressed you more up against his lips. Tasting the inside of your mouth as you tried to match him only to barley be granted access to him in return for his invasion.

Grasping your free hand just as your right one raked through his curls, Jon held it flat against the ground intertwining your fingers together. Almost as if changing his mind, he tore your other hand from his curls as well, matching it's position beside your head on the opposite side. Now using his stance to crowd you more, keeping his kiss fused to your lips simply by giving you nowhere else to go, not that you wanted too.

Hands tensing in his, he tightened his grip back as he would tease pulling back from your lips with more gentle kisses, before sneakily sliding his tongue back to brush yours when you'd try to find the moment to gasp for air. One leg of his nudging your ankle up as it to encourage you to move, wrapping it around his calf as your other bent.

Foot sliding flat on the ground you naturally gave Jon more room as you did keep it sat towards his hip, your leg wrapped around his also urging Jon forward. Leaning more into you, pressing his hips to yours before you sensed him narrowing his expression just before tearing himself from your lips. Kneeling up to look you over, Jon without a word, found your eyes before nodding down to your pants.

Nothing demanding or impatient, just a calmness over top the dark colours in his eyes as your hands trailed down to slowly take them off. Still laying out for him, he continued to not speak. His brows narrowing slightly and once again it was as good as words spoken out loud in the quiet of the night.

Take everyone off is what his eyes asked of you, and you obliged.

Knees now bent as you propped your top half up on your elbows, Jon scoured your body from top to bottom, back up as one could describe his gaze as leering. Stopping each pass at your growing stomach before his eyes flew shut. Jaw clenched and shaking his head slightly, debating against whatever was brewing in his mind.

Kneeling just over you enough, Jon cupped your cheek to pull you into a chaste kiss. Muttering against them with a sweetness making your heart feel floating in your chest. “Stay just like this.” Nodding yes, Jon suddenly stood up from you. Tearing the last layers from his chest off easy, he turned away from you leaning down to his own pack.

Blocking view you couldn't quite see what he was doing, but could watch enough as he kicked his boots off before interrupting whatever he was searching amongst to start peeling his own pants off. Swallowing harsh at the sight, your eyes grew wide when he turned back to you. Not even at the thick length, full and hard for you but at such simple items in his hands.

No darkness in his eyes, but something wide and bright and gentle as he leaned down onto his calves, free hand stretching for yours, and pulling you to match him. Eyes darting between his eyes, and the rope he was now toying with, and a strip of a fabric dyed in black. But again, no jesting nor even lust was in his voice, seeking your eyes with such a painted seriousness on them. “Tell me no now or any point, and I'll stop. But I want to do this differently tonight.”

Lips parting, your heart raced a bit. The gentleness in his eyes didn't match the way his muscles seemed to tense toying with the rope. Your voice but a whisper, desperate the nerves did not accompany it. “What's the cloth for?”

Grey eyes darting between it and you, exhaling deeply as his eyes closed for only a moment before a softness returned. “Can I show you?” You should have considered it more, but you nodded without spending a second considering a single thing. Prompting you to turn around, you felt him warm at your back. One hand sliding along your neck to trace a thumb over your cheek, he leaned enough to follow the sensation with a kiss to the same spot.

Following up, your heart jumped out of your chest as Jon suddenly but tenderly begun wrapping the cloth to cover your eyes, typing it behind you before easing the tightness on you by shifting part of your hair to drape over the fabric. Hands running down and through those same strands as he murmured behind you, “Can you see anything?” Shaking your head no, Jon must have had a physical reaction as you got nothing from the lack of sound. He seemed to pull away before returning and gently pulling your hands behind your back, pressing your wrists together. “Anytime darling, tell me the second you want me to stop.”

It seemed, your lack of response he understood perfectly. The rope was rough against your skin, not so tight it hurt, but enough you couldn't move them at all. This part you knew, the blinding of your vision not, and certainly not both combined. Hands reached around you, grasping at your breasts. Greedy as he groped you toughly. Pushing them together before easing up, only to caress them roughly again before sliding his fingers to suddenly pinch at the buds of your breasts. Gasping, you couldn't move but lean into his back, which Jon moved forward to accommodate, but it also had given him so much more leverage to take greedy handfuls of your beasts until you let out small, well hidden whines.

Twisting until the gasps left your lips frequently, before yanking one while returning to a gentle massaging of the other, then swapping sides. Yanking both more rough then either before the same instance Jons lips met your neck. Wet presses of his lips and tongue teasing down the sensitive skin as he felt you tense so much at only his touch of your breasts. Husking into his work, muffled beyond belief compared to the fog in your head. “Came for me once this way,”

Not knowing what to say as if he gagged you as well, you nodded trying to contain the sounds with a bite to your lip. Dragging you too close, it was so humiliating to know it was this easy now. He barley had to touch you at all, but the slight nibble at your neck from his teeth had you crying out so much more blatantly needy. Twisting your nipples harder as his mouth tore up your neck to kiss the space below your ear and taking part of your ear itself by his teeth to hiss, “Let go, darling, let yourself have this, it's alright.”

The coil felt so strange being so tight without such touch, almost as if a phantom traced itself over where you needed it without giving you the feeling. But you struggled to breath calmly regardless, hands tensing behind you but letting the warmth twist your insides until Jons teeth bit down at such a sensitive spot on your neck. Arching back into his touch, Jon never let go the entire duration your high send you into something hazy in need, lips and teeth running along your neck as he groped your chest.

Letting a hand slip down somewhat on your stomach and partway on your mound Jon asked deeply if he'd find you wet already, but not expecting the breathy urgency of your answer filling the air. “Always, I always feel like that just looking at you.” Chuckling deep in your ear, Jon teased you asking if you really do and you nodded fervently. “I promise, I always want to be ready for you..”

“It isn't about me-”

Were your eyes not hidden, he'd have seen your brows narrow in a sort of frown. “No, Jon. I promise, it's always about you, I want it to be about you.” Surprisingly coherent for the state of high he had you in, Jons other hand left your breast and grasped at your hip. “I-” Swallowing the desire back down if just for a moment, you needed him to know it was spoken from your heart not the fog of his touch. “I know you've never had much, but now you have me. I'm yours now, and I want all of me to be yours, all the time, whenever you want. I'll always want you Jon, and I want you to know you can have any part of me you want at any time. I promise.”

Resting his face in your neck, he pressed a kiss there collecting whatever could be running through his head. Trying to find the solution in his mind, and you knew the moment he found it from the twitch of his lips wishing to exhale roughly. But he wouldn't tell you do directly, you knew that. “Do you remember that night?”

Brows only narrowing for a second until each hand reached back, taking a rough handful each of your ass before squeezing enough his hands already was pressing it's mark into you. A whine wanted to leave you so badly, “Is- is that what we're going to-” He interrupted you, a rough husk asking if you wanted that and you snapped that will power as if something shamefully worked up spilled out instead of yourself. “Gods, so badly..I've wanted you to take me like that again ever since that night..”

Clearing his throat, his touch on you stopped moving but his hands now imprinting bruises to your ass. “Why didn't you say anything?” Your innocence simply didn't know how to ask, and a groan left him deeply. Dropping his forehead against your shoulders, grasping your hips to pull you back as his teeth sunk into your neck, biting and sucking the skin to a bruise match. “Your ass is so tight around me, I don't know if I can go easy when I'm-”

Oh you knew it was something so desperate in you to let it slip in such a high breathy tone. “Don't, gods please don't go easy, Jon. Please, fuck me the way you really want..just once..” If you were to ask Jon, he'd say you were a siren sent to torment his cock for the remainder of eternity. Saying exactly what he wanted so much.

Hand running down to your cunt, Jon wasted not his time nor yours sliding two fingers deep inside of you, slick and smooth down to the knuckle. His other hand pressing against your stomach, pulling you back to rest against him with a gentle shush in your ear. Sliding in and out, just enough as he pulled from you, it was obscene how much you already coated him. Accent thick and rasp impossibly rough and deep, Jon spoke through gritted teeth, hand running back to your ass. “You're not a whore, and I won't treat you like one.” Free hand grasping one of your ass cheeks and pulling it wide enough it stung as his now soaked fingers traced along you, stuttering your heart. “But you're my wife, which means I want to claim you, all of you.”

Head not even getting out a nod, Jon with a finger drenched in your wetness sunk deep to the knuckle, tensing around him as you gasped in almost a shock, Jon stayed deep as he made home with his lips to your neck. Only pulling out enough to sink his second soaked one inside, grunting into you as he did so. “Gods, no wonder you drove him crazy. Feeling like this?” Biting at your neck he kept going in mumbles. “If I were Tormund, I'd have demanded to sink deep into your ass too if you feel like this just around my fingers.”

The flush travelling up was horrendously embarrassed, that night was his idea but it was also Jon who endlessly tormented you with how much he convinced you to hand your body over like a piece of meat to both of them. How much he knew you liked it. Shaking your head, you gasped through your words, “You're the only one I'd..”

The darkness in Jons voice as he hissed in your ear, “Then why'd you let him inside of you at all? Why ride his cock like you were desperate for it?” It wasn't anger or judgment, it was exactly what he had encouraged you, he wanted you to want all of it, but now he used it so strongly against you to make you soaked and weak for him. “You know I had to yell at him to pull out of you, he would've cum inside you if it were up to you.”

Shaking your head, Jon sped up his fingers sliding in and out of your ass as you clenched around him while also falling back into his same touch. Your voice weak, and you had not the head space to realize Jon was trying to coerce you into such a needy state on purpose. “I didn't want him to, I only want you-”

Moving one steadying hand from your ass just as he sunk again deep inside of you, Jon let his hand sit at the base of your neck hissing through gritted teeth in your ear. All the while each passing moment speeding up how fast he fucked his fingers into your ass. “If you didn't want him to darling, why let him fuck you? What if it took?”

Jon knew he needed to ease up, that wasn't fair. Neither of you knew you were already pregnant by then, but Jon had figured it out in retrospective, when you wouldn't have gone back that far in your memory to connect it. If he raised the blindfold, Jon wondered if he'd see the start of tears, and he hated that it made him want to keep going, to keep sliding his fingers in and out of your ass as you would heave for air between the feeling of him inside of you as such.

“No, Jon please don't say that-”

Cutting you off, by pulling a gasp from you with how roughly he sunk his teeth into your neck his words slurred against you as he dragged his work to mark you more. “It's okay, darling. It's alright.” Hand falling from your neck, smoothing now across your stomach as he slowed a little inside you. “He's ours, you didn't do anything wrong. It's our son in here, not his. Just ours.”

Now he knew there were tears desperate to fall. Putting you in such a sensitive head space for this felt somewhat cruel, but you were so needy for him after, and he needed you to be pliable and needy. He wanted you to be with enough fog in your head that there wouldn't be any pain when he'd slide inside you. It merely turned out, being cruel in his words drew out that neediness so quickly, as long as he reassured you.

He wanted you worked up, not in despair.

Last time he did this, Tormund was there to help distract you from the worst of it. This time, Jon had to do it all alone, and he wasn't going to sink inside of you until he was sure there'd be next to no genuine pain like the first time. The first time he saw you truly wince in pain, he had almost called it all off there was such a sudden rise of panic in his heart. Tormund had eased you back down to help, but Jon couldn't rely on that.

It had to be all his responsibility to protect you no matter how much you begged to be treated like this.

Right as he felt your shoulders deflate, Jon temped sliding a third finger into the tightness of your ass. This time you took it with far less pain or shock, a deep moan as you tried to lean back into his touch left you so raw. His free hand didn't move from covering your stomach.

“Good, there you go, look at you. Do you feel good?” Nodding, he prompted more just as soft. “You sure?” Nodding, your head fell back more to his shoulder, Jon hid his face back in your neck. Three fingers deep to their knuckles inside you, back out and slowly right back in as you moaned more and more from the strange but overwhelming feeling. “I'm going to pull them out, and I'm going to untie you. Do you want to keep the blindfold on?”

Pausing for a moment, you weren't sure right away. But you trusted him, trusted why Jon did it, and so you nodded yes. A bite down to your tongue as he pulled his fingers out of you and swiftly untied your hands. Running them over the raw skin wrapped up before pulling you again with an arm around your stomach. Pressing close to your back, it was your voice now high and needy. “Please, I've wanted this again for months, I promise I'm ready.”

Kissing your cheek, Jon was gentle as he was firm. “The moment you stop liking it, the instant, you tell me.” Promising you would, Jon exhaled deeply.

It felt just as odd, just as not normal. But your head was such a fog you hardly noticed, the strange pleasure sparking through you as Jons hand reached down. Quickly drawing tight circles to your clit, dragging to gather your wetness and returning once more, you cried out quiet but desperate the deeper his cock sunk inside of your ass.

He took it slow, making it feel as if his length never ended. Filling you completely, you nodded, begging to the nothing he said in the room. “Please..”

The hurt didn't come, you were so utterly full and the pressure was so odd but you had missed the way he dragged in and out of such a sinful act. Nails digging into his forearm, the pressure at your clit mixed with the strange desire as his cock slowly slid in and out of your ass. Head dropping, you tried to move with him, but fell too victim to the way Jon moved inside of you like you were just a toy for his cock.

Faster and faster Jon moved, the more his growls turned to raw grunts. Head falling to your shoulder and neck as you cried out more and more. It shouldn't burn inside of you but harder and harder he fucked as his grunts grew more rough and deep from within.

The slow gliding turned more to something rough, and the more rough and fast it grew the quicker Jon found himself beginning to pound. Each and every thrust of his cock stole your breath and replaced it with a cry of his name, a sweat forming despite where you were in such far cold, and a twisting in your gut that begged for more.

Pulling back from your neck, Jon looked down at you, unable to see his expression so dark and twisted as he watched himself pound inside of you. Ass rippled at each push, and suddenly it tore through him, the wave of something so blatant. Leaving your clit, Jon grasped your waist and hip. Shoving you down without ever leaving your ass.

Displayed out on your hands and knees, you swore in gasps as Jon continued to fuck you. Yanking your hips back to meet his pounding thrusts, the sound of skin smacking against the other filling the room and it was all either of you could hear. Not his voice nor yours, just the echo of skin as Jon fucked your ass rougher and rougher the more he lost himself in the way you clenched so perfectly around him.

The way you were so tight, but the second he felt you even slightly move back to meet his cock, Jon yanked you more. It was rough, you couldn't even tell it bordered on too rough but he felt so good inside of you. Blood boiling in your veins, you tried to meet his thrusts but Jon yanked you to meet his pounding every time.

Were you too not so deep within the world you both created of need, you may not have understood any of what Jon rambled out deep and rasping. “Gods, you were made for this. Born for my cock- fuck, darling, your so..” Rougher he fucked you, not as fast but the sound could deafen a man and you'd never condemn it as long as it was his touch against yours making such harmony.

“I love you- gods, Jon I love you..”

Lasting not five more rough thrusts, Jon yanked you up. Leaning your back against his chest, he fucked up into your ass. But you grasped his forearm, as his other wrapped around to press against your stomach. His free hand, grasped your neck. Not the base of your neck, but his large, calloused hand encompassed the surface with enough pressure to keep you there.

Your other arm reached back, desperately grasping at his curls, Jon pounded shallow but shamelessly deep thrusts in your ass with an unforgiving harshness. “You're mine, darling. And I'm yours. No matter what, we belong together.”

Leaving your neck only enough to tear the cloth covering your eyes and you know he saw the tears staining down your cheeks. Putting pressure to your neck, he let his teeth sink into your ear listening to your begs like they were music the gods had designed to stand above all else. Your body, the way you felt around him, the only heaven which could exist.

Your ass felt so tight and so sinful around his cock, but as long as your bodies shared with each other he couldn't care less what else would tempt him with a heaven or paradise. It was here, connecting with you so truly and deeply. You loved him and he loved you and that was all which either of you could want or need.

The hand on your stomach grabbed your hand at his forearm, pressing it down first and he covered your hand once more. “I'm bringing us home, darling. All of us.”

Just as he dragged your orgasm out into the world, he found his deep in your ass. Thick and hot his seed spilled inside as you came begging around him. Jon would take his time pulling out of you, but the second he did, he turned you in his arms and pressed you back against the ground. Needing your kiss as much as you grasped desperately onto him.

If you were to ask the other how many times he took you that night, neither of you would have a single clue what the answer was.

Crossing the bridge was easy, one foot in front of the other, but it was what lay beyond it which kept you three in pause. Leaving behind one side of the North to enter the other, there was nothing which compared. No one's first journey beyond the Wall could compare to how it felt to look at exactly what lay beyond and still not know a single thing.

Jons hand grasped Ghosts fur in one, and you held his other hand tight. You needed to do this, and the journey was not yet over. But the three of you stood there until each and every one of you were ready and not a second sooner.

It wouldn't be real, until you reached the edge of the Frost Fangs and finally that destination was close enough to taste. But Jon, Ghost, and you would do it together because someone had to. The only answers left to find were out there, and if Jon didn't do this, no one else would. So the choice was simple. All the while, the circling of an eagle above you three, followed with your every step across the bridge.

With not a clue, it had watched your every single act of passion together the night before.

[countryclubkook]

Too kind for your own good

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, blood, death, language, toxic father and son relationship, small mention of abuse (ward slaps Rafe), guns, spoilers for obx, language, very violent and intense situation, there is no happiness here, this is pure heartbreak and angst with no fluff in sight

Summary: You find out the truth about Rafe and he doesn’t take it so well, now he has to make a choice. You or his father, but things don’t exactly go as planned and he has to suffer the consequences of his own selfish actions.

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about the ending because I could not figure out how I wanted this to end but I needed to get it out so I hope you enjoy. The timelines in this are a bit different from the show and there are certain things mentioned here that happen at different times in the show than in the story and that is solely for writing purpose,

“Oh princess, can’t say i’m surprised to see you turn against us. You always were too kind for your own good” Rafe’s voice was slow and taunting, a sadistic look of happiness on his face at the way your body tensed up and how your eyes went dark at the sight of him.

The gun that he’d used to shoot Sarah waving around in the air as if it was his prize. Her blood still staining your mind from the picture you’d seen when they talked to the police, not knowing whether or not she’d made it after the adrenaline inevitably wore off made you sick. It wasn’t until the three of you got back to OBX and Kelce ran to the country club telling Rafe he’d seen her and John B that you’d known she was still alive. You never thought Rafe would try to kill his own sister, you didn’t think he was capable of killing anyone until you found out the truth about Peterkin.

“I’ll miss you Y/N. I’ll make sure your pretty face is the headline of every news station though, can’t just let you die without the fame of it all. And John B over there,” he nodded to the unconscious body of the innocent teen boy that was blamed for all this mess, the boy who had been through so much for wanting to find gold and be with the girl he loves, “He’ll be easy to frame for your…tragic end. I mean come on, you’re my girlfriend, you tried to reason with him and keep him away from my dad and I because he was becoming unhinged and it got ugly, he shot you and then himself. Problem solved”

Your breathing hitched as you tried backing away from him. Your legs felt like jelly and your hands were shaking uncontrollably, you’d never seen Rafe like this and it was scaring you. He wasn’t actually going to kill you right? The way he took long strides towards you was telling you otherwise, the crazy yet calm look in his eyes as if you were nothing to him hurt you more than any weapons could. You remained quiet though, something that seemed to piss him off.

“Why are you so quiet huh? Fucking answer me bitch!” it took everything in you not to flinch. Instead, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in.

“What do you want me to say Rafe? What am I supposed to say in this situation?” your voice trembled slightly and you cursed your body for giving away your true fear. He let out a humorless chuckle and began to circle you.

“You can beg, I know you’re good at that. All those little home videos of you on your knees begging me to use you, to hurt you, to do whatever I want, they prove that” you swallowed back tears and gave him a look of acceptance. There was nothing you could do to prevent your death, why bother fighting it and giving him the satisfaction?

“Why? Why not just kill me now huh? Kill me and John B and take what you’ve always wanted Rafe, make your daddy proud” he looks at you with furrowed brows and tilted his head slightly.

“What?” he asks in confusion, watching as you slowly walked towards him with seemingly no fear.

“I said,” another step towards him until you were directly in front of him “kill me. Fucking kill me Rafe”

His face tensed, you were supposed to be scared, beg him to let you go, not beg him to kill you. What the fuck was happening right now?

“Y/N-“ you cut him off with a harsh shove to his chest.

“Murder me Rafe! Fucking murder me like you murdered Sheriff Pete” shove.

“Shoot me like you shot your sister!” another shove before you began beating on his chest with closed fists.

“Murder me Rafe! MURDER ME!” you began screaming as something inside you snapped. All the fear, all the betrayal, the confusion, all of it coming to the surface and exploding.

“Y/N stop! What-“ again he was cut off by a combination of hits and shoves as you broke down in front of him.

“MURDER ME! MURDER ME! MURDER ME! MU-“ a harsh gasp leaving your throat as you gripped onto the fabric of his shirt. Neither one of you looked down knowing it wasn’t good.

He watched in pure fear and panic as his father pulled a knife out of your back and shoved you to the ground. His face was void of emotion as he watched Rafe fall to the ground with you and cradle your bleeding out frame. Tears had fallen onto your cheeks like little rain droplets as Rafe’s eyes teared up just the same.

“Dad, what did you do? What the fuck did you do?!” his voice came out in a broken yell as he tried to apply pressure to your stomach in hopes it would stop the bleeding.

But the blood kept pouring out, staining his hands. The ring you’d bought him for your one year anniversary now covered in your blood, he was going to have to hold you as you died, all because of him, with the jewels you gave him. How fucking twisted was that? Your pained groan pulled him out of his thoughts as he quickly realized he couldn’t save you. Your clothes were soaked in blood as were his pants, and the pool of blood had soaked your hair and left small streaks on your face.

Ward stood there with a look of disappointment at the scene in front of him. “We need to take care of him now son. We can’t let emotion get in the way, I mean it’s not like you loved her that much anyway seeing as you were about to kill her” he was right. Rafe was about to kill you and pin it all on John B solely because you’d seen how much of a monster he was and wanted to leave. All his potential to be good and have a good thing ruined just for his dad’s acceptance. But it’s not like he could change it now, especially when your blood was caked onto his hands.

“W-well, I guess this is how it ends. Who would,” you cough, blood pooling in your throat as you do, “who would have thought” a sad yet lazy smile on your face.

“I-i’m sorry baby. I’m so fucking sorry” he meant for everything. For dragging you into this mess, for being the reason you died, for being so fucked up and needing his dads approval and acceptance so bad that he threw all the good down the drain just to get it.

All he could do was mutter small apologies as he cradled and rocked your cold and bloody body while your breathing got slower and slower until it stopped, one final raspy breath in and a small gurgle sound caught in the back of your throat. His face screwed up as tears formed in his eyes, he couldn’t be bothered to wipe them. He wanted to keep holding you until you were pried from his hands, but Ward had other plans. There was no time for him to mourn on his schedule.

“Rafe. come on son,” a deep sigh filled the room as Ward wiped his hands on his face “Let’s finish this. Make me proud, we’re so close to this being done”.

Right. John B was still there, this was all for gold and not just some tragic accident that he could genuinely say he had no part in. His hands reached for your face, gently moving his fingers to close your eyes that he used to look so deeply into out of pure love and admiration, to trace every last feature of yours one last time. You looked so beautiful even in death, that’s all Rafe could think about. How his girl managed to look so beautiful even after being fucking stabbed and covered in her own blood.

“I love you. I’m sorry” one last kiss to your cold and parted lips before he stood, gently laying your body on the ground.

“Good, now come on. Help me with John B, if we kill him here we can make it look like a set up” fuck, this was crazy. Sure Rafe hated the pogues and wanted to get the gold…but he also loved you. But he loved his dad as well and he was just starting to be proud of him and accept him as his son, what was he supposed to do?

“Rafe!” Ward's voice pulled him out of his thoughts “Come on son, what are you doing?”

He watched Rafe pace back and forth, his hands pulling at his hair before roughly pressing onto his eyes. He was starting to get nervous at his son’s erratic behavior and knew he needed to help ground him before he lost total control and did something that would fuck them both.

“Dad, I'm not okay. This isn’t okay, oh my god you killed her. You killed her dad, why did you do that?” he repeated to Ward over and over again before he came over and placed his hands on both sides of Rafe’s face.

“It’s okay, you’re okay son. We’re going to get the gold and everything is going to be fine'' Rafe scoffed and rolled his eyes before pushing his dads hands off his face.

“None of this is okay dad, you fucking killed her!” slap.

“Watch your tone Rafe. All of this is your fucking fault, you fucked us all! Now either you help me with John B or you go down for it all” he watched Rafe swallow harshly as he touched his face, time was running out and he couldn’t wait for his son to gather his emotions.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry dad”

“There’s my boy, let’s end this. Now” Ward moved over to where John B remained unconscious and signaled Rafe to come over.

Rafe would do anything to make his dad proud and he hated it, especially when your bloody and lifeless corpse laid just inches away from him, serving as a reminder of his choices. All he could do was look at you while his father talked to him, your hands almost as if they were reaching for him even in death, and he fucking hated himself. He wished you would have just stayed away, that you would have told him to go fuck himself months ago and left to save yourself. But you always saw the good in him, and as he always reminded himself, you always were too kind for your own good, and your kindness got you killed along with his selfishness.

[dcrkfics]

Saved by your stepdad

summary: Your stepfather saves you from going to prision but at what cost? 

warnings: smut, non con intercourse, stepdad trope, penetration, choking, infidelity, begging, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

a/n : I absolutely love fast and the furious and especially Brian so Imma start writing him more

word count | 1.3k

pairings | Step Father!Brian O Conner x stepdaughter!Reader.

“I can explain!” You yelled as your moms husband practically dragged you through the door.

“I literally caught you helping your boyfriend flush tons of cocaine down the toilet in your apartment. There isn’t any reasonable explanation for that.” Brian slammed the door. You stepped towards the living room. “Did you also help him murder that guy too?” He asked. “No Brian listen Mark is innocent I am innocent. Mark told me he was forced to carry the drugs with him he didn’t want to!” You explained. “You know that piece of shit was lying to you. Its what hes been doing for the past two years!” Brian yelled.

“Your lucky I was the one who walked in. The one who saw you because if I didn’t you’d be rotting away in a prison cell by now.” Brian exclaimed as he walked towards you. “I'm sorry” you mumbled.

Brian sighed and took off his jacket. Still contemplating what he was gonna do about you. “So what's gonna happen to Mark is he going…” “You're still thinking about that stupid boy after everything he did to you?” Brian asked. “Well…” “Don't even answer that” Brian yelled. You jumped when he yelled all the emotions you experienced tonight we're making you jittery and seeing Brian mad at you made you even more nervous.

Brian barely married your mother last year. You decided to move out with your boyfriend because you didn’t want to be a burden to your mom and her husband. Brain has always been respectful and kind towards you. Always welcoming you. You never saw him this angry then again you gave him all the reason to be.

“Is mom here?” You asked. You hadn’t heard her footsteps but her car was in the driveway. “My god you don’t even know?” He scoffed, shaking his head. His fingers grazed his chin looking at you.

“What kind of daughter are you? One thing is not answering your moms calls but not even reading her text messages? Grandma is sick and your mom went to visit her for a couple of weeks.” Brian shook his head. Your stomach churn. You had been so caught up in your boyfriend's mess that you didn’t even make time to call your mom back. You hated yourself right now you felt the tears forming and you couldn’t control them as they raced down your face.

“You were the most well behaved and sweetest girl when I first met you.” Brian walked towards you. His fingers collected the tears that spilled from your eyes. “All of sudden you ignore your mothers text, you dont visit her anymore, you are doing drugs now or worse dealing them?” He said as his hands stroked the side of cheek. “Either your incredibly in love with that son of a bitch or he fucks you so good your a cock dumb whore that does whatever he says” Brian hand was now around your neck choking you as you struggled to breathe. “Please Brian” You gasped as you grabbed onto his arm trying to move his hand but it was no use he was stronger.

“Not to mention your so fucking ungrateful.” Brian’s hands gripped your throat tighter as you tried to gasp for more air. “The first thing you do when we get here is ask about him. Fine you want to be with him we can take you to the station.” Brian's hand moves to your hair pulling it to drag you out the door.

“No Brian please! I'm sorry thank you thank you please don't take me I’ll be good I'm done with him please” you begged. Brian let go of your hair, smirked at how easy it was to get you to beg.

“You want to thank me? Then get on your knees.” Brian practically pushed your head down forcing you to get on your knees. “Brian please not this I’ll do anything else I’ll pay you money… or something else but not this please what will mom say?” You cried looking up at him through your lashes.

A dark chuckled escaped him as he unbuckled his pants. “All of sudden you care about her opinion” Brian taunted. “If you really care about what your mom thought you wouldn’t have even interacted with Mark. Why dont you be a good girl and open your mouth.” He said as he pulled down his boxers to free his springing erection.

You did as he said and opened your mouth wide enough to try and accommodate his size. You cringed at the fact that you would be sucking off moms husban. You closed your eyes as you took him in. Your tongue licking the precum. Although you were freaking out you had to control your breathing as you slowly wrapped your mouth around him. Tired of your slow pace Brian grabbed your hair and began to fuck your throat at a faster pace. You gagged repeatedly as he continued with no remorse for your throat. Your eyes filled with tears while drool seeped out of your mouth. You silently curse your body’s reaction as you felt yourself growing wet. You weren’t enjoying this but rather it was a reflex your body had everytime you sucked someone off it usually led to sex you were hoping this wasn’t one of those times. Brian's breathing labored. You felt him shake as he came inside your mouth, some of it drooling out. Brian removed his dick from your mouth as his finger guided whatever fluids had escaped from your mouth back into it. He didn’t even tell you to swallow you just did. “Already becoming such a good girl for your daddy…” He smirked at you as you looked up at him.

“I still dont feel appreciated enough… on your hands and knees.” He demanded. Your eyes widened but you were still obedient turning around and balancing on your hands and knees. Brian slowly lifted up the knee length dress you wore.

He pressed himself against your clothe core and leaned towards your ear… “Ungrateful girls get fucked on the floor… hope you can handle the rug burn.” He smirked as you tilted your head down accepting your fate.

“Fuck your soak” He commented as he inserted a finger inside you. “What do you think your mom will think if she knew you got wet just by sucking off her husband huh?” He teased. You felt him insert an extra finger and you welcomed him. You bit your lip trying to gulp down any moans. You weren’t enjoying this but your body seemed to and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking you were.

He removed his fingers expecting his cock you were surprised when instead you were met with his tongue. Brian's tongue went to work. Licking your juices and yapping at your core. Just when he believed you were ready for him he removed his tongue and aligned his cock with your entrance. 

You gasped as he forced himself inside you. Not leaving you room for your body to get used to him. He began to thrust, a hand on your hip to keep you still while the other hand was on the back of your head forcing your cheek to touch the carpet beneath you. “Fuck your clenching so hard around me.” Brain breathed as he slammed into you. “Your so quiet… its okay to enjoy this… I know you do.” Brian said. You didn’t reply, you thought it would be safer to stay quiet. “But your silence just proves that I can fuck you when your mom is around your such a good girl not making any sounds.” He talked. You tensed at that statement dreading to think that he was going to do this again. “Damn you clenched even harder. You like that idea? You want to get your brains fuck out by stepdad when your mom’s around.” You tried to shake your head no but it was useless. He continued to thrust into you before he slammed his hips one last time and let his release inside you. “You on the pill baby girl?” You shook your head no. “We’re going to have to fix that.” Brain said as he pulled out of you and placed his jeans back on. 

“Tomorrow you're moving back in here. Unless you want to spend 20 years of your life in prison you will do as I say. Understand?” He asked. But it wasn’t a question, it was a demand. You nodded your head insinuating that you understand. 

buy me a coffee <3

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

“Take it easy Mrs. Himejima” You smiled at the words, having heard them, countless times in the past couple of days. You were just moving to sit with your husband, going from one end of the room to the other, but everyone was watching you closely. “how is she?” you leaned into the warmth of your husband, looking over his shoulder at the swaddled baby in his lap. “She is good, is it normal for babies to sleep as much as she does?” You looked at the nursemaid you had hired to help not only with delivery but to stay with you for as long as you needed, you expected labor to be rough on you, just looking at how large Gyomei was you didn’t expect a small baby, having carried all of the weight in your body was a lot. She nodded as she continued to wipe down the table you had just had breakfast at. “Himiko you don’t have to clean up. One of the boys can do it. Don’t worry too much.” She shook her head. “It is my job to watch over the health of you and the baby and if that means easing you and your family's burdens for a bit I don’t mind. Besides, The boys are at the market for me. You needn’t worry Mrs. Himejima I am just keeping busy since you and your husband seem to be handling things okay” You couldn’t argue with the woman, she was as stubborn as a bull but she was the best help you could have asked for. Delivering a 10-pound baby was not something that came easy and she was there every step, aiding the doctor and assisting you with pain and breathing. Gyomei sat next to you, letting you curse him for producing such a large child and squeeze the life out of his hand, all with a grin on his face as you brought a shining star into the world. Small gurgling noises drew everyone's attention to the baby in Gyomei’s lap, being cradled in his arms as she opened her eyes. Green, which you did not expect but as Gyomi explained before he became sick and lost his sight he had the starkest green eyes. He was delighted to hear you question her eyes, having worried somehow he had cursed her to be without sight. “She is so wonderful, so small” Gyomei cooed, a single tear slipping out of his eye.

“She is huge Gyomei, she is not small” You scoffed, leaning back in the cushions. He chuckled, remembering well your squeals of horror as you were told of her weight. “10 pounds?! Out of me?” The doctor was not surprised, commenting it was a normal and very healthy weight but it was so much to deliver and you didn’t think it would happen again. It was the serenity of moments like this, the solitude of his home, and the lack of fear that made Gyomei thankful to all of the higher powers that allowed him to be here, to survive everything he had been through to be here for this exact moment. Home was where he cherished everything and home was where you were, greeting him with a smile and wiping away his tears. You were the one who brought him clarity, fought for him when he felt as though he didn’t have the energy, and soothed him when it became too much. For so long he was plagued with nightmares of his time in jail and even the war, but you were patient, rubbing circles on his skin and kissing the scars that lined his body. He was grateful to be able to hold your child, to be able to add to his family with one of your own, the final addition to your family of five. “Dad, Genya was telling me about how you went to the south where the swamps are with Rengoku a few years ago, did you really face a demon that acted like a reptile?” joining the special moment were your two eldest sons, back from the market as they placed the basket of goods on the table before wandering to where you all were sat. “Yes, but I shall tell you the story later, look at how small she is.” Both boys stopped, Genya peering down at his sister. “Dad, you keep saying this, we know. Mom, will he stop that? I want to hear about the reptile demon” Genya was stubborn, Having found his voice within the recent months, another year older and more time to develop an attitude, much like his brother.

“Genya, behave. We can hear about the story at dinner, please don’t argue in front of the baby. How did your guys’ trip to the market go, did you have a hard time carrying anything? You motioned towards the prosthetics around the remainder of Muichiro’s forearm. Even though he’s had them for over a year he is a growing boy and can grow out of them at any time. “Carried things just fine. No tightness yet so we are in the clear” Your younger son smiled “Okay just make sure yo-“ “tell you if I have any problems, I know Mom. Don’t worry, I could never forget about it with how much you mention it” Gyomei chuckled at the reminder, the cold leather that protected the prosthetics patting your shoulder. “Thank you though Mom” He smiled before walking towards the kitchen, probably to offer to help Himiko. You smiled watching him walk away before turning to Genya, who had pulled a cushion in front of you to sit on and look at the baby. “How are you two feeling about her? Still like her?” You laughed, before responding, shaking your head at the thought of even being remotely annoyed at the baby in your arms. “Every time I see her I think of Harumi, she is so bright, like the light at the end of a tunnel, a step toward a new beginning. Harumi our sunny baby girl!” She was watching you as if already accepting the word as her own, bright eyes staring back at your own as you spoke. “Himejima Harumi” Gyomei hummed, leaning into you as you rested back on his shoulder, reaching into his lap to smooth down the small amount of dark hairs that adorned her head. “I’m glad, can I hold her for a bit?” The reptile demon story was long forgotten as you all gushed over the newest addition to the family. Gyomei would never deny Genya the chance to hold his sister. Although they weren’t related by blood that had stopped mattering years ago when Genya had silently claimed you and your husband as his parents, looking towards you both for direction and help. “Dad! Himiko was just telling me about a lantern festival at Lake Biwa next week, that’s right near Sanemi’s home! Can we go?!” Muichiro rushed into the living room, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to get within your view and get an answer. “Mui, your mother is in no state to travel that far and Harumi is very new. I don’t feel comfortable going that far” The crestfallen look on Muichiro’s face made your heart hurt, they had been so patient and caring during the last month while the baby was getting closer to being born, they had taken amazing care of helping with chores and even taking care of you, they deserved to relax as well and their sister was already changing things. “Gyomei, They are older now and had literally slayed demons together. I can write Sanemi and see if he wouldn’t mind keeping you and your brother for a few days and if he is okay with having you then I don’t see why they can’t. they need time to enjoy themselves.” Gyomei’s eyebrows pinched, his clouded eyes flicking back and forth as he thought your proposal over. “Alright, but if he says yes you make sure to not get on his nerves, Genya” Gyomei made a pointed look at the younger Shinazugawa, although he was officially your adopted son, he would always and forever be a Shinazugawa, same with Muichiro, you tried to honor their lost families as often as you could. “I will be on my best behavior and I won’t run his feet over on purpose, again” You rolled your eyes at the teenager behavior, not amused at his antics. “Alright, let me write Sanemi” “I’ll get the stuff!” Muichiro disappeared down the hall, leaving you to turn back to Genya and his sister. “You’ll have to spend all the time with her that you can until you leave so you don’t miss her” He chuckled, rocking the baby with him. “I’ll miss all of you”

[froggibus]

I Got You - Jujutsu Kaisen

Includes: Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Toge Inumaki, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna

Genre: angst? fluff

Summary: a scenario in which your fave boy saves you + the aftermath

CW: VIOLENCE, blood, falling, bullying, harassment, hurt/comfort, more stupid jokes?

i am so down bad for xiao from Genshin rn so if anyone has any good xiao fics pls send them my way! fanart too! anyway this has been in my drafts for a while but just finished it tonight cause why not

also I guarantee no one can guess my favorite JJK character

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Megumi Fushiguro:

yuji, fushiguro and you were sent to exorcise a grade 1

nobara was sick with the flu but she was supposed to be there too

it was supposed to be an easy fight 

when you got there, it turned out to be a special grade that took hostages 

you focused on trying to get the hostages out while fushiguro and Itadori distracted it

it catches on to the plan and knocks yuji away when he goes to hit it 

then it goes after you

yuji gets up but not in time 

fushiguro tries to divert it with his shikigami but it doesn’t work

it hits you out the window 

you start falling and have no time to brace yourself before hitting the ground 

you’re going to hit the pavement and become a y/n pancake 

fushiguro watches the whole thing in horror

he’s NOT going to lose you like this

he tries to think of what he can do to save you and it hits him like a pile of bricks

a giant bird catches you

it takes you a minute to realize that it’s Nue but when you do, you almost cry from relief 

yuji and fushiguro finished exorcising the curse when you got back 

you literally run to fushiguro and kiss him

he’s surprised but he holds you and makes sure you’re okay 

is SO relieved when you only have a few minor scrapes and bruises and no big injuries

expect him to be GLUED to your side after too

he’s not one for PDA but he’s holding your hand, hand on your waist etc. 

let’s you rest on him during the ride back to jujutsu tech

probably plays with your hair/hands the whole drive too

Satoru Gojo 

saves you on a mission when your Grade 1 turned out to be 2 special grades

as a semi Grade 1 sorcerer you’re used to taking out Grade 1s and even some special grades on your own

so when you got an assignment to take out a Grade 1 you really weren’t worried about it

Gojo was though

he kept saying something feels off and not elaborating 

You shake him off cause let’s be real, it’s Gojo, and you go anyway

of course when you get there and take out the Grade 1 almost instantly just to realize you still feel a strong presence of cursed energy, you realize he was right

queue 2 special grades coming out of nowhere and attacking you

it’s all you can do to defend yourself and try to run away but they’re working together and keep blocking your path 

you’re thoroughly unsurprised when Gojo drops from the fucking sky 

“what do we have here?”

he has his blindfold off and his eyes are glowing 

you laugh somewhat cause you know they are FUCKED 

he takes his time with them too 

when it’s done and over with he’s trying to act all nonchalant and “I told you so” about it but you can tell he was worried 

“see? you should’ve just listened to me”

“really? you’re choosing now to be cocky?”

definitely makes you ‘repay’ him somehow (read: he is just EXTRA clingy and uses it as a reason to kiss you tons)

Yuji Itadori

you’re heading to a cafe one morning to get drinks and snacks for the first years

it’s a nice day so you just end up walking there 

you didn’t think about the fact that regular school was about to start either tho

and as you’re walking to the cafe you see some familiar people up ahead 

people you knew before Jujutsu Tech

you decide to just ignore them cause you don’t think they’ll remember or recognize you after all this time 

unfortunately they do

one of them sticks out their leg to trip you and when you fall they all laugh 

you scramble backwards and try to get up but realize you dropped your wallet 

“w-what do you even want from me”

“c’mon y/n, is that any way to greet an old friend?”

you get a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach 

“it doesn’t really seem like you guys are friends.”

your heart FLUTTERS

yuji is standing behind the group of assholes and he looks ANGRY 

so angry you almost thought it was Sukuna for a second 

“who are you—“

“don’t you know? that’s the tiger of west junior high!!”

the fear on their faces alone is enough to make you feel better 

they literally RUN away

Yuji helps you off of the ground and gathers your stuff 

“y/n are you okay?”

you nod and swallow hard

he checks you head to toe for injuries and when he’s certain you’re fine pulls you in for a big hug

like mans is CRUSHING your ribs 

he’s back to his sunshiney self tho

“thank you for protecting me, yuji.”

he kisses your forehead and he’s BLUSHING like crazy

Toge Inumaki 

there’s a big meeting for sorcerers at the Tokyo school

like pretty much everyone is there 

so class is cancelled for the day

you and the other second years are just sitting on the bleachers making fun of some of the weirder looking sorcerers

you’re sitting with inumaki who chimes in with the occasionally “tuna” or “salmon roe” 

until you hear someone causing a scene over Yuji

yelling about the vessel and a bunch of other weird shit

you’re on your feet in no time ready to go defend the poor first year 

you don’t even think about any danger until you’re getting up in the man’s face and telling him to backup 

the man is getting aggressive though and Yuji starts telling you to back off 

but the man tells Yuji he’s better off dead and you SNAP

you start yelling at him

until he starts to use his cursed technique on you

you realize too late what’s happening and have no time to get out of the way

“don’t move!”

it’s been so long since you’ve heard Inumaki say anything other than fish ball ingredients that you’re stunned 

the man freezes in place, trying to move but to no avail

Inumaki steps in front of you protectively and narrows his eyes at the man who tried to attack you

“leave. don’t come near them again.”

the man obeys (like he had any choice)

Inumaki looks at you seriously and grabs your hands 

“tuna tuna”

“i know i know…i didn’t think I just ran in”

“bonito flakes”

you kiss his nose and thank him for saving you 

Toji Fushiguro

being real he would probably not let ANYONE lay their hands on you 

at least not anyone with ill intentions

but let’s be real toji is possessive as fuck

anyway you’re on a walk one morning when a curse ambushes you

you don’t practice Jujutsu but you have cursed energy and know what they are from Toji

you try to evaluate what’s going on and wonder if you can fight it

but you shake the thought away and settle on running 

which is fine until the curse RIPS the ground from under you and sends you flying 

you land on a wall and decide to just not get up again

you’re ready to accept death when your giant boyfriend is suddenly there 

he has a sword and makes quick work of the curse before coming to your aid 

“fuck doll, it really did a number on you, huh?”

you just nod weakly and let him pick you up 

he carried you home and takes care of your injuries and you can tell by the shaking of his hands that he’s mad

not at you duh

but at the thought that a curse HURT you

that it even THOUGHT it could touch HIS y/n

expect a lot of affection from him 

and probably some rough but sweet ‘you’re mine ill never let anything hurt you’ sex

Ryomen Sukuna

you and Yuji somehow get stuck fighting a special grade alone 

and neither of you are doing so hot

at least Yuji is somewhat OP

you’re just y/n and you’re STRUGGLING

which only gets worse when the special grade pierces straight through your stomach

there’s a hole at least three inches wide

Yuji just watches in horror 

Sukuna doesn’t freeze, though 

he knows humans are fragile and you can’t stand too much blood loss

“enchain”

him and Yuji switch before anyone could process what was going on

instantly vaporizes the special grade and runs to your side

using reversed cursed energy really isn’t that big of a deal to him though 

heals you like it’s nothing 

“you’re fine, brat.”

you pass out 

but when you wake up you’re back in your dorm, Yuji sitting on the end of your bed

no, not Yuji

Sukuna is sitting on the end of your bed, staring straight at you 

“i-i’m alive?”

“yes, and i still haven’t heard a thank you.”

“thank you for saving me.”

acts all humble and nonchalant about it but you notice he’s a little more clingy

and WAY more protective of you