#when tail came out n she said she didn’t know how much more she could give. she’s holding herself to some insane standard thinking she has

[sunmisbf]

i need someone to sit sunmi down n let her know she can free herself from the pressures of staying relevant n popular in the kpop industry n release music without having to be a kpop idol

[monstersflashlight]

do you have anything about some sort of reptile-based monster that involves hemipenes? i think it’s a very cool way to do double penetration with only one top

A/N: First part of this was one of the stories in the 10k followers event (find it here). Enjoy!

Lizard-brain: the research

Lizardman x fem!reader || double penetration, hemi-peens, tail play, light choking, exhibitionism, dirty talk (low key)

When he pulled out, you felt your holes twitching at the same time a mechanical voice said from the speakers: “You did well, researcher, very interesting data was recorded.” Shit, you forgot there were people watching and probably saw you get fucked within an inch of your life. All your coworkers just watched you getting double creampied by a giant lizard-man. Great.

You were allowed to go home after that, your boss telling you to go clean yourself and the next day you could go over the data with them. Your lizard mate wasn’t happy about it, but he complied knowing he could see you the next day. You felt many emotions when you left the place, not ready to name any of them, you only showered and went to sleep, your body sore in the best way possible.

You arrived to the facility next day, and the first thing your boss said was: “We need you to do it again,” you looked at them confused, what the fuck did they mean.

“What?” You asked, looking at the monitors in the wall to try catch a sight of your mate.

He explained some of the data they collected, but how it was still very early in the research to know for sure, that’s why they said: “We need more data, and you are his mate after all.” You looked at him with understanding, your scientific brain already working all the possible conclusions of all the data collected so far and how much more you could know if you kept it. But also...

“I need to talk to him about this,” you told them. You had feelings for a big monster, and he considered you his mate, there was a lot of possible ethical problems there.

“Oh yes, it talks. True.” They said, but like it didn’t matter at all.

That infuriated you, but you swallowed your complaints, trying to understand why you felt so protective over him. And then it clicked, mate bonds weren’t only one way, he felt the mate bond, but you felt it back. You cemented your bond with sex and now you felt tied to him the same way he was tied to you. That realization should have scared you, but only made your stomach flip with butterflies. You had a mate. And that came with a new goal in mind: demonstrate that lizard-people could go outside and live like equals to humans. That started with proving your mate bond was true and necessary, scientifically. And if that meant to be fucked in front of some researcher, so be it.

The talk with your mate went as well as expected. He was more than okay with the idea of fucking you again, but not so keen on the idea of other people being there. But the head researcher insisted it was important for somebody to be in the room with you to catalog fine movements and reactions that cameras couldn’t capture. You agreed with them on that, that’s the only reason you accepted (nothing to do with the fact that you might or might not have a bit of an exhibitionist kink).

And that’s why you were naked over a medical bed with your lizard-man mate over your body and a researcher standing a few meters away. Your pussy was already wet, needy and desperate to be filled to the brim again. Your lizard mate was looking at you intensely, caressing your body with one hand as he jerked his upper dick with the other. You knew this position meant big dick downstairs, and you were already anticipating the stretch.

He approached you and rubbed his small upper dick against your entrance. “Good job, keep going,” the researcher instructed. “Touch her pussy.”

Your lizard stopped and turned to look at them. “Don’t tell me what to do with my mate,” he growled, making the researcher step back and cover their mouth. “You are here because she wanted it, but I will kill you if you say more,” the danger in his tone indicated he wasn’t kidding. And it made your clit tingle.

You reached up to touch his face and redirect his attention to you, rolling your hips to feel his dick against your needy pussy. He pushed his dick slowly, breathing hard over you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could hear his tail thrashing behind him as you caressed his head with your short nails. He purred, making you giggle as he pushed his upper dick a bit further inside your pussy. The groan he got in response made him chuckle as you felt his claws probing your asshole.

“Are you going to be a good mate today, too?” His question was filled with hope, and you could only nod, trusting him and his magic precum to make it possible. Seeing as you woke up without any pain, you guessed the magic was more than great and would help you out this time around, too. “Such a good mate for me, your holes are so perfect,” he was talking to you but not really. He seemed far away, like your pussy was transporting him into another dimension.

He started rubbing his big dick against your asshole, and you instantly felt the calmness and relaxation of his precum, allowing him to push the tip inside. You cried out, way too big. There was no pain, but the stretch was noticeable as he kept going, and going, and going… By the time he was fully inside you were breathing hard and he had crazed eyes. It was intoxicating.

“How is he doing that?” The researcher asked out loud, stepping a bit closer and earning themselves a warning growl.

“Ssssshut up!” Your lizard mate hissed in their direction, his pace fluttering at the distraction.

“But I-” The researcher tried again.

You looked over at them, trying to move your hips to get your mate to move again. “I will fill a report later,” you told them between pants.

“But I-,” they insisted.

It was enough. “SHUT UP!” You yelled at them as your lizard man stopped moving completely to glare at you, surprised. “Shut the fuck up and I will answer the questions, but you won’t be able to get any responses if you don’t shut up and let my mate fuck me senseless,” you let out between your teeth.

Said mate liked your outburst very much, soon grabbing your face forcefully to look at you. He started fucking you with intent then, the combination of his dicks inside of you driving you insane in a matter of seconds. He reached you neck and squeezed, feeling the vibrations of your moans against his hand and increasing his thrusts to make you lose your mind.

You felt something different this time, the tip of his scaled tail reaching around his body to rub against your clit. The textured surface made you see stars and the universe as he played with you in every way, taking your pleasure to the next level. It was exhilarating, your mouth open and your head thrown back as he fucked you like a machine.

He lowered his body, whispering against your ear: “Come for me, my mate, let me feel your holes milking me.” And like a good girl, you exploded into a million pieces as he growled over you and painted your insides with his cum.

This time around he didn’t stop, though. He kept fucking you for what felt like hours, probably were. You forgot everything about research and people watching, you forgot everything about your boss and the world. You could only focus on his dicks inside of you and his tail rubbing your clit until you came so many times that you had to ask for mercy, which he sweetly complied. He kissed your forehead and pulled out, leaving you messy and exhausted.

Once again you found yourself creampied in front of all your colleagues. Your job was suddenly a lot more interesting than two days ago.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Dummfucks of the Grid

word count: 760

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: After a disappointing P6 finish at the São Paulo Grand Prix, Lando Norris finds comfort in his girlfriend Y/n's fierce support as she playfully criticizes the other drivers and team principals

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As the door to Lando’s driver’s room closed, the noise of the paddock celebrations faded into the background. Lando sat on the couch, his head in his hands, feeling the weight of finishing P6 after a race that had promised so much more. The disappointment was palpable, especially with Max winning again.

Y/n moved swiftly to sit beside him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Hey, Lando, P6 isn’t the end of the world. You gave it your all out there.”

He sighed, his frustration evident. “Yeah, but I wanted to do better. With Max winning again, it feels like I keep falling short.”

“Falling short?” she echoed, shaking her head. “You didn’t just fall short; you navigated a field of absolute clowns out there! Let’s talk about it. You know I’m here for you.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Care to elaborate?”

“Okay, first off, Max. He drives like he’s playing Mario Kart and thinks he can just take everyone out with a blue shell! I mean, does he not understand that sharing the track is part of the job? It’s like he thinks he’s invincible! It’s ridiculous!”

He chuckled, a small smile breaking through. “That’s a good way to put it.”

“And then there’s George Russell, who finished P4 today. Honestly, he acts like he’s the golden child of the grid. ‘Look at me, I’m so talented, watch me throw my weight around!’ It’s like he forgets he has to race, not just pose for the cameras. Every time he gets near you, it’s like he’s trying to play bumper cars!”

“True,” Lando said, laughing harder now. “I can feel the ego swelling every time I see him.”

“And don’t even get me started on Leclerc! He’s out there racing like he’s auditioning for the role of ‘Most Likely to Crash Into a Wall.’ It’s like he has a special talent for making the race more dramatic than it needs to be. How does he always manage to be on the brink of disaster and still finish? Is it a gift or a curse?”

Lando nodded, now thoroughly entertained. “He does have that knack for drama, doesn’t he?”

“Absolutely! And then we have Carlos Sainz. I mean, bless him, but he’s trying so hard to keep up with Leclerc that it’s like watching a puppy chase its tail. Poor guy looks so lost sometimes, you just want to give him a treat and a pat on the head! But he gets a pass because he’s your friend.”

“Right? Carlos is actually a good guy,” Lando said, shaking his head, amused.

“And then there’s the team principals!” Y/n continued, her passion bubbling over. “Christian Horner thinks he runs a royal court every time Max crosses the finish line. ‘Look at my king!’ as if it’s not a team effort. And Toto—he’s not innocent either. He struts around like he’s the head of a fashion show! Honestly, if I had a dime for every time I’ve seen him making dramatic hand gestures in the pits, I could fund a whole new racing team!”

“Okay, that one’s a good point!” Lando laughed, feeling the tension ease with every word.

“Seriously, I would fight every one of them for you if it came down to it. Size doesn’t matter when you’re this passionate!” she declared boldly. “I’d take on Max, George, and anyone else who thinks they can just push you around out there!”

“Y/n, you do realize you’re only 5’6, right?” Lando replied, grinning. “How are you going to take on all of them?”

“I may be small, but I’ve got a big heart and a bigger mouth!” she shot back, her eyes sparkling with defiance. “Just imagine me storming the paddock like, ‘Back off, or I’ll unleash my fury on you!’”

“Please don’t start any fights in the paddock,” he said, his tone light but earnest. “I love your spirit, but I’d rather not deal with the fallout. I need you here, not banned.”

“Why not? It would be entertaining!” she countered, smirking. “I’d tell them all off! ‘Listen up, dummfucks of the grid, stop getting in my boyfriend’s way!’”

Lando laughed, the sound genuine now. “You really are something else. Knowing you’ve got my back means everything.”

“Absolutely! If they try to block you from winning, I won’t hesitate to step in,” she said, snuggling closer.

“Just promise me you won’t do anything too crazy,” he replied, a grin spreading across his face. “I love your fierceness and protective side, but let’s keep you in the paddock, okay?”

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ In de middle of the night ⭑

Masterlist

A/N: I got a littleeee carried away with this one :)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister!reader

Summary: Being married to Aegon brought you no pleasure, especially when it comes to the bedroom and you were still without an heir. However your sweet brother Aemond is willing to help you out.

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, teeny tiny bit angst but really tiny, targcest, aegon being drunk asf, kissing, handjob, oral, facesitting, tongue fucking, finger riding, vaginal sex, breeding kink and squirting.

Word count: 4.7k

You stared up at the canopy above you, deep in thought while your husband Aegon sloppily rutted into you. His thrusts fast and eager, he had trouble keeping his cock actually inside you. It was another one of those nights where he came into your chambers or summoned you to his, stinking of wine, slurring words and ‘demanding an heir’. Everytime he did this, it would start by you taking your clothes off and laying on his bed for him. He would, less gracefully, take his off too and almost trip and fall to the ground trying to get over to you on the bed.

He could barely get his cock hard with a few tugs and would slip it inside, or rather force it, and you wondered, was this how he fucked his whores too? So you laid there waiting for him to slip out and pass out on top of you, before even actually finishing inside you. But of course it was your fault there was no heir after 6 months of marriage. You didn’t even know why your mother, queen Alicent, thought it was a good idea to make your life a living hell by marrying you off to your least favourite brother. Aegon's complaints during the betrothal didn’t go unnoticed by you, what also didn’t go unnoticed was Aemond’s reply to every nasty comment Aegon made about you. 

“She’s boring, always reading and never dancing or drinking like the rest of us.” Aegon would say, already tipsy of his precious vintage wine. “She’s unique and smart, you should appreciate her brother.” Aemond would fire back. They never realised that you would listen in and gods did you love Aemond for his protective nature. He always had your back. When you had nightmares as a child and even sometimes still, you would go to him, because you knew he would never judge you. 

Pulled out of your thoughts, Aegon once again slipped out and stupidly drunk passed out on top of you. “Aegon? Did you- finish already?” You asked hesitantly. No response. So as usual you pushed him off you, left his bed to get your nightgown. Got dressed and left his chambers, disappointed and hurt once more. You walked down the dark and cold halls of the Red Keep, dragging your feet back to your own chambers. When you got back, your handmaiden had already drawn a bath for you, for every time you got summoned to his chambers, she knew you would come back uncomfortable and disappointed. She felt bad and always showed it by trying to get you clean and comfortable again so you could finally go to bed. 

A week later you were taking a stroll through the gardens, looking for your favourite butterflies. The sun beaming down on you as your handmaiden trailed behind you, the tiny rocks crunching under your feet. The gardens were pretty much empty which was rare on beautiful days like this. After a while of observing your favourite butterflies, the eastern tailed butterfly, you decided to take a seat under the canopy at the far left side of the gardens. It was one of your favourite spots, secluded and only the royals were allowed here. 

Your handmaiden handed you your book and summoned some wine and cheese for you to enjoy, when you were comfortable you sent her away. In much need of some alone time. Sitting in the soft breeze of the wind and the cool shadows of the canopy you let out a sigh. “Enjoying the day sister?” Your heart skipped a beat at Aemonds voice, he almost appeared out of nowhere and pulled a chair to join you. “Brother you scared me.” You said with a breathy laugh. “I apologise, I just wanted to spend some time outside after training today.” He smiled slightly as he poured himself some wine. “How did it go? Did you embarrass Cole again?” You smiled at the memory, eyes fixated on your book still. “I always embarrass him, but it never stops amusing me. So...what are you reading today?” Aemond tried to read the title, slightly leaning forward to do so. 

“If I tell you you’ll laugh.” You replied, pressing the back of the book on your lap. “So romance I take it, you know I would never make fun of you for that.” He said, sipping his wine and peering over at you. Your cheeks flushed at his words, conversation was always easy and comforting with him. You wondered why it couldn’t be like that with your own husband. “I...heard you strolling back to your own chambers in the middle of the night again.” He seemed to observe his wine cup while he spoke, too embarrassed to look at you. Because you knew exactly what he was hinting at. Did Aegon finally manage to do it? Is it still uncomfortable and unpleasant?

No one knew you talked to Aemond about this, you would be disgraced if they did. But he was the only one you could trust. If you told your mother she would just insist to keep trying and that all would be well. “Yes. I was.” You replied curtly, you wanted him to do something about it. Maybe he could talk to Aegon? Clearly your dear husband ignored his mother’s pleas to stop drinking so much and to bed you properly, but to no avail. “Is he still not?” He didn’t even dare finish that sentence for he knew when your face tensed up and looked back at your book. “I’m sorry.” That was all he could muster up to say. He didn’t want to insult his brother but he was getting tired of seeing you like this. And of course the blame was always on the woman if she wasn’t soon with child after marriage. 

You almost threw your book on the table and stood up to walk towards the balcony that overlooked the sea. “I love Aegon but why is he like this? Why can’t he do his duty? Why does he have to scorn me like this, again and again.” Your eyes teared up at the thought of never being able to produce an heir for the realm. You heard the sound of a chair scraping against the tiny stones and felt Aemond’s presence suddenly behind you. Feeling his breath against your right ear almost made you shudder. “If you were wed to me, I would’ve performed my duty. You would’ve already been swollen with my child.” His whispers made your heart skip a beat and heat pool in your belly. You closed your eyes when you felt his hands on your hips, slowly moving toward your stomach as if to hold that said swollen belly. 

“Aemond…” It almost came out as a moan, the thought of him bedding you, fucking his seed deep inside you, it made you feel things you never felt with Aegon. You always thought he was brave and handsome, but after that night when Lucerys Velaryon took his eye, he changed. For the better you thought. As you got older he took to wearing an eye patch and why did he have to look so damn good with it. “I have an idea, but you must not tell anyone. It would solve this problem...but we can’t speak about it now and not here. Come to my chambers tonight, if Aegon calls on you, which I doubt since he talked about sneaking off to Flea Bottom, then tell him you’re too tired.” He embraced you from behind and left you with that. 

The rest of the day was spent anxiously in the gardens, even at supper you were too nervous to look at Aemond or even at Aegon who was already drowning in his cups. You were stabbing at your chicken, trying to get a piece of bone out when your mother spoke up. “Aegon, must you drink so much every night?” She looked at him with a piercing gaze. For some reason his eyes landed on you when he spoke. “Yes.” Was all he said. Your mouth almost fell open. Did he mean to suggest that he was only drinking so much because of you? His wife? His perfect and nothing but loyal and dutiful wife? When Aegon looked back at his plate you looked at your mother. She gave you a sympathetic look before leaving the table to check on her own husband, the king, who had been in a bad state the last couple of weeks. You quickly left the table after her, walking back to your own chambers, your handmaiden once again following quickly behind you.

“Dyana, I require a bath right now.” Once you were in your chambers, your handmaiden drew your bath and after a while you were relaxing in the hot water. When you were finished you got dressed and left your beautiful silver locks down for the night. You always had long hair that stopped right above your butt, soft big curls and shiny hair. It was something you were very proud of. And tonight you wanted to show it off for Aemond. You still weren’t entirely sure what he was up to but gods did you hope that it was what you were thinking of. 

You decided on a white, silk nightgown that had long sleeves and a small cute bow in the middle of the quite low neckline. The sleeves were wide and very princess-like, with the skirt of the gown itself long, airy and light. You made sure to smell of vanilla and sugar and when it was completely dark, and everyone must surely be asleep, you sent your handmaiden away to “go to bed” and snuck out not too long after to Aemonds chambers. 

You moved as quiet as a mouse through the dark halls of the Red Keep, nervousness and excitement in your chest. After a while you arrived at the door of Aemond’s chambers, his guards thankfully already sent away by him. You softly knocked on his door and seconds after, he opened it, quickly letting you inside. He was dressed in a soft cotton shirt, pants and his black boots. And he still looked as handsome as ever. “Why don’t we sit down, sweet sister.” He motioned over to the two settees in the middle of his chamber. You both opted to sit next to each other. 

“Now, I want you to listen to me carefully. I have an idea on how we can provide heirs and keep you satisfied as well. But no one must ever find out. Not even mother and especially not Aegon.” He started. “Since I am not married, I could- bed you. And give the realm the heirs it so desperately needs.” He looked at you, he was always calm and collected but now even you could see the gleam of nervousness and excitement in his eye. You could only nod, it was incredibly disgraceful, treacherous even. But it was the perfect solution. “I need you to say it out loud, say that you want me.” He muttered, inching closer to grab your face. “Please Aemond, I want you. I need you.” You whispered already looking at his lips.

That was all he needed to let go of any self restraint he had. He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. His lips felt so soft, which was in contrast to his rough and masculine demeanour. After a second you moved your lips against his. You wanted to hold his face as well but were a bit too nervous to do so. His right hand was still on your cheek and his left arm went around your back, to hold you closer to him. Aegon almost never kissed you, so this new exciting feeling left you heated and wanting for more. Aemond deepened the kiss, he let his tongue slightly swipe over your lower lip, asking for entrance. You eagerly granted this and let his tongue explore your mouth.

You couldn’t help the tiny moan slip past your lips. Aemond groaned, and just the mere sound of this had you clenching your thighs. Your arousal taking over your mind, you grabbed his shirt and let your tongue mingle with his. His hand that was on your back pulled you even closer and the hand that was resting on your face slithered lower to your bottom and he couldn’t help himself, he grabbed it hard making you moan into his mouth. His sanity was slipping at the sounds of your pleasure, he wanted this for so long. He wanted to show Aegon exactly how he should be fucking his wife. 

“Do that- again.” You whimpered against his lips, for some reason, his manhandling turned you on. It was another side of him you had never known, the rougher Aemond, the Aemond that took what he wanted. He did as you commanded, grabbing your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze, which earned him another moan. Fuck- if he knew that this is what you wanted all along he would’ve done this 6 month’s ago. Before the wedding, to make you his, just so he could do this whenever he wanted. The friction of his pants on the tip of his hard cock got him even more riled up. It just felt so fucking good. At this point he’d do anything you commanded. He gave you another smack on your ass and groaned in your mouth. 

“Fuck- you love this don’t you, getting thrown around by me. Tell me it’s me you’ve always wanted, not Aegon.” He almost grunted the words against your lips, still feverishly moving against you. “It’s always been you and only you- If Aegon fucked me better- I could’ve at least imagned it was you bedding me- but even that he won’t grant me.” You spoke breathlessly against his lips. He removed his lips from yours and gave you a look that could make you finish right there and then. “Let me remove your dress and show you what your husband should’ve done all along.” He spoke in such a low and husky tone, you could feel the slick between your legs. 

You once again were at loss for words and simply stood in front of the seated man. He grabbed your skirt and stood up to help you lift off the dress that now felt too heavy on your body. Once the dress was raised above your head he threw it on the other settee behind you. Then you saw the lust in his eyes as he took in your body. “How could my idiot of a brother not absolutely devour you every night. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Let me treat you like the goddess you are.” He didn’t even let you respond before he lurched forward to lick and suck at your breasts leaving them slick with his saliva. “Oh Aemond- please- I need you so so so bad.” You almost sobbed when he let his middle finger glide between your wet folds. He drank in your moans as he let his finger explore your soft cunt. Already imagining how it would feel around his cock. That thought alone alongside the feeling of your wet pussy sent beads of precum dripping out of his aching tip. Leaving a dark sticky patch in his pants. 

When he decided that your nipples were aching and sensitive enough he finally let his mouth off them, a tiny spit trail connecting you. Then he started kissing down your stomach, even further down until he was on his knees. You were in complete awe of the sight before you and gods help you when he finally reached your cunt. Leaving a tiny peck right above your puffy clit he started to absolutely devour you. Licking and sucking at your wet folds, you moaned his name, whimpering and begging for air as he went. Never in your life had you felt this good and you only just started. You had to hold on to something so you grabbed his hair. And right as he sucked on your clit you pulled at his roots earning a moan from Aemond right against your clit. The vibration of it felt like heaven, he then grabbed your right leg and put it over his shoulder so he had better access, holding your ass for support. 

Only mere seconds later the amount of build up of pleasure made you hold your breath, at last with Aemond lapping faster over your clit with the tip of his tongue, you saw stars as you gasped for air, chanting Aemonds name like a prayer, gripping his silver locks holding him in place as he continued licking and sucking your clit through your orgasm. “Fuck- fuck!” You almost screamed, still gasping for air when he finally released his head from between your thighs. “Good girl, if only I could make you cum on my tongue every night.” He spoke when he rose from his knees, after he gently placed your leg back on the floor. His sultry voice made you open your eyes again and the mere sight of him- His lips, nose and chin- covered in your slick. “However, I’m not done with you yet my love.” He smiled and led you over to his bed to this time remove his own shirt and boots. 

As you laid back on the pillows, mind still woolly from your orgasm, you watched as he raised his shirt over his head. He was more slender than Aegon but more defined. He had toned abs and a strong but soft chest. Almost angelic. He didn’t have any hair, unlike Aegon, but you actually loved that. His arms were long and veiny just like his hands. His v-line was defined and let your eyes wander to the hard bulge in his pants. Yet he removed his boots instead and joined you on the bed. He laid next to you and traced your legs. Then he patted his thighs, silently asking you to sit on them. 

You did as he asked and moved over to sit on him, his thighs weren’t too thick but muscular and strong. Probably from all the training he did. His hands grabbed at your breasts again and he couldn’t help but mutter, “Fucking beautiful.” His hands then moved down your stomach right back to where you wanted him most. Letting his thumb move in circles over your clit again, you moaned at his touch. “I want you to do something for me.” He spoke. “Anything- anything for you.” You replied, breathlessly as he still let his thumb rub over your sensitive slick clit. “I want you to ride my fingers. And when I make you come with that, you’ll ride my face. Good and hard, understood?” You almost moaned again at his words. How did you get so lucky? Were the gods finally rewarding you for these horrible past few months? “Fuck- yes. I’ll- I’ll do anything you want.” You panted. 

He didn’t remove his thumb but let his middle finger once again glide between your folds to find your tight hole. This proved to be an easy task, you were still so wet from your previous orgasm that he easily slipped inside. Once he had his finger inside he added a second. He waited a bit for you to get used to the stretch before he gave you a smack on the ass again with his other hand. “Move darling, ride my fingers like you would my cock.” You gasped and almost immediately started moving against his hand, he made sure to curl his fingers in a way that they would hit exactly the right spot inside you every time you moved. The sensation of his fingers inside you while you grinded on his hand already felt amazing but of course he had to add his thumb again, wanting to make sure your clit wasn’t deprived of pleasure. 

This made you clench around his fingers, earning a groan from him. As you rode his fingers faster, chasing your high, his other hand moved from your ass to your face, grabbing your chin and sticking his thumb inside your mouth, you sucked on it instinctively. Moving the flat of your tongue against it. “That’s a good fucking girl, already knowing exactly what I want don’t you? Riding my fingers like you need them to survive. Fuck I can’t wait to fill you with my seed. See your swollen belly and know that I did that. Shit you don’t even know what you’re doing to me hāedar*.” His filthy words alongside his thumb rubbing over your clit made you once again see heaven itself but this time the feeling of your orgasm approaching felt different like something was about to burst. You wanted to tell him but with his thumb still in your mouth this proved difficult. Before you could stop it you grabbed his arm for support as you squirted all over his fingers and chest. “Gods- yes. Fucking cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” Aemond groaned out, he never thought he would see such a heavenly sight. This certainly did not help his own condition. But he did discover a new kink.

You rode out the last bit of your orgasm, finally allowed more air when Aemond removed his thumb from your mouth, rubbing his hand soothingly on your leg instead. When you had caught your breath you looked at the mess you made underneath him. “I- I tried to warn you- I’m sorry- I didn’t-” Before you could mutter out any more apologies Aemond cut you off. “Don’t ever apologise, that was fucking amazing. Making you feel such pleasure is all I ever wanted in life. So next you’ll do it on my tongue.” He wasted no time in grabbing your hips and moving you over his face, pressing you down on his mouth and his nose. You sighed and hoped you could handle another orgasm. Because he was clearly not finished with you yet. 

He stuck his tongue inside you and grabbed your hips once again to hold you down. Your body almost moved automatically, as if you no longer had control. You knew you weren’t going to last long this time, the sensitivity making sure of that. But what you didn’t expect was his beautiful nose hitting your clit just right as he tongue fucked you. He grunted and groaned at the taste, holding your hips to grind you on his face. “Aemond- Aemond please I need you- please fuck me- please!” You sobbed, it felt so fucking good, never in your life had you dreamed of such pleasure. Grinding and moving harder and faster on his face, your orgasm was approaching once again. 

And this time you hoped you would release all over him again as he so desperately wanted. Luckily your wish was granted. You felt the same full bladder like build up once again and leaned back to hold on to his torso for support. His nose hitting your sensitive puffy clit, his tongue fucking you deep inside and his own sounds of pleasure sent you over the edge. Warm liquid gushing over his face, the vibrations of his own moans and bucking of his hips in desperation, if you were to die now you wouldn’t care for it, you would die a happy woman. After making sure you were fully fucked out he released his grip and let you catch your breath. 

Your knees buckled from underneath you and your body fell limp on the bed next to him. And he had yet to fuck you with his cock. “Please Aemond I need your cock, I need your seed inside me, please, it’s all I ever wanted.” You pleaded, eyes still watery from overstimulation. “Don’t worry my love I plan on doing so, let me breed you good and proper, like you deserve.” He whispered against your neck. You hadn’t even noticed him moving on top of you. You heard rustling and opened your eyes to see Aemond at last removing his pants, releasing his hard cock. He was big and long, veins all over his shaft, his tip red and angry leaking with pre cum. When he threw his pants to the side he moved back to you, making sure you were okay he kissed you, soft and tender. You smiled against his lips as a confirmation. 

He kissed you once more on your forehead before grabbing his cock by the base, letting his tip move through your slick folds. Smearing his pre cum and your own spend around. He moaned at the warm and soft feeling. Aemond really had to remind himself not to immediately ram inside you and fuck you senseless, as much as he really wanted you. The last thing in the world he wanted was to hurt you. “Ready my love?” He asked. “Yes please, I want you to fuck me dumb...until I can’t even speak anymore.” You whispered, a smile on your face at the thought of finally having his cock buried inside you. “Trust me, I will.” He said before sliding in, letting out a loud moan as he did, slowly burying his cock inside, all the way until he could feel your cervix with his tip. 

After a couple of seconds he made sure he could move. He couldn’t hold back any longer and started rutting inside you like a dog in heat, panting and moaning as he did. This time moaning your name over and over again. You gripped his shoulders and back for support as the entire bed shook and banged against the wall. You both couldn’t give less of a fuck if someone heard. A tiny part inside you wanted to be caught, maybe you could finally be his. He leaned down and captured your own moans in his mouth, licking a stripe up your lips, catching your upper lip with it for a moment. You whimpered in response. The things you would do for this man. The sounds of your unholy moans and groans, your skin hitting his, the sound of his balls filled with seed slamming against you filled the room and probably the hall. “So fucking good- so fucking tight for me.” He moaned. 

“Please Aemond- I’m going to come- please fuck me harder!” You begged against his neck holding on to him tight before your pussy clenched around him, your fourth orgasm making you shake and curl your toes. Accidently scratching up his back in response. “You want my fucking seed princess? Want it inside you hm? I’m going to fill you to the fucking brim.” His own words and the feeling of your nails scratching his back sent him over the edge himself, burying his face in your neck, biting down on you as he delivered a final pump before indeed filling you to the brim with his seed. With a final couple of slow trusts to pump his seed good and deep inside you he released his grip on you. After having caught his breath he kissed you, and removed his softening cock so he could lay by your side. The sheets were covered in sweat and both of your cum as you could feel some of his seed dripping out of you. Aemond noticed and used his finger to push it back inside. “There, however, most of the time women don’t get pregnant after only one bedding. We should do it more often to ensure you become with child.” He whispered near your ear. You smiled, pulled his head back and kissed him.  

“We should, and when I do become with child, I can rest easy knowing they’ll be yours. Just as handsome and devoted as you.” You mumbled against his lips. He smiled at that, moved you on your side so he could have your back snug against him. You cuddled for as long as was possible, before you sadly had to retreat to your own chambers. Only a month later it was announced you were with child.

*hāedar = sister

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Avy jorrāelan

req: full request here.

warnings: smut, canon typical targaryen incest, male! brother!reader, bottom!r, top!jace, this is longer than i expected, smut with plot, hand job

MASTERLIST

As much as you adored your brother, he had always been distant. When growing up, he didnt do much with you, always off training or something. But he was always sweet, and kind to you when you were together. You remembered many fond moments you shared during your childhood with the boy.

You’re not quite sure when this innocent crush on him started. For most of your life, you had only been around your family, clinging to Jace most of all, following him around like a lost puppy. You grew up around him, you knew him more than anyone else had. You only wanted to serve him, to be loved by him.

Jacaerys was none the wiser about your infatuation with him, of course, he was always confused by the sudden gifts that sometimes flooded his room, the compliments, the staring, and the affection you showed him. He brushed it off as an innocent fascination and adoration from his brother.

Jace didn’t know that everything he said to you replayed in your mind constantly, overthinking every little word and sentence he uttered, breaking the sentences apart to understand what he had meant. Jace didn't know that you held onto every little crumb of affection he gave you, that those crumbs had given you more hope that perhaps your brother shared the same love for you as you did him.

And so, as the war began, time passed and lives were ended, the council talked and talked about alliances they could make and how. That is when they came up with an idea that for some reason, infuriated Jace. 

“Prince Jacaerys, sir, he’s old enough to be wed, and this alliance would help, I do not see why n-” one protested, thinking the idea to be a rather smart one.

Jace shook his head before interrupting the man. “I do not want to hear about it anymore. There has to be better options.” He ignored the odd look that Rhaenyra gave him, turning his head the other way. 

Later that night, in his bed. He sat staring at his high ceiling, wondering over and over why he cared so much about whether you should be married off or not. Nothing he did distracted him from his thoughts, and he struggled deeply to sleep, tossing and turning throughout the entire night.

The next morn, you walked with one goal in your mind. With the war raging on and people counting on you all, you knew what you had to do. You breathed heavily as you stepped into the dragonpit, Silverwing in the middle.

You took a deep breath, walking closer and closer to the large silver dragon. She huffed in your face, staring curiously at you. You had decided that she would be the best dragon, because she tend to be more docile and kinder to strangers.

You had lessons as a child on how to claim a dragon, just never made no actual effort to claim one. But you knew that today was the day. Her tail whipped around, you yelping, ducking under it so that it didn’t crush you and fling you to the walls.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice shout from behind you, your brother. You didn’t glance back at him, gulping before you attempted to mount her, putting your hands on her sides, gently petting her.

“Lykirī.” You murmured to her, watching her head stare at you, move closer to your figure. You shut your eyes, feeling her hot breath near your face. Your breathing was erratic, and you knew you had to calm down before you did anything.

The creature let out a loud roar, you slightly stumbling back, but regaining your balance. You turned to the dragon now, staring at her, your brother far behind standing with Rhaenyra. “Lykirī.” You repeated to the dragon.

Rhaenyra held out a hand in front of the boy, like he made an attempt to get you away from the dragon.

You turned your attention back to the dragon, large beady eyes staring into yours. You calmed your breathing, reminding yourself that this dragon would help your mother, would help your brother. And that was all the reason you needed.

You took a deep breath, slowly climbing on top of the dragon, who let out quieter noises now, still following your every move. You mounted the dragon successfully, smiling widely as you stared down at her. You grabbed onto the reins at her sides tightly.

“Sovès.” You told her, and she took off into the air. With the wind in your hair, and the clouds below you, you felt peace. That was until you went back onto the ground, your smile falling when you hopped off of silverwing, being met face to face with Jace, who didn’t look as happy as your mother did.

She spoke a congratulations, Jace glaring at you and not speaking a word until you both were alone, and he gripped your arm, pulling you aside.

"What were you thinking?" he asked urgently, his furrowed brow revealing his frustration. You stood there, confused, unable to understand why he was so upset.

“Wh- what? Why are you mad?” You asked the boy, shoving his arm off of you. He huffed, glancing around.

“Because, that was an incredibly dangerous thing to do. You didn’t even think to tell us? To tell me? You just marched on in here! You could’ve gotten hurt! What if we hadn’t been there and something happened? I would’ve never been able to forgive myself!”

“I wanted you to be happy for me, proud of me!” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest, trying to fight the tears that dared to fall.

“It was stupid, y/n. Gods, why must you be so…”

You looked at the boy, the tears falling once you couldn’t help it anymore. “So what, Jace?”

“Nevermind.” He sighed, shaking his head, glancing down at the floor and avoiding your teary eyes. He hated when you cried, but now he had no one to blame but himself.

“Say it!” You told him, bringing your hand up and shoving his shoulder. “Say it! I’m so what, Jace? I’m stupid?”

“Your decisions are stupid.”

You bitterly laughed at his response, shaking your head. “I am stupid. I am utterly stupid for thinking that you would be happy for me.” You mumbled, he attempted to stop you when you turned, hearing his shout your name.

The next few days, you sulked around, everyone had noticed it, and was confused at your odd behavior. You hadn’t talked to Jace since then, avoiding him like the plague. You simply glanced at each other when you were at the table, but not uttering a word.

Jace had enough. The silence between the both of you was killing him. You being upset over him was killing him. So, he took a deep breath, before quietly knocking on your door, as to not wake or disturb anyone else.

You walked over to the door, opening it and peeking out. You opened it more upon seeing Jace.

“What?” You murmured to the boy, not quite wanting to see him.

“Can you come out?”

Your eyebrows raised, tilting your head in confusion. “W-what?”

“Please. Just come out of your room. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” You responded.

“I have our dragons ready for us.”

This piqued your curiosity, you opening the door wider. “Why?”

“I thought we should go out and fly.” He shrugged, glancing around. “Come on.”

You sighed, silently closing the door behind you and following Jace outside, where Silverwing and Vermax sat, waiting for you both to mount them.

You shook your head, smiling at your brothers idea.

“Does anyone know?” You asked him quietly. He smiled back at you, shaking his head, walking over to Vermax while you walked to Silverwing, both of you mounting the dragons at the same time.

You held onto the reins, glancing at your brother as you spoke to your dragon. “Sovès.”

You took off into the sky, your brother not far behind. After you were above the clouds, you stopped her, and you were drifting now. Jace caught up, your dragons side by side.

“I’m sorry for how I acted. The other day.” He told you, you turning to face him. His face looked guilty, like he had held his regrets.

“I am sorry as well.” You admitted.

“Don’t be. It was me who was being unreasonable.” He shrugged, small smile gracing his features now.

As he stared at you, and you stared back, Jacaerys had come to a realization. He was in love with you. That’s what’s been eating at him forever. He’s kept his feelings down in his chest, pushing them away anytime the thought came up. He realized it now.

You swallowed, turning to face the sky again. His gaze remained on you. You both talked, about honestly everything and anything you could. You had missed his smile, his laughter. Your heart was slowly mending back together with each moment you had with the boy.

After a while of talking and riding both dragons, you both landed outside, handing the dragons back to the dragon keepers outside. You both laughing as you ran down the halls, you opening your room doors after sneaking past some guards.

Your brother stood in front of you, leaning in your doorway when you entered. You quirked an eyebrow at the boy, he swallowed, stepping closer to you, his hands going to your face.

Your mouth went agape when his hands cupped your cheeks, his eyes boring into yours. You slowly leaned in, shutting your eyes, his lips meeting yours halfway.

You both melted into the kiss. He closed the doors behind him, gently pushing your further into the room, and then onto your bed.

His hand was on the small of your back, he panted for air when he pulled away, looking down at you underneath his body. You smiled up at the boy, heart racing at what was about to come.

His pace was slow once he was inside of you, you clutching tightly onto his back, holding his body closer to yours. You let out grunts and groans, both your noises filling up the room.

“I love you.” He mumbled to you, the confession making his heart feel lighter. You looked at the boy with all the adoration and love he swears he’s ever felt.

“Avy jorrāelan.” You replied softly, his eyes searching yours. His hand went down too your cock, you letting out a moan. He leaned down, pushing his mouth onto yours again as he began to tug at your member, your pre-cum falling onto his hands.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He muttered against your shoulder blade, kissing the skin there as well. His breath fell hot on it.

“I’ve waited longer for you.” You chuckled lowly, feeling his lips quirk up into a smile against your shoulders.

“Mayhaps.” He breathed out, feeling that familiar coil build in his stomach. You looked down where you both connected, before looking back at him.

“Jace…” you cried out at a particular thrust, his hands working at your cock faster.

“I know, I know.” He sighed out, feeling his release close as well. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, shooting his cum inside you with a groan, and yours spilling onto his hand.

[storiesfromafan]

Obsessed Pt1

A/N: it's finally here :) Forgive me if its not the best and a little rambly, I tried writing more for Mattheo this time around. And I know it will get better, hopefully. Set in Fourth year, because I have a fondness for a curtain Ball ;)

Pairing: Mattheo x Fem!Reader

Summary: obsession can be good, depending on the context. Being obsessed by food or music, not so bad. Being obsessed with someone, doesn't sound good.

How could one person haunt his mind, to the point it was every waking moment of the day? He was under your spell. Hook, line and sinker. But why? How? You were the opposite of him, as in he is evil while you are good. He is tainted, you are pure. He was smart but nowhere near as smart as you. He couldn’t understand his infatuation with you.

Maybe it was that pureness that drew him in. While everyone disliked the Slytherin, except for the females of Hogwarts fairing for his attention, you put the stigma about him aside and helped him when he needed it. In one moment of kindness, you were there for him. No hate in your eyes, or judgement, just concern and kindness stared at him.

No one had been so kind to him. Not his family, or his close friends. He didn’t entirely know what help was, or kindness or a caring touch. But before him a year ago, Mattheo Riddle for the first time was witnessing it from you.

“If I am hurting you, please tell me” you said softly, calming that matched your touch, he recalled.

“No, it’s fine” he had replied with a sigh.

With gentle hands you had wrapped the bandage around his arm, mindful to not wrap it too tight. All the while he had watched you closely, waiting for the usual look of dislike/distaste or a chorus of hurtful words that he was used to. Yet they never came. When you had finished you brought your (color) eyes back to meet his molten brown ones.

A soft smile crossed your dusty lips. “There, all done”.

The way you looked relieved mixed with pleased at your handy work, caused Mattheo’s stomach to flip in a good way. The way you smiled at him caused his breath to falter. He had seen you in the halls or in classes, but it was like he was seeing you for the first time. The quiet nerdy girl who was so much more. An Angel so kind, caring and pure. But here she was helping a literal demon, who only caused hurt, sadness and sin.

That night a year ago always playing on his mind. So much so, that Mattheo started to seek you out in a crowd or room. His eyes watching you every chance he could. A new addiction, obsession even. Mattheo was borderline stalker.

Sitting with his friends, Lorenzo and Theodore, both males at his side in full conversation. Mattheo did not partake in their conversation, nor was he giving it his full attention. Instead, his eyes rolled over those in the hall leading to Charm’s class, molten brown orbs looking for someone, for you.

Mattheo could feel the eyes of every female in the hall upon him, yet never paid them any attention. He did not even turn his gaze when a third-year girl came up to him with a love note, nor did he accept it. Both his friends laughed as the girl left, tail between her legs and tears falling from her eyes. Yes, it was heartless of him, but it was necessary.

He heard you before he saw you. Turning his head in the direction the third year took off, Mattheo’s gaze located you standing with your friends looking back from the hall they had come from. You and you friends shared a look, along with some quiet words, all the while a few other girls joined you all to no doubt fill in the blanks to what had happened.

Five sets of eyes landed on him, which caused Mattheo to turn back to his friends. Silently he hoped you hadn’t noticed that his gaze had been upon you. Risking a look from under his lashes, there was relief when seeing all five girls were back in discussion. Yet he noted that you were not talking like those around you. The way they spoke as if they sat on the edge a chair, along with animated movements, was rather comical. You on the other hand looked to be bored, as such talk was not enthralling, which he understood.

Gossip was not your kind of thing. One as good as you never spoke ill of another. Nor were you that mean, always doing what you could to help those in need. Being good also meant staying out of the gossip mill. Always proper, never stepping out of line that would lead to ridicule. You never spoke to males, unless required, so that you weren’t compromised in any way.

With their group discussion coming to an end, you and your two friends parted from the other two girls. You all moved down the hall in conversation. Briefly three pairs of eyes looked to Mattheo, who blankly looked at you all, his eyes linger on you just a bit longer, before going back to talking amongst themselves.

“Time for Charms” Mattheo stated moving to stand before his friends. Silently hurrying them up so he could follow you.

Both males groaned, reluctantly getting up from their spot. “What’s the hurry?” questioned Lorenzo with a stretch. “It’s only Charms”.

Ignoring Lorenzo’s question, Mattheo and his mates made their way to Charm’s class. Picking up his pace, Mattheo grew closer to you, leaving a person and a half gap. His eyes followed you, watching as you nodded your head to whatever your friend had said. When you turned your head, replying to your other friend. He took note of your profile, how your nose slopped down in completion. How your tongue would dart out to swipe over your lips, a quick way to moisturize the dusty petals of your lips. How bright your eye looked hearing your friends words.

You and your friends slowed down upon coming to the Charm’s classroom, entering after a few other students. Mattheo silently entered the room, watching you take a seat front row but close to the middle of the length of the table. Your friends taking a seat either side of you, some banter from them made you smile and laugh softly. He may not have been able to hear it, but seeing it was something to savour.

Theodore clapped Mattheo on the shoulder and gestured to the back row at the tablet across from you. It couldn’t have been more perfect, how fate was in his favour today. Sitting next Theodore, Lorenzo on said males’ other side, Mattheo got out the minimal supplies he needed for the class.

Eventually Professor Flitwick entered the room, the students before him quieting down, waiting for the Professor to address the class. Mattheo looked over to you, watching how you looked to the Professor. No doubt waiting with bated breath for an incline of what the lesson would be about. Ah, the Ravenclaw in you showing.

Mattheo half smiled only imagining what was going through your mind. Yet it was a place he would love to be a fly on the wall of. For you didn’t really show much, leaving him only guessing to what made the gears in your mind turn. Part of it was the need to learn, always needing to learn something new. Another part was the need to think of others, always thoughtful and caring.

Charm’s class was spent for Mattheo observing you. How excitement crossed your gorgeous face when Flitwick spoke of a new spell to be learnt. How you listened to his instructions, brows drawing together with every word the Professor spoke. How you concentrated when practicing the spell, the determination in your eyes to master said spell. Once confident with knowing it front and back, how you turned to one of your friends that struggled to get it. You had patience with her, but the joy that washed over your face when she got it, even made him smile.

As the lesson came to an end, every student packed up their supplies before leaving the classroom. Mattheo had planned to hang back and then follow behind you. Only his friends had other plans. He could have denied them but that would have led to them questioning him, which Mattheo didn’t want to answer. So, with one last look at you, he slipped out of the room in tow of his friends.

The rest of the afternoon and night was lackluster. The only time Mattheo had gotten to see you was at dinner, and even then, it was restricted. And the arrival of both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, which both schools entered in flare, was a distraction. Yet neither entertained Mattheo, though you seemed intrigued and curious. He could see it in the change in your facial features, along with conversation you had with those around you.

With the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament and all that, dinner finished and students, in a commotion over the tournament, made their way back to their common rooms or dorm rooms. With a final look at you for the evening, Mattheo reluctantly made the journey back to the Dungeons, and to the Slytherin house. He chose to return to his dorm, not feeling in the mood to idly chat with his friends and fellow house mates.

He opted to lounging on his bed, mind running with thoughts of you as he read poetry. To be honest, Mattheo hadn’t been one for poetry but a few times he had seen you with a poetry book. No doubt it was light reading for you, but on some level he could see that you enjoyed reading it. So, he took to reading it himself, which he has come to like. Many poems would bring you to the front of his mind, the beautiful words speaking to him of you like no other could.

After reading a particular poem, Mattheo had an idea come to mind. It might be foolish and impulsive, something he may come to regret. But before really thinking about it, he moved to his desk and took out some parchment and a quill with ink. Picking his book back up, Mattheo looked to the page he had been on, writing the poem word for word.

Once satisfied with his handy work, he smiled contently. Without another thought, Mattheo grabbed his wand and enchanted the neatly folded parchment that had your name upon it. Then with a flick of his wand the letter was off, off it went into the night to its intended recipient.

Only once it was gone did the realization set in, and nerves now started to grow. Along with a raging storm of thoughts and doubts. Dropping his wand on his desk, Mattheo finally saw what he had done. The only good thing had been that he did not sign his name to the embarrassing moment of that he let his feelings get the best of him. Mattheo Riddle had just sent you an anonymous letter…

A/N: feedback welcome! Along with requests :)

[xprakzif]

puppy love

chris sturniolo

pairings: chris x fem!reader (unestablished)

warnings: fluff/angst, cursing, none really

summary: chris doesn’t know how to express his feelings and now she thinks he hates her.

chris always seemed to have that narcissistic persona. any girl who came across him knew better than to try it, even if they attempted to get at him, he was quick to let it known he was uninterested. so why was he acting like this with her?

he didn’t even know. nick was great at making new friends, and she just happened to be at the same beach at the time they were. the triplets, along with nate, traveled to a smaller town that was typically quiet but had beautiful views and landmarks.

they were driving around until they spotted the rather empty beach. they walked along the tide talking for what felt like hours. they honestly lost track of time, and direction.

walking their way was a girl, she looked majestic in the sunset that made her skin glow. she wore a light pink bikini underneath a crocheted sweater that only covered her top half. in her right hand was a baby pink retractable leash, leading down to a small, harnessed, yorkie puppy that started to run up to the boys. she was ethereal, to chris atleast.

“look- maybe we can ask her how to get back to the car?” nate pointed to her, she was busy enjoying the sunset and didn’t notice them, until the dog began to bark.

“shhh, kiwi-“ she finally saw the group of boys coming up to her, gaining anxiety. usually people wanted to meet kiwi, she hoped that’s why they approached her.

“hi- oh!” nick started to speak until kiwi interrupted, barking in a high pitch while she struggled to get closer being pulled back by the pink harness.

“sorry, she’s friendly- she just wants you to pet her,”

matt wasted no time in bending down to greet the giddy puppy wagging her tail at the attention. he cooed and scratched at her fluffy ears.

“cute.. um this is gonna sound crazy, but we kinda lost our car-” nick explained.

“we aren’t from around here, my names nate” he interrupted nick, deepening his voice. chris was only watching, he’d never been so quiet before. even he realized.

“..okay, im y/n. where’d you guys park?”

“it was small lot in front of the surf shop building, when you get off the main road?” replied nate.

“oh- i parked there too! i can show you guys, we were just heading back home.” chris was surprised she had walked all this way, he was unaware that they were only walking for 40 minutes.

she was set in between matt and nick, walking ahead a bit to lead them. matt was eyeing kiwi the entire time. she noticed him walking close to her paying attention to everytime kiwi sniffed the sand or tried to drink the slow tide that came by.

“here,” she handed off the leash to him, gaining a huge smile in return. “don’t lose my baby, please.”

within the 40 minute walk back to the lot, nick made most the conversation, getting to know the girl. once again, chris realized how quiet he’d been. so did everyone else.

“here we are, this your van?” she pointed to the empty parking lot with only her car and theirs.

“yea, thank you so much. we honestly would’ve been deserted if it wasn’t for you- can i get your number? i’d love to hang out sometime!” the boys filled the car while nick stood outside with his new friend.

“of course!” she waited for him to pull up a new contact and verbalized her information. “i’ll see you, drive safely!” and with that she patted the drivers seat of her black toyota signaling kiwi to hop in, and went home with more than she came for.

meanwhile, the van was chaotic. matt and nate up front singing a song that came on, while nick interrogated chris.

“whats up with you? you haven’t said a word since we met y/n.”

he knew it too. he didn’t understand it thought. “i don’t know.. i’m fine.” nick could usually tell if he was lying, but this time it was unreadable. he let him off easily and went on his phone to text her about hanging out soon.

flashing forward to present day, chris had his mind made up. it all made sense why he acted that way. it was like his soul attached to her. he must stay focused though, so he denied, denied, denied.

she was at the triplets home. madi and nate were there too.

“we should make trevor and kiwi meet!” she suggested to matt who was laying next to her on the couch. his eyes lit up with kiwi cuddled to his chest.

“y’all are so obsessed with these dogs.” chris took a seat next to her listening in and placing his can of pepsi on the coffee table. his heart raced a bit when she looked him in the eyes. his remarks always came out defensive and ignorant. he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t used to this feeling and couldn’t make it obvious.

her on the other hand, thought he hated her. she grew aware of his personality but hers was naturally flirty and extroverted. he knew this as well. she was friendly with everyone. how was he supposed to know if she felt the same way?

“are you jealous that i like kiwi and trevor more than you?” she smirked. those eyes were the ones that made him nervous. the ones that drew him in every time.

his breathing caught in his throat, “nah..” he shook his head and reached for his drink to hide the smile plastered on his face.

she had an effect on him she had no idea about.

“so trevor’s going back to your parents during the tour..” she started indicating an idea that made matt excited and chris irritated. her and matt had a bond that was different from the others. they had a lot in common, something chris grew jealous of and tried to prevent in anyway possible.

it was his own fault though. he decided to stay quiet and let his fear of rejection control him. that could’ve been him in that position.

“absolutely not. we’re not bringing the dogs on tour, y/ n.” he assured sternly.

she shifted in her seat to face him, “chris! come on, i’ll be there to take care of them while you guys work, madi will be there too! right madi?” she motioned to the girl who was sat at the table with nick.

“don’t even try!” chris stated before madi could even speak.

“what’s wrong with that, i love kiwi and trevor!” madi disagreed with chris from the table.

“see its two against one!”

“three!” matt mumbled with kiwi licking at his face.

“don’t you want me to be happy?” she pouted and widen her eyes to tease him. he did want her to be happy, he was just being an asshole.

he looked into her eyes, the ones that made him fall too hard for her. almost stunned and lost for words he looked away, “whatever, fine.”

she squealed and hugged him tightly, shocking him in the process.

this was going to be a very long tour.

“okay- wait what if they fight?” she was holding kiwi tightly in her arms covered by a comfy sweater. they were currently loading the tour bus, situating their bunks, and trying to introduce the dogs.

matt was sitting on the floor with trevor in his lap.

“you said she was friendly with other dogs,”

“she is.. i just don’t want them to fight!” she gave in and sat on the floor with kiwi. chris came onto the bus to see what was going on. they had disappeared into the bus moments ago without telling anyone.

he stopped in his tracks and observed the scene.

she finally let kiwi down, sniffing the floor of the new area and approaching the other small dog. trevor did the same, eventually they began to smell each other to get familiar.

she spared a glance at matt who smiled in return. chris noticed this, his heart sank a bit. did she like him? he thought.

soon enough, kiwi and trevor were playing together after kiwi licked his nose.

“aww they love eachother!” she cheered and scooted forward to hug matt. a grunt was heard by the two, chris didn’t know he did that out loud.

“oh- chris, look!” pointing at the puppies, “let’s have them married.” she was playing around, he wasn’t having any of it.

“yea, we’re about to start moving so can you guys move?” once again, he didn’t mean for it to come off so abruptly. she frowned and picked up kiwi, pushing past him to get to the seats, trevor trailing behind her.

“dude, why you being so rude to her?” matt was genuinely curious, but it came off defensive. he loved her, but only as a friend. not like chris did.

“i’m not..” matt was about to just walk away, but he spoke again, “i just- matt?”

“yeah?” they stared at eachother.

“i think i’m in love with her.”

matt cheesed widely in excitement, chris took it the wrong way.

“no- you can’t tell her!”

that wasn’t even on his list, “i won’t. i’m just happy you can admit your feelings for once.” patting his brother on the shoulder and going to sit with the others.

in the bus, she sat next to madi. they were giggling at trevor chasing kiwi in a circle. nick was across from them scrolling through tiktok.

chris walked in, seeing the beautiful smile on her face light up the room. everyone noticed he walked in, he was more focused on her.

she glanced at him, the smile fading a bit.

“we’re moving, everyone sit! we don’t want any accidents.” a voice called out from the front of the bus, most likely the driver.

chris sat next to her on instinct. there was obvious tension.

“madi, look at this” nick motioned for her to sit next to him which she did. leaving the two to sit alone.

chris wasn’t one for apologizing, he wasn’t sure how. he had to say something though.

“you glad we brought the dogs?” that was his way of apologizing?

she was very forgiving to say the least. there’s been worse things he’d say to her. some of which made her go cry in the bathroom.

“very..”

silence. besides nick and madi scream-laughing across them.

“so- um, which state you most excited to see?” he was trying anything to start a conversation.

“oh- probably florida, i loved visiting there when i was younger,”

he didn’t know that though, he never took the time to get to know her for real. not like matt or nick did.

he was starting to hate himself for it. why couldn’t he just express himself correctly? it was a struggle for sure.

the bus made it to their first stop. everyone got out to stretch, matt and y/n letting the dogs use the bathroom.

they were away from the group, far enough for no one to hear their conversation.

“i’m so happy we brought them,” she started

“me too, not happy about this part though” he cringed at the sight of trevor using the bathroom that he would have to clean up.

“um.. can i ask you something?” she was comfortable enough with matt to have deeper talks, this was something she couldn’t get out of her mind.

“of course,”

she took a deep breath, “is chris like, mad at me.. or something? ever since we met he acts as if he hates me, do you see it too?”

after what chris told him earlier, it made sense. “no, no he doesn’t hate you,” he wasn’t sure how to word it in a way that wouldn’t out his brother. “that’s just how he is, but trust me he doesn’t hate you. we love you, y/n”

“i love you guys too.” his words were comforting, she felt some sense of relief. matt was always sweet to her, it was easy to get close with him. her mind still wandered to chris, there had to be more, right?

the rest of the ride was relaxed, for most of them atleast. madi and matt were asleep in the bunks, nick was sitting on a seat using his laptop.

chris was in a bunk, trying his best to sleep but his brain was wide awake. he didn’t know how he would manage going on tour with her, spending everyday with her, all with her being oblivious to his feelings that he couldn’t even let out correctly.

she was in the same room as nick, her head on his shoulder watching his skills as he edited a video for his business.

“hmm, i think i’m gonna go lay down before i go insane. you coming?” he shut the computer.

“i will in a minute..” she wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep this entire trip.

nick nodded and slid the door to the bunks open. she sat for a second, looking out the window to the starry sky blurring past. the lights were off leaving the only light casting from the window to dimly shine in the bus. the door slid open behind her, it was probably nick forgetting his phone before he left.

“y/n?” she turned to see the silhouette of chris.

she gulped unable to speak. “what you doing up?”

“i could ask you the same thing,” she said while he sunk into the spot next to her.

“can’t sleep..”

“me neither, are you nervous about performing?”

“why would i be?” he barked. there it was again.

“chris, am i supposed to read your fucking mind?” she even shocked herself, she was fed up with his attitude.

“i wish you could, maybe then you’ll understand how stupid you are!”

“seriously what’s wrong with you? why do you act like you hate me?!” she was a little too loud.

“what the hell is going on?” nick came from the sliding door, he hadn’t went to sleep yet and heard her shouting.

“nothing- mind your business!” nick looked like he was ready to tear chris apart.

she felt her face heat up, her eyes began to water. she got up and stormed to the back of the bus letting the tears flow. she couldn’t hold back.

“you better go apologize to her chris! i swear i’ll ruin this whole tour for you! if you have a problem with her than say that, she’s our best friend, even if she’s not to you.” he lectured him knowing how he treated her. everyone knew, they just didn’t see why.

chris sat there silently while nick went off. he didn’t even bite back. nick just stood there with his arms crossed waiting for chris to speak, move, anything.

“your right..” he whispered.

“what was that?”

“i said your right, damn.”

“that’s what i thought. now get to moving, i wanna go to bed, in peace!” nick emphasized. he waited for chris to get up and head to the back, following behind to go back in his bunk.

chris hesitated before sliding open the door to the back area of the bus. he heard sniffles from the other side, it felt like nick punched him in the chest before going to bed. he wasn’t aware he made her cry.

stepping into the small room, he saw her barley lit up from the moonlight and occasional passing car.

she looked up to see him, worried and a bit embarrassed. worried he would yell at her again. she didn’t like that he could make her crumble with such ease.

“y/n..” she hated when he said her name.

he sat next to her on the leather seat that was less spacious than the ones up front.

“don’t cry.. i-i’m sorry, okay?” he shocked himself making his body heat up. she wiped her nose with the soft sleeve of her sweater and turned to him.

“i don’t hate you, i don’t. i’m sorry for treating you wrong, i promise i’ll stop, okay?”

she nodded, feeling a smile creep on her puffy lips.

even in the dark, her smile lit up the room. he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and she embraced him tightly around his torso.

he loved the feeling. it was this easy? he thought. the flame grew with every second they touched, he wished it could last forever. but she pulled away and he craved it all over again.

“cmon, you need to sleep.” she got up indicating she was going to sleep before stopping. “goodnight, i love you.”

that. that almost broke him.

he knew it was platonic, she said it to all of them.

“goodnight.. i love you too.” but he meant it differently. she wouldn’t know that though.

“rise and shine, campers!”

kiwi and trevor were having a barking match trying to get to each other being too scared to jump off the bunk and waking everyone up.

“too early for you to be this energetic” madi groaned to nick while hopping down from her bunk.

“girl it’s 10am! we have a few hours till our first show!” nick exclaimed making his way off the bus. madi followed him.

the crew stopped to get breakfast before heading to the venue of the day.

“matt,” she poked at the sleeping boy in his bunk. “matt! wake up!”

he groaned, “what? where are we?” shuffling in the sheets.

“get up, we’re getting food. and you have to let trevor out!”

“it’s fine, i got it” chris came almost out of nowhere and picked up the small dog with the leash already in his hand.

her and matt both glanced at eachother confused before matt layed back down. she rolled her eyes playfully, her attention going back to chris who struggled with putting on the harness.

“trevor- stay still!”

she giggled and helped him after finishing with kiwi. maybe he was going to change after all.

“it’s time boys!” the triplets were at the venue backstage. they waited for the opening act to finish performing so they could go on.

“5 minutes till show time.” the crew member advised them to get ready to go on stage.

madi and y/n were backstage hyping them up. “you got this, you’ll do great! love you, have fun!” she hugged matt and nick as they left the stage room with madi, leaving her and chris alone.

“are you ready?”

he nodded and fixed his hair under his cap. “how do i look?”

“ugh, you never change, do you? you look fine!” she joked, smacking him on his chest. “okay, now go! they’re waiting for you!”

“alright, i’m definitely not stalling..”

“chris, you’ll do great! i love you so much, i’m so proud of you!” she was referring to all of them, but he took it personal. she embraced him in a hug- he was stunned. why couldn’t he move? something took over him, he just stared at her.

“i love you.” he whispered.

“good luck, chris.” she turned to grab kiwi from the floor, did she hear him?

“i love you, y/n.” he said it louder this time.

“i heard you, hun..”

he grasped her hand lightly before she could bend down to pick up her dog, making her face him. looking him in the eye.

“no, i don’t think you did- i love you.”

her expression was lost. “..what?

he couldn’t stop saying it. “i love you, y/n,” but he finally said the right one.

“i’m in love with you.”

can y’all tell i love animals yet or no

idk but tell him part three should be out soon stay tunedddd xoxo

[supernova41st]

Sweet n’ Sour 👛 (pt.2)

Tf2 x “nice”Reader

A/n: Here’s pt.1 if you don’t know what this fic is abt, ik I said I was going to do my own fic after the last one I made but I couldn’t think of anything sooo I’m just doing this. I might do a ‘tf2 x Snooki!Reader’ cuz I just started watching jersey shore and I love it (also you could tell I put my whole heart and ass into snipers section)

warnings: Slut shaming, Reader and Sniper banging, enemies to lovers, hatefuck (sorry this one’s wild)

Pyro

Pyro quickly took a liking to you because of your girly nature, he loved your style

He’s only ever been on your good side, painting nails reading magazines gossiping etc.

He’s such a girls man. No, not a ladies man, a girls man

“Holy fuck! Snooki got arrested”

“Mm mffmm mmm?”

*from jersey shore??

“Yes from jersey shore!!”

Of course you two are duos on the battlefield, skipping happily around the blu teams base as it burns down

Def owns one of those heart friendship necklaces

About him being a girls man, he always makes sure you look good on the battlefield

Loves picking out outfits with you and always carries around something he knows you’ll forget

“Shit! I forgot to put on lipgloss..”

“Mmm mmphm mm?”

*here, cherry bomb right?

“gasp Omg I love you so much 💕”

You and Pyro would have the loving best friend relationship, kissing each others cheek and shit

Doing makeup on mask>>>>

Imagine the fake lashes along w the blush 😭 he loves it

lol put big anime girl eyes on him pls

“You’re fucking chewing right now P.”

“mmm mm!!!”

*thank you!!

Sniper

He hated you when he first saw you omg. Sniper is introverted cuz he got bullied and school, so now he automatically thinks any girl with even a slightly feminine style is bitchy

To be fair you were.. to him

Srry but he got annoyed with you so fast, it started a hefty rivalry between you and snipes

“Where’s princess prissy?”

“Uhm I know you’re not talking about me, at least I actually go down there to fight unlike you in the sidelines.”

It’s always something with you guys istg

He has to admit (but won’t) , he loves watching you destroy the enemy team the way you do from afar. Blood and guts getting in your hair and pretty face. Whenever you catch him staring at you you always give him the finger, makes him chuckle despite how much he ‘hates’ you

Sometimes he has to leave more than piss in his jars

He still kept the enemy streak but it was just to hide his feelings

The mercs get so sick of your guys’s attitude, they practically begged Miss Pauling to send you and sniper off to a mission so they can get a break. She obliged

“Yeah I’m not working with him, sorry! I’d rather go back to juvie than go sleep in his musty van.”

“Bonzy, wouldn’t want to smell your bloody strong perfume all over me van ya whore.”

“I’d rather smell like strong perfume than someone who hangs around piss jars and has coffee breath!!”

Miss Pauling immediately understood why the mercs wanted you guys to go away. And so she forced you to stay in his ‘musty van’ for a week so that you both can go assassinate god knows who. Safe to say it wasn’t an easy trip.

“Ay, I’m gonna go hunt for dinner, you comin’?

“Why the fuck would I wanna go with you?? Bye.”

damn, you didn’t have to end him like that 😭

You felt something when this bitch came back with a 14ft alligator, dragging it by the tail back to the van. You bit your lip staring at him as he wiped the sweat from his forehead

You asked him to hook up, you tried to be subtle but it just turned out uneasy to say the least

“Hey I liked the way you um.. dragged that crocodile back there”

“Chuckle it was a alligator, Sheila”

“Of course you know the difference..”

You blushed, along with him, laughing awkwardly, biting your pink painted thumbnail while he scratched the back of his neck

Cut to you guys waking up naked in his bed all sweaty

Hate fucking or not, now instead of the mercs being annoyed of you hating each other too much, they hate how much you love each other

“Cmon guys not in the goddamn break room..”

“Sorry, I just love his black coffee breath”

“And I love the smell of the perfume I got ya”

“God I fucking hate it when you use Australian slang..”

You still did your thing in the break room

Spy

He has so much hate in his heart for you, and it shows

The difference between him and sniper is that he doesn’t like ANYTHING about you, especially the way you fight

Sure it surprised him when you showed off how you fought, but he didn’t take a liking to it

While trying to sneak up on an enemy sniper, you immediately bashed their head in with your pink hammer. He glared at you so hard

“😐”

“What shitface?? Say something. I got impatient you were taking too long.”

This guy wants nothing to do with you, if you get assigned to a mission together he’ll have his way to sneak out of it.

In the expiration date short you wrote

Fuck you <3

On the paper he handed to everyone along with a drawing of a middle finger for the bucket thing he did

How did he know it was you? You made the hand look exactly like yours, acrylic nails and all.

You and scout started giggling like school girls

“..would anyone else like to insult me??”

soldier slowly raising his hand

Posting on your story in the middle of a battle is such a good way to mess with him, just doing the peace sign while he stays frustrated in the background

‘This old fuck really expects me to kill this big bitch alone 😹😹 Lol he fucking wishes, anyways I’m prob gonna get in trouble bcuz of this but IDRC 💜 #ellieandmasonhouse’

He wants to kill you so bad, sadly you’re one of the most useful mercs on the team. But if you weren’t he’d be so down to kill you

[pigeonpeach]

Mother and Father

A/n: Its genuinely wild to me how i went from like only porn bots following me to like actually 291 followers! It almost doesn’t feel real but I’m so grateful for you all! I held a poll earlier to determine who’d id write for as celebration for the milestone and arlecchino won! So here it is!

Prompt: how I met your mother

Arlecchino x fem reader

Your job wasn’t too easy, but it also wasn’t too hard. You loved kids. You found their antics amusing, you found it hard to suppress a smile when they looked so cute. With Arlecchino’s most recent addition: Lyney and Lynette however is when you truly came out of your shell.

The children watched as you sewed together their favorite teddy bear. A disagreement earlier led to the bear torn right down the middle.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” one child cowered.

“You know better now, you guys have to be careful with these. We don’t get toys too often now.” You gently scolded. The other children seemed a bit surprised. Including the guilty ones.

“So… you aren’t mad?”

“Not that much. You’re kids, its natural that you may wreck your belongings. You must learn to be more careful and how to repair them. But you are too young Talia, I’ll teach you how to sew when you get a bit older. Then you can repair your own toys.” You pat her on the head.

“I’m sorry.. I’ll do better next time.” Talia looked down as you raised her face to meet yours.

“I’m not mad Talia, i just want you to be more careful next time that’s all. Okay?” You changed your tone to be more sweet. Talia teared up a bit. You out the bear aside as you used your hands to wipe her tears, you placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Okay… can I help in some way?” She asked.

“Yes. I want you to gather all the stuffing Mr Bear lost so i can put it back in him. Okay?” You said. She nodded as she set off to retrieve it.

It didn’t take too long for the kids to like you. You were sweet and soft spoken. Your hold was gentle and loving, and they’d come to love your kisses. Especially Lyney.

“Lyney you know you should be asleep, your father won’t like it if you wake up too early.” You gently chided. He stubbornly attached himself to your thigh even more so. “Lyney you know I can’t just stand around all day. I have to make breakfast.” You couldn’t even kneel down.

“No..no… where my lynette… wheres my sister?” He cried. You brushed his hair lovingly.

“Your sister is in the girl’s barracks now. I’m sorry it must be hard to get used to that.” You knelt down carefully as he nuzzled his face against you.

“Can.. I see her? Please?” He looked at you so sweetly how could you resist. You picked him up, resting him against your chest as you headed over to where Lynette would be.

“Just be quiet now. We don’t want to wake anyone up.” You said.

“Why are you up then? Father won’t let us out until 6am.”

“Because I’m her employee, you, are her child. My job is to prepare you all breakfast. And my only help is sick today.” You sighed. Lyney seemed to think for a bit.

“Maybe i could help you?” He said. You thought about it. It would be better than nothing.

“Alright then. Just be sure to not let Father catch you out so late.” You smiled. Opening the door to the girl’s barracks, you noticed Lynette stood up from her bed. Quietly she crawled off her bed and trotted over to you, her little tail swaying in a excited manner. You felt your heart melt seeing how happy she looked to see her brother. This was their first night apart. You gently let Lyney down as he immediately hugged her.

“Brother, did you sleep?” She asked innocently.

“Not well. I kept having nightmares.” He said. She seemed to understand. “Lynette, we must help today.” Lyney leaned into Lynette’s ear “She said she has to prepare breakfast alone.” He said. Lynette seemed to agree.

“Well you don’t have to. You two could just go back to sleep.” You said. They shook their head.

“No no.. we must help.” Lynette said. You sighed. You couldn’t say no to them. They were just cute and determined, Lynette in particular was such a cutie with the bowtie on her tail. You struggled to maintain your composure as your instincts screamed at you to just pepper kisses on her cute little face and hug her tightly. But you held back.

“Alright just be quiet.” You said. The three of you now set off to the kitchen. You realized quickly that it’d be difficult for them to help given how short they are.

Nonetheless the twins were persistent. They cracked the eggs with caution. Lyney eagerly scrambling them as you prepared the wok for it. Its not easy cooking for so many children. But you’ve gotten used to it. A lot of what they eat is prepared by rations sent by various companies partnered with the Fatui. But the children always preferred fresh scrambled eggs than the ones in the rations, you noticed that when you do so they’re far happier and more well behaved. The only problem is how much that requires.

“We’ve finished the first batch.” Lynette held out the bowl of liquid eggs with pride as you smiled. There was thankfully no shells you could spot. But you trusted she would notice. Lynette was the most observant.

“Hmmm.. yes this is satisfactory indeed. Get to start on the next one and we should be finished.” You said.

The children were delighted to have fresh eggs ready for them. Even if they weren’t actually fresh but just warm. You helped portion out each child’s plate which took almost forever. But hearing their happy little ‘thank you’s helped you feel better. The room was filled with chatter and laughter.

“I worry you spoil them too much.”

You jolted as you looked behind you. “A-arlecchino!” You were a bit surprised. “Its just that… they’ve been working so hard lately I wanted to reward them with something small.” You explained, trembling. The children fell silent as they watched with anticipation for her reaction. But Arlecchino didn’t seem upset, nor angry or sinister. She was always hard to read however.

“I see. Children.” She sai, every child looked at her with alertness. “Since your caretaker has gone out of your way to provide you a must delicious meal, I expect no slacking off today’s training yes?” She said with authority.

“Yes father!” The children said in unison.

“You may continue eating.”she then turned to you. “Did.. you buy these eggs yourself?” You nodded. “Your own money correct?” You nodded. She looked over you, her gaze feeling almost… warm? You weren’t too certain. “Don’t work yourself too much next time. If you want to arrange such rewards I’d be happy to help. As long as its within reason of course.” She said with a surprising softness. You gulped.

“Th-thank you. W-would you like some?” You smiled nervously. Little did you know in that moment was the start of her ever growing feelings for you. But she merely shook her head.

“I’ll have whats leftover. I have my own chef so I wouldn’t like to deprive the children of their food.” She said. “Keep up the good work. I’ll be looking forward to it.” She said walking away. You looked on in awe, you knew she was scary yes, but something about her didn’t seem nearly as menacing. You weren’t sure but.. it appears you made a good impression on her. The children looked at you, concerned until you smiled at them.

“And you ordered… 67 bags of flour for the orphans? Yeah right don’t they have rations.” The rude guard said. The seller seemed a bit upset at the guard too.

“I’ve already told you that I work for the house of hearth as a caretaker. What crime could i be committing with this much flour anyways? I paid for it, every cent is paid. What is your deal!” You were annoyed at this rate. The guard seemed to not back down.

“Well how do I know if you have some secret? Huh?”

“LEAVE HER ALONE!” A voice came from the crowd that formed. You recognized it as one of the children you cared for, a teenage boy named Andrej. “You are a officer are you not? Do you not know it is illegal to falsely accuse someone without a trial to prove one’s guilt first? You shameful man! You dare to use your power for what exactly?” You were a bit surprised at his actions. He’d always been so quiet when you handled him, you didn’t know he’d value you so much.

“Why you-“

“He’s right though. What exactly are you doing officer! Picking on innocent civilians!” Another joined in. You recognized them as Danica. The officer quickly seemed surprised.

“Well i-“

“Zip it! Just wait until the Knave finds out the guards have been unjustly harassing her employees.”

“Please calm down you two. There’s no need to get that worked up here.” You said, placing a hand on their shoulders. “We’ll just file a report and be done with it.” The guard looked shock as they backed off.

“Don’t mess with our mother.” Andrej whispered at him.

“Andrej told me you were harassed today?” Arlecchino asked as you just settled in the flours into the walk in pantry.

“Just a powerhungry guard. I can handle it.”

“It isn’t a matter of wether or not you can handle it. Its a matter of why he felt it was okay to do so in the first place.” She stood infront of you. Looking down. “My children adore you alot, they would do anything for you. But they also shouldn’t have to. Rest assured, that man will be dealt with.”

“I don’t want to cause trouble that’s all. I’m not that fragile.” You said.

“Its no trouble to me. You are very important for the children’s wellbeing and morale. Infact I was wondering if you could do full time. Increased pay, more breaks of course. Don’t worry about the walk home at night. You will have a escort.” She said. You felt quite surprised.

“I’ll take you up on that offer then.” You smiled. She seemed to calm down.

“Very good then. Next time, let them your children protect you, its their way of repaying your generosity.” She left then. But you wondered what she meant by ‘your’ children.

“I don’t want him to touch me no please!” You heard little Lynette cry in her sleep. You had been passing the barracks ready to clock out when your maternal instincts kicked in. You bursted through the door rushing to her bed. You sighed in relief seeing she was okay.

“Lynette?” You called. She moved in her sleep. “Lynette!” You sat by her side until she woke up. Her eyes teary as she backed away. “Its just me sweetie. Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you.” You offered your hand to her, to your surprise she rubbed her face against it. She wiped her tears as she came closer to you.

“I had a scary dream.. that’s all.” She said.

“I know.. do you want to tell me about it?” You asked. She shook her head. “Alright then, how about I make you some tea?”

“Tea?” She asked. “Isn’t that for staying up? That’s what father drinks.”

“There’s a special one I have, its to relax yourself. Come.” You stood up, she followed suit as the other girls sneakily watched.

You set the kettle on the stove as you showed her the packet.

“This is the special tea, you don’t use this if you want to stay awake. See the packaging is purple. Use it sparingly though. Now we boil the water and when its warm enough we just add it in. You’ll see.” You said, Lynette watched observantly. You could still see she was a little bit shaken up.

“Can I ask you something?” Lynette seemed nervous, though her face was stoic, her hands fidgeted with her bow.

“Of course dear.” You smiled warmly at her. Unbeknownst to you some of the other girls had snuck out to head your conversation. Many unable to sleep as well.

“Father is.. well our father. Because she provides for us and guides us. I once heard that a mother is the one who gives warmth and love to a child.. you fit that definition perfectly to me.. it feels wrong to call you miss or caretaker so much… could I call you mother?” She asked. Your heart soared. You took a minute to steady yourself. “Did i say something wrong?”

“No-no… its just..” you wipe a tear before she could spot it. “I’d love that Lynette. I don’t mind being called mother if that’s what you or anyone else wants to call me.” You said smiling.

“But why are you crying then?” Another voice asked. A little girl hiding in the shadows with a few others.

“How ling have you been there.” You said confused.

“We couldn’t sleep.. we just wanted some tea too.” The other girl said.

“Very well. Don’t make this too much of a habit though. We don’t have enough teabags for everyone to have tea time.” You said.

As Arlecchino walked the halls intending to just head to her sleeping quarters, the echo of laughter came from downstairs. Skeptical she immediately descended the stairs, pausing to watch as you sat with 5 little girls in a circle drinking tea.

“See you hold out your pinky like this, then you take a few sips at a time.” You whispered. The girls followed suit. Arlecchino leaned against the wall as she felt a sense of pride in her cold heart. Something about you was warm, warmer than her vision, warmer than the sun, and gentler than any cotton. Something about you made her forget the curfew as she focused on how domestic of a scene it was. In that moment you weren’t her caretaker or her employee, but the mother to her children.

“Like this?” A older girl showed her cup. They were empty currently as you waited for the water to cool. The cup slanted, if it was full it would’ve scorched her lap. But you had been clever not to allow so.

“You still use your other fingers Tanya. Oh see, Lynette had got it.” You smiled. The other girls followed suit.

“What do adults use teatime for? It seems so long..”

“Well typically you do so to relax and unwind if you’re alone, or to talk with other adults in a more causal but still refined setting.” You explained.

“What do they talk about then?” Lynette asked. Arlecchino noticed how her tail would curve slightly as she and the rest of the children sat at one of the dinning tables.

“Buisness, personal life… boring stuff. But sometimes its gossip.” You smile. The girls seem intrigued.

“What kind?”

“Well.. I heard that allegedly, miss Trudane, a very upperlady, may have altered her unwed brother’s will to make herself the sole beneficiary to his estate.” You smile. The girls light up in shock and intrigue.

“Really? Wait is that true?”

“Sh! Mother said to be quiet remember.”

Arlecchino felt herself soften at that. The children we’re referring to her as mother.. if she was their father and they their mother then.. her heart blossomed as she clutched her chest composing herself. She strode in catching the group by surprise.

“Father.” The girls lowered their heads.

“I’m actually rather curious, how do you know that?” Arlecchino asked looking at you.

“O-oh well it is just gossip. I heard it through the grapevine that’s all.” You said nervously.

“Do you by chance have another cup available? I’d like some tea myself if you wouldn’t mind.” She said. The children seemed surprised and almost excited as you quickly agreed. Getting up to get another cup while she sat next to where you did. Lynette looking up at her with curiosity.

“Y-you’re not mad?”

“No. I myself couldn’t sleep actually. So I’ll let this slide, don’t let this become a habit.” She said.

After sending the children to bed you and Arlecchino were left. You kissed each girl on the forehead while she watched from the doorway. Sense of comfort placated her as she thought of you. How she wished she had a figure like you when she was younger. How you now provide a loving mother figure for her children that she has thought of being. You both exit closing the door.

“Its late, If you want I could escort you myself, or you could stay the night.” She offered.

“S-stay?”

“I have a guest room you can stay in. Its in the upper levels though.” She said. You noticed it began to rain outside.

“I suppose I’d have to… by the way.. did you hear the conversation where they asked to call me.. mother?” You asked.

“I didn’t but I see no problems with it. The children have been robbed of any normal family life, abandoned by their societies with no love in sight, how could I ever deny them a mother when they have you. You work so hard to make sure each one is loved and cared for.. I have a great deal of respect for you.” Your heart raced seeing her smile, a gentle and genuine warmth from her.

“Thank you. That- that means alot to me.” Your cheeks dusted with pink as you smiled.

You truly became irreplaceable in the eyes of your children. They all clamored to protect you at any given moment. You noticed while cleaning up some drawings what looked to be picture of you and Arlecchino, side by side like husband and and wife. In the style that many family portraits are often drawn. You felt a little warm thinking about it. Arlecchino is a terrifying woman yes but… she is so kind to you. She is so soft and gentle with you, she protects you, you feel very safe in her presence nowadays. And the children, they’ve become more happy with you around. They call you mother and her father, a bond that is almost romantic to you. Its almost a bit embarrassing to you because you two aren’t romantically involved. Yet it seems now the children expect it.. Today would be mother’s day, and you anticipated having alot of gifts.

You actually underestimated how many you would receive. A plethora of drawings you planned on putting in a scrapbook, a surprising amount of jewelry that the children would combine their savings to afford, and even a little origami crane from some of the creative children. Freminet’s gift was quite noteworthy to you as he gave you the most pretty clam you had seem. Lyney and Lynette had gifted you a most beautiful earring set along with heartfelt letters that had you in tears. The excitement died down however as the children were sent for today’s training session. You watched from afar as the kids participated in physical activities. To your surprise Arlecchino came over to you once more, in her hands she held a most delicate box. You were a bit confused.

“Its only appropriate I award the mother of my children handsomely. It is mother’s day afterall, so take this as a token of my gratitude.” She said. You carefully took it. The children from afar noticed you two as some watched expectantly.

“Are they going to kiss?” Talia whispered.

“Shh!”

Your jaw dropped seeing the most intricate necklace. It fit your style nicely as she smiled at you with the most soft of looks you had seen in anyone. Your heart beat fast as you noticed the slight red in her cheeks.

“Thank you so much.. I- i truly cannot thank you enough..” you smiled gratefully at her. In that moment there was a sense of love you felt, her hands gently taking the necklace from its box.

“Here let me put it on you.” She said. Her fingertips brushing against your skin as you realized she wasn’t wearing gloves. Oh how your heart raced as you looked in the mirror she offered.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” You said instinctively hugging her. Her hands in turn wrapped around your body.

“They’re hugging! Oh my gosh!”

“Talia be quiet father will hear you!”

Arlecchino’s gifts didn’t stop at mother’s day however. You frequently received flowers from her that you often used to decorate the house of hearth’s barracks or play areas, mainly because you ran out of space in your own home. Besides, you had been spending so much time here now that your house felt more like a hotel than a home at times. You were reading a book silently as the children gathered around reading in silence.

“Mother..” Lyney shamefully approached you as lynettr and freminet had their heads down. “Could I.. confess something to you?” You felt skeptical. What could he have done to warrant such shame? They weren’t troublemakers by any means, if he broke something then he wouldn’t be this upset…

“Go on.” You placed a book mark as you listened to him carefully. He leaned into your ear to whisper: “Lynette and I snuck in a stray cat we found.. and we have fed it for awhile now keeping it in the barracks.. but it must’ve gotten out because we can’t find it anywhere. Have you heard anything?”

“I know it was wrong but.. I couldn’t bare to see such a creature be homeless.” Freminet mumbled. You smiled.

“Oh dear you should’ve told me! I could’ve taken in the kitty myself and bring him with me here! But I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind having a cat here.” You patted his head. “I’ll help you look for him, you keep looking down here, I’ll go check out the upstairs.” You had a feeling the cat might’ve gone there.

Recently you had been allowed up there more and more so you simply bypassed the guards. You realized however you wouldn’t be allowed to check the rooms. You asked around finding nothing, you took a deep breath before knocking at Arlecchino’s office.

“Come in.” You opened the door to see the cat in question lounging on her lap. “I assume the children are looking for he correct?” She said, gently petting the cat.

“Yes actually. Could I convince you to let them keep her?” You sat across from her. You could hear the kitty purring in her lap.

“Of course.”

“You see-oh. I didn’t expect you would agree so easily.”

“Well, a cat is a useful companion. I’ve seen how the children try to sneak in strays or have formed close bonds with them and I see no reason to deprive them of those bonds. We can’t take in every stray yes but I have no reason to prevent them from bringing a cat. Dogs are another issue, they cause messes and may be more difficult. But this cat is quite well behaved. In fact, she came in here herself.” Arlecchino “she may be good for mice control too. In the winter months is when mice tend to invade homes more. So her timing is perfect. Besides, she is such a beautiful tabby. Orange females are quite rare.” You relaxed seeing how she seemed quite fond of the kitty.

“That’s a relief, I’ll let Lyney know the cat is safe with you.”

“Actually could you take her with you? I have to leave in a bit and she won’t get up on her own accord.”

“Of course.” You approached her to scoop the kitty up as it meowed in confusion. Arlecchino’s eyes were on your chest that became slightly more exposed as you leaned down. “Thank you again Arlecchino, I’ll make sure that cat doesn’t trouble you.”

“Its no problem at all. So long as she makes you and the children happy.” Arlecchino smiles.

“Mother… why don’t you and father kiss?” That question had you shocked. You looked at the child in question as you tried to figure a way to explain it.

“Yeah mommies and daddies always kiss. That’s what my friend told me..”

“Maybe they kiss in private?”

“We don’t kiss no.. your father and I aren’t in a relationship like that.” You cleared your throat trying to regain composure. The children seemed a bit sad at that.

“Why not?” One kid asked.

“Because we just aren’t. Now go play with that cat.. or something.” You quickly took a step back to compose yourself. Watching the kids interact with each other as you fanned your face trying to calm down. But why did the thought or suggestion of that even make you feel this way? How come you felt so warm in the face? You sighed as you tried to clear your head of it.

Were you in love with her? Your boss? A literal harbinger? You knew people died by her hand.. but.. the way she holds little Lynette’s hand.. the way she her hands may suddenly find themselves on your shoulder slowly becoming more of a familiar sensation, her presence doesn’t actually frighten you as much as it used to. You’re more nervous if anything, that she’ll see through your eyes how you truly feel about her. The kids love you two, calling you mother and her father, she refers to you as the “mother of her children”! How could you not feel so tingly and feathery inside! She’s become so alluring too. You once found her scary and intimidating but now… oh you secretly crave her. She is such a menacing woman.. is it bad that you want her? Your employer?

You sighed as you were taking your break, getting lunch at a simple cafe with a nice coffee to clear your mind. You thought about your children with her, not by blood yes but by heart. They call you mother, they bring you gifts, your birthday is never forgotten anymore. You’ve truly come to see them as your own now. You have to remind yourself at times that you didn’t bare these children. That some heartless people let them sat on the streets without taking them home, you could never imagine so. Especially Lynette and Lyney, a most adorable duo. How could anyone ever hurt such innocent souls?

From what you know, the previous Father was far crueler than her. Freminet told you of how he scolded them for crying or weakness, how he lied about his mother’s death to him.. how Arlecchino had slain him and taken his place, how she had slain the man who tried to hurt Lynette… you felt a bit warm knowing the children had such a fearless protector now. And you too were apart of the family she established… maybe its not the worst thing to be in love with your employer, especially in these circumstances. But for the sake of your job and your work relationship you simply can never act on these feelings. You don’t want to ruin things between you and her..

“You called?” You opened the door to her office. You noted how Arlecchino’s blazer wasn’t on. Revealing her under shirt… her dark hands.. oh… should you really be looking?

“Yes I did, come in. I don’t bite.” She said. You approached her timidly. “I just wanted to reward you for such hard work. You’ve truly helped shape this place into a far more comfortable environment. I almost feel envious that it wasn’t like this when I was growing up.” She smiled at you. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered uncomfortably so.

“That means alot to me. I really just have a soft spot for children.. I adore them greatly and.. it hurt to see them be in such pain.” You said.

“Yes. But I wanted to invite you to dinner sometime.” She said. You froze.

“Dinner?” You said. She nodded.

“Yes, You’ve done so much for me that I feel as though I’m in your debt almost. You’ve gotten even the most disrespectful of children under control and you single handedly made this a home rather than a house for these children. I feel as though as the father I must reward you even more than I have.” She said, relishing in the slight red on your cheeks.

“I-i see.. but the children seem to think of us as… partners… I haven’t really been able to properly explain to them that we aren’t… you know.. dating..” you said.

“I don’t mind that assumption, that is if you’re fine with it.” She replied. You felt even more nervous. “Do you want to go to dinner with me? I’ll have a reservation for the most extravagant of restaurants. I’ll pay for the bill of course.”

Your mind raced, was this a confession?

“I’d love to.. if you’re fine wit-“

“I’m with it. I wouldn’t offer this if I wasn’t.” She assured. You felt such a rush of adrenaline.

“Th-thank you.. I- I.. I look forward to it.”

“If you want you could spent the night here.” Arlecchino offered. “I’ll let you stay in my room. I’m going to be spending most of my time in the office anyways”

“I.. if you’re okay with that then sure..” you said nervously. It was pouring outside as you debated how to get home at this hour. You followed her upstairs as you felt a bit nervous. This was a big step in your relationship afterall. Sleeping in her bed.. it feels so intimate.

“Here.” She opened the door to her bedroom. It was incredibly red, it was very intricate and detailed as you would expect a harbinger to have. The pillows more for decoration than comfort. You looked around as she watched you awe the room. “You can sleep on here whenever you like, as long as you aren’t working of course. But make yourself at home here.”

“I will thank you.” You said. She closed the door, her high heels clicked as she went to her office. You felt so timid. You looked in the closet out of curiosity, noticing there was two. They were both huge but one was empty. You realized she probably got the other for your clothes.. it made sense. You would eventually move in of course but it almost delighted you to know how thoughtful she was. She was already planning ahead.

That night you woke up to the door slamming. You jolted awake to see Arlecchino closed the door quickly as she undressed almost immediately. You felt quite flustered as she seemed to pay you no mind. She didn’t seem in the mood for conversation now so maybe you should keep quiet. You laid back, the moonlight was the only light as you noticed the unmistakable red stain coating the sleeves of her jacket. She then paused, turning to you.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” She said in a low voice.

“I- just… um..” I’m a little startled that’s all.” You said.

“You should get used to it. This home I’ve made is still nonetheless a fatui organization.” She said, she didn’t seem like she was in a good mood at all.

“I know… how often do you come home like this?” You ask.

“Ideally not so much. But realistically its not uncommon.” She answered. You nervously bit your lip as silence settled between us. Once cleaned and changed however she sighed. “I’m sorry if I frightened you.” She walked over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“No no you’re right. I should just get used to this.” You said. She seemed pleased with that response.

“I have some things to finish up before bed, best not to wait for me now.” She said before leacinf without another word. You silently wondered if you had known what you were getting into by accepting her offer. But it was too late now. You weren’t going to ditch now. You’ll get through it, this time with her by your side.

[flemingsfreckles]

Replacement Part 4

Read the rest of the series here

Warnings: cursing, injury to reader, mentions of blood, needles, stitches

WC: 3.4k

A/N: hello 👋

It was well after training had ended and you still found yourself standing on the pitch, drenched in sweat. Twice you had missed an opportunity to score on Saturday so here you were, for the third time this week, staying late practicing the shot over and over. You wanted to perfect it before your game in two days.

So here you were, practicing, making sure you wouldn’t mess up again, you had to prove yourself instead of looking foolish missing twice only for Jessie to come in at the half for you and make a similar shot with ease.

“You’re turning off the ball too quickly.” A voice you didn’t want to hear spoke from behind you. You could already feel your frustration beginning to build. Clenching your fists you take a deep breath trying to focus on the ball in front of you. You take another shot, watching as it tails away again. You turn and give Jessie a sharp look, hoping she’ll get the hint to leave. Instead she continues to speak to you. “I know because I used to do the same thing.”

“I really don't want your help Fleming, I can figure this out on my own.” She doesn’t see the way you roll your eyes at her when you turn back to face the goal.

“I’m just offering. I know we’re not friends and whatever you said, but you do realize we're on the same team right?” You take a deep breath, trying to block out the Canadian behind you. You take another shot, this one misses high, knowing Jessie is standing behind you watching has you a mess.

When you turn to grab another ball you acknowledge Jessie again. “Yeah I know we’re on the same team, thanks, I’m not stupid. It just doesn’t always feel like that when it seems like all I do with you is fight for playing time, which is your fault because you decided to come here.”

You notice you must’ve struck a cord within Jessie, her typical calm demeanor shifting, she looked upset, not sad, but angry. “Look I didn’t join this team with the sole intention of taking someone’s spot!” She throws her hands out.

“Then why’d you come here? You came for playing time, you came to be a starter right? You saw Portland had a weak link in the midfield and you saw your opportunity.”

“Is that why you hate me so much? You think I came here to take your spot?” Jessie’s tone shifts from anger to one of hurt.

Her words cut deep. The sadness in her eyes obvious.

“I don’t hate you.” You didn’t, you didn’t like the girl but the more and more time you spent around her, you hated her less and less. On the pitch you couldn’t stand her but in the locker room and at team dinners, she wasn’t the girl you hated. She made you laugh, she made you smile, and she gave you that stupid warm feeling.

“It sure feels like you do. All I’ve wanted was to get to know you! Since day one you’ve ignored me, you don’t think I’m stupid enough to believe that you just forgot to respond to my texts that first day. You don’t think I notice how short you are with me? And then I see you off with anyone else on this team and you’re completely different. All I want is to get to know you, and you won’t let me!” Jessie’s waving her hands around as she speaks to you.

“Janine spoke so highly of you on and off the pitch, I was so excited to come meet you and get to play with you and then I get here and you’re not at all like she said. She was so excited for us to meet, I think she thought we’d get on really well together. Even she’s noticed your behavior, she knows this isn’t how you usually are. I’m sorry that you maybe felt threatened with my move here, I promise it had nothing to do with you. I would never intentionally go to a team to take someone’s spot. I wanted more playing time, but I never had a negative motive against you or anyone on this team. I wouldn’t be offering advice if I wanted your spot!”

You hear her, she’s only explaining herself. She was right, it wasn’t fair for you to act how you did, but I you felt threatened and still did by the girl. “Whatever, I don’t need your help.”

Jessie provides her insight anyway, pushing your emotions to a greater level. “Just keep your momentum forward for maybe half a second longer, you’re pulling off.”

“Shut up!”

“Don’t tell me to shut up, I’m trying to help you! I’ve been through this, Sinc walked me through the problem, let me help you and you’ll make those shots next time.”

“I already said I didn’t want the help!” You turn screaming at Jessie. Your anger towards the girl finally breaking through. You couldn’t stand her being here acting like she knew all the answers. Jessie stares at you, dumbfounded at the way you had just yelled at her. You both just look at each other. You were a little shocked by your own actions, you rarely even raised your voice at anyone, let alone screamed at them.

The longer you look at her the more the guilt begins to set in. You had been nothing but an asshole to her since she arrived. Here she was, trying to help you, being nothing but nice to you, day after day as you continued to be terrible.

“Sorry.” You whisper, looking at the ground.

“Just try it.” She gives you a sad smile before turning and walking away, her head down.

When Jessie finally leaves, you placed the ball back down. You thought about her words, you didn’t want her to be right but she probably was. You hated that she was going to be right, you’d just wait an extra half of a second, the ball would go in. You look at the ball in front of you then at the goal then back at the ball. You couldn’t let her be right. So you didn’t, you walked up, grabbed the ball and headed toward the locker room.

You never gave yourself a chance to find out if Jessie was right about your shot. The next day you decided to have some grace with yourself, going home once training was over and before you knew it you found yourself parking your car at the stadium to start your pre-match work.

Much to your surprise, when you walked into the locker room for Sunday’s game, you found your name on the starting lineup. Adding to your surprise, two names below your own, Jessie’s was listed.

“Oh that’s different.” Sam’s voice comes from behind you, seeing the three of your names listed as the starting midfield. “Are you going to be able to handle that?”

“Handle what?” Jessie’s voice joins in behind you. “Oh, well that’s new.” She says as she also notices the changes in lineup. The three of you had practiced in this formation a few times, but it definitely wasn’t the formation you had expected for game day.

“Oh just, her not being center mid anymore, being more on the wing, just sort of newer stuff, I mean it’s new for all of us.” You knew that Sam was lying, she meant to be asking if you could handle being with Jessie.

“She’ll be fine. She’s smart.” Jessie says and you feel a hand pat you on the back, you’re not sure if it’s Sam’s or Jessie’s.

The first half was uneventful for you, spending your time running back and forth, seeing a couple passes, making a couple passes. But you found yourself on the ground for most of the game. Getting tripped up a few times and more often than not being taken out by tackles. It was beyond frustrating, ending up face down on the ground, you knew you’d be bruised and scratched up tomorrow. Being tackled frustrated you on its own, but blatant fouls being ignored frustrated you even more.

Your teammates were starting to get sick of it too. At halftime a few of them came to check on you, making comments that it’s crazy none of them are being called as fouls, telling you to keep it up and they were proud of you for playing through the apparent beating your body was taking.

Sam even made a threatening comment to the previous girl who fouled you early into the second half before she came to your side.

“That one was some bullshit.” Sam said as she extended her hand out to you, you had made the mistake of staying on the ground too long, causing the whistle to blow.

“It’s fine, feels a little targeted, but it’s fine.” You reach down to wipe the dirt and grass off your legs before giving a thumbs up to the sidelines where your coach and the training team stood ready to come check on you. You seemed to be the only one ending up on the ground this much, the only one being tackled this hard. Sam and Jessie had both taken a few, but not nearly as many.

“I know kid, Sinc’s already had some words with the refs about it.” You cringe at the childish nickname but nod at Sam. As play starts up again, you could help but notice how calm it felt being on the field despite all the physicality. Sam was always where you needed her for a pass, as was Jessie. It felt like Jessie always knew where you were going to be, even before you did. It felt easy playing with her. Your team was up 2-0, Jessie having one assist, you having the other, Sophia having both goals, it felt easy.

Maybe playing with her wouldn’t be the worst thing.

You would’ve liked the chance to score yourself but the opportunity had yet to present itself. That was until the last 20 minutes of game time. You look across to Jessie, she looks to you for a second before sending the ball your way. You were open, you had space, you also had an open line to the goal. A similar line you had last game when you missed both shots. Jessie’s words from the other day flash through your mind.

“Keep your momentum forward.”

Just as you go to take the shot, you’re sent flying forward into the ground, the ball getting away from you and you end up in a tangled heap with a KC player. A sharp pain in your back and face take the air from your lungs. You hear a whistle and the girl on top of you scrambles to get up and leaves you without a word. You’re too busy trying to ignore the sting on the side of your face and the soreness in your ribs to see the girl being shown a yellow card.

“What the fuck is your problem!” You pick your head up at the sound of yelling next to you. You see a pair of white boots stomp by you, followed quickly by two other pairs running after the first. When you pick up your head you see Jessie making her way to a group of KC players. She’s being quickly followed by Janine and Becky who are both calling at her to leave it be.

“You alright?” Coffey is once again at your side, hand pressing on your back. When you pick your face up to look at her she winces and quickly waves to the sidelines. “You’re bleeding.” She points to her own cheek, you start to bring your hand to wipe it before Sam grabs your wrist and shakes her head at you.

You take a deep breath before rolling over and taking her hand to stand up. You took a second to check out your body, you were sore overall, a little winded from the hit but nothing on an unbearable level. “Did that one at least get called?” Sam starts to nod before both of your attention is brought back to the yelling going on between your teammates and the other team.

“That was dirty and you know it, you fucking hit her from behind.” Jessie’s got her finger pointing at the girl's chest. “You’re lucky you’re getting away with just a yellow, that should be a red.” She looks at the referee trying to plead her case that the girl should be given a harsher punishment.

You watch as Janine and Becky try to put themselves between Jessie and the other girl, both of them failing as the two girls keep shouting at each other.

Your eyes are pulled away from Jessie as the trainers start assessing your face, holding gauze to the cut. They start asking how you’re feeling, if you hit your head, if you feel dizzy, all to which you say no, trying to get them to let you play again.

“You’ll probably need a stitch or two in this.” One of the trainers says to you as he pulls the gauze back from your face. You barely hear what he says as you get distracted by the sound of a whistle and commotion to your left, you watch as a girl from the Current shoves Jessie on the shoulders causing her to stumble back. Once she regains her balance, she immediately lunges back at the girl, getting her hand on the girl’s shirt collar only to be grabbed around the waist by Janine and physically pulled back. Janine drags Jessie back to where the rest of your team stood waiting. Jessie is now yelling at Janine to let her go and let her show the girl what a dirty play can look like.

The trainers keep wiping at your face, checking over the rest of your body for injuries, but your eyes are too busy locked on Jessie to care what they were doing. You can’t help but feel relaxed at Jessie’s behavior, knowing she was sticking up for you, that relaxation only lasts a moment as it quickly becomes guilt as Jessie is shown a red card. She’s been kicked out of the game because of you.

She quickly walks off the pitch, turning and shouting something as the Current player who pushed, who was making her own way into the visitors locker room, you assume she was shown a red too.

“We’re going to take you off, get this fixed up now.” You hear the assistant coach say behind you.

“No!” You try to argue but you also know there’s no point, it wouldn’t make a difference. Feeling defeated you follow the trainer off the pitch, holding gauze to your own cheek.

You walk down the tunnel and into the locker room, you pass by Jessie giving her a quick glimpse. She still looks angry but her expression softens when she sees you and turns to a look of concern. You turn into the training room and hop onto the table. The trainer takes the gauze from you and moves across the room to grab more tools. The team doctor walks in shortly after and Jessie’s head pops around the corner.

“Hey, oh.” She says, her eyes catching the cut on your face.

“Hey.” You respond, not sure how to interact with the girl. The doctor comes and stands between the two of you, gently looking at your cheek. You wince as he pulls at the skin.

“Probably just two stitches, could be three, unfortunately it’s too deep to glue.”

“Oh.” You say, you hated needles, absolutely hated them, they made your knees feel weak and your vision tunnel. “Can I lay down when you do it? I just don’t always do well with needles.” You knew better to ask now than when you started feeling faint mid-stitch a needle in your face. He nods and gestures to the pillow already on the bed. You lay down, putting your cheek with the cut face up. You close your eyes and try to relax yourself, two stitches would be quick, you’d be fine.

Suddenly having the feeling that someone was watching you, you open your eyes, expecting to see the doctor again. You confirm your feelings when you open your eyes, but instead of the doctor, it’s Jessie. She was now sitting in a chair by your head looking at you. You’re about to open your mouth when the doctor returns.

He sets up everything before turning to you. “Ready? Couple small pinches to numb, then we’ll wait a second, I’ll make sure you can’t feel anything and I’ll get you fixed up.”

You nod and watch as Jessie extends a hand to you. You look at her hand then back at her face. “If you want something to squeeze.” She says before adding, “if not that’s fine, I know it’s maybe silly but just thought I’d offer.” Before you can think you reach your own hand out, taking hers in yours. You squeeze it tight as you feel the doctor begin numbing your cheek. She gives you a soft squeeze back.

You focus on breathing, trying to ignore the feeling on your cheek. You also try to ignore the feeling of Jessie’s hand in yours. The way her thumb gently circled your skin, the way her fingers held tightly on yours. Breathing in and out, in and out. It’s only a few moments later that the doctor places his hand on your shoulder and tells you he’s done before he walks away to clean up. You feel Jessie’s grip on your hand relax, reminding you to take your own hand back from her. That’s when you realize how clammy and sweaty your hands were.

“Sorry, didn’t realize my hands were so sweaty.” You wipe your palms on your shorts, embarrassed that you probably gotJessie’s hands wet.

“No worries.” Jessie gives you a smile as she pushes herself up from the chair. “How are you feeling? I didn’t even know you got a cut.”

You laugh a bit at her comment. “I know, you were too busy trying to rip that girl's head off.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened there.” She looks at the ground, kicking the leg of the chair with her foot. “It was just pretty a dirty hit, she could’ve seriously injured you, and they hadn’t left you alone all game, I just got a little frustrated.”

“It’s fine, it happens to everyone at some point.” You’re about to thank her, tell her that it felt nice knowing she was looking out for you when Sam comes through the door, followed by a few more teammates. Jessie gives you a quick pat on the leg and heads over to begin her recovery.

“That’ll leave a scar.” Sam says looking at the fresh stitches in your cheek.

You hadn’t even thought about that, you’d have a permanent reminder of this game. A game that while successful in terms of your passing efficiency and the assist, you’d rather forget. “I hope not.”

“Hey, people think scars are hot, it wouldn’t be the worst thing ever.” There's a silence between the two of you which is filled with the commotion and conversations being held by your teammates. “So, are you two good now? You two looked good playing off each other.” Sam glances to where Jessie had been standing when she walked in.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, you weren’t sure how to sort your feelings, it had been easy playing with her, you didn’t feel like she was a threat to you, she felt like a teammate for the first time.

“You know, I think there’s a reason she did it.” Sam has a sly smile on her face as she looks at you, then over to where Jessie is getting an ice bath set up.

“Why’s that?”

“Oh come on, the coffees, the muffins, the way she wanted to talk with you constantly on our little midfield bonding, now she's being protective, are you blind?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Sam, I don't know what you’re talking about.” Maybe you had hit your head but you weren’t able to figure out what Sam was getting at.

“I'm just saying, I think there’s something there, a little crush.”

You stare back at Sam, you can begin to hear your parents voices again, you knew what Sam was implying but that couldn’t be true. Jessie couldn’t have a crush on you, you definitely didn’t have a crush on her, or anyone.

“I’ve got to go stretch.” You hop off the bed and move to grab a mat and begin stretching across the room in your own corner of solitude. Your mind wanders to the yelling match with Jessie, how she told you how all she wanted was to get to know you, it seemed friendly.

Was it not friendly? Did she mean something more by that? Did she share the same confused feelings as you did? Did she also have the warm tingle when she saw you? Did she also feel terrified of what it meant?

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In the Space Between Us: Chapter 13

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Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Gabby meets the rest of Glen's family.

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Warnings: Mentions of Parental Loss.

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Glen parked his truck in the driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires. He turned off the engine and glanced over at Gabby, noticing how her shoulders were just a bit stiff. Her hands rested in her lap, but the slight tension in her posture didn’t escape him.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice low but warm.

Gabby gave him a small smile, but there was an edge of nervousness in her eyes. "Yeah," she said, though it was more of a half-hearted confirmation. "I think so."

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's gonna be fine."

She nodded, but he could tell it wasn't the confidence she wanted to show. He didn’t push her, instead offering her a soft, understanding smile before climbing out of the truck and meeting her at the door.

With one last glance at her, he took her hand, the weight of it grounding her, and led her toward the house. As they approached the front door, Brisket started running full speed inside, his tail wagging like a blur. Glen opened the front door and Brisket made his way straight through the door rushing inside.

As they pulled away, Glen Sr., his dad, emerged from the kitchen, a welcoming smile on his face. He extended his hand to Gabby, his voice deep and kind. “Nice to meet you, Gabby. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Gabby shook his hand, a little more formal, but the smile she gave him was sincere. “Nice to meet you too, sir.”

Glen watched them interact, feeling a mix of pride and relief. It was the first time Gabby had met his dad, and though she seemed a little quiet, it was going smoothly.

“Let’s go see if Mom needs any help in the kitchen,” Glen said, giving his dad a brief nod. “You good with that?”

Gabby glanced at him and nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Glen led her toward the kitchen, where Cyndy was already busy preparing lunch. “Gabby if you want to come help with the potatoes I could use a hand. Glen, honey, would you mind setting the table,” she said with a smile.

Gabby and Cyndy worked side by side, chatting comfortably as Cyndy showed Gabby how to make her “famous” mashed potatoes just right.

After finishing setting the table, Glen leaned against the counter, surveying the scene. Gabby was laughing quietly with Cyndy about something he hadn’t quite caught. The ease between the two women was obvious, and that put him at ease. A small smile tugged at his lips. Gabby was doing great so far. 

Just then, the front door opened again, and Leslie, Glen’s younger sister, arrived. She smiled brightly as she spotted Glen, rushing over to give him a big hug. “Hey, big brother!”

Leslie pulled away and turned her attention to Gabby, her smile widening as she extended a hand. “Hi, I’m Leslie. Glen’s much cooler younger sister.”

Gabby laughed, shaking her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Gabby.”

“Oh, trust me, we’ve all heard about you,” Leslie said with a playful glint in her eye.

“Alright, Leslie, don’t scare her off,” Glen said with a mock warning tone, earning a laugh from his sister.

Before Leslie could say something else, the front door swung open again. A blonde woman came into the kitchen, her lips curving into a smile when she saw Gabby and Glen.

“Good to see you, little bro,” the woman teased giving him a playful nudge before turning her attention to Gabby. “And you must be Gabby. I’m Lauren—the responsible older sibling.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Gabby said, smiling as Lauren offered her hand.

Lauren shook her hand firmly but quickly turned back to Glen with a mischievous grin. “So, this is the girl who’s somehow putting up with you? Miracles do exist.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Glen replied dryly, though his lips twitched with amusement.

“Uncle Boom Boom!” a pair of high-pitched voices suddenly rang out, drawing everyone’s attention to the hallway.

Glen barely had time to turn before two small figures barreled toward him—a boy and a girl, their matching smiles wide with excitement.

“Whoa, hey, slow down!” Glen said, laughing as he crouched to meet the twins at their level. “How are my favorite little troublemakers?”

The twins tackled him in a giggling hug, their arms wrapping around his neck. “We missed you!” his nephew said, while his niece chimed in with, “You promised to play with us!”

“I always keep my promises,” Glen said, ruffling their hair. “But you gotta give me a second to say hi to everyone else first, okay?”

Gabby took a small step back, watching the scene unfold with a soft smile. It was like watching a switch flip in Glen—the way he seamlessly shifted from composed boyfriend to caring brother, to fun, goofy uncle. His grin widened as he teased the twins, tickling their sides and making them squeal with laughter.

Lauren sidled up next to Gabby, nudging her gently. “He’s a natural with them, isn’t he?”

Gabby nodded, her chest tightening at the sight. “He really is.”

“And just wait—those two are going to be glued to him all day,” Lauren added with a laugh. “It’s like he’s their personal jungle gym.”

Gabby chuckled, her nerves easing as she watched Glen scoop the twins up, one under each arm, and carry them toward the living room, their laughter filling the house.

Lauren’s eyes shifted to Gabby, a sly smile creeping onto her face. “So, Gabby, has Glen told you that Mom’s homemade rolls are basically a rite of passage? If you survive the food coma that follows, you officially become part of the family.”

“Food coma?” Gabby asked, intrigued.

“Oh yeah! They’re so good it’s impossible to eat just one. We all end up with a food coma after one of Mom’s meals.”

Gabby laughed softly, her nerves slowly unraveling as the sisters’ teasing banter filled the room. “Well, I think I’m up for the challenge,” she said, glancing over at Cyndy.

“Oh, she’ll do fine,” Cyndy said with a knowing smile. “Besides, she already passed the harder test—Glen brought her home.”

“That is saying something,” Leslie added with a grin. “He doesn’t usually bring people around.”

Gabby’s cheeks flushed, but Cyndy waved off her daughters with a chuckle. “Don’t listen to them, Gabby. They just like to give their brother a hard time.”

“It’s a sibling duty,” Lauren added, taking a sip of her coffee. Then, with a teasing glint in her eye, she said, “But seriously, Glen’s been a different guy lately. Happier. Relaxed.”

Gabby felt her cheeks grow warmer, but she managed a shy smile. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Oh, it is,” Cyndy said warmly. “You’ve got him smiling more than I’ve seen in years. That’s a very good thing.”

The conversation flowed naturally from there, with Cyndy recounting childhood stories about Glen, and Leslie jumping in with exaggerated embellishments that had Gabby laughing despite her lingering nerves. Lauren chimed in with tales of Glen’s high school escapades, including an ill-fated attempt at building a treehouse that left him with a sprained ankle and a bruised ego.

“I told him not to climb on a ladder with one hand holding a toolbox,” Cyndy said, shaking her head.

“But does Glen ever listen?” Leslie added with a smirk.

Gabby couldn’t help but laugh, her nerves easing further as the sisters’ teasing painted a vivid picture of Glen’s childhood.

Through it all, the sound of laughter from the living room drifted into the kitchen, mingling with their own. Gabby glanced toward the doorway and caught a glimpse of Glen chasing the twins around the couch, their giggles echoing through the house.

“You know,” Cyndy said, drawing Gabby’s attention back, “you fit in here like you’ve always been part of the family.”

The sincerity in her voice caught Gabby off guard, and her throat tightened as she blinked back the sudden rush of emotion. She managed a soft, “Thank you,” her voice barely above a whisper.

Cyndy reached over and patted her hand gently. “No need to thank me, sweetheart.”

Gabby felt the truth of those words settle deep in her chest, the warmth of them lingering even as the laughter from the living room pulled her focus back to Glen and his role as “Uncle Boom Boom.”

As the conversation continued, Leslie leaned against the counter, her mug of coffee cradled in her hands. “So, Gabby,” she said, a teasing smile on her lips, “has Glen met your family yet? Or are you keeping him a secret for now?”

Gabby chuckled softly, shaking her head. “No secrets. Glen just hasn’t met him yet. I’m an only child, so there’s no sibling gauntlet for him to run through.”

“Lucky Glen,” Lauren quipped, smirking. “I bet he’s relieved he only has your parents to impress.”

Gabby smiled, but then added, “We’re planning for him to meet my dad soon, though. We just have to figure out the dates with Glen’s schedule.”

Cyndy perked up at this, her interest piqued. “That’s wonderful. Where does your dad live?”

“Iowa,” Gabby said.

“And your mom? Is she in Iowa too?” Cyndy said with a warm smile.

The question hung in the air for a moment, and Gabby’s smile faltered. She hesitated, her fingers brushing the edge of her coffee mug. When she spoke, her voice was quieter, more measured. “She uh, passed away a few years ago.”

The mood in the kitchen shifted instantly, the lightheartedness giving way to a softer, more tender atmosphere. Both Leslie and Lauren immediately murmured their condolences, their teasing replaced with genuine warmth.

“I’m so sorry, Gabby,” Cyndy said softly, reaching out to place her hand gently on Gabby’s arm. Her touch was steady, and comforting, and Gabby felt a wave of emotion rise in her chest.

The kitchen filled with a comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of the previous conversation lingering but not in a bad way. Gabby felt something shift, like she’d been pulled just a little closer into their circle, welcomed not just as Glen’s girlfriend but as someone they genuinely wanted to know and care for.

In the background, the sound of Glen laughing with the twins drifted into the kitchen, grounding Gabby in the present. She glanced toward the doorway and smiled, realizing just how lucky she was to have found him—and, by extension, his family.

As the sound of Glen’s laughter and the twins' excited giggles carried through the house, Gabby sipped her coffee, feeling a comforting sense of warmth in the kitchen. Cyndy and Glen's sisters had seamlessly included her in their conversation, making her feel welcome despite the lingering ache of her earlier admission.

Moments later, Glen appeared in the doorway, his hair slightly mussed and his cheeks flushed from playing with the kids. He paused, his gaze sweeping over the scene in the kitchen. Gabby caught his eye, and a soft smile tugged at his lips as he crossed the room.

Without saying a word, Glen placed a hand gently on Gabby’s back, his thumb brushing small, soothing circles over the fabric of her shirt. It was a subtle gesture, but it sent a wave of calm through her, grounding her in the moment.

Gabby glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his in an unspoken exchange. Glen tilted his head slightly, his brows lifting in a silent question: Are you okay?

Gabby’s lips curved into a small, reassuring smile, and she leaned ever so slightly into his touch, letting him know she was fine. His presence—steady, quiet, and protective—was all she needed to steady herself completely.

Cyndy, Leslie, and Lauren exchanged knowing glances, their smiles softening as they watched the interaction. There was something unspoken but undeniable in the way Glen and Gabby were with each other—a quiet intimacy that spoke volumes without the need for words.

“He’s smitten,” Lauren murmured to Leslie, not quite low enough for their mom to miss. Cyndy smiled but didn’t comment, instead focusing on the way Gabby seemed to relax under Glen’s touch.

Glen caught the faint murmur from his sisters and gave them a side glance, narrowing his eyes in mock warning.

“Don’t start,” he said with a playful edge, though the slight blush in his cheeks betrayed him.

Leslie grinned and held up her hands. “Who’s starting anything? I’m just making an observation.”

“Mm-hmm,” Glen muttered, shaking his head before turning his attention back to Gabby. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Gabby nodded, her smile growing. “I’m good,” she whispered back.

“You sure?” he pressed gently, his eyes scanning her face for any lingering discomfort.

“I’m sure,” Gabby said, her tone more confident this time.

“Good.” Glen gave her a quick, reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before pulling his hand away. “I’m gonna go wrestle the twins away from the couch before they break something.”

As Glen went to leave the kitchen, his hand lingered on Gabby’s back for just a moment longer than necessary. She leaned back slightly against the kitchen counter, her eyes following his movements as he moved towards the living room.

It wasn’t until she heard the soft clearing of a throat that Gabby realized the room had gone quiet. Cyndy, Leslie, and Lauren were all watching her with amused, knowing expressions. Gabby flushed, feeling a bit caught off guard.

“You really like him, huh?” Lauren asked, a playful glint in her eyes but her tone carrying a bit more weight.

Gabby nodded without hesitation. “Yeah,” she said, the smile tugging at her lips again. “He’s really great.” She found herself smiling wider than she intended, warmth flooding her chest at the thought of Glen.

“Gabby, we’re not trying to scare you, but we just want to make sure you’re on the same page with him,” Leslie said, her tone soft but firm. “Our brother’s been through a lot, and when he opens up like this, it’s not something he does lightly. He’s not someone who lets people in easily. So just…” Leslie paused, looking for the right words. “Just be careful, okay? We don’t want to see him get hurt.”

Gabby swallowed, nodding slowly, unsure of how to respond. She wanted to assure them, to let them know that she wasn’t going to hurt Glen, that she really cared about him. But she wasn't sure what were the right words to say to them to settle any doubts they may have about her.

Lauren chimed in next, her tone still warm but with an underlying sincerity. “I know it’s not easy. But Glen’s been different with you. We all see it.” She glanced at Leslie before turning her focus back to Gabby. “The way he looks at you—it’s like he’s certain. Like you’re it, you know?”

Gabby mfelt her stomach flutter with a mixture of excitement and nerves. She knew Glen cared about her, but hearing it like this—hearing it from his family, who had witnessed his other relationships and could see things so clearly—made it feel even more real.

Gabby nodded again, feeling the weight of their words but also their support. As the sounds of Glen and the twins continued to echo in the living room, she found herself more certain of her feelings for him than ever before. And, for the first time, she realized that maybe she was ready to let herself believe in what they had.

Glen’s family had made it clear—he was all in for her. Before Gabby could overthink his sisters’ and mom’s words, Cyndy’s voice rang out. “Alright, everyone, lunch is ready!”

The four women made their way towards the dining room. Glen smiled as they walked in, Glen pulled out a chair for Gabby, his eyes full of affection as she sat down. She smiled up at him, appreciating the simple, thoughtful gesture. Once she was seated, he took the chair next to her, the soft clink of chairs moving against the wooden floor filling the room as the rest of the family settled in.

Glen’s mom took her seat at the head of the table, a proud smile on her face as she looked around at her family. 

"It’s good to have everyone together," she said warmly, her eyes glancing around at all of them. The table was filled with laughter and chatter, everyone eager to dig into the hearty meal Cyndy had prepared.

“So, Gabby,” Leslie started, grinning at her brother, “do you want to know what Glen was like growing up?” Her eyes sparkled.

Gabby glanced at Glen, who was already shaking his head, clearly sensing the teasing coming.

“Oh, I’d love to hear all about it.” Gabby said, smiling.

“He was a perfect little angel, right dear?” Glen’s mom chimed in.

Leslie raised an eyebrow, looking at her brother with a sly grin. “Perfect little angel? Are we talking about the same person here?”

Glen groaned, burying his face in his hands in mock defeat. “Leslie, don’t you dare,” he warned, though his tone was full of amusement. Almost like he knew what story was about to be told.

Leslie turned to Lauren, clearly enjoying the moment. “Well, I think we all remember when Glen was in high school, right? The time he tried to sneak into the movie theater and got caught by the manager. What was it, Glen? Trying to get into a rated R movie with a fake ID?”

Glen’s face turned a little red, and he groaned louder this time. “You’re killing me, Les,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Gabby couldn’t help but laugh along with them, the lighthearted teasing making the moment feel easy. 

“Well, I didn’t always make the best decisions,” Glen admitted, his tone light but with a slight shrug. “But hey, I’ve turned out okay, right?”

“Oh, you’ve turned out great,” Cyndy chimed in, her eyes soft with love. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t still have a little fun at your expense.”

The family continued to laugh, and Glen’s cheeks flushed a little more, but he seemed genuinely pleased by the comfort and joy in the room. The teasing was all in good fun, a sign of how much they cared. Glen caught Gabby’s eye as she smiled at him, her eyes soft and warm. He could tell she was enjoying the moment, and it made his heart swell.

“Well, I have a few stories of my own,” Lauren said, her tone shifting to one of mock seriousness. “Like the time Glen got so competitive at family game night that he threw the board at my husband’s head.”

“What?!” Gabby gasped, eyes wide with surprise.

“Oh yeah,” Lauren said with a smirk. “It was one of those trivia games. Glen was winning, and when Will got one answer right, Glen lost it and sent the board flying.”

Everyone at the table burst out laughing, including Glen, who rubbed his temples in exaggerated frustration. “Alright, alright, I get it. I was a little competitive.”

“Just a little?” Leslie teased, nudging him playfully.

Gabby couldn’t hold back her laughter, the warmth of the family’s love for Glen apparent in every shared story. It made her feel closer to him, to see how much of himself he had given to them over the years.

“I bet there are a hundred more stories like these, huh?” Gabby asked, a playful glint in her eye.

“Oh, absolutely,” Lauren said with a grin, “but we’ll save those for later. We don’t want to embarrass him too much in one day.”

Glen gave her a mock glare, though there was no malice behind it. “You’re lucky I love you all,” he said, his voice filled with affection despite his embarrassment.

Gabby smiled, leaning slightly into his side, feeling the easy, comfortable rhythm of the moment. The teasing, the laughter—it felt like the kind of family environment she had always dreamed of. And seeing Glen in the center of it all, surrounded by people who clearly cared so much for him, made her heart swell with something deeper than just affection.

As the meal continued, they shared stories, laughter, and even a few more lighthearted jabs at Glen, but underneath it all, there was an undeniable sense of love and acceptance that made Gabby feel like she belonged here, too.

The laughter and warmth from the meal spilled over into the afternoon as everyone gradually made their way outside to the backyard. The yard was wide and open, bordered by a line of tall trees that provided just enough shade to keep the late afternoon heat at bay. Leslie and Lauren’s twins were already darting around the lawn, tossing a football between them while Brisket happily chased after it, barking with excitement.

“We should play a game,” Leslie suggested, grinning as she looked around at everyone. “It’s been too long since we all played a little family football.”

“I don’t know if it’s fair,” Glen teased, shooting her a playful look. “You all know I’m the best athlete here. It might be too one-sided.”

“Oh, please,” Leslie shot back with a snort. “You peaked in high school. Don’t get cocky now.”

Lauren stepped forward, hands on her hips. “Alright, teams then. Gabby, you’re with me and Les. Glen, you’re with Dad and Will,” she said, motioning to her husband.

Glen turned to Gabby, his lips quirking into a mischievous grin. “Guess we’re rivals now,” he said, his voice dropping into a playful, competitive tone.

Gabby raised an eyebrow, feigning confidence. “You sure you can handle losing?”

“Losing?” Glen echoed, stepping closer. “You’re cute, but you’re going down.”

Gabby smirked, feeling the energy between them shift into something both fun and charged. “We’ll see about that, Boom Boom,” she teased, earning a laugh from Leslie and Lauren.

“Oh, she’s good,” Leslie said, clearly impressed. “I like her. already”

With the teams settled, they quickly outlined a makeshift field, using jackets and chairs to mark the end zones. The game started with lighthearted chaos—Lauren’s twins weaving in and out of the adults, Brisket darting after the ball whenever it hit the ground, and plenty of playful trash-talking between Glen and his sisters.

Gabby surprised herself with how much fun she was having. The competitiveness in Glen’s family was infectious, but it was all in good fun, with plenty of laughter and shouts echoing through the yard.

As the game progressed, Gabby found herself holding her own, even managing to intercept one of Glen’s passes to his dad, much to everyone’s surprise.

“Oh, come on!” Glen called out, throwing his hands up in mock frustration as Gabby smirked at him, holding the ball above her head triumphantly.

“Better luck next time!” she teased before tossing the ball back into play.

It wasn’t long before Gabby found herself in the spotlight again. Lauren had the ball and spotted Gabby open near the end zone.

“Go, Gabby!” she shouted, tossing the ball to her.

Gabby caught it with a slight stumble but quickly recovered, sprinting toward the makeshift goal. She could hear the cheers of encouragement behind her, but she also heard heavy footsteps rapidly closing the distance.

“Not so fast!” Glen called, his voice filled with playful determination.

Before she could react, Glen caught up to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground as she let out a surprised laugh. 

“Glen!” she protested, squirming in his grasp as he spun her around.

“Can’t let you score that easily,” he teased, his grip firm but gentle.

The two of them stood frozen for a moment, Glen still holding her as her feet dangled just above the ground. Gabby’s laughter softened as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed from both the game and the warmth of his attention.

“Put me down,” she said softly, though there was no real urgency in her voice.

Glen smiled, his eyes locked on hers. “You sure you want me to let go?” he asked, his tone teasing but quiet, as if the world around them had faded into the background.

Gabby nodded, but there was something unspoken in the way they looked at each other. Glen gently set her back on the ground, his hands lingering for just a moment longer than necessary before he stepped back, clearing his throat.

“You know that was definitely a penalty, right?” Leslie teased, her arms crossed as she walked over to where they stood.

“Blatant holding!” Lauren chimed in, grinning as she pointed at Glen. “You’re lucky we don’t have an official out here.”

Glen smirked, his gaze locked on Gabby as he stepped back. “What can I say? I play to win.”

The game had hit a natural pause as everyone caught their breath and grabbed bottles of water from the cooler Glen’s dad had brought out. The twins ran around chasing Brisket, their high-pitched laughter ringing through the backyard, while Leslie and Lauren teased each other about their next strategy to beat Glen’s team. Gabby stood off to the side, near the edge of the yard, taking in the scene. The chaotic energy of his family surrounded her like a warm hug, but she needed a moment to herself to process everything.

Her eyes found Glen, and she couldn’t help but smile. He was crouched down in the grass, pretending to let the twins tackle him. He made a dramatic show of being "defeated," sprawling onto his back while they piled on top of him, laughing uncontrollably. Gabby could hear their shrieks of joy even from where she stood. Then, with seemingly endless energy, Glen scooped both kids up into his arms and stood, spinning them around while they squealed in delight.

When his mom called something from the patio, Glen turned and shot her a thumbs-up, one of the twins still clinging to his shoulders. It was so effortless—the way he moved between playful uncle, competitive teammate, and devoted son. Watching him like this, Gabby felt something shift inside her.

She’d been falling for him since practically the moment they met, but seeing him here, surrounded by his family, made her feelings undeniable. He wasn’t just kind and funny and protective—he was the kind of man you could settle down and build a life with. He loved so deeply, so fully, and it wasn’t just his family who received that love. It was her too. She could see it in the way he looked at her, in the way he always seemed to know when she needed reassurance, in the way he made her feel like she belonged, even here, surrounded by people she’d only just met.

Her chest tightened as the realization fully hit her. She loved him. She loved Glen Powell with her whole heart, and the weight of that truth was almost overwhelming. She’d thought about love when it came to Glen before—how she might be falling for him, how she might love him. She’d even said it once a few days ago, in a moment of shy honesty, when he’d accidentally confessed his feelings while asking her to come with him to Austin and meet his family. “I think I love you too,” she’d told him then, uncertain but hopeful. But now? Now there was no thinking, no wondering. She knew it. She loved him completely, deeply, without hesitation.

And while the realization filled her with warmth, it also scared her. Loving Glen felt like handing him a piece of herself she wasn’t sure she’d ever given to anyone before. It felt real—and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for how much it mattered.

There was so much they hadn’t faced yet—his grueling filming schedule, his fame and the way it sometimes bled into their private lives, the inevitable times they’d have to spend apart. The longest they’d been away from each other so far was a week, and even that had been hard. Could they really navigate all the challenges waiting for them?

“Hey,” Glen’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and she blinked, realizing he was standing right in front of her now. His brow furrowed slightly, his hazel eyes filled with concern. “You okay?”

Gabby nodded quickly, but she could tell by the way his expression didn’t change that he wasn’t convinced.

“I’m fine,” she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was just… watching you with your family.”

His lips quirked into a small, lopsided grin. “Yeah? What’s the verdict?”

She smiled back, shaking her head. “They’re wonderful. And you’re…” She paused, searching for the right words. “You’re amazing with them. It’s easy to see how much they love you.”

Glen stepped closer, his expression softening with concern. “You sure that’s all that’s on your mind? You looked a little lost in thought back there.”

Gabby hesitated, her heart racing as the words sat on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to say it—to tell him how she felt—but the weight of it, the vulnerability of laying her heart bare, made her chest tighten. What if she messed it up? What if saying it changed everything? Her silence stretched a beat too long, and she saw Glen’s brow furrow slightly, worry creeping into his eyes.

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice low and steady. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch grounding her. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. You don’t have to be nervous.”

She swallowed hard, her pulse thundering in her ears. “It’s not that,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just... hard to say.”

Glen tilted his head, his gaze steady and reassuring. “Is it bad?” he asked, his voice soft, but she could see the flicker of unease in his expression, as if bracing for something he didn’t want to hear.

“No,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “It’s not bad. It’s just... big.” She took a breath, trying to steady herself, and when her eyes met his again, the tenderness in his expression unraveled her completely. 

“I love you,” she finally admitted, her voice trembling.

For a moment, Glen froze, his eyes widening in surprise. Then his face broke into the most genuine smile she’d ever seen, so warm and full of quiet joy that it made her knees feel weak. “You love me?” he repeated softly, his voice filled with wonder, as if he needed to hear it again to believe it.

Gabby nodded, her cheeks flushing as the weight of her confession gave way to relief. “I do,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I’ve felt it for a while, but I guess... I just realized it for sure.”

Glen’s hand lifted to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across her skin. His smile didn’t falter as he leaned in closer, his voice low and steady. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that,” he murmured.

Gabby leaned into his touch, her chest tightening as he continued.

“I love you too, Gabby,” he said, his voice filled with conviction. “So much. More than I can even put into words.”

Gabby’s eyes fluttered closed as she let the moment wash over her, the overwhelming emotion settling into something warm and steady. She knew there were challenges ahead—his career, his fame, the uncertainty of the future—but none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was this. Him. Them.

[newtthetranswriter]

FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR FAIRY TAIL!!!

Would you mind writing a Loke/Leo x Celestial Spirit!Reader? Maybe they're one of the Chinese zodiacs and they met because they both joined Fairy Tail!

The reader traveled to the human world to seek out a worthy person to have their key, and that's when they met Loke. They knew that he was celestial spirit, but kept it a secret. They ended up dating before Lucy came along.

Eventually, Loke became contracted with her while the reader got contracted to Angel. That was because she found her key before the reader had the chance to give it to Lucy.

For the scenario, can you write something during the fight with Lucy and Angel, where Lucy summons Loke and Angel summons the reader? I'd prefer angst pls!!! Thank you!!!

Word Count: 2328

Paring: Loke/Leo x Celestial Spirit! Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of feelings of abandonment, possible ooc Loke, use of the nickname 'kitty' for both reader and Loke, reader's gender is never mentioned

A/n: Hello, I’m thankful for the request. I recently started a rewatch of Fairy Tail in preparation for the new series and realized how much I like Loke, so thank you for feeding my need for him. Anyway I decided to make the Reader the Tiger Zodiac from the Chinese Zodiac because I thought it’s be fun to put the two big cats together. Also because they likely wouldn’t call it the Chinese zodiac I called the Eastern Zodiac because the more Asian inspired parts of Fairy Tail were referred to as being from the Eastern Continent, just so it makes sense. Well without further ado, I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate. 

  The Jade Zodiac Keys are much harder to come by as not many wizards know of their existence so for one of us to get contracted we have to do the leg work. I personally grew impatient and decided to go find my key and then find a wizard I trusted with it. So, I left in search of my key and wizard.

   It was long after I left, when I heard that one of the Golden zodiac spirits was banished from our home. Being the curious spirit I am, I went in search of the banished spirit. Eventually I stumbled upon a guild hall in the small town of Magnolia. Entering the Fairy Tail guild hall, I was immediately drawn to a ginger wizard surrounded by women. If it wasn’t for the familiar energy radiating from him I would have thought he was just another wizard, but being a spirit myself I was easily able to tell what he really was.

  I quickly approached the table, catching the attention of the group. “Excuse me but could I speak with you for a moment?” I asked, picking up on the fact that he was likely hiding his true nature from those around him.

  The ginger froze, likely figuring out what I was the same way I picked him out of the crowd. “Sure, who am I to deny a lovely creature like you, my attention.” His voice came off as flirtatious but there was an underlying hint of worry. He waved off the women, ignoring their whines, before standing up. “But, uh, not around here. Follow me.” With that he motioned for me to follow him out of the hall.

   After walking for a few minutes in tense silence we reached a small clearing just outside of town. “So, did the Celestial Spirit King send you to kill me?” He said, turning to look at me over the edge of his glasses. “He finally decided that it would be easier than having a rogue spirit running about.” He was stating it like it was fact.

   “No actually, I heard that one of the twelve golden zodiacs got banished and wanted to see if it was true.” I started earning a confused look. “So, what did the great and powerful Leo do to get exiled from his home among the stars?” I asked, while leaning against a tree.

   I didn’t miss the slight glare he sent at my mockery of his title. “What’s it to you? Do you think I would really believe you came all the way from the celestial world to ask why I got banished?” He now sounded defensive. “Also it’s Loke now, I left the name Leo behind.” 

  “First,I didn’t leave the Celestial world just for you. If I just wanted to know what happened I’d have asked around there. Second, The jade keys that are bound to the Eastern Zodiacs are nearly impossible to find. So, I set out to find my key. Once I do that I’m gonna find a wizard I can trust to make a contract with.” I explained to the confused spirit.

  He still looked confused but spoke up. “So, what exactly is the point of taking the time to find me? Just go find your key and leave me to enjoy what time I have left.” Loke said. “Why waste your time and energy to come talk to me, if it’s so difficult to find your stupid key.” 

  I looked at him shocked. “Put the claws away kitty. If I had any idea where my key was I wouldn’t be here. I came searching for you because I figured we could help each other out.” I stated.

  “How exactly can you help me? Once I run out of magic I’m dead, unless you can somehow convince the King that I didn’t do anything wrong, there’s nothing you can do to help me.” He turned away, getting ready to walk away.

   I nodded, moving away from the tree. “You’re right, I can’t convince the King you did nothing wrong. Because I have no clue what you did in the first place. But what I can do is share my power with you to give you more time.” I said placing my hand on his shoulder, demonstrating my proposal by pushing a wave of my own magic through him. He looked over his shoulder at me confused. “I can still return to the Celestial world whenever I need to recharge, you on the other hand won’t last much longer here without a supply of power. So, I’ll give you some of my magic every now and then, if you promise to help me find my key?” I asked hopefully.

   Loke thought for a minute, before responding. “Sure, I’ll help you. But once we find your key, I want you to forget about me, and let me die in peace.” He sounded like he already accepted he was going to die sooner or later, and he was just agreeing knowing I would be persistent. I nodded in agreement. “Also, no one knows that I’m a spirit, the guild thinks I’m just a normal wizard. I don’t care if they know that you’re a spirit but no one and I mean one is to know what I am. Got it?”

   “Whatever you say, Kitty. It will probably be easier for us if people think I’m also just a wizard, anyways.” I answered. “So, Loke, shall you introduce me to the guild I’ll be joining?” I asked, moving to walk in front of him.

   He just rolled his eyes. “Yeah whatever. Just stop with the Kitty shit.” With that we made our way back to the guild hall.

   Time skip to shortly before Lucy joins Fairy Tail.

   It has been almost three years since I joined Fairy Tail. Loke and I have spent the time going on jobs and becoming closer, while also searching for my gate key. Though somewhere along the way my priorities changed. I was no longer worried about finding my key, I instead was focused on keeping Loke around for as long as possible. We had grown extremely close fairly quickly.   

   After only three months of working together, Loke asked me out on a date. During which he told me about why he was banished and told me that if that changed how I felt he would understand. Though he had nothing to worry about because after he finished his story, I pulled him close and promised that I would stick by his side. I had told him that had it been me, I would have likely done the same. With our new found understanding and bond we became almost inseparable.

  Unfortunately for us, good things never last long. We had just finished up on a tough job and I had expended a great deal of my power. “Hey Loke, I’m going to return to the Celestial world for a bit to recharge. I’ll be back soon, Ok?” I said leaning on his shoulder as we sat waiting for a train to take us back to Magnolia.

  “Yeah, ok. I’ll tell the guild you aren’t feeling well and decided to go home.” He said with a nod. “Don’t take too long though, I don’t know if I can cover for three months again.” There was a slight chuckle in his voice at the reference to the one time I forgot that a day in the celestial world is three months in the human world.

  I laughed as well. “That was one time. Well I’ll be off. I love you and remember to stay safe Kitty.” I said placing a kiss to his forehead making sure to transfer the little extra power I had left, just in case I did take longer to recover than I planned. As I faded I heard a quiet ‘i love you too, kitty’ and couldn’t help but smile at our shared nickname for each other.

  After resting for a few hours and recharging my power I started to get ready to return to Loke. But I was stopped by a familiar sensation that I hadn’t felt in so long. Before I could even register what was happening, I was pulled through the gate and was now face to face with white haired woman. One hand was on her waist while the other held a familiar green key.

  “So you’re Y/n the Jade Tiger.” She said in a cold tone. “You are now my spirit and you will do as you’re told.” She said leaving no room to argue. Before I could speak she looked at me, noticing the guild mark on my hand. “Oh, you’ve been playing human have you? Well that’s over now. If I find out you returned to that reached guild, I’ll make sure you regret it.” It was clear from her tone that she was not one of the nice Celestial wizards. She viewed spirits as property and nothing more. “Now gate close, you better be ready to fight when I call you.”

   Returning to the celestial world after being summoned was an odd feeling after spending so long coming and going whenever I chose to. I looked around my small section of the Celestial world trying to figure out how to return to Loke. I was now contracted to a wizard and though I had no say in the contrat it was now set, I had to obey her wishes. If I went against them, I would be exiled for breaking the contract and then there would be no way to help Loke. So, I resolved myself to sitting and waiting to be summoned, hoping that I could convince my new wizard to allow me to visit Loke if only once to explain what has happened.

   Time skip to Lucy Vs. Angel

   No matter how hard I tried to convince Angel to allow me on final visit to my old guild, she would never let it happen. It was fruitless to try and argue with her, so I just hoped Loke knew I didn’t abandon him. I worried constantly that he would fade away while I was away and just hoped that one day I could see him again.

   My prayer to see him again was answered in a way I never expected. I had been sitting talking to one of the other Jade Zodiacs, when I was summoned. The trip between worlds always throws off my senses when I'm summoned, but once I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings I froze. Standing just feet in front of me was none other than Loke. His hair was longer now, and he was wearing a nice suit, but I could never forget those eyes.

   “Loke, you’re okay. I was so worried about you.” I said moving to get closer to him.

   I watched as a river of emotions flashed across his face. “I see you found your key, good for you.” It seems he settled on indifference for our reunion. 

   The blonde standing behind him looked at him confused. “You know this spirit Loke? Is she one of your friends?” She asked him.

   “I know this spirit, or at least I thought I did. And no she’s not my friend.” It felt like I had been stabbed in the heart, hearing the malice that laced his voice.

   Before I could speak again and explain myself, Angel spoke up. “Enough, I called you here to fight, not wallow in the past now take out Leo and kill that wizard so I can take her keys.” Her words caught everyone's attention.

   I turned away from Loke, looking to the wizard I was contracted with. “You can’t expect me to fight him, anyone but him.” I said, holding back tears.

   “You will fight whoever I tell you to fight. Now fight him.” Angel said clearly not wanting to deal with my defiance

   I was about to retort but was interrupted by a wave of yellow light washing over me. Turning quickly I saw Loke preparing to fight. “What are you doing Loke? I can’t fight you. I know it seems like I abandoned you but I didn’t I promise. Please listen to me for five seconds.” I begged, as I began deflecting the punches Loke was sending my way.

   “I don’t want to hear it. You broke your promise, you never came back. I almost died and you were nowhere to be found, had Lucy not been there I would be dead.” He spat as he continued throwing punches. I didn’t even have a chance to speak between deflecting his attacks and the words that honestly hurt more than any punch could. “I waited for you for months, saying that it was probably just taking longer for you to recharge. I waited in our apartment for you to show up and you never did. You abandoned me and now you’re contracted to this bitch, doing her dirty work. I thought you were going to give your key to someone you could trust.”

   He only stopped when I lost my footing falling flat on the ground. “I never meant to be gone for so long. I tried to come back but I couldn’t. You have every right to hate me for leaving you when you needed me.” I said, holding back tears. “I’m just glad someone was able to save you.” Sitting up slightly, I turned to look at the blonde wizard that held Loke’s key. “I guess I should thank you for saving Loke.” I finished with a said smile. Before I could say more or hear a response, Angel closed my gate sending me back to the celestial world. Back among the stars, I prayed that Loke and his wizard would beat Angel. Even if I know that Loke will likely never accept my apology, I hope that he will someday know that I never meant to abandon him.

EDIT: part 2 is out now

[monstersflashlight]

how about a male kitsune x fem reader. Maybe they are childhood friends and he loves to tease her a lot and acts really cocky all the time but scares away any potencial rival. Unknown to them both their parents who are good family friends ,have been trying to set them up together partly due to the fact of some very old promise their ansestors made or something but won’t force it and see it as if it happens it happens. But male kitsune has a secret, his true form and accidentally shows the reader this while confessing but she reassures she doesn’t care how he looks (if anything she finds him quite handsome like this) and she likes him too. His secret form I guess could go two ways I’m not sure which sounds better 1: she never knew he was a kitsune, and them being childhood friends was really just her playing around with a baby fox that she thought belonged to his family. Or 2: she knew he was a kitsune all along but he has a 3rd form he never showed her this one looking more like a bipedal humanoid fox a form of which not even his family has thus being self conscious of. Thank you so much your writing is really cool!

A/N: Hi! This request was very fun to write, hope any of you mind that I mixed both, made sense in my head. Also, as a great mind said “daddy is a state of mind”, I imagine this story as them being very close in age, like max three years apart. Enjoy!

The nine tails

Kitsune x fem!reader || daddy kink, arranged marriage, mates,

When you thought back to your childhood, you always had blurry memories of an animal. A fox. A white fox that followed you around and played with you when you went out into the garden. Your parents thought you were talking about a plushie or something, but you knew better, there was an actual fox that approached you as soon as you stepped outside. But when you were about twelve, he disappeared.

It hurt you so bad and so profound that you cried for days. You cried and cried and your parents didn’t know what was wrong. Your neighbor came around, a nice lady that you’ve known all your life, the mother of your crush… She said it was a pain of heart, and also disappeared. It was ominous and weird, and it woke you off a stupor that you didn’t know you were into.

You woke up and kept living. Even when your friend, your crush, left, you kept going.

And kept going.

When past your twenties, your parents announced that you were to marry an unknown person, or not so unknown. When you walk to the altar and see your long forgotten childhood friend… you are lost of words. You are so confused you dissociate through all ceremony. Before you realize you were married and living with a man you thought forgot about you.

You are calling him husband and he’s calling you wife, and your life is boring. You came back to your house one day, a bit earlier than anticipated because you signed a big contract and you want to go out for dinner with your husband, even if you barely talk. But what awaits for you there is not what you expected.

There’s a white fox in your living room. A white fox that turns into a human, a very naked human in the form of your husband. You gape at him, speechless.

You turn around to leave when he stops you. “Wait! Hear me out, I…”

But then it clicks. “You are the fox,” you deadpan.

“What?” He’s as surprised as you.

“The fox from my memories. It’s you.” Everything starts making sense, why they left, what his mother said when you were a kid.

“I- I thought you didn’t remember that,” he whispers, more to himself than to you.

“Of course I do, it broke my heart when you disappeared. I was so sad my parents bought me a puppy.” He doesn’t answer, staring at you like you grew a new head. You look into his sad eyes and can’t hold back anymore: “Why did you leave me?” Your question is filled with sadness and disappointment, the wound that you thought forgotten is once again open and bleeding. You thought you could get over the fox leaving, probably something to do with nature, but knowing it was him… That it was him who abandoned you…

“I’m sorry. I- They told me I had to. I couldn’t keep visiting you because I could throw everything into the wind if my fox got too attracted to you. So I pulled away, but it pained me, it pained me so much I could barely transform for so long after I stopped seeing you. And then we moved away and I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice is broken as he explains, his words rushed as if he’s trying to convince you as much as he tries to convince himself.

And you get a new realization at that. “That’s why you came back? That’s why you married me? Not because they signed some papers when we were not even born?” You ask for confirmation.

“Of course not! I love you. Always have. Always will,” he tells you, eyes filled with tears and emotions showing in every twitch of his body. You stare at him, so moved by his words that you just stare. You stare for so long that he starts to squirm and moves to walk away, accepting your silence as a rejection.

But this time is you who stop him: “Then make love to me until I can’t walk anymore. Breed me until I can’t think of anything else. Fuck me until the sad memories disappear and I can only think of you inside of me,” you pronounce the filthy words as if your life depends on it. As if his body and his soul are what you crave more than air.

He chuckles, swallowing back his tears as he tells you: “You can’t say that and look at me directly, or this would end sooner than expected.” You look down at the same time as he does, seeing his dick twitching and growing hard in front of your eyes.

“Does me saying dirty things arouse you, daddy?” His groan is so loud and desperate that you have to bite back your own moan.

You throw your clothes off your body like a soul followed by death and stare at him, naked in all your glory, as his eyes flash in different colors and his ears morph into fox-like ones. And then you see his half form, his tails behind him, all nine of them swinging as he approaches you slowly, making you grin at him until you are chest to chest. He grabs you by the waist, holding you thigh as he lowers his head and kisses you in the most dominating way ever. Your knees give out under you, but he grabs your ass and pushes you up, inviting you to wrap them around his middle.

He gropes your ass as he grinds his dick up to your wet center. You keep whispering “daddy daddy daddy” as he rocks your body against his. He’s as desperate as you are, your kisses consuming, trying to get your love across his lips. Trying to show him all the longing and pain that he caused you, as he tries to kiss it away. It’s intoxicating and deep, so emotional and intense that you are breathless.

When he finally pushes his dick inside your dripping cunt, you shiver with the force of the sensation. He pushes your body against the wall, plastering himself against your front as he leaves your mouth to kiss your neck, leaving marks as he goes.

He fucks you against the wall, desperate, uncoordinated… and perfect. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant over and over, his dick hitting that special place inside of your pussy that makes you see stars.

You start to shake in his arms. “Are you going to come for daddy? Are you going to make a mess out of your pretty pussy for me?” You nod eagerly, biting his neck and making him cry out as the first shoot of cum hit you deep inside, hot as lava.

You groan as your own orgasm rocks your body, convulsing against his arms as his tails caress your legs like the softest touch. It drives you to a new level, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream as he fucks you through your aftershocks. He breathes hard against your neck, biting softly with his long fangs.

“You are so good, such a good girl for daddy,” he keeps whispering soft things against your ear as you come down, breathing hard and blushing harder than ever. He kisses your sweaty forehead as he walks you to the bathroom, not letting you go as he runs you a bath.

[marksmelodies]

stuck like glue

“tangled in love stuck by you from the glue”- glue song by beabadoobee

paring: chenle x fem! reader

genre: smut,fluff

warnings: mention of sex, oral (f), unprotected sex, cussing, kissing

note: i know chenle lives on his own but for the sake of this story pls pretend that he lives in the dreamies dorms lol

no proof read

minors dni

———————————————————————————————Chenle has been away on tour for a little over a month. Tomorrow him and the dreamies will arrive back to korea, you’ve never been more excited to finally see your boyfriend again,You already took off a few days of work and told your professors that you won’t be in class for a few days.Of course Chenle didn’t seem supper happy about you calling off of work and missing school just to see him But deep down he was excited to finally get some alone time with you

“I cant wait to see you lele, Daegal and i miss you so much” you say to your boyfriend over facetime

“ I miss my girls too, thanks again for taking care of her while i was away” Chenle says

“ It’s not a problem babe i mean i’m basically her mom am i not??” you ask

“ What?? no Daegal has no mom only a dad” he says

“ Oh right Chenle that’s why she wines and claws at the door when i leave the dorms”

“ You’re such smart ass Y/n”

“I really do miss you though babe,ask Jisung I talked his ear off every night about you, actually don’t ask jisung or any of the members anything.. forget what i said” He starts rambling and you notice that his ears are turning bright red

“And why’s that lele?” you ask with a smirk on your face

“ Uhh i may or may not have drank a bit to much one night after our show and accidentally spilled to jisung, mark and renjun about how good you are in bed” he says extremely embarrassed

Your eyes go wide as you audibly gasp

“ You did not” you say rather loudly

“ I’m sorry babe i was drunk i doubt they even remember it, i only remember so much i don’t know what else i said” he tries to defend himself, You start laughing uncontrollably

“ That’s actually hilarious, i never see you that drunk” you say making fun of him “You’re such a brat” he laughs

Once your FaceTime call ends with Chenle you tidy up your apartment that you both agreed he would stay at for a few days once he gets home from tour. You get ready to head to bed and say goodnight to daegal

“ Your daddy is gonna be here tomorrow!!” you say in a high pitched voice causing Daegals head to slightly turn, ears to purk up and tail to wag “ I know i’m excited too” you say as you pet her head and turn off the light ,It feels like hours have passed since you closed your eyes, it’s hard to sleep because of the excitement running through your veins,Finally you feel yourself drifting off to sleep

You shoot up and look at the clock that reads 2:45 am you woke to up the feeling of sweat dripping down your face, you realize that your whole body is drenched in sweat “ What the hell” you say in utter confusion as you get up to check the thermostat “ Why isn’t my air conditioner working” you say pressing buttons on the screen

You walk out into the hallway to check if air is flowing through the hall,Sure enough the hallway is cold yet your apartment is sweltering hot “ You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” you say as you walk back into your place

Turning on every fan you can find and placing them towards you and Daegal it finally felt a little bit better but not nearly enough to spend anymore time other than tonight in your apartment , Once the morning came you called the tenant about the air conditioner “ What three to five days just to get someone to check it out?” you say baffled

“ Sorry ma’am our technicians are booked out for a while” the man says on the other side of the phone

“ Alright well thanks anyways” you say as you hang up “god this is not how i wanted my week to start” You called your boyfriend to tell him about the air, Chenle talked to the members and they all agreed that you could spend a few days at the dorm until your air conditioning gets up and running. you’ve spent the night a few times at the dorm but never more than just one night at a time, you felt bad intruding on the other boys place but living without air conditioning during the hottest season in korea was a big no for you

Once you got the text that Chenle has landed and is on his way to the dorms you begin to make your way there as well. Standing at the entrance a wave of nervousness comes over you as you knock on the door “ Y/n come in” Jeno says while giving you a big smile “ Hi Jeno it’s good to see you” you say

“ It’s good to see you too, Chenle is in his room” he says You thank him and head towards your boyfriends room knocking on Chenles door before opening it. Daegal jumps out of your arms running to her dad “ Daegal my sweet girl i’ve missed you” he says bending down to pet her “Uhmm” you clear your throat standing at the doorway as Daegal runs out of the room to see the other members

“ I told you she loves me more” chenle says laughing

“ Really lele i haven’t seen you in over a month and this is how you greet me” you scoff in annoyance

“ Babe i’m kidding come here” he says as he walks towards you engulfing you into a big hug

“ I missed my baby girl” he says to you while kissing the top of your head.You lay on his bed and let him get settled and unpacked before demanding his undivided attention,You lay on Chenle chest while you both talk for what seems like hours about his tour,He tells you everything from start to finish, and you excitedly listen to him.When you both are done talking he decides you two should go out and hang with the rest of the guys

Chenle walks to the door about to leave the room when he realizes that you aren’t behind him “ Come on babe let’s go” he says waving you over to walk towards the door

You don’t say anything

Chenle walks back over to you and you throw your arms up in the air.Chenle makes a confused face.He knows that what you want is to be held; He also knows that you absolutely hate pda and would rather die than to show affection in front of the other boys so why would you want him to carry you out there?

Chenle shoves his confusion into the back of his mind and picks you up ,He wasn’t expecting you to want to be carried but what shocked him the most is that you clinged onto him like a koala, he took both arms off of you to open the door and you’d stayed clinging to him with your arms and legs wrapped tightly around your boyfriend ,You laid your head on his shoulder as he walked to the living room where the rest of the dreamies were hanging out

The boys all look at Chenle as he walks into the room, never in the three years you and Chenle have been together have they seen any type of affection being given between you two,There’s been times where haechan jokingly asked if you and Chenle were really dating because of the lack of a skinship “ you guys don’t even hug around us, that’s suspicious is it not”

The guys say a lot with there faces but no one voices anything out loud, Chenle shot a “i don’t know what’s going on” look at them and sat down on the couch with you still wrapped around him.The dreamies decide to play video games and of course Chenle was down to beat them all, through the entire gaming session you stayed wrapped around him not saying a word. Although Chenle didn’t seem like it he was honestly pretty worried about you, you never act like this in front of people

Of course behind closed doors you were affectionate towards him, but even then you were never this clingy

“ Babe i want to get something to drink” he whispered into your ear,No response came from you, you just looked at him and put you head back onto his shoulder.He got up and walked to the kitchen with you wrapped around him, opening the cabinets and the fridge he poured himself a cup of water, while you stayed clung to him completely unbothered. He goes back to gaming with the boys taking his mind off worrying about you

Later in the evening Jaemin starts making dinner, usually chenle and Jaemin cook dinner for everyone,Chenle looks over at Jaemin who’s in the kitchen and gives him a “ i’m sorry bro” kinda look followed by Chenle looking down at you and then back to Jaemin,Jaemin didn’t mind though he grabbed Jeno to help him make dinner

“ Hey babe you wanna let go for a second so i can use bathroom ” he asks, you just shake your head no, with that chenle sighs and takes you with him,He puts you on the bathroom counter and you finally unlatch from him “ everything okay baby?”You say nothing, just give him a quick nod as he comes back over to the sink to wash his hands and you latch right back onto him.Chenle really thought he finally got you off of him, he just looked at you confused again and kissed your forehead while walking back to the living room

He ate dinner with you wrapped around him, he asked if you were hungry, you shook your head no,At this point chenle gave up just letting it happen, everyones so confused by what’s going on, especially since you hadn’t said a word since you came out of Chenles room hours ago

After dinner Chenle did the dishes with you wrapped about him, he fed Daegal with you wrapped around (him which was pretty challenging he’ll admit) he played more games with you clung to his body. The guys suggested watching a movie and started scrolling through netflix debating on which one to choose

“ You wanna watch the movie with them or go back into my room” Chenle asks hoping for an answer.You just shrug your shoulders while your head is buried into the crook of his neck.Chenle has honestly had enough, he doesn’t know what’s going on, are you just tired? are you mad at him? are you upset? you were perfectly fine hours ago what happened??He gets up off the couch and brings you into his room sitting on the bed

“ Baby look at me” he says in a serious tone,You lift you head up off of his shoulders and look up at him

“ What’s wrong sweetheart” he asks

“ Nothing” you say shortly.Chenle is visibly getting annoyed by your short answers you’ve been giving him for hours

“ Y/n you’re pissing me off i don’t want to yell okay” he says “ what is wrong my love, saying “nothing” isn’t going to cut it”

“ I just missed you lele” you said

“ Are you sure that’s all baby”

You nod “ yes i promise i just want to be close to you” Chenle looks at you and smirks

“ I can think of a few ways we can get a lot closer than you just clinging to me” he says smirking.You laugh and push him away, he pulls you back and smashes his lips onto yours,Tongues battling for dominance you quickly lose,he flips you around so that he’s now towering over you

“ You’re so pretty lele”

“ Says you angel, god i missed everything about you” Chenle whispers in your ear,lips attached his hands roam your body unbuttoning your shirt and taking off your shorts, laying there in nothing but your undergarments Chenle pulls away from your lips to look at you “ god you’re so beautiful” he says taking off your bra chenle kisses down you body leaving a trail of marks.He gets to your heat and looks to you for approval, you nod your head yes and he begins to take off your panties, spreading your legs apart and leaves kisses on your heat before kitty licking your pussy,you instantly throw you head back into the pillow and grab Chenles hair while arching your back Chenle takes that as a sign to go farther and fully dive into your cunt, trying your best to hold in your moans knowing that right outside the door were the other members

“Fuck Chenle that feels so good” you moan softly as you tug on his hair a little harder his eyes look up to yours giving you an eye smile while hes still working to get to you finish while licking stripes up and down your pussy Chenle pushes a finger into your hole roughly going in and out

Feeling a tingly rush throughout your entire body you knew you were about to finish

“ Babe i’m about to cum” Chenle removes his finger and licks up and down your clit causing you to release,Chenle keeps one hand rubbing circles on your clit while the other hand covers your mouth, you let out a loud moan covered by chenles hand, he knew better than to leave you completely ungaged, he knows you’re a loud moaner, he could tell it was taking everything in you not to let out the normal pornagraphic moans that you usually do. After he lets go of your mouth he goes back into your pussy to ride out the rest of your high leaving both of you panting, Chenle pulls you into a kiss having you taste yourself

“Chenle please fuck me” you beg

“ Babe the guys are right outside”

“ I’ll behave i promise”

Chenle looks at you suspicious not sure whether believe you or not, you begin stroking his hard member through his grey shorts, Chenle let’s out a grunt and pins your arms beside your head

“ Don’t be greedy ” he warns while pulling his pants off and throwing them across the room with his shirt that was already long gone, he pulls down his boxers revealing his hard length, you basically drool over his dick which causes Chenle to chuckle,He pulls your hips closer as you wrap your legs around his torso, he slowly pushes in, Chenle lets out a grunt as his dick slides into the tight walls of your pussy

“ Fuck y/n you’re so tight” he says while progressively moving in and out faster “god you’re so wet too” he says right before pounding back into you

He has one hand on your waist and other covering your mouth like before,You shut your eyes feeling your body going into a different dimension

“ look at me, I wanna see my pretty girl” you look at him and make eye contact while he’s fucking you so good,you can tell he’s about to nut by the way his thrusts become sloppy and he moves faster and faster while soft moans and grunts fill the room hoping the members can’t hear what you two are doing

“ Fuck baby i’m coming” he says as he slows down his pace, you feel hot liquid shoot into your core as he fills you

He lays down on top of you but doesn’t pull out yet

“ That was amazing Chenle”

“ You felt so good my love, you did so well for me” he said as he kissed your lips and pulled out of you,you both lay there for a little bit just soaking in the presents of eachother before he gets up and puts his clothes back on heading to the bathroom, he comes back with a warm towel cleaning you up and making sure you’re okay.After not having sex for a while you were pretty sore but it was nothing major and you didn’t want to make chenle feel bad so you just smile and thank him for cleaning you up .Once you both freshen up you go join the boys in the other room to finish the ending of the movie that neither of you were there for

As he was watching the screen you were watching him, admiring how beautiful he is and how lucky you are to be with such a good guy, you thought about how many girls would kill to be in your position and a sense of pride washed over you, you were proud to be his girl.

“ Y/N is everything okay” renjun asking about earlier,all the boys look at you and Chenle

“ Yeah i’m fine thanks” you reply smiling

“ She just wanted dick” Chenle blurts out

“ What the fuck lele” your face begins to heat up as you shove Chenle

“ Yeah we have ears ” Haechan smirks at you both

“ I don’t know what your talking about” you defend yourself

“ Right because the headboard slamming into the wall which happened to the this wall” pointing at the one in front of them with the tv on it “ was from you both jumping on the bed” Haechan says sarcastically,You burry your head from embarrassment into Chenles shoulder while the boys are laughing

“ I mean you guys did make the tv shake” Mark chimes in

“Shut up your all just jealous you don’t get any” Chenle states

“ At least we know they’re a real couple, i was starting to think it was fake” Haechan laughs

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my first fic! i hope you enjoyed!! my requests are open for all of nct!!

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

18 - I'll Use You As A Focal Point

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: EMOTIONAL DAMAGE! crappy medical crap sorry, sad!Jake, rude!Bradley, protective measures as applied by Rocco (i'm not kidding wait until you read it), also Jake has A LOT of feelings towards a lot of things.

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG LOL. Not really but there's a lot of detail in here. The Twisters fic and this are almost at the point that they'll actually intersect. Also Bradley is about to get his ass kicked. The emotional weight in this one sneaks up on you, sorry. As always, reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! I enjoyed writing this one a hell of a lot!

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891 @gpsmississippihippie

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“I’m sorry.” Bradley said as he stood in the doorway of Jake’s room. He was watching Sam grab a few articles of clothing for Jake so that he could be dressed in his own things. The week had been smooth for Jake and he was feeling much better, still sore, but less tired. Obviously still with broken bones and a somewhat fucked up brain but those would take time to heal. What had not been so smooth was Rooster and Sam's relationship. It seemed like he was only becoming more jealous as the days went by. He would make a comment here or there about Jake and Sam would lose her shit or blow up at him and then he'd be apologizing and trying to make up for it. He just couldn't keep his damn mouth shut.

“No you’re fucking not.” She said and Bradley remembered then exactly why most guys shied away from her. When she was mad or she didn’t want something, she had a nasty temper. “Roos, you’re going to help me like you said and you’re not going to stick around, because if you do, I will kill you. Jake will probably try.” 

“How, he’s crippled.” He said, tracing a finger on the doorway as Sam brushed past him with Jake’s clothes.

“He is not!” Sam’s voice turned over into a somewhat panicked sounding cry that made Bradley whip around.

“Sam, why are you so upset? Is it because he’s not the same? He’s not big, strong, handsome Hangman right now? He’s got his tail tucked and he’s showing his belly to the world..” Bradley said, a harsh edge to his voice that made Sam want to punch him.

“Why are you so intimidated by him, Roos? Is it because he’s everything you aren’t and has everything you want? The talent, the rank, the girl, the future?” She said as she continued walking away and down the stairs. He caught her wrist as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She whirled around, seriously considering rearranging his face.

“Ooh, you know exactly what to say to fucking cut the deepest. I hate that about you Sam. You’re brutal.” Bradley said, a hard stare plastered to his face. 

“If Jake was here right now...” Sam said, trying to pull away but he grabbed her other hand, making her drop the clothing. 

“He’d what? Fight me?” He growled as he got closer into her space. And that was when Rocco had enough. The little red dog came bolting from the kitchen, seeing and hearing that Sam was uncomfortable, launched off the ground and landed a hard bite at Bradley’s knee. He didn’t break the skin, but pinched him enough for him to break the hold he had on Sam. Bradley backed up toward the door as the little dog snarled at him, bouncing and barking ferociously. The hackles on his back stood straight ul making him look bigger than he really was. Sam grabbed him by the collar and picked him up, helping to settle him slightly. He still growled as Bradley kept an eye on him and then glanced at Sam.

“That dog is...” He started and without thinking Sam yelled back at him.

“ALWAYS RIGHT. HE NEVER LIES, BRADLEY. NEVER.” Her face was red and now the puppies had bounded into the entryway, flanking Sam, as if they already knew their jobs. Bradley backed out the door then and Sam swore he had tears in his eyes.

Her heart was pounding and Rocco licked the side of Sam’s face as she hugged him. “Thank you, Roc. You’re a saint.” She said and then placed him down at her feet. He whined, trotted in a small circle and then sat at her feet. Muster, the female puppy, picked up the sweatpants that Sam had dropped and dragged them over to her feet. Sam collapsed onto the floor and put her head in her hands, which prompted all three dogs to converge and offer her affection. She sat there for a few moments before composing herself, wiping tears on her sleeve and picking up Jake’s clothes. Sam led the puppies and Rocco back to the couch and gave them each a treat before heading out of the house.

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“He's going to need to stay in the sling for another few weeks. He should continue taking ibuprofen and we are giving him a lower dose of the antidepressant so that he can be weaned off it. He's mentioned his goal is to be back flying and he cannot be on any daily medication while serving in the Navy. He should keep a journal of when he takes his meds, his heart rate and temp should be taken twice a day, and he will need help bathing with the sling and a little bit after it comes off too, until he gets full range of motion back. I’m recommending he see a Navy assigned therapist once a week and attend a support group, or speak with a veteran once to twice a week.” The doctor explained as Kelsey and Connie prepared Jake to go home. 

They were careful removing his lines after giving him one more dose of each medication. They helped him with his shirt but he begged them to leave him alone so that he could do his own pants. He needed to know he could do something for himself. Sam had made it easy on him by bringing sweatpants. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to get jeans on at the moment. Once he was all set, he walked out of the bathroom and placed his sunglasses on. Sam was emailed instructions and guides on his medications and a timeline that Jake was expected to follow in order to be back up in a jet as soon as possible. They wheeled him through the halls, down the elevator and out to the foyer. 

Sam had parked her truck right out front. The nurses helped her get him in and situated. She glanced back as she hopped in the driver side, waving and thanking them. Jake was quiet as the truck rumbled along. He was trying to focus on his arm and ribs not hitting anything. He glanced over at Sam a few times, noticing she was quiet too. He thought she'd be more talkative. He wanted to talk to her but he didn’t even know where to begin. 

The drive to the house was short and there was no one home. Javy and Maisy had gone out, celebrating the detachment coming home mostly safely. Sam hopped out and didn't give Jake a chance to even open the door. He smirked at her as she helped him down, but before they headed into the house, he stopped her.

“Hey...talk to me..somethings botherin’ you.” He said softly, reaching up to cup her cheek with his free hand. She shook her head and took his hand and led him to the house.

“After you're settled. I have a surprise for you.” She said as they headed through the front door. Rocco and the puppies bounded over and Jake's eyes widened and his smile went all the way up to his eyes. Rocco jumped up, his tail like a helicopter propeller as he stretched and whined, extremely happy to see Jake. Jake bent down and scratched the little dog’s back and then Rocco sneezed and trotted away, stopping at Sam to wag his tail and give her a lick. 

“You bought puppies?” Jake asked as the male, Ballast, pushed his way between Jake and the female puppy. 

“Nope. They were given to us. I have a friend who works with military and police dogs and they donate a dog to a family every year who needs one or would benefit from having one. I was telling her about what happened with you and she and her husband wanted to give us two. One for me, one for you.” Sam explained and Jake picked up the male puppy in his one arm. 

“They’re such pretty little puppies. They have names yet?” He asked as he looked into the puppy’s amber eyes. 

“The one you have is Ballast and the little girl is Muster.” Sam had grabbed the dainty girl puppy, who was quiet and comfortable in her arms.

“What were the rest of their litter mates' names? Jet? Keel? Avast?” Jake chuckled as Ballast reached up and nipped at his chin. “Are they Malinois?”

“You’re so funny, you know that.” Sam said sarcastically. “Yes. They’re very well bred, they just came out the wrong color so they can’t be registered. I said I didn’t care about that. I only care that they’re good dogs and they’ll be loyal and protective.” 

“So...gonna tell me what’s bothering you now?” Jake asked as he bent down to put Ballast down. The puppy pawed at his leg briefly, dug at his boot, and then ran off toward where Rocco and Muster were.

“Rooster...” Sam began and Jake put a hand up.

“I fuckin’ knew somethin’ had you rattled. You look...you look like you’re shut down, honeybun. Like you’ve tapped out...and if I’m responsible for that...” Jake leaned in closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her in. She gazed up at him with adoration then.

“You’re absolutely not. It’s not you. It’s everything else but you. It’s especially Rooster...he’s been so fucking rude this week. And he tried to...” She said and her sweet smile turned into a heavy frown. Jake reached up and cupped her cheek with his hand.

“Don’t. I don’t want to know. I’ll fucking kill him if you tell me. Just promise me you told him off.” His voice was softer than she expected and it surprised her, making her smile again. Aggression wasn’t what she needed right now, it was comfort. It was reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Just him being there did that for her. 

“Actually...Rocco did. He came running out of nowhere when he heard I was upset and grabbed him. I should learn to listen to that little guy because he’s never liked Rooster.” Sam said and Jake chuckled as he pressed his forehead to hers. His words were slow, and his voice wavered as he spoke, emotions coming to the surface that he didn’t realize were right there until he was expressing them.

“The sad part is...Rooster and I make a good team up there. He just holds onto shit. When I’m up there, I don’t. I’m focused on the mission. And when I’m with you, I’m only thinking about you...Rooster...he’s still thinkin’ about himself. That’s where he went wrong. That’s where every other guy you’ve been with went wrong. Sure, at first, I was out for myself, but now...fuck...now...I just wanna give you everything. You...are everything...to me...You’re all I thought about...You’re the only reason I’m still alive...because I refused to fucking die without seein’ you again. I would die for you, Sam. But I know now, I want to live for you . I need to. You’re the only thing I’ve ever needed. I feel like you’re the other half of my soul that’s been missing and now I’m complete . ”

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“I’ll go talk to your friend, but I ain’t doin’ a fuckin’ group therapy support fuckin’ thing.” Jake said, making Sam’s eyes widen and her lips turn up in a smirk at the fall back to his natural accent. Ballast laid across his lap while he had his head back on the back of the couch. For a puppy, he was surprisingly gentle with Jake. It was as if the puppies and Rocco knew that he was hurting. Then again, they did get enough exercise and play to be able to shut their brains off and relax. Rocco was lying in between Sam and Jake and Muster was cuddled on Sam’s lap.

“I’m not saying you have to. The doctor wanted you to. I think you should do whatever is going to help you the most. Only you know that. Oh...by the way...I spoke to your brother. He suggested we go down there for a while. I didn’t know if that was something you would want to do.” Sam asked and Jake nodded quickly.

“I would really like to do that, yeah. It’d be a nice vacation and you could meet my parents and all that. We are gonna get married after all.” He said with a wide smile. Sam shot a text to Tyler then, asking if they could chat at some point about the logistics of moving Jake down there for a bit. 

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Jake was actually somewhat intimidated. The man walked with a confidence that, at the moment Jake wished he still had, but it was hard to be confident, bark and bite so to speak, with one arm. He could beat someone’s ass if he needed to, but he wasn’t gunning for a fight any time soon. The man’s wife, Margie, was one of Sam’s friends. The one that Sam had acquired the puppies from. Jake was required on his medical leave, that he talk to a veteran at least once a week, to discuss how he was feeling, both mentally and physically, and if there was anything combat related that he wanted to talk about. He also had to see a regular therapist and he was fucking dreading that. 

Ryker shook Jake’s hand and he motioned for Jake to follow him up onto their back deck. Sam and Margie stayed in the yard with Ballast and Muster. As they headed up onto the patio, a well muscled black Malinois stepped toward Ryker, shifted so he was beside him and laid at Ryker’s feet as he sat down. It looked like a well rehearsed dance. He offered Jake a chair diagonally across but close to him. No table in between, just space, so that Jake couldn't hide his body language. Jake glanced at the dog, who had brilliant amber eyes that looked as if they could pierce his soul with that single glance.

“This is your male pup’s dad. Maddox. He’s a good old boy. His mom is my wife’s dog, Canela. She’s her personal protection dog. Never goes anywhere by herself without Canela or one of the boys. Your girl pup is by my retired military dog, Slayer, and out of our other girl, Hanna. Those puppies are pretty special.” Ryker explained and Maddox rolled to the side and yawned, but his eyes never left Jake.

“We really appreciate being able to take them...you sure you don’t want anything for them? Jake asked, leaning forward. As if he was trying to see how Ballast might look when he was all grown up, he examined his dog’s sire. Maddox stared back pointedly, almost bored. He could see right through Jake, just like Sam could.

“Nah. Just bring them with you when you come and chat every week. Part of your healing is gonna be getting those pups trained yourself. Trust me, it helps. You ever work with animals?” Ryker said, adjusting in his seat. Maddox flicked an ear toward him but did not rise. 

“Yeah, when I was a kid, up until I started at the Naval Academy. We had a ranch growing up. My brother rode bulls and roped. I roped and really sucked at working cows.” Jake shook his head and glanced away from them to focus on Sam. She and Margie were playing with the puppies. They had brought Rocco and he was relaxing quietly at the bottom of the deck stairs, watching Sam. Every once in a while he would glance up, looking for Jake.

“Well, cows are pretty unpredictable so don’t beat yourself up. Is Sam gonna come with you every week? I think it’d help if she comes sometimes, but if you don’t want her to, that's okay too.” Ryker asked and Jake nodded.

“I do want her to be involved. I really love her a lot. I feel horrible that I came back as damaged goods...” Jake glanced down at his lap. He fiddled with his Naval Academy ring, twirling it around his finger. Ryker cleared his throat and leaned forward in his seat.

“You're not damaged goods, Jake. You’re brave and you fought for your country. You fought to come home.” He said, folding his hands across his stomach. 

“Doesn’t feel like that...” Jake murmured, leaning back against the chair and wincing. He kept forgetting he had broken ribs.

“Unpack that for me...why?” Ryker’s voice became more gentle then and it made Jake look up at him, raising a brow. He sucked in a breath and for whatever reason, felt one hundred times more comfortable talking about this with Ryker than he did with the therapist.

“I’m just...I don’t feel like myself...” Jake swallowed hard then, and Ryker reached down to brush his fingers against the top of Maddox’s head. 

“Well your confidence and mental health took a big hit. That’s what they do to POWs. I was a POW.” Ryker admitted and then Jake realized why he felt so comfortable with him. Until Jake was home, the pain had clouded his thoughts, but now that everyone wanted him to talk about what happened, he realized he didn’t have the mental fortuity to put it all into words.

“You were?” Jake asked.

“Yup. Afghanistan.” Ryker nodded. Jake examined the man’s face, looking for any sign that talking about it affected him. It didn’t seem to.

“Fuck...” Jake murmured and his brows furrowed in sorrow.

“Fucked me up for a long time...but you know what helped me get through it?” Ryker asked.

“What?” Jake felt like he was about to be on the edge of seat. He hadn’t realized he’d straightened up in his seat. 

“That beautiful women there, and her dogs. My need to protect her overtook everything else. I needed to get better for her.” Ryker pointed to Margie and then he rubbed Maddox’s head a little harder. The dog seemed to enjoy that, pushing back into the man’s hand.

“That’s how I feel. I wanna get better, for Sam.” Jake admitted and Ryker smiled at that. 

“Well then you’re already off to a good start. So...let’s talk about something else for a minute. Tell me why you joined the Navy?” Ryker asked.

“Well...we lost my dad when we were four or five...” Jake sighed heavily.

“We?” Ryker questioned, sitting back in his seat and placing his arms on the armrests of the chair.

“My brother, Tyler and I. And momma obviously.” Jake said, feeling a little sheepish he hadn’t mentioned his mother. 

“Ah, okay. You love your brother a lot. You mentioned him before your mom.” Ryker clocked that immediately. It wasn’t that Jake didn’t love her. He did. But she had a different relationship with him than Tyler did. They were just never as close as he had been with Kenny.

“Yeah. I mean I love my momma but Tyler...He’s...he’s always there when I need him. And I do the same for him.” Jake said and Ryker smiled and nodded for Jake to continue. Ryker tapped Maddox on his shoulders which sent the dog towards Jake. He placed his head on Jake’s knee softly and glanced up with his amber eyes, which had become soft now, less piercing.

“So, my mom remarried. He was a Navy pilot. He was still on active duty for a year or two while we were in middle school and then his jet had a mechanical malfunction on a training exercise...broke his back...so he was discharged and then it was like open season for us. Kenny took us fuckin’ everywhere. He took us to the base, took us to see his friend who worked on freight trains, took us on boats, took us up in his friend’s helicopter, I mean...we just did everything with Kenny...I love Kenny as if he was my actual dad. I know Ty does too, but I think sometimes Ty still misses dad. Not that dad was a bad guy or anything...I just don’t remember much of him. Just kinda feels like Kenny has always been there...so...anyway, sorry...I’m talkin’ too much...” Jake hadn’t realized Maddox had pressed his nose underneath Jake’s free hand. His eyes met the dog’s and he blinked and whined softly as if expressing compassion and interest towards Jake’s story. 

“No, no it’s fine keep on keepin’ on, it’s okay to talk, Jake.” Ryker said, seeing tension fill Jake’s shoulders. Jake took in a deep breath and let it out before continuing. 

“Uh...so...I just wanted to make Kenny proud...and I know I have. But I mean I just wanted to be Kenny when I was a kid...he tells me all the time, you’re better than I ever coulda been kid!” Jake said with a chuckle. 

“Was he a Top Gun pilot?” Ryker asked.

“No, no. He flew everything. Loved the jets, but his favorite was the C-2A Greyhound.” Jake’s smile widened significantly and Ryker saw light come back to the blond that hadn’t been there when they started chatting.

“Cargo man.” Ryker said and Jake nodded happily.

“Yeah, his call sign was ‘Dropper’. Figure that one out.” Jake smiled and Ryker laughed with him.

“Jake, it sounds like you have a great support system.” Ryker affirmed and Jake agreed.

“Yeah...yeah...I do...especially Sam.” Jake’s expression softened and his gaze turned to her. He had been absentmindedly rubbing Maddox’s head and the dog pushed his nose further toward Jake as if he was a friend nudging him and smirking at him for checking out a pretty girl at the bar.

“When did you and Sam meet?” Ryker asked, his voice startling Jake slightly. Jake had been locked on Sam for the moment.

“It’s been less than six months, I know that, but the exact time, I’m tryin’ not to count it.” Jake smirked.

“And you proposed?” Ryker asked.

“Yeah, fast I know, but when I see something I want, I go for it...and like her father said....when you know, you know.” Jake grinned wide. His hand stilled on Maddox’s head as Ryker stood and clapped his hands together.

“Amen to that. Alright Jake...so...one big thing I’d like to put out there before we start doing some stuff with the pups...training these dogs is gonna bring out your emotions...that dog is gonna mirror you...and sometimes, you might not like what you see in the mirror, so be aware of that. Emotions are fine, they’re good, but be cognizant of them and if you need to stop and talk or take a break, we do that as much or as little as you need.” Ryker said and Maddox glanced at him, waiting for a cue. Ryker didn’t give one.

“Yeah, I’m starting to understand why they suggested I talk to someone like you.” Jake confirmed and Maddox put his front paws across Jake’s lap and snuck his head under Jake’s arm. The dog’s amber eyes became more purposeful, as if he could imbue Jake with the confidence he needed to overcome all of this.

“Good. So let’s get started.” Ryker said, giving Maddox a hand signal to come back to him. Jake nodded and stood with a slightly renewed sense of self-assuredness.

[honeybeefae]

Pretty Little Tears (Rhysand x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY NINE: TEARS

Summary// He knew you could take him deeper. You were doing so well. It was taking all of your strength not to throw up as Rhys forced himself down your throat more and more, but when those tears started to roll down your face, smearing your makeup, he felt something primal stir deep inside of him. And he wanted more.

(This is definitely one of the shorter fics for Kinktober as well as ending in an ambiguous way, I hope you guys still like it. I’m not 100% confident with it but I’ve edited it to hell and back so I think this is the best I am going to get. Enjoy! :))

WARNINGS:  18+, Smut, Degradation, Crying Kink, rough BJ, gagging

Your mate had been staring at you all night, the risque dress you were dawning barely leaving anything to the imagination. It was something you saved only for your visits to the Hewn City as it helped you get into your role of the wife of Rhysand, ruler of the Court of Nightmares. 

It was a part you were new to, trying your best to match Rhys’s mask. The hardest thing was watching, and sometimes participating, in dueling out punishments for the wicked people that resided here. A part of you would feel guilty hearing their pleas and cries but knowing what they did, the innocent people who they tortured or hurt, made it easier to swallow.

Tonight was no different, though you had not heard any report of trouble so far. Everyone was dining and dancing in somewhat peace. Mor was off to the side with Cassian chatting about something, Azriel dwelling in the shadows, while you danced within the arms of one of your cousins as your mate watched from his throne above.

“You look lovely tonight, Y/N.” Your cousin, Dephren, commented. He was a head taller than you, with hair just like yours, but as wicked as they came. You would even say he could rival Mor’s father, Keir, in his attempts to gain power in the court. “I am glad to see our High Lord is keeping you in good health.”

“As am I.” You said curtly, glancing at Rhys briefly as you twirled across the floor. “I have much to be grateful for from him.”

“That you do, cousin. I must ask, though, are you sure you are satisfying him?” He asked, his eyes full of cruel mirth. “I would never insult you but I do worry about my Lord, and I as well as many others truly wonder if you are the right person for him.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the other vultures of the court leering at you and eavesdropping on the conversation. It must have been talked about beforehand as someone had called away Rhys so that he was not within earshot to hear the slander they were saying.

You suddenly found yourself floundering like a fish out of water, the facade you put up cracking just the slightest bit, as Dephren spun you round and round.

“I will take your silence as answer enough.” He smirked, tightening his grasp on your hands as the music finally came to a stop. Everyone started politely clapping, gearing up for another song as your cousin bowed mockingly in your direction. “I think Remia would be a better fit for him, she certainly seems to be able to keep his attention.”

Remia was the daughter of one of Keir’s closest allies and a great beauty in the Hewn City. She was also as vicious and hungry as the rest of them, willing to follow whatever orders it took to rise above and look down on the people below. You knew your family was bitter about your new life, about how their weakest child found herself mated to the High Lord himself and cut all ties to her family. 

However, you didn’t expect them to try and cast you aside so brazenly. It had you cursing at how naive you were, how you thought there was no threat to you anymore now that you were happy and loved. 

His words cut through your skin like a knife as you turned to look at your mate, mouth tightening at the egregious display of affection Remia was showering him with. Mor and Cassian had picked up that something was amiss, picking up the tail end of your cousin's words and following your eyes to Rhys.

Before you could turn around and say anything to him, Mor was at your side with a glare that could turn a man to stone. “How bold of you to say the things you do about Rhysand’s mate, Dephren.” She hissed, placing herself in front of you. “Perhaps you would like to speak louder for him to hear?”

“Mor.” He nodded, forcing a polite smile. “I meant no to disrespect to Y/N, I assure you. I was simply pointing out a concern most of us have, isn’t that one of her duties?”

She opened her mouth to lay in on him but you put a hand on her shoulder, squaring your shoulders and stepping around her to stand toe to toe with him. You could sense Rhysand in your mind wondering what had drawn the crowd but you shut him out. This was something you needed to handle yourself. 

What you said next, how you handled this test of disrespect, would dictate how everyone saw you. You needed to be equally as fearsome as your mate if you were going to rule beside him. 

“My duty, Dephren, is not for you to question.” You challenged loudly, your voice echoing off of the mountain walls for the entire court to hear. “I can assure you that your High Lord is very satisfied with the way I fuck him. Not that it is any of your business nor whatever whore you’ve sent his way to try and distract him.”

Rhysand appeared behind you, darkness surrounding him as Dephren shrunk back in fear. You smirked as one of his hands slunk around your waist and pulled you into his side, his nose dipping into your hair as you refused to break eye contact.

You had everyone's attention now and while as before you would have shrunk back from it, now you wore it like a crown. They should be the scared ones and from the looks on their faces, it seemed that they realized what monster they awoke.

As you stood straighter and held your higher you could feel your mate's approval. Not only was he proud of you but you could feel his caress in the back of your mind, and could hear the lustful thoughts that flickered through his mind as you took a couple of steps forward. He liked this version of you.

“I find it funny cousin that you call my relationship into question when I highly doubt your wife could say the same about your performance, don’t you think?” You taunted, raising your eyebrow as his face turned a fierce shade of red. 

The people behind him started to whisper and chuckle while his wife took a huge gulp of wine, trying to remain invisible. You weren’t done humiliating him though, he needed to be an example to the rest of them.

“What’s the nickname she gives you to her friends? Minute man?”  The question was rhetorical as your smirk grew, hearing Rhys’s voice in the back of your mind.

I didn’t know you could be so cruel, Y/N. This poor man is about to throw himself down the side of the mountain if you continue any longer.

Hopefully, the lesson is almost learned then. I would hate to have to repeat myself.

His fingers tightened on your hip in approval, satisfied to watch you work. Dephren was a shadow of the man he was ten minutes earlier as you left your mate’s hold to stand over him. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did but you didn’t want to feel guilty now. He deserved it.

“Kneel.” You commanded, voice velvety smooth. It was only one word but it held so much power and control you couldn’t help but feel drunk off of it. “Kneel and apologize and I might forget this conversation ever happened.”

And to your surprise, he wasted no time in complying with your request. His knees hit the floor hard as he knelt at your feet, lowering his head in submission. 

“Please, Y/N, forgive me.” Dephren squeaked. “I beg of you.”

You turned to Rhysand, tilting your head in question to see what he thought. He gestured towards you before crossing his arms over his chest and smiling darkly, enjoying the show. 

“Just remember, my dear Dephren, who I am.” You warned, your voice like ice as you glanced around at the rest of the spectators. “As shall the rest of you. I do not forget and the next person I hear, or even think, of such slander, I shall have their tongues and their minds.” 

Your skirts swished around your feet as your turned and grabbed Rhys’s hand, letting him lead you to the throne and adorn his lap as Dephren swiftly stood and disappeared into the background. There was a beat of silence before the music started back up and everyone returned to their respective places. 

It was taking all of your concentration to control your breathing and not break out in a sweat as your adrenaline came crashing down. You didn’t recognize the woman saying those things as you replayed it over and over in your mind. It was as if you had been possessed by someone else.

You were wonderful, Y/N. You had me utterly entranced with your performance.

His hands grazed up your bare legs, catching on the sheer fabric as he reached the crest of your hips. It was a delicate touch that sent the filthiest thoughts into your head. You craved more, your breathing evening out as he went higher and higher until he caressed the side of your breast. 

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as you turned to look into his violet eyes, your face flushed with desire. You were as bewitched by him as he was with you, licking your lips hungrily as he scowled at Keir who was waiting for the two of you to notice him.

“What is it now?” Rhysand snapped, holding you tighter as you began to kiss up his neck. You usually weren’t one for huge public displays of affection but with what happened tonight, it was like you were a new woman. 

A hungry, aching woman.

As Keir began his question about one of the other people in the room you tuned him out, your sex slickening as you began to grow impatient at Rhys’s lack of attention toward you. His hand still rested on your hip, rubbing small, enticing circles as he droned on and on.

It was only after a few minutes you decided to take matters into your own hand. You did not know if you were feeding off the raw power you had just realized you held or if it was simply adrenaline, but whatever it was it had you worked into a frenzy. 

Rhys…

Though his eyes never left Keir's, he tensed ever so slightly under your touch. You knew you had his full attention. While maintaining a bored expression on your face, you began to show him all the multiple times you had pleased him. It started off with just small glimpses of skin and soft moans but as your impatience grew, you sent him much more vulgar things.

And when you whispered into his mind just how wet you were with the picture of you exploring yourself, you felt his resolve snap underneath you like a twig.

“Do I not have you here to maintain order while I am away, Keir? Are you not able to handle things?” Rhysand snarked, raising an eyebrow as you both stood abruptly. “You bore myself and Y/N with these meaningless conflicts. If you cannot control them by yourself perhaps your leadership needs to be questioned.”

Keir immediately bowed his head while muttering apology after apology. “I did not mean to bore, my lord, nor Lady Y/N. I was simply-”

Rhys clicked his tongue, silencing the steward swiftly. “And yet you continue to do so. We will be taking our leave now but I will be returning within the next few days. I suggest you make sure everyone is on their best behavior…otherwise you might find yourself on the edge of the sword.”

“Yes, of course.” He replied with gritted teeth. Mor, Azriel, and Cassian were already gone by the time you were leaving the grand room. You smiled coyly at your mate, licking your lips as he pulled you flush against his body.

“Do not play modest with me, darling. I saw every single thought in that pretty, filthy head of yours.” Rhys smirked, already half hard from just remembering them. “If you think you are getting off easy tonight you are sadly mistaken.”

“I don’t want you to be easy tonight.” You cooed, gazing at him through your lashes. “I want you to make me scream so loud that everyone in the Hewn City knows who was right tonight.”

His eyes darkened and before you could blink you were plunged into darkness, appearing in your shared bedroom moments later. You gasped when you were shoved roughly against the door but his lips smothered yours before you could say anything else.

You melted into him, your tongue dancing with his while your hands found purchase in his hair. It was soft against your fingers, which tightened into fists when he wedged his thigh between your legs. The friction was heavenly as you had soaked through your panties, your dress allowing him easy access.

“Is that all for me?” Rhys purred into your ear, biting down on your lobe before kissing and nipping his way back to your lips. You nodded, too out of breath to say anything, to which he smiled devilishly. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already speechless.”

The air around you was thick with need as you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your breast, your hips rutting against his leg. “Are you just going to talk or will I see any action from you, my lord?”

Rhysand couldn’t help but grin at your words. Even pinned against the wall, pussy dripping for him, you found a way to smart off to him. It was one of the things he loved you for, the fire within you.

With one push off the wall, he separated your bodies and crossed his arms over his chest. “Take it off. Now.”

Your heart fluttered at his change of tone, fingers trembling in excitement as you started to pull down the straps of your dress. You knew that your words had awoken that dark, sadistic streak he kept carefully locked away. It was something you didn’t get to see often but tonight you wanted it. 

You wanted him to use you for pleasure, to let him so thoroughly fuck you that there was no doubt left that only you could bring him to that level of ecstasy. It seemed that Dephren’s words had indeed got under your skin but hopefully this would ease it.

Rhysand knew it as well. He had wanted to torture the greasy, traitorous man as soon as he pieced together what happened but you took over effortlessly, showing everyone in that room who you could be even though his words made you question.

His cock throbbed at the memory of you standing over Dephren, at just how utterly sexy you were at that moment. 

As you let the dress fall into a pool of silk at your feet, the cool breeze making goosebumps rise on your arms and your nipples harden, the wetness between your legs only grew. It felt like it was dripping down at this point.

“Kneel.” He commanded, beginning to undo the strings of his pants while you immediately sunk to your knees. You bit down on your lip as he put two fingers under your chin, tilting it up upwards at him. “Such a good girl.”

One of his hands gripped his thick, heavy cock while the other gathered your hair into his fist. You swallowed in anticipation, both of your hands on your thighs as you opened your mouth wide for him. Just as he liked it.

Rhys growled as he slapped the head of his dick on your tongue, coating your lips with the precum that had already gathered at the tip before he thrust into your mouth with no warning. You instinctively gagged, your throat tightening around him while your hands flew to his thighs to steady yourself.

“Just like that, darling.” He grunted as he slowly fucked your mouth, his balls hitting your chin with every thrust. 

You followed his lead as much as you could, your scalp burning as he tugged and pushed as he pleased. His cock was hard to fit fully in your mouth but you did your best, licking the underside every time he pulled out to drive him crazy. 

Drool was escaping the seal of your lips around him, running down your chin and onto your bare chest. The moonlight shone against it, catching his attention and spurring him on even more as he truly used you to get off.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Y/N?” Rhys taunted, his pupils blown wide in lust as you gargled around his length. “You crave to be used like this, for my pleasure. You want me to treat you like the secret whore you are.”

A nod was all you could muster as he pushed further and further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and cutting off your airway. It made you lightheaded which only seemed to enhance your feelings, one of your hands dropping to your cunt so you could thrust two fingers inside.

He laughed deeply at your desperation, enjoying the way you struggled to breathe from how far his cock was in your mouth. It was almost all the way in when you started to push against his leg in a warning. You were going to have to come up for air soon.

However, he knew you could take him deeper. You were doing so well. It was taking all of your strength not to throw up as Rhys forced himself down your throat more and more, but when those tears started to roll down your face, smearing your makeup, he felt something primal stir deep inside of him. And he wanted more.

With an audible pop, he pulled himself out, your lungs burning as you coughed and sputtered. You were still slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen when two hands hoisted you up and turned you so that you were facing your mate.

“Look at you…” Rhysand praised, smearing your mascara underneath his thumb as another tear ran down your face. “Perfectly ruined, all for me.”

“Only for you.” You whispered hoarsely, closing your eyes when his hand curled around your throat assertively. 

The sight of you teary-eyed and wrecked almost made him cum in his pants. You were wrapped around his finger, ready to give him whatever he wanted without realizing that the only thing he did want was you.

“Let’s see if we can wreck you even further. Can you do that for me? Can you take more?” He asked you, wanting to make sure you were okay even if he was about to bust at the seams.

You kissed him softly while grabbing his free hand and guiding it towards your sex, jumping when he brushed against your clit before pulling back so that you were looking into his eyes. 

“I told you I wanted you to make me scream so loud they could hear me in the Hewn City. My mind hasn’t changed, Rhysand.” You smirked, letting him sprawl you out on the bed behind you and spread your legs impossibly wide. 

Rhys crawled on top of you, kissing your forehead once, before making his way down your body. “Darling, I’m going to make you cry until the skies themselves begin to weep.”

And with one last smirk, he began to feast on your body until the very ground shook from your screams of pleasure.