#and i keep coming back to that one thought i’ve seen circle around here too
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Object of Desire*
AN: this is my first time posting on here so please be gentle☺️
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summary: Honey Rose, one of the most sought after adult film actress, get picked to do a scene for director Harry Styes. What happens when she finds out that he will be the one doing the scene with her?
work count: 7.5k
tropes: pornstarry
warnings: 18+, language, explicit smut, fluff
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Lights, Camera, Action.
I’ve always wanted to hear those words be uttered before a scene- to feel the adrenaline rush as I make the script come to life. As a little kid I would whisper them to myself before I would put on a short skit for my grandma, and it made me feel like I was a real movie star. Now at 26 years old- I am the furthest thing from a movie star, but I guess an actress could be the term for my job.
The adrenaline that I love to feel rush through my veins is present as well as the nervousness that is making my hands sweat slightly. The possibilities of today swirl around my mind as I walk down the long corridor to meet the director of today’s shoot.
I never thought this is what I would be doing to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. What started out as occasionally posing for a lingerie company to help me get through school turned into signing up for an OnlyFans and making $7,000 a week.
I never did anything too risque on my page, only posting pictures of me half naked without showing my face and occasionally taking a few requests from subscribers. My following grew exponentially and it continued until I didn’t know how to manage all of the content people were asking me to film.
A few months ago, a manger reached out to me wanting to represent me. Although this was a far fetch from the job I’ve always wanted, I couldn’t turn it down. Having sex in front of a camera with a whole team watching you and a million more waiting to see it with a person you barely know is scary and intimidating- but I took the job anyway. I like the money and sometimes the sex is actually quite enjoyable when I can get out of my own head.
This particular job came as a surprise to both me and my manager. Usually, my manager would reach out to a filming company, give them my head shots, and then wait to hear back if they wanted to use me for the scene they were wanting to film, but for this one the director himself reached out to my manager. Apparently, he had seen some of my work and wanted me to be one of the stars in his new video.
Harry Styles- is the biggest name in the porn industry and someone you don’t say no to. Not only is he one of the hottest and sought after pornstars, but he is also known for being a fantastic director. Every single one of his videos has at least a million views, if not more; they are hot and sensual, plucked right from all the fantasies that I’ve stored away in my brain. He started out just like everyone else, at the bottom of the totem pole, but he became so successful so fast that everyone in the industry wanted to work with him. Recently, he’s been focusing more on the directing side of his job, foregoing the acting part which many people have complained about, but of course he doesn't care.
I’m not embarrassed to admit that I’ve gotten myself off multiple times from watching him. Just listening to his deep, slow, and raspy voice would make my cunt slick before reaching into my night stand to grab my purple bullet vibrator. I would press it to my clit and circle it around while I watched him kiss down the length of the random girl’s body before he would uncover her wet pussy and taste her for the first time. He would use both his tongue and fingers to get her off before fucking her into the matress, making her scream out in pleasure as he takes her from behind and slaping the plump flesh of her ass as she comes on his thick cock. He would fuck her through her orgasm, and the sound of both of their moans would make my stomach swirl with pleasure. I would always tease myself, not letting myself come until I knew he was about to orgasm. To not disturb my neighbors, I would flip around on my belly with my vibrator still pressed closely to my swollen clit and bite into my pillow as I listened to his deep moans as he came, finally finding my release alongside him.
It’s gonna be hard for me to look him in the eye today and not picture him like that; to not think of the way his back muscles flex while hovering over his partner, thrusting into them as hard and fast as he can or the way the vein on his neck pops out when he tilts his head back in pleasure. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to focus on my costar as Harry directs us, only focusing on him and what he wants from me.
“Honey?” A small woman stands in front of me, holding a clipboard and a pair of headphones hanging around her neck. “Honey Rose?”
“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry, I guess I’m a little distracted.” I answer to my stage name, and laugh off my embarrassment. She giggles along with me, easing my nerves.
With an extended hand she says, “Hi, I’m Jenny, Harry’s assistant.” I take her hand and offer her a smile. “I’ll be showing you around and then I’ll take you to meet him.” After we shake hands she pulls away and turns around. “Follow me and I’ll show you where you can put your stuff.”
We make small talk while walking down the hallway towards an unknown destination. Jenny rattles off all the things she did this morning, preparing for the shoot and she also tells me how excited Harry is to meet me.
My stomach once again flips at the thought of being in his presence, but I don’t get a chance to think about it more when Jenny stops in front of a door that says ‘Honey Rose.’
“I get my own dressing room?”
Jenny looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Of course you do. Have you never had one before?” She opens the door, stepping to the side to let me walk in the room first. “Harry always makes sure his stars are taken care of.”
I shake my head while walking in the room. It’s nothing too extravagant, with a love seat couch tucked in the corner with a small coffee table in front of it and a vanity on the far left wall, but it’s nicer than anything I’ve gotten before. Usually I have to get undressed in front of all the crew before slipping into a robe, so having this space puts me at ease.
At least I’ll have some privacy throughout this shoot.
“If you just wanna set your stuff down I’ll take you to meet Harry. He’s just now finishing setting up the bedroom set.” I take my coat off and hang it over the back of the chair and then place my purse on the coffee table. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I stick my hands in my pockets to hide the fact that they are shaking and follow after Jenny. For being as tiny as she is she sure can walk fast and I find myself wishing she would slow down so I can prepare myself.
The set is a normal looking bedroom. It’s cozy, warm, and inviting. The bed is dawned in white sheets, a white duvet, and a tan throw with brown pillows. The bedside tables are decorated with items to make it look like someone actually lives here and a mirror leans against the wall across from the bed.
There aren't a lot of people in this room right now, some are setting up certain light fixtures and others are testing out the equipment, but I immediately know which one is Harry. Dressed in long black flared trousers and a matching black shirt, he stands next to the mirror, angling it so it perfectly aims at the head of the bed.
He hasn’t noticed us yet, but when Jenny clears her throat he looks up in the mirror and immediately makes eye contact with me. “Harry, this is -”
“Honey Rose.” My fake name rolls off his lips and I find myself begging to hear him use my real name. “I know who she is, Jenny. Would be kind of hard not to know.” Harry stuffs one hand in his pocket and makes his way over to me. “I’m Harry.” He extends his hand out to me and it takes me a second before I do the same.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Harry.” I hope he doesn’t see the school girl blush on my cheeks, but I can’t help but find myself so taken with him. His hair falls perfectly in waves in a slight middle part that frames his face. There is a shadow of facial hair surrounding his jaw and around his lips, drawing attention to the pinkness of them. His eyes shine bright compared to the darkness of his hair; beautiful sea green staring straight at me. The tattoos on his arm stand out and I find myself looking over each and every one, but then I remember that I’m still holding onto his hand. I let go rather quickly and he chuckles at me. “I’m excited to work with you. I’ve heard nothing but great things.”
“Well, I should hope so.” Two dimples pop out on the sides of his cheeks as he smiles while pushing his hair back and off his forward. “But I’m curious, are they talking about my directing skills or how I fuck?”
I keep myself composed, even though all I want to do is tell him that my information is coming from the videos that I’ve watched of him. I gather up all the confidence in my body and say, “Both, but I guess I’ll only be seeing one of those talents today.”
A confused look flashes across his face, but he doesn’t let it last. His lips perk up and he quietly says, “We’ll see about that.” Now it's my turn to be confused. I open my mouth to ask him what he means by that but he stops me. “Honey, would you mind joining me in my office? I just want to go over a few things with you, if that’s all right.”
“Of course. Whatever you need.” Harry places his hand on my lower back and escorts us out of the room. His office isn’t too far away, but the walk is filled with a thick tension. He ushers me in, and tells me to sit on the couch like the one similar to mine in my dressing room. Harry takes a seat next to me, not sitting behind the desk which honestly makes me feel more equal to him.
“As you may know, my videos are praised for how real and authentic they seem. I don’t do the corny pizza delivery guy bullshit or any of those cheesy porns that have terrible dialogue and even worse acting. I like to make everyone on set feel comfortable, so that they can actually feel the pleasure instead of faking it. Does that make sense?” He crosses one of his legs over the other, and the way his trousers move it showcases his thick thighs bulging under the surface of the fabric.
“It makes perfect sense, and I really respect what you are doing here. Most of the time they just throw me in a room with a guy and just tell me to fuck him.”
“I can promise you that’s not gonna be the case today, but I do need to ask you a few questions. You can answer whichever ones you want or not if you don’t want to.” I nod my head at him, telling him I understand. That smirk reappears on his face, but this time I don’t get so flushed. The way he’s looking at me makes me want to sit on top of his desk and have his head be buried in my cunt. “I just need to know so I can fuck you just how you like it.”
“Y-you’re gonna be the one fu- in the scene with me?” My heart rate picks up in anticipation and I hope I didn’t just hear him wrong. He hasn’t done a video in such a long time. Why would he start now?
“That wasn’t the original plan.” Harry stands up, walking closer to me before crouching down in front of me. His knees touch mine and even through the fabric of both of our clothes I can feel his warm skin. “When I was looking for the girl for this shoot I came across one of your videos.” Harry’s fingertip grazes over my knee and he starts to draw circles on it. “It was just you, laying on a bed, with a vibrator on your pretty little pussy.” He looks up at me, and grabs a hold of my jaw. “You had beautiful moans coming from these lips. I just knew that I couldn’t sit there and watch someone fuck you, not when I could be the one doing it.”
I turn my head, still keeping eye contact with him. His thumb that was on my jaw now rests against the skin of my lips. I puker them, softly kissing his thumb before taking it into my mouth for just a moment. “You want to fuck me, Harry?” His eyes are dark, lustfully watching as I kiss his thumb, suck on it, and then let it plop from between my lips.
“Oh, honey.” Harry moves his hand away from my face, placing it on my knee again. With both hands, he pushes my thighs apart and situates himself between them. “You have no fucking clue.” I burn under his gaze. His touch is light and teasing, kneading the muscles of my thighs while he looks up at me. “I still need you to answer a few questions for me. Can you do that for me, honey?”
“Please, call me Emma.” I don’t mind being called Honey. In fact it makes me feel confident and sexy, but right now I just want to feel real with him.
“Okay, Emma. Are you okay with me warming you up before we shoot? I can do it right here, spread you out and make you come on my fingers so you're more sensitive while we film. You need to be warm, wet, and ready for me.”
Harry kisses up the length on my pant leg, placing his lips right on top of the sem and stopping when he gets close to my center. “Yes, please make me come, Harry.” After I give him the okay, he doesn't waste a second before undoing the button on my pants and pulling them down my legs. He takes in the sight of my red lace thong and by the way the air creates a cool sensation on my panties, I know I’m wet for him; and he can see it.
“I’m gonna ask you a few questions, but you have to promise me that you’ll answer them truthfully, okay?”
Harry patiently awaits an answer, starting to slowly kiss up my thigh. He kisses both of my knees and continues to switch between both legs as he travels upwards until he reaches my midthigh and sits back up. “Yeah, I-I’ll answer them.”
“Let’s start with an easy one.” Harry drags his hands across my skin, nails scratching slightly. He finds my hips, tracing his thumb in the crease where my hip bends from sitting down. “Are you okay with me kissing you?”
“Yes, I actually prefer it.” With the grip on my hip, he pulls me to the edge of the couch so I’m barely even sitting on it. He leans into me, pressing his chest against mine as he tucks himself into my neck.
“Hmm,” His curls tickle my cheek, his sweet smell overpowers me, and his nose teases up my neck. “Is there anything that’s a hard no for you during sex?” I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
The fact that he isn’t even asking me these questions puts me at ease. Though I haven’t had a lot, my costars never asked me what I was or wasn’t comfortable with. The directors never cared, only making sure every piece of dialogue and every cue on the script was hit.
“You can do anything to me. If it’s you doing it, I know I’ll like it.”
“You’re stroking my ego here, Em.”
The tip of his nose grazes my jawline before it's replaced by his lips. He is still holding onto my hips and even though I love his hands there I wish he would touch me elsewhere. Just from him being this close to me, my cunt is slick and my clit is throbbing, waiting to be touched.
“I’ve watched you before. I know how you fuck, so anything you want to do go right on ahead. I can take you, Harry.”
“Oh, I have no doubts about that.” Placing a kiss on my cheek, he stands up and sits down next to me again. “Stand up.” Obeying, I stand up on shaking legs and turn to face him. Legs spread, arms stretched out along the back of the couch, and a smirk on his face, Harry sits there eyeing me up and down. “Strip for me. Let me see what’s mine for today.”
I cross my arms, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. His eyes move to my chest, taking in the matching red lace bra. Harry takes one arm off the back of the couch to adjust himself in his pants as he continues to take me in. “You know, it’s not fair that I’m half naked and you’re still completely clothed.”
Harry clears his throat and reaches out to grab my hips to turn me around. “This isn't about me.” His fingers find the band on my underwear and my breath hitches when he starts to slowly pull them down. In the wake of the fabric, he kisses where it once laid. “So sit down on my lap.” Pulling on my hips, he sits my naked bottom half on his fully clothed lap. “Spread your legs.” I hook a leg over each one of his thighs and lean back onto his chest. “And let me make you come, so I can fuck you how I want later.”
The rings on his fingers are cold on my blazing skin. Touching over the expanse of my stomach, my hips, my thighs and briefly the tops of my breasts he teases me with everything I want while simultaneously avoiding the place I need him most.
My pussy is soaked with my arousal, dripping down and probably landing on his trousers, but at this moment I can’t find it in myself to care.
“Do you want me to just rub your clit and get you off that way, or do you want me fingers? Stretch you out a little bit so I fit nice and snug in you?”
I tilt my head to the side to find him already looking at me. Our lips are so close I fainting feel his skin, but we both don’t make the move to lean in; to fuel the fire we both feel growing. “Want your fingers. Please.”
Harry looks down at my lips for a brief second before turning his head away from me. Out of the corner of my eye I see him looking at my body that’s spread out for him and the lust in his eyes is unmistakable.
I take advantage of his head facing forward and tuck my face in the crook of his neck. He smells even better this close up. His smell is sweet, reminding me of walking into a bakery while also being smokey, like a fresh campfire on a fall evening.
I repeat his actions from early, gliding my nose across his neck. When his fingers finally touch my cunt I whimper into his skin. I accidentally bite into his neck from the shock of finally feeling him. “Hey. You can’t mark me yet, Em. Wait until later and you can leave your marks anywhere you want.”
The tips of his fingers trace over my entrance, gathering up all the wetness caused by him. He drags them up and uses my arousal to start slowly drawing circles on my clit. Instead of biting him I kiss down the side of his neck to try and quiet my cries of pleasure.
“Maybe I didn’t even need to warm you up. You were soaked before I even touched you.”
In my desire induced haze I accidentally say, “I always get so wet for you.” My cheeks heat up with embarrassment and if I could bury myself into his neck anymore I would.
“Oh?” His fingers speed up, making me squirm in his lap. “Are you telling me you’ve watched my videos while rubbing this little clit of yours? You’ve came from watching me fuck someone else. Is that what you’re telling me?”
From the bulge pressing into my ass, it’s obvious this is turning him on. I let my embarrassment slip away and just let myself be in the moment with him. “Yes, Harry. I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”
“Well, it’s my lucky day isn't it, baby?” He doesn’t warn me before filling my pussy with his fingers. Long, thick, and ring clad, his fingers work against my g-spot. Combined with the teasing and his relentless strokes on my clit, my stomach begins to tingle and the muscles in my cunt squeeze around his fingers.
“God, Harry. I’m so fucking close.” His movements are slow and skillful, not needing to go fast and hard to make me reach my end.
“You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” His fingers stop fucking me, but he presses his fingertips up into my g-spot and massages the spot that makes me see stars. Somehow he’s lifted the hood of my clit so he’s directly on my nerves. “Can’t wait to get you underneath me, so I can fuck you into the sheets. Spread your pussy out and take you just like I fucking want.”
I throw my head back on his shoulder, needing some fresh air. My lungs can hardly keep up with my shallow breaths and I’m so dizzy I feel like I could pass out. “Please, Harry. I need to cum.”
“You don’t have to ask me. Just let go, honey. Make a mess of me.”
And so I do. I feel myself clench around his fingers and my ears start to ring. The sound of his voice telling me how good I am filters through the noise, but for the most part I can’t focus on anything except the pure bliss running through my veins. Harry kisses my cheek, as he coaxes me through my orgasm. “Good girl, Em.”
I fully relax into his chest as I come down from the high. He slips his fingers out from me and puts them up to my mouth. “I would love nothing more than to taste you right now, but I want to make sure the first time I do it’s caught on camera.”
Harry drags my come across my bottom lip before slipping his fingers into my mouth. He lets me take my time cleaning his fingers up and he keeps eye contact with me the whole time.
“What do we do now?” I ask after his fingers leave my mouth.
“You are gonna go get a snack, get your hair and makeup done, and get dressed.” He pinches my bare hip which makes me yelp, but he just smiles at me. “But you gotta get off my lap so you can do that.”
It’s crazy to see him go from this sexy dominant male to someone who is also playful. It makes my heart beat faster in my chest when he looks at me with a smile.
I climb off him and go to grab a tissue from his desk to clean off the mess between my thighs. “Nope. None of that.” He snatches the tissue from my hand and puts it in his pocket.
“I can’t clean myself up?” I cross my arms over my chest and for a second I forget I’m just in my bra, but I’m reminded when Harry’s eyes travel down to my tits.
“No.” He walks over to my underwear that were haphazardly discarded and kneels before me. Tapping on the side of my ankle, he silently tells me to raise my foot so he can dress me. “While you are getting ready I want you to think about how wet you are. I want you to feel your come on your thighs and think about what we are gonna do. How I’m gonna fuck you. How I’m gonna make you come again.” He kisses my hip bone before standing up, dragging the fabric along with it. Harry makes sure it’s in place and snaps the band against my skin. “I’ll see you later, honey.”
Throughout getting my hair and makeup done I shift unfavorably in my seat. My underwear is absolutely ruined from my orgasm, but now it's slick with my want for Harry. I can’t stop thinking about what we are about to do.
In front of me lies my ‘script’. There isn’t much in it other than some lines I need to say. The premise of the whole video is a couple waking up tangled in the sheets together after being away from each other for a while.
I think about what I plan on doing to him as the girls around me talk amongst themselves. Usually I would partake in these conversations and make friends with them, but right now my brain can only focus on one thing.
They curl my hair, fluff it out and apply some light makeup to my face. I didn't want any foundation on because it will just get smudged anyway and I don’t want to look sloppy, so all I have on is some mascara and a light lip gloss.
A silk black robe is wrapped around my body with my skin bare underneath and matching black slippers are on my feet. It was awkard taking my clothes off in front of the wardrobe person, especially considering the poor excuse of fabric that was my underwear.
The air is cold in the hallway as I walk towards the studio room and I know everyone that passes me can see my nipples through my robe.
The room that was once filled with maybe five people now houses twelve. It’s hard to walk in the room with how many bodies there are and I barely see Harry through the crowd. I protectively shield my chest away from prying eyes and lower my head.
Harry has changed from earlier, now wearing a black fitted t-shirt that shows off his muscles and a pair of grey sweatpants. I can tell by the bulge in his pants that he isn’t wearing any underwear and the sight instantly makes my mouth water.
He finds my eyes across the room and at first he smirks at me, taking in my skimpy robe and the exposed skin on my thighs. He must see the apprehension in my eyes because he looks around the room and shakes his head. “Anyone who doesn’t absolutely need to be in here needs to get out.”
Disapproving sighs are heard around the room, but they don’t hesitate to listen to him. Harry is known for being a sweet and caring guy but I’ve also heard that he isn’t afraid to put his foot down when he needs to.
He waits until all unnecessary personnel exit the room, being left with the camera man and the sound lady. “Are you ready?” Harry kneels on the opposite side of the bed and puts his hands on his hips.
“More than ready.” I pull the blanket back, ready to slip under the covers and Harry does the same. “Do you usually wear that to bed?” I say referring to his outfit.
“I could ask you the same.” He grabs the sting that keeps my robe closed and tugs on it, not hard enough to open it, but just enough to pull me closer to him.
“No. I usually sleep naked. Shouldn’t we make this as natural as possible?” I wink at him and pull his hands so the string gets loose. The silk moves against my skin as the front opens, but I only allow Harry to see me.
His eyes drink me in, looking at every exposed piece of skin I have to offer. “Are you trying to be the director now? Trying to steal my job are you?”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “I bet I could do a better job.”
Harry reaches into my robe, pinches my hip and says, “Get that robe off and get under the covers.” The dimples that I’ve come to love poke out as I do as he says.
Harry walks over to the two other people in the room and says something inaudible as I get myself comfortable. He must have told them to leave, because after they check the equipment they both turn around and leave. I’m used to people seeing me naked now and I’m not ashamed of having sex in front of people. In all actuality it turns me on knowing that people are watching me and my partner, but we are only focused on each other.
“You didn’t have to kick them out. This isn’t my first rodeo.” I lay my head up against the headboard and watch as he starts to take his shirt off. No matter how many times I see his bare chest I still swoon every time. This is my first time seeing it in person and I can't wait to leave little love marks on him like he said I could earlier.
“I know. I didn’t want them in here.”
“Why?”
“Just didn’t want them to be in here.” He bends down to take his sweats off, only leaving him in his underwear, before climbing into bed with me.
“Won’t it be hard without them in here?”
Harry turns towards me and leans on his elbow. “Those cameras over there are already filming and there are mics around the room to pick up your pretty noises that men are gonna drool over, so no, it won’t be.” He pulls the blanket down to expose my breasts. Leaning forward he takes my nipple in his mouth and lightly swirls his tongue around it. “Just lay down, act like you are asleep, and then wake your loving boyfriend up so he can fuck you senseless, okay?”
“Whatever you say, director.” He chuckles at me and lays down. I press my naked body up against his half naked form and he groans.
“Should have thought the whole naked thing through. I already need to be inside of you, so let’s hurry up.” I laugh into his chest and pretend like I’m peacefully sleeping on his chest for a while.
Under the sheets, I discreetly sneak my hand from his tummy to the tops of his boxers. Being the professional he is, he doesn’t make any noise or give any indication that I’m close to touching him.
I feel guilty because he got me worked up already and I haven't given him anything in return, so I pretend to wake up and lovingly look over at him. To portray the act of being his girlfriend, I caress his face, push back his hair, and take in the way he looks while he’s relaxing.
I know he isn’t asleep, but he looks so cute and peaceful laying here like this with me. Throwing back the covers, I expose myself to the camera and run my hand along the top of his boxers. Harry stirs a little bit, trying to look like he’s waking up, but he keeps his eyes closed.
“I’ve missed you, baby.” I whisper to him while dragging his underwear down his narrow hips. His cock is half hard, laying against his stomach. I take him into my hand, and his warm skin feels so nice against mine. I position myself between his legs while working my hand up and down his shaft. “Wake up, Harry. You’ve been gone for too long. I need you.”
Once he’s fully hard, I put his tip in my mouth lightly sucking on it while my left hand reaches down to grab his balls and squeeze them. A little moan escapes him and he moves around more as he ‘wakes up.’ I take him further into my mouth, letting him tap the back of my throat before coming back up to lick at his tip.
I hunch over him more, so I’m on my knees as I blow him. I continue to bob up and down, letting him stay in my throat for longer periods of time. His hands sneak into my hair and pushes it away from my face so he can watch me. “You just have to have my cock in your mouth first thing in the morning don’t ya, honey?”
His dick pops out of my mouth and I replace it with my hand. I lay my head on his thigh, batting my eyelashes up at him while I jerk his dick in my hand. “I’ve just missed you, didn’t you miss me?” I pout my lip out at him slightly, playing into the needy and horny girlfriend role. Honestly, I don't have to even act that part. My pussy is a mess and I know the camera behind me is picking up on just how wet I am.
“Of course I did.” He grabs the side of my head and hovers me over his wet dick. “Now, put my cock back in your mouth so I can show you just how much I missed you.” I don’t know why he asked me because he doesn’t wait for me to lower my mouth on him all the way before he’s thrusting into my mouth.
Harry controls my head, fucking my throat while he lays under me. His moans are sinful, and make my cunt even more slick. I run my hands up and down his thigh, stopping over the tiger and scratching at it with my nails. “Fuck.” He moans at the pain and fucks my throat even harder. “Am I not fucking your mouth hard enough? Huh? You wanted me to go even harder?”
I pinch his hip, telling him it’s okay to keep going and he does. Harry’s hips come off the bed while he pulls my head down over and over again. Tears leak from my eyes from the pressure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Throughout all my sexual experiences I don’t think any man has even been this vocal in bed with me. His voice is rough and raspy and his moans are deep and sultry. Every word he says drips off his tongue like honey.
Harry suddenly pulls out of my mouth and forces my head to look up at him. “Get up here now. Need this little pussy in my tongue now, before I fuck you.”
The thought of his mouth on me makes me squirm and I move fast at his words. I crawl over his body, touching his chest and arms on my way up. “Can I get a kiss first, please?”
“Don’t have to ask me, baby.” Harry grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his warm lips. Kissing him feels exactly how I pictured. He’s soft but rough, fast but takes his time, and in control while making me feel like I hold the power. His tongue works against mine and I find myself loving the way he tastes.
I pull back from his lips, knowing if I don’t stop we’ll just kiss the entire time. If this was just for us, I would kiss him until my lips bruise and all the air evaporates from my lungs, but this isn’t just for us. Grabbing his cheeks, I open his mouth wide. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby. I need to make sure you’ll be wet enough to fuck my pussy with your tongue.”
“Don’t think I’ll need it with how wet you get, but I’ll never pass up the opportunity.” Harry winks at me as I spit into his mouth. My mouth is sloppy from the kiss we shared and the way he was relentless fucking up into my mouth causing a string of I admire how it looks sitting on his tongue, ready to be used.
Harry grabs my ass and pulls me until I’m straddling his head. He yanks my hips down, forcing me to fully sit on his face. His moan is unmistakable as he tastes me for the first time and I simultaneously moan at the feeling of his tongue on my clit.
Grabbing onto his hair for stability and also rocking my hips against his tongue I utter, “Fuck, Harry.” My clit is so sensitive from my orgasm and I know it wouldn’t take me much to finish again. His tongue licks from my entrance to my clit where he sucks it into his mouth and shakes his head to stimulate it further. I sound like I just ran a marathon with how heavy I’m breathing, but I can’t even find the time to be embarrassed about it.
It comes to a surprise to me when I feel his hand smack my ass once on each cheek, making my skin sting. Harry pulls away from my pussy just for a moment, “Can you not take me sucking on your little clit, baby? Does it feel too good?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just dives back into my cunt and sucks my clit into his mouth once again. As he shakes his head back and forth, his stubble on his cheeks rubs against the inside of my thigh creating a nice achy burn that I will feel tomorrow morning.
When he smacks my ass again, I cry out and lean my head against the headboard. “Keep doing that, Harry. You’re gonna make me cum.”
“You like me smacking your ass that much, honey?” I nod my head and whimper. He does it again and I nearly come just from that. “You’re such a dirty little thing.”
After a few more licks at my clit, I come all over his face and start shaking above him. My legs feel like jello and I don’t even know how I’m going to move from the position. “I could make you come on my face like that all fucking day, such a great thing to wake up to.” Harry realizes my weak legs and he runs his calloused hands over my hips and down my thighs. “You still want me to fuck you? Show you how much I’ve missed being deep in your little cunt?”
“Yes. Please, I need you inside me.” Harry reaches up and wraps his hand around my throat. Before I can even comprehend the fact that his long fingers, that I came around earlier, are around my neck he pushes me off his chest and down to the bed beside him.
Instinctively, my legs part for him and he gladly slides between them. His dick slides between my slick lips, tip lightly touching my still aching clit. “I can’t wait til I slip right into you.” Harry presses a light kiss to my lips, trailing them over to my cheek, across my jawline, and down my neck. As he goes further down, sucking light bruises into the skin of my breasts, he pinches my chin and turns my head until I’m watching us in the mirror. “But you gotta keep your eyes on me.”
“But-”
He climbs up my body, and whispers in my ear, “Listen to me, Em. Be a good girl and listen to me, okay?”
“O-okay.” My body shivers, hearing him call me my name during sex is everything I didn’t think I needed, but now it’s all I want. Harry trails my body in kisses again and this time I keep my eyes on him in the mirror. He buries his face into my cleavage, licking, kissing, and sucking my skin, leaving his mark behind. His large hands take in both of my breasts when he starts giving my stomach the same attention.
“Are you dripping yet for me? Do you think I could slip right in?”
“I don’t know. I guess you could always find out.” I tease. Harry turns his head and looks at me in the mirror. He takes in the smirk on my face and shakes his head while biting his lip.
“I love that mouth of yours,” Fingertips trace the outline of my lips, taunting me, “but I think I can find a different use for it.” Now fully hovering me, he grabs my hips and wraps my legs around his waist. “I want to hear those pretty little noises you make.” Sitting up on his knees, Harry holds my hip with one hand while lining his cock up to my entrance. “You think you can do that for me? Can you tell me how good I’m fucking you?”
“Yes, Harry. Just please, fuck-” Before I finish my sentence, Harry is already pushing into me, stretching my pussy out just for him. We both moan out at the feeling, and my nails dig into his abs. Red angry marks are left over the ink of his butterfly tattoo and I wish I had the time to admire the marks I made.
“Yeah, that’s good.” Harry finally sinks into me all the way and both of his hands are now gripping my hips with a fierce strength. “Mark me like that, baby. Mark me however you want.”
When my nails dig into his biceps he hisses and starts fucking into my relentlessly. Harry thursts into me while also using his grip on me to fuck my cunt onto his cock. The sound of our skin slapping against each other and the pleasure we are giving each other fills the room.
I find myself thankful that he kicked everyone out. Usually in these situations I find myself faking the moans, the pleasure, on my face, and the way my body is moving, but with him everything is natural.
I look at us in the mirror, with Harry now hovering over me and whimpering my name over and over again in my ear. His back muscles bulge and claim my attention as he fucks into me, deep and slow. His pelvis stimulates my clit every time he pushes deeper in me and I reluctantly take my eyes off him to throw my head back in pleasure.
“Takin’ me so good, Em.” He captures my lips in a kiss and our tongues clash. “I’m gonna need you again, but next time I want you all to myself.” Harry picks up in pace and I can barely hear him over the sound of my own moans. “Just for us, no one else.”
“I-I think I like the sound of that.” I clench down around his dick that’s soaked in my arousal and I feel the ache in my stomach, begging me for a release.
“But you like getting fucked in front of people, don’t you? You like getting fucked like the slut that you are?” He’s so close to my ear that no one will be able to hear his words in the video, but I can and it’s making me drip past him and onto the bed sheets.
If I answer him I know it would be loud, so all I do is nod. Harry slips out of me and I whimper at the empty feeling. It doesn’t last too long though, because Harry flips me around till I’m laying on my stomach and quickly fills me up again.
“I wish I could fuck you in every position, but you feel too good squeezing me.” The tip of his dick massages directly into my g-spot with every thrust he gives me and I bite the pillow to subside my screams. “Nuh uh,” Harry wraps my hair around his hand and tugs my face to the side so I’m looking at the mirror. “Need to see the pretty face as you come.”
The grip on my hair is released and placed back on my hips to angle them upwards. I slip my hand between my legs and rub lazy circles into my clit. The small stimulation pushes me over the edge, and by the way Harry’s face scrunches up and the deep moans escaping him I know my own orgasm caused his.
Breathlessly he falls forwards; forehead resting against the space between my shoulder blades. We stay like that for a while, catching our breaths and taking in each other. Harry kisses the skin of my back repeatedly as I sink into the sheets with him still inside me.
“Well, Em. I think we made a good video.”
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Kit to Ty
Ty,
I need someone to talk to and I don’t want it to be Julian or Emma. Or Jem or Tessa. So it’ll have to be you. Which means I can’t ever send this and you can’t ever read it. I’ll burn it in the garden when I’m done writing it so I’m not tempted to send it.
The gardens here are really excellent, by the way. I guess you know that since you’ve been here. There’s an old Georgian greenhouse, and a little pond with lilies and frogs and benches to watch them, and a walled garden, and it’s just very nice to walk around here with Mina. I never had a sister or brother before, you know that, but being with Mina makes me realize more about how you felt about Livvy. Still feel about Livvy I guess. I’m not saying I forgive you. Just maybe I understand more.
Blackthorn Hall is still being restored, of course, and there are faeries everywhere doing the restorations. They’re brownies, apparently, and even though they aren’t doing anything that interesting—weeding and carrying wheelbarrows of dirt and whatever—I can’t stop watching them. I have hardly seen any faeries at all since—well, since we were in that battle with them. I guess I didn’t realize how strictly I was being kept apart from them. Until now.
I should really stay away from them, because every time I get close enough for them to talk to me, they do something to freak me out. The head builder, this guy Round Tom— he’s not even that round, honestly — anyway the first time Round Tom saw me he did a little thing where he jumped in a circle and made some odd gestures in the air, and then bowed in my direction. I just turned around on my heel and walked off in the other direction like I had just remembered I forgot something.
And then General Winter, like Kieran’s General Winter, was there helping out—Julian says he’s there to keep all the workers in line since they are scared of General Winter but not Round Tom—and he knew I was the First Heir. Like the Riders did.
The Riders whose horses I made disappear. Or something. I don’t know if they ever came back. No one seems to know.
I tried to pretend I didn’t hear General Winter either but we were just out in the open and it would have been way too obvious. So when he addressed me as First Heir all I could think of to say was, “That’s me. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told.”
“If you’ve been told,” he said, “then it is true, since we do not lie.”
I wanted to say buddy, I worked at the Los Angeles Shadow Market for years. Faeries do all kinds of sketchy stuff. Instead I just said, “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do about it.”
General Winter watched me with this thoughtful look on his face, and said, “You need do nothing about it, yet. Indeed, at this moment that might be the wisest course of action. For things are strange in Faerie.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
“There are disturbances,” he said slowly. “Rumors swirl about the Seelie Court. And Mother Hawthorn walks again.”
BEfore I could ask him what any of that meant, Round Tom came rushing over. “Cousins.” (I had forgotten faeries sometimes addressed each other like that, and it gave me a little shiver, like he was saying, you are one of us.) “I have found something. Please come with me.”
He led us around to one of the big plane trees. A little ways away from the trunk was a huge hole, and then on the other side of the tree were two sawhorses across which balanced a coffin.
At least I think it was a coffin. It was really busted up, half-rotted, cracked everywhere, caked in dirt. It was obviously the thing that had come out of the hole.
“A tomb?” said General Winter as we got closer, but Round Tom was shaking his head.
“We would not have disturbed a tomb,” said Round Tom. “But none lie buried here. Only magic, of a dark and powerful kind.” He stepped back. “Look inside.”
I came closer. There was indeed a bunch of random stuff inside the coffin. It looked like—well, you know how old Egyptian pharaohs were buried with all their belongings? It was like that, I assume for a Shadowhunter, except the belongings were a weird assortment. It was dirty and falling apart and mostly just junk—papers and little jars and bits of fabric and the hilt of a sword with no blade, that kind of thing.
“How old is it?” I said, and Round Tom reached it and fished out a liquor bottle. The label was pretty faded and ripped but it was a printed label, in a Victorian style. I wondered if Jem or Tessa would have any guess whose stuff it could be.
“You said there was magic here?” I said.
“Dark magic,” Round Tom said gravely. “Wild magic.”
“The curse?” said General Winter.
Round Tom’s expression cleared and he shrugged. “Perhaps not. It’s actually much less demonic in nature than the curse on the house. But emanating from the foot of an unremarkable tree it bore exploration. There are two items that might be of further interest.”
He cleared away some of the mess and revealed a scabbard. It was a very nice scabbard. Sorry, that doesn’t really capture it. A very very nice scabbard. It needed some cleaning up, but it was obviously beautiful and, I’m sure, valuable. It was steel but covered in gold inlay all over in the shape of leaves and birds. There were some runes on it, too, so it was definitely a Shadowhunter’s at some point.
“Nice,” I said.
“It is more than ‘nice,’” General Winter said. “It is clearly the work of Lady Melusine herself. See how it has not deteriorated at all?”
Round Tom looked important. “And yet it is the less interesting of the two pieces,” he said. With a great dramatic gesture that he had clearly practiced ahead of time, he pushed all of the junk to one side in the coffin, leaving—
“Is that…a gun?” I said.
“One of those mundane weapons, yes,” said Round Tom. He picked it up as though it might go off, though it was rusty and covered in dirt. It was a revolver. It didn’t look any different than revolvers from a million gangster movies, or Westerns—I guess if I were really sending this to Ty I would have to explain what a Western was.
Anyway the big difference was this gun was covered in etchings and runes and words and was obviously magic af. (Which means . . . oh, never mind what it means.)
“But Shadowhunters don’t use guns,” I said.
“They never have,” General Winter agreed. He picked up the gun with a surprising amount of familiarity, and sighted along it in the direction of a nearby tree. He tried to fire and it just clicked — the cylinder didn’t even turn.
“Rusted shut, probably,” said Tom. General Winter handed it to me to look at. I’m not good enough with runes to know any of the ones that were on it. I pointed it at the same tree, kind of as a joke, kind of just to feel how heavy it was, and pulled the trigger, and there was a huge BANG and a bunch of wood splinters exploded from the tree.
My arm kicked back from the force of the shot. And we all stared. My ears were buzzing, but I thought I heard Round Tom say something to General Winter. I’m pretty sure the words First Heir were in there.
Certainly when I looked at them again, at Round Tom and General Winter, their expressions were guarded. Closed.
“Perhaps we should take this item inside and see if the other Nephilim recognize anything about it,” General Winter said flatly.
“I’m sure it just only works for Shadowhunters,” I told General Winter, but he just gave me kind of a troubled look and said nothing. “Anyway. I’ll bring it in.”
I could feel General Winter and Round Tom watching me as I ran across the lawn and into the house. Jem and Tessa were sitting on a couch in the drawing-room, watching Mina coloring with crayons on some butcher paper.
The moment I came in holding the gun both of them looked utterly shocked. Tessa got to her feet and moved between me and Mina. I told myself she was standing between the gun and Mina, but it still felt rotten.
“What—” said Jem, standing up, but he didn’t finish the sentence. He just stared at me, and the gun.
“Round Tom found it in the garden,” I said. “Is this a gun for Shadowhunters?” I could feel my voice getting tighter. “Shadowhunters don’t use guns.”
“Long ago, Christopher Lightwood tried to create a gun that Shadowhunters could fire,” said Tessa. She was still staring at the gun.
“It was in a coffin,” I said. “With a bunch of other stuff. A broken sword, and a fancy scabbard.”
“I wondered what he did with it,” said Jem. He? Who was he?
Jem and Tessa exchanged a look. “The gun belonged to my son James,” she said. I felt kind of sick. Tessa hardly ever talked about her children with Will. “He was the only one who could use it. It would not fire in anyone’s hands but his.”
“I fired it,” I said.
They both looked stunned, and not in a good way.
“You are very special, Kit,” Jem said. “You are the First Heir. We don’t yet know the extent of how that power works in you.”
“Or perhaps it is just that he has faerie blood,” said Tessa.
I could have said that it definitely wasn’t just faerie blood because General Winter couldn’t use the gun and he doesn’t only have faerie blood, he has a full faerie body with faerie organs and everything. But I didn’t say anything. I just felt a weird feeling in my stomach. I said I would put the gun away and not use it, and Jem and Tessa seemed to feel that was the best thing I could do, and Mina piped up and said “Gun!” and then I felt like the worst person on earth.
So now it’s late and I’m up writing this letter to you that I am going to burn when I’m done, because I can’t sleep. Because I don’t want to be the only person in the world who can fire a magic gun. I don’t want General Winter to straighten up when I’m nearby like I outrank him. I don’t want any of this. I had five minutes where I got to think, oh neat, I found this cool-looking gun and I bet there’s a story behind it, I wonder if they’ll let me keep it or if it needs to go to a museum or something. And then I fired it and instantly—just another thing that’s weird about me.
Good night, Ty. I’ll never send this, and you’ll never read it.
Kit
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1) Back Where I Belong | Explicit | 7,217 words
Harry’s trying to have a conversation with Nick, who he hasn’t seen in nearly three months, but the way Nick’s eyes keep darting over his shoulder every few seconds is quite distracting.
It’s ironic, because at least a quarter of the reason that he’s even talking to Nick in the first place is because he needs a distraction. He’s all too aware of exactly what’s going on behind his back.
Nick is the one who finally brings it up. “Do you think he’s doing it to spite you?”
“He’s definitely doing it to spite me,” Harry answers tightly, resisting the urge to crane his neck around so he can see. He clutches his drink a little tighter, trying to keep his tenuous control over his own movements.
2) Come A Little Closer | Explicit | 9,867 words
Louis puts on lingerie. It's not, like, a thing.
3) Fuck U Betta | Explicit | 11,438 words
There’s something about having Louis like this, exposed and desperate, that makes a primal urge bubble up from deep inside Harry’s chest. Desire mixed with something else, something unquantifiable. It’s the thing that makes them want this, need this. Nothing else will satisfy them or quench their thirst.
4) Please, I'm Begging | Explicit | 13,746 words
Louis is an omega who just wants to be with Harry
5) Rendezvous | Explicit | 15,357 words
"Harry's got a date tonight." Zayn greets him.
Louis misses the good old times, when people used to say hello.
"Why's he got a date, Louis?"
Louis has no time for Zayn's nonsense, he's late to crash Harry's date.
He only came here for one thing.
"I need the fur coat." he announces. "No questions asked."
6) I’m Kind Of Into It | Explicit | 19,483 words
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A pair of eyes follow him, narrowed and if Louis has judged right; assessing. Trying to see if Louis has a favourite. Waiting to see if he gives it up to one of the baying crowd. He doesn't. He straightens up and moves smoothly back towards the intriguing man in the front-row seat.
He hasn't moved, bar to clutch his fingers slightly around the edges of the circle-shaped seat; his thighs pushing open a little further as he tucks his ass in; showcasing his dick somewhat.
The dress pants do barely anything to cover the jut of that length and Louis makes it his personal mission to make him hard. It's insulting really that he's not already there. He's been dancing for three minutes and if that isn't long enough to incite some interest then what is?
7) Play By The Rules | Explicit | 21,835 words
Fed up with the excess energy that’s wreaking havoc on his personal and professional life, Louis asks his boyfriend to dom him in the hopes that it’ll help him relax. Unfortunately, Harry is a bit of a disaster when it comes to being a dom. So, Louis decides to get creative to try and encourage the dominant side out of him.
8) Worth The Wait | Explicit | 29,262 words
In all the words Louis would use to describe a baby shower, the last one he’d ever thought to use was depressing.
9) Can’t Fool Me | Explicit | 30,162 words
AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.
10) Blue Songs Are Like Tattoos | Explicit | 30,739 words
“Good morning, University of California, you’re listening to KALX 90.7 FM Berkeley, this is DJ Harry Styles. If the owner of the tapes I’ve been finding around the studio doesn’t come forward and introduce himself, I’m going to continue tossing them straight in the trash!”
11) Like It’s A Game | Explicit | 32,223 words
There is little harry hates more than truth or dare.
12) All This Devotion | Explicit | 38,047 words
Louis is Harry’s work wife. The already blurry lines of their friendship are smudged further when they get caught up in a web of lies.
13) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don’t Bite) | Mature | 42,036 words
Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.
14) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42,207 words
Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.
15) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57,077 words
A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared.
Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate.
‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand.
“Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”
16) Not Afraid Of Living On A Fault Line | Explicit | 55,218 words
His eyes widened when he realized he had just somehow managed to ask Harry to hang out.
Judging by Harry’s own expression, he wasn't the only one who was shocked. Louis expected him to laugh off the ridiculous request but the beta looked up at him, almost hopefully. “Are you being serious?”
“Um,” was all Louis could say, feeling every bit as speechless as Harry had been earlier. “Are you?”
Harry shrugged. “I’ve been told I need to get out more.”
17) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64,602 words
Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.
18) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83,712 words
Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realizing that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.”
Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.
19) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words
Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them.
Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one.
Until two terrible truths are revealed.
One, he's adopted.
Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers.
Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.
20) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words
Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind.
In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.
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Tree hugger girlfriend
story description: moving to a whole other clan wasn't easy. but a certain Metkayina boy makes it bearable. (AonungxSully!reader)
So this story wasn't really requested I just wrote it for you guys, my requests are still open so feel free to request guys!! This is kind of a long story, but I enjoyed writing it, I hope you guys enjoy this
fluff :)
As soon as we stepped foot on Metkayina’s tribe ground everyone’s eyes were on us. They stared at us as if they’d never seen anything like us before, it made me uncomfortable. Neteyam noticed and pulled me to stand in the middle of him and Lo’ak. Kiri got the hint and stood next to Lo’ak.
We stood behind our parents and Tuk. Everyone started to circle around us I noticed that they have lighter skin than us, weird-looking tails and ears, and bigger hands. ‘They look funny’ I thought and chuckled to myself, Lo’ak elbowed me as if he was telling me ‘not right now’.
I saw Lo’ak looking at one of the Metkania women who just came out of the water, I cringed at him. Amongst the many stares at me, I felt one that was putting me slightly off, I grabbed Neteyam’s hand for comfort and leaned into him slightly.
2 male Metkayina came to the front and eyed me and my siblings out, we paid our respects to them but they just stared at us ‘Penis-face’ I thought. I made eye contact with the larger male, maybe it was me being tired from the long flight, but his gaze softened, and we kept eye contact until I noticed the chief and chiefess coming towards us.
They decided to let us stay with the exception of learning their ways. I learned that the girl Lo’ak was staring at was Tsireya and the 2 penis faces that were staring at us are Roxto and Aunong. They were siblings, the chief’s children. They were going to teach us how to be Metkayina. Aunong was assigned to teach me.
“You need to work on holding your breath longer, come, we will work on slowing your heart rate down” we settled on a rock in the water “breath from here” he instructed and placed his hand on his stomach, his hands are warm for a fish, I took a deep breath, his hands on my body made me nervous, he placed his other hand above my heart “your heart rate is still too fast” I let out a frustrated sigh “Hey, it’s okay, we’ll just keep practicing until you get it, there is no rush okay?” he assures me with a smile, I smile back and gave him a short nod.
‘Come on let’s try again’ he places his warm hands on my stomach and heart, this time I concentrate and close my eyes and breathe, I did it correctly, he looks at me and smiles ‘see you’re doing it, now let’s get in the water and try it’. I let out a nervous breath, he notices my nervousness, and he spoke again “No need to be nervous okay, ill be right here, I won’t let anything happen to you.” I nod and take a few deep breaths before going under.
He continues to guide me deeper and deeper until we reach the beautiful coral, I stop and see millions of different kinds of fish, and I look around in awe. He must have noticed me stopping because he comes up a offers me his hand, I hesitantly took his hand. He guided me around the coral it was truly beautiful, I thank Ewya for blessing her people with this beauty.
I spent the whole day with Aunong, he showed me around the clan, and let me ride on his ilu who was very sweet. I got to know him more and we got more comfortable with each other.
We were watching the sunset on the reef I spoke “You guys are very lucky”, “Why is that (y/n)?” I turned to him “Are you kidding, Metkayina is so beautiful,” I stare back at the sunset “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen”
He turns and looks at me for a while “I’ve seen prettier.” I look at him like he’s crazy “your joking right” He gazes at my face as if he’s trying to memorize every detail “I’m not joking, I’m looking at her right now” he smiles, I gaze up at him, his gaze is so gentle, so full of warmth, I smile shyly “thank you Ao-”
‘(y/n)’ a voice behind us interrupts me, I look and see Neteyam eyeing us out ‘Neteyam’ I say surprised, me and Aonung rise from our spots ‘(y/n) come home now it’s getting late.’ I try and argue ‘But we were watch-’ Neteyam cuts me off with a more forceful tone ‘Now (y/n)’ not that I listen to him often but I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Aonung.
I turn back to Aonung “Thanks for showing me around today, and for the lessons, I had fun today.” Aonung looks at my brother and then at me with a small smile “No problem, I had fun with you, I hope you enjoyed your first day here, kìyevame. (See you soon)” with that I left with Neteyam and we began walking to our Marui.
Neteyam nudges my shoulder as we walk “The chief’s son huh?” he asks with a playful smirk, I shove him slightly off of me “Shut up, Nete” I say slightly embarrassed.
A month went by like that, Aonung teaching me how to be Metkayina. Our bond grew stronger we grew a flirty and playful relationship. After I ignored him for 2 weeks for what he did to Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Kiri, he begged me to forgive him, he even apologized to each of my siblings, I eventually forgave him, he earned my trust back by building his own bonds with each of family members.
I found myself growing feelings for him, it’s not like his behavior helped though. When he touched me his hands would linger, hold my hand, and makes comments on how prettier I looked every day. I found myself missing him when he wasn’t around, which wasn’t often but still I hated when he wasn’t with me.
My siblings would often tease me about the relationship I have with him, I’d always deny it and say ‘we’re just really good friends’ they never believed my words though, do I blame them, no. Aonung treated me differently than everyone else, and everyone else sensed it, he was gentler, kinder, and more patient with me. Tsireya who I grew a close bond with would also tease me, but that didn’t last long because I’d come back with comments on her and Lo’ak.
The only people who weren’t fond of the idea of us together were Aonung’s friends. His friends still haven’t forgiven my brothers for beating them up. They didn’t fail to remind me and my siblings every day that we were different from them, that we would never be true Na’vi. When Aonung was around he and Tsireya would stand up for us but we Sully knew how to hold our ground.
Me and Aonung would often sneak out at night just to hang out with each other. It was more peaceful when it was just him and me, more time to ourselves, more time for him to have me to himself he would say. Tonight was no different as I snuck quietly out of my Marui to meet up with him.
When I arrived at our usual spot I saw Aonung and the sight of him brought an immediate smile to my face, as I made my way to him 4 boys beat me to it, I recognized them, it was his friends, the same friends that wouldn’t leave me or my siblings alone. I decided to stay back a while just until they had left. I heard one of the boys say “Hey lover boy, where is your little forest girlfriend” at that comment I turned back to the group and decided to listen to what they had to say.
“Shut up you Skxawng, she isn’t my girlfriend” I knew Aonung was easily pressured by his friends, he felt like he had to be perfect in their eyes, I couldn’t blame him it was the same way with Neteyam, its something about being the eldest child of the chief, you had to be perfect.
“She and her family are freaks, they don’t belong here,” another one of his stupid friends said “I don’t understand why you guys dislike them so much, they are actually pretty cool,” I smiled at Aonung’s words.
His friends turned to him shock written all over their faces “Bro, c’mon you don’t actually have feelings for that tree hugger, they are-” Aonung cut him off “No you are wrong about them. You are wrong about her. She’s unlike anyone I’ve met before. I mean how can you not like her, she’s sweet and kind to our people, she’s smart and patient and she has this twinkle in her eye when she sees something she is amazed by, and don’t even get me started on her beauty.”
My heartbeat grows more and I listen with a smile on my face, he continues “her smile is so warm, and just being in her presence brings me joy. Her family is loyal and kind, you’ve got it all wrong, you judge them before you knew them.” He places his hands on his friend’s shoulders and shakes his head “Give them a chance, get to know them, don’t be so quick to judge people different than us brothers.” his friends groan “Since when have you grown so soft Aonung”
Aonung shrugged with a smile on his face “She has that effect” he said with a playful smile, his friends roll their eyes “Just for you, we’ll get to know them, we won’t make fun of your forest friends and your tree hugger girlfriend” Aonung smiles “Thank you brothers, now get home it’s late” his friends nod “Come with us” his friend offers. Aonung shakes his head and smiles “Can’t, I’m waiting for my tree hugger girlfriend” Aonung mocks his previous words, ‘girlfriend’ I smile at his words. His friends chuckle and walk-off not before shouting to him “Bye lover boy”.
I stand there for a while realizing what just happened, he stood up for me, not just for me but also my family, and my feelings for him only grew. He risked being judged by his friends for the sake of my family. I let his words about me sink in not only did he talk about my beauty he talked about how smart and patient I was. From that point on I saw Aonung differently, in a new light.
He stood there looking at the moon he released a deep breath, and I decided to finally join him. “Tree hugger girlfriend huh?” I say with a playful smile. He turned around quickly he looked embarrassed “(Y/N)” he said surprised “h-how much of that did you hear?” he asked in a nervous tone. “Enough” I answered coming up to him. As soon as I reached him I pulled him into a hug, his warm body collided with mine, I swear I could stay like this forever. His reaction was delayed as if he was surprised at my actions.
But he finally reacted by placing one arm around my waist and one hand on my head. We stayed like that for a while, not saying anything, just relishing in each other’s warmth, holding each other tightly as if id lose him.
“Thuskn ui” I mumbled incoherently into his chest, he chuckled and gently pulled my head out of his chest “What did you say?” he asked playfully. I smiled up at him and kissed him on the cheek “I said thank you” I can tell he was flustered by my action “thank you? F-for what?” he asked “For sticking up for my family,” I rubbed his chest with my hands and continued speaking “For sticking up for me, I appreciate it more than you know”.
He smiled down at me, put his hand on my cheek and gently caressed “you do not need to thank me, you and your family have been amazing, well Lo’ak can be a pain sometimes” I chuckled at that. “I always protect the people I love, you and your family are part of Metkayina now, apart of my clan, remember I told you that I’d never let anything happen to you on your first day here” I smile at that memory and nod in response. “I intend to honor what I said, as long as I’m around no one will ever hurt you, I’ll make sure of that”
His words hit me and I think it hit him at the same time he said he loved me. I couldn’t hide my smile, ‘we probably look weird smiling like idiots and holding eachother’ I thought. He put his forehead against mines and grabbed both of my hands, he stared into my eyes “oel ngati kameie (I see you), and I’ll always be here to protect you from anyone and anything, tìyawn.(love)” I let go of his hands to hold his face in my hands, I feel one of his hands go to my waist pulling me closer, and the other hand pressing my hands on his face. I smile and spoke “Oel ngati kameie, Aonung. I’ll protect you to, no matter what.”
He starts to lean in and I follow, before I know it his lips collide with mines. His lips are warm and he kisses me gently. ‘Ewya let me stay like this forever’ I thought. After awhile I needed air and slowly broke our kiss, he opens his eyes and frowns trying to follow my lips, I laugh “I need air my love” I said playfully, he groans “have our breathing lessons not teach you nothing” he jokes, we both laugh in harmony.
We sat back down on the sand, I sat between his legs with my back in his chest facing the beach. He rests his head on my shoulder, kissing the crook of my neck while I play with his fingers, we sat in sat in silence just wanting to be in eachother presence.
As I played with his fingers I thought back to what he was saying about me with his friends, I smile and broke the silence “So I made you all soft huh?” I say playfully with a small smirk on my face, he lightly chuckles and hides his face in my neck. “You are not gonna let me forget that are you?”, I chuckle and answered “Maybe for a kiss, I could” he comes out from his hiding spot and gently turns my head towards his, and slowly leans in “that I can do.”
Woooo that was a long story. I hope you guys enjoyed :)
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Idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are I have something I’ve been think about for a bit now,,,
How about HCs for the bucciarati gang where the gang is teasing the member about reader but he denies it to get them to stop their constant teases (even though it’s obvious their in love with them) and reader hears it (because they walked into the room or something) and become sad/sulky and ignores them as a result like basically how each member would react to that!
If you can that would be awesome! I’ve become so obsessed with your writing so please continue writing for as long as it makes you happy cause I guarantee it brightens other people’s days as well! 💖
Facade (Bucci gang x gn! reader hcs)
in which they are being teased about liking you...
bruno bucciarati, giorno giovanna, leone abbacchio // i currently have no idea what to write for mista, fugo nor narancia, please, give me ideas in the comments.
"Come on, man, just admit you like them!" Trish laughed and a sigh escaped past his lips. The man felt like one of the veins in his neck was about to pop. He despised being teased about his feelings towards you. He thought he was doing a good job at hiding them, but apparently, the whole gang knew except, well...you.
"No! I don't like them at all, shut up! We were, we are and we will always be only friends!" He yelled and, when he turned around to leave, he felt like his world was going to crumble. You were standing right there and the look on your face said everything: What you just heard completely broke your heart.
Without saying a word, you turned and left, and, from then on, everything went down the hill. You either ignored him for weeks or when you spoke to him, only a blunt coldness was showed in your voice.
☆Bruno Bucciarati☆
Bruno felt his heart break every time you looked at him with such hatred...Well, at least on the times you looked at him. Because yes, there went weeks without you sparing him a glance;
And all of that because his friends just couldn't keep their mouths shut. That, and because he was too much of a coward to admit the fact that he did like you;
Bruno went from looking like the most put-together man to looking like one of those homeless people. Big, dark circles could be seen around his eyes from all the sleepless nights he had been thinking about how can he fix this. His hair was a mess. Wait, scratch that...He was a mess;
He decided he couldn't keep going with this facade and that you two needed to discuss it. You were adults now. You had to communicate;
Even if it wasn't at easy to do as it was to say, he abused the fact that he was the boss of the team you were in and called you into his office because of a "mission" he had to assign you;
"Are you going to tell me the mission, or do I have to sit here forever?" you spat five minutes after stepping into his office. "Take a seat, please," he said calmly;
"Tell me the mission." you insisted, and he sighed. "Sit down first." Bruno countered, and you rolled your eyes. The faster you did what he said, the quicker you would leave. The more you sat and looked at him, the harder it was for you to not let your tears flow, his words clear as fresh water in your head;
"There is no mission. We need to talk." The moment you heard that, you wanted to get up. "At listen to me, please." His voice sounded so...pained. You sighed and sat back down, a quiet way of telling him you were going to listen to him;
"Look, I know that the situation I put you in a few weeks ago was a painful one, hearing your friend say they don't like you at all...It is a pretty difficult thing to manage. I wish to say...It was all a big misunderstanding. I-" You raised a brow at that, your soft voice interrupting him;
"You mean that saying you indirectly hate me is all a misunderstanding?";
"Yes! I wasn't saying that I hate you...I was saying that I don't like you in...that way." You opened your mouth to talk back again, and he raised his hand to stop you. "Before you comment, let me finish. I was lying when I said I don't like you. I love you, Y/N. I was just scared of you not...feeling the same. And I know my friends, they can't keep quiet when they know something.";
You stared at him wide-eyed. No words were coming out of your mouth and only now you noticed the absolutely horrible state he was in. You don't think you've ever seen Bruno this stressed;
"I really...don't know what to say, Bruno. I'm sorry for reacting how I did, I just...I thought you hated me. And it broke my heart knowing the one I'm in love with hates me." You admitted and he gave you the same stare you just gave him;
"You mean you like me back?!"
☆Giorno Giovanna☆
Giorno had no idea what to do for you to forgive him;
He was never good with expressing his love and gratitude for others, and he was especially worse at it when it came to you;
The day he met you was the day his world was turned upside down. He was ready to do anything it took for you to love him back, but it seemed that all his effort was crushed after his little outburst;
Everytime he tried pulling you away from the rest to talk to you, to explain you why he said that, to apologize, you gave him the cold shoulder. And, with every cold, unamused gaze you gave him, his heart shattered;
Unlike Bruno, he couldn't just make you come to him. The only thing he could do was sit and watch you from afar. Sit and watch how pretty you looked when you laughed during those weeks, but it was never with him;
"Please, just look at me" was his thought every time you avoided his begging eyes. Quietly, Giorno begged you to look at him. To forgive him. And he never begged;
His only option was writing you letter. He wrote, and he wrote. The blonde poured his feelings and his explanations that you refused to listen to into words on a paper and slipped them into your purse, disguised as a ladybug;
He only knew that you read them when you showed up at his door at one in the morning, messy hair and teary-eyed. No words were spoken between the two of you, but you both understood what each other meant;
You crashed your body into his and he was there to catch you. He was there. And he will always be there for you, to soothe your pain, even if he was the cause;
As you sobbed into his arms, emotions overwhelming you, he rubbed your back and planted a kiss on your head. There were no words needed anymore, the two souls of yours were connected into one as both of you acknowledged and realized your feelings for each other;
"Now you finally know I love you more than anything in this world, tesoro."
☆Leone Abbacchio☆
Abbacchio hated you. He really did;
He hated the way you made him feel love for the first time in years. He hated the way he loved your smile. The way he cherished every moment spent with you. He hated how he was always there, watching your every move, but not daring to step in. He hated the way you never backed away from him, the way you always searched for him and considered his opinions. And he absolutely loathed the way he was craving your presence;
Ever since that little...incident, should we call it, happened, it was like he was invisible again. You didn't even look at him, let alone talk or be near him the way you were before;
He wanted to curse at you, at his so-said friends who brought this upon him. It was only their fault, if they only knew when was time to shut the fuck up, he wouldn't be in this shitty situation. But, most of all, he wanted to curse at himself. For being such a coward and never admitting his feelings for you to himselft, let alone others;
And right now, for the second time in his life, Leone was desperate;
The only solution he had was drowning himself in alcohol. The substance he was so used to was his only solution to end his despair. He thought that, if he couldn't think, you would leave his mind;
But oh, how wrong he was. He found himself thinking even more about you. It's like you were stuck in his head, exactly like the roots of his hair were;
That's exactly why he was there, in front if your house, desperately knocking at three o'clock in the morning, desperately seeking you;
Annoyed by the never-ending sound of knocking on your door, you opened the door to your house, wondering who could it be at this hour. However, you certainly didn't expect seeing your usually stoic teammate, drunk and with such a look on his face;
"A-Abbacchio?! What are you doing here?" you asked and were met with silence. Pure, cold silence;
Without saying a word, he pulled you into his body, and this was the first time ever since you met him that he hugged you. Even if he didn't say anything, you somehow understood everything;
The silence was now comforting and, even if you had no clear explanation, you didn't exactly care at that moment. You could speak tomorrow, now, you just enjoyed his warmth;
"I love you, Y/N."
the queen of angst lmao
hope you liked it anon <3
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Hey so here’s a really mean Sandman thought I had...
I just finished reading The Kindly Ones for the first time. (Yeah.) And I must say, it was a very interesting experience from the perspective of someone who both watched the show first and has also been hanging around deeply into fandom enough that I’ve absorbed spoilers/meta/whatever else surrounding the end of the comics before reading them to draw my own conclusions.
Now I have. And I think I’ve come to some interesting ones.
First off, naturally, Neil Gaiman has written the ultimate tragedy. Everything comes full circle, every decision made with the best possible intentions has the worst possible outcome, and it was always going to be this way. It’s a masterstroke, and as I read I was less sad than admiring at the completeness of it, the way everything slots into place so neatly.
Ever since I spoiled myself for the ending (which I’m glad I did,) I’ve read quite a bit of Kindly Ones meta. Many words have been spilled around the subject of “if someone had just SEEN what was wrong...” but MANY people did! Fiddler’s Green. Matthew. Nuala. And, of course, Hob, who Dream walks out on - again - because he’s being too perceptive. Again.
I was also reading the book with the foreknowledge that this is all an elaborate suicide plot on the part of Dream. After all, as Death says at the end, “the only reason you got yourself into this mess is because this is where you wanted to be.” And, later, when Dream says he has made all the preparations necessary, “You’ve been making them for ages. You just didn’t let yourself know that was what you were doing.” To which Dream replies, “if you say so.”
So we have lots of people saying lots of things about Dream, but what do Dream’s actions say for themselves? Because I must admit, reading the book knowing how it was going to end threw a lot of those assumptions into a new light.
Let’s go back to the conversation with Death. Dream says: “I did not plan this, my sister. I had imagined that I would be able to keep events here in check. I intended to play a waiting game, in which, ultimately, no harm was done.”
This I believe. One of the things that never sat right with me was Dream sitting back and letting his creations suffer, if his intention all along was to destroy himself. I don’t believe that’s in character for Dream in any incarnation.
What was Dream’s motivation? Dream is tired. He says so himself. He’s been tired for a long time, probably even before his imprisonment and having to basically remake the Dreaming and since then he hasn’t had a moment’s peace, what with Season of Mists and Orpheus and everything else. I think meeting Daniel planted the seed in his mind, that there was an out. As Death says, “...the stuff you do. Where you do it, and you won’t even admit to yourself it’s what you’re doing.”
Meeting Daniel was that moment for Dream. Someone who could take over his responsibilities in the Dreaming. He can’t just walk away, like Destruction and Lucifer. That’s not who he is. I think Dream’s plan was to wait for Daniel to grow up some, and then... something. ??? profit. Maybe he would’ve gone to the Fates himself and taken their punishment for Orpheus. (Because he does, as Nuala astutely points out, want to be punished for Orpheus).
BUT, Daniel gets stolen while he’s still a baby. So Dream sends Matthew and the newly-remade Corinthian after him. Lyta, meanwhile, instigates the Furies, so now they’re on a ticking clock.
(I don’t, personally, think that Dream freed Loki with the intention of setting all this in motion, but that’s up to reader interpretation.)
Dream makes preparations. It certainly seems like he’s making peace with the fact of his death. He visits Nada (a small boy in Hong Kong), does a census of the Dreaming, acknowledges his servants, feeds pigeons, examines his properties in the waking world, and reviews various treaties and agreements to which the Dreaming is subject. He is responsible. He’s getting his affairs in order in case things don’t fall the way he expects them to.
When his Griffin is killed, Dream tells Furies: “I can create another, who would not even know that it had ever died.” Cold, perhaps, but very in keeping with the type of backwards kindness we’ve seen from Dream throughout the series. He also says: “This is my world, ladies. I control it, I am responsible for it. You with neither destroy it nor will you destroy me.”
The last part, as we know, is simply true. The Dreaming can be restored endlessly, and even if the facet known as Morpheus is destroyed, Dream will continue. But it’s the first part that’s significant. I control it, I am responsible for it. That part says to me that he would not allow his creations to suffer. He is responsible for them. And yes, he could restore them with a thought, but why bother? If he’s trying to get himself killed, why doesn’t the story just end here and now? With the Furies and Dream alone in his throne room?
Clearly, he’s waiting for Daniel. He can’t allow himself to be removed without a successor in place. Once the Furies leave, he immediately calls Matthew for an update. Matthew comments on how cold Dream sounds - he’s feeling the pressure.
Fiddler’s Green is killed. Does Dream say “I can create another?” No. He immediately goes in search of Lyta, to hopefully negate the wrath of the Furies. A stopgap, as the Furies would find another avatar in time, but Dream is taking action. He is not passively letting his doom collapse around his ears.
He’s foiled by Thessaly (all my homies hate Thessaly). While they are estranged exes, Thessaly admits that protecting Lyta from Dream was “not entirely” to hurt him: she struck a deal with the Three for a bit more life. Hurting Dream was an added bonus. She knows Dream well enough that he won’t break the rules in order to kill Lyta.
Dream is visibly upset by this. He won’t break the rules, but Thessaly’s actions (and his own, by extension) mean that more destruction will be wrought in the Dreaming. Lucien takes him to task for it:
Lucien asks why he isn’t restoring the things the Furies destroyed, but it makes sense to halt the source of the destruction first, rather than needing to fix things over and over again. Dream is at a loss. His plan was foiled and now he has no way to hold off the Furies. And Daniel is still missing. He could summon his sister right now (as he says, “by his own hand or another’s”) but that would leave the Dreaming in disarray, and he won’t do that.
Now to add Nuala’s summons into the mix. While Death will later point out that yes, Dream could have rejected the summons, I think it’s important to remember that he does actually try, at first:
“I must most earnestly beseech you...” That is begging. That is literal begging from Dream of the Endless, and it doesn’t stop there. “You do me a disservice, Nuala,” Dream says, after Nuala quotes his promise back to him. He tries to get out of it! But Nuala won’t let him, throws his words in his face, and thereby seals his fate. Because Dream of the Endless, if nothing else, keeps his word, follows the rules. As he says later: “If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.”
He can’t just leave his realm like Destruction. He can’t ignore the rules and kill Lyta anyway. He can’t go back on his word and reject Nuala’s summons. If he did that, he would no longer be Dream.
So, he sets Daniel up in his new role as best as he can with the time he has left, and then he takes his sister’s hand to prevent any further damage to the Dreaming. Death accuses him of planning the whole thing, and perhaps that’s true. Perhaps he saw where the pieces were laid on the board and manipulated them to his advantage. I certainly don’t deny that ever since Orpheus he had intended to take himself out of the picture, one way or another. But I truly don’t think he meant for it to happen like this. I don’t see him as a cold-hearted chessmaster, forcing himself into a corner until he has no way out, with his creations’ existences hanging in the balance. I think he had a plan, and tried to stick to the plan as best he could, as the true tragedy spun into place around him: it was always going to happen like this.
Are y’all ready for the mean thought?
Because thinking about it this way, if truly all he wanted was a way out, he could have expedited the process at any point. As I hope I have shown here, to the contrary, his behaviour reads to me as someone who held out until the absolute bitter end, until he literally had no other choice. What are we to make of this? On the one hand, we have Death’s accusation about “...the stuff you do. Where you do it, and you won’t even admit to yourself it’s what you’re doing.” Maybe that’s true. Death knows Dream, and knows what she’s talking about.
On the other hand, we have a scene, way back at the beginning, with Hob. (Hob who, incidentally, doesn’t seem all that surprised to see Dream outside the confines of their century meetings, given that he thought their toast during Season of Mists was a dream, but I digress.) (Dream also goes to see Hob the instant there’s any inkling of trouble, again, as he does in Season of Mists, but I digress a second time.) And Hob is, as in 1889, too perceptive by half. As Dream is walking away, Hob says:
“You take care of yourself.”
What if Dream went to Hob, knowing his friend, being perceptive, would guess that something was up?
What if he just wanted to be reminded that someone cared whether or not something happened to him?
He gave Hob a promise that he would take care of himself. And so he did, in the face of overwhelming odds. (Odds that he may or may not have set in motion himself, true, but that just makes it more extraordinary.) Until he couldn’t any more. Until taking care of the Dreaming took precedence over taking care of the aspect, Morpheus.
Because Dream of the Endless always keeps his word.
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Hi! Reques please, where tara x r. R hard studying for exams and forget about basic human needs, i mean 2-3h of sleep, eat coffein or something light, and Tara comforts her, fluff, remind about eat, sleep and less coffe, maybe pulls out of study when see r close to a breakdown and start to crying, because you now tired. University is hard i’m tired, we all so tired… ughhh… i’m going to make coffee, do u want or maybe tea. How you’re doing by the way?🙂
coffee nights
a/n: i hope this meets your expectations :) + make me a coffee and i’ll love you forever, im doing good ❤️
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you sigh as you put the kettle on for the 3rd time tonight, looking over at the clock 3:30 am you swear it’s only been 5 minutes since it hit 11, pulling out your phone you see multiple texts from tara your girlfriend,
(tara❤️) 10:30pm
hey, baby i miss you can i come over later?
(tara❤️) 10:45pm
mylove??
(tara❤️) 12:00am
y/n im getting worried, is everything ok ???
(tara❤️) 2:53am
im coming over.
you smile at the thoughtfulness of your partner quickly typing out a reply as the kettle comes to a boil
(y/n)
hey sorry i’ve been studying, no need to come over im heading to bed
it’s a little white lie to stop her from worrying, you shut off your phone as you pour the hot water over the coffee granules adding milk and trudging back to your desk, you rub your eyes trying to get your focus back, mind preoccupied by your small counterpart, you haven’t seen tara recently it’s exam season and the more you think about it the more you stress spending more and more time studying often tossing and turning not being able to sleep settling for hunching over your desk scribbling away.
lost in thought you don’t hear your door open and shut with a soft click unaware of another presence until soft hands reach around your neck, you jump “shhhh baby it’s just me” tara coos into the crook of your neck placing a soft kiss to your ear “i thought you were heading to bed mylove? it’s late you need to rest” you smile as you turn in your spiny chair, she gasps at the sight of you taking a step back, your pale dark circles around your sunken eyes you must have lost weight as your hoodie hangs off you “baby” she all but coughs out, you cock your head confused at the worry in her eyes “what? i really have to keep studying for a little bit”
all she can do is stare as you take a sip off your coffee attempting to turn around back to your books, her hand shoots out grabbing the back of your chair stopping the motion, her hands come up to cup your face “baby” and that does it, all the sleepless nights, the stress, it all comes crashing down on you as you look into her brown eyes full with concern, your eyes brim with tears “oh, baby, it’s ok im here i’ve got you” she pulls you up gently backing up till her knees hit your bed pulling you down on top of her rubbing your back, “when was the last time you slept” you think for a second “2 nights ago” “ok let’s get you in bed huh” she rolls you off her tucking you into bed and disappearing.
you must have drifted off because the next think you know tara’s shaking you awake, “i’ve run us a bath and i’ve made you some good, come” you comply eagerly following her to the bathroom, she helps you discard your clothing before you sink into the warm water her joining you not long after, slipping in behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and peppering kisses all over your neck and back, you relax against her “i love you, tara thank you” she smiles against your ear “anything for you darling” the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.
she grabs some shampoo gently massaging it into your scalp, you let out a little whine at the feeling, she rinses it out with precision “stay, im going to get you some clothes” she slips out of the bath, retiring minutes later with one of her oversized hoodies in hand, helping you out the bath she dries you off with a towel “im gonna go heat up your food ok?” you nod, too tired for much else pulling her hoodie over your head your encased in her smell
you walk into your small kitchen, mouth watering at the smell of your favourite food, tara is plating it up as you enter, you scoff it down, she leads you back to bed laying down and pulling you on top of her “im going to stay with you for a while, we can study in moderation together, you don’t have to worry about anything anymore, i’ve got you my dear” you nuzzle into the crock of her neck finally feeling at peace as sleep overcame you
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Baby Fever
P A R T 3
pairing - erling haaland x (fem)reader
genre - fluff
warnings - pregnancy, childbirth, swearing
wordcount - 8.8k
read part one here
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You sat on the floor of the bathroom, your hand placed over your mouth in shock. The pregnancy test in your hand, clearly two lines, showing that you were indeed pregnant.
Of course you were trying, but you never knew that one round of sex would get you pregnant, you thought you would’ve had to try at least a few times, but a missed period later, you bought a test just in case and here you were 3 weeks pregnant.
Erling was at training, you did the test in private, wanting to keep it a surprise either way, not wanting Erling to be disappointed, but now you knew he wouldn’t have anything to be disappointed about.
You were pregnant with his baby.
Now was just the plan to surprise him, hundreds of thoughts raced in your mind, trying to think of one to help your thoughts. The plans of buying a Manchester City kit with Daddy 9 on the back was the best you could think of, and you knew it would melt his heart with the gesture.
Quickly you got yourself dressed, heading down to the apartment car park, making a plan of which shops you needed to go to, all before Erling would get back from training, which was only 2 hours. You set off for the City Store, deciding on buying the kit first.
Once everything had been done, you set off for the nearest supermarket, buying a cute gift bag alongside a card. It didn’t take long for you to get back home and prepare yourself for what was coming in the next half an hour. You had multiple feelings racing through your body, nerves, excitement and strangely enough, butterflies. It didn’t feel real that you were pregnant. Both of your schedules were too busy for you to even get a quick moment together alone since the last time, but it all worked out so well.
You didn’t even click at what time it was until you heard the front door open. You quickly sighed before finishing up and putting the bag next to your side of the bed. Panic was now racing through your veins at telling him. You knew this was what he wanted as he insinuated it first, but that didn’t stop your palms from sweating.
“I’m home love” You heard Erling shout, his voice getting louder as he wandered down the hallway.
“In the bedroom” You shouted back, before you saw the doorknob turning, the door opening slowly, exposing your large boyfriend. A smile plastered onto his face. You smiled back at him before he wandered into the room, closing the door again and sat himself down next to you. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the bag on the floor next to you. You sat back against the headboard, your legs outstretched, as Erling sat next to you, a large hand on your thigh, his thumb circling on your skin.
“Missed you” He spoke softly, leaning forward to press a small kiss to your lips. “Sorry I haven’t seen much of you recently, it’s been so hectic with games and all the training, day off tomorrow if you want to go out somewhere nice together” He carried on.
“That sounds perfect Erling, I’d love to” You replied with a smile. “But for now I’ve got a surprise for you” You spoke, preparing yourself for the news. Erling cocked an eyebrow at you. “Just go sit down in the living room and I’ll be there in just a minute” You ushered him out of the room. Erling mumbled a quick ‘Okay’ followed by a nervous laugh as he walked down to the living room.
You turned around, grabbing the bag from beside the bed, quickly writing the card and putting it inside the bag, next to the white gift box. You made your way down to the living room, Erling sitting on the sofa, his eyes struck up to you as he felt your presence. You sat yourself down next to him, placing the bag on the floor, Erling trying to take a peek inside the bag, however he was disappointed when you quickly covered it.
“Eyes closed please Erl” You spoke, Erling knew to hold his hands out too, something he always told you to do when he was giving you a surprise. You first picked the card out, placing the small envelope in his large hands. “You can open your eyes now love” You say back, leaning your side on the back of the sofa. Erling kept his eyes on the envelope as he opened it. The picture on the front of the card wasn’t anything special, however it just said ‘Congratulations’. Erling opened the card, the inside reading:
“To Daddy,
I can’t wait to meet you soon!
Love ?”
Erling’s expression was full of confusion, his eyes scanning your face and then the words on the card once again. You were quick to grab the gift box from the bag, a small white square box with a beautiful silver ribbon on the top. You passed it over to him, taking the card in exchange and placing it on the coffee table.
Erling was slow to untie the ribbon and lift the lid from the box. He quickly saw the sky blue of the city kit, lifting it up and holding the small material in his hands, looking at the tiny shirt, turning it over. His heart raced when he saw the name on the back. His eyes scanned from the shirt, to your face and back again, his mouth hanging open in shock, however no words left his lips. He was too gobsmacked to speak.
“You’re pregnant?” He finally asked, barely above a whisper, too scared his voice would fail him.
“Yeah, it’s early days, but I did a test earlier on and it said 3 weeks” You spoke back, edging a bit closer to him on the sofa.
“You’re pregnant!” He repeated, however this time a smile broke out onto his face, he was quick to put down the shirt on the coffee table, and quickly moving down next to you, pulling you into him. “Thank you” He spoke, wrapping his arms around you, your arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The nerves of the day finally dissipating, leaving you with nothing but excitement. Tears pricked at your eyes at his embrace, feeling overwhelmed with everything. You pulled away from the hug moments later, noticing tears trickling down Erling’s cheeks. Your hands cupped his cheeks, your thumbs swiping the tears away. You leant in kissing the tip of his nose.
“We’re going to be parents, Erling” You whispered, leaning your forehead against his. Erling’s hands held your hips, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin, a smile broke out onto his face again, not being able to keep it in him.
“We are, you’re gonna be the best mama to our baby” His words sent shivers down your spine and a blush rise to your cheeks, butterflies swarmed your belly.
“Our baby” You repeated, smiling as his words ran through your head. “Our baby will be so lucky to have you as their daddy Erling” You spoke, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“I still can’t believe it, I’m so happy” He replied, smiling into the kiss.
*2 months later
Erling had an unexpected day off from training, he was bound to spend the whole day with you, just doing nothing, you both needed it, you didn’t get an easy first 2 months of pregnancy, the morning sickness way beyond the extent you would’ve thought, every morning you woke up, a wave of nausea running through you, and today was no different.
You had once again woken up before the crack of dawn, the nausea taking over you suddenly, making you jump from your warm bed, stepping straight to the bathroom, falling to your knees over the toilet, your forearms resting on the toilet seat, you rested your head on your bicep, closing your eyes as you felt your heart begin to race, head spinning as you tried to relax yourself.
Erling woke up to the noise of the bathroom door opening, he knew this now, it was a daily routine. He got himself out of bed, making a beeline to the bathroom, noticing your figure hunched over the toilet. He was quick to sit down next to you, a large hand on your back, stroking up and down. You sighed at his touch, silently thanking him once again.
“Y/N love, I told you to wake me up” He spoke softly.
“I felt bad, it's your first day off in weeks” You replied slowly, not wanting to rush your voice in case.
“That doesn't matter, what matters is that you're okay, I told you I'd do anything to help you through this” He replied, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You relaxed into his touch, finally settling yourself. You leant your head onto your other forearm, sighing through your nose, trying to focus on your breathing and not the nausea. However before you could focus again, a wave of nausea hit you suddenly, making you rise to your knees, emptying out your stomach into the toilet once again. Erling was quick to pull your hair out of your face, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand, his other hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly.
You sank back onto the floor once you had done, feeling relieved but exhausted, you rested your head onto Erling’s shoulder, thanking him for being there for you once again.
After a few moments of sitting in silence, Erling helped you up from the ground, letting you know that he was taking you out for a coffee and a walk in a while. You thanked him again before letting yourself get ready, deciding on making an effort. You took your time getting ready, making sure that you chose a nice outfit, and doing your hair to make you feel better about yourself.
You stood facing the mirror as you got dressed, pulling on a pair of leggings, you turned to the side, quickly noticing something that you hadn’t noticed yet, due to you wearing nothing but baggy clothes to keep yourself comfy. Your bump had started to grow and you had no idea. You were quick to shout Erling, who came racing up the stairs at your call.
“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He asked quickly as he flung the bedroom door open.
“Come and have a look for yourself” You smiled to yourself, turning again in the mirror so your belly was more prominent. Erling paced into the dressing room, looking at you, before looking at you through the mirror, his jaw dropping as he saw the small bump that had grown. “They’ve finally made their appearance, Erling” You smiled at your boyfriend, who stepped closer to you.
Erling was speechless as he came closer, his hands reaching out for you, he was quick to step behind you, your back resting against his chest, his hands soothing over the small bump. He could finally feel your swollen belly, his eyes brimmed with tears. Your hand came to rest on top of his, your eyes diverting from your belly to the mirror, the love of your life standing behind you, his whole world in his hands, you and your baby.
“I can’t believe it” He smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I told you you’d look so pretty pregnant” He smirked, leaving a kiss on your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile at his comment, the feeling of being pregnant and carrying his baby feeling all too real now. “I love you” He spoke, before letting go of you, and stepping to face you before sinking to his knees. “And I love you little one” He spoke, littering kisses all over your belly.
“We love you so much, Erling” You spoke with a smile plastered on your face.
Before you knew it, you were 5 months along, Erling taking you to the hospital for your next scan, in which you would find out your baby’s gender. You had decided to keep it private, letting the nurse write down what the gender was, and you had given the envelope to your mum, who was organising your gender reveal. You had both decided on letting your and Erling’s mum decide on what they wanted to do. Pep had let you use the pitch to do your reveal on, that was including Erling begging him to do so, Pep allowed him as long as he got an invite himself to come and watch. You had laughed at that comment when Erling told you, however you were more than happy to do so, along with his idea of inviting all of his teammates, they all loved you, and being friends with their girlfriends made it so much easier for you.
Your bump had now grown more and was more restricting than what you had first expected, however that didn’t make anything change, you loved how your baby was growing, you even got told that anytime soon you would be able to feel your baby kick. Which sent warmth all through your body, excitement kicking in at being able to feel your baby respond to you.
A few days had passed and it was finally time for your reveal, you wore a white summer dress and Erling dressed in black dress pants and a white button up shirt.
The turnout to your reveal was not expected in the slightest, all of the boys had managed to come in on their days off and some had brought along their girlfriends with them, knowing how much you got along with them. You went around and said your hello’s to everyone before. You all walked down to the pitch, where you finally saw what you weren’t expecting. Two large illuminated words stating ‘Girl’ and ‘Boy’ in the middle of the pitch. Blue and pink balloons decorated the words. In the middle of the words stood a podium with a button on the top. You took your place with Erling at the button.
You suddenly felt nervous with the amount of eyes on you as you scanned the pitch before meeting Erling’s eyes, who unexpectedly were already looking at you. You sent him a smile which he could tell was a nervous one. His hand latched onto yours, holding it over the button, you both spoke in synchronisation from 10 downwards, before pressing down onto the button. A loud pop was heard before you looked up, the smoke rockets setting off, the fireworks flying into the air, the colour of pink illuminating the sky. You were pulled into Erling’s embrace, his lips pressed against your own. The sound of cheers behind you. You were having a perfect baby girl.
A week after your reveal, you felt the pain of hitting 5 months, the constant headache, the back pain and discomfort of the belly which was still growing with every passing day. You were due tonight to be at the Etihad to watch Erling play, in which he was making sure that you sat in his box, away from the normal seats to ensure nothing happened to your baby. However you currently sat at home, sprawled on the sofa. The headache making you sink further into the sofa, your eyes closed, trying to make some pain go away. Erling was in the bedroom, getting himself changed into his Man City travel kit. It didn’t take him long to get changed, meeting you back in the living room to say goodbye until he saw you again that night.
“Erling, would you be able to get me some painkillers?” You asked as you heard him coming into the living room. He spoke a quick ‘of course’ before making his way to the kitchen to grab you two painkillers along with some water. He brought them into you, meeting you as you lay on the sofa still.
“Causing you some pain is she?” He spoke, a frown on his face.
“Apparently her favourite thing to do” You replied with a smile. Erling didn’t smile in response, if anything his frown was more prominent, he felt awful that you were going through all the pain alone. He passed you over the painkillers and the water, asking you to sit up and take them.
“You don’t have to be there tonight, if you don’t feel up to it” He spoke, a large hand resting on your bump.
“No, I’ll be there, just need a nap I think, but don’t you worry, I won’t miss out on seeing you play” You replied, your hand resting on top of his. “Plus, how are you going to dedicate your goals to me if I'm sat here?” You smiled, in which Erling’s face broke out into a smirk.
“That’s a very good point kjære, I’ve got something special planned for my girls” He spoke, your stomach breaking out in butterflies at his words, a blush spread across your cheeks. He noticed your flushed state, leaning forward and giving you a long kiss. “My girls” He spoke as he pulled away, leaning down and pressing a longing kiss to your belly. “I’ll ring Dad now and ask him to come and pick you up at around half 6? Is that okay?” He asked, standing up from the sofa.
“That’s perfect, thank you, I’ll wait for you in the box after the game” You smiled again, Erling was quick to lean down again, giving you another kiss before making his way out of the house. Not long after you received a message from Alfie, telling you that he was going to pick you up. You replied with ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes for another hour.
By the time you woke up it was half 5, you got yourself up, the headache now long gone. You silently thanked Erling once again for getting you the painkillers. You got yourself changed, doing a bit of makeup and styling your hair, throwing one of Erling’s city shirts on, the ones you usually wore, too small for your growing belly these days, Erling’s fit you comfortably. You put a jacket on top, hiding your belly as much as you could, as the fans had no idea yet about it. That’s what the plan was tonight.
Before you knew it, the doorbell was ringing. You quickly put your shoe on, before making your way down the hall again, opening the door, Alfie stood on the other side, a smile on his face as you gave him a quick hug. You grabbed your keys off the side, following Alfie out of your apartment and down to his car. Sitting in the passenger seat, the both of you talking comfortably about how everything had been going recently, Alfie parked the car in the car park, you got out and walked together from the car park to the reception. You were quick to get your passes and before you knew it you were in Erling’s box. Taking your seat and watching the players warm up. You only had 15 minutes left until kick off. The seat next to you was taken by Astor, Erling’s brother who welcomed you with a hug. He asked you how your pregnancy was going. You spared him the bad details but explained how everything was going. You watched as Erling blew a kiss up to you before heading back inside to get himself changed. Your heart swelling at his actions.
Soon enough, the game had kicked off and it was a battle between the two teams, Erling racing towards the goal and getting more and more frustrated as the other players lost the ball. Before you knew it, Erling had the ball at his feet, before taking a powerful strike, the ball heading for the top right corner, smashing into the netting. He was quick to run and grab the ball again, placing it under his top, his thumb in his mouth as the other hand pointed up towards where you sat. His family cheered as your heart swelling with pride. Your hand placed on your bump. And it was confirmed, the world knew about your baby. Erlings teammates jumped on him, celebrating his goal. He blew up another kiss to you before carrying on with the game.
The full time whistle had been blown, and you stepped inside of Erling’s box, the warmth of the room taking over you. You got yourself a drink before sitting down at the table, waiting for Erling to come and meet you. Astor and Alfie said their goodbyes to you and went off before Erling came up. It wasn’t long until you saw your favourite face arrive at the door, quickly opening it, he stepped inside and made a beeline for you. In which you opened your arms for him, welcoming him with a big hug.
“Proud of you” You spoke into the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss on his skin.
“Thank you baby, I hope little one enjoyed it” He replied, pulling away from the hug and resting his hand on top of your bump. “How you feeling now? Any better than this afternoon?” He asked.
“Much better now, my backs aching a bit but other than that, the headaches have finally worn off” You smiled, which made Erling smile with you. He hated how you were getting all of the pain from this pregnancy and he would do anything to help ease it in the slightest way possible.
An hour later, you were finally back home, you changed your clothes for something comfier and sat back down in the living room, Erling sat in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, with you sat in between his legs, your back resting against his chest.
Erling’s hand found its way under your hoodie, resting on your bump, his thumb stroking back and forth. A pointless movie playing on the tv, you felt yourself relax into his chest. All of a sudden, you felt a kick. Your mouth dropped in shock, turning your head to look at Erling and he had the biggest smile on his face.
“Did she just kick?” He spoke in disbelief.
“I think so” You smiled, looking back towards your bump, lifting your hoodie up and watching your skin. There it was again, a little hand or a foot, pushing against your skin. Your eyes pricked with tears, your baby finally making herself known to the two of you. Erling couldn’t believe his eyes. His mouth agape, he truly had never felt anything like it.
For months in the pregnancy, Erling and his dad took it upon themselves to decorate the spare room to be the baby's room. You were warned not to enter the room at any point, Erling wanting to keep it a surprise from you until it was finally finished.
Today was the day you were finally allowed to go into the room. Erling walked behind you, his large hand covering your eyes so you would get the whole surprise, you were in the middle of the room before Erling took his hands away from your eyes.
Your eyes adjusted to the lights around you before you got a first look, the walls painted a light grey, a giant cot sat in the room, a chair perched up in the corner of the room, facing a large window. Illuminated clouds placed neatly on the walls, a large drawer and changing table next to the cot, and another drawer set on the opposite side of the room, with teddies sat on the top of it. Your heart raced as you looked around the whole room, taking in every little detail of all of Erlings hard work. Erling stood at the door frame watching you in awe as you skimmed your fingers along the cot, watching over as you pictured your tiny daughter in there.
“Do you like it min kjære” Erling spoke softly, slowly walking into the room, joining you.
“I love it Erling, our baby is so lucky” You replied, turning your head, placing a soft and short kiss to his lips. You carried on wandering around the room, opening the drawer, a few tiny clothes folded up, your eyes landing on the city kit that you had bought. “It feels so long ago, when I showed you this” You spoke quietly, running your fingers over the blue material.
“Look how far you’ve come since you did that, I know this hasn’t been easy for you, at all, but you’re doing so well, im so proud of you Y/N, our little girl will be so lucky to have you as her mama” Your eyes pricked at his words. “There’s no one I’d rather do this with, you're the only one for me” You turned around, facing his large frame, your arms circling his waist, his own going around you, pulling you into him as much as he could.
“I can't lie to you, Erling. I'm so nervous that i won't be able to do it” You spoke into his chest. You’d had these thoughts for a few months now, however feeling stupid to share your thoughts with anyone. Erling pulled away, however his arms stayed around you, a confused look on his face. “I mean, what if i'm not good enough for her, I don't want to ruin anything, I'm so scared that i won't be able to do it, it's a lot to adjust to, and as much as i'm excited to meet our baby, it terrifies me” You spoke truthfully.
“Love, why didn't you say anything, you know that I would’ve helped you. Of course it's going to be hard, we have a whole human to look after, but I've seen you around my cousin, and he loves you, you’re amazing with him. Please min kjære, never doubt your abilities” He replied, a hand trailing up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “I love you, please talk to me about any worries you have again, darling, I don't want to see you worrying about it all” He leant forward, leaving kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose and finally your lips.
By the time you knew it, you were finally at 8 months and 2 weeks. 3 weeks until your due date, and tonight was a game that you really did not want to miss. You had managed to be at all of Erling’s home games since you were pregnant, and didnt want to miss out on this one, considering you still had your 3 weeks left.
However, all day you had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Waking up early to a kick to your rib cage, you couldnt wait for this baby to be out of you. You couldn’t lie, you loved being pregnant and having the feeling of a whole human growing inside of you, however recently, you didn’t get one good night sleep, the constant aches and pains of it all, not being able to get comfy, or wear anything that looked reasonably nice. You were sick of it.
Erling had woken up to you, a frown on your face as you leant against the headboard. Your eyes shut as if you were trying to focus on anything but the pain in your body, Erling rubbed his eyes before sitting himself up next to you, placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.
“Not long now baby” He spoke softly, his hand stroking up and down your arm. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to come to the game today if you don’t want to, I’m sure one game won’t hurt me” He spoke with a small laugh, making you smile.
“No Erling, i’ll come, it’s my last time being able to watch you for a while” You pouted, not wanting to miss out as you knew that deep down it would make Erling a bit upset that you weren’t there to cheer him on as you always did.
“Only if you’re 100% sure” He spoke, looking at you, his eyes darting around your face for any uncertainty.
“I’m sure” You spoke, your eyes meeting his, he was quick to pull you into him, sharing a soft morning kiss.
“Jack’s injured at the minute, he can come and stay with you for the game, make sure nothing happens to you, Dad and Astor can’t make it tonight” Erling explained, in which you nodded and gave him a quiet ‘thank you’ in response. You got along well with Jack, and you knew Erling was close with him too.
Erling shifted his body, kneeling by the side of you, his hand resting on your bump, getting ready for his morning ritual of talking to his baby. Throughout your whole pregnancy, Erling told his baby all about yours and his day, every single night, your baby knew her daddy’s voice, instantly moving around to listen to his voice.
“Morning baby, me and mummy can’t wait to meet you soon, only a few more weeks and we get to meet you, please be a good girl for mama tonight, keep your little feet where they should be” He smiled, his face leaning close to your belly, your baby moving around at her daddy’s voice. “Me and your beautiful mama already love you so much baby” He placed a kiss to your belly, as if he was kissing his little girl on her head.
“And I love you more beautiful mama” He spoke to you, his blue eyes meeting yours. A blush rising to your cheeks as his words made butterflies swarm your belly.
“I love you so much” You replied, resting your hand on his cheek, before pulling him into you for another kiss.
A little while later, Erling had set off for the football and you stood in the wardrobe, finding an outfit for the night. You scanned the whole room for something comfy, but something that looked nice, considering you wanted to make an effort.
By the time you were ready, Jack had pulled up to the apartment and had come to your door, you let him in, telling him you’d be 15 minutes, you left him in the living room, finding a pair of shoes.
Once you had gotten to your bedroom, that unusual feeling from the morning had returned, that same harsh pain, however in your lower stomach this time, you stood straight, holding your belly as you focused on your breathing, letting out a deep sigh as the pain dissipated after a few seconds.
You met Jack in the living room, telling him you were ready to go, locking up your door and leaving for the football.
You’d arrived in Erling’s box half an hour later, the both of you sitting inside as the players warmed up, you had stepped out earlier, Erling noticing you and Jack, waving up at you both and blowing a kiss in your direction, you smiled at his gesture before going back inside, sighing as you sat down. However, once again that pain came back again, stronger this time. Your eyes squeezed shut, making Jack look at you, confused.
“Woah, is everything okay?” He asked, his eyebrow cocking. He was quick to get up from one side of the box, joining you on your side. He knelt down by the side of your chair.
“I’m not sure, had a few pains come and go all day today” You spoke, the pain fizzling away finally.
“Does Erling know?” He asked cautiously, and sighed when you shook your head ‘No’. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell him?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I didn’t want him to worry, especially how focused he gets in the games, I don't want his head to be anywhere but this game tonight” You explained, Jack’s hand stroked your arm.
“Just let me know if they get worse, or more frequent” He spoke, looking at you. You looked at him confused. “Y/N, little miss Haaland, may want to make her arrival very soon” He carried on, and for the first time ever, Jack was actually making more sense than you ever would’ve imagined. It all clicked in your head, the pains in your lower stomach, that spread through your whole body.
Not even 10 minutes into the first half, you had gotten up from your seat, going to use the bathroom. You took yourself into the toilets, sitting yourself down, however a sudden burst of water made you panic, your heart pounding. Jack was right, she was ready to come and nothing was stopping her. The pain that followed the break of water was unimaginable, your hand gripped the edge of whatever was next to you. You were quick to get up, walking back outside, Jack looked at you, however with your pale face and a nod of your head, Jack knew what was happening.
“Shit” Jack exclaimed, getting himself up and out of the seat, taking you inside as you paced the room. “Are you going to be okay if I run down to the pitch and tell Pep to sub him off?” He asked you, his voice evident with panic, in which you nodded. Jack was quick to leave the room, heading straight for the pitch. You knew that Erling loved the game, but you seriously couldn’t do the whole giving birth on your own, you needed him there.
Meanwhile, Jack raced down to the pitch, he jogged down the tunnel, meeting Pep, who sat on his chair talking to the assistant manager. Pep looked at Jack with an eyebrow raised as he wasn’t meant to be there for that game.
“Erling needs to come off, Y/N’s waters just broke” Jack spoke, his chest heaving with the heavy breaths he was taking. Pep’s eyes widened, aiding for the referee to come over and take Erling off, he pointed to Alvarez, bringing him on for him, explaining the sudden change. Jack had left, running up back to you, not wanting to leave you alone.
Erling was angry to be subbed off so quickly, and so were the fans, all of them booing and looking confused at the early substitution, Erling’s heart racing, his mind going into overdrive with all the thoughts of what he had done wrong for Pep to take him off. He high fived Julian quickly before heading to Pep.
“What’ve I done?” Erling spoke, his voice laced with anger.
“No need to be angry Erling, it’s Y/N, her waters just broke up there” Pep spoke with a smile, pointing up to Erling’s box. Erling’s face dropped, panic evident in his eyes. “Go and welcome your baby into this world Erling, congratulations” Erling was quick to give Pep a hug. Erling was quick to run down the tunnel, into the changing rooms and changing into his tracksuit and normal shoes quicker than he had ever done, before rushing to the box.
You were sat on the chair as Erling walked in, deep in another contraction. Erlings face dropped as he saw the pain you were in. Jack sat down next to you, however as he noticed Erling, he told you that he was here now, Jack got up, giving Erling a hug, telling him that he would leave the both of you to it, Erling thanked him for looking after you.
“I’m here min kjære, how you feeling?” He spoke softly.
“Not great Erling, I’m sorry” You replied, a sad look on your face. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t wait until after the game”
“Oh darling, don’t worry about that at all, I’d rather be here and welcome our daughter to the world than play against Bournemouth” He laughed, making you smile. “Shall we get you to the hospital then?” He asked, helping you to get up.
“Shit, Erling, what about the hospital bags, and the car seat?” You asked, panic evident in your voice.
“Don’t worry, I put all that stuff in the boot a few days ago, just in case the little princess decided to make her entrance early and here we are” He smiled, reaching for your hand, helping you walk out of the room and down to Erling’s car.
You had arrived at the hospital not even 20 minutes later, within that time you had already had another 3 contractions. Erling’s heart dropped with every scream that you made. You had checked in and the nurses had wheeled you to a private room, setting you up in the bed. Checking how dilated you were, in another half an hour, you would be ready to start giving birth.
Erling pulled a chair up right next to the bed, his hand instantly holding onto yours, your hand would squeeze him with every contraction you had gotten. His other hand made its way to your hair, stroking it softly every now and then.
“Are you ready?” He asked you, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“As ready as I’ll ever be I guess” You replied, turning your head to the side, your eyes met his, and they instantly softened.
“You’ve got this Y/N, and I’ve got you forevermore, nothing will ever change that, our baby is so lucky to have you, I'm so lucky to have you” He spoke, your hand gripping his as another contraction took over you.
Soon enough, the nurses had made their way back into the room, and you were dilated enough to start the process. Nerves racked your body, but the sooner it started, the sooner it would be over. Erling let out a deep sigh, your eyes met his once again, nodding to him, silently letting him know that you were indeed ready. The nurse helped you get into the position, and before you knew it, you were pushing with every contraction you got. The nurses shouting that they could see her head, your heart raced. Erling was losing all the feeling in his hand, but he really didn’t care. His face scrunched up seeing you in so much pain, he hated it.
“One final push Y/N, she’s nearly here” The nurse spoke.
“I can’t do it Erling” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, the pain too much to handle.
“Y/N, you can do it, one more push and she’s here, you’re doing so amazing my love. I’m so proud of you” He spoke softly, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, he pushed the hair out of your face, and wiped away the tears from your eyes. “You’ve got this mama” He promised, in which you nodded again, getting ready for the final push.
You pushed harder than you had ever done, the pain in your body up there with the worst you had ever felt, squeezing Erling’s hand. However at the other end of the bed, you had given birth to your tiny baby. The midwife holding her in a blanket, the tiny cries from the end of the bed made your heart race. Erling watched in pure admiration, you had done it.
Within a minute, your baby had been placed on your chest, she was tiny. A soft blanket wrapped around her, keeping her warm before the midwife’s could take her to clean her up. You had delivered the placenta, and the midwife quickly took your baby off you to go get her clean.
“She is 3 weeks early Y/N, she's a bit smaller than normal babies, but it’s completely fine and everything is normal” The nurse spoke, writing her weight down.
“As long as everything’s okay with her” You spoke, still out of breath. The nurse turned to smile at you, before bringing your little baby over to you. You sat with your back against the bed. Your baby pressed against your chest, the nurse aiding you on breastfeeding, which your little girl didn’t take long to get a hold of. Erling’s eyes darted from you, to your baby.
The midwives had left the room after a short while, leaving you both to have a bit of privacy with your baby. Erling had learnt from the nurses that skin to skin contact was essential at the early stages. Once she had left the room, Erling came and sat down on the bed, just by your feet.
“Does daddy want a cuddle?” You spoke, smiling up at Erling, in which he nodded quickly, removing his shirt, ready to have the first cuddle with his daughter. You lifted your baby up, placing her on Erling’s chest. You swore you had never seen such a sight, one of Erling’s hands pretty much covered her whole body. He looked down at her with nothing but adoration for her.
“She’s perfect” He whispered, not wanting to startle the tiny baby in his hands. You moved yourself slowly to get out of the bed, letting the nurses know that you were ready to get yourself cleaned up.
Not long after, you had returned to the room after having a short shower, you found Erling still sitting on the edge of the bed, however he had moved the baby so he could cradle her in his arms.
“Have we come up with a name for her?” The nurse behind you asked. That’s when it hit you that after an hour or so, you still hadn’t come up with it. You had a few ideas in both your heads.
“Esme Haaland” You spoke, Erling’s face lighting up with his first choice name, he sent you a wide smile, in which you were quick to return.
“Welcome to the world little Esme” The nurse smiled, stepping over to Esme and stroking her cheek, before walking out of the room. Erling stood from the bed, noticing Esme asleep, he carefully put her down in the cot next to your bed. Standing over her for a minute, waiting for her to settle back. You wandered over to his side, the both of you looking down at your gorgeous daughter. Erling’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his side.
“I love you” He whispered, tilting his head to look at you. “And thank you. Thank you for bringing Esme into this world, I know it’s not been easy at all, but hopefully it’s all worth it now” He carried on, leaning down to give you a long kiss.
“She’s definitely more than worth it” You smiled into the kiss before looking back down into the cot, Esme relaxing.
“Go and have a sleep love, you’ll feel better when you do, I’ll keep my eye on her” Erling spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, you yawned, walking back over to the bed, getting in slowly, Erling stepped away from the cot, leaving Esme to have a few moments of peace, he sat back down next to your bed, his eyes darting from you, who had fallen to sleep in a matter of minutes, and Esme, who was sleeping soundly. He could’ve slept for a few minutes, but he was happy watching the people who meant the whole world to him.
You had been let home the day after, the hospital checking you out as there were no issues at all. You had gotten Esme into her car seat with no problems, Erling carried her and your hospital bag all the way down to the car, he placed her seat in the back of the car, in which you went in the back too, sitting next to her.
It didn’t take long to get home, Erling driving much more carefully than you had ever seen him drive. Esme had wrapped her tiny hand around one of your fingers, your heart bursting with how small she was. Erling looked back at the both of you once he had parked the car, your face filled with the love you had for her. He had never been happier at this moment.
It was only when Erling got out of the car, that you realised you were home. Prying your finger away from her right grip, you slid out of the car as Erling took her out of the car seat, holding her to take her inside the house.
“I’ll take her to her room” Erling whispered to you once you were both inside the apartment. You thanked him quietly before locking the door behind you. You let out a deep sigh, walking into the living room, placing your bags down onto the floor. The sofa had never looked comfier, the tiredness in your body finally taking over you, however you found yourself walking in the direction of Esme’s room, stopping at the door frame as you heard Erling’s voice, a quiet one compared to the usual. The door slightly ajar, you stood next to it, listening in on what he was saying.
“You’re going to change our lives for the better, Ez, everything I do will be for you and your mama, I love you both so much. Your mum is such an amazing, beautiful woman, I’ll never repay her for bringing you into our world. She means everything to me, and I know she’s still nervous, but she’s gonna be the best mama to you” Slowly opening the door, your heart growing even more at the sight, Erling sat on the chair in the room, Esme cradled in his arms, his head turned at the sound of the door, his eyes softening as he saw you, nodding over for you to come and join him. You stepped over to him, moving one of his arms he pulled you onto his lap, moving Esme so he could hold the both of you. You got yourself comfy, one of your hands around his shoulder, your other hand going to Esme’s hand. Esme looked up at you with wide eyes, her little chubby face scrunching up as she yawned. “My girls” Erling spoke softly, tilting his head to give you a kiss.
You stayed cuddled up on the chair for a while, until Esme cried, letting you know that she was hungry. Erling stood up, letting you get yourself comfy and ready to breastfeed her. He passed her to you, she instantly started feeding from you, a smile making its way onto Erling’s face watching you adjusting to the new life of being a mother.
After she had been fed, you changed her, getting her into one of her many baby grows. She began yawning again, before drifting off to sleep, you placed her in the cot, Erling turned the baby monitor on, and the night lamps, you leant down placing a small kiss onto her forehead, before standing back straight and walking out of the bedroom, Erling walked behind you, closing the door softly. You made your own way down to your bedroom, popping the other baby monitor on your bedside table, watching as Esme slept silently. You got yourself up after a minute or so, heading to the bathroom to get yourself changed and ready for bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your baby bump, decreased in size but still there, it felt weird, 9 whole months of growing a baby, now she slept soundly in the next room. You felt bad leaving her in a room all by herself, but you knew that any movement or noise, the monitor would detect it, and you knew the times she needed to be fed and changed. There was no need for her to stay in your room. You were snapped out of your thoughts as Erling walked into the bathroom, standing behind you.
“How you feeling, love?” He asked quietly, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you against his chest.
“Hm, in all honesty, happier than ever” You smiled at him through the mirror. “Of course I'm nervous, but we can do this can’t we?” Erling nodded, placing his chin on your shoulder, leaving a small kiss on your jaw.
“Of course we can min kjære, we’ve got this. I tell you what, you have the sleep tonight, you need it, I’ll wake up every few hours and go and see to her, I’ll make her a few bottles up and make sure she’s okay, don’t you worry about it for the next few days. You deserve a long rest darling” Erling spoke, you turned in his arms, one of your hands resting on his cheek.
“Are you sure Erling? You don’t need to, don’t you have training this week?” You asked him, not wanting him to ruin his schedule.
“Y/N, don’t worry about me at all, I’ve told Pep I won’t be in for the week, I’d much rather stay at home and look after my girls” He replied, making your face flush.
“I love you” You whispered, leaning in and giving him a long kiss, your lips molding together. Erling deepened the kiss, his tongue battling with your own in a heavy make out session, it wasn’t until you let out a moan that you knew that you couldn’t go any further with it yet. “Soon” You smirked at Erling, who gave a devious smile back at you.
“Can’t come any quicker, I’ve missed you” He smirked, and you instantly knew what he meant, you hadn’t even gotten close to having sex with each other for 2 months, longing and teasing touches was all you had. You were too exhausted every night to even do anything with him. Erling’s hands slid lower, landing on the soft flesh of your bum, squeezing your cheeks.
“I’ve missed you, so much, but a few more nights won’t kill you Erling” You laughed, kissing him again, but pulling away before he had time to react. Pulling away from his grip, Erling groaned as you wandered back into the bedroom, looking around for one of his shirts for you to sleep in. You had gotten changed and climbed into bed, finally getting yourself comfy, relaxing into the soft mattress. Until Esme started crying, you were quick to get yourself out of bed again, however Erling stopped you.
“I told you, I’ve got her.” He spoke. “Get back into bed, I’ll get her back to sleep and I’ll be right back to join you” You thanked him, before walking back over to the bed, watching on the baby monitor how Erling was so gentle with her, picking her tiny body up in his large arms, holding her close to his bare chest, it wasn’t long until she had settled again, Erling placing her back into the cot. You placed the monitor back onto the side, Erling walking back into the bedroom, he got himself changed into a pair of joggers before joining you in bed. He stretched out his arm, silently asking you to come and cuddle with him, you shuffled over to his body, cuddling into his side.
“Thank you” He whispered, looking at you as you completely relaxed.
“Hm, for what?” You looked up at him, your eyes drooping with sleep.
“For bringing Esme into our world, you’re so amazing, if there was anything I could do to repay you for the 9 months of hard work you’ve had, I’d do it in a heartbeat” He replied, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I know you would” You spoke truthfully, Erling was the best person throughout your pregnancy, all of the mood swings and the pain of it all, he was there, comforting you, bringing you anything you needed. You could tell he felt bad about you doing all of the work. You never once made him feel bad for getting you pregnant. He was there every appointment and scan, he took every opportunity he could when he scored to dedicate every goal to you, even if it was just a kiss blown up to your box, or a kiss to his marriage finger, even though you weren’t married yet, you knew that he was the one for you and vice versa. He was everything and more to you. There was no one that helped you as much throughout your pregnancy, and you’d never be able to thank him enough.
Erling kept his promise, the next few days, when Esme would wake up in the night, he would be up in an instant, helping her get back to sleep. He set his alarm every few hours, getting up and feeding her, changing her nappy and getting her back to sleep. He knew that you needed all the time in the world to rest, and he was more than happy to see his daughter's wide eyes as he spoke softly to her. You and Esme meant the whole world to him, and he was happy with doing everything he could to make sure he was what you and Esme deserved.
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playing with his hair - jamie ♡
a/n: not my first smut ive written but rather posted! once again feel free to send me sf6 related prompts or something jhejrhjrbr
jamie is rather subby in this… hmm yes… massaging his scalp or playing with his hair would be a weak spot for him i think. like when u scratch behind a cats ears… anyways nsfw below the cut vv
You’d never really seen Jamie as the type to get stressed out often— but on rare occasions, being known as a “peacekeeper” around the city keeps him too occupied to the point where it’s hard for him to keep some time in to enjoy himself.
He comes over to your place on days like these, beg you to take care of him, massage him where he’s sore.
Jamie shrugs off his jacket, laying his head on your lap and stretching out across the couch like a cat. he’ll let you slowly untangle his hair, carding your fingers through it once it’s let down and loose.
When you slowly massage your fingers into his scalp— he lets out this drawn out groan of relief. He bumps his head up against your hand, silently encouraging you to keep going. It’s almost like he was teasing you right now. His pants are down low enough to show his v-line, you could almost see the outline of his dick through them.
He’s tempting you, when you move your hand to his chest, squeezing his pec.
“You mind taking care of something else too—?” he asks, his fingers play with the hem of his pants. There’s a scheming look on his face. As if he had this sort of thing on his mind all day, so you oblige him. Your hands slide down his body, tracing the outline of his stomach, your thumb rubs the ridge of his pelvis and you start to snake your way under the waistband of his underwear.
You can feel him writhe under you, excited. His muscles tense when you finally break the waistband— relaxing when he feels your touch on his actual skin.
“You always want too much from me.” you joke, one hand wrapped in his hair, the other wrapped around the length of his erection, slowly stroking him. Jamie would usually retort back at that, sassy like he usually was. But this time he won’t even quip back, instead he simply sucks in the air through his teeth, letting out another soft moan. He’s so much like a cat, it makes you laugh a little.
He’s so painfully hard in your hand, his back is arched and precum leaks from the tip of his cock. You circle your thumb around his tip— he lets out a particularly loud, needy whimper. It makes you rub his head to soothe him.
“You’re so sensitive today.” you let out a tiny chuckle.
“God, you’re killin’ me here.” he says, quiet and breathy. His breath hitching when you speed up the pace. He’s rutting his hips up into your hand, fast. His cock twitches. You decide to lightly yank on his hair to get him to slow down and savor the moment. He gasps, letting out a whine, “Baby..” he pouts. Jamie looks up at you, pleadingly.
“Calm down before you get a cramp.” you remind him, “You’re supposed to relax. Remember?”
He nods. His face red, hot and bothered. He has his hands bunched up into the fabric of the couch, “Can I cum? Please?” he begs, his voice is strained, his cock twitches as you continue the same slow pace of stroking. It’s fun to see him like this, he seems to be enjoying it as much as you do. You continue on to slowly pump his cock, building up and speeding up the pace of your hand.
Your other hand is still in his messy hair, snaking around to cup his face, your fingers run over his lips— Jamie’s mouth is parted open, he pants, trying to catch up with the speed of your hand. He repeats your name, over and over like a chant.
It takes some thought, but it’s his day today, not yours, “Go ahead baby, you’ve earned it.”
He lets it all go, making a mess all over his stomach, and your hands. Jamie lets out one big breath of air, collapsing in exhaustion. He looks up at you with a pleased smile, “You are..” he breathes in, “The best student I’ve ever trained.” Jamie chuckles.
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Hello! Hope I'm not bothering you, can I make a request?
Could you please write Price comforting a m!reader after he has a bad encounter with his abusive parents?
Mine are back in my life causing chaos again and I want Price to hug me so bad (╥﹏╥)
(Also you write really good fics! Keep up the amazing work)
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Of course I can!! I’m very sorry to hear about your parents, but I hope this helps a bit :) thank you for your request, and I hope things can better for you soon, love 🫶🫶
A Hug That Feels Like a Safe Haven
John Price X M!Reader
TW: mentions of parental abuse.
A/n: I didn’t get too into what the parents did exactly because I didn’t want it to be too triggering, but I hope you enjoy <3
Going home after a mission was never easy, it honestly was worse than the actual mission sometimes. It didn’t even feel like home, not when you weren’t welcomed, when your mere existence seemed to upset those around you.
This time hit especially hard, you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because the mission beforehand was emotionally taxing and you were already overloaded, maybe because you had gotten so used to being away from them that the thought of going back to that hell hole broke you down.
Either way, you had gotten out of there as soon as you could. You went back to base a week early, you couldn’t stand being around them any longer and you just had to get back to your real home, with your real family.
You were in survival mode since you left your ‘home’ and it seemed your body hadn’t realized it was safe yet, because even as you stepped back into the building you were still on edge. Your eyes were glancing everywhere for any threat of danger and you were aware of any little door closing like it could somehow be the people who hurt you coming back to continue.
You jumped when a sudden hand was placed on your shoulder, dropping your bag as you spun around and shoved the hand off.
You were met with the concerned face of your Captain, his hand still lingering in the air before he let it rest at his side. You immediately went wide eyes, hands coming up in defense as you apologized profusely.
“I’m sorry-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-“ you were shaking where you stood, and it shocked him to the core. He’d never seen you this…out of it, scared. Even on the battlefield you were calm and kept a level head, so what had shaken you this hard?
“Hey…hey it’s alright” he said as he gently took your hands in his own, the firm yet gentle grasp slowly easing you down from flight or fight mode.
He rubbed gentle circles to the tops of your hands “what happened?” He asked softly, and just like his hold on your hand his voice was soft, it was warm. He genuinely cared about what had scared you, and the thought alone had you breaking down. You weren’t used to this kind of gentleness, it was something your parents never gave you. John cared about you.
With a choked sob you fell into his arms, and he immediately wrapped his own around you. He didn’t question it as he held you tight against his body. You held onto the man like your life depended on it, your fingers gripping his shirt as you buried your head in his neck.
His arms tightened around you, one hand on your shoulder with the other held you tight against your back. It was just the right amount of pressure, it made you feel warm, it made you feel safe. You knew nothing, nobody, could hurt you while you were with him.
“My-my parents” was all you could manage to get out, and though it wasn’t much it was like he understood. For a second his grip tightened, and he pulled you closer.
He was seething with rage, though he kept it contained for your sake, but there was nothing he wanted more than to find out where your parents lived and show them why he was a Captain. He restrained himself, for now anyways. You needed him, not his anger.
“You’re safe now, I’ve got you” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair.
“Nobody’s gonna hurt you again, love. Not while I’m here” the words were gentle, but you knew they were true. He meant it, he wouldn’t let you get hurt again. Not if he could help it, and by god he was going to do everything in his power to keep you safe from now on.
“Come on” he coaxed as he pulled away from you, he could see the bags under your eyes. It was like you hadn’t slept since you left, and you probably hadn’t, but he was here to remedy that.
You grabbed your bag from the floor before you reached for his hand, his own immediately finding yours. You squeezed, and he squeezed back, before leading you down the hall. He passed your room and for a second you were confused, until you got to the common room.
The rest of the team was there, as you figured, they didn’t seem like they had any better a home life then you did, no reason for them to go back. John quietly led you over to a couch in the back, ushering you to sit down as he set the bag down next to it.
You did as you were told to, watching as John promptly sat next to you. You made quick work of leaning into his side, curling yourself into his body as he held you close. It wasn’t the easiest task, you were a military man after all so you weren’t exactly small, but that didn’t seem to matter at all.
He wrapped himself around you like it was nothing, like it was the easiest thing he had done. He rested his head on top of yours as the rest of the boys quietly resumed whatever they were doing in silent understanding. They’d all been in your position before someway or another, they knew what you were going through.
Ghost continued quietly sharpening his knives, while Soap and Gaz played a game of pool off in the corner. This was home, this was family, this was safety. With a deep, content sigh, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and let your guard down. The exhaustion hit you like a brick and within seconds you were asleep, the quiet chattering of the team behind you whole Price gently ran his fingers through your hair, pressing occasional kisses to your forehead.
You were happy to be home with your family, finally.
As always, requests are open
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Ménage à Trois-Five
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ only please, swearing, angst, fluff.
Summary: Bucky has a proposition for Reader, something involving Steve. This trio, however, never expected for their lives to change after that night the way it had.
A/N: SURPRISE BITCHES! I was looking at all of my work in progress' in my drafts and saw this story and thought it would be a fantastic idea to update this story that has been on hiatus for a while now. This story might be a 'if i have time, I'll update.' Also, HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!
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My feet paced anxiously throughout the small apartment, waiting for Steve and Bucky to return. It had been hours since I last saw either of them and my heart ached with worry.
Before I could spiral even more, thinking the worst, the front door opened and in walked Bucky followed by Steve, who wore the proudest smile I’d ever seen cross his lips.
“Where the fuck have you two been?! I’ve been worried sick,” my voice echoed.
Immediately I cringed when I realized I sounded like a worried mother yelling at her two children.
Bucky gave me an apologetic kiss to the side of my head, arm wrapping around my side.
“I’m sorry, doll. Steve and I stopped at the bar down the road for some drinks. To celebrate,” he informed.
I shook my head, confused. “I thought we were coming back here to celebrate you leaving in the morning.”
“It was for me,” Steve spoke.
He continued when I still wore the confused expression. “I got accepted into the army.”
My face fell, shock and anger took over.
“I’m sorry, what? How?”
“Some German scientist heard his sob story and gave him a chance. Can you believe that?” Bucky said, the tone in his voice a clear indication that he was not happy about it.
And neither was I.
“Steve, we love you. But there’s absolutely no way you would survive one day out there. Your asthma alone could kill you,” I said.
Steve stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. “Don’t you think I should at least get a chance?”
The way he sounded so broken chipped at the crack in my heart that had slowly begun to crack the minute I found out Bucky had been drafted. The only glue that held it together was that I knew Steve would still be here with me.
“Of course you do, Stevie. But I can’t lose you too,” I choked out a sob, my bottom lip trembled.
His face softened and hesitated to reach for me, unsure if Bucky would step in to comfort me.
He did.
Bucky pulled me into his chest, soothing my cries with soft circles to my back. His lips ghosted over my forehead as I clutched his jacket into my fists. I had kept up this great facade that I was okay with Bucky leaving tomorrow but now that it’s less than twelve hours away, I was a wreck and needed something to keep my mind off of it.
“Hey, look at me,” Bucky lifted my chin with a finger. “I’ll be okay. So will Steve. We’ll come back home to you.”
“I don’t want to think about it anymore,” I sighed.
Bucky cupped my cheek, his warm breath fanning over my lips. “Good, because we need to talk about something else.”
With our fingers linked, he led me towards our couch while Steve took a seat in the lone chair across from it. The way they were acting made me worry about what exactly we needed to talk about.
“What’s going on?” I questioned.
Bucky brought my knuckles to his mouth, lips pressing soft kisses over each one.
“Steve and I have been talking,” he began.
I nodded, urging him to continue. “And?”
He gave my hand a comforting squeeze. “How would you feel about sharing yourself with him?”
I blinked in surprise. “Wh-what? As in a relationship?”
Bucky nodded. “It’s nothing new to us, we’ve shared girls in the past.”
I looked between the two men, lips falling open in shock while Steve gave a small shrug.
“If it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I’ve slept with.”
The corners of my mouth pulled up in a slight smile, the ego boost I felt knowing that Steve chose me in order to lose his virginity to; with Bucky’s blessing.
“You shared before?” I turned back to Bucky.
He nodded. “It wasn’t anything serious in the past. But with you, we want to make it serious.”
“I don’t know, I still feel like you’re trying to pull my leg.” I said unsure.
“Doll,” Bucky grasped my chin between his thumb and fore finger. “I’ve been serious about everything up until now. Why would I be messing around about this?”
I shrugged, unsure how to answer him.
“So, what do you say?” He asked with hope in his eyes.
I bit my tongue, weighing the options around in my mind. It was everything I had been wanting lately, both of my best guys with me. The three of us cared for one another and it only made sense to make it official.
“Should we have rules or?” I asked, still confused about the whole situation.
Bucky nodded. “It doesn't have to be such a headache like you think it is. If you want us both one night, you can have that. Or if you want only one of us, that’s fine. Whatever you’re comfortable with, Y/N.”
“So,” I treaded carefully over my next words. “If, while you’re gone, Steve and I want to sleep together, that’s fine with you?”
He answered my question with a fiery kiss, a moan rumbled from my throat.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with.” Bucky repeated.
I nodded. “Okay then.”
The two men shared a look, a large grin spread to both of their faces, and I couldn’t stop myself from smacking Bucky’s chest. “You knew I would say yes, huh?”
He shrugged. “I knew it from the moment you two slept together.”
I looked between the two men, who were now my boyfriends. “So, what do we do now?”
Naked, sweat glistened bodies tangled together in the sheets, our breaths of ecstasy bouncing off of the walls. Steve was below me as I straddled him, hips rocking up and down his cock, while Bucky was behind me with his cock sliding in and out of my hole, something that was forbidden before this arrangement.
“Are you okay?” Bucky kissed my ear.
All I could do was nod, too far gone in my desire filled haze to form words.
Steve groaned below me, hips stalling, and I knew what this meant so I urged him on with my slow, languid movements, my own orgasm fast approaching.
“Not yet,” Bucky ordered.
“Bucky,” I whined.
A small yelp fell from my lips when I felt a hard smack to my ass then Bucky lifted Steve up against the headboard, the new position causing my vision to blur, almost tilting me over the edge.
In this new three-way, Steve had gained a confidence I had never seen before and sloppy kissed me then began biting and nipping at the skin of my neck, hand pushing the strap of my shirt farther down my shoulder.
We had been in such a haste to feel one another that I was the only one with clothes still on.
While Steve continued to thrust his cock up into my folds, the tip hitting that spot and Bucky’s own cock pulsating against the tight walls of my asshole, it was all becoming too much, my orgasm on the verge of washing over me. Buck knew it, too, because with a firm thumb pressed on the small bundle of nerves between my legs, he allowed me that final release I needed.
“Oh,” I moaned, a bright light casting over my vision as my ears rang with the force of my orgasm.
My pussy contracted on Steve’s cock as my juices spilled over him and it was what he needed to release his own into the condom, hands gripping tightly at my hips.
Bucky wasn’t finished, though. Once Steve had calmed from his high, Bucky pulled me off of him and laid me onto the bed, my body exhausted from that one orgasm.
“I can’t,” I shook my head. “Too much.”
“Yes you can, doll. I’m so close,” Bucky cooed.
He quickly slipped on a condom before he filled me and I slightly grimaced, the size comparison between him and Steve almost coming as a shock. While Steve’s cock was skinny but long, Bucky’s was thick, the veins capturing every crevice. But as soon as he began moving his hips, I adjusted to him quickly and wrapped my legs around his back, Bucky burying his cock deeper into me.
“Shit, Y/N. So good,” Bucky huffed in my ear.
Steve lay still next to us, trying his best to calm himself for his heart, but that didn’t stop him from watching us.
For the second time, I felt heat pool low in my belly, spreading quickly to my core as my skin felt on fire. My orgasm wrecked through me, without warning, as I wailed out his name, Bucky swallowing it with his tongue, hips stuttering as his own climax shot into the condom.
Bucky collapsed beside me and I snuggled closer into his chest, him pulling Steve closer to us which in turn made Steve wrap his arms around me from behind. We stayed in that position for a while, letting ourselves calm, our breaths becoming steady finally.
It was when the mask was pulled off of us that I remembered tonight was going to be my last night with Bucky for a while.
Possibly forever.
I blinked away the thought, tears welling in the corners of my eyes.
Bucky heard the small sniffle and lifted my chin up towards him, not saying a word. He didn’t have too, he knew what I was feeling, what was too hard for me to express.
We shared a deep, loving kiss.
“I’ll be okay, doll.”
I sniffled once more. “I know.”
Steve’s grip tightened behind me. “You still have me for a bit.”
I turned in his embrace and placed a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Stevie.”
This night would be the last night for quite some time that the three of us would lay tangled together.
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Hiii! I saw your request is open so I have a few requests.
I was wondering if you could do genshin men arguing with their s/o who is a sweetheart? But one day, they had a fight about smth and their s/o just snapped.
I wanted them to like suddenly stopped talking and just death glare at them before walking to their shared room.
I actually want to know what their reaction be and what they do! I don't mind how many but I would love to see Xiao / Zhongli/ Scaramouche (if you do him too) !
— the story of us (looks a lot like a tragedy now).
;; the genshin boys get into an argument with their sweetest lover, yet, the “sweetest” has seemed to turn into something else.
:: preview: guizhong being zhongli’s past lover, and he isn’t moving on yet(aguyy), and xiao not being understandable of your situation.
“xiao, please! we could work this out together if you’d listen and understand me!” your sweet voice began to crack, and xiao is raising an eyebrow at you. the thing that happened was; xiao was pretty much away the past few weeks in which it has left you wandering around and helping people around, especially in the places where he could’ve been. one late night, he finally decided to come back in your shared home, which brings us back to where we were. “if you weren’t away these past few weeks i wouldn’t have been overworking myself in the midst of you being gone! there isn’t anything else i could do than help everyone around when you’re gone! it’s what i do!” you tried to explain, “and yet you’re still mad about why i keep working while you’re away? xiao, you need to know that if you weren’t gone i wouldn’t be so tired!” you sighed, “y/n, i hate how you work around for everybody, can’t you just rest?! i’m here guarding everyone- including you, so that everyone is safe and they’re able to feel safe, and yet when i tell you that you rest when i’m away, you work!” he started to shout at you loudly, and he stood there with his fists bolded up, “i work for us, xiao! you wouldn’t understand since you walk away all the time and now you barely have any time for me! i’ve been doing my best to keep us alive, and now your blaming it on me since i want us to live a nice life?! xiao, this is nonsense you’re bringing up. and i don’t want you to blame me into the wrong situations you’ve caused, and i don’t want to hear anything- anymore!” you began to splurt out words that was in your head, it was supposed to remain in your head and not out your mouth, and now tears started to spill down your eyes as you turned away from him, xiao had never seen this side of you so clearly and privately, and he began to think, and his thoughts were circling in his head, thinking about what you and him would’ve been doing if this stupid argument that the two of you had weren’t happening. your feet began to tap on the floor as you headed to your shared bedroom, catching his attention, right before one step into the bedroom, you gave him a piercing glare of knives stabbed through his heart. you then went inside the room, laying down on your side of the bed, unable to face xiao’s side of the bed, thinking of what he’s doing right now, and the answer was; he was walking around the living room, thinking of how to apologize, muttering out words that he thought to say. a few minutes have passed, and now you’re sitting on the bed looking at your photo album with xiao. you smiled softly, looking at the memories that the two of you had. you then heard the doorknob open, a figure walked over to your seat, and xiao was looking at the ground, attempting to atleast let out a word. “..y/n.” was that all he could say? your name? “…xiao..?” you turned your head to him, fiddling with your hands. “i.. i apologize. for the way i have acted. i didn’t understand your situation when we talked, and.. and it was stupid that i blamed you so bluntly without understanding your current struggles about us.” he began to raise his head up to you, smiling slightly, you could see his eyes get glossy, the moment his eyes saw yours. “and… i am also sorry for being absent and not being able to spend time with you… it was my fault. i apologize-" his sigh was cut out by you hugging him tightly, burying your face into his neck as you bursted into tears. his eyes widen, and yet his senses has made him hug you back, rubbing your back. “xiao… i- i’m so sorry!” your voice was muffled slightly by your head buried into his neck, “i’m so sorry that i snapped- i wasn’t really thinking- and the words that came from my mouth… i-i’m so sorry!” you hugged him tighter, sobbing onto his neck. “no… y/n.. it wasn’t your fault that you explained your struggles when i didn’t understand. it’s fine, y/n..” he said, whispering softly as he rubbed your back soothingly. xiao then kissed your forehead lightly and shushed you to sleep, calming you down.
zhongli was never really judging of you, still yet, you’ve never seemed to pass a day without him mentioning guizhong. his friend that died from the archon war, maybe even more than just a friend of his. — the day started ordinary like every day off of his, waking up with him, his messy hair all over the pillows and some on his hair, you fixing his long hair and tucking them behind his ear making you smile sleepily, seeing his face clearly in the early morning. “ah, guizhong used to do that when the winds would blow against us whilst we sat on a peak.” he smiled softly, caressing your face, although he mentioned guizhong, you couldn’t help but not mind it. his touch was soothing as always.. in the afternoon, you read some books to zhongli as his head layed on your lap, as he requested. “gui..” his voice started to fade, “y/n, dearest?” he smiled, staring into your eyes. your smile faded slightly, hearing the first syllable of… her name, again. “yes, love?” you responded. “i love you, guizho- ahem… y/n.” again? not only has he been testing you but it’s the nth time he’s mentioned (or atleast he’s tried to) guizhongs name. you chuckled, “i need to get something from the bedroom. you can rest on the couch.” you lifted zhongli’s head up your lap and placed it on the cushions on the couch. you headed to your shared room with him, and started to lay down on the bed. guizhong, guizhong, guizhong. that was all you could think of, did zhongli date you because he loves you for you, or did he love you for… your resemblance to her? your thoughts started to swirl again, guizhong, guizhong is the one he loves, not you, not you. guilt, doubt, worry, sadness and all sorts of emotions swirled inside, and it was unbearable, so unbearable. but no- not this time, he’s still waiting for you on the couch, you grabbed a hairbrush, to make up the image that you got the “thing” you wanted to grab from the bedroom. you went back to the living room. he was sitting on the couch, reading the unfinished part of the book you read to him. “ah, dearest.” he looked up from the book and saw you walking over to him slowly, “i suppose you’ve found what you needed? it took you quite a long time.” he set down the book on the nearest corner table, “yeah, it was hard to find it.” you brushed a few parts of your hair and placed it on the corner table and sat beside him, cuddling closer to him. “guizhong, my dearest.” you heared him whisper, making you pull away and bold your fist. “love? is something wrong?” zhongli tilted his head in visible confusion, “i’m not her.” you sighed, “y/n, dearest, what are you saying?” he chuckled in a joking way, thinking that you were joking. “i will never be her.. never.” you looked up at his expression of confusion with glossy eyes, tears were about to fall. “zhongli.. understand that… i am not her… and that i… will never be her..” the more you spoke, the more your voice trembled, and droplets of your tears started to wet the fabric on the couch. “no, love… i love you for you..” he tucked your hair behind your ear. “no! no you don’t!” you pushed him away and stood up from the couch. “you only love me and dated me because i am just like guizhong, and archons, am i tired of hearing her name every single time we’re together! i can’t even pass a day without having to hear her name from your voice again!” his hand started to reach out to you as he looked up your figure standing over him. “don’t even touch me,” you backed away and crossed your arms over your chest. “go back to her for all i fucking care!” zhongli’s eyes had widened, he’s never seen this side of you this mad, he knows that you’d usually be forgiving, just like how he mentioned guizhong’s name everytime! he stood up from the couch and standed facing your face flooded with flowing tears, his heart overflowed and overwhelmed with emotions of regret. you began to walk away and into your shared bedroom, you sat on the bed and started to hug your knees to your chest and let your tears flow freely from your eyes. minutes have passed and now you’re laying on your side.
you were hugging a pillow and burying your face into it. sniffling softly and hugging the pillow tighter and tighter. you heard a soft knock on the door, “love..? are.. are you alright? may i come in?” zhongli placed his hand on the doorknob, he didn’t hear you, but he opened the door in worry, guilt and regret. “what do you want?” your voice was still muffled by the pillow you were hugging, “i apologize, my dearest.” he sat beside your figure and placed a hand lightly on your head, “it’s no use, zhongli.” you whispered, hugging the pillow tightly. “i know i have done things wrong, my dear.” he sighed, “and i know that i shouldn’t have treated you like you were some reincarnation of her.” he began to stroke your hair slowly, “you are not her, y/n. you will never be her.” zhongli’s voice became softer, and… sweeter. “guizhong is the past. you, y/n, my dearest.. you are my present, you are my future, and you are my forever.” he began to carry your figure and held you close to his. “don’t ever forget that.” he kissed your forehead, “i apologize again, dear.” he kissed your lips softly, raising your head to his face. “hey… don’t kiss me yet.” you giggled with a soft voice, “my face is still wet from crying.” he chuckled and still kissed your forehead. “..hey, zhongli?” you leaned against his chest, and he responded with a small hum. “we’ll be okay, right..?” a small amount of worry was in your voice. “we’ll be fine, just as long as we’re together.”
- vale speaks ! .. hello! thank you for requesting! sorry for taking a very long time to do your request, my apologies for not being able to add scaramouche as well. sadly, I wasn't able to put scaramouche in this request as the two characters' parts were long enough and I wasn't able to put scaramouche's part in. thank you for supporting my blog! best regards, vale <3
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Whumptober day 15- makeshift bandages
Sorry I’m a little late, I slept in fhsksbkssbsk. Anyways this one is kinda silly, idk what I’m doing with whumptober but I’ve had this idea in my head where Legend meets the dads so here’s this silly lil thing dbsksbsksbk.
Warning for a bloody stab wound.
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Legend stared out at the ocean, listening to the waves as they crashed against the beach he was on. He breathed in the salty breeze, several old memories flooding his mind from the smell and sounds. He had mixed feelings about the ocean. On one hand, it reminded him of the pain and loss he had to endure, but on the other hand, he had the best memories at the beach. Whenever he got overwhelmed he would try to find a beach area to unwind, occasionally humming his song…
He was lucky that he was close enough to a beach in this world. The other heroes were great, but they would always burst into arguments and overwhelm Legend. In order to keep himself from getting riled up, he’d walk away, and so he found a beautiful beach to think about all that’s happened to him. He stared out at the horizon, watching the land across from him. But something was strange about it when he really studied it. He narrowed his eyes and noticed that there was a boat traveling to where he was.
A boat?
If Legend recalled correctly, they were the only ones here. So who was on that boat? And why were they heading towards them? He stood up and watched the boat closely. He didn’t know what that was, but he might as well figure it out before it got too close. Legend took off his clothes and took a deep breath, praying that no one could see him now, and he jumped into the water. He felt the familiar magic twisting his bones around and fusing his legs together into a beautiful pink fish tail, and he pushed against the water towards the boat. When he got close he kept his distance, but stared at the bottom of the boat. He didn’t know what he was expecting, he couldn’t see the people on the boat so he didn’t know if they were a threat. He circled the boat for a little bit, finally popping out of the water to get a good look at the people onboard. He only saw one person, but from what he could tell, they weren’t a monster. Was that the puppeteer? Legend narrowed his eyes, but he couldn’t see the person very clearly. Truthfully he didn’t know what the puppeteer looked like. But he was from either Sheikah, Hylian, or Gerudo from what he heard, so he should be on this boat, right?
The person Legend was watching suddenly looked at him, and Legend quickly dove back into the water, panicking. He wasn’t supposed to be seen.
Legend quickly swam underneath the boat, trying to head back to shore to report on what he saw. Just when he was out in the open, a sharp pain went through his tail, and he let out a scream. Legend sunk to the ocean floor as his tail throbbed, and he looked at it to see a spear straight through his tail. Blood was mixing in with the water, and the pain was so bad that he couldn’t move his tail. He quickly reached for the spear, trying to gather up the courage to pull it out, but the pain was too much. A shadow went over him, and Legend noticed that the boat was on top of him. They’re after him, he thought in horror. He was going to get captured and possibly tortured for information on the other heroes, or he was going to get murdered for being a mermaid or for being a hero or something. He needed to get out now, but he couldn’t move his tail, he was stuck. He turned and saw a net coming towards him, and he gasped as he was scooped off the ocean floor, his tail throbbing as he folded up in the net. The net pulled up quickly, and Legend broke the surface coughing.
“Let me go! Let me go!” He started yelling as the net pulled him closer to the boat. He weakly punched the air, trying to land a hit on his captors.
“Woah woah woah! Hey it’s ok, it’s ok!” He heard a man yell out, and he was cut free from the net and was carried out gently, which surprised Legend. Was he not a captive?
Legend let out a yelp when he slipped out of the man’s hold, and he fell to the ground harshly. He heard the man curse under his breath and he was leaned up against him.
“Nice going Rusl.”
“I didn’t think he’d be so slippery!”
“He’s part fish, what did you expect?”
“I—I don’t know! Leave me alone!”
Legend looked up at the man he was leaned up against, who he assumed was named Rusl. He had dirty blonde hair that reached to the middle of his neck, with some scruffy facial hair on his chin and an interesting mustache around his mouth. He had light blue eyes and had a gentle expression when he looked down at Legend. He frowned apologetically and rubbed Legend’s arm.
“That got you good,” he muttered, looking at Legend’s injured tail, where another man with reddish-blonde hair looked over. “How… how does it look, Leon?”
Leon gave Rusl a look before returning to his tail.
“Well, the spear went right through his tail so, I can’t imagine it’s anything good,” he answered, grabbing the spear which caused Legend to whimper. “Linebeck, look away,” he said, and Legend noticed a tall man with dark brunette hair turn away, looking nauseous. Rusl held onto Legend’s hand as Leon broke the spear in half, pulling it through his tail. Legend hissed at the pain and felt his tail go numb.
“Hey Leon, did you ever consider that doing that would cause splinters?” A very short man who looked a lot like Hyrule stepped up, staring at the broken spear concerned.
“He’ll be fine.”
“Not if he has splinters.”
“He’ll be fine.”
Legend gulped and looked at his bleeding tail, feeling dizzy from the sight as Leon put pressure on the wound. He felt the magic twisting through his legs and he groaned in pain as his tail split back into two legs. Leon yelped at the sight, throwing his red cape over Legend before continuing to deal with his legs.
“Woah,” he heard Rusl mumble at the sight. “You can turn into a… fish?”
Legend let out a pained breath, smiling at the kind man. “A mermaid.”
“I see. I’ve never heard of mermaids before…”
“Yeah, well, I’m not really a mermaid, it’s just an item that I use whenever I get into water.”
Rusl stared at him blankly, and Legend chuckled at his confusion.
“It’s weird I know.”
Rusl smiled as Leon sat up and turned behind him. “Oy, Talon,” he called out, “bring me some bandages!”
“We don’t have any bandages!” He heard the man named Talon yell back. He sounded like he was inside the boat.
“Then bring me something that can be used as a bandage for Din’s sake!”
“Ok ok, don’t cuss at me!”
Legend took a deep breath, trying not to pass out from the pain and the blood, and Rusl rubbed his arm again.
“I’m so sorry about this,” he mumbled, and Legend waved it away.
“It’s ok, thank you for taking care of me—“ Legend was interrupted when he saw a man walk up to Leon with bandages. He felt his heart stop when he nearly recognized him, and he sat up, almost hitting Rusl’s chin with his head. “T-Tarin?” He blurted out, and the man looked at him in surprise. He looked behind him and looked back with confusion plastered on his face.
“Are ya talkin’ to me?” He asked, and Legend felt disappointment and embarrassment when he realized that he was definitely not Tarin. His hair was thinning at the top, his facial hair connected all the way to his sideburns, and his blue eyes did not match Tarin’s dark brown eyes. Legend looked down, tears uncontrollably welling up.
“I-I’m so s-sorry—I thought you were someone else,” he stammered.
“Oh, it’s ok kid, no harm done,” Talon said softly, handing a shirt to Leon. While Leon tore the shirt apart and began wrapping his leg, Legend stared at Talon. He had such a kind face, and now that he was looking at him more, he was looking a lot like his uncle. A lump formed in his throat and he looked away.
“So, uh, what’s your name?” Talon asked, breaking the silence.
“I’m Link,” Legend said without thinking. He probably should’ve kept his identity a secret, but these men were all so kind that he didn’t think about it. Leon froze and looked at him intensely.
“You’re Link? Are you traveling with other Links?”
“Um…” Legend stopped himself this time. They were all looking for the group… was it smart to say yes? “I… uh… I don’t know.”
“… you don’t know?”
“Uh… well I…” Legend looked around, panic beginning to bubble up in his chest. Rusl cleared his throat and Legend looked up at him.
“We’re only asking because we’re looking for our respective Links,” he explained. “Y’see, my son is Link, and most of us here also have a son named Link, we were hoping that our Links would all be together.”
Legend narrowed his eyes. Rusl’s son was Link? Which Link was he the father to? He honestly looked nothing like them. Not to mention his ears were rounded, not pointed. Was his son Sky? Sky had very small ears, but so did Warriors, maybe Warriors was his son…
“Hey,” Leon interrupted Legend’s thoughts. “It’s a simple question, are you traveling with Links?”
“Leon he’s overwhelmed, be patient with him,” Talon muttered, and Leon sighed.
“I-I’m sorry, Link,” he muttered, and Legend smiled.
“Hey, it’s ok. Who’s your son?”
Leon sat up straight, a hopeful gleam in his eye. “Um, his name is also Link… and uh… he has long blonde hair, he’s kind of braided it on one side though, and he’s very young…”
Legend hummed. “That sounds like Four.”
Leon nearly jumped up at that, causing Talon to yelp slightly.
“Four? As in the Four sword?”
“Uh, y-yes. We had to give each other nicknames so… he’s known as Four, mostly ‘cause of his eyes but also because of his four sword.”
Leon smiled slightly, then looked down. “He’s alright?”
“Last time I checked, yeah. He’s safe and sound.”
Leon sat back, running a hand through his hair, looking relieved. Legend smiled and sat up away from Rusl.
“Really, all the Links I’m traveling with are fine. I’m sure they’d be happy to see you.”
The men all made different sounds of relief at that, but Legend couldn’t help but notice the Linebeck man watching him strangely. Leon finished tying his bandages and gave his knee a pat.
“We'll take you inside, and maybe we’ll find you some clothes you can put on.”
Legend wrapped the red cape around him tighter in embarrassment. “Um… it’s ok my clothes are all on the beach.”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Leon said, standing up. “Ok Linebeck you’re safe to look.”
“No, no you are not safe to look, Linebeck. There’s blood everywhere,” The short brown haired man stopped the tall man.
“Oh come on, his leg isn’t bleeding,” Leon muttered.
“There’s still blood everywhere!”
Legend chuckled at the men bantering, they reminded him of his own group. Rusl gave a small sigh and pulled Legend closer to him.
“Let me take you inside then,” he said softly. “I am… so sorry about this.”
Legend wrapped his arms around his neck as he was lifted off the ground. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m sure it wasn’t your fault anyways.”
Legend heard the others snort.
“No it was definitely his fault,” Leon said.
“I said that I saw a mermaid,” Linebeck started up, “and Rusl wasted no time to grab a spear and chuck it into the water.”
“He was so fast I didn’t have time to process what was going on!” The short brunette chuckled.
“He has a good aim I must admit.” Legend saw a different man with strikingly blue eyes leaning against a strange bird man. “It’s not easy to throw spears into the water, I’ve definitely tried.”
Rusl looked down ashamed. “Guys, enough.”
Talon picked up on his mood and stood up. “Alright y’all, let Rusl put Link inside. Leave him alone.”
The other men stopped and Rusl quickly turned to enter the inside of the boat. Legend watched him quietly as he was settled down in a bed. Rusl grabbed some blankets and set them down on top of Legend, and before he could leave, Legend grabbed his arm.
“Hey… it’s ok,” he said firmly. Rusl stared at him for a moment but smiled.
“Get some rest. We’ll get you once we reach the beach.”
Legend nodded and watched as Rusl left the bottom deck. He sighed and laid down, happily letting himself get rest.
#idk if any of y’all remember that meme I made where the guys are all making fun of Rusl#while trauma from shooting his son with an arrow in the leg was resurfacing#yeah this is what that meme was applying to dhsksbksnsk#rip rusl#I’ve been writing him to be very impulsive/ decisive#like he just does things mostly on instinct without putting much thought into it#I mean he does put some thought into the stuff#but he’s very quick about it#he doesn’t overthink#which… honestly he might now#lol#whumptober#whumptober day 15#whumptober 2023#strangers across eras#link between links#lbl legend#more hint at the puppeteer :3c
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Simeon x GN!Reader
In which you are Simeon’s first kiss, but he is not yours...
Content: fluff, slight angst (with comfort), kisses!!, no use of Y/N
“I couldn’t imagine a more perfect evening. Could you?” Simeon looked down at you eagerly.
You sighed, snuggling up closer where you had your head laying against his shoulder. You let your face rest in the crook of his neck.
“Nope. Being here with a handsome angel, under the stars… I couldn’t imagine anything better.”
He grinned, looking down at you as his hand came up to pet your back, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades.
He said your name, and his voice was quieter now, more serious.
You pulled away to look up at him, your eyes meeting his blue ones. His brows were furrowed as he gazed down at you, seemingly in deep concentration.
“Simeon? What’s wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” he fervently shook his head. “I just… I’ve never done this before, so I’m steeling myself.”
Your heart sank down into your stomach. You knew what was coming.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss him. You did, desperately. However…
“Simeon…” you whispered, tilting your head down. “I… I think you deserve better than this.”
“What do you mean? You said you couldn’t imagine a better evening.”
“No, I mean… you deserve better than me. I’m so…” you hesitated, searching for the right word before giving up and rephrasing. “I can’t give you what you need. I can’t give you forever.”
Simeon’s expression softened, and he placed a finger on your chin, guiding your face to look up at him. “My dear… I don’t need forever. I will take whatever time I can get. Humans’ lives are so much shorter than ours, so for you to spare even a single moment with me, a single glance cast my way, a single.. kiss…” his eyes flitted down to your lips before moving back up to meet your gaze. “It means more to me than you could possibly comprehend.”
You gazed up at him, your eyes holding a sadness far too deep for someone who had been alive for such a short time. You’d experienced so much during your time in the Devildom; seen more in a year than most humans saw in their entire lifetime.
He leaned forward, keeping his finger under your chin to guide your face to his. He watched with a smile as your eyes instinctively fluttered shut and your lips parted slightly. Instincts made it so easy for humans to engage in physical affection; you didn’t even have to try, whereas it took great effort for him to do the right things.
He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to yours, and starbursts of color were exploding behind his eyelids like fireworks.
His heart skipped and jumped and did cartwheels when you leaned into the kiss, then leapt some more when you parted from his lips just enough to sigh happily before tilting your head to the opposite side and diving back in.
Your arms went up to snake around the back of his neck, and his hand moved to gently rest against your waist while the other went to the back of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning, which caused you to pull away.
He nearly cursed himself for not being able to hold it back, but when he saw your eyes sparkling up at him, he felt that it was worth it to see the expression on your face. You looked thoroughly kissed, your hair mussed and your lips flushed.
He thought that he had never seen anything more beautiful. He would have to write a scene like this into one of his books, forever immortalizing the way that you looked in this moment. To build a monument to your beauty, a shrine for you to be admired at.
He may not be your one and only love, but he felt as though you were his. For all time, he would think of you. You were his love, and he’d never felt anything quite like this in all his years.
#obey me simeon#obey me x reader#obey me simeon x reader#simeon x mc#obey me#obey me fluff#obey me comfort
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Congrats for the 1000 followers! :D You and your fics are such a blessing to this fandom
If I'm not mistaken, one of your answers said about the brit bros getting drunk and ends up in Wales' garden but Wales himself nowhere to be seen? O.o My mind went to that news about a drunk Welshman swimming across the hoover dam (I know it happened in the U.S but still) and your answer makes me very curious. Where he disappeared to? To the comfort of his own room or is he outside doing God-knows-what? I need some answers, please.
Thank you so much, @notnobleone! And I did say that, you're right! They go out drinking, Ireland ends up passed out in Wales' garden bushes, England's missing his shoes or something sat stupid on the doorstep, and Scotland's been trying to drunkenly unpick the door all night long. And Wales, the homeowner?
Wales is nowhere to be seen
And you know what? I spent hours looking for that post to link this to and I CANNOT find it; your memory is incredible! I don't even know how far back I wrote that!
Here are the answers you seek, just for you and your lovely brain ❤️
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Jail Break
Wales emerged into the Police Station waiting room behind a very stern looking young constable, overdressed for the weather in a long-sleeve t-shirt and jeans. The constable looked away when Wales tried to smile at him in thanks, his mouth a disapproving hard line before he began to read him his exit procedure.
Wales was mostly presentable looking from his brief stay in the cells, despite wearing only last night’s clothes, and the only real sign that anything was amiss was that he was alarmingly more rumpled that Belgium had had reason to see him in years- hair all angles, dark circles under his eyes, and a curious amount mud around his hems.
He smiled at her once he caught her eye, giving her a small nod, ‘Hello, Marie.’
‘Rhys.’ Belgium smiled to the constable as Wales came closer and motioned with her arm towards the door, ‘After you.’
‘No forms to fill out?’
‘Already done.’
‘You’re a treasure.’
Belgium smiled, ‘I know.’
Outside, Wales blinking gritty eyes in the bright midday sunshine, Belgium took the arm he offered her and began to lead him forwards through to the centre of Brussels.
‘I’m so sorry about this.’
‘Don’t be.’ She squeezed his arm, ‘Was exciting. I’ve not been woken up by a call from the police in a good few decades.’
‘Francis?’
‘Lars.’
Wales raised his eyebrows but didn’t enquire further, ‘Were you asleep?’
‘Most people are at six in the morning.’
‘Six.' Wales rubbed his eyes, ‘Lord. I don’t even remember twelve in the morning. I'm surprised I remembered your land-line number.'
'You didn't. The police picked you up stumbling about outside the train station. You told them my name and I'm known enough by a few authority figures for them to make the connection.'
Wales held a hand over his eyes and sighed something in Welsh that sounded offensive. 'I won't ask you to keep that between us; it's too good not to share.'
Belgium watched him run his tongue across his lips, looking sheepish and uncomfortable, for long enough to make the early wake up worth it, and then took pity on him. She dug about in her handbag and handed him a fresh bottle of water. ‘Here.’
‘Ta.’ He took a long drink. 'You'd think I'd learn by now not to mix hops and grapes.'
‘I wanted to come and get you earlier,' Belgium told him, 'but there was some hassle with border control. They were a bit concerned that you’d managed to get through border control without a passport and it took a while to get them to drop it.’
Wales capped the bottle and shook his head helplessly. ‘I can’t tell you how. Didn't even have one when out.’
‘Yes, I thought that. Why would you ever carry a one at all.'
They fell silent as they came to a crowded crossing. The press of human bodies that close was a bit too warm even for Belgium in her summer dress and sunhat. She could only imagine how Wales felt, dressed for a presumably Welsh summer evening and legs stuck in thick denim.
‘Where are we going?’ Wales asked as they began moving again, across the road and then down a cobbled side street further into the heart of the historical part of town.
‘Home.’
‘Oh no,’ Wales looked horrified, ‘No love, you don’t have to do that. I’ll take myself home; get out of your hair.’
‘No offense, but you do need a bath-‘ Wales winced, ‘and I’d rather you leave my lands in decent condition, at least. Despite the inelegant arrival.’
Wales laughed awkwardly, ‘That’s fair enough.’
‘So, come on then.’ Belgium tugged his arm again, ‘Tell me. Consider it payment,’ she said as Wales made a face, ‘For breaking you out of jail.’
‘Like a hoodlum.’
‘Like a hoodlum.’
Wales let out a breath of air, ‘I do wish I could tell you. I’m not sure what happened, honestly. We were-‘
‘-out in Cardiff?’
‘Bristol.’
‘Oh.’
‘We all took trains there; none of us could have driven home again, of course. I remember being in a pub and then-‘ Wales waved a hand, ‘bit and pieces in between. I remember the train seats, oddly enough, because they looked like the material of one of Alisdair’s shirts, you know those really ugly ones that he has-‘
‘Oh I love those. The terrible retro 80’s ones.’
‘Hideous things, absolute disgrace. But anyway, I remember the chairs, and I remember being at a station. I think Patrick was there, or maybe all of them were...’
He trailed off, thoughtful, ‘Actually, now that I think about it, I think Patrick put me on the train. He told me the platform and was there when I went through the gate, at least. How the fuck I didn’t realise I was going to London, I’ll never know. Then the Eurostar? Maybe night ferry? I would have had to have got the Tube to get that line, somehow, and I couldn’t have been in any fit state to-‘
He stopped, cheeks pinking.
‘Why were you in Bristol?’ Belgium asked, taking pity on him.
‘Arthur’s turn to pick the place we went. Bastard chose the nearest city to my house though, presumably knowing that I’d host rather than us needing to get a hotel or travel far back again.’
‘I’m surprised you let him.’
‘He said London’s too expensive.’
‘Still.’
Wales shrugged, ‘It is too expensive.’
Down another street, the smell of chocolate shops with their wide open doors and windows making the heavy air sickly. Wales took another sip of water. ‘So, Bristol it was.'
'And they just left you alone.'
'I'm starting to think it was more a planned abandonment.'
It took Belgium a considerable amount determination not to show her amusement openly. 'I'm sure they didn't know you'd end up in Brussels.'
'No,' Wales acknowledged gracefully with a rueful smile, 'That little mess is all my own.'
'I'd say safely making your way through several different transport methods and customs to illegally slip into the European Union is a decent achievement. I really hope you remember how you did it, the government won't like that gap sitting about.'
'I'm very sure I couldn't have done it any way other than by being far too drunk for sense. And maybe with a dash of fraternal vendetta.'
Belgium laughed, 'Well. Lucky you because now you can spend your day here with me instead of waking up with them.'
'Lucky me too,' Wales patted his pocket with a grin, 'Because I've still got my house keys with me.'
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AN:
This fic was written in honour of the many Brits who get drunk and end up wandering about in Europe with no memory of how they got there, like Switzerland, Spain, the Netherlands, France... it's common
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A Charming Journey Home (SoA)
This is probably my first attempt at an actual fic for Sons of Anarchy. This is not for minors. So I will post the actual story after the cut.
You ran away from Charming at 18, chasing Connor McGregor, a wannabe of the Sons of Anarchy all the way to Belfast, Ireland. You come back nine years later, older and wiser, and you find just what you need when you come back home....thanks to a surprising source, your crow-eater partying best friend Amanda.
(NOT FOR MINORS, PLEASE, under the cut)
You had recently left Connie, finally- fucking finally, and you were able to go back home to your parent’s in Charming. Mom and Dad loved having the kids back, and You had finally gotten that job at the bar. It was good enough for now, until you could find something better. You had been a nurse, but the hours weren’t what you wanted and you wanted to be there for the kids for now. Especially after what Connie had done to your daughter Shane. The kids needed you more, and your parents were enjoying the opportunity to be grandparents, even if it was a little late. Bartending seemed to work, and your parents didn’t really seem to care as long as everyone was okay, after what everyone had gone through with Connie. Shane’s face was finally starting to heal and the boys were finally sleeping all night.
“Come on, you’ll love it. You got to live a little. Your mom and dad have the kids so You can just chill.” Amanda bosses You around, just like old times as she tugged you over to her side. Amanda had been begging You to go to a SAMCRO party, and You Weren't sure. You had seen the Sons around, but never really bothered with them. You were too busy doing your job, serving drinks and making sure tabs were paid. Biker boys were the last thing You wanted.
“Mandy, really? You’re still a crow-eater wannabe?” You Asked with a slight laugh, mildly surprised that Amanda was still chasing that dream of being an old lady in the Sons of Anarchy. It was one thing to be twelve and dream and watch the Sons on their gleaming motorcycles, whispering about how gorgeous Gemma Teller was, and how cool all the women on the motorcycles were, and how cute the bikers were to piss off your parents.
You watched Amanda mingle with the crowd, sliding up to the prospects in their vests. You just trailed behind her, finding a quiet spot just inside, right near the bar. You sipped on a bottle of Guinness and watched the crowd, noticing quite a few handsome men in their cuts, noting which ones You thought were the most handsome and those You wouldn’t give the time of the day to. You listened to the voices of the crowd, blending in the music and soon You couldn't really decipher any specific conversation, just simply enjoying the random cacophony of lively noise.
Soon, You found your eyes frequently going back to two men, A gray-streaked man who was the and a wild-haired mischievous sergeant at arms. You couldn’t catch their names, it was too loud, and wild, as You watched the sergeant at arms yell about pussy, and taking swigs out of not the first bottle of beer of the night. The gray-streaked man was much more calm, his energy radiating quiet confidence as he sipped at a bottle of hard liquor and watched the entertainment with amusement. You just couldn’t decide- solid and dependent, or wild and mischievous. They seemed like a perfect yin and yang.
“Hey! Ya a friend of Mandy’s?” a prospect asked, slinking up to you. You shrugged and sipped at your beer, smiling slightly up at him. He was cute and handsome, but too puppy-dog for you. “How about a dance?”
“Nah, maybe later. I’ve gotta keep an eye on Mandy, make sure she gets home in one piece.” You used your beer bottle to point out Mandy, who was dancing on a stripper pole someone had set up, a small semi-circle of prospects lurking around her. Mandy was eating up the attention.
“Nah, she’s always here. You’re new. You’re interesting. Got a name?” You half-shrugged and gave the prospect your name, sipping your beer and making sure you didn’t overdo it. You had a feeling you’d become Mandy’s designated driver before long but you did want to have a drink or two. Mandy ended up half-naked on a pool table, spread-eagle, and only the prospects were all over her. None of the actual members seemed interested in Mandy.
“Let’s go, Mandie– “ you said as you tried to coax Mandy off the pool table, promising her Taco Bell on the way home. You and a couple prospects finally poured her in the backseat of your Jeep, and you were finally able to go home. You went back to your parent’s house, and dragged Mandy in with you, dumping her on the couch with a bucket and blanket. Your parents were asleep, your parents in the large love seat with Shane in their laps, her wild curls spread all over his arm. The two had a large comforter draped around them, Shane’s face with the pink scars criss crossing over her cheek was peeking out from under the blanket. She didn’t stir, your father’s grip on her keeping her secure and calm. You tiptoed down the corridor to the boys’ room, the twins in their bunk bed, soft snores coming from the dog sprawled on the lower bunk.
You loved the peace and calm, and you could finally relax, sliding in your room and shedding off your clothes. You relished the cool feel of the sheets against the exposed skin of your body, just too tired to change. Your mind went to the two men you saw at the party. You weren’t into biker boys anymore but… there was something about them. Perhaps it was the fact they were actual members, you vaguely remembered them from a decade ago. You remembered the smell of the leather, alcohol, and smoke from the clubhouse, and you lost yourself in one of your old fantasies. You laid back naked in bed, your hand sliding down to your belly. You remembered how your jeep was broken down right near T & M and you had to flag down one of the Sons to take it in the shop. You remembered the gray haired one, but he had brown hair back then, his scars giving him a scary and sexy air. You couldn’t remember if he had always had the beard or not, but you didn’t care. You remembered hearing his voice and getting wet from his voice. You remembered you used to call the shop, hoping to get him to answer the phone. Whenever you did, you would ask for your jeep to be taken in, sabotaging it every time he answered the phone.
You were not sure if he remembered you, but you knew if he saw your jeep, he sure as hell would recognize it. You were surprised your parents had kept it, right down to the Sons of Anarchy MC logo you had drawn on it with a sharpie. It had looked badass to you at sixteen, but now you were a mother of three and definitely over twenty five, you just cringed at that girl and wondered why your dad had not sand-blasted the shit out of it already.
Your brain switched to the fantasy of the man in the cut giving you a tow yet again. He would see your jeep, exclaim at how hot you were, and demand a blow job for service rendered. You’d of course protest, but then give in at the sight of the bulge in his trousers and get on your knees for him, his hands sliding through your hair and guiding you until he would come hard down your throat, telling you what a good dirty girl you were for him.
Your fingers slid through the slick, deftly and quickly bringing you a sense of relief with a decent orgasm in the silence of the night, but you did miss the thrill a real cock could bring you. Especially if it was attached to one of the men you fantasized about. Your heart beat heavily in your chest, as you righted yourself and curled up in your comforter and pillows. You let yourself sink into the dark abyss of sleep and comfort, finally realizing you were home. The Sons were here. You were safe.
Part 2 to come soon!!
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