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storiesforthemoonchild · 3 months

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Ice Princess | Alessia Russo x Reader

the pwhl player I fancied was Sarah Nurse(I have such a type smh). anyway, this request. to my Lessi girls I know it's been forever please forgive me and enjoy :)

“Aw look at wifey cheering you on,” your teammate bumps your shoulder, gesturing towards your girlfriend. Alessia, claps proudly from the sidelines after you score during practice.

You send her a wink and her cheeks, already pink from the cold, turn a deep red. “At least I can keep one,” you bite back.

“Well if it makes me as soft as you’ve gotten, I’m good to stay single,” she tells you, skating away as the scrimmage restarts after your goal.

You huff annoyed with the constant mocking from your teammates ever since Alessia arrived in New York a week ago. Of course you were going to be in a better mood after seeing her for the first time in months. It was like every small thing you did to show affection lost you a bit more respect on the ice. The frustration rises as you skate towards the middle ice to restart the practice scrimmage.

You don’t look Alessia’s way knowing the moment you do that those soft blue eyes would melt you, and that’s the last thing you needed. “Lessibear is looking hot today,” another teammate says as she glides past you with a bump to the shoulder. You try to contain it, but you see red and set your target. Completely ignoring the puck that’s sliding your way, you body check your teammate into the glass causing an uproar.

Whistle’s blow from the coaches as the team rushes to separate the shoving match that ensued from you losing your temper. You were usually pretty mild mannered, but there was only so much you could take. You drew the line at someone looking at Alessia in ways only you should. “Alright that’s enough for the day, everyone cool it,” your coach announces giving you a stern look.

A few of your teammates give you sympathetic pats to your back as they head towards the locker room while the others shoot daggers. It happens you weren’t too worried that it would cause any issues, you all lost your temper sometimes, and all would be forgotten by the next practice.

When you finally feel brave enough you look in Alessia’s direction, the worry etched on her face dissolving into a soft smile when she finally catches your eye. You follow her towards the opening in the rink and both take a seat as you toss your gear aside. “What was all that?” The blonde chuckles, stroking a hand through your hair.

“You’re mine and you look beautiful today,” you tell her, pulling her into your lips for a searing kiss. Your cold hands sneaking under her coat makes her flinch before you both laugh and pull away. “Sorry you had to see that.”

Alessia shrugs, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek, “are you okay?” You nod, the embarrassment of what you did setting in as you realize the teasing will only intensify after the rest of the team realizes what set you off. It was all in good fun, you knew you were being overly sensitive, but you would always be protective over Alessia. “What did she do?”

You move away from her hold as a blush sets in your cheeks, “nothing.” Alessia fixes you with her signature look and you roll your eyes. “She said you look hot and she called you Lessibear,” you mumble out embarrassed.

Alessia laughs and shoves you playfully, “please don’t tell me that’s the real reason you got mad.” You groan, burying your head into your hands. “My sensitive girl,” she coos.

“Only I can call you Lessibear,” you whine, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Are you ready for your lesson?”

The excitement takes over Alessia’s features as she reaches for the skates behind her. You had been promising her for the last week you would teach her how to skate. The striker was confident she was the next big thing to come, even having never stepped on the ice before. “Help me,” Alessia fumbles with the skates at her feet.

You chuckle, squatting down to help her slide her feet into the skates and lacing them up tightly for her. Alessia bounces in her spot with her fingers threading through your hair, “Ready?” She nods enthusiastically as you grip her hands and pull her up along with you.

You honestly didn’t have much faith in her abilities with the knowledge of how clumsy the blonde was. Her legs wobble the moment she rises and she squeezes your hands tightly. “Do not let me fall or no cuddles tonight,” she says firmly, looking you in the eyes.

“Baby that’s not fair,” you pout, placing your hands along her waist to hold her steady. “I won’t let you fall, but if you do I’ll be there to help you up.”

You struggle to maneuver the both of you to the ice with the vice grip she has on you, “hold me tighter.” Alessia grasps onto every inch of you she can reach frantically as you pull her along. You guide her to the center of the rink, where the ice was smooth. "Okay, first things first, find your balance. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart."

Alessia copies your stance, her eyes fixed on her feet as if they were going to move on their own accord. "Good, now bend your knees slightly. It'll help you keep balance," you pat at your thigh with one hand to show her what you mean.

She followed suit, her movements stiff and cautious. As you begin to shuffle forward, you hold her hands for support. The initial steps were shaky, with Alessia gripping your hand like a lifeline. “Do NOT let go,” she warns as you drop one hand from her grip and she wags it frantically in front of her.

“Okay, okay. I am right here, you are doing great love,” you cheer her on, as you drag her along the rink attempting to ease her nerves.

It’s thirty minutes later that she feels comfortable enough to drop one of your hands so you can skate side by side. You watch the thrill in Alessia’s eyes as she glides beside you in amusement. You squeeze her hand hoping to pull her eyes off her own shuffling feet for a moment to meet yours. Her head turns to you, the gleeful expression makes your smile grow even wider. “This is so fun, I should’ve been a figure skater.”

“You are amazing, my love. Should I give you a twirl?” You joke but the striker's head nods furiously in excitement. A laugh nearly knocks you to the ground as you bring you both to a stop. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, come on then. Don’t be scared,” Alessia eggs you on.

“Fine then, feet close together,” you instruct, readying yourself to fulfill her wishes. It was a bad idea, and you knew it the moment you began to attempt to turn her body. Alessia was the clumsiest, most uncoordinated athlete you’ve ever met, it was bound to be a disaster. You were doing all the work, all the girl had to do was let you pull her along, but no.

She begins to shuffle her feet, thus sending both of you tumbling to the ice. Alessia lets out an almost comical screech as you attempt to pull her on top of your padded body to take the brunt of the fall to no avail. She looks at you with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in offense as she swats at your shoulder. A grin breaks across your face before the two of you are in a fit of giggles next to each other.

“You did that on purpose,” she accuses, once again shoving your shoulder. You can’t control the laughs falling from your mouth causing Alessia to pout, a blush of embarrassment setting in. “Baby stop laughing, that hurt,” she whines.

You grip at your stomach in an attempt to settle yourself, “I know I know. I am sorry love. Come on, let's get you up.” You pull yourself up before grabbing her off the ice and fussing over making sure she is okay. You kiss at her cheeks in apology until the pout fades from her face. “I think that’s enough practice for today. Ready to go home Ice Princess?”

Alessia rolls her eyes before nodding in defeat, and she’s back to grabbing at you for security as you guide her back to safety. “I was doing really good until you pushed me,” she whines once back on ice-free ground.

You kneel in front of her as she flops dramatically on the bleacher and you begin to untie her laces for her, “ I didn’t push you Less. You better not tell the girls that.”

Alessia smirks, knowing Leah would have your head if she thought you’d done a bit of harm to their sweet Lessi. “It felt like a push,” she shrugs, resting a hand on top of your head as you tug off the skates. “I had fun. Thank you for teaching me, baby.”

“Of course, anything to make my girl happy. You did great, we will keep practicing and maybe when you retire from soccer you have a career in figure skating,” you tease.

Alessia scoffs, “it’s football and I could do that.” The look of actual contemplation makes you chuckle.

“Okay Ice Princess we will see. Hang tight, I’m going to change and we can go,” you peck her forehead and head to the locker room.

You are grateful that it is empty, your teammates long gone. You quickly change not wanting to make Alessia wait and gather your things. As you are walking back you check your phone, coming to a screeching halt just before you reach the blonde.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” She asks, taking in the distraught look on your face. You have no words, just sheer embarrassment washing over you as you read through your team group chat. You stretch your arm out to her and she grabs your phone, her face morphing into an amused grin. “Oh my, these are so cute.”

Your team flooded the chat with pictures and videos of the two of you struggling to skate around the rink. Your eyes glued lovingly on your girlfriend the whole time, bringing on the insufferable teasing. “You make me soft. I’ll never live this down babe,” you pout, finally pulling Alessia’s attention from the phone.

“Aw, who cares? We look adorable and you love me so much. Look at those heart eyes,” she swoons, waving the phone in your face.

You groan, burying your face in her neck as she wraps her arms around you, “I do love you, very much.”

“Good, off we go then. Ice Princess is tired from a hard day's work,” she gives you a tight squeeze before pulling away. You look down at your phone once again but this time you can’t help but smile. The pictures were cute and seeing Alessia smile would always be worth a bit of teasing from the girls. Your little Ice Princess trudging along like a newborn deer was officially your favorite thing in the world.

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justporo · 5 months

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Stolen Kisses

Astarion is not a big fan of all these winter traditions - except one: he sneaks a mistletoe into the house, patiently and joyously waiting to pester Tav with kisses.

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Author's Note: Written for the "Mistletoe" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge. Anything to get him kisses, hm? Ain't that right, Astarion?

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 1,5k

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Astarion really wasn’t a big fan of winter and the cold. He also really didn’t like the whole holiday festivities and traditions that came with it. In fact, he really despised all of it. This time of year always had been an especially hurtful time when the vampire desperately realised that he was damned to stalk the streets of this city - alone and miserable.

However, things were different now. For the first time in over 200 years he wasn't alone when the Midwinter festivities rolled around and everyone was cosying up with their family or their loved ones. In fact, he never had to be alone again now, he always had you by his side. Astarion knew he could always hug you, talk to you, wrap his arms around you. And kiss you.

And even though he still wasn't overly excited about all the holiday fuss, there was one tradition he wanted to take part in: put up a mistletoe and pester you with kisses under it whenever possible. Because that was what he deserved wasn't it? To make up for all the misery he had had to experience. Kisses by his true love - he wouldn't pass up the opportunity. Just the thought already made him smile broadly - although if you’d caught him about it he would have kept insisting that this was nothing but a joke to him.

So, one day during winter time the vampire snuck some mistletoe into the house and sneakily placed it high up on the doorframe to your living room. Of course Astarion was set on teasing you with kisses at every given opportunity. Not that he wasn’t that already but this just gave him another excuse to be insufferable.

But the vampire wasn’t as masterful about making his plans as he liked to make other people think. He’d forgotten the one thing in the equation that might ruin all of it: you.

Because you had immediately noticed the small twigs hanging high above the door frame - and had deliberately made it a point to not give the vampire a single chance to catch you with a kiss. In fact, you were enjoying yourself way too much when you noticed how the vampire’s eyes suspiciously narrowed every time you stopped exactly in front of the doorframe or just rushed through it before he could step up to you. And so you kept this game up way longer than you had initially intended to. And with this making the vampire almost scale the walls from impatience.

At first Astarion brushed off the failures as bad luck. But as you kept avoiding meeting him under the mistletoe he quickly became annoyed that his nice simple plan hadn't worked. And it became harder and harder for you to contain yourself whenever you dodged another kiss.

When this had gone on for like a week, Astarion had finally enough of the shenanigans and made it his task to lurk in the living room until he would have gotten his well deserved kiss. When you had gone out to run some errands he made himself comfortable in the window alcove with a drink, a book and a long breath to catch you; just waiting and brooding.

You had gone out to the city to grab some ingredients for a few new cooking experiments and of course knew nothing of the trap that had been laid out by the hunter. So when you came back from your trip to town you went to check on Astarion.

You went through the front door, entered the hallway and shook off some of the snow from your coat.

“Astarion?”, you called out, bags with stuff still in your hand.

“Yes, my love”, you heard him call back from the living room. He sounded kind of weird. Your brows furrowed - was something the matter? You took of your coat and boats and silently made your way through the hallway. The bags you simply left in the hallway.

Then you made it a point to stop just a bit before the doorframe and stick only your head through the doorframe with a grin. You still hadn’t given up on your little game.

And there sat the vampire in the window alcove: arms crossed over his chest, positively brooding and glowering at you. His drink long empty and book long forgotten in his impatience. Your brows furrowed again.

“Is something wrong, love?”, you asked carefully but did not move.

“You tell me, my heart”, Astarion said in a sudden burst of losing the rest of his patience. He liked when you played hard to get - but only if you gave in by the end.

He took a deep breath. “Why don’t you step closer?”, now his tone was teasing, dripping with honey but his demeanour was still sour.

Your gestures betrayed you then, eyes flicking up to the mistletoe just for a split second. And when you looked back at Astarion you saw his victorious glint in it combined with a predatory grin now. Oh, oh.

You had been found out. Now, you had to decide - keep up the shenanigans or let the trap snap shut.

“Come, darling, indulge me, just one more step”, Astarion whispered softly, trying to lure you in now as he slowly got up from his seat and prowled closer to you. A grin so broad it showed off his pronounced canines spread over the vampire’s face. Your pulse was starting to race. As promising as he looked and sounded, your pride wouldn’t allow you to just give in.

You took a careful step closer so that you’d be standing exactly under the mistletoe and tried to give off the air of an innocent little lamb - your eyes wide, lips slightly parted as the vampire approached its prey. Astarion’s eyes were already widening in anticipation, grin growing even broader than before.

But you wouldn’t just give it to him - he’d have to catch you if he wanted kisses.

Astarion was already stretching out an arm as he kept stalking closer to you - for all his broody behaviour you saw the love for you reflect in his eyes. But you were still not above taking the piss out of your partner. In the last possible moment before he could touch you, you grinned, stuck out your tongue at him and then turned on your heel and ran. With a hysterical giggle you raced through the hallway and up the stairs. Years as a thief had made you very good at running away and getting away with it. But the vampire had two hundred years of hunting in the shadows.

Immediately, you heard Astarion chase after you with a hissed: “Come back here, you insolent little thing. Don’t make me hang up mistletoes everywhere in this house!” You just laughed as you kept running and then threw open the door to your joint bedroom. But that made you lose precious moments.

Just when you had entered the bedroom, you felt that Astarion was immediately behind you. You made for a desperate rush towards the bed but just before you could jump up on it, the vampire wrapped his arms around you and tackled you onto the bed. You squealed and writhed under him in between fits of laughter, as Astarion straddled you and turned you around to him - he was grinning victoriously.

“Come here now, love! You’ve stolen enough of my rightfully earned kisses, you little scoundrel”, Astarion said in a mocking tone and bowed down to you until his face almost met yours. He grabbed your chin with his hand while you kept snickering, trying to get him off you again.

“Don’t resist, my heart, you’ll only be punished with more kisses”, Astarion muttered to you and one of his eyebrows twitched playfully as he brought his lips almost to yours.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Astarion”, you replied as you felt that the mood had suddenly changed drastically.

“Oh, but this is my specialty, my love”, the vampire replied in a deep voice that made the breath catch in your throat.

You gave up trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Tell me then, how can I appease you for the lost kisses under the mistletoe?”, you whispered back in response and tried to crane your neck so you could press a kiss to Astarion’s lips, but the vampire moved out of your reach - very obviously payback for what you had just done. Astarion smirked his signature lop-sided grin at you.

“Well”, he answered and cocked his head, “we can start like this.” And then he leaned back down, pressing a kiss to where your pulse was thundering from the chase and now something else entirely.

Astarion kissed his way up your throat and along your jawline softly then he lifted his head up again: “And if you’ll behave now I might forgive you for stealing from me.”

And then he finally fully kissed you.

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flemingsfreckles · 2 days

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Trying Again Part 2

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: Read Part 1, based off this suggestion, basically this fic just goes through what each month looked like for reader and Jessie once they learned they were expecting.

Warnings: pregnancy fic, morning sickness, discussion of labor/birth (again nothing graphic), suggestive, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), cursing

WC: 3.0k

A/N: this isn’t necessarily a part 2, but it’s kind of a continuation of Trying Again, walking through each month of pregnancy, I’m just labeling it Part 2 because that makes more sense than it being its own fic

Month 1

You nearly miss month 1 just not knowing. You didn’t take the pregnancy test until you were about 3 weeks along. Once you found out Jessie immediately assumed the role of overly prepared parent.

She came home the day after you had given her the positive test with a couple massive shopping bags.

“What on earth did you buy?” You asked her when you saw the pile of bags.

“Just some things. I’ll show you.” She proceeded to unload baby book after baby book on every topic. Books on pregnancy, books on supporting your partner through pregnancy, books on the actual birth process, books on the baby’s first year, books on how to raise a teenager. It was safe to say she had gotten ahead of herself but you couldn’t even fault her. The way she showed you each one with such excitement in her eyes and voice was adorable.

The next bag was filled with other baby items, blankets, clothes, pacifiers, stuffed animals, and a tiny pair of Nike shoes.

“Jessie, the baby will wear those for all of 5 minutes before they fall off and they outgrow them.”

“I know but they’re just so cute and little.” She grinned at the shoes, holding them in her hands. “I can’t believe our baby is going to be this small.”

Month 2

Month two was filled with morning sickness. Jessie is a saint, getting up with you every time, bringing you water and new clothes. She’d gather your hair in her hand, holding it away from your face. She’d get your toothbrush set up with toothpaste and hand it to you once you were done throwing up. She’d help you shower if you wanted to feel refreshed and then she’d tuck you into bed, making sure you were comfortable with a fresh glass of water next to your bedside. She’d hold you tight, in whatever position made you the most comfortable.

Your hormones were starting to jump to extremes. Jessie found you crying on the couch one day over a sock. To be fair to you, the socks didn’t have a match and that upset you deeply. She had held you on the couch while your hand clutched the sock tightly, rubbing your back gently. She then went and found the missing sock. You got angry quickly, she hadn’t told you she was stopping at the store to grab you some snacks and when she got home, later than she had told you to expect her you had been at the door yelling at her. Of course you apologized and also cried when she explained she had just gotten you a little surprise, the basket she held out to you containing snacks, new slippers, some bubble bath, and some baby clothes. You felt guilty for yelling, but you were irritable, tired, and just relatively in a bad mood.

Month two was also when you told your teams. The Chelsea girls first followed by the Lionesses and Canada. Everyone was naturally excited and thrilled for you and Jessie. Niamh was your biggest supporter beside your wife, she was with you on both teams and was Jessie’s eyes and ears when she couldn’t be with you. The girl would get up with you when you got sick, offering you water. She checked in during training, making sure you weren’t feeling ill.

You also both told your families at this time, Jessie’s sister the most excited out of anyone, quick to claim the role of “best aunt”. You were overwhelmed with everyone’s excitement about your baby, you knew they would be so loved by your families both biological and your chosen families you had created.

Month 3

Month three was similar to month two. Your morning sickness continued and Jessie continued to be your biggest support throughout. Your body began to feel more fatigued, you were sleepy all the time, doing nothing but training and sleeping. Jessie cuddled up with you on the couch after training, scratching your back or your scalp. The tiredness also led to more mood swings, you were angry one moment and then crying and then crying tears of joy. Jessie handled it all with grace, you knew you were being a terrible person to her and she didn’t deserve it, but growing a human was a lot of work and it took a huge toll on your body.

Training was becoming harder. Your clothes start to fit differently, your breasts becoming sore that it hurts to run around for long periods of time no matter the sports bra you wore. You were still irritable, the early morning wake ups to be sick did nothing to help your mood. You started to have weird cravings and changes in the foods you liked and disliked.

You had woken up from a nap one afternoon to Jessie cooking what used to be your favorite meal, however when she placed it in front of you, it repulsed you. When Jessie asked you why you weren’t eating it you had to tell her you didn’t want what she made. Jessie of course took no offense to your disgust, getting up from her own plate to immediately start cooking you something else. You cried when she handed you a new meal, overwhelmed with her cooperation and kindness toward you. She just kissed you and told you she’d do anything for you.

It wasn’t an easy month, maybe the worst out of the whole pregnancy but with Jessie’s help and support you made it through, day by day and night by night.

Month 4

Month four was when things settled, your morning sickness started to fade, happening less and less frequently. Month four however was the time when you and your doctor decided it was time to slow down with training and playing. It was a hard couple of days, realizing you were about to take a break from the one constant in your life, but Chelsea was great about it. You still attended the end of season practices and games, just with less and less involvement until you were solely on the sidelines.

You had also developed the sex drive that was through the roof. Jessie would breathe in your direction and you were ready to jump her bones. Jessie couldn’t complain too much about this side effect, she was getting laid everyday. It was fun for her for the first few days. Then she was starting to cramp in her forearms, fingers, her jaw, all sore from the pleasure she was providing you. Her own sex drive was also not affected by hormones; she just wasn’t always in the mood for multiple rounds of sex, every day, but she happily gave you what you needed, often for nothing in return.

Niamh had poked fun to Jessie when the two of you walked in and Jessie looked exhausted while you were grinning ear to ear.

“Long night again?” She bumped Jessie with her shoulder as you walked ahead to your locker.

“Oh my god Niamh, this time it was before bed, then twice in the middle of the night when we were both awake, and then again this morning. My body can only handle so much. I’m sore. I’m sore, from sex!”

“Oh boo hoo Fleming, god forbid your wife wants you to fuck her an insane amount.”

Jessie blushed at Niamh vulgarity. “I know Niamh, and I love her, and she’s literally growing my child, so of course I want to give her everything she needs and wants. And I love having sex with her, but oh my god a person can only take so much, it’s like the second week of this too.”

“Then get something to help.” Niamh shrugged, hoping to help her friend while not upsetting you.

To solve her own pain, Jessie went out and bought you a couple new toys that the two of you could share while preserving her muscles. You were plenty satisfied with the new purchases, enjoying them with Jessie. Jessie was satisfied that she was able to go about her daily tasks and not have her fingers or forearm cramp up on her.

Month 5

This was the month you found out the gender of your baby. You had gone to the doctor to get an ultrasound, when you told the technician you didn’t want to know the gender right away they sealed the reveal in an envelope for the two of you to take and open on your own time. You then gave that envelope off to Magda and Pernille as they were in town, allowing them to set up your gender reveal. They weren’t around as much, you and Jessie had been close with them on Chelsea and wanted them to have a role in your pregnancy. When you asked them to help with this they were ecstatic. You didn’t want anything too crazy or over the top. They had set up a small gathering, you, Jessie, Niamh, Zerica, with Pernille and Magda hosting what made up your small Chelsea family. They had cooked everyone a dinner, making it a nice evening, in addition to the gender reveal.

They had made a cake, covered in a white frosting, the inside cake was dyed pink or blue. You were so excited seeing the cake, you had asked for something simple and not over the top, that’s exactly what they had given you, and it was cake, you loved cake. You and Jessie both held the knife as you cut a slide into the cake while everyone else stood watching, Magda and P watching your and Jessie’s faces, already knowing the gender they didn’t need to watch the knife the way that the rest of you were.

You had burst into tears when you pulled the knife out and the pink tint frosting and cake crumbs clung to the knife. Magda and P both looked horrified at your reaction, not knowing what happened while Jessie, Niamh, and Z laughed. The three of them having a front row seat to your emotional swings everyday at training. Jessie gently rubbed your back through your emotions.

“I’m so happy. I promise.” You really didn’t care what your baby was, you would’ve been an emotional wreck boy or girl. “I’m just so excited.”

Niamh takes the cake and knife away from you, going to cut it up and serve it to everyone. You dry your tears and Z pulls you into a big hug.

“I’m going to make her a keeper.” She whispers to you. “Don’t tell the rest of them.” You laugh into her hug.

Month 6

You were laying on the couch after a long day of doing hardly anything, but everything felt exhausting these days. You couldn’t sleep on your stomach like you usually did. Sleeping on your back was anything but comfortable, and your side wasn’t much better. Your legs hurt, your ankles hurt, your feet hurt, everything was miserable.

You often would just lay on the couch after you and Jessie returned home from training, her practicing, you watching and coaching. Jessie would lay next to you, her hands always finding their way to your belly, gently holding it, drawing circles, she’d lean in, placing her lips to your bump kissing it gently and softly speaking to the baby.

“You’re going to be so loved, you already are so loved. I can’t wait to meet you.”

Jessie had already told the baby about how you two met, all about your first date, how you proposed to her and how she proposed back, she talked about your wedding, she told the baby everything.

Jessie was resting next to you, her ear pressed against your belly as she whispered to the baby, her hand gently caressing your skin. One thing about Jessie was she couldn’t keep her hands off your bump. She always asked to touch you and you always said yes but once you gave her permission, her hands would remain on you as long as she could.

“Hi baby girl”

That’s when you feel it and Jessie feels it. Your baby is kicking. It’s not painful but it’s uncomfortable as you feel the pressure from her foot inside of you.

“Babe?!” Jessie pulls her head from on your stomach, eyes wide in panic as she looks up at you.

“Did you feel that?” You weren’t sure if Jessie felt it outside of your stomach, you felt it inside.

“She kicked! Oh my god she kicked.”

“She kicked!” You exclaimed, bringing your hand back down to where the previous kick had been. Feeling the baby kick again. Jessie looks up at you, her eyes slightly teary.

“That’s our little girl.” Jessie says, her hand on your stomach still, a tear spilling over as she looks at you with love in her eyes. “Our baby.”

You baby kicks a few more times, each time you and Jessie look at each other with big smiles. “With a kick like that she’ll end up a striker like her mama.” Jessie says after one of the stronger kicks she gives you.

“We’ll see, Z said she’s making her a keeper.”

Month 7

You came home from a day out with your own mom to loud noises and voices coming from the extra bedroom that was set to become a nursery. You walk over to the doorway and see your wife, hammer in one hand, the other holding paper instructions. You look further into the room and Niamh, Sam and Zerica are all standing holding various pieces of wood and hardware.

They’re all silent, staring at you as you step into the room.

“You’re not supposed to be home yet!” Jessie looks up at you from the floor. She looks concerned at your early arrival.

“I know but I was starting to not feel great so I had my mom drop me home. What are you all doing?” You look between your three teammates and wife. You’re pretty sure you can figure out what they’re doing but ask anyway.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, we were getting the nursery ready.” Jessie explained to you.

“We’re building the crib.” Sam pipes in, she holds out the piece of wood she’s holding.

You walk further into the room, reaching over to grab some of the tools wanting to help out.

“No!” Jessie says as she bats your hand away from the tools. “Sit there.” She points to what you assume is a newly built rocking chair. “You can watch and yell at us, but no helping, you need rest.”

“Fine.” You sit down on the chair hesitantly, you trusted Jessie when it came to following instructions and building something correctly but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of your teammates. The chair held you, it was surprisingly comfortable. Niamh brought over an ottoman for your feet to rest on and they all got back to work. You watched as the previously empty room became filled with wall decorations and furniture. The girls would ask where you wanted certain pictures or items within the room, it was nice to be involved while not straining yourself too much.

Month 8

You have the baby during the eighth month. 8 months and 3 weeks and a day to be exact. She arrives a little early, no concern to your doctor but her slightly early arrival has Jessie stressing in the hospital room.

“Is it too soon?”

“Babe, the doctors said it’s practically like she’s coming at full term, it’s okay. She’s just 6 days early.” You’re nearly sick from watching Jessie pace laps back and forth across your room. Her hands are either in her hair, picking at her skin, or playing with her shirt, all nervous habits.

Unfortunately your labor was anything but easy. You had started contractions in the middle of the night, you and Jessie rushing to the hospital with nothing except the perfectly packed hospital bag your wife had made.

Despite the rough labor, Jessie was the most perfect partner to have during labor. She did well under stress, despite her earlier nerves once you were actually ready to have the baby she was level headed again. Jessie was attentive to you, bringing you ice chips, new blankets, rubbing your feet, rubbing your back. She was advocating for you whenever the opportunity arose. When you decided you wanted an epidural after trying to tough out the pain for 7 hours, she didn’t question you, she happily held your hand as the medicine was put in your back.

It wasn’t until 12 hours after you had gotten to the hospital that your baby girl made her arrival. Jessie let you squeeze her hand so hard you were convinced you were going to break it and she never complained once. She helped you by holding one of your legs as she pressed her forehead to yours, whispering words of encouragement and praise. She occasionally would look, wanting to see her baby girl despite her being adamant that she wasn’t going to look prior to arriving at the hospital, she was worried about getting queasy, she didn’t always do well with blood.

When your daughter finally came out crying they placed her quickly onto your bare chest quickly followed by a blanket.

“You’re incredible. That was amazing, I love you.” Jessie whispered with tears running down her face. Her eyes look between you and your daughter on your chest. You got to watch as Jessie cut the umbilical cord, a huge grin across her face.

Nurses then took your daughter, cleaned her up and swaddled her into a soft pink blanket. They come to hand back your daughter to you, you look over to your wife who’s patiently standing watching you, she hasn't yet gotten to hold your little girl.

“You want to hold her?” You ask and Jessie just nods at you. The nurse passes Jessie the bundle with your daughter wrapped inside.

You watch as Jessie holds your daughter for the very first time, you get emotional, tears welling up. Jessie looks up to you, her eyes matching yours, on the brink of tears.

“Thank you for making me a mom.”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #jessie fleming imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #canwnt #canwnt x reader

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multixsposts · 3 months

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Roommates.

Context-> This is about roommate Gojo Satoru being a pervert! he’s overly obsessed with the reader, he invades the reader’s privacy and steals the readers clothing.

kinks mentioned-> bondage, over stimulation.

Fandom-> Jujutsu Kaisen.

Ship-> GojoSatoruxReader!

->please keep in mind that the readers gender is not specified through this short story.

a/n-> this is my first time ever writing something like this, go easy on me! 🤠

this story is for 18+ minors DNI

You were off running your usual errands of the day, getting hygiene products, groceries, Necessities that you need for the house and so on, but during this time while you were out in your own little world. You had no clue that your roommate, Satoru Gojo, was snooping through your room.

Invading your privacy.

Going through your drawers specifically the night stand next to your bed. His eyes widening as the shock never fails to leave him every time he opens this drawer his mind wondering off to what you do with all of this toys you have hidden away.

hidden from him.

yeah he knows his obsession with you is completely one sided, but who is to say he can’t enjoy himself when you go out?. He needs this time. He has to have it.

But lately his mind has been screaming at him to search through your laptop. He’s never gone that far before, never even dared to look through it.

He checked his phone just to see how much time he had left.

You’ve only been gone for about 25 minutes. 10 of it was him waiting in his own room just in case you came back because you left something and or wanted to double check that he didn’t want to come along with you, which happened a lot. and it made his heart swell with more love for you.

But to you?. You were just being friendly. You didn’t think anything of it. never have.

The other 15 minutes?. He’s been enjoying your room.

He walks over to your desk and takes a seat in your chair.

Carefully and slowly opening up your laptop, The excitement he was feeling diles down some when he gets hit in the face with a login credential.

Of fucking course you would have a passcode on this thing. Why didn’t he think of that?.

He huffs out a sigh as he carefully but quickly looks around and in the drawers of your desk just to see if you so happen to write it down anywhere and be so careless to leave out for him- anyone- to find.

He searches for a good 5 minutes finally finding a small piece of paper taped to the underside of your desk drawer. He smirks to himself.

You’re sneaky.

The thought alone made himself twitch in his pants, But he ignores it for now and eagerly types the password in a smile dancing its way onto his lips as it lets him in.

He moves the cursor towards your photo app almost instantly.

He freezes, his dick hardening underneath his sweats as he stares at the nude picture you took just a couple of days ago.

“fuck..” he says a small whine following after his vulgar words.

His hand reaches for his phone as he snaps a picture of it to keep for later while he cums into a pair of your underwear that he keeps underneath his pillow.

He continues to lurk through your photos, pictures of you and your friends, candid photos they took of you. Snapping quick pics of the ones he favored the most.

Something came to his mind.

What kind of porn do you watch?. Vanilla?. No..he believes you’re an absolute slut in bed. You just hide it underneath that do-gooder, personality you have making everyone think you’re as innocent as you look, but he knows you’re not and he’s about to prove his point.

He makes his way to your browser history heat rising to his cheeks when he didn’t even have to scroll down that far.

Holy shit..he looks over to your bed and then back at the laptop. You…couldn’t have done anything before you left right?. He would have heard you.

Like he’s done before. Listening through the other side of your door quietly as you come undone, the soft mewls and whines that leave your lips have him bust in his boxers without him even touching himself.

He groans loudly as he quickly remembers that he took a shower before you left, how could he miss something so important?!.

He curses himself as he clinks on one of the links and he smirks. This is the type of porn you watch?..

Bondage?. You like watching people being tied up?.. as he continues to watch the video his smirk grows even wider.

Over stimulation.

Satoru is 100% sure there’s a lot more than just this video, but just from watching this one ? he could tell right away that he was right. When has he ever been wrong?.

You were an absolute fucking slut in the bed. If only he could experience it in person, He wonders if you’ve actually tried doing this with someone before? He closes his eyes, imagining how you would look tied up to the bed a blindfold over your pretty eyes and his cum all over your-

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You had come home to find satoru in your room, your private space. Your face was beat red with embarrassment and anger.

His eyes snap open and he stares at you, eyes wide, hands shaking, heart racing at the fact that he got caught. After all this time of sneaking around he finally got caught.

“y-y/n” he stammers out as he stands up from your chair and looks at you with apologetic eyes.

“it’s n-not what it looks like”

“really?! because it looks like you’re going through my laptop watching my…p-porn!” Fuck, the word porn leaving your mouth just made you want to die even more. This was something you kept private from everyone. and he invaded something so personal, you feel disgusted knowing that someone now knows of your guilty pleasures. That someone being your roommate that just so happens to be a really good looking guy, but that doesn’t matter right now! you are furious! and little hurt at the fact that he would do this to you.

“shit- y/n i’m sorry! i really am.” he defends himself and you scoff. Your eyes glancing down at the very obvious bulge in his pants, the shiver that went down your spine went ignored as you glare at him.

“out.” you tell him sharply.

“y/n-” he pleaded

“OUT” Your voice bounces off the walls as he quickly makes his way out of your room and into his locking the door behind him in the process.

He couldn’t lie though..the fact that he got caught by you made him so hard it hurt.

He knew he hurt you, embarrassed you. He hated being this way, a pervert, but he couldn’t help it. He knew it was wrong but if you’d just let him fuck you like he’s dreamed about every night he wouldn’t be this way.

His dick is pulsating at this point. Though he does something that he’s never done when it came to you. He decided to take a cold shower.

He didn’t deserve to cum to that picture of you, especially in your underwear.

Even though that was thing he wanted to do the most.

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eeveebitches · 7 months

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bathroom. || Kendall Roy || smut

Pairing: Dom!Kendall Roy x F!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're Roman's assistant, at a launch party Kendall invited you to. Stuff happens along the way that you're sure would get you fired.

Word count: 3.794

18+ only! More under the cut,

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Dom Kendall, implied one-sided attraction from roman, bathroom sex, fingering, p in v, sexual tension, stewy makes a cameo

A/n: this is based on a request i got! :DD

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It’s a cold night, and Kendall is standing in front of you.

You don't know Kendall that long, but there's a clear twinkle in his eyes that shines with deviancy as he greets you. Even in the darkness of the New York street, you can see a glimmer that simply can't be usual. His smile is something you'd consider overly excited, and his short hair is slightly ruffled. You look him up and down, taking note of his casual appearance. "Hey hey heyy, there's my girl," he says with a wide grin.

He goes in for a side-hug, which you lean into with a smile. You don't expect him to speak as close to your ear as he does as he tells you, "I'm really fucking happy you could make it," so you can't help but shiver as his breath fans against your ear. Kendall pulls away from the hug, immediately searching for eye contact as he keeps grinning at you. "You know I'm never one to say no to a good party," you chuckle, letting him lead you from the street into the building.

It's some random start-up party, and Kendall had asked Roman to invite you, so now here you are. You aren't completely sure why he'd invite you, though.

You guessed it was because of Kendall's strange need for validation, and somehow him having a lot of 'friends' validated him. Not like you're complaining-- the white mini dress you're wearing has been collecting dust in your closet, so you're happy to put it into action.

"I like your, uhh, get-up. Real church girl gone slutty vibes. Fits you," he notes, eyes shamelessly raking over your body. You roll your eyes at him. He's high at most, and strangely giddy at the very least. Whatever he says tonight will not be worth worrying over. "And you look like you're gonna be a guest at Comic-Con," you shoot back as you let him open the door for you.

He ushers you inside with a hearty laugh, casually resting a hand on the small of your back which, surprisingly, you don't hate. "Listen, I know you hate those yuppy-wuppy parties, so I thought this kinda shit would be right up your alley. Good food, free drinks and a DJ that doesn't fucking suck." You hum as you scan the hallway you're standing in. Kendall quickly turns to talk to security, while you quickly grab your phone out of your purse to check your messages.

[ sad victorian puppy ]: Where the fuck are you

[ sad victorian puppy ]: ????????

[ sad victorian puppy ]: Hurry up before I hang myself with the fairy lights

[ sad victorian puppy ]: I'm not joking

[ sad victorian puppy]: I'm doing it right now

"You ready to dazzle loser-y tech bro's?" Your head shoots up from Roman's messages to give Kendall a nod. He yet again casually places his hand on the small of your back, handing you a wristband as he starts explaining random finance shit to you. It's all 'bla bla shareholders, bla bla stakes' to your ears, but you nod along as he bridges into the people he knows at the party.

The main event hall is spacious, fairy lights and plastic vines struggling to make this whole thing feel low-key. With a bar in the corner and a lively dance floor at the very front, you let Kendall lead you through the crowd as he points people out. "That's Shane, nasty fucking guy. His dad got in trouble for insider trading, so he made a jailbreak video game based on him and made bank," he practically giggles into your ear, hand slithering to rest on your side.

The side of his body is flush against yours, and his hot breath fans against your ear with each smart-mouthed remark. There's something promiscuous about it all, and you can't help but lean into his casual touches. "Is that one friend of yours here, too? With the beard and gray streak?"

He raises his brow at you in amusement. "You mean Stewy? Why, d'you wanna fuck him or something?" he asks through a wicked grin. "I barely know him, Ken, and you know I prefer being wined and dined." His eyes crease as his smile grows, curiously watching you. "Uh-huh, sure you do. Miss self-respect over here." You grin as well, walking out of Kendall's hold to disappear into the crowd, making your way to the bar.

Almost immediately you spot Roman, whose deep frown you can see from far as he stares at his phone. "Hiya, Romes."

You didn't mean to startle him, but that doesn't stop you from laughing at him when he jumps up, hissing out a sharp 'Jesus fuck' as he turns to glare at you. "Is this what you've been doing? Haunting this place and scaring people like a fuckin' poltergeist?"

"I mean, I am wearing white," you remark, before quickly ordering a mocktail as you hop onto one of the bar stools. Roman scoffs at you, choosing to simply stand next to your seat and lean against the bar. He seems strangely nervous, something you tell yourself to ask about later.

He slips his phone into his pocket with a huff. "Yeah yeah, whatever, Casper the shitty fuckin' assistant." Your drink slides in front of you, so instead of mustering a quip in reply, you opt to quietly taking a sip. It's surprisingly bitter, but you don't hate it.

From the corner of his eye, Roman carefully watches you. "Y'know, I can see you glaring at me," you mumble against the glass of your drink, smiling at Roman as he straightens his back and clears his throat. "Fuck off, I'm just weirded out by you in a party dress. It's uncanny valley type shit," he says, awkwardly tugging at his own fingers like he's trying to dislocate them.

"I think you're using uncanny valley wrong." With a scoff he turns his entire body to properly glare at you. "I know what uncanny valley is, and you in a dress like this gives off major android vibes. Like the real you has been replaced by a freaky, lookalike sex doll." He pokes your arm as he says it. His face is crinkled in childlike disgust as he watches you take another sip of your drink.

You can tell he doesn't mean it. He knows he doesn't mean it, too, hands fiddling as he fights the urge to touch the fabric of your ivory dress. "Still weird that Kendall wanted you here. Are you fucking him? I'm gonna fire you if you are, because that's, like, reaaally fucking gross," he groans out, continuing his glaring as you nonchalantly finish your drink.

"How about you first ask HR if asking about my love life is appropriate behavior, then I'll tell you all the juicy details." And with that you place your empty glass down and stand up from your seat. You pat Roman's shoulder with a grin. "I'm gonna go socialize, so stay put," you tell him, and while you didn't mean for it to come off as flirtatious, you don't correct yourself when you realize it does.

You maneuver through the hipster ocean, avoiding the guys wearing Rick & Morty shirts with ugly tweed blazers on top who are desperate for a conversation with you. The dance floor is in full swing, something you're sure you wouldn't have seen if you arrived earlier. Kendall had told Roman, who then told you that the later you arrived, the better it'd be.

Speaking of that devil, there Kendall stands, wearing kicks you're sure are worth more than your soul, a casual blazer and a shirt with a minimalist design. He lights up when he sees you, smile reaching to his eyes as he calls you over with a wave. Next to him stands that friend of his, dressed far too formal for the occasion.

He opens his arm, signaling for you to slot against him, which you do with far less hesitance than you'd like to have had. "Had enough of Rome?" he teases, carrying a blissful grin. You ignore the comment, instead focusing on Ken's friend.

"Roman's assistant, right? Haven't seen you since that thing in Florence." You hum in agreement, trying to dredge up his name from your memory. Kendall removes you from his arm to stop a wandering waiter and ask for... something, who knows. "Yeah, you were just as overdressed then as you are now," you reply with a cheeky grin.

What his name was, though, is still on the tip of your tongue. Something with an S, for sure, but the rest of the letters just don't place themselves.

Kendall returns to your side, and quickly whispers in your ear,

"Stewy."

He turns his head to look at you, and as your eyes meet he shoots you a coy grin before turning to, well, Stewy. "Y'know Rome has her write his e-mails? She probably knows more confidential shit than I do at this point." Stewy lets out a small chuckle, clearly looking you up and down. Kendall laughs at that, although there's a sharp tinge to it.

After some small talk between the two men that you simply could not follow for the life of you, Stewy leaves to go to the bathroom, winks and nudges palpable as Ken tells him to have fun.

"So, how're you liking it?" he suddenly asks you as the two of you walk to the couches in the corners of the room. "It's very... trendy." You smile as Kendall huffs out a laugh, the two of you sitting much closer to each other than you really have to be.

His thigh, which is surprisingly firm, is flush against yours. You can feel yourself holding your breath, but you just can't seem to breathe out as Kendall doesn't stop making eye contact. "Yeah, this is some hipster bullshit, I know. Still, the drinks are good, and the catering isn't pathetic."

"I haven't even had the food here yet, is it really not that bad? Those mini sandwiches seemed a bit..." He chuckles at that, nodding his head as his eyes quickly dart around, searching for something.

"Like absolute dog shit, yeah. But I swear it tastes pretty good. Let me go get some for you." You were expecting him to stand up, but instead he waves over a guy most definitely getting paid below minimum wage. "Hey dude, can you get me and the lady some of those mini sandwiches? And some drinks, too."

The waiter scurries off with a nod, so you turn your focus back to Kendall who's simply staring at you. "Seriously, thanks for coming. Not to sound like a sappy loser, but I do appreciate it. You're reliable, that's important shit to me, y'know?"

You smile at Kendall, patting his thigh. "It's no problem, Ken. You're a cool dude," you tell him, which somehow makes his eyes glimmer more than they have been so far. With a bewildered, yet smug look he keeps staring at you. "Good to know you find me cool. You're, uhh, cool too."

His hand goes to lay on top of yours, and suddenly whatever cologne he's been wearing floods your sense of smell. The air becomes heavy, too heavy for you to bear, as he continues looking into your eyes.

But then he squeezes your hand, quickly looks away and lets out a light chuckle. As if on queue, the waiter appears, drinks and ugly sandwiches on a platter. He places them on the table in front of you, then quickly departs.

"Fucking finally," Kendall mumbles, grabbing one of the sandwiches. "Alright, now open up."

"Open up?" He hums, smile growing more and more devious as he taps his mouth. "C'mon, say 'ahh', humor me." You have no reason to go along with it, or him, but something inside of you wants to, so you obediently open your mouth as Kendall plops the sandwich in your mouth.

The tension is palpable, partially because of how intense his eye contact suddenly becomes when you accidentally wrap your lips around his finger for a second as he pulls away. Flustered, you start chewing, letting out a muffled sound of enjoyment as the harmonious flavors spread over your palate.

"Shit, Ken, this is good," you giggle out, hand covering your mouth in a weak attempt at hiding your flustered expression. "Told you, didn't I? You can trust me, y'know."

He takes his own bite of food, as well as a dark blue drink, and he--

"Shit."

You look down at your dress, and all you see is blue.

Kendall spilled his fucking drink.

"Fuck, completely my bad," he hisses out, immediately grabbing you by the arm and leading you to the bathroom. For a split second you think you see Roman watching the two of you, but you don't have much time to dwell on it as you rush to one of the spacious bathrooms and lock the door behind you.

Kendall seems a bit frantic, like cold water was thrown over him, hands shaky as he grabs some paper towels and awkwardly tries to dry you off. "I fucked up, I'm sorry. Did you have a jacket with you, or?"

You simply shake your head no, to which Kendall grimaces. "Send me the cleaning bill for this shit, alright? This is completely my fault," he murmurs. "Ken, it's fine, it's just a drink. It'll wash out by itself."

It definitely won't, but the verbal comfort seems to ease his mind, as he stops wiping. "Yeah, you're, uh, you're right. I can get Jess to go find a jacket for you, it'd be here in like, ten minutes."

Before you can even decline, he walks to the other side of the bathroom, phone held against his ear as he mercilessly calls Jess during a Friday evening. You stare at yourself in the mirror, frowning at the splotch of blue. As you try to tug the dress a bit away from your skin, Ken appears behind you. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just really sticky," you groan as you grab another paper towel and struggle to push it in between your dress and your bare skin. "Fuck, this is uncomfortable but, uh... would it be cool for you to zip my dress down a little? So I can actually reach inside my dress."

Your cheeks are hot as you ask him, eyes cast down to the marble floor. He lets out a tense chuckle, stepping close enough to reach your back. "Yeah, of course." You look into the bathroom mirror and watch Kendall as he slowly reaches for the back of your zipper.

His knuckles brush up against your skin as he takes the delicate zipper in between his fingers. Little by little, he pulls it down, watching your face through the mirror. Breathlessly he waits for you to nod, to tell him that it's enough.

But for a reason you could never say out loud, you don't. Instead you watch him zip the dress down, lower and lower until the zipper ends at your waist.

His hands sneak into your now unzipped dress, holding onto your bare hips as he places a careful kiss to the back of your neck. "God, you smell fucking divine," he groans out, covering your neck and back with pecks as he roams your body. The pads of his fingers are rough against your skin, like sandpaper against velvet.

He gropes one of your breasts, breathing in your scent while his other hand traverses lower and lower. The whine you let out as he gently tugs at your nipple is desperate, something he replies to with a simple kiss to your temple. "You gotta be quiet, can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

Before you can even nod, he lunges at you, lips smashing against yours. He doesn't take his time, tugging at your bottom lip as he groans into your mouth. It's like he's trying to ravage you, hands growing rougher in their touch as he drowns in your scent.

You can barely hold back your moans as he consumes your entire being. His hand finds the rim of your panties in no time, and with zero hesitation he pushes two of his fingers against your clit. The small circles he makes send small sparks of delicious electricity through your body. "So wet for me," Kendall whispers against your lips, still watching you through the mirror.

His gaze is hot, burning through your skin and heating you to your bones as he pleasures you. "Ken, please."

He can't stop himself from chuckling at how needy you are. "I kinda always knew your whole put together thing was bullshit. I mean, look at you now," he says, letting out a sharp laugh as you shiver at his words.

"Roman doesn't even know you could be like this, huh? A needy slut fucking her boss's brother in some random bathroom." He doesn't give you any time to respond, his two fingers move from your clit to slip inside of you. Your walls squeeze against his digits as he uses his thumb to keep the pressure on your clit constant.

It's all too much. His filthy words against the shell of your ear as he abuses your cunt, his other hand still busying himself with your nipple. It's hot, and harsh, yet the most satisfying feeling you've had in years.

Not only that, but you can tell how riled up he is, too. Panting, lightly grinding against you, hungrily staring at your reflection. "Fuck-- sit on the sink for me," he groans, removing his fingers. You do as he tells you, whimpering at the sudden emptiness.

He pushes his fingers into your mouth without much warning, but you gladly let him. There's a small part of you, in a very dark corner of your brain, that's cursing you out for being here. For letting him feed you, for letting his hands even graze against you. It's like every moment with him tonight led up to this moment, with you sucking your own juices from Kendall's fingers as he undoes his pants with his other hand.

Kendall pulls his fingers away, wiping your saliva on your exposed thigh. You giggle as he pulls a condom from his pocket, giving him a teasing look. "Prepared, are we?"

He shrugs, expression almost bashful as he carefully rips the foil. "Not gonna lie to you, I got them from Stewy right after you walked away," he chuckles, cheeks raised high as if he's genuinely embarrassed. "I was really hoping for this," he motions between the two of you with a strangely sincere smile, "to happen."

"Stop being a sap and fuck me, Kenny." His head hangs low as he laughs at that, pulling out his cock as casually as one can when getting ready to fuck their brother's assistant in a bathroom. You bite the inside of your cheek raw as you watch him slowly roll the condom down. He lets out a small hiss as he does so, eyebrows furrowing as he gives himself a few loose-handed strokes.

With a gentleness he hadn't shown before, he pushes your thighs apart and your panties down. He looks into your eyes and smiles warily as he lines himself up against your entrance. "Are you okay?"

You roll your eyes at him, and with a burst of sudden confidence you grab him by his hips and push him against you. It takes a small bit of adjusting from Kendall, whose amused grin is, at this point, infectious.

As his cock slowly delves into you, you let out a tandem moan. "So fucking tight," Kendall huffs out, thumb yet again finding your clit as he watches you weakly writhe. "Can you please just move, Ken?"

The laugh he lets out is breathy, but he quickly complies, almost fully removing himself from you before slamming back into you. The pace he sets is brutal, his large hand clutching at your side and his eyes only focused on you. Your dress is clumsily pushed down, letting your tits bounce freely as his every thrust shakes you to your core.

Kendall doesn't relent with his other hand, either. He roughly spits on your sopping wet cunt, thumb gliding over your slick clit with ease. His every move leaves you gasping for air, and if it wasn't for the hand you're using to cover your mouth, you're sure everyone outside would hear you.

"I knew I had to fuck you when I saw you in this dress," he groans out as you shove your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his shoulder to keep your noises unheard. "I don't know how Rome handles having you around, always wearing those tight fucking pencil skirts. I'd bend you down over my desk," he picks up his pace, harshly slamming his cock into you, "and eat your pussy with everyone's watching."

With a particularly hard thrust and his words ricocheting in your head, you fall apart. Your entire body convulses, and everything turns a pure white as you can feel Kendall smash his lips against yours in an attempt to swallow your noise.

His own thrusts grow sloppy, and with a gruff moan he slowly stills his movements. You stay like that for a moment as you come to, his forehead resting against yours. You're both panting, and horribly sweaty, and as you slowly open your eyes the first thing you notice is the blue on your dress. Ken follows your line of sight, letting out a weak chuckle.

"We, uh, still haven't fixed that."

The two of you share a laugh, before he slowly pulls himself. You pull your panties up as he busies himself with discarding the condom and tucking himself back into his pants, hissing at the cold sensation of your cooled down slick. "Hey, didn't you call Jess or something?" you mutter, more to yourself than to him as he helps you zip your dress back up. "Yeah, she's probably been waiting."

"Poor Jess." Kendall heartily laughs at your sympathy. "I just gave you a mind-blowing fuck, and you're worrying about her?"

You shrug, shooting Kendall a small smile as you fix yourself up a bit in the mirror. Ken wraps an arm around your waist as he stands besides you. "So what happened to being wined and dined? Or is that still on the table," he asks through a brash grin.

"Stop being a smart ass and ask me on a date like a normal rich guy."

"Rich guys don't do dates," he jokes as he unlocks the bathroom, arm still around your waist since your legs are wobbling,

"they fuck assistants in bathrooms."

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hanluex · 2 years

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♡ GOOD NEWS — JASON TODD

jason x gn!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, alcohol consumption, mentions of the words ‘puke, barf’, drunk jason, established relationship au, fluff

“poor thing. imagine having to deal with your own boyfriend trying to flirt with you?”

dick snickered, turning away as you looked at him with a subtle glare before training your eyes on gar, who was laughing away with no care.

“y/n is probably getting flashbacks to the day they first met,” the younger male spoke, only laughing harder when you slapped his arm. “what?!”

“wait, what?” rachel raised her brow in question. “what happened when they first met?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, gesturing towards the male who sat in front of you, doing his best at looking at you with a ‘sexy’ gaze. “pretty much this. this idiot was drunk, and he tried flirting with me–” you were cut off by an overly excited gar, unable to keep the rest of it to himself.

“–before he puked all over her. it was quite the sight,” he continued, laughing. “not the prettiest sight, but an entertaining one, for sure.”

rachel looked confused, staring at your boyfriend before looking back at you. “you agreed to date him after that?” she checked, unsure if he was missing something. “even after he barfed on you? damn, i could never.”

“i didn’t think i could either, but what can i say? it’s the jason todd effect.”

the drunken male in front of you perked up at the mention of his name, the corners of his lips tilting upwards as he looked at you. “yep, jason todd, that’s my name! don’t overuse it.” he clicked his tongue, causing you to heave a hopeless sigh.

“please, stop. i’m losing my last brain cell as we speak.”

“it doesn’t matter what you lose, because at the end of the day, i’m yours — so who’s the winner here?”

your mouth fell open at your boyfriend’s words, turning to his friends, wondering which of them taught him to speak like that. but seeing their shocked expressions, especially dick's, you realized it was really your jason trying to hit you up to the best of his abilities.

“so …” jason dragged, resting his face on his hands as he looked at you. “does this mean i can take you out on a date?” he asked, cracking a shy smile, which made your insides melt a little.

“well, i got good news and bad news for you.”

the brunet blinked slowly, trying to register your words before a small frown came on his face as he nodded. “what’s the bad news?” he looked worried for you, making your heart swell at his unintended cuteness.

“well, the bad news is that i have a boyfriend,” you answered, getting snickers from the others as they witnessed how you expertly handled your drunken boyfriend.

jason’s brows furrowed as he frowned even more. “then what’s the good news?” he inquired, observing you intently as you reached out with your hands.

“the good news is …” you smiled to yourself, softly pinching his flushed cheeks as you responded. “… you are my boyfriend, idiot.” jason tilted his head in confusion before a drunken smile adorned his face.

“well, what a pleasant surprise. that’s certainly some good news.”

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sonder-paradise · 2 years

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𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧

◊ ft. thoma, childe, diluc, xiao, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff, confessions, crack-ish

picking up the odd envelope, you were mildly annoyed with all the endless papers and mail you were being given lately. who knew which liyue merchant had decided to sign you up for all of teyvat’s chainmail, but you certainly weren’t having it.

your eyes skimmed through the first letter before sighing. what was the point in sorting through it all when it was likely going to be about some false news or silly “discount.” with a heavy thud, you stashed the whole thing into the trash bin.

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 finds the letter in the trash. he’s just emptying it out, rather excited to see whether or not you had read his letter yet. he had almost purposefully made sure to empty out your bin last just to double check that you had opened it.

however, his heart sinks as he stares at the pristine envelope with curled handwriting that stares right back at him at the bottom of the bin. he snatches it up in an instant, running his hands over the parchment to see whether you had even opened it. to his relief, you hadn’t.

“thoma? are you done with chores yet?” you call, popping your head in through the door. he jumps; a small yelp escaping from his lips as he turns back to you with nervous eyes. “wha…? oh! yes, i just finished..”

now what to do here? give you the confession in person? he wanted composure before you potentially rejected him at the very least. it was most likely you had simply thrown it out on accident considering it was unopened but what if you already knew and threw it out anyway??

“what are you holding..? wait isn’t that one of the ads i got this morning?” you laugh, “was it something you wanted? i can save you the next ones if that’s the case.”

thoma could feel his face ignite under your gaze. with shaky hands he offered the letter back to you. “um, actually, it’s for you.” you blink, noticing the slightly crinkled paper and the elegant writing on it. he’s right. it says your name. but isn’t that his handwriti—

oh.

you’re quick to take it from him. a trickle of embarrassment sinks into your stomach as you almost want to apologize for not noticing it before. “you’re right! um, i’ll read it in the other room, m’kay??” you’re speeding out the door before you can notice the relief in his eyes.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 watches in disbelief as you toss out the stack of papers on your desk. you had been complaining about the increase of junk mail you were receiving but he didn’t think it was so bad that you would just toss the whole ass stack away.

it’s like the world’s taunting him when he spots the red lining of his letter right on top. honestly, it’s like you want him dead from heartbreak. you spot his odd expression out of the corner of your eye and raise an eyebrow.

“why do you look so surprised? it was just junk,” you explain, plopping back down at your desk. childe can feel a stab of pain pierce his heart and he reels over dramatically.

weakly and almost desperately looking to you, he tries to at least convince you to look at the very first thing on top of your trash bin. “you never know, maybe there was something important in there..!”

hearing your laugh only brings him another stab of pain and he can practically feel his soul leave his body. you’re so cruel to him. you wave him off. “what could be so important in junk mail? you’ve got to be kiddin-“

you blink once.

twice.

three times.

when in the hell did that decorative and overly expensive letter get in your junk mail pile?? you glance to childe who’s still reeling over his own table in faux agony before quickly snatching it out of the trash.

it had to be from childe. it just absolutely had to. “oh! what’s this?” you call out just a little too loudly for him not to notice, “whatever could this envelope be?”

childe peeked up from his agonizing state and you could practically see his eyes twinkle at the sight of his confession in your hands. honestly, he was going to be the death of you.

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 learns from Kaeya of all people. another night, another evening tending the bar at angel's share. diluc's unimpressed to see kaeya grinning from ear to ear towards him. he's even more annoyed when kaeya begins to talk about a certain letter that got dropped off at your place.

"first off, what were you even doing at their place?" diluc spits out, cleaning off the rim of a shot glass. kaeya seems smug before he spots the look of suspicion on diluc's face. "calm down. i was dropping off something they requested and noticed it sitting in their trash can. look familiar?"

diluc wants to flinch at the familiar envelope with the stark and ever-so-elegant handwriting. it's his, of course. he sent it just three days ago. a pang of hurt flashes through his chest. why had kaeya found it in the trash then?

"don't worry. they said something about receiving a lot of junk mail recently," kaeya says, swinging the letter about. it's then diluc notices that it truly was unopened. a wave of relief washes over him.

"but honestly, how funny!" kaeya laughs, clearly growing a tad bit too drunk for the evening. "i was certainly surprised to find it, you know?"

diluc rolls his eyes, turning to grab another rag from behind the counter. the door swings open, letting in another crowd of tavern-goers.

"find what?"

"diluc's letter to y/n," he sighs drunkenly.

"diluc sent a letter to me...?"

the two brothers instantly freeze. kaeya nearly drops his drink as he almost comedically turns to stare at you of all people. he laughs nervously, glancing over his shoulder to try and configure his brother's expression. "what... letter...?"

diluc clears his throat, snatching the letter from kaeya and handing it over to you. "it seems there's been a bit of a misunderstanding. i take it you'll accept my letter sooner rather than later?"

you stare at the letter before recognizing the handwriting from this morning. looking back at the man, you note how red his face has grown under the dimming tavern lights. "yes...! of course. thank you..." you murmur, gently taking the confession from his hands.

𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨 actually gives you the letter in person. he's never been all that good with his words and according to ganyu a letter might do the trick. however, he wasn't exactly planning on the fact you had been battered left and right with silly prank letters, ridiculous junk mail, and stupid scams.

he's certain the moment's right. you're diligently working on something important and there's no one else but the two of you. he approaches you slowly, eyes glancing anywhere but your own eyes.

"y/n... do you have a moment?" he says quietly.

"yeah. is something the matter?" you reply, looking up to gaze at your pretty yaksha. he certainly looks distracted by something today. you can't help but find it rather cute of him.

"i wanted to give you-"

"is that another prank letter?" you groan, taking the letter out of his hands. "those pesky little- honestly, i should talk to yanfei about doing something about this at this point...!"

xiao's eyes widen as you wave the letter around. was... this supposed to happen?

"well, what is it this time?" you sigh, finally skimming over the pretty-looking envelope. there's a rather messily made formation of your name on top and you squint at it for a moment. it seems oddly like something xiao would write.

oh wait.

"this... THIS IS YOURS?" you exclaim, looking back at xiao hastily. the poor man's grown quiet, shoulders shaking and a rather annoyed aura increasing around him.

"w-wait! i'm so sorry!" you cry, sweating at his appearance, "i swear i didn't-"

"evil conque-"

"XIAO!"

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frogchiro · 2 years

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I NEED MORE STRAY CHILDE AND CAT READER

YOU ASK AND I SHALL DELIVER (also i'm turning this into a possible lil threesome bc i need and i have 0 selfcontrol ;;)

fem!reader, hybrids, suggestive content, love triangle, age gap but reader is explicitly stated to be an adult, implied chubby reader, jealousy and feels, a tiny bit of angst?? but it's woven in between fluff so it's okay </3 also my terrible grammar

okay soooo...i was thinking about a kinda 'lady and the tramp' scenario but with a little twist? where you, the prized kitty girl, belong to an incredibly wealthy snezhnayan noblewoman. she is already on the older side, she never married or had kids and while living a lavish life full of extravagant banquets, travels across teyvat, meeting the most interesting people, sometimes it does get lonely in a big mansion you know? sure there are the servants and many other people who'd be more than willing to converse with her but a jumpy mousy handmaiden or some boring sycophantic dignitary or two can only do so much to be considered 'good' company.

after much thinking and careful consideration, the woman decided on buying a cat hybrid. the hybrid breeding business was booming all over teyvat, it basically became a staple for the wealthy to buy hybrids, dress them up like the most beautiful porcelain dolls and flaunting them on various official occasions like banquets or balls.

there was a large variety of well bred hybrids, all from most perfect and long lineages that would put the family histories of most noble houses to shame. from bunnies through sables, foxes, peacocks up to horse hybrids but it still wasn't perfect, all of them were boring; well, until she met you. a catgirl with fluffy shiny (h/c) fur combed and groomed to perfection, pointy ears standing high and proud and a lovely fluffy tail swishing as if annoyed by the disturbance behind you. from the second she saw you, she knew that you were the one that would keep her company. you were a cute young thing, just over 16 years old and the perfect combination of politeness, shyness and sassyness, not overly clingy and desperate to be bought but also not rude or hissy. yes, you'd be perfect.

and so began your new life with your new owner in a completely new environment. sure, you'd miss the facility where you grew up in but you were also excited what your future would hold for you and judging by the lady who bought you, you'd never have to worry about anything anymore.

a few years passed in bliss. you were now just over 20 and you really grew into your new life. ever since the nice lady brought you into your new home or rather a small palace, you lived a life of luxury as the favorite (and only!) pet of her ladyship. you had your own room, own bed stuffed to the brim with pillows and topped off with a silky see-through canopy, all designed in a lovely and tasteful (f/c) palette. you even had a personal chef and groomer! after all the favorite kitty of the household had to eat the best food and have her fur shiny and not a single tangle in sight; yes, life was calm and perfect for you.

well...at least until someone barged in at full speed. it was a ginger stray cat hybrid who called himself childe, ajax for friends which he insisted on becoming with you. stray hybrids weren't a rare sight to be honest, especially in a big metropolis like the capital city of snezhnaya, but they usually kept to the more shady parts of the town, scavenging the dark alleys and slums for scraps so it was quite a fright when suddenly a big, rough looking stray jumped over the fence and right next to the spot where you were sunning!

after hissing and yowling up a storm you realized that childe had no real ill intentions but you were still miffed about the situation, why was he here? how the hell did he even get here?

after a sheepish explanation from the scarred hybrid that he was just scavenging the area for food and he got wind of a new smell he just couldn't resist and had to check out the source! he really didn't expect for you to be the source and before he could retreat he slipped and fell into your garden and here he was...ta-daaa!

you didn't really buy it, the ginger cat literally spelled trouble by just looking at him but you kinda felt a little pity on him; he was a stray for gods know how long and while he was well build and very big, judging by the growl in his belly he didn't eat for a very long time.

just because you were a 'high-born' and belonging into a aristocratic family didn't mean you were cruel or heartless so you told the man to wait here for you as you sneaked into the kitchens and loaded a cloth full of different kinds of meats, cheeses and fruit and brought them back to him to eat. your heart squeezed painfully at the wide eyes of the stray as you gave him the wrapped cloth and wished him well, telling him not the eat trash anymore and if he were hungry then to just come here and you'll give him food.

and so started the quite unlikely friendship between you and the big stray, ajax, and you had to admit that the once seemingly meek and sheepish cat was actually the biggest troublemaker you ever saw! as your friendship progressed his true colors shone through and gave him an entirely new but lovable personality. ajax was funny, smart, cunning and a major flirt, often teasing you and making moves on you, then laughing boisterously when you flushed and hissed at him with your ears pulled flat against your head.

he even showed you his den! after weeks of convincing you to give into his pleas of sneaking out for the night because 'he wanted to show you something' you finally gave into his pleads and went with him, anxious to be away from your safe mansion but also excited for the new possible adventure.

what ajax hyped up to be his 'incredibly cool and super comfy den' was actually an old abandoned barn on the outskirts of the town. you weren't really impressed and by the look of your sour expression childe sweated a little but pulled you after him while promising that it looks much better on the inside...it really didn't but at least the attic of the barn was kept well enough and judging by the neat circle of old blankets, furs and pillows this was where the hybrid made his den and to be honest....it really was comfy.

you began to sneak out almost every night to meet childe at his barn, at least it gave you the privacy and you didn't have to worry about any patrolling guards or stray servants busting your secret friend.

soon the old barn became your second home and the circle of old raggedy blankets and pillows your new bed. it was quite liberating in some way to roll around in the nest with ajax, the catboy nothing but accommodating and happy to have you here with him. he loved to see you smile and purr up a storm when your were rolling around and nuzzling the blankets simultaneously leaving your delicious scent all over his place which often led to...some unsavory activities after you left.

but could you really blame him?! how can he not rub his cock and cum all over himself when he has the image of your perfect soft body burned into his brain and various sinful thoughts are occupying his mind the second he gets a whiff of your scent.

it will always be a secret but his favorite fantasy is of you abandoning your life at the mansion and have you run away with him. the thought of having you here with him at all times, hunting and providing for you, returning after each successful hunt to you as you smile and lick his cheek, the tiny mewls of your kitties the only noise in the otherwise silent barn besides the cracking fire in the rundown hearth and your loud purrs.

but this is all it will ever be, a fantasy. he couldn't possibly ever ask you of such a thing, such a sacrifice to satisfy his selfish desires especially after all the things you did for him. he knew painfully well that you are way out of his league, basically a princess to his tramp self; but that didn't mean he still couldn't cherish you and every moment he shared with you! yes, he was content with what he had. everything was perfect....until it wasn't.

while your lady didn't exactly know the details of where her prized catgirl went off to, she had the vague idea that you were...disappearing for the nights and coming back ruffled and dirty like some common stray and it got her thinking...what if you were lonely? what if you were just seeking out the presence of another hybrid? it wouldn't surprise her really, after all she was the one to buy you in the first place to quell her own loneliness so how could she be so selfish and possibly neglect the feelings of her favorite girl! and she knew just the perfect resolution for the issue...

imagine your surprise when one beautiful winter morning when you came down into the salon stretching and yawning to check out the noises that seemed to go on since the early hours only to notice your lady sitting on the recliner with a...hybrid standing right next to her.

you wouldn't lie when you said that you almost turned on your heel and made a beeline back to your room and hide under the various blankets of your nest. this hybrid...this...monster wasn't something you ever saw, even in childe.

the cat hybrid appeared to be older, much older than you with long flowing and well kept white hair topped with two pointy white ears and a neat beard. the man was tall, so very tall, and broad; his thick chest and arms partially covered by the fur coat he was wearing, but the most prominent feature of his were his piercing gray eyes. the slitted pupils looking almost like tiny diamonds inside his eyes when his stone cold gaze zeroed on your figure and you suddenly felt so tiny and exposed in your nightgown and see-through robe; your tail swishing anxiously behind you as the man glowered down on you.

finally after what felt like an eternity, your lady noticed you and beamed, jumping up from her seat and inviting you over to introduce the mysterious man.

his name was apparently pierro and he was the new cat hybrid your lady bought in order for you to no longer be lonely, plus judging by his sheer size he could also be your protector.

while your lady was happily rambling and telling you all about the process and all the benefits of pierro being here all you could do was stay quiet, ears pinned flat to your head as you and the big man had a staredown with you quickly loosing. you just didn't understand it! it was all a big misunderstanding! you weren't 'lonely' at all but on the other hand you guessed you got a little careless and sloppy about sneaking out to meet with childe. getting a bit too comfortable was a big mistake and you could understand it coming off as 'feeling lonely' to your lady, she probably was thinking that you were sneaking out to search for other cat people and now you were stuck with the older hybrid. maybe it wouldn't be so bad? after all, pierro looks like he's an older hybrid even for your extended lifespans, plus he doesn't really look like the type to chase you around and play or bother you, if anything he was looking at you like you're the one to bother him in your own damn house! ultimately there was nothing you could do anymore, pierro was here already and it looked like he was staying so you guessed you just had to suck it up for a bit and hold off on meeting with childe for the time being.

and so pierro stayed in the mansion for good. a few weeks passed already and honestly? it was better than you expected! just like you previously presumed pierro didn't bother you or even try to interact with you, most times keeping just to himself doing gods know what and yet you felt his constant presence, like a phantom lingering around you and keeping a keen eye on you.

even with this strange feeling you came around, breaking the invisible wall and actually trying to get pierro to at least like you a little bit which, to your great surprise, wasn't difficult at all.

the big cat hybrid was actually very pleasant to be around; he was mostly either reading something or lounging around on a recliner or next to one of the enormous fireplaces in the mansion and it provided a perfect opportunity to get to know each other. he had a very deep, rough and rumbling voice that send pleasant shivers down your spine any time you heard it, plus he seemed to naturally run hot so lounging next to him in front of the fire during a cold winter night proved to be a wonderful experience, his deep rumbling purrs vibrating and lulling you to sleep.

he even started to slowly allow himself to become more 'touchy' with you! at first it were just short and stiff nuzzles, just to acknowledge your existence, then it slowly evolved into more lingering touches, insistently rubbing his head against yours, grooming your fur with his tongue, wrapping his tail around yours and even full on spooning you when lounging on a fur rug. the ultimate sign of trust was when one night pierro invited you to his chamber to climb into his nest to cuddle and bond and you won't lie when you say you felt a hot tingle in your lower belly when you climbed into the enormous wonderfully soft nest that was drenched in his scent and you felt the man slowly rub his cheek upwards from the base of your tail to your shoulders and bit down softly, his huge fangs oh so gently clamping down on the back of your neck as he slowly pulled your back snugly to his broad hairy chest and laid down with you, his teeth still holding you.

the gesture was an incredibly intimate one, reserved only for mates but it made you feel all giddy and tingly inside, quiet purrs from deep within your chest mixing with pierro's rumbles and combined with the cracking fire from the heart it made for a wonderfully cozy and intimate soundscape.

you let pierro take care of you, his teeth finally letting loose of your neck to gently lick it with his rough tongue and growling lowly when he felt your hips shift under his, pulling you even closer and crushing you against his chest. his darling little kitten seemed to finally be relaxed in his presence, something he longed for from the very beginning when his new owner introduced you to each other. you finally stopped to sneak out so much the more open you became with each other and you no longer smelt like that wretched stray, childe.

pierro growled under his breath at even the thought of that tramp getting close to you and thinking he'd have any chance with you while you had him. instead he continued to lick you, down from your neck and towards your delicious full breasts feeling particulary naughty and sneaking a quick suck or two to your nipples, an answering delighted mewl from you all he needed to know.

now that the stray was out of the picture he had you all to himself and soon he'd mate you. while her ladyship was sometimes annoying him he had to begrudgingly thank her for bringing you two together although perhaps not in the way she thought. maybe you will present her with a nice healthy litter of well bred kittens next year with him as the proud father? who knows; for now though he had a needy kitty to take care of and the night was just starting~

unbeknownst to either of you, a pair of deep blue eyes was glaring at you from the balcony of the room. childe was furious, basically fuming from the inside but not at you, no, never at you, but at pierro for even thinking of trying to take you from him and at himself for allowing this to happen.

a few weeks back when pierro was just brought into the mansion you did warn childe that you'll be unable to sneak out as often as previously due to your lady bringing another hybrid into the household and to avoid suspicion you had to drastically cut down on your time together. at first he thought it wouldn't really bother him, he was a stray and used to being alone, but after so many weeks of having you so close, keeping him company and just simply being there for him made him feel dangerously attached to you and the knowledge that you had to stay away from him for an indefinite amount of time made him feel miserable and to add salt to the wound you now shared a space with another hybrid, pierro, out of everyone.

he vaguely knew the hybrid before; tall and broad in statue, stone cold exterior, a permanent scowl on his face that never seemed to wither. according to rumors the old hybrid had a lineage that reached as far as back to the ancient khaen'rhian people, due to that (and from what childe was aware) pierro couldn't be technically owned by someone, he was always just...there. so it had him baffled when he saw the man strolling through the gardens, his piercing diamond pupils turning into slits when they zeroed on him and made a face that could be only described as 'disgusted pity'. childe then pulled his ears back, the fur on his back standing on ends and was ready to pounce on him but retreated last second when he saw your soft body coming up from behind pierro and rubbing affectionately up against him. the ginger hybrid would lie when he said that his jaw almost hit the floor when he witnessed the scene and his blood boiled at the disgustingly smug look on pierro's face when he wrapped his long fluffy tail around you and returned your gesture before turning you around and walking away from him place of hiding like he was some afterthought you shouldn't be bothered with.

seeing you with the big hybrid, pierro, was like putting salt in the wound that he created for himself. why couldn't he confessed to you earlier? was he really such a coward that he couldn't even express his love for the girl of his dreams? and now he had to watch you being all lovely and cozy with the big male while he was left standing high and dry, plus he just knew that the white haired hybrid would rub his triumph all over his face the next chance he got.

'but just you wait', childe thought with a bitter scowl. it was just the beginning as sooner the abyss would freeze over than childe would admit defeat. you'd become his mate and he'd win your heart.

just you wait

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shyvioletcat · 8 months

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ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY EIGHT

~ Single Parent ~ Ah yes, this is always one of my favourite days. This is part two to my Fish are Friends fic, so please enjoy. @rowaelinscourt

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“This guy is loaded.”

Aelin snorted at her friend's awed exclamation as she eased off on the accelerator coming up the long, paved driveway. The house wasn’t obnoxiously large, but it was well beyond decent with a pretty facade and well kept gardens. And if the price he had offered initially for her services today was anything to go by, yes Rowan did have money to burn.

She had waited until she got home to text him back and to say yes to the offer of Ivy’s birthday party, claiming that now she had turned back into a mermaid she could talk mermaid business. With how the girl was so enamoured by the whole mermaid performance Aelin couldn’t even think of saying no. Rowan had immediately come back with a price just under what her gig at the aquarium paid in a fortnight and she stared at it wide eyed for a full minute. She knocked it back, then there was a mildly heated discussion over what the price should be. Rowan was overly generous, and Aelin helped equate the cost by saying she needed to bring a friend along to help her with her costume and they would split it. That had been fine, of course, and why Lysandra was sitting in the passenger seat.

The car stopped and Lysandra was still peering out the windows trying to get a better look. “His wife, slash girlfriend, slash whatever must be living the life.”

“He’s divorced,” Aelin said, pushing the gear stick into park.

“That’s an awfully weird thing to find out in a conversation that went for two minutes,” Lysandra added.

Aelin shrugged, seatbelt clicking as it undid. “Well his daughter did demand he kiss me.”

Lysandra paused from where she was checking over her make-up in the sun visor mirror, head turning sharply. “She what?”

“I had to keep the magic alive and I may have told her that I needed a kiss from my true love to stay a mermaid. There was something about a sea witch curse in there too.”

The mirror closed with a snap. “That’s real dedication.”

“Yes it is and that’s why I need you to go knock on the door and suss out where I need to go so Ivy doesn’t know I’m here until I’m dressed. I’m only human between three and six to her knowledge,” Aelin explained, gesturing to the dark wood door.

“I feel like there was an easier way to do this,” Lysandra said.

Aelin shooed her with a gesture of her hand. “I was under pressure, now go.”

Lysandra didn’t answer, just did what she was asked, hopping out of the car and making a show of knocking on the front door. Aelin sunk in her chair a little, ready to hide completely if anyone little appeared at the door. She managed to see an older woman with greying auburn hair look her way as Lysandra pointed to the car. There was some more conversing and then some nodding, and then Lysandra was coming back over to the car.

She opened the car door and lent in. “So, that lady was Iris and she’s the grandmother. She said all the littlies are inside making bracelets or something so you are all clear to sneak in using the side gate and use the pool house to get ready.”

“Fantastic,” Aelin replied and didn’t waste any time. Children were unpredictable, who knows when they might choose to stampede outside. “Let’s go.”

The two of them unloaded the gear, managing to get it all gathered together in one load. Tail and accessories in hand, the side gate was easy enough to spot. Aelin led the way, listening out for an excitable little girl who’s birthday she did not want to ruin. Sounds of laughter and music came from inside the house, but Aelin ignored it all and headed straight to the pool house. Luckily, the blinds were down on the floor to ceiling windows saving them the trouble. It was a tidy space, besides the child’s toys stacked in a corner. There were a few lounges, a small kitchenette and a door Aelin assumed led to a bathroom.

The gear was dumped on one of the lounges and Aelin started to strip off. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

~~~~~

Rowan tried to keep his hand steady even as the little girl in front of him was determined not to stay still. Ivy had begged him to do face painting at her party, and of course he was going to say yes. He had spent the last month practising on paper, his daughter and even his friends when they let him. Rowan had been good to start with, and now he was considering making it a weekend job. Not really, being a deputy principal during the week and being a full time dad was more than enough work for him. But at least it was therapeutic.

“Hold still for just one more second,” Rowan told the brown haired girl sitting in front of him. She huffed, but listened, the lure of a unicorn horn and ears overriding the need to see what was going on. Adding a few last details on the horn to really give it some sparkle and then he was done. “There.”

Rowan didn’t need to say more than that and the girl was off. He wiped his hands on an old tea towel and was about to refill some of the snack bowls when his mother approached him looking like she was holding in a secret.

She sidled up close, beckoning him a little closer so Rowan had to lean in as she whispered. “Your mermaid is here.”

“Oh,” Rowan said, taking a look around. “Where?”

“I sent her and her friend to the pool house,” Iris said. “After Ivy’s rave reviews I’m excited to see her myself.”

Because Aelin was all Ivy could talk about and she already fawned over her to anyone who would listen in her select circle of people she chose to talk to. Rowan had kept the mermaid appearance under wraps and he was glad to see his surprise hadn’t been ruined. His daughter was going to lose her mind.

“Pool time!” Rowan announced to the room, excited squeals drowning out his chance to say anything else.

Ivy was by his side in a second, pulling at her dress so she could get to the swimsuit she had insisted on wearing underneath. Rowan helped her before he could do some damage, revealing the mermaid scale patterned one piece with a frilly little tutu skirt around her waist.

“Come on, Dad!” Ivy said, pulling on his hand and trying to drag him towards the pool.

Rowan smiled at her eagerness. “Hold up, we gotta wait for everyone else to be ready.”

That didn’t take long at all and it was only about 10 minutes later that everyone was crowded around the new location for gathering. To help ease the minds of the parents he’d paid a couple of his friends to be honorary lifeguards. In the end he had chosen Connall and Vaughan, and it had taken some heavy consideration. Lorcan was out because his lack of care and observation might just end in disaster. Fenrys’ sole purpose would be showing off shirtless in front of the mums and anyone else who found themselves interested, and Rowan needed the children in the water to be the priority. And even though Vaughan had similar motives, he would at least include the supervision of the children in his displays. Connall was the easy decision because, besides Rowan himself, he was the most level headed and had more than an ounce of common sense.

“Excuse me.”

Rowan turned at the unfamiliar voice behind him. A stunning brunette who he did not recognise stood there. She didn’t have the look of one of the parents and she wasn’t a caterer—she was dressed too casually for that. It had him wondering who she was.

“Hi, I’m sorry but…”

“Oh, Lysandra,” she said, a hand on her chest. “Friend of Aelin.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Rowan extended his hand for a handshake which was returned.

“Likewise,” Lysandra said. “Aelin is ready but we’ve hit a bit of a snag.”

“How so?” Trying not to sound too panicked at the potential flow in his party plans.

“Um, she can’t exactly walk out of there.”

Rowan felt the confusion on his face as he tried to figure it out.

Lysandra smiled. “She doesn’t have legs.”

“Oh, right,” Rowan said, laughing a little. “What do you need me to do?”

“It’s a good thing you at least look strong,” Lysandra said, beckoning Rowan to follow.

“Mam, can you watch Ivy and the pool,” Rowan threw over his shoulder—her affirmative answer sounding as he headed towards the pool house.

The blinds were closed and Rowan did one last check of the pool before he ducked into the building right behind Lysandra. Aelin sat on one of the lounges in her full get-up, tail and seashells and the make-up that had her face sparkling. Once again, he was struck by how beautiful this woman was, it was an impossible thing not to notice.

“Nice to see you again,” she said with a little wave.

“You too,” Rowan said, then hastily added. “And thank you. For doing this.”

“Anything for the kids, right?” Aelin said.

“Speaking of, should we get to it?” Rowan asked.

Aelin gave a flourish of her hands down the length of her body. “By all means.”

Rowan tried not to be awkward as he bent down and scooped Aelin up bridal style, she even draped her arms around his neck. The tail made her stiffer than other women he’d carried like this, but he managed.

“If you could get the door?” Rowan asked Lysandra.

“Of course.”

Rowan was concentrating so hard as he stepped through the doorway, trying his best not to knock Aelin’s head or tail. She must have been concerned as well because her grip tightened and she hugged herself closer to him. He managed it all without incident and brought them safely into the sun.

“Look who I found in the bathtub!” Rowan announced, drawing the attention of the party. Ivy’s exclamation of Aelin rang out over all of it. He lowered his voice so only Aelin could hear. “Where do you want me to set you down?”

“Shallow end, by the steps,” Aelin replied quietly before turning her attention to the party. “I heard it was someone’s birthday.”

Rowan set Aelin down and Ivy was there a heartbeat later.

“It’s me, Aelin. It’s my birthday,” Ivy said nearly climbing onto the mermaid.

Aelin graciously took it all in her stride, wrapping her arm around the girl. “I couldn’t miss that.”

Within moments Aelin had control of the party, all the kids flocking to her and her magnetic energy. Rowan left her to it, heading outside the pool fence to grab himself a drink. He grabbed a beer from the cooler in the kitchen before returning to the back patio to watch the show. There was no doubt in his mind that Aelin would be putting on a performance if her work at the aquarium was anything to go by.

“Dude, you got a mermaid?” That overly question came from Fenrys, who had appeared next to Rowan, face still decorated with a large rainbow and a collection of stars. Ivy had insisted her uncle get his face painted and like everyone else in her life, he hadn’t refused. “She looks legit. Where’d you find her?”

“The aquarium,” Rowan answered before taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand.

“I don’t know if you’re kidding or not,” Fenrys said.

That made Rowan laugh. “I’m being serious. She works at the aquarium, and Ivy fell in love with her the other day. I asked her if she did private functions and she said yes.”

“Private functions? That sounds shifty as hell,” Fenrys added.

Rowan thought for a moment, recalling how Aelin had stalled and the awkwardness had skyrocketed. It was nearly enough to make him flush with embarrassment again.

“Yeah, I realised my error in wording pretty quickly,” Rowan admitted.

“How much did she cost?”

That voice was female and accusatory, it made Fenrys grimace sympathetically before he left Rowan to deal with answering. He turned around, finding his ex-wife just behind him, glaring in the direction of the pool before her eyes darted back to him. Waiting.

Strained was an apt description to describe the relationship between him and Lyria. They had been high school sweethearts that decided to get married before they knew anything of the world. They’d stuck it out years longer than they should have, divorce had been up for discussion when they’d found out Lyria was pregnant. It hadn’t helped the already precarious relationship and by the time Ivy was two Rowan found himself a first year teacher and a single father with majority custody. He had been ready to fight for Ivy but it was an obvious choice considering the stability and flexibility of his job. Rowan was guaranteed a job with manageable hours, he’d have school breaks off, and with the money he made plus what he had from his family to back him, allocating him as primary carer was an easy choice. It just left him open to continual criticism over the choices he made about raising his daughter, especially when it came to money.

“It doesn’t matter,” Rowan said. “She’s made Ivy’s day, what’s more important than that?”

Lyria hummed her objection, her gaze darting over to their daughter again at a bright burst of laughter. “You need to stop throwing money at things just to make her happy. She’ll grow up with a skewed view of the world, not knowing what the real world is like.”

Rowan resisted rolling his eyes. They’d had this discussion before, and they’d have it again. She always accused him of spoiling their daughter in the worst way. And maybe he did, to an extent, but Rowan was also sensible to a fault as his friend’s like to point out.

“We figured it out, and so will she,” Rowan said. “Hopefully sooner than we did, hmm?”

He left Lyria to muse over that, not wanting to have this fight and potentially ruin the party. Rowan decided his time was better spent refilling the snack bowls and checking the cake hadn’t been damaged in the fridge. Once those menial tasks were done and his beer finished, Rowan wandered to the poolside again.

Aelin was in the water now, showing the kids how she swam from one end to the other with her tail. It wasn’t just the kids watching either, like at the aquarium she had the whole crowd entranced. Rowan took up a spot on the transparent fence waiting to see what Aelin might be up to next. She’d stopped swimming and sat on one of the pool steps, from her hips down in the water. Bubble bottles had been conjured from somewhere and all the kids sat in a row having a competition to see who could blow the biggest one. Aelin pursed her lips, bubble wand poised in her hands. He was again struck by how beautiful she was, and just as he had been that day at the aquarium Rowan found it hard to look away.

The makeup she wore still remained intact depite he time in the water, the gold shimmer around her eyes highlighting their unusual colour. What had him damn near entranced was her smile, it seemed to brighten her entire being. Rowan felt like he was getting dangerously close to leering—respectfully—when he was interrupted.

“Not, bad Ro. Not bad at all,” Fenrys said, his only reply was an eye roll. “You don’t have to dent it, mermaids are hot.”

“I didn’t know you had that much experience,” Rowan quipped back.

“I’ve been chatting to her friend. Did you know she’s a mermaid too?” Fenrys asked.

“I did not,” Rowan replied flatly.

“Well, she is. And just like your friend here, she’s smoking. You did me a solid favour,” Fenrys went on to say.

Rowan sent his friend a questioning look. “What does that mean?”

Fenrys backed away, shrugging his shoulders and giving Rowan a conspiratorial wink to an unknown conspiracy.

Ivy saved him from being made to suffer through more idiocy, her damp hand patting his forearm where it rested on the top of the fence. “Daddy, I need to ask you something.”

Rowan stepped back so that he could lean down a little closer. “What is it, love?”

“Um, can I… wait. No, can you—“

Ivy’s rambling had him confused but half a second later it was all made clear. A wave of water hit him, drenching his head and arms, the rest of him saved by the protection of the fence. Ivy was caught in it too, but she just cheered and laughed, trying to clap but the floaties on her arms stopped her hands from meeting fully. Rowan wiped the water from his face and saw Aelin swimming away, smiling and sending him a wink. Rowan let out a chuckle at the antics, grinning broadly at the uncontrollable giggles bubbling out of Ivy.

“We got him!” Ivy squealed and then launched herself back in the pool.

He saw on Aelin’s face the mirror of his own lurching gut as Ivy hit the water. She knew how to swim of course, he wasn’t stupid enough to throw her a pool party if she didn’t, but most confidently with assistance. The concern for her safety was hard to shake, and luckily Aelin was right there, arms out to keep the girl’s head well and truly above water.

Rowan had no idea how Aelin was able to do everything she did without sinking to the bottom of the pool. If he had his legs bound together he would not be doing so well. His shirt was clinging to him uncomfortably and decided to change. So he left his daughter to the mermaid, knowing that she was in safe hands. Or maybe that was fins.

~~~~~

Aelin hadn’t expected to have this much fun at a kids birthday party. It might have been because Ivy was just so stinking cute and enthralled by the whole mermaid thing that it was hard not to be infected by it as well. Or it might have been because the pay was just that good it was an immediate mood booster. Aelin had expected it to be the latter, when in fact it was the former.

She had been in the pool for a good two hours, playing around and telling stories. When the kids started to shiver the parents had dutifully begun to dry them off. With the afternoon sun fading behind the clouds it was hard to keep warm, and that included Aelin. Her tail offered no insulation and just made the situation worse. Even though the kids begged for more entertainment while drying off or returning to the poolside, Aelin could feel the goosebumps on her skin even when she tried to ignore them. Soon she would start shivering and she was sure her lips would start turning blue. There was a lull in the activity around her and Aelin looked around for Lysandra or at least Rowan, hoping to flag either one of them down to get some help getting out of the pool.

Neither was within Aelin’s sight, and a shudder went from head to hip, everything lower down completely immobile. She needed to get out of her tail, and fast. Looking around again Aelin spied Ivy talking to a woman sitting on one of the pool chairs. Her brown hair was wavy and her gentle face seemed to hang on every work Ivy said. If Aelin were to hazard a guess, she would say that woman was the girl’s mother.

“Ivy,” Aelin called, her voice catching because she was just that cold. “Hey, Ivy.”

That time Ivy heard her, quickly walking over because she had announced more than once that her father said there was no running around the pool. “Hi, Aelin.”

“Sweetie, I wonder if you could find your dad for me,” Aelin said.

“Yeah, I can.” The little girl was excited and easy to please.

But on the way past the woman stopped Ivy, catching her by the hand. “We should get you dried off for cake.”

Aelin nearly groaned, because that was enough to divert Ivy attention completely. Watching Ivy being led away Aelin started cursing her friend who had somehow entirely disappeared without a trace. She kept looking over the various adults milling around and moving into the semi alfresco dining area readying for cake. Never spotting Lysandra, Aelin eyed the cement around the pool and contemplated the damage to her skin and tail if she had to crawl her way back to the pool house. The children might just die from shock if she stripped off her tail here.

The chorus of ‘happy birthday’ sang out from the house and Aelin peered through the crowd to see Ivy beaming at her expertly mermaid themed decorated cake. This was now ridiculous. Lysandra knew the kid even less than Aelin did, if she was in there singing along and hoping for a slice of cake while she was freezing her tits off out here.

“Where is she?” Aelin muttered as she wrapped her arm around herself.

This silicone tail might be the death of her. All she could do was be resigned to her fate. Aelin zoned out, keeping her body distracted and warm as she could by flicking her tail through the water. The sound of the pool gate creaking had her looking over and found Rowan approaching, a plate in hand.

“I brought you some cake,” he said.

“Thanks,” Aelin replied, voice unsteady.

That was enough to stop Rowan in his tracks, and Aelin watched his eyes dart over her. “You’re blue.”

“It’s turquoise, actually,” Aelin said, pushing a lock of damp hair out of the way.

Rowan put the cake on one of the pool chairs. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried to send Ivy to you but she got distracted,” she nodded over at the cake. “By cake.”

Rowan just shook his head, motioning for her to get ready to be picked up. Aelin bent her knees the best she could now that her legs were stiff and cold, and let herself be scooped up. He carried her back to the pool house, Aelin holding on tight while there was some awkward manoeuvring around the door handle.

“Where’s best?” Her saviour asked.

Aelin couldn’t stop the whole body shiver. “Uhh, here. I just need to get this tail off.”

Rowan obliged, easing her down onto the couch. It was difficult and awkward but Aelin rolled to the side and started battling with her zipper. Her cold and numb fingers were completely useless, all they did was slip and fumble. When she swore viciously she heard Rowan halt in his exit.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Aelin gave up and flopped onto her stomach, she had never felt more like a fish in her whole career as a mermaid. “I can’t get out of my godsdamned tail.”

“Oh. Should I go see if I can find your friend?”

“No.” Aelin blurted out, quite loudly and on the wrong side of desperation. She was ready to start begging. “I need it off, now. Can you help me?”

~~~~~

Rowan just stood there, blinking down at the mermaid sprawled out on his couch. He could see goosebumps raised on her exposed skin, she was obviously freezing. The smartest option was to go and find her friend because he had never once in his life removed anything close to this tail. He didn’t know how, didn’t know where to begin.

“I feel like this isn’t a job for me,” Rowan said.

“I feel like a literal popsicle, and I’m not beyond begging right now,” Aelin said, and he swore that her teeth were chattering.

“If you insist,” Rowan said, leaning down and finding the top of the zipper.

It might have been the most impressive zipper he had ever seen, sturdy and strong, it had to be to hold the silicone together. Awkwardly unfortunate for him, it sat tight over her ass and it was hard not to touch it in the process. At least the materials were thick and Rowan told himself that was the firmness he was feeling. He tugged the tail down, but everything came to a rushing stop when he caught sight of what Aelin wore underneath. Peeking through the gap between the zipper sides near the top of her hips was a dark blue thong.

“Is it stuck?” Aelin asked with a glance over her shoulder.

Rowan felt his face flush, only deepening his embarrassment. “Ah, no.”

She laughed, maybe at him, maybe it was the situation. “I’m not shy.”

And by the gods did he believe that. Rowan ignored the flaming in his cheeks and the hint of a broad grin on Aelin’s face as she turned back around. “I’ll, uh… close my eyes then.”

Like he said he would, Rowan kept his eyes closed and let the zipper run its natural course. And then he didn’t know where else he was supposed to try and extract it.

“You have to pull at the hips and then work your way down, then do it all again until it comes all the way off,” she explained.

“Right,” Rowan said. That would be mighty hard to do with his eyes closed.

But Rowan gave it his best effort, fumbling between closed eyes and squinting. When there was a tug that gave way more than he was expecting on instinct his eyes opened, a hand flying out to stop himself from falling right on top of Aelin. His hand was lucky, his eyes not so much. He copped an eyeful.

Just as quickly he shut them, but the damage was done. He wouldn’t be forgetting that sight any time soon. Rowan went back to his task and in the end when she was free enough Aelin ended up kicking the tail off herself. Respectfully he kept his eyes down, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“There’s a shower you can use, it’ll get you warmed up,” he offered. “There’s clean towels and everything in there.”

“Thank you,” Aelin said.

Rowan left her to it, and even though she’d undoubtedly take a shower he was still concerned. Back inside the party had died down, mainly just family remaining, so he went to the kitchen and turned the kettle on. While that boiled he went upstairs and retrieved a hoodie. The day had started out fairly warm but without the sun the atmosphere had begun to chill. If she didn’t bring anything with her she’d just catch te cold again.

By the time he got back down to the kitchen the kettle was done and he filled a mug with water, along with grabbing a few selections of teas. No one noticed him leave and head back to the pool house. Most thankfully Ivy remained oblivious. She was better off not knowing Aelin was out there un-mermaidified and the magic be ruined at the end of such a perfect day.

Rowan knocked and heard a faint Come in. Aelin was sitting on the couch, dressed in leggings and a loose shirt. She was drying her hair with a towel, looking much better than she had a few minutes before.

“I brought you some tea,” Rowan said, gesturing to the mug. “And a jumper if you needed it.”

“Thank you.” Aelin took both and slipped the hoodie right over her head. The hood caught on her head and the rest of the fabric drowned her. But she at least looked warm and content.

Rowan offered the teabags and Aelin took a few moments to decide. She picked and dropped the bag into the awaiting water.

“You did a great job today,” Rowan offered. “Although you didn’t have to go as one as you did.”

Aelin picked up the string and bobbed the tea bag up and down. “How could I not? Ivy was having such a good time.”

“Still, it wasn’t something to risk your health over.”

“Not the worst situation I’ve been in,’ Aelin said, taking a sip of her tea and sighed.

The door opened suddenly and for one sickening moment Rwan thought Ivy might have tracked him down. But instead it was Lysandra, turning up from who knew where to finally help out her friend.

“Where have you been?” Aelin demanded, putting down her tea.

Lysandra gave a noncommittal twist of her shoulders. “Here and there.”

“I nearly died,” Aelin said drastically.

Lysandra actually shot Rowan before looking back at Aelin. “I am sure that’s not what happened.”

“You know what?” Rowan said, cutting through the building tension. “Why don’t I keep an eye out and you guys can head off?”

“Great idea,” Aelin said, putting her mug on the low table and pointing a damning finger at her friend. “If you think you’re getting a cut of the money you’re severely mistaken. You did nothing for me today.”

Lysandra actually laughed at her friend’s theatrics and Rowan decided this would be the best time to leave. He went and stood by the corner of the pool fence where he had a good view of anyone who might be coming outside. It wasn’t long before Aelin and Lysandra left the pool house, a hissed conversation passing between them as they headed for the side gate. Just before disappearing around the side of the house aelin stopped, giving him a broad smile and a wave. Waving back, he had to admit that he was sorry they hadn;t had more time to chat.

As Rowan watched her disappear from sight he was disappointed that he didn’t have another excuse to see Aelin again. Maybe he would have to take another trip to the aquarium just to see what might happen next if he by pure chance she was there too.

~~~~~

I’m currently in a quirky hotel room and posting from my iPad so I’m not even going to attempt the disaster that is tagging at the moment.

#To the very excited anon #Work was way busier than I expected today #But here it is!

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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part Eleven

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: cyber bullying, threats

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Friday

From the start, Friday was horrible. You woke up hungover, the wine from last night mixed with minimal amount you ate due to Lance’s distraction, was a bad combination.

Replaying the night over and over in your mind just made everything worse. Lance’s reaction, your ruined dress, having to leave the event early, blowing off one of the only other drivers you knew, and the overly aggressive fans and paparazzi.

SHIT. The fans and paparazzi.

All thoughts of your hangover left your mind, tumbling out of bed to find your phone. Opening your Instagram and praying you would luck out failed you. Sure enough you had been tagged in dozens of photos from last night.

Photos of you and Lando leaving the hotel, of the two of you arriving at the venue, of you walking in, of him smiling at you, etc. The comments were brutal, ripping apart your appearance, commenting on your dress, how he deserves better, etc.

It wasn’t until you opened your messages that you realized how much worse it could get. Hundreds of dms stared back at you, filled with vile things. Talking about how you’re a gold digger, threats, truly saying the absolute worse things they could come up with. You wanted to stop, to ignore the things people said, but you couldn’t look away.

A call came through from Y/N Best Friend. Declining it you continued reading. And then another came through, declining it again the cycle repeated. Over and over declining calls from Y/N Best Friend until she finally stopped.

It took only a few minutes before you heard the pounding on your hotel door.

“Y/N let me in!”

Trying to ignore her, you curled in on yourself.

“Y/N if you don’t let me in I’m going to break down this fucking door!”

The banging continued, and inescapable noise reminding you of the hangover. As the door handle started to giggle, you rose from the bed and answered the door.

“What?” You asked, trying to steady your voice.

“Babe are you okay? I saw the comments on your Instagram posts. Those were so uncalled for. How are you doing?” She asked.

“Fine. I don’t know. It is what it is. I should have known better I guess.” You replied.

“How can I help?” She asked.

“Can you just give me some time to myself? Im hungover as fuck and I just want to go back to bed.”

She left you with the promise that she would call and check on you later, threatening that she would show back up at your door if you ignored her.

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Free practice had gone okay. Lance was happy with car, and the engineers were excited for tomorrow’s qualifying. But his mind kept replaying last night. How she had yelled at him, how he had reacted to seeing her with Norris, what happened during dinner, etc.

He regretted letting her walk away last night, but the last thing he had expected was for her to yell at him like that. He owed her an apology, having overstepped massively last night. Walking through the paddock he made his way to the Alpine energy station. Y/N Best Friend sat outside alone, scrolling through her phone while she ate lunch.

“Hey Y/N Best Friend, where is Y/N at?”

She gave him a funny look.

“She’s at the hotel. Why?”

Unsure of how to explain himself to the girl sitting in front of him, he opted to give her a small nod and turn to head back to the Aston Martin energy station.

Last race she had come to every day, media, free practice, qualifying, and the race. It didn’t sit well with him that she had missed yesterday and today’s events.

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Saturday

Y/N Best Friend had shown up at your door early Saturday morning, refusing to let you skip the days events. She had no idea about what had happened with Lance, and wouldn’t understand if you tried to explain. Putting on a fake smile, you joked with her as you got around for the day, focusing on the fact that you would get to spend time with her.

The day passed by in relative normalcy. Fans had taken photos when the three of you arrived at the track that morning, but you had been able to continue on through security. Lando had made small talk with you on his way to the Mclaren garage, asking if you were feeling better after Thursday night.

You gave Carlos a small wave as you passed by him and the Ferrari garage after Q1. The Spaniard pulled you aside, giving you a friendly hug and making small talk. You did your best to keep the fake smile on your face, ready to return to the hotel room. Carlos paused mid discussion, staring at you for a moment.

“Are you okay Y/N?” He asked, concern filling his voice.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all.”

His facial expression made it clear that he didn’t believe you. Pulling you in for another hug, he stated:

“I know we’re not friends or anything, but if you need anything let me or Lando know okay?”

You gave him a small smile, wishing him luck in Q2 before returning to the Alpine garage.

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On the way back to the hotel you decided to brave social media again, and just like that the weekend got even worse. Your tagged photo notifications piled in as soon as you opene the Instagram app, but it was no longer just photos from Thursday night with Lando. A series of pictures of you and Carlos from earlier that day stared back at you, photos of your two hugs and him whispering into your ear. They definitely looked flirty, and the speculation from the various captions alluded to as much.

As you scrolled through more of them, it got worse. Looking back at you was a grainy photo of you and Lance from Thursday night. The photo showed him with his hand on your waist, huddled in the corner of the dinning room before dinner that night.

Multiple collages from the weekend contained the photo compared to Lando and Carlos. The previous dating rumors had suddenly turned to discussions of you cheating. You weren’t sure how what was an exciting weekend had suddenly turned so miserable.

You needed to get your mind off of everything. And while there were definitely better ways to do it, the idea of getting drunk and watching sappy movies sounded the most enjoyable way to spend the night.

Pulling on a hoodie and sweats, you tightened the strings from your hood and made your way out of the hotel’s back exit and to a nearby market. Bottle of wine in one hand and your purse in the other, you made the short walk back to the hotel. Reaching the side door you pulled, but the door remained closed. The door was a one way exit, letting you escape the hotel but not sneak back in. You turned, making your way to the main entrance.

Unsurprisingly the sidewalk was crowded with fans and paparazzi alike. Hanging your head down you pushed through the crowd to make your way to the entrance. The crowd was tightly packed, pushing you around as you fought through it. Your hood fell down, revealing your face. Within an instant the crowd noticed. Cameras turned and voices rang out as you clutched the bottle and tried to push through.

“Is that Y/N?”

“It’s Y/N!”

“Are you dating Lando?”

“I can’t believe you cheated on him with Carlos!”

“Whore!”

“Slut!”

The crowd of fans turned angry quickly. Hands reached out for you, pushing and pulling you. You felt a hang grip your hair, yanking your head backwards. Stumbling, you dropped the bottle of wine. Pushing to get through to the doors you felt someone kick you, another person grabbing at your arm. Elbows hit your sides, fans rushing at you from all sides. As you neared the front of the crowd, one of the security guards at the hotels door pulled you over the barriers and usher you into the hotel lobby.

Tears streamed down your face as you ran to the elevator, thanking your lucky stars that the doors opened as soon as you hit the button. Making it back to your room, you collapsed on the hotel room floor. Shaking and sobbing you pulled out your phone, thankful that you had managed to kept your grip on it.

Opening your airline app, you scrolled through flights, finding the soonest departure back to the Barcelona airport. You charged it to your card, ignoring the price as a concern for another day. Haphazardly throwing your clothes and toiletries back into your bag you called an Uber to the side door, escaping into it and making you way to the airport.

As you settled into you seat on the late night flight, you opened every social media app you had and deleted your accounts. And as the announcement came to power off your electronics, you thumbed through your contacts, blocking Lance, Lando, and Carlos, before deleting their numbers, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could go back to life before Spa.

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A/N:

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next part of the omegaverse au 🤍🤍 link to previous part. everything will be up on AO3 as well, so keep an eye out for that😌😌 @winterspiderpurrs

A month has passed, and Tony has not gotten better. He hasn’t gotten worse either, which Peter sees as a bonus.

The Alpha is still overly aggressive due to his high testosterone levels, and the doctors they have been consulting do not have any straights answers. The only thing they can offer is that Tony takes some pills, in the hopes of it slowing the testosterone production and thus helping Tony’s overall health.

But, Tony has not been consistent when it comes to taking the pills. And since they are dealing with hormones, it will be weeks or months before the medication will work properly. It is hard to stay focused and motivated to take them.

Besides, the Alpha is too busy tending to his Omega and his family.

Peter has been scheduled for surgery to have his ovarian tubes tied, which will leave him sterile. It will be done laprascopically, so he will only get a few small scars on his belly. The recovery time is drastically shorter than if he were to have his entire uterus removed.

Peter is happy with his choice. Tony and Peter are more than ready to settle for the three kids they have. Besides, Peter’s body could not handle another pregnancy. Nor does it seem like Tony can handle the extra pressure of another child.

Tony takes time off from work for Peter’s surgery, and for the week after. Ben and Harley do not have classes on Peter’s surgery day, and they both said they wanted to come with to support their dad. The boys also promise to visit often to help out, but they do have some classes they cannot miss later in the week. Morgan will be staying with Pepper and Happy again, at least for a few days.

Everything is settled and ready, and Peter, Tony and the two boys head to the hospital.

The Omega gets checked in and soon enough he has his own room to wait in. Tony helps him get changed into the gown.

“You nervous?” Peter asks his Alpha.

Harley and Ben went to get some snacks, so they have a moment to themselves.

“No. I mean, yes, but you’re the one going under the knife. Aren’t you nervous?”

“No, not really. It’s just a few snips, they said. And I’m excited to have one less thing to worry about, you know?”

“Yeah.” Tony sighs, leaning down to smell at Peter’s neck. The Omega leans into the touch and rubs at his Alpha’s neck. “I just want this over. So we can be okay.”

“We will be okay. We’ll get you fixed too.”

Peter feels Tony stiffen and pull away. But, before he can ask about it, the boys return with snacks. And a short moment later, a nurse arrives saying she will take Peter to get prepped.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait here, so say your goodbyes. Just for now.” The nurse smiles gently.

Tony, Ben and Harley all kiss and hug Peter.

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry!” Peter smiles brightly.

Harley, Ben and Tony remain behind, watching as Peter is wheeled out on his bed and away from them. Ben gives his younger brother a pat on the back, then looks over at their father.

“Papa, he will be okay. Yeah?” Ben says.

But, Tony’s not listening. The blood rushing in his ears is too loud.

#omegaverse au #my fics #baby purrs #starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #peter parker

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Of all the things he'd imagined doing over the weekend, being drug around the pound by an overly excited Maxine hadn’t been high on his list.

Sure, he'd told her his therapist had advised getting himself a dog, but he hadn’t expected that to translate into "We're going dog shopping right now." He supposes he should have seen it coming, but he was always kind of out of it after therapy.

The lady at the counter had given him the stink eye at first, but relented when Max had bopped up to her instead. Not that his sister had any better manners than he did (worse, he'd argue), but she was small and she was excited and it was hard to say no to those big green eyes.

Which was how he ended up being pulled around to every kennel at the shelter.

In truth, Billy had hardly been paying attention. He figured whatever dog they'd land on would be fine. He'd never had a dog but how different could it be from having a sister?

It wasn't until they passed a seemingly empty kennel that his attention was snagged.

"The card on the door says there's a dog in here." Max gestured to said card, containing a little information on the supposed dog, "Daisy, five years old, red nosed pitbull, recent rescue. Huh."

Billy peeked around her, first at the card, then at the seemingly empty kennel before a though occurred to him.

He dropped down into a crouch, a little too quickly for his knees, and checked under the little doggy cot set up in there. Sure enough, there was a little ball of short fur tucked away in the very corner.

She was almost as red as Max's hair, though there were patches missing. Billy had had more than enough cigarette burns to recognize them on sight. It made his stomach turn, the idea of someone using an animal as a punching bag like that.

"Daisy?" He called, keeping his voice as soft as he could, with limited success. Gentle was still new to him.

To his surprise, a head perked up. Just a little bit, just two floppy ears twitching towards the sound of her name. Both ears were notched, and one didn't sit at the same angle as the other one.

"Hey there, Daisy." He spoke again, "You picked the best hiding spot in the house."

The only one really, one Billy himself had tried a time or two before he realized hiding only made things worse.

To his surprise her tail thumped against the ground in an aborted wag. Like she was happy to be spoke to, but so nervous at the same time. He knew that feeling all too well too.

He sat himself down on the floor since crouching was making his legs go numb, making sure he did it slowly so as not to spook Daisy.

"It looks kinda small for you though." He continued, "But I guess that's kind of nice sometimes too."

Billy loved small spaces. No one ever expected him to be able to fit into them, so no one ever looked for him there. Plus the tightness almost felt like a hug. There had been plenty of times he slipped himself into a crawl space or an overfilled closet and just let himself daydream he was somewhere else.

Daisy's tail thumped again, twice this time, and Billy found himself smiling a little.

"Well," Max said, just as quietly as Billy was, "I think we found the right fit."

#stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #tw: implied child abuse #tw: animal injury #tw: animal abuse #i might write more on this i just love the idea

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blue-slxt · 10 months

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Two Can Play - Chapter 4

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Here comes the pain lol. No seriously though, I get emotional reading this chapter all the time. Maybe I'm just a softy, but it just gets to me. Inspired by Search & Rescue by @pandorxxx check her out! All characters are aged up.

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Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Creampie, Panic Attacks, Alcohol, Angst, Mentions of Death, I think that's all

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You finally decide to drop the L word.

The light of the sun arouses you from your sleep. You bury your face into the material of your hammock hoping to drift back into your sweet dreams, but it’s useless. There’s an unfamiliar weight sitting on your waist and a warmth on your back. It’s almost comforting enough to carry you back to sleep. You finally open your eyes and turn your head to see the blissfully unaware Lo’ak sleeping soundly behind you and his arm holding you in place. You turn yourself over carefully so that you don’t wake him just yet. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Nothing like his mischievous, overly confident attitude he typically wears. He looks so sweet.

How long had it been since you actually slept in the comforting embrace of another person?

You catch yourself analyzing the features of his face. Up close, it’s easier to see the slightly human-like features he has. It makes him unique. It makes him beautiful. Truly one-of-a-kind. Your fingers ghost over his face to lightly trace over the patterns his freckles make while you commit them to memory. This is dangerous. The swell of your heart is setting off every internal emergency alarm you have in your head. This is not how you do things. You do not open up. You do not fall for your hookups. But when Lo’ak’s eyes slowly flutter open to look at you and his half-awake, husky voice calls out a quiet “Good morning, sevin”, Eywa, he might as well have just set you ablaze. Even then, literal flames would pale in comparison to the heat that radiates through your body right now.

“Good morning, Lo’ak” you whisper to him before pecking his nose. “It is time to wake up.”

Lo’ak groans and buries his face to hide in your chest, “But then that means I have to move. I’d rather stay here.”

Your hand strokes the top of his head, “I know, but we have responsibilities. I have chores and you have training.”

You reluctantly remove yourself from his hold and make your way across your tent to start slicing a piece of fruit. “You want a piece?”

Lo’ak finally pushes himself up from the hammock and comes to join you for your small, simple breakfast.

When you’re finished, you both straighten out your clothes and hair before leaving. Before you go your separate ways for the day, Lo’ak grabs you by your waist and asks, “So, will I see you later?” His voice is trying to play it off like a suggestive joke, but you can see the neediness in his eyes. It makes this fluttery feeling erupt in your stomach.

“Of course”, you wink up at him. You quickly peck him on the lips and wiggle free from his hold, “See you later.”

He turns around to leave in the direction he needs to go for his training. You watch him leave for a second before continuing in your own direction. When you do turn around, you see none other than Ako watching you with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Shit. Caught in the act.

“Ummm what was that?” A playful smile plays on her lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you play dumb and walk past her.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe just you and Lo’ak openly locking lips?” she chases after you trying to keep up with your pace.

“I don’t know. I mean we’re kinda together now, I think. I mean he stayed the night and –”

“You let him stay the night with you? Oh, Great Mother, you’re actually falling for him aren’t you?” her face is lighting up with excitement.

“I don’t know. I mean maybe…just a little…” trying to fight the smile coming through your face is futile.

“Plus…” she gets a little closer to you and inhales deeply, “you smell different….”

Your face flushes when you lift your wrist to your nose and you’re hit with remnants of Lo’ak seared into your skin.

“You let him scent you! Oh, this is serious! You’ve never let anyone do that before! Give me all the details. I want to hear everything about everything!”

“Well, I don’t think I can tell you everything…you know?” you raise your eyebrows at her trying to imply what you mean.

Ako’s eyes almost jump out of her head at the realization, “You mean you and him!? You finally—”

“Shhh, keep your voice down!” It wasn’t that you wanted to keep your relationship with Lo’ak a secret. If anything, you wanted to shout about it from the top of the Hallelujah Mountains. But you didn’t feel like everybody needed to know all the intimate details.

“Well, now you’ve really gotta fill me in. I’m invested!” Ako leans in towards you hanging on your every word. Her enthusiasm is amusing.

“I’ll tell you as much as I can, but can we forage while we talk?”

“Deal!”

…

Admittedly, you and Ako spend more time talking than actually gathering fruit. You relay as much as you can to her without getting into all the gritty details. That wasn’t really like you. Normally, there are no boundaries when it comes to you and Ako. You would never hesitate to spill all the information about who you were with. But this one felt different. It felt more personal and intimate and you wanted to keep that as something between just you and Lo’ak. You wanted to treasure your experience. And Ako, being the amazing friend that she is, doesn’t prod you for any more info than you’re comfortable giving.

“So, the bet is off then, right?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’d say so. His exact words were ‘fuck the bet’ so I’m not really sure what else that could mean.” You were grateful that the wager was over. Even though you went into it with the utmost confidence in your victory, Lo’ak quickly proved himself to be a tough nut to crack.

When it’s time for dinner, you and Ako share the latest gossip while you wait for Lo’ak to show up. Big arms fold themselves around your waist from behind and a face nuzzles into the back of your neck, “I missed you”. As usual, you don’t need to turn around to see who it is. “I missed you too”, one of your hands rests on top of his sitting on your waist. Ako fake gags at your sickeningly sweet display poking fun at you both. Regardless, you all sit together and laugh as Lo’ak insists that you sit nowhere else, but his lap. He is relentless and you give in. He seemed to have that kind of effect on you.

Somehow, something about him made it damn near impossible for you to deny him now. You couldn’t quite place it, but something about him was irresistible to you now. He truly was like a drug to you in every way.

Sitting in his lap and feeling the gentle up and down motion of his chest as he breathes is soothing. It’s calming. What’s really making it hard to focus is feeling his half-hard bulge under your ass. It makes your mouth salivate, but you swallow it down and push away the dirty thoughts creeping in your head. But when Lo’ak reaches forward to grab a piece of meat and his lips just graze your sweet spot below your ear, you’re almost trembling from your own self-restraint. One look at his smug smirk only confirms that he’s doing this on purpose. You’ve never been the type to get easily flustered, but Lo’ak somehow knew what buttons to push to turn you into a blushing, stuttering fool. It was equally embarrassing and impressive.

At the end of dinner, Lo’ak walks you home again and he holds your hand the whole way. It earns you some nasty glares from some of your past hookups no doubt feeling a huge pang of jealousy and from girls that still had their heart set on being with him. But you’re so caught up in your own joy, how could you bring yourself to care?

When you reach your tent, you hold Lo’ak’s hand a little bit tighter, “Did you wanna…stay the night again?”

He pulls you closer by your hand, “Do you want me to?”

Your eyes fall to the ground as you weakly nod your head. He chuckles lightly to himself, “You are adorable” and he kisses your forehead before leading you into the tent.

For the next month, you and Lo’ak continue to let your relationship bloom into something more serious. Most nights, he stayed the night with you in your tent. On occasion, you two would visit the pond again when one of you had a particularly stressful day and needed to blow off some steam. And Lo’ak is like a true gentleman which is the last thing you expected. He often offers to help you with tasks no matter how menial, just to spend more time with you. He also would gift you flowers that he’d randomly find out in the forest. Or he’d let you pick extra food from his plate at meals. And he was very touchy. Lo’ak is very much into PDA which makes you feel a little flustered from time to time, but ultimately, you enjoyed having someone love on you so openly. He would hold your hand, wrap his tail around your leg, kiss your temple, and nuzzle his face into your neck unafraid of what anybody else thought about it. It was sweet. Lo’ak turned out to be much more of a softy than you expected.

Not to mention, the sex was mind blowing. No matter how many times you guys did it, it was still as good as the first time. You never got tired of the way he filled your pussy perfectly as if your walls were specifically sculpted to accommodate his length and girth and curve. Most nights, you two just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. And Lo’ak always looked at you full of love and adoration. He worshiped your body every single time, even on the nights that he was rougher with you. He never stopped telling you how perfect he thought you were and how good you felt and how he could never want anything else. He sang you words of praise along with every orgasm that rushed through you. It was like a dream.

But your connection grew beyond the physicality of it all. Lo’ak took the time to try and get to know you as a person and you let him. You opened up to him about the passing of your parents in a hunting accident and your panic attacks and your deepest kept secrets and fears. He probably knew you the most out of anyone by now even though it’s been such a short amount of time. And vice versa. He would tell you about his insecurities when it came to being compared to his older brother and the nasty things people would say about him being ‘half-breed’ because of his extra finger. People could be so cruel. If you were being perfectly honest, half of the time, you forgot he even had an extra finger. It never bothered you in the slightest. As far as you were concerned, it was just that much more of him to love. And you were starting to feel like you did love him. Neither of you have said it yet, though. You want to wait for the right time, but when is the right time? You deliberately prevented yourself from letting it slip while you were having sex because you didn’t want him to think you were only saying it because you were getting caught up in the heat of the moment. But you also wanted the moment to be something special and intimate. The timing just always felt off.

And then it hits you. There’s a festival coming up in a couple of days. It’s only for the young people at mating age. It’s sort of a mixer for people to get to know each other and scope out potential mates ahead of the approaching fertility season. It’s not exclusively for unmated people, though. People that are already mated can attend too. That night can be your opportunity.

Lo’ak has a day off from training today and instead of taking the day to rest, he elects to come with you and Ako to gather flowers for the festival. The petals will be scattered around the area to help provide a more romantic atmosphere.

It feels like your excitement will eat you alive thinking about finally spilling your feelings to Lo’ak. Across the way, he smiles watching you get lost in the rich colors of the petals in your hand. The serene far-away look in your eyes warms his heart. And the small upwards tug at the corners of your lips, your perfectly full and soft lips, he can’t help the way his tail swishes behind him. Only one word comes to mind to perfectly sum up how you look to him in this moment, “Gorgeous”. It was barely a whisper, but Ako catches it behind him.

“I can feel my teeth rotting from how sweet your love is” she muses at him.

His face flushes a deep color at the mention of the word ‘love’. He tries to stutter out a retort, but to no avail. At the same time, you walk back over to him with a hand full of fresh flowers to drop in the basket he’s holding, “Look at how beautiful these ones are, Lo’ak!” He freezes in the face of your enthusiasm still blushing. Your head cocks to the side looking at him curiously, “What’s got you all nervous?” He’s still struggling to put coherent words together and it just makes you giggle. You scrunch your nose at him, “skxawng” you tease before turning to go pick more flowers.

…

“Ahh….Haah Lo’ak!...S-shit, I’m close!” you call out while your hips rock back and forth on top of Lo’ak. His hands hold your hips with bruising force guiding your movements while you grind on him. His eyes are closed tight, but he forces them open to watch you lose yourself on him.

“Yeah, keep moving just like that. Fuck I’m fill you up so good.” From this angle, every push from his hips presses his tip into your sweet spot perfectly. It drives you to fall into your orgasm with eye-rolling pleasure. And the clenching and unclenching of your walls coaxes Lo’ak’s own release out of him and deep inside of you. Your legs shake riding out your high until they give out and you fall forward on top of him.

Your head still feels so light and dizzy that you don’t even care about the layer of sweat on both of your bodies sticking you together. Over the last month that you two have been together, his stamina has improved drastically. But there are still nights when you would absolutely ruin him and render him down to a whimpering, writhing mess and it’s one of your favorite things.

“You know we should be getting ready. The festival is going to be starting soon.” He says next to your ear. You take a few deep breaths still steadying your thundering heart. You hum out a small ‘mhm’ not really wanting to move yet. “You gonna be okay with my cum running down your legs all night?” his tone is light and playful and it makes you laugh.

“Well, at least it will let all the other guys know that I’m not available.”

“You’re damn right” he throws his arms around you and squeezes you tight. “But we do need to get dressed, sevin.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh and roll your eyes, “fine”. You begrudgingly pull yourself from his embrace and lift your hips from his. Sure enough, his cum starts racing down your thighs. You quickly find a spare cloth to wipe yourself down with before looking through your clothing options for the night.

“What do you think? Feathers or beads?” you hold up two tops for Lo’ak to choose between for you.

“I like the beads. The colors go well with your eyes” he’s casual when he says it, but it’s still enough to make you want to blush. You tie the top on while Lo’ak rummages around his own clothes looking for something to wear. You’re not sure exactly when it happened, but out of nowhere, more of his stuff would find a spot in your home. It’s not like you minded it though since he practically lived with you at this point. And his stuff was a nice reminder of him for the nights that he didn’t sleep over. In truth, it made you that much more excited to tell him that you love him tonight.

You finish pulling on your outfit and accessories and turn around to face Lo’ak, “Alright, how do I look?”

“Stunning” is the only word he gives you, but it says everything.

Your fingers start to fidget with each other and Lo’ak grabs one of your hands to kiss your knuckles, “Let’s get going.”

…

The atmosphere is definitely romantic. There are flower petals littered all around the ground and the scent they give off heightens your awareness of other people’s pheromones. Torches dimly light the area giving off an intimate aura. There’s lots of fruit and alcohol and loud music.

You stand with Ako near the food while you watch Lo’ak talking to a couple of his warrior friends. Every now and then, he gestures over to you while talking to them and you would offer him a small wave when you’d catch his gaze.

“I think I’m gonna do it tonight, Ako” you’re clutching the cup of alcohol in your hand that you’ve been sipping on hoping it will give you the last little bit of courage you need.

“Gonna do what?”

“I’m going to tell Lo’ak that I l-love him…” your words trail off feeling very shy at saying it out loud for the first time.

The smile on Ako’s face could split her face in half with how big it stretches. She squeals and jumps up and down in front of you clearly overjoyed for you.

“Calm down, you’re gonna spill your drink” you say as you hold her shoulders to keep her in place.

“So when are you going to do it? Are you going to do it right now?”

“I’m going to wait until they play a slow song. I’ll ask him to dance and then, that’s when I’ll do it. That feels right, right?” your nerves are totally shot so you take another swig of your drink.

“Awww I think that sounds perfect. You guys are so good together. I can’t remember the last time you’ve been so consistently happy.” It’s true. Ako has seen you at so many different stages of your life. She knew you before all of your conquests and she’s seen you grow and change into a completely different person. And now you have a similar glint of hope in your eye again like before.

At the same time, while you’re distracted talking to Ako, another girl approaches Lo’ak. A girl named Fea comes running over to Lo’ak out of breath and seemingly almost panicked. “Lo’ak, I need your help. My friend, she fell in the woods, I think she hurt her ankle and now she can’t walk and I can’t carry her. Can you come help?”

Lo’ak looks back over at you for a moment and you’re still engrossed in your conversation with Ako. ‘This probably won’t take too long’ he figures. “Alright, show me where.” He hands his drink to one of his buddies before letting Fea lead him to where her friend was hurt.

Your ears perk up at the tempo change of the music. It’s a slow song. This was it. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for. You hand your drink off to Ako, but when you turn around to find Lo’ak, he’s not there anymore. Your eyes inspect the crowd of people around you trying to find him, but he’s nowhere to be seen. That’s weird. Where could he have gone?

Now you feel anxiety pooling in your gut. What if something happened to him? What if he drank too much and wandered off somewhere? Is he lost? Is he hurt? Your worry draws you into the woods in search of your love.

Meanwhile, once they had wandered a little ways away from the festival, Fea turns and corners Lo’ak against a tree. “What are you doing?” his eyes narrow at her genuinely confused at what was happening.

“Lo’ak, I miss you. We had something so good. When are you going to stop playing house with that slut and come back where you belong?” she presses herself closer to Lo’ak until her face is only inches from his. He tries to pull his head back, but there’s almost nowhere he can actually go. Not to mention, the alcohol has his head feeling dizzy and unorganized.

“Fea, I already told you, we’re done. There’s nothing between us anymore.” He says sternly.

“Oh, come on, Lo’ak. Just let me make you feel good. I still remember how you like it” her hand shoots down to hold his dick through his loincloth and she crashes her lips to his. She starts stroking him at a quick pace and her lips muffle his words of protest.

He finally finds the strength in his arms to push Fea off of him. But it’s too late.

“Lo’ak?” your voice was little more than a whisper, but Lo’ak heard you loud and clear. His head whips around to see you standing in the tall grass behind them clearly witnessing whatever just happened. Now, the panic sets in on Lo’ak’s face. “No no no, this is not what it looks like.”

It feels like all the air has been stolen from your lungs. You don’t even feel the tears fill your eyes because they’re just rushing straight down your face already. Words. Words. Find some words! But you can’t. There are no words that could do justice to the feeling that’s gripping your chest right now.

“Listen, I can explain, okay? I swear—” Lo’ak moves towards you, but you take a step back away from him. There truly are no words. So, you say nothing and just turn and run instead. “Wait!” he calls out after your retreating figure, but it only serves in making you pick up your pace.

“Well, that was easy” Fea pipes up from where she was still standing.

Lo’ak is seething looking at her, “Hear me right now, I want nothing to do with you. Ever.”

“But Lo—”

“Ever.”

She rolls her eyes before huffing off back to the festival.

“Shit.” Lo’ak whispers to himself before finally taking off after you.

Your feet carry you back home faster than ever before. What a fool. What a fool you’ve been. How could you have possibly allowed yourself to end up in this position? How stupid. You broke your own rules and now you were paying the price for it.

You break through the entrance of your home and fall to your knees, chest heaving from running and sobbing. Looking around, his belongings are scattered everywhere and where they once brought you a sense of comfort, now they only brought you disgust. And his scent that still lingered in your skin was now repulsive. You wanted to just crawl right out of your skin to escape it. It had to go. You needed all of his stuff out of your home, right now. Your body moves on pure instinct throwing all his belongings out of your tent. You couldn’t care less about all his stuff now as it flies out of your entrance.

Before long, Lo’ak comes bursting into your tent dodging the storm of items being flung his way. “Listen, I can explain!” he says between trying to catch his breath.

Your body stiffens and now suddenly instead of being lost for words, it feels like tidal waves of fury push a never-ending stream of words out of you.

“I TRUSTED YOU!” You scream at him. Your tone makes his ears press to his head.

“I-I trusted you….” Your voice cracks and your lip quivers.

Lo’ak’s face and body droop at the sound of your sobs. “Sevin, listen to me—” he makes another attempt to move towards you.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” you back away from him again.

“You know what, well played, Lo’ak. You win. I have to admit, you really had me going. ‘Fuck the bet’? I mean that was a good touch.” Your words are laced with sarcasm and bitterness. “Sevin—”

“Don’t fucking call me that. Don’t you dare. You win alright? I lost the bet because I fucking fell for you and your bullshit! Y-you…you actually got me to l-love you…” sobs break your train of thought and you can feel yourself about to start hyperventilating. And now the tears are steadily streaming down his face too.

“Just…just please go…please” you quietly plead with him. It’s physically painful to be in his presence right now.

“But I—”

“GET OUT!” you hiss at him. The panic is creeping in and you don’t want him here when it fully consumes you.

Lo’ak reluctantly turns to step out of your tent and gather his discarded items. He looks back at you one last time before he heads to his family’s tent.

Once he’s out of sight, you let the weight of your grief drop you to the floor. Shaking hands cover your face while you wail your heart out. And no one was coming for you this time.

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JUST THIS ONCE | JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

･ﾟ:* synopsis: you're lucky you got cold, and you're luckier there's someone there to warm you.

･ﾟ:* cw: smut, oral (m receiving), pet names, and vaginal sex, lmk what I missed.

･ﾟ:* wc: 2.5k

NOT PROOF READ

MINORS DNI

You wouldn't say you were the biggest fan of Soap. You had nothing against him whatsoever, but he was a real big pain in your ass whether he knows it or not.

He seemed to have gained this obnoxiously obvious liking to you and his ass thought he was covering it up pretty well.

It was rare to get through a day without receiving some sort of compliment from the man -- which wasn't necicarilly a bad thing. But the guy was awful at talking to girls.

Every now and then during the day he would throw in some overly flirtatious comment that just left you and Gaz looking at each other, trying not to laugh and embarrass the man.

You usually just muttered a "thanks mate" before Gaz chuckled and patted the guy on his back, trying to show him some sort of sympathy that he didn't even know he needed.

And of course, you don't want to make him feel bad, but sometimes you couldn't help but let out a little laugh from his comments.

To be fair, you had to respect the man. He had more confidence than you ever could in talking to someone you liked and there was no doubt about it.

There were plenty of times when you flirted back. I mean, you didn't always mean it, but why not boost his ego a little.

He'd say something small like, "don't you look nice today darlin'" And you would just wink at him and say "just for you" or "all yours" just to get a rise out of him.

You were starting to get a little too excited when it came to teasing the boy. You didn't purposely try to make him think you were serious, but he wouldn't know that.

It was times like these that became unbearable.

The task force was on a mission and the group had split up again. Unfortunately for you, you were stuck with Johnny.

It was cold, it seemed like it was snowing one minute and raining the next. Fortunately, the coms were still working, but unfortunately, the captain had asked you guys to camp out for the night, and that everyone would regroup at sunrise.

You huffed as you found yourselves in some busted-up house in some city that had become a ghost town from all the soldiers running through, scaring everyone off.

The two of you walked in the small home looking around as as there were chairs thrown sideways, and home decor knocked over.

After a quick check to make sure no one was in the home you decided it was the best place you were gonna get for the night.

"So, this is it 'eh" Soap hummed, looking around still.

You nodded, feeling disappointed that the mission wasn't moving as planned. "Yeah, guess so"

"Well, home sweet home I suppose" Soap muttered. You watched as he found himself a spot on a couch, taking off his vest and throwing his gear to the side.

All you did was watch him, somewhat annoyed that he isn't as bothered by the situation as you were. "What's wrong sweetheart? eh? Thought you liked hangin' out wit me, no?"

You rolled your eyes, chuckling a little. "I'm just surprised you seem so fine with this is all"

"Who said I'm fine with it? I mean I'd definitely rather get this mission over with so we could all go home, but if I'm gonna be stranded here for the night at least it's with you"

"You're rediculous Johnny, ya know that yeah?" You laughed again

You keep telling yourself you were fed up with his little jokes but clearly, you weren't. Especially now that you were finding yourself sitting on the opposite side of the couch along with him.

"You know, Gaz was tellin me you liked me, 's that true?" Soap questioned.

Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, "Gaz tells you a lot of things you like to hear Johnny boy"

"So he lied, huh? Because it seems to me that you've been awfully cheeky yourself, no?"

"You can tell yourself that, sure. But just because I tease you a little bit doesn't mean I'm as infatuated with you as you are with me" You spoke.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah princess" Soap groaned, you could almost hear him roll his eyes.

"Anyways, if you aren't going to get some sleep, then I will. Keep watch for me, yeah?" You asked. Looking over at him you saw he nodded. Grabbing one of his guns and laying it in his lap.

You cuddled up in the corner of the couch that was right next to the window. Watching the light snow fall as you did your best to drift off to sleep.

It felt as if you were sitting there for hours, not being able to fall asleep from the cold and the tons of thoughts that ran through your head.

You rubbed your eyes as you realized there was no point in trying. Looking over at Soap you could see he was just staring at the floor. He looked like he was in the same state of mind as you: chaos.

Before you could stop yourself from staring at him he muttered something to you, "You know if you take a picture it will last longer, princess"

"funny" you said in the flattest tone possible.

"Can't sleep?" He asked. You shook your head before sighing. "Could barely even try, 's too cold and I'm thinking about to much"

"Yeah? Well, come 'ere then. I'll keep ya warm, tell me what yer thinkin' about" Soap offered.

You wanted to say no, but you were freezing and you were willing to take any chance of staying warm as you could. Scooting over to him you rested on his side, right before he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to his chest.

"What is it that you're thinking about?" He asked

"I honestly couldn't even tell ya, think I'm just forcing myself to think about absolutely everything there even is to think about"

Soap nodded and he hummed in agreement. Neither of you two said anything for a while. Both of you just sitting in your thoughts and you tried to maintain your warmth.

After what seemed to be about 30 minutes, you found yourself shivering again. The window you sat by earlier was partially broken and the wind that had picked up started blowing into the house.

A big shiver sent down your spine as you glanced at the window. seeing the tall trees flowing from the harsh breeze. "Seems like it's gettin' worse out there eh?" Soap mentioned.

"Yeah, hope the boys are alright, wish they've got a place warmer than what we've got" You spoke quietly.

"Mmm, here. Climb up" Soap said, patting is lap.

Like earlier, you didn't care about whatever weird relationship you had with soap anymore. Warmth was quickly becoming your top priotiry.

You found yourself straddling Soap's lap, nuzzling your face into his neck and you wrapped your arms around him. His hands rested softly on your back, scratching it up and down, trying to help you maintain some warmth.

These were the moments that you missed from back home. Being in someone's arms, and being cared for. And so what if it was the annoying Sergent that was the one showing you appreciation.

I mean, he wasn't all that bad. At least there was someone out there who had an ounce of care about you. Sure he said things that make you laugh, and sure he embarrassed himself saying them. But the fact that he actually cared was more than enough.

You noticed that his hands had stopped rubbing your back, you also noticed the growing stiffness that was pressing against your crotch.

All you had to do was mutter "Soap, I swear to God" before his months' worth of embarrassment caught up to him.

"Sorry" He mumbled. He tried to pull you off of him so he could go deal with his little issue, but part of you was a bit too interested.

"Lad, wha' are ye doing?" He muttered as you fought him, trying to say on his lap.

"What? Did you want me to get off?" You questioned.

You pulled your face away from the crook of his neck, just to see his face. "Well.. um, I" He stuttered "I just don't want to disrespect ya"

"You didn't think about that when you let yourself get hard when I was in your lap though, did you?"

He shook his head, trying to muster up an excuse. "Well, you know I just. I was lost in thought is all! Whats goin on with you lad"

"What's going on with me is that your stupid little accent and dumb little face is stopping me from hating you for all your annoying little flirtatious comments" You finally argued.

You weren't lying. His comments were annoying, but Soap had some sort of magic to him that made it bearable, and made you wanna tease him back whether you meant it or not.

"What are you getting at?" He questioned.

"Are you gonna let me suck you off or not?" You groaned

Soap's face just went to complete shock before he finally shut up, nodding rapidly at your question.

You pulled yourself off his lap before getting on the floor, kneeling right in front of him. Looking up at him as you softly placed your fingers on his belt, he nodded at you, giving you another go-ahead.

You undid the belt and popped open the button and zipper on his pants. You reached into his underwear before pulling out his long hard cock.

"Shit, Soap, I hate you" You rolled your eyes, annoyed that such an annoying man has such an obnoxiously impressive cock.

"Hey, I tried to tell you" He snickered "Maybe if you-"

You cut him off as he moaned softly, thrown off by the sudden way your lips wrapped around his length. "Christ, Y/n, warn a guy"

You smiled before going back to his dick, pressing a kiss on the tip of it. You licked up and down his length before you finally attempted to shove it as far down your throat as you could.

Soap let out a choked groan in reaction to your sudden movement. He leaned back on the couch as your lips went up and down on his cock.

"Fuckin aye Y/n, tryna kill me now huh?" He groaned.

You pulled your mouth off of him to let out a small giggle before wasting no time to going back to what you were doing.

You guided your dominant hand up and down the parts of his cock that couldn't reach down your throat. Your other hand undoing your own belt, reaching in your pants to give yourself some stimulation.

Moaning on his dick his eyes rolled to the back of his head, the vibrations your moan gave sending him close to the edge.

The hand you had in your pants started to move quickly against your clit as Soaps hands held the sides of your head, softy thrusting himself down your throat.

You felt your eyes start to pool with water and the saliva that built in your throat start to drip off your lips. "My fuck god Y/n, youre too damn perfect" Soap grumbled before pulling you off his cock.

You totally let your guard down when he started face fucking you. At this point you just wanted him to absolutely destroy you, you didn't care about the relationship you had, the professionalism you were supposed to maintain, or whatever morals you had left, you just wanted this man in your cunt as soon as possible.

"Johnny, please" You whined

"Please what, sergeant?" He teased "What do you want?"

You looked up at him with a pouty lip and teary doe eyes, "Please fuck me"

That was all he needed before he was pulling you up onto the couch. Those words seemed to cut some sort of restraint he had because you have never seen a man take off both of your clothes that quickly before.

You were laying on you back and he leaned down to press a kiss against your wet pussy, almost like a sign of remorse before he would brutaly fuck you.

He stared you in your eyes with an evil little smirk as he lined his cock up with your cunt. You grinned back which quickly turned into a gasp as Johnny was fast to shove his cock down your pussy.

"Ah! Fuck Johnny!" You gasped in a sudden shock.

"You're okay princess, such a tough girl, I'm sure you can take a cock just fine"

You bit your lip with a moan as Johnny slid in and out of you. Your back arched so fast as you felt the tip of his cock tap your sweet spot over and over again. "There we go sweetheart, just like that"

You couldn't control the noises that were coming from your mouth anymore. From screams to moans, you weren't sure, all you know is that you felt like pure bliss.

Johnny looked down towards your stomach, seeing the small bulge he was making under your skin. He chuckled a little before mentioning it, "See that little bulge there, huh? Hitting you so deep I'm in your little tummy"

"God, fuck, Johnny, please I need to cum!" You whined.

"Yeah? Need to cum now don't ya?" He smiled "Go on then, as long as you don't get too sensitive to let me finish myself yeah?"

"No, never, I want you to cum too, I promise I wont be too sensitive!"

"Go ahead then pretty lad, make yourself finish on my cock" Johnny grunted. He rested his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in circles to help you finish. "come on beautiful, I can feel you squeezing me"

That seemed to be all you needed before your back was vigorously arching and your cunt was fluttering as you came on Johnnys cock. "Shit! Johnny!" You whined, trying to catch you breath.

Johnny laughed before he leaned down you press a kiss against your lips, muttering a "good girl" as he kept his thrusts going.

"Gonna make me cum now baby, I'm gonna cum all inside your little cute pussy, Yeah? You gonna let me do that gorgeous?"

"Mhm!" You nodded, still trying to collect yourself as if Johnny wasn't pounding into you.

"'m almost there sweet girl" Johnny grunted, "Just. A. Few. More."

He let out a satisfied groan as he released into you, throwing his head back in satisfaction. "Shit" He hummed.

Johnny slowly pulled out of you, trying to be conscious of your overwhelmed state and definite soreness.

"Christ almighty y/n, fuck" He breathed, leaning back down to kiss you, "I was not expecting any of that at all"

"Good thing I got cold, huh" You smiled

He let out a soft chuckle before kissing you again, "yeah, good thing"

"And if Gaz hears one word about this I swear to God ill kill ya" You smiled

"What he doesn't know wont hurt him I suppose"

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