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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months

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oh could you, maybe. possibly. expand on the ghost reader with tighnari and gorou?

Pairings: Tighnari, Gorou x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, ghost!reader, sub/bottom characters, teasing, public play, handjob, breeding, heat cycles

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshots

Author's Note: I hope this is to your liking, anon! I couldn't think of another way to expand on this idea except some scenarios like this 😅

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Tighnari's gloved hands dig into the large tree trunk as he leans against it, panting and bucking his hips into a touch that seems human-like though its source remains invisible. He swallows dryly, a chill crawling up his spine while the fur on his tail and ears sticks up, alerting him to some strange presence in the area

It was bad enough that it was the beginning of his heat cycle, but now he had to deal with these phantom touches again! Always drifting down to his most sensitive places and working him up until he came at least once

Transparent fingers curled around Tighnari's cock as you jerked him off roughly with schlick schlick noises filling the air. The only thing that could possibly drown out the lewd sounds were the fox boy's moans, grunts, and groans while you pulled his first orgasm out of him. Cum painted the bark on the tree as Tighnari's hips jerked, chasing the tightness of your hand wrapped around his dick

He knew this wasn't over though. It never was. After he took a few minutes to catch his breath, he knew that he would be pushed or pulled into another position and, if you were needy enough, something big would be inserted into his ass or mouth, depending on your mood

Today was definitely a day where you were needy enough. As you pushed Tighnari onto the ground, you ripped his pants off and tossed the cloth aside. His sweet ass was now on full display for you and anyone else who happened to pass by this part of the jungle. And, as luck would have it, a group of several forest rangers were about to head over to this exact area to check on the air pressure and nearby flora for any drastic changes

The poor man could only groan as you inserted a finger into his ass, using the cum and slick from his cock as lube to push into him a bit easier. His hole was gradually stretched open while you fingered him, keeping his hips high in the air and his head firmly pressed against the grass

Tighnari tensed up when the tip of your cock prodded at his entrance, slowly pushing past his ring of muscles and pulling slutty moans from the lewd fox as every inhibition left his brain. Tighnari in heat was a complete whore. Once you had him in a position to take dick, he'd quickly accept his situation and let his hormones run rampant. Moaning without a care in the world and thrusting his hips like an obedient slut

By the time the group of forest rangers arrived and peeked around the tree, Tighnari was too far gone to notice or care. Their confused, wide-eyed stares focused on the man's hole that was seemingly gaping around nothing, stretching rhythmically as if something was being inserted over and over. His arms were limp on the ground, his tongue had lolled out of his mouth and created a puddle of drool on the ground, and obscene noises fell from his lips nonstop while he clenched around nothing

His hips were pushing back against something that none of them could perceive as he craved the thick object penetrating his ass. Chanting “Moremoremoremore” and “Harder! Fill me, breed my little holes– Ooooohhh yeeeaahh—!! ” while you pounded him so brutally that he wouldn't be able to sit down for a few days

“A-aahh!! H-hey...it's you ag-gain...” The startled puppy said, his eyes adjusting to the darkness inside of his tent. The sensation of gentle hands caressing his chest made him feel a bit nervous, seeing as they usually didn't stop at gliding along Gorou's skin...

Invisible fingers played with Gorou's sensitive nipples until he became a whining, squirming mess on top of his blankets, rolling his hips without even realizing it

Sure enough, your touch trailed down his soft tummy, brushing your fingers through his little happy trail, until they dipped underneath the hem of his pants. Curling your digits around the cloth, you slowly remove it from Gorou's body and throw it down next to his bed somewhere. The puppy now laid bare naked, to anyone else it would appear as though he was alone, but both you and Gorou knew that that wasn't true

Wanting to take things a little slower than usual tonight, you refrained from touching the puppy boy's dick yet, opting to tease him by holding onto his hips and waist and maybe pressing against his hole just enough to rile him up. Gorou's heat had already affected him throughout the whole day and he had tried hard to suppress it, but after so many hours spent holding back...he was more than ready to let go and give in to the pleasant affection

Your erection rested heavily on top of Gorou's stomach, rubbing against his own hardening member with every shallow thrust of your hips as you became more excited. Eagerly licking your lips as your fingers pried the puppy's mouth open and forced their way inside, poking around while he whined in embarrassment

Fingerfucking his mouth was something you loved to do. He just looked so cute every time... What with his lips stretched around your invisible digits, his tongue licking at them as he coated them in his spit, the way his pretty eyes closed halfway from lust. The way Gorou didn't even try to push you off or squirm away no matter how rough you were with him. He could be gagging and choking on your fingers loudly, while you fucked his tight throat until his eyes rolled back, and your cute puppy would still arch into your touch and accept your ministrations with little complaint

Tonight though, you wanted to be a bit more gentle. So you simply thrust your fingers into his wet cavern long enough to lube them up, pulling out of Gorou's mouth and prepping his ass so that you wouldn't hurt him when you inevitably slid your dick inside

Gorou's whines turned into adorable whimpers as your cock fucked him open, slowly at first, since you were pretty big. Though he quickly begged for more, succumbing to his heat in the safety of the tent. And you weren't about to deny his simple request, so you pushed in another inch, then another, and another, until you just rammed the rest in and bottomed out

Cum from Gorou's dick pooled on his pale chest as another orgasm tore through his body, shrill moans echoing within the tent all the while. The little puppy's hips never stopped bucking as he begged to be filled more, begged for whatever phantom that was currently balls deep within him to breed him full of their kids. Gorou in heat only had one thought filling that pretty little head; breed me! Breed me! Cum in me! Fill me! I'll do anything for you, just pump your seed into my womb and don't let any spill out~ 🧡

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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inuyashaluver · 11 days

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Hi could you do smt abt being Lucy bronzes little sister who is the photographer for city women and is in a secret relationship with Leila Ouahabi and no one know because your “forbidden” to footballers per Lucy’s request as according to her your still a baby as your like 23/24 ish.

by the rule book - leila ouahabi

leila ouahabi x reader

description: in which you and your sister have a set of rules that you break because of a certain defender

warnings: let’s pretend leila attended the world cup, basically me yapping, swearing, angsty?

a/n: leila train has arrived back at my stop lmao, thank you so much for the request, much love, enjoy ❤️❤️

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you and your sister had a set of rules that were heavily referenced while growing up, and the present.

this set of rules sworn on by each sister with the promise they would never be broken. and they weren’t, until leila came into the picture.

—

you were 8 years younger than your sister, lucy. you’re a bronze sister, meaning you were extremely fun, playful, but serious and stoic when you needed to be. you and your sister brought out the best in each other, expecting nothing but the finest.

lucy was the best older sister, she was funny and always included you in everything she did once you grew out of your snitch phase and actually became cool in her eyes. the two of you were always extremely close and that’s how you both liked it.

she encouraged you to put your heart to your passion, one of the main reasons you became a photographer.

lucy was extremely protective of you, hence why she created a simple set of rules between the two of you that shouldn’t be broken.

1 - don’t date any of lucy’s teammates

2 - don’t date any of (y/n)’s friends

3 - respect each other’s boundaries

4 - be honest with each other

5 - sisters come first

the rules were easily agreed upon by the both of you, they were made when you were 16 and lucy was 24.

—

you followed lucy around for photographer opportunities, landing yourself a permanent position on the media teams of both england and manchester city when lucy joined in 2020.

you always loved photography, adoring the feeling of capturing a canvas that would be around for years to come.

just before lucy joined in 2020, you were both at england camp. in free time, everyone would eagerly chatter about their new or current clubs they were going to.

you angled your camera at keira while leah marked her during a mini game, checking the photos with a pleased smile until your sister hopped on your back.

“munchkin!” (your nickname for as long as you can remember) “luce! get off!” you laugh, almost falling flat on your face until your sister got off you, giving you an exaggerated kiss on the cheek that you were quick to squeal and complain about.

“you’re so annoying” you grumble, unable to fight your smile at seeing your sister’s bright grin. “shut up, show me some pics, picasso” she teases.

you roll your eyes amusingly, giving her a sneak peek of all the photos you’d taken so far, letting out a bright laugh when she made you stop on a photo of her.

“that’s class” she pinches your cheek teasingly, “well done, baby sis” she coos teasingly, a couple of the girls coming over and teasing you too.

everyone viewed you as family and a teammate even though you were just their photographer, you’d been with them for so long, they’d grown a huge love for you.

“you excited for manchester, (y/n/n)?” leah throws an arm over your shoulder as you both walked inside st george, “yeah! should be good, nice and cold” you grin,

“maybe manchester city is where we can finally see you get a partner?” she teases, you both laugh, “lee, come on, you know the rules” you laugh, “i know the rules!” lucy calls out from behind you from where she was walking behind you.

you flip her off and she gasps offendedly, “i could get you fired for that!” she exclaims, you wave her off, laughing along with leah.

—

you, lucy and keira all lived together in manchester, splitting the rent and living comfortably.

but in 2022, the two of them got offered contracts for barcelona and they accepted, but you didn’t. manchester felt like home to you, and you really didn’t want to leave it.

it was the first time you’d been away from lucy, and don’t be mistaken, you are a highly independent person but something was so reassuring about having your sister with you.

before they moved, they helped you move into a flat for yourself, small and homey like you needed.

it was incredibly tearful dropping keira and lucy off to the airport, you don’t think you’ve ever felt your sister hug you so tight.

“i love you” she breathes out into your embrace, you hug her back equally as tight, “such a sap, bronzes don’t do that” you tease, receiving a slap on the back of your head.

it was daunting for the both of you to be apart, not really having to do that in your lives.

“i love you too” you smile, “i’ll call you when we land” lucy sniffs, hastily wiping away her tears and letting keira hug you as well. “my favourite bronze” keira smiles, both you and lucy letting out a wet laugh.

you wave them both off with a sad smile, waiting for them to go through the gate before you dragged yourself back to your car and drove off.

—

you went back to work at the beginning of the season, waiting for the girls to come outside to photograph their training session.

you smile and wave to familiar faces, taking a couple of test photos before you noticed a new face that you didn’t recognise at first, one of the new signings.

your eyes narrowed slightly in concentration when you looked at her, until you realised who it was. leila ouahabi.

you’ve never met her formally, only smiling at her in the hallways of national games if you had the chance. you always thought she was absolutely gorgeous, but you also appreciated the way she defended, even your sister agreeing she was incredible.

leila smiles at you, slightly surprised to recognise you slightly. the truth was, leila had been heavily looking at your social media platform ever since she laid eyes on you way back.

she thought you were gorgeous, she could tell you were a soft soul, with your charming smile and cute little face you made when you were concentrating on your camera.

she wanted to know you, she was just shy about it, not knowing to approach you, maybe this was the opportunity she needed.

—

training progressed, you smile pleasingly when you look back at your photos, your ultra focus showing on your facial features as you attempt to capture the best photos possible.

you were sat on the side of the pitch watching the girls train, your eyes subconsciously drifting to the spaniard.

it was until a mini game that a certain defender was chasing the ball, kicking it out and sliding directly next to you that your breathing quickened.

you look down to see her slightly wincing, heavily breathing and looking a little too attractive but that was an afterthought.

“are you okay?” you breathe out, the girl on the floor looks up at you surprised, a sly smile taking over her features.

“i’m fine, hermosa (beautiful), thank you” she winks, pushing herself up from the floor and dusting herself off, walking back to the pitch and making sure to look back at you with a flirty smile.

you blink in shock, what was that interaction?

—

these interactions went on, situations where you felt extremely nervous around her even when she was barely doing anything.

you were photographing the new kit, only a set amount of players selected for the campaign, and luckily for you, leila was the very last model for the day.

leila came in with her charming smile and a dray of drinks in her hands, she perks up when you make eye contact.

“good morning, hermosa (beautiful)” she grins, extending the warm drink out to you, you look at her in surprise, a grateful smile gracing your features.

“morning, leila, thank you” you take a sip and let out a pleased sigh, “how did you know this is my favourite?” you tease.

“i read your cup” she says with a flirty smile, though her cheeks tinged slightly with pink. you smile before clearing your throat.

you go through the plans for the shoot, explaining what type of photos you’ll be taking, the approach of the shoot and what you needed from her.

she maintained eye contact the entire time you spoke, nodding along with each and every word and clarifying on things when she didn’t understand.

it was almost hard to press the shutter button when leila would pose, it was a simple, basic, arms crossed - stoic football pose photo that you’ve taken numerous times in your career but something was just so different about how leila did it.

her confidence poured out of her and her smirk made your stomach flip. she was serious but loved to joke around with you when the time called for it.

the two of you basically chatting, taking a photo, chatting, taking a photo. a simple yet effective formula that you both enjoyed. so much so, leila asked you to go out on a date with her and you accepted without a second thought.

—

the two of you went on a couple of dates before the two of you started dating. back then it was really fresh but extremely obvious with the heart eyes you’d send each other.

the manchester girls caught on before the two of you could even process it. and the only condition for everyone was to vow their silence around your sister with the promise of the best pictures being published.

as time progressed, you both moved in together, both of you in one of the most genuine, loving relationship the two of you had ever had.

—

“baby, i’m working” you giggle, pressed up against a random wall, one hand on leila’s hip, camera in the other.

“amor (love), you’re not working right now” she grins cheekily, lips quickly locking with yours. one of her hands on your cheek and one on your hip holding you close to her.

you let out a little exhale from your nose in a laugh, to focused on kissing your now girlfriend of a year.

it was hard hiding it from lucy, especially when the two of you lived together. you were able to get away with it most of the time, telling your sister your roommate was just really chatty.

“baby” you mumble against her lips, attempting to push her away by the chest but the girl was attached to you, “shh, let it happen” she mockingly scolds, giving you a stern look before she kissed you breathlessly.

that’s when you hear it, the chuckles and teasing coming from familiar blondes, alex and chloe. “get it, baby bronze” alex whistles, you and leila pulled away with a roll of both of your eyes.

“don’t forget about that photo i have of you, alex” you threaten, one taken of her with an expression on her face during a header that had her screeching in fear when she saw you laughing at it.

“you’re just as annoying as your sister” alex flips you off when you blow her a kiss, laughing as they walked away.

leila squishes your cheeks together with one of her hands, forming your lips into a little pout, “mi amor (my love), those are my kisses” she grins lazily, clearly teasing you when she placed a little kiss on your forced pout.

you usher her off to training, giving her a playful slap on her backside that she shook her head at.

—

it was during the 2023 world cup that you both got found out, and boy was it an experience. your sister was extremely confused as to why you were so excited spain was in the final, wondering what your certain new interest about the spanish team was about.

“don’t tell me you’re a traitor, munchkin?” lucy scoffs while you set up your camera on the pitch during a pre-match walk.

“luce, i’ve got my england merch on, thank you” you laugh, shaking your head as you take a quick photo of her with an evident frown on her face, her eyes narrowed at you.

“why do you keep looking at their bench?” she questions, following your eyes to see some of the spain girls walking out to do their own checks.

“why are you so paranoid, lucia?” you tease, punching her lightly on the arm and wincing when a slap made its way to the back of your head.

“some of the girl’s play for city, i’m just being nice” you rub your head in slight pain, glaring at your older sister that she returned.

“i’ll find out, i always do” she concludes, letting you go back to taking some photos and other little media bits.

—

and unfortunately for you. she did find out.

the girls were lining up in the tunnel, about 5 minutes until everyone would walk out. ironically you see you sister standing next to leila in the tunnel, you try to fight your smile when you make eye contact with your girlfriend.

she smiles at you, your bodies moving on their own as you completed her pre match ritual, three quick pecks on the lips.

you both smiled brightly when you pulled back, before you heard a sharp voice coming from behind you.

“what the fuck was that?” your sister exclaimed, her hand on your shoulder and spinning you around, both yours and leila’s eyes widened, realising what had just happened. “fucking ouahabi” she breathes out in disbelief.

“i really hope you’re fucking joking, (y/n) bronze because i’m not fucking laughing” she says lowly, not wanting to attract much attention but she was.

you just look up at your sister in shock, mouth slightly agape, “nah, we’re talking about this. later” she glares, both at you and leila.

the girls walk out and you watch them dumbly as you go. you were grateful that moment wasn’t recorded.

during half time your sister wouldn’t even look at you, brushing you off like you were nothing. “don’t” she pleads, walking past you as you tried to approach her.

you walk to the tunnel and felt the tears pricking in your eyes, and like a magnet, leila’s hand found yours, dragging you into a quiet corner where the two of you could have some privacy.

as soon as your girlfriend brought you into a tight embrace, you broke down. “shh, it’s okay” she hums, kissing your cheek softly as you cried in her arms.

she pulls back slightly, looking at you with a sad expression when she saw your tear streaked face, her hand moving up to wipe away the evidence.

“i didn’t want her to find out like that, i was ready to tell her tonight” you sniffle, leila nods along with your words, listening to your little ramble intently as she comforted you.

“i know, bebé (baby), i know” she says sympathetically, pulling you into another hug and just holding you.

she stayed with you the entire time, talking you down and making you look presentable before you went back on the pitch.

she knew she would get subbed off anyway, only wanting to focus on you for the minute. you were still in a hug when lucy came out of the change room, her face softening when she saw your red eyes.

she was about to say something but she stopped herself, not wanting to do this right away. she weirdly smiles at both of you, tight lipped but still somewhat of a smile.

“it’s okay” leila whispers, and it really felt like it was.

leila kisses you softly before she makes her way back on the pitch, and of course when the match ended and england lost, the mood changed.

your sister let you hug her tightly after the loss, holding onto you for dear life as she hugged you. “luce, i’m so sorry, you played so well” you whispered, your hand rubbing up and down her back.

“i’m sorry, munchkin, we still need to talk” she sniffles, wiping away her tears and giving you a gentle smile. you nod, pulling her into another tight hug before you went off to congratulate your girlfriend, weirdly through the encouragement of your sister.

“hey, baby” you smile at your girlfriend, giving her a quick hug when she presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she greets with a bright smile, “congratulations” you whisper, she thanks you quickly, looking over your shoulder to see your sister hovering around with tears in her eyes, walking around by herself.

“give me one second” leila whispers, gripping your hand gently and walking over to lucy, you and your sister having matching surprised expressions.

“i want to honest, i love your sister, we have been together for a year and we were going to tell you sooner but she was really scared and i respect her” she blurts out,

“i would love to talk about this with you, if you’ll let me” leila says nervously, lucy pauses for a moment before nodding, pulling leila into an extremely quick hug but extremely meaningful.

“sure thing, leila” your sister smiles, a little laugh escaping her lips, “you know, you broke rule number one” lucy teases, telling you everything was going to be okay.

“it doesn’t count! you left when she came over” you groan, letting leila tuck you into her side as she giggled, watching you and your sister bicker like kids.

she could tell how much you cared about each other. but lucy could tell the same for the both of you.

—

all three of you did have that talk, you and your girlfriend explained the details of your relationship to your sister that she was actually quite happy about.

she’d never seen you so happy, so light with any of your previous partners.

she could tell you both loved each other because it was so painfully obvious but she was truly happy after she let out a rant about how you literally broke every rule in the contact.

she got over it though, a hefty shopping spree having your bank account screaming for salvation.

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you know the drill - pretend it’s you! ily oniiii

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yourname: baby, my job is a photographer

↳ leilaouahabi: you’re no fun

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↳ yourname: you’re annoying

↳ lucybronze: you’re annoying

↳ leilaouahabi: i won’t touch her i swear

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#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso imagine #leila ouahabi x reader #leila ouahabi

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alphabetatoes · 21 days

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a.n.: can't stop won't stop thinking abt seeing nanami in his salaryman suit for the first time (also ty for 1000 followers !!!!)

c.w.: mdni, 18+

The first time Kento told you he’d gotten a job in the corporate world, you were a bit thrown by the news. It would be a complete change from his life working for the high school, although far less dangerous. And with that new job came a new look. Bangs that once draped over his face were trimmed into a 7/3 cut. The all black wardrobe in your shared closet gaining specks of color with button downs and ties introduced.

“Can you come to the living room real quick? I want to make sure my suit looks okay for the first day.” Kento calls you over from the kitchen.

He must’ve gotten it tailored. The way the suit hugs every inch of his body makes Kento look like a work of art. It’s hard not to stare when you have the son of Aphrodite standing in your living room. You’re left awestruck, practically drooling over his new appearance. “We need to talk.”

Kento raises a brow at your statement, confused as to the catalyst for it. He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over the couch. “Is it the hair? They told me it was the common cut for the workplace-” Kento rakes his hand over the fresh cut hair on his head, fingers combing through blond locks as he lifts it up.

“I want to talk to you,” You let your words linger, gazing over his new attire. “in the bedroom.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You grab his hand, making a beeline for the bedroom. You push him down on the bed and climb on top to straddle him. “Fuck, Ken.” Undoing his tie, you move it to drape around your neck. “You’ve always been attractive but this new look is… divine.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Kento’s ears tint red as he watches your hands make idle work of his shirt. The way his chest hair peeks out as you unbutton drives you wild. Once you’ve gotten the shirt unbuttoned, your hands explore the plane of his chest. “I think I’m obsessed.”

Shifting up to his neck, you let your fingers run through the soft hair of his undercut. Leaning down, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. As your hips grind against him, the fabric of Kento’s pants creates a pleasurable friction on your core.

You move off him for a moment, granting Kento access to shuffle off your leggings. Once they’ve been removed, you take the time to unbuckle his pants and free his aching cock.

Gentle hands guide you down on his cock, resting on your thighs once he’s bottomed out. “You always take me so well, sweetheart.” Kento pulls you back down to him with the tie, biting down on your bottom lip as he kisses into you. Riding him slowly, you melt into the kiss. Sweet and raw. The smell of sweat and sex tinge the air.

As you take him, you mutter sweet nothings in his ear. Kento elevates his hips, allowing his tip to nudge just where you need him to. And you can feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach as his hands guide your movements. A bubble about to burst. “Ken, ‘m close.” Warm walls clamp down on him and he knows he won't last much longer than you.

You hit that apex quickly. Shockwaves of pleasure roll over your body as you moan into his mouth. You collapse into him as he reaches his high, stuffing you full of his seed with a quiet grunt. "Did so good for me honey." His saccharine praises cause a pink blush to tint your tired cheeks.

Kento kisses the crown of your head, strong arms pulling you into him. He looks down at the disheveled state of his clothing, pants clearly marked with the slick of your release. “Y’know I’m probably gonna need to get the suit dry cleaned.” He smiles down at you, holding you tighter as you nuzzle into his chest.

“Is that an invitation to do this all again?” You mumble, tired eyes smiling up at him.

It's Kento's first day as a salaryman, and you decide to send him a little treat to soothe his nerves. You snap a photo of yourself baking in the kitchen, one of his ties once again draped around your neck. You send it to him and caption it ‘Serious Business.’. Kento’s phone pings and he slips off to the restroom to check it during his break.

He examines the image, how flour stains your cheeks and the tie is wrapped loosely around your neck. He curses to himself for being trapped at work rather than home with you. Half hard in the bathroom and palming himself to that sweet look of yours, praying his boner will disappear in time for his next meeting.

He can’t get home soon enough.

#jjk #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento smut

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httpsserene · 7 months

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝟐 : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞/𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: for all people believe that werewolves are dangerous creatures, your wolf is pretty tame, even with some of his...quirks. this halloween you let him be the big bad wolf to your little red riding hood, while you give out candy to trick-or-treaters. what he doesn't know, is that you have your own trick-or treat planned for him after this– you're his treat tonight, but he's going to have to chase you first. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. smut. wolf shifter au. werewolves. no abo dynamics. outdoor sex. scent kink. vaginal sex. fingering. possessive behavior. predator/prey kink. tummy bulge. breeding kink. knotting (but not really). mention of heat/rut cycles. no protection. carlos’ filthy mouth. author may have cooked a little too hard 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: carlos sainz jr x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: peek-a-boo • red velvet

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: fair warning this is the most foul thing i’ve written ever. like, i thought the first upload was unsettling, but this is terrifying in comparison. i think i’m getting better tho, low key. no, this was not an excuse to write a breeding kink 😒. this was an excuse to spread my personal feeling that i think carlos sainz jr is a massive freak, and i will take no criticism on that 😩. but i do apologize for his foul ass mouth at the end. imma try and get these out quicker because i realized that if i’m releasing one fic every week, i will not be finishing this b4 the end of the month. there unfortunately will be no part two to this, it’s a standalone, i got so many things to write now, im sorry :( i hope you all enjoy it (i did an embarrassing amount of research for this aka twilight wiki), and thank you for all the support !!!

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carlos is not a werewolf. carlos is a born wolf; he comes from a long familial line of shifters. while he and his wolf share a brain, carlos is in control one-hundred percent of the time. he can shift into a wolf at will and maintains awareness as the wolf. however, during the full moon, it’s extremely difficult for shifters to resist the call and refrain from transforming. werewolves, on the other hand, are created by a curse or from being bitten. they are forced to change into a beast every full moon, thirsting for blood and carnage. their humanity isn’t present in the half-wolf/half-human form; being a werewolf is like a parasitic disease. carlos’ family has found their calling in bringing a sense of order to the wild, and during full moons, their purpose is to contain and redirect the beastly werewolves from harming humans.

shifters are rare, and carlos prefers it that way (he doesn’t ever want to find out what tension multiple shifters on the grid could cause). his nature doesn’t give him any unfair advantages in an f1 car, sure, his reaction time may be a little quicker, and he heals faster–but, nothing that would classify as “cheating.” if he did have any extreme advantages, maybe he’d end max’s world champion streak, but that is not the case; anything about his nature still couldn’t make up ferrari’s shortcomings.

the only downside to being a shifter is how they’re mistaken for werewolves (even though they are obviously two completely different beings). the world doesn’t know about the shifter population at large, it’s mainly an “if you know you know” society, and werewolves are known to the masses with how many slaughters they’ve been caught doing from the beginning of time. which is massively unfortunate for carlos. if he were to be revealed as a wolf shifter, he’d probably lose everything he knows–formula one, his privacy, his family, you–and he would probably be scheduled for a public execution if those were still in place. he’s only trusted a small circle of people within formula one with the secret of his wolf; lando, charles, fernando, jon and rupert, and vasseur. it’s made his life easier having people that are aware of his true nature, so he can shift comfortably during race weekends if needed, when you are not able to join him.

regardless of how the world views carlos’ supernatural state, you genuinely don’t understand how people could be terrified of him. carlos is ‘the dream man’™, and you’re not accepting any critiques on that matter. he’s a personal-sized space heater, so you don’t have to worry about being cold at night–and he doesn’t even complain when you stick your icicle-like toes and fingers on him. he cleans without being told to, he’s an excellent home chef, he takes you golfing with him and even lets you caddy for him, he’s protective but in a respectful manner, and he even partial shifts around you so you can play with his ears and give him a good little scratch.

the only downside you could point out about carlos, is that he takes his wolf form a little too seriously.

carlos was raised to train his inner wolf into a controlled, unfazed, unshaken, apex-predator being. the wolf has one purpose and it’s to guard his territory, the people he loves, and to prevent any werewolf murder sprees. but, you wish he’d allow himself to relax, and have a little more fun in his wolf form.

you’ve started training him, funnily enough, to allow his wolf to be off the clock sometimes. subconsciously, in the comfort of the spanish villa you two call home, he’s started to allow his ears to pop out whenever he’s relaxed enough. the spaced out and confused faces and noises he makes, with his head and ears flicking and tilting to match, invokes an unhealthy sense of cute-aggression from you. sometimes, you manage to persuade him enough to shift to his full wolf form, and that’s where you find the most difficulty of calming his behavior.

he’ll go around sniffing and rubbing his body along all of the walls and corners of the house to spread his claim, and even refuses to nap or sleep with you while he is shifted. he’d sit in the doorway of the room you were in and remain in an alert state to protect you from whatever dangers that may appear, even though he’s already sure none are present. there was one time you were able to convince him to lay with you under the guise of you being cold; he allowed himself to curl around you and rest his snout on your chest, but the way his ears remained cocked let you know that he was wide awake even though his eyes were shut.

he’s thoroughly unamused whenever you try and get him to play with dog toys. it doesn’t matter if it squeaks, crinkles, or smells–he wants nothing to do with them. he can’t say no to an old-fashioned game of fetch, though. whenever you grab a stick from outside, you hear his thundering paws running towards you before skidding to a rapid stop, his haunches firmly touching the ground while his front paws anxiously tip tap in front of him, and his whole body shakes with anticipation for your throw. and from there you started to get him to appreciate tennis balls and frisbees in fetch games. even though his massive jaw and teeth have you ordering replacements way too often.

and the thought of his massive ears, eyes, hands, and teeth—led you to your halloween costume idea.

little red riding hood.

it makes the most perfect amount of sense. carlos can be the big bad wolf to your red riding hood! except he refused, stating that it would be shameful to use his wolf in such a manner. of course, you're disappointed at his refusal, but you respect his boundaries at the end of the day. so, you were just going to have piñon (your dog) be your big bad wolf. and then, that fell through as well.

piñon was staying over at carlos’ parents house a few days before halloween, and ended up losing a battle to a mouse that he tried to catch through a fence. the fence scratched him a little deeply on his tummy and he ended up getting stitches and a cone of shame. while his stitches are in, he’s staying with reyes and carlos sr.–and, you’re back to square one; you’re ‘big bad wolf’-less-ness.

you don’t attempt to try and convince carlos to join you again, you just decide to keep your original costume and sit out on the porch handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters, missing the other half to your costume. it’s very simple attire, just the red-hooded cloak and a picnic basket full of candy. carlos peeks from the front window’s curtains and watches you smile sweetly at all the children and compliment them on their costumes. he hears you fein terror when kids dressed as werewolves ask for candy, he hears you fawn over the cutest kids and their costumes, and he hears your happiness falter when anyone asks where your ‘big bad wolf’ is.

you’re in the middle of explaining how piñon wasn’t feeling well to a little girl, and you hear a muffled bark. your head perks up in question, thinking you just imagined it, but then you hear scratches on the door. confused, you go to open the door and carlos comes slinking out to join you on the porch.

his wolf is massive, when standing on four paws his head nearly reaches your chest, his coat is a silky coloration of a brown so dark it appears black, but in direct sunlight it radiates warmth. his paws are larger than your face and the claws he’s got on them are big enough to match. the little girl shrieks and hides behind her dad’s legs, and the dad backs them up off the porch frantically.

“no, no, no,” you reassure them, and carlos tries to shrink his body behind your legs, whining lowly, “he’s friendly! i promise he’s a sweetheart, he’s actually pretty shy!” carlos skimpers behind you, quickly managing to shove himself under the outdoor couch, only allowing his head to peek out from underneath. the dad doesn’t quite believe you, and just apologizes and just ushers his daughter to the next house.

you sigh, and plop down a little forcefully on the couch. you hear carlos crawl from underneath the seat, and rise to a sitting position at your side, resting his snout on your lap. you look down and purse your lips at his wide, apologetic brown wolf eyes and raise your hand to give him a few pets. you question softly, “are you going to join me for the whole night?”

carlos blinks at you once. an eager grin spreads across your lips, “yay! aren’t you just such a good boy,” you tease sarcastically. carlos huffs, the force of his exhale swooshing your cloak, before he turns his back to you in dismissal. you laugh at him, and the next group of kids run up yelling for candy, and carlos tries to appear as small as he can so he doesn’t scare these ones away.

after the initial scare carlos caused, everyone seems fascinated at your “wolf-dog,” and how well mannered and amicable he is. carlos lets all the kids who are brave enough pet him, not snapping once even if they accidentally tug at his tail or ears, and sits incredibly still so he has no chance of accidentally crushing them. several dads even pause to give him a sturdy little dad-pat on his side, and inform you of how “that’s a good guard dog you got there, he takes a pat like no problem.” you even impress a few of the moms with how well trained you have him, and how he listens to all of your commands and can do many tricks (so far, the most impressive trick is having him harmonize to your voice with a howl). carlos preens silently next to you whenever little kids can’t help themselves from telling you how pretty you are (his tail thumping on the floor the only giveaway), and seethes when overzealous men and women try and hit on you (growls rumbling out of his chest). you brush off their advances and charmingly tell them, “i don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me cheating on him…especially in front of his dog,” with a disguised smirk. overall, carlos does so well cosplaying as your big bad wolf, that you decide to give him the present you planned all along.

after the halloween celebrations die down, you and carlos return inside, and you lead the way up to the bedroom as he trots behind you. carlos shifts back into his naked human form, and you giggle and pull him into a hug.

“thank you, my love! everyone loved you tonight–you know you didn’t have to join me outside, right? i didn’t want you to feel pressured to do something you were–” carlos cuts you off with a chaste kiss to the cheek and dismisses your worry, “mi luna, i wouldn’t have gone out there if i did not want to, sí? i am happy i could make the night more fun for you, by playing your “big bad wolf.’”

you pull away with a small ‘aha!’ of remembrance and rush into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind you. carlos stares at the space you were just occupying and shrugs, figuring you have to pee really badly–considering you were sitting on the porch the whole night without a break– and that you’re probably changing out of the costume, before turning to the closet and pulling on clothes.

he hears the toilet flush, and then the water runs for a minute too long–almost like you’re covering up any noises carlos may hear with his enhanced hearing, but he doesn’t think that you’d have anything to hide from him, anyways. you fling the door open excitedly, still in your riding hood, and pull carlos away from the closet and start dragging him downstairs.

“ay–” carlos objects, “i don’t have a shirt on yet, mi amor! where are you rushing too?”

you don’t respond verbally, only glancing back at him with a cheeky smirk, and continue to lead him to the backyard. you drop carlos hand once you’ve stepped outside, shutting the sliding glass door behind you two. walking back to him, you stand in front of him–pausing as you stare into the warm depth of his brown eyes, before you take one step backwards. carlos automatically goes to parrot your movement, attempting to take one step towards you to eliminate the space, but you ‘aht-aht’ at him disapprovingly causing him to freeze. you press your hand against his chest near his clavicle and guide him to his original position. patting once with intention, you order, “stay.”

carlos’ eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t say anything. he allows you to back away from him, twitching towards you when your bare feet slip off the paved patio onto the grass. you come to a stop when you’re halfway into the yard.

carlos calls out to you, confused, “amor? what’s this, i do not want to play fetch right now–”

“we’re not going to play fetch carlos,” you start, “we’re going to play a new game called chase.” carlos does his adorable head tilt at you, continuing to question your actions, “qué? i don’t know the game you are talking about, mi luna–wh-what-qué haces (what are you doing)?”

you unbutton the collar of the cloak, and spread the front open, from where you wrapped it tightly around your body, and reveal a matching set of the scantiest, laciest, and most mouthwatering red bra and panties. carlos is stunned to silence, mouth dropping open as his eyes fall to your exposed body. the way your smooth melanated skin is complimented by the rosso corsa-colored lingerie, the way you’re holding open the cloak to allow him to get his fill of your body, the way your hips seductively rock from one side to the other, the way the smell of your arousal begins to become apparent to his sensitive nose–before you abruptly wrap the cloak shut, tying the waistband tightly and shattering the moment.

“we are going to play a game called ‘chase’, carlito. where i run into the woods behind us, and you…chase me.”

carlos’ entranced state is shaken by his protective instincts, “qué? no, no! absolutely not. the woods are dangerous, mi amor–”

“carlosss,” you whine, “you patrol the woods every other week! you know there’s nothing that could hurt me out here, because you’ve already gotten rid of it. you’re going to give chase and you’re going to like it!”

carlos shifts anxiously, not fully persuaded, so you decide to not give him a choice, “ten minutes, love. after that, come catch me.” you turn and run into the densely packed woods, ignoring carlos’ exclamation for you to stop. he doesn’t suddenly appear and stop your disappearance into the forest, so that’s how you know the game is on.

your chest is already heaving from adrenaline and excitement as you run through the forest, ducking under branches and hopping over rocks and fallen tree limbs. you pant and the nerves start to set in, not out of fear of what’s in the forest, but fear of giving carlos an easy chase. you stop suddenly and take a sharp turn, running for a minute that way before you circle back and run at a slight diagonal in the opposite direction, overlaying your scent to try and give some added time to your pursuit. running deeper into the woods, it begins to get darker, the only light source are the scraps of moonlight that manage to find a pocket to slip through. your eyes adjust to the reduced light level, pupils blown wide not only in necessity but also arousal, and you come to a halt again. you quickly slip off your red panties and hang them on the nearest branch, hoping that the wetness that’s already seeped into them distracts him from your true location.

you start to traverse your way through an uphill part of the forest, exhaustion finally beginning to become apparent after that first rush of adrenaline–but then, a familiar howl cuts through the air; your time is up, and carlos is loose in the forest, hunting after you. reinvigorated, you continue running deeper and deeper into the trees, changing directions multiple times losing track of exactly where you’re going.

the wolf fucking losing it. you–his luna, his mate–are out in the forest he protects—his territory—inciting him into a relieving game of chase, allowing him to be just as uncontrolled as he wants in his pursuit of you. he’s quick to catch on your trail, seeing the way you’re rushed heavy steps in the start leaves an easy path for him to follow. and then, he notices you employed different tactics to delay him. he catches himself running in circles you intentionally plotted, and notices how your scent and foot-trail overlaps multiple times. and then, he can tell you switched from running with the full bottom of your foot and just on your toes for a moment to disrupt your trail. his breaths have started to mirror yours, forceful with the adrenaline from a good chase, and he freezes. he smells you.

he speeds up to a full run, paws thundering against the earth under him, loud and uncaring if you hear him coming or not, before he bursts through the trees where your scent is the strongest. but, you’re not there. the wolf whines disbelievingly, bringing his nose to the floor to analyze your scent trail before a glimpse of red catches his attention from the corner of his eye. he spins around swiftly, expecting it to be the swish of your cloak as you run from, but it’s not you.

it’s the damn red panties you kindly left behind for him.

he rocks up on his hind legs to knock it off the branch to the ground, and presses his muzzle to the barely there fabric, inhaling your arousal deeply. an unhinged growl tumbles his way out of his chest, before it morphs into another full howl, letting you know how much he appreciates your present. carlos won’t be fooled by any more of your tricks again, and he takes off running.

you’ve taken a brief break from running, leaning forward with your hand against your knees as you catch your breath. it’s loud around you; bugs are buzzing and you can hear the hoots of several owls echoing through the forest. suddenly, it goes completely silent, quicker than a drop of a pin. you slam your mouth shut, quieting your inhales, and you slowly shift your stance into a running position, trying to use your hearing to tell what direction the wolf is coming from. you hear the rustle of a tree on your right, and you make to leap away into a run–but it’s too late.

you’re caught, large hands around your waist and a leg sweeps your own out from underneath you and takes you to the ground. a scream of surprise escapes from your chest but is cut off with a heavy hand laying over your mouth.

carlos is looming over you, kneeled in between your legs, bare as the day he was born, chest heaving, and pupils wide from the thrill and pleasure of a successful hunt. “caught you. i could hear your little heart racing in your chest.” he boasts.

carlos removes his hand only to replace it with his lips, and the passion he bathes your lips with fragments your mind. you can only part your lips and let him ruin you as he pleases. his plump lips suckle on yours before his tongue begins an eager exploration of your mouth–a desperate moan falls from his lips into yours. one of his hands comes to grasp at the curls on your head, tilting you for a better angle; and you raise one of yours to grasp at his shoulder for stability, but carlos startles away. an animalistic growl rumbles through his chest in dissent, and he grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, and pins them above your head.

you’re at a loss for words, unsure if you want to moan or plead to suck his dick, but carlos doesn’t give you a chance to decide.

he allows himself one last soul-sucking kiss, before he presses nips into your cheeks and jaw, leading towards your neck. carlos buries his nose deeply into the spot where your jaw meets your neck, and takes an excessive inhale of your scent. dios mio. the way you smell. delectable and rich soaked with lust and the dregs of fear still clinging in the surroundings. he gets to smell this for the rest of his life. another growl erupts possessively, and you can only moan depravedly at the sound.

carlos continues to lavish kisses on his way down your body, bruising them into your skin before soothing over with a pass of his tongue. the hand in your hair releases, coming down to allow him to grasp at your chest, brushing over your nipples in a quick motion; the lace scrapes against them and the feeling is paralyzing. he tugs the rossi corsa bra underneath your breasts, and they spill out over the top in a manner so obscene it forces another moan out of carlos. he ducks his head again, to tease at your nipples with his tongue, alternating between flicking and sucking at them randomly. he ignores your hips are rolling up, attempting to get some friction, and your hands in his wrists flexing and tugging to escape.

he frees your nipples from the assault of his lips, and starts sucking hickeys into your underboob with a pleased hum. the change in sensation and slight ache, has another scream bursting from your chest, it’s too much.

“c-c-carlos, c’mon! please, please—oh!” cutting yourself off with a gasp, as carlos abruptly pulls away, his large hand releasing your wrists, to scooch down and bully your legs open with a free hand and shoves his broad tanned shoulders between your thighs.

you’re dripping everywhere. the tops of your inner thighs are smeared with stickiness and you’ve created a wet spot on the cloak underneath you. a growl fully spills from carlos’ chest, shaking the air around you and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. he is an apex predator, you should at least be slightly terrified, but all you do is moan in response, more arousal leaking from you, and you start begging.

“carlos!p-please touch me! lobo mió—please, dont you wanna taste me? i want you to eat me,” you sob, “eat me out! you h-h-hunted me, take what you want!”

carlos laughs sharply at your obscenity, “oh? mi luna, you’re so bad, aren’t you? you should be scared of having my teeth so close to your pretty pussy, but here you are: begging, leaking, and your little hole winking and clenching at me, sí?”

you quickly agree, “yesyesyes, for you, for you, always. please carlos,” one of your hands flies down to grip at his hair and try and tug his mouth onto you. carlos snaps his teeth at you, and you quickly pull your hand away from his head, leaving it hovering in the air.

carlos growls, “don’t rush me, mi luna, i always take care of you, no?” you hum in agreement, both of your hands falling to your sides and gripping the grass next to you in anticipation.

carlos dips his head and swipes his tongue gently at your left inner thigh, and groans deeply. it’s your scent liquified; he licks his lips and smacks his mouth, savoring your slick. after that one sample he can’t help himself, he loses himself and makes it his personal mission to clean up every last drop of you that spilled. carlos’ mouth is sloppy, and he’s uncaring of how your thighs begin to shake in oversensitivity from the way his beard is scratching your thighs up, red lines appearing faintly on your brown skin. you start squirming away from his mouth, and carlos huffs, annoyed.

his hands switch to gripping the underside of your thighs, and he pushes them upwards near your chest, and commands, “stop moving, mi amor, or i’ll stop completely.” you moan a soft breathy okay, and your moan pitches into a sharp gasp. carlos runs his nose up your cunt parting the lips, more wetness spreading, before he pauses at your clit; and deeply inhales your scent from where it’s the richest. you cry, half bewildered and half humiliated, at your boyfriend eagerly sniffing at your warmth.

carlos rumbles out, “mierda, mi luna. mmm, so sweet—i cannot wait. i have to get in you, sí?” carlos doesn’t wait for a response and presses two fingers inside you. a cry escapes you at the sudden stretch, but your scent doesn’t sour with pain—carlos continues. he rushes through stretching you; his fingers scissoring you open methodically, consciously avoiding your g-spot. the squelching noises coming from your cunt, has tears gathering in your eyes in embarrassment, even though it’s fairly clear that carlos enjoys it.

his fingers slide out a minute later, and that same hand reaches for his dick to begin spreading your wetness over it. carlos hisses, and with a clenched jaw, he asks, “mi amor—estas lista (are you ready)?” his body is now vibrating with the force he’s holding himself back with, waiting for your approval.

your hands release the earth, blades of grass you ripped out of the ground falling from between your fingers, and motion carlos to come closer and lean over you, dwarfing your body completely, “yeah, lobo mio, fuck me.”

carlos whimpers, head falling to rest in your neck. his hand grasps tighter at the underside of your left thigh—a bruise forming already—and pushes it firmly to your chest, your right leg bends slightly and you press your knee to his hip, urging him forward.

carlos guides the head of his cock with a trembling hand to your cunt, and gently presses in. you sharply inhale, holding your breath, until the head pops in fully, causing both you and carlos to moan in pleasure. carlos continues sinking deeper within you as controlled and slowly as he can, not wanting to cause you any discomfort. however, you’re completely gone already. eyes shut in bliss, mouth open, drool already leaking from the corner of your lips. carlos lifts his head to read your expression, and smirks, you’re so easy for him.

he bottoms out, feeling how your walls squeeze him tightly, and flutter in desperation, like they can’t quite accommodate to his size. carlos waits patiently, chest heaving again from the strain of not taking you, and watches how you squirm underneath him, not knowing if you want to squirm away or closer. you adjust to his presence a handful of seconds later, and grind your hips up to feel the delicious drag of his dick inside of you. carlos’ eyes widen and a shocked groan escapes him before he rolls his own hips down to meet you.

carlos sets a quick pace from the beginning, he can’t be bothered with building up his speed slowly—he has a claim to lay on you; and to any other being in this forest who can smell how alluring you are, you’re his mate.

moans are being punched out of your chest with every one of his thrusts, harmonizing with his matching grunts of effort. your back is sliding against the grassy floor, and your shoved up with every one of his deep thrusts, and you sink your nails into his back in pleasure, and carlos growls into your ear at the feeling.

you manage to find words to praise your wolf, “s-so deep in me, carlos—yeahyeahyeah, deeper, baby, please—ah! faster, carlos, faster—“ and carlos does his best to fulfill your wishes; his mouth rests right next to your ear; his panting breaths, and moans only making you squeeze around him tighter.

he soon tires of your orders; he’s not doing his best if he hasn’t fucked the words out of you. carlos suddenly pulls out of you, and you cry out angrily with a furrowed brow, “no, carlos! don’t stop, what are you—“ and with a rough commanding tone, he interrupts you, “stop whining.” your mouth slams shut, the sound of your teeth clacking together mortifyingly loud, your eyes wide with shock.

carlos softens, patting at your hip gently to reassure you that he’s not angry. he then flips you over (cloak spread on the ground underneath you), up on your elbows and knees, and makes to mount you properly—like the wolf he really is. the air is thick, and with your back turned to him in such a vulnerable manner, adrenaline rushes through you again. carlos laughs down demeaningly at you, as your scent thickens even more with lust and smidge of fear.

rattled at his amusement, you try to push up onto your hands and knees, but carlos automatically pushes you back down, with a heavy, hot and veiny hand scruffing you at the base of your neck. you moan out highly, as carlos forces you back down to your elbows. he releases your neck and smooths his hand down to the small of your back to deepen your arch just the way he wants, and to pull your hips up to match.

all he says is, “now, you stay, just like that—and be a pretty hole for me.”

carlos bullies his dick back inside you, and doesn’t allow you any time to adjust in the this new position. he roughly pounds into you, now only caring about getting his release—he’ll make you cum after he’s thoroughly enjoyed his prize for hunting you down.

carlos’ grunts are animalistic, and his thrusts are too fast for you to try and buck back against him to match his rhythm; all you can do is sit pretty and take what he gives you—just like he said. you can only ramble out four words in between your moans; ‘carlos,’ ‘full,’ and ‘too deep.’ carlos rumbles approvingly at your chanting this time around, and pulls your hips back even closer to dig as deep as he can, uncaring of how you're trying to run from his thrusts.

your start babbling at the constant pressure and drag against your g-spot, he’s so deep, in this position, hitting areas he can only reach and causes your legs to give out. carlos’ hips don’t falter, as he catches you pulling you back up with a hand around your navel. and then his hips stutter in shock with a crude moan. he grabs one of your hands, causing you to fall flat on your face, head turned to the side with your cheek pressed to the cool red cloak—and guides it to your stomach and holds it there.

carlos resumes thrusting, and preens, “mmm, can you feel that, mi amor? i’m fucking you so deep—ah—you can feel it through your skin.” you can feel it, and the pressure from carlos pressing your hand on his own dick from outside of your body, has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face. your legs go limp again, but carlos isn’t fazed; he continues to hold your body up for you. “so good for me,” carlos rambles, “mio luna—my mate.”

abruptly, you feel it. the press of his knot against you, and in a sudden moment of clarity, you start to beg.

“—los! kn-knot, please! ‘arlos, breed—ahahah—breed me deep and full—oh!”

carlos gnashes his teeth, growling savagely, before he leans down and forcefully bites down at the back of your neck—not enough to break skin, but enough to remind you of his teeth for a few days. you shudder, air stolen from your lungs, and you have no choice but to cum.

carlos feels the way your pussy flutters around him, failing to push him out with your release flooding your thighs, and how it continues to drag him deeper within you in a hypnotizing motion to milk him dry. carlos struggles to thrust once, twice, thrice more times with how tightly your cunt is gripping him and shoves his cock as deep in you as possible without allowing his knot to slip in, filling you up nice and good—breeding you just like you wanted.

carlos rocks you two both through the aftershocks, ensuring his cum coats your insides thoroughly, only slowing to a stop when your combined release starts frothing at where the two of you are joined, and your hips start squirming away from him. he guides you back, sitting you on his lap, keeping himself inside you, as he rotates you to face him.

your makeup is ruined. mascara and eyeliner staining your cheeks with the tracks of your tears, red lipstick smudged on your brown skin, eyes wide and still glassy with moisture. carlos swipes his thumb around your lips, fading the smudges as best as he can.

you smile softly, and ask with a light tone, “wasn’t that fun, mi lobo?”

carlos can only laugh softly, and nod, “yes—i did not know that you would enjoy being bred on the forest floor that much.”

your cheeks flush again after they began to cool, and you smack carlos shoulder in embarrassment. your brow furrows, and your mouth drops into a pout, “why didn’t you knot me?”

carlos raises an eyebrow at you teasingly, “ah, sí! you were begging for it like whore—“

“carlos!”

“i’m joking, i’m joking, mi luna! of course you were begging, more like a slut for my knot than a bitch in h—“

“dios mio, carlos! your fucking mouth after you cum—jesus christ!”

he can only laugh harder, extra pleased at how he gets you to fluster so easily, even after he just railed you in the middle of the forest.

“ay, mi amor—i’ll stop, im sorry,” he starts still grinning cockily, “pero, i did not give you the knot you begged for so sweetly, because my rut is in three days, sí? and i can’t afford to bruise your pretty pussy with my hefty knot before then, no?”

you balk. carlos’s semi-annual rut is a force of its own, you're practically out of commission for a week after it, unable to close your legs from how raw it leaves you. his knot bruises your insides every time you take it, so he definitely made the smart decision by not folding to your cries of desperation.

the scent of the two of you's satisfaction permeates the air, intertwining with the smell of sex, and carlos can only lean forward to mouth at your neck to taste how well he took care of you tonight.

“mmm,” carlos hums, “now—do you want me to carry you back to our den so i can finally get my mouth on you and clean you up, or do you want me to make another mess of you right here, mi luna?”

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𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 ˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ wally darling

⚠ tags: sfw, mob au, yandere!wally, gn!singer!reader, power imbalance, discussions of violence

♡ synopsis: you’d be surprised how many fans you accrue as a small-time lounge singer. while this is usually a good thing, one of yours happens to rule half the city, so he isn’t exactly receptive to the word “no”.

♡ word count: 5,310

⛧ﾐ‧*･ﾟ the following content may be triggering to some. please proceed with caution! ･ﾟ*‧ミ⛧

a/n: hello!! ₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎ goshh, my very first post on this acc!! i haven’t posted fanfic in a hot minute but i’m suuuper excited to get back into it!! 💞 i have sooo many wips for this fandom, it was difficult to choose which one to finish first! credit to @/clownsuu for creating the au and for the lovely art!! i tweaked the concept a wee bit so that it takes place in a roger rabbit-esque world where puppets and humans live together unharmoniously (with a jessica rabbit inspired reader ofc >v>). it was a lot of fun trying to marry wally's canon personality with a Scary Mob Boss (*´ 艸`) i can't wait to post more!! what are y'all's favourite aus? let me know!! ･*･:≡(　ε:)

There’s a rose on your vanity.

The sight of it snuffs out your high spirits, irritation igniting in its place– and it was such a good day, too! You and the girls were perfectly in sync for your entire performance, bolstered by the unusually affable audience; you even rewarded them with a sneak peek of new material, which made them go wild!

Dreams of stomping it beneath your heel stew in your head as you drop it in the faience vase at the rim of the mirror, where a crinkled, beige-tipped rose droops against the rim. Why not break the vase too? An idea that’s crossed your mind too many times, and while it gets harder to resist with each flower, you endure it. They’re presents, after all, and you doubt your admirer would take kindly to the news that you’ve trashed them. You’re certain one of his minions would obtain the evidence, if not witness you do it; you can’t pinpoint the extent to which they survey you, but the crawling sensation of eyes on your back crops up often, and obviously they have no problem barging into your dressing room to play delivery service.

Sighing, you comb through your rolling rack to pick a suitable outfit to change into. Most of the articles hanging are also gifts, but you’ve made sure to keep some of your own hard-earned clothes here out of sheer spite. A burgundy cashmere number has just slipped into your grasp when the door bursts open.

“How’s that for a show?! And what a great crowd, a whole buncha dolls! Or– well, puppets– and humans! Hahaha!”

Lottie skips in with her usual energy, the bell on her collar jingling alongside the clack of her Mary Janes. You hate that their manager mandates the bells as a part of their costumes, as if puppets being treated like second-class citizens wasn’t enough. “You wanna make money or not? It’s part of the appeal! You know, Mary Had A Little Lamb and all that!” is what he told you after one of your countless tirades regarding his treatment of them, but the sleazy smirk wrapped around his cheap cigarette allowed you to read between the lines. As much as you despise that man, it’s not your business to judge the trio for staying contracted with him. Mottie’s recalled to you how difficult it was to hire a manager at all, and you suppose you have to (begrudgingly) thank him for bringing them into your life, since he’s the one who bagged them the backup singer gig.

A swell of color in your peripheral lets you know that she’s come near, but you don’t bother diverting attention from your search. This is such a common occurrence between you two that pleasantries are no longer required.

“And they were mighty generous with the tips! So me and the gals was thinking we should go somewhere to… celebrate…”

Hearing her trail off, you turn to find her staring at the new rose, her once-perky ears fallen limp. You click your tongue, remorse prickling your heart, though you’ve done nothing wrong.

“I’ll be alright, Lottie. Here,” You grab a wad of bills from your personal tip jar and fold them into her hand. “You take your sisters somewhere nice, my treat. As an apology for having to skip out tonight.”

When she doesn’t move from her spot, merely pouting at you with big, glistening eyes full of concern, you swaddle her in a hug. Fleecy strands of shell pink hair tickle your nose as she nestles her snout into your shoulder, squeezing you like a lifebuoy. Having her in your arms is a vital reminder as to why you continue to put up with everything. Lottie, Dottie and Mottie are your beloved friends– your family when you had none– and you are willing to do whatever is necessary to build a life with them.

“Are ya sure?”

“Positive. And if that bug gives you even a whiff of trouble, you come get me right away, got it?”

She laughs, the sound a balm to the ache of your worries. “He never gives us any trouble– n’fact, I haven’t heard ‘im say a single word!”

“Good. At least one of them has manners. Now go have fun!”

After a few more hugs and a promise to relay your apology to her sisters, she trots towards the entrance. Halfway through it, she pauses.

“Promise ya’ll play nice?”

An involuntary grimace twists your face, which you smooth immediately.

“I was planning on it,” you concede, earning an exhale of relief from Lottie.

“Thanks. Honestly, I’m kinda worried...” She leans against the doorframe, gaze trained on the checkered floor. “I see more and more of that Napoleon-wannabe’s goons lately. Do ya think he’s gettin’ antsy? It’s been real quiet since that incident with Dorelaine.”

Ah, the incident. It happened a handful of months ago; he refused to go into specifics, but what you’ve gathered from his gnomic recount and various news stories is that their rival organization– led by Ronald Dorelaine, a human man– planted explosives somewhere important, racking up thousands in damages and dismembering several puppets, left to be mended with those horrific stitches. You didn’t receive another rose until several weeks afterwards.

“I can’t be sure,” you admit. “He doesn’t tell me much about the goings-on of the ‘family’, not that I care to know. But I noticed he’s been more wound up lately… maybe they’re going to retaliate?”

A visible shudder travels through Lottie, and she tosses her head as if to ward off the gravity of your predicament. It was easier to ignore the implications when there wasn’t an active turf battle.

“You’re right, we should stay as far as we can from that nasty business. Wear the red, then. To butter ‘im up a little.” She offers you a conflicted half-smile, most likely holding herself back from proposing a makeover, before sidling out the door.

Glowering, you follow the advice, shucking your tight, shimmering stage outfit for the cozy cashmere you were eyeing before. Like I need to be reminded of his favorite color. I’ve practically lived in red since I met him. It inexplicably fits like a glove, as do all of the clothes you've been bestowed; for the sake of your sanity, you prevent yourself from delving too far into that subject.

As you fix the little bits of your appearance that got mussed up during your performance, you can’t help but contemplate hiding in your room until morning, even though you know it wouldn’t work– and you’d have to pay for a broken front door. Once every speck of lint has been removed and your ensemble is flawless, you steel your resolve with a hard look in the mirror. If things go south, at least you’ll make a gorgeous open casket.

You step into your shoes and out of the dressing room, swiping your bag and a matching hat from the plethora that dangle on knobs affixed to the wall along the way. The haze that eternally permeates the lounge envelops you as you walk, no longer springing tears to your eyes like it did so long ago, when you were a starry-eyed fledgling. Upon entering the foyer, you call out to the owner, Gene, who’s counting the register behind the bar.

“Hey, I’m heading out!”

“Geez, you’re in a hurry! Got a hot date or what?”

“Something like that,” you breathe, your nerves relighting tenfold now that you’re so close to the outside.

“Ahh, I getcha.” His amusement is clear, construing an innuendo within your words that is absolutely not there, but you’d rather die than clarify. “You did a great job today, you deserve it!”

Somehow, your admirer has managed to limbo directly under Gene’s nose; thus far he’s made no indication that he’s aware he has a very important patron. For a moment, you observe him, and see how he absentmindedly rubs the pocket of his button-up– where a polaroid of his two children is safely tucked away– and you decide that it’s probably for the best.

“Thanks, Gene. Have a good one.”

“You too!”

His reply barely reaches you as you cross the threshold from the comfort of your work into the cold, pensive night. A luckier soul may have suffered a fright when greeted with the colossal figure standing below the street light, carved with shadow, but it’s a familiar sight to you now. An inconspicuous black car is parked behind him.

“Hi Howdy.”

“Evening, Mx.” He bows slightly, whisking open the sleek passenger door which you reluctantly slide inside.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that. I do have a name.” It’s true. Being addressed formally by such an important figure imbues you a with a sick feeling, like he’s won, and you’ve already been initiated into this fucked up institution.

Though he waits for you to finish speaking before shutting you in, he doesn’t grace you with a response; not that you were expecting one. In all the times he’s escorted you to these duress-dates, as you’ve taken to calling them, he’s remained stoic to a mechanical degree, acknowledging your presence and nothing more. Thrashing, crying, screaming– you’ve tried everything to escape, and have never elicited a reaction more severe than that of a tired parent handling a tantrum. If you resist, he simply manhandles you. It’s hardly a fair match, with him having 4 arms and several feet of height on you, so you opt to reserve your energy for dealing with his headache of a boss.

When he hauls his many limbs onto the driver’s seat, the car lurches, too small to accommodate a puppet of his stature; he has to hunch forward to see the windshield, antennae pushed flat. You lean back and vacantly turn towards the window, wondering if cars big enough for someone like him to drive comfortably even exist while the engine rumbles to life.

The umbrous cityscape passes you by, inklings of humans and puppets flashing in and out of the darkness like ghosts. Thick boughs of red and green tinsel are strung across a few lamp posts, but by the end of the season they’ll all be covered. Dottie’s already triple checked that you and her sisters have one day of the annual Christmas market off, even though you strike the same deal with Gene every year; the four of you get Saturday, then he gets Sunday to take his family. It’s one of your favorite times of the year, if only because you get to experience the aura of wonder that enlivens Lottie when the first snow falls, Mottie’s timid wheedling to attend The Nutcracker, and Dottie’s alphabetically-organized checklist of fun winter activities.

Those cheerful thoughts are wiped away as Howdy turns into a private garage attached to a sleek, angular skyscraper. He parks in the spot nearest to the entrance, the first in a row of spaces labeled with metal “Reserved for Staff” signs, and circles the car to let you out. The sensation of him gingerly lifting you comes with no alarm; he always assists you up the concrete stairs leading to the elevator, as if you’re so physically inept you can’t handle 3 tiny steps. You assume his needless precaution is for the same reason he hasn’t beaten you yet despite defying him so often: boss’s orders.

With a reedy knell, the elevator glides open, and Howdy signals for you to go ahead. Once you’re both inside, he inserts a key and presses the button for the uppermost level. Expecting a noiseless ride, you tune into the low muzak emitting from the speakers, which makes you miss the first time he calls you.

“Mx.”

Startled, you swivel towards him. His steadfast profile is unreadable.

“Boss doesn’t know you’ve opposed him so vehemently in the past. Please keep that in mind tonight.”

The entrance broaches before you can interrogate him as to what the hell he means, granting you entry to a luxury penthouse laved in gold, ivory, and– of course– red. A glimmering chandelier suspends from the ornamental ceiling, bathing the antique furniture in an amber glow. If you hadn’t just ridden up the elevator, you would have assumed such a lavish drawing room belonged to an old mansion.

It’s something straight out of a romance novel, except instead of a chiseled, broody Italian, it’s a short puppet sitting at the marble-topped dining table. He lounges at the head in a slate blue silk suit with its jacket buttoned to the top; an honor seemingly reserved solely for you, because it’s the only way you’ve seen him wear it, despite street tales describing the way it billows from his shoulders as he stalks the town. Revealed by its plunged neckline is the collar of a white dress shirt embossed with rainbow pinstripes, and a red ascot neatly tied and pulled askant around his throat.

Wally Darling, in the felt: kingpin of The Neighborhood, and resident thorn in your side.

When you arrive, he rises to meet you, dismissing Howdy with a pointed glance; you’ve learned that the relationship between a crime lord and his loyal bandog transcends language. You watch him as he leaves through a pair of swinging doors to the left, his cryptic advice-slash-warning heavy on your mind.

And so, you find yourself alone with the most dangerous man in the city– puppet or otherwise.

“Good evening, dearest. I hope my gift found you well.”

The concept of personal space might as well be Greek to Wally, since he hasn’t once respected it from the day you had the misfortune of making his acquaintance. He crowds so close that you have to crane your neck to see his face, the heat emanating from him eliciting shivers in your chill-soaked body.

“Yes, thank you. It was quite a lively night,” you chirp, wielding a civil smile.

Although the contours of his wispy, coiffed curls only reach your ribs, he extends his arm to you, which you take with such a featherlight hold that you barely brush his sleeve. Rather than leading you to the dining table like you expected, you’re guided towards a small lounge area to the side, the crackling croon of Billie Holiday wafting over from a refurbished stereo console in the corner. Oh, great. He’s feeling sentimental.

“Would you indulge me with a dance before dinner?”

Don't have much of a choice, do I?

“I’d love to.”

Dancing with Wally is funny, in an ironic sort of way; it certainly caught you off guard the first time he asked. When you envision dancing with a powerful, deadly mobster, you think of being swept away, wrapped snugly by strong arms and a dastardly smirk, or perhaps something more courtly, like a waltz steered by a polite hand on your waist. Turns out both versions are incorrect.

Muscle memory ushers your arms open, and Wally falls into the space in between them– literally. Slack against you, his full weight is heftier than his height would imply, but not physically uncomfortable– emotionally and morally, however, are another story. An air of pure peace washes over him as his cheek nuzzles the underside of your chest, arms limp at his sides; you swear you even hear a little trill. Your face burns, but you say nothing as you begin to sway faintly to the beat, tracing a loop with your feet as you traipse along. Wally follows easily, tethered by the reluctant cage of your embrace.

“Do you remember the night we met?”

The query is felt more than heard, his gentle monotone muffled by the downy fabric of your garb. You huff softly to yourself, rustling a few gel-slick strands atop his pompadour.

“How could I forget?”

The day the infamous Mr. Darling appeared in your club, his two largest henchmen in tow, is burned into your brain like a regrettable tattoo; Gene was off, so you were covering entertainment for the night while the sisters managed the bar and floor. As you were singing the very song playing now, you detected a curious hush that had overtaken the throng of guests, and strained to cut through the stage glare and cigarette fog to locate the cause. Tracking the audience, who were all regarding the bar with varying amounts of subtlety, you nearly dropped the microphone when you saw the broad blue back of Barnaby B. Beagle, someone you’d only heard of in gossip. He gesticulated as he spoke boisterously to poor Mottie, who was as white as a sheet behind the counter. Situated a slight ways away was Howdy Pillar, who stood as motionless as a statue with both sets of forelimbs fastened behind him.

And then you noticed him. A puppet no more than 4 feet tall, but whose oppressive presence commanded full attention. He paid no mind to the (one-sided) conversation between his colleague and your friend– no, he was staring right at you. Boring into you so acutely that you felt pinned, compelled somehow to continue singing until the final note trickled away.

As if a spell had been broken, you leapt from the platform and scurried to Mottie, who stayed petrified even when you tried to covertly nudge her to the side. How avidly you wished a fissure would open beneath their shoes and swallow them whole; but, armed with years of appeasing difficult and sordid customers, you spoke.

“Evening, fellas. I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Barnaby, who had stopped talking when you rounded the bar, bellowed a laugh.

“Fellas?! Is that any way to greet the boss and I?"

He tilted forward with menacing glee, propped up by furry elbows as his claws scraped the laminate countertop. Each of his fangs were as big as your nose.

"Dontcha know who we are, toots? Or do ya just need a refresher on respect?"

The acrid smoke from his cigar blew directly into your face, making spikes of anger bubble in your belly as you choked back a cough. Just when you felt composed enough to reply, a surprisingly mellow voice chimed in.

"It's alright, Barnaby."

The shock slacking his jaw mirrored yours, although you hid it under a mask of cool indifference. You dared a glance at Mr. Darling, but the pressure of his peer chased your gaze back to Barnaby, who grumbled as he straightened back up. It was difficult to stay trained on his good eye, but you soldiered on. Fear was not something you could afford to show, and you knew you'd crumble if you peeked at the fabled gaping socket that he stapled open himself.

"I don't suppose you're Gene Clifton, aged 54, father of two, owner of this joint?" He joked, recovered from the flub.

"No, sir, but my banker would sure be happy if I was. Can I take down a message?"

"A message! I love this bird!" Snickering cruelly, he waved a flippant paw. "Y'should try that material on stage sometime, might bring ya more customers than the singing bit."

You sucked a sharp inhale up your nose. Serenity now.

"See, here's the problem. This is family territory, and in return for our protection, we charge a teensy fee. Now, we ain't unreasonable– we've sent ole Gene a few letters. And what’s our thanks for such humble hospitality? Zilch."

Oh dear. Gene doesn't bother investigating any mail the lounge receives before tossing it because it’s typically adverts. He definitely would've noted The Neighborhood's seal if he did. Regardless, the frank abuse of power only fanned your annoyance, obscuring your better judgment.

"What protection? I don't recall seeing any of your members patrolling outside. Besides, we didn’t ask for protection."

Mottie snapped towards you, looking as though she might faint. The corner of Barnaby's mouth twitched skyward, like he was hoping you'd argue, but his boss beat him to the punch.

"We can reach an agreement, I’m sure. I'd hate to see a family establishment go under, especially when they have such lovely entertainment."

Apparently Wally was so smitten that he'd accept your company in lieu of money, and so the agreement (if you can even call it that, since you were coerced) was this– whenever a rose was delivered to you, you'd attend a rendezvous with him. When you returned to your dressing room later that evening, you discovered the first gift of several: your vase.

“I knew because of your eyes.”

The floral wallpaper in front of you shifts back into focus, Wally’s voice shaking you from your recollection.

“Pardon?”

“That night, you drew me in; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else, least of all a petty protection tax. And I knew I had to have you when I met your eyes.” He sounds dreamy, reminiscing as you were before, though his framing of events is worlds apart from your own; he recalls a destined encounter with his future partner, whereas you mark it the day your wings were clipped for good.

“They shone like stars, even through the smog.”

It’s only after he’s finished that you realize you’ve stopped moving, wrapped in an intimate hug like true lovers. A strange mix of pride and disgust floods you at the compliment, stomach flip-flopping rapidly.

He untangles from you, receding so that only your hands remain connected. The newfound distance eases some of your tension, but to your horror, you find yourself mourning the loss of the husky scent of his cologne. Loath as you are to admit it, the bastard smells amazing: a dark, leathery swirl of apples and saffron that you’d buy out if someone turned it into a candle.

“Let’s not delay any longer. You must be starving.”

True to his gentlemanly veneer, he seats you at the table before settling himself. You don’t see him call, but a server emerges immediately from the doors through which Howdy left with a tray of appetizers.

There are two graces you award Wally Darling: his excellent taste in cologne, and his staff’s Michelen-quality fare. Though they adopt the four courses typical of fine dining, the dishes are more grounded, toeing the border between grandma and Gordon Ramsay perfectly. Truthfully, you’re not even sure what to categorize it as; virtually everything is transfigured into a jello, pie, or salad, harkening back to the post-war cookbooks you used to gawk at as a child in your late mother’s library. The yellowed pictures in those books appeared extremely unappetizing, but somehow The Neighborhood makes it work.

It could be because of an illusive member named Poppy, one of the 7 who make up Wally’s illustrious inner circle. She’s scarcely seen due to her fretful and skittish nature, but Wally lauds her cooking and baking skills, regaling you in the past with plenty of kitchen mishaps that occurred when she tried to decompress by experimenting with recipes and was interrupted by their more excitable comrades. If you remember correctly, he once told you that most of the menus in rotation were created by her.

The nature of these duress-dates is wholly dependent on Wally’s mood– if he’s happy, then he’ll gladly chat your ear off about frivolous happenings in his and his friends’ private lives, though he takes care to be shrewd with any details that dive too deep into the murky underbelly lying just below. If he’s unhappy, then they can be utterly unbearable; his mere existence puts you on edge, so it’s exponentially worse when he’s out of sorts, tone curt and glare fierce.

Thankfully, he’s amiable tonight. The first 3 courses march on without incident, and painless conversation flows between the two of you, even if he does most of the talking– you’re not exactly eager to share more than you have to. It’s when the server presents dessert that things go awry.

“Say, how are those triplets you work with doing?” Wally says, spooning at the Bananas Foster. “I haven’t had the pleasure of catching a performance since our mishap a while back. So much paperwork, so little time, you know how it is.”

The mention of both your friends and the aforementioned Dorelaine incident have you bristling reflexively, but you do your best to tamp it down.

“They’re well, overall. Sometimes it’s difficult for them– their manager’s a real piece of work, and we get all types at the lounge.”

“I see…”

He lets out a long “hmmmm”, like he’s reflecting on this information.

“My family has also come upon hard times. It can be… trying, sometimes, to guide my children. Especially now, when we are under unjust attack.” He confesses, wistfully resting his chin on a thread-scarred palm. “Every family requires a head, but what is a head without a neck?”

Unjust my ass. Still, the weird metaphor confuses you.

“A neck?”

At that, his catlike grin only grows. What is he talking about?

“Yes, a neck; that is, someone who supports the head. I care for my family, so it’s only right I am cared for in return, wouldn’t you say?”

Though the phrasing is puzzling, you’re fairly confident you can infer what he’s purposefully dangling in front of you, and oh, it makes your stomach plummet. Sweat breaks out underneath your suddenly-sweltering outfit; it's as if you've been tied to a railroad and have managed to divert the train through pure will for a year, but now it's steamrolling square for you. The anxiety of impending doom renders you mute, unable to piece together a coherent thought.

Taking your silence in stride, Wally leans forward, intense as he grasps your hand in both of his own. The yellow fuzz does nothing to help how clammy you feel.

“What I mean to say is, I think that it’s time to settle down."

No.

“Wh– what? Settle down how?”

“To get married, silly.”

You’re unable to help the gasp that escapes you. No, no, no!

“Get married? You mean– to me?!”

“Of course. I’ve been courting you all this time, haven’t I?”

You sputter, and he rubs your hand as if to soothe you. His many gold rings gleam under the chandelier, teasing a glimpse of your fate.

“I know in the beginning you weren’t receptive to the idea of this life, but I've shown you that I can provide for you better than anyone else.”

Your expression must betray your surprise, because he chuckles– a slow, stilted sound that sends gooseflesh blooming across your skin.

“You thought I didn’t know? Howdy may not have reported it– which I’ll rectify in due time– but I have eyes everywhere, dear. You’re quite the talented actor, though.”

That trademark simper melts into something beguiling; he cradles you as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held.

“I love you, and I will take care of you, as I ask you to do for me. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

An inviting facade of genuine affection, so ardent that you almost want to believe it. Wouldn’t that be the easiest path to take? To surrender to the hand that feeds, because where it strangles others, it caresses you sweetly? It’s more tempting than you’d ever divulge, because underneath the armor of aplomb you've so carefully forged, you're exhausted. This burden has been yours alone to bear– and what a bear it is, because if you mess up, the people you love could be injured, or worse. So much worse.

Perhaps sensing an opening, Wally continues.

“Be reasonable. The family welcomes you with open arms! Haven’t you missed having a family?"

The words stab you right through the heart, and your waning resolve springs back tenfold by the fury that ruddies your vision. When you rip your hand away, he makes no move to stop you.

"My friends are my family. I don’t want anyone else, especially not murderers!” You snarl. “You kill people– and torture and maim them! How can you expect me to accept this?!"

"All in a day's work when cleaning up the city, unfortunately," Wally hums. "I wish we didn't have to resort to such things, but you must understand. As it is, puppets are treated as less than, and hardship runs rampant for both humans and puppets alike. You’ve experienced these firsthand.” With the elegance of a master conman, he touches his chest in mock respire. “All we wish to do is provide a safe haven for those in need– somewhere to rest your bones, enjoy a hot meal, and where everyone accepts you as their own. A home.”

You abruptly stand up, feeling like you’re wound so taut that you could erupt at any moment. The mahogany chair behind you tips over from the force, striking the floor with a leaden thud, though the sound is deafened by the blood rushing in your ears.

“Bullshit! You don’t have to start a gang to combat discrimination or help suffering people! Maybe that spiel works on the poor saps you trick into doing your dirty work, but it won’t work on me. The answer is no.”

All is still for a moment as you struggle to calm your heaving breaths, trembling and locked in a quiet stalemate with Wally, who’s as relaxed as ever. Your attention flits from his right eye to where the left would be, if not for the lesion carved from a notch above his eyelid to an inch below, giving the illusion that what lies beneath is impaled.

Oh shit.

The magnitude of what just transpired comes crashing down as your adrenaline flushes out. After playing it safe for months– stomaching unwanted exorbitant gifts, being tailed by his employees, and rousted to innumerous “dates”– you just rejected Wally Darling in the most aggressive way possible. So you do the only thing that might garner you a chance to make it out of this alive: run.

You’re halfway across the room when 4 thick arms suddenly wrangle and force you to halt, a scream ripping itself from your throat out of fear. Can this motherfucker teleport now?! How the hell did he get here so fast?? Thrashing, you throw your head back to search Howdy’s face, desperate for an ounce of the sympathy he’d offered in the elevator, but it is in vain; his stony visage is impenetrable, as though it had never wavered.

“How about you sleep on it, hm? Think about all of your options. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to those little lambs when their adorable shepherd isn’t around to protect them.”

Delicate fingers cup your jaw, making you freeze as Wally stretches up to plant a faux-kiss on your cheek, complete with a small “mwah!”. You scowl daggers at him as he collects your hat from where it flew to the floor, dusts it off, and lovingly places it back on your head before giving you a few pats.

“Aw, don’t be that way, darling. I truly meant what I said; you have beautiful eyes. I can hardly wait to try one on.”

With a snap, you’re hauled over Howdy’s back and spirited out of the room, presumably to be transported to wherever you’ll be staying. Hopefully not Wally’s quarters.

It’s all too much; you feel like you’re trapped in a nightmare. How else did you expect this to end? You’re not sure. With all of the awful things he’s done, forcing you into marriage is not beyond him. You just thought you’d have more time: to plan, to save up enough money to take the girls and race to the hills.

Tears gather on your waterlines, and the minute your mouth wobbles, they spill ceaselessly. Full-bodied sobs wrack you, the pain of Howdy’s shoulder jutting into your midsection compounding the profound ache of sorrow. All this time, you’ve been trying to fight, but there was no fight to be had; it ended the moment his eyes found yours across the lounge that day.

#🐇 penned #🌈🖼️ wh #feat. some random ocs i made up for the sake of the fic #welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #x reader #reader-insert #yandere x reader #i love randomly throwing in ronald dorelaine #cause we have no idea who he is or what he's like #so he can be whatever i need him to be #yandere wally darling #yandere wally darling x reader #welcome home mob au #clownsuu

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bratzforchris · 1 month

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hi! can I have fluffy smut w/ johnnie please?! like similar to the the more feminine reader headcanons where they’re wearing a new pink set and tease him while he’s streaming or something!? thank you! love all ur content btw! 🖤🤍

Tease

Summary: Dropping lunch off at Johnnie's desk results in much more than just a quick hug and a kiss

Pairing: CEO!Johnnie x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), semi public sex (?), face fucking, hair pulling, quickie

Word Count: 923

A/N: I'm sorry this request took so long to get out, anon, but I hope it's worth the wait! Also, I know I strayed from the prompt a tad, but I saw this photo of Johnnie and couldn't resist :p Enjoy!!

It was a well known fact that your boyfriend, Johnnie, was one of the biggest entertainment CEOs in Los Angeles. Having originally started out as a YouTuber himself, he had ended up coming up with the idea of creating a talent agency specifically for YouTubers, which had led to an enormous company empire that quickly had him wrapped up in all kinds of company calls, business meetings, and the like. Managing famous influencers such as Tarayummy, Larray, and the Sturniolo Triplets was never easy work by any means, but you and Johnnie both always put in the effort to make sure that you two got time together for your relationship.

Like now for example. You were riding in the private, glass elevator of the corporation’s building to the top floor, in which Johnnie’s private office was. Despite keeping your relationship relatively private and quiet, you were known throughout the company as Johnnie’s girlfriend and the secretary on the ground floor had seamlessly shooed you into the CEO’s private elevator. You stepped out onto Johnnie’s floor, clutching the takeout bag in your hand tighter. Your boyfriend had a bad habit of forgetting to pack lunch or eat when he was wrapped up at work, so you had decided to bring him lunch from his favorite cafe as both a way to see him and get a quick ‘I love you’ and as a way to make sure he was staying healthy.

You stepped into his private hallway, adjusting your half-shoulder shirt. Your lacy, pink bra peeked out from underneath the fabric, adding a touch of brightness to the modern, gray and white hallway. You walked towards the grand door that had a silver plaque reading ‘Guilbert’ on it. You knocked quickly, calling out. “It’s me, hun.”

Within a few seconds, Johnnie had opened the door, a tired smile on his face. “I wasn’t expecting you today, my love.”

“I thought I’d bring you lunch,” You smiled, stepping into his office and closing the door behind you. “I know how you can get when you’re busy.” You said gently, kissing his cheek and setting the takeout bag on his desk.

Johnnie looked you up and down as he sat back down in his chair, running his hands through his hair. “Thank you, baby, but I think this,” he paused to gesture at your flowy, white shirt, pink bra, and pink miniskirt. “Is a much better gift.”

You blushed, sitting down on his lap. “Whatcha working on?”

Your boyfriend sighed, clearing some papers off his desk and refreshing his computer. “A lot. Everyone seems to be wanting to change their business model right now.” he sighed.

You pouted, not liking how Johnnie’s face was creased with stress, or how rigid his muscles were with anxiety. “I’m sorry, baby.” You hummed softly, not-so-secretly adjusting yourself on his lap.

Johnnie let out an involuntary moan as he looked at you, blue eyes growing wide with arousal at the way you were practically teasing him with that bra strap and your girly little outfit. He held your hips as his boner grew, whimpering softly.

“I have a meeting in fifteen.” he groaned, rather frustrated that he didn’t have all the time in the world to hike that little skirt up and bend you over his desk.

“That’s enough time for me.” You smiled sweetly, looking up at him with doe eyes as you slid off his lap.

You began to undo Johnnie’s belt and trousers, making quick work of getting his pants off. By the time you were done, his dick had sprung free and was already throbbing with arousal, the tip glistening with pre cum. You began to fist him softly with one hand, upping the teasing before you began to slide your tongue across his tip. Johnnie moaned, thrusting his hips forward and tangling his hands in your hair, eager for your pretty little mouth to relieve his stress.

As you took all of him into your mouth, Johnnie moaned when his tip hit the back of your throat. He began to pull your hair as you made him feel good, your head bobbing as you sucked and licked his cock. Johnnie thought you looked absolutely adorable with your angelic looks and big eyes looking at him as you worked him. The familiar feeling of orgasm built in his stomach and he moaned, thrusting himself towards your face again and again.

It wasn’t long before he came, throwing his head back with a loud grunt as thick, white ropes of cum shot into your mouth and down your throat. You pulled off Johnnie’s cock with a pop, smiling as you swallowed and wiped your mouth. “Feeling less stressed now?” You asked with a giggle.

Johnnie leaned forward to kiss your forehead, simultaneously fixing his pants and hair, seeing as how the clock said he had three minutes until his meeting. “A lot less stressed,” he smiled softly. “You’re the best, darling.”

You blushed under the praise, straightening your own clothes. “I really love you, you know that? And I’m sorry for teasing you with my outfit.” You giggled.

“I’m sure you are,” Johnnie rolled his eyes playfully, pinching your ass. “I love you, baby. Thank you for the food.”

You bid Johnnie a goodbye as he took the phone call for his meeting. As you stepped out into the hallway once again, you began to plot ways to make Johnnie feel even less stressed once he got home. In fact, you were never truly done teasing him.

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so i checked out your guidelines and you said that you like plot to be included too so i hope this isn't too much for you.

R is 11 here if that's okay with you.

can i ask you to write an avengers x teen!reader where tony adopts a kid from foster care and the team is trying to get her to open up but she locks herself in her room because she's used to moving from home to home or being abused in the system so she's scared to do anything normal like interact and stuff like that. when they showed her room on the first day she was hesitant to go in bc she's used to poor treatment. Wanda and Nat are the first ones to notice her behavior and they point it out to the rest of the team. they come up with a plan to help her but it only pushes her further away from them bc she isn't used to that much attention. they decide that when she's ready she'll come to them so one game night she tip toes downstairs and peaks in the living room to see them having a good time. wanda or vision senses her energy and she tries to silently sneak back but they invite her in and she reluctantly joins them. she isn't too familiar with the games they're playing so they teach her then afterwards they watch a bunch of movies and they're glad they can give her the family she never had.

Family

Summary: Sometimes it takes a while to find your true family.

Pairing: Avengers x teen!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1116

a/n: This is not too much at all! Thank you for the request :) (I’m sorry this is terrible)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Walking into an entirely new surroundings is always anxiety inducing, but it’s especially scary when the people leading you to your so called new room are the world’s mightiest heroes.

There’s two men and two women in front of her, she knows who they are, of course, but she isn’t going to bring it up. Surely they have already sensed it.

One of the men, Iron Man, or Tony, as he told her to call him, is talking constantly. His hands are moving up and down, side to side as he gestures to different rooms and what’s in them. He is walking right in front of her, creating a sort of barrier between them. Wanda on the other hand, is walking next to her, occasionally glancing down at her.

Y/N keeps her eyes on Tony’s back. She doesn’t want to look anyone in the eyes or seem too fearful by mapping out the place.

“And this here,” Tony stops walking and opens a door, “is your room.” He turns to look at her with a big grin.

Not moving, Y/N stares inside the room. The four of them keep looking at her, waiting to see her reaction, but they get none.

Tony clears her throat. “You can go in, kid.” With small steps, she goes into the room. “We know it’s a bit empty, but you just tell me whatever you need and want, and I’ll buy it.”

She doesn’t need anything. It’s not like this room will be hers for long. It’s usual for her to stay in a home for a month at best. So, it’s better to not get attached to anything or anyone.

Wanda has a frown on her face as she watches Y/N set down her tiny bag. She’s worried of the girl, but puts those feelings on the side, this is a big change after all.

“Should we leave you to settle in?” Steve speaks up when the silence starts to drag on for a long time. “Someone could come get you when dinner is ready.”

With a nod from Y/N, the four of them close the door and leave her alone with her thoughts. With no one around, she lets out a deep breath and starts inspecting the room. It’s bigger than any other room she has had, and cleaner.

It’ll definitely be harder to leave this room behind when the time eventually comes.

After two very uneventful days, Natasha and Wanda have started talking with the other Avengers how Y/N doesn’t seem to get better, even though they’re giving her plenty of space. So, they decide to try another approach.

Wanda knocks on the door with a huge smile. Some of the other team members are behind her with boxes.

Opening the door only slightly, Y/N peeks through the gap. “Hi!” Wanda waves. “We got you something, if you could open the door a bit more?” Her voice is gentle and on the quieter side.

Y/N opens the door properly. Her eyes widen when she noticed the others and all the boxes waiting there. “We bought you some furniture and decorations.” Natasha brings one of the boxes in the room. “Obviously, we don’t know for sure what you like, but I think we got some good stuff.”

She stays frozen on her spot, out of the way, staring at the others walking in and out of the room. There are so many of them at the same time. Y/N doesn’t understand what they’re doing. Is this a test?

In fear of being punish for a wrong reaction, she decides to not react at all. Her hands are shaking behind her back, but she doesn’t let them see her fear. She just stares at them with a stoic expression.

“What do you think?” Wanda asks once the things are set. “You can obviously change things around if they aren’t to your liking, but this is a good start, yeah?” When Y/N just nods mutely, Wanda’s smile falls.

A silence falls over the room. Very uncomfortable and heavy silence. “Well,” Natasha clears her throat. “We’ll let you be.”

When the door closes, Wanda and Natasha glance at each other. “That didn’t work out the way I wanted.” Wanda mumbles. “I really thought that’d help her get out of her shell.”

“Maybe we just need to let her be.”

She huffs. “I know, it’s just so difficult when I can basically hear her worries.”

“It’ll happen, lets just do it on her terms.”

A week goes by where it almost seems like Y/N pulled into her shell even more. She wouldn’t speak to anyone, or even want to physically be in the same room as someone else. One of the team members always had to go knock on her door and leave a plate of food in front of it, so she would eat.

Most of the team got back into their regular routines, though their worry stayed the same, but they couldn’t stand outside her door forever. Wanda and Natasha would talk to her through the door at times, even if the conversation was fully one sided.

Today, the Avengers decided to spend the evening playing different board games. It’s not unusual for them, as they like to do bonding activities together.

Tony knocked on Y/N’s door to ask her to join them, but only got a small head shake as an answer. However, after an hour and a half, Y/N opens the door carefully.

She sneaks towards the living room, being cautious not to make any noise. Stopping right before the room, she peaks in. All the team members are laughing and shouting together.

Y/N takes deep breaths to calm herself down, these kind of situations still make her incredibly nervous. Suddenly, Wanda turns to look at her.

Her eyes turn wide and she is just about to turn away to go back to her room’s safety, but Wanda speaks up before she can. “Hey, sweetheart. Do you want to join us?” Now some of the others turn to look at her.

With hesitance, Y/N starts walking towards them. They’re surprised by this, but try their best not to show it. “We’re playing Monopoly. You ever played it?” Tony asks as Y/N sits between Wanda and Natasha.

“No.”

“That’s alright, we’ll teach you.” Wanda smiles, putting one more pawn to the board.

Y/N stays quiet for quite some time during the game night, but when the evening goes on, she starts initiating conversation more and even leans on Wanda’s side at times.

Maybe this family is different after all, it certainly isn’t ordinary.

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Hey Everyone! So now that I officially have the first draft written, I am excited to share with you all that I am creating a childrens book this year called... "Toni, the Punk Rock Opossum!" (don't act so surprised 😆) It will be a short tale of how Toni became a "Punk Rock Opossum", and it will be told in the style of a rhyming song! ♥️ This project is a HUGE deal for me and I am going to be giving it everything I have. I have decided to self publish this one so that I can stay true to my original characters and concept. Over the next several months, you will probably see a lot more of this little dude and his bandmates pop up as I fine-tune the characters, environments and compositions.

If the idea of having a children's book about a Punk Rock Opossum excites you too, there are a few ways you can help in making this dream come true!

1. Consider buying work from my shop! Really as simple as that. Since this is a business endeavor, any money I make this year will be helping me in paying for the printing and promoting.

2. Coming later this year, I am planning on releasing some limited edition stickers of Toni and the rest of the "Trash Goblins" as a way to help promote the book and crowd fund.( I will be selling these on my Ko-Fi page and will definitely let you all know when those go up)

3. Like, Share and Talk about it with your buddies! :D As I continue to flesh out these pages and characters, I will be sharing some sneak peeks with you all. I would be thrilled if this can become something others get excited about too! In a world where there are billions of children's books, I'm hoping to create something that hits a special place in your hearts.

Welp! Thats it for now. If you have read. this far, thank you so much for following my page and helping me make my dreams come true ♥️

Also, as I post this little opossum and his friends, I welcome and ENCOURAGE feedback and constructive criticism regarding the styles and changes I toy with.

Anyway, here is my Linktree if interested:

#childrens illustration #opossums #character art #punk aesthetic #goblincore

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sanguinesky-if · 2 months

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Thoughts on My IF and the Public Release

Hi, I think I need to be honest with you, although I didn't want to bring it up at all, but after I read the discussion in my CoG's thread I realized that I need to do it, for the first and last time.

I'm talking about comparing my IF to another one.

I'll be brief: I recognize that there are similar moments in the plot. What I write next may include some spoilers.

Here's a list of moments:

The MC is a detective who doesn't know about the supernatural world.

There is a "team" from the "organization" CID that interferes with the investigation. (SPOILER: they are not, and if you read carefully, you notice there's a hint to that in their first POV already.)

And… that's it. These are all similar moments, at least in my opinion.

But the CID team is a copy of…

R are so impulsive that their actions can change the plan altogether, and they do it all the time, give in to their impulsiveness and anger, and more than that, actually enjoying it. A person like R shouldn't be a leader at all, but they are, for a very specific reason.

T looks playful and naive, but they do things on purpose and doesn't care about the consequences, because everything around them is fickle, and they have to take what they can before it disappears.

I is the most normal of their team, really. A little withholding of information here, taking someone down there, doing what "needs to be done" even if it ruins someone's life.

And the last member… Or former member? Well, I think you already know who they are.

I thought that by releasing a sneak peek at Chapter 2 people wouldn't have any questions about these ROs, because it shows how they really behave without all their tinsel that they show in public, but it looks like I was wrong. Maybe it's my fault for not being able to convey the things I wanted to through my writing.

That's why I had "concerns" about the release of Chapter 2, where it ends almost immediately after the CID team was introduced.

It means there will be more people who will latch on to that moment in the story and start judging before the story can progress any further.

That's why I even considered and still do consider delaying the release until I finish Chapter 2 completely, so that people have more of an idea of what characters they're dealing with and how the story will develop.

At the same time, I feel pretty secure because I know how the story will progress, and I don't see any similarities beyond what I've written. But I don't want to waste my time on people who are quick to judge something before all the cards are in the air.

I've spent more than a year developing the plot of Sanguine Sky, starting when I didn't know about IF format yet and working on my story as a visual novel.

And, I really love each of my characters. They are selfish, dark, questionable, cruel, some of them are childish and some of them don't hide it at all. But despite how awful they can be, I love how each of them can love the MC. I love the MC too, and who they may become, good or bad, it doesn't matter.

Because there is no "good" or "bad" in my story. There's only you. That's the kind of IF I'm trying to create.

This is the first and last time I'm going to touch on this subject. I will not respond to any feedback, messages or asks not related to my IF, whether good or bad, and the ones that want to continue this discussion.

Thank you for reading this. Thank you to everyone who supports me and everyone who is interested in my characters and my story. Each of you makes my day better, making me smile every time I read your sincere and sweet messages about enjoying my story.

If I change my mind about releasing Chapter 2 because of this until I finish it completely, I'll let you know.

#sanguine sky #sanguine sky if #ss general #announcement

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f4ll-for-you · 8 months

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The Way Things Go

Aegon Targaryen x Nanny Reader | Series Masterlist

word count: 4.9k

warnings: mentions of neglect, abandonment, family issues, alcohol, smutty mc smut at the end for all you hoes.

thank you as always to my amazing bestie @arcielee for beta reading and improving this, I love you endlessly.

Aegon’s life had been easy, doing what he wanted, when he wanted.

He’d learnt to numb his feelings from a young age, drowning his thoughts and emotions in wine, spirits and drugs.

Parties were Aegon's happy place, his sanctuary. Girls, drugs and booze all day and night. That was his life.

Or it was, until the 11th September three years ago. The day his daughter came into his life.

Alicent, although confused, shocked, and angry, was overjoyed to find the little bundle of joy abandoned at her doorstep with only a note.

“She's yours, Aegon, look after her, I can’t anymore. Her name is Athena.”

Predictably, Aegon had no idea who the mother was.

“Athena,” Alicent whimpered as a mixture of love, pain, and bewilderment settled in her stomach as she held the bundle in her arms.

“Fuck,” Aegon mumbled, unable to even look at her, his heart beating out of his chest, he felt like the world was closing in on him all at once.

Before Alicent could say another word, Aegon ran.

It took seven full days for Aegon to return; his crumpled form was found laying on doorstep by his younger brother Aemond.

“C’mon,” was all Aemond spoke before lifting his older brother to his feet. Aegon said nothing.

“C’mon,” was all Aemond spoke, his long frame leaned over to lift his older brother to his feet. Aegon said nothing.

He brought him back and Aegon slept for hours, waking to the soft sounds of laughter in the room next to him. There was a tiny giggle, something unexpected that caused a flutter in his chest. He instead ignored it, moving to the bathroom instead.

Aegon washed away the remnants of his binge and dressed in cleaned clothes before his curiosity peaked, and he made his way to the room.

He was nervous, rooted at the door frame, peeking through. Helaena, Aemond, and his mother sat around in a circle on the plush carpet, enraptured by the little person crawling between them. She was still unsteady, showing that she’d barely learned to crawl.

Aegon watched, silent. It was undeniable this was his daughter from the curve of her face and the beauty mark on her chin, to her wide eyes that took in everything and toothless grin when she saw him standing. She was pure and at the same time, untouched by his blood with her dark curls and eyes, something that was intimately his and still far apart from his father’s bloodline.

“Aegon,” Helaena whispered so as not to startle him; he looked at her warily. “Come here,” she grinned, motioning with her hands.

He awkwardly entered, unsure where to go until space was created for him to sit down, his gaze never leaving his daughter’s dark curls. She looked at him, a newfound curiosity by the new someone in the room, and she smiled, crawling with ambition towards him and throwing herself into his arms.

Aegon felt his heart stop.

“I think she knows who you are,” Alicent smiled, her eyes glassy.

It took Aegon a year to get on his feet, immediately taking a job at his fathers company to ensure he could provide for both himself and his daughter.

Upon his mother's insistence, they stayed at the manor. Alicent was happy to have them around; she felt proud of her first grandchild, not caring about the circumstances of where she came from, but instead relished in watching her grow, and seeing how Aegon was becoming into fatherhood.

After another year, Aegon had made enough to rent his own place, knowing his mother needed some well deserved time to herself. He chose a penthouse apartment in the city, closer to the office but near the parks that his daughter adored.

He made sure to spend as much time with her as he could, but without Alicent’s help, he began to struggle.

“Aegon, let me hire you a nanny,” his mother insisted.

“No, I can do this, it’s fine,” he replied. He knew she was right, but admitting the harsh truth felt like failure. He’d made many mistakes in his life, his daughter's life, and happiness would not be one of them.

Aegon eventually agreed to the idea and it was another week of his mother and sister interviewing candidates before they could mutually agree on one. The list was simple enough: someone who would watch over Athena during the day while Aegon worked, between the hours of 8am each morning until 5pm each evening, Monday through Friday.

You were terrified of the interview process, intimidated by the large apartment you entered. Alicent, the grandmother, and Helaena, who you initially believed to be the mother, seemed welcoming enough, with soft glances exchanged between as you shared about your experience raising your three younger siblings. You were then introduced to Athena, who offered a toothy grin and took to you instantly, and while you played with her, her giggles and chatter began to fill your soul.

Helena, who you assumed was the child’s mother, introduced you to Athena, who took to you instantly.

You played with her for half an hour, hearing her giggle and chatter filled your soul. By the time you left you were desperate for the position.

Within two days, you’d received confirmation that you’d got the job, jumping around your small apartment with excitement.

For the first few months, you didn’t meet Athena’s father. Only speaking to Alicent, her grandmother, and Helena, who you’d learned was her aunt.The first couple of years, Alicent assisted with looking after Athena, wanting to make the most of her time with her young grandchild as well as the woman hired to watch over her. During this time, you had met Aegon once, maybe twice, but always in passing, not exchanging more than a few words at most.

When 5pm came around, once more as you cleared Athena’s dinner and prepared for the handover. Upon hearing the front door open, you looked up, only to be greeted with a tall, blonde haired man you’d never seen before. “Hi, can I help you?” You asked nervously, wondering how he’d got in the apartment with its strict security.

“Oh Y/N hi, I’m Aegon, Athena’s father,” he smiled and extended his arm to shake your hand. Upon hearing his name your face turned red, embarrassed that you’d not recognised your boss.

“Oh, Aegon, I’m so sorry, nice to see you again,” you mumbled in response, shaking his hand gently, embarrassed that you’d managed to forget what your boss looked like.

Since that awkward encounter, you’d tried to avoid Aegon, embarrassment filled your system every time you saw him.

However, much to your annoyance Aegon had begun working from home. He’d often have lunch with Athena, leaving you to make awkward small talk as you made and tidied away each meal. Aegon noticed how uncomfortable you seemed.

“I’m sorry for changing your routine,” he spoke quietly, helping you dry up the plates you’d just washed.

“Don’t worry about it, she clearly enjoys having you around more,” you smile looking back at little Athena playing with her toys at the table.

A moment of sadness passes over Aegon’s face with her words, realising what they implied.

“No, sorry, that’s not what I meant,” you looked down, cursing yourself, Athena oblivious to the whole conversation.

“I know,” Aegon sighed and half smiled, “I do as much as I can, but someone’s still got to pay for this place,” he joked, coming back to his usual self once more.

It didn’t take long for Aegon to make his way back into his study, shutting the world out for another few hours while he worked.

The next week, you woke up to several missed calls from Aegon; immediately you called him back, heart pattering frantically in your chest, your brain filled with all the terrible things that could’ve happened in one night away.

“Aegon–“ you spoke, panicked.

“Y/N, sorry to ring you so early but I don’t think you should come today, Athena and I are sick,” he mumbled breathlessly.

You enjoyed a moment of relief before you replied, insisting that you were coming anyway and that Athena and Aegon needed adequate care. From Aegon's voice you could tell he wasn’t in a fit state to care for himself, let alone a toddler, so you made your way over to his apartment, ignoring his pleas for you to stay away.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here,” Aegon grumbled without looking at you from his place on the sofa. You’d let yourself in so he wouldn’t have to get up.

They were laying on the large L shaped sofa, Athena laying with her head on Aegon's chest. You walked over and placed your hand on her forehead as she slept. “She’s burning up,” you commented worriedly.

“I know, her temperature has been 40 degrees since last night, barely slept, bless her,” Aegon looked down anxiously, stroking his daughter's hair.

“You should’ve called me back, I could’ve helped,” you spoke softly, taking the abandoned water glasses and making your way to the kitchen. Aegon just shook his head, you were too kind for your own good.

Despite the awkward introduction, you had grown accustomed to him working from home. You appreciated the presence of an adult and looked forward to the shared lunches, growing more comfortable around Aegon and sharing about your lives; you learned quickly that he was easy to talk with.

You grabbed more water and began making a hot lemon tea for his throat. As the kettle boiled, you grabbed a cold flannel for Athena to reduce her temperature.

“You should get some sleep. I’m here, I’ll watch her,” you spoke reassuringly to Aegon as you handed him the cup of warm liquid.

You watched him pause, reluctant to leave his daughter alone when she needed him. “You can’t look after her while you’re in his state,” you commended, gesturing to his red nose and dark eyes. Aegon nodded, attempting a smile of gratitude before standing up, moving Athena off his lap gently.

“Thank you, I’ll only be an hour,” he relented as he made his way back to his bedroom. You couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked in his plaid pyjama pants and t-shirt.

Aegon's sleepy head resurfaced much more than an hour later, feeling slightly better than he had that morning. He found Athena snuggled up on your lap, asleep once more, cold and flu medicine sitting next to the pair of you on the side table.

As Aegon moved closer, he noticed how pale you’d become. He mentally cursed himself for letting you come over.

“You alright?” He asked as you turned to look at him.

“Yeah, she woke up for a bit and we watched cartoons. I managed to get her to eat something, now she’s sleeping again.” You tried not to wince as you felt pain in your throat, not wanting Aegon to know you were likely coming down with the same illness.

“Let me take over,” Aegon spoke as he sat down next to the pair, pressing the back of his hand over his daughter's forehead to check her temperature.

“No, you’re sick, you need to focus on you getting better,” you protest immediately.

“Y/N,” he spoke firmly in response, “I can tell you’re feeling just as bad.”

“I’m fine Aegon, this is my job,” you deflect, not meaning to have such an annoyed tone with your boss.

“Then let’s at least do it together, and if you feel any worse, let me know and I’ll call you an Uber,” he conceded.

Within the hour, all three of you were asleep on the couch.

Aegon woke up not much later to you having a coughing fit. He immediately moved his daughter gently to the other side of the couch and began patting your back; his yes frantically searching for the glass of water he’d brought over earlier.

After a few moments you finally stopped, breathing heavily and feeling light headed. “Thanks,” you wheezed, sipping the water slowly. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost 8 in the evening,” Aegon replied. He really didn’t want you to leave tonight, especially not in this state. He couldn’t stop the guilt in his chest feeling like this whole situation was his fault.

Before you could reply, a heavy dizziness fell over you and you’d realise you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. You had been too busy focusing on Athena and Aegon, and your appetite had disappeared once you started to feel unwell.

“Aeg-“ you mumbled, your vision completely blurred now as you began to feel sick.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Aegon asked in a panic, kneeling in front of you.

“Daddy what’s wrong with Y/N, she looks funny,” Athena spoke in a tiny, worried voice.

You were barely responding, slumped on the couch. Aegon did his best not to show his panicked face to Athena.

“Y/N’s just really tired, why don’t we let her have a sleepover?” Aegon lifted you up gently as you rested your arm over his shoulders.

“Can you walk?” He whispered, you nodded weakly.

Aegon took you to his bedroom, placing you gently onto the bed as you laid there, face as pale as the walls that surrounded you.

“I’m gonna make you some toast, I’ll be back” Aegon spoke hurriedly after getting you comfortable. You nodded vaguely in response.

“Athena, can you get yourself into bed while Daddy makes Y/N some food. I think she’s come down with our cold,” he spoke to his daughter who nodded. She seemed to have much more energy after sleeping all day.

Aegon arrived back into your room holding a cup of tea and plain toast. He sat in front of you as you leant towards him, the dizziness taking over once more.

“Hey, try eating this,” he spoke softly as he held the toast up to your mouth, noticing you could barely move your arms to do it yourself.

You managed a few bites and started to feel more human again. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I’m meant to be the one helping you.”

“Well we’re friends aren’t we?” Aegon spoke smiling.

His words caused your heart to flutter, your cheeks tinting red.

“Oh, you’ve got some colour back, that’s good,” he commented, not realising it was him making you blush. “You’re not going home tonight, you can stay here and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

As much as you tried to protest, Aegon was having none of it, and eventually, you relented.

It had been a few days since you’d stayed at Aegon’s; Athena was full of joy to find you still there at breakfast the next morning. You emerged in the t-shirt and joggers Aegon had given you, still feeling exhausted.

Aegon called you and Uber and instructed you to rest for a couple of days and for once you listened.

Friday evenings in the Targaryen household always consisted of a large family dinner. It was Alicent’s tradition she’d created as soon as her first child flew the nest.

“Grandmother!” Athena shouted, running into Alicent’s arms as soon as she entered the manor.

“My darling, how are you?” She smiled warmly and hugged her grandchild.

After a few pleasantries and catch ups, the family sat around the large dining table, the servants plating up their dishes as the family chatter filled the room.

Athena insisted on sitting next to her grandmother, loving the adoring attention she gave. “How has your week been my sweet?” she asked softly, placing the napkin on the small child's lap.

“We were poorly but Daddy and I are much better now, so is Y/N,” Athena spoke while playing with her cutlery.

“Oh, your father didn’t mention Y/N was unwell too,” Alicent replied, confused.

“Yes, it was good though because Daddy looked after her and we had a sleepover,” Athena giggled.

“Really? That must have been fun, was Y/N looking after you in your room?” Alicent questioned, as Aegon caught on to what they were discussing.

“No Y/N slept in Daddy’s room–” Athena continued before Aegon promptly interrupted.

“I slept on the couch, she was sick, she couldn’t get home,” he hurriedly confirmed with rosy cheeks.

“I’m glad you looked after her, Y/N is family now.” Alicent replied smiling knowingly. She’d always hoped something would blossom between the pair, having known Y/N for many years now she’d always secretly hoped she would become something more than Athena’s nanny one day.

Aegon’s blush deepened, knowing his mother had caught him out as he glared at Athena. She giggled at her father’s expression; you could tell she was Aegon's daughter, always one for mischief.

“So, what's this I hear about Y/N staying over,” Aemond whispered next to Aegon, his smirk winding him up.

“Shut up, she was sick, I helped, end of,” Aegon muttered.

“Your face says otherwise, brother,” Aemond commented quietly.

“Fuck off,” Aegon whispered under his breath, careful not to let Athena, or worse, his mother, hear his language.

“Bye Grandmother!” Athena shouted, running out onto the large driveway that was bathed in an orange sunset.

“Aegon, before you go,” Alicent spoke, placing her hand on her son's shoulder. “We’re having an event this weekend. I’d like Y/N to come, not for Athena, just as family.”

“Um, I’ll ask,” Aegon spoke, not making eye contact.

“I’ll know if you don’t,'' Alicent shouted as Aegon walked down the steps, trying to get away from his mother’s meddling as quickly as possible.

Friday night came around much quicker than Aegon had anticipated, and predictably, he had still neglected to ask Y/N to his mothers event. Part of him wanted her there, he always felt calmer with her around, and he knew how loathsome his mother’s parties could be, or ‘events’ as she called them.

He walked into the kitchen while you were making lunch for Athena, concentrating on cutting up some vegetables. Oh how he wished you’d never leave, that you were permanently here as his other half. He blushed at his own uncontrolled thoughts, shaking them out of his head.

“Ahh,” you shrieked, turning around to see Aegon, throwing the freshly cut vegetables on the floor. “Aegon! You scared me!”

“Fuck, sorry!” he spoke, running around the kitchen island to help you pick up what you’d dropped.

You suddenly found him close to you, his head looking around the floor frantically picking up bits of cucumber and carrot. When he looked up, his lips were inches from yours, so close you could feel his minty breath. You could help but flick your eyes to his lips as he did the same. You wanted him to kiss you there and then.

“Sorry, it's my fault,” you mumbled, pulling yourself out of your thoughts and trying to hide your reddening face.

“No–” Aegon began before hearing the ringtone of his iPhone. He saw his mother’s name flash up on the screen, knowing it would be another call regarding the invitation.

“Do you need to get that?” you asked, looking at his frozen expression.

“No, uh, it's just about this event my mother has planned for tomorrow, she's asked if you would come.”

“Oh, of course, for Athena?” You question, it wasn’t uncommon for you to assist with looking after Aegon's daughter at family events, but you hadn’t been asked since she was a baby.

“No, actually, she wants you there as family,” Aegon spoke awkwardly.

You looked down and smiled; you’d always loved Alicent, after spending a lot of time with her when you’d first got the job you became close. “I’d love to, will you be going?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Aegon smiled jokingly.

“Oh come on, there will be endless champagne, what's not to love!” And you both giggled.

You’d agreed that the pair of you would share an Uber to the manor, not wanting to walk into the lion's den on your own. Although you loved Alicent, you knew their family friends were not always easy people to get along with, and often looked down on you for your job and lack of social status.

It had taken you hours to get ready, ensuring your makeup was perfect and dress seamless. You had to look perfect for a Targaryen event, and for Aegon.

Athena ran up to you as you entered the apartment with your own key, her own grin making you smile. “Y/N you look beautiful! Daddy, come and look at how beautiful Y/N looks!” she shouted through the apartment.

“Just a minute, angel,” he shouted back. Aegon had also been taking his time getting ready, he felt determined to show you he wasn’t just a workaholic single dad, he could have fun too. Upon thinking that, he then realised that's exactly what a single workaholic dad would say and spiralled into embarrassment once more.

He walked out of his bedroom in frustration, holding his tie at each end. “Wow,” he said without thinking, you looked perfect.

You’d chosen to wear a long dark green dress with a slit going halfway up your thigh, your hair flowing down your shoulders with silver heels peeking out underneath.

“Not too bad yourself,” you laughed in response to his reaction, trying to prevent a blush forming on your cheeks and failing. “Need a hand?” you motioned to his tie.

“Please.”

You giggled and walked over to him, Athena bounding around beside the pair of you. “Can you hold this for me sweets?” you asked Athena, handing her your silver clutch bag. She nodded quickly in agreement, whispering something that sounded like ‘sparkly.’

“Thanks,” Aegon spoke, his mahogany vanilla cologne drawing you in, making you feel intoxicated by his presence. Fuck, you thought, how were you ever going to keep yourself together tonight when all you wanted to do was kiss his perfect lips.

“There you go,” you smiled as he stared into your eyes, looking as if he was about to lean in.

The door opened moments later, startling you both. “Just me!” Helena shouted, closing the door behind her.

Both of you jumped, quickly pulling away causing you to almost fall over Athena.

“Remind me again why you got out of this and I didn’t,” Aegon asked his sister grumpily.

“Because I don’t skip half of the family dinners like you do Aegon,” Helena retorted, running over to Athena for a cuddle.

Athena smiled at her Aunt and hugged her back whispering, “Y/N looks really pretty.”

“She does, doesn’t she,” Helena whispered back, smiling. “Off you go, don’t want to keep mother waiting, and I think I passed your Uber on the way up.”

Aegon pouted like a child as you dragged him towards the door, both of you giggling as you walked down the stairs; Aegon offered to hold your hand to assist you with your incredibly high heels.

The pair of you walked into the entrance hall filled with people. Aegon immediately flagged down the nearest waiter and picked up two glasses of champagne. “We’ll need this.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, clinking glasses.

“I should thank your mother,” you spoke as Aegon sighed. “Then the pleasantries are done and we can get drunk,” you reasoned, making Aegon smile.

“Alicent!” You spoke as you spotted her with Aemond.

“Y/N, you came! I was so worried Aegon wouldn’t invite you,” she beamed, making sure to glare at Aegon momentarily for inviting you at such late notice.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled back, hugging her.

“I’ve missed you so much. We must have you over more, like the old days,” Alicent began waffling to you as Aegon looked more and more bored.

After twenty minutes of chatting, Aegon began to grumble. “What's the point in asking me to invite her mother if you’re going to keep her the whole time.”

“Oh hush Aegon, it's not attractive to be jealous,” Alicent remarked, causing Aegon to look down as he blushed.

“Looks like you need a top up anyway,” Aemond commented looking at your champagne glass, you gave him a grateful look. You enjoyed talking to Alicent, but if you were going to survive the night you really needed another drink.

“Lets go,” Aegon swooped in, placing his arm around your shoulder, taking you off to the bar.

“I know your game, mother,” Aemond commented, smirking.

“I don't know what you mean” she smiled, watching as Aegon and Y/N walked away together.

By nine, Y/N and Aegon were ten glasses of champagne down and heavily tipsy. They’d left the party half an hour ago and escaped to the gardens, tired of old white men asking awkward questions.

“I’m really grateful for you, you know,” Aegon spoke, his thoughts spilling out of him in his alcohol induced state.

“I should be the grateful one, you gave me this job.”

“I couldn’t raise her without you,” he looked up into your eyes, placing a hand on your cheek.

You felt hot as his scent surrounded you, placing your hand on his leg. Your better judgement long gone as you both leaned in, your lips meeting in a long, passionate kiss.

Aegon bought his other hand up to your face and gently bit down on your lower lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you fought for dominance. You moaned gently causing his pants to tighten.

You pulled away, both grinning, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he spoke, breathless.

“Me too.”

Aegon stood up, holding his hand out as he led you into the pool house.

It took all of about 5 seconds to have you up against the wall, his lips attacking yours once more as you both moaned heavily, the alcohol in your system only making you want each other more.

His hand moved slowly down your body, between your legs, sliding his fingers over your centre. He slowly moved his head down, kissing delicately down to your breasts, snaking his hand behind your dress and unlacing the ribbons.

You moved your hands into Aegon’s hair, moaning his name louder and louder as his own hand moved between your legs. His finger curled into you, gently moving in and out, and he growled against your skin when he felt the wetness of your centre.

He entered another finger, making you squirm a little, not used to the intense feeling. "Shhh, I'm just preparing you," he whispered into your ear, only turning you on more. Panting between each kiss, Aegon pulled away, your dress now falling off your shoulders and easy to pull off, focusing every moment on your pleasure.

He knelt down between your legs and gently kissed each thigh. "Please," you begged breathlessly, knowing what he was about to do.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that love," he teased.

"Please Aegon," you moaned, desperate for him to do something, to come undone on his tongue. He began to kitten lick your clit as you pushed yourself further up towards him, your arms barely able to hold you up on the table.

"Someone's needy," he said, his cocky tone vibrating against you, making both of you moan, his face still buried in between your legs.

Noticing you were getting close to your release, Aegon pulled himself away, moving himself up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his warm lips.

He undid his own trousers, positioning himself, ready to take you, to feel all of you. He knew he should be gentle, but he didn't want to be.

Aegon pushed himself into you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size before moving, grunting at the glorious feeling of your spongy walls taking him perfectly. "Fuck, so fucking tight," he moaned into your neck, kissing you roughly now, his animalistic desires taking over.

You moaned into his ear, making him moan in return, he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be deeper. He pushed you back into the hard wooden table, lifting one of your legs up towards your chest, gaining further access, panting and moaning.

His hand reached down between your legs getting you to your own high, "Aeg–” you moaned, the pressure of his rough thumb rubbing circles onto your clit and the feeling of him pulsing inside of you pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm close," he moaned, kissing you, his tongue making its way into your mouth once more. After a few more strokes, he released himself inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around his length driving him crazy.

Aegon looked up at you, your eyes heavy from your recent high, enjoying the visible pleasure he had just provided you. You both stayed in silence for a moment, panting, smiling. “That was–“ you began, “incredible” he finished the sentence for you.

After regaining composure, you pulled your dress back on, looking slightly dishevelled. “Home?” Aegon asked as you nodded grinning in response.

Before you walked towards the house, Aegon sent a quick text.

Shithead brother: Fancy looking after Athena for the night?

Helena (Sister): I owe mother £20, ffs.

Shithead brother: I’ll take that as a yes.

“Hel’s with Athena for the night,” he said smiling.

“We can continue at my place,” you giggled as he took your hand in his.

The pair of you walked back into the manor receiving shocked looks from the guests. Your appearance giving away your recent activities. Aegon merely smirked and squeezed your hand tighter.

Alicent looked half embarrassed, half pleased, watching the pair of you walk out hand in hand, excited to finally have you as a daughter.

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cupid-styles · 6 months

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YES! I will eat up any crumbs you have!

Some ideas that would be cute to see would be would be jealousy, idk from which side. Maternity shopping or any baby shopping! First kick! Also Im not sure yet if their friends know but that would be cool to read too!

AH here u go cutie pie!!!! thank you for enjoying them as much as i do hehehe <3333

content warnings: pregnant yn/baby talk

word count: 963

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"Can you stop pacing?"

Harry stops in his tracks, turning on his heel to look at a very exasperated looking Y/N. He's trying to ignore the fact that she's only wearing a flimsy paper hospital gown, legs spread with her feet in those awful metal stirrups.

He can't help that he's nervous about seeing their baby for the first time, especially considering the circumstances — they almost didn't make it to this point and, on top of that, Y/N almost attended this appointment without him. He had to convince her to let him come; her argument being something along the lines of, "But the doctor's gonna, like... look up my vag and stuff."

(Unfortunately for her, that wasn't enough to stop Harry.)

"I'm anxious," he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest as he shuffles over to her side.

"Don't get too close or I may punch you when she sticks stuff inside of me," Y/N quickly replies, holding her hand out to create distance between them, "Also, you're anxious? You just get to stand there and do nothing!"

Harry sighs. Frankly, he's a bit too tired to fight her on this. She'd been texting him all night about worries she had, wondering if the cup of coffee she had two weeks ago would hurt the baby, or — her words — "what if they look weird?"

"I know, you're right. How are you feeling?" Harry asks in an attempt to make her feel prioritized.

She shrugs her shoulders. She's surprised by his kind response and she doesn't have a good response prepared.

"'m nervous, too." she finally mumbles out, the admittance of her own worries somehow embarrassing to her.

He nods understandingly. "Well, we'll just see what happens, I guess, but at least we're here for each other. I would never want you to go through this alone."

Y/N bites her bottom lip and lays her head back against the firm cushioning of the table.

"I would agree, but your pacing is pissing me off too much to feel grateful."

Harry's groan is cut off by a knock on the door, punctuated by Y/N's doctor's head peeking in.

"Can I come in?"

As soon as Y/N answers her, it's a flurry of questions and answers that only Y/N can answer. What was the first day of your last period? Do you have a history of high blood pressure? What's your family medical history? Are you on any medications? Who's your primary care doctor? When did you take a pregnancy test?

Harry's head is spinning as reality begins to hit him square in the face. He's having a child. With someone he barely knows. They had sex once — a one night stand, for fuck's sake — and now they were committing to raising a child together.

Were they absolutely insane?

He starts to think he may be when the doctor asks for her full name and he realizes he doesn't even know her middle name. Anxiety is clawing at his stomach and chest, his throat dry as the doctor rubs some weird jelly on Y/N's exposed stomach. Unexpectedly, Y/N gasps at the texture and reaches out to grab Harry's hand, muttering out something about it being cold.

He knows that he's fine, but it feels like she's squeezing the life out of his hand and it's only making his nerves worsen. He's ready to run for the hills, give her half the money for an abortion like she said a few weeks back — until it starts.

A steady thumping in quick successions. The sound fills the entire room and Harry's world stops.

"That's your baby's heartbeat."

He swallows harshly, his eyes zeroing in on the image on the screen. He always thought parents to-be that cried at sonogram pictures were a little silly — you can barely tell what's going on, but in that moment, Harry understands. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. A series of blobs that he immediately identifies with and feels attached to — his baby.

He looks over to Y/N, who has tears streaming down her cheeks. He smiles gently and gives her hand a small squeeze.

"They're beautiful," she whispers.

"I think they have your nose." Harry whispers back.

"Don't be dumb," she mutters, wiping the tears away, "You can't see shit, Harry."

He just laughs and asks the doctor for as many prints of the sonogram they're allowed.

. . .

"You're what?"

Y/N stares back at her and Harry's friends, all of who look like they're the ones who just found out they're having a baby.

She clears her throat, repeating her words. "I'm pregnant. And Harry's the dad."

At the mention of his name, Harry scrambles, quickly pulling the sonogram pictures out of his pocket and placing them on the table.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck?" Lucy's the first to speak up, her eyes wide as they flicker back and forth from Y/N to Harry. "You guys hate each other."

Y/N shrugs.

"It was a one night thing," Harry says, offering a smidgen of context.

"And so...?" Dom asks.

"We wanted to have a baby," Y/N replies defensively, crossing her arms over her chest, "I got pregnant. We talked about it. We're gonna have a kid. Any other questions?"

Lea sighs quietly, turning to look at Y/N. "We're not pissed or anything, babe. We're just concerned, that's all."

She nods curtly as Lucy reaches out to look at the sonograms. Dom looks over her shoulder, smiling fondly at the pictures.

"It doesn't have to be a big thing. Friends have babies all the time," Harry says, "Like Y/N explained, we've both always wanted to be parents and this is just the opportunity for us. I'm going to be there to support her the entire time and we wanted you guys to know what's going on."

Y/N swallows, ignoring the way her heart warms ever so slightly at Harry defending their choice. The reasoning sounds much better coming out of his mouth. When she says it, it feels like it's some stupid haphazard explanation, but with him, it's as if it's been calculated and planned.

Their friends all nod their heads as they process Harry's words.

She clears her throat, nervously picking at her fingernails underneath the table. "We're... committed to doing this together," she says, her voice shaking ever so slightly. "And we're going to love this baby more than anything else in the world."

Harry wants to reach out and take her hand into his, but he resists the urge, knowing she'd just yell at him. A gentle smile worms its way on Lucy's face as Lea nods, an affectionate look brightening over her expression.

"We're so happy for you both," Dom says, passing the sonogram pictures back to Harry.

Harry doesn't miss the small smile that appears on Y/N's face. Besides, he can barely hold his in.

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moonydustx · 1 month

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AHSHEUWOHDOEHEJDOEJEHD----

LAW IS SO CUTE WHEN HE PROPOSEEEDDD LIKE PLEASEEE I WANT HIM😭😭😭😭

I wonder, does he do the wedding stuff? Like don't sleep with each other before your wedding stuff like that? Old sayings?? Does he even believe them at all?

A/N: Hello! First, thank you for the request ❤️ Sorry for the delay in responding, weekends end up being a busy time for me.

About our beautiful lovebirds: I believe maybe it would be a great mix. Some old sayings like don't see the bride in white I think they would follow (for me, Law would be willing to do whatever his s/o dreamed of for the wedding). Despite this, I also think they would create their own traditions based on what they see as important. I hope you like it!

*I also decided to name this series of requests about marriage, I love the fact that in the fanfic you can travel with the idea of a super romantic Law. Soon I will be responding to another request received about the honeymoon/what they would do afterwards.

The proposal - the special day (part 2)

Part 1 - Part 3

You considered yourself an anxious person. Are you, or not?

Even though you were tired after helping to clean up the scattered pieces after dinner - Law had been told that it was a tradition in his country to break dishes after dinner to ensure good luck and then for the bride and groom to clean up - sleep didn't seem to reach you. You still didn't understand if the insomnia was the result of being in a different bed, in the Thousand Sunny, if it was the fact that you had eaten almost nothing even with the banquet or if it was because the big day started the next morning.

Dress, makeup, hair, flowers, Law. The last item on your little mental list ran in a loop in your mind. You were sleeping separately that night, but it was impossible for you to close your eyes.

You put on your shoes and threw the sheet over your body, trying to hide your pajamas. Ikkaku, Nami, Robin and Chopper piled into the room. The straw hats were two of the few friends you collected throughout your time at sea and you couldn't help but have them at your wedding and with that, the whole crew came along. Despite some of Law's grumbles - which you knew was just silly jealousy - you invited Kid, after all, you got along very well and of all the trouble you got into, many of them involved him. Unfortunately he couldn't make it, but he sent lots and lots of bottles of sake.

The pier where the Sunny was moored seemed calm and a few meters away was the Polar Tang. A little peek at how Law was doing wouldn't hurt, would it? It only took a few steps before a voice reached you.

"I don't think it's safe for a lady to be walking around here at night." Law's voice scared you, eliciting a small scream from you.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same, my little ghost." he pointed to the sheet around you. "I mean, they say it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."

"And you believe that, sweetheart?" You sat on the edge of the dock, knocking on the wood and indicating that he should sit next to you.

"For you, I would believe." he sat up, taking your hand and letting his fingers tangle with yours. "And I have you, no amount of bad luck in the world would take that away from me."

"Can I ask you something?" he immediately nodded to your question. "I know I've always dreamed of this, weddings and parties and that kind of thing. What about you? You're not doing this just to please me, are you?"

"I think it's too late for this question." a shy smile appeared on his lips. "I never expected to meet anyone, have a relationship like the two of us have and then, it happened. From then on, seeing you make your dreams come true is like seeing my own come true."

Instead of using words, you just took his lips to you, small kisses along with "thank you" smiles and "I love you" vows were said. When he moved away from your lips, you saw him take off the coat he was wearing and place it over your shoulders.

"You're freezing but anyway, what were you doing here for yourself?"

"I couldn't sleep, I needed to see you, to know that all this was really happening." You leaned on his shoulder, feeling Law's scent invade your senses. It was discreet, but it was still your favorite scent. "And you?"

"I wanted to spy on my fiancée." He spoke directly, making you smile.

"And your groomsmen let you get away?"

"Shachi and Penguin got drunk before the third bottle and fell asleep. Bepo was even now rereading the speech."

"Poor Bepo, I hope we didn't give him too difficult a mission." you laughed, feeling Law laugh along with you. A rare moment, which usually happened when it was just the two of you. Before you could continue speaking, you heard your voice being called in the distance.

"We broke a thousand plates for nothing to keep the bad things away from the wedding and you two ran away to see each other before the ceremony!" Nami's voice echoed from Sunny. "You can come back here and Law, I think it's good to go back to your place too."

"I'm on my way." you shouted back and accepted the hand that Law extended to you to put you on your feet. Before you could try to return it, Law removed the sheet still hanging from your body and adjusted his coat, so that it covered you almost completely.

"So, see you tomorrow?" He said, rolling the fabric in his hand and handing it to you.

"Yes, oh and of course, I'll be the one in white." You smiled, feeling his lips touch your forehead. "Hey!" you groaned as you watched him walk away without a real goodbye kiss.

"I'll kiss you again when you become Mrs. Trafalgar."

When you returned to Sunny, sleep came much easier than you expected, lulled by the comfort of the fabric around your body.

The day went by much faster than you expected. You spent a few hours in the shower, others getting ready and a few more rambling alone in your thoughts, anxious about what was going to happen.

With the long white dress already adorning your body and everyone already waiting for you, you and Ikkaku began to prepare the last details. For something borrowed, you "borrowed" flowers that stood ready to become medicine in Law's laboratory: chamomile, lavender, fennel, and jasmine flowers. For something old, you wore a small golden clip in your hair, one of the few things you still brought from your home island and the small stones that adorned the piece would serve for something blue.

"I believe everything is ready." You said in a sigh, feeling your hands sweat with nervousness.

"Sure you're not missing something?" Ikkaku asked, in mock distraction. "Something new perhaps?"

"The dress doesn't count? It's the first time I'm officially wearing it." you countered, seeing her deny it through a laugh.

"Close your eyes, please." As soon as you did, you felt Ikkaku put something around your neck. The cold touch of the jewel contrasted with your skin.

When you open your eyes, you can see a thin, golden chain hanging with a pendant with the Heart Pirates' jolly roger made in gold as well.

"The boys and I decided to do this. You can marry the captain, but that doesn't mean you'll stop being our best friend." your eyes immediately flooded with the statement, just as your arms wrapped around her in a strong hug. "Okay, okay, don't cry. Nami will kill us if we ruin her work and of course, the captain must be freaking out about the delay."

"You're not making this an easy task." you dried your tears with the small piece of paper she handed you.

"Good, now is the time." she walked towards the door and opened it wide enough for only her to get through. "Remember, 3 knocks on the door."

You nodded and took a deep breath, it was now or never and the second option would never be available to the two of you. The three knocks on the door felt like an eternity.

The doors to the deck opened and you could see the small space packed with your friends. The decoration was simple, flowers scattered all over the floor and some candles. You could have paid attention to the surprised faces of your fellow sailors, the huge skeleton playing the violin or how Sanji's eyes practically turned into two hearts. You could have paid attention to everything around you, if it weren't for the eyes that you loved so much and that crossed your path.

With each step you took towards the small - and improvised - altar with a huge sunset in the background, it was as if the brightness of the orange sun couldn't compare to the way Law looked at you. You had never seen him like that, so beautiful, so happy. You could bet that some of the emotional looks were more related to surprise at the expression of your soon-to-be husband than at your own entrance.

"Sorry I'm late." you whispered, standing in front of him.

"Worth every second." He took one of your hands, giving it a chaste kiss.

It could be hours, it could be just seconds, you would spend a lifetime under the way Law looked at you that almost night. The first moments of the speech were like distant words echoed amidst a blur of image from your flooded eyes, that was when a sniffle took your attention away.

"I'm sorry." Bepo asked, wiping away a tear and getting a few laughs. "I'm very happy that they chose me for this. Law was my only friend for a long time and of course, the person who brought me to this family. And you…" Bepo turned to you, laughing. "I think that since I convinced him to let you join the pack, we've been chasing too much trouble. I mean, these are two of the most special people in the world to me who have decided to stay together. And before I conclude, I need you to say your vows."

"But the votes…" Law began, being interrupted by the polar bear. By agreement, you would keep the vows just for the two of you.

"Promise that even if you get married, you two will continue to be our friends and our companions at sea. You, my dear captain and you, my dear friend, will not forget the Heart Pirates."

"We promise." you both said in unison and your laughter came out loud when you saw Bepo's cute face practically light up at the answer.

"We would never leave you big guy." you quickly let go of Law to hug him.

"We still have a lot of sea to explore." Law placed a hand on Bepo's shoulder, who broke away from you and hugged him. "Okay, Bepo… Ok, now the focus is different."

"Ah yes, of course…" he adjusted his clothes and waited for you to adjust your dress. "About the trust you two placed in me to celebrate this moment, about the presence of all our friends and of course, the sea that brought us together. I declare you husband and wife."

The "you can kiss the bride" became a distant sound as soon as you felt Law pull you by the waist. His lips captured yours with tenderness and delicacy and yet, his hands said something different, holding you firmly against his body. His lips moved away from yours and placed another chaste kiss on your forehead. Applause and whistles filled the small deck, as well as some tears too - Bepo, Shachi and Penguin were responsible for most of them.

"Now…" you began, gaining everyone's attention. "I invite you all to go to Sunny, where Luffy has kindly proposed a banquet for us to celebrate."

"Finally, food!" you only saw Luffy throw himself from one ship to another, being followed by Sanji who was already desperate with all the embezzlement he would cause at dinner.

"We'll be waiting for you." Nami walked out arm in arm with Robin.

"I think we should all go. The bride and groom deserve some time." Robin suggested.

Little by little, the deck emptied. In the end, there were only you, Law, some petals on the ground and the end of the sunset.

"I…" Law's voice started to say, but soon stopped. You were standing, leaning on the edge of Polar Tang, enjoying the few minutes of sun that remained that day. "I think this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Don't overdo it, my husband." you said in a provocative tone and a laugh escaped your lips when you saw Law close his eyes and appreciate something that seemed to be invisible to you.

"I don't think I heard you right." your arms circled the back of his head, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of Law's chin.

"My darling, amazing, strong, beautiful husband. I'm happy that you are now officially mine."

"That's where you're wrong, Mrs. Trafalgar. I always have been and always will be yours." He held you in his arms again and contrary to what he had done in the ceremony, he took your lips without any hesitation.

One of his hands, which were firmly attached to your waist, began to cup your face in counterpoint, as if it were the most precious treasure he had found.

"Till death do Us part?"

"Not even that will be able to separate us." He took your lips again and you tangled your fingers in the dark strands of his hair.

"I love your hat, but you look so beautiful like this."

"It doesn't compare to you." He moved away enough so he could spin you around, analyzing every inch of your body. "The most beautiful girl in the entire Grand Line. My beautiful wife."

#reader insert #fiction #no use of y/n #one piece #requests open #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x you #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law #law x reader

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Just Jamie

Jamie Tartt x gn!reader

Request: “I dream of you. All I do is dream of you.”

A/N: omg theo actually wrote something? i hope the anon who requested this likes it, I wanted domesticity and fluff so here it is. this was actually very easy to write, thank you so much for the request!

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The sun peeked through the curtains of your window, casting a soft glow on anything it touched. The young footballer slowly stretched his muscles, then nestled himself further into your bedsheets, determined to spend as much time with you as he could.

He had to get to training. He knows you’ll tell him when you wake up. You’ll remind him of the big game coming up, always more mindful of his schedule than he is, and he’ll be forced to go back out into the real world. He’d rather just stay here, frozen in time with you.

When he finally does let his eyes open, a lazy grin spreads across his face. You’re wrapped up in a tangle of the bedsheets and Jamie’s limbs, arms wrapped firmly around him, refusing to let him go whilst you sleep. The sun cascades along you, creating a trail from the top of your head, to where the lower half of you disappears beneath the sheets.

Jamie softly runs his fingertips along your cheek, down to your chin, and sighs. He wishes he could have this forever. He remembers last night, the two of you deciding to go back to your place instead of his. He likes yours better honestly. It’s definitely smaller, more welcoming. While Jamie’s walls are lined with expensive art from different artists he couldn’t even remember the names of, yours were filled with posters of your favorite bands, photos of you and those you care about, and even a few Richmond things here and there.

He looks at the wall across from him, his eyes scanning over the photos. One of you Keeley out at dinner, one of you and Dani at an away game. At the end of the line he sees one from the most recent press event the Richmond team had to attend. It’s a photo taken from when Jamie was on the carpet, and had pulled you into his arms. You’re laughing, while Jamie presses a kiss to your cheek.

Jamie knows, he feels more at home when he’s here, with you, than when he’s in his own home.

He feels you stir next to him, slowly pulling your arms off of him. He looks down at you to see you yawn, then look up at him.

“Good morning Jamie.” You smile at him, making his stomach tie itself up in knots.

“Morning love.” He presses his lips to yours.

You push a hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away. “Jamie,” you laugh, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care.” He grins, diving his head down for another kiss.

You let him kiss you this time, wrapping an arm around his neck. He rolls on top of you, the kiss becoming a little more heated.

You hum and push him away again. “Hey, you have training to get to.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “And I have to get up and get to work, and you’re being very distracting right now.”

Jamie smirks at you. “I’m distracting you? How? Like this?” He leans down, now kissing down your neck. You feel your body relax while your heart speeds up. It’s when he bites softly at you that you push him away again.

“Jamie, I’m serious. Roy will have your head if you’re late. Again.” You get up and walk over to your closet, searching through your clothes. “You know, I’m surprised he hasn’t killed you already, what with your inability to get to training on time at least once a week-”

“I love you.”

Jamie’s words make you turn quickly to him. He’s still on your bed, watching you, a soft smile spread across his face, his hair still ruffled from sleep.

“I love you too.” You tell him.

It’s not the first time either of you has professed your love for each other, but every time it happens, both of you melt from joy.

“Do you know what I dreamed about last night?” He asks. You shake your head. “I dreamt of you. All I do is dream of you.”

“Jamie-”

“No, let me finish.” He cuts you off. He gets out of bed, and makes his way over to where you’re standing. “I love you so much. Out there,” he points at your window, “I’m Jamie Tartt. Star footballer. But here? Here I’m just Jamie. I can be just Jamie when I’m with you. And I like it, I really like it.” He nods, leaning his forehead against yours. “And I’d like it to stay that way.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“I wanna be with you all the time. Every minute of every day. I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to have dinner with you every night. I want you to be the last person I see before I go to sleep, and the first person I see when I wake up.” His voice gets quiet at the end, afraid that he’s crossed some sort of line. “If you don’t want that, I get it, I just-”

This time it’s you who cuts him off with your lips against his. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him impossibly close to you. He does the same, holding you firmly against his chest.

When you pull away you’re both out of breath, smiling at each other like fools, fools in love.

“I would love that Jamie.” You nod.

He grins pulling you into yet another kiss.

“I guess it’s okay if you’re a little late to training today.” You say against his lips as he pulls you back to the bed.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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simbouquet · 11 months

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TS3: Nicer Vendors + Ask Animation Edits

This is a combo of two quick and dirty mods I made last summer to solve some animation-related annoyances I had for a while. 💬

Nicer Vendors

Ever since I started playing TS3, I was confused by the animations used for the Buy Items interaction on registers; it uses the same animations as the "Neutral" outcome of the Ask interactions, where the Sims have vaguely negative reactions to the interaction being performed.

I created a script mod that simply replaces all of the Buy interactions I could find and points them to the "Friendly" state, which contains the more positive animations between the two Sims.

It should work on all registers across all EPs, including objects like the Seasons concessions stand, as well as certain Sims such as the special merchant from World Adventures and the tattoo artist from Ambitions. Let me know if I've missed something!

Ask Animation Edits

This is a jazz script replacement for the Ask animations. It adds more variety to the animations used both for the initiating Sim and the target Sim in the Friendly and Neutral states, so the positive and negative reactions are a little different every time.

The extra animations are generally shorter than the vanilla ones, so Sims actually spend less time performing these socials, which is always a good thing in my book because asking another person what they do for work shouldn’t take as long as it does in this game.

You may still see the vanilla animations happening from time to time, although they will be less likely.

Compatibility

This mod is incompatible with NRaas Consigner.

Ask Anim Edits will conflict with any other mod that replaces the social_askfor jazz script in JazzData.

Download: SFS / MTS

Place the .package file in your Packages or Overrides folder.

Credits & Thanks

Battery’s Script Mod Template Creator: Getting started with scripting quickly.

nraas: I used their Tunings code in my own script, which helped me inject the tuning of one interaction into another.

dnSpy: Peeking into the game’s files.

Visual Studio 2022: Writing the script.

s3pe: Exporting/Importing resources, creating the package file.

Adobe Photoshop: Creating the preview image.

Thanks to @thesweetsimmer111 for helping me work out some issues with the jazz script!

Thanks to gamefreak130 for helping me replace some of the interactions!

Thanks to the lovely community at TS3 Creators Cave!

A Sim walked up to a concessions stand and he said to the man running the stand...!

#mycc:ts3 #ts3:nicervendors-askanimedits

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could you write a lioness!reader x harry imagine about her winning the euros and harry being there and being really proud and the games leading up to the final he shows on stage and runs out when she scores and then he’s actually at the game for the final and he holds to trophy and he’s just really proud of her

His Lioness.

my masterlist || ask me anything <3

authors note - thinking of creating a series based on harry dating a lioness, due to the women’s world cup currently taking place. let me know !

this is also a instagram x real life sort of one, so there will be dialogue.

word count - 3.5k

in which, harry is dating the captain of the england women’s national team, and the euro final is taking place very soon, this is a selection of moments from the duration of the tournament.

face claim - leah williamson.

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26th July, 2022.

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your hotel room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside you. Today was the day of the Semi Final of Euro 2022, and you were going to represent the England women's football team in a crucial match. But despite your skills and experience, the pressure was getting to you.

You knew just the person who could calm your nerves—your husband, who was currently on tour in Argentina. With a deep breath, you picked up your phone and dialled his number. As the FaceTime call connected, your heart skipped a beat, and you eagerly waited for him to answer.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally picked up after the fourth ring. His familiar face appeared on the screen, and you couldn't help but smile despite your jitters.

"Hey, m’heart. Is everything alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he noticed the nerves etched on your face.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I'm just... really nervous, H. It's the Semi Final today, and the pressure is getting to me."

Harry's comforting smile spread across his face as he leaned closer to the camera. "You've got this, baby. You've worked so hard f’this moment, and you're an incredible player. I have no doubt that y’and the team will do great today."

You couldn't help but feel reassured by his words, the sound of his voice calming your anxious heart. "I know, but what if something goes wrong? What if I make a mistake that costs us the game?"

Harry's eyes softened as he spoke, "Listen, even the best players make mistakes sometimes. It's a part of the game, and it doesn't define y’as a player or a person. What matters is that y’give it your all, and I know y’will. Just remember why y’play this beautiful game in the first place—because y’love it and y’passionate about it."

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. "You're right. I do love football, and I've dreamed of playing at this level since I was a kid."

Harry's smile widened, and he nodded encouragingly. "Exactly. Hold onto that passion, and remember that no matter what happens out there, I'm proud of you. We all are—y’team, y’family, and y’fans. You're a champion, and nothing can take that away from you."

A surge of warmth and love filled your heart as you gazed into his eyes through the screen. "Thank you, H. I needed to hear that."

He chuckled softly. "Anytime, love. Now, go out there and show them what you're made of. Play with y’heart, and enjoy every moment. I'll be cheering for y’from here in Argentina."

Feeling a newfound sense of confidence, you smiled back at him. "I will. And I'll make sure to FaceTime you right after the match to share the joy of victory with you."

Harry grinned, teasingly adding, "And if it doesn't go as planned, I'll be here to give y’a’virtual hug and tell y’how amazing y’are regardless."

You laughed, feeling the nerves starting to fade away. "Deal. Thank you for being my rock, Harry."

"Always, love. Now, go conquer that pitch and make us all proud!" he cheered, giving you a virtual thumbs-up.

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The stadium was alive with energy as the Semi Final of Euro 2022 kicked off. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you took your position on the pitch, representing the England women's team in this crucial match. The cheers of the passionate crowd fueled your determination, and you were ready to give it your all.

In the twenty-eighth minute, the moment you had been waiting for arrived. Your teammate, Beth Mead, skillfully passed you the ball. With lightning reflexes, you controlled it with your foot and set off on a sprint, leaving the Swedish opposition players trailing behind you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you dribbled with precision and agility, feeling the ball close to your feet, like an extension of yourself.

As you neared the goal, the defenders closed in, but you stayed focused, keeping your eyes on the prize. With a quick feint to the right, you left them off balance, and in one swift motion, you found yourself in a clear path towards the net.

The crowd roared in anticipation as you aimed and unleashed a powerful shot. The ball soared through the air, and the goalkeeper leaped desperately, but there was no stopping it. The net bulged, and the stadium erupted into an explosion of cheers and applause.

You could hardly believe it—your goal had just given your team the lead in the crucial Semi Final. Your teammates rushed toward you, their faces filled with joy and excitement. They tackled you with hugs and shouts of triumph, celebrating the incredible moment together.

Amid the euphoria, you basked in the joy of the moment. The elation was contagious, and you felt the unity and camaraderie of the team enveloping you. All the hard work, the training, and the sacrifices had led to this moment, and you couldn't be prouder to share it with your teammates and represent your country on this grand stage.

As the cheers of the crowd echoed in your ears, you took a moment to soak it all in. The sight of your team celebrating, the sound of the fans chanting your name, and the feeling of achievement coursing through your veins—it was a moment you would cherish forever.

The Semi Final was far from over, but your goal had set the tone for the rest of the match. With renewed determination, you returned to your position, ready to continue the battle with your team by your side. As the whistle blew, you knew that whatever the outcome, this moment would be etched in your heart—a testament to the magic of the beautiful game and the incredible journey that brought you here.

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ynandhazupdates, HARRY RUNNING ON STAGE TODAY CELBRATING (Y/N) SCORING IN THE SEMI FINAL OF THE WOMENS EUROS! via @username

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username, the whole tour crew cheering for (Y/N)🥹🥹

username, i want a hype man like him

username, if my husband ain’t like that i don’t want him.

username, preach!!

harrystyles via instagram stories.

Sitting in the changing room after the intense Semi Final, you were still buzzing with excitement from your team's victory. As you changed into your England tracksuit, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that you had played a significant role in securing the win. The camaraderie among your teammates was palpable, and everyone was in high spirits.

Just as you were about to head to the coach back to the hotel, your teammate Rachel Daly approached you with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Hey, I've got something to show you," she said, holding her phone out for you to see.

Curious, you took the phone, and Rachel played a video that a fan had posted online. As you watched, your eyes widened in surprise and delight. It was a clip of your husband's fans watching the Semi Final on a big screen he had set up on stage before his show in Argentina. The atmosphere was electric, and you could feel the excitement emanating from the screen.

Then, the moment that made your heart soar arrived. The video showed the crowd erupting with cheers and applause as you scored the opening goal. And there, in the midst of the ecstatic fans, was your husband, running across the stage, celebrating your goal with unbridled joy. His arms were punching the air in a gesture of triumph, and his infectious smile lit up the entire arena.

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30th July, 2022.

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ynandhazupdates, Harry spotted arriving at Heathrow this morning!

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username, being a supportive husband is what we like to seen

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31st July, 2022.

Today was the day.

It was the euro 2022 final.

In the back of the taxi that was cruising along the streets of London to Wembley, Harry sat quietly, his mind seemingly occupied with thoughts.

His mother, Anne, noticed his unease and gently placed a hand on his arm. "Harry, darling, is everything alright?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

When England made it to the final, there was no doubt that Anne was missing you play, you were like a daughter to her so she knew she had to be there.

Gemma would have been there as well but she was currently on holiday with her boyfriend, Michal.

Harry hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to share his worries with his mother. Finally, he decided to open up.

“M’just feeling a bit nervous, Mum," he admitted. "Today's game means s’much to (Y/N), and I can't help but worry about how she'll handle it if the team don't win."

Anne smiled reassuringly, understanding her son's concern for his partner.

“Love, I know how much (Y/N) means to you, and I'm sure she knows it too," she said comfortingly. "She's a strong and resilient person. Win or lose, she'll be alright, and you'll be there to support her."

Harry nodded, appreciating his mother's words of wisdom.

“Y’right, Mum. I just want this victory f’her so badly. She's worked so hard, and I don't want her t’feel disheartened if they don't make it," he said, sincerity in his voice.

Anne patted his hand softly. "I understand your feelings, dear. But remember, it's a team effort, and they’ve all put there best into getting to this final. Focus on playing your best and enjoying the game. The outcome is not entirely in your hands, and that's okay."

As the taxi continued its journey to the stadium, Harry and Anne talked more about the match, memories of their own experiences flooding their minds. Anne shared stories of his childhood football games, reminding him of the joy he felt on the field. It lightened Harry's heart, and he started to relax, ready to face the game with a newfound perspective.

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As the Women's Euro 2022 final reached its intense 62nd minute, the tension on the field was palpable. The score was zero-zero and both teams were in a tight battle, and you could feel the weight of the moment as you received the ball in the midfield.

With determination in your eyes, you spotted your teammate Ella Toone making a daring run towards the German opposition goal.

You swiftly passed the ball to her, watching as she skillfully controlled it, dribbling past defenders with finesse. The German goalkeeper, sensing the threat, came out of her goal to narrow the angle. In that heartbeat, you knew Ella had an opportunity to make something special happen.

As the goalkeeper advanced, Ella made a split-second decision and skillfully chipped the ball over her head. The crowd gasped as they saw the ball floating towards the net. Time seemed to slow as everyone's eyes followed its trajectory

And then, the stadium erupted in cheers as the ball gracefully sailed into the net, scoring a remarkable goal. You couldn't help but burst with pride as you saw Ella celebrating her incredible achievement. Running towards her, you joined the team in congratulating her.

"Holy moly, Ella! That was absolutely brilliant!" you exclaimed, beaming with excitement.

Ella's face lit up with a mix of joy and disbelief as You pulled her into a tight hug.

Tears of happiness glistened in Ella's eyes as she embraced you back.

The team's celebration continued as you all rallied around Ella, knowing that her goal had put you one step closer to becoming champions. The remaining minutes of the match were intense, with both teams giving their all to secure victory.

In the 79th minute, the unthinkable happened. Despite your best efforts as a defender, the German team managed to break through England's defensive line and score a goal. As they celebrated, a heavy feeling of disappointment settled within you, and you couldn't help but feel responsible for not preventing the goal.

Feeling crestfallen, you stood near your position, replaying the moment in your mind, questioning if there was something more you could have done. That's when your teammate and fellow defender, Millie Bright, approached you with a reassuring smile.

"Hey, it's not your fault," Millie said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "They were just too quick.”

You looked at Millie, thankful for her comforting words but still feeling a pang of guilt.

"I know, but I should have been faster, more alert," you replied, your voice tinged with disappointment.

Millie shook her head gently.

"Listen, we all have moments like these in football. It's part of the game," she said reassuringly. "You've been an amazing defender throughout the tournament, and one goal doesn't define your skills or our team's efforts."

As you listened to Millie's encouraging words, a sense of relief washed over you. She was right; football was full of ups and downs, and even the best players experienced setbacks. It was essential to support each other and learn from every situation.

Millie continued, "Remember, we still have time to turn things around. Let's focus on regrouping, communicating, and giving our all for the rest of the match. We can do this together."

The game was in full swing when the the next ever occurred. As you skillfully controlled the ball, a German player launched a hard tackle, taking out your legs from under you. You fell to the ground, clutching your shin in pain, wincing at the impact.

Your teammates rushed over to check on you, concern etched on their faces.

“Are you okay? Can you stand up?" Georgia Stanway asked, reaching out to offer support.

You took a moment to catch your breath, trying to assess the extent of the injury.

"It hurts, but I think I can stand," you replied, gritting your teeth through the discomfort.

The referee, witnessing the tackle, quickly ushered the medics over to assess the situation. The medics approached you, kneeling beside you to examine your leg carefully.

"Can you tell us where it hurts the most?" they asked gently.

You pointed to your shin, wincing as they touched the affected area. "Right here, it's quite sore," you explained, trying to keep a brave face.

After a thorough assessment, the medics gave you some encouraging news.

“Luckily, there doesn't seem to be any major injury. It might be painful, but you're still able to play," they said, offering a reassuring smile.

In the private box overlooking the pitch, Harry sat with his mother Anne and your parents, engrossed in the Women's Euro 2022 final. As the game reached its intense moments, he couldn't help but feel the tension rising in the air.

And then, it happened. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the brutal tackle unfold on the field. From where he sat, he witnessed the German player taking out your legs, causing you to fall to the ground in agony, clutching your shin.

"What the hell?" Harry exclaimed, jumping up from his seat in reaction to the rough challenge. His heart raced with concern for you, seeing you in pain from the tackle.

Anne, equally worried, reached out and put a hand on his arm.

“Take a deep breath, love. Let's hope the medics can assess the situation quickly," she said soothingly, sharing his concern for your well-being.

Your parents also watched with anxious expressions, their hearts going out to you on the field.

"I hope she's okay. She's a tough one, but that looked harsh," your dad said, his voice reflecting the worry in his eyes.

As the referee and medics rushed to your side, Harry's gaze remained fixed on the field, anxious for any signs of improvement. He wanted to jump down and rush to your aid, but he knew the medics were well-equipped to handle the situation.

"Y’think she'll be alright?" Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly with concern.

Anne squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Let's trust the medics to take care of her. She's a strong player, and I'm sure she'll do her best to get back on her feet," she said, trying to comfort her son.

Amidst the tension in the box, the medics gave their assessment, and it was a relief to hear that the injury wasn't too severe.

“She can still play," Your dad informed the group, echoing the news from the medics.

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In the intense 110th minute, with the score still tied, your teammate Lauren Hemp delivered a corner kick. The atmosphere was charged with excitement as players from both teams crowded near the goal line, vying for an opportunity to make a decisive play.

Amongst the hustle and bustle, Chloe Kelly managed to find a small opening amidst the sea of players. With precision and finesse, she gently touched the ball, guiding it over the goal line. As the ball nestled into the back of the net, she let out a mix of joy and relief, starting to celebrate. However, amidst the chaos, she wasn't entirely sure if the goal was inside or not.

In that moment of uncertainty, the referee made the crucial decision, pointing to the centre circle and giving the goal to your team. The stadium erupted in a thunderous cheer as the realisation dawned that your team was now in the lead.

Seeing Chloe's celebration begin, you and the rest of the team joined in the excitement, rushing towards her. The pure elation of the moment overcame any doubt, and you all embraced Chloe, celebrating her crucial goal. Her shirt flew off in the midst of the jubilation, leaving her in her sports bra, but in that moment, it didn't matter. It was a raw display of emotion and camaraderie, and everyone was ecstatic.

Chloe beamed, tears of happiness mingling with her smile. "I couldn't believe it went in! We're winning!" she said, her voice filled with disbelief and elation.

The entire team shared in the celebration, hugging, cheering, and jumping in unison. This was the moment that could potentially seal your team's victory in the prestigious tournament. It was a culmination of all the hard work, dedication, and teamwork throughout the competition.

Amidst the jubilant chaos, the referee restored order, and Chloe managed to retrieve her shirt, chuckling at the unplanned but unforgettable moment. As you all returned to your positions, the renewed energy and spirit fueled your determination to defend the lead until the final whistle.

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As the final whistle echoed through the stadium, marking the end of the Women's Euro 2022 final, a wave of emotions washed over you. The deafening sound of cheers and roars from the crowd engulfed the air, creating an electric atmosphere that seemed to vibrate through your entire being.

With tears welling up in your eyes, you fell to the ground, facing the sky, and sobbed uncontrollably. It was a moment of overwhelming joy, relief, and pure elation, all merging into a cathartic release of emotions.

You couldn't believe it – you had won the final! The realisation of your team's triumph, after an arduous journey and hard-fought battles, was a dream come true. The sense of accomplishment and pride was indescribable.

Around you, your teammates embraced each other tightly, tears of joy streaming down their faces as well. The collective effort, the sacrifices, and the sheer dedication had paid off. You were champions, and the world recognized it.

Amidst the celebratory chaos, you took a moment to breathe in the significance of the victory. The memories of the challenges faced during the tournament, the long hours of training, and the unwavering support of your team and loved ones flooded your mind. This victory was not just for you, but for everyone who had been a part of this incredible journey.

Harry, watching from the stands, saw you on the ground and knew the tears were tears of joy. His heart swelled with pride, witnessing your triumph from a distance. He couldn't wait to rush down to the field and embrace you, to share this moment of pure bliss together.

As you wiped the tears from your eyes, your teammates gathered around, offering hugs and congratulations. They understood the magnitude of this achievement, and each embrace felt like a warm embrace of validation and camaraderie.

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One by one, each member of the team received their well-deserved medals. Your heart swelled with pride as you watched your teammates' faces light up with joy and their hands clutching their medals tightly.

As the captain, you were the last one to receive your medal. The weight of responsibility and pride bore heavily on your shoulders as you stepped forward to accept the recognition. The medal felt like a symbol of the incredible journey you had all embarked on together.

With the medal gleaming around your neck, you turned your attention to the next significant moment—the presentation of the trophy. With steady steps, you made your way to the trophy stand, knowing that this was the culmination of your team's hard work and dedication.

The trophy, a symbol of triumph and achievement, glistened in the spotlight. As you reached out to hold it, a surge of emotions washed over you. This was not just your victory, but a testament to the unwavering spirit and unity of the entire team.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face your teammates, who were lined up on the podium, waiting for this unforgettable moment. The joy and camaraderie amongst the team were palpable, each player beaming with pride.

Standing in the middle of your teammates, you lifted the trophy high above your head. The stadium erupted in a thunderous cheer as confetti filled the air, creating a dazzling display of colors. It felt like time stood still as you basked in the glory of this triumphant moment.

The deafening roar of the crowd was music to your ears, a testament to the love and support you had received throughout this journey. Each cheer felt like a nod to the sacrifices, sweat, and tears that had gone into reaching this pinnacle of success.

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After the trophy celebration, you stood on the pitch, still buzzing with adrenaline and the overwhelming emotions of the victory. Your teammates were exchanging hugs and high-fives, relishing the moment together. As you were talking with one of your teammates, Beth Mead suddenly interrupted, "Hey, (Y/N) look who's behind you."

You turned around, somewhat incredulous because you were sure Harry was still on tour in Argentina. But there he was, walking towards you with a big smile on his face, his eyes shining with pride and love. The sight of him standing there, present for this unforgettable moment, took your breath away.

You ran straight over to him, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks. All the excitement and emotion that had been building up throughout the match now found a release as you sobbed into Harry's neck, holding him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you, comforting and embracing you, knowing how much this victory meant to you.

"I can't believe you're here," you managed to whisper amidst the tears, your voice filled with astonishment and happiness.

Harry chuckled softly, his hand gently caressing your back. "Surprise! I wouldn't have missed this f’anything," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring.

Through the tears, you looked up at him, trying to make sense of the moment.

“I thought you were still on tour," you said, your heart filled with gratitude for his presence.

"I had to be here to support you," Harry said, his eyes never leaving yours. "Y’were incredible out there, and m’so, so proud of you."

His words only made you cry harder, but they were tears of overwhelming joy and love. You buried your face back into his neck, feeling the comfort of his embrace, knowing that he was here to share this special moment with you.

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