#but they are sooooo far away and my bed is so comfortable……..

[lifeonmvrs]

also this drawing is gonna kill me. it just doesn’t look right!!! i cannot render clothes apparently. and the hair, which is usually my fav part, is not hair-ing. ach, just gonna “trust the process” ig

#i am watching save data’s ace attorney let’s play tho so it is enjoyable #i should probably get my glasses i’m starting to feel a headache arriving.. #but they are sooooo far away and my bed is so comfortable…….. #ach whatevs im gonna get up #bye #mars rambles 🪸 #not art but art related

[pucksandpower]

Pequeña

Happy Nation: A Series of Standalone Fics

Fernando Alonso x Webber!Reader

Summary: a brutal breakup leads you right into the arms of one of your father's oldest friends (or in which being sooooo normal about Fernando Alonso runs in the Webber family)

Warnings: 18+ content, age gap, taking advantage of an emotionally vulnerable state, breeding, and pregnancy

You sit hunched on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest as tears stream down your face. Your mobile vibrates again and you swipe away another message from your now ex-boyfriend without reading it. How could he do this to you? You thought what you had was real.

Your thoughts drift to home, to your family thousands of miles away in Australia. You long for your dad’s comforting embrace and your mum’s reassuring words. But they’re so far away. You feel painfully alone in this strange English city where you’ve come to attend university.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re dialing a familiar number. It rings three times before a warm voice picks up. “Hola pequeña! What’s wrong?”

“N-Nando ...” You sniffle, trying and failing to keep your voice from cracking. “He … he cheated on me.”

There’s a pause before Fernando responds, his Spanish lilt taking on a protective edge. “That little hijo de puta. I’ll kill him myself.”

You let out a watery laugh. “No, don’t do that. I … I just miss home. Miss my family.”

“Say no more, pequeña. You’re coming to stay with me for a bit, yeah? Can’t have you all alone like this.”

You hesitate, wiping at your tears. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose ...”

“Impose?” Fernando laughs. “My favorite girl? Never. I’m sending a car to get you right now.”

“No, no, I can drive myself-”

“You’ll do no such thing in this state,” he chides. “Driver’s on his way. Go pack a bag.”

You open your mouth to protest again but think better of it. Fernando can be extremely stubborn when he wants to be. “Okay, okay. Thank you, Nando. Really.”

“De nada, pequeña. I’ve got the guest room all ready for you. We’ll get through this together, yeah?”

His soothing Spanish accent is already making you feel infinitely better. You know Fernando has been close with your family for years, has watched you grow up into the young woman you are today. He’s always treated you like his own daughter.

“I’m looking forward to it,” you say, meaning it. Spending time with Fernando is guaranteed to lift your spirits. “Your place in Silverstone, right?”

“That’s the one. Get packing and don’t worry about a thing. I’ll see you very soon.”

You hang up and immediately start throwing clothes and essentials into an overnight bag with a renewed sense of hope. Fernando always knows just what to do to make you feel better.

Two hours later, you’re being ushered into the backseat of a sleek black sedan by a courteous driver in a pressed suit. He takes your bag and stows it in the trunk before sliding behind the wheel.

“Miss Webber? I’ll be taking you to Mr. Alonso’s residence now.”

You nod, suddenly exhausted from all the crying. The driver seems to sense your melancholy because he doesn’t try to make small talk.

The English countryside whips by in a blur of green fields and quaint villages. Before you know it, the sedan is pulling up to an impressive brick estate surrounded by beautifully manicured gardens.

The driver lets you out and leads you up to the front door, which swings open before you can knock. Fernando stands there in a soft white sweater and dark-washed jeans, arms open wide.

“Pequeña!” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he pulls you into a fierce hug. “Welcome, welcome.”

You breathe in his comforting scent of sandalwood and citrus as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “I’m glad you came,” he murmurs.

He ushers you inside and you can’t help but gape at the tasteful, modern interior decor. It’s bright and airy, with huge windows offering views of the impeccable gardens beyond.

“This place is incredible, Nando,” you say, trailing behind him as he leads you through the spacious living room towards what appears to be the kitchen.

“You like?” He grins over his shoulder. “I had it remodeled not too long ago. Here, have a seat.” He pulls out a barstool at the huge kitchen island.

You take a seat, settling your elbows on the cool granite surface as Fernando busies himself at the stove. “So,” he says without turning around. “Tell me everything, from the beginning. Don’t leave out a single detalle.”

You sigh, resting your chin in your hands as Fernando starts pulling ingredients from the fridge. “Well, it started a few weeks ago. ..”

You recount all the little things that, in hindsight, were red flags: the constant emailing and texting, the unusually long nights “studying” at the library, the bizarre excuses. Fernando listens intently, occasionally tossing in a sympathetic “maldito idiota” or an indignant shake of his head.

Finally, you get to the part where you finally confronted your now ex about his shady behavior … only to have him confess that he’d been cheating on you for months with some underclassman sociology major.

By the time you’ve finished, your voice is thick from holding back a fresh wave of tears. Fernando sets down the knife he was using to chop vegetables and comes around the island to pull you into another hug.

“Oh, pequeña,” he murmurs into your hair. “Lo siento mucho. You didn’t deserve any of that, you hear me?”

You just nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Fernando rubs your back again before pulling away, hands on your shoulders so he can look you square in the eyes.

“Listen. That boy?” A feisty glint enters his warm hazel eyes. “He’s a fool, a complete and total imbecile for hurting someone as incredible as you. You’re so brave, so strong, so full of life ...” He tucks an errant strand of hair behind your ear. “And any man should consider himself the luckiest in the world to have you in his life, you understand?”

You manage a watery smile and nod again. Leave it to Fernando to know exactly what to say to begin mending your broken heart.

“Good.” He straightens up, clapping his hands together decisively. “Now dry those tears, pequeña. I’m making my famous seafood paella for dinner tonight and I’ll need my best assistant chef!”

You let out a surprised laugh, swiping at the dampness on your cheeks. “You know I’m a disaster in the kitchen.”

“Nonsense!” Fernando waves a dismissive hand as he returns to the cutting board. “Everyone can learn with a little guidance from Chef Nano, no?”

The next couple of hours pass in a blur of cheerful chopping, stirring, and laughing as Fernando walks you through the steps, nudging you gently whenever you veer off course. It’s impossible to stay weighed down by your sadness when he’s cracking jokes in that irreverent way of his and peppering you with silly kitchen nicknames.

By the time you’ve portioned out the fragrant saffron rice studded with shrimp, mussels, and clams into bowls, you’re doubled over in a fit of giggles from Fernando’s dramatic retelling of his past Formula 1 antics.

“... And then this crazy Australian madman comes barreling into the pit and just starts laying into me!” He throws his hands up, eyes dancing with mirth. “If Charlie hadn’t stepped in, I think your old man really might’ve killed me that day!”

You shake your head, still laughing as you take your first bite of the paella. It’s absolute perfection, the flavors melding together in an incredible symphony on your tongue. “My dad really went after you?”

“Oh yeah,” Fernando chuckles, digging into his own bowl. “We were like two crazed animals back then whenever we were on the track together. Couldn’t stand each other.”

There’s a lull as you both focus on eating for a few minutes. When you’re pleasantly full and satiated, you sit back with a contented sigh.

“Nando, that was hands down the best paella I’ve ever had.”

“You flatter me too much.” He waves a hand, but you can tell he’s pleased. “Just wait until tomorrow, when Chef Nano teaches you how to make the perfect tortilla Española, eh?”

The idea of getting to spend more time with Nando and being cooked for brings a genuine, untroubled smile to your face for the first time in days. This is just what you needed to start healing from your recent heartbreak.

***

As you help Fernando clear the dishes, a comfortable silence settles between you. He pours you both generous glasses of his favorite Spanish rioja and you retire to the plush living room sofas.

Fernando settles into the overstuffed armchair across from you, stretching out his lean legs as he takes a sip of wine. “So, pequeña ...” He fixes you with that warm, piercing gaze. “What is it you really want? In a man, I mean.”

You pause, considering his question as you swirl the ruby liquid in your glass. “I … I’m not sure I know anymore, to be honest. I thought I had it all figured out with ...” You trail off, unable to even say your ex’s name without a pang of hurt lancing through you.

Fernando reaches over to pat your knee comfortingly. “Hey, no more tears, okay? That pendejo is in the past. I’m asking what your ideal partner would be like going forward. What do you want, need, deserve from a man?”

You take a fortifying sip of the bold, peppery wine before responding. “I think … more than anything, I just want to feel cherished. Valued. Like I’m the most important person in his world.”

Fernando’s expression softens. “Oh, pequeña. You have such a big, beautiful heart. Of course that’s what you want — to be adored and treated like the incredible woman you are.”

You duck your head, warmth blooming in your cheeks at his praise. “I don’t know, Nando. Maybe I’m just being naive or asking for too much ...”

“Claro que no!” He leans forward, pinning you with an intense look. “You’re allowed to want those things, pequeña. You’re allowed to be selfish when it comes to your heart and what you need to be truly, deeply happy.”

His words resonate somewhere deep within you and you find yourself nodding slowly. “You’re right. I am allowed to want someone who makes me their whole world and never takes me for granted, aren’t I?”

“Exactamente.” Fernando reaches over to grasp your hands, his calloused fingers engulfing yours. “And let me tell you — any man who doesn’t give you that is un verdadero idiota. You deserve to be cherished, worshipped, put up on a pedestal every single day.”

His dark eyes burn with conviction, lips pressed into a serious line. You find yourself unable to look away, mesmerized by the sheer intensity of his words and manner.

“You deserve everything, pequeña,” he continues in a low, gravelly tone. “A man who makes you his whole priority, who loves you with every fiber of his being. Someone who will lay the world at your feet.”

Fernando reaches up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking over the apple of your cheekbone reverently. The calloused pad of it sends a shiver racing down your spine.

“Someone who looks at you and can scarcely breathe for how lucky, how blessed they are to have you in their life ...”

His face is so close to yours now, his warm breath caressing your lips. You’re completely transfixed, body thrumming with barely restrained tension and … anticipation?

Fernando’s next words are barely more than a hoarse rumble. “I will cherish you, pequeña. Always. Allow me to show you how a real man adores the woman he loves.”

And then his mouth is on yours, hot and insistent and tasting of wine and desire. You gasp into the kiss, frozen for a split second before melting against him, kissing him back with equal fervor. Your hands slide up to tangle in the soft strands at the nape of his neck as he angles his head, deepening the heated exchange.

Fernando groans low in his throat, the vibrations shooting straight to your core. His large, nimble hands come up to frame your face, holding you in place as he takes his time thoroughly exploring your mouth, nibbling at your lips, stroking his talented tongue against yours in a way that has you whimpering into him.

He pulls away slightly and you chase his lips with a soft keen of protest. Fernando chuckles darkly, nosing along your jaw.

“Patience, pequeña,” he rumbles against the sensitive skin just below your ear. “As sweet as that gorgeous mouth is, there are so many other parts of you I’ve been longing to taste ...”

A full-body shudder wracks you at his words, at the sheer need and promise lacing his tone. Part of you is stunned by how quickly the atmosphere between you has shifted, how easily you fell into his passionate embrace.

But a much larger part — the part that has admired and idolized this man since you were knee-high — is utterly intoxicated. Delirious with the knowledge that the love you’ve secretly harbored for Fernando for years is, impossibly, reciprocated.

His mouth is trailing hot, openmouthed kisses along the column of your throat and you tilt your head back with a wanton moan, reveling in the rasp of his day-old stubble against your sensitized skin.

“N-Nando ...” You try to put a protesting note in your voice, but it comes out a pleading whine instead. “Are you sure about this? I’m … I’m just a kid to you.”

He rears back to pin you with a look so full of naked want it makes you squirm. “You stopped being a kid a long time ago, pequeña,” he growls. “I’ve been watching you grow into this gorgeous, fiery woman and it’s taken everything in me not to take you into my arms like this until now.”

His hands roam down to palm your waist, fingers flexing possessively against the dip of your sides. You’re breathless, dizzy, wondering if you’ve stumbled into some incredible, wildly realistic dream.

Because surely this — with your longtime crush, the older man you’ve harbored forbidden fantasies about pulling you flush against his strong frame and lavishing kisses up the side of your neck — cannot be real. Can it?

“It’s real, pequeña. So, so real,” Fernando croons, as if reading your mind. He frames your face again, searing you with another passionate kiss that steals your breath and chases away any remaining doubts. “Feel how real it is,” he murmurs, guiding your hands down to the firm evidence of his arousal straining against the soft denim.

You whimper into his mouth, tentatively palming the thick bulge. Fernando hisses in a sharp breath through his teeth and breaks the kiss to press his forehead to yours. His eyes are tightly shut, long lashes fanning across sunkissed skin.

“F-fuck, pequeña,” he chokes out in a ragged voice. “Been dreaming of those little hands on me for years.”

Something inside you shifts at his confession, like a dam of long repressed want and need cracking open. You suddenly feel bolder, empowered by the effect you’re having on this man — this god among men who you’ve put on a pedestal for so long.

Maintaining heated eye contact, you slowly drag your hand up the length of his erection in one firm stroke that has Fernando’s hips jerking up as he curses vehemently in Spanish.

“Like this?” You rasp, a blatant challenge in your tone as you repeat the motion.

Fernando’s eyes flash hungrily and then he’s surging forward again, capturing your lips in another punishing kiss that leaves you lightheaded and alight with lust.

“Just like that, mi amor,” he growls when he releases your mouth with a final nip at your lower lip. “Now it’s my turn to cherish you ...”

With that, he loops an arm behind your knees and rises in one smooth, powerful motion, hoisting you up into a secure bridal carry. You yelp in surprise, hands flying up to cling to his broad shoulders.

“Nando! What are you, mmph-”

Your protest is cut off by his mouth slanting over yours in another heated kiss. Fernando maneuvers you easily as he starts carrying you towards the staircase, hiking your dainty linen dress up around your thighs.

“I’m making good on my promise, pequeña,” he murmurs hotly against your swollen lips. “Bedroom. Now. Going to lay you out and cherish every sweet inch of that gorgeous body, just like you deserve.”

Unbidden, a soft whine slips from your throat at his heated words. You tighten your grip on his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle there as a fresh wave of arousal floods through you, hot and insistent.

Fernando chuckles darkly, adjusting his grip on you as he starts up the stairs. “That’s it, let me hear how much you want this too.”

You open your mouth to respond but only a needy whine escapes as Fernando hitches you higher in his arms, the movement causing delicious friction against your core.

“I want, ngh-” Your words dissolve into another needy noise as Fernando nips at the juncture of your neck and shoulder in reprimand.

“Use your words, pequeña,” he rumbles against your tingling skin. “Tell me what you want.”

You don’t have a chance to reply before he’s kicking open a door and striding into what must be the bedroom, depositing you gently onto the plush center of an enormous bed. Fernando looms over you, chest heaving as he rakes his heated gaze over your prone form in a way that makes you shudder.

“Nando, I … I want you,” you finally manage, fighting past your shyness to meet his burning stare. “Want you to cherish me, cherish every part of me, like you promised.”

Fernando’s eyes darken further at your words and he slowly, purposefully begins lifting his sweater, never looking away from you.

“Good girl,” he praises in that deep, gruff tone that has your thighs pressing together instinctively. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

He shrugs off the soft knit, revealing a toned, hair-dusted chest and abdominal muscles carved from years of intense athletic training. You can’t help but drink in the display of his powerful body as he reaches for the buckle of his belt.

Fernando doesn’t miss your frank appraisal, a cocky smirk tugging at his full lips. “Like what you see, pequeña?”

You bite your lip and give a small, shameless nod. His grin widens and with a few deft flicks of his wrist, Fernando’s belt is undone and sliding free of its loops. You watch, rapt, as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion.

“Then no more teasing,” he promises in a low, heated rasp. “Tonight you’ll have as much of me as you can handle.”

With that, Fernando pushes his trousers and underwear down over his hips in one go, springing free in all his thick, flushed glory. Your eyes widen and you suck in a sharp breath at the sheer size of him, mouth going dry with naked want.

Fernando steps forward until he’s standing at the edge of the mattress, gloriously nude and incredibly aroused. He crouches down, bringing himself eye-level with your flushed face as he reaches out to gently take your hands in his calloused grip.

“Are you sure, pequeña?” He searches your gaze intently. “Because once I claim you, mark you as mine in every way … there’s no going back. I won’t ever let you go.”

His raw confession hangs in the heated air between you. You meet Fernando’s fiery gaze without faltering, threading your fingers through his in silent acceptance. His eyes blaze and then he’s surging up over you, capturing your mouth in another searing, all-consuming kiss as he slowly, reverently hikes your dress up and divests you of your last remaining garments.

You wind your arms around his thick neck, holding him close as Fernando settles between your splayed thighs with a low, guttural groan. He rears back just enough to pin you with another scorching look, stealing your breath.

“You’re mine now, pequeña,” he vows roughly, guiding his thick length to your slick entrance. “And I’m going to spend all night cherishing this sweet body, just like you deserve ...”

Fernando braces himself above you with one powerful forearm, using his free hand to grip your thigh and hitch your leg higher around his lean hips. You keen softly as the new angle allows him to sink even deeper, filling you up so deliciously.

He drops his forehead to yours, dark eyes locked on your parted lips as he starts rocking into you with slow, measured strokes. Each deliberate grind of his pelvis against yours has you whimpering, nails raking down the flexing planes of his back.

“That’s it, pequeña,” Fernando croons, punctuating his words with a sharp roll of his hips that has you crying out. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

You try to muffle your sounds against his broad shoulder, but Fernando isn’t having it. He slides the hand not braced on the mattress up to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head so your mouths are a hairsbreadth apart.

“No, no … I want to hear every gorgeous, needy little noise,” he rumbles, lips brushing yours with each scorching word. “Want to hear you begging for more of my cock, stretching you so perfectly ...”

A desperate whine slips free at his filthy words, your walls fluttering around his rigid length in defiant response. Fernando rewards you by capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his talented tongue teasing against yours as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

You moan brokenly into his mouth, legs locking around his narrow waist as Fernando sets a rhythm of steady, pounding strokes. Each slick glide has you building higher and higher, pleasure bordering on overwhelming. It’s so much after so much time without, yet somehow not enough.

You tear your lips from his with a ragged gasp, throwing your head back against the pillows. “M-More, Nando! Please … ah!”

Fernando grunts in approval at your needy plea, hips snapping forward to bury himself deeper. “As you wish, pequeña ...”

He sits up further on his knees, using the new leverage to drive into you with increased force and intensity. The lewd noises of your joining fill the air — skin slapping against skin, your cries of pleasure mingling with Fernando’s low groans of exertion.

Part of you feels like you should be embarrassed by the wanton sounds spilling from your lips. But a much bigger part is just reveling in the indescribable feeling of being taken apart so thoroughly by this incredible man’s skilled body.

Fernando hooks an arm under one of your knees, nearly bending you in half as he leans down to mouth hot, openmouthed kisses from your collarbone up the slender column of your throat. You keen wildly, fingers spasming against the rippling muscles of his back.

“Do you want it harder, pequeña?” He growls the filthy words against the racing pulse point under your jaw. “Want Papi to fuck you just like the needy little girl you are?”

A choked whimper is all you can manage in response, rendered incoherent by his merciless onslaught against that sensitive cluster of nerves deep inside you.

Fernando’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk against the side of your neck and then he’s driving into you with renewed vigor, hips pistoning in short, brutally powerful snaps that quickly have you keening. Your nails leave stinging welts in their wake as they drag down Fernando’s glistening shoulders and back, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

“That’s it, taking me so well,” he grits out through clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a nasty grind of his hips that has you crying out. “Such a good girl for Papi, con esas caderas tan estrechas ...”

His dirty Spanish murmurs nearly do you in, shooting white-hot sparks of pleasure-pain arcing across your nerve endings. You swear your vision nearly whites out entirely when his calloused fingers find your swollen bud, stroking firmly in tight, rapid circles that have you keening.

That familiar, coiling tension is rapidly becoming too much to bear. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, building and building with each punishing thrust into your greedy little hole and stroke against that hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

“Nando, Nando,” you pant, clutching desperately at his flexing biceps as your thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably. “I’m gonna, ah, fuck, I can’t-”

Fernando’s response is a series of harsh Spanish curses that would make a sailor blush. His mouth crashes against yours in a searing, messy kiss, swallowing your cries as he fucks you right through your release.

Wave after relentless wave of excruciating ecstasy crashes over you. You tremble and wail into Fernando’s mouth, pulled taut as a bowstring as he milks every last exquisite pulse from you with those sharp, unforgiving snaps of his hips.

Just when you think the pleasure searing along every nerve ending will break you into pieces, Fernando’s rhythm falters. He rears back, baring his teeth in a feral snarl that sends a fresh shock of desire arrowing straight to your core.

“Going to fill you up now, pequeña,” he grits out in a gravelly tone laced with strain. “Make you nice and, ah mierda, messy with Papi’s cum ...”

The sheer filth of his words, combined with his furious tempo draws animalistic whimpers from deep in your chest. You lock your ankles at the small of his back, taking him deeper as he starts to lose control.

“Please, Nando!” You beg shamelessly, reaching up to dig your fingers into the straining chords of muscle in his back and shoulders. “Please cum inside me, wanna be yours, wanna-”

Fernando cuts off your fervent cries with a harsh growl and then he’s slamming home one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills molten heat deep in your convulsing channel with a stream of strained Spanish curses.

You shudder and cry out at the incredible sensation of being filled so completely, holding him flush to you while he pulses and throbs. Fernando captures your lips in another searing kiss, fucking his tongue into your mouth in time with the shallow rolls of his hips as he spends himself.

Just when you think the incredible intensity of his release will never end, the shrill trill of a ringtone shatters the sweaty, panting silence of the bedroom.

Fernando goes rigid above you, finally breaking the fevered kiss with a curse that shoots straight to your over-sensitized core.

“Fucking hell, now?”

His tone is one of pure annoyance as his darkly tousled head whips towards the nightstand where his mobile is ringing incessantly. One large hand flexes against the sheets beside your head, ready to simply ignore the call.

Until, that is, he sees the caller ID and his entire demeanor shifts from one of irritation to something more sheepish. He immediately sits up on his haunches, the movement tugging at your overstuffed, abused entrance in the most delicious way and drawing a helpless whimper from you.

Fernando fixes you with a heated look, plush lower lip caught between his teeth as he drinks in your disheveled, satisfied state sprawled wantonly across his rumpled sheets. Only then does he make a sudden, aborted movement to grab the still-ringing phone, gaze flickering down to where you’re obscenely joined.

“Don’t you dare pull out,” you pant in warning, clenching down hard around him as he shifts to reach for the mobile. Fernando groans explosively at the vice-like grip, arm falling back to brace himself against the mattress.

“Insatiable,” he accuses with a dark chuckle. He somehow manages to snag the still-trilling phone without dislodging himself and you shamelessly squeeze down even tighter in petty retaliation. Fernando tosses you a smoldering glare that makes heat lick along your nerve endings before he finally answers.

“Hola?” His deep voice is rougher than usual, gravelly from the thoroughly ravished state you’ve put him in.

“Fernando! Mate, it’s me.” Your father’s crisp Aussie tone immediately filters through the speaker and you inadvertently clench down again in panic.

Fernando’s lips peel back in a mild wince before smoothing back into that trademark smug grin of his. He drops his free hand to splay possessively over your lower abdomen, thumb rubbing idle circles into the soft, oversensitized skin there as he regards you with dark, hooded eyes.

“Mark!” He greets your father with forced nonchalance, even as the pads of his calloused fingers dip dangerously close to where you’re still intimately joined. “What can I do for you?”

There’s a pregnant pause during which you can practically picture the slight frown creasing your dad’s brow at Fernando’s strange tone. “Er, sorry to bother you, Nando. I was just ringing to see if my daughter made it to you alright?”

You suck in a sharp breath, eyes going wide as Fernando’s lips quirk up in a devilish smirk. Instead of answering right away, he drags the tip of one finger agonizingly slowly through your damp curls in a wordless warning.

Biting your lip to stifle a moan, you obediently stop clenching your internal muscles, allowing Fernando to sink that few extra incredible inches back inside you with a roll of his hips. His eyes burn with smug satisfaction when you keen softly at the feeling of being so deliciously full.

“She arrived safe and sound,” Fernando finally replies, voice gone low and rough in a way that has your thighs trying to clench instinctively. He holds you open by digging the heel of his palm against your mound, lips twitching when you whimper. “I’m taking very … very good care of her. You don’t need to worry.”

Another pause from your father’s end, this one even longer. You can picture the perplexed furrow in his brow deepening as he tries to figure out the strange undercurrent in Fernando’s tone.

“Right … well, good then. I just wanted to check in and make sure she got there okay after that whole mess with her asshole of an ex.”

You shudder at the memory, hips shifting restlessly against Fernando’s calloused palm in a plea for friction, pressure, anything. He simply watches you squirm with darkly glittering eyes, lazily rubbing his thumb in soothing little circles just below your navel.

“Trust me,” Fernando finally rumbles, voice gone low and graveled in a way that sends a shiver of desire arcing down your spine. “Your little girl is being very well looked after, in every way.”

Your cheeks burn hot at the blatant innuendo lacing his words. Fernando’s smirk widens, like he enjoys seeing you so flustered, before he continues in a tone of exaggerated innocence. “She’s been … quite the handful, really, but I don’t mind.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you shoot him a betrayed look, clenching reflexively around the thick length still sheathed snugly inside you. Fernando arches one artfully sculpted brow as if in challenge, using his free hand to firmly grip one of your thighs and wrench your legs obscenely further apart in clear retaliation.

You muffle a whimper into the sheets as the new position allows him to grind deeper, that delicious friction quickly unraveling your will to stay quiet. You can already feel the coil of need building rapidly once more with each shallow roll of Fernando’s hips.

“What was that?” Your dad’s mildly bewildered voice suddenly crackles over the line, jarring you back to the reality of the situation.

Cheeks burning with a mixture of arousal and mortification, you blindly grasp for one of the pillows to muffle the series of pitiful noises now spilling past your lips as Fernando ups the intensity of his thrusts.

He leans in closer until the two of you are practically nose-to-nose, teeth sinking into that plush lower lip when you instinctively tighten around him like a velvet vise. Fernando’s eyes roll back briefly before fixing back on you, dark and fathomless as the depths of the Mediterranean.

“Nothing to worry about over here,” he pants through gritted teeth, one hand leaving its bruising grip on your thigh to curl around the back of your neck and pull you into a searing, filthy kiss designed to swallow any incriminating sounds. “Like I said. Just … taking very good care of your little girl.”

There’s one final confused little hum from your father before the line clicks off with a hollow beep. Fernando instantly drops the phone and slants his mouth hungrily over yours once more, all thoughts of the call instantly forgotten as he resumes fucking up into you with renewed vigor.

“My little girl, aren’t you pequeña?” He grates against your lips, punctuating each word with a scorching grind of his hips that has sparks bursting behind your eyelids. “Going to be a good girl and cum all over Papi’s cock again, sí?”

You can only nod wildly in agreement, nails raking down his broad back as that incredible tension inside you winds tighter and tighter. Fernando swallows your cries with his wicked, talented mouth, until finally you go rigid in his arms, back arched as your release rockets through you like a shockwave.

This time Fernando doesn’t even attempt to stifle your hoarse, animalistic keening, merely rearing back to watch in fascination as your complexion colors and your eyes roll back. He growls your name like a prayer, hips snapping erratically as he uses your convulsive flutters to chase his own high. Fernando’s chiseled features contort in pleasure, teeth sinking into his own lip hard enough to draw blood when you bear down with the vise-like strength of your release.

“F-Fuck … gonna … gonna fill you up again,” he grits out, thick cock jerking deep inside your molten depths. “Make you … gonna ah … make you mine forever this time, pequeña ...”

The gravelly promise in his tone somehow penetrates the sweaty, lust-hazed cocoon surrounding you. Your eyes fly open just in time to witness Fernando’s own clenched shut, jaw dropped in a growl as he buries himself to the hilt with one final, bruising grind of his pelvis.

You cry out at the incredible sensation of his release flooding your already stuffed channel with scorching ropes of thick seed. Fernando lets out a shuddering moan of pure gratification, hips working in short, shallow thrusts to pump every last pulse of his sticky essence into your greedy little womb.

When the last tremor of his climax has wrung through him, he drops bonelessly on top of you in a sweaty, panting tangle of sated limbs. You whimper quietly at the delicious feeling of his weight pinning you to the mattress, his softening length still lodged snugly inside as the two of you bask in the afterglow.

Fernando nuzzles into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pressing lazy, opened-mouthed kisses to your slick, overheated skin. His talented fingers trace abstract patterns up and down your sides, touch reverent as his gravelly voice rumbles against you.

“Going to get you nice and full, pequeña. Fill you up again and again until my baby takes ...”

A violent shudder wracks through you at the filthy promise in his words. Fernando chuckles darkly, gathering you closer against his sweat-slicked chest as his hand drifts down to cup your lower abdomen with tender possessiveness.

“That’s it, let it sink in,” he croons, fingertips rubbing in gentle circles. “My seed taking root deep inside this sweet little womb, putting a baby in your belly ...”

He punctuates the words with a firm press of his palm that has you gasping, walls fluttering greedily around the thick shaft still impaling you. Fernando makes a noise of deep approval low in his throat.

“Going to keep you just like this,” he vows in a tone that brooks no argument, hot and heavy against the sensitive shell of your ear. “Barefoot and pregnant in my bed, that gorgeous body swollen and glowing with my hijo ...”

You whimper at the image his words conjure up — your belly rounded and stretched taut with Fernando’s child, heavy breasts leaking as you cradle his son or daughter. Fernando husks out a laugh at your reaction, nosing along the line of your jaw until you meet his heated gaze.

“You like that idea, don’t you pequeña?” His eyes glitter with a mixture of desire and predatory satisfaction. “Being tied to me forever, in the most permanent way possible?”

You can only nod dumbly, suddenly rendered mute by the depths of your own yearning. Of course you want that — to carry this incredible man’s legacy inside you for all the world to see. To belong to him, completely.

Fernando rumbles his approval against your swollen lips, cupping the back of your head to angle your mouth for a tender, lingering kiss. When he finally breaks away, you try to chase his mouth with a breathless whimper of protest.

“Shh, patience, pequeña,” he murmurs indulgently, thumb stroking over your slick lower lip. His eyes are dancing with dark promise. “You’ll have plenty of time to take your fill of me in the coming months while I breed you over ...”

He kisses the words into the hollow of your throat, teeth grazing the rapid flutter of your pulse point.

“... and over ...” Fernando rolls you onto your back in one smoothly powerful motion, settling his weight over you as he lips trail a blazing path down your abdomen.

“... and over again.” His tongue dips briefly into your navel before he nuzzles lower, nose nudging through your damp curls until his warm breath ghosts over your overstimulated sex. You suck in a ragged gasp, thighs trembling with anticipation as Fernando glances up at you from under those ridiculously long lashes.

“Until it finally takes,” he finishes with a wicked grin before ducking down to swipe one firm lick through your folds. You nearly black out from the electric shock of pleasure-pain, broken cries echoing through the bedroom as Fernando sets to work thoroughly mapping every intimate inch of you with that devilishly skilled mouth and tongue.

True to his filthy promise, Fernando keeps you until the first rosy hints of dawn are just beginning to lighten the horizon outside, thoroughly ravishing your helpless body over and over again until you’re boneless and incoherent with satiation.

It’s only when the first few birds have begun to chirp their morning songs that he finally relents, blanketing you with his solid weight one last time. Fernando’s lips are kiss-swollen as they trail up the line of your throat to find yours in one more long, thorough kiss that leaves you totally plundered.

“Sleep now, pequeña,” he rumbles against your parted mouth, gathering you close as his hand drifts down to splay possessively over the slight tautness of your lower abdomen. “Let my release take nice and deep inside you ...”

You slip into unconsciousness to the sensation of Fernando’s calloused fingertips rubbing soothing circles over your skin and the imprinted promise of his low, sleep-roughened vows.

“I’m going to put a baby in you, pequeña. Going to breed you so full of my children until you’re round and glowing with them … that’s a promise.”

***

Six Months Later

Fernando can’t keep the swell of pride and possessiveness from blooming in his chest as he guides you through the paddock with a supportive hand on the small of your back. His dark gaze keeps flickering down to admire the swell of your belly peeking out beneath the flowing summer dress you’ve chosen for today.

He feels like a conquering king surveying his latest prize as you waddle adorably at his side, the golden sunlight caressing your features and lending a rosy flush to your glowing complexion. Fernando has never seen a more beautiful, ethereal sight than you in this moment — rounded with his child, your body transformed by the life blossoming within.

His hand subconsciously moves to cup the subtle curve of your belly as you pause to allow a team member to pass. Fernando feels a fresh surge of scorching desire and smug satisfaction race through his veins when you instinctively cover his hand with yours, cradling his palm against the taut swell.

“Easy there, pequeña,” he rumbles with a wolfish grin, leaning in until his lips brush the delicate shell of your ear. “We’re in public, remember? Wouldn’t want to give these pendejos an eyeful of how insaciable my little girl has become since getting knocked up ...”

A delightful shiver visibly ripples through you at his words, those gorgeous eyes fluttering shut for the briefest of moments before fixed back on him blown wide and dark with rekindled want. Fernando lets out a low chuckle of approval, arm winding around your waist to pull you flush against his side.

Just then, a familiar figure comes striding around the corner, brows low and thunderous as they zero in on the embrace Fernando has you locked in. Mark Webber falters mid-step as he takes in the rather obvious changes to your body, chin dropping in a comical picture of dumbstruck shock.

Fernando can’t resist angling the two of you forward just enough to emphasize the prominent curve of your belly straining against the flowy fabric of your summer dress. He watches your father’s expression morph from surprise, to confusion, then slowly … realization as the pieces begin to click into place.

Within seconds, Mark’s eyes have narrowed to slits of rage, mouth curling back in a snarl of anger as he picks up his pace and stalks towards the pair of you. Fernando’s own smug expression slips, features settling into a hard mask as he angles his body slightly in front of yours on instinct.

“You motherfucking piece of shit-” Your father snarls, face taking on an alarming reddish hue as he rears back and swings at Fernando.

Fernando manages to sidestep the worst of the blow at the last second, feeling only a glancing impact against his left cheekbone before Mark closes in again with balled fists raised. Behind him, you let out a strangled cry of dismay, reaching out helplessly to grasp at the back of his shirt.

“Dad, no! Fernando, please-”

But Fernando is already sinking into a fighting stance, knees slightly bent and weight evenly distributed. He blocks another wild swing from Mark with ease, allowing the Australian’s momentum to carry him past so Fernando can land a swift, open-handed punch against the side of his head.

The sharp retaliatory crack has Mark stumbling sideways, snarling like an enraged animal. For one brief, wildly intense moment, the two former rivals simply square off — sizing one another up like they’ve done a hundred times before on various circuits when they were both still competing.

From anyone else, Fernando might have been able to laugh off this overreaction, shrug it aside as the misguided anger of a hotblooded father learning his young daughter is now expecting. But this is Mark Webber — a man who has proven himself as fiery and formidable an opponent as they come.

Fernando won’t admit it aloud, but a tiny thrill of excitement races through him at the prospect of a proper throwdown with his old nemesis turned friend. He throws you a quick glance over his shoulder, assessing if he needs to move you further away before the situation escalates.

You surprise him by shaking your head adamantly, those beautiful eyes blazing with protective fury of your own as you plant yourself squarely in between the two men.

“Fernando, don’t hurt him,” you plead, gaze flickering between him and the bristling Aussie now clambering back to his feet. “He’s just-”

“Being a bloody psychopathic bastard,” Mark spits, wiping a hand across his rapidly swelling lip. His hateful glare lands accusingly on the prominent swell of your middle. “Fucking hell , Nando. She’s just a kid-”

Fernando feels his own temper ratcheting up several notches at the venom and dismissal lacing the other man’s tone. He takes an aggressive step forward, forcing you back behind the shield of his powerful frame.

“Don’t talk about her like she isn’t here to defend herself,” Fernando growls, unconcerned that they’re rapidly drawing an audience from the swarm of crew personnel surrounding them.

He arches a challenging brow at your father’s scathing glower. “What’s wrong? Upset that while you were off galivanting around the globe, I was putting a baby in your daughter’s belly?”

Mark lets out an outraged roar, lurching forward to throw another wild haymaker that Fernando easily ducks under. You cry out in distress, hands coming up to grip at Fernando’s biceps from behind as you try to bodily pull him away from the furious Australian’s reach.

“Both of you, stop!” Your shrill voice cuts through the tense alleyway, causing both men to pause for a split-second and glance towards you. “Nando, don’t provoke him! And you-” You aim an accusatory finger at your seething father. “Lay one more hand on Fernando and I swear to god-”

Whatever heated threat you were preparing goes unvoiced as a sudden aura of pain visibly ripples across your features, brow furrowing and lips parting on a pained gasp. Your hands instinctively fly down to cradle your belly, entire body locking up with tension.

Fernando’s heart leaps into his throat as he recognizes the clear signs of distress from months spent doting upon your every subtle twinge and discomfort. Immediately, his previous temper fades into a dull, distant roar easily overshadowed by the all-consuming need to ensure your well-being.

“Pequeña?” He’s at your side in an instant, gripping your upper arms to steady you as a light sheen of perspiration blooms on your brow. “Breathe through it, mi amor … just breathe, okay?”

“I-I’m fine,” you manage in a tight voice. “Just a twinge. The excitement is probably too mu-ahh!”

You gasp again, nails digging punishingly into Fernando’s forearms as your knees threaten to buckle. All hints of masculine posturing flee his mind as Fernando smoothly sweeps you up into a secure bridal carry, heedless of the soft whimpers of discomfort now trickling past your parted lips.

He locks eyes with a stunned Mark over your bent crown, gaze impassive and steady. “You heard her. The excitement is too much. We’re leaving.”

Without waiting for a response, Fernando swivels on his heel and marches back the way you’d originally come with you cradled protectively against his chest. He keeps his strides measured and unhurried, but still manages to put a fair amount of distance between the pair of you and your father’s petulant anger in a matter of moments.

Once you’ve rounded a quiet corner alcove, Fernando gently lowers you to a relatively secluded stack of equipment crates, bracing your lower back and guiding you into a seated position.

“Wait here,” he murmurs against your hairline, dropping a fleeting kiss to the rapidly dampening strands stuck to your brow. Fernando’s fingers ghost down to cradle your belly once more, silently assessing for any areas of increased tension. “I’ll be back in just a moment with some water and a physio, alright?”

You nod weakly, squirming to rest back against the cool metal behind you as another pained grimace flits across your features. Fernando feels his heart clench at the wretched, lost expression clouding your eyes.

Cupping your cheek, he tilts your chin up until you meet his heated gaze. “Don’t look so afraid, pequeña. Everything will be fine, you’ll see.”

Fernando leans in until his nose brushes against yours, allowing the familiar closeness and the scent of his cedar and bergamot cologne to soothe you. “Our little one is just reminding us who’s boss, that’s all. But Papi’s here … I’ll take care of both of you, sí?”

You manage a weak smile at that, some of the tension bleeding from your delicate features as you nod against his palm. Fernando presses one more lingering kiss to your brow before reluctantly pulling away.

“I’ll be right back, mi vida. Just breathe deeply for me in the meantime.”

With one final reassuring caress to your belly, Fernando turns on his heel and strides back out into the bustling paddock area. His jaw is set in a tense line, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he mentally catalogs which team staff he needs to track down.

Rounding a corner, Fernando very nearly barrels straight into the rigid form of your father standing there with arms crossed, clearly waiting to waylay him. The Aussie’s expression is thunderous, eyes blazing with hurt and undisguised fury.

“So that’s it then?” Mark bites out in a tone of barely restrained aggression. “You’ve gone and knocked up my little girl. My own daughter, Nando ...”

Fernando holds up a dismissive hand, in no mood to allow your father’s misplaced anger to provoke another confrontation — not when you’re so clearly in distress. “Don’t start with me again.” His tone is low, brooking no argument. “Your daughter is safe and being well looked after, that’s all that matters right now.”

With that, he moves to sidestep around Mark, only to find his path blocked by the other man’s broad chest as he steps directly into Fernando’s space. The former World Champion narrows his eyes warningly, feeling his temper ratcheting back up in the face of such insolence.

“Look, you arrogant Spanish prick,” Mark growls, lips peeling back in a menacing sneer. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, but-”

Fernando abruptly cuts him off with a harsh bark of humorless laughter, dark eyes glittering dangerously. “A game?” He shakes his head slowly, expression one of vaguely disbelieving contempt. “You really think that’s all this is to me? Getting one up on you by deflowering your little girl and leaving her pregnant, alone, and disgraced?”

The other man flinches almost imperceptibly at the crass words, clearly thrown by Fernando’s frank disdain. The Spaniard presses on relentlessly. “Any man who would treat a situation like this so flippantly doesn’t deserve to consider themselves a real man at all — let alone a father.”

Mark’s face has turned an alarming shade of puce, whether from shame or sheer unchecked rage Fernando neither knows nor cares. He simply crowds further into the Australian’s space, heedless of how their chests nearly brush with each harsh exhalation.

“Make no mistake, I love that woman and the child she carries more than life itself,” Fernando states with conviction, cadence low and gravelly. “If you’re asking whether I intend to be there for them both as a partner, as a father … my answer is simple.”

He pauses just long enough to allow the weight of his next words to truly sink in.

“For as long as your daughter and my children will have me, you couldn’t pry me away from their sides with a fucking crowbar.”

Fernando holds your father’s seething gaze for one final beat, satisfaction lancing through him at seeing the other man seemingly robbed of his righteous anger. With a curt nod, he finally moves to brush past the speechless Australian without another word —intent on fetching the physio like he had originally set out to do.

Because in the end, Mark Webber’s approval means less than nothing to Fernando. All that matters is rushing back to your side and ensuring your safety and comfort. You and the new life blossoming within you are his entire world now.

As if to reaffirm the point, you suddenly appear around the corner, one hand braced protectively under the swell of your abdomen.

“Nando,” you breathe in a tremulous voice, blindly reaching for him. “The little one misses you ...”

Fernando instantly abandons all thoughts of confronting Mark, or retrieving a physio, or anything else as he rushes to gather you up in his arms once more. He cradles you tenderly to his chest as your fingers twist almost convulsively in the fabric of his Hugo Boss shirt, dark eyes wide and pleading.

Fernando glances down at you cradled protectively in his arms, heart clenching at the distressed furrow of your brow and shallow, panting breaths.

Readjusting his grip, he dips his head to murmur a string of soothing Spanish endearments against your sweat-dampened hairline as he carries you through the winding labyrinth of the paddock. His strides are measured but purposeful, not rushing — he needs to get you somewhere quiet and comfortable to recover from the ordeal.

Finally, Fernando spots a secluded alcove tucked away behind a cluster of tires. He quickly guides you over and gently lowers you onto an emptied workbench, cocooning you against his broad chest.

“There, there, pequeña,” he croons, lips brushing your brow. “Just breathe nice and deep for Papi, just like we practiced ...”

You nod weakly, fingers reflexively flexing against the solid planes of Fernando’s abdomen as you struggle to pull in deep gulps of air. He deftly tugs the neckline of your summer dress aside to expose more of your flushed skin, using the hem to dab away the perspiration beading on your chest and throat.

“That’s it, mi vida,” he praises in that dark, soothing timbre. “Just like that, easy does it ...”

Slowly, the tension bleeds from your features as the worst of the discomfort subsides. Fernando doesn’t dare loosen his supportive embrace, nor does he tear his increasingly heated gaze away from your parted lips as each measured exhale puffs across his skin.

“Better now?” He murmurs, thumb tracing the delicate arch of your cheekbone reverently. A rosy blush stains your complexion when you nod meekly, lashes fanning across those glorious cheekbones.

“Good girl,” Fernando rumbles, helpless not to drink in the gorgeous picture you make — cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glazed with lingering stardust. He grips your jaw in a firm caress, tilting your chin up until your gazes lock.

“Because I must admit,” he husks softly, gaze darkening to molten whiskey. “Seeing you like this, with my child safe inside you … has me feeling quite possessive, pequeña.”

You shudder visibly at his words, tongue darting out to wet those plump lips in a blatant show of want. Fernando doesn’t miss the subtle gesture, allowing his gaze to dip briefly to track the slick path your tongue carves before fixing back on your rapidly dilating pupils.

“Would you like that, hmm?” He lowers his voice to a sensual rumble, skimming his thumb across your lower lip in a wordless command for access. “Having Papi show you just how adored, how cherished you and our little one inside you truly are?”

A whimper catches in the back of your throat as you readily accept the gentle press of Fernando’s calloused digit between your parted lips. Your eyes flutter shut on a trembling exhale as he slowly begins to glide the thick pad of his thumb across that heavenly softness, careful not to scrape the sensitive skin with his nail.

“That’s it, pequeña,” he growls, a tad hoarse as desire visibly burns behind those long lashes. “Suckle for me, let me take care of you both nice and proper ...”

Fernando rocks forward ever so slightly, allowing the swollen curve of your belly to brush against his solid abs with each tiny shuddering breath you drag in through your nose. He keeps up the lazy, hypnotic strokes of his thumb until you’re completely transfixed — hips shifting restlessly against his thighs and soft, muffled mewls escaping past the seal of your swollen lips.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, voice pitched low enough to rasp straight through you and ignite every raw nerve ending. “So sweet and responsive for Papi … going to reward that gorgeous little mouth in just a moment, I promise.”

You whine wantonly around his thumb in response, eyes fluttering back open to reveal pupils blown wide with naked yearning. Fernando chuckles indulgently, thumb tracing the delicate bow of your lower lip one final time before retreating fully.

“So eager,” he tuts without any real admonishment. Leaning in close, he angles his head to brush kiss-swollen lips against the outer shell of your ear. “Don’t fret, pequeña. I’ll take such good care of both of you right here, right now ...”

Fernando drops a lingering series of kisses along the line of your jaw, letting his lush mouth trail lower and lower with each heated murmur.

“Will remind you exactly who you belong to … who made you … who put this child in your belly ...”

His final words are an exhale ghosting out across your thundering pulse. Fernando immediately latches on with his teeth, nipping and sucking a series of stinging, possessive marks into your sensitized flesh that has you arching against him with a strangled cry of pure bliss.

Out here, cloaked in the shadow of the paddock where anyone could stumble across the two of you — your father included — and discover just how thoroughly Fernando has claimed you. The taboo thrill of it all is utterly intoxicating.

As your trembling fingers find purchase in his clothes, dragging him nearer with insistence, Fernando feels that familiar molten lick of possessive pride unfurl deep in his core. You are his now, fully and completely — mind, body, and soon … family.

Just the way it was always meant to be.

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[sprout-fics]

COD THOTS???

Sis, König and Ghost have been occupying my mind for weeks. The number of tiktoks I’ve seen with the “big boy” audio? Countless. I’m in love. I’m down bad.

Listen, these big gruff scary men are CUDDLERS. It’s canon.

Like, König will wrap himself around your leg and put his head in your lap. You run your fingers through his hair? He’s dead asleep.

Ghost? He has you on top of him like a weighted blanket. He does not let go. Good luck getting out of bed, he decides when cuddle time is done.

God yes.

I feel like Ghost is less of a cuddler. He's very closed off emotionally and it takes a massive amount of effort and time to get to the point where he's comfortable enough to cuddle. Simon has to learn just how to be touched again in a way that doesn't involve fighting for his life or being bandaged or any of that. When he does settle, he settles hard, and only ever in private. Casually stroking his thumb against your nape, tucking his head over yours, the whole thing. He'd never let the others see, he's far too guarded for that. He loves when you sleep with him, and he'll never say it out loud, but you chase the nightmares away, just laying and snoozing on his broad, scarred chest. He still wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, but when he sees the outline of you tucked over him the darkness, he knows everything is fine.

König, however, is clingy. He gets to be the second you start allowing him to be. We're talking hooking his fingers into your belt loops during briefings, hand on the small of your back while you're all loading up, touching his head to yours before the ramp on the plane goes down, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug after the gunfire ends, the whole thing. He's like a clingy tomcat who wants to hog your attention. It's a bit possessive at times, but he's always so nervous about you leaving him or getting hurt he can't help it. When you two cuddle he melts. It's utter bliss for him. He could spend the rest of his life with his head in your lap, with you cuddling into his chest, all of it. Gets sooooo sleepy too. Constantly muttering endearments and drowsy little rambles that have you smiling into him. It's the only way you can get him to let go is to lull him to sleep and then disengage. Even then he's not a heavy sleeper, he'll drag you back into his arms even if you squeal and mutter "Going somewhere, Liebling?"

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Chosen For Pleasure (III)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

Tag List: @ladysparkles78 @suckitands33@little-x-wolf (if you'd like to be added, please let me know!)

Buckle Up Ladies! It's Getting Hot!

“so are we going to talk about the thing?” I asked fidgeting with my hands.

“I have no idea of this thing you speak of.” Jensen smirked, keeping one hand on the wheel, the other on my knee.

I could still feel his warm lips all over my neck, his beard scratching against it as he explored with his mouth and tongue. I fluttered my eyelashes closed, biting my lip as the feeling was still so real. I was trying not to lose my cool, which is exactly what he wanted.

“your kind of an ass sometimes you know that?” I joked giving him a smirk back.

“we’ll have plenty of time to talk about it tonight after work.” He said pulling up to my apartment.

Why did tonight have to be so far away?

I hesitantly got out, not trusting my knees not to cave out from under me. Jensen got out too, walking me up to the door. I was about to say something when the door flew open, a guy rushing out still struggling to button his pants.

Jensen pulled me to his chest out of the way. I peeked my head in seeing Stella laying on the couch clutching a comforter to her bare chest. I rolled my eyes laughing at her.

“I'll see you tonight, I’ll send my driver to pick you up.” Jensen said placing a warm hand on my cheek.

“you have a driver?” I laughed.

“yeah Cole.” Jensen said as if it were a normal thing for everyone to have their own personal driver.

I rolled my eyes laughing.

“see you later Mr. Ackles.” I murmured biting my lip.

“see you later then Ms. (L/N).” Jensen whispered.

He brought his lips down towards me. I thought he was going to connect them with mine, but instead he placed a lingering kiss on my cheek. I stood in the doorway grinning as he got in his expensive car and sped off down the road.

Did I mention how insane this all felt?

I walked inside fully, shutting the door behind me. Stella still sat on the couch naked, only the comforter covering her body.

I could see she was bursting at the seams to know everything.

“really Stell on our couch, where we eat dinner? Ya couldn’t make it to your bed?” I joked giving her a disappointed gaze.

“oh no no no..” she said standing up wrapping the blanket around her body.

“no we’re starting with you missy!” she squealed.

“what about me?” I played dumb going in our shared bathroom to finally get a hot shower.

“uh please do share.” she said stopping the door with her foot.

“there’s not much to share.” I shrugged simply.

It was true.

Sort of.

“c’mon (y/n) if I have to live this fantasy vicariously through you then you’re going to need to give me more details.” she all but practically begged.

“nothing happened, I mean we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re asking.”

“butttt you’re seeing him tonight?” she pressed trying to understand.

I was trying to understand everything myself.

“It’s complicated, he’s complicated.” I said leaving it at that.

“just make sure it’s making you happy okay?” Stella said turning back to the protective friend she is.

“He is.” I said biting my lip, our elevator ride replaying in my mind.

I stepped in the warm water letting it soak through my aching muscles. As it slid down my neck, Jensen’s lips invaded my mind. He expertly slid them up and down kissing and licking each spot. I whimpered thinking about them.

I didn't have time to daydream though. I sighed bringing myself out of the shower and forcing myself to put on clothes to go to work. I still felt like shit, but a little better at least.

“sooooo who’s the mystery man who couldn’t get his pants fixed?” I asked Stella as we sat in the car on our way to the office.

Stella started to laugh.

"how have we not talked about this yet, it was so awkward." she said facepalming.

"Definitely didn't expect to see it." I laughed.

“Matt.” she said biting her lip.

“and Matt is….?”

“we connected awhile ago, and he's slowly trickling his way back in, but I think it could really be something this time."

“just make sure it’s making you happy okay.” I repeated her phrase from earlier earning a smile from her.

I stretched one last time grabbing my bag from the back seat. I hoped we were still in Gray’s good graces. I really didn’t have the energy for him to be on my ass today.

I felt sets of eyes on me as I walked in. I gave Stella a look but she wasn’t noticing the attention we were getting. I turned my head seeing the receptionist whispering to another coworker whilst they watched me walk by.

what’s there problem?

I shook it off. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. I sat down at my desk starting up my laptop.

“uh (y/n/n) you might want to come take a look at this.” Stella squeaked from her desk.

I ran over, hearing the concern in her voice. She had her gossip column open where the latest celebrity gossip and scandals filtered in. One article specifically caught my attention

Billionaire Jensen Ackles Fighting At Local Club? Who Is This Mystery Women?

Accompanying the title was a photograph.

What the hell?

When was this taken?

I didn’t see anyone else there? Of course I didn’t see much of anything thanks to the booze.

The picture was of Jensen putting me in the car, most of me was blocked out by his large body. But for people who knew me, it was obvious who it was.

“I’m sure they won’t figure out it’s you.” Stella said her voice raising an octave higher than normal signifying she was being deceitful for my sake.

“I think they already have.” I said glancing around at some female coworkers who were staring at our corner of the office.

Fuck.

“what’s there problem?” A deep voice pressed from behind me.

Stella quickly slammed her laptop shut as Gray made his way in front of me.

“morning sir.” I greeted, not sure where we stood.

yesterday he was proud of me, today he might hate me again. who knows.

“come to my office for a second will you?”

I gave a pleading look to Stella before hesitantly following him to his office. I just prayed he hadn’t seen the things going around. I stood awkwardly in the door way waiting to hear the reason I was here.

“sit please.” he said gesturing to a chair.

I sat down while he did the same. I glanced in his direction. I was met with a warm smile, something I had never seen on his face before.

“I uh bought you coffee.” He said handing me a large cup that was still hot.

Okay this is officially strange.

“thanks, though I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be the one getting that for you.” I said sipping on it.

“you deserve it.” He shrugged.

Okay am I being punk’d? Gray being nice to me and telling me I deserve it.

Where’s the camera?

What’s the catch? There’s always a catch.

“look (y/n), I’m kind of in a bind. I had to fire our photo editor unexpectedly and nobody else could do the job quite like you could.” Gray explained.

there it was.

“I have an entire magazines worth of photos I need edited by the end of the day tomorrow.”

“but that’ll take forever.”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could do this.” Gray said standing up from his desk and coming to lean on it so he was closer to me.

“please.” He pleaded resting a calloused hand on my knee.

I got an uncomfortable feeling when Gray touched me. I stood up quickly making his hand fall away from me.

“you’re the most talented photographer we have, I just couldn’t see that before.” Gray said coming closer to me than i’d like.

I don’t know what was worse, having him hate me or having him compliment me like this.

“fine” I sighed hesitantly.

“you’re the best!” Gray said putting his arms around my small frame and squeezing.

He smelled of cigarettes and tequila. Not like the enticing scent of Whisky that followed Jensen around. I unwrapped myself not wanting his arms around me any longer.

“I’ll email you.” He dismissed.

I walked back to my desk coffee cup in hand.

“what was that all about?” Stella asked.

“he complimented me, and bought me coffee.” I said raising the cup.

“hey I made that article too!” Stella frowned crossing her arms.

“don’t worry he was just buttering me up, wants me to edit all the photos for the magazine release by tomorrow.” I sighed flopping in my chair.

“damn all of them by tomorrow? that’ll take forever! are you going to cancel on Jensen?” Stella asked concerned.

If there was one thing I absolutely wasn’t going to do it was cancel.

“I guess I better bust my ass then.” I laughed.

And I did.

For the rest of the work day I edited photos, even skipping lunch and break. I had almost all of them edited by the time I clocked out. I can’t believe I pulled that out of my ass.

“I’m going to head out, you sure you're okay?" Stella asked coming to stand in front of me.

"I'm good Stell, thanks."

"Alright, just call me if you need anything” Stella said winking at me while collecting her things.

I went to the bathroom freshening up my makeup and changing my outfit. I never knew what to expect with Jensen. It made me nervous but also very excited. I checked my reflection one last time before going out to collect my things and to go look for Cole.

“leaving?”

I jumped as Gray’s voice startled me. I looked around seeing everyone had left except for him and I.

“uh yeah, I got most of the pictures edited so I should have no problem finishing tomorrow.” I said offering him a small smile.

“I knew you would.” He smiled back.

There was an awkward tension as I felt his eyes on me while I collected my things depositing them in my bag.

“you going out tonight?” He inquired.

“uh yeah, I have a date.” I whispered feeling uncomfortable.

Could I even call it a date? I had no idea what it was.

“Hmm well he’s a lucky guy.” Gray said licking his lips before retreating into his office.

What was that?

I felt uneasy as I grabbed my bag quickly rushing out of the building. I wasn’t looking where I was going as I nervously peered back at the office. I collided with a rock hard chest.

“woah easy there angel.”

His raspy voice snapped me out of my trance.

Jensen.

I glanced up at him feeling more at peace now. He traded his signature suit and tie for a dress shirt and a tan jacket.

Jesus Christ was there anything this man didn’t look flawless in?

He must’ve seen the uneasiness on my face. His smirk changed to a concerned frown.

“you okay? something happen in there?” He asked nodding his head towards the office building.

Did something happen?

I don’t know if I could qualify that as something. It definitely made me uneasy but they’re just words. I saw how Jensen was with Sebastian, and I really didn’t want to lose my job over what could be nothing. I decided it was probably better I didn’t tell him what Gray said.

“no, I’m alright.” I said with a smile plastered on my face.

“shall we.” I nodded to the car.

A man who I’m presuming is Cole got out of the drivers seat to open the back door for us.

“Mr. Ackles, Ms. (L/N).” He nodded.

"just (y/n)." I whispered making Jensen laugh.

"so are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked glancing at Jensen beside me.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear.

"now where's the fun in that?" He whispered.

My breath hitched.

"besides, we're just about there." He spoke louder so Cole heard him too.

I felt my pupils grow as we pulled up to an airstrip, a helicopter sitting in front of us.

"holy shit Jensen, that's a helicopter." I said in awe climbing out of the car.

He climbed out too coming to stand beside me.

"you know I never knew how incredibly observant you were?" He joked.

"come on." He said grabbing my hand and pulling me towards it.

"wait we're going on that?" I squeaked.

"why? afraid of heights? you know you can always cuddle close to me." He smirked.

I shoved him away playfully making him laugh. He carefully opened the door, helping me in. Once he was in too he made sure to buckle me in tightly before doing the same for himself.

I heard the pilot telling command that we were ready for takeoff.

"Chopper 64-23 Departing for San Antonio."

"We're going to San Antonio?" I asked looking at Jensen.

He nodded his head smiling. San Antonio was only a little more than a two hour drive from where we were in Laredo. It would probably take only thirty minutes by chopper.

"What's in San Antonio?"

"My estate." Jensen answered.

I felt the helicopter lurch forward. I've only been on a plane one time before so this experience was all new to me.

I felt Jensen grab my hand intertwining our fingers. He sensed I was nervous. He didn't make a comment which I was grateful for.

Once we were in the air I dared myself to look out the window.

"everything's so beautiful up here!" I beamed, the smile not leaving my face.

little did I know Jensen was just staring at me the entire time.

"I agree." He said.

I was right about it being incredibly short. Before I knew it we were making our descent. I squeezed Jensen's hand as we got closer to the ground. If he felt it he didn't indicate so.

Oh my god.

A mansion stood before me, bigger than anything I had ever seen before.

"you live here?" I asked spinning around to get a look at the entire thing.

"come on, lets go inside." Jensen said laughing at my bewilderment.

I gasped, the inside just as beautiful as the outside. Jensen let my eyes wander for a couple minutes before he pulled me over to his large oak table. I saw a piece of paper in front of the seat Jensen pulled out for me.

"what's this?"

Jensen looked at me uncomfortably like he was afraid to say.

"It's uh a nondisclosure agreement, it means that anything that happens between us, you can't talk about." He said rubbing his bearded jaw.

I think he was worried I'd be offended.

"I would never do that to you." I spoke truthfully.

"I'm afraid my corporate lawyers insist that I have one."

I quickly grabbed the pen scribbling my name down. I handed him the paper sticking the pen between my lips. I felt the heavy tension as he sat next to me. It seemed like he was formulating in his head how to make the next move. So I decided to do it for him.

"so are you going to passionately fuck me now?" I whispered seductively.

I mean what else did he bring me here to do?

I could see Jensens eyes go dark with lust. He leaned in close as if he was going to kiss on my neck again.

"two things. one, there's nothing passionate about the way I fuck, and two, I want to show you something first."

I let him grab my hand, leading me up a staircase. He stops at a doorway, taking a key from his pocket and unlocking it. I walked in seeing a huge king size bed in the center of the room. On a stand there were pleasure items, handcuffs, blindfolds, lubrication, and lots of condoms. I ran my fingers over a pair of especially fuzzy handcuffs.

"say something please." He pleaded as I looked around in silence.

I smirked grabbing a pair of the hand cuffs, swinging them around my pointer finger.

"are these meant for me, or for you?"

Jensen groaned as I played with them. It was hot to see I could get him riled up too.

"they're definitely not meant for me, you see I'm in control angel."

"oh yeah?" I pushed urging him to continue.

"you want to know what this is?" He asked stepping closer.

I nodded not trusting my voice to crack.

"not here though." He said pulling me out of the pleasure room.

He led me down the hall to a regular bedroom. He nudge me over to the bed instructing me to sit.

"This is you and me, pleasuring each other, whenever we want it. I only have some basic rules. Rule one, I don't sleep with anyone else, and you don't sleep with anyone else. Two, I don't kiss on the lips. I also don't sleep with anyone. If you agree to this, this right here would be your room, but only on the weekends." He explained.

I took in everything he said. It was a lot. He was basically offering to be exclusive fuck buddies.

"Jensen, how many girls have stayed in this room?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know the answer.

"thirteen"

"oh great only thirteen." I mumbled sarcastically.

He didn’t say anything.

"but we slept in the same bed the other night and it was fine, why do I have to stay in here?" I pouted.

"don't get too caught up on the sleeping arrangements, trust me after we're finished you're going to want your own space."

"and if I don't agree, we wouldn't have any relationship at all?" I asked biting my lip.

"this is the only kind of relationship I have, and I want it with you."

I could feel the air getting caught in my lungs.

"I gave you a lot to think about, let's go back downstairs." Jensen said grabbing my hand and leading me back down the staircase.

He sat me down on the couch, going to get me a glass of water as I mulled everything over in my head. I muttered a thanks when he came back.

"One more thing, I'm going to need your written consent. I need to know stuff you are and aren't willing to try." He said.

I took a long sip of water setting the glass down.

"how will I know what I what I would and wouldn't be willing to try?"

"well uh think back to when you had sex before, what felt good, what didn't." He shrugged.

I felt my face go hot. I turned my body slightly away from Jensen, catching his attention.

"what's the matter? for this to work we have to be honest." He said placing a hand on my knee.

"It's just, I uh, um I haven't"

Jensen looked taken back my confession. I felt embarrassed.

"you're a virgin? but you've done other stuff right?"

"only a couple times, awhile back but not exactly." I spoke.

"but I imagine men must throw themselves at you, how?" He asked scooting closer.

"it's never been one I wanted."

"and do you want me?" He asked.

I looked up at Jensen as his eyes bore in to my own.

"more than anything." I whispered.

Jensen smirked as if I said the golden words. He lifted me up, throwing me over his shoulder, making me squeal.

"what are you doing?" I laughed.

"I'm rectifying the situation."

"I didn't know I was a situation." I said biting my lip.

Jensen ran up the stairs to a master bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed. I felt my pulse increase as his eyes raked over me. He threw his jacket down unbuttoning his shirt before discarding that as well.

He leans down placing several soft kisses to my neck while trailing his hands under my shirt.

“is this okay to take off?”

I bit my lip nodding my head.

“words, (y/n) I need words.”

“yes” I whimpered.

He swiftly pulls my shirt over my head, reattaching his lips to my neck and holding my hips down. He starts to suck on a spot making a gasped moan escape my lips. His tongue massages up to my chin and back down again.

I could feel his hands start to slip down to the waistband of my jeans.

“and these?” he asks through kisses.

I felt my mind going fuzzy. I could only think about the heat that was slowly building in my core as he kissed and sucked on my neck.

“Mhmm” I moaned.

“mhmm’s not a word.”

“please Jensen.” I panted.

He tugged my jeans until they were pooling at my ankles. His fingers trailed down my leg making me shiver. He pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, leaving me in just my under garments. He stepped back taking me in.

“so fucking beautiful.” He growled.

He came back attaching his lips once again to my neck but this time he moved them down to the top of my breasts. I shivered at his touch.

He grabbed the straps of my bra pulling it down so I was now exposed for him. His kisses didn’t stop until his mouth met my nipple. I gasped as his perfect mouth wrapped around it sucking roughly.

I was panting, feeling myself getting wetter. His big hands massaged my thighs making them clench together. I needed some type of friction, I was going insane.

His mouth wrapped around my other nipple making me gasp just as loud. He removed his hands from my thighs, unclasping my bra so he could remove it once and for all.

I was gripping the sheets as Jensen sucked and licked over my breasts. He grabbed my hands putting them in his hair.

He groaned as I started to tug. He gave my breast one last kiss before licking down my stomach to my panty line. I moaned feeling his hot breath through the fabric.

His fingers grazed over my heat, sending shock waves of euphoria throughout my body.

“Jensen please.” I whimpered.

“what do you want (y/n)?” He asked trailing kisses over my thighs.

“just.want.you.” I panted.

“then I’m all yours.”

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Part (IV)

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[safety-pin-punk]

Hey Key,

It feels appropriate to ask you whether I can vent this but I figure tumblr anon communication is a bit slow.

So I was on my way back to my college town on Easter Monday

An acquaintance (not friend) of mine visited family in the same city so we decided to take a train together

Frame of reference: I’m 25NB, she’s 20FTM (she prefers her feminine given name and she/her since she isn’t actively transitioning yet)

We are both physically disabled and mentally ill

Being the queer neurodivergent I am, I went !!! at her and immediately started talking because hey, commonalities!

Half an hour in we moved on from physical disability to talking about the mental stuff and I mention I’m self-do autistic. And she goes “Nah. You can’t be.” And I go “Huh?” “You’re too talkative! You’re ADHD, yes, but you are too social and talkative to be autistic.”

Like… gee, man, maybe because we have met a few times and immediately clocked you as queer and neurodivergent? You think that might be why I’m comfortable talking rapid-fire?

“Nah, we don’t know each other that well, so that can’t be it.”

Right… and then she told me she doesn’t “want to endorse self-dx” because she thinks she might be hypochondriac and therefor any and all self-dx or preemptive diagnose “might make things worse because I think it’s worse than it is”

Like, yes, I understand and she explained she does experience psychosomatic symptoms in response to being stressed/ burnt out. I don’t deny psychosomatic responses. I believe that.

But also she straight-up refuses to look up anything that might help her?? When we were talking about physical disability (we both have chronic pain) I immediately pulled out my phone to send some coping ressources and self-help stuff

And she went “no, I never look at [coping] things, I worry if I read that, I will just convince myself that I’m worse than I actually am.”

Which, okay, reasonable boundary…

I told her about how I started using a walking cane, on my own, decided for myself that it helps. And also how most of my splints/ bandages are self-bought and self-administered because no doctor acknowledged my chronic pain so far.

And she goes “I sometimes have days where I have to drag my leg. I’m like-paraplegic when my psychosomatic symptoms get to their worst. But I would never use a cane! I don’t want to stand out, you know? I don’t want to catch attention.”

And I’m sitting there screaming internally like “You are entitled to be seen! You deserve accommodations! You just said some days you could use a wheelchair!! What the FUCK?!”

Yeah… and the longer our talk goes on, the more I read between the lines that she believes “if I do everything right, it will mostly go away”

Like, she forced herself to stick to “fibro-diet” to combat her rheuma and fibro, which is great on the surface. And then she tells me she forces herself out of bed and forces herself to cook, even if she doesn’t feel like eating, but she just pushes through because “the anti/inflammation diet can help with rheumatism”

And just– …my internal screaming continued.

I don’t want to dislike her! I recognise she’s young(er) and she’s naive and blue-eyed. While I’m just a cynic who’s been depressed for the majority of my life and I stopped giving a fuck about “not standing out” because my neurodivergent ass is too autistic and too ADHD to interact with people without standing out

Like, I’m ““high-functioning”” but at the same time I’m the kind of autistic who never had the chance to fit in. I have always been and will always be “the standoffish weird kid”.

But I just feel bad for her and at the same time I know I don’t want to become friends with someone who’s this blue-eyed “it will all be good if I just do the right thing”

I’m frustrated with her as an acquaintance and I just know if she tries to become my friend I have to give her sooooo many lectures

Among all these other things about how she is allowed to be non-binary and how she doesn’t need HRT to be trans and how she doesn’t have to cower in fear of changes HRT would do to her body because even if she’s binary FTM nobody’s forcing her to go on testo.

Just… so much frustration after this one 3h train ride :/

Fully agree, tumblr anon communication is very slow. Especially on my blog. I go through moods where I answer a bunch of things at once and then dont for a while. (sorry) Long post under cut

First of all, I am so sorry about your friend invalidating your self-dx autism. Personally I'm all for self-dx, anyone whose dealt with doctors long enough knows how hard, how many hoops you have to jump through, and the amount of time and money required to get diagnosed with ANYTHING. I've definitely dealt with my fair share of non-medical professionals telling me both "You dont have this thing I have" but also "You definitely have this thing I dont have".

I see why you are frustrated by someone seemingly not wanting to help themselves. But it seems like she is trying, she just has never been exposed to the right resources to help her. Its kinda like. I went to a SUPER christian university, and there was this gay guy, wonderful dude. His view of his own queerness though? I had only read about people like him online until I met him. He was a pastors son, his whole life he grew up knowing that being gay was wrong and bad. He never had access to the resources he needed to learn how to love that part of himself. Not his own fault at all, but by the time he got to college, there was no changing his views. He now goes around preaching to other kids about his experiences being gay and how he represses it because God. He absolutely broke my heart.

My point it, your friend is young and naieve. She probably has never had access to the resources and information you have. Her experiences have probably been *wildly* different from yours. You can't force a 'fuck it' attitude onto someone like that. You just kinda have to wait and hope they grow into it on their own. Theres nothing wrong with not wanting to be friends with someone like that though. You are responsible for currating your own social experiences. I completely understand your frustration with the whole situation though.

#mail tag #long post

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

For However Long Is Forever

Catra x Reader

CW: LONG, smut, porn w/plot, kind of a sequel to Finally Free but can be read alone, soft sex, comfort sex, vanilla, gentle, sweet, no assigned roles, just making love, each other's first time, slight pain play maybe?

With her head resting upon yours you both began to sway in the kitchen of your little house. Far from the world, from the princesses, from the horde and all it's nightmares.

Catra's ears were pulled back, purrs rumbling softly from her chest against the soothing music from the record player. Hearing that familiar sound warmed your heart, her purrs were so rare in the horde.

It had only been a few weeks since you both escaped, and while difficult, you both made due.

About a minute later and the songs were over, but still you remained in each other's arms for just a moment longer.

"I never thought..." Catra began, softly whispering against your ear, "I never thought it could be like this..."

You smiled warmly against her shoulder, and held her tighter, "Do you like it?"

Catra rested her hands further down your waist, and sighed contently as she closed her eyes. "Yeah, I think I do."

You turned your head slightly to leave gentle kisses across her neck, "me too, kitten."

You felt as her jaw set for a moment and her voice grew serious, "What if someone tries to take this from us?"

"They won't..."

"How can you be sure?"

You thought for a moment, "because we won't let them..."

"But how?" She stressed, pulling back from you slightly to look you in the eye, "How are we going to stop them? We're only two people, we have no army, no weapons, no allies, we're-"

"Kitten," you said sternly to cut through her spiral and pulled her back into you, wrapping her arms around her waist. "I know it's scary, neither of us really know how to do... this, but I want to learn with you! So lets-"

You sighed and placed both hands on her cheeks, caressing her face softly with your thumbs, "-lets not worry about that right now, okay? Let the princesses and the horde fight their little wars, and for now? Just...just stay with me, please."

You looked to her with pleading eyes that she couldn't resist and she sighed.

Catra hugged you warmly and mumbled grumpily into your hair, "I hate you..."

You laughed and pushed her back gently, "Why? Because I said you can't worry!?"

"Exactly!" She laughed along with you, "I'm trying to come up with defense plans and you're luring me in with that stupid cute little face!"

"Oh I'm sooooo sorry my cute little face is so distracting, kitten~!" You teased.

She sighed dramatically, "Oh give it a rest, princess-" she smirked with her arms crossed, "-besides it's not like I like you or anything~"

"No, no you're right-" your voice laced with a false sadness that quickly revealed itself to be teasing as you gloated childishly, "-you looveeee me~!"

"I'm gonna get you, you dumba-!"

Knowing what would follow you shrieked with laughter and sped in the opposite direction from her and toward your shared bedroom as she chased after you.

As you entered your room and went to close the door to slow her down she picked you up and tackled you onto the bed.

"Nuh uh, no one's gonna save you now, cutie~" she teased in a sing song voice as you playfully struggled underneath her.

You grabbed a pillow and lightly hit her with it while saying between giggles, "You. Are. So. Mean!"

She grabs the pillow as you go to hit her with it again and snatches it from your hand before pinning you down, "Trust me, princess, I can be much much worse~"

Your nose crinkled cutely as you stuck your tongue out at her which she scoffed at and mumbled with playfully annoyance, "You're such a brat, you know that?"

"Maybe~" you shrugged with a wide grin.

After a moment or two she relaxed on top of you, her purrs vibrating between you both as she let go of your hands and moved them to your face as she caressed your cherry cheeks.

"Ive never seen you smile like that-"

You tried to look away from her sheepishly but she softly grabbed you by the chin to pull you back.

"-no wait, I-I like it." Her dazzling two tone eyes admired you beneath her, "You really have always been beautiful, princess. I'm so sorry it took me so long to notice it..."

With your heart swelling in your chest your eyes fell to her pretty red lips.

Your mouth parted slightly as you looked back up into her eyes and suddenly you felt light. As though the world had disappeared.

There was no war, no princesses, no horde, no betrayal, no heartache, no trauma, and no pain.

It was just you and Catra.

"A-are you sure?" Catra asked in response to a question you were too love drunk to even recall asking her, "I've never um...heh-"

She sat up, straddling your lap as you sat up as well, "I've never kissed anyone before..."

And just like that you saw someone you had missed for a long long time, you saw Catra.

Her eyes wide with curiosity and eagerness. Her tail swaying by the tip, and a soft smile across her face.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't love Force Captain Catra. You'd be lying if you said you didn't love the power she held, the confidence, the pride, and the ambition. All things that turned what was once a childish crush into yearning and want.

But you loved Catra too. The girl you fell for in training when you were younger. The girl who would startle you by leaping from the shadows, that high pitched laugh as she notices you jump, and then the care of her asking if you were alright.

"Neither have I-" you admitted sheepishly before taking a deep breath to still your nerves and placing a soft hand on the nape of her neck, "-but I've always hoped it would be with you."

You began leaning in before whispering inches away from her mouth, "Can I kiss you, Catra~?"

She wrapped her arms over your shoulders and whispered a soft, "yes."

With her permission you pulled her in gently, your heart hammering in your chest as her lips met yours. Your body shivered under her weight and you whimpered ever so softly before she pulled away.

Her eyes were wide, almost dazed, as her purrs rumbled between the both of you, "Woah..." she said simply.

Your face flushed, "W-was that okay?"

"I think so," Catra paused for a moment as she reached her hand out to caress your face once more, "but...I think I want to try again, if that's okay with you."

You felt as though you were caught in a trance, "Yes, please..." you shifted beneath her slightly as you felt something you had never really felt before, "please kiss me again, kitten~"

So she did.

Leaning and grabbing your face between her hands she pulled you into a deeper, more passionate and confident kiss.

You could feel her hot breath against your face, her nose bumping against yours, and her fangs ever so gently grazing your soft lips.

Between the frenzied kisses you ran your tongue across her bottom lip. She seemed to get the message as she parted her lips and allowed your tongue to explore her mouth with yours.

By now you were both a mess. With her hands combing through your hair and your hands roaming over her lean body as you moaned into each other.

"C-can I-" you attempted to ask between your kiss, gently placing your hand on her breast, "Can I touch you here, kitten~?"

"Yes, yes~" she mewled out. "F-fuck, why does this feel so good~?"

Her tail wrapped tightly around your thigh as she kissed you even more roughly, and desperately.

"D-dont question it, kitten," you told her through short pants and gasps for air, "just feel it, just l-let me take care of you~!"

This time she was the one to whine as you groped her tits over her shirt and as you kissed her deeper and deeper.

"Mmfh!" She mewled as you took her by surprise and gently laid her down flat on the soft mattress.

You pulled away from her for just a moment, your faces mere inches apart as you softly whispered for only her to hear:

"Gods above, you're lovely, kitten~" as you slowly ran a finger down from her chest, to her stomach, "I want...I want to show you...I want to show you how much I love you."

Her brilliant eyes were fixated on you as an audible gulp slid down her throat, "w-what do you mean, princess?" Though you could tell by the growing volume of her purrs that she already knew.

"I..." You were blushing wildly as you stated, "I want to make love to you, Catra~"

Still unsure, you slid up her body so you were laying on top of her and caressing your cheek, "I want to touch you everywhere I can, I want to kiss all those pretty freckles, I want to fill you up with my love so fully that it's engraved on your bones so you never forget it, kitten~"

You felt her shiver and squirm a bit underneath you before she leaned in to kiss you once more and said confidently, "Then do it, princess, I trust you~"

With her permission you carefully undid her short black shoulder cover before bringing your hands to the back of her horde uniform and slowly began unzipping it.

You couldn't help but take in the details on her copper skin. Freckles you had never noticed before coated her shoulder blades and chest, and small tuffs of fur like hair traveled in a stripe down her stomach and to her v-line.

"You have to take the shorts off first~" her silvery voice broke through your thoughts, but as you looked back into her eyes she began to laugh, "holy shit, you should've seen your face! Aw, you're so red, princess~!"

"Catra, stop, this is supposed to be sexy~!"

"Sorry, princess it's just-" she laughs and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "-you're so fucking cute~"

You scrunched up your nose playfully before hooking your fingers over her one piece, boxers, and shorts before pulling them all off with one quick tug.

Catra gasped lightly at the sudden cold air against her warm skin. Her parted lips soon replaced by yours as you continued to kiss her passionately.

Your slightly chilled hands go down to grope her bare breasts and play with her nipples as they harden underneath your touch and she mewls in your mouth.

Catra pushes you up just enough to claw at your shirt while repeating, "Take this off, take this off," in a lusty voice until your shirt was, not only discarded, but likely torn to shreds.

You smiled warmly before moving down enough to kiss her jaw and neck.

Her deep purrs echo throughout your room, her clawed hands tangled in your hair as she whimpers.

As you begin leaving wet open mouthed kisses across her neck and collarbone Catra moves a hand down from your hair to your back before-

"AAhh!" You wince, arching your back and pushing your bare chest against hers and whimpering to catch your breath as you adjust to the stinging sensation.

"Shit-!" Catra gently pushed you up just a little, still out of breath herself, "I-Im so sorry, princess! I didn't mean to scratch-"

"Hey, hey-" You cooed before brushing her cheek softly with your thumb, "I-its okay, it's okay, I um..."

Blood rushed to your face as you blushed, "I kinda liked it~"

There was a soft, and concerned look on her face, "A-are you sure?"

You shook your head with a smile, looking down at your intertwined limbs, "Hell yeah! So please-"

You nuzzled her cheek with the tip of your nose before whispering in her soft ear, your hot breath making it twitch slightly, "-I don't wanna stop, kitty, not until I give you every bit of pleasure you deserve~"

She purrs loudly, turning her face to kiss you hot and passionately. Though in her haste to return to your lips she mistakenly rubbed herself against your leg.

Her claws returned to your shoulders, no doubt leaving their own marks again, as she tensed and gasped.

The look so gave you was one you had never seen before. Her usually piercing eyes were dulled by her need as she kept looking down between her legs.

"Oh? Did you like that, kitty~?" You asked coyly.

Through her purrs she whispers sweetly, "I-I think so...can I do it, again?"

Your heart swelled by the sight of her so desperate for you. The woman who once was your force captain, was now under you longing to be touched and loved in a way she never had before. To say you felt honored was a deep understatement.

You held on to her hips gently and pushed your knee against her center more, "Of course, kitten, do what ever makes you feel good, okay?"

She nodded and then began grinding herself against your leg.

"Thats it, kitty, does that feel good~?"

"Uh huh~" she whimpers as she watched herself before turning her head, her cheeks flushed, and hiding her mouth with her hand.

You began rocking your hips with her movements before noticing she was trying to hide her moans.

So you leaned down, grabbed her hand, and pulled it away. "Please don't do that, kitty~" you said as you kissed her lips softly, "don't hide your pleasure, you deserve it~"

You grabbed a pillow from your side of the bed and placed it behind her so she was sitting up just a bit more so you could rub your knee against her cunt more purposefully.

"You deserve-" you started as you kissed her lips again, "every bit-" and kissed her temple, "of pleasure, kitty~"

"Then give it to me~" An odd mix between a growl and hiss left her mouth as she began trying to pull down your pants with one hand while the other was wrapped around the back of your throat. "Give it to me, now~"

As you slipped out of your pants she pulled you back and began kissing, licking, and biting your neck.

You moaned loudly at the suddenness, your eyes rolling back as though she had you in a trance.

"Touch me~" she moaned into your ear as she grabbed your free hand and moved it between her legs, "be a good girl for me, and touch me~"

With one hand between her legs you moved the other into her hair. Your hand roaming through it, messing up her mane every time she found a particular sensitive spot against your neck which Catra was so keen on nursing until it was red before biting to be sure to leave her mark all over you.

With a soft whimper you began to play with her pussy lips.

"Fuck you're so beautiful, Catra~" you moaned against her ear as you rubbed her.

She licked up your jaw with her barbed tongue, her eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as she whispered slightly lost of breath, "Mmm, you think so, princess~?"

"Mhm hm~!" You hummed before both of you gasped as you slipped a finger through her slit, "F-fuck you're so wet~!"

Your moans mixed together as you rubbed her up and down before finding her clit.

Catra jolted slightly in your arms, "Oh fuck~!" She moaned lowly, her purrs rumbling deeply throughout the room as she rocked her hips against your fingers, "Right there, princess~! Oh fuck~! Yeah, yeah~!"

You rubbed the sensitive bud a bit faster, her claws once again marking up your back with shallow red scratches, but you didn't care.

Her pleasure was all that mattered as you rubbed her and held her in your arms as she rode your fingers. Whimpering and squirming, this was a side of Catra you never thought you'd see.

"Y/n, Y/n!" She struggled to find her words as her mind was mostly over taken by pleasure, "I feel...I feel...fuck I feel h-hot down there? Fuck~! S-should w-we stop?"

You slowed down softly, needing to catch your breath yourself, "I-If you want to stop w-we can, d-do you wanna stop, kitty?"

She looked up your body. Your breasts in her face, your chest heaving slightly, the bright red blush across your face, the concerned yet yearning look in your eyes.

Catra shook her head no.

"D-does it hurt?"

She thought for a second the burning tension in her stomach letting up slightly, then looked back up, "N-no, i-it felt good, I think..."

"D-do you wanna try again?" You asked her softly.

She bit her bottom lip between her fangs before wrapping her legs around your waist and her arms around your shoulders, "Yes...p-please, princess~"

You smiled coyly before putting your fingers in your mouth to tease her, only for you to moan, "F-fuck, you taste so good, kitten~"

You looked up at her sheepishly before looking back down between her thighs, "C-can I...can I kiss you down there, kitten?"

Though slightly nervous, the innocent look on your face compelled her as she removed her legs from your waist and spread them open, "Go on, princess~"

As you moved down her body you made sure to leave opened mouthed kisses in your tracks. From her lips to her jaw, to her neck to her collarbone, to her breast to her tummy, to her v-line to...well;

Catra rested her hands in your messy bedroom hair as you looked up at her before kissing around her pussy lips.

However her sent was hypnotizing and you just couldn't help but want more of her so you quickly spread her lips with your fingers and began lapping up her leaking arousal.

"Ooh~!" She mewled as her hips raised up towards your face and hissed, "Fuck that feels so good princess~!"

So you continued, licking up every bit of the mess she made of herself before finding her entrance. Your curiosity got the better of you as you tongued it teasingly, slipping your tongue in and out.

She pulled on your hair so hard it made you cry out and grip onto her thighs tightly as she dragged you back up to her clit, "Fuck me, princess~! Please~! Please no more teasing, I want you, I want you so bad~!"

The desperation in her voice was all you needed to be compelled to do anything she said.

Closing your eyes you began licking around her hardened bud, moaning into her as you revealed in the taste.

Catra let out a deep mewl and arched her back while keeping your head in place. "S-shit! Mmm faster, princess~! C'mon, just a little aahh f-faster~!"

Immediately doing as she said you flicked your tongue faster against her clit before deciding to wrap your lips around her and begin sucking.

Her hips twitched up again and she borderline screamed from pleasure, her thighs tightening around your head as her arousal leaked down your chin.

"Oh fuck~! Oh fuck~! Don't stop, princess~! That-! Ohh, it feels so good~!!"

You continued to lick and suck on her at the same pace, as you moaned and gasped, the vibrations only making it more pleasurable for Catra.

"P-princess-! Ah, ah~! I-its hot again~!" She whimpered as her legs began to shake around you.

Alternating between sucking and licking on her sensitive bud and greedily taking mouthfuls of her pussy into your mouth, you held onto her hand.

"J-just relax, kitty~" you looked at her through bedroom eyes before gently rubbing her freckled thigh with your free hand, "I'm right here, fuck, I'm right here, j-just try to relax~"

She nodded as she combed her claws through your hair, gasping and moaning through her purrs.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to relax, enjoying the feeling of you worshiping her delicious pussy. The feeling of your tongue lapping her up, your hand rubbing her thigh as you tried to soothe her and it was all too much.

The heat pooled between her legs began to build and build until all at once it released in a blinding light as her eyes rolled back and she screamed in pleasure from the top of her lungs.

Her legs shook against your head as her thighs clamped shut around you before she squirted and came on your tongue.

Catra's purrs echoed through the room as she caught her breath, and her tail softly curled around your waist.

You cleaned her up ever so softly with your tongue knowing that she would still be sensitive, but not even a moment later you felt her graze her claws over your cheek before tilting your head up to look at her,

"That...that felt so good, princess. You did such a good job for me~" she praised.

Knowing you made the woman you love feel good brought the brightest smile to your face and Catra couldn't help but laugh;

"You're such a cutie, ya know, princess~?"

You blushed softly before going to lay down next to her as she returned your pillow to your side of the bed and cuddled you, your bodies intertwined.

You flattened her messy hair so you could rest your chin on top of her head and kissed her temple. "I'm so happy I made you feel good, kitten, you needed it...you deserved it." You whispered.

She rubbed your back softly 'til you jumped and your face twisted in a grimace as she remembered the swallow scratches she left on you,

She moved to escape your grasp but you instead held her tighter.

"Where are you going?" You pouted.

"I'm just going to get a towel so we can clean up your back, princess."

You huffed childishly and pulled her back, "Nooo, I want to hold you, come back!"

She rolled her eyes playfully, "it's gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow if we don't clean them up now."

You nuzzled your face in the crook up her neck and mumbled, "That sounds like a problem for future Y/n..."

Catra snickered and ran her fingers through your hair, "Yeah well then future Y/n better not be complaining tomorrow because of current Y/n's mistakes."

"Yeah, yeah whatever-" you sighed as you finally successfully pulled Catra back into bed with you, "just stay with me...please."

She looked down at you fondly as you moved to laying just above her soft chest and wrapped you up in her arms.

"Always, princess"

"Promise?"

That word sent a chill down her spine. You sounded so sweet, so peaceful, so hopeful, but Catra learned the hard way that promises often seemed to come with an expiration date.

But then again...as she looked back down at you and took in your restful face in your afterglow, the warmth of your body, the weight of your comforter, and soft natural light of your small home she thought, 'maybe promises don't last forever...'

'but for however long we have left...'

"...Yes, princess, I promise."

#catras witchy girlfriend #comfort character #catra #spop catra #spop #shera and the princesses of power #she ra catra #catra spop #spop x reader imagines #spop x reader #catra x reader lemon #catra x reader nsft #catra x reader #lesbian nsft #soft catra #spicy imagine #spop selfship #spop spicy imagines #spicy catra

[jonahmagnus]

Some Striderlalonde post-game sibling shenanigans headcannons because if I dont post this Im going to explode.

IF YOU TAG THIS AS D*RKD*VE OR OTHERWISE IM FUCKING KILLING YOU. DONT BE WEIRD. PR*SHIP DONT TOUCH THIS.

-I think that their really really physically affectionate. Dirk is a tad touch adverse ("tad" he cant have his bare skin touched without warning) but if hes wearing long slevees hes a-okay. Dave is suuuuper touch starved so even though Dirk doesnt really like sudden physical contact he pushes breaks his own boundary for his little bro. Dave doesnt initiate contact AT ALL at tirst but eventually he gets more comfortable with it. I think whenever Dirk is working Dave'll wander over and Dirk will ruffle his hair like an unruly child. Dave will lean on him while standing around like his body just deflated. Paper towel of a man

-Dave really likes getting his hair pet so he'll lean aginst peoples legs and they'll scratch his skull until he either dozes off or gets embarrassed for wanting physical affection and leaves

-They go shopping for food a LOT. Their fridge is always stocked and they always have shelf-stabke stuff around. Their both not great cooks yet but its the principle of the thing you know. None of the striderlalondes can cook actually

-Speaking of the striderlalondes I think that Roxy Really Doesnt Like Sleeping Alone so she will curl up in other peoples beds or sleep in a common area and stuff. I actually think that Dirk's room had a bunk bed and she sleeps on the top bunk sometimes when the Loneliness Demons get to her. Its far enough up that his lamplight is mostly blocked and she can hear him quietly tinkering away as she drifts off to sleep.

-Roxy kisses people on the forhead a LOT. Like a lot a lot. On the crown of the head too. Its just how she is<3

-Rose and Roxy semi-live with them (Rose with Kanaya and Roxy with Jane and Jade the rest of the time) and their always bringing decorations and blankets over and stuff. The Strider house is very Soft I think with blankets everywhere and plush furniture and lights that can be dimmed. So Rose is always bringing them a new scarf or blanket and Roxy sometimes convinces Dave to help her put up fairy lights and LD light strips on the floor so theres always a little bit of light.

-Dirk takes up knitting because of Rose. At first he doesnt tell her because hes embarrassed but when he presents his amateur scarf to her she tears up a little bit. Because he made it for her. And its real shitty but her sibling made something for her. They knit together after that and she teaches him to be Good At It. They have fun together. Their like crotchety old women on a porch

-Dave and Roxy are both sooooo touch starved and both of their siblings are both soooooo touch adverse so these two are always just Hanging Out. Leaning on eachother. Ruffling eachothers hair. Etc. Rose and Dirk are cursed with the "Touch Starved but also Touch Adverse Disease" so they just lollygag around in the same room together and occasionally brush shoulders. Their favorite activity is sitting in a room and being Haters together.

-Speaking of Rose and Dirk they are sooo underrated as a sibling duo. I think they both have the same media taste and special interests. Their both really into shlocky campy comedy horror and bad sitcoms. Their both horse girls. Etc. They love to mock cable television.

-This is unfinished but feel 2 add ur own. Im just saying words. Peace and love. <3

-If you say "siblings dont interact like this" I can tell you for a fact as an older sibling I looove kissing my little brother on the forhead because hes Just A Little Guy. And also they arent real.

-Pr*ship dont touch this

#Homestuck #dirk strider #dave strider #rose lalonde #roxy lalonde #siblings #striderlalondes #not ship #Headcannons #Annoying tag

[drabbles-mc]

Speaking Volumes

Brian Godlock x F!Reader

Inspired by @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo prompt: spending xmas alone

Warnings: 18+, angst, hospitals, blood/injury

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: There was no way that I was going to be able to watch Silent Night and not want to write a story about it. So here we are! Getting out of my comfort zone with this and I had sooooo much fun with this. I feel like I already want to write more for Brian and this Reader but we shall see. Anyway! Enjoy. 😌

No one had stepped up to try and stop you when you had offered to work Christmas Eve. Usually it was a lot more of a fight to get enough people volunteering to staff the hospital for the holidays. Or, at least, that’s what you’d been told. It was your first round of holidays in La Porte—you’d only moved there a couple months before. But it seemed pretty similar to the other hospitals that you’d worked in, in that regard. Volunteers were always preferable, and if there weren’t enough then they would start drawing short straws.

Christmas hadn’t been your favorite holiday in a long time, and being in a new city with no real friends yet, far away from what little family you still considered yourself close with, certainly didn’t do anything to revitalize your holiday spirit. Work didn’t really stop you from being alone on Christmas in that way. Work didn’t bring your family closer, it didn’t magically give you friends and make you close with your coworkers. What it did do, however, was give you something to do. A task. It made you feel useful. That would have to suffice until this time next year.

You were up to your nose in discharge paperwork, patients who were eager to make it home just in time for Christmas Eve. Some of them were leaving even when they probably shouldn’t have been, but there was nothing that you could do to stop them. You’d see some of them again soon, maybe even before New Years came around. Some of them you tried to convince to stay, but deep down you knew that they weren’t going to listen. You were used to that, too.

While the entire night wasn’t filled with chaos, you found yourself waiting for it anyway. There were more empty beds than there had been at the start of the day, and you were waiting for the inevitable call that would fill them all again. That was the cycle of it. The fact that it was a holiday didn’t really matter, per se, but it always felt different around the holidays. It felt more different this year when your patients were going to be the only ones that you were spending Christmas Eve with.

Just as you were finishing up notes on one of your patients that hadn’t been discharged, you heard the call. You heard the rushed footsteps. Doing one last look-over to make sure your patient was alright, you snapped their chart closed before taking off in the same direction that everyone else was going.

“What do we got?” you asked as you kept pace with the doctor who had headed off first, leaning forward just a little bit, so you could hear her answer above all the other background noise that was crinkling in your ear.

“Another shoot-out.” She kept her answers with you short and clear, or at least always tried to, which you appreciated. You never had to ask her to do it, either, and she was never condescending about it. She wasn’t warm and friendly with you, or seemingly anyone, but she was kind in a very professional way.

You were shaking your head, not at the way that she answered you but about what her answer was. The world didn’t stop for the holidays. Unfortunately, just like the hospital, crime was a business that operated all 365 days of the year. Kept you busy enough but sometimes you wished that it didn’t. “Jesus,” you muttered, more to yourself than to the doctor.

Apparently you’d said it louder than you meant to, not always the best at dialing in your own volume. You wouldn’t have noticed it if the doctor hadn’t also responded to you. It got lost in the increased volume of the sirens as the two of you came to a stop outside the door where the ambulances were rolling up.

“What?” you asked, unsure if what she’d said was something that you needed to know.

She turned so that she was looking directly at you, so that you were able to read her lips as she spoke. “Said I don’t think Jesus had anything to do with this.”

You didn’t have any good rebuttal for that. She was probably right. The two of you stood in silence as the ambulances came to a stop, the paramedics inside them instantly piling out. You were so busy looking at the two men that were being wheeled out on their gurneys. Neither of them looked like they were in good shape, but you were so busy looking at them that you forgot to look at the medics as they spoke. Their words became part of the static of the scene, the aid you were wearing only able to filter through so much. You were internally cursing yourself for not paying attention, but regardless you knew that you were still on deck to help. You knew enough about how it all went go get you through until you could talk to the doctor. Stepping towards the gurney closest to you, you tagged in and pushed it into the ER.

From the second you came to a halt in the ER, you were dialed in. The cacophony of noise and static got hard to sift through sometimes, but every now and then you could tune it out. There was a certain element of routine to gunshot wounds and stab wounds which helped. Care varied slightly depending on where the injuries were, how bad they were, but there was a series of steps that had to be followed for all of them. You could do that part of it without issue, without any dragged-out discussion that you had to maneuver through.

One of the two men brought in was a cop. You’d caught someone saying that at one point during the entire process. You hadn’t managed to catch any tidbits about the other man, though. And even though no one had said which one of the patients was the police officer, you had a feeling it wasn’t the man that you were currently peeling the clothing off of. Sure, he might’ve had a bulletproof vest on, but something still didn’t say cop to you. It didn’t matter. Cop or criminal or anything in between he still needed bullets pulled out of him and stitches put in and probably a handful of other things you wouldn’t know about until later.

You were working in tandem with the doctors who were staffing the ER for the night. You didn’t know them quite as well since the ER wasn’t typically where you worked most of the time, but you at least knew of them. You had no idea if they also knew of you, too.

You hadn’t heard what the other doctors and nurses had been saying about the other patient, but what you did hear was the monotonous single note that came with someone flatlining. You looked up just long enough to make sure it wasn’t your guy. When you saw the weak but still present rhythm on the monitor, you looked back over your shoulder. You saw the team trying desperately to get the man’s heart to beat. Even though you didn’t know what exact injuries he’d come in with, there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that was telling you there was nothing that they were going to be able to do to bring him back. The other doctor was too far away for you to be able to read his lips but you saw him looking at the clock on the wall and you knew exactly what he was saying regardless. You didn’t want to have to be doing the same for your patient so you dove right back in.

He was shipped off to surgery quickly once you did your initial check and they got an operating room ready. There was nothing that they needed from you for him at that point. You stayed out on the floor, checked back in on your other patients. When he came back out of surgery, if he made it back out of surgery, then he’d be your responsibility again.

You were watching the doors to the wing of operating rooms swing closed when you thought you heard someone behind you talking to you. Turning around, you saw another doctor standing there, jacket on with her bag on her shoulder. She looked at you expectantly and you knew you’d missed the question.

“Sorry, what?”

She nodded towards the doors that were now shut. “Was that Brian?”

You shook your head. “I, um, I don’t know. He didn’t…didn’t come in with any ID.” You paused, taking in the pensive look on her face. “Who’s Brian?”

“Godlock,” she said, like it sufficed as any kind of real answer. When she saw that you were still lost, her eyes widened. “Right. You weren’t here last—” She stopped herself short. “This time last year he came in. Multiple gunshot wounds. Just lost his son. It was…horrible.”

“Oh…” You were sure that you were supposed to have something to say and you just didn’t.

You weren’t sure if she was talking to you or herself when she said, “He’ll make it.” She nodded, still not looking at you. “He made it last time. He’ll make it this time.”

She didn’t say anything else to you, or to the powers that be. No goodbye, no Happy Holidays or anything of the sort. She just kept on walking, leaving you alone once again. You turned your attention back to the closed doors. Brian. You turned the name over in your head as you thought about what he looked like. He might’ve been a Brian. Sighing, you turned and made your way back to the main floor to keep busy while you waited. You’d find out if he was Brian or not soon enough.

It turned out that the doctor on her way out the door had been right. The man who you helped wheel into the ER was in fact Brian Godlock. A name that meant nothing to you but all it took was a quick Google search to see why she would have remembered him. You thought that you were spending Christmas alone, but you couldn’t even imagine what it was going to be like for him.

When you made it to his room in your rounds, he was asleep. Stable, thankfully, but asleep. You checked his vitals, looked over what exactly they’d done to him in the OR, the extent of the work that they had to put into him. It was a waiting game now.

Just as you were updating his charts you saw out of the corner of your eye some movement on the bed. A tiny shift, but it was something. Turning your head, you saw him slowly starting to shift around, his eyes starting to open. You set his chart down and walked over so that you were standing closer to his head. Part of you wanted to reach out and try to offer some type of reassurance, but you didn’t. You watched him slowly come to terms with where he was. His eyelids hung low for a moment as he looked around, but when he fully recognized where he was and why, you saw him starting to get frantic. A lot of people in his position usually did.

“Brian,” you did your best to be mindful of your tone, your volume, “Brian you’re alright. You’re in the hospital, but you’re okay.” You waited for him to look you in the eyes, and it was only then that you continued. “You’re okay.”

He hesitated, staring at you for a few seconds that felt more like minutes. But then you saw it, the slight drop of his shoulders, the almost imperceptible nod of his head. You didn’t know him well enough to know if it was out of compliance or defeat. He wasn’t relaxed, not by any means, but at least he no longer looked like he was about to get up and try to make a break for it. He sunk back against the pillow and you gave a nod of approval.

“Want me to call your wife?” you asked as you stepped back to grab his chart again. When he didn’t respond, you looked over at him, saw the confusion on his face. Nodding towards the gold band around his finger you said, “You didn’t have anyone as an emergency contact, so we didn’t call anyone. But if you give me your wife’s number I can call her.”

He shook his head. You didn’t feel the expression your face must’ve taken on, but whatever it was, it prompted him to motion at you, miming writing with a pencil. Opening the drawer of the cabinet by his bed, you pulled out a pad of paper and a pen and handed it to him. He nodded in thanks as he took it from you. The breath he pulled in was ragged as he found his grip on the pencil and began to write. He wasn’t holding onto it for very long before he handed the pad of paper back to you.

I can’t talk.

Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t had the chance to read all the way back in your chart.” Clearing your throat, you handed the pad back to him and said, “I can still call your wife if you want.”

He scribbled again. No you can’t.

The look on his face didn’t give you any clue as to why you couldn’t call. Whether he was divorced or if it was something much more tragic than that, you didn’t know. You weren’t going to ask him, either. He’d clearly been through enough without you trying to drag all of that out of him.

“You can’t talk,” you said, allowing yourself a small smile, “and I can’t hear. So I think we’ll be alright.” Looking over at him, you saw the way his brows drew together. You chuckled, turning your head a little more so that he could see your ear and your hearing aid a little better. “Been deaf in my left ear my whole life. Right ear has just been getting worse and worse.” You shrugged. “I learned sign—still learning, actually. It might be helpful for you too.”

He hesitated, and you caught it. You frowned, but you understood. You knew precious little about the man lying on the bed in front of you, but what little you knew gave you enough of a picture. You didn’t know all of the details of what he’d been through that night, but you knew the outcome, the injuries. You knew what happened to his son, and now you knew that something happened with him and his wife. Something was telling you that he hadn’t gone into the evening really planning on needing to communicate with anyone anytime soon.

“Help,” you said simply when you saw in his eyes that he was getting lost in his own thoughts. He looked at you, confused once more. “It’s a good sign for you to know for now.” You put one hand out, palm-up, and made a thumbs-up with your other hand and placed it in your flat palm before lifting both hands in unison. “Help.” You nodded at him. “Try it.”

For a moment you thought that he was going to brush you off. You wouldn’t have blamed him for it. He didn’t know you, didn’t owe you anything. But right now you were all he had, and he was all you had too. Maybe that was part of why he humored you, or maybe there was something else entirely going on in his head. Either way, he mirrored your hand positioning and motions.

You smiled and nodded. “Good. Now you at least know how to ask me for help.”

He nodded, almost lifting the ends of his lips. It was more than you expected to get from someone in his position. He grabbed the pad of paper again and wrote Thank you.

You pressed your fingertips to the front of your chin before pulling them away, letting your arm drop like a drawbridge. “Thank you.” You paused, laughing. “Not to be confused with, you know,” you brushed your fingertips along the bottom of your chin, flicking them outwards, “that one.” You smiled. “That one, everyone knows.”

The smile he gave at that looked a little more real. Still tired, but real enough to make it feel like a win, like a good punctuation mark to the entire conversation. You took a breath and walked back to put the last few details on his chart.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a little while. But,” you set the chart down at looked at him, “you should try to rest. You’ve been through a lot tonight.”

He gave a small nod before pressing his fingertips to the front of his chin and pulling them out and away. You laughed, nodding before stepping out of the room to go about the rest of your business.

The rest of the night wasn’t nearly as busy as when Brian had been brought in. There were no more ambulances and flashing lights. No more sirens. It was quieter for the rest of the night than it had been, but it wasn’t as still as the start of your shift had been. You glanced in Brian’s room when you would walk by even though you couldn’t stop to really check in yet. He always looked like he was sleeping. His eyes were shut.

When you finally made it back to his room, it was with an armful of paperwork. It all had to get done and there was nothing stopping you from completing it while you sat in the chair beside his bed instead of the chair at the nurses’ station.

You didn’t hear him when he started to stir again. You were so focused on the paperwork in your lap that you didn’t catch him out of the corner of your eye, either. Brian could’ve waved to get your attention, could’ve cleared his throat obnoxiously loud as a means to the same ends. Hell, if he wanted to, he could’ve thrown his pencil at you. But instead he just watched you. Watched as you scribbled on the clipboard in front of you, flipping back and forth between the pages. Watched as you gnawed at your bottom lip in concentration, deep in thought.

It wasn’t until you were moving on from one small pile of papers to the next that you looked up and realized that he was awake. You gasped quietly in surprise, eyes widening. Your shocked gasp shifted into laughter as you leaned back in your chair. “Sorry,” you said as you placed your closed fist against your chest and made a circular motion. “Didn’t realize you were awake.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly before tapping his ear with his pointer finger. You rolled your eyes and smiled, knowing exactly what he was communicating to you without him speaking or writing it down. “I know why I didn’t realize it. I’m just saying.” You were about to get back into your paperwork when you saw him copy your sign for sorry. You would have assumed that he was just repeating your motions for the sake of learning if the look on his face hadn’t been so sincere. “Why are you sorry?”

He grabbed the paper and pencil and started writing. He held it up for you to see, his handwriting just large enough so that you didn’t have to take it from him to read it. You’re here on Christmas.

You let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t be sorry. Wasn’t really, um, feeling the holiday spirit much anyway.” You paused. “I volunteered.” Leaning forward, you propped your elbows on your knees. “Lucky for you, though, right?” It was impossible to miss the conflicted look on his face. Letting out a sigh, you said, “I’m not going to ask what happened tonight. Partially because it’s probably a lot to write,” you allowed yourself a tiny smile before continuing, “but also because you’re going to have to answer all of those questions when the cops get here in the morning.” The surprised look on his face would have been amusing if the stakes were different. “Gunshot wounds—they always have to come when there are gunshot wounds.”

He let out a deep sigh, somehow managing to sink deeper into the hospital bed, into the pillow. He shut his eyes for a moment, a long, slow blink before he stared ahead at the wall opposite of him. You thought you’d lost him for the rest of the night before he grabbed his pencil again.

You don’t have to sit here all night.

You smiled, allowing the diversion of the conversation. “I know. But we’re both alone on Christmas. So now, you know,” you settled back in your chair with a fresh slip of paperwork, “now we’re not.”

Despite all of the emotions pooling and swirling around his eyes, he nodded. He moved his pencil for a moment, almost like he was about to start writing. He stared hard at the paper for a few seconds before he let the pencil drop. He looked at the blank sheet of paper for a moment longer before he turned and looked at you instead.

You gave him a small but warm smile as he looked at you, not sure what else you could offer him, or should offer him. It wasn’t much, but it must’ve been the right thing because he let out a deep breath, settling down a bit more. He was still looking at you when you went back to looking at the paper in front of you. You found yourself settling a little bit more too, feeling a little less alone than before.

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[scienceoftheidiot]

So, your Dismissed Roy story ... what (emotional) genre do you think it sits in? More angst, fluff, romance? And which emotional genre is typically your favourite?

Aaah thank you so much for asking about this one !! I am actually going to start posting it soon 🥰

My favourite emotional genre, both to write and read, I think is angst/hurt/comfort, but I need a happy or bittersweet ending. Open endings are good too, but sad endings are often too much for me. Though sometimes only a sad ending can work, that's how it is.

Sooooo about Dismissed Roy, which now has a title, I had to think about it. Then I was told again that I am an angst monster (you know who you are 😒😝) and uh. Yeah. Lots and lots of angst in this fic. The main theme of this fic is reconstruction, and not only Ishval's. Far from it.

BUT. It's also a romance fic - not your usual romance, but it's not like this is a usual couple, right? But yes, there will be romance, and romantic plot points, and fluff, and even smut - which I'll specifically separate each time in a chapter so people who want to avoid it can do so.

Also a fair share of something that is close to politics, and it was very fun to play with that!

And to illustrate, I have shared a pretty fluffy excerpt of this fic just before, now have one that is... A little darker... Just a little. 🙃

"See you tomorrow, Riza."

Roy closed the door behind her, straining his ear to follow her footsteps along the corridor, until he couldn’t hear anything anymore. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the door.

Get a grip, Mustang.

He took a deep breath. He was going to turn around, undress, shower, and go to bed. That wasn’t too hard, was it? One foot before the other. Keep your mind set on what you're doing, focus, and you'll be fine. Count your steps, remember the layout of the flat, don't forget where you put the towels, the soap, where your clothes are, where you fold and put away the dirty ones. You've already done that alone enough to know it'll be okay. Don’t think further ahead than the next action. Don't think. Don’t –

He was finished.

He’d known for weeks. This kind of announcement didn’t come out of nowhere. And before he’d known, he was expecting it.

Truth’s toll wasn’t a death sentence, but it was severely close. Everything. Everything he’d fought for. He’d lost everything.

“The team is done. When you signed that paper, you killed it for good.”

Another long, shaky breath. He was standing on the very edge of the deepest, darkest abyss he’d come close to in years. Blind, and ready to lose his balance at the slightest breeze.

Worse than killing children, Roy?

Is it worse?

But we won’t get trialed. We won’t pay. Neither Grumman nor Armstrong will selflessly give enough power back to the parliament for that.

Could be worse. They could decide not to execute a blind man, and you’d be left to witness Riza’s death.

And you'd deserve it. Because she'd be there because of you. It's your fault. Without you, she wouldn't have been through all this. You wouldn't see it, but you would feel –

No, no, please –

He pressed his hand to his mouth to stifle the first sob, feeling the wet tears that had already settled on his cheeks.

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[sunnygrey99]

The Silent Witch In The Woods Pt. 8

~Trigger Warning: Gore, Typical TWD warnings. Angst (minors DNI)~

A/N: Sooooo there's one chapter left but this also might be one of those stories I just never stop writing? Like main plot is complete in the next chapter unless I split it since its a longer chapter. Let me know what you guys think. Also the next story I will be posting is going to likely be Eddie Munson and/or Steve Harrington, so if you like either of them let me know if you want at

As the week slowly progresses on Daryl is brought back to your home to continue his bed rest which you find more and more difficult to force him to complete. Everyday he tries something to get up and do. This morning as it nears the end of the week you wake up to the familiar smell of Daryl’s cooking. It has you shooting out of bed and down the stairs in an instant. As you round the corner and find him standing there over the stove as if he isn’t in any pain anymore you huff. He looks over his shoulder at you and chuckles lightly, “Yer too late to stop me girl, ya might as well sit and eat with me.” 

His words have you playfully rolling your eyes and you move forward pulling plates and forks out for the two of you. Once you both are sitting down and eating you finally turn to him. Why do you keep fighting me on your bed rest? I know you have to still be in pain. Its something that has Daryl lost for words for a few moments. 

“I aint in that much pain. ‘Sides you were up in minutes after that same magic thing you did to me.” It dawns on you then that you really never explained how your magick works to Daryl. He’s been pushing himself for no good reason. 

Daryl, my tattoos protect me from the brunt of the pain that I’d feel from those spells. You are feeling the pain that you would have felt the entire healing process in a much shorter time. Mine was nearly halved because of my protections. You shouldn’t push yourself because I was up sooner. Please be careful. His eyes are locked onto every movement of your hands before he nods. 

“Alright little witch I’ll go back to bed after this.” He sits and eats silently with you. Its comfortable as you finish up and lightly brush your shoulder against him. That same small shock bringing further comfort. He doesn’t fight staying in bed for the last few days, And you couldn’t be happier. 

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Daryl’s first day back out they have him on watch duty and Rick has tasked you with freshening up your wards and checking the perimeter for any weak spots. You’ve donned your protective cloak and satchel with all the things you’d need before heading to the gate. You see Daryl standing up there you catch his eye. His expression lifts momentarily from his usual stoic one to a lite smirk before he looks away. As you get closer you sign for them to open the gate which immediately has Daryl snapping at you. 

“What the hell ya mean? Ain’t noone allowed out yet, and I sure as hell ain’t lettin’ you go out there alone.” He looks more angry than you’ve ever seen him. He’s never snapped at you. You’ve seen glimpses of it with others and heard stories from Rick, Glenn, and Maggie how hotheaded he use to be but this is a first. 

It leaves you stunned for a moment before you slowly sign Rick asked me to put up wards. Im not going far at all. Daryl I’ll be fine.

He only scuffs before talking “Hell nah. Ain’t riskin’ it” Daryl doesn’t even give you a chance to sign before turning and ignoring you. 

It immediately sets you off. You start climbing the dingey metal ladder up to him. His back still turned to you. Tapping his arm lightly but still conveying your anger and annoyance, he still choses to face away from you. Eyes rolling and a huff escapes you. Checking over the other side of the fence you estimate the distance. You can handle that jump, runes etched in your skin with natural inks are sure to protect you. Its worked before. You don’t think too  much on it before securing your bag on your back and pulling your gloves tight. Gripping the rail you fling yourself over and quickly slide down the side. 

Daryl tries reaching for you before you slide but just narrowly misses. It leaves him stunned as you full stand and he realizes you are entirely fine and intact. “The hell did you just do that for! Ya coulda gotten hurt!”

Your only response to him and a single finger in the air before walking away and going to do what you were asked by Rick. Daryl’s angry words traveled behind you before one of the other’s on duty must have gotten him to let it go. At least for now. 

It took you only an hour to check and refresh everything, but by the last rune you don’t want to go back to the settlement just yet. That would mean confronting Daryl or worse being confronted by him and you just aren’t ready. So for the rest of the day you gather anything you could have use for in your balms. There’s plenty of maple trees near by that you spend time gathering some sap and bark. It isn’t until the light starts to take a golden hue that you start to head back. Daryl still sitting at the top of the wall with a sour look on his face. Your steps slow and you refuse to make eye contact with him and only look to the other person on wall duty which happened to be Glenn. He nodded to you with a sympathetic look before opening the gate for you. 

Its only a few seconds of silence before you hear Daryl climbing down the same metal latter you had earlier. However instead of him confronting you with harsh words and a venomous additude he stalks off in the direction of your shared home. You turn to look and Glenn, What the fuck is his problem today?

He shrugs at your words “He hasn’t left since you left earlier. I think he just wanted to make sure you came back. He gets like this when he is worried about people.” Glenn’s reasoning made sense to you but that didn’t squash the anger you had at Daryl still. What he did was disrespectful and you still plan on letting him know that once he gets a taste of his own medicine. 

You head back to the infirmary and categorize the new ingredients you have and take your sweet time doing so. Everything pristinely packaged and placed. You even reorganize the medications cabinet alphabetically and by use. It isn’t until you look to the clock on the wall and read the hands saying it was 3:47a.m. meaning Daryl would be asleep or already out on wall duty again. Stalking your way back to the house and belining to the kitchen you see a bowl left out for you. It first has your heart warming before that bitter feeling settles in at the memory of the previous morning. You cover the bowl and put it in the fridge opting for an apple and then throwing the core in the compost trash once you finish. Its only then that you hear Daryl’s heavy booted footsteps coming down the stairs. You go around through the dining room and back around to the steps to avoid running into the man. Its a success and has you quietly rushing to your room and shutting the door with a flick of the lock. 

The next 3 days are spent entirely avoiding his existence just as he had ignored you. But everything comes to an boiling point eventually right? Just a matter of time before it’s too much.

Part 9 Coming soon

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[forever-yours-simdate]

totally ignore this if I just missed it but I would love to request an nsfw alphabet for Lycoris my beloved 💛

Lycoris is really cute... ouppy that you can do whatever you want to. just be nice to him!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very, very much frets over his partner and makes sure they're taken care of, cleaned up, and does whatever they want for their comfort. It's to the point that he totally forgets to take care of himself (or, his partner might need to pull him down and take care of him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lycoris doesn't have a specific body part on himself he likes, moreso he doesn't really pay attention to that much? or he is just completely neutral about it.

Likes all of his partner! Literally. His favorite body part is his partner's whole frame, especially how it fits with/compares to his. Also has a bit of focus on the lower torso/thigh area, but again, likes everything.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Tends to get... messy with it, but cleaning up doesn't bother him at all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Once while camping in a pretty remote part of the woods, he jacked off while skinny dipping in a lake-- while no one was around of course. Was extremely embarrassed about it afterward. Doesn't camp there anymore.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Has a little experience, but never has really gone "far" with anyone. Has absolutely no idea what he's doing, and mostly just does whatever he thinks his partner is enjoying.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Really likes the cowgirl position, as the top (aka the one laying down??). He feels it's the best position where his partner can feel pleasured, and he won't get carried away/think too much about his strength, and he can support his partner easily when needed. Doesn't like reverse cowgirl, because he wants to face his partner. But honestly, he likes any position that he knows his partner likes best.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's serious because he's very focused on giving his partner pleasure, and doing it right. It's honestly pretty cute how absorbed in it he gets. If he does anything silly, it's not intentional on his part, and he's confused about what's funny, but takes it in stride. If his partner is laughing, they must be having a good time, which is a good thing!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Clean, obviously, but doesn't really. Trim or clean up-hair wise. The hair has more saturated medium-blonde streaks at the base, compared to his usually platinum blonde hair. The texture is the same softness.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sooooo intimate, it is a must. Every action he does is filled with so much love and desire that it's almost suffocating. If he was more talkative, he would go on and on about how beautiful his s/o is and how much he loves them and how how much he wants and wants and wants.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't masturbate all that much? Most of the time he doesn't register sexual arousal as... sexual arousal? Doesn't really think about having sex with other people, generally. It just doesn't cross his mind all that often. But if his body insists, he usually seeks stimulation externally from things other than his hands until he gets really close. Would go crazy on a plain, simple toy if he had one.

Usually he stays in bed, hugging a pillow and grinding against it, wrapped up in softer, warmer blankets.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly probably the most vanilla, but due to inexperience and lack of knowledge/desire than anything. Definitely has a praise kink, though. Please tell him what he's doing good and dote on him and he'll melt. Might also be into free use, while he isn't exactly aware of it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually chooses a bed, but doesn't really mind doing it anywhere in his or his s/o's home as long as it's private.

Also would like to do it in the woods/while camping.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Re : Kinks, definitely has a praise kink. He also really likes when his partner tells him what they want so he can do it more (begging, or manhandling him into position, either works). He mostly just gets off on making his partner feel good, and the more reactive they are, the better he feels.

Has no specific kink/scenario he likes more than others, but likes roleplays where there's a really heavy lean into the "giving" he does, regardless of if he's topping/bottoming or domming/subbing. Like master/servant stuff.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doesn't like degrading or hurting his partner, or doing things that makes him think they're upset, even if it's roleplay. Actually, especially if it's roleplay. It's really hard for him to tell what's serious or not, and if you have a stoplight/safeword system, he will be checking constantly, due to just being really uncertain constantly. Even if it does make his s/o feel good, it makes him extremely scared and uncomfortable, which is conflicting for the side of him thatt wants to please his partner in every way possible.

Hates neglect play, and degradation that makes him feel like his s/o actually doesn't like him. Degrading praise is a bit more confusing for him, depending on what's being said.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving, and does his best to get better. Might look at tutorials online and put them into practice (and looks silly while doing it), but he's putting in so much effort that it's endearing. Requires a lot of guidance, and has a lot of patience and is very attentive.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sloooow, savoring every feel, taste, noise and reaction. He'll go at whatever pace his s/o desires, but personally he likes going slowly, carefully, and gently, and when he gets into it he'll still go slow still, but might get a bit more rough/firm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't like them, generally. Like yeah he'll go down on his knees and blow his s/o really quick if they want, but generally when it comes to sex he wants it to be long and sensual and just being completely absorbed in each other's presence.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Almost anything goes. Doesn't mind most things done to him, because while he doesn't personally get off on it, it makes his s/o happy so it'll be worth it. The pleasure he gets from seeing his partner turned on far outweighs any (physical) pain or discomfort he endures.

Not a risk taker though, if his s/o wants to do something risky, they'll have to spend a lot of time persuading him, and deal with months of time being dedicated to research and making sure it's done in a way that won't cause extreme harm. If you can't "eliminate" that risk, he'll refuse.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Lasts a while but mostly because he's more focused on getting his partner off rather than himself. He can go multiple rounds with breaks to rest in between, and has good stamina. But he has limits.

Though, even if he taps out he doesn't really... mind his s/o still going and "using" his body, as long as they're having fun and feeling good, even if it overstimulates him, likes it actually.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own any, personally. If he gets one, he would use it if he's feeling particularly needy for his partner without being able to do anything about it. Usually prefers using them on his partner, if it makes them feel good. Will happily let his partner use toys on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Complete opposite of a tease. Might unintentionally tease, and if he notices a positive reaction he'll do it more, but it doesn't register as "teasing" to him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very, very quiet, which is on brand for him. Most of it is heavy breathing, sharp inhales and exhales, shaky sighs, all quiet.

But like. You could probably Pavlov him into being louder.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He sees cockwarming as more intimate than sexual. Kinda like cuddling, but closer, and warmer, and feels really good. Likes cuddling while doing it. Gets really needy if his s/o is doing it to tease him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Obligatory do whatever you want forever, I'd write/draw him as 4' soft, 6.5' hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh. Honestly kinda in a "I'm horny whenever your horny" category, but after meeting his s/o and having sex with them, he's definitely much more needy. Occasionally will be spending time with his s/o and get Horny Thoughts, but usually gets embarrassed and confused once he realizes he's having them. If time is available and occasion is appropriate, he'll initiate, albeit shy and awkward. If it's bad enough, might beg a little-- but won't push if his s/o is seriously not in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Gets very sleepy, but will get up and do aftercare and clean up and whatever else in necessary, but once he's done with all that and lays down, he's out like a light. If his s/o wants to stay up and chat, he will try to stay awake, but will doze off and wake up only to doze off again...

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[itsdannysworld]

Sunkissed (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader, Danny Wagner x Reader CW: cursing, a lil hint at smut, mild slutshaming, a lil angst maybe? Summary: you'll find out (aka im bad with summarys) authors note: this is short but is gonna lead up to a huge chapter, sorry for going ghost for a bit lol

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You were stressed to say the least, balancing two other peoples emotions and potentially leading one on was freaking you out. So even though it was childish, you decided to make a pros and cons list.

Jake- Pros: nice, pretty, good in bed, makes me feel good about myself Cons: we disagree on a lot, its not gonna be stable

Danny- Pros: sweet, beautiful, great kisser, prioritizes my emotions, stable Cons: uhhhhhh

At the moment you couldn’t think of any cons. You knew from an outsiders perspective this looked like an easy choice, but it was far from it. You knew you had to get your shit together and eventually choose, and deep down you probably knew who it was going to be.

Jake had left an hour ago, and you hadn’t moved from the couch since then. You scheduled your date for tomorrow night, which gave you exactly 29 hours to mentally prepare. You missed Danny, he was always a comforting presence in your life. You went to text him and noticed he had already texted you.

Danny-boy:

hey beautiful, want to come over? i have nothing going on today

Of course you wanted to go over, but you didn’t know if it was a good idea. You decided to ignore any nagging doubts and responded saying you’d love to. You really liked Danny, but didn’t want Jake out of your life and you didn’t know how to make that work.

You pulled up to his house and knocked on the door. His house was big but cozy all at the same time. He quickly answered, pulling you into the house with a longing kiss. It totally caught you off-guard, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. “Sorry, I just missed you.” He sheepishly said when he pulled away. “Oh no hun, don’t worry about it.” You smiled. His house was decorated with various plants and a huge vinyl collection, and smelled like strawberry incense. “Sooooo, what do you wanna do? I was getting bored by myself. We can go get coffee or do whatever.” You plopped down on his couch just as he said this. “Up to you, I could totally spend the whole day making out with you.” He smiled and joined you on the couch. “Sounds good to me cutie.”

Hours had past and your clothes were spread across the floor of his bedroom. You didn’t expect it to go this far but you were happy it did. Kinda. You felt gross that you had slept with two people within the same 24 hours, but Danny being inside you made you completely forget about that. You sat up from where you laid on top of him, him having finished just a few minutes earlier.

“You’re pretty.” You said making a move to gather your clothes. “Why thank you.” He smiled.

You both looked up as you heard faint knocking downstairs. Danny pulled his pants on and looked out the blinds of his bedroom and went white.

“Who is it?” You asked, panicking at his reaction. “It’s fucking Jake.” You almost ran to the window. “No fucking way.” “Well he knows you’re here.” Danny said, pointing to your car. “Well uh, go answer it I guess. I need to finish getting dressed and fix my makeup.”

He nodded and went downstairs, pulling his shirt up off the floor.

You were panicking, you felt like such a slut and you wanted to run and hide. Being with Danny was magical, but losing Jake would be awful. You’re mind was going a million miles an hour. You knew they both said it was cool if you were with them both temporarily, but your head was still reeling.

“So where is she?”

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[imhereforbrownies]

Hello my divine queen... I'm writing with the request as I promised~ sorry it took some time, I had night shift so I was in state of uselessness all morning lol. Alright, let me get started so I don't take away much of your precious time~

When it comes to my personality traits, I'm convinced you're one of the people that know me the best but I would describe myself as a person with impeccable sense of humour, who's socially awkward beyond imagination with prominent sprinkles of anxiety and over-thinking. I also do like to consider myself to be open-minded and fairly patient (but the occasional anger outbursts are inevitable as the society we live in is packed with idiots).

As far as I'm concerned with my hobbies, I'm college student so I'm not allowed to have any of those... of course, I'm kidding :) my hobbies include unhealthy amount of day-dreaming, recetly I picked up playing the piano again, writing, listening to music, gaming, avoidance of fellow human beings and my responsibilities.

Some of my *favourites* that I can think of:

Movies and/or series - Hotarubi no Mori e, Doukyuusei (this is my comfort anime movie), Anna and the King, LOTR, Stranger Things (of course this masterpiece needs to make the list-)

Songs - any Imagine Dragons song, lots of The Neighbourhood songs, and some of the recent songs I'm obsessing over are Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name, Nirvana - Come as You Are, Kings of Leon - Sex on Fire, Metallica - Enter Sandman (I swear it's not just a phase mom...)

Places - my bed :) or nature (unless it's pollen season, allergy hits like a bitc-)

My dreams and aspirations include figuring the fuck out how I'm supposed to get my life together... genuinely, I don't have any specific goal at the moment, maybe just graduating from the hell hole college of mine hi hi... and after that just finding much needed balance in my personal life~

Zodiac sign - Cancer 🤟🏻

MBTI - INFP

Aesthetic - I'm spiritually in love with dark naturalism

And after long debate with myself, I'd like to know who would you ship me with from Stray Kids, even though I'm not super familiar with them yet. Thank you so so much in advance sweetie 💗

Hello, darling! 💞 Your request literally made my day, thank you so much for joining my celebration, I love you endlessly 💗

I literally squealed when I saw you requesting SKZ ship because I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THISSSSS FOR SO LONG ajbgsjvshgjds

Now let's get straight to it on my momma we lit!!!!

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I took my time to think about this, not gonna lie and I finally made my decision to ship you with Felix!

My reasoning behind it:

- you're Cancer and INFP which is kind of perfectly compatible with his Virgo and ENFP :)

- Felix is sunshine and literally the sweetest freaking person on the planet Earth so I can be 100% sure that man would treat you right just as you deserve

- he'd also be very understanding towards your needs and would never do anything without your permission so GREEN FLAG (there's not enough of them in our lives and you know it)

- he can cook and bake and as far as I'm aware you enjoy cooking and baking from time to time soooo you could do cooking/baking dates hihi

- I know you're obsessed with his voice (who isn't?!) and I'm sure he'd enjoy that very much lmao

- He loves anime, MCU and is a gamer (he actually recently started playing Genshin I think?)... can this boy be more perfect for you????? don't think so

- he also loves Imagine Dragons sooooo tickets as Christmas presents I guess ?? hehe

- you're such a lovable, kind and amazing person and I'm sure Felix of all people would appreciate you so much and he'd definitely treat you like a queen so I could rest peacefully and not worry about your well-being lol so this was an easy choice :)

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You come home, letting out an exhausted sigh as you let your bag hit the ground. You slip your shoes off and hang your jacket before you make your way further into your flat, the one you share with Felix.

He is exactly who you're searching for now as you take a peak inside your kitchen only to find it empty, yet there's a lingering smell of something delicious luring you in and so you cross the doorstep and make your way to the stove. He left some noodles for you that he cooked earlier, making you smile to yourself at his thoughtfulness.

"Hey," the deep voice coming from behind you makes you turn around quickly only to be met with Felix leaning against the doorframe, a small smile on his plush lips.

"Hi," you grin tiredly.

"I left you some noodles. It's the one you liked the last time," he states as he approaches you, making you curse your heart for skipping a beat at his sudden proximity.

"Thanks, Lixie. I really appreciate that," you murmur, looking at the food to avoid facing your roommate who leans against the counter right next to you, facing you with a smile on his stupidly handsome face.

"How was today?"

"Freaking sucked," you admit, letting out an exhausted sigh as you dare to glance up at him only to be met with sympathetic pout on his lips.

"I'm sorry to hear that. We could- we could game for a while if you'd like to. I actually made some progress in Genshin while you were gone," he states and you can't help but smile.

"Oh, you did? You have to show me," you state, suddenly feeling a bit more energized at the promise of spending time with him doing something you both actually enjoy. That might be just the right thing to help you get rid of all the stress that university life is giving you.

"For sure!" He nods with a grin.

"I-I'll just change and I'll be right back," you say, pushing away from the stove and heading for the door.

"I'll warm up the noodles for you," he offers.

"Thanks, Lixie!"

"No prob."

After you change into pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that maybe, just maybe used to belong to your roommate, you join him in the living room, your steaming bowl of noodles already waiting for you and so is Felix, controller in a hand and the game on the tv, yet his attention is on you the minute you enter the room, making your cheeks warm up.

"Thank you for the food," you murmur as you slide on the couch next to him, keeping a respectful distance.

"It's alright. You deserve to be taken care of," he states matter-of-factly, adverting his eyes to the screen, leaving you staring at him with lips softly parted. Sometimes you wonder if this boy is even real.

When you snap out of your little stupor you reach for the bowl and actually start eating, while watching Felix play.

As the time passes by, the noodles disappear from your bowl bit by bit while you and Felix engage in playful banter. He tells you about his dance practices and the new song he's working on with Hyunjin while you tell him about what a hell your major is these days, you both laughing at all the escapades you've been through so far.

Eventually, you put the bowl back on the table, leaving it empty before you adjust your position on the couch, looking for something more comfortable until you somehow end up with your head on Felix's shoulder. He doesn't seem to mind, too focused on the screen and the game and so you stay like that, ignoring the wild thrumming of your heart.

Felix senses you're getting tired and so he reaches for a blanket, covering your form before casually going back to talking, lowering his voice now, keeping his tone gentle and quiet as he tells you about all he managed to achieve in the game while you were away, the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. You cuddle up closer to him, wrapping your hand around his arm as your eyes get heavier and heavier, your soft touches sending Felix into cardiac arrest even though he seems as calm as ever.

He eventually quiets down completely, the game practically forgotten now as he finds himself looking down at you, dozed off with your face nuzzled into his shoulder, fisting the material of his hoodie in your balled hand.

He can't help the way his heart clenches at the sight of you, not when you look so sweet, not when moments like this are so rare with the two of you. He leans closer to you, careful not to wake you up before he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, a small smile settling on his lips once he pulls away.

“I got you, darling."

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fluff #fluff #250 followers celebration #shipping hours #kpop #lee felix x reader #lee felix #felix skz #lee youngbok

[here2bbtstrash]

So this is how it started…..

And I REALLY was like, doing my homework with this chapter

And clearly couldn’t keep up with the deep analysis, chp 8 got better and better (as expected 🥹)and.. ok I’ll proceed to rant whatever thought is left on my MESSED UP BRAIN… ok they were bonding and taking care of eo meals SO AWKWARDLY??? Lmao like ok here’s some coffee and some gross sweet shit, idk eat it if y want idc *proceeds to drop it and walking away* also AB written on the cup my god you’re a fucking genius ily so much jajajajajjjjajajajajajaajj

And pls I love how she’s so confused about him and instead of unpack her thoughts with the BEST BSF JIMINIE MY BELOVED she’s like “ok imma go fuck him,yeah that’ll make everything more clear (no judging her tho like WHO WOULDNT ITS FUCKING MIN YOONGI)

“Is this a booty call” I KNEW HE’D BE THE ONE TO SAY THAT pls he’s so annoying!!!! and hot!

And ofc… they’re bonding in the best way: ✨trauma✨ but seriously I loved the way they skipped unnecessary and cliché comfort words, just listening eo🥹💜 (and OMG the whiskey scene from the vliveeee I’m a psychic like jiminie lol)

The smooooth “want a tour?” just to end up in his bedroom 😏

But it was the first time they took their time 😭😭😭 the first time seeing eo naked😭😭 THEY FINALLY KISSED !!!!!! These bitches were starving!!

“You’re not the only one with great head game” 🆘🆘 helppp🚨police‼️🚨🚨 him making her squirrrttttt 😫🤯and I’m going to stop with the smut scenes bc if I’m going to say what I liked I might as well re-write the entire scene, so I’ll just say that I came the hardest ever and had to take some time bc I was FED yes in red bc I don’t know how to emphasize how good your smut is you’re a goddess 😫❤️‍🔥 and what is it with you and showers scenes??? Why/how are they so good and soft and hot at the same time 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

They being awkward the next few days? Mhmm nothing new GROW UP MORONS but also don’t?? I’m enjoying the drama what can I say🤭

AS FOR MY BABY STAR CANDY🥺THE AUDACITY😠 I’ll expect an apology with tears and lots of banana milks😤😤 come here baby I’ll cuddle you while playing with your piercings, run my hands trough your beautiful hair and show you the funniest tiktoks🥺💜🫂 I mean I understand her bc she’s so fucking confused and so fucking paranoid! But In love with her or not he’s just looking out for her, ffs why the fuck she went so hard on him😫😫 but I’ll trust the process🥺

Wheeeeewwwwww This didn’t feel like 15k at alllll it was so good that I read it in a heartbeat 😂 I think this is my fav chapter so far!! Idek how to end this review but just know that you blew my mind again and I love you M💜 you’re amazing!!!!!! Te amo bebé can’t wait to see what the future hold for these two 😍

sfkjdglsdfgjslg I APPRECIATE THE EFFORT 🥺 it's my fault that this chapter was a million years long and i decided to shove pivotal moments in every 2 seconds like i cannot IMAGINE anyone trying to comment on every single thing 🤣 we'd be here all day!!!!

NOT YOU ROASTING THEM FOR BONDING AWKWARDLY LMAOOOOOO listen 🥴 it's their first time being nice they don't know how to do this shit!!!! like uhhhhh here have some food guess i don't hate you all the time alright gotta go 🏃‍♀️ and yessss the AB on the cup!!!! i just had to stick a little callback in there (what am i talking about i stuck so many callbacks in this chapter for no reason sdkfjsldf)

she's such a dummy it's true 🤦‍♀️ your bestie who has been telling you this shit over and over is RIGHT THERE and instead you're???? gonna fuck your feelings away????? ma'am??????? and ofc yoongi had to call her out on it 😏

sdfkfhdgjd YOU ARE PSYCHIC THO !!! you literally sent me that ask the day i drafted that whiskey and trauma bonding scene and i was like 👀 SHE HAS NO IDEA..... 🤭

LMAO THEY RLY WERE STARVING.... my god...... fucking in a private place in a bed for once, can you even believe 😩 and LOL NOT THE HIGHEST FORM OF PRAISE 🙇‍♀️ i had sooooo much fun writing this smut and letting these two dummies finally be a SMIDGE intimate 🫠 also wow now that i think of it i have literally written 3 shower moments in a row lately am i ??? okay ???? what's going on with me

and of course the piss poor communication strikes again.... both between yoongi and reader and with 😭 baby goth 😭 dog dad 😭 didn't deserve this.....

i really really appreciate you calling out reader's state of mind and taking that into consideration tho 💜 i see a lot of people SUPER angry about how she handled it (which, FINE!!! she did it BAD! REAL BAD!) but at the same time - she is not doing well y'all 🤣 that adrenaline rush of thinking she's getting caught is REAL, and she's swimming in her own denial (and i would argue, so was jk 🤭) and a whole lot of hurt/weird yoongi feelings sooooo yes. she fucked up and went aggro on him 😭 but i promise they're gonna work it out ❤️‍🩹

omggggg the favorite chapter so far?!?!?! gahhhh what an honor 🙇‍♀️ i was super scared about posting bc 1. this chapter is fucking THICC lol and 2. it's got so much to it! so many changes!! shit is ramping UP!!!! so it means so much to know you really enjoyed it 🥺 eeeee i love you so much jaz i'm so glad you're enjoying this wild ride!!! GRAMMYS ARE NEXT HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOO 💜

#simp47koreancrackheads #fic review #look down on me like that #LDOMLT spoilers #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

[lily-orchard-gossip-blog]

Two Loving Mothers Breakdown Part 2

I didn’t get very far with the first part, in fact, I seem to have gotten stuck right out of the gate, but hopefully I can make more progress in the story. I somehow have the feeling that that isn’t going to be the case, but I can dream, right?

The next line is fine, it’s just Aliana starting to get out of bed to comfort Star, but Rey decides to take this one. I have to ask however, about this line following the first one:

Aliana had gotten up to tend to Star every night and it was taking its toll on her.

Why is Aliana the only one taking night duty? There isn’t a good reason for Rey to be letting Aliana do all the work. They aren’t breastfeeding her, their comforting her nightmares.

But to really hammer home just what a toll this is having on poor Aliana, we get these two lines:

Dark circles under her eyes, her braids gaining more and more flyaways and she was exhausted. Seeing all the progress Aliana had made in taking care of herself slowly bleed away the more Star kept her up was another thing that was breaking Rey’s heart. 

How dare the child interrupt Aliana’s skin care routine?! Like, I understand wanting to showcase the physical toll this was having on Aliana, but the second line:

Seeing all the progress Aliana had made in taking care of herself slowly bleed away the more Star kept her up was another thing that was breaking Rey’s heart. 

Just reads poorly to me. It feels like the paragraph is saying that Aliana matters more then the child who’s struggling, when I’m certain that isn’t suppose to be the case.

Also, Rey’s heart sure is breaking a lot. This is where you need to pull out the thesaurus, and chose another word, because having the exact same sentiment/word choice two paragraph in a row is just sloppy, and screams that this wasn’t edited.

(There’s another issue, but I’m putting a pin in that until later.)

Anyways, Rey figures she can handle the…baby?

Here’s the line:

She could handle the baby, and let her wife get her much needed rest.

Now the issue here, is that this is not only very impersonal, it also indicates that the Rey doesn’t think of Star as her and Aliana’s child, but rather a thing that exists. (This isn’t helped by what happens later in the story, but I’m getting ahead of myself.) But the funny thing is, this is a reeeeaaaly easy fix. All you have to do change one little word. So here you go, the edited version:

She could handle their baby, and let her wife get her much needed rest.

Boom, done.

Why did I change that one word? Because A) It makes it more personal, and B) It makes the line more character centered. Star is no longer being called a baby by the author, but rather by Rey.

The next paragraph is about why Star has nightmares, and how Rey and Aliana met her. And because I’m a nitpicky assh*le, I’m going to go over the stuff that probably really only bugs me. But I guess that’s why you’re reading this sooooo…

My problem starts with the second line of the paragraph:

The girl’s night terrors stemmed from her time on Nathema, a time of torture and harsh punishments to mold her into a Jedi killer by the First Order.

There is no reason to use time twice here. Like none. Here’s a rewrite to show what I mean:

The girl’s night terrors stemmed from her time on Nathema, where the First Order used torture and harsh punishments to mold her into a Jedi killer.  

Is it better? I don’t know, but I find it flows better, and there’s a lot less repetition now.

Of course, I wish this was the only problem with this paragraph. But anyways here’s the next line:

They’d found her abandoned in a ruined bedroom, and though she had seemed fine initially, the memories of what had happened to her had been returning ever since Rey and Aliana had adopted the girl.

First of all, who are they?

The above sentence does not establish who the they is referring to, and while I can infer that it’s probably Rey and Aliana, the fact that I was confused for a few seconds over who Rey was referring to, isn’t exactly a good thing.

We then finish off with this sentence here, and it annoys me to no end:

Aliana had suspected there would be scars from her imprisonment, but even she had been surprised by the intensity of Star’s nightmares. 

We know Star has intense nightmares; this has been well established already. This line just feels like a means to continue inserting Aliana into the narrative. Are we suppose to be surprised over the fact that even Aliana didn’t know how bad Stars night terrors where going to be?

NO!

It isn’t surprising; this has been well established already. This is paragraph three, and we are still talking about the nightmares, but we aren’t getting any new information about them.

It is such a pointless line. You can cut it, and nothing would be lost. You know what, I’m going to prove it by showing you a “re-write” of the paragraph. Here you go:

Rey yawned as she made her way to Star’s room. The girl’s night terrors stemmed from her time on Nathema, where the First Order used torture and harsh punishments to mold her into a Jedi killer.  Rey and Aliana found her abandoned in a ruined bedroom, and though she had seemed fine initially, the memories of what had happened to her had been returning ever since they had adopted the girl.

It's still repetitive, still clunky, but it’s a lot less maddening.

I’m going to stop here now, because it’s running a bit long. I’ve noticed this thing with Lily’s writing where she just repeats the same information over and over and over again, just delivering it in a slightly different way each time.  She does this a lot with TSR, and she’s doing it again here.

See you in part 3.

#two loving mothers #lily orchard #story review

[somethinglikelife]

This is actually a second post that I have written today, the first... Well it's a topic that I am very passionate about and feel that I need to rewrite it to really do it justice. So, today you're getting a little holiday story.

I celebrate Yule, but as a child, I did celebrate Christmas, and since Christmas eve is only a few days away, I thought I would relay a tale from my past. So please, before you continue with today's reading, go get yourself the wintery beverage of choice, a nice holiday snack and get comfortable.

I'll wait don't worry.

Have everything? Good, I'll begin.

I grew up in Alaska, Hell I'm not from a rich family, we got by that was enough. The house I grew up on was about a five minute drive from Fairbanks, the top of the hill my neighborhood was on happened to have a ski hill, the boys (For the most part I really was the only girl in the neighborhood) and I would bike on the trails in the summer, and sometimes we'd go skiing in the winter, the road down into the neighborhood was great for sledding.

Around Christmas my family would go into the swamp behind my grandfather's place to get a tree. Those trees were black spruce, smelled horrible, and really weren't as pretty as a Douglas or any of the other trees grown just for Christmas trees, but the fact we went to go get it was part of the tradition. We'd hike out in the snow, usually about two feet deep at that point, with an orange plastic sled to put the tree on, and Wolf, our old dog to help keep the 'critters' at bay. Now Wolf was a good dog, but I'm pretty sure she could only really scare squirrels away, but she came along anyway because well, she was protective over myself and my little brother.

Those trees, usually didn't make it back in a good condition to the house. Half the time it would make it back with half the branches worn off from being dragged back through the woods, though that was okay, our house was small and the more branches that fell off in transit, meant less we had to decorate, and easier it would be to move around it when we put it in the corner.

Now the house, before I get too far was about the size of the trailers that are on the back of the big rigs that drive up and down the interstate. It wasn't a mobile home, I'm pretty sure that the original owner built a container house before those were really a thing. The kitchen originally was in the darkest part of the house, the master bedroom took up most of the space, and my brother and I shared what probably was originally the pantry for the kitchen as our bedroom until we built the second story on the house (about the time I turned 12). That tiny little room had enough room for a bunk bed. I had the top bunk, while my brother had the bottom one.

I remember being able to sit in bed late night around Christmas, reading books quietly to the light of the tree which was just outside our room, which didn't have a door, we just happened to have a curtain there to separate it from the dining room.

Christmas morning we'd have to wait to open presents until our grandparents came over, they lived just around the corner, and usually my brother and I would go to get them, Santa usually brought our presents to their house instead of ours, so that little orange sled would come with us so we could load it up with the presents (Our houses were three driveways away from each other so it was kind of stupid to drive over and back), but by the time we got back to the house Dad would have a huge stack of Palacsinta (Hungarian Crepes sooooo good) with a bowl of cottage cheese mixed with cinnamon and sugar to fill them with along with an assortment of jam and jelly, sometimes homemade form the berries we picked in the summer.

My brother and I would rush through breakfast so that we could tear into the presents as Mom and Dad would start work on making dinner, usually it was a ham, since by then we'd be turkey'd out from Thanksgiving. Mom would disappear to her parents house to work on making deserts while us kids were entertained by our presents, or put to work helping prep the main meal while waiting for guests to arrive.

We would put together the table, which was long enough to fill the whole living room area, the food would be put out potluck style on the kitchen table and for the rest of the day we were working around the maze of tables. We'd have spiced apple cider and mulled wine cooking on the woodstove that heated the house, which filled the house with a warm scent of citrus and spices, Ham would be in the oven, along with rolls.

Neil, my dad's best friend, and a man me and my brother called a brother as well, would bring something from scratch and gifts for my brother and I were usually a book of some sort. A few times they were cookbooks that we'd take with us to his place when he babysat us so we could cook with him.

It was never a big affair, probably at most ten to fifteen people, the man that would later be my stepdad, his then wife, Mom, Dad, Neil, his wife Karen, Granny, Grandpa, and a few other friends dad had made from work at the university. all of us were from different faiths (one year a friend dad had come was Jewish and we adjusted the meal so there was no ham, he brought some of his favorite dishes which Dad had us try, I will admit everything I tried was delicious).

To be honest, I never felt like our little gatherings in that tiny house were just for Christmas, it was on Christmas, but it always felt more like we were just celebrating life, and family.

Isn't that really what this season is for? To celebrate what you have and can hold dear? So, I'm going to leave you with that today. Doesn't matter if you can have a grand epic story tale Christmas, or if it can only be a small gathering of friends, because family is too far away from each other, or too toxic to be near. This season, just be with the ones that make you feel welcome and safe. Support those you see struggle.

Hell, today I didn't need to, but I went to the mall for my favorite coffee place in town, and a school bus of kids with disabilities came in the door as I went to check to see if a store had catnip. I knew that my coffee was being made and didn't have a lot of time, but I held the doors for the kids, even told them to have a great time. Some of the kids didn't respond, did it bother me? Nope, because all of them smiled back at me. It was a small gesture, and I wasn't rushing them. I just saw that the able bodied people with them were busy and tried to help out. Something that I wish more people would do.

It's something that a lot of us Americans need to relearn to do. Forget our differences and just help one another peacefully.

And yes, now I'm getting off my soapbox, I have some gifts I need to make still after all.