#ill never be over them in a big squishy bed

[klausysworld]

Can we get a Klaus and plus size reader smut please? Rarely find any here and I love your writing so wanna read more of it 💛

Perfect

my body was something that sometimes i loved and sometimes i hated. My thighs were thick and lined in pink stretch marks along the sides of my hips, my stomach wasn’t flat like the other girls but full and squishy, my arms seen as ‘flabby’ and my face round.

Sometimes i looked at myself and confidence surged through me, i wore well fitted clothes and strutted around the compound.

Other days i wore clothes far too large and spent far too much time in the gym.

Or i would stuff myself silly as i attempted to fill an empty void, i would feel awful after but i just couldn’t help myself.

My self image hadn’t been an issue for me recently, having Niklaus Mikaelson as a best friend certainly helped.

Of course i ended up having feelings for him but i mean who wouldn’t? Often i would catch him stealing a glance at me or blush when i complimented his artwork and the hope of him holding romantic feelings for me would rise but then there were days that doubt would swarm inside me. Somebody would comment on my shape or my weight and all i could think is ‘there is no way someone like him could ever love someone like me’

Today had not been a particularly great day. I was currently sat on the floor of the Mikaelsons personal gym within the compound wearing a shirt 3 sizes too big and leggings that clung to my legs making my eyes desperately avoid looking at them. I had been down here hours, i finished doing any exercises at least 40 minutes ago but i couldn’t find it within me to get up.

Tears trickled down my cheeks and my hands pinched my sides.

Footsteps got progressively closer and i shuffled back further against the wall

“love? are you in here?”

fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

‘what is he gonna think when he sees the pathetic state i’m in!?’

i had no time to think further as his eyes locked my my glossy ones

he was at my sides in an instant, his arms pulled me to his chest gently as he rested upon his knees, his hand tucked my face into his neck as his other rubbed my back

“you, my love, should never feel the need to cry alone on a dusty floor. let’s get upstairs okay? we can go to the art room and ill paint while you play the piano hm?” i let out a chocked cry and shook my head holding onto his shirt as i breathed his scent.

his hands moved to support my back and under my thighs, he was going to pick me up. i panicked then and lurched forward to escape his hold

“easy love just let me carry you up”

tears were fully streaming at this point

“im too heavy” i all but whimpered

his face softened further and my body was lifted off the ground, i was held securely as he took me back up the stairs towards his room.

“you forget, my love that i am both vampire and werewolf, i could carry anything. I assure you that you are as light as a feather, you are simply perfect.” i sniffed my tears back and nuzzled into him in comfort.

i was placed onto his bed and pushed up so i leaned against the headboard. He pressed his lips against my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, all over my face until at last a peck was left on my lips. His hands cupped my face and he leaned his head against mine

“perfect. Do you understand?”

i nodded meekly and he hummed

“say it” he whispered, now looking into my eyes

“i’m perfect” i mumbled

“yes, yes you are” he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip

“i’m going to show you just how perfect you are now okay?”

i swallowed audibly, my face flushing as i nodded in consent

his lips were on mine soon enough pressing softly against me and his fingers travelled underneath the baggy top and along my torso. His tongue swiped and pushed it’s way inside my mouth as he began exploring, his taste flooded my senses, i didn’t realise that i was left in my bra and leggings. He pulled away slowly and looked down at me, he ran his hands up my body and cupped my breasts through the fabric

“beautiful my love, just perfect.”

my lips twitched to a small smile seeing nothing but adoration in his darkened sapphire eyes. Klaus ran his tongue flat over the flesh above my nipple, bra now disregarded somewhere around the room and hands removing my leggings, panties and socks.

His mouth moved south, he sucked lightly along my stretch marks before licking across my thighs

“you, sweetheart are going to ride my face” he told me and he used his vamp speed to have himself beneath me as i sat on his chest. A squeal left me and i quickly lifted myself off of him trying to crawl off but his hands gripped at my hips guiding me forwards

“klaus… i’m serious..i’m too heavy…”

he leaned himself up and kissed my center harshly, my arms faltering as i unconsciously dropped myself lower… almost sat on his face

“sit y/n. do not hover, i do not care how heavy you think you may be, i want my head between your thighs and that’s what i’ll get, sit.” i cautiously did as i was told, the feeling of my clit being enveloped my warmth and rolled against his tongue made me wonder why i argued.

Niklaus lapped at my wetness and gently moved my hips back and forward against him. He moaned lowly sending vibrations up through me, my head fell forward and my hands grabbed the headboard for support. Whines and whimpers fell out my mouth, my hips ground against him whilst his hands squeezed my ass tenderly.

“klaus! oh god..”

his tongue pushed inside my entrance while his nose continued to brush my clit

Heat coursed through me, an individual heartbeat was felt between my legs and i began moaning out his name continuously

“im…im..mm klaus i-“ my own sounds cut me off as i came around his tongue holding onto the headboard as i rocked into his face.

Another minute passed of him licking my thighs clean before he lifted me up and rolled me onto my back, his lips found mine again as we both panted

“you have no idea just how wonderful you taste, utterly divine” he spoke softly but firmly, his hands getting my lags to wrap his now naked waste… when he undressed i do not know but looking up at him now i would never complain about anything. If heaven were on earth, he was it.

“i love you klaus” i whispered grabbing ahold of his left hand and looking hopefully at his eyes to find his reaction.

His face was blank as he searched my face, he must have noticed it drop and the regret seep in as i dropped my legs down and began moving to sit up.

His right hand pressed against my chest pushing me flat on the bed, his left squeezed mine and he caught my eye locking our gaze

“i love you too y/n…i’m sorry it took so long to say it. I love you y/n y/l/n”

tears welled in my eyes and a happy sob chocked through my throat, he brushed my cheek and peppered my face in pecks again before our foreheads were pressed together again

“put your legs back up for me” he spoke quietly as he looked down to position himself at my core. my legs were pulling him down and his right hand guiding himself inside me. We both gasped at the sensation as he slowly filled me to the brim before pulling all the way out and thrusting back inside drawing intense moans from my throat. Both his hands entwined with his as he stretched our arms up and over my head

“i love seeing how your body moves with mine, so bloody perfect aren’t you” he mutterers while kissing by my collar bone and sucking lightly.

Klaus’s hips began to gain speed, he started hitting deeper and harsher, guttural groans and moans vibrated into my skin, our hands squeezed each others and my walls began tightening.

i cried out his name, in response he started moving at a supernatural pace, places i was unaware of felt as though they were on fire and my hips bucked up at him

‘i love yous’ were echoed off the walls and soft kisses were shared

One hand left mine and placed itself against my overly sensitive clit, the fast movement of him inside me and the pressure against my ball of nerves became overwhelming, the tension beginning to snap

“that’s it my love, squeeze me nice and tight”

i let myself relax, the powerful rush spreading all throughout my body as hot spurts somehow filled me even more

My legs gave up and fell to the sheets, Klaus’s hands rubbed up and down my body as he removed himself from inside me and leaned back down to clean my thighs and center, a small whimper escaped me at the overstimulated feeling

His hands pushed him up and he crawled up the bed, a blanket was dragged over us as he pulled me to him, our arms wrapped around each other with nothing but love between us

“i am going to love you forever y/n, i will never, ever allow you to deem yourself anything less than perfect, perfect weight, perfect body, perfect face, perfect voice, everything you do is unmatched to anyone and everyone in this and any other universe there may be. I promise to show you just how much i love you and to cherish every moment we spend together”

that night we remained together, knowing i would wake up in Niklaus Mikaelsons arms, in the man i love arms was more than enough for me to look at my body the next day and smile. We are all beautiful and perfect in all ways.

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[carpecarlos]

Date: April 6, 2022

Where: Treatment center in austin

Who: Lucy Hale ( @prettylittlelucygoose​) & Carlos Pena

Carlos parts are normal

Lucy’s parts are italic.

Carlos drove to the treatment center and then was walked to the main common area. He took a seat in a chair. He hated being here, he had been ignoring coming to Austin for as long as he could. Not really wanting to see or even talk to Lucy at the moment. But he did feel bad for feeling like he was keeping their daughter away from her and he couldn't ignore it forever. He took Delia out of her carseat, in hopes that Lucy would just go right to the infant when she got there. He set the four month old on his lap, taking out a toy from her diaper bag and letting her have it.

Lucy was worried about seeing Carlos because she knew how she still felt about the man and she knew that he would have his walls up. She wished she had never said anything to him so they could still be close and affectionate, but that wasn't fair to anyone and she was trying to be honest. With a smile she walked over to her almost family and scooped Delia off of Carlo' lap. "Hello, sweet girl!" Lucy started kissing her cheeks and pretending to eat them. "Mmm, so squishy and delicious," Delia smiled and laughed. "She's so big." Lucy commented and looked at her ex.

He let Lucy take Delia off of his lap, watching the two. A small smile ghosted his features. She was always good with their daughter, he could always see the love that she had for Delia. Which kept keeping Delia away from her that much harder. He rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. "Yeah, she is. She goes to bed and wakes up bigger, I swear." Letting his gaze shift from Delia to his ex. "How are you doing?"

Lucy sat down on the floor and lied Delia down between Lucy's legs. She looked over every inch of her daughter, trying to burn it all to memory before picking her back up and hugging her close. "Met with my dad last week. Im still processing so...not really sure."

He rose an eyebrow as she spoke, surprised that she met with her dad. "Doctor's really digging in this time, isn't he?" He asked. "Hope that went somewhat okay for you."

"I cant keep tiptoing around the root of the problem...was time to face it head on. It's still going and there's a lot more work to do. I was surprised he agreed to come and its fucking me up a little right now but supposedly in the long run ill be better

He nodded in agreement. "No, you can't keep tiptoeing it. I'm glad you're facing the root of the problem. Hope it helps you in the long run." All he ever card about was Lucy being better and just getting better. He easily seen her at the worst but he also seen her in her good moments. He knew she could get there, probably had more faith in.

Delia made a noise so Lucy pulled her away from the hug and put her legs together and bending them, resting Delia on them so she could look at her. "You're not gonna fit here much longer," Lucy said sadly. "Im missing too much," the realization washed over her and she started to tear up. She was going to miss even more with months of treatment still to go and who knew how long it would be before Carlos would let her have her.

“Sooner or later you won’t be missing too much.” Once she got out, it’s be easier with some things. But if she did stay in Austin, he knew that she would still be missing a lot. “I’m sorry you’re missing so much though.”

"Im gonna be in austin for awhile for treatment. In another week or two I'll be able to switch to outpatient. But i dont know how long outpatient will last."

“Then we’ll figure it out. FaceTime. I can still bring her every other weekend or something… it just gets tricker when I start tour.” Even though he didn’t really want to be around lucy right now, he was willing to make things work for their daughter.

"Once im established a little bit better i can have her for my fifty percent of the time right?" One of her fears was that she wouldnt be allowed equal time with Delia.

He shrugged. "I don't know." He sighed, his hand going to rub his face. "I'm not trying to take her from you. But you lost a lot of my trust. Between the OD. Not being honest about the you and Jared shit. It's just.... a lot to work through and I know I wouldn't be comfortable leaving her with you for long periods of time. It'd be something we would have to work on. Especially if you end up moving full time to Austin, which I'd much rather her stay in LA, especially at first."

"Youre gonna make it impossible to be in her life," she pointed out. "I plan on living in Austin, Jared and I are eventually gonna live together and youre gonna make it impossible for me to have her for the amount of time im legally allowed."

"Yeah. We'll see how long that lasts," he muttered under his breath. He rolled his eyes at the comment about her and Jared. "I've always stated I didn't want her living in Austin. We can't do 50/50 if we're living in different states." He pointed out. It would get harder the older that Delia got with school and everything. "I'm not trying to make it impossible. I'm willing to WORK it out. But YOU have to be fucking patient and not push what I'M comfortable with. And if you don't agree we can just go to court. Which I'm fully trying to avoid." He paused for a minute. "I don't have to bring her here. So don't start fighting with me about all this now."

"We were gonna live in LA and Alexa was gonna be living in Maui and you guys were still doing fifty/fifty i dont understand what the difference is."

"I had to ask her to make sure she was also okay with the kids leaving Maui while I had them. Because for a while she didn't want them to be that far away from her." He shrugged. "It's a different situation. I'm not saying in 6 months my opinion is gonna be the same or if it'll change. But I also don't want Jared around our daughter, like ever."

"Then i dont want anyone you date to be around her either," lucy said with an eye roll. You're being absolutely ridiculous. Youre making up the rules because youre mad im with him and all its doing is putting a strain between mine and Delia's relationship which matters most of all."

"No. I'm not mad that you're with him. I'm mad at the fucking situation. That you fucking lied to me about everything for weeks. I'm mad at you more than I am that you're with him." He pointed out. He's a fucking asshole, that's gonna end up fucking hurting you again. I don't want Delia around the toxicity that revolves around you and Jared." He shook his head, his arms crossing over his chest. "Just enjoy your time with her. We're only here for today so fighting over this is pointless right now."

She wanted to point out that she could still be lying to him, that they could be kissing right now and talking about their future plans but what good would that do? "Things are different this time. We havent faught once and we'd never fight in front of any of the kids. And if we didnt work out id still be in Austin. The atmosphere is better for me. My drug dealers arent here but this prick of a doctor is and hes helping me take control of my life back."

"Okay. And we'll talk about all that when the time comes. Either way. I don't want you having her for long periods of time yet." He lifted  his shoulders in a shrug, his eyes darting from his ex to Delia. "My feelings might change. But you have to give me time. To work through my feelings on everything."

Lucy looked at Delia too. Part of her almost got up and handed the baby back to him but she was refusing to let him ruin her only time with Delia. Carefully, Lucy got to her feet with the baby and started walking around. "Come on Squish, lets go lie down for a few minutes," she started walking towards her room knowing he couldnt follow them.

He had been there enough to know he couldn't go to where the rooms, he wasn't even sure if she could technically take Delia back there. He pulled himself up from his chair and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his text messages as he walked to where the vending machines were and bought himself a water before he sat back down.

Lucy took Delia into her room and laid down in bed with the baby next to her. "Im sorry im missing so much of your life but what im doing right now is gonna make sure im around to see as much of your life as possible." Delia just sucked on her little fingers. The girls had been gone for a little while when the doctor came to sit down near Carlos, "Haven't seen you around here in awhile."

Carlos set his phone down as he heard the doctor's voice, lifting his hand to wave to him. Surprised that the doctor even came over to him."Been avoiding coming here." He said honestly.

"It's good for Lucy to see her children, it's a reminder of what she's fighting for." The doctor pointed out. "For the record I do think you're a better match for her."

"I know... which is why I brought Delia down even though I didn't want to come." He stated, shifting in his chair. He let out a dry laugh at the doctor's words. "Maybe." He brought his water bottle up to his lips and took a sip from it. 

"After talking with Lucy for as long as I have been I've noticed the way she describes her need of Jared almost like the same way she'd describe her need of pills or alcohol. I'm hoping to get her to understand he's a drug for her, but I also can't force someone to do something or not do something. If she thinks it's working there's nothing anyone can do to get her to see things differently and unfortunately all we can do is hope things do work out so she doesn't sprial again."

“Which she does think it’s working. Because they’re not fighting yet. But it won’t be long before he does or says something that ends up making her feel shifty. It’s a never ending cycle. This is what happened last time. We got happy and content together and he came rolling back in.” Granted this time they weren’t happy together yet, but he knew they would have gotten there. “It’s like she blocks out the bad with him. And forgets how bad things get there.”

"There is always the possibility that the two of them learn to get along and have a healthy relationship. I already see improvement with Lucy from where she was when she first came here. From the way her file describes her, but the only reason why I'm allowing this to continue is because she's here and that's something she and I both agree on. If something happens between them she's already here and I can help her. From what she tells me from the past if they're going to have problems and break up it'd be anytime now."

He nodded, "and she improves. And then tosses it away because of him. Because he tends to make her feel shitty." He was around a lot for Lucy's marriage to Jared. But knew a lot of how she felt afterwards and when the two ended up together a little over a year earlier. "I don't know, just seems like he comes around when it's convenient  for him or when he decides he wants to be with her. And then he can't handle her or learn to help her out." He shrugged his shoulders as he got up from his chair. Grabbing a bottle and the formula out of the diaper bag and pouring water from a water bottle and then putting the formula in there. "Can you have a nurse or someone run this back to Lucy? Delia's gonna have to eat in a bit and I know she won't come out to be around me until it's time to go."

The doctor paused for a moment, "Do you think people are capable of changing? Do you think he's capable of not making her feel shitty?" talking to the people who were always around Lucy helped the doctor work with her in therapy. He shook his head, "No, you can leave it here. This is a perfect example of an uncomfortable situation that Lucy needs to learn to deal with like a mature adult. That baby will get hungry and fussy and Lucy will need to get up and come get the food. No matter how she feels, she needs to learn to put the priorities of her kids before anything else she feels."

"I don't think Jared is capable of changing. He's already proven he's the same person. First he cheated on his wife with Lucy. Then apparently cheated on Lucy with his wife. And from a mutual friend I have with her, he hasn't signed the divorce papers yet. So I think there's more going on than Lucy realizes and he's just playing people along at this point." He shrugged his shoulders. Carlos believed in change. That people could, he knew Lucy could. But it seemed like Jared wasn't capable of it and kept going downhill; something his ex didn't need to be around. "Okay." He nodded as he set the bottle down on the table next to him.

"And technically Lucy cheated on you," the doctor pointed out. "You two had agreed on not being with anyone else during her time here and now she's with Jared. In the same respect you could say the same thing about Lucy." The doctor continued to sit there with Carlos, not always talking but observing everything. When the faint cries could be heard he waited to see how Lucy reacted. When the woman appeared moments later with the baby she noticed the smirk on the doctors face, "What?" she asked him. "I'm proud of you," was all he said. Lucy saw the bottle on the table and grabbed it then sat down on the couch to feed the baby.

“She did cheat.” He nodded. Maybe that was his issue with all this, because they were supposed to be together. He was supposed to be able to trust her and then this happened. And a lot of his trust went out of the window. He messed around his phone as he waited for his ex and their daughter to come down the hallway. He watched lucy as she grabbed the bottle and sat down.

Nobody talked and it felt awkward. After she burped the baby and went back to feeding her the rest of the bottle she finally asked, "Can Carlos come to my room with the baby?" The doctor nodded and got up to go do some work, Lucy looked at him, "If you want to be somewhere more private..."

Carlos was shocked that the doctor was allowing him to go to Lucy’s room with her. “Yeah, sure.” He said and pulled himself up from the chair. He grabbed the diaper bag and started following her into the room. “Was she good when you were in the room?”

Lucy stood, still feeding the baby, and carefully led him to her room. She didnt have a roommate currently so lucy had pushed the beds together and made herself a giant bed. "She was perfect," she said and sat down on the bed with her back against her pillow and the wall. "What was the doctor talking to you about?"

"She always is." Delia and Rio were by far, Carlos' easy kids. Neither of them cried all too much and he definitely lucked out. He sat down next to Lucy. "He was most definitely just asking how the weather was." He joked.  "What do you think?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You. Jared. Asking me questions. Getting into my brain like a doctor does."

Lucy smiled at his joke but then her mind started to race. "Did he tell you anything i said about you and jared?"

He shook his head, "no. Why? What have you said?" He questioned, letting his gaze shift from Delia to Lucy.

Her cheeks turned red as soon as he looked at her. She didn't know what to say that he'd even believe or care about. "I hate myself for hurting you," she finally said.

He sighed at her words. His head leaning back against the headboard. "I don't want you to hate yourself...."

"But i do. Especially because you dont wanna be my friend anymore. I sometimes regret all this."

He shrugged his shoulders. He hated that a small part of him was happy she regretted all of this. “I don’t want to be right now.  It that might change sooner or later

"It might not though," and she knew she had no choice but to accept it but it still made her sad. "You were my best friend and now I dont have one. It's lonely."

“Your boyfriend is supposed to be your best friend.” He muttered, his eyes going back down to Delia. His hand reaching over and letting her wrap her hand around his finger. “Look. Things might change. But you have to stop pushing for us to be friends right now.”

"But he's not, he also didnt wanna be my friend after the divorce and it put a strain on that part of the relationship, so...i guess I dont have high hopes for us being friends and its hard."

"But I'm not him. This is different." Their relationship was always more different than hers with Jared. Which made their relationship that my special. "It's not just hard for you. This is hard for me too."

Lucy couldnt get the idea out of her mind that Carlos would never want her the same way she wanted him. She believed Carlos would never marry her because of Alexa or even her own issues that Carlos couldnt get over, and how could she be with someone if they didnt want the same future? Why would she waste her time just for him to say no? Then what would she do? "I find that hard to believe. You were already out of the relationship. You already walked away."

“When did I walk away?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"When you left for Alexa. Every time you say you dont wanna marry me. We're not on the same page."

“I didn’t fully walk away. That’s why her and I didn’t work out. And then you pretty much died, and I realized I wanted to be with you and work on getting on to the same page. But then jared decided that he wanted you back.” He shrugged. “But it is her. Saying I’m done. Being here. Being around you. Knowing I can’t hold you. Or kiss you. Thinking of you being in someone’s else’s bed. It’s hard, and I don’t know how to get you to believe me on it.”

Lucy started to cry as he spoke and she wanted to tell him that she didnt want him to be done but she wasnt done with her relationship with Jared and that made everything more difficult. She felt like she was right back where she was years ago having to choose between Jared and someone else. "I wanna kiss you too."

He let out a sigh as she started crying. “But you can’t… you’d be cheating.” He told her. He moved his arms around her and carefully pulling her in for a hug. “I do love you.”

Lucy pulled the now empty bottle out of Delia's mouth and put it aside so she could burp her again. "So last night were you jealous when you thought I was in bed with Jared before I showed you I was with Sam?"

“Kinda, yeah. More or less, just that you were at his house.” He shrugged. Shifting in his spot.

"My daughter lives there. It's not always about him. Sometimes I just wanna be with her."

“Aware, and either way. I can’t be jealous anymore.” He told her and took a sip from his water.

"Part of me wishes I never told you what Jared and I are doing. By the time I'm done with treatment he and I will probably be over and I'll have lost my chance with you."

“I’m glad you told me. I had a feeling something was going on other than you focusing on your treatment. I didn’t like how i was feeling and couldn’t shut out the weird vibes.”

"I was trying to be with both of you for a second and it wasnt working. I wanted to figure out stuff with him but i also wanted us to still be us."

He stayed quiet for a second, putting the cap back on the bottle. “Is he aware that you still want to marry me?”

"We don't talk about you," she told him. "I spent a lot of time talking about Ian when we were married so I didn't want to repeat that and talk about you."

He nodded as she talked, “so you’re keeping secrets from him? About how you’re feeling about us?”

"Jared and I are taking things one day at a time...focusing on other stuff. We agreed if we couldnt do this for whatever reason we'll walk away. He knows if my feelings for you become too big an issue ill walk away."

"They weren't a big issue, doubt they would be." He muttered under her breath. "Just trying to save you some heartbreak when  and if it comes out later and you're closer to him."  He shrugged. Hearing his phone ding, he grabbed it from his pocket, and replied to the text message he had.

"They are an issue though," she said honestly. "I dont talk to jared about them because i know they will cause a blowout and im not ready for that."

"Right, sure they are." He said. Hearing Delia start getting fussy again, he got up and dug in the diaper bag, grabbing her pacifier, he handed it to Lucy. "They might be an issue, but your feelings for me isn't stronger than your feelings for him. So there shouldn't be an issue with them."

She took a deep breath because she didn't want her voice to raise and have him think she was trying to fight. "You dont know how i feel, dont assume you know anything."

“You kinda show it, at least to me. He'll always be your first choice. You can't ever tell him no. Just sounds like their stronger." He shrugged his shoulders, his hand going to the back of his neck. "Not trying to assume... but you also assume how I feel a lot of the time too. Especially over the past few months." He reminded her.

"Im trying to figure out why. When everything about you screams my future but I still want him, at least a part of me does. I cant figure out if its real or an idea that i created in my head. I just need to know." She nodded, "Youre right. I do assume a lot, especially when it comes to your feelings for Alexa but i think its because of my feelings for Jared. I assume we cant commit to each other properly because of them. If it's not because of Alexa then it's because of me and I'm not ready to hear that yet."

"you went from talking about us. Us getting married to pushing talking to us to the side. He came back around. And whenever I tried to start talking about us and us getting back together you would just reply with 'if it's meant to be...' bullshit. So maybe it's real for you." He shrugged his shoulders. His arms crossed over his chest. "It's not because of Alexa. And it's not because of you. If we can't commit to each other properly it's because of me. Me not wanting to get married yet isn't because of Alexa. It's because I'm not ready for that step. With you or anyone."

"Because it hurt to much to keep talking about something that's probably never gonna actually happen. Maybe its my trust issues or maybe it's because you say stuff like you're not ready but i feel like youre never gonna be ready." Delia spit the pacifier out and lucy brought the babies face closer to her own and started kissing and nuzzling her. "Dont eat my nose silly," lucy smile at her daughters laugh. "I have demons im still working on and i know its selfish of me to think this way but i just always assumed youd be there when i was done with it all. Hearing you say you were done for good broke me a little."

“I might not be ready for a while. But I always willing to work to get there and for us to spend our life together.” It was definitely the commitment of marriage that got to him in the moment, but he never second guessed spending his life with Lucy. “It wasn’t an easy decision…. Guess I’m just done feeling second best.”

She nodded and tried not to start crying because she didn't want to upset the baby. She wanted to tell carlos she always planned on going back to him, but now there wasnt a point because he was done and now she had to make things work with jared or learn how to be alone. "Im sorry," she choked out.

“Its fine. Nothing to be sorry about. You picked Jared. And now I have to learn to deal with it.”

"So do I," she said to herself. That's what she was struggling with. When she was with Jared during their set days during the week she was happy but duing the night when she couldn't sleep she wished Carlos was there to hold her. "Future me is gonna pick you."

“Why do you think future you is going to pick me?”

"Because youre always gonna be the better choice for me. Im always gonna want you just a little bit more. I wish I had been able to turn him down."

"Yeah, I wish you were able to turn him down too. We were good together when things were going smooth and we didn't let other people get between us."

She agreed. They were good and they made the most perfect baby and Lucy did miss that family. Delia started to fuss again and Lucy made a face and started playfully saying to the baby, "P U, you stink. Should we ask daddy to change you?"

"Don't have to ask me, I can do it." He was always good with being a hands on dad, not complaining when it came to diaper changes. He grabbed the bag and grabbed the diaper and wipes from it. And then shifted to grab the baby from Lucy, kissing her cheek as he laid her down. He quickly changed her diaper and buttoned up her onsie again before giving her back to Lucy. Getting up and tossing the diaper away. Finding a bathroom to wash his hands in before he went back into Lucy's room.

Lucy knew she should be more hands on when she had Delia since it was rare she had her but she didnt want to change poop. She took the baby back and nuzzled her face while Carlos was washing his hands. She looked up at him sadly when he came back in the room.

His eyes met with hers, noticing the sad expression that crossed over her face. "What's wrong?" He asked, moving to sit back down.

She took a deep breath, "it's just harder being around you than I thought it'd be."

He nodded in agreement. "It is. Something we can both agree on." He cleared his throat, his gaze going towards the baby. "I knew it would be hard. It's why I was avoiding on coming down and talking to you in general."

"I'm glad you did come though," her eyes following his to the baby but there was nothing wrong with her so she looked back up at him. "I really wanna kiss you."

He nodded, still being on the fence of coming and if it was a good idea or not. He ran his fingers through his hair, as he leaned back against the wall. "Well, you can't. It'd be cheating." Not like he would really be against it but he knew it was a bad idea. "Kissing would just make everything more complicated for you." He said, letting his gaze go back over to the smaller brunette.

"Didnt think you'd care if I cheated on him, especially if it's with you." If carlos loved her like he claimed then why wasnt he at least making an attempt to steal her from Jared?

“I mean… normally I wouldn’t.” He shrugged. “All I’ve ever cared about was your happiness. And If you end up cheating on him with me. And you tell him about it. He’ll probably end up start making you feel like shit again.”

"And what if I'm saying that it'll make me happy to kiss you?"

He sighed. “Why do have to make everything so complicated?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Im not trying to. I'm sorry. You can go back out there if you want. Ill bring her out in a little bit." She didnt want to make him uncomfortable or make it worse for him.

He shook his head. “I don’t want to.” He told her honestly. He kissed her, being around her was hard but he didn’t want to leave yet.

If Lucy wasnt holding the baby she would have wrapped her arms around him when he kissed her. She smiled and opened her mouth to deepen the kiss.

His hand moved to the back of her neck as she deepened the kiss. He pulled back after a few seconds, his forehead resting against hers.

Lucy's heart was beating faster and she hated when he ended it. "I love you," Delia made a noise and Lucy smiled, "I love you too, Squish."

“I love you.” He said softly. He moved his head to look at Delia. “Sorry, did we stop paying attention to you.” He cooed to the infant, Delia smiling up at her dad.

Lucy looked at their daughter in her arms and smiled wide, "She's happy to see mama and daddy getting along," the woman pointed out. "I know I like it better that way." She leaned over and kissed Carlos' cheek. "It's not fair of me to ask this but if you're able to please just wait for me to figure my shit out before writing me off forever."

He let out a sigh and nodded, "it's not fair. And I'm not promising anything. Even if you figure your shit out, I might not want to rush back into a relationship." It was all too early to even think about anything. He was still hurting from it all and he wasn't looking to sit around and wait for Lucy.

She nodded, "i understand." Things were potentially broken beyond repair and she just had to wait and see what would happen. "If Jared had never come back around we'd be making out right now and I'd be trying to get you to put your hand down my pants." She hated that she couldnt stop thinking about the what ifs and should bes.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Probably making out. But you wouldn't be trying to get me to put my hand down your pants because you would be holding the baby. Would actually have to put her somewhere safe for that to happen."

"Could totally make a crib out of one of the drawers. Just open it and put her in a pile of clothes." She smirked at him.

"But then she would scream because she wants to be held and she's uncomfortable. She's an attention seeker." He shrugged his shoulders. "Or, it happened and I would get banned from being back here. Your doctor seems to like me. I wouldn't want to fuck that up."

"Unless she fell asleep," lucy shifted the baby to her other arm. "Do you like all the attention? You're like your mama." Lucy kissed Delia and leaned into Carlos. "He likes how ambitious I am when I talk about you or a future with you."

"She does like all the attention. Gets mad when you stop paying attention to her. Especially from her brothers." He told her. "Ambitious, huh?"

She paused while she thought about how to word it, "When I'm with you I'm more stable and I focus on my goals."

He nodded in agreement. "I can see it. You've always been different when you were with me." Which always made ending things with her harder. He knew she was different and he helped her more ways than one. But every once in a while he wanted to be selfish and think about himself.

"You're not like all the others. You make me feel good about myself. Most of the time anyway." There were those moments when he was doubting things or wanted to be with Alexa that made her self doubt come back but overall she was happier and healthier with Carlos.

"Well I'm glad that I'm not like the others." He said softly.

"You're always gonna be important to me."

He stayed quiet for a minute, his gaze shifting down to the baby as she started cooing. "Yeah, probably." He shrugged. It was something that was hard to believe, especially with the most recent events.

She was quiet for a moment and then said, "Sometimes i think maybe it's just about sex with him."

His gaze shifted from the baby to Lucy as she spoke. Raising an eyebrow. "Why do you think that?"

"I don't talk to him the way I talk to you. He and I ususally end up talking about something sexual and then when we're together we usually end up just having sex and not doing much of anything else. Not like you and me."

Listened to her as she spoke, nodded as she talked. "I can see how it could just be about sex with him. We have sex a lot, but I always try and make sure to do things with you outside of the bedroom."

She blushed, "Really good sex." She looked at Delia, "Thank god you cant understand me." She kissed the baby again and then placed her stomach to stomach on Carlos. "She's getting heavier."

“Good sex. One thing we’ve always been good at.” He told her. “Yeah, we’ll have to be careful how we talk when she gets older.” He let out a chuckle. He lifted his hand to rub Delia back as she was placed on his stomach. “She’s growing like a weed.”

"Kids are sponges. Belle and Sam repeat everything I say." Lucy put her face near Delia's and pretended to eat her nose which caused the baby to laugh. "Her happiness is so contagious."

"They are. Ocean repeats everything I do or say." He stated. His oldest was definitely his mini me and wanted to be just like Carlos. which tended to make everything a bit more difficult. He smiled at his ex and their daughter. "I hope she's always this always happy."

"How long were you planning on visiting?" She knew he wasn't in town for long but she didn't know how long he planned to be there that day.

"Figured until visiting hours are over with. We're only here today, leave tomorrow afternoon."

"Thank you for taking the time to come here for me."

"Don't have to thank me. I told you I would bring Delia down to see you whenever I could. Never want to take her away from you... even if it seems like I am sometimes." He said softly. Picking Delia up and and blowing raspberries on her cheek, making her giggle.

Lucy laughed when Delia laughed and she sat up so she wasnt lying on Carlos anymore. She turned around so she was facing him and crossed her legs. "Im gonna miss you both when you leave. There's never enough time with you."

"I'm sure you'll find distractions when you miss us." He replied, his gaze shifting from Delia to Lucy. He moved so he was sitting up more, setting Delia on his lap.

"My usual distractions aren't an option anymore though so I don't know," she shrugged.

“I figured Jared and Sam.” He shrugged his shoulders. They seemed fluke the most obvious distractions for her at the moment.

"I can't replace you guys with other people though. Being around Sam and Jared is nice but it's not the same."

"That's true. Delia and I are one of a kind. Aren't  we, mi amor?" He asked, lifting Delia up in the air and bringing her down to kiss her cheeks.

"One of a kind," she repeated. "I love watching you with her. It's so precious." Delia started to reach for Lucy so she took the baby back. "But I love it even more when it's my turn," Lucy said playfully and started blowing raspberries on Delia's tummy.

"I can say the same about you and her. Always enjoyed watching you with her." He said softly. He pulled out his phone as it dinged, and replied to a message on it before slipping it back into his pocket. "Sometimes I miss when it was just the three of us."

Lucy nodded, "I always miss when it was just the three of us. I know we have other kids but something about this little family right here fills me with a lot of joy." And part of her did hate saying that since she had Belle, Sam and Link, but the dynamic between her and Seb, her and Jared and her and Ian were different than her and Carlos. "I'm sorry I ruined it."

"I ruined it first by leaving you for Alexa." He pointed out. A lot of this wouldn't have happened if he didn't originally leave her.

"Technically sleeping with Katy was first..." not that she wanted to list everything that had done wrong but in her mind things were good until he did that and broke them up the first time. "I've never been enough for you."

He rose his eyebrows, his gaze shifted towards her. “I think we both did shit that ruined us.” He told her with a light shrug. “It’s not that you have never been enough for me, you have been. I just had a lot going on. Things I have to work through.”

"Maybe you shouldnt have gotten into a relationship with me when you werent ready for it."

“I think when we first got together, you were more of a rebound, it’s why I cheated. And then I felt bad about it because I’m not that guy. And then the second time we became official, I was ready for a relationship with you.” He explained.

She took a deep breath, "Nobody ends up with their rebound."

“You aren’t a rebound anymore. The first time, yeah. But not after that. You’re more than just a rebound.”

She swallowed down a lump in her throat, "Now I'm your ex and the mother of your daughter."

“And you’re someone who is important to me. And someone that I love.” He said softly, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

Before he completely pulled back she turned her head and kissed his lips again.

He returned the kiss, pulling back after a few seconds. “I love you. You’re more than just a rebound or just an ex.”

If she wasnt with Jared this would have been the moment she asked him if they could get back together, but she was with Jared and she wasnt planning on that ending anytime soon. "This is so hard."

“What’s hard?” He asked. Assuming she was talking about life in general.

"Being around you but not being with you."

He nodded as she spoke. “Yeah. That’s always been hard.” It was why it was hard for him to be his friend. They just had this connection he could never let go.

"Especially with this adorable reminder of how epic our love is." She adjusted Delia, "You're the most beautiful baby in the world, yes you are," she cooed her daughter.

“She’s the best thing we’ve created” he cooed softly, bending down to press a kiss to Delia’s head.

"She's gonna get spoiled with all this attention," Lucy laughed and playfully ate Delia's cheek which caused a fit of a giggles from the baby.

“Most spoiled kid ever. Gonna have to stop giving her all the attention sooner or later.” He paused for a minute. “I’ll have to tel that to ocean… he’s overly obsessed with her.”

"Is he like that with Rio too or is it just Delia?" She liked knowing that Cordelia had big brothers she would see often since it seemed like Link would be a stranger to her.

“He’s like that with rio. He’s just in this helping phase right now and likes helping out with the babies.” He told her. Carlos and Delia stayed untilt he nurse came in and told them visiting hours were over. He gave Lucy one more kiss before he left with their daughter.

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His cumslut

Letting Vinnie do basically whatever he wants tends to benefit me more then most people might think. My best friends are always saying I’m gonna regret letting him go to whatever party or anyone's house. They say he’s a hypocrite because he always has tabs on where I'm at and who I'm with honesty it does get annoying at times but he can't help that he has trust issues. I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to being his girlfriend he has had a bad past with every girlfriend he's had, all of them have cheated and every girl he got with outside of a relationship just uses him. He was very clear on how he feels about unnecessarily revealing clothes “Wear what you want but if I have to kill a guy tonight I'm punishing you when we get home.”

A very common phase he uses but that's the worst of it I don't mind telling him who I'm with or where I am, I never ask him where he is because because I know he won't go looking around anywhere else. I've explained this to them a thousand times “Well tell us why your so confident he won't cheat” I blush slightly and shrug “YOU DO THIS EVERYTIME” I look down “it’s personal” they look at each other and laugh “tell us you prude” I chuckle slightly “promise no Judgement or making fun of me!” they both hold out their pinkeys and nod “wellllll...I let him do whatever he wants-” kay laughs “Yea we know” I look down “i mean anything” I slowly look back up “what he says goes.... Don't wear clothes for the rest of the week.....suddenly I'm busy all week” they look at me dumbfounded “of course there are exceptions but I let him have complete control with the sexual side of the relationship.” I say with a small smile “and he's good at it too” they look at each other and look back at me before busting out in laughter, “no wonder your not worried...your his sex slave” I tilt my head Vinnie had never used that term with me, I grew up with Vinnie me and him went to school together we weren't close till middle school we decided in freshman that we would be best as friends. The second week him and I were in LA we went to a party and ended up hooking up I was a virgin, and I thought it was gonna ruin everything but to my surprise, we just kept getting more and more serious.

After 5 months of living in the sway house, we moved out into our little house, our sex life completely changed when we no longer had people living with us. Vinnie told me his sexual dreams of having me whenever he damn well pleased and having me wear things he likes. Vinnie makes jokes about it but in real life I'm only allowed to call him Vinnie if we're in public inside the house his name is Daddy and that alone. The first time we had a fight in the house I called him by his name and he simply picked me up threw me over the couch, he edged me for hours when he finally let me release the power of it made me faint for a minute scaring the the absolute shit out of Vinnie. ”Honestly your not wrong...he’s never called me that but I guess your kinda right” they are quite for a second so I look at them “what” they look at each other before kay takes a deep breath “are you happy though, Outside of the sex he not controlling or pushy?” I smile “oh he's perfect and so sweet to me honestly I'm more worried of hurting his feelings.” I feel my phone vibrant and then Vinnie’s ring tone I answer quickly wondering why he didn't face time me or text me “hey bab-” I hear him breathing deeply “whats wrong?” I ask with worry “I really need you to head home now baby I’ve had a very long day and I need to release some tension.”

I feel shivers go down my spine and I feel myself already starting to get wet I let out a fake sigh “alright Vinnie if it’s that important I’ll be home in 10 minutes” hoping the girls won’t think it’s about something dirty. Vinnie lets out a chuckle “they are still giving you shit about me?” I laugh “I’ll be home soon I love you” I hung up and give the girls an apologetic face “girls I’m-“ they laugh and stand up “it’s okay Y/n we don’t want him to throw a tantrum because your not naked when you get there” I gasp turning around seeing their playful faces “you guys are ridiculous.” We all laugh as we go separate ways, I get in my car rushing home I want to beat him to the house so I can keep the plan of being naked. The second I step in the house I start stripping and then as I’m about to pull my skirt off I hear a door slam. I gasp and rush upstairs flinging my clothes off just leaving them there. I hear the Door open then slam shut I jump on the bed quickly, I place my head and chest against the bed my ass in the air. I spread my legs as far as possible trying to calm my breathing my heart is basically beating out of my chest as I wait for him patiently.

Vinnie's POV

I pull in to the house and shut off the car taking a deep breath ”Vinnie it's not Y/n’s fault that Justin is a dumbass” I say to myself getting out of the car I slam the door releasing as much anger as possible before going in the house to my beautiful wife to be. I will marry this woman she's everything I've ever wanted or needed but now isn't the time for marriage or at least that's what I keep telling myself walking in to the house and slamming that door too I am already kinda feeling better I'm still fucking pissed but I'm not raging anymore I toss my keys into the bowl and take off my shoes seeing hers just tossed to the side unlike usual. I walking into the living room to see her shirt and bra on the floor I smirk and walk up to the stairs seeing her skirt and her panties along with her socks right outside the closed door. “Hello my love-” I walk in to see her bent over with her ass in the air, her beautiful flower on full display along with her cute little button. The sight takes my breath away I can see her arousal dripping down her legs “well aren't you just the prettiest view.”

I see her wiggle her squishy cheeks making me laugh a little “wanna give Daddy a little dance show princess?” I was kidding but my baby never disappoints she immediately started to shake her butt to an imaginary song I watch with my mouth open a little I truly didn't know she was capable of dancing that way. I watch in awe as she began to make her ass clap (as one does💀) I grunt as I feel my dick become impossibly hard I began to take my clothes off as I pull down my boxers. My cock slaps against my lower stomach making my stomach twist I grab ahold of it watching as large amounts of pre-cum slip out. I swiping my tip letting out a little grunt, I hear her call my name I look up at her to see her look at me from between her legs “can I help?” she asks as she bites her lip. I immediately let go and I feel another large amount of pre-cum drip down my staff again making me blush slightly no one makes me as horny as she does.

Y/n’s POV

I jump up from my spot I roll off the bed dropping to my knees in front of him I take both my hands and intertwine them with his big warm hands. First I lick up the line of pre-cum that's made its way to his balls all the way back to his tip before sinking down till he hit the back of my throat. Vinnie lets out a gasp rocking his hips against my face pushing the rest of his cock down my throat a gag comes out as a result but I continue to bob my head and suck I pull my head off taking a breath or two before opening back up and taking him all the way till my nose is pushed against his naval. The prickly hair tickling my nose I let out a small giggle “Oh fuck what was that” Vinnie moans above me and he grabs the back of my head by my hair in a fist “I'm gonna fuck your throat baby are you ready?” I nod my head best I can with his thick and long cock stuffed in my throat and blocking my airway. He pulls back till his tip is almost out before thrusting back in a popping and gagging sound come from my throat and my eyes rolls to the back of my head. I never thought I would get so much pleasure from giving a man head in my life but something about his taste and the feeling of him stuffing my throat that I just can't get enough of. Once I spent a whole day just sucking his dick he came in my mouth and down my throat too many times to count I had a little stomach bulge after and it kinda looked like a food baby. I remember Vinnie asked if that meant I was technically carrying his children now I smile slightly at the memory but I'm brought back to reality when I hear him calling my name “oh fuckfuckfuck” he pushes his cock as far down my throat as possible “Shit Y/n fuck baby!” shooting a long, and hot load down my throat I grab his hips gargling my throat around his cock making him jump and try to pull away as he continues to cum down my throat. He succeeded in pulling out and the last little bit of cum landing on my tongue “mmmm Daddy you taste so good” I say licking my lips I use my finger to the the rest off my chin and off his tummy I look in his eyes at I take the finger and put in my mouth moaning at the taste again. “Fuck Princess you enjoy that way to much don't you think?” he laughs as he lays down on the bed “my balls hurt” he laughs I crawl back on top of him kissing his cheeks and finally his lips “you taste so good though Daddy, I just can't get enough of you.” I run my hands threw his hair “give me like 10 minutes and ill make you feel so good baby” he says as he kissed my neck I sit beside him rubbing his god like body (somebody said something about licking his biceps in the comments as I kinda like that idea so enjoy)

I run my hands over his shoulders and down his arms admiring his gorgeous skin I feel the need to worship him show him just how much of a slave for him I am he doesn't need to tell me I'm his slave, I already know I am and I'm gonna show him. “Mmm Daddy let me worship you” I whine as I began to kiss his chest and shoulders I run my hands up and down his toned stomach I began to kitten lick his hard muscles sucking little hickeys while I'm at it. “Fuck Princess what did you say” I start to kiss and lick his abs my hands rubbing his hard thighs pulling away I say “when I was at lunch with the girls I finally told them the truth about why I trust you so much they called me your sex slave.” I stop and begin to leave hickeys all over his hips and sex lines his hard cock brushing my cheeks and chin “I thought about it and I agree and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way” I lean down kissing his lips “oh princess I'm gonna make you more then just my sex slave” I sinister smile runs across his face and gleam appears in his eyes “I'm gonna make you my cumslut and your gonna beg for my cum....well everywhere if I have it my way.” he says looking in my eyes I feel a blush run on my cheeks and an excited shiver run down my back “you know you'll have it your way Daddy that my job right?” I say with a cute smile tilting my head trying to look innocent Vinnie let's put a dark chuckle “I can't wait to ruin you and really turn you into my cumslut” he pulls me down before flipping us over so he's on top “you won't be able to think about anything else except the way it feels for me to cum in your beautiful body” that sentence sent a violent shiver down my spine, I just got on birth control a little over 2 weeks ago but we haven't had raw sex quite yet mostly because we wanted to be sure the birth control is in full effect before taking the chance. (let's pretend you can't get pregnant on birth control at all lmao) I guess now is better than never “please Daddy make me your cum slut” I whine hooking my leg around his hip running my hands threw his hair.

Vinnie’s POV

My poor little bunny had no idea what she was doing to me as far as she's concerned these are just words flying out of her mouth but to me they are her words of true love and true trust. She trusts me enough to control her body and soon her mind, once she falls into the state of a cumslut I know she won't be able to control her body or her mind hopefully she feels relaxed in that state. The last thing I would want is for her to have a bad experience with me being the one in charge. I push my head into her neck running my staff between her slick lips a small moan falls from her lips “thank you, baby, I won't disappoint you I promise.” I kiss her lips once more before grabbing ahold of both of her legs pushing my spongy tip into her entrance the feeling completely different from when I have a condom on I let out a low gasp. Goosebumps pop up on my skin and a shiver runs down my spine as I pull out a light popping noise is made “UGH FUCK YOUR SO TIGHT” I let out a loud moan throwing my head back. I look back down seeing my sweet girl looking back up at me with wide innocent eyes and her mouth slightly open her hands hold tight onto my shoulders without even thinking I push inside of her both of us moaning as her wet walls fluttering around my dick about sending me into orbit I quickly bottom out letting out a grunt using my free hand to move her hair out of her face “F-fuck Daddy please I want you to use me” I began to jackhammer into her feeling her wall pulse around me her loud moans filling my ears as I pick up her legs pushing them into her shoulders feeling myself go further inside of her “Da-DADDY” I chuckle “what baby is there something you want” she whines and grinds her hips into me making me go even further if that's possible. “Daddy please cum inside of me I wanna feel it” Her little body was shivering, I feel my balls tighten so I began to rapidly pound inside of her “OH YESSS IM CUMMMING” she yells out thrusting her hips up. I grunt pushing as far into her as I can releasing deep inside of her, I look down to see her tense and shivering “you ok bunny,” I ask slightly worried “i-so um I-please” I look at her slightly confused “what baby?” I say with a little laugh I see her open her eyes a little before spreading her legs again “more please.” she whines out I drop my mouth open at my cute little whiney mess “oh princess you have no clue what you just did”

I have other things coming but should I make a part 2 to this

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[toxophilitis]

Hot Daughter Peeps  cont

CHAPTER NINE

Tracy's horny little plan worked like a charm. The secret was in the timing. She had already schooled Al in his part of the plan, and the next day all she had to do was wait for her mother to get in the right mood.

There was no school, so Tracy stayed home with her mother and watched her turn into an irritated, cranky, grouchy lady as the hours wore on. Carol had been getting fucked a lot lately and now, suddenly, she wasn't getting any.

"Tracy? Don't you want to go out and play?" Carol finally asked. "You can watch TV tonight."

"No, Mom," Tracy said, eyes peeled to the game show. "I don't feel like going out."

She smiled to herself, knowing that Carol was dying to get to her magazines and vibrator. Tracy's presence prevented that, and the little nymph loved it. Her mom was horny and that's what Tracy wanted. The hornier Carol was, the better.

By four o'clock, Carol was a nervous wreck.

She paced the floors. She ate beyond her diet.

She drank too much coffee. And sweet little Tracy looked like she was oblivious to her mother's condition.

Over dinner, Tracy said, "Can we have that woman-to-woman talk now?"

"No, darling," Carol said. "I'm not in the mood."

"But you said you were going to tell me why I should stay away from Mr. Benson."

"I already did. Now don't nag."

"You used to like him," Tracy said. "What happened to change your mind? Please tell me."

Carol looked into her daughter's innocent blue eyes and couldn't bring herself to tell her the horrible truth.

"I'm sorry I brought it up. It's not something I should talk to you about now. Maybe when later."

"Oh, mother! I'm not a child!"

Carol covered Tracy's hand with hers. "I don't want to hurt you," she said.

"It'll do you good to talk about it," Tracy said. "That's what you always tell me. Why don't you let me be your friend and not just your daughter?"

Carol studied her daughter's face for a moment. Tracy's sincerity melted her resolve to keep the secret. Suddenly, a tear came to her eye, and the next thing Tracy knew, she was pouring her heart out. Her story was the same as Al Benson's -- Mr. Arnold and Mrs. Benson ran off together to God knows where, and there was never a divorce.

"Oh, Tracy," Carol finished. "I didn't ever want to tell you."

"I'm not hurt," Tracy said, with drier eyes than her mother s.

"You're not?"

"Of course not. Gee, Mom, where have you been? You read the papers. You watch TV. This is the age for divorces and new relationships. I think it's super!"

"You do?"

"Sure! I know about you and Phil."

"What?" Carol gasped. Tracy was tempted to tell her she had seen them naked in bed, fucking their brains out, but she decided against it.

"Well, I know you weren't just holding hands. I mean, you're both adults."

Carol looked nonplussed. "What's this world coming to? My daughter is freer than I am!"

"You can be free, too, Mom. Just let yourself go. And stop thinking I'm a little girl who doesn't know anything and has to be protected."

"I don't know," Carol murmured. "That's an awful big step for a mother to take."

They chatted some more while they did the dishes together. Tracy steered the conversation back to Mr. Benson.

"Is that why you're mad at Mr. Benson? Because his wife took dad away from you?"

"Yes!"

"But that wasn't his fault," Tracy said, putting a dish away. "Why blame him?"

Carol turned and peered at her daughter quizzically. "How did you get so smart? You're right. I never stopped to think that way. He didn't have anything to do with it."

"Right," Tracy said with a little laugh. "And he suffers, too. I mean, if he has to watch dirty movies, he must be in terrible pain."

"We won't talk about that, young lady," Carol said firmly.

That was okay with Tracy. The ice was broken. The seed was planted. Now it was time for the final stage of her plan.

"Mom, can I go to the movies?" she asked. "You're exasperating, Tracy. You sit home all day watching TV, then when a good movie's coming on, you want to go out. Well, go ahead, but be home by midnight."

Tracy was home ten minutes after she left the house. She slipped in by the kitchen door and hid herself in the hall closet. From there, she watched her mother on the sofa. Then she saw Carol turn the TV off and go to her room.

Tracy stole out of the closet and tip-toed into the living room. She got down on all fours and crawled over to the sofa. Rising up, she peeked over the back of the sofa and saw just what she thought she'd see. Carol had the shoebox on her bed and she was getting undressed.

Tracy watched with bated breath as her pretty mother made herself beautifully naked. Her pubic hair was a big black bush. Tracy saw her sit on the bed and apply the vibrator to her pussy.

Satisfied, Tracy back-tracked and snuck out the kitchen door. She dashed over to Al Benson's house and rapped an his door.

When she opened it, she laughed excitedly and said, "Now!"

She was back in the hall closet when the front doorbell rang. She peeked and saw her mother come out of the bedroom in her bathrobe, a terry-cloth thing that was really too small for her, especially across her huge tits.

"Al!" she said, a little startled by his appearance.

Al was wearing nothing but an old pair of cut-offs. "Can I come in, Carol? I saw Tracy go out, and saw your light on."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all. I'd just like to talk to you -- if you don't mind."

"Well, I was going to bed early..."

"I could come back tomorrow."

"No, that's all right. Come in."

Tracy smiled with relief. She cracked the door a little wider and watched Al and her mother move to the sofa. Her ears perked up.

"There's something I've been wanting to say for a long time," Al began in a kind of voice that thrilled Tracy. "I understand how you would hold it against me for what happened, but I'd really like to be your friend again."

"I was thinking about that today," Carol said.

"Do you think we could be friends?"

His eyes roamed over her half-naked tits and thighs. Her eyes ran over his hairy chest and chunky crotch. They looked as tense as two teenagers about to neck. Tracy stifled a giggle.

Suddenly Al's mouth was on Carol's and their arms went around each other in a passionate embrace. Tracy's hand flew to her tits and she rubbed them hard as they kissed. This was super exciting for Tracy.

She was wearing an old blue mini-dress, and her tits felt great in it. Her nipples stood out and made little bumps of their own as she played with them. She gave a little moan as her tits were aroused by her fingers end by what she was looking at.

Al had Carol's robe wide open. "You're beautiful," he said hotly, feeling one of her big tits. "I always thought you were, you know."

"No," Carol whispered. "I didn't know."

"Remember the last picnic? You were wearing a green halter and matching shorts. You drove me crazy that day. Every time you moved, I wanted to attack you."

Tracy put a hand over her mouth to silence herself. She knew that Al didn't remember a damned thing about that day, much less what Carol Arnold was wearing. Tracy had supplied him with all the details, knowing that her mother would find it romantic. It worked.

"I didn't think you even noticed me," Carol breathed, letting him explore her tits freely.

"I guess I'm not as bold as your husband," Al said, slipping one hand down to her bushy twat. "He saw what he liked, and took it."

Carol tittered like a teen. "It looks like you're taking what you like."

He sure was! Tracy thought hotly, eyes wide on the horny scene. Al pressed Carol back against the sofa and wedged his hand between her thighs, and his big finger disappeared into her muff. Tracy gawked and rubbed her pussy hotly.

Al's mouth captured Carol's and they took turns sucking tongues. Carol's hand slipped over onto Al's lap and Tracy saw her deft fingers get his cut-off's open and his big stiff dick out. Al finger-fucked Carol's cunt and she jerked his prick.

"Take me to bed," Carol suddenly breathed hotly.

Tracy watched as they made their way around the sofa and into the bedroom. Then she took her little dress off and crept naked in all fours to the sofa. She peeked over it and saw her mother push the vibrator and magazines aside and lay down flat on her back, legs wide open.

"Give it to me," she heard her mother rasp. Tracy crouched, knees shaking as she watched Al drop his cut-offs and climb onto the bed between Carol's outstretched legs. She licked her lips as Al slid his massive cock into Carol's juicy cunt and she finger-fucked her own juicy cunt as Al fucked her mother.

From her new vantage point, Tracy could see all of her mother's hot pussy and could easily see Al's rigid prick drill into her hot, writhing body. It was doubly exciting for her because her mother was getting fucked by the nicest man she'd ever met.

Her excitement mounted by the minute and, as Al's big cock slaughtered Carol's grinding cunt, she squeezed her ills hard and finger-fucked her pussy hornily. Her cute little ass quivered and her legs trembled as she came on her drilling finger.

After a short one, she crept on all fours around the sofa and into her mother's bedroom. She crawled around the bed to the side and Al fucking away lustfully.

"Jesus!" he groaned.

"Wh-what's the matter?" Carol gasped hotly.

"Nothing, nothing," Al groaned into her ear. "Your pussy's so tight."

Tracy stifled a giggle and reached one hand up onto the bed. It felt around, found her mother's vibrator, and pulled it down with her. Smiling triumphantly, she rolled under her mother's bed and fucked herself with the vibrator while the bed overhead jounced and jiggled violently.

She didn't dare turn it on, but she had lots of fun with it anyway. As Al fucked Carol's cunt more and more overhead, Tracy drilled the thick dildo in and out of her squirmy, squishy pussy-hole. It felt great!

"I'm cumming!" Carol screeched.

"Good," Al grunted hornily. "I want you to."

"But what about you?" Carol gasped.

"Don't worry about me. I like fucking your pussy. And I want you to enjoy it."

"Ohhhh, I doooo," Carol whined, churning her ass faster on the bed. "I-I -- oh! Al! It's -- cummmiiinnnggg!"

The bed rocked crazily then as she came wetly and vibrantly. Al fucked all of his stony cock into her pussy and his hot nuts slapped her asscheeks wetly as she came all over him. She had a gushy cunt.

Tracy listened to the sexy sounds of her mother and worked the vibrator faster in and out of her twisty cunt-hole. She got it deep inside her belly and churned hornily on it, fucking herself deep to get tremendous feeling up her cunt. She came like crazy on it.

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh," Carol moaned, shuddering with ecstasy. "That was good! Why don't you cum now?"

"Not yet," Al said thickly, one of his fingers diddling her squirmy asshole.

"Al! What are you doing?"

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Carol?"

"Goodness, no!"

"I want to fuck it," Al groaned.

Carol shook all over, but said nothing to the horny idea. Her husband had never thought of doing such a thing. Maybe because she had come off as such a saint about sex. But then, Phil hadn't fucked her in the ass either.

Tracy switched the vibrator from her wet cunt to her tight little asshole when she heard the bed squeak as her mother changed positions. She heard Al direct her to get her knees farther apart.

Tracy spread her pretty legs real wide and, recalling Al's big cock up her own ass, she inched the soaked vibrator into her hot ass. Then, as Al fucked her mother in the ass with his monstrous cock, she fucked her own asshole with the thick vibrator. She had all she could do to keep from crying out the way her mother did.

"Al! Al!" Carol cried. "Oh, my God! So that's what it feels like! Ohhhhh, I didn't know your prick was so huge! Jean was crazy to leave you! Ohhhh, fuck me, Al, fuck meeee!"

"Hang onto your pillow," Al said hotly. "I'm going to give you something special, something you've never had before."

With that promise, he pulled his soaked cock out of her clenching asshole and drilled it into her cunt. Then he pulled it out of her cunt and drilled it into her asshole. Back and forth, again and again, he serviced both her fuck-hole, faster and faster. Carol's fuck-holes both got drenched with her cum and they took his prick willingly, hotly, eagerly.

Al gritted his teeth with intense pleasure and fucked the hell out of her body. Even when he shot his load, he fucked it into both orifices, delighting the hell out of Carol. Never in her life had she had such a marvelous, fucking experience.

"Ohhhh, ahhhh," she wailed, cunning wildly, "where have you been all my life? Ohhhh, I've been married to the wrong man! Ummmmm, I'm cumming so much!"

Under the bed, Tracy got on all fours and, with her hot hands between her legs, fucked all of the vibrator into her tight, squirming asshole. Then, as if she knew what Al had done, she fucked the plastic sex toy into both her holes, one at a time, until she came again, shivering from head to toe as her young pussy creamed.

[supernovanim]

Mutual Abduction Part 2

I was so going to finish this fic in one go, but my friend’s cat got terminally ill today and I have to work out how to comfort her without going round and giving her a hug as that’s not allowed. England is in another lockdown, hope you’re all doing ok out there. I promise to post part 3 later this week, and I promise it will contain proper smut. This part is mainly just weird flirting (and before you ask, yes this is one of my moves and yes it does normally work). You can read Part 1 here and I’ve created a masterlist now too. If you want me to tag you in Part 3 ask in the comments.

Summary: following your abduction by aliens, you’re now trapped in a room with Dylan O’Brien and have to entertain yourselves Pairing: Female Reader x Dylan O’Brien Warnings: So much swearing, imprisonment (non-violent), references to smut Word count: 1,431 Taglist: @hernameisnoellex3​ @beautiful-thinking​

Dylan looked around the room slowly, then back at you. You took a deep breath, not really sure how to handle this.

“Am I dreaming?” he said, running a hand through his scruffy hair distractedly. “One minute I’m on my bed at home, the next minute I’m here. I’m definitely dreaming, right? It’s the only thing that makes any sense”

“Well if it helps, you can pretend you’re dreaming” you replied carefully, not wanting to freak him out more. “But I’m pretty certain it’s real, and we’ve been abducted by aliens. Don’t panic. Seriously – I did that when I first arrived, and it definitely didn’t help”

“Aliens?! No no no – sticking to the dreaming theory. It seems like one of my dreams – weird situation, attractive woman. Although if it was one of my dreams, you’d be wearing less clothes” he looked at you contemplatively, as if he expected you to start removing them.

You let out an amused half snort. “Huh. Yeah…about that” you started and then paused, not really sure how to explain. “Fuck I can’t do this. Hey KITT?”

Yes human female Y/N

At the voice Dylan started and looked around again. “Don’t worry” you told him gently “It seems to be some kind of AI, so far it’s been pretty helpful.” You placed a hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him and then turned your head towards the red light on the wall. “Can you explain to Dylan why we’re here?”

Certainly We are studying human mating habits You have been selected Once you have mated you will be returned to Earth We mean you no harm

“And before you ask, they said it’s not a human breeding program” you added “Weirdly, I kind of believe them. They’d probably provide protection if we asked”

At that a box of condoms appeared on the small table. You shifted awkwardly and gave him a small smile. “See” you said, “they’ve given me everything I’ve asked for, even if their timing is a little unfortunate”. You side-eyed the red light - in terms of seduction techniques, magically appearing contraception wasn’t the best.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked at you. “Right, let me get this straight. I’ve been kidnapped by aliens, and they want me to have sex with you before we can go home?”

“Pretty much sums it up” you stated. “Although I’m not sure if they’ve got any requirements beyond the sex part – it’s their study not mine. Hey Holly?”

Yes human female Y/N

“What exactly do you need us to do here? Mating habits is a little vague – is it just the sex?” you questioned, secretly hoping it wasn’t. Dylan had featured heavily in your recent fantasies; you couldn’t help wanting to play some of them out.

We are studying all aspects of mating We would like to learn about a lot of aspects we have only gathered from literature These include…

There was a pause, as if the computer was accessing some kind of databank

Flirting Pick ups French Kissing Hickeys Hand Jobs Blow Jobs Eating Out Spanking Choking Nipp-

“Ok, ok!” you yelled, feeling your face heat up “That’s…um…plenty to be…getting on with. Do we…er…have to do all of that before you send us home?”

No We will terminate the experiment when both subjects are satisfied

“Right, that’s pretty clear then.”

You looked at Dylan, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. He however appeared more relaxed than before, a twinkle playing in his amber eyes.

“This is so a dream. Fancy giving me a hand job while I finger you?” he smirked

Now your face was definitely hot. You swallowed hard and found yourself unable to drag your eyes from his.

“Let’s just…ease into this” you mumbled, and his smile widened “Down boy – I mean let’s try the flirting thing first.”

You grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch, which was large and black and made of very squishy looking leather. As you sat down, he kept hold of your fingers and ran one of his against your palm, sending a shiver of anticipation up your arm. Resisting the urge to skip the talking and clamber straight into his lap, you settled next to him with your legs tucked underneath you.

He spoke first “I’m not that great with flirting really. Always just met people at work, or through friends. Never been able to just walk up to someone in a bar or club.”

“Well hotshot actors probably don’t need to use pick-up lines.” you said teasingly “You can just wait for people to come to you. It’s a bit more difficult for us mere mortals. C’mon though – you must have some moves – hit me with your best”

“No, no really – zero moves. I’m moveless. How about you – what’s your most fool proof method?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“You’ll laugh”

“Doubtful. Go on, hit me up” he smirked

“Right, you asked for it” you told him “hey JARVIS?”

Yes human female Y/N

“Can you set Mario Kart up on this thing and give us two controllers?” you gestured towards what looked like a flatscreen tv set into the wall opposite the sofa

Searching data banks Sending information to interplanetary graphic device screen Certainly human female Y/N

And two controllers appeared on the sofa next to you as the familiar intro came up on the screen.

“Mario Kart” Dylan’s eyes widened disbelievingly “your big move is…Mario Kart”

“Nope. My big move is beating you at Mario Kart. Knock their egos down to size, then build them back up again. Works every time. 100% success rate” you laughed at him, tossing one of the controllers in his direction.

Dylan looked thoughtful “are you sure it doesn’t work because by this point they’ve already come home with you? Kind of a foregone conclusion.”

“No it works earlier than that - ‘do you play Mario Kart?’ is an awesome opening line” you smiled “fool proof”

“And what if they say no?”

“Well...” you lowered your voice and bit your bottom lip suggestively, looking at him through lowered lashes “would you like to learn? Maybe I could…teach you a thing or two. Back at my place”

Dylan looked at your lips and swallowed “huh. Oh...ok I see what you mean. That’s kinda hot.” He seemed to be breathing more heavily. “Not sure about the beating me bit though, prepare to have your ass kicked”

“No way hotshot. Choose your character. I’m always Toad. You seem more like a Peach type” you teased, already mashing buttons

He looked at you disbelievingly “Oh it’s on. I was going to let you win because you’re sexy, but now you’re going down”

“No, you’re going down. And when you’re beaten, you can go down on me” you promised. Dylan nearly dropped his controller in surprise. Ha - this was going to be easy, you thought to yourself.

It was fun, and in the end he was pretty easy to beat. You let him win a couple of races until he let his guard down, and then deployed your sneak attacks. Sneak attacks included nudging your leg with his, smoothing a hand down his denim-clad thigh, leaning forward until the curve of your tits jutted up, and some really suggestive smack talk. By the end you could tell he was frustrated, breathless and -  you glanced down at his lap – already half hard.

“So…” you pondered, turning towards him on the couch as on the screen Toad jumped up and down on the podium “That was my move. Did it work?”

He smiled slowly at you, his eyes full of lust and something else you couldn’t place “That was incredible, but…” he hesitated, and your heart sank “this isn’t a dream is it? It’s too real, and in a dream you wouldn’t have beaten me”

“Look, don’t overthink it” you reassured him. “I say just relax, go along with it, worry about the wider meaning later. Live in the moment”

“Hmm” he was still hesitating

“What would help you here?” you asked “I’m sure Skynet can get us some accessories. Handcuffs, lube, blindfold…”

At your words the items started appearing on the small table across the room. You giggled and continued on.

“Cock rings, vibrators, dildo, sex swing” enough stuff was piling up that some of it fell to the floor with a crash “love eggs, butt plugs, paddles, tick..”

“Argh! Shut the fuck up” Dylan interrupted forcefully, and at your answering smirk he reached out and fisted a hand in the material of your top, pulling you hard towards him and silencing you with a desperate kiss.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfic #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien smut

[let-the-dream-begin]

A Place to Belong Chapter 37: Secure

Chapter 36

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In the months that followed, the situation between Claire and Fergus remained precarious, moving slowly toward something less fragile. He began kissing her on the cheek again after about a month and a half, when leaving the breakfast table before setting off to do his work, or while saying goodnight at the hearth in the parlor, or after telling her where he was running off to instead of just disappearing. Each and every peck left Claire warmed from head to toe, feeling more grateful than she ever had. In the beginning, she told herself that he’d stop eventually, that they were just lasting effects of their reconnecting, and he’d stop coddling her. But he didn’t.

In the end, Claire was glad they’d blown up on one another. It was painful and difficult, but they were all the closer now for it. They’d been able to bare their souls to one another in ways that they’d both been hiding, protecting each other from for years. And now that those things were out in the open, they no longer had to dance around one another; they could just be.

Fergus seemed hell-bent on reminding Claire that he loved her, without saying it of course. Hence the kisses, the reminders of his whereabouts, the little ways he helped around the house and the barn where she did her healing. He was not reverting to the little boy he’d been before, devoid of his own life; rather he was creating a healthy balance of devotion to his family and the establishment of his own life as a young man.

Brianna was none the wiser to anything that had happened; Fergus had never behaved any differently toward her, or any of the children for that matter. He was still their beloved big brother or cousin, the big boy that played the monster in all their games when they needed it. He still swept them off their feet and dangled them upside-down or over his shoulders like sacks of grain, still made them shriek and howl their heads off with laughter. He still called Maggie ‘Little Faery,’ still called his sister ‘Little Rabbit, Petit Lapin,” still ruffled wee Jamie’s and Michael’s hair and carried Janet on his shoulders when she asked.

Claire had approached Fergus one day about perhaps sending him to university in France as Jamie had done, or even Edinburgh if he didn’t want to leave Scotland. But Fergus would not hear any of it.

“Don’t you remember? I belong with you,” he’d said simply. “And petit. I will not leave. Besides, I am a farmer now; what do I need with book learning?”

“Do you want to be a farmer forever, Fergus?” Claire had asked gently. “University can open so many doors for you. Or even just learning a trade. You don’t have to be stuck here. You’re a young man, I understand that.”

“I am not stuck here, Maman,” he said. “I belong here. That is different.”

Claire would never say it, in case he changed his mind, but she was relieved to her core that he did not want to leave. She wanted more for him, of course; she wanted the world for him. But only if he wanted it. And if he was content to work the fields until he found a wife to settle with, then Claire was more than happy to allow it. Not to mention Brianna would be heartbroken if her brother left her.

Brianna was growing, too; it seemed every day she gained an inch in height. She and Kitty had reached full hellion form by the time Brianna was seven and Kitty was nine. If Brianna was Kitty’s shadow before, they were one being now, morphed together, sharing footsteps rather than one following in the other’s. Terrorizing the goats and chickens seemed to be their favorite activity, though it was likely a tie between that and visiting the horses in the stable. They knew better than to rile up creatures that could trample them, thank Heaven. They were shockingly gentle with the beasts, and Brianna loved them.

She’d taken to drawing them lately, the horses. Maggie started sketching at a young age, preferring this quiet activity to the rowdy games the other children played, and by ten years old she’d developed quite a beautiful talent. Brianna took notice and started trying her hand, and, if Claire did say so herself, she was really quite talented. The horses were eerily lifelike for a sketch done by a seven year old. Kitty could not be bothered with such things; while Maggie and Brianna drew or painted side by side, Kitty was busy outside teaching the twins how to get up to all sorts of mischief.

Claire was grateful for this new side of her daughter. Not that she didn’t love her as she was before; of course she did. She could remain wild and untamable for the rest of her life and Claire would be proud as ever. But there was something beautiful about watching her focus on her page, the way she held her charcoal, the way she glanced back and forth between Maggie’s work and her own to see how it held up. Claire never would have guessed that Brianna possessed the patience in her to sit still or to have the attention to detail needed for such a task. It was almost like she was growing up in this way, maturing and blooming in something that nobody had seen coming.

It was beautiful.

Claire loved to sit in the parlor while Jenny instructed Maggie and Brianna, listening to their questions, to their grunts of frustration. Much more in character for Brianna than the patience she’d been exhibiting, she was known to tear at her pages if she was unhappy and throw the pieces in the fire, then stamp away and leave Claire to trail after her.

“I’ll never be as good as Maggie! Or Auntie!”

“Maggie is older than you, lovie. And so is Auntie, much older. That isn’t fair to yourself at all.”

Brianna would then kick the dirt or throw a rock into the stream with a grunt of frustration, then refuse to continue the conversation. Claire waited for this to be the last time, waited for Brianna to give it up every time she had a little tantrum, but she never did. And Claire was more proud than she could ever say.

Now, when Claire looked at the portraits Jenny had done of the children, she could hear her calm and lilting voice instructing the girls on proportions and shading. She kept a miniature that Jenny had done of Brianna as a baby on the mantel in her bedroom. Jenny had done miniatures of all of the children as babies. All except Caitlin, of course. Jenny kept the blanket she’d been swaddled in on the mantle in the Laird’s room, folded neatly in the space between Michael’s portrait and Ian’s portrait.

Claire liked to take the portrait down and sit with Brianna in her lap and tell her all about what she was like as a baby.

“And these squishy cheeks that used to be so easy to pinch and kiss,” Claire would say, pointing to them. “Turned into these.” She’d pinch Brianna’s cheeks and kiss them incessantly until she was squirming away and begging her to stop.

“Apparently they’re still easy to pinch and kiss, Mummy.”

“Listen to her! Apparently she says! This little thing would never give her mother such attitude.”

“This little thing couldn’t talk, Mummy.”

“Not right away. You were eight months old here. But do you remember what I said your very first word was?”

“Dog!”

Jehu always picked his head up at that.

“That’s right. And your second?”

“No!”

“That’s right, stubborn little thing.” Claire tickled her neck. “I suppose you were giving me such attitude from the moment you could speak, hm?”

“Oh, Mummy…”

The children would be due for updated portraits soon. The last ones had been done when Jamie still had baby fat on his cheeks. They hung proudly in the hall with the portraits that Claire had seen the very first time she’d come to Lallybroch, and so did hers.

Jenny had insisted on adding Claire’s portrait to the ranks about a year ago, before wee Ian was born.

“It really isn’t necessary, Jenny — ”

“Dinna be daft, sister. Ye were once Lady Broch Tuarach. There ought to be an elegant portrait of ye in the home. Yer bairn’s on the wall. Ye ought to be as well.”

She’d pointed to the foot-long portrait of Brianna at four years old, Jenny having perfectly captured the mischievous, almost devious grin that Brianna was known to sport at any given time.

So Claire had obliged her and posed for the portrait, and despite her initial reluctance, she was extremely proud to see herself hanging there beside her sister, brother, all their children, even portraits of Ellen and Brian and their children in their youth. Claire already knew she belonged, had known for years. But this final stepping stone made it all feel so generational, almost spiritual. She looked back and forth between Jenny’s work and Ellen’s and could hardly tell the difference. It was almost like Ellen was guiding her daughter’s hand in creation, to fully welcome Claire and her child to the wall of family portraits.

Apart from drawing, Maggie was blooming beautifully into a wonderful gardener and assistant healer. She was now regularly assisting Claire in the barn both with herbs and patients. The ten year old had now seen her Auntie lance boils, tend to styes, set dislocated shoulders and broken bones, and put in stitches enough for several of her small lifetimes. She’d even watched Claire deliver four babies now. She handed her tools and watched intently, never once fainting or becoming ill, despite how close she came sometimes.

She was delicate and sensitive, but not fragile. There could not be a Fraser-Murray child with an ounce of fragility in their soul no matter how sweet they were, and Maggie was living proof. Claire and Jenny had had a fair amount of disagreements over just how much Maggie should be seeing, especially after they’d had a patient die for the first time as a pair, a head injury that Claire was powerless to do anything about. Maggie was beyond distraught, and she wouldn’t come out of her room for days.

Claire knocked on the door and let herself in, sitting on the bed beside her.

“I understand if you don’t want to help anymore, Maggie,” she said gently. “It’s not easy to lose a patient. And your mother is right, you’re too young for such pain. I’m struggling with this one, and I’m a grown woman.”

Maggie sniffled and wiped her eyes. “It’ll happen again, aye Auntie?”

Claire sighed. “Unfortunately it will. If I’d have known how bad it was going to get, I would have sent you away. I’m sorry you had to be a part of it.”

She shook her head. “I just...have to get used to it, then.”

Claire blinked at her in shock.

“Jamie says you’ve seen hundreds of men die in war.”

“That’s true. I have.”

“But ye’re a braw healer, Auntie. Ye didna quit when ye got sad about death.”

“That’s right, I didn’t.”

Maggie picked up her head, wiping her cheeks and setting her eyes on her aunt’s, and Claire felt a chill down her spine, almost certain she was looking into the eyes of someone much older than ten.

“Then neither will I, Auntie Claire.”

Since that day, Claire did take better care in terms of what she exposed the girl to, but she took her training much more seriously. Her first death hadn’t scared her away; she was serious about this.

The other girls admired Claire and Maggie and the work they did, but they showed no interest in the healing side of things. Kitty and Brianna enjoyed helping in the garden, but Claire wasn’t convinced it was for any reason other than that it was permission to get themselves filthy in the dirt. They also enjoyed roaming the grounds for herbs and plants to move into the garden, but Claire had a feeling it had more to do with being allowed to romp and roam freely away from Jenny’s watchful eye. They did pay the smallest bit of attention when Claire gave little lessons about each plant they found, Brianna more so than Kitty.

Brianna’s seizures remained a small fear in the back of Claire’s mind, but it was evident by now that they hadn’t affected her cognitively in the slightest. She was bright and energetic as any child her age should be, her shimmering light only dulling when she was overcome with an episode and the following days of recovery.

She was old enough now to be able to tell an adult when she was feeling off, old enough to know her own symptoms. And Jehu was a wonderful help; the mangy little thing was practically a Godsend. He’d roused the entire house with his yapping during more than one nighttime seizure, possibly saving Brianna’s life by doing so. Claire, and more importantly, Brianna herself, felt secure. And it meant all the world.

Claire, Fergus, and Brianna were also keeping with their annual visits to Jamie’s grave. Brianna still slept with Lamb every night, even if it was no longer part of her line up of regular toys she played with, and she brought it to visit her father every year. It was beautiful for Claire to see Brianna really talk to him the older she got, as opposed to the babbling she used to offer when she was younger.

She spoke to Da about her drawings, how she was trying very hard not to compare herself to Maggie.

“Mummy says I’m my own person with my own...ehm...achievements. So I mustn't compare and I must focus on my own progress.”

She spoke to him about her horse, Alastair.

“He’s copper and gentle and just beautiful, Da. Someday, when I’m big, I’m going to ride him all over Lallybroch and feel the wind in my hair.”

She told him all about the mischief she and Kitty got up to, about Mummy’s garden, and about how she was good at helping Auntie Jenny with the baby.

“Sometimes, wee Ian doesna stop crying unless I hold him, Da. Not even Maggie can get him to stop sometimes. And Maggie is the Mother Hen. Auntie Jenny says Maggie has the touch wi’ bairns, but that Ian must have taken a liking to me.”

Claire and Fergus sat back, hand in hand, watching and listening. And despite the tears lingering on her cheeks, Claire felt at peace.

“Hello, love,” Claire said, kneeling before the stone as Fergus and Brianna disappeared from the graveyard hand in hand in reverent silence. “They’ve both grown so much, haven’t they? God, you’d be so proud of them. Fergus is coming into his own so beautifully and Brianna...she’s just remarkable, love. But sometimes…” She sighed heavily, bracing herself on the stone, fisting the rosary. “When she turns and the light catches her red hair, or I see her smile in her sleep...it takes my breath away. Because I see you. Every day, the older she gets, the more her baby face fades away...the more I see it. And it...it equal parts kills me and gives me life.”

“I wish she could meet you. God, that’s the greatest wish I have. I know you can see her, wherever you are, I know you know how wonderful she is. But for her to meet you, to feel what it’s like to be held by you, to hear your voice…” She stopped for a moment, swallowing thickly. “She knows you love her, Jamie. I tell her almost every day. But to really...feel her father’s love. That is the only impossible wish I have.”

She kissed the rosary and put it back in its place, then fingered the lettering on his name, a practiced, ingrained habit by now.

“Tell our baby I miss her,” she whispered. “I love you, Soldier.”

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March 1754

“Mummy! Look at me!” Brianna cried gleefully. “Alastair loves me!”

“I see, darling! You’re doing beautifully!”

“Tres bien, ma petit,” Fergus encouraged.

“Merci, mon frère,” Brianna said, the French rolling expertly off her tongue. Eight years old, and she understood and spoke three languages, she was reading The Faerie Queen, she was drawing sketches, and now she was riding horses. Claire leaned on the fence, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand so she could more clearly see the joy on her little girl’s face. 

Brianna had been harassing Claire about riding horses since she was four years old. Back then it was simple enough to say: “You’re much too young, darling. Wait until you grow up.”

When Kitty was six and Brianna was five, it was: “Why does Kitty get to ride? She’s little, too!” And Claire could easily say: “You’re five, and Kitty is six. You are still too young.”

But then Brianna turned six. The day after they celebrated her birthday, when she’d finished her breakfast, she’d put down her utensils and quite matter-of-factly stated: “I’d like to ride horses now.”

It wasn’t so simple anymore. Claire was still hesitant to let her do anything physically strenuous, unsure how it would affect her seizures. Claire hadn’t had a single clue how to tell her six year old daughter that she couldn’t ride horses but Kitty could because she had seizures and Kitty didn’t. There’d been quite the tantrum when she tried, lots of rotten things said. Jenny had insisted that Claire let her give the girl a spanking, but Claire had very firmly insisted against it.

“It isn’t her fault she’s too young to understand.”

Now she watched her, grinning ear to ear, her wild copper hair shimmering in flecks of gold in the sunlight. And Fergus; he was truly a man now. He'd been the one to teach Brianna everything there was to know about horses, while Claire had sat in the grass behind the fence and observed.

“Faster, Fergus!” Brianna giggled.

“Don’t you dare!” Claire called.

“I know, Maman, I know!” he answered, laughing at her excessive concern.

“You won’t be laughing when you have your own children, Fergus!” Claire retorted, though she couldn't help but smile in spite of herself.

“Remember what I told you, ma petit, you may not go very fast until you are ten,” Fergus said.

“Twelve!” Claire corrected.

“Mummy! Must ye be such a bore?”

Fergus whispered something to Brianna, and she squealed with delight.

“Fergus! Don’t be putting any ideas in her head!”

“Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Maman!” Claire swore she saw him wink up at Brianna, and she heard Brianna giggle.

Claire smiled, but she was never one to let up on the rules she set for Brianna. “Fergus — ”

“Claire!”

She whipped around to see Jenny sprinting toward her. “Claire!”

“Jenny?” Claire called back.

“Come to the front of the house, now!” Jenny cried.

Claire turned fretfully back to the corral, where Fergus had stopped Alastair, his hand still on the bridle. “Keep Brianna back here,” Claire said.

“Yes, Maman.” There was no joking in his tone this time. He clicked his tongue to start the horse again. “Mummy has a patient, that is all.”

Fergus’s voice disappeared as Claire ran to catch up to Jenny. The closer she got, the more clearly she could see that Jenny was distraught. She was red in the face, tears in her eyes.

“What is it?” Claire asked, breathless. “The children? Ian?”

Jenny stammered incoherently and took Claire’s hand, dragging her the rest of the way to the front of the house.

“Jenny, you’re scaring me…” Claire said. “Is somebody hurt?”

Jenny once again did not answer, just kept dragging her behind her.

“Jenny, for God’s sake — ”

And then the world stopped turning.

Brianna’s hair, Brianna’s eyes, standing right in front of her on a six-foot, three-inch man.

It can’t be. It can’t be.

Claire’s breathing became shallow, her vision became narrow. She could see nothing, no shape, no color, no light, but him.

Every night for eight years she envisioned his form. Eight years.

It can’t be.

“Will ye no’ say anything?” Jenny shoved her, but she neither heard nor felt it.

“It’s me, Claire.”

God…God…his voice…It was so real…but it couldn’t be.

“I’ve come home to ye.”

She let out a pathetic, strangled sound, and all at once the feeling was gone from each of her limbs.

She hit the ground with an unceremonious thud.

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GoChi Week 2021: A Fulfilled Life: Part Two

GoChi Week 2021

A Fulfilled Life

Day Two Prompt: Romantic @gochi-week

Goku added another log of wood to the dying fire. The flames grew twice its size from the thick log. Goku hoped that will be enough. It was the last one. He could go out and get more firewood but he promised to stay here and watch Celia. When Goku made a promise, he kept it.

Celia laid nearby on a futon wrapped in a blanket. Her sudden coughing had Goku rushing to her side. “Are you all right? Do you need anything?”

Celia cleared her hoarse throat. “You’re so kind. If I were well, I would cook you a meal. Seeing you eat, always makes me happy. You’re so adorable.”

“Adorable?”

“It means kind; you make people feel good. No one has reacted the way you have to my cooking.” Celia’s sickly smile was tender. “You eat every morsel and you’re always hungry for more. You’re special.”

Goku was used to being called names. Most were of criticism. Very rare he received praised for being himself and he received a lot from Celia. Celia was a kind woman. She fed him yummy meals and mended his clothes. When she fell ill, Goku did all he could to accommodate her. Goku never got sick but saw it happen to Master Roshi, Krillin and Lunch but Celia appeared sicker. Last night she was burning up and this morning she woke with chills and couldn’t move from her futon. If something wasn’t done soon, she’ll die and Goku didn’t want that to happen to a kind woman like Celia.

The cabin door burst open. A man in a bearskin coat, matching hat, knitted scarf and gloves walked in. He had a large sack over his right shoulder and logs of wood under his left arm. He kicked the door shut to keep the cold air out.

“How’s Celia, Goku?”

Goku took the logs of wood from the burly, bearded man. He stacked them by the fireplace. “Still sick. She looks really bad, Silas.”

Silas set down his sack and removed his hat and scarf as he approached Celia. Goku stared at the two confused. Celia was ill but the way Celia and Silas smiled at each other reminded Goku of those weird movies blue-haired Lunch loved to watch. She always cried watching them. Silas touched Celia’s forehead with his gloved hand. “You’re burning up again. Sorry I took so long to get back to you.”

Goku saw Celia wrap her sweaty hands around Silas’s gloved one. Celia didn’t allow any direct touching in fear she will spread her sickness to him and Silas. “You’re here now, Silas.”

“I have the medicine to cure you. I’ll make it now.” Silas grabbed his heavy bag and carried it to the kitchen. “I’ll need your help, Goku.” Silas placed the bag on the table. Goku climbed onto the seat and stood on it to peer inside the bag Silas opened.

A foul stench latched itself onto Goku’s nose. He covered his nose with his hands to protect himself but the strong scent penetrated his hands. “Yuck! What stinks?”

Silas pulled out a variety of green and color plants and wet, squishy dark red organs. “This is medicine for Celia, Goku. These plants are medicinal herbs: yellow root, echinacea, elderberry, hyssop, lemongrass and catnip. This squishy flesh is liver from bear and boar. It’s all around these mountains. It’s better than the chemical medicines used in the big cities.”

The foul stench made Goku’s head hurt. “It stinks!”

Silas grabbed a mortar and pestle. “It does. City medicines don’t have a stench. Chemicals are used to drown the smell. It makes their medicine less effective.” Silas placed the yellow root in the mortar. He began mashing it with the pestle. “Watch and learn, Goku. You may have to use this to cure someone you love one day.”

Goku wiped the sweat off his forehead. He did everything from memory: mashed the plants he collected in the mortar and pestle until they were fine crumbs, drained the blood from the bear and boar liver and boil for an hour; transfer the livers in another pot and boil again for another hour with the crushed herbs.

While that cooked, Goku made chicken soup from a recipe in the cooking books ChiChi sometimes used. He mentally thanked ChiChi for showing him to use appliances and kitchen utensils a year ago when Gohan was a newborn and she needed extra help around the house. The soup was finished an hour before the medicine was ready. Goku spent that time cleaning the kitchen. It was a mess with dirt and animal blood on the floor and table. The counter was covered with messy bowls and stains of food. If ChiChi saw this mess, she’ll kill him. Grabbing a soapy towel, Goku started his big clean. He occasionally looked up to check on Gohan in the other room.

The two-year-old sat on the sofa, clutching his stuffed rabbit engrossed with the talking animals on TV. He was wide awake. After Goku fed Gohan breakfast, he placed Gohan in a carrier and attached him on his back. He’ll take it to his grave he gathered herbs and killed wild animals while Gohan napped on his back. It was either take Gohan with him or leave him unattended at home while ChiChi slept. ChiChi was so ill she couldn’t get out of bed so Goku made a hasty decision. It was all for ChiChi’s health but Goku knew ChiChi wouldn’t see it that way if she knew the truth.

Goku finished mopping the floor when the timer on the stove beeped. Goku turned off the shrilled sound. He raised the lid off the pot. “Ugh!” he groaned. The scent was putrid. “Guess it’s ready.”

Goku filled a mug of the smelly brew. Remembering Silas’ final instructions, he sprinkled cinnamon and stirred to mute the foul scent. Now it was time for the final test. Goku blew on the mug. His lips touched the top of the mug but before he could taste the liquid contents, Goku pulled back.

“Argh!” The cinnamon didn’t help at all! “It still smells like dookie!”

Pinching his nose, Goku sipped the liquid and quickly spat it out. Still bitter and foul; exactly as it should be.

Goku heard ChiChi coughing heavily as he entered their bedroom. He cautiously walked in carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a mug with a saucer plate covering it. “ChiChi, I got something for you.”

ChiChi groaned as she pulled the covers off her face. She felt as if she was hit by a truck. Her body ached, her head throbbed and her throat was sore. ChiChi sat up and pushed her messy hair back.  She thought she was delirious. Goku held a tray of food. Was this for her? “Did you cook?”

Goku placed the tray on the nightstand. “Just medicine and soup.” Goku handed ChiChi the mug.

“Medicine?” ChiChi noticed the mug had a saucer plate over it. She lifted the saucer, “Why is this…. Ugh!” ChiChi closed it. “It’s ghastly. What is this?”

“Medicine. Drink it. It stinks but it will make you better. I promise.”

ChiChi removed the saucer and immediately recoiled. “Urrgh! How do you know it will make me better?” ChiChi sipped and pulled back. She shuddered as some of the liquid went down her throat. “I taste yellow root and lemongrass. Ugh. This smells like a dead animal.”

Goku knew ChiChi would throw the mug back at him if she knew liver from boar and bear helped created this concoction. “Fresh stuff and herbs I picked outside. When I trained for the 22nd tournament, I met Silas and Celia. They live in the mountains south of Yunzabit Heights. I got the recipe from them.”

“Who are Silas and Celia?”

“A married couple. I was living outside when Silas found me hunting dinner. It was winter and he didn’t think it was right for a kid to be living outside. I told him I can take care of myself but he insisted and invited me to his home for a meal. I stayed with them for a month before I moved on. Grandpa taught me some things, too, but I forgot. Silas showed me what plants to pick, what to eat and how to create herbs to season any meat I hunt. When Celia got sick, he made medicine with plants and stuff around his home.”

ChiChi looked skeptically at the mug. “Did it work?”

“Yeah,” Goku nodded. “It stinks but Celia was better the next day. She’s a nice lady. She made a lot of yummy food for me and fixed my clothes whenever I tore them. I think she was really nice to me because she and Silas didn’t have kids.”

ChiChi stared at the putrid liquid. After hearing that story, there was no way she could reject this. She pinched her nose and drunk the hot, smelly liquid in four gulps. She made a gagging sound as she handed the empty mug to Goku. “I hope it works.” She rubbed her throat. The aftertaste was horrific!

“Time for the good stuff,” Goku said as he handed ChiChi the soup.

This pleasing smell of the hot soup made ChiChi’s mouth water. “Is this my reward for drinking the stinky medicine?”

“Yup. Silas did this for Celia, too.”

“And you’re doing this for me,” she whispered. For several moments, ChiChi stared at the soup.

When she tasted it, Goku saw tears roll down ChiChi’s cheeks. “What?” he panicked. “Is it bad? Did I put too much salt?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong,” ChiChi sniffed. “This is so sweet. I didn’t know you were a romantic, Goku.”

“Romantic?” Goku knew that word. It always tied with flowers and doing nice gestures. Romantic didn’t tie to medicine and food. “I just made medicine and soup.”

“You did,” ChiChi cried, “but it’s more than that. You remembered something years ago to take care of me.”

“Yeah?” Goku drawled slowly still not seeing what he did as romantic. It was practical. ChiChi’s sick and Goku thought of some medicine he felt will cure her. How was that romantic?

ChiChi stirred the hot soup with a spoon before taking a bite. “Mmm,” she moaned. This was so good and what she needed to wash down the nasty medicine! “Delicious. This is the best soup I’ve ever tasted!”

“It is?” Goku tasted it. It was okay but not as good as the soup ChiChi makes. Maybe this cold weakened ChiChi’s sense of taste.

ChiChi wasn’t sure if the medicine was working but her mood was lifting at the wonderful gesture of her sweet and romantic husband. “Where’s Gohan? Did you feed him this wonderful soup, too?”

“Not the soup but Gohan’s already eaten breakfast and lunch. He’s watching TV now.”

ChiChi groaned. Gohan was only allowed an hour of TV time a day and she knew Goku broke that rule. “Did you put Gohan in front of the TV all day?”

“Yeah,” Goku knew ChiChi would be upset with that, “but he’s watching those educational videos. I had to distract him while I made your medicine and soup.”

“Okay.” ChiChi accepted that excuse. After this sweet gesture from her husband, ChiChi couldn’t be mad at Goku today.

Goku kept ChiChi company until she finished her meal. When he left, the concoction of the medicine finally got to her. She fell asleep at three in the afternoon and didn’t awaken until thirteen hours later.

Her throat wasn’t sore; her nose wasn’t stuffy, her body didn’t ache. She didn’t feel sick at all.

The medicine worked.

For the first time in two days, ChiChi got out of bed. She felt great! She was so happy to be strong enough to cook and clean again for her family, and after the way Goku took care of her, ChiChi wanted to give him a big meal and later tonight, show her thanks in her own personal way.

However, with Goku running the house these last two days, ChiChi knew she had a big task on her hands. Her house. Her kitchen. How much of a mess did Goku leave for her?

To ChiChi’s surprise, the kitchen was spotless. The floor was mopped clean. There were no food stains on the table, counter or refrigerator. All the dishes were put away in their correct spots. ChiChi was impressed. Goku was never this clean. The few times Goku cooked, ChiChi was left to clean the tsunami mess he left behind.

ChiChi went to the living room next. This was Goku’s bedroom for the last two days. When she became ill, ChiChi kicked Goku out of their bedroom. She didn’t want to risk him getting sick. If she and Goku were sick, who will care for Gohan? The television was off but the lamplight was still on. This room wasn’t as neat as the kitchen but ChiChi’s heart melted as she understood why. Goku slept on the sofa with Gohan on his chest. Her baby’s tiny hands clutched Goku’s shirt as he peacefully slept. An opened baby book was sprawled over Goku’s face and papers were on the floor. ChiChi knelt and picked up the papers. They were folded like a card. ChiChi opened one. Her eyes watered at the words inside.

‘Get well soon, Mommy!’ With it, was a crude drawing of their happy family. Gohan could write some letters but they weren’t completely legible and he couldn’t form words yet. Goku’s education was limited but he did know how to read and write basic words and he wrote the following notes on the makeshift card.

Mommy always takes care of Daddy and me.

She gives good baths and makes yummy food.

When Mommy is sick, Daddy takes over.

Because Daddy loves Mommy like Silas loves Celia.

ChiChi clutched the card to her chest and softly wept.

Oh, Goku. You are a romantic.

#Gochiweek #Gochi week #gochiweek2021 #Goku #ChiChi #GoChi #fanfic #Day Two Prompt #Romantic #ssj4 goku

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Grimnir x Djeeta (Reader-Insert Friendly.) (NSFW.)

Grimnir wasn’t fully aware of Belial’s history with the Singularity or her crew, so when the primarch dropped by one day to visit, he thought he would introduce himself. He was pretty much the only one that deemed to, besides the Captain herself, and he felt his cheeks flush with warmth as he watched them exchange... well, pretty intimate embraces, by his regard.

Not wanting to disturb them, he began to slip away, easily muffling the sounds of his footsteps with his power. Even so, his presence didn’t entirely escape the other primal’s notice, red eyes trailing after Grimnir curiously as he held the Singularity in his arms. Old Raphy’s student? Well, this could be fun...

(( Size kink. Praise kink. Aphrodisiacs.))

“Belial? What’s up?”

He glances down into her smiling face, all the times he’s made her expression into a much more explicit one by stuffing her full of his cock flashing through his mind.

Belial smiles, too.

“Nothing at all, Singularity.”

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It wasn’t until after dinner that Grimnir got his chance to meet Belial, or rather the Primarch bumped into him in the hallway, causing him to drop his book.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Belial murmurs, scooping the book back up and offering it to the other primal with an easy grin. “You’re Grimnir, right? Raphy’s disciple? How’s he doing these days?”

Grimnir blinks, taking the book, then smiles. “Master Raphael is doing fine. I guess you know him?”

“Oh yeah, we’re old friends...” The grin on his face widens a fraction, turning sharper.

Grimnir blinks again at the look on his face, then clears his throat, trying to be polite. Not all primals were... well-adjusted. “Ah, well... I guess you know the Singularity, too. We usually read together after dinner, so I was just on my way...”

“Right... don’t let me keep you,” The primarch murmurs, grin widening even further. Grimnir narrows his eyes and starts to say something, but the words die in his throat as Belial’s gaze pins him on the spot, crimson eyes smoldering. The Wind God shudders as he feels something slither through his mind, making him feel too warm, but such thoughts soon become too hazy to focus on.

“Tell her I said hello,” Belial purrs, sauntering down the hall, chuckling to himself. Virgins were always so fun...

Flushing at the mere thought of the Singularity, let alone saying anything to her, Grimnir heads down the hall to her room. Maybe if they got bored of reading they could... do something else.

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The closer the Singularity got to him, the warmer Grimnir seemed to feel. Feelings he didn’t entirely understand until recently began to crowd up his mind, making it hard to concentrate on what he was reading. That had never happened before.

Was he getting sick? No, that was impossible... and even if he was, he knew that she would take care of him.

The Singularity really was the best! She was so nice, and a good fighter! And pretty...

Mismatched eyes drifted over the human’s form as she read, taking in details he didn’t really notice before. She was strong, but definitely a girl! He could tell, because... because...

Trembling with nervous energy, he let his fingers brush her cheek, and flushed even more as she looked up at him, seeming startled by the touch. “Grimnir? Are you okay?”

Was her face getting red, too? He liked that.

He wanted to see that color all over.

“S-Singularity, I...um...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you some water,” She murmurs, getting to her feet and heading into the small connected bathroom. Finding her own water glass, she rinses it out thoroughly before letting it fill from the cold tap, brow knit in confusion. She hoped something wasn’t wrong with Grimnir, but as far as she knew, primals couldn’t get ill. Heading back out with the glass, she gasped and nearly dropped it as she collided with something solid.

Immediately wrapping an arm around her waist, Grimnir held her against him, the metal of his gauntlet slightly digging into her back. “S-Singularity... I thought you’d left,” He murmurs, gazing down at her. The look in his eyes wasn’t exactly predatory, but it was still intense, and definitely enough to make her nervous.

“N-no, I...got you some water,” She replies, eyeing him warily, even as he gently plucks the glass from her hand. He downs it and sighs contentedly, setting the glass aside. As he’s distracted, the skyfarer tries to gently pull away from him, then utters a soft yelp as he gently but insistently pins her against the wall.

“Grimnir...? Um...” She squeaks, face flushing. While she’d noticed the Wind God had become increasingly attached to her lately, she didn’t think his feelings were anything like... this.

“I’m sorry... I can’t... I feel weird...” He mumbles, mismatched eyes a bit glassy. “Being close to you makes me feel better... but also worse.”

“W-well, why don’t we get you in bed, and then...” Her words trail off as his hand slips up under her chin, bringing her lips to his. She stiffens for a moment, then shivers and melts into the gentle kiss, pressing a hand to his chest. She could feel the core that served as his heart pulsing, and while the Mad Cyclone was always full of energy, this felt even stronger than usual.

Her lips on his felt better than... well, anything he’d felt before. Emboldened by her acceptance, he slips his tongue into her mouth, the pleasure of the new sensation fizzing through his body like tiny bubbles as the primal deepens the kiss.

Something in the back of his mind was quietly urging him for more, a new sort of instinct driving him to keep going. Everything he did with her felt so right and so good... and she seemed to like it too, so why should he stop?

As she murmurs his name he feels his stomach flip. If this was good... what would be better? Maybe if there was more of him?

The girl opens her eyes with a start as she feels his tongue suddenly filling her mouth, only to see the primal growing larger. Squished even closer up against his chest, she squirms a bit, causing him to open his eyes too. He smiles at her, but the expression still has some kind of edge to it, and she distantly wonders if this is somehow Belial’s fault.

“This feels good, right, Singularity? I figured it would feel even better if I was bigger, so... so I could touch you more. And you could feel me more, and...” He trails off, shivering, and tries to press even closer against her. She feels what is surely his cock throb against her through his pants, and can only hope he won’t get too excited.

“I need you, Singularity...”

She swallows thickly, feeling her chest tighten at the deeper, more confident tone of his voice. His dramatic monologues were silly, but whenever he spoke that way, it always... made her feel weird, too.

“G-Grimnir, I don’t think... um...”

Face flushed, the Wind God ever-so-gently runs his fingers through her hair, struggling to keep himself composed. He would never hurt her on purpose, but there was something still clawing at his brain...

“Please, Singularity? I really... I really need it...” He whispers, voice cracking around the edges.

The thought of sweet, silly Grimnir begging for sex was something she would have never conceived of. Belial had to definitely be involved, somehow.

But what was his angle? Just another game? Well, if he wanted to play...

“Okay, Grimnir...um...we just have to be careful...!”

Her words trail off into a soft yelp as metal fingers tear through her clothes like paper, over eager. Flushing to the tips of his ears in embarrassment, then at the sight of her naked, the primal grins sheepishly.

“S-sorry, Singularity! I guess I should take these off...” He stammers, hands still shaking even as he removes the gauntlets, setting them aside. The sight of her tiny, very naked body makes him bite back a moan and he finally frees his painfully hard erection, distantly wondering how it’s all going to fit inside of her. But it has to, right?

If more of him is better, this should feel amazing.

The skyfarer has only a moment to wonder what he’s thinking before Grimnir is relentlessly grinding his cock up between her legs, the sudden sensation making her cry out in both surprise and pleasure. Pleased with her reaction, the primal reaches down to play with her breasts as well, delighted with their squishy softness.

“S-Singularity...I told you, this was a great idea! You feel good too, right?” He chirps, the pure innocent excitement on his face at odds with how he abuses her clit so well, the sheer size of him making it impossible for her not to feel it. And he wasn’t even inside of her yet...

“G-Grimnir...” She murmurs, lamely, utterly caught off guard. She runs her hands over his body, admiring the lean muscle, finding this new side of him...well. Extremely hot. She should feel guilty, but if he was having a good time...

“Hehe... you don’t have to tell me, it’s okay. I can feel how wet you are. I know that’s good,” He murmurs, in a more serious tone, and she looks back up at him, startled. He grinds up against her particularity hard and she moans, shamelessly, burying her face against his chest. The reaction only emboldens him, so he keeps doing it, watching her in utter fascination.

“G-Grimnir... where did you... learn this? Gods...”

His chest swells with pride at her praise, driving him to keep going until she climaxes, the sensation of her soaking him making his cock throb again. Shuddering, he nuzzles against her the best he can, letting her recover.

“It’s going to feel even better... w-when you’re ready...” He murmurs, feeling his face go red all over again as he imagines what they’re about to do.

Feeling his cock twitch beneath her, the skyfarer bites her lip, almost holding her breath as she begins to sink down onto his length. Grimnir digs his fingers into the floorboards, cracking the wood, and the sight of it gets her even wetter. Working her hips, she hisses softly as she tries to adjust to his size, the sensation sending a dull burn through her belly. Even with how wet she was, he was just... big.

“S-Singularity... you feel so good...” He murmurs, leaning down to shower her tiny body in even tinier kisses, trying to distract her from the discomfort. As she giggles, he grins brightly, moving his lips to her breasts. Her giggles soon turn into soft moans as he kisses them, brushing the tip of his tongue over her nipples.

Feeling the ache of the stretch start to ease, she begins to work her hips with renewed vigor, taking him deeper each time. It didn’t take long before she could start to truly appreciate his size, the throbbing girth inside of her able to effortlessly hit all of her sweetest spots.

The primal digs his fingers into the floor again, chest heaving, the sight of the Singularity trying to take his cock so eagerly leaving him almost breathless. She was so tight and wet and warm… he couldn’t stand it.

Feeling that familiar coil in her gut starting to wind tight, she shudders and moans, focus narrowing to her impending climax. She didn’t have time to react as she suddenly found herself pinned between his overly warm body and the wall again, making her see stars as Grimnir stuffs her full of his cock with each thrust, fucking her as hard as he can manage without actually hurting her.

Hearing him distantly stammering apologies, she digs her fingers into his back, clinging to the primal for dear life as her climax courses through her hard enough to make her ears ring. The feeling of her tight cunt trying desperately to spasm around his dick sends the Wind God over the edge with her, and he utters a moan of his own as he pumps her full of his seed, the excess dripping from her thighs and belly.

By the time she comes to, Grimnir is back to his normal size, holding her in his arms and already dozing off. She blinks a few times, then chuckles quietly, gently ruffling his hair. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too embarrassed when he woke up.

#granblue fantasy #granblue fanfiction #gbf grimnir #gbf belial #gbf djeeta

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Comfort - Intruality Vore

Patton can’t stop thinking about his fight with Janus and an unlikely side offers them comfort in a unique way.

Ship: Intruality, Remus x Patton

Word Count: 1.9k

tw: heavily detailed descriptions of vore

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Night had finally rolled around and the Sanders’ household was starting to grow ever more quiet as time passed. The coming summer made that night seem quite magical, at least for Patton. The moon shined through his window as he stared up at the night sky and its stars to compliment it. He opened the window to try and get some fresh air into his light blue room, but it didn’t do him any good as he continued to spiral through the events earlier that day. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Janus was right. He had caused an emotional toll on Thomas by making him do something he could have easily avoided. And now, he had to rethink what it meant to be a good person.

Patton’s own lies and beliefs on morality deceived and blinded him to the bigger picture. How could have he been so cruel to Thomas? The thoughts ate up him as he sat on his bed near the window. The growing thought of him even hurting Thomas ached his soul. He knew not to mope around and get stuck in such an endless loop of despair, but it felt so hard to even pick up a square inch of this burden that broke him. Suddenly, he noticed the chilly wind coming from outside the window. He looked up at the moon once more and then the backyard below the bright stars. An urge tugged on him to go outside and calm himself down, at least so he could get some sleep tonight.

Looking up at the clock, Patton noticed the small hand pointing at the three. In no way shape or form did he want to go outside alone at the witching hour, but he so desperately wanted to at least sleep and stop thinking about the events with Janus. Eventually, he decided to just get outside. Maybe his mind would clear up, or maybe he’d be terrified of a giant spider eating him. Whatever happened, either one was bound to get his mind off of Janus and his words. He walked downstairs and through the backyard door. A whiff of the cool breeze and the chilliness on his skin was enough to calm himself to a more grounded state. He sat on the porch wondering to himself. He hoped for some kind of miracle or shooting star would fly by so he could just wish himself out of this situation.

The leaves of the single oak tree in their backyard rustled and swayed as the wind hummed. Stars glowed their beautiful and soft light down onto Patton, giving him some solace that he would be okay. Suddenly, a creak echoed through the porch, making him jump up. Though, he was thankful to learn it was only Remus. He turned to face out to the backyard and sighed, still heavy with thoughts.

“What in the world are you doing at this hour? Are you going out to murder someone? I would love to tag along!” Remus chirped.

“No… I- I just got something on my mind is all. No need to worry, kiddo!”

“Patton, you don’t have to lie to me. I can smell intrusive thoughts from a mile away!”

Patton froze up, not exactly sure if he really wanted to reveal what he was thinking. Remus probably already knew anyway since he did represent Thomas’ intrusive thoughts. And, as much as it pained him to think about it, telling someone might just make him feel better.

“I was thinking about Janus and uh, what happened today… It’s just… he was right about me being wrong about making Thomas go to the wedding. A-And now, I’ve- I’ve hurt-”

Patton couldn’t take the overwhelming thoughts anymore and simply started to bawl, covering his face with his hands. The tears flowed down all over his face and dropped down to the ground. His sniffles were loud, and it became a bit hard to breathe. Suddenly, surprised flew through him as he felt the touch of Remus’ hand on his cold back. Remus then gave him a big hug, wanting to comfort his friend and light side. Patton quickly returned the favor and wrapped his arms around Remus as if he were holding onto the last bit of happiness before it faded away. He cried into Remus’ chest, just hoping a shooting star would grant his request and rewind time.

Remus tried to comfort Patton the best he could possible. Yes, he was usually quite mean and made all the other sides uncomfortable, but now he just wanted to comfort Patton. Even though he did represent intrusive thoughts and loved their fear, he knew when things can get too far. He continued to hug Patton, letting Patton’s tears stain his black and green duke outfit. In the midst of him hugging Patton, an idea popped into his head, though he wasn’t quite sure how Patton would react to it. Patton did represent morality after all, but he just hoped this might just take his mind off of Janus. Once Patton finally stopped crying, he spoke.

“I got an idea that might help you a bit…”

“Yes, Remus?”

“It’s something called vore…”

As Remus expected, he was given a glare of confusion and was quickly asked what it was. After explaining, Patton continued.

“You really think it’ll help?”

“Well, it’s helped me when I’m feeling down, so I thought we’d give it a try.”

“And you’re sure it’s safe?”

“With all my wicked heart and demented soul, I promise!” Remus tried to lighten up the mood.

Patton chuckled then smiled.

“Alright then, do what you need to do, kiddo.”

With that, Remus started to shrink Patton and his clothes down until he was the size of a paper clip. He then gently picked the small side up into his hand. Patton looked around, mesmerized at how gigantic Remus was now compared to him. It was a bit scary being this high up but Remus made sure to cup his hands, which made him feel better. In fact, just his presence made Patton feel a bit better. A warmness flowed through body as he was gently lifted up to Remus’ lips. Instead of fear, which was what he thought he would feel, he was just curious what it felt like in Remus’ perspective, holding such a tiny person.

“Whenever you’re ready, Patton,” Remus said.

Patton looked up at Remus’ eyes. Not a hint of ill will was in his eyes; only the comforting look of a friend was there. He looked back down at his lips which waited for him. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded, and soon his field of vision was engulfed with the bigger side’s mouth. He felt the tongue underneath him, carry him into Remus’ warm and comforting mouth. He looked up at its ceiling, watching the drops of saliva drip down onto the pink tongue bellow. The warm breath from Remus throat soothed him along with the squishy pink muscle under him. Finally, Remus’ shut his mouth, the light from outside no longer illuminating the wet cave he was in.

The first thing Patton took notice of was the big tongue he laid on. He gently rubbed the slimy muscle and soon heard him hum in delight at the action. The hum rang through Remus’ mouth loudly and surprised him a bit. “He must’ve really liked it,” he thought. Soon, he rolled over on his stomach and started hugging the giant tongue. Never in his life did he think he’d feel this nice to be inside someone’s mouth, and here he was with Remus, trying to comfort him. He continued to hug the big muscle and snuggle into it. The warmth from Remus’ mouth almost lulled him to sleep, but he tried to stay awake, now genuinely curious what it would be like to be in the side’s stomach.

Suddenly, the tongue started to shift, and Patton was pinned to the roof of the mouth. Remus happily licked away at the smaller side, savoring Patton’s sweet taste. The pressure from the tongue just made Patton cuddle into the pink muscle even more, and he loved how careful Remus was being. He was licked a few more times then set back down in Remus’ mouth. He looked over to the dark entrance into Remus’ throat, wondering what it would be like being pulled down into Remus’ stomach. And it looked like he didn’t have to wait much longer as he felt Remus tip his head, making him slide down into the dark opening of Remus’ throat. A shiver ran through him as he was now very close to the entrance, Remus’ breath and warmth even more noticeable. Finally, he slipped down even closer and felt the muscles started to gulp him down. In only one swallow, he went down feet first and disappeared into Remus’ throat.

The throat completely engulfed Patton, squishing him from all sides. He squirmed a bit, not exactly used to the small space but he didn’t mind too much. A hum was soon rumbled all around the smaller side, making him blush a bright red. He guessed Remus was enjoying this too. Suddenly, the smaller side felt himself stop briefly and the lining of Remus’ throat hug him more. The throat rumbled again as another hum came through. In all honesty, he couldn’t help himself hum in pure bliss as well, the pink walls massaging his tiny form. After a good minute, he was able to move down again, continuing his descent into Remus. He soon marveled at how loudly and clearly he could hear the bigger side’s steady heartbeat and breathing. Finally, he felt his feet enter into an open space, and, not long after, he plopped into Remus’ stomach.

There was a constant sound of gurgles coming from the giant stomach, most likely due to Patton. The walls and floors were quite wet and slimy, but not a hint of stomach acid seemed to be present which comforted the smaller side. He decided to walk around a bit, just in complete awe at this whole experience. Looking over to one of the folded walls of the stomach, he started to gently rub, curious how Remus felt. Suddenly, he felt a small pressure start to rub him back. He quickly leaned into it, cuddling into the wall, and relaxing into Remus’ touch.

“Enjoying it down there?” Remus said.

Remus’ voice rumbled and echoed all over the squishy cave, making Patton jump a bit then smile. As weird and new as this was for him, he found much comfort in being so close to Remus.

“I’m doing okay, kiddo!” Patton hollered, making sure Remus could hear him.

“Alright then, you can stay inside there as long as you want!”

“As long as I want?” Patton thought to himself. He looked around the stomach as he sat down, contemplating. He had to admit, being inside Remus’ stomach was very comforting, and the warmth from it made him stop thinking about Janus’ and his fight for a while. Laying down, the smaller side thought.

“Can I sleep in here for the night?” Patton asked.

Remus, as delighted as he was, just had to blink in confusion. He never thought Patton would enjoy vore this much. A smile formed on his face as he kept rubbing the spot where Patton was.

“Go ahead, Patton. This feels… quite nice,” Remus hummed.

A silence fell between the two of them until Patton spoke.

“Thanks for helping me, Remus. This was very nice…” Patton said as he yawned.

“It’s no problem…”

Finally, Patton snuggled into the folds of the stomach one last time and fell asleep, happy to have found some comfort.

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Part 2

#sanders sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #remus x patton #intruality #safe vore #soft vore #willing prey #willing pred

[themurphyzone]

PatB: Nova Ch 2

Insert funny one-liner here. Cause I can’t think of anything. 

Ch 2: Space Cadet

New Selenian Date 3015.3.12

Terran satellite conversations are useless drivel! Nothing but pomp and circumstance about trivial subjects that don’t help us plan our global domination! All this curiosity about planets and star systems beyond your own, yet you actively sabotage your own progress in space exploration! Hypocritical morons. When Snowball and I rule Terra, we shall usher in an age of science and rationality, because you obviously cannot be trusted to run your own planet without blowing it up several times over! Why, you have less intelligence in your collective brains than I have in my pinky!

Alright. Just inhale…exhale. Inhale...exhale.

I needed that tirade. Progress on the Conquistador has slowed and is approaching an impasse of the highest caliber. The outside paneling requires special attention and shielding because we do not wish to burn upon entering Terra’s atmosphere. However, the thermal protective system we’ll be developing will likely be rudimentary at best, fatal at worst due to lack of top of the line equipment. The Selenians managed to conserve enough fuel in their ships to leave the colony and presumably return to their original planet, with the exception of one ill-fated vessel which experienced a malfunction when they first arrived on New Selene.

I have no choice but to visit the crash site of that particular ship with Snowball. If fortune is on our side, we’ll have a ragged version of the paneling we need, but…I will be in close contact with the electrical firing of Snowball’s neurons. An unfortunate side effect of my genetic enhancement from a mos’s natural inclination to electricity. The distance from Penumbra doesn’t help matters either.

Ah…I’ll cut this transmission off here. Snowball’s calling in, for once.

Signing off for now, the Brain.

o-o-o-o-o

“He called my name,” the mouse whispered, awestruck by the deep voice that crackled through the chipped Walkman radio. He rolled his skinny tail between his paws, joyful tears swimming in his vision and making everything blurry-whirly. “He said my name!”

He had many names alright. From Gouda to Zort to No, We Don’t Know Why That Subject Says Narf. From what he remembered of his parents and Sis, they called him Chchchrree mixed with sniffy noises. It was hard to say for everyone else though, even him. It was the sniffing part, really. It tripped everyone up.

But none of his names fit him quite like Pinky.

Oh, he was being rude, wasn’t he? He may be a sliced gene lab mouse, but he was a sliced gene lab mouse with manners!

The newly named Pinky fiddled with the slider on the Walkman. There were a lot of numbers, and he didn’t know which one let his voice through, so he eeny-meeny-miney-moed between all of them until his finger landed on 92.

92 was a good number. Nice, funny, and a pretty figure.

“Haha, narf! Hello, the Brain!” Pinky laughed into the Walkman. “I know you’re probably busy with the Conquesowhatsit, so you can just listen to this whenever you’re free! Anyway, I’m Pinky and I’ve been listening to your messages for months! And you said my name just now! It made me so happy I cried!”

Nothing but crackling static answered. A click came from the hallway, the aircon kicking in and blowing a cool wind through the lab. Machinery hummed, screens flickered, squeaks from other mice echoed.  

Pinky waited. He would wait however long he needed to. The voice would reply, he was sure of it.

“Brain, is it…is it lonely up there?” Pinky asked. He was very bad at the waiting game. He lost to himself every time. “You sound sad. And grumpy. Grumpy-sad, even. What makes you happy? The stars? I’m happy looking at the twinkly stars. They must be even prettier from space.”

Pinky waved at the gorgeous night sky. Countless stars and a silver moon to watch over them all. Pinky loved having a cage with such a view. The Brain might have a big telly-scope he could see Terra with! Terra, a lovely name for a lovely world! And to think Pinky had been calling it Earth like a silly-billy goat gruff.

Though the Brain might not be able to see him…he was practically the size of a mouse after all. Unless Pinky climbed to the highest point of the Great Mall of China! Everyone knew the Great Mall of China could be seen from space! And he could eat yummy dumplings there too!

Pinky twiddled his thumbs. He shouldn’t keep the Brain away from his super important work much longer. “Tell Snowball I said hi, okay? And thank you for the name. Same time again tomorrow night, right? Good night, the Brain. Sleep tight and don’t let the spacebugs bite. Cause then it gets itchy. Poit.”  

There was no answer. There wasn’t usually. Maybe the Brain was shy. It was okay though. He was probably saying good night too, in his own grumpy shy way.

Pinky turned off the Walkman and yawned, stretching his arms above his head. Then he slipped back into his cage, the bars spaced wide enough for him to slink through. He was still working on opening the cage door. TV always made escaping cages look so easy.

His straw bed was bathed in a patch of silver moonbeams tonight. That was good. Light always helped him sleep easier. Pinky flopped into the straw and pulled Mr. Button close, like his parents had done for him and Sis when they were babies. Mr. Button was hard, round, and green, but he was still a good cuddle buddy.

He had a big day of wheel running, maze running, and running to Pharfignewton’s stable tomorrow. Best to get some shuteye now and be bright-eyed and floppy-tailed tomorrow. He fell asleep with Mr. Button cradled loosely in his paws, dreaming of a land filled with delicious cheese.

o-o-o-o-o

Pinky ran on his wheel for his pre-breakfast exercise, finished off the remaining food pellets in his bowl, and even squeezed in a little pampering time before he was scooped up by the tail and dropped into a maze.

It was routine, and how he loved all sorts of routines! Bonking into walls nose-first was always fun, especially when he saw dizzy circling stars until he fell over like a limp noodle. Of course, he never could finish a maze, which made many of the humans puzzled and confuzzled while they scratched their heads and snapped pictures with their smartphones.

Mazes were hard. If he bounced high enough and clung to the wall like a Spidermouse, he could see the yummy cheese at the very end, but he wasn’t very good at getting there. He even tried the summoning spell he’d seen in one of the Harry Potter movies so the cheese would come to him instead, but his comes-and-goes telephonetic magic skills didn’t help him either.

The day passed like normal. Get lost in maze, lunch break, try another maze until he got more lost than the people stuck on an island in that one very confusing show, until he was finally brought back to his cage before the lab closed for the day.

Today, the lab had closed in the mid-afternoon, the sun still shining brightly in a pretty blue sky. Pinky could spend several glorious hours with Pharfignewton before the Brain’s nightly message over the Walkman.

Pinky squeezed through the cage bars, taking a flying leap off the counter and landing belly-down on the squishy seat of a spinning chair. He giggled as the chair slid back and spun a little, then dusted himself off and bowed to an invisible crowd. He’d been improving his landings lately. One of these days he’d definitely perfect his swan dive!

He jumped down to the floor and ran into the kitchen, wrinkling his nose at the bitter scent of leftover coffee in the pot. He’d always been a tea sort of mouse himself. Grabbing hold of the cherry-print towel that hung on the handle of the refrigerator, he counted to three (he probably put too many Mississippi’s between one and two again) and hauled himself up. All those upper body strength videos were coming in handy.

Pinky balanced himself on a thin sliver of handle and the fridge door, then shoved his feet against the handle and stretched himself as far as he could.

“Narf! C’mon, Pinky!” he wheezed, feeling the strain of his tummy and leg muscles. “It’s not bagel warmer science!”

He took a quick breather and gave one final shove. The door opened with a pop and Pinky lost his balance, landing somewhat painfully on the cold bottom of the fridge.

“Just like Iceland in here! Or was that the green one?” Pinky said, picking himself up from the floor and pushing the fridge door open all the way. He didn’t want to be locked in again. Besides, he’d promised Pharfignewton he’d come by today. He’d feel really awful if he broke his promise. “Now if I were a horse, what would I like to eat?”

Pharfignewton couldn’t eat cheese. Something about her tummy being intolerant. It was a little rude of her tummy to be honest, though she’d definitely eat cheese if she could.

Pinky peeked into each drawer, searched through every condiment bottle, but none really caught his eye as something he could bring along.

The leftover club sandwich wasn’t vegetarian. Condiment bottles wouldn’t fit through the mail slot.

Pinky found a box half-filled with sugar lumps, but Pharfignewton was very insistent on watching her figure in preparation for the Kentucky Derby in two months.

And then he spotted a celery snack pack with peanut butter dip on the topmost shelf.

“Egad, that’s perfect!” Pinky exclaimed, shimmying up to the snack pack. He pushed a red Jell-o cup aside and snagged his prize, hugging it to his chest. The only way to make it even tastier was to find raisins so they could make ants on a log, which didn’t look like real ants on real logs at all.

With the snack pack in hand, he hurried to meet Pharfignewton.

o-o-o-o-o

Pharfignewton galloped through the field, her gray mane flowing behind her like a beautiful river. No matter how many times he’d seen her practice, it never failed to amaze him. Her hooves flew like the breeze, her sky blue eyes shining in determination as she pushed herself a little further every day.

Pinky pulled himself up the fence’s wooden boards, kneeling on the flat surfaces and hauling the snack pack up with him. Once he made it to the top of a wide fencepost, he opened the pack and scooped one end of a celery stick into the peanut butter, then waved the coated end in the air.

“AND THERE SHE GOES! IS SHE A BIRD? IS SHE A PLANE? NO, SIRREE BOB! SHE’S PHARFIGNEWTON, THE BEST AND FASTEST RACEHORSE IN THE WORLD!” Pinky shouted, waving the celery stick like a flag.

Pharfignewton whinnied loudly, pouring on the speed as she galloped through a space between two trees and slowed to a brisk trot until she reached Pinky. She swept out a hoof and bowed to an invisible camera, her tail flicking happily.

“Hi, Figgy Pudding! You look amazing out there! Guess what? The Brain gave me a name! I’m Pinky now! Actually, I’m Pinky. He never said Pinkynow, did he?” Pinky grinned, holding the celery stick up to her muzzle. Pharfignewton neighed in delight, and it didn’t take long before all the celery sticks and peanut butter were gone. Practicing always made her work up an appetite.

Pinky licked up the remaining peanut butter, swiping his tongue along his mouth for the lingering peanut-y taste. Then he climbed onto Pharfignewton’s muzzle, her eyes sparkling as she tossed him into the air. Pinky threw out his arms, laughing and sliding down her long neck. He came to a stop at the base of her mane, then flipped himself over and gave her a ginormous hug.

Pharfignewton craned her neck, a blocky smile stretching her muzzle before suddenly rearing up on her hind legs and whinnying triumphantly.

“Zort!” Pinky cried, grabbing fistfuls of her mane to stop himself from falling off. Pharfignewton took off like a firecracker, and Pinky’s body lifted off her neck completely. “Hi-ho, Pharfignewton! Yippie-ki-yay!”

The ground and sky blurred together in a swirl of mashed colors, and the nearby stables were nothing more than thin brown lines in the corner of Pinky’s eye.

“The pack, Fig!” Pinky yelled. “We’ve gotta keep the environment clean!”

Pharfignewton raced by the fencepost, snatching up the plastic lining of the snack pack in her teeth and dropping it into the garbage bin by the stables. “Whoo! Nice and tight turn there!” Pinky said, leaning forward and planting his feet against Pharfignewton’s back to keep his balance. “You’re gonna win the Derby for sure!”

Pharfignewton neighed, leaping over a fallen branch with room to spare.

“Right, and then onto the Triple Crown! Live your dream, Pharfignewton! Live your dream!” Pinky shouted above the roar of the wind.

o-o-o-o-o

Pharfignewton’s owner, a friendly looking fellow with a big bushy beard, called for her as the sun went down. Though Pharfignewton was tired out from all her running, she eagerly trotted over to her owner and accepted a pat on the nose and a carrot. Pinky buried himself in her mane and pretended to be a tiny horse with pretty hair while the owner refilled her feed bucket and penned her in the stall for the night.

Once he was gone, Pinky sat on a wooden post next to Pharfignewton’s head, kicking his feet in the air while she ate her dinner.

“Camptown ladies sing this song! Doo-dah! Doo-dah!” Pinky sang, twirling a long piece of hay in the air as his baton. He pointed the hay at Pharfignewton, who paused in her meal and neighed out the next lyric. “Oh, that was gorgeous! You’re gonna be a real crowd-pleaser at the Derby!”

At the mention of the Derby, Pharfignewton stopped eating completely and rested her muzzle in the space next to Pinky. She nickered, ears pinning against her head. Pinky rubbed his nose against hers, smiling so she wouldn’t worry as much.

“I’ll be alright, Fig,” Pinky whispered. “The Triple Crown’s been your dream since fillyhood. You should go for it. Don’t worry about silly ol’ me.”

Pharfignewton tossed her head back and whinnied, her hoof scraping against the dirt floor.

“I’ll see you off when you leave,” Pinky said. “And watch you on TV. I’ll cheer so loudly you’ll hear me all the way in Kentucky! That’s a promise! A Pinky promise!”

He placed both pinky fingers on Pharfignewton’s muzzle so she could have one as well. He knew she was still worried though. And it was nice to know she cared, but really, he’d be alright in the lab. He had his wheel, food pellets, and the dusty VCR that ACME hadn’t gotten around to replacing yet.

“Poit. The Brain’s message is gonna be coming in soon,” Pinky said. “I’d best get back to the lab. Really wish you could listen him too, but the Walkman won’t fit through the mail slot. I already tried.”

Pharfignewton let him cling to one nostril as she gently lowered him to the stable floor. Pinky gave her muzzle one last broad stroke before setting off, waving goodbye until the stable was out of sight.

The moon rose, the first twinkling stars of the night coming out to play.

“I think you’d like her, the Brain,” Pinky said to the sky. “She’s amazing.”

But he spent too long admiring the stars and missed the left turn on Albuquerque Street. By the time he got back the lab and turned on the Walkman, the message was already ending.

-and traveling to the crash site tomorrow. I hope this venture will yield something useful. Out there, it will be silent. Not even my proximity to Snowball will help. He’s ambitious, I’ll grant him that. Our desire to rule Terra…it’s what keeps us going. Perhaps a little too much, at times. It occasionally gets in the way of…certain things.

There was no sign off. Sometimes there wasn’t, if the Brain felt strongly about something.

Everyone seemed to have a faraway dream that made up their entire being. And while the land of delicious cheese was pretty far from the lab, just touring through it and buying all the refrigerator magnets he could carry didn’t seem to make up his entire being. Not in the way racing was Pharfignewton’s life. Or how the Brain always spoke of a desire to rule Terra.

“If you have a faraway dream, I guess you have to be far away,” Pinky said to Mr. Button, who only wobbled in reply. “It’s okay. I’m happy they have dreams.”

He had his wheel, food pellets, and the dusty VCR after all.

AN: I never made the promise about silly Pinky things. Shhh….

I wanted to keep Brain naming Pinky cause it’s cute (also it’s practical for writing but mostly cute).

To win the Triple Crown achievement, a racehorse needs to win the Kentucky Derby, the Belmont, and the Preakness. Pharfignewton’s got a lofty goal, but Pinky believes in her!

ACME is really bad about updating their tech.

#pinky and the brain #patb fanfiction #patb nova

[the-fiction-witch]

Call Girlfriend

TV SHOW ACCUSED

COUPLE JAKE X READER

RATING SMUTT

I sat at dinner not really all that hungry I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to do anything. I felt like I was to busy in my head thinking about it all.

I ate what little I could force myself to before grabbing my phone,

"Where are you going?" My mum asks as she packed away dinner

"Out" I told her grabbing my jacket and going out our half broken white door.

The darkness here was always frightening, the dark clouds a constant over the sky yet it never rained. The street lights all either broken or so dim they illuminated there inch of street below and nothing else. People on bikes and in little jumped up cars roamed the streets like vultures looking for money, drugs and alcohol. Every so often you'd catch the sound of someone shouting something across a parkway but it was always impossible to hear where it came from.

Once I reached the little line of shops I grew even more nervous about what I was doing, till I passed them all and went down the little road a few steps till I saw the overpass where other cars and bikers passed over and in the darkness of that small walk way under it I saw a figure.

I felt so nervous I felt ill, like my stomach sank to my shoes even if part of me was giddy with excitement.

I stepped into the darkest the sound of dripping water and of footsteps coming towards me I saw the glow of the light of a ciggerette

"Uhhh hi" I spoke up as the got closer, the steps stopped

"Hello... What do you want?" The female voice answered

"I Uhhh I'm looking for a lady name May?" I asked

There where steps as she stepped into the faint light from outside in a little blue dress her hair a mess, a thick jacket over her body and a ciggerette in her hand

"Are you? What for?" She asked

"Look are you may or not?" I asked

"I'm may" she smiled "what do you want?"

"Isn't there uhh somewhere we could go that's ummmm a little more... Private" I blushed

"Kid how old are you?" She laughs

"Seventeen" I blushed

"Alright come on" she says begining to walk so I closely followed her a little nervous where she might have been taking me till we reached a row of little houses, she went to the first unlocking the door and pulling me inside with her it was a similar little house to my own with red flowery walls and a clean red fluffy carpet but the upstairs was locked clearly someone else lives there, she pulled me though another door, that room had a bed and some clothes scattered around she went over to a little stero playing some music

"You don't have to look so nervous..." She laughs

"Sorry... I've just uhh never done this before" I admit

"Awww your a sweet little thing" she smiled "so you Luke's or Jamie's?' she asks slipping off her Jacket

"Jamie's" I told her

"Okay, I've got the buyer coming to pick it up at eleven he was happy with the payment right?" She asks

"Yeah that was fine" I told her as I got the little jewelry sized box out my pocket she happily took it "your not going to check it?" I asked

"Honestly I'm not even sure what it is" she says

"Yeah.. me either" I blushed

"It's okay sweetie where just the transport" she smiled putting the box away "plus... I trust you" she smiled "that all you wanted?" She asks

"Uhhh well yeah, I guess so" I blushed

"Alright, before you go" she smiled "a little reward for bringing it, for being on time, and for being so sweet" she smiled holding my hand I felt like I was going to have a heart attack as she came closer wrapping her arms around my neck she smiled before she sweetly kissed my lips they where so soft and perfect like our lips where perfectly shaped to kiss each other, I kissed back instantly loving the taste of cheap lipstick, tobacco and rose perfume, I already felt addicted to kissing her I experimentaly moved a hand to her waist and she happily pulled the other around her too till she pulled back "hehe that's enough mr before you get to excited" she smiled

"Yeah uhh your right" I nodded

"I'm sure I'll see you around" she smiled

"Yeah, see you around" I blushed leaving her little house and heading home in the darkness even if I was blushing like crazy and It uhh maybe have been too late because I was definitely... excited.

I saw may very often, every other day or so Jamie would give me something to drop off and I would take it over after dinner drop it off and have a few little kisses if she had the time. I sat on her bed holding her close never wanting to let her go as we softly kissed listening to the soft sweet music till I pulled back enough to speak even if I didn't let go of her

"May? Can I ask you something?" I asked

"What is it Jake?" She smiled kissing my neck

"Is may your real name?"

"No of course not" she laughs "it's just a working name"

"Right... Your work" I blushed "guess I should keep quiet, don't want people knowing you let me kiss you for free" I blushed

"Awww your sweet jake" she giggled resting her head on my chest and I hugged her even tighter

"May... Would you let me, you know?" I asked carefully

"Let you what?" She laughs

"Let me... You know" I blushed hugging her a little tighter

"Why would you want to?" She asks

"Your cute? Your sweet to me?" I shrug

"Are you just board?" She asks

"No, I'm just curious may" I laughed

"Nope" she giggled getting up giving my head a kiss

"Why not?" I asked

"Because kissing is one thing Jake, people find out I let you fool around for free I'll never hear the end of it" she says opening the window a little "I'll let you have reduced rates how about that?" She smiled lighting up a ciggerette and blowing the smoke out the window

"Okay" I blushed "actually may... I never asked, how old are you?" I asked her

"Same age as you" she laughs

"Wait? Your not older then me?" I asked a little confused

"Aww disappointed? What are you into older girls?" She laughs

"No, no I'm not" I blushed "but I remember you said you've been doing this for three years? Was that a lie?" I asked

"No... It wasn't" she sighed finishing her ciggerette

"Oohh may" I said almost heartbroken hugging her tightly and giving her some kisses once I cheered her up a little we sat back on her bed in our little cuddle "how much... Reduced would it be?" I asked and she gave me a rather suggestive look "I'm just curious!" I argue

"Well that's a secret" she giggled and i blushed a little digging in my jeans pocket grabbing the little money I often have as just pocket change

"I have five pounds" I told her "ohh and thirty two pence" I smiled handing it to her

"And what do you think your gonna get with that" she laughs

"I don't know just whatever that's about worth with my discount" I blushed she giggled counting it up and putting it beside her bed "so?" I asked she giggled and pulling me to kiss her I happily kissed her back it quickly turning to a make out she grabbed my hands and I instantly got excited she moved them to her hips and I was pretty happy but she slipped my hands down further so I hand both my hands on her arse, it was so soft and squishy like a perfect little Marshmellow I groped likely a little more then she wanted me to but I was lost in my own little world "UUmmm may" I groaned pulling her closer desperate for more but she pulled away getting up

"That's enough Jake, that's all your money gets you" she giggled

"Okay" I blushed trying not to turn to red

"You should get home" she smiled kissing my head

"Yeah your right, I'll see you around may"

"See you around Jake" she smiled kissing me before I went home

"May?" I asked as I went in her little flat she was sat on her bed reading a book when she looked up

"Oohh hello Jake, didn't think I had a delivery today?" She asks as I slipped off my jacket

"Uhh well no you don't" I blushed sitting with her

"Why are you here then?" She asks

"I missed you" I shrug giving her a kiss

"Aww that's sweet jake" she giggled kissing my cheek

"Well... Also, because I uhh" I blushed getting my money out my pocket and putting it in her hand giving her hand a kiss "please" I plead she giggled and looked counting it all up "I know it's not much may but please" I begged nuzzling close to her neck

"Alright, sit on the end of the bed" she smiled so I did as she asked increadly excited she kneeled on the floor looking up at me with those sweet innocent eyes as she undid my belt I was quite biting the inside of my mouth trying to be quiet as she undid my jeans "I haven't done anything yet Jake" she laughs tugging my jeans down my legs

"I know.... I'm just uhh excited may" I told her "I've never had this done before"

"Never?" She asks

"Never" I blushed as she rested her hands on my thighs

"Okay," she smiled grabbing a remote from her side and turning her music on "you can be as Loud as you like Jake" she winked pulling down my boxers "ooohh Jake... He's so big" she giggled

"Uhh thanks may" I blushed

"You don't have to answer when I say Stuff like that" she laughs

"Oohh right. Sorry" I blushed "just Uhhh... Be gentle" I told her

"I will" she giggled blowing me a kiss before her hands  slipping up stroking me I grab the edge of her mattress hard trying to think straight as she licked the length of me and began sucking on my head like a lollipop

"Fuck! May!" I groaned biting my mouth to try and shut me up "ummmm may... Uhh! Fuck may!" I groaned getting close already she took the rest of me to my base and sucking hard "holy fuck! May!! Oh my god! May slow down please I'm gonna-" I groaned desperately

"You really want me to stop?" She smirked kissing up and down my shaft

"No... But can I owe you enough to do something else?" I asked

"Okay" she giggled slipping off her dress sitting on my lap and kissing me...

I smirked in another world laying in Mays bed I smiled wrapping my arms around her tightly and kissing up and down her neck and arm "hi" I smiled

"Hi" she smiled giving me a little kiss "you should get going your mum will worry" she says

"Okay" I smiled giving her another kiss and getting out of bed and getting my clothes on "so... How much do I owe anyway? With my discount?" I asked as I got dressed

"Hummm" she giggled getting something and making a note she wrapped up the paper with or of what I didn't see and she slipped it in my jacket pocket as she handed it to me getting up and putting her dress back on "see you later Jake" she smiled giving me a kiss

"See you later may" I smiled

"Y/n" she smiled "my name's y/n"

"Okay see you later y/n" I smiled kissing her sweet lips and heading out to the street. I blushed hard as I walked down the street a permanent blush on my cheeks but unable to stop smiling after everything we did and I checked my pocket it was a little rolled but of paper, I opened it up seeing the money I have her today and the note read

'you owe me dinner Jake, love you xxx"

I blushed hard noticing the number at the bottom so I got my phone putting it in and putting the money back in my pocket

"Hello?" She asks

"Hi Hun, I love you too" I smiled

"Awww, wanna come back for waffles?' she asks

"On my way Hun" I smiled

#tbs #thomas sangster #tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas sangster smut #sangster imagine #tbs smutty #accused #bbcaccused #bbcaccusd #jakemurry #jake murry #jake smut #jake murray #thomasbrodiesangster #thomassangster #thomas #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangser imagine #thomas sangster x reader

[yandere-daydreams]

Since requests are open, could we get a Deku with a chronically ill darling? To where maybe he started off as your caregiver (no quirk AU) and slowly finds himself in love?? Hits close to home. I love your work, btw!!!

Alright, I kinda translated heroes or doctors/caretakers, so… roll with it, everyone. I make the rules here.

TW: Emotional Manipulation, Non-Consensual Drugs, Implied Rape

In the morning, Izuku woke you up with a kiss.

It was a subtle, soft gesture, more often on the forehead than the lips and rarely anywhere lower. He’d always be smiling, grinning, just so happy to have you close enough to touch, close enough to care for properly. You never argued against it. Sometimes you didn’t want a kiss, some sometimes you didn’t want to wake up while the air was still chilled and before the sun had a chance to rise, but you’d never tell Izuku that.

He was your doctor. Doctors cared for their patients. If he did something, it was obviously for your benefit.

After that, he’d give you a small, orange pill, and you would wonder what it was supposed to help. You had medication, medication that worked, but Izuku insisted that it was necessary, going on about how your condition was getting worse, or the symptoms your showing, or how he thought you’d been a little stressed, lately. At first, you refused to take it. But, when it became apparent he’d just crush whatever you were supposed to take up and mix it into your drink, you figured it would be better to see what you were swallowing, at least.

The rest of the morning would be filled with domestic, trivial tasks, none of which were particularly important. He’d carry you into a shower, washing your hair and lathering you in affectionate touches, saying that this was normal for couples, normal for caregivers. You’d sit at the table as he made breakfast, chatting idly about which wing he was working that day, how that sweet nurse who’s always snuck you an extra dessert was doing, whatever came to mind. Letting him feed you by hand was never something you remembered agreeing to, but Izuku didn’t have to ask, for these things. He knew you got sore when you moved too much, this was just his way of making sure you weren’t in pain.

It’s why you weren’t allowed to walk, either. Because your legs might give out, you’d fall and hit your head, or they’d… apostrophy? Amputee?

Atrophy. You were never great with the terminology.

You’d be tired again, at that point, and Izuku would take you back to bed, laying you down and laughing as you clung to his arm and attempted to drag him down with you. He told you he’d be home soon, but you would still whine as he got dressed, only giving-in to your own exhaustion when he kissed you good-bye. He’d leave two white pills out on the bedtable, to take if you woke up while he was gone. You never remembered taking them, but they were always gone at the end of the day.

You weren’t sure how long his shifts lasted, sometimes eight hours, sometimes sixteen, with the occasional twenty-four hour emergency. Part of you knew it wasn’t healthy to sleep that much, but you never felt like you had. There were still bags under your eyes, your body constantly heavy and on the verge of collapsing, even if Izuku promised you were ‘flourishing’ under his care. You certainly weren’t healthy when you’d come to him, but you were never this… tired, either. And yet, anytime you found yourself staring at the mirror a little too hard for a little too long, you just reminded yourself Izuku was taking care of you.

This was probably just part of the recovery process. He warned you this might happen, when he offered to switch you into a more personal program, so he must know what he’s going.

When you woke up (for the second time, you think), the sun would be setting, Izuku at your side and unconscious, more often than not. You would curl into him, simply playing with his hair until he woke up, when he grudgingly took another shower and discarded the less than sanitary scrubs he’d come home in. It’d take some effort for him to move on with his day, getting him out of bed something more easily said than done with a man who lugged you around like a toddler carrying his favorite stuffed animal. It’d take coaxing, promises of an entire night of holding each other, but eventually, you get him out of bed. It might just be the monotony, but… god, you’re not sure how anyone can like sleeping, anymore.

Sometimes he helped you change, sometimes he didn’t. You used to do it yourself, relishing in the simple joy of dividing your day into two different outfits, but after Izuku pointed out how strenuous it must be to do something like that all on your own, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the fight, and… your arms kinda hurt, anyway.

Dinner was already prepped and cooked within the next half an hour. It was the one time you were allowed a few minutes in the kitchen, if only to see the locked cabinets and all the cutlery you weren’t allowed to use, Izuku having deemed them ‘too dangerous’ for unsteady hands. This time was also when he let himself talk about you, about how much he loved you, about how well you were doing with him, about how beautiful you whenever he got to see you. It always almost always a tangent, a sleepy ramble that didn’t require a response. You wouldn’t provide one, either way. You’d just sit and listen, trying to ignore all the times he mentioned adding something to your IV, or when he’d laugh about weak you'd be, without him.

You never really liked dinner.

Izuku would spend an hour or two doing chores (you’d offer to help, but any tasks he gave you were more out of pity than a genuine desire for you to help), and if he was feeling lazy and affection, there’d be more cuddling. You were allowed to read or watch something or play on one of his old hand-helds, the kind you didn’t know they even made anymore. Izuku was content to rest his chin in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin, occasionally commenting on whatever you were doing. Whenever it looked like things were going to escalate, Izuku feeling a little more playful and energetic and loving that day, he’d give you a big, round, squishy pill. That one was always your favorite, out of everything he’d give you.

Izuku was happier than usual, when you woke up the next morning. 

And you were happy for him.

But, normally, he’d carry you to bed, kissing your nose or rubbing your cheeks together or doing something sickeningly sweet before laying down at your side. When he first switched to home-care, there’d been physical therapy, Izuku helping you to stretch and maintain some of the mobility you used to have. There wasn’t, now, Izuku just saying you didn’t have to move, not if he was there to take care of you. You were just left to lie awake until the sun rose and Izuku, once again, woke you up with a kiss.

You used to think about how your life had been, how doctors didn’t kiss their patients, or keep a four-digit code on their medicine-cabinets, or cry when their clients mentioned wanting a second opinion. When your mind was clear and you didn’t think Izuku was attempting to read your thoughts, you would start to wonder if you’d ever told your family where you were, or how long it’d been since you’d talked to someone besides the physician who probably wasn’t supposed to get so excited when you came down with something incapacitating. You’d mull over everything he said, everything he did, every lingering touch and needy kiss, and in the end…

You’d tell yourself not to think about it.

Izuku was a doctor, and you were his patient. He was trying to help you, he had to be trying to help you.

Even if you only seemed to be getting so, so much more helpless.

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[incandescent-eden]

31 Days of Horror: Breath (24)

I would love to do more work on the demon universe, so I had a lot of fun writing this piece!

Total word count: 1250

TW / CW: scopophobia, demons, references to sickness / illness, religious (Christian) imagery, pregnancy mentions

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The light poured in through the thin slats of the closet.

Butters circled Willow, whining softly. Her puffy tail wagged in confusion. Daisy was still sleeping, her cheek pressed against Willow’s shoulder.

“Will?” Kevin’s voice was cracked and dry. He kept asking for Willow, the sound reverberating throughout the house.

“Will, please, I need help.” He certainly sounded desperate.

“I’m sick. You know that, Will.” His voice echoed as much as the coughs before. The low rumble at the back of his throat bounced as if trying to escape from his body.

“You promised. Through sickness and health, ey?”

That was before, thought Willow. Daisy made a small sound but remained asleep. Better she didn’t see what Kevin had become.

“Come on, Will. Don’t do this…”

The creaky stair squealed as Kevin’s voice got louder. “Will, please, I want to talk.”

Hearing these words, Willow tensed. Her heart pounded, and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the way they clenched her chest and squeezed so hard that Willow’s blood rushed to her ears, like one of those squishy stress balls she used to own in college. She held her breath, trying to tamp down the guilt that sloshed up her throat in cold waves.

“You promised!” Kevin’s footsteps were audible now. 

You promised! The words taunted Willow. Icy guilt built up in her throat and spread through her lungs and her internal organs until her skin froze from the inside outward.

She remembered how it used to feel, back before she made the talking rule. How the cold used to be a steaming bitterness, curling inward and consuming her from within, and she was so desperate to make it stop that the anger would solidify and wrap itself around her tongue and she would blow up at Kevin because no, she didn’t want to talk, can’t he see she was miserable and he did it?

“Don’t act like this, please. What will Daisy think?”

I’m sorry, she had said in the morning when she had calmed down.

We need to tell each other things, Kevin had agreed. Let’s promise to talk to each other, alright?

When she first found out she was pregnant with Daisy, Willow stopped talking to Kevin for a week. She could hear his voice, echoing in her ears, reminding her that they needed to communicate. Remembered their vows, how they promised to always talk with each other. Daisy, Willow decided, would never have to be filled with hurt to the point of bursting. They would set a good example for her.

The door to the guest bedroom opened with a small whine. Even the light through the slats was gone now, bathing Willow in darkness.

And then, all at once, she was flooded with light, as the closet doors were thrown open behind her.

Instinctively, she yelped, tightening her grip on Daisy’s body. The wall on the inside of the closet was white. Kevin cast a shadow such a violent puce that Willow felt it splatter over her crouching form. She shielded Daisy’s head, one hand on her daughter’s hair.

“Will…” Kevin croaked. “Please…”

Shakily, Willow stood, her legs aching from having crouched for the past - minutes? Was it really only minutes?

Daisy’s hair was sticky. She was warm to the touch.

“Don’t ignore me, Will.” His voice was soft. Pleading. You promised.

Willow turned, holding her breath. Held in the reflex to gasp.

Kevin looked worse than he had mere minutes ago. His chest heaved, up and down as white plumes of smoke circled around him, in and out of his nostrils and his mouth. His usually golden tan skin was sallow, dark eyes rimmed with red. He could have been crying, although it was impossible to tell whether that was truly Kevin or a trick of the thing possessing him. Maybe he had been crying. Hopefully.

The smoke flashed every so often, blinking with a shifting multitude of red eyes that vanished and appeared in shimmering, distinct configurations, all of them staring hungrily at Willow.

At her feet, Butters growled. The eyes of the demon did not change their focus.

“You don’t look so well,” Willow said cautiously. Daisy shifted in her arms, her eyes still shut. She drooled onto Willow’s shoulder.

“I don’t feel so well,” Kevin laughed. His voice fluttered, ripped through by a distorted cough. Crimson eyes and white smoke exploded like shrapnel from his mouth, joining the shape of the form which he continually breathed.

Breathed in, breathed out. The cloudy mass of the demon had grown twice as large in a matter of seconds.

Its bright eyes shone hungrily.

“Let me put Daisy down to bed first, okay?” Willow inched to the side, trying not to move her arms at all. Daisy mumbled something in her sleep while Kevin moved closer. “You should go lie down. I’ll be with you in a second. Okay?”

“I’ll go with you,” Kevin blocked the door, one hand on the frame. His chest heaved as more and more eyes appeared.

“You’re sick,” Willow replied. “You said so yourself. We don’t want Daisy to get sick, too.”

“She won’t,” Kevin said, voice hoarse. The dark circles under his eyes, gray against his gaunt skin, were tinged with the same red as the big red eyes that continued to watch Willow.

“I would be much more comfortable if you just laid down. Daisy’s feeling a bit warm already,” Willow said smoothly. The car keys were by the front door. She could outrun Kevin in his current state, even holding a baby, but strapping Daisy into the car seat, actually driving away… “Just go to our room, go rest.”

The eyes that almost consumed Kevin stared on and on, glowing with greed. Willow clutched Daisy like a crucifix, steeling herself against their gaze.

“I ins-”

“No, I insist,” said Willow, stepping back quickly as Kevin stumbled forward.

More eyes appeared when Kevin coughed, spilling out over his hands, over his curved back.

The door lay open behind Kevin, spewing more and more of that smoky white form and those leering eyes.

Willow bolted.

Kevin’s outstretched hand, fingernails stained red with tiny blinking eyes, barely missed Willow’s arm. He ended up grasping at air instead, as he stumbled, wheezing, into the hallway behind her.

The guilt curled around Willow’s heart, squeezing and fighting against the relief she felt when, out of the corner of her eye, as she rounded the corner onto the stairs, Kevin tripped and fell over the dashing form of Butters.

Willow didn’t dare breathe lest it slow her down.

Daisy, on the other hand, started screaming. Her cries echoed throughout the house while Willow grabbed the keys.

Vaguely, Willow registered Butters’s barking and Kevin’s groans of pain, the eyes that continued to follow her, as she fumbled with Daisy’s squirming in the baby seat in the back of the car.

The seatbelt clicked.

Willow was on the highway by the time she remembered she had left the front door of the house open. Poor Butters might have run out the door. That was dangerous.

Her shoulder was soaked from Daisy’s tears.

She drove onward, listening to the sounds of cars rushing by as she continued to drive, her daughter’s soft breathing indicating Daisy had once again fallen asleep.

You promised, Kevin’s accusation echoed in her mind. Bitterness like smoke swirled inside her, pushing and pushing until every breath hurt.

Red-rimmed, glistening eyes stared back at her from her own rearview mirror.

#writeblr #horror #31 days of horror #demons #horror fiction #tw: scopophobia #tw: sickness #tw: pregnancy mention #tw: religious imagery #original fiction #original story #reevie writes #original writing #okok I know this is late BUT I was really really excited about this story so I really wanted to do it! #I wanted an OC named Daisy so badly #so here's my compromise!

[tysonrunningfox]

Open Flames: Chapter 20

Also known as...the epilogue

Ao3 

If I asked Fuse what her favorite part of our honeymonth was, I’d guess it was when I told my mom to ‘go away’ a little less than charitably because she thought she could interrupt our second day of wedded bliss to ask some question about some random thing that Acting Chief Hiccup could obviously handle.  If Fuse asked me the same question, I’d probably say what happened immediately after I told my mom to ‘go away’, because that was a memorable way to accidentally knock the weapons rack off of the wall and then realize no one could yell at us because it is our wall. 

If this hypothetical conversation happened in the first few days after the wedding, in that wave of the novelty of true, uninterruptible privacy that momentarily made Fuse do her best and mostly succeed to forget that she was pretty miserably pregnant, my answer would have garnered an enthusiastic response.  Any other time in the last month she probably would have rolled her eyes and asked me to rub her feet. 

Which I would have done.  Happily.  Without question. 

As always, I’d do anything to make Fuse safer or better. 

But this morning, when she assured me that burning Snoggletog breakfast didn’t make her sick while her hands curled into white-knuckled balls of pain at her side, there was nothing I could do.  She told me to get the midwife with the same even voice she uses to guide shaky hands into building bombs, and I did it, moving mechanically like she always wants me to around explosives. 

All day, for the first time, I haven’t been able to stop what’s hurting her.  My axe hanging useless on the crooked weapons rack, fists clenched against the urge to try and take control of the uncontrollable. 

“Does he need to wait outside?”  The midwife asks, yanking me out of my panic, and Fuse – Fuse, who I put into this situation – has the gall to look worried about me for a mortifying second.  “If he forgot how to move, I can get Arvid to drag him out by his toes.” 

Not a good look for a Chief. Or a man.

Or a dad. 

“Fuck,” I swear at the situation. At the house. At myself.  At the obligation to compose my face, to be a Chief, to be there for Fuse even when I want to apologize over and over every time I see the contents of one of those medical buckets.  “I’m good.  I’m good.” 

And then Fuse is breaking my hand and the midwife is encouraging her and then silence.  The worst thing I’ve ever heard. 

It stretches.  Seconds.  Years.  Eons. 

My useless axe couldn’t cut the tension.

My knees shake. 

Then there’s a cry. 

A baby’s cry. 

A shrill, instantly recognizable cry that makes me want to get that axe and face outwards from the doorway, but I can’t, because the baby is wrapped in a blanket and shoved hastily in my arms while the midwife works. 

“It’s a girl,” she says, offhand, like it’s not the most important thing she’ll ever say. 

And the silence in my head is the loudest, longest, beat of my life, looking down at that red little face. 

The baby’s furious.  Beyond pissed. 

I get it.

Hel, I just spent a month with nothing but Fuse and after being forced into the world I feel like sobbing.  And I have distractions. 

There’s something Fuse-like in the twist of the little girl’s anger.  Something righteous and unhinged and the weight of my two Fuse’s slams into my chest like a battering ram. 

I don’t remember sagging down against the wall, bundle in my arms. I don’t remember crying. I just know I have to wipe tears from my eyes when I hear the second cry, this one higher pitched as a wriggling, arching little thing is wrapped in another blanket.

“Another girl,” the midwife says, holding the screaming bundle in my direction. 

“You mean,” I jump upright as carefully as I can, still supporting myself on the wall, scared to take even a hand off of the bundle in my arms, “both? I—”

“You’re going to have to get used to having your hands full,” she adjusts my arms with brusque, bloody hands and sets the second baby in them. 

In theory, she pats my shoulder in a matronly way. I theoretically feel it and nod like her words made some kind of sense.  In practice, I float, lost in two tiny, indignant faces I almost recognize. 

Here they are. 

After all that, here they are. 

“Hand me the older one,” the midwife prompts and I reflexively shake my head, holding both bundles closer to my chest.  Her eyes are irritated but kind as she raises an eyebrow, “she needs to eat.  Unless you were intending to feed her.” 

“I’ll feed her,” I insist mindlessly.  “How—I mean, how do I feed her?” 

“By handing her to your wife, Chief.”  The midwife says the title like a mild admonishment, and I flush. 

“Right.  I knew that.  I know that.”  I reluctantly allow her to take the older twin, clutching the younger one to my chest as I appear by the bed, my feet insubstantial against the floor as I allow myself to take in the scene. 

Fuse.  Obviously exhausted, pink hair stuck to her face, head back against a pile of pillows. A baby in her arms, expression placid and overwhelmed as she listens to the midwife and tries to position the squirming bundle against her chest. 

I clear my throat.  She glances at me and there’s all that understanding, all that coping, all that resilience that’s always left behind after the blast.  It’s all familiar, all such a relief that I can barely breathe as I sit on the edge of the bed before my quaking knees dump me on my ass. 

The older twin goes to sleep after she eats, a squishy little bundle with red-brown hair tucked under Fuse’s arm as I reluctantly hand over the younger girl, her hair just starting to show blonde where it’s brushed clean on the blanket.  I was hoping for pink, but she has Fuse’s nose and I don’t remember the last time I was this lost for words.

Probably when I was our babies’ age and didn’t know any words. 

Gods, they don’t know any words. I have to teach them everything and keep them safe and I cradle my head in my hands, trying not to dwell on how easy it’s going to be to mess up. 

“I’m going to let you two get settled while I go tell your families,” the midwife starts picking up her supplies and I sit upright. 

“You’re leaving?”  I fumble for the words, “does that—what if—it’s over?”  I look at Fuse, all three of my Fuses, impossibly safe and tired and terrifying, because of how much they need me.  Because all that’s left in me is how much I need them. 

“Unless you think there’s a third.”  The midwife raises that eyebrow at me, and I get the feeling she’s thinking about moving to some other island with a chief who makes sense.  “I’ll be back.” 

“You’re alright.”  I let myself say it once the heavy front door is shut and we’re alone, let the relief bleed around it, let my hand shake now that I can’t drop anything. 

“That’s one word for it,” Fuse mutters under her breath, but my expression makes her pause and she sighs, shifting a bit uncomfortably, “I will be.  Just…a long day.” 

“Why?”  I snort even though I don’t think it’s explicitly a joke, scooting a little closer and barely biting back a sigh of relief when she lifts her head for me to slip my arm behind it, like she doesn’t hate me even after what I just put her through.  “Been busy?”

“A little bit.”  She glares at me, eyes blue fire, and that’s the same too, like I really managed not to lose any of her in the multiplication. 

“I’ll trade you for the next one,” I glance between the two babies, still more than a little in awe of how persistently they’re existing here, “I can do the hard part while you freak out and the midwife makes fun of you.” 

“Next one?”  She huffs, intact eyebrow raised. 

“I was operating under the impression that the grumpiness was supposed to end when you weren’t pregnant anymore,” I joke, kissing her forehead, happy pang in my stomach when that little blonde head nestles against my chest. 

“To be fair, I said I’d be grumpy as long as I couldn’t see my toes,” she leans back against my arm a little harder, circles under her eyes prominent as the other baby fusses, less furious than before, little hand fisting in the blanket. 

I glance at Fuse’s foot peeking out from the blankets and laugh, “and you haven’t looked yet?” 

“I don’t intend to.”  She almost laughs, breathy and exhausted as she leans a little harder into my side.  The older twin fusses again, bordering on a cry. “Can you take her?”  She asks, a little unsure of herself, holding the little blonde bundle like some rare and exciting mineral she hasn’t worked with before, but believes will combust especially impressively. 

“Sure.  Yeah.”  I nod, apologizing at least a dozen times under my breath throughout the clumsy shuffle as Fuse adjusts the blankets and picks up the older baby, steady hand gentle against the back of her neck. 

My hands feel too big, too rough, ill-equipped and shaky as my thumb brushes a blonde curl away from a tiny furrowed eyebrow.  Fuse’s eyebrow as if it had never been burned, focused on something no one else can see. 

“Gods, she looks like you,” Fuse mumbles, looking down at the older twin in her arms, temple on my chest. 

“Are you kidding me?”  I kiss the top of her head, “did you hear her screaming?  All you.” 

“This is your morning face,” she insists, “exactly.” 

I look down at the babies, the older one’s grumpy face and the younger one’s blonde curls, seeing Fuse in every twitch of tiny fingers. 

“We have to name them,” I say a bit slowly, awkwardly, trying not to show how nervous I’ve been for this part.  It’s obvious that Fuse picks up on it anyway because she kisses my shirt and sighs, settling in for a conversation she’s obviously too tired to want to have.  “I can’t keep referring to them as ‘older’ and ‘younger’ in my head.” 

“One and two?”  She offers and I shake my head. 

“Of course, when I have my first opportunity to mess a kid up for life, I double down.”  I can’t imagine shoving some of my own generational baggage down onto either of the nameless girls’ beautiful, wrinkled faces.  I’m not going to lie, I feel like I’ve gotten off the hook a little bit because Eret IV, Hiccup IV, and Stoick III are all out of the running just due to gender. 

“Sounds like you,” Fuse wakes up enough to mull the problem over properly, “they don’t look like Nuts to me.” 

“Do twins names have to go together?  Like a set?”  I love how our house feels like an extension of my mind, like anything I think, I can say out loud and it’ll find purchase, not judgement.  “Thunder and Drum.  Or rhyme?  Inga and Helga.”  Nothing sounds right, and Fuse agrees from the way she shifts, silence heavy, shoulder digging into my ribs.  “Purchase,” I gesture to the baby in her arms, “and Free Gift The Merchant Threw In For A Loyal Customer.” 

“That’s a little wordy.” 

“Maybe we should work off your name?”  I don’t bring up mine and she doesn’t either and I love her so much I don’t know where to put it all.  I’m glad for the girls to collect the love that feels like it’s spilling over.  “Fuse, Grenade, and Aftershock.  Casing and Powder.  Blast and Shrapnel.” 

She snorts half a tired laugh before sitting up a little straighter, “wait, Shrapnel.” 

“I was kidding.” 

“I’m not,” she tickles a chubby foot that has escaped the blanket bundle on my lap, “she is the second wave of destruction after the explosion.” 

“Fuse and Shrapnel.”  I mull it over and nod, “I like it.  Halfway done.” 

“The easy half,” she bounces the little girl in her arms. 

“Just because Shrapnel is a side effect of an explosion doesn’t mean she’s not destructive,” I chide gently, that heavy bond in my chest deepening when I look at the baby on my lap and tie a name to her. 

“No, I—whatever we choose has to sound good with Chief in front of it.” 

“Oh.”  I swallow, “I hadn’t thought of that.” 

“The future Chief of Berk,” Fuse says quietly, messing with chubby fingers until the baby girl’s face furrows. 

I want to deflect.  To say something stupid about how Shrapnel could stage a coup at any time.  I want to tell Fuse that she doesn’t have to worry about that now, just how I want to tell her that she doesn’t have to worry about the mantle of Chief’s wife. 

But she’s right.  And as much as I hate needing it, especially now, her support makes the hazy future feel possible. 

How much can I really mess up this dad thing if Fuse is helping me? 

“So, it’s got to be easy to pronounce,” I swallow hard, “you know how Christians have problems with Viking names.” 

“And it has to be strong.  If she looks like you this much already, of course she’s going to be strong.” 

I don’t see any of my scrawny, freckled mess in the baby’s perfect little face, but it’s not the time to argue. 

“I hope she’s smarter than me,” I rest my cheek on Fuse’s head, “a little quicker on the uptake, maybe.  Some of your common sense couldn’t hurt.” 

“So, something with some strength, some wisdom.”  A smile leaks into her voice, the kind of sly smile that usually only follows billowing smoke and destruction, “something that looks good in an Edda claiming victory over an enemy.” 

“There are a few Sigrids in my family tree,” I offer, “victorious, wise, easy for Christians to pronounce as they run away screaming.”  

“Sigrid Haddock, Heir to the throne of Berk,” Fuse whispers like she’s scared to say it louder, like I’m not the only one who feels like I’m going to wake up to some other, worse reality.  “How do we make it official?” 

“I think I just tell Rolf to write it down,” I kiss her ear, the top of her head, trying to communicate how amazing she is and knowing I’ll never quite get there, “one of the perks of being Chief.” 

Fuse hums in agreement, half asleep, and I’m settling in for a shift as her dedicated pillow when the front door swings open and the midwife steps inside, asking how Fuse is doing and leading a small group of people along with her.

Tuffnut is first, holding a stuffed Zippleback toy half his size with a white knuckled grip and a worried expression that I recognize as similar to my own before I realized that Fuse was ok.  My mom is white faced but excited, eyes widening when she sees the baby on my lap.  My dad is with her, also searching for the babies, counting really, like he also doesn’t trust the good news until he catalogs everyone. 

Hiccup trails behind a little bit, as unsure if he’s invited as his name is in my head, and I kiss the top of Fuse’s head as I wiggle my arm out from behind her, standing slowly, carefully, Shrapnel’s tiny body more precious and fragile than anything I’ve ever held. 

“Can you shut the door?”  I ask when the Snoggletog wind whips through the room, trying not to panic when the gust of cold makes Shrapnel’s face screw up as she lets out a single, indignant cry.  “It’s ok,” I bounce her like I’ve seen Rolf do, but it doesn’t seem to cheer her up any, “your grandpa is shutting the door.” 

“On it,” he says too quickly, and if I weren’t so busy trying to prevent my baby from crying, I’d comment on how Hiccup sounds like he’s about to join in. 

“Two healthy baby girls,” the midwife assures as the door clicks shut and my dad tosses a log on the fire without me having to ask, “one healthy mom.” 

Mom. 

Fuse is a mom. 

It’s the first time I’ve heard it and I look up at her, again searching for some sort of change, something that’s getting away from me.  But she’s still Fuse, thanking her dad for the Zippleback and rolling her eyes when he ruffles her hair. 

“One overwhelmed new dad,” Hiccup jokes and I nod, willingly admitting to that much. 

Dad. 

I’m a dad.  It’s different when people say it out loud. 

“Do you want to hold her?”  I ask, glancing at Fuse to double check that it’s ok, but she’s already handed off Sigrid to her dad, who’s cooing enthusiastically over her and saying something about the chaos she’ll cause. 

“Y—Absolutely,” Hiccup nods and I carefully rest my daughter—I have a daughter.  I have two daughters—in his arms. 

“Hold her head.” 

“Of course,” he says, humoring me, even as Mom steps up beside him and gives me a fond, exasperated smile. 

“He has held a baby before.” 

“You haven’t been a dad before,” he tells her gently, voice low as he rocks Shrapnel, “he’s got to be protective, he can’t help it.” 

“She’s beautiful.”  When Mom looks between her husband and me, there’s a ghost of that old ‘what if’ I used to hate on his face, but now it just makes me think about what it would have felt like not to be able to hold my baby the second they came into the world.  “Older or younger?”

“Younger,” I nod, “by all of a few minutes, so I don’t know how much it matters but…” 

“It’ll matter to them,” my dad points out, very carefully taking Sigrid from Tuffnut and smiling at her. 

“Ruffnut never forgave me for beating her on the way out,” Tuffnut shakes his head, “you’ve got a long life of guilt trips ahead of you, little miss.”  He frowns, “assuming this one is the girl twin.” 

“They’re both girls,” I correct him, risking the few steps of distance from my parents to stand next to Fuse, hand on her shoulder. 

“Yeah, but which one’s the boy?”  He asks and Fuse sighs, exhausted. 

“Dad, there’s no boy.” 

“But they’re twins.”  Tuffnut looks around the room confused and for the first time today, the midwife is looking at someone other than me like they’re the dumbest person on Midgard. 

“Twins who are both girls,” Hiccup cradles the head, like I asked, as he hands Shrapnel carefully to my mom. 

“Yeah, but which one’s the boy?” 

“Neither,” I say, the room feeling a little smaller than it did a few minutes ago.  A little more cramped.  “Because they’re both girls.” 

“No, really,” he laughs, “which one’s the boy?” 

I look down at Fuse, her pale face barely sustaining her irritated expression, and sometimes, the Chief mantle isn’t as heavy as I feared it would be. 

“Ok, everybody out,” I clap my hands together before reaching out towards my dad, “baby please.” 

“I’m just asking—”

“Tuffnut,” I nudge my chin towards the door as I accept Sigrid, “get out of my house.” 

“Mom needs her rest,” the midwife is finally my ally, helping me herd the extra family towards the door. 

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” My mom asks, hesitant to hand Shrapnel over. 

“I’m good,” I insist, feeling overwhelmed but symmetrical when she sets the baby in my free arm.  

“Come on,” Hiccup takes her hand and tugs, and I don’t know what to do with how easy it is for him to be on my side right now, but I’m glad for it, “let’s get back to the feast, I have a lot to brag about.” 

“If you’re sure—”

“He’s sure,” Dad helps move her towards the door and then we’re alone again.  The four of us. 

My family within the family. 

Fuse yawns, scooting down in bed a bit with a wince that makes my chest hurt. 

“Get some rest,” I look down at the babies in my arms, both of their eyes closed, their barely there weight soothing.  “I’ve got this for a while.” 

“You could put them down and come rest with me,” she offers, already comfortable in the center of the bed and I smile. 

“Maybe later,” I shrug, barely, my always moving hands finally forced still like Fuse is always trying to do.  “I’ve got a lot to tell these girls, might as well get started.” 

“They need to sleep too,” she says like she feels like she has to, but she’s looking at me with a soft, hazy expression I can’t possibly deserve before she yawns again. 

“I’m not stopping them.”  I adjust my grip and Sigrid’s little hand escapes the blanket, fingers curling reflexively against my shirt.  “They like my voice, remember?” 

“I love you,” she says, quiet and sleepy, tugging the blankets further around her shoulders. 

“Love you too.”  I’m not sure if she hears me, because her light snores start almost immediately, chest rising and falling evenly under the covers. 

I walk to the small front window, mostly to check on the snow, but the torchlight in the village catches my eye.  My village. 

I look down at my daughters.  Our village. 

“This is Berk,” I whisper, swallowing hard and watching the fluffy snow drift towards the ground, casting shadows across my babies’ faces when it passes in front of the moon.  “Our home for eight—well, nine generations.  It snows so much that the only way you can really tell that it’s winter is when you haven’t seen the sun for the better part of a month.  The food is…mostly mutton, I’m not going to lie to you.  Lots of mutton now that we have fewer dragons than ever, but that’s alright, the ones sticking around are family.” 

I’m unsure what to do with the feeling that this day, this conversation, this moment is the first of many, not part of a countdown, but I’m glad for the change. 

#eret iii #festerverse #that's all folks #open flames #sigrid and shrapnel haddock #are my life

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This Thing Called Love (part seven)

Summary: When Shawn meets dancer Kellie in Toronto, he falls for her—hard. But Kellie has an invisible disability and thinks it’s impossible that someone could really love her the way she is.

Author’s note: PHEW things are getting good. The usual disclaimer: I have multiple chronic illnesses that are similar to Kellie’s, but not the exact same health conditions she has, so I apologize if I get anything wrong.

Warnings: language? just once lol

Word count: 2k

Kellie and Shawn didn’t talk to each other for two full weeks. It wasn’t for lack of trying on his part; Shawn continued texting her and calling her and trying to connect with her, but Kellie thought it was better to just make a clean break. It would be better in the long run for both of them.

Shawn had gotten Mackenzie’s number at some point during the summer (something Mackenzie had been way too excited about at the time), and he was using it now. Each evening, Mackenzie would show Kellie the latest texts.

Can you tell Kellie to call me?

Has Kellie said anything to you?

Ask Kellie what I did wrong.

“That boy’s in loooooove,” Mackenzie said, delighted, at first. But she got a little more exasperated as the days dragged by and the summer started to wane. “Kellie, this is just cruel,” she finally said. “Why won’t you date him? Because you think he’ll be scared away if he sees your health issues up close?”

Kellie shrugged uncomfortably and looked away.

“You could at least tell him that instead of just leaving him hanging. See what he says,” Mackenzie said, pursing her lips disapprovingly. But Kellie just shrugged again.

Shawn wasn’t the only one who was suffering. Stress affected chronic migraines, making them worse, and Kellie got so sick during those two weeks she almost forgot about Shawn altogether. The second week, she was only able to go to work one day; the other four days, she was at home in the darkness, lying in bed and periodically running to the bathroom to throw up.

 She’d gotten used to texting Shawn when she felt bad. But that wasn’t an option anymore. At least, that’s what Kellie kept telling herself.

 “I can’t do this,” she sobbed on the phone to her mom one Friday night. “I’m going to lose my jobs.”

 “Slow down,” her mom said. Kellie’s family lived an hour away, more north of Atlanta, so Kellie’s mom could no longer help take care of her when she flared up. Mackenzie had brought home groceries that day and Shelby had gotten Kellie’s prescriptions for her, but they were out with friends now. And Kellie didn’t want to burden them any further, anyway. She’d been upfront with them about her health issues when they decided to all move in together, but they weren’t obligated to babysit her.

 “But I am,” Kellie said. She wiped at her eyes. “Going to lose my jobs, I mean. I can’t work, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything.”

 “Is this at all related to Shawn?” her mom asked. “You haven’t mentioned him lately.”

 Kellie sighed. She’d told her mom (who had never heard of Shawn) about the music video, of course, and had vaguely said that she was staying in touch with Shawn and liked him a lot. But that was all her mother knew.

 “I mean, we haven’t talked in a couple of weeks. But it’s not a big deal.” That second part was a lie. “I’m way more worried about how I can pay rent. I can only call out of work sick so many times.” That, unfortunately, was the truth.

 But somehow, she woke up the next morning feeling better. She was able to keep breakfast down; her migraine was almost completely gone. Kellie rested all day Saturday anyway, to get her energy back up, and went into the dance studio Sunday.

 When she got home, exhausted but feeling a little happier after a few hours of teaching a lyrical workshop, she started pulling ingredients for a smoothie out of the cabinets. Someone knocked on the door, and she wiped her hands and went to get it; Mackenzie and Shelby were both at work, and she didn’t think they were expecting anybody.

 The door swung open and Shawn was standing there.

 Kellie’s first thought was that she looked awful, sweaty and tired with her hair in a messy bun (not the cute kind, but the actually-messy kind). Her second thought, which she said out loud, was, “Mackenzie.”

 Shawn shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked a little. “I like Mackenzie,” he said conversationally.

 “Well, she’s not here,” Kellie snapped, moving to shut the door. She didn’t know if she would have actually closed it in his face, but before it was halfway shut, he had reached out to stop her.

 “Can I come in?” he said, his face serious now. Reluctantly, Kellie nodded.

 Thankfully, the apartment was relatively clean at the moment. Their squishy couch was covered in pink pillows and the kitchen island held a stack of books and a pair of pointe shoes; out the window, you could see the hanging plants Shelby had installed on the balcony, green leaves swinging in the breeze.

 “Cute,” Shawn said, looking around. He slung his backpack to the ground and turned and looked at her, leaning against the counter. “Hi,” he said, his eyes going soft.

 “I’m sorry,” Kellie blurted out. But before she could get anything else out, the door opened again and Mackenzie came flying in.

 “Shit, he’s already here? I thought I was going to get home first,” she exclaimed, breathless. “I was going to prepare you—” She looked at Kellie apologetically.

 “I should have known you would do something like this,” Kellie said with a heavy sigh, glaring at her. Secretly, something inside her had lit up at the sight of Shawn’s face—but she didn’t really want him here, because now she had to face the reality of all her complicated, messy emotions and the things those emotions had made her do.

 “Sorry,” Mackenzie said, not sounding sorry at all. She held up her hand for Shawn to give her a high five.

 “Nice to finally meet you,” he said, sounding amused.

 “Go fix all of your problems,” Mackenzie said. She waved her hands at them in a shoo-ing motion.

 Kellie frowned at her. “Life is not a rom-com. It’s not always that easy.”

 Mackenzie shrugged, patted Shawn on the back, and disappeared into her bedroom with one last bright smile over her shoulder.

 There was a moment of awkward silence. Then Shawn said, “Are you feeling okay today? Do you wanna—go somewhere and talk?”

 “Yeah,” Kellie said shyly, figuring there was no way around it now. “I guess so.”

 She slid her feet into flip-flops and they went down to the parking lot of her apartment complex. On the sidewalk, Shawn rubbed a hand across the back of his neck and said, “Uh, so I might not have totally thought this through. I caught an Uber from the airport and they didn’t stay. Do you… feel well enough to drive?”

 She did giggle then, a real one, and Shawn smiled, obviously encouraged.

 “I guess so,” she said, and she was fishing out her keys when Shawn stopped her with a hand on her arm.

 “Really?” he asked seriously. “Because I don’t want you to feel like you have to say that. And I have a little self-interest here, too, since I’ll be in the car…”

 It was so different from what others said. If Kellie was starting a migraine or getting over one, she didn’t feel as if she could drive safely because of the pain and disorientation the migraines caused. Her friends didn’t always understand that. With Shawn, though, it was like he truly understood what her disability and her life were like—or at least, he was really trying. For the first time, Kellie felt like this might actually work.

 “Yeah,” she said softly, and nodded.

 She drove them to a park ten minutes away, trying not to be embarrassed about her dirty old Toyota, most of the drive spent in silence except for a few questions from Shawn about places they were passing. When they got to the park, they sat down on a picnic bench overlooking the baseball fields where teams were beginning to warm up for a late afternoon game; Shawn sat on the opposite side of the bench from Kellie and twisted the rings on his fingers.

 “So,” he said after a moment. “I want you to talk to me. Really talk to me. Mackenzie told me—some—”

 “Probably too much,” Kellie said with a rueful smile. Her voice sounded hoarse and strange and she cleared her throat. Her stomach was feeling fluttery, but for once that had nothing to do with Celiac.

 “But I want to hear it from you,” he finished. He stopped fidgeting and set his hands flat on the table, looking straight at her. His gaze was a little frantic and a little wistful, but there was a certain steadiness to it, too. “Please.”

 Above them, the wind blew through the leaves; from down the hill came faint yelling and the clang of a baseball hitting a composite bat.

 “Okay,” Kellie said slowly. She licked her lips and looked down at the rough wooden table, then looked back up, latching onto the steadiness in his eyes. “I just—okay. It’s not that I don’t want to see you. I do want to; I want to so badly. But I feel like I can’t. Because…”

 And she went on, describing how she felt as if it was unfair to the other person to try to be in a relationship, because she was constantly canceling plans and resting in bed and too busy caring for herself to think about anybody else. She talked about how she was scared to be with somebody because she thought, even if they said they didn’t care, they would see the real her—Celiac and chronic migraines included—when they started dating, realize everything that entailed, and wouldn’t stay. She explained how her life was unpredictable and how sometimes her physical problems affected her mental health and how she was so used to being alone in her pain she just didn’t know what it would look like to have someone by her side.

 When she finished, Shawn was silent for a moment. Kellie swallowed and wished she’d brought along a bottle of water for her dry throat.

 “You know the thing you left out in all that?” Shawn said softly. Kellie shook her head.

 “I love you,” Shawn said frankly. Kellie stared at him, mute, feeling her eyebrows draw together in something like shock or maybe disbelief.

 “Or, I think I would,” he added, “if I had the chance. And I think love makes all that other stuff not matter. I think, I mean I know, you can’t help that you have health problems, and I think everyone is afraid for someone to see the real them. But I think the real you is what someone should want in a real relationship. And I think… I mean, I know… if you give me a chance, I won’t leave. I’ll stay.”

 Kellie felt tears prick at the back of her eyes and turned away slightly, bringing a hand to her face.

 “Are you upset?” Shawn asked, his voice full of concern. An entire baseball team was walking by them, metal cleats crunching on the sidewalk, but Shawn never took his eyes off of her.

 “No,” she choked out. “I’m happy. I—no one’s ever said anything like that to me before. But I’m still scared.”

 He reached out and gently pried her hand away from her face, taking it in his own.

 “Do you think I’m not scared?” he said, laughing a little, almost incredulous. “Kell, I’m scared too. I’m scared for you to discover the real me. I’m scared my anxiety will get bad again and I’ll shut everyone out. I’m scared of what it might be like to have a relationship that’s inevitably going to be very public. I’m scared because you’re really pretty and I don’t want to say something stupid and sound dumb.”

 Kellie laughed through the tears that were now dropping on her face. She brought her other hand up to wipe them away and cover her eyes, but he captured that one too, not letting her hide.

 “But I think,” he said, low, “we can’t let fear dictate our lives.”

 There was a long moment of silence while all the things they’d said hung in the air.

 “Okay,” Kellie whispered finally, and Shawn looked at her steadily.

 “Okay?” he repeated, and she nodded. He smiled. And then she asked, “Do you have a tissue?”

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Space Husbands

This is what I will be doing for February. Posting fluffy and/or smutty fics. If you were expecting anything better then obviously you haven't seen my main blog.

It had been a long yet fulfilling day for Mateo. He had been working nonstop since the end of the war. He couldn't even enjoy his own wedding because there was so much work to be done. He hadn't even seen his husband outside of the bedroom and there hadn't been much talking when they were both bone tired. Mateo had taken it upon himself to rework the education system to lighten Lotor's load.

At first he was met with resistance since they had such a harsh system for over 10,000 years. It was like pulling teeth to get some of them to admit that while the current framework was effective, it wasn't great for the mental state of some of the softer students. They didn't have as much need for such a militaristic lifestyle anymore and that was a tough adjustment to make.

Lotor had the harder job because he had to oversee everything. He loved being able to live on the home of his forefathers but right now he wanted to resurrect his parents and strangle them for royally fucking everyone over. The fight to end the slave trade was beginning to make him want to murder his advisors. They were slimy nobles that thought they could manipulate Lotor because he was "softer" than his father. They had the audacity to start pressuring Lotor to birth an heir when neither he nor Mateo were ready for children.

Mateo had been shocked to learn that the Galra had the technology to allow same sex couples to have biological children. However he was content just to have his scaly baby, Toby, not feeling like his life was stable enough for a child that needed constant care. Lotor had respected his decision, understanding that Mateo wanted to have time to give their child the love that they would need. And they would be loved, make no mistake.

Mateo had finally gotten around to teaching his first class of students and they were all starry eyed to see the Emperor's husband teaching their class. They adored the white patches all over his fur, one child even gifted him with flowers that now rested proudly on his desk. According to Lotor, the way vitiligo affected his pigmentation made him beautiful and exotic to the Galra, since most of them came in varying shades of purple and blue. To Lotor, Mateo appeared to have had his body worshipped by star light. This obviously flattered Mateo who had always had his skin condition treated as such a negative thing. No one had been able to find the beauty in it aside from his mother, rest her soul.

Now, all Mateo wanted to do was to lie face down in his big fancy bed and sleep for the entire weekend. That was the plan until he woke the pleasurable sensation of a tongue on his back. At first, he thought it was part of a nice dream until he felt familiar run over his chest as that rough tongue traced his spine. He shuddered violently at the feeling, biting his lip to hold in the moan building in his throat. His chest vibrated with contented purrs and another set of purrs joined his.

"You could have at least woken me up," he sighed as the hands on his chest moved lower to massage his stomach.

Lotor let out a throaty chuckle, "But you looked so peaceful. I could not bring myself to interrupt your pleasant dreams."

"Then what do you call this?" Mateo asked as he covered Lotor's hands with his own, bringing one up to kiss the palm the way he knew his husband loved.

The Emperor let out a ragged breath, "Spoiling you as I promised." There was a sharp intake of air Mateo ran his tongue along Lotor's hand, all the way to his middled finger that he took into his mouth with a mischievous smirk. The other hand had moved to his hip, pulling it back until it rested against Lotor's. Mateo played into this and rolled his hips backwards, causing a deep growl to cut through Lotor's purring.

Lotor leaned down to lick and nip at the back of Mateo's neck, earning a sharp gasp, the feel of those fangs lightly scraping against his skin sending heat south. "Oh, how I have missed you," he sighed, kissing Mateo's cheek as he helped him remove his now wrinkled shirt.

Before he could return to that sinfully tempting back, Mateo grabbed Lotor by the neck and dragged him down into a deep kiss, tongues battling for dominance until Mateo finally won as Lotor whimpered in pleasure. When they pulled away, Lotor was breathing heavily, frustrated that his kisses always left him flustered. Mateo smirked amusement before returning to his previous position and wiggled his rear tauntingly.

Lotor growled playfully and yanked Mateo's pants down to his knees, eyes gleaming woth unspoken promises as he took in his spouse's quivering form. Lotor trailed his tongue down from Mateo's neck to the cleft of his ass, stopping to nip in places that made his back arch in pleasure. Mateo balled the sheets in tight fists as he felt large hands spread him open and warm breaths fan over his entrance.

"Lotor!" He gasped.

"Shh, Starlight. Let me taste you," Lotor purred before flicking the tip of his tongue against Mateo' entrance. The half human hybrid moaned and shifted his hips to get closer, inviting his spouse to indulge in what he desired. Who was Lotor to disobey? He pressed his tongue flat against his entranced and teasingly dipped his tongue im for mere moments before taking it out. He reached around and gentlu traced his nails along Mateo's member causing the young man to arch his back in pleasure.

"Keep teasing and I'll get the vibrator," Mateo growled, pressing his forehead against the cool satin pillows.

"Do not tempt me Starlight," Lotor retorted with his own growl, growing impatient as well. Lotor leaned over Mateo's back and retrieved a container of lubricant jelly from his nightstand drawer. Mateo had gained a certain affinity for the squishy cubes in their escapades.

Lotor took one out of the container and squeezed it firmly between his fingers before gently pressing against Mateo's entrance. It quivered as Lotor dutifully worked to get the cube to rest within his spouse, rubbing his stomach when it finally slipped inside.

The lubrication cubes were a neat little invention of Lotor's own creation. They were to go inside the body cool before expanding to fill the passage as it was exposed to the body's heat before melting, leaving Mateo well prepared for Lotor in mere minutes. Of course, it was a very stimulating experience for Mateo and arousing for Lotor to watch his partner squirm from the sensation of something that he'd made specifically for their pleasure. It did all of the work for him and yet he felt like he accomplished this feat himself because in a way he had.

By the time the cube melted, Mateo was a panting mess, almost sobbing for his release. Lotor was all to willing to give it to him as he shed his own clothes in annoyance of their presence. He pressed against Mateo, hissing at the the sensation of their skin finally making contact before guiding himself into the twitching entrance. No matter how many times they joined, it always felt like the first time to Lotor.

Correction, their first time had been full of fumbling fingers and heated kisses but it felt like Lotor had wanted their first time to go. Lotor didn't even get the tio in before Mateo began to tighten around him. He had to put his hands behind his back and squeeze his arms to ground himself. That effort was for nought as Mateo rolled his hips and seated himself fully on Lotor's dick.

"Oh Lotor!" He moaned, arching his back and curling his toes. He yelped when a large hand connected with his ass with an echoing clap. Lotor was breathing heavily to maintain some semblance of control. "That was a dirty move, Starlight."

"What are you gonna do about it Emperor?" Mateo taunted as he wiggled his hips the way Lotor liked, earning a deep growl from his husband.

Lotor responded worh a harsh thrust, setting a brutal pace that caught Mateo completely off guard. Lotor had never been one to go fast and hard, preferring to savor the intimacy of the act rather rush his release but there was no way Mateo was going to complain. Lotoe was bent over his back like, snapping his hips with increased fervour. Mateo could feel homself getting close and he welcomed the release.

Only for him to whine when Lotor slowed to almost a snail's pace with softer thrusts. Lotor raked his tongue over his ear before whispering, "You cum when I feel you have repented." Woth that he sped up again and Mateo welcomed the change of pace, feeling himself nearing the edge once again before Lptor slowed. They continued this way, trying to see who could outlast the other.

It was a tough battle and neither was willing to give in. It wasn't until Lotor's knot began to swell, catching on Mateo's entrance did one of then finally break, "I'm sorry! Forgive me my Emperor!"

Lotor gave a rough chuckle, "Excellent." Mateo thanked him over and over as he sped up once more, allowing Mateo to finish with a loud cry while he continued to pound him into the mattress to meet his own completion as his knot swelled.

Lotor held Mateo to his chest, never slipping out of him as he rolled to allow Mateo to lay on his chest. They were both breathing as though they'd run a marathon and they enjoyed the feeling of each other twitching every now and again in post-coital bliss. Mateo sighed in contentment, "We haven't had this much fun since our wedding night."

Lotor ran his nose along the scar on Mateo's neck in remembrance of that night. "Indeed, I look forward to surpassing that night."

Mateo furrowed his brows at Lotor, "Lotor I have to talk to your advisors tomorrow.

"Not anymore. It appears that you have become ill and need my tender care, so we will not be able to make an appearance," Lotor fave him a mischievous grin as they settled down for the night. "Rest, my Starlight. You must think of your health afterall."

Mateo chuckled at his husband's absurdity but obeyed nonetheless, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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