â THROWN TO THE WOLVES (IX)
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PART FOUR || PART FIVE || PART SIX
PART SEVEN || PART EIGHT || PART TEN
PAIRING â Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Atreides!OC
SUMMARY â Feyd-Rautha focuses on bringing back the spice production to full efficency while his wife plots against The Baron. The ghosts of her past are haunting her in the Arrakeen Palace where her family lived and died.
AUTHORâS NOTE â Itâs written as an usual x Reader fic without describing anything about the Readerâs looks but I still classified it as an OC as well since she is Paul Atreidesâ half-sister. This chapter is quite long so I think the next one will be the last...? Of course I am open to write some additional chapters with these characters in the future đ Thank you everyone supporting my work đđ»đ I don't know when I'll post the next / last chapter. Next week I hope but it might take me more time than usual because I have to catch up with uni work finally lol
WARNINGS â arranged marriage, mentions of sexual activities (no actual smut), violent behaviour, death
WORD COUNT â 8,170
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
THROWN TO THE WOLVES (IX)
Feyd-Rautha was barely able to hide his excitement on that day. Becoming the Governor of Arrakis was a huge deal â not only it proved that he was his uncleâs worthy successor if he was given such responsibility, but also Arrakis remained the most important planet under the Harkonnen rule due to the spice resources. Controlling this planet was like controlling the universe.
Before the official ceremony would begin, he had to deal with the formalities, all dressed up in the accurate black leather attire and pride on his face. Then his wife entered the throne room accompanied by the guards and from that moment he could only focus on her.
Her black leather dressâ design was mimicking his uniformâs one and her face was hidden by the veil made of chains and gemstones. She walked past him and bowed down in front of his uncle. Feyd knew that was the custom but it still made him clench his jaw and blood boil.
She straightened herself and fixed her dress on her abdomen as it was getting too tight in that area. Feyd smirked at the sight of her womb getting visibly swollen with his child. With his heir.
His wife signed the contract about him becoming the new Governor of Arrakis as the Atreides signet ring sparkled on her pinky finger. The truth was, her signature was not required there at all but the Baron loved to humiliate her in this way. However, she managed to do it with such dignity. Feyd wondered if she still felt like an Atreides. That signet ring wasnât leaving her pinky finger at all ever since it had been adjusted to her size.
He wondered if it was a symbol of power for her or did she keep it for sentimental reasons.
Sentiment. That word was new in Feyd-Rauthaâs dictionary. But now, when he watched his wife standing behind him with her hands clasped on her womb, he swore he could feel it.
He couldnât explain most of the things happening inside his body at the sight of her. It was more than plain desire or sexual attraction. In fact, he had had lovers more adventurous than her and surely more experienced. But he had never met a woman like that.
She made him think of his mother, especially now, when she was expecting his child. He wondered what kind of mother she would be. Would she⊠love⊠his son? Or would he be another pawn in her court games�
His mother was cold and distant but only recently Feyd had realised it was no reason to kill her. Was it possible that some part of him regretted it? His uncle had manipulated him into doing something he couldnât truly understand back in the day â an act impossible to undo and sealing his murderous fate.
But even his mother had never touched him so gently like his wife. And he knew that it was weak to crave that but he did â he craved more from her and her only. He would kill anyone looking at her the wrong way but she could disrespect him in any way and heâd still be on his knees for her. He had never been as obedient to his uncle. He had feared him as a little boy and then he had hated him, waiting for his turn on the Harkonnen throne. The obedience to his wife was dictated by admiration and⊠sentiment.
Yes, that was a new word in his dictionary.
And his harpies⊠Well, he had been attached to them but killing them had felt cold â he hadn't even felt sorry.
The room slowly filled with people who were to witness his nomination for the Governor of Arrakis. Feyd stood proudly and already imagined the day he would be nominated The Baron Harkonnen.
And when his uncle officially named him the Governor, Feyd grabbed his face and brought it down for an angry kiss that was a mockery of gratitude. In that kiss there was a promise of the upcoming succession of the much more important title. In that kiss there was the Harkonnen poison and everyone cheered but the Baron knew.
He knew.
You were laying on your bed on the ship inside your cabin and playing with the Atreides signet ring on your pinky finger. It felt surreal to realise that under different circumstances you would had made the same journey a few months earlier with your family when your father had been gifted Arrakis.
Your stream of thoughts was interrupted abruptly by Feyd walking inside the cabin.
âApparently, Rabban has no idea we are coming,â he announced with a smirk and sat on the bed next to you, waiting for your approval like a little boy after telling his mother exciting news.
âWhy do you hate him so?â You only asked and his smirk dropped in an instant. âIs he not your brother?â
âDo you love yours?â Feyd tilted his head a little as he watched you carefully.
âIt doesnât matter anymore,â you smiled sadly at him and caressed your bump. âHe is dead and so is his older sister. But in that relationship, I was Rabban and Paul was you.â
âI am better than Rabban. He means nothing,â Feyd shrugged his arms, visibly annoyed at the fact that you scolded him and started asking questions instead of sharing his excitement.
âDo you think you will catch a tan on Arrakis?â You changed the subject and chuckled at the confused glance he gave you.
âIâm not going there for vacation,â he moved closer to you on the bed and placed his hand on your womb. You felt its warmth spreading all over your body. âAnd neither are you,â he reminded you.
âI know.â
âThe medic says that the Arrakis might do you good. The sun and all,â Feyd explained, a bit awkwardly.
âYes, I know. But it is also not a very pleasant environment. It is hot and dry,â you sighed. âAnd full of spice.â
âYou will have everything you want and need there, my Baroness,â Feyd leaned in to suck on your neck â his idea of a romantic kiss. You leaned back and sighed at the pleasure.
âHow big do you think he is now?â You caressed your husbandâs hand gently and he moved away from the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. âOur son. Do you think he is still smaller than your hand?â You bit on your lower lip. âI like to imagine him so little that your hand covers him whole when you place it on my womb.â
âDo you think of him often?â Feyd asked and you furrowed your brows at his question.
âOf our son?â You wanted to make sure and he nodded. âAll the time,â you answered with all honesty. âAnd youâŠ?â You asked, carefully.
âAll the time,â Feyd nodded and looked down at his hand caressing your bump.
âAnd what do you think?â You were scared to know the answer but you needed to know it.
âIâm proud to have a son. He will be the Baron one day and I will train his body to become even stronger than mine. And you will train his mind to be sharp like yours,â Feyd looked at you. He was serious but you chuckled at that as you caressed his cheek with your thumb.
âJust promise me that you wonât do to him what has been done to you,â you whispered as the smile disappeared from your face. âPlease,â you pleaded.
âIt has to be done,â was all he said as his jaw clenched.
âNo, it doesnât,â you shook your head. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes. Thinking of what your husband had gone through was painful enough but imagining your son going through the same thing was even worse.
âHow else do you want him to be a great warrior?â Feyd laughed at you. âHe will need discipline.â
âDiscipline does not have to mean abuse. I want him to follow your steps out of admiration and respect. Do you want your own son to feel the same way towards you that you feel towards your uncle?â You raised an eyebrow at him. âDo you want your son to plot how to get rid of you? To wait impatiently for you to finally die and rot?â
âNo, I do not,â he admitted after a short while of hesitation.
âThen we will do it my way,â you stated.
âI donât want my children to be weaklings,â Feyd drawled as his hand squeezed your womb possessively.
âNeither do I,â you assured him. âAnd it insults me greatly that you think that I would raise them to be weak. I hate weakness,â you gave him a stern look.
âThereâs your answer why I hate my brother,â he said and moved down to lay his head on your womb. You carefully caressed his temples in a soothing manner.
You still had to play little games with him sometimes, you assumed it would always be like this one way or another. But you loved him. Yes, you loved him.
Princess Atreides would rather die than admit that. For the Harkonnen na-baroness it was difficult to admit her feelings, too. But you didnât mind giving up and finally allowing yourself to confess the truth. It was making you feel less lonely in the world. Perhaps it was love dictated by the fact you had no one else around. Perhaps you loved the way he worshipped you. Perhaps you loved him for the way he was making you feel so powerful and important. But at the end of the day, it was love. Not that you planned to say it out loud.
It was true that you hated weakness but Feyd-Rautha was yours. If he was to die, youâd die, too. You had no home to go to, no family member to turn to. All you had was him. Him and the dream of the life you two were supposed to live one day.
You knew that the black colour was a bad choice for the planet like Arrakis. But you couldnât imagine wearing anything else. As a Harkonnen you had to establish dominance in your Houseâs way. Your arrival dress had to be black and made of a flowy material with a semi-transparent veil to protect your skin from the hot rays of sunshine and the wind full of harsh sand and spice.
The very first step you took outside the ship nearly made you dizzy. It felt so odd after so many months to feel the sunlight on your skin and to see the colours while not being inside any building â even if the colours of Arrakis were not many.
âMy Lady,â Astra and Cara followed you outside, both widening their big, black Harkonnen eyes at the sight of the desert, âare you alright?â
âYes, my girls, I am,â you held their hands.
âLetâs go inside, na-baroness,â the medic joined you. âAt this time of the day it is recommended not to go out,â he explained and you nodded before following him with your girls, guards and all the servants carrying your things. Feyd was already inside the palace with his uncle and dealing with an embarrassed and humiliated Rabban.
You looked up through your veil and examined the sight of the building in front of you. It was not much cosier than the Harkonnen fortress on Giedi Prime. On the inside the design was raw as well, but some part of you was already used to such an environment.
âMy Lady,â one of the servants approached you. He had already been living there for quite some time now as he had come to Arrakis with Count Rabban. âShall we prepare the rooms for you and na-baron or will you take the room that belonged to the previous Duke? Count Rabban did not take it, therefore we left it untouched,â he informed you and you froze for a second.
âMy fatherâs room? It is left untouched?â You gasped.
âYes, my Lady na-baroness, Duchess Atreides,â the man was bowing down so low you became concerned about his spine.
âEnough of the titles, take me there,â you ordered and then you turned around at your servants. âWait here. I will let you know what room I am taking.â
âMy Lady,â they all nodded as you followed the man alone. You didnât want even Astra and Cara around you because you couldnât tell what your reaction to your fatherâs chambers would be.
âBehind that door, na-baroness,â the servant bowed down and pointed at the doors. You pushed them and let them close behind you as your body trembled at the sight. You lifted the veil off of your face and looked around.
The room was arranged in a similar way as your fatherâs chamber back on Caladan. Duke Leto hated any form of mess and he had everything always put in its place. You wandered around and touched all the personal belongings â his chair, his desk⊠You froze at the sight of the pictures he had there. One picture was of him and Lady Jessica, the other one was of you and Paul. There was even a tiny picture from his wedding day with your mother. You remembered that picture very well as you had once asked him about it. He had told you he kept it out of respect for her and for you.
You had no idea he would still keep it even if you werenât around.
You opened the desk. Someone had been rummaging inside â most likely to take the jewellery and the important documents. But the personal letters stayed. Personal letters and⊠a small doll.
You had given it to him at the age of four and asked him to take care of it. You didnât expect he had been keeping it all these years.
âOh, fatherâŠâ you whispered and brought the doll close to your heart. âOne day, it will be my daughterâs,â you decided and were about to walk away from the desk when you spotted an unfinished letter.
Carefully and curiously, you picked the paper up and read the few sentences that he had written down before taking a break and never being able to go back to it again.
Dear Daughter,
I am aware of the anger and all the resentment you must be holding in your heart towards me. I am not asking for much but please, write back to us. If not for me, then do it for Paul. We both miss you dearly and we are worried when you are not answering our letters personally. All we want to know is if you are safe andâŠ
Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. So, they had been writing to you. All this time... And only Baron Harkonnen knew how many letters had been kept away from you. Of course he had lied to you. How could you be so stupid�
You clenched your fist and then threw the crumpled paper back into the drawer. It didnât change anything now. It brought you some peace, deep down, but it didnât mean anything anymore. It wouldn't take back time.
You approached your fatherâs bed and spotted a robe laying there, discarded. He would wear that over his nightwear when he was leaving the room in the middle of the night due to an emergency. You assumed that the Harkonnen invasion was an emergency so sudden and violent that he had no time to put it on.
The robe was silk and dark green with the Atreides emblem on the chest. You sat on the edge of the bed and put the doll down on your lap before taking the robe in your hands and squeezing it as you brought it to your face. It still faintly smelled like him. It smelled like your father.
You buried your face in the silk and closed your eyes, remembering his embrace. For a short while it was almost as if he was still there, holding you and telling you it would be alright.
But it wasnât alright. It hadnât been alright and his daughter had died. You couldnât tell when it happened exactly. Had Princess Atreides die in that cell on the night before her wedding? Or when she had been locked up after the Baron had told her about going to Arrakis and killing her family? Or maybe she had died somewhere in the meantime. Perhaps when she had seen Feyd taking an innocent life for the first time. It was really hard to tell but she was definitely gone now.
You startled at the sound of someone entering the room without knocking. It was Feyd â no one else would dare to do that.
âIâve been looking for you,â he said and froze at the sight of you holding your fatherâs robe. âAre you alright?â
âYes,â you stood up and threw the robe on the floor as you picked the doll up. âBurn it,â you ordered. âAnd weâll take a different room. They can clean up this one,â you approached him and handed him the doll in your hands. He took it, confused.
âWhat is this?â He asked.
âOur next child will be a daughter and you will give it to her when she is born,â you told him sternly.
He snorted at first but then he realised that you had been dead serious. The doll held lots of significance and meaning to you and he didnât even have any idea how much you trusted him with it.
Feyd nodded his head after a long while and he looked down at the doll, awkwardly holding her in his pale hands.
âMy Lady, what is your decision?â The servant knocked upon the door and joined you.
âI donât want this room, clean it up,â you told him.
âDo you want a room next to your husbandâs, na-baroness?â He asked.
âNo, we will share one room,â you told him and he bowed down before leaving you quietly. âUnless you want your own,â you laid your eyes on Feyd.
âI want what you want.â
You were walking through the endless desert. It was like the oceans back on Caladan but instead of the water there was sand. The heat did not bother you and you did not feel tired at all. However, all this walking seemed pointless. You didnât know where you were or where to go.
And then you spotted someone on the horizon. A tiny figure in a stillsuit and your heart skipped a beat. Was it one of the Fremen? You didnât want to find out but your legs kept walking anyway as if you had no control over your body.
The figure remained motionless. After a while you spotted it was a man. You wondered why he was not reacting at all, seeing you walking towards him. Perhaps he was waiting for you. But why?
When you were close enough to see his face, you gasped. It was your brother, Paul Atreides, with his eyes blue from the spice, wearing a Fremen armour and he seemed to stare in the distance. Now you realised that he couldnât see you even though you were facing him.
âPaul?â You asked as your body stopped walking with your face inches away from his. âBrother?â
He startled a little and furrowed his brows. Did he hear you�
âPaul,â you said again and his eyes found yours.
âSister,â his voice was different now. It was rough and held no affection. It made your blood run cold.
âWhat are we doing here?â You asked sadly. âLetâs go back home.â
âWhat is home now?â
âCaladan,â you explained.
âWe cannot.â
You woke up abruptly and sat up, breathing heavily as you felt the sweat running down your spine and forehead. You had never experienced a dream so vivid and realistic as this one.
You assumed it was because of Arrakis. The heat could cause such a vision or perhaps it was all that buried deep down grief after losing your family. Being here now, in that palace where they had lived and died, it was making you feel odd.
Feyd woke up as well and you heard him reaching out for the knife underneath his pillow.
âItâs alright,â you told him. âIâve just had a bad dream.â
âItâs your first night on Arrakis. Maybe itâs the spice messing with your head,â you felt his hand rubbing your back. âLay down, come to me,â he whispered and you did.
You laid your head on his chest and hugged him tight like a scared child. Your heart was pounding and you felt dizzy. But you didnât want to tell your husband what the dream was. He didnât ask anyway.
On the next day you were gathered in a conference room. Everyone was there, the Baron and Count Rabban, too. You hoped that they would go back to Giedi Prime but it seemed like they wanted to stay and ensure that the spice production would go back to normal. You tried not to make a face at that as you watched the hologram globe of Arrakis in front of you on display.
âShouldnât the Fremen delegation greet the new Governor of Arrakis?â You asked.
âThe Fremen do not have negotiations with us anymore. We are in the state of war, na-baroness,â one of the engineers answered you with a nod of his head.
âLet it be war, then,â you nodded back.
âWhat is causing the biggest problems?â Your husband asked as he gave his brother a contemptuous look. âApart from the bad governing of the resources.â
âThe Fremen have a new leader, a mysterious MuadâDib,â The Baron explained and for some reason a shiver went down your spine at the mention of the name. You didnât know why because it didnât sound sinister or dangerous.
âAnd what about him?â Feyd asked. You could hear he was bored of the meeting and wanted real action as soon as possible.
âThey are destroying our machinery and killing our soldiers, slowing down the production. He is unstoppable. Like a shadow,â Rabban explained and Feyd snorted at him.
âMy big scary brother failed to deal with one Fremen savage,â he drawled. âInstead of slaughtering them all.â
âAnd what would our Baroness do?â The Baron interrupted Feyd and stared at you with a smirk. Suddenly, the whole room laid their eyes on you and you blinked a few times, surprised.
âWhy would you ask a woman that?â Rabban inquired and Feyd hissed at him for that remark.
âBecause I want to know her insight. Our Baroness happens to have interesting ideas,â Baron teased, his squinted eyes never leaving yours.
âI would oppose slaughtering the Fremen,â you stated.
âIâve told you, sheâs just a woman,â Rabban laughed.
âShe is the Governess of Arrakis and your na-baroness and you will respect her,â Feyd barked.
âEnough!â You banged the fist on the table and the sound echoed through the chamber full of the Harkonnen servants and engineers widening their eyes at you. âBoth of you!â You snapped. âActing like children,â you scolded. âI am not the Governess of Arrakis, Feyd,â you laid your eyes on him and he looked a bit taken aback by your outburst. âThat title does not work that way. Youâre the Governor and I am your wife. However,â you looked at the Baron again. He was smirking all that time. âI do not think slaughtering them will bring us profit. They know the desert and the spice more than we do. We need them as obedient allies. But in order to have them as allies, we have to defeat them and their will to fight. We need to hit them with aggression that they have not yet seen nor experienced in their worst nightmares,â you raised your chin up.
âAnd that aggression is Feyd-Rautha,â Baron nodded at your husband.
âIf we have negotiations with the Fremen in the future, Iâd like to be there,â you announced and Rabban snorted. You knew that he did not mean these things personally, he was just frustrated that he was being replaced by his brother and seeing that an off-world woman was holding more influence than him had to be rough for his ego.
âWhatâs so funny, brother?â Feyd asked him and you rolled your eyes. They were at it again. âThe only thing I find funny is how my wife has more brains than you.â
âAnd why is that funny?â You asked him, irritated.
âThat is enough indeed,â Baron raised his hand. âWe all have better things to do,â he announced and everyone bowed their heads as he left the room.
You watched your husband and his brother leaving right behind him, still having an argument like little children. Then you took a deep breath in and stood up to go back to Astra and Cara.
However, when you left the room, Feyd grabbed his brotherâs neck and pushed him down on the floor. He basically threw him at your feet and you were surprised that he had managed it so easily since Rabban was a big and strong man.
âYou will kiss her shoe and show your na-baroness respect,â Feyd ordered, âas you beg for her forgiveness.â
You looked down as Rabban looked up, scared. As much as it brought you some satisfaction to have a big, strong Harkonnen count who was called Beast Rabban at your feet, you felt sorry for him, too.Â
âFeyd, there is no need,â you looked at your husband.
âNo, there is, because I say so,â he insisted and kicked his brotherâs head. âHe will kiss your shoe or die.â
âI said, there is no need,â you repeated, more sternly this time. âYour brother is not my enemy like he is not yours either,â you pointed out. âStand up, Count Rabban,â you ordered the man.
Carefully and hesitantly he moved up, trying to avoid looking into your eyes.
âYou shall remember the kindness I have given you,â you told him and he nodded. âNow, leave.â
You watched him walk away as fast as possible and then you looked at your husband. He wasnât pleased but he was trying to hide it. You could tell when he was angry very easily from his facial expressions by now.
âDo not torment him. He might be useful,â you told him.
âHe will do anything to keep his pathetic head on. Heâs got no honour,â Feyd snorted at that. âHe would kiss anyoneâs shoe if his life depended on it.â
âThen he is more like me than I have expected,â you only said and walked past him, leaving him behind, surprised.
âYou are not like him,â Feyd followed you as he grabbed your wrist. âYou have honour.â
âDo I?â You chuckled and turned around to face him. âI did everything to survive. It had nothing to do with honour. I became a Harkonnen instead of doing what my Atreides pride was telling me to do and that was to kill myself before letting any of you hurt me or change me.â
âIt is different,â he was trying to deny your words. You were confusing him now.
âYou also do not have honour, Feyd-Rautha. The way you used to fight drugged warriors in the arena. It has nothing to do with honour,â you reminded him as his jaw clenched. âAnd you know what? I donât care,â you shrugged your arms. âMy father, he was an honourable man. And look where it has gotten him. We are too cunning for honour.â
âWe?â Feyd asked.
âThe Harkonnens,â you explained and cupped his face to pull his head down and place a kiss upon his forehead. âNow, go, werenât you supposed to terrorise the poor Fremen?â
He smirked at you and leaned in to place a hungry kiss upon your lips as his hand caressed your womb.
âBe careful, my darling, come back to me in one piece from the treacherous desert,â you bid him farewell and kissed him one last time before going back to your chambers.
Weeks had passed and the mysterious MuadâDib remained uncaught, however the spice production came back to full efficiency. It was difficult to celebrate such victory, though, because you werenât even sure if it was because of Feyd-Rautha being a good Governor or was it because of his uncle who still was present on Arrakis. Both him and Rabban. You wondered how things had been back on Giedi Prime â especially now, when all the important Harkonnens were on Arrakis.
You had your girls and your medic and much less nosy guards following you everywhere. The Arrakeen Palace was giving you lots of freedom and safety but it was also a much more boring place than the fortress on Giedi Prime. It was full of ghosts, too â you couldnât stop thinking your family had been slayed in that very place.
You kept dreaming of Paul each and every night. It was making you feel weary and frustrated at this point. You didnât want Feyd to know so you often would leave the bed quietly in the middle of the night and walk outside to sit on the balcony. There was something fascinating about the desert; it was so calm yet dangerous. By day it was too hot to just stare and admire but at night it was peaceful and with no one around to bother you.
Tonight you were standing and admiring the moon in your nightgown, with your hand caressing your swollen womb. It was getting bigger and bigger each day and you could feel the child move now. The medic assured you he was placed properly and growing healthy. You wondered if your son would be born on Arrakis.
âWhatâs wrong?â Feydâs voice made you turn around. He was standing by the entrance to the balcony and staring at you.
âI canât sleep,â you lied. You could but you didnât want to. You didnât want to dream of Paul.
âAgain?â Feyd sighed and approached you. He stood behind you and leaned your body on his chest. It made you sigh out of relief and he placed his hands on your abdomen. âPerhaps the spice is doing you harm.â
âNo, the medic would have noticed that,â you shook your head. âPerhaps itâs your son keeping me awake,â you made up a believable excuse and Feyd chuckled.
âAnd what are you doing here? Staring at the sand?â
âI donât expect you to understand the beauty of the desert,â you teased. âBut yes, the sand, the moon, everything.â
âWhen I will become the Baron, we will have a little tour and visit every planet under Harkonnen rule,â he whispered into your ear. âYou will see many beautiful things, my darling pet.â
âAnd when will that be?â You snapped, frustrated. âIn ten years? A hundred?â You snorted.
âWhat are you talking about?â Feyd took a step back and leaned on the railing to take a better look at your face but you remained staring in the distance.
âWhat is he still doing here? I thought Arrakis was ours. Yet, he is here and it feels as if we are being supervised. Meanwhile, Giedi Prime remains without protection,â you drawled through gritted teeth.
âIf you were him, would you leave us two to each other?â Feyd asked.
âAre you by his side again?â You finally looked at him, angrily. âHe gave you the planet to govern and youâre defending him again?â
âI am not defending him,â Feyd got angry, too, at your words. âBut it is obvious why he stayed here. He knows we might be plotting. He needs to keep an eye on things.â
âI have already plotted,â you lowered your voice and went back to staring at the moon.
Feyd kept looking at you in silence for a while before he finally spoke up again.
âAnd what is that?â
âHe shall be slayed by night alongside most of the guards and servants. We will say it was a nighttime assassination attack by MuadâDib and his people. They targeted the Harkonnen nobility and you were too busy saving your pregnant wife to help your uncle,â you whispered.
âEveryone will know the truth, it's too obvious,â Feyd told you. âIt's only giving us an alibi for those who want to believe in it.â
âOf course they will suspect what really happened but they will not care. You showed them your worth in the arena and you brought back the full efficiency of the spice production. The Harkonnen lords will give you a chance. I am sure theyâve already grown tired and weary of the Baron,â you kept convincing him.
âWhat if MuadâDib suddenly decides to show up and deny?â
You sighed and looked at him again, furiously.
âJust admit that you donât want him dead, because in some way I cannot understand⊠you love him,â you hissed at him.
âLove?â It was the first time you heard him use that word and it brought a chill down your spine. It sounded so off and scary when your husband said it out loud. âI donât know what that pathetic feeling is,â he assured you.
âI can see that,â you raised an eyebrow at him and walked away to leave the balcony and go back to your bedroom.
You were hurt, angry and frustrated and it was starting to bring tears to your eyes but you didnât want him to see that.
Your husband followed you to the bedroom. In the way his footsteps were even heavier than usual, you spotted his annoyance as well.
âWhat do you expect of me? Youâre so impatient, woman,â he started once the doors closed behind him. âYou want everything and you want it now. I said Iâd do it, I swore Iâd do it but you admitted yourself we have to wait longer. If he dies here at night, do you think the noble lords of Giedi Prime will accept that so easily?â
âThen slay the ones who refuse to accept you as the successor!â You turned around with the rage making your blood boil. âSlay everyone standing in our way, as you promised. Do you want our son to be born in a world that he is manipulating for his own gain? Do you want to be his dog following the orders for the next few years? I am tired of playing the games with him on his own chess board. I want to make my own game, my own rules, my own board!â You tried to keep your voice down in case someone would spy on you but it was difficult with all that anger pouring out of you.
In one swift move, Feyd grabbed your chin and squeezed your cheeks as he brought your face so close to his that your noses were rubbing each other. There was so much anger in his eyes that the old you would start trembling out of fear for her life but the new you didnât even flinch.
âKeep your voice down, we will do it,â he spat out.
âNo,â you mumbled. âYou will do it. Youâre the hand that slays,â you reminded him and he kissed you so hungrily that you became breathless.
âI still want to kill you sometimes,â he confessed between one kiss and another as he led you back to your bed and laid you down on the mattress. âChoke you, slit your pretty little throat, watch you squirm under me as you bleed to death.â
âWhatever turns you on, my darling,â you chuckled at him as he looked at you sternly.
âIf I hurt you, Iâd kill myself right after. Iâm bound to you forever,â he confessed and you smiled gently.
You didnât want to tease him that after all, he did know what love was. After all, he did feel it. But you knew that heâd hate being confronted with the truth.
âIf something happened to you, I would want to die alongside you, too,â you told him. âYouâre the only one I have and none of my ambitions matter without you by my side.â
It was true. You didn't want to rule alone. In fact, you didn't want to ever feel lonely in your life again.
You were sitting next to Paul and watching the sunset in silence. In your dreams you would always meet him in the desert. Nothing else seemed to exist on Arrakis in the dreamworld â except for you and him.
âWhy do you haunt me?â You asked and laid your eyes on his angry face. He was always so angry these days.
You hated Paul from your dreams. He was different. There was no kindness and gentleness about him anymore. If you were supposed to be haunted by his ghost, youâd rather be haunted by the brother you had remembered instead.
âI am not here for you,â Paul snorted and you furrowed your brows. Then he looked down at your swollen womb and you instinctively protected it with your hands.
âWhat do you mean?â You gasped.
âThe spawn inside you shares my blood on both sides,â he answered mysteriously, which confused you greatly but you decided not to give it a second thought. After all, it was just a dream. âNo, it is not,â Paul smirked viciously at you, as if he was able to read your thoughts.
âGet up,â you heard Feydâs rough voice as his hand shook your arm. You woke up abruptly and sat up, trying to calm yourself after the dream.
âWhatâs going on?â You asked and looked around the dark room.
âCome with me,â your husband looked very pleased with himself as he pulled you out of the bed.
âWhat are youââ
âShh,â he put his finger over his mouth as he led you outside.
You gasped at the sight of the bodies scattered all over the corridor of the palace. Servants and guards with their throats slit, laying in poodles of their own blood.
âHave you done that?â You asked quietly and Feyd nodded. âMy girlsâŠâ you gasped.
âI havenât touched your pets,â he assured you and stopped in front of the doors leading to the Baronâs chambers.
âHave you killed himâŠ?â You were both excited and terrified of the outcome if the answer was yes. But, most importantly, you were in shock.
âNot yet,â Feyd answered as he pushed the doors open in front of you.
Not sure what his words meant, you entered the chamber carefully and spotted the Baron on his bed, letting out loud and raspy breaths. His life support machinery was no longer attached to him; you assumed Feyd had decided to give him a slow death.
You looked at your husband and spotted a sadistic sparkle in his eye as he was visibly enjoying the sounds and the view. He put his arm around you and walked you closer to the Baronâs bed.
That old and sick man looked pathetic at that moment and for a short while you even felt sorry for him. His eyes widened even further at the sight of you as he raised one of his hands towards you but you took a step back.
You didnât know what to expect of him on his deathbed. Some part of you craved for him to admit his defeat and name you a worthy successor of the Harkonnen throne. Some other part of you expected him to curse you and your whole bloodline, which would be quite justified.
However, you certainly did not expect the sheer desperation and debasement.
âP-pleaseâŠâ He could barely speak. âPlease, help me,â he tried to reach out for you.
You didnât feel sorry for him anymore. You felt disgusted.
âYouâre a weakling,â you smirked at him. âYou called my father weak but I am sure that he did not beg like a dog on his deathbed. I am sure he died with dignity.â
âPlease, help meâŠâ He coughed out. âHelp me and I will make your son an EmperorâŠâ
âI do not need you to make my son an Emperor,â you laughed with contempt. âI am to become The Baroness Harkonnen; commanding the largest army and possessing the biggest wealth in the galaxy.â
âF-Feyd, I was like a father to youâŠâ He searched for his nephewâs cruel eyes now, giving up on asking for your compassion and pity. âMy boyâŠâ
âLike a father, you say,â Feyd drawled. âI couldnât wait to kill you for so many years now.â
âPleaseâŠâ
âOh, shut him up, how long will it take for him to die?â You sighed with an eye-roll as Feyd nodded his head at you and grabbed the short knife attached to his hip.
âFarewell, dear uncle,â he smiled smugly as he slit the Baronâs throat.
You watched mesmerised, without even blinking. It felt like a dream more than reality.
âThe Arrakeen Palace will be considered cursed for all the Barons and Dukes from now on,â you only said.
Without a word, Feyd dropped the blade and fell on his knees in front of you, pulling you close by your hips and burying his face in the fabric of your nightgown right where your womb was. You knew what he wanted. A praise, an approval, a blessing.
âMy Baroness,â he breathed out.
âStand tall, my Baron,â you caressed his head and he looked up. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight and you cupped his chin to caress his full lips with your thumb. âYouâve made me proud and happy, my darling,â you assured him.Â
He nodded at you and collected the discarded blade from the floor. It was important not to leave any trace. You both went back to your chambers and laid down in bed, pretending to be asleep â too excited to actually be able to drift off. This time you didnât feel guilty even a little bit like after the death of the harpies. This time it didnât even feel like murder or taking another human beingâs life. This time it felt like nothing but relief.
You watched the sunrise through the window with your head on your husbandâs chest and his hand rubbing your back, waiting for the remaining servantsâ screams to signal the beginning of the new era.
There were screams indeed. People were running, yelling, banging on your door. Both Feyd and you acted surprised and startled at the news but Astra and Cara had to be the only people in the palace who actually believed your story. The medic inspected the Baronâs body and started to wonder if it really had been MuadâDibâs work since the cuts did not remind of the Fremen weapons. Feyd only hissed at him so the medic stopped any further insinuations.
Count Rabbanâs behaviour surprised you the most as he was following his brother around and seeming to act like the most loyal and obedient subject. He had quickly realised it was the best chance of survival for him. He hadnât questioned anything so far and simply followed every word leaving his younger brotherâs mouth.
Everything was a mess and chaos on that day but it was mostly Feyd dealing with it, basking in his new title and glory, as you were sitting on your bed with terrified Astra and Cara, holding them both and assuring them of their safety.
âHow can you not be worried, na-baroness? I mean, Baroness?â Astra widened her eyes. âIf MuadâDib was here last night⊠Oh, I donât even want to imagine what would happen if he went inside your chambers insteadâŠâ
âMy husband would defend me,â you kissed her forehead and then you kissed Caraâs.
âWhat if he comes back?â Cara was shaking out of fear and you felt bad for making them feel like this but you couldnât tell them the truth. âNow, when they know that we have fewer guards around?â
âWe will be prepared this time,â you squeezed their hands. âMy girls, I am sorry for being insensitive but I shall get dressed in mourning attire now and finally join my husband to help him with the officialties.â
Every lady travelled with a mourning dress just in case. Yours was a combination of black silk and black armour pieces with chains, connected to the matching headpiece. It looked dignified and intimidating â exactly how you wanted it to look like. You had already dreamt of The Baronâs death while planning your trip. Therefore the mourning dress you had chosen was accurate to your new role of The Baroness.
It sounded so good. For the upcoming days you would get drunk on the way people would address you. And then, when you'd finally be back on Giedi Prime, there would be a lavish celebration and official event for you two becoming the new Baron and Baroness. You couldn't wait for that day.
You smiled to yourself in the mirror and fixed the headpiece for one last time as you adjusted the Atreides signet ring on your pinky finger. On your pointing finger there was a huge ring with the Harkonnen emblem. And hidden between the folds of your dress and attached to the armour piece on your hip was the blade your husband had given you on the day of his birthday. No one could see it but you could reach for it swiftly in the case of emergency.
You joined Feyd in the conference room and everyone straightened at the sight of you. They always would but this time it felt different. You were the one holding the power â and they respected you for you, not for the fact that you were under protection of The Baron.
âBaroness,â they bowed down and went back to work, avoiding your gaze.
âHow are things going?â You approached Feyd as he looked you up and down with a smirk. You put your hand on his chest.
âI sent Rabban back on Giedi Prime with our uncleâs body,â he told you and held your hand to lay a kiss upon it. âHe will take care of the affairs there until we finish our business on Arrakis. I want to take care of that MuadâDib rat before returning home and finding someone worthy to replace me as the Governor here. Rabban will also send us more Harkonnen troops since we have lost many guards last night,â he informed you in an official manner.
âWe must avenge our late Lord Baron,â you clenched your jaw as you nodded. His eyes sparkled with mockery as he pretended to look worried.
You were sure that most people in that room had known the truth but they kept their poker faces on and allowed you to play out this little scene.
âMy Lord,â one of the engineers raised his voice, concerned. Feyd turned around and you both stared at the hologram of the Arrakis globe. Red dots started to appear on the orbit. âWe have guests,â the engineer explained. âThe ships are definitely not ours.â
âWho is it?â Feyd barked at him. âFind that out, we are not expecting anyone,â he looked at you, a little concerned.
You were not pleased with the idea of guests now, out of all times, either.Â
âWho dares to interrupt our peace unannounced on the day after our late Lord Baronâs tragic death?â You asked out loud, playing your mourning role the best you could.
What a mockery it was that you had to be hiding all the grief after your actual family but had to display fake tears for the man you had hated with every fibre of your being.
âM-my Lord, my LadyâŠâ the engineer turned around with his eyes widened, âitâs the Emperor himself⊠The whole imperial delegation.â
You and Feyd looked at each other.
âIt took them days to get here. There is no way they are here because of last nightâs incident,â Feyd pointed out. âStill, I do not understand. I have brought the spice production back to full efficiency. What could be the reason for his visit?â
You moved uncomfortably as your son kicked your rib. As if he too knew of the importance of this sudden imperial audience. It would be the first time youâd greet someone of such importance as The Harkonnen Baroness and it would be the first time youâd see the Emperor face to face. He had visited your father a few times on Caladan but children had not been allowed near their meetings.
âWe have to greet him and find out,â you took a deep breath in, preparing yourself mentally for the first challenge in your new role.
You shot Feyd a glance and he nodded at you, reassuringly. With him by your side, it couldnât go that bad, you tried to convince yourself. His presence was equipping you with courage and determination you had not known before.
Everything you were doing now, you were doing for the two of you and your future. Nothing else mattered.
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I desperately need a part 2 to the head scratching obsession katsuki has with a few different scenarios preferably MAYBE reader scratches his head w her pretty nails while there hanging out w friends and heâs trying SO HARD not to let them see him fold đ
OHHHHHHHH YESSSSS
car ride
iâm thinking of u and katsuki sitting in the backseat of a car idk whoâs driving maybe itâs a bakusquad road trip and everyone else is asleep
(except kiri who has his eyes locked on the road)
and itâs getting super late but youre still a couple hours from the hotel.
iâm thinking itâs like a van situation and u and kats are in the back back bc kats hates having eyes drilling into the back of his skull.
and you can tell heâs getting super sleepy but he keeps saying heâs fine and he can wait until youâre out of the car.
iâm thinking youâre leaning up against the window with your legs in his lap and his body keeps deflating with tiredness and eventually you just tug at his arm and open yours in invitation.
he huffs but flops down onto your lap anyway but heâs still frowning as if itâs the biggest inconvenience in the world.
until he feels your heavenly nails graze his scalp, sending full body chills through him causing him to nuzzle into you and groan lightly.
it doesnât take long for him to still, falling into a deep sleep.
and just know heâs going to be annoyed to the max when you get to the hotel. grumbles that you should just sleep in the car.
drunk
youâve been at the club for 3 hours now, youâre dancing with mina and you look real sexy. if only it wasnât so late. katsuki is dead tired and is ready to just flop into bed.
âbro take a shot, you look like youâre gonna fall asleep at the table.â kiri advises before downing three shots with denki.
âbullshit.â katsuki murmurs.
âwhy not bro? youâre not driving.â sero says with a hint of malice in his tone, stuck being the DD for the night.
âwhatever. just order more shots.â katsuki groans.
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âkatsukiiii!â you cheer, skipping over to him giddily.
âthatâs not katsuki anymore, yn. thats BIG KB!â denki cheers, earning a groan from mina.
âwhat is that stupid ass nickname.â she says, rolling her eyes.
taking a closer look at your boyfriend he does seem a little out of it.
âwhatâs the matter⊠big kb?â you tease, grinning.
youâre only a little tipsy. mostly high on life of the dance floor but sober enough to think straight.
âhad some drinks.â he murmurs, fingers reaching over to rub against your cheek.
you pause, slightly stunned at his words.
âwow.. did you lose a bet kats?â you question, leaning into his touch.
he shakes his head, frowning at you thinking he would ever lose a bet to the idiots.
ânah he was just a sleepy guy, werenât ya?â denki teases, pinching katsukiâs arm.
katsuki frowns, shrugging denki off.
you giggle leaning closer to katsuki.
âyou a little tired, suki?â you whisper to keep the conversation private.
he frowns, offended.
âno? could stay here all night.â he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
you make a âreally?â face at him.
he scoffs. as if you donât believe him, ridiculous.
âgo back out and dance.â he says, nudging you away softly.
you hesitate, wanting to settle down for the night yourself now.
katsukiâs so cute when heâs drunk, you just want to be at home with him.
âguys weâre actually just gonna uber home right now, but this was super fun.â you say smiling and katsuki frowns deeply.
the four had moved onto another conversation while you talked to katsuki, their attention now turning to you and your boyfriends big frown.
âwow, getting lucky tonight bakugou?â denki grins.
katsuki wraps an arm around you as if to protect you from his words.
âweâre not even going home, shut it.â he grunts.
you turn your head to look at your boyfriend.
âyes we are.â you say gently.
âno.â
âkatsuki, yes.â you say firmly.
âno.â
you feel frustration bubble up in your head but push it down in favour of sneaking your arm behind katsukiâs head, fingers dancing on the very back of his neck.
âno. not this shit.â he groans, but doesnât move away from your touch.
âshhhh, letâs go home big kb.â you whisper into his ear.
your hand toys with the hairs at the back of his neck before snaking up from his neck to the crown of his head, causing chills to spread throughout katsuki.
he groans deeply.
âfine.â he grits out between his teeth, refusing to look down at you.
âha! did you see that mina?! did you see-â denki gets cut off at katsuki shoving him off his place on the booth, making denki tumble onto the floor so you and kats can get out.
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the woobification of the lords is something ill never be able to wrap my head around đ its insane to me how people can have such a horrible interpretation of events and characters based off of what we have in the actual game
let me start off by saying that ALL FOUR LORDS DID HORRIBLE THINGS (INCLUDING THE DIMITRESCU DAUGHTERS) !
lady dimitrescu isnt some gentle giant who only hates men and loves women and treats them like queens and she just loves living a quiet life with her daughters, she kills and tortures people đđ she like actively killed her maids and drank their blood đ they have a basement that has so much blood in it that it goes up to ethans THIGHS
they are muderous and SADISTIC, including the daughters
the woobfication of the dimitrescu daughters is always the most confusing to me. their faces are literally covered in BLOOD đđ they chase ethan around and stab him will laughing and giggling, cassandra literally calls it a HUNT, it is fun to them and they enjoy it
people always try to frame it as ethan breaking into their homes while they are scared and afraid đ i can assure you that nobody is afraid of him at first đ they dont think hes an actual threat, thats why they toy with him. and dont act like they were unaware of what he wanted. they were all present at the family meeting with miranda, they were all present when they JARRED rosemary đ they know what ethan wants, they know who ethan is, to frame them as "minding their own business" is the most absurd interpreation you could make of them
they were all involved, they all knew what he wanted, and they all HAD what he wanted
you can feel sympathy for lady D, when she cries for her daughters with tears in her eyes, she loved them, they were her family, but you cannot deny the hypocrisy. "how can you kill my daughters for your own!" you have his daughters head in a pickle jar! her daughters werent innocent defenless babies who were scared of big ol ethan stomping around in their house, they have weapons! they wanted to hurt him, and they did, and when he fought back he won
i cannot stress enough that in every single fight, ethan is not the first to strike. he is either backed into a corner where its either his life or theirs, or he is literally being tortured/ chased around, what do you want him to do? these people have pieces of his baby, should he have lied down and died?? đ
whenever ethan is in a situation where the other person isnt stabbing him in the abdomen 100 times he tries to HELP them đ he tries to help absoulute strangers of a village he doesnt even know while he knows his own daughter is missing, even when the stranger is also a jerk to him đ he wants allies, he isnt actively trying to make enemys, and before you cry "karl heisenberg!" im getting there...
the thing that bothers me with how people treat donna is that although she isnt the WORST she gets woobfied the MOST imo, like she is the ONLY lord (other than karl but hes a outlier because he wanted ethan to come over so they could make out on his bed) who actively lures ethan in, miss dimitrescus, yeah sure u could say that he trespassed, same with moreau, but donna literally LURES HIM IN with hallucinations of his DEAD WIFE, then OPENS THE DOOR for him and TAKES HIM DOWN THE ELEVATOR
she is literally one of the people who ACTIVELY leads him to where she is
she also uses psychological puzzles , like making ethan perform surgery on a wooden doll of his wife and making him run away from a monster that cries like a baby and calls him "dada" đ she did not need to do any of that... like at all đ she did it because she wanted to đ she is by no means innocent at all
she toyed with him for literally no reason other than her own desire and then ethan doesnt even intentionally kill her. he is in a situation where is his trapped in the house and has to find angie, the doll, to avoid being attacked by dolls with like 100 knives stapled onto them
its only when he defeats angie its revealed that he had actually stabbed DONNA. he didnt even intentionally kill her đ
then moreau... poor moreau... đ
moreau in my opinion is one of the more sympathetic lords. whoever he was in his life pre cadou has no influence or impact on his life post cadou, the cadou just wrecked his brain functions
all he is is just mirandas minion at this point, he only wants to please her and doesnt really think about anything else for himself đ
i dont have much to say about moreau because theres not really many people who woobfiy him or pay him any attention really đ though i will say he was very unabashedly evil đ he did horrible things, such as eating the fishermen and his experiments with the cadou on the villagers, he did it for mirandas approval but its not a excuse for it, hes still a villian đ
now we are onto karl.... this guy... the woobification of him is insane đ
first of all, something i dont see people acknowledge is that he actually HAS killed villagers! no he doesnt just use dead bodies (which btw isnt really a step up đ some of u set the bar too low man)
the lycan gauntlet that he made ethan run through? yeah, he used that before! he has an entire PA system set up in it! he has lights and huge spikey metal death traps! he did not make all of that just for ethan just to "play appearances" for miranda. there were other people who went through that. and they DIED!
their deceased bodies are still in there! karl is messed up and eccentric đ it makes him fun, let him be messed up and evil đ
and yes, karl used DEAD bodies instead of killing people who were alive, so surely that makes him far less evil right?
WRONG! đ
HE CONSIDERED USING LIVE BODIES FOR THE SOLDATS đ
karl really isnt a good person, he has reasons for the things he does, he wants to take down miranda and i dont think hed be creating undead zombies in the first place if it werent for her ruining his life but that isnt justification, its just an explanation for why he does what he does. he has a sympathetic back story and motives but you cant erase what he did, hes a villain! he tries to use a baby as a weapon!!!
all 4 of the lords are villains, and instead of making other characters worse to uplift your favorite character that did something bad, you can just accept that the character you like did bad things đ
they are all fictional, if i like moreau it does not mean i endorse eating fishermen đ you can like a character that is flawed, or evil, or did insanely messed up things because its RESIDENT EVIL. they are EVIL! they do bad things! like im sorry! but if your fave has a villains wiki it probably means they did some bad things! đ
i wish people would be able to enjoy a character without entirely dismissing the bad things they did. its okay to like a character that does bad things, its ok to find them interesting and fun! but you cant deny what actually happens in games to try and make them appear as innocent. you dont have to justify every little thing that they do, just accept them as a whole!
of course this doesnt apply to AUs or just posting for fun. you can change media to be what you want to make it more fun. im going to draw lady dimitrescu treating ethan like a unwanted family pet. does that mean that i think she would really do that in canon? no! she would bite him and then tie him up like a pinata and give her daughters blindfolds and bats!
but people need to be able to recognize that fanon is NOT canon.
this post is about canon interpretations,
this is just addressing people who genuinely believe that those kinds of portrayals of the character is an ACCURATE portrayal, because its not.
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pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader
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summary: You and Anakin have always been the best of friends; who just happen to be in love and are refusing to do anything about it. OR You go on a ski trip with several of your friends and have to share a bed with your best friend, whom youâve been harbouring feelings for years.
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genre: fluff + smut (18+ mdni) modern!au
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word count: 12,1k (uhm. sorry.)
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warnings/tags: friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers kinda, one bed trope + forced proximity trope, idiots in love, mutual pining, assumed unrequited love, reader is described as shorter than anakin, inexperienced/virgin!reader, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom anakin, ok⊠just kinda a softer anakin, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, size kink, praise kink, lots of pet names. this is not beta read sorry!
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a/n: GUESS WHAT!!! user healmydesires is back with another self indulgent fic about their blorbo! this one is so hot and dear to me likeeee always wanted to write these tropes. so here you go <3 also ngl.. majority is just smut đ
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As you open the door to your bedroom, you drop your bag and flick on the light. The space is cosy with pine furniture and a fireplace to light when the room gets cold. The balcony allows for a picture perfect view of the distant forest and snowy landscape. The room is beautiful in its simplicity. Overall, cute and warm.
You hear Anakin swearing quietly behind you as you take in the room.
Thereâs one thing though.
Thereâs only one bed.
And it is quite tiny, looks smaller than a double, slightly bigger than a single bed, and various pillows stacked on top of each other.
A few months ago your mutual friends begged you to come along to this ski trip to the Alps. Honestly, you didnât want to come to this trip in the first place but when PadmĂ©, one of your closest friends told you that Anakin would come along you just couldnât resist.
You feel your stomach coiling into knots and your body heats up as you realise youâll have to share this bed this whole trip with your best friend. The man youâve been hopelessly in love with for as long as you can remember.
All the stupid fluttery feelings in your stomach every time his eyes catch yours, or the way your heart beats fast whenever you are in close proximity to him. But, of course, you try to bury those feelings down deep, reminding yourself that Anakin could never feel the same way about you as you feel about him.
So far, youâve lived twenty-four years, and throughout a huge majority of it Anakin Skywalker has been your anchor, your only constant. Being his best friend is easy, just as natural as breathing. Falling in love with him was bound to happen anyway. Itâs inevitable.
âFucking, Snips.â He grumbles under his breath.
Ahsoka had promised you that the both of you would be sharing a room together but at the last minute, she picked a bedroom for herself. The only other bedroom left. Sheâd give you a silent apology with the most innocent smile you had ever seen as she ran up to her room.
Every single one of your friends have already been paired up or have their own rooms and you have a feeling that they did this on purpose.
Slowly, you spin around, looking at Anakin who looks extremely flushed. He looks adorable even if he looks a little overwhelmed right now. If it werenât for the fact that you feel just as overwhelmed as him, you would probably tease him for his pink cheeks.
âUhmââ
âLook, I can always just take the couch downstairs.â Anakin interrupts as he grimaces, scrubbing a hand over his face before he turns around to head out the room.
You swallow nervously, steadying your breathing the best way you can before you speak.
âAni, wait.â You call out, cringing internally at how desperate you sound. âThe bed is clearly big enough for the both of us.â
He sighs as he turns around, facing you.
âBesides, the couch is much smaller than the bed,â you huff out a nervous laugh as you try to avoid his eye contact. You pick up your bag and then toss it on the bed. âAnd itâs not like weâve never shared a bed before.â You smile shyly up at him as you push some hair back behind your ear.
âRight.â Anakin smiles back, just as nervous as you. âAre you sure?â He tries, the idea of sharing a bed with you overwhelming him. âI donât want to make you uncomfortable.â
âAni,â you look up at him, as you frown. Youâre sure youâre pouting but you donât care. It feels as if sharing a bed with you terrifies Anakin. âDo you mind sleeping in the same bed? Am I that awful to share a bed withââ
âNo!â He cuts you off with wide eyes, a bit too quickly. He clears his throat awkwardly, âI mean, no, of course not. I just, I truly donât want to make you uncomfortable.â
Your heart warms up at his words. âI wonât, I promise.â You reassure him with a small but genuine smile. âAs long as youâre fine with it too?â
Anakin reciprocates your smile and nods, âof course, sweetheart.â
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You canât stop shivering.
Even hours after youâve come back from skiing, youâre trembling. The cold not leaving your body, as you canât seem to warm up. The warm water of the shower from earlier didnât help either. Your hands are freezing cold, your fingers feeling like ice cubes.
You donât like skiing, itâs one of the reasons why you were so reluctant to come along on this trip. Not because you hate the sport, but youâre just awful at it.
Youâve been trying all day to ski the right way, only for you to fall on your face in the snow every single time you thought you were getting the hang of it.
Youâre certain that multiple of your friends' camera rolls, especially Ahsokaâs and even Benâs, are now full of pictures and videos of you going down the baby slopes with all the little kids laughing at you as you kept falling down.
The worst of it all is that this wasnât your first time skiing. You used to go skiing a lot as a kid but itâs been at least fifteen years ago that you put skis on, let alone went skiing. Even with the help of Anakin, you would continue to make a fool out of yourself. After countless times of him catching you, you finally gave up.
You truly wished you stayed at the chalet with hot chocolate and a good book.
Especially after hours of being back in the chalet, you still canât seem to get warm. Not only are you extremely cold, your body is sore as well.
After youâve had dinner with the whole group, you go straight to take another shower. You couldnât wait to engulf your body in warmth again.
As you emerge from the adjacent bathroom in your pyjamas with a hoodie on top of it, after taking your second shower of the evening, you canât help but stop and stare at the sight before you. Anakin is sitting shirtless against the headboard with some pillows propped against it to make him feel more comfortable, while heâs holding one of his sketchbooks. Heâs covered in blankets and you canât help but find him adorable as you admire him.
The change of temperature in the room is the next thing you notice, before you hear some crackling of fire. Anakin must have started the fire, to bring some warmth to the room. The fireplace illuminates the room in a beautiful warm glow, and you have to pull your eyes away as the orange lightning makes Anakin look even prettier.
Unfortunately, after your shower you still feel extremely cold. The shivering doesnât stop.
âI lit the fireplace.â He says with a smile as he looks up from his sketches.
Despite how cold you feel, a sense of warmth spreads through your chest by his words. âThank you, Ani. Thatâs very sweet.â You whisper before making your way to your side of the bed, instantly getting under the covers and blankets.
Once you are settled underneath your covers he turns his attention back to his sketchbook, resuming his drawings or doodles.
As he concentrates on his drawings, your gaze flicks over to him every one in a while, his face lit up by the orange glow of the fireplace. Heâs always been pretty, thatâs a fact, but you can see it now more than ever. You canât help but admire how beautiful he looks, it nearly takes your breath away.
Itâs hard to look away.
Minutes have passed and youâre still freezing, teeth chattering and body trembling as chills run up and down your arms and legs. You desperately rub your hands over your arms as you try to warm up but eventually you settle your hands underneath your arms.
The rustling of the sheets has probably caught his attention because soon Anakin calls out your name.
âDid the shower not help this time around?â
You look up as you catch him staring at you. Despite the fact that you continue to shiver underneath the covers you feel yourself get flustered as he looks at you intensely. His blue eyes shine so beautifully in the sunset glow of the room. You almost forget the question that left his lips as you quickly snap out of your daze.
You donât trust yourself to speak. So instead, you close your eyes for a second and just simply shake your head as another huge shiver runs down your spine.
Anakin seems to contemplate with himself as he lies still after you answered. He sighs after the beat of silence, then puts his book and pencil aside.
âCome here,â he says softly as he beckons you to come to him.
A flash of heat washes over your face as you look at him. As you continue to look at him with wide eyes he rolls his eyes playfully at you. âCome on sweetheart,â
Youâre used to cuddling your best friend sometimes but never in this position, and certainly not in the same bed. But you canât help but feel your whole body crave for his touch.
You nibble on your bottom lip before you finally decide to move closer to him.
As you come closer he slowly wraps his arms around you, giving you time to pull away in case he is overstepping boundaries. Seeing that you donât pull away, he fully wraps his arms around you; engulfing you in his embrace.
Once you settle in his touch, youâre immersed in warmth. You arenât sure if it is the body heat your best friend radiates or if it is the blood that runs to your cheeks. Soon you realise you arenât exactly cuddling him back. So then you wrap your arms around his body, your hands settling on his back.
The touch of your fingers grazing his bare back pulls a shiver and a gasp out of your best friend.
âShit, angel,â he curses under his breath, pulling back from your embrace to take one of your hands in his. Then he grabs the other one and clasps them together. âYour fingers are literally frozen!â
He holds your hands between his own warm palms as he looks at you. He holds your gaze as you continue to shiver in front of him. Anakin then lowers his head. His lips hover barely an inch over your skin, then opens his mouth to release a few hot breaths directly onto your fingers.
âSweetheart, youâre freezing.â He whispers, almost as if more to himself. He is rubbing your hands as he looks back at you.
Then he holds your eye contact as he lowers his lips to your skin again. But this time, he presses soft kisses against your knuckles.
He continues to place kisses all over your fingers and occasionally blows some warm air onto your skin. It brings a flutter to your stomach while you stumble for something to say to him. You feel yourself melt and turn putty in his touch. As he continues to shower you in his affection you canât help but notice how soft his touch is.
âI-Iââ you choke as a whirling feeling shoots through your body. Warmth rises to your face once again and all over your body as he continues to stare into your eyes.
The last time you held hands was when you were both children, when his mom took you two to get some of your fave ice cream from the ice cream truck in the park during a hot summer afternoon.
You realise that your body is still extremely close to his, as he continues to hold your hands in his. By now most of the cold has left your body. Youâre not exactly sure what made it go away but you are pretty sure Anakin is somehow the reason for it. Youâre convinced he is some sort of magician because how could his touch bring warmth this fast back to you.
âAre you still cold?â He asks as he holds your gaze while he plays with your fingertips.
âYes.â You half lie, as you bite your lip.
Being so close in this bed with him makes your cheeks turn hotter. You hope Anakin canât sense that youâre lying, because you truly donât want his touch to leave you.
âOh, no,â he tuts before a smile grows on his face, âwe canât have that now.â His eyes twinkle in the dim light as he looks into yours. As he releases your hands you have to hold back a whine at the loss of his touch.
But soon he wraps his arms around you again, pulling you close against him, your chest pressed against his. He sighs softly as you settle into his embrace, and you melt into him as he holds you.
You adjust your head on the pillow. Your body relaxes instantly as he lets you bury your head in the crook of his neck. Youâre both incredibly close together, you can feel his heartbeat drum at the same nervous rhythm as yours.
âFeeling better?â He questions as he leans his head on the top of your head.
He chuckles as you hum in response and continue to nuzzle your face against his skin.
âA bit,â you pull at your bottom lip as you look up at him.
His hands are warm as they wander all over your back, over the soft fabric of your pyjamas. Your eyes flutter close as you enjoy his attention. You feel yourself get lightheaded by his affection and by the close proximity of your bodies.
You feel weak around him. But in the best way.
âYouâre so warm, Ani.â You blissfully sigh as you melt into him, nuzzling into his shoulder with your eyes still closed.
You hear your best friendâs breath hitch as your hands start to wander all over his back. You're feeling the soft skin of Anakinâs hips mindlessly, sending shivers up his spine as you graze your fingers slowly against his skin.
You shift your head up just slightly, his chin on your forehead as your nose touches the underside of his jaw. Across your head you can feel Anakinâs breathing, each inhale and exhale starting to deepen as your lips slowly ghost over his chin.
His head then moves away from you just slightly, and regards you for a while, as if heâs trying to determine your comfort level. As youâre both maintaining eye contact, your gaze intensifies as youâre studying Anakinâs face, including his features. You can see the little freckles, moles, his scar and the slight stubble on the lower parts of his face. Your eyes move from his eyes down the slope of his nose and soon your attention is irresistibly drawn to his lips.
The beautiful lips youâve been dreaming about so many times.
His lips look so inviting, so soft and warm. Now that youâre thinking about kissing him, you canât help but focus on his lips. Youâve always wondered how his lips would feel or how much youâve always wanted them on your own. How would he kiss? Would he take his time? Or would he devour you?
Thereâs a moment of silence as Anakinâs face moves closer and closer to your own, both unable to verbalise just how desperate either of you feel for each other.
âAni, Iâ,â you start. What are you trying to say? Your heart is beating so fast, it feels almost impossible to think of anything as you look at the man in front of you. You want to tell him everythingâthat you want more of his affection, that you are hopelessly in love with him, and that you want to be his and his forever.
Anakin doesnât say anything. Instead, his hands slide down to your waist, tugging you closer just a bit closer. Your eyes widen while his become more drowsy, your breath quickening as his warm breath gently fans across your face. He smells like mint, and you feel yourself lightheaded and almost intoxicated as it washes over you, making you crave him even more.
Youâre feeling hot all over, a feverish feeling overwhelming your senses, your heart canât seem to find peace and quiet, nor can your trembling limbs. Itâs not the sick type of feverish, just heat. Tingling, like anticipation but threaded into your nerves, and warmth.
Then one of his hands moves to hold one of your cheeks, allowing for his face to lean even closer to yours, his eyes sliding shut. Your own follows suit as you feel yourself get lost in the feeling of him pressed gently against your body. Both of your noses then brush ever-so slightly as he tilts his head to the side, and it feels as if in that moment the world starts moving in slow-motion.
And then it happens. The two of you are kissing, so suddenly and overwhelmingly it steals the air from your lungs.
One moment you are both staring at each otherâs mouths, the next he is wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body fully against him as his soft lips claim yours.
You take a split second to register it, but instinctively you press against his lips with desperation and wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
He groans softly, a deep rumble in his chest, as you trail your tongue out to seek purchase in his mouth, and he opens for you without hesitation. Anakin swirls his tongue with yours so wonderfully it makes your toes curl and warmth spreads all over your body. His hands grips at your waist and brings your body flush against his.
As you kiss him, you give yourself to Anakin completely. He tastes like a mix of cocoa and mint, the hot chocolate he drank earlier tonight and the other flavour is probably from when he brushed his teeth, and you never wanted anything else. Just Anakin, forever.
You want him to consume your very being.
The same hand as earlier comes up to your cheek again, holding your face sweetly as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper. Your heart feels like it is about to burst out from your chest. Anakin is kissing you. He wants to kiss you. You canât seem to wrap your head around the fact that he is literally kissing you right this moment. He kisses you like you are all he needs and that thereâs nothing heâd rather do than kiss you right now, so you hold onto him, knotting one hand in his hair, letting him know without words that you donât want this to stop.
It feels like the world around you stops and the only thing that matters is Anakin, his mouth, his touch and his body against your own. And you canât help but want more, more.
He sighs in your mouth as one of your hands comes to trace the bottom of his scar underneath his eye. He tilts your head back, giving him access to delve in your mouth deeper, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip.
Kissing him is like breathing. He brings you so much relief, a relief so instant and intense you canât help the soft noises bubbling in your throat. You feel truly so alive. He feels like a hot cocoa on a cold winter day, like a hearth fire, like a tender embrace in the middle of the night. He feels like home.
His soft lips move yours and control the kiss, and you canât help but melt in his arms, letting him do anything he wants. He is so good at kissing, you want to do this and stay in this moment forever.
He pulls away after what feels like hours to breathe, his warm pants fan across your heated face. He is still holding your face with one hand, and his thumb on your cheek moves a little, stroking your skin with so much tenderness. He murmurs against your lips, âIâve wanted to do this for so long. You have no idea how much I feel for you.â before delving back in for more.
You canât do anything but fall into Anakin, the scent of chocolate and mint flooding your senses and intoxicating you better than any alcohol ever could. Your hands rove all over him, clutching and grabbing and pulling, anything to keep him exactly where he is, so close to you, right where he is supposed to be.
The long, frantic kisses become more sweet, loving pecks. You then pull away from him to look him in the eyes. Your hands rest on his chest as he smiles down at you, nothing but genuine care and adoration in his soft blue eyes. This is real. He must feel the same things as you do. It is almost too much for you to handle, a sweeter variety of tears falling down your face now as a wide, dizzy grin stretches across your face almost painfully.
âI⊠Iâve always dreamed of this, I⊠I-I love y-you, Anakin. So much more than youâll ever know.â You stutter out before closing your eyes as you enjoy the feel of him being so close to you.
He stills, and you open your eyes. A thousand questions pop up all at once inside your brain as you look at him. Have you done something wrong? Was this too early? Did you not read the situation right?
Anakin pulls his head back, looks down at you. His lips are swollen and wet from all the kisses you two shared, his eyes wide and lips parting as he processes what you just confessed to him. Then, he brings his hand back to your cheek, cupping it gently.
He breathes out your name as his eyes dart all over your face.
His thumb runs along your lower lip, tracing it slowly, his eyes lost in wonder. You watch him for a moment, the look in his eyes as he stares at his thumb moving on your lip. Heâs looking at you like youâre the most extraordinary thing in the world, touching you so tenderly and with such gentleness, and you never want him to stop.
Anakin leans in then, slowly, watching you with intensity while he moves his other hand to come and cup your face. He leans in until his forehead touches yours, and you sigh softly as you enjoy the closeness again. The tip of his nose nuzzles yours, his warm breath kissing your lips, less than a few millimetres away now, and you move your thumb on his cheek, stroking his skin and making his eyes fall close as he lets out a relieved sigh.
Then a gentle smile lights up his face that makes your heart swell and skip a beat. Soon his eyes open slowly before he stares deeply into your eyes.
âYou are everything I desire,â he whispers, making you still your thumb on his skin as you look at him. His forehead is still pressed against yours. You take in a deep breath, feeling Anakin moving his hands on your face slowly, his fingers spreading out to touch more of you. âThereâs not a day that goes by that I donât think of you or dream of you. There is no one that is as mesmerising and enchanting as you. You consume my very being.â He pauses before breathing out your name. âYouâre the love of my life, I love you.â
âYou⊠y-youâre in love with me?â You stammer, unsure if you heard him correctly. Youâre blinking repeatedly as you try to make the tears disappear that are forming in your eyes.
âYeah sweetheart,â he whispers as his smile widens, his thumb stroking on your cheek again. His fingers move to wipe the tears away as they slip down your cheeks. âIâve been in love with you since we were thirteen,â he says as his smile turns more bashful. âProbably even longer, I am sure I was too oblivious to work it out before then.â
As you look into his eyes, all you can see is pure adoration and love written in them. For all those years, this whole time, you were so scared to tell him how you feel about him⊠only for him to feel the same way. You were always his, ever since you first laid eyes on him.
âIâve been in love with you since the first time we met,â you told him, voice soft and quiet. âI donât think Iâve ever felt anything for anyone else besides you, ever.â
His grin is contagious, warmer than the fire thatâs crackling in the fireplace, brighter than the sun on a warm summer day and you swear that in that moment you feel as if itâs just the two of you in this universe.
You lean your face closer to his to then graze your nose against Anakinâs.
âYeah?â He smiles, blinding and it only widens when you nod shyly. His nose then moves down to press against your cheek, lips just brushing yours.
âYeah.â You whisper as you bite your bottom lip timidly.
Slowly he brushes his lips against yours before pulling away just slightly. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and you have to hold back a moan at the delicious, inviting sight. âBaby,â he breathes, sending shivers down your spine, as his gaze shifts from your lips to your eyes repeatedly. âCan IâŠ?â
You nod immediately, not trusting your words, and then he surges towards you to press his lips against yours. You sigh into it, your eyes sliding shut as you bury your fingers in his hair. Anakin groans low in his throat as your fingernails rake against his scalp. His hands then move to wander all over your body as the kiss deepens.
You whimper as he gives your bottom lip a little nip, swiping his tongue against it afterwards to soothe the sting. You gasp, and Anakin takes the opportunity to access the inside of your mouth with his tongue. You moan, feeling lightheaded and dizzy as the kiss turns more heated.
You always knew that heâd be an amazing kisser, but this is something else. His hands grip you and crushes your body to his with fervour as he licks and sucks at your tongue. All you can do is melt into him, your arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. You let out more moans and sighs into his lips as he continues to massage the inside of your mouth with his tongue just right.
Anakin devours you, pouring all his love into you and claiming your mouth and kissing you with so much passion, your body shudders with want, from the need for him. He moves his lips with yours and swirls his tongue with your own. His hand then moves to tangle in your hair as he presses his body to yours completely.
Your hands move to bury in his hair as well. This time, when you pull his hair it is a bit rougher than you intended to and it tips his head all the way back and he lets out a loud, wanton moan that makes your whole body flush with arousal. You whimper as he finally pulls away, leaving your body flush and panting and craving so much more.
âOh fuck, baby, thatâs perfect.â His voice rumbles low in his throat as his adamâs apple bobs, completely exposed. You have to fight the urge to lean down and nip at it, even more heat washes through you at his words.
âI love you Ani,â you whisper breathlessly, as he leans his head back up and kisses you hard on the mouth, his blunt nails digging into your plush hips. âI love you so much.â
âPlease, will you say it again baby? I need to hear you say it once more.â He pleads as his eyes flutter.
âI love you.â You whimper as his mouth connects with yours again.
He groans into you, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, and you open your mouth for him when you feel his tongue tracing your lower lip and licking into your mouth. His hand raises to cup your cheek, the other wrapping tighter around you as he keeps your body pressed to his.
His mouth then moves from your lips to your cheeks as he whispers his love for you again and again. He starts to trail long, hot kisses down your jaw and neck. You whimper pitifully as he suckles lightly on the side of your neck, tilting your head back instinctively to bare more of your soft skin to him.
As he continues to move lower down your skin, Anakinâs tongue pokes out every now and then to lavish your skin with it. Lapping, kissing and sucking at your body. His kisses become longer, hotter and more fervent as he continues on. You whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you pull him closer against you.
Anakin groans and bites down gently on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You cry out, impulsively grinding your hips against his in a desperate search for some much-needed friction against your aching clit.
You gasp, your eyes flying open at the hard bulge you feel against your pussy. You whine as your core starts clenching around nothing, begging for attention, his attention.
Instinctively you start moving your hips against his making him groan against your skin. The feel of his desire pressed against your heated skin is heavenly, and you roll your hips up into his to feel some friction against your core.
âNeed you so bad baby,â he groans against your skin. You shudder against him and feel the sensation pool down low between your thighs. Youâre certain that your underwear is ruined by now.
A high pitched whimper slips past your lips as he starts to move along with you, grinding against your clothed cunt.
Anakin pulls away to look at you. His blue eyes stare into yours as his hands move underneath your night dress, his fingers trailing up your thigh. You feel yourself grow nervous at his touch. Despite how much you want it, anxiety bubbles up inside the pit of your stomach.
âWait,â you whisper and his movements halt immediately.
âYou okay, sweetheart?â He asks worriedly.
âY-yeah,â you stutter before exhaling deeply. âYou are my best friend, so you know everything about me right?â
âYes, of course.â He frowns.
You take a shuddering breath, mentally preparing yourself for what you are about to say. âThen that also means that I should tell you that Iâve never been intimate with anyone in my life yet.â
You nibble at your bottom lip as his eyes widen in realisation. He knows what youâre insinuating. That youâre a virgin.
You want Anakin so bad, youâve been dreaming about this for so long but youâd be lying if this doesnât make you nervous.
It wasnât like you havenât dated before. You have been on plenty of dates all your life, too many actually, youâve even been in a short relationship, but unfortunately, nobody had really charmed their way into your heart like Anakin did. Youâve tried to get over your feelings for him for a long while but itâs impossible. And the thought of being intimate with anyone else but your best friend just never felt right.
A part of you always hoped that maybe, one day heâd feel the same.
âOh sweet girl,â he says softly as he looks at you with so much tenderness it has you melting against him all over again. âPlease donât you worry about that,â he smiles warmly as he leans down to nudge his nose against yours. âI will take good care of you.â
âI need and want you so bad, but Iâm scared that I might let you down.â You whisper as you continue to nibble anxiously at your bottom lip. âThat Iâll disappoint youâŠâ
âBaby,â Anakin speaks softly before he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your temple while he holds you close. Your body relaxes instantly at his affectionate touch. âI am certain you could never disappoint me with this. It doesnât matter whether youâre experienced or not, youâll always be the best lover I could ever ask. Because youâre perfect for me.â
He looks at you with so much adoration and love it has you melting against him all over again. âI trust you Ani,â you nod timidly and soon he leans down to envelop your lips in a slow but deep kiss.
Warmth spreads all over your body as his hands start to wander. You whimper against his mouth as his hands slowly caress both of your thighs. Your head is clouded with so much lust, you feel so much love for him. Your brain instantly turns into mush as you continue to kiss each other passionately.
Slowly his hands reach under your night dress moving towards your lower back and trace the soft skin there. You then start to move your hips desperately against his as you moan into his mouth, hoping that Anakin will get the hint soon enough.
The kiss then increases with an intensity that has you gasping for breath. You roll your hips into his, rubbing your throbbing clit against him for some friction against your core. You moan into his mouth as you rub against him. The front of his pyjama pants strains as he grinds along with you again.
Suddenly everything becomes overwhelming, the temperature in the room is rising quickly, the feel of his touch as it wanders all over your skin and the fact that youâre going into a foreign but intimate territory with your best friend has you feeling hot all over.
He groans as you continue to grind up against him, grasping your hips into his hands to halt your movements. You whine as he then rolls you both over, hovering over you as he pins your arms gently against the mattress.
Youâre so desperate to feel him again.
âSo impatient,â he chuckles with a devious smile after he pulls back momentarily to inhale some air. âSuch a needy kitten, begging for my touch.â
âPlease,â you whine desperately as you wiggle underneath him.
Moments later his lips press against yours again. The kiss gets more heated the more you kiss each other. His hands move down your body again while yours wander to the back of his head and you pull at some strands softly making him moan into your mouth. One of his hands trails slowly up your stomach as the other holds onto your hip. Youâre feeling weak at his touch and warmth pools between your thighs as you continue to kiss each other while your hands wander all over each other.
His fingers brush delicately over the sides of your ribs, moving up and down your skin repeatedly, his fingertips mapping out every dip and curve as they wander all over your skin.
âYouâre so soft,â he whispers against your mouth. Moments later he pulls his hands away only for his hands to settle on the hem of your hoodie. âCan I take this off, baby?â
You bite your lip and then nod frantically, unable to use your voice at that moment. He smiles as his hands brush under your hoodie for a second before he hooks his fingers in the fabric and draws it upwards.
You raise your arms to help him remove it. As Anakin is pulling away your first garment, the night gown automatically moves along with it. Soon his hands move down to the fabric underneath, pulling it up along with the hoodie. You feel heat rising on your skin the way his eyes roam all over you, taking in every little detail.
The way Anakin is looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration, has you feeling so alive.
You donât know what to do with your hands. Theyâre trembling so much, and your core is, too, as he discards both of the pieces of clothing to the side and begins mouthing along your collarbone with affection.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers as his mouth travels all over your exposed skin.
Your bare chests are touching, your skin on fire. You look at him with wide eyes, as he continues to kiss your skin, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
His large hands move to the curve of your waist where it meets your hips and clutches it, holding you tight as he litters damp kisses and nips to your shoulders and any skin along the way down to your breasts. You whimper as he traces the tip of his nose over the swell of your breast.
He leans down, pressing the softest kiss to the side of your breast before he looks up. âAre you okay?â His forearms rests on either side of your body, and when you nod, he brings a single hand up to stroke your left cheek. âIf weâre gonna go any further, I need you to talk to me, angel. I need verbal communication. Think you can do that?â
You stare at him for a moment before you nod again. He gives you a knowing look and warmth rises up in your body again. âSorry,â you whisper. âY-yes, Ani. Yes, I think I can do that.â
âGood girl,â he praises with a gentle smile. âAnd if you want me to stop,â he continues, his lips returning to your fiery skin, trailing barely there kisses down the valley of your breasts. Your eyes flutter shut, hands grasping at the sheets. âYou tell me right away. Okay?â He mutters in a raw tone, strained.
âY-yes, I understand Ani.â You whimper.
âGood.â
He breathes in through his nose as he inhales your scent and you shiver when he exhales warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. âFuck, baby, youâre so beautiful.â
Then, he wraps his lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucks and licks with passion.
âAni,â you mewl as you try to grind your hips against something, your cunt seeking friction.
âGood?â he quips back, peering up at you as his mouth curls into a Cheshire Cat smile. You feel your skin flush with heat as you just stare down at him. Lust is written all over your face and he has no trouble reading your expression. So he resumes licking, long, lavishing licks with the flat of his tongue over your pebbled nipple as a hand goes up to squeeze your other breast.
You take it upon yourself to bring the hand thatâs squeezing your breast, guiding it down to your heat. As his fingers slip underneath the band of your underwear, down to where you need him the most, his mouth falls open to unleash a loud groan onto your nipple as his fingers slip between your wet lips.
He traces your pussy softly for a while before he pulls himself completely away from you. He sits up as he removes his pants, you whine as you close your eyes, desperate to feel his touch, wanting him on you again.
Once he removes all of his clothes, you feel him move back up to you. He leans down, roving his lips down to your neck, licking and sucking, as his hands cup your sensitive breasts, massaging them in his hands. Heat overwhelms you as Anakin litters soft kisses down your shoulders to your chest. Your hands find his head, running your fingers through his hair as his mouth continues to wander all over your naked skin.
Anakinâs lips move slowly down your body, kissing every little place he can find on your skin while his hands trace along.
He then leans forward, breathing in your core and running his nose along the patch of dampness. You pull at his hair as he inhales your scent. âFuck, sweetheart,â he hums as he looks up at you with a smile, his hands leave your skin to curl his fingers into the waistband of your panties. âYou smell so good. Canât wait to taste you.â
A shuddering breath leaves your lips as you lift your hips instinctively allowing him to take off your underwear. Once he pushes your legs wide for him, you whimper as the air hits your wet slit. He takes a moment as his eyes take over you, your glistening centre clenching around nothing as he continues to stare at your wet hole.
He licks his lips before leaning down, lips lingering on your thighs, licking and sucking some kisses on your soft skin, Anakinâs lips are so close to where you need him the most yet he feels so far away.
âSo pretty,â he murmurs as he guides your legs over either of his shoulders.
Youâre about to beg as his lips detach from your thigh, only for moments later to feel him nuzzling against your pussy, smearing your juices across his lips and opening you up to his skilled tongue.
You gasp and squirm at the contact of his wet tongue.
He pulls away again only for his fingers to move to spread your outer lips for him, Anakin smirks as he slides a finger inside of you, watching the way your body squirms at the sensation or the way your wet hole swallows the digit, and you moan against the pillow next to you trying to muffle yourself.
The whine that comes out of you only drives Anakin to seek out more of those heavenly sounds.
âFuck, such tight pussy.â He moans, as your cunt clenches repeatedly around his digit. âNeed to prepare you for my cock.â
Your whines become louder as you feel the pleasure overwhelm you. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, one of his fingers is more pleasurable than any of your fingers.
You whine as your core continues clenching around his finger, begging for more. He pumps his finger in and out of you at a leisurely pace. Instinctively you begin moving your hips, grinding against his hand, as he moans. He looks at you intensely as he continues to fuck you with his finger. His eyes canât seem to stay in one place as he admires how beautiful you are underneath him.
You are panting heavily, barely able to think straight as he slowly slips two more fingers inside you. Anakin moves them slowly at first as your tight pussy tries to adjust to the addition. The stretch is overwhelming but so satisfying. Little whimpers leave your lips as he fucks you with his fingers. He moves his face back to meet yours, engulfing you in a passionate kiss, swallowing all your little mewls.
Your hands are tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands as your body moves along with the pace of his fingers, feeling him curl them and spread them.
You gasp, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, kissing you with everything that he has. "That feels good doesn't it, baby girl? You like it when I touch you like this?" Anakin groans and his thumb makes contact with your clit. You buck your hips and nod quietly. "Use your words angel," he taunts.
âYes, please please Ani, feels⊠so good.â You moan loudly.
Soon his lips travel all the way down your body making you whine and whimper and beg silently for more â all while heâs still finger fucking you.
Anakin inhales your scent as soon as he leans forward, but doesnât let you wait in anticipation much longer. He wets his lips before his head dips between your legs, warm tongue licking a slow stripe across your outer lips, all the way up to your button.
âFuck, Aniiii!â You shriek, as your hips buck off the mattress.
Squeaky, senseless noises bubble up from your throat wantonly. Your hips stutter against him and he just sighs like thereâs nothing in the world he'd rather be doing than this right now, eating you out on this bed.
Youâre a mess of his name, chanted and stuttering over and over again like a prayer. Your eyes squeeze shut to the point of tears, his mouth licks up your clit, he continues to finger you while one of his other hands is holding your hip, pinning you to the soft sheets as you buck into him, trying to urge him to do more.
The way he works up your arousal by pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling up ever so slightly to find the spongy spot inside of you. The familiar coil in your belly continues to build up as Anakin suckles on your sensitive bud. Your abdomen tightens as he starts to quicken his pace again, his fingers hitting into that sweet spot with precision, has your toes curling and clenching your thighs to squeeze around his head.
âAah, too much!â you squeak, strangled and desperate and extremely close to the edge, ât-too too much, I-Iâfuck.â
âEasy, angel,â he whispers before he places a soft kiss on one of your thighs, his fingers stilling inside you.
âAniiii baby,â you mumble as you borrow your head in the pillow.
âItâs okay baby, I know, Iâve got youâ he coos again, his smile all teasing. âItâs a lot. Will you let me continue?â
âY-yeah, just uh wait a secondâ you whine.
âAnything for you.â
But after a moment, waiting feels too much. It feels like hours are passing by. Youâre already tired of waiting and he is, too. Anakin leans down to dip his tongue between your folds to lick upwards to your clit.
You sigh at the same time he does, except yours is very high-pitched and his sounds so dreamy. Anakin is lapping at you with determination, moving his fingers slowly in and out of you, taking care not to be too rough this time and push you over the edge when youâre not ready for it.
âOh, my god,â you whimper, trembling digits sinking half into his brown hair and the other against your teeth, trying to silence yourself. âFuck, ahhh Ani, f-fuckâŠâ
He moans against you as his lips seal around your clit and you buck your hips at the action. âFucking- you taste good. You feel so good. Youâre everything.â
âFuck, Ani baby, oh my fuckingâ god,â you cry out loud. Youâre sure your friends in the other rooms have heard you by now. He sucks lazily at your clit while he curls his fingers into you. Anakin eventually sucks harder on your clit, still occasionally swirling his tongue around your little bud while moving his fingers inside you a bit faster. You keep chanting his name between moans as you now hold onto his hair with both of your hands.
You gasp loudly as your whole body trembles even more, the hot feeling continues to spread all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving at their own accord against Anakinâs hand and face. Then your body tenses as you come against his mouth. Your whole mind feels like exploding and all you can see is stars. You feel so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and emotions you are experiencing. Your body is still trembling as you feel yourself come down from your high.
âYouâre doing so well for me baby,â he says proudly as his fingers slow down, slipping out of you to rub your slit softly, while he continues to lick your clit, still helping you ride out your orgasm.
You are a sputtering mess while he teeters you towards overstimulation.
As you come back to your senses, you feel his fingers slip away from your heat. Your pussy clenches repeatedly around nothing, you feel like a hot storm and youâre sopping wet from the waist down and dripping down the poor sheets, as you whimper helplessly.
You need him so bad. Your pussy continues to pulse, begging to be filled all over again. Begging for his cock.
Your eyes are still closed as you feel your legs being spread further apart with his strong hands. A loud broken moan leaves your lips as Anakin dives between your legs again, licking a stripe up through your folds and teasingly dipping his tongue into your needy hole before he travels up to your clit, spreading your lips with his wet muscle and sucking your button into his mouth.
You practically scream at his actions, arching your back slightly off the bed. Your body trembles terribly. You need more. You try to grind your wetness slowly against his lips as your body continues to shake.
Strong arms are suddenly locked around your thighs, securing your hips with his biceps, holding you still despite your attempts to grind your pussy against his lips.
âTaste so good kitten, could eat this pussy all day.â
The man you love the most in this whole universe is between your legs as he keeps sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive slit. Your little mewls and other noises spur him on, to move his lips back up to your clit. He then sucks the nub softly between his lips.
Eventually he leans down, slipping his tongue into your entrance, he curls the muscle upward to brush your walls, the sight of your fingers bunching the fabric of the sheets in a tight grip encouraging him to do it again.
Youâre a mess, a whimpering needy mess. Your hips try to move against his face as you continue to moan breathlessly underneath him. Writhing below him, you feel him lick up and press against a sensitive spot inside that has you seeing stars, while your hips buck against his face uncontrollably. Thighs clamp around his head as you feel another orgasm nearing. Defiance and greed consumes your thoughts, your fingers once again gripping onto his brown hair rather harshly and hips pushing against his face to shove his tongue deeper into your hole.
âAhhh Anakiiiinââ you drag out. You are so close, you just need one more little push.
Youâre moving your hips against his face, fucking yourself onto his tongue as he applies pressure on your sensitive spot inside you with his tongue, you can feel his thumb circling your clit, making you see stars.
âBe a good girl and come for me,â Anakin moans against your pussy before plunging his tongue back inside. With a bit more pressure on your clit and the sound of his deep voice you come with a loud whine, your vision turning white and your ears ringing as you feel your movements against his face getting sloppier.
Your hips are stuttering until the final waves of aftershock pass. Gently, he laps at your release until the overstimulation is getting too much.
âYou did so well angel, youâre so good to me. So beautiful. You taste so good and sweet.â He says, his voice deep, as he kisses the skin of your inner thigh.
You whimper at his words, gently pulling your hips away from his mouth. He grins, holding eye contact as he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth.
You giggle as he licks his fingers clean, feeling slightly embarrassed by the action. You bring your hands up lazily to cover your heated cheeks, but Anakin is having none of it. He places soft kisses all over your hands and then drags them down gently, then leans down to pepper kisses to your nose, your forehead, your cheeks, until his mouth lands on your lips with a smile, joining in on the soft laughter between each kiss.
He pulls away with a satisfied sigh, he smiles as he reaches to touch the side of your neck, tracing his fingertips up and down.
You sigh as you melt at the feel of his touch and kiss his thumb as it comes to trace across your lips. You wrap your still shaky legs around his hips as you stare into his eyes.
âI think Iâm ready.â
âSure?â He asks softly.
âYes,â you nod as you then snake your hand between the both of you, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.
âWe can stop at any time if itâs becoming too much for you,â he reminds you, and you know the serious look in his eyes comes from nowhere else but concern.
You pout up at him as you trace your fingers over the scar of his right eye. âI know Iâm nervous but I donât want to stop.â
âSweetheart,â he coos. âI just want you to be comfortable and I want you to know that itâs okay if you change your mind. I wouldnât adore you any less if we stop here tonight.â
Tears well up in your eyes as you try to fight them from rolling down your cheeks. His words truly touch you. Thereâs no one in this world that you adore more than him. You were certain you wanted to continue with him but after his reassurance, you want him even more. You love this man so much. Heâs your everything.
You take a deep breath, swallowing back the lump in your throat and bringing your other hand up to cradle both of his cheeks. He looks you in the eyes with intensity. âI want to experience this with you,â you say softly. âI trust and love you with everything that I am.â
He looks at you with so much adoration, tenderness and like youâre a goddess. As if youâre meant to be worshipped and held with the utmost reverence. It has your cheeks heat up, but it also warms your heart, making you feel a lot less nervous.
He then leans down to enwrap your mouth with his, kissing you deeply as he cups your face. Your legs tighten around his hips, pushing him closer against your body. You can feel his hard cock against your core as it strains against the confines of his underwear, sending another hot flash of arousal through you.
Taking a leap of faith, you trail your hands from his cheeks all the way down his torso until your fingers meet his abdomen, slipping momentarily underneath the waistband of his boxers. Then your hands move to the band, as you tug at it.
Anakin watches you as all he can do is focus on your touch, and when he feels the still of your hands, he takes it upon himself to slowly peel back, shuffling a bit to rid himself of the last remaining clothing off of him. He tosses it aside, fully exposing himself to your hungry eyes.
Your breath hitches, your eyes wide. Fuck, he was massive. Long and thick in all the right ways. A spark of heat shoots down to your clenching core as you imagine how he will fit or fill you. But it is also accompanied by a twinge of nerves.
Anakin chuckles as he moves back closer to you, as his lips chase your own, as he envelops you into another sweet but deep kiss. âWhat is this beautiful head of yours thinking?â
âH-how?â You say quietly as you stare at him.
Anakin laughs softly and you canât help but pout up at him as you hear his soft laughter. âI promise, it will fit.â He reassures you quickly as his hand cups your cheek gently. âDonât you worry my sweet girl.â
He guides himself into position, his tip poking slightly at your entrance and causing another surge of heat to course through your veins. He rests his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes.
You smile and bite your lip as you roll your hips against his to feel his cock. It turns slick as you keep grinding yourself against him, he glides his hips along with yours as he rubs against you.
âI love you,â you whisper as you nuzzle your nose against his, reaching up to place a soft kiss to his lips.
His eyes glow in the orange light with a soft, loving warmth. âI love you too.â He presses another sweet kiss to your lips.
The two of you kiss languidly for a moment, treasuring the heat of each other's bodies as your lips slot together with ease, but soon enough the kisses become deeper, and hands start to grip tighter and legs tangling together.
He holds his length in his hands as he keeps rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you squirm underneath him, and back down. Anakin loves the sounds you make as he spreads his precum around your slit, where you are still dripping for him.
The thought of him finally entering you with his cock makes you wetter and turns you even more on. Anakin swallows your whines with his lips against yours, his hips rolling with yours. He kisses you full with fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.
Youâre trembling against him, full of anticipation. His body covers your whole body with his. You writhe against him, wishing he was just in you already and filling you up and making you see white.
âIâll try to go slow, okay, angel?â He says before leaning back down to kiss your lips again, he reaches down and grasps himself to line up between your lips and slide. He is rubbing the tip firmly over your slit and your mind is all over the place.
âP-please, Anakin,â you stutter, your body trembling even more underneath him. âP-put it in, please?â
He rubs himself up and down your slit for a while longer before he moves his dick teasingly around your core. You arch your back slightly and whine loudly out of frustration.
âRelax baby girl,â he whispers against your mouth.
You whimper in anticipation as his forehead touches yours. He nudges the tip of him against your hole, still slick with arousal. Your legs tremble underneath him, a mix of nerves and excitement. Once he notches himself inside of you, a gasp elicits from the both of you.
You know it was just the tip of him, but you canât help but feel the stretch already. Anakin slides in so slowly itâs agonising. Heâs careful, like heâs afraid you might break. You let out a long broken whine as he gradually pushes more of him inside you. Heâs so big.
You tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly as you whine underneath him. He pants along with you, his warm breath fanning over your face while he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. The stretch stings, but his pace keeps it bearable. He guides himself a centimetre further, then another, another, until you are digging your nails into his scalp, a gasp spilling from your lips.
His hips still instantly once he hears the pained noises falling from your lips. Tears begin to prickle at your waterline, a combination of discomfort and the overwhelming feelings coursing through you.
âDoing so good for me baby,â he praises as he peppers your face with soft kisses. âYouâre doing amazing.â
âPlease,â you whimper as your eyes flutter close.
He continues to move almost painfully slow, letting you adjust to every centimetre of him. After a couple of seconds youâre able to relax more into it. You whimper, clutching his shoulders at the stretch, the heat in your abdomen growing as your walls flutter around him, pleasure beginning to bloom in your stomach.
âSuch a good girl,â he grunts softly. You think there isnât a possibility to get more wet but as he utters those words you feel your heat get even more wet.
Once he bottoms out, a soft gasp slips past your lips as his tip kisses your cervix. The tears that lingered at your eyes are now falling freely down your cheeks. You feel so full and relieved as he stills against you. Your walls involuntarily flutter around him, getting used to his size. Anakinâs soft lips are on your forehead, leaving soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings and words of encouragement.
You take your time, your eyes slowly opening once youâre ready. As you open your eyes unhurriedly, Anakin is already staring down at you with an intense concern. âIâm fine,â you promise with a pant, nodding as you look at him. âItâs just, a lot.â
As you feel yourself adjust to his size, you realise how full you feel. So full, as if he is made for you, and only you. The feeling of him filling you up so completely has you seeing stars.
You need more.
He groans as you clench around him, and you note the twitch of restraint in his focused brow. âAni, you can move,â you whisper, bringing a shaky hand up to push the curls that fell before his eyes and off his forehead.
He looks at you with a tender look, before he moans after you squeeze around his girth and tilt your hips to invite him to move. He wets his lips before he moves slow and deep. His thrusts start as gentle rocks of his hips, never pulling too far in or out, just enough to feel every movement. The sting hurts for a moment, but it easily morphs into a more pleasurable feeling as he continues to move against you.
Slowly, you are getting used to his girth, anticipating it every time he pulls out of you before moving forward. Your legs are splayed open on either side of his hips as he grinds his cock into you. The angle is so good, gradually he picks up his pace, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. As he fucks into you in languid strokes, the sound of slick skin is being heard in the room.
Every time he thrusts into you, his pelvic bone drags along your throbbing clit, making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy.
âYouâre taking me so well, sweet girl. Doing so so, good for me.â He whispers against your skin as he moves to nuzzle his face against your neck.
Soft grunts fall from Anakinâs lips whenever he hits a specific deep spot inside you. You whimper as his lips move back up to your lips, enveloping them in a heated kiss. He snakes one of his hands down between your conjoined bodies finding your clit as he rubs two fingers over the sensitive nub.
At a certain point you feel him slide into a pressure point in your core and coupled with the way his fingers circle your clit, it has you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasure he is providing you. The whimpers that fall off your lips become higher pitched as he picks up his pace.
âFeeling good baby?â He moans, as his lips curl into a soft smile while he canât help but admire the way your face contorts in pure pleasure. Too overwhelmed by the new experience. Filth and praise continues to come out of his mouth as he fucks you. âThis pussy was made for me.â
His mouth covers your own instead as he swallows all your little noises of pleasure, you can feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tighter with every movement and every touch.
Your whimpers, gasps of pleasure and pants increase as ecstasy and warmth overwhelm your senses.
His hands canât get enough of you, sliding around your hips and lower back, wanting to feel all of you, touch you everywhere. You whimper at the feeling of his speed, feeling another orgasm coming so close, eyes tightly shut and legs locked bruisingly around Anakinâs hips. He can feel it too, in the way you clench and squeeze at his length, and he starts to drive even harder into your heat as he tilts his hips gently, searching for the one place that he hopes will blow your mind.
Your arms tremble as they wrap around him, your nails digging in his back making him groan on top of you. The feeling of the coil tightening in your belly, is tingling down to your legs, ready to snap at any moment.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. âBet youâd look even prettier with my cum inside your pussy. All full and messy.â
âPleaseâŠâ you moan as you think about him filling you up. âPlease Ani, baby, fill this pussy up.â
He grunts as he buries his face into your neck as he fucks into you, making the whole bed rattle at his force.
âYou want to cum sweetheart?â
You nod frantically at his words while your eyes flutter close as you bite your lip harshly. You're bucking up beneath him, nails digging into his skin even more as his hand moves back to your clit as another comes to intertwine your hands together, pinning them to the bed. He rubs your clit with enough pressure to ensure youâll cum around him.
âCum for me, kitten.â Anakin demands softly.
And when he finally nudges against that spot inside you coupled with his deep voiceâ you're exploding, shattering, and detonating all at once, crying out his name. Blood is rushing so wildly in your ears that you can't possibly hear the way you wail and sob as he crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing all your noises. Your head lolls back, your back arching violently as you twist and contort in pleasure under him.
Anakin groans in your ear as your walls spasm and pulse around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.
âFuck,â he moans, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. âYou want me to fill this pussy up? Make it all messy?â
Youâre still in a daze but youâre still able to understand him so you nod vigorously at his words, whining even more at the sensitivity. Your pussy squeezes around his cock in anticipation. âPleaseâŠâ
He moves his hips sloppily before he groans loudly, as he finally cums inside you. The warmth of his seed fills you up and spreads within your walls. You whimper at the feel of his cum dripping out of you once he pulls out.
It's a blurry haze when you come back to your senses, your whole body is aching whilst simultaneously feeling the most relaxed you've ever been, equally as exhausted as it is energised, and you don't bother trying to question why. Just pure contentment.
Once both of you caught your breaths, Anakin leans his forehead against yours before kissing you tenderly.
âThat wasâŠâ He breathes, smiling tiredly at the complete dopey mess he's made of you; hair all over the place and eyes lidded heavily, heated skin glowing and your lips looking swollen from all the kisses youâve both shared.
âOh yeah, that was amazing.â Your voice comes out hoarse, still recovering from the height and volume it had gone, and you clear your throat gently before you smile up at him.
Your skin is sweaty and sticky but he doesn't seem to care, pulling you closer and running his hands over any piece of skin he can find, still in awe at how amazing you looked coming apart beneath himâ all because of him.
Youâre overwhelmed with so much love and adoration as you look at him. Both of your hands come up to cup his cheeks before you pull him down again for another sweet and slow kiss.
Suddenly his body shakes above yours as he chuckles. You pull away from his lips as you look at him with a confused grin. âWhatâs so funny?â
âIâm thankful everyone made sure that we would be sharing a room together.â He says before laughing as you look at him with a surprised expression on your face.
âOh my god. You think they set us up?â Your eyes widen and you gasp as realisation hits you.
âI donât just think so, Iâm very certain of this.â He continues between chuckles. âIn fact, Iâm pretty sure some of them even bet on us.â
âThey did not!â You gasp dramatically before you giggle along with him.
âThey sure did,â he smirks as you continue to laugh softly underneath him. He leans down to press a soft kiss against your forehead, âwe have to clean you up.â Anakin mumbles as his fingers trace down your sides causing you to shiver and close your eyes.
âLater, Iâm tired,â you murmur back whiningly.
With a low laugh he picks you up, making you yelp in surprise. âUp you go.â Youâre about to complain that you can walk perfectly to the bathroom on your own, when you feel sore and your legs feel numb.
He reaches the bathroom, he then sits you down on the edge of the bathtub all while running the water and surprising you by adding in your favourite bath bomb, to make a bubble bath. You canât believe he brought your fave bath bomb along on this trip. It brings a smile to your face. Once the bath is warm and semi filled, he picks you up again and helps you in the tub and you close your eyes, feeling your muscles relax quickly, basking in the warmth and comfort of the bath.
âAni?â You question, hoping that heâs still in the room.
âYes, my princess?â He says softly.
Your eyes flutter open and you see him sitting next to the end of the tub. âCan you please, join me?â You whisper timidly.
âOf course, angel.â Anakin smiles before he stands up.
You look up at him as you scoot towards the middle of the tub, leaving him some space to slip behind you. Anakin slips one foot in as you scoot further away to allow him to comfortably move himself into the bath.
His arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. You sigh happily as you lean your body against his.
âI love you,â he whispers against your ear as he presses soft kisses down your neck. You smile as you melt in his embrace.
âI love you too.â
For a while, you stay like this, enjoying each otherâs warmth and company.
Until,
âYou think they heard us?â
âAni!â You hit his arm playfully. âI was enjoying the calm and our moment together.â
He chuckles as he shrugs against you. âI am serious.â
âYeah sure,â you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
âWas that sarcasm? Because I can be serious.â He laughs as he pinches your side teasingly. âVery serious.â
You squeak at the pinch, soon morphing into giggles as he tickles you. âNo!â you gasp as you try to wriggle out of his grasp.
You continue to giggle as you feel his fingers trace against your sides, knowing that is where youâre ticklish.
âNo! Stop! This isnât fair,â you say as you try to gasp for air while still laughing, âyou know that Iâm sensitive here.â
âYou know whatâs not fair? Making fun of your boyfriend who is trying to be very serious.â
You gasp dramatically, âthatâs not true and you know it!â
âIâll stop when you promise to stop laughing.â Anakin says, as he grabs your waist.
âOkay, okay! Iâll stop. But I canât stop laughing when you keep touching me like this.â You close your eyes and giggle as heâs still tracing the sides of your body.
Anakin hums as he stops his movements, his arms wrapping around your waist instead, pulling you flush against him again.
You sigh relieved when youâre not feeling ticklish anymore.
He brings one of his hands up to your cheeks, moving your face right up to level with his lips a mere breath away. âEven when youâre laughing at me, youâre still the sexiest and most beautiful person Iâve ever seen.â
His lips then envelop yours in a soft and gentle kiss.
âI love you,â he whispers against your lips.
Shuffling closer into him in the water, you press your naked body against his. Easily, your legs tangle together, and closing your eyes, you let his words and the comfort of his presence wash over you.
âI love you too.â
And thatâs how the rest of the night goes, tender kisses and soft touches shared between you two as you enjoy each other's company. Feeling so loved and at home as you melt in his embrace.
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First place | JJK
smut | angst | slight fluff
Jungkook x f.reader
warnings: unprotected sex, impregnation kink, degradation, daddy kink, very submissive reader, spanking, blowjob, toxic behavior, dirty talk, manipulation, missionary, second wife!reader, angst, jk has 2 wives đ, mentions of cheating/homewrecking, age gap, older!jk, arguing, craziness. | note: i do NOT encourage this behavior irl.
âPlease donât stop.â your desperate whimpers come out when you feel your climax creeping up on you.
âTightest fucking pussy ever, fuck.â Jungkooks hips snapped into yours, your leg over his shoulder as he fucks into you.
You needed to fuck. You needed to fuck someone, someone who could fuck you for hours. You go to your husband, who you share. You fell in love with Jungkook, so deeply in love.
Jungkook already had a wife, and when he told her he was having an affair she crumbled completely because she loves him deeply too. She loves him so much she agreed that you can stay in the picture, as a second wife, but she will always remain the first wife, the real one he loves.
âGoing to cum in this pussy, going to fill it up.â manly groans escape his lips, the feeling of your gummy like walls clamping around his throbbing cock sending him into a state of euphoria.
âCum in me please, please breed me daddy I need it so bad please please please.â You then reach your orgasm.
You cum on his cock, thighs slightly shaking. You feel his pace go a bit rougher, and quicker.
âYeah cum on my cock just like thatâ
your sharp nails come out and scratches his back, digging into his flesh. Scratching him was not just because of the pleasure you were feeling and the need to grip onto him, but also as marking. Although you were a second wife, you wanted to imagine it was just you and him.
The thought of any other female around him has you marking him more than usual. Even though the other female is his own wife, his first wife, you needed to leave your mark on him.
âTake my cum, fuck feels so good.â he then lets out his warm white cum into you, making you clench around him.
âOn all fours.â
You quickly obey, getting on all fours and presenting yourself to him. Your ass pressing against his still hard cock.
you then felt a spank to your ass, making it jiggle back. You whine at the feeling, the stinging pain sending sensation to your body and also making you even more wet for him.
âShould you give me this pussy again? Or should you open that mouth for me?â he brings his tip to your sensitive slit, moving it up and down.
âWant you in my mouth.â you let out. You still wanted him to fuck you but you been craving and dreaming about having him deep in your throat.
âWanna suck my cock baby? Such a good girl.â
He quickly moves to your face, having you still on all fours. Itâs like he wants to leave you in that position and just go around and observe you, thinking of what else he wants to do to you before he goes back to his boring first wife.
Before you know it, his cock is in your face. His hand pumping himself before letting the tip touch your tongue. Your mouth is opened, ready to take him.
âYou look so pretty, such a good slut for me. Ready to take cock.â his dirty words made you more eager to have him inside your mouth, so you take his cock in your hand and shove it down your throat.
âMm fuck.â he curses out, the feeling of your wet mouth and tongue moving up and down his length causing an overwhelming pleasure to him.
Just as you start getting messy with the blowjob youâre giving, the door opens.
âJungkook we need to talk-â it was her. It was his first wife.
Her eyes slightly widens as she sees you on all fours with her husbands cock down your throat. Salvia dripping from the corners of your mouth and his cum all on and inside your pussy. Her eyes travel from you to her husband, whoâs fully naked. Tattoos and muscles on display, clearly deep in the moment.
âYunah fuck, not now babe alright?â you then take his cock out of your throat, completely over this man.
âClearly. Iâll be downstairs with lily and eunbi.â
She maintains her cool, closing the door and quickly leaving downstairs. The mentions of her 2 daughters with Jungkook making you feel a bit of shame. Especially since lily is only 6 and eunbi is 4. ïżŒ
âSorry about that baby, alright letâs get back to it. Missed your touch already.â His words are poison. You want to please him more. You want to be all over him so bad, but not like this.
Itâs been 6 long months of being married to Jungkook after a year of fooling around. You think of how young you are, only 22. Is the rest of your life really going to be days filled with this man? This 36 year old, beautiful man you love so much. What if you reach 35 just like his wife, would he still love you?
âBaby?â his voice brings you out of your thoughts.
âIâm tired, I think we should get some sleep. Plus Iâm sure they need you right now.â you quickly get up and put your nightgown on, not caring that his dick was still hard and waiting for you.
âHey? Baby we been over this. I know this situation is hard but I love you so much. I love my kids, I love you, and I love our little one coming soon.â His tattooed hand caresses your tummy, you both have been having unprotected sex the past month, so you both are sure youâre pregnant. Heâs cum inside of you way too many times for you not to be.
âWhat about her?â you chirp out sadly.
âBaby. You know itâs just for the kids. Sheâs still my wife, and I still care for her deeply but-â you cut him off before he could speak more.
âBut what? But you still give her kisses? But you still take her out in dates with the girls, having this picture perfect family life, but you still sleep by her side, but you still have sex with her.â
you let out what you wanted to let out for a while. You know youâre at fault for this too, but you canât help it. You fell in love.
âI hardly even kiss her! I do when weâre around people who know weâre married maybe. I take her out with our kids because they deserve to have family memories. It doesnât matter if I sleep by her side because youâre all I think about. And the few times I did have sex with her which only been twice these past 6 months I used condoms because I only want to feel you. She canât even make me cum! You agreed to this, remember that.â
He was raising his voice a bit, already having his pajama pants on. You didnât care with what he had to say, you didnât care for his excuses you were just upset at everything. Upset at him, upset at his wife, upset at yourself, upset with the world.
âIt doesnât matter Jungkook if you use condoms or if it was a few times, Itâs the way you have sex with her too! Soft slow romantic and all of that shit and what do I get? I get fucked like a whore. And yes I love it but I also want you to love me more. Be romantic with me too. Stop being romantic with her and start focusing on me. Please I canât do this anymore.â
Tears starts to escape your eyes, you really couldnât do it anymore. You were falling apart. Everything would be good if she was just out of the picture.
You didnât hear Jungkook say anything, you just felt his large muscular arms wrapped around your small weeping frame.
âI love you. I love you so much and Iâm sorrry.â you let him try to comfort you, because yet again you let the love you have for him take over you.
âSorry isnât enough Jungkook. I love you too, and I never want to stop loving you but I canât be second place anymore. Please. Please I canât do this.â you sob into his chest.
The night ended on a good note surprisingly. He reassured you and comforted you to the max. He told you everything was going to be okay, he told you it was all going to be over soon. That it would just but you two and the kids, including the one inside you. He slept by your side, holding you so close. Kissing you and coddling you, showing you so much love.
Your night ended amazing, while on the other hand.. Yunahâs morning was depressing but expected. Sadly. She woke up alone, with divorce papers on her nightstand. She walked around the huge house that will no longer be hers. She saw that her daughters were already at school, taken by their father. She catches you in the bathroom upstairs, with a pregnancy test in your hand. You didnât notice her, too focused on the 2 lines on the test. She didnât need to be close to see the 2 bold red lines.
You were too caught up in the moment, that youâre pregnant. Youâre going to have a child of your own, with your husband who is now all yours. You do feel bad, but youâre now finally in first place.
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Hi guys!! đ I have a fic for yâall finally omg this was so messy đ like the story is messy the characters are messy like itâs just a mess but it was honestly fun writing. Iâm thinking of writing some major like.. crazy plot type fics, idk if I should focus more on plot of smut.. I try both but sometimes it gets hard :( but anyway another yapping from me, im going to listen to lana and kali uchis to inspire more fantasy idea to write about hehe đđ
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HOW HAZBIN HOTEL REACT TO ST. PATRICKâS DAY BY SINNER TEEN! READER
Prompt: sinner! Reader teaches the gang how St.Patrick day is like when they were alive.
MUHAHHA YOU ARE PINCHING BITCHES LEFT AND RIGHTđâđŸ
I can see you just wearing hella green and pinching the others. Now only if you survive Alastor. Cause itâs cannon that he hates touch. But if you are like his child, he may spare you and want to know the tradition you did.
If you arenât like a child to Alastor, you better pray to Lucifer that you arenât getting eaten tonight cause you dipped the hell out of his room seeing his eyes turn to radio dials.
You dress the egg boiz up fancy in green suits and a nice leprechaun hats.â€ïž itâs so cute as they just smile at you and hug your legs
Charlie had to talk to you about the pinching today, you softly pinched her as she talked. But you told her how in the modern world that thereâs a day where people pinch each other if they donât wear green on St.Patrickâs day. But once you told Charlie that a green four leaf clover meant good luck.
You better believe she went to Charlie Morningstar, to âGOOD LUCK CHARLIEâđđđ
Sheâs literally going to try and find one so her good luck can help the hotel. She dragged vaggie into this which made vaggie glare at you. You just smirk holding a green flower.
Charlie would go crazy with this small holiday thing as she makes you decorate the hotel in green for it. Hell, and you donât hate as you help her out with doing the decorations and green painting.
After that, they all started to wear green during that March. Plus, your pinches are like death themselves because you actually accidentally paralyzed husky in his neck
Husk didnât like the whole holiday until you told him about the drinking. The mf smiles and switched so fast it made you side eye him.
Youâre giving the meanest, tightest, skin ripping pinch to Valentino in his damn sleep.
Heaven isnât safe either đ
LMAO IMAGINE ADAM WATCHING TV AND HE FEELS A PINCH ONLY TO TURN AROUND TO SEE A FUCKIN LEPRECHAUN- aka which is you
âWHAT THE SHIT?!â
âSURPISE MOTHAFUCKA!â And you just dip like that throwing down a green smoke bomb.
After that hell and heaven both had a meeting to make st.Patrick day a thing, cause how the tf did you get to heaven..no one knows. You are secretly a god/j
You also teach the residents it, like you teach the old school and probably the new school sinners what St.Patrickâs day is like for you.
Who knew a minor like you in hell was such a damn menace, cause straight after St.Patricks Day. People were scared to get pinch whilst you just walk around the hotel and pride ring.
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hi, can i request percy x fem!reader or just reader if you donât write fem.
Basically percy is dating someone from the mortal world and she asks percy to attend these important dates for her because idk sheâs in ballet or something and he misses it because heâs always doing quest with annabeth and the reader feels like heâs going to leave her. happy ending pls.
a/n: awhh omg yes ofc đ!!
â§MISUNDERSTANDING || percy jackson x fem!reader
summary: up above!
word count: 3393 (bruh i was aiming for like 1k not MF 3K WHAT IS THISSS MY THUMB HURTSâŠand im tired âčïž)
warnings: a bit of hurt reader and percy, miss communication, fluff and comfort in the end
y/n breathed heavily and steadily she made sure her feet were pointed and flexed to perfection. her arms being outstretched perfectly and her fingers pointed towards the walls of the studio her teacher, miss.yana, instructed her to finally move.
ânow! close your feet!âây/n did just so. as she held them together, unmoving she breathed steadily through her nose, making sure not to flex her face that would cause the whole class to restart.
she didnât particularly hate ballet, she loved it beyond measure. she loved it so muchâit was her motherâs favorite thing to do when she was young and when she had a small incident that stopped her from doing ballet all together, y/n promised her at the age of nine that she would continue her love for ballet.
and now here she was, four years later still doing ballet with a small collection of good metals at home to make her mother proud.
âopen feet! close, open feet! close!â the teacher shouted to the class. they all did just as she told with no hesitance and no mistake.
if there were anyâfrom anyone. that person would be the punching bag until next week. luckily y/n has never had to experience that, she made sure she was always perfect for the class, teacher, herself and her mother.
ârestâŠgood job today class, you are now dismissed. julia! make sure you keep stretching i saw slight hesitation in your leg stretches, if you need it checked out please get that down before next month.â
next month just so happened to be one of their important plays that would be watched by one of the most popular and well paid ballet teachers of all time in new york. she would be watching the class y/n so happens to be in to see who is most fitted for her privet class, and y/n had to make sure she was picked, she had to.
as y/n rested and walked over to her duffle bag that held all of her supplies, her friend maxine walked up to her. she always wore pink leg warmers and her hair in one of the tighter buns y/n had ever seen before.
âhey y/n! were you able to hang out tonight? me and rebecca were thinking we would do a small movie night at hers? we all get these cute little themed colored snacks and watch like, horror movies or something?â maxine smiled down at y/n who gave a tight lip apologetic smile.
âawh iâm sorryâŠmaybe we can reschedule on it? iâm supposed to be meeting percy todayâ y/n threw on her sweats and sweatshirt to match. her new shoes being simple brown boots and her hat on to cover her head from the windy weather outside.
maxine smile and awedââoh! you guys are so cute together in so jealous, i though youâd said he was studying abroad?â
yeah and by that she means some place far far away were humans canât even enter.
âyeahâŠbut heâs visiting today and we were going to see that new movie in theatersâ y/n smiled at maxine who nodded her head with a warm smile.
âawh! you two have fun okay? text me the details later!â as she walked away y/n waved her goodbye and made her way to the opposite door. leading her way out of the studio and right into to the sidewalk of new york city.
ăàšà§ă
when y/n got home she made herself known by yelling out to her parentsââmom, dad! iâm home!â she yelled. just then she quickly heard footsteps coming from the both of them as they smiled and hugged their daughter.
âmy sweet! how was practice? iâm so happy you got back safe i keep telling you dad here to get you a bike or a car! ah! was that nasty teacher mean to you today? huh?â her mom rushed to her side as her dad gave her a shocked look at what she said about the car and bike.
âyou didnât tell meââ
âshut up i did!â
ânuh-uh!â
âyes! yes (f/n) i told you a hundred times you were just always half asleep when i told youââ
âwh! well maybe if i werenât half asleep i would have knowââ
âokay guys! itâs okay iâm back! i donât need a car but i will like a bike? and no she wasnât mean today, i did pretty goodâ y/n praised herself as she set down her bag which was quickly picked up by her dad who went to put it in her room.
âawh thatâs good to here, oh! and what about you and percy? huh? you told me you two were going out tonight is that still on?â
âyes mom. iâm going to be leaving around five or six and back at nine like always, maybe heâll stay, maybe he wonât.â y/n shrugged as she was walked by her mom arm in arm.
âwell, iâll cut fresh fruit just in case, now i know your tired so go take a nice bath! get ready for your dateâ she sang while y/n felt her face warm.
âmom! donât say it like thatâ
âwell! i mean youâve been together for how long now?â
âtwo yearsââ
âtwo years! and you still get nervous! i still think itâs adorable donât worry, im sure he does tooâ she teased while y/n groaned and made her way to her room.
when she got there she immediately went to rush for her phone and unlocked it. her homescreen being her pet and lock being her and percy at the beach. she loved that picture so much, sheâs probably posted it about a hundred times over and over on her photo dumps.
going into her contacts she was quick to text her boyfriend, percy. hoping she wasnât interrupting him or anything.
âhey percy! i just got back from practice. everything going well at camp?â she texted. and almost immediately he responded.
âhey! yeah, everything is good, iâm getting my things packed for movie night, i should be getting to you pretty soon. miss me?â he teasingly sent making y/n turn off her phone for a second to smile with her hand over her mouth.
breathing out and unlocking it once more she texted himââof course i did, how could i not?â he hearted her message and replied quickly.
âwell donât worry i miss you just as much. iâll see you soon okay?â she heated his message as well and sent back a meme that he would always send her and closed off her phone.
deciding it was time to get ready she went to collect her bathroom things and started to get ready for her night.
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after about two hours of getting ready, listening to music and texting percy non stop, she finally saw it was time to leave the house. rushing to grab her purse and shoes she used down to the front door and made her goodbyes that consisted of hugs and kisses to and from her parents.
rushing out the front door, she signaled for a taxi which likely saw her and picked her up.
âwere to?â he asked
âthe movie theater pleaseâ
as y/n said that and the taxi driver started to move, she texted percy that she was on his way which she was left with a âseenâ.
strangeâŠfrowning her eyes bowed she kept the message open and waited for his response. he was usually really quick with this, never leaving her on seen nor delivered without a small warning beforehand of course.
âhmâŠâ she mumbled.
âweâre here!â he told y/n who looked up from her phone in a hurry and looked to the side to see the movie theater.
âoh, thank youâ paying him plus tip he smiled at her and said his bye which she did the same.
making her way out of the car and into the movies, she paid for the two tickets with the money percy sent her a few days prior, getting popcorn with her own money and some other snacks which was expensive as always.
looking down to see she was left on seen almost ten minutes ago, y/n double texted which she hated.
sending a small pic of the things she bought and the tickets that were next to the popcorn she held them all and walked to the movie room.
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sitting down into her seat she kept her focus on her phone, the big screen and the entrance of the movie room. hoping that one of the blondes that would walk in was her boyfriend who hopefully had a small explanation to leaving her hanging with the textsâŠtwice!
sitting back as the room became dark she decided it was time to call him. he said he was on his way? and she didnât mean to be obnoxious but she needed to know he was at least okay.
walking out of the room she called himâŠit rang. and rangâŠand rang.
then she heard his voiceââhey!â
âpercy where are youââ
âthis is percy and youâve reached my voicemail box. if i didnât pick up iâm either with my amazing girlfriend, slaying monsters or just sleeping, leave a message.â scoffing a bit at his voicemail she spoke.
âpercy im at the movies and i just wanted to know if you were okay? or if you're on your way? the movie started and i'm going to be watching this amazing movie without youâŠcall me back, please?â
hanging up and looking down at her phone and time she sighed and closed her eyes, ignoring the slight plained pit in her stomachs and heart she pushed it aside and walked back into the movie room.
sitting down and watching some of the movie she would occasionally look at her phone, the entrance. the screen. her phone, the entrance, the screen.
over, and over. until soon, without realizing it had been the end of the movie.
she still felt herself trapped in the endless loop she created for herself. her phone, the entrance and the screen.
soon enough she realized what she didnât want to think was true, he wasnât coming. he wasnât showing up once again.
this happened five times in the last five months on each date that was planned every five months.
pressing her body against the seat, she sighed and placed her hands on her face. letting out a shaky breath, y/n picked up her things and made her way out of the theater.
walking until the sidewalk of new york, she felt her phone vibrate.
picking it up in a hurry she saw percyâs name flash across the screenâshe answered.
âpercyââ
ân/n! listen im so so sorry! iâi lost track of time, i was set on a quest the second i was going to leave and iââ
âso what? the quests mean more than me? hanging with annabethââ
ây/n pleaseâŠdonât say that itâs not like that and you know it.â
âwell i sure feels like that percy! you stood me up! you left me alone again just like the picnic, the dinner, the fourth of july, my birthday!? percyâŠare your trying to tell me somethingââ
âno! y/n! no, itâno! stop what your thinking because it isnât true okay? pleaseâit isn't like that at all okay? i justâŠ.itsââ
âexplain to me percyâŠiâm listening.â as y/n stood on the side of the building she felt her eyes well up with a bit of tears as her grip on her phone tightened. her purse being clutched by her side.
âitâsâŠ.â
âexplain to me percyâŠplease.â she helplessly begged while holding the phone. on the other end, all she heard was a bit of noise and his breathing.
âiâi canât.â he mumbled. scoffing y/n threw her head back slowly while rolling her shoulders. trying not to embarrass herself by crying in the middle of the sidewalk.
âof course. bye percy.â
âwaitââ just as he said this she hung up and placed her phone in her purse. it vibrated, indicating someone was calling, seeing it might be her mom she looked and it was percy.
she didnât pick up.
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when she got home, y/n was met with a silent house. her parents were sleep and she was kind of happy with this. she could walk to her room with no trouble.
once she got their, she immediately broke down, her hands finding ways to her mouth to silence her cries, y/n shook her head a bit and bit her lip.
the pain in her chest grew and grew to which it felt like she couldnât breath.
was this his way of breaking up with her? was this is plan all along since she and him had to split? this whole time he was in campâŠhe couldâve been talking to someone else. this whole time.
sighing and crying a bit more she wiped her tears and breathed heavily, a shaky breath as she made her way to her closet and picked her pajamas.
after taking off some of her makeup, and putting her hair in a more comfortable up-do. she placed her phone on the bedside table and turned to the wall, her widow being slightly open to show the moons shine from space.
feeling her body shake a bit from her cries she suddenly heardâtik.
quieting down, y/n stopped and waiting just to hear anotherâtik, tikâone became two and two became four.
sighing she sat up and looked at her slightly ajar window to see there were small rocks being down at her window.
what kind of drunk is doing this so late at night? and why her window? and why on this day as of right now.
groaning she sat up and grabbed her bat to make sure bod is was handing from her window. stepping slow and close to her window she saw curls then a faceâwith a black hoodie on. screaming she went to swing her bat but was stopped withââoh my god! stop! stop! itâs me!â
stopping her movementsâŠshe knew that voice. placing the bat down and aggressively taking off his hoddie she saw it was percy.
âwhatââ
âi know i know, what are you doing here? why are you here? what do you want you pertinacious douchebagâi know but please? let me explainâŠplease.â he silently begged her as y/n firmly looked down at him. giving up as she saw his blue eyes, she placed down the bag completely and stepped beside it let him in.
once he was in he turned to her. y/n had her arms crossed and her face flat, filled and prominent with upset, hurt, anger and confusion. the slight previous look of tears in her puffy eyes made his heart sink.
âoh y/nâŠiââ
âwhy did you ditch me all those months? huh? i asked you and i will keep askingâŠif you canât give a reason at all and itâs related to your demigod duties i will respect that and leave it alone but please just tell me something? anything.â y/n hopelessly looked up into percy eyes who looked down at eyes and sighed.
placing his hand on her arms that were folded she let then loosen as he pressed his body against her own, embracing her with the warmth of her preciously covered body and his naturally warm one. she melting into his hind immediately and tested up again.
âis this you breaking up with me? i donât get it iââ
âi was trying to clear up my schedule to make it to your play next month.â he answered, finally.
pulling away immediately she looked into his sad eyes that watched her own as a small tear dropped.
âwhat?â
âyou were telling me for six months now about how important and exited you were for this big play so i worked and worked on many of my quiets that were already ahead of me to make sure none of them interfere with your play. i want to make there so i can see you dance, i know iâve been reallyâŠhorrible with being a boyfriend and making it to our dates and im so so sorry, half of it was planned and half of it was pure coincidence on being caught in a questâŠâ
âplanned?â she asked, eyes eyebrows turning up and he nodded.
âyeah plannedâŠi know how serious you and ballet are and i know your always stressed at being this perfect image for the world when in fact your always perfect and there isnât anything that canât make you ten times better than you already are. some of the dates i missed were meant to be missed like the picnic, and the ice skating rink and your birthdayâŠi was there, you just couldnât see me. and now that i think about it sounds creepy and weirdââ
âyeah it doseâ she laughed as he smiled.
âbut i didnât show up because i knew you needed the time to freely open up and relax. your picnic was what i made you, the food and stuff i made myself thatâs whyââ
âthatâs why some of the things were blueâŠâ she recalled.
âmhmâŠand your birthday?â
âa ocean view with blue ribbons around the napkins and flowersâŠbut why didnât you tell me?â she looked up in wonder.
âit would ruin your surpriseâ she shrugged while she tilted her head in a bit of confusion.
âmy surprise?â
picking up the bag that was set next to him that she failed to notice he handed it to her and she grinned up at him, a bit nervous he watched her open the blue bag. seeing another box, she opened it.
inside were his and her favorite blue colored ballet shoes. y/n smiled and picked them up immediately, placing the box and bag on her table, she looked at them and saw a small note inside.
in it was what saidâ
from here on out from all of my accomplished quested i have even granted a two year stay in new york with you, and for these two years i will stay by your side non stop to make up for my missed dates, and missed hugs and talks. your favorite â percy jackson.
looking up at him with teary eyes, she launched herself at him with her arms around his neck, y/n felt percy rub her back soothingly and she immediately spoke.
âoh my god iâm so sorry! i was so mean to you over the phone and i almost hit you with a bat! and i wa thinking of doing it anyway seeing who you were oh myâim so sorry percy oh my goshâ she squeezed him even tighter as percy laughed a bit and held her closer.
âitâs okay! itâs okay! i would to the same, i hoped you did so you would forgive me then baby me back to healthâ he revealed making y/n pull away and push him with a scoff.
he smiled at her and pulled her in by her hand, one of his other hands making their way to hold her face soothingly and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. he was always one for words and actions. smiling and melting into it y/n kissed back all untilâ
âwhoâs in here! my babyâwhat!â the two of them turned to see y/nâs mother and father holding bats only to immediately relax.
âpercy!â
âhi mrs.l/nâŠhi mr.l/nâ he shamefully waved at the two who rolled their eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
âmy godâpercy please. next time use the front doorâ he dad groaned as he went to walk away and back to bed only to feel his wife want aorund. turning to see her staring at the two with an adored face painted on her she awed.
âmy babies! look at youââ just then she was picked up and taken out of the room by y/nâs dadâher husbandââwait! i was just checking on them!â
âtheyâre fineâ he replied.
y/n smiled and covered her face with embarrassment as percy looked down at her and smiled as well, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her face he kissed her once more.
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Thinking about reader getting rejected by some guy and she gets drunk and loser nerd miguel is there to comfort her and she is like "miggy you are so much better than him!!" (She won't admit she said that when she is sober) and she is crying and saying embarrassing stuff she likes about miguel while he is trying his best to comfort her. Things like "i actually think the glasses are so cute" "i love how smart you are, always so helpful" and it escalates into things like "i love sitting on your face and seeing the glasses fog up" "your dick is big for a nerd, i love sucking you off" etc. And Miguel is like đł
she is finally here!! had a blast writing this one đ€
cw: drunk reader, reader gets rejected and gets shitfaced, miguel being a sweetie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, erm like pantie sniffing? đ idk, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting (because why wouldnât there be itâs me whose writing this), slightly drunk sex (can be considered dubcon), switch miguel??, undercover feelings if u squintđșđœi think thatâs it lmk if i miss smt. and as usual, not proofread â€ïž enjoy my luvvies
wc: 3.0k
your head was pounding. but thatâs to be expected with the excessive amount of alcohol in your system paired with the booming bass of whatever song was playing at whatever club you were at.
you felt so disoriented. at the beginning of the night, you wouldnât have shown up if you had known what was going to happen. you came out tonight with your sorority friends because you had your sights set on hobie brown. tall, lanky, and fucking gorgeous. all night, you had done your best to push your tits up in your skimpy dress and sway your hips to the song that had been playing at the club to no avail. he left you alone, feeling high and dry to hook up with one of your friends instead. seeing him make out with her in the shared booth you had all pitched in for bad made you feel slightly insecure. was there something wrong with you? you had chosen not to dignify that question with a verbal answer but rather with shots of tequila, and that had been 4 shots ago.
your head was spinning, and you felt so so warm in the club. in this moment you found yourself thinking of one thing only, miguel. you hated yourself for it. and when a mysterious double shot of vodka had appeared in front of you, the bartender saying some guy had payed for them with you, you downed them no question. the burn in your throat quieting the burn in your mind. but only temporarily. you canât stop thinking about him. his curly brown hair, his plump lips, his cut nose, his eyes, and those glasses he wears. you find yourself missing him in this moment, yearning for him to make you feel better. youâre ready to go home.
you push yourself away from the bar counter, and the push sends you reeling backwards and onto your ass with an âoof!â. with the strobe lights, loud music, and moving bodies, you were nothing in the sea of movement and stimulation on the floor. you figure the floor is your best option at regaining some sense of orientation, so you pull your phone out and order yourself an uber home to the best of your ability. through your hazy vision, you open your messages, scrolling through your contacts until you find the one youâre looking for, under the name âfour eyesâ. without thinking, your thumbs start moving, and youâre pressing send periodically.
you figure youâre done, and you brace yourself to get up and navigate through the sea of bodies ahead of the exit.
in his dorm at his desk, miguel sat quietly studying for his upcoming molecular biology quiz, when his phone starts to buzz.
my love <3
1:22 am. â r y awsje
1:22 am. â awake
1:22 am. â my roon in 15
1:23 am. â pls
miguel looks at his phone, trying to decipher whatever gibberish you had been typing. he figures you mean to meet him at your dorm, a little escape between you two at this time of night wasnât unusual, but never initiated like this. miguel bookmarks his page in his textbook before closing it, grabbing some water and ibuprofen with him before he makes his way to your dorm.
when he arrives, he sees you on the floor leaning against your door, barely awake. you perk up however at miguelâs footsteps, your eyes fluttering open and a small smile plastering across your face. âmiguellll,â you exclaim, throwing your hands towards him. âdunno my room code. piggy back me!â you giggle, rather loudly at that. miguel smiles a bit, walking over briskly to shush you. âokay baby, but you gotta be quiet, yeah?â he smiles, taking you in so.. free. happy.
a smile graces your lips, eyes hazy and blinking, hair messy and unkept like the clothes you wore, but to miguel you were as beautiful as ever, even at your most unguarded. he watches you with a smile, knowing this will be the last time for a good while heâs going to see you like this. he kneels, placing an arm at your back, scooping under you arms, the other arm at the back of your knees. with a swiftness, he steps back up with you in his harms with no sweat, and as drunk as you are damn do you find it hot. your face burries itself in miguelâs pectoral, covered by his soft grey sweater.
you breathe him in quietly as your head the buttons to your room door beep and your handle twist somewhere distant. all you can think about is miguel. as drunk as you were, your eyes would always find the time to focus on him. the way butterflies erupted in your stomach as you saw him walk towards you in his plaid pyjama pants and his loose sweater, glasses atop his head. he looked tired as ever, probably busy studying quantum mechanics or something. yet, here you were in his string arms. miguel, miguel, miguel. you look up at him as he walks you to your bed, and you catch a look at his resting face. he naw tense and sharp, lips pursed, brows bushy and furrowed, his brown eyes sharp and attentive. youâve never seen him like this. you like seeing him like this. your hand creeps up to his jaw, tracing the muscle and vein, in brief brushes as miguel finally sets you down on your bed.
youâre sat with your back parallel to the wall the length of your bed sits along, head leaning back and reeling in the coolness of the painted wall.
âyou enjoy yourself back there?â he teases, smiling softly at you, beginning to undo your necklace clasp. you smile sheepishly, feeling warm and embarrassed you let yourself get caught staring and touching him like that. âsâokay. you know i love it when you touch me.â
and there it is. the sharpness and the bite in miguel that youâre not used to seeing, the miguel who makes your stomach burn with a look, makes your chest pound by saying things like âi love it when you touch me.â heâs long gone from your neck, his nimble fingers at your wrists, unclamping your bracelets and slipping off your rings, placing an occasional kiss on your knuckles. and you sit in silence as he takes care of you, stripping you ever so slightly more bare than you were before, not just physically.
you watch and see the attentiveness in his moved, how heâs careful with you. he moves to take your shoes off next, kneeling as he does so. the begins to unbuckle one strap of your heel, focus built in his face as he does so. he pulls your shoe off, massages your foot, up to your ankle, up to your calf, stopping right as the burning you feel on your skin begins to pick up. you break the comfortable silence with the whisper of his name from your lips.
âyes, my love?â he hums, rubbing soft circles in your calves.
âyouâre so good to me. make me really happy,â you murmur.
âyeah? you make me happy too.â
ânot just that,â you begin, perking up a bit from your slumped posture. âyouâre really smart. makes you really attractive.â
he keeps rubbing soft circles into your supple skin, but this time heâs looking up at you, a slight redness to his cheeks. adorable.
âyouâre big nâstrong too. carryinâ me like that to my bed,â you giggle. you lean forward, your face a few inches closer to miguelâs. âmade my pussy fuckinâ wet,â you whisper at him, leaning back against the wall to watch him, a stunned look on his face. âmy other shoes not gonna take itself off.â
miguel doesnât let your comment phase him, at least beyond the physical sense, as he moves to take your other shoe off. and he repeats. unbuckle, massage, foot, ankle, calf, thigh- thigh? you watch miguel quietly, his hands rubbing and kneading into the meat of your lower thigh. higher and higher his hands creep, until theyâre sitting right below the rolled-up hem of your dress. miguel looks up at you, waiting for a sign, an order. wordlessly, you let your legs spread apart.
miguel takes heed of your cue, and his hands gently trail up your thigh and split at its junction, each of his large hands latched onto your hips. he abruptly pulls you forward, and you let out a small squeak. miguel pays you no mind, his eyes on the prize present between your legs. he burries his strong nose into your clothed vagina, rubbing at your clit a bit and he inhales, moaning at the smell. your stomach tightens a bit and you feel both embarrassed and aroused at his display.
âsmell as good as you taste.â
you bite your lip and snake your hand up to the thick head of hair in between your legs, pushing him closer to your panty covered wetness. âquit teasinâ me, you breathe out, miguelâs strong nose prodding at your clit. at your expression he moves to lick a stripe up your pussy, licking up the taste of you from your soaked underwear. you let out a soft exhale, feeling sated at the kitten licks miguel gives you. he trails up your clothed wetness once more, and moves the gusset of your panty to the side, exposing you to him.
ever anxious, you hold in a breath, ready and waiting for miguel. after a beat he finally places his mouth on you, delving between your folds and training up between them to reach your clit, which he sucks into his mouth hard. you canât help but let out a moan, praising him for his work. âf-feels so good, migs. keep goinâ for me.â
and he does, licking and sucking and thrusting up into you until youâre writhing writhin his grasp and you find yourself on the cusp of your orgasm. that is until he pulls away. heâs sat on his haunches, mouth wet and face flushed, lust heavy in his eyes at he looks at you.
âplease, mistress, can i make you feel good?â
you lean forward and grab him by his sweater collar, pulling him up to your bed, his face inches from yours. your lips ghost his as you whisper, âyou always make me feel good.â you pull him in for a kiss, your lips hot and heavy against miguelâs, swirling your tongues between each others. when you feel void of breath, you break up the kiss, taking a moment to look at miguel until you push him back against the bed, throwing your leg over his hips so that you were straddling him.
âwanna know something else?â you begin, leaning your head down to kiss his cheek. âyou always make me cum. with that big dick of yours.â you grind your hips against his, feeling him throb against your pussy even through his sweats. âyou always make me cum, even make me wet the bed and squirt. no other man has done that to me.â you continue kissing and suckung his neck, being sure to leave the unmistakable mark of hickeys down his jugular.
miguel moans, his arms tensing and hips jerking up at the sensation and you giggle a bit. âwant you to fuck me and make me cum with that dick of yours. hard.â you leave him with your words as you get off him, stumbling a bit, the remaining alcohol in your blood making itself present. you watch miguel, still laying against your bed and you strip for him. you pull your tight dress up and over your head, shimmying it off you until youâre only in your panties. you wore no bra.
at the sight, miguel gulps and raises off the bed, ridding himself of his pants and sweater in record time, until heâs naked in front of you. you peel your panties off of you, throwing them at miguelâs face as you walk over to him and push him back into the position the two of you were in once more. youâre sat on top of miguelâs hard length, laughing at his eyes peeking through the gusset of your lacy underwear. âbet you like havinâ my panties on your face,â you tease, running your hands up his chest, ghosting his hard nipples. he lets out a sharp inhale and you roll your eyes, grabbing your underwear off of miguelâs face. âopen,â you command, and his jaw unhinges without a spare moment. you ball up the lace fabric in your hands and shove it in his mouth, biting your lip at seeing miguel like this.
âyouâre so fucking sexy, especially now that you canât talk.â
you decide youâre done teasing, ready to finally satisfy yourself, and you lift you hips up. âput it in yourself,â you tell miguel, and a muffled sigh comes out of his mouth as he grabs his cock, aligning it with your wetness. miguelâs eyes close and his hips jerk up, his fat tipping pushing through you. miguel grabs your hips, squeezing and his keeps going, pushing the entirety of his length within you. you moan, the stretch burning so good along with the slight rush of liquor running through you. you feel hot and lightheaded, and good. so good. when miguel is fully sheathed in you, you donât give him a moments rest before you plant your hands on his soft pecks and push your hips up to slam them back down.
miguel letâs out muffled curses, and your breaths become to come out faster and shorter as your hips keeping going up and down. âfuckinâ love this cock. sâall mine. donât ever wanna share you,â you moan out. miguelâs feet plant into your bed and he matches your thrusts, his hands pulling your hips down as he thrusts up into you, causing you to squeal. heâs hitting you deep and hard and you donât know how long you can take it like this. in the midst of it all, one of miguelâs hands leave your hips to make its way to your clit, rubbing your swollen bud. your body tenses and shakes, and your feel your orgasm build itself up quickly.
âg-gonna cum,â you moan out, looking at miguel. you already find him looking at you, his face in utter ecstasy. your underwear in his mouth is darkened from his saliva, his forehead covered in a light sheen of sweat, his hair strewn across your sheets. he makes your stomach clench, and you feel yourself shake from your orgasm. miguel doesnât let up, heâs still fucking you and prodding your clit. heâs determined to make you squirt, just like you told him to.
âoh my god, oh my god, oh my god, iâm- ah!â you babble, your brain beginning to fog. your first orgasm doesnât even let up when you feel a second one hit you, and a groan leave miguel at you tightening and leaking around him. âh-hurts to good, please donât stop baby please please please.â
he has you begging, the pleasure feeling too much. heâs still not done yet, his determination to make you squirt keeping him going. he flips you both, so that youâre laying against the bed, with him kneeling above you. youâre in such a deep haze that you donât even realize until you hear miguel speak. he took your panties out of his mouth.
âgonna soak me? i need it, baby. you can do it, huh?â you hear him in your ear. your legs are over his shoulders and heâs pistoning into you and you just canât. your head falls to the side when you feel a pressure build in your abdomen and you think you did it. liquid spurts from you, soaking you sheets and miguelâs stomach, and he lets out the deepest groan at the feeling. heâs still fucking you, hard thrusts and skin slapping. you feel light and you donât know how much more you can take until miguel comes, and your hand weakly pushes at his stomach.
âmove your hand, baby.â
you moan, the overstimulation becoming too much, and miguel assures you heâs close, almost there baby, hold on for me, yeah? and you do, you hold on even though you feel like his dick is in your throat and youâre gonna pass out if he keeps fucking you like this. you swear your prayers are answered when his thrusts slow, his moaning becoming erratic and loud.
âfuck baby, mâcumming. so good for me, mommy, so fuckinâ good.â
his warm seed fills you up and his thrust still, your back arches at the feeling and a small stream of liquid gushes from you again with a heavy moan. âfuck baby, you still squirting fâmeâ miguel groans. he pulls out of you slowly, the feeling causing you to shake a bit. when heâs finally removed from yoh, you close your eyes, feeling a kiss to your forehead and sleep pulling a cover over you.
the next morning, you wake up with a blistering headache and a soreness to your body that just pisses you off, more than the sun peeking through your blinds. you groan as you get up, your sheets falling off of you and you see youâre in a grey sweater. huh.
you turn to your bedside table and see that itâs 10:37 am, with a glass of water and two white pills next to it. you reach for them when you hear your room door open, and none other than miguel oâhara enters your room. he greets you with a smile and you scowl at him, noticing the bag of fast food in his hands.
âbrought breakfast for you. thought you would, um, be hungry.â he says. you look at him, the scowl leaving your face, and you feel the itchings of a smile poking at your face. if miguel notices, he doesnât say anything, but he drops the fast food bag on your bed and kisses your forehead, before he disappears off into your bathroom somewhere.
you fucking canât stand him.
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ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?
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a/n: hi everyone! i wanted to write a story w friends to lovers trope so here it is! im not sure if this will be an ongoing series, ill just have to see where it goes!! this kinda sucks im sorryyy i havenât written in a while ive been so busy w school </3
cw: toxic!ellie, situationship abby???, tipsy sex, fingering (r receiving), violence?, kinda public sex, honestly badly written + not proofreadđlmk what else!!
WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN
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it was a normal friday, you had just got home from classes and were getting ready to go to a kickback with your friends to drink the stress of finals away. you were going with your friends dina, jesse, and your roommate ellie. all of you became friends during your freshman year of college, you and ellie deciding to room together. you were just finishing up your makeup, and you got up to change, beginning to take your robe off, when your door flies open.
âhey, y/n i-â she makes eye contact with you as you quickly attempt to cover yourself, your robe already halfway off. âshit- iâm- iâm sorry! i didnât see anything! i swear i-â why was she still standing there?
âget out!! go!â you say, clearly embarrassed. she turns around, clearly flushed. you become extremely red, but remember this isnât the first time sheâs walked in on you getting dressed. or the second, or the third..
you walk out of your room, wearing a simple outfit of a tank top and shorts. you meet eyes with ellie, who looks you up and down, seeing what youâre wearing. it was like everything was quiet. youâve had a crush on ellie since you met her, but youâd always assumed she didnât like you back since she was bringing in a new girl every week. she was wearing a blue flannel with a white tank top under, paired with a pair of jeans. you couldnât help but admire her, and wonder what she looked like under her-
ây/n!! i feel like i havenât seen you in ages!!â
your trance is broken by dina, who runs up to you, giving you a big hug. you hug her back, closing your eyes and smiling a huge smile. the four of you havenât hung out in ages. most of your nights consisted of either studying, or smoking with ellie and watching whatever dumb movie was playing at the time. the two of you let go, and you walked up to give jesse a hug as well.
âgod itâs been so long since weâve all been together!â you say, letting go of jesse. âis everyone ready?â
âyeah, weâve been waiting on the princess to finish getting ready.â ellie says, sarcastically. you roll your eyes as jesse grabs his keys and the four of you head out to the car. dina immediately takes her spot up front, leaving you and ellie in the back. âcan i have aux?â ellie says before the car is even on.
the four of you arrive at the party shortly after, everyone arguing on what music to play. jesse gets out first and goes to open dinaâs door for her. âyouâre cooked, jesse.â ellie says, laughing. âhey! i think its cute.â you argue back. ellie just looks at you and rolls her eyes, laughing, as she gets out of the car.
the party wasnât full, nothing crazy. you walk in first, immediately beelining to the drinks. you bump into a large, blonde hair girl.
âwoah, you good?â you meet eyes with the womenâs hockey teams star player, abby anderson. you notice her hands are on your waist, steadying you before you fell.
âoh my god, iâm so sorry!â you laugh.
âdonât worry about it, whatâs your name gorgeous?â she says with a smirk. you look around, and see ellie already chatting it up with a ditsy girl. if she can have fun, why canât you?
ây/n, and you are?â you knew the answer to this, everyone did. but you ddint wanna seem like a stalker for knowing her name when she didnât know yours.
âabby. are you here with anyone?â she asks, scanning around the room. you hardly even notice when her hands leave your waist, steadying herself on the counter.
âoh, just my friends. i split away to grab a drink.â you slightly turn to pour a random bottle into one of the red solo cups stacked on the counter.
she laughs, watching you. âa pretty girl like you doesnât have a boyfriend?â she asks, tilting her head slightly. it makes you blush, downing the liquor for some liquid courage.
âoh i donât- i donât really like guys..â you giggle. she raises her eyebrows.
âoh, so i do have a chance?â she replies, taking a sip from her cup. âdo you wanna head up to my room?â
you look over to jesse and dina, theyâre dancing to whatever shitty house music is playing. then to ellie, whoâs clearly already had a few drinks, chatting it up with two girls now.
âsure, letâs go!â
abby grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd. you canât help but love how big her hand is in yours, how she led you through the crowd saying hi to almost everyone. you almost make it to the stairs when you hear a commotion, and abby is shoved away from you.
âthe fuck are you doing anderson?â
itâs ellie.
whatâs her problem? she has girls at her disposal and sheâs worried what youâre doing?
âdonât start shit at my party, ellie.â she says back, getting closer and towering over her. you knew abby and ellie didnât get along that good, ellie always told you it was because abby was cocky and spoiled, but clearly it was more than that. âwhatâs your deal?â
âmy deal is that youâre trying to treat her like sheâs one of your sluts, sheâs probably drunk and youâre taking advantage of her!â ellie barks back, slurring her words. this makes abby angrier, and you have to step in.
âellie, itâs not that big of a deal. i said yes, im barely tipsy. can you let us be?â you didnât realize your words sounded a little rude, but it didnât matter. you knew this, with abby, was only gonna be a simple fuck and nothing more. she glares at you, grabbing your hand and trying to drag you out of the house. you try to resist her, but sheâs stronger. âellie, let go!â
suddenly, abby shoves ellie hard. âshe said let the fuck go, ellie!â ellieâs expression changed. she looked infuriated. she drops her drink and punches abby in the face. âoh you fucked up.â abby says getting ready to punch ellie. you shove ellie away, telling abby to find you on instagram, that youâll text her and that your sorry. you begin practically dragging ellie out. dina and jesse stop you before you can leave.
âwhat the fuck happened?â dina says, looking at the clearly pissed ellie.
âiâll tell you when we get home, im just gonna call an uber, go home, and sober her up.â
âyou sure you donât want a ride? we donât mind i-â jesse says.
âno, itâs fine. iâll text you guys when i get home.â you go to leave, pushing ellie out and ordering and uber.
the ride home was quiet. the uber didnât even make small talk as usual. the air felt so thick you could cut it with a knife. finally, you stop at your house, thanking the uber driver, and go around to ellieâs side to help her get out.
âi donât.. i donât need your fucking help.â she snaps. you roll your eyes and continue to help her, dragging her inside and pushing her on the couch. âgod, whatâs your problem?â
you donât know why she was acting so mean. true, she had a few drinks, but she didnât usually act this this when drunk.
âwhatâs your fucking problem ellie? i mean, god, can i not make my own decisions?â you snap, going to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink. âyou fuck a new girl every week, sometimes two, and i canât do it once?â you take the shot. âwhat are you so mad about?â you shout, going to pour yourself another.
you hear her shift a little on the couch. ânothing, i donât have a problem.â you audibly laugh, sheâs being ridiculous! you down another drink, closing the bottle. it makes you cough and gag a little.
âif you didnât have a problem, you wouldnât have fucking punched abby for talking to me.â you start to go to your room, wanting to sleep it off.
âstop.â she says. you do as she says, you donât know why but you do. âsit down.â
you walk over to the opposite side of the couch and sit down. she sits up from her laying position.
âi just.. she has fucked almost every girl at school. i donât want you being one of those girls.â you burst out laughing, not believing whatâs being said to you right now.
âare you serious, ellie?â you look at her in disbelief. âyou do the same thing as her! i knew it was gonna be a simple fuck, i knew that and i didnât care! so fucking what if a girl has some built up tension, am i not allowed to release it how i want? god, youâre immature.â
she stares at you blankly, before pulling you in and giving you a hug.
âyouâre better than that, y/n.â she says into your shoulder. âif you needed it that bad iâd rather you come to me than an ass like her, god at least we know each other.â
what?
you sit there in disbelief as she continues to hug you.
âellie, what? do you even know what youâre saying?â you stare at her as she begins to pull away.
ây/n, i..â she trails off, just staring at you.
âyou need to go to sleep.â you say flatly, getting up, tossing her a blanket, and going to your room. you didnât wanna deal with this now, and hoped it was all just some fucked up dream and everything would be normal in the morning. ellie would be back to her playful self, the two of you back to being best friends. you get in your bed, too lazy to undress and take off your makeup, and drift off to sleep.
the next weeks were completely different. ellie hardly talked to you, and she was bringing more and more girls home almost every night. she stayed out until the early morning, waking you up with the moans of the girls in her bed.
it made you sick.
you hardly ever saw her, either. sheâd try her best to avoid you, but the rare occasion where youâd turn a corner and bump into her only made her turn away back into her room.
regardless, you decided to have your own fun. youâve been texting abby off and on, and the two of you only got so far as making out at parties, parties ellie was at. the two of you would make eye contact whilst your mouth was in abbyâs, hers in another girl. but why should you care? she was the one avoiding you. she was the one who said you should just be friends with benefits.
you were studying when you get a text on your phone.
abs: hey, iâm throwing a kickback tn, u coming right?
you sit for a minute, wondering if this is really what you need.
y/n: ummm idk what kind
like crazy or chill
abs: chill
just a few friends
u can bring dina n jesse if u want
you contemplate, and decide it wonât hurt anything if you go. you type abby your reply and inform jesse and dina.
abs: starts at 9 donât be late
y/n:đ
you start getting ready, itâs only 7 so you donât have to hurry. you decide to fuck with abby a little, and put on a tight dress she wonât be able to resist. you start on your makeup when you hear the loud moans coming from your roommates room. you try to ignore it, try to focus on your makeup, but itâs so damn loud. you stand up, frustrated, and march to ellieâs room. you raise your hand, about to pound the door and tell her to knock it off, when you hear something.
ây/n.. fuck- ughâ itâs ellie. thereâs not another girl in there. itâs her making the noise. you canât help but feel the heat rise to your cheeks hearing that. you think about breaking her door down, but youâre frozen listening to her whimpers and pleads. âfuck- put my- kids.. fuck!!â
âellieâŠ?â you softly knock on her door. it feels like all the sound from the world has been removed. âellie, you okay..?â
you hear shuffling. âjust- what? do you need something?â she sounds annoyed, scattered.
âi heard you saying my name i just-â
she swings open her door. sheâs messy, her hair is ruffled and sweat beads on her forehead. âwhat do you want?â
you just sit there and stare at her in disbelief. her cheeks are a bright shade of pink and sheâs slightly out of breath. her smell is intoxicating.
âi just heard you say my name and.. wanted to see what was up..â you trail off. she doesnât say or do anything, just stares at you.
âwhere are you going?â she asks, as if she wasnât just caught moaning your name.
âoh um.. abs is throwing a little get together..â you say coyly.
âand youâre wearing that?â she snaps back. why was she so upset?
âlook ellie- i donât get what your fucking problem is-â
âiâm going, letâs go.â she says bluntly.
âellie, youâre not even invited, itâs a small thing.â
âso? i know jesse and dina too, im not gonna be your little plus one. cmon ill drive us.â
rolling your eyes and arguing with her as you follow her to her bike, she hands you a helmet. ârelax, y/n. whatâs she gonna do?â she hops on and you follow behind her, climbing on the bike and wrapping your arms around her. âhold on tight.â
when the two of you eventually arrived after you pleaded with ellie to stay back, abby looked pissed. the night consisted of a few drinks, dina and jesse cuddling on the couch, and eventually leading to a game of truth or dare.
you were sat right next to abby, her arm around you, and ellie across the living room. it was small, only about 20 people. you were shocked abby even allowed ellie to be here, she barely even paid mind.
âabby, truth or dare?â you hear an unfamiliar girl ask.
âdare.â she says, almost as to impress you.
âi dare you toâŠâ she looks around for a moment. âkiss alexis.â
the room got quiet, all eyes on abby. everybody know alexis and abby used to fuck on the low, but people assumed you were with her now. abby wasted no time getting up and almost making out with her, making you annoyed and your stomach churn.
âiâll be right back, gonna get a drink.â abby says, getting up and going to the kitchen. the atmosphere was off.
âum, yeah me too.â alexis says, running after abby. âabby, can we talk?â you hear her say in a whisper.
âumm.. okay fine, ellie then, truth or dare?â a random guy asks ellie.
âdare.â she says whilst eyeing you.
âplay 7 minutes in heaven with y/nâ
you shoot dina a look, and start nervously looking around the room at everyone. ellie gets up from her seat, walks over to you, and practically drags you to abbyâs half bathroom, shutting and locking the door. the two of you are mere inches away, smelling the alcohol on her. you had a few drinks, giving you a little liquid courage.
you two are so close, and the air almost feels thick, hard to breathe. sheâs leaning against the wall, just staring at you and waiting for you to do something.
âwe doing this or not?â you say bluntly to her. immediately, she grabs your face and starts making out with you roughly, catching you off gaurd and causing a moan to slip through your lips. she pushes you against the counter and lifts you onto it, placing herself between your legs. itâs too intimate, whenever youâd pull away, the two of you would make eye contact before smashing your faces together once again. youâve always wondered what itâd be like to be one of the girls on the other side of ellieâs door, to be the one ellie makes whimper and scream.
âwhat the fuck is going on in there?â you hear abby shout, followed by dozens of knocks. ellie doesnât stop, though, and only becomes more aggressive, grabbing onto your thighs. she pulls away for a moment.
âdoes your little girlfriend make you wet from just a kiss?â she says, staring into you. âi can feel it against my jeans, doll.â the loud bangs from abby are drowned out and all you can hear is your guysâ breathing. âtell me, y/n. does she make you feel the way i do?â
âno, no els she doesnât.â you pull her back into a kiss as she reaches her hand underneath your dress, and discovers youâre not wearing any underwear.
âdirty slut, you knew thisâd happen huh?â she doesnât waste time before one of her fingers begins pumping into you. âyouâre mine right? tell me.â she adds another. you feel dizzy, itâs too intimate. i mean, you were here with abby, now youâre getting fingered by your best friend?
âels iâŠâ the pounding on the door only grew louder and louder, your heart racing. her index and middle fingers pumped into you at a rapid pace, her palm grinding against your clit. you wrap your arms around ellieâs neck, pulling her closer. âthis.. this is wrong..â you want to pull away, you want to shove her off and open the door for abby.
right?
âdo you want me to stop, y/n?â she says before kissing along your neck. âtell me to stop and iâll stop.â she continues to pump her long fingers into you. âdo you want me to stop or do you wanna cum on my fingers while your little girlfriend is trying to rip me to shreds?â
âf-fuck⊠fuck- no dont, donât stop ellie.â she uses her free hand to hold your face and forces you to look at her.
âatta girl.â
âellie i swear to fucking god iâm gonna kick your ass!â the door is on the verge of breaking, splintering sounds coming from the door. all the tension is pushing you further and further to the edge, ellie overtaking all your senses. youâre drunk on her. every pump of her fingers into your hole and rub against your clit by her palm only pushes you further and further, and she can tell.
âyâgonna cum? cum all over my hand, cmon give it to me.â she whispers. her pace speeds up and one, two, three more pumps and youâre coming undone on her, biting her shoulder and squeezing her neck tightly to muffle your moans. âthere we go, thatâs my girl. my fucking pussy.â she says, working you through your orgasm. you feel like youâre in a trance, like the world stopped for a moment.
that moment ended with a loud CRACK coming from the door.
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Want | Sanji x Chubby! Reader
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Chubby! Reader
WC: 5.5k
Genre: Fluff, slight Angst
Warnings: Sexual harrasment, derogatory terms for chubby people, mentions of blood, insecurities that lead to a bit of light self derogation (Please remember you're absolutely beautiful as you are <3)
A/n: The response on Hunger is insane. Over 700 likes?! I didn't expect much beyond a few 10-20 likes, thank you for all the love đ This is another self indulgent fic, more personal to me because I'm chubby myself so... I'm not super proud of the pacing tbh, but it's still pretty good, in my (biased) opinion, haha. I hope you enjoy it!!! âĄ
also available on ao3!
When you joined the Straw Hat crew, you didn't expect to fall in love with the blonde chef.
Actually, when you joined them, you weren't in the mindset to think about love and silly crushes. Your island had been destroyed by the Marines for a 'good cause' and despite the Straw Hats' best attempt, you were the only remaining survivor. Luffy kindly offered you a place on his crew, and you joined as an assistant to Chopper, slowly learning from him.
The first few weeks after you joined were tough for you, who had never travelled outside of your island. It took time to get used to the environmental changes along with the emotional grief of losing all your loved ones. The crew tried their best to cheer you up in their own ways, and you would forever be grateful for every one of them for at least trying, even if their methods weren't the most effective for you. It was the thought and the sentiment behind it that counted.
But what did work for you was⊠food. Ever since you were a child, you had loved food and it was the way you connected to life. Though you were not the greatest cook out there, you were capable of making things that were edible and quite good at times. On the ship though, you never had to cook, because Sanji would always do all the cooking. Whenever you offered to help, to take your mind off the pain you were feeling, he would kindly decline, saying that he would make you whatever you wanted.
But he couldn't. The dishes from your island were not recipes known quite to the rest of the world. Hell, even you didn't know all of them, save for some of your favourite foods that you had learnt from your mother. So you snuck in after dinner and made a dish from your hometown. It wasn't the best food you ever cooked, but it still meant something to you, because you were reminded of home.
You wrote down all the recipes you knew into a book, and kept it close. Whenever you missed your home, you would sneak into the kitchen at night and make yourself something with your wonky cooking skills that made the dish taste different every time. Still, the familiarity was enough to comfort you and let you wallow in the grief at the same time.
Until one day, you couldn't find your book.
"Nami?" You called unsurely to the navigator, who was lying on the deck under shade next to Robin. Behind them, Sanji was serving drinks. The three looked at you in question and suddenly under the scrutiny, your confidence faltered. "Um, uh.. d- did you see a journal somewhere? I can't find mineâŠ"
"The brown one?" She asked, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. You nodded frantically, hoping she knew. "I don't think I did. Did you check under your bed?"
"I did," you whispered, feeling the sadness wash over you again. It's not like you didn't still remember the recipes, but your memory wasn't the best. Without the book, it would be hard to remember them all.
"Don't worry, we'll find it," Nami got up and reassured you, looking concerned. "Sanji. Robin."
The two of them nodded along and then the four of you were searching for it everywhere, until Sanji had to excuse himself apologetically because he had to go cook lunch. You could only nod, trying not to get down in the dumps again over a book, but it felt a little hopeless. Until you heard Sanji shout from the kitchen. The three of you ran over to find him scolding Luffy, your journal in his hand.
"I just wanted to see what was in it!" Luffy pouted, his rubbery hands swinging around to try and get it back.
"That's an invasion of privacy, Luffy!" Sanji looked angry, but you were too relieved about the fact that you had found the book to get upset with Luffy.
"It's okay," you said, reaching forward to get the book. "It's just⊠recipes, Luffy. From my hometown."
There was silence in the kitchen for a few seconds and Luffy's face dropped into a serious look.
"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I thought⊠If I knew how to help you, you'd be happier."
It made you laugh softly, your heart warm at his kind intentions.
"Thank you, Captain," you smiled at him, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. "I am happy here. I just⊠miss my home, sometimes."
He wrapped you into a hug and Nami ruffled your hair a little. You smiled under the attention, holding the book close. Sanji for once was quiet, just staring at the book thoughtfully, though you didn't notice it then.
A few days after that event, Sanji called you to the kitchen before lunchtime. Curiously, you followed him to find⊠a plate of your favourite dish from your hometown. It was plated beautifully, making it look fancy and yet it still had that homey feeling to it. Sanji didn't say a word, just held out the chair for you to sit. You sat down in a daze, too focused on the smell of it lingering in the room.
It smelled like home.
And when you tasted it, you burst into tears. Because it tasted like home. It tasted exactly like your mom's. All the tears you had held back to not worry the crew were now spilling out without any end but you didn't care. Here, where only Sanji could see you, you let it all out. He didn't say anything, just placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and squeezed to let you know he's there for you. You turned around to face him, but the tears made it all blurry. Knocking your head against his stomach, you cried harder.
Sanji just held your head, carding fingers through your hair in comfort, offering you a handkerchief. That, you realised later, was the moment your feelings for Sanji began.
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After that day, you became a lot happier. Somehow, without words, just eating the food that Sanji made was enough to heal your broken heart bit by bit. Sometimes, he made extra because Luffy was curious and wanted to taste it too; and then the whole crew wanted it so Sanji made a few of your dishes for dinner. In that moment, surrounded by the smell of home, around your new family, your heart finally started healing.
You started noticing Sanji everywhere after you got used to life on the Thousand Sunny. From the small things he does, to the loud expressions of love he made, everything about him seemed wonderful and warm to you. Because you knew that beneath his overt affections for all the ladies, he was an infinitely kind, caring and observant person. How were you supposed to not fall for him, when he went above and beyond for you?
And yet, for all his admissions of love, you never believed that he could truly like you back like you felt for him. You were after all, not the prettiest girl around and you knew that. You were not slim like Nami or Robin, and it's not like you absolutely hated your soft and squishy body. But you wondered if Sanji would like you even though you weren't pretty.
All that self consciousness went out the window every time you were in his presence. He never made you feel less, or uglyâ in fact, the way he spoke to you always left you a blushing mess. He made you feel special, and in the moment, it would be enough. Until you saw him fawning over Nami or Robin, and then the sneaky voice in your brain would whisper quiet thoughts comparing you to them. You had no chance with him, and you knew that.
And that was fine. You could live with that, couldn't you? You had to, because wanting more than you should never ended well. All it would leave behind is rejection, hurt and awkwardness. So you pressed down the feelings and acted as normally as you could.
The moment you realised that you loved Sanji was probably a memory you would never forget. Although it was unforgettable for you, it probably wasn't particularly that unique to others. That didn't matter to you because it was a memory you cherished ultimately.
It happened when the ship docked on a peaceful little island. Everyone else was going out to enjoy their time, and you wanted to spend that time with Sanji. So, casually, you made your request.
"Sanji?" Your timid utterance of his name got an instant reaction from the chef, who straightened up and looked at you with hearts in his eyes.
"Yes, (y/n)-chan?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Um, you're gonna go grocery shopping, right?" You had seen Nami complaining while handing him the money for the shopping.
"That's right," he leaned closer, almost too close but not quite into your personal bubble. Still, the proximity was enough for you to smell the mild smell of his perfume that left you a little weak in the knees. "Did you want me to get something for you, sweetheart?"
"I just," you hesitated, suddenly scared that he might realise your feelings and get disgusted. No, Sanji wasn't like that, you had to remind yourself. He would never treat you unkindly, even if he knew your feelings. "I heard you always do it alone. I thought you might enjoy some company?"
The hearts in Sanji's eyes disappeared as he stared at you like you were speaking gibberish for a few seconds. Under the intensity of that stare, you fidgeted and waited for his response.
"You're too kind, (y/n)-chan!" He finally cried, holding up your hands in his own bigger and colder ones. You flushed at the action, stammering out an actual gibberish response this time before you were whisked away by the blonde chef to town.
It felt all too much like a date to you, when you walked next to him. Sanji somehow made grocery shopping fun, or maybe that was just because of how much you liked him that anything with him was enjoyable? It didn't matter, you decided, because whichever it was, you couldn't deny that Sanji was equivalent to the sun on a cold day.
He enthusiastically showed you around, as if you were a tourist and he were a guide (when in fact, it was the first time in this town for both of you) causing you to giggle. Whenever you stopped to buy things, he would humour your curious questions on how to pick which vegetable and what cuts of which meat are the best. It felt awfully like a domestic date, one that made you smile when you imagined doing this with Sanji years down the line every week.
"And that's the last of it!" Sanji said happily, picking up the last bag. He was holding all the bags since the start, despite your insistence and now you were anxious, seeing him hold so many bags in his hands.
"Sanji, let me hold a few," you tried again, hands reaching out to take some of them. But Sanji just turned around so you couldn't reach the bags and grinned down at you.
"Nonsense, how could I let such a delicate lady hold such heavy bags?" His words made you flush in embarrassment. You were not delicate in any sense; surely, Sanji knew that too. And in spite of all his sincerity, the word just felt like it was mocking you.
"I'm⊠notâŠ," you struggled to say, not wanting to argue but unable to keep it in either. With your chubby frame, no one had ever considered you as delicate.
"Let me do this for you, my love," Sanji's voice was soft and infinitely gentle, as if he was indeed holding something fragile in his hands. "I wouldn't feel good letting you carry anything when I'm more than capable."
"But Sanji!" you lightly whined, wringing your hands. "I don't feel good letting you carry all the burden either! Come on, just a few bags?"
Before Sanji could respond, you heard a scared squeak. Your brows furrowed and you looked around the marketplace, finding a man cornering a girl a few feet behind Sanji. She seemed uncomfortable and he was all in her personal space, saying something in a rough, sleazy voice that gave you shivers.
You were not a fighter, but the instinct to protect her overtook the rational part of your brain and you crossed the distance to where they were. Pushing him back, you stood in front of the girl to block her from him.
"Can't you see she's uncomfortable?" You said coldly. "Back off."
The man took an involuntary step back until his eyes fell on you. He reeked of alcohol and smoke and you felt like puking from the putrid stench coming off him but you held it together, trying to come off as more confident than you felt. His eyes roamed over your body shamelessly, and you felt dirty and uncomfortable from the action.
"Don't get in our business, fatty," he grinned, the smell of alcohol doubling the moment he opened his mouth. "Are you jealous that no one will ever give you the attention she's getting?"
The words stabbed you in the gut, even though you knew rationally that you were better off without the bad attention. That was the one perk of being conventionally average in looksâ no one really looked at you, in good ways or bad. Or maybe you had just been lucky so far. But hearing him call you that, saying those words, even from someone like him, it hurt a small part of you. Before you could respond, a leg in black slacks came up and kicked the man down with such a force that everybody around paused, shocked by the sudden action.
Even you stepped back automatically, gasping when you saw that it was Sanji, still balancing all the bags perfectly while he had roundhouse kicked the man into the ground with so much force that you could see his teeth had become bloody and he was on the verge of unconsciousness.
"(Y/n)-chan doesn't need the attention of sewer rats like you," he said calmly, straightening back into position smoothly. "Her beauty only deserves the best of the best."
The sight of Sanji saying that with a calm face, his hair slightly tousled, his hands balancing the bags and his leg muscles rippling under the slacks â that image was imprinted in your heart and brain for the rest of your life. The words sent you into a shock, but when they finally processed, you couldn't deny the overwhelming realisation that crashed into you.
You love Sanji.
It wasn't just a silly crush, or something that could go away if you gave it time. The chef had unknowingly carved himself a place into your heart. He was taking over it, chamber by chamber.
"SanjiâŠ" The word came out as a whisper, inaudible under the din of the market as people were talking about what was going on. You snapped out of it when you felt the girl behind you shuffle and you immediately squashed your thoughts down to examine them later. You turned around and asked her, "Are you okay?"
She looked very alarmed and upset, but she still shot you a grateful smile as she murmured, "Yes, thanks to you two."
"He didn't hurt you?" You asked, hands hovering over her as you looked to ensure if she was safe. A peek of crimson caught your eye when she raised her hand to rub her face. Her elbows had scraped against the rough brick wall in his tousling. "You have some scratches!"
"Oh," she turned her arms to look at the wounds, now feeling the burn after the adrenaline and fear response was receding.
"Come on, I'll treat it for you," you offered, opening your sling bag which had some emergency first aid. You usually carried it around for the members when you were off the ship, knowing that they were all too reckless to give a second thought to any wounds.
"Oh, no, no, I couldn't trouble you more!" She said, mortified but you gently shook your head, offering her a hand.
"It's no trouble," you reassured her. It took a little bit of convincing but she eventually calmed down and let you clean up the wound before you parted. Finally, you allowed yourself to look at Sanji, who immediately schooled his features so you wouldn't see the warm adoring look he was giving you the whole time. "Sanji⊠Are you okay too? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
"Do you think I'm that weak, sweetheart?" He smiled teasingly, but you felt the need to defend yourself.
"I know you are strong," you insisted, worrying your lower lip as you tried to look him straight in the eyes but kept getting flustered. "But even strong people get wounds. Just because they are strong, doesn't mean that they don't feel the pain. So tell me honestly, Sanji. Are you hurt anywhere?'
"No," he promised. "But if you're that worried, I'll let you check me all out back on the ship."
He ended that with a wink, and this time, you couldn't hold back the flush threatening to overtake your face again. Sanji couldn't help making the mood light again, but he had no idea of the effect his words had on you.
"Stupid," you weakly pawed at his arm, walking away before he could say anything. The blonde chef just laughed and followed you, face once again soft and fond as he watched you.
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Sanji may have been one of the only people onboard who was oblivious to your feelings, because a few of them did figure it out after watching the way you interacted with him. The first ones to realise were Nami and Robin, who called you out on it when the three of you were lying under the shade on the sunny deck.
"Really?" Nami had scrunched her nose, eyes critically analysing Sanji as he walked (danced, really) back to the kitchens after serving drinks to the three of you.
"Really what?" You asked, too busy sipping the cool drink to notice that she had noticed the way you had warmly thanked Sanji and given him a bright smile.
"Sanji?" Nami gave you a pointed look. The name made you freeze, and you tried to play it off.
"What about him?"
"Oh, come on!" Nami threw the slice of lemon that was on her drink. You caught it before it could fall on your shirt and muttered an indignant 'hey!' that the navigator ignored. "You like him, don't you?"
The words were enough to make you hide your face in embarrassment. Robin was smiling knowingly from the other side of Nami and you felt exposed, like they had both just turned you inside out.
"I do," you whispered after the few minutes of silent mortification that Nami had spent in self satisfaction.
"Why that loser though?" She said without any real bite. You knew she wasn't actually demeaning him; it was affectionate, in the way one would talk about their sibling's lovelife.
"Because!" You whispered, eyes running everywhere to check if no one else was around to hear you. "Have you looked at him? He's literally so pretty! He is kind, caring, and so, so thoughtful and generous. Without expecting anything in return, he is always giving and giving and he makes my stomach do silly things. He has curly eyebrows, Nami! I didn't think those could look good on anyone. Hell, I know I would look ugly with them, but he makes it work! It suits him, and he's so beautiful and I'm justâ"
You collapsed onto your chair, your wet fingers from the condensation on the drink glass finding purchase in the dips of your face to hide it. Just talking about him was enough to get your heart beating fast, and the mortification of what you had just spilled to the two girls made you want the ground to swallow you already.
"You really like him," Robin's soft observation made you relax. She wasn't teasing you. You turned to look at her and caught the comforting smile she was sending your way.
"I was going to say you could do better," Nami turned to face you, swinging her feet around to your side, "but after hearing all that, I think⊠You two are perfect for each other. Despite all his antics, he has a good heart. And you'll be good for him, because you see him as he is."
"Yeah?" You couldn't help the small flower of hope blossoming in your chest.
"Really," Nami smiled, a rare genuine smile that was usually reserved for late night talks and reassurances in down times.
"You don't thinkâŠ." You trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of your top, "he won't⊠find me good enough?"
"Are you crazy?" Nami snorted, picking up her drink. The melted ice had made the level go up so much that it was threatening to spill any moment. "You're better than anything he could dream of. I told you, didn't I? You would be good for him. Having someone like you in his life to ground him, I think there's nothing better than that. You're one of the sweetest people I have ever met. If anyone here isn't good enough, it's him."
"Hey now," you frowned, ready to defend Sanji but hearing his voice stopped you.
"Who isn't good enough for (y/n)-chan?" His face was stuck in a weird smile, like he was forcing it. He carefully placed the plate of pastries he had brought as he continued casually despite the silence, "I don't know who we are talking about but Nami-chan is right. No one is good enough for our lovely (y/n)-chan."
"Oh, look at that!" You hurriedly switched the topic, looking at the plate he had brought. The tiny pastries were adorable and colourful, looking so delicious that it would have made your mouth water if you weren't distracted at the moment. "This looks so good, Sanji. Seriously, if you keep feeding me like this, my weight will keep increasing!"
The last line became a teasing complaint, but you didn't expect Sanji to come to the side of your chair and lean down to where you were tilted. The proximity caused your eyes to widen, the blood thundering in your ears as he carefully tucked in a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, face so soft and warm that it make your insides feel like they were vibrating.
"All the more for me to love, so I would keep winning, wouldn't I, sweetheart?"
You choked, and the need to get away from him before you did something wild like grab him and kiss him got so much that your knee accidentally shot up and into Sanji's back, pushing him forward. The chef's eyes widened at the sudden attack, but he managed to not collapse on you by quickly holding onto the sides of the chair but now you were trapped in between his arms on top of the close proximity.
It made you so weak in the knees, and there was something hot and warm curling in your gut as you stammered gibberish, feeling like you were about to faint because Sanji's chest was practically touching yours and it was all too much.
"SORRY!" He hurriedly backed off the moment he got his bearings, and for the first time since you had come onboard, you saw him have a genuinely heavily flushed face. There was a little blood starting to leak from one of his nostrils and somehow, it helped you calm down. He was just as affected as you were. The idea was enough to lessen your embarrassment by a little.
"I'm the one who's sorry, Sanji," you said remorsefully, hiding your face completely in your hands this time. "I kicked you!"
"It wasn't on purpose," he said, right hand coming up to hide the blush on his own face. "I'm sorry for⊠for making you uncomfortable, (y/n)-chan!"
Uncomfortable? Did Sanji have any clue just how comfortable you actually felt? The problem wasn't that you were uncomfortable in the proximity; it was that you were too comfortable, to the point that you never wanted to leave. But that would be a dead giveaway of your feelings, right?
"Okay, this is just painful to watch now," Nami sighed, jolting the two of you. You had nearly forgotten that she and Robin were right there, and they had seen everything. She looked at you unhappily, mouth set in a tight line. "How about you two get a room and make out there?"
"Nami!" You cried out. She really just gave away your crush like that?!
"Just be grateful I'm not demanding money to make up for what I just had to witness," she sniffed haughtily, swinging her legs back onto the chair and pulling down her sunglasses. "Seriously, you two, go talk shit out. Or else, knowing you, you will just be awkward around each other and that's gonna be even more painful to watch."
She wasn't totally wrong. You were planning to avoid him, possibly by jumping off the Sunny and drowning to death since you didn't know how to swim. But that wasn't really a solution and even you could admit that.
"W- What's there to talk-?" Sanji seemed a little scared, wide eyes glancing between the three of you. Nami ignored him, and you were too flustered to look him in the eyes. Nami's suggestion was essentially for you to come clean, wasn't it? But that was easier said than done. The fear of rejection and the eventual awkwardness was gripping your insides in a chokehold, and you couldn't move your feet even if you tried.
"Sanji," Robin said calmly. "Pick up (y/n) and go to the kitchen."
"Huh?" You were startled at her words. Pick you up?! No way! "No, no way, I'm too⊠I'm too heavy, there's no need for that!" Even as you said that, you couldn't actually bring yourself to move.
"I don't really get it," Sanji admitted, looking between the three of you as he spoke, "but I can do that. (Y/n)-chan?"
"No, Sanjiâ" the protests died down the moment he bent down and picked you up like you weighed nothing. Even as he walked you across the deck, you couldn't help but think that it was kind of hot just how easily he picked you up. "SanjiâŠ"
He didn't look at you until you were in the kitchen and the door was closed behind the two of you. He walked over to the table and then carefully placed you on it, as if you were a teacup made of fine china teetering with tea. Finally, he let his clear blue eyes stare down at you, the expression on his face more vulnerable and exposed than you had ever seen on him.
"Sanji?"
"I know I made you uncomfortable," he said quietly, backing away. His hands came up to rub away the blood but it only made it spread around and you winced at seeing that. You never wanted to see any blood on Sanji, if you could help it. "I touched your⊠you. It wasn't my intention, I swear! I just, I wanted, Iâ"
He abruptly shut up, looking frustrated with himself.
"Sanji."
He didn't look up, fists clenching at his side the moment you said his name.
"Come here, Sanji," you whispered, holding out your hands to beckon him closer. His eyes flickered over your face, as if trying to gauge out what you were feeling, even as he followed through your request without a second thought. You pulled out the handkerchief he had given you long back, and wiped away the blood over his upper lip and cheeks carefully before you picked up his hand. The thumb was bloody too, so you gently held the limb in one of your hands and wiped it with the other. "You didn't make me uncomfortable, Sanji."
He stayed quiet as you continued to wipe it until it was all gone.
"Didn't I?" He said the moment you were done.
"No," you said, looking up at him. You didn't let go of the hand, though you dropped the handkerchief beside you. Somehow, holding his hand seemed to give you the courage to make the admission Nami had told you to. "I⊠Sanji, I like you. A lot more than I ever thought it was possible to feel towards someone. I like you so much that it physically hurts when I see you flirting with other women. I like you so much that my heart feels warm whenever you are around, and I feel so safe in your arms that I never want to leave. I like it when you are close to me. But I know that you don't like me like that, so whenever you get so close, and I can't help but want you so much, it's painful for me. I never want to let you go."
Sanji's eyes darkened with every word you spoke, a gradual change that you didn't notice at first because you were all in over your head. His hands hovered around your waist as you finished.
"Who told you?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat the moment he realised how desperate he sounded.
"Told me what?" You asked timidly, looking down at your lap.
"That I don't like you?" Sanji's voice was a broken whisper like yours had been. "I have never heard anything more untrue than that. All this time, I wanted you but I kept my feelings to myself. Because you deserve so much, so much more than I am, so much more than I can give. I wanted and I wanted and I felt so greedy, wanting more and more of you, more than you would let me haveâ I wanted anything you were ready to give, and I also wanted everything you have to give. I thought you wouldn't want someone like me, when there are so many better options around for youâ"
"What?" You couldn't help but laugh. All his words were making you delirious; this had to be some wild dream you had conjured up. It didn't feel real. None of it did. "I had better options around? Sanji, I was so sure you would never look twice at me! I never felt like I was pretty enough, or good enough to get your attention and you're telling me⊠I had better options? That's soâ"
You kept laughing, body shaking from the weight of the laughter. Sanji stared at you, unsure hands still hovering around you. His fingers twitched from holding back the urge to pull you into him.
"You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen," he mumbled. "Not good enough to get my attention? Darling, you have had all of my attention ever since I met you. No other woman could compare to you from the moment you made your place in my heart known."
"Did I really have all your attention?" You asked, letting your insecurities bubble up. Now that you were both being honest, it was better to get it all out of the way, right? "Even when you looked at the other womenâŠ"
"I never looked at them the way I did you," his words were sincere, and in that moment, they were enough. You looked up at him, and your body broke into shivers the moment you realised the heat in his eyes as he stared down at you; like you were some unique dish he was finally getting the chance to eat after years of craving it.
"I didn't want the other options, Sanji," you whispered, the volume enough for the proximity you were in. "The only one I ever wanted was you."
You held his collars and pulled him in, and it was like he finally snapped, now that he had permission. His hands immediately grasped at your sides, gently holding the soft flesh there as he kissed you. And now it was your time to give and give, while he took from you like your lips were spilling with ambrosia and he was determined to get every drop. His warm breath fanned over your lips and the goosebumps on your skin rose again, your fingers tightening around the collars of his shirt.
When he let your lips go, he was greeted with the sight of your flushed and pleasantly buzzed expression, like you were drunk on him. Seeing you like that, because of him, it was enough to get him groaning.
"So beautiful," he whispered, leaving feather light kisses all over your face. "So gorgeous. All for me. All⊠for me to have?"
"Yeah," you whispered, looking up at him and seeing the devastated yet over-the-moon expression on Sanji's face. Even without words, he could always just cleave into your heart and press himself within its walls like they were made to fit him, and only him. "You can be greedy. Take all you want. I'm all yours."
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Practice On Me â Part Four â Azriel x Reader
Summary: Itâs Solstice! Reader decides she should probably be honest with Azriel about some stuff. Things donât quite go to plan.
Oof. Okay. This could be uncomfortable reading for some. There are some hints and depictions of domestic abuse and also of alcoholism, so if thatâs something that might trigger you, please, please do not read this. The last thing I want is for my writing to be harmful to anybody. Read with caution. Take care and put yourself first. Lots of love.
Also, please donât hate me for this đwe know Iâm a hoe for angst and it wouldnât be one of my fics if there wasnât some sprinkled in there lmao.
Word Count: 5k.
Warnings: Depiction of abusive behaviour. Heavy drinking. Some violence.
On a brisk winter morning, when the sun hasnât yet graced the sky, the last place you wish to be is at the Windhaven crĂšche, watching over a group of tired, grouchy younglings. Every second thought that passes through your mind is a longing one, lamenting on how desperately you wish to be back in your bed.
But alas, you owe your friend, Vegha, a favour, making you the sole minder of ten restless little girls, all annoyed that their brothers get to join their fathers for training, while they have to stay back and beâŠgirls. A downfall, according to most Illyrian males.
Youâre supposed to be watching over them for a couple of hours while Vegha runs an errand. And that time is going very, very slowly.
Youâre in the middle of reading a storybook â and, yes, doing all the voices â when the door opens behind you. You feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps Vegha is back earlier than planned, but when you swivel on the child-sized chair youâve perched yourself on, itâs Azriel who looms in the doorway.
And youâŠyour heart does a silly little thing in your chest.
âDonât let me interrupt.â He says. âI can wait.â
Your eyebrows flick up in amusement. âCome take a seat, then. Itâs story time.â
His lips twitch, and he goes to reach for one of those infant chairs â which youâre not at all sure can handle all his muscle â but this sparks a flurry of complaints from the girls, who all insist that they want to sit with Azriel the most, and within seconds, heâs cross-legged on the floor with the children somehow managing to settle around him without bickering, and theyâre all able to command his attention at once.
Happy mediums, and all that.
Your gaze lingers on him as he does all the right things; leaning his head down so he can appear lessâŠhuge, while listening with rapt attention to one of the girlâs chattering; steadying another one as they climb over him to get themselves seated; gently telling them all that they have to be quiet if they want to hear the rest of the story. That, of course, achieves immediate near silence.
And thus begins an entire performance of you continuing the tale, and the girls â and Azriel â responding in all the right places. They howl when theyâre supposed to make the sound of a wolf, and roar when itâs a mountain cat, and you donât miss that Azriel helps the tiniest of the girls to remember which animals make what sounds.
Most males in this gods-forsaken place are an intimidating presence to these children, frightening them into silence whenever theyâre around, because girls are supposed to be seen and not heard. But Azriel is always gentle, always kind, and they adore him for it.
Itâs a combination of all these things that force you to face a truth thatâs been rapidly snowballing inside your mind and heart for the past four days â something has changed. Shifted. Has been shifting and changing for a while.
You laid awake for hours that night in the dormitory, listening to Azrielâs breathing as he slept deeply, happily sated from the pleasure youâd given him. Your mind had been too much of a war zone for you to drift off.
Nine years, youâve called this male your closest friend. Ever since the very first day youâd met him, when a group of males had pushed you to the floor and kicked mud at you, and heâd jumped in and defended you for no other reason than that heâs good to the bone. Nine years, youâve been by each otherâs sides, and itâs been comfortable and familiar and justâŠright.
But now â now, you think you may have jeopardised that all by going along with Azrielâs request for help. Help with kissing. Touching. Experiencing.
Youâll always want to help him in any way that you can, of course. But you didnât quite anticipate the predicament you now find yourself in. That you want all of those things and more, not just under the ruse of building your friendâs confidence. You want to explore more with him, feel more with him. Youâve been able to think about nothing else for days.
And it might make you a total wretch, but you want Kaeda to be a distant memory. The thought of Azriel taking what youâve shown him, shared with him, and putting his all into somebody elseâŠit sours your stomach. Makes you feel sick.
Makes your heart hurt.
And, well, youâre fucked, really.
Itâs a kind of hurt that wonât go away on its own. It isnât avoidable nor ignorable. And so your only option is to confront it, be honest about it. Whatever the outcome may be.
The story comes to an end, and the girls are calmed and sleepy enough that they look ready to curl up on the floor and doze off. Azriel peels himself away from the cluster of clingy children and stands up, strolling over to you.
âWell that was fun.â He comments quietly, taking the book from your hands. âWho knew I was so adept at doing animal impressions?â
âOne of your many talents, I suppose.â You smile, drinking in the sight of him. He looks tired this morning. Tired, but beautiful. âTo what do I owe the pleasure?â
His expression sobers slightly, and he tells you, âWeâre leaving this morning. For the training exercise.â
Immediately, your stomach churns. Being away from your friends sets you on edge. Windhaven is a lonely, lonely place to be without the love of Rhys, Cassian and Azriel to warm you. And not even Rhysâs mother is here to make it a little more bearable.
Az immediately recognises the bleakness that passes your face. He steps closer, his hand a gentle brush against yours. âIâll be back for Solstice.â He reminds you yet again.
âI know.â You attempt to force an easy, breezing smile. âWhatâs the plan for Solstice, anyway?â
Normally, Rhysandâs mother would cook a meal in the cottage. You wouldnât be able to attend, given that youâre always stuck at home with your father, but by the time he would pass out drunk, youâd sneak out and make it to the cottage just as the games were starting. Some of your happiest memories are of being curled up on one couch with Az, Rhys and his mother on the other, and Cassian stood in front of you, making a terrible attempt at playing charades.
But itâll be different this year. With the High Lord keeping a tight leash on his pregnant mate in Velaris, there will be no meal, no charades. You, Azriel and Cassian would most certainly not be welcome at their intimate family celebration.
âRhys will spend the day in Velaris.â Az tells you. âCass and I will be getting drunk. Thereâs a celebration being held at the dormitories in the evening, so I suppose weâll all end up there.â
You dip your chin. âIâll come and find you there, then.â
His responding smile is a gentle one; one that says he sees right through you, right through to the panic thatâs eating away at you, and he understands.
Thereâs no way he sees everything that youâre feeling, though. Perhaps thatâs a good thing.
Your body goes slightly rigid as he dips down and presses a kiss to your forehead. His hand squeezes yours, and then heâs pulling away. âSee you on Solstice.â
He bids a quiet goodbye to the dozing girls. Itâs as heâs heading for the door that you find yourself stepping after him. ââŠAz?â
He turns, hand on the doorknob. âYes?â
âThereâsâŠsomething I need to talk to you about, when you get back. Something I need to tell you.â
Okay. Shit. Youâre really doing this.
Azrielâs eyes rake over you, and then he smiles. âWeâll talk on Solstice.â
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Your headâs not all there today, as you stare out of the window of your fatherâs forge. Azriel and the others have been gone almost a week, and youâve spent every one of those days thinking about how youâre going to tell himâŠwhatever it is youâre going to tell him.
Youâre not even certain, yourself.
Just thatâŠthat things are different. That you know, to begin with, that this was about him and Kaeda â but itâs shifted in your brain at an alarming rate, and now that youâve shared something soâŠso meaningful, with him, youâre not sure you can go on acting as though it was all just a favour.
Yeah. That should do it.
And itâs a huge fucking risk, of course. Thereâs every chance he wonât return the sentiment, and then a giant wedge of unresolved feelings will exist between you.
But you need to â perhaps selfishly â confront this before things between him and Kaeda progress. In case thereâs a slight chance that itâll alter the path itâs heading down.
And you havenât thought any further than that.
The snow has started again, and you watch the flurries sweep past the window and join the thick layer on the ground. Youâve become so accustomed to the noise of the forge that you hardly notice it anymore â not the constant clanking, nor the heat that the fires swathe the shop in. You used to beg your father to teach you his craft, to allow you to get stuck in and get your hands dirty, but heâs always stubbornly maintained that itâs a maleâs job, and that he needs you for the bookkeeping. Youâre surprised he trusts you with that.
You breathe a soft sigh, your thoughts once again flitting back to Az. To what he might be doing, thinking, feeling. Whether he misses you as much as you miss him.
But before those thoughts can take a hold of you and sink you deeper into your predicament, the door opens, the bell above it ringing and a gust of cold air momentarily biting you.
Itâs rare for females to come to the forge. Very rare, indeed. Which is why, for a second or two, you just stare.
That â and because sheâs incredibly beautiful.
Her eyes â the colour of emeralds â sweep the workshop, before landing on you, and she smiles. She has the telltale tanned skin of an Illyrian, but instead of the dark hair thatâs so typical around here, hers is red â not orange, not auburn, but blood red. Youâve never seen a shade quite like it.
And if thatâs not enough to completely bowl you over, your gaze rakes over her clothing, and you stop, stunned.
Females around here wear homespun dresses of simple brown shades. A few, like yourself, favour basic tunics and breeches. Clothing is just a necessity, not something you lend much thought to.
But this female wears Illyrian leathers. Never, in your life, have you seen females wear Illyrian leathers. Itâs simply not a done thing.
But she looks resplendent in them.
They cling to supple curves and accentuate a figure that you donât think youâd ever be able to achieve with any amount of training. And perhaps the most shocking thing of all â and the most enviable â is the presence of brilliant, beautiful wings at her back. Unclipped. Untouched. Unruined.
How your wings might have one day looked, had your father not destroyed them.
Youâre not entirely convinced that an angel hasnât just stepped into your fatherâs forge. Or perhaps this is the Mother that everyone worships. Part of you wants to worship her, too, and beg her to bestow upon you her blessingsâ
You snap yourself out of it before you can fall head-over-heels in love with her. Sheâs just a customer.
A very, very beautiful customer.
âGood day to you.â She says, approaching the counter. Her voice is like pure music.
You incline your head in greeting. âAnd to you. Is there something I can help you with?â
âIâm interested in having some gifts made for my father and brothers. For Solstice.â
Once again, youâre gawking.
Another thing thatâs unheard of; females liking their family members enough to have gifts made for them.
You clear your throat, blinking out of your thoughts. âWhatâŠwhat kind of things were you looking for?â
âPersonalised daggers.â She answers, and then she grins in a way that makes you want to tell her your life story, and leans closer. âA male can never have too many daggers, right?â
You breathe a laugh. It doesnât sound natural. âAbsolutely.â
âIâll be needing three. One for my father, and one each for my two brothers. Can that be done in time for Solstice? I can pay extraâŠâ
This female has beauty, leathers, wings, a relationship with her family members, money. Sheâs magnificent. A few exchanged words, and youâre awed by her.
Who is she? How have you never seen her before?
âIt can be done.â You tell her with a flustered smile. âIâll just need to sit with you and get some details of exactly what you want made, and then my father will get straight to it. I imagine theyâll be ready for collection by Solstice Eve.â
Her eyes light up in a way that reminds you of sunrise. âThatâs perfect.â
Thereâs a second or two where you justâŠcanât help staring. Her beauty has knocked you speechless.
But once again, you snap yourself out of it and try to retain some semblance of professionalism.
âCan I take your name down?â You say, and clear your throat again. Gods, you hope youâre not blushing. âFor the order.â
You grab a piece of parchment and a pen, hoping youâll remember how the fuck to write.
âItâs Kaeda.â She says, and the pen nearly slips from your hand. âKaeda Baralas.â
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Solstice morning sweeps in just as abruptly as the fresh onslaught of snow that once again batters the camp.
Itâs going to be a rough one. You can feel it in your bones.
You dread it every year, but this year is made even worse by the constant stream of thoughts that have been plaguing you over the last week. About whether telling Az about your feelings is a good idea. Not just because of what it could do to your friendship, but becauseâŠ
Because you canât deny that since seeing Kaeda in the flesh, youâre doubting yourself more than ever.
Of course, you can see why Azriel would want her. And why heâd want to be good and experienced for her. And youâŠyouâve been facilitating that. Youâre the practice dummy. Kaeda is the real thing.
At least the chaos of Solstice keeps you busy.
You wake early, and from the noise and foot traffic outside your bedroom window, you know Azâs unit has safely returned from their training exercise. Your relief is short-lived, replaced by the dread of your father hitting the bottle.
Every year is the same. You spend the day trying to focus on your preparation of the huge meal youâre expected to cook, while your father knocks back drink after drink and gradually gets rowdier. You tell yourself that the more he drinks, the better â heâll fall asleep eventually, and youâll be out of here.
But then the front door bursts open.
Itâs four of your fatherâs friends who pile into your cramped home, singing at the tops of their voices and reeking of booze. Youâre only just able to stop one of them knocking a pot of potatoes off the counter with a careless, wayward wing. They barely acknowledge you, filing through to the sitting room to greet your father. Their voices get louder, and an ache is building behind your eye.
Day bleeds into late afternoon. You try to ignore them, to focus on the task at hand. Cooking is usually enjoyable for you, but with an unwelcome party happening in the next room, you find yourself getting more and more stressed.
By the time your father bustles his way into the kitchen and begins sniffing around the food, youâre close to losing it.
âIsnât it ready yet?â Your father rudely demands.
You stare out of the kitchen window, at the dwindling light of approaching evening, clenching your jaw. âIt is. Iâm waiting for your friends to leave.â
âTheyâll be eating with us.â
You whirl on the spot. âWe donât have enough food for that.â
âI told you weâd have guests.â
No, he absolutely hadnât. This is a power play. He does shit like this all the time. Backs you into corners.
âI bought food for two people.â You snap, unable to stop yourself. âNot six.â
Your fatherâs nostrils flare. You know that look on his face a little too well â the one where his cheeks redden and his eyes turn cold. Itâs always, always made your stomach lurch.
He steps closer, and you press your back against the counter, trying your utmost not to look intimidated.
âYouâd better rectify that, hadnât you?â His tone is deceptively gentle. âBe a good girl and find a way to make the food go around six people. You wouldnât want to ruin Solstice.â
Itâs a veiled threat. One youâd be wise not to ignore.
So you stare at him and he stares at you. And when he eventually nods and leaves the room, you turn and try to work out how to make a meal for two a meal for six.
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The mountain of a male beside you jostles your chair so violently that you almost fall out of it.
His hand grabs a roast potato from your plate. He shoves it into his mouth, chews, and grins. âYou werenât going to eat that, were you?â
The entire meal has been like this.
Perhaps itâs your ice-thin temper that has you staring him right in the eye; a thing many Illyrian males consider a great disrespect from females. âWould it matter if I was?â
He swallows and swipes the lone, remaining potato you hadnât planned to touch. âNot really, no.â
The dinner is usually the only part you enjoy of Solstice. A meal that you spend hours perfecting, of slow-cooked meat and roasted potatoes and a colourful array of different vegetables that are cooked to perfection. Itâs the one part of the day where you can just sit and breathe, because even your father doesnât usually have a bad word to say about the meal youâve presented.
This one has been pure, unadulterated hell.Â
To accommodate your unwanted guests, youâve skimped on your own food, barely affording yourself a couple of mouthfuls. Wine and ale has been spilled across the table, and the conversation around it has only grown more and more uncomfortable â and vile â as the night has worn on. You want nothing more than to get out of here and find your friends, but your father and his cronies show no signs of slowing down.Â
You sit, staring emptily at the plates, the little remaining morsels of the meal you spent all day cooking. You try to block out the laughter and jeering, the disgusting comments, the blatant disrespect, but itâs all getting to you, riling you up. Youâre not sure how long youâll last without snapping.
Your answer comes when your father looks at you. And he snaps his fucking fingers at the finished plates.Â
âClear this up, Y/N.â He says.Â
You know your father. You know what he can be like, the damage he can do. Your ruined back is evidence enough. And you know the wisest and safest thing is for you to comply and rant about him to your friends later.
But youâre far beyond that point.
You meet his gaze, and your jaw ticks as you shoot back, âWhy donât you clear it up yourself?â
You regret it the second the room falls deathly silent. All the noise is gone in an instant. Every face is looking your way.
But itâs your fatherâs face youâre concerned with. The expression that tells you youâve made a grave, grave mistake.Â
âWhat was that?â His voice is quiet. Too quiet.
You look away. Wish you could cram the words back down your throat. âNothing.â
âIt wasnât nothing.â The male beside you sneers. âYou speak to your father like that, girl? If you were my child, Iâd string you up by the remains of those wings you never should have been born with.â
âIâd do a lot worse than that.â Another one remarks, a sickening laugh in his voice.
Throughout it all, your father is staring at you. Saying nothing.
âDid it hurt, anyway? Having them ripped off like that? I bet it did. I hope it did.â
Your final straw is when the pig at your side has the audacity to reach around and touch your back. You tense immediately, and youâre shooting up from your chair, knocking it over as you do.
âDonât ever lay a finger on me again.â You will your voice to be stronger, firmer, but it wonât comply. You shake as you gather the plates up in your hand. âIâm cleaning this up.â
Thatâs met with a chorus of laughter, a pelting of comments. You tell yourself to block it out, block it the fuck out, balance as much as you reasonably can in your hands and book it into the kitchen. You dump the plates onto the counter and grip onto the sink basin, trying to draw in deep, slow breaths.
But then there are footsteps behind you. And the kitchen door closes. And you know thatâs not good.
âY/N.âÂ
Your eyes shutter. You release one of those useless breaths before you dare to turn and face your father.Â
And when you do, his face isâŠsoft. Eyes filled with concern.
But youâre not stupid enough to buy it.Â
Youâre taut as a bowstring as he approaches you, stopping inches away. He drinks in the sight of you, tilting his head. You wait for him to tell you that you look just like your mother â a fact that only contributes to his vitriol. As if itâs your fault that she abandoned him, abandoned both of you.Â
He thinks it is.
His hand touches your cheek, his thumb sweeping the skin there. You swallow, hoping he canât feel the way you tremble beneath him.Â
âWhatâs gotten into you, my girl?â He asks quietly. âWhat did I say about not ruining Solstice?â
You swallow. Lower your gaze. âI thought it would just be the two of us.â
âDo I not have the right to invite my friends into my home?â
âIâm just saying that a little bit of warning would have been appreciated. I didnât spend hours cooking a meal just for your friends to come along and ruin it.â
âYour attitude has become insufferable. Perhaps itâs those three males youâve been spreading your legs for. Giving you too much of an ego boost.â
You almost want to laugh in his face â laugh at his cluelessness. But your anger wins. Maybe youâre more like him than you ever thought.
âOr perhaps, father,â you snap, âitâs an accumulation of anger and desperation after twenty years of living with a repulsive, sanctimoniousââ
He strikes you so hard that for a moment, youâre simply stunned as to why youâre suddenly on the floor. But the thwack of his hit rings in your ears, echoes through the kitchen.Â
And then the metallic taste of blood is coating the inside of your mouth. Itâs streaming down your chin, and youâre not even sure where itâs all coming from, only that it hurts and your eyes are stinging.Â
Your father stares down at you. And in that moment, you realise that the eeriest thing of all is that he never glares at you. You think youâd prefer that.
He always stares with that emptiness. That icy vacancy. It makes his actions more unpredictable, more dangerous.Â
He lunges down so suddenly that you flinch, yanking you up by the front of your shirt. Your legs donât want to comply as he shoves you towards the door.
âGet the fuck out of my house.â He hisses at you, ripping the door open. âGo on. Fuck off, just like your mother did.â
And then heâs shoving you into the snow, a plume of it erupting around you. You hardly notice the cold. Youâre too stunned.
Not stunned enough, though, to refrain from biting back at him. Just like a threatened animal would.Â
âFuck you.â You sneer, the words contorted by a mouthful of blood that you spit onto the snow. âFuck you, father.â
The bastard laughs in your face. Just as heâs always laughed in your face. And then he kicks snow at you because he can and steps back into the house.
When the door shuts behind him, you push to your feet. Youâre trembling all over. It might be the cold. It might be the shock.
Thereâs only one person you want to see right now. So you wrap your arms around yourself and head towards the dormitories.
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Halfway through trudging across the camp, your shoes sodden with snow, your lip still bleeding, the emotions begin to hit.
You resent them. You resent feeling anything at all towards the male who is your only blood relative in this hollow, hollow place. The one who took your wings. The one who has tried to keep a firm grasp on the control he has over your life.
But you do feel things. Hurt and rage and humiliation and â bizarrely â betrayal. As if some small slither of hope had followed you from childhood into adulthood â that your father would one day miraculously awaken as a different person. A family member worth holding onto.
He never would.
No, your true family has always been the small, loving group that crams themselves into a cottage across the camp; a place of warmth and welcoming.
Rhysand and Cassian and Azriel. Rhysandâs mother, too. They are your family. They have always cared, since the moment you met them.
Itâs for that reason that you persevere with your walk, even though youâre frozen to the bone. You think you might be crying. Youâre not too sure anymore. Your friends will make it better. They always make it better.
The dormitories glow in the distance; a welcome sight, for once. You kick through the snow with desperation, and youâre definitely crying, definitely shaking all over, but the sounds of the celebrations coming from inside are a relief. Playful jeering and someone strumming a lute and off-kilter singing.
You push your way through the door. Inside is as crowded as you expect it to be, but you donât even care. Anywhere is better than at home.
Your eyes â not really taking in much at all â scan the corridors, the common area, looking for any of your three closest friends. You see none of them, but a hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find Vegha there. Her eyes widen immediately at the state of you. You dread to think how bad you look.
âY/N, what the fuck?â She blurts. âWhy are you bleeding?â
âFell over.â You know how stupid it sounds. âIâŠI need to find Azriel. Have you seen him?â
âOh, I think he skulked off to his room a little while ago. Everyone knows he hates big parties like thisââ
Perfect. Youâll hole up in his room together and block the rest of the world out. Youâre already turning and pushing through people. Youâll apologise to Vegha for your rudeness later. Right now, you just need Azrielâs comfort, his love. The conversation you planned to have with him tonight is now a distant memory, an issue to confront later. You justâŠjust want him. He always makes everything better.
You donât notice the drink that gets spilled on you, or the disgruntled groups of people you have to shove through. None of that matters. Azriel is your family. He matters.
Finally, you make it to his room. The soft glow of faelights shine beneath the door â an indication heâs inside. You almost sob with relief as you grab the handle and burst in.
Two faces immediately look round at you.
Azrielâs.
Kaedaâs.
Kaeda lies on top of him, hands either side of his head. Her lips are swollen and inches from his. Azriel is palming at her waist, holding her against him. Theyâre both fully clothed, butâŠbut you get the sense they wouldnât have been for much longer, had it not been for your interruption.
Azriel drinks in the sight of you, his chest heaving. He blinks. YouâŠyouâre rooted to the spot.
And you fucking wince as Kaeda sits up slightly. Azâs hands fall back to his sides.
The beautiful female eyes you, tilting her head. And you want to get out of there, to fucking run, but you canât do anything but stand and blink as something shatters inside of you.
âThe shop hand from the forge.â Kaeda states in surprise, as if itâs ludicrous to consider that you might sometimes venture outside of your fatherâs workshop. âWhat happened to your face?â
Azriel is finally springing into action, then, sitting up and scooting out from beneath Kaeda. âY/NâŠâ
You cannot bear the gentleness of his voice. It may just finish you off.
All of this might. Staying here a second longer might.
So you, for some reason, shake your head and back slowly out of the room. Azriel lurches up, but youâre grabbing hold of the door handle firmly.
âSorry for interrupting.â Your voice is all wrong and fractured. You quickly shut the door before it can morph into a sob.
You think Azriel might call after you, but itâs probably wishful thinking. You donât know. Donât know anything. Donât know what to do next.
So you simply walk away.
You suppose youâve taught Azriel everything he needs to know.
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Okay, I just wanted to start off and say I love your stories. They're always so good. You've reblogged one of my stories a while, and I actually squealed and scared the crap out of my friend. But yeah, I live you and your stories đđđ
So I read your one story of Spencer being a soon-to-be dad, and I really like the idea of seeing Spencer and reader as actual parents just feeling the emotions. I thought something based around their daughter (because Spencer's a girl dad) hitting a milestone like walking, talking, or something even bigger like the first day of school. I don't know if that makes sense, but either way, I hope you like it!
A/N: I love the idea of new-dad Spencer. He deserves a loving family and a baby so much đ I combined this request with one of the prompts for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic challenge which you can find the details for here! â€ïž
Warnings: none, just fluff.
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You never thought leaving to go for a spa day would be one of the hardest things you'd have to do in your life, but here you were.Â
In the ten months since you'd given birth to your daughter, you'd been stressed, lacking in sleep, leaking fluids from places that you forgot could have fluids leak from, and you'd been totally, irreversibly, head over heels in love.Â
Both with the tiny little gremlin you'd given birth to, and with the man that you watched become a father.Â
Spencer Reid was a great dad.Â
He'd had a fair amount of anxiety leading up to the birth, worrying about every detail, talking to geneticists, driving you to and from each check up or attending via video call if he was on a case. After she was born, he helped out as best he could.Â
For a man who had delivered a baby before and was absolutely great with his teammates' kids, he couldn't hold her for the first week without an intense look of panic crossing his features.
âY/N, what happens if I drop her?âÂ
âY/N, she sneezed. What if I got her sick?â
âY/N, she fell asleep, I can't move.âÂ
A genius with an IQ of 187 slashed to 60 in front of a pretty girl. His tiny daughter had him thrown through a loop he got seriously stuck in.Â
He was still helpful, and he got used to all his new duties and tasks within a week, but watching those cute clueless expressions pass over his face now and then endeared you to him that much more.Â
He knew everything, but he had to learn this right there with you.Â
So yes, leaving for a relaxing spa visit was hard.Â
Spencer had been on a case for the last four days, his first since your daughter had arrived and the official end to his paternity leave. You'd been happy to see him get back to it, in all honesty. Spencerâs job, his research, and his work at the FBI were like muscles he needed to stretch. It wasn't that he couldn't live without them, but there would always be a part of him that felt stiff or unsure of himself without the possibilities of a case to unravel or some theorizing to do.Â
You were slightly panicked at the thought of being alone with your daughter for four days, but you managed. With a phone call home every single night where he asked you about every single thing your little bundle of joy had done outside of his watchful gaze.Â
Now, it was your turn.Â
Spencer had insisted on it upon returning from his case. He got four nights of relative peace after 20 months of waking up with the baby, sleeping with the baby, napping when the baby napped, carrying the baby around when it became evident that she was desperately scared of not being the center of attention.Â
He came back with a spring in his step, and the deep desire to see you get a solid night's rest the way he'd been able to.Â
You'd tried shooting him down, multiple times, to no reward.Â
âSpencer, you didn't exactly just up and go off gallivanting. You were working.â
âI was working, and I still got more rest than you. I really needed that sleep and time away, Y/N, and I think you do, too. Now, please, go away,â he'd pulled you into his arms when you'd put the baby down that night to reveal his brilliant plans.Â
âJust for the night. Go away for a lovely overnight break. Not indefinitely. I love you.â His panicked confession at the end sent you into giggles, that with a few well times kisses had you reluctantly agreeing to the girls trip he'd planned you.Â
The BAU girls had been roped into accompanying you on the trip, which honestly meant that he'd be getting status updates any time he asked for one.Â
JJ, Penelope, Emily, and Tara were all going to strong arm you into the car if need be to carry you off to the nearest 5(ish) star Hotel and Spa.Â
And that's exactly what happened.Â
The man had even packed the bag for you to send you off, had made you breakfast in bed and had run to every sound your daughter had made from dusk until dawn so you didn't have to lift a finger.Â
âY/N, you're resting today.â
âBut-âÂ
âNo. No buts. Just rest.â
âAt least let me hold her for a second to say goodbye.â He blinked at you for a few seconds before his stubbornly helpful face turned softer, and he quickly handed your daughter back for a small cuddle.Â
With a lingering hug, you told your daughter - who absolutely did not care one bit that you would be wandering out of the house soon enough - that you'd be back in the morning, kissed your husband on the lips, and were swiftly kidnapped by JJ and Emily.Â
To your credit, you lasted two whole hours before breaking down.Â
The drive to the hotel was quick and peaceful, and it felt nice to breathe in the fresh air without having to also check for various baby smells.Â
You checked in fast, and all gathered in the in-hotel restaurant for brunch and mimosas, and then it hit you. Another mother walked in with a stroller, and you were blubbering.Â
Your bottom lip wobbled, and the rest of the world ceased to exist as you gave in to the emotions.Â
You knew, of course, that you were going to have to leave your daughter at some point. It wasn't healthy for either of you to have attachment issues, and you didn't want to hinder your daughters development by sticking too close - but that didn't mean you didn't miss her.Â
JJ noticed your watery eyes first. âOh no, I know that look,â she smiled over her drink, taking a sip.Â
âWhat? What look?â You said, but giving yourself massively away with a good sniff and watery blink.Â
âYou lasted longer than I did. I couldn't go half an hour without turning my car around and heading back to Henry, and I swear it was only worse with Michael.âÂ
You giggled a bit as you wiped your eyes.Â
âDo you think⊠do you think we could go back? Just for a little bit. I just want to check on them.â
The women passed a look between them and then nodded back at you, obviously having expected this.Â
âActually, we didn't book any spa treatments until the afternoon. We had a feeling something like this would happen,â Tara smiled at you, and you snorted in surprise as you dabbed away your tears with a handkerchief.Â
âWe are laying some ground rules though,â Emily said, a stern tone fighting the playful smile on her face.Â
âWe can peak through a window, but we're not going in. And we're not going to call ahead and let Spencer know. The kid needs to know you feel confident in his parenting skills, and if he's just got the baby settled and you come back in, it won't be easy to calm her down again.â
âYou drive a hard bargain,â you said, but you were already halfway to the car by the time you could finish the sentence.Â
The girls pulled up a block away and let you walk calmly back to your front door.Â
You'd since agreed to a time limit and not to unlock the door. Emily went ahead to scope out the house, communicating with JJ on the phone who was holding your hand to stop you from wringing them.Â
You'd never been a part of the BAU, but somehow you felt like a team member on a case getting ready to stake out a target.Â
When Emily gave you the signal, the rest of the girls gave you space, and you ducked down to peer into your ground floor window.Â
Spencer was on his stomach with your daughter, and they were having what seemed like a riveting conversation.Â
âAnd so then I obviously got tongue-tied. Like I said, Daddy isn't good at talking to people, let alone beautiful women like Mommy.âÂ
âBe be be da.â
âExactly. I really embarrassed myself, actually. I went up to her and said âdo you have a number?â and she was so confused.â
âBa!âÂ
âYeah, she sounded like that, too. I kept talking more and more, and she couldn't understand what I meant. She thought I was asking about her age at one point. I was just getting redder and redder, and then she grabbed my hand and led me to a seat at the back of the bookshop because she thought I was sick.â
He smiled down at the infant again, still babbling to herself.
âI was sick, of course, but it was just love sickness. I still am.âÂ
The tears that you'd delicately wiped away earlier came back hot and heavy now as you resisted the urge to crawl through the window to your precious family.Â
Spencer was telling your daughter the story of how he first asked you out, near disastrously, and from the sounds of it, he wasn't done telling stories.Â
âI really love your Mommy, you know. She's wonderful.â
âMmmm,â
âSee, you think so too. Everyone thinks so.âÂ
âMmmmaâÂ
âYes, your Mama. Youâre just like her, everyone loves you, too.âÂ
âMama.â
You heard Spencer's breath hitch as you closed a hand over your mouth to stop a shocked squeal from coming out.Â
âT-That's right. Mama. One more time, say mama.â
âMama,â the little baby squealed in delight, reacting to her fathers utter joy.Â
âYou're speaking. One more time, Mama.â
âMama!âÂ
âYour mama is going to be so mad,â Spencer whispered, grabbing his daughter up in one more careful hug and kissing her face as she giggled delightfully. âWe need to keep this a secret. Tomorrow, you'll have you say your first word in front of her, and we'll both act surprised, okay? Promise?â
The gargle he got in response was enough to have your shoulders shaking as the others extricated you from your own front lawn.Â
Back in the car, you broke down into giggles and tears, shoulders rising and falling in sobs and laughter intermittently.Â
âIs this a total psychotic break or just a symptom of seeing Spencer as a dad?â Penelope asked, nudging you with her elbow as you tried to regain your composure.
âIt's⊠whew, it's okay. We can go back now.âÂ
âYou sure?â JJ asked from the driver's seat, and you nodded once again.
âYeah. I'm fine now. I'm really good.âÂ
The women all offered you similar smiles as you drove away, blissful and content.Â
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Artist credit: @chocolate_duckling via Instagram or TikTok. Itâs so cute I just really wanted to show this artistâs work. This is only the first drawing to the set. đYou should check them out.
An Unexpected Match IX
Pt. 1 Pt.10
DBF/DILF Miguel OâHara x female reader
18+ Warning
Summary: Drama goes down at the holiday partyđđ±âŠ and did Miguel keep a secret from you?
Will you be able to enjoy your Christmas and New Years in peace?
Happy New Years Everyone!
Sorry this chapter took longer to get out. Itâs my largest chapter yet. I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.
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"Gabi, this is your mother."
Gabi looked at Sofia before looking back up to Miguel as she shook her head. "No, that's not my mama." Gabi glanced up to you, something you noticed everyone in the close vicinity saw, including your parents.
"No Gabi. I'm your real mom. Not her." Sofia put on a fake smile.
Hearing the tense conversation from the kitchen Stephanie came over as she stood next to you, giving Sofia the, 'make one wrong move and I'll fight you bitch,' gaze.
"Hey Gabi, how about you go with Aunt Steph to the kitchen."
"But I want to stay with you and Papa." Gabi looked up at you with sad eyes breaking your heart.
"Mija, remember the conversation we had earlier in the living room?" Said Miguel followed by a slow nod of Gabi's head. "That conversation is going to happen now. So it can only be grownups at the moment." He added.
"We can decorate cookies in the kitchen Gabi." Said Stephanie as Gabi slowly walked over to her before taking her hand. Stephanie looked at you giving you a small hopeful smile before disappearing into the kitchen.
"I'm guessing you need to tell us something?" Said your father as he crossed his arms looking between you, Miguel and Sofia.
Sofia smirked, "wow, your parents don't know that their daughter has been fucking a man almost two decades older than her for the last few months." She chuckled, knowing full well that she just told your biggest secret the most horrible way possible.
"Sofia." Miguel snapped at her warning her to stop. But it was too late. You looked to your shocked and upset parents before scanning around the nearby people who heard the conversation.
"This was not how you were supposed to find out." You tell them.
"Backyard now." Your Father said. Your eyes widen, shocked from his angry tone. You had never heard you father speak to you like that. Not once.
"You. We're not finish yet." Miguel said to Sofia. You'd never seen Miguel give such a muderous glare to someone before, but that plus his cold tone sent a chill up your spine.
"Wasn't planning on leaving any time soon."
"And if I find out you were near our daughter while we're outside. There will be hell to pay." Miguel pointed at you when he said 'our daughter,' which made your heart melt before coming back into reality from the glare Sofia sends you from Miguel's words and you winced when you heard your mother gasp.
All four of you walked out to the backyard, farthest from the house so people can't hear.
Your parents looked at Miguel before looking back at you both upset. The awkward silence continued until your father spoke up: " you care to explain what's happening between you two?"
Miguel looked to you, noticing your panicked stars making you have a hard time to speak.
"I'm in love with your daughter and we've been together for almost five months."
"Y/n, you can't possibly be in love with a man you met only 6 months ago! How did this thing even start?! Was Tyler right? Did you cheat on him with Miguel?" Your mother said going into a rant.
"First off, I do love him, way more than I ever felt for Tyler. And I can't believe you would think I would cheat on that bastard when he cheated on me. Like I told you earlier, my relationship started after I caught Tyler cheating on me."
"Hold on." Your father said as he began to grow more upset. "The morning I came to your house and asked you where my daughter is, she was with you wasn't she? And you lied to my face when my wife and I were worried sick where she was! She's only 21 Miguel. She's too young for you."
"I'm a grown woman and responsible adult. I'll be with whoever I want to be with." You argued.
"Sam, Sarah. She's been well taken care of these past few months." Added Miguel.
"You live with each other?! Y/n when I asked you where you were living you said with Stephanie."
"I did live with Stephanie. For the first month right after I moved out of the apartment I shared with Tyler."
"So, how did this even hap-" asked your farther before being cut off by your mother, "when did you both actually meet?"
Your eyes widen, as your heart began to beat faster. Your gaze turns to Miguel before looking back at your parents pissed expressions. You knew the next few words were going to make everything way worse.
"We did only meet six months ago. But, the first time we did met was in Miami."
"You mean two years ago in Miami? When you were only 19?!"
"You had sex with my daughter when she was 19?!" Your father grew more livid, as he was about to come after Miguel. Of course Miguel would easily be able to hold his own, however you wouldn't see it happen as you step in front of your father.
"Get out of the way y/n." Your father warned you. When you didn't move a second later he grabbed you harshly by the wrist, making you wince as he nails cut into you as he pulled you away.
On instinct Miguel pushed Sam back as he grabs you by the waist and back to him. He quickly checked your wrist, anger rising on his face when he saw the already forming bruises.
"Dont you dare harm her again. We're leaving." Miguel was about to lead you back inside the house when your mother gently grabbed your non-brushed arm and said with a serious gaze,
"We'll stop paying for school. We won't pay for graduate school either, if you continue this." Said your mother, concerned etched on her face. Your eyes widen, anger coursing through your body.
"You're going to make me chose between my education and the man I love? Please don't make me do that. You know what I'm going to chose." You give Miguel's hand a squeeze knowing it would always be you and Gabi first.
"I'll pay for the rest of her education." Miguel joined in.
"That's insane. Her senior year alone will cost almost 50k for one semester. Plus forget about us helping you with your student loan debt. And that's way more than just 50k and that's just undergrad." Argued your mother, trying to scare him away.
"I can easily afford it. Money doesn't scare me away." Miguel shot back, knowing full well the intention behind her words. You looked to Miguel with a confused look before looking to your father who says, "she's too young to handle a world like that."
"Too young to handle what world? Miguel what's he talking about?"
"Mi amor, I was going to tell you soon."
"Wow, little miss perfect really is clueless." Sofia chuckled as she walked into the backyard.
"Sofia, get out. None of this concerns you." Miguel said before you stepped away from him, walking closer to her.
"Hold on, what am I so clueless about little miss bitch?" You bite back.
"I'll give you that sweetie, just because I'm such a nice person. It's kind of funny how you never thought of looking up your boyfriend. But like come on, who doesn't know about Nueva York's most successful, self-made billionaire Miguel O'Hara. And one of Nueva York's top socialite bachelors." Sofia tried to stifle her laughter when she saw your shocked expression.
Your eyes widen, a hurt expression crossed your eyes as you looked at Miguel who looked back at you with a sad and apologetic look before his gaze returned to a vicious glare back at Sofia.
"How did you even find where I lived, Sofia?"
" I found you from a tabloid Magazine of Mr. Richie rich picking up his doting girlfriend at her college. You can't possibly not have known about his wealth. You must be a really good gold digger to fool him." Sofia's words turned back to you.
"I-" You were having trouble finding words to argue back. Luckily Miguel stepped in to save you.
"You must have been oblivious not that long ago, Sofia. Because I remember our shitty relationship ending because I was too poor. And I bet the reason your back isn't for Gabi but because you also found out I have money."
"How dare you think I'm not here to see Abby."
"It's Gabi." You glare at her with a look of disgust that she couldn't remember her own daughter's name.
"Right. Well I'm not leaving anytime soon. I want time with my daughter."
"Over my dead body. You gave up all your custody rights when you abandoned her at my apartment when she was only a day old!" Miguel's voice grew slightly louder, growing more angry by the thought of Gabi being taken away from her family. You put your hand in Miguel's, your thumb gently caressing his knuckles to help calm him down.
"Maybe we should leave." You say to him, which he looked to you, gaze becoming soft as he nodded, still trying to calm down.
You both walk back into the house ignoring your parents yelling at you from the background, ignoring all the stares, and comments. You head to the kitchen as you see Gabi with Stephanie and Jack decorating cookies.
"Hey, thank you for watching her. We decided we're going to leave. I'll see you in a few days." You give Stephanie a small smile as you wipe Gabi's face off from the green frosting with a wet napkin before you pick her up in your arms. You hear your parents back inside as they call out for you, still upset. But you ignore them as you and Miguel leave.
You head to Miguel's car where everything for Christmas and staying in the city was packed. You buckle Gabi in her car seat, placing a kiss to the top of your head a smile escapes your lips as you see her yawn before you get in on the passenger side.
The entire ride to the city was in silence. You were slightly upset at Miguel for lying to you, maybe more upset since you were heartbroken by your parent's heartless reaction about your relationship with Miguel.
Miguel entered a large driveway to a luxurious apartment complex, where a man in doorman uniform came to the window with a welcoming smile. "Good evening Mr. O'Hara. Would you like the car parked?"
"Yes, thank you. Also could you have the things in the trunk sent up to my apartment?"
"Of course, sir."
You and Miguel got out of the car, you grabbed your purse as Miguel carried a now sleeping Gabi in his arms. He handed the young man a $100 tip before he guided you inside the modern apartment complex. Walking inside you were greeted by someone friendly at the front desk.
"Good evening Mr. O'Hara. Welcome back." To which Miguel nodded and smiled to the person in response.
When you entered the elevator Miguel pressed a fob key to a scanner, before the elevator began to move up. You noticed there were no buttons for levels, which you thought was interesting. Your gaze met his, as you saw that he wanted to say something but decided against it.
After a few minutes the elevator stopped and opened up to a vast and nice entry way. When you stepped outside and turned the corner your eyes widen by the massive penthouse. Your gaze quickly switched from the nice interior decoration to the gorgeous night skyline of Nueva York. Maybe if your heart didn't ache you would have enjoyed seeing this view for the first time.
"Cariño, I put Gabi in her bedroom. I know there's a lot we need to talk about. But first I want to say I'm so sorry that I didn't say anything about who I was I-" you turned to face him with a small smile as you interrupted him.
"Miguel, you don't need to give me an excuse. It's your money. Maybe I was a bit naive, as you do have two properties plus you bought one upstate. But I just thought you did really well at your job at Alchemax. Did I expect you to be a billionaire? No. But that doesn't change anything between us. I guess what maybe it hurt a bit. The reason why you didn't mention it was maybe you didn't fully trust me yet. Like maybe what Sofia said about me being a gold digger, maybe you were waiting to see if I was one or not. Or maybe that's just my insecurities consuming my mind. And I'm not even upset. I'm more upset at myself that for even a minute that I was upset at you for it. But I'm not. I just think with my parents reaction and Gabi's mom coming to the party unexpectedly I just didn't know where to put my emotions and I'm sorry."
You look up at him with tears in your eyes, trying to hold them in. But a second later you couldn't hold them much longer as they poured down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you against him into a hug, as he brushed the hair out of your face as well as wiping away your tears.
"I hate to see you this way, mi amor. It breaks my heart when you're hurting like this. You don't need to apologize, at all." He lifted your chin lovingly as he added, "I have always trusted you. Since day one I have always thought of you as a kind and loving person. Even with the slight knowledge that I do well, I never thought of you as a gold digger. That's just Sofia, trying to get into your head. She is a gold digger not you. Also, you are Gabi's mom not Sofia. I might have said that at the moment, cause I just was in shock at the party. At the moment the words to explain how she biologically is her mother was not coming to my mind. You are Gabi's mom. Gabi see's you as her mom and I see you as her mom, as well as the love of my life. And I think we should explain it to her tomorrow morning. And I'm sorry that your parents reacted like that. I knew that they might have been a bit upset, but I didn't think they would act so cruel. But they aren't your only family. Gabi and I are your family just as much as they are. And as your family and your boyfriend I will pay for the rest of your education."
"Miguel... no. I can figure it out on my own. It's my responsibility. And I will find a better part time job to help pay for the rest of college and I will set up a payment plan with my loans. Most people do this."
"Cariño, I can't just stand to the side and let you struggle with debt. Please let me help you." You get out of his embrace, looking up at him slightly annoyed that he won't take no for an answer.
"Are we really going to get in an argument over this?"
"We won't because I'll pay for it."
"Miguel, please just let this one go. Please." You look up at him with pleading eyes, to which he let out a sigh, deciding to let it go for now. He pulled you into another embrace leaning in to place a kiss to your lips which you happily returned. After the kiss you stay in each other's arms, trying to forget all of the stress and worries from tonight.
"Mama, Papa."
You and Miguel turned to see Gabi from the hallway in her Pjs and holding her favorite stuffed Bunny in her arms.
"Oh Baby bug, what are you doing up so late? We thought you were asleep." You say and you and Miguel walk over to her as he picks her up in his arms. You brush some of the curls out of her face and behind her ear.
"I couldn't go back to sleep. And I heard you crying mama and I wanted to give you a hug to make you feel better." Said Gabi as she pouted, not liking the thought that you were sad. You took Gabi into your arms as you gave her a big hug and a kiss on the top of her head.
"I'm sorry if I woke you. I'm alright though, but thank you for your hug. It helped a lot." You smiled which made Gabi's pout turn into a grin as she wrapped her arms around your neck, "I love you mama."
"I love you too my baby bug. Now let's get you back to bed."
"Wait, who was that lady at the party? Papa said she was my mama, but you are my mama." You and Miguel look at each other before you both sit on the sofa in the living room. Miguel picked up Gabi and sat her on his lap as you sat right next to him, putting her feet on your lap.
"I'm sorry if I confused you earlier, princesa."
"I asked Auntie Stephanie and Uncle Jackie, but they wouldn't tell me anything. They just kept on giving me cookies to decorate." Gabi pouted slightly. You internally chuckled when you heard Gabi call your brother Uncle Jackie. You were never going to stop teasing him about that.
"Well I'm glad they didn't tell you because it's better that Mama and I explain it to you." Said Miguel as you noticed he try to stifle a laugh from the silly nickname she gave your older brother. Miguel looked back at you, worry in his eyes. You smiled softly and brushed some of his dark curls that have fallen out of place behind his ear. Even though Miguel has been in the parenting game a lot longer than you, you could see that he was still learning too. He smiled at you before taking a deep breath and exhaling.
" Sometimes not all Mama's and Papa's are biologically related to their children. But that doesn't mean they aren't your Mamas and Papas. The woman you met today, she isn't your Mama. I'm sorry that I confused you earlier. Papa wasn't thinking properly. Y/n is your Mama, but the woman you met today, Sofia, she carried and gave birth to you."
"Are you bio-logitally to me Papa?" You and Miguel lightly chuckled as Gabi tried to pronounce such a big word for her age.
"Yes, I am."
"How did you help that lady bring me to life?" Both your and Miguel's eyes widen from her question as your cheeks tinted pink and Miguel coughed from the sudden question.
"That's a question that will be answered when you're old enough to understand." You chuckle as you pick Gabi up and hold her in your arms. "But even though I didn't give birth to you. You'll always be my daughter and my baby bug. And I will always love you."
"I love you too Mama." Gabi wrapped her tiny arms around your neck again giving you another hug.
"Now let's get you to bed."
All exhausted from the hectic events taking place both you and Miguel got undressed and under the covers, falling asleep right away in each others arms.
The next morning you woke up to the beautiful city view skyline, bringing a warm smile to your face happy to finally enjoy the beautiful scenery before you. You sit up to look for your phone, but notice it was on Miguel's side table charging. Another smile came to your face, as you loved how thoughtful Miguel was to you. Knowing that the sun was up, you knew he would be up any minute so to get your phone you decided to straddle him before leaning over to grab your phone.
You turned it back on a frown forming on your lips as you saw the hundreds of texts and miscalls from your parents and siblings. You scrolled through some of them, and rolled your eyes seeing the repetitive cruel things your parents said yesterday now on text. The messages from your brothers were nicer, just trying to be the bridge between the two disputing sides.
Large hands made their way to your waist, as his thumb gently rubbed circles to your sides. You places the phone to the side as your frown is replaced by a warm smile as you looked down at your half-awake boyfriend.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, cariño. Though I'm really enjoying waking up to you straddling me, I didn't think I would see you frowning first thing when I see your beautiful face. What's wrong?"
You leaned down and gave him a good morning kiss, to which Miguel took the advantage of wrapping his arms around you and bringing you down on to his chest, which made you laugh in surprise between his loving kisses. Placing one more kiss to his lips you place your face in the crook of his neck, enjoying the mixture of his shampoo and cologne blending into a welcoming scent of citrus, bamboo, amber, patchouli and musk. With his alluring smell, the gently combing his fingers through your hair, and the rhythm of his beating heart made you almost fall back asleep.
"I checked my phone, thank you for charging it for me. But I saw what feels like a hundred texts and miss calls from my parents. And it's all the same horrible stuff they were saying last night."
"I'm sorry you had to see that. Obviously they'll be calling us both today. I just say we ignore it for now and enjoy the our time in the city." Miguel said after checking his phone to see just as many texts and miss calls from your parents.
"I think that's a good idea. Oh, forgot to say. Merry Christmas Eve." You kiss up his neck to his chin before reaching his plush lips.
"Merry Christmas Eve, mi amor."
After a few more sweet kisses you decided to unstraddle his lap, to Miguel disappointment. But you tease of a person, whispered in his ear, "I'm hoping Santa Claus visits me tonight. But I think I'm on the naughty list." You gently kiss the side of his neck before getting up from the bed and leaving a blushing Miguel as you quickly put on a pair of his sweat pants and one of your bras and tank tops before going to the elevator where all your things from the car were neatly placed by the doorman.
You grabbed the bags of all the gifts you had bought and bring them back to the bedroom. When you entered, Miguel was sitting up in bed looking at his phone, obviously irritated.
You set the bags down, except for one semi-large box. You get back on the bed as you straddle his legs and place the box on his lap. "Maybe this will let that iconic O'Hara smile show. Is everything ok though?"
Miguel placed the phone on the bed next to him, surprised to see the box on his lap as his smile reappeared.
"I guess out of spite, your mother gave Sofia my new phone number. And now she won't stop texting me. She's being 'nice.'" Miguel air quotes the word nice before he handed you over his phone so you could see. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw the sickly sweet messages from her. However, you smiled when you saw the text he sent her back, obviously irritated and asking her not to text him again.
"Enough about the pains in our side. I got you something. Ok, maybe it's for us. But you don't get to see the other part until tonight." You wink at him, which earned a smirk on his lips as he opens the box. His brows furrowed with a smile on his face as he lifted pieces of soft red and white clothing. You decide to get off the bed as you see him get out of bed, getting a nice glance of only him in his boxers before he put on the suit.
Your eyes widen, grin growing, cheeks growing a shade red as you see him in the final product. He wore a deep red Santa suit with white fluff lining down his chest meeting into a middle right above his waist with a large black belt and followed by deep red pants that shaped him just as well at the top part. And it all matched with black boots.
"How do I look?" Miguel smirked. You walk up to him as you placed your hands on his bare chest.
"Really sexy. Maybe too sexy. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands of you." You chuckle.
"I like the words coming out of your mouth."
"I bet you'll like what my mouth is going to do." You go on your knees, eyes never leaving his reddish-brown. Settled between his legs as you lower his pants and free his erect cock.
You stroked him a few times before you dragged your tongue up his member before kissing his leaking tip. You open your mouth for him to slide onto your tongue and down your throat your lust-filled gaze not leaving his own as a groan escaped his lips.
"Mi amor, your too good to me. I don't deserve you or your pretty mouth." Miguel moaned out as his hand reached the back of your head. His fingers intertwined into your hair as he gently thrusts into your throat. You hum against his cock in approval, earning another groan from Miguel's lips. Miguel gently thrusts more of himself into your mouth; but as this wasn't the first blow job you've given him, you've gotten quite enough practice to be able to deep throat him now. As he continued his movements you continued to move your tongue along his cock.
"Fuck baby, I can't last much longer." Miguel thrusted his cock as deep as it could go before spilling it into your throat. You happily take him all before removing your mouth and licking his tip clean. You slowly wiped your thumb across your lip, as a bit was left on your lips before you licked it off your finger, while your gaze stayed locked on his.
"My god, mi amor. You make me want to ravage you when you do that."
"Why don't you then." You grin, standing up from your spot on the ground. Miguel grabs you and puts you on the bed, as you get on top of you he raises you shirt kissing your stomach up to your breasts, as he was about to take a nipple into his mouth the doorbell rang from the hallway.
"What was that?"
"Nothing hermosa." Miguel said as he took a nipple in his mouth, before lowering one of his hands into your sweats about to finger fuck you. However, the doorbell rang again. A growl of frustration left Miguel as he kissed your lips before getting off of you. He checked his phone, and sighed. "Ese maldito hermano mĂo. Gabriel's here early. Again. I'm sorry cariño." (that damn brother of mine.)
"It's ok, Miggy. We can continue later. Plus I still have that second part of the gift to show you tonight." You kiss him one more time before getting off the bed.
"I can't wait for it."
After both getting quickly dressed in proper clothing, Miguel pressed a button on his phone that let the elevator come up to the penthouse.
As the elevator doors open, walked in Gabriel with his usual bright smile as he carried in
two bags filled with gifts.
"Y/n! It's so good to see you again! I'm hoping my brother hasn't been tormenting you too much. Blink twice if you need saving." Gabriel chuckled as he set down the bags as he gave you a hug which you happily returned.
"Juro por Dios..." Miguel lightly glared as he sent him a 'I'm going to kill you,' smile at his brother as he stood right next to you.
"He's been good. And I'm good too. It's nice to see you again. Feels like it's been a while." You chuckle at Gabriel's silly personality.
"Now where's my little sobrina." (Niece)
"Asleep. She went to bed late, so we're letting her sleep a bit longer." Said Miguel.
"Aw, ok. Is she ok?" Gabriel asked, worry etched in his tone.
"She's fine. A lot happened yesterday. My parents , well the neighborhood knows about our relationship now and..." you looked to Miguel.
"Sofia somehow found out where I lived and came to the holiday party and said to Gabi that she was her mother." Added Miguel.
"Yeah, I would probably have a hard time sleeping too. And I can't believe that damn woman shows up after everything she's done." Gabriel eyes widen before a his brows furrowed and a frown appeared on his face, something rarely that happens, by the mention of Sofia's name.
"We decided though that we are going to live our lives and try to ignore it all as much as we can." You said.
"That sounds like a good plan. Now, let me make you all a proper Christmas Eve breakfast, my brother never can get our mother's recipe quite right." Gabriel heads to the kitchen.
"I swear he wants me to punch him." Miguel grits his teeth as he sends a glare to the back of his brother's head. You chuckle as you caress Miguel's cheek.
"How about you go check on your emails really quick in your office and I'll go help Gabriel in the kitchen." You go on your tip toes as Miguel nods before he leans down the rest of the way to kiss you, giving you a loving smile before heading to his office.
You head to the kitchen wear you see Gabriel cracking eggs into a bowl.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" You smile as you wash your hands before drying them.
"Yes, you can. Can you grate some of these cheeses?"
"Sure thing." You smile as you go through the many cabinets trying to find the cheese grater.
"Third bottom cabinet to your right."
"Thank you. It's my first time here, so I don't know where everything is." You go to the right cabinet and take it out before you hoping Gabriel at the kitchen island and started to grate the cheeses for the omelettes.
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened last night?" Gabriel looked over at you with a small smile before looking back at the task before him. You smile back as you tell him everything that happened last night, from Gabi starting to call you Mom, parents finding out about your relationship with Miguel told by Sofia who appeared out of nowhere and causing trouble herself, and then the part about how you didn't know about Miguel's wealth status, also cruelly told by Sofia.
"Wow, that definitely is a crazy night. I'm happy you also know about Miguel's 'status,' he's been wanting to tell you for a long time, but he just didn't know when to say it. I guess he was worried you might leave. But he never said that, but I can just hear it in his voice. My brother has had girlfriends in the past, but he's never loved someone like he loves you. He's heads over heels for you." Gabriel smiles at you as he moved to pour the eggs into the pan.
"Well, I hope he knows this. But I'm heads over heels for your brother. I can't imagine not having him or Gabi in my life." As if on cue Miguel walked into the kitchen, with a loving smile on his face as his gaze met yours. You cheeks tint pink, wondering if he heard you and Gabriel's conversation. He places his hands on your hips as he pulled you into his embrace from behind, taking your chin and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.
"I love you." He said. Your cheeks grew a shade darker. Oh he definitely heard your conversation.
"I love you too."
"Ok, you two. Either get a room or help me with cooking." Gabriel chuckled as he connoted to make the omelettes.
You saw Miguel roll his eyes, as he leaned down to kiss your one last time before he gently pushed Gabriel away from the stove, "I'll do it. You're burning them."
"B-burning them? I'm adding a nice crisp! You make them too watery!" Gabriel argued back as he tried to get back to the pan, though tall and fit he was still no where compared to his older brother.
You smile at the two O'Hara brother, leaving them to continue their banter while you head to Gabi's room. Checking the time, you thought it was smart for Gabi to wake up. You gently open the door, as you quietly walk in. You look around to see the adorable light blue room, filled with a few soccer balls, dolls, and legos filled with butterflies and soccer balls decorated around the room. You kneel down by her bedside. Your heart on the verge of bursting for how adorable she was.
"Good morning Baby bug. Merry Christmas Eve. It's time to wake up." you gently brush some of her brown curls, the same has her fathers, covering her face. Big brown eyes reveal themselves to you, and a small smile appears on her face.
"Mama!"Getting a boost of energy, Gabi sits up to hug you. Lifting her out of bed, you stop, before grabbing her stuffed bunny know that she would want to have that with her.
"How did you sleep?" You step out of her room.
"Good!" She smiled after yawning as she rested her head in the crook of your neck.
"Oh guess who's here?"
"Santa!" Gabi's head popped up as she looked at you with excitement, which made you chuckle.
"Not Santa, it's too early for him to visit yet. He comes during the night. Tio Gabi is here."
"That's even better!" Gabi cheered which warmed your heart as you kissed the top of her head before making your way into the kitchen.
"Guess who's awake." You say, having the two O'Hara brothers turn to face you and Gabi.
"Good morning princesa." Miguel smiled at the loving sight of you and Gabi. He was about to walk over to lift her into his arms, but was beat to it by his brother. "Aw my mini Gabi! My favorite sobrina. I've missed you." You handed Gabi over to Gabriel as he gives her a big hug.
"Tio Gabi, I'm your only sobrina." Gabi giggled.
"Who knows Gabi, maybe you'll get a littler brother or sister one day." Chuckled Gabriel, which made Gabi eyes brighten up as her mile widens. "Really?! Mama, Papa! Will I?"
Your cheeks turn a bright red, eyes widen. Your embarrassment grew further as you felt Miguel hand on your lower back.
"N-no princesa. Not at the moment. But maybe one day." Miguel looks down at you, trying to figure out what you thought.
"Yes, definitely one day. But not at the moment sweetheart."
"Aw ok."
You felt Miguel give you a love squeeze to your waist, pulling you into his chest and placing a kiss to your cheek, hinting that he liked your answer before making his way to his brother, "now let me get a hug from my daughter."
"Papa!" Gabi smiled as she practically hopped out of Gabriel's arms and into her father's.
After breakfast was finished being made everyone sat together at the dinning table. Miguel helped cut up Gabi's omelette, which you smiled at the sight, wanting to keep this moment as a mental image in your head.
You recalled how the topic of having more kids has been brought up a few times recently. You know with Miguel being in his late thirties, he probably wants to get married and have a few more children. And you know that one day he will want to talk about it seriously with you.
And of course you're not against the idea of getting married and giving Gabi a few brothers or sisters, but you know you want to have your career start off first. But you're not sure if Miguel will want to wait that long. Sometimes you forget the age difference between the both of you. Yeah, there are many couples with big age gapes, some even bigger, but probably when both people were both out of school and had somewhat of a career. Of course you know exactly what you want to do, you just haven't gotten to start it yet. Maybe you should ask Miguel about how you get noticed by Alchamex.
"Mi amor? Y/n?" Miguel called out your name, concern seen in his eyes.
"Yes, sorry. I got lost in my own thoughts. What were we talking about?" Your cheeks tuned pink, embarrassed from not paying attention to your boyfriend talking to you.
"It's alright, cariño. I was asking if you wanted to go ice skating in Central Park." Miguel chuckled, he thought your slight embarrassment was cute.
"I would love to."
"Then maybe after we could go see Santa at Macys. I heard he's making a quick appearance here in New York before he flies all around the world to give presents." Said Gabriel, which perked Gabi's attention.
"Can we go! Please!"
"Of course, we can!" Said Gabriel. You looked over to Miguel who sighed to himself, only you catching it. You take his hand and give it a small squeeze, to which he smiled.
"Well then let's get all bundle up to go." You say as you stand up.
After getting Gabi ready and let her go hangout with Gabriel in the living room, Miguel joined you in the bedroom. As you pulled the long sleeve sweater over your head, your met with a kiss to your lips. Thought surprised you smile into the kiss before pulling away.
Miguel goes into his walk in closest, getting warmer clothes for outside. You walk and lean on the doorframe of his closet.
"Hey, can I ask a question?"
Miguel looks at you trying to figure out if its series are not. Seeing that it doesn't seem serious he smiles, "Of course." He says as he pulls his shirt off and puts on the new one.
"I need to start looking for jobs and grad schools in Nueva York. I don't know why I feel weird asking you this. Maybe because your my boyfriend, and I'm really acting my
age right now." You nervously chuckle before adding, "And I know you did the grad/internship program at Alchamex, well they asked you to cause you are a certified genius, before going full time there. I was wondering if you knew when they start looking for new grads and interns." You bit your lip, for some reason your nerves were skyrocketing throughout your body. Maybe because you were asking for genius Alchamex Miguel and not your boyfriend.
"Well, first off. You never should have to feel nervous with me. You know I would give you the world if I could. And I remember you were interested in working in my department at Alchamex. I can look at your resume and transcript when we get back, if you'd like?" Miguel smiled as he looped his belt around his pants before buckling it together.
"That would be really sweet of you. I would really like that. Thank you."
"Anything for you, mi amor." Miguel pulled you into his lap, as he sat down on the leather bench, his shoes and socks next to him.
"Hey, I know the topic of children has come up a few times lately." His words began to make your heart race against your chest. "And I-"
"Are you two almost ready to go?" Gabriel yelled from the hallway.
Not ready to have this talk so soon, as your 99.99% sure of what he is goi by to say. You get out of his lap, "yeah, just getting shoes on. Be right there." You say before turning to face to face Miguel, "I'll go check on those two to make sure they aren't getting into any trouble. Specifically Gabriel." You say before walking out of the closest and out of your bedroom.
"Y/n" you heard your name right when you left the bedroom, but you decide to pretend you didn't hear him as you continue your way to the living room.
After getting downstairs and walking over just a block to Central Park from the apartment and adventuring through the beautiful winter scenic view.
You walked by Miguel 's side gloved hand in gloved hand, Gabriel a few steps ahead holding Gabi's hand.
For it being Christmas Eve, you were surprised by the lack of people skating on the ice. Unknown to you Miguel had called ahead and bought for the ice skating to be almost sold out for a few hours today, letting only a few other people to skate, so it didn't look conspicuous.
"Wow, look! It's so pretty!" Gabi said as she jumped up and down in excitement. "Well he there Gabi. Don't worry." Gabriel chuckled as Gabi tried to pull him to move faster.
By the time all four of you made it and got your skates, you sat down on the wooden bench to get yours on. Miguel came over to you, looking even more like a giant as he had his skates on. After you made sure yours were tight, Miguel lent you a hand and helped you up.
You all made it to the ice rink, and despite skating every year during the holidays since you were younger than Gabi you were slightly nervous to get on the ice. But like every year you swallow your nerves and get on the ice, and as soon as you do you feel happy and relaxed.
You get a few feet from the entrance before swiftly turning around as you see Miguel help Gabi on to the ice. Just like you, you could see the worry in her eyes as Miguel helped her to step on to the ice. Then as he stepped on to the ice behind her, he began to skate over to you, his hand under her arms to help keep her up. The laughter and smiles on both Gabi and Miguel's face made your heart melt from the adorable site. You couldn't resist as you took your phone out of your pocket and took a photo of them, making sure to show it to Miguel later.
"Look Mama! I'm on the ice!"
"I can see that baby bug. You're doing great." You say as Miguel skates her over to you.
"Now Gabi, you can't lock your knees when you skate. Always make sure they are slightly bent. And don't lean back. And it's almost like walking, your feet are just slowly sliding on the ice. Just like when you slide with your furry socks on the hardwood floors. Now Mama is right in front of you. Do you want to try and skate to her?"
"Yeah!" Gabi nods. As she was told she tried to follow her father'a instructions. As soon as she got a foot away from him, you saw her nerves come back as she begin to freeze, before anything could happen you skate the last few feet towards her as you hold both her hands.
"It's ok, baby bug. I got you. But great job on trying. I remember when I was your age, it took me some time on the once before I felt comfortable enough to skate on my own."
"Like Mamita said, you'll get there when you do. But for now you can skate with us." Miguel skilled and skated up next to the both of you as he took her other hand. You and Miguel begin to skate really slow to help Gabi learn how to properly skate, and to gain the confidence to do it on her own.
After skating for a while together, Gabi finally got the confidence to try on her own, of course with you and Miguel right behind her, just in case she fell, which she did.
After a few tears were shed, and a bunch of hugs and kisses were given to make her feel better, plus a hot chocolate with whip cream and marshmallows made her frown turn back into her beautiful smile.
All four of you decided to take a nice walk through the park.
"Wait! Can I make a snowman?" Asked Gabi as she runs towards the vast amount of snow covering the park.
"Of course!" You say as you follow her into the snowy field. You help Gabi with forming the body of the snowman, however, the little five year old decided to gather up snow into her tiny gloved palms and form a ball.
"Mama, can we throw one at Papa?" Gabi grinned, which made you laugh. "Yes." You mimicked her grin as she passed you the snowball, and made herself another one.
Miguel's back was facing you and Gabi at the moment as he talked to Gabriel. Knowing you wouldn't be able to get close without his crazy good hearing warning you of your presence, you stop just a few feet from him.
"Ok, three, two, one...throw" you whisper yell as both you and Gabi throw the harmless snow at Miguel's back.
Miguel quickly turned around with a surprised face, a smile appearing as he saw both you and Gabi try to hide your laughter. Of course Gabriel couldn't hide his, as he burst out in laughter from his brother's reaction.
"Oh, we want to play like that. Do we know?" Miguel chuckled before he slowly began to walk over to both of you, before jumping into a sprint. You and Gabi ran in the opposite direction, Gabi squealing in delight. Of course you didn't get far before Miguel grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his chest, however you both lost your balance and fell backwards into a large pile of snow, that was luckily there to make the landing soft. Gabi followed right after you by falling on to Miguel as he caught her with the other arm that wasn't around you.
All three of you laughed, as you laid in the pile of snow. "Mis traviesas niñas." Said Miguel before he pulled you both in for a hug.
"Aww, such a cute family! Makes me want to settle and have one." Said Gabriel as he took a photo of the three of you.
"Well maybe you should, so that you'll bother me less." Said Miguel.
"Nah, you would miss me too much."
Gabi got up, followed by you as you lent a hand to  Help Miguel up. But you noticed the mischievous grin on his face a little too late as he pulls you back down into his chest.
"Miguel!" You giggle before they are deal by a kiss.
"Ok, you two love birds. I got a photo for the picture books, now get up. I'm freezing." Said Gabriel after taking a photo of you and Miguel knowing you both would want these sweet moments saved. He handed Miguel's phone back to him which he had stolen to take photos.
After heading back to the apartment, having dinner, and opening the presents Gabriel brought it was time to say goodnight and goodbye.
"I had a great day with all of you. I hope you have a nice Christmas and new years. I'll see you both next year!" Gabriel said as he saluted off before the elevator door closed on him.
You let out a small laugh after you saw Miguel roll his eyes from his brother's words.
You both head to the bedroom to finish wrapping presents from Santa for Gabi.
"Finally done. Now to put them under the tree." Said Miguel as he lays his head on your lap, relaxed by you combing your fingers through his hair.
"There's one more gift left." You grin down at him as he looks up at you confused.
"Where is it?" Miguel sighs softly thinking it's another large present to wrap from Santa.
"It will be here after Santa puts the presents under the tree." You say with hint of lust in your tone before you lean down and kiss him.
"I can't wait to see what it is." Miguel returns the kiss, getting the hint, as he grins and leaves your lap stacking all the presents as he quietly heads to the living room, careful not to wake Gabi.
You quickly get out of your day clothes already wearing it underneath. You had seen the holiday-themed lingerie when you were shopping, and you knew Miguel would love it.
Putting your clothes in the hamper you rushed to the master bathroom, taking your hair out of the low hanging bun, fixing it up a bit. You check yourself in the mirror happy with the final product. You were wearing dark red lingerie, with a bra that tied in to a semi large bow in the front, which once untied reveals your bare chest. To match you wore the same color panties that had a bit of tulle around it, creating a extremely short, really a skirt, skirt. But who cares, it was going to be tossed to the floor in a matter of minutes anyways.
You checked the time on your phone, it's was midnight, officially making it Christmas. When you hear his footsteps coming, you lean against the bed as soon as he opened the door.
When his eyes met yours, they widened before being filled with lust, as he made his way over to you. He grabbed you by the waist as he pulled you against his bare chest.
"Merry Christmas Miggy."
"Merry Christmas in deed, mi hermosa amor." Miguel looks you over, savoring every single detail of you. He too your chin and gently lifted it as he leaned down and kissed you, Persian galore of himself into you. Your core tightened at the feeling of his hard-on against your stomach.
"One more thing. Pull the ribbon." You smiled against his lips. Miguel kissed your lips one more time before doing as you said. In one swift pull, the perfect bow was gone revealing your chest. You could see the lust cloud his eyes more, and in a blink of an eye you were underneath him on the bed, as his lips kiss down from your neck, down to your breasts. "Tan hermosa." His lips latched on to one of your nipples, hitching your breath letting out a moan. His hand swiftly moved your panties to the side inserting a finger into your aching cunt. Another moan escaped your lips.
"Keep singing for me, cariño." Miguel con tied to mark up your breasts as he thrusted a second finger into you, curling his fingers knuckles deep.
"Mhmm please Miguel." You moaned out as you near your breaking point.
"You want to cum mi amor?"
"Yes, please Miggy." You groan as you feel the loss of his fingers. Before you know it, your straddle on top of him, as he slams you down on to his cock.
"Only good girls get to cum, and I thought you said this morning your were naughty. You want to cum? Bounce on my cock until I think you deserve your release." Miguel grinned.
You lightly glare down at him as his grin widens further. However, the need for your release was too much as you begin to move your hips. You rarely fuck in this position, so the feeling of his cock stabbing deeper into you was heavenly. Your clench against him, earning a groan from him.
"Damn baby, your so fucking tight."
At the pace you were going, your hips began to grow tired starting slowly lose your rhythm. However, Miguel being your savior grabbed your hips and began to move you up and down keeping up with your quick and rough pace. You began to feel your core tighten once again.
"Miguel please. Please." You whine out your brain begins to feel foggy only focusing on the feeling of his thick ridged cock thrusting in and out of you.
"Are you a good girl?" Miguel panted from beneath you.
"Y-yes I am. I'm a good girl. Now please Miguel." You whine out.
"Of course, cariño." Miguel chuckled as he flipped you, now in missionary as his pace quickened, pummeling his cock deep inside you as his balls slap against you. His hand lowered to your clit as he began to rub it with the same ferocity as his thrusts. Another moan escaped from your lips, electricity coursing through your entire body. Your eyes roll back as you feel your release.
Miguel continued to slam his cock deep inside you, causing you to feel your overstimulation coming on.
"Fuck, I love this damn pussy. I love you, y/n."
"I love you to Miguel." You breathed out. From your words Miguel let out groan as he released himself deep inside you, now filled full with his warm seed.
After a few more thrusts Miguel pulled out as he lied right next to you. You turned to face him as one of his arms warped around your waist pulling your sweaty naked body against his. He leaned down and captured his lips before saying, " Thank you for the wonderful Christmas present."
You wake up the next morning to Gabi jumping up on you bed, with a wide and happy smile.
"Wake up! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!"
Luckily after your session with Miguel last night you both cleaned up and got into proper pjs before going to sleep, knowing that Gabi would wake up before the both of you and barge into the room.
"Good Morning princesa. How did you sleep?" Miguel said in his deep and rough morning voice as he smile up at his daughter who was jumping for joy on the bed.
"Great! Santa came! He left a bunch of presents! Can we please open them. Please!"
"Alright, Baby bug. We'll get up." You chuckle as you get out of bed and swoop Gabi off her feet to which she giggled. You set her on the ground right next to you.
"Ok, first let's make coffee for me and Papa and then we will open presents."
After getting coffee you and Miguel sit next to each other on the sofa as you watch Gabi open up her many many many presents.
After she opened all of hers she handed you and Miguel one from under the tree.
Miguel opened his which, was a gift Gabi got for him, with you helping her with the funds to get it.
"Aw princesa I love it. I'll use it all the time." Miguel smiled as he held up a coffee tumblr that read, World's Best Papa and Scientist.
"Your turn Mama!"
You smile as you read the name tag, To the love of my life. From your Miggy. You rip off the wrapping paper to see a gorgeous thin red rectangle velvet box with gold stitching. You open the box, as a gasp leaves your lips. Your eyes lock with Miguel's who smiles lovingly at you.
Before you in the box was a simple but gorgeous Cartier gold chain necklace. In the center dangled three beautiful dark red rubies. Your heart melted as the color reminded you of Miguel's eyes. Even though his were brown, you swore in the light they glistened like beautiful dark rubies. You knew you would never take this off, knowing that a part of him was always with you.
"It's beautiful Miguel. I love it." Tears brim the corner of your eyes as you kiss his cheek before giving him a hug. "Can you help me put it on?"
"Of course, mi amor." Miguel smiled bright, happy you loved his gift. You turned your back as you pull your hair to the side as he put the necklace on you. A tiny chill went up your body as you felt the cold necklace lay against your neck. You trim back around as you looked to Gabi with a smile.
"It's beautiful Mama. You look gorgeous!"
"You look stunning." Miguel says.
You enjoyed the rest of the festive holiday cuddle up next to Miguel on the sofa watching holiday movies with Gabi sitting on the ground distracted with playing with her brand new toys.
You couldn't imagine a more perfect Christmas. A Christmas spent with your new family.
The last few days went by in a breeze. When you Miguel and Gabi weren't staying in the comfort of the warm apartment, you adventure out to the various holiday markets around the city, or gaze at the stunning Christmas decorations.
Today was finally December 31st. You and Miguel decided that with the chaos and drama still being thrown at both at you through text messages and voice mails you decide to have it just be you two and Gabi.
You were in the kitchen making dinner, saying you would be happy to make some classic dishes that you've had with your family.
Arms wrapped around your waist, as a smile graced your lips from a kiss placed to your cheek.
"Everything smells very good, cariño."
"Thank you. Do you want to try some?" You say as you held up a spoon with some of the food. He happily took it and smiled. "That tastes amazing."
"Thank you Miggy."
After dinner was served and happily enjoyed by the O'Hara's you all settled on the sofa as you watch the Nueva York New Years commencement.
You look down to see a sleeping Gabi who was sprawled out on your and Miguel's lap.
"I guess it's time she goes to sleep.She's so adorable." You say quietly as you gently brush back some of her curls.
"She is. I'll take her to bed."
"Ok." You smile as you place a goodnight kiss to the top of Gabi's head before Miguel lifted her up and carried her to bed.
After a few minutes Miguel came back as he sat right next to you on the sofa, wrapping an arm around you to pull you against him.
"Did she wake up?"
"Nope still was out like a light. Nothing can wake her up if she's asleep. Reminds me of a very someone." Miguel looks at you as he chuckled.
"What can I say, I love to sleep." You smile as you rest your head on him as you both continue to watch the tv.
The count down began on the tv as thousands of voices joined together in time square.
10...9...8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...1!
Happy New year!
You joined in with the voices on the tv as you were standing, excitement etched throughout your body. Miguel pulled you against his chest, a big smile on his face before dipping you slightly and capturing his lips with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss. A few seconds later, your lips parted, lips both slightly swollen. As the New Year's music plays on in the background from the TV all you could pay attention to was Miguel.
"Happy New Year, Miggy."
"Happy New Year, mi amor. I can't wait to see what this year has in store for us." He smiles wide, showing his dimples before leaning down and kissing you again.
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SOMETHING POSSESSIVE !!! CARLOS S. X FEM!READER (18+)
summary: carlos didn't need any reassurance especially when she wasn't going to be getting away from his grasp sooner or later.
content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni), use of explicit language, toxic-esque relationship, possessive!mean dom!carlos, double penetration + anal play, degrading, oral (m receiving) + face fucking/deep throat, impact play, brief breath play, dacryphilia
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carlos, with all his suave and his talent, was a secured man.Â
he knew that. in fact, he couldnât find himself to care what people may think about his driving skills, or what heâs wearing, let alone his relationship status.Â
but there were times when some things were slowly slipping away from his grasp. in those instances, he had to hold on tight and even pull them back where he had them.Â
one of those times was during his p1 celebration. carlos turned away for a brief second to exchange pleasantries with the partygoers who approached him, thanking them and telling them to enjoy the party.Â
but as soon as he turned back, she was gone. she was leaning over the bar counter as she patiently waited for her drink to be filled up. noâ she wasnât just waiting, she was giggling at whatever the hell lando was telling her. lando wasnât even that funny, carlos said.Â
the more carlos stared, the more his anger grew.
he should be blaming himself for not paying attention to her for a whole month straight, really. the woman asked for his undivided attention even if itâs just for an hour, yet he never gave her that.Â
he could be blaming himself right now, with his face drenched in sweat after dancing for too long and his face red in anger and jealousy, but he chose not to head that route.
instead he decided that she shouldâve behaved herself even if she had to wait for him.
carlos towered over her, his chiseled body bare and his cock hardened as he looked down at her with a mocking pitiful expression.Â
her knees were burning as she knelt down on the carpeted floor of their hotel room, her body practically shaking in anticipation. she had nothing on, her arousal dripping out of her as continued to look up at him with a pleading look.Â
yeah, carlos scoffed, as if thatâd work this time.
carlosâ face gave her a go aheadâ as if she already knew what to do.Â
her mouth gaped open and she stuck her tongue out, allowing carlos to push his cock into her mouth. she forced herself to keep her hands on her back, her tongue swirling on the tip of his cock.
her mouth on his length elicited a moan out of carlos, his hands now grabbing her head by the roots. he increased his pace and moved deeper, the tip of his cock now resting at the back of her throat as she felt all of him in her mouth.Â
âmi pequeña y buena puta,â my good little whore. carlos muttered quietly, hearing her breathe through her nose despite the tip of it grazing his skin. âojalĂĄ lo supieras mejor.â i wish you knew better.
she couldnât even utter a word, her words stuck on her throat with his cock shoving them back down. her eyes were watering as she looked up at carlos, who looked down at her once more with a smug expression.
âcanât take it anymore, bonita?â carlos cooed mockingly, making her shake her head while she continued to get her mouth fucked.
carlos pulled her mouth away from his length, making her gasp. he chuckled quietly, âgood because iâm gonna make sure you know who you fucking belong to. on the bed.â
in a typical day, sheâd be stubborn enough to resist and roll her eyes at him. but she knew exactly what she had done to piss him off like this and she knew better than testing him, and so she obliged and went to the bed on all fours.Â
it didnât take long for carlos to get around and kneel on the mattress, his hand gliding down her soaked cunt as she shivered from his touch.Â
âwho told you to act like that?â carlos asked her firmly, his voice low and his fingers slowly prodding her cunt.
she didnât utter a word, instead she bit her lip as she didnât want to displease him anymore than she did earlier.
he was growing frustrated from her silence. he didnât have that much patience for her sudden quietness, especially when her behaviour was loud enough to defy and make carlos jealous.Â
she let out a loud whimper when he struck a blow to her cunt, her clit sending aroused and pained signals to her brain.Â
âwho?â carlos still didnât get any answer. he slapped her cunt continuously, each slap was rougher than the last as she cried out.Â
she was unable to let out a word, her brain was getting too fuzzy from each strike and each derogatory word that escaped carlosâ tone. some sinful parts of her wanted to be treated like this after a whole month of not being taken care of by the ferrari driver. thatâs why she behaved like she wasnât his back there.
by the tenth time, he pulled his hand away and watched her cunt throb around nothing.Â
âstill nothing?â carlos asked despite the fact that heâs not expecting any more answers from her.
she couldnât even remember hearing him move around as she was already entering her hazy state. she was keeping her composure, yet despite all of those attempts she was driven away by his cock as he entered her fully without a warning.Â
she cried out, âfuck!â her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the sheets beneath her. carlos thrusted hard, pounding her like he was stating his frustrations to her.
âyou love this donât you?â carlos growled lowly, his one hand gripping her hips while the other collected her arousal and slid two fingers in her back hole. his cock entered her cunt at the same pace as his two fingers, penetrating her until she couldnât handle it anymore.Â
âdid you really think i wonât punish you for behaving like a slut?â carlos asked her, making her shake her head insistently as she cried and sobbed. tears fell down her cheeks as she felt immense pleasure from his continuous fucking. âah, so you did it because you know iâll be punishing you?â
âif you wanted some reminder of who owns you then you could have just asked me, bonita,â carlos crooned mockingly, his hand that gripped her hips pulled her up by the throat. he pulled her body closer, her back on his chest while he continued fucking both her holes.Â
he squeezed her throat and released the pressure. he muttered in her ear, âwhat would everybody think if they found out that you like to be treated like a whore when i donât give you attention, hm?âÂ
her mouth let out nothing but incoherent words, feeling her walls clenching around him as she whined pitifully.Â
âthey can see it already, bebe,â he whispered, nipping at her ear as she gasped loudly.
âso fucking tight and good for me,â carlos continued, âwhose pussy is this?âÂ
her mouth gaped open as she tried to utter something. carlos squeezed her throat, restricting her airflow as she cried out, âyours, carlos, fuck! yours!â
âyeah?â carlos whispered heatedly, now increasing his pace as he chased her high and his. âthese holes are mine, yes? no one elseâs?âÂ
âyes- hah- fuck, yes âm yours,â she babbled, her voice pleading with him as her walls clenched around him.
he let out a loud grunt as his thrusts slowed, his cock still sliding in and out of her hard as both of them reached their high. her walls milked his cock, painting her insides white with his load as her legs trembled and gave up.
she knew that if she simply asked for his attention, he wouldnât give itâ heâd make some promise that he wasnât going to follow through and heâd forget about it.
perhaps it was a great idea to remind him that some things were meant to slip out of his grasp, and that he should continue holding onto it tightly. otherwise, she wouldnât be fucked out as she wished to be.
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BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY / CL16.
in which the worldâs favourite pop princess becomes tangled in the life of a certain formula one driver, flipping her entire world upside down.
( charles leclerc x singer!au )
track one: lonesome. track two: fast times. track three: nonsense. track four: opposite. track five: how many things. track six: bad for business.
â©âĄ± warnings: some swearing, sexual reference
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y/nontour y/n in berlin tonight đ«¶
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user sheâs so slay
user the fact she was crying during the next song too đ
user poor girlâs had her heart broken twice in the space of six months
user charles done fucked up big time
touring through heartbreak was quite possibly the hardest thing to be done. city after city, having to get on stage every night with a smile on your face, all while wondering what you had done wrong. thankfully, your fans were as supportive when you were sad as they were when you were happy.
but youâd never felt lonelier. after three years of a relationship with austin, you were sure you could never trust another like that again. and mere weeks later came charles leclerc, snatching up your heart and making you blind to any hurt youâd felt before. you were brand new with him, and he had trampled it under his pretty foot.
curled up on the bed of this weekâs hotel, an old rerun playing mindlessly on the television, you stared straight ahead at the wall â only pulled out of such a trance when a knock sounded at the door. thinking it was only room service, you dragged yourself to the doorâs entrance, only to find lewis hamilton stood on the other side.
âlew? what are you doing here?â you questioned, brows knitting together. he stepped inside, not saying a word other than pulling you into a hug. if it werenât for the fact you were dried of tears, youâd have broken down.
âthought you could use a friend,â he told you, a fond smile on his face. but there was something in his eyes, something he was battling with. âbut, about charles⊠i really think you should hear him out.â
âlewis, please donât.â
âhe fucked up, i know that. but i saw him with that girl the night of the party. he was practically trying to shove her off of him, and when he knew youâd been and left he went straight after you.â
you were crying now, afraid of what the real truth was. âwhat about the picture of him and her leaving together?â
âcome on, y/n. you know the media better than anyone. she probably followed him out and theyâve made it look like something different.â
you sighed, leaning your head against your friendâs shoulder. your chest was heavy with a decision to be made. the risk of trusting him again, of trusting anyone, only to be caught up in a vicious cycle of heartbreak.
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zendaya new music!!! my life is improved
user a song after the charles drama??? TEA
lizzo pop off queen đ
lilymhe how can you still look so pretty when crying đđđ
user charles leclerc better count his days
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writers note: itâs concerning how attached i am to this parasocial relationship. petition for sab and charles to date because theyâd be such a sexy couple
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Hii could you do one with ghost seeing his newborn and he came with guest like John, price, gaz for tea and the reader heard her baby start to cry and she goes to breast feed her baby upstairs for privacy and downstairs they all tell ghost how far heâs come in life and how proud they are of him and like they got gifts for the baby. If thatâs okay with you!
Tea Time
Ghost brings guests over to meet his newborn baby
A/N: Omg this really warms my heart they would be so happy for him. Especially Price! Like lord watching his masked son have a child of his own đ Also sorry about the late story post school has been beating my asssss
Warnings: fluff, talks about baby, pure happiness, husband!simon, dad!simon
simon x reader guide
simon x reader family
It was at first an awkward silence all four of them sitting in a living room. Simon decided to bring his military family over to meet his newborn. Simon wasnât able to be there when you gave birth. Missed it by two months since the baby was born, due to a mission going sideways. When he called to inform you that he was coming home, you naturally were excited.
While Simon was packing up to get going, Price followed him out. âOnce the both of you are settled love to meet the little bugga.â
Simon chuckled. âOf course Cap.â
Simon called you again, it only rung twice before you picked it up. âOn your way?â Your voice sounded tired yet perked up at the end.
âYes maâam, jâst leavinâ,â He paused before clearing his throat. âPrice mentioned cominâ and meeting the baby.â
âOkay,â You said calming waiting to see if he would say anything else before softly chuckling. âThey coming today?â
Simon tapped his fingers on the wheel. âDidnâ say yes to today, you wantinâ to?â
âI wouldnât mind, havenât had company over for a while. Unless you donât want it?â You said, he could hear the smile in your voice. Both of you didnât want anyone over at the end of your pregnancy worried about everything and then some. Didnât want to get you sick in case of something would happen to the baby.
Simon went silent before nodding like you could see him. âI donât mind.â
Before getting the call ahead for the boys to come, you have Simon time to hold his baby girl. At first he was hesitant looking at the small thing that bundled into the pink blanket. âShe wonât break.â You smiled softly, holding a hand to his bicep.
âShe is small.â He whispered watching her make faces as she slept.
You lifted your arm and started to guide his, forming his arms to be ready to hold her. You could see the small panic in his eyes as you started to place her. Guiding him how to hold her head. She moved basically looking like she was settling herself into his arms. He went stiff before looking at you as he smiled a bit. âSheâs beautiful baby.â
âWe did good baby.â You said getting on your tippy toes as he leaned down kissing each otherâs lips.
It was a couple of hours before he called Price and the boys to come and meet mini Riley. Without hesitation they all said yes and barreled their way down to the Riley home.
Now here they are, sitting around the living room. Gaz looked around the room noting some pictures of you and him on the wall. Some with his mask some not. Soap tapped his boots on the floor and Price drank the tea you made. Simon waited near the stairs as you started down them. All of them perked up like puppies on a park.
You showed off the baby to the boys. They held her one by one, watching her move around and fall asleep to smiling in her sleep. Price chuckled as she gripped his finger and played with her hand. Gaz held her as everyone talked around about the baby and how many pounds she weighted. Then it was Soap.
âShe is beautiful,â Soap said holding her softly, she was laying on his forearms as he held her head with his hands. Soap leaning on his legs as he stared down at her. âBet she gets it from ya huh lass?â
You chuckled as Simon glared at Soap, you could tell underneath his mask that he was smirking. âKind of glad she donâ have my nose.â Simon mumbled agreeing with him.
Soap chuckled as he looked back at the baby. Thatâs when she let out a fuss before she cried. At first Soap was shocked and looked at you and Simon. You looked over at the clock as Simon grabbed her. âDonât worry Soap you probably just stink,â You joked walking to Simon as you reached for her. âNo but I have to go feed her.â
Simon nodded as you turned around. âWant any help?â
âOh no she has it all handled Si.â You said smirking before winking and left upstairs.
Simon stood there and watched, disappearing. âShe is beautiful Simon.â Price said breaking the silence.
Simon shrugged and nodded. âWould never think ya have a family.â Soap said with a teasing tone.
Price glared at him before Gaz chuckled. âHonestly I thought the same.â
Simon looked at both of them. âI didnât either.â
Price sighed and shook his head. âI knew,â everyone looked at him. âYou might seem like a cold hearted lieutenant however you have a kind heart,â Silence roamed through the air, Simon did not expect him to say anything like that. âIâm proud of you son.â
Soap was wide eyed then looked at Simon. âNah he is right, never seen you soâŠâ
âDonât push it.â Simon grumbled seeing that glint in his eyes.
Soap put his hands up before looking at him. âFor real though sir, you have an amazing family here.â
Gaz shuffled before standing up. âIf you need a babysitter pretty sure Lola would love to watch her.â
Simon chuckled before standing up with him. âHave to fight the missus first.â
Gaz chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder. âYou really look happy chap, just happy that you are able to find something and someoneâs to come home to.â
Simon was shocked all around, he hasnât heard any of these before from them. At least Soap and Gaz. Price every now and then. He felt proud yet it was odd to feel that way. âThank you, all of ya.â
Price finished his tea as he stood up and walked to Simon. Gaz heading towards the door, giving a curt nod. Soap followed Gaz and gave a two finger salute. âSee ya later sir.â Soap said was he opened the door. âTell the lasses I said bye!â He hollered out.
âIâll meet ya in the car yeah?â Price said to Gaz.
Gaz nodded and gave a wave to Simon. âSeriously proud of ya sir.â
Simon stood there for a moment before looking at Price. âYou really have come a long way Simon. Ever since you met her itâs like you became lighter.â
Simon looked away towards the upstairs. âLike Gaz said John she is my home to come to.â
âI know she is, just proud of you for where ya at,â Price said as he sighed. âYou were so lost Simon until you married her. She changed you for the better and you let yourself do that as well. I just wanted to tell you that Iâm truly proud.â
Simon looked at Price and inhaled. âThank you sir but Iâm still terrified.â
Price chuckled and patted his shoulder. âOh that wonât change, wait till she brings a boy home.â
Simon froze as Price walked towards the door. The poor bloke that would be coming home to Simon, she may never get a boyfriend until he dies. Yeah that would be the case.
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