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pitchsidestories · 9 months ago

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el sueño de una niña (1) II Jenni Hermoso x Reader

part 2 I masterlist I word count: 2175

a/n: dear readers, the inspiration for this oneshot was Jenni Hermoso's speech at the Ballon d'Or ceremony, enjoy. 🖤💜

“Wait, I know that you’re a football player. Why did you come from my mamis bedroom?”

Jenni was on her way to sneak out of your appartement but when that small voice held her back. Curiously she turned the head around to look into the eyes of a little girl who the Spaniard estimated to be between five to six years old.

That must have been your daughter Mila Jenni thought to herself. It was the big confession after the great night the two of you had spent together.

Something in the reveal activated her flight mode, the forward’s plan was to leave and never look back. Her life was so chaotic she didn’t feel ready to be a part of a family.

Even though everything about yesterday touched her more than Jenni wanted to admit. Images of it flashed behind her eyes capturing passion, beauty and love.

“Uhm.. you didn’t see me, okay?”, the raven-haired woman returned the question flustered.

“But you’re the Jenni Hermoso, right? The one who won the World cup with Spain.”, Mila looked at her big-eyed, her voice full of adoration.

“Yes, but don’t tell anyone.”, Jenni replied, pressing a finger to her lips to underline her words.

“Wow.”, the little girl whispered amazed.

“Sorry, I really need to leave now. I’ve a speech to write.”, the striker apologized.

This didn’t stop Mila to confide in the older woman. “I’d love to be a football player like you when I’m grown up.”

��You do?”, something of your daughter’s sincerity made Jenni stay despite her announcement earlier that she needed to go.

“Yes.”, the girl emphasized.

“Hm..”

“It’s a big dream of mine.”, Mila added smiling shily.

“You’ll have to work hard for it.”, the Spaniard told her seriously.

“I can do that.”, your daughter assured her.

“And people will try to keep you from it.. they will tear you down and hope you’ll be compliant.”, Jenni continued gravely, kneeing down so she could look into the girl’s eyes.

“Did they do that with you?”, Mila questioned empathetically, placing her small hand carefully to the dark-haired woman’s cheek.

“Yes. All my life. So, promise me one thing, okay?”, she confirmed.

“Okay?”

“Don’t let anyone tell you what you can and cannot be. Promise?”, Jenni pressed a kiss to your daughter’s fingers.

“I promise.”, Mila answered solemnly.

“If you excuse me now.”, the older woman gave her an apologetic look.

“Bye, Jenni. I hope I’ll see you back soon.”, the girl said in an optimistic tone that left no doubt that the football player would return to your appartement.

“We’ll see. Thank you though.”, Jenni answered gratefully.

“Thank you for what?”, your daughter frowned confused.

“You just gave me an idea for my speech.”, the football player’s face lit up with excitement as she spoke.

Jenni shuffled the pieces of papers once more while someone applied her make up for the Ballon D’Or ceremony.

The writing on her notes was almost illegible, she had scribbled down her thoughts way too quickly on her way to the venue. It didn’t matter. She knew now what she wanted to say on stage. Still, she refused to let go of her notes.

“Jenni, have you actually prepared a speech?”

Alexias face appeared behind her in the mirror, She was already in her suit, her hair pulled into a low bun.

Jenni was about to complain about the surprised tone of Alexias voice when Patri joined them: “No way! I thought you’d just start talking like you always do.“

Jenni raised one eyebrow at the reflection of her two Spanish teammates and grinned: “That was the initial plan but I had a better idea.“

“Did someone spark your inspiration?”, Marta asked innocently.

Once the make-up artist let go of her face, she turned towards them and nodded: “Yes. And I hope she’s watching.“

Her teammates exchanged unreadable glances without saying a word while Jenni walked past them, leading the way to the award ceremony.

For what felt like hours, they sat there and listened to men talk. Jennis gaze kept going back to the clock, willing the time to slow down or the speakers to talk faster so Mila had a chance to watch before her bedtime.

Finally, she was called up on stage to receive her award. There was applause but she knew a lot of the people weren’t satisfied with her nomination. She held onto her notes and it all faded into the background once she started speaking about the little girl that wanted to follow in her footsteps, the girl that deserved to have a safer environment to play football in.

Her teammates welcomed her back to her seat with standing ovations. Alexia nodded at her once with a set jaw while Aitana gave her an inquiring look: “You dedicated it to a young girl? Who’s that?”

“Someone I met this morning.“, Jenni replied truthfully as she sat down.

“She seems to have left quite an impression on you.“, Caroline remarked.

“She did. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with all this shit… but there are so many little girls out there that should have it better than we did back then.“

“I agree with that.“, Alexia chimed in.

Marta nodded in agreement: “Me too, obviously. We had to put up with a lot.“

“Let’s be honest, we still do.“, Aitana whispered.

Jenni answered with new-found determination: “Yes but until she gets older, we might have already changed some more things.“

“I bet we will.“, Salma said quietly, before they all went quiet again and focused on the next award recipient.

Much to the surprise of her national and former club teammates Jenni announced at the after party, the alcohol-free wine glass still resting in her hand untouched. “I think I’m going to leave.”

“Leave?”, Patri repeated puzzled.

“Yeah, this party is boring anyway.”, the striker shrugged. The other women secretly thought the same, they couldn’t celebrate like the men around them as they were having a national team game the next morning.

Seeing Jenni step into your apartment while she still wore her glamorous dark suit jacket showing a large portion of her skin underneath felt almost unreal to you. It wasn’t that long ago when Mila and you watched the ballon d’or ceremony on tv and now she was back in flesh and blood. The football player was even more gorgeous here than on the screen.

Quickly Jenni revealed that the celebrations had bored her which was the moment you told her about your night.

“Mila stayed awake the whole time, she didn’t want to fall asleep until you were on the stage, Jenni.”

“She watched?”, the dark-haired woman asked happily.

“Yes, Mila loved everything about your speech.”, you nodded thrilled by the fact that your excitement was mirrored in the forward’s face.

“I’ve to thank her. She inspired me.”, she confessed.

“You inspired her as well.”, you admitted smiling.

“Even if she’s the only one, I reached my goal.”, Jenni beamed.

“To be fair I think you inspired many more with your words.”, you remarked solemnly.

“I hope so.”, the dark-haired woman sighed.

“Trust me.”, you answered softly.

After a meaningful pause you added. “I almost thought you wouldn’t call or wanted to see me again back then you left without a word in the morning.”

“That would sound like me actually.”, the footballer cleared her throat nervously. She loved to play the game, haunting for the next great beauty to court and lay down in bed with before going on the haunt again, always being a restless player. All was fair in love and football.

“She’ll appreciate the thank you though, it’ll mean a lot to her.”, you said while you bit your lip.

“That’s why I’m here. I want to thank you both.”, Jenni looked at you sincerely.

“Shouldn’t you be at the grand afterparty sipping champagne and flirting with pretty women?”, you lifted an eyebrow curiously.

“Not many women there that aren’t my teammates. And I’m not allowed to drink, I’ve to be back with my national team tomorrow.”, the striker chuckled amused.

“I see.”

“And maybe I preferred to spend my time here.”, she acknowledged, one hand ran tensely through her long hair.

You considered her for a moment and nodded in the direction of Milas bedroom: “Sadly she’s already asleep…“

“That’s okay. I could stay if you let me.“

You knew you should have thought about it for longer but you couldn’t resist the thought of Jenni staying one more night: “Yes, you can. If you promise to say goodbye in the morning.“

“If I was planning to sneak out again, I wouldn’t have told you.“, Jenni half-joked.

You tilted your head: “Good point.“

“So?”

“You can stay the night.“, you finally confirmed.

Relief seemed to flash across Jennis face for a millisecond: “Thanks.“

“You’re welcome, Jenni.“

The next morning you were woken up by footsteps on the wooden floor. Your heart sank immediately, thinking it was Jenni breaking her promise so you refused to turn around. You didn’t want to watch her leave again. Instead you heard a tiny voice whisper in awe: “Jenni!”

“Woah, you’re already awake, little one. Good morning.“, Jenni yawned and stretched right next to you.

She was still here, still in your bed.

“I saw you! Last night!”, Mila said full of excitement.

“You did? And did you like my suit? It’s on that chair.“, Jenni smiled, pointing across the room.

You watched as Mila walked over and gently touched the fabric in awe.

“It’s beautiful.“

“Right? Next year I’ll take you and your mum with me.“, the football player said, winking at you as if to tell you that she knew you were awake.

While the smile fell from your face, Milas eyes lit up: “What? Really?”

“Yes, why not?”

You might have been desperate for her to stay another night but you weren’t delusional. Who knew where the two of you were in a year? Most likely not sharing a bed anymore.

“Don’t promise her too much.“, you warned the football player.

Jenni was unusually quiet before replied: “I… mean it.“

“You mean it?”

“I do. I want to keep seeing you and her.“, she said with determination.

Milas eyes had been darting back and forth between the two of you like she was watching a tennis match. “We want to keep seeing you too!”, she yelled happily.

Completely ignoring you, Jenni turned back to your daughter and pulled her onto the bed: “Would you like to see a football game in Italy tonight?”

Mila was bursting with joy: “Yes!”

“I mean isn’t that too spontaneous? Like what about the airplane tickets?“, you interjected.

“I can take care of it all. But only if that’s okay with you.“, Jenni offered while Mila put on her best puppy eyes: “Pleeease.“

Who were you to deny your daughter such a once in a lifetime opportunity?

With a hesitant nod, you finally agreed: “Okay.“

The day has flown by, Mila and you quickly packed your bag for one night, before following your lover to get on the plane. While the striker was on the team walk, your daughter and you did your own exploring the Italian surroundings. It was like a daydream from which you didn’t want to wake up.

In the evening, you could feel from the stands Jennis glances on you who was standing on the pitch with some of her friends. Next to you Mila couldn’t hide her excitement seeing her favourite players live. It genuinely warmed your heart to witness and share that special moment with your child.

“Pretty girl from next door? She’s so your type, Jenni.”, Laia Codina wiggled her eyebrows.

“That’s why she’s here.”, the forward winked at the defender.

With a smirk on her face Alexia bumped her elbow into her teammates side. “Who would’ve thought that Jennifer found herself a family.”

“Strange things happen, Ale.”, Jenni shrugged with her shoulders.

“Yes, it’s Halloween soon.”, Vicky threw in teasingly.

“Rude.”, the older striker commented smiling.

“Vicky.”, the Barcelona captain clicked her tongue reprovingly.

The test game ended in a draw, but that didn’t stop Jenni from giving you a passionate kiss.

“That wasn’t very subtle, Jenni.”, you laughed.

“I don’t care about subtle anymore.”, she clarified grinning.

“What about the others watching?”, you asked her, cheeks flushed.

“They just love to stare at pretty girls.”, Jenni stated firmly.

“Pretty girls, hm?”, you repeated. Admittedly under her intense gaze you felt more beautiful than ever before. She didn’t hide her desire towards you and wasn’t afraid to show it in the public.

“Yes.”, she confirmed.

“Kiss me again.”, you requested, your voice slightly hoarse from cheering. Before you even could finish your sentence, her lips were on yours, making both of your hearts flutter.

Everything started with a dream of a little girl which was your daughter, in which Jenni saw her younger self, Mila undoubtedly became her inspiration for the speech. The three of you would now dream together.

Keep dreaming.

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ravenstargames · 2 months ago

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✦ LOST IN LIMBO DEVLOG #19 | 06.02.2025

Happy Pride month besties! 💜 Yes, this year too we'll have a Pride month piece, but it's in the making!

This month has been packed with concept art and getting the new update ready, so there's not that much to write about. Showing all the concept art would spoil the artbook, so apologies if this devlog looks shorter than it should. Don't worry, we are still going full-speed ahead! Let's jump into it!

World, meet your trustworthy sidekick, she who has had your back since the beginning—Evie!

You already know a bit of her; she likes everything related to the occult world, is a prime member of the Faybourne Waterpolo Club, and her favorite color is blue!

Evie's base sprite is finished, so now we gotta jump to her expressions. Those are fairly easy and quick (Raquel's words, not mine), so I expect to start coding kind of soon! ✨

Also, concept art on the MC's dear mom is done! So we've moved on to the sprite phase, and also started working on the concept art of MC's troublemaking grandmother. Kickstarter folks will have ✨juicy✨ previews on that content, so y'all will have to wait for a bit as per usual!

May has been Amon's month. I've been writing the first chapter of his route, as well as editing the prologue following our editor's guidelines. I think this month will be packed of corrections, and I'm excited to tackle them!

As y'all know, demo update 1.1.0 (now 1.1.1, as some characters were very insistent in partaking in some floating activities) went live! This month I've been working on patching stuff as well as refining the android build. I originally used two different projects for the PC version and the mobile one, but after lady and savior Feniks graced me with knowledge once more, I dipped my toes into Ren'py variants; and it's been going great! After publishing these devlogs, I'll start uploading the new android build everywhere 💜✨

Kayden has been working on more mini-CGs to enhance the ✨experience✨of the new prologue! Amongst those CGs, we have the Sovereign's hospitality in the shape of breakfast. I wonder who delivers it...?

So now that we've seen how the concept art / sprite part of it all works with Airyn's addition to the team, we're confident things will be up to speed in the upcoming months! Airyn works like a beast, has amazing ideas, and executes them flawlessly, with the addition of being a great friend of ours!

What else...I'm still working on my investigation plan (my PhD, hahaa...), Raquel is now taking driving lessons, and she's also been working on the Pride Month piece. We got a sketch yesterday but agreed to modify it a bit after some thought. Initially, Gael was going to be the one getting an illustration for Pride Month this year, but things didn't go as planned (Raquel was frustrated with not being able to come up with a good idea for him) and Amon has taken his place. Happens to the best of us!

Work this month has been good! A lot of concept and planning that we can't show (well, Kickstarter folks will see more of it) but that is vital for the development of the game. I'm not going to ramble a lot in this one—sometimes you've to go straight to the point!

Thank you everyone who played our 1.1.1 update; thank you for the comments, well-wishes, feedback, and everything else. Also, thanks for keeping our ask box lively and overflowing! 💜

Let's see each other around!

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #indiedev #devlog

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dailynnt · 4 months ago

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 10/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Here I tried to add drama, added a meeting with the mother (I'll give a little spoiler that this meeting with her will affect the next development of the plot) and it seems that Y/N is breaking down the walls erected around Jungkook 💗 What do you think, my dear? I'm really excited for the published of these two chapters for you 😰❤️‍🔥 Give me feedback so I know where to fix or add something? ❤️‍🔥💘

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @ottergirl, @vantelover1306, @deepikhaprakash, @mar-lo-pap, @zeytiable, @lallataegi, @vintagemoonsstuff, @indigomoonchild09, @diame93, @bts-ruu, @asyr97, @taeloversblog, @songbyeonkim (If you want to be on the tag list, let me know)

⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 10. Home

Jungkook's car did not fit into the local landscape. The expensive foreign car stood in stark contrast to the old streets of the city's private sector. The narrow street you knew so well brought back memories from your childhood. The old, shabby fences, painted by your grandfather's hand, and the familiar smell of the sea coming from somewhere far away immediately evoked a warm longing.

Time seemed to stand still here. While megacities were growing up, this place remained cozy and real. The way you left it when you moved to Seoul.

"Does she do this often?" Jungkook asked, watching the road ahead closely, snapping you out of your pleasant nostalgia.

"She's done it a few times. The last time I warned her that if she took the money from Halmoni, I would file a police report," you said bitterly, then laughed in frustration, "and she started blackmailing me, saying she would call my work and tell them I was neglecting her and abusing her. So we agreed that I should send her money once a month to buy her food. But I know that she spends this money on alcohol..." you told Jungkook about your mother. He asked you and you really didn't want to tell him something so personal about yourself. It would have been nice if Jungkook didn't know what your mother was like, but you tell him everything and you really didn't understand why.

He parked the car smoothly in front of your grandmother's familiar house, which you pointed out on the way. The car stopped, and you quickly reached for your backpack, internally preparing to say goodbye.

"Thanks for bringing me," you said quietly, avoiding his gaze. You didn't want him to see your embarrassment. To be honest, you were sure he would just bring you to Busan and go right back to his business in Seoul.

He looked at you silently, and then turned his body around, leaning his elbow on the car door. His smile was almost sly.

"Do you really think I'm just going to turn around and drive back?" he asked, as if reading your mind.

You froze, looking up at him. Actually, that was exactly what you thought. So you didn't understand why he had ridden with you for such a distance.

"Do you want to stay?" you said quietly, not believing you were asking the question.

"Yes," he answered without a shadow of hesitation. "And not just because of you. I have some business here in Busan. I decided to take this opportunity to finish them."

Your mind raced. Part of you was happy - unexpectedly, but very sincerely. And the other part, accustomed to independence, to relying only on yourself, began to feel anxious. What is he doing here? Why does he care about you?

"Well... if you need to..." you muttered, already grabbing the door handle, preparing to leave. But at the same moment you heard him turn off the engine. Your heart sank.

Only then did it dawn on you: he wasn't just staying in the city. He was staying right next to you.

You quickly turned to him as he reached out to get out of the car.

"Wait..." you said suddenly.

He stopped and looked at you.

"What?"

"You... where are you going?" your voice sounded cautious, as if you were afraid to hear the answer.

But he didn't have time to give it. His gaze suddenly shifted - he was no longer looking at you, but behind your back. His eyes became attentive.

You turned around and saw your grandmother slowly walk out of the yard, holding onto the fence. She looked a little confused, but smiling.

She noticed you and her smile became joyful, and her eyes sparkled. You forgot about Jungkook and hurried over to her. You hadn't seen your grandmother for more than two months and you missed her very much. As you hugged your grandmother, you felt her familiar warmth, her palms stroking your back, and her eyes full of love and concern.

"You lose weight... did you eat anything in Seoul?" she murmured quietly, hugging you as if she was afraid to let go.

"I ate, Halmoni, don't worry," you smiled through your tears, feeling your whole body relaxing next to her.

But a moment later, Grandma looked over your shoulder and looked in surprise.

"Who is it that has come with you, my flower?" asked Grandma, rubbing her eyes and fixing her apron.

You turned around sharply. Jungkook was standing by the car, wearing a half-smile that immediately alerted you. He looked completely out of place: expensive clothes, strong posture, and that confident light in his eyes that for some reason made your heart skip a beat.

"This is..." you started, but didn't have time to finish.

"Greetings, Halmoni," he took a step toward you and your Grandma and bowed low, "I'm your granddaughter's boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you," he finished, straightening his back. You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth in surprise. You were ready to kill him for introducing himself to grandma as your boyfriend. Jungkook looked at you and liked the way you looked. Your anger was his favorite thing in the world.

"A boyfriend... how unexpectedly,"" grandma said, turning her head to you, she smiled kindly as she assessed Jungkook. "My dear girl, why didn't you tell your grandmother that you have a boyfriend and you coming with him? I would have prepared the best holiday table," she nervously began to adjust her clothes.

"Halmoni is..." you wanted to say something, but you were too shocked by Jungkook's prank. He, in turn, came closer and put his arm around your waist. You glared at him angrily.

"There's no need to worry Halmoni, and I'm sorry for coming unannounced, but I wanted to finally meet you, so I asked Y/N to come over together," Jungkook said with a friendly smile on his lips. Grandma was looking at you and couldn't get enough.

"You two are so beautiful together. Y/N daughter, how could you hide from me that you have such a beautiful boy?"

You opened and closed mouth because you just didn't know what to say. You didn't hide anything from your grandmother because you weren't going to lie to her about your fake relationship with Jungkook. But her words made you feel guilty.

"Let's go inside, you must be hungry from the road, I made Y/N's favorite pulgogi and I really want to hear how you met..." Grandma turned around and walked as fast as she could to set the table, and you shouted after her.

"Halmoni, we're coming, we're just going to pick up the grocery bags..."

Grandma said she would be waiting for you inside, and when her figure disappeared behind the door, you moved away from Jungkook too quickly. He knew you were about to protest, and he was prepared to listen to your disgruntled tone. You crossed your arms over your chest, and he hid his in pockets.

"What the hell are you doing? Why did you tell Halmoni that you were my boyfriend? Our agreement has nothing to do with my family!" you snapped.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't look guilty - on the contrary, as if he was expecting this.

"Your Halmoni doesn't seem like the kind of person who would let a some guy stay overnight if he's even a friend or neighbour," he said calmly, with a hint of mockery in his voice.

You sighed sharply, flushing red. He was playing the game his way again.

"What do you mean stay overnight? You were planning to stay here tonight?" you were shocked.

"Well, yeah, I can't leave you alone..." he said casually, taking a step toward you. He towered over you, and you tilted your head back a little to see his face.

"You will not stay the night at my halmoni's house, you will go to a hotel," you said clearly. Jungkook pressed his lips into a thin line, clearly not happy with your words.

"How can I go to the hotel now? I'm your boyfriend, wouldn't it be weird if I didn't spend the night with you?" he touched his fingers lightly to your cheek, stroking it gently. This gesture made you lose your sense of reality for a moment, and then you sharply knocked his hand away.

"You did that on purpose! Why are you such a chronic liar?" you raged.

"I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that it's better if we play the game to the end. If your family knows that I'm your boyfriend, then our relationship will look even more believable."

You cringed, as if he'd just said something extremely gross.

"So now my family is part of your play?" you asked quietly, but very sharply. Your eyes glittered with anger and disappointment.

Jungkook didn't answer right away. His eyes became serious. He lost that mocking smile that irritated you and just stood there for a few seconds looking at you.

"If you're part of my show, then so is your family," he said, without the warmth in his voice. "But I'm here for you, in case you haven't noticed."

You gritted your teeth, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you. You ignored his words that he was here for you. Even though they made your heart skip a beat.

"I don't want you to stay." you said with the same coldness in your voice.

"Fine. But I'll stay." He didn't listen to you.

"Jungkook!" you almost jumped up and down in anger. "Can't you do it the way I want for once?"

"I can," he answered calmly. "But I don't want to."

He smiled again and then made his way to the car and opened the trunk. He picked up a few packages as if it were a regular family visit.

"I'll bring the groceries in. And you, if you want, go explain to Halmoni that I'm an impostor and we're not really together. But look right in her eye and say it. Only honestly."

He walked into the house, leaving you standing in the middle of the yard with a knot in your chest and confusion in your head.

Because the problem was that you couldn't tell her the truth anymore. And you didn't know why you didn't have the strength to actually send him away.

Grandma fed you the world's most delicious pulgogi and kimchi, and a whole bunch of other dishes she made for your visit. Jungkook ate everything she put on the table without hesitation, and you watched him sneakily.

He lied to your grandmother with gusto about your first meeting and how you "fell in love" with each other, and his cheeks were full of rice and kimchi. He acted as if he had been to this house a hundred times and had known Grandma all his life. It was obvious that she liked him - she listened attentively, laughed at his jokes and brought him plates of extra.

"My daughter, why are you so quiet?" your grandmother finally paid attention to you. She put her hand on your and stroked it gently. You looked up at her and smiled gently.

"I'm just afraid to interrupt your perfect conversation," you said, glancing over at Jungkook. He had finally eaten and was sitting with his hands on the table.

"Oh sweetheart, Jungkook is such a good boy. I like him and I'm glad you two are dating, you couldn't ask for a better match," Grandma said with admiration. You smiled wider and looked at Jungkook again. He smiled smugly. You barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

"You're right, Halmoni, you couldn't ask for a better boyfriend..." you mocked.

"And I won't find a better girl," Jungkook said in a confident voice. You looked at him in disbelief, but he looked so serious that something in your chest trembled.

"Oh, my dear children, I'm so happy for you!" sighed Grandma, holding back her tears. "My flower, I'm glad to see you happy with Jungkook, I hope your relationship will grow into a long and eternal love..."

You almost choked on your juice that were drinking while your grandmother was talking. You coughed and Jungkook hurriedly patted you on the back.

"Be careful, my love, or your grandmother's hopes will not come true," Jungkook joked. You were coughing, but you wanted to kill Jungkook for calling you "my love" in front of your grandmother. You gently removed his hands and pulled away.

"Thank you, honey I'll be careful," you said, sounds pretending sweet. Jungkook felt your tone and squinted his eyes.

And Grandma started praising you again, saying how wonderful couple you were, and you could barely contain yourself. Because it was a performance for you. And only one person in the room believed in everything-your grandmother.

The rumble of the gate you suddenly heard made you tense. You heard a voice from the street and abruptly got up from the table. Jungkook stood up and followed you. You stopped a step away from the front door and saw your mother through the ajar door.

Jungkook froze behind you, silently realizing who the woman was. You looked alike. You were her young copy. But there was a gulf between you. Her once beautiful face was disfigured by the alcohol she had been drinking for years. Her eyes were blurred but sparkled with a strange nervous energy. She was leaning on the doorjamb as if she wasn't sure she could stand. Her lips curled into a half-smile, more like a grimace.

"Look who's here..." she barely managed to say, looking directly at you. "And even with a boyfriend, can you believe it? And I thought you were a chaste modesty."

Your face instantly lost all expression. You clenched your jaw, trying not to let on how much these words hurt. Jungkook remained silent, but you could feel him tense up. His body stood behind yours like a shield.

"Why did you come here?" you asked in a trembling voice. You were holding back too many emotions inside. The sight of your mother, drunk and unkempt, made your heart clench with pain. But even more so with disgust.

"Why?" she took a shaky step forward, but you didn't budge, "Mother promised to give me more money, I have to live for something. You're a cheeky girl, not answering your mother's phone. You're sitting there in Seoul, all important... and I'm supposed to starve to death?"

"Came to bully at grandmother, that she giving you money for a bottle again?" your voice shook with rage. "I warned you not to touch her. If you do anything to her again, I'll go and file a police report against you. For extortion. For violence."

Your mother giggled.

"The police? And what are you going to tell them? That your poor mommy is asking you for a penny because her selfish daughter can't support her?" her eyes glittered with hatred. "Look at yourself. Do you despise me? Do you think you're better because you live in the city, because you fuck a rich guy and drive an expensive car?"

"Shut up." You took another step forward. You were shaking. "You've never been a mother. Ever. You abandoned me when I was a baby. And now you come when you need money for a bottle!"

"I raised you!" she snapped, indignant.

"You?" you laughed bitterly. "You weren't around when I was growing up. When I was sick. And when I was studying. You only appear when you need money. Like a parasite!"

Your mother's face changed dramatically. From a disdainful mask to one contorted with rage. She raised her hand, losing control.

"You little bitch..." your mother raised her hand to hit you, but Jungkook, who had been standing silent right up until that moment, reacted instantly. His hand grabbed her wrist before she could touch you. The movement was precise, without a shadow of hesitation. Your mother flinched.

"I would strongly advise you to never, ever lay a hand on her again," Jungkook's voice was low, almost dangerous. His eyes glittered with coldness, and this sternness combined with his self-control was... eerie.

Your mother was embarrassed and tried to pull away, but Jungkook's grip was like steel.

"Who are you to..." she began, but she didn't have time to finish because Jungkook leaned slightly toward her, never letting go of her arm, and said through clenched teeth in a way that sent chills down her spine.

"I'm the one who will make your life unbearable if you ever show up here again and scare Halmoni or touch Y/N. I can make someone like you disappear from the face of the earth. And believe me, no one will even ask where you went."

His mother stared at him - at first with a challenge, but then fear appeared in those eyes. For the first time in all the years of your life, she was afraid. Really scared. To the bone.

You stood next to him, still trembling, but now... not just from anger. The way he defended you, the way he stood up for you without a shadow of a doubt... Something in your chest shuddered, as if it had moved.

"Do you understand?" Jungkook let go of her abruptly, as if even touching her was disgusting.

The mother swayed, grabbing the doorjamb. She remained silent, breathing heavily, as if she had been running, rubbing her wrist where Jungkook had grabbed her.

"Oh, you bagged yourself a rich man, huh?..." she suddenly looked away from Jungkook and at you. "They're all like that, daughter. First they say they love you, and then they dump you because they've had enough of you..." she spat at Jungkook's feet, causing him to raised his eyebrows, "He'll dump you as soon as he gets tired of you. Just like your dad did to me... but when he does leave you, you better not end up like your horrible alcoholic mother." she turned to leave. "I won't come again, I don't want to know you all."

The mother finally left, stumbling and muttering under her breath, Jungkook turned to you. His eyes were still serious, but softer as he looked at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and there was no irony in his voice. You stood there completely stunned by your mother's words about a father she had never spoken of. The whole situation that had just happened in front of you made a new crack in your soul and you no longer had the strength to hold back the hurt and tears. You cried, and Jungkook just pulled you to him. You cried into his chest, and he held you tightly in his arms. Grandma, who stood nearby, was also crying quietly.

You silently went into your room at grandmother's house. After your shower, your skin smelled like a delicate peach, but inside you still felt like a crack, like an old wound that had been torn open again.

Jungkook was already in bed. He didn't leave. You asked him to stay after Grandma left so that you two could spend time together. He said that he was going to go to a hotel for the night, but you said that grandma would insist anyway. You felt that if he left, you would become even more desperate.

Quietly, you walked to the bed, took off your robe, leaving you in a thin home t-shirt and shorts, and slid under the covers. Your back was to him.

The bed sagged gently, and you felt his warmth. He moved over gently, his chest touching your back, and something about that touch made you exhale a little deeper.

His hand touched your waist - not holding you, not forcing you. Just... holding.

"How are you feeling?" he whispered, so close that his breath was touching your ear.

"I’m fine," you answered shortly, your voice sounding broken. He didn't ask anymore. He just lay there, silent, breathing in unison with you.

"Thank you..." you whispered suddenly. You hadn't thanked him before, and you truly appreciated his support. "For protecting me and Halmoni today."

He didn't answer right away. Then he sighed, slowly, almost silently.

"You were unlucky with your mother... but it looks like she won't be coming back. And if she does, I'll make sure it's really the last time." Jungkook assured you. His words made your chest tighten. You wanted to object, but he was already speaking. "And I'll make sure she returns everything she took to her grandmother. Every last won."

"Don't do that," you whispered. "It's none of your business. I can handle it myself..."

"But I want to," his voice was serious, without a hint of joking. "Your Halmoni is a such kind woman. If you don't want to accept my help, she will. And it will be my pleasure to help her."

Silence fell again. You felt his hand on your thigh - it was big, warm and gentle. He stroked your skin lightly.

This closeness... his breathing, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers that involuntarily slid a little lower... all this made your body tremble with a subtle wave of excitement.

You unconsciously pressed against him. Your hips slipped back a little, and you felt his cock begin to strain from your few movements. But Jungkook didn't seem to notice your hints. You moved again, as if on purpose in his arms. His cock was already hard and you could feel its warmth through the thin fabric of his shorts and underwear.

Jungkook wordlessly moved closer to you, and you both felt it. Your panties began to get wet and between the legs throbbed with excitement. His hand slid down your thigh.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he whispered directly into your ear, his voice low and husky. "Do you think it's a good idea to rub against my crotch like that... and make my cock get hard?"

You held your breath, and only for a moment, at the sound of his voice, which made you even more hot. Then you whispered, trying not to give away your true intention, even though it was more than obvious.

"I... I just... I'm a little tight in your arms..." you lied.

"Really...?" he huffed in disbelief. His hand, which had been squeezing your thigh, slid to your stomach and continued to move upward, making its way under the fabric of your shirt. He touched your breasts and squeezed lightly. Your moisture was becoming more and more abundant.

Jungkook raised himself up on his elbow and pushed thighs against you as if to tease you.

"You're shameless. You want sex when your grandmother is sleeping in the next room?" he whispered. "What am I supposed to do with you, huh...?" Jungkook asked in the same whisper, his voice low and deep, vibrating somewhere in his stomach. "You've already pushed me away three times after I've done you good. Three times. I'm getting a little tired of hearing it. Maybe we should stop?" He let go of your breasts and brought his palm down. His hand ducked under the fabric of your sleeping shorts, touching your folds. You were wet, so wet and that's all for him.

Jungkook's words were half-joking, and you knew it, but they held the truth, a small stab of disappointment at your past actions and the words you'd said to him without mercy.

He continued to caress your clit and you moaned softly. You barely managed to turn your head slightly to the side, toward him. Your breath was hot and your lips were trembling.

"I won't push you away..." you whispered. "I want... I want it, Jungkook...please…"

He froze. And then slowly, with that predatory playfulness that drove you crazy, he answered.

"You hear that, kitten," he ran his fingers over your aroused clit and plunged his fingers into your passage again and again, pressing you in tighter against himself, "you're begging me again. What about that fucking rule you made?"

Jungkook turned you completely around, hovering over you, never ceasing to finger you. You spread your legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your nails left half-moon dents in his warm skin.

"Fuck the rules," you said between moans. Jungkook laughed softly.

"So bold," he finally kissed you on the lips. His tongue filled your mouth as if it had always belonged to him. Your tongues clashed and wrestled with each other, as if trying to know who was in charge. Jungkook grabbed your tongue and sucked on it, proving his superiority to you. He parted your lips so that you could breathe in some air.

"You're going to throw words like that around, and then tell me to ignore it again because you were having an orgasm?" Jungkook teased. He loved using your actions and words against you.

"Jungkook..." you squeezed the skin on his shoulders harder, pulling him closer "shut your mouth and just fuck me already," your voice sounded annoyed. Jungkook raised his eyebrows and laughed at your intolerance.

"Oh I'll do it kitten, but now you know your rule no longer applies?!" his voice was hoarse with excitement, but also full of triumph. He loved that you had given in, breaking your own rule that you had promised to keep. He knew it from the beginning, that you would be the first to give up.

His fingers slid over your wet fold once more, long, slow, until you trembled, as if trying to brand this moment. And then he abruptly removed his hand, making you moan with loss.

"Fuck you?" he repeated, licking his lips. "I want to do it so badly right now, but you know how much I love listening to your pleas? I think I'll listen to your sweet beseech first..."

Jungkook's lips found your neck, and you arched up, exposing your skin to him. His kisses were wet, warm, slow, and all of this made you tremble even more, clenching your thighs. The kisses fueled your need to have him, but you knew he would soon have you begging. Beg as if your life depended on it.

He took off your shorts and underwear at the same time so as not to spend too much time on this one, so that he could have the moreover of it for something more worthwhile, such as pushing you to your limit. And then he took off his boxers and threw them somewhere else.

He threw aside the blanket you were still covered with and positioned himself between your legs. He could see your pussy glistening in the darkness of the room, making him obsessed with you.

He positioned himself comfortably between your legs, pressing his erect cock against your pussy. You felt his hot flesh and sighed heavily. You need him inside.

Jungkook pulled up your shirt, exposing your breasts. He fell on one of your nipples and sucked hard. You felt pain, but kept yourself from screaming by biting your lip.

"Kook..." you called to him.

"I'm here, kitten" he whispered, stopping for a moment.

"Come inside," you begged. He grinned against your nipple and kept his eyes on you.

You wiggled your hips, hoping that this would make him finally fill you with his cock. But he didn't seem to be in any hurry.

His lips moved to your neck, covering it with wet marks, sucking on the skin, but not doing what you wanted most.

"Please..." you breathed out, barely audible. Jungkook stood over you.

"It's so sweet coming from you. Fuck, I'm ready to listen forever as you beg me to fill you my cock." he whispered. You felt yourself getting even wetter. You had definitely soiled the fresh sheets that Grandma had made for the two of you.

Jungkook pressed his lips to your ear. His voice was soft but full of power.

"You're so impatient... And just recently you were playing hard to get..." he smiled, lightly touching your earlobe with his tongue. "And now you ask me as if I were your last hope. Hmm, I wonder how many times you can ask before I'm satisfied with your plea?" he standing on knelt, placing his legs under of your pelvis.

His hand slowly - too slowly - slid down your stomach, slid back between your thighs, but this time he didn't touch your clit as you expected. Instead, he lightly stroked your inner thigh, giving you no relief.

You arched up, trying to force yourself to slide closer, but Jungkook grabbed your hips and stopped you.

"Don't rush," he whispered. "I haven't had enough of you yet. And you taste so good when you moan because you don't get what you want. "

His fingers touched your folds, but only at the edge, as if by accident. And then they were gone again, leaving you in a state of excited despair. You moaned softly.

"Look at you... so wet... and all this because of a few touches from me?" he tilted his head to the side and looked into your eyes. His gaze was full of fire. "Tell me, have you fantasized about me? About me entering you slowly, deeply? Or maybe how I make you beg again and again?"

You were silent, but he saw the answer in your eyes. "Say it out loud, kitten. I need to hear it."

You felt ashamed, but it came out:

"Yes... I was imagining... you entering me... teasing me... not letting me come..." you whispered, breathing heavily.

"Oh, now you're talking like an adult girl," Jungkook murmured and plunged his fingers into you, this time deeper than before. But not deep enough for you to be satisfied. And when you tried to move your hips again, he removed his hand.

"No, no, no..." he smiled. "You haven't earned it yet. A little more..."

He leaned down and his tongue flicked down your stomach. You could feel his every breath on your skin. His lips touched your thighs, and you realized that a little more and you would explode. And he, this cocky, bossy, damn hot guy, was still playing with you like a favorite toy.

"Please... Jungkook, I can't take it..." you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He looked at you from under his eyelashes as if amused.

"Oh, I know... and that's what I like best." He ran his tongue over your skin again, but this time between your folds. And when you arched your back, clutching the sheets, he pulled back.

You couldn't breathe steadily anymore. Desire and despair mingled together.

Jungkook towered over you, kneeling down. His eyes were burning, his face tense with desire. He took his hard length in his hands and slid the head of his cock between your wet folds-slowly, with pleasure, forcing you to arch up to meet him. But instead of entering, he rubbed against you, sliding up and down, making you tremble with tension.

"Tell me you want me..." his voice is hoarse, almost breathless.

"I do... I want you so badly..." you begged, your voice tearing from your chest, unashamed.

Jungkook sighed, softly, from deep in his chest. His eyes grew even darker, more serious. And the next moment, he entered you-slowly, deeply, so that you involuntarily squeezed his shoulders and almost screamed. He stopped for a moment, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"So tight... so wet..." his voice was husky, vibrating against your skin, Jungkook could barely contain himself because his arousal had reached a maximum while he was playing with you. "Fuck Y/N, what are you doing to me?"

A second of silence from both of you. His words hit you so hard...because you weren't doing anything, you were just being yourself.

He began to move, slowly but surely, studying you as he always did - cautiously at first, and then deeper and stronger with each movement. Your body responded to his every thrust as if you had belonged to him for a long time. Moans escaped your lips uncontrollably. Jungkook pressed himself against you, placing his hands on the sides of your face and leaning in almost close. He looked at your satisfied face and couldn't get enough of the pleasure you were showing. You wrapped your legs around his buttocks, squeezing him tighter. You moaned louder and louder at his sharp and deep thrusts and Jungkook was slightly nervous that your grandmother might hear you.

"Shhh..." he whispered, moving deeply and rhythmically inside you. "Don't make a sound... Do you want your grandmother to know what her sweet granddaughter sounds like when she's being fucked?" You bit your lips, moaning, and Jungkook picked up his pace as if to spite you, driving himself harder into your thighs. Like an insatiable man... pushing you to the limit.

He didn't forget to kiss your lips between thrusts.

And just when the wave of orgasm began to build, when your body froze in sweet anticipation, Jungkook leaned down to your ear and whispered in a breathless voice.

"Cum for me, kitten. I want to feel you tremble under me..."

Your body exploded after a small series of deep thrusts. Wave after wave pierced you, your moans were soft, trapped in your chest, and you squeezed his cock as you came.

And Jungkook, feeling your climax, gave a few more thrusts and, as he started spilled inside you, pulled out releasing onto your stomach with a quiet growl that echoed in your chest.

You were still trembling, your skin covered in a light sweat, and your chest heaving in a rapid rhythm. Jungkook hovered over you, leaning on his elbows, watching you slowly come back to your senses after the sweet storm. He kissed the corner of your lips, still warm from your moans.

"So your rule is no longer in effect and I'm glad you destroyed it yourself," he said with a heavy breath that made it hard to speak. Your eyes were shining with the orgasm you'd had, and you recognized that you'd made the rule in vain at all.

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bobbiereynolds · 1 year ago

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Supe Preference: Asking You Out

Requested: hi, idk if you write for the supes, but I will try request anyway :D how would the supes ( the boys series) ask a gn reader out? Ty - anon

A/N: I hope this is okay my love! I tried to stay true to character as much as possible, so I'm not sure how romantic some of them are. I tried writing for new Supes too, at least new for me, so apologies if it's not totally in character! Feedback is always appreciated! 💜💜💜

Homelander doesn't exactly ask you out. Rather, on live TV during an interview or event, he grabs your hand and proclaims that you're in love, that you're a couple. Whether or not you're into him, it still comes as a shock. Afterwards he'll ask you on a date where the public and paparazzi can see and take pictures. It's not as intimate as you'd like, but the date goes well. He takes you to an expensive restaurant where you've gotten rid of your suit for something classy and elegant, but he sticks with his regular attire. It's definitely not how you were expecting to be asked out or how you thought your relationship would progress. Ashley thinks it's great! You are both insanely powerful and, for selfish reasons, she wants Homelander off her back. She appreciates that you'll take some of the attention off her.

The Deep probably makes more than a few inappropriate, crude, raunchy jokes about and around you before he properly introduces himself. It's almost compulsive the way his jokes come out. He just can't help himself. He later apologizes and asks to start fresh. Would you want to go out on a date with him? When you say yes, he instantly tells you about all his ideas. You could go to the aquarium or to dinner or to the amusement park or coffee or whatever you want to do. You stick to coffee. It's pretty cute how excited he is. He wasn't expecting you to say yes, so he really didn't have it planned all the way through. He was expecting, like everyone else in his life, for you to call him stupid and move on without answering.

A-Train and you have been dating forever, but you haven't been out on a date in ages. He's still shy trying to ask you out even now. Of course you say yes, excited you'll get some time alone. You might have to reschedule once or twice because Homelander is on the rampage, but when you do get together, he takes you rollerskating. Despite how fast he is in sneakers, he's awful on wheels. He holds your hand the entire time and definitely drags you down when he falls. He stays pretty casual in his clothes and tries to keep his hood up, but it just falls down. You guys find a roller-rink in the middle of nowhere, so you're pretty safe in being discovered. You make fun of his clumsiness and check him for bruises when he falls, especially hard. He makes the same joke over and over: that he "fell" for you. You think he's an idiot, but this is by far one of your most favorite dates.

Queen Maeve asks you out over text. When you say yes, she shows up in her civilian clothes. She makes sure she isn't followed and that Homelander is distracted the entire day. She takes you to the movies. It's dark and secluded, but she knows you love movie theater popcorn specifically with all the butter and the blue raspberry slushies, and you picked the only movie not funded by or produced by Vought. It's a really terrible comedy, but you two can laugh at it anyway. Maeve even holds your hand during the movie which makes her heart beat out of her chest. Afterwards she makes you stay after to kiss you and tell you she had a really great time. It's the first time in forever where she's felt like a real person whose allowed to do real person things. She wants to get your read on it, but you're both excited for a second date.

Firecracker would ask you on a date to some fast food restaurant where you can get the best greasy food and the thickest milkshakes. She'll definitely be sported because she doesn't go incognito and ends up spending a few minutes at least taking pictures and videos for everyone who wants one. She apologizes for them, but secretly, she loves it. You don't mind. You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to the date. She tells you about her life growing up and her past with Starlight. You tell her about your own life and how you came to New York to follow your dreams. She tells you about joining The Seven and what she really thinks of Vought. It isn't the most magical date, but you're glad you said yes. It made you feel like a teenager again, getting food with your old crush, trying to play it cool when you're actually freaking out.

Soldier Boy doesn't really ask you out on a date. You two *get busy* in bed and afterwards he asks if you'd want to go to a bar. You say yes and find yourself at a local hole in the wall, a place that definitely doesn't see new faces. Most of the patrons are as old as Ben would be if he'd aged. He looks so familiar to them, but they can't figure out where he's from. An old friend? An old co-worker? Regardless, they don't pay attention to the two of you. You and Ben start trying to out drink one another and though his tolerance is astronomically higher than yours, you keep up enough to impress him. You two probably go back to bed and keep drinking, sharing stories about your lives between sweaty sheets and shared sips of whatever booze he has lying around. It's not too official, but you both kind of think of it as a date.

Bonus! Annie asks you to go bowling with her. Like in the show, she plays it off like she's not very good until you point it out to her. That's when she starts kicking your ass. She's really embarrassed and worried that you'll think she's showing off or just trying to make you feel bad, but you love it. You love her strength. You love her showing off and almost breaking the pins with the ball. You get really awful bowling alley food and beers, and it's a really fun night despite all the drama that comes with being Starlight. It's the first time in a long time she's felt normal and safe and excited to be here, excited to be herself. You're not shy about asking for a second date, though you know you're risking a lot by wanting to be with her. She makes that known before anything else.

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fashionteahouse · 5 months ago

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Would you please write something really smutty where both Jared and Paul imprinted on swan!reader and the wolves and vamps are taking turns guarding the swan house and reader is really horny because Paul and Jared are too busy with everything so she decides to do ✨it✨ herself not knowing that paul and Jared are outside and they catch her and scold her that she just should've called them because they don't mind a quicky but now they'll take their time (as punishment lol)

Btw I love your work! Not many people write for the wolves at the moment 🥰

sure i can ! thanks so much for the compliment 💜 hope you enjoy :)

pyramids - paul and jared x reader

Outside of you three, it was quite strange for two wolves to imprint on one person. But now, it was a relief that you were safely guarded by two wolves. Especially at this present time.

Newborns were at an all time high and you being hurt was something that both Paul and Jared worked to avoid.

You gave your father a goodnight after Bella went to her room. You knew that she had someone waiting for her. An empty bedroom was waiting for you instead.

“No plans for tonight?”

You shake your head.

“Too tired.”

But it wasn’t true. Paul and Jared once again let you know that they’re going to be working through the night.

Lying on your back, your mind drifts on how it’s been so long. So long without touching them without quick goodbyes.

You missed the early days when they had some type of time to spend time with you, instead of seeing you for a bit before having to jet off.

You tried your best to not judge your sister and her vampire boyfriend, but times like this made you upset at the fact that their kind was keeping the two people you love, away from you.

Your mind also drifted to the intimate moments. The sexual frustration rose up like pyramids. They introduced you to a world where you thought you could never reach.

With a soft sigh, you turned to your side, burying into the blankets and pillow. Your mind didn’t stop and soon, you were pulsating with an itch that kept you awake.

Your hand slowly felt the outside of your underwear and they were damp. You slowly sat up and crept to the door.

You locked it, not wanting to get caught or busted.

Deep under the covers and with your eyes clothed, you brushed over the moist flesh that was between your legs. You thought of their faces if they were to see how right now.

They always looked like they had discovered a shimmery gem every time they looked down at your bareness. This thought alone excited you even more as you make tight but precise circles on the pearl that quivered with a need.

You worked hard to keep your voice to a minimum as your fingers were deep between your wet lips and they were soon dipping into the gateway of heaven.

Your fingers softly scraped the inside of your walls as you whispered both of their names. You wanted them so bad and it was unfair that you couldn’t get what you wanted. A shudder flowed through you but it wasn’t like when they did it. You needed more.

You slide your underwear all the way off and reach for a pillow. You positioned it right before riding it, trying to your best to keep your voice quiet and your hand firm on your mouth.

Your hips moved forward before you lay forward with your top risen up. It was like you were close, but not quite. You so badly wanted to feel their hands touching you so you whispered their names. Whining quietly at the fact that they’re not there. You focused hard as you gripped the pillow to keep it in the angle of your nub, desperation was seeping through you and you freeze.

Jared was slowly shutting the window as Paul couldn’t help but stare.

You turn over and sit with the pillow covering the front of you, sheepish at them catching you.

Paul takes steps forward and gently pulls on the pillow, “No use in hiding yourself.” He whispered with a smirk.

“I thought you two…I thought you two were patrolling tonight.” You whispered. “Cullen snuck Bella out of the house, which left us to patrol the Swan residence. Didn’t know you were being naughty tonight.” Jared says as he bends down to place a lingering kiss on your cheek.

You smile before wrapping your arms around him, you were so happy to see him.

“We were outside the entire time.”

Your smile faded at Paul’s words as you looked at him over Jared’s shoulder.

“So…You heard…Everything?”

“Everything.” Jared tells you. Your face drops in horror before breathy chuckles reach your ears.

You soon felt Jared’s hand rise up on your bare back, under your shirt and the goosebumps followed after his touch. He’s kissing you now, but he pulls away. It’s too quick. He doesn’t budge when you try to pull him towards you.

“Jared?” you whisper.

He looks down at you and he has that look, the one that excited you because he was looking at the bare sight.

“Why didn’t you just call us?”

“Didn’t think you two would abandon your duties to come and see me.” you say quietly.

“We don’t mind quickies.” Paul says and has a seat in the chair in your room, “Come here.”

Your stomach lurched and most of all, it felt like your womanhood was pulsating like a heartbeat. Your steps made the ache worse as Paul’s intense gaze made you feel very lustful.

“So, what are you going to do next time?” he asked quietly. He only use his large hand to feel outside of your braless shirt. The print of your poked out nipples were in his face as your hand cupped the nape of his neck.

“I will call the both of you.” you say shakily and lean forward but he moved his lips away and placed them near your collarbone.

You felt hands behind you. You hoped that Jared would finally rise his hands up from your stomach, but he never did. It was making you frustrated.

“Are you sure?” Jared bends a bit to whisper in your ear and you say a quiet but sure yes. You close your eyes as he takes your ear into his mouth.

Paul’s hands were firmly on the side of your thighs as you were straddling him, you move your hips against the bulge in his shorts as Jared continued to make out with your ear and neck.

You were excited that they were finally there, but it was like they were holding off. You lift your shirt. Paul’s hands don’t budge from the side of your thighs and you work your hips a little bit harder out of desperation.

“Touch me.” you whisper to him with a slight furrow of your eyebrows and he smiled a bit, “I am touching you.”

You take off the shirt. Jared lifts you out of Paul’s lap from behind. You’re bent over, your hands on Paul’s lap as Jared’s covered bulge is pressed against you from behind.

Paul leans forward only just a little and you notice you’re panting a bit. Jared ‘s hot hands were firmly on your hips, feeling your body up. You just wanted to kiss Paul but his lips were only centimeters away.

“Kiss me…Please?” You beg in a whisper.

He only tilted his head a bit but leans right back in the chair. You hit back a groan both from him not kissing you and Jared hands that were now gliding up your thighs and stomach, teasing around your center.

Your eyes were glued to what was in front of you, Paul reached in his shorts.

It was stiff and sprung up as the leaky head was staring right at you. You teach forward and his grunt of when you finally had him in your hands encouraged you further.

He was so warm and heavy as you twist a bit and stroke him, his eyes fell to a close.

Your legs started to shake as Jared finally felt the wetness in your center and you tried to focus on pleasuring Paul.

You push your hips back so he could dip his hands in to let his fingers scrape against your walls, but he only teased with light touches. It was killing you.

A begging whine left your lips and it wasn’t hushed. Jared pulled you back against him and muffled your mouth with his.

“Your dad will hear us.” he reminded you in a whisper.

“Let’s do a quickie then. You both are killing me, it’s not fair.” you whisper as you were breathless.

“Should’ve thought about that before deciding to take matters until your own hands.” Paul says.

Paul takes a hold of your hips and you walk backwards until you’re propped up in his lap. Your center rested against his thick member as Jared crouched a bit and you two slowly kiss.

You kept your lips on Jared’s but the sensation of Paul’s flesh rubbing against your sleekness with the mix of Jared’s hands caressing the front of you, was a lot. It felt like you were drowning in the both of them.

The hip movements speed up and you felt the slow climax creep up on you and you ached so badly. You’re out of Paul’s lap before you feel it.

You let out a quiet groan due to this. Jared lifts you up and your back is slightly draped over his shoulder and Paul lifts your legs and attached his mouth.

You have a hard time with keeping your volume down but you try your best. Paul had a tight hold of your legs as he ate at you and you couldn’t escape due to Jared’s grasp on your body.

Before the shatter climax that threatened to come, Paul’s mouth isn’t attached anymore. You wanted to cry.

Jared’s large hand holds the front of your very moist center. It was begging to be penetrated as it ached with such need.

“Please…I’m sorry….I won’t do it again.” you promised in a whiny whisper. You were on the verge of tears.

“You sure? You seem like you’ll do it again.” Paul teases.

“I won’t.” you whisper. You stand still as Jared kisses down your body slowly as he feels you up. You keep a hand on his shoulder as you look down at his open mouth kisses. You’re still, hoping that they wouldn’t cut your satisfaction short.

His tongue only did a quick swipe and you fist his hair. It didn’t matter, he’s still rising to a stand. He lifts you and you’re draped over him as he’s laying back on your bed. You kiss him like your life depended on it.

With your back arched, due to his savory touches, you slowly felt him enter you. A breathy moan is something he earns as his hands caress your up your back.

He’s still as he’s inside of you.

You try to be patient but his firm hands on your hips to keep you from bucking them. You break your kiss from him as you rest your forehead against him.

Your insides quickly squeezed him from how much you wanted friction. He started to move with a low groan, his hands caressing your backside, but he was able to control the speed this way.

The frustration was evident but not a care was given. He still went painfully slow as you pant and whine out of his name pathetically. He made it worse by circling the extra hole and you clutch onto him, both not caring about the skin breaking from the grip of your nails.

He stills again before you could reach the highest of your buildup climax.

You felt a set of hands cup your backside before a open mouth kiss was set on your neck.

Jared keeps you still as Paul slowly stuck a finger in the hole that wasn’t being filled. You gasp out as Jared continued to caress your body to relax you.

In and out, Paul slowly fingered you. You definitely wanted to move while Jared was inside of you but you couldn’t. Jared wouldn’t let you. You instead clenched him from inside from how much you wanted them both.

Before you could twitch into a satisfactory level, Paul stops.

Tears build up in your eyes as you whisper out a please. You didn’t recognize yourself from all of the begging.

Jared did one passionate stroke as he held you to him and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head.

Before you caught a fit from his one stroke, that’s when you felt the head of Paul’s flesh enter your other hole as you

Your brain felt like it was melted like a summer sun had blazed down on it.

All you did was repeat their names in a mindless whisper. You almost drooled. The two strokes of motion was slow and mind blowing.

The orgasm was intense, they finally let you came. That’s when they both moved faster. You moan out in glee, it was the dirtiest you’ve ever felt but you loved it. The most erotic you’ve felt. Most of all, Jared and Paul loved it the most.

You felt weak as another orgasm shook through your body. Jared hurried up and pulled you to his mouth because the loud and uncontrollable moan was daring to escape from your lips.

Paul pulls out slowly and pumped out his seed into your discarded top.

Jared had you on your back and thrusted into you with your legs open for him. He moved and circled his hips as he thrusted with power into you. The bed squeaked but not for long before you both moan out together and he pulls out. The underwear you pulled off earlier was holding his seed as he shuddered out his own orgasm.

You lie there, gasping for air. The stars were strong and you felt the aftershocks of the climax. You felt like you were on top of pyramids.

However, you were tired. They covered you, each taking turns of giving you a lengthy, tongue filled kiss before leaving out to finish patrolling the area. You were already asleep before they left your backyard.

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velvetydream · 1 year ago

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Summary: Eunhee was by now over three years old and a little darling, so how would San react to a little suprise? Pairing : Dad! San x Mom! Fem! Pregnant! Reader Word count : 3.4K Words Genre/Warning : Fluff, Angst if you squint - Reader is a bit nervous of Sans reaction, but Ateez helps her a/n : Decided to write this as a little warm up right now to continue Barista! Yunho and the Pirate Story!💜

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Clutching the small pen-like test in your hand, the two lines smiling brightly back at you. It's just been over a month since Eunhees third birthday and here you're sitting on the edge of the tube, holding the test in your hands. Tears rimmed your eyes. Were they from sadness? Not really, maybe a tinge of anxiety of Sans's reaction to a second pregnancy, but they were more like tears of happiness. San never mentioned any aversion to a second child, so you were happy about this.

Your hand softly rubbing over your stomach now, it's probably barely been a few weeks, but knowing you're carrying a child of San yet again, makes you feel nothing but warmth and happiness. Taking the test, you quickly rush into the bedroom, hiding the test somewhere in your things, so well that San nor Eunhee would ever find it, before joining your two favorite people in the living room again. San was lying on the floor, legs straight up into the air as he balanced Eunhee on his feet playing airplane. Her little giggles sound through the whole room and make you smile before she looks up and screeches upon seeing you. "Mommy!" Being let down carefully, she quickly runs over to you, hugging your legs tightly as she grins up to you.

"Having fun?" You ruffle her dark hair softly, bending down to pick her up and hold her on your hip, she has grown a lot recently. "Yeah! Daddy said we'll visit the uncles this weekend for dinner!" Her tiny arms are around your neck now to hold on for support as she tells you smiling. "Oh really? Then we'll have to make you look extra pretty hm? Want all of them swoon over how cute you are!" Softly poking her tummy now as she lets out giggles while kicking her feet now. Setting her down now she rushes over to San again who is sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching the endearing moment now.

"Are you two fine? I wanted to go out for a bit and get some chores done." Walking over to them, you crouch down placing a soft kiss on both of their cheeks. "Daddy got it all handled no worries!" San told you, he really was an amazing dad, he loved his little girl so much. After saying goodbye to them, you grab your purse and leave the apartment smiling with a plan.

The first stop is the printer shop, which takes on orders for personalized clothes. Entering you take a quick look around, before spotting the old man working there. "Good day!" You greet him, making him notice you and greet you back. "I need seven Shirts for man and one for a toddler, the big ones should have something along the lines of 'We'll be uncles again soon' and the little one 'I'll be a big sister soon'" You explain to the man, his eyes light up upon hearing your instructions, congratulating you. He said it would be done in around three days which was perfect timing, just done before the dinner with everyone.

Leaving the shop with a thank you, you make your way to the grocery store to cover up that your chores at hand were to get a few items there in case San asked you what you did.

Coming back home your eyes immediately catch San lying on the couch sleeping, with Eunhee on his chest also fast asleep. Putting the groceries you got away, before walking over to your little family, watching them for a few seconds. It was exciting how soon you'd be a little family of four.. five. Looking down at the cat moving around your feet now, slowly patting Byeols head. Scoping Eunhee up into your arms now, you softly wake up San. "Baby, let's go to bed, you got a schedule and need to sleep in a proper bed." After making sure San would go to bed, you bring Eunhee to her room. She just recently got it done, everyone of Ateez helped along, some put together the furniture, and others painted the walls. It was adorable how dear your little daughter was to everyone.

Laying her down now, you put the blanket over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Turning on her bed light now, before leaving the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Walking into your shared bedroom now, San was lying on his side waiting for you, typing away on his phone mindlessly. "She's sound asleep, I still left the door a bit open in case she has a nightmare again. I'm a bit worried she's been having them more often lately." You talk to him while getting changed, before laying down beside him, resting your head on his chest. "Don't worry it's normal, her brain is starting to understand and notice more things, it's normal for her to process more in her dreams and therefore get a few more nightmares, it'll settle down again baby." His hand was running through your hair mindlessly now, pressing a kiss to your temple, before closing his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

The next few days went by quickly, Eunhee though was getting a bit more restless, even sleeping in your and Sans's bed the last two nights. Waking up this Friday now you look down at her, noticing how there is a sheen layer of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks are pink. Laying your hand on her forehead now, she was burning up, oh my poor baby you thought. Getting up quietly, San was already gone for work. You quickly get a pair of new clothes, before making her a quick breakfast so she can take some fever medicine, taking along a bottle of water for her. Just as you were picking everything up, your poor baby started crying and calling for you. Rushing into the room, you place everything on the nightstand now before scoping her up in your arms, softly swaying her side to side a bit as her tiny body clutches herself to you.

"It's okay baby, mommy is here, mommy just got you some things that will make you feel better again soon.." Whispering soft words as her cries didn't seem to stop. Probably from feeling unwell and waking up alone. You wish San was here right now, speaking of the devil as your phone starts ringing, picking up and hold it to your ear. "Hello baby.." You greet him, still hushing your daughter as she slowly starts to calm down. "Is Eunhee crying? Is everything okay? Should I come home?" Worry seeped from his voice upon hearing his little princess cry so harshly. "No don't, I got this. She's running a little fever so I don't think she'll be able to come along tomorrow, I'll give her some medicine now and then rest with her." You explain to them, hearing Wooyoung cooe sadly in the background, you were probably on speaker right now. "Okay, if you need anything or need me to come home call me, I'll make it work!" He assures you before ending the call, Eunhees cries quieted down now.

"Let's get something in your tummy so you can take your medicine hm?" You helped her sit on the bed, before helping her eat, but she still insisted that she could eat alone. Giving the medicine to her now, you were glad she never put up a fight when it came to this, before handing her, her water bottle. "You'll feel better soon baby, just rest, do you want something from your room?" Patting her head softly she shakes her head and only points to the TV in your room. Turning it on, she immediately points to one of the new Wanteez episodes that recently came out making you smile turning it on for her. Byeol has settled down on her lap by now, as Eunhee munches on the fruits you brought her.

"Mommy will be in the kitchen yeah? I'll make some soup for you for later." She simply nods, too engrossed in the show watching her dad and uncles be silly. Standing up now, you get changed into some home attire before moving to the kitchen, writing one of your close friends to please pick up your order from the shop, as you won't be able to do it today with Eunhee having a fever. Getting started on the soup now, before moving on the cleaning a bit, checking up on Eunhee every now and then, she at some point falling asleep cuddling Byeol, before waking up again hungry and then continuing to watch the show.

At some point at noon, your friend brought your order, asking what it was as the old man didn't tell her, telling her she'd know soon and that it was a secret for now, before handing her a little thank you for helping you out. Hiding the bag now as San would soon be home and you didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

"Welcome home darling!" You shout from the bedroom, sitting beside Eunhee now as you two watch a Barbie movie, her eyes immediately moving to the opening door. "Daddy! You're home!" Moving to get up, she stumbles a bit before running up to her dad who picks her up, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "How is my baby doing hm? Feeling better?" She nodded, even though she was still feeling unwell, the fever down a little bit due to the medicine. "How about you and Daddy spend an amazing day tomorrow hm? I'll get those amazing little cakes for you from across the street." Sitting down with her on his lap, he leans against the headboard, the movie long forgotten as she nods. "Don't you wanna go to the dinner tomorrow?" Your eyes but his now as he shakes his head. "You took care of her the whole day, the first day is always the worst for a fever, I'll take over tomorrow and you go to the dinner, the boys will still be happy to see you," San explains making you nod and agree, this was actually perfect, that way you could give the boys their little presents first before planning to tell San.

So the next day came, you got ready for the dinner, before grabbing your purse and the bag with the shirts, saying goodbye to them before leaving for the restaurant.

"Y/N! We're here!" You hear Wooyoungs voice call out to you from one of the private rooms in the back, making you smile as you join them. "Hello everyone!" You greet the seven men, making them smile at you as you take a seat beside Jongho and Wooyoung. "How is Eunhee doing? San mentioned she had a fever? Poor thing.." Seonghwa asks you making you nod, telling them she was doing a bit better right now and how she was probably enjoying those little cakes right now San got them while you were still at home so Eunhee wouldn't be left unsupervised.

"So actually I'm rather glad San stayed at home today, that way I can give you guys this." Standing up now, you place the bag on the table before handing out the neatly wrapped shirts. Mingi and Yunho first as they had the biggest size, before continuing, instructing them to wait with opening till everyone had theirs. "Okay! I hope you guys will like this.. You can open now." Some were neatly opening the package like Seonghwa, while others ripped them open like Mingi and Wooyoung. Watching each boy look at the writing on the shirt now, mostly with big eyes, before Wooyoung springs up. "I'LL BE AN UNCLE AGAIN?!" His eyes were full of tears as he looked at you, nodding softly before being pulled into a tight hug. "Congrats dear, if you need any help from us tell us." Seonghwa was the next to speak up, hugging you tightly. Before Mingi approached you, being visibly excited about the news, softly jumping a little bit before hugging you tightly and even lifting you up slightly, making Jongho scream at him to be careful with you two. This made tears prick your eyes. "Jongho.." You softly whimper, laying your arms around the man, who seems to be unsure if he wants to accept but has no real choice, in the end, he places his arms around you carefully. Everyone else told you their congratulations and hugged you.

"So the plan is, I'd like all of you to wear these next Monday, I'll come around with Eunhee, she has her own shirt, before San arrives and that's how I want him to find out!" Everyone cheers now, liking the idea, looking over to Hongjoong now for his approval. "I like that idea, let's do it." He nods now, you were glad he was so supportive. The first time he was rather unsure of the pregnancy, of how the fans and society would react, but the moment he held Eunhee for the first time it was all over, he was absolutely smitten for the little girl like everyone else of them was.

"Do you hope for a boy or girl?" Yunho speaks up now looking over at you. "Honestly I don't care, I'd love him or her unconditionally either way." You smile softly, your hand rubbing over your still flat tummy, knowing fully well it will be bigger in a few months. The boys nod as they agreed, before the orders finally arrived, enjoying a nice meal with them, laughing and joking around.

It was a nice evening, the boys were talking a lot about how excited they were for the new baby, arguing over who would be the baby's favorite, as Eunhee's favorite uncles were by far Mingi and Yunho since her birth.

The evening soon ended, and they promised to keep quiet till the big reveal as you packed everything together and made your way home, hoping San was fine and that Eunhee was doing a bit better slowly. At home you peek inside the apartment, noticing the TV playing as you take your shoes off and make your way into the living room. "Baby, did daddy fall asleep?" You giggle quietly upon seeing Eunhee sit beside San and watch another Wanteez episode, Sans's arm around her as he was sleeping tightly. The little princess looks up as she hears your voice and nods to your question, as you crouch down in front of her. She probably wasn't tired yet from napping through the whole day, softly feeling her forehead now and sighing relieved feeling her fever down finally.

"Let's get you to bed hm? Did you have fun with Daddy today?" You pick her up, San waking up from the movement, blinking softly as he sits up and watches you carry Eunhee to her room, he luckily had changed her into her sleepwear already in case she was to fall asleep while watching the show. "Mhm.. Daddy showed me the new episode with the uncles.." Getting sleepy slowly, Eunhee rests her head on your shoulder as her arms hang loosely around your neck. "Oh wow, that must have been so exciting, we can watch more of that tomorrow. Let's sleep for now baby." Pressing a kiss to her forehead now as you enter her room, sitting down on her bed and laying her down, before pulling the blanket over her.

Leaving her room after taking one last look at her and joining San in the bedroom, watching him fight to stay awake waiting for you. "Sannie sleep if you're tired." Shaking his head, he mumbles a little tiredly watching you change out of your clothes and into one of his shirts to sleep, before laying down beside him. Opening your arms, he immediately scoots over, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head comes to rest on your chest, softly running your hands through his locks. He had recently dyed them red again, it suited him well.

Sunday went by rather quickly, Eunhee was better again, playing around with San and Byeol, helping you cook, and watching another Ateez show again.

So Monday came around, you got up quite early and got ready, making sure you packed Eunhees shirt and the pregnancy test, San looking at you confused still half asleep as you finished getting ready. "I'll visit Lotte World with Eunhee today, I promised her." Pressing a soft kiss to your husband's temple as he nods, a little bit sad he can't join due to work before you leave the room getting Eunhee ready now.

"Where are we going?" Eunhee looked at you curiously, her tiny arms holding onto your neck, her tiny legs kicking a little bit as you walked along the sidewalk in the direction of KQ. "We'll visit the uncles and prepare a little surprise for Daddy." Her eyes light up upon hearing that there will be a surprise for her daddy.. or because she'll see her uncles. Entering the elevator you press the floor of the practice room and let Eunhee stand on her own now, taking her hand as you lead her to the dance practice room. "Yuyu!!" Eunhees high voice screeches upon seeing the tall man, everyone turning to the two of you as Eunhee runs up to Yunho who immediately picks her up. "Hello little princess!" Yunho beams at her, he was always so sweet to her, often being the one to offer to watch her for a weekend or evening when you and San wanted to spend some romantic time.

"Eunhee darling come here for a second." Yunho sets her down again as you sit down on the floor, softly taking her hands when she reaches you. "What do you think about being a big sister hm? Would you like that?" She thinks for a second, looking at you nodding slowly. "If I stay Uncle Yuyu and Uncle Min's favorite!" She answers, making everyone laugh and Mingi cooe at her answer. "You'll always stay my favorite baby!" Mingi calls over, making you smile. "But yes.. I'd like to be a big sister!" She beams at you, making tears rim your eyes as you pull her into a hug, she has grown so much. "You'll soon be a big sis baby." You tell her, making her giggle and smile. Soon she was wearing her personalized shirt along with all of her uncles, Yunho holding the little girl in his arms right now.

"Okay, San should be here soon! I'll wait for him outside and then bring him inside!" Rushing outside the room, you close the door, looking around for your husband. After around ten minutes he finally arrived, looking at you confused. "Darling? I thought you and Eunhee were at Lotte? Where is she? Is she okay?" He looks around for his little princess worried now. "She is with the boys right now, you have to put this on though!" Holding up the blindfold now, he grows even more confused but lets you put it over his eyes. "I'm a bit scared, but I'll trust you." He tells you, taking your hand softly as you lead him into the room.

Taking one last deep breath, before taking off Sans's blindfold. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to get used to the lights, as he now looks at his fellow members and little princess, at first not noticing the shirts, but after ready them a few times his eyes grow wide as he now looks over to you, who was now holding the positive pregnancy test. "This isn't a joke, right? Are we getting another child? You're pregnant again?" His bag lying on the floor now as he looks at you with tears in his eyes and a big smile on his lips. "Yes, I wanted to surprise you." Your own tears in your eyes now, as San pulls you into a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around laughing. "I'll be a dad again!" He giggles as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. "I love you so much." Laying his forehead onto your forehead, before looking down he sees his little girl tug on his pants softly to be picked up. "Who will be the best big sister?! You will be Eunhee!" He smirks at her as he picks her up onto his hip.

Soon everyone joined the hug, San was beaming all over his face. You were glad that he was this happy and excited and how supportive everyone was. This would be a long 8 months again, but you cannot wait to soon hold the new addition to this already big family.

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rqsie63 · 6 months ago

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SO AMERICAN - Alex Albon.

🌟alex albon x female famous singer reader.

just alex and reader being (again) a pair of cuties who love each other so much.

face claim: olivia rodrigo 😌

warnings: one mention of panic attack, nothing more just pure fluff and humor.

a/n: olivia's grammy dress started it all 🤭, just wanted to do something cute for valentine's day 🩷 idk if it's that great but hope you enjoy it anyway 💙. english is not my first language etc etc.

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souryn: GUTS World Tour starts next weekend: AAAAAAAAAAA 💜💌🦋

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alex_albon: i need abu dhabi to happen real fast so i can come home to you and be anxious about the tour together

souryn: see ladies? get yourselves a boyfriend who will have a panic attack with you at the same time!! 💜

obsessedwithyn: got tickets for opening night babyyyy

sabrinacarpenter: so excited for you babygirl 🩷

imrebeccad: planning to drag carlos to the concert

souryn: excellent queenie

carlossainz55: ....okay?

ynalexchild: see you saturday queen

carmenmmundt: let's go reina!! ❤️

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alex_albon: so proud of you, love you souryn 💜.

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souryn: thank you for being there for me, i love you ❤️

username1: boyfriend of the year

georgerussell63: congrats souryn!!

souryn: thank you george💙

chloealbon: rockstar souryn

souryn: love you ❤️

carlossainz55: amazing show you superstar souryn

souryn: gracias carlitos ✨

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souryn: night one, a dream come true.

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alex_albon: please let the world know i choose that black outfit for you. i want to be recognised.

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username2: interesting picture choice

alexandrasaintmleux: you're amazing sweetheart 💜

obsessedwithyn: mother

ynalexchild: i have concert amnesia i need to relive it

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carmenmmundt: spectacular ✨

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souryn: grammys little post🖤✨ and we are back to the tour spam tomorrow!!

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alex_albon: that's a beautiful necklace

souryn: STOP IT

alexandrasaintmleux: twin... where have you been?

souryn: nobody knows me like you do!!

username3: oh!?

obsessedwithyn: next year with nominations ma'am

username4: that dress is to die for omg

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alex_albon: life when she has two weeks off before the start of the season 💙

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souryn: hello everyone it's been three days and we've been cuddling non stop because he doesn't let go please help me

alex_albon: why would you expose me like that

username5: she is so pretty oh alex can you fight

carlossainz55: finally no more ' i miss her i feel miserable' texts

alex_albon: blocked

francolapinto: it's expose alex day i guess 🤭

alex_albon: don't you dare

username6: cutie

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sournation: guts world tour you will always be famous !!!

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alex_albon: best show ever

username7: concert of my dreams

souryn: dream team, love you guys 💜✨

obsessedwithyn: my username but with both her and the show, absolutely stunning 😵‍💫

ynalexchild: queen

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souryn: don't mind alex, look at the pretty passenger princess

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username8: im looking respectfully

alex_albon: back off ✋

carmenmmundt: linda linda

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obsessedwithyn: cuties

ynalexchild: always so perfect both of you

username9: couple goals

username10: miss just one chance

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alex_albon: mid season with my favourite person 💙

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williamsracing: OUR favourite person 💙

username11: world touring and she still has time to go to the races?

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sournation: mom and dad?

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souryn: what do you mean we are wrapping next weekend....???????

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alex_albon: its been ten months sweetheart please come home, the cats miss you

souryn: only the cats miss me?, how dare you

alexandrasaintmleux: time flies when you are the best tour that ever exists

username13: don't you dare finish the tour

taylorswift: planning to be there for closing night ❤

sabrinacarpenter: should I make my way to the stage and kiss you

alex_albon: im sorry what

souryn: she's joking babe

sabrinacarpenter: haha sure

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alex_albon: that's a wrap for souryn, i love watching you doing what you love the most (besides me, i hope😚). congrats to the team and of course to you, i love you very much.

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souryn: im planning to give you my entire soul if you keep this shit up (please keep it up i love you❤)

username14: her face in the first picture...

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imrebeccad: so proud of you princess souryn!

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username15: the whole paddock supporting her I'm in tears

obsessedwithyn: im literally crying i want a guts tour 2.0

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souryn: age seven, random family gathering: I told everyone that one day I would travel around the world with my music. you guys just gave me the most important and surreal experience with the GUTS tour.

I'm still processing what my life looked and felt like these past ten months, thank you from the bottom of my heart. see you very soon 😉💜

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 8 months ago

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Miller's Christmas Tree Farm

Part One - Driving home for Christmas

Summary: Wanting a fresh start after your husband died, you and your nine year old Step Daughter Ellie move from San Francisco to Noel, a small town in Colorado where you, looking for a job are found by Tommy Miller, who offers you a place to stay and a new job at his family owned Christmas Tree Farm that is in dire need of some fresh ideas to make some money. There is only one problem, his brother Joel Miller, who, judging by the google reviews of the Christmas Tree farm, is an asshole. But you like a challenge. And Joel? Joel can only try to pretend to be grumpy for so long until he finally realises that you might just be what he needed.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Rating: G

Wordcount: 3.4k

Warnings: no outbreak AU, major Hallmark movie vibes, fluff, working through grief and heartbreak, character death, a lot of Christmas planning, a Husky called Edward (after Edward Cullen)

Co- written with @jennaispunk 💜

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“So you’ll start on Monday?” Tommy was looking at you with a bright smile.

You were new to town and looking for a new challenge.

Which apparently came in the form of Tommy Miller.

He had overheard you talking to the lady at the bakery that you were looking for a job, as he waited behind you in line.

And Tommy not only had a job but a place to stay. A small apartment on his brother's farm that would need some work, the kitchen having to be remodelled.

For you and your Step Daughter Ellie.

You needed a fresh start, having lost your husband, her dad, in an accident at the beginning of the year. An accident that almost took Ellie from you too, with her being in the car with him. This year had been the most difficult one of your life. Taking care of Ellie had become your sole focus, even more that it already had. The hospital stay, physical therapy and countless doctor appointments had taken its toll on you, physically and emotionally, but it had made you realise how much you’d come to love Ellie and what was really important.

It took months for her to get better and once she was she asked you if you could live somewhere where there’s snow.

Which led you to this tiny town in the middle of nowhere. Far away from the big city of San Francisco. You weren’t cut out for city life. You were like most small town kids, convinced that there was something better out there in the big city. You left for college with big dreams but those same dreams faded into a reality that was cold, harsh and nothing liked you’d envisioned. As the years flew by you found yourself longing for the quiet of a small town, like the one you grew up in, one where you really knew your neighbours and you could count on them if you needed a hand. You’re mother had been right all along.

Tommy did not give you any red flags. He let you ask as many questions as you wanted and after an hour you felt like you had known him all your life.

Sure, moving in with a him and a man you had not met yet on a farm outside of town could be a recipe for disaster. But continuing to pay for the hotel until you found a place to stay would end in bankruptcy for you so… you chose to trust Tommy.

And you were about 98% sure he and his brother weren’t axe murderers.

That all the people around you greeted Tommy with a warm smile was a plus too.

He and his brother were known all over town, he couldn’t be an axe murderer, right?

“I’m excited. Are you sure it’s going to be okay with your brother?” you asked and Tommy hummed, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Let Joel be my problem. We need help. The last two years worked somehow but we need… He needs a bit of fresh air. Even if he doesn’t see it this way yet. It also helps that he’s my brother and his only remaining family so…. Yeah. It's gonna be fine,” Tommy winked.

He also told you that you could just stay for a trial week or two and if you didn’t like it you could still get back to the hotel or he would personally help find you a new place to stay. When you asked him if his brother would be okay with a child staying in his home he assured you that he would be okay.

He might need a couple days to warm up to her and you, but he wasn’t a monster. He was just…. A grumpy asshole. His words, not yours.

“You sound awfully sure of yourself,” you chuckled, taking a sip from the tea he had ordered for you after inviting you to the cafe.

“Joel is…. All bite but no teeth. He’s… a little rough and… complicated but I think you can handle him. Plus deep down he’s a softie, but don’t tell him I said that.”

“You’ve known me for an hour, how would you know that I can handle him?” you asked with a laugh.

“I just do,” he shrugged, emptying his cup of coffee.

You huffed a laugh.

“All right. I’ll be there at 9 tomorrow after breakfast. I already have a few ideas. I mean, selling Christmas Trees? On a Farm? With this much snow? Sounds like a dream to be honest. I’m thinking snowman building competitions and a… snow maze…. Or something like that.”

“I think you’re just what we needed. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tommy smiled and got up from his seat. He got into his thick jacket, putting his hat and gloves on.

“Thank you for the tea. And… for the job and place to stay?” you smiled, standing up and taking his outstretched hand to shake it.

“Let’s see if you’ll be thanking me once you meet Joel,” he winked and you rolled your eyes.

“I will,” you smiled and he chuckled, nodding once before he turned around and left you to finish your tea.

Already plotting ideas in your mind, how to help Miller’s Christmas Trees out of the red numbers.

“Come on, get the damn ball,” Joel nodded towards the ball he had just thrown, Edward, his trusty Husky just stared at him in disinterest.

Sarah had named him, being in her Twilight phase before she… he took a deep breath, looking up at the sky. He remembered it like it was yesterday. They had been out in the woods, Sarah collecting pine cones. They were on their way back home when she changed the direction, having heard something.

And she did. A tiny husky puppy hiding against a tree.

Joel did not think it would survive the night, but once Sarah had put her mind to something….

Edward looked at Joel and looked as if he was sighing, making Joel roll his eyes.

“Stubborn dog,” Joel grumbled to himself, before he nodded towards the truck, making Edward get up slowly before he jumped up on the open hood. He closed the back and leaned against the truck, looking up into the darkening sky.

It smelled like snow.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Joel would never admit it, but he was scared this would be the last winter he spend here. On this farm where he had spent so much time of his life at.

He came here almost fifteen years ago when Sarah was born and his parents were still alive. It had been easier to have some help with a new born while his wife had left them without a word.

His father had made a name out of this farm.

Miller’s Christmas Trees.

And Joel had tried in the last years to keep it as best as he could but…. After his father and mother died and shortly after Sarah died…. Something inside of him died too.

At this point he didn’t even know how his life would look if he wasn’t here.

He heard his phone ring and he muttered to himself before he jumped into the truck, seeing Tommy’s name light up on his phone.

“Yes?” he barked.

“Hello sunshine. Come home. I made dinner,” his brother said.

“You sound like my wife,” Joel joked.

“Ha Ha. That would require you getting out to actually meet a woman. Get your ass here. I have…. News.”

“I don’t like your kind of news.”

“You are not going to like this one either.”

“Great,” Joel groaned and ended the call before he started the truck.

Joel knew something was up, but the longer he sat at the table, his favourite dish cooked by his brother Tommy sitting on the table, the more suspicious he got.

“So,” Tommy began, after he had sipped on his beer.

Joel only raised his left eyebrow.

“I hired someone to help us out at the farm. She’s starting on Monday and she’ll live with her daughter in the apartment on the other side of the house.“

Joel tilted his head at his brother, processing the words he just heard.

“And you did not think I should have a say in this?” Joel asked after a while, irritated.

“What would you have said?”

“No! Of course I would have said no you annoying little…” Joel’s fingers rubbed frustrated between his eyes, already feeling a headache approaching.

Tommy rolled his eyes as he watched his brother scowling at him.

“See? This is why I didn’t ask you. She just moved here from the city with her stepdaughter and is staying at the inn. She was looking for a job and we kind of had one.”

“We can not pay anyone. You know about this,” Joel stressed. Deep down he knew they needed… something to help get the farm back on track but he was out of ideas and more importantly, money.

“She agreed to work for a place to stay and food.”

Joel frowned.

“Why would someone do that?”

Tommy shrugged.

“Did you check at all who this woman is? Maybe she’s running from something or the police are searching for her.”

“Of course I ran a fucking check on her after I got back you idiot. Who do you think I am? She’s been living in San Francisco for the last ten years, married for six of those years. Husband died earlier this year in a car accident that almost killed her Step Daughter too,” Tommy said and Joel’s expression fell, his heart breaking for you.

“Joel. We need help. I don’t want this to be the last winter this place exists. And you’re not really…” Tommy searched for the right words “known to be the festive type anymore.”

“I put on Christmas lights last year,” Joel grumbled.

“I am not talking about the decoration, though this has to change too. We sell Christmas Trees, it should look more festive around here.I am talking about whatever your face is doing when you talk to people.”

Joel rolled his eyes.

“I am perfectly nice to people.”

Tommy laughed.

“In your own… way you might be but you don’t like people.”

“Who does?”

“People tend to notice it when you look like you want to murder them when they ask you if you could help chop down a tree.”

“They didn’t pay for it. And they didn’t want to pay for it either, what was I supposed to do? Work for free?”

“They were in their eighties, Joel! Be nice for a change! You do want to save this farm, don’t you? It’s what she have wanted. Sarah was happy here,” Tommy said.

„Don’t,“ Joel warned him and Tommy sighed.

Joel took a deep breath.

“Then at least listen to the woman. She not only has ideas for Christmas but all around the year. And she did some PR work back in San Francisco. So she should know what she’s doing.”

Tommy got up from his seat to grab another beer, getting one for Joel too.

“And try to at least be nice when she gets here. Maybe…. Tame whatever is going on with that beard and hair so you do not look like you live in the woods.”

“Fuck you, I am living in the woods,” Joel called after him, hearing Tommy laugh.

“Love you too, asshole.”

Practically abandoning your whole life and starting over in a tiny town where everyone seems to know everyone was not an easy decision, but it was looking more and more like the best decision you ever made.

You had been here for four weeks and you were already loving the small town life once again.

The baker already knew you by name, the barista always grabbed your favourite tea when you came in, the owner of the inn you were staying at, shared town gossip with you. Which was why you were excited to tell her that you got a job and a place to stay at Miller’s farm. You did not miss the surprised look on her face.

“You are gonna work at Joel’s?” she asked, seemingly in disbelief.

“I mean yes? He does not know about it yet, but Tommy assured me he will handle it.”

The inn owner, Donna, an elderly lady sighed. You were sitting with her in the big kitchen that was open for everyone who stayed at the inn to use, a mug of hot chocolate in front of you.

Ellie had went herself upstairs a little while ago, wanting to read. She had started school at the beginning of the week and already joined a book club. It made you feel better knowing that she was settling into this new life you were trying to build so far away from everything you both had known before.

“Tommy is a good man,” she said with a fond smile on her lips.

“What do you know about the farm? And the owner?”

She sighed.

“Ernesto, Joel’s father came to town almost 20 years ago. He came here from Texas. The farm had been abandoned for many years but he restored it. He was a good man, Ernesto Miller.”

“What happened? To the farm?”

“Ernesto died of cancer almost five years ago. I don’t think Joel ever really worked through his grief. He changed a lot in the last couple years. But he decided to stay and take over the farm. But… It’s not working.”

“Why do you think it’s not working?” you ask.

Donna chuckled.

“You haven’t met Joel yet,” she said and you shook your head.

“He changed a lot, can’t blame him. He came here almost fifteen years ago. Just him and his little one. Apparently his girl back in Texas wasn’t interested in being a mom so Joel grabbed his little girl and everything he owned and came here to raise his little girl”

You brought the mug of hot chocolate to your lips as you listened to her. If Joel had a kid, maybe Ellie would find a friend?

„In the last five years Joel’s father and mother died. And then his girl, little Sarah, got sick close after her twelfth birthday. She passed before her thirteenth,“ Donna said sadly and you felt your eyes water, thinking about the amount of loss the man, Joel had went through.

„If it wasn’t for Tommy I don’t know if Joel would still be around," she added quietly, before she took a deep breath.

„I don’t think I have seen Joel smile once since before the funeral. He comes in weekly to get some of the bread I bake. I used to own the local bakery before my daughter took over. I always pack him a sweet treat. He’s nice to me, but I heard a lot about him arguing with other shop owners. Only last week he almost got into a fight at home depot,“ she sighed.

“Grief can change you but he also sounds a bit like an asshole,” you mumbled and Donna chuckled.

“I will keep your room for you, if you like,” Donna said.

You shook your head.

“I dealt with assholes in my job all day. I can handle Joel Miller. And I need is a place I can settle down with Ellie in. She’s been through so much, she deserves to be happy.”

You did not tell her that the biggest asshole you had to deal with had been living in your apartment with you for six years, cheating on you in your bed with probably every intern his company ever had before he got into drunken accident, almost killing Ellie who was in the backseat with him.

You had been in a meeting with your divorce attorney, finally having decided to leave him and sue him for custody of Ellie when you got the call about the accident. You had never been as thankful as the moment you stepped into the hospital that you had adopted her a year before.

“I will be rooting for you,” Donna said, before she got up, squeezing your shoulder once. You watched her go.

Joel Miller seemed to be known all around town, which should be good for his business. But he seemed not to be the friendliest person. Something you could understand with the amount of shit he had to deal with in the past.

You felt a strange urge to help him and his family.

You sighed, emptying your mug before you put it in the dishwasher to make your way up to your room.

„Hi Ellie Bellie,“ you smiled as you unlocked the door, Ellie sitting in the armchair near the window, a book in her lap. She didn't look up as you entered, giving you just an acknowledged hum and you walked over to her, seeing her sketching into her notebook she had on top of the book, sketching the landscape in front of your window.

For a nine year old, she was incredibly talented.

„Ready to move tomorrow?“ You asked and she looked up at you.

„Do I get my own room?“ She asked and you smiled.

„According to Tommy we will get our own little apartment, so chances are high there’s a room for you,“ you winked and she nodded with a small smile. Her hair fell out of her messy ponytail, her hair finally long enough to put it back into one after the doctors had to cut of some of her hair after her injuries. Part of the back of her head had to be shaved in order for her to get surgery. It had been the longest four hours of your life, waiting for the doctor to tell you that she would be okay and survive.

„I like this town. It’s…. It’s quiet,“ she whispered and you leaned down, hugging her carefully.

„I like it here too.“

Once Ellie was asleep you packed her stuff together so you could be out of here first thing in the morning. It would be the weekend so she would not have to go to school tomorrow.

From what she told you she loved her first week in the new school and already had made some new friends. You hoped you would be able to invite them over to your new place once you had settled in.

Something you had to talk about with Tommy. And Joel.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little anxious to meet Joel Miller. You had spent a little time researching him and the farm after dinner, the reviews on google making it sound like he was an absolute nightmare to be around.

You just hoped his brother Tommy was right and Joel would see that he needed some help with the farm.

Your bags were already packed for the big first day tomorrow. Deciding to take one last bubble bath in the old bathtub you got out of your clothes, not knowing if your new place had one too. You sank into the hot water, sighing loudly as the heat seeps into your skin. This had to work, for you and for Ellie. This was the chance you needed to make a real life for the two of you, one where you could be finally be happy. You had some great ideas for the Christmas tree farm, you could make it into the thriving business that Joel and Tommy wanted it to be. Tommy seemed to have your back, you just had to win Joel over.

Which left you with nothing but anxious excitement for the days to come.

Meanwhile Joel was sitting on his porch on the other side of town, looking up at the night sky, the stars flickering in the far distance where he imagined his little girl watched over him.

He knew that whatever he was doing with the farm wasn’t working. He knew he needed help. And he knew he would never ever search or ask for help himself.

He was a big part of the problem and if he wanted to save this place, he needed some change. And maybe that change could be you.

So he decided to try to meet this woman with an open mind the next morning.

Not knowing meeting her would be the beginning of something that would change his life forever.

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We Can Do This Together

Poly!Feysand x Reader

We Can Do This (part 1) | We Can Fix This (part 2)

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Story Summary: As you near the end of your pregnancy, your doctor puts you on strict bed rest. Your doting partners make sure that you still get everything you want: your wedding, baby shower, and honeymoon.

Warnings: lots of pregnancy talk, labor (nothing graphic), light smut

Words: ~9.6k

Author's Note: AHHHHH I'm so excited to post this one!!! It is 100% fueled by how baby crazy I would be for Feysand, and also by just how damn CUTE it is (plus some unexpected spiciness, I did not plan on that lol). So enjoy it! I hope you all like this one.c I know I love it 🫶 p.s. this was supposed to be like... 3k long. This got uhhhhh a lil out of hand hehe 🤭 @icey--stars here's the extra part 💖

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Cold gel was smoothed over your massive bump as the doctor worked, one of your hands clutching at Feyre's as she did.

"Sorry, I know it's cold," Madja said as she got a better image, smiling softly down at you.

"It's okay..." you replied, craning your head to try and see the image. "Are they okay?"

Madja squinted at the screen for a moment, before raising a hand to the screen. "All three of the babies seem to be doing just fine, their heartbeats are strong and they're all doing well weight-wise. The main thing I'm concerned about-"

"Don't tell us the cord is wrapped around one of them or one of them doesn't have lungs or-" Rhys panicked, his eyes frantic as he looked at her. She fought back a smile, while you and Feyre both rolled your eyes.

"Neither of those are reality, Rhysand, I am simply worried about Y/N," Madja said with a pointed stare at you, her eyes serious. "Carrying three babies is no easy feat, especially with you still working and being 28 weeks along with triplets. And given that you came in after a fainting spell... I am recommending complete bed rest, and if you must leave the house, you need to be in a wheelchair whenever possible. And I'm going to prescribe some extra vitamins, just so we can keep the little girls inside as long as possible. Understood?" Madja asked you, and as much as you wanted to yell 'no' at the idea of bed rest... You wanted your babies healthier more.

"Okay..." you said poutily.

"We'll make sure she follows your orders, Madja," Feyre said, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

"Good! I'd also recommend massage to help with your circulation, the added benefit is that it will help with some of the aches and pains I'm sure you're feeling. Now, I'll go write those prescriptions, you three sit tight for another moment." Madja left the room, leaving you alone with your two fiancés.

You may not be able to get married in the traditional sense, but Feyre and Rhys had insisted upon a ceremony, as they wanted you to feel just as important in the relationship. You, of course, had agreed immediately, wanting nothing more than to be bound to the two in whatever way you could be. That, and the promise of a week long honeymoon of just the three of you would have been more than enough to convince you.

That had been before you discovered you were carrying triplets, though. You had to be the most fertile woman on the planet, to not only get pregnant after having sex with a condom, but for that to result in triplets. That exciting and terrifying appointment had been just a few weeks after you'd had that horrid haircut...

And now you certainly weren't getting your honeymoon, as it had been planned for three weeks from now, your wedding ceremony the day before you were to leave. With you on bed rest, their might not even be a ceremony at all...

Tears came to your eyes unbidden at the thought, and you tried to blink them away before either Feyre or Rhys saw them. But you were unsuccessful, only causing them to fall faster as disappointment swept over you.

"Oh, little love, what is it?" Rhys asked, one of his hands coming to cup your face and swipe away the tears with his thumb.

His gentle touch only spurred on more tears, a sob ripping through your chest. You covered your face with your hands, rubbing your palms into your eyes to try and stop the tears.

"Y/N, you need to tell us what's wrong so we can fix it, darling," Feyre said softly, her hand moving from your hand up to wrap around you, taking you into her arms as much as she could while you were on the exam table.

"I just- our- our wedding!" You cried, sobbing harder. "Our perfect honeymoon, and the ceremony and the baby shower!"

"Oh, love, we'll still have all of those," Rhys reassured you as he pried your hands off of your face. "The ceremony will be easy enough to do, you'll just need to sit as much as you can. We can do the baby shower at home, or even on the day of our wedding, and the honeymoon we can move to somewhere close by, a cottage by a lake, just the three of us, hmm?" Rhys asked as he cradled your face, keeping your eyes on him.

"See, little love? We can still have all of those things, you'll just be resting as much as possible. Okay?"

You stuck your lip out in a pout, which Rhys immediately caught between his thumb and forefinger.

"What do you say, baby? Will you let us take care of you?"

When he talked to you like that... Even with the hormones raging through you, you couldn't say no.

So you nodded your head.

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"I'm going crazy!" You complained from the couch as Feyre and Rhys bustled around the kitchen, delicious scents wafting over to where you had been banished to.

"You're not going crazy, Y/N, you're just bored!" Feyre called out. "Watch something or play a game, love!"

"But I'm tired of playing games and watching things," you whined, throwing the blanket off of your lap. Your bump made it harder and harder to get up without help, but you managed to push yourself off of the couch.

Over the past three weeks, you had moved into Rhys and Feyre's penthouse for good, your own personal effects now strewn across every room, and your clothes in their closet.

Getting to sleep with them every night had been heavenly, or as heavenly as sleeping at almost eight months pregnant with triplets could be. Their arms around you and soft touches helped lull you to sleep without fail, and waking up next to them and not leaving? Perfection.

The only problem? You'd been put on maternity leave at work! When you could very easily work from home on your laptop, but no. No. Your work had decided that you continuing to work with such a high risk pregnancy was a no-go, so now you were stuck in the loveliest apartment you had never been in, completely and totally bored.

You padded over to the kitchen, fluffy pink bunny slippers on your feet, this pair one that Feyre had gotten after you moved in. Your old slippers no longer fit your widened feet and ankles, and when you had cried over the fact, Feyre had run out and purchased three different pairs of slippers for you, all varying shades of adorable bunnies.

"What are you doing in here?" Rhys scolded, wrapping his arms around you when he turned around. "You're not supposed to be walking around, little love."

Feyre had turned around too, and both of their very mildly disappointed stares on you made you wish you hadn't gotten up. But still...

"I'm bored, I'm so tired of sitting on the couch or laying in bed," you whined into his chest, hands clutching at his shirt.

"There's only one more night that you're going to be this bored, darling, and that's tonight," Feyre said as she took the spot behind you, winding her arms around your middle and stroking your gigantic stomach.

"Because what's tomorrow?" She asked in your ear, sending a small shiver down your spine.

"Our wedding and baby shower," you answered, a big grin on your face as you thought about it.

"That's right, sweet girl," Feyre said, placing a kiss along your neck with every word. "Tomorrow we're getting married, and getting lots of cute gifts while we spend time with our friends, and then the day after?"

"The day after we're going to a lake cabin," you giggled, absolutely giddy at the idea. It wasn't the oceanside resort you had planned to go to, but it was nearly the same, just much closer. After all, the main thing you were excited for was spending every second of every day with your Feyre and your Rhys, celebrating the life you'd all started together eight months ago.

"That's right, Y/N, and you get us for one hundred and twenty uninterrupted hours," Rhys purred, sending a thrill to your core.

The one area you hadn't been bored in? Lovemaking. While Rhys had been too afraid to fuck you roughly, especially in the last three weeks, he and Feyre had made it their personal goal to find every other way there was to make you climax.

"Mm, and I can't wait," you said happily, craning your head to steal a kiss from him.

"Not fair," Feyre whined from behind you, even as she herself stole a kiss from Rhys. "I want one too." You twisted yourself in their arms, a grin on your face as you placed a kiss on Feyre's lips. "Good. Now that we've all gotten our smooches, you can go sit back down on the couch." You went to protest, but Feyre cut you off, "If you're a good girl and only walk when you have to tonight, you'll get a good night surprise from me."

A flush spread over your cheeks at the idea- Feyre's surprises were always the best. "I'll go sit down and be good, if you come with me. Let Rhys finish dinner."

"Hey, I want to come snuggle too," Rhys complained.

"But you're the better cook, Rhysie," Feyre said, already tugging you from his arms and over to the couch. "Besides, we need Y/N to eat soon, and if I stayed alone in the kitchen we'd have to order in!"

Rhys groaned but continued cooking, though you could tell he was doing it with a pout, even if you couldn't see it.

Feyre settled you into the couch, pulling your blue throw blanket that matched her eyes back onto your lap, but left your feet and lower legs uncovered.

"How have you ankles felt?" She asked as she settled down in front of you, grabbing the bottle of lotion that they kept nearby now.

"They've been fine," you said, a hint of a lie in your voice even as you tried to hide it. Feyre caught it, staring at you sternly. "Okay, fine, they've been sore and puffy..."

"That's what I thought, I think we need to start giving you massages twice a day now to keep your circulation going more," Feyre said gently as she started working the lotion into your skin, your head falling back onto the couch pillow. Feyre chuckled at your reaction. "Feel nice, baby?"

You managed to nod, but couldn't find it in yourself to speak. Before you'd been bored and restless, now you were just... tired. Calm. Especially with Feyre's hands on you.

You drifted off quickly, awoken by Rhys's deep laugh. "Did she fall asleep in the ten minutes it took me to finish dinner?"

"She did, I think she was just lonely," Feyre said gently, and you could still feel her hands massaging your ankles with such care.

"I was bored," you mumbled, still not fully awake.

Rhys laughed again, softer this time. "Of course you were, darling. Are you ready for dinner?" His hand stroked over your hair, his touch bringing you back to awareness.

"Dinner?" You asked sleepily, blinking to clear your eyes.

"That's right, dinner. You should eat something before you take your vitamins."

You made a face at the idea of vitamins, so many tiny little pills to swallow. But dinner...

"Dinner sounds good."

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Tears were pouring down your face as you stood in front of a floor length mirror, taking in how you looked.

"Oh, Y/N, don't cry! You look absolutely beautiful!" Emerie said, dabbing the tears off your face with a tissue.

"I know, I just-" you cried. "I just love them so much!"

"Oh, I know you do! Which is why you're getting married to them! So no more happy tears until you see them at the end of the aisle, hmm?"

You sniffled but nodded your head, doing your best to stop your tears as Emerie wiped the remaining ones from your already made up face. "Okay. I can try."

"Good. Now, does everything with your dress look right? And the veil? And your hair?"

You looked yourself over again, fighting back more tears- happy ones, thankfully, but tears nonetheless. Your soft, silk white dress had a Queen Anne neckline with cap sleeves and a flowing waistline that hung prettily over your bump, more flattering and pretty than you'd thought possible with how massive you were now. It met the floor, just barely dragging over it as you walked, and your feet were clad in comfortable ballet slippers, with an extra support stuffed inside that Feyre had insisted upon.

Your hair was lovely, having grown back out a bit, laying in soft curls and your bangs styled. Your veil was beautiful, attached to your head with a small tiara and flowing down to the backs of your knees, made of a delicate white lace.

"Everything is perfect," you breathed, fingering the necklace that Rhys and Feyre had gifted you four months ago, tiny starbursts of diamonds surrounding three square sapphires, one for each of your daughters.

Emerie smiled at you in the mirror, then began guiding you back to the couch against the wall of the dressing room. "Good, because you should be getting your cue to walk out any minute now!"

True enough, the moment after you sat down, Mor knocked on the dressing room door and opened it, peeking inside. "Oh good, you're ready, come along now!" She squealed, helping Emerie pull you back to your feet.

The two of them helped walk you to the double doors that separated you from your future. Emerie fluffed out the short train of your dress while Mor pulled the doors open, and the both of them stepped aside to let you pass through on your own.

The moment you saw them standing there, Rhys and Feyre, you thought you might faint.

Rhys looked fantastic in his fine black suit with silver stitching, his blue-black hair styled into the soft curls that you loved so much, a slight blush on his cheeks when he met your eyes across the hall, his signature smirk softened into something even lovelier. His dark purple tie brought a smile to your own lips, the dare that you and Feyre had made him take after teasing him about not only wearing black at the wedding.

And Feyre... Feyre took your breath away, her golden brown hair styled into pretty ringlets, her own veil carefully pinned onto the crown of her head. Her dress was beautiful, clinging to her curves before flowing out at her hips, with tiny spaghetti straps holding the bodice to her chest. A flush spread over her cheeks and chest when she looked at you, a smile taking up her whole face.

You finally remembered to start moving when Feyre wiggled her fingers at you, your face turning bright red as you slowly made your way down the aisle, giggling when you met Feyre and Rhys at the end, who both immediately wrapped an arm around you to help take the pressure off of your feet.

The ceremony flew by, with you hardly remembering a single word of what had been said, your mind more preoccupied with how loved and cherished the two people you were now bonded to made you feel.

Your first kiss married to the two of them was from Feyre, Rhys having muttered something like "Ladies first," to Feyre.

It was magical, getting to kiss your wife and husband, and Rhys had you giggling when he immediately scooped you into his arms, careful not to squish the babies. He carried you from the wedding hall to the attached reception hall, a large couch in the center of it with chairs, tables, and a few other, smaller couches set up as well. He gently set you onto the couch in the center before settling beside you, Feyre taking up the spot on your other side.

That was something he loved doing- literally sweeping you off of your feet whenever he had the chance, especially over the past three weeks. You didn't mind one bit, not when it meant snuggling into his chest while he carried you up a set of stairs, or being held the entire duration of the elevator ride when you could suck little marks on his neck, enjoying the pleasured hiss he would let out.

You let out a contented sigh as you leaned your head on Rhys, letting it sink in.

You're married.

Emerie quickly began taking charge of the festivities, ordering for the food to be set out and music to be played, even bossing Mor into dancing with her before they'd had a bite to eat.

Rhys had gone to get a plate for the three of you, coming back with it piled high with beef pot roast, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, and green beans- it had been your idea after seeing the fancy displays the caterer had made, your stomach rolling at the sight even though you knew it would taste just fine.

The babies had had a different, less logical idea.

So pot roast it was, the other dishes suggestions from Feyre and Rhys.

Rhys took great pride in feeding both you and Feyre, only taking his own bites when the two of you decided to steal the fork from him and feed him yourselves. Rhys would steal back the fork and continue feeding you as much as you could handle, rubbing your back as you chewed each bite. Which of course only spurred you on to eat more, wanting more of his soft smiles and gentle touch.

You could only eat so much, though, before you collapsed back against the couch cushions, rubbing at your tummy and delighting in the little kicks that your hands were met with.

They were happy too.

The ceremony had been small, no more than 30 people that the three of you had trusted to share this experience with. Your own family had declined to attend, which had stung at first, before you realized that you had a new family, one that would support you unconditionally.

And that was all that you needed, all that your babies needed.

After an hour or so, Emerie decided that it was time to open presents- likely sensing the inevitable lag in your energy that would happen sooner or later.

Presents were piled around the couch you and your spouses were sat on, far too many in your opinion. But truly? You were touched that people wanted to spoil your babies so thoroughly, when they hadn't even arrived yet.

The combined wedding reception and baby shower went by quickly at first, but your energy began to lag after the second hour, your head resting against Feyre's shoulder between presents. After a while you stopped opening them, preferring to react sleepily while your partners tore apart wrapping paper and peeked into bags.

So many baby clothes, all of the outfits coming in three matching sets and each one getting you closer and closer to tears as you thought about your babies snuggled up in cute onesies, or in the little fox outfits that Lucien and Elain had gifted you.

You gained a small second wind after the cake was cut, strawberry with a lemon filling a pretty strawberry icing, your favorite since you had grown pregnant.

Feyre and Rhys had both offered you the first bite, which had made you laugh, both of them waving forks in front of your face to try and sway you to choose theirs. Instead, you directed Rhys's fork to Feyre, and Feyre's to Rhys, only taking a bite from each of them after they'd had their own.

Soon enough, though, you were out of energy again, dozing off against Rhys's shoulder while Feyre went to the restroom. He had you sit up for a moment which had made you grumble, before pulling you back against him after draping his suit jacket over your arms and back.

"Thank you, husband," you murmured against him.

"You're welcome, sweet wife," he cooed, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

The clicking of heels just barely alerted you to Feyre's presence before she spoke. "Awe, is she all tuckered out?"

Rhys chuckled quietly. "I think so, darling. Should we get her home?"

You mumbled against his chest.

"What was that?"

You sighed but moved your face away from him a bit. "We haven't danced yet," you whined.

"Oh, love, I don't know if-"

"Madja said I could dance to one song, maybe two if I rest for a bit between them. Please?" You begged, using your best puppy dog eyes on the two of them.

Feyre sighed, but you knew she was going to give in. "Alright, since Madja said it was okay. But if you get tired you need to tell us, yeah?"

You nodded. "Of course, my pretty wifey," you said, and shrugged off Rhys's jacket. Feyre's blush was delightful, and you let her and Rhys help you stand, immediately clinging to her once you were. "I really just want to sway with you..."

"We can sway," Feyre said, wrapping her arms around you.

"Can I join or are we doing separate dances?" Rhys asked cheekily from behind you, already winding his arms around both of you, sandwiching you between them.

Just how you loved to be.

"Dances together, of course," you insisted, squeezing one of his hands. "Everything together, I think." You rested your head on Feyre's shoulder, smiling when you heard the sound of their lips meeting.

This was right where you needed to be, for the rest of time.

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The party had wound down early, with you falling asleep on Feyre's shoulder while she and Rhys talked to their close friends, their conversations garnering the occasional sleepy giggle from you when you managed to pay attention long enough.

Mostly, it was Cassian and Mor teasing Rhys about having two wives that were far prettier than he would ever be, and Rhys adamantly agreeing with it, to which Cassian and Mor would reiterate how he is not the prettiest person in his relationship. They were obviously trying to rile him up, but it seemed Rhys's overwhelming love for how you and Feyre look overrode any need of his to proclaim himself the most gorgeous person in the room.

It was only once you had drooled the tiniest bit on Feyre's shoulder that your husband and wife declared the festivities over, at least for the three of you. Rhys had scooped you into his arms once more, this time carrying you to the town car waiting to take the three of you home.

You dozed between the two of them on the way home, feeling safe and content. The drive was short, no more than ten minutes, but by the time you arrived, you were more than ready to stay in the car and sleep there until the morning.

Thankfully for you, Rhys pulled you gently into his arms and carried you all the way up to the penthouse, Feyre opening and closing the doors. You blinked yourself awake when you felt your dress being unzipped and tugged from your body, watching Feyre put it on a hanger and store it in the closet before Rhys helped her remove her own dress.

You sighed dreamily at the sight of her, clad in white lace lingerie like the perfect, pretty present that she was.

"Like what you see, darling?" She asked teasingly as she undressed Rhys slowly, grinning when she saw your eyes catch on his muscled torso.

"Mmhm," you hummed. "Come over here and I'll show you just ho-" the rest of your sentence was cut off by a wide yawn, drawing a chuckle from Rhys.

"I think you can wait to show her until tomorrow, little love," Rhys said, crossing the room once he was down to his boxers.

Also purple, like his tie.

"But I want to-"

"I would much rather help you take a bath, darling," Feyre said softly, already taking both of your hands in hers to help you up. "We can celebrate tomorrow, when we're all feeling refreshed and at the cabin. Doesn't that sound nice?"

You pouted at her for a half a second before giving in- after all, a bath did sound heavenly right now...

"Okay, as long as both of you take one with me."

"We wouldn't dream of doing it any other way, love," Rhys murmured in your ear, picking you up a moment later. "Now let's get us all warm and clean and cozy."

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You woke tangled in the blankets the next morning, somehow having stolen nearly the entirety of it from your wife and husband, leaving them curled up close to you, half covered.

Not a bad view, you thought to yourself, drinking in the way the sunlight hit their skin, the curves of their bodies.

But still, the thought that had woken you needed to be tended to.

Though getting out of bed without waking either Rhys or Feyre... Would be tricky, seeing as you were nestled between them, their arms looped over you.

You started with Rhys first, he was always a bit of a heavier sleeper than Feyre. His arm was carefully placed over his side, though it immediately started creeping forward in its search for warmth.

The moment you moved Feyre's arm though, her eyes fluttered open, gorgeous blue meeting your own. The sleepy smile she gave you made you wish you had a camera in your hands, it was so soft and cute and sweet... Just like her.

You couldn't help it, you leaned forward to steal a sweet kiss from her, which she gladly gave, her arm tightening around your middle, pressing your bump to her tummy.

"Why are you up so early, love?" She whispered. "Did you need the bathroom?"

Well... "Yes, but I need to do something in the nursery too..."

Feyre's eyes narrowed briefly, likely having guessed what you wanted to do after relieving yourself.

"Okay, let's get you up, sweetheart," she whispered, getting out of bed herself before helping you swing your legs over the side, then pulling you to your feet. Her eyes lingered over your exposed bump and breasts, and you could sense that she was resisting pinching you somewhere.

Once you had used the bathroom, Feyre helped you get dressed in a comfortable lilac wrap dress and your purple bunny slippers before getting dressed herself. She slipped on a pair of light blue jean shorts with a forest green tshirt, looking even lovelier than ever.

Of course, that's what you thought every time you saw her, but it was still true.

"Let's get you to the nursery, love," Feyre said softly, letting one of your arms wrap around her while she did the same, helping support you as you walked the short distance to the nursery, only a door down from the master bedroom.

Inside of the pastel pink nursery, three cribs had already been set up, little mobiles dangling over them. There were already three pastel dressers that had been half filled with tiny baby clothes, carefully arranged by you into age groups, and three matching changing tables lined up against one wall, already stocked with all you would need to change the babies.

There was also a large couch against the back wall, a nursing chair positioned next to it in the corner. Both were heavenly to sit in, and remembering how long it had taken you to pick them out made you smile. Feyre and Rhys had been insistent on you getting only the most comfortable furniture for you, as you would be the one using them the most while breastfeeding.

In the middle of the room, covering most of the area rug with little animals on it, were the gifts from yesterday. None of them had been put away- good, you thought. You would only have arranged them all over again by yourself, needing them to be organized just how you liked.

Nesting, as it turned out, was very much you being overly needy about how things looked in the bedroom and nursery, but especially the nursery.

"I'll go make us some tea and be back in a few moments, alright love?" Feyre asked, waving a hand in front of your face when you didn't respond, only stared at the large pile. "Sit down, Y/N, I'll be back in a minute to help you sort it all out, don't worry."

She left the room, and you could hear how quickly she moved down the hallway. Maybe she was anxious about leaving you alone...

You sighed and sat down on the floor on your knees, not sure how better to position yourself. Picking through the pile, you started to sort the clothes out into their different age ranges, starting from newborn and going up to two years.

It was only five minutes later when Feyre returned, a tray with a pot of tea and three cups resting on it in her hands. "What are you doing on the floor?"

You blinked at her for a moment. "Uh... Sitting?"

"I can see that, silly, I meant for you to sit on the couch!" Feyre tsked, setting down the tray and holding her hands out for you to take. "Come on, little love, it's not good for you to be sitting like that."

You sighed and scrunched your face, but took Feyre's hands and let her help you onto the couch.

"Don't worry, I'll help you sort everything out exactly how you want. Now... How were you organizing this?" Feyre asked, kneeling in front of the pile.

"Well..."

It was maybe an hour later when you and Feyre had finished sorting all of the clothing that Rhys burst through the nursery door, a panicked look on his face.

"Are you okay? Are the babies okay?" He asked frantically, already by your side, assessing you with his hands and eyes.

You slapped his hands away gently when he tried to take your pulse, giggling at his antics. "I am just fine, darling. Are you okay?"

Rhys let out a breath of relief. "Of course, I was just worried when I woke up and both of you were gone..."

Feyre laughed and wrapped her arms around Rhys's shoulders. "You're such a mother hen, Rhysie. We just wanted you to sleep in a little bit, and Y/N wanted to organize all the new baby clothes we were given yesterday," she explained, rolling her eyes over his shoulder at you.

"I'm no mother hen, if anyone is a mother hen, then it's you, my dear Feyre."

"Oh, that's bull and you know it Rhys. You barely let Y/N take a step these days!"

It was Rhys's turn to roll his eyes. "Like you wouldn't also be carrying her everywhere if you could?" Feyre was silent, looking away with a smile growing on her face. "That's what I thought, darling. Now, if all the clothes are sorted, I thought we could get on the road soon," Rhys suggested, smiling when he saw your eyes light up.

"Yes, let's hit the road!" You exclaimed, and started to push yourself off the couch. Rhys and Feyre chuckled at your enthusiasm and helped you up, the three of you heading into the bedroom together.

"I think we have everything packed already, besides the blankets and pillows," Rhys said as he pulled the four duffel bags he had packed two days ago onto the bed, three stuffed full of the clothing you would be needing for the next five days, the other stuffed with toiletries, your vitamins, books, and a couple of canvases for Feyre. She would also be bringing her travel easel, packed tightly with the brushes and paints she would need to paint you in the water, as she had declared she would be doing.

And, of course, the go bag. Stuffed full of anything you would need should you go into labor, it was a must to take with you. It had the first onesies you wanted the babies to wear, lilac with a customized saying on it: 'Mommy's and Daddy's and Mommy's girl'.

You had cried when you opened them, a surprise from Feyre and Rhys two months ago.

Also inside was a Polaroid camera, a digital camera, a film camera - you wanted everything documented, and you wanted it done right... though, not the birth... That could stay off film for good.

"Is there anything else you can think of?" Feyre asked you, her pretty eyes distracting you from the question.

"Uhm... No?" You answered, your mind not coming up with anything.

"Then I do believe that we are ready to go!" Feyre said cheerily, guiding you to sit down on the bed so that she could change your shoes.

"I'll take the bags down, do not let her leave the apartment until I come back up," Rhys demanded, fixing you with a stern eye. You blushed but nodded, not wanting a repeat of your fainting spell three weeks ago.

Less than ten minutes later you were bundled into the car, your favorite pillow clutched in your lap, along with Feyre's hands. She played with your fingers the whole car ride, even when she was kissing you.

Which was nearly the entire time, both of you deciding that you didn't really need air anyways to live, you'd much rather breathe each other in.

You could hear Rhys's longing, quiet groans whenever he glanced at the two of you in the rear view mirror, and whenever you looked at him he had a slight flush to his face and neck, which only made both of you more enthusiastic.

"Oh mother, you two will be the death of me," Rhys grumbled, and you saw his right hand lower to his lap and heard the rustle of fabric.

"Hey, hands on the wheel, Rhysie," you said between kisses, tilting your neck to give Feyre access.

"Easier said than done..." He sighed, but moved his hand back to the steering wheel.

"You'll get your turn once we arrive, don't you worry husband," Feyre said against your skin, sending a shudder through you.

By the time you arrived you were a needy wreck, putty in Feyre's capable hands where they had slid below your dress, playing with your breasts.

"Alright, girls, my turn," Rhys growled as he pulled you from the car, entering the cottage once Feyre had unlocked the door and making a beeline for the bedroom. He set you down carefully, so gently that it brought tears to your eyes. "None of that sweet love, unless it's from too much pleasure," Rhys said quietly against the skin of your neck, just below your ear.

Feyre dipped onto the bed a moment later, her hand sneakily undoing the tie of your dress, which fell open easily, baring you to both of them.

"Too much pleasure? I think she can handle it," Feyre purred, her hand already snaking down your tummy and to your cunt, chuckling lowly when she felt the wetness that she'd created. "Don't you, sweet girl?"

You nodded your agreement, mouth falling slightly open when she dipped a finger inside of you.

Oh yes. You could handle this.

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An hour of their hands exploring every inch of you and another hour peacefully dozing in their embrace later, and Rhys was disentangling himself from the pile of limbs the three of you had made.

"Where are you going?" Feyre asked sleepily from your left, her breath warm against your chest.

"I'm going to go get food for our time here," Rhys replied, and you hear the shuffle of fabrics and jingle of his belt.

"I wanna go," you yawned, stretching your legs out and sighing at how lovely it felt.

Rhys kneeled on the mattress and over you, a thumb stroking over your cheek prompting your eyes to open. "If you go to the store, you know you have to be in a wheelchair the whole time, right darling?"

You scrunched your face up for a second. You hated using the wheelchair. But...

"I want to pick out snacks and drinks," you insisted, raising your own hand to cup his face. "You're so preeetty."

Rhys smiled, a toothy, adorable thing. "Okay, okay, so long as you stay in the wheelchair you can come shopping. I take it you'll want to come as well, Fey?"

"Of course, I'm not going to be left alone here while my wife and husband go shopping," Feyre said cheerily, already pulling herself into a sitting position. Rhys helped you do the same, and then to stand.

You all finished getting redressed before Rhys scooped you into his arms again and depositing you gently into the backseat, even buckling you up and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The trip into the lakeside town was short, no more than ten minutes, and you were relieved to see it had a small hospital, just as Rhys and Feyre had reassured you.

The local grocery store was cute and fairly large, and hopefully housing all of the items that you were hoping to get. You were wheeled inside, your cheeks flaming red as you saw people stare at your large baby bump and the two gorgeous people with you.

You never had liked being stared at... Unless it was Feyre and Rhys doing the staring.

Feyre pushed a cart while Rhys pushed you along, all of you picking out ingredients for dinner, breakfast, and the occasional snack, that was until you reached the candy aisle.

Recently you'd been craving chocolate- chocolate bars, chocolate cookies, chocolate covered fruit, chocolate anything.

And today was no different.

"Okay, Y/N, you can pick out five different candies if you'd like, and we'll all share them," Feyre said, obviously having noticed how your eyes were flitting over the choices.

"Five? Really?" You asked, surprised. One item a day, even if you were sharing, seemed like a lot.

"Yes, five," Feyre chuckled. "You don't have to pick out that many if you don't want to, but I thought since it's our honeymoon and all, that you could have some extra sweetness to go with you... extra sweetness," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at the last two words.

You only flushed further, though this time was from anticipation. Still, you made yourself take your time to pick out your items, not wanting to regret not choosing something later when the cravings struck.

With everything picked out, Feyre went to the cash register while Rhys took you back to the car, gently lifting you inside and buckling you in once more, this time with a heated kiss press to your lips.

You were breathless when he pulled away, your heart fluttering. "I love you," you whispered against his lips, smiling widely when he said the words back to you.

Feyre returned a moment later with the groceries, and once everything was unloaded and they were both buckled in, you were headed back to the cottage.

Rhys carried you inside once again, this time sitting you on the couch that faced a window, overlooking the lake that was right there.

"Can we go swimming soon?" You asked once both of them were seated beside you, groceries put away.

"Of course, love," Feyre said as she nuzzled into your shoulder.

"After you've eaten something, and rested for a bit," Rhys added, already up from the couch in search of something for you to have for lunch.

"Mother hen," you muttered, drawing a laugh from Feyre.

"I told him so," she giggled into your shoulder.

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Swimming had been lovely, the three of you floating in the shallow end- or rather, you floating in the shallow end as Rhys and Feyre fought with tiny squirt guns while keeping a close eye on you.

After a bit they had called on you to play referee, but you kept forgetting how many points they had and eventually called it a tie, with the winners both receiving big smooches from you.

Rhys had insisted upon carrying you out of the water and back into the cottage without even drying off, leaving a trail of water behind you as he carried you to the bedroom and into the massive bathroom, taken up by a bathing pool that could easily fit five people.

He stripped both of you out of your bathing suits and lowered you into the water, grinning when you let out a pleased sigh at the warmth. He shifted so he was behind you, your back resting against his chest and sat between his legs, his hands stroking over your belly as the babies kicked softly.

Feyre came in a moment later, clad in only a towel, though not for long. She joined you in the tub, settling in to the right of you after pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

The water was warm, but not so warm that you couldn't soak with them for a while. You were already drifting off in Rhys's embrace, the warmth of the water and excitement from the day tugging you into the place between sleep and awareness, drifting through it as you felt Feyre and Rhys's soft hands, heard them kissing above you.

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The next morning you had demanded to go swimming after breakfast, not caring that the water was still somewhat cool in the morning sun.

Feyre had decided that she very much cared, choosing to stay on the patio and paint you swimming.

Rhys was happy to swim, and even happier to have you float in his arms as he slowly tugged you through the water, completely relaxed in his hold.

Eventually, though, your skin was pruned and your stomach grumbling for a snack, and Rhys had to drag you out of the water, a pout on your face while he carried you to the patio.

"You can go back in after you've let your stomach rest a bit, love," Feyre reassured you as she patted you dry with a towel, then tied your swim dress around you.

"I know..." You pouted. "Will you join us next time?"

Feyre glanced over at her easel, a half finished painting still on it. "I suppose the rest of the painting can wait until tomorrow, if you'll be swimming then too?"

You nodded vigorously. "Oh, I plan to swim as much as I can while we're here. Once the babies come, it'll be even harder to find the time, and I think they really like it when I'm swimming," you smiled, rubbing a hand over your tummy, a small kick being enough to convince you that you were right.

Feyre placed her hand over yours, smiling when she also felt a kick, this one stronger, like she was showing off for her second mom.

"Well, let's go get you lunch then, so we can get you back in the water," Feyre said, leading you back into the cottage and to the dining table.

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When you had finished swimming that evening, Rhys and Feyre both helped you bathe again- which really meant that they washed you twice, both of them running their hands over every inch of skin, with Feyre's fingers dipping between your thighs, Rhys's mouth swallowing your cries when you came under her touch.

You watched them bathe each other, which was somehow more erotic than doing it yourself, your own hands reaching up to cup your breasts while you stared at them hungrily.

You were fixed with identical feline smirks after you let a gasp slip loose, the look in their eyes promising you nothing but trouble.

"Does our sweet girl like watching us?" Feyre crooned as she kneeled over you, your gaze locked on hers.

"Mhmm..." You nodded, biting your lip, a question on the tip of your tongue. "Would.. Rhys?"

"Yes, darling?" Rhys asked lowly from behind Feyre.

"Would you..." You blushed heavily even at the thought. "Would you fuck Feyre? Hard," you said. "I... I want to watch you fuck her until she screams," you whispered, your blush intensifying under their gazes.

"Are you asking me to fuck my pretty wife while my other pretty wife watches?" Rhys asked teasingly, and you nodded. "What do you say, Feyre?" He asked her, pulling her hair aside and kissing along the expanse of her neck.

"Mm, I say yes- as long as I get to eat Y/N's sweet cunt while you do," Feyre said, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looked you over.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," Rhys said lowly. "I do think it requires a change of scenery, though."

A moment later Rhys had hoisted a squealing Feyre over his shoulder, and you heard the bounce of a mattress as he deposited her on it, only moments later returning for you, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Once Feyre is done eating you, it'll be my turn, little love," he whispered in your ear as he brought you into the bedroom. Your eyes caught on Feyre, already on her knees and forearms on the bed.

You giggled with anticipation, more than ready for whatever the night would bring the three of you.

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The next morning, you were awoken by a dull ache in your abdomen. You tried to disentangle yourself from Rhys and Feyre's arms, but they both stirred awake before you made much progress.

"Bathroom?" Rhys asked sleepily in your ear, his hand rubbing over your stomach in a soothing pattern.

"Mm... I think so," you whispered, wiggling your hips against him, delighting in the soft moan he let out.

"Wicked girl... Come on, let's get you up."

You relieved yourself quickly and exited the bathroom, finding Rhys and Feyre sitting in bed together, both yawning.

"I'm sorry I woke you up..." you said quietly, padding back to the bed and plopping yourself back down between them.

"Oh, nonsense Y/N," Feyre said softly, carding her fingers through your hair. "Don't ever feel bad about waking us up. Especially when you come back to bed for snuggles."

You hummed in agreement, but winced when another pain went through you.

"Are you okay, love?" Rhys asked, pressing a hand to your forehead.

"Mhm, just... a little pain happening."

Feyre frowned above you. "Pain? Where?"

Your expression matched her own as you placed your hand over your lower abdomen, at the bottom of your baby bump. "And a little in my back, too," you said, just before you realized.

Oh shit.

"I'm going into labor," you said, fear creeping over you.

"You're going into labor!" Both Rhys and Feyre exclaimed at the same time you spoke, all three of you exchanging looks before you all laughed for a moment, until it sunk in.

"Oh fuck, you're going into labor!" Rhys yelled, jumping up from the bed. "Quick, we need to get dressed and get the go bag and get in the car!"

You and Feyre shared a look, both of you still on the bed.

"Uhm... Rhys?" You asked, watching as he flew around the room, picking out a dress for you and Feyre and grabbing his own clothes, throwing them on quickly.

He paused for a moment, looking over to see the two of you, still relatively calm. "What? Why aren't you moving? Get up, get up!"

Feyre laughed from beside you. "Rhysie, she's not having contractions very close together, and her water hasn't broken yet. We don't have to rush quite so much."

He blinked at her for a moment, considering her words. "Nope, nope, get dressed. I'll make us some breakfast and pack everything up, but after that, it's the hospital for all of us!" Rhys exclaimed, breezing out of the room with his shirt unbuttoned and belt unbuckled.

You and Feyre shared a laugh together, muttering about him being a mother hen to each other, but you could tell that Feyre was nervous. Not that you weren't.

After all... You could very well be pushing three little humans out of you today, and if not today, then tomorrow.

Talk about scary...

Feyre helped dress you, the soft pink wrap dress that Rhys picked out comfortable and loose against your skin, soft slippers secured on your feet.

When you entered the main room, Rhys was already in a flurry of activity, switching between stirring the oatmeal he was cooking on the stove and packing up whatever he could get his hands on.

Feyre made sure you were sat at the table before disappearing into the bedroom, likely packing up all of your clothing and possessions to keep Rhys from having a heart attack at how much there was to do, and how little time he thought he had.

"I've already called Madja, she's going to meet us at the hospital in town in no more than two hours," Rhys informed you as he set a bowl of oatmeal in front of you. "How are you feeling? Any more contractions?" He asked with a gentle hand on your cheek.

"I'm doing fine so far, Rhysie. No more contractions yet."

"Good. Good," Rhys said, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. "Eat up, little love." He started to leave the table, but you caught your hand around his wrist.

"Wait," you pleaded. "Eat with me? Please?"

Rhys's expression softened at your tone, some of his panic ebbing away. "Of course, Y/N. I'll go get Feyre, and we can all eat together."

You smiled brightly at him, pleased that you would have one last meal as a family of three, rather than a family of six.

It was peaceful, once you had gotten both Rhys and Feyre to sit down and eat, both of them keeping a soothing hand on some part of you at all times.

The babies were kicking like crazy, obviously sensing that their time inside you was coming to an end, and seeming very excited to meet the world.

The calm ended once your face pinched with another contraction, though, Rhys immediately springing up to get the dishes washed and finish packing the rest of your things and lugging them out to the car.

Feyre sat with you while he bustled about, her hand resting over yours on your stomach while she talked about everything and nothing to distract you.

But soon Rhys had hoisted you into his arms once again and strapped you into the backseat, a sweet kiss pressed to your temple before he shut the door.

Feyre buckled in beside you, and you rested your head on her shoulder during the drive, soaking in the love she was giving you as she held you and stroked your hair.

By the time you reached the hospital, the contractions were coming closer together and lasting longer, a sure sign that you were nearing full-on labor.

Rhys settled you into a wheelchair before quickly leaving to park the car, promising that he would bring the go bag and for you and Feyre to head inside.

You and Feyre did just that, Feyre pushing you in to the front desk.

"Hello, what can I help you with?" The nurse asked, her eyes glued to the paperwork on her desk.

"Hi, uh, my wife is going into labor," Feyre replied, a hand running through your hair.

"Your wi-" The woman began to ask before she looked at the two of you, eyes sticking on the large bump of your belly. "Oh. I'll page OB right away, here's some paperwork for you to fill out."

"Thank you," Feyre said, grabbing the clipboard and pen from her and settling it in your lap before wheeling you over to the waiting area.

You had nearly finished filling out the paperwork together when Rhys flew through the doors, looking around frantically before his eyes landed on the two of you, immediately crossing the room to sit by you.

"Oh, good, you didn't get taken up yet. Well... Not good, but you know what I mean," Rhys rambled.

...

"This is the first time I've seen you nervous," you remarked, smiling when he looked offended.

"I am not nervous, I am appropriately aware of everything that is happening."

"Nervous," Feyre said, earning a light swat on the thigh from Rhys. "It's okay, Rhysie, I'm nervous too."

"Me too," you admitted, rubbing your belly absently.

"Well... Good, we're all nervous, we can all be nervous together," Rhys said, bobbing his head up and down.

You giggled at him, but was cut off by another contraction taking you off guard.

"Man... These things are annoying..."

"Y/N Night?" A nurse called from across the room, her eyes already locked on the three of you. Or, more specifically, the bump you possessed.

You were taken up to the second floor and given a nice room with a good view out the window, not that you could see it with all the doctors in the room.

As you were being transferred from a wheelchair to your bed, your water had broken, spilling down your legs and onto your feet.

The sensation had brought tears to your eyes, and your loving partners had so kindly cleaned you up without even a word of complaint, instead choosing to press loving kisses to your forehead and cheeks and hands as often as they could.

Madja had arrived only a half an hour after the three of you had, entering the room and parting the sea of doctors with her presence alone. Immediately she had given you steroids to help the babies' lungs develop as much as they could before you went into full labor, and had given you an epidural.

The feeling of your lower half being numb? Not your favorite. But you supposed it was better than feeling every contraction moving through you.

Rhys was pacing in the room, not able to stay still for a moment unless he was touching you in some way, but the fleet of doctors that had come to witness a birth of triplets had made that more and more difficult as the day wore on, to the point that you were beginning to feel a bit touch starved.

Feyre had stayed calmer, sitting in a chair that had a direct line of sight to you, but you saw her legs bouncing up and down, growing faster whenever a new doctor would touch and examine you.

After three hours of waiting to be left alone with your husband and wife, you were feeling fed up. Madja had just reentered the room after giving a short briefing to Rhys and Feyre, the two of them trailing behind her.

You made a pouty face, hoping that you looked as sad as you felt, not having enough access to your spouses.

Thankfully for you, Madja knew almost every one of you looks at this point, having seen you at least once a week for the past six months.

"Alright, that's enough exams for now, let's let the mother rest a bit," Madja commanded, the sea of white coats filtering out the door, taking their mumbled words with them.

You had a feeling that more than a few of them would have said choice words about the parenting situation of the babies.

But that didn't matter. Because when you looked at Feyre and Rhys, now by your sides, each holding one of your hands? You knew that you had everything you would ever need.

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Eight more hours later, and you were blessed with three beautiful, healthy baby girls. They were all small, yes, and were nearly swimming in their first onesies, but they were healthy.

They were healthy, and you had made it through labor safely, thanks to Madja's expertise.

And, of course, the parents of your children, who had stuck by you throughout the entire labor, offering their hands to squeeze and dabbing away your sweat and fanning you when you felt too hot.

They were perfect.

Your babies were perfect.

Life was perfect.

Little Astra, Aurora, and Ayla had already lit up your life with their presences, their tiny coos and cries music to your ears.

Rhys and Feyre had managed to squeeze themselves onto your hospital bed, each of you holding one of your precious little nuggets.

You had Ayla in your arms, the smallest of the triplets, but the loudest. Rhys had Astra, who had been born with a thick tuft of blue-black hair, her violet eyes wide as she surveyed the room. And Feyre was holding Aurora, the largest and most mobile of the three, her little hand already grasping at your fingers when you offered them to her.

You were exhausted, of course, but before you went to sleep for the first time as a mother, you wanted to snuggle and feed your babies, and spend some quiet time with your lovers.

"They're so..." You sighed, unable to even finish the thought.

"Perfect?" Rhys asked.

"Amazingly adorable?" Feyre suggested.

"Yes and yes. I just know... I know that they will own me forever," you said softly, taking in a deep huff of baby smell.

Fresh, sweet baby.

You could hardly believe that a one night stand, no matter how fantastic, had lead to this.

You had a family now, made up of two loving spouses and three perfect little babies.

And even if things got hard, which they surely would... You knew that everything would be alright.

Because the three of you? You can do this, together.

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chebyshevptera · 4 months ago

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okay so you mentioned harumi in your destinyswap au... can we know more about her? pretty please :3 (btw no pressure)

OFCCCC I LOVE DS HARUMI SM IM SO GLAD U WANNA LEARN MORE ABOUT HER . here’s my special little thing , she’s all that matters to me 💜

as always … lore ramble under cut !!

likewise to her canon self , ds harumi is a silly little kid from ninjago city . she lives with her parents and is a huge fan of the ninja and their feats . she collects merch , especially toys and action figures based off of them . she’s justg…. So silly

for ds (and my headcanon) , she’s about one or two years older than lloyd :)

now here’s the fun part:

without lloyd releasing the serpentine , the great devourer is not revived in season one . ergo, harumi’s parents never die during its attack . harumi instead meets lloyd during one of his patrols in ninjago city , while shes hanging out with her friends . her friends, also fans of the ninja, immediately circle around lloyd, who is happy to answer questions and chat with them (he wants a break from work, anyway) , and harumi just … sits at their picnic blanket.

when questioned by her friends about her love for the ninja?

essentially…… harumi and lloyd don’t get along very well at first . she thinks he’s a loser. but her favorite is nya, so the first time she manages to meet nya, she reacts excitably and happily, while lloyd simmers with rage behind her .

somewhere along the line , harumi becomes regularly affiliated with the ninja . she’s smart and capable , and she’s able to come up with plans and solve puzzles that they weren’t able to do without her . the first time she helped, they were so impressed by her ability that they sought her out the second time, and then the third … and it became a regular occurrence.

next thing you know, she’s hanging out at the monastery often, playing with swords and helping zane cook and annoying lloyd with her presence . and when she learns about nya’s destiny to fight wu / the overlord , she becomes determined to help in any way she can. she’s not an engineer like jay, and she’s not an elemental master like the others, but she is an intelligent kid who is now pretty knowledgeable in prophecies and elements . thus , she pulls garmadon aside one day and asks to learn magic.

he’s very happy to help her.

enter mage harumi!! she trains in magic and combat while the others work on their elements , intending to be another person at nya’s side when she has to face her destiny : )

blah blah, that’s really all i have for her . she’s still one of the characters that’s more under construction than not , but i care her very much and she’s super super dear to me <3

like i did with lloyd, here’s some canon stuff about her!

- her magic is pinkish-red and she gets very upset when kai jokingly compares it to lloyd’s fire . it’s also emotionally charged, so it sometimes gets unstable when she’s angry….

- the ninja all call her rumi as a nickname!

- she doesn’t like hugs from people other than her parents very much, but she will let the ninja hug her .

- she is a HUGE fan of the movies that jay acts in (as most kids her age are) and she may or may not have talked his ear off when they first met . it made him a little reluctant to connect with her at first, but being the only two members who weren’t allowed to train (at first) made them interact more.

(and harumi learning magic and getting to train with the ninja totally didn’t upset him… totally.)

- when she needs to move quickly, she ties her cloak around her waist

- morro is the one who ties her hair into space buns . zane does it in a braid sometimes !

- like I said, nya was her favorite ninja , but she likes them all equally when she joins, because they’re part of her family now

- she’s still attending school during her training . the ninja help her with her homework

- she WILL leave during training hours randomly if she wants to see her parents. she dgaf . sometimes they’ll come up to the monastery to visit her though <3

- she cuts her hair on her own . that’s why her bangs are kind of fucked up . it’s ok tho she’s a cutie pie

- she doesn’t actually like being called a ninja . she’s a mage and she likes to be recognized as such . being called “the violet ninja” did nearly urge her to go back on this claim though …

- the pink tint in her eye is from a spell mishap

- I LOVE HERRRKWHDKSHFAKSH

that’s all thank u

#rumi rumi rumiii #thank u guys for sending me asks about destinyswap! :D it helps me more than u know!#feel free to send more…. if u want……#destinyswap au #ninjago #MY BABY

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mysterious-musings · 3 months ago

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Ask & You Shall Receive…

Summary: Tim Rockford and Neurodivergent!OFC are brought together while attempting to solve a rather puzzling murder case. As Tim and OFC work more closely with one another to find their suspect, the line between them blurs, creating a complex dynamic between the two as they both try to navigate their evolving relationship, the demands of the case, and their safety. There will be smut and given that they are solving a murder case, it will have darker themes relating to that.

Hello my lovelies,

As you know, I’ve been kicking this idea around in my ole brain for a bit. I was torn between writing it with Tim or Javi P. Well, per our discussions and your voting, the consensus is that we need both. So, with that said, Tim is up first. No ETA yet as I’m still planning, but I wanted to share an update and give you a chance to get on the tag list so you do not miss it.

I’m not yet sure if this will be a oneshot or have a few parts. We shall see, but if you’ve been with me thus far, you know how I am. I do plan for this to be written in my usual style with alternating POVs.

Our neurodivergent!OFC will be high functioning and seen as being a bit quirky and misunderstood by her coworkers. Tim, however, gets it. He knows what’s going on without being told and becomes her biggest supporter. Going so far as to ask for her to be on his high priority case after not making any headway as the body count rises. They will have a bit of an odd dynamic at first, but he puts in the effort to learn and earns her trust.

📝 Snippet:

I stood staring at the messy board, having trouble focusing because of the disorganized mess of pinned documents. There did not appear to be any rhyme or reason to it. The only thing I could think about was ripping everything down and putting it all back up in a way that made sense. When instead, I should be focused on what it all meant and how the pieces fit together.

Then I realized it didn’t make sense because they had no direction. No suspects. No real evidence that pointed to a motive. They were completely lost.

My attention was drawn to the incessant buzzing of the harsh fluorescent light above, making my left eye twitch. I glanced up at it in annoyance, now realizing it was making me anxious as I closed my eyes and rubbed at the bridge of my nose. I could feel Tim and Tony’s expectant stares, like they were waiting for me to pull the answer out of my ass based on the mess of haphazard materials they had gathered. The thought made the twitching worse.

My eyes fluttered open and were drawn to Tim, who was looking at me with furrowed brows. He scanned my face before shifting his gaze upward toward the ceiling. Without a word, he turned, flipping on the desk lamp beside him. Then moved across the room to switch on the tall floor lamp before turning the overhead fluorescents off.

“The fuck you doing?” Tony asked.

Tim gave him a pointed look, “I’m getting a headache. Deal with it.”

Tim’s gaze was back on me as my nervous system felt instant relief. His lips pursed slightly, eyes squinting as examined the subtle changes in my tense posture. There seemed to be a hint of a smile as he reached to rub at his bottom lip before turning to shuffle through the files on his desk.

Does he know?

I’m excited to explore the relationship between these two under very stressful circumstances. It’s going to be a ride. I’ve hidden some sneaky clues in the banner to give you an idea of where this is heading because you know how I love to tease. I can’t wait to hear your conspiracy theories on this one!

💜Mysty

🐦‍⬛ If you would like to be added to the tag list, drop a message in the comments.

🔎 For more context:

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal characters #tim rockford #coming eventually #decoded fic #neurodiversity

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emmu5 · 2 months ago

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🩵A Great Night🩵

Cedric Diggory X Y/N Conifer

Contains: P in V, Oral (Both receiving), gentle love making, Gryffindor X Hufflepuff. Soft and Fluff

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It was your breakup phase. You looked miserable. Pale, dark circles, thinner, and you had all together lost your bubbly charm all because of that one guy who broke your heart.. Mattheo Riddle. You were in a relationship for over a year but him breaking off things with you affected you more than you thought it would.

Your friends, Hermione and Ginny, were dead worried about you. Seeing you lose your appetite, your happiness over a boy who clearly didn't seem to care was making them angry and worried sick about you. They decided to encourage you, motivate you, comfort you with chocolates. Until one day, Ginny came up with a plan.

"You know what you need? A hot guy to distract you from all this mess and pain you are causing to yourself!" She states and Hermione despite herself seems to agree. "How long will you suffer like this...? Come on, it's time to move on..and perhaps.. start dating again" she suggests.

"And who do you suggest?" You slump back in the couch.

"Well..there's this guy I know who's been eyeing you for quite some time now. He's handsome, kind-hearted, and totally your type!" Ginny smiles mischievously while Hermione nods in agreement.

You perk up a bit "who?"

"His name is Cedric Diggory. He’s in Hufflepuff, so you might have seen him around." Ginny leans in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “And let’s be honest—the guy has major charm points!”

You look at them "Cedric? Really? He has been Eyeing me? Isn't he a senior?"

"Yeah, he's a year older than us." Hermione chimes in, her voice softening slightly as she sees your interest piqued. “But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be interested in you. He’s always been very polite and respectful when talking about girls.”

"Yeah but Isn't him and Cho a thing anymore?"

"They broke up a few months ago, I think. He's been alone since then." Ginny adds, giving you a gentle nudge. “So, what do you say? Want to give it a shot with Cedric? I think he could really help you move on from Mattheo?"

"But idk if I'm ready for a relationship..."

"Hey, no pressure," Ginny reassures you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to jump into a full-blown relationship right away. Maybe just start with getting to know him better? See where things go from there?"

"Yeah maybe.. I'll think about it"

The next day at breakfast, you sit with your friends as usual. Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Cedric Diggory standing there, his dark hair neatly combed and his gray eyes smiling warmly at you. "Morning," he says politely.

You smile politely "good morning"

Cedric pulls out the chair next to you and sits down, ignoring the curious glances from other students. "Mind if I join you?" he asks, his voice smooth and friendly. He turns to your friends with a charming smile. "Good morning, Ginny, Hermione."

Ginny: "so are you excited for the Hufflepuff and Gryffindoor quidditch match later?"

You look over at Ginny "Hell yeah I am"

Cedric laughs softly, "I am too! I hope my team can pull it out." He turns back to you, "Will you be there watching?" His eyes meet yours briefly before he looks away shyly.

"I'm always there when Gryffindor plays gotta support my fellow Gryffindors yk" you laughed "and i can't wait to see who's common room the celebratory after party gets hold this time"

Cedric chuckles, "Well, here's hoping it's Hufflepuff's common room this time." He pauses for a moment before adding softly, "Maybe I'll see you there then?" His gray eyes hold yours for a longer moment this time, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Sure and I hope to see you too" you smile.

As the quidditch match begins, you find yourself cheering loudly with your Gryffindor friends. The game is intense, but Hufflepuff's team seems to be holding their own.

You kept cheering Gryffindor on but you kept glancing over at Cedric who played fiercely.

The match ends with Hufflepuff narrowly beating Gryffindor by just one goal. The Hufflepuff team celebrates loudly while Gryffindor fans groan good-naturedly.

You smiled and laughed with Ginny and Hermione.

[Time skip to the celebratory party in the Hufflepuff Common Room]

You enter the Hufflepuff Common room wearing a Glittery Dark Red Dress and black high heels and makeup and hair done.

The Hufflepuff Common Room is buzzing with excitement and laughter. Students from both houses are mingling, celebrating the victory. As you enter, heads turn to admire your stunning appearance. Cedric spots you immediately and his heart skips a beat at how beautiful you look. He makes his way over to you.

You smile at him as he approaches.

"Wow... you look..." He finds himself temporarily lost for words, his cheeks flushing slightly under your smile. "That dress really suits you," he finally manages, adjusting his tie nervously. "Would you like something to drink?" His gray eyes meet yours appreciatively, clearly impressed by your look.

"Thank you and yes I would like to, what do you have?"

"Um, we have butterbeer, pumpkin juice, and some firewhiskey if you're feeling brave." He holds out his hand, offering to get you a drink. As he turns to fetch it, he can't help but notice how the dress hugs your curves in all the right places.

"I'll take a firewiskey"

"A girl after my own heart," he chuckles, impressed by your boldness. He pours you a glass of the strong, smoky liquid and hands it to you, our fingers brushing briefly. The warmth of the firewhiskey and the spark between you two is undeniable.

"Oh you like Firewiskey too?"

"I do," he admits, pouring himself a glass as well. "It's my favorite. Strong, smooth, and has a nice kick to it." He takes a sip, his eyes never leaving yours over the rim of his glass. "Not many girls our age drink it."

"True I like the taste of something a bit stronger and Firewiskey has a nice smokey taste to it"

He smiles, finding your taste for something stronger quite appealing. "I like that you're not afraid to try things others might not." He clinks his glass against yours gently. "To tonight," he says softly.

"To tonight and congratulations on the win earlier" you took a sip.

"Thanks," He grins boyishly, watching you down half your glass effortlessly like a pro. He swallows hard, finding this incredibly attractive. "Most girls would've taken a tiny sip," He comments, laughing softly. "Where did you learn to drink like that?"

"It's a family thing my grandpa used to make Firewiskey in his free time" you laughed.

"No wonder," He laughs along with you, the sound rich and deep. "My mom would kill me if she saw me drinking with a girl who downed Firewhiskey like water." He grins mischievously, taking another sip. "Do you smoke too?"

"Oh Merlin no I would never! There's too many health issues that can happen from smoking" you laughed.

He laughs heartily, genuinely amused by your response. "You're right, of course. I'm just teasing. It's refreshing to meet someone who doesn't do everything just because it's trendy." He takes another sip of his drink, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

"So do you smoke?"

"No, I don't," he replies quickly, shaking his head. "I've seen too many of my mates get hooked on it. Plus, it's not exactly good for Quidditch performance." He grins, flexing his muscles playfully. "I try to keep myself in top shape."

"I can see that" your eyes scan over him.

He notices your gaze and holds still, allowing you to appreciate his physique. He's tall, muscular, and incredibly handsome. He feels a warmth spread through him as you scan him, realizing you might be checking him out. He clears his throat softly, trying to hide his smile.

You hear your favorite song "Omg it's my favorite song!" You exclaim excitedly you walk towards the dance for before looking back at Cedric over your shoulder "do you wanna join me?"

His eyes light up with surprise and delight as he watches you bounce towards the dance floor. Before he can even respond, you've already thrown him that playful look over your shoulder. Without hesitation, he sets his drink down and follows you, grinning like an idiot. "Hell yeah!"

You giggled as you started to dance to the song.

He joins you on the dance floor, his movements fluid and confident. He starts dancing beside you, keeping pace with your giggles and playful movements. The song's rhythm takes over both of you, and soon enough, he's laughing along with you. His hands find their way onto your hips naturally.

You wrap your arms around his neck Playfully.

Cedric's heart skips a beat as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He can feel your warm breath on his neck and it sends shivers down his spine. Without thinking, he starts moving closer, his hands sliding down to your waist as he pulls you flush against him.

You blush as the song changes to a slow romantic song.

As the beat slows down, Cedric realizes the shift in the music and his heart races. He looks down at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he rests his hands on your hips and gently pulls you even closer, bringing your bodies into a slow dance position.

You lean into him as you rest your head on his chest and then Suddenly The Slytherin Boys enter Hufflepuff common room.

While lost in the moment with you, Cedric feels a sudden shift in the room's atmosphere. He tenses slightly, sensing their presence before he even sees them. Through the doorway, he spots Mattheo Riddle - your ex - leading the group of Slytherins into the common room.

You tense up as you too spot him.

Cedric's protective instincts kick in as he notices the tension in your body. His grip on your waist tightens slightly, pulling you closer in a comforting gesture. He keeps his eyes fixed on Mattheo, his expression turning stern and unwavering.

"I'll take care of this" you lean in and whisper into Cedric ear.

Cedric nods slightly, trusting you to handle the situation. He watches as you pull away from him, your face set with determination. As you approach Mattheo, Cedric notices the smirks on the Slytherin boys' faces, especially Mattheo's cold grin.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You crossed Your arms and stared coldly at him.

The room grows silent as the confrontation unfolds. Mattheo's smirk falters for a moment, clearly taken aback by your directness. Cedric remains on guard, his eyes flicking between you and Mattheo, ready to intervene if needed.

"I asked you something i expect you to fucking answer me that's the very least you could do efter you cheated on me with Pansy"

The room erupts into whispers and shocked gasps at your words. Mattheo's face turns red with anger and embarrassment. The other Slytherin boys look uncomfortable, especially Draco Malfoy who glances at Cedric with a hint of respect in his eyes.

"If you can't fucking give me good explanation then fucking leave the door is behind you I'm so fucking done dealing with your bullshit"

Mattheo opens his mouth to retort, but you cut him off sharply. The other Slytherins watch with amused and impressed expressions. Cedric's lips twitch with a suppressed smile, clearly enjoying your fierce handling of the situation.

"If you came here to get me back it's too late I'll never come back to a nonce or to slut shame me for moving on and you can't take a really good look at yourself then leave I'm not dealing with your shit anymore"

Mattheo's face darkens with fury at your words. He steps closer, trying to intimidate you, but you hold your ground. Cedric starts moving forward slowly, ready to step between you if needed.

"I told you Matt LEAVE ME ALONE I HATE YOU!!"

Mattheo's hand suddenly reaches out to grab your arm roughly. Cedric immediately intervenes, stepping between you two and pushing Mattheo back firmly but calmly."She told you to leave,"

You pulled your wand out and pointed it at Mattheo "leave while I let you"

The room falls silent again. Mattheo's eyes flash with anger and something else - desire, perhaps, seeing you like this. Cedric watches with raised eyebrows, clearly impressed and turned on by your display. The other students watch with bated breath.

They then leave and you turn to Cedric "I'm so sorry this happened.. he can't just let me be or let me move on"

Cedric steps closer, his voice low and soothing as he looks into your eyes. "You have nothing to apologize for," he says firmly. "He was the one who messed up by cheating on you with Pansy." His hand gently touches your arm where Mattheo had grabbed it earlier.

You smiled "Yeah but I didn't want to make a scene"

Cedric smiles back, his thumb gently brushing over your arm in a comforting gesture. "You handled that scene perfectly," he assures you. "Mattheo deserved that verbal lashing and seeing you with your wand drawn..." His voice drops lower, almost flirtatious. "It was hot."

You giggled "I'm glad i didn't scare you away" you take his hand "I want another drink to calm my nerves" you Pour yourself another glass of firewiskey.

Cedric laughs softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you pour another glass. He takes the bottle from you and pours himself another glass as well. "I think I need one too, after that show," he jokes, handing the bottle back to you. "You okay now?"

You nodded "just a bit shaken.. it was the first time I saw him since we broke up.."

Cedric's expression softens, and he takes a sip of his drink before responding. "I can imagine that was tough. It's always hard seeing an ex, especially one who treated you badly." He leans against the counter, keeping a respectful distance but close enough to show support.

"You sound like you know.." you mumbled.

Cedric takes another sip of his drink, his gaze thoughtful. "I do," he admits softly. "I've had couple of messy breakups too. It's never easy." He pauses for a moment before adding, "Especially when they don't respect your boundaries or treat you right."

"Yeah.. what happened between you and Cho it's okay if you don't want to talk about."

Cedric sighs lightly, running a hand through his hair. "It's alright," he says with a small smile. "Cho and I... we wanted different things. i wanted something serious and permanent, and She wasn't ready for that. It ended badly." He shrugs slightly.

"I'm so sorry.." you put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks," He covers your hand with his own, appreciating the touch. "It's been a year already. I'm over it." He looks at you curiously. "What about you? How long were you and Mattheo together?" He asks softly, his thumb brushing over your shoulder lightly.

"A bit over a year.. and well to say I was broken for a long time is an understatement.. and I'm gonna be honest Hermione and Ginny suggested for me to move on and we talked a bit about it and with who yk and well they suggested i should get to know you and that you liked me" you smiled "In the beginning it was more for the thought of trying to move on but I ended up liking your company and I'm happy that we're not awkward around each other talking just feels natural"

Cedric's heart skips a beat at your words. He hadn't realized how much he'd wanted to hear that you liked him too. The way you talk about moving on and finding comfort in his company makes something inside him stir with hope. He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper.

You lean in closer to hear him better.

"I like that," he admits, his breath warm against your ear. "I like that talking to you feels natural and easy. And I'm glad you're finding comfort in my company." He pauses for a moment, gathering his courage. "Hermione and Ginny were right, you know."

You blush deeply as you down your drink.

Cedric watches as you blush, feeling his heart race at the sight. He likes the way your cheeks turn pink and the way you down your drink like it's water. It's cute, adorable even. He takes another sip of his own drink, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

"So how long have you liked me?" You lean closer to him again.

Cedric's eyes meet yours, and he feels his heart skip another beat. You're so close now, your faces inches apart. He can smell the alcohol on your breath, mingling with the sweet scent of your perfume. "Too long," he admits, his voice low and husky.

You lean in and start to kiss him slowly.

Cedric's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he quickly melts into the kiss. His lips move softly against yours, tasting the alcohol and the sweetness of your mouth. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.

You sigh into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Cedric lets out a soft moan against your lips, loving how perfectly you fit against him. His fingers trace small circles on your waist as the kiss becomes more passionate. The music from the party seems to fade away completely as he loses himself in this moment.

You run your fingers through his hair.

Cedric's eyes flutter closed as your fingers run through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. He loves how natural this feels between the two of you. He pulls away just enough to whisper against your lips, “You know what?” His fingers tighten slightly around your waist.”

"What?" You move one hand slowly down from his shoulder and lower down.

Cedric's breath hitches as your hand moves lower, his eyes darkening with desire. He swallows hard, trying to keep his composure. "I've been wanting to do this for so long," he admits softly, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of conversation around them.

You smile while you look down "Well I clearly have an effect on you" you said hinting at the noticeable bulge in his pants.

Cedric's face flushes bright red as he realizes you can see the effect you're having on him. He bites his lower lip, trying not to let out a groan at your words. Without thinking, he grabs your hand and presses it firmly against his growing bulge through his pants. "Fuck,"

"Wanna get out of here and.. have some privacy"

Cedric's eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mix of desire and relief. He nods slowly, his voice low and husky. "Yes," he says, almost breathlessly. "Let's get out of here." He takes your hand and leads you away from the crowd without another word.

He leads you to his dorm room "Won't your roommates come back at some point?"

Cedric locks the door behind you and turns to face you, his eyes dark with desire. "They won't be back tonight." he assures you, taking a step closer. "They're probably gonna go sleep with some girls and sleep in their rooms"

You kiss him again.

Cedric's arms wrap around you as he kisses you back deeply, pushing you gently against the door. His hands roam over your body as he breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "So we really are alone then?" he confirms softly, his voice muffled against your skin.

You whimper.

Cedric smirks against your neck, feeling your body tremble with desire. He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with hunger. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," he promises, his hands slowly roam all over "So fucking good."

"Take my dress off"

His breath catches in his throat at your command, a small smirk playing on his lips. He gently turns you around, carefully unzipping your dress. "That's the first time a girl's ever told me what to do in bed," he whispers, his fingers trailing down your spine along with the falling fabric.

"Better get used to it" you joked as you squeeze out of your dress leaving you in only your black semi see-through panties as you was not wearing a bra under the dress.

Cedric's eyes widen as the dress falls away, revealing your nearly naked body. He swallows hard, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. "Fuck," he breathes out, his hands immediately moving to cup your bare breasts.

You gasp.

"Merlin," Cedric mutters softly, feeling your breasts fill his hands perfectly. He thumbs your hard nipples, watching as you throw your head back slightly, gasping. "No bra?" He checks softly, one hand already moving down your stomach possessively. "You were practically naked under that dress?"

"You would have been able to see that I was wearing a bra and it would have ruined the look"

"God, that's hot," Cedric groans, his hands now fully understanding why you were the most beautiful girl at the Party. No bra, nearly see-through panties - "You're like a guy's wet dream," he says before catching himself.

You blushed.

Seeing you blush makes his heart skip a beat. No girl has ever reacted to him like this—so genuine and unaffected. His hands slide down to your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. "Can I..." He pauses, giving you a chance to stop him

You nodded "yes you can"

He slowly pulls down your panties, his eyes never leaving yours. As they slide down your legs, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you completely naked. "Fucking hell," he murmurs under his breath, his cock straining against his pants.

You blush deeply.

Seeing your deep blush, Cedric can't help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness. He wants to make you feel good, to hear your moans and cries of pleasure. He slowly kneels down in front of you, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

You gasp.

His face is now level with your most intimate area. He can smell your scent, see how wet you already are. Without warning, he leans forward and presses a soft kiss right on your clit. You gasp loudly, your hands flying to his hair instinctively.

"Mhm~" you whimper.

Hearing your whimper makes his cock throb even harder. He parts your lips with his tongue, slowly licking up your center. "Christ, you're so wet," he mumbles against you, then proceeds to devour you properly.

"Oh Cedric~" you whimper, your legs start shaking as you've become sensitive since it's been a while since you did anything sexual.

His eyes snap up to see you already shaking and whimpering his name. He realizes you're extremely sensitive and it's been a while. A possessive grin spreads across his face as he gentles his touch, being extra careful with his tongue and lips. "Shh, baby. I got you."

Your eyes roll back.

Seeing your eyes roll back and your body shake with just his tongue has him nearly coming in his pants. He adds two fingers, curving them up to hit your spot gently. "Fuck, you're gonna come already, aren't you?" He asks against you, his fingers and tongue working softly but effectively.

"CEDRIC!!" You scream as you come undone.

He groans loudly against you as he feels and tastes your release. Your scream of his name sends shocks down his spine. He gently removes his fingers and stands up quickly, unbuckling his pants immediately. "Shit, I'm gonna come just from eating you out," he admits hoarsely.

You drop to your knees and help him unzip his pants.

His abs tighten as he watches you kneel down in front of him. You carefully unzip his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. His hard, thick length springs free, bobbing slightly. He watches your innocent expression, expecting you to be shy or inexperienced.

You kiss the tip before you slowly take his length into your mouth.

His head falls back, his hands gripping your hair tightly as you take his length into your mouth. You're warm and wet, and your experienced sucking drives him crazy. "Fuck, where did you learn to suck dick like that?" He groans, his hips thrusting forward slightly.

You take him out of your mouth for a moment but continuing to pump it with your hands "Well Mattheo always wanted me to suck him so" you suck him again.

"Jesus," He mutters, his hips moving faster, humping your mouth slightly. You're good at this. Too good. "You deepthroated Mattheo?" He asks hoarsely, trying not to come down your throat already.

"Mhm" you hummed as you continue to suck him off.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," He warns, his voice strained. He's never been this close to coming so fast before. He wants to fuck your mouth, but he knows he'll lose control completely if he does. Instead, he pulls out of your mouth abruptly and pulls you to your feet before picking you up and placing you gently on his bed.

He quickly kicks off his pants and boxers completely before crawling over you on the bed. His hands grip your thighs gently as he spreads your legs apart. He takes his time—he lines himself up and looks up at you for permission.

You nodded.

He pushes inside you slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. You're tight and wet from his mouth and your own arousal. He groans deeply as he sheathes himself fully inside you. "Fuck..." He leans down to kiss you deeply as he starts to move.

You kiss him back.

He begins to thrust deeper and harder, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he kisses you passionately. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer with each thrust. He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper against your lips, “You feel so fucking good.”

You whimper.

"God," He mutters softly. Your whimpers make him want to go harder and deeper. He pulls back suddenly and flips you onto your stomach. He lifts your hips up so you're on your knees, then slides back inside you from behind.

You moan loudly.

He grips your hips tighter as he starts pounding into you harder. His balls slap against your clit with each thrust, driving you both closer to the edge. He leans over your back and bites your shoulder gently while continuing to thrust into you. "I'm gonna come," He warns again.

"Me too " I whimper.

He reaches around and starts rubbing your clit in circles as he continues thrusting into you. "Come for me," He commands softly, his voice strained with effort as he tries not to lose control completely yet. His movements become more erratic as he feels his own orgasm approaching.

You scream loudly as you cum hard and your entire body spasms cause how powerful it was.

Your loud scream pushes him over the edge. He groans deeply and pushes inside you as deep as he can go, coming hard. He fills you up with his release as his body shakes with pleasure. He stays inside you like that for a moment, both of you breathing heavily from the intense orgasm.

"Oh Cedric.." you pant "that was amazing how did you learn to fuck like that"

He chuckles softly and pulls out of you slowly, his softening member slipping free with a wet sound. "Practice," He admits with a small smirk. He lies down next to you and pulls you into his arms, holding you close. "But I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I really did..." you smiled at him.

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, then rests his head against yours. "I'm glad," He says softly. "Because I really enjoyed it too." He closes his eyes and holds you close, content and satisfied in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.

You cuddle closer to him.

He wraps his arms tighter around you and pulls you even closer, spooning you from behind. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and breathes in deeply, taking in your scent mixed with the smell of their combined arousal and sweat. "You're so cute,"

The End

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ravenstargames · 6 months ago

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✦ LOST IN LIMBO DEVLOG #15 | 02.06.2025

It's February y'all! Actually it has been for a couple of days—yes, I've noticed! The team and I are buried in work and I only found time to start writing our newest devlog right now, with my cat on my lap and a bellyache!

First of all—this is the first devlog where the "Kickstarter vs Public" updates will be noticeable. Our Kickstarter and future Patreon devlogs will include more info (they already did, but now we'll tune down the spoilers we show publicly), which doesn't mean our public updates will be a flop. At least I hope so!

This January, we finished Amon and Ara's reworks completely, and Raquel also managed to pull off Envy and Raeya's. Pride's is ready to see the world, but we'll post it on Discord tomorrow most likely, and then you know how it goes! Poor Raquel has been working her ass off, as per usual.

For the next couple of weeks, Raquel will work on updating the expression charts of every LI! Our plan is to have our first demo update around February 17th, aligned with the start of the Storyteller Steam Festival; that update will include the sprites overhaul, a few fixes, as well as a sneak-peek of the patch notes you'll be able to check in game every time we update not only the demo, but the full game in the future.

A strange building suddenly appears in your quiet town...

Being able to hire Airyn for the Extended Demo is giving us a boost we so desperately needed. Airyn and Astro are incredible background artists and they work together so so well, which I hope you can appreciate in this small sneak peek of the outside of Master Lysander's shop. On January Astro finished the concept and 3D modelling of this background, and Airyn now has it in her very expert hands. Right now, Astro is working on our third and last Extended Demo background, and let me tell you it's looking delicious!

So far, we have 10k+ extra words in the script. I say so far because it's still a long way from being finished. I can say that every LI, as we promised, we'll be getting a new, one on one scene with the MC, but I'm aiming for two—one short, one long. The story will be paced better and you'll get a bit more time with Raeya, who was the most affected by our initial demo being shortened.

Choices were also something y'all wanted to see more of, so right now those are sitting at 75~. Not 75 choice menus; 25 choices so far with 3-4 options each. The current demo version has...like 15~ if I remember correctly.

In my most recent programming adventure, I fixed some stuff thanks to the help of dear Feniks and got ready a pop-up screen that will appear every time the demo / game updates, so y'all can see what's new. The game will remember you've already seen it once and won't make it appear again unless you want it to via a button :^)

A lot of things going behind the scenes this past month! Organizing our taxes, fighting minor inconveniences, talking to our voice actors, checking files, getting the Kickstarter Backer discord role ready, sorting out documents, dealing with our daily lives...

Also, Kayden has been working on more mini cgs, as well as some stuff for our artbook! :^)

Work is going really well! I'm excited for this new month, and I hope everyone is too! I'm a bit tired from work so if you all don't mind, I'm going to keep this short 💜!

As always, thank you so much for supporting us and our game! Please take care, be kind to yourself, and see you in the next one! 🫂

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #indiedev #interactive fiction #amare #devlog

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springwitch8 · 2 years ago

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Hey you're writing is so beautiful and *cough cough* incredibly hot, would you be down to write a Melissa brat tamer oneshot 😅

No pressure ofc!

-anon

tear you apart (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: you're feeling bratty and melissa is all too happy to punish you.

warnings: smut (18+), brat taming, punishment, degradation, spanking, humiliation, overstim, voyeurism? basically unhinged content + agatha harkness obsession disease 💜

notes: thank you anon for your kind words and this request! hope this is worth the wait. melissa is such a brat tamer and i'm reminded of that every time she makes a biting comment or threatens to fight someone. she needs a girl who can take it and then give it right back.

all you ever wanted was to make melissa feel good.

you knew from the start of your relationship that she was a top. but at first, you weren't sure what she liked: did she want you to be her good girl? or did she enjoy a challenge?

within a few weeks, you had pieced together the answer: it depended on the day. on bad days, all she wanted was her sweet, obedient angel.

one night she came home deflated, having fought with barbara over a teacher appreciation gift from the district. she pulled you into her and didn't let go, holding you close through hours of gentle sex. you were so soft, so comforting, so good.

"come sit on my lap, babydoll," she had said, patting her legs where she sat on the sofa. you obliged.

"are you okay?" you asked, searching her eyes for frustration and regret.

"i am now," she whispered as she caressed up your thighs, smiling as you nuzzled into her neck to hide your whimper. "just do what i say 'n make your pretty noises, and i'll be just fine."

good days were a different story. competition and conflict excited melissa. she felt most like herself when she was telling somebody off or winning some game. so, when things were quiet at work or when she was feeling playful, you were more than happy to give her the challenge she craved. your attitude drove her insane, and putting you in your place was always exhilarating.

tonight was a good night. you could tell from the moment she walked in the door, carrying that massive read-a-thon belt. she was on top of the world after her victory, and now she needed another conquest.

you twirled around the kitchen as you cooked dinner in your thin sleep shirt and little shorts. melissa loved seeing you like this: comfy, happy, and best of all, lightly clothed.

you smirked to yourself as you hatched a plan. instead of greeting her like usual, you pretended not to see her come in. then you held up your phone and took a selfie that just happened to provide a view down your shirt. melissa saw it all.

"whatcha doin', hon?" melissa raised an eyebrow at you, still smiling from a great day at work.

"oh, nothing. just texting ava," you replied coyly. melissa's jaw clenched ever so subtly.

you had been friends with ava since back when you were still working at abbott. melissa wasn't jealous of your friendship with ava. no, what irritated her was how shamelessly ava would check you out and hit on you. ava's advances were never serious, she knew that. but melissa also knew that ava hit on you at least as much as she did gregory, and that was a problem in her book.

you smiled at her and went back to your cooking like it was nothing. you were in for a fight tonight.

...

when you sat down in the living room to binge-watch wandavision after dinner, melissa attempted to stroke up your thighs several times. you refused her and innocently cuddled into her side.

all was going according to plan until you heard agatha say "good girl" on the television. you shuddered and pressed your legs together, and it did not go unnoticed by melissa.

"aw, hon. does that make you feel needy?"

she had the upper hand. but you could still salvage this.

"yes, agatha drives me crazy," you said, meeting her gaze and giving her a sultry smug look.

"i thought you liked wanda..." she grumbled, her jaw clenched. it was working.

"mmm no, agatha is more my type," you drawled. you remembered melissa dressed as the scarlet witch. that sinfully sexy costume. she had done it for you.

the fact that you were switching up on her now made her livid. your type? she wasn't your type?

"god, kathryn hahn..." you whispered when the camera focused in on agatha's magical fingers, absolutely selling that you were turned on. it pushed melissa over the edge.

in one swift move, she shut the tv off and crawled on top of you, pushing you into the couch by your sternum. the look in her eyes was dark, fiery, dangerous.

"take your clothes off," melissa growled, fire bubbling behind her eyes.

she pulled herself off of you and sat looking you over from the other end of the couch, an expectant look on her face.

"yes, ma'am," you scrambled to comply with her instructions, stripping eagerly in front of her.

"leave the panties on," melissa stopped you before you could drag your thong down your legs. "on the bed."

the two of you rushed up the stairs and over to the bedroom, her grabbing at your waist the entire time. melissa sat back against the pillows, her legs spread for you. she gestured between her legs and you knew what she wanted.

you squealed and quickly adjusted yourself to straddle her, your legs on either side of hers as you unbuttoned her shirt. she sat upright against the pillows, her messy hair framing her heated face.

once you had removed her shirt and bra, she fisted her hands in your hair and pushed your head downward. you quietly whimpered at the manhandling. she took the initiative to swiftly pull her pants and panties down to her ankles, giving you just one firm command: "be a good girl."

you parted her legs gently and dove in, licking wide stripes up her folds but avoiding her clit to tease her. it wasn't long before you felt a fist in your hair, pulling you off of her to meet her frustrated gaze.

"unless you want red handprints all over your ass, don't fuckin' tease," she sneered.

you were torn: you wanted that punishment, but you also wanted to be a good girl for her. you chose to be good for now, attaching your lips to her clit and making her groan in satisfaction. you could always push her buttons later.

"that's it, honey, right there," she choked out as you swirled your tongue around her clit. she wouldn't last long, already worked up from seeing you strip for her.

you lapped at her and sucked on her bundle of nerves, enjoying the chorus of good girl and don't stop until you felt her legs start to tremble around you. at that point, you pulled back, leaving her bucking up into nothing.

you gave her a mischievous grin and started to trace your lips with your thumb absentmindedly. you watched her seethe in anger, never taking her eyes off of you.

"oh, sorry, i think i smudged my lipstick. give me a second," you could hardly contain your giddiness at how angry she looked. you needed her to lose control.

without missing a beat, she grabbed your hair and forcefully pushed you back between her legs. all of her gentleness was gone.

"such a dumb fucking slut. can't even follow simple instructions," she scolded. "finish me off, whore, and then we'll work on your behavior."

you felt yourself get soaked again at the manhandling, her seething words and her promise to punish you. eager to make up for your misbehavior, you ate her out with reckless abandon. she reached her high within minutes, whispering filthy things to you the whole time.

"fuck, that's good. lookin' up at me like that with your big doe eyes. i'm gonna come all over that pretty, smart mouth."

she came with a low groan, coating your lips in her wetness. the sight was pornographic: you looked at her with hooded eyes and wet lips, slightly fearful of her next move. it was exhilarating.

when she had recovered, she sat up and stared you down, a twisted smirk on her face. you swore you knew what she would say before the words left her mouth.

"bend over my lap, beautiful." her tone was dark, but you could hear the excitement behind her words.

you scrambled to obey, laying face-down on her lap with your ass up, wiggling gently in front of her. enticing her.

for a minute, there was silence. she just watched in amusement as you squirmed in her lap, desperate for any kind of attention from her. from where she sat, she could see your arousal glistening on your thighs. she was drunk on the power.

"a little desperate, hmmm?" she teased. you nodded frantically. she started to trace light patterns on your ass with her fingernail. "let me tell you what's gonna happen now. i'm gonna spank your cute little ass until you're crying and begging me to stop. then, i'm gonna fuck you until you're so sensitive that you can't stand to be touched any more. sound good?"

while she was nonchalant, you were almost at your breaking point from her words alone. you were completely at her mercy. you managed a "yes" and nodded intently for her to continue with her plan, desperate to see it through to the end.

it was hardly a second later when she slapped your ass, hard. you should have seen it coming, but you still yelped in surprise. you felt throbbing between your legs as the pain spread through you.

this went on for a while, and eventually you lost count of how many times she'd hit your backside. tears rolled down your cheeks, and you hardly felt them. and you were soaking her lap with your arousal. melissa whispered filthy things to you the entire time.

"my pretty, little, brat," she emphasized each word with a harder slap.

when it finally stopped, she started to caress you all over and praise you for taking your punishment so well. her soft touch brought you back to reality, and she guided you to sit up.

"wow, sweetheart. you really made a mess," melissa said, gesturing to her legs which were sticky with your wetness. you hid your face in your hands.

"stop it, you know i wanna see you. in fact..." she trailed off with a smirk and reached to grab her phone off the nightstand. "touch yourself."

your mouth fell open at the command, and she gave you a challenging look. not wanting to push her any farther tonight, you did as she asked and tried to find a comfortable position.

"spread 'em wide, princess," she said, smiling down at her phone like she wasn't watching your every move.

a burning heat ran through you at her words. you leaned back and started to gently circle your clit through your panties, anxiously awaiting her next move. you were a whimpering, blushing mess when she finally looked up at you with a grin.

"stay just like that," she said while bringing her phone up to point it at you. you heard the clicking noise of the iphone camera and your eyes widened. melissa had never done anything like this before.

"w-what are you doing?" you barely managed the sentence as your fingers worked you up, making you gasp.

"oh, just givin' myself a little treat for later," she replied coyly. "and maybe next time you act up, i'll show ya these. make ya remember your place."

you shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot all over from your fingers and the humiliation. melissa noticed and put her phone aside to look in your eyes.

"color?" she whispered.

"pink..." you replied shyly. that meant she could keep going. she smiled and cupped your face in her hands, kissing you softly.

her hand traveled down to remove yours from between your legs. she finally laid you down on the bed, running her hands up your thighs. your legs fell open for her and she leaned in to inspect your swollen folds.

she hummed as she trailed two fingers through your wetness, earning her a pitiful noise. when she pulled away and mosied over to the dresser drawer, you knew what she was going to do.

"i think you're wet enough for the strap, don't you?" she pulled out a bright red one that you had never seen before. she watched your eyes as you reacted to its size.

"i bought this as a surprise for you knowin' you'd go crazy over it," she mused as she adjusted the harness and attached the dildo to it.

"mel, it's... big," you said, looking up at her with wide eyes as she positioned herself above you.

"yeah, hon, that's why i bought it," she teased, smirking as if it was the most obvious reply in the world. you breathed a sigh of relief as she covered the strap in a thick layer of lube.

she took the cock in one hand and maneuvered it through your folds, pressing on your clit and making you cry out. you shuddered when she positioned it at your entrance.

"you ready for me?" melissa trailed a finger under your chin and forced you to meet her eyes.

"pink," you breathed, and she pushed the tip in. you felt the stretch immediately, and melissa used her free hand to rub your abdomen soothingly.

she continued to work her way into you, her hand never stopping its comforting motions. when she bottomed out, you felt so full you could hardly breathe. it was a thrill.

you nodded at her to signal she could move, and she started to fuck you slow and hard. the size of the strap-on allowed her to hit places that you'd never felt before, and you couldn't hold back your moans.

her thrusts became rougher very quickly, and she dug her thumbs into your hips to balance herself. you knew there would be marks there tomorrow. her pace and the low groans she let out suggested that she was still hanging on to some frustration in need of release.

she hit your g-spot and you screamed, overwhelmed with the feeling of her. she noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching: shaking legs, parted lips, strangled moans. in response, melissa reached down to rub your bundle of nerves roughly, and that sent you over the edge.

"good girl, so good," she coaxed you through your high. you thought she would stop after one. oh how naive you were. you were trembling and squirming away from her, and she just continued to rub your clit, rocking gently inside you.

"come on, honey, give me another, i know you can," she encouraged you, peppering you with sweet kisses. you nodded and she started to fuck you again in earnest.

every nerve ending in your body was buzzing, and all you could feel was melissa. she thrusted into you like her life depended on it, and you admired her face as she worked you. her red hair hung around her face, which had also become red from the exertion. it felt amazing—hell, it felt insane—to feel her hitting all the most sensitive spots inside you. but it felt even more amazing to have the sexiest woman on the planet on top of you, working your body like it was her life's mission.

when your second orgasm washed over you, it was more intense than the first. it drained all the power from your body and you surrendered yourself to your fiery lover. she again whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you along. when you had stopped shuddering, she pulled out.

you caught your breath and watched her rise to her feet, humming as she took off the strap. you could see a devious glint in her expression that told you you weren't done quite yet.

after that small taste of relief, melissa stalked over to you and spread your legs once more. you whined in discomfort, too sensitive to take any more.

"shhhh, baby, lemme clean you," she soothed before beginning to lap at you, savoring your taste. she tried to avoid your clit but her nose brushed against it, bringing a pained noise from you. she hummed into you and kept going, stroking your legs to relax you.

after you had gotten comfortable with the feeling of her tongue she drifted up to your clit, circling it but avoiding direct contact. you gasped and bucked up into her mouth despite your best efforts. even the smallest touch felt like an electric shock.

when your whines turned to quiet moans, melissa wrapped her mouth around your clit and started to suck, rolling her tongue over it. the pressure was white-hot and deadly, and it sent you over the edge in seconds.

"my sweet angel, i love you, you did so well for me..." she comforted you through the comedown. she stroked your sides and you relaxed into her touch, your heartbeat finally slowing. she placed a fond kiss on your forehead, then got up to get a washcloth and some water for you.

...

"i won the read-a-thon today..." she said while she cleaned you.

"i noticed," you giggled, smiling up at her. the love in her eyes made the green irises sparkle and swim with possibility. "i'm so proud of you."

"you coulda said that earlier!" she joked, recalling your misbehavior. there was a comfortable silence before she spoke again. "actually, i think i like it when you fight me a little."

you gazed at her fondly and laughed again, feeling warm and cared for. "i noticed."

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