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There is light at the end of the tunnel II Mary Earps x Reader

"I just want to say thank you so much to my loved ones who have picked me up off the kitchen floor to be here today, not specifically tonight but a few years ago. For anyone who has been in a dark place, just know there is light at the end of the tunnel, so keep going." ~ Mary Earps, The Best Fifa Football Awards 2023

masterlist I word count: 2121

disclaimer: description of depressive behavior but with happy ending

A few years ago…

“I can’t move from the floor.”, Mary announced to you over the phone. Her voice sounded uncharacteristically flat and emotionless. Deeply concerned you asked her:” Mary, are you okay?” “No.”, the goalkeeper numbly replied. This was it immediately you started to act:” I’m looking for flights right now. I can be in Wolfsburg in the evening. Babett will drive me to your place.”

“No. Don’t come only because of this.”, your girlfriend whispered. You sighed before explaining: “Mary, I’m not only coming because of that. You haven’t sound like your usual sunshine self for a while now.” “It’s nothing.”, she tried to shrug it off. But you just ignored her answer: “Your spare key is still hidden at the same place, right?” “Yes.” “Alright. See you in the evening.”, with these words you ended your phone call.

Only a couple of hours later you found yourself in Babet Peters car. From Marys teammate you wanted to know:” Babs, how is Mary doing? Please be honest with me.” “Honestly? I don’t know. She’s been isolating a lot later.”, she truthfully said. Worried you remarked:” That doesn’t sound like her at all.” “No, it’s not.”, the German agreed.

The rest of the car ride you spend without talking. As Babett reached the place the goalkeeper lived at you could not get out of the car quickly enough:” Thanks for driving me.” “Call if you need anything, okay?” Grateful you responded to the defenders offer:” Okay. See you.”

In a rush you picked up the spare key and let yourself into Mary’s appartement:” Mary?” “Kitchen.”, she stated, sounding very exhausted as if the announcement alone costed her a lot of energy. You tried to compensate that with a cheerful tone: “Hi, are you hungry? Do you want me to cook your favourite dish?” “No.”, slowly the goalkeeper shook her head.

A sad expression appeared on your face as you repeated:“No?” “I’m not hungry.”, Mary said while she kept laying on the ground of the kitchen. The light in this room was as dimmed as the mood she was currently in.

Concerned you looked up to the ceiling not trusting the bulb to keep on for a much longer time before turning your attention back to your girlfriend:” Have you eaten anything today.” “This morning.”, the goalkeeper declared annoyed by your concern of her eating.

With a sigh you gave up trying to bring routine back into your girlfriends life. It was obviously not the right time. In an attempt to be close to her while still giving her enough space, you laid down next to her on the kitchen floor. Patiently, you were waiting for Mary to spark the conversation again but she remained silent. You could see the thoughts racing behind her eyes as she kept staring at the ceiling.

Crossing your arms behind your head, you did the same; “To be fair, your kitchen ceiling does miss some glow-in-the-dark stars.“ “What for?“, Mary replied, her gaze still fixed straight in front of her. You turned your head towards her; “So you can see the light at the end of the tunnel.“ “What if there is no light?“, she countered bleakly, finally looking at you. You smiled softly; “There’s always one. Trust me.“ Carefully, you took her hand in yours, guided it towards your lips and softly pressed a kiss onto her knuckles. Just that little motion made the tears in Marys eyes well up again.

She shook her had, barely noticeable; “But maybe it’s not in football.“ You frowned, finally understanding the reason for her misery. “You have all the options, Mary, but I think you’re not done with football yet…“ “I’m not getting called up for the national team anymore. I’m barely playing here.“, she explained with desperation in her voice. “Love, this is not the end. Even if it might feel like it at the moment.“. You put a hand on your girlfriends tear-stained cheek. “No, you don’t understand…“, she replied bleakly, not turning away from your touch yet. She seemed horribly exhausted. “Explain it to me.“, you pleaded.

The words came bubbling out immediately; “I have a mortgage to pay off. I’m not making enough money with football. Especially when I’m not playing anymore.“ “Hey, I can help you out…“, you offered, but Mary shook her head; “I don’t want help. I’m benched here, I wasn’t called up for the lionesses again. I don’t know why I’m even doing this anymore.“ She was visibly upset, so you tried your best to keep your voice calm and soothing; “It’s not weak to get help, Mary.“ “That’s not the problem. I just don’t want to feel as useless anymore as I do now!“ You flinched involuntarily, hearing her talk about herself like that; “Mary, you’re never useless.“

“Easy to say.“, she mumbled, her voice now thick with tears. You sighed, momentarily running out of words of comfort; “I know.““It just.. it feels like all effort is worthless. I’m working my ass off and I’m still not good enough.”, the goalkeeper tried to put her feelings into words. These self-destructive words from the person you loved the most made you shook your head determinedly: “No, you’re always good enough.”

“Stop that.”, Mary begged you. Confused you glanced at her:” Stop what?” “Telling me that.”, she answered in an earnest tone. Reluctantly you said:” Okay.” “Thanks.”, your girlfriend let out a shaky breath. “You’re welcome.” Desperate Mary announced: “I just feel like shit.”

“Maybe we should start move you into your bed.”, you thought out loud. The taller woman who felt like all of her energy had left her body, asked you: “Why?” “Because the floor is really uncomfortable, don’t you agree?”, you wanted to know from her, a weak smile on her lips. A laugh escaped the goalkeeper’s mouth which warmed your heart:” I think it’s quite nice.” “Really?”, sceptically you threw up an eyebrow. An amused grin was slowly appearing on Marys face:“Don’t you think?” “No.”, you disagreed sternly. “Fine then.”, your girlfriend gave in.

Carefully you stood up before you helped the goalkeeper up aswell: “I think I’ll start cooking something for us.” “Wait. I’ll help.”, Mary offered her assistance, a bit of her usual self was glimpsing through her sadness. With a shy smile you pressed a kiss on to her cheek:”Thanks.” “You’re welcome.”

Quickly you cooked something, and you were relieved about the fact that your girlfriend was able to eat a bit of it despite everything. After the dinner you noticed your girlfriends, cheek turning red as they always did when she got tired or played:” Time for bed?” “Sure.”, Mary could not suppress a yawn during her reply.

Only a few minutes later you found yourself in your girlfriend’s bed, your head was resting on her broad chest, the beating of her heart was a comforting sound in your ears especially tonight.

Cautiously Mary started:” So..?” “Yes?”, you lifted your head to look into her beautiful eyes who were still a little red from all the crying earlier. Carefully she continued:” You think it’s not time to quit football yet?” “I don’t.”, you answered confidently. Truth be told you did not know why you were so certain about this but your heart told you that there was still so much more for her in store as a goalkeeper.

Mary took a deep breath, trying to calm herself; “Maybe you’re right.“ “Also, you never give up so easily…“, you said which caused your girlfriend to frown. “I don’t think it’s easily. I’ve been playing for years.“, she stated. “That’s true.“ “But I’m not going anywhere.“, she finished with a sigh. Fresh sympathy for your girlfriend washed over you. You gently squeezed her hand. “I’m proud of you. You know that, right?“ “I do. And I’m grateful for where I am. But you know I always want to be better.“, Mary admitted. “I do.“ She rubbed her free hand over her face; “It’s just hard to balance everything.“ “But you’re so good at balancing.“, you replied. “But sometimes the whole thing just tips over…“, she continued, letting her hand fall from her face.

You smiled to yourself; “You mean like me when I spill yet another drink with my clumsiness?“ “Basically.“, Mary answered, returning the smile. Your heart skipped a beat, seeing her face light up again. “And you have great team mates here.“ “I do.“ Her face turned serious again, the small moment gone again. You watched her for a moment, debating if it was the right time to ask her. Nervously, you asked; “What do you think about if I moved here to Wolfsburg?“ “What?“ Marys expression was unreadable, so you just shrugged; “You heard me.“ “Seriously?“ “Yes, I’m serious about it.“

Your girlfriend stared at you, her mouth agape while you waited for an answer. “I would prefer to go back to England if I get the chance…“, Mary revealed sheepishly. Taken aback by the news, you plainly answered; “That would be great.“ “I want to be closer to you and my family again. Maybe that would help.“, she explained. You nodded empathetically. This did make sense now. “I’m sure it will.“ There were a few moments of silence between you.

Apparently you both needed to let this conversation settle. With a slight look of relief, Mary turned to you; “Thanks for coming though.“ “No worries.“, you replied, blinking against the tiredness that suddenly came over you. Mary let out a breath that was half a sigh and half a laugh; “A lot of worries actually. But you not having my back definitely isn’t one of them.“ “I’ll always have your back. I promise.“, you replied, suppressing a yawn. “I know that.“ Mary smiled softly while running a hand through your hair. Your heavy eye lids closed at the touch; “Sleep well, Mary.“ “You too, love.“, she whispered.

Years later that scene faded into the background of your mind but during Mary’s The Best Fifa Football Awards speech for the best goalkeeper it brought the old, sad memory back to life. She had such a low point in her career aswell as in her personal life in Wolfsburg which people tended to forget because of the major success your now wife recently had. Winning the Euros last summer was the icing on the cake. The words Mary was able to find to remind people that there was always a light at the end of the tunnel moved you to tears.

Amused Lucy Bronze glanced at you:” Are you crying because of your wife’s speech?” “Oh, shut up, Lucy. It was really a tough time to her back when in Wolfsburg.”, you replied with a sad smile. Still the defender kept teasing:“Can’t believe you’d be crying.” “Those are proud tears.”, you pointed out to her. A huge grin was on the dark haired woman face:“Oh, they are?” “Of course.”, you laughed while you tried to wipe away the upcoming tears. Clearing her throat Lucy demanded from you as she saw your wife coming back to join you two:“Stop crying.”

” Lucy, did you make my wife cry?!”, Mary yelled smiling at her England teammate. Quickly the defender shouted back:“You made her cry!” “Because of your beautiful speech.”, you explained the goalkeeper. An apologetic smile was forming on her lips:“I’m sorry.” “You deserve to win this so much Mary.”, you softly shook your head. Touched Mary answered: “Thanks. But I wouldn’t have done it without you.” “You’re welcome.” “Who knew how fast things can change.”, she reminisced. In a low voice you agreed:“Very true.” “Come here.”, Mary requested. Quickly you followed her demand as you gave her a kiss which you hoped transmitted how proud you were of her. Close to your ear the goalkeeper whispered a sincere:” Thank you.”

The cute moment between only the two of you was interrupted by Beth Mead who immediately pulled your wife into a hug:” Well done, Mearps.” “Thanks, girls.”, Mary beamed at her teammates. Meanwhile Vivianne Miedema couldn’t help but to add :” At least one right person won tonight. Beth should have gotten the prize not Alexia Putellas.” “Viv, stop.”, her girlfriend was eyerolling at her. This made Lucy choose the dutch forward’s side:” No, I agree with your girlfriend. As much as I like Alexia.”

Still this did not dimmer Beth’s celebratory mood:”Come on girls, it’s time to party!” “Yes, come on, love.”, Mary turned to you enthusiastically. Excited you let her take your hand: “Can’t wait to start dancing with you.”

The goalkeeper winked at you:” Hope you’re ready for it.” As you were making your way on to the dance floor you replied cheerfully:” With you? Always.” Let the good times roll in.

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sevsdollette · 1 year

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Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49324864/chapters/124546213#workskin

content warning: still smut. (MDNI) they’re at the brothel this time. fingering, edging, strap on. bondage and like dub con, i guess? obviously reader is into it but Sevika just kinda does what she wants with her to teach her a lesson. brat taming.

summary: It seems like she’s not a customer anymore. Your night could’ve been peaceful, and surely your coworkers would be jealous of you taking their business.

chapters:

1. Relaxing Night

2. A Long Night at Work

note: this one’s fun. tell me why i cared enough about zaun currency to read a reddit post to learn about it. probably still got it wrong too bc i skimmed :/ still in love with her and trying to include more backstory. the reader is like very much based on my arcane oc because why not? it’s my writing i do what i want. also i just really like that story so i want to put it out there. anyway, this one is like just all smut. not much fluff, sorry, but the next one will have plenty of playful banter. hope you like :) (proofread? never heard of her)

—————— 18+ ——————

Life at Babette’s wasn’t nearly as bad as some could picture it. The job itself already gave you a place to sleep—a roof over your head. You were at a point where you were worth enough that only tolerable customers came through. Sure, you had your share of creeps, but most were clean and civilized.

Babette was like your family at this point. You’d been working for her since you turned 18. She had been promising you a job for years before that but wouldn’t allow it until you were old enough. The enforcers would take one look at a minor in her house and arrest her, even if you weren’t working. The day you turned 18, you got off the street.

The worst part was the enforcers. They would raid the place, looking for any drop of shimmer or illegal coins. Some were just trying to do their job. Others would pin you to the ground and cuff you if you blinked at one of them wrong. They’d have their fun teasing you, trashing your room “searching” for illegal activity, before spitting on you and leaving with nothing.

In another life, you were a fighter. In that life, you’d had your fair share of enforcer blood on your hands.

But in this one, you were already too beaten down to care.

Piltover had taken everything from you, much like it did to everyone else. You were one of the only workers that didn’t accept Topside clients. They could go fuck themselves; they didn’t need your help.

That was part of the reason fucking Sevika gratified you so much. It made you feel like you were really pissing off the enforcers, screwing the crime ring’s best fighter. You were helping her grow her forearm strength that night.

You hadn’t run into her since that night. It had been about a week and you’d been lying low. You never knew with those sorts of situations. People could always have ulterior motives. Besides, the lesser known brothel down the road had been raided a couple days ago and you were preparing for the day they came to you.

Sevika surely intrigued you. Given the chance, you would fuck her again, but you knew the likelihood of that. She was too important to hook up with the same person twice. She had every woman in the undercity at her disposal. You were just a whore.

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The night was still young as you sat up after your last client. They were an excited couple that was much too interested in having a third.

Some of the party left a little disappointed.

In the end, the husband was just watching you take care of his wife. The idea made you chuckle even now.

On your bedside table was your payment. Five silver and two bronze. They didn’t tip well.

Your room at Babette’s was one of the largest there. Lavish curtains hung from the ceiling like it was a deep purple and black circus tent. Silver beading and faux gems hung around the banisters of your canopy bed. The lighting came from low lamps and dripping candles scattered around the room.

The bed, of course, was the centerpiece. It was even on a raised platform compared to the rest of the room. It was a large king with the softest silk a Zaunite could ever touch. There were secret hooks and straps hidden on the sides for easy access, and the bedside tables were packed full of toys.

Other than the bed, There was a small lounge sofa, a mirror, a long plush rug, and a swing. There were other small pieces of furniture around like cushion chairs and little tables, but nothing to be paid attention to.

You got used to your feet and walked down to the other half of the room. You approached the mirror, checking if they left any marks and if they messed up your makeup too badly.

Everything seemed good, and you checked the rest of you. You were wearing a tight black velvet corset with a straight neckline that pressed your chest up. It was part of an underwear set that connected to garters and thigh-high stockings. Your heels had been tossed somewhere around the room, and you didn’t care to find them.

On the coffee table beside the sofa was your mask, which you promptly slid back on. It was simple black and covered down to the tip of your nose. Thin silver laced the edges.

You fell onto the couch, lying across it like a luxurious woman and not an undercity whore. You had the glamor of a woman from Piltover but not the reputation.

You closed your eyes, taking this brief moment of silence. Of course, you could hear the distant sounds that came along with the job. Erotic noises came from nearly every room around, but they blended in after so many years of being there. Someone was always laughing, screaming, moaning, and weeping.

A moment later you rang a bell for the interns to come in and change your bedsheets. They did so quickly and left without saying a word. You were glad. They were a bitchy bunch trying to take your job. All because they thought they were hotter, prettier, or more skilled.

They weren’t.

Out in the hall you heard someone approaching in clicking heels. The curtains to your room slid open, and your coworker Zanira poked her head inside. Her eyes were wide, and she looked around for you somewhat frantically. “Babe, you’ve got a customer coming.”

“Okay.” Your brow furrowed at her. Usually there wasn’t an odd warning before a customer. They just walked on in. You blinked at Zanira. “Let them through?” You didn’t know how to respond in such a random interaction.

Zanira pursed her lips, obviously wanting to say something, but she just nodded and closed the curtain. Her heels clicked as she walked away, and heavy footsteps replaced hers. They were getting louder.

The curtains rustled, being pushed open for the large frame that entered.

A sly smile spread on your face as you watched her look around for you. When her dark, gray eyes met yours, you cooed, “Come back for more?”

When you heard her footsteps you assumed it was some ghastly man coming through for a quick fuck. This was a pleasant surprise. Though, whatever state she left you in would surely impact how the rest of your workday went.

Sevika pulled the curtains closed and clipped them shut. You followed every movement of hers, focusing on how her fingers flexed as she tied the curtains shut. “I heard you’re an expensive one,” she said, eyes sliding back over to meet yours.

You nodded proudly. “It takes a golden hex to get me to do anything.” It took you years to earn your reputation.

“Hm.” She looked over all your furniture, analyzing what the two of you had at your disposal. “What’ll you do for three?”

You smiled mockingly, cooing, “Fall in love with you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then I’m glad I only have two.”

You scoffed. You didn’t need her attitude if that’s all she was here to give. “What brings you here? My girl looked a little alarmed when she saw you coming through.”

Her brow creased and she turned fully to face your side of the room. “Am I not allowed to be here? I come all the time.”

“Yes, but you usually stay with the more… docile of our servers.”

She liked submissives. You’d heard their cries every now and then when you knew she was around. When you would speak to them and they’d mention her, they’d whisper with blush in their cheeks and a prudishness to their words.

You were no such doe.

“Come here and I'll show you why.”

You cocked one eyebrow. “I’m not moving until I see money.”

For just a moment, her strong demeanor faltered. Did she really expect you to crack like that? It was almost cute. She was disappointed. You weren’t like the easy sluts down the hall that listened to her every beck and call.

“What?” You pulled yourself up by the back of the sofa. You now sat across it like a model. It was enchanting and you knew it. “You think just because we hooked up at a bar that you don’t have to pay me?”

That was an off-the-clock fuck for fun. For actual pleasure. If she found you while you were in this room, she had to pay you. There was no premium pass just because of what happened in the back room of the Last Drop.

Though, you wanted her. Half of your brain said “so what? Whatever will happen will be worth much more than whatever she’ll pay you”. The way she stared down at you made you hot. She was there for one reason, and, hell, you wanted to make sure she got what she came for.

“You weren’t asking for payment the other night. Say, by the way you looked I doubt you even remembered what a hex looked like at the time.”

Images of what the two of you had done came flooding back (as if they ever left), and you pressed your thighs together slightly.

Still, curtly, you asked, “Is that so?” You faked a pout. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Your vulnerability is showing, Sevika. Don’t be so desperate, now.”

Her face hardened into stone, and she looked down at you with stern eyes. You would be lying if you didn’t say it excited you. This little game the two of you played was pure entertainment.

She stalked over to you and stopped when she stood above you. You stayed lying back, acting as cool as could be. She leaned down, placing one finger under your chin to tilt your face up to meet her eyes. She didn’t smile as she said, “You’re real cute when you act like you’re in charge.” She pointed across the room. “In bed. Now.”

A shallow breath fell from your lips and, yeah, just like she said, you couldn’t even remember what money was. You wanted her again—you needed her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fuck, you’d make up the money some other way.

You stood up, slipping past her as she ran her hand down your back and watched you go. Her gaze was like glue to your backside, you could tell.

“And get rid of that fucking mask.”

You threw it to the floor.

You crawled into your bed, pushing the covers back and sitting up by the pillows. Across the room, Sevika walked over slowly, pretending to be interested in everything else in the room but you.

When she reached the bed, She stood at one of the banisters, leaning against it and crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong?” You cocked your head to the side. “Water too cold for you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all.” She gestured to all of you. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Her tone had you wishing you would listen to her. She did something to you no other fuck did. Just the way she raked her eyes down your body made you shiver. But you couldn’t let her know that.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I’m not doing anything to you until you do, and if you don’t start listening to me when I tell you the first time, we’re going to have some problems.”

“Then I guess we have problems.” You stuck your bottom lip out, mocking her.

She sighed, raking her hand through her hair. She looked back down at you. “Come here.”

You crawled forward, stopping at the edge of the bed where she was and getting up on your knees to meet her eye level.

“Oh, but you’ll listen to me now?”

You smiled. “I choose what I want to do.”

“Yeah, alright.” She wrapped her hand around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson last time. Now, I’m losing faith in you.”

She squeezed just tight enough to have you dizzy. You grasped her forearm, leveling yourself and she held you up just slightly. Excitement riddled your body and you felt yourself getting wet. You wondered how much longer until you broke.

“And, gods, you’re gonna have to stop talking,” she growled, getting close enough to your face that you could smell her.

“But—“

She pressed a metal finger to your lips. “No.”

You swallowed a boulder. Her grip on your neck was starting to have you see stars. It was heavenly. She leaned in, but flinched back when you tried to do the same. She held an ironic, menacing grin as she held you still and kissed you.

It felt like a wash of relief. As much as you were playing to cool, you wanted her so badly. Your panties were ruined and soon you would be too. The heat in your core was nearly unbearable.

Her hand squeezed just the slightest bit tighter around your throat and she had you gasping. You clawed at her forearm and she continued to kiss you, sliding her tongue beside yours. Instead of letting you win, she took one of your frantic hands and brought it down to your underwear, encouraging you.

The room was rocking and spinning around you. Sevika kept you wrapped in her kiss as your shaky hand slipped into your underwear and you dragged one finger through your folds.

A strangled moan ruptured your kiss. Sevika moved to kiss your cheek, jaw, and then your neck as your fingers began to circle your clit. The feelings together were the perfect mix, and you felt yourself relaxing into her touch. Despite this being only your second time together, she knew exactly where to drag her teeth to have you moaning into her ear.

She took her hand from your throat, caressing it down your body as her metal arm kept you firm in her grasp. You needed it. You kept a slow, torturous pace on yourself and it was starting to make you weak. You’d finish soon if you weren’t careful.

Sevika kissed down your neck and across your collar. Her arm hooked around your waist and reached for the laces of your corset. “How do I get this off of you?”

You could hardly think with your hand still massaging your clit. With your free hand, you reached behind yourself and felt around for the right tie.

She was impatient, taking her sharp metal finger and slicing through every row of laces.

“Sev!”

The corset fell off your front and she pushed it out from between the two of you. She stared down at your breast, taking one in her hand as she muttered, “I’ll get you a new one.” She rolled your nipple between her fingers, having you sigh. “Now, shut up.”

“You can’t make me—“

Her lips caught you in another kiss and she led you to lie down on your back. She moved you so the two of you were lying properly in the bed.

You could feel your orgasm coming. You rubbed your clit faster as she seemed distracted with your breast. She dragged her lips down your body and took one of your nipples in her mouth. She ran her teeth over the sensitive skin, sucking it into her mouth. The sensations of all your pleasures made you feel electrified and you could stop from moaning her name.

You were expecting a boring night. But this was anything but that. her figure over yours was enough alone to send you over the edge. Just to know that you were in her arms, being ordered around by her, being punished by her, was maddening. You felt dizzy even without her hand around your throat.

Just as you thought you were going to cum, she pulled your hand out of your panties.

“But…” Your eyes got lost in hers.

“You really don’t stop talking,” she grumbled. You watched as she leaned over and pulled one of the drawers of your nightstand open. Excitement fluttered in your stomach as you wondered what she was grabbing.

She came back with a cloth tie. She sat back between your legs, holding it up menacingly. “Maybe this’ll help you shut up.”

Before you could protest, she was wrapping it around your head and tying it tight enough that you couldn’t speak. The gag pressed into your mouth and you bit down on it with as much attitude as you could, glaring back at her.

“There,” she smiled. “So much prettier when you’re quiet.”

You spit curse at her through the cloth, only becoming more irritated as she nodded along mockingly. As if she could understand every gargled word. Her grin only widened with every nasty word.

Her coarse hands ran over your ribs, reaching around you to flip you over on your stomach. “Stay there.”

And before you could jerk your hands up to move or untie the cloth, she had your wrists pinned behind your back. They fit between the grasp of her calloused palm snugly and she held you still.

She was reaching over again, grabbing another tie to keep your wrists together. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you were more obedient.”

You lay there, completely at her disposal, as she picked up your hips and moved them where she wanted. You were on your knees, shoulders and face pressed into your sheets, and growing wetter by the second. Your clit still pulsed from your fingers, and you needed her to touch you.

Everything she did to you was different and electrifying. Hundreds of people came to visit you but none knew how to touch you like she did.

You turned your head to one side, craning your neck to see her behind you. She was pulling her shirt off and then her bra. It was an entrancing sight, watching the muscles in her shoulders and neck move to pull the clothes over her head. Her brow was tense with focus as she dropped her things off the side of the bed.

You looked at her bare figure, nearly moaning just at the sight of her. You needed to see her pants come off too, but she was done, looking back at you with a hooded stare. She was devouring you with her eyes. it sent a shiver up your spine.

She leaned over you, pressing her chest against your back as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. Her breath was hot against your bare neck, and the sound of her breathing so close to your ear made your core drip. She groaned as you pushed your ass up against her hips, her teeth biting down on the back of your shoulder.

Her hands ran down the sides of your torso, dragging her fingertips over your skin to make you shiver. Her hands rubbed the underside of your breasts, massaging your soft mounds.

She cupped your breast in her hands, pressing them against her palms as she pinched your nippled between her fingers. A sigh fell from you as you continued to grind your hips back against hers.

One hand moved down your front, toying with the edge of your panties as she bullied your nipple until it was sure to bruise.

“You don’t need these, do you?” She asked.

Before you could even try to respond, she was ripping through the fabric and pulling it off you. She discarded the tatters before slipping her hand back down and diving into your sensitive folds.

“Mm,” she hummed, collecting your slick on her fingers. “So fucking wet, and I was starting to worry you didn’t like me.”

The tips of her fingers began to push into your entrance, causing you to relax into the mattress as a moan slipped past your clenched teeth. Her two fingers curled inside of you, her palm rubbing your clit as she set a slow and burning pace.

The cool metal of her arm slid around your hip, guiding you to ride her fingers. She forced you to comply with her slow pace though you wanted to rest your finish so badly. With every curl of her fingers, she pressed hard against your most sensitive spot. Your soft walls tensed around her hand, dripping down her knuckles as she left a hickey on your upper back, right where your muscle met your neck.

It was hot and painfully slow how you rutted against her hand. A slow moan slipped from you as she tugged at your sore nipple once more. She rolled it in her fingertips, massaging your soft tissue as she rubbed your clot against the bone of her palm.

“You’re so fucking nasty, baby,” she groaned. “Can’t believe I’m fucking a whore like you.”

A blush spread across your face as you whined, grinding your hips faster to try and get her to speed up. You cried her name with a demand to get her to do what you wanted, but it only came out as a string of muffled grumbles.

“What was that?” Her voice was laced with teasing pleasure. It was dripping with amusement. She pulled her fingers out a bit just to shove them back in harshly, having you suck in a hard breath. “You’ve got something in your mouth, babe. I can’t understand you.” She said it so plainly it was like you didn’t already know. Like you were just that fucking stupid.

She seemed to be taking pity on you, ravishing in the way you squirmed when she went faster. Her assault was unwavering as the pleasure spread throughout your body.

Heat shot to your head as you felt your orgasm coming. Your body was frantic, trying to grind and ride her hand just the way you needed to finish. Stray curses and moan were muted by the gag. The cloth was now soaked with your spit and drying out your tongue.

“What’s that?” She taunted, “You’re close, aren’t you?” Her gravelly voice right by your ear. You nodded quickly, face rubbing against the mattress as your eyes snapped open to look at her. The hair was falling out of her ponytail and curling over her forehead as she hovered behind you, close to your neck.

The constant rubbing of her fingers inside of you had you hardly hearing her. The room was filled with your strangled, muffled moans as all you could focus on was chasing your finish.

As quickly as you felt the orgasm coming, she pulled her fingers out of your soaked cunt. The sudden loss of sensation had you twisting under her, hard and angered words spat through the gag as you flared back at her.

“Hey—hey!” She gripped you by the hair on the back of your neck, tugging your face up to look her in her eyes. “Don’t be suck a fucking brat. You’ll get what you want, be patient.”

Your hair slipped through her fingers as she dropped your head back down onto the mattress. Your face smushed into the sheet as your lower half went cold. She moved off of you, once again reaching into your nightstand to find something else.

Your eyes widened as she pulled out a strap that was bigger than one that had ever been inside of you. That one was only for you to use on other people. You didn’t think it could fit in you.

Her name was butchered through the gag as you tried to get her attention. She was too busy pulling the harness over her hips to care about your worries.

Her pants had already been dropped to the floor, and you fought your hardest to break your wrists from the tie she’s put them in. You wanted to feel the strong hacks of her thighs. Her plain black underwear was low on her hips, revealing how far her deep purple scars went down her body.

“Sev…”

Her eyes flicked up to you. Her face was shadowed with lust. Even if you could tell her that would be too much, she wouldn’t listen. You could still see your juices on her two fingers as she walked back over to the bed, crawling behind you.

“I know,” she assured, rubbing your ass and hip. “You’ll be okay, baby. I know you can take it. You talk a lot of shit, but I see right through you. You like it when I treat you like this.”

Your fingers clenched as you tried to pull your wrists free. She only took it as an opportunity to reach down and kiss your knuckles gently. As if she was trying to be chivalrous and sweet.

A final snarky remark was spat into the gag, and this one was louder than the last. A sharp sting spread across your ass as she spanked you. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as she smacked you again, the pain tingling under your skin. It lingered as she adjusted behind you and began to rub her cock through your soaked folds.

The cold silicone made you shiver and whine into the mattress. She eased you into the feeling, but soon enough she was pressing the tip against your entrance. So covered in your slick, the tip pushed into your puffy pussy with more ease than you expected, but soon the stretch became painful.

A sharp cry broke through the gag as she continued to abuse your cunt. Every time you thought all of it was in you, she pushed just one inch more. Finally, the base of her cocker your entrance and you whimpered at the fullness. There was no more you could’ve fit if she tried. Your walls clenched around her and you pushed your hips into her to convince her to move.

Perhaps her teasing was over because she complied, pulling out and rocking back into you. She found a rhythm that you could keep up with, your thighs shaking and tensing as she thrust you again and again.

The tie around your wrists was beginning to strain the muscle in your shoulders and wrists. Your head pressed to the side made your neck crane and cramp as you were pushed harder into your bed. So fucked out, the pain was hardly noticed compared to the coursing, heated pleasure thy she sent through your core, all the way into your lower belly.

You would’ve stayed there forever. The bed creaked with every thrust of her hips, hitting against the wall as she muttered a mix of cruel and sweet saying to you to coax you along.

At some moment, she moved behind you slightly and slowed her pace. Your worries grew and you thought she was denying you your finish again, but she soon began her cruel humping again.

“Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, leaning down so you could see her. In her hand were her two hexes. “Take it.”

You glared up at her, wrists writhing in their tie.

“Come on,” she urged, holding her hand closer to your face so you could really see the money she was going to give you. “You can’t have it unless you take it from me.”

She jerked her hips into you harder, making the strap shove further into your cunt. She had you groaning, face smushed further into your pillow.

Through the bag came a muffled “fuck you”, and she frowned at you pitifully. She shrugged, moving out of your gaze and dropping the coins somewhere on her clothes.

She thrust roughly into you again. “I think you should just give up on this bratty act. I like you a lot more when you’re broken and fucked out underneath me.”

Sure, she was talking to you, but you weren’t listening. One of her hands had snaked down to your front and was rubbing tight circles around your clit. Together, her stimulation and rutting was quickly driving you to your finish.

If you could talk, you would beg. The pleasure was too overwhelming for you to come up with any bite. You needed to cum. You needed her to take you there.

Your peak was approaching fast. and she could tell from the way your hips pushed back into her more sloppily than before. It was a frantic attempt to finish before she could stop you.

“Come on, baby girl, you can cum.”

That was all you needed, her deep voice pushing you over the she as you keened, going limp into the bed as your orgasm shot through you. It came in heated waves that had you crying for her.

She was kind and slowed with your finish. The ribbed sides of the dildo beginning to burn as she slowly pushed in once more time. Then, she pulled out, rubbing the muscle in your shoulder as she sighed.

Her hand slipped up to undo the gag at the back of your head. Your limp body had her pulling the cloth out from under the other side of your head as you spat it out of your mouth.

A thick breath heaved from your lungs as you licked your dry lips. “Give me a break.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

Your nose wrinkled. With the nastiest, most disrespectful tone you could, you spat out a “please”.

She shook her head, smiling to herself. “Okay, baby, I’ll give you a break while I untie you.”

“What if I run?” You hissed. She loosened the tie around your wrists, and you immediately pulled your hands free, rolling your wrists as you pushed yourself up onto shaky arms.

“You couldn’t even if you tried,” she said, helping you roll over onto your back.

You stared up at her, the hair sticking to her forehead, her chest rising with her heavy breaths, and the imprint of a wet spot on her underwear. The sheen on her broad shoulders and biceps was entrancing as you were lost in the sight of her as she leaned down to kiss you softly.

Her hot tongue slipped against yours as you whined against her lips, cradling her face in your hands. She rubbed her palms down your hips, adjusting your legs and spreading your thighs as she brushed the sticky strap against your core again.

A weak sigh slid between your mouths as you braced yourself to take her again. You were sore, but as the dildo rubbed against your clit, you were alight with arousal once more.

She frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not done ruining you, sweetheart. I want to see you cry on my cock.”

She sunk deep back into you, having you a heaving mess under her. “Now,” she began. “Do you think you can stay quiet without this?” She held up the gag, looking down at you with an expectant gaze.

You let out a heavy breath. As it fell out of you, you realized she’d won. You were too tired and fucked out to bite back. All you wanted now was for her to take care of you. You’d do anything to keep her here with you.

“Good girl.” She rubbed her thumb across your cheek. “See? You can behave.”

She pulled out just enough to ram back in. Your mind was lost in the heat of her. You were ready to beg if need be. You just couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of her fucking into you.

Your hands, still sore from the tie, pressed against her collar and chest. Her skin was softer than expected, and slick with her sweat. You reached between your bodies and cupped her soft breast, massaging it gently. She moaned into your skin, rutting into you so the strap stimulated her clit just as much as she pleasured you.

You were so full, her cock so thick as she rubbed the ribbed sides against your abused walls. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closer as you ran your hands through her hair.

Her lips met yours in another heated, hungry kiss. She was nearly desperate, spit mixing with yours as she thrust harder and you whined against her mouth. Her teeth nipped at your bottom lip. She rested on one elbow, hand threading through your hair as her metal fingers gripped your thigh to keep you tight against her.

She wasn’t focused on your pleasure, humping against you just so she could feel the strap rub against her clit and get her off. She used you as a fucktoy to reach her climax, being ceaseless in her own pace.

The idea of it made you feel close regardless. The fact that you were her’s and she used you however she wanted had warmth spreading through your core and sparking to your clit.

Your eyes began to sting as tears built at the edges. It was a flood of sensations that had you moaning and crying out as she kissed you again.

“You’re okay, sweet girl. You look so beautiful right now.”

She bit down on your neck so hard you were worried she’d draw blood. Your makeup was running down your face as tears collected in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You tugged at her hair, having her moan against your skin.

You met her hips, trying to persuade her rhythm to please you, but she only pushed your hips down harder. “Stay still, baby, I’m close,” she groaned. Her incessant thrust only hurt, smacking against your cervix as she chased her high.

Another wave of arousal rolled through your body as her chest pressed against yours, her nipples pressed into your skin and breasts. It didn’t take much longer before she became a mess above you, moaning loudly in your ear as she jumped her cock into you quickly to satisfy her finish.

Stray whispers of praise fell from her lips as she continued to thrust into you, wanting to see you cum and you were close. Shivers shot down your spine as she dragged her lips across your jaw, and your orgasm came on suddenly, having you shake and your vision go white. You screamed, nails digging into her shoulder as your pleasure overtook you.

She hushed you, hand rubbing your hip to coax you down from your high. Heavy breath heaved through your chest as you lay there, hot and thoroughly fucked as she helped you come back to her. Your eyes cracked back open, finding her looking down at you gently with a slight crease in her brow.

“You there, doll?”

You smiled, nodding as she rubbed her thumb across your bottom lip. Sharp exhales still shot through you as you relaxed against the bed and in her arms.

She pulled out slowly, easing out as you but your lip from the sensation. You watched as she took the harness off. She came back with a cloth and wiped the insides of your thighs.

“Why can’t you be this nice all the time,” you jested, pushing her shoulder gently with one foot.

She scoffed, laughing lightly. “I could say the same thing to you.”

You made an annoyed sound in your throat, brushing her off as she got back up. The mattress shifted with her weight and you tried your best to sit up and lean back against your pillows. Your wrists ached as you pushed yourself up, and the tendons in your thighs were sore as you closed your legs.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you muttered. “How am I supposed to do my job now?”

She shrugged, pulling her pants back on. “That’s not my problem.”

You crossed your arms. “Food is expensive.” You didn’t make enough money that day to buy dinner for yourself yet, and you were starting to get hungry. She tired you out in every sense. Hell, you really needed some water too.

“Okay,” she nodded. “How about I make it up to you? I’ve got a poker game tomorrow night and one of my guys just bailed. There’s an empty spot at the table if you want it.”

Your brow furrowed. Why the hell did she want you there?

“You can eat as much as you want,” she offered.

Your head tilted to the side. Every pro and con ran through your mind and a million questions shot through you, but one came to the surface: “Why me?”

“Because I want someone easy to beat,” she teased, pulling her shirt over her head. She saw your glare and shook her head. “Really, there’s just no one else, and the game won’t be as good with less people. You seem like you could hold your own against the guys I hang out with—much better than the girls down the hall.”

Surely, she had some ultimotives. She probably just wanted to get in your pants again but was trying to be nice enough so you would let her. A night at her poker table would probably be a good time. You gambled with some of the other workers when business was slow and you thought you were pretty good. Besides, being seen with her so publicly would probably keep you safer when walking down the street.

“What time should I be there?”

She was fully dressed, standing at the edge of the bed. If she was happy with you agreeing, she didn’t show it. “About nine.”

“Okay. Fine.”

She nodded, leaning over the bed. “Okay, I have to go now.” She motioned for you to come forward and kissed you slowly when you complied.

She hummed against your lips. “Walk me out?”

“Funny.”

She laughed, leaning back and muttering a goodbye as she walked out. You said it back quietly, face slightly contorted in confusion as you tried to figure her out.

After she was gone, you laid there for a while in silence. Your sweat stuck to your skin as you ran your hands over your hair to tame it in the back. You wiped the makeup that was smudged under your eye.

A few minutes later, Zanria poked her head back into your room. You assumed she was just being nosy, but you soon saw she was carrying a tray of something.

“What?” You asked, feeling a bit too tired to be nice.

“She paid for this,” Zanria said, walking up to you in the bed. You sat up more to see the platter full of grapes, cheese, chocolate, and other small foods. There was a small pitcher of water, too.

Of course she did. She seemed to care about you a lot more than she was supposed to, and you weren’t complaining.

You only hoped it wouldn’t get too deep

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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Seven

Master List of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: Oh my goodness, an early update from me?? How crazy! I never update early the world must be ending. I know it's only like a day, but still, it's a day early! For someone reason, it was super easy to write. I don't know what that says about me. xD I want to thank y'all sooooo much for constantly supporting me. When I first started this fic, I honestly thought nobody would read it and that those who did would hate bomb me. Everyone who has commented has been super nice to me, and I honestly can't thank you enough for it. I do want to warn you, though, that there's going to be a chapter in the distant future where were discuss Aegon's not-so-consensual activities. That's all I'm going to say about that. I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's a steamy one toward the end. ;)

Chapter Warnings: Flash Back, Somnophilia

Prince Daemon opened the door to Madam's brothel like a dark cloud, slowly traveling with the threat of a storm, Dark Sister tapping the frame. Rage was his presence as he entered, though his outward appearance seemed as if he was unbothered. He was on a mission, and he had only one question.

"Where is she?" He asked the first woman he saw, a client on her arm. She smiled at him sweetly.

"Give me one moment Ser, so I can escort this handsome patron out, and I will be right with you." She buttered the man up, her words a purr in his ear as she stroked his cheek.

Daemon rolled his eyes, taking three long strides to the girl and grabbing her by the arm. "You will listen to me and listen well. Forget this fool." She whimpered, letting go of the man's arm as she went to shield her face.

"I am Prince Daemon Targaryen, the man who created the very Gold Cloaks that will burn this establishment to the ground should I snap my fingers." She nodded, eyes teary and lips quivering. The girl was confused and caught unaware by the Prince's presence. He had not been here in quite some time, ever the loyal husband to Princess Rhaenyra.

"Where is Madam?" He seethed through gritted teeth at her prolonged silence. The whore took a shaking breath, hesitating momentarily as she glanced at Dark Sister, deciding the truth would be better than Valyrian steel through her stomach.

She leads Daemon to a back room, hidden and out of the way so no simple-minded customers could mistakenly enter. A small fire was lit, and a cast iron cauldron hung over it as Madam stood hunched, her shoulders shaking.

"Madam," the girl spoke softly, and she straightened her posture, wiping at her face as she turned to scold the worker, but stopped short, seeing a former star patron.

"Prince Daemon," she curtsied, sniffling to clear her nose, "to what do I owe the pleasure?" Madam knew she was playing a dangerous game.

"You know exactly why I am here," he replied firmly. Madam tilted her head at her worker, silently telling her working girl to leave.

"I am not sure I do. You know better than anyone that there is no need to come directly to me in order to schedule a session," she said dismissively.

Of course, Madam knew precisely why he was here. It was the exact reason why she was crying.

"Do not play dumb, Babette. Where is Elaina?" He asked, losing patience.

"I already told you this many years ago when you first asked. My answer has not changed. She went back home to the North." Daemon scoffed, rolling his eyes again as he stepped closer.

"I may have believed that lie once, but not anymore. She has no ties to her family." Madam sighed, shaking her head and raising her arms as if talking to a belligerent child.

"I am not sure what you want me to say, Your Grace. That was all the explanation she gave me before disappearing."

Daemon growled, charging at the poor woman and pushing her against the fireplace by her neck. Madam could not react, nearly falling into the simmering stew pot as she grappled for purchase.

"Stop protecting her, Babette; I have no intention to harm. I need answers," he spat.

"I have none to give," she relented, ever the strong woman from years prior.

"Stop lying to me!" He yelled, shoving her into the hearth, her head smacking the stone. "Where is Elaina? Where is my child?"

Madam was a force to be reckoned with herself, but when put against the Rogue Prince, the man crowned King of the Step Stones, she had no choice but to yield. Her years of hardening were not meant to withstand the flames of a dragon.

"Elaina is dead, thanks to the babe you put in her belly, and that child-- my child," Daemon's grip loosened, a lump beginning to form in his throat, "that I have raised into a beautiful young woman has been taken by your eldest nephew for reasons unknown to me,"

Sadness replaced his rage, a dark, depressing feeling shadowing in the pit of his stomach.

Yet another woman in his life has died from childbirth—his mother, sister-in-law, wife, and now a former mistress. Did the cycle of maternal loss ever end? The water wheel that was the Targaryen's customs was spun by endless blood and loss. Daemon's face was stone, though his heart was not. A twitch of his lip indicated he was upset by the news of Elaina's death.

Finally, he stepped away from Madam. Was he destined to lose every woman he had cared for on the birthing bed? What would become of Rhaenyra? She had just given birth to Joffrey not nearly two years ago, and she was already filled with the starts of another. She had been lucky, but the Gods' favor only lasted so long. What would become of you once put in that same spot?

"She is with Aegon, yes?" He questioned Babette, sniffing once as he rested his hand on Dark Sister. She nodded, cradling her wounded head, blood painting her fingers. "The Gods only know what that drunkard has done to her," Daemon said as he swiftly left the brothel, a new mission on his mind.

Lyra ducked into an alcove. Her grey cloak covered most of her recognizable face, the shadows of the secret entrance aiding her efforts. The layout of the many secret passages into the Red Keep was slowly becoming etched in her memory. She needed to know them like the back of her hand.

Her little apple, she thought somberly, her heart aching in the palms of gluttonous high-borns. Left to be eaten until there is nothing.

Madam had sheltered you too much from the reality of the world. You were too kind to bare the Targaryen name, too innocent to become a part of their "holier than thou" culture. You were not stupid, Lyra knew that, but your ignorance was simply due to a purposeful lack of knowledge on Madam's part. Unlike most girls your age, you knew about sex, the pleasures a man could receive, but you still had the inexperience as them, and without some trustworthy to guide you... there was no telling what path you might follow.

Lyra stopped at an almost invisible door, the wood untreated and dark within the shadows. She used her knuckles to knock a rhythm into the door, short and legato sounding. She waited, her anxiety boiling inside her stomach as she bounced on her feet. The passing time seemed too long. By now, someone would've opened the door.

"Lyra, you must leave. The castle is in a tizzy with the arrival of-"

Lyra didn't wait for the servant dressed in red to finish, shoving her way into the bustling kitchen of the Red Keep.

"Lyra, I cannot help you right now," Sara chased, tugging her friend's arm. "They are preparing a feast for the royal family!"

Lyra ignored her, running to another hidden servant's passage, her leather shoes tapping on the worn stone floors.

"Where is she," Lyra asked, sprinting up multiple steps. "I must see her. I need to tell her to wait." Sara tripped up the stairs, catching her skirt as Lyra gained more distance.

"If you would take a moment, Lyra, I could tell you," she huffed, catching up to her old friend at the top of the passage. "They are at dinner," Sara finally answered, her breathing ragged. "She met Daemon. I observed through the walls. He was kind to her. I believe there is no ill-will between them."

"That is a relief to hear; truly, it is Sara, but the things I have listened to since she left..." Lyra trailed off, "a girl of her age should not be partaking in such activities. She is far too young to comprehend the consequences fully."

"That is hypocritical, Lyra," Sara scolded, crossing her arms. "I remember us during girlhood. We were not much better."

"That was different," Lyra said. She dismissed any more attempts of scolding from Sara, opening the door as the sounds of music seeped through the crack.

She could see you dancing, hopping back and forth like a rabbit with Princess Halaena. Lyra could not help but smile. Seeing the joy on your face was infectious. It had become a rare sight over the past moons. Partly, because you had just gotten your cycle, your body readying itself to fill its biological purpose. A part of her almost felt guilty for trying to ruin your night with the plans of your escape.

Your laughter carried into Lyra's hiding place as you lifted the Princess. Lyra slowly shut the door, a wan smile covering her face. It might do you good to extend your stay at the Red Keep. You could live as a girl, make friends and play as you never could. It would give Madam a sense of ease to know you were well and to gather the needed supplies for your trip across the Narrow Sea.

Sara gave Lyra a confused look as she retraced her steps. She still needed to memorize them. You would be safe for now, and that was all that mattered as Lyra slinked back to Flea Bottom.

Daemon had escorted you to your room after dinner, silent the entire way. You were thankful for that; if he had sparked conversation, you could not have held back your grin.

Of course, you were still upset with Aegon for stealing you away and keeping his real reason for wanting you at the castle, but how he looked at you... He made you feel like you were the only person worth looking at in a room full of royalty... It made your heart feel full.

Perhaps you were too harsh in judging him? He is still a person growing into an adult, the same as you. You acted immaturely with Ma, and he acted stupidly with you. You would forgive him, just as Ma forgave you.

You thought of Daemon, wondering what was running through his head during that silence. You understood that people believed you were his daughter, but your mother was not alive to claim it as such.

Sara calmly unbraided your hair as Caldia fluffed your pillows, and one of the other girls you had come to find out was named Izola laid a thin buttoned nightgown on the bed. It was nice to be dotted on, feeling more important than you were as your eyes became heavy.

It reminded you of the nights you and Aunt Lyra would pamper each other. She would use extra wages on the day off to gather pastries, flowers, and sweets. You would sit and listen to her odd stories of patrons for that week about how one man wanted her to call him "brother" and cried after he came. You would laugh and laugh as you both stuffed your mouths full.

Suddenly, your chest hurt, your heart skipping a beat, fluttering rapidly to regain its set pace. You clenched your fist, placing it over your heaving breasts as you tried to steady your breathing. It felt like you had fallen from a great distance and landed on your back. Tears swelled in your eyes as your body panicked, unsure of how to respond as it betrayed itself.

"My Lady," Sara spoke with concern in her voice. She had stopped unbraiding your hair, her hands on your shoulders as they heaved up and down. "Are you alright?" She asked, turning to see your frightened expression.

The other girls came rushing over, like swans landing on a pond, as they all gathered around you with concerned looks.

"My Lady, what has upset you?" Izola questioned as she put the back of her hand to your temple.

"My..." You stuttered, clutching your beating chest. "My... Heart," you gasped, confused and scared about what was happening. "I want Auntie Lyra. I want Ma. Where is she?"

You couldn't think straight. Your mind attempted to grasp what was happening, reverting to a terrified child after a nightmare.

"Ma is not here. You are in the Red Keep," Sara attempted to soothe you, unsure whether she should reveal what she knew.

"I-I want to go home," your voice was thick with shedding tears.

"You..." Sara glanced around, unsure, her voice becoming soft and pointed, trying to convey a message with her tone. "You are home."

"No," you cried, yanking at the collar of your dress. "I want to go home! I want to be with my family!"

The gown no longer held beauty when you gazed upon it. All you saw were hands.

You were screaming, your eyes blinded by tears as you stumbled into the vanity, falling to the stone floor. Dozens of pale jeweled fingers become your skin, trying to penetrate your flesh. They consumed you, curling inside as you attempted to pry them away. You pulled and swatted at them, but nothing worked. A never-ending cycle would appear as soon as you broke free of one another.

"Get off," you shrieked, "get away from me!"

You couldn't think. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't see. All you could do was feel their burrowing digits wiggling into you.

"Ma!" You screamed again, though you knew she wasn't coming. "Ma! Ma!" Your voice cracked, sounding thick with saliva.

You heard a loud crashing noise in the background, and you turned to look, but one of the hands gripped your face, forcing you to look back at them. You could see them gnawing like rats through your flesh and bone. Before you realized it, you were being lifted, the bejeweled fingers still all over your skin as someone shoved you into a chair.

Suddenly, they all vanished under a curtain of water, and you finally regained all your senses, looking at staring faces.

Caldia stood panting, a silver bucket in her grip. The other two maids were there, along with the Guard who was stationed outside your room. Sara and Izola were holding each other, their faces red and tears brimming their eyes. They must have seen them too... the hands.

"I came as swiftly as the Gods allowed," an older gentleman in pious brown robes said, bursting into your chambers with another man dressed similarly with a leather bag.

"Maester Mellos," Sara greeted in relief. She released Izola and thanked him with a squeeze. "I do not know what happened. One moment I was readying her for bed; the next..." She trailed off, looking at you with concern.

The Maester turned, seeing a girl who looked like she had run from one end of the Keep to the other, then averted his eyes swiftly.

"For God's sake. Give this girl some clothes."

You lowered your head. While in your fit, you had split the gown down to the waist; you only tore your small clothes a little higher. You covered yourself in shame, and embarrassment biting your ears. Caldia dropped the pale and grabbed your night dress from the beautifully patterned silk bed while Sara and Izola went to pull the tattered slit to keep your modesty.

Maester Mellows continued his examination, listening to your heart and touching your neck and underarms for anything abnormal. His companion took notes, a leather-bound book and feather quill in hand as the Maester whispered his findings. Your handmaids stood in the background, each with worried expressions.

One with a hand over their pursed lips, the middle looking between you and the stone floor, the other with arms crossed tightly around their chest, swaying slightly.

"She seems to be in good health," Maester Mellos declared. All three women sighed in relief, whispering thanks to the Seven. "Though her heart beats like a wild stallion, even when resting." As he continued, their faces dropped, fear rising to replace their short-lived relief. "I recommend deep breathing exercises to steady the pulse, but if something like this were to occur again..."

He motioned to his assistant, taking his bag and rummaging through it until he found what he was searching for. "Take a spoonful of this. Not a drop more."

He handed you an amber-colored glass bottle, a cork keeping it tightly sealed as you accepted it with trembling hands, letting him know you understood.

"Child, do you think you will be able to sleep tonight?" You lowered your gaze as your pride made your tongue feel like lead.

Maester Mellos sighed through his nose, kneeling to your height and placing a hand in your shaking ones.

"Tis alright, my girl. All women suffer hysteria from time to time. A punishment that all suffer in this time. Just do as I ask and all will be well." His tone was soft and kind, as a grandfather would speak to their grandchild, but the contents made you feel insulted.

He uncorked the bottle with a pop, getting a spoon from his bag as he poured the liquid into the bowl. You opened your mouth as he raised it, wrapping your dry lips around the cold silver. It was tan, almost the same color as molasses, and you began to feel skeptical of the powers this magic potion was implied to have.

You nearly spat it out from the taste. It was a bitter flavor worse than the absinthe Aegon gave you and burned your throat just the same. You didn't think to ask what it was, too focused on not spitting up as you forced yourself to swallow, taking a gulp of air with you and burping afterward.

"Rest now, child; the Seven smile down upon you. Thank the Maiden for this being your only ailment, and pray to the others for your continued health. You will be well in no time if you devote yourself to that." You nodded again, pushing yourself out of the chair wordlessly as you climbed into your bed, your handmaid hurrying to help you.

The Maester and his companion took their leave with a swift bow, the Guard escorting them out of your chambers and leaving the four of you alone. You had been nothing but a calm, albeit stubborn, guest in the Red Keep, and they were more concerned than anything. You could sense that they had questions, wanting to know where this sudden outburst came from.

The day had taken too much from you, and you had no more energy to speak as they pulled the silk sheets to your chest, tucking you in as Ma or Lyra would. You had begun to feel the effects of whatever Maester Mellos had given you as the girls left. Your limbs were heavy, and you felt your body and mind relax, sinking deeper and deeper onto a bed of clouds.

Aegon had drowned himself in his cups as always, but he did not desire to explore the Streets of Silk as he usually would at this hour. He sat on the stairwell leading down to your bed chamber hallway, waiting patiently until he saw everyone leave. Seeing the Maester as one of them did startle him a bit. What had happened in the time he was not with you?

He realized then that his little dragon could not be left unattended. He must be with you at all times lest something happen. It would be a difficult task for Aegon, yes, but he would do it. He would do it for you. You were his hatchling, after all. His and only his.

The eldest Prince waited a few more moments until he was sure your ladies would not return. He pulled himself up onto wobbly legs as he descended the stairs, dragging his fingers along the corridor until he felt a familiar little divot.

Aegon opened the wall into a hidden passageway connected to the many others that led out of the castle, but he didn't intend to leave tonight. Everything that he desired was right here in these very Redstone walls.

He traveled until he saw the familiar patch of stone that signified your room, making sure his drunk legs did not make a sound in case you had fallen asleep. Aegon pushed the wall slowly, careful not to have the stone scrape the ground as he peered through the crack.

Aside from lit candles on your bedside tables, there was no light in your chambers. He pushed the door partly open so that he could slink through, still as quiet as a mouse as he went to the lump on the side of the bed. He called out softly to not scare you, but as you did not move, he continued and sat on your mattress. Still, you did not stir. Your lips parted slightly as drool leaked onto your cheek. He leaned over, gently swiping away the spit, and finally, you roused, only moving from your side to your back, the covers below your chest.

Your nightgown had come unbuttoned, exposing the glistening valley between your breasts. It stopped short of fully revealing what he longed to see to Aegon, much to his disappointment. He traced his finger over your skin, sticky from the summer night's heat, and you, once again, did not move. He was mildly concerned you did not wake from his touch, but it did not stop him, his cock growing hard in his trousers.

He knew in his mind that if you had been awake, you would not let him touch you as he did, moving the fabric over to free one of your breasts. And the fact that you were not conscious right now, your body unable to reject or accept his advances, made him groan.

Aegon moved, swinging a leg over so you were in between his. Surely this would be when you would wake, kick, and scream at him until he left. But no, you laid beneath him like a log, and he grinned. Indeed this was a sign from the Gods you wanted him. In sleep, your body did not see him as a threat, which meant you truly desired him; your conscious mind did not know it yet.

His needy cock became too much, and he freed it from the confines of his pants. The head was a ruddy pink from his rushing blood, his thick shaft pulsing in time with the hammering of his heart.

He removed your other breast from your nightgown, the nipples taught and ready for him to pinch. One hand found the base of his member, the other groping and massaging the sensitive flesh. It only made him go faster, his hand pumping in shorter and quicker strokes. To his luck, you were still sound asleep, with no expression as to whether you felt him.

Aegon wanted to shove his needy cock down your throat and continue what you had started from a moment that now felt ages ago. When you asked him, drunk on the little death he had just given you, to teach you how to pleasure him. Perhaps your subconscious could learn instead.

"I like it sloppy," he said in a strained voice, spitting on his prick as he mimicked the squeeze of your womanhood with his fist, "but for you, little one, we will go slow. I'll have you dripping first, your little cunt begging to be stuffed by me. You will do better that way," Aegon grunted at the thought as he continued. "Then, I'll have you spit on me and use your tongue to spread it before I sink into your mouth. Do not worry. I shan't shove it in all at once. I'll ease it in. I'll guide your head to find the pace I like, and you'll use your hand to make up for the lost space."

He felt a jolt of pleasure, picturing the scenario in his mind, your big doe eyes staring up at him, looking for reassurance.

"Of course, you will be unsure if you are doing it right, but not to worry, I will tell you." The stroking of his cock went faster, making the pace that you would set for him. "Good girl, I would say. You're taking me so well. I know you would just clench at my praise and try to take more of me. I know what you are, even if you do not. A good little girl that would take whatever I gave her with a smile; you just don't realize it yet." Aegon could feel his high mounting quickly, grunts and moans spewing from his chest as he moved his free hand to squeeze your throat.

"You will do that for me, won't you, little one? You'll take my cock down your fucking throat and thank your Prince when you are done?"

Your eyelids fluttered open at the lack of air, sleep still clouding your vision and mind. You could only make out a face—shoulder-length hair of white, pouting pink lips wet with spit, and flushed cheeks.

"Aegon," you whispered groggily, suddenly pulled back under the sleep waves.

He came quickly and suddenly at the sound of his name from your lips. It was such a force that his seed shot to your chin.

"Yes, it is me, little one. I am here," he answered as more spurts of his manhood fell onto your bare chest. "I am here." You did not hear his words. Already back in a deep slumber as you squirmed slightly, wiping his labor off your chin.

Aegon cursed the Gods for such an insurmountable and sudden pleasure, stroking his cock slowly as he came down, almost collapsing on top of you. He wanted to watch you clean yourself, forcing you to wipe his spend off your body with your fingers, sucking it off before swiping for more, but alas, his little dragon was sleeping and knew better than to wake you. He needed now, more than ever, for you to be awake.

Aegon tucked himself back into his trousers and left the bed, searching for a rag to wipe you but could find none, only seeing your peasant clothes draped over a chair. The maids must've forgotten them, and he grabbed the dirty outfit stained with sweat and alcohol to clean his sin of your flesh. He looked out the window once he was done, throwing the clothes in a random spot for later.

At this point in the night, he realized where his highs would cease, and his thoughts would finally reign free. His chest felt empty, a horrid feeling of shame and guilt gnawing at his gut. No one would ever love him, he realized, not in the way he sought for. His mother was ashamed and disgusted at the mere thought of him. His brother filled all the criteria his Mother wanted him to, and his youngest sister, his... wife, stuck in a marriage she nor he wanted, forced to carry his heirs. His father often forgot he even existed in favor of Rhaenyra and her bastard children.

How would he ruin your life, Aegon wondered. It was inevitable. You, too, would surely follow the same pattern. You would hate him, be repulsed by his heinous actions, and become like everyone else. He heard you stir in bed behind him but did not care; you were still fast asleep. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes, sniffing and willing himself not to let them shed as he crossed his arms for comfort.

"Aegon," he heard a soft voice behind him call. "What are you doing here?" He quickly wiped the tears from his face, rushing over to kneel on the opposite side of your bed.

You saw the wet streaks, his eyes bloodshot. "Are your alright?" You asked, sitting up as you grew more concerned.

"Yes, yes, little one. I am pretty alright. I was just stopping by to see how you faired after tonights events," he lied. You didn't believe him. Your mind slows as you think of what to say.

Though you were still angry at him for what he had done, you felt your heart soften at his broken face as you opened the covers on the other side of you. "Would you lay with me," you quietly spoke, doubling down as you saw his surprised expression. "Just for a little while until I fall back to sleep." Aegon did not hesitate to kick off his boots, shedding his wine-stained shirt as he climbed in. He, too, was desperate for companionship, as he always was.

You knew this was considered improper in royal customs, and you would most defiantly get into trouble if Daemon found out, but you didn't care. You could tell you, and Aegon needed some, if just for the night.

Aegon climbed into bed wordlessly. From the moment you met him, he was always the one to lead, and you were blank on how to proceed. He was afraid to say the wrong thing and have you refute your offer. You both lay there awkwardly, staring a the black ceiling in silence. You were still trying to figure out what to do.

You recalled childhood moments when you would crawl into Aunt Lyra's bed after Ma had scored you. It was almost second nature for her. She always knew how to help you and make you feel better.

You scooted closer to Aegon's stiff form, wrapping your arms around him as he turned. You did not speak. There was nothing to say as you squeezed him closer to you. Each other's presence was enough as you slowly drifted back to sleep. Eventually, his arms wrapped around yours as something akin to water slid down your skin.

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shebben · 3 months

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Me, my friend @kathexfanyt , and Babette bc why not

Also Ann sorry I cannot talk to you at the time of posting this. I am in so much pain and can’t talk to anyone 🎀🩷✨hooray for me the queen of gay pari

Also my dad is helping me get Minecraft to work. He’s like the best guy ever. I love him so much. I’m not very close to him tho. I envy my sisters relationship with him tho I haven’t rly made that much of an effort to get closer.

Also I can’t wait for the year 2027. It just sounds so cool.

#I’m just a rag dolly that feels like shit for no damn reason #save me raggedy ann!!!1!!1!1!!#small artist #cute art #drawing #artists on tumblr #shebbens art #digital art #raggedy ann and andy a musical adventure #raggedy ann and andy #babette #ragggedy Ann Babette #raggedy Ann #Ragsona

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audreyhepburns-possum · 3 months

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Raggedy Andy x Reader: Collecting Leaves

A/N: Before you ask, idk what I'm doing with my life either. I know I'm three years late to the fandom but I finally watched the movie and two ragdolls have my heart now.

Also you find this story along with a raggedy ann x reader fic on my wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/371005748?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=maudlinlover

Enjoy!!

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You had been with Marcella for a couple of months and you couldn't have been happier. You're a ragdoll that had been sitting in an antique shop for so long, even your clothes were rotting and moths ate at them. Every day, your hope faded that someone would buy you, at this point you were even hoping to be in a display case. You thought you would have never been played with like you had dreamed until Marcella picked you up.

When she first brought you home, you were so nervous at meeting all of the other toys that you laid limply as if a human saw you. They tried to make introductions, but you were much too scared not being used to being alive during the day. You felt so silly for being so nervous, especially when you were called a 'pill' by Andy, but you couldn't help it.

You were so happy but didn't want to believe it was true, fearing you would just go back to the antique shop. Marcella proved your fears wrong however as she played with you all day when she first got you. She gave you a new dress, in your favorite color with lace that lined the dress, a pastel version of your favorite color. The bottom of the dress had sunflowers scattered along the skirt with a white apron tied around your waist.

You were in tea parties and fashion shows with Marcella, you had dreamed of this every day since you were in that blasted antique store. You even got played along with other toys, there were so many different ones, you wanted to cry in joy but had to keep it in. Marcella was so sweet, she wasn't the most gentle but you didn't care. You were getting played with! You couldn't believe it, it felt like a dream you never wanted to end.

When Marcella had to sleep, leaving all of you in the nursery, you sobbed hard enough to wake everyone. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Ann said, coming over right away. She fell from her excitement, landing by your feet.

Your emotions had been shut off for so long, you didn't even know you could cry. Marcella was a sweet little girl, so you assumed that her rules were that her toys could cry. At that realization, you only cried more. You won the lottery of getting such a good kid, all of that waiting was worth it.

You could see all of the toys crowd around you with Andy being right by his sister. Even Babette was there, although a bit further back. You were still very nervous, however you were dying to get all of your feelings out, they felt like a big dense ball in your body.

"I-I've never been played with before!" You wailed. "I've been sitting for decades and I got played with all day. I dreamed of this for so long, I love Marcella so much!" You wailed, grabbing Raggedy Anne to squeeze her tight.

"You really mean that, Y/n?" Ann asked, her voice tender and sweet as she held you right back. She loved hugs, any and all affection she welcomed with open arms. You didn't know that fact at the time, just being grateful that you could be held as you cried, crying for the first time overwhelmed you terribly, much more than being nervous.

You hummed a 'yes', getting a big cheer from the group. You stared off with Ann in your arms, staring at a pair of overalls. Andy shifted, then kneeled so he was staring right at you, your (e/c) button eyes widened at how he looked into your eyes.

"Yeah, Marcelle's pretty great, isn't she?" Andy said with a light-hearted sigh.

You looked away but nodded, letting go of Ann. Ann's eyes widened, then wiped your tears with her hand, your tears left a wet spot on the cotton material of her hand. "But Andy, I thought you didn't like being a girl's toy!" She said behind her shoulder with a giggle.

Andy crossed his arms. "I only said that because I was tired of dressing up and tea parties, but I still love Marcelle." He huffed.

You smiled. You didn't believe it when Marcelle said that Andy had a candy heart just like his sister, but he proved it right now. Although you could tell he didn't like admitting it, so you didn't comment on it, instead keeping it in mind for later.

"Thank you, Ann." You said, mustering a wobbly smile as you could still feel crying come on again.

"Of course, that's what friends are for!" She said.

"My sister is a very good friend." Andy said, putting a mitten on Ann's shoulder.

"Thank you Andy." She said bashfully, making the other toys exclaim at her.

They all gave a comment about her, making her hide her face. Even though she was the apparent leader of the toy room, greeting new toys first and solving the problems of the nursery, she was still bashful. Getting to be in a room filled with tender hearted toys made you so happy, your chest filled with warmth.

You had waited for so long and got not only a kid so perfect for you, but all of her toys were just as sweet and tender, all you could feel was relief that this is your new life. All of that waiting was worth it, you couldn't believe that you were going to be played with from now on.

That had been a couple of months ago. You had played a lot, immediately coming out of your shell. Ann was so sweet, it was hard not to come out of your shell around her with how tender she is. Many of the toys were like that and even Babette warmed up to you when you mentioned offhandedly that you enjoyed fashion.

Andy was the only one you couldn't figure out. Sometimes he would be so sweet, making your entire cloth body heat up while other times he gave you a cold shoulder, often either hiding himself or seeking you out.

You didn't understand why he would be aloof some days, but you knew you enjoyed every second when he wouldn't want to be alone because then you got to play with him. Even though he said he didn't like the more gentle games, if you asked him he would always say yes. He would pout and grumble if other toys were watching him play those games but when it was just you two, you could tell he liked playing with you a lot.

You had everything, yet you weren't satisfied. It was autumn, before coming here it was the only time you felt happy. You could see all of the beautiful colors of the trees, breaking up the monotony of being on the highest shelf of the antique store. You wanted to go outside so bad back then but you were afraid of more bugs eating your clothing.

However you were at Marcella's now, you heard of the other toys going outside. You wanted to see leaves for the first time and even take one inside with you. You had always dreamed of going outside and enjoying the different colors of the leaves.

You finally mustered up the courage to ask Andy to take you outside. At first you asked Ann, being the closest with her, however she suggested to ask Andy instead. It made you confused, wanting to know why you should ask him and not her since he had been so polar opposite with you.

"Oh yeah, y/n, he's strong and tough." Ann said, covering her mouth, trying not to grin too much. She then beckoned you over to whisper "He likes protecting other toys and he knows more shortcuts than I do. You should ask him!"

You looked over at Andy who was on his back lifting a barbell made with objects from around the room, a thick paintbrush with rolls of tape on the side. You bit your lip nervously, then looked over to Andy. Sure, you knew everyone was nice and you had come out of your shell a lot, but every new situation that called you to be brave made you go into your shell right away.

"You can do it, y/n!" She said, a warm encouraging smile on her lips.

She was right, her smile made you know that you were scared because this was new, not because it was a scary situation. You walked over to Andy, a determined glint in your eye. However the courage you mustered up during your walk over to the ragdoll fell flat as you could hear him grunt and puff at lifting the barbell. You could feel a ball in your throat seeing him, wouldn't you be bothering him if he was already doing this?

You couldn't really back out as he noticed you not even a minute after coming over. He did a double take looking at the skirt of your dress, "Y-Y/n?" He asked in surprise, accidentally dropping the barbell on himself with an 'oof.'

"Andy!" You exclaimed, trying to grab one side of it. You didn't have much upper body strength, but you tried lifting it off of him the best you could. You tried and tried, your entire cloth body was warm from your efforts and it barely budged

"Here, let me get that." He said, lifting it with ease, setting it down beside himself.

"Wow, you really are strong!" You said. "I couldn't even lift that off of you."

You could see his face got so red, however he puffed his chest out. "W-well, yeah! I gotta be strong, tough, and terrific, makes me protect toys better, you know!" He said with a certain nod.

"Oh, that reminds me!" You said, remembering your question. "Do you think you could help me get to the backyard? I wanna get a leaf."

"A leaf? Why would you need a leaf?" He said.

You looked out of the window, seeing the orange tree by the nursery window. "I had been cooped up in that awful antique store. I saw autumn so many times and never could go and enjoy it, it was the only thing that made me happy then. I wanna bring some of it in here."

Andy hummed, rubbing his chin. "Well, why don't we bring a bunch then? Makes more sense that way."

"You'll help me, really?" You asked, a big smile on your face.

"Sure!" He said, standing up and offering his hands to help you stand up. "I'll take any excuse to go outside."

You could feel your cheeks get dark at the thought of holding his hands, even if it was for just getting up. You knew he was a very affectionate doll, but it still made you blush all the same. You took them, smiling as you got up. You were face to face with him, he was only a little taller than you but his face was so close to yours.

His black button eyes were wide and so were yours. You looked away and you could hear him cough, letting go. "Yeah, let's head out." He said.

The trip out was tense, but you didn't feel scared at all. He helped you down every stair, his hands on your waist and your hands on his shoulders. He insisted on helping you, saying how didn't want you exhausted before you even got to the backyard. You knew he couldn't help touching you, he was even like that with his sister, but it made you blush all the same. You enjoyed it a lot, it made you feel like he was your knight, and you were his princess.

Getting through the house was pretty easy. Only Marcella's mother would be here but she was out grocery shopping and she just left when you had asked Andy to come with. "I don't remember it taking this long to get there." He said with a huff. "Usually I just throw myself down the stairs."

"Why didn't you this time?" You asked.

"I know you're a ragdoll," He said. "But I don't want you throwing yourself down the stairs. I don't want you having to visit Susie to get new holes repaired after you went outside for the first time."

"You're so sweet Andy." You said, then hugged him.

"Gosh," He chuckled, hugging you back. "Of course! I wouldn't ever want you hurt, sweet cheeks."

"Sweet?" You asked, only parting enough to see his face that had a big grin.

"Well yeah!" He said, pinching your hot cheek. "They look like candy when they're so red!"

"Andy, you're making it worse!" You whined with a pout.

"You want me to stop?" He asked, letting go of you, opting instead to hold your hand.

You shook your head, hiding your face in your mitten. "No, you don't gotta." You said. You looked over, seeing his face even darker than what yours probably is. He nodded, then rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't holding yours. "Well, let's keep going. Marcella's mom might get home soon." He said, walking to the backyard.

He didn't let go of your hand once unt you both were outside. Maybe he forgot but you weren't going to tell him if that was the case. It was so nice holding his hand. He then had to open the door. "Watch this!" He said before he let go of your hand. He jumped high, grabbing onto the handle and pushed it open with his feet on the wall beside it.

"Oh wow!" You said, getting out of the way to give the door room to open.

He dropped down beside you and you helped him up so he could stand on his own. When you let go, he took off his hat and with a flourished bow, he said "And the outside, my lady." He said with a sweet smils.

You broke out into a fit of giggles at the exaggerated flourish. He gave a bigger smile, hiding his face with his hat. After you stopped laughing, he asked "After we get the leaves, do you wanna see some cool things out here?"

You nodded, going out into the backyard first with him following behind you. "We can grab at least five with us."

"Yeah that would be great!" You said, getting right to work on finding good leaves. All of them were beautiful but some called out to you more than the rest, the first five you felt that with, you had grabbed.

"Here, let me get that." He said, taking them all in his arms.

"You sure you don't mind grabbing them all?" You asked.

He shook his head. "Nah." He said. "I don't think she'll be back soon. Can I show you some stuff while we're here?"

"Yeah!" You said. He walked in a direction and you followed, he walked over to a log that was bigger than the both of you setting down the leaves in a nice pile.

"Sometimes twigs fall down and it hides a bunch of bugs." He explained. He went to a big stick, then flipped it over. Underneath was dirt almost black in color with something in the middle. It was something green and it kept squishing and expanding. You kneeled down, grabbing it with your mitten and put it in your arm. It covered a good part of your arm and you could see its skin was textured, looking like a softly curved 'L' with small appendages sticking out at the end that was by your head.

"No way you got that on your first try!" He exclaimed.

"What is it?" You asked.

"A slug!" He said with an amazed laugh. "Most girls would get grossed out. One time I showed Babette a slug and she didn't speak to me for a week!"

You looked, seeing the slug try to get off your arm and you gave it your other hand to crawl onto. "Why didn't she talk to you?" You asked, your eyes still on the slug.

"She was that grossed out!" He said with a big laugh.

You hummed, looking at it. 'Well, it's not gross to me." You said with a certain nod. "It's actually very cute." You said, seeing it crawl onto your other hand.

"Yeah well, Babette is kind of a pill." He said. "I know she's dating my sister so I gotta get along with her but," his mouth made a squiggly line, then he gave out a big sigh. "You know, I thought you were gonna be as stuffy as her too."

"What do you mean?" You asked, setting down the slug into its hiding place. He set down the branch and guided you to another place in the backyard.

"Well, here's a new girl doll and Marcella gave her a brand new dress. I thought you were gonna be as stuffy as the last new girl doll." He said with a shrug. You wanted to ask him what he thought of you now, then something caught his attention.

"Oh yeah, here's another." Andy said. "But this might be the last one I can show you." You two were by another tree, he pointed up and you could hear twinkling. You looked up, seeing silver sticks clanging together, making them chime.

"What's that?" You asked.

"I think they're called windchimes." He said, scratching his yarn hair.

"They sound so pretty." You gasped, looking up at them. With every breeze, the chimes twinkled and shined in the sunlight. The air was cool but you felt so warm with the sound and being around Andy.

"Yeah, pretty sound and a pretty doll fit together I guess." He huffed, crossing his arms.

You could feel your blush come back again. He was always so sweet. "Thank you Andrew." You cooed, reaching over and gave a small peck on his cheek. "I was so scared coming outside today but you made it so much fun."

He gave a goofy giggle, holding the place where you kissed. You felt something land on you, your smile immediately dropped.

You could feel terror in your gut at what landed on you. "A moth!" You yelled, shaking it off. You could feel your cloth heart racing, pure shock through your entire body, afraid of it biting you.

Andy immediately came to your side, waving his hands until it flew away. "Lay off of her!" He shouted to the moth flying away.

You could feel hot tears run down your cloth face and you hiccuped. You tried covering it up before he noticed but it didn't take long for him to look at you. "What's wrong, y/n?" He asked, coming to hold you.

"Moths ate me when I was in that stupid antique store!" You sobbed before putting your head in the crook of his neck. "I don't wanna be eaten again or Marcella will throw me out because I'll be so beaten up! I already had five holes before!"

"Hey, hey, take it easy, sweets. Marcella wouldn't do that." Andy said, patting your back as you cried. He gave you a minute, wondering what to say to make you feel better. "And besides, I'll protect you from those dumb moths."

You looked up, seeing his confident grin. "You will?" You asked, your voice still soft, afraid of your voice cracking.

"Of course!" He said, wiping a stray tear. "I'm gonna protect you no matter what."

"Thank you, Andy." You warbled, seeing the tear soaked into his cloth hand. "I think I had enough time outside though."

"Yeah, let's head in." He said before he let go. You were about to get the leaves, but he beat you to them and gathered all of them in his arms. He stuck his tongue out at you, making you give a huff. "Gotta be quicker than that, y/n."

"Are you sure you don't mind holding that?" You asked.

"Nah, I was the one who suggested getting all of these leaves." He said. You walked ahead of him so you could close the door when he got inside. You two made quick work of getting up the stairs, however halfway through the front door opened. Marcella's mom came in with groceries. You went limp and Andy stuffed the leaves in his overalls before going limp as well. It took a couple of trips, you had to make headway up the stairs as Marcellas mom went to the car to get more bags. Everytime she would come in and walk back out, you two would go limp just in case. After she was done, the two of you were out of eyeshot enough for you both to book it back to the nursery.

Ann was the first one to notice and then Babette who was trying to show Ann how to play cat's cradle. "Andy, y/n!" She said, running to you both. Andy was in the middle of getting the leaves out of his overalls when his sister came over. "How was the trip?"

You smiled. "For the most part it was good, but then there was a moth and it made me scared. But Andy saved me so I'm okay now."

"Leave it to her to be not scared of a slug, but scream at a moth." Andy said, taking the last leaf out to hand to you.

"You brought leaves!" Topsy said from the other side of the room. "Ooh, they're so pretty too." Everyone came over, looking at what the pair brought with them. You smiled, you didn't expect the other toys to be so interested in your silly quest. "I never had the chance to go outside, I always wanted a leaf from autumn because of the colors." You explained to the group.

"I think this one is my favorite." Ann said, holding up a great big leaf.

"You can have it!" You said, seeing how her eyes lit up at the colors. It was dark red with splotches of orange, it was already hers the minute her eyes laid on it.

"Really?" She asked and you nodded.

"Of course!" You said, handing it to her.

"Oh thank you, y/n." She said before giving you a hug with the leaf in hand.

After everyone had their fun with the leaves, you were left with one for yourself. It was the prettiest one in your opinion. You looked around, trying to find Andy to thank him when you spotted him. He beckoned you and you ran toward him. You were making good headway until you fell down on your face, your entire body losing all stability

You heard a patter of cloth feet on the wood and you were lifted up by your arms. "Aw, y/n," He said with a warm laugh.

"Sorry, I got too excited." You giggled.

"It's alright." He said. You were able to get on your feet again and you held onto his forearms.

"Okay, I'm ready now." You said. Andy walked you over to the closet, although Marcella rarely put you in here you enjoyed how quiet it was. "Hey Andy?" You said, making him jump. "Thanks for coming with me today."

"Of course." He said. "There's something I want to tell you."

Before you could ask, he planted a kiss on your cheek and wrapped you in his arms. "I really like you, y/n."

You could feel your entire face burn up, you hid your face, trying to calm it down. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I wanted to tell you that I liked you." You mumbled in your hands.

"What was that?" He asked in a sing-song voice, taking one of your hands from your face and into his.

"I-I," You clammed up, suddenly losing your voice. "I like you too." You said, barely above a whisper.

"You're gonna have to speak up, y/n." He said, he cupped his ear with a hand.

"Andy," You whined, dragging out the last letter.

"What? I only wanna be sure I heard right." He said, his smirk mischievous.

You blinked, realizing what he said. "Andy!" You said, batting his shoulder before hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Andy chuckled warmly, he held you back and kissed your crown. "Now I get to do that all day." He said with a snicker.

"You'd do that even in front of the other toys?" You asked, your button eyes wide.

"Well yeah, you're my girl now." Andy said, a hand on your yarn hair. "If you want it, you got it sweetie."

"Andrew, you're so sweet." You said, wrapping your arms around him even tighter than before.

#raggedy ann #raggedy andy #raggedy ann and andy: the musical #raggedy andy x reader #raggedy andy imagine #x reader fic #juniper throws a sparkle party

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dolly-gutzz · 2 months

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omg I thought if this while I was daydreaming and I needed to make it lol

I loosely based that off of runaway by Kanye, I know he’s an asshole and allat, but he makes some good fucking songs I’ll tell you that

warnings: none, just cursing and Jessie boy being his sarcastic rude self

Reader is loraleis adopted daughter

Jess x artsy emoish! Reader ; angst

************************************************** Jess Mariano. How could you even begin to describe him? Sarcastic, funny, witty, kind of an asshole. Those would work. But to Jess, he was a coward. A phony. An idiot guy with no self respect and was too close minded to get the girl.

To him, you were everything. You were his everything. You were orange to his complementary blue. The sun to his clouds. The fire to his ice.

But he fucked it up. He didn’t tell you how he felt. He didn’t tell you how much he loved you. How much it hurt to not be near you. How tight his chest felt whiteout your love and affection.

You had left Stars Hollow in your junior year of highschool to go to some big fancy art and film school in California. Jess knew you would do great things. He just didn’t know those great things didn’t include stars hollow. Or him.

He stayed behind. He hated the heat, and sand, and valley girls. So he stayed. The only thing he wished was that you didn’t become a valley girl. Or that you would somehow in some weird way, forget him. But mostly that you wouldn’t become a valley girl. But this week, you were coming back. He knew the exact day and time you were coming. He even new the route your plane and bus home was taking. Do you yahoo, right? Your mom, Lorelei, was prepping for your return. Sookie was in your childhood kitchen, cooking and baking up your favorite meals and treats. Rory was prepping the decor, making sure to include your favorite fonts, colors and interests in the posters and decorations. And Jess. Well, he wasn’t doing much. In his mind he was. He was thinking up the exact things you guys would together. All your old spots and hangouts. He was thinking about how your hair looked. And how your eyes seemed to shine once they saw him. So, I’m a way, he was helping.

As he was busy thinking up a storm, Rory snuck up on him, kissing his temple and stroking his pretty jet black hair. Right. Jess was dating Rory. Rory was dating Jess. Jess looked up at his girlfriend and grimaced. Only slightly. He liked Rory, but he loved you. I guess living in the same house didn't mean the same face. Or personality. Or anything, really.

He kissed Rory softly on the lips, wishing so hard in his mind that it was you. He was being cruel. He knew this. But now seeing you every day was so damn hard on him. He didn’t know how to function. Luke himself would say that he locked him up in his room for days, weeks even.

Jess missed more than anything ever. Now was his chance to see you. To hold you. Maybe to tell you how he felt. No. Hurting Rory was too much at the moment, even with her recent breakup with dean. He couldn’t do that, right?

Soon enough, Babette caning running around the corner, opening the back door. “I just saw her bus pull in down near the gazebo, she’s gonna be here in five!” She yelled in her raspy voice. Every one lets out a simultaneous gasp, and begins to move even quicker. Rory lets go of her boyfriend with a smile, and goes back to her poster hanging. Jess stayed still, darting his eyes for my be window and the door, just waiting for his best friend to walk through the door.

Jess didn’t even have the power to kick back with the book that was tucked back in his back pocket. He was just too excited. The watched the door. And watched. And watched. The five minutes felt like hours. He wondered if you did your makeup in the way that you did. Black, smudgy and effortless. He wondered if you did your hair different. He wondered if you’d till sued the same cologne that you’d role form him two weeks after you met him. You never gave it back. He wondered about you. So much so that the door magically opened to you. You were panting, most likely due to the fact that you had so many bags with you, and the fact that you ran to the house.

“guess who’s back?” You yell out to the house. Rory squeals, forgetting about the decorations she was supposed to be hanging in your honor.

“I missed you!” She says, squeezing you tighter. “I missed you too, sissy.” You whisper back, nuzzling your face in her weirdly smooth and perfect hair.

You made your rounds around the house, hugging everyone that lived around the block. Once you had made your rounds, you looked around for one special person. You peek up the stairs, and see a tussle of black hair and a sort of skin tight longsleeve shirt you liked to call ‘the slut shirt’. “Hey Jesstifer,” you tease, using a nickname you know he hated, “come down here and give me a hug before I change my mind.” A smirk crosses both of your faces. Jess practically runs down the steps, attacking you in a bone crushing hug. “Missed me, did you?” You ask out if breath.

“Never, not your sorry theater kid ass.” He laughs. You detach yourself from Jess, and look at him. You look at his pretty brown eyes, his pretty cheekbones, and his extremely kissable lips. You look back up into his eyes. “Yeah, you missed me” you say. Jess shrugs, detaching his eyes from you. You were the one person to make him any sort of nervous. He hated that.

Later on, you had unpacked your bags, eaten the diner that Sookie had prepared, and gone up to your room. You were now reading with Jess, just as you had done years before.

Jess didn’t know how to talk to you. Not that anything had changed. It’s not like you can just blurt out, “hey, welcome back. Also did you know I’m dating your sister?” So, he stayed quiet.

While you read a book he had gotten you whilst you were away, he studied you. Your hair had gotten longer. And your makeup was just a bit more dramatic. Your face had somehow matured just a bit more. That sucked, now he couldn’t call you baby-face anymore. Your jaw line was more defined, as were your cheeks. He couldn’t stop staring. You had grown. He hated it, but also loved it. You noticed eyes on you, and looked up. “Do you need my camera to take a picture, or have you been staring so long that my face is already engrained in your mind?” You ask, tilting your head in amusement. Jess rolls his eyes, laughs a bit, before opening his mouth to speak. “Nah, I actually have a full wall in my room just of pictures of your sleeping face, just wanted to see if I needed one more for my collection” he smirks. You smile. Things were just as they used to be. Except, they weren't.

You and Rory were close. She was your sister for Christ sakes. You guys emailed and called whenever you could. Best friends do that. They talk about gossip at school, and hard tests and quizzes. They also talk about crushes. And new boyfriends. You already knew about Rory’s break with dean and how quick she had gotten with Jess right afterward. It hurt. A lot. ‘Jess was yours,’ you thought. he knew you and you knew him, it was a conjoined effort. Only your roommate would know how hard you cried. But of course so stayed strong for your sister. You were happy, but she should have- no she shouldn’t have. Jess didn’t like you, right? Jess loved Rory, that was that. So, you brushed off every romantic feeling towards Jess.

Well, you tried.

Seeing him so happy for your return was comforting, refreshing even. And it definitely didn’t help that Jess looked even hotter now then when you left. He had somehow gotten a bit taller, and his arms had toned out just a bit. His eyes read something you couldn't read, but it was noticeable.

You cursed yourself out for that. You were going to be in the film industry, with actors. You should really know how to read emotion. Jess was now the one to comment on your staring. “Do you need a camera?” He asks. You scoff. “No” you say. “ I don’t. I was just pointing out that you look even more ugly that I remember.” You end, pointing your chin up. Jess nodded and snickers. You both sit in silence for a little while longer, trying to explain everything you knew. Jess wanted to say how much he loved you, and how he would break things off with rory for you. You were trying to say how much you loved him, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way of Rory and his relationship. It was tiring. So, you spoke up. “You know, I was never much of a romantic,”

you say, trying to spark up some conversation. Jess looks up. “I could never take much intimacy,”

your eyes dart back and forth between Jess and your bed. Trying to find the words to say. “ I-“ you stutter. “I know you’re dating Rory.” You say quick and quiet. Jess eyes widen. “And I’m okay with that, I think.” Jess heart goes faster, he wish it would just calm down so he could speak just own word. “ I just wanted to say that,” you pause to take a deep breath. “I think I love you?” You look up at Jess for a while. His eyes still held something that you couldn’t read.

“the look in your eye is killing me” you speak, your voice slightly breaking.

Jess stares at you. He wondered what to say. What to think. What to do. “I love you too, I think.” He says. You gasp and look up at him. “no, you love Rory.” You hand clinched around your purple sheets, you were scared. You had lots of emotions, scared was rarely on the roster. “No, I love you. Rory was a distraction.” He says swift and quick. You hate when he dies that. It make him seem emotionless. Little did you know he only did that when he had too much emotion. Jess scoots closer to you on your bed, lightly touching your hand. You snatch your hand away. “You cant do that to her, Jessie,” Jess rolls his eyes. “She’ll hate me, I can’t have my sister hate me” you sternly say. Jess’s hand slowly moves away from yours, and he looks down at the floor. “It hurts so much without you.” He starts.

“You could blame me for everything, I just need you” his hand clenches at his jeans.

You move closer to him, pulling him in a haste kiss. Jess melts away at it. He grabs at you waist gingerly, feeling like if you were too he too hard, you could break. His lips are slightly chapped, but you don’t care. You never could. He taste like cigarettes and peach ice cream, the only thing he ate for dinner.

He couldn’t get enough. It was like you were a drug, one he was addicted to and didn’t even know it until now. you knew this was the last kiss you both would share for a long time. The taste of the passionate kiss moved more bittersweet after you thought of that fact. You hands were weaves in his hair, his hands tangled in yours.

This kiss was the start and end of you both. The end, goodbye, no more. You somehow wish you didn’t runaway.

#Jess Mariano x reader #jess mariano x y/n #Gilmore girls #dolly writes 🍒#Rory Gilmore

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pascalcampion · 1 year

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Jerome K Jerome Bloche

This is the issue with posting about these graphic novels and artists here, it’s too limited! There is SO much I would want to say about THIS particular series and so many images to share. BUT, this is a series that started about 40 years ago in the pages of Spirou magazine. It started out with Dodier and Makio as creators and along the way, it became just Dodier doing both the stories and the art. What hooked me into this series is the storytelling. EVERYTHING is normal, real. Nothing is exaggerated, except maybe for the clumsiness and appetite of the main character. A Parisian Private Eye, fan of old US noire movies and books. His fiancee, Babette is the other strong(er?) part of the book for me. The look is seemingly simple.There are no artifact, no pushed anatomy, no flying vehicles, no caricature of people or actions. Everything feels like it could be shot with a camera. And in many cases, it was. I’ve read interviews with Dodier where he talks about going from place to place, taking pictures as references for his shot. He seems to pay particular attention to how the shots flow from one to another, creating moody intense sequences. The earlier books had a greasier line, versus a sleeker, more precise line today. Both are good. The earlier one was a little less refined but offered a lot of spontaneity which suited the series then, when Dodier’s storytelling wasn’t as thought out as it is today. In the later books, the line is cleaner, the intent of the shots and sequences are stronger. As the series evolves, it becomes less of a comedy and more of a social commentary ( in my opinion) but never loses it’s sense of fun either. It’s just a great series. Each book is a full standalone episode, but if you read the series from the beginning, you get introduced to recurring characters and you see the protagonists evolve, grow, mature. A special note about the colors as well. They are done by a studio called “Cerise”, operated by a wife and husband duo. Cynthia Englebert and Gianluca Carboni. I find their approach to enhance the story rather than simply be” there”. Overall, Jerome K Jerome Bloche is a series that I particularly loved growing up and that I read and re read every so often. I know they’ve been translated and published in English. #Dodier #Makyo #JeromeKJeromeBloche

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justagirlwholikesadam · 2 years

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Quickie before Class

Jack Gladney (step dad) x Reader smut!

Please be warned! if you don't like the stepcest then don't read it!! I don't know why i wrote this but i did. BTW i used google translate for the German.

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You shouldn't have been teasing Jack. You couldn't help it though. Babette and the rest of your siblings were gone. She had taken them to school already. You and Jack were the only one in the kitchen finishing up breakfast. Jack had offered you a ride to the university while he was cutting his pancakes. Jack offers you lots of rides since that night. You didn't mind it, Jack wasn't all that bad as your mother had mentioned to you before.

Jack was a professor from the university you went, he taught Hitler studies. Jack happens to be your stepfather as well. Everything seemed normal until you came home from a party late one weekend, you had snuck back inside and quietly tiptoe into your room where you found Jack. He was inside your room, leaned against the dresser with his cock out. You watched as he moaned while using your underwear, rubbing it against his cock.

That was a while back, you did confront him about it. You realized Jack was much better than the college guys you slept with and he realized you were better than Babette. You wore a jean skirt today, knowing it was his favorite. You wore a tee shirt with the school logo and a pair of sneakers. You were sitting next to him finishing your toast as he read the morning newspaper. You saw he finished his plate of pancakes a few minutes ago. You eyed at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. There was still time left before class started. You sighed loudly, catching his attention as you pushed yourself along with the chair away from the table.

He watched you carefully over the newspaper as you spread your legs wide open. The skirt was pushed up. His brown eyes looked straight at your bare cunt. He raised his brows at you. Jack didn't like it when you wore skirts without any underwear. “Little slut.” He would tell you before stuffing his fingers into your cunt.

Jack is already hard when he sees you with your legs spread open and your hand playing with your pussy in front of him. He drops the newspaper down on his plate and clears his throat.

“Need a hand, princess?” Jack asks as he watches you rub your clit in front of him. You shake your head and continue to play with yourself. Jack knew you were lying. You always needed ‘Daddy’s hands’ to cum.

He looked down to see the time on his watch. He rubs his hands together as he looks at the time again then back at you. You gave him a smile.

Jack was quick when he stood up, pulling you by the arm. You rose from the seat and was pushed against the kitchen counter. You can hear Jack mumbling behind you as he bends you over.

“Dreckiges Mädchen.” (Dirty Girl) Jack whispered in German as he leaned over to kiss the back of your head while his hands were pulling the jean skirt further up to your hips.

“Du liebst es, wenn ich mich so verhalte, eine Hure.”(You love it when I act like a whore.)

You whispered to Jack in German making him grin as he looked down, his hands spreading your ass open. He squeezes your ass, fondling it with his big hands. He groans at the sight of your holes when you prop your left leg on top of the counter.

Jack, your step dad didn’t have a long cock but his cock was the thickest you ever seen. You were between Jack's legs when you first saw it that night in your room. He was thick with veins running up and down his cock, you licked on his heavy balls as you used both hands to jerk him off. He got off by you gagging on his cock, eyes red and watery while your mouth was full with your step daddy’s cock. He had smeared the cum over your face. You gave him a smile as the pink fat mushroom head rubbed cum over your lips.

You woke up the next day feeling sore between your legs and mouth. Making your way downstairs you sat across from him that morning. Both of you knew it wasn't a one time thing since you played footsie with him under the table. You ate your cereal quietly while he massaged your captured foot under the table.

“Fuc..k.” You heard Jack’s groan as he spit on his cock and jacks himself off.

“Open up for me, baby.” Jack moans as he taps the head of his cock on your ass. You let out a whine when you felt his cock nudging between your lips, you moaned out loud when you felt him slide himself inside. The sensation of his fat cock expanding your walls was painfully good.

“Pussy so good baby. You're my girl right, baby? Tell me you're my good girl.” Jack tells you as he leans against you and starts fucking you. You were moaning when Jack stuffed his fat fingers in your mouth, you can taste the maple syrup on his fingers from his breakfast.

“Tell me, you're my good girl?” Jack tells you again while his fingers slips out of your mouth as he kept fucking you hard. Drool spilled from the corner of your mouth, as Jack’s fingers slipped out of your mouth and held the back of your neck, to hold you down. Your stretched leg on the edge of the counter was starting to become numb but it felt good to move. You were at a good level, Jack was tall and he didn't have a need to bend too much at this position.

“I’m your good girl daddy.” You mewl out as you feel Jack’s other hand go between your legs. His fingers rubbing your clit as he kept pounding you.

“That’s it, keep clenching daddy’s cock.” He says making you whimper as his cock keeps thrusting in a rough pace.

“Take it. T-T-Take daddy’s cock.” Jack mumbled behind you as his balls slapped against your puffy lips, sending shocks to your throbbing clit everywhere his balls were mushed against your clit.

You heard Jack chuckling when you cry out as he rubs your clit quickly, your hands were sliding off the marble counter but you kept your gripped when Jack pulled you up in a standing up position. The position had made you moaning out loud as you felt his cock deeper inside of you.

You feel his soft and pudgy stomach press up against your ass as he keeps thrusting into you.

“Du wurdest nur für mich gemacht.” (You were made just for me.) Jack tells you when you came on his cock. He held onto you as whimpered, clenching around him. Jack kissed your back as he waited for you to come down from your high. He waited for you to look over your shoulder to give him a nod. He took a deep breath when he gave him a nod, he made you cum and now it was his turn.

You whined as you felt his cock sliding in and out of you, you were grunting every time he slammed into you. You blushed at the squelch sound you made when he started to fucked you harder.

“Com’ on. Com’ on.” Jack hissed as he leans you over and stats to fuck you into a quicker and faster pace. Your head bob up and down as he held on to your shoulders as he fucked you. You cry out when you feel him stop and pressed his hips against your ass. You dropped your mouth open when you felt him cumming, you let out a moan as he let go of your shoulders. You laid your head down, forehead against the marble counter, you had lost feeling on your leg that was still up on the counter. Your other leg was barely standing, your inner thigh twitching.

You looked to the side of the wall and looked at the clock. Jack kissed your ass as he slowly moved your leg off of the counter down the ground. You whined when you felt the blood rushing through your leg. Jack held your ankle as he mumbled against your skin. He had even kneel down. His fingers softly messaging the numbed ankle all the way up to your thigh. His fingers played with the hem of the skirt for a while before pulling it down to cover your ass.

“Thank you, daddy.” You said as you pushed yourself away from the counter.

“Go upstairs and put on some underwear. We have to leave now. You don’t want daddy to be late, do you?” Jack said as he walked with you out of the kitchen. You felt him rub your arm as he took you by the staircase.

“Hurry up! I’m gonna check when you come down.” Jack yelled out as he walked back to the kitchen, picking the plates off the table to soak in the sink.

#jack gladney #jack gladney smut #dark content #be warned #stepdad #stepdad!jackgladney #tw.incest #tw.dark content #tw: stepcest #Smut #we fucking

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crow-caller · 11 months

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Behold the amazing Babette, who somehow caught a rainbow on her chest.

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This is a submitted post, hence the weird reply note, but I love your cat so much. Did you know? Her nose is shaped like a heart. Did you know? She has a rainbow in her.

Did you know? Babette is the name of my nearly 101 year old Oma who recently emailed again out of the blue to confirm she's STILL kickin since since then the name Babette has shown up everywhere in my life, psychic waves sent off by her sheer force of life

#submission #oma babette too strong. I'll read her books one day. sorry oma

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xelmokidx · 11 months

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Runaway

omg I thought if this while I was daydreaming and I needed to make it lol

I loosely based that off of runaway by Kanye, I know he’s an asshole and allat, but he makes some good fucking songs I’ll tell you that

warnings: none, just cursing and Jessie boy being his sarcastic rude self

Reader is loraleis adopted daughter

Jess x artsy emoish! Reader ; angst

To him, you were everything. You were his everything. You were orange to his complementary blue. The sun to his clouds. The fire to his ice.

But he fucked it up. He didn’t tell you how he felt. He didn’t tell you how much he loved you. How much it hurt to not be near you. How tight his chest felt whiteout your love and affection.

“guess who’s back?” You yell out to the house. Rory squeals, forgetting about the decorations she was supposed to be hanging in your honor.

“I missed you!” She says, squeezing you tighter. “I missed you too, sissy.” You whisper back, nuzzling your face in her weirdly smooth and perfect hair.

Later on, you had unpacked your bags, eaten the diner that Sookie had prepared, and gone up to your room. You were now reading with Jess, just as you had done years before.

Jess didn’t know how to talk to you. Not that anything had changed. It’s not like you can just blurt out, “hey, welcome back. Also did you know I’m dating your sister?” So, he stayed quiet.

Well, you tried.

you say, trying to spark up some conversation. Jess looks up. “I could never take much intimacy,”

“the look in your eye is killing me” you speak, your voice slightly breaking.

“You could blame me for everything, I just need you” his hand clenches at his jeans.

This kiss was the start and end of you both. The end, goodbye, no more. You somehow wish you didn’t runaway.

#jess mariano #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #i don’t know how I feel abt this #Tell me this is good oml #jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano x reader

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archangeldyke-all · 10 months

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okay, wait y all

EXSEV i mean how she be, toxic? possesive? maybe none of that

maybe she gonna kiss/ fuck you so everyone knows your still hers? idk

maybe you have new partner?

if this inspires you, is nlt necessary have to be what i said, maybe she is a cry baby

but if you do i die for see sev on her knees beg to have you back.

if your comfortable, kiss

omg... OMGGG okay...

(just a quick heads up! this one has a brief scene where reader vomits, so if that is a trigger for u plz don't read!)

men and minors dni

there isn't a big fight. well, that's not entirely true. you fight it tooth and nail, but sevika stays stoic, sad, and sure. she's breaking up with you. you don't understand why.

"i thought things were good-- i thought you loved me!" you shout. you're in your pajamas, had been expecting sevika to come home and cuddle you. you never would've guessed this was coming.

she nods. "they are. i do." she says.

"so then why the fuck--"

"i don't know!" she shouts suddenly. it's silent as she gathers her thoughts. "i just can't do this anymore." she says softly.

"you can't be serious." you whisper. sevika shrugs, looking down at her feet. "what happened today?" you ask. "you-- everything was fine this morning!" sevika shrugs again, still not looking at you. you scoff.

if she had said something, she would've said that today at work she narrowly avoided a knife to her stomach. she would've said that she's never been scared to die before, but today-- she was terrified. all she could think about was your face when you'd get the news. all she could think about was how she could never hurt you like that.

if she had said something, you wouldn't have stormed off to pack a duffel bag, muffling your sobs with the back of your hand.

if she had said something, you would've stayed-- told her that you're both guaranteed to die someday, that you just wanted to spend every moment alive you could with her.

but she didn't. so you left.

sevika is miserable without you. she thought she'd just be back to her old self, the person she was before you-- grumpier, quieter, more tired.

she wasn't. she was much worse than that.

she felt physically ill each morning when she woke up without you beside her. each night, she'd lay in bed awake, her mind replaying the pathetic sobs you tried to hide from her while you packed your bags that night.

each time she comes home to an empty apartment it's like a punch to her gut. her closet is bare now, without your clothes shoved up against hers. her shelves are nearly empty-- all your knickknacks and books gone.

so she starts avoiding home. starts spending more and more hours at the last drop, nowhere near ready to return to babettes. the thought of fucking someone besides you makes her sick.

she doesn't hear from you at all.

you aren't doing much better than she is, but you're determined to avoid her at all costs. the thought of seeing her makes you cry.

about a month after the break up, you bump into her on the street.

you were walking home from the market, hands full with paper bags, trying to figure out what you were going to cook for dinner.

you bumped into someone, cursing and apologizing, cutting yourself off when you look up and your eyes meet with sevika's.

you're both shocked to silence. for a heartbreaking moment, everything feels normal again, like the two of you are walking home from the market together and sevika's stopped in the middle of the street to kiss you.

you shake your head. that's not what's happening here.

you take a step away from her. "hey, sevika." you say sadly.

her heart breaks at the use of her full name. you were the only one who ever called her 'sev.' she missed the nickname.

"hey." she grunts awkwardly. you look around, trying to avoid her gaze, and let out a spiteful laugh when you see the building sevika's loitering in front of.

"back to your girls already?" you spit. sevika freezes, looking over her shoulder at the glowing neon light of babette's.

"no i'm not-- silco's here on business."

"right." you say sarcastically, taking another step away from her. "'s this why you ended it? missed 'em that much?" you ask. "or maybe you were fuckin' 'em all along. didn't want me to figure it out."

you're spiraling right in the middle of the street, all the rage and sadness and grief boiling over at the sight of sevika.

"don't be fucking stupid. you know i'd never cheat on you." she spits. you laugh hysterically.

"yeah, well there were a lot of things i thought i knew, sevika." you say. "thought i knew you were the one." you shrug. "guess i was wrong about that, though, huh?"

you may as well have ripped her heart out through her chest. she realizes then what she's done to you, how heartbroken you truly are. she has to ball her hands into fists to keep from reaching up and brushing your tears away. she bites her tongue and reminds herself that this is what she wanted.

"have a good night." you say, sidestepping her and hitching your paper bags further up your hip. "don't forget to tip your girl."

your friends take you out one night in an attempt to cheer you up. it's been a month and a half since the breakup, and you still feel just as gutted and horrible as the night it happened.

they take you to the last drop, but only after you give it the okay. you still have sevika's schedule memorized, so the only reason you agree is because you know she'll be off tonight.

it's nice to be back. sevika's coworkers greet you with smiles and hugs, telling you they've missed having you around, asking you where you've been.

you realize that sevika hasn't told them about the breakup. it makes you furious.

"she broke up with me." you say to theriam as he whips up your usual drink order. he freezes.

"seriously?" you nod. "what the fuck'd she do that for?" he asks. you try not to burst into tears at the question, simply shrugging.

"wish i knew." you whisper. "think she got bored of me." he scoffs behind the bar.

"no way, she's obsessed with you. it all makes sense now, she's been a total bitch for like... five or six weeks now." he says. "she's been miserable." he adds. you shrug again.

"yeah?" you ask. he nods. "good." you say. he chuckles and passes you your drink, telling you to have a fun night.

you and your friends dance and drink-- and for a few hours you really do manage to feel okay again. that is, until sevika walks in.

your eyes meet across the dance floor and you both freeze. sevika feels something warm bubble up in her stomach at the sight of you, and she tries to swallow it down.

she storms to the bar to drink away her feelings, downing three shots in quick succession before ordering a drink.

you keep your eyes trained on sevika, a fact she's well aware of. she can feel your gaze on her, she's always been able to. she wonders if she should come talk to you, wonders if it would be the right thing to say hello.

she catches your eye from the bar and waves shyly at you. you roll your eyes at her but wave back anyways. she has to bite back a grin.

beside her, a woman's hand slowly snakes up her arm. she's so caught up in the sight of you she doesn't notice one of babette's girls (for the life of her she can't remember her name) draping herself over sevika until the woman's purring in sevika's ear.

"long time no see, sevika." she whispers, her tongue flicking sevika's earlobe. sevika jumps in her seat, whipping around to face the woman, then back around to face you.

you look devastated.

you look... slightly green.

sevika pushes the woman off of her as you bolt from the bar, running after you.

she finds you vomiting in the alley between bouts of crying.

"shit." she says at the sight of you. she walks over to pull your hair back from your face and rub on your back, only to be furiously smacked away by you.

"get the fuck away from me!" you cry out before another round of bile forces its way out of you. she doesn't move, and your vomit splatters on her shoes. it makes you feel slightly better.

"you okay, baby?" she asks. the petname rolls off her tongue subconciously, and she cringes when she hears herself say it.

you snap up from where you were bent over, fire in your eyes as you shove sevika away from you with both hands, hard. she barely stumbles.

"you do not get to call--"

"i know." she cuts you off. "i'm sorry. it was a mistake." she says softly.

suddenly, you're bursting into tears. you bury your face in your hands and try to compose yourself, but something about sevika's presence makes it impossible.

across from you, sevika is digging her nails into her palm to keep from reaching out and gathering you in her arms. she tries speaking.

"it's not what it looks like." she says. you laugh between your cries, shaking your head.

"none of my business anyways, you're not mine anymore." you reply shakily. with a deep breath, you pry your hands away from your face, wiping away your tears and snot.

it's sevika's turn to laugh. "don't be ridiculous." she says. you blink up at her in confusion, your eyes wide and watery, and something inside her snaps. "of course i'm still yours!" she shouts. you jump at the outburst. "i can't sleep, i can't eat, i'm a fucking mess all the time. i can't even-- i can't even step foot inside babette's, the thought of someone else makes me sick to my stomach. i can't go home either-- not without you there. you're all i ever think about, and i miss you so much it hurts!" she finishes with a shout. rage bubbles up inside of you.

"then why'd you break up with me, jackass?!" you spit out. "you did that, remember? that wasn't me, that was you. none of this is my fault-- i don't even know why it happened! you left for work one morning as the love of my life and you came home that night and dumped me! i-- you-- you fucking broke my heart," your voice cracks, "and now you're acting like it's my fucking fault!"

sevika is silent. this is the last thing she ever wanted. she broke up with you to avoid this, to avoid the horrible heartbroken look on your face, to avoid the way your hands are shaking uncontrollably by your sides. it occurs to her now, with you sobbing uncontrollably in front of her, that maybe leaving you wasn't the best way to keep you safe and happy. maybe you needed her as much as she needed you.

she thinks about it for a second, how heartbroken she would've been if you'd dumped her out of the blue with no explanation. she thinks she'd probably have gone on a murderous rampage.

oh shit, she thinks as she watches you storm past her back into the bar, i've made a horrible mistake.

sevika spends the rest of the weekend working on 'operation: win you back.' it goes something like this:

on monday morning you get to work and find an envelope stuffed in your locker. you open it curiously, it isn't signed or addressed, and you wonder if it's an old paycheck your manager forgot to give you.

inside is a five page handwritten letter from sevika. upon seeing her handwriting, you scoff and crumble the letter up, throwing it back in your locker and slamming the door.

that night, though, as you're shoving your coat on to leave for work, you can't help but slip the ball of paper into your pocket. you tell yourself it's just to take it home to throw away, but you know it's a lie.

you read it in bed that night, sobbing. the letter is unfiltered and rambling, you chuckle a few times at lines you can practically hear sevika speaking out loud in your mind.

"i think i fucked up," is one of your favorite lines, second to "i'm never going to be able to stop loving you."

the letter details everything, the near death miss you'd never known about, the way she had a panic attack in the back of the last drop afterwards, her mind imagining your heartbroken wails as you get the news she's died. she writes about how miserable she was without you, how everything seemed to get dimmer, how food lost its taste, and drinking lost its fun. she writes about realizing how much she must have hurt you, how sorry she is for being so careless with your heart.

you fall asleep with the papers pressed against your chest.

on tuesday, you wake up to someone knocking at your door, a deliveryman with a bouquet you needed to sign for.

when you take the flowers inside you open the card in the front. it simply reads, 'have a good day. S.'

on wednesday, you bump into sevika as you leave work to start your walk home. she avoids your gaze as she asks to walk you home. you say yes, heart melting at the awkward way she's rubbing the back of her neck.

"how've you been?" she asks you. you chuckle and shrug.

"goin' through a rough patch with my girlfriend, so you know. things could be better." you say.

you don't miss the grin that grows on sevika's face when you refer to her your girlfriend. she doesn't mention it, and you don't either, but you do reach out to snatch her hand into yours.

she doesn't kiss you goodbye when you get home, but she does hug you for a solid three minutes, breathing in your scent, soaking in the way you feel against her body.

god, she'd missed you.

nothing happens on thursday. at least, that's what you think until you get home and see sevika waiting outside of your front door with takeout in her hands. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"i don't remember inviting you over." you say. she shrugs.

"you don't have to let me in. just wanted to make sure you were eating right." she says as she hands the bag of food to you.

you consider her for a moment, then roll your eyes.

"come on." you say, as you unlock your door. "i don't have any whiskey but i've got some beers in the fridge."

the two of you spend the night catching up on the couch. sevika tells you all the crazy work stories she hasn't been able to tell anyone for nearly two months, and you do the same.

after a few beers, you both start talking about what went down between the two of you. sevika apologizes profusely, going into great detail on how she's going to make it up to you, how she's going to rebuild the trust she broke. you roll your eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling at her words.

"what?" she asks. you scoff.

"you're gonna make me cry again." you huff. "don't you think you've done enough of that lately?" you ask wobbly as tears start to bubble up in your eyes. sevika takes a shaky breath beside you.

"don't cry." she demands. "'cause then i'll cry." you laugh, and lean forward to bury your face in her chest.

sevika freezes for a moment, before reaching up to curl her arms around you, holding you against her as both of you cry.

you make her sleep on the couch that night, because you're still feeling a bit butthurt.

but in the middle of the night, you wake up cold and alone and acutely aware of sevika snoring twenty feet away from you. fuck it you think as you get out of bed and shuffle into the living room, nudging sevika awake.

"wha-?" she blinks awake. "you okay, honey?" you melt at the nickname.

"come on." you say, turning to walk back to your bedroom.

sevika sits in confusion for a few moments until you call for her from bed. "come on, sev!" she sprints into your room, diving into bed and giggling as she curls up in your arms.

on friday, you wake up with sevika on top of you, snoring away, right where she belongs. you breathe in the smell of her shampoo, press a kiss to her scalp, whisper sweet nothings into the top of her hair.

she wakes up somewhere between your "i love you so fuckin' much." and your "you're such a fuckin' asshole for making me pay rent all on my own."

"jus' move back in with me." she grumbles, still half asleep. you laugh.

"signed a year long lease." you say.

"so break it." she groans as she picks her head up to look at you, shuffling off your tits to lay beside you on a pillow. you turn over to face her, your noses brushing together.

"and wreck my credit? what'll happen next month when you break up with me 'cause someone shoots at you?"

it's quiet for a second, and you sigh.

"sorry. that was fuckin' rude." you grunt out. sevika shakes her head.

"it's cool, i deserve that." she says.

"it's not cool. not after last night. and this whole week. i get it, sev. i get why you did it. it just..."

"really fucking sucked of me?" she guesses. you giggle.

"yeah." you say. she smiles.

"so let me move in with you." she says with a shrug. you gawk at her. she shrugs. "i'll break my lease. i just wanna... be with you. if you'll have me."

"your apartment's half a block from your job!" you say. she shrugs. "and the shower here sucks!" she shrugs again.

"yeah, but you're here." she says easily. tears start welling in your eyes.

"okay." you huff out. sevika beams. "but i reserve the right to actually fucking murder you if you break my heart like that again." you add on. sevika grins.

"of course, baby."

you were gonna make her wait a few more days to kiss her again, but you can't keep yourself from leaning forward to kiss her breathless right then and there.

sevika's crying when you pull away.

"what's wrong!?" you ask, panicked. she giggles and pulls you in for another quick kiss before she speaks.

"nothing. i'm just so fuckin' happy you're mine again."

the two of you spend the weekend moving sevika into your apartment.

the space starts feeling like home with each box of sevika's stuff you unload.

you sleep soundly for the first time in weeks on saturday night, after sevika'd spent hours eating you out.

on sunday, she takes you out for dinner and a walk in the park. unbeknownst to you, sevika's 'win you back' plan had one final bonus step titled 'if things go well.'

you're in the middle of rambling to sevika about the book you're in the middle of reading when she stops in her tracks. you pause and turn around to look at her.

"you okay?" you ask. it's just the two of you in the park this late at night. you and a few geese swimming in the fountain pond beside you.

"i--i was gonna wait til we had a house together." sevika says. you furrow your brow in confusion. "but these past two months made it crystal clear to me that if there's ever anyone in this world who'll get me-- it's you." she says. you frown, unsure of where she's going.

"baby what--"

"and i-- you know, i'm trying to tell you my feelings now. all of them." she says. you nod, encouraging her to talk but still completely unsure of where her train of thought is headed. "so... right now-- and honestly probably for years now-- i feel like i want to marry you. and know it's probably a bad time to do this because we just broke up, but... i feel like i don't wanna wait anymore to make you my wife." she rushes out. you blink at her and she shrugs. "you don't have to--"

she's cut off by your hysterical laughter as you double over in front of her. "you're proposing!?" you gasp out. she nods in confusion. you burst into another round of laughter. "sevika!" you laugh.

"what?"

"this is a horrible time to propose! and you're not even on one knee! and you don't have a ring! you're crazy!" you say between laughs. she frowns, looking down at herself like she's just now noticing these things too. she pouts. you take a moment to compose yourself, wiping away your tears of laughter and standing back up to your full height. "you're lucky i'm fuckin' crazy for you, too." you say, leaning up to kiss her pout away.

"is-- what-- does that mean...?"

"yes. i'll marry you." you say, nodding. sevika blinks, then grins, tackling you onto the grass beneath you and kissing you breathless.

"i love you so fucking much." she says against your lips.

"i love you too." you say, giggling up at her. "good job sharing your feelings."

"yeah?" she asks you, pride shining through her voice. you grin and nod.

"definitely."

"i'm sorry i didn't do it right--"

"i don't care." you cut in. "i mean-- you're definitely getting me a ring, and a nice one too!" you say pointing up at her where she hovers above you. she nods enthusiastically. "but-- it was perfect. i mean it was horribly unromantic and i think i'm laying in goose shit right now, but it was you, you know? i'll always say yes to you." you say, grinning. sevika melts above you.

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she says. you smile. sevika leans down to kiss you, not even caring that the hand she's holding herself up with is squishing a pile of shit.

hell, she'd eat shit if it meant you kept giggling and kissing her like this.

so, overall, the breakup was shit. but it ended up being one of the best things that's happened to either of you.

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