#my dad especially keeps saying it’s all in my head

[lemonsharkgirlfriend]

my thoughts on the s2ep1 hotd leaks as someone who holds an associate's degree in alicent studies (two-year ceaseless obsession spurred on by grad school application stress and living-with-my-dad-itis)

spoilers below

first, it seems the leaks are likely true, but they have not been confirmed in any official capacity. until we know the true events and context of the alleged scene, we don't actually know anything. keep in mind, the people propagating these rumors are generally anti-alicent/daemon fans (i.e., they are going to bring their own bias into their reaction).

that out of the way, i am going to address the question: what if alicent really does have sex with criston, and would it really "ruin everything?"

to begin, most importantly, throughout s2 promotion, rhaenyra and alicent have been reiterated over and over and over again as the focus of the story. this goes along with the writer's intentions since season 1. additionally, other leaks suggest that rhaenyra and alicent will reunite at least once (maybe more, but it is not confirmed) throughout s2; the confirmed meeting between rhaenyra and alicent's takes place during the finale, the climax of the season, belaboring their relationship's importance. in short, it is basically explicitly stated that rhaenyra and alicent's relationship will remain the premise of the show, and this will persist regardless of a relationship between alicent and criston in the first episode.

next, the supposed "out-of-character-ness" of it all: what would lead these two characters who purposefully repress their sexuality and revere each other as chaste archetypes of chivalry to have sex with each other? ultimately, like i stated in the beginning, this question can only be answered when the actual context of the scene is revealed to us.

that being said, i think, given what we do know of the scene's context (being muddled somewhere among the revelation of lucerys's death/blood and cheese), there is reason enough for irrationality, at least on alicent's part. alicent's behavior is not always rational with regard to her children or rhaenyra. that is all to say, there is a basis for alicent behaving impulsively under stress.

now, criston. i would not put anything past that man. i do not think criston's intentions have been in the least bit pure. he hid the succession plan from alicent, he killed beesbury in cold blood, and he is generally a treacherous person. i think he has these concepts of galant knighthood and courtly love in his head, but he never makes an effort to really adhere to them. i think criston would be fine having sex again, especially considering he's about to go to war; maybe his suicidal ideation will mirror alicent's. honestly don't care about him, considering he literally dies shortly after alicent officially becomes the queen in chains (i.e., i don't think this scene will be about him "liberating" her with sex because he's dead shortly after she's legit imprisoned).

so, we've established that alicent isn't always reliablely level-headed and criston is untrustworthy, but more is required to rationalize the sex. this is understandable considering alicent's been abused for two decades, and there is a common idea in fanon that alicent's is a lesbian. i will address these two ideas separately.

first, let's start with the lesbian thing... the idea of a “lesbian” does not exist in westeros, and alicent’s sexuality was always going to be more nuanced and complicated than her showing up to the king's landing pride festival 129 AC with a bedazzled 'dyke' tanktop on. she's been abused since she was 14, and her head is full of social rules, religious rhetoric, and otto's propaganda. i truly don't think rhaenyra and alicent's relationship is queerbait, but this was never going to be an explicit, black and white sort of representation of queer sexuality.

now to address the act of sex itself.

first, i want to state that, if this sex scene between criston and alicent is presented as a "liberating" experience for alicent (with no nuance), this story is irredeemable. there is nothing novel or valuable in depicting a survivor of assault being "saved" by sex with a violent, misogynistic man. now, in my opinion, based on the story presented in s1 and the promo for s2, i highly doubt alicent's reaction to this sex she's "chosen" to have with criston will be positive. according to s2 promo and the general vibe olivia cooke is giving regarding alicent in s2, alicent feels insecure and ignored in her new role as queen dowager throughout the season, and she is basically suicidal by episode 7. whatever alicent looks for in sex with criston in ep1, she does not find it.

now, the big question: why would alicent have sex criston? we've already established her potentially imperfect state of mind at this moment, but why sex specifically with criston? this is where we need to put on our tinfoil hats and look at s2 promotional material maybe too closely. for one, alicent's costuming is calling back to young alicent (blue, same silhouette). the dresses are also too big for her, again suggesting a sort of age regression.

on top of that, alicent apparently has moved into rhaenyra's rooms and occupies her council seat. also, there is aemond noting alicent's love for rhaenyra.

basically, everything that has been presented regarding alicent in s2 is like the needle of a compass pointing towards rhaenyra. i think the same would be true regarding a sex scene between alicent and criston (given their established relationship and mutual connection to rhaenyra).

in theory, the sex scene will be presented as a way of connecting alicent to rhaenyra; alicent and criston would be having sex in rhaenyra's room, surrounded by rhaenyra's furniture, on the same bed criston and rhaenyra had sex in. she wants to consume and be consumed by rhaenyra. she wants to see what rhaenyra saw in sex. she wants to see what rhaenyra saw in criston. again though, whatever alicent's looking for, i do not think she will find it in sex with criston.

ultimately, i think this scene will be the first step in alicent moving toward rhaenyra (which is obviously going to be happening in s2 because it has been confirmed that alicent leaves the castle to go see rhaenyra in ep8). not that i think there will be something as crazy as reconciliation, but something is happening.

so, to round back to my original question: what if alicent really does have sex with criston, and would it really "ruin everything?" my answer: i guess it could work. i think its an odd choice for both characters, but i don't think it's so out of left field as some are catastrophizing.

AGAIN, remember we don't really know anything until the episode airs. who knows, maybe it won't even happen. or it does, and it sucks and i stop watching the show but whatever.

tl;dr rhaenyra and alicent 5ever and i don't really care about criston

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

Indisposed (Noah Sebastian fanfiction) chapter seven

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Autors note: hello! an update, finallyyy hehe. also, i found it very hard to pick a gif this time, like hello he's gorgeous on every single one pff 🫠. but then i saw this one and i got a hot flash right away so i was like ... yeah okay then this is the one GYUFHIJOF. anyway, hope y'all enjoy this chapter, it's long asf btw lol. oh and, i wouldn't read it in public if i were you. 🙃

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chapter seven

As I follow the guys, I look at my phone again, having a whole bunch of notifications: two texts from my best friend, five from my mom… including seven missed calls from her.

‘Oh please no,’ I mumble to myself, not looking forward to whatever she has to say to me. Let’s say that me and my mother do not get along very well. 

‘What’s up?’ I hear Noah ask next to me, looking over my shoulder out of curiosity, trying to see the cause of my annoyance. 

‘It’s my mother,’ I sigh. ‘Seven damn missed calls from her. Wonder what I did wrong in her eyes this time now,’ I mumble while rolling with my eyes. 

As soon as Noah hears that it’s about my mom, a frown appears on his face and his forehead wrinkles. He knows a little about her-that I grew up with her and my dad in a little religious town in the UK, and we especially started to not get along anymore when I became a teenager and developed my own will and opinions.

It all just had to turn that big of an issue for her that she basically kicked me out, making me live with my aunt (her sister) here in the United States since I was thirteen. And believe me… I actually had a way better life with my aunt. I have always been hurt deep inside that my own mother kicked me out and found her religious beliefs way more important than her own daughter, but as I grew older I could accept it piece by piece, and I have always been grateful-and still am-that my aunt took me into her loving home. To me, she became more of a mom to me than my own biological one has ever been. A lot of times I have felt like she never deserved that title. 

Of course my older sister, Kate, has always been the perfect daughter to her, following her religious footsteps like some too tall fucking baby duck (she is seriously very tall), making mum and dad always so proud of her. Her noisy ass always has something to say to me too, and makes sure that whatever I share online comes in her greedy hands and my mothers ones as well-hence why she has been calling me so much this night. Of course this has to do something with the picture I have shared of Noah and I-she absolutely does not agree with her brainwashed Christian mind that I work for a band like Bad Omens. Noah-and the rest of the band-do not know everything much by detail, something I for now want to keep it that way, as I am not very fond of talking about my family and our history.

‘That woman again?’ he huffs, shaking his head in slight disbelief of my words. ‘She's such a pain in the ass… What does she want this time?’

‘She probably wants to know why the hell I posed with you like that on our selfie,’ I sigh out of annoyance. ‘Hailey, how can you work for guys looking like that? Hailey, they are covered in tattoos, please tell me you will not do the same! Hailey, how can you work with guys worshiping the devil?’ I mock my mothers words in her annoyingly so called worried voice, the words being something she repeats to me so many times whenever she has the chance to talk to me.

Noah groans in annoyance and rolls his eyes at the sound of my mothers remarks. I know that the woman never fails to astound him. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he curses with a low voice, pinching the bridge of his nose as if I just said something that’s giving him a headache. Well, my mother sure as hell gives me that nine out of ten times. 

‘Can’t you just ignore your mother at times? Just until she finally gets the fucking message? Like… how do you even keep up with her bullshit?’

‘Ha, good joke,’ I mumble at him. ‘Nah, if I don’t respond in a few days, she just calls my aunt, because she knows me and my aunt get along way better and that  knows more about how I’m currently doing than my mom does. God, I wish she could just accept the fact that I’m an adult and have, and can have, my own life,’ I explain with annoyance.

The more I talk about my mother, the more Noah also seems to become annoyed with the situation, as if he knows where I’m talking about. ‘Damn,’ he groans after I just finished speaking, pinching the bridge of his nose out of stress.

‘Your mom is one annoying human being, you know that?’ he half jokes, but gives me an apologetic look after. 

‘Oh trust me-I know,’ I say back, sighing. ‘It's one of the reasons I had no problem getting kicked out by her when she didn’t want me living with her and the rest of the family anymore, back when I was a teen. That’s why I moved from the UK all the way here in America to start a better life with my aunt.’

Noah listens to the words I speak, the annoyance on his face slowly fading away a bit more. ‘I have to say… I still gotta respect you for that. That’s kind of impressive, honestly,’ he softly jokes with a smirk, now nudging his shoulder against me, seeming to try to lessen my stress and annoyance because of my mother by doing so. 

‘Anyone would want to escape from that woman,’ I mumble. ‘And somehow I was the bad guy. Just because I didn’t agree nor believe in her oh so holy Christian beliefs when I grew up,’ I mockingly say.

‘Oh God… your mother is one of those Christians?’ Noah asks, the annoyed expression on his face reappearing immediately as he hears me telling about it. ‘Jesus… No wonder she doesn’t like us then. She probably sees us as some kind of Satan worshippers,’ he grumbles out, rolling his eyes.

I can’t help but snort at his words as I nod. ‘Yeah, and she now thinks that I am too. I bet that she probably tried to call me because she saw our picture, all panicked because you ‘lured me into your Satanic beliefs’ or something,’ I say, trying to let the last words sound all spooky to mock my mom and joke about the situation. 

It makes a genuine chuckle leave Noah’s lips as I do so. ‘Ha, yeah, that’s exactly it…’ he says with a wide smirk, now shaking his head. ‘Your mom makes everything sound so much worse than it actually is… I mean.. we’re not as evil as she makes us out to be, are we?’ he then jokes.

‘Of course not,’ I laugh, shaking my head. ‘But yeah, she was not exactly thrilled that I have a job as a stylist working for a metal band.’

Noah rolls his eyes as I say that. ‘Your mom is always so over dramatic about everything man, whenever I hear you talk about her… honestly, a girl your age shouldn’t have to worry about keeping her mother from being so dramatic and stressed about her life choices,’ he tells me, smiling with a chuckle, and I know that he means well with those words.

‘I know. It’s just… we have been through a lot together, so sometimes it still kinda hurts that she just won't love and accept me for who I am, or the choices I make and how I decide to live my life,’ I shrug, trying to talk casually about it.  As I do, the slight playful smile on Noah’s face turns into a more empathetic and understanding one. He seems to frown at the thought of it, and his brows furrow slightly at the sight of me trying to seem all casual about the situation. 

‘Well… it’s her loss,’ he tells me after with a shrug as he shoves his hands in his pockets, now looking at me with an expression that looks a lot more compassionate. 

‘Guess so. I mean, my aunt is more of a mother to me anyways,’ I mumble, and then sigh as I click on my mothers name on my phone, just to simply text her back: ‘Don’t have time to talk right now, mum. I’ll call you back when I can find the right moment.’

Noah moves a bit closer to me now after I hit the send button, putting his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezing it to comfort me. ‘There you go,’ he chuckles softly as his eyes gaze over my phone. ‘Hopefully that’s enough to keep her from bugging you for the rest of the night.’

‘Yeah… And otherwise I’ll just turn my notifications off,’ I shrug, and then click on the two texts that I have gotten from my best friend Sarah a couple of hours ago. 

‘Girl, since when do you have a boyfriend?? How come it’s Noah?? I know you told me you find him hot and all but oh my god??’

‘Pleaseee text me back asap, I want to know everything!! The tea is hot and I’m sat’ 

I roll my eyes as I chuckle a bit when I read her texts. Of course Sarah wants to know every detail about what happened, which is fair since we haven’t been able to catch up for a while. 

I suddenly hear Noah clear his throat, making me look up from my phone to look at him. He casually-or at least, tries to-walks next to me with his hands still in his pockets, the smirk on his face growing by the second. I raise my eyebrows, as I ask him: ‘What’s so funny?’

He shakes his head and he then meets my gaze, his smirk still big. ‘Nothing,; he says all innocently, the playful glint reappearing in his eyes. ‘It's just… I saw the text from your friend,’ he chuckles, now pointing at the phone in my hand. 

I chuckle, while I smile. ‘Oh yeah, she saw the picture of us together. She of course wants to know all the details.’

‘I figured…’ he laughs now, his smirk becoming more and more cocky. ‘Not gonna lie though. I feel honored by the fact that you told her you think I’m hot,’ he admits cockily and winks at me. 

My eyes turn a bit wide when I look from him, to my phone, and then back to him, my cheeks turning a deep red color. ‘I… Well…’ I begin to stammer, feeling a bit embarrassed and caught. ‘It’s not polite to just stare at someone’s phone, y’know,’ I just try to casually say, pretending to not be affected by his words.

Noah just starts laughing loudly now as he notices the look on my face, seeming to of course enjoy every second of seeing me flustered at what he just said. ‘Sorry, I just couldn’t help it,’ he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders and then looking at me with a mischievous smirk and teasing glint in his eyes.

‘Hmm. I’ll just let it slip for now, Sebastian,’ I say with one raised eyebrow, deciding to just tease him back. 

‘Oh, you will?’ Noah shoots back with still that smirk on his face and raised eyebrow on his own, shaking his head slightly with a chuckle as he looks down at me with a cocky yet amused look on his face. ‘How kind of you.’

The teasing smile on his face grows wider as he again chuckles, the playfulness in his eyes making him more flirtatious and mischievous than ever.

‘Oh shut up you. I need a drink now,’ I mumble, hoping the red in my face will quickly disappear, as we make our way to the afterparty in the building.

Noah again laughs at the sight of the red on my cheeks. For a second his eyes take in my appearance, as he smirks once again. ‘I can get you a drink,’ he responds, then looking at me with a challenging twinkle in his eyes. ‘If you manage to keep yourself from looking at me, and my hot body full of tattoos of course,’ he says so teasingly-of course still referring to my Sarah’s text that exposed me-that it makes me roll my eyes for a second. 

‘Oh, I can easily do that,’ I say while narrowing my eyes at him, my voice sounding slightly playful.

‘You think so?’ Noah shoots back with a grin, now tilting his face slightly to give me a challenging look while he still walks next to me. ‘I doubt it. My tattoos are way too cool not to look at, and a cute little thing like you? I can practically bet money on it that you’ll give in after just a few seconds.’

He is clearly testing me  and trying to get a reaction out of me with his teasing yet daring words, so I just snort at him. ‘Oh please. A few seconds? A bit cocky today, are we now, Noah?’

‘Cocky? Or confident? I’d say I’m confident,’ he shoots back, smirking proudly. ‘There is quite a difference, you know?’ he then chuckles. 

We are nearing the small backstage area that will lead to the afterparty as we talk. The private bar is located for those who are allowed backstage, which I am thanks to our backstage passes and Noah bringing me with him. We walk towards the toilets as we are inside.

‘You wait here please, I’m going to change into something more party-like real quick,’ I say as I walk into a toilet stall and lock the door behind me. 

I quickly get out of my simple work tee and pants, getting my strapless maroon dress with open back that’s folded neatly out of my small-but yet big enough that I can fit a couple of things inside-shoulder bag that I’ve brought with me. The dress looks quite nice on me as I say so myself-the dress hugs my curves and lets my roundings from front and back stand out very well. After that I put on some matching heels that are nice looking yet not too uncomfortable to walk and stand on, and after that I put a hand through my hair to get it to look a little more nice. When I feel good about my looks I walk out of the toilet stall, seeing Noah waiting for me while he scrolls on his phone. 

‘Tadaaa,’ I say, spinning around quickly so he can see my look.

As Noah hears the sound of the toilet stall door opening, he looks up from his phone and puts it back in the backpocket of his jeans, and as soon as his eyes fall  on me walking out of the stall and my little spin, his eyes go a little wider as his jaw drops a little.

‘Oh wow…’ is all he seems to be able to say as he takes in my form, his eyes looking me up and down. He is not even trying to hide the smirk that is appearing on his face after, as he then slowly shakes his head while taking me in once more. 

It makes me smirk broadly myself when I see his reaction, jokingly saying: ‘And weren’t you the one saying that I would be the one not being able to keep my hands off you?’

‘I’m pretty sure those words did leave my mouth, yes,’ he responds, his smirk only widening when he hears my sassy comment. ‘And I don’t think I've ever been proven more wrong, honestly,’ he says as his eyes take in every inch of my body again in my dress, not even hiding the way he is practically admiring my every feature right now.

‘Just wait. I bet I can spend the whole evening without touching you. You in? Or are you afraid to lose?’ I mischievously smile at him.

‘Oh now that…’ -he lets out a devious chuckle at my question, the glint in his eyes only growing more and more mischievous as well as he takes a step closer towards me- ‘...that sounds like a challenge.’

As he speaks further, he looks at me through his eyelashes. ‘One I’m gladly willing to accept, even,’ he says huskily, his expression turning darker as he shoots me a naughty smirk.

‘Okay…’ I start, now also taking a few steps closer to him as I return his smirk. ‘Then it goes in now,’ I whisper into his ear when I stand on my toes to reach it, and then when I stand back normally again I look at him through my eyelashes with a seductive look.

‘Oh yeah? I hope you’re preparing yourself to lose then,’ he smirks as he again moves a bit closer to me, leaning in as his face hovers closely to my own, the devilish look on his face showing he’s gonna try his absolute best to make me break the rule. He wishes. 

‘Hmm… I think I will be fine,’ I say as I narrow my eyes with a naughty smile, before turning around to walk away, knowing very well that my behind and moving curves are perfectly displayed in the dress I’m wearing.

‘Ha, we’ll see about that,’ I hear Noah mumble behind him, making me shake my head and chuckle to myself. 

I walk towards the bar to order myself my first drink, noticing that a few guys standing around the bar at the order side are eyeing my chest more than my eyes, which makes me look at them with a nasty look before turning my back at them, focusing on a talk with my female colleagues I then spot. They excitedly and happily tell me their congratulations when I tell them about the nomination I got from the SMA's.

‘That’s so exciting,’ a light skinned girl from my age, Pearl, tells me when I tell her about the interview and photoshoot that comes with it. Her dark, curly hair is clipped behind her ears, and she wears a short, shiny, light blue-greenish dress that compliments her body and brown skin very well. 

‘Tell me about it,’ I smile. ‘Have to admit though, that I’m also quite nervous about it…’

‘Oh yeah, that’s very logical, it’s your first interview for something like this, right?’

I nod, and Pearl returns it with an understanding but reassuring smile. ‘I’m absolutely sure everything will go just fine. Also…’ she now leans more into me, making me lean more towards her as well, and her eyes now wander to Noah standing in the corner of the room with a drink, alongside Nick and another guy they are talking to.

‘Things are getting more serious, huh?’ she smirks. ‘I’ve always wondered if you guys got something going on, to be honest… With the way you two always act around each other and such,’ she adds, making me blush a little. 

‘Really?’ I nervously ask, and Pearl nods at me.

‘Yeah… I mean, girl-have you seen the way Noah looks at you? I wish a guy could look at me like that,’ she laughs, and I join her, while also feeling a bit warm about the way Noah seems to look at me when I don’t notice.

‘I just…’ I begin to stumble, feeling a little stuck if I could tell my new madly friend a bit of the truth, since Noah and I aren’t really officially out yet. But by the way she looks at me with such a kind and honest look, I decide that I will, also desperately wanting to share my thoughts and feelings with someone about all of this. 

‘Well, let’s say I developed a little crush on him since the day I started working for him and the band,’ I shyly laugh as I begin to explain everything to her, making Pearl knowingly smirk at me. Goddammit. ‘And… when he started returning the jokes I made towards him, and our bond became closer, the jokes just turned a little more into teasing and sometimes even flirting as well… It has been going on for months now, and I couldn’t help but always had some sort of hope because of that, that he likes me back and all…’

‘Well, he obviously does,’ Pearl laughs while she shakes her head at me, taking a sip of her drink. ‘Like c’mon, everyone can tell. The tension between you two…’

I blush one again because of her words, nervously twirling a lock of hair around my finger. ‘You think so?’

‘Duh!’ she certainly exclaims, making me giggle a little, taking a few sips of my drink as well.

‘Well… Something may have happened between us last night…’ I say a little softer now with again a small giggle, making Pear’s eyes turn wide out of curiosity and excitement. 

‘Hello-tell me everything!’ Pear exclaims as she seems to almost want to jump up and down of everything I have just been telling, making me try to calm her down as I shoot her a little awkward smile.

‘Okay so…’ I begin, as I take a deep breath with the corners of my mouth curling up again. ‘Me and Noah slept together last night. The night before this show, I mean.’

‘GIRL!’ Pearl now beams because of my words, which makes a couple of people look at both me and her, and as I laugh at her I again try to calm her down by shushing her.

‘How was it?!’ she now wants to know, making me look at Noah again for a moment, still standing in the corner of the room with Nick and the other guy. As soon as his eyes lock with mine, I can’t help but swoon a little when I think back of our intimate moment last night. It also doesn’t help that he winks at me, making me quickly shoot my eyes at Pearl again as I grin with slight colored cheeks. And, it makes me shoot back a lot more of my drink, making me squeeze my eyes shut for a couple of seconds. 

‘Trust me… Noah is like some kind of God in bed, and I’m not even religious,’ I slur a little now that the alcohol starts kicking it, making me giggle like some in love teenager, and Pearl groans out of playful jealousy and excitement. 

‘Damn girl. Noah Sebastian and Hailey Clark slept together… I must say, you two make quite the attractive couple…’ Pearl then winks at me as she said those words, and I blush for what feels like the hundredth time this night.

‘You think so?’ I ask Pearl whilst still being flattered about it, and she heavily nods.

‘C’mon, look at you two, being handsome and everything,’ she cheers, making me laugh behind my hand. 

‘Yeah… Noah is quite handsome indeed,’ I answer, my mind trailing off to daydream about him-shirtless, touching me, kissing me… which then reminds me of the bet me and Noah made, so I quickly try to snap out of my unholy daydreams. 

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Pearl giggles, and when we say our goodbyes after because she spots someone else she knows, I walk towards Noah and the other guys he is standing with, with now a wine glass in my hands after I ordered it.

As Noah sees me walking towards him and the others, a devilish smirk appears on his face immediately. When I stand next to him, he glances at me, his eyes slowly trailing over my form, before coming back towards my face again while the smirk on his face only widens. 

‘Hi there,’ I greet him with a sly smile, and then nod as a greeting to the others. 

‘Noah was just about to tell us about that time you were absolutely shit faced and me and Jolly had to carry him to our hotel room ourselves, right Noah?’ Nick says with a playful smile towards him, making the other guys in the circle laugh and I can’t help but chuckle softly as well.

Noah rolls his eyes at Nick, but the smile still remains on his face as he slowly shakes his head. ‘Yeah, yeah, very funny,’ he says, ‘I can still remember the both of you had to carry me, and I mean I can’t help it if I’m a little weak to alcohol sometimes, can I?’ he now shoots back with a chuckle, and gives me a teasing look after as he turns to look at me again. 

‘Ah, no of course not Noah,’ Nick chuckles and I shake my head with a little laughter, my head now filled with an image of Noah having to be carried to the hotel room by Nick and Jolly, it was probably a funny moment.

‘How sad that I missed that moment,’ I now smirk at Noah, leaning towards him just a little, so our hips almost touch each other. 

My words make him raise an eyebrow with a small, playful smile. ‘Oh, I’m sure we can arrange that this will happen another time,’ he chuckles, returning my smirk and mirroring my action by leaning just a little closer to me as well, our hips now inches apart. Interesting move, Sebastian.

‘Well, make sure that I won’t miss it this time then,’ I wink, as I then take a sip of my wine. ‘But please not tonight though… I do not really look forward to having to carry you with that other idiot,’ I say, pointing at Nick, who pretends to be offended by my words.

Noah laughs at my comment, shaking his head as he looks over at Nick. ‘You hear that, Nick? Hailey doesn’t want to carry me with you, or the both of us I think,’ he teases Nick with a chuckle, earning him a small punch against his shoulder and a laugh. 

‘I think she would rather have you carry her home instead, mate,’ Nick jokes while jokingly slapping against his shoulder a few times before leaving with the other guys, making me shake my head with a little laugh. Noah does the same, his eyes now trailing back to me. He raises an eyebrow as his eyes meet mine again. 

‘So, little mouse, you want me to carry you home instead, huh?’ he says, a smirk visible on his face again as he starts to lean even closer towards me, but this time from the front.

‘Maybe… too bad we still have that bet going on, though,’ I teasingly yet daringly smirk at him, putting both my hands behind my bag. 

His eyes widen a little as I mention the best, and he lets out a sigh after-a frustrated and amused sigh-as if he forgot our bet for a moment. ‘Oh I know…’ he says, sounding just a little tired, while he trails one of his fingers over my shoulder in the air, then over my chest, and stops it as it’s just inches away from my skin. ‘Do you have an idea how much I have to keep myself back from touching you right now, mouse, hm?’

‘Is that you saying that I’m gonna win the bet?’ I say as the corners of my mouth curl even more upwards.

A low and frustrated groan leaves Noah’s mouth as he looks away, taking a sip of his drink, before looking back at me with narrowed eyes. ‘Don’t be so full of yourself, mouse. I’m going to win-I always win,’ he says in a low voice, before leaning closer again, his thumb now rubbing over my bottom lip… making me almost explode by amusement, but also sexual frustration.

‘Yet… here you are… Already losing,’ I say, smiling against his thumb.

He then freezes as he hears me, and his jaw drops slightly, making me bite my lip harshly to hold myself back from laughing madly. He slowly looks down at his thumb against my lip, then back at my face. 

‘I… Oh for fucks sake, I…’ Noah tries to stumble out, before letting go of his glass that he quickly sets down on a small table next to us with his other hand, reaching for my waist with it instead. I squeal, giggling when he grabs me by the waist to push me frustratedly against his body. 

‘Oh, how I love to see you frustrated like that,’ I smirk evilly, a playful twinkle in my eyes.

He groans again, his hands trailing onto my waist with a firm grip as he presses himself close against me. ‘You’re enjoying this quite a lot, aren’t you? Seeing me being so frustrated like this…’ he whispers in my ears, his breath ghosting over my skin.

‘I quite do actually, yeah,’ I smirk, looking him straight into his eyes as he leans back from my ear. His eyes lock with mine, and he lets out yet another groan as he shakes his head, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against mine. 

‘God, it just makes me want to kiss you all over, mouse. It’s driving me insane…’ he whispers, as his hands now slide up and down my waist.

‘Not here in public, right?’ I teasingly dare him, and he huffs as his hands suddenly tighten the grip at my waist, his teeth gritting a little while he slightly shakes his head. 

‘God… don’t tempt me. Not here, not now, or it will make me lose this bet I made-which starts over again now, by the way. I am not gonna lose again…’

‘Hmm, alright alright, calm down… I won’t tempt you,’ I say with a little mischievous smile, slowly taking a few steps away from him towards the dance floor in the middle of the room, which makes him drop his hands again. ‘Let’s see how good you are at keeping your words as I dance, okay?’

Noah takes a few deep breaths in through his nose, trying to calm himself down again as he watches me walking to the dance floor. ‘Oh, you’re a teasing little thing, aren’t you now…’

‘Maybe,’ I wink over my shoulder, and a tipsy giggle leaves my mouth when I enter the dance floor, beginning to move my hips and making my body feel loose as I dance along to the music in between the crowd.

My hands move over my body to my hair as I get lost in the music, my dress sliding up a little as I do so. I keep eye contact with Noah as I then confidently yet seductively dance.

Noah bites his lip as he sees my dress ride up just a little, and I see him mutter ‘Jesus Christ’ to himself as I look at his lips, a little goran leaving him as his eyes never once leave mine. I see him fight the urge to walk over to me at first, but he decides to do so as he says: ‘You really just can’t stay innocent, can you…’

‘Guess not,’ I say as I then teasingly stick my tongue out to him. A smirk returns to his face as soon as he sees me doing that, running his fingers through his hair as his eyes rake over my figure yet again. 

‘You’re going to be the demise of me. You know that, don’t you?’ he says, almost growling slightly at the end. 

‘Mhm,’ I giggle with a small nod, now dancing close to his body as I let my hips loose again. A low and frustrated groan leaves his mouth once more, and he can’t take his eyes away from my body, which is only moving closer and closer towards his body, almost inches apart. I love this, I love it so much to frustrate him and tease him so hard like this, seeing him struggle with the desire and need I am building up through him more and more.

And the moment I come close to him when I let my hips loose he can’t take his eyes away from my body, making him seem more and more frustrated by the second. His hands then immediately reach out to my hips, and his fingers dig into my flesh as he lets out a deep grumble. When he pushes me against him, a small gasp leaves my mouth, grinning because I won-once again. His eyes flutter close as he feels my body against his, and his breaths grow deeper. But the smirk soon disappears from his face again though, as his eyes suddenly widen, now realizing as well that he just reached out to me again without even noticing he just did it. It makes me feel quite confident and powerful if I’m honest, and I playfully grind against him a little while I dance, and when I can feel his pants tighten because of that I smirk broadly. 

‘Oh for f…’ he mutters, not finishing his sentence when he bites his lip out of frustration, looking like he wants to start walking away, but he then suddenly stops in his tracks when he feels me grinding against him. It makes him bite his lip once again, his grip on my hips tightening.

‘I love how I can wrap you around my finger just like that,’ I grin when I turn around to face him again, playfully giving his nose a boop. ‘It’s just so easy…’ I then say, resting my arms in his neck as a mischievous smile appears on my face yet again.

Noah groans again and rolls his eyes at my comment, but his breath hitches slightly as he feels my arms around his neck. He shakes his head again, a smirk appearing on his face. 

‘You’re a menace. You know that, right?’ he then replies to me, before quickly removing my arms again and cursing under his breath when he realizes he’s just once again touching me without even noticing. Oh, how I love this.

‘Well, there I go-losing yet again,’ he mumbles, ‘and that in front of all these people as well…’

‘Fuck them,’ I shrug at his words. ‘I mean, they apparently kinda noticed already that something is going on between us-so I’ve heard-and everyone probably saw our picture together as well… So, just turn that little anxious brain of yours off, yeah?’ I smirk, feeling myself definitely getting tipsy now as I blurt out these words. 

Noah’s nostrils flare as he seems to realize how drunk of confidence I am getting of my drinks, and it clearly gets too much for him as he gives his head a firm shake with a groan. His hands grip my hips again as I still stand in front of him with a teasing and knowing grin, having him say: 

‘Fine. I can’t fight it anymore. Just… just go crazy, I guess.’

His eyes are almost turning dark with desire, making me slightly chuckle at him. ‘Good. I will, as long as you’ll join me,’ I grin.

Noah bites his lips for a second before a devilish smirk appears on his face as well, and a dark look appears in his eyes.

‘Oh doll… You know I will,’ he says in a low, growly voice, his eyes raking up and down my body. ‘Now come here.’

I am so turned on by his words and dark gaze alone, so it makes me jump into his arms without thinking about it, wrapping my legs around his body instinctively, making him carry us from the dance room to another, small dark room, with just some dim red lights and little furniture. We both don’t really seem to care about where we are, we just want to feel each other-as soon as he closes the door behind him, he takes no more time as he pushes me against the wall, his body pinned flushed against me between the wall and him. He places his hands on my waist and groans deeply as he buries his face into my neck, making a moan already escape from my lips as he begins to kiss my neck, closing my eyes out of pleasure right away. 

The sounds of my moan is all he needs to hear, and he starts sucking on my skin, his hands running over my body while he pins himself even closer against me. ‘You don’t know how bad you got me craving to touch you like this with those dance moves of yours, little mouse,’ he whispers in between kisses all over my neck.

I roll my eyes back by hearing him speak those words to me and run my fingers through his hair, as I enjoy every single kiss on my sensitive skin. His own breaths grow deeper and deeper as he kisses and sucks all over my neck now, his hands sliding all over my body as he presses himself even more flush against me. 

‘God, you’re driving me wild, doll, you know that?’ he groans lowly, his teeth grazing over my neck. His words alone drive me absolutely wild and hot, so I grab his face to hungirly kiss him. 

He lets out an approving groan against my mouth as mine meets his, before kissing me back just as passionately as if he has been craving this all night. ‘Fuck,’ he then hisses against my mouth as his hands hold onto my hips fiercely now. 

The combination of his cursing and his  tongue circling around mine makes me moan deeply in response, and by the way he keeps pressing our bodies closer and closer together until there is no single space left, my dress keeps on sliding higher and higher. 

Noah’s grip on my hips just keeps on tightening as he feels the fabric ride up as well. ‘God damn-it’s so hard to keep that promise just to keep my fucking hands off you right now…’

‘Fuck that promise, honest to God,’ I mumble with a hoarse voice, wanting and needing him to touch and kiss me everywhere at this point.

‘You don’t have to tell me twice… I can’t keep my hands off you even if I wanted to,’ Noah groans against my mouth, his hands now wandering up and down my body as he keeps me pinned between himself and the wall.

I can feel Noah’s hands moving to the part where my dress is raised, tucking on the waist of my underwear, making me smirk against his lips a little. ‘Oh, you want me that bad, do you now?’

His breath hitches as he feels the fabric of my panties, and he bites his lips for a second when they leave mine, his big, hard bulge pressing the inner part of my thigh as he looks into my eyes.

 ‘Is that even a question, doll?’ he smirks back. ‘You have been teasing me all damn night, and now we’re finally here alone together, all mine…’

The feeling of him getting hard as he is pressed against me makes me a hot wet mess, and before he can say anything else again I already take my panties off, craving him more by the second. His eyes grow wider as he watches me do so, letting out a shaky and needing breath, his eyes looking over my entire form. ‘God…’

His hands move more lower, feeling the outer part of my core, making me gasp and shiver, and I slowly moan as he begins rubbing it. My eyes squeeze shut, enjoying the pleasure so much. He lets out a groan as his fingers explore my center, watching my facial expressions as I let out my moans. 

‘You really are such a vision,’ he whispers in a low, husky voice as his fingers start moving in slow, circular motions over me. 

And for fucks sake, his hand and fingers are heavenly on and inside of me, so I begin to turn into a heavy panting mess. He smirks as he sees how good I am feeling, still taking in every expression I make, not being able to take his eyes off me.

‘God, that’s it,’ he encourages as my breathing becomes even heavier, his words shooting to my core right away. Noah then doesn’t hesitate as he unbelts his pants with his other hands as he keeps his eyes on his fingers inside of me. His pants slide down his knees and he smoothly pulls off his boxers after, unraveling his length being very excited to wanting to enter me himself, making me smirk widely and evilly. 

‘You’re quite an excited boy yourself, hm?’ I say as I shoot him a playful wink. 

‘You wouldn’t guess how excited you’ve been making me all night, baby,’ he replies, his voice hoarse and full of lust now. I whimper just by hearing those ungodly yet for me holy words alone, and when he finally enters inside of me in a fast movement full of desire, my mouth jaw drops open full of overwhelming pleasure hitting me right away.

His head suddenly drops to the crook of my neck as his breaths get deeper and faster, and he grips onto my waist again to hold himself steady. ‘Oh, God,’ he groans out loud.

As he moves fastly in and out of me, the sound of our skin connecting fills the room, and with every movement he makes I moan and pant faster and harder. Noah presses his forehead against mine now so he can look into my eyes, the pleasure growing more and more with every movement now.

‘Hailey,’ he grunts out my name, his hands holding even more onto my waist. Every time I think our sex can’t get even hotter than the last, Noah always seems to be able to surprise me by getting wilder and loser every time we get intimate again, and I swear that I am almost a leaking mess around his length inside of me.

‘Noah,’ I moan his name back out loud as he keeps thrusting inside of me. His own breathing becomes faster and faster just like mine, as if his own breathing can’t even keep up with his own movements. I’m drowning in our heath and pleasure, and he closes his eyes as he groans against my mouth. 

As I open my eyes my gaze locks with his for a few seconds, his eyes dark with lust and a devilish smile spreading on his face before his eyes squeeze shut, making me feel like he is very close to the edge as well. 

‘Not yet,’ I then hear him murmur towards himself, and he then suddenly in a quick movement lets me go, making my heels clack against the tile floor for a second before he spins me around to press my body against the wall. I just gasp out of surprise yet also excitement, as his length enters me from behind with a quick, fluid movement. He pulls a low growl from his throat as he grips my hips tightly again, and it’s like he is overflowing with lust for me right now-he thrusts into me again with a fast pace, making my jaw fall wide open as I can’t hold back my loud moans, making me fall his name over my lips a couple of times as well.

‘Yeah, that’s me,’ he whispers in my ear in a low voice, his breath quickening even more as he moves against me with an even faster pace than before. ‘You know how bad I have been wanting to do this to you all day, ever since I saw you in my dressing room again? Imagining all the things I could do to your body as I was still on stage?’ he groans out, and I grip around him tighter with his thrusts. 

And God, I almost can’t handle the pleasure mixed with his hot words all at once, as I cry out my pleasure to him. ‘Fucking hell,’ I groan, trying to keep standing on both my feet as he keeps moving in and out of me.

He lets out a moan against my neck, his hands trailing from my hips to my thighs for a second. ‘You like it, don’t you, doll?’ he whispers with his lips against my neck, turning my head around towards his face so he can give me a sloppy and teasing kiss. ‘You want me so damn bad, don’t you?’

I moan out loud just by his words alone again, and heavily nod as I do. ‘So bad,’ I breathe out with a high pitched voice, ‘always so bad.’

Hearing me saying that seems to make him feel even more excited, as he grips into my hips even tighter, pressing me right against him. 

‘You’re mine… all mine,’ he mutters to me with another hungry kiss, his tongue entering my mouth. And that then makes me hit my climax hard, making me squeeze my eyes shut, panting and moaning out the pleasure that hits me, as my arms turn around to grab his bicep, almost digging my nails deeply into his skin, my legs shaking in the moment. 

His head drops inside the crook of my neck, his own breathing heavy and quick as he can feel me gripping around him so tightly, gripping onto me tighter as he feels my nails in his bicep. His hair is lightly brushing against my neck as he tries to just take deep breaths, while he groans deeply and loudly as he lets every moment of our pleasure hit him all at once. 

‘God, babe,’ he mutters against my skin, not even having the breath for more words right now.

‘Come for me,’ I whisper to him as I still try to catch my own breath, my wet spot almost already drooling all over again by the sight of him getting overwhelmed with his own pleasure. He immediately moans at the words that I tell him, his head burying his face into the crook of my neck again as that alone sends him to the edge. He then slowly pulls out of me, making me turn around so we can share a few more sloppy and hungrily kisses, and after that we let each other go again so we can both catch our breath. A smug grin appears on Noah’s face as he notices that I am still  out of breath as well. 

‘Fucking hell,’ I breathe out, ‘I have to kick these out for a few minutes if you don’t mind,’ I say with a small chuckle as I kick my heels off-my legs are currently way too shake to be able to still stand on my heels right now.

Noah just shakes his head, not bothering to actually reply, and a chuckle escapes his lips as well as he takes a few more heavy, deep breaths and looks at me. ‘Not at all,’ he then lets out, smiling sweetly as his hands softly caresses one side of my face, making sure I have him to lean onto while I get used to having my feet firmly onto the ground-as if he didn’t just fuck my brains out a minute ago. 

I stand next to Noah in silence, blinking a few times as I get in thought. I knew he did not ever lie with the confidence and smoothness he always carried around him, but damn-he can be very wild, seductive and hot as hell when it comes to sex. Not gonna lie, I have always liked it rough and dirty as well, but I have never met someone who reached and needed that same level as me, until I met Noah and got intimate with him. And I’m actually glad, because it always made me feel as if I had to be ashamed of the intense and seductive way I like to be intimate with someone. 

I can feel him looking back at me, smiling as he sees my flushed face, his eyes then slipping to my lips, that probably look slightly chewed and messy after our passionate make-out session. He smiles even wider as his big arms wrap themselves around my waist loosely, and he places a sweet kiss against my forehead. 

‘You good to stand?’ he asks, a small teasing tone to his voice, but still very sweet and genuine overall.

‘Yeah… I’m fine now,’  I chuckle, and I give him a deep, long kiss before I get on my heels again. ‘Show must go on,’ I huff when I look down at them, stroking my short dress neat again, and then looking at the small mirror hanging randomly hanging in the quite empty, all black room, so I can make sure my hair is somewhat decent looking enough for others to look at again. 

‘Show must go on,’ he repeats my sentence, his hand reaching forwards to help fix my hair a bit, softly stroking through them. I enjoy his now soft, gentle hands stroking through my hair, almost closing my eyes as he does so. 

‘Mhm,’ I just answer with a small smile, playing a bit nervously with my fingers. This intense, intimate moment got me thinking, worrying and wondering all over again about what it all means-or what it shouldn’t mean, in such a short moment of us trying to calm down our bodies again. It makes me feel anxious-and also afraid, I guess-in such a short second, that it feels like it tightens up my throat, all because of my feelings for him bubbling up again, getting stronger and stronger with every private moment we have. 

‘You sure you alright?’ he asks with a slight teasing tone to his voice, but also with just a hint of concern, as he sees through me. ‘You seem a little nervous.’

‘Well…’ I begin with a sigh while I nervously tuck a few strands of still messy hair behind my ears, my feet now ticking on the floor. ‘I just have been wondering something tonight… well, actually for a couple of nights now I guess…’

Noah glances over at me, his eyebrows slowly raising up, as his expression changes to curiosity. ‘And what have you been wondering?’

My gaze then lowers towards the floor, my heart beginning to pound a little faster, as I am anxious for this conversation and the subject itself, and for all the answers I could possibly get-or not get. 

‘I have been wondering how you have been feeling. About all of this…’

As I say the last words, I dare to look up at him again. ‘You and me, I mean. Us. Or if there’s no us. Or if there will be an us, or not, or if you like me or not, if you are even into dating at all,’ I continue to nervously ramble at him.

His expression turns a little softer as he understands what I want to talk about, and he then gives me a sweet smile, before he slowly approaches me again. 

‘Hey,’ he says, now just softly tilting my head up by my chin, looking into my eyes. ‘I like you. A lot,’ he answers me with confidence, smiling softly as he looks at me.

I can’t help but smile back right away as I hear those words, whilst feeling shy and flustered, my heart beating as if I just ran the marathon. ‘You do…? Really?’

He smiles as his thumb softly strokes over my cheek while he keeps his hand at my chin, holding my face so I can look straight at him. ‘Do you really think I would just kiss you, tease you and touch you like this every time, if I don’t like you?’ he asks as he smirks, teasing me on purpose. Of course.

I let out a chuckle, but bite my lip anxiously after. ‘Yeah… It’s just… I wondered if you also feel more than just being attracted to me, I mean.’

‘I am attracted to you,’ he says as he still smirks, his eyes lighting up a little bit as he can’t seem to help but flirt a little with me again to make the mood a little bit lighter, my anxiety clearly being strongly present. ‘But I know what you mean. Well… I don’t do just stuff like this with everyone or anyone, trust me on that,’ he smiles. 

‘And I know what it looks like,’ he then adds after I just give him silence as a response. ‘And yeah, I guess in a way it could make me look like someone who just doesn’t care about commitment that much, right?’

I shrug at that, but my stupid anxious mind still does not have the right answer it is looking for. He again smiles, seeing how nervously I am still about getting the answer I need. His hand moves from my cheek to to the small of my back, bringing me closer to him. 

‘What I am trying to say, and ask you Hailey…’ he starts, looking down at me with all the confidence he has. ‘If you would like to get together… Exclusively.’

As my heart beats madly by hearing those words from him, a big and happy smile grows on my face. Yet, I still can’t help but tease him: ‘Still not taking me on an official date first?’ I smirk, but before he can even answer my joke I already wrap my arms tightly around him, while I muffle in his shirt: ‘You know I’d want nothing else but be with you.’

He lets out a breath of relief when he feels my arms wrap around him, squeezing me a little together. ‘Me too. Nothing else but you,’ he whispers against my hair, placing a kiss against it as my head rests against his chest. ‘You're mine.’

It feels like my heart explodes by hearing his words, warmth spreading across my chest as I smile even wider. His head ducks down, tilting mine upwards as he places another soft yet passionate kiss against my lips, his hands now softly stroking my  waist and back just as lovingly. 

‘I very much love to be yours,’ I smile back against his lips after he presses kiss after kiss on me. 

‘All mine,’ he mumbles against my lips, his own brushing against mine again after he said that, just teasing me with the touch more than properly kissing me right now.

‘Yours,’ I say back with a small chuckle, and then slowly get myself out of his grip. I begin to jawn, slightly blushing after out of embarrassment. ‘Sorry. The concert, party, the drinks and…’ I smirk a little as I take a small pause, ‘our activity, has very much exhausted me.’

He smirks as I yawn, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. ‘Well, we do need to get up early tomorrow,’ he says with a sigh, and lets out a small chuckle after that. ‘Maybe it is smarter to go home and get some proper rest, right?’ 

‘Yeah, guess so,’ I lazily smile back. ‘Also,’ I then start, as I pat him on the chest in a playful manner, ‘you have completely gotten our tour schedule rotten in your head, haven’t you?’ I joke with a small grin.

‘Tonight was the last show. We have a break for like a week now. Which means…’ I stop for a second, to excitedly throw my hands in the air as I chant: ‘Sleeping in!’

Noah softly laughs at my playful tone, shaking his head. ‘Awww, man,’ he groans right away, a sarcastic grin on his face as he jokingly frowns about it. ‘That’s a damn shame-because I was looking forward to spending another day with you,’ he smirks, his hands wrapping around my waist loosely, pulling me closer to him. 

‘I mean, that can be arranged,’ I smirk back at him. ‘We can spend tomorrow together, y’know, if you’d like.’

He smiles at my suggestion. ‘Yeah… I would love that,’ he smirks, his hands now softly slipping under the back neckline of my dress, touching the skin there gently. ‘You wouldn’t mind spending another day with me whilst you’re free?’ he jokes teasingly, acting if he is insecure about the thought of that. ‘As long as you make my back survive that, I sure wouldn’t mind, I teasingly wink at him, but it’s also kinda true-my back is starting to kinda tell me that me and Noah have been… a little wild.

‘Oh…’ he teases me as a mischievous grin grows on his face. ‘Did I really do that much of a number on you, that you are now not sure if your back will survive?’ he smirks as his voice is low and still teasing, his hands softly moving up and down my back, touching the skin there just softly enough to tease me with it. ‘Or is that your way of telling me that you want me to massage you?’

‘Maybe both, maybe one of those answers… Who knows,’ I smirk as I shrug my shoulders. He smirks again at my tone and attitude, as his hands continue to move softly over my back, his fingertips sliding over my bare skin gently.

‘How about this…’ he starts, his voice lowering as he now moves his lips to my neck. ‘I’ll massage your back, and maybe take care of some other parts of your body as well…’ he then smiles against my neck.

I grin back, giggling a little as a warm and excited pang shoots through my stomach by hearing his proposal. ‘Deal,’ I say, kissing his cheek after. He then lets his lips press against my lips for another soft, passionate kiss.

‘Well, then…’ he chuckles a little, and with that he just picks me up from the ground in a smooth movement, making me squeal a little and laugh, and I wrap my arms around his neck. ‘Let’s head home right now…’

‘Your place or mine?’ I smirk, knowing that both our houses aren’t very far from the venue we are right now, as we all planned that with the band and crew together since this is the last show for a week. 

‘I think mine is still a little closer than yours,’ he mischievously smirks. ‘And, I have proper massaging oil at home anyways, so…’

I giggle again as I nod. ‘Alright, alright. deal. ‘Do we need a cab?’

As he continues holding me in his arms while I talk to him, he chuckles as he shakes his head at my words. ‘Oh, no no no… We are walking this-it’s not that far,’ he playfully and confidently grins at me, glancing down at me again as he sees the playful twinkle appear in my eyes as well, making him smirk at me again. 

I teasingly roll my eyes at him. ‘Fine. I would love to see you carrying me the entire way towards your home anyway, because you of course will still be doing that right?’ I grin at him. 

‘Of course,’ he smirks as we leave the small room and walk towards the exit, laughing a little in between as everyone at the party looks at us with both confusion and a little laughter as well. ‘I mean… I am already carrying you-I guess I should continue doing that, right?’ he winks at me. 

He continues walking through the crowd with me tightly and safely in his arms, and when I look at Noah’s face now and then, my heart grows warm when I see him looking proud and happy, and like he is having a good time. I truly love seeing him like this-the twinkle in his eyes, the big grin on his face, and his excited and happy body language. Nick and Jolly slap him on the back when they see him, big grins and laughter on their faces as Noah informs them that we are headed towards their home. Nicholas looks at me with a sweet, yet proud and deserving smile, raising his glass at me. I nod back at him with a thankful smile, as I am still thankful for the advice he gave to me for me and Noah’s situation, and how he is overall always there for me if I need someone to talk to.

I can’t help but giggle the whole time as we now are outside, Noah walking casually in the direction of his apartment with me still in his arms. Not gonna lie, it’s attractive that he is able to do this all. I nuzzle my head into his neck as a shiver runs over my back, the cold air from outside hitting the exposed bits of my skin. It makes him let out a small, playful groan, holding me a bit closer to him.

‘Well, it is goddamn freezing, that’s for sure,’ I say. 

‘I guess that means we will have to warm up the moment we get home together, right?’ he smirks with a teasing tone in his voice, kissing me against my hair, a smirk still on his lips as he does.

‘Hmm, I guess so,’ I laugh back.

We then walk further in a comfortable silence, making comments about our surroundings now and then and laughing at some drunk people stumbling past us this late at night, or just some other funny things we see-to be fair, alcohol in your system makes everything quite funny. Soon, the two of us arrive at the band's  apartment, and he turns to look down at me with  a mischievous smirk on his face once again. 

‘Well, here we are.’

He slowly lowers me down, his arms wrapped around my waist, his hands already slipping under the fabric of my dress the second my feet fit the ground. 

‘Slow down boy,’ I smirk at him as I shake my head, and then look at his door. ‘Might unlock the door first? Or did you plan to stand here in the cold with me the rest of the night?’ I tease him as I giggle after. Noah lets out a small chuckle at my words. ‘You’re right,’ he says with a small smile, and he pulls his keys out, unlocking the door and opening it for me to let me walk in first. He follows me immediately afterwards, and as he does, he softly wraps his arms around my waist from behind the dark hallway, only being lit a little by the warm yellow light of the street lanterns outside. The hallway has a familiar scent to me-it’s a mix of cigarettes, a little bit of  fabric of clothes and furniture, and scents from basically all the band members and their perfumes and deodorant. He softly kisses my neck as he stands behind me, his hand sliding to the front of my stomach, his fingers starting to gently circle there a bit. I smile as he does so, and before he gives me one last kiss on my neck, he asks as I hear the grin in his voice: ‘Wanna move upstairs?’

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Oscar Jack Piastri-Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x wife!Reader

Summary: congrats … it’s a boy!

You wake up to the sound of the apartment door closing, followed by Charles’ familiar footsteps down the hallway. Sunlight streams in through the curtains as he enters the bedroom, still dressed in his sweaty workout clothes.

“Mon amour, you’ll never believe what just happened,” he says, unable to contain his excitement.

You rub the sleep from your eyes. “What is it, babe?”

“I adopted Oscar Piastri.”

You blink a few times, unsure if you heard that correctly. “You … adopted Oscar Piastri? The McLaren driver?”

“Yes!” Charles exclaims, flopping down on the bed beside you. “It all started when he tweeted about wanting to find Monégasque roots so the Monaco Grand Prix could be his home race.”

“Okay ...” You try to wrap your head around this bizarre situation.

“So I replied saying I could just adopt him if needed. And you know how Oscar is, always ready with a witty comeback.” Charles grins. “He said to call him Oscar Jack Piastri-Leclerc and that he wants to meet Leo on Thursday at McLaren.”

“Charles ...” You can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity. “You can’t just adopt a fully-grown man! Especially another F1 driver!”

“Why not?” He throws his arm around you, pulling you close. “We’re gonna be one big happy family. The two of us, Leo, Oscar, Ollie, and whoever else we decide to adopt along the way.”

You playfully shove him away. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe a little.” Charles winks. “But you love me for it.”

Rolling your eyes, you get out of bed and head for the kitchen, Charles trailing behind. “So does this mean Oscar is coming for family dinner this Thursday?”

“Of course! We have to celebrate properly.” Charles scoops Leo up from his bed, cradling the puppy in his arms. “What do you say, Leo? You ready to have another big brother?”

Leo licks Charles’ face, tail wagging excitedly. You lean against the counter, watching your husband and puppy with a fond smile.

“I suppose I’ll have to set an extra place at the table,” you muse. “Your mother is going to flip when she finds out about this.”

“Maman keeps asking when we’ll give her grandchildren, she’ll be thrilled!” Charles insists. “Who wouldn’t want Oscar as a grandson?”

You snort at that. “Grandson? You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”

“I’m serious!” He sets Leo down and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “We can make it official. Have a baby shower and everything once this weekend is over with.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You shake your head in amused exasperation, resting your hands on his chest.

Charles leans in close, his warm breath fanning across your face. “Admit it, my particular brand of crazy kinda does it for you.”

You bite your lip to stifle a grin. “Keep talking and maybe I’ll consider it.”

His eyes spark with mischief and he dips his head to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You melt against him, tangling your fingers in his hair and kissing him back with equal fervor. A loud bark from Leo breaks you apart, both slightly flushed.

“Not in front of the puppy,” Charles teases, booping Leo on the nose.

You swat his arm. “Stop being a brat and go take a shower, you’re all gross and sweaty from the gym.”

“Mmm, why don’t you join me?” He waggles his eyebrows in an over-exaggerated leer.

You laugh, shoving him away playfully. “Not a chance, mister. I have to go out and buy another place setting for our new family member.”

“Can I at least have a good luck kiss? It’s Monaco race week, after all. I’ll need all the luck I can get.” Charles bats his eyes at you in an exaggerated pout.

Shaking your head fondly, you rise up on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “There. Now go get ready.”

Still grinning like a loon, Charles saunters off to the bathroom. You crouch down and scoop up Leo, pressing a kiss to the top of his fuzzy head.

“Your dad is something else, you know that?” You murmur affectionately.

A few hours later, you return home laden with groceries to find Charles lounging on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looks up as you enter, eyes bright.

“Good timing, I was just about to call you.”

“Oh yeah?” You set the bags on the counter and start unpacking. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking ...” Charles gets up and comes over, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “We should do something special for Oscar’s first official family dinner. Maybe a nice home cooked meal out on the balcony?”

You lean back against his chest with a contented hum. “That does sound lovely.”

“I’ll cook!” Charles volunteers immediately. “My famous carbonara?”

“You just want to show Oscar you can manage to make something without burning the apartment down, don’t you?” You laugh, twisting in his embrace to face him.

Charles ducks his head sheepishly. “Maybe a little.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” You peck him on the cheek. “Go ahead and make your carbonara for our new adopted son.”

“Yes!” He pumps his fist in the air victoriously.

You shake your head at his antics, warmth blooming in your chest. “I love you, you big goof.”

The smile Charles gives you is utterly radiant. “I love you too.”

He pulls you in for a deep, lingering kiss, holding you close. You get so lost in the moment that you don’t notice Leo trotting up and pawing at your legs until he lets out a pointed bark. Laughing, you reluctantly break the kiss.

“Sorry, baby.” Charles scoops up the puppy, scratching behind his ears. “We didn’t mean to leave you out.”

You take Leo from his arms, pressing a smiling kiss to his soft fur. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be our favorite.”

“That’s right,” Charles agrees, booping Leo’s nose. “No matter how many race car drivers we adopt, you’ll always be number one.”

The three of you spend the rest of the afternoon lounging contentedly together, Charles and Leo snuggled up on either side of you. It almost makes you forget the madness that kick started this whole situation in the first place.

Almost.

A few days later, after the drivers have finally been freed from their Thursday media obligations, your doorbell rings. You share a look with Charles as Leo starts barking.

“I’ll get it,” he says, already knowing who it is.

Sure enough, a few moments later Charles returns to the living room with Oscar in tow, looking rather sheepish. You rise to greet your new son.

“Oscar, hi! Come on in.” You pull him in for a hug, which he returns tentatively.

“Sorry about all … this.” Oscar gestures vaguely as you part. “I was just joking on Twitter but then Charles actually went and-”

“Adopted you, yeah.” You laugh. “Don’t worry about it, we’re happy to have you as part of the family.”

“Still getting used to that idea, to be honest.” Oscar scratches the back of his neck.

You wave a dismissive hand. “Well, get ready for lots of family gatherings and parental nagging from this point on.”

“Oh boy.” Despite his words, Oscar’s mouth quirks up in an amused grin.

“Starting with tonight’s big family dinner out on the balcony,” Charles interjects, slinging an arm around Oscar’s shoulders. “You like pasta?”

“Do I ever.” Oscar brightens. “Is Leo gonna be there too?”

“Of course! Can’t leave out my favorite son.” Charles scoops up the puppy, plopping him in Oscar’s arms. “Here, get acquainted with your new little brother.”

“Hiya little guy,” Oscar says softly, instantly melting as Leo licks his face. You watch the tender interaction with a warm smile.

“He’s taken a real shine to you already,” you comment. “I think Leo approves of his new big brother.”

Oscar ducks his head shyly but you can see the corners of his mouth tugging up into a grin. “Guess that makes me an official part of the family then.”

“Damn right it does!” Charles crows, throwing an arm around each of your shoulders and pulling you both in for an enthusiastic group hug.

You laugh, squished between them. “Easy there, dad. You’re gonna smother the poor kid before he’s even settled in.”

“What, you’re not excited to finally have your dream son?” Charles teases, ruffling Oscar’s hair affectionately. “Our little family is complete now.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you extricate yourself from the embrace. “Why don’t you boys go set up for dinner while I start cooking? The balcony still needs to be prepped.”

“You got it, mon cœur.” Charles drops a kiss on your cheek before herding Oscar out towards the balcony, Leo cradled in his arms. “Come on, son. Let’s get this place looking perfect for your first official Leclerc family dinner.”

You shake your head as their voices fade down the hall, chuckling under your breath. Only your husband would take a silly Twitter joke this far. But as you start gathering ingredients for your grandmother’s legendary bolognese recipe, you can’t help but feel a swell of contentment.

Having Oscar around is certainly going to take some getting used to. But there’s no denying the warm affection and familial love you already feel towards the bashful but kindhearted young man. He fits right in with the playful, chaotic energy that defines your little household.

By the time the sun begins to dip below the horizon, bathing the apartment in a warm golden glow, the balcony is set up beautifully. You carry out the steaming pots of food to find Charles and Oscar setting out plates and glasses, Leo scampering around their feet. Your heart feels full just looking at them.

“This all looks wonderful, you two,” you say, setting the food down on the table. “Now we just need the guest of honor to arrive.”

“Maman’s never been late to dinner a day in her life,” Charles assures you. “She’ll be here any minute.”

Sure enough, there’s a rapid knocking at the door only moments later. You share an amused look with Oscar before going to answer it, Charles and Leo trailing behind.

“Maman!” Charles exclaims as you pull open the door to reveal his mother waiting on the other side. “Perfect timing.”

“Of course, we can’t start dinner without-” She breaks off abruptly as her eyes land on Oscar hovering behind you. “Charles, darling, who is this?”

“Maman, I’d like you to meet Oscar.” Charles beams as he gestures between them. “Your new grandson.”

A heavy silence falls over the room as Charles’ mother processes this bombshell. Her gaze flicks between the three of you, searching your faces for any sign that this is all an elaborate prank.

Finally, she seems to deflate with a sigh. “Oh Charles … what have you done now?”

And just like that, the floodgates open as both of you rush to explain the situation, talking over each other eagerly. Watching the animated scene unfold, Oscar catches your eye with a helpless look.

You just shrug, a soft smile playing at your lips. Chaotic as it is, this is your family now and wouldn’t have it any other way.

***

The following week, the doorbell rings just as you’re putting the final touches on dinner. Charles bounds over to answer it, Leo hot on his heels.

“Oscar! Ollie! Good, you’re both here.” Charles’ voice carries easily through the apartment.

You poke your head out of the kitchen, oven mitts still on. “Is that our other son I hear?”

“The one and only!” Ollie Bearman strolls in behind Oscar, looking completely at ease.

Oscar raises an eyebrow at the younger driver. “Why is nobody surprised you’re here?”

Ollie shrugs nonchalantly. “Teen pregnancy?”

You let out an undignified snort of laughter as Oscar gapes at him. “Don’t look at me, Charles carried you for nine months himself.”

“What?” Ollie whips his head around to stare at Charles in abject horror.

Charles just grins, slinging an arm around each of their shoulders. “You heard the woman. My body is a wonderland.”

“Oh my god.” Oscar buries his face in his hands as you dissolve into peals of laughter. “Why are you like this?”

“Because it’s fun to watch you squirm,” Charles replies cheerfully.

You wipe tears from your eyes as you head back into the kitchen. “Dinner’s just about ready, come grab a plate! Oh, and pray you don’t get food poisoning.”

Soon you’re all settled around the balcony table, tucking into plates piled high with food. Ollie kicks things off by turning to you with a smile.

“This is amazing, thanks for cooking!”

“Don’t thank me, it was all Charles this time,” you say, gesturing to your husband sitting across from you.

Ollie’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You cooked all this? Damn, maybe having you as a dad won’t be so bad after all.”

Charles throws his hands up in mock offense. “Hey! I’ll have you know I’m an excellent father.”

“If you say so.” Ollie smirks, shoveling another forkful of pasta into his mouth.

Oscar just shakes his head in amazement. “I still can’t believe you actually went through with adopting us.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Charles leans back in his chair, casual as can be. “You’re both great kids. Perfect sons.”

“Even if we didn’t ask for it?” Ollie points out around a mouthful of food.

You tsk disapprovingly. “Mind your manners, young man.”

Ollie’s eyes go comically wide and he quickly swallows his bite. “Sorry, mum.”

That sets you and Oscar off into another round of laughter. Even Leo gets in on the action, letting out a little bark from where he’s curled up nearby. Charles watches the scene with fondness.

“See, you’re already fitting right in,” he says warmly once the laughter subsides. “My two idiot sons.”

Ollie opens his mouth to retort but you cut him off, leaning across the table to affectionately pat his hand.

“Don’t listen to your father, Ollie. We’re happy to have you both here.” You shoot Oscar a wink. “Even if you did get adopted under … unusual circumstances.”

“You can say that again,” Oscar mutters, but he’s smiling.

Over the course of the evening, you take great delight in watching Charles easily slip into the role of devoted dad. He makes terrible jokes and embarrassing comments at every turn, clearly intent on annoying his new children as much as humanly possible. Yet it’s impossible to miss the deep well of affection beneath his teasing words and actions.

For their part, Oscar and Ollie play along enthusiastically. They roll their eyes and groan as if put-upon, but you can see the sparkle of happiness and contentment in their eyes as the night wears on. An easy camaraderie develops between the trio, fueled by plenty of back-and-forth needling and good-natured ribbing.

You sit back and watch it all with a permanent smile etched on your face. Your strange little family just keeps growing, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

At one point, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. When you return, the three of them have their heads bent together conspiratorially, hastily falling silent when you reappear.

“What’s this?” You raise an eyebrow as you retake your seat. “Am I being left out of the loop here?”

Oscar shares a look with Charles before turning to you with a sly grin. “We were just thinking ...”

“This family isn’t quite complete yet,” Ollie picks up easily.

You glance between them, utterly perplexed. “What are you two on about?”

Rather than answer, Charles pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. A few moments later, your own phone buzzes with a Twitter notification — a new tweet from your husband.

Your jaw drops as you read the words over and over. “Charles! You can’t be serious!”

“Why not?” He shoots you an impish grin, clearly reveling in your stunned reaction. “Kimi’s a good kid, he’d make an excellent addition to the family.”

“I … you ...” You sputter, completely at a loss for words.

Oscar and Ollie watch the exchange with matching looks of unrestrained glee. Ollie raises his glass in a mock toast.

“To Mum and Dad, the most extra parents on the grid!”

You shake your head in bewildered amusement as they all crack up. This family just gets more ridiculous by the day.

A short while later, Kimi responds to Charles’ tweet.

The notification sets off another round of laughter and delighted hollering from the three drivers. You hide your face in your hands, torn between mortification and hysterical giggles.

“I can’t take you three anywhere,” you mutter, though you’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

A warm arm wraps around your shoulders as Charles leans over to press a smiling kiss to your temple. “But you love us anyway.”

You catch his gaze, momentarily speechless by the contentment shining in his eyes. For all the silliness and absurdity, it’s clear just how much this strange little family truly means to him.

Swallowing past the sudden lump in your throat, you reach up to cup his cheek tenderly. “More than you’ll ever know.”

He beams at you, pure adoration written across his features. Then the moment is broken as an Italian-accented voice rings out from the hallway.

“Hey, did someone call for a new son?”

Oscar, Ollie, and Charles practically tumble over each other in their haste to greet the newcomer. You hang back, taking a moment to catch your breath as you watch the now quartet bound back onto the balcony, a fresh wave of chaos and noise in their wake.

One thing’s for certain — life is never going to be boring with this group around. You shake your head with a soft chuckle, heading back to join your one-of-a-kind family.

[neo-nomatrix]

Sunshine and Midnight Rain

Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader

word count: 851

summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story

a/n: “remember who the enemy is” IM TRYING

Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.

You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or weren’t. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didn’t know why he had taken such a liking to you.

“You remind him of himself,” Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, “an archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?”

“I wish he wouldn’t,” you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.

“y’know, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,” she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.

“Great, more attention,” you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?

“His name’s luke castellan,” kayla says, ah luke, that’s it.

“He’s handsome,” you say matter of factly.

“Don’t trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,” Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.

“It’s a good thing I play the lyre.”

——————

“You’ve got a great shot,” a deep voice says from behind you.

You’ve been at the range for around an hour, it’s 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.

“The whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,” sure, it sounds mean but you swear you’re not trying to be.

“Sorry, once I see you it’s hard to look away,” you’re not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.

“Funny,” you tell him bluntly.

You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.

“That arrow, it’s like it’s made of the sun,” He says amazed.

“A gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot it’ll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,” you inform him possibly too much.

“Most people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,” he says.

“It’s different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,” you bite your inner lip.

“I get that, I’m just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,” His eyes furrow.

“Guess we both have different priorities,” you smile.

“Opposites work best don’t they?” He smiles back.

“Isn’t it opposites attract?” You wonder.

“Hey, your words, not mine,” he laughs.

“That one’s Orion,” You point up at the constellation.

“He was always my favorite,” he adds.

“Mine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,” You look back up at the sky.

“That one’s Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,” you point each of them out.

Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.

“You’re staring, again” You mention.

“I told you I can’t help it, especially when you glow like that,” he reaches out and touches your face.

You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.

“I’d like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,” you say to him.

“That’ll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.”

——————

It’s been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, you’d say you’re doing well for what you’re given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids weren’t as gifted in archery.

As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.

“Today feels like a winning kind of day?” Annabeth asks luke.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” He smiles.

“Luke!” You pull him aside for a moment.

You cup his face the best you can through his armor. “You don’t get hurt okay? I don’t feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?”

“Oh but I love to see you healing” he holds your hand and smirks

“Archers! Move out!” You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.

“so… you and her?” Percy asks the taller boy.

“how could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.”

And maybe, just maybe, he could.

[milo-is-rambling]

Had a nightmare last night that many different large scary animals were trying to break into the house I lived in in New Hampshire and I kept running around and locking doors and screaming and crying and begging for my family to help me and they were just sitting and laughing or sleeping or living their lives and I was watching huge black bears pound on glass sliding doors and fog them up with their breath as they drool over the idea of demolishing my family and there were like big mountain lions finding small holes to crawl through trying to get in and I’m sobbing and bleeding and kicking them and trying to get my family to do something and they don’t even notice and act like I’m crazy

[dante-mightdie]

I saw you asked for angst viking!Simon ideas so what about simon injured in battle and all he wants to do is get home back to his wife, their cat, and the little tot. Maybe like comfort and she stitches him back up or something?

viking!simon as a dad is just kratos

c/w: pregnancy, injury, parenthood

he’d been gone 3 months now. your husband had been away at battle for 3 months and you miss him terribly. especially as your little one grows, they’ve already begun crawling and you wished he had been here to see it

you place your hand on your belly, rubbing the small swell of your tummy. you had told him that you were already pregnant with your second child just before he left for battle, he gave a pleased grunt as he said goodbye to you and your child. most people would find his reaction to be unenthusiastic, but that’s just how you’ve come to know him

you stand up from your bed, grabbing your baby from their crib to feed them before you settle in for the night. in the distant night you hear the sounds of victory being cheered throughout the land. your heart rate picks up as you eagerly await your husbands return

you’re waiting for him when he stumbles in, a soft gasp leaving your lips when you see the bloody gash in his shoulder. he doesn’t seem all to bother or agonised over it but it’s appalling for you to see

“simon! what happened?” you fuss, placing your baby back down so you can rush over to him. he walks past you, moving to tower over the crib. the sound of giggles leaving your baby when he reaches a hand in to tickle their tummy before turning back to you

“battle.” is all he says, making you roll your eyes. he treads over to you, placing a big hand on your belly and getting a feel of your bump. the feeling instantly makes you let out a soft sigh, as though the sight and touch of your husband will simply fix everything

you usher him over to a chair, making him sit down as you tug his heavy armour from his chest. no words are exchanged as you clean his wound, agile hands making quick work of the blood. this is not the first time you’ve tended to him and it certainly won’t be the last

his hands come up to rest on your hips, keeping you stood between his legs as he analyses the worried look on your face. “I am fine.” he grunts, trying to soothe you in his own way

you shrug his injured arm back down, mumbling something about making it worse. your furrowed brow and pout is adorable to him, in some weird way he likes knowing that you worry about him. that you wish and pray for his safe return

“the children missed you.” you mumble, beginning to patch up his wound. “we were all worried.”

“we only have the one.” simon responds, “this one hasn’t even met me yet.” he lets one hand come up to soothe over your tummy, knowing how comforting you found it during your last pregnancy

“I’m talking about that one.” you nod your head over to your shared bed, where the cat that simon gifted you lay curled up on his pillow. “he wanted to know where papa had gone.”

simon lets out a quiet snort at your words, leaning forward to rest his head on your tummy. “I’m home now, my love.”

[warnersister]

Personal Space

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x reader

Summary: you love your personal space. Unfortunately, Bradley also loves your personal space.

You never understood why Bradley stuck around. Since the academy you’d preferred to stick to yourself; get your head down and get the job done. Especially with a surname like Mitchell. You didn’t want your father and grandfather’s reputation to negatively proceed you, and by the time people had put two and two together as to whom loins you came from: you’d made your own reputation so Maverick never made much of a difference to it.

But still, having dinner in the mess you’d sat down, when someone came and thudded down next to you and began eating themselves. “I’m Bradley” he said when you finally looked up at him. You raised a brow “Bradshaw?” You ask and he nods: you recognise him from the photos your dad pinned up in your two’s hanger. You hum “and you are?” He asks “not important.” You reply, deciding you’d lost your appetite and stood to clear your plate “good talk!” Bradley said, but you were already walking away.

He’d next encountered you when you were running around the academy, early morning; before any naval training would take place. He hummed and decided it was perfectly acceptable to interrupt your jaunt with his presence. “Hey! Up so early?” He asks as he tries to match your pace from a standstill “could ask you the same.” You reply bluntly “well I wanted to get a run in before-” “well there’s your answer.” You reply, cutting him off. “You run really quick.” He says as you try to keep your pace increasing to shake him off “goodbye, Bradshaw.” You say, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes and taking off at a pace he couldn’t sustain. He just stops and shakes his head smiling, you were funny.

Eventually, you’d both gotten up in the air and were quick to earn your callsigns “Rooster” and “Hen”. Bradley earned his because he was up before the chickens, you’d earned yours because the chicken kept fucking following you around like you were his mother. You were sat on the aircraft carrier, your trainee group learning how to land on a ship deck and you’d finally gotten a moment of peace that evening. You sat on the edge of the deck, feet dangling over the edge as you watched the sunset, not moving when you hear someone slip into the space between the barriers beside you.

“Oh look my chick is back.” You mumble sarcastically and Bradley laughs loudly at you. “You love me really” he says, looking at you as if he wanted to you agree with him “you seem to keep telling yourself that, don’t you?” You hum, turning to watch the sea lap against the grey metal. You can feel him fidgeting beside you, as if antsy to say something. “What?” You ask, finally turning to look at him. “What?” He repeats, looking at you with raised brows “you want to ask me something. You’re fidgeting.” You point out “so ask me or fuck off” you say, turning away again. “Your last name is Mitchell” he says and you roll your eyes “you can read and hear. Two things I’ve learnt today.” You huff, again, with sarcasm. “Are you related to Pete Mitchell?” He asks, looking at you and nearly holding his breath “you finally put two and two together?” You ask and he lets out the breath.

“Yeah, he’s my dad.” You say after a while “I was a whoopsie baby my mother didn’t want anything to do with” you tell him. “He used to fly with my dad.” Bradley almost whispers, voice just a few octaves above. “I know” you nod “he’s practically wallpapered all over our hanger.” You say “so are you” you eye him. “He pulled my papers” he says, again after a few moments of silence “I know” you say “do you know why?” He asks “yes.” You reply, and he could tell you weren’t going to elaborate. “Y’know I’m not a fan of your dad, but I really like you.” He says and you just look at him with a blank face. “Yup” you hum to yourself and he raises a brow “just as Mother Goose was described” you say, and Bradley’s face immediately lights up with a huge grin, stretching and arm around you and pulling you into his side.

“Get off me.” “Yup, yep, sorry.”

For your first deployment, the academy set it up that you’d at least be with one person from your training squadron, and today the list of names were coming out; they were scribbled on the back of a napkin and pinned to a notice board.

“1. Haywood & Solomons, 2. Hughes & Shelley & Omaha, 3. Cooper & Parker & Cromwell & Smith, 4. Bradshaw,” you crossed your fingers as someone read out the names, then yours was read alongside Bradley’s “oh for god’s sake” you grumble, turning to see Bradley practically jumping for joy. “This is great! Me and you, Hen!” Rooster cheers and you just stare at him “should’ve called you leech cause you’re acting like one. Calm down.” You instruct and he tries to chill out, but the cheeky smile on his face was indiminishagble.

He only became more unbearable then, with you every working hour, your wingman on the missions you’d fly, inseparable despite your complaints. “Where’s your boyfriend?” Hawk asked you, as he came to sit with you for lunch. You shush him loudly. “Woah woah I only asked where he was.” “Speak his name and he shows up. I’m trying to hide.” you say in a hushed voice “plus he isn’t my boyfriend” “sure” he scoffs but the daggers being shot into his head silenced him easily.

“Hey Hen! Hawk” Bradley greets as he sits down. You grunt and point an accusatory finger at Hawk “this is your fault, jackass” you say and he laughs at you, him and Bradley engage in conversation as you just eat, having learnt the skill of drowning him out. “What about you, Hen?” Hawk asked, drawing your attention away from your plate and up to the two men alongside you, you raise an eyebrow - letting them know you were insinuating that you weren’t listening to their conversation.

“Do you want a family?” He ask and you just nod “really?” Hawk asks “that’s cute, didn’t take you for a family gal” he jokes and you harshly kick his leg under the table “kids and everything?” He asks after the pain subsides. “Yup.” You say and Bradley hums “I didn’t know that” he says and you just look at him “you never asked.” You reply simply, and that was true: he hadn’t. He was quite prepared to spend the rest of existence chasing after you, whether that meant giving you your first kiss on your deathbeds.

The two of you even went to Top Gun together, training to be the finest naval aviators of them all. And boy, you two fought to be the best; tongue and teeth, blood sweat and tears, everything. The decision came down to one final dogfight. “May the best aviator win” Rooster jokes, sticking out a hand to you. You eye it and internally question if you were insane, before leaning up to peck his cheek. “Prepare to loose, chicken.” You say, leaving him frozen in his place while you head to your plane. That day, Bradley was seriously off his A-game, and you came out on top.

A Mitchell finally Top Gun.

“Congratulations!” Bradley says excitedly on graduation day when you victoriously lifted the trophy above your head. You turned to him and he leant down slightly - you weren’t stupid, you knew what he was intending to do. “Thank you, Brad.” You say, turning to walk over to where your father was stood - knowing that was probably the only time Bradley wouldn’t follow you. That was the first time you’d ever called him anything short of Bradley Bradshaw.

“I’m so proud of you honey” your dad says, hugging you tightly and you embrace him back, smiling widely “thank you, dad” you respond and he looks behind you where Bradley was stood a while back, watching the ordeal. “Is that-” “yes” you tell him and your dad just looks at you “I wouldn’t get all teary he follows me like a lost puppy” you grumble but he just grins “he’s a good kid, hon.” He says and you shake your head “he’s definitely something”

“So how does their relationship work?” Bob asks Hangman, watching Bradley talk your ear off and you just staring ahead into space, blankly. “You see Bobby my boy,” Jake begins “Hen loves her personal space” Bob nods “Rooster also loves Hen’s personal space.” Bob nods again, now understanding. “Haven’t they done everything together though?” He asks “I think it’s more the fact that Hen does something and Rooster just kinda goes with it” Phoenix said and Bob hums, as Bradley continues to converse one-sidedly with you.

“He means well” you hear from beside you as you stare out from the hanger, turning to see your honorary uncle Tom walking towards you, you run towards him as he embraces you tightly “hey Ice” you smile, sweetly. “Hey sweetheart” he croaks. “I mean what I said.” He states and you raise a brow “he means well” he nods towards the man doing his required push ups on the ground with Hondo. “I know, Ice.” You tell him. “No, I don’t think you do” he hums and you raise your eyebrows at him. “The kids in love with you. You’ve either got to let him in or tell him to get out.” He says, “you’re living together for goodness sake”. “It was cheaper” you argue “we both know the accommodation is subsidised.” He states, matter-of-factly, patting your shoulder as he turns to go talk to your dad when he walks into the room.

It was true, you and Bradley were sharing accommodation. “Hey Hen, they’ve offered us shared accommodation back in Miramar” Bradley says, coming over with a pamphlet. “Why?” You ask, taking it out of his hands. ‘Married couple accommodation’ it states and you raise your brows “you getting ahead of yourself, Bradshaw?” You ask and he shakes his head “the guy assumed our callsigns were cause we’re a couple” he tells you and you just hum. “Well I’d rather stay there than in an apartment.” You say simply, giving him back the leaflet and refocusing on the plane you were working on repairing. “Seriously?” He asks, voice overly hopeful. You look at him and shrug “just go get the damn house, Bradshaw. Before I change my mind!” You say and he grins, turning and breaking out into almost a jog to head to confirm your living situation.

You take a moment of hesitation, before loudly groaning and heading out onto the tarmac, getting down and doing push ups alongside Rooster. He turns his head and looks at you and you just raise your brows at him. “Hey honey” he grins “hello Bradley” he nudges your hip with his own. “I’ll drive us home.” You tell him, and he raises his eyebrows “Home?” He asks and you huff “okay, Bradley I will drive the two of us back to our shared accommodation that we accidentally got given.” You say and he laughs loudly “home sounded better.”

Then after the mission, the whole Dagger squad got permanently stationed in San Diego, other than deployment, so they urged the new additions to the base to buy their own properties closer to base rather than on it. You and Bradley were sat in the Hard Deck, a long time before it was open, the rest of the Daggers spending time on the beach while the two of you were scouring Bradley’s laptop for a property. Well, Bradley was.

How about this one? He turns his screen to you. You shake your head “I want grass in the garden. I want to plant flowers” you say as you point at the paved back of the house, explaining that it’s a waste of money to have it ripped out. Bradley nods “Mkay, garden” he says, moving back to look again.

“How about this one? Beach front, close to the running track for you. Only a walk from the Hard Deck. White picket fence, really” he hums, turning the laptop again “garden?” You ask and he nods “garden.” He nods with a grin. “Shall we go look?” You ask and he raises a brow at you. “You said it’s a walk from the hard deck. Let’s go.” You say, putting the address into your phone and immediately recognising the street name, Bradley quickly falling into step with you as you walk towards the property.

You look at it and place your hands on your hips. Bradley was right. Pretty damn perfect. “Can I help you?” A lady asks, walking outside of the house, clipboard in hand. “Oh no, we’d just seen this property online and wanted to take a look.” Bradley tells her. “Well I’ve had a no-show on a viewing. How’d you like to take a look?” She suggests, motioning to the open door. “Okay” you nod, following her into the house.

“Obviously the kitchen, living room, even a deck out back with a huge garden and high fences” she says nodding out the window and you hum. “Out the side there’s an entrance straight to the beach” she motions, then starts heading up the stairs “three bedrooms, attic space, bathroom” she says “I’m guessing it’s just you two at the moment?” She asks “oh we’re not-” Bradley begins “yes, just us.” You confirm, shutting him up. “Okay, so there’s a large room for your bed and then if any new additions are to join, you have the space for them” she smiles and leads you back out front.

“It’s not cheap, it’s California. So I understand if you’re not prepared to pay that much money, do you mind me asking what you do?” She asks “we’re naval aviators.” Bradley says “stationed here?” She asks and you both nod “ah! I get why you’re looking for a property here!” She says and Bradley looks at you. “I really like it, Roo.” You say, and Bradley has to stop his jaw hitting the floor at your nickname. “It’s your call, honey” he says and you look at the lady and smile as she offers her hand “we’ll take it.”

“How shall we split the payment?” You ask Bradley as you walk back to the Hard Deck after organising a meeting with the realtor to actually finalise all the kinks and bumps. “I don’t mind doing the down payment then we’ll take it in turn paying the loan” he suggests “we can get a joint bank account and do it that way” you say and he agrees as you settle back into your seats at the Hard Deck. “Where’ve you two been?” Hangman asks “we bought a house.”

One evening, after you were all moved in and were hanging out at the Hard Deck after a long day or routine flying, you were sat outside with Rooster; watching the sunset. “When are we getting married then?” You ask and he spits out his beer “what?” He asks, eyes wide and getting progressively more giddy. “Well we live together, we have a joint bank account, and Jake keeps telling me we’re practically married. So when are we getting married?” You ask as he hugs you tightly “whenever you want, baby” he says, kissing the top of your head and pulling a ring out of his pocket to get on his knee. “Will you marry me?” He asks and you raise a brow “didn’t I just say that?” You ask bluntly “just say yes, please” he begs and you nod “yes. Yes I will marry you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You confirm as he kisses your lips gently.

“Okay get off of me now.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

weekend away

words: 3.2k

a/n: of course inspired by these precious pictures of drew <3

warnings: 18+ only, dad!rafe, mom!reader, established relationship, theyre maaaarried <3, VERY FLUFFY, descriptions of breastfeeding, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), rafe is like the best dad everrr

“okay…” you look into your trunk, mentally going through your checklist. stroller, check, folder up and ready for daisys car seat to be placed on. diaper bag, check, with extra diapers just in case. pump, check. carrier, baby carrier, check. extra change of clothes, check.

you have everything you could possibly need for daisy, not even realizing that you completely forgot about yourself.

“got your suitcase packed, baby?” rafe asks, daisy in his arms, happy to be cradled there, looking up at her daddy with wide eyes.

“shit!” you squeal, before covering your mouth. daisy may be too young to understand your words, but you still try not to curse in front of her.

“hey, it's okay.” rafe can instantly see your nerves skyrocketing. of course you were too focused on getting everything for your daughter that you completely forgot that it's a weekend trip you'll be going on too.

“okay, i um- ill just throw some clothes in a bag then-”

“baby.” rafe easily switches daisy to one arm, wrapping his now free one around your shoulders. you relax into his hold, reminded how protected you feel by rafe. “we aren't in a rush. we can delay taking off for a bit, okay? it's not that long of a drive.”

“okay.” you nod, arms circling around his waist as you turn to face rafe, pressing your cheek into his side as you smile down at daisy. “hi baby. mama is a bit of a mess right now.”

“don't talk about yourself like that.” rafe says softly, leaning to press a kiss to the top of you're head. “you're doing amazing. you juggle so much, it's a surprise you don't forget things more often.”

you let out a little chuckle, which daisy copies as her little mouth turns into a smile.

“okay, ill go get started.” you sigh. you can't believe your mind has been so scattered and focused on getting daisy ready that you completely forgot about doing anything for yourself.

“we will help.” rafe closes the trunk, heading back inside to follow you up the stairs. “not sure how much help daisy will be, but you got me at least.”

you end up packing pretty quickly, especially since you're bringing a big suitcase, way too big for just a couple days out of town, so you're easily able to throw in more than you need, just in case.

“alright.” rafe hums. “both suitcases loaded, we just need to get daisy in her car seat.”

“great.” you groan. daisy recently developed a hatred for her car seat, after you planned a nice weekend trip a few hours away from the outer banks.

“how about i try?” you know it won't make a difference, but you nod, letting rafe carry daisy towards the car, trying to distract with coos and even snuggling his nose into her tummy, but by the time she's over the seat, she turns straight as a board.

you can barely watch as her sweet face turns to one of sadness, tears falling down her cheeks.

“oh my poor baby.” you coo after rafe gets her all buckled in. “you want mama to ride back here with you?”

you're not sure it will help, but you climb into the backseat to sit next to the car seat while rafe gets in to drive.

“it is almost nap time, maybe she'll fall asleep quickly.” rafe shrugs as he pulls the car out of the driveway, always extra careful when he's bringing you or daisy anywhere.

“maybe.” you hum, petting over her forehead and down her nose until her cries stop, eyes close, and her chest begins to rise and fall slower.

you don't even realize as rafe happily drives you to your destination that as daisy falls asleep, so do you, head resting against her car seat as you catch up on some rest.

rafe smiles when he sees you in the backseat completely knocked out, even snapping a picture when he stops at a toll.

he keeps the radio down low to not wake either of you until he arrives to the airbnb, a delightful cottage right on the beach. it's not too different from home, but the bigger city offers more things to do, and you plan to take advantage of your time away and show daisy all the things she hasn't experienced yet like zoos and museums.

“babes.” rafe calls out. “we're here.”

“oh my gosh.” you let out a yawn, stretching your back out from the awkward hunched position against the car seat. “that went by so fast.”

“thats what happens when you sleep the whole way.” rafe chuckles.

“shut up.” you giggle, leaning between the front seats to press a kiss to his lips. “thanks for driving us. we love you so much.”

you know you can speak for your daughter, it's so evident how much daisy loves rafe, even if she can't find the words yet.

“love you too, baby.” rafe looks back at daisy, the mirror set up on the headrest of the seat to give him a view of her face. “we should get inside quick, she's gonna wake up hungry.”

“ugh, my poor boobs.” you whine. you love getting to breastfeed daisy, and feel so lucky that you have a good milk supply, but it is hard on your body as well.

“you're amazing.” rafe says earnestly. you turned his life around completely when you began dating him, and it only got even better when daisy was born. he made a pact while she was still inside your tummy to get his shit together, mend his life that was broken.

“oh, shush.” you blush, rafe still able to make you feel shy to this day. 

you get out of the car, looking at the airbnb. you swear it looks even better in person, the warm sun beautifully illuminating the white stand as you walk in, punching in the code that you had already memorized.

you know rafe is bringing daisy in, so you take a moment to inspect the house, the two bedrooms and one nursery as well as the open living area, big windows pointing out to the ocean.

you hear daisys cries before rafe enters with her in his arms. “she's ready for you.”

you take her quickly, sitting down in the plush armchair as you adjust your shirt and nursing bra to free your nipple, which she quickly latches onto.

you can hear rafe bringing in your bags and everything you need for daisy as you nurse and stare out at the ocean.

“all done, baby?” you ask her after she pulls away, a blissed out, happy look on her face.

“ill burp her.” rafe picks daisy up from your arms before you even realize it, clearly missing his girl as you close up your bra and pull your shirt down. you follow rafe out onto the back deck, wrapping your arms around his waist as you listen to the familiar sounds of waves hitting the shore.

“are you tired from the drive?” you ask him. “you can nap and ill entertain daisy and make us dinner.”

“im okay.” rafe turns around to tug you into his side. “and let's just order pizza or something, this is vacation, you don't have to cook.”

“okay.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before leaning back against his side. you'll order later, after you've started out at the ocean with him, the uninterrupted sea of blue.

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“ah, ah, ah.” rafe stops you, taking the baby carrier out of your hands. “ill wear her.”

you nod, grabbing the diaper bag and slinging it over your shoulder, which rafe also takes after he puts the carrier on.

“baby, i can carry something.” you laugh as he gets poppy out of her carseat, her cries instantly stopping now that she's free of the car.

“i know you can. but im a good husband, and i got it.”

“okay.” you shrug. “whatever you want baby.”

rafe loads daisy into the carrier, adjusting her to face outward so she can see all of the animals as you walk through the zoo.

“sunscreen.” you remind rafe, putting the cream onto daisys delicate skin. you swipe it across rafes nose as he makes a face.

“you need it too.” you chastise, smearing it across his face, rubbing it all in so he's not embarrassed. you'd already applied sunscreen underneath your makeup at the cottage earlier, so you just refresh your exposed shoulders.

you make quick work of admissions at the zoo, having already bought your tickets online.

“what do you wanna see first, baby?” rafe asks, hand looped together tight with yours. 

“umm, how about the red pandas?” you motion towards the asia section of the zoo.

“sounds perfect.” rafe very willingly follows you throughout, daisy happily watching the animals as well as smiling at anyone who passes by.

“stop, they're so cute!” you coo as you look at the pandas. “i want to pet one.”

“don't tempt me to figure out a way for you to do that, baby.” rafe laughs, your pout quickly disappearing off your face, knowing it's not beyond rafe to bribe a zookeeper to let you feel the red pandas fluffy tail.

“what would you like to see, daisy girl?” you coo, rubbing your fingers over her cheeks.

“let's check out the chimpanzees and then we should probably find a place for you to nurse.” rafe is well aware of daisys feeding schedule, and you had to choose between taking her to the zoo during nap time or having to figure out feeding her during the trip.

“sounds good.” you allow rafe to loop his arm around your waist. 

rafe is just as delighted by the chimps swinging across their play structure as daisy is, her hands clapping together, chubby cheeks pushed up in a happy smile.

she cries when you walk away, but you recognize that the attitude is mostly from her being hungry.

“come on, baby.” you coo, finding a quiet shaded area with a comfortable bench.

you cover your front with a light blanket as rafe sits next to you, gently rubbing your shoulder and stroking over your hair as daisy feeds.

“she's probably gonna take like a 15 minute milk nap after this.” you say to rafe. “we can go check out the natural history museum.”

“good idea.” rafe nods. “i know how much you like to read random ass signs.”

“ugh, not my fault i like to learn information! unlike you, dummy.”

“hey.” rafe tickles his finger into the crook for your neck.

daisy falls asleep when she's done nursing, just as you predicted. you tuck her into the crook of your arm, not wanting to risk transferring her to the baby carrier, she'd most certainly wake up.

rafes hand stays on your back throughout the entire museum. you look through every sign, every taxidermied animal and the prehistoric scenes of the area the zoo has set up.

daisy stirs in your arms as you walk outside, the afternoon sun on her face waking her up. “hey princess.” you tell her, always surprised how quickly she recovers from her naps, now wide awake seconds later.

“wanna go to daddy? yeah?” you hand her over to go back into the baby carrier, heading towards the north america section. you like seeing the moose, and rafe the brown bears, while daisy gets an absolute kick out of the american otters, watching them swish through the water and flip off the glass partition.

you continue through most of the zoo, deciding to rush through the aquarium and skip the africa section as daisys nap time quickly approaches.

you exit the zoo hand in hand with rafe, and for once daisy doesn't fight being put in her carseat as she instantly falls asleep.

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daisy is sitting in between your legs, giggling as she runs her hands through the sand. you keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't try to experiment and eat any, but you're also distracted by rafe sitting shirtless next to you.

“when daisy is older, we should take her to the west coast so we can watch the sunset over the ocean.” he says, moving closer to you to wrap his arm around you.

“id love that. its so fun bringing her places.” you know daisy is too young to remember this trip, but she has loved staying someplace different, getting to see all sorts of new things. 

you head back home tomorrow, back to the reality of the outer banks.

“baby girl is gonna be beyond spoiled.” rafe laughs softly, leaning forward to readjust the bow on the top of her head.

“if you spoil her as much as you spoil me, she sure will.” you lean into rafes side, gently watching the waves until daisy starts to get tired and bored, crawling back towards you.

“nursing then bedtime, alright daisy?” you coo at her, picking her up as you walk with rafe back into the cottage, dusting your sandy feet off before going in. “it's a long drive again tomorrow and daddy needs a good sleep.”

“mmm, i was hoping after you put her down we could…” rafe clears his throat. your eyes widen, understanding what he means.

“yeah.” you nod, sitting down in the armchair that has become your prime feeding place over the weekend trip. “id really love that.”

“perfect.” rafe bends to press a kiss to your forehead. “im gonna go shower. let me know if you need any help getting her down.”

daisy happily latches onto your boob, pulling off when she's about halfway done as she gets fussy.

“oh, girly.” you giggle. “you're just tired!”

you move into the nursery to change her into pajamas as well as make sure she has a fresh diaper before finishing feeding her. by the time you set her down in the crib, she's out like a light.

you grab the baby monitor and bring it into your bedroom, smiling when you see rafe sitting on the edge of the bed, towel wrapped around his hips, hair still slightly wet from the shower.

“she's asleep?” he confirms as you place the baby monitor on the dresser.

“she is.” you move quickly over to rafe, bending to press a kiss to his lips as your hands move quickly to undo his towel, opening the damp fabric to reveal his cock.

you kiss as your hand explores his length, feeling it harden beneath your fingertips before you begin to stroke.

“you're gonna kill me, baby.” rafe groans against your lips. “ive missed your hands so much.”

“missed this too.” you confirm. sex with rafe has been scarce since daisy. your body took a while to recover, and while he was patient throughout that, even once you were ready to have sex, daisy often interrupted you by needing her diaper changed or to be rocked back to sleep.

“come on, i want to see you.” rafe tugs at your shirt.

you stand to lose your tank top, removing your bra next. you still feel a little insecure about your stomach. you lost a bit of the weight you gained throughout pregnancy, but you don't know if you'll ever get back to how you were before.

“hey-” rafe stands, seeming to sense your feelings. “you're beautiful.”

“thank you.” you say, tears welling up in your eyes, but not from your insecurities, but from the sheer love you have for rafe.

“now get on the bed so i can show you how beautiful i find you.”

you take your pants and underwear off as you lay down, placing your head on the pillows as you look up at rafe. you used to be much more adventurous when it came to sex, trying out different positions or even introducing toys, but just like in many other ways, being a parent has made your sex more boring.

rafe drapes himself over your body, his cock rubbing through your folds. until daisy is much older and always sleeps through the night, there's still a chance she will wake up, so speed is of the essence.

rafe lines his cock up, pushing it inside of your tight heat with a low groan, needing to stay pretty quiet to not wake daisy, glad that the ocean out the window is providing her some white noise.

“god, you feel so good.” rafe says, eyelids fluttering closed as he stills, allowing you to adjust to his length.

you let out a moan, reaching up to wrap your arms around rafes shoulders, pulling his body against yours.

your chest rubs together as rafe begins to thrust, thankfully not moving too much as your nipples are so sensitive they sometimes hurt.

“i love you.” you whisper to rafe. “i love you so much.”

“we should have a wedding.” rafe says mid-thrust, making your eyes widen as he continues talking. “we should renew our vows when daisy is old enough to be our flower girl.”

“okay.” you nod. you have no problem with throwing an actual party to celebrate your marriage, considering when you found out you were pregnant and told rafe, you settled for a small and quick courthouse wedding with just a few family members and friends in attendance.

“i just love you so much.” he says, voice slightly strained as he continues thrusting.

“i know.” you lean up again to press your lips against his, his mouth staying slightly ajar as he pants.

“i love daisy too. i love our family.” rafe is moving so fast inside of you, rambling as he fucks you. “i wanna have more kids. after we renew our vows and i give you the wedding you deserve.”

“okay.” you giggle, smiling up at rafe. “we can do all of that, baby. we have all the time in the world.”

rafe nods, eyes closing as he concentrates on moving his hips just how you like it, the same motions that got you pregnant with daisy, now prevented from happening again with your daily pill.

“close.” rafe warns, and you're not far off either, only needing a couple more thrusts before you cum with a muffled shout, having covered your mouth with your hand just in time.

your cunt squeezing around him as your high pushes through your body is all rafe needs to spill inside of you with a soft moan of your name.

his arms give out as he rests on top of you, but you don't mind the weight as you stroke your fingers through his short hair. 

it's comforting, the silence, the way your bodies are pressed together, but it's interrupted by a cry through the baby monitor.

“i got her.” rafe says before you can even react. he pushes himself out of bed and pulls on a pair of sweats before rushing into the nursery.

you take a moment to reach over to the tissues on the nightstand, cleaning yourself off at least good enough for the night as you wrap the blankets around yourself.

you try to stay awake until rafe comes back in, to tell him yet again how much you love him, but by the time he's done changing daisys diaper and gets her back to sleep, you're deep in sleep.

rafe smiles as he reenters the bedroom, seeing you all wrapped up with a slight smile on your face as you dream. rafe lays down next to you, wondering how he ever got so lucky.

[devilmademewriteit]

Dark but Just a Game

pairing: (pre-ellie) joel miller x afab!fem!reader

summary: your dad’s associate and friend, joel miller, finally tires of your constant teasing

warnings: rough sex/smut (fingering, fem penetration, unprotected sex) so 18+ only content; fem afab reader; mention of reader having long-ish hair; alcohol consumption & drunkenness; pet names (sweetheart, angel, baby); dubcon (intoxication, power imbalance); age gap.

beta reader: @millllenniawrites aka that’s bestfren

word count: 3.7k

no use of y/n in this fic.

Click to read part 2: Pretty When You Cry

Click to read part 3: Let Me Love You Like a Woman

ahhhh this is my first time writing for joel so any and all feedback is super appreciated. i was slightly inspired by the amazing dbf!joel drabbles that @anchoeritic writes (seriously, if you enjoy this fic, go read them). as always, my requests are open !!

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THEN,

It started out so innocently.

Your dad often helped Tess and Joel smuggle contraband in and out of the QZ, sometimes by keeping the right people quiet, other times by offering the pair a place to lay low at. You got accustomed to the sight of them passed out on the floor, the glow of the sunrise illuminating only their sleeping faces, or else a murmuring trio of hushed voices in the middle of the night.

Soon, however, you began to notice the way Joel’s eyes seemed to trail on you, often catching his hardened gaze in yours. Still, he rarely spoke to you and when he did, he mostly just grunted a “hullo” or asked if your father was around.

But you suspected that he noticed you.

Especially when your old clothes got too tight, hugging your skin and leaving little to the imagination. You observed his breath hitching the very first time he saw you in a skirt.

So, naturally, you played into it. You started sneaking downstairs in the morning wearing only a t-shirt and your underwear, feigning innocence at the way (you imagined) he tried, hard, not to look at your ass as you sauntered back up to your room.

Sometimes, you bumped into him on the streets of the QZ. You’d loop your arm around his broad bicep, wide-eyed, gazing up at him through your eyelashes and asking why he hadn’t dropped by to say hello recently. Causing him to tense beneath your hands always felt electrifying; the restraint in his grumbled “soon” always felt like a victory.

When it was dark out and he, Tess, and your dad shared a drink together on the dusty-old-living-room-couch, you made sure to lock eyes with him, taking in the danger lurking in them. He’d look away, leaning back casually and adjusting his jeans.

But—it was always innocent.

It was a game you played with yourself; one you weren’t even sure he was in on. Life in the QZ got dull, and there were only so many good-looking men your age that your dad’s work allowed you to see.

Sometimes, when business was good, your old man got his hands on an extra shipment of liquor, inviting all of his favourite bandits in the Zone and throwing a “party” in one of the run-down, less monitored buildings. You did yourself up as best as you knew how to, shared a flask with your friends and flirted with young smugglers.

It was seedy, but it was fun.

Joel was always there, usually asking around for parts or looking to cut deals. Usually, he drank and stayed out of your way.

Once, however, after being extremely irresponsible with your consumption, you found yourself alone with Andy, a young FEDRA guard (working for your side, of course), slurring your words and stumbling on your feet. He was good-looking in a boyish way and handsy to high heavens. You vaguely remembered his insistence on taking you back to his place and the feel of his wet lips against yours. You clearly remembered hearing a gruff, “Get off,”—Joel’s baritone echo taking you both by surprise. Andy’s head swung to find Miller’s looming form in the doorway; he immediately tore his hands from your body and scampered off. You were alone with Joel, his expression a mask of rage and contempt tinged with—could it have been—jealousy?

After that, it was all bits and pieces of blurred images and sounds. Big hands pulled you into strong arms; your feet were lifted from the ground. You retained flashes of drunken faces smiling and jeering at you as you were carried away from the festivities—then it was dilapidated hallways, the jangling of keys fumbling with a lock, and finally, the ceiling above your bed as Joel gently set you down. Even now, you could clearly picture the way his eyes traveled along your exposed skin as he stood, arms crossed, at the edge of the bed.

Sitting up, fixing your drunken, playful eyes to look deeply into his, you slurred, “Got a bit jealous?”

He said nothing. He only held your gaze and crossed his arms, the muscles beneath flexing and relaxing in rhythm with the motion.

“C’mon Joel,” you teased him, “so serious, all the time. I was fine.”

Now that had an effect.

He growled, “one more minute with that asshole…” and shook his head, his words trailing off as he fought the urge to take your bait. “Just go to sleep. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

He turned, heading towards the door. Perhaps the excess liquor made you reckless or Andy’s kisses left you wanting—either way, you needed to push the limits with Joel. You needed him to stay, to turn around and play your game.

“I could thank you now, if you want.”

He stopped in his tracks, his head slowly turning to the side. Your blood burned in your veins, both from the alcohol and from the tension pulsing between you and him in that darkened room. He paused for a moment and it felt like a lifetime—laid on the bed, watching his shoulders move with every breath he took. He flexed a hand, something he often did when he was around you.

Finally, he spoke.

“Go to sleep.”

And with that, he shut off the light and left the room, closing the door behind him.

So, you decided it was probably all in your head. Maybe the looks and the tension and the teasing were just part of a one-sided game you played with yourself. Still, you couldn’t help thinking about the strain in his voice when he ordered you to bed or the anger that went beyond disdain and contempt at the sight of Andy’s hands exploring your body. You regularly reminisced about the events of that night, most often without meaning to. Most often alone, between the hours of one and three AM, sneaking a guilty hand down between your thighs.

That was the last time Joel had interacted with you.

At least before tonight.

—

NOW,

Joel stands between Tess and a seedy looking short guy you’ve never seen before, clearly not paying attention to whatever the two of them are hashing out. Tensions are low, which makes Joel look comically out of place. He lifts a silver flask to his lips.

The chatter of people talking and laughing fills the narrow, dusty space—from somewhere down the hall, you hear your father’s booming laugh. You’re finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on whatever your peers are gushing on about. The warmth in your stomach and the buzz under your skin from whatever liquor finds its way into your cup brings you back to the last time you’d seen Joel at one of these get-togethers.

“Can’t believe Miller comes to these things,” one such peer—a bandit in training, your good friend Emma—remarks. “Weird seeing him… well, not relaxed but… not stressed.”

You laugh. “I know, right. When he’s passed out, I don’t even recognize him. Looks completely different without his signature scowl.”

She turns away from him, focusing her attention instead on you. “Right,” she says, “I forgot him and your dad…” She trails off, her expression changing as her interests do, as well.

Emma suddenly smirks at you. “Does he sleep naked?” she asks, mischievous. This piques the interest of the others paying attention to your conversation, who subsequently tune in to hear your answer.

You smile, shaking your head. “No,” you respond, keeping your voice low. “Fully clothed—with his gun in hand.”

Emma’s eyes settle back on Joel as her smile fades. The other delinquents go back to their respective conversations. “Such a shame,” she says, wistfully. “I’d bet a month’s rations that his dick is huge.”

You giggle at that and she passes you the flask. You take a big swig, heat blooming across your tongue as the whiskey burns down your throat.

He catches you staring—his eyes darken when he notices the drink in your hand. Smiling innocuously at him, you wave your fingers in an extremely girlish greeting gesture. He raises his thick eyebrows, unimpressed.

A familiar figure interrupts your silent conversation.

“Hey,” Andy says, his voice unsure and subdued.

“Hey.”

He looks rumpled and flushed, as though recent weeks had not been kind to him. Andy’s not-brown-not-blonde hair hangs limp around his crown, mirroring the defeated air his stature gives off. Despite the near foot he has on you, he seems ironically small.

He runs a nervous hand through his hair. “Look,” he tries, awkwardly stuffing his fingers in his pockets, “I’m sorry about last time. I was really drunk and I don’t really remember what I said, but I know it wasn’t cool.”

You scoff. “I don’t really think it was so much what you said, Andy,” you respond playfully. After all, you know he meant no harm. Drunk people get horny, and you had both been very drunk. “Don’t worry about it. No hard feelings,” you add.

That’s when, from over Andy’s shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Joel’s expression. Pure disapproval. Cold, ruthless contempt burns in his eyes.

“At least not from me.”

Andy turns around slowly, following your eye-line. By the time he clues in to who you’re referring to, Joel’s already looked away, turning his attention to the still-ongoing conversation between Tess and the stranger.

“Right,” Andy says, wincing. “He’s been giving me a hard time on the streets.”

“Don’t sweat over Miller,” Emma interjects casually. “He gives everyone a hard time.”

Once again, you find yourself distracted from the conversation, focussing on a different man in the room. Why should he get to decide when you get to be wild? What business does he have protecting you from other guys? After all, Joel Miller is not your father.

It frustrates you that he keeps pretending not to notice your stare. It frustrates you that he keeps his head ducked, feigning interest in the deal being made beside him. Taking in his size, the salt-and-pepper of his hair, and the fierce angle of his jaw, you steal another swig from the flask, wiping the excess off your lips.

It emboldens you.

Leaning up on your tippy-toes, you muster up your most sensual tone, whispering softly in Andy’s ear: “Let me make it up to you.”

You pull back to catch his look of disbelief, his pouty pink lips parting slightly as he struggles to locate his words. Grabbing his hand in yours, you nod your head to the right, wordlessly encouraging him to take you down the hall. He obeys without a sound.

You quickly shove the flask back into Emma’s hand.

“Save some for after,” you plead, and she shakes her head, tossing you an exaggerated eye-roll.

You lock eyes with Joel momentarily before you’re pulled down the hall, satisfaction leaking from your gaze—you’re not quite sure why. You break away, ignoring the non-verbal warning in his stare.

Who cares what he thinks, anyways?

You wind up in a run-down, dim-lit room, empty save for an old desk. Andy pins you against the wall as soon as the door creaks to a close behind you, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy, tipsy kiss. His hands travel south to grab your ass and you respond by wrapping your arms around his neck. Things heat up—his clumsy fingers brush the fabric over your breasts and you dig your hip into the bulge beneath his denim.

It’s not that you want Andy. Frankly? It could be anyone. None of the boys you hang out with really interest you beyond being potential partners for youthful experimentation—which is exactly what Andy is to you. In all likelihood, that’s not what you are to him.

Oh well. Those are morning thoughts.

Andy’s hands snake under your shirt, the pads of his fingertips creeping up to your breasts.

The door slams open.

Andy basically leaps off of you, a horrified expression settling on his features as he registers the identity of the intruder—as history repeats itself.

“Out,” Joel orders through gritted teeth, holding the door open for the boy to walk through. Andy practically sprints free—without risking a goodbye, without uttering a “sir, yes sir.”

You sigh once you and Joel are alone, adjusting your clothing and casually leaning back against the wall.

“Okay, Joel,” you say, exasperation coating your words. “What’s this all about.”

Wordlessly, he closes the door and locks the handle. His movements are slow, precise, and calculated—butterflies erupt in your stomach.

He approaches you, leaning one hand against the wall behind your head and using a pair of thick, callused fingers to tilt your head up. He smells like sandalwood and hard liquor; he smells like a man. Electricity crackles throughout your entire being.

The touch of his hand on your face drains every last drop of your boldness.

“I think,” he grumbles out, his voice low, gravelly, dangerous, “You know exactly what this is about.”

You swallow, focussing all your energy on holding his severe gaze. Between your thighs, your nerves begin to pulse, responding to his proximity with enthusiasm.

“No, I really don’t,” you respond, mustering up some confidence from god-knows-where to render your tone convincing.

He scowls. “S’lil’ game you’re playin’,” he mutters softly, coolly. “Comin’ downstairs half-naked, clingin’ onto me in public when you know I can’t do anything…”

He shakes his head, his grip on your jaw tensing slightly.

This time, when he speaks, his tone is hoarse. “What are you tryin’ to get out of it?”

A smile creeps onto your face at the anguish in his voice.

So you hadn’t imagined it. Joel had been in on it from the start.

You look up at him with big, sultry eyes, taunting him. There’s no point in avoiding the truth anymore—you want joel. And you’ve never really been the type to not go for what you want.

In this moment, you’re willing to risk anything to have Joel do something, anything to you.

Wicked innocence drips off your every word as you purr, “Whatever you’ve been dying to give me, Joel.”

You watch your answer take effect. A vein in his jaw twitches—lust floods his eyes.

In a flash, you’re facing the wall with both hands pinned above your head by one much larger, much stronger hand. Joel’s weight presses against you, pinning you in place.

“That right, angel?” Joel challenges under his breath as his other hand explores your chest, grabbing roughly at your breasts. “Want me to show you what I’ve had in mind?”

His hand travels towards your underwear, sliding down your front in a tantalizing motion; you moan before his fingers even brush your most sensitive spot.

“I do, Joel,” you moan, desperate for his touch. The feel of his chest against your spine is intoxicating, your mind goes blank at the sensation of his cock pressed against your ass.

Joel’s index and middle fingers find your clit, rubbing torturous circles around the throbbing bud. His thumb presses into your skin, anchoring his hand in place.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he groans. “Wonder what your dad’d say if he knew his lil’ girl was soakin’ wet for this cock.”

He slips a finger inside you, curling it up, making your mouth gape open in a silent ah and your eyebrows crease together. “You think of me when you’re touchin’ this pretty pussy?” Gasping and struggling against his hold, you nod enthusiastically, overwhelmed by the feel of him inside you.

“Please,” you whisper, wanting more, more, more.

“Manners,” he growls, tightening his grasp on your wrists. “Please, Joel,” he corrects, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt, his palm flattened and working against your swollen clit.

“Please-please, Joel,” you gasp out, throwing your head back against the crook of his shoulder. He leans forward, laying a soft kiss in the delicate nook of your neck. Then, he’s releasing you, pulling his fingers out and taking a step back.

He gestures to the desk.

“Facedown, sweetheart.”

You obey, stumbling over to it and laying your chest against the cold wood. It stings and you shiver.

Joel fumbles with his belt and then he’s behind you, unzipping his fly and pulling his length out. With your cheek laid against the desk, you get a perfect view of him towering over you, a dark God, holding his cock in his hand.

Emma had been right.

“You gotta be quiet,” he warns, before flipping up your skirt. He groans at the sight of your ass, roughly grabbing one cheek and squeezing it—hard.

“I will be,” you whine, desperate to take him in.

He chuckles, pulling down your dripping panties, letting them fall to your ankles. His tip runs between your folds, teasing your clit in tormenting strokes. You whine and moan, “Joel-s’good,” responding to every brush of his tip.

“You’re needy,” he says, gruffly.

He pushes his cock deep into your cunt, settling every inch of himself inside you.

“I like needy.”

You gasp at the sting and the pleasure and the fullness, unable to control yourself. Joel is huge—your walls wrap tightly around him as he pulls out near-completely before snapping his hips against your ass, filling you up to the brim again. You cry out as he holds your arms in place, setting a rhythm, grabbing you just as roughly as he fucks you.

“Joel,” you moan loudly before a large hand slaps over your lips.

“Shut up,” he growls.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you give yourself to him entirely, cravenly grinding against his hips.

“Look at you, fuckin’ yourself on my cock,” he taunts. “Takin’ it so good, pretty girl.”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the room, dirty and filthy and hot.

Joel’s fingers muffle your moans of abandonment, every “fuck,” “yes,” and “thank you,” coming out simply as “mmm.”

“This what you fuckin’ wanted?” he asks gruffly, leaning a hand next to your head and bending forward to loom over you. “Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age?”

The angle allows him to push even more of his length inside you, causing you to squirm pathetically against his hips. His fingers dig into your cheeks as he adds, “That right, pretty girl?”

You nod eagerly, your eyes growing heavy, filling with abandon.

He looses a hollow laugh. “Needy lil’ thing,” he breathes, tangling his fingers in your hair. “With a needy lil’ pussy.”

Freeing your mouth, he throws his head back, straightening out and bringing both hands to your circle your waist. Now, he fucks you fast and brutally, his breath coming heavy and hard. With every stroke, Joel’s tip grazes your inner most sensitive spot, causing sheer ecstasy to radiate throughout your core.

“Come inside me, Joel,” you beg. “Come in me—please.”

Joel groans sinfully. “Can’t do that, sweetheart.”

Fluttering waves ripple from your cunt down your legs, threatening to take you over the edge.

“Joel,” you half-sob, “I’m gonna-”

He slows down, thrusting into you in great, harsh strokes, well-versed in the art of bringing a woman to climax. You cry out as your orgasm tears through you, unable to form words or thoughts or anything beyond “Joel,” “Ohmygod,” and “yes-yes-yes.”

“S’it baby,” he coaxes. “Come aaalll over my cock.”

Your walls clench around him, your pussy just as desperate as you are to keep him tucked inside you.

He exhales shakily, grabbing fistfuls of your ass in his hands.

“Fuck it,” he groans, thrusting faster inside you. “M’gonna fill you up.” Your eyes are still rolled to the back of your head, your hands desperately searching for something to grasp onto. His cock swells inside you, tensing up between your walls as his seed spills out between them—he comes with an “oh fuck” and a final, brutal stroke.

You lie still for a moment, listening to the sound of your ragged breathing harmonizing with Joel’s. He runs a massive hand along your arm, his touch suddenly delicate, revering.

“You’d better fuckin’ pray I can find the pill for you tomorrow,” he says finally, his husky voice both amazed and amused.

Lifting your chest off the table, you slowly flip around, perching on the edge to face him as he reorganizes his clothes, pulling his boxers up and tugging at his fly. He looks so handsome between your knees, with his hair slightly disheveled and his shirt all rumpled.

“Get extra,” you coo, your breath still uneven, your thoughts still bungled. You run a slight hand devotedly down his plaid shirt, marvelling at the pleasure the proximity brings you.

He laughs low, shaking his head. “S’was a one-time deal, angel,” he says with a smile. He finishes doing up his belt and leans both his hands on the table, his nose just centimeters away from your own. “Can’t be caught fuckin’ my associates’ daughters—bad for business,” he adds, pulling your underwear back up your thighs. You adjust yourself and pout at him, playfully.

“You didn’t like it?” you ask, pretend-innocence soaking your tone.

He smiles softly. “I liked it too much,” he responds. “S’why it can’t happen again.”

You raise your eyebrows defiantly. “Well, I’m not gonna make it easy on you, Miller.”

He slowly straightens up, offering you a hand as you scoot off the desk. Your legs feel shaky, but his hold anchors you in place.

“M’countin’ on that.”

With that said, he gestures for you to leave the room, following closely behind you. He opens the door and you peer into the hallway, making note of its emptiness before stepping out. Joel exits soon after, taking off in the opposite direction. You catch him looking back at you, a dazed, hungry look still lingering on his expression.

It makes you smile.

Later that night, you find Emma and Joel finds Tess. You’re back to your side of the divide and he’s back to his.

It’s as though nothing ever happened.

“Hey, check it out,” Emma remarks. “Miller actually looks, like, chilled-out,” she slurs loudly.

You smile knowingly, nodding in agreement.

“‘Guess he found a way to blow off steam.”

She gives you a quick, faded nod before becoming absorbed in something else. It doesn’t bother you. You’re also absorbed in something else: lost in thought, consumed by the lingering echoes and traces of Joel’s skin on yours.

When you catch his eye from across the room, you can tell that his thoughts are haunted by the very same thing.

This was no longer an innocent game.

It was a dirty secret.

—

Read part 2: Pretty When You Cry

Read part 3: Let Me Love You Like a Woman (Let Me Hold You Like a Baby)

[luveline]

also didn’t realise that amanda was their little baby but here’s an idea if ur up for it. amanda inherits like spencer’s smartness i guess and so when she starts spewing facts about the random-est stuff spencer’s overjoyed and then bombshells just staring at them with adoration in her eyes?? idk something really fluffy

“Shoes?” Amanda asks. 

“Yeah, babe.” 

“No thanks.” 

You hold Amanda’s socked feet in your hands. “You need shoes to keep your feet warm.” 

“I’ll have socks.” 

You look past her tiny face to her father for some assistance. Spencer scratches his neck, looking absolutely exhausted, though he’s dressed sharply. You’d spent a few minutes finger curling his hair this morning before it dried, and he’s brushed them out gently, giving him a windblown look. You pretend to take a photo of him. He rolls his eyes. 

“Amy,” he says lovingly, baby-voice in play as he leans over the back of the couch, “you know why you have to wear shoes?” 

“Why?” 

“Because growing up, your feet are very small, and very fragile. They need time to grow in proper structures, and they can’t do that if you don’t wear shoes when you’re walking a lot.” He gives her shoulder a rub. “Don’t you wanna match me and mommy?” 

“You wear shoes… different. Mom has heels,” she insists. 

“What if I wear flats?” you ask, eager to leave the house before afternoon. 

She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest with a Spencer style pout. 

Spencer sits down next to her with a sigh. You’re both aware of how smart she is for her age, and while it can be interesting, it’s also made some stuff so, so hard. Like explaining shoes. “I’m not want to wear them. It’s good for my skin to breathe.” All her r’s sound soft, like w’s.

You rub your eyes. Spencer sucks in an excited breath. “Yes! Skin can’t really breathe, but it’s good to have it uncovered sometimes to help your circulation and your pores.” 

“‘Xactly,” Amy says. 

“And, you know, shoes that don’t fit right force your feet into narrow positions, which can cause a whole bunch of problems.” 

“No shoes,” Amy says. 

“But…” Spencer backtracks, thumbing under her eyelashes gently. “If you don’t wear your shoes, we can’t go out to the store for groceries and we can’t go to the bakery on the way home. Which means you won’t get your sugar donuts, mommy won’t get her slice of cake, and that’s gonna make me so sad.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I love when your mom is happy. It makes me happy when she’s happy. She doesn’t look very happy now, does she?” 

In all honesty, you’re much too pretty to be sitting on the floor, tights to the carpeting and your cute black dress bunching up your thighs. You refuse to close yourself into the ‘mom’ box some may expect of you, dressing as you had before you became a mom, but you’ve allowed Amanda the opportunity to choose your necklace; a gold pendant ring with green and pink sapphires. It’s gorgeous, colourful, and doesn’t even slightly go with your outfit. Spencer reaches for it now, tugging it straight carefully against your neck. 

You frown deeply, pulling your widest, softest doe eyes. “Please, lovely girl, put your shoes on. Or I’m gonna have to be strict, and I hate being strict.” 

“Don’t fw-own, mommy,” she says, listing into Spencer’s side, “you’ll get wrinkles. Worse wrinkles, ‘cos your muscles remember.” 

And again, all her r’s are w’s, her pronunciation lispy and sweet despite her amazing expertise. Spencer laughs and takes her face into two hands, kissing “Wow, smarty pants,” into her crown. “You’re so smart! I can’t believe it!” 

You feel your annoyance softening. Fine, she’s a smarty pants, and you secretly love it so so much. You’ll just have to carry her to the car. Or her genius dad can carry her. Actually, that could be great, Spencer’s never looked so handsome as he does carrying around your little baby, especially now he’s started working out every now and then. 

“Better role your sleeves up, Spence,” you say, standing up off of your knees. “I’m keeping my heels on. Daddy’s gonna carry you, and you’re gonna get wonky feet.” 

“That’s fine,” Spencer says to her in a whisper, “I’ll carry you forever if you want me to, even if you do get all wonky, bubby.”  

Amy preens as she wraps her arms around him and he picks her up. He takes her shoes from your hand without her seeing. 

“Isn’t she amazing?” he mouths, and he means it, his eyes wide with it. 

“She’s gonna protest socks, next, Spencer Reid, and then what are you gonna do?” you ask. You aren’t half as concerned as you’re pretending to be. Amy’s a baby. She’ll learn how important shoes are soon enough. 

“I’m gonna hold her in my coat, like this,” he says, pulling his coat over her legs. 

“Like that,” you say to yourself, grinning. “Okay, you two do what you want. Can we go now? We really need to get some groceries.” 

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

! ── BABY DADDY!JASON TODD who can't come around more than once or twice a year. His way of life isn't sustainable for a home, and it certainly isn't safe for a daughter. You and him decided it was best to part ways before that positive pregnancy test, and since he discovered a kid he helped make it didn't change his level of involvement. He's got a lot of eyes on him, and he can't draw attention to anything important to him.

! ── Your daughter adores him. She squeals with delight every time he visits, running full barrel towards him so he can scoop her up. Unbeknownst to her your concern with how he found you again, and how he broke in to the apartment. Apparently running and hiding is not enough when you face the Red Hood. You reluctantly greet him with a half-assed kiss on the cheek, wrapping your arm around his neck to incline him towards you. Your daughter on his hip takes full advantage of hugging you both at the same time, and pressed against your former lover makes you tight-lipped.

! ── He's dangerous for a number of reasons that span beyond what any angry enemy of his would do if they found out where he's been going. You're most afraid of what he's able to make you do the longer you're with him. Only able to hold onto your anger for so long until he melts that cold exterior and somehow convinces you to let him warm your bed again.

! ── He's got it down to a science. As soon as you give him that scathing look, he tells your daughter to run along because "Mommy and Daddy have to talk." while she thoughtfully strokes his chin with her little hand, only to nod with an audible sigh, shaking out her wild hair she won't let you brush. With a little push to her back, she scampers off to her room and he stands to his full height. "I just wanted to see her." he tells you, with that pleading tone you've fallen for countlessly because he knows you're going to say: "It's not safe." for the thousandth time.

! ── He'll tower over you, incline towards you while you scold him under your breath. A hushed argument ensues that your daughter tries to listen in on, and can only hear bits and pieces about how she's not owned, and her dad should get to see her. Stuff she doesn't understand, especially because she can't understand his lack of presence being such a complicated thing when she has no sense of object permanence. If a dad refuses to be there more, it's a problem. You want to cut Jason out completely. That's not fair, as he'll tell you, to the daughter you get to keep.

! ── It's in the way he stands next to you. He's so much taller than you, broader, and muscled. He bulks up more and more every time you see him. He doesn't use his size to intimidate you, rather takes advantage of something else. Big hands stuffed in his back pockets make his leather jacket sit on his wide shoulders exquisitely. His hair is windblown from his motorbike and just the smell of him has a dangerous Pavlov effect on you. Like your eyes want to flutter as they roll into the back of your head and lightning shoots straight down to your core, stinging at the memory of what it's like to be filled by him. The longer you're with him, the thinner your resolve becomes. It evaporates in front of you as he sweeps a hand through his hair, and his posture slacks. "C'mon." he drags out the word playfully, advancing on you. Your hand interrupts him, bracing on his firm chest to keep him from coming closer. "Can't we talk about something else? You're getting me all worked up. Missed you."

You roll your jaw, that resolve slipping. Addicted to him, you're reticent as his tongue darts out to wet his lips while he's eyeing yours. "Jay..." you murmur, and he can hear the defeat in your voice.

! ── "Lucky we got a sitter, huh?" Jason's smug voice cuts through the wet sounds of sex that fills the room. "Now I get some time with my other little girl." That sick delight causes you to reach back, weakly banging your fist against his thigh. He snickers, wolfish and husky resounding from the back of his throat. "Mommy's been missing me, huh? Can feel her clenching down on me like a fuckin' vice."

His thick cock hurts stretching you out, but you needed that pain. There's something about Jason that keeps you saying yes, and it pushed through your requirement of foreplay, unbuckling that belt in haste, comfort be damned you wanted that dick. You're on all fours and he's giving it to you from the back, just how you like it, fucking you like a dog while his hand tangles all up in your hair. He yanks you back by it, and you can't even think of what to say other than mindless pleasured babbles.

"You let me do this every time I come over. Seems like you fuck with me or something." It's true, regardless of the cruel insults you've thrown at him to get him to stay away from you, it's all because you can't say no to him. It's the reason you got pregnant, it's the reason you can't run away far enough, and it's the reason you fuck him every time he comes to visit the kid he helped make.

[selineram3421]

Well I just read you newest story about y/n being Husker's younger sibling. Especially how much focus there was on Al just wanting to piss him off.

So if I might suggest: Alastor with a y/n who's Charlie's sibling/Lucifer's child. Seriously we saw him already losing it when all claimed to see a daughter figure in Charlie...Al flirting, etc. with a different child might actually kill him.

Anyway I love your work, keep it up ^-^

- 🖤

*cackles like an insane person*

Royally Pissed

Prologue

Alastor X Morningstar Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ reader is blonde for obvious reasons, cussing, mention of depression, angry short King ⚠

Lucifer treasured his children.

Of course he messed up at times, not every parent is perfect. Though he does regret not seeing his children all that often.

Charlie was doing something. Somewhere.

Shit, that sounds bad.

And you would come by and check up on him every so often.

While Charlie looked like him, she had her mother's height. You looked more like Litlith..but had his shortness.

Of course you were adorable!

His littlest one, born a few seconds after Charlie. Twins that came out like opposites in looks but similar in some ways.

He gifted you a rubber duck for every birthday. One that had a tutu, one that had multiple eyes, one that had a built in music box, one that had a jester hat, one that honked like a goose, one that-

Ok, it was a lot.

But you loved his duckies! You even had bookshelves just for them!

Currently you were with him in the castle. Or more like you being in the other room while he was working on another duck.

Then he got a phone call from Charlie.

"Daughter. Daughter calling!", he said in surprise.

After talking about Heaven and a bit about the hotel, he got excited when she said for him to come see the hotel for himself.

"My daughter wants to see me~!", he sang before pointing at a duck on the floor. "Take that depression!"

"Dad?", he heard you call out, finding you opening the door. "Do you want lunch now?", you asked.

Lucifer cheered out your name and grabbed your hands before twirling you around. "Charlie called! She invited me to her hotel thingy!"

"Oh, that's nice.", you said. "I hope you have fun."

"You can come too!", he stopped the twirling. "We'll all get to hang out again!"

You smiled and agreed.

"Great! We've got to be there in an hour!", he says before letting you go to skip out of the room.

Staying put, you glance at the rubber duck filled room with slight worry.

"It wasn't this bad last time.."

.

You stood behind your father as you both waited for the doors to open.

It's been a while since you last saw Charlie, it being around a few months. Looking around you can see she cleaned up the building quite well. It was more broken down when it first appeared on the news when she pitched her idea.

I'm glad she's doing well. You thought before hearing the door.

"Charlie!", your dad said with a wide smile, holding his arms open.

"Hey Dad.", your sister waved before getting glomped with a tight hug. "Uh..it's uh, good to see you too Dad.", she said before having to push him off to breathe.

Then she noticed you, saying your name in excitement.

"I would have done more if I knew you were coming to visit too!", she said and brought you into the hotel by your hand.

"No, you don't have to worry. I'm sure what you have is enough.", you reassured as you followed her in.

From the corner of your eye, you saw two demons right next to the door. On your right there was someone in red and turned your head to see a tall deer demon. Looking to your left, you saw a woman with long white hair and an X over her eye.

"Hello..", you waved with a shy smile.

.

Alastor glared down at the King as soon as the short man barged into the hotel.

How could that be more powerful than me? He thought as his eye twitched.

Then Charlie pushed her father off and excitedly greeted someone outside, grabbing their hand to bring them in.

His eyes widened at the smaller version of Lilith.

"Hello..", they waved shyly at everyone in the room.

And then the little cat that the Princess had walked over to greet the two.

"Kiki!", the two blondes kneeled down to pet the one-eyed feline.

After walking around, Lucifer commented on the bar, so Alastor teleported closer before speaking up.

"Just some of the renovations we had done!", he pointed at the bar with his microphone staff. "Adds a bit of color! Don't you think?", he said before facing the King.

He teleported even closer to the Kind and introduced himself after the monarch questioned who he was, shaking the apple cane instead of the King's hand.

As soon as the deer demon let go, he wiped his hand on his coat.

"You are much shorter in real life.", he said pinching his fingers a bit, emphasizing how small the blonde man was.

"Who is this? Who is this?", Lucifer asked and turned to his daughter once seeing her walk over. "Is this the bellhop?", he asked her.

"Aha! No!", Alastor said before fixing his bow. "I am the host of the hotel! You might of heard of me from my radio broadcasts."

"Hm. Nope!", the King pretended to think before dusting off his sleeve. "Maybe it's why Charlie calls it the HAZBIN hotel! Ah ha ha!", he nudges his daughter with his elbow.

"Ha ha ha!", the deer tilts his head at every short laugh that left his mouth before looking at his claws with a knowing smile. "It was actually my idea."

"Ah haha! Well it's not very clever!", the blonde replied leaning forward a bit.

"Ah ha!", the Radio demon laughed loudly before leaning down to meet the King's gaze. "Fuck you.", he said very clearly, static only in the background.

"OK!", Charlie pushed the two away. "Ok! Anyway!", she said as the two looked away from each other. "Dad!", she turned to her father.

While the two were occupied, he saw the small Lilith looking Morningstar talking with the others, wearing a bright smile as they laughed.

He focused back on the conversation when the Princess said his name.

"We wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much.", she said and the two blondes turned to face him.

"Charlie has a very unique vision!", he said with his usual smile as he walked over. "I am happy to fulfil her bizarre requests!", he places a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"Thank you Alastor.", the blonde smiled, feeling happy.

He noticed the way Lucifer hated it, and calmly smiled.

"Quite an impressive young lady.", he said and tilted the Princess's head up a bit with his hand before moving his claws back to himself. "We're all very proud of her.", he says and places an arm around her shoulder, pushing her a little close.

Having enough, the King cleared his throat.

"Charlie! Dear.", he said before pushing between the two, getting them separated. "Why don't you introduce me to your OTHER friends!", he pointed towards the group with his end of his staff.

"Oh! Yes, of course!", Charlie said and began introducing Vaggie to her father.

Then someone got his attention with a tap on his arm.

Snapping his head towards the person, he saw the Lilith look alike move their hand back.

"Oh, I apologize. I called out to you but got no response.", they said with a bit of a frown. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Upset?", he questioned, still wearing his smile.

"Yes, you furrowed your brows a bit when I tapped you.", the small blonde gestured with their finger.

How observant..

"No, I am not upset at all!", he gave a quick closed eyed smile. "And your name is..?"

"Oh, I'm-"

And then they were interrupted when the chandelier fell.

This was supposed to be a oneshot but then I remembered how detailed this would have to be.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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ML II for Alastor🎙 | RP ChL 👑

[sukunas-wife]

i just wanna start and say that i luvvv ur blog and the dad sukuna fics are giving me life (🙏🏾). plsss could i ask 4 a scenario of yuuji being a menace 4 once. like 1 of the things he and sukuna can agree on is that no one touches or speaks 2 momma without permission, but a new servant doesn't know that?

🤔 I see what’s going on you want Yuji to bite people well he NOT KINDA BRAT, he latches on and shakes his head like a feral dog 😭😭 grrr

Idk what I was doing and where my plot came from I think I just pulled it out the air 😭

“Lady Y/n!” You turned looking over at the eunuch who had been persistently following you all week. The poor young man according to the servants and your hand maids had grown “quite fond” of you. You looked over at Yuji, he had long run into the garden, sighing when your hand maids were stuck between going after Yuji or staying by your side. You waved them off when the eunuch got closer, “Ah, feels like I’ve been seeing you a lot lately. Especially outside the Palace walls.” You looked past him and he smiled, eyes becoming lidded. Silence filled the space and you gave him a sympathetic smile, “Did you need something or did you just run all this way to greet me Kamo?” You risked your arms into your sleeves eyeing the way he fidgeted with his hands. “I guess I came here just to greet you Lady Y/n..” he looked away, the blush on his cheeks was proof enough your ladies in waiting were right… Before you could dismiss him he spoke up with a hopeful look, “would you mind if I stood by your side for today Lady Y/n?” As much as you hated the idea of letting someone who’s not your husband or son be by your side all day, you had to think about it. You should say no because it would look bad if anyone were to notice him constantly at your side. Second, you don’t want to make a bad impression on Sukuna, he was your husband and you didn’t want to make him believe the rumours running around his own Palace.

“I appreciate your eagerness but the answer is no. I’m spending today with Yuji and I’m not allowing anything to take away from his time.” You dismissed him with a wave and he still smiled, “It’s alright, thank you Lady y/n. Maybe I can join you for the next time you feel like taking a walk in the garden.” You had already turned away but he held out hope, “Thank you for the offer Kamo but you really should get back to work.” You look over your shoulder at him with a faint smile, he nodded and ran off back to place and into the Curses den. The poor kid didn’t see Lord Sukuna lurking about watching the entire scene unfold. Sukun watched as you smiled over your shoulder in his general direction making his chest swell with pride, he knew he didn’t have to worry about you. It was that fool of a eunuch who would need to be taught his place.

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Yuji was by your side pulling your sleeve’s, “cmmooonnn mooomm Wanna goooooo” he ended up falling and lying on the floor looking up at you. He was spread out and he huffed. “I don’t want that eunuch to come he talks too mucchhhaaaahhh” his whine turned into a scream while he shook his head back and forth on the ground, “Yuji baby get up your gonna dirty.” You tried to help him up and he just laid limp in your hold, “Are we leaving now?”

“Yes we can go before Kamo shows up if you really don’t like him THAT much.” Yuji laid there while you tried to stand him up before he got “Mkay let’s go.” Yuji took your hand guiding you to the door and right when he opened it there was the voice that made him squint over his shoulder, “NO! GO AWAY KAMO!” You were amused how Yuji stuck his tongue out at the Eunuch while trying to drag you through the door into the garden again. You didn’t fight him and let him drag you doing your best to keep up. When he finally stopped, Yuji looked around, even jumping to look over a bush, “daddy doesn’t like him, he says he tried to talk to you toooo much.” He was waving his hands around exaggerating his point, “he said next time he tried to get close to take you away or fight him!” You watch as Yuji looked up at you holding little fists, his little round face was full of determination. You could help but kneel and place your hand on his head running it over the side of his face cupping his cheek. “Yuji you don’t have to worry about fighting that poor eunuch, there is nothing I would choose over you or Ryomen.”

He shook his head back and forth vigorously “nuh uh! Daddy said you’d say that and I shouldn’t listen!” You hugged Yuji, confusing him “awww my little Yu.” He leaned against you taking in your hug. “What else did daddy tell you, hm?”

———

There you sat with your husband, dressed up in vibrant Junihitoe with over 20 layers. Sukuna wore his usual attire, you were holding onto one of his arms listening to him talk about how Yuji had done well in his own training and along those lines. It was well into spring when the days were getting hotter and becoming longer summer days. Sukuna watched how you’d fan yourself closing your eyes for a brief moment of relief before leaning your head on his arm. He could feel your heat and there was no doubt in his mind it was all those layers in your silly little robes. He had a great idea, slowly he led you inside where you found relief out of the sun but those layers were still clinging to you in uncomfortable ways. When you were going to pull away Sukuna pulled you back into his side leaning down to whisper into your ear, “Now let’s get you out of those robes, your skins burning like all those nights I spent memorising every curve of your body.” The flush on your face flared up when you held onto him tighter, burying your face in his arm, “Ryomen!” You tried to scold him while he led you to the large bathing room. He took you in kissing you once the door was closed, he spared no time in stripping himself taking a step into the pool of cold water. A second step his hands were on your waist while you held his face kissing him, he mumbled against your lips “Let’s get these off of you.” He pressed his lips against your neck grazing you with his teeth, you tried to hold in your giggles when his hands opened your robes, letting his hands run over your sides while he bit into your skin sucking and marking you with a bright red mark, grazing his teeth over your skin when he made it to your chest. Your laughed and playful whispers could be heard outside the room and it left nothing to the imagination of what could be happening. This was a sign most servants took as “Don’t interrupt Lord Sukuna and Lady Y/n.” All except for one who walked in immediately after knocking. Kamo.. he was damn lucky Sukuna was just starting to slide your robes off your shoulders, you would’ve tried to push yourself away from Sukuna but he was your husband, what did you have to hide. Sukuna was too proud of his own physique to even think about maybe committing some form of decency. There you stood in his tight hold pulling you closer to the water, he rested his chin on your shoulder looking past you right at Kamo. He was smug about his situation, staring right at the eunuch, “What is it Kamo.” He couldn’t say anything, just staring at the both of you trying to think of something before Ryomen became annoyed, “I’ve killed better people for less,” he stood up, a set of arms still holding your waist and robes in place, there was no missing that Ryomen was in fact a man gifted not once but twice. He took that to his advantage when he noticed Kamo take a second look after he stepped from around you, “Speak now or lose your life, you better have a damn good reason for interrupting MY time with MY WIFE.” Just as Kamo was going to speak up, Yuji came running “Daddy DADDDY DADDY!” He stopped seeing his dad standing there in his full glory, “naked naked naked!” He closed his eyes when he pointed and laughed at his dad who just dead panned before turning to the eunuch, “Stop staring at my wife before you lose your living privileges and bring some towels.” He sent Kamo off and Yuji was still laughing behind his hand seeing his dad naked. You closed your robes, “Now that you're here Yuji you do need a bath.” You snatched him up before he could run out the door, Sukuna rolled his eyes “Great interrupted by the Eunuch and now that he’s gone you invite the brat.” Sukuna stared unamused as Yuji stripped jumping into the water, “‘m a fish”

———

It was a few days later when you were talking to one of your ladies in waiting and Yuji saw it. The way Kamo approached you reaching out to touch you to get your attention. He went running and screaming, the three of you turned to look at him, each of you confused until you noticed Yuji wasn’t running at you. He was running at Kamo who was about to touch you without your permission. It happens in slow motion how he jumped, little legs wrapping around his knee, the way his hands were clinging to the eunuch. He opened his mouth wide, threw his head back and made an exaggerated biting sound before he latched onto Kamo’s side. Your lady in waiting was shocked and you were just as speechless watching the eunuch try to pull Yuji off only for him to bite harder. Through the yells and little growls you could hear “don toufch mhh mhmmy” and he went back to shaking his head left and right.

Finally you came to your senses and tried to help take Yuji off of him, just as you took hold of Yuji Kamo winced and managed to hit you. Yuji let go and gasped very dramatically, he slipped out of your hands when your lady in waiting ran over to you to see if you were okay. You stood up holding your cheek staring at Kamo, as much as you’d like to take blame for Yuji biting him he shouldn’t have been trying to touch in the first place. You saw Yuji with his fists up “YOU HIT MY MOMMY” he swung hitting Kamo right in his manhood.

It didn’t take long for the word to spread, before you knew it Sukuna had you sitting in your seperate room. Yuji was going to follow his dad out of the room until he gave him a silent look, making him turn around and run back to you. He stood in front of you laying his chest and arms on your lap looking up at you with a small smile, “you're so pretty mommy.”

You laughed at his words shaking your head with a smile, “Aw my little prince Yuji here to make me feel better hm?” He stretched his arms up so you’d pull him into your lap. You did and he smiled at his reflection, you were sitting in front of the vanity in your room. He pouted looking up at you, “you okay?” He started to bite his finger when you looked down at him with teary eyes, you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault in some way. “Yeah it’s just been a long day Yu.”

He hummed, swinging his legs and falling limp in your arms, “daddy said he’s gonna fix him..” you were confused there was no doubt in your mind Ryomen would kill the man on sight once he faced him.

Time passed to the point that both of you got bored of waiting and ended up on the bed listening to Yuji ramble about how he was so cool and how could beat Sukuna in a fight. One day he was gonna have his own big temple and you could live with him because there wouldn’t be nasty old eunuchs running around.

“Hey brat, that's my wife, she's not going with you to your house or anywhere at all.” Yuji was quick to jump up and run over when you slowly sat up on the bed, “Dad!” Sukuna grabbed him by the back of his shirt pulling him up and onto his shoulder giving him a little bag, Yuji opened it, looked in and closed it throwing it on the floor making a loud “eeeewww”

Sukuna looked at you, you looked back at him, he didn’t seem too happy. He walked over to you bringing his hand up, you didn’t look away when he took your face in his hand shaking his head.

“I’m alright Ryo…” his thumb rubbed your cheek, “He’s not.” Yuji shivered, leaning over on his dads head to tell you “Look in the bag.”

Sukuna side eyed Yuji who looked away, “what’s in the- the balls he had that made him think he could lift his hand.”

“But he’s a- he wasn’t, he became a eunuch a few hours ago and now he is gone.” Sukuna’s face was smug when he flipped Yuji off his shoulder and onto your bed, “Now there’s something I want to finish that he interrupted.” He nodded at the door and you felt your face heat up, “y-yeah.” Yuji was busy laughing and rolling over in your bed to notice his parents little game of bedroom eyes.😭

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