#she want from sleeping in a room with her sisters to sleeping with him

[parkerslatte]

Blanket Fort

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none.

Summary: Y/N returns home from a long day of helping Feyre at the studio and her heart melts from what she finds.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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The moment Y/N entered her house, hushed whispers were heard coming from the living room. After a long day working at the studio with Feyre, all Y/N wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. She kicked off her shoes and entered the living room and immediately paused when she took notice of the mess of it.

Instead of the usual furniture set by the fireplace, it was pushed to the corners of the room in favour of the large blanket fort in the centre of the room. The hushed whispers were of course coming from inside. Despite the tiredness in her body, Y/N smiled.

“Daddy, is Mummy going to come in?” the voice of her six year old son whispered. Or in his case, just spoke aloud.

“Get her!” Her three year old daughter giggled.

“Alright, I’ll get her,” the voice of her husband said.

Y/N leaned against the doorway and watched how Azriel emerged from the blanket fort. With his wings it was a miracle he managed to fit inside. As soon as Y/N made eye contact with him, she simply fell in love with him all over again. His hair was a mess and stuck up in all directions and his eyes were sleepy. His shirt hung loosely on his body and was the one he would never be cause dead in outside the comfort of his home.

“Hey, honey,” Azriel whispered and pulled her body against his, resting his arms around her waist.

“Hey,” Y/N replied and lazily rested her arms over his shoulders. “So what is this all about?”

Azriel smiled. “Oh this? Just a little construction work. Robin has been bossing me and his sister around all day. Odessa has just been happy to help out her big brother.”

Y/N smiled and wished that she had been with her family. Y/N remembered when she first told Azriel she was pregnant with Robin, he had been over the moon. He had been protective before the pregnancy but during it, Y/N couldn’t even go to the kitchen without him trailing behind her. Y/N needed to beg Cassian and Rhys to take him out for a few days to give her a well needed break of the coddling.

After Robin was born, Azriel had a hard time bonding with him. Azriel blamed it on Robin constantly needing her but Y/N knew that it wasn’t the case. Y/N knew that Azriel didn’t see himself fit to be a father. He had never voiced these thoughts to Y/N but she could tell just from looking in his eyes. Azriel only held Robin when Y/N passed him to him. He would only interact with him when Robin crawled over to him. It was as if Azriel was afraid of tainting his son just from being around him.

It wasn’t until Y/N went on an overnight trip with Feyre that everything sorted itself out. When she returned that morning, Y/N expected Robin to be asleep in his crib but what she found was even more precious. Robin was fast asleep on Azriel’s chest and Azriel himself was asleep too, a protective hand on Robin’s back. Y/N had asked Feyre to paint the image which now proudly hung in their living room, a matching one of Azriel and Odessa next to it

After that night, Robin would always follow Azriel around. He had become one of his shadows. Robin tried to imitate Azriel. The way he stood, the way he walked. Even facial expressions. Despite Robin being born without wings, he always demanded Azriel to take him flying and pretend that he was flying himself. Robin idolised his father, it was as simple as that.

When Odessa was born, Azriel didn’t ever pull away from her. And of course, like Robin, Odessa would always follow her father around. And due to Odessa’s small wings poking from her back, she would always plead for Azriel to teach her how to fly, despite the lack of strength in her wings that could not support her weight yet.

Y/N never minded that her children always wanted Azriel. Of course they would always want her too, but Y/N knew that Azriel always needed to be reminded by his children how loved he really was. There were still some days where Azriel believed that he did not deserve the life he had and one those days, Y/N would leave the house and allow Azriel time with their children and all those thoughts would instantly wash away.

“I wish you could have been with us,” Azriel said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “They have been asking for you since lunch.”

“Feyre needed a lot of help today, the class she was teaching was overbooked so I helped out a little longer than usual,” Y/N answered. “I wish I could have been here earlier.”

Azriel smiled and pressed his lips against Y/N’s. She melted into the kiss. The feel of his lips against hers was a pleasant feeling after her tiring day. However before she had a chance to fully savour it, small hands grabbed Y/N’s dress and tugged it.

“Mummy,” Robin said excitedly. “Look what we made!”

Y/N pulled away from Azriel and down to her son. She smiled upon seeing him. He definitely took after his father, even down to the shade of his eyes was a replica. The only difference was his nose, he had Y/N’s nose.

“Come on!” Robin said, now gripping onto Y/N’s hand.

Y/N allowed herself to be led by her son to the mass of blankets in the centre of the room. Y/N peeked inside and saw her daughter bundled amongst the pillows. Odessa laughed gleefully upon seeing her mother.

The space in the blanket fort was larger than she thought, mostly to allow Azriel to enter with his wings. Y/N shuffled inside and laid down next to her daughter. She kissed her daughter on the cheek. “I missed you today.”

“Did you miss me too?” Robin asked, laying down on the other side of Y/N.

Y/N wrapped her arms around her son and kissed his cheeks. “Of course I did!” Robin tried to push Y/N away, yet the smile on his face and the giggles escaping him as his mother showered him with love betrayed his resistance.

“Daddy! Come back!” Odessa piped up and giggled as Azriel’s face came into view.

He crawled through the gap in the blankets, making sure to keep his wings tucked close to his body. As soon as he was inside, he laid down next to Robin and Robin immediately hugged his father.

Y/N watched Azriel’s face light up as Robin began to speak to him while gripping onto his shirt. Her heart couldn’t feel more full.

“Mummy.” Odessa’s voice caught Y/N’s attention.

Y/N smiled down at her daughter, wrapping her in a hug. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can we sleep here?” Odessa asked.

Y/N looked at Azriel and he already looked ready to pass out. Y/N smiled. She returned her gaze to Odessa.

“I don’t see why not,” Y/N said.

Odessa let out a small noise of happiness before nuzzling into her mother's arms and closed her eyes. Y/N held onto her daughter and pressed a kiss to her hair.

“They are growing up too fast,” Azriel said quietly once the two children were asleep between them.

“I know,” Y/N said, reaching out her hand to hold onto Azriel’s. “I swear it was only yesterday we were celebrating Odessa’s first birthday.”

Azriel smiled as he pressed a kiss to Y/N’s palm. “What do you say about another one?”

“Another kid?” Y/N asked

“No, another dog,” Azriel teased. “Yes, another kid.”

Y/N smiled softly. “I remember a time where you were terrified to become a father. Look at you now, wanting more children who look exactly like you.”

“Odessa has your eyes and Robin has your nose. They take after you at least a small amount,” Azriel defended, teasing his wife.

Y/N chuckled. “So you want another one?”

“Only if you wanted to,” Azriel said. “I’ve been thinking since having Odessa that I like having a family. I like having children. And I’ve realised recently that I want a large family. I want more people to love.”

Y/N cupped Azriel’s cheek. “My love, I would love that too. But perhaps we don’t start trying for another child until Odessa is a little older. You know what Nyx was like when he first started to fly, imagine what it will be like with Odessa while also caring for another young baby.”

Azriel smiled. “That would be a nightmare.”

“I know it would be,” Y/N replied. “But having a large family is not a no. Let’s just enjoy what we have for now.”

“Okay,” Azriel said.

He looked down at his children and Y/N could see the unconditional love in his eyes.

“I never thank you enough for proving to me that I deserve this life, Y/N,” Azriel whispered.

“You don’t need to thank me, my love,” Y/N said, brushing her fingers through his hair. “You never need to thank me for something you figured out yourself.”

Azriel smiled in response. He carefully stretched one wing out and draped it over Y/N and the children, wrapping them all in a warm cocoon.

“You are going to ache in the morning,” Y/N said.

“I know,” Azriel said. “But it’s worth it to spend the night with my family like this.”

Y/N smiled. “We definitely need to take this down while Robin and Odessa go to Rhys and Feyre’s, otherwise they will want to sleep in it every night.”

“What’s going to be the excuse?” Azriel asked.

Y/N yawned. “We can figure that out in the morning or we can just take them for ice cream. They will forget all about it.”

Azriel smiled and wrapped his arm around his family. His fingers linked with Y/N’s. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N replied.

The small squeeze of Y/N’s hand and the gentle pull on that golden thread connecting their souls, Y/N was consumed by Azriel’s love for her and their family. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[misseviehyde]

CONFISCATED: PART 4

Loren woke up feeling great. Last night had been incredible. She had never felt so turned on as she had when she had bullied and destroyed Bella. She kept replying her nerdification of her sister, remembering how hot it had been to transform Bella into a dorky nobody. Bella had seemed genuinely broken. Loren wondered... she hadn't gone... too far... had she?

It was hard to explain how wet it had made her to be so evil and mean. Her new body seemed to respond positively to cruelty and evil. The meaner and bitchier she was, the harder she could orgasm. It gave her the incentive to be truly mean and she had so far taken it as far as she could. In fact, she wanted more. She wanted it all.

After her fun with her sister, she had removed her makeup and slipped into sexy silk PJ's. She had masturbated herself to sleep, her wet pussy and her fingers tired as she fell into delicious dreams of sex. Next door she could hear her Mom getting fucked like an animal. It made her want to be fucked too.

She couldn't help but smile at the thought. It was strange. Lawrence had been straight, but she was DEFINITELY into men. Her horny young mind was actually pretty cock-obsessed. The changes to her body and mind the app had made had really done a number on her.

Now it was Monday morning and it was time for school. Loren was ready for a shower, but first, grabbing her phone, she unlocked it and opened her Brat App. It was pleasing to see the points she had unlocked by draining Bella were still waiting to be used. She had SO many ideas for them.

She checked the timer. There was only seven hours left. Seven hours before she had to access the refund or be stuck this way forever. It would pretty much coincide with the end of the school day. She'd have her opportunity to experience one glorious day at school, then she'd have to go back to being a man.

Well if she wanted to turn back of course. She did want to turn back right?

Loren decided not to think about that. Instead she slipped into the shower and lathered and washed her perfect body. She then blow dried her hair and sitting at her vanity table began to do her makeup.

She did all these feminine things as if she were used to them - as if they were things she had always done. The Brat App had changed her and given her the memories and knowledge she needed to be a spoiled little bitch. It all came so naturally to her now... the thick mascara, the sexy lipgloss, the bodyspray and perfume.

It felt so fucking nice to be so feminine.

She was on cloud nine.

Walking to her wardrobe Loren opened the door and grinned as she pulled out her Cheerleading uniform. Today was practice so she got to wear this slutty little number. Feeling like the Queen Bee she was, she slid the uniform on and tied a cute matching bow in her hair.

"Time to destroy some fucking losers," she purred nastily admiring herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe how delicious it felt to be an Alpha Girl.

Emerging from her room, Loren skipped easily down the stairs. Her body was light, flexible and elegant. She moved now with a dancers grace and weighed hardly anything. She enjoyed how young and strong her perfect body was. She couldn't wait to use it to fuck.

Yes... she needed to fuck. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She wanted a man and she wanted him today. After all, soon she wouldn't have the opportunity. It had to be today.

Bethany was sitting at the breakfast table eating a yoghurt. She looked incredible. Loren couldn't help but admire her Mom's massive tits and the tight dress that showed off every curve. Her Mom looked expensive, bitchy and mean. Loren was so proud to be her daughter.

"Loren darling, you look perfect as always. Come here and give me a kiss."

Loren walked over and Bethany embraced her daughter proudly. "Remember dear, anyone who gets in your way... destroy them. Fuck those losers up. I want you to be especially mean today."

"Yes Mom," giggled Loren.

"Eugh, here comes your USELESS sister," sighed Bethany as with a clumsy clatter, Bella tumbled down the stairs. Loren laughed, her face a mask of amusement as she regarded the clumsy unfeminine tomboy she had created. Bella was such a fucking loser.

That's your daughter... why are you so turned on destroying your own daughter. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Loren's lips twisted into a smile. Mmmmmh, just thinking about how wrong it was made her wet. What was happening to her? Why was she so fucking perverted? Was she becoming more evil as the countdown ticked away? Part of her hoped so...

"Mommy, isn't a shame you don't only have one daughter? Wouldn't you prefer it if I was the only feminine one in the house?"

"Of course I would my dear," purred Bethany. "It sickens me to see how useless your sister is. She's a disapointment to this family and to me. I'd do anything to take her femininity away from her."

Loren giggled as she pulled out her phone. "It's funny you should say that Mommy."

Bethany saw the phone in Loren's hands and her face widened with panic. "No... please... Loren, what are you going to do now?"

Loren laughed as she opened the Brat App and begun to push buttons. "You don't deserve to be a girl. Let's see how you prefer being my loser brother."

"NOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Bella as her body suddenly burned with fire. The power of the Brat App was transforming her again, only this time stealing what remained of her femininity and turning her into a boy. She sobbed and groaned as her very identity was twisted and destroyed, remade by Loren's malicious desires.

"Mmmmh that's so fucking hawt," groaned Loren as she watched in glee. Bethany sat uncaring as her real daughter was transformed and her former husband, became her only daughter. The Brat App was already adjusting her memories and perception so she would think things had always been this way.

Panting, Billy picked himself up off the floor. The spotty, clumsy nerd turned his now masculine hands over in horror and running to the window, caught sight of himself in a mirror. He was fully male now. He was a boy.

"There... isn't that better Billy? I've freed you from the burden of being a girl. This family only has room for one daughter and that's now me."

"You're a monster," gasped Billy. "I can't believe you used to be my Father. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can. Mmmmmh, because it feels so fucking good," leered Loren. She took a bite of toast and then casually threw the rest into the bin. She was a cheerleader, she didn't do breakfast.

"See you later loser - I need to get to school."

Billy watched as his sexy sister swayed out of the room laughing at the chaos she had caused.

***

Billy nervously pushed open the door to the school and walked into the hall. Rows of lockers covered the walls and students were going back and forth getting what they needed for the day.

Back when he had been a girl, Billy had a locker with his popular friends up at the top end... but now he was a scrawny loser things had changed.

Billy's locker was now a battered piece of shit at the bottom end. He was a nerd, a nobody... not like his popular sister.

Loren was at the other end of the hallway, her arms wrapped around Chet - the hottest boy at school. Chet was so fucking cool. He was rich, handsome, fit and successful. As he watched Loren drape herself over Chet, Billy felt a surge of rage and hatred. Chet was the boy he had a crush on and he had intended to get with him once he had used the brat app to make himself popular.

Much to his horror, Billy realised Loren had left his sexual preferences intact. Even though he was now male, he still was attracted to boys. Chet remained his dream hunk - only now he had no chance of ever getting him.

He couldn't believe what an evil fucking bitch Loren was. How had his own father become so mean?

What was going to happen next?

Billy didn't want to find out...

He watched as Loren and Chet approached and his heart sank. He had a feeling this was going to be bad...

[tamayakii]

a son for a son.

notes: I changed a thing or two of what happened in the show, basically putting Maelor in cause i still cant believe they didnt put him in it (same thing with Daeron) this can be read as a stand-alone fic or paired with the Their Angel series. pairings: Otto x reader (romantic), Helaena x reader (can be viewed as one sided or platonic) warnings: Otto & reader have a son, SPOILERS FOR HOTD S2;E1!!!

The candle light illuminates the room, flickering against the stone walls of your and Helaena’s chambers. You had moved into her living spaces the night that Aemond had come back from the Stormlands, a sick smirk upon his face as he waltz into the small council room.  

And when your husband had shown no remorse for your brother's actions, no sympathy for your dead nephew? You couldn’t stand to look at him, matter of fact, you couldn’t bear to look at anyone. The grief toppled upon the hatred you had towards everyone who had played a part in usurping your sister’s throne. 

The twins and Maelor were already asleep within their beds, and your own son blinks his big owl-ish eyes at you. He looked so much like his father, even at two years old, a little wisp of white tangled within his brown locks- almost emulating Otto’s salt and pepper hair.

“Why can’t I..?” Alerion fumbled over his words, tiny hands curling over the cotton blanket, trying to fight his heavy eyelids as they dropped low. Chuckling lightly as you brushed his hair aside, he was quite stubborn. Especially as bedtime neared and sleep hovered over him. “Because I said so, besides; don’t you want to play with your cousins on the morrow?” Your reasoning seemed to reach him, Alerion’s brown eyes slowly shutting as he murmured. Sighing, reaching around your back to unclasp your heavy necklaces, you couldn’t help but smile as your son unconsciously pulled the blanket closer. 

The recent days weighed heavily on you; the war was impending. With no word from Rhaenrya, Rhaenys and Meleys helping guard the gullet with the hundreds of Velaryon ships, war was going to burst like a bloated goat. 

Perhaps if you were more active in the small council, you would’ve stopped the rats that sat in those seats. Staring at the necklace as you set it down, dark jade glimmering in the light. Helaena’s soft reflection reflected in the deep sea of green. It hits the table with a soft thud.

As you hear steps incoming, you simply assumed it was Helaena. She always had a sense for when you were upset, coming to you like a doe, with her big purple eyes and soft face filled with worry. 

Or perhaps she came to take you to bed. Since your move, Helaena was delighted to have you close, and near-ordered that you sleep in the same bed, just as you did when she was a little girl. “Quiet! Quiet!” The voice made you turn around, and your gasp died in your throat. Fear laced through your veins like a snake coils around its prey, freezing your body like the north. 

A strange man holds a dagger to Helaena’s throat, her blood dripping over the steel. Her eyes were wide with fear. The man's eyes flicker over to you. “Move and I'll cut her throat.” He spits, slowly dragging the blade, causing more blood to leak. Nodding as the tears well in your eyes, heart beating against your rib cage. The blood roars in your ears like a thousand horses stampeding. 

Another man comes in, a bigger and scarier man, and your heart stops. 

“A son for a son.” His words were all muddled until he said those five words, a son for a son. Helaena offered her necklace to the men, trying to convince them to run off with its worth, but the bigger man snatched it from her. “It’s not a son.” He turns around and looks at the twins in their beds, sleeping ever so peacefully. Gently, you reached back for Alerion’s crib. Shaking hands gripping the wood with a grip tighter than death and yet you were too weak to fight these men off, in the past week and a half, you’ve neglected your meals within your grief and even if you didn’t, you’d sooner be dead on the stone floors of the Red Keep with your sons fate unknown. 

The men came to the realization that they did not know which twin was the boy, and for a brief moment you felt elated that perhaps they would give up their mission, but all hope vanished when Helaena pointed at Jaehaerys.

“Helaena..” You whisper, lips trembling and you can't help but feel bile come up your throat as the men storm to Jaehaerys, the bigger one covering his mouth, covering his scream. Helaena shakes as she makes a move to her daughter and youngest son, and you do the same.

As you hear the splatter of blood, a sob escapes your throat, your hands trembling as you hurriedly and carefully retrieve Alerion from his crib. Helaena runs out first, holding her children close to her and you’re not too long after her. 

Whilst Helaena makes a mad dash down the stairs, you run onward. Climbing up the other pair of stairs, Alerion stirs in your jumbling hold. Whining at the rude awakening and you try to shush him over your crying, 

“Shh.. shh.. Alerion,” The halls rushed past you as you ran, the skirt of your night-dress threatening to trip you. Only thoughts of protecting your own son ran through your frightened mind, fearing that perhaps he would be targeted too. 

The doors to Otto’s chambers slam open and a flurry of fabric and hair falls to the floor in sobs. The man looks at the sight bewildered, but soon he realizes it is you, his wife, that refused to look him in the eye. Surely, you had come to beg for forgiveness, having come to your senses. 

But as you look up at him, your son in your arms, cradling him like he was about to shatter- he knew something was wrong.

“They killed him.. They kill the boy!” 

[thecapricunt1616]

Daddy! Carmy on Fathers Day

Happy Fathers day everyone! I of course could not get Daddy Carmy out of my head today, so heres a drabble!!!

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

You’re woken up by the feeling of something small and firm poking your cheek, you opened your eyes to see your 4 year old son and his twin sister smiling big. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face and sit up, rubbing your eyes “Hey guys-” 

“Shhhh!” Ivy, your daughter pressed her fingers to her lips and hushed you, “Daddy’s sweepin- come mama” she whispered, but a child whisper that was more like just barely quieter than her regular talking voice. Thankfully, over the past year or so since the kids weren’t breastfeeding anymore and Carmy wasn’t carrying them back and forth from their bedroom to you in the night, he had become more accustomed to sleeping through more noise instead of waking and jumping to check on them at every little fuss. 

You nodded and sit up, stretching a bit before carefully taking off your covers and grabbing your bathrobe after sliding into your slippers and holding their hands as you went off to the living room. “You guys remember what today is mm?” you ask and Levi giggles 

“Thats why we woke you! We gotta make special breakfast for daddy and- and I’m gonna draw him a picture! Can you get my crayons mommy please please?” he asked and went to grab his construction paper pad he left at their little craft table. 

“And I’m gonna help you with daddys breakfast mommy we can do pretty sparkle pancakes we can use my glitter my special glitter from my birthday!” Ivy dragged her little cooking tower to the counter as Levi whizzed around grabbing glitters and glue sticks and colored pencils.

“Crayons, Mommy! Need’a special sparkle blue” he sat on his knees in front of the coffee table and pushed up the sleeves of his toy story pajamas. 

“Yes- yes yes cubs theres one mommy and two requests, please, patience” That was one thing about these two, no patience, and all the fire you could imagine for two tiny Berzatto children. You wished they could have gotten the patience from their father - but, instead they got their fiery passion and drive from you, and your husbands ‘I want the best, so I'll be the best and everyone will agree that I'm the best’ attitudes. 

Both of them were already in the talented and gifted program in their preschool, and they were both already reading and writing at least at a second or third grade level. This was simply because you had been determined from the moment they were born to do absolutely all of the head start childhood education you could with them, that you never got the opportunity for in your childhood that you had to pay for later.

“For you - no eating it with a spoon missy” you place the edible glitter down in front of her and she giggled. You had Carmy bring home some of the glitter from the restaurant for her birthday cupcakes last year (yes they both got their own cakes or cupcakes, the two of you agreed when you found out you were having twins they would always feel like their own person) and the day after, Carmy came into your bedroom and asked if you forgot to close the pantry as you were doing your eyeliner for a night out, you asked why and when his response was 

“Please look at your daughter” with an air of amusement to his tone, and you looked up to see him holding your hot pink metallic glitter mouthed babygirl, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Aw no! Thats all daddy- shes just a natural born taste tester huh?”  You smiled at the memory as you plop down the 164 massive pack of crayons that Levi had suckered Carmy into buying for him when they went to Target together. Carmy swore he just went into the store for a new phone charger, but Levi just had to see the craft section, and with his big blue puppy eyes he just couldn’t say no when he asked to get them so they could ‘color pictures together with Ivy and Mommy’ He often fell prey to Levi’s begging, and he was much worse with it than Ivy. 

It was likely because his dad was so hard on he and his siblings when they were younger, he had told you alot of stories about his dad while you were pregnant. It was likely because he was so afraid to turn out like him. But Carmy had become very proactive which is a big change from his 20’s. He used to put things off, especially hard things until he physically could not avoid them anymore - but since he had learned about your pregnancy he had started going to therapy consistently to work out his feelings at the very least and understand them so he wouldn’t make the same mistakes his father made with him.

“Thats right angel two eggs” you encourage as Ivy took another egg out of the carton and carefully tapped it on the counter like her dad had been teaching her basically since she had come home from the hospital. “Wow look at that huh- you been practicing with daddy without me?” you joked, kissing the side of her curly blonde hair sweetly and taking the shells to throw away.

“I been cracking them for daddy! I wanna learn how to do one hand like him” she said, carefully mixing together the batter with the child sized whisk you had gotten for her from her special drawer of cooking tools. When she was about two, Carmy had done a whole bunch of research into Montessori parenting, and how children when taught are way more capable of things then we give them credit for. He quickly started teaching them age appropriate things, and they even had a tiny little functioning fridge and sink at their height to prepare veggies and small things like bowls of cereal as he had taught them how to do those things by themself. Hopefully he said, by the time they were 7 or 8 they could safely use the stove, which it seemed like that was going to be the case because they were already able to use it fully safely while being supervised directly.

“An’ you gotta be careful mommy, ‘cause it’s hot you’ll get ouchie” she instructs as she holds her had a (very, likely overly cautious - but you preferred it that way) ways away from the pan that had the bubbling pancake batter in it, and drops 3 blueberries before clapping for herself with a proud smile and you do the same. “See! Good job!” she said happily and you rubbed her back gently 

“Thats right princess- a very good job! Mommy is gonna flip it now, okay, i’ll be super careful cause its hot right?” you repeat her words from earlier and she mutters a little ‘right’ as you flipped the pancakes over in the pan to reveal the perfect golden brown bottom. She always reminded you of her dad that way, getting all quiet and staring intently with her lip drawn between her teeth as she focused. 

“Mommy look! See thats Levi and thats Ivy and Mommy and Daddy and Auntie Sugar and Uncle Richie and Eva! And - and uncle Pete is at work I guess cause I forgot him- and here it says I love you daddy!” he shoves it in your hands and you take it gasping and smiling big at the colorful work.

“Wow baby!” You picked him up, holding him on your hip as you looked, “So pretty- daddy is gonna love this!” you kiss his cheek and set him back down and he took it, running off likely to make another picture and Ivy tugs your robe

“Mommy!! Take it off take it off!!” She said urgently and pointed. You grabbed the plate and the spatula, taking off the pancakes to reveal perfectly brown bottoms.  “See! All is well princess, now - how about some eggs for these pancakes, mm? You got out a bowl and a fork. It wasnt long until your pancake egg bacon coffee shindig had been assembled on a tray, as well as 2 pictures and a ‘Happy Fater Fathers Day Daddy We ❤ you!' Card.

You nudged open your bedroom door with your hip and your little carbon copies of your husband go racing in and jump on the bed, Ivy plops on Carmys chest and Levi snuggled into his side happily, ever the daddys boy, it was something that made Carmys heart melt since he never felt comfortable asking for love or attention from his own father, he was more then happy to give it to him.

He was up then, with a big bear yawn and a dramatic groan to make the kids laugh. "Do I know you two clowns? Honey- who let these little bedheads in our room?" he teases making them giggle harder.

"Its fathers day daddy! We made you breakfast!" Ivy said as if he could forget and he gasps

"You did?! No way whats on the menu this morning, Chef?" he kissed her cheek with a smooch before giving levi the same and they each snuggled into a side of him as he sat up, the comforter falling down to reveal a bare and much softer chest now, since fatherhood had definitely cut down on his free time that used to be spent at the gym. You loved it all the same, some days even more.

"Blueberry pancakes! Mommy helped and they have unicorn dust" she said and you smiled as you set the tray in his lap, taking your cup of coffee and sitting at his feet. His smile grew as he saw the drawings Levi made as well as the card.

"And what are these, mm?" he looks over at Levi and he smiled proudly and began going on a tangent to his dad about each little detail. Just simply because of the joy that came to your husband with being showered with all the love and attention he deserved -

Fathers Day was one of your favorite days of the year.

[callsign-dexter]

Babysitting Mishap

Summary: Nolan’s and Bailey's daughter is rushed to the hospital while her big brother, Henry, is watching her.

Pairings: John Nolan x Daughter!Reader, Bailey Nune x Daughter!Reader, John Nolan x Bailey Nune, Henry Nolan x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, hospitals

Accidents happen and everyone knows that. Some can be avoided and some can't. This accident couldn't have been avoided when your brother, Henry Nolan, had been watching you while he was in town, and your parents, Bailey Nune and John Nolan, were out at work. He didn't know how it happened or why but it did and he felt guilty about it but Bailey and Nolan told him not to because it could've happened to anyone. You should've listened to Henry but you being a stubborn 4-year-old didn't and now you were in the hospital as your parents were looking at the x-rays. It started out as a normal day but quickly turned south around late afternoon.

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Both of your parents had to go in early that morning due to some high-profile case that the police and fire station had to work together on. Your big brother, Henry, was in for a few weeks visiting so he had gladly said that he would watch you for the day and however long they needed to be gone. You had days where you wanted to sleep in and other days where you were up bright and early ready to go. This day it had been the bright and early option.

You had just started to sleep in your big girl bed, as you liked to call it, throughout the night. You knew to stay and play in your room if you were up early because you either were ready to go or would go back to sleep after a few minutes. For some reason, you thought it would be a good idea to get out of your room and 'try' to start breakfast for yourself. Bailey, Nolan, and Henry were all sound asleep when a crash coming from the kitchen woke them up and they all went rushing into the kitchen, Nolan with his gun and Henry with a baseball bat. You looked up alarmed at them. "Y/N, what are you doing?" Your dad asked and you looked at him like he was crazy as he put his gun on safety and away.

"Hungry." You said in the most matter in fact tone you could muster up.

"Why didn't you come and get us, Sweetie?" Bailey asked.

"Do it on my own." You said and everyone chuckled.

"Alright, Sis." Henry said as he put the bat down and went over and picked you up "Let's get you fed and cleaned up while Mom and Dad get ready for work." He said and you beamed up at him.

"Ok!" You said enthusiastically and then he turned you to Bailey and Nolan.

"You sure you got it?" Your dad asked and he nodded.

"Yup. Now go get ready. We got this covered." He said and the two parents nodded.

"Thank you." They both said.

"You're welcome. Now go." Henry said and ushered them out of the kitchen. It wasn't much longer until Bailey and Nolan were coming out of their room dressed and ready for the day, they would be switching into uniforms at work. When they came out they saw that you were cleaned up and sitting at the table with Henry, the mess had been cleaned up.

"You didn't have to clean it up. We would've." Bailey said as she walked over to the table and smoothed down your hair. Henry looked at her and shook his head.

"It wasn't that hard. Luckily nothing was broken and I threw the towels into the washing machine and started it." He said and Bailey and Nolan smiled.

"Well thank you. We appreciate that." He said coming over with two thermos' filled with coffee.

"You're welcome. Now you need to go before you both are late." Henry said. During all this, you had been perfectly content with the food sitting in front of you. Sure you were listening to them talk but one you had food and two they were talking 'grown-up stuff', something you came up with when you didn't understand something. Your dad looked down at his watch and his eyes bugged and you giggled.

"You're right. We will see both of you later tonight. Y/N be good for your brother and listen to him. Henry don't be afraid to get on her if she's not." You did said and Henry chuckled and smiled.

"He's right." Bailey said agreeing "We love you both and are planning on seeing you tonight." She added and you both nodded.

"We love you." They both said at the same time taking turns hugging you both. Your dad picked you up and you protested at first but you loved being in his arms. Everyone walked to the door.

"We love you too." Henry said and you nodded already you were looking sleepy and they took notice of this as you laid your head on his shoulder.

"I don't think she's going to be awake too much longer." Bailey chuckled and smiled.

"I think you're right." Nolan said. "Alright we have to go." He said and handed you over to Henry who gladly took you. You snuggled into him as your eyes started to close.

"Go. Be safe. We love you. I'll call you if we need anything or if something happens." Henry said as he was ushering them out the door. When he finally got them out the door after they kissed her head you were asleep. Henry could tell by how even and slow your breathing was. "I knew you wouldn't last long." He chuckled and then headed to put you back into bed and once securely tucked in he went and picked up from breakfast. Around 10 AM you were awake and calling out for Henry who rushed to your room immediately. "Hey there, Sis." He said and you looked at him and made the motion that you wanted to be picked up and he gladly granted it.

"Nemo." You said and he chuckled.

"You want to watch Finding Nemo?" He asked and you nodded enthusiastically.

"Uh-huh. Nemo is my favorite." You said as he sat you on the couch and turned on the TV. He went to Disney+ and cued up Finding Nemo once you were settled he started to do some work around the house and on his computer, you were still in his line of sight and hearing distance. You had stayed put while the movie was on and when that went off you wanted The Lion King and he happily put it on while he started lunch. He could still see you so when you started jumping on the couch he was quick to let you know.

"Y/N no jumping on the couch." He said sternly and you looked at him and nodded and sat down. He continued making lunch and he just so happened to look up and saw you standing up and once again jumping and he sighed. "Y/N/N what did I say about jumping on the couch?" He asked sternly and you looked back at him.

"Not to." You said looking down and sitting down. He grabbed the now-finished sandwiches and brought them into the living room.

"I'm not trying to be mean. I just want you to stay safe. Ok?" He asked and you nodded.

"Ok. I'm sorry." You said and he smiled softly and he sat the food down.

"Come here." He said and opened his arms and you did so. "I love you. I just don't want anything happening to you." He added and you nodded.

"I love you too." You said and he kissed your head.

"Wanna watch the rest of the movie while we eat?" He asked and nodded.

"Please." You said and he chuckled.

"You got it, Sis." He said and then got the food and you both began to eat while you were seated in his lap and watched The Lion King. Jumping on the couch and the discipline long forgotten at least to you.

It was now 3 PM and you had been through at least 3 movies, several snacks, and lunch. Now the both of you were in the backyard playing on the swing set that you had gotten not too long ago. "Henry, swing." You said and he smiled.

"You want me to push you on the swing?" He asked

"Yea." You said and he nodded.

"Ok then, let's go." He said and you two headed to the swing. You buckled you in and started to push you. You giggled and laughed especially when he would go in front of you and then rush to get behind you, you just thought that was the funniest thing in the world. He pushed you for a few minutes until you wanted to slide. You slid down the slide a few times and then you decided to jump off the slide and he was not happy. "Absolutely not. That is not safe. We don't jump off the slide." He said and you looked at him and nodded.

"I sorry." You said and he nodded.

"It's ok just don't do it again. Do you want a snack?" He asked and you nodded.

"Goldfish." You said and he nodded and picked you up and headed back into the house. Henry sat you in front of the TV and turned on some kid's YouTube videos while he got your snack ready. He looked down for a second and that's when you decided to jump on the couch but you lost your footing and went tumbling down. He looked up right in time as he heard you shriek. It was like everything was in slow motion and he was running in slow motion. He dropped whatever he was doing he ran to you but you had already fallen, he had watched you hit your head and your arm bent at an odd angle. He and you looked at each other until you let out a cry and he was quick to pick you up and hold you, making sure to cradle your head.

"I told you no jumping on the couch." He said but you just continued to sob and cry out in pain. "Alright, we're going to the hospital." He said and off you both went. You were still sobbing and crying. He also decided to try and call Nolan and Bailey but no answer so he called Wade Grey.

"Henry? Everything ok?" Grey asked him.

"No. Is Bailey or my dad near you? I can't get ahold of them." Henry asked

"Uh yea they are. We're at a scene together." Grey said "Is everything ok?" He asked again.

"Can you tell them on the way to the hospital with Y/N? She was jumping on the couch and I told her not to. She hit her head and fell on her arm at an awkward angle, I think it's broken." He said keeping calm and then Grey heard you cry out in the background.

"Yes of course I'll tell them. You be safe getting to the hospital." He said

"We will be and thank you." Henry said and then hung up the phone.

Henry reached the hospital and pulled up and then quickly got out and carefully getting you and rushing in. He ran to the front desk "My name is Henry Nolan and this is my sister Y/N Nolan she fell off the couch and hit her head and I think she broke her arm." He quickly told the receptionist and she was quick to jump into action. She had him set you on a gurney and then you were being pushed into away and he was given paperwork to fill out. Now he had to wait for your guy's dad and Bailey.

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Grey had just gotten off the phone and rushed to Bailey and Nolan. They were talking with Celina, Aaron, Lucy, and Tim. "Nolan and Bailey you need to get to the hospital." He said

"Is everything ok?" Nolan asked being confused as everyone else.

"No, Henry just called because he couldn't get ahold of the two of you. He said Y/N was jumping on the couch and he told her not to and she fell and his her head. He also said that she fell on arm at an awkward angle." He said. Bailey and Nolan's face drained of color.

"Oh my gosh." Lucy said

"You two go. Take the shop and use the sirens. Tim will be taking over as TO for Celina." Grey said and they nodded and Bailey and Nolan were rushing to the shop and rushing to the hospital.

The two of them arrived in record time and parked out of the way in the emergency lane. They rushed in and into the waiting room and that is where they found Henry sitting nervously bouncing his leg up and down. He had done the paperwork and given it to them and now he was just sitting and waiting. "Henry." Nolan said and he looked up and saw him and Bailey and sighed in relief.

"I'm so sorry." He said when they reached him and sat down in front of him "I told her not to and she didn't listen and now we are here." He added.

"It is ok. Accidents happen. You told her not to and she did it anyways. She's just like her mother." Nolan said trying to make it light and it had worked.

"Hey." Bailey said and they chuckled.

"Did they say anything?" Nolan asked and Henry shook his head.

"No." Henry answered and they nodded and just then the doctor came out.

"I'm Dr. Lench. You two must be the parents." He said and they nodded.

"I'm John Nolan and this is Bailey Nune." Nolan said and the doctor nodded.

"Well good news is that when she hit her head it didn't injure her or give her a concussion. However she did break her arm and will need surgery to get it fixed and casted." Dr. Lench said and they nodded.

"How bad is the break?" Bailey asked

"It is fractured bad enough that she will need surgery." Dr. Lench said and they nodded their head taking everything in. "You three are more than welcome to see her now. She's sleeping currently and we gave her some pain meds." He added and then started to lead the way. It was a quick trip to your room in the children's ward. "Call if anything happens or you need anything. We have a temporary cast on her until we can get her into surgery." He said.

"When do you think that will be?" Henry asked and the doctor smiled.

"Hopefully soon. We'll keep you informed." He said and then his pager went off and he smiled "I need to take this." He said everyone nodded and now it was just them three and you in the room. Nobody dared to say a word.

"I really did tell her to stop." Henry said

"We know. We know she is stubborn. It is not your fault." Bailey said and he nodded but he still felt guilty. Who wouldn't? They waited for what seemed like hours but it was just a few minutes and you were waking up.

"Mommy? Daddy?" You ask seeing them and they smile softly at you.

"Hi, Sweetie." Bailey says.

"You're ok." Nolan says.

"Hurts." You say in a whining tone.

"We know, Baby. It's going to be ok." Nolan said

"Henry?" You ask and he walked up to you.

"I'm right here, Sis." He said

"I'm sorry." You said eyes slipping closed tiredly and everyone smiled.

"It's ok, Sis. I promise." He said and then you nodded and were out like a light. Bailey, Nolan, and Henry all stayed close by. The room was silent besides your heart monitor beeping steadily. They were so focused on you that they jumped when there was a knock on the door. They looked up and saw it was Celina and Tim.

"Hey, how is she doing?" Tim asked holding Nolan's bag.

"She's sleeping. She doesn't have a concussion but will need surgery to fix her broken arm." Nolan said

"That must be so hard for her and you guys." Celina said and they nodded.

"I brought your bag for you to change. Grey and I agreed that you're taking the rest of the day off. Bailey your captain said to give you the rest of the day off too." Tim said and handed Nolan his bag.

"Thank you guys." Nolan said and Tim nodded.

"You focus on getting that little girl better." Tim said and they nodded and then they had to leave.

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You slept most of the time while you were in the hospital. Your mom and dad took turns cuddling with you in the bed and Henry stayed close getting anything anybody needed. Nurses were in and out checking in on you and then the date for your surgery was set. Everyone was nervous but they treated you with such care that Bailey, Nolan, and Henry weren't so nervous. They waited for a total of 2 hours before Dr. Lench was coming out telling them it was a success and that everything was good to go.

The three family members walked into your room and your were up and talking with the nurses. "We put a temporary cast on her for now to let the swelling go down and to make sure nothing is wrong. We'll keep her for a few days until then. She can sleep whenever she wants. You can also lay in bed with her just be mindful of the wires and her arm." He said and everyone nodded and then he was letting the four of you be.

"Hi, Sweetie." Bailey said and you smiled.

"Hi momma." You said tiredly.

"How you feeling?" Nolan asked

"Tired." You said and yawned and they chuckled.

"You can sleep, Sis. We'll be right here when you wake up." Henry said and you nodded and got comfortable and cuddled a white stuffed animal that was a dog that they had given you. Nolan sent out a text to everyone letting them know you were ok and sent a picture of you sleeping. "I'm going to get some food anybody want any?" He asked and Bailey and Nolan nodded.

"Please." Bailey said and Henry was walking out of the room.

"Daddy cuddle." You said sleepily and he chuckled and agreed and got in bed with you. You cuddled into his side and fell asleep in no time. Bailey smiled and snapped a few pictures and sent them out.

"Everything is going to be ok." Nolan said startling her.

"It's just scary." She said

"I know but she's still here and all she got out of it was a bump on the head and broken arm. She'll be back to our spunky little girl in no time." He said and she nodded.

"I believe you." She said

"Nothing is going to take our little girl away from us anytime soon." He said and she nodded and scooted closer to the two of you. Henry came back with food and drinks. He gave them out and then took his seat next to Bailey. Small talk was made but it was in low voices to keep from waking you up.

You were ok and that was all that mattered to them. You may have a broken arm but if that is the only thing you had gotten out of this experience then everything was good to go. When you were awake everyone came by and visited and you got a lot of gifts.

When you finally got to go home you got a pretty blue and red cast. Everyone was more cautious of everything you did and you really didn't mind. You also got to have all the snacks in the world especially when you had to take your medicine. You did learn to listen to your brother and not to jump on the couch anymore.

Overall it was a learning experience for you. An experience you didn't want to happen again. Never again will you be jumping on the couch or your bed again. Well at least until you got older but you would know better then.... hopefully.

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Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister : Jealousy & Sibling War

A/N : 🚨 Smut ahead, don’t read if you’re not 18+

Huge shout out and thanks to my bestieeee @harlowcomehome for motivating me and helping me out.

Urban was mad to say the least.

Watching you be all smiles and giggles with another man was having him see red. He didn’t want to make a scene at Jack’s event but he couldn’t help it any longer. The longer he watches you, he feels his insides boiling and doesn't know how to control it.

“Are you okay over there?” Jack chuckles.

“What?” Urban glares.

“You’re crushing that red cup, what’s up?” Jack asks him.

He scoffs and points towards you- “That” Urban takes a quick sip from his plastic cup. “Your sister is flirting with that suit guy.”

Jack looks to where he’s pointing and chuckles “Oh that.”

“Oh?” Urban’s eyebrows immediately raise. “What oh?”

Jack shrugs “He donated tonight.”

“That’s cool.” He says, confused.

“And he had a fling with my sister.” Jack takes a sip from his water, smiling a little bit. “They were in love once, and I’m pretty sure he was going to propose.”

Urban then takes another glare towards your direction, he sees the man brush a strand of your hair away from your face, sees you blushing and smiling. That’s enough for him.

He hands his cup to Jack “That’s it”

“Don’t do that.” Jack chuckles.

Urban didn’t respond to his best friend, he didn’t have it in him anymore to wait and see if you’d push the guy away eventually. All he knew is that some dude was making his girl smile and blush.

The guy in the suit spots Urban immediately and nods at him but all Urban does is glare at him and then faces his glare at you.

“Can we talk?”

You’re confused as to what has made him mad. “You okay?”

“I just need to talk to you about something.” You take notice of the way his nose is flaring, his lips puckered to the side, and his hands in a fist, definitely the signs of him ready to go off.

“Uh-“ you start

“It’s okay, go, I’m sure it’s important.” The gentleman you were talking to says.

You nod and smile “Thank you.” You face Urban and grab his hand, ready to walk away.

“I have your number, we’ll catch up later and come up with some dates you’re free.” The man says without hesitation.

That has Urban pulling away from you. “Actually.”

“Urb.” You warn.

“Why do you have her number? And why would you catch up?”

The guy looks between Urban and you, “I’m sorry I’m confused. Are you one of the brothers she won’t stop bragging about?” He jokes.

“Ha. Fucking funny.” He glares at you then back at the guy. “I’m her boyfriend.”

The guy goes eyes wide. “My apologies, she didn’t mention a boyfriend.”

You cough and decide it’s time to step in. “Matt, if you’d excuse us I need to speak with my boyfriend.”

You pull Urban by his elbow towards the back of the venue and into a storage room away from the guests. “What’s going on with you? I was working.”

Urban scoffs, leaning against the wall of the little room you walked into. “It seemed like you were flirting with your ex boy toy.”

“I wasn’t flirting- wait my ex boy toy? What are you even talking about?” You ask him confused.

Urban rolls his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “You and that guy used to sleep around huh?”

You immediately get mad, “I barely know the guy, I just met him.”

“Yeah okay.”

“Urb, I will kick you in the balls.” You sigh “I don’t know him.” You shrug. “You really think I’d be openly flirting with an ex of mine?”

“If that’s true then why’d you let him get familiar? He was brushing your hair away, making you smile, you even rubbed his arm, so explain that.”

“Yes he did all of that but it wasn’t flirtatious in any way. He was asking me about my dress and he asked if I would be interested in promoting his brand.”

“I still see no reason for why he’d have to get touchy.” Urban shrugs, pulling a chair and sitting down. His legs wide open.

“Baby.” You start and make your way towards him. “He plays for the other team.” You place both your hands on his thighs and lower yourself down to your knees in front of him

You brush your hands up and down his thighs. “You’re my man” you look up to him.

“Yeah?” Urban’s hand goes to touch your cheek, and down your jaw.”

“Hmm” you lick your lips. “Was my man jealous?” You peck his wrist.

He scoffs, sits up and grabs your waist and sits you down on his lap, making sure you’re comfortable straddling him. . “You think it’s funny?”

You wrap both hands around his neck and grind on him. “Never, I just like when you get all angry.”

You slowly started to leave a trail of wet kisses down his neck, changing your pace quickly as you started to nibble on it.

You spoke in a soft tone, knowing how it affected him. “Makes it all the more fun.”

You pulled back to make eye contact with him, noticing the way his pupils dilated, a sign of him ready to lose it.

“Want me to show you just how well I can take care of my man?”

“Y/N, don’t play.” He groans, barely fighting back. “I’m still mad.”

You started to smile and slowly start nibbling at his neck some more. Immediately you see a vein on his neck protruding so you give it a long slow lick, you can taste his sweat mixed with his musky cologne.

Your hands go to brush his hair back and bite at his earlobe, “I’m about to show you how well I take care of my man.” You whisper to him and go back down on your knees.

You quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans, as he leans back, shuffling to let you pull his boxers down too.

“Oh? Did you change your mind? Now you want me to show you?” You smirk, eyebrows raised.

“Please, I can’t take it” he spoke weakly between breaths as you pulled his boxers down to his ankles, spreading his thighs apart as you started to play with him.

“Admit you were jealous” you mumbled as you licked the pre-cum from the tip slowly.

“I was- I was jealous” he panted, “you’re my girl. I hate seeing you even look at another dude.”

You knew that was hard for him to admit, and immediately took him into your mouth starting slowly knowing it would drive him crazy as he bucked into your throat.

“Babe!” You coughed, before sitting back.

“I’m sorry, I can’t handle that slow shit” his words started to run together and you knew he was slowly losing control.

You started again, faster this time as he grabbed a handful of your hair. He was as careful as he could be and you knew he wasn’t going to last long as his thrusts into you got sloppier and sloppier.

You suddenly stopped, the look in his eyes was fearful and his pupils were blown. “What are you doing?”

“Apologize” you spoke venomously. “You should know I’d never do anything to jeopardize what we have Urb.”

“Baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so sorry but please-“ before he could finish panicking, your mouth was already wrapped around him once more, it didn’t take long for him to cum. You swallowed as much as you could, wiping what had seeped out of the sides.

“I fucked up your lipstick”’Urban smiled mischievously making you laugh out loud.

He helps you up and helps fix up your smudged makeup. “Well that wasn’t in my plans.”

“Oh it wasn’t?” You ask, smirking.

“I mean it was but not like that, I still need an explanation.”

You nod. “He knows I do social media, he stopped to ask if I would wear some stuff from his new line. I jokingly asked if that was his way of flirting with me.” You shrug “He was way too forward so I did think he was hitting on me, until he told me he was gay.”

Urban then raises his eyebrows, “So that gave you an opening to brush his arm and let him touch you?”

“Babe, it was just innocent, it felt like I’ve known him for years and we were just talking about random stuff.”

He raises his eyebrows “Then why did your brother tell me he was your hookup?”

You’re confused “Wait huh? Which brother?”

“Jack-“ you don’t even let Urban finish his sentence, you throw the door open. “Babe, wait where are you going?” Urban follows after you.

“I’m about to drop kick his ass.” You’re speed walking down the hallway and into the main room. “The fact that you even believed him.”

“Hey I was mad that another man was making you blush and all giggly.” He shrugs.

You spot Jack immediately, he was talking to Copelan, Sunni and Clay. “You little shit.” You snap

They all look confused but Jack looks smug and happy with himself. “What’s wrong little sis?”

He goes to take a sip from his drink and you smack it off his hands, let it fall to the ground. “Y/N”

“Shut it Clayborn.” You glare at your other brother.

“Oh no.” Sunni whispers.

“She’s pissed pissed.” Cope adds.

You glare at everyone, then face your brother “Why the hell did you tell Urban I slept with that guy who donated?”

He shrugs “What guy? Plenty of guys donated tonight.”

You roll your eyes “You know which guy, quit playing stupid.”

Jack chuckles “it was a little joke, laugh a little.”

Urban starts getting annoyed and mad, “Dude, a joke? You-“

You cut him off “Jackman, I know why you’re doing it and it’s childish for you to even be doing that.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You smile, “It’s okay, continue with the petty tantrum. Continue to ban me from your shows, continue telling Urban all about the things I did when I was single.” You point to his chest “That’s just going to make me want to be with him even more.”

Jack rolls his eyes “You might, but what about him huh?. Don’t you think he’ll eventually get tired of you? Have you ever questioned why he’s never had a serious relationship?”

“Dude.” Urban starts “Don’t start stirring the pot.”

“No, it’s okay Urb.” You turn to face your boyfriend and smile, then turn to glare at your brother “He’s just mad that neither of us puts his needs above ours anymore. He’s mad because we’re actually happy together. It sucks, it really does, that you’re not one bit remorseful about the things you’ve been doing to get us to break up, but I’ll tell you one thing, whatever you plan next, just know it’ll never work. I’ve been in love with him since we were kids, I’m not going anywhere.” With that you walk away and walk out of the building.

The cold air takes you by surprise, so you wrap your arms around yourself.

It’s been six months since your brothers found out Urban and you were in a relationship.

Six months that Jack pushed you away.

Six months that Jack has been doing everything and anything in his power to come between you two, but luckily nothing has worked. Like you told your brother, you’ve been in love with Urban since the very first time you laid eyes on him, letting him go is not in your plans anymore.

You’ve held back, you’ve put Jack’s feelings above yours and didn’t want to do the one thing he prohibited you from doing, but like your mother says, “When you tell me no, I’ll work around and find hundred ways to yes”

“You okay baby?” Urban’s voice and hands around your hips break you out of your mind.

You nod “Y-yeah.”

He smiles at you sadly “He’s an ass.”

You nod “He’s my brother and your best friend.”

“Yes he is, but he needs time.”

“He’s had six months.” You exclaim

Urban shrugs “He copes differently. Let’s not hold it against him.”

“I never do, but he’s killing the best version I had of him. He’s always protected me, he’s been my rock and my role model for so long that him being against me, over our relationship, it breaks my heart. I never thought he’d be the one to make me doubt everything.” You finally confess.

Urban takes in a deep breath, no matter how strong and independent you are, he knows deep down that this little sibling rivalry is taking a toll on you. “I know baby, and no matter how much I want to kick his ass for it, we just have to give him more time. I promise you, he’ll come to his senses soon.”

“What if he doesn’t?” You whisper “what if he hates me forever?”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

You look up at Urban “Were you not there last week? He said if he had a real blood related sister that she wouldn’t betray him like I did. He definitely hates me.”

Urban pulls you in close “That’s his anger and stubbornness speaking, you two are the same in that aspect.”

You hug your boyfriend tight and lay your head on his chest. He’s rubbing your back and hugging you. “Urb, I don’t think I can handle another hurtful comment from him. His words have been ugly lately and there’s so much I can take.”

“You won’t have to baby, I’ll make sure he stays away until he’s ready to grow up.” Urban says, glaring at the little fly standing by the entrance of the building.

Little did you know that the little fly overheard everything you just said. The little fly was broken that you were close to breaking down.

All that little fly knows is that he needs to make things right with his baby sister before it’s too late.

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April 16, 2024

Lucia turned over in bed and leaned closer to her warm pillow, she blinked sleepily realizing her pillow was not a pillow but her now boyfriend.

Lucia has never cuddled with someone who wasn’t her family and it was oddly comforting or maybe that was the comfort that John gave her.

“Good morning love.” John mumbled with his morning voice, he gently played with her blonde hair that was extremely messy from sleeping.

John had woken up a little bit before her and just spent to time admiring his new girlfriend and enjoying being able to see another side of her.

Lucia blushed bright red hearing him call her love and buried her head deeper against his side, she mumbled a morning back but didn’t lift her head up.

John smiled softly twirling her hair around his fingers.

“Was that to much last night?” John softly spoke, he didn’t want to go too fast or do something that would make her uncomfortable and he knew communication was important for them both in their relationship.

Lucia looked up resting her chin on his chest looking at his earnest eyes and shook her head fondly, “No it was perfect.” Lucia swallowed slightly at the vulnerability that she was showing but she pushed down the discomfort and reminded herself that she trusts John and John is not Mackie.

Truthfully last night was perfect for Lucia and she enjoyed falling asleep in John’s arm and staying in his warm embrace all night, something she had never done with a boy before and actually enjoyed it.

“Ok. You tell me if it isn’t okay.” John looked relieved as Lucia nodded in agreement and he gently leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Do you want me to go pick up breakfast at our place?” John questioned after a little while of comfortables silence.

John and Lucia found a little cafe that was right between their two apartments and have spent many early mornings or late nights eating there together.

“I could go with?” Lucia offered not wanting to make John go get breakfast alone even though she wanted nothing more than to stay in her warm bed.

“Tsk tsk my love, that’s not what i asked.” John playfully pinched her side making her chuckle and squirm away, “Do you want me to go pick up food?” John questioned again.

“Please.” Lucia reluctantly replied making John smile satisfied.

He pressed one more gentle kiss on her forehead before gently shifting out of bed, he grabbed his phone and wallet and slipped it into his pocket and threw his hoodie back on.

“I’ll be back soon.” John promised leaning down pecking her lips and sending her one more smile before walking out of her room running a hand through his messy curls.

Lucia flopped back on her bed letting out a content sigh and tracing her lips softly, everything she feels for John was nothing she ever felt before.

Her phone started buzzing and she shifted over grabbing her phone seeing her brothers face timing her, she clicked accept and saw both Quinn and Jack already on the call.

“Mooooeesyyyyyy!” Jack loudly cheered the second his baby sister joined the sibling facetime, he was sitting out on a lawn chair on their dock in Michigan.

Quinn was sitting on his couch in Vancouver and smiled softly at his sister, who looked like she just woke up which wouldn’t surprise Quinn if she did.

“Rowdy.” Lucia greeted with a surprisingly happy smile making her brother immediately share a suspicious look since Lucia is never happy nor smiley in the morning.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jack narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his sister.

“What?” Lucia questioned genuinely confused and yawned as she sat up leaning against the headboard.

“That’s why.” Quinn smirked noticing immediately.

“What?” Jack now looked just as confused.

“Nice shirt you are wearing Moosey.” Quinn smugly smirked, he noticed once she sat up leaning on her headboard she was wearing a devils shirt that didn’t have her number but John’s.

Lucia blinked realizing she was wearing John’s shirt that he had on under his hoodie yesterday when he came over and she blushed just slighty but enough to see light pink dusted across her cheeks.

Jack gasped as he saw the number six and immediately knew whose shirt that was, “Johnny’s over!!?!?!!” Jack looked half excited and half protective over the idea that John was at their apartment.

Jack had noticed eventually after some help from Nico the looks and small touches between John and Lucia and figured out that John definitely had feelings for her and Jack knew Lucia felt something for him.

So of course Jack immediately told Quinn and they both have been hoping that Lucia and John would get together, they didn’t ask about John to Lucia knowing if they push her she will close off completely.

Jack was iffy about the idea of John being with his sister but once he saw how John respects Lucia, Jack couldn’t be iffy any longer because all he wants his sister to be treated and respected the way she deserves.

Quinn knows John less than Jack but from the few times he has spent with John he knew that John was a perfect guy for his sister.

“He came over last night after the game.” Lucia simply explained trying not to blush anymore and cursing John for always making her blush so easily.

“Did he?” Quinn raised an eyebrow and noticed a small blush on his little sister face and pressed his lips together to hide his delighted smile, “Why did he come over?”

Lucia fondly rolled her eye, “He wanted to ask me to be his partner.” Lucia avoided looking at the phone screen.

“And you said yes right!” Jack urged looking happy for her.

“Yeah.” Lucia nodded smiling slightly remembering how John asked her.

“Good.” Quinn smiled satisfied glad his sister is letting herself find love.

“You approve?” Lucia looked a bit confused that they both looked happy and surprised they weren’t being more protective.

“He makes you happy Moose. He’s a good guy.” Jack smiled reassuring her, if he had to see his sister date anyone he’s glad it’s going to be John.

“So yes we most definitely approve of him.” Quinn smiled softly at his sister.

“Cool.” Lucia nodded looking slighty relieved.

“I’ve got to get going but i love you both.” Quinn smiled sadly as he said his goodbyes to his little siblings.

“Bye love you guys.” Jack smiled sadly as well waving at the camera.

Lucia waved not saying anything and exited the call and tossed her phone back onto her nightstand and curled back under her blankets on the side John layed all night and waited for John to come back.

[theboywithburninghands]

Oh boy, who’s ready for more Arranged Marriage? No I mean seriously, I hope you’re ready. I’ve been planning this chapter for a while, at least one part. I hope it’s up to snuff, enjoy! @fernstarsblog

T/W: Implied homophobia, drug use, era-appropriate sexism

Primum Peccatum Ch. 11: She Gave Me Sleeping Powder

“Pomni, eccoti qua! The tailor got here half an hour ago, where have you been?”

Mirella hurried across the foyer as soon as her daughter entered the Shutnyk Estate. Pomni scarcely managed to get the door shut and locked before Mirella began to fiddle with Pomni’s hair.

“Good morning to you too, mother.” Pomni drawled.

“Darling, when was the last time you washed your hair..?” Mirella fussed.

“Yesterday afternoon, Zooble can attest to it. Before you ask, I was visiting Sister Ragatha and Miss Gangle.” Pomni twitched an eye and moved her head away from her mother’s hands. “Mother, please stop that.”

“I’m sorry, piccola, I simply want everything perfect for today. I think you’ll be delighted by the dress I picked out for you!” Mirella clasped her hands together and beamed.

“If you managed to select one that isn’t an affront to fashion, that is,” Pomni replied tartly. She told her mother five days ago and in no uncertain terms that she wanted a dress without any frills, in the figurative and literal sense. Pomni warned Mirella that if she tried to force her into a gown that made her resemble some kind of albino peacock, she would set the manor ablaze.

“Oh, pish-posh, just wait until you see it! I had the tailor bring along a facsimile for us! You can make any changes you like, it is your wedding after all!”

Pomni chewed her lower lip to keep from blurting anything out. Her wedding? Ha. This had been entirely her parents’ wedding since the outset. It just happened to involve her.

A few dividers were set up in the northwest corner of the dining room, Vladimir seated at the head of the table with the newspaper. Zooble stood off unobtrusively in the corner, hand and claw behind their back. They gave a slight nod to Pomni as she passed.

“Ah, the paper is here. Has the post arrived as well?” Pomni asked, trying to remain inconspicuous.

Vladimir looked up from the paper with a raised eyebrow. “It has. Were you expecting something, Pomni?”

“Yes, I… subscribed to another literary journal, I was expecting it today…” Pomni said, looking down. A lack of eye contact would have betrayed suspicion, but Pomni already abhorred locking eyes, so her gazing at the floor was hardly atypical.

“Eyes up darling, the tailor has everything prepared,” Vladimir said.

From behind the dividers, a fellow with an appearance like Pomni had never seen before stepped out. He was the shape of an alligator, but his body appeared to be composed of some sort of jelly, slightly transparent lime-green and yellow with a white underside traveling up the length of his jaw. He wore an impeccably tailored navy blue suit with a red pocket kerchief. He bowed politely.

“This is Mr. Gummigoo, Pomni!” Mirella said. “He’s half-shapefolk, half-beastfolk, isn’t that interesting? You so rarely see such a combination around New Hirnantia.”

“G’day, Miss,” he said. His accent marked him as from The Elsewhere Isles of New Hirnantia.

The Elsewhere Isles were an archipelago of around 75 islands off the southern coast of New Hirnantia that human settlers explored centuries ago. While some of the islands were uninhabitable deserts or jungles dense enough to keep even the most intrepid explorers away, the largest island, Lulilaloo, was a more temperate island populated by a race of beastfolk. There was, of course, a war for the land and resources. However, the beastfolk of the island proved themselves quite advanced, having discovered how to make explosives and crude metal through their millenia of alchemical research. As such, the New Hirnantian army only managed to colonize roughly half the island before exhausting their budget and manpower. The prime minister had no choice but to sign a ceasefire with the leader of Lulilaloo’s beastfolk tribes that prevented humans from encroaching any further on the island, but tensions remain high on both sides to this day.

“How do you do, sir?” Pomni curtsied.

“Mr. Gummigoo is a renowned tailor throughout the world, Pomni!” Mirella exclaimed. “You have no idea the strings your father had to pull to commission him for your dress.”

“I hope this isn’t too inconvenient for you, sir.” Pomni said.

“Pomni, eyes up and on our guest,” Vladimir chided.

Gummigoo held up a hand. “It’s no issue, Mr. Shutnyk. Miss Shutnyk, would you like to see your dress?” he asked.

“I would, yes. Thank you.” Pomni replied, keeping her eyes down.

Mirella made a delighted noise, causing her daughter to flinch.

“Right this way, please,” Mr. Gummigoo said, leading Pomni to the dividers. “I took your requests for simplicity to heart, but your mother was adamant I include a bit of flourish in the design.”

“To nobody’s surprise,” Pomni muttered.

“Indeed,” Mr. Gummigoo said, a laugh on the edge of his voice. “But, I believe I’ve reached a happy medium. Now, please keep in mind, dear, that this is just a facsimile. I’ll prepare the actual dress for you when I have your measurements and your complete approval.”

Gummigoo smiled and pulled away one of the dividers. A mannequin, headless and legless, stood on a wooden stand behind it, clad in a dress.

Pomni walked a bit closer. She knew next to nothing about dresses, as fashion didn’t interest her, so she hadn’t the slightest idea of the fabric, although one material was abundantly clear. The lower half of the gown was decorated with white feathers. Beginning with just a few solitary wisps, they gradually thickened to cover the entire bottom half of the dress. Pomni touched it. It was pleasantly soft.

“Pomni, ask before you touch,” Mirella scolded.

“There’s no issue, Mrs. Shutnyk. It’s just a facsimile. And it is going to be her dress, after all.” Mr. Gummigoo replied.

She looked at the top half of the dress. It was patterned with small, modest white pearls of fabric, lacking sleeves or shoulders. There wasn’t anything else. No unnecessary ruffles or bands or tassels. It was…

“…It’s very nice.” Pomni said after a moment. She looked at Mr. Gummigoo with a small but earnest smile. “It’s… I quite like it.”

Mirella clapped her hands in delight as Mr. Gummigoo gave a satisfied nod.

“I knew you would like it, piccola, I just knew it! You’re an artisan, Mr. Gummigoo!”

Gummigoo raised a hand modestly. “It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Shutnyk. Now, may I have a few moments with your daughter? I still need to do her measurements.”

“Of course, of course! Oh, I’m so thrilled Pomni!” Mirella threw her arms around her daughter, who managed one hand on her back in return. “Very well, come along Vladimir, let’s allow Mr. Gummigoo to work his magic!”

Vladimir folded up his paper and scoffed. “Magic, indeed. For the amount of crowns I’ve given that gentleman, those feathers should come from a pegasus…”

The two of them left the room, Zooble following suit after a moment.

“Now, it's my understanding that you dislike being touched.” Mr. Gummigoo said.

“That’s correct.” Pomni replied.

“Shouldn’t be an issue, if you don’t mind holding my tape measure. Can you please hold out your arms?”

Pomni did so, Mr. Gummigoo unraveling a whip of measuring tape and looping it around her torso.

“Put your hand here if you don’t mind,” he gestured to a spot on her side where the tape intersected. Pomni put her palm over the tape, Mr. Gummigoo making some notes in a ledger with a fountain pen.

“Mr. Gummigoo, may I ask you a question? It isn’t about my dress.” Pomni said.

“Certainly, although I’m afraid I don’t have much expertise in subjects outside of tailoring.” he replied. He adjusted the tape measure around her hips.

“...How many women have you done this for?” she asked.

“Hm… going on 300 now, I believe.” he said, motioning for Pomni to hold the tape while he made another note in his ledger.

“300, gracious,” Pomni said. “Well, another query, if you don’t mind. Out of those women.. How many of them were happy to be married?”

“A good amount of them were very happy. It is their marriage, after all.” he replied. “Some were so overjoyed they were in tears. And some-”

“Were simply in tears?” Pomni concluded.

Mr. Gummigoo glanced over his shoulder for Pomni’s parents or Zooble, then looked back at her.

“Yes,” he replied, continuing to take Pomni’s measurements. “A few were forced into unions with distant relatives, or with complete strangers, out of financial necessity. Some of them whispered to me, or even tried bribing me to get them out of the arrangement. Of course, there’s nothing a tailor such as myself could do.” he replied, morose.

“That is what happened to me. I’m being married off as a ‘favor’ to one of my father’s clients to get him out of debt. Not as though he deserves it…” Pomni grumbled the last sentence mostly to herself.

“The man you’re marrying is not your ideal partner?” Mr. Gummigoo asked.

“The man… I am reasonably content with the man. Everything else can sod off-” Pomni covered her mouth. “Excuse me. Everything else is… unpleasant.”

“‘Reasonably content?’ You’re condemning the fellow with faint praise.” Mr. Gummigoo said, smiling. He had her hold the measuring tape around her shin and made another note.

“Believe me, it’s an improvement over last week. I’d have seen him tarred and feathered then.”

Mr. Gummigoo coughed lightly.

“But… things have changed. He was forced into marriage just as I was, and I’ve met his family. His home life makes mine look like a jaunt through a field of flowers.” Pomni admitted.

“And what of his character?” Gummigoo inquired, looping the tape measure around her neck.

“His character is pleasant. Although, as I said, I’ve only known him for a week…” answered Pomni.

“I would spend the rest of your time before your marriage getting to know him. If you appreciate his character, perhaps he can become your ideal partner.” Mr. Gummigoo said.

“That is what I’ve been doing, some of it purposeful, some through happenstance. He is well-spoken and charming to a degree, but… he has many skeletons in his closet.”

“Unfortunately, that’s true of most of us,” Mr. Gummigoo said, jotting down the last of his measurements. “This country thrives on the philosophy of keeping all problems out of polite society.”

“‘One must have some pressure within oneself to truly change within their chrysalis.’ Liz Armitage. I agree, Mr. Gummigoo.” Pomni said.

Mr. Gummigoo closed his ledger and smiled. “I’ve never read her. But, I can tell you this. I believe people have told me more secret worries than most clergymen have heard. Because I’m just a tailor. I create wedding gowns, and then I’m never heard from again apart from my invoice. Who am I going to tell?”

Mr. Gummigoo set the dividers aside, putting his ledger and measuring tape into his bag and picking it up.

“People are expected to smile and bow in polite society, keeping all their pain on the inside until it starts to fester. I can tell you this, Miss Shutnyk. Pain is part of life, and we should stop pretending it isn’t. The day someone, a man, woman or otherwise, can admit they’re in pain to a complete stranger without the worry of being shunned. Then this country can start moving forward again.”

Pomni looked at Mr. Gummigoo, who bowed and smiled.

“I’ll have your dress ready in a week’s time, Ms. Shutnyk. G’day.”

“Good day,” Pomni replied.

With one last bow and smile, Mr. Gummigoo stepped out of the dining room, and out of Pomni’s life.

—

Pomni put on her sunhat, the black one. She intended on paying Jax Krolik a visit today. Mr. Gummigoo made a compelling point. Several compelling points. But most immediately, she should spend more time with her husband-to-be. There were so many questions that she hadn’t asked him yet. So many books to discuss.

She exited the estate, crossing her mother’s flower garden and heading up the road to The Rooker Estate.

“Pomni!”

From further uo the road, an orange rabbit in a purple dress waved, carrying a brown wicker basket draped with a red and white blanket.

“Kali! Hello!” Pomni smiled and went over to Jax’s sister-in-law. Unsurprisingly, Kali hugged her, but, also unsurprisingly, she didn’t mind. A warm, sweet smell came from the basket.

“Let me begin by saying that I’m so very sorry for yesterday… I did want to warn you about Jax’s father, but you were already so frightened…” Kali put a hand to her own cheek and looked off guiltily.

“It isn’t an issue, Kali. I was braced for something unpleasant to happen already, truthfully… Jax told me about Boone.” Pomni nodded to the basket. “What have you got there?”

“Ah, I brought over the leftover tea cakes for Jax! I took them home with us last night, it would be a shame to waste them.” Kali chirped, taking the blanket off the basket and showing off the baked goods within. They had been warmed and re-dusted with powdered sugar. “Would you like one?”

“Yes, I would… I haven’t eaten this morning.” Pomni took one, forgetting to ask if she could first. Her mother would have slapped her hand.

The two women sat beneath a nearby pine tree, taking care to shift any pinecones aside before being seated. Pomni had a bite of her cake. It was just as delicious and tart as it had been the previous night. It tasted even better knowing that she could savor it, not having to worry about Drexl or Boone. It still sat like a weight in her stomach, but that would just make her feel more full after missing breakfast.

“These really are wonderful… Zuzanna is a wonderful chef.” Pomni said, brushing some stray powdered sugar off her cheek with her knuckle.

“Isn’t she? I think her cooking is half the reason for my… girth.” Kali put a palm on her soft stomach.

Pomni scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be silly. Plumpness just shows that you have enough to eat, and that’s something to be thankful for. Besides, you’re perfectly attractive as you are.”

“Oh, listen to you! You should write a book with that silver tongue of yours.” Kali had a bite of a cake, her face pink and smiling. Pomni finished hers, sitting full and content. She looked up at the sky through the pine needles. Gray light peeked through in faint glittery flashes.

“Oh, speaking of, have you had the chance to think about your vows?” Kali asked.

“I haven’t. Truth be told, at first I was just going to select a passage about love at random from one of my books… But, now that I’ve gotten more comfortable with him, I should look into it, shouldn’t I?” Pomni’s eyes remained on the sky.

“I’m delighted that you’ve grown to like him, Pomni. He’s a good man. He can be a bit sly at times, but he’s got a warm soul. Unlike his father.” Kali sighed, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief from her purse.

“Are Osvaldo and Boone alright? I hadn’t even thought to ask, how wretched of me…” Pomni replied, chewing her thumbnail.

“Boone will be fine. I know it may be difficult to believe, but that’s not the first time his father has grown upset with him,” Kali said with a smirk. “Osvaldo…Oh, Osvaldo, the poor thing. He’s such a sweet boy, but his father just wants a perfect copy of himself.”

“I do question why Drexl hasn’t tried marrying him off…” Pomni wondered.

Kali opened her mouth, then closed it. She thought for a while.

“Well, if you’re going to be part of the family, you may as well know. Osvaldo is only interested in men. He has been since I’ve known him at just 15 years old.”

Pomni looked at Kali, then down at the grass. “Ah. Well, I suppose that would make it significantly more difficult for him to be married to a woman, hm?”

Kali giggled. “Considerably. But now you understand why his father is so hard on him and less so on my husband…”

Pomni crossed her arms over knees. “What an odious little man… Things have been so difficult for Jax. I really had no idea. Even now that he’s out of that house, I worry his father will try and keep him ensnared. It’s no wonder he-”

Pomni stopped herself.

“It’s no wonder he..?” Kali asked, raising her brow.

Pomni thought a moment. Kali could be trusted. She may have even been the only one in this family that could be trusted to keep a secret, since she was away from Drexl’s grasp. Altonicus maybe, but… it felt better to confide in one of her sex. Besides, Kali trusted her enough to tell her about Osvaldo.

“You aren’t to tell your husband, but… Jax has a weakness for laudanum. I only found out three days ago, but… it is quite severe. I stumbled onto a bottle when I was looking for an alkalizer. He must have stashed it away for a trip like this. He takes it upwards of four times a day…”

Kali put a hand to her mouth and looked away.

“I’m dreadfully sorry I’ve burdened you with this, but I needed to tell someone. He told me he became addicted when Boone threw him off of a bridge. I’m hoping to wean him off the awful tonic, but… I don’t know if I can do it alone. His father certainly won’t help. Perhaps you could help when the ceremony is over?”

Kali covered her face. Pomni immediately sat up straighter.

“Oh dear, Kali, I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have said-” Pomni began.

“No… No, I’m the one that should be apologizing…” The rabbit’s cheeks were streaked with tears.

“What? You haven’t done anything, Kali…” Pomni looked around, hoping no one else would come along and see them.

“Yes I have…Pomni, It was me. I gave him opium.”

Pomni’s eyes widened slightly. “Kali..?”

Kali wiped her eyes and sniffed. “Jax was in so much pain after he broke all those bones, and the pediatric tonics that Alton had for him did no good… They weren’t meant for that level of pain, but he wasn’t allowed to administer opium to a 17 year old…”

Another chain of sobs broke through. “I only gave him enough so he could get some sleep at night… I didn’t know it would be so addictive… I found him in Alton’s drug storeroom after his arm was taken out of the sling, sweaty and wide-eyed, digging around for it… I didn’t want Alton to find out and Allfather forbid Drexl found out… I’ve been giving him some to keep the withdrawals away for 4 years…”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?”

“I have!” Kali shouted. “I’ve told the Gray Sisterhood in confession for years now… I even told the one on this island just so I could have someone new to cry to… Alton would divorce me if he ever found out, and I could be arrested for giving opioids to a minor…I-I just wanted him to be able to sleep…”

Pomni put a hand to her mouth. The day of the downpour. Why Kali went to the church and why Sister Ragatha looked so upset when Pomni first saw her… Why Jax was out looking for her, he might have been paranoid Kali would tell someone… the whole reason she came to the island that day in the first place, to give him-!

“Oh, Kali…” Pomni said.

This only made the older rabbitwoman cry harder. Pomni hesitated for a moment before wrapping her arms around her.

“I’m a fiend…” Kali sobbed.

“No, Kali, you’re not… You only wanted to help…”

Kali sobbed into Pomni’s shoulder. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Shhhh… Kali, it’s going to be alright… Don’t cry… .” The gentleness in Pomni’s voice surprised even herself.

Pomni looked at the Rooker estate, rubbing her sister’s back.

“I’m going to help you fix this.”

[pascaloverx]

Sweet Love

Summary: You're an up-and-coming writer, congratulations. To protect your beloved job, you're willing to do anything. Even strike a deal with the devil, better known as your sister's neighbor. You and Dean Winchester don't really see eye to eye, but in a moment of desperation, you agree to collaborate with him for a greater good.

Author's Notes: Many characters do not belong to me but to the Supernatural Universe (2005-2020). I hope you enjoy the fanfic's story. The fanfic will contain strong language and adult content. Dear readers, I'm here to let you know that if you enjoy this fic, please engage with it. Comments and likes are welcome. I appreciate everyone who follows this fanfic. Anyway, enjoy this chapter.

chapter six

CHAPTER SEVEN

The following month felt almost like a dream. You and Dean officially together, without having to pretend to casually bump into each other as good neighbors. Sam seems to be adjusting to your relationship. But he seems to enjoy the time he spends alone when Dean is with you at your sister's apartment. The good news is that you'll be moving soon. Your new book is going to be released, and with the money you've already earned, you'll be able to buy your own apartment.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye to the comfort of being able to see you without much effort. Maybe you should come live with me. I can kick Sam out with just one command from you," Dean says while still cuddling with you. You spent the night together yesterday and decided to sleep snuggled up.

"I don't want to start our relationship by making your brother angry with me. Not to mention that I'll still be close by. My sister lives here," you say, turning slightly and giving Winchester a kiss on the cheek. You don't even finish saying this when you hear a noise at the door. It can only mean one thing: your sister is back.

"Is anyone home?" your sister yells, and you immediately get out of bed, running to find your missing clothes and Dean's. It's not that you won't admit you're with him, you just don't want to admit it like this.

"I'm in the bedroom, just give me a moment to greet you," you shout back, finishing getting dressed. As you're about to leave the room and reach for Dean's hand, he pulls back. You look at him, puzzled.

"I'd better hide here and leave later. Trust me, you don't want to tell your sister about us like this," Dean says, stepping away, which you find suspicious. It's one thing that they don't get along, but acting as if he's ashamed to be seen as your boyfriend makes you uncomfortable.

"I thought us dating meant we were going to make it official to everyone. Including my sister. Unless there's something different about telling my sister that we're together," you say a little irritated. Your sister calls your name and you feel you should go. Dean seems like he has something to say to you but you just close the door and go to where your sister is.

"My little sister! I've missed you so much. I'm dying to hear all the news, what happened while I was working away. I want to know everything," your sister says, hugging you tightly after setting down her bags.

"I should have come back earlier. You didn't even tell me you were coming. Such an ungrateful sister," you say as you hug your sister.

"My boss allowed me to come home for a few days, but I have to go back soon. There's an investigative story in Bulgaria that they'll need me for. And how's it been staying here without me? Dealing with Winchester up front been keeping you up at night?" She speaks and you widen your eyes in surprise at the question. Maybe she suspects something, but you don't want to give anything away.

"Actually, he's been much calmer. Almost like a changed man. Sam's even visiting him. Maybe later we can all meet up," you say, deflecting the conversation while hinting at Dean possibly changing. However, by pretending he's not in your room and omitting that you're dating, you're starting to feel like Dean's little dirty secret—which might suggest he hasn't changed after all.

"My sweet sister, always believing in the best of people. From my own experience, believe me, he's unlikely to change. Although when he was dating Castiel, it seemed like he had changed. I think maybe Castiel was the love of his life," your sister says, and you feel the weight of her words almost immediately. Firstly, what does she mean by "from my own experience"? And the fact that she thinks Castiel might have been Dean's great love confirms your worst fear—that you might be Dean's second choice because he can no longer have Castiel.

"By 'from my own experience,' do you mean because you've witnessed several of Dean's relationships?" you ask, trying not to show how a wrong answer could make this one of the weirdest mornings of your life.

"I never mentioned it to you? Dean and I had a brief relationship. That's why I always insisted you stay away from him. Actually, it was a bit before you came to live with me and he got involved with Castiel. It was fun, but he would never have taken me seriously. I always thought it made sense that he dumped me because he'd found the love of his life. But maybe it was never meant to be me and him. Or him and Castiel. Who knows, right? So, want to eat out? I'm starving." Your sister says this, and you look at her, almost crying. But you have to pretend you're not feeling anything. How could she never have told you? And him? What kind of messed-up morning is this?

"I'll grab my bag and a coat. Meet you downstairs?" you say, trying to hold back the tears.

"Alright. I'll wait for you downstairs. I'll be the girl almost dying of hunger," your sister says, giving you a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

"You can come out now," you say loudly so Dean can hear. Fortunately, your sister is a good reporter, but when she's hungry, she can't think straight. Otherwise, she would have noticed that my coat and bag are in the living room.

"I can explain," he says, appearing quickly in front of you. Obviously, he had been listening to your conversation.

"Just like you could have explained before I found out from my sister. Is that why you didn't want her to know about us? Because you slept with my sister before meeting the supposed love of your life?" Your voice rises, a mix of anger and sadness. A blend of disillusionment with the feeling that you shouldn't be reacting this way.

"It's not fair for you to be mad about the comment on Castiel being the love of my life. I didn't make it. But I understand it's fair for you to be angry that I didn't tell you. At first, I thought it was irrelevant, and then we were already into each other; how could I tell you that I'd been with your sister?" Dean says, and you have no reaction. It's like you can't process what he's saying.

"Don't worry, Dean. I don't blame you for any of this. The fault is mine, the illusion is mine. Now, please go." You speak in a low voice. Dean seems to understand that you really don't want to discuss this now.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Dean asks, approaching you. Looking at him seems to make you even sadder.

"I'm asking for some time; please respect that if you can. If not, you can consider it a breakup. Whatever makes you feel better," you say, looking at him with teary eyes. Dean looks sad, maybe even disappointed.

"I may be an idiot, but I'm not giving up on you," he says, looking into your eyes. Then he leaves, leaving a kind of emptiness in you. But now isn't the time to dwell on it, as your sister will soon become suspicious. You compose yourself, grab your bag and coat, and leave.

[sadsongsandwaltzes]

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[nerdie-faerie]

Feeling a lil vindictive, a lil nasty this morning

So context, my brother had a work do last night and before he left he told my mum he'd becoming back here and doing so alone. So tell me why he called me at 3am when I'm trying to sleep but travel anxiety and says he's bringing two mates back? I tell him he can't I'm leaving at 6 tomorrow he just goes yeah they'll just be passing through your room. No I've gotta get up in 3 hours you can't be keeping up, yeah it's fine. The fuck it is not

Anyway so my alarm goes off 3 hours later I've barely slept, my brain already woke me up several times prior but that doesn't mean I'm turning my alarms off immediately or getting ready quietly after the prick disturbed my sleep

[purplesuitcowboy]

tw: incest and rape

Your big brother doesn't care that you're hosting a sleep over and that all of your friends are over. Your pussy belongs to him and he'll be damned if he goes a night without sinking his thick cock deep in your folds. He sneaks into your room at night after everyone is a sleep and settles down next to you. He doesn't waste a lot of time, slipping your sleep shorts and cotton panties down your legs to expose your bald pussy. He adjusts himself, resting the bulbous head of his cock against your waiting hole. Slowly, he pushes his dick into you, filling you up inch after inch. The pain of his cock stretching your open rouses you from sleep. You wake up on your stomach, pressed flat onto the floor by his weight and unable to move. The most you can do is try not to make too much noise as he plunders your insides with his cock, fucking your cunt like it's his own personal fleshlight. "You're fucking pussy feels so good on my dick," he tells you, voice low in your ear. "You were made for this. Made just for me to fuck." You clench and writhe around him as he fucks you. "You love it, fucking slut. You love your big brother's cock. God, my sister's such a whore. She doesn't care when or where as long as she gets her big brother's cock. That's why your fucking soaked. That's alright. I'll give you want, a nice fat load in your slutty little pussy."

[deadsetobsessions]

He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

——

“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

——

“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic! Fire Nation Royal Family x Non-bender Reader

With Ozai:

At first he didn't accept the fact that you, his youngest child, is a non-bender, and ignored your existence.

That was until he noticed how his older brother, Iroh, spends time with you, Ozai got extremely jealous.

And decided to spend time with you, only to realize that you are his favorite child, and felt like an actual father.

Yes, you can't firebend nor do you even have the ability to protect yourself.

But why would you need to protect yourself when your father is going to be the Phoenix king of the fire nation?

Ozai will burn down the world for you.

"You, my sweet child, will grow up in the presence of a very powerful father"

With Ursa:

When Ursa found out that you couldn't bend, she became overprotective of you to the point of paranoia.

Since childhood, she refused to allow you to play with anyone except Zuko.

One time, one of her handmaidens scolded you harshly for playing outside without your mother's permission which resulted in you bursting into tears.

The next day, that handmaiden was fired and Ursa made sure that she gets no other jobs.

While thinking of escaping, she thought to take you with her.

However, Ozai has forbidden that from happening.

"When you find out the truth, promise to come find me"

With Azulon

While still alive, he made sure you had the best education and guards.

Azulon also made sure to have you believe that the fire nation is without mistakes or faults.

He tried manipulating you into believing that just your loyalty to your people is enough duty.

However, you are kind, too kind.

Yet, he Azulon didn't hate you for it even if he considered a weak trait to have in the royal family.

He also still has the flower crown you made him stored away safely so it doesn't rot.

It is rumored that the last word he muttered was your name.

With Iroh

Uncle Iroh isn't really as possessive as the other characters, but he focuses on advising you from time to time.

You enjoy drinking tea with him and gossiping about everything.

Even though, Ozai has forbidden him from speaking with you, you would sneak behind your father's back to drink tea with him.

After the loss of his son in the war, Lu Ten, Iroh felt depressed.

Yet you managed to comfort him with your cheerfulness and playful attitude.

It reminded him of his son.

"The best quality in a princess is her kindness, something which your sister clearly lacks"

With Zuko

Zuko thought you would be like Azula but you have proven him wrong.

You are kind, gentle, and nurturing just like your and his mother.

That's why Zuko always found himself by your side, being your playmate...being your protecter.

His mother told him that it's his duty to protect you from danger considering that he is your older brother.

Even though Azula has never hurt you, but Zuko was always wary of her, especially after his mother disappeared.

When Ozai challenged him to an Agni Kai, you were the first to cry out and plead with him to let Zuko off, but Ozai felt jealous of your relationship with Zuko and was determined to teach his son a lesson.

However when your brother got banished, Zuko took you with him in secret not wanting you to be left with Azula.

"I know the journey will take long but once I restore my honor we can return home together"

With Azula

Azula was extremely jealous when you were born, thinking that you will take all the attention from here.

But she realized that you deserve all the attention.

You didn't treat her like a monster, you weren't scared of her.

Instead you showed her love and called her 'big sister'

You would cling to her as a toddler, whenever there was lightning, you would secretly sneak to her room and sleep beside her.

"How can you be scared of lightning, we control it, silly"

Mai and Ty Lee saw how Azula softens whenever you are around.

And when Azula discovered that you have left with Zuko, she destroyed everything in her way and burned a few servants.

"She's mine, and only MINE"

[moon7jay]

Carnal (p.sh)

Warnings : stepcest, dubcon, sunghoon is a pervert, sex tape, cum eating, just filth tbh, porn without plot

a/n: Im functioning on 2 hours of sleep so it's not proofread,there might be some errors,pls ignore them. reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ♡

"fuck, just like that " sunghoon groaned, squeezing himself from above his boxers, his red rimmed eyes tethered to the passionate sex scene playing on his laptop screen.

His breathing was heavy, pupils dilated as he watched the man's dick assault the bounded woman's pussy, coming out covered in white cum juices. She was trying to get away from him, but the restraints were not letting her. She had no choice but to take it.

Fuck. He needed sex.

As Sunghoon rubbed his clothed dick, sighing at the delicious friction, his mind drifted off to you.

Pink.

He swallowed the spit gathering in his mouth and reached across the table to open his hidden drawer. Rummaging impatiently with one hand while his other was busy touching himself, sunghoon groaned when he found the one thing that he was looking for. The pink lace underwear in his hand was old and dirty with cum stains. Sunghoon knew that he was responsible for its sorry state. That's what he gets for jerking off in it like an animal anytime you so much as smiled at him.

But he wasn't the only one to blame. You were equally responsible for fueling his perverted tendencies. Prancing around the house in your short little pink skirts. Sunghoon was never the one to go for hyperfeminine women but turns out you were an exception. With your pink bows and pink gloss and pink skirts and pink tops, you were like the sweetest candy that was waiting to be bitten into and tasted. sunghoon craved you with every fibre of his being.

The fact that you were forbidden only increased his desire tenfold. You were his step sister for fuck's sake but his dick throbbed at the mere sight of you. Blasphemous. But who cared? Not HIM.

Sunghoon buried his nose in your panties in hopes of inhaling your addicting scent but groaned in frustration instead. It no longer smelled like you. Fucking hell.

He was drunk and horny and you were the only thing running laps across his mind. He wanted to bury himself into your tight little body. Now.

Sunghoon briefly paused his ministrations and listened for the football match still playing in the living room across the hallway. the volume was loud enough that his parents would not be able to hear the nasty sounds of fucking from your room. He quickly shut down his laptop and tredged his way to your room right across from his own. His dick hung long and heavy in between in legs, straining painfully against his boxer briefs.

Your door was ajar, like always, a careless habit of yours that had given sunghoon countless opportunities to sneak inside and act out his perverse desires.

But he'd never gone this far. Never gone as far as to actually touch you. As he watched your scantily covered body resting so sinfully against the pink sheets, an inexplicable heat spread throughout his limbs. His body worked faster than his brain and he reached inside his back pocket to take out the handcuffs he'd picked up from his room. quickly setting up his phone right across from your bed , sunghoon hastily took off his boxers, ready to ravage you the entire night.

You stirred up when you felt a heavy weight settle onto your body, you tried moving your hands, mumbling and squirming in your sleep but your hands refused to move. Something was holding them down. A sharp pain in between your legs punched a gasp out of your chest, your eyes flying open at the sudden intrusion into your body, your mouth opening in a silent scream. Your bleary eyes met sunghoon's who was breathing uncharacteristically heavy on top of you. Tears gathered at your waterline, the sting in your lower region spreading throughout your pelvis. your core was throbbing from his cock tearing through your hymen so mercilessly. you tried to free your bound hands, but to no avail.

"Wh-what are you doing" you asked with wobbly lips but sunghoon's eyes were dark and unseeing as he stared into yours. You had never seen him like this before. "Gonna use you to satisfy my dick" he whispered and started pistoning his dick in and out of you. A pained moan left your lips as his thick dick dragged against your dry gummy walls. You could have screamed and begged him to stop, but you'd be lying if you said that you'd didn't dream of this every single night. Your step brother was hot and he made you hot. Your mother had kept you away from boys your entire life, so you had never given much thought to your sexual desires, never indulging in pleasures of the flesh. But all of that changed when sunghoon came into the picture.

He grabbed your wet cheeks and stuck his tongue inside your mouth forcefully, tasting your hot mouth with a fervent passion. You moaned and arched into his touch as he began pounding into you. His lips were harsh on your pillowy ones, his tongue moving languidly inside your warm cavity. The pain mixed with pleasure made you sob, your fingers curling around the handcuffs around your wrists.

"God , always wanted to fuck your virgin little pussy, waited for so fucking long" he moaned into your mouth. You pushed your chest up against him as he rotated his hips in a circular motion, grinding into your cervix, his cockhead rubbing and poking your g spot in a delicious rut. "h-hurts" you cried, your pussy struggling to fit him inside, the stretch was too painful.

"Mhmm bet it does baby" he panted on your face and reached down to rub against your clit to make your pussy wetter. the stimulation against your sensitive bud made you squeal and thrash under him. You sobbed as the pain started turning into sweet pleasure, your pussy began to drool, wet sounds coming from the continuous collision of his pelvis with yours. His teeth dug into your lower plump lip with an intention to hurt, your red swollen mouth was too tempting for sunghoon to resist.

"You feel so much better than my hand baby, fuck, so hot and tight" His fingers dug into your soft waist, bruising the flesh with his harsh grip while his thrusts became faster, the headboard now slamming against the wall. A fleeting thought of your parents came into your mind but you weren't able to dwell on it for long, the heat spreading inside your pussy overshadowing every other thought. His hand left your clit and he folded your body into half. He cursed upon seeing your fucked out face, your tongue hanging out while drool escaped your mouth. Fuck. Sunghoon's palms moved up to grope your chest, pinching and twisting your pert nipples painfully from above your flimsy nighty, a whine leaving your lips at his actions.

"we could do this all day baby, you just have to keep quiet and we could-mhmm god-fuck all day" His hands slid down to press upon your abdomen, eyes rolling back upon tracing his own cock through the bulge in your tummy.

"B-but it's wrong" You mewled, your toes curling when he applied more pressure on your lower stomach. He bent down to nibble on your earlobe, his thick dick reaching deeper in this new angle. "Yeah, it's so fucking wrong baby, you shouldn't be drooling around your step brother's dick like a slut" He grunted into your ear and grinded his groin against yours. The Squelching sounds resonating in the room were disgusting but so, so hot, your sweaty bodies rutting against each other to reach carnal pleasure.

Sunghoon pulled all the way out and thrusted inside, snapping his hips into your cunt again and again. Your silky walls wrapped around him so snugly, his breath coming out in harsh pants. "Nasty little girl, what will your mom think if she found you bouncing on my dick like this?" His dirty words made you cry out in disgust mixed with arousal. He swore under his breath upon feeling you clench on his dick. You felt So wet and So fucking tight, he swore he could taste heaven at the top of his tongue. he watched your legs flailing around while he forced himself into your tight hole repeatedly, without mercy, the sight so erotic that he could feel his orgasm approaching. He was pounding you into the sheets furiously, all the pent up sexual tension causing havoc on your cervix. You tried to stifle your moans but he was too big and too rough for your tiny, inexperienced body. The pace of his hips became faster and harsher, his grunts and groans reaching a fever pitch, the pressure in his balls ready to burst.

"Take my dick baby, take it like a fucking whore" he punched out with a few more thrusts, his hips stuttering and then stilling inside of you all at once, filling you full of his hot cum. "Ah fuckk fuck" He moaned through his orgasm, he was cumming so much, his hips still moving back and forth. Before you knew it, he began thrusting into you again, your cries of pleasure turning him into an insatiable beast.

"cant stop fucking this cunt" He groaned and started edging you, angling his hips in such a way that it felt good but not enough to make you cum. Your eyes were blurry and you started sobbing in frustration, moving your hips up to grind against his dick. His calloused palms held your waist and helped you move your hips on him, stilling his movements while he watched you fuck yourself dumb on his cock. Your eyes were dizzy with pleasure, small whimpers falling from your swollen lips, but you couldn't stop rotating your hips, thrusting upwards to make his dick reach your delicious spots. Sunghoon clenched his jaw at the sight of his cum leaking out of your hungry hole while he was still buried inside you. the way your arms struggled against the handcuffs above your head while your hips chased his hard cock was driving him crazy in lust. You looked like his fucking wet dream.

"Yeah, keep fucking it baby, fuck it like it's yours" He grunted, moving your body back and forth on his dick like a fleshlight. It felt too good, his dick throbbing inside your warm pussy. He wanted to start fucking you again but his pervert instincts took over instead. You whined in disappointment as he pulled out of your needy whole, your pussy trying to suck him back in. You watched in confusion while sunghoon came back to the bed with his phone, he turned on your tv which was set up right across your bed and connected his device to it. reaching above you to free your hands, he threw the handcuffs to the side.

You hissed and rubbed against the red marks on your wrists, freezing mid movement when you heard moans coming from your tv screen. Your moans, specifically. Your wide eyes turned towards the tv and you saw yourself. Saw your own body tied up to the bed as sunghoon pushed himself inside of you, rutting against you while you cried. In disbelief, you looked over to sunghoon and gulped at the scene in front of you. His hand was wrapped around his thick dick, jerking off to the footage of you two having sex. Hot arousal rushed through your lower body and your hand moved down to apply pressure to your throbbing clit. You should have been angry at the fact that you had been recorded without your consent, but you didn't think sunghoon cared much about consent and its synonyms.

"Fuck yeah" sunghoon groaned, this was hotter than any porn he had ever wanked off to. The way your tiny body struggled underneath his big one on the screen, his dick moving in and out of you without mercy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while his hips clenched as he fucked into you passionately. All of it was too much. He could see you rubbing your clit, getting off to the obscene sounds on your tv. He squeezed his tip and cursed "fuck baby make yourself cum, it's so fucking hot isn't it?"

You nodded and whined, your moans overlapping with the moans coming from the speaker. Too good, it felt too good. You rubbed your clit faster, looking to the side to watch sunghoon jerk off furiously. His palm moved up and down, playing with his own balls, his entire chest covered in a sheen of sweat. "Im-im so close" you whined and he groaned, watching you gather his cum out of your abused hole with your free hand and suck onto your fingers, basically slurping on his cum. "Oh my fucking god " He sighed, his own eyes closing shut at the pleasure.

The Squelching sounds on the screen mixed with the filthy sounds of you both masturbating like perverts pushed you over the edge. The orgasm hit you like a damn train, your back arched off the bed while you kept rubbing yourself to ride your high. The filthy taste of sunghoon's cum on your tongue was too good. Sunghoon came just moments later, eyes fixated on your swollen pussy, spilling all over his palms and thighs "oh yeah, shit shit shit" he hissed while he rubbed himself raw.

Small sighs of pleasure and satisfaction filled the space between your heated bodies. As you both came down from your mind blowing orgasms, the bodies continued rutting against each other on the screen. It was starting to get hot again. The passion permeating your senses. You squirmed and met sunghoon's eyes which were already set on you. They were dark and blown in lust. Before you could say anything, he was hovering over your spent body again, rubbing his cockhead against your swollen clit, making you whimper in overstimulation.

"let's fuck while we watch us fuck"

[fanficgirl429]

Mike has a feelings for you (fluff)

Prompt: While babysitting Abby she tells you that Mike has a crush on you

Pairing: Reader x Mike Schmidt

----

“I can’t believe I have to fucking work today,” Mike says, pulling his gray security shirt on. “I told them I can only work during the week!”

Your best friend scrambles around the living room, looking for his phone, keys, and wallet- all of which are in various places. You are currently sitting on the couch, watching all of this unfold. He was always leaving his items in various places. How many times had you told him to leave them in the same spot?

He finds his keys and phone and shoves them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Where is my wallet?” he says, running his fingers through his already messy brown hair.

“Did you check your room?” you ask.

He quickly leaves the room and returns moments later with his wallet in his hand.

Mike let’s out a sigh and looks over at you. “Are you sure you’re ok watching her? I can always call Max.”

“I don’t mind watching her at all,” you tell him.

You stand up and walk over to your best friend. Wrapping your arms around his waist you pull him into a tight hug. He instantly relaxes and wraps his arms around you.

“You have no idea how amazing you are,” Mike tells you, smiling.

You laugh as Mike takes a step back and towards the front door.

“Thank you so much for watching her,” Mike calls. “I owe you!”

“Hey Abs,” you say, sitting down on the edge of her bed. “What are you drawing?”

Abby smiles and passes you the sheet of paper. There is a white house with a large tree and three people standing out front. A man, a woman, and a child.

“You have to tell me who everyone is,” you say, pointing to the three people.

Abby stands up and comes to sit besides you on the bed. Her small hand points to the man on the page, “That’s Mike,” she moves her hand to the woman, “you,” and points to the child, “and that’s me.”

You weren’t shocked that you were drawn- Abby tended to draw the three of you alot. Mike and you had been best friends since middle school and you loved Abby like she was your little sister. Most of her drawings were things the three of you had done together or what she wanted to do with the two of you.

“And who’s house is this?” you question.

“We all live there together,” Abby states.

“Oh, that sounds fun,” you reply.

“Yea! Because you and Mike are going to get married!”

Abby’s comment throws you off. Not once has she ever asked about your and her brother's relationship.

“What makes you think we’re getting married?”

“Because Mike has a crush on you,” Abby says, shrugging.

You laugh. “No he doesn’t.”

Abby nods her head. “Yes he does. He says your name a lot in his sleep.”

“But that doesn’t mean he has a crush on me,” you tell her.

Abby’s silent for a moment then answers quietly. “You make him smile and laugh and he’s always happy when you’re around. He’s not like that around anyone else.”

Her answer surprises you but kids are very perceptive. Instead of pressing any further, you tell Abby to start to get ready for bed.

“Do you have a crush on Mike?” Abby askes as you tuck her in to her bed.

“Oh…um…yea, I do,” you tell her.

Little does Abby know but you are in love with her brother.

Abby smiles and nods and you turn the light off, closing the door behind you as you walk back to the living room.

—-

Abby falls asleep quickly and you sit in the living room watching tv. Your mind keeps going back to conversation with Abby. Does Mike really have a crush on you?

Abby doesn't know it (well maybe she figured it out) but you’ve had feelings for Mike for a long time. You loved your relationship with Mike and didn’t want to jeopardize it so you never made any indication or moves towards him. You had hoped that maybe he would be the first one to make a move but he never did.

All of the sudden it hits you, how tired you are. You stand up from the couch and stretch and slowly walk back towards Mikes room. This isn’t the first time you had slept over. Many times after Abby had gone to sleep, you and Mike would stay up together, hanging out. At first Mike insisted that you sleep at his house but now he didn’t even have to say anything- you would just crash on his bed, next to him.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep and a few hours later, the bed dips slightly as Mike lays down next to you- waking you but only for a brief moment.

—-

The sun peeks through the curtains in Mikes room and the smell of bacon and pancakes wake you up from your sleep.

The spot on the bed next to you is disheveled -the only evidence that Mike has slept there.

As you lay in bed for another minute, you hear voices drifting down the hallway. You can’t make out what they are saying but you can tell it’s Mike and Abby.

Standing up, you walk into the hallway but hang back for a moment- waiting to see what they are talking about.

“Did you know that Y/N had a crush on you?” Abby tells Mike.

“How do you know?” you hear him ask.

“She told me,” Abby states matter of factly.

It’s then that you decide to walk into the small kitchen. Abby and Mike are both sitting at the small kitchen table, eating bacon and pancakes.

“Morning,” you say, walking over to the coffee maker.

“Morning,” Abby and Mike say at the same time.

Mike's hair is sticking up in various directions and he looks like he just woke up. His dark t-shirt hugs his frame and you know he’s wearing his favorite pair of flannel pajama pants.

“I’m going to go draw,” Abby says, leaving you and Mike alone in the kitchen.

Mike watches as you pour yourself a glass of coffee but don’t turn around to face him.

“So,” he begins. “Abby told me something interesting…”

“And what was that?” you question, although you already know the answer.

“She said that you have a crush on me.”

“Oh. Why would she say that?”

“She said that you told her you did.”

You turn around to face your best friend, your eyes locking with his. His cheeks are slightly pink and it makes you feel better that this conversation might be slightly embarrassing for him as well.

“I-uh-,” you stammer.

Mike stands up and walks over to you and your back presses against the counter. He slowly moves his hands to your waist, waiting to see how you’ll react. When you don’t move away, he grips your waist, his brown eyes locking with yours.

“What if I told you that I had a crush on you?” he says.

A soft smile crosses your lips and Mike reaches up and places his hand against your cheek, his thumb moving in small circles.

You move your arms up and snake them around his neck, waiting for him to make the next move. His body is pressed against yours and you can feel his heart pounding against his chest.

Within moments, he leans down and brushes his lips against yours before pulling away.

“Why did you stop?” you tease him.

He smiles as his presses his lips against yours and they move together, almost as if the two of you had done this before.