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lunasdreamytreats · 4 days

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Best kept secrets

Baizhu x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW // !PSUDO STEPFATHER/STEPDAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP! don't like, don't read // modern au // legal age-gap (Baizhu's in his late 30's, reader's in their early 20's) // drinking wine // reader calls their mother 'mama' // petnames (darling, little girl / good girl) // daddy kink (u call him it a few times and he calls himself it too) // mentions of drugs and aphrodisiacs // begging // oral (m+f receiving) // fingering // dumbification // bad writing (was still finding my writing style as i began writing and its not fully proofread)

Word count: 3.5k... (jeez i went crazy)

A/N: HBD MY LOVE 🥰 I love Baizhu sm, been planning this bad boy forever. Please enjoy and make sure to read the warnings carefully and lmk if I missed something ❤️

'How did this happen again?' You ask yourself as you accept another kiss from the man you knew as your stepfather. It feels so wrong, until you remember how your own mother is a cheating gold digger herself. Virtually your whole life up until a year ago had been on the move. Your mother would marry rich men who owned whole companies or company branches and either bankrupt them and leave or cause a scandal so they go out of business and leave. Over 19 years you’ve had a total of 10 stepfathers and you've never been really close with any of them.

As far as you know, the most recent one is the only one out of your stepfathers that has more than one source of income. He owns the only pharmacy in town while also working as a doctor. It must be taking longer to burn through it than normal, you thought, since you're still there.

You feel as if you should be grateful that your mother hasn't ruined it yet, because you've grown fond of life in this family. Your little sister Qiqi absolutely adores you as her big sister. Although your not sure if your mother knows about this, but your stepdad, Baizhu, absolutely loves being able to spend his money on you. Whenever you get off work he'll wait outside for you in the car with your favourite music ready to play. He'd drive around town with you for half an hour before going to pick Qiqi up from school. If you saw anything you wanted while driving, he'd tell you to quickly jump out and buy it with his card.

“Sweetie I don't care how much it costs if you want it I'll gladly get it for you.” Is what he'd say if you tried to protest in any way, in the end, you’ve just accepted it as him wanting to spoil you. Baizhu was very different to any of your other stepfathers, for one, he's making an effort to bond with you..... Oh and he's young, well, young compared to the others. At only 35 when they got married, he was 2 years your mother’s junior and 17 years your senior.

The 4 of you lived a fairly drama-free life up until tonight, when Baizhu came back home after dropping sweet Qiqi off at her best friend Yaoyao's house for her very first sleepover. He came in and asked you to come downstairs and sit on the couch, saying he needed to ask you about something important. You promptly closed the game you were playing and put the controller back, coming down to see Baizhu in the kitchen with a bottle of white wine and 2 glasses.

“Oh? What's the special occasion, Dad?” You asked before sitting back down with him.

“It's about your mother, (Y/N).” You froze slightly, wanting to ask him if anything bad happened to her. However, before you could speak, he placed one of the full glasses of wine into your hand.

"Do you know if she cheated on any of your other stepfathers, like any one of them?"

“Well I don't know for certain, but I've got a feeling she cheated on all of them, including my father.” You lifted the glass of wine up to the light and swirled the liquid around before continuing.

“Right when she leaves them, I found that either their companies crumbled, or they declared bankruptcy. Some less than 6 months after their wedding. It's happened way too many times to be a total coincidence.” Looking over at him, you saw a small sigh leave his lips as his eyes met yours. The low light of the lamps on the wall adjacent to him made his golden irises glow. ‘Oh fuck that's really pretty.... h-hold on a god damn second, that's your stepdad your talking about, dumbass!’ You quickly shook the thought out of your head and took a sip of wine to distract yourself.

“Why'd ya ask?”

“I saw your mother with someone and they were talking about how long until they can run off together....” You always had a feeling she had an accomplice her little scheme, but a whole ass lover all these years? Baizhu leaned forward in order to put the wine glass back on the counter and shifted to face you.

“Thank you for telling me this, my darling.” Eh why the lovey dovey language? He seems to be awfully calm for someone who just found out what a horrible person his wife is.

“Dad.... now that you've caught mama, when do you want us out of here by?”

“Hm? Why would I kick you out, darling?” Again with the darling! Is this really how fathers express their affection towards their children?

“I-I just thought since she's cheating on you, you wouldn't want her or her child arou-!” He's laughing? How? You thought he'd be annoyed. And yet here he is, not only not giving a toss about the current situation, he's laughing at it.... Why?

“Do you think I'd leave my cute, sweet little girl all alone without someone that loves her like I do? No no no darling. Besides, this is the best time to show you something that I've been planning this last year.” What could that be? You wondered. Come to think of it, from his plans for Qiqi's birthday party to things he's overheard at work, he's never kept anything a secret from you. He stood up and retrieved a piece of paper from inside a safe in the wall that he hid behind his back so you couldn't see what was written on it. As he sat back down, you managed to catch a small glimpse of the contents of the paper, you saw your signature there and what you can only assume is Baizhu's, both written in black ink next to each other at the bottom of the page.

'Oh! He must be holding the adoption papers we signed after the wedding'. You had another quick glance at the paper again before he folded it up and set it down on the table.... What?? You must be hallucinating because your pretty sure the words 'certificate of marriage' were at the top of the page. Hang on, if that's a marriage certificate, then why did you clearly see your signature next to Baizhu's?

“Did you see it, my darling?” Baizhu's words brought you back into the moment at hand, oh, that and his hand resting on your waist. The small gesture causing a shiver to shoot up your spine. “You’re my real wife. And you have been all this time.”

“How?” The reality of this situation hitting you like a boulder made your voice go hoarse, coming out like a broken cry. How was he able to hide something so big for so long? “How did I not notice it?”

“I'll be honest, I only got close to your mother so I could be with you, my darling. I knew what your mother was when I saw her, now she's the only one in the dark about it.” Baizhu's voice broke through the stifling silence around us. This is so weird, you’ve always thought your stepdad was a nice man, in personality, heart and looks. And you’ve told your friends about how you'd like your future partner to be like him. So should you go along with it?

“B-But what about the wedding night? Didn't you and mama have sex?”

“Nope, she ran off after the ceremony, I spent the night in your room.”

“W-what!? How the fuck did I not feel you?”

“Not when you've taken the deep sleep elixir I put in your food. I’d put it in whenever I knew your mother was going out for the night.”

“Oh, so that's why I hardly remember those nights.”

“Fuck, you're so cute when you don't know what to make of a situation, darling. I wonder what your reaction is going to be when I do this?” With no warning, Baizhu pulled you closer, onto his lap, and kissed your neck. The bold action made you gasp in shock. While you were distracted, he took the opportunity to catch you off guard again and kiss your lips. The kiss was just as he was, gentle and full of passion, yet demanding. Letting you know that although he’s being gentle, he’s still the one in control. He’s holding you so soft and tenderly, it makes this kiss feel like a natural part of life. Like your forgetting you two had a completely different relationship before...

That's how it came to you and your stepd- no, your husband making out in the open space of the living room. :)

'This isn't wrong. He's my husband.' You told yourself as you kissed him back. The grip his hands have on the flesh of your hips was so soft, as if he couldn't bare the thought of hurting you. Which, in a way, was true. He couldn’t bare the thought of being the reason you were in pain. As the kiss deepened, he felt more comfortable in exploring your body. His hands gently glide up your body before setting on your chest. His hands circle your body to where the dress zipper and bra clasp were.

As his arms pulled you closer, his fingers grazed the bit of exposed skin, making you shiver at the contact. Pulling away from your lips, Baizhu looked at you with love filled eyes and ran his finger over the neckline of your dress before hooking a finger on it and tugging at the fabric.

“My darling, can I?” He asked, rather breathless from the deep kiss. You could only nod in response until you find your voice. That was another way that Baizhu shows he cares, he was patient when you couldn’t get your words out. It was a thing you had struggled with for most of your life. And although it was a small gesture, it was something that mama never bothered to get right.

“Y-Yes daddy~” You managed to whisper a response, your head already felt dizzy and the neck kisses didn't help. Hearing daddy leave your mouth must’ve awakened something primal in him. With a newfound spark of lust in his eyes and a tightened grasp on you, his teeth grazed the skin of your shoulders. You reached behind your back to start unzipping your dress, only for your wrists to be pulled away and held back in one of his hands, while the other pulled the zip down slowly.

“Shhh~ darling, let daddy take care of you now.” An uncomfortable thought came into your head; ‘what if mama came back without warning to see her daughter, clothes slipping off, on her ‘stepdad’s’ lap making out with him?’ But don’t worry, Baizhu has a plan to deal with her if she comes back early. There’s no chance he’d allow this perfect moment to slip through his fingers again. After he pulled the zipper went all the way down, Baizhu started to gently draw circles on your newly exposed skin. The heat building up between your legs was getting frustrating, so you started to rub your clit on Baizhu's thigh to relieve yourself. Until he noticed and gently held your hips in place.

“Darling, I thought you’d let me take over tonight.. you know what happens to bad little girls that don't obey their daddies, don't you, darling?” Baizhu whispered, gently kissing the shell of your ear before continuing, “They. get. punished.” Taping your shoulder blade with each word. Each tap of his finger sent electrifying waves of pleasure down your whole body. You can’t help but lean into his touch, drunk on how quickly you crumbled under his teasing. One thing was for certain, however, the pleasure you felt was unreplicable.

“M'sorry daddy.. don’t punish me, I-I’ll b’good, please..!” You plead, hoping he’d be merciful on you. Since nobody can blame you for being needy. After a few minutes of drawing circles on your back, your dress and bra went flying off you, yelping when the cool air collided with your breasts. Smirking, Baizhu gave your hips a squeeze as his lips left a trail of kisses from your jawline down your chest, before latching onto the hardening nipple. Swirling around it with his tongue, he copied the motion on the other with his fingers, tugging whenever he sucked. All night, Baizhu had been focusing on giving pleasure to your most sensitive spots, like he already had a mental map of where he should focus on.

While your attention was taken up by the stimulation to your breasts, Baizhu let his free hand snake down, across your tummy to settle between your legs. One touch of his slender fingers to your puffy folds sent you jolting forward into his neck with a moan. Thing is, that one touch was only light, nothing much to most people. But to you? Mind-numbing. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever been this sensitive to anything before.... it’s like your sensitivity to touch became enhanced. Could Baizhu have given you something to do this?

“You like that, don't you, darling? Good girl. Tell me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“Y-You daddy, s’you makin me feel good”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” With every word, he swiped the pad of his thumb against the nub of your clit. Your hips subconsciously bucked into his hand with newfound lust. Like your body was chasing after his touch after he retracted his thumb. Baizhu's fingers ghosted over the outline of your clit, prodding at your hole. Easing the tip of his index finger inside while holding you steady. When your body relaxed, letting him know you were comfortable with him inside, Baizhu pushed you to the couch so you were laying on your back with him on top. The hand that’d been holding you steady now moved from your lower back to hold your cheek softly, catching any tears that fell over your eyes.

“Fuuck, you're clamping on me so tight.. I’ve barely even started with you, never thought a little foreplay would be all it takes to get you begging for me so soon, darling.” Don’t mind him though, he’s just being all mean and teasing you! He began slowly moving his finger in and out, slightly curving it to graze your soft inner walls. He added a second finger gently, stretching them apart in a scissor motion and continuing to touch places you couldn't dream of being able to touch on your own.

“Fuuck~ ur fingers~ s'deep!” It almost felt uncomfortable, keyword almost. The tender kisses Baizhu left along your body made any kind of discomfort you felt fade away. That is until a strange feeling came creeping into the pit of your stomach. A twisting and churning sensation like a knot threatening to make your insides explode.

“Ha~~! A-Ahh! D-Daddy, feels weird..!”

“Oh? A weird feeling, you say? That's your orgasm building up, darling.” His thumb quickly swiped against the sensitive nub of your clit, “Now be a good little girl and cum for me...” Your eyes peeped open at his words, only for stars to invade your vision as the knot came undone over his fingers and the couch. Your fucked out expression caused Baizhu to smirk in satisfaction, taking pride in being the only person to ever make you orgasm; other than yourself, of course.

“Good girl... ” Baizhu glanced down to where you both connected, taking note of how his wrist was now slightly wet... Did you squirt over him? Or was it sweat? This encounter certainly left you catching your breath.. Your body twitched sporadically as your walls finally began to relax around his fingers, and you sighed in satisfaction. Feeling you come down from your high, Baizhu gently pulled his fingers out, awestruck at your essence which was now dripping down his digits.

“Daddy... love you” You reached your hands out and Baizhu took them in his own, helping your sit up and kissing your knuckles softly.

“Love you too, darling. Cuddles?” He asked, holding his arms out so you could come to him if you wanted. You practically jumped up and slid into his lap, burying your flushed face into his shoulder. ‘Oh, you’re the type to get all cute and cuddly after sexual encounters...’ Baizhu thought, but that’s fine, he’d give all the cuddles you could ever need if you asked. You feel him gently smile on the top of your head alongside wrapping his arms around your middle.

Of course, with all that Baizhu’s done for you tonight, you couldn’t just ignore how hard this encounter made him. His dick throbbed against the cloth holding it back, simply begging for him to do something to relieve it.

“Daddy, lemme help, wanna help it..” You attempted to slip off his lap to kneel between his legs, fully prepared to help him. But he tightens his hold on your body, preventing you from moving much.

“No darling, y’can help me from here.” Baizhu reassured, moving the fabric that concealed his cock out the way. It bounced back against his abdomen, splashing a little precum over his stomach. Your eyes widened, you’ve seen dicks before, (in sex-ed class), but nothing like this. His dick was much bigger than anything you ’ve seen, and certainly bigger than you think you can take. Noticing your unease, Baizhu gently took your wrist and brought your hand to touch it.

“Lemme do it with you, darling... help me feel good too, yeah?” With one arm still holding you tightly, Baizhu’s other hand joined yours, guiding you in jerking him off. Even under two people’s grips, his dick still twitched and pulsed against your hand. Biting your lip, you lean your head down to press small kisses and kitten licks to his swollen, red tip. You looked up at him, still with his tip nestled snuggly in your mouth, eyes trying to convey what you want; for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight.

At first, poor Baizhu didn’t know what to say; he didn’t want to lose his composure and ram into you so hard that it became more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but the look in your eyes conveyed that you were actually begging him to lose it. He let out a long, shaky breath before moving the hand that had been on his cock to hold your hair out of your face. He didn’t even realise he was holding his breath...

“Tap my thigh twice if it gets too much for you, ok darling?” You nodded and began easing more of him into your mouth. He almost couldn’t think straight with just his tip in your mouth, but seeing you slightly struggle to fit him in drove his size kink mad. Baizhu’s fingers raked through your soft hair before setting at the top of your neck, taking control back from you and moving your head along his shaft.

Muffled whimpers and gags mixed with Baizhu’s groans made it easy to lose oneself in ecstasy, so you never noticed the small commotion happening on the other side of the door; never noticed the amused smile on your lover’s face upon realising the trap he and the millelith set achieved it’s intended outcome. Not that you were meant to know about any of this anyway...

“Sh-! Shit, on your knees, darling” You nodded and slid his cock out of your mouth to get into position, obediently for your husband. Baizhu rose from the sofa, guiding his dick back into your mouth as soon as you settled down. This time, he allowed himself the chance to thrust his hips into your mouth, meeting the pace you originally set. His thrusts started slow and deep, becoming more desperate as the pleasure built up.

“god.. m’gonna cum darling” Baizhu’s hold on your hair tightened, pulling at the strands that were wrapped around his slender fingers. He had to lean against the nearest cabinet since his thighs were twitching so much, his legs might’ve given out on him. You have to say, Baizhu’s groans of raw pleasure were a melody you’d never get tired of hearing. Baizhu abruptly pulled out from your mouth, gently taking your hand off from his thigh to place it on his heavy, aching cock.

“Finish it off, darling.. y’did so well, wanna cum on your pretty face..” You nodded and dragged your hand across his dick, feeling the way the large bulging vein running along the underside of his shaft throbbed with need. You leaned a little further up, enough to press your lips against the sensitive skin just underneath his tip. Baizhu’s grip on your hair tightened as his free hand grasped his cock, giving it a few languid pumps.

“Keep still, sweet girl,” He could barely get the words out before the tight coil inside his slender body snapped. Creamy white cum painted your face in spurts and globs, a testament to the adoration that Baizhu had harboured for you for so long.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.28

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader Warnings: sweet moments, tree climbing Words: 2278 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39

“So that’s it then? You’re just going to roll over and let that dog have him?” Irina accosted Tanya back in her room, not bothering to keep her voice low for their guest that slumbered just down the hallway.

Tanya envied the girl for not just having Edward but also for being able to escape reality with sleep. Sleep was something Tanya dearly missed although she couldn’t remember what it felt like to be vulnerable in unconsciousness.

Her fingers rub at her eyes. “What do you want me to do, Irina? Edward has made it clear many times that he doesn’t want me. I’m exhausted of this. Let him have a mate that will drag him into danger. That seems to be what he wants.”

Like a caged animal, Irina paces back and forth further vexing her adoptive sister. “The audacity of him bringing that thing here. . . Our natural enemy. . . I don’t understand what’s going through the Cullen’s heads. Do they really desire the wrath of the Volturi? it’s like they don’t remember what happened to Sasha and Vasilii?”

“Enough Irina!!” Tanya exclaimed, startling the other. “It’s done with. I get the hint. I finally get the hint.” Her voice cracked but Tanya ignored it. “At least a wolf is better than a human. At least she’s from our world and won’t be easily killed.”

Irina’s red lips sneer. “You’re spineless.”

Already exhausted, Tanya snapped at her. “Get out of my room.”

She does so but not before slamming Tanya’s bedroom door to the point that the doorframe splintered.

Tanya sighed, finally allowing herself to sit down on her rarely used bed. Irina just made her mood even worse. But. . . Releasing Edward took a heavy weight off of her shoulders. Something she didn’t know she’d been carrying around for all these years. Maybe it was the fact that she’d never been denied by a man before. Not even other male vampires turned away from her advances. Edward though had always been a different story.

She wouldn’t lie if anyone pointed out that it hurt her pride. That and how could she not fall for someone like him? He was chivalrous, a real gentleman. Somehow through all the horror he’d been through, Edward still maintained the gentleness of a human soul. Incredibly rare among vampires, it was all the more endearing to Tanya. She could see a future with him. A mate to call her own. Edward never thought of her like that though.

Her eyes burned viciously with tears she could no longer produce. This was a long time coming but it was still painful. Especially having to see them together shy as they find footing in their new relationship.In that aspect, Tanya would admit that they were cute together in an odd way which made her feel even worse.

She'd never seen Edward like that after decades of knowing him. He was always calm and collected and annoyingly stoic at times. That flash of anger he'd shown her was alarming as was his helplessness toward the situations facing him. Her own life hadn't gone quite as planned. A young Tanya would have never guessed that she would be turned into an immortal creature that survived off of the blood of others. Life was funny that way. Even after being turned there were surprise twists that caught her off guard like Sasha breaking one of the Volturi's most important rules: not turning children. They still had no answer as to why Sasha would doom herself like that. She'd known it was illegal and the penalty was death. Not just her death but the destruction of the newborn she had created so flippantly. The scene forever clear in Tanya's memory banks. She still remembered the red eyes of Dimitri, Felix and Marcus. How after the execution of Sasha, the went after the immortal child Vasili. He especially would not be spared even if he was guiltless. By the law of nature he especially shouldn't exist. Even among vampires, turning children was considered an abominable act.

Edward was no exception to the game of fate.

Neither was that wolf girl.

Your sleep was fitful at best since you found it difficult to even relax enough to fall asleep. The predator in you would not be lulled, not when it smells adversaries in the same living space as you. Both human and wolf were somewhat grateful when the sun finally began to stream through the window curtains. You wouldn't have to keep forcing yourself into a sleep that was alluding you.

The electric clock that was on the nightstand told you that you had only been asleep for a handful of hours.

Brain already alert, you start washing up and attempting to look presentable. You were brushing out your hair when you smelled it: pancakes. A loud gurgle rips from your stomach and you can't remember the last time you ate. It must've been when Edward had stopped for gas and you got down to get some road snacks. Even that impromptu meal consisted of food that lacked nutrition.

Delectably tempting, you allow your nose to lead you outside of the guest room you’d occupied and into the hallway.

The second level of the grand Denali house was large to accommodate all of its occupants. Halls in the shape of a giant ‘L’ shape. Guest room was at the far end, closest to the staircase. Much like the outside of the cabin, the inside was fashioned with dark woods.

You turn when you hear someone making their way up the steps. Edward stops halfway up and smiles at you. “How did you sleep?”

Hating that exhilarating shyness his smile reduced you to, there was nothing you could do about the grin that spread across your lips. You lie and assure him you were well rested. Acting the part was easy for you considering adrenaline was pumping through you from the very moment Edward pulled the car into the long driveway that led to their hidden home.

“Kate’s made you some breakfast.” Edward gestures with his head downstairs.

As if in a reply, your stomach lets out a whiney growl.

Edward full heartedly laughs. You follow him down and into the kitchen.

Seeing a vampire doing simple domestic things was an odd scene to stumble upon. Kate was just setting down a plate with three perfectly shaped pancakes. Did they happen to have ingredients for pancakes or were they bought specifically for your visit? There was no reason for a vampire to have human food in their pantries and fridge. From what you knew about the Cullens, you knew their cooking appliances were simply for show.

Tanya has her back pressed against the fridge, watching her sister until you and Edward walk in.

”Good morning, (y/n).” Kate looks up at you with a pleasant smile. “Edward, we would like to speak to (y/n) privately.”

Worriedly he glances at you. You nod confidently and shoo him off with your hand.

Reluctantly he leaves you with them.

“Thank you for breakfast. I appreciate but you really didn’t have to.” You take the chair where the plate had been set in front of. Internally you were scolding the hairs on your neck that were stick straight up. The scent of unfamiliar vampires really did a number on you. You felt the smallest of tremors run along your spine.

“It was no trouble at all.” Kate waves you off and takes the seat across from you. Tanya stays put where she is but turns her body toward where you and Kate are sitting. “Despite all that’s happened with your pack and Laurent, we want you to feel welcomed. Edward and all of the Cullens have been are greatest friends for years.”

“Which leads me to apologize for how I came out you.” Tanya begrudgingly tells you. “You’re here on a mission of diplomacy and have done nothing but be polite.”

A moment was required to observe her and see if she really meant it. Tanya held your gaze in complete earnest.

“Thank you. I understand your apprehension though. As for Irina. . . I would say my pack regret killing Laurent, but we were just doing our job in protecting the humans of Forks.”

Tanya shook her head. “Laurent didn’t even stay with us for that long. Personally, I was never attached to him.”

“He spent enough time here to enarmor Irina.” Kate points out. “You and your pack were in the right. He was acting upon aggression.”

Pushing off the fridge, Tanya goes over to the table. “You have to understand something about the three of us though. The Volturi killed the woman who created us because she broke a tenant law. We all watched her head be wrenched from her shoulders. When they find out about Bella and Edward, they will come. The punishment will be most severe when they discover the wolves.”

“I’ve been told it’s not wise to get on the Volturi’s bad side.” You nod and put your first forkful of pancake into your mouth. Your tastebuds celebrate. “From what I understand though, is that the wolves the Volturi hunted centuries ago are different from us. At least that’s what the Cullens and Sam have decided.”

“They will not care of your origins. Only that you are natural born vampire killers. You existence still poses a threat to them.” Tanya grimaces. “And Irina. . . Well, we’re concerned what Irina might do behind our backs. We only hold so much influence over her. We fear that out of spite she may alert the Volturi herself about you.”

Kate says in acknowledgment “She’s always been the most stubborn in her convictions. We really do want to support you and the Cullens. They’ve helped us numerous times. It would be nice to return the favor.”

“Kate and I talked it over last night. We’ll do our best to change Irina’s mind but if she does end up going to the Volturi. . .” Tanya flinches at her own words, not wanting to speak them aloud. She didn’t want to entertain the idea of punishing her sister.

“We’ll figure it out if it comes to that.” Kate places her hand over Tanya’s and gives it a squeeze. They were as much of a family as the Cullens, you realize. Her placating hand was indeed enough to comfort Tanya for she smiles gratefully and nods. “And when the time comes to fend off the Volturi, we will be by your side.”

There was an overwhelming wave of relief that had you wanting to cry and laugh at the same time. No words could be found to express the depths of your gratitude. A few more allies added to your roster.

After breakfast there was still no sign of Irina but Eleazar informs you and Edward that Carmen was out in the woods with her to have a heart to heart discussion.

You and Edward would be returning to Forks the same day. Your adrenaline may have diminished after your talk with Kate and Tanya but you still missed home and longed to return to your furs. Even going a day and a half without transforming made your human skin itch. You’d have to ask Sam if that was normal and if he experienced anything similar.

To pass the time, Edward and Eleazar show you to outside their house and the natural beauty of Alaska. When the house was being built, they made sure to have it so hardly any trees would be knocked down. They wanted the house to be as immersed in the natural backdrop as possible.

Summer heat warms your skin, crisp air almost singe your lungs. You ran your fingers over the coarse bark of towering trees and close your eyes to listen to the regional birds sing. Even better was Edward next to you right in the sunlight. The skin of both he and Eleazar were illuminated by the sun’s light. Certain angles gave them the affect of glittering even.

Eleazar caught you staring, he smiles and explains the unique qualities of vampire skin. Their diamond-like skin reflected sunlight prismatically. There was still so much you were learning about vampires.

Another hour was spent just enjoying the outdoors. You climbed trees to get a better view, amazed by how fast Edward and Eleazar could scale them. Getting to the top was quite the experience. The sky above was the most gorgeous shade of blue with whisp of clouds dotted here and there.

Carmen was waiting for the three of you in the backyard. She smiles at the exhilaration that had been on your face prior to spotting her. “Did you guys have fun?”

Edward, at the mention of how they spent the afternoon, smiles. “Yeah. Really fun. Irina?”

She sighs and leans against the outdoor furniture. “I’ve settled her down but she needs more time. Right now she’s just grieving what they could have been had Laurent not been killed. There’s not many opportunities for finding a mate living here. Even before we joined them, they hadn’t encountered many male vampires that weren’t complete jerks.”

You guess since not many vampires congregate together that not all would be lucky like Carmen and Eleazar.

“We’ll keep a close eye on her though.” She says with a hopeful smile.

“Thank you, Carmen.” You and Edward accidentally say at the same time. Her laugh is so soothing that you don’t even feel embarrassed.

She actually embraces you tightly. “Both of you should get going, but I’m so happy that you were able to come (y/n).”

“Me too.”

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#edward cullen #edward cullen fanfic #edward cullen fanfiction #edward cullen x reader #twilight #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #twilight fandom #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction

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hot-crossedbuns · 7 months

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being trans is so weird.

I'm trans masc. in transitioning towards presenting more masculine. if I could I would have a hysterectomy and top surgeryl right now.

but I just saw a Reddit thread about "girl secrets" and I found myself in the comments of hundreds of people describing the mundane aspects of their womanhood, like making sure you get the leftovers out when you shower at the of of you period or the weird adjustment thing you have to do with your boobs sometimes when trying to sleep.

My hair has always been a source of dysphoria for me, always being complimented on my hair, long and thick, natural highlights and gentle curls. all I ever wanted until I finally gave in at 17 was to chop it all off. I'd get a buzz cut if it meant people stopped seeing me from behind and immediately clocking me as a girl because it went right down my back even in my ratty ponytail.

but I saw this tiktok on how women often swoosh their pony tails behind them when they walk, because it's fun. and it is! I always found some joy in that before I finally cut it off and felt pride in my hair for the first time ever.

my co-workers are all women, cisgender women who don't know that I'm not one of them. to them I'm just the short haired lesbian that works shifts with them. but this means they include me in their monthy girls nights and I get to feel the joy of being the inside of some secret club I never really felt a part of as a kid. it's fun hearing them chat shit about their exes, talk about those weird things that only happen to women because of our anatomy.

and yet, I'm taking steps to turn away from that, because while these spaces are safe and familiar to me, they what's felt unnatural and like I was intruding on something not meant for me.

I'm taking these steps to look and be seen the way that makes me confident and empowered, and yet I'm time I'll lose the experience of talking to random women fixing their make up in the at the mirrors in public toilets, or seeing 5 drunk women tell a random stranger she's beautiful when they find her ex left her for someone prettier.

Men don't have that support. and I'll lose that forever when I transition.

and yeah, once I visibly transition I don't have to be as afraid of walking home at night, and yeah i won't have to hear drunk old men hit on me after telling me I look like their grandaughters, and yeah I won't have to deal with sexist jokes made at my expense by my guy friends.

but once women stop seeing me as a woman and start seeing me for me, suddenly my past, my whole childhood, where i believed I would be a woman the rest of my life, suddenly changes meaning.

if I were to talk about those weirdly sexual and creepy comments my best friends boyfriend made for months, it's just guys being dudes. if I mention the time my boss's boyfriend smacked my ass during a busy shift, it's just a bro tap. if I mention how random guys at work often try to hug me or hold my hands or call me pet names, it stops being harassment and just starts being guys messing about.

if I mention how my cramps can immobilise me, or how much I hate wearing tampons or how dogs do that weird thing where they just keep sniffing your crotch or how sometimes my ovary cramps and it's rock hard beneath the skin, or how frustrating it is when your period comes 2 days early and ruins the underwear you liked or it's a week late for absolutely no god forsaken reason and your hormones are all over the place, and you're moody, tired, angry, sad, hungry bloated and nauseous all at once, they're just look at me all funny because his could I, someone who looks and presents as a guy, possibly know what it's like to be a woman.

as if I didn't live as one for 20 years.

as if I didn't plan to live my life as a woman.

as if I didn't grow up being someone's daughter, sister or niece.

as if I didn't expect to be someone's mother, wife or aunt.

being trans is weird, because once you realise it, all of your life experience slowly stops mattering.

it's weird because yes I want the world to separate me from who they always assumed I would be, yes I want them to stop seeing me as that little girl who didn't quite know how to be a girl. yes I want them to see me the way I've always felt I was supposed to be... but I don't want them to only see the masc side of me.

my girlhood, my femininity, my lived experience as a female in the 21st century all helped shape who I am now, and just because I'm trans doesn't mean that goes away.

but no one really sees that.

and yeah, it's a good thing, it means the world is finally starting to see me for who I've always known myself to be.

but knowing that part of me is slowly fading is weird.

being trans is so weird.

and so frustrating.

all at once.

#im just having a weird time #dysphorias been kicking my ass #and that reddit post about 'girl secrets' really fucked me up a little #anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk #trans #transgender #transmasc #trans man #trans issues #lgbtq

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Hi, I'm a recent fan of your writing and I absolutely love it, you're so talented. I would like to do a resquet, because I love your work.

So, what do you think of a story where the reader is Rick's daughter (about 19/20) and Daryl has been in love with her since Atlanta, but has always avoided her because of the age difference and the fact that she is Rick's daughter. One day he ends up having to go with her on a run (Alexandria Era) and a strong storm ends up forcing them to take shelter in an old cabin. There they find a bottle of Whiskey and the reader admits to having feelings for Daryl and goes into him, he hesitates to have sex with her, but he ends up giving in. Age gap, him calling her baby girl, a little bit of choking, overstimulation, maybe a daddy kink, you know... That sort of thing.

Thank you in advance, even if I don't accept the request <3

Ps: Sorry for the bad english, my native language is not english.

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A/n: Sorry that I wrote this after such a long time. I’m going to be trying to write all the requests now over the summer. My requests will still be open, of course. By the way please send more grimes!reader requests because I love doing them so much. HAVEN’T PROOFREAD!

Category: Smut mostly

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Grimes!reader

Season: 5

Warnings: Age-gap, choking, face fucking, rough smut, swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex (male&female!receiving), overstimulation, use of the word daddy & babygirl, hitting it raw

Word count: 3.6k

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Alexandria was peaceful, too peaceful. But it didn’t bring any peace or comfort to Y/n. Or any other person in their group besides Carl and Judith. The broad shouldered archer looked stressed from where Y/n was watching him with hearts in her eyes. The things she thought about doing to him to help him relax. Thinking about loosening his belt while on her knees in front of him, pulling out in throbbing length, licking her lips, ready to take it all-

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” Carl was standing in front of his older sister snapping his fingers, trying to get her attention.

“What?” She was annoyed at him for ruining her daydream.

“Dad said you have to go on a run with Daryl.” He informed.

“Why can’t dad or someone else do it?” Y/n groaned, not wanting to be stuck with Daryl.

It’s like torture for her. He turns her on without even knowing it, a single look and that’s it. When this whole thing started Y/n was just 17, almost 18. On her 18th birthday back at the small camp in Atlanta was when she had her first conversation with Daryl. Since then over the years Y/n’s crush on him had only grown stronger and stronger.

“Because, he wanted to make sure things around here doesn’t go wrong.” He said. “He isn’t sure if he can trust these people yet.” Carl whispered.

“Fine. I’ll go.” Y/n stood up from the stairs she was sitting on.

“Daryl’s waiting for you at the gate,” Carl pointed Daryl's way.

“I know where he is...” Y/n mumbled to herself.

Y/n walked up to the gate where Daryl was standing by a car with his arms crossed. His muscles flex when he reaches up to scratch his scalp. Y/n cleared her throat and rinsed her mind from all the thoughts about Daryl's arms before asking.

“Got everything we need?”

“Uh, yeah...” Daryl said awkwardly.

“Great, let’s go.” Y/n replied shortly while walking around the car to then get into the passenger seat.

Daryl got into the driver's seat and started the car. The engine roared louder than usual since none of the two said a word. Tara opened the gate for them and Daryl drove out then started driving down the road, towards the location Rick wanted them to go take a look at. Halfway of the drive had passed and still none of them had said a word. No music was playing and there wasn’t any traffic noise. Just pure silence that Y/n was about to break.

“Do you think it will last?”

With that she captured Daryl's attention as he glanced over at her for a second.

“What?” He asked.

“With the Alexandrians, I mean do you think they’re nice people? Or that they are just pretending and are going to try and fucking kill us all?” Y/n asked, leaving Daryl a little surprised at her vulgar choice of words.

“Dunno...hope not.”

“I don’t think they’re pretending because no one there can cause any harm.” Y/n said.

“Why’s that?”

“No one there except Aaron has never killed a walker or even been near one. If a herd comes and knocks the walls down, how the hell would all of these people survive? They don’t even know how to use guns or knives.” Y/n explained.

“Yer right, I dunno what they want from us...” Daryl confessed. “We’re here.”

Y/n looked up, confusion washing over her.

“The woods?” Everything in front of her was just trees, Daryl had parked somewhere on a small muddy path that just fit for the car. “What are we going to find here?”

“Yer dad and I came across a bunker when we were ‘ere last time, it was filled with different supplies but we didn’t have any bags.”

“Alright then,” Y/n sighed softly and hopped out of the car.

Daryl started walking into the forest with Y/n right behind him. At one point it rained a little but they didn’t think much of it since it was just a little, but it was a little weird when it was this hot. They kept walking trying to find the bunker, marking up where they’d already been. All of a sudden the extremely loud bang of thunder was heard making the two of them jump. A massive amount of rain started pouring down pushing past the trees in the woods. Daryl looked up to the sky through the trees.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he cursed to himself, knowing what a sky looks like when the weather is not going to be very good.

“What is it?” Y/n asked clueless, making Daryl turn to her.

“This ain’t gon’ pass soon, we better search for somewhere to stay...” Daryl explained to her. “Come on...!” He waved at Y/n to follow him when he started jogging further into the woods.

The two had been jogging around for a couple of minutes while the weather was getting worse. It had started to become extremely windy, hail that hurt had started to put down and the thunder had continued.

“Over there!” Daryl pointed and yelled out so that you’d hear him over the wind that was currently attacking the pair’s eardrums. “Come on!” He sped up faster to reach the wooden cabinet he’d found.

The two of them got inside, both of their faces red and cold. The sound of hail and strong wind banged loudly against every corner of the cabin's walls. Y/n wasn’t wearing a jacket, thinking it wouldn’t rain. So right now she was shaking from the cold wind and rain. Her hair was messed up, tangled, wet and frizzy. She wiped her face to get rid of all the water, breathing heavier than usual from running. Daryl was currently checking the place for walkers, seeing if this cabin was safe.

He walked back to where Y/n was standing at the door. Her wet baggy t-shirt hanging down showing off her cleavage, Daryl felt himself getting hard at the sight. He quickly shrugged the thoughts in his head off, he couldn’t do that to Rick. That would be a disgusting thing to do to his best friend. It’s his first born child.

“Yer freezin’” Daryl mumbled before he rushed to her side.

He put his jacket around her, then guided the two of them to sit down on some couch that wasn't looking too scabby. Y/n warmed up for a couple minutes while looking around the cabin.

“Aren’t you cold?” She asked Daryl.

“Nah, ‘M good.” He answered her question.

“It’s only going to get colder,” Y/n said and looked into Daryl's eyes. “I’m not cold anymore, I’ll go look for some stuff for us to keep us warm.” She told the archer as she stood up. “See if you can find anything useful.”

The two of them searched the cabin for anything useful. Daryl didn’t find much, a couple of cans with dried jerky in them. Y/n found a blanket that could keep the two of them warm. She was looking intensely searching every corner. Daryl was sitting on the couch again waiting for her to come back.

“Look what I found!” Y/n smiled while dangling a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

“Nah, yer not drinkin’ anythin’ Y/n,” Daryl stood up quickly, snatching the bottle from her hands.

He didn’t want to get drunk because he’s an asshole when he’s drunk, and that he’d probably say some stuff or do some shit that would expose how he feels for Y/n. She pouted at him and huffed annoyed, then snatched the bottle from his hand. Quickly taking off the cap and putting the liquor into her mouth.

“Hey!” Daryl yelled trying to take the bottle from her, making her giggle in return. “Give it to me! Ya shouldn’t be drinkin’ that shit!”

“Come on Daryl! Don’t be such a party-pooper!” She chuckled.

Though, Daryl didn’t think this was funny. He continuously tried to snatch the bottle while she held it up in the air, constantly switching places back and forth.

“Just one sip Daryl, please!” Y/n pushed him back so that he stumbled a bit then held the bottle out to him.

“Fine...” he breathed.

Daryl took the bottle softly out of her hands and brought it up to his lips. He couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach from thinking that her lips had just been wrapped where his were at the moment.

“Now let me have another sip!” Y/n exclaimed excitedly.

She took the bottle out of Daryl's soft grip and poured it down her throat.

“’Kay, that’s enough.” He murmured then took the bottle to then drink some more.

Y/n sat down on the couch and watched as Daryl drank the strong whiskey like it was nothing. For each second that passed by the more attractive Daryl started to look. The more Y/n wanted his strong body pressed against hers. He passed the liquor back to her which she happily accepted. She patted on the couch next to her telling Daryl to sit down. Y/n took a big sip then looked Daryl deeply in the eyes. The alcohol started to take effect on her.

“Daryl...” she whispered softly, capturing his attention for him to look at her.

“Hmm?” he hums, watching her putting the bottle down onto the floor.

“I really like you, you know...” Y/n confessed making Daryl flustered.

She started scooting closer to Daryl slowly. Putting her hand on his thigh, listening to his breathing picking up and becoming heavier. He had his eyes glued on hers. Panic rising inside him. Was this actually happening? Did she just say that?

“Do you want to fuck me?” she whispered sensually into his ear, putting her hand just above his growing erection. “Cause I want you to fuck me hard Daryl...” Y/n nibbled on his earlobe. “I’ve always wanted that...”

“Yer drunk.” He grunted when Y/n started to rub his now hard dick through his jeans. “Y/n...”

“Yeah?” She hummed and leaned in to kiss him, Daryl just sat there thinking about what he was supposed to do.

He really wanted this, Y/n kissing his neck and jaw, making him feel butterflies in his stomach, but what would Rick say or do when he found out. The alcohol rushing through his body was telling him to do it, give her what she wants. His mind told him no, it’s not a good idea. So much would change with him and Rick. He liked Y/n a lot, he had liked her for a long time but everything would change so drastically.

“’M too old for ya... and what will yer dad do when he finds out?” Daryl asked her.

“He won’t know, please Daryl, fuck me.” Y/n breathed in his ear and unzipped his jeans. “Please.”

She pulled out his erection, licking her lips. Without missing a beat shelled down from the couch and sat on her knees in front of him.

“Are you okay with this...?” she asked him and fluttered her eyelashes when she looked him in the eyes.

Daryl was in too deep now to shut this down. His dick was screaming out for her, he wanted her. He had been wanting her for such a long time and he could have her now.

“Yah...” he grunted when Y/n took a hold of his dick and licked a stripe up his thick length.

Daryl watched intensely as Y/n teased him, licking up and down his shaft. He let out a throaty moan when she started to suck harshly on his tip. Daryl's hands went to her head at an instant, desperately wanting her to take his length into her mouth, to take it all, as far as he could get down her throat.

This was a fantasy come true for Y/n. She had dreamt of this for a while, sucking Daryl off. In her fantasy he was always stressed about something, and now, he was a little stressed about the fact that if Rick found out, Daryl was a deadman.

She parted her mouth, wrapped her lips around his cock, then started moving her head up and down slowly, sucking his dick. Daryl moaned, grunted and pushed his hips up. Though, this speed was not enough for him. He gripped Y/n’s hair and started bobbing her head up and down his length. Y/n gripped his thighs when he caused her to start gagging as he had started to face fuck her roughly. Bucking his hips up into her mouth, her nose hitting his pubic region, his pubic hairs tickling her, tears running down from her eyes from all the gagging.

Daryl felt himself starting to get close and knew he had to stop himself from coming in her mouth, because if he did then he wouldn’t be able to fuck her as good. He pulled her off of him, breathing heavily, sweat shining on his forehead. Y/n gasped for air when he released her, coughing as she breathed, she wiped away the drool on her chin then looked up at Daryl with innocence shining in her eyes. Daryl had his forearm against his forehead, eyes closed, still breathing heavily, calming down from what had just happened. He looked down into her eyes, the sight of her tear stained cheeks and messed up hair was all beauty to Daryl.

“Come ‘ere.” He groaned and pulled her up from the floor as he stood up.

Daryl took his vest and shirt off, then the shoes, socks, pants and finally his underwear leaving him completely naked. Y/n reached out to touch him but Daryl stopped her. Gripping her hands, he tossed her down onto the couch and pinned her to it.

“Ya still sure ya want this?” He mumbled then leaned in to kiss her neck.

“Yes, please Daryl.” Y/n gasped when he took her shirt off aggressively.

She kicked her boots and socks off, meanwhile Daryl kissed down from her neck to her cloth covered breasts.

“Yer so damn beautiful,” he whispered loud enough for Y/n to hear into her skin.

Daryl unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor. He hummed amused before going in to start playing around with her nipples. He bit down around her nipple, then sucked, kissed and licked on them.

“Daryl,” Y/n whimpered.

He continued moving down onto her body, from her tits to her jeans, leaving sloppy kisses all the way. Daryl undid her jeans then slid them off, he let his hands slide from her knees down to her inner thighs, pressing roughly, pushing her legs apart. Y/n rolled her hips as Daryl lowered his head and started kissing around her covered core.

“Please,” she breathed out, begging.

Daryl kissed her on her core then dragged her panties off. Y/n sucked in a sharp breath, getting ready for Daryl to go down on her. He wanted to do it because this was his chance to please her, his chance to make love to her, his chance to make her feel good, Daryl didn’t know if he’d get another one of those chances. He needed to taste her and feel her wrapped tightly around him.

“Shit,” Y/n breathed out sharply when Daryl wrapped his lips around her clit and started sucking harshly.

She wrapped her thighs around his head, trapping him between her legs. Y/n’s hands traveled down to grip Daryl hair when he started tongue fucking her before going back to sucking on her hard clit. His stubble ticklishly scratched her inner thighs, making her shiver. She bucked her hips up into Daryl's face when he started moving his tongue in another motion over her clit, pace faster than before. Daryl then roughly grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto the couch.

“Daryl!” She cried, her hips trying to move under his grip.

He fucked her hole as far as he could with his tongue until he decided it wasn’t enough. Daryl went back to flicking his tongue over her clit. Then Y/n completely lost it when Daryl stuck two fingers into her entrance.

“Oh!” She arched her back. “Fuck, Daryl!”

Every time Y/n cried out for him, he sped up his pace and fucked her harder with his fingers. His fingers moved fast inside her, he curled them at the perfect time and then fucked her roughly, ramming his fingers into her to the knuckle.

“I’m gonna cum!* Y/n cried even louder now, she was feeling herself getting closer to her orgasm as the seconds went by.

The knot in her stomach was begging to become undone, Daryl thrusted his fingers deep in her over and over again. His tongue flicking over her clit, then sucking on it harder and harder. When he curled his fingers at that exact spot inside Y/n, she felt herself becoming undone.

“Shit!” she shrieked.

Daryl felt her juices starting to stream out of her. He licked her before sitting up, wiping his chin. He watched as Y/n laid there, legs shaking, breathing heavily. His boner was starting to become painful at the moment. He needed to get inside her as soon as possible. Daryl got on top of her once again, this time with his head at the same level as hers.

“Ya ready babygirl?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Y/n looked up into his piercing blue eyes.

Daryl leant down to kiss her, she kissed him back the second his lips were planted on hers. He lined himself up at her entrance when they finally broke the kiss. Daryl was already panting with his lips planted barely a millimeter away from her forehead, he was already panting even though he hadn’t even entered her yet. When he slid inside her warmth Daryl had to restrain himself from letting out a long groan. Y/n gasped when he slammed back inside her after he had pulled back out. Her core had been aching for Daryl for what felt like an eternity and now Y/n was finally able to fulfill her fantasies about Daryl. Though, she didn’t know how he was in bed yet or if he’d like to be called something other than his name. This was their first time and she didn’t want to scare him away immediately.

Daryl started moving faster and faster on top of her, him fucking into her pool of wetness making sounds that sounded like music to the two adults. When Daryl rammed in with a lot more force than before Y/n let out a moan into his ear, she could’ve sworn that made him growl. Daryl put one hand down onto the couch steading himself on it as he repeatedly fucked into Y/n with a steady but rapid rhythm. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to go deeper and deeper. She moaned out loud repeatedly, slowly losing the ability to speak.

“Fuck!” Y/n moaned. “Harder, please!”

He listened to whatever she wanted then gave it to her at an instant. She arched her back when he started to go harder, burying her nails into his back, slowly scratching him down his entire back.

“Faster Daryl!” She pleaded. “I’m almost there!”

“Shit,”he let out in a breathy moan.

Daryl gripped her hip with his other hand, pinning her stomach down against the couch, giving himself access to fuck into her faster. He rammed into her brutally hard making Y/n gasp when he hit her special spot.

“Do that again.” She breathed heavily into his ear.

And so he did, Daryl rammed inside her once again earning another gasp from her. He felt her starting to clench tighter and tighter around his thick length.

“You like that?” He whispered into Y/n’s ear when he’d lower his head down so that it was next to hers.

“Shit, yeah!” Y/n cried when he did it again. “I’m gonna- Fuck daddy!”

Her eyes widened when she had realized what she said right when she came all over his dick and pubes. Daryl moaned when he heard what she had said. He had never had a woman call him that while he was having sex with them but he liked it. He didn't know whether it was because it was just Y/n that had practically screamed it or that he had just never been called it in that way before. Daryl thought it sounded so weird to have some girl call you that while doing it but turns out it wasn't so bad. It actually just pushed Daryl closer to find his release while he continuously fucked into Y/n.

“Say that again babygirl, shit.” He moaned out.

“Daddy!” Y/n cried when Daryl started getting rougher and rougher with his thrusts.

“Again.” He grunted feeling that he was almost at the finish line.

When Y/n suddenly lost the ability to speak due to Daryls purely brutal thrusts he threw one of her shaking legs over his shoulder and gripped her jaw.

“Say it, bitch.” Y/n felt herself get even hotter even though she had just had one of the best climaxes of her life. “Who am I?”

“Daddy!”

Daryl grunted loudly when he felt that he had passed the finish line. He filled her up with his seed, coating her walls. Y/n was breathing heavily as he rode out his orgasm.

“Shit.” Daryl grunted when he collapsed down beside her.

He looked into Y/n’s eyes and could see the mischief dancing around in them. “Just don’t tell my dad about this,” she smirked. “Daddy...”

Daryl couldn’t help but chuckle, what the hell had he gotten himself into?

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minicoffee00 · 6 months

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Up and Coming Part 2

Again so I can actually organise my life, because being a uni student and having a job is harder than I thought… I now have a ROUGH schedule for the next few weeks of when something may be uploaded.

Get your diaries ready folks!

Also please let me know in the comments if you guys like other fandoms and what that reach is.

Right now I’m heavily hyper fixated on the Formula 1, it’s always been a part of my life because of my dad, and I was obsessed when I was younger then throughout covid when they streamed and media was funny, and I was alone and grasping for any type of realism, it was all I would watch aswell as Marvel and StarWars. And now it has resurfaced … so if you guys enjoy any other fandoms and you’d want me to write for them I’d be more than happy too!

TBP / too be posted

Fast Changes Part 7 Azriel x Reader

Plot: You are Feyre’s younger twin and get sent into the Cauldron with your sisters coming out as high fae. What happens on this journey

TBP: 13/11/23

The one that got away Part 2 Rhysand x Reader x ?

Plot: you are the closest thing Rhysand has to a mate before he is taken away by Amarantha, what happens when you haven’t seen the man you adore and love in 50 years to come back claiming he has found his mate and he wants nothing more to do with you.

TBP: 14/11/23

You’re killing me Part 2 Morrigan x Reader

Plot: Morrigan finds her mate, finally after years of not being out to her family and refuses to come out to her family still. And her mate becomes insecure thinking she doesn’t think she’s worthy of the Morrigan.

TBP: 16/11/23

I’m just here as a distraction right? Part 2 Lucien x Reader

Plot: After Lucien finds out Elain is his mate, he spends the first year pining after her. After seeing her getting closer to Azriel and her found family in the Night Court, he starts to have feelings for a High Fae Girl who stumbled in Jurian, Vassa and Lucien’s home.

TBP: 17/11/23

You never saw me Nesta x Sister Reader

Plot: you are the second youngest Archeron sister in the family and get fed up with the way that Nesta and Elain did nothing to help. So you ended up getting a job as a mercenary and became a hollow shell of your former self. You provide for Feyre and Feyre alone, supplying her with food and better weapons. What happens when you find she has been taken to the fae realm?

TBP: 17/11/23

Baking and Shaking Elain x f! reader

Plot: You find some peace in Elain, and slowly start to fall for her and somehow you also manage to woo the soft girl … her fav activity to do with you is bake as it’s one of the only places SHE has the upper hand and can tease you, but you won’t fold!

TBP: 18/11/23

Fuck Buddies Hellion x Reader

Plot: every year, your High Lord of the day court chooses a young female to have as his companion in hopes he will find his mate.

TBP: 20/11/23

Look what you made me do Part 3 Eris x Reader

Plot: Eris is your mate, and when you’ve tried your hardest of a long week to see himself and Nesta dancing together, you run away.

20/11/23

Winter Solstice Kallias x Reader

Plot: we’ve heard of winter solstice in the Night Court but just imagine Winter Solstice in the court of eternal winter with your love

21/11/23

Massive break until the first of December for my 24 days of Christmas!

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atopvisenyashill · 8 days

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What do you think the age ranges are in HotD? It is very obvious Aemma wasn't eleven when she married or fifteen when she had Rhaenyra. There is no second Great Council and Aemma is visibly pregnant with Rhaenyra so I putting her at 20 and Viserys at 25 making them 35 and 40 in the first episode. I think Daemon is around 3Oish. Alicent is 16/17 to Rhaenyra 14/15.

Alright putting my ages on top and then i’ll kinda ramble a bit haha-

Viserys - like 24ish in flashback, just shy of 40 in the first episode

Aemma - like 19 in flashback, somewhere around 33-34 in the first episode

Daemon - like 25-27 in the first episode

Rhaenyra - lower end of 15

Alicent - lower end of 14

Okay so my read on Aemma and Viserys in that flashback and also their relationship is still that they married really young - i got the impression that they’ve been partners for a very long time, long enough that Aemma feels comfortable putting her foot down with him which still means imo that Aemma got married a bit young (also as kingcunny said a few days ago, i got the feeling that part of why Laena freaks him out but Alicent doesn’t is because all he sees when he looks at Laena is his guilt over killing Aemma, which means they were young when they married too to me). I landed somewhere on her being sixteen and him being like 21-22 ish when they marry, so she’s like 19 in the flashback, and he’s like 25ish, so roughly around the same age as you clocked too. Which then makes him like 40ish when he marries Alicent and like….58ish when he dies?

With Daemon, I kept getting the impression he was like…..still considered a young hot shot but also old enough that his behavior is getting a bit troubling bc it’s not straightening out. And tbh…..Idk if it was just because Matt Smith reads a bit young in general to me but I guess I got the impression that the age difference between him and Viserys was more severe, like young enough that he has more of a “big sister” relationship with Aemma than a “we are both lil rascals” thing they had in book canon (or at least that’s MY read of all of them in book canon, is that up until Rhaenys’ marriage, Gael, Rhaenys, Aemma, Daemon, & Viserys were all kinda running wild in the Keep, and probably Rhaenys was excitedly telling Aemma and Gael that they can visit whenever they want, but don’t miss her too much because she’ll have to move back to the Red Keep after she has a son so she and Aemon can train her son to be king, obviously). Anyways, I clocked him as like 26ish, so quite a bit younger than you. That makes him like almost 30 when he marries Laena, and then like 45-46 when the Dance kicks off. Which, part of why I like him being a bit younger is because he’s around the same age as Viserys is when Viserys started getting really obviously sick (we see his hand fucked up by the time he’s 40, and he’s struggling to get around already by 42-43 when Helaena is about to be born), and I like to think this adds to his general erraticness during the last episode - not just that Viserys is dead, Viserys chose Rhaenyra over him, but now he’s the age Viserys is when he started to decline and he’s got jack shit to show for it, not even Viserys’ love.

For the girls I guess I just…..from the way Alicent dresses, it made me feel she’s only recently ~flowered~ whereas Rhaenyra has been A Maiden for a bit longer. Rhaenyra feels much more aware of her body and beauty, wearing clothes that are cut closer and in a more flattering way (or well, they’re trying haha, some of those cuts were bad) whereas Alicent especially in that introduction scene and her awkwardness at the tourney, made me feel like she’s very new to puberty. Like, Rhaenyra went through her awkward phase, she’s fine, it’s why she thinks so often about how much she doesn’t want to marry, whereas Alicent kinda shot up recently and overnight, and it’s made her more awkward as a result.

#asks #riana one

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a-wins-a-win · 7 months

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mouse's attempted B;APO timeline

aka i was writing an irrelevant detail in a silly little fic and it occurred to me that oh wait i could actually think about this!!

credit where credit's due - i am using this timeline right here (from @hearmyvoicee) as a base, but i have some particular thoughts/interpretations of my own + felt like using 2001 dates! (bc why not, ya know? keep it basically of the time it opened) so this whole thing is mostly for my own reference, but if it makes sense to any of y'all as well? great <;3 [keeping it under the cut for my own sanity + yours]

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Sunday, January 7 [the feast of the Epiphany is celebrated on January 6th, or the closest Sunday to that date - in the case of 2001, that's the 7th]

Epiphany

Monday - Friday, January 8 - 12 [ i swear on my life someone mentioned to me once that it's generally accepted that You & I spans several days?? i cannot find who or where but someone tell me i'm not going insane ]

You & I

Friday, January 12 [the friday is entirely arbitrary, just seems the type of day you'd hold auditions - give it a week to stir interest, cast on friday, start up your rehearsals from the next monday onwards] [i have never been in theater though, so don't hold me to that]

Role Of A Lifetime

Auditions

Plain Jane Fatass

Thursday, February 22 [to me the phrase "we'll meet in Tanya's room on Friday night" implies that it's not yet Friday + in theory the song takes place during study hall, so an actual weekday? so to that end it could be any day monday-thursday, the specifics not mattering in particular, but i arbitrarily went with thursday so that Ivy’s birthday lines up right]

Wonderland

Friday, February 23

A Quiet Night At Home

Rolling

Best Kept Secret

Wednesday, February 28 [borrowing from the previous timeline for this one - the Lent + Ash Wednesday significance makes sense] [to that end, Ash Wednesday 2001 was in fact February 28th]

Confession

Portrait Of A Girl

Thursday, March 1 [in Wonderland they reference the fact that "Ivy's birthday's in a week", ergo wonderland date + 1 week]

Birthday, Bitch!

One Kiss

Are You There?

911! Emergency!

Friday, March 2 [peter mentions 911! Emergency as being "last night"]

Reputation Stain'd

Ever After

Saturday, March 10 [generally, the Spring Break week is from March 11 to March 17, so in my head it makes sense for them to be leaving for their spring break the day beforehand - ergo, March 10th]

Spring

One

✨ spring break / intermission ✨

Sunday, March 17 [the sunday makes sense in my head to mirror Epiphany]

Wedding Bells

Monday, March 19

In The Hallway

Monday, March 26 [ as claire says - "gone a week, i miss you already". so if classes started again on the 19th + 1 week is the 26th ]

Touch My Soul

See Me

Warning

[sidenote, easter 2001 was sunday april 15. to that end, to account for the Easter Monday holiday, likely they had the 16th off also]

Friday, May 18 [okay listen!! i know it crowds A LOT of act 2 together but!! the way sister chantelle says here "if you decide you want to get together one more time" implies to me that they aren't going to be having more Official rehearsal time before the play actually gets performed] [it all has to occur between monday may 14 & sunday may 20 for jason's "graduate next sunday" line to be technically correct] [rory's decided that they'll "meet back here. seven o'clock" - which i was always under the impression is the supposed to be rehearsal that sets up Promise] [Nadia's "call me tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever" to me implies that she won't see him tomorrow? so probably they don't have any classes or rehearsal the next day]["i know it's late" in Cross is such a little detail, but to me it just ties it all up]

Pilgrim's Hands

God Don't Make No Trash

All Grown Up

Promise

Once Upon A Time

Cross

Saturday, May 19 [saturday night seems a reasonable time to put on the show, right? like in order to make it accessible to family + friends outside of the school?]

Two Households

Bare

Queen Mab

A Glooming Peace

Tuesday, May 22 [a {catholic} person is buried between 2 and 7 days after their death, typically around 3. i always got the vibes that Absolution was supposed to take place on/around jason's funeral, ergo the play + 3 days]

Absolution

Sunday, May 27 [going with the assumption that they graduate on the last sunday in may, in 2001 that date was the 27th]

No Voice

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wanna make it super clear that i a) am australian and b) am not catholic and c) have never been to boarding school or in theater so a lot of dates were found via google search, and/or arbitrarily assigned weekdays

also also at the end of the day i'm not sure the specifics of the timeline super duper matter, it was mostly just for fun - but like. feel free to share ur thoughts!

#bare a pop opera #bapo timeline #mouse talks bapo #look i know its kind of insane pacing to have pilgrim's hands through to cross all happen in the space of like. 6/7 hours. BUT #i mean you COULD stretch it out to have pligrim's hands through promise happen on the thursday / OUAT + cross on the friday /#the actual play on the saturday - but if there was a friday between promise + the play then why wouldn't they have another rehearsal? -#- the kids being generally untalented/unprepared as they are

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ariparri · 5 months

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The Man from Hearts

The Hogwarts Mystery Cardverse is an AU that takes place in a fantasy land called Cinderhaven. There are five regions, four of them representing a suit of cards; Spades, Clubs, Hearts, Diamonds. The final region representing the Jokers.

HPHM Cardverse Masterlist

Summary: Bill receives an offer to work within the museums of Spades as the new archaeologist. Eager for better work opportunities and to explore more of Cinderhaven, Bill takes the offer and travels to the Country of Spades. While there, he meets the King of Spades and his younger sister.

Warnings: Not proofread (I never proofread TwT), slight angst, mentions of death, harassment and public humiliation, Veruca insulting Bill's hairstyle but not in a cruel antagonizing way.

Tag List: @oneirataxia-girl @akikocho @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain

Word Count: 5313

I ended up dragging this on a bit too much… This was originally supposed to come out last month, but I was so busy with everything going on that I couldn’t work on my art or stories. I’m not used to Bill’s or Rakepick's characters quite yet xD I hope you guys enjoy this one though. I eventually got to go into more depth with Rakepick and why she holds a grudge against Coby and Duncan. She’s bitter because the newer officials are all younger (Coby, Duncan, Orion, Penny, etc.) and easily got their positions while she worked her butt off (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Timeline for my AU is also kind of wack. Just know that Coby and Veruca are ten years apart, Bill and Veruca are about two or three years apart making Bill about eight or nine years younger than Coby. In the beginning of this story Coby is 27, Veruca is 17 and Bill is about 19 or 20.

I have also provided a visual reference for Coby, Veruca and Bill for this story! Bill's hair is messed up on purpose.

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Traveling from the Kingdom of Hearts to other regions for work wasn’t always part of Bill’s plan, yet the curator for the museum he worked for informed him of archaeologist positions open within the other regions. Each region’s history was rich and new knowledge for Bill, yet he didn’t wish to travel too far, so the Land of Clubs was quickly taken out of the equation. Hearts are connected to both Diamonds and Spades, so those two were his obvious options. Though the Diamond Empire was much too interested in their luxury, something Bill and his family didn’t really have, they made do with the love and care they had for each other. And that leaves the Country of Spades. Spades’ history with both science fiction and technology is quite huge with material still undiscovered. Bill would have been crazy not to accept the offer, and the travel cost to Spades was covered by the museum.

And so Bill had accepted the position in Spades. On the train, passing through the mountain path connecting Hearts to Spades, Bill sits alone in a booth reading over the papers from Spades’ museums the History Vault, home of the general history of the country, and the Science Fiction Institute, where all creations and inventions of Spades are held. Unlike in Hearts where he only worked in the museum for the kingdom’s artifacts, Bill has access to work in both the Vault and Institute. It seems there will be more for Bill to discover within the country and his nerves are building it up in anticipation.

The train’s air horn blows signaling the passengers on board of their next stop. Bill quickly gathers his things, placing his papers and within his briefcase. Looking out the window, Bill is amazed by the vast difference to the environment of the country. There’s machinery everywhere. Mechanic animals pulling carriages and carts, the machines mostly in the form of a horse or a giant bird. “Was that an ostrich?” Bill muttered as he watched a giant robotic bird pull a carriage along the streets. Smoke pours out from the steam engine’s chimney pipes as the train slows to a stop on the tracks just by the station’s platform. People filed out of the train as soon as the doors opened, some shoving or bumping into others as they made their way through the crowd. Bill steps out onto the platform, ice grey eyes observing the station until he finds the information desk. With his luggage and passport in hand, the young man makes his way towards the receptionist.

“Next in line!” The receptionist calls and the young man steps towards the desk, immediately handing over his passport and credentials. She takes them, reading over them with little enthusiasm. “Hmm, William Weasley. You came from the Kingdom of Hearts and you’re traveling for work?”

“Yes. I’m here for the archaeologist position for the—”

“Oh you’re the new recruit!” The lady cuts off, “Lady Buckthorn-Snyde has already informed us of your arrival.” She immediately stamps Bill’s travel form and passport for approval, before reaching over to the brochure stand and pulling out a couple pamphlets. “She was very adamant that we make sure your access into the country goes smoothly. Normally, this isn’t a long process, but Lady Buckthorn-Snyde can be an intimidating woman to deal with and I don’t want to be the next person to face her wrath.” She hands over the pamphlets leisurely. “So these pamphlets will help you around the place. One is the map, one is for housing and renting, and the last one is a basic guide for tourists and foreigners. Anyways, enjoy your stay or whatever.” She dismisses Bill after handing him his paperwork before signaling to the next person in line.

Dumbstruck by the quick dismissal from the receptionist, Bill faltered as he gathered his things and left the information desk. He looked around for the exit, head darting left and right before spotting the double doors people were flooding through.

Stepping out of the station the astonishment from before had come back as Bill gazed at his surroundings. The skyline is packed with distinct buildings and towers and their history seems to shine more now than ever. Science and development is flourishing in Spades and it has clearly attracted a lot of attention. From the distance he can see a clear view of the palace, including the factories and the sea behind it. Many different inventions have left their mark not just on business, but also upon the city's identity. A zeppelin, a huge air ship he was only able to see from a very far distance in the Kingdom of Hearts, can be seen flying overhead of the buildings. Just like the trains they built for Cinderhaven, branding the country’s symbol and colors, the Country of Spades was truly magnificent.

A loud screech was heard, causing Bill to snap his attention towards the mechanical ostrich pulling a carriage charging right for him. He jumps back before the bird runs into him. “Oh I’m definitely going to enjoy my stay here.” He chuckles, watching the ostrich continue to run down the street before pulling out the pamphlets of the map and housing. Bill reads through the information on the pamphlet, finding two places closest to the museums, Saxons Motel or Magrath Villa, both for good prices in rent. However since Bill will be residing in Spades for the foreseeable future, having a permanent place to stay would fare better for him. So Magrath Villa will be the first place Bill heads to.

At least he hopes he can get there. Hailing for a cab or carriage has been futile as many of the transportation vehicles passing by are already occupied or simply ignored him. With no luck of getting a ride to Magrath Villa, Bill grabs his suitcase and proceeds down the street. The map the receptionist gave him proved to be useless as there were more than the necessary amount of trails to follow. Maybe he’ll be lucky to get directions from people passing by.

However that also proved to be useless as the people actively ignored him and went about their day. Some even outright refused because he was a foreigner. It seems even in Spades, there is some prejudice against outsiders. Still, Bill tried to find someone who was helpful enough to give him directions. He spots some men carrying boxes and instruments into the music shop up ahead. “Excuse me, gentlemen!” Bill rushes up to them, “I'm looking for Magrath Villa. Would you–“ the men completely ignored him, a couple giving him dirty looks as they haul the equipment into the building, leaving Bill alone on the street-- “hmmm, I guess not…”

A sigh escapes Bill as he has no choice but to try and find Magrath on his own. Lost in his own thoughts a young woman with brown wavy hair rushes by, seemingly excited to get to wherever her destination leads her. The girl accidentally bumped into Bill’s side as she passed him, stumbling a bit before catching herself and continuing onward, spewing out a hasty apology. Taking the chance to ask the girl for directions, Bill calls out to her “Oh wait, excuse me, Miss. Can you please help me–” just as Bill held his hand out to tap the girl’s shoulder, a heavy silver handle in the shape of a wolf landed on his shoulder and pulled him back. The sudden force caused him to stumble a bit as he was turned around. The same silver handle lands roughly on his shoulder again, steadying him. And as he regained his composure Bill looked up at the man before him, bewildered ice grey eyes meeting steely eyes hidden behind blue tinted round shades.

Before Bill had a chance to speak, the man shoved the cane handle under his chin, forcing Bill to tilt his head upward. “Now I’m certain you weren’t just trying to make a move on my sister.” The red head was too stunned to speak. Never before had he ever expected to be caught in a situation like this. From the hard expression on his face down to the accessories on his person and the aura he presents, the man before Bill was effortlessly intimidating.

The man was dressed in a form fitting velvet black suit jacket, a velvet black and white waistcoat with a Jacobean pattern to match. The citrine gemstone on the wolf lapel pin, his blue tinted glasses and the accessories on his hat are the only elements that add splashes of colors to his entire suit. Everything about this man screamed upper class, and that’s when Bill noticed the emblem pinned on the belt of his hat. A silver Spade adorned with a crown. The man holding him hostage in the middle of the street was none other than— “The King of Spades—” The red head sputters, trying to regain his composure as the king glares down at him. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my attention— I’m new here—”

“Clearly. No Spades wears this amount of red and bears the Hearts crest.” The king remarks with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. He tilts his shades down, peering his vibrant magenta eyes at the red head. Once again, Bill was silenced by the scrutinizing intensity of the king’s gaze on him. What are the chances that Bill would meet the King of Spades on his first day in the country. And already, he’s gotten himself in trouble with the king. Before Bill could come up with a sentence, a feminine voice was heard from behind. “Coby, leave him alone.”

The young woman from before came into view again, she had a frown on her face as she faced the king. ‘She called him by his first name. Is she allowed to do that?’ Bill thought as he watched the king and the girl go back and forth in their banter. “Vera, he was hitting on you!” The king exclaimed, earning an eye roll from the girl now known as Vera. “He already said he wasn’t. For the love of Avis, not every guy is out to get me!”

“You don’t know that. Men can never be trusted!”

“Yeah? What about Carson? Is my best friend not to be trusted?”

“That’s different. He’s family, of course you’re gonna trust him. I’m just saying, all men are animals. Don’t be getting close to any of them!”

“Oh shut up! You do this all the time. You know some guys are afraid to approach me because you’re the king!”

“As they should be! None of those guys are worthy to be in your presence if I have anything to say about it!”

“Would you stop! Oh my lord, you can be so annoying! Why do you—”

“Um excuse me!” Bill’s voice rang out, effectively putting the argument to a halt. The sibling duo stopped and turned their attention back to Bill, still in Coby’s hold. Bill gave them an awkward smile, “Aha, yeah… I’m sorry for the trouble but can you please let me go?” Coby instantly removes his cane away from Bill, returning to a casual stance leaning a bit of his weight on to the cane. “Right,” he cleared his throat, “Apologies for that. Just looking out for my little sister, didn’t mean to rough you up there.”

After clearing up the misunderstanding, Coby had properly introduced himself and his sister, whose name is actually Veruca. Bill returned the introduction, explaining that he traveled to Spades for work and needed directions to Magrath Villa. To Bill’s surprise, Coby and Veruca offered to show them the place. Ignoring his complaints, the sibling duo proceeded to walk in the direction of the villa, leaving Bill with no choice but to catch up with them. The three engage in small talk, with Veruca asking Bill about Hearts to Coby asking why he specifically chose to work in Spades.

“I see,” Coby noted, “So the luxuries of Diamonds would be far too glamorous to what you’re used to. Well if you can get through the day with all the pollution from the factories and engines here, I’d say you’d fit right in with Spades.” He gives Bill a signature charismatic grin earning a small laugh in response from the red head. “Yeah well, Spades’ history is one that intrigues me more than the other regions. Why and how did the people go from actual horses to making machinery of horses?”

“Though, I am surprised to see the king himself walking in the streets without a guard. Don’t you think that’s a little careless? What if you get attacked?” Bill can’t help but wonder how Coby can just roam freely as the king of the region. Not even King Declan left the castle without a courtier following closely behind. It was a big surprise to Bill with how lenient Coby is as a king.

Coby simply hummed, “I could be careless, but I was never really a rule follower. Ironic right, since I’m the king?” He laughed, patting the younger man on the shoulder. “But I don’t like being followed around by a guard every hour of the day. Besides, this one here, hates having our bonding time interrupted.” A grin forms on the king’s face as he taps Veruca’s head with the handle of his cane. He expected Veruca to swat his cane away or hit him back but the younger McQuaid was more focused on their new companion. She had a hard gaze in her eyes as she scrutinized the red head. Bill cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable by the girl’s glare. Coby wasn’t sure what got his little sister bothered, but knowing Veruca, it was either going to be entertaining or insulting.

“I’m sorry” the younger McQuaid halts in her steps, "but who did your hair? It looks absolutely terrible. You really need a new barber." Insulting, Coby confirmed mentally. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh or scold Veruca for her comment. And yet he found entertainment in the situation. A sheepish look was on Bill's face, scratching the back of his head he let out an awkward chuckle, "Aha yeah… my mum tends to chop it off if I let it grow out too much."

An awkward silence followed, Veruca cringing at both her choice of words and Bill’s admittance and Coby shook his head as he sighs. “I’m sorry for my sister’s comment.” Coby spoke up first. “She has the habit of speaking her mind. A good thing so she isn’t pushed around but, in casual conversation she can sound rather insensitive and ignorant.” He ruffles Veruca’s hair earning a shove from her. Fixing her hair up with a roll of her eyes, Veruca turns her attention back to Bill, eyes narrowed in a skeptical gaze. “What, you're not grown enough, so you still let your mother cut your hair?” Her question had earned her a smack to the back of her head by her brother. “You don’t have to answer that.”

It was safe to say, the sibling duo became a central part of Bill’s life in the Country of Spades.

~ One Year Later • Aug. 28th ~

Life in the Country of Spades had gone dim as soon as news of King Coby’s death reached the people’s ears. News stations were competing against each other to make headlines on the cause of the King’s death. Even the people were starting to create their own theories on Coby’s death. Bad gossip and nothing more.

Sitting in the outdoor dining area of the cafe nearby the museums, Bill tossed the newspaper onto the table with a tired sigh, dragging a hand down his face. He had met the King many times and most of them were when he was with Veruca dragging him out of the palace and to places she wanted to go to. From their interactions and seeing how the siblings are, Bill could tell that Coby was a good man. He cared not just for his family but for the people as well. He worked hard with Duncan Ashe, the country’s Chancellor and his best friend, to create Spades’ very own annual event for the people to enjoy and have fun in.

Bill glances over at Veruca sitting across from him. She had been quiet ever since she got to the cafe, staring off into space and in her own world. Bill was worried for her. With her brother gone, and the country making up theories on his death, no one seemed to realize or care how this loss is affecting Coby’s family. Veruca’s parents had already made their statements, choosing to mourn in peace and silence. Veruca on the other hand was sought after by the press every time she left her home. It didn’t help that Coby was assassinated on her birthday five days ago, making Veruca an easy subject for journalists to go after.

Bill pulls out a small rectangular box and slides it over to Veruca on the table top. Veruca seemed to snap out of her daze, curiously gazing at the box before looking up towards Bill. He simply gave her a small smile and nodded his head towards the gift. “A birthday gift.” Veruca’s face scrunched up, “But you already got me a gift, you don’t need to give me another one.” Bill shakes his head, nudging the box closer to her. “I insist. Besides, this one is undoubtedly special to you.”

Veruca was silent again, but seeing how Bill was adamant that she accept the gift, she took the small box in her hands. Just as she removed the top cover of the box, her breath hitched as the contents within was revealed. Inside laid a golden bullet connected to a chain necklace. Veruca instantly recognized the piece of jewelry. Picking up the bullet, she turned it over to see her brother’s name engraved into the pendant. Her green eyes glossed over as she ran her finger over the carved letters. “Where… where did you get this?”

“Lady Buckthorn-Snyde wanted to put it up on display in the Vault alongside the former monarchs’ belongings as another artifact, but it didn’t sit right with me.”

“Wow… of course she would do that.” Veruca laughed bitterly. “I’m surprised you got permission to take it though. I hear that woman is very tough to persuade.” RBill shrugged with a teasing grin, “Well, I never said I got permission.”

“You just took it?” Veruca had an incredulous look upon her face, a lighthearted huff escaping her lips. “Now if only they can find Coby’s cane. That one was actually a family heirloom, it belonged to my great grandfather.” Bill hummed, holding his chin in thought, “I haven’t seen his cane within the Kings’ Artifacts exhibit, but I’ll be sure to keep a look out for it.” Veruca responds with an appreciative smile.

“Well if it isn’t the King’s younger sister, Veruca McQuaid.” A voice calls out, causing the two to look over to see Patricia Rakepick approach their table. At the Ace’s presence, Veruca went quiet again. “Miss Veruca I haven’t seen you since the incident. I am not surprised though, after what happened I expected you would hide away for a while.” The Ace spoke aimlessly with a wave of her hand. The tone of her voice was empathetic, but there was an eerie chill, almost taunting, that followed. “Madame Ace, what a surprise to see you here.” Veruca quietly spoke, barely keeping the older woman’s gaze. Bill noticed Veruca’s reaction, leaving him confused to see her act so small in the Ace’s presence.

“I am merely taking a stroll, then I saw you and I must simply come by to say hello.” Rakepick’s cool demeanor was anything but comforting. Veruca felt as if the air around her was starting to suffocate her. Before Bill could greet the Ace himself, Rakepick’s cold gaze turned in his direction. Upon looking into her eyes, Bill froze, feeling a hitch in his breath. Now he knew why Veruca was so hesitant to face the Ace. The way the woman gazed at him was almost akin to a predator spying on its prey, ready to pounce. The world around him was slowly fading to grey as he maintained eye contact with the woman. The last remaining color Bill saw before everything faded in a sea of grey were the piercing cold blue ice peering down at him.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Questions rang through Bill’s head as he was frozen in place. He’s personally never met the Ace, only heard of her reputation being a brutal yet highly respected member of the court. But upon meeting her now, Bill wasn’t too fond of being in her presence. At least now he understood why Veruca felt so uncomfortable with Rakepick around. He snuck a glance over to Veruca to see her sitting tensely, eyes now casted onto the box he had given her.

A wicked smile graced the Ace’s sharp features, “And you must be the archaeologist the Curator spoke of. William Weasley was it? I see you’re well acquainted with Miss Veruca.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bill gave Rakepick a nervous smile, “Hello Madame Ace, that is correct. Veruca is a good friend of mine.” A quiet hum was her response. “I see. Well I do hope that Miss Veruca has been treating you well. She does not seem to realize that her incessant need for company can be seen as distracting and a burden.” Aghast by the accusation, Veruca quickly snapped her head up to Rakepick. “Excuse me?”

Bill shifted in his seat looking just as uncomfortable as Veruca, “I’m not sure what you mean by that. Veruca has been nothing but pleasant since I first came to Spades.”

“I am sure she has. Be careful around her though, Miss Veruca can be very demanding when she wants someone’s attention. Just take the late king for example. Tried to do his job as the country’s king, but his own sister kept getting in the way. Distracting him until, well, it’s all in the news. Everyone knows about it.”

“Madame Ace, that was uncalled for! Coby’s death was not my fault!”

“Was it really? Was it really not your fault that your brother is dead?” Rakepick turns her head back to the brunette, the gaze in her eyes scrutinizing and accusing, “Your brother had a role to play as the king of this country. Yet you constantly interrupt him of his duties, dragging him out of the palace to entertain your silly little ideas.” Veruca shakes her head, looking up at the older woman with a scowl, “That’s not true! I never distracted him, Coby—”

“Are you insinuating your brother was a slacker? That he cared less about his role as King and spoiled you because you are family?”

“N—no! I would never— I never said he—”

“King Coby was perceptive and sharp despite his laidback attitude.” Rakepick silenced her, “If you weren’t at the palace at the time of the assassination, his majesty would have easily detected the assassin. But he was too preoccupied with your presence.” Her eyes narrowed, glaring down at Veruca. “And his majesty couldn’t properly fight off his assailant as he was too focused on making sure you weren’t in the way.” The tension around them was getting heavy, Veruca couldn’t defend herself with Rakepick cutting her off at every chance. The people around them were quietly whispering amongst each other and sneaking glances their way. “But you got in the way, anyways. And now your brother is dead, and the country has no king.”

“That’s enough!” Bill slams his hands against the table, standing up with so much force the chair is knocked back. He steps between the two, shielding Veruca from any more of Rakepick’s torment. A deep frown crosses his features as he holds a stern glare towards the older woman. “Have you no damn shame! Veruca just lost her brother, and on her birthday no less! She doesn’t need you accusing her of something out of her control, have some damn empathy!” At Bill’s outburst, a guard stalks through the crowd ready to dispel the commotion.

“How unbefitting of you, Madam Ace, to be causing a scene in public. Most especially against King Coby’s sister.” An authoritative voice broke through the crowd, silencing everyone around as their eyes turned in the guard’s direction. Erika Rath, the Chancellor’s guard, stands before the three. Her arms were folded across her chest, standing tall and confident as she observed the group with a neutral expression. “It would be wise to control yourself, lest you would like the Chancellor to get involved. He’s a very busy man, Madame Ace, and he has no time to be dealing with your nonsense.”

“You have a lot of nerve to be talking down to me, soldier.” Rakepick snapped towards the blonde. “I should have you put through a restriction and a reduction in grade, for talking back to your superior.”

The expression on Erika’s face was intense, she steps closer to Rakepick, fiery gaze in her eyes, “I report directly to the Chancellor, Madame Ace, not you. And on his order, no one is to disturb the late King’s family as they mourn over their loss. You may be the Ace, Madame, but the Chancellor still ranks above you. You do not want to make him even angrier than he already is with you.” Rakepick says nothing, keeping up with the intense stare down with the guard. A few seconds passed before a cold smile reappeared on her face. “Apologies, Rath. It seems I have overstepped many boundaries today.” The Ace turns her attention back to Bill and Veruca, the two feeling a chill run down their spine as if they felt the older woman peer right through their souls. “My condolences Miss McQuaid. I do hope you can let this whole ordeal go. With the king gone, so many things are going on and everyone is clearly out of sorts.” She spoke with a hand over her heart as a sign of sincerity but there was none in her words. “I’m sure you can understand the stress we are all in.”

Her tone was sickenly sweet, it made Veruca feel sick. She struggled maintaining eye contact with the older woman, only managing a weak nod in response. Rakepick gave them one last icy smile before she left the cafe not even sparing a glance or a word to Erika. As soon as Rakepick was no longer in sight, the heavy tension went away and Bill let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Everyone was urged to continue on with what they were doing by Erika. Though there was an obvious awkwardness in the air. Who can just go back to sipping their tea and eating cakes after witnessing all of that? Erika turns to Bill and Veruca, simply giving them a nod and that she would inform the Chancellor of what had transpired. Bill thanks her and watches Erika leave to continue her patrol.

Once she was further away from them, Bill turned around to face Veruca. She had been quiet the entire time since he stepped in to confront Rakepick. She had a downcast look, and Bill noticed that her eyes were glossy. Her jaw was tightly clenched and he realized that she was trying to hold herself back from crying. Veruca flinches when a hand rests upon her shoulder, she looks up to see Bill giving her a reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t think she’ll be bothering you anymore, today.” Veruca returns the gesture with a strained smile. “Thanks… you didn’t have to do that, though.” Bill simply waves her off with a shake of his head, “Oh come on, I couldn’t just stand by and let her harass you like that.”

He pulls out his handkerchief and hands it over to her. “Still hard to believe that woman is the Ace of the country.” Veruca hums in acknowledgement, taking the cloth and wiping her tears away, “A foul one, isn’t she? Never really liked her. At least you know the reason why. She has this arrogant aura around her due to her title, and it’s gotten worse since…,” she trails off, eyes glancing around before turning her gaze back to her companion, “well, you know… She started taking the mantle way too seriously, creating more strict policies on everything. Duncan isn’t too happy about her overstepping his authority.”

“I can imagine.” Bill huffs, returning to his seat, “She’s a hard woman to deal with, I give my praise to the Chancellor for lasting this long with her.” Veruca lets out a small laugh before going quiet again, the gloomy expression returning to her face. “Do you think it was really my fault?” Bill looks at her with a reassuring yet sad smile, “No, not at all. It’s an older sibling's nature to protect their younger sibling.” He gently pats her shoulder. “Don’t believe a thing Rakepick says. Coby obviously loved you and was happy to follow you wherever you wanted to go or let you into the palace. And don’t forget, he was willing to chase away anybody who tried to take advantage of you. Even if they were merely asking for directions.” Bringing up their first meeting, hoping it would at least brighten up Veruca’s mood a bit.

Veruca chuckles at that, remembering the encounter. “Yeah, he does have an aggressive way in dealing with creeps.” A surprised gasp comes from Bill, “I’m a creep? Now that’s just hurtful, Veruca.” He frowns, feigning offense and holding a hand to his chest. “And here I thought we were friends.” Veruca rolls her eyes at his comment, “With the shoddy haircut you had at the time, you were definitely a creep.”

“Hey, I told you already my mother was the one that cut it! That wasn’t my fault.”

“No offense to your mother, but you seriously need to get someone else to cut it.”

“Who says I plan to cut it? I’m growing it out. It looks better this way, don’t you think?”

“Well it certainly is an upgrade to your old look. Being an archaeologist pays nicely, huh? Don’t have to worry about your precious hand-me-downs being ruined.” Veruca jests. The two often poked fun at each other’s appearance in a light hearted manner.

A smile breaks out on Bill’s face seeing Veruca brighten up again. Fear, pain and sadness were not emotions Bill had ever associated with Veruca. However after today’s events, he was more open to realizing how much Veruca keeps so much to herself. Veruca hardly had much reason to express any negative emotions, and if she did she kept it hidden, bottling it up so no one ever knew she was upset. ‘The pressure of being the king’s little sister must have gotten to her.’ Bill solemnly thinks, watching Veruca finish up the last of her tarts. With Coby gone, Veruca is much more vulnerable to people with bad intentions. It was obvious with the journalists and then today with Rakepick. Duncan, Wilhelmina and Elroy can only do so much, but they know they can’t watch over Veruca all the time.

“You alright there, Bill?” He must have had a weird look on his face judging by the way Veruca was staring at him. He simply smiled, shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” It was then that Bill made a promise not just to himself, but to Coby as well, that he would stand by Veruca and watch after her. After all, it is in the older sibling’s nature to protect their younger sibling.

#ariparri #hphm cardverse #bill weasley #veruca mcquaid #coby mcquaid #patricia rakepick #erika rath #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Babysit (S.R)

Warning(s); Smut! (piv sex),dilf Steve <3,mention of infidelity,Praise kink,slight teasing,sub! Steve,voice kink,edging,kinda dumbifaction but not heavy,age gap (reader is in early 20’s Steve is pictured to be in mid 40’s) + more!

Pairing(s); Steve Rogers X Fem! Reader.

Summary; babysitting for your neighbor has a unexpected outcome.

A/n; I’m so not sorry for this one.

Divider by @firefly-graphics <3

You never thought it was strange to be close to your neighbor really,not when you grew up with him living next to you. It was like he was apart of your family…until he stopped showing up.

You were too young to really understand why she left him or what it really meant to him, how it hurt him or why it seemed like he turned into the grouch of the neighborhood.

It wasn’t until you turned 17 that he really started to come back around 7 years. It took 7 years for him to move on but it also meant you now got to meet Lila his daughter. She was almost 7 just a few months from it when he first started bringing her around.

Now though, now she was almost 11 and a lovely girl really, she had good manners and was always a sweetheart. She really liked to hang out with you claimed you were the big sister she always wanted.

When it came to Steve asking you to babysit her over the summer you were so excited you were quick to say yes regardless of the money or not.

You were helping her fold up her clothes she was going on a trip with her grandparents for two weeks and she was very enthusiastic about it. You heard the front door shut and left her to go greet Steve. “Hey” you greeted with a smile but it wasn’t returned, he seemed really agitated and you reached out to sit a hand on his arm. “You alright?” You asked and Steve finally met your eyes his face softening as he sighed “yeah, just stressed. Is she packed?” He asked and you nodded following him into the living room. “She’s zipping her bag up now” you informed and he laid back on the couch.

By the time her grandparents arrive steve was out on the couch,soft snores filled the room. You lead Lila out and gave her a tight hug before waving bye. You knew Steve had to be tired and you didn’t mind helping so you decided to help by washing the dishes. You switched over Lila’s clothes and sat them in her laundry basket so she can fold them once she’s back.

You didn’t wanna just leave without saying anything so you gently woke Steve up “hey, I’m gonna head back home” you said softly and he sat up a bit. “Wow, she already gone?” He asked and you nodded. “Left about a hour ago” he lifted his brow “so then why’re you still here?” You shrugged and smiled “I just cleaned up a bit” “oh- thank you” he said standing up. “It’s late, let me walk you over” you shook your head “please it’s like 8 steps, go lie down. Get some rest” Steve didn’t rebuttal just patted your head and walked up the stairs towards his room.

The next day you opened the door to Steve holding out flowers. “These are for you” he explained and you smiled taking them. “Thank you.” You said allowing him inside. “Thank you for your help” you shrugged and grabbed a vase for the flowers. “It wasn’t a issue, you seemed tired” you filled it with water and trimmed the flowers as you talked.

“Yeah I’ve been stressed lately..” you sprinkled the pack of food into the water and sat the flowers inside. “Well, I hate to break it to you but my parents are visiting my brother in college for the weekend so..” Steve shook his head “no,no I’m here to see you” you tilted your head “me? Why? Is Lils okay??” You sounded panicked and he was quick to shut your thoughts down.

“You just…I find it easy to talk to you.” You smiled blush rising to your cheeks. “Awh, I’m glad” You made your way around the counter sitting the vase onto the coffee table. You sat down on the couch as he followed behind sitting next to you. “And you take really good care of lils, and me” he continued and you smiled your eyes trained on the flowers.

“You’re just really good to us…and I appreciate it so much” you felt him shift closer to you and your breath hitched when you felt his breath fan over the side of your neck. “So good…” he trailed off and his lips came into contact with your neck. You sighed softly and instead of pushing him off -which you should’ve done- you leaned into him one arm snaking up around the back of his neck as he sucked against your neck.

One of Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist hugging you to him as his lips attacked your neck. His other hand was snaking up under the T-shirt you were wearing hands palming at your lace covered chest. You groaned out at the feeling arousal soaking your panties as he pulled away making quick moves. He sat back further into the couch as you moved to straddle him, quick to remove your shirt throwing it somewhere else. Steve didn’t even take the time to unhook your bra properly he just tugged the material down until your boobs fell out.

His lips were quick to attached to your nipple your hips beginning to grind against him as your hands made quick work of his jeans. Steve’s hands were doing the same pulling your shorts open, finally pulling away you stood up long enough to shimmy off your shorts and for Steve to pull his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung out thumping against his abdomen. “Fuck” he breathed sitting up enough to tug your thin cotton panties down your legs. “I’ve wanted this for so long” you sighed feeling him pepper kissing against your abdomen and hips. “Me too,you’re so pretty,so so so perfect” he mumbled tugging you back to his lap.

His lips met yours in a heated kiss, it was sloppy and messy,Teeth clanking together,tongues sliding against each other. His hands made their way to your waist and lifted you up helping you find the right position before sinking down on him. You pulled from him to let a soft squeal leave as he stretched you open, his tip was settled right next to your sweet spot and you knew you were gonna loose it when he moved.

Steve dropped his kisses back to your jaw and neck while he gave you some time to adjust. “Steve” you breathed out and he brought his face to yours. “Fuck me.” he didn’t need to be told twice,his hips started barreling up into yours at a quick and deep pace. You were right the second he started moving you felt like you body was exploding with pleasure.

“Good…fuck you’re so good” he said before his lips attached back to your nipple. His hand palmed and tugged at the other one as more pleasure racked your body. “Steve you feel so good….so so good. You fuck me so good oh god” you moaned, your praise was only making him move that much more.

His pace became sloppy and his groans turned to short breath grunts “fuck- you’re gonna make me cum” you nodded. “Cum. Cum inside me, please…please cum inside me Steve” it sent him over the edge and he kept his hips going as he shot rope after rope inside you. His hips stilled once the overstimulation become too much for him to handle. You both worked to catch your breath and this time you started to move.

You moved once and then looked down at him before he nodded. You didn’t wanna cause him pain- not yet anyway. Your hips set a filthy pace one you knew only brought you pleasure and Steve was still hazed over on afterglow he didn’t notice. You moaned out your hands finding place on his shoulders as you lifted your hips up and down.

“Make me feel so good Steve,so good baby” he mewled when he heard it and it was like everything finally hit him. He pawed at your hips trying to get you to move quicker, in a way he could felt it but you were quick to scold him. “Ah,ah this is for me. You already came.” He whine and you smiled seeing his eyes glazed over as he fell deeper. “You think you deserve to cum again? How desperate of you.” Steve shook his head “no…no it’s not” he sat up some obviously trying to show he was in control.

One shove of your hand though sunk him right back into place. “Sit still and make me cum, maybe I’ll be nice and suck you off if you do good.” His face lit up at that and he was quick to help you move,help you get to your place quicker. He did,it wasn’t long before he hand your nails digging into his shoulders as your body raked with your orgasm. “Good boy, good” you praise making his cheeks flush a strawberry pink.

After you managed to get yourself in control once again you pulled off him and he looked up at you pleadingly. “Hmm..” you said and ran a soft finger up a vein on the underside of his cock making him jolt. “I changed my mind, I think you’ll be better to just stay like that” Steve whined and you shot him a look “listen, you came to me you wanted me it’s my rules now.” Steve nodded reluctantly and you got up to get something to clean him up with.

Days had passed and you made sure you stayed busy,busy enough you could slide around Steve. Not because you didn’t want him oh you so did but you like playing cat and mouse. It was only when you saw him walk into his house with his ex wife that you decided it was time to play.

You waited a few minutes before walking over to his house, you swiftly knocked against the door smiling when it was him that answered. His face went pale it was almost as if he knew he was in trouble. “Hey, I know I’ve been busy but I finally have time to talk” you smiled up at him and you tilted your head. “You alright? You seem a little pale..” you reached out hand cupping his cheek,he was quick to lean into your touch. “Hon? Who is it?”

Hon? The fuck? Why’s she calling him hon. Your eyes snapped to his and you pushed past him and into the house. “Oh! Y/n, it’s so good to see you. It’s been awhile” you just hummed and smiled. “Is everything okay?” She asked and you nodded. “Just came to talk to Steve. He’s been wanting to speak for awhile I’ve just been busy” she nodded with a smile.

Steve closed the door and looked between you both nervously. “I also left something in lils room so if you’ll excuse me.” You maneuvered past her and to her daughters room. Just as you thought Steve followed close behind “I didn’t know you’d be here” he said and you shrugged “listen I don’t care just get rid of her” he looked at you “what? Why?” He questioned “Steven. Get rid of her or I will.” You warned before shoving past him once again. “Ah, maybe it wasn’t here I thought it was” you said as you joined her on the couch.

Half an hour past and she was still there,Steve was making no move to get her to leave either. You finally had enough and stood up walking around the couch and to where Steve was sat talking to her. You bent down “you have 30 seconds to make her leave before I fuck you in front of her” you warned and stood back up. Steve looked back at you as if checking to see if you were serious. The look you held told him that you were and he swallowed thickly “yeah, we can talk to her once she’s back about it. I really need to talk to y/n so…” he trailed off expecting her to get up but she didn’t. “Oh that’s fine, go ahead” she said and he looked back at you. You had enough leaning over the couch to rest your hands on his shoulders you looked over at her.

“Well, it’s something personal I’d rather speak to him alone” you explained and she shrugged “go to another room then” okay, you were done playing nice. “Mrs Daniels I’m just gonna be straight with you..” she nodded “me and Stevie here are gonna fuck each other rather you wanna stay an watch is up to you.” You lowered your head your tongue rolling over the lobe of his ear as he held eye contact with her. Steve shivered underneath you at the actions “excuse me? You’re Fucking my husband?” You barked out a laugh “husband? Oh honey no, I’m fucking your ex. Right? Because you left him,left him for some rich dude overseas. A guy in which you slept with for months before you ended things. Isn’t that right baby?” You tapped Steve’s cheek and he nodded eyes glued to you.

“You’re barely 20,this isn’t okay” you smiled at her “what’re you gonna do? Tell my mommy and daddy? Go ahead they won’t care.” She looked offended almost as you walked your way back around to Steve. His eyes never left you for a second just like the good boy he is. You straddled his lap and pressed his head into your neck making sure he knew it was okay to kiss you, which he did. His lips sucked against your skin there and you sighed at the feeling.

“I’ve no issue giving you a show,so if you don’t wanna see it, leave.” That was the last thing you said tugging Steve’s head back to smash your lips to his. He whined into your mouth his hands already pawing at your shirt wanting it off. You smiled against his lips when you heard the front door opened and slam closed. You bit at his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as you pulled from him.

“You disobeyed me.” You said and Steve looked up at you with doe eyes as his cheeks were flushed. “Now, I think you deserve a punishment,don’t you?” He nodded “y-yes ma’am I do” you smiled and pecked his lips before standing up and pulling him along towards his bedroom.

It filled your pride to hear Steve begging you. His wrists were tied to his headboard your shirt was tied tightly around his head blocking his eyes. He was overly sensitive, he couldn’t touch or see and it made him jolt every time you touched him. You had edged him close to 8 times now and you knew he was dying by the way his voice sounded.

“You really think I should let you cum? After you completely ignored my orders? After you brought your ex home? And what was with her calling you hon? Hmm? You’re mine!” You huffed landing a slap against his blushed and swollen cock that made him whine, hips bucking to chase the stimulation. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I-I wasn’t thinking ma’am please. It hurts” you smiled at him even though he couldn’t see it.

“Fine I’ll make you a deal, if you can make it five minutes then I’ll let you cum.” Steve whimpered “five minutes with wha-aaah” the last part of his question was cut off when you took him into your mouth,straight down to the back of your throat. He squirmed “ma’am no- god i can’t I’m gonna cum! Please! Please move- off!” He whined hips trying to move you off but all it did was thrust him in and out of your mouth adding to his pleasure.

You hummed around him and he lost it his hips sized and his abs tightened as your throat was filled with his seed. Salty but sweet flavor filled your mouth and you swallowed what he gave you down. You pulled your head off with a pop “sorry! I’m so sorry! Tried…I tried so hard please…I’m sorry ma’am” you reached up and tugged your shirt off his head. You finally saw the tears that had been spilling your shirt collecting them until now.

“Shh,Shh it’s okay you tried” you said and Steve sighed his chest was still heaving as the aftershock began washing over him. “Gonna be my good boy? Hmm?” He nodded swallowing thickly “gonna be so good- promise!” You hummed and leaned down pecking his lips.

#fem reader #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #dilf!steve Rogers #sub!steve #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #marvel smut #marvel fanfiction

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lovebvni · 5 months

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the truth is this

the universe will never leave you half way. sure, they may test you but they would never just leave you in a ditch. they leave to go get equipment, supplies to help you.

yes, this may be a long time waiting. sure, you may lose hope that they’ll come back for you eventually.

prophecies are an example of this.

being told, or even knowing, that something is about to happen and then it not happening immediately is discouraging. personally, a while ago i was told two specific things will happen before me and nile shift. the first being someone i know getting into a fight at school, the second being nile meeting their new man (im so serious, bro) so, the first one already happened.

two of my school friends got into a fight, and they resolved it quite well with my help. this happened about two weeks ago, i want to say. nile and i were told about this through a cartomancy reading in late october. to be honest, i was really shocked and i thought the fight was going to be between me and three other girls 🤷 thank god it wasn’t!!

lmao, anyways now we’re just waiting on nile’s end to happen. and yeah, personally i have been getting discouraged and worried about it. i have thought “maybe this isn’t going to happen” but then why the hell would he get this far? why would only half of what we’re promised happened? it doesn’t make any sense does it?

it’s like a teacher saying “we’re going to learn unit one and then unit two” why would they back up on their word to teach unit two? it doesn’t make sense. if a human being will keep their word (going from 1 -> 2) why the hell would the universe do anything less? if not more!

and let’s be real here, sometimes teachers take longer for a unit than expected. but they’ll still move onto the next unit! i mean it’s required for them to teach and for us to learn.

overall, after all that rambling and talking about school compared to the universe, what i’m saying is the end goal is promised. if you’re told something will happen from the universe, or from some sort of guide/medium, you better believe it. even if it’s just a teeny tiny bit of belief and hope, that’s all you need.

Matthew 17:20-21 — “For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.”

big things can happen with little faith. i’m an example of this. i’m a child of an alcoholic father and a neurodivergent mother — who has had a few mental breakdowns with me and my sister. the odds are stacked against me. i’ve been doxxed, i’ve been threatened, im supposed to be a drug addicted and drop out right now. but here i am — im still in school, ive vowed not to drink (become an alcoholic), i live safely in my home. i have a lot going for me right now.

anyways, all im saying is that all you need is a little bit of faith, a little bit of hope to reach your goal. you will get to your goal, and listen to your intuition. you’re going to get there

damn this was more of a ramble than a motivation post 💀 my bad

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 10 months

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From the Ashes Pt.5

Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader

Warnings: battle, canon character death, Rhaegar POV

Words: 2695

Summary: Rhaegar and Robert Baratheon fight side by side

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Book Two of Heir of Ash and Fire

Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire

“I’m sorry, Your Grace. . . Your mother has died. . .”

His ears had become numb. White noise was all he heard, sweeping him up just as it did when the news of (y/n) had been brought to him not too long ago. He was forced to lose another important person in his life.

A deep pain made its home in Rhaegar’s chest as he reached out for something to steady him. Jon Connington had been right beside him, catching him by the arm.

Rhaegar closed his eyes, trying to collect himself. It wouldn’t do for his men to see him in this state. “What of the baby?”

The messenger who was holding onto the note that had been delivered by raven, clutches it tightly. “She lives.”

Hope. A small mustard seed of hope, but hope nonetheless. “A girl? I have a sister?”

“Yes. Rhaella named her before she passed from this world. Your sister’s name is Daenerys.”

Letting out a shaky breath, Rhaegar smiled. “Daenerys.”

Jon took it upon himself to ask the next few questions. “Is she still on Dragonstone?”

The messenger nods. “Yes Ser.”

“Does Aerys yet know of the child’s birth?”

That made the young boy paused, looking from the silver haired Rhaegar to the fiery locks of Jon. He lowers his eyes, fearing both of the great men’s gazes. “Yes. . . He has instructed that no one be allowed to dock on Dragonstone and that the young Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys be kept there until further notice.”

Rhaegar clenches his jaw. “Glad to know my father hasn’t changed a bit. And I bet he didn’t grieve the loss of his wife?”

“That I do not know, Your Grace. It was risky enough sending along the message to you.”

He already knew that Aerys didn’t grieve the death of Rhaella. Neither of them had loved the other. It wouldn’t be such a devastating blow to Aerys as it had been to Rhaegar losing (y/n).

“It’s probably best for them to stay on Dragonstone. Safer. As long as Aerys doesn’t try and bring them to King’s Landing. They should be fine.” Rhaegar whispered more so to himself. No one could hurt his younger siblings there on the remote island. He just regretted that they were by themselves. No mother or father, not even their big brother, there to guide them. They were alone, far from any family.

Dismissing the messenger, Rhaegar sighs and sits down at his small table. Sprawled out across the wood surface was his battle plan. A map of all of Westeros with small pieces made of stone, those that were painted red were symbolic of his father’s army, the small stone dragon pieces that were white were for Rhaegar’s troops. They were scattered all throughout the map, many of the red pieces being clustered near King’s Landing and along the Kingsroad. One positive thing that Aerys actually had going for him was his paranoia. It made him act fast in setting up clusters of troops near King’s Landing and any other major road that led to it which in turn proved to make the march more difficult for Rhaegar and his men. Robert Baratheon wasn’t one to be discouraged as he boasted that he would tear down each and everyone of the men that were sent their way. Oberyn liked the storm lord’s enthusiasm as he was ready for the battles to come. Jon, Rhaegar and Arthur were of a more cautious constitution.

“I’m sorry to hear about Queen Rhaella.” Arthur whispered, taking the opposite seat. “She was a good woman.”

“Good women hardly make it in this world.” Commented Jon who was pouring himself a generous glass of wine.

“It seems like I never have time to mourn.” Rhaegar reclines, staring at the red and white that was on the table. “I’ll weep for her when the war is won. . . Are you sure these were all the troops that were planted along the Kingsroad?”

Swirling the dark liquid around, Jon nods. “According to the Spider. Who knows if we can truly trust him though.”

“We can’t. We just have to gamble that he’s an ally.” Arthur replied, playing with an extra white dragon. His fingers rolled around the tiny details, running along the spine that possessed small bumps and along the wings that were curled in.

Rhaegar heaves out a sigh, betraying how weary he was of this whole war. “We have many questionable people on our side. Oberyn believes that we must take everyone who offers us a hand.”

That made Jon chuckle snidely. “He shouldn’t talk. Accepting a marriage proposal to Cersei Lannister. . .” He shakes his head. “Beyond stupid.”

“He has a point though.” The Sword of the Morning admitted, albeit grudgingly. “The only reason Aerys still has the major lords in his hand is due to everyone fearing him and his madness. There are a great many that believe it was him that. . . that set fire to (y/n)’s room. . .” Even Jon winced at the mention of Rhaegar’s late wife. Even a year after her passing and the wound had not yet healed for their prince. It grew infected and worse by the day as he carried her death with him. They saw the damage it had done from his eyes.

Half lidded eyes look up at his friends, those he would trust with his life. They were frozen, waiting for what Rhaegar’s reaction would be. Truth be told he no longer possessed any energy to cry for her even though when he was alone at night, memories of her would dance in his mind. The feeling of how she felt pressed up against him as they slept together in the safety of his bed. . . He longed for those days.

Wetting his lips, Arthur sets down the map piece and looks away. “I’m sorry, Your Grace. I didn’t mean to bring up something so painful. . .”

He shook his head. “Please don’t apologize. Not to me.” Wanting to change the subject, Rhaegar switches his attention back to the matter at hand. “Knowing my father, he probably has men waiting for our army in the Kingswood. As easy as it would be going through there we can’t risk it. The Kingswood is no place for a full on battle. The forces from King’s Landing will know that place like the back of their hand. We have no choice but to cross through the territories of the Reach.”

“That land is rich with those who are leal to Aerys.” Warned Arthur.

“We’ll have more open space if there’s a battle.” The prince counter argued. “We have a large battalion, thanks to the newly added men from Tywin Lannister and Dornishmen that are itching for the sight of blood. It would be an utter blood bath if we were to go through the Kingswood. The Reach offers a nice open battlefield. And who knows, maybe we could win over some of the smaller lords of the Reach.”

Jon finally settles into a seat. “We can only hope so.”

Shouts and screams from outside make the three men rise from their seats, alert and poised; ready for another battle. Rhaegar, closer to the tent’s exit, pulls back the flap and gazes outside to a multitude of knights hastily putting their armor on and climbing onto their horses. Chaos weaves between tents as Jon and Arthur gaze at their army, a frenzied mess.

One knight spots Rhaegar and immediately dashes toward him. The stag of Baratheon emblazoned on his chest. “Your Grace, it’s an ambush on one of our camps.”

“Has anyone caught sight of our enemies’ sigil?” Arthur is quick to ask before the knight runs off to join the battle. Already there is the clashing of swords in the distance that echoed in the once quiet clearing that they had made their camp in.

He shakes his head before hiking his leg over his horse’s back. The war horse gallops away to the source of battle.

Young Bors is already running toward Rhaegar, cheeks ablaze from running. “I’m sorry, Your Grace. I’m sorry that I’m late.”

“Don’t waste your breath on unnecessary apologies.” Rhaegar retreats back into his tent to get ready for another battle.

The fighting was in his northernmost camp where most of the Dornish army resided. Not taking too long to join the fight, a knight wearing the sigil of House Ashford immediately swung his blade at the Silver Prince who had just dismounted his horse. Rhaegar quickly deflected the blow with his own sword, making it sing along the length of his foes’ steal and making a quick jab to the Ashford knight’s throat. He fell off to the side and in came another to claim the glory of killing the would-be king. This time it was by a knight of House Merryweather. Noble houses of the Reach, loyal to Aerys, must have already gotten word of Rhaegar’s victory at Summerhall and prepared for his move through their rich lands. Those loyal to the Mad King were scared of his army as they should be. Spread the word to his father that he was coming for the throne. Rhaegar posed an actual threat with his own troops and forces. Aerys should not take him lightly.

Amidst the battle, Rhaegar caught sight of Robert’s horned helm as he was slaughtering foes left to right with such force that Rhaegar would have mistaken him for the Warrior himself. The young Baratheon bull fought with such force and fury that it was almost terrifying. Rhaegar would not want to be the one fighting against him in combat. There was something off though in Robert’s movement. Despite him seemingly slaying the enemy with ease, he was staggering. Reach knights noticed this as well and took advantage as they swarmed in on him like a bunch of ravenous locusts. Even for Robert, it was too much for him as he was starting to drown among them. Ned was deep in his own fight as was his brother; leaving Robert completely to his own.

Gritting his teeth, Rhaegar made the journey over to the young Baratheon lord to help him. Many got in the way, each one cut down by Rhaegar’s sword. Suns, direwolves, dragons, and stags alike blurred with the banners of the opposition as the frenzied dance continued all around him. This wasn’t like Summerhall which had been an easy victory. It was complete madness. Troops of the Reach were dwindling though, unable to withstand the might of Rhaegar’s army.

Robert met Rhaegar’s gaze, blue against lavender, as Rhaegar hacked away at the throng that had clustered around Robert. The two men fought back to back, defending one another as they thinned out those of House Merryweather and Ashford. Someone knocked off Rhaegar’s helm; who, he could not say as he wasn’t paying attention to sigils anymore. Both men were focused on keeping the other alive.

Before Rhaegar could react, a knight came swinging at his face. As Rhaegar was engaged in another sword fight, he was unable to block the attack. . . * “Your hair is so pretty.” (y/n) chirps happily from behind him. Rhaegar could only chuckle as he sat patiently as the young Lannister girl braided his hair. He looked out across the water that surrounded Dragonstone. A lovely day as a nice breeze makes the grass sway gently against them. Rhaegar’s harp sat across his legs, forgotten as he continued to smile at (y/n) braiding his hair. Little fingers that were clumsy at the harp were working so diligently at braiding his hair.

“Aaaand done!” She proclaims proudly, scooching away from Rhaegar to let him assess her work.

He moves his hand behind his head to feel several thick braids meticulously weaved into his hair. “That’s incredible.” And he meant it. “Where did you learn to do that?”

(y/n) moves back so that she’s facing him. Her own pale blonde hair was pulled back into braids. A pinkish-red ribbon finished off the end of her hair. “Thalina taught me. I used to practice on her hair before Viserys stuck molasses into it. Honestly she looks better with short hair though.”

That made Rhaegar frown. So young and his little brother was already acting up. A few months ago, Rhaella had came for a visit and brought Viserys with her as he was still needing his mother. He wreaked havoc on Dragonstone, as Rhaegar read from letters that (y/n) had sent him. A ‘cute little terror’ as (y/n) had called him. Already becoming entitled, Viserys had not let any of the maesters or septas have any peace when he was there. Especially (y/n). Even though she was older and held authority, Viserys walked all over her and treated her like any other house servant. He pulled her hair, broke her belongings, threw her jewelry into the sea and even set fire to a beautiful doll that Rhaegar had gotten her for her name day. He was surprised that all (y/n) had to say about Viserys was that he was a ‘troublesome child’. Any other girl of her status would have been furious and thrown a tantrum. Not gentle hearted (y/n). She took everything in stride, reminding everyone that he was just a child and didn’t know any better. The truth was that Viserys was being spoiled by their father. Aerys was already putting ideas of entitlement into the little prince’s mind; that everything belonged to him and no one could say no to him. Rhaella could do nothing about it as Aerys always had the last word in how his children were raised.

Rhaegar watches (y/n) as she goes on to make a crown composed of the small white flowers that were strewn all over the hill. She hummed to herself happily as she did so. There was such an improvement in her demeanor that Rhaegar couldn’t help the warmth that permeated in his chest.

“Are you happy here, (y/n)?”

She turns up her soft, green eyes. “Very much! I like to play in the room where the big table is. You can see all the mountains and rivers. It helps me when the maester teaches me geography.”

“Good. I’m glad.” * Rhaegar held up the hand mirror to examine his face.

“Can you still see out of your right eye?” Jon fretted behind him.

“Truth be told, I can’t see anything. My vision is all foggy.”

Robert, mending from his own wounds, gives out a hearty chuckle. “That’s what milk of the poppy will do to you.”

Even though he couldn’t see much, Rhaegar could still make out the vicious red line that went diagonally across his face. Pieces of his silver hair had been slashed off, making the maester cut off his long hair. Apparently it wouldn’t do to have the future king with a shabby haircut. Rhaegar thought it the least of his worries as he tried to force his vision to clear.

In a more serious tone, Robert continues. “You saved my life. I’m in your debt now.”

Gingerly, Rhaegar prodes at his face. It stung only a little bit, the milk of the poppy doing it’s job in numbing the pain. A scar, it would leave a nasty scar. He remembered (y/n)’s scars that were on her back. Long and jagged, now they matched. Rhaegar could still remember running his lips and tongue over her scars, how she would twitch as his motions tickled her slightly. A giggle would escape her and he would do it again out of playfulness instead of lust. There was no sound sweeter in the world than that of (y/n)’s uncontrollable giggles.

He set down the mirror and turned his attention to Robert. “Consider the debt repaid once I have my throne.”

He wouldn’t play games with his father anymore. Aerys had done too much damage. Killing (y/n) and continuously harming the gentle Rhaella. . .

Gone was the boy who loved to play his harp to delight his little fiancee.

Rhaegar would go after him with fire and blood.

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter ten

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 17, 2016 madrid, spain orion

Slightly hungover, I wake up to four missed calls from Calum, along with twenty-something text messages. It's been a while since they were in Europe. They went to the US for a month or so and then toured Australia and New Zealand. Now the that tour is over, none of 5SOS are really posting much, so I don’t even know where in the world he is these days.

We'd gone out last night — me, Paula, Ilse, Marta, and Lucia. We started at Space Monkey, taking advantage of Lucia's employee discount. We ended up at Capital, which is notably the fanciest place we could've gone. I wasn't allowed to wear my normal sneakers, which made me mad, especially for having to pay the 20€ cover fee to get in. I'm not that hungover. My head just hurts and my stomach needs food, and I'm definitely exhausted.

Calum and I have texted and Facetimed sparsely since they left Europe, but I've tried to keep it brief. I'm sure he's been seeing other girls since they’ve been on different continents, and I’ve been trying to make the most of my time in Madrid with my wonderful roommates who’ve turned into great friends. He doesn’t need to waste his time on me. I don’t expect anything out of him. We were just a temporary thing. I don’t know that we make sense beyond the time we’ve spent together, so I’ve been trying to keep my expectations low. He’s called me here and there, but again, I’ve tried to keep it brief. I’ve been trying to avoid getting too attached, and the more we talk, the more attached I’d get.

His onslaught of notifications totally catches me off guard. What does he want? Why would he text me that many times and call, all at once? Did he give me an STD? Jesus, how would I even get tested here? Just go to the hospital?

I nervously open my messages app to see what he’s sent.

From: calum 5sos

hi what are you doing today

your fav bassist may or may not be back in madrid

okay yeah he’s here

i’m in madrid and i want to see you

may or may not have been my first choice in post-tour destination

may or may not be because of you

wow i definitely don’t mean to be creepy

i’ve missed you

so much

just checked your insta story and assuming you’re hungover and/or asleep still

pls let me know when you’re up

also you looked so hot last night

wanna get avo toast and coffee and donuts?!

orion

fuck

i want to see you

i’m outside your place btw sorry to show up uninvited.

if you want me to leave please tell me

i know it’s been a bit but i’ve wanted to see you for so long

i’ll hang here til 2.

no worries if you’re asleep!!! get that beauty rest but you’re the prettiest ever regardless i promise

i just really missed you and am so excited to see you

hope you wake up soon so i can squeeze you

i want to spend every second with you so the weeks apart have been torture

can’t wait to see you. seriously.

pls wake up and let me in

While I guess I am excited to see him, I don’t know what he’s doing here. He came here first? He chose to see me over his family and friends? Madrid isn’t exactly close to LA or Australia. I think his sister lives in London, so maybe he’s on his way to her.

I don’t bother to check the voicemails — his texts have said more than enough.

To: calum 5sos

um hi just woke up

i’ll be down in a bit

I get out of bed and change my sleep shorts to jeans, throwing a hoodie on over my sports bra, and slipping my feet into my beloved white sneakers. I leave my room to head to the bathroom and find Paula and Lucia cuddled up on the couch, scrolling through their phones. It’s 11:30 now, and they’ve both showered it seems, since their hair is wet, so I’m guessing they’ve been up for a while.

“Buenos,” Paula greets me. She doesn’t look hungover at all, but I don’t think she actually drank that much last night.

“Hi,” I say back, debating talking to her or just getting to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face quickly. I decide to update her on the situation. “Um, Calum’s outside?”

Her eyes go wide and she puts her phone down. “What?” She’s also grinning at me wickedly. She has always loved the idea of me and Cal together, but I always reminded her we were just casual and to stop getting so excited about our prospect as a ‘real’ couple. This news is probably music to her ears.

“I don’t know, he sent me, like, twenty texts and called me a bunch.” I sigh, running my hand through my hair. I don’t know why, but I’m stressed about this. What the fuck is he doing here?

“Orion, I keep telling you. He likes you!”

I frown. Why would he choose me? “I don’t know. I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then go see what he wants.”

Letting the water heat up so I can wash my face, I brush my teeth and braid my hair. In the mirror, I see I still have mascara smudges from taking off my makeup in my drunken stupor early this morning. I do my best to wake myself up with the hot water and quickly apply some mascara and brow gel. I don’t need to impress Calum, but suddenly I hate my reflection. I frown at myself and let out a sigh, and then I leave the bathroom, hurrying out the door of the apartment and down the creaky stairs.

When I step out onto the sidewalk, I see him. He’s sitting on the bench that’s about 20 feet from the door, scrolling on his phone. Next to him, I see a small bouquet of chamomile, a silky pink ribbon tied around the flowers. Calum is wearing a cobalt blue hoodie and his typical black pants with a pair of white sneakers. His hair is hidden under a gray beanie. My stupid heart starts beating faster at the sight of him. He looks sleepy and cozy.

I gulp and approach the bench, clearing my throat to catch his attention. Calum looks up at me with his dark brown eyes and instantly grins when we make eye contact. He practically jumps up and runs to me, engulfing me in a tight hug and lifting me off the ground.

I hug him back. It is nice to see him, I’ve decided. He’s warm and he smells nice this morning.

Calum holds me in the air for what feels like a very long time before he sets me back on the ground.

“Hi,” he breathes. He’s still beaming at me, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “I’ve missed you.”

Why?

“I’ve missed you too,” I find myself saying. I have, but I’ve been trying not to think about it. I’ve tried to keep my distance.

He then pulls me into another hug, and I awkwardly wrap my arms around him again, still in shock that he’s here right now. And he missed me. He missed me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. My voice is soft, quiet. I’m so uncertain about this situation.

“I wanted to see my favorite girl.”

I’m his favorite girl?

I don’t say anything else. I just remain wrapped around him, breathing in his scent and enjoying his warmth. It’s a bit chilly today. Fall has started to kick in, and I’m jealous of Calum’s beanie right now.

“Would I be able to go upstairs for a sec? I’ve been here for a few hours and really need to pee. I didn’t want to leave in case you came down while I was gone. Didn’t want to miss my chance to surprise you properly.”

I nod against him, untangling my limbs from his. “Yeah, of course,” I breathe out. I take a step back, and he grabs my hand quickly, pulling me back closer to him. He leans down and kisses me, which catches me off guard. This whole thing is catching me off guard and I’m so confused. My brain won’t compute what’s happening.

“Sorry, just needed to kiss you real quick.” He laughs. The smile on his face is still plastered there, unceasing.

I manage to smile slightly at him before I use his hand to pull him toward the door of our building. We climb up the creaky stairs back to our apartment, and I take a deep breath before I open the door to our apartment, hoping Paula and Lucia aren’t gossiping about Calum as we walk in.

Cal’s been here before, of course, so he just heads straight to the bathroom and I whisper to him that I’ll be in the living room when he’s done. Lucia and Paula are waiting patiently for me in the living room, speaking almost silently in Spanish to each other. They look to me excitedly and expectantly, hoping I can share some sort of insights with them as to why Calum is here.

‘He LOVES you’ Paula mouths to me as I sit on an armchair that faces the couch they’re sitting on.

‘STOP’ I mouth back, shooting her an angry glare. The walls in the apartment are thin, and you can usually hear everything if you listen hard enough. I don’t want to risk Calum hearing what she says.

We’re all surprised when we hear a scream and some door slamming.

“Sorry! What the fuck!?” Ilse yells. She must have tried to go to the bathroom. At this point we don’t even knock before we enter it; we’re all so close and familiar we just enter the bathroom whenever we want. It’s four girls and only one bathroom, so we have just given up on privacy in there. When Lucia is here, it’s five girls and one bathroom, so she’s just gotten used to our practice and uses it just like she would if she lived here. It seems that she’s tried to go in while Cal is in there.

I hear her footsteps scurrying to the living room.

“What the hell is Calum doing here?!” Ilse whisper-yells when she gets to us.

“I don’t know!” I whisper-yell back.

We all turn our heads as the sound of the toilet flushing and the door squeaking back open hits our ears, followed by the sound of Cal’s quiet footsteps to the living room.

“Sorry, Ilse — I should’ve locked it. Baño is all yours.” He looks a little embarrassed, but it’s not like we haven’t all seen that infamous Snapchat. “Also, hi everyone. Good to see you.”

“Why are we screaming so early?” Marta’s voice echoes out, and she joins us all in the living room seconds later. It takes a moment for her to register that Calum is here, and then her eyes widen and she freezes in shock. “Calum?”

“Hi Marta! Sorry to wake you up,” he apologizes. He crosses the small space between them and wraps her into a quick hug, and then he hugs Ilse, and then Paula, and then Lucia.

This is weird. This is so weird. He’s met them all before but this just feels so different. None of us could’ve predicted he’d be here this morning.

“We’re gonna go grab breakfast. Do any of you want us to bring you anything back? Coffees?”

He’s met with a chorus of ‘yes please, coffee’ and he nods, looking at me expectantly with a small smile. “Ready to go?”

I nod wordlessly and turn around, heading for the door. I hear Cal’s footsteps behind me quickly, and we leave the apartment once again and get to the street. Almost as some kind of reflex, I grab his hand in mine and start walking toward my favorite breakfast place, assuming that’s where he’d want to go. We walk in silence for a few minutes before he disrupts the quiet.

“Are you okay? You’re pretty quiet.” He squeezes my hand.

I nod again. “Yeah, just kinda stunned, I guess?”

“You didn’t think I’d want to visit you as soon as I could? I wanted to keep it as somewhat of a surprise!” He laughs his sweet, quiet laugh and I feel his thumb rub the back of my hand the way he’s done so many times before.

I clear my throat and shake my head. “No, I didn’t really expect that you’d want to see me again, honestly.”

My shoulder is almost ripped from its socket when Calum suddenly stops walking.

“What?”

I turn around to face him and his expression is a mix of confusion and hurt.

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you again?”

His expression makes my heart hurt a bit. I didn’t mean anything nasty by what I said, but I truly didn’t expect that we’d keep seeing each other now that the European leg is over and tour is over and he can go back to his normal life.

I shrug. “I guess I just thought you’d move on.”

He frowns. “Did you want me to move on?”

No. I didn’t want him to move on. I liked him. I liked him a lot. The idea of us being more than what we were just felt unattainable, so I always assumed he would move on. I was sure there was a girl or two in the other places they went, and surely back in LA there are plenty of girls more suitable for him, other musicians and actresses and influencers; definitely not some random student at UCLA.

“Of course not.”

Calum looks deeply confused and hurt, which wasn’t my intention. I feel bad. “Orion, I really like you. Have I not made that clear?” He’s not being snarky with his question. He sounds genuine and uncertain, which makes me feel worse.

He had been texting me this whole time we’d been apart. He likes everything I post to Instagram. He calls me every week.

Have I just been an idiot this whole time?

“I thought I was just the girl in Europe.”

His eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I guess kind of like… a groupie? I was the girl you hung out with in Europe. Maybe just one of the girls? I figured there were others, and you had girls in Asia and America and Australia.”

Calum looks bewildered. “No, no. Orion, this whole time, it’s just been you. I like you. I’m so sorry if I wasn’t clear, because I thought you knew.”

Still in shock, I really don’t know how to reply.

“Shit, Matt had you on our security list as ‘Orion Moss - Calum’s girlfriend.’”

Girlfriend? We’re both silent for a few seconds, the words hanging in the air. I feel like I can almost read them floating in the space between us.

“Am I?”

Now Calum seems to be at a loss for words. He’s still confused, upset almost.

Am I his girlfriend? Do I want to be his girlfriend? I guess that’s a stupid question. Of course I do. I check his tagged photos on Instagram as a pre-bed ritual almost every night. I scroll through the photos we have together in my camera roll constantly; I even made an album of them so they’re all in one place. When he texts me, I have to intentionally make myself wait to reply so I don’t seem too clingy or desperate.

“Do you want to be?” He finally asks.

This time I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Relief washes over him and I watch his stress melt away. A smile appears shortly thereafter, and then he’s stepping toward me, kissing me for the second time this morning. There’s a warmth that starts to burn in my chest and I find myself smiling against his lips. He’s here. He’s really here and he likes me.

Calum creates a tiny bit of space between our mouths, just enough that he can speak. “Then please, please be my girlfriend.”

I giggle, feeling like a giddy little kid whose crush just said they like them back on the playground. “I am happy to accept your offer.”

We kiss a bit more, and then I start feeling self conscious when I remember we’re just making out on a sidewalk in Spain’s most populous city, one of the largest cities in Europe, and he’s famous and anyone could see us and post about it. I pull away, saying we can continue it later, and he says he can’t wait.

We resume our walk to the cafe, hand in hand, and I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face. When I glance at Calum, he’s smiling too. I’m probably happier right now than I have been in a very long time. Once we reach the cafe, he stops.

“Want to get it to go? We can get donuts too and take it to Retiro for a little picnic.” His suggestion sounds perfect, so I agree.

We order our breakfasts — hummus and avocado toast for me, tortilla con jamón for him — and wait a few minutes before they bring it to us. Cal pays, as always, and then we walk to the donut shop that I consider my favorite place in the whole world. We get a four pack of the day’s most unique flavors, along with oat milk cappuccinos to drink, and then we travel the short distance to Retiro, which is bustling as always.

We sit by the pond to watch people using the little paddle boats, and I try to aesthetically set up our spread of food to take a picture. Calum just watches me in amusement while I try to get the perfect shot. Once I’ve got it, I tell him he can start eating. I quickly text the picture to the group chat with my flat mates, whose replies come through instantly, as if they were waiting for me to text them an update (which, to be fair, they probably were).

To: lavapies ladies!!!

Image attached

brunch picnic in retiro with my BOYFRIEND

From: paula (lavapies ladies!!!!)

BITCH I TOLD YOU

HOLY SHIT

From: marta (lavapies ladies!!!!)

DIOS MIOOOOOO

From: ilse (lavapies ladies!!!!)

she’s a rockstar’s girlfriend aaaahhhhhh

From: paula (lavapies ladies!!!!)

“it’s just casual” mY MF ASSSSS

At the last message, I roll my eyes, locking my phone and putting it into my back pocket. I look up from my phone and find Calum’s camera pointed at me. The shutter goes off as soon as I make eye contact with the lens.

“Just wanna remember this moment,” he gushes, smiling so sweetly at me before putting his phone away too.

We then dig in to the spread, but of course it’s far too much food for the two of us. I know we’ll bring whatever is left back to my apartment and the girls will inhale it all, so it’s fine. I get to listen to lots more tour stories from Calum than he’s shared over text or on our brief phone calls, and I tell him more about my classes and the little adventures I’ve gone on with my roommates. It’s so nice getting to talk to him again. It’s so easy, and it feels right, and I just feel so giddy about the fact that it wasn’t just a casual thing. It’s real, and it’s serious.

It’s then that I realize it, and I don’t know what took me so long. I now know I was in denial, but it’s clear as day while we sit in this park.

I am completely and utterly in love with Calum Hood.