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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 9 months ago

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Wait for you Pt.2 | L.N.

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Nothing can stand between true love. But what if said love is taken from one's memory?

Warnings: angst, fluff:3

Word count: ~4.9K

A/N: Hello hello! I have finally got aroud to finishing this piece! Hope ya'll enjoy it <3

Lando could not concentrate, not for more than a sentence before his mind was once again playing you as his favourite movie.

Your smile, your eyes it all felt too good to be true and lord… the kiss. Lando had to physically restrain himself every time his mind went there. All he wanted was to run out of this room full of people talking about plans for the upcoming race and just run to you.

His skin was itchy and on fire from waiting for your touch. Now that you’ve given him a dose, given him hope, he was hooked with anticipation for more.

After the conference everyone dispersed into their own rooms except for Lando who followed Oscar to his driver’s room.

“Oscar you will not believe what happened!” Lando giggled as he closed the door.

Thus began the recollection of the touching moment on the roof top with you.

“- and then I asked her out and she said yes, and even gave me a kiss on my cheek before I entered the conference room! Can you imagine that Oscar?! She kissed me!” excitement was pooling around Lando’s lower lash line.

Oscar had forgotten what a truly happy Lando looked like and no matter how tired he was now, he did not want to be anywhere but right here on the uncomfortably tough sofa, listening to his friend talk about his love, especially because that love was you.

“Well that sounds like good news mate, where are you gonna take her by the way?” Oscar watched the life drain from Lando’s face as the excitement for the rendezvous converted to pure stress of the situation.

“Oh my God?! Where am I going to take her?!” Lando started pacing around the small room in circles making Oscar feel positively dizzy just from following Lando with his eyes.

“HELP ME OSCAR!” The older male pulled at his own hair out of sheer desperation for someone else’s input.

“Well just take her where you’ve taken her before, it’ll help her jog the memory,” Oscar answered calmly, rubbing his eyes. Lando’s pacing really did make him dizzy.

“Wait, that’s actually a really good idea. She loved our first date, she was never tired from talking about it,” Lando‘s eyes sparkled with the memory of your hands wrapping around his every time you told someone about your first date. Those were the moments when Lando understood just how deeply he felt for you and how you loved him just as much.

“Exactly. Everything is gonna work out, I can feel it,” Oscar laid an encouraging hand on his teammates shoulder. If reassurance was what Lando needed, Oscar will be there to provide.

The next few days at the paddock were filled with shy glances and giggles as the date spurred the two to secure their connection. Your laughter was never ending as so were Lando’s bright smiles. It seemed that every sentence Lando could think of sounded like the funniest joke to your ears.

While Oscar explained their upcoming race schedule to Lando, comically unbeknownst to him, Lando’s eyes were trained only on one person, as for all his attention too.

“What do you think about that Lando?” Oscar looked into the eyes of his friend only to find his point of attention trained behind himself rather than at him.

As he turned to find the culprit of Lando’s attention, he found no one else but you perched on a counter, lit up by the golden evening sun. Lando giggled as you waved at him and lifted his hand to wave back at you, both of your blushes ever-growing.

“Oh c’mon man, we’ve been through this!” Oscar’s eyes rolled back into his skull.

Damn these two love birds. As much as Oscar was thrilled for his friends once again being together the shy-giggly faze is just as annoying as it was a year ago.

You winked at Lando and he almost lost his stance.

“Really?” Oscar signs.

“She’s flirting with me!” Lando became defensive clutching his chest.

“Mate she’s literally your girlfriend…”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that,” Lando’s smile never left his face as he watched your eyes focus back on the book that lay rested on your thighs.

In that moment something clicked for Lando. Life is truly as good as it can get. All uncertainty has been washed away by hope. It truly felt like you were healing him with every single glance. Perhaps it was just Lando’s imagination but whenever he met your eyes they were yours, he knew those eyes and for the first time in a long time Lando could let himself cry out of happiness when thinking of you. The clouds have dispersed, with each passing day you remembered more and said things that would make Lando stop in his tracks.

Lando no longer needed to look for you, because you were already there…

The over-packed luggage bag fell out of your hands at the sweet sight of a white fluffy bed. Lord knows you wasted no time jumping into the bed after kicking your shoes off at the door.

“Ughhh, this is heaven,” your voice was muffled by numerous pillows, but Lando still heard it clearly.

“I’m gonna set up my sim here, okay?” He asked, unsure if you wished for him to leave or stay. After all sleep was what you favoured over anything.

“Yeah it’s no problem, you know I don’t mind you being around,” you lifted your head slightly and shot him a smile.

“You’re the best!” Lando smiled in excitement and in a few minutes the desk area of the hotel bedroom became a sim racing corner.

“cute,” you admired the man only loud enough for yourself to hear.

It felt like only a couple seconds had passed before Lando was once again calling your name.

“Y/nnnn, are you sleeping?” His eyes met your half lidded ones. Gosh you looked cute, all sleepy… and so kissable.

“I am now,” you yawned the words out, eyes not yet fully open.

“Good, you better not be sleeping, I need you to see me win this,” his concentration in the game never faltered even with you on his mind.

“Don’t worry I’m awake,” you yawned once again making Lando chuckle. “You know, you could just wake me up when you finish and tell me the result?”

“Nooo,” he whined, “I need you to watch me win. Are you watching me?” He turned back for a second just to make sure you were behind him.

And you were. You were sitting there wrapped in a blanket, eyes big and oh so soft. You were there with him and that was all he ever needed.

You climbed out of the bed and stood behind him, hands in his hair and a kiss on his temple to which he let out a satisfactory sigh. ”You’re going to win Lan, I know you can.”

“I’ll only win if you’re by my side, love.” He crossed the finish line and turned around kissing you deeply before you could even congratulate him. His hands were quick to hook under your thighs, your warm skin tickling his fingers. He picked you up effortlessly, nestling the both of you into the bed that had already soaked up the scent of your floral perfume. It’s the same one he gifted you on your last birthday.

Your hands tangled around him, pulling him closer until you breathe the same air. His eyes were glossy, pupils dilated to a point where you could barely see the storm of green and blue. Your fingertips draged across his soft skin and to his silky curls. He was everywhere and you hoped it always stayed that way.

You’re still drunk on quality sleep when the morning light pulled you out of the peaceful slumber. Your hands instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed ghosting over the empty mattress, “Lan?”

A pout formed on your lips as you found the bed empty and void of any and all warmth.

Suddenly your eyes shot open but then again closed up, pain of the bright lighting residing in your retina.

You turned to your left side. Empty bedside. No Lando.

You felt yourself swimming in confusion. Your memories mixing with moments unseen before.

Was I dreaming? Dreaming of Lando in my bed? Quite puzzling indeed.

But what puzzled you most was that you were in Spain, but Lando was not in your bed.

That revelation, for some unknown reason, did not sit well with you.

Overwhelmed you sat up on the bed, trying so hard to understand why for the love of god you were looking for Lando in your bed.

Why would Lando be here? Why was he in my dream? Was it really a dream?

You got off the bed and started looking for any clues that the dream was not actually a dream but reality.

Although the only thing you found is yourself feeling something for Lando Norris you had not felt before.

Dream or reality? This only served to confuse your heart further.

Your eyes caught the clock on the wall, a clear sign that you should hurry as the slender black arrow was about to meet the number seven.

Today was a free day for the grid. That meant that you were to meet Oscar and Lando in the hotel gym and later head for a complimentary breakfast with the two.

Hanging at the gym with them was not as fun as most imagine. Without their active energy being aimed at making jokes it was easy to get bored since you were not in a mood for a workout.

After walking around for a good five minutes you ran into Alonso.

Ever since you first came to formula 1 Fernando fit right into your life, kind of like a father figure at most times and sometimes as an older and much wiser friend.

For that very reason you were now sat at one of the many leather benches talking the older man’s ear off about everything that had been going left instead of turning out right.

“Every day whenever I’m left alone it just gets so annoying, like I truly have nothing to do, but I have nothing I want to do. Like I’m just trying to sit somewhere and relax but it somehow feels too bland,” a heavy sign exited your lungs making Fernando put down his weights and put all of his attention on you now.

“Take them,” he was clutching a plastic earphone box lightly in his left hand, extending it towards you.

“Don’t you need them?” you lifted your eyes out of curiosity but did not dare take them just yet.

Fernando was quick to brush your question off, “Ech, I don’t like these wireless things, I always loose them.”

Your eyes locked on the case. Do I even like listening to music?

“Don’t worry these are unused, I got them from PR this morning,” he let out a chuckle, unnerved by your silence after being surrounded by your voice for so long.

��Are you sure?” you were uncertain but Fernando thrust the case into your hands and ruffled your hair as you smiled up at the man. “Thank you Fernando.”

“It’s all my pleasure sweetheart, it’s about time you started listening to your music again.”

Fernando walked away before you could inquire him about your taste of music, and how he knew so much about it.

There it was again, that uncomfortable feeling. You felt as if you were behind in class, like everyone knew what was going on and which formula to use for a certain problem, but you did not.

Everyone around you seemed to know things about you before you got to discover them yourself and that did nothing but make you uncomfortable in your own skin.

That is where the spiralling set in.

All of a sudden the world shifted off its natural axes and you were no longer there. Your words seemed to get stuck in your head, your movements too slow and every time you tried to pay attention your mind was engulfed in a thick cloud.

It was all messing you up to further close in on yourself.

Lando noticed. Of course Lando noticed. Even if it was only a week, Lando noticed…

There was one thing Lando actually paid attention to and it was you. But once again his great attraction to you was beginning to pain him, little by little scratching at his heart. With each cold shoulder and weak smile he could feel it, he could feel you moving further from him while he was stationary, just a few steps behind you, nonetheless too far than he’d like to be.

Lando’s eyes drifted around the white ceiling of his driver’s room as he tried to trace his steps back and see what might have caused you to stray from him. Was it something he did? If it was he’d better fix it before it became too late. But what could he have done?

You had the date about three weeks ago, that was fine, great even, and he hadn’t had you so happy and respondent in months. Then there was the free week before Spain which he spent with his family while you went to Australia with Oscar, but you texted and called every single day, most days it was you who initiated the calls and reassured him that he was not keeping you from sleep as the two of you were separated by many, many hours.

Then there was the night you landed in Spain. Lando had waited in the airport for hours, wishing he was the one to take you to the hotel and surprise you with your favourite flowers.

He remembered Spain last year. He could never forget, it was your first time at a race as a couple, the relationship still fresh as a wildflower. Lando was hoping for a win, and he felt he could win with you by his side, like he did the night before on the sim, only because you were there watching him with your soft loving and undeniably sleepy eyes…

He expected to jog your memory with the help of the familiar Spanish scenery however it appeared to blow up right in his face the next day.

He picked you up at the airport and you were happy. Right? Yes. You jumped into his arms, you held his hand and even let a tear escape your eye as you held the flowers close to your chest. On the ride to the hotel you talked so much, excitedly telling him about all kinds of aussie adventures you, Oscar and his girlfriend Lilly got up to. He listened all through them with a pearly smile, even if he had heard the stories before from Oscar, asking you questions while knowing the answers to them only because he knew you’d feel cared for and appreciated if he asked. And to end the short but splendid night you kissed goodnight after he walked you to your room. It was meant to be a thank you for his kindness but the real thank you for him where your eyes.

Your eyes were his weakness since day one.

But the next day your eyes were not your eyes anymore… They were not yours ever since.

Was this it? Is this how life is going to be now? He will work and work to get just a bit of you for you to forget it all the next day.

He had heard about such a thing from doctors how some amnesia patients have clear sky days when they become who they were before but even a slight factor can alter that and not an hour later they can forget all that happened before.

Does this mean you will never remember him?

What if you never love him again…

“Lan get up you muppet we have a race starting in 20,” Oscar yanked the older boy awake from his daydream and watched him return to reality. “Everything okay mate?” he observed the tired eyes of his friend.

“Yeah… let’s go.” Lando trained his gaze away from Oscar and left the room first. As much as he needed to talk about you now, he just couldn’t do it, not to Oscar, not again…

Your fingers mindlessly wrapped around your ring pulling it on and off constantly before your skin started burning, but that didn’t stop your behaviour.

Thanks to your mind running faster than an F1 car you’ve figured out a few things this week.

First. You liked Lando Norris. And that’s great.

But dreaming about him being your boyfriend? Now that’s a bit too much.

Second. You liked music. More than you initially thought you did.

Third. You liked cornflowers. The blue ones.

You didn’t know that before. You couldn’t really think of a flower you liked before…

Fourth. You had no idea who you were.

There it was again, that unshakable feeling out of alignment. Like the whole world had tilted and you were no longer on the same axis as before. Was it only a few degrees off but you felt worlds apart from the days before.

Your heart was racing again, lungs refusing to take in the oxygen, though it was all around. It was easy and natural to breathe, something no one needed to think about to control, it just happened and for some reason you were once again stuck unable to control your own self, just as you were unable to calm your pounding head.

You entered the garage where Oscar and Lando stood listening to one of their engineers explaining something to them animatedly. The earbuds in your ears were almost unnoticeable, even with the melodic tune, until you made eye contact with Lando’s clear blues did the familiar tune follow.

But I knew you,

Dancin' in your Levi's,

Drunk under a streetlight,

I knew you.

All of a sudden it hit you quite literally like a truck full of bricks. And the world completely swung off its axis.

The memories spun as a wind whirl in front of your eyes.

It played like a movie.

Your eyes filled with tears before you could turn away and leave the crowded space. Too confused and much too overwhelmed with what you’ve just remembered.

There was Lando, and he was everywhere. He was holding your hands and he was kissing you and he was sleeping in your bed. But you didn’t understand where all of this came from, when just moments ago you were trying to figure out if you even like the man, now you felt such a tremendous pull towards him, it scared you.

Lando had watched your small smile fade into a look of confusion and your eyes filled with tears. Your last look was it. Eyebrows pulled together, eyes glossy. Something he had not seen in months now. Your whole face was contoured with memories of you two together. And he could see that, he could see it from your eyes, the eyes that recognised him once more, only they were not glistening with love but with salty tears.

She remembered me. She is crying.

Panic ran Lando’s blood cold. He wanted to chase after you but before he could take one step in your direction a firm hand on his shoulder held him back.

Lando looked at the hand before lifting his eyes to meet the concerned eyes of his teammate, “Lando I know what she means to you, but you have a race starting in 5 minutes. We need to get in those cars.”

“But she’s crying Oscar, something is wrong.” Lando’s voice was demanding and rough, if he needed to push Oscar down to get to you he’d do it, no matter how much the thought of hurting his friend displeased him.

Oscar registered the fiery gaze that made home in Lando’s eyes and he did not want to see what followed but he had no thought of letting him go.

“You have to make a choice Lando. It was never going to be easy.”

As much as it hurt Oscar to say those words to his friend, all he wanted was for you and Lando to be together again.

But Oscar saw you this week. And he saw Lando this week. And neither were sights to marvel at.

You were always an extension of Lando and he poured all he had into the girl he loved. But you were different now, and that was changing Lando, although not always in a right way.

By the end of the day if you did not remember loving him and if their labour proved fruitless Lando would have nothing left. No you, no him. For now Lando at least had F1 and Oscar knew that the only thing he could do is help his friend protect his precious job because he had no call in your mind or feelings.

Only a month ago Oscar felt how everything would work out, but maybe working out meant you two finding your happiness apart and not together. Healing separately and moving on from what had passed. As disturbing as that sounded, it looked like the only solution for both of your wellness.

“Boys, cars, now!” a voice boomed, directing them to take their positions.

Oscar and Lando shared one last glance before Lando pulled his helmet back on and settled into his seat.

It’s gonna be a tough race. Oscar thought.

As expected the race was unlike no other this year, 3 crashes, 5 DNF’s all while Lando drove with the concentration of an eagle, his eyes on the road, but your eyes in his mind.

Lando was rethinking everything, he quite literally had the time, almost two hours before he’s allowed out of this car and can finally see you, he needed to be ready for what was to come in the future… or if there was any future for the two of you left.

What if it is the end?

What if you don’t want him anymore?

A couple of tears travelled down his hot cheek and mixed with his sweat. His eyes were burning, his chest was burning but he pushed and pushed himself unafraid to perform a dangerous over-take with the car in front of him. Mere seconds later a loud cheer echoed through his ear.

“P1 LANDO! YOU ARE THE WINNER LANDO!”

“I won?” He repeated while finishing the cool-down lap, complete disbelief soaking his words.

As soon as he stepped out of the car it was all cheering and flashing lights.

I need you to watch me win. Are you watching me? His own voice resonated through his ears, the memory of your eyes before him.

That was the last thread before he broke down crying next to his car.

Everyone cheered even louder. They thought he was facing the high of his life while he felt like rotting in hell.

He needed you to see him when he won. Now he did win, but you were not watching…

He knew you. He knew you so well. When you told him you’d be there, when you kissed his cheek, when you watched the night sky with him, when you held his hand. He knew you’d come back to him. He knew he’d get to hold your hand again and watch you smile all thanks to his wit.

Only he did not know it would be temporary…

Air got caught in Lando’s throat, it was suffocating being encaged within the helmet.

While Lando stood on the podium accepting his award not once did he look down at the crowd before him. Keeping his eyes on the trophy or the other men sharing the podium with him.

But never down, never to the left corner where from the side of his eye he could see that cluster of bright papaya, never to the very front of that gate, never to where you were supposed to be standing.

Because inside he knew that you were not there, but if he never looked back there then there will be no confirmation, so the theoretical possibility that you might just be there was all he could get and he would hold on to it for dear life.

If he never looked down, he could just let himself imagine that you were there, watching him win…

“See boy, you can’t win everything, but when your time comes, you get all that you want. And Lando, you very well deserve this,” it was Fernando tapping the younger boy on the shoulder, expressing his congratulations.

yeah… I won a race but I lost my love.

Sadness encapsulated his heart and the last thing he wanted now was to pretend to celebrate a long awaited win. Before anyone could get their hands on him he disappeared to his driver’s room.

He opened the door and locked it behind himself. He needed to be alone now.

“Lando,” your soft voice greeted him.

“I knew you,” your eyes were ablaze, “I don’t know how or where it came from, but I knew you and I loved you.” You tried your best to calmly express all feelings that came crashing down on you mere hours ago.

“Loved?” Lando breathed under his nose, he was shattered beyond repair as your declaration made him take in a large gulp of air. Lando could feel himself getting mad. This is so fucking unfair.

“You’re so mean.” He slumped down on the couch, his eyes directed away from you.

“What? Lando I’m trying to-“, you stepped closer to him, instantly regretting that decision.

“AND YOU DON‘T THINK I AM?! I’ve been trying for months now, all alone, while you wanted nothing to do with me. You didn’t even know me, while I had to live around you, still in love with you. It’s so unfair, SO FUCKING UNFAIR ALL OF THIS!”, his hands waved with inner rage. He knew he wasn’t mad at you, it was not your fault, but he was mad at something and he needed to let that out. He needed you to finally know how he felt.

“Lando I am sorry, I-“, you tried to interrupt before Lando completely broke.

“IT’S SO UNFAIR THAT YOU WEREN’T THERE, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WATCH ME. SURE YOU DON’T REMEMBER, BUT I DO, I REMEMBER, YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D WATCH ME WIN! AND YOU DIDN’T! YOU LIED!” With each word his voice became louder and louder, he was letting his emotions out for once, tired of holding them in for the sake of everyone else but himself.

“I know Lando! And I did watch you,” you tried to keep your mind levelled and let him let his frustrations out.

“NO, NO YOU DIDN’T, YOU RAN OUT BEFORE THE RACE COULD EVEN START, Y/N I SAW YOU!”

“I. WATCHED. YOU.” You’re the one to raise your voice now, getting close to his face. You needed to show him that you could hear him.

“We were here in Spain a year ago and you were sim racing before the race, you told me to watch you race, because you wanted me to see you win and you did win. But when we woke up the next day I had caught a cold and could not watch you race out on the circuit. You lost and you were crushed. I know Lando. I was there. And I am here now, only this time I was here too, I watched you race and I watched you win.” Your own voice glazed in assertiveness just to make him listen.

Lando’s eyes were in tears, his hands in tight fists unable to understand how something like this could have happened. All of these emotions crashing down on him, he didn’t know what to do, he did not know how to react, he was lost.

Your gentle touch worked to unwrap his tight grip and relax him before placing his palms on your tear stained cheeks.

You’d show him a way, the way you always had.

“I remember Lando. I remember everything. I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone for so long. I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you. But we can fix this we can work on this together right?” you pleaded with your eyes, attentively searching his own for an answer.

Lando’s first instinct was to pull you into a crushing hug, breathing you in like you were his oxygen.

Lando finally felt at home. It was and always would be your touch, your presence that could ground him.

“You came back to me. I will do everything to keep you close, Y/n,” He whispered into your neck, the hot air tickling your skin making you giggle.

“You came back,” he held you even tighter and your hands were just as firm grasping him.

“I‘ll never leave you again,” you ran your hands through his soaked curls, letting the memories of your life before take over each one of your cells and fill you, “I’m sorry for taking so long my love,”

“Don’t be.” Lando broke the hug so he could look into your eyes again.

Now he saw his true prize. It was your eyes, your rosy cheeks, your glistening lips. You were back and you still loved him,“ I’d always wait for you.”

Tags: @goldsbitch @cmleitora @mickslover @darleneslane @queenofmanydreams @ujws5

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toomanybrainrots · 11 months ago

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Hi! Saw your requests were open, may I ask for a TFA Optimus x fem reader hcs who was a queen of her species? (Hope this makes sense) ty!

Ya'll would probably believe that I love making women tall. Anyways, hope this fits!

Warning(s)/content: female reader, female pronouns and/or called female adjacent things

TFA Optimus with a female reader who's a queen(literally)

You first met Optimus when your pod had crash landed on Earth, having been seperated from the rest of your species

There were reports of strange sightings of an alien, and Optimus had gotten curious and went to investigate

Once you saw him, you immediately attacked him (you still apologize for it despite it being so long ago)

After a long battle, Optimus managed to somewhat calm you down by wearing you down and exhuasting you

Once you fully calmed down and realized he wasn’t going to hurt you, you explained your situation and how you got seperated from yhhe rest of your species, you were surprised when you were met with understanding and empathy, even after you had attacked him(he was very much so shaken, especially after you revealed you were the queen of your entire species)

Optimus escorted you back to the Autobot base, and introduced you to the others, who were understandbaly skeptical and suspicious

Youu managed to atleast gained some of their trust when you body slammed Lugnut into te ground when the ‘con was about to land a hit on Optimus later that day

Ever since that day you(technically) joined the Autobots, you never left Optimus’ side, always following him around like a very scary, very big guard dog who will bite

He was confused as to why you were always following him around, and thought this was some type of intimidation tactic for your species or that you were planning to murder him

He realized he was very wrong

Optimus glanced around the room awkwardly, avoiding your gaze as he knew you were hovering behind him right now. He had no idea what to do in this type of situation. What would anyone do when thhe queen of a species is possibly plotting your demise and/or downfall?

“Optimus” Optimus jumped slightly at the sound of your voice saying his name. “Yes? Did you, uhh, need something…?” He nervously said, still not meeting your gaze

“How long is it that you want to do this dance?” You said, making him meet your gaze in confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked. “I mean, how long will it be before I am able to officially court you and make you my king?” Optimus almost choked on air when you said those words

After that misunderstanding and a quick explanation, he found that he didn’t exactly mind the idea of your courting him

After going through the options, he eventually agreed for you to court him

To say you were excited was an understatement

Each day, you excitedly gave him small trinkets and objects you either founnd or created yourrself

What didn’t change was that you never left his side and continued being his “guard god” as Sari called you

Atleast he was able to take a break when one punch was all it took for you to send both Blitzwing and Lugnut flying

While you may have been too protective at times, you still respected him enough to let hiimm fight his on battles, though you worried a lot afterwards

Maybe being your king wasns’t such a bad idea

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers animated #tfa #tf animated #tfa optimus prime #optimus prime #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers x reader #x reader #x female reader

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mahg-stuff · 1 year ago

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Sunup Hues - a bd!elvis b-day special!

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AN: Hello loves! I decided to give ya'll a late bde birthday special! 'Sunup Hues’. I got this idea very, very early in the morning due to tossing and turning in bed all night. I'm not sure why but the idea of a moody volatile elvis on his birthday morning intrigued me! He's bit of a man in this drabble which I *caugh, cough* am weak for sometimes. I definitely captured some of 'his doll' essence in here although I did not intend for but, my fingers just typed away. Okay! Excuse my yapping, enjoy my darlings!

- also, tysm to every one of you loves who enjoyed and rb 'bitty'! ♡

Now enjoy! & pls excuse any errors! 🫶🏻

- a drabble so 1-2k words?! Summary: He had all kinds of sides, you never knew which one you'd get, but either way, you were content, tending to whatever one he gave you. Like a chameleon, he was constantly quick to shift hues. Pairing: bd!elvis x afab!reader Warning’s: I'll be presenting you a moody/capricious!elvis, mention of elvis' pill use and sleep issues, e sorta having an ego and being assertive towards reader, fluff!!, pet names, age gap (not implied), bby talk, just kissing and cuddles here, use of word daddy (only once), power dynamics

You'd woken up early this morning, excited to celebrate his day. You felt the warmth of his body next to you and heard the soft snores he let out. Lifting your head a tiny bit to peek over at him, to your surprise, he was in a peaceful slumber. You admired him for a bit, your eyes going from sunken ones to his pillowy lips that were a bit agape. You smiled to yourself, you liked seeing him in this unconventional form.

Elvis had asked everyone beforehand not to pay him a visit today, he'd told them they could just come by the following day. Besides you, naturally, he'd always asserted that you were his little angel and felt at peace when you were by his side.

Since you first started dating you'd noticed how his moods were constantly fluctuating. Whether he’d been too pilled up or hadn't had enough sleep, which was less and less these days, you had gotten familiar with his behaviors and how quickly they could change. You had observed yesterday that, following his late show, he appeared very worn out and lethargic.

So, of course you were debating whether or not to wake him up, and as you thought about it, you recalled that he had mentioned how much fun you two would have at Graceland. He’d promised you to go golf cart riding together out back and, overall, just have a lovely time together all day in Graceland.

You'd even heard him mumble to himself, "Just like old times," with a smile but bleak eyes.

Given that he had sounded upbeat (to you) about his plans for the day before, that darling little mind of yours decided it would be best to wake him.

You pulled the comfy covers off your body, sitting up on your knees in your frilly underpants to face him. You beamed at his sleeping form, some of his wiry chest hair peeking out of his silk pajama button-up.

“El.” You whisper as you leaned over and lightly tugged at his shirt.

You were sure to be gentle, it troubled you a tiny bit, waking him up when you'd known he didn't get much rest. You pause for a moment and back away from him, you sit there in your frilly bottoms and teeny tank, nibbling away at your finger.

"El." Mumbled this time.

He groaned and rolled over, burying his face into a pillow.

"Can't uh man get some sleep 'round here?" he mutters, his mood evident in his tone.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes and reluctantly rolls back on his back, not bothering to hide his annoyance at being woken up. You sat there wide-eyed and began to speak softly, but he cut you off.

"Goddamn, honey, you should know not ta wake me up when ah am finally gettin’ rest.” He says this to you vigorously as his eyes narrowed at you.

You moved around the bedsheet's to get closer.

"But El, you said- said we’d spend time together and have a good time for your special day.”

You replied with furrowed brows, sounding like a child.

He takes notice of your contorted face.

“Mm, don’t do that now, it’ll start wrinklin’.”

He nudges you, and you relax your face quickly.

"Ain't fittin' for uh girl like you." He continues.

You frowned when realizing this wasn’t how you'd thought it out to be in your head. As you contemplated your disappointment, he seemed to hone in on your expression.

"What's wida frown, doll? Ah was the one who was woken up," he remarked with an emotionless expression.

“Now would ya lay back down, an’ quit frownin’ lil girl.”

He motions at you, and you bring your hand up to your lips to quite literally wipe that frown off your face.

You lie back down next to him as he brings his arm around you.

“Should be smilin’ your little ass off just ta be lyin’ next to me.” He mumbled more to himself than to you.

"Now hush up button." He said as he pulled you closer to him.

You'd become accustomed to playing the role of complying with his temperaments, always there to fulfill his every whim.

Every now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of his nurturing side. It's in the little things, like the way he’d brush your hair out of your face or sit you on his lap to read to you. Despite his demanding nature at times, you can't deny that he has brought out a different side in you as well, a softer, more vulnerable side that craves his affection and attention like never before.

His standards had grown on you, and you found yourself bending over backward to please him. It became a cycle of highs and lows, but through it all, you couldn't help but be drawn by his boyish and kiddish side. His playful antics and mischievous grin would always light up the room, reminding you of the carefree joy of childhood. And while his demands could be exhausting, you knew deep down that he just wanted someone to join him in his world, to share in the imagination and wonder that seemed to guide his every move. So you embraced all sides of him, knowing that within this distinctive combination lay a love that was both different and comforting. Well at least to you.

You snuggled against his hefty, soft frame, still a bit dismayed at things not going the way you intended.

Resting your head on his squishy midsection, you felt the warmth of him, you could hear him mumbling his ear off, so you peaked back up at him from your spot. As you looked up, you saw him reading his Bible, his weary eyes scanning the pages with utter concentration. The gentle rustling of the pages and the peaceful atmosphere he was now creating making you ease, this was his escape, his source of solace.

You always enjoyed watching him immerse himself in his faith, the way he’d look, reminding you he still had a little boy inside of him. The weight of his earlier whims and discontent now seemed to fade away in the presence of this shared moment of serenity. You rested against his belly again and relaxed as you heard him sluggishly voice the words of God.

As he continued reading, he took a glance down at you, his sweet girl, whom he'd just denied. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret as he saw you resting against him, listening to his words of faith. The words on the pages seemed to blur as guilt started to gnaw at him all of a sudden. How could he have been so selfish toward his little angel? He thought. The excitement he saw in those pretty doe eyes of hers quickly dissipating back when he'd used a tone with her kept replaying in his head now.

He looked at the back of your head, facing him, as you rested your cheek on his gut and held him with one arm. This sight of you quickly shifted his mood, as he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth. The contrasting emotions within him, like the bicolor markings on his soul, made it hard for him to keep a steady emotional state.

“Doll, A-Ah know ah made couple uh bargains last nighta, but man, am… am gettin’ old button. Can’t quite keep up wit’ a young girl like yuhself sometimes." He blurted impulsively with a bit of humor.

You mildly smiled to yourself, your mood lifted ever so slightly, hearing his voice shift behind you.

“El, y-you talk like you’ve turned eighty or something.” You said it almost below a whisper as you fiddled with the opening of his pajama shirt.

As you went on fiddling, his snickering filled your ears. The slightest lines on his face deepened as he grinned to himself, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of love for this man.

“The way ah’v lived, seems like ah have.” He grumbled as he looked away.

You kept still and quiet as you snuggled deeper into him. The movement caused him to look back down at the back of your pretty, hair-filled head. There was a moment of silence, and all that could be heard were your soft breaths and the birds chirping outside.

“Hey ther ma little cherub, was u-uh lil harsh on ya, huh." He cooed softly as you continued to rest your head on his upper belly.

“Her's was only tryna spend time with ‘er good ol' daddy on, on his ‘pecial day." He continued as he petted your hair, causing you to sigh with contentment, you unwind more as you also listened to the sound of his gold cuban bracelet swishing around his wrist.

He gently wrapped his longsome-fingered hand around your cheek to bring you up closer to look at him. He smiled, but you still saw that tiredness in those precious blue eyes, the back of your mind mentally cursing at you.

You couldn't help but feel culpable about waking him up so soon on his day.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice filled with remorse.

He shook his head gently, his hand still cupping your cheek.

"No, no needa ‘pologize, angel," he said, his voice baritoned.

"It's not yur fault," he reassured you, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

“I would do anythin' for ya, even if it means sacrificin' a little rest on ma birday."

His words melted away the guilt—barely, bringing a weak smile to your pouty lips for him. He leaned in and gently pushed you on your back, he moved from his position and hovered over you as he now lay between your sprawled legs. You felt the pudnginess of his belly press against you as he shifted his weight, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of your tiny tank.

His hands traveled to one of the straps of your shirt and toyed around with it.

“She's hasn't wished em happy birthday." He spoke kiddishly with pursed lips.

You giggled lightly, your fingers now tracing circles on his supple warm chest.

“Happiest birthday to you, El." You voiced softly, as you brought your hand up to his chubby cheek. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his pillowy lips as a gentle smile spread across his face.

"Sweet as ever, button'," he drawled as you met with his disoriented gaze. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him fully down to you, his face barried into your neck and his body fully covering yours.

As you both held each other, enjoying one another's embrace, you felt his hand slowly trailing down your back, reaching for your rear. You could feel the heaviness of his touch through the fabric of your frilly bottoms.

His Southern voice rumbled softly in your ear as he murmured, "Ain't nothin' sweeter than findin' my birday cake right heer in ma arms."

You let out a light giggle at his remark as you felt your face heat up at his groping.

“Oh, you." You mumbled as your face pressed against his silk pajama top, snuggling closer at the comforting warmth radiating off his pudgy chest.

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With All My Love (joel miller x f!reader, no outbreak): Chpt 2

Chapter Two: A Dramamine Would Be Nice

Word count: 10.2k

Chapter Summary: You get notice of your deployment which creates some anxieties, but allows you to reach out to Joel about it. You and Joel continue to write back and forth, surprising each other with little details, each opening up to another more and more. With each letter you both write to each other, the more the both of you start to realize how much you both mean to each other, as well as how much happier now that you are in each other's lives.

Chapter warnings: switched POV, mentions of death, mentions of vomiting, flying in a military aircraft, mentions of blood and combat injuries, mutual pining, slight flirting? (our babies are a little out of practice), anxiety, feelings of being alone/isolated, panic attack(s), fluff, if I missed anything I apologize but those are the major ones.

A/N: oh my gosh thank you for all the love and support you've shown me with chapter one. i did not expect so much response back and it's given me such motivation to keep writing and also blossomed so many ideas for chapters to come. i am super excited for ya'll to read the rest of this series, it's something that i am enjoying so much writing and sharing with you all <3

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Reader’s POV

Two days later

You were right, no more than 48 hours after you graduated you and Maria received your deployment assignments. You would fly out to Afghanistan the following morning at 0300 hours.

It all started to set in, the potential of you not coming back. You knew what you were getting into before enlisting, and you knew how grueling the war was, but it didn’t seep into your brain until now. You knew that being a medic would put you right in the line of fire as that is what you were trained to do, get those wounded out of the area, and treated with as much speed and safety as you could guarantee. What you didn’t think about was if you were to die, who would they alert? No one, right?

You were packing up your duffle with what you needed when you felt the weight of that question drop down on you like a ton of bricks. Your heart rate sped up, the color seemed to disappear from your face and as you were packing a pair of socks, you realized your hand starting to shake. You then got a wave of nausea, and before you knew it, felt your dinner coming up. You ran to the toilet, throwing up what little dinner you had this evening.

“Whoa, you good?” Maria followed behind and knelt behind you, laying a hand on your back.

You coughed and then threw up once more, this time more violently, back arching, knuckles white from your grasp on the toilet, back and neck drenched with sweat.

“There ya go, get it out.” Maria stood and grabbed your water bottle from your nightstand before returning again behind you. “Here, take a sip…” she handed you the bottle.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and then took the bottle and took a small sip. You sat back, falling with your back against the wall, head arched upwards, eyes shut tightly, your breathing unsteady and fast. You put your hand over your heart and gripped your shirt, trying to ground yourself. “Fuck…”

Maria spoke softly, “Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth…” and placed a hand on your knee to comfort you.

You opened your eyes and looked at her, she nodded and kept eye contact, then proceeded to breathe in through her nose slowly, which you mimicked. She counted to 3 with her fingers and then slowly exhaled through her mouth, which you of course followed suit.

“Again…” you both did it again and then she lightly squeezed your leg, “You aren’t alone. I know what’s going through your head and you aren’t alone. Anything happens, I’ve got you and you got me, right?” she moved her head closer as you dropped your head to catch your gaze again.

You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat, “Right. We got each other.” you said letting out a slow exhale once more.

She nodded and then lightly squeezed your knee, “Come on, we gotta finish packing, we have an early morning.” she stood and offered her hand to help you to your feet.

You grabbed her hand and stood, taking a second and then tilting your neck upwards and rolling it side to side, shaking your hands out to do what you could to get out which you could only assume was a lot of anxiety while she walked away.

Maria went back to her duffle to finish what she had left to pack. You took another sip of your water and then flushed the toilet and walked back to your duffle bag.

You looked at the clock, ‘18:37’.

You looked over at Maria and she had already packed all her things and got into bed. She was someone that needed a full 8 hours of sleep if she could help it.

“Mind if I keep the desk lamp on while I wrap up a few things?” you asked as you folded up the rest of your socks, stuffing them deep in the bag.

“No, you’re good, thanks for asking.” She tucked her head under the sheets and turned away from the light.

You moved your pillow to untuck your sheets when you saw Joel’s letter and pictures neatly tucked under it. You smiled softly and let out a breath, his smile was something that brought you comfort lately. You sat on the edge of the bed and studied the photo for a moment then looked at the clock again before getting up and sitting down at your desk and pulling out your notebook and pen. Mail day was coincidentally tomorrow and you felt it was something short of fate as you hadn’t yet sent your other letter, but also, you didn’t know when the next time you’d be able to send him another letter. With that thought gnawing at you, you just started writing:

‘Joel, June 4, 2014

Call yourself lucky, you’re getting two letters this round. The first was a reply back to your letter, this one well, it's just going to be a bit of a ramble or dump of information to what I hope we can call each other a confidant.

To cut to the chase, we got our deployment assignment.

It’s setting in that it’s all happening. I’ve already I think had my first panic attack in weeks realizing the gravity of the situation. Pathetic right? I’m panicking about something I signed up for, willingly..

I just, I think I’m feeling the weight of my reality of ‘if I was to die’, they made us fill out some paperwork earlier today and one of the questions was who to alert in the case of injury or death. I left it blank.

If I’m being honest, I don’t have anyone besides Maria, and well now, you, that would even know where I was.

My parents have been dead for years, but even if they were alive, they weren’t the type of parents that would be concerned with my well being. All they cared about when they were alive was what they could get out of me. Hell, they’d probably try to seek out some pension or compensation out of the military for my death.

Sorry. That was a lot. I don’t really know what I’m doing here.

You put your pen down and sighed, ‘What am I doing? Trauma dumping on this poor guy? Jesus…’ you thought. You looked at the Polaroid photo of him and something urged you to keep writing, something told you that he’d want to listen and help.

'I guess what I’m trying to say is, I am just feeling alone. Yeah, I’ve got Maria here and she’ll be with me through this deployment, but it's a different type of alone. One deep down, feels like a burning brand, scorched into my being.

I’ve always been alone, but never felt it the way I am right now. I mean, like I said above, my parents didn’t really care about me, I mean not like I’m sure you do with your daughter. You’d move heaven and earth for her, put your life on the line for hers. You can tell that just by the way you smile at her. I have rarely known that to last, to have known clear and utter devotion and love, by a parent or hell, by a partner. The last.. monster I was with.. He was the opposite of devotion and love. Hell, he’s the reason I joined, joined to get away from him, to be safe. But that’s another story for a longer letter, plus I don’t think you want to know about all that shit this early into our relationship, that's a 3rd date topic of conversation.

Sorry, that was forward of me to say, I just mean, it's heavy and a lot.

Do you ever feel alone? I mean being a single dad, I would assume you do at times. What do you do? I tend to shove it down and ignore it (not healthy, I know) - but it’s just easier, you know?

It’s been years since I haven’t felt this so loudly..

When I was a young teen, I would visit this little old man down the street. His name was Levi. He was the closest thing I had to what a grand dad might be. When my parents would fight, or they’d leave me for days on end to gamble or do hell knows what.. I’d go to Levi’s. He’d feed me, make sure I had somewhere to sleep on his couch, and even make me lunch for school. He used to pack me homemade ‘treasure cookies’ he called them, in my lunch, write me little jokes in my lunch bag… he used to write ‘Cricket’, his nickname he had for me on those lunch bags. He was everything to me for those 5 years I knew him. Taught me how to drive (illegally, must’ve been 13 when he taught me), how to change tires, cook for myself, taught me how to fight, how to take care of myself.'

You teared up as you wrote, a tear landing on the paper.

'Something tells me he knew his time was limited, because looking back, he shoved as much love and care he could on me before he died of a stroke…

I came home from school.. found an ambulance taking him out of his place. After that, I was truly on my own and when that feeling came back again.

I miss him, I know he’d be mad at me for joining tho… he would say there were other ways, that he’d make sure I was safe. And he would, he’d keep me safe.

Jesus, that old man was terrifying when he needed to be. I remember.. a boy from school put hands on me. He came to my school after the principal called him because I socked the kid in the nose, and was getting suspended for it (bullshit, I know), but he told the kid while he was waiting in the hall for his parents to come, if he ever looked my way again, he knew where he lived, and it wouldn’t be just a broken nose next time. The kid never came near me again, in fact now that I think about it, not a lot of boys came around while he was alive… jeez, thanks Levi for being the ultimate chastity belt.'

You laughed to yourself thinking about that.

'Anyway, thanks for listening to me ramble. It’s actually helped getting all this out. Don’t feel obligated to write back concerning this letter, consider it like a… what do the Catholics call it? Oh, like a confessional! Well, not really, but you get it, right?

I’ll write back when I can. I’m going to Afghanistan, we haven't received where we will be stationed, but I'll be sure to write as soon as I'm able.

Also, if you send your replies before I am able to write you, I've been told mail will automatically forward to our new location, from Fort Jackson.

Thanks again Joel.

Talk soon.

Warm regards,

Y/N’

You folded it into thirds, and put it into a new envelope, sealed it, and then looked back at your room, taking it in.

‘I’ve got this.’ you thought.

You stood up, turned off the lamp and then laid on your bed, slowly drifting to sleep.

—

You awoke to your alarm blaring at 0230, Maria already up and getting ready. You rolled over and put your pillow over your head, groaning. You were never a morning person, this morning was a testament to that.

“Whoever decided for us to fly out at 3am in the damn morning… I hope their pillow is always hot, and they have a pebble in their shoe!” you groaned again, but sat up, stretching your arms above your head.

Maria chuckled at your reaction. She was a morning person. She loved the early start to the day and sunrise and blah blah blah. “You are NOT a morning person.” she turned to look at you, tying up her hair.

You shot her a glare, “You don’t say, Ms. Ray of frickin’ Sunshine…”

She chuckled and pointed to your desk, “I got you a cup of coffee from the cafe, and took your letters to Joel already to the mail drop...” She turned to look at you and smirked, “Two letters in two days? Lucky man…”

You rolled your eyes, “Ha ha, nice insinuation… you’re so funny.” you stood up and walked over to grab the coffee, taking a sip. “For your information… I was just letting him know we got deployed.” you shrugged. “Did you let.. what was his name again… Reginald, know?” you said smirking into your cup, taking another sip, knowing it would get a rise out of her.

“Oh stop it, ok? You know his name is Tommy!” she threw her hair brush at you softly, you caught it and chuckled.

“Speaking of Tommy, I saw Joel’s last name was Miller on your letter, and he’s from Texas, right? Curious if he’s related to my pen pal, they both have the last name of Miller and both live in Texas..” she questioned as she looked back in the mirror to make sure her hair looked acceptable.

You shrugged your shoulders and started to clean yourself up as you needed to leave for the bus soon. “I don’t know. The odds of that would be like what, 1 in a million?” you said as you straightened up your hair bun and grabbed your toothbrush, starting to put toothpaste on it, “Joel mentioned owning a construction business with his brother, but never mentioned a name. I can ask if you want?” you looked back at Maria before shoving your toothbrush in your mouth, brushing softly.

She shook her head, “No, it's ok. I’ll mention it to Tommy next time I write.” she packed up the last of her things as you spit your toothpaste down the sink. “Got everything?” she asked, starting to grab her things.

You wiped your mouth and nodded “Yeah, I’m ready.” you grabbed your cap, slid on your boots, grabbed your duffle and cup of coffee, and both of you walked to the bus stop.

—

The bus ride to the airport was about a 30 minute drive. You could tell that everyone’s nerves were a bit heightened. A guy's leg behind you kept bouncing the whole way there against the back of your seat which drove you mad- but deep down you also knew it wasn’t him trying to be annoying, it was probably a coping mechanism; as you were currently tapping your fingers anxiously against your knee.

When you arrived at the airport, you were all instructed to tag your bags and then load up into the hangar of this huge military plane.

“Eyes up!" you all stood to attention as soon as you heard the command. "You aren’t flying commercial or first class today, so I suggest you all suck it up - get all your bitching and moaning out now because if I hear one complaint when this aircraft is in the air, so help me I’ll toss you out! Understood!?” the commanding officer yelled loudly amongst the crowd.

Everyone in unison shouted “Yes sir!”

"Buckle up." he turned around to release you all. You all started to sit down, start to buckle.

Within seconds, another man came into the plane, marked higher than the other. "Attention!" someone called loudly. You all stood to attention, facing forward, hands to your side, uniform formation.

“My name is Sgt. Anders, this will be a 35 hour trip. So strap in, and get comfortable. We will be making multiple fuel stops. When that happens, you can get up, stretch and use the restroom, but you will not be leaving the aircraft. We are on a tight schedule and can’t afford delays. We will be flying in and landing at Bagram Air Base. If anything is to go south, as we will be flying into an active war zone at one point.. there are parachute backpacks above you. You should all know how to equip one, if not, you better hope the person next to you helps your helpless ass- put one on!” he continued to yell as he paced up and down the plane.

“When you arrive, you will be assigned to a portable, you will have your assignment, departure time, commanding officer, and any other necessary information in an envelope on your beds!” He looked at you and Maria, “Medics! You will be assigned in teams of two!” He looked at two other guys down the line that were also medics, “You will be paired by gender, so women with women, men with men.” He looked back at you and Maria, “Your assignments will be immediate, as soon as you touch down. You will be loaded into a Humvee and taken to location, is that understood?”

“Sir, yes sir.” you all four said in unison.

As he continued to further instruct the rest of the group, you leaned slightly towards Maria, careful to not break formation and softly said, “Didn’t know our assignment would be so immediate, did you?” she shook her head very slightly and exhaled a breath. You could tell she was nervous. You grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “We got this.” you said facing forward, leaning back straight.

She nodded slightly and squeezed your hand back in agreement.

After about 5 more minutes of instructions, you were put at ease, told to buckle in, and the aircraft took off.

—

You were not the biggest fan of flying to begin with, but this experience and this damn aircraft made you feel a lot more vulnerable and nervous than flying commercial. You kept thinking ‘If I would have known I was flying 35 damn hours without a flight attendant and knowing there is a parachute back above my head, I would have never signed on the dotted line. Fuck this shit…’

Around hour 3 there was major turbulence, you tucked your head down and shut your eyes trying to calm down your growing anxiety, legs bouncing up and down together, hands gripping your seat belt over your chest so damn tight your knuckles were turning white.

Maria noticed and leaned over, “I heard there’s going to be a fuel stop in 30 minutes, we just gotta hold on ‘til then.”

The fuel stop was more like 45 minutes later with the turbulence.

As soon as the plane landed and you were given the ok to unbuckle, you bolted to the toilets. Maria followed closely behind, also sick from the nerves.

You chuckled at the sink after you both were done being sick, “Some Dramamine would be nice right about now, am I right?” you gently knocked your elbow against hers, drying your hands with a paper towel.

She smiled and splashed her face with some water, “That or a fuckin’ Xanax. We all need to take a chill pill...”

You both chuckled softly and then walked back to your seats together, starting to sit back down when the other two medics came over from their seats, “Sounds like we’ll be working together…” one of them said, looking down at you both.

You stood up and held out your hand, “Yeah, sounds like it. I’m ___ and this is Maria. Nice to meet you…?” Maria stood and held her hand out as well.

“Oh um, Terrance, and this is Reginald, but we call him Reggie.” he looked towards the baby face standing next to him, who tried to size you both up by puffing up his chest and trying to appear taller than he actually was.

You and Maria both let out a snicker at the name Reginald.

“Somethin’ funny?” Reggie asked, clearly offended.

You shook your head and smiled, “No, no I’m sorry. We just have-” you shook your head, not caring to explain, seeing he was trying to possibly start an argument, “No, nothing’s funny, sorry.” you shook his hand, gripping it tighter than usual, trying to assert you weren’t going to be sized up by him “Nice to meet you Reggie.” you gave him a half smile, clenching your jaw down a bit. You knew that being dainty and feminine wasn’t the route to go with him, if you didn’t shut him down now, you could see him possibly being an issue.

You looked at Terrance and shook his hand more gently, giving him a more genuine smile, “Nice to meet you both.”

Both nodded, agreeing, then turned to go back to their seats. Reggie was still somewhat bothered by your humor that you didn’t care to explain to him.

Maria and you sat down again and then turned to each other and chuckled when you said “Shucks, I think we hurt his feelings..”

Maria sat back in her seat, unbothered, “Oh boo, he’ll get over it.”

You chuckled and sat back as well, thinking out loud. “Reginald… who names their kid Reginald?”

Maria chuckled to herself and shrugged her shoulders.

Before you knew it the plane took off again.

Joel’s POV

Your letters came to Joel about a week after you left for Afghanistan. Sarah came in from grabbing the mail after school one day and was shocked to see two envelopes in mail. Joel hadn’t gotten home yet. He was still at work but Sarah smiled knowing her dad got two letters, she hoped that meant things were going well between the two of you. Her dad seemed a bit different since the first letter came around. Joel also would never admit this, but Sarah caught him a few times checking the mail more times than once during the days he had off, from what she could guess was him hoping to hear from you.

She went upstairs and laid them out on his pillow and then started on her homework in her own room turning on some music.

Joel got home around 7pm, dead tired and sore as hell. He was covered in saw dust and reeked of sweat. He needed a shower, and needed it now.

He heard the music in Sarah’s room and lightly knocked on her door, “M’ gonna to take a quick shower baby girl, why don’t you order us some pizza? My wallet is down on the counter..”

Sarah turned her music down slightly “Pepperoni and Three Meat sound good?”

Joel started walking down the hall to his room, taking his shirt off in the process, “Anythin’ you want sweetheart.”

He closed the door behind him and went to sit on the edge of the bed to take his work boots off when he stopped to look back at his pillow, seeing the two envelopes. He took off one boot and then scooted over and grabbed the envelopes. He immediately smiled seeing your name and then looked slightly confused when he saw two envelopes. “Wonder why I got two..” he opened the first, which was the one you wrote right after your graduation.

He smiled at your sincere remarks about Sarah. It warmed his heart when you asked about her, and it felt genuine, not just conversation filler.

He chuckled when you mentioned the spiders in the jungle and then frowned when you mentioned your baseball team being the Cubs, “Oh we’re gonna have to fix that…” he said lowly. He continued to read and then a smile came back to his lips when you mentioned the Cowboys and couldn’t help but agree with your comment about their defense needing some work.

He smiled at your suggestion for him to heat his back and knees, it was something not a lot of people outside of Sarah and Tommy did for him, care for his well being.

He pulled out the post card you sent as well and chuckled about your remark about southern food. You weren’t wrong, food in the south is very good, and he thought when you were back, maybe he could barbecue for you. He was known for making some mighty tasty ribs.

He then pulled out the two pictures you sent. He saw the one of you alone first. He smiled warmly and traced his thumb gently over the photograph. ‘She’s gorgeous..’ he thought to himself. You had a beautiful smile, and a very warm energy he could sense. He felt something tug in his chest when he continued to look at the photo. He flipped to the other photo and smiled wider seeing you smile bigger with Maria.

You were contagious.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at how bright you were. He looked back at the other photo for a moment longer, and then set them both aside and picked up the second envelope.

This letter felt thicker right off the bat, and for some reason that made his heart drop. He wondered what that could mean. He unfolded the pages and began to read. He immediately could tell that you reached out when you were struggling.

He hated thinking about that smile of yours being dimmed. He read every word like his breath depended on it. Soaking in every syllable so he could give you what you might need in his response.

He came across the part where you talked about Levi and smiled softly, having comfort that someone took care of you like that. You deserved that at the bare minimum, and he hated to learn that you had been so alone and neglected for so long. He chuckled at the chastity belt part, thinking if it were him, he would have still made a move on you, Levi wouldn't have kept him away from a beautiful girl like you.

He noticed the tear stain on the letter when you mentioned his passing. He rubbed his thumb over it gently, as if trying to comfort you somehow, telepathically.

He finished reading and looked up at the wall across from him, letting out a soft sigh, racking his brain for what to do next.

—

The next day

Joel was a man of very few words, but what he lacked in speaking, he made up for in actions. One could say one of his love languages was acts of service.

He made a commitment to get work off a little earlier than usual so he could make it to the store before they closed, as he wanted to send something to you today, sooner than later.

He grabbed three things, a disposable camera and a package envelope large enough to fit the camera in, and a new post card design.

As he was walking down the street to his truck, he walked past a small jewelry shop, something in the display window caught his eye. They had a trinity knot pendant. It was perfect. He knew that was a symbol of protection, and it felt only right to send it to you with where you were going.

He purchased it and then went and sat in his truck. He addressed the envelope to you, put the pendant in, which was in a little velvet bag, and then a disposable camera inside. He then wrote on the postcard he grabbed from the market:

'Y/N, June 11, 2014

Do you think you out-letter me by sending two at once? It’s on. ;)

Consider this my first letter.

The camera is to be a placeholder until you get back, then I’m gonna get you a digital one. I’m now curious and want to see what you can do with one of those. For now, I’ll be sending you a disposable camera - one for every month that you're deployed. I expect once you’ve filled it up, you’ll mail it back to me, I’ll process them and then when you get home, I’ll hand deliver all the photos you took - we’ll call it a meet and greet, it’ll give us a good excuse to meet up.

The pendant is to keep you and your group safe, but mostly you. ;)

My mom always taught us about how certain symbols and things carry certain powers of protection, and right now, you need protection where you are.

Be safe, stay healthy, and just for the record, I prayed there wouldn’t be any big bugs, I hope it worked. ;)

-Joel’

He then stopped by the post office and mailed that off first.

He would worry about the letter he wanted to write back to you when Sarah was in bed later, but he wanted to get those small pieces of what he hoped would be motivation and support to you as soon as he could.

Joel got home right after Sarah got home from soccer practice. Sarah was getting a glass of water from the sink when he walked in, she set her glass down, shock and slight worry coursing through her.

Seeing him home so early was rare, but it was a Thursday, Thursday’s meant heating chicken nuggets in the oven and her dad not being home until after she was in bed.

“You’re home early… are you ok? Do you feel sick?” she rushed over and put her hand to his forehead, attempting to feel his temperature. When he felt normal, she looked at him a bit more worried.

“Dad, did you hit your head at work? Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?” she held up 4 fingers, making eye contact with him, as if she was trying to look for a concussion or head injury.

Joel chuckled and gently pushed her fingers away, “I’m fine sweetheart.”

She scoffed, offended he didn’t answer her question, “Dad! This is serious, how many fingers?” She put the same 4 fingers up with wide eyes and a jutted out jaw, something she did when she meant business.

“4 fingers.. My name is Joel Miller, I am home with my beautiful daughter, Sarah…” he smiled sweetly at her and kissed her forehead and then started walking towards the fridge to grab a drink for himself, “It’s Thursday, Obama is the president, and…” he held out his arms straight out from himself, water bottle in his right hand, and walked in a straight line toe, to heel back towards her, stopping in front of her, chuckling lightly as he touched his nose with each pointer finger like he was performing a field sobriety test, “I am fine baby girl. Just got off work early.” he booped her nose with his finger and began to walk to sit at the table to take his boots off.

Sarah’s right eye twitched in disbelief, and she looked at him like he was nuts, “Dad, you never get off work early, especially on a Thursday…” she came and sat by him, “Is everything ok?”

He smiled again warmly at her and gently grabbed her hand that was on the table, “Yes, everything is ok. I promise.” he gently gave it a squeeze, “Everyone is safe and healthy. I am just home because I had some errands to run before the stores closed.”

Sarah looked at him puzzled for a few seconds then gasped loudly, “Did you have a date?!”

He cocked his head at her and let out a deep gut laugh, “Sarah.. If I ever go on a date looking like this, and smelling like..” he raised his armpit and took a few sniffs and then waved his other hand in front of his nose “Jesus… smelling like this..? You need to admit me to a psych ward, because that means I’ve lost my damn mind!”

Sarah giggled at his playfulness and nodded, “Understood.” She stood up from the table and went to walk away but stopped suddenly and looked back at her dad, head tilted to the side in curiosity, “If you weren’t on a date, then what errands did you do to come home empty handed?”

She wasn’t going to let this go. Joel and her were as thick as thieves. They told each other everything, nothing was hidden from each other, at least for the most part, Sarah kept boys that flirted with her to herself, obviously.

“I uh, I read Y/N’s letters last night, and one of them gave me an idea of something I could send her in addition to the normal letters we write, somethin’ small but meaningful since she said she was getting deployed..” he cleared this throat and scratched the scruff of his chin, trying to not give any added context that you were struggling. But also, he went out of his way to pretty much send you a care package.

He knew Sarah would take the intention out of context and she’d think something more.. was going on. Which there wasn’t, not that Joel wouldn’t mind that, but it was meant purely as a friendly gesture, or that’s what he kept telling himself.

“That’s nice of you dad, what did you get her?” Sarah looked at him with a sweet smile.

He broke eye contact and starting untying his second boot to take off his foot, “She um.. mentioned that she likes taking pictures, so I sent her a disposable camera.” he tossed the second boot next to the first and then stood up, “Told her if she sent it back, I’d get the photos developed for her…” he left the part out about the necklace and how he also said how he’d keep sending camera’s so that he had an excuse to meet up with her in person, Sarah didn’t need to know about that plan, at least not yet.

He started walking out of the kitchen, up the stairs, “Anyways, I’m going to hop into a quick shower then I’ll make us something to eat.”

Sarah nodded and then stood in the kitchen and smiled to herself as Joel continued up the stairs. She knew her dad better than anyone, and she knew when he breaks eye contact and then removes himself from a conversation, there’s more he doesn’t want to share. However, Sarah was ok with that. He seemed lighter and happier since getting letters from you; and for him to take work off early…that wasn’t something he just did for anyone. He only did things like that for those he truly cared about.

—

Joel showered and then made the two of them what Sarah called ‘The Joel Special’ - which was a can of Chef Boy-ar-dee’s Beefaroni and homemade garlic bread.

Sarah retired early to her bedroom as she mentioned she had a paper to finish and early morning tomorrow for the debate team before school.

Joel was left in the kitchen, cleaning off the dishes, stuck inside his thoughts, wondering what you were up to right now. Since your last letters, you were a constant thought in his mind. Especially after seeing what you look like. How beautiful you were. Hell, you were in your uniform and still took his breath away. He couldn’t fathom how good you’d look in a sundress or just regular clothes, that thought drove him somewhat mad.

He did wonder what you normally wore and how you did your hair. He could see you wore a bun which signaled you had longer hair. He also could tell you had a very feminine energy about you, were you someone that wore a lot of makeup or took the more natural approach? Either way didn’t matter to him, he just wondered. He was very curious to get to know you more out of the military.

However, he knew he probably wouldn’t see that side of you for a long time as he knew when Tommy served and would Skype him, he was always in his uniform or some form of it.

I wonder if she’d be up to Skyping at one point? Maybe in a couple weeks, I’ll put the idea out there… or maybe mention it in the letter? He thought as he finished loading up the dishwasher.

He put a dishwasher tablet in, wiped down the counters and table, put the coffee machine to pre-brew for the morning and then headed upstairs after making sure everything was secure and taken care of.

He knocked on Sarah’s door lightly before opening it up a little, “Hey sweet pea, let’s be in bed by 9pm. Also, I’ll take you to school tomorrow if you’d like. Gotta leave by 6:30 am right?” he said looking down at her reading something at her desk.

“Ok dad, and sure, that’d be nice to grab a ride. Yeah, by 6:30am!” she looked up with a soft smile.

“Sounds good, I’ll set my alarm to be up in time. Goodnight, I love you.” he leaned in and kissed the top of her head before lightly closing the door again after she said goodnight back and walked to his bedroom.

He shut his door and then pulled out the bedside table Sarah had got for him last Christmas, for when she does breakfast in bed for him on birthdays and other special events, before pulling out a pen and paper and sitting on top of his sheets.

He turned on his bedside table lamp and turned the tv on the sports channel for some background noise before zoning in and writing:

‘Y/N, June 12, 2014

Told ya I’d be writing another letter! :)

This one should be to you maybe a day or two after the package I sent. I hope it finds you well. I also hope you made it to your base overseas safely. I remember when my brother went over there the flight was brutally long and the plane they went over made him forever now terrified of flying. I hope that didn’t happen for you, that you got to fly more comfortably.

I first wanted to thank you for trusting me with the anxieties you were feeling in your last letter. I know that writing and opening up like that to anyone, but someone like me, I mean we are two steps away from being somewhat strangers, was not the easiest. Hell, I’d be nervous to do it… but you did.. so… thank you for trusting me with so much important information you shared, I won’t make you regret it.

I also want to say, you aren’t alone, and you aren’t pathetic for feeling that way.

In all honesty, I tend to also feel the same way whenever I feel anything but happy. I would say ‘I’m pathetic for feeling sad, alone, hell… for when I grieved - when Sarah’s mom left us.’ I felt stupid for feeling mad, betrayed, and left alone to raise our daughter. However, I was wrong, I had every right to feel those things. It took a long time to come to terms with that - a whole lot of growin’ up on my part, also some convincin’ from my brother and Sarah… but those feelings are valid, and you aren’t less of a person for feeling them.

In this case, sweetheart, you are 100% wrong about being alone. You’ve got me now. Right?

I know, at least speakin’ for myself, I’ve found great comfort in our letters, in your humor, your stories.. like.. Levi - he sounds like my granddad. He took the place of my dad when I was growing up a lot of the time. My dad was worried more about gambling and bets than my mom, brother and I. But my granddad - stepped in and up. He taught my brother, Tommy, and I, everything about being a man. How to work hard, provide for our family, how to respect women, how to pretty much be what my dad wasn’t.

He was alive when Sarah’s mom left us, he was the one to tell me that it was time to be the man he raised me to be. He wasn’t wrong, I needed to hear that. It shaped me to be the man and father I am for Sarah. She’s everything to me and like you said, I will move heaven and earth for those in my life I love.

I’m so sorry to hear that Levi passed, I can tell he left a huge mark and influence in your life and heart. I hope you know that he is with you and always will be in spirit.

By the way, quick side note, I was told by Sarah that she wanted this picture sent of us to you :)

She’s a lot better at capturing moments than I am on her camera so we will have to thank her for being proactive or I would probably never get photos to you. I think I would be better about it with my phone, but the damn Poloroid intimidates me.

Perhaps when you’re back, we could text each other? It would be faster than letters, unless you like that, I’d be happy to do either or.

Before I forget, you asked my favorite animal, I like foxes. I think they are beautiful creatures and get a bad rap in my opinion. I also love whales like you. I remember there was an episode that we watched that explained that there was a resident pod of whales that have continued to stay by this coast in Oregon, um, if my memory serves me, I think it was Depoe Bay? And it said they’ve continued for years to come back and their pod keeps growing… that’d be cool to see, don’t you think?

Speaking of animals, what was the reason behind Levi’s nickname for you, ‘Cricket’’..? Do you chirp in your sleep or somethin’ cute like that?

Your last letter, you asked about hobbies and I told you I didn’t have any, but now that I think of it, I guess I kind of do. I do woodworking here and there. I haven't done it in a few years unfortunately- but I specialized in rocking chairs and I was approached by an old family friend today to make one for their pregnant daughter’s nursery. Any ideas of what I should carve into it? I was thinking since they are having a girl doing flowers or maybe an intricate bow. What do you think? I’d love your thoughts. I’ll have Sarah take pictures to also keep you updated on its process, would that be ok?'

Joel looked over at your picture and smiled softly, running his fingers through his hair anxiously, thinking if he should ask about maybe doing a Skype call as that’s how he kept in touch with Tommy while he was deployed.

'I was also wondering if you’d be open to Skype.. ' he stopped writing and fiddled with the pen between his thick fingers, thinking, slightly panicking.

He shook his head and exhaled, chickening out. ‘Too soon..’ he thought to himself.

He lazily scribbled over the text in an attempt to hide what he wrote.

'I’ll wrap this up as I’ve got an early morning but I just wanted to say a few final things:

-You aren’t alone.

-Your feelings are valid.

-Broncos need a better offense and the Vikings need a better team - GO COWBOYS! ;)

All my best,

Joel’

He put the photo of him and Sarah in the envelope and then folded his papers into thirds before sticking it in the envelope and licking it shut.

He put it on his nightstand to remind him to drop it off at the post office on the way to work tomorrow morning, turned off his light and tv and slowly fell asleep.

Reader POV

2 weeks later

You have been in the middle of nowhere for the past 2 weeks. The commanding sergeant wasn’t kidding when he said your assignment was immediate. Once you got off the plane and into the Humvee, the four of you were driven another hour to a smaller city outside of Bagram.

Once there, you were to provide immediate medical assistance to the troops and allies there.

Maria and you worked together to triage and maintain a good rhythm to make sure those with more immediate needs were taken care of while Reggie and Terrance took on the less immediate concerns.

The four of you worked well together, especially after Reggie got over his feelings and got to know you and Maria more. You finally caved and told him why you two laughed at his name, and told them about your pen pals. Reggie understood and agreed, the name Reginald was a poor name.

After that, and finding your rhythm, you all worked like a well oiled machine.

___

0900 hours - June 19, 2014

“Maria, I need some help over here!” you shouted across a tent that was filled with a mixture of fellow troops and city folk.

You had a young man on the table from the local village, no more than 13, bleeding out of his chest from what you were told was caused by shrapnel from a grenade explosion that happened about 2 miles south of your location.

For the last 2 days there had been a stand off between the American soldiers and members of the enemy.

7 dead.

16 wounded.

9 hours on your feet.

Your medical tent was full and people just kept coming. You and Maria were moving patients into your own bed quarters to keep attending to people.

Maria rushed over, your hands putting pressure on the wound that must’ve nicked an artery based on how much blood had been coming out. “What do you need?” she said ready to dive in wherever needed.

“Get some gauze and put pressure on the wound. I’m going to get IV going and then a repair kit to attempt to tie off the cause of this bleeding.” you moved your hands that were quickly replaced by hers and turned around to rinse your hands in a basin full of water with as much speed as possible without being reckless.

You had picked up a little bit of the language in the little time you had been there. You smiled softly at the boy looking terrified back at you laying on the table, “I am here to help. Can you tell me your name?” you said in Dari, which was the general language spoken in that region.

He nodded frantically “Azzami…” he said softly. While he spoke you quickly and effectively stuck him with an IV needle and started pushing fluids.

“Hello Azzami, my name is ____ and this is Maria.” You said in Dari again. “I need you to stay still and keep your eyes on Maria, for me, can you do that?” you said slower and used hand signals to help translate as you now spoke in English.

He nodded “Look Maria. Stay still.”

You nodded “Yes, good.” you said in Dari.

Azzami turned his head and kept eye contact with Maria. She smiled and softly hummed a song to him that you both had heard mothers sing to their babies around the village.

You took that as your chance to do what you needed to do. You grabbed some forceps and a needle and sutures, as well as moving the light that was shining overhead closer to Azzami’s chest. You looked at Maria quickly and said “This is going to hurt him like a bitch, keep humming.”

You immediately dug your finger into the wound to investigate where the bleeding was coming from, and almost immediately you felt the left thoracic artery leaking. Azzami screamed and cried, Maria held his head and shoulders down and continued to hum to him louder, keeping eye contact.

“Very good Azzami, you’re so brave.” you said in Dari as you started to wrap a stitch to stop the bleeding. Before you were done he passed out from the pain.

You started to hum along with Maria, not knowing if he was conscious enough to still know what was going on, but wanted to still provide him comfort. She looked at you and nodded towards the injury after you finished, “You think you got it?”

You nodded “Yeah, that’ll hold. I just need to dress it up and then give him a shot of antibiotics.” you started to gather the needed supplies to dress the wound, “You’re good to go help Reggie, he’s been doing compressions on that guy for the past 10 minutes..” you sadly looked his way briefly, you knew that doing compressions that long didn’t mean anything good. Maria nodded and started heading that way.

You finished dressing Azzami’s wound and gave him a shot of antibiotics before Terrance called you over to help with another in take.

You ran over “What do we have?” you asked as you started a general examination, shining a light in the man’s eyes seeing a head wound, you saw no pupil reaction.

“Anderson said he was hit in the chest, fell and hit his head, he’s been on site for at least 10 minutes…” Terrance said starting to grab gauze and a repair kit which was routine procedure for most chest wounds. You took your fingers to the pulse point of the soldier's throat and felt nothing. “Terr.. there’s no pulse, no pupil reaction..” you said matter of factly.

Terrance shook his head frantically, taking gauze and pushing it to the chest wound, “No, there’s gotta be something we can do..” The number of deaths had been getting to him. He was someone that had a hard time letting go.

You pulled your stethoscope off your neck and put it on the patient’s chest to listen, checking for even the smallest sound of movement, something to tell you there was a chance. Terrance stood still, looking at you, with hope.

You pulled it off your ears to hang around your neck and shook your head. “DOA..” you put your hand over Terrance’s which was on the soldiers chest wound, covered in blood, “Terr, he was struck pretty close to the aorta..” you looked at the entry wound. “... he was gone probably within the first 90 seconds of getting hit. He was out there with little to no care for what we think was 10+ minutes. He’s dead. I’m sorry.” you sighed heavily and looked at the body before you, taking your free hand to the soldier's face and gently closing his eyes. “Rest now… you served valiantly..” you whispered gently.

You stepped back and nodded at Terrance before you took off the gloves you had on your hands and moved onto the next patient. You shoved every ounce of frustration and sadness down deep. Now wasn’t the time.

That chaos went on for 6 more hours.

6 more grueling hours filled with blood, sweat and tears.

5 more deaths.

18 more wounded.

You traded off with the other crew of medics as you work 12 hour shifts at time to avoid burnout when you’re not out in the field.

Terrance and Reggie offered for you and Maria to come rest in their quarters as they knew you guys had patients currently in yours.

You laid flat on the ground as soon as you got inside, the small fan hitting you like a godsend. You went from humid heat to dry heat in Afghanistan and you were bitter about it because you never had air conditioning, just small fans that you felt just pushed the heat around.

Terrence sat on his bunk, looking down at his hands, mind far from here.

Maria laid beside you and let out a breath of relief “I just heard Sgt. Beck tell someone that we cleared out that area; whoever is left on the other side is either dead or surrendering. We shouldn’t have any more heat come through.”

You sighed heavily and put your arms over your head to cover your eyes “Oh thank god..” you were all exhausted. The last two weeks had been grueling. Little to no sleep, and mentally draining. You barely had time to even shower half the time or eat, it was constant.

Reggie came in grinning ear to ear, “Ladies and well.. Terrance.. good news! We finally got mail!” He said, shaking his hips like the idiot he tended to be.

You all shot up excitedly and turned towards him. Maria and you standing walk up to him.

The mail was temporarily delayed due to the village entrance being deemed unsafe for the last two weeks. You were sure that the postcard you tried to get to Joel within the first few days, letting him know you got there safely, hadn't made it out of the village.

You all needed contact from the outside, you needed to hear from your loved ones.

“Maria, you have 3 letters, milady.. Two from mom and dad, one from a.. Mr. Miller…? Oooh is this Reginald?!” he caught on and remembered the name of her pen pal you guys told him about. He shook the letter up in the air teasingly towards her.

Maria grabbed all three envelopes and stuck her tongue out at Reggie, “His name is Tommy, but yes, this is who that idiot-” she nodded towards you, you hold up your hands in defense, “..calls Reginald.”

You chuckled and looked at Reggie, “So feisty, isn’t she?”

He chuckled along with you and nodded, and then looked at the mail he had remaining, “Ooh would you look at that! You got spoiled… you not only got a letter but a small parcel from Mr. Joel..” he shook the parcel in front of you teasingly like he did with Maria.

You blushed slightly and smiled “Wait what? He sent a parcel?” you asked, reaching for the letter and parcel, confused as you didn’t know what he could have possibly had sent.

Reggie pulled back to tease you further, he had a shit eating grin plastered on his face, “Would you look at that! You’re blushing… Oooh you liiike him!”

You chuckled and went to grab the items again, “No, I-” only for him to pull them away and start to run away from you like a child.

Now you were pissed. Before he got out of arm's reach you grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and pinned him against the bunk bed he and Terrance shared, “Hey shit stain, you wanna play this game with me?”

Reggie swallowed hard and shook his head.

“Good boy. Now give me my mail.” you smirked, holding out your free hand. He slowly gave you both items. You let his collar go then gave him a playful punch to the gut, “Thanks Reggie..”

He coughed and groaned in pain, “Not cool, man.”

You ignored him and went to sit down at their desk, now curious as to what the hell Joel sent to you.

You looked between the two items and tried to decide which to open first. You looked at the post date and saw the parcel was sent first so opened that one.

You pulled out the postcard and started to read it and then stopped when he mentioned the first item in the package.

You slowly took the disposable camera out and smiled widely then went back to the postcard, reading that part.

‘The camera is to be a placeholder until you get back, then I’m gonna get you a digital one. I’m now curious and want to see what you can do with one of those…

…I’ll process them and then when you get home, I’ll hand deliver all the photos you took, we’ll call it a meet and greet and it’ll give us a good excuse to meet up…’

You smiled at that last part warmly, as well as a warmth creeping up your neck up to your cheeks as you liked he wanted an excuse to meet up. You wanted the same, very much so.

You then pulled out the second item, the velvet bag inside the parcel.

As Levi would have said ‘Close your mouth honey, you look like a trout.’ with how wide your jaw dropped when you realized the pendant inside.

You looked and read the passage about the significance and meaning behind the pendant. Tears welled up and a few streamed down as you read through the remainder of the postcard, lightly chuckling to yourself at his closing remark about praying away the bugs.

The thought and sincerity behind the symbol alone was enough to make you want to sob tears of joy.

No one, and you meant it, no one, in years, made you feel this seen. This cared for.. or given you even an ounce of genuine sincerity without wanting something in return.

All Joel wanted was your time. He wanted to get to know you more from what this felt like. He wanted to make you happy and feel safe, at least that’s what acts like this made you feel.

You felt nothing but warmth by this gesture.

You took the pendant and put it around your neck, wearing it proudly and feeling ten times lighter with it on.

You looked back at the rest of the group, wanting to stay in this moment by yourself and Joel just a little longer. They were all still head deep in their mail, you smiled as you turned back around and opened the letter excitedly, almost ripping with your eagerness.

“Shit…” you giggled to yourself at how giddy you felt.

You pulled out the letter first then pulled out the photo inside and immediately smiled brighter seeing Joel’s smile.

You traced your fingers over the photo and chuckled at Sarah’s goofy smile, wondering what the context of the photo is between the two of them.

You set the photo down and began reading the letter.

You felt nothing but comfort and security by his words of support.

‘In this case, sweetheart, you are 100% wrong about being alone. You’ve got me now. Right?’

You felt the warmth of your blushing immediately hit your cheeks and your cheeks started to hurt by how much you were smiling when reading over the term of endearment, sweetheart.

You smiled and nodded, thinking to yourself, ‘Yeah, I’ve got you now..’

You read the part about his grandfather carefully, taking in each detail he shared with you, appreciating his openness and vulnerability, sharing details about Sarah’s mother as well.

You smiled more reading how Sarah took the photo and asked to send it to you, but then chuckled reading how the Polaroid intimidates Joel. You imagined him not being the most tech savvy person and that made you chuckle more.

You blushed deeply and you felt a tug at your heart when he brought up texting when you got home, and nodded to yourself, you’d like that too. Hell, you’d love to keep up the letters as well. It could be your thing, together.

You continued reading, making mental notes of what questions to reply back to him in your next letter.. especially concerning the rocking chair, you would love to share your opinion with him.

You got to the part he scribbled out and looked confused, ‘Did he spell something wrong?’ you chuckled lightly as he was someone who never had typo’s or scribbles in his letters so far. You tried to decipher what it could have said holding it close to your eyes.

Then you then held it up to the desk light and as clear day it read,

“I was also wondering if you’d be open to Skype.. ”

You thanked God that Maria wasn’t around to see the stupid fucking smile you wore on your face right now, she’d never let you hear the end of it.

You put your hand over your mouth shyly to hide the excitement you wore across your face. If any of the other 2 dipshits saw how giddy you were over a letter from your ‘pen pal’, like Maria, they’d never shut up.

You traced your finger over the part and thought to yourself ‘Maybe he thought it was too forward? Too soon?’ You shrugged unbothered because to you, it was sweet he didn’t want to be too forward. It felt very gentlemanly, something you have never had or experienced. It made you feel special, respected.

It also didn’t matter because in your next letter you would ask him, rip the band aid off for the both of you.

You read the last little bit of the letter and let out a laugh louder than you would have liked at his last line about the Broncos, Vikings and Cowboys. Alerting the others and popping your little bubble prematurely for your liking.

Maria zoned in like a shark smelling blood in the water at that kind laugh. “What? What’s so funny?” she stood up, and started walking over to you, smiling.

You quickly cleared your throat and folded the letter up, “Oh uh.. Joel just said something about football that was funny.” you hoped to God she wouldn’t pick up on anything else.

She smiled and hummed in acknowledgement. She then went to walk back to her spot but then stopped and turned back towards you, looking at your necklace, “That’s new..”

It was then where you saw all the stupid damn dots connect in her head and smirked like the Grinch did when he plots to steal Christmas, “That’s new, as in the parcel from Joel, new..” she chuckled lowly and then crept back over, giddy as hell.

You turned bright red and grabbed the necklace in your fist to try and hide it, feeling exposed and caught red handed, “Maria stop it..” you whispered and chuckled trying to defuse how red you felt.

She laughed softly, slightly enjoying watching you squirm. She then grabbed your arm and lightly shook you a little, like the cuteness aggression took over her, then she stopped and whispered to you, “Ok… I’ll stop if you tell me everything when we are away from these two dipshits… and I mean everything.” she nodded to the necklace.

You looked over her shoulder at Terrance and Reggie, who were distracted by pages of Playboy they must’ve had a buddy mail to them. You chuckled and shook your head at how ‘boyish’ they could be. You looked back at Maria, “Fine, but we listen and we don’t judge or tease…”

She pondered for half a second, “I can’t fully agree with the no teasin’ part, but I won’t judge.” she stuck her hand out for you to shake in agreement.

You rolled your eyes and smiled “Fine.” you grabbed her hand and shook it, “Now drop it for now.”

She smiled and nodded “Deal. Lips are sealed.” she winked.

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lullabyalikpoptarot · 20 days ago

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RM's Career Reading

I am quite excited to get to his reading, since I haven't done much on him. I find him to be an interesting person. Kind of sad I don't get much requests for him, but anyway, he seems eager to talk from the card flying out the way they did, so glad to give him a chance. Also, these cards look quite interesting.

So, the first card I pulled for his energy is Fire. He is a very passionate and creative person. I see him thinking of a lot of musical ideas for when he gets out of the Military. I just see it all boiling up within him and he is ready to release it. This kind of makes me excited for what he has in store.

Okay, so with this Fire and energy and rebel energy. I can see him being frustrated and how the company is going about things. I can kind of see him fighting against it or going against them, will he put that in his music, like in a lowkey way, hint at the shitty company he is part of. I see him going against the status quo or the institution. He seems pretty fired up about it.

Now, Namjoon is a great businessperson, so I see him going about things in a business manner. He takes his time, does things bit by bit, doesn't rush too quickly. I see him being smart about things. He does his due diligence before doing anything. He doesn't act rashly. Why do I feel he is giving someone business advice, I also got legal advice, who that is I don't know. Namjoon is a dependable person, a steady rock through it all. The word serendipitously popped up, it means to be somewhere by chance and it benefits them or being at the right place at the right time. I guess he has that energy.

Namjoon is someone who is a sweetheart. Someone who wants to shield and protect others from harm, so I see him offering advice. I see him on the phone talking to people, but also giving advice, not sure if it is the members or people in the company or people he knows. Dude is crazy smart and strategic. I see him wanting to watch over and protect others from harm. I feel there is someone he is connected with that is updating him on what is going on and keeping him up to date. I just see this back and forth, is it multiple people or just one person?, not sure.

I see him not liking the callus nature of the industry, the drama, the competition and the fights going on. He is so done with it. He seems emotionally numb by this as well. I see him wanting people to be paid fairly. To be treated fairly. To maybe be treated like human beings. I see him wanting to be of service to others as well and wanting to help others get their just do or fair treatment or get paid like they should. He may feel this way about him and the members.

He believes the environment is toxic af. Yo, I am hearing devil worshippers da fu**. He is going hard here. He doesn't like that these people are too in their head, materialistic, I heard perverted, not sure what he means by that, it could mean perversion, they have an altered view of things or go about things differently, but in a twisted way. He may not like that. He just doesn't like how they do things, meaning the company/institution. I do feel I am stepping into something because I don't feel the best right now, but the extra protections I have are helping, but going to keep moving as quickly as I can.

I see him having an idea or plan, or he is having talks with others to do something, but nothing really concrete or anything formulized. It is like he has an idea, putting it out there, having talks, but it is in the beginning stages. It is like he is trying to figure out how to go about things.

Side note, fu** these companies for doing their magic spells from stopping readers from seeing your messed up sh** This isn't even about privacy, ya'll are messed up and want to hide it, that is it. But I feel most these idols higher selves want to communicate, but shady companies do whatever they can to block it, by sending negative entities to us and making us feel like sh**. I ain' t cool with this, ya'll lucky I have more protection now, sorry but these companies piss me off. These companies have a right to hide their shit, but my ass will spill your tea, so fu** you. You can't push your idols out there for money and prostitute them, yeah I said it, and then expect people to not want to learn more about them. You can't have it both ways, how about don't do shady stuff and there is no problem. End rant lol

Anyway, he wants to defend his ideals and maybe communicate what is happening, but I am not seeing it actually happen. I also wonder if he leaks information. I am seeing that too, like anonymously through a source, is he that source?, like he is offering up some information, but not all though, just bits of pieces. This is interesting, ya'll he is so interesting, like why do people not find him interesting or ask about him?

This divine intervention card is interesting, it is like on a spiritual or on a universal level things are aligning for him, like whatever happens from now on is what is right for him, it is like the universe is going to help him out in some way. They are also calling him to stand strong in his beliefs, stay grounded and steady. That no matter what happens if he stands strong, he will get through the storm. He has to believe in his ability to lead others out of it, but to lead himself.

Okay, that was a whirlwind, but his career reading was one of the most interesting to me, up there with Yeonjun. I wish him the best on his endeavors. And can't wait for his perspective reading.

#kpop tarot #bts tarot #rm tarot

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welldrawnfish · 10 months ago

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Okay... before this starts I apologize for both length and possible butchering of your art. I am not good at this, but your stuff wants to make me try it out. With that, here it goes:

Twig was walking through the brush, looking for stuff to throw in the pile. She thought over what Fish Guts said, “Anything pink good for food pot. Is usually soft and nummy”. She was searching for mushrooms or the occasional stray tongue. She walked through a bush when she saw them

Three humans, two facing away from her and bending over a map but one was facing her. It was a man wearing a breastplate and wielding a sword. His eyes fell on Twig, widening in surprise, before a look of recognition crossed his face.

Twig dashed off into the brush before the knight had a chance to react, running to get away from the group and trying not to lead them to the rest of the Goblins. After a few minutes, she was hiding behind a tree next to a pond, listening to hear if she was being followed. She breathed a sigh of relief and a gloved hand grabbed her shoulder. “Hey- “

Twig shrieked and jumped into the pond, swimming to the bottom. The figure walked to the edge and started speaking to her. “Whoa, Whoa, easy. I’m not going to hurt you.” When she didn’t surface, he continued, “I know you weren’t born a Goblin. I know how to change you back”.

At his last statement, her ears perked up. She’d been looking for ages, and here the solution comes walking into her forest. She surfaces and eyes him suspiciously. He has black hair and an easy smile. He sits down with his back to the tree and indicated for her to do the same. She slunk out of the lake and took a seat across from him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’ve been hired by the two biologists I’ve left behind to guide them here from when I was pint-sized and green. Scare off the bigger critters. Didn’t expect to see someone in the same predicament I was.”

“How do you know about that?”

“Uhh... Sixth sense I guess? I just look at you and see myself. I’m guessing it wasn’t just your nose and propensity for breathing water that’s changed, Huh?”

Twig scowled at him. She didn’t like being read like this.

“Look, I know that this is weird, but the damage can be undone. When you go into town, ask for Larin at The Drunken Fish. Oh, and bring this with you,” he said, bringing out a parchment with a runic symbol on it.

He got up and started walking away. “Wait,” Twig cried after him,”what if I don’t...”

He stopped and smiled back. “Let’s just say, you get to choose what you keep. This thing has a funny way of choosing the right type of people.” With that, he started walking back.

Twig took a last look at the parchment, and started running back to Fish Guts before they start to get worried. She was worried and excited, waiting to see what the future held

Any critiques and suggestions would be sincerely appreciated. Thank you and Good Night (or whatever time it is by you)

Are you kidding me!! You didnt butcher anything!!!

You know how amazing it is to feel like your work has birthed so many people being so creative its like, HOLY COW.

The story isnt even out yet and look how much twig has resonated with people, i love this! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!

like you have NO idea omg

thank you so much this is so fun this si so good i cant believe people love twig that much to be writing fanfics!! it makes me want to share everything ive created and readied but if i do that then there will be nothing for the comic to surprise ya'll with!!

#twig #goblin girl #goblincore #i love this #its so amazing #writing

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blacklesbothatlovestowrite · 1 year ago

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Water

Riri x Black fem reader

Author's note: So I had an issue with this story being posted without tags to someone and I am rectifying it on my end because regardless of how I feel about the situation I was educated on how to go about expanding ideas that are suggested and giving credit. Teachable moments are very important in life, I am a girl's girl. I like to address things person to person and while I feel like there was a better way to handle the situation it is what it is. I ended up going back and forth with who I found out was an author I actually liked on here and in the end came to the conclusion I would no longer do any suggestions or expand on anything. What other people think is law for the fandom or etiquette isn't law for others (In the way of what we know personally. I have not interacted with anyone on here so I wasn't fully aware of how things were done or should be done as I just read, like and write). I sincerely didn't think much of it beyond seeing the idea and getting excited about doing it in my own way. I didn't remember who made the idea for it at the time but I knew they were on my follow page so they would see my post and interact with me. That wasn't the case and I realize now how it came off and I apologize for that and moving forward I know how to do things.

This was my first and last suggestion story, I debated on getting rid of it but I won't because creative idea or not. I genuinely worked on it because I wanted to support the fandom and bring back the hype and excitement we all OG had for these characters.

I fully take accountability for my actions and how they were received, and I hope moving forward we all in the fandom are able to address each other and interact with each other to keep the peace, and to continue to do what we all love. 💕

The person who made the OG water idea suggestion had said a scenario where reader was in an oversized t-shirt and Shuri was the character for the pairing. I chose Riri because I thought it better fit her character and the words just flowed with that in mind.

@imjusthere2readbruv

"Ma, chill." Riri grumbles seeing you do jerked movements to the same song you'd been playing for the longest.

"Make me sweat..." You sing, while twirling in Riri's oversized shirt.

"I swear Ma!" She huffs, tossing her pillow at you as you did the jerky movement again. You weren't going to stop until you got it just right.

"Ya'll see how she doing me?" You say to the people in the live, looking over the comments.

"Ah ha!" You laugh as you see comments about Riri pretending to hate your antics.

Riri acting like she don't like the way that gyatt moving

Ya'll see the recoil in that t-shirt at that???!!

I'm too gay for this

Riri can give Y/n here if she don't want her

"Lemme see." Riri frowns, hopping off the bed and snatching your phone. You laugh as she scowled at the comments. "That's all mine, ya'll can look but I get to touch."

"Riri move!" You laugh, pushing her as you replay the song again.

Make me sweat

Make me hotter

Make me lose my breath

Make me water

Make me sweat

Make me hotter

Make me lose my breath

Make me water

You do the dance seriously this time and stick your tongue out at Riri as you get it perfect.

You watch as she watches you, all the shit she was talking gone as she stares hard. You turn away from the camera so your ass is facing her and do it again to tease her.

"Nah ma." She shakes her head, snatching the phone. "Say bye to your little single ass friends."

"Riri!" You exclaim, trying to hide the laughter. She exits out of your live and locks your phone.

"Nah you wanted to be out here dancing and shit." She grins, tossing the phone to the side and pulling your shirt over your head and her boy shorts that fit you pretty snug.

"Do it again." She bites her lip as she leans against the bed with her arms crossed.

"I thought I needed to chill." You taunt, shivering as your nipples hardened at the look she was giving you. She was so fine.

You do the dance again as the part plays again, adding in extra hip movements and gyrations to entice Riri. You watch as she runs a finger over her lips in contemplation as she eyes you.

"Sound advice." She hums to herself, as she takes the necessary steps towards you and attacks your lips. Her tongue tangling with yours as she kisses your breath away.

Her fingers grip your hips as she lifts you onto her and your legs lock around her waist. You moan as your core dampens. She moves away and you both catch your breaths as she maneuvers you to the bed and tosses you down before settling between your legs.

She sucks your nipple into her mouth, her tongue lathering the stiff peak with licks and flicks. You arch your back as she switches breasts. She had the most amazing mouth, hands, everything. She was so skilled in the art of pleasure that at times you felt envious at the women who'd taught her how to be so good.

Her tongue dips low, a slow and torturous pace down to where you're yearning for her. You groan in misery as she places kisses on your pubic bone, inner thighs and clit. You jump slightly at the jolt in your pussy at the kiss.

"Baby...." You whine, she loved to make you beg and you were in no mood at the moment for the delayed gratification she was into. She'd make you feel like you wanted to climb the walls, bringing you to orgasm several times before fucking you so good you came so hard you felt like blacking out.

"Shhhh, I'm only doing what you said." She smirks, her eyes had a sparkle to them. "Make me water remember?"

She looks at your gooey, folds and moans. You were soaked, the wetness spread all over your inner thighs and core. She licked her lips before dipping her head and licking your pussy from top to bottom. You sighed, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

"Fuck, baby girl..." She hisses, savoring the taste of you on her tongue. She flattens herself in between your legs and starts eating you out like always. Her tongue attacking your pussy like it's the last meal on earth.

She slurps on your pussy, her eyes on your pretty face. Your head thrown back with your mouth wide open, moaning as she eats you out. She grasps your hands in hers and continues pleasuring you, not holding back.

The moment you feel the urge to cum your eyes snap open and your eyes lock with hers. You beg her with your eyes not to stop, she's making you feel too good to stop right now.

As if she's reading your mind she focuses on your clit, her tongue flat against your nub as she licks with more pressure and you moan out as you gush on her tongue. Your clit throbbing as she continues to lick. While you're coming down from your orgasm she shoves two fingers in you and starts thrusting them upwards.

She instantly connects with your sweet spot and your eyes roll back as she presses continuously on it. The feel of her eating your pussy while fucking you with her fingers has you stuck in stupid.

You can't help the moans, groans and whimpers that slip from your mouth as she fucks you so good. Your legs try to close as she continues to work your pussy. She knows exactly what to do to make you lose your mind and she's basking in the moment.

"Fuck! Ri...." You cry out. Your mouth feeling dry as she continues to fuck you.

"Fuck! Right there, mama!" You demand, fisting the sheets in your hands as she pounds your pussy with her skillful fingers.

"Ooooh, Mama. I love the way you eat my pussy...." You swear. She goes harder, drilling your pussy in skillful thrusts.

She sucks your clit in her mouth once she realizes you're right there and like a geyser ready to blow you squirt all over her hand and chin.

"Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkk." You screech as she doesn't let up, and all you can do is cry as she makes you feel so deliriously good.

She moves her head to get a better look at your wet pussy, licking her lips as she tastes your essence. She continues fucking you her eyes locked on the way your pussy is sucking in her fingers, and adds a third.

"You can do it mama." She encourages, her tone gentle and soothing. "Let me see that pretty pussy cream."

"Fu...Ffffuckkkk." You grit through your teeth as she fucks you. Your body is glistening with sweat, your juices and your eyes are wide as she has her way with you.

"Look how my baby is taking me." She brags, her tone igniting something in your pit of your belly. "All that fucking sweetness all for me..."

Riri's mouth waters at the sight of your pussy taking her in. She's obsessed with the way your pussy looks, the way it gushes, squirts, creams. She could fuck you all day and still never have enough of you.

She moved up your body while her fingers were still slamming into you and captured your lips. She bit your bottom lip, hard before sucking on it. The moment she knew you were going to cum again she spit in your mouth and used her free hand to choke you watching as you arched up in her grasp and let out a howl.

Riri moved back, her fingers leaving your sensitive pussy. She looked down at your pussy, and licked at your juices while humming to herself. Once she had her fill, she looked at you and placed her hands at your lips.

"Taste yourself." She orders, and you obey quickly sucking her fingers in your mouth all the way. Your tongue licking everything off.

She smirks.

"I guess that song isn't so annoying after all." She shrugs, moving to spoon you while watching you struggle to get your breath under control.

#riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x you #riri smut #riri x y/n #riri x reader #tyla

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insertsomthinawesome · 1 year ago

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I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Okay so honestly I have been very very inconsistent over the years with just disappearing for periods of time due to various things 😂 So it probably seemed pretty normal to most people.

But it felt different on my side, so I'm excited to be back in business. I took a month long hiatus! 31 days of not drawing digital art. Its not something I talk about on here? But I've been suffering from some serious long term Art Burnout for.... a really really long time. Long enough that I should've taken a break probably years ago. It finally got so bad that I could barely draw. I was scared to do it (cause it always looked "bad" in my eyes [i'll come back to that]) and doing it was exhausting and disheartening.

I talked it over with somebody and realized that the fear and anger and frustration I felt towards my own artwork was uh. Not Normal or Healthy. And I finally committed to taking a real break for once.

I still drew a little bit by hand? Traditional art has always felt like it has lower stakes for me (i don't often share it online, and sometimes I don't even share it with friends) so I did some of that when I felt like it. But Digital art was completely off the table.

I had put such an immense pressure on myself to make my digital art perfect, to make as much of it as quickly as possible to satisfy something. It wasn't fun anymore. I'm proud of what i've made over the years! But for a long time now the stuff I've been making was made while hating every second of making it. With some rare exceptions.

I hated my art! It was a combination of Perfectionism, taking in too many external expectations, and the burnout. If you hate doing something its kinda hard to love it even when you want too lol. It wasn't "Bad" in the sense that the quality was low and it was ugly! It was "Bad" in the sense that it was unhealthy for me to keep doing it at that point in time.

I'm glad to report though, that with my hiatus officially over as of Wednesday last week: I am once again. In Love. With doing art, and being an artist :)

I put off taking a break for years cause I was scared that taking a break would mean that I would never achieve all the things I wanted to do with art. I was scared it was a stupid and lazy thing to do that would mean I'd never achieve my dreams. And Also even though I kinda hated drawing, I also loved making art. Its a weird duality that I can't even really explain??? I hated it but I also loved it. I wanted it but I also wanted to run from it. It wasn't until I was more mature and had more clarity and insight (and unfortunately also until the problems got worse) that I was finally able to let go of those fears and just do it.

And I'm really really glad I did. It was everything I needed. And I hope to strike a better balance in the future with art. Taking more breaks when I need them, or just when other things have my attention like reading or Video games (Some star rail got played during this time xD)

From the outside things probably aren't going to be that different?? At this point I don't really have any sure plans to post anything I've been drawing since my Hiatus ended. I might or I might not xD I'm still a hobbyist artist taking things at her own pace, but I hope that it shows how much happier I am :)

Whumptober 2023 is being officially put to rest by this post btw! I was in major burnout when that event started, and I'm ready to just, move on from all the past expectations I'd shoved on my shoulders. If I feel like filling any of the prompts or going back to any of the ideas I'd come up for it I will! But I'm not going to worry about doing it unless the desire sets in. Thanks to everybody who's been so kind to me throughout my time on here as an artist! Ya'lls tags and screaming and kind words, the fanfic, the asks and the responses? Its been fantastic :) You guys have made me laugh, smile, and cry tears of joy. I hope from here that things only get better and sweeter! And if I have bad days again, that's okay too.

Here's to 2024 and whatever it may bring ya'll :D 🎉🎉✨✨🧡💜

#isa screams #long post #gif #flashing #i think? Lemme know if I'm incorrect on that one alksdjfLKSJDJDSG #I don't normally talk this much so its kinda strange?#its kinda nice to be more honest about this stuff though #I'm a bit more of a private person so its hard to find the balance between wanting to discuss things openly and honestly #but with the fact that I don't owe the entire world an explanation for everything I do #its a tricky thing #but today I felt like doing this and I think that's okay #if i regret it I just won't do it again alsdjLSDJLFJSGSDG #thanks if you read this! I appreciate it!#I'm a pretty smalltime artist relatively. So sometimes it feels as though it doesn't mater what i say or express.#But hm. I doubt its really that simple or bleak #And if I don't respect myself then well. Who will right?#And I want to learn how to be happy with how little or how much I get #part of the reason I've done so poorly mentally as an artist is chasing numbers and outside praise instead of asking the harder questions #am i happy with what i do? what I make? Who I am #I'm going to probably be working on those questions and problems for the rest of my life.#But thats okay. Thats not a bad thing :)

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sweaterkittensahoy · 6 days ago

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Everything in my "Yarn in House" folder so far for 2025

These are crochet thread size #30 gloves for cosplay purposes.

I've been with Sean for 20 years and never made him a whole sweater, so I had him pick from the patterns I've collected, and he wants this one first. He does not know I'm actually gonna try to sneak in one or two more and surprise him. Also, if you recall my recent bitching about watermarks and people how go way too fucking wild with them, I want to point this one out as an appropriate type. I don't love that it's over the arm, but I get that it's so it can't be fully ignored, but also, it is placed mostly out of the way so you can see the actual design.

Ya'll voted for this blouse to go first when I gave you four options. It'll be made in #20 thread.

The other blouses from the poll. I've got most of the supplies in house save for some thread for this bottom one that's on backorder but due in the next couple of weeks.

(By the way, My Vintage Wish on Etsy fucking rules for knitting/crochet/sewing patterns even if they do use 'retro' incorrectly. I have so many of their patterns.)

Do I go outside in summer? No. Have I made a tutorial about how to resize 1970s ideas of butt sizes so you can fit into these suits? Yup.

Oh, look, the watermark I fucking hate and spend a lot of time image searching to avoid using the photo from the pattern I bought because the watermark is IN THE GODDAMN WAY. Anyway, the yarn for this one is not technically in the house yet, but it's ordered, so it goes in the folder.

Meant to make this guy for the just-passed Christmas season. Yarn's been in the house for months. I just think he's cute.

Sportweight boucle!! Which I found on Knitpicks, it turns out. Definitely double-check color on a couple different devices because I thought I got eye-searing orange, and it's way more mellow than the site photo suggests.

No joke, I get a little giddy when my small unnaturals match the vintage sizing. It's a joke that 36-38 was "big" sizing, but my boobs are now 37", so it's a little thrill to only need to do waist math rather than huge tits math.

Honestly still not sure if this is a teen pattern or an adult pattern, but I'll need to adjust sizing regardless because I have a whole ass. I'm getting pretty good at ass-sizing, honestly. This one can be made in size #10 thread or 3-ply, with the 3-play making it possible to go up to size 18 (vintage), but I have some lovely thread I want to use, so I'll math that bitch.

File under "Things I couldn't make before the smallering because fuck that much math." I am very excited for this.

Also, shout out to the website I get all these mail order patterns from. Glad someone has saved them. I imagine there's loads of these that just got binned at some point.

Added this one last night because I realized I needed a bit more thread for the hat I'm working on. Literally only a bit, but now I've got 1200 yards on the way to make this apron.

My "bitch why" project for 2025. A join-as-you motif dress that will require math to fit. But oh my god when I finish it, I will forgive it all of its sins.

It took several years, but I have finally found a top I can make with a Knitpicks Luminance discontinued color I have. I am very excited.

A 1930s mesh skirt that is literally "make a chain slightly bigger than your waist and get your ass to work." Love patterns like this.

This one is from Free Vintage Crochet which looks like an ad-ware nightmare but is actually a great site for vintage patterns. It's run by a woman who just wants to archive as many patterns as she can, and it's a giant archive of truly free stuff. She does sell some full booklets that have been beautifully restored in PDF (I have a couple), but you don't have to sign up or buy anything to make use of everything here. Definitely worth a deep dive by category if you're into vintage patterns.

Literally chosen because I have leftover yarn from overbuying to cover my ass (literal) for a vintage dress.

The first large project I ever made about two decades ago. And it's still available for free! (If you don't have a ravelry account, I can send you the pattern if you want). Josi was a friend, actually. She passed away a couple of years ago, and I miss her terribly at times. She designed some truly beautiful clothes, and I've managed to scrape together some of her designs that I bought over the years or happened to find on third-party sites. All of the places she sold her work no longer exist. If you have any Josi patterns and are willing to share, I'd appreciate it. The last conversation we had, actually, was about what yarn to use for this skirt. Josi didn't pick the suggested yarns in the pattern; Craft magazine made that call. She disagreed with their choices. She suggested Valley Yarns Leverett as she always meant for the skirt to be made in a light worsted.

Anyway, that's most of my to-make list for 2025 so far. I've got two freehand projects and one cape from a book, so they're not in my digital stack. If my usual average of about 40 projects a year works out here, I've got about half the year booked up.

#crochet #crochetblr #long post

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beaker1636 · 1 year ago

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Playful Kiss - Vinny Engagement Smut/Fluff

Request: Vinny proposes to you which leads to the craziest best sex the two of you ever had. After you tell everyone he proposed like he didn't just rearrange tour insides.

AN: So I varied slightly from this, opting for instead more of a rushed or quicky sex scene because they had a place to be to be able to let everyone know, so I hope that is okay. It just seemed to flow a bit better. I will include the photos that were used as inspiration for their poses at the end, thank you google!

Also ya'll better be ready because this one is a doozy, almost 5000 words! Enjoy! (Also had to include a photo of vin being adorable because why not?)

Shoutout to @tearfallpixie I was really struggling with the proposal scene and she helped me immensely!

“I really like this dress on you, it compliments you really well mama,” Vinny says. Stepping up behind you in the mirror and wrapping his hands around your waist, a playful kiss being left on your cheek. You feel your cheeks blush slightly, always loving the attention he gives you.

“You look pretty handsome yourself, thank you for agreeing to take pictures with me. I just thought it would be fun to do some,” you say softly, turning around to give him a kiss. “We don’t really have any really nice photos of us.”

“We don't, you are right. And luckily I happen to know several photographers,” he says with a playful wink before backing away from you. “Speaking of, Rick sent me the location we are going to. It is in the woods because he said the colors are great out there right now. I know he had some ideas in mind, the couple he has shown me I thought were fun.”

“Sounds good, Let me grab a jacket and I’ll be right out.” You answer, moving to slip your shoes on and find your favorite sweater. You follow Vinny out the front door a couple minutes later and get into the warm car, music playing in the background softly.

The drive was short, about 15 minutes before you showed up at the photo location, noticing Rick was already there messing with his camera. He had a tripod set to the side in case he needed it but other than that the clearing was empty, mostly coated in red and orange leaves that had fallen the night previous. You both get out of the car, greeting Rick with a smile.

“Thank you for doing this for us,” you say with a smile.

“You’re welcome, okay so here is what I am thinking…” he says, moving the two of you how he wants in the leaves with the trees in the background. To be honest you are excited to see how these turn out, with all the vibrant colors around you. Autumn is such a beautiful time of year and you think the photos are going to turn out beautiful.

“Okay so the two of you are really playful together so I want to take that route in your photos instead of traditional poses, maybe a couple traditional ones but I want to show what you are like as a couple. So the first one I had in mind was something with you on his shoulders like this,” Rick says, showing you a photo on his phone. It was a picture of a girl sitting with her legs over her man's shoulders and looking down at him with a huge smile on her face as he stabilized her by holding her arms out. “I figured it was easier to show you what I am thinking instead of trying to make you do it by instruction.”

“Yeah, I get what you want. Here y/n,” Vinny says, kneeling on the ground in front of you so that he can set you on his shoulders. You giggle when he does because of the fact you almost fell off at first before you got adjusted. His grip was tight in yours so that you didn’t slip again and finally he found his footing so he was able to stand up.

A couple moments later Rick says he got a couple good shots and decided that it was time to move on again. While he was thinking about what to do next Vin had thrown you over his shoulder, hanging you backwards. As he did so more leaves fell from the trees and you looked up in awe, loving the feel of the wind in your hair.

“Oh wait, let me catch a few like this. This is totally fitting for the two of you,” Rick exclaims, moving to capture a couple of you flung over his shoulder. You giggling as Vinny messed with you, a big smile on his face as well as on yours.

You are honestly kind of glad he had one of his friends do your photos, someone that knows the two of you well enough to come up with ideas that just fit your personality other than normal, boring couples photos. The two of you truly are pretty playful, you like teasing one another and messing around… to the point that sometimes it really annoys everyone around you.

Rick continues moving you around for another few poses, a couple of the two of you laying in the leaves, a couple kisses he managed to capture, many laughs when you have thrown leaves at each other and messed around. You are excited to see what it is going to show in the photos because it was so much fun taking them.

“Oh! I have an idea for one. Mama, come here.” Vinny positioned himself to face the camera and pulled you into his arm, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. You were confused but just went with it, feeling one arm wrap over your shoulder and the other hovering next to you. There were a couple of clicks of the camera behind you before your drummer quickly pulled away. You didn’t miss the grin on his face and the blush on his cheeks but it has been chilly all day so you figured he was just flush from the nippiness in the wind.

“Okay, I have one last thing I want to do unless you have any specifics that you want. So y/n, turn your back towards Vin… yeah like that, towards me. And Vin- oooh I like that. Perfect. Okay, good.” You smile as he clicks the camera a couple times, even though you are confused about what exactly Rick is doing but you trust it’ll end well.

“Okay, y/n you can turn towards Vinny now,” Rick calls to you, not looking up from the screen of his camera.

You turn around and almost instantly gasp when you see Vin down on one knee in front of you, holding a ring out. Your lip instantly pulls into a pout as you fight your tears back at the fact he is doing this right now, beyond happy.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” Vin asks with a huge smile, he already knows that you are going to say yes. That man knows you way too well, and he knew when he was thinking about asking you that you would automatically agree, confident in the fact that you love him. He is pretty sure he could ask you to do literally anything and you would agree with it.

He also knows that you hate having attention drawn to yourself so he would probably get punched if he tried to do this with a lot of people around, and that you wouldn’t want some extravagant speech. You just would want it to be the two of you, something simple.

You nod, smiling as you hold your hand out for him to put the ring on for you. Not sure what you should say right now while all of this is happening, he genuinely shocked you and caught you off guard. You were not expecting him to ask you like this, that was the furthest thing from your mind when you were getting ready for today.

As he slips the ring on your finger he leaves a light kiss on your hand before he stands up, his hands instantly settling on your waist before he leans in to give you a proper kiss. Wanting that closeness in the moment, wanting the confirmation that you are here and agreed. When you broke apart he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting you up and spinning you in circles.

“Yes!” He yelled, laughing as you clung to his shoulders. You giggled as you admired his bright grin from above. This man was yours for good now and you couldn’t be happier.

Both of you honestly forgot Rick was standing there capturing everything as it was happening, both losing track of time as you had your moment. The wind picking up and swirling the leaves around you again as if it was celebrating with you. He lowered you to your feet gently and placed another kiss to your lips before pulling back to admire your glowing smile.

“Thank you for saying yes, Mama,” he says softly, now using his thumbs to wipe away a couple of your tears that fell from your eyes.

“Thank you for finally asking,” you tease him back before turning your head towards Rick. “I’m assuming you knew this was happening?” Rick only offered a smirk in response, still letting you two bask in your happiness a bit longer. “Thank you for helping Vin plan this.”

“You’re welcome, I’m happy to be part of this for you guys. Do you want to take a couple photos that are more like engagement photos with your ring? We can do a couple quick ones of you two kissing and stuff before we finish if you would want to,” he offers.

“You have done more than enough for us Ricky really, I think you have gotten plenty,” you answer with a smile on your face. “You definitely got more than I thought you would already.”

“And we have to go get changed and everything before going to Chris’ for dinner,” Vin says, his hand finding yours. “As much as I really do not want to,” he whispers in your ear.

“Sounds good, I will start editing tonight when I get home and send them off to you. Hopefully they’ll be exactly what you want them to be,” Rick says smiling at both of you as you all walk towards your cars to leave. Getting in so that you can make the drive home and change before you have to make your way to Chris’ place.

About half way home Vin’s hand settles on your thigh, gently squeezing it a couple times before shooting you a quick smile. His hand then slides up your thigh under the skirt of your dress, you know what he is trying to do and decide to ignore it the best you can for the rest of the drive. You aren’t going to make it easy on him, if he wants some before you have to leave he can work for it.

When the two of you make it back to your house you slip in, making your way to the bedroom intending to change out of the dress but quickly realize you can’t reach the zipper by yourself, you are going to need Vin’s help which means he likely is going to convince you to give him what he was hinting at in the car without directly telling you.

“Hey babe, can you come help me quick? I can’t get the zipper down myself,” you call to him, unsure of where he wound up in the house.

A couple minutes later he makes his way into your shared bedroom shirtless, moving to stand behind you. One hand is resting on your shoulder while the other starts to slowly draw the zipper down your back. He leaves a kiss to your now bare shoulder before moving your hair to one side, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before moving to your ear, so close to you that you could feel his warm breath across your skin there.

“All I could think about earlier was getting you out of this dress, I wasn’t joking when I said you looked amazing mama,” he whispers softly, leaving light touches on the now bare skin of your back and shoulders.

“Then how about you just do it Vin?” you ask him, turning to face him, your own hand now trailing his bare chest softly. Teasing him in your own way like he was doing to you in the car.

That was all that it took before his lips were on yours, his hands brushing the sleeves of your dress down so that it would pool at your feet, leaving you in just your bra and panties in front of him while he continues to kiss you like a starved man.

With the dress now off of you he pushes you towards the bed, when the back of your legs hit it he pushes you down onto your back before pulling his lips away from yours long enough to slip his own jeans and boxers off before he settles himself over the top of you. Quickly his lips find their way on your skin again, settling on the skin by your collarbone as he reaches underneath you, unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room and out of his way, his mouth closing around one of your nipples right away. Sucking it into his mouth, lightly biting before soothing the sting with his tongue before moving to the other.

“Shit mama,” he groans when you reach down between the two of you, taking his erection in your hand and stroking. Trying to get him fully hard for you, wanting him to get some pleasure from you like he is currently doing for you. Truthfully you get off on knowing that he is, that he is enjoying what you are doing to him as he does stuff to you.

His lips leave your skin for a moment while he looks down at you, his lips on yours again for a moment. Short, gentle pecks that are unlike what the two of you are currently doing to each other, like he had to take a quick break to remind you that he loves you before he continues having his way with you.

One of his hands rests on yours, making you stop stroking his cock for a moment while he looks at you, meeting your eyes.

“My turn,” he growls, forcing your hand off of him before he shoves you back down on the mattress and moving to settle a bit further down on the bed. You know what he is about to do, but you still aren’t prepared when he settles between your thighs, tongue instantly running against your folds as he begins to devour you. Lips quickly wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly, this man is determined to bring you as much pleasure as he can in this moment.

“Fuck mama, you’re so wet,” he groans, pulling his lips away from you long enough that he can look up at your face. He wasn’t expecting you to be watching him, but you are. Enamored with seeing him work you over, how excited he still gets over getting you off. “You taste so good.”

He slides two of his fingers inside of you as he still watches your face, his own resting on your thigh as he watches you let out a breath, your chest heaving slightly as you take in a breath when he begins thrusting his fingers inside of you a couple times.

He moves back to what he was doing, working your clit with his tongue as he continues to flick it and suck on it. Wanting nothing more than to pull you over the edge with just his mouth and fingers before he is inside of you. Wanting you to be wet and ready for his cock before he fucks you, because he fully intends to give it to you rough. Just how you like it.

One more flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers have you coming undone with a moan, your back arching up as he continues his motions for a few more seconds, working you through the high before he pulls away. Pulling his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean before meeting your eyes.

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot when you come undone for me,” he groans as he moves up from where he is at.

Letting you wrap your legs around him when he kisses you again, you tasting yourself on his lips as he continues to softly kiss you, letting you relax slightly before he continues.

Lining himself up with your entrance he slowly slides in, groaning at how wet you are, how tight you are around him as he begins thrusting into you. Only taking a few thrusts before picking up the pace, his hips hitting yours rather roughly, making you whimper as you are now sensitive from your own orgasm.

“Shit Vin,” you groan, wrapping your legs around his waist as he goes, knowing he likes it when you pull him in like that.

“Fuck, can we shift mama? Want you to ride me,” he asks, a couple soft groans slipping out before you agree. His hands settle on your waist as he pulls out of you, flipping you both so that he is now laying underneath you as you sink yourself down on him.

“Shit, just like that,” he groans, his hands on your hips as he helps guide you as you start to work yourself on his dick. Maybe not quite as rough as he was with you but enough that both of you find yourself getting close as you continue to do so.

You watch his face as his eyes close when he lets out a gasp, loving the look that is running across his face as he slowly comes undone underneath you. His eyes open again and settle on your hand when he watches you reach down to start circling your own clit, finding yourself close again.

“Shit that is so hot, love watching you fall apart on me,” he pants softly, feeling you clench around him. He knows you love it when he talks to you during the act, when he tells you what he is enjoying, how attractive he finds you. Seconds later you shudder, your second orgasm crashing over you as you slow down your movements slightly.

Vinny feels himself close to the edge so he holds you against his chest now, thrusting into you before he cums inside of you with a groan, a few more soft thrusts before stopping. Holding you against his chest in his arms as you both lay there basking in the afterglow for a moment before you move, lifting yourself off of him so that you can clean yourself up in the bathroom quick.

“Oh shit, babe, we are officially late for going to Chris’, we better hurry to get ready and get there before he is too pissed,” Vinny calls to you, you giggle when you hear him trip over his pant leg as he starts pulling a pair of jeans back on.

You slip out of the bathroom and quickly throw on a shirt and jeans, figuring good enough as you watch Vinny bound his way downstairs to go warm up the car. You move to try and fix your hair that has now become a frizzy mess before giving up and just pulling it into a messy bun before slipping your shoes and jacket on, following Vinny to the car so you both can be on your way.

“So, how long do you think it’ll take before anyone notices your ring?” Vinny asks you, holding your hand and running his thumb over it as he drives down the road. He can’t help himself but to touch it, wanting to feel like it is real and that you actually said yes.

“I don’t know, Chris and Mia (first name I thought of, sorry) can be kind of oblivious when they want to be so we shall see I guess,” you answer giggling, squeezing his hand softly. “It really is beautiful, I love it Vin.”

“I know, I made your sister help me pick it out when we had an off day on the last tour, so that it would be something you would like,” he says, smiling as he watches the road. “I’m honestly shocked she kept it a secret from you, the way the two of you talk to each other all the time.”

“I can’t either actually, that bitch,” you say, teasingly as you continue to watch out the window, Vinny pulling into Chris’ driveway.

“There are a lot of cars on the road, I wonder if someone is having a party or something around here,” you say softly as you step out of the car, making your way up the steps.

“Uh yeah, about that,” Vinny answers sheepishly as he opens the front door to Chris’ house, all your friends cheering the second you open the door. “I knew you wouldn’t want everyone being there when I asked but I wanted us to celebrate with our friends.”

You smile, telling him thank you before you start giving hugs to your friends who gave you congratulations, all of the girls wanting to see the ring as you talk with them, being surrounded by their love and support for the two of you.

“Dinner was already dropped off and ready, but you guys chose to show up late for reasons I doubt I want to know so we should probably make our way to the dining room,” Chris says, smiling at the two of you.

You make your way over to him, pulling him into a hug so that you can thank him for hosting this for you, setting it all up so that you could celebrate with everyone. He really is thoughtful and kind, you appreciate everything that he does for all you guys.

You all make your way to the dining room, where there is a lovely dinner catered from your favorite restaurant in town. Everyone sitting down to eat while asking you about how Vinny asked, what he did, to see your ring, etc.

You learned that Vinny didn’t tell anyone how he was going to do it, that even Rick didn’t tell his girlfriend Naomi just that he was helping with it.

“We were getting some photos done today because I have been wanting some nice ones of us and he asked during the photoshoot, catching me completely off guard. It was perfect honestly,” you answer, a smile forming on your face as you think about it again.

“I brought my camera cord so we can hook it to the tv, I can show all of you the video after we are finished eating,” Ricky says with a smile.

“Wait, you got a video of it? I thought you only got some photos of it,” Vinny asks, glancing up at him.

“You both were so distracted you must not have noticed I had my tripod, I had it set up and ready so that I just had to quickly hit record before you asked. I figured the two of you would enjoy having a video of the moment on top of the photos I got today,” Ricky answers. “Consider it a gift.”

“Thank you Rick, that was really thoughtful. Thank you for all that you did for us today, really. And thank you again Chris and Mia for hosting a celebration dinner for us tonight. I love all of you guys and appreciate what you all do for us,” you say, feeling happy tears starting to pool in your eyes as you look at everyone around the table.

“Oh no, you are not allowed to cry because you will make me cry,” Mia says with a laugh, smiling at you brightly from where she is sitting across the table. You can’t help but let out a laugh at her words, feeling the love that is behind them.

Everyone finishes up eating and make their way to the living room while Rick sets up his camera, pulling up the video so everyone can watch it. The girls all sharing their awws as they watch Vinny sneak up behind you, pulling you into a hug and holding the ring out with a finger pressed to his lips for a photo like he was saying shhh don’t tell her.

“I was trying to figure out wtf you we’re doing with this pose you fucking sneaks,” you say, giggling as you keep watching the video.

Watching the moment that he asks makes you smile, happy tears forming all over again as you relive the moment of him asking, of the two of you celebrating as he swings you around with a huge smile on his face. The girls around you all saying aww and sharing your happiness as they watch the moment while sitting around you.

“You two are the cutest I swear, and it is so fitting to do it that way. I think it was perfect for the two of you,” Naomi says, holding Ricks hand where they sit after the video had ended.

“Like the annoying little siblings I didn’t know I needed,” Rick teases, smiling at the two of you brightly from his spot next to her. “Thank you for letting me be a part of it Vin, I had fun planning it with you.”

“Thank you for doing it, of course I would want my best friend in on it man,” Vinny responds, looking over at his friend with a smile of his own.

You can tell by the look on Vin’s face that he truly means it, that he is truly overjoyed as his hand is in yours, his thumb still lightly playing with the ring on your finger as you sit there talking with all of your friends.

He will have to get that video sent to him so that he can send it to his parents, knowing that they will both be overjoyed to know that you said yes because they love you and have been on his ass about offically adding you to the family.

“Okay but for real, why we’re you guys late if you we’re coming from the photoshoot after changing?” Ryan asks, glancing at the two of you from across the room.

“They just got engaged, I think that is a stupid question dude. Just think about it for a moment,” Justin answers before taking a sip of his drink. He almost spits it out when he sees Ryans face go from curious to absolutely disgusted in the matter of seconds.

“Okay, nevermind, I shouldn’t have asked,” he says, turning slightly red when he puts two and two together.

Everyone laughs at his reaction when he realizes what likely happened, all having fun being with each other and in one another's company. You leaning into Vin’s side as you start to get slightly tired but still enjoying being with all your best friends. You couldn’t be happier at how the day ended, even if it wasn’t how you had planned.

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centercitychronicals · 3 months ago

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Center City Chronicles: Tzu-tza X Anya

So in an effort to make sure I write this whole book out, I'm gonna be posting chapters here. Hope ya'll end up enjoying the story, it's my Lemurian universe I'm trying to flesh out. I'll still be doing Oc x reader posts in between when I get writer's block with the series though.

18+ story, but this first chapter I don't think would be considered NSFW, but I still am putting a cut to stay consistent since next chapter gets slightly steamy. Also feel free to comment constructive criticism, It'll help me make this enjoyable for all of ya'll reading this for the long run!!

Chapter 1 Tzu-tza

Tzu-tza’s tail wrapped around the rolling chair’s leg in his excitement. Today was to be the day that he was moving ground cities… ok so it was only going to be for a month, but he had high hopes that it would end up being permanent. He spun in the chain while he waited for the holo vid connection to finish trying to connect to Anya’s.

“Anya…”, he sighed dreamily. She was to be his mate or well, wife in human terms. She was human after all and he was trying to make a point of incorporating the terms of her people into his vocabulary, but he still liked the term mate more. It felt more significant that the description that pulled up when you searched for the word wife.

As he continued to daydream about her, the chime of the holo connecting made him jump and nearly topple from his chair as he flinched backwards, and then scrambled to both fling himself to face the holo vid and right the chair before he fell.

“Snnck,” Anya made a sound, trying to keep from snorting at what he was sure was what she saw on screen. Just seeing her, and hearing her mirth kept him from feeling too embarrassed by the situation.

“Anya! You uh…” He cleared his throat and steered the conversation away from his moment of clumsiness. “How are you on this fantastic day, love?” He beamed at her and she mirrored his happy expression while he leaned in, staring at her lovingly.

Honestly, how did he ever get so lucky as to meet her on the dating nexus. Out of all the humans still alive after the invasion that had rocked both their worlds, he had found her. ‘Anya…’, he thought to himself happily as he waited for her to recount her day so far.

It was early in the day, so he was sure not too much had to have happened yet, but he still wanted to check in on how she was since last night. Was he clingy? Sure maybe some people would think that way, namely the females of his race, but Anya was different, she didn’t mind if he clinged a little… or alot at times.

“Good so far, finished packing this morning so I should get there by the time you get through your side of customs. What about yours Tzu-tsa?” He would never get over hearing her say his name. Alot of his fantasies were just of hearing it sighed from her lips.

“Fantastic! I’ve been packed since last night, aaaand…” He drew out the word as he bent over to open his duffle bag and pull out a fabric wrapped gift, before sitting back up and showing the small bundle with a grin. “I have a gift for you.” He finished, hoping she would be happy to know he was bringing her something.

“Oh Tzu-tza, you didn’t have to do that.” She said, face falling slightly and he swallowed, not sure why she wasn’t excited at the idea of getting a gift. His eyes darted to it quickly and his smile lost a bit of its luster. Was it too small? Is it because he ruined the surprise of bringing a gift in a roundabout way?

“I wanted to,” He tried to reassure her, “Really, I just brought it up because I didn’t want to forget to give it to you if I got carried away when I see you later today. Do you not… want it?” He trailed off, second guessing the gift idea.

“Oh no no. I actually love that you got me a gift, because I’m bringing you one too. I just don’t want you to feel like you had to go out of the way for me.” Anya said softly, her features brightening back to her earlier expression and Tzu-tza felt relieved that he hadn’t done something wrong with bringing the gift up via holo. Though he didn’t like that she thought he went out of his way to get her one.

“Oh good, I was worried… I mean good about you wanting the gift, not that…” He was munching his tail fur with this. Why did he still get so tongue-tied around her? Sighing, Tzu-tza slumped in his chair slightly. “Sorry, I suppose I’m just nervous since we finally get to meet in person.” He admitted softly and Anya’s expressions softened so that she smiled lovingly back at him at the admission.

“I know saying, “Don’t be” probably doesn’t help, but there really isn’t any reason to be worried Tzu-tza.” She began and it only slightly helped his nerves, but he appreciated her attempt. “Though I’m a bit nervous too.” She whispered conspiratorially and winked in a way that had him snorting and relaxing further.

After that, a few hours went by as they chatted about any and everything before Anya had to reluctantly hang up so she could start heading to customs. Tzu-tza sighed as the connection ended and he stretched, popping his back and then tail, since it was an extension of his spine and also liked to kink up on him when sitting still for too long.

Looking around at his small apartment, he couldn’t say that he was going to miss it. He was met with four corner posts of cement, and whatever metal they used to construct the small dwelling, to help hold up the weight of the many floors above him. It was his, and he was grateful to have had it, but it wasn’t a home. Not really anyways.

At one point he had tried to decorate, but it was pricey and honestly he had never felt like wasting his credits on this place. His species female’s were so few now that he knew he had no chance with one of them. Nor did he really want to have had a chance.

They were larger than him, than any of the males of their species really, and highly aggressive. It was why they were out, above ground, on the ruins of Earth helping the human military defend the underground cities that everyone just shortens to the term ground cities, not wanting to be reminded where they lived.

It was a quirk picked up from the humans, since his species was more than comfortable living below the surface. But the humans are who they all liked to follow along with in many of the trends. What with it being mainly the males of his species left, and almost all of them were enamored with the humans.

Slowly he got up and double checked his bag to make sure everything he was bringing with him was in there. Happy that he had everything he wanted to keep in the immediate month following today, he left his apartment with a grin.

Here and there he saw males with their children, and he hoped to be like them one day. Anya having children didn’t really matter to him, sure he hoped she would have them with him one day, but if they never had kids? Well he would just doubly spoil her. But still, a small male with tiny toes and her adorable rounded ears would be a delight. Or even a spitfire of a daughter with talons would be just as charming.

Though, honestly, if they ever did have kids before above ground was safe, he would probably prefer daughters. A daughter would be able to protect herself a lot easier than a son would, but he didn’t like the idea of her going to the front lines if that was the case. Regardless, he would ultimately be happy with however their life turned out, because he would have a loving mate to call his own, and he was sure they would be mates. Because he had never loved anyone like he already loved Anya.

Lost in thought he didn’t realize how fast he made it to customs, and once he did? The nerves set in, hard. While he was elated to finally cross over from his ground city to the one connecting both his and the human’s ground city together. He couldn’t help the way his heart began to beat, nor the way his palms began to sweat.

What if his height actually ended up bothering Anya afterall? He was used to the attraction standards being an almost 180 from what the humans had. What if she saw him and immediately thought having a taller mate was grotesque? While he looked similar enough to her species, as humans and lemurians were close enough genetically that they were practically cousins.

Plenty of hybrid children had already been born already from mating between the two species these past few years. Yet still he was a good foot taller than her at 7’1 and she being 5’6. He wasn’t used to that, and while he found the idea of a shorter mate charming - definitely all the easier to snuggle and love on - he also knew that human males didn’t normally have that sort of height advantage on their females either.

Pursing his lips he shook his head to try and clear his worries away. There was no use panicking over this, if she didn’t want someone taller she would have brought it up by now… he hoped at least. Then slowly, he made his way to customs.

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faegoddessog · 1 year ago

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Dripping in Leather

Part 1 of 2- “So, Leather eh?”

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Leather Fetish, Leather Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Light Restraints, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Anal play(unprotected- play safe ya'll!)

Summary: No, I hadn't told Austin about my little leather fantasy. I mean, I'd never really explored it myself. I wasn't sure how to bring it up, so I brought a little surprise to Mexico City, where I was meeting up with him. But when I met him on set and he had those tight leather pants on, it was all I could do to keep myself together until we got back to the hotel room. Holy Fuck it was hot! Now if I could just get him to dust off a certain iconic outfit for me....

A/N: A big thank you to @richardslady121 for this request and collab. It's been so much fun to research a bit of leather kink! I am trying out first person perspective here, so let me know what you think! I appreciate all kindly feedback. I hope all ya'll beautiful people enjoy it! Please message me if you'd like me to tag you on future work!

Part 1: "So, leather eh?"

The moment the gentleman at the airline counter offered me the complimentary first class upgrade, was, unbeknownst to me, the moment my life changed forever. When I sat down, all giddy to make the long flight from London home to LA in style and comfort, I didn’t know it would be next to Austin. Yup, Austin Butler.

That was over a year ago, before ELVIS! had premiered and I admit, I had no idea who he was. He was just an alarmingly handsome man with gorgeous manners and the kindest soul I had ever met. I remember how he held my hand as the turbulence was rough when we landed at LAX. We jokingly call it our twelve hour first date. Had I known the crazy whirlwind that was about to happen, I’m not sure I would have agreed when he asked me out for dinner. Do I regret it? Oh hell no. It’s been amazing, stressful and draining for us both, but amazing. HE is amazing.

That memory always runs through my mind anytime I am on an airplane. As this one touches down in Mexico City, I am both nervous, lonely and excited. Why? Well, my baby is doing a photo shoot here and I’m meeting him for a romantic weekend. Between work and award schedules, public appearances and our desire for privacy, it’s been a while since we’ve had time with one another that wasn’t loomed over by the paparazzi.

As a non-celebrity, the paps make me nervous. My success isn’t built on my face or my name or anything else connected to fame. You’d think they wouldn’t bother me because what the hell do I have to lose. Austin, that’s what. He is what I have to lose and I simply won’t allow it. The only saving grace is how tight lipped Austin is about his private life.

Relationships are hard enough when you are just a regular person, they are doubly hard when you add in dating Hollywood's latest flame. The thing is, at the moment, I’m not sure where our relationship is really. Award season has been so draining. So much time spent apart, it’s sucking the soul out of our sex life. We had talked a few days ago and decided to take a little time for each other. And no, sex isn’t the only thing in our relationship, but I’ll be damned if it’s not important.

…

I walk onto the set. I’m nervous, like I always am when I show up on a set. I never want to intrude or distract Austin, but watching him work is so fantastic.

I am directed by someone with a YSL badge down a hallway and into a big room. They all know who I am, even if they sometimes roll their eyes behind my back. Props and boxes and the random flotsam that goes with the photo industry is piled up along the walls. There are black backdrop curtains hung up to form what I assume is a giant photo space.

I turn the corner around the end of the curtain and there he is. Austin is standing, body facing me, arm stretched out to the side pulling back the fabric of the backdrop. It looks like one of those quiet moments he likes to take before he goes on, peeking onto the set like a spectator in his own crazy life.

His profile is beautiful, his neck so kissable. The long black coat obscures the fact that he has gotten really lean over the past few months, lean but still beautifully defined. The simple crisp white t shirt merely a nice contrast to the black. Then I see … oh fuck… he is in black leather pants. They hug his thighs as he takes a step and it leaves little to the imagination about which side he ‘dresses’ on. My breath comes out in a little “hoh” and a little shiver goes up my spine. His head turns towards the sound and his face lights up. That beautiful smile is directed at me and suddenly I am engulfed in a bear hug. “Oh baby, I missed you,” his voice so sincere, is buried in my neck.

“Me too, babe” my voice is muffled by his coat. I can smell the new fragrance on him that he is here to shoot for, at least that is what I assume it is, plus just Austin, clean gorgeous Austin. Then something new tickles my nose and I catch a whiff of the warm leather… oh lord.

My head tilts up and the press of his lips sparks a tightness in my belly. My hands can’t help but slide over the smooth roundness of his ass under that long gorgeous coat. The leather of his pants stretches just perfectly over him and feels so soft against my hand. I let out a little groan that is just for him. I feel his hips press forward into mine just a little. I know that I am not going to be able to stay quiet for long pressed up against him like this.

He breaks the relatively chaste kiss and hugs me close.

“‘m working, lil’ darlin’,” his Elvis voice quiet in my ear, lordy he knows how much it turns me on, ”and these here pants aren’t exactly roomy, but I’ll bring ‘em with after, ifnya wan’.”

A quiet moan shakes my throat. I pull away to look him in the face, no trace of the southern sex god, just a sweet smile. God he is good.

I just nod, and smile, knowing my voice will betray me. My legs feel wobbly and the thought of that leather just sets my blood on fire.

I watch him quietly from the corner, my panties getting wetter with each new turn of his face, each new smolder he produces. Then my heart melts as he suddenly breaks character and laughs his adorable shy laugh. There is no doubt in my mind that I am the luckiest girl in the whole world.

As the afternoon shoot progressed I found myself hornier and hotter than I had ever thought possible. It's Austin, of course, and it's the fucking leather.

They had let him keep the pants as well as the black lace tank and see-through shirt he had on at the end. The designer shot a slight glance towards the door where I was leaning, before nodding at Austin with a knowing smile. We left with me wondering how long I could keep my hands off him.

During dinner I was barely able to eat. I was so distracted by the leather and the lace shirt. Austin, always the gentleman in public, pretended not to notice but would sneak in a ‘honey’ or ‘darlin’ with his Elvis-laced tongue just to see the effect it had on me. By the end of dinner, I am struggling to think straight and he knows it.

After what seems to me an eternity, the soft susurration from his leather pants drifts to my ears as he stands ready to head back to the hotel. I don’t give them any outward attention as we pass store fronts, but I am beyond excited. The restaurant we stopped at for dinner was only a few blocks from the hotel, so we decided to walk. Miraculously, there are no paps, no fans and it’s like we are just a couple out for a stroll. His thumb rubs my knuckles as we walk.

My mind keeps straying to the little surprise I have for Austin that is hanging on the back of the bathroom door in our suite. That he just happened to be wearing a matching outfit seemed the most delicious serendipity. We are hand in hand, walking down the street, my mind totally captivated by the hot man beside me. This weekend is all about rekindling and what better way to do it than with sexy, leather-clad Austin/Elvis. After all, the ‘68 comeback special was my favourite of all Austin’s Elvis scenes. I briefly wonder if he even knows.

Back in our room. I excuse myself to the bathroom, asking Austin to make a drink, bartender’s choice. Quickly I strip down and make sure all my bits and parts are clean and fresh. I don’t know if either of us will be in the mood for ass play, but I like to be ready. I buckle and zip and wiggle into my little surprise. I run a brush through my hair, then take a moment to really look at my reflection.

My curves are a sight to behold, the buckles across my front almost intimidating. My ample cleavage spilling out. I had refused to give in to the social media pressure about my figure. I am curvy, I am healthy and I love myself. What’s more, Austin loves my figure and the fact that I know myself.

“Remember, your confidence is the sexiest thing about you,” he had whispered into my ear just before our first public red carpet appearance. Those words echo in my ears as I look at my sexy self.

I step from the bathroom to find Austin sitting on the low-slung designer couch in our suite. He is leaning back, manspreading in the most beautiful way. His hands are full of drinks, one for each of us. His eyes are closed, his head back, having just taken a sip of the pina colada in his hand. He takes a big breath and just lets himself relax. I take a moment to appreciate again just how gorgeous this man is and just how lucky I am that he is mine. I step to him, taking my drink from his hand. He pats the couch next to him without opening his eyes. I sip through the straw, watching him. When I don’t sit, he cracks one eye, then they both go wide in surprise.

“Fuck," he breathes.

He drinks me in, from the bonings, busk, and buckles that cross my torso, to the globes of my breasts barely contained by the taut black leather. He follows my curves over the tight leather mini that I ‘could’ wear out in public, if I never walked, sat or, heaven forbid, tried to bend over. Then his eyes travel down my legs to the crisscrossed barefoot ties around my calves. I don’t think heels are good for real sex play. We are all the same height lying down anyway. This is an outfit meant to be alluring, it is meant to portray an element of deviance. This is an outfit to be fucked in.

He sits up a little, puts his drink aside and attempts to adjust himself, pulling at the material at his inner thigh.

“Why, hello there lil’ leather Mama,” he drawls, “you goin’ my way?” His Elvis voice gives me tiny shivers and I giggle just a little, the straw in my mouth.

He scoots to the edge of the couch. His hand reaches out to slide over the swell of my hip and around the dip of my waist. He pulls me to him.

“You had to have planned this. Did you know I was wearing leather today too, babe?” he asks.

“No, I just…. wanted to do something a little different, see if it sparked you.” I set my drink next to his.

“Oh, you can consider me sparked, sweetheart.” His fingers tracing the boning of the corset then behind me over the soft surface of my ass, “though ‘on fire’ is more like it.”

He puts his arms around my middle hugging me tight.

“Fuck I’ve missed you, missed this with you,” his blue eyes gaze up from my middle. I rake my fingers through his hair. He practically purrs.

“Me too, baby,” I lean down and plant a kiss on him.

“Mmm, bold yet sultry. You gon’ be all mine t’night? Do whatevah I want? Be completely at my mercy?” he asks me with that fucking voice. He knows I’ll do anything for Elvis. It’s his secret weapon with me.

“MmmHmmm,” I practically whine.

“How long since you’ve cum, mama?” it floats from his lips so easily, just as his fingers float down the backs of my thighs, making me shiver.

“A couple days,” I shrug, noncommittally. It’s not like we ever talked about abstaining.

“Oh you didn’t save all that up for me? Tch tch tch,” his tongue clicks. Now that he’s found something to pivot on, he slips further into a little roleplay. ”What a naughty girl. Well I saved up for you lil’ mama. So yer in for a ride, especially lookin’ like that. In fact,” he reaches behind the couch to the table there, ”I’ve got a little surprise of my own,’ he pulls out leather cuffs that buckle, they are connected by a chain maybe two feet in length. “Apparently we have been on the same wavelength. I wanted to spice things up too. And I think you could use a little… lesson in restraint.”

Holy. Shit. My brain starts spinning in a freefall. How is it that, even though I am currently towering over him, wearing an entire outfit of domineering leather, Austin still commands me, still makes me weak in the knees.

The cold chain brushes my bare leg as I hold my wrists out for him. As he does up the buckles, my pussy clenches. It’s only now that I notice there are extra straps. He removes them from the chain and taps my legs apart and wraps one, then the other around my upper thighs.

“I think these are just the accessories this outfit needed,” he smiles up at me.

My heart rate starts to speed up. I have always loved the intriguing dominance that leather imparts, however I never really told anyone my secret fantasy. Not even Austin. Honestly at what point in a new relationship do you bring up your possible kinks? I had hoped, in bringing this outfit, it might open a door to talk about it. But to have him meet me on the threshold with his own leather? Damn.

“Oh that is fucking hot,” he says leaning back to look me up and down, biting his lip. “Pull up your skirt a little, I want to see you.”

I bunch up the hem with my fingers. I can tell I’m leaking, wetness cool on my inner thigh.

“Dirty little Princess,” he says reprovingly, one finger running gently along the seam of my lips, ”are you already wet for me?” he pulls a long line of wetness away with this finger. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucks my juices off with a guttural ‘mmmmm’.

He guides me back as he stands. His hands come to my face, so tender, as he presses his lips to mine. I taste a hint of my own saltiness as his tongue plays on my own. My hands, still connected by a chain, run as best they can over his muscular thighs, over that hot fucking leather. A groan shudders, unbidden from my throat.

“You like these do you?” he asks.

“Uh huh, and you in them,” I nod, biting my lip.

“You want to touch?” He turns around, offering himself to my bound hands.

My god, the leather is buttery soft over his exquisite ass. He clenches a little and my palms slide into the hollow made by his glutes.

“Oh my god you are so fucking fine,” I murmur. He looks over his shoulder with a little smirk. He is fully aware of his effect on me, if not the whole fucking world. I continue to roam over his ass and down his legs. In the outlining of every muscle, my breath betrays me. How did I get this lucky?

He turns around to face me. My hand and eyes instinctively go to the tight fucking bulge on his right side crotch. I wonder if it’s hurting him, being so turned on. He tilts my head up with one finger on my chin. I look up at him, hoping he’ll kiss me again. His sexy downward gaze freezes me.

“Unbutton ‘em,” he says, his voice husky.

A little whimper escapes me before I can stop it. My hands are eager to comply, but they shake with anticipation. The cold metal of the chain dangles against my bare thighs. Austin’s fingertips are tracing curlicues on the mounds of my breasts as I undo his fly button, by button, by button. The leather appears to split open as I unfasten it and he seems to grow in size. He sighs in relief as he spills out. His black underwear resemble a massive codpiece sticking out from the tightness of the leather.

My mouth goes dry as the air seems to catch in my throat. My hips are pulsing in the air. Just the outline of his stiffness makes me want him inside me.

“Please let me,” I am unable to finish the sentence because I don’t even know what I want him to let me do, I just want… him.

Deciding what it is that I want, he nods, licking, then trapping, his bottom lip in his teeth. He tosses a pillow onto the floor.

“Get on your knees, my dirty girl,” his eyes flash with passion.

‘Oh fuck, okay,’ I think as I sink to my knees. His outer shirt flutters to the floor. The lace tank top hinting at his abs beneath. Oh god, I have no other words or thoughts, just thirst beyond belief.

He pulls the waistband out and down, reaching in and pulling out his gorgeous cock and balls. Some might say “it’s big”. I just think it’s fucking in perfect proportion with this limbs. He is long, long enough to fuck me from behind, despite my round ass, and just thick enough to make me feel stretched but not hurt. Austin’s cock was made to fuck me and I want it.

His inhale is slightly more pronounced as I run my hands up his thighs, the material like second skin now, warm and supple under my fingers.

Framed in black, his cockstand is beckoning, bouncing just a little in front of my face. I lean in, rubbing my cheek along his soft length like a cat marking something with its scent. His low moan rumbles in my ears. It really has been a while for him, if he is already moaning.

The earthy smell of the real leather mixes with the pure scent of Austin and fills my nostrils as I press my nose into the leather at his hip. I inhale again, deeply, slowly; reveling in how good he smells. My outbreath a hot and low ‘oh’ against his thigh. I can’t help but draw a wide wet tongue along the surface, just below the crease of his upper thigh. As the tip of my tongue curls off the leather, I open my eyes to look up at him. His beautiful lips are parted, his breathing shallow and his eyebrows are ever so slightly pulled together. He is a feast for the senses.

Fuck me running, he is so damn gorgeous.

I know how much he loves the sight of me on my knees in front of him and he knows just how much I love his cock in my mouth. Holding him gingerly with one hand, I turn my head and work my lips up the side of his cock. I love how soft the skin is just before I make him wet.

A clear drop of salty dew is perched at his tip. He knows this is one of my favorite moments and lets me play. I nestle my legs under me, almost as if my tail is wagging. I hold him gently with both my hands, the chain clinking against my belly. The tip of my tongue darts out to touch the tiny globe of precum. I pull it back into my mouth with a string of moisture. My eyes close for a moment. I rub it against the roof of my mouth, letting it coat my tongue as I moan. I lap at the hole in his tip slowly and with tiny kitten licks, coaxing out as much fluid as I can. I can feel my pussy pulsing. I can hear his shaky breath above me.

“Fucking hell,” his fingers comb through my hair, “how do you make even the tiniest movement so fucking hot?”

I know exactly what he wants my mouth to do and what he wants to do to my mouth.

I smile around his tip and pull saliva to the tip of my tongue, making a show of spreading it over my lips. My lips glide over his head, spreading spit. Slowly I pull back with a dragging suction, kissing off his tip.

“Oh fuck” his hand fists and releases in my hair. He knows he has to wait just a little longer, has to let me play with his cock for a little, before I’ll be ready for what he wants.

I glide down again over his tip. My tongue licks his underside, dragging him deeper and deeper. Just before he hits my soft palate, I suction back off of him. I moan, I love the feel of him on my tongue, against the underside of my lips.

“Oh fuuu,” he moans, ”I forgot how good…Ohhhhh!”

He can’t finish his thought because I’m diving down his cock, letting him slide along my soft palate and into the back of my throat. I gag just a little and pull back, leaving thick saliva in my wake. My hand wraps around his shaft in the viscous fluid. Then I start working him, sliding my hand along his shaft in time with my mouth. I push him to the back, fucking my throat on his tip before I gag again, pulling him out. I do this a few times more, really warming up my throat.

“I love that lil’ sound, baby,’ his hand tightens down in my hair, holding my head still, he wraps the chain once around his other hand. “M gonna fuck that talented mouth now. You ready?”

I just stick my tongue out, flicking in the air. I want him in me, anywhere in me.

“That’s my good girl, take it” he pushes in, my tongue doing summersaults against his hardness. He thrusts once, twice, three times against the middle of my tongue before pushing in even deeper. I feel my throat close around him, my breath stopped as he plugs my airway with his big cock. He fucks in and out, moaning. I gasp when he pulls out, my spit dripping from his tip. We are both panting slightly.

“If I do that again, I think I’m gonna cum down your throat.” he says letting my head go, “and I’m not nearly done with you tonight.”

I make a little pouty face. I know he can take more, even if it’s been a while. I also know, when he’s really excited, he can cum more than once, my sexy boy.

“What, you want more sweetheart?” he smiles down at me, he is so good at reading me. He brushes stray strands of hair from my face.

“You know how I like you in my mouth. You can handle it, just a little more, please?” I open my mouth wide and invitingly. I love edging him.

“You think so?” he re-grips my hair. Fuck, no one does it like him; tight, but not achingly so. I think it’s his long fingers and how he wraps them into the bulk of my hair.

He slides over my undulating tongue with a wicked smile on his face. He fucks my soft palate before he thrusts deep. I gag less this time. He pulls out slowly as I suck on him.

He moans.

Just before he’s all the way out, he rubs back and forth against my tongue. My hips move with a mind of their own, such is my oral fixation. He pulls out quickly, stopping himself from painting my tongue. He immediately bends down, eyes intense, to kiss my dirty mouth.

“Fuck you are so hot,” he says sitting back and pulling me to straddle him on the couch. His sexy leather clad legs rubbing soft against my inner thighs.

My pussy is throbbing with want, with need.

“Please fuck me,” I beg, grabbing for his cock to guide him into me.

“Oh no you don’t,” he pulls my hands away with the chain still wrapped around his fist. “You have to wait darlin’.” He smiles, Elvis-like as he pulls my hands down to my thighs. Opening the clasps on the straps, he clicks the cuffs to my thighs. “I’m gonna play a little with you.”

He rubs his hand back and forth along my wet pussy, applying circular pressure with a flat hand over my pubis, teasing around my clit.

“Austin… fuck.” my face scrunches in pleasure as I grind a little onto his hand.

“Hmmm you were naughty weren’t you, fucking yourself without me there to watch,” he reminds me of my supposed ‘transgression’.

“I didn’t know you wanted to watch,” my eyebrow lifts, challenging him a bit.

“Tell me what you did,” he asks, like a priest at confession. “And don’t lie, I’ll know.” He will too, I’m a terrible liar.

“Oh,” he’s never asked me this before, what I do when he’s not there, ”you really want to know?” I say dropping the ‘naughty’ facade. My hips stop. I can feel the heat rising in my face.

He licks his lip and nods, “I do, don’t be embarrassed, babe, I think it’s hot.”

I press my lips together, trying to decide if I should tell him my guilty pleasure, I don’t want to make him feel weird. He just waits.

“I umm, well, I missed you. So I, uh, have a playlist of my favorite scenes... of you...,” I bite my upper lip.

He raises an eyebrow and corner of his lip lifts.

“And I …fantasize about you coming home from set and fucking me after each shoot. The pink and black suit, the blue lace shirt, the first white jumpsuit, the black leather. Oh my god, that leather does it every time.” I breathe out the last like a prayer as my eyes flutter closed.

“Oh yeah?” he smiles, “I like that. What did you do to yourself to get off?”

Good lord, just thinking about him being ok with this lubes me up. My hips begin moving back and forth against his hand again.

“I-um,” I’m feeling bolder now, “I put in my butt plug while using my vibrator on my clit.”

“The butt plug huh?” his eyebrows shoot up, a little shocked. He only thought I used that when he was about to fuck my ass.

I bite my lower lip and nod. Hoping he did not think this was too weird.

His eyes look down and to the right, like he is rolling the thought over in his mind.

“Well now," he brings his gaze back to mine, "in light of that new and intriguing information, I think I know what your punishment is gonna be,” the smile on his lips is full of devilry. “You want me to slide this hard cock into that beautiful pussy, yes?” he pushes his hips into mine.

“Oh, Yes, please,” I breathe out, grinding down on his shaft.

“Would that make you cum, baby?” he asks unnecessarily. He knows his cock is like magic for me. No one else I’ve ever been with has always hit me just right to make me come undone so thoroughly. Like I said, he was made to fuck me.

I nod again, my poor lower lip.

The chuckle that emanates from his chest combined with the look in his eye makes me shiver.

“Ok, you don’t get to cum until after I do.”

This is unusual. Austin is adamant about making me cum first, second and sometimes third before he’ll let loose. Sometimes it’s a fucking marathon, literally.

He grabs the lube, dripping it onto his cock. Is he gonna jerk off right here with me in his lap? I’ve never watched him pleasure himself. I’m not sure how I feel about that, until I see him spreading the clear liquid over his shaft. Oh holy fuck is he hot. I mean really, is there anything he does that isn’t hot AF.

“Is everything back here,” he rubs a big circle around my ass with one hand, “all clean and ready for me?”

“Oh yes,” he knows how particular I am about sex hygiene.

“Good, lift up, baby,” he taps my leg.

I rise up, he pulls me closer to him. Is he gonna fuck me afterall?

Then he guides his lubed cock up the back of my skirt and along my ass crack. The tight leather is smooth on his cock and holds him against me. Then, biting his lip, he starts moving.

My eyes go wide as his cock spears between my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. His head just teases my rosette.

My fingers stretch toward my pussy, but just can’t reach, bound as they are to my thighs.

“Yeah, I like this. You can't touch yourself, you get to feel my cock against you but not enough to get you off,” he smiles at me, “oh yeah. It’s like fucking you but not.”

I let out a little whining moan. He feels good, but he’s right, not quite good enough.

The leather of my skirt groans softly as his tip presses against it on the end of his stroke.

His big hands grip my corseted waist, guiding me to move up and down. My breasts heaving in the leather corset.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he moans. I do my best to move without him falling out.

I don’t know if it’s enough to make him cum. I arch my back and his head is rubbing against my asshole. I’m so fucking turned on. My pussy is literally dripping onto the lace tank. If I go down far enough I get a little sensation on my vulva from the slap against his washboard abs. Abs which he is conveniently flexing so I don't wind him as I bounce up and down on him.

He reaches around behind me and presses his hand to my crack, pushing his cock harder against me.

We both groan. It feels delicious.

“Can you feel it baby?” I ask as I bounce hard.

He just nods, eyebrows furrowed together.

“Let me feel it, Austin, please?” I beg, clenching and unclenching my bound fists.

“No touching that pussy, now,” he says as he unclasps my hands and we both stop moving.

I reach back with one hand but the chain stops me. I raise both hands over my head and around my back.The chain is just long enough and I’m just flexible enough to get both hands back there, however my tits spill out over the top of my corset. I press both hands against the swell at the top of my crack and rub experimentally.

“Careful,” he moans. Apparently it is enough to make him cum.

I slide up and down, feeling the head of his cock against my palms as I do. It’s hotter than I would have thought. I move faster, pushing my hands into my ass and his dick against my asshole. Austin leans forward and starts feasting on my nipples, sucking them into his mouth hungrily. I pause for a second to readjust my footing.

“Fuck babe, I’m so close,” he moans, my nipple still in his mouth. He thinks I stopped on purpose to edge him.

“How close,” I smirk at him, leaning into the idea.

He just growls, grabs the chain on either side of my hips and pulls. The tension makes my palms push hard against my sacrum. He holds me there as he plunges himself fast and hard into my leather covered cleft. I love seeing him this worked up, so dire. He is infinitely hotter when he’s ramming home into me, even like this.

Fuck me, I’m so worked up. His restraint of me, the friction of his cock against my ass, the feeling of his plunging against my hands. Suddenly, I’m closer than I realized.

“Fuckin’ cum on my ass,” I urge him on.

He grunts and freezes, his teeth clenched. I feel a little warm wetness against my asshole. He takes deep breaths in and out.

“Yeah baby” I try to milk him up and down, but his hands are like iron on my hips.

He looks up at me intensely and shakes his head no as he inhales deeply.

I have no idea what he is doing.

He lets go of the chain and rips the skirt up around my waist then he reaches up over his shoulder and pulls the now wet tank top off over his head. His naked chest is peppered with little blonde hairs, the muscles rippling as he moves. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this man sets new heights of what it means to be objectively hot.

“Spread them cheeks. I want t’ finish in your ass,” and there is that subjective hotness, burning a fucking hole in my ear with that voice.

I reach back and check on the lube situation. Holy fuck, I realize that he just stopped mid orgasm so he could fuck my ass because there is definitely cum back there.

“That’s gonna make me cum baby,” I warn him.

“Uh huh,” he nods, leaning up to kiss me. His mouth is insistent in capturing mine.

A smile spreads across my lips as I guide his cock to my ass. He holds still, knowing it’s better if I do all the moving at first. What cum he let out is mixing with the lube. I relax my sphincter, going slow so that I can adjust without it hurting. I slide up and down a few times doing my own deep breathing and watching him concentrate on not moving. I know he wants to. I know he wants to rail into me, fill me with his cum. I want it too.

When I feel ready, I nod to him. A slow, deviant smile creeps along his lips as he grabs the chain again. Pulling it tight across my back, my hands trapped again. His hips thrust up as the chain pulls me down. Oh holy fuck he feels amazing.

“Oh hoh hoh” I exhale. My eyelids flutter as I pull in a shaky breath.

“Do you like that?” his nostrils flare.

“Oh god yes,” I moan out.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he thrusts slow, ”taking me so well in your sweet little ass.” He pulls away one hand to brush a wild shock of hair out of my face. I capture his first and middle fingers in my mouth, sucking on them. He mimics the thrusts of his cock on my tongue. My freed tits jiggling as he fucks my ass.

“Is it good? Are you gonna cum for me?” he whispers at me. Apparently abandoning the ‘you have to wait’ scenario.

I have no idea how he isn’t creaming my ass right now, he so fucking amazing.

“Or does this pussy need a lil’ something?” he pulls his fingers from my mouth and contorts his hand to slide two fingers into my pussy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” I moan. 'Good' isn’t a strong enough word to describe what he is doing to my body, to my soul.

“C’mon my good little cum slut,” his fingers are flexing back and forth in my pussy. God I love being his good little slut. “Cream those fingers baby,” he urges me.

My orgasm starts low in my belly winding a figure eight around his dick moving in my ass and his fingers dancing in my cunt. Then like a whirling zip toy it yanks free and I’m screaming, my limbs curling inward, my fingers clawing into my thighs. My insides are pulsing around him as he pulls out his fingers. He rubs my clit fast back and forth, making me buck and writhe on him, screaming gibberish.

He fucks my ass in earnest, racing to fill me up.

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah.” he chants in time with his thrusts, using the chain as leverage again, “so fucking hot when you cum.”

I am so far gone, all I can do is moan over and over on his lap. I fucking love it.

His voice rips from his throat in a growling scream as he pushes deep, his hips shaking from effort.

I feel him pulsing into me as his spine curls him forward with little jerking motions. His panting breath hot on my breasts. He flops back against the couch, gorgeous chest heaving in satisfaction. I wilt awkwardly forward, without the use of my hands, shaking and shivering.

“Oh my sweet baby” he pants. Quickly unhooking the chain from one wrist. I wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me sweetly, tenderly, his dick still pulsing in my ass.

“I got you, princess, I got you,” he intones in my ear while rubbing my back.

"That was... wow, so good Aus," I praise, once my breath is recovered, still leaning on his naked chest.

"Heh heh, agreed," he chuckles. "So, leather, eh?" he says with an audible smirk.

I sit back to look him. He levels that sexy fucking gaze at me.

"Uh, well I was kinda...." I shrug, completely distracted by him, "but now... on you? Oh yeah, oh hell yeah." I involuntarily clench down on him.

He pulls me toward him into a passionate kiss. Once isn't going to be enough... with him I could never get enough.

Needless to say, it was a glorious fucking weekend. We even got to see a little of Mexico City.

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