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Some Random WIP from the Raised By Dorceans AU ft. Small Eva Learning Alien Cuss Words:
(Warning: very rough and implied threats of child abuse)
Some context: They called her Beeboo for awhile because that's all they were able to make out of her language; they didn't realize she was talking about the doll, asking them about it, and if they knew what it was or wanted to play. They thought it was her name.
The girl squinted up at them. Slowly, she lifted a little hand, pointing at Besteel.
â...Ba. Steel.â She said. âBesteel.â
Both brothers paused. Besteel's head whipped in her direction, his eyes wide.
â...Did it just say what I think it said?â He asked.
Redimus nodded, his mouth agape. With some effort he closed it. âI...I think she did.â
She then turned her focus and her finger on Redimus. Her little face was scrunched up in concentration, her lips puckered with effort as she tried to think. Finally she spoke again.
âMem-mim-mus,â She said resolutely.
Besteel laughed. âIâm guessing your name doesnât roll off its tongue as well.â
âMore syllables, and rougher,â Redimus agreed. He knelt down, examining the little creature more closely. As always, he saw a bright intelligence in her green eyes. He wondered how his brother couldnât see it.
âDo you know what this means?â He said. Besteel scoffed.
âDonât start trying to tell me its intelligent,â he said disdainfully, âitâs just repeating whatever it hears. Watch,â and he bent down to the little girlâs level. He tapped her on the head.
âSay âsheesaâ.â He said.
Beeboo giggled. âSheesa!â
Besteel smirked at his brother. âSee?â
He turned back to the girl and pointed at Redimus. âAnd this one is âstupid fat fraazaâ. Say that.â
She pointed at Besteel. âBesteel! Sheesa Besteel!â
Besteel's jaw clenched, and he whipped his head towards Beebo, glaring and bristling.
âThatâs what you get,â Redimus chuckled, âteaching her foul language.â
Beeboo giggled again. âFraaza Besteel sheesa! Sheesa! Besteel!â
Besteel growled and turned sharply away. âMake it shut up,â he snapped at his brother, before storming off towards his glider. As usual, that was his signal that he had completely lost interest in the human, and would leave Redimus to deal with the mess he made- until she became entertainment again, at least.
Redimus sighed and looked down at her. âHow do we convince him, Beeboo?â
âMemimus!â She said, reaching for him. Redimus folded her arms back down with one pair of talons. Then he smiled and pointed at himself.
âNo, no: Re-di-mus. Redimus.â
She squinted. âMehâŠMehâŠâ
He shook his head. He pointed at himself again. âRed. Red. Red. I. Mus. Redimus.â
Beeboo nodded. She pointed at him. âRrrrâŠRed..RrreddieâŠReddie-mus!â
Redimus chuckled. âClose enough. And you.â He pointed at her. âBeeboo.â
She shook her head, pouting. She pointed at herself, stomping her little feet. âEv-a. Ev-a. Nine. Niiiiine. Nine. No Beeboo.â
âEva Nine? Not Beeboo?â
âEva Nine.â She said again. She shook her head. âNo Beeboo.â
Redimus chuckled again and held up a pair of hands. âAlright, alright. Just Eva Nine. Let's try again.â
He gently placed a claw on her head. âEva Nine.â
He pointed at himself with another. âRedimus.â He then pointed to Besteel, messing with his glider. âBesteel.â
Eva pointed at them each in turn, as Redimus had done. âReddie-mus. Besteel.â
Then she pointed at herself. âEva.â
Redimus nodded. âVery good, Eva. Now let's get you back in your cage, before Sheesa Besteel does something awful to you.â
#wondla#raised by dorceans au#as always open to critique#eva nine#redimus#besteel#wips#finally had a tad of inspo
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2 cocky!
getoxreaderxgojo!
you recently fucked your roommateâs best friend behind his back. you think heâs going to hate you, but the two of them are actually excited to finally have you at the center of their web.
CONTENT: gojo x geto, gojo x reader, geto x reader, switch!geto, switch!reader, top!gojo, sex under the influence, bondage, tad of cuckolding, overstimulation, unprotected, creampie, afab!reader, vaginal and anal WHOOPS, kinda dacryphilia
word count. đ«Ł idk i wrote it in a moment of being feral.
lowercase intended - just trying it to see how i feel about the aesthetic.
⯠song inspo: best friend ft. trey songz
âyou should see her tears, satoru,â suguru grunts from above, his long cock burying itself in your stomach with each stroke, his balls clapping into your ass.
âbet she looks sâpretty cryinâ for us,â satoru grunts from below, mercilessly pounding into your other hole, his grip on the pretty ropes digging into your skin growing harsher with each pump.
now⊠how did you end up here? letâs roll the tape.
your back falls against the cushiony plush blanket of the hotel bed. thick hands hold you by the waist, nails locked in to prevent you from squirming away.
your lips are quickly attached to your roommateâs again, desperate and impatient. that wedding reception had lasted an eternity.
âf-fuck, suguru,â you chime out, parting your legs to allow him to glide between them. youâre so drunk, your party dress hiked up your sides, and your hair has fallen from its dainty clips and ribbons.
âneed your dress off,â suguru responds with a coo, releasing your hips and finding the hem of the silky material. âbut it looks too expensive to rip off of you the way i really want to.â
âwho cares about taking it off,â you gasp, back flying off of the bed.
suguru grins, you donât have to tell him twice.
youâd barely made it home from the wedding, where youâd been a bridesmaid, and he a groomsman. youâd been staring at suguru in his delicious little suit all night from across the stage where the bride and groom had gotten married, cunt in overdrive.
youâd started downing liquor to distract yourself, but every shot made the room a little more fuzzy around the edges, while sharpening suguru, as you zeroed in on him and the fat bulge thatâd appeared in his suit pants.
by the time the two of you had made it back to the hotel, you were like rabid animals, clawing at each other in the elevator, leaving rough kisses on each otherâs neck.
you grip him by his tie and pull it loose, beginning to unbutton his messy white shirt.
âoh, canât believe i made it through that dreadfully long reception,â he grunts, hovering over you with his lips parted as he watches you work down his buttons. âwanted you bent over the dinner table.â
âwe couldâve arranged that,â you coo, sitting up as suguru backs off of the bed and stands straight on the floor.
your hands have successfully finished popping his buttons but now theyâre focused on his belt.
he shrugs off his blazer and discards it to a random corner of the room, looking down at you as you slide the leather garment out of his belt loops.
you feel a twinge of guilt, as this is the first time youâd been with suguru since youâd been filling yourself with his best friend, satoru. youâre thinking of your week long escapade with him now, cunt pulsing rapidly at the memory.
you hadnât meant for it to happen, honest. suguru had been out of town and satoru was checking on you - per suguruâs request. one movie night later and you were pouncing on his cock, telling him how scared the movie made you, how his fat dick made you feel better.
you knew you were grimey for it, that suguru would probably not speak to you for a while if he found out. but right now, he doesnât know, and heâs about to promptly fill you with dick.
âneed you so bad,â suguru whines. âbeen too long, baby.â
you let out a deep sigh and unbutton his pants before shoving them down carelessly. âlook at you, my needy little boy.â
suguru lets out a noise. âmhmmâŠâ
âsâokay, gonna take care of you i promise,â you whisper, running your hand along his clothed bulge. he jerks in place and stares down at you.
âdonât tease,â he pouts. âiâve already been waiting all night.â
you grin up at him, sliding your fingers down the side of his bulge, stroking him through his boxers. âbut baby boy, thatâs no fun.â
âhngh - i-iâll do whatever yâwant, please,â suguru begs, and you think it impossible to deny him when heâs so vulnerable like this.
âanything?â you question. âon your knees, sugu.â
suguru obeys immediately. you scoot your hips to the edge of the bed and spread your legs in front of him.
âyes baby,â he purrs, sliding his hands down the soft skin of your thighs before resting them right on your knees. âyou want my mouth?â
âmhmm,â you huff, reaching for the waistband of your panties, frantically getting them off. âdonât make me ask twice.â
the needy boy wants nothing more than to make you feel good. he leans forward, eyes dilated with lust as he stares at your cunt that is wet for both him and his friend, and he has no clue. you try to put the images of satoruâs head fallen back, his lips parted, and his dripping cock out of your mind.
you momentarily forget when suguruâs wet tongue lands on your clit, lathering it sloppily with spit as his lips purse and he sucks the nerve ending.
you writhe immediately, hands desperately clinging to his roots. his own fingers are threatening to break open the skin of your thighs as he devours you, making eye contact to confirm heâs doing a good job.
âo-oh, satoru,â you moan softly, but unfortunately not soft enough for suguru not to hear.
his mouth freezes immediately and you feel yourself tense above him.
he pulls his face from you, âwho?â
âwoah, that was weird,â you say, cracking a nervous laugh. âyour names are similiar, donât know how i made that mistake. iâm sorry-â
âyouâre sorry?â suguru releases your thighs and stands straight, his submission leaving the room, his anger clear on his face. âyou were thinking about him, werenât you? you donât just make that kind of slip up. you never have and weâve been doing this for a while, y/n.â
âsugu,â you chirp desperately, reaching out to him and feeling your stomach lurch when he recoils. ây-you know i didnât mean toâŠâ
he shakes his head. âsatoru, what do you think i ought to do to her now?â
you blink, unsure you heard him correctly. he glances towards the closed wooden closet with little ridges in it. ridges that would easily allow someone on the other side to look into the room.
you stare in horror as the door opens and satoru steps out of it, the bottom half of his outfit discarded, his hand sliding over his erect cock.
âmm, dunno, but i wanna hear her moan for me again,â he lets out a wet breath as he stares at you, sprawled over the bed with your panties off and legs parted.
âwhat is this?â you ask, voice quivering. âyou were watching us?â
âthatâs right,â satoru hums, still stroking himself. âsick, isnât it? but not any sicker than fucking two best friends, is it, y/n?â
you swallow thickly and stare between the two of them. you slowly close your legs and sit up. this has to be some kind of twisted fantasy, you think. the alcohol is clearly overcoming you.
âshe wants us both, look at her.â suguru licks his lips as he eyes you. the two of them stare like owls as you stand and walk over to them, dress falling to cover your bare lower half.
you blink between them both, and to your surprise they each take one hand and pull you closer to them. now youâre surrounded, nearly sandwiched as they close in on you.
âdidnât think weâd find out, hm?â satoru coos, his hand leaving his cock and coming to slide over your shoulder, inciting a shiver from you. âweâve all been hooking up with each other, youâre just the last one to know.â
your eyes widen. âyou twoâŠ?â
âright,â suguru says, each of his hands creeping around your waist and satoruâs. âso, now that the catâs out of the bag, donât yâwanna know what weâre like together?â
your pussy is throbbing. youâre trying to avoid staring directly at satoruâs cock, but the way itâs twitching wantingly has your mouth nearly watering - but youâre also missing suguruâs wet lips attached to your cunt. the thought of both togetherâŠ
âsheâs thinking about it,â satoru cocks his head to the side, leaning in to drag his lips over your ear and down your neck. âdonât yâwanna make us feel good, princess?â
you shudder under his touch. his hand has slyly started pulling on the strap of your dress, sliding it down your arm. suguruâs leaning in closer now too, his breath tickling your cheek, his fingers still entangled in your dress.
your eyes flutter closed, imagining yourself bent over between them, your cunt full of cock as well as your mouth. it nearly makes you whimper aloud.
instead of responding, you turn your head and connect your lips to suguruâs; bringing a hand down to satoruâs cock and yanking him by the length.
he moans against your neck before you feel him smile, followed by a deep chuckle in your ear.
âneed to hear you say it,â satoru says.
ây-yes,â you whisper desperately. âi wanna.â
âcanât wait to have you both screaming fâme,â satoru grits against your neck.
you and suguru both moan into each otherâs mouths, your hand pumping satoru, slicking your fist up with his ample amount of needy precum. heâs nipping your neck with his teeth, his hands greedily continuing to rip off your dress, material shredding and falling to the floor.
you part from suguru and stare at him as you pant, while satoru breaks away from you and then pushes you towards the bed.
you land on your back, now fully naked, and you bite your lip while staring up at the two of them expectantly. satoru stands between your legs, a hand coming up as he takes his long fingers between your folds.
he reaches for suguru, who comes to stand next to him. suguru reaches for satoruâs cock and satoru does the same. all the while they pump each other, satoruâs other hand is expertly flicking rhythmic circles over your aching clit in time.
you stare at the way satoru and suguru play with each other, feeling a bit out of your comfort zone and a bit ashamed, but so incredibly aroused when you remember that they both want to fuck you. you can hardly find time to focus on that when satoruâs destroying your nerve ending with his delicate rubs.
he stares down at you while his arms flex from pleasuring the both of you.
âall warmed up, baby?â he questions, noting how your knees are starting to wobble in the air.
you nod, but itâs a mistake. he removes his hands and walks to the other side of the hotel room, where thereâs a black bag on the floor.
you lay there, wantingly, and suguru comes to lean over you, planting a kiss on your forehead.
âyou look a little nervous,â he whispers, and your face starts to grow warm. âremember our safe words are red, yellow, and green. you know what each one stands for, right?â
you bite your lip, nodding in understanding.
âso if you start to change your mind,â suguru says assuringly, âyou say what?â
âred,â you answer.
âgood girl,â he winks at you, before standing back tall and turning to satoru, who has returned with skinny tan ropes dangling from his hands.
âhow do you feel about me binding your arms, princess?â satoru questions. âi know this is a lot to take in-â
âno!â you shriek, still so tipsy but now also cockdrunk and needy. ân-no, w-want you both. please. tie me up.â
satoru bites his lips and suguru steps out of the way. âsuch a good fucking girl, god. how did we manage to pick the perfect one, suguru?â
suguru hums in approval, his hands running wild over his own body as he watches satoru flip you over - roughly.
he pulls you into a standing position with your back against his chest, and suguru comes to be in front of you, where he grabs your red and pouty face while satoru is yanking your wrists behind your back.
âgonna look so pretty for us,â he coos, leaning forward to plant his slobbery lips on yours, and you take him into your mouth instantly - tongues dancing together so familiarly, all the while ropes begin to dig into your chest and stomach, as satoru expertly presses knots into your skin, your arms completely bound.
suguru keeps his mouth on yours, distracting you, nicking your bottom lip with his teeth and reverberating his moans down your throat.
and thatâs pretty much how you found yourself pressed between the two of them like the cream in an oreo.
but oh, the positions theyâd put you in before this.
you, on the edge of the bed, bent over while suguru holds onto your ropes like reigns on a horse. he fucks into your juicy cunt, awful wet noises filling the air with each pump of his desperate hips.
suguruâs moaning louder than anyone because, each time he pulls out of you, he takes more of satoruâs length. satoru stands stagnant while suguru fucks himself and fills you to your brim.
youâre bent over like a ragdoll, arms useless, drool pooling out of your swollen lips.
the next position had involved satoru getting his chance to slide into you. after quickly cleaning himself off, he was ready to fuck your poor cunt to the point of swelling. all the while, you lay with your head dangling off of the bed so that suguru can fuck your gummy throat.
his hands are on your chest, occasionally coming down to crack a hit across your poor nipples. if you were satoru, youâd be able to see the bulge filling your throat each time suguru thrusts into it. spit falls down your cheeks in a combination of your mascara stained tears, saliva bubbling around the base of suguruâs cock as you take every inch of him like a good girl.
meanwhile, satoruâs cock is stretching you much harder than suguruâs. suguru is longer, but satoru is girthier. his cock is pressing against your unfortunate elastic walls, forcing them to mold to the shape of his wet cock.
âoh, god, y/n,â satoru whimpers pathetically, âmissed your pretty pussy, missed how desperate she feels clenching around me.â
suguru moans from above, âmm, yâshould feel her throat. f-fuck.â
âlook at my babies,â satoru chimes. âmaking him feel so good, y/n.â
itâs all so much, but you want to please them, and they want the same for you. they occasionally pause to check in.
âhow yâfeel, baby?â suguru chirps, sliding his soaked cock from your mouth.
âso green,â you breathe, a harsh rasp in your voice from having your vocal cords obliterated.
âthink she needs a second,â satoru coos, pulling out of you as well, gripping you by your ropes to sit you up.
your cheeks are bright and warm, wet and stained, lips puffy and dripping saliva.
âso beautiful, so ruined,â satoru hums, reaching forward to wipe your cheeks as suguru pulls your hair out of your face, planting a kiss to your shoulder.
âi-i wanna make both of you cum,â you whine desperately. âw-want both loads inside of me.â
satoru cocks his head to the side. âinside of you? so filthy.â
âmm, that sounds nice,â suguru breathes into your neck. âour cocks rubbing together inside of âer till w-we cum.â
satoru nods greedily, stroking his cock with a tight fist as he stares down at the two of you.
so, now you lay on your back, satoru pinned underneath you. his cock has your tight ass feeling as though itâs going to light on fire, even though theyâd oiled you up and lathered it in lubricant. you shift brainlessly between the two of them as suguru fills you from the front, and the friction of their cocks on the thin skin between your two holes has you drunk and unable to speak.
you all look dreadful, all flustered and sweaty and needy. suguru has puffy red claw marks all over his chest and arms, satoruâs hair is destroyed. everyone ruined and desperate in their own way.
the warmth of being enclosed by suguru and satoru has you purring like a cat, toes pointed in the air, attempting to leave kisses all over suguruâs shoulder as he dips his head into your neck.
your arms are still bound and useless, but your nails dig into satoruâs sweaty abdomen and he hisses below you.
âmmh - oh shit,â satoru whines in your ear.
âs-so tight like always,â suguru growls.
you canât respond, throat swollen from being filled with cock but also your incessant wailing from the overwhelming amount of stuffing and pleasure.
âgonna stuff you so full of cum âtill youâre dripping out of both holes,â satoru threatens, digging his fingertips wherever he can find them. one hand raises and grips suguru by his hair and you watch as suguruâs eyes roll back in his head.
âi-iâm gonna⊠ngh,â suguru loses control first, his body spasms and his cockhead jerks against the roof of your sludgy canal as the spurts come quickly and hot.
his cum pours into you without regard for anything else, and all you can do is lay there with your lips parted and take every last drop.
satoru decides youâre going to be next. he reaches around and starts toying with your clit, two long fingers swiping over it without a routine, just mindlessly trying to pull your cum out of you.
suguruâs strokes have slowed but they havenât halted. he uses his sticky cum as more lubricant to fuck you through your high as you attempt to scream out, instead tears fill your eyes again and pour down your overstimulated cheeks.
âf-fuck!â each boy cries out, feeling you clench both holes around them, and this prompts satoru to fill you up a second time - thrusting harder as he makes sure you milk him of all heâs got.
âhah - mmh,â suguru whines from above you, pulling his strokes to a conclusion, his hands still desperately roaming your body as he twitches.
beneath you, satoru has dropped his hands against the mattress and closed his eyes, his heartbeat hammering into your back as you cockwarm him with your sore hole.
suguru pulls out and collapses next to you, and you roll off of satoru, whoâs hands come up and slowly start to unravel your bondage.
your head falls on suguruâs sweaty shoulder and you close your eyes, feeling lightheaded.
âweâre sick,â you mutter aloud, not knowing what else to say.
âderanged,â suguru agrees.
ânasty.â satoru grins from behind you, and you feel the tension release your limbs and you stretch your arms for the first time in several hours.
âaw, look at the pretty red rope marks,â satoru whispers, dragging his finger along the skin and making you jump with sensitivity. âyou did so good for us, honey.â
suguru nods and rotates his body to face you. his arm wraps around your hip and his palm rests on satoruâs.
ânext time, we should tie up satoru and make him watch,â suguru grins.
you nod, yawning from the relaxing feeling of satoruâs hands massaging the searing red marks out of your skin, rubbing down your spine, as you breathe into suguruâs warm chest.
you can stay like this forever, you think, but itâs wrong. if all that you can get from the pair of friends is good sex every now and again, though, youâre satisfied with that. it doesnât have to be anything more.
theyâre just too cocky!
A/N:
@musepondersthings making a post about this exact scenario as i was writing it and nearly about to delete it because i thought it was too much is really living in my head rent free đ
i⊠hope yall enjoyed, that is all i can say. im going to scrub my brain now. bye bye bye
~pennjammin
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader#jjk smut#gojo satoru#suguru geto smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo smut#geto x reader#geto smut
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paige bueckers x fem!reader
nsfw // car sex, exhibitionism, p calls the reader âmissâ a few times, dom!paige, sub!reader, thigh riding.
save a horse ride a cowgirl ;) happy halloween đ»
everybody say thank you @patscorner for the inspo!
Going out to a block party for Halloween was honestly not where you expected to be, but it was way more fun than expected.
They UConn girls had dragged you out, your girlfriend dropping a costume on your bed and telling you to get dressed. So you did both. Fitting on the frilly white dress and pink corset that made up your Bo Beep costume.
You and your closest friends had been there for some time, Paige and her teammates being late as per usual. But as soon as you saw her tall frame, teammates by her side, it didnât take much for you to walk up and drag her away from the other athletes.
It was cold in Connecticut this type of year, but you sucked it up just to get a look at your girlfriends face when she saw yoi with your hair done up and makeup done, the stockings on your legs and lace garters inching up your thighs.
âYou tryna kill me?â Paige asked, eyes taking in your body like you were a piece of meat.
âHi, Woody.â You teased, hooking your white staff around her arm as you take a step towards her.
Paigeâs jeans hung low, yellow and red flannel cut raggedly to show off her abdomen in true Paige fashion. She looked gorgeous. Blonde hair freshly touched up and flowing in the wind under her cowboy hat.
She reached to hold your waist, licking her lips. âYou gotta start trustinâ me more. This was a wonderful costume idea.â She says, tooting her own horn a tad too much.
âMaybe. You look sexy in this, cowgirl.â You tell her. âYou wanna come with me for a second?â You ask with a tilt of your head. When she looks in that direction to see your car parked a block away, Paige is instantly intrigued.
âYou promise to make it worth my while, miss?â Her voice is so sultry, pulling you into her as if she herself could intoxicate you.
The nod and bite of your bottom lip is all she needed to allow you to grab her hand, dragging her toward the secluded parking space where your Chevy sat soundly. She let out a low whistle as you walked, the fat of your ass peaking out from the bottom of your short dress.
By the time you reach the car, sheâs opening the backdoor, taking a seat with her legs still out of the car. Her body is bent over towards you, your legs looking absolutely magicals she just had to reach for them.
When Paige finally looks up at you, you get a glimpse of the toothpick just hanging from her lip.
âYouâre too into this costume, baby.â You giggle, taking a step towards her.
Your left leg fits snuggly between her legs, the other pressing perfectly against the side of her muscular thigh. She leans back ever so slightly when your hands meet her shoulders. Paigeâs head tilts back to look at you, biting her bottom lip as her hand trails to situate her comfortably on her thigh.
âYouâre not?â
âMmm, I didnât say that. Iâm very into this costume.â
Paige flicked the toothpick from between her lips, the small piece of wood biting the asphalt below. âYou know the saying? Save a horse, ride a cowboy, or whatever?â She asked.
âWhat about it?â Your eyes go low as you take her all in, the scent of her perfume combined with her utter sexiness was an unreal combination and you were just a girl.
She grabbed hold of your hips, then, changing her mind and reaching under your dress with her hand, the door of your car still opened.
Her fingertips met your core, wet and warm off of less than five minutes with her. Paige pulls the material to the side, tsk-ing at the material. Red and lacy, like you were planning on getting the blonde in your pants before you had put your costume on.
âThink you should show me how you ride me, miss.â
Your leg rests on the leather of your car seats, your white cowboy boots enough to make Paige fall out. Your other leg moves as well, just enough to force your knee onto Paigeâs core. Enough to make her body tremble, but not enough to do anything; you were a tease, sheâd make you pay for it at home later.
The blonde grabs onto your hips, pulling you down on her strong, jean clad muscle. You gasp, her jeans rough on your cunt.
Youâre giving her a show. The way your head tosses back makes her want to sink her teeth into your neck like a vampire. Claw you up and mark you like she was a werewolf. She wanted to fuck you till you were screaming and crying bloody murder, whether it was in the comfort of the bedroom or right here with your door wide open.
It felt good, too good. Your clit running back and forth, coupled with the way she gripped your hips until they bruised.
âHoly shit, Paige.â You whimper, you hung onto her shoulder with one hand while you gripped the top of the car with the other.
She lifted up the tail of your dress, holding the fabric up by your breasts. Your lower half is exposed and it makes you shiver. âYou like that, ma? Make that pussy feel so good, huh?â She questioned.
You nod, your breath reduced to choppy whimpers. The fact that anyone could see you was exhilarating, and Paige was only adding to it. Your hips move faster, chasing that high. Your speed pushes your knee into Paigeâs cunt repetitively, and sheâs groaning in your face, helping you get there.
âHaâyes. Fuck yes!â You should keep it down, be cautious of who could be looking over and watching you get off on your girlfriendâs thigh, but it just felt so good.
âYou leakinâ on my thigh, miss. Makinâ me so messy.â She looks down at the dark spot on her already dark wash jeans. âTurns you on, huh? You like beinâ a slut on my thigh, baby? In front of all these people?â
Each word gets you wetter until you canât even look in her direction anymore. Your neck drops into her neck, drool slipping past your lips and down till it hit her collarbone. Paige leaves your hip to grip your neck instead, a slight pressure that only increases until sheâs closing your lungs as if she wanted to kill you. It was hot. So unbelievably hot.
She reaches to take the hat off of her head, blonde hair now disheveled at her crown. Paige places it on yours, slightly lopsided as you rode her faster.
Her lips are pressed dangerously close to your ear as she chokes you within an inch of your life. âYâknow I could make you feel so much better than this? How good my tongue would feel.â
âIâgonnaâ fuck, baby.â
âCould strap you so damn good. Right here too. Show all these people how sexy you look when you cum. When you throw it back on me âtil this pussy is cryinâ for me.â
âPlease.â You beg for God knows what.
âCan I have it, ma?â Paige teases, sending a bite to your earlobe. âHave you make a mess on my shit. Please?â She asked.
âGonnaâ fuck, fuck, fuck, âm gonna cum!â You nod. Your hand falls from the car to the window next to you for stability. You ride Paigeâs thigh harder, grinding your clit against the material until it was sore. A gasp for air leaves your lips when she finally lets go of your neck and slaps your ass harshly.
When your orgasm hits, itâs like a giant tidal wave, nearly making you fall out of the car if it wasnât for Paige holding you and helping you though it. Your legs tremble against her before you fall back into her embrace, cursing up a storm.
Paige feels your arousal seep through until it hits her bare thigh. âI didnât know riding a cowgirl could make you cum like that.â She jokes, kissing your temple as you catch your breath.
âShhh. Donât make this weird.â
âIâm not! Youâre the one with the freaky ass role play kink, not me.â Paige pulled your dress back down, your panties over your cunt that was covered in your own cream. She was right, you were messy, and the spacious wet patch on her leg proved it.
âSorry âbout your jeans.â
âSâno problem, baby.â She shrugged, following that up by scooting her body further into the car and laying back against the seats. âWhile it dries you should show me what else you can ride.â Paige adjusts your body with hers, pulling you into the car and over her lap, waiting for you to finish and scoot onto her face.
âOh my God, let me shut the door.â
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ITâS NOT THAT COMPLICATED
ౚৠSummary: youâre Art and Patâs (mid)wife without the legal agreements. They both want to finally get you pregnant but who will be the one to shoot his shot first ? đ€
ౚৠ18 + | smut !, threesome, p in v (unprotected sex), heavy breeding kink, size kink, polyamorous relationship, domestic (mean-ish) reader, (mid 20âs) needy Art and Pat, angst, gayness, jealousy, religious themes here and there, inspo from Good Graces by Sabrina Carpenter đ©”
The entire house had been a complete and total mess.
You spent most of your weekdays like this â in your Skims sets, hair tied up in a neat ponytail only to end up in a messy bun by the time you were done cleaning up after the two boys who made up most of your life.
Unless theyâd been at tennis practice of course.
You never could have pictured your life turning into this in your wildest dreams, especially when youâd never been the kind of girl who was into dating of any sort at all. You hated it really. The chase, the frustration, the uncertainty. Since you were a little girl, all you knew was that you wanted to accomplish receiving the home of your dreams and a cute baby or two to keep your days a little less lonely. You couldnât fathom it was too much to ask for.
And even though you really didnât exclusively picture a man (or men) being apart of your future â early days at school, Art and Patrick would make it the competition of their lives to never leave you alone. Ever.
Since you all met your sophomore year of college, it was the two on their hands and knees at your feet. Both always striving for your attention, fancying you, stealing you away from your studies to try and make you settle for dating at least one of them â and to their surprise (or your luck) you never really did. So moving through your last years of class really pushed the three of you as close as a trio could get.
You didnât exactly put tittles on whatever you had been since it wasn't your style anyway, and throuple just seemed so indifferent. Youâd all been more than that. Art and Patrick were yours and you were theirs. Youâd draw hearts around your names in all your text books. Picturing yourself rocking cradles and being theirs forever. Youâd marry your boys if you could. It was a new upcoming part of your plan â but one worth diving into.
You really did adore them with every ounce of your being.
So eventually when they went pro and started competing full time, both Art and Patrickâs families supported your decision of getting a home together. A great chunk of what youâd always wanted finally coming to fruition. Which was why you didnât really mind staying back to do the important things around the home that was perfect in every way to you. It was a necessity when you lived with two six foot successful athletes muddying up the place without even noticing it. You would make dinner yourself on the week days and they always helped out on the weekends. You picked out and folded their sports wear every night for them just so it would make the morning even a tad bit easier. You loved it, and you loved them.
Even if the home was almost always in need of a little clean up with how busy your lives had ended up being, you couldnât say you didnât admire that it was constantly filled with the endearment you all shared together â so just after a few months of moving in, you finally thought it was the perfect time to let Art and Patrick give you a baby.
As excited as they were when you laid it all out on the table and theyâd been a hundred percent ready too, you hadnât properly thought out how combative your husbands got when it came down to it. The first week youâd given them the green light, it was non stop arguments and fighting between the two for who would be the first impregnate you. And although you gave them a deadline, wanting to be in your second trimester by the end of the year, they still hadnât come to a full agreement.
And you still werenât pregnant.
Itâs pushed you into having much more aggressive periods and definitely during ovulation. You wanted your baby right then. Right now. More than anything else in the world. It was why you made a promise to both Art and Patrick â so you didnât have to deal with running through men. Trying to find the perfect one to give you what you wanted even into your thirties. Thereâs two of them. Which means double the assurance that you should have been pregnant by now.
Youâd had a hamper between your hip and the washing machine as you were unloading the laundry you set earlier when you heard the front door being unlocked.
The foyer was filled with the loud conversation and laughter the boys brought home with them to greet you. â but youâd remembered that you just mopped the entire floor plan spotless. So you dropped the hamper instantly in a hurry,
âWait- - Wait ! Shoes. Mud room.â
As you scurried up to them, the blonde and brunette had paused in their tracks to face you. Seconds away from placing their worked equipment and tiresome shoes on the sparkling clean floors, just before they had registered it been freshly washed. Both men melt into apologies and âsorry babyâsâ roughly at the same time while you finally let yourself breathe again post saving the floors from a brutal de-makeover.
When you turned your back to grace the kitchen, taking out food and utensils to start on dinner it was of course moments till your husbands made their way to merrily greet you as they always did â unwashed and grinning like they didnât just see you that morning. Art had sure to respectfully take off his cap when he walked in, his damp blonde curls scattered everywhere. They looked heavenly with the sweat he had brought with him too, and Patrick, even sweatier, snaked around the corner of the counter to embrace you from behind without a care in the world to his abhorrent musk filling up your senses so quickly.
âHi, baby,â the brunette smirked down at your smaller figure from behind, he bent to press a kiss to your cheek whist grabbing your dainty waist in his own brawny hands.
âHowâs our girl ?â
Art began to smile from the other side of the counter in front of you. The blue hue of his eyes twinkled as he looked over your relaxed figure carrying on with what youâd been doing. âHow was your day, sweetness ?â
âI caught a movie.. then I came back and cleaned up around here.â You spoke so nonchalantly the boys had already caught on to the fact that you werenât your normal excited self who was over the moon to have them home. It was odd.
âSo, thatâs why you havenât started on dinner yet..â Patrick chuckled, still behind your shoulder as he peered down at you, and you only glanced up at him with a mainly forced but soft simper.
âOh, Iâm so glad you noticed.. because youâre finishing it.â You only tapped Patrickâs freckled nose with a smile was laced with hints of sarcasm too smoothly, and as you looked between the two, their own glad expressions started to slip away when they really noticed your demeanor was not having it. Youâd been pissed.
âSo.. youâre not-â
âNo. Do it yourselves,â you dried your hands on a cloth and shoved it off before removing yourself from Patrickâs embrace to exit the kitchen without a care. The boys watched your movements with frozen looks.
âI mean, we all should equally feel the current of not getting what weâve been waiting for, right?â
As you stopped yourself from walking away to face them again with a look on your face that was holding back a thousand words of real rage, with just a cover of curiosity to how they could be so oblivious to your own needs â Art observed you from over his shoulder with a furrowed brow that also tugged a frown on his expression before he spoke.
âBaby- -â
âNo. We had an agreement.â Your voice raised in pitch and you tried not to pout. Stand your ground. âI want a baby. And I still donât have a baby.. and itâs ridiculous b-because, itâs not that complicated. Theirs two of you for fucks sake!â
You were angry, and quite upset. And even though you were pmsing, that wasnât why. It was the exact problem.
Your emotions were at an all time high, and both men could have put that together at the way your voice shook, and nose had done that flair thing it did when you were at the peak of crying. Just on the verge of tears. But they had to know how you felt. And the way Art and Patrick observed you now, had affirmed they were taking in how it must all feel on your end.
âI thought we were in this together- guys. I-I thought we were ready to start a familyâŠâ your eyes switched between the two and their dejected faces before they both erupted into words of reassurance to decline to your state. Making their way over fast to where you stood, to be in the presence of their much shorter but adorned wife.
âWe are!â The brunette huffed out.
âWeâre a team.. thatâll never change, angel.â the blonde one spoke over the other, and you crossed your arms as you looked up at both your tall and handsomely gorgeous (but very stupid at times) boys.
âThen fix this.. Get it together among yourselves like grown men who actually want a baby. Because bickering about whoâs gonna get me pregnant first wonât get us anywhere.â
You breathed out deeply and searched their obedient assertion before Art and Patrick both nodded to each other in guilt of their actions. They knew how much you wanted this. And you confirmed you didnât necessarily have to stop at just one.. youâd wanted a little bunch really â so both of your boys would have created something with you.
Their strife for who got there the quickest though, had been totally picked up from ego.
âWeâll.. come to it settled by tomorrow. But really, cut the chase baby, Patrick is just in it for all the sex with you⊠so your answers right there.â Art commented as he only half joked at Patrickâs wit to selfishly get you laid back to back.
The brunette retreated with shoving the other man in his side. âFuck. Off. If I was in it for the breeding kink alone Iâd say that⊠probably- -â Patrick defended in all seriousness to his nonsensical answer, and they had both scoffed at each other â you rolled you eyes.
This had been the root of your tiredness.
Sometimes you didnât even know why you agreed to this. They could be such idiots. Lovable ones although. Enough that youâd let them be the fathers of your children evidently.
âJust⊠hurry up. Or I promise, I wonât let either of you touch me.â It was between you and god how true that statement actually was. But your eyes met their green to blue in all seriousness before you turned away again. âAnd wash yourselves before coming in my kitchen next time.â
It took every fiber of your being not to turn back and gently leave them with kisses after such a talk â but you had to show them you meant it. that you really werenât fucking around this time. Youâd definitely classify yourself as a much attentive wife. Always too nice to both of them, but theyâd known how fast you could switch up like that â being as sweet as an angel one moment then not giving a fuck the next.
And itâs what they deserve for not attending to your needs too. Although youâd all still been fairly young and they were used to just being careless boys, constantly fucking things up time to time. But now that youâd all spoken out on being ready to settle down, they had to show you they truly meant it. That they wanted this just as badly as you did.
So if locking yourself in your room without your husbands, dickless and babyless would do the trick, then so be it.
It was bound to pay off, because around two weeks later when you let the boys know you were ovulating. They wasted no time to be on you every second of every day.
Fucking was all youâd known this time around, day and night Art and Patrick would take turns filling you with as much of their seed as possible. Giving you the most otherworldly orgasms youâd probably ever experienced got you letting them fuck you in as many ways as they could fit in between the hours they didnât have tennis and could just be with you. There was something about you wanting them so badly to plant their own inside you, and something about them taking their greedy turns over you till the light of dawn made your sex drive triple itâs increase. The boys would end up arriving late to practice after making your body the judge of whoâd be the one to carry your first born.
It all came down to when Art had no rein to miss when his sponsors asked him to be of attendance to a leading event. â which also lead to you and Patrick staying the night indoors, alone, without your other counterpart.
âPlease ?â
âWe shouldnât, Patrick. Heâll be upset that he wasnât here, you know how Art gets.â
Patrick scoffed off your words as he fast walked (chased) after you into the bedroom, âpssh. He has a sponsorship. Heâll be fine⊠câmon baby, how am I supposed to make you a mommy if you donât let me try?â Patrick grinned as he sauntered closer to where you stood. That grin on his face that said heâd already been painfully hard, you knew like the back of your hand. When Patrick towered over you untamed and pressed a deep kiss to your jaw line, you met him where he took your hips with his selfish hands â just below him you let your half husband leave kisses down your neck with that damn luring smirk on his face, still.
You shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully at his acts to get you to let him fuck you without Art around like usual. You already knew the petty excuse youâd use to tell him you didnât go against the agreement you all kept. Only having intercourse when it was the three of you while trying to conceive, since youâd all be equal parents to the child.
Although, it was without a doubt that Patrick had a way with his undeniable charming nature, and it almost always paved the path to you just giving into the calculated man at some point.
He was pulling you on to his lap by the time you two reached the bed. His slightly calloused hands exploring, kneading your skin. Your breath hitched and Patrick let out a slow devious laugh as his grip on you wondered till it embraced your breasts and the man groped you with all pleasure. âThese are gonna be so full when you get pregnant, baby. I canât wait.â He had that cheeky grin as your eyes panned down at him from your position in his lap. You only let out a soft chuckle as you weâre totally more focused on when heâd get his pants off.
âI swear to god Patrick, Iâm not fucking around. You better put a baby in me or Iâll have Art do it.â Your voice was pungent but remained sweet overall. The brunette snickered as he kissed on your chest anyways,
âJust relax baby doll, let me take care of it. Trust me youâll be pushing a stroller before you even finish.â Patrick groaned into your skin. He continued pushing up your shirt and going straight to your nipples to place his lips with a soft curse while you put your hands in his hair just to watch the way he acted as if heâd been at starvation from you.
Deep down you knew for a fact Patrick had only been motivated to the whole baby making process for the kink of it all. The messy and wild sex constantly. Getting to cum in your pussy rein free as many times as he pleaded without a break, being the one to say youâd been carrying his child he planted inside of you. He was a thousand percent deep into a breeding kink since youâd all been in college. And no matter how much he tried to deny it these days, it didnât even amount to the way heâd boast about loving to just see the sight of you pregnant and fully round, struggling to do simple daily tasks as your bump grew and grew every day. Meanwhile, it being all caused by him. The fantasy stroked his ego in a way like no other. Heâd for sure end up being the type to tell friends the exact position youâd been in when he knocked you up. It was more of a contest of manly hood for the tennis player and you surely knew that.
On the other hand, Art had been dreaming of starting a family since practically a kid, heâd been proudest to say. He was in it not just for himself in a way that made him overwhelmingly happy to have a little one of his own to take care of, but for you. Making sweet love to you day and night, trying for the possibility of making a mini version of himself and you â just because he adores your personality and features so much that heâd want them in his own offspring. Art idolized the bond you two have that much. Always the one out of your husbandâs to be doing as much research as he could in his free time by reading up on what were the best chances of giving you a baby and making the experience the most pleasurable for you. What would be healthiest way for you to give birth, baby names, and when you previously found his YouTube search history had been filled with how to properly build a cradle, or how to swaddle a new born. It made your heart all warm and mushy feeling. Jumping around underneath your chest even.
It was the cherry on the top of your ideal life. And you knew the right way to go deep down.
But as Patrick lowered your hips against his, skin on skin, and heated kisses in the middle of your make-out session being the only thought to cloud your mind â youâd been blinded by the one sided-ness of the man and the opportunity to end all anticipation of getting pregnant as soon as possible.
âYeah, yeah- - just like that..â you panted as the brunette watched you while he was quick to lift himself and you to pull down his sweats and align himself with your entrance. Your hands had been wound to his shoulders while he reached for your ass in preparation of you taking his sized up cock like you owned it. And he lived for that. Patrick was dripping of pre-cum beneath you already. âPut it in.â You breathed out whist beginning to slide down his member as he pushed up into you. A low groan coming from the tease of a man, and the back of his head lost balance in your hands as you began to move on top of him.
âTake my cock baby⊠fuck, you feel good.â His low grunts and hands getting you to rock your hips faster was enough to get your skin feeling as if it been lit on fire. Your jaw agape enough to when Patrick put his lips on yours â youâd been met by his tongue on instant, sloppily kisses were laid in between your combatting lips. Patrick pulled a clean moan out of you as your legs begin to tremble at his penetration being rough to your walls on instant.
âMmm- Pat⊠oh,â youâd been riding him on the edge of the king sized bed. Bouncing like there was no tomorrow in such little time. Your drive has just been insane, you could fuck like you took meals. The feeling of the finely built man running against the cave of your sensitive cunt assured you, this was it. You were getting pregnant by the end of tonight. If it werenât for the astonishing thick walls, your moans could of filled every hallway of the house by now.
That was until the creek of the masters door had been a distracting note. And the blonde that appeared in it even more so.
When your movements froze and Patrickâs kisses to your neck loosened, the two of you were startled to see the sight of Art coming through that very doorway with a perplexed but not at all surprised look of predictability on his face.
Instead of pulling Patrick out of you to greet your other lover, the smile on your face only grew as you stared over at the less disheveled man placing his back pack on the floor.
âHi, baby.â You would of been questionably chipper to most, but for the three of you this was as normal as it gets.
âOh, donât let me stop you.â Art shrugged softly as his crystal blues examined the heat you and Patrick had created in the atmosphere.
âBut.. do you really want a brunette ? Wouldnât you prefer the baby be- - I donât know⊠A blonde ?â
âOh, fuck off, Art.â Patrick, who had still been inside you let himself fall back into the bedsheets with a groan. And you already knew the blonde had a grin of his own spreading across his lips. You closed your eyes with a deep exhale.
âGuys.. stop it.â you huffed as you pushed on the brunettes limp shoulder, with a soft eye roll that landed back on Art, your expression softened at the sight of your golden boy prancing closer to the two of you. Your smile appeared again. âCome join us baby.â
You knew Patrick would be annoyed and bitching over the fact he didnât get to cum inside you himself before Art had shown up. But it didnât matter so much to you when overall, you wanted Art to be as much involved as his own. Even if Patrick had been the one to shoot his shot first.
You slid off of Patrick to crawl closer and plant your lips on Artâs with a pleasant little noise of joy, which the blonde then sent his hands to hold your waist as he leaned into your affectionate greeting.
âHi.â He chuckled as he leaned away to meet your eyes. Like he wanted nothing. Needed nothing but you.
âHow did it go ?â
âGood- - it went good. Boring, really. But what Iâm more interested in is how many times you two fucked today..â Art raised a subtle brow as he glanced between you and the sexually frustrated man whoâd had his back turned away from you and Arts embrace at the moment.
If only hiding behind your flustered face was an option.
âYâknow.. youâre more than welcome to tune into the fifth round, Art.â Patrick spoke out to poke the other man again and before he could glance at you, his eyes widen with a plea of âreally ? Five ?â laced through it and you immediately shook your head.
âNo, no..â you held Artâs face in your hands, high cheek bones made it easy to acknowledge his pre-frown. Before he could assume more, your eyes search his while you kicked Patrickâs shoulders slightly. âHeâs being a dick. Thatâs not trueâŠâ
âLet him believe it, doll. Now, can we get back to it please ? We have a baby to make.â Patrickâs tone was smug and filled with the tension to just get to your wet enclosure, and before you could even shut him up again, Art did it for you.
âWell, for that to happen, you do know she has to be on her back right ? Or at least comfortable in some capacity..â Art questioned the man and Patrick scoffed at his remark.
âI knew that.â
âDid you ? You had her on top, I would of at least expected doggy style from you, man.â
âWhy does it fucking matter?!â
âBecause sheâs fertile right now!â
âArt, when the fuck did you become a baby daddy ? Please, explain. Because I could like to know-â
âMy god. Will you two just shut up and put a baby in me!â
Youâd gotten so fed up with the two bickering over nonsense, you stood to your knees between them on the bed as your frustration was shown through your expression that was slowly but surely going dull.
âHonestly, with all this tension, and arguments.. when even was the last time you fucked ?â
Your eyes switch between the two boys who choked on their own tongues when you brought up them being the ones in absence of fucking out their frustrations with one another. And you tried to hide your smirk as best as you could behind your doting eyes.
You wanted them to feel like theyâd been draining you by the second, like youâd leave and shut them out again if they didnât just handle you like real men.
âYou know what, thatâs it.â Art stood up from your side and glanced down at both you and Patrick whoâd been taken by surprise to his new found demeanor.
âYou wanna be a mommy ? Iâll make you a mommy.â
Art tugged on the bottom of his white tee, to remove it from his body swiftly â revealing his burly pecks and excellent abs that round a grin from you as easy as could be. He grabbed your wrists firm but with rooted gentleness as he took you aside. âPatrick. Make use of yourself and lay back so you can hold her reversed cowgirl.â Those last few words were more than enough to get the brunette on board as he himself stripped to then make his way neat against the pillows and covers. Art built brief lustful eye contact with you, leading you to straddle Patrickâs lap. The blonde couldnât stop himself from grinning, and you pulled your lip into your mouth as your patience began to burn quick and your need for both of the men started to rise with it.
Patrickâs hands were on your sides as he pulled you into him, leaning in close to your ear where you felt his soft lips meet your lobe, âI canât wait to have you full of both of us, princess.â His voice rasped at the perfect tone that had your spine increase with chills. His hands help adjust weâre your ass met his thighs. And thatâs when Art came hovering over the two of you â meeting you face to face with even more want than ever. Your lips press into one another divinely as you could of sucked his bottom lip into your own if he stayed there long enough.
You smile into the smooches anyways. Your light, your angel boy, gracious as ever, depressed his palm into the firm mattress beneath where you and Pat coexist, as he made himself comfortable on top. You kept kissing Art with deep hungry moans humming from your windpipe. A slow but fervent pace. Itâs like the man could sense your wetness before he even reached down between your thighs to part your legs. But when he did, with tenderness and urgency, he made them just wide enough for how he and Patrick would need you to be for them.
The blondeâs slender fingers rub around your core and he wet his digits with your slick before dipping them in your cunt leisurely, âPatrick did prep you good, but let me.. us, take care of things for once, alright ? You just focus on feeling good.â Art ducked his head to watch the way he added another finger to disappear inside you and your whine was soft. But your focus was on him. He looked overwhelming gorgeous on top of you â golden curly locks followed his every move. You felt more assured then ever by the way his sweet words made your tense muscles shift. Soon, Patrick to your left, left soft kisses on your shoulder blade which that just made you melt.
He stroked his erection before inching to slide himself back inside your soaked heat, and you closed your eyes with a sweet whimper leaving your plump lips at the way the brunette slid though your walls again â Artâs tongue darted out to watch the way you sunk down on Patrick before his eyes. Getting ready to penetrate you himself, âkeep holding her, Patrick. Make sure sheâs relaxed.â The man on top of you murmured with dilated pupils and mouth practically salivating just witnessing it second hand.
You bit down on your lip while Art put his cock above where Patrick had been, working himself against your already pulsing cunt, begging to be used by the two gorgeous boys. And before finally pushing into you along with the brunette, Art pushed you farther on to your back against Patrickâs broad chest.
âStay open for us like a good girl, weâre gonna make you a mommy for sure this time.â You heard Patrickâs voice come in with a grin, he held your thighs apart as Art bottomed out inside of you the same way Patrick had with an echoed grunt. The double penetration sent your mouth going agape straight away, your face scrunched up in pleasure and pain at the same time.
âoh- - oh, fuckâ your breathing hitched as the men just filled you with their length and girth. The farther they burrowed in you, the quicker you realized youâd probably never get used to the stretch of taking both of their dicks at once, nor would you tire of it either. But this was what you needed. Right this second, to be breed and stuffed with enough cum youâd have more than sufficient chances to have one of their babies make it to growing within you.
The blonde and brunette had started to move at a steady pace, then quicker as time followed. You sometimes felt as if your body was meant to take them like this â your moans and cries escalating could of confirmed that with how youâd been coating their cocks with more of your juices as they fucked into you. Both men making pornographic noises of their own while getting to submerge into your sweetness at the same time. The friction of feeling one another setting off a different kind of euphoria that had been truly in a league of its own.
From Patrick pushing his heels into the comforter to pound up into you, and Artâs hands going opaque with veins as he gripped on to the side of your hips to ass â to keep you open for him to have the best access to your womb, made your eyes go teary with the impact of it all. The way their balls carelessly slapped against your ass that would surely be darkened with a bruise tomorrow. Thrusting without mercy made you feel a heavenly kind of dizzy at this point.
Art couldnât help but grin at the bulge he and Patrick had been imprinting on your lower belly as you could only shriek and moan on their cocks in repetition like youâd been saying a prayer after every pound to your sensitive cunt.
âFuck- - god, princess. Youâre gonna make us daddies arenât you ? That tummy is gonna be full with us just like it is now, and youâll love it. I donât think youâll ever stop wanting to let us fill you with babies you can take care of.â Art had panted out into your ear with a airy chuckle and you were too fucked out to do anything but tremble more from his words, the brunette has been smirking in agreement.
âShit. Sheâs gonna be so pretty lookinâ, Art. Being at home with the kids, nurturing everything she touches like the sweet girl she is⊠just to get breed nice and round again and again, isnât that right, pretty girl?â
You were over the edge. Completely cock drunk and fucked stupid by your boys who held you together in the mess they made of you. Thatâs when you couldnât keep it back anymore. âOh- yes⊠god, yes. Fuck !â A high pitched whimpering moan ripped through you as you came hard, leaving Art and Patrickâs overly slick cocks with yours and their creamy details.
âOh, shit, shit !â The brunette cursed from over your shoulder.
âFuck- - Patrick.. you ready ?â Art huffed as he and your other husband didnât stop plunging into you. They took your overstimulated and overstuffed hole clenching them through your orgasm as the gateway to finally leave their seed to your bodyâs pride.
Taking their slowed thrusts back up a notch, the boys fuck into you till you cry and they both cum with a slew of groans and other curses like that. Your muscles couldnât hold up. You let yourself collapse against Patrickâs skin as the two pumped ropes into your pussy till theyâd been drained out.
Art snapped his eyes shut as he strained into you with a deep grunt. He palmed Patrickâs shoulder âdonât pull out- - donât move.. stay in. For as long as you can.â Patrick kept his hips flush against you. Your legs trembled and your chest heaved repeatedly, your cunt began to feel numb. You brought your swollen lip between your teeth.
âMmmh... Art- - I donât know how much longer I can hold up..â your wide tearful eyes met the blondeâs gaze as he leaned even closer to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers right then.
âI know, baby, I know.. but we have to make sure you have all the chances of getting pregnant.â The blonde kissed your knuckles as he stayed there with you â and Patrick did the same. Staying put and not letting up till they had been as sure as could be that you were having a child.
It brought a simper to your lips as your chest eased into a relaxed sigh. The two men finally pull out of you with low moans and you immediately sprawl on your back to smile to yourself on the bedsheets.
Youâd been pregnant. You just knew it. You felt it. When Art and Patrick came together to create something out of their love with, and for you â you knew your prominent instinct couldnât of let you down now. And only a single pregnancy test later, and a trip the three of you all took to your doctor. It had been confirmed. You were pregnant.
And to your pleasant surprise and overly joyous nature... Your first born would turn out to be a Donaldson.
#art donaldson#artrick smut#patrick zweig#art donaldson x female reader#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader#artrick x reader#artrick#patrick zweig smut#patrick zweig x reader#challengers#challengers fic#challengers x reader#challengers smut#x reader#petite!reader#breeding k1nk#short n sweet#sabrina carpenter#good graces#chlmtsdoll writes
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last night (blame it on the vodka)
They say drunk words are sober thoughts, so what are drunken confessions of love?
pairing: matthew tkachuk x reader
warnings: a pinch of angst, swearing, alcohol (and its after effects - aka a fat hangover and a twinge of regret)
word count: 3k
a/n: matthew tkachuk is a stanley cup champion!!!! you know i had to do it to ya. ps this idea was formed a million years ago (pre trade) therefore I have simply plucked Cowboys from downtown Calgary to downtown Miami deal with it. big ups to @wyattjohnston for the edit and for outsourcing my geography queries. title and inspo from the song by the same name by lucy spraggan. enjoy my loves and let me know what you think <3
Youâre never drinking again.Â
Itâs a mantra you repeat all morning, from the minute youâre dragged back into consciousness by the sound of construction down on the street, to when you finally pull from bed to dramatically slam the window shut, to the one-two-three-four times you end up with your knees on the bathroom mat and your head in the toilet.Â
Youâre far too old to be drinking like that on a nearly empty stomach, far too old to be drinking like that regardless. Okay, maybe thatâs a tad dramatic, being a mostly single twenty something year old in downtown Miami. Mostly single in that every time you drank, your painfully unrequited crush on probably the one guy in all of Florida you couldnât pull came out with a vengeance.Â
Looking at your phone and all the unread texts you groan, realizing that the little girl who used to write âMrs. Matty Tkachukâ in all of her diaries came out in full force last night.Â
Hyping yourself up, you type out and forward the message âWhat the hell did I do last night?â to everyone you remember being out with you. Everyone, that is, except Matty himself.Â
Brielle: Last night you told him you loved himÂ
Itâs not atypical for you to be out on a Friday night, a group of your closest girlfriends at your side. Neither is it uncommon for the night to begin with the three of you taking thirst traps for the âgram before taking shots as the Uber pulls up.Â
Cowboys is a favorite place, certainly not for the high class atmosphere or clienteleâof which youâll find neither. But who doesnât love to let loose in an environment where the city boys of Miami don Stetsons and large belt buckles? And okay, maybe youâre a bit of a gamblerâthough, with money or love as the currency depends on the night.Â
Tonight youâre pressing your luck, drinking enough to dull the edge and to keep you from overreacting to Mattâs response to the aforementioned Insta story. Itâs a simple message, a string of fire emojis, but youâd be lying if you said you didnât refresh the app until his username appeared as âSeenâ under the story.Â
You donât want to think it means anything when he shows up with a couple of his boys an hour into dancing with the girls. Cowboys is a popular place, evidenced by the crowded dance floor and the complete lack of personal space. So what Brielle was wearing a cowboy hat in one of the pictures and so what everyone and their mother knew this bar was your favorite place to spend Friday nights and so what youâd even tagged the place in a boomerang of your shot glasses five minutes after arriving.Â
It didnât mean anythingâdoesnât mean anything.Â
That thought doesnât stop you from abandoning your friends the second you see the all too familiar head of curls.
âHi Matty,â you greet, stumbling into him and sliding your hand around his waist. He feels solid beneath your fingertips, warm and secure and everything youâve ever wanted. His resulting grin could build and topple empires, you think.Â
But then reality all comes crashing down again as he slides his arm around your shoulders in turn, squeezing gently as he replies, âHey, Kid.â
Itâs the gentle reminder youâll never be anything more than the annoying girl next door who used to follow him and Brady around like they were the greatest thing in the world.Â
If he notices the way you deflate, he doesnât say a word, though his hand rubs comfortingly at your shoulder for a moment until you canât stand it anymore and go back to your friends and their sympathetic faces.Â
The thing about you when you drink is the filter comes off. Normally you play your cards close to your chest, making it very hard for others to know your emotions. But a little vodka and youâre suddenly ready to face your feelings head on.Â
It starts off innocently enough, an over exaggerated âI love you!â when he brings you a drink without you having to ask. But then Georgia is all but holding you down to prevent you from running after him and professing your love. She doesnât succeed, what with you running into his arms midway through the night anyway.Â
He has that same grin on his face as you tell him how much you love him, and though he doesnât mean it the way you do, he tells you that he loves you too just the same.Â
Though you havenât eaten in at least twelve hours, the thought of food makes your already upset stomach turn some more, and so you settle for making a cup of tea to get some fluids back in you.Â
Not quite ready to face the music in terms of what your alcohol fueled self did last night, you ignore the unread messages to flip through some Insta stories. Thereâs cute pics and videos of you and your girls, you screen shot your favorites and tap away until you pause on a boomerang of Georgia and Brielle. Itâs cute enough if you ignore the small stain by Briâs collar where sheâd lost some of the second tequila shot. Oh, and you looking up at Matthew with the most pathetic lovesick look on your face in the background.Â
It unsettles your stomach further, and so you abandon all plans of teaâturning off your kettle and grabbing the water bottle youâd prepped for yourself before you left last night and taking up residence on the couch.Â
Putting on a random movie from your childhood on Disney+, you lay back and cover yourself with your favorite quilt. Another wave of nausea washes over you, and so you prop yourself up with a few extra pillows and fall asleep sitting up.Â
It mustnât be more than half an hour of uninterrupted sleep before youâre pulled out of it by the incessant buzzing of your phone. Itâs a set of four pictures of you on Mattâs lap and another incriminating tidbit from the night before.Â
Georgia: Last night you told him you need him
âShut up Sammy,â you glare, angrily poking his chest with your index finger. Youâre grateful for the uncharacteristic change in nail shape at your last manicure, the stiletto tip serving as a makeshift weapon that actually makes him wince before laughing in your face.Â
Truthfully, youâre not sure how the night got to this pointâyou and your girls hanging around a table with Matty and his boys. Youâre not complaining though, not with how your bare legs pressed to Mattyâs jeans or how his arm rests above your shoulders, fingertips brushing your skin now and then.Â
Matt can spot a fight coming from a mile away, well versed in the language that is your rage from the countless years he was the source of it, pulling on your pigtails and breaking your barbies.Â
âThatâs not my name,â Sam rolls his eyes, rubbing his chest and stealing a swig of your beer. âLightweight.â
Heâs referring to your drunken state and the fact that Matt himself had to drag you to the table with the promise of a Bud Light if, and only if, you drank an entire glass of water. Narrowing your eyes, you begin to lunge at him again, stopped only by the force of Matt pulling you onto his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist, one hand resting on your stomach and the other on your bare knee.Â
The effects of being wrapped up in him are almost instantaneous. Your rage quickly simmers, your body relaxes and you all but sink into the embrace. You quiet then, content to let the rest of the table do the talking for the moment while you memorize the feel of his arms.Â
Itâs a nervous habit to fiddle with the small charm around your neck, something you do unconsciously, not even noticing until itâs somehow come undone in your grasp.Â
âMatty, I need you,â you whisper against the side of his face, watching his eyes darken and the way his Adamâs apple bobs as he swallows. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt with your fist coming at his face with your necklace clenched tightly within.Â
He visibly relaxes, motioning for you to lean forward and swiping your hair to the side.You grab the strands of your hair after he takes the necklace from you, shivering as his cold hands drag across your skin.Â
Georgia is shaking her head at you from across the table, having clearly read your lips and witnessed the little moment. You just smile and shrug at her before pressing a chaste kiss to the skin of Mattâs jaw. âThank you.â
Youâre pretty sure youâre dying. By the grace of some higher power, you havenât seen the inside of your bathroom in a hot minute. Yes, youâve finally moved past stage one of your hangover, however youâre not out of the woods yet. Youâre dying a slow death on the couchâfeeling yourself dip more and more into dangerous dehydration levels despite the giant water bottle on your coffee table that had been a gag gift from Matt last Christmas.Â
Truthfully, the room is still a little spinny and your stomach still a little unsettled, but perhaps the worst of it all is the splitting headache and the sore throat. Both ailments make sense, youâre a yeller when you drink and youâre certain last night was no exceptionâeven if the memories are slow to return to you.Â
Itâs not aggression, not really. Itâs more that your body canât contain all the emotions that you so carefully hide in your day to day life, and without the control that sobriety brings, youâre wont to let them all spill out.Â
And really, you canât linger on the what ifs too long, so you settle back in for another nap as an attempt to sleep off the symptoms of your poorly thought out night out with another movie playing as background noise.Â
Elizabeth has just rejected Darcy when your phone lights up three times.Â
sam: letâs just say youâre screwed if you ever wake up in vegas
you: fuck off sammy
sam: still not my name, lightweightÂ
sam: at least I didnât propose last nightÂ
âYou know, Sammy,â you slur, no longer angry but keeping up the nickname in hopes that the table will think you are and Matty will let you stay in his arms. âYouâre very lucky Liz agreed to marry you because other than the hockey thing you really have no redeeming qualities.â
âAt least someone wanted to marry me,â he retorts not unkindly.Â
âMatty would marry me,â you state confidently, tilting your head back to look up at the man beneath you. âWouldnât you, Matty?â
âGonna have to get down on one knee, Kid,â Matty laughs, shaking your body slightly from where it leans against him. The dopiest smile crosses your face at the sound and you know youâre being far too obvious but you canât help it. Matty laughing is your favorite sound, and happiness looks so good on him. Thereâs nothing you hate more than seeing him sad or upset. Nothing except dirty, sticky bar floors, which makes your next actions even more comical.Â
Pulling from his arms for the first time in what feels like an eternityânot that you were complainingâyou jump from the table and dramatically flop down to one knee.Â
âMatthewâM-Matty,â you hiccup, keenly aware of the dozens of eyes on you and yet utterly uncaring of any of them except the icy blue you stare into now. âYouâre my b-best friend. Marry me?â
The look he gives you is fond if frigid, not at all the passionate love declaration you were hoping for. Pouting deeply, you donât move to pull up from the floor. âIs that a no?â
âItâs a ânot right nowâ,â he answers, getting up himself and pulling you up by your armpits. You wrap around him like a vine, not even protesting as he leads you to the bar to grab another glass of water and some appetizers for the table.Â
God, you really regret asking about last night. Maybe it was better to live in beautiful, blissful ignorance â if you never remembered all the embarrassing behavior did it really happen?Â
Unfortunately your vibrating phone simply refuses to let that happen.Â
brielle: and you totally ate shit on the pavement leaving the bar last nightÂ
That certainly explains the dull ache of your biceps, having caught the weight of you alongside breaking your fall. Luckily that appears to be the extent of the damage, given you can wiggle all of your fingers and toes and no other part of your body stings.Â
Just your ego is bruised.Â
âWhy would we go home?â you ask, gesturing wildly at the emptying bar around you as though it were still the hopping venue of an hour ago.Â
âCause the bar staff would like to go home too,â Brielle explains kindly.Â
âSo we go to the next bar? Iâm sure thereâs somewhere still open, itâs only midnight!âÂ
Mattyâs arm is heavy and warm and secure as it wraps around your shoulder to guide you to the exit. âIâve already called us an Uber.â
You preen at the mention of an âusâ between you and Matt, suddenly docile and calm, allowing him to guide you outside.Â
Far too preoccupied with the weight of him, you miss the broken piece of sidewalk and subsequently toe pick the crack, ending up face down on the pavement.Â
Matt is quick, pulling you to your feet with ease and examining your face and upper body for damage. âYou alright?â
âIf I say no, will you kiss it better?â you crack back, only half joking.Â
Shaking his head at your antics, he guides you into the waiting car before sliding in beside you.Â
Youâre quite content to lean your head on his shoulder the whole drive home, arm curled around his before letting him lead you to your bed.
A joke about inviting him into your bed doesnât leave your lips, momentarily mesmerized by the gentle way he tucks you in, the soft press of his lips to your forehead.Â
Could it possibly get worse, you wonder.Â
Matty: let me up?
Heâs got a key for emergencies, and although you usually appreciate that he doesnât misuse it, in this case you almost wish he would let himself in.Â
It would give you some extra time to compose yourself andâto be quite honestâyou do yet harbor a little fear that getting vertical might have you running for the bathroom once again.Â
Neither of those things happenâhe doesnât let himself in and you donât throw up on your way to the door. You make quick work of the lock before opening the door to reveal Matthew looking as well rested as youâve ever seen him.Â
The contrast between the two of you is likely a stark difference, but his face doesnât give anything away if heâs thinking it too.Â
His first words to you are simple, full of care and compassion. âHow are you feeling?â
âLike I got hit by a bus that then backed right over me again,â you answer truthfully.Â
His responding giggle makes your insides feel warm and you can only hope you donât have the tell tale lovesick look on your face. Thereâs a moment of quiet contemplationâhis chest visibly puffs up and then deflates as he takes a steeling breath.Â
âYou said some things last night,â he says and you feel your blood run ice cold in your veins.Â
You attempt to deflect. âI say a lot of things, Matty. Especially when Iâve gotten into the Titoâs.â
He shakes his head and takes a step towards you. âLast night you said you loved me.â
âOf course I love you, youâre my best friend.â Itâs not a lie, not completely anyway. You love him. Heâs your best friend. So what if that love you have for him is something a little bit more than friendship?Â
He shakes his head again, little ringlets of curls shaking with the motion. âDidnât sound friendly. You said you needed me.â His voice is rough, tone something heavy.Â
âTo fix my necklace, Matty. What are you doing?â Your voice in response is a little wildâshort clipped sentences spoken in quick succession. Â
He appears frustrated. Not necessarily at you, you donât think, but itâs clear on his face. âThatâs notâYou said you wanted to marry me, got down on one knee even.Â
âI was drunk, itâs not that deep.âÂ
He takes the remaining steps toward you, crowding your space and boxing you in with his arms. Yet you know with one word he would back off if you asked.Â
You donât ask.Â
âBut what if it is? What if I said that I love you too, that I need you too? That the only person who Iâve ever thought about marrying was you?â
âMatty, what are you doing?â you ask lowly, heart pounding so loud you fear he might hear it.Â
âSomething I should have done a long time ago,â he murmurs and leans in until your lips barely touch.Â
It's the invitation you feel youâve waited a lifetime for. No amount of doubt or hesitation or uncertainty is going to stop you from wrapping yourself around him and deepening the kiss.Â
Itâs soft and sweetâtwo decades of buildup, of a beautiful friendship turned something more. Itâs you and Matty the way it was always supposed to beâthe way it was always going to end up.Â
#nhl fic#nhl fanfic#nhl fanfiction#nhl x reader#matthew tkachuk fic#matthew tkachuk fanfiction#matthew tkachuk x reader#shelb writes
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ÉąáŽáŽáŽáŽ ÊáŽáŽ ᎠÊáŽáŽ áŽÉŽÊáŽÉȘáŽáŽ
â pairing(s): calcharo x gn reader
â© inspo: I'd Have You Anytime by George Harrison
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summary: You decide your boyfriend is being too moody.
⧠a/n: I WANNA SAY THANK YOU ALL FOR SUCH THE KIND WORDS AUGHHH I'VE BEEN KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TwT... i've got some little event cookin up for 700 followers, don't you worry...
BUT ANYWAYS i've been chipping away at wuthering waves... it's pretty fun !! kuro games also just make banger. games. so... the character designs are sooo yummmyyyy and of course i had to write a little fic for my (second) favorite... sephir-- i mean calcharo.
đ cw: gn reader, short n sweet, just fluff, not proofread
â wc: 781
Calcharoâs not necessarily the most affectionate boyfriend, but that doesnât mean he doesnât love you. You are the stars that pepper the sky, the calm and wholeness of a stream running within a foggy forest, the night that beckons him into comforting arms. You are his everything. And he is, unfortunately, not the best at expressing that. But he is loyal.
He tends to hide within himself, too spun up in his own thoughts to pay more attention to the world. Not that he isnât hyper-aware of his surroundings, he has to stay alert, after all. But he tends to stress himself out quite a bit like this, worried about the Ghost Hounds, those he had sworn to protect, and so forth. It seems the only time those worries fade away is when heâs in your arms. Youâve started to notice a slight slump in his shoulders, how his face relaxes into more of a neutral expression rather than a frown, and even how his voice sounds a tad⊠lighter.
Today, he is rather moody, choosing to brood and pace around the house, worrying about menial things. The pacing is a little annoying, but every time he lets out a sigh or a frustrated grumble, you canât help but feel your heart twist. There isnât much you can do, you know that, and the man will always have his worries. It is human nature to worry, and perhaps Calcharo is more human than he likes to think.
He opens his mouth to protest again, perhaps question you as to why youâre so determined, but you shut him up real quick, cupping his cheek and pressing a quite tender kiss to his lips. That shuts his mind up quick, you can tell by the way his stern demeanor melts away, returning the kiss after a couple seconds.
When you break apart, his eyes have softened, and his body relaxes once more. He lets out a soft sigh as if this is what he had been waiting for all along. You arenât quite satisfied with your work, though. Itâs been too long since youâve had time with Calcharo in general, so why not revel in it?
You press a kiss to his nose bridge first, lips lingering for a second longer before pressing another to his cheek, then his forehead, then wherever you can kiss him. He doesnât move or complain or push you away, simply closes his eyes and lets a soft blush dust his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Itâs such a rare sight to see this man blush, and the fact that he isnât doing whatever he can to hide it from you is impressive.
You continue your torrent of kisses, leaving no span of skin unkissed, untouched. He lets out a low rumbling sound and a scoff, which is close enough to a laugh you can get it, and you donât mind. Not one bit. He has no idea what to do with his hands for the next minute or so, placing them on your hips at first but then ghosts over your ribs. For once he feels⊠awkward. Heâs barely used to you making advances, not that he necessarily leaves room for them. Given his reserved nature, he had done most of the leading in the relationship. You thought it wouldâve been best to go at his pace, after all. But he had never felt awkward during these years with you.
You finally stop kissing him, pulling away to look down at him. Heâs still blushing, hair just a little more disheveled than usual, and the possibility of a smile tugging at his lips. A rare sight indeed, you oughta pat yourself on the back for doing that to him.
âToo much?â You ask, your voice cracking with mirth as your hands settle on his shoulders.
â... Not enough.â Calcharo responds bluntly, despite the slight wavering tone in his voice.
The man finally understands what to do with his hands, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you down on top of him. You are practically nose-to-nose with him, and canât help but giggle, which he responds in kind with a soft huff.
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pedri fic where heâs feeling playful and does something that elicits a loud noise and gf!reader is obviously worried bc hello and heâs holding in his laugh until she rounds the corner and sees that heâs completely fine and itâs just fluff OOOHHHâŠ
New additions â Pedri Gonzalez.
Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader, no mention of y/n
Summary: In the midst of making lunch, you hear a loud noise, almost pained, come from outside where unknowingly, your boyfriend was sitting. Nearly stumbling over every object possibly, you get outside only to find him with⊠a dog?
Word count: 642
Disclaimer/s: mentions of light dog bite and a butter knife.
A/N: FINALLY HAD INSPO TO WRITE FOR THIS SINCE HIS NEW DOG ANNOUNCEMENT?? Welcome Nilo. Okay it took me a bit to actually finish this so im late butâŠ
Finally arriving home for your lunch break, you find your way to the kitchen almost immediately. Hunger reached all points of your body, making you nearly salivate as you took out the ingredients to make a quick sandwich.
Usually, you would first find your boyfriend, but the house was a bit quieter today, so you assumed he was still at practice.
With no loud noises of him gaming or a tv show playing in the background, you open your phone to play some music. Clicking shuffle, you smile to yourself the second Frank Oceanâs âIvyâ starts playing.
As you begin the sandwich, spreading apart the two pieces of bread, you hear a slight⊠growl?
Instantly, your body goes rigid. One thing you hated for certain, were wild animals that growled. Pausing the music, you freeze, waiting for another noise. Thats when you hear it.
A loud, almost pained, âGahhh!â
Your heart drops to your ass as you recognize who the sound was coming from. As if it kick started your brain, you grip the butter knife youâd been holding tight in your grasp as you stumble around the kitchen counter.
Making a bee-line toward the back patio, you find yourself nearly tripping over all the scattered things on the ground. Maybe if you looked a little harder, you would have noticed the âobjectsâ were toys, and not your boyfriends scattered clothing like youâd assumed.
âPedri!â You yell out, over and over again, mumbling small curses in between as you do reach down to pick up the object youâd nearly slipped on.
Without looking you toss is aside, grimacing at the dampness of it. What the fuck was going on?
âPedri! Where are you!â You shout again, worry lacing every syllable as you finally reach to the sliding glass door.
Opening it with a harsh pull, you let out an exasperated sigh, your eyes land on your smiling boyfriend. Smiling? His face drops the second he notices the worry etched into your face.
âYou okay?â He asks, still sitting on the wooden flooring. Thats when you notice whats on his lap.
Everh inch of you that once felt concern, was now just confused. âWhat the hell is that?â You point to the little black dog that was sitting ever so still and panting, a tennis ball in its mouth.
Not looking at what you were gawking at, Pedri feigns innocence. âWhat are you talking about?â
âDonât play coy with me, Pedro. Why do you have a dog in your lap, and better yet! Why did you sound like you were being strangled, I thought there was an intruder!â Your voice raises just a tad as you wiggle your hand that still held the butter knife clutched in it.
A laugh escapes Pedriâs lips as he struggles to stand, still holding the animal in his arms. âAnd you planned on defending me with⊠that?â He glances at the knife in your hands before laughing, âIâm fine, he just bit me.â
âBit.. You?â Your lips form a slight frown as you look down at the puppy, âiâm sure he deserved it.â You say in a baby voice, setting the knife down on the railing before scratching behind his ears.
Offense flashes across Pedriâs face, âwhatââ
âWhatâs his name?â You interrupt, scratching under the dogâs soft chin, a look of endearment replacing your frown as you take the pup from Pedriâs arms.
âNilo.â He answers. Pedri adored the way you took him so gently, cradling him like a baby. âSo we can keep him?â
Once again your eyes snap toward Pedri, âoh I dunno.. between work and your practiceââ
âPlease! Weâll make it work, please.â He was begging now. Your big strong boyfriend was begging. So of course you folded.
âFine! Fine.â You chuckle, pressing a kiss to Niloâs head. âWelcome to the family, Nilo.â
DTS , @halfwayhearted àŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČ love youâŠ
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Allspice (c.b oneshot)
đ”đđđđ· (đđđđ đ”đŻđ): You were so engrossed in the work, that you hadnât even realized someone had approached your table until they cleared their throat awkwardly. Your gaze slowly travels up, seeing a blue apron covering a white shirt, tattooed hands holding- your meal? Your eyes flicker up to his piercing blue ones. âChilean Sea Bassâ he sets it in front of you. You snort a laugh. âHm.â You look around before back at him âThese peopleâ you motion to the restaurant. âOther patrons. Which meals of theirs did you bring out- Chef?â You accentuate the last word, it was all too uncommon for a chef to personally bring a meal out to a table.Â
⥠O.S Inspo: Forever & Always - Fearless (TV) ; "Was I out of line, did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide like a scared little boy?" ⥠Pairing : CarmyxAFAB Reader as little physical description possible | She/Her pronouns used, NO use of Y/N :) ⥠Summary: You have a very successful Culinary Review blog, the social media manager of one of your new hometown restaurants 'The Bear' has been dying to get you out to try their food. But since the EC is a bit of an overzealous competitor, you end up having to go back for round 2- you end up having a delicious dinner, and a free show.
⥠W/C: 4,381
⥠Posted Date: 03/18/24
⥠A/N: FIRST THING: I am HORRIDDDD at writing Claire- I'm much better at writing Carmy cause were alot more similar- so this Claire isn't gonna be CRAZY canon, but I think she got the job done. Anyway- EEEEEP!!! Here is my VERY FIRST ONE SHOT EVER!! Inspired by my amazing, wonderful, PRECIOUS FLOWER @daysofyellowroses that can be found here :) AAAAA!!! My precious Rose I hope you enjoy this, It could ABSOLUTELY have a part 2 if y'all like it. I ended it here cause I'm sooo wordy and I didn't want it to turn in to a multi-chap. fic by mistake...but ofc if y'all want more just tell me and ill get RIGHT TO WORK!!! I really hope this comes off how I saw it in my head. There's no smut/sexy stuff, just mutual pining and flirty teasing, I hope thats ok!! aaa here we goooo!!! Enjoy <3
⥠Warnings for BTC: Swearing, Drinking alcohol (Literally it LOL)
â” đđĄđđđ€ đšđźđ đŠđČ đđđŹđđđ«đ©đšđŹđ âĄ
Being a Food Critic wasnât an easy gig, as much as people wanted to believe itâs simply going to famous restaurants, trying their most popular dishes- and giving your opinion, it was much more then that.Â
Each and every aspect of the restaurant was under your review, from the second you walked in the door, you were judging everything. From the atmosphere, to the music, to the decor, to the comfortability of the furniture all of it, was to meet your expectations if the owner of the establishment wanted a good review.
Today was finally the day you'd review one of the restaurants that had sent 3 requests for you to feature a review of them on your blog.Â
The Bear. Interesting name, you thought.
With the rugged name- youâd assumed a more millennial hipster-New American vibe. But when youâd arrived- you were quiteâŠimpressed? That instead of leaning into that all too common aesthetic, it was more of a classy, comfortable vibe.Â
Theyâd not even had bear art, anything of the sort. It was pure comfort, mixed with subtle class. The kind that spoke to the cost of the dishes- but wasnât in your face obnoxious. The only âBearâ was the little golden bear embossed into the leather menu youâd been handed when seated at the table.Â
The way you did your reviews wasâŠa tad unusual - some chefs in the industry called it âunfairâ but you called itâŠthe fairest things could be. Instead of telling them when youâd be swinging by for a review since whereâs the fun in that youâd call, make a reservation under some random name, and theyâd know youâd accepted their offer when the review had been posted on your blog.Â
It felt most honest and fair because you were one of the most renowned food critics in the country right now. If they knew you were coming- any EC with a brain would spend the night before your arrival, prepping the entire restaurant and staff - assuring theyâd be on their best behavior to try and squeeze a higher grade out of you.
 But you were just a reader once upon a time, years ago- when you realized in culinary school that the making of the art didnât interest you, it was the observing. Food wasnât just about taste, but rather the whole experience. And if every famous food critic youâd taken interest in back in the day- never got a true experience due to their notability? Youâd never have gotten into this field. So, you were most keen on keeping things fair.Â
A woman with mousey brown hair comes up to your table, dressed in the typical waitress slacks and black button up shirt. âHello! Welcome to The Bear. My name is Sam, have you dined with us before?â she asks.Â
You sit up in your chair, peeling your eyes from the menu. You give her a small kind smile âI havenâtâ you replied, urging her to continue her script.Â
âWell welcome in, we're so happy you chose to spend your evening with us. So for our menuâ she opens it in front of you. âHereâ she points âare our wine options, fabulous selection this month. Then we have draft beers right next to it. On the following pageâ she points âall of our craft cocktails, then this,â she points in the bottom corner.Â
âOur house cocktail - Just called The Bear. Itâs wonderful, if you like old fashions youâll love this - made with Bearface Triple Oak Whiskey.â She said and you nod.Â
 âThat please. Thatâs what Iâll start withâ you said and she nodded.Â
âIâll get that right in. But quickly, just so youâre awareâ she flipped the page and pointed.Â
âThese - are the dishes of the month. Each crafted by one of our two head chefs, they change monthly so if something calls to you I recommend you try- because it wonât be backâ she said. You raised your eyebrows a bit in surprise and nod.Â
âThank youâ you said and she gives a nod before heading off to the bar to put in your drink order before heading off to tend to other tables in your section.Â
Having an alternating menu intrigued you, for such a high end establishment- one with a Michelin star at that- implementing such a menu would consistently have their star at risk. One dish, one app, one drink- that was not up to par and it would be revoked. You guessed the owners of this place liked living on the edge, as if being in this industry wasnât already being constantly on edge.Â
You gaze over the menu, the Chilean Seabass sounded like a fair assessment. Seafood was quite difficult to get right, especially in the springtime before peak season, and youâd be able to judge the consistency of the chopping and such because there was a fresh tomato corn salad that came with it. That was your rule when you came to judge restaurants, one main course, and one dessert. Â
Youâd felt like the main courses were the true stars of the show anyhow, and it would be unfair to muck up your palate with an app that was usually something easy to get right (since they were usually fried, covered in cheese, or some kind of carb). And the dessert usually showed the restaurant's creativity, which you loved to see, so 2 dishes was your max.Â
The waitress returns with the cocktail, setting it down with a napkin under it. âHere you are, now- have you decided on a starter?â She questioned and you shook your head.Â
âStraight to the good stuff, Iâd like the Chilean Sea Bass please. And for dessert,â you flick the page and your eyes settle on the words savory cannoli - hmm, imaginative indeed. âAnd uh- The Michael Cannoli?â You said, shutting the menu and handing it to her.Â
She nods with a smile, jotting down the order into her notepad before taking the menu and holding it to her chest. âThat will be out soon as possible. Enjoy your drinkâ she said and headed back to the kitchen.Â
You sit back sipping the cocktail and humming. She was right, much like an old fashioned, but floral notes. AlmostâŠchamomile? Yes! That was it. Very interesting.
You slipped your iPad out of your bag, opening up your journaling app and grabbing the pencil out of the little sleeve. You quickly snapped a picture with your phone of the drink, airdropping it to yourself and adding it into the entry and writing;
âTo start; âThe Bearâ house cocktail- initial thoughts ; not too sweet, strong (but not overpowering), chamomile? Some kind of herbal tea flowerâÂ
You take another sip, letting the flavors sit on your tongue a moment before swallowing. âMmm!â You hum to yourself, finally realizing where the herby taste beneath the chamomile was coming from that gave it that oaky piney taste.Â
âAngostura bitters- will confirm!!â You wrote just as someone approaches your table. You look up to see a man, short brown hair, stubble. He was smiling, holding a plate.Â
âHello! Here we have Arancini with our house-made pesto, courtesy of Executive Chef Carmenâ he placed the dish in front of you next to your iPad. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking up at him, scarcel confused.Â
âWrong tableâ you murmured, thumbing the dish back in his direction lightly. He cleared his throat awkwardly.Â
âNope- ah, he- he said this table.â He replied. It did smell fantastic, and any other day youâd never deny delicious, deep fried balls of risotto dipped in smooth, decedent pesto- but youâre working right now and itâs not fair.Â
âWell, you can tell himâ you lifted the dish, offering it back. âI have a system. And Iâm unsure how he realized that Iâm coming here, tonight, but I dislike cheaters. And he should know if heâs read my blog- I donât muck up my palate with grease before I try the main course.â The plate was so close to him now it was nearly digging into his chest.
He nodded quickly, taking the plate without another word and briskly walking back to the kitchen. You sat back in your seat with a slight scoff.Â
He thinks he can win you over just like that? How did he even know you would be here?
You picked up your pencil once again, adding a note.Â
For the chef; Arancini smelt delicious. Didnât order it, so I didnât taste it . Presentation wise; 7/10. Pesto looked like it was spooned in the dish a tad bit messy to me.Â
You smiled to yourself, you knew heâd read the final review once it was posted. And since he wanted to be a little cheater and get a overall higher score since he was trying to weasel you into trying extra dishes- youâd kick his ego down a few extra pegs for fun.Â
You sat, nursing your drink, adding extra little notes here and there, as well as editing a blog post about Ghost Kitchens youâd been working on and how they were ruining the mobile order industry on the side. You were so engrossed in the work, that you hadnât even realized someone had approached your table until they cleared their throat awkwardly.Â
Your gaze slowly travels up, seeing a blue apron covering a white shirt, tattooed hands holding- your meal? Your eyes flicker up to his piercing blue ones. âChilean Sea Bassâ he sets it in front of you. You snort a laugh.Â
âHm.â You look around before back at him âThese peopleâ you motion to the restaurant. âOther patrons. Which meals of theirs did you bring out- Chef?â You accentuate the last word, it was all too uncommon for a chef to personally bring a meal out to a table.Â
You swore even in the ambient lighting, his cheeks flushed slightly. âYou- uh- you declined, my Arancini. Why?â He asked, holding his hands behind his back, the position making his already toned and tattooed arms appear more muscular. It makes him all the more impressive he has all these tattoos and still made it in this industry. I can only imagine the shit he got for them.Â
You raise your eyebrows in surprise at his boldness. âBecause thatâs Cheating. Mr.Berzatto. Iâd assume you know my work well. Considering you know what I look like, so- why try to cheat? You know how I feel about appetizers. Itâs a scapegoat.â You shrugged, locking your iPad when you realized heâd been peeking at the notes.Â
âMessyâ his eyes narrow. He scoffs a bit, alluding to the note youâd written a short while prior âMessy?â He asks again, you laugh a bit. Â
âMmhmm! Oh, was it you chef? WowâŠI mean- now that I think about itâ you shook your head, now just messing with him since you see how much he was dying to impress you. âI couldâve sworn- the pesto it just..was too loose. Overblended maybe? Thatâs why it was impossible to plate without making a mess.â You shrugged, cutting up your fish carefully and spreading the vegetables with your knife to observe the cohesivity of the cuts.Â
He scoffs, âtoo- too loose?! W-yâknow what. No. No. It- youâre gonna try it.â He demands and you look up at him, nearly laughing at the seriousness of his tone.Â
âThat depends. Bring me a pesto worth trying and Iâll think about it. Nowâ you wave him off casually âI canât work with the chef over my shoulder. So- Shoo chef donât bother meâ you teased and he shook his head.Â
âGame on.â He muttered, heading back to the kitchen. Â
You smiled to yourself, the Arancini absolutely isnât going into the review. But youâll humor his ego by trying it.
You cut the fish thoroughly, checking the texture and the evenness of the seasonings slathered on the skin, writing little notes as you go along. The cuts of the vegetables were pristine. Nearly perfect. The only misshapen pieces were clearly cosmetic defects of the vegetable. The chef that cut these was immaculate with a knife.Â
When you took your first bite, you nearly moaned. The fish was buttery, the skin was crispy, slightly spicy, tangy, the flesh melted in your mouth. The risotto was so cheesy and buttery and wonderful. You could eat this meal every night for the rest of your life and never get sick of it. It was the best Sea bass youâd ever tasted.Â
You opened your iPad again, jotting down notes about the flavors, the mouth feel, all the usual points you hit in your review.Â
This meal is a 9.2 out of 10.Â
You write at the bottom. Very fair score, you never had rated something as a 10. Something being a 10 would be- you donât even know what it would be. But it would be what the score says, perfection. And while this dish was wonderful, and very very good- it was not perfect. At least to your heavily trained palate.Â
You finished what you wanted out of the meal, pushing the plate to the side and not soon after, Carmen was back at your table. He placed the plate in front of you, 3 perfectly circular Arancini discs were placed equal distance on the plate, and truly beautiful pesto, sat in the dish alongside it. It frankly was immaculately plated.Â
âUnbroken pesto. Sorry again, about the last one.â He said, watching you carefully. You hum as you grab your fork, splitting one of the discs and digging out some of the risotto.Â
âCould be firmer.â You said, eyes flicking to his. He nods, clearing his throat a bit.Â
âItâs not- uh- itâsâÂ
âFreshâ you finished for him, raising your brows and he nods. âSo- since youâre frying it. You cook it for about..a minute- maybe forty seconds less than you usually would.â You said, daintily taking the bite off your fork.Â
âHeard..â he nodded, waiting for your reaction. You hummed a bit.Â
âGreat balance of parm and butter though. Iâll give you that. Neither overpowers the other, thatâs hard to do considering the notesâ you added, cutting up the crust and tasting it.Â
âMm-â you scrunch your nose and his face visibly drops. âMm-mmâŠno- not peanut oilâŠwhy would you do that? It totally overpowers the breadcrumb with this likeâŠcheapy taste. Iâd say it would be way better if you fried it in sunflower oilâ you added, digging out more of the risotto and dipping it in the pesto before having a bite and humming.Â
âThis thoughâ you point at the little dish of green sauce with your fork. âThis is great.â You add and he nods.Â
âOk-yeahâŠokâŠâ he nods, rubbing his hand over his chin. âThank yâfor trying it.â He said and you nod.Â
âIâll be back for a fair assessment. I think Iâll pass on the cannoli tonight, and just get the bill. Thank youâ you slipped your pencil in the case before putting your iPad in your bag and holding your hands on the table in front of you.Â
âY-yâre coming backâ he said, sounding slightly surprised.Â
You shrugged âwell- you clearly want a full review based on your behavior tonight, Chef. So Iâll humor you. I wonât tell you when of course, so just pray that itâs a day like today-â you paused, looking around. âWhere things seem to be runningâŠalright.â You sat back in your chair casually with a small smile.Â
âI look forward to your review.â He gave a nod and headed back to the kitchen.Â
It was 3 weeks before youâd decided to return back to The Bear spring had quickly turned to early summer, and you thought youâd given enough time for your little conversation with the head chef to slip his mind.Â
It was 9:20, 40 minutes before closing. You did promise to come back at a random time, and no time is more random then a Friday night less than an hour before the kitchen closed.Â
You pulled open the door, stepped in and headed up to the host stand where the same man that originally offered you the Arancini stood. âThe picky critic returns.â He said, tapping his pen against the reservation book absentmindedly.Â
âShe doesâ you smiled a bit.Â
âWell lucky fâyou cousin said you get a table any time, right this wayâ he leads you to a booth near the back, where you had a perfect view of the restaurant. Much cozier then before, right next to the doors of the kitchen where you could hear the back of house crew buzzing about.Â
âSame cocktail as last time?â He asked and you raised your brows in slight surprise as you sit.Â
âNo waitress?â You asked, getting comfortable and setting your iPad down next to the empty plate.Â
âSheâll be over, just figured a friendly offer couldnât hurtâ he said with a small smirk.Â
You roll your eyes playfully. âHouse cocktail please, and thank you. But donât count on kindness boosting your hospitality score-â you stop, realizing he never gave you his name.Â
âRichieâ he said, sticking his hand out to shake.Â
âRichie.â You repeat, giving him your firm professional shake.Â
âHouse cocktail cominâ upâ he said and headed back to the bar. You mulled over the menu, lemon chicken picatta, that sounded like a perfect dish to judge this time around.Â
A few minutes later, Richie returns, setting the glass down in front of you. âWaitress should be by momentarily, enjoy your mealâ he said, heading back to the host stand.Â
A bit after the waitress came to take your order, the restaurant had begun to die down. You were going to be the last person served tonight it looked like, since in 5 minutes they would stop seating people.Â
You added additional notes to your section about the cocktail, getting a better photo of it for your blog when you hear a bit of commotion up front.
You look up, to see a woman with curled brown hair in navy blue scrubs, her hands on her hips, talking with Richie with a frustrated look. There were tears in her eyes, you couldnât help but tune in to their conversation.Â
âRichie, please let me see him- he- he hasnât said anything and IâŠI just need to hear him say it to my face. Please!â She begs, tears were streaming down her face now.Â
Richie looks around nervously, tugging her to the side so they werenât standing right in front of the host stand. You lean over just a bit- not so much it would be noticeable, but enough your nosy ears could continue to pick up what was being said.
âClaire. You shouldnât be hereâŠIâm sorry- he told me-he said that..that you canât come here anymore. Itâs too much and he will apologize when he can find the words. But he canât. So please before he sees you. Leaveâ he said softly, attempting to soothingly rub her arm and she jerks away like his touch burned her skin.Â
âFuck you, Richie. Get him. Now. Iâm not working on his time anymore. This is my time now. Iâve waited around enough for him. Iâm done waiting. Either get him yourself? Or I swear to god Iâll go in that kitchen and embarrass the fucking shit out of himâ she hissed.Â
Your eyebrows raised, shit. Whoever fucked her over should at least be warned.Â
He snorts, clearly amused before stepping back and raising his arms in defeat. âHave at it ClaireBear.â he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. âYou think heâs gonna take kindly to you startinâ wâhim in his house? Be my guest.â He shrugged, going back over to the host stand.Â
And then it clicked. Sheâs here for Carmen. Â
She laughed dryly, sarcastically, like a woman whoâd had it. âYou think Iâm scared? Richie? You think Iâm scared of little Carmy who couldnât even check out a library book by himself? mm?â She goads him, arms crossed, chest heaving with rage.Â
His head snaps back to look at her, brows raised in shock. âKid- I really think you should go calm the fuck down, because Yâre not gonna like the way that this conversation ends wâhim- at all.âÂ
And with that, she shoves open the kitchen door. You couldnât just sit there and not watch- this was the juiciest drama youâd ever been privy to in person, and this means heâs single. You slightly curse yourself for being so giddy that this means the sexy chef would likely be on the market.Â
Your foot catches the door before it closes, leaning against the frame. She storms in, eyes frantically darting over the kitchen.Â
âCarmen.â She barks, the entire kitchen stops moving and looks at her, as if they were in shock and awe someone would ever raise their voice to him in such a way.Â
He rounds the corner, holding a pan of focaccia dough that he nearly drops at the sight of her. He blinks a few times, squeezing his eyes shut as if sheâd disappear when he opened them again.Â
âThe fuck are you-â his eyes meet yours, his face going pale quickly, he looked white as a sheet. âLeave.â He orders her, slamming the dough down on the counter.Â
âLeave?!â She laughs coldly, âyouâre gonna tell me to leave?! Youâre a fucking pussy Carmen. A pussy. Yâknow- it was charity giving you a chance. Pity work.â She spits and you blink a few times, taken aback by such harsh words.Â
Is she serious? She thinks anyone could believe dating a super hot, ripped, talented, chef prodigy - that was charity work in any sense of the word?
He scoffs, âCharity?â He chuckled dryly. âClaire- you begged me to fuckinâ be with you! You-you-yâre a fuckin gnat! Claire! You- all you do is-is fuckinâ-â he runs his hand through his hair, his chest heaving in anger, âYou dont know me, Claire! Alright? There- And I-I-I donât want you iâm-iâm sorry-âÂ
She laughed, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. âYou-â she whispered, her chest shaking with a sob. âYou- fucker- I- I gave you a chanceâŠâ she whispered and gripped her wrist sadly. âI- I was there for you, Carmen- when no one else could fucking stand you.â she croaked.
âAnd I never asked for you too- please- justâŠleave me alone-â he shook his head. âLeave. PleaseâŠjust-pretend we never happened, it was a mistake, Claire.â he breathed, clearly utterly defeated, and It sounded like heâd told this girl these same words multiple times.Â
âM-Mikey would be sick- Carmy, heâd- heâd hate who youâve becomeâŠâ she said meekly, and with that- something behind his eyes snapped.
âClaire Iâm not DOING THIS I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKINâ RESTAURANT. WERE OVER. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME! YOU MEAN NOTHING CLAIRE!â He roars, the veins in his neck popping out, angrily and aggressively pointing to the door. âOUT. get the fuck out. G-get out, b-before I-I-I fuckin- holy fuckâ he finds his composure once more, even though his breath was still ragged from his outburst, flicking his hand next to him his entire body trembling with panic.Â
She looks to her left and right, sheâs not that-Â
Your thoughts were quickly proven wrong, when you see she was stupid enough to grab a pan off the stove to whip at him.Â
âAht!â the spanish woman standing a few paces to the right said, quickly grabbing the arm with the pan and twisting it behind her back. âDrop it.â she hissed.Â
Carmen looks between the two of them, utterly in shock. âY-yâwere gonna hit me?â He asked her, face twisting in rage. âFuck you. Fuck you Claire.â He seethed, taking the pan from his employees grasp and tossing it in the sink with a loud clatter.Â
âGet the fuck outâ you told her, grabbing her from the handle of the woman whoâd stopped the assault, shoving her towards the kitchen door and into the front of the restaurant. âYâre a fuckin crazy bitch.â You laughed dryly, giving her a hard shove for good measure.Â
âOh and who are youâ she straightened herself out, pushing her bag up on her shoulder. âDoesnât matter. Glad to see that Carmy still needs someone to protect him. Iâll gladly give up that spot.â she said, causing you to laugh.Â
âOh my god- you are pathetic. He just spelt it clear as day sweetheart- you are over. O-v-e-r. He doesnât want you babe! And no, he doesnât need my protection- I was enjoying dinner and apparently a show until you went batshit bitch.â You snip, plopping back down at your booth.Â
She scoffed âhe doesnât want anyone. The only thing he wants - is to remain miserable. Good fucking luck, whoever you are.â She said before stomping out.Â
âYo she was really gonna throw somethin?â Richie asked as he walked over. Thankfully, it was just you, him, and the bartender in the front of the restaurant.
You nod âthankfully she didnât realize I was there- Carmen would have had a nasty burn, and a concussion.â You said, taking a large sip of your drink.Â
Carmen comes out, eyes meeting yours immediately. âFuck- I- donât worry yâre meal is comped and donâtâŠdonât worry about a review, iâm sorry- I-I guess it wasn't in the cards fâr us to be featured on yâr blog... Iâm really so sorry⊠Shes- ah..â he rubs his arm nervously, trying to find the words.Â
âA woman scornedâ You teased, and he snorts a laugh, nodding a bit.
âHell hath no fury, right?â He joked, sighing a bit. âItâs uhâŠitâs my fault I guessâŠI uh- I shouldâve dealt with thatâŠI've been putting it offâ he said and you nod a bit.
âYou off the clock?â you looked at your phone for the time, 10:07.Â
âShit- fuck- sorry- Iâm so sorry- give me like- I was making yâr foodâŠand then-â you shook your head, stopping him.
âNo- NoâŠI was uh-Asking to see if you maybe wanted to..have a drink with me? Not-not likeâŠprofessionallyâŠâ you shrugged, stirring your half full cocktail with the bar straw that floated in it.Â
âSure- uhâŠsure- Iâd like that lemme..lemme go change, iâll be right outâ he nodded, heading back into the kitchen.
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favorite things | pmylm drabble (jyh)
âą favorite things - drabble one // ft. the pmylm couple
summary:Â yunho's been having a rough time adjusting to the 'real world' and gets upset when he can't have the person he needs the most right away.
words:Â 2.8k
warnings:Â cussing/mature language, jealousy/insecurities, yuyu is upset and doesn't really know how to control his feelings rn cause he is just a tired boy đ, a small lil fight, the awkward silent treatment, yuyu and yeo talk thru his feelings for a bit, kissing/making out, sorry if i missed anything i quickly whipped the rest of this in bed lol
a/n: whipped this baby up because i just felt the need to and i missed my babies!! (+ this lil IG inspo hehe) more drabbles to come đ«¶đŒ love you in slow motion update this weekend annnnd iâm gonna have to push back the fallen angel hwa fic cause im all over the place đ„č but weâll do better!! lol stay tuned!!
Yunho has entered the real world and he is exhausted. When his mom used to joke about living and working in this so-called real world, he used to think it was just a thing to keep him on his toes, shake him up a little bit.
Nope, that shit was all real.
And he hates it.
He hates it because it's the one thing that brings another fight to the table for your relationship. Ultimately, Yunho knows all he has to do is adjust and he'll be fine in the long run. Both of you will be fine in the long run.
But today, that feels like a stretch and he is short of patience. Unusually short of patience than usual. He knows you don't mean any harm but for some odd reason, today he feels like the world is going to swallow him alive and everything is triggering.
The first thing is the fact that he has to stay a bit later than usual to finish up a project he had been working on. He was hoping to rush home and spend some time with you before you were off to practice for the evening, spending 2-3 hours with your friends and the group.
That didn't happen.
So, when he gets home and you've already texted him saying you've left with a sad, crying face, he's bummed. He gets himself comfortable anyway, heating up a cup of ramen since he's not too hungry. Maybe he'll get some food with you when you're outâ it's one of his favorite things to do.
Now, the second thing that makes him a little more irked is the fact that 2-3 hours go by and you haven't texted. He knows practice can run long, but it's also a little unusual for you to not keep him updated. You finally do a bit past 8pm with a quick:
you: hi baby, sorry! practice was a bit busy, i was caught up during breaks. i'll be home soon then i'll come over after i shower, okay? wait for me (: we should go on a food run! hehe
yunho: sounds good, love. i'll be here.
It closes to 9pm and Yunho isn't hungry anymore. The cup of ramen will do since there seems to be a dim chance of getting food with you, especially when you tell him you'll be over in a quick second but youâre still nowhere to be found. Yunho charges to the door anyway and is hoping to greet you when he swings the door open. Instead, he's greeted with you laughing and giggling with Hyunjin downstairs in the lot as he hands you a bag of to-go food.
Let's set the record straightâ Yunho loves your friends. He knows he can trust them, and he knows they're all genuinely good people. He's always been happy you had a good group of people around you.
It's just today, he really, really missed you. After a long ass day. And he knows you [and Hyunjin] mean no harm in your actions, but he can't help but feel a tad bit insecure [and slightly jealous] that you aren't rushing over to see him after not being with him all day. He knows he can blame this on the fact that he's exhausted and a little short on patience. God knows he really did try to keep it cool and brush it off.
He couldn't help it.
Yunho shuts the door again, leaving it unlocked for whenever you feel ready to come upstairs and hang out with him. He sits on his computer chair, irritated, and throws on a game to distract himself momentarily. Maybe it'll help ease whatever he's feeling,
But, nope.
It doesn't.
Because when you walk in, you're still yelling out to Hyunjin and whoever before you shut the door, place the food on the counter and walk into his room. You throw your arms around him from behind and Yunho lets out a small, audible sigh. That was already alarming enough for you, but you still dip your head to the side and try to grab his attention.
"Hi." You place a quick, chaste quick to his cheek, but Yunho doesn't move.
"Hey."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Is all he says plainly. "I was just waiting for you."
"I know, but Hyunjin stopped by to give us foodâ"
"I thought we were gonna grab food together?"
"Oh." You frown because it completely slipped your mind, or else, you would've left the food at your own apartment to save it for tomorrow instead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't think he was gonna swing by with food. We all left each other earlier without any plans ofâ"
"It's okay." He taps your arms as a signal for you to let go of him. "You should go eat."
"We can share, there's more than enoughâ"
"All good." It's petty of Yunho, he knows. For him, it's the fact that you told him you wanted to go on a food run after practice. Another small, but meaningful thing you two did often. He doesn't blame Hyunjin for anything at all, no. There was no way of preventing that, and who the fuck was he to make you reject food from a friend?
He just wished he could take you to get food. Watch you order your favorites and do your happy dance in his passenger's seat. It's another one of his favorite things.
"Yunho." You slowly step aside and sit on his bed, your appetite all of a sudden gone from how distant your boyfriend is being. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."
"It's fine."
"Is it really? Because something feels off and I wanna know what I did so I can fix it."
"It's nothing, Y/N." You almost flinch at the way he calls you your name instead of his cute endearing nicknames. It throws you off guard so much that you resort to a flimsy, broken:
"Okay." It's barely above a whisper. You stand to head back out to the kitchen, quietly eating a bit of Hyunjin's extra to-go thai food before setting some aside in a tupperware for Yunho and placing it in the fridge. The rest of the night goes.. like that.
In silence. With weird tension.
You hate it.
You wish you could just fix whatever you did wrong, or that Yunho would tell you no matter how 'silly' it may sound. He's always been so good with communicating, even during small disagreements, you weren't sure why he was avoiding it this time around.
You quietly get ready for bed, brushing your teeth and flossing before changing out of your sweats and hoodie to Yunho's shirt. You pad into the room, slipping yourself deep under the sheets and pull up some vlogs on Youtube that you need to catch up on.
"Tired?" Yunho asks from his computer chair, still playing his game.
"Mhm." You look at him, hoping he'd come over to kiss you, cuddle you. Shut off the computer and lay next to you, show you any kind of affection. He doesn't budge, though. You feel your bottom lip trembling, your heart slowly cracking in various places. You have to take a breath to prevent yourself from crying, and Yunho can feel it. He can feel your gaze on him, he can tell you're seconds away from crying. So, Yunho stands and shuts off his computer. But, he starts to head out to the living room and you're on the verge of breaking down. His way of avoiding the issue and getting more upset was to shut down. Deflect.
This wasn't like Yunho at all so you knew something was wrong; something was that bothersome to him.
"Baby." You call for him softly, and he just looks at you. You can tell he's conflicted between keeping this up and dropping it entirely, but it doesn't seem to be enough. It's not enough for him to drop it because his expression doesn't change. He still seems cold, distant. Tired. Unlike the Yunho you're so, so used to seeing and having.
"I'm just tired. Go to sleep."
"Where are you going?"
"The living room."
"Let me come with you."
"Y/N. Please go to sleep. I told you nothing was wrong." You watch the way his jaw slightly ticks before brushing you off completely and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. A loud sigh escapes his lips as he treads to the couch and plops onto it, leaning his head back onto the edge. He shuts his eyes, giving himself some time to sort through his feelings because what the fuck, Jeong Yunho?
He knows this is much needed, though. He needed to step away for a second to regroup. He doesn't want to unintentionally hurt you by saying or doing things that he doesn't mean. He's tired, and he's acting like a fucking baby because he just wanted you at so many points todayâ yet, the universe just didn't let him have you. That wasn't your fault.
None of this was your fault.
He needed to do better. Just because he was exhausted, didn't mean he had to act this way towards you.
"Yo." Yeosang walks through the door, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as he steps out of his shoes. "You good?" He furrows his brows at the sight of Yunho just resting his head back with his eyes shut close.
"Mhm."
"Where's Y/N?"
"In the room." Odd, Yeosang thinks. It's not like you two to be separated like this. It's pretty obvious Yunho is bothered by something and that you've probably gotten into a small fight over it. Yeosang isn't one to meddle much, especially when it's not his business to. But, he is concerned seeing his roommate like this. It's probably one of the rare times he ever sees Yunho upset.
"You sure everything's okay? I'm not really used to seeing you sitting out in the living room in silence like this." Yunho lets out a tiny chuckle that's barely audible, but he finally turns to Yeosang and purses his lips.
"I guess. Just exhausted lately."
"I bet. You've been working your ass off." Yeosang looks into the fridge before stepping away with a cold water bottle and heading towards Yunho. "Y/N put some food in there for you, by the way."
"Did she?"
"Yeah. It has a little sticky note on top." Of course you did, why wouldnât you? You always thought about Yunho no matter what.
"Fuck."
"What?"'
"I've been such a dick to her tonight."
"What'd you do?"
"It's so stupid." Yunho begins to explain how his day has just been all over the placeâ from work, to staying late and not being able to see you before practice, no updates until 3+ hours after practice, looking forward to a food run that didn't end up happening because of Hyunjin. All Yeosang can do is laugh a bit and shake his head.
"Dude, we all have bad days. It's inevitable. You're still adjusting so don't be so hard on yourself. It's hard going from a routine you were so used to, especially with Y/N. Then, having to switch it up and play tetris with your time. It's not easy. But also, I'm sure Y/N has been feeling the same way. She's just doing what she can to support you first and foremost. She'd never hurt you intentionally, and I know she'd always choose you in the end." Yunho's head drops as he leans onto his knees and sighs again.
"Fuck, you're right. I don't know why today was so difficult. I guess it all piled on for me and I didn't know how to sort through it."
"All good. Shit happens." Yeosang shrugs. "Anyway. I'm gonna head to bed. You should probably do the same. I know she's probably waiting for you."
"Thanks." Yeo gives him a little dap before he's off to get comfy and end his day. Yunho stays on the couch for a few more minutes before he brushes his teeth and washes up for bed. He stands in the bathroom for a few more seconds before gaining the courage to finally talk to you about everything that's been going on today. When he walks in, you're still bundled under the sheets, but your phone is against the wall and a video is playing. He can hear you sniffling through the video though, and he knows you've been crying.
God dammit, Yunho.
"Baby?" You hear Yunho softly call your name as he slips into bed and wraps his arms around you.
"Mhm?" You respond, still facing away from him.
"Can we talk?" You sigh and exit the video, locking your phone before turning towards Yunho and setting your phone onto the table.
"Don't force yourself if you aren't ready to."
"I am, and I'm sorry." He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes and it instantly feels like you have your loving, incredibly sweet and attentive boyfriend back.
"What happened?"
"I don't really know. To be honest, I don't have that great of an explanation. I was just tired and I was really looking forward to seeing you before practice. I couldn't see you then because of work, so I was even more excited to see you after practice and to go on our run together. But, you came later and the whole thing with Hyunjinâ" He pauses and shakes his head. "It was so stupid and childish of me. I didn't need to act that way, and I'm so sorry I was such a dick to you over that." You cup his cheek and caress the surface with your thumb.
"You should've just told me, babe."
"It's so dumb, though?" He furrows his brows, mainly at himself.
"Nothing is dumb. Whatever hurts you, hurts me. We're in this together, remember? We're on the same team. I just need you to communicate and be honest, like you always tell me. Okay? I'll do anything to fix it and make it better. I'm your safe space like you are mine."
"I know." He leans into your touch before placing a soft kiss to your palm. "I'll do better."
"We have our bad days and that's okay. It won't make me love you any less. Tell me if you need space or if you need anything from me. I want you to be happy and comfortable."
"I know."
"Okay. And I'm sorry about the food run. I promise I'll keep my end of it next time."
"Wasn't your fault, baby. Nothing could have prevented that." You give him a tiny, toothless smile before kissing the tip of his nose.
"Are we okay?" He nods.
"I'm so sorry. I didnât mean to make you feel that way.â He repeats before leaning in to peck you on the lips. He holds the kiss before parting and looking you in the eye, brushing the hair away from your face. He dips in for another kissâ this time, it's deeper. More passionate. His hand comes down to the small of your back as he presses against you, slipping his tongue in to fight for dominance against yours. The kiss is so full of love and neediness, but there's no push or pressure to make anything out of it.
So, Yunho continues to kiss you. Pushing up against you ever so slightly while parting from your lips to leave a trail across your jaw.
Your chin.
Your neck.
Back up to your lips.
He loves the way you softly sigh in content, listening to him repeatedly whisper 'I love you' against your lips. Into your neck. Across your jaw. He loves the way you gently bite onto his bottom lip as a way of asking for more. He loves the way your fingers tug on the ends of his hair, the way you press your lips against his cheek, forehead, nose. The way you caress his cheeks and never let him go.
It's amongst the many on his list of favorite things.
He continues to coo you and praise you in between kisses throughout the night, smiling while hearing your giggles and smothering you with more kisses until you find yourself getting sleepy. He holds you close and sings a soft lullaby, playing with your hair as you drift off to sleep with the cutest smile on your face. He canât help but admire you, fighting the exhaustion thatâs been hitting him all week for a little longer. He fights it until he canât anymore but fuck it, itâs all worth it.
Because sitting at the very top of his favorites list is you.
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my summer of you ⥠part one
â - - - - Â part 1 , part 2 Â - - - - Â inspo track â till there was you
synopsis: being sent to your grandparents for the summer was supposed to be a punishment, but when you came face-to-face with your neighbor, you knew itâd be quite the opposite.
      | đŁ | pairing & wc: loser!ellie williams x neighbor!reader. wc: 4k
      | â | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, sexual themes but no smut (yet), mentions of religion, tense family relations, perv!ellie makes an appearance, mostly cute fluff moments with a tad bit of angst
a/n: iâve literally wrote and rewrote so many different fic ideas, it actually was driving me insane. but finally hereâs something iâm somewhat satisfied with. this will be a 2 part series so no crazy long wait, and ofc there will be smut. lollipop bit was definitely inspired by the movie hot summer nights except gay and no timothee chalamet jump scare. love you all dearly âĄ~ lola
Your 2 vintage suitcases, bursting at the seams, fell to the sidewalk with a thud as you stood in front of your new home for the summer. It was an older house with light blue paneling on the sides, an expansive green lawn, and a wrap-around porch, all surrounded by a classic white picket fence.
Bolting out the front door was the most eager old woman youâd ever seen. Your sweet, sweet grandma. She wrapped you in the biggest embrace and the smell of old Chanel perfume and Jergens lotion overwhelmed your senses. The old woman continued crying out your name pestering you with 1,000 kisses. You erupted in a giggle, expressing the same sentiments of love.
The reason for your stay was less heartwarming. After you had wrapped up your first year at university, your overbearing and uber religious parents caught wind of some of the stuff you were up to while there. In their words, you were âimpulsiveâ, âwrecklessâ, and âjust plain stupidâ. But in all actuality, you had just smoked some weed, got wasted, and hooked up with some girls.
Nothing too crazy considering it was your first year of freedom, but of course they flipped and decided banishing you to your grandparents for the summer would be best. And although you were less than ecstatic about them being angry with you, the resulting consequence left you anticipating the perfect summer. I mean come on⊠a gorgeous old house, right by the beach, home cooked meals, and no one to bother you. How could you not get excited?Â
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Soon, you find yourself strolling along hot sidewalks of the small beach town, wandering into every little place that piques your interest. The first was an antique mall. You ventured through the heaps of knick knacks, furniture, and clothes, finally landing on the sweetest tea cup. It was delicate ivory with a thinly curved handle. Painted on the front; a pair of kittens adorned in pink ribbon. You then stumbled into a 50âs themed sweets shop where you purchased a single cherry flavored lollipop which landed in your mouth as soon as you walked out the door. And finally, you came across a quaint bookshop that was practically begging for you to come inside.Â
Pushing the old wooden door open you entered, followed by a small melodic bell announcing the new presence. This caught a young individual's attention. Revealing her collection of freckles and short auburn hair, the girl looked up from behind the mahogany counter to greet you. The employee's smile was adorably toothy and the evening sun leaking through the windows made her practically glow. Your eyes remained locked on the girl's face for a little longer than youâd like but it was worth every second.Â
Candy in hand, you toured the towering shelves of tattered books and baskets of old magazines, not really knowing what you were looking for. And still considerably distracted by the dreamy woman manning the front desk. That is until a loud creak of the floorboards stole you from your reverie and left you face to face with the culprit of these thoughts.
âHi- uh, did you need help finding anything today?â she questioned, giving you a slow look up and down.
âHmm Iâm not sure yet,â you took a long pause to regain a little sense of decorum, âGot any recommendations for me Ellie?â Her eyes went wide in confusion before you gestured to the silver plate pinned to her shirt, pointing out the obvious. âYour nametag hun.â
âOh, rightâ she looked down sheepishly at the pet name, âUmmm let me thinkâŠâ Her voice trailed off again and you popped the sticky, red lollipop back in your mouth to fidget with as she took a beat to think. After compiling a few books in her mind Ellie opened her mouth to speak but god was it hard. Your intent sucking had her in a trance.
âI think you-youâd probably- likeâŠâ Ellie wanted to keep talking, she really did, but your plump lips engulfing the red little ball was extremely distracting. She watched as your spit pooled at the upturned corners of your mouth and coated the hard candy. Every thought she had left her except what her lips would look like wrapped around something else. You took note as her pupils slowly dilated at the simple action and decided to have some fun with the awkward girl who youâd obviously left in a trance.
âDid you want a taste?â Ellie took some hard blinks in disbelief and some reproach, not realizing how conspicuous her stares must have been.
âUh- like of yourâŠâ She pointed and you hummed in confirmation, holding the thin white stick at its base, hovering the candy just inches from her mouth.Â
âCome onnn, I donât bite⊠not unless you want me to.â Ellieâs quick and hot breaths of anticipation tickled the little hairs on your knuckles and you knew exactly what you were doing to her. Eventually she dove into your sweet offer. First with a flat tongue, then her whole mouth closing in on it. The crimson disappeared into her cavity and you twisted at the stick connected, sending an odd sensation across Ellieâs tongue. You quickly snatched it back out and plumpted it back in between your own red stained lips, leaving the girl a flustered mess.
âSo what about that book?â you inquired, voice laced with a preformative innocence.Â
She shook her head to focus, âUh- right, how about The Bell Jar? Sylvia Plath?â
âThatâs actually perfect. Itâs been on my list for months now. Which shelf?â
âIf you want⊠I uh, actually have a copy that you can borrow for free.â
âActually yeah, Iâd love that. Thank you.â You gave Ellie a warm smile that sent millions of butterflies through the pits of her stomach, and honestly yours too. She then disappeared to the back with a flash of her green eyes before returning holding a small book bursting with colored tabs.
âHere- I like to annotate,â she chuckled bashfully, âI hope you donât mind.â
âEven better.â Ellie blushed at every word you spoke, sending a nervous hand back to scratch at her neck. âWell, thank you for this. I do have to get home but um- I promise to return it as soon as Iâm done.â You shook your clasped hands at her like a praise and departed leaving nothing but a trace of your luscious perfume.
Ellie remained awestruck, replaying that whole scenario back again and saving it for later. Selfishly she wished for you to finish the book in just one night. She couldn't help but miss your pretty face already. And after being the only thing on her mind for the rest of the night, she wasnât sure how long she could wait to see you again.Â
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That evening after Ellieâs shift she retreated to her bedroom with plans to remove you from her thoughts. Controller in hand, she maneuvered through some first person shooter game but lost every round due to her lack of focus. This was frustrating and she went to light some incense hoping to clear her head with a different approach. The brown, bergamot scented stick caught fire before cherrying at the end leaving a trail of smoke behind. Ellie followed it with her eyeâs, gaze passing by her window and quickly retreating back as she spotted something out of the ordinary.
The neighbor's familiar window positioned right across from her own was usually shrouded in curtains, hiding the empty bedroom. But today she could see right in, and even better, there was someone just behind the glass. She inched in closer to get a better look and watched as the girl lay on her bed, ass up, feet kicking in the air. Ellie assumed she was talking on the phone from observing her bouts of giggles, but it was hard to tell. Even harder to decipher was who this mystery woman was. Every little mannerism felt oddly familiar and it was driving Ellie crazy. Could you just get off the phone already and turn around?
Yes, you. Who eventually wrapped up the call with your best friend where you had spent 30 minutes gushing about the 5 minute interaction you had with Elllie. âI just have to have her!â you raved through the telephone line, âin fact, I neeeddd her!!âÂ
Night had completely fallen at this point and as so you rolled out of your lying position and peeled off your shirt to change into pjs. You did it right in front of the window too, unknowingly giving Ellie a show.Â
Next door, the girl's jaw was slack and bottom lip red from her harsh bite. Ellie stared lustfully at your soft seeming skin and gorgeous curves. After getting a better glimpse of your face she knew exactly who you were. And once your top started coming off there was no chance she was looking away now. That is⊠until she got caught.
As soon as you saw a flash of freckles across the way you dashed to the window almost getting a rug burn from the maneuver. With tits out, (well in a sheer lace bra, so practically out) you slide open the white trimmed aperture and give Ellie the most eager wave, shouting her name along with it. The girl could barely pull herself together as she hesitantly opened up her own window. Was Ellie about to get exiled for being a perv or were you feeling forgiving tonight?
âEllie?! What the fuck?? Didnât think Iâd be seeing you so soon!!â You shouted with excitement like a child on Christmas.
âHi-â she halted her greeting, âwait, I donât even know your name.â
âOh, itâs ____â
âSâpretty name⊠Iâm glad to see you again.âÂ
âOh I bet you are. Saw you watching me change Els.â Really you didnât mind, but something about teasing her got you off.
âFuck- no, no. I- I wasnât trying to, just was getting a better look to see if it was actually you. Please donât be mad, I really am sorry!â You had left her a stuttering mess.
âNo need to say sorry,â with a bat of your eyelashes you eased her worries, âyou liked what you saw⊠right?âÂ
The girl squirmed, âUhhâŠâ
âItâs okay, you can say yes Ellie.â And she quickly did, making the cockiest smirk grow on your face. But, you werenât an easy girl and you planned to tantalize Ellie with subtle passes until the both of you could hardly resist. So you quickly retreated, wishing Ellie a good night before sealing the window and swiping the curtains shut.Â
The girl was left a hot mess after it all but trust and believe she had a good night. One with her hands between her thighs and your newly learned name falling from her lips.
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The next morning you catch the emerald-eyed girl outside mowing her lawn and take this as the perfect opportunity to play some more mind games.
Slipping into the skimpiest bikini you could find, you scampered into the front yard âto tanâ. The green lawn tickled the bottoms of your bare feet before you laid out a red and white striped towel to lounge on. Stomach down, facing towards Ellie, the sun beamed on the expanse of your back. Heart shaped sunglasses hugged your face and shielded your eyes as you admired the pretty girl.
She was dressed in some long cut-off jorts and a black wifebeater tank. A newly lit cigarette hung from her mouth carelessly. You loved the way her pec would flex with each push and pull of the mower. Lines of sweat racing down her arms and neck, illuminating every small vein. And god, when she tilted her head up to exhale a puff of smoke, it drove you wild.Â
Your presence had not gone unnoticed though and neither had your cherry printed swim bottoms that were riding up your cheeks. Ellie continued mowing the lawn but was essentially butchering it, too busy staring at you out of her peripherals. She continued passing over the same barren spots of grass over and over, trying to get a better look of the angel laying just on the other side of the fence.
Sheâd pause mid push every time youâd reposition yourself just so she could see the little recoil of fat that was your plush thighs and heart shaped ass. Her cigarette had yet to leave her mouth after the first few exhales and your prompt arrival. A long build up of ash was begging to slip off the end and at this point she was just mowing little nubs. The yard was a patchy mess and so was she. This mess escalated as soon as she saw you marching to the edge of the fence straight towards her.
Approaching Ellie you planted your elbows on two white posts that stopped at your torso. You shouted out to the sweaty girl, waving her in your direction and she immediately scurried over like an obedient puppy.
âWhatcha smoking?â you questioned, causing Ellie to remember the all-ash cigarette, now between her fingers, being rid of its debris.
âShit, Iâm sorry- do you not like the smoke? I can stop, seriously.â She put out the remaining butt frantically in attempts at atonement.
âLighten up Els, I donât care if you smoke. I was just gonna ask to bum one off of you, but I only smoke Marlboros. That menthol shit gives me a headache.â She softened in relief, already pulling out a fresh one just for you.
âThatâs crazy, Iâm the same exact way. Here, itâs all yoursâ Ellie attempts to put the cigarette in your hand but you part your lips instead, requesting a different placement. She happily fulfills your request and follows with a silver, square shaped lighter. The flame catches at the end as you take a big inhale, blowing it to the side.
âThanks, you have no idea how much I needed that. Iâve been cold turkey over here at Grams. Couldnât even sneak a smoke from her either, she swears by Newports. Truly disgusting if you ask me.â You rolled your eyes, rambling on about your stay and Ellie just listened. She tried piecing together your story from the little tidbits you mentioned but still struggled to understand how you ended up here.
âSo youâre just staying with your grandparents for the summer?â
âYeah pretty much.â you answered nonchalantly.
âHow come though? Iâve never seen you here until now. Trust me, I wouldâve noticed a pretty girl like you.â she blushed.
âOh yeah? You think Iâm pretty?â you taunted, completely ignoring the question at hand. You werenât sure how ready you were to spill those beans yet. Ellie gave off such an awkward loser vibe that left you questioning how much of you the girl could really handle. I mean, it seemed like you were already too much for your own parents and beginning to piss off the elders too. And speak of the devil, they arrived home just in time to steal you from Ellieâs company.Â
âBabygirl, what are you doing bothering the neighbors?â your grandma called out, making you turn all hot and embarrassed in front of Ellie. Up until now you had managed to keep up the perfect cool girl vibe. The thought that Ellie might not be enjoying this as much as you perceived had never even crossed your mind. But now that it had, your confidence was knocked down a notch.Â
âGrams-â You turned to excuse her politely but were cut off before you even got the chance.
âIs that a cigarette young lady?âÂ
âUmm.. yesâŠâ you hesitated before swiftly putting it out on one of the wooden posts.
âNow where did you get a thing like that?â she prodded, arms crossed. Your eyes glanced over to Ellie but you decided to lie, knowing how your grandparents would react. Youâd rather get into trouble than risk losing access to your new favorite girl.
âI swear it was just rolling around in one of the dresser drawers upstairs. I shouldnât have taken it, but I did and Iâm really really sorry. Please can we not mention this?âÂ
The old woman took a beat to consider your request, âFine. But hand it over, I need a smoke, the ladies over at bingo this morning were driving me absolutely crazy.â You passed over the cigarette and thanked her and the heavens for sparing you. If your parents found out about any more wrong doings, you knew youâd be done for good, and deep down you believed that Grams had recognized the same threat.
Just over the fence, Ellie had witnessed the whole thing and was left even more intrigued. All this over a cigarette? Mention what to who? But just as she was exiled out of the conversation, Ellie was quickly brought back in.
âSo hun, you seem pretty handy if Iâm not mistaken.â
âUh, yes maâam I guess I am.â Ellie fidgeted, not sure where this conversation was going. Hoping not to get scorned by the wrath you had brought on from the whole cigarette debacle.Â
âWell, weâve got a couple of loose fence posts around the perimeter. Iâve been pleading with my husband to get it done but the old fart can hardly handle walking the block, let alone hard manual labor. You think you could help us out? Iâll give ya 50 bucks for it.â Ellie looked at your grandma, then you, and back to Grams again.Â
âSure, but I donât need your money. Iâll happily do it free of charge.â
âWell mighty me, thank you very much!â your grandma elated, nudging at you to give thanks as well. You smiled at the girl and then mouthed a little sorry, feeling bad for wrapping her up in all of this. She waved you off, not thinking twice about her choice to help out. Anything to get closer to you, right?
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That evening you stood in the kitchen, occasionally grabbing out a bowl or passing over an ingredient as your grandma fixed dinner. You sipped from a tall, clear glass of lemonade and looked through the window hoping to catch a glimpse of Ellie in action.Â
Noticing your staring, Grams spoke up, âWhy donât you go bring the girl some lemonade to cool off, yeah? In fact, go on ahead and invite her to dinner since she refuses to be paid. Got to say thank you somehow.â Your heart skipped a beat imagining the beautiful girl sat at the dining table.
It was almost scary, every interaction youâd had so far was just casual flirts in passing. This would be the real deal and on top of it, your grandparents would be right there with you. Very, very scary. But there was no arguing this one, so out you went with an endearing proposal and a freshly poured glass of lemonade, all for Ellie.
âHere, I got this for you. Itâs homemade.â You ushered the cup forwards to sweaty Ellie and she gratefully accepted with a thank you. You then awkwardly popped the question.
âSooo⊠my grandparents want me to invite you over for dinner. As a thank you.â Ellie looked up from her work again trying to read your tone.
âDo you want me over for dinner?â
âYeah, yeah of course I do. Itâs just, you know how it is with family.â You kicked at some dirt that was loosened by the yard work, voiding Ellieâs gaze. Itâs not like you didnât want to see her but how could you trust your grandparents to keep up the mystery. Flirting felt so easy when all the vulnerable parts of yourself had yet to surface.
âI donât have to come if you donât want me to. Iâd hate to cause any problems.â You quickly backpedaled, afraid she might take your words the wrong way.Â
âNo, no, not at all. Please. Come. I want you there.â
âOkay, then I will be. Let me finish up out here, take a quick shower, and Iâll be over.âÂ
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Ellie had taken 30 minutes to come back, making it just in time. 20 of those minutes were spent just rummaging through clothes and messing with her hair, too nervous to think about punctuality. She wanted to look good for you, and even more she wanted to impress your family.Â
At Ellieâs arrival you opened the door dressed in the shortest little sundress. The pale yellow complimented your skin just perfectly and Ellie wanted to tell you so bad but nerves got the best of her. All she could do was smile and turn 5 different shades of red, matching the rust colored Dickieâs and loose button up shirt that adorned her figure.
âWell, well, well⊠donât you clean up nice?â You poked at Ellieâs right arm and she humored you with a shy laugh before putting her head down to shield from embarrassment. Ellie had always been somewhat of a loser but never had she ever met a girl that could leave her this much of a mess with just a few words.Â
You then led her into the dining room, both of you taking a seat across from Gram and Gramps at the other end of the table.Â
âWeâre so happy we could have you over for supper Ellie. I know we donât mingle much but your father and you have always been such good neighbors.â Your grandpa gushed as Grams nodded along but there was a slight lull before Ellie actually responded. Maybe the mention of her dad? You werenât sure.
âWell, thank you for having me. Itâs always nice to have some company around here.â There was something regretful in her eyes as she said it but the conversation quickly progressed past the moment, leaving you curious for the rest of the night.Â
âSo howâs school been going for you?â the pair asked.
âItâs been really good. Going into my second year actually.â Ellie answered, putting it simply as she knew this was all formalities and small talk. Even you were beginning to get a little bored with the dry conversation. So you decided to spice things up for the both of you, sliding off your strappy sandals to see how far you could take a game of footsies.Â
âOh wow! ____ is too! Whatâs your major?â Gramps continued. Your bare foot slid over to Ellieâs beat up sneakers waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.Â
âIâm an en-â Her voice cut out as you creeped up the edge of her pants, rubbing on her exposed ankle. She coughed trying to recover, âIâm an engineering major.â You had to bite the inside of your cheek to not let out an audible laugh.
âHow wonderful!â Grams enthused, blissfully unaware. Having too much fun, you then slid your hand a chair over to drag down Ellieâs thigh and felt as she tensed up.
The conversation continued at a steady pace and you removed your hand, not wanting to take things too far. Unexpectedly Ellie grabbed it, moving your limb back to its place and keeping her own hand rested on top. A big move considering just minutes ago she couldnât even muster up the courage to compliment your dress.
You took this as permission to proceed and a simple resting hand turned to a grabby one, gripping at her inner thigh. Teasing the girl to incomparable lengths. She eventually followed in suit, slipping a few fingers under the hem of your dress just slightly before shying away at the dinner's conclusion. And even with such little touch, you were still absolutely soaking.
If only your grandparents knew what was going on under the table.
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Hello what about "my job is to watch your back" sentence with Joel
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a/n: i am a sucker for a man being protective of the one they love, but make that man joel and i am GONE. he's so perfect for this line. so i did my best to make it short and sweet. thanks for dropping this line in my inbox, because it sparked so much inspo. also apologies for taking forever on this. it wound up getting lost into the void of my drafts. the divider is by the incredible @saradika.
summary: you needed to protect him as much as he needed to protect you. the only problem was...joel believed he didn't need caring for. he didn't need protecting.
word count: 0.9k+
pairing: joel miller x reader
warnings: not explicit, angst, a tad bit of arguing, joel being stubborn, reader giving him a taste of his own medicine, passion, tension, feelings.
You heard him outside of the room before he even entered. The familiar thud of his boots on the hardwood floors, echoing through the hallway as he finally returned home for the night. Although you couldnât classify this shitty apartment as a home, you knew that he did. If the small butterfly he taped to the window was anything to go by.
Shutting your eyes, you tried to give off the idea that you were asleep, letting him know to be quiet when he finally walked through the door. But you knew he had other things in mind. After weeks of fighting him on your ideas about leaving the QZ on a small run, you finally decided to go it alone. Meeting with smugglers, whose names you didnât bother to learn and trading things you couldnât remember. All you cared about was that they could get you what Joel needed the most; a small car part that would finally let the truck run smoothly without issues.
In all fairness, you did try to get back before he noticed, but it took a day longer than you anticipated. Only seven hours ago you found yourself trapped in a room, hiding from three infected, silently wishing that you had said goodbye to Joel. Maybe if you stayed a bit longer in bed, partook in one more languid kiss that would have resulted in him pressing you into the mattress, you wouldnât have found yourself in this situation.
But thatâs not how life worked.
âWhat the fuck were you thinking?â His words were a low guttural growlâthe anger practically bleeding into the air around you.
âJoelââ
âYou went out alone?â he spit, standing over you as you tried not to disappear into the couch.
Averting your gaze, you felt your body fill with guilt. âI made it back alive okay?â
He let out a breath, eyes blazing with a rage youâd only seen directed at other people. âBullshit.â
âItâs not bullââ
âAnd the infected that found you?â he snapped.
You didnât want to relinquish yourself to an argument that would lead nowhere. Youâd already had it out with him enough to know how this would play out. Heâd stay pissed for a few days. The anger of almost losing you overtaking his anger that you left, and then things would settle back into their usual routine. Both of you avoiding the tension in the room, both of you terrified to say what this actually was.
Standing, you tried to side step him, but the tight grip he clasped around your arm kept you near him. Unable to run from this. He was tired of watching you flee, tired of ignoring the blatantly obvious truth.
Your eyes met his sorrow prominent in the brown you found you couldnât live without. âIt wasnât a problem,â you said, hoping that the nonchalance seeped through your wordsâhiding your fear.
It didnât.
âDonât do that.â
You looked away. âDo what?â
âAct like your life isnât important.â
His words struck you in the chest, and for a brief second you wondered if perhaps you pushed him too far. This life was dangerous. You knew that going in that you would give more than you got. When all is said and done, nothing but an unmarked spot in the ground would be your end. But you understood that. Yet shouldering what you had to do without question felt like you had a rock in your stomach at all times.
You might have been able to accept your unimportant ending.
Joel wouldnât.
âItâs true.â
He stiffened, eyes narrowed at the blank expression you painted across your face. âDarlinâââ
Releasing a breath, you faced him head on, the fear ebbing away slowly. âIâm not here to be important Joel. Iâm here to survive until I canât anymore. Isnât that the whole fucking point of this life?â You tried to stop the hot tears that stung your eyes, but they fell anyway. A piece of the vulnerability you refused to show him. âImportance flew right out the window the second that first bite happened.â
âLook at me.â His words were gentle, touch soft against your face as he turned you towards him. âYouâre a whole lot more important than you know.â
You scoffed. âNo need to lie.â
âI ainât lyinâ.â He stepped closer, caging you against his bodyâhis hands cupping your head. âYou left and I lost my mind.â âJoelââ
âMy job is to watch your back.â He let out a shaky breath, emotions he struggled to keep back now shoving their way forward. Until he had no choice but to show you the broken bits you managed to string together delicately since he met you. âIf I canât protect youâŠâ His lips brushed across yours, forehead a soft press against yours. âIâve got nothinâ.â
Clutching onto his jacket you felt your heart twist violently, threatening to take you under the dangerous waves of pain. âThatâs my job too Joel. Whoâs gonna protect you?â
âI donât needâŠâ He inhaled sharply when your lips pressed to his, fingers digging into the top of his chest, until he swore he felt your fingerprints branded into his fucking heart.
âDonât bullshit me Miller. Everyone needs protecting.â
Joel didnât know when he started to grin, when you brought back his lost smile, but it happened. Maybe the day he met you or even a month ago, but there he wasâŠsmiling like a hopeless fool. Life had gone to shit, the world wasnât livable anymore, but he had you. To himâŠthat was enough to live for, on days when he felt the weight of the world begin to suffocate the last bits of breath out of him.
âAlright,â he murmured, thumb running along your jaw. âYou protect me darlinâ and Iâll protect you.â
âDeal.â
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it was late at night (you held on tight)
| alessia x reader | hurt/comfort | 2.4k | disclaimer: slight mention of heavy topics- read at your own discretion! | a/n: based of this and another ask (that i lost). got it a while ago, inspo struck now, yenno the drill- i do reqs eons after they're sent in. to the anon that req'd it, it's not the most angst to fluff but i hope it's fine? space song just radiates h/c vibes and so yeah...anyways, happy reading folks!
âit was late at night, you held on tight from an empty seat, a flash of light it will take a while to make you smile somewhere in these eyes, iâm on your side" "tender is the night for a broken heart who will dry your eyes when it falls apart?â
~~~
Some nights were good.Â
The type of good where breathing came easy.Â
Where the air was light, the stars bright.
Nights where friends felt like family, a house a home.Â
Dark hours where light shone easily, mind at peace.Â
Nights where everything felt okay- good even- for a short while.Â
However, tonight? Tonight unfortunately was not one of those nights.
Not when all you could do was sit in the corner of your living room, knees hugged to your chest, eyes trained on your window as you stared at the light-polluted sky.Â
Not when all you tried to do was figure out if any one of the stars in the sky was staring down at you, cheering for you, once on this earth, a being, now gone.Â
Not when all you were left with was a treasure chest full of memories, ones you so desperately wished you could bury deep, deep into the ground, hopefully, slowly, eventually to be forgotten so you could move on.
Tonight was not a good night, and as you shuffled uncomfortably on the hard floor, your eyes fell on your phone settled beside you, the glaring message from a few minutes ago taunting you, it reminded you painfully so.Â
âAre you okay?â
It had to be criminal, the way she knew you so well.Â
Three texts you hadnât responded to throughout the day and bam, the guess that you werenât okay.Â
Youâd call her overprotective if she wasnât right, but she was, and you didnât know what to do.Â
Hovering over the send button, your eyes traced over what you had typed, having already gone back and changed it nearly four times before settling on debating whether you should send this.
The simple ânoâ that was typed out in the text box glared back at you almost pleadingly, your heart turning in your chest, the implications of the word terrifying.
You could hit send, and it would be okay. You could hit send and sheâd probably come over and it would be alright. You could. But could you really?
Because sheâd make the drive out at nearly eleven at night. Because something could happen on the way over and you wouldnât be able to forgive yourself. Because you were supposed to be strong, for fuckâs sake. You were an adult, you could handle a little bit of gloominess, right? Because you didnât need help, you were the helper. Because this wasnât fair to her, and you didnât want to be a burden- you couldnât be a burden.Â
Swallowing the lump in your throat as the small voice in your head got louder, you took ahold of your phone, bringing it up to your face.Â
You could send this, or you couldnât.Â
You could make it through the night, but sheâd make it easier.
You could be strong, but asking for help didnât make you any weak.
You could sit here and hurt, alone, but you didnât have to.
Sharply inhaling, your other hand curling into a near-painful fist, nails digging into your palm, you pressed and held the button with the arrow you promptly locked your phone, tossing it gently to the rug in front of you instantly after, the voices in your head getting just a tad bit louder with each passing minute.
Youâd be okayâŠeventually.
~~~
Itâs nearly twenty minutes later that you hear the gentle knocks ring through the apartment.Â
You make no move to get up, however.Â
In fact, you couldnât get up even if you tried.Â
Mind frozen as the consequences of your actions finally set in, all you could do was stay rooted to your spot as you heard another set of knocks ring through before the tell tale sound of a key turning in the lock reached your ears.
Head rising from where it had been resting on your arms, you stared intently at the hallway by your front door, the opening and closing of the door distinct, your breath stilling with each footstep that made its way closer towards you.
âHey?â
The soft voice floated down the hallway, the lump in your throat lessening ever so slight at the mere sound of the blonde. Yet, you couldnât muster up the courage to speak, the fact that she was here still not having sunk in.
You listened closely as Alessiaâs cautious footfalls slowly picked up pace, the worry clear in her voice as she called out again, this time more confidently.
âLove?â
Just barely finding your voice as she reached the threshold of the living room, your dark figure called out quietly, if nothing than to save her from panicking any further.
âIâm hereâŠâ
Your meek reply was accompanied by you raising your hand ever so slightly, one eye wincing as an embarrassed look crossed your face.Â
Watching ashamedly as Alessia raked her eyes over your figure, you awkwardly lowered your hand as she stepped towards you.
You waited for her to question you. To question the three texts you had missed earlier. To question why your apartment was bathed in darkness. Why you were on the floor.
You waited for the questions. You waited for the disappointment.Â
You waited only for it to never come.Â
Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you stared, mouth agape, as she silently made way to sit beside you, an arm coming to rest on your shoulder as she stretched out her long legs.
You wouldnât know it, but you looked like a wreck. The way your hair was unruly, tangles clear as strands flew in every which direction.Â
Tear stained cheeks just barely visible in the dim light shining from the window. The way your knees were tucked to your chest made you look tiny, both combining easily to wordlessly convey that you needed a little bit of extra love today.Â
It was why Alessia silently made way to sit beside you, ignoring the questions running rampant in her mind.
Letting her emotions make the calls, she quietly let her heart speak, the arm resting on your shoulders gently bringing you closer to her, your head now leaning on her shoulder.Â
It seemed like the right move too, with the way you immediately sighed at the contact, tension deflating ever so slightly as you let yourself rest, revelling in the tender care.
And itâs how the pair of you sat, leant up against each other, heartbeat a bit more regular, breaths a bit easier, as the sky got darker, the stars a tad bit brighter.Â
Intently watching as you slowly got more comfortable, she took note of your puffy eyes, the dark circles clear beneath them, the tired sag of your shoulders even though you both had been only sat for the past bit. It was clear that the tiredness wasnât a day to day type of exhaustion, and that worried her the most.Â
This wasnât you- not the normal you.Â
The normal you ran on full batteries, always- lovingly nicknamed the teamâs very own âEnergizer bunnyâ.
The normal you whose smile would light up any room, presence enough to bring a ray of light, airy positivity never too far from where youâd be.Â
The normal you that everyone got to see.
But this? The side that not many saw? Alessia wanted to make sure it was a secret for the right reasons. That it remained unknown by many because you never felt low often, because if she could, if it was in her control, sheâd make sure that a smile would permanently be on your face, effortlessly.Â
So as minutes passed, the quarter of an hour flying by, then nearly a half an hour, the pair of you didnât move, Alessia well aware that comfort was the best she could give right now.
Despite how uncomfortable the ground had gotten, the blonde didnât dare say a word, instead choosing to hide her discomfort by turning slightly towards you, arms coming to wrap around your torso and head as you two slouched slightly against the wall.
Sheâd sit her for as long as you'd need her to.
Consumed by the silence, she rubbed gentle circles into your shoulder blades, hoping the action could provide some sort of grounding presence as your breaths slowly evened, head becoming heavier as it rested, your grip on her arm loosening.Â
It was only when the clock nearly hit midnight, when the city slowly geared to a stop, did she speak- a hushed voice squeezing through the calm.Â
âDid you eat yet?â
The question had you stiffening, quickly being pulled out of your calming state into one of disdain.Â
Because of course sheâd know you werenât taking care of yourself.
Eyebrows furrowing in worry as you shook your head in response, you not meeting her gaze, the striker gently straightened, bringing you up with her.Â
âIf I make you a snack, and I promise itâll be a snack, would you have a couple bites?â
Some T&C couldnât hurt, right?
The gentle question had your stomach sinking, the thought of consuming anything in this state nearly unbearable, yet you couldnât find it in yourself to disappoint her- not after she came to check in on you.Â
Hesitantly nodding, you watched as Alessia studied you, the blonde mirroring your nods encouragingly as she began to rise from the ground, hand extended towards you, pulling you up as well.Â
Leading you to your kitchen, she helped you settle on a bar stool, foregoing the main lights and instead turning on the range lights, aware that you more likely preferred a darker setting right now. Â
Quickly making a sandwich, the blonde presented you with a plate, taking a seat beside you as her hand went to rest on your thigh in quiet reassurance.Â
Reaching for one half, so she could encourage you, the Gunner held it out expectantly, small smile on her face as she waited for you to bump yours against her.Â
Unable to keep a straight face at her antics, a small but grateful smile broke through your face, Alessiaâs mission successful. Bringing your own half up to gently knock against hers before taking a deep breath in, you watched as she eyed you whilst taking a bite out of her sandwich, gesturing at you to do the same.Â
Matching your pace, not pressuring you to eat anything you didnât want but eating with you in support, the both of you managed to slowly but surely finish, your mind already a little distracted from the spiral earlier.
You watched as Alessia gathered your dishes, tossing them in the sink to be dealt with in the morning, and quickly cleaned up the kitchen, wiping the island free of crumbs, turning off the light, and washing her hands before making her way over to you once again.Â
Intertwining your hands in the dim light from outside, she raised her eyebrows at you, a small yawn escaping her, inciting one from you.
âHow are we feeling about heading to bed?â
She pressed a quick kiss to your forehead at your quick small nods of agreement, glad that you were at least coming out of your shell a bit, a tiny but sure indicator that you were pulling out of the storm in your mind.
Leading you both to your bedroom, the other girl well familiar with your apartment and you trusting her easily to guide you, you followed compliantly.
With Alessia quickly changing into a spare set of clothes she kept at your place, and you into a pair of old shorts and an oversized t-shirt from years ago, the both of you quietly did your night time routines, never apart for more than a few seconds.
Be it brushing your teeth or as you took turns cleansing your face, the both of you were attached at the hip, you for your own sanity and the comforting aura of the taller girl, and Alessia because she felt better knowing you were okay beside her.Â
It was only when the both of you were ready to sleep did you make your way over to the bed, each going to your own respective sides, having spent the night at each otherâs place countless times before.Â
Minutes later, when youâre both settled in, cuddled up near the middle of the mattress as you lay your head on Alessiaâs shoulder, your body nearly covering hers whilst she had one arm wrapped around your waist and another running through your hair, the room bathed in near darkness save for the light that sneaked through the drawn curtains, you let yourself break gently, the comfort of her arms safe.
Silent tears leaving your eyes, you quickly felt them wiped away by the girl below you, the hand that was running through your hair now resting on your cheek without question, ready to catch any more tears that would fall.
Itâs in the shelter of her arms that you let the quiet words slip, the admission causing a stabbing pain in your chest as it reminded you of why life felt so bleak as of late.
âI miss themâŠâ
âI know love, I knowâŠ.â
There was a pause in the air after the hushed words, Alessia adjusting herself so that her arms came to fully encircle you, trapping you in a bubble of her warmth.
Pressing her lips to your crown, muffled words escaped her, the reassuring tone bringing you a small breath of relief, her belief in you lifting a weight off your chest.
âYouâll be okay though, soon enough, yeah? And until then, youâve got me, Iâm on your side.â
Nodding surely at that statement, not a doubt in your mind that the blonde would always be there for you, like you would for her, you let your grip tighten, the silent thank you easily spoken as you let the tiredness and warmth take over you.
Alessiaâs presence making even the worst of nights a little easier, a tad bit more bearable, you let yourself drift off into a dreamless sleep, well-aware you were in safe hands.Â
Early in the day, or late at night, you knew that at the end of the day, she would be there in an instant to dry your eyes, and you loved her more than ever for it.
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Hiii đ«¶đ» hope this gives you inspo! How about this prompt âsimply just holding them, doing that little rocking thing too omgâ with Alec where you had a bit of a bad day and just need him to hold you đ„ș
hard day đđ Ś
Û« alec volturi x reader
warnings: none!!
a/n: here you go sweet girl!!! i hope you enjoy it!!! (thank you for giving me the motivation to write, i made this extra fluffy for you đ€Čđ)
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Silent footsteps drew closer, going completely unbeknownst to you as you slept soundly, snuggled up in the silky sheets of your bed. A moment later you felt cool hand gliding down your back, coming to rest at the base of your spine and massaging a soft rhythm into the skin.
âSweetface?â
You groaned at the loudness of his voice, the feel of his coldness seeping through your sleep shirt and attempted to snuggle deeper into your own warmth, though he immediately pulled you onto your back to admire your face. Alec frowned when you let out another noise - this one more akin to a whine. He shifted to sit against the headboard, pulling you over onto his lap and cradling you bridal style against his chest.
âWhatâs the matter, baby?â Squinting up at him, you noted the soft look in his eyes, the little pout of his lips as he spoke to you, dropping an octave in favour of your little warning noises. Hearing his soft voice managed to settle you a little, a deep pout working its way onto your face as you lifted your hands to drag across your eyes and tugging at the sensitive skin rather roughly. Alec cupped your hands in his own, pulling them away with a deeper frown.
âI just had a bad dayâŠâ You whimpered rather pathetically, feeling a tad dramatic despite the impact of stress building inside of you and making your head hurt. âand now my head hurts.â
You felt one of Alecâs hands release your own, his touch drifting up to brush the hair away from your forehead lovingly. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he rested a hand against your skin, feeling the way your body had begun to burn up in response your hectic thoughts. His touch created the illusion of an ice pack on your pulsing headache, and you immediately moved closer to hold it there with a sigh of relief. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your nose. âMy sweet girl.â
He kept his hand resting against your forehead, though he had now subtly began to rock you back and fourth. With a sleepy mumble, your hands came up to play with the crest which dangled elegantly around his neck, tracing the delicate lines and little details with complete tranquility. Alec spoke again after a moment of silence.
âIs this okay?â You hum in response, opening your eyes to watch him softly. âDo you need anything else?â
âIâm okay- I just want you to hold meâŠâ
He smiled down at you, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then your nose. A sweet little giggle left your lips, and Alecâs smile widened completely as he zoned in on it. It was music to his ears every time he managed to pull one from you and he happily basked in the noise.
He pulled you even closer (if that were even possible) and you immediately snuggled your head into his collarbone. Completely content surrounded by the soft scent of your mate - that paired with the strong hold he had you in and the soft rocking motion, you barely felt the pent up emotion of the day wash away, mind finally at ease and ready for sleep to overcome you. Happily in love with your mate.
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Hi there! Youâre stuff is always sooo good! I saw your post asking for some inspo.
What if Arthur has a special night planned with the reader, but he has a bunch of tasks to do before he is free to meet her? The whole day goes from one bad job to then next, and all he wants to do is meet her later for this perfect night. And when he finally gets to the hotel where heâs supposed to meet her, heâs filthy, banged up, and exhausted. He has lost almost all his money that he needed to treat her to a perfect night by the time he gets there.
How would it go from there?
Simple Nights Spent Together
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!Reader
Summary: Reader wants Arthur to understand that every time they get to spend with him is precious :)
fluffy little good night story, thanks for the request!
1100 words, less than 10 minutes reading time
Arthur slowly opened the door to the hotel room he knew youâd to be in. This was the same room the two of you always occupied whenever you managed to snatch a few precious moments away from camp, often for some undisturbed intimacy. But today turned out slightly different than normally. The day didn't really go according to plan and now Arthur felt like he had failed you. Before he gave the door a final push, he looked at himself. Dirty, knuckles stained with dried blood and a bad conscience that the guy who shot and hit his satchel got away with it. It had been a grim realisation that hit him a tad too late, when he discovered the gaping hole in his satchel. His money and a collection of other possessions that had accumulated were now lost somewhere on the sprawling prairie.
The door wasnât fully open yet, but Arthur hesitated.
"Y/N?", he whispered. The tone of his voice was enough to suggest that something wasnât right. You had grown restless over the past hour, because the time you had agreed upon was long past and you had feared the worst. So as soon as you saw the door open and heard his voice, you discarded the book you had been reading and sat up.
"Finally! You okay?", you walked to the door, doing Arthur the service of opening it fully and letting him in. His shame would've probably prevented him to do so.
"'m really sorry...", he mumbled, not even looking you in the eyes. You didn't answer, still busy with scanning him for serious injuries, though glad you found none. Arthur took off his head to fiddle it awkwardly between his fingers, revealing his unkempt hair.
"Nothing to be sorry for, I can see that you've been held up", you offered a little smile before standing on your tiptoes and planting a peck on the cheek.
"I wanted to go clean myself up first, but I didn't wanna be any later than I already was...", for some moments, Arthur had even considered not turning up at all, but he knew the consequences of this would have been you worried sick for the entire night.
You helped Arthur out of his coat: "That's okay. Go get a bath now, I'll stay awake and wait."
"Yes, Ma'am", Arthur said unironically. He was about to walk out when he stopped. Holding up his butchered satchel. He would have to ask you for money. He turned around, his cheeks blushing in shame.
"Oh no! What happened!", you immediately took the satchel and looked at the damage. It felt light, the hole was big enough to drain it of most its contents.
"Bullet hit it..."
"Is your journal-"
"Had it in my saddle bag", Arthur explained briefly, "I-uhm...do ya have some change on ya?"
You gave him a couple of dollars without hesitation: "I'll get it fixed first thing tomorrow, I promise. Oh and-", Arthur had started to walk off, "Have you eaten?"
"Iâm not hungry", Arthur replied, accompanied by a dismissive wave of his hand. 'Not hungry' was a subtle code for 'I haven't eaten all day, but please don't bother for me'. But of course, you did. The lamb chops you got from the saloon were done and you had carried them to the room only a minute before Arthur returned, his damp hair slicked back.
"Yer really shouldn't have...", Arthur commented when he saw the loaded plate and two bottles of beer.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I planned on eating that alone...", you grinned as Arthur approached you and gave you a quick kiss. He smelt pleasantly like soup, though the clothes he wore still gave the familiar odour of soil and pines. Arthur had tasted the meat that on your lips â apparently you had tried some â and sat down willingly. Eagerly, he finished the plate.
His shoulders were slouched, and you could tell by how slowly he blinked that he was exhausted and ready for some sleep.
"'m real sorry, darlin'...", Arthur sighed, "I really had something different planned for tonight than just sleeping..."
Arthur was hinting at some fun and intimacy, but you weren't even a little bit disappointed that none of this would be happening.
"Arthur", you leaned forward as your lips curled into a soft smile, "This is the perfect night."
The man looked at you like you were telling a stupid joke.
"Firstly...", you started and handed him a wet rag to clean his hands which glistened in fat, "you're alive. Can't take that for granted in this line of work, so this alone makes it a good night."
Then you helped him out of his clothes which he wouldn't need for sleeping: "Secondly, you're here. You came. You had a horrible day, I can tell. But you still showed up and I really appreciate that. Makes it an even better night, because we get to share a bed."
Arthur would often get this warm tingly feeling when you cared for him in this way. Not that he frequently found himself in situations where he messed up or ruined a date night, but sometimes things were out of control, and you never made him feel like you didn't understand that. Without resistance, he allowed you to guide him onto the pillow, his whole body sinking into the bed in the process. With pleasure, he watched as you crawled on top of him. He just barely managed to lift his hands to place them on your hip.
"And lastly", you pressed a light kiss onto his cheek, "Do you have one healthy arm to spare?"
Arthur didn't understand this question, shooting you a quizzical look before checking out his arms: "Both of them lookin' fine to me."
"And now if you, Mr. Morgan, have at least one of those arms to spare for me tonight, so I might rest my head on them instead of the pillow, since I much prefer your arm, I'd call this a perfect night", you called out in a theatrical matter, before falling onto the mattress next to him and resting your head on his arm.
Arthur chuckled warmly, pulling you into an embrace. "You sure are something...", he mumbled.
"Most of all I'm just happy to have you", you replied, snuggling up to him.
A contented sigh escaped Arthurâs lips. If he werenât so tired, he might have found the words to express what he felt. It was the sentiment that it was his turn to express how privileged heâs to have you. Â
"You know", Arthur whispered, his words slurred by the tiredness that washed over him, "I'm gonna make up for all of it tomorrow." He placed a suggestive kiss on your neck.
"Looking forward to it", you answered softly, well aware that sleep will claim you both in a few moments.
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Watching the Sunset Together
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Character(s): Rolan
Type of Request: NPC Winter Event Thingy
Note(s): I literally saw this post earlier today and decided I wanted to write drabbles/oneshots (whatever I have inspo with at the time) for various characters. Except I wanted to specifically do it for NPC's.
Since this is so very last minute, I'm only really seeing what NPC's you guys want to see stuff for and if I think it fits (or if I vibe with the NPC) then I'll choose which of these days to write for them. I went with Rolan for number 1 because I love him dearly and this idea came very easily to me.
If there was one thing Rolan could say he loved about Ramazith's Tower, it would be the view. Standing outside the tower and looking down at the city below him, seeing how small everything looks from this height, it really puts things into perspective. Not only that, but seeing the ocean of the docks in the distance and watching the sun begin its descent over the water gave him a sense of calm, of peace.
"Well, it was peaceful," Rolan says aloud, an amused smile on his face when he hears the noise of the portal behind him.
He half expects it to be one of his siblings, mainly Lia, wanting to try one of the "weird Wizard things" in the tower. When he glances back, there's a pleasantly surprised look in his eyes as he sees you.
"And what brings you here? Was my illusion downstairs still no fun?" He asks, smiling a bit as he remembers the conversation you've both had about his little illusion and how you grew bored with making faces at it due to not getting a reaction. He had told you that his siblings say the same thing.
"Not quite, it just doesn't have the same smugness you do," you reply and Rolan rolls his eyes playfully before stepping aside on the balcony so you can join him if you want. He just barely suppresses the happy smile when you do stand next to him. Rolan makes sure his damned tail is coiled around his leg so it doesn't go to yours.
"Oh? Then what brought about this visit?" He inquires, a tad curious as he tries to not be too hopeful about whatever reason you might have.
"Just decided to visit and see how you're holding up," you answer and he suppresses the contented purr that wants to pop up. You've heard his purr before and teased him for being exactly like a cat, to which he defended himself profusely before pouting. The laughter that escaped your lips afterwards almost made him purr again, not that he'd admit it.
"Busy. I've had to deal with a lot of Lorroakan's former associates. Some of them being very happy that the place is under new management while others, not so much." Rolan noticed the concerned look on your face and he gave you a teasing smile. "What? You don't think I can handle myself by now?"
"Considering what a piece of work that bastard was, you can't blame me for being worried about what his friends might be like."
"Aw, you're worried about me?" He teases more and chuckles happily when you playfully shove him in response. In the past, he might've been insulted that you worried, but now it makes his heart beat a bit faster.
"Seems you enjoy me worrying, judging by your purring." His chuckling stops momentarily as he makes a face when he realizes that at some point he did, in fact, start purring at the banter between you two. A scoff escapes him and he rolls his eyes when you start laughing this time. His "annoyance" fades easily as he takes in your happy features and how they're accented from the rays of the setting sun in the background. He has to look away to glance back out to the cityscape, glad that his skin is already red enough to hide any blushing he might be doing.
"Things have been rather peaceful lately," Rolan says, changing the subject. "It's nice being able to finally relax after everything and just look at the sunset."
He hears a contemplative hum from you and he glances over for a moment, your eyes locked on him.
"The view is rather lovely," you agree softly and he feels his heart thrum faster. A slow smile crawls onto his lips before his eyes move back to the sunset, as do yours. He's glad you don't mention his tail that has wrapped around your leg gently as he stands a tad closer to you, his eyes glancing back to you for a moment more.
"That it is."
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Part of me kinda wants to stop DMing my first and current campaign? IDK just need to vent
So, brief expo. like many, got into CR during the pandemic (mainly due to "The Legend of Vox Machina" which lead to me actually bingeing the all 3 campaigns) During which time a friend (who was in my immediate friend group but like the rest of my friend group, i didnt really feel close to) told me that he was really into CR as well. As a fresh new critter, i was stoked. Was able to share my blossoming love of CR with someone (FINALLY!) during which we both mentioned how D&D looked so much fun and that it would be really great to be able to play and ooo what if we got our friends together and played.
After which we discussed, if we did, who would be DM? Seeing as how none of our friends really played D&D our talk lead to either my friend or me and after asking the question "Which do you think you would prefer more?" It was clear i would try my hand at DMing (i like lore in games, and i like storytelling, and im a tad bit of a control freak at times, lol)
Anyway, we eventually got in touch with our close knit of friends, and though i intended to be a standard 6 we suddenly had an 8 party party (and that was with me having to tell even less close friends there wasnt room).
Feeling it would still be manageable (as there was precedent that i could pull inspo from, CR) i began planning a rough idea of a campaign and working with my friends to create their characters and running a session 0 so we were all on the same page. You know standard stuff.
-Fast Forward to current date and time-
It has its stressful moments, but i still am able to enjoy the time with my friends for the most part (though theres a lot of times were ive never felt lonelier) Which brings me to the whole point of the post, my need to vent to the void about this loneliness. Nobody really gets in touch or interacts with me at all. Not to talk about the campaign or even collab on their characters. The most i get are occasional critiques about how i could have done something better couple sessions prior and request to add another person to the 8 person party. When we have sessions, people show up late quite often, leave early quite often, have to cancel as they have other things they are doing (even though we planned and scheduled weeks prior) and even when people are there they somtimes feel like they arent always present. i already feel extremely distant from all of them as they all live closer to each other while i live on the totally opposite side of the state and theyve known each other way longer than i have, but the minimal interactions they have with me, the DM/GM of all people, just continues to add to all of it I know we all are busy with our lives, and that compared to those things D&D is really not that big of a deal or important. And i get that, it is just a game afterall, but it still manages to hit pretty hard
I've communicated my feelings through our time of this campaign, if im being honest, maybe not this indepth. I mean, its partially because i barely see or talk to them (again life gets in the way) but also because i feel extremely guilty for putting this kind of tension to something we are all supposed to be enjoying and relaxing to. Its especially painful as most recently 2 players, who said they would get in touch with me about changes possibly being being made to their characters, never got in touch in anyway shape or form, and its been about a month now? And session is in a week...i didnt even get much as a reply back. Idk, its been almost about a year now and i felt i just needed to get this out somewhere other than debating myself.
Thanks for listening tumblr.
#D&D#Dungeons and Dragons#venting#vent post#its just a game it really isnt a big deal#feels pretty lonely though#not what i was hoping for
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