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lefteagleblizzard · 3 months ago

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𝔚𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰

Mike Schmidt x male reader

Summary: Many weeks have passed since your relationship with Mike began. Every chance you got, every break from studying, you spent with the Schmidt siblings, especially on weekends. Today, in particular, the three of you spent the whole day together, which ended with Abby falling asleep in the middle of a board game she insisted on playing despite the late hour. In the process of cleaning everything up, you and Mike start asking each other some questions to get to know each other better. The situation escalated from there.

Warnings: Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike. Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Fluff. Mike can speak Spanish, translation to everything at the end (y’all, every time I watch that video on YouTube of Josh answering the web’s most searched question about him and he starts speaking in Spanish... 🥵) Smut at the end. Top Mike. Bottom reader. Table sex. Reader being called “good boy”. Handjob (M receiving). Rimming (R receiving). Anal sex.

Words count: 4500

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The weekend had arrived, bringing with it a much-needed break from college lectures and a chance to spend time with Mike Schmidt and his younger sister, Abby. The three of you had spent the day immersed in simple pleasures: watching Abby's favorite movies, preparing meals together, and even an impromptu dance party in the living room, which left Abby giggling uncontrollably.

As night fell, Abby suggested playing a board game. It was a game designed for children, colorful and straightforward, but its appeal lay more in Abby's enthusiasm than in the gameplay itself.

Mike sat back on the couch, his eyes softening as he watched you and Abby playfully argue over the rules of the board game she insisted on playing. His feelings for you had grown quickly over the past few weeks, and he often found himself marveling at how easily you fit into his life. It was a feeling that both comforted and surprised him-this natural blending of your world with his.

Mike's gaze lingered on you, noticing how you engaged with Abb, your smile genuine and warm, It was moments like these that made him realize just how much you meant to him. The thought of spending nights like this more often, with you by his side, filled him with a profound sense of happiness.

Abby seemed to relish the sight of you and Mike together, often teasing you both with exaggerated gestures of affection.

Whenever you leaned in to kiss Mike or wrap an arm around him, Abby would dramatically roil her eyes, feigning disgust in a way that only a precocious child could. "Ew, you guys are so gross" she'd declare, her face scrunched up, though the playful twinkle in her eye gave her away.

Mike enjoyed playing along with Abby's antics.

He would sometimes pause mid-kiss, turning to her with mock seriousness, "You're just jealous because he can’t resist my charm."

Abby would respond with an exaggerated gag, making you both laugh. "Ugh, please, spare me!" she'd cry, pretending to shield her eyes.

Abby's competitive spirit shone through as she took an early lead, her laughter infectious as she watched the two of you struggle to catch up.

Despite the game's child-like simplicity, you and Mike indulged her, enjoying the shared moments of joy and the occasional eye roll when she pulled off a particularly clever move.

Eventually, the day's excitement took its toll on Abby, and she gradually succumbed to sleep, leaning against Mike's side. Her soft snores were a testament to the fun filled day, and you couldn't help but smile at the scene.

He gently shifted her into his arms, carefully carrying her to her bedroom. The sight of Mike's gentle care warmed your heart, showcasing a side of him that made you admire him even more.

Once Abby was safely tucked into bed, Mike returned to the living room, with a soft sigh, he bent down and kissed you, his lips brushing against yours with affectionate warmth.

"She's out like a light," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

With the game almost cleared away, you caught the hint of reluctance in his demeanor, as if he was fighting the urge to suggest calling it a night. He wanted to savor this rare moment of togetherness, not wanting to seem like the boring type who couldn't keep up.

"Hey," you started, your voice light as you gathered some puzzle pieces into a box, "how about we play a little game while we clean up?"

Mike looked at you, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "A game? Haven't we had enough of those for one night?" he asked, his tone teasing but with an undercurrent of fatigue.

He had been running on the relentless schedule of work and caring for Abby, and the idea of simply wrapping you in his arms and falling asleep was incredibly appealing.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you continued tidying up. "Not that kind of game. I was thinking more of a question game—just you and me. We ask each other questions to get to know each other better. Nothing too serious, just...fun."

Mike hesitated, his instinctive walls coming up. You could see the reluctance in his eyes. He wasn't one to open up easily, even to someone he was dating. The thought of revealing too much too soon probably made him uneasy. But he also didn't want to seem boring or unwilling to engage with you, especially after the perfect day you had spent together. He sighed softly, then gave a small nod, agreeing to your proposal.

"Alright," he said, his voice quiet but warm, "but you go first."

You grinned, pleased that he was willing to play along. You folded up a blanket that had been tossed over the couch.

He sat on the couch and leaned back, stretching his arms with a yawn before picking up some toys scattered there that Abby has hidden in the morning.

“If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?"

Mike paused, thinking it over as he picked up the scattered game pieces from the floor. He was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. "I don't know," he finally admitted, "I've never really thought about it. I guess.. maybe somewhere quiet. A place where Abby could be happy, where she could run around safely and just be a kid without any worries. Maybe a small town by the coast. She loves the water

You smiled at his answer, not surprised that even his hypothetical dreams were centered around Abby's happiness. "That sounds nice," you said softly, picturing the scene in your mind.

"My turn," Mike said, turning to you as he finished stacking the board games. "What about you? What's something you've always wanted to do but never had the chance to"

The question caught you off guard. You hadn't expected Mike to be so direct, but it was a good kind of surprise. You thought about it for a moment before answering. "I've always wanted to go on a road trip across the country," you admitted. "Just pack up and drive, see where the road takes me. No plans, no schedules, just freedom"

Mike nodded, seeming to understand the appeal. "Your turn, champ," he said, getting comfortable on the couch while he handed you this bag where all of Abby’s toys were.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to stay alert with a tired smile.

Mike’s head was resting on one of his hands, his eyes half-closed in a relaxed state as he waited for your question.

To break the tension, or perhaps to prolong it, you quickly thought of another question to ask.

"Say something to me in Spanish."

Mike blinked, clearly surprised by the request. You had heard him mumbling to himself in Spanish once before, early one morning when he thought he was alone in the kitchen. You hadn't understood what he had said, but the sound of the language rolling off his tongue had been intoxicating. You had been craving to hear him speak in Spanish again ever since.

Mike raised an eyebrow at your request, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. A small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

Your cheeks were already flushing with anticipation.

He studied you for a moment, clearly amused by your request. Without further hesitation, he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he spoke in fluid, flawless Spanish.

"Eres un chico hermoso y perfecto," he said, the words flowing effortlessly from his lips

The way he said it, with such ease and confidence, sent a shiver down your spine. There was something undeniably hot about hearing him speak in a language you didn't fully understand, the foreign syllables carrying an air of mystery and allure.

"What... what did you just say?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mike rubbed his eyes, clearly tired but still amused by your curiosity.

“It’s a secret,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “But maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll whisper it to you again...sometime.”

Grinning, you gave a nod and smoothly took the bag from his hands. With a swift motion, you began collecting the scattered toys and papers, turning the cleanup into a playful dance.

You could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he pondered a question to satisfy his curiosity. A slow smile crept across his face, transforming into a sly grin. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “Before we got together, what’s one dirty thought you had about me?”

A rush of heat surged to your cheeks, and you instinctively placed your head on the table, shoulders shaking with a mix of laughter and embarrassment while you held tightly the bag. "Why did I invent these rules?" you groaned, half in regret and half in amusement.

Mike chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. His eyes went to esaminate the rest of the room, satisfied in seeing that there was almost nothing left. "Come on, you can't back out now. Rules are rules."

Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head, your cheeks still burning. "Fine," you said, your voice tinged with shyness. "There was this one time... you were fixing something around the house in a tank top. I don’t really remember what you were fixing, I wasn’t paying attention to that, you know? I was just watching you, and I couldn’t stop thinking about— hmph..." You paused, your voice trailing off as you hesitated.

Mike leaned in, clearly eager to hear more. "Thinking what?" he prompted, his tone encouraging.

You laughed nervously, finally relenting. "i kept making scenarios in my head of you pulling me close and kissing me. And more..."

The tension between you was almost palpable, a charged current that seemed to pulse through the room.

“For the record, I knew you were staring." He whispered softly at you before turning his back at you to pick up some shredded paper from the ground

You smiled softly at him, happy to know that the attraction you felt for him was mutual.

This game you started will end soon.

After moving around to pick up toys and scattered pieces of paper, you started to feel the heat creeping up your neck. You had been so focused on the game and the conversation that you hadn't noticed how warm it had gotten. Tentatively, and feeling a little self-conscious, you decided to take off your shirt to cool down.

You hesitated for a moment before you slowly pulled off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. You felt a little shy, your skin tingling with a mix of nerves and excitement as the cool air hit your exposed skin.

When you finally looked up, you saw Mike staring at you in awe, his gaze fixed on your chest. There was something almost reverent in the way he looked at you, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. The intensity of his gaze made your heart race, and you suddenly felt very self-aware.

He caught your eye and winked, a gesture that sent your heart racing. In a fit of playful defiance, you grabbed your shirt and threw it at him, your cheeks burning under his gaze.

Mike raised an arm to shield himself from the attack, laughing quietly as the shirt hit him squarely in the chest. His grin widened, clearly amused by your reaction. "Hey, no fair! Can't blame a guy for appreciating the view.” He protested, but the grin on his face told you he was anything but annoyed.

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, feeling both shy and bold at the same time.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was likely only a few minutes, the room was clean, and there was nothing left to distract you from the simmering tension between you. You turned to Mike, a sudden idea popping into your mind-a bold request that you weren't sure you had the courage to voice, but the thought of his hands on you was too tempting to resist.

"Hey," you began, your voice a little hesitant, "how about a reward for all that cleaning?"

Mike looked at you, intrigued. "What kind of reward are we talking about?" he asked as he leaned in slightly.

You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest as you worked up the nerve to ask. "A massage," you finally said, your voice almost a whisper. "On my back. I could use one after all that moving around."

He nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Sure," he agreed, his voice low and velvety. He rubbed his hands together, warming them up as he asked, "Where would it be more comfortable for you?"

Without overthinking it, you moved closer to him and, in a swift motion, settled yourself onto his lap, your back facing him. He let out a surprised huff, followed by a low grunt as he adjusted to your weight.

"Easy there," he murmured, clearly taken off guard by your boldness. He leaned back slightly, his hands resting on your hips. "You're getting a little too good at this teasing thing."

"Everything okay, old man?" you teased, laughter bubbling up inside you.

"You're lucky I like you," he shot back, grinning as his hands settled on your back.

Settling into Mike's lap, you felt a flutter of excitement mixed with a warmth that spread from your cheeks down to your toes.

You could sense Mike adjusting slightly, finding the right balance to support you as his hands settled onto your shoulders. The touch was gentle at first, exploratory, as if he was reacquainting himself with every curve and line of your back. His fingers pressed into the muscles at the base of your neck, drawing out a sigh from you that was part relief, part pleasure.

"You've got a lot of tension here," Mike murmured, his voice low and intimate, the kind of tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I blame you for that," you teased, your own voice barely above a whisper.

His hands moved with practiced ease, kneading the knots and tightness with a care that was both soothing and intoxicating. Each stroke of his fingers felt deliberate, a careful balance between pressure and gentleness that sent warmth spreading through your body. You couldn't help but lean back slightly, closer against him, feeling the heat of his body seep into yours.

"Comfortable?" Mike asked, his breath warm against your ear.

"Very," you replied, the word coming out more like a contented sigh. You tilted your head to the side, giving him better access, the gesture both an invitation and an acknowledgment of trust.

His hands traveled lower, fingers tracing the contours of your spine with a touch that was both firm and featherlight. You could feel the calluses on his fingertips.

Mike's fingers splayed across your lower back, his thumbs working in tandem to soothe the tension from the long day. You could feel the strength in his hands, the surety of his touch, and it made you acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies.

"You're really good at this," you murmured, the words slipping out between soft sighs of pleasure.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. "I used to give Abby back rubs when she couldn't sleep.” he replied, his voice a deep rumble that resonated in your chest.

You couldn't help but shift slightly, pressing back against him, the motion eliciting a low hum of approval from him that sent your heart racing.

"You're making this very difficult for me to concentrate."

You smiled, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "Who said I wanted you to concentrate?"

He laughed softly, a sound that wrapped around you like a favorite blanket, comforting and familiar.

You could feel your heart beating a little faster, your breath coming a little shorter, as if every cell in your body was attuned to the anticipation building between you.

Mike shifted beneath you, adjusting his position slightly, and the movement brought you even closer together, your bodies aligning in a way that was both natural and exhilarating.

You felt a surge of courage that prompted you to turn slightly, shifting so that you could see his face more clearly.

Mike met your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with an emotion that mirrored your own. There was a moment of silence before he leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was filled with an urgency that left no room for hesitation.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart, and when you opened up to him, the kiss deepened into something raw and primal.

But it was the way he moaned against your mouth that sent a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins, the sound low and rough, vibrating through your very core. The moan was muffled, almost swallowed by the intensity of the kiss, but it resonated in the pit of your stomach, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward.

And then he rotated your head slightly, his hand gripping your chin as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving over yours with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled with the effort to maintain control, and it was intoxicating, the knowledge that he was holding back for you.

His hands slid down to your waist, and he pulled you even closer, your chest flush against his as he guided your movements with ease. You could feel the hardness of him pressing against you.

He broke the kiss only to whisper against your lips, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers cascading down your spine. "My good boy," he breathed, his words a caress that resonated deep within you, leaving you yearning for more.

Mike's own breath was unsteady, mingling with yours in a symphony of shared pleasure.

As he pulled back slightly, his lips still brushing against your skin, he whispered with a husky tenderness that made your heart flutter, "Such a good boy for me.”

His mouth found its way to your neck, pressing kisses.

"Mike...”. you whispered, your voice a breathy plea, filled with a need that you couldn't quite put into words. "Speak to me... in Spanish... please."

The request hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you wondered if he would oblige. But then, his lips were at your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he began to speak, the words flowing from his mouth in a rich, rolling cadence that made your heart skip a beat.

"Eres mi chico bueno," he whispered, his voice rough and filled with a intensity that made your knees weak. "Mi precioso, el más hermoso que he visto. Eres mío."

You didn't need to understand every word to know what he was saying, the intent was clear in the way his voice caressed each syllable, his tone heavy with adoration.

His hand slid up your back, his fingers curling around the nape of your neck as he bent down to press a kiss to your shoulder, the gesture so tender, so filled with reverence that it made your chest tighten with emotion. You could feel the way his body trembled against yours, the effort to maintain control evident in every movement, every breath.

But it was the way he continued to speak, his voice low and breathy, that sent shivers down your spine, the words a mixture of praise and profanity that made your heart race and your skin flush with heat.

"Me vuelves loco," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "No puedo... resistirme a ti. Eres tan perfecto, tan malditamente perfecto."

"Mi chico perfecto," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The kiss was tender, filled with a depth of feeling that made your chest tighten with emotion, and you found yourself leaning into him, your body seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

His hands moved to your waist, gripping you tightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a possessive hunger that made your knees weak.

The taste of him was intoxicating, and you found yourself drowning in the sensation, your body pressing against his in a desperate attempt to get closer, to feel more of him.

"Eres mío," he murmured, his words a promise, a vow that resonated deep within you. "Solo mío."

The declaration sent a thrill of pleasure through you, and you couldn't help the soft moan that escaped your lips, the sound quickly muffled by his kiss. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer, as if trying to merge your bodies into one, to erase the space that dared to separate you.

And as his lips moved from your mouth to your neck, pressing kisses and bites along the sensitive skin there, you felt the world around you fade away, leaving only the two of you, locked in a moment of pure, unbridled passion.

Mike shifted, rising from the chair with you in his arms and he carried you to the table with a grace that left you breathless.

The cool surface met your skin as he bent you over the table, a contrast that heightened the warmth of his body pressing against you. His hands roamed with a newfound urgency.

His lips followed the path his hands had charted, pressing kisses that were both gentle and insistent.

You couldn't help the soft moan that escaped your lips, a sound of pure pleasure that echoed in the quiet room. Mike responded with a deep, resonant grunt, a primal sound that spoke of his own rising desire.

"Shh," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a playful reprimand. But his own breath was ragged.

Mike's hands found yours, interlocking your fingers as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back in a gesture that spoke of unity and devotion. His breath was warm against your ear, his whispered words a balm that soothed and ignited in equal measure.

His hand finds the front of your sweats, breaking your train of thought, and he smiles when you gasp softly.

"You're hard."

"Have been for a while," is all you say, face hot.

He just nods before kissing you again, hand rubbing against your bulge with his other one still on your rear.

His hands make haste with the strings of your sweatpants, loosening it just enough to reach in and grab your hard cock, releasing it from the confines of the fabric with a satisfied look. He rubs you softly, thumb placing just beneath the head, soaking in your noises.

He wraps his hand around you firmly now, stroking you slowly as he kisses you deep. It’s rather unfortunate that he must silence your pretty sounds but the vibration of your moans against his mouth makes up for the loss.

Mike was always this way - the pleasurer, rather than the pleased. Trust that he was always happily pleased with his time with you, with your reactions and moans, asking for more, but in general, he just wasn't the type to seek out his own gratification before giving you yours. Part of it riled you up inside, part of it made your heart yearn for him all the more.

He strokes you and you curl into him. It’s as though his fingers are laced with poison. And yet, his lips somehow carry the antidote.

Mike positioned himself in between your thighs, cock of his own throbbing through his jeans. The sight alone has you begging whatever gods may be for some kind of release, not that you’d ever repent for your sinful thoughts when it came to this man. Even if it meant going to something resembling Heaven. You’ve already experienced such a reality and he was right in front of you, rubbing his hardening self against you with no remorse or embarrassment.

Your hands reach down to finally feel him, the way he twitches against your touch, the way he groans just above you.

His hips buck up just slightly, seeking friction, and you chuckle before giving it to him. You buckle his belt and take him out of his jeans and boxers and revel at the sight.

He reaches down to help you. His mouth found yours again as his hands wrap around the both of you, rutting his leaking cock against yours, fucking into his palm.

You follow suit, hips rolling forward as you chase your high. He smirks against your lips before pulling away to look at you, "Eres tan jodidamente hermoso así."

You whine at the praise, face heating up even more - you didn't know that was even possible.

"I, I want-" You struggle to find the words, too lost in the pleasure of his dick against yours.

Mike kisses you again, understanding you regardless, and chuckles as he lets go of the both of you to help you shimmy off your pants completely.

His fingers find again the curves of your ass and he grins widely, groaning at the sight. The flat surface of his tongue laps up your hole, sopping up the area to make it easier for his thumb. He pushes the digit into your enclosure, slow yet eager.

"Mike," you sigh, eyes shut as you focus desperately on his touch.

Your hands clenched into fists on the cold table.

His tongue finally - thankfully - pushes past the precipice, your hips rising at the feeling. Already, your dick twitches in ecstasy, wanting more, wanting release. You can feel the way his facial hair curls upwards against you.

He spits once at your hole as he pulls away, his chin slick from his preparations. Two fingers pass easily through and leave you to crumble beneath him, scissoring them apart to make room for one more, rolling your head against the table, thrashing about as if you were being tortured.

He positions himself at your entrance. "Ready?"

You nod with furrowed brows and god, when he pushes the tip slowly past your rim, you swear you could die.

He pushes in steadily, slow but never faltering. He stretches you so well. You groan, a mix of pain and satisfaction flooding your senses. He holds your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the curves to soothe you as he seeks pleasure of his own deep within you.

You feel his dick twitch against your walls. He rolls his hips, aiming for that spot that drives you to madness. The angle allows this easily, your mind going blank as you become solely aware of the feeling of him entering and exiting your hole. He finds his rhythm, keeping his hands on you as he guides himself in and out, loving the way your ass looks as it ripples with every thrust. He moves his hand from your stomach down to your dick, holding it against the skin of his palm, fingers wrapping around you.

He strokes you at a pace mimicking his own movements, and your brain begins to steam, overcome with heat and desire.

"Shit," you grit, finally opening your eyes.

Your hips buck upward and his thumb shifts against your head as a result, sending you over the edge, spilling over his hand and onto your stomach.

Mike groans at the sight of you coming undone beneath him, pace quickening as he longs to join you in your ecstasy before thrusting a final time, moaning low as he spills.

Warmth spreads over you as he keeps himself slotted within. His hand rests on your stomach.

"You good?" He asks with a soft and reassuring cadence, leaning over to kiss your collarbone as his hands rub up and down your sides.

You nod, satisfied. He chuckles softly at your expression, taking it in affectionately.

As you turned to face him, you saw the exhaustion etched on his face, and your heart softened. He looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep, his eyelids heavy as he tried to keep his gaze focused on you.

"Mike," you whispered, reaching up to gently caress his face, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. "You look like you're about to pass out."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he let out a deep, tired sigh. "I'm so tired," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for the man before you. "Let’s get cleaned up real quickly," you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Mike's eyes opened slightly, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. "You're too good to me," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter.

You shook your head, your smile widening as you helped him to his feet. "No, Mike. We're good for each other."

Later on, as you curled up together in bed, Mike's arms wrapped securely around you, his breath warm against your neck, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together, with love and trust as foundation.

As Mike drifted off to sleep, his body relaxed against yours, you couldn't help but smile to yourself, feeling utterly content.

Note: I want to extend my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who read the first part of this. Your support and kind words mean the world to me and have truly inspired me to continue writing.

I hope you enjoy this second part just as much as the first. Your feedback and encouragement are incredibly motivating, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this continuation of the story.

Thank you once again for all the love and support!

Translation for all the words in Spanish (done with the help of my brother so blame him for any errors)

-"Eres un chico hermoso y perfecto"= "You are a beautiful and perfect boy"

-"Eres mi chico bueno" = "You're my good boy"

-"Mi precioso, el más hermoso que he visto. Eres mío." = "My precious, the most beautiful I've ever seen. You're mine."

-"Me vuelves loco" = "You drive me crazy"

-"No puedo... resistirme a ti. Eres tan perfecto, tan malditamente perfecto." = "I can't... resist you. You are so perfect, so damn perfect."

-"Mi chico perfecto" = "My perfect boy"

-"Eres mío" = "You're mine"

-"Solo mío" = "Only mine"

-"Eres tan jodidamente hermoso así." = “You're so fucking handsome like that."

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caitlinclarkluver22 · 5 months ago

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~Tell Ur Girlfriend ~ C.C ( nsfw mdi)

warnings: light smut, a little bit angst, master baiting , cussing, anger love confession, w/w, consent was given throughout this fic btw, idk i think that’s it

pov: caitlin clark is with her boyfriend, but she just can’t get you off her mind

“ should i tell my boyfriend what ive been doing? been thinking of you. everytime i screw him.”

( btw this is my first ever one shot or wtvv sooo yeaaa 😭 also i js love this song with all of my heart I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF IT!! i also don’t really know the word count…so please tell me how to do that im kinda dumb, and also don’t mind the switching in point of views, this was kinda a mess!💕)

also blue means flashback, pink are lyrics from the song!

“ fuck caitlin…yea you like that don’t you?”

Caitlin, in fact, did not like that. Her boyfriend had had a difficult and stress filled game tonight, and he needed something to help relieve his anger a bit. Caitlin, being his girlfriend, offered to help.

As caitlin stared longingly at the clock propped up on the bed side table, she awaited for when this was going to end.

“ oh yes- mm such a good girl for me hm?”

Ew. Caitlin didn’t like being called that…unless it was by someone else….no she can’t be thinking of her, that was long ago….right?

“ should i tell my boyfriend what i been doing? been thinking of you, every-time i screw him.”

Her boyfriend, after finishing, was now fast asleep and snoring in bed beside her. But caitlin couldn’t sleep, she could only think of you. She remembered the intimate moment as if it was yesterday….

…the team was having a sleepover, all the girls from the basketball team were there. They all were watching a movie, the fragrance of melted butter popcorn in the air, and the laughter that could be heard even if miles away taking over the atmosphere . You and caitlin had been best friends since high-school, you guys were inseparable.

Although you guys were best friends, everyone knew that you had a severe, but secret, crush on caitlin. and caitlin reciprocated those feelings too.

it was so bad, that even some of the fans had theories about the two of them, wether it’d be that they were secretly dating or even that they were just hooking up. therefore, when caitlin revealed her 3 month secret relationship with her boyfriend…the fans weren’t the only ones who were disappointed.

at the sleepover, everyone had fallen asleep, except for caitlin.

and you of course.

as you attempted to fall asleep, you felt a gentle tap on your back. you turn around to see caitlin with a small mischievous grin plastered on her face.

“ hey, you awake? psst…psst…hey wake up..” , caitlin whispers to you.

“ caitlin im not even asleep, i physically cant. and..what do you want?” , you say slightly irritable since you were so close to dozing off.

“ i don’t know..i just can’t fall asleep. can you?”

“ well not anymore thanks to you” you silently grumbled, sitting up criss crossing your legs.

you and caitlin had chosen the second couch, it was slightly small but they fit just fine. the other girls were on the seats they had chosen while in pairs , sound asleep.

caitlin was already in a sitting position, her legs criss crossed like yours.

“ so why’d you wake me up…?”

“ um just wanted to um-…..okay fine you got me. i don’t know im just bored out of my mind. plus isn’t this a sleepover..? like why is everyone asleep so early?” caitlin rambled .

you couldn’t help but chuckle at this, caitlin always rambled to you about nonsense. i mean of course she did, overall she was your best friend.

but when she rambled, it could also mean that she’s nervous…stressed even.

“ don’t worry cait, it’s okay i’ll stay up a little longer to talk to you if you want “ , you laugh.

caitlin did the cutest grin ever , her deep dimples showing immediately.

“ omg okay thank you so much- i just…idk needed someone to talk to.” she said, her smile fading out into a tiny but noticeable frown.

you sat there, worried.

“ hey you okay cait..?”

“ yea im fine..its just..” , she muttered while looking at her phone, her eyes slightly watering. she turned the phone and showed you what she was stressed about.

on the phone, it was on iMessage , she was texting her boyfriend. he was basically mad at her for “ not telling him” that she was going to the sleepover since he “ needed” her because of his incredible loss. he then proceeded to break up with her, definitely impulsively making decisions due to his anger.

as she continued reading the series of messages, she got more shocked with each message sent. her eyes scanning the screen, getting more angry yet sympathetic the more she read.

“ why would he say that? are you okay?”

are you okay?

those were the three words that made caitlin break. the guard she put up finally shattered as she started uncontrollably sobbing, hugging her best friend tightly.

“ i don’t know, i didn’t do anything wrong. what’s wrong with me…what did i do?” , caitlin sobbed incoherently, tears spilling from her beautiful brown eyes.

all her best friend could do was rub on her back slowly, comforting the athlete.

“ shhh…it’s okay caitlin. i’m here okay? i’m here.”

as those words left your lips, caitlin looked up at the girl, her eyes swollen and glossy.

“ maybe i just need to pay more attention to him, or maybe i just need to dress prettier or-“, she cried, her head hung in her hands now, slightly tugging on her hair due to the amount of stress placed on her.

“ no caitlin. look at me.”

caitlin brought her gaze from her hands to her friends face, gosh she was beautiful.

“ your the best girlfriend he could ask for, if he doesn’t want you to hang out with your friends, then honestly fuck him. he doesn’t deserve you and you deserve better. and i know that might be mean or harsh to say, but it’s true and someone has to finally say it. he’s always controlling your every move and everyone sees it. you don’t look happy anymore. if anything u look drained all the time. i don’t want to see you like that anymore baby. i love you too much to see you suffer like this.”

baby. ugh the pet name she loved to be called by you.

wait. did you say you…loved her? she stared at you, the question threatening to spill from her lips.

“ you love me?”

“ ugh of course i do caitlin! how could you be so blind? i’ve loved you ever since we first met in freshman year. ever since we saw eachother at basketball tryouts. i’ve loved you for so long, and you just keep letting this asshole break your heart over and over again. and i just have to comfort you and myself with the reality of everything. you know how much that hurts? having to live with the realization that you will most likely never love me back? and to think that-“, you were cut off by lips being pressed to hers.

caitlin pressed her lips against yours, hungrily grabbing your hair and pulling you closer, her hot breath mixed with yours.

you kissed back, grabbing onto her lovely hips, pushing her back against the arm of the couch. you straddled her, both of your hands on her face.

with one hand, you slightly pulled on her hair, causing her head to go back, revealing her neck to you. you kissed on her neck, searching for not only the sweet spot , but for the noises you dreamt that she’d make for you.

caitlin then moaned softly as you found the spot that made both you and her weak. after you heard the noise caitlin made, you made sure to concentrate on that one spot, sucking and biting on the place that mattered.

this action had caitlin a mess, her moans and whimpers slowly getting louder by the minute, both of their cores getting hotter and needier for eachother with every kiss they shared.

“ fuck i-i need you…”, caitlin whimpered, her hands grabbing onto your hair, pushing you closer to her exposed neck that was now full of purple hickeys.

“ shh don’t wanna be to loud…hm? be a good girl and stay quiet..”

…..as caitlin remembers the intimate moment, she didn’t take the time to notice her long fingers down her pajama pants, under her panties, slowly rubbing circles onto her now aching clit.

fuck she was close.

as she continued masterbating, she stuck three fingers in herself, moaning at the pleasure. she couldn’t help it. she moaned more at the combination she was feeling, the pleasure of three fingers up her core, while circling her clit at the same time.

as she was caught up in the moment, she moaned your name, a little louder than expected. she didn’t mean to.

as she finally finished on her slender fingers, she opened her eyes, only to see her boyfriend fast asleep and snoring.

it wasn’t until then that she realized how much she really wanted you. no….needed you. all she could do was sigh, lay down, close her eyes and dream about you, her dreams being the only place where her fantasies came true.

“ and if you want me, you gotta put the word in. go tell ur girlfriend, that im ur girlfriend.”

it was now the morning, she woke up with a little stretch looking beside her. right next to her was an empty spot that her boyfriend should’ve been in. then again, he always did this. after sex there was no aftercare or quality time spent together. it was just..well…sex.

she sighed with her head in her hands.

what has she got herself into?

“ cuz i don’t wanna live a lie, lie, lie.”

damn did she miss you. she missed the feeling of you against her neck, your kisses and ur sloppy hickeys. she missed the smell of that damn cherry chapstick, and she missed the sound of your moans that made her go insane.

she had to go see you.

there caitlin was, knocking at your dorm door, room 422, just like she had remembered.

“ coming!”

‘yea you will be coming very soon’, she thought.

you opened the door to see caitlin, she was dressed in a white nike jacket, black shirt under, and matching joggers that replicated the jacket, her hair was pin straight.

“ hey cait, what’s u-“, you got cut off when caitlin pushed her back into the dorm, pinning you against the front door, hands holding your wrists down, definitely going to be bruised later, as caitlin hungrily kissed you.

you moaned at the sudden action, moaning into caitlin’s mouth, only driving her to continue.

“ ugh i’ve missed you…” , caitlin grunted, as she moved her lips against yours, you kissing back even harder than she was.

“ caitlin…ugh…mm…caitilin what about y-your boyfriend..?”

“ ugh i can’t anymore with him, been thinking of you everytime i screw him, i swear.”

“ but what if he finds out? what if he catches us then-“

“ what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“ we were just friends, but then came in cupid. the tension was buildin, we had to pursuit it.”

caitlin was now on top of you, fingers circling your clit. both of you were partly unclothed, the only clothing intact being your panties.

“ fuck caitlin i’m almost there, please.”

“ please what?” , caitlin asked almost teasingly.

“ please just fuck-“, she was saying as there was a knock on the door, a shout coming right after.

“ caitlin! i know your here, your location says so!”

you and caitlin could recognize that voice from anywhere.

it was caitlin’s boyfriend.

well fuck.

“ go tell your girlfriend, that im ur girlfriend”

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OMGGGG I FINISHED IT!! i had literally the hardest time writing this like i legit forgot about it but then i came to a restaurant for a couple hours and my writers block sorta just vanished and i started writing sm.

IF YOU WANT A PART TWO JUST SAY ITTT!! idk if people willl actually like this, it is my first so please don’t judge too much, i tried my best! anyways i hope you caitlin clark fans enjoyed this! have a good day and remember to watch indiana fever tonight at 6:30!

#Spotify #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #angst #wnba #smut #lesbian

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base0h · 1 year ago

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Smoker, Luffy and croco boy with a s/o who has the same devil fruit as them and uses it to annoy/prank them constantly.

Crack fic pls

Take care love<3

not me starting to laugh like doffy when I saw this💀💀 ew. anon thank you for allowing me to showcase my endless amount of crack in my mind 💜

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack

- the amount of times you’ve scared the shit out of this man is kind of sad. I’m assuming poor smoker gets spooked a lot because of your abilities, and sometimes you’re not even trying to scare him 💀

- you could be minding your own business, floating around and flying around the room during a break with a face mask on. Bro walks in and just dies bec the first thing he sees is a detached floating head with a white face

- “WHAT THE FU-?!”

- and when he gets scared he sets off a bunch of “traps” aka stubbing his toe on a chair that was clearly out of the way, and hitting his head on the doorway

- “IT’S ME!” -you

- I mean- what the fuck were you supposed to do? The man just kept falling backwards into things! He thought you were some kind of monster so he just kept running as he tripped over everything in his way 💀

- this is what he thought was happening:

- “SMOKER. IT’S LITERALLY ME STOP RUNNING!”

- “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

- Tashigi started chasing after him too because she was wondering something abt navy stuff so he kept getting more scared since he couldn’t see what was chasing him😭he just thought you were multiplying 💀

- I’d be scared too if some Smokey person is literally floating after me with a face mask 😂😂😂

- man smoked 56 cigarettes before finally calming down

- “I wish you didn’t have the same devilfruit as me y/n.”

- “OH COME ON I WASNT EVEN TRYING TO SCARE YOU!”

- “IT WORKED!” -him

- “Do you still love me tho?” -you

- “..yeah.”

- on your birthday he blew himself into a balloon and camouflaged into the numerous balloons you got from the crew before you woke up

- when you finally woke up (keep in mind, Luffy was so determined that he woke up early for this prank :0) you stared at the balloons with a smile, the crew was so nice!

- “Hey thanks guys!”

- you walked over to them and took the string of one of them in your hand. It’s amazing how you didn’t hear Luffy giggling like a maniac 😭

- he scooted behind you, making himself lose a bit of air so his blown up face was right behind your head, tapping your shoulder with his long arm

- “BOOO!”

- Nah you smacked the shit out of him, screaming as your fists were covered in haki, ready to punch the absolute soul out of him from fear

- “Luffy?! WHAT THE HELL?!”

- “Ow! Why did you punch me?!”

- “BECAUSE YOU SCARED ME!”

- Poor dude’s face was swollen for the whole day, and you apologized for hitting him after he said sorry for scaring you.

- can you imagine a Luffy balloon in your face? No I don’t mean just his stomach blowing up, I mean his fucking face blown up, and the rest of his body looking all skinny as the string 💀💀 pls I’d cry and shit my pants

- you really can’t beat him in pranks because he always seemed to get you better 😭 but you sure tried

- at night when he was snoring away, you attached yourself to the ceiling, your limbs stretching as your head stretched down to him. (You looked like my sleep demon) “Pssst, Luuuuuuffyyy!”

- “Hm???”

- ok when you’re half asleep you can’t really make out anything, so all the poor guy saw was a fucking demon

- the way he screamed and ran was hilarious, he did not sleep well for days, and clung onto you in bed or whenever he got a chance 🥲

- 100% done with your shit :)

- One time you pretended you were a sandcastle on the beach and waited for him to get closer before making your face pop out at him

- he smacked you with his hook. And… broke your nose 💀

- “…Sorry.”

- “…It’s fine. I’m sorry for trying to scare you.”

- you’re literally struggling to hold in your tears with blood pouring from your nose (BRO WHEN YOUR NOSE GETS SMACKED IT HURTS)

- he felt bad because you’re trying not to cry while sobbing. Poor guy didn’t mean to slap you with haki 💀 nor did he mean to break your nose in half

- he gave you a hug, and let you wear his coat as long as you want since it’s super cozy and fluffy. Also made sandcastles with you while you recovered

- after you felt better, and your nose was finally healed, you both went to the beach again to relax.

- He didn’t like going near the water so he just sat on a chair and watched you find seashells, little sea snails, and other stuff. You brought one back for him, and I swear you’re going to kill the poor guy because of how sweet you are 😭

- he found a mound of sand next to his chair and sighed, you’re trying to prank him again? Didn’t you ever learn?

- “y/n I know that’s you.”

- when there was no response, he grumbled and stood up, poking at the mound with a sigh.

- “Y/n. Please stop.”

- “Huh? Crocodile? Why are you poking that mound of sand?” -you

- his eyes widened as he turned around to see you standing there with a couple sea shells. Wait a damn minute, then what the fuck was this mound of sand doing here?!

- “CROCODILE THOSE ARE SAND SNAKES!”

- The snakes poked their heads out and poor Crocodile picked you up bridal style and started running as they chased you two

- “I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU!” -him

- “I’M NOT DUMB ENOUGH TO DO THAT AGAIN!”

- You gotta hand it to him, the first thing he did when he saw those snakes was pick you up and start running as fast as he could 😭 you were glad you had such a caring man :))) because doffy would’ve totally left you to die 💀

a/n - I feel bad for smoker

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makelemonade · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday!

Relations: Ayato, Albedo, Alhaitham, Aether, Childe, Cyno, Scaramouche/Wanderer x Gender Neutral Reader (separate obv )

Warnings: uhm slight angst, swearing, too much fluff ew (aw), forgetting abt ur birthday (literally all of them do)

support me on kofi!! link is on master list (pinned post)

Ayato:

-I’ll be so fucking supercalfraglicious rn, that man won’t even be able to spend it with you.

-Yoimiya and Ayaka def bet 10$ he forgets acc

-but because I’m SUCH a sucker for angst to fluff

-In the morning, he won’t even know what day it is. He’ll be to tired to comprehend anything. He’s not a morning person in the slightest

-He does wake up before you though due to the work, so you’ll still be asleep while he greats ready and gives ur forehead a lil smooch before he heads out to do any tasks or duties

-you’ll wake up upset to see NO GIFT LIKE WTF

-richest man in Inazuma CANT even get u anything ?!

-maybe he left it for thoma so he can give it to you when you wake up!!

-when you go eat breakfast, ur eyes light up to see thoma holding a gift but slightly dim when it’s none other than his and not your beloveds.

-nonetheless your happy you got a gift !!

-it’ll be a few hours and STILL no gift. Thoma tells you with a sad dog pout face that Ayato did forget

-so you actually spend the day with him!!! thoma >>>>>

-your back in the evening, signs of daylight all gone as night was to hit

-when ur back you fully come to terms Ayato did forget about your birthday because he didn’t even wish you a happy bday :)

-you walk past him sitting on the bed with a few bags of stuff you liked that Thoma bought as another gift and Ayato looked at you confused

“Who bought you all of that?” He asked, sitting up and setting a few work files down on the bed.

“Thoma.” You answered, not even sparing him a glance.

“Confusion grew more along with a tinge of jealousy. “What was the occasion?”

“My birthday.”

-I’m telling u rn any type of emotion DROPS

-he lowkey might start crying

-hell ask u to sit on the bed and apologize for everything and like just kiss u all over and if ur still mad he’ll understand but like god knows you can’t stay mad at him

-he acc takes u on a shopping spree the next day and tasks Thoma with inviting all of your friends so when you get back to the estate, it’s none other than a surprise party!!

Albedo

-HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAY A BIRTHDAY IS

-thankfully you explained it to him a few weeks before your birthday and even if he isnt human, he’d like to partake in it

-but he’s never done this before so he has to seek out Kaeya for them

-he went to Klee first but decided It wasn’t best to give you a bomb for your birthday

-Kaeya tells him all type of gift ideas and Albedo acc saves up a bunch of his money to buy you all your favourite stuff

-he’s so cute

-he tries to bake a cake

-key word tried

-his cake became demolished like alchemy couldn’t even fix it

-it was adorable though and you thanked him for everything. he forgot about work the whole day just for you :)

Alhaitham

-i cant decide if he forgets or is just too busy to spend it with you

-I think he’ll forget to call off work on the day of your birthday and won’t be able to spend it with you

-like he remembers your birthday but his slow ass just couldn’t remember to call off work

-he does have a present ready for you though! and a long message he sent to your Akasha while he was at work

-he actually did come home early just for you

-insert him twirling you around omfjwknfkwjdjwdjjed

-so if u decide to go out, he’ll take you to a very fancy and expensive restaurant and give u ur gift there

-if u decide to stay in he’ll bake a cake from scratch with you (those cute movie scenes where there’s like flour on both of ur faces)

-and then end the night watching a movie and falling asleep or birthday fuck, ur choice

Aether

-THIS MAN DOES NOT FORGET

-he’s just too busy he can’t spend the whole day with you

-BUT he takes you on commissions with him!!

-big mistake

-so u end up getting hurt and he has to take you to the nearest like hospital or whatever they have in that world

-he’ll probably just cry out of guilt because it’s ur birthday and part of his gift was that you practically almost die

-memorable birthday in my opinion

-birthday scar !!!

-he gives paimon a bunch of mora so she can go buy food and you both end up spending your birthday in the hospital

-hey at least he’s with you !!

-he acc crawls in the hospital bed beside you and your both just cuddling

-paimon is in the corner btw making sure y’all don’t do shit if ykyk

-once ur all better, he makes sure to take you out to dinner and get you an even better gift <3

Childe

-he forgets.

-not changing my mind.

-like I feel like ekaterina will have to remind him

“How is Y/N’a birthday so far?”

-insert jaw drop, shock face, eyes wide

-he will BURST out the bank and run straight to your shared home

-now you’ll be sad but like ur choice if u wanna cry or be mad

-if ur crying on the bed he’ll sit beside you and start kissing u all over ur face and saying he’s sorry and sorry all over again while whispering endearments

-if ur mad he’ll let himself be a punching bag

-he ENCOURAGES u to slap him but you only punch him playfully

-he’ll take you out and get you the most EXPENSIVE jewelry like literal fucking diamonds

-if u even want u can spend it with Zhongli too

-he just wants to make sure you have the best day just minus the fact he literally forgot

-he’ll take u in a trio to Snezhnaya or anywhere in the world just for you to forgive him

Cyno

-ladies and gents and my non-binary friends….

-he doesn’t forget!!!

-he acc has it all planned out- where you wanna celebrate is your decision

-if you wanna adventure around? Go for it! He’ll be with you and protect you from any monsters

-you wanna stay in? he’ll buy every movie you love and you’ll do a movie spree

-u wanna party ? Even on short notice he’ll Invite everyone hours before and youll all be having fun in the bazaar

-nonetheless he just wants you to have fun- it’s your day after all

-he has a lot of money, he just didn’t know what to get you, so if there’s any free time he’ll let you go around and buy whatever you want

-at the end of the day he’ll cuddle up to you and omg HE’LL LIKE whisper the happy birthday song to you as you drift off to sleep and idk why but that’s so cute to me

Scaramouche/Wanderer

-guys I’m just gonna say Scaramouche cuz for this he’s still working for Fatui but he is very ooc and soft (wanderer personality kinda)

-so sorry friends but the man literally doesn’t even know it’s your birthday month

-I think Childe will remind him by asking how your bday day is so far and Scaramouche will be like fuck

-Childe will def kaugh at him for forgetting but out of kindness he’ll tell Scaramouche what to do

-Scaramouche will race home and he’ll kiss u and shit hug u and apologize while saying he’ll do anything to make it up to you

-ANYTHING.

-you guys are in Snezhnaya and there’s not much to do but you decide to go ice skating !!

-you’ll have to teach him cuz he can’t skate for life

-he’ll encourage you to just take his mora or card or wtv and buy whatever you want cuz like

-he’s loaded

-you just decide to go buy some food aka hot chocolate to warm up. Maybe some snacks if you wanna watch movies that night

-he does buy you a cake though so when your home he can light it up

-he’ll sing the bday song while hugging you from behind and when it comes to your age he’ll blow out the candles with you then kiss u on the cheek

-UGH

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years ago

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Unexpected 2

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Those two dreaded lines. Mocking you as you stare at the plastic stick. You snap it in half with a growl, wishing it was Lloyd. Or at least the part of him that got you into this mess.

You toss the test and wash your hands. You enter the bedroom. His room. Your cell.

You go to the bed and lay on your side. Hopefully you fall asleep before he decides to drag his ass up here. A better idea would be sleeping on one of the many couches in this oversized place but the last time only got you tossed over his shoulder. You don’t have the energy. At least now you know why you feel like such absolute shit.

You shut off the lamp and close your eyes. It’s early but what else can you do but sleep through the misery. It’s the only time you feel anything close to content. Not happy, no mad or sad, neutral. The vague dissonance of your subconscious is preferable to your grey reality.

You only manage a tenuous limbo before he comes in. You listen to his footfalls as he makes no effort to be quiet and flips on the lamp on his side. You refuse to open your eyes and keep your back to him. The rustle of his clothing fills the silence. The bed dips and there’s a light tug on the blanket above your shoulder.

“Peaches, you know the rules,” he pulls the duvet back completely, “no clothes in bed.”

You huff and shimmy up the silk nightie, lifting yourself slightly to get it past your chest, and making an ungainly effort to shed it. You fling it carelessly and flop back down, pulling the blanket around you once more. You watch his shadow as it moves above your own as he continues to undress.

He folds the blanket back and lowers himself behind you. You go rigid and stare at the wall. He slips down the duvet from your shoulder and brushes his stash against your skin. You curl your posture forward and cross your arm. He grabs your elbow and pulls you back, grazing his teeth against you.

“Don’t do that, baby face,” he warns, “whatsa matter?”

You don’t answer and growl at the empty space of the room. His hand crawls under the blanket and he traces the curve of your side, pinching a love handle meanly so you yipe and swat him away. He grabs your wrists and pulls, forcing you onto your back. He hooks and arm over you as he props his weight up on his other.

“You take the test?”

You sneer at him and the dimple in his cheek betrays his victory.

“So we got a little Hansen Jr. on the way, huh?”

“Doesn’t have to be,” you say, “I’m too old–”

“Ah,” he warns, placing his hand firmly around your chin. “Let’s not even mention that.”

“Lloyd,” you swallow, “I’m too old. I can’t–”

“If you were too old, you wouldn’t be knocked up, now would you?” He squeezes, “I don’t want to hear another word about… that.”

“Still, won’t know for sure until I see the doctor–”

“Which you fucking will be,” he draws his hand down and tickles your neck, “make sure you’re in tip top shape to carry a Lloyd Hansen special.”

“Ew,” you turn your face away and curl your lip.

He pushes the blanket further and fondles your tit. He buries his face in your chest, nipping at you as he purrs. You tense and hold your breath, irritated by his dismissal. Of course, it’s not up to you. Nothing ever is. Nothing ever will be.

He gets to his knees as he shoves the blanket off your entirely. He rips your legs apart and climbs between them, sliding flat on his stomach as you grit your teeth at the ceiling. His breath fans across your pelvis as he hooks his arms around your thighs.

“Sweet cheeks, don’t be like that,” he teases, “what’s up, baby?” He bends and bites your thigh until you whimper, “you think daddy’s gonna lose interest? Mmmm,” he purrs against your leg, “fuck, I’m ready to fucking blow just think of how big your gonna get. Tits, already spectacular, and they’re gonna get even bigger–”

“Shut up—”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I’m pissed at you,” you push on his head before he can bow against your cunt, holding him away from you as you lift yourself on a single elbow, “you’re a fucking psychopath.”

“But I fuck good,” he grins, “so, like, that’s one redeeming quality.”

He snakes his arm out from under one leg and pushes your hand away. He clings to you as he holds your wrists against your stomach as he drops his head down. He delves into you without patience, without shame as his tongue glides between your folds. He breathes you in greedily, lapping at you wildly, only to suck cloyingly on your clit.

You exhale through your nose, voice catching in your throat tightly as you arch into him. You slap his head and snarl. It’s never a very long argument, it always devolves to this. What can you do against this man who can walk into a jewelry store and decide to buy a woman’s dignity as easily as he picks out a new rolex?

Your fingers twine unthinkingly into his hair, your other hand grazing the soft short buzz along the side of his head. You groan as your toes curl, his arm still looped around one leg as his other hand creeps up to grope your chest. He kneads you as his tongue flicks furiously.

Fuck him and the way he plays you so easily. Mentally, spiritually, physically. You will never get a step ahead of him.

His arm tightens around your thigh and he rolls you over, bringing you up onto his face. You squeak at the sudden shift and push yourself up. You feel as if you're suffocating him as he devours you from below. You look down at his hair, set askew by your grasp, his face nestled firmly between your legs.

He hums into you and brings his hand up to your hip, gripping and rocking you over him. You clamp onto your own calf as your thighs strain and your lower back aches dully. You follow his motion, driven by the swirling sensation seeping from your core.

His other hand remains on your chest, tweaking and fondling blindly. You hang your head and shudder, shaking as you try to resist the surge. Pleasure erupts and scatters your nerves, breaking the last of your resolve as you ride out your climax.

He lets you slow, his hand slipping down your ass as he wiggles his face free of your cunt. He puffs as warm wet breath up your pelvis as his hand brushes down your stomach. He licks his lips lewdly as he catches his breath.

Before you can think or speak, he flips you again. You bounce against the mattress as he lifts himself from between your legs, slinging your knees over his elbow as he keeps you bent and splayed. He looks down your body as his tip bobs against your folds.

He slides free an arm, your leg falling around his hip as he frames your lips with his fingers and spreads them. He guides his dick down to your entrance with the vee of his index and middle finger. He dips into you as you claw at the blankets and growl.

“You can’t just fuck this… away,” you gasp.

“Not like I can knock you up again,” he snickers as he bends over you and impales you with a snap of his hips.

You whine and constrict around him as he wiggles his pelvis. He pushes deep until you squirm and hooks his arm under your head. You turn your face away so his lips meet your cheek. He growls and drops his head down to your neck, biting you sharply.

He rocks against you as his hand follows your arm to the wrist. He carries his motion as he leads your touch down his side and along his ass. He spreads your fingers wide across his firm cheek and snarls into your throat. He makes you squeeze him.

He raises his head and his breath glosses into your ear, “put your finger in my ass.”

“Wha–”

“Just do it, baby,” he purrs and curls your fingers tighter, “fucking do it!”

His weight smothers you as he lets your hand go, gripping your hip as he ruts into you, groaning long and low. You close your eyes and tilt your chin up. This fucking man. This pervert. The mustache says it all.

You slide your hand over and try not to think of what you’re doing. You’re not exactly a prude but your ex-husband certainly wasn’t the type and your college ex was a bit too open about his kinks. Still, you can’t compare Lloyd to either of them.

You touch his rippled ring and he growls as he grabs your face and turns it straight. He kisses you, tongue invading your mouth before you can react. You push your finger against him if only to try to deter him. You slip inside and he near bites your tongue, crushing his lips to yours with a snarl. His forehead remains flush with yours as his lips part.

“Deeper,” he urges you.

You obey and he jerks into you harder. He fucks you deeper the further you get. Soon, your flesh is clapping erratically as he throws his head back and unleashes. You feel him quaking as the friction of his thrusts thrum through your clit. You swallow your orgasm as it peaks at the back of your throat, gnashing your teeth as he speeds up.

He pounds into you, unrestrained as he groans and moans, “yeah, that’s it, baby. I’m fucking– gonna–”

He spasms and hangs his head down next to yours as he chases his release. You feel it inside you, slick and hot as he shudders to a stop and it leaks out around him. He falls onto you limp and you pull your finger free, holding it away from you as you lay prone beneath him.

“I wasn’t sure I’d like that,” he rasps as his heart races in his chest, “but damn if you didn’t just unlock something, peaches.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #series #unexpected #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #the gray man

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spectres-fulcrum · 1 year ago

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Some Palia crumbs and gut feelings I need to type out

Okay so I met the last “villager” I had left to meet yesterday(as I fell asleep while typing this). Tamala. I didn’t even like her in the promo art, and I had to go to her cause she never comes to town. I knew from promo stuff, she was an adult, a potion maker, and Hassian’s ex, so I was willing to be like some of my initial ick was jealousy. She just gives me SUCH bad vibes.

Like vililan vibes. And I’m intrigued but she grosses me off. Then my mind goes “If all magic is bad then does she even do dark magic if ALL magic is dark? And all you know now is that she does beauty and youth-ew, we will get there- potions.”

But she gives bad news vibes like sirens. Like there’s a reason she’s forced into the northern parts of Bahari Bay and none of the villagers dare to go to the north. Not even Hassian or Hodari who live in the Bay.

And we know it wasn’t always like that-Hassian and Tamala. They were lovers. And he’s a young adult. How young? Idk. I feel like 23/24ish. He feels like middle of the young adult age group characters. Kenyatta and Nai’o feels like the youngest, and Jel and Reth seem the oldest to me. Tamala is classified as adult and looks, idk, 30s, early 30s, and probably spun a web, but I saw in Discord she referred to an event 40 years ago, so she’s what, 45? 50? 60? Like how old was she 40 years ago is the question. (They clearly classified her by her appearence, smart)

So she;s idk how old and seduced the young hunter from the village-red flag. And she uses potions to hide her true age-red flag. And in our daily chat she was like, charming potions are so nice. They compliment you so much/hang onto every word you say/smth. And I’m just like. Angry. Cause is that what you did with Hassian, Tamala? Potioned him into “loving” you? Cause That’s so fucking noncon. Crosses so many lines. And it’s just like-Disguising.

If my gut feeling is right. That whatever they had was dressed up in potions of youth and charm and was never real at all but felt real-felt real enough. Like I grew up on Speak Now enough to know when to say “Alexa play Dear John.” Ow. I can see Hassian and Sifuu having a falling out over this gorgeous woman in the “my mother accused me of losing my mind but I swore I was fine.” Because they’re both so much more… fire…. Than Taylor and Andrea. Like full blowout argument, they don’t talk for weeks. Until Hassian realized it was all pretend and he’s broken and going home and mom doesn’t say I told you so like he’s picturing, but just has hugs and cuddles when the tears comes and it feels likes it’ll never be okay again but that’s…

And Reth once told me Hassian plays cards with Auni? Why? To keep an eye on him? So she can’t sink her claws into a child next? How often does Hodari thank the dragon that Najuma would never have any interest in witches promises beauty and love potions? Is part of why Jina can’t move the red tape an inch because Hassian accidentally moved them and touched magic too intimately?

Idk. Just theorizing some gut feelings and crumbs. I don’t expect the game to delve into any serious shit like this-doesn’t mean we can’t. Also it’s not going to anger as many people cause it’s younger man/older woman vs the other way around. I’m very well aware of that. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t gross me out.

So now I’m like. Tamala will clearly move the plot forward and I want to know what I can gleam from her. And my character doesn’t know about her and Hassian or anything. She just knows her as the recluse who makes potions in north Bahari Bay and she doesn’t like her but is also intrigued. I’m intrigued but enraged and I don’t like how she is. I also don’t like how Taylor put Mean after Dear John on Speak Now. Fucking whiplash.

We’ll see. I just needed to get this out. I am thrilled to write it though but as a game character I do not want to interact with Tamala. And there’s people who romance her??? Well, I imprinted on Hassian and I don’t typically like the goth witchy types so…

#palia #hassian #tamala #going to be so much fun to write though #but she’s a witch #in my mind i take kenyatta or jina or nai’o when i cross into her land

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lastbluetardis · 9 months ago

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Sacred New Beginnings (21/?)

Summary: James Noble thought he traded away his chance at love and a happy-ever-after when he signed a contract with a record label that turned him into an international celebrity. But a chance meeting in a dive bar may prove him wrong.

Ten x Rose AU

This Chapter: Teen, ~5600 words

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johnnylumic: The gig is up! James Noble’s new bedfellow is finally revealed! [read more]

margaretblaineofficial: Breaking! James Noble and Plain Jane romance is outed! [read more]

henryvanstatten: James Noble is back to female companionship! The cad can’t seem to make up his mind.

dianagoddardeditor: The offices of CelebriTruth would like to acknowledge James Noble has always been forthcoming regarding his sexual identity and we stand tall with the bisexual sector of the LGBTQA+ community.

iantojonesofficial: He’s pansexual you dolt

nerdynardole: He’s attracted to pans??

danthemanbartock: “Bisexual sector”?? We’re not a bloody stocks group lmao.

masterharrysaxon: ew he likes women? lame.

missyursofine: ur lame

realvictorkennedy: Sources claim that James Noble’s ex-girlfriend Reinette Poisson of the up and coming film The Fireplace (in theatres January 5) is “happy” if ex is happy. Further comment was declined.

annedroidunit: No news from James Noble himself on this blossoming new romance. Should we be taking this with a grain of salt? Is everyone overreacting? [read more]

courtneywoods: Omg that’s Miss Tyler! No way. How’d she manage to snag James Noble??

yvonnehartmanhost: This is Yvonne Hartman of London’s Hot Radio Hits. I’d love to chat more with you about Miss Tyler. She’s your schoolteacher? Could I private message you and have a chat?

courtneywoods: Whoa, really? What’s in it for me?

yvonnehartmanhost: We adequately compensate all our sources, don’t you worry dear. Message coming soon.

oOoOo

James can’t sleep. No matter how many sheep he counts, or how thoroughly he cocoons himself in his blankets, he remains frustratingly awake. Beside him, Rose is curled up on her side. With how still and quiet she’s been despite his rustling, James presumes she’s happily lost in her own dreamland.

At least one of us is.

It’s nearly two in the morning when he gives up on the idea of sleep and slips out from beneath the sheets. He pulls on a discarded pair of pants and a soft, faded t-shirt before padding out of the bedroom and towards… Well, nowhere. Where is he to go, exactly? On nights like this when he’s too wound up for rest, he usually blasts music through the house and either runs on his treadmill until he’s about to collapse, or he plays his guitar in the music or living room until he lulls himself into a semi-conscious state.

Neither option is available to him though. Not with Rose in his room upstairs and his mother—who had arrived in the early afternoon just in time to see what had to be his and Rose’s thousandth game of Mario Kart—in the guest room downstairs. He sighs and putters down the steps, his footsteps making only the barest whisper of a sound.

The door to where his mum sleeps is shut, and when he presses his ear to the wood, he hears the familiar droning of her white-noise machine. Ever since he was a small child, his mother needed some sort of sound to fall asleep to. She claims her ever-present tinnitus is too loud if there is nothing else for her ears to focus on.

Satisfied, James moves to the kitchen and flicks on the dim light above the stove. It bathes the room in a muted yellow glow that casts long, alien shadows across the floor and cabinets. He’d always had a touch of insomnia, and when he was a boy, he often woke up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back to sleep. When this happened, he would go to the kitchen and turn on the light above the stove to make all sorts of puppet-creatures, entertaining himself until his mother woke up and scolded him for being awake at such an early hour.

With a small, nostalgic smile, James extends his pointer and middle fingers of his right hand and bounces a shadow bunny across the floor as he makes his way to the fridge. Though he isn’t particularly hungry, he nevertheless pulls out an apple and spends the next ten minutes slowly nibbling on the fruit as he leans against the countertop.

What a mess they’re in. Photos of him and Rose are still going viral, and Donna has received dozens upon dozens of interview requests from a variety of magazines and newspapers. She has denied each and every one of them, even those from the more reputable journals that he normally likes to interview with, claiming that he and Rose would like to be left in peace for the time being until this all blows over.

“He’ll make a statement when he’s ready,” Donna had tweeted, but to no avail; his phone is still blowing up with all sorts of notifications. He has half a mind to deactivate all of his social media and chuck his phone in the Thames for good measure.

His record label called him earlier that afternoon to inform him that they are tightening security around the recording studio and stationing more agents and officers around him and his home. They once again implored him to find a place to live that was more easily securable, as they’d been doing for the past two years as he’d grown exponentially more famous.

Maybe he’s being stupid by being so stubborn, but this is his home, the first place he was able to buy with his own money that he’d made with his own skills and talents. After years of renting grubby little flats and having all of two pieces of furniture and five outfits to his name, he finally has somewhere that’s his. A place where every need is met, and more.

But was every need being met? Wasn't basic safety part of a home?

James groans and chucks his apple core into the bin with slightly more force than necessary and rinses the sticky juice from his hands. He then grabs a bottle of expensive whiskey his label gifted him for his birthday from his liquor cabinet and sulks his way upstairs. His skin is crawling with tension, with the need to do something, anything, to keep this dark cloud from completely engulfing him, from screaming at him that he’s worthless and troublesome and a danger to those he loves.

He ends up in his music room and shuts the door behind him. As long as he isn’t banging on piano keys or beating on his guitar strings as though he needs people from the next city over to hear him, it shouldn’t be that loud, should it?

James grabs his guitar and sinks into his couch. He uncaps the whiskey bottle and glugs down a few swallows. It burns on the way down, but then pleasant warmth blooms through his belly and up his chest. He takes another drink, then balances the open bottle precariously on the sofa cushion beside him.

With how he’s slouched, he can’t really hold his guitar properly, but he makes do as best he can and starts to pluck on the strings in no particular sort of melody. He’s just playing random notes, enjoying the reverberating twang that seems to echo in his very bones.

He remembers the first time he’d held a guitar. He was thirteen and had signed up for after-school music lessons because that was the only activity that had been free. His classmates all awkwardly and clumsily held their instruments as though they were venomous vipers, but not him. The moment he held the ratty old second-hand (or third- or fourth-hand) guitar, it had become an extension of his body. Maybe it was because he was already so gangly that it made it easier for him to hold the instrument or for his fingers to fly across the fretboard to make different notes, but he took to it like a fish to water.

He’d mastered the keys and chords nearly as fast as his teacher taught him, gulping it all down with relish. Hot Cross Buns had nothing on him, and his teacher matched him stride for stride. She gave him new music to practice, and told him that if he signed up for the school’s orchestra, he would be able to rent a guitar to take home. He’d begged his mother to let him do it, and bless her heart, she scavenged up enough money and had worked out a payment plan with the school to afford the required renter’s fees. (Apparently the school didn’t trust a bunch of stupid teenagers with hundreds of dollars’ worth of equipment… shocking.)

It wasn’t long after joining the orchestra that James asked to be taught the piano. His teacher was more than happy to oblige, and the rest was history.

He wishes his teacher could see him now. Miss Brown. Lovely Miss Brown. She’d passed years ago to complications with a health concern. James was in uni at the time. He hopes that if there is an afterlife, she can see what has become of him and know that it was all down to her that he’s made a name for himself.

James is an hour into the whiskey bottle and mindless strumming when a quiet knock sounds on the door. It opens a heartbeat later, and Rose pokes her head in. Her hair is mussed, there are pillow creases across her cheeks, and she’s got small bits of makeup clumped at the corners of her eyes. She’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

But with that wave of affection comes a pang of guilt. He winces and says, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

Rose shakes her head and stays by the door, ringing her hands in front of herself. She’s wearing one of his t-shirts, which makes him smile. She looks great in his clothes, if he does say so himself.

“No, no I wasn’t really sleeping. Not much, anyways. I felt you get up, and you didn’t come back. I wanted to check on you. Are you all right?”

He shrugs. “Are either of us all right?”

A small, ironic smile quirks up her lips. “No, I suppose not. Right. I’ll just… leave you alone then.”

“No, you don’t have to go,” he blurts, because now that he knows she’s up too, he’s desperate for her company. “Please stay. Have a… have a drink with me.”

He stupidly holds up the whiskey bottle and sloshes it in her direction. “It’s vintage.”

She snorts. “I’ve no idea what that means.”

“Nor do I, but it sounded fancy.” He pats the seat next to him. “Come come.”

She does, and plops down beside him, her bare thigh brushing across his and sending his skin tingling. He takes a swig of whiskey before handing it to her. He slouches into her, taking care to rotate the guitar so the neck of it won’t impale her, and rests his head on her shoulder.

“What does m’lady wish to hear?” he asks, strumming a chord from a song he’d recorded last week.

“Anything. Everything,” she sighs, leaning her cheek onto his hair. They’re seated so intimately that a swell of safety overtakes him. Nothing can get to them in this room. The world can’t see them, can’t touch them. He yearns for that to be true.

“Have you ever played guitar?” he asks suddenly. “You fiddled with my piano a while ago, but what about guitar?”

“Once, ages ago in school. Required music class. Teacher spent two weeks teaching us guitar only for us to forget it once the unit was done.”

He laughs. “Sounds about right. Here.”

James takes the whiskey from her and leans forward to set it on the coffee table, then he passes the instrument to Rose. She looks awkward with it, and so he spends the next few minutes coaxing her arms and fingers into the proper positions. She’s still awkward, but much less so.

“You don’t need to strangle the poor thing,” he drawls, seeing how white the tips of her fingers are on the fret strings. “That’s a good way to get a blister in all of five minutes.”

Rose sticks her tongue out at him, but obliges and loosens her grip around the neck of the guitar.

“Good. Let’s learn a few chords, eh?”

Maybe it’s self-centered of him, but he teaches her a simplified version of five chords he used in one of the songs on his upcoming album. He makes sure the chords she needs to play will keep her pinkie and ring finger in one location so she only needs to keep track of two fingers. Beginners’ tutorial, and all that. He slowly helps her move her fingers along the fret to press down on the correct strings for each of the chords.

“Index and middle fingers on these two strings… then move them here… then there…”

Again and again, he works with her until she masters the chords. Rose catches on quickly, only needing slight promptings to readjust her fingers to the proper places.

“See, you’re practically a pro!” he crows when she successfully strums all five chords in succession, albeit quite slowly.

She rolls her eyes. “Come off it, this is nowhere near as complex as the music you make.”

“Not true,” he argues. “I wrote an entire song using these chords. Let me show you.”

Rose watches him curiously as he takes the instrument from her and angles himself in her direction so she has a clear view of the positionings of his fingers. He strums the notes slowly, echoing what she’d played mere seconds ago, and then steadily picks up the tempo and intensity, plucking away in a pattern that has become so familiar to him by now.

Dun, duh-duh dun, duh-duh dun, duh duh, duh-duh-duh-duh.

Down, up up down, up up down, up down, up-down-up-down.

Music fills the room, and he hums along to the lyrics he knows goes with this melody. The music is achingly gentle and soft to match the tone of the song, which is about the night he and Rose talked out their fight and agreed to start genuinely dating. The night he suspected he had fallen head-over-heels in love with her, and dared to hope she might love him, too.

He plays through the entire song, sans lyrics, too lost in the music to realize he’s gone beyond proving his point and is instead just boasting now. But Rose doesn’t seem to mind. She watches him, entranced, her eyes darting from his hands to his face. There’s an inscrutably beautiful expression on her face, awed and delighted and reverent all at once, which makes him feel like he’s created something secret and sacred that belongs to them alone.

When the song ends, she carefully leans over the guitar, cradles his cheeks in her hands, and kisses him. He sighs into her mouth, closing his eyes and letting her surround him. He sets his guitar to the side, wanting his arms to be full of her and not the wood of the instrument.

She notices his lap is empty, and takes it upon herself to fill the newly-vacated space. He groans at the heat of her around him. Her hands slip from his cheeks to tangle in his hair, scratching and tugging in the way he loves best. He’s melting, all of the black emotions from earlier having long since bled away to instead create room for this brilliant, swelling heat building between them.

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be but here, with her hands in his hair, her mouth on his, her body pressed to his. Chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. He can feel every point of contact between, like sparks being set alight across his skin.

His dips his hands beneath her shirt—his shirt—to splay across the expanse of her back. Her skin is warm and smooth, so perfectly touchable, and he can’t help but map out the familiar territory as though it’s their first time again. Her lips and tongue tease and play with his, pulling shuddering groans from him as sensation surges through him. Her scent and her taste and her touch, that’s all he’s aware of. The world could be crumbling around them, and he would be none the wiser, nor would he care.

He holds her tightly, digging his fingertips into the skin overtop her spine as he silently pleads for more. There is an unbearable ache deep inside him, and he gasps when Rose aligns their hips to give him friction, kissing him more deeply. His lips are tingling and his body is throbbing with want, but he doesn’t want this moment to end. He wants this to build up forever, for the next second to feel even better than this current second.

She reaches down and fumbles with the hem of his shirt, tugging up, up, up until she’s able to fling it to the floor. He doesn’t get the chance to reciprocate, as she discards her own top just as quickly as his. She’s perfect, so perfect, and he can’t believe she’s his; his chest tightens, overwhelmed with the depth of this emotion he’s never truly felt before.

But then she puts his hands on her breasts and tenderness slips to the sidelines in favor of his building desire. He leans forward, away from her searching mouth to instead latch his lips onto the jut of her collarbone. She shivers in his lap and tightens her grip on his hair, a silent request for him to stay there for a little while. He obliges, kissing and nipping at her chest and neck until the skin has flared crimson. Not enough to leave any lingering evidence, but enough to mark her for the rest of the night.

When he moves away from her neck, Rose hauls his face towards hers to kiss him desperately, finesse long since gone but it still feels fucking amazing. He’s so hard now that he thinks he’s two seconds away from begging to be inside her, and yet he’s glad to stay like this, kissing her and being kissed by her.

“Want you,” she mumbles into his mouth, writhing down on the hard length of him and hissing at stimulation. “Please.”

As if she had to ask. He wraps an arm around her hips and slips his other hand down the front of her knickers. Wet heat radiates around his fingers as he carefully pushes them inside of her.

“Angle’s weird for more,” he murmurs into the side of her neck. “Fingers okay? Don’t wanna let go.”

“Fingers are fuckin’ great,” she rasps, rocking into his hand. “More. Faster.”

He smiles into her skin and picks up the pace. He anchors his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly as his other hand works between her legs, driving her higher and higher. She’s shaking against him, so close now, and he redoubles his efforts. He licks a line up her neck then kisses her right below her ear, where he knows she’s most sensitive, and grins when she softly cries out.

“James…”

He fucking loves when she says his name like this. Like there’s nothing else in her mind other than him.

“Let me see you,” he whispers.

He curls his fingers into her once, twice, three more times before she breaks. She arches, writhing herself into his hand as she trembles around him. She moans through clenched teeth, making every effort to be quiet as she rides out her high.

Expertly, he brings her down, slowing the motions of his fingers and not touching her where he knows she’s too sensitive. She lets out low groans of pleasure as she slumps into him, breathing erratically. She tucks her forehead into his neck.

A moment passes, then two, and he extricates his hand from her pants, surreptitiously wiping it on his own. He’s still achingly hard, but knows his turn will come soon. Right now, he’s happy to have his arms full of Rose.

She’s not, though. When he goes to rest his cheek in her hair, she straightens and gives him a searing, toe-curling kiss. All his patience is suddenly gone. He lets out the most undignified whine as he grabs her arse and grinds up into her. She grins into his mouth, and slowly, so fucking slowly, rubs herself up… and down… and up… until he thinks he’s going to combust right here on the couch.

“Rose,” he rasps. “I need… please… touch me…”

She keeps that infuriatingly steady pace, and part of him is annoyed, but a greater part of him is so fucking aroused and wants her to keep going as she is. She tilts his head back, using her slight height advantage from being in his lap to press him fully into the couch. He’s helpless to do anything but follow her lead, and trust her to take care of him.

“Close your eyes,” she whispers into his ear, blowing softly and sending a violent shudder through him.

He does, letting the blackness envelop him. His pulse is pounding so furiously through his body that he can see it beating behind his eyes. He rubs himself into her again, chasing that delicious friction, desperate for more.

Rose dances her fingers down his chest, scratching through the light dusting of hair on his pecs then down his belly. His muscles jump and quiver at her touch while he ruts up into her. He’s sure he could finish like this, and would be happy to, if not for wondering what Rose wanted to do to him.

Bless her, she doesn’t make him wait any longer. For a moment he’s confused as her weight shifts off his thighs, but then it settles on the cushion beside him. Her hands are at the waistband of his pants, and he wriggles to help her get them halfway down his arse, just enough to free him from the stuffy confines of the fabric.

And then she’s got her mouth on him.

James shudders out a groan and digs his nails into his palms to keep himself from thrusting up into her hot, wet mouth. He’s throbbing in time with his racing heart, and he can’t see anything through his shut eyes, but God he can feel everything. The tease of her tongue, the oh-so careful scrape of her teeth, the pressure as she sucks…

“Oh, fuck,” he croaks, his voice cracking around the word.

She covers his clenched fist, coaxing his fingers to relax, to open. He thinks she wants to hold his hand, but then she takes him by the wrist and moves his hand up until he brushes the silky locks of her hair. He opens his eyes for just a moment, and Christ the sight of her kneeling beside him, her mouth on his cock, her eyes closed in her own enjoyment… it nearly makes him come on the spot.

He holds on though, not really wanting this to end. Once he has his fingers tangled in her hair, he lets his eyes flutter shut again, happy to let his other senses surge into overdrive. He doesn’t guide her movements, knowing she doesn’t like it when men do that; instead, he relishes being able to touch her like this while she gives him the best goddamned blowjob of his goddamned life.

She gets one of her hands into the fray, playing with the base of his cock where her mouth can’t quite reach, then lower to his balls. She rolls them and squeezes them, whiting out his vision and stealing his breath. The pressure in his cock mounts, throbbing and aching in warning.

“Rose,” he gasps. “I’m gonna come.”

“‘Kay,” she mumbles around him, sucking him even harder, and Jesus fucking Christ he’s done.

Heat and electricity sizzles down his spine as he releases into her mouth, moaning and cursing and hissing wordless sounds. Rose strokes him through it, seemingly able to time her upstrokes with each pulse of his cock, heightening this pleasure into something otherworldly. It’s a good thing he’s sitting, because he can’t quite feel his legs and he thinks his knees have been replaced with jelly as he trembles and shudders through his orgasm.

When he’s done, he comes to to the sensation of Rose kissing his shoulder, her arms wrapped loosely around his hips while one of her hands idly strokes his softening cock. He shivers, sated and sleepy and so, so satisfied.

Rose tilts her head up to give him a pleased smile. “Good?”

He doesn’t deign to reply to that, and instead kisses the grin right off her face.

oOoOo

James can’t concentrate, can’t focus as he watches the clock. He and his driver dropped Rose off at her school an hour ago, where police had to set up a barricade to keep reporters away from the building. Rose’s cheeks were scarlet as she saw all of the attention around her place of employment.

“Why do they care this much about me?” she’d murmured, covering her face with her hands.

“Because they care that much about me, and I care about you,” he replied grimly, thunking his head into the back of his seat. “I’m so sorry. This is madness.”

They’d had to slowly inch through the school traffic, showing identification multiple times before Idris made it to the front of the school. Several other teachers were making their way into the building, looking both frustrated and curious about all the ruckus.

“Good luck,” he whispered, not knowing what else to say as Rose braced herself to slip out of the car. “Idris can pick you up again after work. I… I don’t think you should go home yet. You can stay with me again. If you want.”

Rose nodded silently, then drew in a deep breath. Before she opened her car door, she leaned over and kissed him. When they pulled apart, she gave him a heartbreakingly feeble smile and said, “Have a good day, dear.”

He forced his own smile for her sake, but his stomach was in knots. She had a meeting with her superiors that morning, likely demanding to know what the hell was going on. He offered to be there with her, but conceded that she was right in saying he would probably just make it worse.

That’s how he finds himself in the recording studio, sipping at a strong coffee that he doesn’t really taste and watching the clock tick aimlessly by. He asked her to let him know how her meeting went, and surely by now it should be over. It’s almost eight in the morning; the meeting can’t still be going on, can it?

But there’s no word from Rose for another hour. By now, he’s going mental, convinced she came to her senses and realized she needs to break up with him. This theory eventually evolves into some mad lunatic having broken into her school and murdered her like in one of those American crime dramas. He’d sent her a little “Hope you’re okay 💜” text a half hour ago, but the lack of response only cements these insane thoughts into his head.

Finally, at quarter-past nine, his phone lights up with a call from Rose. He answers it immediately.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

There’s nothing but a small sniffle on the other end of the line, and his stomach drops.

“Rose?” he asks, forcing his voice to remain gentle. “What happened?”

Sniffle. “M’on leave. ‘Til after the holidays. Security concern with me bein’ here right now. Can… can someone come get me? I don’t know where to go.”

“We’re on our way,” he promises, taking his phone away from his ear for a few seconds to fire off a text to his driver. “We’ll come pick you up. Are you at the school?”

“Yeah. I started for the bus stop. Wasn’t thinkin’. More photographers saw me. I ran back inside. Everyone’s lookin’ at me like… like I’m an alien.”

“Oh, Rose,” he whispers, his stomach aching for her. Idris pops her head into the office, and he mimes driving as he rushes toward her. “We’ll be there soon, all right? Stay inside. We’ll be there soon.”

He ends the call, and together, he and Idris make for the car.

“Rose?” she asks. “The school?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Bless her, Idris doesn’t ask for more details. He’s always liked that about her: she’s willing to listen to him whenever he wants to talk, but will never force him to speak when he’d prefer to stay silent. He’s had other drivers who make small talk, or ask him about whatever latest story about him went viral, but not her. He prays she never decides to quit her job.

Traffic is manageable and they make good time to the school. There are still officers posted around the school, but not quite as many. He can see reporters and photographers lingering at the café across the street, and he finds himself itching to throw hot coffee on all of them.

He takes a deep breath, forcing those awful emotions away. He’s better than that. He’s better than them. Rose doesn’t need him being angry and vengeful right now, she needs him to be steady and comforting. He can do that. He’s the steadiest person in the world…

When they get to the front door, he nearly vaults out of the car to rush into the school, but a pointedly-cleared throat and the clack of the door locks activating stops him.

“Low profile,” Idris reminds him, and he sulks for a moment, but sends Rose a text that he’s here.

She emerges a moment later, pale-faced, with nothing but a laptop bag slung over one shoulder. James opens the door for her, and slides across the empty seat to give her room. The moment she settles herself, Idris takes off again, and he unbuckles his seatbelt to take Rose into his arms. She slumps, defeated, into him, and somehow that’s even worse than tears.

She takes a few minutes to tell him about her meeting, and how ultimately the school couldn’t justify putting their students in danger while she’s facing such sudden and viral recognition.

“How could I argue with that?” Rose sighs, rubbing at her temples as though warding off a headache. “’Cos it’s true. There’re so many unauthorized strangers near the school ’cos of me.”

“Because of stupid journalists,” he corrects, but it falls flat.

“They said they’ll reevaluate over the coming weeks. I might be able to return to work in January, if things have died down a bit.”

James desperately hopes it will, for her sake. He couldn’t bear it if he’s the reason Rose loses her job.

“Surely it’s illegal to sack you because of who you’re dating,” he says.

“I’m not sacked,” she reminds him. “I’m on leave. Really, I should be happy. Gettin’ paid to stay at home…” She looks far from happy, though. “I was about to start some of my favorite books with my kids. Frankenstein. Never Let Me Go. To Kill a Mockingbird. Now someone else gets to do it with them, and all I’ve got to look forward to when I get back is bloody Shakespeare.”

“Not a fan of Shakespeare?” he quips weakly.

“Shakespeare’s fine, but not the way they make us teach it in schools, all boring and textual, when it’s supposed to be a performance to be experienced. I’ve been trying to get the school to sponsor an annual theatre trip for the kids, but of course no one wants to invest in the languages and arts anymore.”

James makes a mental note to change that going forward. Yes, he’s sure his donations to various medical research charities are being put to good use, but how much money can he say he’s donated to music and art and literature? He’s ashamed to admit to himself he doesn’t know. How awful is that, given the arts are how he makes his living.

“I’m sorry.” The words feel hollow, but what more can he say? They’re so weak compared to the ache of sorrow buffeting him. It’s because of him that Rose can’t do the job she likes. Because of him that everyone wants to get a look at her. Because of him that her life has been turned upside down.

So it surprises him when Rose immediately says, “I’m not.” She threads her fingers through his and gives them a squeeze. “This… us… what we have together, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

His throat swells shut, and all he can do is offer a weak smile and kiss her knuckles. It’s only then that he realizes Idris is absently driving through the streets of London, taking the routes she always takes whenever he asks if she can just drive him around for a while to nowhere in particular. Well, he supposes that’s right; he didn’t exactly tell Idris where to take them.

Before he makes an executive decision about their destination, he turns to Rose. “D’you wanna come see the studio?”

“Oh, I don’t want to distract you from your work.”

He waves a hand. “Nonsense. Album’s mostly recorded by now. Just a few more songs to tidy up, then it’s off to production. C’mon. Please? I think it’s “take your girlfriend to work” week.”

He shamelessly pouts, happy to see it trigger a laugh. Then she’s nodding, and they’re off.

He’s like a giddy little boy as he guides Rose into the studio. He gets her all checked in as a Very Important Guest, and apologizes when she has to sign multiple nondisclosure agreements before she’s permitted any farther.

“No unauthorized photos, videos, recordings, et cetera et cetera,” he explains, grimacing. “I’m not the only artist here. But you’ve been pretty social-media-phobic throughout our relationship, so I don’t think we have anything to worry about, eh?”

Rose is unbothered, and soon enough, she’s an official guest of James Noble. He guides her straight into his workspace, where his now-cold coffee and untouched guitar waits for him. Rose takes in the room with awe. He remembers feeling like that when he was first shown this place. It’s a large lounge space with cushy sofas and spacious desks, and half a dozen guitars resting on stands while a glossy grand piano stands proud in a corner by a window that looks out over the city. Adjacent is the recording booth, with well-insulated sound-proofed walls and a variety of microphones hanging from the ceiling. The recording booth alone is about the size his old studio flat had been.

“This is incredible,” Rose gasps, spinning slowly to take it all in.

“I’m very lucky.”

And really, he is. This office building is one of the best in the city. He and other major recording artists have their own dedicated rooms, while most other artists need to schedule appointments to use the other joint spaces. It was only after the major success of his third album that he was promoted to this room. If he ever falls from grace, he’ll be back to the shared studios.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” he asks, opening his phone to the app tied to the lovely little café in the basement of the building. “I’m a bit peckish and want a new coffee.”

“No, I haven’t. Bit too wound up to eat this morning.”

James places an order for a coffee for him and a tea for her, as well as two breakfast sandwiches to be delivered to his office. Within ten minutes, he and Rose are lounging on the couch, enjoying their breakfast in a peaceful silence.

He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous to have Rose here in the studio. It’s not like he hasn’t played for her before. But somehow it’s much more… official.

He licks his fingers of lingering bacon grease then wipes them absently on his jeans before heading to his piano. “I told you about the holiday concert I’m part of in a few weeks. I planned to start rehearsing. Just sort of… putzing around with different carols I might have to sing.”

“Might have to sing?” she asks curiously.

“Yeah, I dunno what I’ll be singing ‘til the time of the show. An online auction will go out in the week leading up to the concert. People can donate a quid to vote on a holiday song for me to perform. They can donate another quid to vote on one of my own songs for me to perform intermittently throughout the show. It’s a charity concert, remember. Gotta get the public involved somehow.”

“Bet you’ll make a killin’ after this weekend’s drama,” she drawls, a small but genuine smirk on her face.

He rolls his eyes. One of the well-meaning higher-ups of his record label told him the same thing. All of his music has been streamed more frequently this past weekend, too. Really, this bit of viral recognition has been great for him professionally; usually that thrills him, but this time it just makes him sick.

“Part of my charm is my near-perfect memory,” he continues. “For my hour of the show, we won’t know the results of the poll ‘til I get on stage and the MC dramatically reveals them. This week I was gonna work on the new album and start practicing Christmas tunes so I don’t make a complete arse of myself on stage. So lay it on me, Rose Tyler—give me something to sing.”

Time flies. No, it soars. For the first time in over forty-eight hours, neither of them is sulky or maudlin; they’re carrying on, goofing around, and singing Christmas carols. James is delighted when Rose joins in, watching in awe as she duets perfectly with him. Her voice is beautiful.

She seems to realize what she’s done, and while her cheeks flare scarlet, she doesn’t stop. He makes an effort not to stare at her, to not make her uncomfortable, but he steals glances at every possible moment. He tries to make her laugh as often as he can too, embellishing his voice to near operatic proportions or giving himself silly little accents as he sings. The one that makes her laugh the hardest is a Southern American twang, and he falls back to it a few times.

Lunchtime comes and goes without them realizing it. They’re left alone for the day, to his relief. Professional courtesy, and all that. God, what an awful world it would be if all of his fellow celebrities were as nosey and gossipy as the paparazzi.

It’s mid-afternoon when he suggests they pack it in for the day. Rose gets up from where she’s sitting cross-legged on the couch, bounds over to him, and throws her arms around him. He catches her, confused but very accepting of this affection, and he holds her tightly.

“Thank you. This morning was… well, kind of awful. But this afternoon was perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

He melts, and buries his nose into the side of her neck, breathing her in. “One day at a time. Baby steps.”

“Baby steps,” she agrees, squeezing him harder and making no move to let go.

He doesn’t mind in the slightest. He rocks them slowly from side to side, rubbing long, slow strokes down her back and enjoying this perfect moment of peace. Everything is quiet. Everything is good.

And James thinks, dreams, dares to hope that maybe, just maybe, they can make this work.

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My Future Is Yours ╱╱ 종성 ✧ p.js

synopsis :: ceo’s son!jay x male!reader go on vacation in paris

“summertime is meant to fall in love”

The city is too big. Too many interruptions, too many people.

So Jay takes you on vacation, just the two of you, just how he likes it.

warning :: mentioned arranged marriage, implied homophobia

word count :: 5.5k

“There’s only one bed?” Your voice comes out a little louder than intended.

“Uhm, yea.” Jay’s eyes flick towards you almost nervously. “This is my parents anniversary vacation home, they don’t usually take me with them.”

“Ew, don’t tell me that.”

“Don’t worry I had the sheets and mattress changed. If it’s a problem I can find us a hotel instead?”

“No.” You turn away from the bed and instead choose to focus on starting to unpack the small amount of stuff you had. “We just haven’t shared a bed since high school. I’m being weird, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” He sounds weirdly relieved and also starts unpacking. Jay looks over to the small space I put my stuff in. “I can’t believe you didn’t know we were staying for a month.”

You scoff at him. “I can’t believe you forgot to let me know we were staying for a month.”

“This is why I tell you to pack early.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just steal your clothes.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way Jay lets a small smile grace his face at your words. A ding sounds off in the somewhat quiet room, and Jay picks it up. A couple of seconds later he aggressively taps on the screen before tossing it onto the bed. “Who was it?”

“My dad.”

“Is he bothering you about the company?”

“Kind of... He wants me to get married.” It’s silent after he says that. You stop what you’re doing and stare at him as if he’s grown two heads, a pit of dread fills your stomach.

“What?”

Jay sighs, “He’s trying to arrange a marriage with one of our stronger affiliate companies for more money.” You sit down on the bed, trying to wrap your head around the situation. The idea of Jay getting married, for any reason, filled you with negative emotions you didn’t even want to try deciphering.

“But you’re only 21? I thought your dad was reasonable.”

Jay scoffs. “He can be anything, but reasonable sometimes. He told me by the time he was 21 he had already met and planned to marry my mom. And ‘You should’ve settled down already’.” Jay mocks his father’s voice. He shakes his head and finishes putting the rest of his clothes in the drawers. “Mind if we skip dinner tonight? I need to sleep on this.”

“Oh, yea no that’s fine. I’m pretty tired anyway. Do you want your honey?’ You lean down to fish it out of your bag since Jay’s own bag had been filled with other necessities. You hold it out to him, he sends you a small smile and takes it from you.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

After the both of you wash up and fix your luggage so no one falls, you settle into bed beside each other. In the darkness you stare at the ceiling, laying as straight as you can so you don’t disturb Jay when he's sleeping. You can hear clicks of the honey cap opening and closing until about 15 minutes later, Jay’s breathing evens out.

You wait a few minutes to make sure he’s really asleep before sitting up and pulling out your laptop. You spend less than 10 minutes finding a mall you think Jay will enjoy going to, to take his mind off the arranged marriage situation. After calculating how far away it was from the house and planning how long to be gone, you shut down the laptop and set it aside.

As you lay down to sleep the last thought on your mind is about the sour feelings you had gotten when Jay mentioned marriage.

Aside from that, the first couple of days of your and Jay’s trip was uneventful but peaceful. They were mainly spent shopping and then visiting tourist attractions before dinner. You had quickly gotten over the slight awkwardness at having to share a bed with Jay, especially when you had woken up randomly on the 4th night with him draped across your back, his arms encircling you loosely.

It had felt warm, and incredibly domestic, and in your sleepy haze, you had turned over in his arms to bury your face into his neck and go back to sleep. When you had woken up again, Jay had surprised you with breakfast in bed that he made himself. While you ate, Jay listed off tourist attractions to visit for the day, and then make reservations at some fancy, expensive restaurant.

You had quickly gotten used to this new routine, already having an attraction picked out when Jay had woken you that morning: the Eiffel Tower.

The morning seemed to drag on forever. Jay had proposed visiting the shopping center again that morning before the Eiffel Tower, and of course, you couldn’t say no. He pulled you in the direction of multiple shops he hadn’t had the chance to visit the first time and basically exhausted you with all the running around that was happening.

You had paused in front of a store to catch your breath while Jay went on ahead. As you were hunched over and heaving for air, the light reflecting off of something shiny caught your eye and you realized you were standing in front of a jewelry store. The glinting light attracted your attention once more and you walk closer to the display window.

A pair of silver rings glint once more under the light.

The rings make you smile and for a moment you try to remember how it feels to want to have a future with someone. Instead, you remember how once upon a time you did want to have a future with someone, only for them to ruin your life. Now the only person in your life you couldn’t imagine continuing on without was Jay. The same man who was currently running at you with a speed you didn’t know he possessed.

“Woah-“ You hold your arms out to catch him as he barrels into you after tripping over a loose stone.

“Sorry.” Jay looks to the side at the display window and then back at you. “We have to go Y/n. I want to go to a couple more shops and then we’re going to the tower.”

You groan again, knowing that means you’ll be dragged around again, but at least you’re a couple of stores closer to where you want to be. As Jay pulls you along, he takes one last long glance at the jewelry store, as if committing it to memory, and then fully sprinting away with you in hand.

The sprinting doesn’t stop until you get back to the vacation home after taking as many pictures as you had storage for in front of the Eiffel Tower.

The two of you had ended up staying outside almost all day. Instead of going to one of the fancy restaurants Jay seemed to adore, the both of you had walked around exploring the Parisian street food and Jay got to show off his French skills, smiling bashfully at the compliments he received.

You were absolutely exhausted and napped as soon as you had laid your head onto your pillow. A couple of hours later you wake up to Jay walking back into the room hiding something in his hands, but when you open your mouth to ask, he shushes you and you chalk it up to be nothing and decide to just go to sleep for the night.

The next day you forego visiting a tourist attraction, social battery burnt out from all the random chatter you partook in at all the other sites and all the late night dinners.

Jay sits on the edge of the bed, laptop in his hands as he looks up places to get lunch from. You lay across the bed behind him, holding your switch above your face playing Animal Crossing.

The silence is comfortable, the two of you just basking in each other’s presence. Occasionally you open your mouth to curse Tom Nook’s name and Jay would chuckle, but otherwise, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Eventually, your stomach growls loudly and you groan. “When’s the food going to be here?”

“Should be about 20 minutes.” You groan louder in response, tossing the switch off to the side annoyed and bored.

Your eyes close to think. Not about anything in particular, but you find your thoughts drifting to Jay’s arranged marriage. The sour feeling spreads throughout your chest, but you ignore it. You think about what Jay had relayed to you and an idea pops into your head.

After Jay shuts off the laptop, setting it off to the side, and lays down beside you, you speak. “I’ve been thinking, your dad would call off the marriage if you got a boyfriend, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. What are you suggesting?” Jay looks at you curiously, almost hopeful.

“We’re in Paris, Jay. It has to be named the ‘City of Love’ for a reason.” You choose to ignore the resurfacing sour feelings once more. “I’m sure you could find someone in the 3 weeks we have left here. Someone has to meet your picky standards.”

“Picky?”

You shrug. “You’ve been single for the entire time I’ve known you, I assumed you had way too high standards.”

Jay says nothing. A couple minutes pass and you turn around to see if he somehow fell asleep, only to be startled to find that he’s already staring at you. “What?”

“I’m… in love with someone already.”

Sadness clutches at your heart almost painfully, but you chalk it up to the fact that Jay hadn’t told you about it rather than anything else. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Eventually, yes.”

“Okay, well do I know this guy?” You tried to keep your tone light, and neutral, but you weren’t sure how well that was working. Jay nods slowly. “What’s his name?”

Jay takes a deep breath. “Y/n.”

His answer makes your eyes widen. “Oh.”

It’s painfully silent after that. Jay continues staring at you while you look anywhere but at him. Questions build up inside you and threaten to spill past your lips.

“You don’t-” Jay starts to speak, but you can’t stop a question from escaping you.

“When?”

“Huh?”

“When… or how long have you, uhm, loved me?”

Jay takes another deep breath, like it’s almost painful to admit, and sits up. “When you were dating Jihoon. I don’t know if you remember, but we were hanging out after the movies and I asked you why you were with him and you said you didn’t see a good future with him, but ‘Who else would love me like this?’. And I remember being upset and thinking I would love you the way you deserve… That was when I realized.”

Your mouth goes dry and you sit up as well. “That was... 5 years ago Jay.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry, Jay.” The way Jay’s face falls just slightly as if he knew what you were going to say, but still had a little hope, makes your heart break a little. “I can’t say I feel the same. Ever since Jihoon, I’ve never thought of dating.”

The silence returns. You want to say something, but you’re not sure how to make this better. A part of you feels as if you should’ve just accepted his confession, you’ve known Jay for long enough to know that he would be perfect, but you also know that Jay deserves you being genuine with him. A part of you regrets bringing up the topic in the first place. Another part of you thinks that you should explore this.

Dating Jay would be so easy. He already knows almost everything about you (and vice versa), Jay could cook, he was sweet and always considerate of your feelings, and there was no worry about him outing you to your parents as that had already been done (thanks Jihoon). Really there were no cons, except that Jay could realize that dating you maybe wasn’t what he wanted, but he had already been in love with you for 5 years and had constantly seen you at your worst.

Maybe… you should give it a try. The worst that could happen is that it doesn’t work out.

For the entirety of your mental deliberation, Jay has been quiet and staring at the wall just past you. When you look at him you realize that maybe, you had taken a little too long to think. Jay was anxiously fiddling with the cap of his honey bottle.

“I have an idea.” Jay’s eyes focus on you immediately. “I- I wouldn’t be opposed to dating you.”

“But you don’t like me.” Jay shakes his head. “Don’t date me because you feel bad.”

A frown finds its way onto your face. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I didn’t say I would be your boyfriend, just that we should date. Isn’t the whole point of dating trying to find out if a relationship is worth pursuing?”

It’s Jay’s turn to frown. “If you thought I was worth pursuing, you would’ve liked me already.”

“Jay…” You sigh. “You of all people know how things were for me after Jihoon broke up with me. I wasn’t really looking to pursue anything, with anyone. If I had known you had liked me before, maybe we’d dating already.”

He raises an eyebrow at your words. “So, what? You want to… give it a ‘trial run’ or something?”

“Basically.” You shrug. “We still have about 3 weeks left on vacation. We could date for the rest of our vacation and I’ll tell you how I feel.”

Jay thinks and then shakes his head again. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

“Because I don’t want to just move past this without giving it a chance and regretting it later.”

Jay scuffs his feet against the carpet taking his time to think about your proposal. “…What will happen after..? If you don’t like me..?”

“That’s up to you, but I hope we could still be friends after.”

Jay looks you in the eyes, and serious as ever. “I couldn’t live my life without you.”

“I couldn’t live mine without you either.” You hold eye contact with him, noting the very light blush on his cheeks. “So…? Are we doing this?”

A hand comes up to hide the small smile on his face and then goes to rub the back of his neck. “Can I start right now?”

“With what?”

“I want to cuddle with you until the food gets here.”

“We always do that?” You watch him hold his arms out to you and you scoot towards him. It feels just a little bit awkward as his arms wrap around you and pull you closer. He lays down with you in his arms and you can feel the way his breath hits your ear and you can hear how fast his heart is beating.

“It feels different now.”

If you focus enough to distract yourself from the way Jay surrounds you completely, you can feel the way your own heart is beating fast. “Yeah, you’re right.”

The following weeks are… different.

Well, not that different from when they had first arrived, but now that you know how Jay feels, and you’ve both agreed to try dating, everything feels… different. Everything Jay does feels more purposeful in a way. The feeling of being spoiled grows exponentially.

The way Jay has added in light forehead kisses to his routine of waking you up with breakfast ready. The way Jay buys everything you show the slightest amount of interest in. The way Jay insists on you wearing his clothes for dinner. The way Jay cuddles you at night, tightly holding onto you like he’s afraid you’ll be gone when he wakes up.

All the little things he did, that have changed just slightly, and now you can see his intentions.

Eventually, you run out of places you want to visit, so instead the both of you start to spend your days tangled up in each other. Sometimes you’re silent, and Jay checks his emails maybe even getting a little work done (so he’s not terribly behind when the both of you finally go back) while you play games or nap beside him. Other times the both of you sit on the balcony, huddled up together under a blanket, and talk. Jay would bring out the good wine and you would get a little tipsy, giggling into each other before dinnertime.

After a longer day of drinking on the balcony, you end up skipping dinner and settling in with Jay to sleep. You fell asleep to Jay stroking your hair and whispering words that made you blush lightly into your ear, the last thought on your mind being "I don’t want this to end".

It wasn’t until the next morning that you started thinking about how you felt. You had woken up first for a change and quickly turned off Jay’s alarm to let the pretty boy beside you sleep longer. As you shifted around in the bed, Jay’s grip on you tightened and you stopped to look and see if you had woken him. All you saw was his pouting sleeping face. Your smile is involuntary and you reach over to brush the hair out of his face before managing to maneuver yourself out of his arms and replace yourself with a pillow.

Quietly, you walk into the kitchen, after brushing your teeth and washing your face, determined to surprise Jay for a change, despite your lack of cooking experience. How hard can it be?

Surprisingly, you made it through the eggs okay, all that was left was to actually finish cooking the rest of them after your little test to see if you seasoned them right. You decided to put the eggs on the stove to cook and then turn your focus to mixing the waffle batter, which would be the worst idea you’ve had in a while.

Ten minutes later the fire alarm goes off after you’ve left the eggs on the stove for far too long while you were trying to fix the waffle batter that was way too watery. Jay slowly walks into the kitchen, still sleepy and extremely confused, as you just stare at the burning eggs. He reaches around you to turn off the stove, picks up the pan, and puts it in the sink, letting the water run. He shuffles back to you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your shoulder. “If you were hungry, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I wanted to surprise you…” Jay frowns at your dejected tone and runs a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry.”

“The batter looks-“

You shake your head, interrupting him. “It’s too watery. I kept adding flour to make it better, but then there was too much flour, so I put more water and now it’s too watery and there’s too much batter.”

Jay’s silent for a moment and then he pulls back. He angles your head down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for trying. Do you want to clean up and then go to the cafe for breakfast?”

“I’m paying.” Jay opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off before he can speak. “I want to pay, please?”

“Fine.”

The two of you get to work, Jay cleaning the numerous amount of utensils and bowls you used, while you cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, somehow managing to find flour in random cracks and crevices. Afterward, Jay pulls you into the bedroom and tosses one of his hoodies at you.

“Why’d you tell me to pack clothes if you were just gonna make me wear yours.”

Jay shrugs. “I can’t help what I like. Do you want to walk to the-?”

“Yes.” You cut him off by accident, blushing at the way he raises his eyebrow at your eagerness. “…I want to hold your hand.”

Jay laughs at your shyness. “We can still hold hands in the car?”

“I know, but it’s… different. Shut up.” His laughter grows louder. You slip his hoodie on over your shirt and leave the room to wait by the door and put your shoes on. Minutes later Jay comes out wearing a hoodie and sweatpants like you, his shoes already on.

He grabs the house keys and then reaches for your hand. “If you get tired, I’m not carrying you back.”

You scoff at him as he opens the door, pulling you through it. “You will.”

“I will.” He agrees and smiles at you. It’s then, looking at his smiling face, that you realize just how much you like him and how you were stupid to not realize it earlier. The way your mood soured when Jay mentioned the possibility of an arranged marriage. There was a very fine line between cuddling as friends and cuddling as friends that liked each other, and you were certain that you and Jay had crossed that line numerous times over the years. The way you had felt about Jay had been pretty set in stone for over 4 years, and yet it was only now that you were realizing those feelings weren’t just admiration or platonic love, but genuine like (or love considering it’s been 4 years).

The walk to the cafe continues in silence as you think about the man next to you. The past 2-3 weeks have made you realize just how blind you’ve been. It had been such a shock to you when Jay had first told you how he felt, but as you walk, it hits you that the way he’s been treating you hasn’t changed, aside from his touches becoming more confident after he confessed.

You remember how he used to hover around you, even before the two of you became such good friends. Every memory of the beginnings of your friendship that you can think of involve Jay around you in some capacity, seemingly desperate to be in your space, despite him only being friends with other mutual friends at the time. You squeeze his hand, smiling when he reciprocates, reminiscing on how far the both of you have come in 6 years.

The bell of the cafe startles you out of your memories. Jay greets one of the workers with a wave and he pulls you to a secluded booth in the back and you sit face to face. Seconds later the employee Jay waved at brings your food and you raise your eyebrow at him.

“I may have called beforehand.”

You squint at him, “Did you pay beforehand?” All of a sudden Jay seems to find the menu more interesting than your conversation. You scoff at him and pull your hand out of his grasp.

“No- Wait, I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand again, but you scoot further into the booth away from him. “Y/n…” He scoots towards you, but you scoot away again. “Come back.”

You give him the stink eye, “No. Stay over there.”

Jay, of course, does not listen and it turns into the two of you scooting around the booth, circling each other. The food is starting to get cold, and it seems there’s no end to this, until- “Y/n, baby, please.”

The pet name makes you pause, your hands coming up to conceal the blush spreading across your cheeks, and seconds later Jay’s arms encircle your waist. “Got you.”

You roll your eyes at his smug tone and then reach across the table to grab your food. “You want me so bad.”

“I do.”

“I know that… now.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “I was thinking about how you used to follow me around, earlier.”

Jay barks out a laugh at that, briefly attracting the attention of the other cafe customers. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“You’re finally making progress after 6 years, how do you feel?” You hold your fist up to his mouth as if you were holding a mic.

“Can I be honest?”

“Always.”

“Like I want to kiss you.” Your eyes widen a bit. “Can I?”

You stumble over your words as you respond. “I- Yea. Yes, you don’t have to ask.”

Jay’s hand finds your chin and tilts your head up to face him. Your heart pounds as he leans in and you forget that you’re out in public. His lips meet yours and you almost forget to breathe. The kiss is special, but not special in a way that you felt sparks fly, more so that kissing Jay felt so natural, like a piece of you that you didn’t realize was missing until you had it. The kiss is a chaste one, not lasting very long, and as soon as Jay pulls away you lean in for another peck.

You settle down against his shoulder and finally start eating your, now cold, breakfast sandwich. Beside you, Jay can’t stop smiling. “Eat your food. I woke up too early for this.”

“You can nap if you want to, I know you woke up earlier than usual. You even turned off my alarm.”

“You drank more than I did, I wanted you to rest.” You shrug, taking another bite of your sandwich. “I thought you said you weren’t going to carry me.”

Jay finally takes a bite of his own breakfast. “I changed my mind. I might get weird looks, but I’d rather you get as much rest as you can.”

You finish up the last couple bites of your sandwich and then interlace your fingers with his as you close your eyes. “If you insist.”

“Y/n? Are you awake?” Jay's voice calls out to you softly from above. Your eyes stay closed and you only hum in response. A sigh leaves you when you feel Jay’s hand start to card through your hair. “Wake up, it’ll be time for dinner soon.” With your eyes still closed you pout, irritated at the thought of having to get up, and Jay laughs softly. Seconds later you feel his lips brush against your forehead. “Okay, I’ll cancel the reservation.”

The resulting small smile on your face must look silly because Jay laughs louder this time. Your smile grows a bit wider when Jay kisses your cheek, and wider when he does it again, until you’re laughing and he’s pressed kisses all over your face. After a few minutes, Jay pauses and you take the time to calm yourself and mentally prepare to open your eyes. A few more minutes pass and you can feel Jay’s stare.

You open your eyes to see Jay lost in thought above you, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting slightly. You reach up to smooth his wrinkles with your thumb, “What are you thinking about?”

You watch Jay contemplate his answer before he opens his mouth. “Marry me.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. Your shocked eyes meet his intense ones, as he stares back at you intently, awaiting your response. A nervous chuckle escapes you, “I feel like you skipped a couple chapters.”

Your nervous tone seems to remind Jay of your current situation and he backtracks quickly. “Not- I didn’t mean right now.” He moves to sit beside you as you sit up to listen to him better. “I would love to marry you one day. It’s just… I’ve been in love with you for so long just asking to be your boyfriend doesn’t feel like enough.” His hand reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

He laughs when you shift beside him nervously. “Whatcha got there?”

“Relax, I’m not proposing, yet.” He opens the box to reveal the matching rings you had seen earlier that week. “They’re promise rings.”

“Oh.” You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“I saw you staring at them, and I may have gotten a bit ahead of myself. I bought them while you were sleeping.” Jay holds his hand out for yours, grabbing one of the rings with his other hand. When you place your shaky hand into his, he slips the ring onto your middle finger and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “I want to promise my future to you. I’m not asking you to promise the same thing, you don’t even have to wear the ring if you don’t want to. Just have it and know that I love you- That I’m in love with you, and there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you.”

“What if I didn’t want to put a label on us and we just stayed like this? Just Y/n and Jay.” Jay leans forward and presses his forehead against yours.

“That’s okay. My time is yours to waste if you choose to do so.”

You close your eyes and take a moment to process what he says. “That’s dangerous, Jay.”

“I don’t mind anything as long as it’s you.”

“…Then I guess you’re lucky your boyfriend isn’t some psycho who would take advantage of that.”

“Boyfriend?” You feel Jay pull away from you and open your eyes to see his hopeful expression.

“Give me your hand.” You grab the other ring from the box. Jay’s eyes follow as you slip the ring onto his middle finger and then lace your hands together. “I want to promise the world to you. You deserve so much, you’ve been with me through everything. I want to promise my future to you as well…” A long pause follows as you try to find the right words.

Jay closes his eyes, seemingly preparing himself for whatever else you have to say. “But?”

“But I can’t.” He exhales sharply.

“You know better than anyone how I feel about commitment. I really lo-“ You stop short, realizing what you were about to say, and look down to avoid the way Jay’s gaze turned to you quickly. “I, uhm... I really like you, Jay. Even before realizing how I liked you, I never imagined my future without you. So, no, I can’t promise my future to you, yet. But know that I will get there and it won’t be a waste of time and in the meantime I want you to be my boyfriend.”

For a moment it’s like everything stops as Jay processes what you say. He opens his eyes and stares at you first, then lowers his gaze to the rings. “Can I kiss you?”

“I already said you don’t have to ask.”

“Yea, but it’s a serious moment, and I-“

“Jay.” You interrupt what you can tell will develop into a ramble.

“Right.” In no time at all Jay’s lips meet yours, gentle, but filled with passion. He leans forward into the kiss, pushing you backward to lie on the bed. He pulls back slightly, pressing a couple more light kisses to your lips. “Being your boyfriend sounds amazing.”

“Good.” You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. “You’re stuck with me.”

Jay’s chuckle makes your face flush. “There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.” A quick kiss is pressed on your cheek.

“You should call your dad. Since.. you know.”

“Oh. Right.” Jay rises from the bed and grabs his phone on the way to the bathroom for privacy. You stay laid across the bed and think about the future. A furious blush spread across your cheeks as you remember what Jay had said earlier about marrying you. You can picture your future together already, waking up to him beside you every morning, every anniversary being treated as the most important holiday, adopting together, and having a family.

While you’re lost in thought, smiling to yourself, Jay comes back into the room smiling. He plops down onto the bed beside you. “My dad said he already knew.”

“Then wha-“

“I don’t know, I stopped questioning him a long time ago.” Jay then frowns. “He also said he’ll disown me if I ever break your heart.”

You laugh sharply. “I had a feeling he loved me. No matter how much he acts like he doesn’t.”

“He’s gonna start treating you like you’re his son instead of me.” Jay shifts towards you, resting his head on his hand. “What were you thinking about?”

You sigh softly and turn your head towards him, “Us. The future.”

“You don’t have to think about it too much. I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to.”

You simply smile at him and shrug. “I think I feel good about the future.”

“You do?” You can see the way Jay fails to fight off his smile. “Why?”

“Because it’s with you.” Jay surges forward, capturing your lips once more. The kiss is slow and purposeful. Your hands come up to find purchase in Jay’s hair, trying to pull him closer against you, despite being as close as you can be. The long kiss eventually dissolves into a series of kisses.

“I’m extending our vacation.” He says between kisses.

“Oh? Okay.”

“i’m asking for your love, i don’t wanna go home”

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a/n :: the rings can look however you want em to look fr fr but these are ones i found n really like.. it took me 2-3 weeks to write this i'm so sick

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kidge-planet · 8 months ago

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Anaïs’ headcanons : Kidge's daughter/ Second kid...

new born :

the same people that cried the first time cried again.

Keith was mesmerized by how pretty his little princess (he started to call her that since the day he met her) was.

Kayden, her big brother, didn’t like her that much at first… But he was only 3yo.

She got many gifts from her family… Especially nonna Colleen.

Krolia also gifted her a blade and just like Kayden, Keith will give it to her when she’ll be ready.

She was crying less than Kayden when he was a newborn.

Just like she did with Kayden, Pidge filmed Keith when he first held Anaïs. The only difference is that he was now more confortable.

She sort of looked like Pidge but her hair was a bit darker and has Keith’s eyes.

Kosmo was allowed at the hospital and kept sniffing her and then licking Pidge’s face as if he was trying to congratulate her.

Colleen is very happy ; she wanted a grand-daughter so much!

Baby :

Just like her brother, She started to crawl early and was following Kosmo Around. The only difference is that she moves a bit less and sleeps a lot.

She is very VERY curious. Plus, whenever she sees something new to her, she immediatly wants to see it closer, touch it and put it in her mouth. Pidge and Keith learned to always keep an eye on her, so did Kosmo.

Once, she tried eating Kosmo’s fur. Pidge saw it ans immediatly stopped her.

She loves cuddles with her mommy and her daddy… Same with Kosmo and Kayden.

Kayden plays with her a lot, even tho he thinks she doesn’t play interesting games… ( She’s a baby, you give her a little car or a doll, she wont make sens out of it and will just put it in her mouth or throw it…)

She eats EVERYTHING except banana… She just doesn’t like it…

She also eats a LOT.

She likes watching cartoons and drawing… She’s just a baby so she doesn’t really understands the cartoons and when she draws, It doesn’t look like anything… But Pidge calls it « abstrait art » and keeps all of the drawings she does.

Once, there was a song on the TV and Anaïs tried singing even tho she can’t talk…. Pidge filmed that and it was so cute that she sent it to everyone…

She LOVES animals.

She also loves candies a bit too much…

Anaïs quickly started to try to walk… She was able to after less than a month even tho she still falls.

Her first word was « wolf ». Kayden laughed at this.

She admires her big brother and her father when they train. It makes her laugh when Kayden punches Keith.

She also likes to whatch her mommy when she works on her computer because the sound of the key-board is sort of relaxing to her.

She’s often curled up to Kosmo and asleep.

Once, she saw outside with Keith and found a racoon… She grabbed it and fortunately, the racoon didn’t hurt her…

Keith have a thousand nicknames for her ( he does for Kaiden too but I forgot to put it in his headcanons niebfvhnefv) His favorites are « princess », « baby », « Anna », « Annie », « my love » and « bunny »… Bunny is just because he thinks she’s cute and small, like a bunny…

She does drooly kisses… EW.

Kid :

She is still obsessed with animals… She once grabbed frogs and put them in her pockets… She then placed them in her room .

She also still draws a lot… « abstrait art »…

most importantly , SHE IS WAYYY TOO CURIOUS ! Now that she can talk, she asks a thousand questions, some times very useless or embarassing : « mommy, why does the lady wears a red dress ? », « Daddy, why is the baby so ugly ? » ( she said that one in front of the baby’s parents…), « Nonna, how we you do babie ? »

she gets sick often… Too often…

she started to train along with Keith and Kaiden… She learns to fight and to do many sports… She likes it a lot and she registered in a football club…

Her mother has a few jewlery and she took them to out it on her plushies…

She calls Matt « Uncle Matt-Matt ».

She is very out going ! At shcool, she’s friend with every single kids ! She’s the litteral opposit of her parents…

she climbs trees which often scare Keith and Pidge because the trees she climbs often look fragile.

She still is often found snuggled to Kosmo.

Despite her young age, she is very interested by sciences and plantes… So Pidge takes some time to explain some stuffs to her…. So does Colleen, Sam and Matt…

She likes to draw Pidge.

Keith treats her like a little princess and wants to show her how she should expect boys to treat her in the future. ( So he often buys her and Kaiden flowers, for exemple… He buys some to Kaiden too because Kaiden should know what to expect too and because he loves his son as much as his daughter )

When she discovered how meat was made, she cried and refused to meat ever again… She love animals way too much.

She and Kaiden enjoy to garden with their nonna.

Anaïs, just like her brother, loves space. So when granny Krolia is on earth, both of them beg her to take them in her ship to fly around earth.

Her room is a mess. Always.

I stop here because I have no inspiraton or headcanons left for her§ Hope you liked this and I'll write the last part as soon as possible! see yaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

#pidge and keith #keith and pidge #voltron kidge #keith #pidge #voltron pidge #keith voltron #kidge #voltron #voltron legendary defender #kidgekids

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never-not-ever · 2 days ago

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What a long fucking day. I wake up a lot in the middle of the night and I swear the topamax is helping me be able to fall back asleep faster than normal. But as morning approaches the effect wears off. And maybe it’s not even the topamax. Maybe it’s all in my head cause I was told it can make you loopy/sleepy hence me taking it at night, so me thinking it makes me tired makes me believe it’s really working in that aspect.

Okay so a whole paragraph about the “long fucking day” before the day even began 🙃.

So at 4:45 I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep as fast and started feeling so anxious. Like I shaking my legs and felt like I was about to start crying. There was no reason to be anxious at 4:45am… which just made me more anxious. I was finally able to fall back asleep until shift change and just tossed and turned for a half hour before saying screw it and got out of bed at 7:30 (ew) but managed to snag the hot shower!

I had a really good meeting with my team and my I love my doctor. She was going off telling stories and I was just sitting back smiling and it was a nice little distraction from the anxiety that continued from earlier. Like I never take prns with morning meds… Er well in the past I used to when I had anxiety relating to team meetings.

Anyways my social worker got in contact with some mentalization treatment center/group here at the hospital and it looks like I may be getting set up with them. The meeting ended a little tough on the topic of self harm and my anxiety just increased after that.

I tried going to group at 11 but left early. I was debating having my Nana come for a visit and ended up telling her yes. She brought pizza from an Italian bakery and we played some games. It wasn’t bad.

The night ended a lot better than how the morning was and I learned a new card game and had actually had some fun with two friends just now.

I’m totally skipping this afternoon but I partly can’t remember and also can feel my meds kicking in…

It’s weird I actually can’t wait to fall asleep and hope it goes by quick so I can just wake up. It’s like I don’t want to be asleep. But like I just want to lay in bed. I can’t explain it. And I’m too tired to reread this…

#personal #inpatient

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filet-o-feelings · 2 years ago

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David and Patrick:

22. Reunion hug.

Patrick turns the tv off and picks up the empty popcorn bowl, bringing it to the kitchen to wash later. “Thanks for keeping me company this week, Stevie.”

“Anytime, Brewer. You know I’d have been here just as much if David had been home. It sucks that I finally got some time off from traveling for RMG and it coincides with David’s visit to Alexis,” she says frowning as she follows Patrick into the kitchen, setting down her empty wine glass and Patrick’s beer bottle next to the popcorn bowl.

“He misses you, too,” he assures her. “I’m glad we were able to spend some time together though.”

“What time does he get in tomorrow?”

“His flight lands at 1:55 pm. I plan on leaving early, though. I doubt I’ll get much sleep, anyway.”

“Ew, you really miss him, huh?”

“We’ve never been apart this long. I’m glad he’s spending some time with his sister, but I can’t sleep without him, and being alone at the store feels weird and wrong. I don’t even know what I would’ve done all week without you here to distract me.”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough sincerity for me. I’ll see you both on Tuesday?”

“Of course. And you’re welcome to stop by when we get back tomorrow, I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.”

“No, no. You two deserve at least one night to be gross and make up for your time apart. I can wait a day.”

“Thanks, Stevie,” he says as she walks out the door, waving.

🛬

Patrick checks his phone again to make sure the plane hasn’t been delayed. It should be landing any minute now, bringing his husband back home to him.

He’d been correct in his assumption that he wouldn’t sleep; between his weeklong struggle of falling asleep without David wrapped around him and the excitement of knowing he would finally be in his arms this afternoon, it had been a particularly long night. Eventually, he had given up and started reorganizing his closet, since the rest of the house had already been cleaned bit by bit in every waking hour David had been gone and Stevie wasn’t keeping him occupied. Even then, he’d had some trouble keeping still. It was becoming more and more apparent just how much David’s strong hands on his shoulders were what kept him grounded. Without them, he flitted about wildly and directionless, but at least the cottage would be in excellent shape for David’s return.

His phone buzzed in his hands and he nearly dropped it in surprise, despite having expected a text as soon as David had landed. He’s here. Safe, and waiting to deplane. Patrick was practically vibrating in anticipation. He watched passengers from other flights as they reunited with loved ones, and he waited his turn.

Another group of people was coming through, and Patrick watched carefully in hopes that they had been on David’s flight. His cheeks hurt when he spotted his husband’s signature swoop of dark hair and he grinned as he watched him materialize behind other passengers as he got closer.

Their eyes met and his heart swelled as he laid eyes on his husband physically for the first time in a week, and before he’d even realized he’d taken a step, he was in his arms, his face buried in David’s neck, breathing him in.

God, he’d missed his smell. His touch. “Hi.” His voice, oh, his voice!

“Hi,” he responded, his voice muffled in David’s skin, unable to remove himself just yet. David rubbed his hands over his back and they melted into each other, the rest of the world and the sounds of travelers all around them falling away.

David is home.

And so is Patrick.

#thanks for asking!#I'm having lots of fun with these prompts if anyway wants to send more #sc fanfic #david x patrick

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themculibrary · 2 years ago

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Camp/Camping Masterlist

And I Would Drive 500 Miles (ao3) - Nickies_Nonsense steve/tony, harley/peter N/R, 10k

Summary: After endgame Tony decides the team needs a break from saving the world. What follows is a two week long road trip told through the eyes of each avenger. Sam doesn’t know if being stuck in the car for two weeks counts as a break. Steve wants to give Harley a shovel talk. Peter is just happy to be there. Team bonding, cuddling, and lots of really bad singing ensues.

- Thor’s road trip snacks - a mixed playlist with all the avengers favorite songs - a team of underpaid babysitters

A Particular Style (ao3) - sinuous_curve steve/tony E, 3k

Summary: “The erotic tale of one camp counselor’s descent into lesbian madness?” Toni rattles off the summary, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead in a swoon that Steph can’t see. “I can’t fault your taste. It was always one of my favorites.”

Bunk Cuddles and Campfire Kisses (ao3) - WaywardKeener harley/peter T, 776

Summary: Peter and Harley are bunkmates.

Camp Counsellors (ao3) - accidentallyonpurpose steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Based off the prompt: Imagine your OTP as counselors at a summer camp who sneak off when all the kids are asleep to go make out.

Camping (ao3) - camwolfe steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: They go camping. Steve loves it, Bucky doesn't.

Camping (ao3) - Narsil5 G, 1k

Summary: “Are you ok Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, laughing his head off.

“No. I have been beaten by a tent. A tent.” Tony said, trying to untangle himself. Peter just snorted and watched with some degree of amusement.

“What, no pop culture references?” Tony asked, lying on his back with his legs still entangled.

“You’ve fallen and you can’t get up.” Peter said calmly, drinking some water.

“Isn’t that from a senior citizens’ ad?”

“I am taking nothing back.”

Camping and Ghost Stories (ao3) - WaywardKeener harley/peter T, 1k

Summary: Peter is terrified of ghost stories. Luckily he has Harley to protect him from the nightmares.

Camping Blues (ao3) - chvotic G, 7k

Summary: Vomit splattered onto the ground as he tumbled outside into the darkness, but most of it went down his front and soaked his sweater and pants.

Inside the tent, Flash could be heard complaining. “Ew, ew, EW! Oh my god- he fucking puked on me!”

Or, in which, Peter gets sick on his school camping trip.

Half Dome (ao3) - spiderfire steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Steve, Bucky, Clint and Sam go on a camping trip. Steve and Bucky get up early one day and take a hike.

roasting s'mores by the campfire (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 714

Summary: Sam and Bucky are joining Clint and Kate on a camping trip. When Sam gets cold, Bucky lends him a sweater.

Into the Woods (ao3) - Tonight_At_Noon bucky/darcy M, 4k

Summary: A rivalry born in the snowy New York winter comes to a head every summer at a camp in southern Virginia.

I Remember You (ao3) - AlyKat clint/phil T, 11k

Summary: Prompt: Imagine your OTP meeting as kids at a summer camp and becoming best friends. At the end of the summer, they are sad because they think that they will never meet again. Imagine them as teenagers, going back as camp counselors and falling in love.

I seem good on the surface (ao3) - whothehellisbuckles sam/bucky G, 3k

Summary: When Sam came home in the spring, he did everything he was supposed to: made a routine, spent time with loved ones, kept himself busy, and didn’t talk about it. Now it’s the end of summer, and Sam’s afraid he lost himself somewhere along the way.

Showing Up (ao3) - Bear_shark sam/bucky G, 6k

Summary: Sam, Bucky, and Steve lead their scout group on a weekend camping trip. Shenanigans ensue.

Or: Sam bonds with his son and realizes he has feelings for another troop leader.

Stuck(y) In the Woods (ao3) - FluffySax steve/bucky M, 27k

Summary: “They wouldn’t have just left, right?” Steve asked.

“They can’t be far, if they did leave,” Bucky spoke softly.

“Do you even know which way to go? I don’t have a compass, map or phone on me.”

“I…I don’t know, Steve.”

Fucking great. Steve was stuck in a forest he didn't know, with a guy he didn't know and only one tent and one sleeping bag. Really fucking great indeed.

Cue Steve and Bucky going on a school trip, getting lost in the woods, lots of fluff and two boys growing intimate faster than either one would have thought it possible.

summer has never been more good (ao3) - OhHelloFandoms123 sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Bucky and Sam work at a Summer Camp where they educate and do activities with greasy teenagers, little did they know their feelings for each other have grown.

Tonight, You're Fuel For My Fire (ao3) - JustLuckyStan bucky/steve/natasha/sam E, 7k

Summary: He's quite pleased with how things have come along, but knows now is the time to ask the most important question of the evening.

"I'm ready to move this party to the huge king in our bedroom, but I want to make sure everyone is on board."

Bucky just smiles against his lips, breathing a soft yes that has the smile returning to Steve's face. Sam offers a hearty salute, and Steve swears he hears a Hallelujah choir playing somewhere in the distance when Nat stares right at him and flashes that smirk that has had him hooked from the day they met.

"Guess we're all in."

Who Likes Nature, Anyways? (ao3) - Writer_Lethogica sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Nine Short Dates with Sam and Bucky, Date Three: Camping

EXCERPT:

“I think I went camping twice before going into the air force,” said Sam, helping set up the camp fire, “Once, it was two steps away from glamping, I think. My Tití – she got huge tents with mattresses like this, she brought a portable TV, one with a built in VCR, and a little generator, let Sarah, Gideon, and I eat Slim Jims and watch Die Hard as she made popcorn. The second time, I was on some trip with friends in college and it was probably the worst night sleep I had before I got into the army. It was a complete disaster. Didn’t pack the right kind of food, the tent was run over by another car when we were out on a hike, just bad experience all around.”

“Someone ran over your tent when you were on a hike?” asked Bucky, his eyebrows raised, “They could have run you over.”

“I know, right?” said Sam, the sun crawling behind the mountains in the distance, Bucky sparking the fire, “Lucky we weren’t taking an afternoon nap or something.”

#themculibrary #au #fluff #camp #camp masterlist #masterlists

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the-beeez-kneeez · 8 months ago

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i crave nothing but to be adored, craved, unconditionally loved by one person. i want to be on our own planet speaking only a language we know- i want to live life with my best friend, other half, soulmate, true love. i wish i was pretty enough to be memorable, memorable enough to be missed, and truly good enough to be so incredibly loved i don’t doubt it for a moment and they wouldn’t dare either.

but then i also dream of giving someone all of my love- trusting them with my whole heart and confidently knowing they’ll cherish it, protect and guard it. i want to care for and nurture my love, to lift them up and help them reach for things they thought were way too far away. i want to feel safe enough to love someone as hard as i was meant to love, i want them to know how much i adore them, i want to write them love letters and make stupid little gifts for them just bc, i want to be their safe place, shoulder to cry on, the only one they want to embrace.

i just want to fast forward to when i’m trying so hard to fall asleep but i can’t because my cheeks hurt from smiling so much and we can’t stop laughing/talking even though we both have to be up early.

i just want intimacy that isn’t disposable, i’m sick of how meaningless and replaceable everything feels.

EW okay i’m done being sappy and gross im just so tired of waiting for someone who seems impossible.

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drewsbuzzcut · 2 years ago

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Lake Days

Ethan Edwards x f!reader

warnings: vomiting, dehydration, sunburns, pregnancy (let me know if i missed any)

a/n: first eddy fic!! Didn’t expect it to be 2.1k words but it’s his birthday so I’m happy with it. I hope y’all enjoy! *also this isn't edited*

Distant yelling and talking wakes you from your sleep. You don’t even have to try to guess where all the noise is coming from. It’s known that summers at the lake house with a bunch of hockey players are always noisy. It’s your first summer at the lake house, but you don’t have to worry about adjusting to the noise because you’ve known these boys for a little bit now.

Turning your head, you are surprised that Ethan isn’t still in bed. Actually you’re surprised that the boys are up at 9am. They had spent all day in the water and all night drinking and playing games. You and Ethan had an even longer night, taking advantage of the privacy given by having your own room in the house.

Getting out of bed, you pin your hair up with a claw clip, and slip on your bikini and throw Ethan’s umich shirt on top. The fact that you can wear a bikini and a tshirt all day, everyday while at the lake house might be your favorite thing.

You’re quick to brush your teeth and wash your face so you can make your way into the chaos that is a bunch of men.

“Well good morning, y/n! You’re up early,” Dylan states enthusiastically, causing everyone’s head to turn to you. When Ethan catches you in his line of sight, he smiles that smile that made you fall in love with him, resulting in you smiling wide.

‘I’m up early?” You ask sarcastically before grabbing the back of Ethan’s neck to pull his head back so you can give him a quick peck. Laying your hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady, relaxing beat of his heart.

“You guys are the ones who are up earlier than usual,” you continue, taking a seat next to Ethan who gets up to serve you breakfast.

“The guys wanted to play a game of volleyball and then have a bbq later in the evening,’ Ethan explains.

“Ahhh. That’s why you all are sweaty,’ you giggle and run your hand up and down Ethan’s back.

“You should join us in a game, y/n/n,” Luke suggests, but you had just wanted to lay out in the sun the whole day.

“Sorry boys. I will be tanning, but I can still cheer you all on,” you say knowing that the chances of you staying awake out in the sun were low.

After breakfast, everyone returns outside. You set up a small area where you will be for the rest of the daylight.

“Babe, are you sure you want to lay out in the sun all day? I know you, and you will most likely fall asleep and I don’t want you to get a sunburn,” Ethan expresses his concern which melts your heart, knowing that he knows you so well.

“I’ll be fine, E. I have an alarm set so I won’t get a sunburn. I also have to cheer you on while you kick their asses in volleyball,” you reply as you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your body into his. Your answer is enough to bring a bright red blush to his cheeks, and he’s quick to hide his face by looking down at the ground. You move your hands to his cheeks to get him to look at you and he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you tightly against him.

“You’re hot, babe,” feeling his skin pressed to yours is always nice, but you can feel how hot his skin is and you know he needs to stay hydrated.

“So are you,” he smirks and you can’t help but laugh at his cheekiness.

“Not what I meant. Make sure to drink lots of water, I don’t need you passing out on me, my love,” you mutter in his ear.

“Got it, captain. Can I rub sunscreen on you?” You nod and allow him to rub sunscreen all over you while he presses kisses to your body.

“Ew, is it just me or is this sunscreen really potent? It’s bothering me,” you whisper to him, disgust on your face.

“It smells like regular sunscreen to me, but do you want me to stop?”

“No, I will just try not to focus on it. Maybe I’m getting sick or about to start my period,” you respond.

“Done! Relax for me? I don’t want you to feel worse. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

When your alarm goes off, you see a panting Ethan next to you with a sly smile on his face.

“What’re you up to, E?”

“Can I do something?”

“What?”

“I found these stickers in the house and I wanted to put them on you while you tan, so when you take them off it turns into a sun tattoo,” he tells you.

“What’re the stickers?”

“73,” he gives a small smirk.

“You’re kidding… where do you want to put it?”

He leans forward to bite the flesh of your boob that peeks from the top of your bikini top.

“Make it fast,” you give him permission; he cheers silently but very excitedly.

While he places the stickers perfectly on your skin you get a wave of nausea that causes you to sit up in a hurry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel too good. I almost threw up. Can you get me some water?”

“Of course,” he answers before running in the house to get you a glass of water.

“Here, babe. Do you think you should go inside?”

You shake your head then lean it on his warm shoulder.

“I’m fine. I think I’m just dehydrated,” you go back to laying down on your blanket.

“I’m going to go fill up my water bottle for you,” Ethan presses a kiss to your lips before getting up to go in the house again.

“Maybe I should stay here with you to make sure you’re okay. I don’t need you passing out on me,” he repeats your words back to you. He’s leaning over you as you lay down and his worry is very evident as it swims in his body and flows out from his eyes.

You reach out a hand to caress his cheek, rubbing it with your thumb.

“I’m okay, bub. Go back out there and have fun. I will stay here and try to nap again.” You kiss him then rub your nose against his before he gets up to return back to the game of volleyball.

A full hour passes when you wake up again, your body sore and burning. You forgot to turn the alarm back on. You wince as you try to sit up and it immediately brings tears to your eyes.

“E!!” You call out, regretting it as you feel the strain in your skin.

He comes running as fast as he can.

“Hey… hey, pretty girl. What’s wrong? What hurts?” He asks frantically.

“I forgot to turn my alarm back on, and slept for a while and now I’m sunburned,” you try to say through your soft cries. Everyone is quiet and focusing on the scene in front of them; they’re worried about you as well, and seeing that their attention is on you is enough to make you cry harder out of embarrassment.

Ethan tucks some pieces of your hair behind your ears, kisses your forehead and picks you up slowly, so he won’t hurt you. “I’m going to take you to the room so we can lay down. I’ll put some aloe on you too,” he whispers in your ear.

When you get to your room, he sets you on the bed and looks you over.

“The sunburn isn’t too bad, it probably hurt a lot more because you were still in the sun. I’ll put some aloe on you, though,” he reassures you.

You’re sitting up on the bed with Ethan between your legs. Your head is against his chest while he rubs the aloe into the skin of your back and shoulders. When he gets to your front, he softly pulls off the stickers, revealing the ‘73’ sun tattoo. He presses a chaste kiss on the spot and continues to cover you in aloe.

Just as he’s about to finish, you straighten up because the urge to puke is back. You run to the restroom to empty out your stomach and Ethan isn’t far behind you. He lightly pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and slowly massages the back of your neck.

Your whimpers let Ethan know that you’re not feeling good at all.

“I’m late,” you whisper to him, not wanting to risk anyone who may be around hearing.

“Late?”

“My period is late… very late. I’m about a month late, and I realized earlier but I didn’t want to think about it, but now I’m thinking about it and me throwing up is adding more to those thoughts. What if I’m pregnant?” You start crying again, causing Ethan to pull you into a hug.

“I will go to the store and get you a test, okay?” He gets up to leave, almost robotically. You know he’s freaking out on the inside. You’re both young and despite wanting to spend the rest of your lives together, you know kids aren’t the plan at the moment.

“Wait! Say you love me. Say that this won’t change anything. Say that you won’t leave me because if I’m pregnant, I won’t be giving up my baby. Oh my god. I’ve ruined everything,” you’re holding onto his wrist and crying hysterically. He frees his wrist and says that he’ll be back and just like that you’re left alone with your thoughts.

While he’s gone, you start packing all your belongings because you want to be prepared if everything goes south. When Ethan gets back, he’s shocked to see you packing up.

“What’re you doing? I have the test so whenever you’re ready,” he tries touching you, but you flinch away. You grab the bag from his hands and head straight to the restroom, locking the door so Ethan can’t follow you in. You take the test with shaking hands, praying for you don’t know what. After the long 3 minutes, you look at the test only to see ‘pregnant’ staring back at you. You rush out and into the room to continue packing your clothes.

“What did the test say?”

“I’ll be out by the morning,” you say, although your voice cracking makes it hard to understand what you said.

“Y/n, what did the test say?” You can tell Ethan’s patience is running thin.

You hand him the test and refrain from looking at his reaction. Ethan comes up behind you to give you a strong hug. You instantly break down in his hold.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat.

“Stop. It’s okay, we’ll figure this out,” he mutters into your hair.

“You want to stay?”

“Of course. I know my lack of response was shitty, but you just caught me off guard. I love you and I love this baby,” he states truthfully.

“What about when you get drafted? You’ll leave and I’ll stay in Michigan? This won’t work out,” you express your main concern.

“No, it’ll work out. You can come with me. I will be making money and I’ll be able to care for you. For our family.” It’s at this moment you realize he’s crying.

“I love you.”

You both had ventured downstairs to eat dinner. You can tell everyone knows something is wrong, but don’t want to ask and you appreciate that. Although you can’t wait to tell the boys about your family in the making, you want some time to enjoy it privately.

So after eating, you and Ethan go upstairs to finally settle down in bed. You in his tshirt and panties and him in just his boxers; he moves his hand up your shirt to caress your stomach.

“Just think, this time next year we’ll have a little us,” he whispers happily.

“Yeah we will.”

“A boy or girl?” He asks.

“I don’t care as long as they’re healthy, but a boy would be cool,” you answer.

“I want a girl. A little you.” You smile at his wish, putting your hand in his hair to massage his scalp softly.

Silence fills the room, the ceiling fan helps relax your muscles and sleep comes to take over. You check the time on your phone, a smile flashes across your face when you see that it’s past midnight.

“Happy birthday, eddy baby. Me and baby Edwards love you so much.” He smiles, kisses your lips and cuddles more into you before fully falling asleep.

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