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macfrog · 1 year ago

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welcome home cowboy like me chapter five

he's back!!! and he's putting up DECORATIONS part v is yours, loves. if ya wanna read the first four (!! how did we get here) parts, you can check out my masterlist right here 😊 as always your support means the WORLD to me. i love talking with y'all & hearing your thoughts. lmk what we think of this one!!!

pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader

summary: joel requests your help to decorate his house for sarah’s return…and a few other things, too

warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! the smut is smutting. oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it the fuck UP), praise kink, lil bit of overstimulation, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), un poco consumption of alcohol, cursing, soft!joel at the end tbh i'm a sucker for him

word count: 5.4k

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It’s where this was headed anyway, wasn’t it? You’ve fucked around with Joel three times now, and none of your clothes have ever made it off your bodies. This is a first. You’ve never had an empty house plus the time and space to really do it. Always someone about to walk in, or someone waiting for one of you. When, if not right this fucking second? “I want,” you breathe, fingers now taking hold of the waistband of his black boxers, “you,” you slip them down, “inside me,” exposing the base of his hard cock, “right now.”

The two front legs of your chair scrape against the wooden floor as you lift it to sit down. Your dad had an early finish today, so said he’d cook dinner. From scratch.

He’d refused your help when you offered to keep an eye on the chicken, was more offended when you said you’d cook the asparagus, and now, looking at your scrunched nose as you stare down at the lumpy mashed potatoes, looks just plain insulted.

“Sit, eat, don’t say a word.”

“I offered to help.”

His fork hits off the porcelain plate and he sighs. “I had a lot to tend to, alright?”

“Chicken, asparagus, and…mashed potatoes?” you say, dragging your fork through the mash – though it’s more lump than it is mash.

“Eat. It.”

You tuck in, ignoring the rattle of the table as you tug your knife back and forth to cut the chicken. Your dad’s face reddens as you chew your way through his meal.

“How was work?”

You throw your mouthful back your throat with a gulp and take a big swig of water. “Good,” you try not to choke out, “Sal let me go early ‘cause it was so quiet.”

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Bill was in lookin’ for screws or something. Was Anna who helped him–”

Your sentence is cut short by your dad’s ringtone, and he leans back in his chair to the sideboard behind to retrieve it.

“Yep?” he says, and you know who’s on the other end. Yep? means Joel. “Shoot, I forgot to ask her. Well, she’s right here, gimme a sec.”

He covers the bottom of his phone with his palm, and nods toward you.

“You alright to head over to Joel’s tonight ‘n help ‘im with the house for Sarah comin’ home?”

You narrow your eyes, head tilting. “What…?”

“He’s got some banner or something. Joel, what is it you got? Yeah, a banner. Decorations.”

He cocks an eyebrow and looks at you blankly.

You slowly nod, teeth pulling asparagus off your fork. “I can help.”

“She’ll be over in a bit, Joel. Alright. Alright. Bye, now.”

The phone is thrown onto the table with a clatter. Your dad silently resumes eating.

You clear your throat, trying to sound normal over something you feel very not normal about.

“You volunteerin’ me for things again? I thought we talked about this when you told Rita I’d fix up her flowerbeds for her.”

“Oh, we’re bringin’ up the past, are we?”

“Just sayin’,” you mutter, staring down at your lumpy potatoes.

“Wasn’t me, anyways. Joel asked for you specially this afternoon. Told him you were workin’, he said to ask you when you got back. Was his idea.”

Was it, now? That’s…interesting.

“What time’s he wanting me over?”

“Whenever. He’s in all night.”

Suddenly you’re not so hungry for overcooked chicken and not-mashed potatoes anymore.

You swallow down what you can – what’s edible, anyway – and head upstairs to get ready. Trying to act casual enough that your dad won’t sense your eagerness.

Sure, just grabbing my shoes. I just want the house to look nice for Sarah. It’s really her I’m thinking of. Okay, cool, see you, bye.

You throw a pair of sneakers on, check yourself once over in the mirror, and grab your keys.

“That was quick,” your dad remarks when you reach the bottom of the stairs. He’s still powering through his asparagus.

“Just…wanna get it done. For Sarah, y’know.”

He nods. “You lookin’ forward to havin’ her back? Your ol’ pal?”

“Sure. Alright, I’m off. Don’t wait up.”

You practically throw yourself out the front door before he can get another word in, striding over to your car. You’re thankful when the late sun hits you to only be in sweat shorts and a vest top; it may be seven in the evening, but the heat is still stifling.

You pull up in Joel’s drive and climb out, giving the neighborhood a quick scan as you walk over to the front door, trying not to skip. Being handed an excuse to spend a few hours alone with him in an empty house feels like winning the lottery, you’re a little embarrassed to admit.

Joel’s in the living room laying out the decorations he’s bought when you walk in. He’s wearing a denim shirt and white Rangers tee underneath, his regular old jeans on the bottom.

His Hello is comprised of a glance up, a lift of his eyebrows, and a quick scan over your body as you approach. You take a deep breath to dissipate the bubbling feeling in your stomach.

“So, you asked for me specially, huh?”

He nods. “It was either you or your dad, and his ass ain’t as nice to look at as yours.”

“Oh, nice. Glad to be of service. Looks good,” you muse, nodding downward.

The supplies are sprawled out over the coffee table between you both. A huge banner folded up; the beginning of the word Welcome visible. A few packets of multi-colored streamers, balloons, and other gold and silver colored stuff lay around it.

“Probably won’t use it all,” Joel says, sniffing. “Just wanted to give her a big welcome home.”

“All my dad did was pick me up at the airport,” you scoff.

Joel looks up, misses a beat, then says, “Well, your welcome home gift is me.”

“Ha. Good one. C’mon. Let’s get started.”

You task Joel with blowing up balloons while you balance along the back of his couch to tape streamers to the top of the walls. It’s a struggle, though, since Joel keeps tying balloons and hitting them over to you, aiming for your head. He titters to himself when your hair begins to go static.

“That funny to you?” you yell, whacking the fifth balloon out of your face.

“Yeah,” he chuckles back. “You should see your hair, kid.”

By the time the streamers are suspended from the ceiling, dancing in the breeze from the open windows, Joel’s out of breath and sweating.

“Hard fuckin’ work,” he mutters, taking off his shirt. He throws it onto the couch without looking, but still, you suspect he knows exactly what you’ll do.

With a sideward glance to him, you lean back and fish it from the couch, throwing it over yourself. There’s something intoxicating about wearing his clothes, smelling him all over yourself, feeling the warmth from his body. Joel knows it. When he glances over at you to see his shirt hanging off your shoulders, he smirks.

“I think we deserve a break,” he says, eyes lingering.

When he makes off for the kitchen, you throw yourself down on his couch, head falling back against the soft cushions.

He returns with two beers, handing one down to you before laying back beside you. Your shoulders rub against one another as you both take a swig.

“Your dad really didn’t do nothin’? When you got home?”

“I guess you could say he did the barbecue,” you reply, shrugging.

“The neighborhood barbecue, that everyone takes a turn at hostin’? The same one he had you out buyin’ steaks and soda for, two hours before it started?”

“I don’t need a welcome home party. I am the welcome home party.” Your middle finger meets your thumb and you give your wrist a shake in the air, and Joel laughs.

“You deserve one.”

“You wanna throw me one?”

“Can do. If you want.”

You smile in response.

A few moments of silence pass. Comfortable silence. You lie, temple resting against Joel’s shoulder, listening to the trees in his back yard rustle, the birds singing. Peaceful, tranquil. Content.

You like talking with Joel. You like when he’s doing other stuff to you, sure, but you like just being around him. It’s different to spending time with anyone else his age. They all want to ask about your future, your career, are you dating anyone?

Joel just lets you be. Doesn’t push nothin’, doesn’t make you worry. Just wants to make you feel good.

Both mentally and physically, of course.

“Heard any more from Arthur Kennedy?” you ask, more just to hear his voice again than anything. You’re kinda worried he’s falling asleep over there.

Joel takes a deep breath, starts playing with the label on his beer bottle. “Nope,” he says, taking a quick sip, “and don’t wanna.”

“What is it with him, anyways? Why is he the way he is?”

“Just a dirtbag of a man. You get ‘em, y’know? Ain’t none of us really like him. I was pissed at your dad for askin’ him the other day.”

“What does he say at Frank’s? What kinda talk does he give?”

Joel shakes his head like he doesn’t even want to open his mouth. When you nudge him, he clears his throat and then speaks.

“Just all this, ‘I bagged this chick last week’, ‘I was messin’ ‘round with this little beauty’… ‘Tighter ‘n a’ this, ‘Wetter ‘n a’ that. We all know he’s just talkin’ load. The man’s too old to even get an erection anymore.”

You snort. “I bet I could run rings around ‘im, if I ever caught him talking like that.”

Joel half laughs, but it falls apart when his tone gets quietly serious again.

“Just…do me a favor, and stay away from him,” he says in a soft voice. “You’d have me up all night if I thought him ‘n his sleazy hands were anywhere near you.”

He turns his head to lean his jaw on your hair. You think over what he just said. The thought of Joel, awake all night with worry about some sleazeball being within a four-house radius of you makes your stomach flutter.

The idea of him being worried about you. The thought of what he’d do if he ever caught wind Arthur Kennedy had even so much as looked at you twice.

Before your stomach lurches out of your throat with the butterflies soaring around it, you decide to cut the moment short.

“Where’s the banner goin’?” You lean forward, placing your beer on the coffee table and taking hold of the sign.

“Was thinkin’ on that wall,” Joel nods to the wall across from the living room door, “so it’s the first thing she sees when she comes in.”

“Uhuh,” you reply, nodding.

“C’mere,” he says, standing up. “Climb on.”

“Climb on what?”

“My shoulders. I can’t reach all the way up there, what with the TV in the way and all.”

“You’re, like, six feet.”

“It’s a big banner,” he grumbles, kneeling to let you swing your legs over his shoulders. “C’mon. Up.”

“Pfft, okay, old man.”

“Old–? Did you just–? That’s not even funny.”

Joel straightens up and you clutch your stomach with laughter.

“Will you just get on, baby?”

“Alright, alright. Stay still.”

You carefully mount his shoulders and his steady hands wrap around your knees, holding you in place. You wobble as he straightens his legs, lifting you so high your head brushes off the ceiling.

“Alright, be careful. No sudden movements.”

“Right here?” you ask, positioning it.

“Little to the left,” he groans, craning his neck to see. “Right there, that’s it.”

You push the pin through the banner and into the wall, releasing your breath once it’s secured. Joel slowly shuffles over to the other side where you line it up and do the same there.

Once all four corners are in place, he steps back, your legs still wrapped over his neck, and you both admire your teamwork. Joel’s thumbs are gently rubbing your thighs.

“Looks good, huh?”

“Mhm,” you reply. “Anything else to go up?”

“Nah. That’ll do.”

“You just keepin’ me up here for company, then?” you ask, leaning over to look at his face.

He looks back up at you and snorts. “Sorry, darlin’.”

Joel slowly makes over to the couch and bends a little, letting you dismount him to stand on the leather cushion. You’re only slightly taller than him, even standing on his furniture.

He doesn’t take his eyes off you, scanning from your lips down to your chest, curtained by his shirt, then over your stomach and down your legs. You know that look. You’ve seen it enough by now. It means…

“What’s next?” you innocently ask, and his eyes snap back up to your face.

Instead of answering, he steps forward, taking your waist in his hands and pulling you against him. His chin tilts up and you smile as you dip your head, connecting your lips.

You immediately deepen the kiss, feeling Joel’s hunger, and satiating your own, too. Your arms drape over his shoulders, relaxing as his form holds you, allowing you to fold into him.

His arms take a grip of you as he bends at the waist, lowering you both down onto the couch, laughing against each other’s lips. He pulls your thighs apart to lean his hips between yours.

His hands begin exploring your body, feeling from your hips over your breasts, making you moan into the kiss, and settle on the collar of his shirt, pushing the sleeves down your shoulders to remove it. In return, your fingers find the hem of his tee and pull it up over his midriff, hunger growing with each hot second that passes.

He leans back, giving you room to whip the shirt over his head, before his naked torso is back on you. His fingers then dance along the waistband of your shorts, untying them whilst his other hand plays at the hem of your vest.

Your shorts lying loose on your hips, he peels your top off of your body, and your shoulders lift to let it over your head. Joel takes the opportunity while your back is off the couch to unclip your bra, throwing the article to the floor.

“Nice,” you whisper into his mouth, and he chuckles in response.

His bare chest, decorated lightly with dark brown hair, is against yours; his lips move to your neck, biting another mark into the sensitive skin. Your head tilts back and you let out a moan, wanting more, but Joel’s taking his time. He’s making every second count.

You buck your hips against his and he lifts his head, giving you a knowing smirk and obeying your silent request. He begins making his way down, not forgetting to stop off by your tits and run his tongue over your nipples.

Your hands find home in his hair and your back arches some as he caresses the hardened buds, lips forming an O shape to suck on one while tending to the other with his thumb and index finger.

When you whine and your hips lift a second time, he moves across your tummy and toward your lowering shorts.

Eyes glazed with lust, you watch as he yanks them down, your panties the only thing separating you from him now. You hear your shorts hit the floor when he drops them, and places a wet kiss over your clothed cunt.

“Joel,” you moan, head falling back against the cushion. He’s driving you fucking insane.

“Mhm,” he murmurs, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Tell me, baby, tell me what you want.”

You writhe under his touch; he’s so close, and yet so far.

“Your tongue,” you whimper.

“Huh? Can’t hear you over your moanin’, pretty girl.”

“Fuck– Need your fucking tongue,” you say as clearly as you can, still whining some.

“Good girl.”

He uncovers your soaking cunt and tears – literally, tears – your panties off of your body, balling them up in a tight fist. You gasp, both delighted and relieved, watching him discard the ripped fabric by his side.

Neither of you give a fuck. You’re desperate to feel each other, be on each other, be in each other.

He dips his head to your sex, and drags a long stripe up to your clit, collecting your juices on his tongue as he does. His tongue runs between your folds, swirling around, licking and threatening to dip further, before he lifts away again.

You let out a long moan, hands still tugging at his hair, attempting to push his head harder on your pussy. He doesn’t budge.

“Patience, baby,” he’s whispering, lowering his chin again to place his soft lips against your swollen clit.

He knows what he’s fucking doing – teasing you and making you wait like this. He wants it to build, really build, before you cum. He’s not cutting any corners.

His lips center over your bud, tongue tapping against it as he sucks, and brings his fingers up to sift through your folds. Your cunt aches for him; your hips find rhythm against his mouth as you fuck yourself off of him, and he lets you.

Feeling how wet you are, he plunges two long, curved fingers into your pussy, and your back, sticky with sweat, peels off of the couch for the second time.

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasp, feeling the stretch of his fingers inside you.

He hums against you, the vibrations of his deep voice pleasuring you more. He’s loving it as much as you are; tasting you, hearing you, breathing all of it in like it’s fresh air to his lungs.

Your breathing begins to falter, your chest rising and falling, your entire body ignited by his touch. You’re panting his name over and over, whining every time his fingers hit the spongey walls of your cunt.

He’s so fucking good at this.

He removes his fingers and replaces them with his lips, mouth planted firmly against your pussy. You widen your legs and he pushes down on your thighs, keeping them apart to make room for his jaw against your core, tongue licking between your folds again.

“Tongue,” you remind him.

“I hear ya,” he mumbles, and opens his lips.

His wet tongue slips into your cunt like it’s made to be there. You screw your eyes shut, pushing your upper back into the couch to lift your ass to him. His top lip cups around your clit as he eats you out, moans strumming against your sex, tongue exploring your wet hole.

“I’m close,” you whisper, and he removes his lips for two seconds to tell you to “Keep goin’, baby.”

“Doin’ so well for me,” he laps at your juices, “taste so fucking good, beautiful.”

He inserts his fingers again to bring you nearer your climax, and your mind starts to blank. You know what’s coming.

You can’t even form the shape of his name with your mouth as you draw nearer and nearer to your high; all you can focus on is the feeling of his hand fucking you, pumping in and out of your tight pussy, the way his tongue soaks your clit, the rutting of your hips all over his face.

It’s so fucking filthy, and so fucking good.

When Joel’s voice breaks through the fog in your brain, telling you to “Let go, baby, I’m here,” you obey him.

The edges of the room start to bleed white as your body lifts, fingers gripping onto Joel’s hair, hips digging further into the cushion.

It’s only ten o’clock; for all you know, Joel’s neighbors might be out in their backyard enjoying the warm night breeze. Do you care? Fuck no. You cry his name loud enough that the whole street might hear.

He coaxes you through it, drinking in your orgasm, moaning when your walls lock around his fingers and you cover his tongue in your sweet wet.

He slips his soaked fingers from your core and you whine at the loss; Joel makes up for it by gently massaging your aching clit as you come down, spreading your cum all over you.

“That’s it, baby, did so good. That felt good, huh?”

Still coming to, you don’t reply; you feel his weight back on top of yours, his safe arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“’s okay, darlin’,” he coos as your sight starts to return. He peppers your neck with gentle, wet kisses, bringing you back to earth.

Before even you realize it, your fingers are grasping at his jeans, blindly trying to undo the button and zipper. Joel laughs, lifting his hips to give you better access.

You giggle, loosening them and hauling them past his hips, and he sits up to drag them down his legs and shove them off near your shorts.

“What now, sweet girl?”

Your voice is low, serious. Barely above a whisper.

“Fuck me.”

He almost looks taken aback. As if he never thought he’d hear those words escape your lips. Like he’d been pushing you, further and further, expecting you to always hold back, always bounce back from the edge.

And here you are, clutching his arms and hauling him over with you.

It’s where this was headed anyway, wasn’t it? You’ve fucked around with Joel three times now, and none of your clothes have ever made it off your bodies. This is a first.

You’ve never had an empty house plus the time and space to really do it. Always someone about to walk in, or someone waiting for one of you. When, if not right this fucking second?

“I want,” you breathe, fingers now taking hold of the waistband of his black boxers, “you,” you slip them down, “inside me,” exposing the base of his hard cock, “right now.”

Joel’s eyes darken just as his huge cock bounces free from his underwear.

He’s watching your lips breathe out the words like it’s all he ever wanted to hear, all he’s thought about since that first night with your hands on his thighs, looking up at him so innocently.

Just waiting to be fucking ruined by him.

You slur the words again. “F-fuck me.”

“Yeah? ‘s that what you want?”

“Mhm.”

He’s kneeling over you now, helping you tug the underwear down his legs, precum-coated tip of his cock drawing circles on your stomach.

When he’s fully naked, he presses his body against yours, speaking to you between hot, wet kisses.

“You sure you can take it, pretty girl?”

“I’m sure,” you reply, lust taking over any remnants of your orgasm. Just fucking fuck me.

Joel’s hips raise, and he looks down to guide his cock to your hole. You bring your knees up, positioning them just under his biceps.

“Good,” he mumbles under his breath.

You’re so wet that when he runs his shaft through your folds, slicking himself up, his tip kisses the entrance of your cunt, drawing a gasp from you and a growl from Joel. You’re desperate for him to just slide in, make himself at home where he belongs, between your hips.

And when he does, it’s fucking euphoric.

He’s big. You knew this already. But feeling him inside you is different.

He pushes in halfway first, letting you get used to him.

“Okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod; your voice catches in your throat as he falls out of you, just to thrust in again and let his cock dive through your soaked, swollen folds straight into your warm cunt.

He’s so big that when he bottoms out inside you for the first time, your mouth falls open wordlessly, and your brain shuts down for a few minutes. Nothing but the feeling of him slipping in and out of your cunt slowly, fucking you dumb.

When he knows you can take him, he picks up the pace, dragging his hips back and forth against yours, filling you up until his tip kisses the edge of your cervix, and pulling out until he’s between your folds again.

You’re holding onto his shoulders like you’re hanging off a cliff edge. The feeling of his hot skin under your arms is the only thing keeping you grounded right now; the pressure between your legs with each thrust of his huge cock threatening to pull you off the edge of the abyss.

When his voice breathes in your ear between his groans, you snap back to reality. Thighs burning, nails scratching, pussy throbbing reality.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Let me hear you, pretty girl, tell me how good it feels.”

He’s going faster still, balls smacking against your ass every time he bottoms out, sighs and whimpers passing your lips.

You whine his name, telling him, “Harder,” and he obliges, hips snapping ever stronger. His pubic bone grinds against your clit as he thrusts, the pressure spreading spots of pure bliss across your vision.

You look down to where your bodies connect, mesmerized by the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you. It turns you on even more.

“We look good, huh?” his voice lulls from above, and you look back up to find him watching you.

He dips his head and kisses you, and you start to near your second high.

“Joel,” you mewl, the feeling so good you can’t even form the words to tell him.

He knows, anyway.

“So good, baby,” he’s panting, sweaty forehead leaning against yours, “gonna cum all over me again?”

You nod, eyes screwing shut. He’s fucking you so good you’re barely remembering to breathe.

“Let go, darlin’, let me hear you,” he whispers, and you fold.

Joel bites into the crook of your neck and lets out a loud groan as he feels your pussy clamp around him. He fucks you through it, only slowing for a few seconds to let it wash over you, then picks the pace straight back up when you quieten and your breathing calms.

You’re so fucking overstimulated, but he’s not done, and you know what he wants. You want something, too. Maybe you two could work together.

“Joel?”

“Mhm?” He’s gone quiet, chasing his own high. You hear his breathing stammer when you say it.

“Want you to do it from behind.”

“Beh–” He’s almost gasping for breath, but when he understands what you mean, he wastes no time.

Wordlessly, he loosens his grip on you and pushes himself up, dick slipping out. You moan at the feeling of emptiness as it pulls out of you.

He gives you space to turn over, helping you move further up the couch with steady hands on your hips. When you settle, he lifts your ass up.

“Not gonna last long, baby,” he tells you, and you nod. Your right ear lies flat, sweat sticking you to the leather, hands splayed out above your head gripping the cushions.

You feel him line up again, his thighs against yours. Your breathing jilts as his head pushes in, followed by his shaft, filling you up, deeper and deeper until his balls kiss your clit.

You let a deep moan pass your lips. Joel groans, hips leaving your ass, only to smack into them again as he fucks you even deeper from this position.

He’s stretching you out more than you thought possible, cock spearing into you, tears swelling across your half-shut eyes. The feeling, the pain, too good to ask him to stop, but so overwhelming you can feel every thought, every instinct, every other feeling, leave your body with every thrust.

Joel’s all you know. He’s all you want to know.

Your legs start to give, and he places his rough hands on your waist to hold you up, pumping in and out of you at a punishing pace.

“Joel…” you whine.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m there, too.”

You feel his weight pushing on the back of your thighs and open your eyes to see him leaning over you, hands placed either side of your head. You lace your fingers with his and let him fuck you, totally mindless to everything around you except for the man at your ass, pummeling his dick inside you so deep your cunt is aching.

It pushes you over the edge.

Your walls squeeze his dick, threatening to pull him over with you. Your vision blanks for the third time tonight; what energy you have left is poured into the filthy cry which escapes your lips as Joel’s hard cock splits you open.

“So tight, baby, good fuckin’ girl.”

Joel begins to falter, his thrusts become sloppy, and he pushes your ass off of him so not to finish inside you. You kinda feel disappointed, wishing he’d just stay inside and fill you to the brim with his cum.

Joel gives himself a couple more strokes before you feel his seed coat your ass, warm, dripping down the small of your back and the underside of your thighs.

You moan at the feeling of him spilling all over you, the grunts he lets slip as his orgasm washes over him. You smile dumbly at the thought that you’re the one doing this to him; you’re the one covered in his cum. You’re his, even if it’s only in this moment.

He’s panting behind you. He almost collapses on top of your back, propping himself on his elbows to keep some of his weight off.

He gently leans down and nuzzles his nose against your ear, eliciting a quiet giggle from you.

“You okay?” he breathes.

You nod. “Better than okay.”

“You sore?”

“A little.”

“Baby…” he coos, and pushes himself up.

You sigh as his weight leaves you, and you hear his footsteps pad into the kitchen. You stay put, in part to keep from staining Joel’s couch with…well, Joel, but mostly because you’re too fucked-out to even move. Too fucked to feel your thighs, your back, never mind between your legs.

Joel returns with paper towel, and softly wipes from your back to your thighs, cleaning up his mess. He massages your muscles as he goes, and your eyes shut over with the sweet feeling.

When he’s done, he rolls you over and takes hold of your ankle, pulling you down the leather to his grasp, where he puts his tee over your head and helps you feed your arms through the sleeves. The Rangers logo sits just below your chest.

He pulls his boxers back on, before taking your outstretched arms and scooping you up in his. Your head falls limp in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

He carries you, completely dazed and fucked, out of the living room and upstairs. He makes a right at the top, down the dim hallway, past the same closet he went down on you in just two days ago, toward a door at the end. He knocks it open and takes you through.

Even in your half-sleeping state, you know exactly where you are. You’re in Joel’s bedroom.

You’ve been in here before, maybe only a couple times, when Sarah’s needed something or you’ve accompanied your dad to help repair something for Joel, but it feels different now.

It’s dark, the sun almost set on the other side of the house and the streetlights’ glow a burning orange right above Joel’s headboard.

He carries you over to the left side of the bed and lays you down in his soft sheets. He tucks you under the comforter and bends to place a long, tender kiss on top of your head.

You begin to swim in and out of sleep, waking to find him folding your clothes into a neat pile by the bedside, then again to watch him set a glass of water on the nightstand.

Your eyes are glued shut with exhaustion when you feel him lift the duvet behind you and slip in, taking your waist under his forearm and pulling you flush against his frame.

You listen to the faint sound of a cell phone dialing, and then hear his voice; soft, hushed, but still normal Joel.

“Hey, man. Yeah, no, everything’s fine. We were pretty late finishin’ up with these decorations, and then The Shining was on TV, so we stayed up to watch it. She’s pretty exhausted. I let her take Sarah’s room, I hope that’s okay?”

Your dad’s voice is faint down the line as you begin to drop off in Joel’s arms.

“Sure thing, thanks, Joel. You kick her out first thing, you hear? Don’t want her holdin’ you up for gettin’ Sarah.”

When you hear him slide his cell back onto his nightstand, you mumble something incoherent into his arm.

��What, darlin’?” Joel asks, head lifting to hear you better.

“I said, great welcome home party. Thanks.”

His lips press lightly on your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. Whatever it is he says, you don’t hear it, already long gone to a deep, comfortable sleep.

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chamomiletealeaf · 6 months ago

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Birthday Gifts

Simon Riley x afab!fem! reader

a/n: In honor of Simon's birthday on the 18th, I give you this 🤭 I also wrote this to Birthday by JP Cooper.

Warnings: sub! Simon, a real sloppy blowjob, riding Simon, pet names, reader is super touchy and sweet with Simon

taglist: @thatonepupkai

You turned the stove down as the steak in the pan sizzled. You had some music playing while you waited for Simon to come home and couldn't wait to surprise him with a nice steak dinner and some kisses. Not to mention the cute little baby blue satin slip dress lingerie you had on under his hoodie you wore.

It was Simon's birthday, and he had been on base all day since he refused to take the day off even when Price assured him it would be alright. What a stubborn man he was. The good thing is it gave you time to fix up this little surprise you had for your boyfriend and you knew the task force would take good care of your man on his special day.

Simon had a rough life, so you understood why he didn't enjoy reflecting back on it, like celebrating a birthday. You're surprised he even told you when it was. But you were determined to help change his outlook on his birthday, because without it, you wouldn't have him, and he wouldn't have you.

You set the table and lit a few candles with a smile humming along to the music, really wanting to set the mood for the special day.

You headed back to the stove to check the mashed potatoes and that's when you heard the key jiggle in the lock on the back door making you nearly jump with joy.

Simon trudges in with a sigh and you run up to him and throw yourself in his arms before he can even say hi to you.

You run up to him and throw your arms around his neck, placing little kisses all over his face while he regains his balance.

"Hi honey! Happy birthday baby!" You say between kisses.

Simon tries to hide his smile by biting the inside of his cheek but lets a light laugh out while he drops his hands to your hips.

You then grab his hand and lead him into the kitchen with you to show him what you've been cooking.

"C'mon I made you some dinner baby." You say, giddily skipping into the kitchen dragging Simon with you.

Simon looks at the stove and sees your pot of homemade mashed potatoes, pan seared steak, and seasoned green beans waiting to be eaten.

"Oh lovey, you did all this for me?" Simon says, taking note of the beautifully decorated dining table set for you and a little vase of flowers in the middle.

"Of course I did, it's your birthday." You say with a smile. while you dip a spoon into the potatoes and raise it to his lips with a hand underneath it so none of it goes to waste.

"Here try this baby, tell me if it's good." You say, and Simon leans forward to take the spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth and he makes an approving grunting noise.

"Mmm, damn love that's really good." He says, licking his lips.

You beam up at him wide eyed at his praise, glad that your surprise is at a good start so far.

"Really? It's not too salty? I don't need anything else?" You ask, ready to fix whatever it is he wants.

"No they're absolutely delicious. They're perfect. Just like you." Simon says, giving a little pinch to your cheek making you giggle.

"Go on and sit down honey, I'll get this all ready for you. I made everything just the way you like it." You say, and Simon doesn't know how to respond. He's never received affection like this before you, and he's not sure how to process it.

He stands there in the kitchen for a second looking at you getting ready to plate the food, deciding on what he should do next, but you smile at him and shoo him out the kitchen.

"Go on! Go sit, I'll be right there." You giggle, excited to spoil him.

Dinner was delicious. It's been so long since Simon or you have had a real home cooked meal like this. You were always too busy to cook from scratch like this and Simon was sick of the cold and bland mess hall food.

You two had spent dinner feeding each other bites off each other's forks, giggling, and bumping your feet against his legs while looking up at him through your eyelashes. You just looked so pretty.

When dinner was over, you had a little treat for him for dessert that you hid in the fridge.

"I have something else for you. Wait right here." You whispered to him before getting up to go to the kitchen.

You giggled as you took the red velvet cupcake out from the fridge and placed a candle in it, trying to mute the sound of the lighter as much as you could to not give away your surprise.

A few seconds later, you walked back into the dining room with the tiny cake on a saucer for him, which made him laugh.

"Happy birthday honey." You say again as you place it in front of him before kissing his cheek and taking your seat next to him.

"Go on, make a wish." You smile at him, and he smiles back.

"I've already got my wish right in front of me." He says and you push his chest with a laugh.

"No c'mon, seriously, make a wish. And you can't tell me what it is or it won't come true." You say, and he rolls his eyes, finally closing them and making a wish before blowing out the candle.

"Yay!" You clap your hands together and lean in to give him a kiss on his cheek, then his lips before you take the candle out of the cupcake and bring it to his lips.

"C'mon try it. It looked so good when I saw it in the store today." You said.

"Oh so you made dinner homemade but not this?" He jokes with a smirk and you act offended.

"Ok now you don't get it at all." You tease as you tug the cake away, and he grabs your wrist.

"No ok I'm sorry baby I'll try it." He says, but as he leans in to bite the cupcake from your hands you shove it into his nose making him grunt.

You erupt into laughter while he sputters with frosting all on his nose and mouth.

"Oh you little fuckin- tease." He says with a laugh, and you lean in to lick the frosting off the tip of his nose.

You're a giggling mess looking at Simon with frosting all on his mouth trying to wipe it off.

"Here, I have a better idea to clean you up." You say quietly, laughter dying down as you kiss him.

You kiss him through the sweet frosting on his lips and he moans. You climb into his lap straddling it while you lick your tongue into his mouth, really getting a taste of the cake you just shoved in his face.

"Mm.. How's the frosting lovey." Simon teases and you giggle.

"Tastes almost as good as you." You respond, deepening the kiss.

When all the frosting is off his lips, you continue making out with Simon as you grind your hips down into his lap making him moan.

He grips your hips and bucks up into you with a whine and you move to nibble on his ear.

You bite and lick at Simon's ear making his breathing get heavier as you whisper into it.

"I have one more surprise for you baby." You whisper, Simon's grip on your hips getting stronger as you continue to grind on him in the dining room chair.

You lean back and grip the hem of his hoodie you're wearing to pull it over your head, revealing your satin baby blue slip lingerie you had bought for tonight.

The lingerie was tiny and allowed your ass to peek out from under it as well as the matching cute little excuse for panties to go with it. The satin clung perfectly to your tits, your hardened nipples poking through it showing Simon how ready you were for him and the satin panties clung to your now dripping pussy.

"Fuck dovey. You look fuckin' stunning." Simon says breathlessly, pushing you back so he can get a look.

"Lemme see these little panties yeah?" He asks, and you life up the slip just enough for him to see the wet patch forming on them.

"Fuckin' 'ell." Simon moans through gritted teeth as he goes to massage your tits next, moving his gaze from your panties to your nipples. He palms at your tits through the satin and goes to suck on your nipples through the fabric.

You both moan and you grab his hair, pushing him deeper into your chest.

"Yeah, just like that baby, it's all for you." You coo at him and continue to grind into him as he sucks your tits through the satin lingerie.

After a few moments, you gently push Simon away and he looks at you with the sweetest, honey colored puppy eyes you've ever seen.

"Aw don't worry honey, We're not done. C'mon, follow me." You climb off Simon's lap and guide him by the hand to the couch and he follows like a lost pup.

"Go on baby sit down, want you to be nice and comfortable yeah?" You say, and Simon obeys, eyes never leaving yours.

He sits down and watches as you maneuver between his legs onto your knees while you run your hands up and down his thighs.

"Wanna make my birthday boy feel good. He deserves it doesn't he?" You ask him and he just gulps in response.

"Aw c'mon sweetie, tell me you deserve it." You demand softly and he relents.

"I- I deserve it." He mumbles out, staring at you with his big, tired, honey colored doe eyes.

"Deserve what?"

"To feel good."

"Good boy." You coo, and he swallows thickly again, your praise sending shocks down his spine straight to his cock.

You unbuckle his belt and pull his throbbing cock out before giving it a few pumps.

Simon hisses and throws his head back while you jerk him off lightly.

"Oh fuck." He murmurs, and you smile.

You lean down to lick from the base of his cock all the way up to his already leaking tip.

Simon was fucking thick and about 8 inches long. He was fucking big and it always made you drool at the mere thought of his pretty cock, let alone having it stuffed in your mouth or pussy.

You finally spit on his cock and take him into your mouth. You slowly push him down as far as you could take him, gagging a little more than halfway down, the contraction making Simon buck his hips.

You then start to speed up, lewd and wet noises coming from your mouth as you suck him off like your life depended on it.

"God, fuck. Such a perfect little mouth." Simon whines as his eyes roll to the back of his head as he bites his fist.

You giggle and start to bob your head up and down, twisting and pumping your fist around the rest of him you couldn't take into your mouth.

"Yeah just like that. Fuck." Simon moans again, watching you take his cock happily down your throat as saliva starts to spill out of your mouth and down your chin, some getting onto your chest and his thighs.

You pop him out of your mouth and lean forward to rest your tits on his thighs while you jerk him off, string of saliva connecting you to his cock.

Thick, wet squelching sounds fill the room as you jerk him off.

"Yeah? you like when I blow you like this? All nice and messy hm?" You coo at him and he nods, head going dumb to where all he can do is nod and babble.

He looked so pretty with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth wide open panting for air. His cheeks were the prettiest shade of pink and you couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked like this.

You take him back in your mouth as you jerk and suck him again, your saliva continuing to drip all over the two of you and spilling over your hand wrapped around his cock. This was probably the sloppiest blowjob you've ever given him and he was in absolute heaven.

"Fuck love I- I'm gonna cum-" Simon babbles out between whimpers.

But no matter how pretty he looked like this, this wasn't how you wanted him to cum.

You stop your movements right before he cums making him whine.

"Wh- why'd you stop?" He looks down at you with the sweetest and saddest eyes like a kicked puppy, and you can't help but sympathize with him.

"Oh I know baby, I know." You coo, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs.

"But I want you to cum inside me. My birthday boy deserves to cum in a nice, tight, wet little pussy hm?" You ask and he nods his head, eyebrows still furrowed.

"That's a good boy." You say with a smile, and stand up, seductively taking off your panties before you straddle him.

Normally you would have teased him a bit, rubbing his cock against your covered pussy, but today was about him and only him. You were gonna make your man feel the best he's ever felt on his special day.

You slowly sink down onto Simon's cock making him throw his head back and let out a choked moan as his hands fly to your hips.

You slowly rock back and forth, getting used to his size before you start properly riding him.

Once you've become accustomed to his size, you lean forward into his ear, resting your hands on his chest as you ride him.

"Yeah you like that? Like when I make you go dumb hm? Must be so tired being a big strong soldier all the time huh, just need to go dumb for a bit and not think don't you baby." You say into his ear and he whimpers in response.

"Yeah that's it, my baby deserves to be well fucked and fed. Especially on his special day hm?" You coo at him as you bounce your ass on his cock, the sounds of skin slapping and your squelching pussy fill the room as you fuck Simon on the couch.

Simon is a dumb fucking mess under you, not able to form a coherent sentence other than whimpers, babbles, and an occasional "fuck" that falls from his lips.

He grips your hips so hard that it hurts, but you love it. He drags his hands up to your waist, bringing the fabric of your slip dress up with his hands so he can watch you ride him. You lean back and place your hands on his knees to really give him a show as you start to bounce on him faster, making sure he sees your pretty body and face as you make him feel good.

"Fuck dovey I- mm fuck you're- hnnn- gonna cum- gonna fucking cum." Simon grunts out and you moan at his words, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you.

"Go on honey, cum for me, cum inside my little pussy, it's all yours baby." You moan.

Simon tightens his death grip on your hips and subconsciously tries to fuck up into you, but you quickly lean into him again and place your hands on his hips to keep him down and to use as leverage as you ride him so hard you're sure your thighs are gonna be sore for the next week.

You press your tits into Simon's chest and suck on his neck as you feel him twitch inside you. You grab his face and press your forehead to his as you look into his eyes, wanting to watch him as he cums.

"C'mon baby, that's it, take your birthday present honey." You coo in his ear, and that's all it takes.

Simon's eyes roll into the back of his head and his cheeks flush pink as he cums inside you with a choked whine, he bucks his hips up and you feel him throb inside of you, filling you up more than he ever has.

Feeling him throb inside you as he cums triggers your own orgasm and you pulse around his cock, milking him dry.

You moan as you slow your pace, riding him through his orgasm and you through yours.

"Fuck- I love you so much love." Simon says as he kisses you, and you kiss back.

"I love you too honey." You smile against him, hugging and kissing him all over.

"Thank you. I loved my gifts. This one was my favorite though." He says with a smirk, and you giggle.

"You're welcome baby. Glad they were a hit." You say back with a huge smile plastered across your face.

"Of course they were. Couldn't have asked for anything better." He says, big dumb smile also plastered across his flushed face.

"Now, can we finish that cupcake?" He asks, and you laugh.

"Whatever you want, it's your birthday." You say, and Simon leans in for another kiss before picking you up and bringing you back to the table to finish sharing the red velvet cupcake you had given him.

Simon never knew a love like this was possible, and every day it's proven to him through you, not just on his birthday, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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repulsiveliquidation · 1 year ago

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"I don't think you deserve gentle darling."

when i saw that gif i knew it was the PERFECT one.

Ona Batlle x Reader Smut 18+, read at your own risk.

word count: 3.3k. it’s just sex. all of it.

warnings: little bit of degradation, food kink, sub drop, aftercare.

8PM, Barcelona.

The smell of roasting beef and roasted vegetables fills the apartment. You continue to dice potatoes for a quick mash, boiling milk and butter on the stove at the same time. Ona is sleeping on the couch just in front of you, all tucked in with her favorite blanket and your sweatshirt on. She had a long day in training, the girls preparing for some tough games coming up. She looks peaceful when she sleeps, you reckon you could just watch her sleep and feel calm.

Dinner was ready in half an hour, you walked over and nudged her awake. “Sweet, it’s time for dinner. Sleep anymore and you won’t go to bed tonight hm?” She whined, rubbing her eyes reluctantly. You brushed her hair out of her face, leaning in and kissing her lips softly. “Come on, I’ve made your favorite.” “Eres lo mejor mi amor.” “It’s what I’m for!”

Making your plates in the kitchen, she sat at the dinner table and made herself useful by opening the bottle of wine you had chilled. A loud pop rang through the apartment, a grin settling on her face as she filled both glasses with the red liquid. She ate like she hadn’t had food in a week, stuffing her face full of meat and vegetables; she helped herself to seconds and thirds too. Nothing made you happier than seeing her eat so enthusiastically, sometimes you felt full just watching her enjoy her food.

An hour later you both were cuddled on the couch enjoying an old Barça game. She sat in your lap, your hands softly scratching her abdomen. It sent shivers down her spine as she leant back into you more. You were focused on the game, having the same love for the sport as your girlfriend just from a fan standpoint. Your hands however, were focused on her body and caressing her warm and soft skin. You could feel every shiver and squirm, calloused palms tracing her figure with practiced ease. You knew her body inside and out, exactly how she knew yours.

Ona was not focused on the game, she was more interested in figuring out what your hands were trying to achieve. They traced her delicately like she was made of glass. Fingers drumming against her toned stomach, counting the number of ridges and bumps it came across. Nails dragged themselves through each valley and canal, sending shocks of electricity no one else had ever even come close to giving her. She had had enough of the teasing and mocking nature of your nimble fingers. She wanted them all over her, inside her, where ever she could have them. She wanted them to assault her and make her cry; she wanted them to give her mind-numbing, leg trembling, soul-extracting orgasms.

Whatever Ona wanted, she knew you would give.

She turned in your lap, legs settling beside yours as her lips latched onto your neck. Your hands remained where they were, grasping her small waist as you did not push her away. Her lips smacked away noisily at your neck, her hips softly beginning to grind down on you. You knew she was testing the waters, seeing how much she could get away with before you broke. You also knew that this was heavily influenced by half the bottle of red wine she had had, your girlfriend having always been terrible at holding her alcohol.

“What are you doing, Ona?” you asked her teasingly, hands now moving lower to hold onto her grinding hips. You merely guided her, allowing her to continue her cheeky ministrations. “Just kissing my girlfriend.” “Making a mess in your pants while trying to bite my neck off isn’t just kissing your girlfriend, angel.” “B-But you haven’t-“ “Haven’t even touched your cunt yet but know you’ve made a mess? Oh doll, you underestimate the influence my body has on yours. You’re mine, I know you better than you do.”

“What does my disobedient little slut want hm?” you ask, hand grabbing her cheeks to look at you.

“Please be gentle with me.” She begs, eyes dilated and breath stuck in her throat.

“I don’t think you deserve gentle, darling.”

Her face flashes a look of panic, eyes searching for yours to be joking. She finds nothing, only eyes that have gone dark with dilated pupils. You pick her up suddenly, throwing her over your shoulder much to her protest. She yelps and tries to escape your hold but fails miserably. It’s one of the things that turns her on to be honest, she knows that she’s pretty much untouchable on the pitch as a defender but at home it makes her pussy throb in a way that does her head in at the sheer knowledge that you’d be able to overpower her with ungodly ease. (a/n have you SEEN this woman’s arms I mean the VEINS)

You throw her onto the bed, breathing heavily down at her. Her eyes roll into her head, sitting back on her elbows, legs opening wide. You haven’t even touched her and her head is already spinning. She loves the affect you have on her, the way your eyes can undress her and make her feel hot all over. The way your hands just know where to touch and where to trace, your lips knowing where to kiss and where to bite. You bring her out of her trance when you pull out the handcuffs, serious look on your face. You undress her with ease, pulling off her top and shorts, leaving her gorgeous two-piece that she forgot to mention on. She immediately puts her hands above her head, as you wordlessly cuff her to the bed. “I love you.” You suddenly say, leaning down to kiss her forehead with soft eyes. She’s sure her whole body is as red as a tomato, she responds with a soft “Love you too,” body relaxing into the soft bed. She trusts that you will be somewhat gentle with her even though you told her you wouldn’t be, feeling safe in your presence to have you fully be in control.

“I need your safe word darling. Which system are we using today?”

“Traffic lights por favor.”

“Good girl. I will only stop if you use the words, saying stop or don’t will not make me pull away, do you understand?”

She nods.

“I need words, bonita.”

“Yes, I understand.” She says quietly, eyes glossing over with sheer pleasure.

“Mmh, there’s my perfect obedient girl. Make no mistake, this is a punishment as well as a reward. Punishment for pushing my buttons, rewards will come only if you learn your lesson by the end of it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Your hands trace her body slowly, settling yourself between her muscular legs. She squirms, eyes closed with soft whimpers leaving her lips. Her waist is small, your hands can almost wrap around it fully. Her abs slightly more defined with all her movements, legs straining as your feather light touch makes her shiver in pleasure. You lean down and kiss the middle of her chest, your hands grasping her breasts gently. You had tossed her lingerie somewhere across the room. You squeeze her cute breasts, latching your lips to her left nipple and swirling your tongue around it.

One thing that everyone knew about the Spaniard is that she was a touchy person. She loved holding onto you any chance she got, she loved the feeling of your warm skin on hers. The handcuffs were the definition of torture for her; fingertips desperately needing to dig their nails into your thighs, fingers wanting so bad to tangle themselves in your thick locks. You smirked down at her because you knew what she was thinking. You knew that she wanted to touch, she wanted to squeeze, she wanted to graze.

“Naughty girls don’t get to touch either.”

“How’d you-“

“I told you darling, I know you before you do.”

She whined as the assault on her chest didn’t stop. You bite and sucked hard, dark red spots littering her skin like paint on a canvas. You kissed up her neck, head looking back to give you more space to take her in. You inhaled deeply, getting high off of her scent. She smelled like lavender and mint, with a hint of jasmine that you loved. “Fuck, you know jasmine is my favorite.” You tell her, she giggles and bites her lip, chest arching into yours. She hates that you’re still fully dressed, wanting to enjoy you too. “Please take your clothes off.” She asks in a soft whisper you almost didn’t hear. Her eyes hold so many emotions, their deep brown color begging for you in their own language. “No.” you answer, pushing yourself off the bed and leaving the room.

Her bottom lip starts to quiver, falling into subspace ever so slowly. You come back with ice-cream; her favorite. She takes in a deep breath at the sight of you, blinking away tears.

“What’s your color, gorgeous?”

“Yellow.”

You put the ice-cream to the side and sit beside her. With eyes full of concern, you caress her cheek. She’s got such beautiful freckles, you think, before leaning down and kissing her softly.

"¿Qué pasa, mi amor?”

“Feeling subby. I’m okay to continue, I want this.”

“Okay, color?”

“Green, so green.”

You sit on the bed with her, bending her legs up to sit between them. She smiles happily, you lean down and pepper her face with soft kisses. “Those freckles are the prettiest thing I’ve seen,” you tell her as a light blush creeps up her face. You go back to kissing her neck, darkening all those marks you had made before. She begins to whine louder, whimpering at each nibble and suck. Her chest is a dark purple, a reminder of who she belongs to.

You pull her legs apart, panties revealing a dark wet patch in the middle. She already smelled like sex, her arousal evident from all your touches and teases. It was intoxicating, just like she was. You ran your fingers over her clothed folds slowly, fingers cold from holding the ice cream earlier. Scooting down the bed, you were now face to face with her clothed sex, leaning in and kissing her softly. You pulled the fabric to the side slowly, her wetness making the soaked fabric stick to her. Soft kisses were left all the way up her folds, her hole practically leaking with how turned on she was. She was a mess below you, eyes screwed shut and bottom lip between teeth. You circled your tongue around her clit, her folds warm and sweet. Sucking on her clit was her favorite, you indulged her for a while as a little reward for being well-behaved so far.

You remembered the ice cream and reached for it, slipping a little spoonful of vanilla ice cream into your mouth before returning between her legs. You leaned in and ate her out enthusiastically, the change in temperature causing Ona to yelp and jump a little, hands desperately tugging at the restraints to let her grasp onto something. “Ah, joder!” she yelled, as your mouth never wavered till all the ice cream was slurped up. The temperature change gave Ona chills. Her chest heaved with her deep breaths, legs contorted as they struggled to keep themselves open for you. There was an unspoken rule; however, you positioned her, she was to stay that way.

Another scoop of sweet ice cream melted on your tongue as you devoured her syrupy folds. Your cold tongue darting its way into her, the varying sensations sending her towards orgasmic bliss…till it suddenly stopped.

“No!” she yelled, now fully realizing her punishment. No cumming till you let her.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with your bratty behavior that easily did you? Do you know me at all, Pequeño?” you tell her with a wicked grin on your face and ice cream smudged all over.

You bent her in half, holding her legs up as another spoonful of creamy goodness sat on your tongue. This time you gently tongue-fucked her, the dollop of ice cream melting on her hot clit and dripping into her as you slurped noisily to clean her off. You didn’t let a drop of your new favorite ice cream flavor go to waste, finger dipping in and shoving itself into her agape mouth.

“You’re delicious aren’t you?” you ask her.

“Mmm, yes.” She answers, sucking pornographically on your single digit. You pulled it away and immediately plunged it into her, curling up into her sweet spot. Her legs trembled where they dangled over your shoulders, tears flowing down her cheeks hotly. She was so close, pussy clenching rhythmically around your finger. You slipped in a second digit, lips suctioning itself to her clit driving her crazy. She knew she couldn’t cum till you let her; she thought she would pass out from how hard she was holding back. You let her go though, you knew exactly when she would break.

She panted and a fresh set of tears flowed down her cheeks. You kissed her, caressing her burning thighs. “We’re just getting started darling.” You whisper in her ear, kissing the shell of it lightly. She whines again, begging already.

“No, no por favor. I’ve been good, I’m sorry!”

“I know, bebita. You’re being such a good girl.” You cooed. Your long fingers find themselves inside her again, assaulting her hole with vigor and practiced movements. Her eyes roll into her eyes, head becoming more and more fuzzy as she entered the world of submission. She loved it here, the weight of the world off her shoulders with you right beside her to take care of her. She trusted you; knowing she would be well-taken care of.

Fingertips pressed themselves hard on her sweet spot, tongue flicking wildly over her now swollen clit. She loved the way you ate her out, no other partner previously came close to how good you were at it. It was skilled and accurate with irregularities that excited her. It made her legs shake and just the memory of it made her legs jelly.

Your lips moving to a new spot on her body brought her back to reality, chest heaving once more as you worshipped her breasts. Suckling and nibbling made her nipples pebble up adorably, chest flushed from her neck down. Her abs were working overtime, contracting with every touch you gave her. You gently introduced another finger, kissing down her stomach as you felt the slight resistance her body showed you.

“That’s it baby, let me in. You’re doing so good princesa, taking your punishment so well.”

“Fuck, please don’t stop Y/N…”

Your fingers don’t stop. Actually, they speed up and press in deeper. It makes her see stars, mouth going dry from having her jaw open for so long. She writhed and was yelling at this point. You didn’t care about the neighbors, everyone should thank you that they get to enjoy her magnificent sounds.

“Scream for me, mi amor. Tell everyone in Barcelona who fucks you this good.”

“Yuh-you Y/N, only you!”

“That’s fucken’ right, angel. Go ahead, cum for me darling. You’ve been good.”

Oh boy does she cum. She gushes like a faucet. The force consumes her, orgasm making her entire being shudder and shake with delight. She blacks out for a second, your fingers pulling away and pulling her into a more comfortable position. You grab a bottle of water from the nightstand and feed it to her. She drinks thankfully, eyes looking up at you with a distant look. You caressed her cheeks, smiling fondly down at her.

“What’s your color, beautiful?”

“G-Green.”

“Ready for the star of the show, you think?”

“Y-Yes, I am.”

You pull out her favorite strap, slipping on the harness as she wiggles back into the middle of the bed. She looks so small, fragile and doll-like. You wanted to burn this image of her into your head so you stared at her, taking in all her beautiful features that your hands knew so well. Her hair was stuck to her forehead, sweat glistened on her body and every inch of skin had a mark or bite. Anyone that looked at her now would know who she belonged to and that made her heart skip a beat.

Lubing yourself up, you slid back between her legs. You suddenly felt pity for her, silently reaching over to the nightstand again to get the keys to the handcuffs. You released her, rubbing her aching wrists. You looked into her eyes, they were the most beautiful shade of brown.

“I’ve let you go but that does not mean you can disobey me. I know you’re my good girl aren’t you?”

"Sí, soy tu buena chica".

“That’s what I like to hear.”

The tip of the strap pushed into her with ease as you held her legs back and caressed her calves. You gave her ankle a soft kiss before holding her legs on your shoulders. You thrusted deeper, the harness grazing your own clit perfectly. You could get off with her, which made the night even sweeter. On days like this, you usually accepted no pleasure. The act of getting Ona off was more than sufficient but when you could, you tried to make both of you feel special. She enjoyed making you cum but when she was in this headspace she found it difficult.

You fucked her into the mattress, her voice now hoarse from all her screams of pleasure. You knew you were going to get a noise complaint tomorrow but you couldn’t care less right now. Ona’s moans were music to your ears, your own voice now mixing into hers. You lent back and pounded up into her, the angle giving her the boost she needed to cum.

“P-Please, por favor, estoy tan cerca…please l-let me cum…please!”

“Wait for me darling, just a little longer.” You pant back at her, grinding down and fucking into her earnestly as you both dove head first towards your orgasms.

You don’t know who came first, but it was pure ecstasy. Both of you saw stars and your ears rang deafeningly as you rode out your highs. It was magnificent.

Pulling out and letting the strap fall to the floor you cradled her in your arms as she cried. She was overwhelmed like she normally was when a night like this was over, finding solace in your arms and your arms only. You shushed her and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, using Spanish and English as both of those languages soothed her. You kissed her with a passion like no other, lips swollen and red after she calmed down. You gave her the rest of the bottle of water, encouraging her to finish it when she began to protest.

“You need to finish it, princesa. Please?”

“Can I have a bath if I do?”

“You’re getting a bath regardless but it’d make me feel better if you had all the water please.”

“Okay.” She finished it and got her bubble bath with extra bubbles as requested.

12AM, Barcelona.

Now that you both were cleaned and sheets changed, you had a record playing as you both cuddled in bed. Ona insisted on lighting a candle, “we need to set the mood, bebé.” “isn’t it too late for that?” “Cállate.”

She turned over, scooting into your side of the bed and laying her head on your chest. You were now both naked as the day you were born, Ona again insisting that “naked cuddles are the best, Sí?”

“Are you okay?” you ask her after a while, hand rubbing her arm softly.

“Yes. I really needed that today. I’m sorry I pushed your buttons.”

“Don’t be, I love it when you’re a brat.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Ona.”

You sleep through the night with the cutest defender in the world and you felt like the luckiest woman in the world. She was perfect.

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cas-skz · 1 year ago

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Back to you (Crumble pt 2.)

Wooyoung x FEM!reader

| non-idol au | drama/romance | 18+!! |

Weeks apart from Wooyoung and San have effected you mentally and physically. Your travel companion has no luck breaking through to you and with all your energy drained, you pass out. What happens after the hospital will change everything.

[writers note]

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Every part of you felt numb. Your body was heavy and heart shattered. The whole event of last night played through your head over and over again, hurting more each time.

You didn’t want it to be real. You didn’t want San and Wooyoung to be gone.

“Wake up. We’re here.” The males voice came from the front seat.

You sat up to look at your surroundings, a small cabin on a lake front with not much else in sight. To most it would be peaceful, but to you it was hell at the moment.

You took Ella from her car seat, holding her in your lap as you sighed quietly. “Guess we’re here.” You told her, exiting the car.

“Where are we?” You asked the male, who was grabbing the bags from the car.

“Somewhere safe.” He simply replied, motioning for you to follow him to the cabin.

You rolled your eyes at his answer, following inside. It was decent enough, a living room with tv, the kitchen was stocked with new pots and pans, and a pile of groceries were stacked on the floor.

You made your way down the hall, glancing in at the bathroom before finding your and Ella’s bags in a room at the end of the hall. You got her freshened up and grabbed a bottle before setting in a crib that had been set up.

You laid on your side on the bed across from the crib, watching as she played with the toys and stuffies Woo had grabbed for her. You couldn’t help but cry again, feeling hopeless and confused.

San and Wooyoung had always kept the business side of things hush hush, but over time you started to pick up on little things. Woo arranged boxing matches where people placed high bets to watch San fight an opponent.

99% of the time San was victorious, in exception for Leeknow. Every few weeks the boys would come home after a loss and chat over how to defeat him the next time. Woo always said the loss left a dent in their wallets.

The knock on the door woke you up. You groaned quietly, not even realizing you had fallen asleep.

“Sorry…she’s been fussing. I can take her if you want.” The male said.

It was only now you realized who had been accompanying you this whole time. “Mingi?”

“Yea..I didn’t think you remembered.” He chuckled, taking a few steps towards the crib.

“No.” You said quickly, “I got her.”

You rushed to your feet to swoop Ella into your arms, hushing her as you dug through one of the bags.

“Sorry.” Mingi said quietly, scratching the back of his head. “I have dinner going. It’ll be ready soon.” He smiled softly before turning and heading back to the kitchen.

You didn’t exactly remember Mingi, but he had been one of your elementary school friends and you thought he’d left town years ago.

Once you found a soother for Ella, you both made your way into the kitchen. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep, but the cabin looked much cozier than when you arrived.

A small play area had been set up in the living room, which you placed Ella into after giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Are you hungry?” Mingi asked from the kitchen.

“Uh, no. No thanks. Ella’s probably starving.”

“I made her mashed peas and potatoes. There’s a few pieces of pork chop cooling for her too.”

To your surprise, the food at prepared correctly for her age and was made into a smiley face on a cute dinosaur plate.

“Don’t worry, I know how to not kill a baby. I have a three year old and a handful of nieces and nephews.” Mingi smirked, passing you the plate and a baby spoon.

“Thanks.” You mumbled quietly.

You sat inside Ella’s play area and propped her inside the bumbo seat before feeding her dinner.

“I think she approves.” Mingi said from the kitchen table as he munched down on his own meal.

You ignored his comment, focusing on keeping Ella’s face clean as your thoughts wondered to Woo and San. You couldn’t help but worry and wonder where they were, if they were okay. Not to mention the hurt you felt from then suddenly leaving you.

The day creeped into night and you went along with your normal routine with Ella, bathing her and reading a couple of stories before settling her down in bed with a bottle.

Mingi had made himself comfortable in the smaller bedroom, setting up a little gaming station and some mood lighting. It seemed like he was always making someplace feel like home.

“You still haven’t eaten.”

His deep voice creeped out from his room, you peaked in to see him sitting on a bean bag chair, playing gta on a small tv screen.

“I just don’t feel hungry. I’m fine though.” You smiled softly before turning towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower. Do you mind listening out for her?”

“No problem at all.”

The hot water washed over your face as you sobbed as quiet as you could. There was a million questions running through your head. Why San would just send you off without explanation. Why they couldn’t go with you. There was no off button to the mess in your head.

As you opened the bathroom door, Mingi gave you a small wave, “She’s snoring. I’m heading to sleep soon.” He stretched out before standing up and heading to the door, leaning onto the side as he started to close it.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks. Night.”

You tried to comfort yourself with Woo’s shirt, the familiar sent of him brought you mixed emotions, which you tried your best to push aside. At some point you drifted to sleep on your tear stained pillow, thought it was nothing compared to falling asleep in Woo’s arms as he fucked you slowly.

The next few days felt numb. You went through day by day, moment by moment just focusing on Ella. You were a mess. You had barely eaten, barely spoken to Mingi. The only update you had gotten was that Leeknow had thrown a fight and his people were angry with the loss.

You were too exhausted to focus on what was being told to you as Mingi filled you in the latest events.

“I guess it’s almost resolved. There was some sort of confrontation but they ended up actually chatting.”

Your eyes tried to focus on Mingi cleaned dishes, but the room started to spin.

“If all goes well, you should be going home pretty so-”

Your body fell to the ground with a hard thud as you blacked out. The lack of food and hours of crying finally had you hitting a brick wall.

Mingi cursed as a glass dropped from his hand, he ran to your side and patted your face a few times. “Fuck. Come on, wake up.”

He grabbed your glass of water off the table and splashed it on your face, “Y/N.” He tapped your face a little harder as you woke a bit, still very fuzzy and spaced.

You remember being in the car as Mingi drove towards the nearest hospital. Ella was strapped in her seat and you laid fading in and out on the seat next to her.

The beeping of a heart monitor rang in your ears as you came out of unconsciousness, you mumbled to yourself as the nurse greeted you and let you know what was going on.

“We gave you some fluids but you’re going to need to eat before you leave, other than that, you and the baby are overall fine.”

“What?” Your tone was unexpectedly harsher than you expected.

“Well we had to run a blood test just to make sure it was lack of nutrients…I-I’m sorry, if you didn’t know.”

You stared blankly for a moment, “No-“ you paused to look at her, offering a small smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You laughed quietly as a tear fell down your cheek. “Thank you.”

After following the doctors orders and apologizing to Mingi and Ella for not taking care of your self, you were happily on your way home.

Though your heart ached for Wooyoung more than ever, you couldn’t help but smile down at your stomach.

“I think you should name them Grey.”

“Grey?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite color - well actually charcole, but that’s a weird name for a kid.”

You shook your head and laughed as the drive continued, filled with small chat and plans to make the best of things.

“By the way” Mingi started as he pulled into the long driveway down to the cabin, he paused and quickly checked his phone before pointing to a car parked near the house. “You have a visitor.”

Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of your brother as the car came to a stop, you rushed out and over to hug him tightly.

“I swear to god if you ever do that again”

“It won’t happen again. Ever.”

“Promise.”

“Promise. We’re going straight.”

San explained how Wooyoung had made a deal with Leeknow’s people to get them out of the game and in exchange they would own and operate a car repair shop.

As San continued to speak, your eyes drifted to the cabin door opening and you took off running towards Wooyoung as he walked out.

Tears were streaming down your face as you leaped into his arms, kissing his lips as deep as you could.

“You came back.” You whispered against his lips, pressing your head against his.

“I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

“Good. Ella and her little brother or sister are gonna need their daddy.”

Woo looked down at you with a look of shock and wonder, which you nodded a few times to confirm what he was thinking.

He wrapped his arms around you again, spinning you around as he kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“Get a room!” San yelled with a laugh.

Woo gave him the finger as he carried you back into the cabin and closed the door behind him.

You laughed in his arms and held onto him until he put you back on the ground, “Go get your daughter.” You laughed, giving him another kiss.

“Our daughter.” He whispered.

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novemquadragintillion · 10 months ago

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I take it back!!!!! 3 days in and I already miss every single crunchy and chewy food ever. Everything is bad 😂😂

Got my wisdom teeth removed, i feel like fish. It was scary in the beginning but wasn't as bad as i thought

#pleaseeeee I'm so tired of soft foods #i love you french rustic bread... apple... pizza crust... meat...#( ；∀；)#meanwhile I am SO TIRED of taking painkillers. every 3 hours. round the clock #I reduced the dosage and gradually expanded the time between doses to 4 hours today and so far it's been ok #hasn't been painful. just aches #hopefully I can eat something like overcooked noodles soon #my diet has been yogurt (+greek yogurt too) tomato soup whipped cream apple sauce ice cream and miso broth. lmao #my body is like wtf are you feeding me?!#I'm glad I bought myself miso broth beforehand because it's the only salty thing and it gives me life slightly #the tomato soup is from a family friend who made it from scratch from her garden and it's delicious!!#But ultimately the only thing that is filling my stomach is the greek yogurt. I hope I can have mashed potatoes soon #this random person's ramblings #UGHHHH I just thought of scrambled eggs... I WANTTTT #I forgot to mention that I've also had a banana mango shake on the first day. it was good! it's totally ok to use straws 👍#also I've learned that yogurt makes swallowing pills so easy. i need to remember that #shout out to my mom who's helping me through all of this. I love you

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quinnynation · 6 days ago

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but daddy, i love him! ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ chapter I

warnings : strict parents, i think that's all

word count : 1,689

a/n : excited to start this series :)) hope you guys like it

“Christina’s being courted.” Your mother spoke, earning a hum from your father- who was scraping his fork against the porcelain plate you’d spent so long washing last night.

You blinked, mentally apologizing- you didn’t mind washing the dishes, it was the least you could do to help around the house.

“And you know her mother, Bethany is just-” Your mother scoffed, “-in shambles.”

Your brows knit together as you looked up from your plate, “How come?” You asked, causing silence to fall across the wooden dining table.

“Because, the boy courting her is from Boston- and you know how those Boston boys behave.” Mother spoke, taking a bite of mashed potatoes. You blinked, you didn’t know how “those Boston boys” behaved- your father made sure you didn’t.

“Not our Y/n, she stays far away from boys. Isn’t that right?” Your father looked at you, smug smile on his face. You nodded quickly- “Yes dad, boys are trouble.” You said, parroting the words you’d been spoon-fed since birth.

Your father’s smug smile grew wider as he placed his large hand onto your shoulder, “Atta girl.”

You offered him a weak smile, looking down at your now empty plate. “I’m done, may I be excused?” You asked, looking towards your mother. She sighed and nodded, motioning upstairs with her head.

You thanked her, saying goodnight to both your parents before picking up your plate and bringing it to the kitchen sink- rinsing off the porcelain with tap water.

Once done, you swiftly made your way up the old farmhouse stairs- slipping into your room and closing the dark-stained door behind you.

You flopped onto your linen bed sheets- gasping as you heard an annoyed meow. “Sorry, Tux.” You apologized, sitting up and scratching the tuxedo tom-cat’s chin. The cat purred, brushing his body against your hand- soaking up your attention; basking in it.

Tux had been your high school graduation present, or at least- that’s what your family played it off as. Once you received Tux, you realized you had no desire to move far away from the cat. No desire to move outside the small catholic town of Clear Channel.

So you stayed, doing college on the farmhouse’s spotty wifi and your run-down laptop. You didn’t mind though! Not really, it was nice staying close to your family and the church.

The church had been your entire life for…well, your entire life.

For as long as you could recount, you woke up at dawn every Saturday and Sunday- putting on a “perfectly modest” dress; usually adorned with some ditsy floral pattern- and walking hand in hand with your mother and father to church.

The church was the biggest building in the town, not by actual size but by popularity. Only really being rivaled by the supermarket. Meaning that if you didn’t show up there at least once a week- you’d be deemed strange.

God help anyone deemed strange by the locals of Clear Channel.

As you sat on your bed, reading ‘Sense and Sensibility’, you heard the familiar sound of your door creaking open.

Your eyes gazed upwards, meeting the sight of your mother; now dressed in her nightgown. She peered around your room, and you were able to immediately guess the words that would soon come out her mouth.

“Your room needs tidying.” She said, the words not surprising you one bit. Your mother seemed to always have a problem with how you decided to clean. In her eyes, you washed the porcelain too rough, scrubbed the floors with the wrong cleaners and your room was never clean enough.

“I’ll pick it up tomorrow, I had to finish my English essay today.” You explained, despite knowing your words would fall on deaf ears. “Schoolwork does not take precedence over housework.” Your mother scolded, picking up one of Tux’s toys and chucking it into the small trashcan you had in the corner of your room.

You bit your tongue, figuring you’d just pluck it out of the can after she left.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry.” You apologized, the pads of your fingertips running along the spine of the hardcover book in your hands. “Anyway, I need you to run out to the store for your father.” Your mother asked, remembering the entire reason she had entered your room.

You looked towards your digital alarm clock that sat next to your bed- bright red numbers reading ‘9:30’ stared back at you. You didn’t argue though, instead you scooted off your bed- ignoring how Tux pawed at your legs as they hit the floor.

“What does he need?” You asked as you began pulling on socks. “Tums, you know the flavor he prefers.” She said, digging into her pocket and holding out a twenty dollar bill for you to take. “I expect my change back.” Your mother added; a tone of authority taking over her voice.

You nodded, grabbing your backpack off your desk chair and taking the money from her. Satisfied, your mother left the room- a faint echo of her slamming her own bedroom door could be heard from down the hall.

Biking was by no means a hard task for you, in fact you quite enjoyed it; the feeling of cool wind hitting your face was therapeutic in a way.

Clear Channel was small enough that hardly anyone was on the streets at this time of night, it was as if the town had a bedtime. This made you enjoy biking at night much more, sure it was nice to see your childhood friend’s parents and make small talk- but sometimes being alone was nicer.

You hopped off your old bike, placing it on the store’s rack that you were fairly certain the owners only kept in the concrete because of you. You didn’t bother locking it up, or even owning a bike lock for that matter- the people living in Clear Channel were the furthest thing from thieves.

A light shiver ran through your body as you entered the supermarket, the owners always insisted on having the A/C on full blast. Your high-school gym shoes made little to no noise as you made your way down the aisles. Of course, you knew exactly where the Tums were- but you enjoyed viewing the newly stocked items; seeing the different packaging on the cereal boxes and such.

Eventually, you made it to the over-the-counter medication, quickly grabbing a bottle of cherry flavored Tums.

You smiled at Mr.Myers, an graying old man with deep set crows-feet; he owned the supermarket, you’d known him nearly your entire life- even spent one summer befriending his granddaughter that had come to visit him.

“It’s a bit late for a lil’ lady like you to be out, Y/n.” Mr.Myers smiled warmly, you nervously laughed- “Father needed more Tums, y’know how he is.” You explained as he scanned the bottle. Mr.Myers simply hummed before pausing, “Say, when are you gonna leave for college? My little Maggie ‘s studying in New York.” He chuckled, a proud glow causing him to stand with his head a bit higher.

You shrugged, “I’m fine staying online, what’s Maggie studying?” You asked- hoping to move the conversation along. You never were the best at holding conversations.

“She’ll be the first Dr.Myers, ain’t that somethin’? My granddaughter, a doctor.” The graying man’s smile was so wide that you wondered briefly if his cheeks hurt. As you opened your mouth to speak, a loud motor could be heard outside the store.

Both you and Mr.Myers whipped your head towards the source of the noise, peering out the wide glass window that overlooked the parking lot. A group of four boys- all on motorbikes- were showing off various tricks they could perform. Most of which you weren’t aware were possible in the first place.

Mr.Myers let out a frustrated sigh, “Trouble those boys are,” He scowled. You only nodded, despite having zero knowledge of who the boys even were.

“You get home safe, Y/n.” Mr.Myers said, handing you your bag with your spare change rolled up neatly inside. You nodded once again, bidding the old man a goodbye and asking him to send your well-wishes to Maggie.

As you exited the store, you gulped down a nervous lump in your throat- praying none of the four boys would pay you any attention. You approached your bike, taking off your backpack and beginning to stuff the supermarket bag inside of it.

A sharp whistle caught your attention, causing your eyes to drift over to the boys once again. “I like your bike!” One of the boys said as he approached you, flipping up his mask to reveal a pair of bright blue eyes. You took a cautious step backwards, clutching your backpack in your hands.

The boy recognized this, lifting up his hands as a way to “surrender”. “Is it a Bruce Gordon? Where’d you get it?” He asked, eyes leaving yours and traveling to the vintage yellow bike next to you. You bit your lip nervously, huffing out a shaky breath.

“...I dunno, it was my mom’s in the ‘80s.” You answered honestly, pulling your backpack over your shoulders. The boy nodded, “Sick.”

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before he offered out his gloved hand. “I’m Chris.” He said, you looked over towards the door of the store- seeing Mr.Myers watching you two with cautious eyes.

You simply nodded, “Y/n, you should go before Mr.Myers calls the new sheriff.” You said, pointing towards the now-cranky old man- “I heard he’s strict.” You added. Chris only laughed, hopping back on his bike and winking at you before sliding down his helmet’s visor- riding towards his friends.

You watched as the four boys all peeled out the parking lot- yelling out loud, excited cheers as Chris made his bike stand on it’s back wheel.

As you peddled back home, you found your mind trailing back to Chris and his obnoxious red motorbike- where the heck had he come from?

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stop-talking · 8 months ago

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Sleepless Nights

Mike & Abby fluff; Abby's POV!

500 words

Tags: sibling love, bonding, fluff, Mike & Abby, post-movie

Based loosely off a request from @futturmansgf for some Mike & Abby fluff <3

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Abby wakes up to the sound of creaking floorboards once again.

Honestly, she has no idea how Mike thinks she doesn't hear him. He's been doing this more and more lately, getting up in the dead of night to pace around the house.

Is he having nightmares too? She can't imagine how he wouldn't, after the events that went down at Freddy's.

Abby tries to drown out the sound of his footsteps, closing her eyes and squeezing her stuffie a little tighter. Unfortunately, all she can think about is her brother.

His eyebags have become more prominent lately. He's always been tired, for as long as she could remember. But now, he's at a whole 'nother level.

She thinks back to yesterday, how he nearly fell asleep at the wheel while picking her up to school. And the day before that, when she caught him dozing off at the dinner table, cheek in his mashed potatoes.

Okay, that had actually been kind of funny. But this is serious. How could she help him? Every time she brings up anything related to sleep, he brushes her off. Says he's "just tired". Adults are such bad liars. Or at least, Mike is.

Abby tosses and turns in bed, made increasingly restless by the sound of her brother's footsteps in the hall. Ugh, if she wants to get some sleep, she's going to have to fix things herself, isn't she?

Huffing and throwing off the covers, she slides out of bed and makes her way out into the hall. Mike whips around at the sound of the door opening, but his face softens when he realizes it's just her. Who else would it be? He's so silly.

"Abs, what are you doing up?" He asks, hand nervously scratching at the back of his neck.

"Had a nightmare." Abby blinks up at her brother, giving him her best pitiful look. It's not hard to do, she really is tired.

Mike sighs and scoops her up into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" She asks, tilting her head up to look into his eyes, cheek against his chest.

"Y-Yeah, sure." He stammers out a response, obviously surprised by the request. Abby doesn't blame him. She hasn't asked to sleep in his bed since she was... what, five? Six?

Still, he picks her up and carries her into his bedroom. Abby is perfectly capable of walking the ten or so steps to his bed, but she just lets it happen. Mike needs to think he's the one helping her, or else this isn't going to work.

"You need anything? Want me to grab one of your stuffed animals?" Mike asks, throwing his comforter over her.

"No, I'm fine." Abby wraps an arm around her brother as he crawls under the covers with her, lying her head on his shoulder.

Mike reaches over and starts to play with her hair. He hasn't done that in a looong time. She's missed it.

Abby just hums softly, letting Mike pretend he's doing her a favor. Well, maybe he is. Just a bit.

Eventually, his hand goes limp and he drifts off to sleep.

He's so lucky he has a little sister to take care of him.

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thenickgirl · 7 months ago

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nobody has written anything about nicks bf comforting him after his wisdom teeth come out and im sad ab it 😪

i am too lowkey, bc his bf would absolutely take care of him and feed him mashed potatoes, that he made from scratch by the way, not that boxed shit! then go get him ice cream, how ever many scoops and flavors he wants, and changing his gauze then putting him to bed after getting him his pain meds and massaging his little jaws until he falls asleep 🥺

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izvmimi · 1 month ago

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cw: self-indulgent. suggestive. baby/babymaking mention. reader and asta are married. child is named.

You’re not unused to Asta saying something outrageous the moment he walks into the door to your home, but today he’s quieter as he sets down his grimoire, soft and sweet with his hugs and kisses as he greets you, and even more calm during dinner after he’s washed up. Luna sits in his lap as he feeds her mashed potatoes and strained greens, clapping gleefully, and he’s extra tender as he handles her. He doesn’t have much to tell you of note as things are at peace currently, and as vice-captain of the Black Bulls, he would know if things were suspicious at the horizon.

Somehow, you can still tell he’s contemplating a new wrinkle of change in the fabric of your lives together.

You put Luna to sleep together, and the two year old drifts off quickly after the bedtime story the two of you deliver in tandem; Asta closes the door to her bedroom carefully, his gaze lingering on his formerly energetic, now still and pacified 2 year-old girl.

When you are both finally back in the sitting room, you leafing through a book of handy everyday spells while he occupies himself by writing letters to the many friends he’s made on his travels, the proverbial other shoe drops.

“Let’s have a baby.”

You blink, and turn in his direction, and he’s already set his parchment aside, now looking at you with expectant, hopeful eyes.

“A baby?” you repeat.

“Yeah.”

There’s a gentle tilt of his head, and now the green of his eyes seem a little bit brighter, glowing even in the low candlelight, and you can’t help but laugh suddenly, pushing your codex aside.

“Are we planning things now? Are you no longer content to just finish inside me and shrug your shoulders, letting Providence decide?”

Asta pouts but isn’t truly slighted by the implication of carelessness, instead drawing closer to you. There's a moment of pause as he contemplates and you gaze into each other’s eyes once more, then immediately he’s scooped you in his arms and you’re walking in one direction and one direction only.

The bedroom.

You don’t protest - rather, you let your arms wrap around him, as usual enamored by the very honest and direct approach he takes to any one of his actions. He’s thought about it, pored it over through his mind, the mental calculations of how to provide and how to nurture running constantly through his head.

All he needs is you to be willing.

“I was just thinking about it earlier. I think Luna needs a sibling. She plays alone too much, plus Princess Moonbeam suddenly has three younger siblings that look up to her and follow her every move.”

Your legs wrap around his waist as he lays you down, foreheads just barely touching as you stay in an embrace.

“Three huh? So are we planning triplets?” Your voice is a breathy rasp that scratches gently at his very soul.

“If fate says so.”

“I thought you didn’t like whatever fate had to say.”

Asta grins in response to your sly smile, dipping low to kiss you on the lips before rising and pulling his shirt over his head.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ask fate, I’ll tell it at this point.”

As much as you’re still giggling as he descends right back on you, the two of you playful, planting kisses all over each other’s bare skin, you pause to look up at him, breathing gently for a moment. Your husband is sweet but determined-looking, with cheeks gently flushed, and desire practically dripping from his lips but part of you is hesitant. Not because you don’t want him - never that - or want another baby, but because…

“I… I just don’t want us to keep you off track, Asta. You haven’t reached your goal yet, and I know…” you pause, the words slowing in your mouth for a moment. “... I just think we’ve probably distracted you.”

“Not at all! If anything, you spur me on,” he insists. Your heart warms, but still, you think of how hard he works to love and protect you and how much of the country depends on him, and-

“I don’t want you to look away from the kingdom,” you add. Your heart thumps as the words leave you mouth, but he kisses you tenderly, and pulls back, a smile on his lips.

“You are the kingdom to me, okay? You and Luna, both.”

He kisses you again.

“And whoever’s next, okay?"

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes and you nod, proceeding to do whatever you want with him, perhaps your love tonight producing much more.

“Star 1, Star 2 and Star 3, right?”

His eyes twinkle.

“Exactly.”

…

By the time coronation arrives, the bump in your gown is harder to hide, but your best friend and his both know, and it’s a good omen.

The same day, your pregnancy was confirmed, and you took your time to break the news, he had wonderful news of his own.

Blessings added to blessings.

Luna was your lovechild, and you know have your planned baby of ascension, but you love both just the same.

#asta x reader #asta black clover x reader #black clover x reader #cw pregnancy #cw babies #daydreams: black clover #mimi's notes

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ghostsnugget · 6 days ago

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I didn't get a lot of feedback on my last post but I'm so glad so many of you liked and reblogged. Here's part 2 of temp on Base.

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"FOX TROT..." You respond, your call sign earning a couple of approving murmurs. "Very nice, well you talk to the team...eat...get as settled in as you can in a military base. And don't worry, they won't cause you any trouble." Price says with a chuckle, turning and walking away.

As much as you want to believe him the dirty looks they're giving you says different. You can't see Ghost's face but his eyes say it all. A cold chill creeps it's way up your spine and your face starts to burn. Gaz smacks the table softly and stands up. "I'm gonna go to the gym. I suggest you guys do the same, we have a big day tomorrow." Gaz says before turning and walking away.

You finally look down to see what was for lunch and see on your tray a sad looking Salisbury steak and some half mashed potatoes. In a little bowl in the corner of the tray are some brown string beans. They look like they were cooked too long. 'prison food' is all you can think as you look at this sorry excuse for a meal.

After contemplating your life choices for a minute you finally decide to eat. You have to hold back a gag as you eat the string beans. Maybe this is why everyone looks so grumpy. While you were zoned out apparently Ghost and Soap had left. They left their trays half eaten on the table. Having skipped breakfast you forced yourself to eat it all.

After that meal you didn't know if it would be a good idea to work out so you went to your room. It was still too quiet. Walking through the halls was like you had some how made a wrong turn and fell into the back rooms. Your room wasn't much better, it was the horrid color as the halls and the air smelled stale. They obviously didn't get many transfers.

Suddenly you thought maybe coming back here wasn't a good idea. It was cold in the room and the lack of air flow made you feel trapped. A Knock knock knock sounded at the door. The visitor kicked you out of your stupor, bringing you back to reality.

Opening the door you're met with Price's friendly smile. "We're having a meeting in an hour. Meet me in my office when it's time. Oh and change into your pt uniform." Without wanting for an answer he turns on heel and walks away.

Quickly you get changed so you're ready when the time comes. Your uniform is a pair of black basketball shorts, a white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. Now is the hard part, finding something to do while you wait. The only things you brought were a book to read and a sketch book.

Neither sound appealing right now so instead you think it might be a good idea to take a walk around the base. Most of the halls seem the same. Eventually you find your way to the k9 training unit. Gaz is there, feeding the dogs and tending to the kennels. When he finally turns around and sees you he greets you with a smile.

"Hey, life on Base going okay for you so far?" It's a complete 180 from how he was in the chow hall. "It's as boring as boring can get, not much to do outside of training and what I brought..." You mumble.

He nods, giving a dog a little scratch behind the ear. Suddenly he stands and says, "it's almost time for the meeting, we should head over to Price's office." He puts the dog away and waves for you to follow him.

Arriving at Price's office you find Soap and Ghost already there with him. You and Gaz take a seat, waiting for Price to begin. "I haven't told you all what's going on on purpose. We have a top secret mission coming up and we need to keep this as quiet as possible." His voice is tense and quiet.

He looks around at everyone in the room, almost like he's assessing how everyone is reacting. "It's time to start preparing for project graveyard. We're going to be wiping out one of the most powerful terrorist groups in Germany."

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I hope you like it, I'd love to hear how you think I could improve and where you would like to see the story go next.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mwf2 #fanfic #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty mwii #new writter

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itsplumwriter · 1 year ago

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Period Comfort

POV: Bucky comforts you on your period.

A/N: ok I seriously loved writing this... I’m a girl so obviously I know what it’s like to go through that time of the month and this is the kind of comfort I'd like. I hope you'll like it too <33

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“I just started my period. Can’t make it.”

That's all you had to text Bucky to make him blow up your phone.

"Do you need anything?" "Are you in pain?" "What can I do?" “Omw.”

You’re half asleep so you don’t see any of his messages. You had brought out a pillow and blanket from the bedroom and settled on your couch, trying to distract yourself from your cramps with some TV noise and light napping.

The sound of the door wakes you up.

Bucky waddles in with several grocery bags and a very determined look on his face.

“Hey, doll,” he says, setting the bags on the coffee table.

“Hey, Buck?" you utter, sitting up. "What are you doing here? I thought you were working today..."

Bucky shrugs. "I told them my girl’s not feeling well and she needs me."

You appreciate Bucky, but can’t help feel a pang of guilt. “But you had plans...”

“You are my priority, doll... I got you some things.”

You raise an eyebrow as you watch him pull out a box of pads. “How’d you know I use that brand?”

“I saw them in your cabinet the other day...” he says, casually.

You smile. “You didn’t have to do that, Bucky... I have enough.”

“Oh. Well, you can use them for next time," he says, shrugging. “And I got you some snacks.”

Your eyes widen. “You did?”

He nods, pulling out a box of chocolate chip cookies.

"I read online that dark chocolate helps with cramps," he says, handing you the box.

The widest smile spreads across your face as you open it and get a whiff of chocolate.

He looks through the last bag himself, not showing you its contents, and double knots it.

"...Well, what's in that last bag?" you ask.

He kisses you on the forehead. “You’ll see..."

He heads for the kitchen as you crane your neck, trying to get a glimpse. “Go ahead and start a movie. I’ll be right back...”

You smile to yourself, watching him head for the kitchen; a warm feeling traveling across your chest. Typically your period was a time of misery. The cramps were debilitating. The moodiness was frustrating. The lethargy was annoying. But having someone, especially your boyfriend, be so compassionate and concerned made it far less terrible. You were just so grateful to have a boyfriend like Bucky.

You were falling in and out of asleep on the couch again, when Bucky gentle shakes you awake.

“Fresh mac and cheese, doll. I hope you like it.”

The smell of the food wakes you up. You sit up as he hands you a fork.

“Whoa,” you say.

Bucky stares at you intensely as you take a bite.

Your eyes widen. “Wow, it’s so good."

His shoulders relax. “Oh good, I thought I screwed it up.”

You shake you head, unable to speak as you stuff your mouth. “It’s amazing. You made this?”

He nods. "Yup. And there's chicken and mashed potatoes, too. Just say the word, doll, and I'll go get it."

You shake your head. "This is perfect for now, Bucky. Thank you."

Bucky smiles, scooting closer to you on the couch. He tries to put his arm around you, but you shift away. Again, he attempts to hold your hand, but you pull away.

“Doll, why do you keep moving away from me?”

You set your plate down on the coffee table. "I’m sorry, Bucky... I just. I don’t really feel cute right now..."

"Are you serious, doll? You’re always cute to me..."

You drop your gaze, feeling super self-conscious for some reason.

"You know I love you right?"

"Yes, I know Bucky."

He clenches his jaw. "Well, I don't think you know what that actually means cuz when I say I love you, I mean all of you... all the time. I’m not going to stop because it’s your time of the month..."

You chuckle.

"I want to hold you, doll. If that’s what you want me to do... of course."

You lay on his chest as he wraps his arms around you, giving you gentle back scratches. "Of course that's what I want."

“You know, I actually like when you’re like this..." he chimes. "It gives me a chance to take care of you for once. You always help me with my problems... I want to repay the favor.”

You laugh. “Well, I’m glad... I think.”

He didn’t want anything from you. He just wanted you. And today you really needed it.

The warmth and the pressure of his arms helped your cramps. The food he made gave you energy. And his kindness assuaged your moodiness. You fall asleep on his chest. You typically dreaded the first day of your period, but with the right guy, it turned out to be the best day of the month.

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bye the fluff i cant so sweet going to go crawl in a ball and dream with these butterflies now ok bye i love you <3

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kenjirose · 3 months ago

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TW: Death of an Animal

One of my childhood dogs that has been around since I was 8 years old is being put down today. His name is Shepherd, and I remember the day he was born because I was woken up in the middle of the night to yelping- me, and all my siblings and family had gathered around to watch him be born right on my stepbrothers bed.

I remember it was especially cool, because Shepherd was a Halloween baby. It was around 2am and Halloween Day, when Shepherd and his litter was born. He was really unique, because out of maybe 5-7 of the puppies (I forgot the exact number-) he was the only dark chocolate one. All the others had grey spots to go with their coat but he was the only one pure dark brown.

He has been in my life for as long as I can remember experiences from my childhood. He is 11-12 years old and about 3 years ago he developed a large tumor on his lower back, that bulges very visibly from his body. It was checked out at the vet, and they said that it was just benign and harmless. Because it was harmless, we decided to leave it alone.

Fast forward to now. Over the years he has itched and scratched- his entire middle back going bald due to it. His skin is irritated so bad, he has plucked all his fur off but the vets would just recommend allergy meds to mix with food.

Shepherd can barely walk now, because the most recent vent trip when we took him in for this issue they discovered something new. They said that it was a huge non-cancerous tumor, but it had long roots that twisted and curved around his spine. It caused many more, much smaller tumors to covers his whole back- dozens of them and it made him walk in a “C” shape, all twisted.

It’s been long enough, my parents have decided that euthanasia is too much money so my dad has taken him today. He took Shepherd with him, to visit distant family who live in a place similar to the middle of nowhere. And there, he will have his brother/my uncle put him down by shooting him.

It was told to me so bluntly, it was like a stab in the chest. That they were going to do this, so of course I tried to make Shepherds final day somewhat enjoyable.

For dinner last night I made fried chicken, and then made a special little plate just for him. He can’t have the seasoning likely.. and eating mashed potatoes and gravy isn’t the best for his diet but he will be gone days before it hits his system. He deserves a good tasty last meal that isn’t dry dog food.

It sucks knowing that this morning was the last time I saw him and will ever see him. And that’s the bath I have him this morning was the last time I’d ever do so- But atleast, Shepherd can join the Angel Pets on the fridge.

#I love you Shepherd

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incessanttranquility · 1 year ago

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Gehenna's First Ever Cook-Off! (Part 3.2)

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LTD!MC : Hello everyone and welcome back to our cook-off, earlier was a pretty huge blast as new contestants have joined the cook-off! Since there are so many of them, we have decided to group them into pairs, well, except for one which is a group of 3, but it doesn't matter anyway! Team Bloody Tea and Books have changed their name into Team Cats and Tea which makes sense, since there are two angry cats and one demon who just likes tea.. but anyways! Moving on, our rating system has changed as can be rate from 1 to 10 instead.

But now, we shall now start once again! And our contestants will be cooking lunch for our judges! Who will be the champion of this cook-off? Who will be the winner! Let us find out once the scores of all contestants are finalized! But forget about that for now, we have a cook-off to continue, now, let the cook-off continue!

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Team Solomon:

OM!Solomon : Looks like our dish will look delicious :D

WHB!Solomon : I agree, I think it looks appetizing :]

*Cooking pot suddenly explodes.*

WHB!Solomon : Our dish was way too appetizing that the pot exploded :]

OM!Solomon : Agreed :D

WHB!Solomon : Now that it's done, we should put it in a bowl now :] *reaches out for a bowl*

OM!Solomon : Thanks :3 *puts the totally amazing dish of team Solomon on the plate.*

*Plate melts, the cooking table now also has a hole on it.*

OM!Solomon : Oh, looks like we have to make a new dish D:

WHB!Solomon : It's alright, we still have time to make a new one :3

OM!Solomon : Okay :D

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Team Cats and Tea (previously named Bloody Tea and Books) :

OM!Satan : What the fuck even is that?! It doesn't even look fucking edible!

WHB!Satan : What the fuck did you just say?!

*The two continued to argue, like cats, obviously, both act like cats, and now they're scratching each other, like cats, Sitri is obviously trying to de-escalate the argument but there's no use, pretty much wasting their time to cook.*

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Team Best friends :

Ppyong : Ooh! Your cooking smells very delicious, aye!

Minhyeok : I know, they always tell me it does, Ppyong, can you give me the pepper shaker real quick?

Ppyong : Sure, aye!

Minhyeok : Thank you, Ppyong.

Ppyong : You're welcome, aye! We're best friends, afterall!

Minhyeok : Once I'm done cooking, I can help you cook your dish <D

Ppyong : Hwahh! I never thought you would do this for me!! Thank you so so much! *Starts tearing up.*

Minhyeok : No need to thank me, we're besties, afterall!

Ppyong : Yes, of course we are! :D

*Ting!*

Minhyeok : Oh, it seems that the turkey is ready, Ppyong, I'll help you make the gravy after we're done making the mashed potatoes.

Ppyong : Alright then! I'll get the ingredients for the gravy so we don't need to rush, aye!

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Team Mammon :

OM!Mammon : ..Are we really gon' feed GOLD to 'em..?

WHB!Mammon : Steak covered in edible paper gold, of course :D

OM!Mammon : Alright, alright, now that we're done, what are we gon' do now?

WHB!Mammon : Treasures, gold, money, you know :]

OM!Mammon : Hell yeah! Now we're talkin' !

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Team Envy :

OM!Leviathan : ..I don't understand why you're jealous of me... I just cooked some ramen with eggs and green onions.

WHB!Leviathan : ..Tch. *Rolls eyes.*

OM!Leviathan : Oh, right, were both the embodiment of envy.. but besides that, you're literally just jealous of yourself but different..

WHB!Leviathan : Still. *Glares

OM!Leviathan : ..Never thought that I'm the same person as this guy but different...

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LTD!MC : Alrighty! Times up! Contestants, please present your dishes! Up first is Team Cats and Tea!

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OM!Satan : ...Here. *Face is filled with scratches, same goes for WHB!Satan, welp, it's their fault that they just fought while everyone else cooked, at least Sitri is with them.*

OM!MC : This omelette looks pretty good, the orange juice is nice.

WHB!MC : ..It's just this burnt fish, still looks like that pancake that Satan made for me, but it's alright, he'll learn how to cook one day...

LTD!MC : Alright judges, what would you rate this dish?

OM!MC : We're going to give it a 7 out of 10.

LTD!MC : Great, and now combining Sitri and Satan's score, their total score is now 14. Next contestants, please.

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Minhyeok : We cooked turkey, mashed potatoes, and chicken curry, we also made gravy.

Ppyong : We hope you guys enjoy what we made, aye!

WHB!MC : This isn't just a dish this is a full-course meal. *Nom.*

OM!MC : When WHB!MC said that you're their wife, they weren't bluffing, but aside from that, this is so good.

LTD!MC : My mouth is literally watering right now, but anyways, judges, what would you rate this, dish, I mean- full-course meal?

WHB!MC : 10/10, no doubt, no hesitation, no second thoughts, 10/10.

LTD!MC : Great, Team Best friends total score is 15. Next contestants, please.

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WHB!Mammon : We made steak with edible paper gold :D

OM!MC : This is actually pretty good to be honest.

WHB!MC : *Nom.* Yum, gold steak tastes pretty good.

LTD!MC : Alright judges, what would you rate this fish?

WHB!MC : Gonna give it a 9/10.

LTD!MC : Great, Team Mammon's total score is 9. Last contestants, please.

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OM!Leviathan : ...Two bowls of ramen with eggs and green onions coming right up, also please help me... He's been glaring at me ever since this round started and I don't know what to do.

WHB!Leviathan : *Still glaring at OM!Leviathan, poor otaku, he's trying his best not to cry.*

WHB!MC : ..Anyways, this is a really good bowl of ramen that I've had this round.

OM!MC : *Nom.* Yummy.

LTD!MC : Alright judges, what would you rate this dish?

WHB!MC : We're also gonna give it a 9/10.

LTD!MC : Great, that brings Team Mammon and Team Envy tied, with Team Best friends being in the lead and Team Cats and Tea being the second.

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Sitri : ..Grr... That human, just you wait for next round.

*OM!Satan and WHB!Satan are just angrily staring at each other, not sure if their cat fight from earlier will continue.*

Ppyong : Looks like we're in the lead, aye!

Minhyeok : Mhm, we'll have to prepare for the final round, Ppyong.

Ppyong : Of course we'll have too! We'll win this as besties!

*OM!Mammon and WHB!Mammon are still talking about treasures, gold, money, with a mix of OM!Leviathan and WHB!Leviathan.*

WHB!Mammon : That guy is always jealous of everything, he's even jealous of himself sometimes.

OM!Mammon : Pfft, hahaha!

OM!Leviathan : ...You've been glaring at me for almost an hour now, it's as if you're having beef with me.

WHB!Leviathan : Tch.

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LTD!MC : Now that this round is over, let's have a word from some of our guests once again!

MM!MC : My man Minhyeok is on the lead once again, he's definitely gonna win, no doubt.

TWST!Yuu : Minhyeok and Ppyong didn't just serve, they devoured.

Malleus : Child of Man, do you want more popcorn?

TWST!Yuu : Sure! Thanks, tsunotaro!

Malleus : You're welcome, Child of Man.

WHB!Beelzebub : Pfft, bwahahahaha! Levi looks so fucking jealous right now! Hahahaha!

Bael : Your Majesty Beelzebub, you still have work to do.

WHB!Beelzebub : I'll do it later, promise!

Bael : ... *Sighs.*

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LTD!MC : Stay tuned for our last and final round! Who will be the champion of this cook-off?! We shall find out later on! Once again, I am your host, and this is Gehenna's First Ever Cook-Off!

Note : FINALLY I AM DONEEEE, I actually didn't realize that I posted this UNFINISHED so I had to edit it, @takitafulily also already reposted it so I decided to tag her again so sorry about that mootie😭

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3.1

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