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i-love-ptv · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Kiara Carrera x Fem!Smoothie/Juice Bar Owner!Reader

Who knew a smoothie could bring a summer of love, Kiara surely didn’t.

Wc: 4,521

Angst if you squint? (Not sure), Fluff, Like 2 sexual innuendos.

An: PHEWW GIRLL….this is a long one. actually the longest fic I’ve ever written. Sorry if Kie is a lil ooc, i tried to do her justice 🌚.

Also!! Reader’s ethnicity n stuff isn’t mentioned, but I imagined reader as a woc (personally!!) it’s totally okay if you’re not, you’re still very much welcome :)

Feedback always appreciated!! xx

Another “are we there yettttt?” is dragged out from JJ.

“JJ, you asked me that five minutes ago, and if you ask again I swear I’m gonna punch you.” Kiara huffs out with a glare to the blonde.

John B purses his lips, “where are we going again Kie?”

“We’re going to this juice and smoothie bar my mom told me about, she basically begged me to go.”

Sarah’s walking with a pep in her step. “Am I the only one that’s actually kind-of excited to go?” She practically squealed.

“Considering that there’s a smoothie truck at nearly every corner in the Obx, yes.” Pope sighed, wanting to just sit down since it was so hot outside.

Cleo wipes the slight sweat off her forehead, “Next time, let’s bring the Twinkie, i’d rather have the shitty air conditioning than none.”

John B’s head snaps to her, looking like he’s about to say something before Kiara’s shout rips through the humid air.

“Right here! This is it!” She exclaims with an airy chuckle.

The group of pogues look at the tiki-style bar, surrounded by tables, some being occupied by other teens and families.

The banner on the shack read ‘Shelly’s Smoothies & Juice’.

“How cliche.” JJ muttered, earning a sharp elbow to the ribs by Sarah.

“Oh shut up JJ! I think it’s cute!” Sarah steps back a bit and takes a picture, Kiara throws her an amused glance.

The pogues get closer to the shack, getting a slight glimpse of all of the equipment in it, and John B rings the bell.

“Uh hello?! Thirsty, sweaty customers here!” JJ yells.

The group all groan and growl at JJ for his outburst, they’re all so distracted that they don’t see you approach the counter from the inside.

“Oh! I’m so sorry for the wait! I had to chase away a squirrel just now!” You yelp out sheepishly, feeling silly for being slightly out of breath, and for not keeping that embarrassing fact to yourself.

The group of six turns to you, their argument dying down immediately.

Sarah steps forward first, locking eyes with you.

“Ooh! Can I get a….Passionfruit smoothie please?”

You smile, taking in account her huge, beaming smile.

“Of course,” you replied, “and what about y’all?”

They each take turns telling you their orders, but Kiara doesn’t seem to care.

She can’t help but stare at you.

The way your lips move whilst you speak, the way your hair is slightly frizzy from the North Carolina heat, the way that your tan lines are peaking out from your shirt. Your lips are slightly glossy, is it crazy that she wants to know what it’s from, but she’s not interested in looking at the gloss itself?

“You okay, Curly Girl?” Your question breaks her out of her thoughts. Now she notices everyone looking at her.

Pope coughs and nudges her.

“Oh..! Right! Sorry, uhm, I’m not quite sure what I want…” She murmurs softly. God what is up with her today?

You gasp with a smile, “It’s totally okay babe! Do ya got any allergies? ‘Cos I’d love to make you a smoothie I think you’d like!”

The brown haired girl whispers out a “no I don’t have any” and you immediately get to work after collecting the money from everyone.

While JJ is resting against the counter talking to you, the rest of the pogues look at Kiara suspiciously.

“Uhm okay..So what was that?” John B asks, while Cleo looks with a smirk.

“You think she’s pretty, don’t you girl?” This makes Kiara sputter.

“What? Well, yeah she’s pretty, like obviously. But like, not in that way!”

Cleo’s smirk turns into a cocky grin, “I didn't say it was in that way.”

Kiara looks at the others for support with wide eyes, but they all just shrug at her, and Sarah slightly grins at her.

She then tunes into the conversation JJ is having with you.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, you new here?”

You let out a loud ‘huh?’ over the noise of the blender.

“I said-“ JJ tries again, which is when you finally turn the blender off.

JJ lets out a charming laugh, “I asked if you were new here. I’ve never seen you around before, and trust me, I would’ve noticed a pretty girl like you.”

“Ugh, JJ, tone it down.” Pope complained.

You giggle at him, showing off your slightly puffy cheeks.

“Nah, I moved here for the summer, ‘till late August with my Aunt Sally, this is her bar! We just finished it up last week.”

You start handing out the smoothies and juices to the others, making sure not to spill any of the sweet drinks.

They sit down at the only other unoccupied table when they see a slightly older woman, pulling up in a navy blue pickup truck.

You jog over to their table and sit yourself down.

“There’s my aunt now! Since she’s here, I can finally take my break” You drag out playfully, you continue, “Oh I totally forgot to ask, is it okay if I sit here? I don’t wanna interrupt anything, but I’d love to get to know y’all!”

They all replied happily, and you made yourself snug between Cleo and Kiara.

The group sip excitedly at their drinks, letting our groans of satisfaction at the taste.

Pope pipes up first, “Wait, so if your aunt’s name is Sally, why’s this place called Shelly’s?”

“It’s a nickname we have for her! ‘Cos y’know that one tongue twister, ‘Sally sells seashells by the seashore’, and now that I say it out loud it sounds…kinda silly..” You finish meekly.

“That’s actually kind-of cute.” Kiara whispers under her breath.

“What was that Curly?” You ask her while looking at her with a glint in your eyes.

Kiara clears her throat, “Nothing! I was just saying how good this smoothie is, mind telling me what it is?”

You beam at this, “Well I can’t tell you, silly! It’s a secret!”

The pogues continue to look at the two of you, some with quirked brows, while the rest look slyly.

“Wait! Before we go any further, I need to know everyone’s names! Mine’s ___, but you can call me Cherry.”

They all introduce themselves, JJ boasts, while Kiara tries to find her footing, but only lets out a timid “Kiara, but everyone calls me Kie”.

You look at her, like you want to say something to her, but Sarah shouts abruptly, “Oh my god, this shirt is so cute! We definitely have to go shopping one day!”

You both laugh and talk excitedly, both talking over one another, but not seeming to care. Cleo eventually joins in too.

Kiara wishes she could, in fact, she doesn’t understand why she can’t. She’s never normally been like this.

With the pogues, she’s normally confident, and sarcastic, sometimes a little cocky too.

But for some reason, she can barely give out a sentence without squealing like a mouse. It makes her sick.

She thought she was bad when she was with JJ, but they didn’t last very long last summer.

But with him, she was still normal, she never acted like this.

She’d be lying if she said she hasn’t done her fair share of questioning her sexuality throughout life, but she’d never tell anyone that.

She honestly just feels pathetic, she just met this girl today.

She doesn’t know what spell this witch has on her, but god, she wants to get to know her.

{what is this spell baby? please show some mercy.}

Kiara’s spent an entire month trying to navigate these newfound feelings. It’s July now, meaning you leave next month.

To make matters worse, everyday she learns something new about Cherry, the timid, but confident girl that makes her a smoothie every single day; speaking of which..

“Hey Curly Girl! The usual?”

“Of course!” Kiara chuckled.

You notice that the group of pogues aren’t with her, you’re not that surprised though, she’s been coming by lately without them.

A part of you is glad that she visits alone, it gives you a chance to get to know her more without the constant teasing from the others.

You can’t help but crave to know every detail about her: what hair products she uses to make herself smell so heavenly, what her bedroom looks like, what her bed feels like…

An enraged shout makes you blink and look around wildly, “If I have to wait another fucking minute for a drink, I’m gonna start breaking every appliance in there!”

You gasp sharply, looking at the tall, burly man that’s spitting his words at you, both physically and figuratively.

“Uhm..Your juice is almost done sir! Just a minute…” You croak, letting out a breathy chuckle, trying to ease the tension in the air.

You have the burning urge to chew this man out for thinking he could come to your business and disrespect you, but Kie beats you to it.

She angrily walks up to him, “Dude, fucking lay off!”

He looks at her in disbelief, his eyes bulging and his nose flaring. You could faintly see a vein start to push against the skin from how he was almost screeching.

“Get the fuck outta’ the way, you runt.” The man starts to grit his teeth.

‘All this over a fucking juice? Jesus Christ.’ You think to yourself.

Kie steps forward, now almost chest to chest with the man as she looks up at him.

She speaks lowly, “The Cameron’s are real good friends of mine, and I can easily have you ran off this fucking island you prick.”

The stranger continues to hold eye contact with the brunette, their eyes boring into the other.

He scoffs, and begins to back up, “Whatever bitch.” He snarls, grabbing his money that you put out on the counter.

Kiara continues her glaring while you finish using the blender. You giggle and look at her amused, “Woah guys, watch out…I think she’s friends with the Cameron’s.”

She snaps her head at this, “Oh shut up loser. He was such a dick, it’s insane.”

“Yeah, he literally had just got here before you did, don’t know what the fuck his problem was.”

“Welllll, you might as well drink it, don’t want the juice to go to waste and all that.” She smirks.

You chuckle, “Wow, thanks for the free drink at my own bar. Here, Curly.”

You hand her the smoothie, and you notice how she accidentally put her fingers on yours, at least that’s what she believes you think. She’s not exactly the sneakiest.

She sips on it and moans in delight, is it crazy how you wish you could hear more of those?

“Will you ever tell me what’s in here? I mean, it’s been this huge mystery for an entire month now. For all I know, you could be poisoning me.”

“Yeah Kie, I’m definitely poisoning you slowly every day with smoothies.”

You continue, “It’s fun, having you guess the flavors and stuff. You’re so determined.”

Kiara groans at this, maybe your wish is coming true today.

“C’mon, just give me a hint.” She drags out.

“Maybe one day Curly Girl.”

August.

Normally, Kiara Carrera loved August.

She enjoys summer, but the feeling of the slight chill in the air, especially at night, as the weather begins to change for the new season, provides her a sense of comfort and nostalgia.

But now, all she can feel is dread.

You’re leaving soon. In two days, to be exact.

You’re going to be leaving her soon, and she hasn’t even told you how she feels.

That’s the thing…She doesn’t know how she feels.

Everything is so different with you, but she can’t describe it, and it’s killing her.

She wants to talk to someone about it, she honestly wants to talk to you, since you understand how she feels.

She only knows this because the night before when JJ had one too many beers at the Chateau, he had blabbered out that he wanted to get to know you, more romantically, that is.

At first, you looked at him like he had grown another head. Then you explained softly, “Oh JJ, I’m flattered sweetheart, really! But, I’m just..Not into guys like that.”

Kiara swore she felt her heartbeat in her ears, and she almost missed how quickly JJ sobered up after hearing that.

He looked like a kicked puppy who was left out in the rain, but Kie couldn’t bring herself to feel bad. In fact, she felt ecstatic at that moment, she couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. Well, she refused to, anyway.

Kiara would go to JJ, given he’s a ‘Chick-Magnet’ - his words - but that would be awkward. John B and (or) Pope would end up somehow blabbing to JJ.

She tried to talk to Cleo, but it didn’t go as successful as she thought it would. All she received was a ‘just go for it!’ As if it were that easy.

So she’s left with no choice.

If you woke up and told Sarah Cameron that she’d have Kiara on her doorstep asking for advice, she would’ve laughed in your face, three separate times.

Although they aren’t at each other's throats like before, Kiara was still a little standoff-ish towards Sarah.

So when Kiara was standing at the front door of Tanny-Hill, Sarah couldn’t help but stand there with wide eyes, mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but I really need your help. I think you’ll be able to give me the best advice out of everyone…” Kiara looked down at her vans, bending her foot around on the steps as she twiddled with her rings.

“Uh..Yeah! Sure! C’mon in…” Sarah hesitated, slowly moving her body away from the door frame, allowing the brunette to enter.

Sarah walks her up to her room, not without asking Kiara if she wanted anything from the kitchen.

Kiara looks around Sarah’s room, feeling a little bit out of place since she’s the only one standing now.

Sarah looks at the girl, “You can, y’know, sit on the bed if you want.”

Kiara meekly walks over to the bed and sits down on the right of Sarah.

“I hate to sound harsh, but what exactly are you..Doing here?” Sarah asked, deciding to break the silence first.

“I need advice..”

The blonde quirks a brow at this,“Go on.”

“So, I think I like this person, but..I don’t know how to

go about it.”

“The Kiara Carrera is getting shy over a boy?” Sarah says out of shock, putting emphasis on her words.

“Ugh, that’s the thing, it’s not about a boy.” Kiara flops back on Sarah’s bed, finding comfort in the soft blanket resting beneath her head.

“It’s Cherry, isn’t it? You like her?” Sarah says trying to mask her happiness, but quickly failing due to the growing grin on her face.

There’s a beat of silence consuming the room.

“… Is it that obvious?”

“To everyone but you, yeah.” Sarah giggles.

Kiara smiles grimly, “Do you think she knows?”

Sarah looks at her with sympathy, “I think so, and even if she didn’t, that kiss didn’t look very friendly.”

The kiss.

While at the Chateau, the pogues decided to play truth or dare at the fire pit.

Cleo had dared you to kiss the person you found the most attractive, and with a bit of liquid courage in your system already, you kissed Kiara.

It wasn’t a quick peck by any means, in fact, it lasted for quite a few seconds, but Kiara wanted more.

Kiara had spent the rest of the night trying to gather her bearings, everytime she would look over to you, she’d see you looking right back at her. You would smirk and tilt your head at her.

“You still with me Kie?” Sarah asks gently, putting a hand on Kiara’s knee.

“Sorry, it’s just that like, everything’s so confusing! She flirts, I try to flirt back, but nothing ever happens! I just don’t get it!” Kiara is flailing her arms around, trying to get her point across, and her sentence trails off.

“Well, you’re just nervous. You really like her, and actually having a full-blown crush is wayyy different than just being a questioning and wondering middle schooler, Kie.”

Sarah’s dragging her finger along the curve of Kiara’s knee, trying to provide even an ounce of comfort for the girl.

After an hour-long talk between the two girls, and a tight hug, Kiara finally made up her mind and figured out what she wanted to do. She just hopes she’ll have enough time.

You get a text from Kiara, she asked you to meet her on the beach, the same beach where she taught you how to surf.

You look at the time on your phone, the 9:20 is practically blaring into your retinas.

You have to be at the dock at 7:45am, so you can get on the ferry.

The fact that your summer is over still hasn’t fully registered in your mind.

The pogues have planned a ‘goodbye’ party for you, and you’re endlessly grateful.

They've treated you with so much kindness, you felt like you were a part of the group.

You’ve made more friends than you thought you would, but you can’t help but wonder if you and Kiara [specifically] would become something more than friends.

Kiara.

Shit, you’re supposed to be meeting her at the beach.

You rush out of your aunt’s house, and ride your bike to the beach.

You were a little confused though, you thought that your party was going to be at the Chateau, that’s what Pope had told you.

After a bit of riding, you make it there, and you see her sitting by herself in the sand.

Kiara cycles her head around and when she spots you, she smiles.

“Howdy Curly Girl.”

Kie giggles softly at this, “Howdy.”

She pats the spot next to her, signaling you to sit down.

You lay your head on your shoulder, watching the waves glisten in the moonlight.

“So..” You drag out while drawing shapes in the sand.

She mimics you, “Soo…”

“Any…Particular reason for summoning me?”

“Uh,” There’s a beat of silence after she lets out a breathy chuckle.

She finally continues, “I kinda..Just wanted to talk to you, I suppose. Since you’re leaving in the morning ‘n stuff..”

“Yeah? You could’ve talked to me at the party babe, y’know I’ll always make time f’you.” You whisper, gazing at her, you find yourself getting lost in her deep brown eyes.

You analyze her face. She looks scared, you don’t think you’ve ever seen her so nervous.

“What’s going on Kie? Are you alright?” You ask, you’re beyond concerned at this point. She’s jittery, and fidgeting with everything in her eyesight, rather than looking back at you.

She takes a deep breath then exhales, “I was gonna tell you to turn around so I could tell you, but that’s just stupid as shit so…”

You look at her expectantly, silently urging her to continue.

“Cherry. I really like you.” She mutters.

“…..Like in a gay way?”

“Jesus Christ, yes in a gay way.”

Nothing comes out of either of your mouths.

“Took you long enough, huh Curly Girl?”

Kiara’s eyes widen, and her jaw almost drops to the sand. “Are you serious?”

You giggle, suddenly finding a rush of energy, “Yes! Oh my fucking god! I’ve been waiting for you to do something all summer. You had me thinking I was gonna go home without a girlfriend.”

Kie swears she feels her heart skip several beats, or maybe they’re doubling, she can’t even fucking tell at this point.

“Who said anything about you getting a girlfriend?” She teases.

You give her your best blank look, unable to keep it long since your body betrays you and you let out a cackle.

Kiara’s smiling ear to ear, laughing with you, when suddenly, you tackle her.

“Stop! My hair!” She yells through laughs.

After continuing fooling around, you both decide its best to head back to the Chateau.

You both get there together, side by side on your respective bikes.

You sneakily intertwine your pinkie with hers, locking it while walking through the Chateau, where you eventually see your friends.

You gasp, standing still with your mouth agape, “You guys!”

There's a banner with ‘See You Soon Cherry!’ on it, the writing isn’t very straight, it’s actually pretty damn slanted. There’s little drawing of different fruits, some smudging due to what you can only assume is paint that wasn’t dry at the moment.

There’s balloons everywhere, and your eyes eventually land on the cooler, knowing there’s a few beers in there for you.

That’s when suddenly, you hear two loud ‘pops’ and multiple colored confetti pieces cloud your vision.

You look to your left and see Sarah, you look over at Kiara and notice John B on her other side.

Your pinkies are still locked, and you’re not the only one that notices.

“Well would you look at that.” John B shouted, making the other pogues direct their eyes to you and Kiara’s hands.

Sarah jumps up and down, clinging to your shoulders, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Did it really happen?!”

You look dead at her, giving her a knowing look with a smirk.

JJ, Pope, and Cleo are rushing over while John B keeps Sarah from doing a cartwheel into a table.

JJ speaks up first, “Wait! When the fuck did this happen?!” He cried out, nearly howling. This makes both you and Kiara shrug.

There’s questions and exclamations flying everywhere, you don’t even know where to begin.

The night carries on, there’s music and lights everywhere above the hot tub.

You keep your drinking to a minimum, not wanting to be on the ferry for hours while hungover.

When you decide that it’s getting late, you declare that you’re going home.

The pogues protest, but eventually, you’re able to convince them to drive you, since your aunt’s house isn’t too far, but far enough to the point where you guys can’t walk.

Kiara walks you to the doorstep while the pogues stay in The Twinkie, they’re trying to pretend as if they aren’t eavesdropping.

“Y’know you still haven’t asked me.” Kiara bites her lip softly.

“Asked you what, Curly Girl?”

“To be your girlfriend, idiot.”

You hum at her antics, “Mm, you’re so needy, do y’know that?”

She slaps your arm playfully, yelling out a “I am not!”

You get down on one knee, being careful of the slightly rocky parts of the concrete, you hold her hands in yours, and Kiara whines.

“No you are not, you are literally unreal.”

You giggle at her, directing a ‘shush’ her way, making her roll her eyes.

“Will you, Kiara Carrera, make me the happiest girl alive, and be my girlfriend?”

Kiara puts her finger on her chin, pretending to think about it, you pinch the exposed skin of her stomach.

“Ah! Okay! Yes, yes I’ll be your girlfriend you loser!”

You get up and hug her tightly, wrapping your arms around her midsection.

She giggles into the crevice on your neck and holds you tightly.

You hear cheers and howls from the Twinkie, but you can’t take your eyes off Kiara.

You squeeze her waist one last time, and send her back to the van, not without her giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You go inside and see your aunt, smirking at you from the living room couch. You roll your eyes and begin to go to your room.

“You better tell me all about her!”

“I will!”

It’s 7:43 in the morning, you’re staring at your converses solemnly.

All of the pogues are in front of you, accompanied by your aunt.

“Are you sure you have everything, Cherry?”

You groan, “Yes, I’ve already told you a million times.” The girls snicker at you, especially Kiara.

“Not sure what you’re laughing at, Miss Thing.” You quirk a brow at your girlfriend. God, it felt so good to finally be able to call her your girlfriend.

She scrunches her face at you at first, but then her smirk drops into a deep frown. She steps forward into your embrace.

“You can totally jus’like…Stay. You don’t have to go home.”

You smile softly against her head, leaving a small peck behind. “I’m sorry my Curly Girl, but I have to

go home. I have to go to college and all that.”

John B pulls Kiara off of you, earning several shouts from the rest of the group.

“Oh shut up, I’m not gonna let Kie hog her before she’s gone for a year.”

He hugs you tightly, it makes your eyes water. He pulls back and notices your pout. “I’m gonna miss you guys so much..”

The pogues, alongside your aunt, gather around you, squeezing you tightly, whispering promises of ‘We’re gonna call and text all the time!’ and ‘We’re gonna miss you so much, it’s never gonna be the same without you’.

“Does anyone know what time it is?” You sniffle.

Kiara immediately whips out her phone, showing the time. It read 7:48.

“Okay so what if it’s not coming, does that mean you can stay forever?” JJ asks, reminding you of a child on Christmas morning.

You look over and see the ferry slowly coming towards the dock.

“It’s here JJ..”

“I know..” JJ pouts.

Cleo shouts abruptly, “Wait!”

She picks up the bag off the dock, nearly forgetting it.

“All of us put something of ours in it, so you can remember us!” She smiles warmly at you.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, especially when Sarah swats your hand when you go to look inside the bag.

“You can’t look now, silly! You’re supposed to wait until you miss us.”

“Oh my god whateverrr.” You trailed off with a laugh.

The ferry officially stopped moving, signaling that it’s your time to go.

You look at the ship, and look back at Kiara.

You grab her face with both of your hands, stroking gently while she bats her eyelashes at you.

“You’re the reason why I had the best summer of my life. I love you Kiara.”

“I love you more ___.” Kiara croaks.

You grab her left hand, slipping off one of your rings, and putting it on her finger, you kiss it softly.

She pulls you into a passionate kiss, holding your head in place, like she’s not ready for you to go yet.

You pull back slightly, making sure you're leveled with her ear.

“Cherry and coconut.”

Kiara pushes your face back so she can look at you properly, “Huh..?”

You wait a second, watching intently as it slowly dawns on her.

You leave a kiss on her nose, and begin to walk towards the end of the dock.

Kiara faintly hears shouts of “We love you!”, her hearing’s fuzzy, and all she can focus on is you.

Cherry and coconut.

The recipe to the smoothie of love.

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haruchi-slit · 4 months ago

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"EXTRA CANDLES!"

synopsis: it's your birthday, with your two lovers toji and sukuna how'll it go?

warnings: MDNI! + threesome + double penetration + ooc (massive ooc) + modern au + pwusyy licking + modern au + sukuna is not a curse so no 2 pps :[ + use of toys + mentions of: biting, drool, blood (caused by sukuna biting your lips) + reader being refered as: "girl"/"woman" + they're mean!

a/n: i might've gotten carried away with this one...uhmmm hehe i hope you enjoy it!

"c'monnnn, please sing happy birthday for me!" your lips formed a pout as you gave the men puppy eyes batting your eyelashes on them, toji rolled his eyes as sukuna cringed and clicked his tongue, "sing it yourself, dumbass" the man snarks

"oh come on!" you forced, "it's literally my birthday!", "ugh! fine what ever girl." toji huffs, before sukuna gave him a "what the fuck" look, "just sing her the b-day song, it won't hurt your damn pride" toji remarks nudging sukuna's shoulders. "tch-" sukuna growls in irritation, you smirked on your victory, while clapping your hands.

"ok on 1 2 3!"

"Happy birthday to you"

"come onnn i need more energy!" you teased, laughing uncontrollably on how their low voices struggled to hit the high notes.

"Happy birthday Happy birthday, Happy birthday to you"

they sung in sync with fiery glares shot directly on your soul,

"i hate you, so damn much" toji sighs,

"shut up I'm making my b-day wish!" you murmur, while your eyes closed and your hands pressed together, you opened your eyes smiling "thank you guys!", "oh- yeah...we got a present for your bratty ass, get that box right there..." sukuna points the box on the edge of the bed, "awhhh, you guys got me a present? I love you guys" you excitedly rushed on the bed grabbing the box before going back to them.

"open it" the two men mumbles in sync smiling ear to ear with a hint of devoir in their voices,

"you guys shouldn't have," you placed the box beside the cake before reaching to sukuna's lips, "love you" you smiled, then heading over to toji's lips,"love you too" you let out a cheeky giggle then heading over to the mysterious box once again, "is it another cake? or is it gonna be a teddy bear?" you inquired, but only to receive shrugs from them. you rolled your eyes proceeding to open it, you opened the box but only to be surprised with a another box but this time it's smaller, and it's tied with pink ribbons, "are you guys pranking me?" you chimed but only to receive their shrugs once again. you knitted your eyebrows proceeding to untie the ribbons off.

"oh-" you gasped, with your eyes flickering "do you like it?" sukuna asks, "i hand picked that lingerie for ya', and sukuna here choose that toy" there was atleast a 10 seconds of silence before these men pounced your body down the bed, "w-wait!" you yelp but it's too late... you're now their meal, and you're not coming out alive.

you lay down as your breath hitched while they slowly stripped off your clothes, exposing your sensitive areas, "y'know why i ordered icing cake instead of a normal one?" "i-i don't-" you'd stutter, "heh...i guess not" sukuna's chuckle echoed across the room, before he stood up to grab the cake, "sit up, girl" toji groans as he sat you up on his lap, "are you liking our b-day surprise, hmm?" toji murmurs against your flushed ear, fanning his hot breath on you, while sukuna smears icing all over your body, causing your body to shiver, from the sudden contact.

toji adjusted his posture whilst grabbing the vibrator they've got for you, turning it on a bearable level to stimulate your clit, "hngh-" a gasp wrenches out your throat as the vibrator came in contact on your clit, sukuna licking off the smeared icings on your body so lustfully and with a hint of carnivorous intent at the same time.

sukuna unfurls his white polo, letting it slope down his defined arms, while he devours your plumy lips, he tilts his head and bit your lower lip to let his tongue in to assert his dominance while he plays with your nipples, with toji burying his head on the crook of your neck at the same time nibbling on your skin, leaving marks that turns purple the next morning.

sukuna let's go of your lips, leaving it red and glossy and a bit of blood dripping down your lips. you sucked your lower lip in to collect your blood, sukuna then lays flat on his stomach preparing to lick off the icing from your inner thighs.

"what a splendid meal, shall i dig in?" he looks up to you with a smug grin, "y-yes, please..." you stammered, he scoffs, licking his lips...he wasted no time and latched his tongue on your inner thigh, licking off the sweet, sweet icing off and it just made you lose your sanity, sukuna's just so good with his tongue.

you felt his drool drip down your thighs, you placed one arm on toji's neck and reached for his lips in which he responded to, the atmosphere was hot, scorchingly hot even. you felt toji pressing the vibrator hard on your swollen clit as his tender lips converge yours, lips hovering from each other, you can feel your stomach burn with a pool of pleasure with the aspiration to release, you're so close...sukuna nibbles your inner thighs leaving his signature, breaths weaving in different patterns, toji's free hand creeped up to your perked breast and starts to fondle it with his pudgy and calloused fingers, earning a pleased whimper from you.

the bedsheets was drenched by your sweet fluids, while your cunt spasms and clenches around nothing, your feet curled while your waist squirmed as your stomach rolls in pleasure ready for your release..."'m close- agh-am close!" you swallowed, warning them for your release.

with the stimulation they're inflicting you only tipped you over the edge, it was so good, they're so good, and it drive you to your high, "ahnn- hgh!" you mewled reaching your frenzied high... "f-fuck..." you murmur, basking at the bliss of your release.

"you gotta bottom us out too, birthday girl" toji reminds you, while nibbling your ear, "you've gotta blow this candles out too, brat...heh" sukuna bantered, while toji stood up and sat beside him, they stripped all their clothes off slowly putting up a show for you, such a tease aren't they? letting their clothes fly across the room as they stare at you with voluptuous and lewd desires.

you are truly not getting out alive...cause at the meantime you were instantly folded in half by toji, letting your pussy eat his cock in, sukuna behind you pounding your ass like a animal in heat, "ughm- ugh- ugh!" you groused punctuated with each thrust, "so fucking- tight!" toji grumbles as he pushes your thighs to your chest, fucking his cock deeper in your cunt, "such a good woman aren't you?" sukuna laughs, moving his hips in a heart-stopping speed.

"agh-so fucking augh good so so- gosh!" you moaned so shamelessly with your tongue lolled out, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, while your eyes rolls to the depths of your skull, you were full off ecstasy and full of relish, you could feel the familiar pool of waves reaching your core and on their thrust you came... you were in cloud nine, and as well as your lovers, toji sweeps away your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, looking straight into your doe eyes "such a good slut yea? taking our cocks so good?" toji snickers, putting your leg on top of his shoulder pushing his hips so meanly on you. "s-too musch!" you gasped as sukuna spreads your ass cheeks even more bucking his cock deeper, you swear you almost saw the whole galaxy..."sososo gooood" sukuna grumbles bitting the crook of your neck, and in the last and final thrusts he shooting his load in you, bottoming out all off his seed, as toji came soon after.

you could feel their cock twitching inside of you, you catched your breaths before toji pulls out, he looks at you with a soft smile, while your pussy oozed out his cum,

"we're gonna use the lingerie i bought you in some other day" ...

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kissmedcadly · 2 months ago

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thinkin about that time i wore my ride the lightning shirt to work, some guy demanded i name 5 m.etallica songs, and when i told him i don't owe him that, he went and complained to my manager that i'm mean KAHXHXBAH

#* it's me: ya girl — ooc.#manager just comes back to my station like '' can you please be nice to men today ''#no but thanks for asking 🖤

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ryxmix · 9 months ago

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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY

pairings ; boothill x fem! reader

warnings ; smut smut smuuuuut, size kink if you squint real hard, robo dick, ooc boothill (made before release), censored cussing from his side, you call him "sir", use of pet names (sugar, girlie, pretty thing), he has normal human cum for some reason okay don't question me it's smut, you wear his hat (mentioned like...once), he's a huge tease, clit smacking, breeding kink, dumbification, degradation and praise???, he calls you a pillow princess, and more stuff...

a/n: i know he just got drip marketing but i need MORE- also i was thinking of sloppy seconds (ick pt2) by lay bankz while writing this so do with that what you will.

"c'mon sugar, you can do better, can't ya?" the cowboy mumbles mockingly, circling patterns into your inner thigh as you ride him tirelessly, tears staining your puffy cheeks as you try your hardest to cum.

"aw, is my pretty thing such a pillow princess that she can't do nothin unless her big strong cowboy does it for her?" he coos, smacking your clit before gripping onto your hips, still not moving, "didn't you want this? i never told you to, but you thought you could do it, dumb little girl." you sob, grinding down on him, "sir— wanna cum s'bad sir— nghaa!— it hurts, fuck—" he smiles up at your teary face, back resting against the headboard of the bed as he looks at you, teeth bared.

"oh girlie, you want me that bad? you want me to fill that pussy up so good until you can't think no more?" he coos, thrusting up into you, and for the first time tonight, you feel good, his cock touching that spot in your cunny.

"boothill—" he slaps your clit as a warning, and you whine, "sir! sir, it feels good! please, please make me feel good sir, please! fill me up, make me cum, anything!"

he grins at you, sharp teeth glinting under the dim light of the bedroom as he grabs you by the waist and pushes you down on the bed, metal-plated hands cold against your body. you squeak out, gripping onto the sides of the sheets as he flips you over.

"since ya asked so nicely, it would be too mean to say no to ya, girlie," he groans out, using his thumbs to spread your leaky cunt apart, humming at the way it glistens before he thrusts his cock back into you, eliciting a scream from your lips.

"sir! yes, sir— fu- hahnghh! it feels so good, sir, hah~ s-so good—" he doesn't respond, letting out a low growl as he thrusts into you harder and faster, feeling you tighten around him deliciously. You whimper and whine, feeling so full with his cock.

"such a good girl, my good little cutie," he clicks his tongue in annoyance when he can't call you what he wants to; when he can't call you his little slut. but you seem to get the memo, hole tightening around him before you squirt, cum gushing all over him as you fall limp, but he's not stopping, still thrusting into your sensitive hole.

"sir— sir, wait, 'm still sensitive, sir— nghyaa!??" he presses you down on the bed fully, cock thrusting deep until it kisses your cervix, and you let out a broken whimper. He lets out a delightful chuckle, a hand going around your neck until he brings you into a choke hold in his arm, squishing your cheeks until you can only let out babbles from the struggle to breathe. but it still feels so good, better even.

"sir— sir, 'm gonna cum again— sir— mphyaaa!" you gush around his cock once more and he finally spills into your hole, cum thick and creamy. he lets you out of the criminally sexy chokehold before putting his hat on you with a chuckle, admiring your fucked out face.

"that's my pretty girl, heh."

#boothill #hsr smut #boothill smut #i am down bad as shit #honkai star rail smut #boothill is plaguing my brain gvnqenrgvwievbgw #hsr boothill #hsr boothill smut

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cambion-companion · 1 year ago

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Here’s ya girl who has gone completely feral over astarion. He’s the babiest baby. Okay, here’s the prompt. My characterisation could be a bit (or a lot lol) off bc I haven’t played the game Y E T so feel free to change the things that seem OOC.

Established relationship, but the beginnings of it, on a mission to find a way for astarion to be in the sun again. Reader has given astarion time to work on his sexual trauma so they haven’t been having sex for some time. Reader is 100% ok w that. But they have a big argument over something (not related to sex) and astarion doesn’t know how to resolve the situation other than reverting back to his seductive artifice and using sex as a way to ensure his safety (in this case, emotional safety). Reader figures it out because they (or she) are not dumb. They reassure astarion and he lets himself be vulnerable but also, it turns out that astarion wants that sexual intimacy. But reader decides this will be all about astarion and making him feel good and loved. Body worship, astarion’s praise kink, just everything focused on astarion’s pleasure in a way he has never experienced and that makes him completely unravel once he comes. Not a subby reader, tho. You know me, I don’t do subby.

If this is too long of a prompt, just the sexy part will be ok. Thank you so much, i have such astarion brainrot DDDD:

I Want to Live

word count: 1700

gn!reader x Astarion | Baldur's Gate 3 fanfic | 18+ only

"I don't think we should use the tadpoles for anything, Astarion." You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the sulky Elf in front of you.

This tense conversation between the two of you had gone on far longer than you'd have liked. Astarion seemed insistent on using whatever advantage the Illithids had unintentionally given your party. Despite not yet knowing the implications of doing so.

Astarion's silver hair glinted in the firelight that warmed your back, his eyes shone like droplets of blood. "You might as well leave me alone, spoilsport." He waved an imperious hand in your direction, sneering at you in the way he knew would hurt you most. "Since you insist on being boring and unimaginative."

You ground your teeth. "I'm trying to keep us safe."

"And a fine job you're doing, my sweet." His lilting voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you ask Arabella how her parents are doing?" He paused, then feigned surprise. "Oh wait..."

Your eyes widened as a jolt of genuine pain lanced through your heart at his callous words. Astarion was aiming to do damage and, like always, he knew how to push your buttons.

Magic sparked at the end of your fingertips as you fought to control your rage. It was the lack of verbal response that alerted Astarion to the fact he might have pushed a little too far with you. His face almost looked regretful for a moment, or perhaps it was a trick of the firelight casting shadows across his features. You didn't gain much insight because of the tears blurring your vision as you quickly turned away and strode as far away from the vampire spawn as you could.

Shadowheart, who always seemed to overhear everything, cast a worried glance your direction before leveling a glare on Astarion who still watched after you with a blank look.

You sat yourself upon your bedroll before the campfire and listened to Volo squeakily tune his lute. Wyll and Gale were over by their tents chatting and Lae'zel sat on a boulder by the river sharpening her sword.

You had thought Astarion would understand and perhaps even agree with you, and the rest of the camp for that matter, that the parasites should not be utilized to gain control of other beings. It was convenient and downright useful, yes...but not worth an unknown cost.

You had thought...since that night when the two of you had become intimate...that he'd maybe come to care for you. But that jab about Arabella's parents, who you'd failed to save, only confirmed that the vampire did not have your best interests at heart.

Sighing, you moved your bedroll away from its usual place beside Astarion's and arranged it next to where Karlach slept. You could feel multiple pairs of eyes watching you move about but you didn't much care at the moment.

Karlach gave you a curious and concerned look as she came over and got comfortable for the night. "Are you alright? I could hear you and Astarion going at it...and not in the fun way."

You grunted and moved your body to the side so you could scrape out a rock that had been digging into your back. "It's fine. He's just an ass." You said these words loud enough for him to hear.

Karlach shrugged and nodded as if this were common knowledge. She gave you a jolting pat on the back before getting comfortable in her own bedroll.

As the breathing patterns of your companions slowly deepened in slumber, you could not find any rest. You tossed and turned as best you could in such primitive sleeping arrangements. You missed your bed back in Baldur's Gate above the taproom of the Shadowcat Claw, the familiar bustle of voices and a mug of ale in your belly lulling you to sleep. Out in this wilderness, with the thought of your argument with Astarion tugging at your thoughts...you had to get up.

As quietly as you could, you slid out of your bedroll and got to your feet. A quick observation of your companions told you they were all in a deep sleep. All except Lae'zel who sat on the boulder still, keeping silent watch. She nodded at you curtly as you passed and didn't ask any questions, for which you were grateful.

You crept through the foliage down to the place in the forest by the river where you and Astarion had had your midnight tryst. You could still feel his moonlight hair running through your fingers, his fangs on your neck as you arched it just for him. The trust...you thought you had at least earned a little bit of his trust.

"I thought I'd find you here." His voice was velvet, it shivered straight through your defenses to your heart.

"I wanted to be alone, Astarion." You tried to keep your own voice cool and collected, but you ached to hold him in your arms again.

Astarion had followed you from the campsite into the woods. He'd been fully aware of your restlessness, of course he had. He entered your line of sight now, looking very much like a cat stalking its prey. His ruby eyes were dark and trained on your face. "Come now, you're far too obvious for all this bluster. Do you not want to feel me again?" He gave you a crooked smile, showing his teeth. "A second taste, perhaps?"

You felt the hollowness of his words and saw the carefully arranged expression he wore like a mask. Beneath the facade you could make out the telltale twitch of a facial muscle, the tenseness of his eyes, indicating anxiety.

You sighed. "I thought we were passed these games."

"Games?" Astarion's tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "Games are all part of the fun, my dear. So good at getting the blood pumping."

You folded your arms. "I want an apology."

This tripped him up. For a moment the facade slipped, and he seemed genuinely taken aback. "Apologize?" Then he was back to his usual bluster. "Me? Apologize for what?"

"For having a go at me today. Bringing up Arabella's parents when you know how upset I am about it." Astarion made a noise as if to speak but you cut across him. "That was cruel, Astarion, and I deserve better from you."

"I didn't..." Astarion sighs heavily, his eyes glancing down to the ground then back at your face. "I apologize." The words seemed to pain him in some way. "I wanted to get a rise out of you, that's all. Now let's forget about that and have some fun."

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, saying nothing, simply watching his face lit in the silver moonlight. His unconvincing grin slowly slipped off his face, a troubled frown replacing it. The two of you looked at each other for a long moment. Finally, you spoke.

"You're testing how much I care for you, aren't you?" Your voice was soft, almost inaudible over the rippling stream.

Astarion seemed momentarily taken aback, he seemed to consider taking shelter once more behind his mask of pompous indifference. But then his shoulder's slumped slightly, the fists at his sides loosened. That was all the answer you needed.

You stepped forward and placed your hands around his, tugging him closer. He did not resist, his footfalls light as ever as he drew near. Close enough to feel his breath warm your lips.

"I care about you, Astarion." Your voice was still soft amidst the rustling leaves and sparkling water. "I discourage you from using the tadpole's powers because I couldn't bear to see your will overtaken by yet another monster."

Astarion was silent for a long time, his scarlet eyes turned silver as a moonbeam fell across his pallid face. When he spoke, his voice sounded strained. "What if it's too late for me? To be anything other than a monster? My only choice is which one." He laughs forcefully, bitterness twisting his mouth.

"I won't let that happen." You encircled him tenderly in a hug, pulling him to rest flush against your body. "We're in this...together."

"Together." The word was echoed back to you, his voice framing the syllables as if it were a foreign tongue.

You turned your face into him and kissed his neck softly, feeling his body tense in your arms and then slowly relax. You kept your lips against his skin, over where Cazador had sunk his fangs all those centuries ago.

Astarion's hands slowly slid up your hips to rest against your lower back as he held you close. Your lips caressed his neck, throat and trailed up to his jaw until you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you." You murmured.

You felt him tense again, not pushing you away, but his hands tightened on your back. "I..." Astarion hesitated. "I'm not quite ready to say those words back to you, my dear."

"I know." You felt no anger, no hurt. You accepted him however he wished to come to you, grateful for this rare moment of vulnerability beneath the stars.

You pushed him back gently until his back made contact with the base of a large sycamore tree. A huff of air left his lungs, quickly claimed by your mouth as you kissed him hungrily this time. Your hands made quick work of his clothing and Astarion became eager to help the process along.

"Vixen." He murmured and you laughed against his lips, your tongues teasing each other.

"You're beautiful, Astarion." You held his face in your hands and kissed his mouth lightly, not allowing him to turn away even as the compliment made his eyes search yours for hints of disingenuity. "I want nothing from you in return." You said firmly, reading his emotional turmoil through your shared Illithid connection. "This is just for you." You kissed his mouth, his cheek, his forehead. "To keep."

Astarion's head fell back to rest against the tree trunk as you continued lavishing affection upon him. He moaned your name softly to the night sky as you slowly sunk to your knees before him, the dirt and rocks digging unheeded against your knees. His fingers twisted in your hair and guided you to where he wanted you most.

"Good, my love." You praised him, your words causing his body to shake with increasing pleasure. "Show me."

The night was long and full of bliss. A genuine exchange of pleasure, without the previous facades and plays at affection. You felt the change as surely as he did, and when the others awoke in the morning it was to find your bedroll pulled back right next to where Astarion lay curled against you.

"You owe me five gold, Shadowheart." Gale mumbled.

#baldurs gate 3 fanfic #astarion x reader #astarion bg3 #gale bg3 #shadowheart #bg3 fic #bg3 astarion x reader #astarion x tav #karlach #astarion romance #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction

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sierrrraaawwwwwcgtcvh · 10 months ago

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Hi, can I request Rosie and Carmilla fighting over the reader?

You absolutely can! Hope ya didn't mind I made reader an overlord. Sorry it’s short. I feel like I made them ooc but uh.. idk

You didn't necessarily consider yourself an overlord. Sure, you owned millions of souls but your territory wasn't bad. You weren't all that powerful either so anyone could challenge you for your position.

Surprisingly enough, nobody dared to challenge you. Speaking of being an overlord, you were currently inside an elevator taking you up to a meeting where most overlords will be.

You hummed a tune as you waited for the elevator to stop. There was light elevator music playing as the elevator stopped. You exited the elevator you were met with Rosie.

"Hello, darling! How've you been?" She asked as smiled at you.

"I've been rather good. Nothing too eventful in my territory as of late." You smiled at the girl as she hummed.

"Say, do you wanna come over to my shop after the meeting? I've missed you soo much! My shop has lost its sparkle without your presence." Rosie dramatically posed before laughing.

You laughed as well. "If I'm not busy sure!"

"Well, I hope you're not busy." She winked at you as she left and entered the meeting room.

You took that as a sign to enter the meeting room. Carmilla, Zestial, and Carmilla's daughters sat at the head of the table. You waved to Carmilla who simply nodded at you. You sat across from Rosie as the other overlords came inside of the room.

Carmilla started off the meeting.

—

With the meeting over, you got up to leave.

"Wait." You heard Carmilla say as you stood in place and looked at her.

"Me?" You asked as she nodded.

"Okay.."

You noticed Carmilla began glaring at something or someone that was behind you. You quickly turned around and saw Rosie.

"Oh, Rosie-" you got cut off.

"Rosie, I'm trying to speak to them about a private matter. Do you mind?" You heard Carmilla say as she walked over to the two of you.

You turned your attention over to Carmilla.

"Hmm, yes! I do. We're supposed to hang out together!" You felt Rosie put her hands on your shoulders.

"Is this true?" Carmilla asked you as you opened your mouth to speak.

"Of course it's true! This little darlin' here wouldn't ever lie!" Rosie patted your shoulders.

Carmilla narrowed her eyes at Rosie as she looked at you.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind letting us speak? It's not like I'd be having them for the whole day." Carmilla spat at Rosie.

"Hmm.. what do you think darling?" Rosie asked you as her grip on your shoulders tightened.

You felt the both of them staring at you as you panicked. "Umm.."

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #carmilla x reader #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader

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byhuenii · 4 months ago

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PASILYO

synopsis! rogue is trying to play matchmaker. she sees the way you look at logan and the way he looks at you (WC: idk..) pairing! logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x fem!reader warnings! usage of name instead of yn. reader has curly hair cause i said so. reader is of philippines descent cause i said so.. probably ooc. angst if ya squint?? communication but no communication 🧏‍♀️ a/n! just thought of this in my sleep and i kinda needed it.. IKAW WA IKAWWWWWW

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Rogue had sat on her bed she was thinking about a lot of things actually. Logan was sent on a solo mission by the professor and you had taken over his classes for the mean time. but there was something was a little off, she couldn’t put her finger on it but it was there.

She had been rolling all over her bed trying to figure it out, it was on the tip of her tongue yet it wasn’t coming out. “jeez” she groaned as her gloved hands flew dramatically to her face in frustration

the sound of a motorcycle being parked perked her ears up in interest, Logan was back. and if she knew he was back so did you.

She had quickly gone down the stairs to see Logan in his bell bottoms and usual leather jacket, “Logan!!” she smiled running to him giving him a hug “hi kid. Did ya miss me that much” he was a tease but a big softie that only she saw. “Not too much now” Rogue smiled

“So where’s bobby?? rogue’s face soured at that name. logan couldn’t help bjt have this ever so grin, “never liked him anyways he was too much”

“so whatever happened to ‘i’m not your father’ definitely acting like mine” rogue stuck her tongue out teasingly logan scoffed at her sass.

your heels clicked against the hard wooden floors “lo you’re back,” you made your way to him. a brown stripped button up showed your curves and the black bell bottom flares. “the trip had to be very difficult especially for someone of your smart caliber”

“and what’s that supposed to mean sweetheart” logan bit back a smile, “you know what i mean sweetheart” your smile was more of a toothy grin. rogue looked at you and then looked at logan and then looked back at you. “shut up.” she had a big smile plastered on her face

you sent her a confused look logan’s face went back to his natural angry look “what’s up with you kid?”

rogue realized she wouldn’t be able to ask them due to the fact they’d lie and lie and lie. “oh nothing just talking outloud!” she tried to play it off coolly. rogue had been cooking up this master plan in her head the minute she saw them exchanging little looks and she knew those looks by a yard.

rogue was going to play a game of matchmaker to get you two together. that shouldn’t be too hard.

There have been times rogue had felt humiliated and embarrassed but this took the number one spot, she had been so determined to get you and logan together but the progress remained at zero.

rogue had finally caught you alone, no class, no logan stuck by your side, no student asking for some help, no mission, NOTHING. just you in your classroom grading assignments. “perfect! you’re here” rogue was cheerful, “i need to ask you about something”

you looked up at rogue from your (siren) glasses that rode low on your nose ridge, “what’s wrong?” you looked back to the papers writing small notes to the kids paper.

“oh nothing i was just wondering about..you know”

“about?” you hadn’t looked up from your paper your purple jelly pen glided across the countless papers needed to be graded “if this is about extra credit you..you should know that you’re on top of everything—” “so you and logan.”

the purple pen stopped moving as you looked up to rogue. you licked your already glossed lips “what about him and i? we are friends”

“friends don’t look at each other like yall wanna drop everything and make out!”

“jesus rogue.”

“what a girl can’t speak her truth her or what?” rogue grumbled. everyday she truly started to adapt aspects of logan. “all i’m saying is logan never takes that kind of disrespect from anyone but when you’re the one saying it, it’s just different”

you laughed at the girl. “you’re not wrong but i’m not going to date him. that could jeopardize the teamwork” a painful smile crossed your lips. “you think too much about them and not about you”

“i mean look at jean and scott! they’re fine” rogue huffed, “but jean and scott are practically married at this point”

rogue started getting angry at your defiance, all she wanted was for you and logan to get together what was so hard about that. “fine looks like i’ll have to take this into my own hands”

you shook your head at the girls sudden confidence. “whatever you say rogue” rogue marched out the classroom with millions of ideas for her master match making skills.

she wasn’t gonna lie she only had about 3 options and all of them were bust. why had it been so hard for you two to just admit your feelings for each other? just a simple ‘i like you’re ‘oh my sweetheart i love you’. but no every single stint she did would backfire

plan 1. mission mistletoe.

despite the fact it was literally middle of spring almost hitting summer she had set up a small mistletoe where both you and logan always walk through TOGETHER.

she’ll drop something from above which would force them to look at the mistletoe. all was good all was great. well until you didn’t walk through the door with logan but with scott. LOGAN had just so happen to be right behind you.

“fuck.” rogue mumbled, she didn’t even want yall to look up until stupid logan noticed it, and had to stupidly call it out. “the hell is this mistletoe doing here it’s spring.” he rose a brow

scott looked up and laughed causing you to hold back a chuckle “with scott? uh uh. rather take jean” you stuck out your tongue to scott who seemed unfazed

logan’s gruffs didn’t go unnoticed by you “maybe if it was the two of us that walked through it would give a kiss but” you shrugged with a stupid grin plastered. scott looked at you and looked at logan and looked back at you “ah yes the classic tell of beauty and the beast!”

logan just glared at scott holding back his tongue which was unusual of him to do, but of course he’s in front of his lady. “you gonna tell me to stay away from your girl?” scott jabbed at logan. the same line he used when he saw jean.

“i can’t stand you two” you groan pinching your nosebridge.

plan 2. oh no my missing blanket is somehow in logan’s room

it was your favorite blanket, and also really your only blanket. you don’t know how it magically disappeared but it disappeared.

the fact it was cold tonight did not help you at all, you were practically freezing to the bone, “where the hell did it go” you tore up your bedroom to find that blanket just for it to be a mess without a blanket.

you wore cotton shirts and a tank top that seemed a little too tight around your chest area. you just threw on your fuzzy slippers and cardigan asking every single person if they’ve seen your blanket. you returned to your room with no blanket. “okay maybe he has it..i wouldn’t know how but” you were talking to yourself now,

was it the fact you were cold? you were definitely going crazy. you did some light knocks onto logan’s door “lo i have a question” you waited outside the door holding yourself in the little warmth.

it was like in a millisecondhe opened the door, “what’s up bub” he leaned against the door frame completely shirtless. your eyes definitely trailed down his body, he was sculpted like a god. his abs we’re practically chizzled with hair over them, his sweatpants hung low on the hips and you can feel your face turn flush.

“take a picture sweetheart” of course his smug ass said something. you quickly looked away from his body tearing into his bedroom “trying to get in bed with me too? you really are no subtle woman”

your face was beat red, “shut up. i was going to ask if you have my blanket”, “you mean the fluffy blanket you practically wrap yourself in?”, “yes that one”

he walked over to his bed that had it folded nicely ontop of it, “right here bub.”

“okay how did it get in here? i promise i didn’t place it in here on purpose” you quickly grabbed your blanket from the bed looking away from him in general. “you know if you really wanted to cuddle with me all you had to say was please”

he chuckled snaking his arm around your hips bringing you closer to him, you had a heap of emotions with your heart beating practically out of your chest you could tell he knew what effect he had on you. “fuck.” you mumbled looking at the wall, logan grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him . it wasn’t harsh but gentle. “look at me sweetheart” his tone was raspy but soft and gentle

you could feel your legs give out on you. you looked at him as he asked. his heart had stopped beating and at rapid pace it was ready to jump out. the urge to take him then and now was so strong but the guilt of him and you thinking about the negative dynamic riff held you back.

“please just once” he was a man that never pleased but he was pleading for you. the urge was too strong, the next time you blink your lips smashed against his. his arm held you strong against him, your lips tasted like strawberry. the strawberry chapstick you ha don’t on before made his hunger for you stronger.

he had bitten down on your bottom lip letting a moan escape your lips, you had to detach yourself from him. you needed to breathe. he was all so much. “we shouldn’t be doing this..” you put your face on his shoulder

“why can’t we? there is nothing stopping us” logan held you even tighter. you had no answer it was just guilt. “please don’t leave.” he was begging and he never begged.

you wiggled out his grip with blanket held tightly in your arms, “i’m sorry. goodnight”

not only did you feel stupid so stupid but you left logan there as if you had practically rejected him.

plan 3. movie night.

rogue was so sure that plan 2 would work but somehow the two of you were the most awkward it’s ever been. EVER.

“what the heck happened between you and [name]?!” rogue sounded annoyed at logan who had been quieter than usual. “none of ya business kid”

oh this was bad. no this was terrible.

the two of you hadn’t interacted the whole day and she could not have this couple die in a crash and burn from HER of all people. she had to think of an idea and quick “logan let’s do a movie night! we haven’t had one since you came back from your mission” rogue sounded a little too enthusiastic, logan looked at her and sighed “sure whatever”

rogue smiled and she hurriedly made it over to you, your class started in like 3 minutes. rogue stepped right in front of you “[name]. [name]. movie night tonight. you promised we’d do one!” rogue was out of breathe catching you off guard

“oh okay sure yeah ill go do you know—oh ok”

rogue smiled zooming off to her room. she had to craft the perfect excuse to leave them alone, maybe they could rekindle their relationship. cause whatever tension they had was not working.

rogue set everything up, a beer for logan, a root beer for you and a water for her. rogue had the snacks ready just she hadn’t expected the two of you to come at the same time. “oh logan! i didn’t expect you to be here”

“the kid invited me [name]” he was staring at you desperation seeped through them. ‘oh this is sm worse than i thought’

rogue smiled and pat the couch, “okay come sit. we are going to watch this movie. it’s some romance i heard it’s good”

logan groaned “anything but romance.” “it’s my turn to pick the movie so quiet grandpa” her sass spilled causing logan to scowl.

“i don’t know what’s with you two but let’s not have it ruin the day.” rogue stuck out her tongue slightly before playing the movie. the two sat uncomfortably next to rogue. even if they had some tension they’re bodies still wanted to be next to each other.

“ugh fuck this. i can’t sorry rogue this is boring” logan couldn’t even make it in 30 minutes without complaining, “you stayed quiet eye focused on the movie

logan had complaints after complaints he really tried his best don’t get the man wrong he did. you sighed “sorry rogue. i’m too tired i’m going to bed” such a coward for lying you weren’t in fact tired just restless. you couldn’t help but twist and turn over that kiss. you fucked yo you knew that but it was better than hurting the groups dynamic.

“i’ll walk you to your room [name]” logan offered getting up to walk you. “it’s alright. rogue needs you here more than me” a smile was very sweet as much as it was painful. rogues watched from the side. the littlest details from your rejection made logan reject. the way his shoulders slouched the way his hands look somewhat clammy.

“goodnight lo goodnight rogue” your footsteps quickly made its way to your room just so you can scream into your pillow. what if you just became selfish? you wanted him. he definitely wanted you.

rogue slouched on the couch pausing the movie she had no interest in, “what’s wrong with you now?” logan grumbled. his arms crossed his chest as he huffed in deeply, “it’s you two!”

“us two? what the hell you talking about kid” his lipped formed a thin line. “why are you so huffy about someone else’s problems”

“because! i’ve been trying my hardest to get you two together and yet here we were so close. SO CLOSE, i could literally feel it and the next day the two of you are awkward and so tense!”

the way rogue had rambled on and on about the two of you had made logan’s heart warm. the kid had cared for the two of you and picked up how you two were with each other even trying to help but you two just made it worse. “maybe you should just talk to her just really talk to her. all this yearning shit is too much!” she grabbed a pillow to scream into it “aye watch your mouth kid”

“you have a mouth of a sailor don’t talk to me about watching my mouth”

rogue calmed herself down standing up putting the bottles in the kitchen and the snacks. “i expect you two to be better in the morning or at least some time tomorrow. hell be together! just be together” she stormed off to her room. she was tired of them she needed her own day.

logan was left confused. so fucking confused, but he took what rogue said and marched over to your room. he stood in front of the door hand on the knob ready to open it, no knock nothing. he knew you weren’t asleep. he had nothing prepared but his raw feelings

he opened the door quietly making his pressure known and unknown at the same time. “[name]” logan’s voice soft and stern. “logan!” you jumped away from your pillow you had suffocated your face in, “listen i’m sorry about yesterday i don’t know what—oh?”

logan pinned you in between his arms on the bed his eyes wandered all over your face. he wanted your lips on his he wanted you more than ever, “i love you sweetheart. i don’t care about the damn xmen and if it effects the team i just fucking want you and only you” his forehead touched yours his breathing was steady in a hypnotic way, a smile danced on your lips, “so please shut up and let me kiss you.”

your arms snaked around a his neck bringing him down to your lips. the taste of beer and dr pepper was an interesting mix but logan did not mind. his kisses were passionate and needy, you can tell how much he longed for you. a giggle escaped your lips as your fingers played with his hair. he’s smiles were rare but he was definitely smiling into that kiss

his lips were practically intoxicated with yours, or more say you were intoxicated with his. he pulled away immediately pressing tiny kisses all over your face. “you know love? i’ve wanted you so bad but you cared too much of the teams dynamics. rightfully fuck the team”

a laugh escaped your lips “you’re so selfish” you somehow were able to flip him over so you were laying ontop of him, “yeah well being selfish led me to kiss you in the room?”

“well more so rogue did”

you placed a quick kiss on his lips before pulling away resting your head on his chest. his heartbeat was soothing, “you know i had actually been thinking that maybe i should be selfish. i wanted you badly myself, i was just too scared to act apon it..” your voice trailed low as your fingers still danced in his hair.

“you don’t have to ever think that again. i love you. let me take you on a proper date..please.” his hands rubbed your back in a soothing rhythm. he needed you close to him as possible he needed your scent on him, he needed your touch on him, he needed you on top of him as if he’s a big teddy bear.

“i’d like that.”

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a/n - BRAINROT BRAINROT this lwk ass but el oh el

#w.riting ‹𝟹 ‎scripts #— prim’s ☆ wildest dreams!#wolverine x reader #wolverine #hugh jackman #hugh jackman x reader #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #i love when men are lovestruck #ooc probably but 😉#MOM I LOVE HIMMM I LOVE HIM SOOL

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The Joys of Being a Girl Dad | Tommy Shelby & Alfie Solomons (set in Girl Dad series)

Request: no - written for @justrainandcoffee ‘s 2 year ‘Alfieversary’

Pairing: Tommy Shelby (x Reader mentioned) & Alfie Solomons (x fem!OC & child OC mentioned)

Summary: Tommy stops by Margate to congratulate an old associate…adversary…friend.

Warnings: language (it’s Tommy and Alfie we’re talking about here), a slight bit of Cyril slander

A/N: I’m sorry it took me soooo long to write something for your celebration, Flor!! I guess I could call this a present for Rose’s 1 year anniversary too now, even though she’s not really in it. Thank you for sharing this beautiful au with us!!

A/N 2: I should also say that this story was supposed to be shorter, but I just kinda became invested and ran away with it…I hope you don’t mind. Also it’s been a bit since I’ve written for Alfie, so I hope he’s not too ooc here. Enjoy! :)

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“Who let you in?” the man who was sitting facing the open balcony door asked.

“How’d you know it was me?” the other man, who was standing at the entrance of the room, responded with his own question.

“Smelt the smoke and horse shit the second you stepped through that archway,” the first man mused, earning a snort from the second. “So I’ll ask again: who let you in?”

“Your wife…”

“Figures she did,” the first man cut the second off, muttering the comment under his breath.

“Your wife’s assistant let me in after she told me to get lost and slammed the door in my face,” the rest of the statement was shared, which made the first man finally spin in his seat to look back towards the archway.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments, the two men staring at each other from several paces away…much like they had on that fated day all those months ago. “So why didn’t ya listen to her?” the first man finally broke the quiet, his quip conjoined with a look of query.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Alfie?” the second man asked, his eyebrows just slightly raised.

“It has,” the first man nodded, pursing his lips together for a moment before he continued, “yet it is still sooner than the day in which I thought I’d see Tommy Shelby again.”

Tommy Shelby just shook his head at the man’s remark, looking at the ground as he pursed his lips. It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

“Why’re you here then?” Alfie asked, still wanting to get to the bottom of the Birmingham man’s presence. However, he interjected again before said man even had the chance to speak: “you’ve come to finish me off, haven’t ya? Since ya couldn’t get it right the first time.”

“I’ve come with something,” Tommy answered, not even bothering to respond to Alfie’s second comment.

He then stepped towards the chair that the other man was sitting in, his hands still behind his back. Anyone else would have wondered if maybe they’d got it right…maybe he was actually there to finish his old adversary off. But Alfie wasn’t bothered in the slightest. No, he could tell from the manner in which Tommy approached him.

“I want to offer a congratulations…on your daughter,” Tommy finished his statement once he was standing in front of Alfie. Alfie looked him over with raised eyebrows, wondering just how a busy, business-minded man like him would have gotten such information. “(Y/N) told me the news. She got word of it from Rose,” Tommy gave the curious man some more information.

“That Rosie…” Alfie mused with a slight shake of his head, “I had a feelin’ that she hadn’t cut off all contact with you Shelbys.” He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his wife still keeping up a regular correspondence with the wife of the man who’d shot him.

(Y/N) and Rose had hit it off practically from the moment they met each other. Their friendship went beyond their husbands’ business partnership, and so when one disgruntled husband aimed a gun at the other and pulled the trigger, the two women tried hard not to let it come completely between them. There some time where radio silence prevailed…actually most out the time over the course of the last year was filled with radio silence, but it didn’t seem like a beat was missed when Rose contacted (Y/N) to tell her of the newest addition to the Solomons family.

Although Tommy was more hesitant to make amends, he couldn’t deny his wife’s request to deliver something to the newest Solomons.

“She wanted me to give you this,” Tommy then said, finally revealing the tan, stuffed rabbit that he’d brought with him. “To give to her,” he included, making his intentions more clear.

“I knew you weren’t givin’ me a stuffed rabbit,” Alfie quipped, snorting to himself before continuing, “or at least I hope you were plannin’ to.”

“I wasn’t planning on doing that, Alfie, no,” Tommy shook his head, dismissing the comment before it gained any ground. “The rabbit’s for your girl.”

Alfie took a moment to look over the other man again. He was still holding the rabbit out in front of him, waiting for Alfie to take it. Tommy wondered how long Alfie was going to make him stand like this.

Finally he took it. “She’ll like it,” Alfie stated, eyeing over the animal from close up now. He couldn’t deny that it felt soft in his hands. Allie would surely love it. “Thanks, Tommy.”

“My three couldn’t go to bed without it,” Tommy commented, a small smile gracing his lips as he thought of his three daughters and the love they had for that very stuffed rabbit.

A look of realization flashed across Alfie’s face as he heard Tommy’s comment. He brought his hand up to his jaw and ran it down his cheek slowly, stroking his beard as if he was in thought. “Have a seat,” he then said, gesturing to the chair that was set directly across from the one he was sitting in. He waited until the other man was seated before continuing, “three girls, huh?” he mused, sounding like he was talking more so to himself than anything.

“Yeah,” Tommy nodded in response.

“A proper girl dad,” Alfie commented then.

“A what?” Tommy asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“You’re a dad that’s got all girls, hence the fucking term girl dad…stick with it, Tommy,” the response came laden with derision.

Tommy raised his eyebrows at the other man’s comments, looking to the ground as he let the air cool off before he cleared his throat and nodded his head. “Yeah, a girl dad then.” He ran a hand along the back of his head as he spoke, wondering if he was even using the term correctly. Alfie didn’t comment, so he guessed that he didn’t seem to care none.

Instead the newer father continued on with the conversation. “Does it ever get hard?”

“What? Being a girl dad?” Tommy looked over at him again.

“No, not being able to hit your fucking mark when you’re fifteen fucking paces away,” Alfie retorted, “yes, being a girl dad,” he then exaggerated his words.

Tommy bit his tongue yet again. He wasn’t here to get into a fight with Alfie Solomons. The rabbit currently sitting in the other man’s lap was supposed to serve as a sort of olive branch.

“It does,” he finally answered after a moment’s pause.

“Give me some fuckin’ detail, mate,” Alfie asked.

“Fuckin’ hell, Alfie,” Tommy sighed under his breath, pressing the pads of his thumbs against his eyelids. He cleared his throat again as he thought of how he’d answer the question. “It’s been hard from the moment we brought Thea home. A different sort of hard than the ‘hard’ I’ve experienced prior. But it’s also been rewarding...with Thea, then Evie and now Juniper. I’ve learned more from them than from anything else I’ve ever done.”

Alfie took a moment to digest what his confidant had just shared with him. He truly didn’t expect Tommy Shelby to come out with such meaningful statements. I guess even the worst of men can change their tones, he thought to himself. “I didn’t know ya had it in ya, Tommy,” he commented, exuding a breath of a laugh as he shook his head.

Tommy kept his eyes locked on Alfie unsure of how to respond to his comment. He wondered if this was all some sort of game…if Alfie now wanted to toy with him; getting him to open up just to use the information against him.

“Thanks for sharing it though. I, uh…” Alfie paused, the sound of his voice cutting through Tommy’s thoughts and making him focus in again. “I’ll take all of the help I can get with this one. They say that raising a child takes a fucking village, or however that fucking saying goes.”

“There’s a great deal of joy in it too,” Tommy made sure to add, hoping to convey that having daughters, or kids at all for that matter, wasn’t only stressful. “I just know that I wouldn’t be able to do it without (Y/N) though.”

“That’s the same with me and my Rosie. A fuckin’ trooper, that woman is,” Alfie agreed in regards to his wife. Truthfully, he wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for Rose Solomons. He genuinely owed his life to her…and he was going to spend the rest of it showing her.

Silence fell between the two men then, both sitting comfortably in their thoughts of the women they had in their lives, and of how much their respective wives meant to them. The silence hung until the sound of small feet came pattering off of the hardwood in the hallway.

“Daddy! Daddy!” a shrill voice of a small girl soon accompanied the hurried footsteps. Said girl quickly appeared in the archway of Alfie office. Along with her frantic demeanor, Alfie was also able to see streaks of tears on her chreks.

“What’s wrong, Allie?” he asked her, his brows furrowing together.

“Cyril chewed on my stuffie, daddy!” she exclaimed, hiccuping as she spoke through her tears. “It was my favorite stuffie!”

“Awe now love, I’m sorry about that,” Alfie began, opening his arms to the child as she came over to him. She quickly fell into them, and he wasted no time in hugging her tightly. “He’s just a brute that knows nothing of favorite stuffies,” he consoled her as she continued to sniffle her tears away.

Tommy watched on as the moment played out in front of him. He laughed to himself as hearing the reason behind the problem at hand took him back to the moments where Cyril had chewed his girls’ stuffies; there had to have been several instances during the dog’s stay at Arrow House.

“I don’t have a stuffie now, daddy,” Allie whimpered, finally lifting her head from her father’s chest. “Mum said it was too covered in slobber to be saved.”

“Well I’ve got just the fix for ya, Allie,” Alfie began, unwrapping one of his arms from her so that he could blindly search for the stuffed rabbit that Tommy had just handed him. He continued when he found the animal, “now I know it’s no bear, and I know that your favorite stuffies have all been bears, but this lovely little lass was just placed upon my lap moments before you came runnin’ in.”

Allie’s eyes immediately found the rabbit, and she had it in her tight embrace within an instant. “This stuffie is so soft! And she has a lovely bow!” she observed, now beaming with excitement. “Thank you so much, daddy!” she smiled at her father.

“Thanks have to go to that man,” Alfie told his daughter, nodding in Tommy’s direction. He bit his tounge and stopped the urge to add ‘the one who shot your father’ because even he knew this wasn’t the time for that. He didn’t want to bring that feud into Allie’s realm.

“What’s his name?” Allie asked in a loud whisper, her shy eyes finding Tommy’s.

“Tell ‘er your name, mate,” Alfie beckoned Tommy to share the information.

“It’s Tommy,” the other man followed suit, smiling as he spoke.

Allie observed him for a moment, surely trying to decide what she felt about him. A few beats of silence passed before a smile formed on her face. “Thank you, Mr. Tommy,” she said in a small voice.

“You’re welcome, Allie,” Tommy nodded, his smile widening.

“Dad you have to yell at Cyril now,” Allie turned back to her dad, a deep frown present on her face.

“I’ll make sure he knows what he’s done,” Alfie assured her, “go play, love.”

With one last smile, Allie hopped off of her father’s lap and exited the room almost as quick as she entered it.

“That fuckin’ dog…” Alfie trailed off, shaking his head, “why’d you give him back?”

“You wanted him back, Alfie,” Tommy answered in a monotone voice.

“You may be right,” Alfie conceded, cracking a smile as he thought about the dog.

“Your daughter’s lovely,” Tommy commented.

“She is, ain’t she?” Alfie answered, “light of my fuckin’ life, that girl…both her and her mum.”

Tommy nodded, his mind going to his wife and daughters. There was no doubt that he shared the same sentiment towards his girls.

Oh, the joys of being a girl dad…even if — or rather when, because it’ll surely happen again — Tommy and Alfie were at odds with each other, they’ll always have the shared title as something they can both relate to.

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The Story of Rose and Alfie

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