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pumpkin-stars · 3 years ago

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to soften the hardest touch | chapter one

Pero Tovar/Fem!Reader (+ splashes of William Garin/Fem!OC)

Pero and William seek shelter for the winter - where’s better than a brothel in a small town? They want food and warmth, but Pero gets a lot more...

It’s finally here!! Me and @yours-truly-r hope you enjoy reading this as much as we did writing it 💕

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Chapter Warnings/Content: reader is a sex worker, period-typical sexism, oral sex (f and m receiving), size difference (if you squint), p-in-v, cockwarming/sleeping without withdrawing, soft!Pero, degrading language (whore is used by Pero, other terms are not).

Word Count: 3.8k

spanish translations at the bottom

The harsh weather outside would push anyone to the nearest shelter. That's what Pero and William told themselves as they entered the brothel. And of course, how could they deny the warm embrace of a woman when they were chilled from the rain?

Warm light graces soft features, filling in the slopes of breasts, rounding out sensuous curves, dramatizing cheekbones and the pout of lips that would still be somewhat tantalizing, even in stark daylight. The room seemed to thrum with sex, each shadow bleeding into that of the next form, distracting and enticing, but still… they were enchanted by you in seconds.

“That one is mine.” William breathes and steps forward, only to meet Pero’s hand against his chest.

The Spaniard grunts, fisting his hand in his brother’s shirt, a warning not to continue his present course. You're a meal to his starved lust - the way your hips sway as you dodge tables, the way you avoid the grabbing hands of other patrons in a well practiced dance, The painted smile you show to the men and the genuine warmth you send your sisters enticing him.

"No amigo,” He cautions, “you got first pick in the last brothel. I was stuck with the whore with no teeth. I get the choice whore this time."

William raises his hands in defeat, knowing a lost cause when he sees one. Besides, the blonde across the room with the rosy peaks of her nipples visible over the top of her loose cotton shirt would be a fine consolation prize.

Pero walks over to you as soon as their rooms are arranged with the Madame. "Hola senorita, how much for the night?"

"Depends what you want to do, señor." you gift him a smile, a small token of appreciation for not being accosted by his hands before he pays.

"You know my language?" He asks, surprised and curious.

"You're not the first Spaniard I've met." you shrug easily.

He smiles, raising a hand to run his thumb over his lip as he eyes you, "I want a warm cunt to sink into, all night. With my cock, my fingers, my tongue. How much?"

You give him a little less than your usual price, someone who openly plans to use their tongue? That's a luxury none of the women would turn away.

He grunts in approval “I am in room 16. I have a meal to finish. You will be waiting for me, si?" He offers his hand to yours, and you provide it, resting your hand in his. Your trust is rewarded with a soft kiss to your knuckles.

You nod, and slip into the private area, arranging for the things you need to be brought up - warm bread, soft butter and smoked meats for the cold moments in between. A few toys, warm water for his hands and face, and some rags. You take the back stairs up to room 16, everything but the water carried in your arms, another whore brings a bucket up behind you. Once you're alone, you strip and wait on the scratchy wool blankets.

Evidently he's quite hungry as it takes him longer than most, but you don't mind, he's handsome, and, while gruff, he seems kind. Waiting is no chore - a moment of solitude is a prize rarely found in a brothel.

“See Pendejo? She waits in my bed for my cock.”

“Yes, yes, but does she have tits like these?” William squeezes the blonde whore’s tits as she perches on his lap. “I think not,” he smiles at the woman, hauling her closer to his chest.

“If more did, business wouldn't be so good for me.” She giggles, enjoying sitting on his knee and letting his broad warm hands roam where they please, 'testing the merchandise', more for her pleasure than his.

Pero scoffs and turns his head from the scene before him. “You brag but we will see which has the tighter cunt.” He stands and shoves his chair back into place before he turns to make his way to the room in which you wait. The blonde and William follow close behind, their laughter giving them away. He doesnt turn back to grace their buffoonery with his gaze, he has his eyes set on reaching heaven.

The number on his door is thrilling, knowing what waits behind as he opens it enough to allow William a glimpse of you splayed out on his bed. His gaze running over your bare body.

You look soft, reclining and smiling at the door, nonplussed by the presence of others behind your broad shouldered customer. Your eyes flicker behind him, fingers twitch in a wave to the blonde, and then your gaze is back, giving him your full attention.

“Buenas Noches” He says smugly, before he turns and slams the door in his companion's face.

He lets his eyes wander as much as he wants before he goes to wash his hands without you even having to ask.

“What do I call you, Spaniard?” You wonder, “A title perhaps?” You bite your lip, looking him over as he dries his hands. “Soldier?” His eye twitches, “No... Commander?” He likes that even less…

“Pero.” He grunts, beginning to remove his clothes.

“Pero,” You test it out, “Your name.”

“Si.” He nods, “And you, little flower? What do I call you?”

“Call me what you will,” you shrug, nonplussed.

“Your name?” He presses, gentle, but insistent

“I’ve never had need of one.” You shrug. “Nobody gave me one as a babe, then I grew from child into bar wench into whore.”

“And your companions? Surely they are not complicit with such a thing?”

“Blythe, the woman your friend took, calls me pet names, same as our clients. Beyond that I have nothing. Others seem satisfied with Darling, Pretty, Little one, whatever they deem fit”

His brows furrow at that. "No true name for such a lovely creature? Seems a shame, now I do not know what to cry out when you sink down on me."

You tilt your head, curious at his insistence of naming you. "Most clients choose curses, or my profession: whore, bitch, slut."

He huffs at that. "I will not. Hermosa suits you more." He starts unlacing his trousers as he sits on the edge of the bed. "Come, kneel, I want to see those tits bounce as you choke on me." Pretty words only go so far before you’re reminded, he’s still a soldier. A man not used to minding his words, gruff and dangerous, seeking only a night of relief from the elements and the warm embrace of a body against his. Pretty words he has given to appease you, but nothing will distract him from the prize between your legs.

“Hermosa?” You ask, dutifully sinking to your knees, “I admit the other Spaniard only spoke in curses. It is prettier than puta.”

He grunts in disapproval. "It means beautiful. Should sound nicer than being called a bitch." He fists a hand in your hair and moans as your head sinks down.

He lets you take the lead, keen to watch you gag on him but wanting to let you work first - he's patient, and only half-hard, there's no use in holding your head down and making you stay still while he moves his hips. Yet.

It doesn't take long for his full potential to show.

You stare up at him, a little confused as his hand pulls you away. “Pero?”

"Keep going, hermosa." He smiles, moving one hand to your hair, not to guide, just to touch. "Tu boca es el cielo"

The praise (you assume it’s praise) spurs you on, sending you working for more honeyed words, taking him deeper into your mouth. He wants to see you gag and you're not one to deny a paying customer.

He groans beautifully and his cock twitches in your throat, activating the reflex again. He takes more control then, understanding your limits, pulling your head up and down, though you don't need much guidance.

"Hermosa, I will have you take all of me," he warns, before slowly pushing your head down until your nose is pressed into the soft curls of his base.

He's gentle while you try not to choke on his thick length. You've had brutish men not care for your comfort, but he knows you intuitively, the calluses of his hand scrape against your soft palm as he takes your hand, squeezing it,causing your gaze to pull up to his briefly before you gag once more, instinctively closing your eyes.

"Will you swallow me?" he asks. You squeeze his hand, eyes flicking up to try and meet his, a silent acknowledgement. "Jesucristo, hermosa, tómala, tómame…”

He lets you take him at your own pace then, hand relaxing and letting you use your expertise until he's groaning, low and deep as he cums down your throat. You swallow every drop and open your mouth to show him… His cock would twitch if it were not so spent.

God he's stunning: eyes dark, cheeks flush, chest heaving, cock glistening with spit.

"I guarantee you, hermosa, I will last longer from now on," he assures, pulling you up, "the first release after so long is always fast." He cups your cheek, "tell me,” he pauses, his eyes caressing your face, “kissing?"

"Kissing?"

"Is it permitted?"

"I..." you blink, "I don't- I have never heard that it isn't allowed. But, it’s…I’ve never…"

He frowns, "You have never-?"

You shake your head. He almost sighs, your wide eyed gaze far too pure for your surroundings.

"No name, never been kissed. I've never met one so beautiful that was also so neglected. I trust my Spanish brother at least gave you the pleasure of his tongue on your cunt? Or an Irishman did?"

"I've heard from other girls but no, none of my customers have ever tried."

He scowls at that, "I've never met a whore so... innocent. Tonight will have many firsts for you hermosa. I do not prohibit myself from any pleasure willingly given."

He pulls you up onto his lap and lays back on the bed with you in his arms, his broad and muscled chest heaving as he catches his breath. You've never had such a kind touch as this before... men never care about what you feel, how you are - if they hurt you, they might make sure they won't have to pay to make you better, but usually, even when they pay for a whole night, they don't want to hold you... they release and roll away…

"While I recover, we will discuss the name I will be moaning." The damned unsullied air about you resurfacing a need to provide tenderness.

"Hermosa is nice." you stare at him.

"It's not a name however," he frowns, brows creasing as he thinks.

You bite your lip and look him over, one of your hands rising to his face without you realizing, your fingers tracing his cheek and the very bottom of the scar that twists his otherwise smooth skin.

"You called me little flower," you remind him, "that's nice."

"Also not a name," he points out, reaching to take your hand from the scar. He's littered with them, usually doesn't give a shit about whores touching them... usually doesn't have one like you who touches his face so softly…

"There was a woman, a traveler, years ago when I was too young to be a whore. She wore a blue shawl, had heavy golden jewelry around her neck. I liked her name." The name falls off your lips softly, you’re thoughtful as you say it, reminiscent.

He repeats it softly and hums in agreement, "It suits you."

"It's that simple?"

"Si hermosa, that simple." He takes your hand in his and reaches it down to where his length is hardening again. "Now, again."

You start stroking him, letting him manhandle you how he wants - he just rolls over, setting you on your back. An unusual choice.

"I want to see your tits bounce, hermosa, but first I want to give you a release. May I taste you?"

This is what you had hoped for, the promise of a tongue against your clit. "Yes." You stare at him as he crawls down the length of your body. The men don't usually ask. And certainly not to do that. They pay, and you obey.

He wastes no time diving in, licking from entrance to clit before burying his tongue inside you with a loud moan.

It makes you squeal in true pleasure for a moment, before you start putting on the fake drawn out moans of a whore.

He comes up and says your new name. "Stop. I will earn the sounds."

Again, you're stunned silent until he traces circles around your clit and stars burst in your eyes.

"P-Pero" your hands fist the sheets, overwhelmed at the sensations he gives you. His hands hold your legs apart, until one slides below his chin, his fingers collecting the wetness that gathers at your entrance as his eyes capture yours.

To see such a warrior between your thighs... giving you a pleasure you've never before experienced... "f-fuck, I... please-" you're close. Incredibly close……

His fingers dip inside, his tongue circles, and his eyes seem to glow with the flickering light of a thousand candles as he stares at you, studying you the way a wolf might watch its prey. The calluses on his palms scrape up your leg before he grabs your hand and moves it to his hair.

You pull at the strands, and he moans into you, the vibrations shooting through you up your spine and into your chest. Your walls quiver around him, legs clamp closed around his ears, your head falls back, and an elongated cry leaves your lips. A desperate, breathless, thankful "Pero..." follows.

He stays between your legs, drinking down your release, the wet licking noises obscene. It brings a bright blush to your cheeks and oversensitivity makes you whine and your legs quiver, but you know better than to tell a man to stop. But Pero doesn't need you to, he knows when your whimpers grow pained and the shaking is unpleasant.

"Perfect, hermosa." He says your name again, loving how it makes you smile. "I can no longer wait." He's dripping precum onto the sheets, fighting the urge to grind against whatever surface he can reach, knowing that a little moment’s wait will reap a wonderful reward, “I will fill you until I spill from your cunt.”

You smile, still a little lost in pleasure, and reach for him.

"How would you like me? on top? Or beneath?"

He growls your new name, "ride me."

But before you have a chance to move, he leans above you, looming over your body, making you feel smaller than you are. His hand trails up your side, and he leans down, stopping short as his nose brushes yours.

"Close your eyes, hermosa.

It's a command, but it comes as a whisper, a plea.

You do so, lips parting ever so slightly in anticipation.

His lips touch yours lightly, a familiar tangy taste - your essence - coats them. Then his tongue, so skilled and strong, brushes lightly, tentative. Yours flicks out, touching his for a moment before you gasp, as he uses the opening to deepen the kiss. After a moment he pulls away, almost smiling.

"Eres jodidamente perfecta"

You're a little hazy, eyes still closed.

He can't help the small pleased huff that escapes his lips, "come now hermosa." He flips the two of you over which startles your eyes open. "Ride me."

"Oh-" you nod and then this is where muscle memory takes over. You scoot down and grind on him, circling your hips in a tantalizing motion. Pero’s hands come to hold your hips.

"Don't tease me hermosa" he hums and gives your ass a gentle tap.

You nod, then reach for him, stroking a few times before you line him up. He squeezes your hips to prompt you, and you sink down a little - just the tip.

His chest heaves, a grunt leaves him, and he wants to let his head fall back but he won't allow himself to look away.

Slowly, bracing yourself on his chest, you sink down until he's fully inside you, thick and throbbing.

"You're so big," You gasp.

"Don't-" He stops you, "Do not give me false praises."

"I'm not." You stare down at him, "It's like being pierced with a spear."

"Not as painful, I hope?" A smile forms slowly, his hands squeeze again. "When you are ready, hermosa. I fear I will not be gentle."

"You have been far more gentle than I am used to already.” The words are said without a thought, but they stall Pero for a moment. But then a small swivel of your hips dispels the moment and pushes him into action, he bucks his hips up into you, causing you to jolt forward with a punched moan. He seems to get even deeper in that moment.

You're reluctant to lift yourself off of him, the heavy full feeling of his cock inside you too intoxicating to just abandon, but another piston of his hips helps you regain yourself. You bounce up and down in carefully practiced motions, designed to bring the stunning man beneath you to mind numbing pleasure. Your tits bounce as you move, tugging at your skin with every down motion.

Pero's eyes flick between your swollen cunt stretched around him and the plush bounce of your chest. His hands can't resist the temptation of the pillowy skin. He cups them, pushing them together and up. The sight brings a groan from his lips, Sitting up as you move he buries his face in your cleavage and peppers your breasts with open mouthed, wet kisses. His mouth makes marks over nearly faded ones, determined to lay his claim on you, to profess his own prowess to other customers and display his abilities to the other whores - a challenge to the men, and a promise to the women.

His hands are large... all of him is... but his hands especially... they hold you, squeeze you, cup you with a gentleness that contrasts so dramatically with the rough calluses that cover them, massaging you with every rock of your hips.

His mouth, hot and wet and so devoted to covering your skin, tracing kisses between your breasts, leaving neither neglected for long. He covers you with him, his touch, his marks, his saliva, his sweat... every part of you thrumswith the pleasure he provides.

You clench tightly around him at all the wonderful sensations, a soft moan leaving your lips as you clutch his shoulder, his hair, his stomach, his thighs… anything to keep you grounded in the most pleasure you've ever felt with any man.

"Pero, oh Pero," the reverence with which you say his name makes him shiver.

"I have you hermosa," he brings his hand down to rub your clit in tight circles, his own release suddenly so much closer. "Want to feel how tight you clench around me when you cum."

“Pero..." You gasp, holding yourself up as his hips piston upwards. Your elbows come to rest by his shoulders, hands carding through his hair as he nips at your breasts and rubs at your clit.

"Hazlo, para mí hermosa. Déjalo ir."

You know not the words themselves, but the sentiment is clear, and with a few more thrusts, your body seizes up, thighs quaking, fingers pulling, back arching. The hand that's not on your clit snakes round to hold you steady, pressing you flush against him as he swears into your skin.

He holds you as you shake and clench around him, the sensation drawing his own release with a sharp tug of you downwards as his hips jolt up, trying to push himself deeper and deeper. His arms lock around you and he seems to freeze as his cock pulses and fills you with rope after rope of hot, thick cum. The wave of heat seems to swallow him whole, an all-encompassing rapture of pleasure given to him by your slick, tight cunt. Every knot in his body seems to unwind, his ever-tired muscles breath a sigh of pleasure and release. He's still reeling in the orgasm, even as hes emptied of seed, as his arms start to slack and his chest heaves. The two of you fall against the bed, worn out from the piercing intensity of your orgasms.

The little hitched breaths and studded moans are music to his ears as you slump against his chest, a soft murmur of his name gracing your lips. Bone tiredness falls over the two of you, even as his cock softens inside you and his cum leaks out of you, dripping along his shaft.

He kisses the top of your head and runs his fingers up and down your spine, relishing the weight of you on his chest.

He’s not sure when he fell asleep, but he wakes feeling warmer than he has in months. Even nights in the desert climate were cold, and now, as winter rushes in, he would usually be shivering under a threadbare blanket, his back pressed to William’s as they seek out warmth from the only other body around.

The softness beneath him reminds him where he is within seconds of waking. The heat above, along, and around, has him groaning. And hard.

“Hola, Pero.” You smile, clenching around him, “You slept through a lot of your time with me.”

"It was the best sleep I've had in years cielito.” His eyes flutter open and he looks up at you, hair messy, his marks blooming along your chest and eyes bright with arousal. "Have I been taunting you in my sleep hermosa? Slowly hardening inside you?"

You bite your lip and nod.

Pero grunts and leans up to catch your lips in a possessive kiss, deep and claiming. His tongue licking into your mouth.

You groan into his mouth, hips rocking against his automatically. Pulling back for air you smirk at him.

"I would have left you to sleep, but your arms were very determined to keep me in place."

He grins, then, as though you were weightless, he flips you, never leaving your heat, and ducks his head to kiss you once more. "How long do I have with you?"

"A few hours yet," you assure him, "There’s food and water on the table."

"I have all I wish to eat right here," he nips at your neck, "And all I wish to drink here," he thrusts into you.

It pulls a keening whine from your throat as he starts putting those last few hours to good use.

Next >

Translations:

hola señorita - hello miss pendejo - idiot buenas noches - good night hermosa - beautiful puta - bitch tu boca es el cielo - your mouth is heaven jesucristo, hermosa, tomala, tomame - jesus christ, beautiful, take it, take me Eres jodidamente perfecta - you are fucking perfect Hazlo, para mí hermosa. Déjalo ir. - do it, for me beautiful. let go.

My Pero Taglist: @99sth @amneris21 @ashcamehome @aurelacrystal @concussed-dragon @darnitdraco @elegantduckturtle @idreamofboobear @jitterbugs927 @kirsteng42 @littlemisspascal @mswarriorbabe80 @mypedrom @pedrostories @pocketfullofnerdy @practicalghost @princessxkenobi @readsalot73 @roses-and-grasses @salome-c @wildmoonflower

Ray’s Taglist: @absurdthirst @ajeff855 @artsymaddie @banga-sama @beesting77 @brwnskin-bunnyteeth @ceoofdissapointment @chelseyjoyce @computeringturtle @cosmicbreathe @dreamingindigital @folklorereputation @for-all-the-fics-i-have-loved @gracevaleska @hb8301 @hooooolysin @kiwi-the-first @leaiorganas @notabotiswear @oloreaa @phoenixhalliwell @sarahjkl82-blog @strawberyyperegrine @supernaturalgirl @wardenparker @zizzlekwum @zofty15

Series Taglist: @lowlights @katiiiakat @green-socks @luxmundee@genevievedarcygranger @honestly-shite @shadesofnerdlygrace

#pero tovar #pero tovar/reader #tovar/reader #pero tovar x reader #tovar x reader #pero tovar x you #pero tovar smut #pero tovar fanfiction #pedro pascal character fic #stuffiwrote #pero tovar x y/n #pero tovar/you #tovar/you #tovar x you #pero x you

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trans-squim · 2 years ago

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senorita bread dog. evolutionary.

#someone name their fidough starbread for me pls #pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon scvi #fidough

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disimba · 3 years ago

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Starbread senorita bread AND donuts at work?

Don’t mind if I do

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hoochy-coo · 4 years ago

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Shawn is definitely well media trained. Just the way he talks....you can tell his team worked on him lol. But I really, REALLY don’t get why he still keep playing with Camila?? They’re so painful to watch. I didn’t mind them before but Camila is soooo cringe . Even if they really together, even his fans know he lying left and right even on little things. Like I just saw on twitter that someone asked him what inspired him to write “Lost in Japan” and he said that he saw that Camila posted pics with rainbows when she was at japan and then it’s turned out she never post pics with rainbows from Japan. And there a many more ☠️☠️☠️I don’t like talk about his sexuality but I feel like he still concerned (or his team) that people thinks/wants him to be gay so he work hard in making everyone believe he is the straightest man ever

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being media-trained. Speaking generally (especially atm), male pop artists just need to stand there, look cute and make a few mediocre bops and they can skate by just fine lol. Shawn (and this is coming from someone who doesn’t know all that much about him as a person) is one of those artists who are better known for their string of easy-listening, boppy radio hits and not really his personality so his team probably thinks it’s best to play it safe and keep everything vague and scripted so he can maintain a clean image that won’t rub any demographic the wrong way.

Imo Shawn is either, super into Camila or his team thinks their relationship can gradually help rebrand his image. Publicity aside, his romance with her came to the public’s attention with the release of ‘Senorita’ and that’s when I recall his brief attempt to do ‘sexy’ and ‘sensual’ with that sweaty wifebeater, the somewhat sexual music video, the PDA-filled performances, etc. I felt like that was a brief thing though because we’re now back to his bread and butter (there’s nothing wrong with it, if anything that’s his brand and his team should have just stuck with that instead of trying to give us mature/bad boy Shawn) with ‘Wonder’ and ‘Monster.’ Imo Shawn doesn’t need a rebrand - he’s talented, he’s consistent with his easy-listening hits and he attracts fans just fine by being this cute, shy, low-key dude. I think it’s pretty clear by now that Shawn doesn’t need Camila to stay relevant but she needs him to do so. ‘Romance’ would have been a complete flop without the PR that came off the feature on ‘Senorita.’

And yes omg, can Shawn please, PLEASE stop saying that every song he's ever written is about Camila? It’s not even the least bit convincing, considering that in the past, he’s publicly said who some of his songs are about or what it’s about. He can’t just suddenly switch the narrative and expect his whole fandom to just go with it. It’s almost as if both their teams can’t read the room because they’ve shoved their romance down the public’s throat so much that people went from thinking they were ‘cute’ to being annoyed with them as a couple lol

#ask #answer #Shawn mendes

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years ago

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lmao i just ate 4 senorita bread pieces and WOW i should have included these in Universal gdi. oh well, i’ll def include it in another one :^)

#skye rambles #skye's writing updates

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somanysiigns · 5 years ago

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not senorita........not having to watching Camila perform with a literal piece of wonder bread........no....

#swifties #taylurking #amas

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shinigami-sensei · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by @stupid-shithead to spell my username with songs so let’s get this bread gays

S -> SAVE YOU by LAY

H -> HALA HALA (HEARS AWAKENED, LIVE ALIVE) by ATEEZ

I -> INTRO: NEO GOT MY BACK by NCT

N -> NILLILI MAMBO by BLOCK B

I -> I’M SO TIRED by LAUV, TROYE SIVAN

G -> GOING TO JAIL by ANARBOR

A -> ARTISTIC GROOVE by TAEMIN

M -> MOONCHILD by RM

I -> I AM YOU by STRAY KIDS

S -> SLOW MOTION by FLOR

E -> ENDING STORY?? by ONE OK ROCK

N -> NAVIGATION by HUI (PENTAGON)

S -> SENORITA by VAV

E -> EVERYBODY TALKS by NEON TREES

I -> I.L.Y. by THE ROSE

Tagging: @nicenightmare13 @zombiedonutz

#ME

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jewels2876 · 6 years ago

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Christmas Eve – December 24

Summary: On the eleventh day of Christmas, Chris’s family comes to celebrate.

Christmas Masterlist

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1167

Warnings: FLUFF

At eleven o’clock in the morning, you would normally be snuggled deep underneath the covers; Chris would be trying to entice you join him and Dodger on a run or sometimes just the shower when he got back. Today was different though; today it was you up early, hiding in the spare bedroom, wrapping the last of the presents as Chris snored through his eggnog-induced haze. With a flourish, you topped off the last present and looked around. It was a modest haul, and not all of it needed placed immediately around the tree. You stacked a few into your arms and slowly climbed down the stairs. You arranged the presents with some of the others already in place. You heard a small whine from the kitchen.

“Dodger, are you hungry?” The dog looked up with wide eyes. Both the kibble dish and water dish were bare. You frowned trying to remember when you fed him last. “Sorry buddy! I’ll feed you first.” You grabbed the large bag as Dodger tried to dance around your feet. You chuckled and poured to overflowing; Dodger scarfed up the food immediately, allowing you to grab the water dish and fill it. Dodger was halfway done when you set the water dish back down. He took a couple of large gulps and headed back to his bed.

You washed your hands and grabbed a few eggs out of the fridge along with bacon, orange juice, and a small tub of butter. You started with the bacon, placing it into the bacon cooker then into the microwave. Then you set some bread in the toaster, and grabbed plates and silverware to set out. You heard a small thump and saw Chris’s legs emerge first, as he came down the stairs. He rubbed his eyes and stretched a bit showing off a small sliver of his washboard abs. You smiled in appreciation as you cracked the eggs into the skillet and placed the lid over them. “Good morning sleepyhead,” you stood on tiptoes to kiss Chris’s lips. “Can you start on the toast while I get the bacon?” The microwave sounded at that moment. Chris mumbled something, pushing the toaster levers down.

You drained the bacon grease and served out a helping onto each plate. The toast popped up and Chris buttered each slice as you checked on the eggs. They looked perfect so you carefully scooped one out for yourself and two for Chris. You set the plates on the table and then grabbed the silverware and cherry jelly. “Chris, orange juice or coffee?” He mumbled again and you rolled your eyes. You grabbed your own juice glass and set it down. As Chris seated himself, you perched on his lap. “I’m sorry, sir. Did you say you wanted juice or coffee?”

“Hmmm.”

“Coffee it is! Do you want a little sugar with that?” You moved suggestively across his lap. Chris growled and nibbled on your neck. “That sugar I’ll take later, but for now black is fine.” You grimaced as you stood up and got the coffee. You sat back down and you both ate in quiet silence.

“So my family’s going to be here at what time?” Chris asked. You glanced at the clock on the living room wall. “Your mom said around three, so I’m guessing three thirty.”

“Is everything ready?”

You scoffed at him. “Seriously? Who single-handedly planned our wedding?”

“Me,” he joked. You gave him a toothy grin. “No babe, but you did pay for it!”

“Yes, the pizza dough is waiting in the fridge; all the toppings imaginable are stockpiled; all of the pop and water in the world is stored in the garage.” Chris chugged the last of his coffee and burped. “My charming husband should be coming down any minute; you should probably go.” He smirked at you as he cleared his now empty plate and coffee mug. “Just set those in the sink; I’m going to clean up in a second.” He nodded mutely and ran towards the bathroom.

You watched his retreating form with a frown. He was usually more talkative and animated in the mornings; you wondered if something was wrong. Shaking your head, you cleared your own place, along with the jelly. You started the faucet and filled up the sink with warm water. You reached for the radio and let the Christmas music distract you as you washed, rinsed, and dried the dishes. You wiped up the kitchen; take that Mary Poppins you teased yourself.

Chris came down the stairs again, with presents in hand; you looked confused. “Where those from the spare room?”

“Nope.” You noticed the twinkle in his eyes and realized he had been trying to keep a secret from you. This morning’s lack of conversation suddenly made more sense.

“Good! I’ll let you do what you were going to do while I go grab a shower.” You raced up the stairs, grabbed your robe, and got into the bathroom. You spent most of your time wondering what gifts Chris could have snuck in without your knowledge; you also had to admit to yourself that you were as bad as your husband was when it came to opening presents as well! You finished showering, threw on the outfit laid out the night before and curled your hair. The doorbell sounded; Dodger barked excitedly as a stream of voices carried through the house.

You came down the stairs to familiar faces and warm hugs. Your mother-in-law Lisa gave you an extra squeeze as the nieces and nephews immediately dropped around the tree, trying to find their presents. You pulled Scott into a hug as well. “Hey there! We finally got to your wedding present; thanks again!” Scott grinned. “I knew it would get used; which one of you went with the liquor?”

“Both of us,” Chris answered, hugging his brother, Carly, and Shanna in succession. “Grab a seat! What can I get everyone to drink?”

Two hours and four homemade pizzas later, you let the kids attack the presents. “Uncle Chris, this one has your name on it,” Miles said. Chris looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You glanced at the package Miles had found and grinned. You had wanted to wait until later for that one, but the look on Chris’s face easily changed your mind. You watched as he shook it; it rattled and he glanced at you again with a smirk. He peeled off the paper slowly and then took the lid off the box. You watched his jaw drop and his eyes water. “Really?” he whispered at you. The noise in the room stopped and everyone watched the two of you. “Really,” you said with a huge grin.

He was on you in record time, parents were covering the kids’ eyes and Lisa was laughing as Chris kissed you long and hard. She looked at the box Chris had dropped and chuckled. “All right, Scott and Carly, you both owe me $50.00!”

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part 1 - 5 & 17!

17. Are you more of a sunrise or sunset watcher?

sunrise. i go on camping trips with my frat and i get up really early to always see the sunrise on the lake :)

you can’t make read mores in asks rip

PART 1. Ask me about myself…

1. Do you like the way you look?

yeah most of the time. i know i could look better if i put in more effort into working out and stuff, but overall yeah. im not completely mad.

2. Have you ever cut your hair yourself?

yeah when i was little my bangs were a shit show lkjdads

3. What’s your Instagram @?

mutuals can follow at @xsabrinalynn :)

4. Favorite console to play video games on?

i don’t play a lot of video games now, but i really loved my nintendo ds when i had one.

5. Do you collect anything?

all my tickets from flights, concerts, movies, etc.!!

6. Have you ever smoked a cigarette?

nope!

7. Are you a fan of bread and butter?

yes!!!!! outback bread is my fave

8. Does everything happen for a reason?

yeah.

9. What’s the most embarrassing thing that happened to you?

oh god. i accidentally texted my dad that i wanted to f*ck harry styles.

10. Have you ever almost died?

yeah. i fell off some stairs and went backwards, falling half way down the long staircase, but i grabbed onto the railing somehow. i know if i didn’t try to grab onto something i probably would’ve broken my neck.

11. Go-to ice cream order?

anything strawberry!! or taro!

12. Do you like your room?

yes!! i like my college and home now, we just redid my home room :’)

13. What do you like to do when you’re feeling stressed?

do nothing. sleep.

14. Who’s your best friend?

idk honestly.

15. Favorite animal?

cats!

16. Do you like to read?

yes!!

17. Are you an extrovert or introvert?

ambivert!

18. Biggest regret?

not confronting people in my past sooner. would’ve saved me my mental health.

19. Are you a fan of theme parks?

yes!! california adventure was the best!

20. Have you crossed anything off your bucket list in the past 2 months?

i don’t have a list???? but im doing everything i wanted to do this summer.

PART 2. Ask me if I’m a believer…

1. Do you believe in aliens?

yeah!

2. Do you believe the butterfly effect is real?

uhhh idk

3. Do you think love at first sight is legit?

yeah i think so.

4. Do you think we go to heaven or hell when we die?

idk im not religious so idk

5. Do you believe in karma?

yeah to some extent

6. Do you believe in witches and/or magic?

7. Do you think ghosts are real?

yeah!

8. Do you believe in anything mythical/supernatural? (Bigfoot, Mermaids, Vampires, etc.)

yes and no, like i want them to be real but i don’t think they are.

9. Do you believe in a God?

PART 3. Ask me about relationships & love…

1. Are you in love with anyone at the moment?

2. Do you want to eventually get married?

idk if it’s really the right person

3. Have you ever broke a friend’s trust?

yeah

4. What was your first kiss like?

haven’t had it

5. If a friend called you to help hide a body, would you help or turn them in?

god idk i don’t think i would do anything?

6. Have you ever had a crush on someone that, now as you look back, is completely embarrassing?

oh god yes

7. Explain your dream date.

a theme park.

8. How would you react if you had a secret admirer?

try to figure out who they are (ive had one and knew who it was lol)

9. You’re having dinner with your s/o, are you guys eating at a restaurant or having a home cooked meal?

restaurant unless they know how to cook

10. Talk about one of your favorite memories you share with a friend.

i got close with one my friends at a party and it was really nice cause we clicked immediately we’re really great friends now!

11. Have you ever secretly taken something from a friend and not given it back?

i don’t think so?

12. How would you react if a friend started dating your ex?

haven’t had ex’s so

13. Do you think any of your friends talk about you behind your back?

yeah

14. Where would you want to have your honeymoon?

santorini

15. Do you believe in sex before marriage?

yeah why no

16. Are you currently single?

yeah

17. Have you ever broken up with someone?

18. Have you ever cried over a break-up with a friend?

19. If you were in an emergency, which friend would you call first?

my dad

PART 4. Ask me about my favorite things!

1. Favorite feel-good movie?

to all the boys ive loved before

2. Favorite song from before 2005?

hey ya! - outkast

3. ALL-TIME favorite album?

god. probably i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it - the 1975

4. Favorite actress?

brie larson

5. Top 3 favorite colors?

pink, blue, purple

6. Favorite book genre?

young adult

7. Favorite poem?

ithaka by c.p. cavafy

8. Favorite actor?

tom holland dakjsdk obvs

9. Favorite type of food?

italian!

10. Favorite pair of shoes you own?

my white leather converse

11. Favorite song right now?

senorita - shawn mendes, camila cabello

12. Favorite show you’ve ever watched?

bates motel

13. Favorite show as of right now?

good trouble!

14. Favorite quote?

“we are the choices we make. and have to make. we aren't anything else.” - chaos walking

15. Favorite thing to do when you’re bored?

tumblr, watch a movie or sleep

16. Favorite food?

baked ziti or arroz imperial

17. Favorite sea animal?

dolphins!

18. Favorite perfume/cologne/body spray?

elizabeth james nirvana white

19. Favorite drink to order at a coffee shop?

chai tea latte

20. Favorite person you know?

my dad

21. Favorite blog(s) here on Tumblr?

you!! @tomhollandcouk @parkerpete @parkerleeds @zendhaya @officialtessaholland @tmholland @akapeterparker

22. Favorite Youtuber?

mikey murphy

23. Favorite place to shop?

f21

24. Favorite book?

chaos walking series

25. Favorite musician?

the 1975!

26. Favorite city you’ve been to?

chicago!

27. Favorite sport?

american football

28. Favorite outfit you own?

my overalls with a simple t-shirt and my converse

29. Favorite app to use?

instagram

30. Favorite flower?

sunflower

PART 5. Ask me Would You Rather…

1. Eat a slug OR Eat a cockroach?

cockroach

2. Not take a shower for a week OR Not brush your teeth for a week?

teeth? gum right??

3. Cuss out your boss OR Tell your mom she looks fat?

tell my mom she looks fat cause she asks me this anyways

4. Fart in front of your crush (and they know it’s you) OR Accidentally sneeze in your celebrity crush’s face?

sneeze dkaskd

5. Jump off a cliff into the ocean OR Go skydiving and jump out of a plane?

skydiving

6. Be the girl who was known for eating her tampon OR Have everyone in your life legitimately hate you?

the tampon i think rip

7. Not be able to own anything that costs more than $20 OR Only be able to own things that cost $100 or more?

$100 more

8. Shit your pants on nation television OR Shit your pants at a job interview?

job interview shit happens lmao

9. Be famous while you’re alive but forgotten when you die OR Be unknown while you’re alive but famous after you die?

famous after i die

10. Go to jail for 5 years for something you didn’t do OR Get away with a horrible crime and live with guilt & fear?

jail for 5 years

#sabrina.txt #milesgmorales #ask #long post

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