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zayne hates the way you look in a hospital bed.
the sheets are too white, the room too sterile, and the iv in your arm makes his stomach twist in ways he won’t admit. you look smaller like this.
too still, too quiet. it doesn’t suit you.
‘you should get some rest,’ he says, his voice even, professional. detached, like a doctor should be. but you know better. you always have.
‘you’re here again,’ you murmur, tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes.
he doesn’t answer. instead, he adjusts the blanket over your shoulders, making sure it covers you properly. it’s a useless gesture because the room is warm, and you’re not shivering.
but he does it anyway.
a ghost of a smile tugs at your lips. ‘you should be more careful, doctor,’ you tease, voice quiet but laced with something familiar, something warm. ‘the others might think i’m your favorite patient.’
he should roll his eyes. scoff. say something sarcastic like he always does. but this time, he doesn’t. instead, he just shakes his head, something unreadable passing through his gaze before he looks away.
for a second, you swear he almost says something. but then he pulls back, his hand leaving your blanket, his presence retreating ever so slightly.
you let it go.
it’s late when he comes back. the overhead lights are dimmed, the quiet hum of machines the only thing filling the room. you’re half-asleep when you hear the soft click of the door, but even in the haze of exhaustion, you know it’s him. you always do.
‘you should go home, zayne,’ you mumble, voice thick with sleep. ‘get some rest.’
‘i was.’ his voice is quiet, careful. ‘didn’t feel right.’
‘you care for me too much.’
‘nonsense,’ he said instead. ‘there’s only way too much or none at all.’
you force your eyes open, blinking up at him. he’s standing at the foot of your bed, hands in his pockets, his coat slightly wrinkled like he’s been running on autopilot all day.
‘zayne—’
‘you said something earlier,’ he interrupts, and there’s something in his tone—hesitation, maybe. or something heavier. ‘about being my favorite patient.’
you let out a tired huff of laughter. ‘what, did it offend you? i can take it back.’
he exhales sharply through his nose, not quite a laugh, but not quite nothing. then, after a beat, he moves closer, just enough for his voice to drop into something barely above a whisper.
‘you’re my most important patient.’
the words settle between you, sinking into the space where exhaustion lingers, where unspoken things have always gone unsaid.
you study him, taking in the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers flex at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to reach for you.
‘yeah?’ you murmur, softer this time.
his gaze flickers to yours, steady and certain. ‘yeah.’
you don’t say anything after that. but you don’t need to.
instead, your eyes drift to the chair beside your bed. ‘you’re staying, aren’t you?’
he doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. with a quiet sigh, he lowers himself into the chair, shifting slightly to get comfortable. not that he ever will. the chair is stiff, unforgiving, and he’s been running on too little sleep for too many days.
but he doesn’t complain. he never does.
you watch him for a moment longer, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyes linger on you even as he leans back.
‘go to sleep,’ he murmurs, closing his eyes. ‘doctor’s orders.’
you want to argue, to tell him he should be the one sleeping somewhere comfortable, but the weight of exhaustion is already pulling you under. the last thing you see before you drift off is zayne, slouched in that uncomfortable chair, his breathing steady, his presence unwavering.
and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel alone.
because you never knew it. never realized it.
but zayne became a doctor for you.
when you were little and scraped your knee, he was the one who pressed plasters to your skin, his hands careful, his touch gentle. when you sniffled from the sting, he’d ruffle your hair and say, ‘there. all better.’
when you climbed trees too high and got stuck, it was zayne who came running, scolding you under his breath as he helped you back down. and when you fell, because you always fell, he was the one who knelt beside you, wiping the dirt from your palms before you even had the chance to cry.
when you got sick, he was the one who snuck into your house with soup he swore wasn’t that bad, sitting by your bed even when you told him to go home. he would press the back of his hand against your forehead like he had seen adults do, frowning like he could will the fever away just by staying close.
when you started training to be a hunter, he was the one who patched you up after every battle, every wound, every brush with death.
he never once told you to quit, but every time he stitched a cut or wrapped a bandage around your wrist, his hands would linger, as if memorizing every scar.
and now, when the world threatens to break you, he’s still here.
still taking care of you. still choosing to stay.
you wake up hours later, the room still cloaked in soft, early-morning silence. the first thing you notice is the warmth around your wrist.
zayne.
he’s asleep in the chair, his head tilted slightly, dark circles visible beneath his eyes. his hand is wrapped around your wrist, fingers loose but still holding on, like he fell asleep taking your pulse.
like he needed proof that you were still here.
still breathing.
you shift slightly, just enough to tighten your fingers around his. he stirs for only a second but doesn’t let go.
and neither do you.
#zayne#love and deepspace#lads zayne#zayne love and deepspace#lnds zayne#l&ds zayne#zayne x reader#dr zayne#zayne x mc#doctor zayne#zayne x you#zayne smut#zayne fluff#love and deepspace drabbles#zayne drabbles#zayne headcanons#zayne x y/n#zayne x oc#lads x y/n#lads x mc#lads x you#lads drabbles#lads x reader#l&ds x you#l&ds x reader#l&ds#lads#love and deepspace x reader
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Soap finds himself a lucky charm // Soap x fem!reader // kidnapping, noncon, gambling, post-injury soap, unreliable narrator (he's crazy), johnny hears simons voice in his head <3, breeding kink, unwanted pregnancy, ghoap elements but simon isnt in it
Johnny finds himself at the horse track of all places, six months to the day since his injury.
Simon doesn't know where he is, but he knows that Simon could find him as easily as anything. He hasn't yet. Space, is what Johnny had asked for. Space is what he's getting. It both upsets and pleases him.
Spending money is too easy. He splurges everywhere, on everything. Takeout, booze. His apartment's a pigpen of bottles and containers. All thanks to his honourable discharge stipend, which is generous thanks to Price, though he hasn't returned any of his calls.
Price could find him easily, too, but their relationship's been tight since the signing of the paperwork.
Not my choice, John had said tightly. My hands are tied.
A couple thousand down already, his lucks been off. Ever since the accident. It's not any of the post-TBI symptoms, it's spiritual. He feels it, deep in his gut.
Cosmic.
He should be in the field, but he's not. Something has shifted the wrong way. Everything feels, looks, is, slanted. Off.
Bonnie Bouquet is the horse he's been betting on. A few hundred at a time. She's a fast girl, but she's been finishing off the board lately. Losing him a lot of cash.
He can hardly focus as he a group of squawking, stumbling partygoers elbow in beside him.
There's a pulse that begins in his temples as he watches her fumble, outpaced by a horse called Apple Cider of all names. He feels a hot coal settle in his chest, frustration morphing into anger as costs him again.
That pulse turns to sharp, digging pain, the bullet back again and tunnelling it's way into his head. He can practically feel the thick, cottony fog come back on, the dizziness. His vision pinpoints onto the downturned arrow on the screen. He hears the gun cock again,
Bonnie Bouquet finishes tenth out of fourteen, and he swivels to snarl at the pack of harpies beside him when—
It's been a while. Longer than before the injury, even, since he's had pussy. That's why he deflates, chokes up, lets the swell of pain in his head wash over him without so much as a twitch when he sees you.
The answer. The solution he's been waiting for, right here in front of him, sent by God or the universe or fuck, he wouldn't put it past the team to have sent him a little consolation prize.
"There you are, Johnny," he hears Simon say. His voice is right there, in the room. You're for him. You're his light at the end of the tunnel, the reason he's been booted.
"S'all worth it now, isn't it?"
It'll be worth it when he can fit his cock in your snug little cunt, and make a new purpose for himself through your womb.
He doesn't think of how he looks when he approaches you, pushing past your clucking friends, eyes razor sharp and shoulders squared.
"What one are ye bettin on?" he opens, staring down at your surprised face, petal-soft mouth in a sweet little 'o'.
His cocks rock hard in his jeans, straining, and distantly he hears one of your friends gasp. He doesn't give a fuck. Look, hen, it's for ye. That's all for ye.
"Um," you stutter. Cute wee lamb, he thinks. "I think, uh, The Scottish Thistle."
The Scottish Thistle. As clear of a sign as any. Simon laughs, grating, "Picked a Scottish horse, didn't she? What else do you need, Johnny? A kick in the arse?"
Nothing. He needs nothing else to push out again, betting on The Scottish Thistle and winning for the first time in months.
You're terrified when you discover him in the backseat of your car.
Poor little lamb, trying to fight. Bleating and pushing against him with arms that haven't seen even a shade of what he has. But he's still strong, still got it, puts his arms like a vice around your throat until you're docile enough that he can take your keys and drag you back out into his truck.
It's alright. You'll understand soon enough, that you're meant for him. That you're gonna be his lucky charm, his cause, his justification. He'll make it all back and more. In droves.
And he if doesn't come back? He's still got warm, soft thing to sink right into. A comfort for his weary head.
You learn eventually, that this is destiny. That you're meant to be right here, tidying his house, taking his come right in that pretty pussy. Keeping it safe, he jokes to you. Creating a life for him where before he had died.
He could cry, when he sees the test. Johnny's gonna be a father.
You still tremble, even after all this time, wide little cow eyes looking up at him, teary. Beautiful.
"Look at that, hen," he shows you the stick, smiling at your happy tears, "awe, it's okay to be nervous. Ah ken you'll be a good mam."
He fucks you that night to celebrate, slots himself deep, crushes you with his body the way you like it. You don't really speak often, but that's okay. You're just naturally shy, and he doesn't mind living off your cute little sounds instead of words.
"Ah, good girl," he grunts, pumping, "gooood girl."
You squeak, pant, cry. Face wet with overwhelmed tears. You've stopped trying to fight, stopped pushing his hand away when he fingers your swollen clit and makes you come again.
Soon, he'll have a family.
"Purpose, again, Johnny. That's a good lad, give it to her good."
And when he brings you, belly swollen with the life he planted there, to the races again— he's sure you'll pick the right one.
#drgnfly writes#soap x reader#soap/reader#johnny mactavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#erm#i put the readmore much lower cause#it felt right#but if thats annoying lmK
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good for you
who? spencer reid x f!reader summary: spencer's had enough of your teasing him, so he takes it upon himself to teach you a lesson. content warnings: smut, NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI, dry humping, praise (r is called smart girl, good girl, big girl), no degradation. word count: 1.2k a/n: req - spencer reid and praise kink? where you’re only allowed to cum by riding his thigh.
here’s the thing. you don’t mean to rile him up, really. but he’s so easy to tease and he looks so pretty when he’s flustered. you’ve seen him completely forget what he was talking about because of you, seen him leave after you’ve flirted with him, and change directions because he’s gone the wrong way.
but for all the confidence and control you show on the outside, you crumble when you’re both alone, spencer’s proximity enough to make you flush. for all his alleged inexperience, he sure knows how to get under your skin to get even with you. fingers lingering at the hem of your skirt, slow steps to get you on the couch, kisses too brief to satisfy you really.
he knows that if he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, you’ll drop your head back to give him more room, and he knows that if he lets his hand linger on the softness of your hip just a second longer than normal, you’ll let out a shaky sigh. he drags his hand over your waist, feeling your body shiver and pulse, and he pulls you onto his lap, pressing light kisses down the column of your throat. your hands squeeze his shoulders, fingers digging in through his shirt. “you haven’t been very nice to me today,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to the hollow under your throat, steady hands unbuttoning your blouse, your pretty breasts making him slightly dizzy.
“i’m always nice to you,” you protested weakly, hands gripping his shirt, knuckles white. you try to grind down onto him but his hands still your hips, a soft chuckle sounding from behind you.
“don’t try to lie to me,” he said, letting his fingers trail up the bare skin on your stomach. “you’ve been teasing me all day.” he moved one of his hands underneath your skirt, pressing against the fabric of your underwear. you let out a whine at the contact, gripping the fabric of his shirt. “did you really think i’d give you what you want that easily?” he whispered, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
you leaned your head back on his shoulder, the sound that left your lips a whine, his hand palming you through your underwear. “no,” you gasped, pressing your thighs together. “i knew you’d get me back.”
"is that what you were looking for, pretty girl?" he asked, his voice soft and sweet, never rough with you, even if you did deserve it.
you whimpered, shifting on his lap, your body hot and flushed from his touch. “please, spencer,” you whispered, your eyes squeezing shut. “you know what i want.”
"do i?" he asked, all innocent as he curled a finger against your underwear, making you whimper.
"yes," you nodded, your hands grasping his shoulders, pushing your hips forward against his hand. "you do, you just like to make me say it first."
"smart girl," he murmured, his fingers too slow to please you. "go on, then. tell me what you want."
you let out a shaky moan, his hand rubbing you through the fabric of your panties. "i want you," you managed out. "i want you so bad." you leaned back against him, letting your head fall against his shoulder, his touch making your breath catch in your throat.
"and what makes you think you deserve it after how you've treated me today?" he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him.
you felt like you were melting under his honeyed gaze, your eyes dark with desire and pleading. “i’m sorry,” you whispered. “i didn’t mean to tease you, i just like the way you react when i do.”
"much better," he said, smiling at you. "but you're gonna have to do a little more than that to make me happy."
you nodded, desperate to get what you wanted. “anything, spencer, i’ll do anything.” your voice was breathy, your body trembling in anticipation. “please.”
"that's my girl," he murmured, holding your waist. "you're gonna take care of yourself on me like a big girl. all by yourself. think you can do that for me?"
you nodded furiously, desperate for any friction you could get. your hips rocked against his thigh, a whine leaving your lips. “yes, i can do that for you,” you said, your voice breathy.
"good girl," he praised, hands sliding around your stomach and back, pulling you closer. you flushed at the name, hips grinding down against his thigh, your underwear damp from the friction. you let out a soft gasp, your body trembling.
“you’re so good to me.” you murmured, your hand reaching back to tangle in his hair.
"i'm always so nice to you," he replied, wetting his lips. "but i'm starting to think you don't deserve it."
you whined at the words, your thighs clenching around his. “no, i do, i swear,” you said, your head dropping forward. “i’ll be good for you, i promise.”
"no more teasing me?" he asked, stroking your spine with the lightest touch as your breaths shallowed, coming closer to falling apart.
you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as he touched you. you arched your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “no more teasing,” you managed to gasp out, heat building up in the pit of your stomach.
"because you know what happens when you tease me, don't you?" he asked, almost patronising as he cupped the back of your neck as you whined and rutted against his thigh.
you nodded wildly, feeling your body grow weaker, your thoughts getting fuzzy. “i know,” you panted out. “you get back at me.”
"smart girl," he praised. "you gonna come for me, sweetheart?"
you nodded desperately, your body trembling, your movements becoming more erratic. “yes,” you gasped out, your hands clenching at his shirt. “spencer, i’m gonna -” your words were cut short, a soft gasp leaving your lips, your body stilling as you pressed your thighs, shuddering through your release. you went boneless in his lap, your head falling back against his shoulder, breaths leaving you in ragged puffs. spencer kept his arms around your waist.
"you did so well, angel," spencer mumured, kissing your bare shoulder and rubbing your back.
you hummed in response, still fuzzy edged from your orgasm, and just curled into him. “thank you,” you whispered, eyes closed as you nuzzled into his neck. his hand rubbed slowly circles over the soft skin of your stomach, gentle and soothing.
"think you can take one more?" he asked you. after all, you weren't the only one who needed to be taken care of.
you opened your eyes, peering at him from your position in the crook of his neck. you felt warm and boneless, but there was a possessive part of you that didn't want to stop touching him. a greedy part of you that wanted nothing more than to see him fall apart under your touch. "i can take it," you said quietly, your hand coming to rest on his thigh.
"that's my girl," he murmured, kissing you gently.
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x you#spencerried x y/n#spencer reid imagine#criminal minds fanfiction#rucha's 1k event
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modern-day house m.d. episode where the patient is transmasc and on T, and after house reads his file he goes in and is reading off prescriptions like "estradiol cream, finasteride, prescription face wash, prescription deodorant... god, it's like you don't even want to be a man!" and the patient says "just because i wanna be a man doesn't mean i have to suffer all the shitty side effects" and house goes "it's all shitty side effects! being a man sucks!" before tossing the file down on the little tray table thing and leaving.
chase and cameron exchange A Look in the room and then while they're walking down the hall cameron's like "we should talk to him about it - maybe he'd be... happier? if he transitioned?" and chase rolls his eyes and is like "just because he thinks being a man sucks doesn't mean he's trans, every guy hates being a man at least some of the time" and then cameron gives him Another, Slightly Alarmed Look
we cut to house and wilson and wilson's looking at him like he's insane, going "so you... told the patient that being a man sucks?" and house laughs and says "sure did! i wanna know which will take longer - cameron coming to me concerned about my gender, or chase realizing he should be concerned about his gender. her gender? eh, probably easier to just stick with 'his' for now." wilson accuses him of being a sociopath and house looks fake-wounded and says "you know, if i am a sociopath, you're being ableist by attributing my cruel actions to my sociopathy, and if i'm not a sociopath then it's even worse that you're accusing me of being one just because i'm mean."
cuddy approaches house later and tells him that she heard about what he told the patient, and she is required both to make him take sensitivity training and also to provide him resources on transitioning if he wants to pursue that. house asks if him being a woman would make cuddy bisexual, and she raises and eyebrow and says "that ship sailed long ago" and doesn't elaborate on whether she means she isn't into house anymore so it doesn't matter or that she already is bi. house starts cyberstalking her to try to figure out if she slept with any of the women she's friends with on facebook. the team comes in to tell him about a new symptom and he shows them a photo of cuddy from college with a hot girl at a halloween party and is like "do you think they ever fucked? i think they fucked. even if they didn't, i'm gonna imagine they did." foreman tries to get them back on track but chase leans in to get a better look at the photo and it turns out to be wilson in a costume. there's an awkward beat of silence before cameron goes "SO, back to the patient!" and house makes a sort of dismissive "huh? oh, yeah, go test him for [whatever]" while staring intently at the photo.
he confronts wilson about the photo, wilson admits it's him, house starts by going "oh, yeah, but i'm the one having a gender crisis" but accidentally says "sexuality crisis" instead and wilson is like "house do you... do you think i'm hot in that photo?" and then we cut to chase asking cameron if she thinks he could pull off an outfit like that and they discuss it a little while doing a blood draw or LP or whatever. the patient gives them both A Look and is like "you know, you can get wigs and breast forms pretty cheap these days..." and chase is like "hm? oh, yeah i guess one of those costume supply sites would probably have stuff like that huh," and the patient raises his eyebrows at cameron who just shakes her head a tiny bit.
house accuses cuddy of sleeping with his best friend in the clinic lobby and she drags him into her office to ask what the hell he's talking about and he shows her the photo. she's like "yeah, we were at a halloween party together in college, so what?" and house says that wilson makes a really hot chick and asks if that's what awakened cuddy's "bi side," and cuddy just rolls her eyes and tells him to stop projecting his sexuality crisis onto her just because he thinks his best friend is hot. house asks if wilson was at least a good lay and cuddy says "find out for yourself!" before kicking him out of her office again.
house goes back to his office and cameron is pacing outside the door, and she looks nervous when he walks up to her. she follows him into his office and she has clearly prepared A Speech about how if he doesn't like being a man he doesn't have to be, and he doesn't even have to be a woman either, there's options, and it's never too late to transition no matter what people say, and he cuts her off like "yes yes you're very supportive, you clearly aced sensitivity training" and then he has the episode's Epiphany and it turns out that the patient transitioned too early and there was some (largely made-up and not actually backed by irl medical science) complication from starting his transition as a teenager, and the patient is like "oh so you're saying i did this to myself?" and house says "well legally at least, either your parents or the governor of new jersey did it to you - depends on who approved the hormones."
wilson comes up to him at the end and is like "you know, it's okay if you think i'm hot. and it's also okay if you're a woman. if you... ever need any tips on passing as one, i'm happy to help."
the ending is left ambiguous as to house's actual gender identity and, much like the autism episode, it kinda feels like the writers' room was full of heavy debate about whether house should be trans or not. we also never actually circle back to the fact that chase is definitely trans, it never comes up again, and this move pisses off both trans people and allies who wanted it to become A Story Arc and anti-trans people who are mad it even came up in a single episode, absolutely nobody is happy about how they handled that subplot.
#house md#house headcanons#is there a tag for these fan ''episodes''? i feel like someone should be compiling them tbh
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Eyes Wide Open, Heart Still Sleeping



Vi has always been masterful at wearing a mask, but this time, you saw it crack.
꧁ ༺ ─── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ─── ༻ ꧂
“mm…five more minutes…” you groaned at whoever was brave enough to wake you up during a weekend.
“you’ve been saying that for the past 20 minutes, princess. wake up or i’ll have to do something you won’t like.” a rough, slightly raspy voice cut through the air.
left with no choice (because you know what this little devil would do to wake you up) you creaked an eye open, straining to adjust to the sudden burst of sunlight pouring from the floor to ceiling windows. and there she was.
vi.
she wore that smug little grin, the kind that made you want to wipe it off with the back of your hand.
“welcome back, beautiful.” you groaned, shoving your face into the pillow. there was absolutely nothing beautiful about being woken up on the only day you get to escape tons of schoolwork.
“what do you want, vi?” you felt a warm presence tugging on your blanket, almost yanking it off your body. “c’mon sleepyhead. took you forever to come back to earth. we have a party to attend, remember?”
who the hell throws a party early in the morning? on a weekend? “party?” you yawned.
vi would be lying if she said she didn’t find sleepy you a little cute. but she wouldn’t admit it even if she was held at gunpoint.
“ekko’s and jinx’s anniversary party?”
the last remnants of sleep clung to your mind, but the fog was starting to lift. “but that party starts at 4pm! why did you wake me up so early?”
“you’re real cute, pretty. it’s 3pm right now and you’re still snoring like no tomorrow. knowing you, you would take an hour to get ready-“
she didn’t have time to complete her sentence before you sprung out of bed, rushing to the shower and almost bumping into the flower lego bouquet (gifted by your sweet roommate, vi) on your nightstand.
“why didn’t you wake me up earlier!” you shrieked, tearing your clothes away from your body. vi tried. oh, she really did. but no matter how hard she fought it, her eyes kept sneaking back to the little peek she got through the door you’d left ajar. she was convinced you were trying to get her killed with how fast her heart was beating—though, maybe she didn’t mind so much.
“what did you think i was trying to do for the past 25 minutes?” her voice lost its usual teasing lilt.
but you didn’t catch that. you never did. never caught the way her breath hitched every time your shirt rode up as you stretched, revealing just enough to steal her focus. never caught the slight tremor in her hands as she not so sneakily wrapped a protective arm around your waist whenever she saw someone eyeing you for a little too long. never caught the way she lightly brushes her hand against yours, maybe a little longer than necessary, whenever you guys walk side by side.
“you’re insufferable, vi. i’ll be ready in 30. could you be a decent roommate and make me some coffee please? or should i start looking for a new one?“
“2 teaspoons of sugar and 1 tablespoon of milk, right princess?” she sauntered out the room without waiting for any confirmation, knowing damn well that’s the only way you’ll have your coffee.
|| 30 mins later ||
you jogged down the stairs in a bathrobe, hair and makeup all done and perfect. vi was leaning against the kitchen counter with that signature smirk when she saw you. when you came close to her, she held the mug just out of your reach. “say ‘thank you, you’re the best roommate ever’, and maybe i’ll let you have it.”
you groaned. “vi, i swear to god-“
“that’s not what i asked for, princess.” she raised an eyebrow, eyes twinkling with mischief. you narrowed your eyes at her. “i’d rather die.”
vi chuckled but handed you the coffee, watching as you took your first sip. you sighed, embracing the warmth that slowly seeped into your bones, and she felt something tighten in her chest. she turned away before you could catch the way her gaze softened.
“so who’s catching your eye at this party?” she asked, keeping her voice light, forcing herself to focus on anything else.
you blinked at her, confused. “huh?”
vi shrugged, arms crossed. “i mean, you’ll probably be the centre of attention, looking like that.”
you arched a brow, smirking softly over the rim of your mug. “yeah? worried someone else might steal me away?”
vi scoffed, but she looked away just a second too late. “please. no one’s got enough patience to put up with you but me.”
you gasped in mock offence, setting your coffee down dramatically. “excuse me? i’ll have you know that i am an absolute delight.”
vi chuckled, shaking her head. “sure, cutie. keep telling yourself that.”
you rolled your eyes with a small smile on your lips, going to your room and returning with a full length burgundy myriad dress in your hands. you held it up. “this one?”
vi, who had been sipping her coffee, choked.
“vi?” you tilted your head to the side, brows furrowed slightly out of concern. she quickly averted her eyes. “yeah. sure. whatever.”
your furrowed brows were not out of concern this time. “that was not convincing.”
vi shrugged, trying her hardest to seem unaffected. “you’d look good in anything.”
silence.
your eyebrows shot up. vi realised what she just said and immediately backtracked. “i mean-you know- decent. presentable. not a total disaster. let’s go, we’re already late.”
she turned on her heel, storming toward the door with ears burning red.
you smirked, watching her go. “vi, you’re acting real sus right now.”
“no, i’m not. shut up. and hurry. i’ll be waiting in the car.”
and just like that, she was gone.
but you caught it this time. you finally did.
the way her voice had lost its usual teasing lilt. the was she had to look away too quickly. the way her grip tightened slightly around her mug when she said you’d look good in anything.
for the first time, you saw it. and maybe, just maybe…you were onto something.
#vi#vi x reader#arcane#vi fluff#vi smut#vi fic#violet arcane#arcane fic#vi fanart#caitlyn arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn x reader#caitlyn fanart#caitlyn fluff#vi x caitlyn#caitvi#caitvi x reader
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A sweet travel.
couple: alexia putellas x reader
words count: 1,7k
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Megan’s POV
We were finally able to take a little vacation with Ale in the middle of the busy season we were having. It was a pre-planned trip to Ibiza, a well-deserved break away from the hustle and bustle of football, taking advantage of the injury that kept Ale out of the national team call-up.
“Honey, do you have everything packed in your suitcase? It’s time to go.” I felt Alexia’s presence at my side, leaning in the doorway as she watched me finish putting on my mascara.
“I’m almost done, Ale, give me five more minutes.”
I heard her sigh and her resigned murmur. “Honey, if we take any longer, we might miss the flight.” She walked over until she was right behind me.
“I know, Ale, but I have to finish doing this.” I frowned when I saw that the mascara wasn’t showing and leaned closer to the mirror. “I promise I’ll finish here and we can go, okay?”
I glanced over my shoulder at the mirror and saw Alexia looking down, more specifically at my ass. I laughed at the sight. “See anything you like?”
Alexia quickly looked away, but then moved closer, sticking up against me from behind.
“I have a right to see what’s mine, don’t you think?”
I sat up straight so I was pressed against her chest. “Don’t play around… we have a flight.” I let out a soft moan when I felt her hands running down my torso.
“Ale…” What I was supposed to sound like a warning sounded more like a muffled moan.
“Should that stop me?” She laughed into my neck, leaving a light bite that made me gasp and blush even more. I unconsciously began to grind against her. Alexia placed her hand on the back of my neck, gently pushing me forward until I was leaning over the sink.
“So cute you look like this for me… ready to take my fingers or my cock.” I felt a burn in my ass at her words, making me moan. I had been spanked.
“You want me to touch you, don’t you?”
“Ale… please.”
“Please what, Meg? What do you want?” I looked at the mirror, seeing her silhouette leaning over me, making me moan and get even wetter.
“We should go… we’ll be late.”
“Do you really think that? Because if I did, you wouldn’t be so wet for me, princess.” Alexia let out a low laugh again. “Tell me what you really want, use your words.”
I gasped as I felt her fingers moving between my legs. “I need you, Ale… let me feel you, please.”
“What do you want? My fingers or my cock?”
“Either, I just want to feel you inside me, Ale.”
Alexia moved away from my back and walked over to where I was originally standing.
“You better hurry up or we’ll miss our flight, love.” I watched as she walked away, exiting the shared room and bathroom, leaving me with my panties awash and my body burning.
The sound of the private jet’s engine remained constant as Alexia placed her bag in the overhead compartment and then took a seat next to Megan. The plane’s cabin was spacious and luxurious, offering them absolute privacy. Megan stretched her legs out on the seat, giving Alexia a playful look.
“We needed this,” Megan commented with a smile, reclining her seat.
“Yeah,” Alexia nodded. “A little peace before we returned to chaos.” Megan closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being thousands of feet above the ground with the only company she truly wanted. However, as the minutes passed, she remembered what had happened at home.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, planning her little revenge. Alexia, sitting beside her seemingly calmly, didn't suspect a thing.
"Meg, are you okay?" Alexia asked in a worried tone.
Megan frowned and exhaled slowly before parting her lips. She swallowed, her dilated pupils betraying her intentions.
"I don't know…" Megan whispered, her voice tinged with need. She clung to Alexia's arm, showing her true intentions.
Alexia took a deep breath, trying to control the wave of desire that was beginning to take hold inside her. Megan wouldn't make it easy for her.
"Megan…" Alexia murmured, her self-control hanging by a thread.
"Lex, please…" Megan slid her hand up her girlfriend's thigh, with a lascivious look and a mocking touch.
Alexia licked her lips, feeling them dry in response. Her eyes, a little darker, scanned Megan's figure, who was breathing heavily.
Without further ado, Alexia stood up and took Megan's hand, guiding her determinedly towards the back of the plane, where there was a private compartment. As soon as she closed the door, Megan threw herself into her arms, her body burning with desire.
Megan's lips sought Alexia's desperately, kissing her with voracious hunger. Alexia held her tightly by the waist, pressing her to her body. Her hands ran over every curve of Megan, while their mouths melted in a hungry kiss, without reservation.
Alexia, taking her by the waist, she turned her around, turning her back to her.
“Will you be good for me?”
“Yes, Ale, I will be, please.”
Without another word, Alexia hiked up Megan’s skirt, running her fingers up her thighs and over her ass before leaving a smack. Megan moaned at the feeling of how wet she was. Alexia pulled down her underwear and slid her fingers between her folds, applying light pressure to her clit. Megan was already a mess of low moans at Alexia’s touch.
Ale slid a finger inside Megan, moving slowly so as not to hurt her. After a few minutes, she added a second finger, increasing the intensity and depth of her movements. She grabbed one of Megan’s legs, lifting her up onto an armrest.
Megan bit her lip to stifle a loud moan as Alexia began to move more aggressively. The pressure of her girlfriend’s fingers made her tremble. Alexia brought a hand to her neck, leaning down to bite her shoulder.
“Don’t make a sound, love. We don’t want them to hear us.” But Megan was too close to the edge to obey. Her moans were becoming more erratic, her body growing tense.
“Lex… I’m going to cum.”
Alexia smiled against her skin, speeding up her movements mercilessly, taking her straight to the cusp of pleasure. When she felt Megan was close, she stopped moving and pulled her fingers out of Megan
“I said not to be so loud, princess.”
“No, Alexia, not again.” Megan dropped her head forward, frustrated again.
Alexia laughed softly at the sight of her frustrated girl in front of her. She took a few minutes to enjoy the sight before she began to move, pulling down her pants along with her underwear, revealing the strap she was wearing. Megan’s favorite.
In the blink of an eye, Megan found herself filled by her girlfriend's cock, moaning a little louder again at the unannounced intrusion.
“You look so cute with my cock buried in your little pussy”
“God, Lexia… fuck yes, there”
Megan was a mess of moans and gasps feeling Alexia's cock filling her, feeling that knot in her abdomen getting stronger and stronger, feeling herself getting closer and closer to climax.
When Megan thought she couldn't feel better, Alexia brought her fingers to her girlfriend's throbbing clit and circled it, leaving light caresses and then starting to move them in circular motions. “Yes Alexia, fuck, keep going like that”
In a matter of seconds Megan was cumming on her girlfriend's strap, leaving a mess. Alexia moaned at that erotic image of her girl. Megan tried to catch her breath, still trembling against Alexia's body. Her skin was burning, and her mind was clouded by the pleasure that had just coursed through her. But then she smiled mischievously, her gaze lit with a mischievous spark as she turned on her heels to face her girlfriend.
“I don’t think we’re even yet.”
Alexia arched an eyebrow with a satisfied smile, crossing her arms. “And yet, look at you… completely undone by me.”
Megan bit her lip, her expression softening before she leaned closer and slid her hands down Alexia’s waist. Her lips found her girlfriend’s jaw, leaving slow, wet kisses up to her neck.
“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered against her skin, feeling Alexia shudder under her touch.
With deft, determined movements, Megan pushed her back until her back touched the wall of the private compartment. Her fingers ran down Alexia’s firm abdomen.
“Meg…” Alexia exhaled heavily, losing some of her dominant attitude. Megan smiled against her lips before claiming her mouth in a deep kiss. Her hands moved with precision, hitting every spot she knew would make Alexia melt under her touch.
What started as a game of revenge ended in a whirlwind of passion, with Alexia clinging to Megan, her breathing ragged and her body giving in to the wave of pleasure consuming her.
Alexia brought a hand up to Megan’s hair, where she tangled their fingers. Megan understood that move and slowly began to kneel in front of Alexia. “Do you want my mouth?”
Alexia let out a lewd moan “Please”
Without another word said, Megan brought her mouth to Alexia’s pussy, leaving small licks at first, mainly to tease her. A growl from the other was the message Megan needed to start giving her girlfriend more pleasure.
Alexia began to rock on Megan’s mouth, trying to seek release. “Fuck meg, yeah… still there, I’m so close”
After a few minutes, Alexia pulled Megan’s hair a little harder, she began to moan louder as a sign of her imminent climax.
When they were finally both lying on the small sofa in the compartment, intertwined and catching their breath, Megan rested her head on Alexia’s chest, smiling with satisfaction. —Now we’re even.
Alexia laughed softly, sliding her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair.
"I don’t know… maybe I need another round to be sure.
Megan raised her head and said, “I’m not sure.”
She looked at her with feigned disbelief before laughing.
“You’re lucky the flight is long, Putellas.”
They both stayed like that for a while, enjoying the shared warmth and the tranquility of the moment before the plane took them to their paradise destination.
sorry if it's too short, not very well reviewed
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After the doctors had left for the evening, and the only ones around were the night nurses, I leaned to the side to peer out of the room door. No one in sight. I burrowed down under my covers and cupped my hands together. Inside the bowl shape my hands made, a tiny magic light bloomed. I let the spell go. And I settled back in bed with a very thoughtful frown.
I could still do magic. What the hell?
When I'd said something about it to the doctor earlier, he ordered tests to check my senses and my brain. He suggested that I'd probably just been eating some wild plant that gave me hallucinations.
I looked at the clawed scars on my right arm. No. Pretty sure I hadn't been hallucinating. What the hell?
I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't sure what to do. Could I go back to being normal after this?
When I dropped my hand back to my lap and opened my eyes, there was a tiny old man sitting in a chair next to my bed. I yelped in surprise and he just smiled. "My apologies. But please... remain calm. We don't want the nurses getting suspicious."
I frowned and said. "Who are you? How did... Where did you come from? That chair was not here before!"
The man nodded. "And it won't be here when I'm gone. My name is Francis. I'm from the Narnoona Association. As for the how... Magic. Like what you just hid under the blanket a minute ago."
I scowled at him and muttered, "Narnia? Really?"
He laughed. "Narn-oo-na. Similar. But not the same. C.S. Lewis had some pretty similar ideas. But no. We're been around longer."
The man crossed his legs and smiled quietly again. "In short, we're a group that tracks and maintains access to portions of our world, where magic coalesces and thrives. I'm sure you're imaginative enough to know how wrecked modern society would be if magic got out. Especially uncontrolled."
I scowled a bit more. "You mean how wrecked capitalism would be."
The man grimaced then and nodded. "Well... that too. I was actually referring to the part where people who shouldn't have power would use it to make things worse for those who are too tired to fight back, because of current socio-economic circumstances."
He looked up at me then, eyes seeming to read right through me. "Though, based on your statement, perhaps you're more suited for our sister organization. Yes... I think so."
He stood up then and tapped the chair. Which then completely disappeared, as if it had never been there at all. He smiled at me again. "Expect a visitor in the morning. She'll introduce herself as your Aunt Katy. Go along with it. You won't regret it."
He winked and then turned around. And disappeared. Like the chair.
What the hell?
I fumed and ruminated on this for a bit. Until exhaustion won and I fell asleep. I told no one, when the next morning came around. It's not like they'd believe me.
And surely enough, about midmorning, a nurse bounced right into my room with a bright smile. "Guess what! We found a member of your family! Your Aunt Katy is here to take you home!"
Behind the nurse, a tall amazon of a woman strode in. She wore the sharpest, sleekest black suit dress I'd ever seen walk off an Armani runway. Perfectly pinned hair, bright red lipstick, and a vibe that screamed Professional.
Professional what? Hell, if I know. But I felt that everyone must believe every word that ever came out of her mouth.
I put on a quick smile. "Aunt Katy? Wow... That was fast!"
Katy somehow became motherly, as she swept forward and hugged me. "Oh it's really you! We were so worried. Well... don't you fear. We'll have you home and sorted today. I promise!"
The nurse beamed and said, "I'll go start the paperwork!"
And then we were alone. The aura of masks seemed to slip from Katy just a little. Her smile relaxed. "I'm Katherine, from The Odyssey Corps. Francis notified me that you'd be a fit for us. He also mentioned he didn't really explain anything. Don't worry. He's just a mischievous fucker like that. I'll read you in once we're somewhere secure. But for now... Trust me. It's not as bad as you think. If you're even half as powerful as Francis said, we'll finally be able to move on certain figures."
I just nodded.
At this point, the nurse came back with a clipboard for "Aunt Katy". She looked it over and then signed it. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's get you home!" she chirped, before handing me a bag with clean clothes.
Very expensive clean clothes. I quickly smiled and went to get dressed.
Why did the island with the demons seem less scary now?
What the hell?
You're in a hospital after surviving for 3 years in the wilderness. What a way to find out that plane crash didn't isekai you. Once everything settles down, you begin to wonder... If this wasn't another world, how are you able to use magic now, and why did that island have demon beasts?
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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ toxic ft, satoru gojo
summary. your ex boyfriend wants you back, but you just don’t think you can go back to something so toxic

you’re currently finishing touching up your makeup in satoru’s bathroom mirror after he had basically just ruined it all of five minutes ago, your legs still a little weak. but you weren’t about to tell that egoist.
satoru snakes his way behind you, resting his chin on your head and placing his large palms against your shoulders as you look at him the mirror
“what’re you doing?”, you ask, an amused smile on your face.
satoru’s face was anything but, “are you leaving again?”, he questions, that comes out in a tone you’ve never been familiar with.
you nod slowly, “well, yeah. why would i stay?”
“i dunno, we just slept together, i thought we could spend time together.”, he shrugs, trying to act as nonchalant as he could but satoru’s never been the best at hiding his feelings when it came to you.
you shrug him off you, turning to face him, “don’t. don’t do that.”
“do what?”, he asks, looking like a kicked puppy right now.
“we broke up for a reason. just because we’re sleeping together doesn’t mean we’re just gonna go back to how we were.”, you cross your arms together in a protective way, feeling like satoru could just do anything with your heart.
it’s always been that way. he’s always been a soft spot for you and even now as you stand your ground, you feel like if he reached deep enough he could get your heart back.
“i know, but, i feel like we could make it work if we tried.”, he replies, gently trying to grab your hand before you brush him off.
“satoru. there’s no way we can be together, not in a relationship anyway. you can’t be someone’s boyfriend, you know that.”, you reason.
your breakup with satoru was extremely messy. it’s not like he cheated or anything like that, but it was damn well close enough for you to leave him. the man always had commitment issues, trust issues, attachment issues. you name any of them and he probably has them. so, being with him has always been so chaotic.
it was too much for you. you’re still young and as much as you love him, you knew you couldn’t be with him any longer. especially when the final straw was catching him being a little too flirty with someone else.
“i can change. i can, baby. and i want to, it’s been hell since you’ve been gone. i feel like i’m losing you every time i watch you walk out my door.”, he utters, his voice shaky causing your heart to drop.
“please, satoru. i can’t have this conversation with you.”
“baby, please. just let me try. i miss you, so much.”, he walks closer to you, gently rubbing down your arms as you face away from him.
you couldn’t even look at the expression on his face. you had felt like you’d seen satoru in every way, but it was so rare that you ever saw him so.. desperate.
“please.”, he whispers once more.
you shake your head, your throat squeezing up as you remove satoru’s hands from you. you could not let him see how much this was affecting you, you know it’d fuel some sick part of him that believes you want him just as much as he wants you.
“no.”, his face drops.
“i’m gonna leave, now. i don’t want you to call me, and i don’t think we should be seeing each other again.”
“wait- what?”, he scrambles, his face panicked, “you’re telling me you’re just leaving me, again?”
“don’t do this, you know i won’t stop.”, he reminds her. god, she knew better than anyone he never stopped.
“i know! i know that, that’s why i’m leaving. i’m putting an end to everything.”, you raise your voice, your calm words from earlier clearly not even going through his ears.
“we’re toxic, satoru. we will never work, and you will never change. i love you, i really do but i can’t keep doing this, it���s driving me insane. when am i gonna get any peace?”, you rant on at him, seeing his face turn more and more guilty by the second.
satoru’s love could be overwhelming at times. he had so much to give but so much to take, and he will always be like that. you knew he loved you, no, obsessed is a better way to describe it. it was too suffocating for it to be love.
and you knew this was toxic, you knew sleeping with him wouldn’t have helped the situation any more, but old habits die hard and when he’s calling you at 2am, begging for you, to just fuck at least one more time, you really couldn’t control your body when you were already putting your shoes on.
“i’m really sorry. please, we can just forget everything i said. i cant just not have you at all.”, he pleads, something he’s good at.
you sigh, starting to put everything back in your makeup bag, not even caring that your makeup was half done at this point.
“wow, you’re actually leaving, again.”, he scoffs as you tune him out. you can’t do this, you don’t have the energy. physically and mentally. satoru could go on at you all day if he wanted.
as you finally speed off, satoru following your every move and pushing the front door before you could even reach it he asks, “are you really doing this? is this even what you want?”
you look up at him, seeing the wetness spread around his eyes, “we shouldn’t be together.”, you simple state.
“i know.”, he sighs, admitting defeat as he removes his arm from the door. he’s known this all along, but he wanted to be a little more selfish with you, “i just.. don’t wanna lose you.”
when he doesn’t get any response, not even one he hated, he says, “i love you.”, just one final time.
“i know.”, you sigh.
you turn the knob on his door, not taking a second glance at him as the cool breeze hit your face, stepping outside and leaving satoru gojo behind you, and hopefully for good this time.

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I’ve seen fics where Joaquin is hurt, so I thought why not do things a little differently…I’m unhealthy addicted to this man. (Have since the show but didn’t capitalise on writing for him then, grave mistake tbh though there still wasn’t much for him back then either.)
The mission with Sam and Joaquin was a success but one reckless misstep caused you to be put right into a hospital bed with a uncharacteristically quite Joaquin by bedside, his hands clasped together tightly in front of his face as his beautiful dark eyes seemed distant and unfocused as they gazed at the wall across from him.
‘You can quit mentally going over funeral arrangements for me, I’m still alive to continue being a pain in your ass.’ You tell him once you had awoken, but it seemed as though your attempts of making light of a serious situation only seem to put Joaquin even more in a sour mood.
‘You sure have a weird way of trying to comfort me you know? Making jokes about your own hurt and thinking that I’ll just laugh along?’ Joaquin said as he looked at you, eyes sharp but filled with worry as they looked over your bandaged figure. ‘Is nearly dying really a funny experience for you?’ He then adds rhetorically. It was obvious that you being hurt had more of an affect on Joaquin then it did you, maybe because you had time to be accustomed to how dangerous the job was, which resulted in giving you a weird sense of fucked up humour when you find yourself on the hospital bed.
‘Joaquin-‘ you began as you reached out for his hand but it seemed as though your friend and mission partner wasn’t quite done.
‘Do you know how I felt when I found you hurt?’ Joaquin starts, unable to keep the feelings with him any longer then he already had, hating how helpless he felt upon finding out that you were hiding an injury as serious as this as though you didn’t view yourself as someone valuable. ‘And the fact that you kept it from us, from Sam but most importantly,’ Joaquin paused when he felt himself letting his emotions rise to the surface as tears brimmed his beautiful eyes, ‘you kept it hidden from me, we’re meant to be partners y/n, partners.’ He adds in a way that made you know that what he felt towards you was a lot deeper then you two just being partners.
‘Are we not partners?’ Joaquin asked.
‘Of course we are!’ You replied without hesitation, reaching out and grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers together. ‘You’re my best friend and the best mission partner I could have ever asked for-‘
‘Then why did you feel the need to hide your hurt from me.’ Joaquin interrupts you, though you noticed how tightly he held onto your hand as though he was scared to let go of you, and in the moment you hated yourself for making Joaquin worry over you like this. You truly were the worst when it came to these things but with Joaquin you wanted to be as transparent as possible with him, expect when it came to needing help and your feelings for him it seems, and you couldn’t help but feed into the idea that due to this Joaquin deserved better…better than you at least.
‘The mission comes first Joaquin you know this as well as I, so why should it matter if I’m hurt or not.’ You said to him, hating how it seemed as though Joaquin could see through you whenever you looked in his dark eyes, bringing you under the impression that he seems to know you better then yourself and you feared that that was the truth. You wish you could hate him but you knew you’d be lying if you ever said that because you knew you’d love the man until you couldn’t, making you fear how far you’d actually go for him and vice versa.
‘Well it matters to me! You matter to me! So sorry for not wanting to watch my best friend and love of my life die on a hospital bed.’ Joaquin exclaims suddenly, taking you both aback by the outburst of repressed emotions but Joaquin pushed through as he moved his hand from your grasp, moving to hold your face within his hands instead as he rests his forehead again yours. ‘Especially not when I have so much to say to you that I should’ve said far, far sooner instead of hiding.’ He adds softer this time as he moved to press a tender kiss your forehead, making you smile softly at the feeling, before pressing his head back against there.
‘And what would those things be my dear falcon.’ You asked analog sheepishly as your hands reached to keep his hands again your face, caressing the backs of them with your thumbs, smiling at how while this wasn’t the ideal place for you to admit your feelings but it didn’t feel any less magical then it did right now.
Joaquin smiles for what felt like the first time since he’s been sat beside you. ‘We’d be here for a really, really long time if we want to go into specifics,’ you both laughed at this, knowing that you would spend just as long listing of the things you loved about him in return, ‘but to keep it short all you need to know is that you’re the best part of me, my better half and the one person who could make me feel like this when I’m under the impression that I could one day loose you forever.’ Joaquin sighed and closed his eyes, leaning further into you as though trying to convince himself they you were still here with him.
‘I don’t ever want to see you like this ever again, not as long as I can do something about it to keep you safe from this day onward.’ Joaquin admits and you felt yourself becoming warm and giddy it made you forget why you were in the hospital for brief moment in time, for you were too focused on the beautiful and brave man in front of you holding you like you were everything and to him you very much were.
‘Then I can only promise to be more carful on missions from here on out if it’s to keep your heart from breaking, for I wouldn’t want to hurt someone as important to me as you Joaquin,’ you then moved your hand to wipe away the unshed tears from his eyes, taking your time with it as well as you caressed his tear stained cheeks with care and held the weight of a death as though you were in fact scared of hurting him. ‘I never went to see you shed a single tear more of my reckless ass.’ You add and this time Joaquin laughed along with you as he kissed your palms sweetly, smiling against them.
‘Then I guess you’ll have to deal with me being a little overprotective on the future missions.’ Joaquin says barely above a whisper.
‘I wouldn’t mind that at all, not a single bit.’ You replied, kissing his nose and smiling, happy to know that your feelings weren’t unreciprocated like you originally thought, but also happy knowing that your heart was in the safest hands you’ve ever known.
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can you write abby x femme reader where the reader is so down bad for abby but abby only sees reader as her fwb. maybe you can also add abby still being in a relationship with owen. i thought of it while listening to casual by chappel roan and i need to be IN PAIN SO BAD
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𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: abby/femme!reader 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: angst, smut (18+ mdni), use of words like tits/cunt/pussy, comphet, unhappy ending 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: pre-established relationship (friends with benefits), pet names (sweetheart, honey, baby, pretty girl), oral (r!receiving), masturbation (abby), outdoor sex (they're entirely alone in a field) 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘: no use of y/n, outfit descriptions, modern au, ellie and dina trying to be good friends, relationship with owen mentioned but no cheating 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 ��𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 7069k
𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Abby is a great friend. She's funny, kind, and when you're both single, you hook up. If only you weren't in love with her, and she didn't always run back to Owen.
a/n: hello!! thank you so much for this request! i took direct inspo from casual by chappell roan for this and had a lot of fun! it's smutty, angsty, and the more i wrote the more i realised i was just writing Abby with comphet so there's a lot of that sprinkled in there too </3
i almost want to write a sequel where abby wakes tf up and realises she's a lesbian butttt only if anyone would actually want it…
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[1:07pm] Abs 🥊💥: oh yeah?
[1:07pm] You: Yeah, they look pretty good too
[1:09pm] Abs 🥊💥: hmm maybe you should send them so i can double check
[1:09pm] Abs 🥊💥: just in case 😇
[1:09pm] You: Just in case?
[1:10pm] Abs 🥊💥: yeah
[1:11pm] You: Of?
[1:14pm] Abs 🥊💥: i was trying to be hot and fun
[1:14pm] Abs 🥊💥: you’re making that difficult
[1:15pm] You: You poor baby 😔
[1:17pm] You: Here. An apology
[1:17pm] You: [sent an attachment]
Abs 🥊💥 is typing...
“Hellooo?” Dina waves a hand in front of your face, snapping your attention away from the dancing dots next to Abby’s name. Ellie and Dina are looking at you when you blink up at them, your nose no longer buried in your phone.
The three of you have sprawled yourselves out in Ellie’s room, the air slightly hazy with the smoke of a joint she had passed around-- a pleasant hum settling in your bones. The smoke slowly curls out of the open window, curtains fluttering in the breeze.
Ellie sits propped up against her bed, legs crossed under her, guitar resting on her thigh as she picks at the strings. Joel just got her new ones yesterday, so she’s been fiddling with it all morning.
Dina has crawled out of the beanbag near her girlfriend to come bother you, kneeling on the floor next to your own.
Jesse was also invited, but got called in to work last minute. Boo.
“What’s got you so giggly over here?” Dina asks, placing a hand on your knee as she leans over, trying to take a peek at your phone.
You pull the device back to your chest, hiding the picture you just sent from her prying eyes. “Nothing,” you say far too quickly. “Just a funny post.”
“Uh huh,” she says, not even a little bit convinced. “Let me see, then.”
“What?”
“The post.” A smirk starts to form on Dina’s lips, knowing she’s got you. “Let me see it.”
“Oh, it’s—” You shift your gaze away from hers, looking back down at your phone. “It’s gone now. Y’know. The algorithm, and stuff.”
Ellie snorts, rolling her eyes. “The algorithm? That’s the best you can do?”
“Shut up, Ellie,” you hiss, narrowing your eyes at the girl.
Dina, finding an opening, makes a grab for your phone. You yelp, twisting away from her and holding the phone high above your head, out of her grip-- but that doesn’t stop her. She pounces on you, faster than you’re expecting, straddling you on the bean bag as she wrestles you for the device.
You yell, wriggling out from underneath her and falling to the floor with a thump, Dina following and landing on top of you.
“It wasn’t even that funny! Dee, get off of me!” You screech, laughing as you grapple with each other.
“Aha!” Dina cries, prying the phone from your hands and holding it above her head, pressing a palm to your forehead to pin your down. “Now, let’s see this ‘post’, huh?” She taunts, grinning down at you.
You can do nothing but watch helplessly as she looks to your phone, eyes widening at the screen. You catch a brief glimpse of the photo in the reflection of her eyes; the angle of your body as you lay in your sheets, back slightly arched for the camera, delicate blue lace clinging to your hips and chest.
A low whistle leaves her lips.
“Shit, you look good.” Dina squints at the photo, removing her hand from your forehead to pinch at the screen, zooming in. “When did you even buy that? Where did you buy that?”
You sit up enough to snatch your phone away from her, swiping out of the picture before she can look at it any longer.
[1:18pm] Abs 🥊💥: holy shit
[1:19pm] Abs 🥊💥: you weren’t lying
“Dude, are you sending nudes from my fucking house?” Ellie asks, eyebrows raised, fingers pausing on her guitar.
Heat crawls across your cheeks, tapping the screen to swipe out of the messaging app and locking your phone. “They’re not nudes. I’m wearing underwear.”
“Babe, there was so much nipple peeking through that thing,” Dina says, still sitting atop of you.
“Okay, well now I’ve gotta see. Gimme.” Ellie reaches, making grabby hands for your phone.
You groan, letting your phone drop face down onto your chest as you cover your face with your hands. “I fucking hate you two.”
“I love you too,” Dina coos, giggling and rolling off of you to lay next to you on the floor, propping herself up on her forearms.
Ellie settles back with her guitar, strumming lightly at the song she’s been working on. “Who are you even sending that shit to, anyways?’
“Is it that butch from the bar last weekend? She was so hot.”
“Hey, I’m right here?” Ellie says, waving her hand to her girlfriend. Dina blows a kiss in her direction.
The hands stay glued to your face as you swallow, throat suddenly thick. You mumble through your fingers, knowing that neither of them would be able to make out what you said. A hand wraps around your wrist, prying it from your face.
“Can’t hear you,” Dina sings, shuffling closer. Her hand slides up, interlacing her fingers with your own, squeezing. “Come on, who is it?”
You nervously look to Dina’s expectant face, behind her to Ellie who’s not looking over, but has her head tilted to make sure she catches every syllable. You turn your head up to look at the ceiling, concentrating on the glow-in-the-dark stars and planets Jesse got Ellie for her birthday last year, unable to look at your friends.
“I’m texting Abby.”
Ellie misses a chord, a slight fumble as she whips her head up to look at you. Dina’s smile shifts slightly, a hint of something sympathetic behind her eyes. She squeezes your hand gently.
“How is she?” Dina asks, watching your profile.
“She’s good. She just got hired at this new boxing studio in the city as a personal trainer. It’s a really good gig, and she enjoys it a lot.” You smile softly, fiddling and twisting one of the rings on your finger. “Pays a lot better than her old gym, too.”
“How’s Owen?” Ellie asks, voice cutting through the hazy air.
Your body tenses, anxiety curling in the pit of your stomach. You knew this was going to happen.
“I don’t know… They uh—They broke up a couple of weeks ago, so I haven’t seen him.”
Ellie scoffs, turning back to her guitar as she mutters something under her breath. You completely miss it, but Dina doesn’t.
“Ellie,” she scolds, leaning over to whack at her ankle.
Your phone buzzes against your chest, and you can’t help but be thankful for the distraction, tilting it up to peek at the preview on the lockscreen. Two text messages block the squished together faces of you, Ellie, and Dina; your and Dina’s lips pressed to either side of Ellie’s freckled cheeks. Jesse stands behind the three of you, hands pressing you and Dina closer to Ellie, grinning as the girl groans and squirms between you.
[1:25pm] Abs 🥊💥: let me come see you
[1:25pm] Abs 🥊💥: we can grab food?
You can’t help the small smile that spreads to your lips, biting your cheek as you unlock your phone to reply.
[1:26pm] You: Tonight?
[1:27pm] Abs 🥊💥: please 🙏
“Well, it sounds like things are going well for her,” Dina says, rolling on her side to look at you, bringing the hand still laced with yours under her cheek as she rests on it. “New job, hot girl sending her nudes in the middle of the day…”
You roll your eyes, locking your phone and letting it fall back against your chest. “They weren’t nudes.”
“The technicals on whether they’re nudes or not doesn’t matter when they’re that hot. I don’t even send Ellie pictures like that.”
“You don’t send pictures at all,” Ellie pouts.
“Els,” Dina turns to look back at her. “The last time I sent you a photo of my tits, you set it as my contact photo.”
Ellie’s pout smooths out into a knowing smirk, an amused huff leaving her as she reminisces.
Dina turns back to you, rolling her eyes. “Anyway. I guess this means that things are chill with you and Abby again?”
You shrug, fingers flexing amongst her own. “I mean, yeah? We were always chill.”
Her cheek twitches as she forces her smile, her eyes softening into something that you refuse to acknowledge as pitying. “I know,” she says, tentative. “But things were kind of… tense when her and Owen got back together last time, remember?”
You stiffen, that twisting in your gut making you feel ill. “She was just—She just had a lot going on.”
And she did. Her and Manny had to move all of a sudden, she was starting to hate her old job, her truck broke down, and Owen kept trying to reach out again after he was the one to break things off.
So much was going on in Abby’s life, and you were there to help her through it. Late night calls when she couldn’t sleep, motivational texts to get her through her day, a day off from your own job to help Abby and Manny move everything to their new place. Just like a good friend would, because that’s what you are. Good friends.
Good friends who kiss sometimes, whose nighttime calls end in whimpers and soft moans, her voice flowing through the speaker as you cum on your fingers. Good friends who fuck on the mattress on the floor of her new room while her bedframe leans against the wall unbuilt, too desperate to wait until it’s all set up.
That’s just how things are between you. You’re there for her whenever she needs you, and if sometimes that need is something more carnal, driven by lust? As long as you’re both single, you don’t see the issue.
Except she’s never single for long-- those break ups with Owen never truly sticking. Give them a week or two before he starts texting again, another few after that for Abby to text back. And each time you hope, maybe wrongly so, that she won’t do it. That she’ll realise things with Owen just aren’t meant to be, and that maybe she’d be happier with someone else; someone who gives her both the space and attention that she needs.
That she’ll realise that you’ve been here the whole time.
But she never does, and it stings when she texts you that her and Owen are back together, knowing that it’s not just a casual update, but a temporary end to your arrangement— a hiatus, waiting for when they inevitably break up once more.
So yeah, she was busy, but so were you—busy ignoring her texts and her innocent offers to hang out. You promised yourself that you would spare yourself, that you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt anymore by hoping and wishing for something that was never going to happen.
But just like Abby, it only took you a couple of weeks of texts for you to finally respond back.
And so, the cycle continues.
Dina squeezes your hand, feeling you drift off somewhere in your mind. You turn your head slightly to look at her, feeling the familiar sting of embarrassment at the look in her kind eyes.
“I know, babe. We just worry.”
You frown slightly, brows drawing together. “Why? And whose we?”
Ellie scoffs, the sound sharp over the strum of her guitar. “Nice one, Dina.”
She ignores her girlfriend, holding your gaze. “We—Ellie and I—”
“And Jesse.”
“Ellie--” Dina pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes as she tries to tamp down her frustration. “We just want to make sure you’re happy. That this is what you want.” She looks to your again, words spoken soft between you. “All that you want.”
You slowly extricate your hand from hers, pushing up on your forearms to sit. “Of course it is,” you lie-- like a liar. You know neither of them believe you. “This is how it’s always been with Abby. We talk, we hang out, and when we’re single, we ‘hang out’. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not. Of course it isn’t. We just—”
Ellie cuts Dina off. “We hate seeing you get hurt over and over.”
You sit up even further, drawing your knees to your chest, making sure your dress falls over your knees. “I’m not— No one’s getting hurt. Abby’s really sweet to me.”
“Then why does she only text you this much when Owen isn’t around?” Ellie asks, guitar forgotten in her lap.
Embarrassment and shame twirl around each other, dancing atop that churning in your gut. Your body heats with it, blood rushing to the highs of your cheeks and the tips of your ears. “That’s not true.”
It is, and you hate that they’ve picked up on it too.
Dina sighs, sitting up with you, placing a gentle and friendly hand on your knee. “It’s okay that she does, but only if you’re okay with it. I know you…” she trails off, pressing her lips into a thin line, hesitating about going there.
That feeling inside of you bursts, lighting you on fire. You feel it down to the tips of your fingers, morphing and changing into something darker— frustration. “Know what, Dina?”
“Look, you’re an adult. You can sleep with whoever you want,” Ellie cuts in. “But you’re not dumb. You know exactly what she’s doing and you’re letting it happen. And if that’s what you get off on, then fine. But we hate seeing her use you like this—”
“Ellie, she’s not using me. I’m not being used.” You stand up, ripping yourself from Dina. “It’s just sex. We both get something out of it, and if I happen to like her company outside of that because she’s my friend, then that just makes it better.”
You stoop down, collecting your bag from next to the beanbag, shoving your phone inside.
Dina calls your name, reaching out for you. You dodge her, stepping back towards the door.
“I’ll… I’ll text you guys later, or something. I have to go.”
♡ ︎♡ ︎♡
Abby tells you to be ready around seven thirty, that she’ll grab you two some dinner before swinging around to pick you up at your place.
It gave you plenty of time to cool down before needing to get ready, crashing and taking a nap the moment you got home from Ellie’s.
You feel guilty for fighting with your friends. As much as you hate the idea of them being able to see through you, to be able to tell how you actually feel-- they’re just trying to look out for you. They love you, want the best for you.
But them knowing… Your friends seeing how infatuated you are with Abby, how you let yourself be dragged along like a dog on a leash, desperate to please and feel desired by her… It makes you feel ashamed.
So, you ignore the texts you wake up to.
[2:31pm] Deedee 😽: Hey babe. I’m sorry about this afternoon. If you’re feeling up to talking about it please let me know.
[2:32pm] Deedee 😽: We can go to that bakery you like. My treat.
[2:32pm] Deedee 😽: I love you. Be safe 🤍🤍🤍
-
[2:43pm] 🌿Els 🦕: [message unsent]
[2:50pm] 🌿Els 🦕: sorry. dina said that was shit.
[2:54pm] 🌿Els 🦕: be careful
[2:54pm] 🌿Els 🦕: always here for u
[2:55pm] 🌿Els 🦕: 💚
-
[3:14pm] J-Man 🐴: You’re seeing Abby again??
[3:14pm] J-Man 🐴: That’s cool…
[3:17pm] J-Man 🐴: Why didn’t you tell us?
You slowly start getting ready at four, taking a long ‘everything’ shower, only hopping out once your skin is smooth, soft, and smelling of your cherry blossom body wash.
You spend way longer than necessary picking your outfit; something cute but practical for the cooler weather. You make a bit of a mess, but finally end up laying out a combination of pieces on your plush, purple blankets. A babydoll top to wear under a chunky knit cardigan, a long flowing skirt that brushes your calves. You’ve even selected cute underwear, that same blue lace set that you wore in the photo you sent Abby.
You keep your makeup simple, focusing more on your eyes than anything else. Abby described them as doe-like once, and now you make it a habit to spend a bit more time curling your lashes, lining them with a delicate wing. Some blush and a sparkly lip gloss that faintly smells like bubble-gum completes the look. Soft, feminine.
You’re painting your nails when your phone buzzes on your bedside table, interrupting the music playing through the speakers. You lean over, holding your hands out to try to avoid smudging them, glimpsing at the screen.
[7:13pm] Abs 🥊💥: picking up food now
[7:14pm] Abs 🥊💥: be there soon, pretty girl ❤️
Your heart beats wildly in your chest, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as you get back to painting your nails. Thoughts of your friends and their concerns drifting from your mind the closer it gets to seven thirty.
It’ll be fine.
It always is, right?
♡ ︎♡ ︎♡
You press a manicured hand over your mouth, supressing your giggles. “He didn’t…”
Abby nods, grinning around her chewed straw. “Yeah, he did. All ‘prom-posal’ style with a big sign and everything.”
“Oh, Jordan,” you sigh. “I’ve only met Leah once and even I know she’d hate to be asked out like that.” You shake your head, reaching into the bag between you for another fry.
Abby shrugs, sucking the last of her shake from the plastic cup. “Well apparently she liked it enough to say yes, so…”
“She was always going to say yes, though,” you say, popping the salty shoestring into your mouth. “They’re obsessed with each other.”
Abby scoffs, humour in her tone, placing the empty cup off to the side. “Yeah, you can say that again.”
The two of you are sitting in the bed of Abby’s truck, shoes kicked off as you curl amongst the blanket and few pillows piled in the back, softening the metal underneath. She’d driven the two of you out to a field, some property a friend of her dad owns, parking under the open night sky. The moon was high and bright, casting a soft glow across everything it touched, giving you just enough light to see.
She looked sinfully good in your driveway when she came to pick you up; leaning against the truck in her muscle tank and utility jeans, a dark green overshirt open and rolled up to her elbows. Her dad’s dog tags from his brief stint in the military right out of high school hang around her neck, a faded friendship bracelet that matches with her best friend Mel tied around her left wrist.
She had grabbed the two of you burgers and shakes from a local diner Abby loves to visit on her cheat days—a strawberry shake for herself and a sweet vanilla one for you.
The night so far has been taken up with picking at each other’s food and catching up all the stuff you’ve forgotten or have been too busy to text about. A lot of it is just gossip, but you don’t mind. You cherish her company, and could happily sit here for hours talking about anything at all as long as she was the one with you.
“How’s the new studio treating you?” You ask, nudging her lightly. You’re still snacking on the fries in the bag, your shake and burger having long since been eaten.
“It’s good. There’s a lot more women on staff at the new place which is nice.” Abby steals a fry from between your fingers, popping it into her mouth.
“Hey!”
She smirks, shrugging and licking the salt from her fingers. You’re momentarily distracted, brain short circuiting as you watch the trail of her tongue.
You swallow, clenching your thighs together as you look back down to the bag. “Less bro-y?”
She laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you from the inside out, reaching for her own fries. “Yeah, much less bro-y.” She shoves a couple in her mouth, covering it as she speaks around her mouthful. “A couple of my clients transferred over when I moved which is good. Felt bad leaving them behind.”
“Did Yara follow? You liked her.”
Abby nods, wiping the salt off her fingers on the thigh of her pants this time. “I’m covering her sessions, actually. Paying out of pocket. She’s had to take in her brother so everything’s kind of gone tits up for her. Boxing was the only thing she does for herself, so…” She shrugs, leaning back against the truck cabin, head tilted up to look at the stars overhead.
You sit there transfixed, lips slightly parted as you look to the woman next to you. She’s gorgeous, her side profile making butterflies stir in your belly. Her nose is strong, slightly curved at the tip, crooked from it getting broken and reset over and over again. Her cheekbones are prominent and littered in freckles, a jagged scar under one eye that she tells you a different story for every time you ask. Her jawline, though strong just like the rest of her, is also surprisingly soft, slightly rounder under her chin-- one of your favourite places to kiss.
Handsome.
“You’re a good person, you know?”
The highs of Abby’s cheeks darken; you can just make out the colour under the light of the moon. Her eyes flick down to yours. “You flattering me?”
You shift to face her more, leaning against her muscular arm. You catch the way her hazy blue eyes drift from your own, down to your chest which is pressed against her bicep, flesh peeking out from your top. Her cheeks darken even more, a delightful pink that makes her freckles more prominent.
“I’m being serious. You do stuff like this all of the time, just because you felt like it.” Abby’s eyes wander back up to your own. “You’re really kind. I love that about you.”
Something flashes across her face, so quick that you can’t make it out before she schools her expression again, a lazy smirk tugging on her lips.
“Yeah?” She tilts her head slightly, stray strands of hair that have fallen out of her braid tickling her cheeks. “You sure you’re not buttering me up?”
It’s your turn to flush now, skin prickling with heat under her gaze that bores into your own. “And what would I be buttering you up for?” Your voice is quiet, soft between you.
Her eyes roam across your face, down to your lips where you’ve drawn the bottom one between your teeth. One of her calloused hands comes up, cupping your jaw gently to swipe a thumb across your cheek. The pad of her thumb moves to press against your glossy lip, pulling it free.
“I don’t know,” she whispers, leaning in close. “You tell me.”
Her thumb swipes across the tackiness of your lip, the gloss rubbing off and onto her skin, sparkly and smelling like bubble-gum. She leans in impossibly closer, breath smelling like strawberries from her shake, nose bumping against yours softly.
You snake a hand up her broad chest, manicured fist curling into the front of her tank to pull her down, pressing your lips against her own.
You both sigh at the contact, finally feeling each other again after so long. The kiss doesn’t stay gentle, quickly devolving into hungry, messy kisses, Abby licking into your mouth to claim you.
A soft moan spills from your lips and you tug once more, pulling Abby with you as you lean back against the truck, needing to feel her weight against you. Abby obliges, never being able to say no to you when you make those pretty little noises, shifting to cage you in against the cabin of her truck. One of her arms comes up to support her weight as she slides to fit her body between your thighs that you part for her, skirt bunching up to make room.
“Missed this,” Abby groans, pulling away to kiss hotly down the side of your jaw. Her plush lips latch onto the skin of your neck, nipping and licking where your perfume is the strongest.
“Abby—” you gasp, arms wrapping around her neck, nails digging into the muscles of her shoulders as you arch into her, your head tilting back and thumping against the truck.
She hums, kissing down further to your chest, teeth grazing against the swell of your tits being pushed up by your bra. The hand on your cheek moves down, slowly pushing the sleeve of your cardigan and the strap of your top off your shoulder, giving her more skin to bite and suckle on.
You bring a hand up to thread through her hair, nails scratching against her scalp as you push your chest into her mouth. She groans, a deep rumbly sound that goes straight to your cunt.
“Been thinking about this,” you confess, hips twitching as she cups you through your top, barely hold back a whine as she pinches your hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Abby chuckles, vibrations working across your skin as she palms you. “Yeah, sweetheart?” A particularly hard suck on the swell of your tit, making you moan. “What about?”
Soft pants leave your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth grows between your legs. “Fuck… Y-Your mouth—”
A grin splits Abby’s lips, eyes crinkling as she looks up at you, taking in the way your head is thrown back. “My mouth?”
You nod, swallowing hard as she drifts down, lips taking over for her fingers as she bites you through your top. You whine, high in the back of your throat, blinking your eyes open to look down at her.
She’s so unbelievably hot, big eyes smiling up at you as she teases you between her teeth, drawing those sweet noises from your throat. She’s playing you like a damn fiddle and she’s loving every second of it.
“Mmhm,” you moan, licking your lips. “Always feels so f-fucking good. Need it so bad--”
Abby breaks away from your chest, fingers taking back over the second her mouth leaves you.
“Where?” Her voice is low as she rises up, nosing along your soft skin while she moves up, up, up-- until her lips are barely brushing yours. “Here?”
She leans in, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth and so, so wet. She pulls away far too quickly, a string of spit connecting you, hot breath fanning over your open mouth as you try to pull her back in. “This where you need it, baby?”
You do, you need her to kiss you again so fucking badly, but you know what she’s asking. So, you reluctantly shake your head, looking up into her fiery eyes. She smirks, shifting to kiss back down to your chest, burying herself in the fat of your tits, like she belongs there. She groans, hand moving down to grip your waist as she looks up at you.
“What about here?”
Your hips shift, back arching as you press her closer, feeling yourself growing wetter as she groans in appreciation. Your panties are soaked, thighs hot and sticky as you squirm beneath her.
Your head shakes, not trusting your voice right now while she’s looking up at you like this.
“Oh, I see,” she says teasingly, hand on your waist straying down, fingers dancing along your thigh to where the hem of your skirt is bunched up between you. Sparks shoot through your veins when her hand touches bare skin, thighs clamping around her hips as you feel yourself throb.
God you’re desperate.
Her touch is featherlight, grazing teasingly up under the fabric of your skirt, higher and higher until she reaches the edge of your panties, soft blue lace that tickles her fingertips.
Her strong hand, so big and warm compared to your own, cups you over the lace, ring and middle finger pressing against your weeping cunt. A shuddering gasp leaves your lips, hand in her hair tightening, the other scrunching the fabric of her tank across her back. She moans, muffled against your tits.
“This is where you need it, huh? Can feel how fucking wet you are,” she grunts, pulling away from your chest to lean up, capturing your lips once more in a desperate, hungry kiss.
You whine and keen into her mouth as she works you over, hips stuttering up to grind against her palm, your clit swelling against the friction of your soaked panties.
She pulls back, panting as the two of your catch your breath, eyes hooded as she looks down at you, black swallowing that lovely blue, tongue peaking out to lick at her swollen lips. Without another word she shifts, slowly sliding down your body, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses in her wake. It’s sensual and so fucking hot, her hand not stilling from where she fucks you through your panties.
She kisses down your sternum, your stomach, your hip, pausing when she gets to the fabric of your skirt. She uses the hand not rubbing at your clit to move it out of the way, smoothing her big hand up your thigh to drag the fabric up, pushing it to bunch at your hips.
Your hips cant up, and Abby gets an eyeful of you for the first time. She swallows, staring down at the lace she instantly recognises from the photo you sent, the blue that sits flush and clinging to the shape of your pussy.
“Fuck, baby,” she groans, moving to rest on her stomach, swollen lips kissing and nipping at the smooth skin of your thighs. “This all f’me?”
“Yes—Abby—All for you,” you whimper, coherent thoughts already slipping from your brain.
She pushes your thighs wider as she moves up, head disappearing underneath the fabric of your skirt as she finally, finally nudges up against your cunt. Her strong nose bumps your clit as she presses against the straining fabric, inhaling deep, tongue pressing thick and flat over the soaked gusset.
You both moan simultaneously, you at the hot, cloying feeling of her tongue against your clothed cunt, her at the first taste of you through the lace.
“Oh god—” You scramble at the fabric of your skirt, tugging it up and tight in your fist to see her pressed between your legs. “T-Take them off—please, I need to feel you—”
Abby’s already got her fingers hooked in the elastic, shuffling back to peel the lingerie off your slick pussy. You bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping an arm around them as you help her slide them off your ankles, biting your lip at the way she grips your calves and manhandles you.
She balls up your panties in her fist, shoving them in the back pocket of her jeans as she settles back down. Her strong hands grip the fat of your hips, pulling you down further on the truck bed so you’re lying flat on your back. She throws one of your legs over her shoulder, the other she presses down to the bed of the truck, opening you wide for her.
“Such a pretty pussy,” she murmurs, breath hot over your cunt, wrapping a strong arm around your thigh, fingers playing lazily in your folds. You squirm beneath her, twitching your hips up towards her face.
“Abby…” you whine, looking down at her, chin touching your heaving chest as you watch, eyes wide and hazy.
She flicks hers up to meet yours, a smirk splitting her lips as she uses two fingers to part you before finally leaning in.
You throw your head back against the blanket at first contact, the flat of her tongue swiping up the entirety of your cunt, the tip lightly flicking against your swollen clit. You take a deep breath, hips twitching under her at the sensation, sharp zaps of electricity setting your nerves alight.
“Shit,” you curse under your breath, the hand gripping your skirt tightening.
Abby hums, indulging in a few more kitten licks before she’s wrapping those swollen. pouty lips around your clit, sucking the bundle into her mouth. She suckles, the lewd slurping sound making your cheeks turn bright red, the rhythmic throb punching the air from your lungs.
She releases you with a smack of her lips, flattening her tongue again to run up through your folds, briefly tonguing at your clenching hole as she passes, but always straying back to your clit, never getting tired of the way it pulses in her mouth.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” she murmurs, accent growing stronger the more pussy drunk she gets. She won’t admit it out loud, but she fucking loves being down here, drinking you up. If she had less shame, she’d beg you for it.
You push at the back of her head, pressing the heel of your foot against her back to urge her on, burying her deeper against you. She groans, messily licking up everything you give her. Drifting down, her nose nudging against your clit as she starts to fuck you with her tongue, the pulsing muscle slowly stretching your out the deeper she gets, slippery and so fucking hot.
You gasp, a choked off sound that has your toes curling as you hold her there, your hips coming up to grind against her face-- the way her nose feels against your clit making your head spin.
“Holy shit—Abs, baby—” You can hardly form a sentence, broken noises leaving your throat as you use her, fuck against her like your own personal toy. You could cum just like this, and she knows it.
Abby grunts, her shoulder dropping to the bed of the truck as a hand slips under her hips, hastily unbuttoning her jeans. A low groan, long and vibrating against your cunt leaves her lips as she sinks the hand past her boxers, shifting up onto her knees to get a better angle. You can feel the way her arm moves under your thigh, the way she rubs furiously at her clit as she fucks you on her tongue, drowning in you as you gush against her nose and mouth.
You lift your head up from the bed, blinking your hazy eyes open to look at the sight before you, the way she pulls you closer with the arm wrapped around your thigh, how deep she’s buried in your pussy as she works her own, the sounds of her wet cunt muffled through her jeans.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—” you pant, needy sounds growing higher and higher in pitch as you watch her. You want to keep watching, want to sear the image of her fucking herself like this into your brain but your head falls back, back arching as you press up into her mouth.
“Gonna— Abby m’gonna fucking cum—”
“F-Fuck-- Yeah?” Abby groans, flicking her tongue over your sensitive clit. “Gonna cum on my fucking face, pretty girl?” She sucks your clit into her mouth, dragging her tongue over the bundle as you squeal and squirm underneath her.
You let go of your skirt, both hands coming to the back of Abby’s head as you tug on her hair, nails scratching against her scalp. You can’t tell if you’re trying to push her away or keep her there.
“I’m cumming—I’m cumming, I’m—” You mouth drops open, jaw slack as a loud moan spills from your lips. Your hips snap up, freezing in place as your thighs tremble, that coiling feeling in your gut snapping.
Abby groans, lapping hungrily at your cunt as you cum, swallowing everything you have to give her. Her hips twitch as she fucks herself, rocking against her hand as she works herself to the edge.
She’s relentless, suckling you and making borderline pornographic noises as she practically eats you alive. She pulls you closer, using that single arm wrapped around your thigh to bury herself deeper, nose coming back in grind against your throbbing clit.
That familiar feeling builds again, quicker and more intense than before.
“A-Abby you’re gonna—” Her tongue slides deep inside you, curling as she messily thrusts. “O-Oh fuck I’m gonna cum again—”
“Do it,” she murmurs, words slurring together as she fucks you, mind hazy and filled with nothing but your pussy against her face. “Need it so bad—"
Something bursts behind your eyes, white hot and all consuming. Your second orgasm shatters you, nothing but a long keening whine escaping your throat as you lock your thighs around Abby’s face, keeping her pressed so tight against your spasming cunt.
“Shit—I’m—” she gasps, a loud groan ripping from her throat as her own hips stutter, her orgasm rushing through her as she works you through your second, trapped between your thighs.
The muscles in your legs give out, thighs falling open and releasing Abby from where you were crushing her. You have to physically pull her away when it gets too much, when her tongue goes from being perfect and just what you need to overstimulating. “A-Abby… Too much…”
She parts from you with a groan, her wet cheek coated in a lewd mixture of her spit and your cum resting against your twitching thigh. She slips her hand out from her jeans, wiping her slick fingers on her inner thigh as her hips collapse down onto the truck bed.
You both lay there, catching your breath, the hand on your thigh rubbing soothing circles, your fingers gently massaging her scalp.
“That was…” You trail off, blinking your eyes open to look up at the stars. “I think you fucked the words out of me,” you giggle, smile growing as Abby laughs against your thigh, hiding her face against the flesh.
“Shit,” she sighs, laughter in her voice. “I really fucking needed that.”
You hum, raking your nails down her scalp. “Me too.”
♡ ︎♡ ︎♡
It takes you a bit to get situated again, gently cleaning each other up with the wipes you stashed deep in your bag, buttoning up jeans and pulling down skirts. Abby refuses to give you back your panties, keeping them buried in her back pocket for her to take home.
You’re sitting up against the truck cabin, back straight as Abby sits in front of you, letting you comb out and re-braid the hair that you messed up with your tugging and pulling. It’s nice, intimate, makes your heart pound wildly in your chest.
“There.” You finish tying off the end, letting the braid fall against her strong back. “You sure I wasn’t too rough?”
Abby snorts, leaning back to lay against your soft chest. You hook your chin over her shoulder, arms snaking around her middle. “Nah. You never are.”
You hum, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Just checking.”
The two of you sit there, basking in the post-orgasm glow as the sky glitters above you. The sex is always amazing, but this is your favourite part; where Abby is loose and happy, free with her affections. Where she welcomes your touches and kisses, offering them in return.
It’s so cruel of her.
A buzz from the corner of the truck bed, lower than the purr of the crickets hiding in the grass breaks the peaceful silence. You try your best to ignore it, to cling to Abby in this moment, but it buzzes again, then once more.
Abby sighs, leaning out of your grasp and over to her bag in the corner, rifling through it for her phone. She turns it on as she rests back against your chest.
“Who is it?” You ask, trying to be as casual as possible.
She sighs, locking the screen and dropping it face first onto the blanket next to you. “Owen. He’s been blowing up my phone all day.”
Your stomach drops, the taste of strawberry on your tongue souring at the mention of his name.
You can’t help but feel a bit guilty for your reaction, knowing that really, Owen isn’t that bad of a guy. You’ve met him a few times, and though it kills you to admit it, you enjoyed his company. Everyone does. He’s just… nice.
“What does he want?”
You know what he wants, what stage of the cycle you’re trapped in.
“He wants to meet up, grab coffee or something.” Her voice is even, though slightly softer than usual. She picks at one of the rips in her jeans, no longer looking at the sky.
“Oh.” You shift, clearing your throat. “Are you going to go?”
The muscles in her back tense against your chest. Her breathing stutters, just for a second, before she breaths out long and slow. Resigned.
“Yeah, probably.” Then quieter, so much so you almost don’t catch it, “I miss him.”
Your heart shrivels up in your chest, shame and embarrassment crushing you under its shared weight.
You know how this goes; it happens the same way every single time. But you usually get a bit more time than this, a few more chances to commit the feeling of her to memory before Owen convinces her to ‘meet up to talk’.
“Why?” You ask before you can stop yourself, too much emotion slipping through your voice. “Why do you keep going back to him?”
Abby just shrugs. “It’s easy. He’s… familiar. Safe.” She pauses, like she’s trying to think of things to say, reasons why it should be obvious. “My dad likes him.”
And that’s it. That’s everything she offers you, because she has nothing else to say.
She leans back, bringing a calloused hand up to cup your cheek. You subconsciously tilt into it, your body seeking out every single touch of hers that she so graciously offers you.
She leans in, lips brushing yours ever so softly. Genuine.
Final.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.”
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More Hearts Than Mine-His Brother Interrupts Their Vacation
~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~ Author's Note: Not requested but have had this idea for a while and since the 4 nations tournament has concluded (Mackinnon mvp hell yeah) anyways enjoy :) Summary: Quinn crashes Luke's romantic getaway to the lakehouse Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 4,502 Luke Hughes x fm!reader
She sat in the passenger seat staring outside the window, seeing it snow slightly on the ground. There was soft country music playing in the car, Luke was humming along to the song as he was running his hand along her thigh in a slow teasing manner.
“You know, Lu, most NHL players travel somewhere tropical during breaks like this,” she offered as she rested her hand on top of his hand. He chuckled while shaking his head.
“You only had four days, so my love, we got an easy getaway to the lake house–in the snow,” he explained while squeezing her thigh for a second. “After you graduate, we can take a trip to any island you want,” he explained, glancing towards her. Their eyes connected for a second as she smiled softly.
“I’m just messing with you,” she said as she interlocked their fingers, “I’m happy to get away from our life for a few days,” she explained. Luke raised their interlocked hands towards his face, he pressed a delicate kiss to the back of her hand.
“It’ll be fun, we have the hottub and the fireplace and all the cuddling in the world,” he offered softly. He stopped at a stop sign and turned right down the road to lead towards the lake house.
“It’s snowing outside and you want to go in the hottub?” she asked while giggling. He tossed his head back.
“You brought your swimsuit, didn’t you?” he asked while laughing. She rolled her eyes dramatically. “It’s like the best way to be in a hottub,” he explained as he looked towards her for a moment.
They sat quietly for a few seconds as he continued to drive cautiously down the street in the snow. It wasn’t heavy but it was still enough for him to be extra careful while driving.
“How’s Jack settling in?” she asked.
“He said it’s been fun so far. He wishes Quinn was there but what can you do,” he explained while shaking his head slightly.
“Have you spoken to him?”
“Texted a little, he’s been in a mood with everything he’s dealing with,” he explained, “I didn’t want to make it worse,”
Her lips fell into a small pout, “Like you could ever make anything worse,” she offered quietly. He smiled softly as he turned into the driveway of the house. Swiftly, putting the rental car into park. Quickly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted his body towards her.
“I’ll give him a call later today,” he mumbled as he tilted his head against the headrest. She smiled towards him as she unbuckled her own seatbelt and reached towards him. Y/N rested her hand against his cheek, rubbing her thumb against the apple of his cheek.
“Good,” she mumbled as she leaned towards him, pressing her lips against his for a few seconds.
“Ready?” he asked quietly. She nodded before pecking his lips one more time before she reached towards the passenger door. Luke grinned as he followed in pursuit. He jogged towards the backseat and pulled out the one shared suitcase they had brought. They were only planning on going into town once or twice while they were here.
Luke’s plans didn’t really include clothes but she forced him to birng enough for the days that they were at the lake house.
“Here, baby,” Luke let out as he held up the keys in his hand. She nodded as he tossed the keys towards her. She caught it effortlessly as she cautiously walked towards the front door towards the lakehouse. Luke took the suitcase from the backseat and kept it in the air as he slammed the door shut. He kept his car keys in his hand as he locked the car and followed after her.
She was already inside, it was so cold outside she didn’t want to stay outside any longer than she had to. Luke dropped the suitcase to the ground for only a second as he pushed open the door. He stepped inside, letting out a sudden huff of air as he rested the suitcase near the door.
“Lukey?” she called out. He hummed as a reply while he twisted the lock on the door. “Where’s the bathroom again? I want to shower the airport smell off of my body,” she mumbled as she stepped out of the kitchen area.
Luke bit his bottom lip as he fought off a grin. He kicked his shoes off as he began to walk towards her. “Come on, I’ll show you,” he said as he held out his hand towards her. She rolled her eyes playfully as she rested her hand into his. He led the charge as a giggle fell from her lips.
“You’ll show me?” she asked teasingly. He spun around as he began to walk backwards, he nodded slowly. She smirked as she watched him awkwardly bump into the closed door of the bathroom. He gasped as a chuckle fell from his lips.
Quickly, he pushed the door open. Luke pulled her inside as she giggled again. He kicked the door shut behind them. Reaching towards her waist, he pressed her body against the countertop. Her hands rested on the base of his neck before he leaned towards her desperately kissing her lips.
She hummed against his lips as he toyed with the ends of her hoodie covering her frame. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. He kept the pace slow for a while, his hands running along her sides, slowly.
Y/N took a hold of his hoodie, tugging it high off of his frame. He stepped back, taking the ends of his hoodie. Quickly, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. She followed in pursuit and took a hold of her own hoodie and tossed it to the floor.
A smirk formed to his lips before he leaned towards her again. Luke rested his hands on either side of the countertop as he pressed his lips against hers urgently. Delicately, she ran her hands down his chest. Letting her hands glide along each curve of his muscles.
He began to toy with her waistband of her sweatpants. Slowly, he began to tug them off of her frame. She sped up the process, kicking the sweats away from her frame. He smirked as his hands glided along the exposed skin of her hips.
“Come on, baby,” he muttered as he pulled her towards the shower. They both quickly pulled off the rest of their clothes, giggles falling from each of their lips. He turned on the shower quickly, it was almost instant that the hot water began to pour out. He guided her into the shower, their lips connecting instantly.
After a few seconds, she tilted her head back, letting the water hit her face. Luke instantly pressed his lips against the center of her neck. Her hands glided along his upper back as he pressed her back against the wall of the shower. A gasp left her lips as the cold wall sent a shock to her frame. He smirked as he trailed his lips up her neck onto her jawline and before he kissed her lips urgently.
~~~
Luke sat in the center of the couch, Y/N’s legs were draped over his lap. Absent-mindedly, he was caressing the skin of her thighs. She was holding a pillow tightly to her chest as she was starting to doze in and out of sleep. Her eyes slowly flickered open as she shifted her gaze towards the TV.
“Baby, let’s head to bed,” Luke mumbled as he delicately tapped his hand against the tops of her thighs.
“No, no, ‘s okay,” she muttered as she waved her hand slightly towards Luke. He tilted his head to the side, watching her eyes flutter close again. He chuckled softly as he slowly pulled her legs off of his body.”What are you doing, love?” she muttered, her eyes still shut.
“We are going to bed,” he explained as he reached down and took a hold of the pillow resting on her chest. She frowned while crossing her arms over her chest. He rested his hand onto the arm of the couch as he leaned down. He took a hold of her chin, tilting her head up. “My bed is so much more comfortable,” he mumbled.
“But I’m comfortable here,” she mumbled, a pout on her lips. Luke leaned down and pressed his against hers for a few seconds.
“My bed is better and you know it,” he mumbled against her lips. Slowly, her lips curled up into a small smile. She raised her hand up and ran her thumb across his cheek. He kissed her softly, “Come on baby,” he leaned back slowly. She let out a deep breath, reluctantly following in pursuit.
“Fine,” she let out as she began walking down the hallway that led towards his bedroom down the hall. He looped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. She let out a soft chuckle as they stumbled further down the hallway.
Delicately, he pressed his lips against her cheek as they rounded the corner into his bedroom. She slipped away from his grasp and instantly climbed onto the mattress, curling up under the comforter.
He laughed as he watched her practically disappear beneath the blanket. He shut the door and out of habit twisted the lock. Practically leaping over her body and onto the other side of the bed. He laid on top of comfort, tilting his head to the side to see her hair being the only thing sticking out from under the blanket.
He took a hold of the comforter and pulled it away from her face. “Hey,” he let out softly. She let out a breathy laugh as she watched him slowly climb under the comforter. She pressed her lips together as she watched him shuffle awkwardly.
“You were right,” she mumbled, “This is so much better.”
He grinned as he looped his arm around her waist. He began to run his hand along her back as he purposely bumped his nose against hers. “Did you just admit that I was right?” he whispered teasingly.
“Savor it, it won’t happen again,” she whispered as she glided her manicured finger along his jawline. He chuckled before he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. She pursed her lips forward as she fought off a grin.
“I’m gonna savor this,” he muttered before he leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers. She giggled into the kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging the curls. He pulled away slowly, watching her lips curl upward slightly.
“You’re so cheesy,” she mumbled.
“And that’s why you love me,” he muttered teasingly as he bit his bottom lip with a grin forming to his lips.
“I guess so,”
“You guess so?” he asked teasingly as he took a hold of her thigh and pulled her as close as she could lay on top of him. She giggled as she rested her head onto his chest. Their legs quickly entangled as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.
“I love you, Lukey,” she mumbled as she slowly began to trail her finger tip along his chest.
~~~
She was sitting on the couch, her computer sitting in her lap as she was working on her essay that was due in a week and a half. It needed to be at least ten pages and she was on page three. She promised Luke that she would take a break and not work on it. But Luke was out getting them breakfast, so she decided that she would work on it for a while.
There was soft music playing through one of the speakers resting on the kitchen counter, keeping her mind active. She wasn’t paying attention when the front door was pushed open, she was too focused on the music and her laptop.
“Baby!” Luke sing-songed loudly as he practically skipped into the house. She jolted slightly, slamming her computer shut and placing it onto the coffee table. She spun her head around, watching Luke happily walk towards the kitchen. “You better not be working on that essay,” he called out.
She chuckled as she stood up from the couch, following after him. “I wasn’t,” she said while she entered the kitchen. She watched him pull out the takeout containers.
“So if I open your laptop it won’t show your essay you promised to take a break from?” he asked as he tipped the takeout bag upside down, letting the plastic utensils and syrup cups fall out.
She leaned down and rested her arms onto the counter, she scanned his frame. He slid the takeout container towards her as he smirked towards her. “I barely wrote a paragraph,” she mumbled. He hummed dramatically as a reply as he flipped open his container. His eyes lit up instantly at the sight of his meal.
“Supposed to be taking a break, remember?” he offered as he began to add butter to his dramatic stack of pancakes.
She chuckled softly as she walked around the kitchen island. Resting her hand onto his arm, she leaned towards him. Y/N delicately pressed her lips to his cheek. “I know, I know,” she mumbled against his cheek.
Looking down towards her, he smiled softly towards her. He pressed his hand against her lower back for a second. He leaned towards her pressing his lips against hers softly. He pecked her lips a few more times before she slipped away from him. She rounded the kitchen island again towards her own food.
“Have you spoken to Jack?” she asked after she began to cut into her own pancakes. Luke nodded with a mouthful of food.
“Called him on my drive back. He’s having a blast,” he explained after he swallowed his food.
“I didn’t know Jack knew what that was like,” she offered teasingly. Luke tossed his head back laughing.
After another thirty minutes, they both finished their food and cleaned up the kitchen swiftly. She was laying on her back on the couch, staring towards the TV screen. Luke was sprailed out on top of her. His head rested on her chest as he glided his hands up and down her frame in the process.
Her fingers ran through his curls, teasingly tugging the pieces every so often. His hand was gliding along her skin, sneaking it up her shirt. “Do you wanna try the hot tub tonight?” he asked softly as his thumb continuously grazed her skin.
Her lips curled upward and before she could answer there was a loud knock against the door. Luke jolted up, hovering over her frame. “Did you order something?” he asked. She shook her head as stared towards the front door. There was another loud knock.
Luke climbed off of the couch, glancing towards the door before looking back towards the couch. “Stay here,” he muttered as he walked toward the door. She sat up slightly, leaning back on her elbows.
Luke took a deep breath as he walked up towards the door. He glanced behind him, looking towards Y/N for a second. Delicately, he pressed his hand against the door and looked into the peephole. “Oh for fuck sake,” he let out as he took a hold of the door handle. He pulled the door open.
“Hey Lukey!” Quinn said nonchalantly as he stepped into the house, rolling a suitcase behind him. “Y/N,” Quinn expressed, glancing towards her on the couch.
Luke pressed his lips together as he kept the door open, watching Quinn step into the house. Y/N instantly sat up, her entire body felt like it was on fire. Suddenly feeling very exposed. Despite her frame being completely covered.
“Wh–what are you doing here?” Luke asked as he shut the door. Quinn stood happily in the center of the living room. He had a wide teasing grin on his lips. Quinn looked towards Y/N, nodding towards her before meeting Luke’s gaze.
“I heard you two were having a little getaway together and I am not ready to be an uncle so I decided to join you two!” he offered teasingly.
Luke and Y/N shared awkward glances.
“I’m just kidding, I got off the plane and called Dad and told him what I was doing and he then told me that you two were already here. So I didn’t mean to crash but since I was already in town. Here I am!” he explained, the grin still on his lips. “But I’m not kidding about the uncle thing,” he expressed as he pointed his finger towards Luke and then towards Y/N.
“What’s wrong with your place in Vancouver?” Luke asked as he rested his hands onto his hips.
“If they say I’m healthy I may get to play in the tournament so I thought I would stay here while they decide that,” Quinn explained. He nodded towards them as he started walking down the hallway towards his room. “Pretend I’m not here!” he called out from the hallway.
Quickly, she climbed off of the couch and darted towards Luke. “It’ll be fine–fun even! How often do you see Quinn? Like never,” she offered. Luke nodded slowly as he stared completely passed Y/N’s head. “Luke?” she mumbled. He didn’t respond, disassociating by staring past her head.
She took a deep breath as she smacked her hand against his chest, “Plans have changed but you never see him, now is your chance,” she explained. He forced his gaze to meet her eye. He nodded again.
“You’re right,” he mumbled. He took a deep breath, “There’s leftovers from the breakfast place we love in the fridge if you want it!” he yelled out towards Quinn.
“Oh hell yeah!” he called back.
Instantly, Luke wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned down and rested his forehead onto her shoulder. She rested her hand onto the base of his neck, running her hand along his neck.
“So much for a romantic getaway,” he mumbled before he tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips against her neck.
“Such a drama queen,” she expressed teasingly. He smirked as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck again. Swiftly, he tightened his grip along her waist. He lifted her up in the air. She giggled while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Slowly, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He trailed his lips from her neck towards her jawline, peppering her jawline.
“If you guys are gonna do that, can you keep it in Lukey's bedroom please?” Quinn said as he walked out of the hallway. He walked past them towards the kitchen.
She tilted her head back, looking down towards Luke. He clenched his jaw as his eyes widened slightly. “You’ll be fine,” she mumbled teasingly before she leaned towards him, pecking his lips for a second. Y/N tapped her hands against his shoulder, “Go catch up,”
Slowly, she glided down his frame, her hands ran along his chest. He tilted his head back, biting his bottom lip. “I’m gonna go shower,” she let out, raising her eyebrows towards him.
Luke tilted his head back, a pout fell on his lips. He reached towards her, begging for her to drag him along. She ignored his grabby hands as she continued to walk down the hallway towards the bathroom. Luke let out a sigh as he walked into the kitchen. Quinn was staring towards the microwave watching the take out container spin inside.
“I’m happy to see you, I promise man, but you kind of ruined all of my plans,” Luke explained as he stepped into the kitchen. Quinn spun his head around, a laugh leaving his lips in the process.
“Yeah and what were those plans then?” Quinn said teasingly. Luke tilted his head from side to side for a few seconds. His cheeks flushed red while he pursed his lips forward.
“She only had a few days she could take off so this was our only option,” Luke explained while crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why didn’t you guys do a stay-cation at her apartment?” Quinn asked as the microwave beeped. He spun around and pulled out the container.
Luke’s posture straightened as he pulled his lips between his teeth for a moment. He never intended to keep it a secret from Quinn for this long. It was only supposed to last until his rookie season was done and then until Quinn was done with playoffs. Luke tilted his head back and forth as he took a deep breath.
“Her apartment is also my apartment,” he explained while awkwardly shifting his gaze towards the floor. Quinn dropped the takeout container onto the counter. He spun around, his mouth fell open.
“Since when?” Quinn asked with an awkward laugh leaving his lips.
“Oh man, it’s–it’s been about–uhm–”
“Spit it out, Lukey,” Quinn said while crossing his arms over his chest. Quinn fought off a grin on his lips while watching Luke shift awwkardly in front of him.
“Since March last year,” he let out while nodding.
“Do Mom and Dad know?” he asked. Luke nodded. “Oh, so you just forgot to tell me,”
“You didn’t like the idea of me having a girlfriend in my rookie season. So I didn’t know how you would react. I didn’t mean to never tell you. It was just never brought up before,” he explained while avoiding Quinn’s eye.
“I mean you love her, right?” Quinn asked.
“More than anything,” Luke let out genuinely.
“I’ll pretend to not be offended,” Quinn offered teasingly. He leaped towards Luke, pulling him down in a headlock. “Look at you, all in love and shit,” Quinn continued while laughing. Luke nearly fell over while laughing.
“Oh shut up,” Luke let out while pulling away from Quinn. Quinn spun around and took a hold of his take out container. He walked towards a different counter and rested the container on it. “So, you’re not mad I didn’t tell you?”
“Nah, I should’ve known. You two are legit attached at the hip. Where is she anyway?” he asked as he shoved a forkful of pancakes in his mouth.
~~~
It was pitch black out as the three of them were in the hot tub. The TV was set up beside them playing the USA vs. Finland game and it was well into the third period. They spent most of the second and third period in the steaming water.
Quinn’s gaze was constantly on his phone, he was texting the entire game. He would submerge most of his body under the water, letting the heat help heal his body; at least think it would help. He pulled his phone towards his ear, talking quietly into the phone.
Luke and Y/N were snuggled beside one another. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder as he pulled her closer. His other hand was slowly gliding along the inside of her thigh.
He leaned towards her, pressing his lips against her cheek. “You okay?” he asked barely above a whisper. She hummed as she rested her head onto his shoulder. He tilted his head against hers.
“You’re right, this is perfect hot tub weather,” she whispered. He chuckled softly, as he looked towards the TV. “I’m just scared to get out,”
“It’ll suck for like thirty seconds but you’ll feel so good later,” he explained as he glided his fingertips down her arm.
She lifted her head up, meeting his gaze, “Oh really?” she asked barely above a whisper. Luke nodded dramatically as a smile formed on his lips. He raised his hand up as he took a hold of her chin. He leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers delicately.
“Guys really?” Quinn said with a chuckle. He pulled the phone away from his ear for a second.
Luke pulled back, keeping his hand on her chin. He clenched his jaw as he glided his thumb along her bottom lip. “Do you wanna get out soon?” he asked still in a hushed tone.
“Let’s finish the game and then go,” she mumbled.
“They’re up by three goals,” he offered, while raising his eyebrows and fighting off a smirk on his lips. She smiled softly as she tilted her head to the side. “Fine,” he muttered before he pecked her lips.
“Alright, I’ll call you later,” Quinn expressed before he set the phone back down. Quinn had a small smile on his lips as he kept his gaze towards the water. Luke and Y/N stared towards Quinn expectantly. After several seconds, he lifted his head up to look towards their direction. Quinn’s eyes widened as his cheeks flushed red. “What?”
“Who was that?” Luke asked teasingly as he absentmindedly drew shapes along her shoulder.
Quinn pursed his lips forward and shook his head. “No one,” he let out.
“You’re blushing,” Y/N let out teasingly. He splashed some water towards them as a grin formed on his lips. “What’s her name?” she continued.
Quinn tilted his head back, “I’m getting out now,” he let out as he started climbing out of the hot tub. “You two enjoy yourselves,” he said as he fought off a wide grin. Y/N tossed her head back and laughed as she leaned her head against Luke’s shoulder.
“I will not be answering any questions,” he expressed as he wrapped a towel around himself. His teeth shattered as he jogged towards the door to the house. “Don’t have sex in my hot tub!” he called out before he snuck inside.
Luke tightened his grip around Y/N while laughing. “Well if I had known that would’ve scared him off, I would’ve said something sooner,” he offered teasingly. She rolled her eyes playfully.
Luke took a hold of her thigh and pulled her onto his lap. She helped him in the process as she rested her hands on the base of his neck. “I didn’t mean to scare him off,” she mumbled.
“His fault for answering the call and blushing like an idiot,” he offered while tilting his head to the side. She squinted her eyes slightly as she pursed her lips forward.
“You blush like an idiot all of the time,” she offered teasingly as she dragged her thumbs along the sides of his neck. He smiled widely as she leaned forward resting her forehead onto his shoulder.
“I do not,” he let out while laughing.
Quinn stood near the window watching his youngest brother smile and grin like an idiot. Quinn has never seen his little brother smile like that. Not even when he was a little kid. This was the first time he’s ever seen him look so happy. He began to walk away towards the hallway towards his bedroom.
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Can u do one of rapper chris getting drunk at an influencer party and kinda like an angst between them but fluff towards the end
⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris and singer!reader in an argument
the bass is so loud you can feel it in your chest. chris is beside you, and even though you’re surrounded by a crowd of influencers, you still feel chris’ hand on the small of your back.
chris is barely holding it together. he’s laughing loud, joking around with nick and matt, but he’s already had a little too much to drink. you also know he’s done a line of coke earlier, and you can tell he’s not as “on” as he usually is, like he’s in some kind of buzzed haze.
you’re standing near the bar when you feel someone’s eyes on you. you don’t even look, but chris does. you don’t know who it is—some guy in the corner, probably just checking out the crowd—but suddenly, chris goes tense next to you. you look up at him, his face a little darker than usual, the playful edge in his voice gone.
“yo,” he says, low and rough, “you see that? that guy? starin’ at you?”
you roll your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “you’re being dramatic, baby,” i mutter, trying to deflect.
chris is not having it. “nah, nah. that shit ain’t cool,” he slurs, his protective streak kicking in full force. “you lookin’ like that—wearing that skirt, and he’s starin’ at you like that? nah, not today. fuck that.”
“chris, relax,” you say, trying to keep it cool. “he’s just looking, it’s no big deal.”
but that only makes it worse. he leans in close, his breath on your ear. “don’t tell me to relax, kid. ion want random dudes eye fuckin’ my girl. shit’s disrespectful as fuck.”
you can feel his hand gripping your waist a little tighter now, and something inside you snaps. “don’t talk to me like that, chris,” you say, voice a little louder than you mean for it to be. “i’m not some fucking toy or thing that’s owned by you, alright?”
chris’ eyes flash with something dark, but you’re too drunk and too pissed to care. “the fuck? you know i jus’—”
“you just what?” you interrupt, voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration. “you think i can’t take care of myself?”
the air between you both feels thick, and you can feel all eyes on you two now. the anxiety is building up in your chest, but you refuse to back down.
“you’re fucking overreacting,” you mutter, crossing your arms, trying to stop the shaking in your hands.
there’s a moment of silence where neither of you speak, and it feels like time has stopped. you hate fighting with him, especially when you know it’s because he’s drunk. you know he doesn’t mean to be like this, but the longer this goes on, the worse it feels.
finally, after what feels like an eternity, chris steps closer to you, his voice quieter but still intense. “fuck...m’sorry,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair, the tension easing. “i jus’, like, i can’t stand the thought of someone thinkin’ they can touch you ’n shit, makes me feel fuckin’ sick.”
you can feel the softness in his tone now, and it makes your heart soften too. “i’m not gonna let anyone get close to me if i don’t want them to, chris,” i say, my voice barely above a whisper.
he nods, looking you in the eye, his gaze so sincere now. “i know. i jus’ can’t help it sometimes. m’sorry.”
you take a deep breath, the anxiety starting to lift as you look at him. “i get it. but you gotta trust me more than that, okay?”
chris grins, and you swear it’s like the whole room brightens when he does. “aight. i’ll try. as long as mothafuckers don’t start touchin’ you. ’cause then m’done.”
“yeah, yeah, i know,” you reply, rolling your eyes playfully, but you can’t help but smile back. “you just get jealous, i get it,” i tease cheekily.
chris huffs out a laugh, pulling you into him, his arms wrapping around you tight. “hell yeah, i get jealous. have you fuckin’ seen yourself?” he mumbles, smirking down at you, eyes raking over your pretty face and then down to your body
“whatever, chris,” you mutter, but you're grinning, feeling the weight of the argument fall away as he kisses the top of your head.
“i mean c’mooon,” he says, his voice soft now, teasing. “you too fine for your own good.”
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A Second High

Boyfriend!Thanos x Female!reader
Your boyfriend comes home from getting high with his friends, the only thing on his mind is you and making you feel good.
—
You expected your boyfriend to be home late, but not this late. It was one of his usual nights of going out with his friends doing god knows what, rap battles, trashing cars and random stores, getting himself in trouble and having to send you a late night call from a jail cell. You’ve gotten pretty tired of asking what he was going to do and when he’d be back, you just knew to always have your phone on you and to finally enjoy your peace and quiet.
It was surprising to find out the longer you dated him the more clingy he’d let himself get around you. Everywhere you’d look he’d always be near you in some sort of way. When you’d let him he’d always have his hands on you, just a simple touch of his hand on your thigh calmed him. What surprised you even more was how he was beginning to prefer being with you to his friends.
He used to be so excited to go out and get high, just doing about anything he wanted. But now whenever his friends would text him he’d ignore it or make some kind of excuse. You brought it up one time, asking him why he hasn’t seen them in a while, all he did was shrug and continue toying with your hair. His friends started to pick up on it and were getting annoyed. This time they came over instead of texting and practically dragged him out of the house to come hang out.
Here you were laying in bed, tiredness being long forgotten as your mind runs with worried thoughts about Thanos. You know he can take care of himself and he’s always been fine all the other times they used to hang out; maybe his clinginess is rubbing off on you. As you roll over for the 10th time your heart jumps as you hear a key being put inside the front doors lock. A huge sigh of relief flowing out of you at the sound of your boyfriend’s feet stumbling through the living room.
“Baby?”
You go to reply back but see him walking into your shared bedroom, his face lighting up at the sight of you. “Hey baby, were you sleeping?”
You shake your head, “no, I can’t fall asleep.”
He puts a small frown on his face at your words. “You need some help?” Thanos didn’t need you to answer as he already starts climbing into bed and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging your body towards his. He shoves his face into your hair and inhales your smell, letting out a little hum.
Your curiousness gets the best of you, “so what did you guys do?”
He brushes your hair out of your face and tilts your head so you can look at him better, “the boys tried getting me to rap battle this one guy.” He shakes his head and fiddles with the strap of your tank top, “I wasn’t up for it, so we just smoked and hung out.”
You give him a little smile as you cup his cheek, he leans into the simple touch. “I wanted to come home hours ago, they took my car keys.” He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, “I missed you.”
You return the kiss, “I missed you too.”
“No, like I really missed you.”
He doesn’t let you move away from him and pulls you closer. His lips returning to yours but making the kiss last longer than the one before. A little noise creeps up his throat and hits your ears. His hand moves down towards your waist and pulls it towards him.
The need for oxygen becomes too much, you try to pull away but instead earn a whine from Thanos as he continues to follow your lips. “Baby I need to breathe.” He reluctantly obliges and kisses down your chin to your neck, sucking the skin around your pulse. You let out a small sigh at the sensation and lean your head back to give him more room. He pushes you backwards on the bed and hovers above you as he continues to attack your neck.
His hands slip under your top and roam around your stomach and sides. The little noises you let escape your mouth encourages him further as he sucks harder, starting to leave bruises on multiple parts of your neck. When he goes more down towards your collar bone you let your fingers tangle through his hair and give a small tug earning a deep groan from him.
He uses his teeth to pull your tank top down to let your boobs free, his mouth immediately attaching to one of your nipples, his left hand toying with the other one doing the same motions that he does with his tongue. “Mm Thanos.” He moans in response to his name sounding so good and whiny coming out of you.
When he feels you starting to squirm and get impatient he lets go of your boobs. He slowly lowers his body down to where you need him, leaving kisses on your body in his way. As he reaches your panties he gives them a kiss, his lips hitting your clit through the fabric causing your breath to hitch.
“I missed you so much princesa.”
His fingers curl around the straps of your panties and start slowly sliding them down your legs, he throws the material somewhere in the room. Your cunt being in perfect display for him.
“You look so pretty, I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Before Thanos could stop himself he starts kissing your cunt as he would kiss you. His tongue peaking out through his lips and hitting your clit just right. Your fingers give his hair another tug as you try to lift your hips up towards his face, seeking more attention. Thanos smiles at your neediness and gives you what you want, the only thoughts running through his mind are to make you feel good.
He parts his lips and licks strips up and down your cunt collecting all your juices. He sucks your clit into his mouth and uses his tongue to run patterns on it. After a few moments he lets your bundle of nerves go and sticks his tongue inside of you, getting a full taste of just how sweet you are.
He groans, “Fuck baby you taste so good.” His tongue goes as deep as it can inside of you as Thanos tries to get everything he can of you.
When he comes back up he goes to give the same attention to your clit as before, but this time he pushes a finger inside of you so your walls have something to clamp down on. Your cunt spasms around his finger, you feel yourself getting to your brink but you just need more.
“More please.”
Thanos hums at your begging and gives you another one of his fingers. Your walls stretch around two of his digits as he increases the pace of his tongue on your clit. His other hand moves up towards your chest and starts toying with your nipples, the pleasure mixing with your lower pleasure. The tightness in your stomach starts to get stronger as your cunt starts pulsing in his mouth.
“There you go sweetheart, cum for me.”
Your noises get louder the closer you get to your release. You subconsciously push his head deeper into you as your other hand grips the bed sheets. You feel his tongue tracing letters on your clit.
T
H
A
N
O
S
And again on repeat.
This brings you to your edge. You let out a high pitch moan as your cunt gushes around Thanos’s fingers and into his mouth. He lets go of your clit so you don’t get too sensitive and moves back down to lick up the remainder juices.
He moves back up your body when he’s satisfied and pushes his two fingers inside of your mouth, letting you get a taste of yourself. “See how good you taste?” You nod your head as you suck on him.
“I could live off of you. You’re like a high that I never come down from. I’m never leaving you.”
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A/n: let’s be real here, Thanos is definitely the guy that loves giving his girlfriend head and tracing his name with his tongue on her.
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shark infested waters // alexia putellas
alexia putellas x swimmer!reader (mlist)
warnings: mostly fluff, swimming terms, google translated spanish
summary: alexia drags you to meet her friends
word count: 1732
You were laying on the sofa at with Nala half drifting in and out of sleep when Alexia brings it up,
"I have team bonding tonight,"
You give a light hum without opening your eyes because she always liked to inform you even though you didn't mind her going without you- like you had told her a million times.
"I think... you should come with me?"
Now you were awake, eyes blinking rapidly as you sat up and looked at Alexia. Ever since you'd met her, she had always been confident in herself and sometimes borderline stoic but now she looked a little sheepish. Her hands fidgeting in her lap and looking everywhere but you.
Had she thought that you would say no?
You gently push Nala off your lap and bring Alexia into your arms- the hug is sweet, mostly because of her flowery perfume but also because you can feel the nervousness dissipate from her.
"Of course I'll come with you, Ale," You mumble into her hair as you hold her.
Sure, you'd only really been dating for five months and most of that time was spent talking through the phone rather than holding each other but you still felt as though you'd know Alexia so much longer.
You hear a soft, "Gracias,"
You pull away to give her a kiss before leaning back on to the sofa, this time taking Alexia with you so that she lay on top of you.
"So... when are we leaving?"
"30 minutes,"
You flinch, "What!"
You immediately get up off the sofa and notice that Alexia is already dressed, she leans on her arm and watches you. You can hear her laughing as you run towards the bedroom- you frantically open the part of the closet that Alexia had cleared out for you.
It's practically barren of any nice clothes, instead it's filled with team issue tracksuits and t-shirts littered with American flags, all looking worse for wear and a little bit too patriotic to wear outside the comfort of the pool or home.
You feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle as you continue to rip through all your clothes in hopes of finding something.
"Ale... I have nothing to wear- where is this place? What are we doing? Is it drinks or dinner? At someone's or-"
Alexia cuts you off with a kiss and you melt into it straight away, she knows that she's your weakness and exploits it every single time you ramble.
"Relax, cariño- no one cares what you will wear,"
You scoff, "They are gonna think I'm some bum if I show up in sweats, Ale!"
"Or a crazy American... God, I don't know which is worse."
She chuckles and squeezes you before putting her hands on yours- making you stop in your tracks to look at her. If you weren't in a hurry you'd tell her that she looks like a vision, her cream sweater fits her perfectly and the tailored trousers hug her in all the right places.
She makes your heart beat that tiny bit faster as she looks into your eyes.
"Maybe I'll help, no?" Alexia suggests and you nod.
She leads you to the bed and pushes you so that you sit on it, giving you a front row seat as you watch Alexia sift through your limited closet.
She holds up a pair of black tailored trousers that you'd completely forgotten about- the only time you had worn them was an interview in Australia about mental health in swimming two months ago and you had promptly forgotten about them since.
Alexia smirks, "These are going to fit perfectly, cariño,"
You roll your eyes but smile anyway, "I still don't have any shirts, baby,"
You watch as Alexia picks out the nicest of your t-shirts- It's an old Nike shirt that you got from an ad campaign, the design is very subtle with a faded out pool in the middle.
It's one of the only shirts that doesn't have an American flag or swim meet logo on it- and probably the one that you wear the least, which leaves it in good condition.
You raise your brows in question but eventually nod in agreement- you're just happy that she hasn't pulled out one of her tops because you didn't want to look ridiculous in a shirt a size small.
You strip and change into the clothes Alexia helped you pick before walking to the hallway to look in the mirror- It wasn't the worst outfit ever but it was nothing compared to Alexia's. You watch her in the mirror reflection- she looks perfect.
You turn to her and place your hands on her hips,
"Do we have to go?" You wiggle your brows.
She pokes at your chest and laughs "Cariño, I already told them-"
"Maybe we can be a little late?"
You make a show of kissing down Alexia's neck and you hear her sigh softly, her arms wrap around your shoulders and she leans into the touch.
You have always found her intoxicating- ever since you'd met at that game, she has been at the forefront of your mind whenever you weren't in the water.
And you could just kiss her forever if she'd let you.
You feel one of Alexia's arms leave your neck and rest on your stomach, making you flex under the touch- then you feel her soft push.
"Okay, okay- Let's go," You chuckle.
You both slip on your shoes, hers are nice polished boots while yours are dirty white sneakers that you should have washed a while ago. You forgo a jacket because you still aren't used to the Spanish heat, even in the evenings you feel hot.
Alexia puts on her leather jacket and kisses your cheek before saying goodbye to Nala then you make your way out of the flat and into the elevator.
You immediately pull out your phone and pull Alexia closer, you kiss her cheek sloppily and snap a picture then another with you sticking your tongue out and Alexia laughing.
She rolls her eyes at your antics but smiles lovingly in the pictures even if she finds you slightly childish.
After the elevator photoshoot, you walk to Alexia's cupra that's parked in the underground garage. You hop into the passenger's side while Alexia slides into the drivers, she starts the car which awakens the radio that plays soft Spanish music.
The drive is mostly silent with the two of you holding hands on your thigh until you break the comfortable silence.
"So... who's gonna be there?"
Alexia rattles off a few names that you only recognise from her mentions of them over the phone. Then she sees your nervous expression out of the corner of her eye,
"They will all love you, cariño,"
She runs her thumb over your knuckles and you calm down slightly.
You were nervous, nervous that they would all hate you or think that Alexia could do better. You had never had a relationship last long enough for you to meet their friends or family but Alexia was different, you wanted this to work- you wanted them to like you.
You take a deep breath and try to relax, you would make it work.
Soon after, Alexia parks the car and you walk to a little hole-in-the-wall looking restaurant that you can't read the name of. She pulls you inside and you see the large table with a group of people sitting around it- you could only assume that all of them were Alexia's teammates.
They all look very well dressed and you regret not wearing some kind of jacket to cover up your t-shirt.
They all greet each other with kisses on the cheek, hugs and Spanish greetings then Alexia squeezes your hand and pulls you forwards.
"Esta es mi novia, Y/N." Alexia smiles at you and you can only assume that she has just introduced you.
So you lift your hand up in an awkward wave that you regret instantly,
"Hola," You say in the worst accent imaginable and you hear a few of them chuckle but greet you kindly.
After the introductions are over, you are seated next to Ingrid with Alexia on your other side- She's catching up with her friends in Spanish and you look slightly lost until Ingrid speaks up,
"So, what do you do for work, Y/N?"
You would have assumed that Alexia had mentioned it but maybe Ingrid is just being polite-
"I'm a swimmer... like, professionally," You stutter out.
Ingrid smiles kindly and you appreciate her patience then someone leans over from Ingrid's other side and you see a woman with a large grin on her face.
"Do you watch football?" She asks with a grin.
You flush because you didn't watch soccer... and know only the absolute basics.
"Maria," Ingrid elbows the woman- Maria.
"No, it's okay... err... I don't really, Maria,"
You continue, "Only if Ale is playing,"
Maria laughs loudly and it sounds like a cat is dying, Ingrid smiles fondly at her.
"I'm Mapi,"
She leans over Ingrid's lap to shake your hand and you smile at her before she returns to her own seat.
You chat with Ingrid and Mapi until the food comes, they ask about your training and swimming, in turn you ask about them. What they do outside of football which turns into them showing you pictures of their cat and you awing at every picture.
You order some kind of salmon dish that tastes as nice as it looks which you are thankful for and the light conversation continues through the dinner. Aitana tries to teach you some Spanish and then Catalan which you pronounce so terribly that she visibly cringes.
The evening soon comes to an end and goodbyes are said before you and Alexia go back to her car, taking your places in the driver and passenger seats.
The drive back is comfortable and silent because both of you are tired from an evening of socialising, then when you slip into the elevator Alexia kisses you deeply. Your hands immediately go to her shoulders and you press yourself against her, the kiss breaks and her head falls to your chest.
"Thank you, cariño,"
You smile and place a hand on her cheek, making her look up at you.
"For you, absolutely anything."
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The sky was angry, that much was certain. Between the flashes of lightning that turned night to day, and the massive claps of thunder that shook the very ground…there was much rage. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why…until I heard a clatter in my storage shed. I lived alone in the woods, nothing just fell…
Now I’m not a cautious person. I’m not scared by this, I don’t rush to grab a kitchen knife or sword or what have you. It is probably just some scared critter trying to take cover from the storm. I can’t blame them, I don’t plan on kicking them out. All I plan to do is make their stay more comfortable and nothing less. So out in the storm I go to the shed…I don’t much feel the cold anymore, just like I don’t feel the warmth either. Sort of numb anymore, but that is neither here nor there. I open the shed to see…
…a little girl. She was muddy and terrified and quickly she grabbed…a spade…to defend herself. I make no aggressive movement. The sheer amount of fear pouring off of her could almost be smelled in the air. This girl was being chased, hell hunted. She looked like a cornered fox during the hunt.
“Hello.”
I stayed by the door to the shed. I wasn’t going to encroach in her space more than I had to. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She swings the spade a couple of times but honestly no harm no foul in my book. She is scared, I get it. What ever was chasing her must be pretty…
…oh. I pause to look back over my shoulder. Something entered my land, Oh a lot of somethings. They should know better. I have signed treaties by the king. At least now I know why she is running.
“Pl…please…please don’t give me to them. Please I beg of you…I…I don’t want to die…not like that…not like that.”
She just fell to her knees sobbing. My heart broke in that moment, started to beat faster too. This is what it feels like to be angry again eh? It’s been a while, I had almost forgotten. It was nice not being angry, not being bothered. Still, all good things come to an end. I…I didn’t want this to happen so soon. I didn’t want to give it up…I wanted it for a bit longer, to cherish it. I’ll miss it…
…my peace and quiet.
Still all good things come to an end I suppose. I can’t be idle, not right now. I’m a bastard but I’m not a monster…though I suppose that depends on what legends you listen to. I offered the little girl my hand.
“I won’t give you to them. Here you are safe, you don’t need to hide out here. Come into the main part of the house, sit by the fire. I have stew��and I’ll talk to these nice ‘people’. We’ll get it all sorted out.”
She seemed hesitant and I couldn’t blame her, she doesn’t know me from anyone and when she grabbed my hand she sent a bit of power through me. I knew she was just feeling out my intentions and emotions, I wasn’t going to begrudge her a little protection. Then she looked very confused…and I just smiled…this girls aura is clean. She has done nothing wrong, crossed no moral lines anyway. I’m just interested to see why they were hunting her through the forest. She got up and went with me to my main house. I wrapped her in a blanket, put her in front of the fire with some stew and a lovely hunk of bread I made myself. I pulled my curtains of course; they don’t need to be looking in my window. She’ll be safe, I know it.
BANG! BANG!
“OPEN UP IN THE NAME OF THE INQUISITION! UNDER ORDER OF THE HOLY GOD SOLAS, WE DEMAND ENTRANCE INTO YOUR HOME!”
That is someone who thinks they have power here, at least by the tone of their voice. The little girl jumps of course, big scary man hammering on a door would do that to anyone. A little pat to her shoulder before I turn to the door. She was still confused, but a little less scared. I bet she is still trying to process what she learned about me, takes a bit really. I don’t blame her. Still she was eating now, that was good.
When I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of a dozen armored and armed men. One of course was better armed and armored than the rest, he wore a very familiar symbol on his chest. I smile of course, I’m shorter than they are and unarmed. I’m not a threat to them…in their eyes.
“Sir, do you know where you are? Don’t worry I’ll answer that question for you. This is the Forbidden Forest. There has been a treaty in place for the last one hundred and fifty years that keep the kingdom and their enforcers, that would be you, from entering without the expressed consent of the individual that lives here, that would be me. You are breaking a treaty written in blood and supported by the king. Is that something you desire to do? I’ll let you leave right now and we’ll just call this whole ordeal a mistake.”
There was a pause in the leader as he thought of my words. It was almost as though no one had spoken to him like that before. How irritating. Have things fallen out of favor that hard.
“The king no longer rules. The Holy Pope no governs the realm, as the king as beheaded for heresy. All agreements are then null and void. We have authority here, let us in. We are searching for a witch. We…”
I raised my hand and he actually stopped talking. I didn’t think that would work, they clearly aren’t spoken back to at all very often. I could see the soldiers behind him look a bit confused as well.
“What is a witch?”
I needed clarification on that. I don’t know that term save for as a slur against women who were powerful. It was never a good thing and only used for oppression. I don’t like oppression.
“A witch…a woman born with power. That is an affront to our Lord Solas and they must be exterminated. Women are not meant to have power.”
Bigots…I don’t let my smile falter at all. NO matter the century no matter the cause there are always bigots, I know how to deal with bigots. I take one step outside and shut my door. Then they don’t have any line of sight into my house and that little girl will be safe, and she won’t see what comes next.
“First of all they are called Sorcerers, NOT Witches. Witches is a bigoted name used to push women down and allow men to commit violence against them. A person born with power is a Sorcerer, or a bard, or a druid…NOT a witch. Second of all, I don’t care for this Pope who likes to commit violence against women. IN that frame of mind, I’ve decided to resist. You will not be hunting that sweet little girl anymore, and I’ve decided not to forgive you trespassing on my land. You can pray now, if you think it will help.”
I’m old, but not weak. I live alone in a rather dangerous forest…but I’m left alone. It took the creatures of this place one week after I moved in more than one hundred years ago to learn that lesson. All of them laughed a little bit, a mocking tone that I did not much appreciate but I cannot blame them either, they’re idiots…and know not what they do.
“Listen here old man….”
I didn’t want to hear his insult so I punched him square in the breast place. I held back, but only a little bit. He hit the ground hard, about fifteen yards away with his chest caved in. Geeze, I am out of practice aren’t I? Oh well, I’ll have time to get back into the swing of things.
“I’d tell all of you who I am but if you knew that you wouldn’t be here in the first place. I’m going to let you run…and who ever gets to the forest first gets to deliver my message to your Pope. The sleeping giant has awoken and will lay waste to your empire.”
I killed one more after they took a few swings, they might as well be standing still for how slow they are. I’ve been training for a very long time, first as a paladin and then as a monk. I don’t age anymore…I’m older then the country they fight for.
Okay…so I killed three before the other eight turned to run. It was a new one in the least amount of armor who was able to run the fastest. Go figure, the one with the least amount of sin in his aura is the one who would get away. Good for him. They aren’t powerful, not even hardly trained. It looks like they just grabbed people who were bullies and gave them armor and a title and sent them out to do the bidding of the Pope. I’m faster, I’m stronger…and I killed the last seven of them as the rain poured and the thunder shook the ground.
“Solas this is your fault you know. If you talked to the people who would do villainy in your name maybe they wouldn’t. You owe me for what I’m about to do and don’t for one moment think that if you don’t repay me I won’t come up there and show you just how upset I am at having to leave my peace and quiet. You can start by cleaning up these bodies…and ask Tempest to cut the storm out, I’m going to protect all the women, not just this one.”
I knew my words would carry, I haven’t spoken to the gods for a long time…and when I speak they listen. The storm…it died down very quickly and in a bright flash of light the bodies were gone. I had to smirk just a little bit…I still had it at least. That one would get lost in no time, so I had a cushion to get to the pope and kill him. I didn’t want to, but at this point I had to. There wasn’t diplomacy with this. There was murder and that was it. They needed to see their god crumble, that is how it always ended. That is how it needed to end. I thought I could get outside of the cycle.
Back in the house the little girl had been watching through the window and she scrambled back to her seat when I walked back in. The air was still thick with her fear, and well I can’t blame her. I just killed eleven people right in front of her with no weapon or spell. One hundred years ago I could have done it without her even seeing.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. You coming here was the wake up call I needed. I’m…I’m sorry things got so bad.”
I move to sit opposite her on the fire and put a kettle to warm up. We have plenty of time to move, I was going to let her sleep for a while before asking if she wanted to join me, but after a few minutes of silence and her just looking at me, she spoke first.
“I’m need to come with you. They still have my mom. Too many have been hurt. Too many have died.”
Things were bad, she wouldn’t sleep anyway would she? I just nudge the stew to her, and she picks it up and starts eating. There is a sigh that tumbles past my lips as I look at her and just nod. How could I say no really. Not that I had planned to but maybe I could have talked myself into going alone. Maybe when this is all said and done they’ll let me have my peace again. When the Pope’s body is thrown down the stairs to his followers and they see their gods have condemned them instead of helping, maybe that will be enough…but it rarely is. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
"P-please. Don't let them take me…" A witch, a young girl pleaded as she hides in your shed. You see the fear in her eyes as you hear the armored footsteps of the inquisition approached your home. Your heart thumps. They don't take heretics lightly nor one that shields them from their hold.
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Title: Cleaning Up



Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Word Count: ~2.5k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Comfort
POV: First-Person
Summary: cleaning isn’t always better than asking for help.
this is based off my current life experiences rn ngl….
I don’t know when it started. Maybe a few days ago, maybe weeks. Time blurs when I’m like this, stretching out like a long, dark tunnel where I can’t see the light at the end. All I know is that at some point, I stopped making my bed. Then, I stopped doing laundry. Then, dishes piled up, clothes scattered across the floor, and my desk became a mess of unopened textbooks and half-empty water bottles.
Now, my dorm room is a disaster zone.
I tell myself it’s not that bad. I just need to clean up a little, and everything will feel normal again. I just need a reset.
That’s what I tell Paige when she calls me, her voice light but laced with something knowing.
“You comin’ to team dinner, baby?” she asks, and I picture her leaning against her dorm wall, probably already dressed in one of her hoodies and sweats.
I glance at my room—clothes everywhere, my bedsheets half on the mattress, my desk cluttered with God knows what. My chest tightens. “I’m gonna sit this one out. Gotta clean.”
A pause. Then, “You sure? You’ve been missing a lot lately.”
I press my lips together. It’s not that I don’t want to see her or the team. I just can’t. Not when my head feels like it’s drowning, and my room is proof that I’m sinking.
“Yeah,” I say, trying to sound casual. “I just need to clean up a little. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
Another pause. A longer one.
“…Okay.” Paige doesn’t sound convinced, but she doesn’t push. She never does.
I hang up before she can say anything else and toss my phone onto my bed.
The thing about cleaning when I’m like this is that it’s less about making things tidy and more about trying to scrub the weight off my chest. I pick up a shirt, toss it into the hamper. Grab a water bottle, throw it in the trash. Each action is small, but the mess is overwhelming, and no matter how much I do, it never feels like enough.
I don’t know how long I’ve been at it when there’s a knock at my door.
I freeze.
No one ever comes by unannounced.
I consider ignoring it, pretending I’m asleep, but then I hear voices—multiple voices.
“C’mon, we know you’re in there!” KK’s voice.
“You better open this door before I do it myself,” Ice adds.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Of course, it’s them.
I hesitate, debating whether to just pretend I’m not here, but then Paige speaks. “Baby, open up. Please.”
Something in my chest cracks.
With a sigh, I drag myself to the door and unlock it. The second I do, they push inside like a wave. KK, Ice, Aubrey, Azzi, and, of course, Paige, standing in the middle of them with a look that’s a mix of concern and quiet understanding.
They don’t say anything at first. Their eyes sweep over my room, taking in the disaster. I wait for the judgment, for the comments about how gross it is, but they never come.
Instead, KK claps her hands. “Alright, let’s get to work.”
I blink. “What?”
Azzi moves past me, already gathering my laundry. “You sort your clothes or just throw ‘em all together?”
“Uh… just throw them together?”
“Cool.” She grabs my hamper and heads for the door like she’s done this a million times.
Ice starts picking up the trash, Aubrey is straightening my bed, and KK is gathering the mess on my desk. It’s like they planned this.
Paige doesn’t move at first. She just looks at me.
“Why are y’all doing this?” I ask, my voice quiet.
Paige finally steps closer, placing a hand on my cheek, her thumb brushing gently over my skin. “Because we know what this means for you,” she murmurs.
I swallow hard.
“We’ve known for a while,” Aubrey adds, smoothing out my blankets. “You always disappear when your room gets bad.”
“You call it ‘cleaning,’ but really, it’s you spiraling,” Ice says, not unkindly. “So, we figured we’d help.”
My throat tightens. I look at Paige, who’s still watching me with those soft blue eyes, and something in me breaks. I didn’t think anyone noticed. I didn’t think anyone cared.
I turn away quickly, blinking back tears.
“You don’t have to do this,” I say, my voice shaky.
“Yeah, we do,” Paige says. “Because we love you.”
The words hit me harder than they should. I press my lips together, trying to hold it together, but then Paige wraps her arms around me from behind, pressing her forehead against my shoulder.
“You don’t have to do everything alone,” she whispers.
And that’s it. The dam breaks.
I turn in her arms, burying my face in her hoodie, and she holds me like she’s been waiting for me to let go. My hands clutch at her, and I shake, silent sobs wracking through me.
The room is quiet except for the sounds of them moving around, cleaning up the pieces of my mess. Of me.
And for the first time in weeks, I don’t feel so alone.
By the time they’re done, my room looks… normal. The bed is made, the trash is gone, my clothes are either folded or being washed. It doesn’t feel suffocating anymore.
I sit on my bed, exhausted but lighter. Paige sits beside me, threading her fingers through mine.
“We’re always here,” she says softly.
I nod, squeezing her hand.
“Next time, just tell us,” KK says, sitting on the floor with a grin. “Or don’t. Either way, we’re coming.”
I laugh—a real laugh—for the first time in what feels like forever.
“Y’all are the worst,” I mutter, but it’s filled with affection.
Paige leans over, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Nah. We’re just your people.”
And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to keep me from drowning.
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