#when we finally got back to our room i like ran into the bathroom and cried for an hour lmfao
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chaelinsbitch · 1 year ago
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vanteguccir · 7 months ago
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── ୨୧ ! 𝟰 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘
          𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader
SUMMARY: Where Y/N is the only person who can make Matt smile genuinely; OR 4 times that Y/N made Matt smile.
WARNING: None.
REQUESTED?: Yes, by anons.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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1. Had Matt shaved his beard?
The morning started like any other in the triplets' house. The sun had barely risen over the horizon when the three found themselves in the typical kitchen, each of them still fighting sleep but ready to face another day of recording.
Nick was busy preparing breakfast, while Matt and Chris lounged lazily around the table, Chris with his head lying on the wooden surface.
"Smells good, Nick. What are you making?" Matt murmured, rubbing the drowsiness away from his eyes.
"Waffles and bacon." Nick responded in a low, slow tone, stirring the strips inside the ceramic frying pan.
"Bacon with waffles?" Chris grimaced, yawning loudly as he lifted his head, laying his body haphazardly on the chair.
Meanwhile, Y/N was still in her own world, enjoying a peaceful sleep in her shared room with Matt. However, her sleep was interrupted by the sound of a plate hitting the sink's marble counter, followed by a loud curse.
With a yawn, the girl slowly sat down on the bed, running a hand through her messy hair and running her sleepy eyes around the room, already having the idea that Matt was in the kitchen, where the sound had echoed from.
Seconds later, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, ready to start her morning routine. But something immediately caught her attention as soon as she entered the smaller room. On top of the sink was Matt's beard trimmer, an object she recognized all too well.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked around, trying to process what she was seeing. Had Matt shaved his beard?
With her heart beating fast, Y/N ran back to the bedroom, grabbing the pajama shorts thrown on her boyfriend's gaming chair, quickly putting them on and finally leaving the room, completely ignoring her own messy appearance.
Back in the kitchen, the brothers were busy devouring the breakfast Nick had prepared. They barely noticed when Y/N walked out of the small hall that connected the room to her bedroom, her eyes fixed on Matt.
"Matt..." Her voice came out in an incredulous whisper as she approached, stopping in front of him and staring at his face intensely.
Matt looked up from his plate, smiling big when he saw her awake.
"Good morning, babe. How did you-" He interrupted his own sentence when he saw her condition, frowning in confusion and worry. "Hey, did something happen?"
Y/N swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure, but the sight of Matt without a beard was too much for her. With a fake sob, she knelt before him, her eyes shining with false emotion.
"Matt, baby, how could you do this?" She whimpered, dramatizing every word. "You shaved your beard... The beard that I loved so much!"
The other two brothers watched the scene with wide eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or be worried about Y/N's reaction, unlike Matt, who took a few seconds to process what she had said, before a loud laugh escaped from his lips, his hands letting go of the food he was holding.
"We're done!"
Matt continued laughing, shaking his head in bewilderment.
"Y/N, did you hit your head?"
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2. Girls' night (with a masculine touch)
The night was warm and cozy in the triplets' house as Matt, Nick, Chris, and Y/N gathered in the living room. After a long day of recording and, on Y/N's part, studying, they decided it was time to relax and have fun together.
"What are we doing tonight?" Chris asked, throwing his phone onto his lap and looking around at the others, lowering his body onto the upholstery.
"Can we do our nails?" The suggestion escaped Nick's lips quickly, his eyes shining with excitement. "And maybe do some skincare."
"Like a girl's night?" Y/N smiled, straightening her posture quickly, feeling just as excited.
"Why not?" Matt shrugged, staring at his nails with a contemplative look. "But I've never done my own nails before, I always do them with Analysse."
"It's just painting your nails, like watercolor. It's not difficult, honey." Y/N waved her hand dismissively, getting up from her seat and running to her shared room with Matt, looking for her box of nail polish and nail's tools.
With their gear gathered, they arranged themselves comfortably and strategically on the couch, ready to begin their impromptu night of beauty.
Y/N led the way, skillfully beginning to paint her own nails as she explained the process.
"First, you need to apply a base coat to protect your nails." She explained, opening the base coat and carefully applying it, being quickly followed by Nick.
The brothers watched with interest, watching each movement with concentration.
"That seems easy enough." Chris commented, taking the little bottle from Y/N's hand and starting to apply it to his own nails.
Meanwhile, Matt was carefully examining the available nail polishes colors, trying to decide which one to choose. Y/N's eyes found his figure, a smile growing on her face, feeling great love for his appreciation and care for the moment.
"How about a black one with white details?" Matt suggested, holding up two bottles in the mentioned colors, showing them to Y/N with a proud smile on his face.
"It's going to look amazing, my love."
Chris quickly picked out his own nail polish color with Nick's help, returning to his seat while swinging his legs eagerly.
They dipped their brushes into the nail polish bottles with determination but soon discovered that painting their own nails wasn't as simple as it seemed.
"This is harder than I thought." Matt grumbled as he tried to paint his nails without smudging, his fingers shaking slightly as his tongue lolled slightly out of his lips in concentration.
Chris nodded, his lips pressed tightly together as he tried not to move his hand too much.
"I think I'm doing this wrong..."
"You two are doing pretty well for beginners." Y/N laughed softly, watching the brothers fondly.
After some errors, everyone finally finished painting their nails, each proudly displaying their own piece of art, even if it was a little smudged.
"Look at us, a bunch of nail professionals!" Nick joked, blowing on his freshly painted nails with a smile.
"Yeah, I guess we could consider a new career." Matt contributed, admiring his nails with a satisfied expression before raising his hands, his nails facing Y/N as he wiggled his fingers excitedly.
"It's perfect, babe, congratulations!" Y/N praised, leaning towards him slightly and sealing the back of his right hand with her lips lightly, exhaling the fresh smell of nail polish and acetone.
"Maybe we should open our own men's salon." Chris smiled, shaking his hands to dry the nail polish faster.
Matt laughed out loud, imagining the scene of them painting other men's nails with the same determination and enthusiasm they had moments ago. It would be comical.
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3. Video as a couple
Matt was nervous as he prepared to record his next video for his personal YouTube channel. It was still one of the first videos he posted there, and despite his enormous desire to make more content for his own channel, he felt an anxiety growing within him every time he thought about creating something new on his own.
Therefore, he decided to invite his girlfriend, Y/N, to participate with him in that specific one, taking advantage of the opportunity to introduce her as his girlfriend.
It's not that fans didn't know Y/N was his. They knew, and they knew it very well, but Matt never got around to introducing her as such officially.
"Are you ready for this?" He asked, looking at Y/N with a nervous smile.
"I should be the one asking you that." Y/N smiled small before nodding, holding his free hand affectionately. "But yes, I am. There's nothing I want more than to be said to be your girlfriend, baby."
With a nervous sigh, Matt began to set up the camera on the dashboard of the car, while Y/N settled into the passenger seat next to him, trying to calm him with words of encouragement.
"You'll do amazingly well, hon. I'm sure of it." Y/N said, leaning over the car console and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
Finally, everything was ready, and Matt began recording, his voice a little shaky at first but soon becoming more confident as he got used to the camera without his brothers around him.
"Hey! Welcome to my personal YouTube channel." He began, smiling slightly at the camera. "Today I have a very special guest for you to meet."
He turned his face to Y/N with a twinkle in his eye, who waved at the lenses, opening a shy smile.
"This is Y/N, my girlfriend." Matt continued, looking at her with big heart eyes. "Most of you already know her as our best friend, and maybe you already know about our relationship, but now we're finally going public to make it official... Well, she agreed to participate in today's video, so I hope you enjoy getting to know her a little better."
Y/N smiled as she watched her boyfriend introduce her as his, her cheeks taking on a reddish hue, feeling a little nervous and shy, but happy to be there next to him.
To make things more fun, Matt decided to answer some questions asked by fans about the two of them together or individually. He selected some of the funniest and most interesting questions and read them out loud for the two of them to discuss.
"Okay, first question." Matt began, looking at his phone in hand. "How we met?"
"Well, we actually met at a friend's birthday party from our school in elementary school. Matt was trying to impress everyone with his basketball skills, but he ended up hitting the ball over one of the girls' heads." Y/N laughed, remembering the story fondly.
Matt blushed at the memory, shaking his head and looking down, trying to hide the involuntary smile that took over his face.
"Next!" Matt cleared his throat, his voice coming out high-pitched from the shyness of the previous event. "What's the secret to a long-lasting relationship?"
"Oh, great question!" Y/N clapped her hands in excitement, lifting her legs and pressing the soles of her feet onto the seat, keeping her knees bent and tights against her chest. "For me, the key is communication and mutual support. It's important to always be honest with each other and literally be there through the good times and the bad."
"For sure, I also think it's essential to have understanding and empathy for each other. Being willing to listen and understand your partner's needs makes all the difference." Matt contributed.
He looked at his girlfriend, waiting for approval and receiving a big smile in return, which was accompanied by a nod.
"What's the most memorable memory you've had together?" Matt read the next question quickly, before looking up, his eyes alight with nostalgia. "There are so many wonderful memories to choose." He reflected, thoughtfully. "But one of my favorites was when we made our first unplanned trip together almost two years ago and ended up getting lost in a small town in Italy."
"Oh my God, so true!" Y/N threw her head back, laughing loudly at the memory. "That was an unforgettable experience. I remember we went to ask for directions at a small restaurant right on the corner from one of the alleys, and there were several pastas hanging, drying. I just asked the main chief what that was, and boom, we passed all day in that restaurant, tasting different types of fresh pasta and discovering more of their culture together."
As the video continued, Matt and Y/N shared more stories, laughs, and loving moments. They answered questions about their funny habits, their favorite couple traditions, and even their future plans together.
In the end, when Matt ended the video with a warm thank you to the fans who would watch it when posted, he turned to Y/N with a beaming smile.
"Thank you for doing this with me, petal." The brunette whispered, leaning over the car console and pulling her into a tight hug, smiling widely. "It meant the world for me."
"I'll always be here to support you, Matt. And I can't wait to make more videos together in the future." Y/N smiled, feeling happy to have shared that moment with Matt.
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4. Kittens day
Y/N woke up excitedly that morning, knowing it was the day she would volunteer at the cat kennel like she always did every Tuesday. It was an activity she loved doing, and she always invited Matt to join her, but his work with YouTube always ended up interfering.
However, this time, Matt had surprised Y/N by making room in his schedule to join her. She couldn't wait to share this experience with him.
When they arrived at the kennel, they were greeted by the soft sound of meows and purrs. Y/N smiled when she saw the felines playing and snuggling on their colorful scratching posts of all possible sizes.
"It's so good to be here." She said excitedly to Matt, taking his hand as they walked through the decorated halls. "Cats are so adorable and deserve so much love and affection."
Matt smiled as he listened to her chatter about the felines, watching them and her with fascination.
The couple spent the day taking care of the cats, feeding them, cleaning their litter boxes, and, of course, playing with them. Y/N taught Matt the proper way to hold and pet kittens, and he was soon having as much fun as she was.
"I never want to leave again." Matt suddenly commented as, sitting side by side on the fluffy rug, they watched a group of kittens playing with a fur ball. "I understand why you love coming here every week."
"It's a special place, with special cats... You know, I'm really glad you're here with me today." Y/N smiled, lifting her head slightly to look at him better, feeling her heart warm when she realized that Matt was just as involved in the activity as she was.
"I'm glad too."
At the end of the day, as they were about to leave, Matt suddenly stopped, looking at a cat in one of the cages. It was an orange cat with bright blue eyes that stared back at him curiously.
"Wow, he is perfect." Matt whispered, slowly approaching the cage. "He seems so friendly."
"You like him, don't you?" Y/N smiled, following him towards the feline, noticing the immediate connection between Matt and the cat.
"Yeah, I really do." Matt nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "What do you think about having a cat?"
Y/N felt a wave of emotion and happiness wash over her when she heard him, taking a few seconds to process if she was creating things in her head, realizing she wasn't when she noticed Matt looking at her with expecting eyes.
"Oh my God, really?" Her voice came out louder than expected, slightly scaring the kitten. "Oops, I'm sorry, little kitten."
With beaming smiles and clasped hands, they went to the kennel staff to begin the adoption process. While Y/N filled out the forms, Matt kept his eyes fixed on the cat lovingly, imagining their days with the new addition.
"What will be his name, my love?" His girlfriend's voice sounded behind him, breaking him out of his reverie. Matt shook his head slightly, focusing his attention on Y/N again, an easy smile stretching across his face.
"Snuggles. His name will be Snuggles."
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onelittlespiral · 7 months ago
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FML: Urged
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I think this was the photo that got me in. Of course I get the appeal now. But at the time I thought I was just messaging some other random torso on the apps. I was supposed to just be in and out, no strings attached. After all, he wasn’t my usual type. Looked like a roided out gym rat: bit of a gut; dark, wiry hair; and thick muscles. But muscles weren’t the thickest thing about him, and who was I to pass up a good time?
So I went over to his place. I wasn’t surprised when it was a loft above a small gym. Seemed like the ideal spot for the kind of guy. What I was not expecting was the apartment itself to be so…nice? Normal? I was prepared to get fucked on a twin-sized mattress on the floor, no frame, with sweaty clothes rotting around me. But the apartment had some character. He even offered me something to drink before we got started, in an actual glass. Maybe I needed to raise my standards. We chatted, flirted a bit as I finished my water and let things get hot from there. We kissed in the kitchen, made out in the living room, and worked our way back to his bedroom as sweatshirts, belts, shirts, pants, and straps trailed behind us.
As I positioned a pillow under myself, he took off his wife beater, the last barrier between us. The shirtless torso that seduced me was on full display as I rubbed his chest. As he leaned in to kiss me, I felt engulfed by this bear of a man, skin electric where I felt his hair ticking my bare chest. My senses felt heightened as I tasted cheap beer on his breath and smelled a deep musk of sweat, cum, and Old Spice, more in line with what I had expected from him. He ran his calloused hands over my chest and abs before finally taking up position over my trembling body. I wanted him in a way I hadn’t felt since I was a teen. Normally I would want to talk a bit more, at least give a safe word. But as he surrounded me and I felt his presence, my brain flipped a switch as my body instinctively relaxed for him. There were no thoughts to be had as my mind was consumed by his rich scent, the pleasure of his cock slowly stretching out my ass, and his intense gaze set on my fluttering eyes. At last I felt his bush pressed against my clenching ass. He lingered for just a moment, every throb of his member sending shivers through my body. He leaned in and whispered, “You feeling good, baby?”
I could only moan a bit in response. Feeling his weight bear down on me and his cock in my ass left no room for words. He shoved his pit in my face and I instinctively took a deep huff. Any resistance and tension left in my body released. I felt filled by him, just a vessel for his use. I was about to stick out my tongue when he pulled back and repositioned himself. He held my shoulders as he began moving his hips.
As he slowly began to fuck me, I felt him reach new depths within myself.
“There you go, much better. Let yourself just float”
I couldn’t resist him even if I wanted to. His cock methodically jackhammering my hole had my body riding wave after wave of pleasure. Then, I felt him tense up a bit as his cock swelled just a bit more telling me what was to come. He buried it deep as a pressure built within myself. A few more thrust from him and I shot my load over his furry chest. My mind could no longer handle it. I slipped off into a void of pure bliss, as this stranger collapsed on top of me, feeling his damp fur against my body and filling my senses once again with his musk.
I woke up the next day back in my own bedroom. No one else around. No signs of trouble. No clue how I got back. If the whole experience hadn’t been so vivid, I would have thought I dreamt the whole thing. But as I rolled myself out of bed and into the bathroom, one change became very clear.
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Seemingly overnight I had lost my smooth skin and dirty blonde curls. In its place was hair. Thick, dark, course hair. It covered my chest, my arms, my back, even my crotch. I was shocked but, also, something else began to tickle at my brain. I took off my tank to get a better look at the forest. I flexed my muscles and admired the way it coated my chest and seemed to exaggerate its size. I hit a double bicep pose and smelled a familiar scent. The scent of sweat and heat and masculinity. My mind flooded with images of that night as my cock stood at attention. I shoved my face into my own pit as I bagan jacking off in front of the mirror, admiring my new body. It felt strange but satisfying, watching this stranger in the mirror mimic my every move as I lusted for him. I didn’t realize how far I had gone until I saw the stream hitting the mirror. It was hot, but something still didn’t feel right. As I cleaned up the restroom, I picked up my razor and considered cleaning myself up a bit. But as I lifted it to my face, I noticed my newly hairy pits. Exposing them, the scent of last night invaded my mind again and I couldn’t follow through. I finished getting dressed and I left for the day. With a busy schedule, maybe I could get some answers tomorrow. I think that was the last chance I had to do something, divert from the path laid out for me. But looking back, I don’t know if I would have changed a thing.
No day was as sharp a change as the first, but each morning as I looked myself in the mirror, something was a bit different. Maybe it was the sharpness of my jaw. Or were my pecs always this swoll? One week I swore my feet were growing larger. There is no way that they always slapped the ground like that. But my shoes always fit perfectly. Heck I may even need a new pair soon. My joggers were beat up as hell and reeked when I took them off after my Saturday runs. But soon it was the days that I couldn’t find anything that looked different that began to worry me most. Had I always thought so much about the bodies of the men around me? Did people always talk so fast? But as life slipped back into routine. Soon I began to question myself. Why had I worried so much about any changes? Things never actually seemed out of place, and I worked out hard to get these gains. I had been going to the gym for years and had spent years perfecting my splits. After about two months, I stopped worrying at all. Until finally, one day I woke up and looked myself in the mirror, I saw the same man who greeted me for years.
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I was a sweaty gym rat. Always had been. Always would be. I took a deep huff of my own funk, and rubbed my muscles. But everything fell into place, something felt missing. I shouldn’t have to keep this godly body and musk to myself. For the first time in a while, I hopped onto the apps and started scanning through. God, all these old matches were terrible. Why did I used to have such a thing for those muscled-up college boys? They couldn’t grow a beard if their lives depended on it. Besides, I think I wanted someone a little more…submissive. Scrolling through, my eyes caught on this young 20-something twink. Something about him reminded me of someone…someone I used to know. His lithe body, tight curls, and skimpy clothes told me he was a bottom before I clicked on his profile. A few messages back and forth, and he was on his way.
He walked in the door and it was all I could do to contain myself. Something deep within me wanted my seed deep in his ass. I needed him to worship me. I wanted him to become just like me. I had no patience as my body acted on instinct. I stripped my shirt and calmly approached, placing my hand against the wall behind him. As my masculinity and musk washed over the twink, I watched as his eyes fluttered a bit and knew his mind was submitting.
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“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked plainly.
“Ye-yes, sir.”
I grinned as I understood fully now just what had happened to me, and the power I held. But watching this twink practically trembling in front of me, maybe I was even better than my captor had been.
I gave him a quick kiss as I lead him to my bedroom. I couldn’t wait to make another man in my image.
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mystellenia · 5 months ago
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first kiss with abby ୨ৎ
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summary: after the romantic tension between you and abby reaches a peak, you two finally share a sweet kiss.
content: answer to this req and part two to this!! fluffyfluffyfluffy! ehehehehehe. i love fluff i love writing fluff. nothing nsfw. just lowk domesticity with abby and then super cutesy pie origami stuff and then a kiss 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 ok toodles enjoy
notes: three weeks of no post i’m sorry my children. i am back!!! classes just finished and now i have summer break so i just had to soak in my freedom from my fuckass med teacher. he can choke fr 💯
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a series of vibrations from your phone rudely pulls you out of your sleep and you swipe your hand across the bed to silence the notifications. you find your phone connected to abby's charger on her vacant side of the bed, the sheets cold without the warmth from her skin to heat them up. she always ran hot—especially during the night—which usually resulted in her yelping at your cold feet pressed to her thighs and trying to absorb her warmth in the hours of the night. 
you raise your phone to your face and are met with four notifications from abby on your home screen. 
abby :p otw back with our loot  
abby :p two berry pastries for the missus and one cream cheese puff pastry for me 
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abby :p and nadia gave us two chocolate croissants bc we're super cool 
swiping to unlock your phone, you head to messages and reply to her. 
you YAY thanks you're the best 
you we gotta get nadia a gift card or somethin
you or a bottle of liquor 
you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth with your toothbrush abby got for you for her apartment since you slept over so often. while you load your brush with toothpaste, your phone lights up with a notice from messages: "abby :p loved 'or a bottle of liquor.' " sticking the toothbrush in your mouth, you smile around the minty foam and continue freshening up before abby returns. 
around ten minutes later, you hear the jingle of her keys at the front door and practically skip to the living room to retrieve your pastries. 
abby unlocks the door and pushes it open, a brown bag with a cafe logo printed on it in one hand and a drink carrier with two coffee cups hanging from her ring and pinky fingers in her other. with her few remaining fingers grasping onto her car keys to not drop them, she nudges the door back shut with her hip and locks it. 
her blonde head donns a blue and white trucker hat, the brim of it blocking her from seeing you standing and sheepishly smiling a few strides away. she calls out to you to signal her return. 
"hey, i'm back! and i come bearing gifts. i got-" it's then that abby takes her hat off and notices you inching ever closer. "oh, hi. i got you herbal tea. there weirdly was a lot of traffic today, even though it's, like, seven." 
she continues on as she unpacks everything that she got for you. "then again, i guess kids have school. man, i hated that about high school—waking up early and getting to class on tim- you know what? you're not listening anyway with your food right in front of you," she chuckles. "go on. release! free!" she pokes, using command words for a dog. 
you kiss your teeth and scowl at her, mumbling a "whatever" before tearing into the paper bag. you're met with your two fruit pastries first, then you spot the chocolate croissants abby mentioned under them. 
the two of you stand and eat in comfortable silence in the kitchen, you sipping on your tea and abby picking at her puff pastry. when you finish, you clean both of your spots and abby throws away the paper bag and pastry wrappers, washing her hands after.
after breakfast, you guys ping pong around her apartment, moving from her bed to the couch to the floor and then back to her bed again, all just to talk or scroll on your phones.
hours pass, and after a brief joint nap in her bedroom, you guys now sat on the floor of her living room, light filtering in from her large windows and warming your skin. the floor was littered in origami squares of all different sizes and colors, the origami book abby had gotten for you split open between you two. 
there was a village of origami figures surrounding you, from hearts to frogs to ladybugs to cranes. the book was flipped to a particularly challenging page of an elephant, and you looked over at abby in confusion. 
she was just as confused as you, if not more. her hair was tied in a messy golden knot at the nape of her neck, loose strands crazy and framing her face. her brows were pulled tight on her face, her eyes bewildered and looking at the same piece of paper in her hands as if she'd never seen it before. 
"what step are you on?" she asks, looking at the square in front of you that you were working on. 
"twelve. out of..." you flip the page twice. "god. thirty." you sit up straight to stretch your back out. "i get it, though. kinda." 
"what? show me. i’m on, like, seven. i swear they skipped a step. or forgot to add a picture. just something is wrong." 
you scoot over to sit next to her, pulling your leg to your body and propping your cheek on it. abby places her piece in front of you puts her hands in her crossed lap, her eyes wide and waiting for you to make sense of her issue. 
"okay, let's see." you pull the book closer to you to confirm the step she's on. "step seven is... rotating and folding the back of the elephant." 
"which i did," abby verifies. 
you rotate the piece and immediately find her mistake. "which you did not." 
"what?! where?" 
"here." you trace your finger along the missing crease. "you see how on mine, this part is creased and pointed? like a peak?" 
"uh-huh..." 
"and yours doesn't do that." 
she simply hums, so you look over at her to confirm that she's listening. her eyes are unfocused and locked on your face. they flit between your own and then drop to your lips for a second. the single second feels quite long, though, when she looks so deeply at you in the way that she does, or when her baby hairs draw attention to her blonde lashes, long and very slightly curled around her sapphire eyes. 
she seems to snap out it—whatever it was—and she deeply inhales, licking her lips and refocusing on the task at hand. 
"can you repeat that?" she asks. "sorry, i... i zoned out." 
it was your turn, now, to lose focus and examine her. you stare at her lips, rosy and still glossy from her just licking them. you stare at the corners of them and the ever so slight frown her mouth always pulls into when she's focused. you stare at the little creases in them, the dozens of lines that- 
"are you looking at my lips?" she questions, interrogative and almost paranoid. 
"oh, um, sorry. i was-" 
"why were you looking at them?" she interrupts again, her eyes wild and demanding an answer from you. 
"because, i- well, you just licked them, so- i don't know. because." you swallow, mumbling, "what, can i not look at them or something?" 
her stone stare softens after noticing your flustered state, and the two of you exchange a long and quiet look. 
abby held her breath nearly the entire time. she didn't want to assume anything or read the situation wrong, but your eyes were dilated. they were dilated from looking at her, and just from that. 
as if it were out of your control—like you were magnets—you started moving closer to her. abby could not seem to remember how to control a single muscle in her body, so she just sat and watched you move closer as her cheeks grew pinker and pinker. 
you stop right in front of her face, the tips of your noses kissing and your breaths shared. after a few seconds, you realized abby wouldn't initiate anything, so you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, short and sweet. when you pulled away, abby's eyes remained closed for a few seconds before they slowly fluttered open. 
"you just kissed me," abby whispers in disbelief, pointing out the obvious. 
"i just kissed you," you echo back. 
it's abby who leans in for the second kiss, thick and intense with emotion, her hand sliding up your arm. her hand reaches the back of your neck, and she pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. 
you press your forehead to hers and stop kissing her, an infectious smile taking up your features instead. 
"are you.. are you seriously smiling right now?" abby gasps theatrically with mock offense. 
your smile breaks out into giggles and you press your face into her cheek to hide. 
"wow, i cannot believe this. you are laughing at our kiss!" she teases. 
"stop, no i’m not!" you plead, still laughing. 
"whatever you say." she grabs your chin between her fingers and pulls your face back to look at you. peppering kisses on your cheeks, she relents on her taunting.  
"are you gonna show me what i did wrong, or what?" she says, referring to the initial topic of her paper elephant. 
you smile back at her. "yeah, i will." 
"okay." she presses one last kiss to your temple and then waits for your instruction. 
"i was saying, there's supposed to be a crease here, on what'll be the back of the elephant." 
abby nods and hums like she's listening, but really, she smiles at your profile as you continue to speak. 
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@abbysbug @abbyonmars @abigails-gf @picklesarenice69
heheheh all done!!!! this was so cute to write especially the end like i was talking to @abbyonmars while i wrote the end and we were fangirling over typed words and pixels. but what else is tumblr dot com for if not to fangirl!!!!
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hees-mine · 1 year ago
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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬
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Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader
Synopsis: A fun day out to the mall with you turns out to be not so fun when heeseung gets mixed emotions about your interaction with a cashier.
Warnings: smut, stepcest, step brother, cum swallowing, oral male receiving, multiple orgasms, white dragon 💀 (pls lmk if there’s another term for this because…) inexperienced reader, kissing pet names, jealousy, insecurities.
If you're uncomfortable with step relationships, this is not for you, so please kindly click off. Also they are both consenting adults. This is a work of fiction.
Genre: 18+, smut, minors do not interact!
WC: 2,176k
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
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“Morning, little one,” heeseung smiles at you all tucked up on his chest, looking absolutely adorable in the early morning. How he wished to wake up like this every morning.
“Hi, Bubba,” you mumble into his chest, warm breath blowing on his skin as he stretches out his limbs.
“We have the day to ourselves. What do you want to do sissy?” He tucks your hair behind your ear, giving your forehead a tender kiss that you melt into.
“Oh! Bubba, can we go to the mall today, please, please, please?” There’s no way he could ever even think about saying no to your precious face. He’d take you to ten different malls if that’s what you wanted.
“Of course, bubbas got you. Go get ready. I’ll join you soon.”
“Okay!” He smiles when you excitedly jump out of bed and run to the bathroom.
He went to your bedroom, picking an outfit for you to wear so you could both match when you went to the mall together. Once he found the perfect fit, he joined you in the shower a couple of minutes later, and you both took turns washing each other before finishing and turning off the water to get ready for your evening trip.
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“Bubba, what do you think about this one?” Doing a little twirl, you show off your baby pink dress, and he swears you look just like a princess, his princess.
“Looks good on you. My little sister is so adorable,” he says while stepping into the changing room, caging you against the wall. “Want you to wear this during our playtime tonight?” A chill ran up your spine when you felt his warm lips pressed against your ear. “Mmm, as a matter of fact,” leaning back, he gives you a look before ripping the tag off the dress because there was no way he wasn’t going to see you in this for the rest of the trip. You just stand there a flustered mess, still feeling a tingly sensation from where his lips touched your ear. “Come on, sis.” Taking your hand, he leads you to the register after you tuck your other clothes away in your purse before shyly walking with him to the checkout.
Heeseung doesn’t respond to the cashier because as soon as he got there, he could tell that the worker was checking you out. “Bubbas got it,” he tells you, putting a hand on your waist to show that you’re his as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his card, and swiping it.
You were used to him showing you affection, but not in public, and you couldn’t help but smile as his fingertips pressed into your waist softly.
Heeseung turns to you and sees you looking at the cashier, mistaking your shy smile for you showing interest in the worker. Little did he know his rationality was clouded by anger, and as soon as he thought you were interested in somebody else, his mood was completely ruined.
“We’re going home.” Dragging you out of the store, he ignores all your questions about why he suddenly wanted to leave and keeps you close to his side.
He angrily tossed your bags in the back, still ignoring you. “Bubba, what’s wrong?” A pout finds your lips, and upon hearing your voice, he finally starts paying attention to you cause it sounds like you were seconds away from crying. “Did I make you mad, bubs?” That’s the only thing you could think of at this point, and the last thing you ever wanted was for your big brother to be mad at you.
He sighs deeply and cups your cheek, shaking off his ridiculous thoughts cause he didn’t want you to be mad over his jealousy. “You love your bubba, yeah?”
“More than anything in the world,” you smiled.
“Then get in the back seat.” Unbuckling your belt, you frown slightly, wondering why, but you don’t question it, and seconds later, he’s sitting next to you in the back.
“Bubba, why-“
“Kiss me.” Cutting your words, he demands a kiss just so he could feel reassured that you still wanted him. Without hesitation, you lift yourself up off the seat so you could reach his taller frame and kiss him clumsily. “Show me that you love me more than anything else in the world.” he silently looked at his crotch, practically telling you what he wanted you to do to him.
When you saw his cock hard under his jeans, you smile, knowing that he got like that for you and only you.
You before him on your knees, placing your hand on his thigh and your other on his cock, pressing down slightly, a low hum emitting from his broad chest from your gentle touch.
His hums soon turned to soft moans as you began stroking it under his jeans. He whined and writhed in his seat. After about a minute or two , he couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
He didn’t bother checking his surroundings before unlocking his belt and pulling down his pants around his knees, freeing his stiff cock.
“Bubs,” you gasp at the sight. He was really hard, and big, veins riddled his entire cock, and the tip was shiny and wet.
His big cock twitches at the sound of your voice filling his ears. “Go on, sissy, make big Bubba feel good” he was pleased when you Immediately placed your mouth over the head and widened your mouth, slowly going down on him. “Yes,” he sighs, relaxing into the seat.
You moan, tasting something sweet on your tongue, and go further down until his tip is situated down your throat. “Remember how I told you to suck on it?” He leans back, eyes half open, spreading his arms to the headrests while he instructs you.
Pulling off his shaft, you look into his eyes, answering his question. “Like a lolli” he smirks at your words and nods, encouraging you to start sucking him off.
You gag the instant you start moving, but that makes you take him even deeper into your throat, if that was possible. The sounds he was making filled your ears and traveled straight to your core seconds later, the wetness that you’ve become accustomed to had stained the crotch of your panties.
The wet slurping sounds of you suckling on his dick filled up the car along with his moans, and nothing felt better than being the one that was able to make him feel good.
His hand stroked some hair out of your face, forehead creasing as he watches the way your swollen lips wrapped tightly around him, and he loved nothing more than seeing his thick base covered in your sticky spit. “Keep going, sis. Bubba feels so good.” he pets the top of your head as you look up at him, eyes nearly going crossed when you bury him deep down your throat. “So nice. Does Bubba feel good inside your mouth?” He manages to say in between heavy breaths the feeling of your warm and wet throat becoming too much for him to handle every little thing you did to him felt so so good he swears he’d let you suck him off every single day cause he was addicted to your sweet mouth.
You gag around him in response, and his body jerks up slightly from how nice it feels you’re so tight and wet for him all the time. “Bubbas gonna give you a sweet treat,” he smiles as your teary eyes gleam with excitement. “Want it?” You do your best to nod. “Yeah?” He moans out as you keep on sucking. “Cumming” he whispers, throwing his head back as his muscles tense with every spurt of cum he releases into your pretty little throat.
Your eyes squeezed shut, and you gagged uncontrollably, gripping tightly onto his thighs. When suddenly you felt something dripping out of your nose, you immediately pulled off of him, gasping and panting for air while he was still cumming all over you. “Fuck! Sissy, so good,” he growls as you stare at the white mess coating everything from his thighs, the back seat, and your face.
When he finally comes back to reality and sees the mess, his cock throbs at the sight, eyes flashing up to you, and he could have cum again when he saw you covered in his semen. He swears a little more cum dribbled from his tip as he notices the white trickle down your nose to your upper lip and your eyes filled with guilt and tears. “What’s wrong, sissy?” His voice comes out soft and gentle as he runs his fingers through your hair to soothe you.
“I-I made a mess,” you whine, lowering your head, but he’s quick to tilt your head up and make you look at him. What you considered a mess was his masterpiece.
“Nothing wrong with a little mess.” Blinking away your tears, you look at him innocently. “Big Bubba likes it messy.”
“Really?” You say in a hopeful tone, feeling less guilty about what you had done.
“Really” His smile makes your chest feel warm, and you sniffle a little, his cum still bubbling from your nostrils. “You did so good. Big Bubba is so proud of you,” he says, knowing that will make you smile, sensing that look in your eyes. You only ever looked like that when you had done something bad, but he wanted you to know you had done nothing of the sort. Everything you did for him would always be perfect in his eyes. ���So cute” he smiles down at you gripping his base and collecting the cum from your lip on his tip. “Lick,” he orders, and you do, lapping his bulbous tip like a puppy would with water. “Taste good?”
“Yes, Bubba,” you chime.
“That’s my good little sister.” he strokes your cheek endearingly as you begin taking him inside your mouth once more. “Sissy,” he whines, feeling completely overstimulated, his nails digging into the headrests as he hunches forward.
“Wanna try again” you say enthusiastically after you pull off his cock for a breath of air, not knowing that he’s already spent, but of course he couldn’t say no to you.
He groans at the look of determination in your eyes, and feeling your throat around him once again hurts so good, but there’s no way he could stop you. “Go on, make your bubba p-proud,” he stutters and ruts his hips upward, tip nestled as deep as it could be.
Your tiny little whines vibrated on his thick shaft each time you gagged on him, tears spilling past your eyelids and chin coated in thick, stringy saliva.
The sight was pure fucking heaven. You looked like an angel between his legs as he fucked your throat into overstimulation. “Swallow it all this time, sissy I know you can,” he moans out in pleasure, shaking as little goosebumps form all over his sweaty skin.
You attempt to nod, Bobbing your head faster, and he lets go unloading his creamy like cum into your mouth. You could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, doing your best to swallow and make him proud. “Keep sucking it,” he whines, biting on his lip seeing your face covered in his cum was the fucking cherry on top. “Such a good sister for your big brother,” he shudders as you choke and pant, doing your best to swallow with him still in your throat.
Gulping all his liquid down, you shyly pull away from him, unintentionally making a quiet popping sound as you anxiously wait for his approval.
His head falls back against the seats, endless moans slipping past his parched lips, and he barely could comprehend if what just happened was even real. Still, when he gathered his bearings slightly and saw you sat prettily on your knees before him, he knows this was every bit of real, and he felt like the luckiest brother in the world to see you like this in front of him all covered in his cum solidifying that you're his. At least in his mind, you were his. “My good girl,” he smirks, pulling you up. “Knew you could do it.” he kissed your cheek as you shyly leaned away.
“Just wanna make you happy big Bubba” His eyes nearly roll back as he presses his lips on yours, not caring about his own cum getting in his mouth or on his face.
“You do, sissy. You make Bubba so happy,” he huffs out a breath, still overwhelmed by the head you just gave him. He can’t understand how you’re so good at it.
You hide in his chest, giggling softly.
He smiled at you, hugging you in his arms. “Wanna go home now?” You nod, and he grabs a few tissues from the glove compartment, cleaning you both off before helping you upfront and getting in on the driver's side to take you home.
You smile now that he was acting like himself happy again, and you felt so excited to go home cause you couldn’t wait to wear the dress for him during playtime.
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lee-laurent · 5 months ago
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Under the Radar - Matthew Tkachuk
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Summary: Matthew Tkachuk elopes with his secret lover, the biggest issue... she's Luke Hughes' twin sister.
Content: marriage, secret relationship, age gap (it's legal!!), angst, unsupportive family, mentions of sex, fighting, physical violence (not between couple!)
WC: 3.45k
notes: i listened to "Archie, Marry Me" by Alvvays on repeat while writing this and "Please Please Please" cause that's how freya feels about matt here lol i've been watching the stanley cup finals and my love for matt tkachuk has grown hehe enjoy!! :D obviously idk anyone in this story personally, so it's all for the drama !!
Freya giggled as Matthew placed kisses on her exposed shoulder. She was standing in front of the full body mirror in her boyfriend's room, flattening out the silky white dress that she'd chosen for the occasion. The white silk fell mid thigh and had small slit on the left side, a small bow adorned the corseted top.
"Fuck, you look stunning, love," Matt whispered in her ear, goosbumps forming on the back of her neck.
"I just need to do my hair, then we can head out," Freya smiled, giving Matthew a quick peck as she walked into his bathroom. He followed her, watching as she took the heated curling iron and spun a piece of her dirty blonde hair around it. After finishing some loose curls and setting them with hair spray, Freya did a once over in the mirror.
"What d'you think, Matty?"
"Hottest girl on this planet," he smirked, trailing kisses along her neck.
"Stop! We've gotta get to the courthouse."
"Right, right. But after..."
"Matt!"
"We've gotta consummate the marriage, Frey."
She giggled, hiding her face in his neck. He placed a kiss to her head, spinning her around so he could admire them in the mirror. She grabbed her phone, snapping a quick mirror pic.
"That one's getting framed," she nodded, zooming on her boyfriend's face.
"Are you sure you don't want me to shave? Just for the photos?" Matt offered.
"No! The scruff is soooo hot! Jess said we have to look hot for our photos!"
"Okay, okay. Can't believe Jess knows we're getting married, but our families don't."
"We'll tell them when it's time. Plus, Jess is good at keeping secrets."
That was true. Freya's best friend, Jessica, had been keeping the couple's relationship a secret for a year and a half now. The girls had met at University of Miami two years before and had been best friends ever since.
"You got your ring?" Matthew asked, placing the small velvet box in his suit jack.
"Yes, sir! I'm so excited!"
"Me too, baby. Can't wait for you to be Mrs. Tkachuk."
"Sounds so hot when you say it," she flirted, placing a hand on his lapel.
He winked, "Sit on the bed. I'll help you with your heels."
Freya complied, bouncing as she sat down. Matt grabbed the strappy, white heels from his closet. He guided her feet into them, gently doing up the buckles. She ran a hand through his hair, fixing it the way she liked it.
"Shall we, Future Mrs. Tkachuk?"
"We shall," she giggled, interlocking their arms as they walked to the parking garage.
"And Miss Hughes, do you take Matthew Tkachuk to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the man behind the counter asked.
"I do," she beamed, holding Matt's hands tightly in her own.
"Do you, Mr. Tkachuk, take Freya Hughes to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"You may now kiss the bride."
The couple met in a sweet kiss, not wanting it to be too long in the public courthouse.
"If you'll both just sign here and here," the man smiled, sliding the paper and pen towards the couple. "Pefect! You two are now legally married. Congratulations!"
Freya's smile was so wide, it hurt her cheeks. She was practically jumping as they exited the building. Matthew was smiling just as brightly, tightly gripping onto his wife's waist.
"Jess!" Freya exclaimed, throwing her arms around her best friend.
"There's Mrs. Tkachuk! Always knew you two would end up together, Frey. I've been telling you since we met," Jess whispered. Freya blushed, pushing her best friend.
"Let's go take some photos!" Matthew guided the girls into his car, driving them down to a small, very private park. They snapped some cute photos together, before Jess handed Freya a bottle of champagne. She shook it, spraying the alcohol all over herself and her husband. Jess got some amazing candids of the couple, especially as they met in a passionate kiss that she snapped a few shots of.
"Enjoy your wedding night!" Jess shouted, waving goodbye.
Freya couldn't stop giggling as they entered Matt's bedroom, "We're married! I'm married to the love of my life!"
"Did you chug a bunch of that champagne when I wasn't looking? Or are you just drunk on love?" Matt teased.
"Matt! We're married!"
"I know, love! Freya Tkachuk. God, that sounds so hot," his voice was gruff as he pulled her on top of him on the bed.
"I love you so much," she pressed kisses all over his face.
"I love you too, Frey. Now... shall we make this marriage official," he smirked, placing his hands on her hips.
"Any cute boys at school?" Ellen asked.
"What? No, Mom. I told you I'm focusing on my degree," Freya giggled, helping her mom to make dinner. They were at the cottage that Quinn and Jack had purchased. The Hughes family had invited the Tkachuks for a weekend and Freya was desperately trying to hide her excitement, having not seen her husband in just over a month.
"I know, I know. Just thought maybe some would've caught your eye. Who knows... maybe when Luke's friends come you'll find one of them cute."
"Mom!"
"Sorry, sorry. But, Luke told me that Dylan's little brother is single."
"MOM!"
Ellen laughed, continuing to cut up the fruit in front of her.
"We're home!" Quinn shouted, placing his keys in the bowl in the front hall. Ellen quickly wiped her hands off, running to meet their guests.
"Chantal! Keith! How've you been?"
The two families immediately started chatting away, Freya biting her lip when she saw Matt wink at her. She was pulled into a conversation with Chantal about school and if Matt had helped her out at all while living in Flordia.
"Oh, yeah. He always asks if I need anything. I even went to a few games first semester," she smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Look at that ring! So cute! Where'd you get it?" Taryn squealed.
"My best friend Jess bought it for me!" Freya lied. That was the excuse that the couple had come up with. Matt had 'bought his own ring' and 'Jess' had bought Freya's.
"It's beautiful! Could be a wedding ring!"
"Yeah. She's the best."
"You live with Jess?" Chantal asked.
"Yeah, yeah. We've lived together this past year."
"Before we get too far into conversation, let's show everyone their rooms," Ellen smiled, unknowingly saving Freya from crafting more lies.
After a dinner full of catching up, Matt and Freya sat around the fire with the rest of the kids. The adults had called it a night an hour before, but the young adults were still buzzing with excitement. Freya was clasping a seltzer between her hands, sitting between her twin and Taryn.
"No boyfriend?" Taryn asked, taking a sip of her White Claw.
"Hm? I'm too focused on school."
"Lukey's been trying to set her up with Tyler Duke, but she's not interested," Quinn snorted from beside Brady.
"He's just... not my type."
"Not your type? Tyler is like the definition of your type, Frey! Curly haired, hockey player? You'd marry him on the spot if you hadn't convinced yourself you're focused on your studies," Luke laughed.
Freya's eyes looked around the fire, meeting with Matt's, who had his eyebrow quirked.
"Tell us more about this Tyler kid," he mused, taking a long drink from his beer.
"He's a sophmore at Umich. Is madly in love with Freya and has been since I started doing hockey with Dylan. They even kissed when they were like 14."
"Luke! Stop!" Freya hid her face in her hands. Matthew looked unimpressed, chugging the rest of his beer, before cracking open another one.
"Maybe Freya doesn't like younger guys," Jack joked, making Matthew cover his smirk with his new drink.
"Can we stop talking about my love life? Please!"
"It's okay, Frey. Matt's is just as sad," Brady joked, patting his older brother on the back.
"What can I say? Baby brother got married before me, and all my hopes and dreams went down the drain," Matt retorted, staring directly at Freya. She swallowed harshly, now reaching for another drink. She couldn't do this sober.
After the awkward conversation about her love life, or lack there of, Freya was silent. She didn't want to accidentally say something to out the face that she was married at 20, especially with all the alcohol running through her system. It wasn't until the next day that things really went down hill.
Everyone was paying Quinn to get more alcohol for that night. Matt opened his wallet when a photo fell out, not noticing he fished out a ten dollar bill and handed it to the eldest Hughes. Luke bent down, grabbing the photo that had fallen on the floor. His brow furrowed as he studied the image. His sister in a Panthers jersey, her arms wrapped around a sweaty looking Matt.
"What's wrong, Rusty?" Jack laughed, "What's that?"
Luke handed the photo to his brother, who also took a moment to study it.
"Is that Freya?"
"What're we looking at?" Freya smiled, pushing her way between her brothers. Her face fell, "Where'd you get that?"
"Matt dropped it," Luke's eyes narrowed at his sister.
"Oh. Hm, that's... huh," she trailed off.
"Quinn! Come look at this!" Jack waved over his brother, who was chatting with Brady. Matt had disappeared off to the kitchen to talk to Jim.
"Why? Oh... Frey?" Quinn shot her a questioning look after being handed the photo.
"Why's everyone so upset? We're friends," she tried to smile.
"Then why's it in his wallet?" Luke sneered.
"Because... we're really good friends?" she shrugged, sounding unsure of herself.
Quinn huffed, pushing the photo into Jack's chest. He stormed off to the kitchen, followed by the rest of the kids. He harshly pushed Matt, making the taller boy stumble.
"Wow. What the hell, Quinn?" Matt turned around.
"You're fucking my little sister?! She's barely legal, Matthew! And you're fucking 26!"
"Quinn," Ellen warned, but her son didn't listen. He pushed Matt again, this time getting a shove in return.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you need to calm the fuck down," Matt attempted to keep his composure, knowing he could easily overpower the Hughes' boy.
"Don't even pretend to be innocent! You've been sleeping with Freya!"
"Freya? What's Quinn talking about, dear?" Ellen asked, moving away from the boys.
"I- I don't know, Mom."
"Bullshit! Look at this, Mom!" Jack handed the photo over. Ellen looked it over, a confused expression covering her face. She met Freya's pleading eyes, biting her bottom lip.
The fight between Quinn and Matt was escalating. After a particularly harsh push from Quinn, Matthew tackled him to the floor. The kitchen broke out into hysterics. Everyone was shouting, telling the boys to stop. Freya had started to cry, Taryn holding onto her tightly. Even if Taryn was a little upset she didn't know about her childhood friend's relationship with her brother, she was still going to support her.
"Enough!" Jim's voice broke through the noise, he and Keith wrangled Mattew off Quinn. "Everyone in the living room, now!"
Freya stood next to Taryn, her shoulders shaking with sobs. Quinn and Luke were fuming. Jack appeared to be a bit upset, but he wasn't as protective over his little sister.
"Someone, please, explain what the hell is going on here!" Jim boomed.
"Matt's been taking advantage of Freya!" Quinn exclaimed.
"Matthew," Chantal looked towards her oldest.
"He- he's not taking advantage of me," Freya wiped her nose on the sleeve of her hoodie.
"Let's hear what Matthew and Freya have to say before we jump to conclusions," Ellen mediated.
"I-" Freya started.
"We're married," Matthew cut her off. Silence filled the room.
"You're what?!" Jim asked, anger covering his face.
"We- we got married at the end of the semester," Freya explained, more tears leaving her eyes. Taryn rubbed her back comfortingly.
"Why?! Are you pregnant?!" Chantal gasped.
"No, Mom. She's not pregnant. We- we love each other."
"She's 20!" Luke yelled.
"This... this does seem a bit sudden, Frey," Jack mumbled.
"No! Matthew and I are in love!" Freya sobbed, standing up and moving towards him. Jim stopped her before she could, handing her over to her mother.
"I think it's best you leave, Matthew," Jim sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"You're kicking my son out for being in love?!" Chantal screeched, "No way!"
"She's practically still a teenager!" Quinn retorted.
"She's an adult! And they made an adult decision. Although, I would've appreciated an invite."
"It was private, Mom. Just us at the courthouse."
"You got fucking eloped to him?!" Quinn growled at his sister. She sobbed harder, hiding her face in her mom's shoulder.
"I think it's best if we all leave," Keith sighed, patting Jim on the back.
"No! Matty," Freya cried, but Ellen pulled her back.
"Shh, love. It's okay," she cooed, running a hand through Freya's hair.
Matthew nodded solemnly. And just like that the Tkachuks were gone.
"Freya, why did you think it was a good idea to get eloped?" Jim asked, sitting across from his daughter at the table.
"I- I love him. We just... it felt right."
"We... we just would've liked to know, Frey. That's a big decision to make."
"I know, Mom. I'm sorry. We were just happy living in our own little world. We were going to tell everyone later."
"We're happy that you're happy, Freya. You just need to get your brothers to feel the same way. I'm sorry for kicking Matthew out, I just didn't want the boys to fight anymore. And it is Quinn's house," Jim sighed.
"Thanks, Dad. It's okay. I'm sure Matt understands. I love you guys."
"We love you too, Freya," Ellen smiled, pulling her daughter in for a hug.
Freya knocked on Quinn's door, getting an exasperated "WHAT?!" in response.
"It's Frey. Can we talk?"
"I'm not sure I want to," Quinn replied.
"Come on, Quinn. Hear me out."
"Fine. Come in."
Freya sat on the edge of her brother's bed, him sitting next to her. The air in the room felt thick, and it made her anxiety even worse.
"I'm- Freya, I just want to understand what your thought process was when you decided to get married to a guy you've been with for a year."
"I'm in love. Don't people say love makes you do dumb things?"
"He's 26."
"I know. But I'm an adult too. It isn't illegal. And it's not like I married some random guy. You know Matt. You've known Matt forever."
"Doesn't mean I'm happy about it. Are you sure this wasn't a shotgun wedding?"
"I'm not pregnant! We're always safe when we-"
"I don't want to hear about your sex life. Especially your sex life with Matthew Tkachuk," Quinn groaned. "But I guess I'm relieved you aren't pregnant."
"Yeah, me too," she giggled.
"Look, I'll get over this, Frey. I just need time. I'm your big brother and I'll always love you, but... I don't know how to feel about this."
"But it has nothing to do with you, Quinn. It's my life. I decided to get married."
"Nothing to do with me? Freya, you're my little sister. And you kept this secret from the whole family. I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to be pissed! Especially when you married my best friend's older brother!"
"I- I'm sorry, Quinn. I'll give you the time. But please remember that I... I am an adult."
"I know, Freya. I know. I- I love you."
"Love you too, Quinn."
"Cracking Luke isn't going to be this easy. He's really upset," Quinn sighed.
Freya entered Luke's room, "Leave."
"Luke."
"No. Leave. I don't want to see you."
"Luke-"
"Leave, Freya! I don't want to talk to you! You betrayed my trust."
"I'm not leaving, Luke."
He sat up in his bed and if looks could kill, Freya would be dead.
"Fine. You want to hear what I have to say? I'm pissed. I am so fucking mad at you. You're my twin! You... you've always told me everything! And I tell you everything! Then I have to find out through a photo that you're not even just dating Matthew Tkachuk... you're married to the fucking guy! Would've been nice to know! Like I don't know... when you started TALKING TO HIM!"
"Luke-"
"No, Freya. I don't want to hear your side of things. Leave. NOW!"
Freya returned to her room with tears in her eyes, clicking on Matt's contact and holding her phone up to her ear.
"Hey, baby. Everything okay?"
"Mom and Dad are happy for us. Quinn said he'll get over it. I don't think Jack even cares. But Luke... Luke is really mad at me. I don't think he's been this mad since I broke his Sidney Crosby mini stick when we were kids."
"I- I can come get you, love. Go for a little drive."
"I want to go home, Matty."
"Home? Like Florida?"
"Yes," she sobbed.
"Okay... okay, baby. We can do that. I-"
"Come get me."
"Okay, yeah. I'm coming. I love you, Freya."
"I love you too, Matt."
A week later, Freya felt like she could finally breathe. Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest. He rocked them back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
"I love you."
"I love you too. You wanna get ready for bed? It's been a long couple of days."
She shook her head, spinning to wrap her arms around his neck.
"What do you want, Frey? Anything you want."
"You," she whispered, meeting their lips in a sweet kiss.
The next morning, Freya woke up to her phone ringing repeatedly.
"Hello?" she answered sleepily. Matthew groaned, rolling over and pulling her body closer to his.
"Hey, Frey! Luke's kind of miserable. D'you think you could talk to him?" Jack's voice broke through the speaker.
"Um... he said he doesn't want to talk to me."
"Who is it?" Matt mumbled.
"He's just being dumb! Frey, you're his best friend in the whole world. He's all mopey without you."
"Then he can apologize for yelling at me and then I'll think about it."
"Frey-"
"Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to enjoy my alone time with my husband."
"Ew-"
Freya hung up, placing her phone back on the nightstand. Matt sighed, throwing her leg over his hip. He buried his head in her neck, his breathing falling into a steady pattern as he fell back asleep. Freya couldn't sleep though, she just wanted Luke to accept that she was happy, why was it so hard for him?
Luke had typed the message to his sister out at least 15 times, but he couldn't find the words to describe how he was feeling. Quinn and Jack, with the help of their parents, had talked some sense into him. He understood that he had the right to be upset with Freya, but he had taken it too far. Now, he just needed his apology to seem sincere and heartfelt.
"Just tell her exactly how you feel," Jack shrugged.
"Ew, you're making it sound like I'm confessing my feelings to a girl."
Jack rolled his eyes, "Shut up, Luke. Just text our fucking sister."
Hey, Freya. I know I shouldv'e done this sooner, but the way I reacted to the news of you and Matt was immature and unfair to you. You were already feeling so much stress and I just added to that. I have the right to be a little upset, but you're right... you don't have to tell me everything. I love you, Frey. Text me when you see this
When Freya saw that text, she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Rolling over and pressing kisses all over Matthew's exposed skin.
"Hm," he groaned, "What's got you in such a good mood?"
"Luke apologized! Everyone is happy for us!"
"That's good. Now sleep. You look exhausted, babe."
"I can't sleep now! Everything is the way I always wanted it to be!"
"Mmm, yeah. That's awesome, Frey."
"Matty! This is the best!"
He laughed, watching sleepily as she straddled his waist. He placed his hands on her hips, running his thumbs over the smooth skin.
"I'm happy that you're happy, baby."
"I'm so happy! Almost as happy as when we got married," she smirked.
"Nothing can top that."
And with that Freya leaned forward and connected their lips. Morning breath or not this was the man she loved, and now she could share him with the world.
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and-claudia · 1 month ago
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Yours pt. 2 (Paddy x reader) (Speak No Evil)
Okay for now I'm just calling this miniseries Yours until I find a title I actually like.
Warnings: Paddy (he is a warning himself), manipulation, age gap, mentions of death, controlling relatives, lies, lots of lies, mentions of p in v sex, morning after pill, you think Paddy is being sweet but its mostly all manipulating
This story will get dark. this is your warning, this part isn't really that dark
Word Count: 3200+
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I woke up at some point, feeling something on the inside of my leg. When my eyes slowly opened, the room was mostly dark with just a soft glow coming from the bathroom door that was half open.
“Sorry, darling. Didn’t mean to wake you. Just wanted to get you at least semi-cleaned up.” He said from where he was sitting beside me, gently wiping away the evidence of our time together earlier in the night. 
He had put on a pair of sweats, but I was still lying on top of the sheets, completely naked. A small shiver ran down my back, causing me to wrap my arms around myself. 
“Here, put this on.” He said, handing me what I could only assume was one of his shirts. 
“Thanks.” I said, sitting up as he finished wiping off part of my leg. 
I put the shirt on, relishing in how it smelt like him, before looking over at him, “What time is it?” 
“Early. You can go back to sleep.” He said. 
I nodded, “Imma go to the bathroom first.” I said, turning to get up off the bed. 
“Ciria’s makeup wipes are in there if you need some.” He said as I walked off, and I gave him a nod. 
I went and did my business. Honestly I was surprised and quite frankly curious as to how he had managed to clean me up so well without me waking up sooner, considering how much of a mess there was between my legs when I fell asleep. However, I was too tired to question it too much. Once I was done, I washed my hands and found the makeup wipes he had mentioned. I quickly wiped off whatever wake was left on my face from both sweating at the club and jumping into the pool. 
When I came back out, Paddy had moved from his spot on the bed to the chair in the corner. 
“There’s something on the side table for you.” He said, nodding to the one closer to me. 
On it sat a water bottle and a box of Plan B. 
“I know you said you were on birth control, but better to be safe than sorry.” He said. 
I nodded and grabbed the box, “No, I agree, thanks.” I said before taking it. 
The sheets had been pulled back, clearly indicating that he was okay with me sleeping under them rather than on top like I had been earlier. However, he wasn’t making any moves to join me. 
“Are you coming back to bed?” I asked. 
“I wasn’t sure if that would be okay with you… I didn’t want to cross any boundaries.” He said with what I would’ve sworn was a nervous laugh, but Paddy didn’t seem like the type of man to ever get nervous, especially in the bedroom. 
“Paddy, I am pretty fucking sure you bruised my cervix last night… I don’t think we have boundaries…” I said. 
He laughed a little at my comment but still stood from his chair and came to join me on the other side of the bed. Once he was settled in, I scooted over to him and looked up at him from where my head was resting on his chest. 
“I meant what I said… if you truly want me, I’m yours, Paddy.” I said. 
He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he just leaned down and kissed me gently. I responded immediately, returning the kiss before a yawn forced me to pull away. Paddy laughed to himself and smiled at me. 
“Get some rest, baby.” He said gently. 
We finally woke up a few hours later. Our families had plans for brunch at a cafe a few blocks away and we both needed to get up and get ready for that. Paddy got up and got dressed fairly quickly after deciding to lie to Ben and Louise, saying that I had gotten sick on my dress and needed a change of clothes to get dressed over here. 
3rd person PoV
Paddy walked through the halls of the hotel until he got to the room where Yn’s aunt and uncle were staying. He knocked twice, then waited. Louise opened the door and was shocked to find Paddy there. 
“Hi, Paddy… where’s Yn?” She asked, clearly worried for his niece. 
“Oh, you fret far too much over her, Louise. Don’t worry, she and Ciria are back in our room. I think she was getting in the shower when I stopped by.” Paddy said. 
“Stopped by?” Louise asked, confused as she leaned against the doorframe. 
“Yes, when we got back, it was quite late. We didn’t want to bother you, so I let her and Cira take our room. It was a king-sized bed and the two of them seemed to really be hitting it off and didn’t seem to mind having to share. I slept on the floor in the room we got Ant.” 
“He has his own room?” She asked. 
“Yes, it’s across the hall. Kinda hard to enjoy certain aspects of your vacation with your kid 5 feet away from you, if you know what I mean.” He said with a laugh as Louise smiled politely, but it was clear she was uncomfortable, “Anyways… I came by to check that our brunch plans were still a go?” 
Lousie looked back into the room to Ben, who just shrugged. 
“Yeah, we’re just about to get ready.” She said after turning back to Paddy.
“Perfect! I also came by to get Yn’s clothes… she got a little sick on her dress. And so she asked me to come by and get her clothes for her. She wrote down what she needed on here.” He said, handing the note to her. 
Lousie looked at it and was a little confused. It listed the sundress she wanted, her makeup bag, what she needed to do her makeup, the jewelry she wanted and where it was in her bag, and what shoes she wanted… but that was it. It lacked any undergarments of any kind. 
“O-okay. One second…” She said, pushing the door shut. 
“What’s that?” Ben asked, seeing the note in her hand. 
“The clothes Yn needs… she threw up on her dress or something, so she’s going to get ready with Ciria in their room, I guess.” She said, walking past him to get to Yn’s suitcase. 
She collected everything that was requested but hesitated, seeing her undergarment bag… maybe she had just forgotten to write it down. The dress she was asked for wasn’t form-fitting; it was nice and flowy, so she shouldn’t have to worry about lines if she wore underwear. After some debate, she grabbed the first pair from the bag, not wanting to invade her privacy, and folded it up into the dress. She put everything into a small bag and went back to the door to Paddy. 
“Here, that’s everything she asked for… I put a few things she didn’t ask for as well, like her uh- her daily medications, purse, toothbrush, that type of stuff…I just figured she forgot to write that down.” Louse said, handing it to him. 
“Thank you. I will let her know. And I will see you lot later!” He said before walking off. 
He got back to his room just as Yn was getting out of the shower. He knocked on the bathroom door and handed her the bag, which she thanked him for with a small kiss. 
He then went and grabbed some clothes for Ciria before walking across the hall to give them to her. 
“Can’t I come back over and get ready with you?” Ciria asked as he handed her the clothes. 
“No, Yn is still there. Get ready here, and get the kid ready, too. We have brunch with the Daltons.” He said. 
“Why is she still there?” She pressed, a pang of jealousy laced in her voice. 
Paddy didn’t reply. He just sent her a look that warned her to quit asking questions. 
“Sorry, I’ll go get ready.” She said, and he nodded once in approval. 
“Remember, all three of us went out last night, and you and Yn slept in the other room. You go along with anything I or Yn say. She believes we do this all the time, I told her that you wanted me to have the night with her. You go along with that. Got it?” He asked, making sure she went along with the string of lies he told Ben and Louise. 
“Yes, sir.” She said before closing the door to get ready.
Yn’s PoV 
Soon, everyone was ready, and we were waiting for my aunt, uncle, and cousin. To tell the truth, I was sad when Ciria and Ant joined us. It was nice pretending it was just Paddy and I, but I had to remind myself that he had a wife and kid, I was just his fun vacation side piece for now. Then, when I saw my family, it felt like even that was ripped away. 
“Everyone ready?” Ciria asked, holding onto Paddy’s arm, to say I wasn’t a little jealous would be a lie. 
“Yeah, I think so.” Louise said, and we all began walking to the restaurant. 
“So, did you have fun last night, Yn?” Ben asked while we sat down waiting for our food.
“Yeah.” I said with a shrug. 
“Still a bit tired, I bet. We had a pretty crazy night.” Paddy said, “Right girls?” 
“Yes. Oh Yn was so much fun to dance with! I wish you all didn’t live so far. I would kill for girls' nights with her… and of course you, Louise.” Ciria said, much to my surprise. 
“I would love that.” I said with a smile over at her. 
Paddy was sat between us. Since it was a round table, there was no real way to separate the two families, not that I was complaining. His knee kept grazing mine under the table, and I was trying not to let myself wonder if it was on purpose or accident. It wasn’t until he leaned forward to tell my uncle something and his hand landed on my leg that I knew it was on purpose. I watched him as he spoke, unable to keep the smile from my face. Until a name brought my attention to my uncle. 
“Me and my brother Brandon used to work together years and years ago.” Ben said. 
“18 years ago.” I corrected him. 
He sighed, “Yeah, 18 years ago…” 
“Oh, what happened? Did you have a falling out?” Paddy asked, seemingly unaware of the tension building between my uncle and me.
“He died.” I said bluntly, “He and his wife, my mother. I was only three. They were in the car, heading to Ben’s place to meet his new girlfriend. I was staying with my grandparents. A drunk driver hit them head-on.” I said, staring at the mimosa I had ordered. 
I picked it up and downed it in one go before excusing myself from the table. Ben never talked about him around me. I wasn’t sad. I was pissed. Everytime he talked about my dad it was a slap in the face that he had actually got to remember him and have memories of him, and I didn’t. And it was his fault. 
I had left the restaurant and went and sat on a bench a little ways down the road. Even though Paddy was there and I wanted to spend as much time with him before our paths parted but I had zero intentions on going back to that brunch. 
“Can I sit?” I heard his voice say cautiously as if speaking to an injured wild animal. 
“Sure… sorry for storming off.” I said, not looking at him. 
“It’s okay… Ben explained.” He said and scoffed. 
“What’d he say? That I still wasn’t over the untimely death of my parents? That I was sent to live with my oh so loving godfather?” I asked sarcastically. 
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it. He said he and Louise raised you, tried to get you to go to therapy to work through you feelings about what happened.” He said. 
I shook my head, “I don’t need therapy, not now at least. Louise only wanted me to go because Agnes goes and she’s into all that new age parenting. But I know exactly how I feel about it, now, and I got there without a fucking therapist.” 
I took a deep breath before explaining what really happened, “I was at my grandparents. Ben had invited my dad and mom to his apartment to meet the girl he had been dating, Louise. On the drive over, they got into a car accident. No one survived… it was their fault. If they weren’t going to his apartment then my parents would still be here.” 
Deep down I knew I sounded crazy. But it was the only way I could rationalize their death. 
“I’m sorry, darling. Come here.” He said opening his arms for me. 
I hugged and he held me close. 
“Then when Agnes was born, I was pretty much cast aside. Everything was about her because she’s their really daughter. And I was left to the sideline to watch her get the childhood they took away from me…I’m sorry, I know that makes me sound crazy probably…” I said when I pulled away. 
“Not at all.” He said much to my surprise. 
“Really?” 
“Yeah, I’ve seen how they treat you now. I think they realized their fuck up and are trying to reverse it now but its too little too late to try and parent you. What’s been done is done and they can’t undo what they did to you. I’m so sorry you were treated like that.” He said. 
“Thank you, Paddy. I’ve never really told anyone all of this and I was sure if I did they would think I was insane… by the way I’m not going back to that brunch. Fuck him. Feel free to go back. I’ll be fine.” I said, secretly hoping he would stay. 
“Well I told them I would go find you… and I think it’s taking a lot longer to find you than I expected. Come on lets get get something to eat.” He said with a smirk. 
Although I really liked that idea, part of me felt guilty about keeping him from his family. 
“I can’t keep you from your family, Paddy.” I said. 
“You can if I’m the one offering. Besides we only have a couple more days together. I intended to use every excuse I can to spend time with you.” He said, leaning over to kiss me. 
A pang of sadness hit me suddenly at that. I knew it was the truth, but I didn’t want to think about that. I knew the likely hood of me seeing him after this vacation were slim. 
“However…” He drew out the word, catching my attention, “After Ben told explained everything about what happened to you and how you all ended up moving and everything. I suggested you all come out to our farm for a bit. Give you a break from the city, get a change of scenery. I told it may do you some good, being out there with the fresh air.” 
“Seriously, when?” I asked, admittedly a bit too excited. 
“Whenever!” He said smiling at my enthusiasm, “I just need your help convince them to come out and see… for you to come see me.” 
“I will.” I promised. 
“Good, now, how about that lunch, hm?” He asked raising an eyebrow and offering me his hand. I nodded with a smile and took his hand before we stood together and he walked us further away from where everyone else was having brunch as we went off to do our own thing. 
In the following days I spent as much time as I could with Paddy. Any excuse I could think of to get close to him I went with. At one point I even agreed to play chicken fight in the pool with Agnes on my shoulders while Paddy had Ant on his. But when the day came for us to leave I was overcome by sadness. Paddy made me feel seen and made me feel more alive that I’ve ever felt before. And now I was leaving that behind back to being the bane of my uncles existence. 
As we came down from our room with our bags, Paddy, Ciria and Ant were all there to see us off. I smiled when I saw him and his smile grew even more when they landed on me. I had secrently kept the shirt he had let me sleep in after the night at the club and I was wearing it right now. 
I waited as everyone else said bye to one another. I gave Ciria a hug telling her I hoped that we could visit soon and her and I could hang out more. I even gave Ant a small side hug telling him Agnes and I had fun playing with him and his dad in the pool. Then I got my turn with Paddy. 
“Oh come here.” He said, wrapping into a tight hug just had he had done with Louise. 
I hugged him back and took a long inhale of his scent knowing I wouldn’t be able to see him for awhile. 
“You look great wearing my clothes… god I’m going to miss you, and your perfect cunt.” He said quietly so no one else would hear. 
I sighed, “I’m going to miss you too… don’t forget, I’m yours.” I whispered back, before pulling away. 
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead, which didn’t seem too suspicious considering he gave Lousie a small peck on the cheek as well. 
“Here, let me help.” Paddy said grabbing my bag along with Agnes’s before following Ben and Louise out to the car. 
We got loaded up and drove away as I sat in silence in the back seat. My only hope was that I could convince my aunt and uncle to actually go out to the farm so I could see him again. 
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joeys-babe · 10 months ago
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Joey B Imagines: New Year’s Day*
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Summary: After a day of misfortune, Joe wants more than just a kiss to ring in the new year…
Warnings: Smut
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Just the Two of Us
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December 31, 2023
(y/n’s pov)
I should've known the night would go the way it did.
It seemed like today, the universe was just not on my side. Earlier, when I was getting ready, the zipper broke on my new dress so I had to wear an old one. My curling iron quit working. I lost one of my earrings that Joe had bought me for Christmas.
The worst part was when Joe and I finally arrived at the New Year’s party at Sam’s house. Joe had just grabbed us both a drink from the makeshift bar Sam had set up in his kitchen. When he handed me my drink, I spilled it all down my cream-colored dress.
“It’s fine, baby.” - Joe
We were currently in the guest bathroom; I told Joe he didn't have to come with me, but he knew that was me asking him to follow me to the bathroom.
“No, it's not! There's wine all down my white dress!” - you
“Hey, calm down.” - Joe
His soft voice, which would usually calm me down, was only pissing me off more.
“Joe, just stop talking! You aren't helping.” - you
“Okay then. What can I do to help?” - Joe
“Go away.” - you
“Honey…” - Joe
I shot him a look that had him dropping his head and exiting the room.
Fuck, this is only making things worse. Sure my day isn't going the greatest but why'd I have to project that onto Joe?
The thoughts of everything that had gone wrong today mixed with the picture of Joe’s sad expression after I told him to leave, and before I knew it, tears were flowing out of my eyes.
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Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the bathroom door. I didn't answer because you'd be able to hear the fact I was crying in my voice.
I stupidly left the door unlocked, so when the door handle turned, I panicked.
My shoulders dropped in relief when Joe walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
Watching his eyes scan my tear-stained cheeks, Joe’s gaze softened, and he rushed to pull me into his arms.
“Hey, hey, it's okay.” - Joe
I buried my face in his neck as Joe ran a big hand over my back, the other holding the back of my head.
“What’s wrong, baby? Just the dress, or is something else going on?” - Joe
“Today's not been a good day.” - you croaked
“I'm sorry… anything I can do?” - Joe
“Just be here.” - you
I cuddled myself into him more, internally laughing at myself for contradicting my statement just ten minutes ago.
“Jess let me borrow a dress from her closet. I grabbed one that I thought you would like and be comfortable in.” - Joe
Jess, Sam’s girlfriend, was a saint for that. I'll have to bake her some cookies as a thank you.
“Thank you.” - you
His sweet gesture somehow only made me cry harder, and regret for how I acted toward him earlier flooded my head.
“Why are you crying harder?” - Joe
“Because I was mean to you earlier.” - you
Joe’s laugh moved his chest, causing my head to shake with it.
“It's okay. I promise. I didn't take it to heart because I knew you were just not having a good day.” - Joe
“Good.” - you sniffled
“I love you.” - Joe
He pressed a big but gentle kiss to my hair, and I felt a smile spread on my lips.
“I love you too.” - you
We stayed intertwined for a few moments before Joe eventually pulled away.
His hands stayed on my waist, and in one swift motion, he sat me on top of the counter.
“Want me to fix your makeup a little?” - Joe
“Please?” - you
Joe rummaged through the cabinets till he found something that looked like it could take mascara stains off. It ended up being a makeup remover, thank god.
With my guidance, Joe got my makeup to look like it somewhat did before. While doing so, Joe whispered sweet nothings that had me forgetting all about today’s misfortune.
All that mattered was our moment together in our friend's bathroom. My time with this man.
I pulled out my phone from my dress pocket to change into the one in Joe’s hand and saw the time in the process.
“It's 11:45!” - you
“Gotta hurry then.” - Joe winked
After playfully shoving his chest, I bunched up the fabric of my dress and pulled it over my head.
Joe silently licked his lips before his mouth dropped open, his eyes never once leaving my body.
I was kinda confused as to why he was reacting in such a way when I got a glance of myself in the mirror.
My lace black bra matching the tiger-striped thong made from the same material. Joe had put it in the bottom of my Chrismas stocking, but I hadn't worn it yet.
“Holy fuck.” - Joe groaned
Maybe I should tease him?
“Shit, I got wine on my bra too…” - you
I unclipped the garment and pulled it off my arms, revealing my bare chest.
“Baby, stop teasing.” - Joe
His voice had dropped down an octave, gaining a whiney tone in the process.
“I'm not trying to do shit, Burrow. Control yourself.” - you
I scrubbed the bra and dress vigorously, Joe clearly ogling my bouncing breasts.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Joe reach down to his crotch to rearrange his forming erection.
“y/n…” - Joe
“What?” - you
I looked at him through the mirror to see his pouty lips and tented jeans.
“Make it quick, I wanna see the ball.” - you
Joe lept forward and grabbed my waist, pulling me into his arms and carrying me into the guest bedroom.
He laid me down on the bed and ran over to the door to lock it before returning.
My first orgasm came fast and hard, Joe using his talented mouth and fingers to quickly bring me to release as breathy moans of his name left my lips.
“God, I need inside you.” - Joe
The digital clock on the nightstand read 12:50.
“Make it quick, Joseph Lee. I don't wanna miss the ball.” - you
Joe stood up and pulled his shirt over his head before shoving his sweatpants and undies down to mid-thigh.
“I'll show you two balls.” - Joe
His attempt at “sexy talk” had me busting out laughing.
“Stop! I'm trying to be sexy here!” - Joe
“Boy, you don't have to try. Just get on top of me.” - you
Joe did as I said and crawled on top of me, his big body equal parts hot and overwhelming.
“You want me?” - Joe
He grabbed his erection and ran his tip through my slick folds. Joe’s eyes were blown wide with lust, his deep voice intoxicating.
“Fuck yes.” - you
With that confirmation, Joe slammed his entire length inside. Both of us moaned as my walls clamped down on his lengthy member.
“You're soaked. So fucking tight.” - Joe
“You can move.” - you breathed out
Joe nodded and immediately set a fast pace. His only thought in mind was my pleasure.
“Feel good?” - Joe
“Joe!” - you moaned
“Mm? Does it? You like it?” - Joe
Moan after moan left my lips, Joe wasn't slowing down either, and his tip was abusing my cervix.
“Yes!” - you
Joe looked down and watched his thick cock move in and out of my heat, feeling himself get closer to release.
Wrapping my legs around Joe’s waist to allow him to get deeper, his eyes met mine, and a shiver went down my spine at the look in them.
“Wish I could stay inside you forever.” - Joe
His dirty praise had me inadvertently arching up into his chest, Joe didn't mind though, he thought the opposite.
“Fucking love you.” - Joe
I got too distracted by the sound of our friends downstairs to return the sentiment. Seems like we were getting closer to the new year.
Joe noticed my attention falling somewhere else and a weird feeling fell over him. Is she not enjoying this?
“Why are you listening to them?” - Joe panted
“I- dunno.” - you
“Listen to us, baby. Fuck, you can hear how wet you are.” - Joe moaned
His statement elicited a moan out of me that I swore came from my toes.
“Joey, fuck.” - you
If it was even possible, Joe moved his mouth closer to my ear, whispering anything he could think of that would drive me wild.
“Listen to my cock move inside you, y/n.” - Joe
“I'm- gonna… cum!” - you
“Atta girl, pay attention to me.” - Joe
My walls were repeatedly squeezing Joe’s cock, each time drawing a small moan from his lips.
“Feels so good.” - Joe groaned
I let out a borderline scream when Joe began sucking on the sweet spot on my neck while rubbing my clit with his thumb.
The sounds of skin slapping skin, along with the wet sounds of Joe moving in and out, seemed to be magnified ever since his statements.
After one specifically hard thrust from Joe, I came around him. I was practically seeing stars as he continued thrusting inside of me.
“Want me to pull out? Easier to clean up.” - Joe
He had to really focus to grit those words out, and I could tell.
“God no. I wanna feel you.” - you
Running my hands up the muscular surface of his back, I laced my fingers into Joe’s hair as he moaned into my mouth.
“Shit… I can't- fuck!” - Joe
Feeling his rush to get as deep as he could had my walls fluttering around Joe’s cock, still not through my orgasm.
Joe continued thrusting as his face contorted from pure pleasure, his climax coming almost as hard as mine did.
“Fuck!” - Joe
With a loud grunt, Joe toppled over on top of me.
Both of our chests heaved, and the only audible sounds were the ones of the ceiling fan and our mutual heavy breaths.
After a minute or so, Joe gently pulled out and flopped over onto his back next to me.
Our fingers intertwined, and we both had deliriously blissed-out smiles on our faces as we stared up at the ceiling.
When we heard the noise downstairs, Joe and I moved our heads to face each other.
“5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Happy New Year!!!”
Slowly leaning in, Joe softly kissed my lips as his hand that wasn't holding mine rubbed my naked back.
The kiss lasted a few sweet seconds before we pulled away.
“Happy New Year, baby.” - Joe whispered
“Happy New Year, Joey.” - you
Joe pulled me against his chest, our cheeks pressed together as I ran my fingers through his hair.
“I love you.” - Joe
“I love you too.” - you
A content sigh graced my lips when Joe gently squeezed me.
“No one else I'd rather start ‘24 with. Being your boyfriend is the best privilege, and I'm so thankful to have you.” - Joe
My heart swelled at his confession, but before I could reciprocate something startled the both of us.
“Everything okay?! You guys have been in there forever! Missed the ball and everything!” - Sam
“Yeah! We're uh- getting the stain out of her dress!” - Joe
“Oh okay! Let me in so I can show you where the stain remover is!” - Sam
Joe and I frantically looked at each other before looking down at my bare breasts and his uncovered cock.
“Give us a second!” - Joe
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Authors note: those mullet pics gave me motivation for this
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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 months ago
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A Night Forgotten
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Part Three
It’s getting more intense 😈
On top of her earlier worries, now Emoni had an even bigger dilemma to contend with: her boss/secret crush was fully awake...and back to his usual mocking self.
Joy.
What was she going to do now? Her options seemed limited to throwing on her clothes lickety-split and pulling a runner or grabbing the sheet, wrapping it around herself, and demanding he—
The toilet flushed, the tap ran for a moment, and then Erik was standing in the open doorway, drying his hands on a towel. With a quick up and down glance, he took her in from head to toe, and a slow, devastating smile crawled up his cheek. "Well, well. It seems I finally got something right between us, my precious Emoni. It's about fucking time."
Emoni dashed across the room and tore the bedding from the mattress, wrapping the soft, cool satin around her naked body.
“A-ha! So, you don't remember what you did to me last night!" she stated, somewhat miffed by the thought.
Surely it hadn't been that bad a lay...had it?
She tossed him a baleful eye.
“Months of trying to get me on a date, months of both our friends hammering away at me to give you a chance, months of putting up with that humiliating interdepartmental betting pool regarding you and my panties...and you can't even remember fucking me, can you?" She made a pftttt sound and crossed her arms in righteous indignation. "Wow, Erik!"
He laughed. "What a little hypocrite you are, Princess, since it appears you're in the same boat I am...figuratively and literally speaking," he countered, crossing his bulging arms and leaning against the bathroom doorpost. "You can't recall a damn thing about last night, either, can you? Can you?"
Her whole body flushed with sexual awareness and her nipples went instantly hard as Erik challenged her.
How was it that this same defiant behaviour during their formative school days had made her itch to cut his balls off and feed it to him back then, but a dozen years later, now it only made her want to lick him all over instead?
It had to have something to do with the long, attractive package currently swinging between his legs, because as he moved, lounging so sexily in the bathroom doorway, she suddenly found herself staring at it with an eager and lusty appreciation. Gahdamn! it was beautiful! And long…and thick…and—Whatever.
She blinked and forcibly turned away, her cheeks burning. "Will you please put some clothes on so we can talk?" she requested. "You're...distracting."
The Prince actually chuckled at that. "Am I really? Well, then I'll have to politely decline, baby girl. I'm enjoying redirecting your attention towards other more profitable thoughts."
She clucked her tongue in annoyance. "You're arrogance is through the roof about all of this."
"This isn't conceit, Emoni. This is contentment."
"It certainly sounds to me as if your ego is doing all the talking today."
"Well, it's not."
She turned back and cast a cynical expression in his direction. "Then, you’re telling me you’re not happy to swagger and strut around because you finally had sex with me after all these years of trying every line in your playbook to stick your dick in me?!”
He stared hard at her. "No, I'm not. I am, however, feeling a sudden urge to spank that ass. Care to step up and volunteer?" He actually growled then. "And for your information, baby girl, I don’t need a playbook, it comes natural. Who's the arrogant one again?"
“How am I the arrogant one!?” She shouted defensively.
“Well,” Erik started counting off on his fingers, “You find every moment to announce how I’ve been chasing after you all this time. You do it as if you’ve been playing this game of making me wait—
She huffed, he sniffed.
"So, we’re gonna stand here and act like you haven’t been wanting a nigga for a while now? Come on, ma. I can see right through you. It sucks you gotta play games when I could have shown you some things.”
He sounded a bit sulky at that.
Emoni glanced at him sideways. Erik truly looked upset by her accusations, which told her more than his words ever could. Perhaps whatever had happened between them the night before hadn't been pre-planned by him, and he hadn't been responsible for her memory gaps, after all.
“Okay…so…nothing?” She questioned.
“Nothing—well…I can remember us dancing. I remember how I dragged you to the dance floor and we Had a ball,” Erik smirked at the fuzzy memory, “You were….all over me. It was definitely the drinks because you would never do no shit like that sober, but…your ex was PISSED. We shared a drink…”
Erik blinked rapidly a few times then his thick, unruly brows snapped together. He drew a blank.
“That’s…wow—that’s exactly what I remember last as well…what the fuck?”
“Weird, right?” Erik said.
Which left Emoni wondering how in hell it was she could ever have forgotten making love to him, because that had been an event she'd ached for and dreamed of for years. That she couldn't remember anything significant at all in the aftermath was not just a maddening mystery, but also terribly disappointing to her as well. With his own memory of the night apparently lost, too, now she'd never be able to know how it had been between them. Had they connected body-to-body, soul-to-soul as she'd always fantasized, or had it been merely about sating sexual hungers and agreeing to move on? That knowledge was lost forever, it seemed, and that made her heavyhearted.
Clearing her throat, she figured she might as well attempt some civility, since he didn't appear to be at fault, if she was properly reading the signs.
“Right. So...what now?"
He shrugged. "We go back to bed."
She tightened the sheets around her with a twist of her hand, unsure if that idea wasn't the worst one in the history of co-worker one-offs and deserved an argument or if she should just give into the temptation and make a whole new set of epic mistakes today with Erik—this time, memorable ones. Decisions, decisions...
"And why would we do that?" she asked, trying to buy herself some time to come up with a third alternative.
Erik frowned at that. "To sleep. Maybe to fuck again later, once we're both more rested... Why are you so skittish all of the sudden?”
Because you're gloriously naked and suck-able, she thought, and I really want to run my mouth all over you this instant.
"Because I'm understandably nervous right now," she said instead, feeling her palms grow slick with a feverish need to touch him.
As if he'd discarded her words in favour of listening in on her more honest thoughts and impulses instead, he rewarded her with a slow, wicked smile. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice thick with lusty insinuation.
He shifted then, and it took all of Emoni’s willpower to keep her eyes from drifting downwards to seek out the slight movement between his legs again. No way was she getting caught in that mesmerizing action twice.
“Yes, I just said," she reiterated, fanning herself with a hand and wondering if it were possible to spontaneously combust.
Noting her distress, Erik’s teasing waned. "Why?
A third alternative suddenly presented itself: rationally discussing the matter to death. That's what Emoni did best, after all. "Because regardless of the fact that we've each experienced a disturbing loss of memories of the last twelve or so hours, we're both cognizant that some level of physical intimacy passed between us last night," she pointed out, switching into 'professional mode'. "Our relationship, therefore, has evolved and requires us to come to some form of an agreement and an arrangement as to its future."
"Agreement? Arrangement?" He almost sounded offended, “You're starting to sound like a wife looking for a pre-nup, Moni." He jerked his chin towards her bellybutton, and the piercing that lay just beneath the sheets that covered it. "Was that diamond chandelier in your navel not enough for you? Or do you need a bigger declaration of my intentions? I suppose I can get you a ring for your finger to match, if you want.”
She tsked at him for joking at a time like this. "I'm talking about our working relationship, you asshole! What we did here last night...this is going to alter that dynamic, like it or not."
He raised an eyebrow at that. "Why does it have to, though?”
Unbelievable! Could he not see that everything had changed?
Pushing off from the wall, he approached her, "It was about time it did, too! All this time trying to get your attention the old-fashioned way was getting me nowhere with you. Derek and Natalie were right—you needed me to act, not attempt to manipulate you into making the first move,” Reaching out, he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "I needed to change, my Emoni, or we were never getting here."
She rubbed at her achy temple. "Do you realise you always refer to me so possessively? Why do you do that? We're not even officially dating, but you talk about me as if I'm your significant other.” She argued.
The idea irritated her, because in truth, she'd wanted him to think of her in such a manner—had for a long time now—but Erik had always been impossible to pin down. Like a male butterfly, he'd always liked his freedom...and his women. Not that she'd been totally celibate over the years, but she couldn't boast near the number of partners he'd put to bed. And all along, even when he was with those other women, he'd shamelessly flirted with her, tossing out provocative innuendo or joking propositions that always ended in her scolding or itching to slap him, and invariably nursing a sore heart. It bothered her now that he would continue to play this game with her, especially as they'd obviously crossed a line last night.
"Where's my damn phone?" she asked, too tired to attempt looking for it.
Erik tore his eyes away from her and he scanned the room until he found her hand bag tossed on the floor beneath a lounge chair in his room. He took long strides to grab her bag and then he crossed over to her. He handed it to her and watched her open it, a relieved sigh escaping her mouth as she pulled it out. She checked the time and it was very late in the afternoon. No one had called her or texted. She went to her photos and there were over fifty pictures she’d taken.
She frowned at that. This could help.
"You're welcome," he said, looking at her.
"Oh, uh, thanks," she stammered after the fact, staring at her photo gallery, “But, um...I have a bunch of photos of us…do you?" She asked, "Is that karaoke?! Wait—a tattoo parlor?!!! Little White Chapel?!!! What the fuck?!"
Erik was silent for a long while in the face of that revelation, so she glanced up at him to find out why.
He was staring...no, glaring at her chest. The sheet had fallen and her titties were exposed. Deep brown areolas and thick, pointed nipples against tawny skin.
"Take that sheet off, Emoni," he demanded with a primal look in his eye, "Do it right now."
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darkeralmond · 5 months ago
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Can you do a william Smith smut when they get home from his draft. Pls I haven't seen any writing pieces for him and he's so cute.
Ps. I love your writing pieces
THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST ILYSM ❤️❤️❤️
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All Night
Will Smith x fem! Reader
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synopsis: it’s draft night and you attend the draft with will and his family, but while there will’s drooling over your body. when he gets drafted, you tell him you have a reward for him in your guys’ hotel room
warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, oral (m! recieving)
word count: 1.2k
a/n: HEY GUYS!! i wanna get back to writing smuts and imagines so i saw one of my old requests and thought i would write it. also i am so excited to see macklin and will play tg!! enjoy i love u guys sm ❤️❤️
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It was the night Will had been waiting for his entire hockey career. It was NHL draft night, and he was determined to go in the first round. As his long time girlfriend, he really wanted to take you to Nashville with him and his family to cherish the moment with you.
While entering Bridgestone Arena, there were media teams all over the place capturing all the young prospects. Players such as Connor Bedard, Adam Fantilli, and Oliver Moore who were just as glorified by the press as your boyfriend.
Photographers were snapping pictures of Will, ESPN commentators were interviewing him, and all you could do was step back and watch like an outsider.
After escaping the media frenzy by entering Bridgestone, he pulled you close to him and whispered, “You doing good?”
“Yeah, it’s just really crowded,” you answered. Fancy events made you anxious, so being at a nationally televised event with your super popular boyfriend was super overwhelming.
“Well, you look beautiful,” he teased before kissing your temple. His grip around you grew tighter as he stared at your chest which was slightly exposed with your v-neck dress, causing him to lick his lips. He then turned to his parents and said, “Hey, I’m gonna take Y/N the bathrooms so she doesn’t get lost. We’ll meet you guys in there.”
“Sounds good, just be at the table by 5:30,” his mom advised before heading down to their reserved spots. Will moved his hand from your waist to your hand before guiding you away from the crowd of people.
“Will, what are you doing?” you asked as he pushed through the crowd to a more secluded area. He spun to face you before kissing you deeply. You returned the action by moving your hands up to the sides of his neck. He ran his hands down your back and groped your ass.
You gasped before pulling away. “Will! Not here!” You meant for it to come out as stern, but you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Fuck. Why did you wear such a revealing dress?” he whined as he stared at your chest. “You know I can barely control myself around you. This is torture!”
You pecked a kiss on his cheek before saying, “You’ll have all this to yourself when we get back to the hotel. Remember, your parents got us our own room.”
He groaned again. “That’s hours from now!”
“Looks like you’ll just have to wait,” you teased as you winked at him. “Now come on, your mom will kill you if you’re late.”
The draft started shortly after that, and you held onto his hand as you and everyone else anxiously waited for his name to be called. Will ended up getting drafted to the San Jose sharks as the 4th overall pick, and he was over the moon. When they announced his name, the cameras panned onto him as everyone erupted into applause and cheers. Will let go of your hand as he and everyone at the table stood up, clapping and embracing him.
Will finally got to you as he grinned from ear to war and pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. Your eyes rimmed with tears as the two of you held onto each other. You placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered into his ear, “Looks like I need to award you with a blow job in the hotel room.”
Now he was smiling even harder with his face red as he walked up to the stage to accept his hat and jersey. When he came back to his seat, he leaned into your ear and whispered, “Thank God they couldn’t see how hard I am just now.”
The first round of the draft took hours to complete due to the amount of prospects, so when it concluded his parents complained about how exhausted they were. Not you and Will though. You guys would’ve gone straight to sleep when you got to your room, but you both were really horny and ready to celebrate.
When you made it back to the hotel, his dad gave Will a keycard to the room. “Here’s a keycard for you guys to share. Your mom and I are gonna keep this one to check in on you so don’t be getting into trouble. I’ll see you two in the morning,” his dad said before heading down the hall to the hotel room for him and his mom.
“Good night!” Will yelled out to his parents before looking down at me, holding up his key card. “Looks I have you for the night.”
You ushered him by saying, “Hurry up! I’ve been waiting for this all night!” He scanned the card and the door unlocked.
Before you even made it in the room, his hands were all over you. His lips were all over yours, and he was kissing you like your life depended on it. You could barely even breathe as his tongue brushed across your lower lip before he opened his mouth and licked your top lip with fervor.
You broke the kiss so you could breathe. “I need this off you now,” you said as you unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and he shrugged them both off, letting it fall to the floor. “You ready for your celebration?”
He ecstatically nodded his head causing you to grin as you tugged off his pants. His boxers were black, very tight and covered in little white hearts. In your opinion his boxers had every right to be tight, he knew what was coming.
With his boxers gone and his obvious erection, you got down on your knees in front of him and stroked his tip with your tongue.
Will moaned softly causing chills to run down your spine. Your hands traveled up his dick, firmly grasping at the base. You kissed the tip and then slowly lowered your mouth to take half of him in your mouth. Multitasking, your other hand massaged stroked slowly.
He groaned in bliss as his hands held onto your hair. “That feels good, yeah?” you asked after pulling away, continuing to stroke his dick with your hand. He moaned again, louder than before, as confirmation. Your stomach flipped in excitement and you smiled wickedly.
“You look so fucking beautiful, baby,” he praised. You didn’t respond with words, you only let out a soft hum in amusement as you took his dick in your mouth again.
He thrashed his hips forward in order to go deeper down your throat. This caused you to slightly choke as a mix of saliva and his pre-cum escaped your mouth. “God, I wanna be inside you…” he whispered quietly.
You pulled away again and made eye contact with him, still jacking him off. “Oh, sweetheart,” you purred. “This is only the beginning.”
As he grew closer to finishing, your head bobbed up and down fast as your sucking became harder. He kept moaning your name louder and louder like an addiction that no drug could replace.
It only took him a minute to finish before he shot a load in your mouth. When you swallowed it, he groaned. “Wow… wow, that was amazing,” he rasped breathlessly.
“You still have my body to get through, you know?” you replied as you wiped the residue off your face with the back of your hand. “You said you wanted to be inside me, right?”
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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 4 months ago
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Wet // Hazel Callahan*
request: none!
propmts: none!
summary: hazel thought it'd be a fun idea to tease you right before your friends came over for a pool party, wanting to just rile you up and make you wait, knowing that there was nothing you could about it. right? wrong.
warnings: smut, public sex, fingering, slight degradtion, dom!reader, sub!hazel, language, getting caught, edging, pj being an ass
word count: 1.5k
a/n: gn!reader, reader wearing a bikini but there’s no physical description of reader
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It was finally summer break. And after a very long and very complicated senior year, you and the rest of the fight club wanted nothing more than to just relax. Luckily for you, your girlfriend Hazel just so happened to have a pool in her backyard. What better way to kick off the summer than with a pool party with your girlfriend and all of your best friends? 
“How long until everyone else gets here?” you asked, laying on your stomach on Hazel’s bed in your brand new red bikini. Hazel’s eyes practically popped out of her head when she first saw you in it, the skimpy fabric leaving very little to the imagination.
“They were supposed to get here ten minutes ago, but knowing them, probably another hour,” she replied from the bathroom, where she was currently getting changed.
You huffed and rolled onto your back, your head hanging over the edge of the bed. “Why are you even getting changed in there? It’s not like I haven’t already seen everything.”
Hazel giggled, the sound making your stomach do flips. “Because I don’t want you getting any ideas. We’re supposed to have company any minute now and I would rather we don’t get walked in on humping each other.”
You scoffed, “Oh please, we would not be humping each other. If anything we would be-,”
“Hazel! Your friends are here!” Mrs. Callahan called from downstairs, interrupting you right before you could tell Hazel all the things you wanted to do to her. 
“Hold that thought, baby. I don’t think our friends are gonna appreciate hearing all that,” Hazel said, walking out of her bathroom in a dark green bikini that you were practically drooling over. You roll back onto your stomach to get a better look, shamelessly checking out your girlfriend. “I’d love to hear it later though,” Hazel said, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss before pulling away and winking at you before walking out of her room to meet everyone else, leaving you a flustered and slightly horny mess. 
You grumbled to yourself before reluctantly getting up and following her, when an idea formed in your head. If Hazel wanted to tease you like that, then you’d just have to do the same. So what if you had company?
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You had spent the past hour, just biding your time, waiting for the perfect moment to enact your revenge. By now Hazel had completely forgotten about the moment you shared in her bedroom, her mind currently only focused on beating PJ in a chicken fight, which you were more than happy to watch. Sitting on a bench in the deep end of the pool, you watched as Hazel pushed PJ off of Josie’s shoulders, sending the two of them toppling into the water. You smiled at her as she got off of Slyvie’s shoulders and swam over to you.
“Hey! What’re you doing sitting all the way over here?” she asked, taking a seat beside you.
You moved your body slightly to block her from everyone’s view before leaning in closer to her, your hand slowly moving up her thigh as your lips meet her ear.
“Don’t think I forgot about earlier,” you whispered, a sultry tone to your voice.
Hazel looked confused for a moment, having forgotten about what had happened entirely, before it dawned on her. “Oh right. That,” she said, an amused grin on her face. “Hope you’re not too mad at me.”
You smirked, pulling back to look at her again. “Oh, not at all. But you didn’t think I was just gonna let you get away with it, did you?”
A shiver ran down Hazel’s spine at your words, a teasing smile growing on her face. “Of course not. I l know I’m in for it later.”
You laughed softly, causing Hazel to scrunch up her face in confusion. “What’s so funny?”
“Poor dumb baby. I’m not waiting til later. I wanna play with you right now…”
You dragged your nails down her stomach, pulling a soft whimper from Hazel. Her eyes widened in panic as your hands kept moving lower. Hazel reached down and tried to pull your hands away. 
“What’re you doing?! Our friends are right over there!” Hazel whisper-yelled. 
“I guess you’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you?” you asked, your fingers playing with the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms. 
You looked into her eyes, waiting to see if she would try to protest again, but Hazel only nodded in agreement. 
“Good girl…” you drawled, finally slipping your hand beneath the material and just barely ghosting your fingers over her clit. 
Hazel whined softly, her hips eagerly bucking forward into your touch, causing you to laugh under your breath.
“Looks like someone’s needy. You really needed this, didn’t you, baby?” you cooed softly, finally applying more pressure on her aching clit. “Yeah, I bet you did.”
Hazel’s face flushed at your words, and she hid her face in your neck, her teeth sinking into your skin as she tried to quiet her pathetic little whimpers.
“Such a good girl for me,” you whispered, your breath hitching from the pleasurable pain in your neck. Slowly, you moved your hand further down and dragged your fingers over her needy pussy, eliciting a whine from her. 
“Please…” Hazel whimpered softly, her hips desperately moving against your hand as she tried to get the friction she oh so desperately wanted. 
“Please what? What is it, baby?” you say mockingly, knowing full well what she wanted and making sure you moved just slow enough to keep it from her. 
“Want-,” Hazel stutters in embarrassment, her voice becoming a pathetic whine, “want your fingers. Please. Need them inside of me.”
You smiled at her words, loving how embarrassed she got every single time she tried to tell you what she wanted. Wrapping your other arm around her waist, you pulled her closer to you before slipping two fingers into her dripping pussy, the water you were both in proving to be an excellent lubricant. 
Not expecting the sudden stretch, Hazel couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips, unable to silence herself in time. You had hoped no one heard, since all of your friends were being pretty noisy, but PJ, being annoying and nosy as per usual, took notice. 
“What was that? You guys fucking over there?” PJ called over with a smug grin on her face, alerting the rest of the club of your intimate moment with Hazel. 
Not bothering to cease your movements, you continue to finger Hazel as you look over to PJ. “You wish, I’d bet your perverted ass would love to watch. Hazel just has cramps, that's all, right baby?” 
You turn back to Hazel, angling your fingers just right to continually abuse her g-spot while your palm rubs against her clit, hurtling her closer and closer to the edge. She knew it was wrong, she shouldn’t have still been so turned on after getting caught, but the feeling of doing something so naughty only made the pleasure building up inside of her grow.
“Uhh… y-yep! J-just cramps. That’s all,” she stuttered out, desperately trying to keep her moans in, feeling her climax building. 
“I think we’re gonna go back inside so she can lay down. See you guys in a bit!” you said cheerfully, shutting down any more of PJ’s attempts to annoy you, before pulling your hand away mere seconds before Hazel’s orgasm, leaving her even more desperate for you than she was before. 
Hazel whined softly at the sudden loss of contact, her nails digging into your arm and trying to pull you back. But you wouldn’t budge. Instead you stood up on the bench you were hiding on and climbed out of the pool, waiting for Hazel to follow. Which she did, but not without a pout on her face. 
“You’re so adorable when you’re pouting, baby,” you whispered to her, giggling as you draped a towel over her shoulders before grabbing one for yourself. 
Taking her hand, the two of you walked back inside her house and up to her room. Once her bedroom was shut behind you, you turned to hazel and all but dragged her to her bed before pushing her back onto it. 
“Such a pretty girl…” You smirked down at her as you climbed over her, straddling her hips and pinning her to the bed.
“Please… I was so close. Why’d you stop?” Hazel whined, wanting nothing more than for you to touch her again. 
“You didn’t forget how you got yourself into this predicament in the first place, did you? You didn’t think I was actually gonna let you cum, right?”
Hazel’s eyes widened slightly, the threat of being left unsatisfied only making her even more desperate for you. “Uhm…”
You smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “My poor dumb baby. You’re in for a long night.”
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wosoluver · 6 months ago
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Celebration
Claudia Pina x reader, Barça femeni x reader
-> this last game, Clau wasn't able to score, but you helped her chill and celebrate the league's win >>
Claudia Pina Masterlist
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You could see the frustration plastered onto her face. Not once, not twice, but over five shots. None of them would hit the back of the net.
First being taken down in the penalty box, on a very promising chance, making sure we got a penalty.
Frido hit it perfectly, placing it right in the goal. Making it 1-4.
At 85' Clau kicked the ball, but it went straight into the Granada goalkeeper's hands.
Then Brugts made an amazing cross, but she missed it, by so little. Someone was able to get a rebound, and still, it just wouldn't go in.
Next Hansen passed her the ball, but she had fallen down after another player had harshly pushed her.
At the stoppage time, she dribbled well, but the ball was deflected, now getting a chance from a corner. But nothing. Like every play after that.
You were already winning the game.
But Claudia felt an extreme need to prove herself. Even knowing she was one of the best in the team, and definitely the future of Barça.
And you weren't saying this just because she's your girlfriend. Everyone saw it too.
When the final whistle blew, instead of instantly celebrating, she sat on the grass with her hands on her head.
You ran from the bench straight to her.
"Amor you did amazing. Don't be so hard on yourself." you kneeled down in between her legs.
"I missed all my fucking chances!"
"You did everything in your reach. They did some good defending. And overall, the rest of the team could have done better too. Esmee and Bruna also made some mistakes."
"I know, I just can't believe I couldn't do anything."
"You almost scored the first pass you got after entering the game!
But I know no matter how much I try, I won't convince you, so.
How about we celebrate our league title tonight, your amazing 12 goals this season and when we are back home we can work on your finishes and do some practice?"
"Deal." she said giving you a small smile. That didn't quite reach her eyes. But you were determined to change that.
You pulled her up and instantly jumped on her back.
"VAMOOOS! CAMPEONES!" you screamed from the top of your lungs.
You got down to hug the other girls, getting ready to take the celebration picture, sitting on the ground in between Vicky and Ona.
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You went in to the bathroom, needing to pee, but when coming out of the stall, you were sprayed in the face by Patri and Lucy, who were jumping around euphoric.
"Goddamn! It stings!" you yelled while being pulled in by the girls.
"Amor, close your eyes." she asked you, while using her shirt to clean your eyes. "There."
"Thank you."
You proceeded to jump around in a mosh pit, along with your friends. Then Patri had the brilliant idea to go around the hallway dancing and singing. She held the speaker in one hand and the phone on the other, as everyone trailed behind her, you held onto your girlfriend.
"IZQUIERDA, DERECHA, IZQUIERDA, DERECHA, AYE VAMOS!"
And while the team was somewhat distracted, you pulled Clau back into the locker room.
You both did the best you could to keep professional during work. But today felt okay to let go.
"Another one! Together." you said grabbing two tiny bottles of champagne, handling her one. "Cheers."
"Cheers mi amor!" she pulled you in for a kiss. "I love you."
"Y yo a ti." with your hands around her neck, kissing once again.
But you were rudely interrupted.
"Oye!" said Ona walking in with Lucy.
"Oh don't start! What were you two walking in here for? Together?" you teased them.
"Yeah, the party is outside. Unless you were here for the same as us." your girlfriend joined you, while wiggling her brows.
"What? No!" they said at the same time, nervously.
"Come on! We already know!" laughter erupted in the room as everyone walked back in.
The next thing you knew, Cata was slip' n sliding in beer. Claudia joining her, and you knew this wouldn't end well.
As you turned to talk to Patri, you felt yourself being taken down. Your girlfriend had basically stricked you down like a bowling pin. And ended up under you.
"CLAUDIA!" you yelled out, as a drunk Cata, could only laugh, looking at the whole situation.
As Salma filmed everything, and the girls cheered on.
"Fuck! My hand!" you whispered.
"I'm so sorry!" she said helping you up. "Are you okay?"
"No, I think I might have broken my hand."
At the start of the night you all knew, you were in for some partying, but not that everyone would take the flight next day with an insane hangover, Cata still wasted, and you with a cast on your hand.
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I know some of you expected some smut, and it's not. But I can confidently say there is a Pina smut coming! 🩷
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thebisexualdogdad · 1 month ago
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Smutober day 12: Barry Allen x Male!reader - The other side of the world
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You had been in London for two weeks for work and you talked on the phone with Barry every day.
“I can't wait to come home next week, I miss you so much,” you tell your boyfriend over the phone.
“I know I've been counting down the days till you get back,” he replies.
“Have you been keeping yourself busy?”
“Oh yeah we finally locked up mirror master today, caught him while he was trying to rob a bank,” he tells you.
“That's great,” you reply happily but you had been horny for days and was missing more than just hearing his voice, “I miss you.”
“You said that already,” he chuckles.
“No Barry, I miss you,” you say and then Barry's phone dings that he got a message.
He opens it up to see you sent him a photo of you in your hotel bed, you're shirtless with your sweatpants pulled down just enough to tease him with the base of your cock.
“Barry? You still there?” You ask when he doesn't say anything.
“Open your door,” he finally says, breaking the moment of silence.
You get up and walk over to the door, opening it up to find Barry standing there.
“You really ran to the other side of the world for me?” You ask, hanging up your phone and slipping it in the pocket of your sweats.
“I'd run around the world a million times for you,” he says, stepping inside the room and kissing you hard.
He kicks off his shoes as you make out, walking backwards towards the bed.
He pushes you down to sit on the edge and he gets to his knees, kissing your lower stomach as he pulls your sweats off.
“If I knew all it took for you to run across an ocean was a dick pic I would have sent you one days ago,” you laugh as he strokes you, your cock growing hard in his hand.
He chuckles and takes your semi hard cock in his mouth, expertly bobbing his head.
You tangle your hand in his hair, giving him praise as he sucks your now fully erect cock.
“God Barry you always make me feel so good,” you groan as he massages your balls.
He continues to work your cock but now his finger is playing with your hole, easing it inside.
You moan loudly as he uses his powers to vibrate his finger stretching you out.
“Holy shit,” you gasp, when Barry learned this trick a few years ago he took full advantage of it whenever possible.
He adds a second finger, pumping them deeper inside you and continuously hitting your g spot as he has your entire cock in his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” you shout, cumming straight down his throat.
Barry swallows it all, removing his fingers and releasing your cock with a wet pop.
“Turn over baby,” he tells you as he stands up and you crawl onto the bed, your ass in the air ready to be fucked by him.
Barry strips off his clothes, slapping his hard cock against your ass to tease you.
“Barry,” you groan as he slips the tip inside you.
“I've had to use our toys to get myself off the last two weeks but none of them ever felt as good as your ass,” he says, holding onto your waist as he starts to fuck you.
It doesn't take long for you to get hard again with Barry pounding you from behind but then he starts to vibrate his cock.
“Oh my god yes just like that,” you cry out, your eyes rolling back.
Barry smirks proudly knowing exactly what he's doing to you and he also gets the benefit of getting to watch your ass jiggle from the vibrations.
You reach down and start jerking yourself off, another orgasm quickly approaching.
“I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,” you chant, shooting out onto the bedsheets.
Barry returns to a normal human pace, pulling out of you and vibrating his hand as he uses it to help him cum all over your ass.
He speeds to the bathroom and grabs a towel as your arms finally give out on you and you fall to the mattress.
Back with a nice soft towel from the bathroom he cleans the cum off your ass and the sheets letting you flip over onto your back.
Throwing the towel to the floor he crawls onto the bed and lays next to you, “you okay babe? I didn’t over do it did I?”
“Baby that was incredible,” you say, scooting closer to him and putting your head on his chest.
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lunajay33 · 3 months ago
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Change Part.8
•🩰🎀🩷•
Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead
Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader
A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!
Part.7
•Masterlist•
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After the events of yesterday the world seemed worse, if that was possible, the gore of blood and death, the screams still echoed in my head and not having Daryl around brought me back to feeling weak, like when I could protect myself against Jackson
“Ya okay Angel?” I looked up from my spot on Daryl’s bike as everyone around us finished packing up their belongings for our drive to the CDC, hoping to find sanctuary there
“Oh yeah I’m just……I don’t know D so much has happened lately I just don’t know how to handle it, I’m scared” his hand rubbed up and down my arm reassuringly
“I’ve always got ya, you and our lil ballerina, I know this ain’t what we wanted but we’ll find a home again” his words eased my worries just a bit
“Ya still haven’t told me how ya got that bruise, it’s darker now” he asked gently tracing the purple and yellow bruise that blotted along my chin and jaw
“Oh that….i was down by the water yesterday trying to ease my aching legs and umm….Ed came he wouldn’t leave me alone and well this happened, thankfully Shane was there before he could do anything worse” I could see the anger rise in his expression
“It’s lucky that sum bitch is dead or I woulda killed him myself”
“Can’t say I’m upset about how he died, but of karma in my opinion” noticing him unclench his fists and sigh knowing I hate when he gets upset because he always gets so worked up and it’s not good for him
He ran his fingers through my hair grazing my cheek
“I haven’t gotten ta tell ya how beautiful ya look, why’d ya cut yer hair?”
“I just wanted a change, thought with everything going on it would be better with short hair to deal with”
“Daryl you ready to go?” T-Dog asked from across the way
“Ya we’re ready” he loaded the bike in the back of the truck and we were all off on the road headed to the CDC
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After hours of driving we finally made it, the sun was setting and the walkers were closing in but thankfully someone above answered our prayers and opened the doors, quickly making our way inside, Daryl’s hand never leaving my hip making sure I was in his grasp the whole time
Jenner showed us around, Daryl brought me into one of the rooms closing the door shut as we both slumped down on the bed
“God what a day” I sighed rubbing my belly
“Ya got that right sunshine”
“Wanna take a shower with me, it’s been a while” I smirked walking to the bathroom doors
“Ya don’t gotta ask me twice”
The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me resting on my bump as the warm water rolled over us felt surreal, amazing
“I missed this, did this almost every night back in the old house” he groaned into my shoulder
“Me too, remember how nervous you were the first time we showered together, you were so cute” I laugh as I run my hand back through his hair
“I ain’t cute woman”
“Mmmhmm sure”
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I had just gotten home from a late shift at the dinner, huffing as I threw myself on the bed kicking off my shoes letting my sore feet breath, my family was gone on a trip not having even invited me, not like I’d wanna go anywhere with them
Then my door bell rang, groaning I got up and answered my mood immediately brightened seeing it was Daryl
“D! What’re you doing here?” I asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist bringing us both back into the house
“Missed ya, I know how work gets ya stressed and all worked up”
“Well you certainly made my night better by coming” I said leaning back seeing his little smile that always made my heart jump
“Have ya eaten?”
“Not yet but I want to take a shower first”
“K I’ll wait here” I went to head to the bathroom when I stop with an absurd idea, turning back to him
“Actually do you maybe……I don’t know, shower with me?” His face exploded in red but he slowly nodded following me to the bathroom
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After showering we got in more comfortable clothes and went down with the other for a proper meal, Daryl had fun actually letting loose around the others, it was nice to see
Helping him back to the room he slumped on the bed immediately passing out, that night we finally had a peaceful sleep knowing there was no walkers getting in this time
Waking up in the morning to see Daryl was already gone, probably eating his weight in food from the hang over, I changed back to day clothes noticing my tank top was rolled up my belly more, I must have popped that’s when I heard alarms going off, my moment of appreciation for my little baby was gone, short lived like every fleeting moment now
Running down to the main room seeing everyone gathered, quick to get to Daryl’s side
“D what’s going on?”
“The damn generators are empty this place is gonna blow and that sum bitch locked us in here!” He yelled
This can’t be the end, no please not yet, there was still so much
“We need to find a way out I can’t die, YOU CANT LOCK US IN HERE” I screamed panicking now, Daryl held me against his chest as I cried
“I’m gettin us the hell outta here” he took an axe and started smashing the door barely making a dent
With some convincing Jenner opened the doors, Daryl grabbing my hand quickly running off the the entrance, getting out and back in his truck again before the explosion
“I can’t do this Daryl, all this stress it’s gonna kill me” I hiccuped from all the crying soothing my hand down over my belly
“Hey don’t speak like that, I know it’s hard but we gotta keep goin just a lil more sunshine”
“Just a little more”
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Part.9
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prolife-is-prolie · 1 year ago
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I celebrated Roe V Wade being overturned. I am now being investigated for having a miscarriage.
"The happiest moment in my life was when I said "I do" to my husband seven years ago. My second happiest moment was at the Supreme Court building on June 24, 2022. Seeing an endless sea of happy, cheerful faces, the champagne bottles being popped open, watching as bubbles floated on by, the feeling was electric! Babies were going to be saved!
And then a year later, on June 24, 2023, the third happiest moment in my life occurred. The two faint lines revealed themselves on the pregnancy test. I was pregnant! Finally! After years of hoping, praying, and multiple IVF treatments, I was finally pregnant! Life was perfect. My husband took me out to dinner and he never left my side the whole night. He came home from work one day with a giant book of baby names. It didn't take us long to decide: Ophelia if it was a girl, and Benson if it was a boy.
I thanked the Lord for gifting me with a happy marriage and a baby that I prayed so much for. But the Lord had other plans. August 23, 2023, my world came crashing down. I woke from a deep sleep and was overcome with painful cramps. I looked under the blanket and was horrified by what I saw: A huge puddle of red. I ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and I cried. I was having a miscarriage.
My husband woke up and noticed the puddle of blood. I've never seen him look so scared in my life. He hugged me while I sat and bled on the toilet. We then stripped down and got in the shower, where he held me, not caring about the blood running down my legs. I scheduled an emergency doctor's appointment for later in the day. The doctor confirmed our worst fear, I had a complete miscarriage. There wasn't anything more that could be done.
I sat on the table in that cold room while I waited for the doctor to come back with my paperwork. I was completely numb. I had no more tears left to cry. My husband stood by me and held my hand while we waited. And then we heard the knock on the door. We were expecting the doctor to enter. Instead, we were met with a couple of police officers.
My husband and I were escorted to the police station. It was there that we were informed that my miscarriage was deemed suspicious. The officers told us that due to the fact that we lived in a pro-life state, this was the new protocol. My husband and I were each taken to separate interview rooms, where we were questioned for six hours. I was asked a variety of questions:
What did I do the night before miscarrying?
Did I have a fall that could have caused the miscarriage?
Did I intentionally cause trauma to my abdomen to induce a miscarriage?
Did I take abortion pills?
Could my husband have slipped abortion pills into my drink?
At first, I tried to be understanding, but that quickly turned to anger. They were accusing my husband and me of purposefully killing our baby. I told the interviewer over and over that we wanted our baby and that we would do nothing to cause harm to our baby. After six hours, the questions let up. The interviewer left the room and I instantly broke down in tears again.
I cried for the baby I lost. I cried because my husband and I were being accused of killing our baby. I cried because I felt like nobody was listening to me. And I cried because this is what pro-choicers said would happen when Roe was overturned. Everything that they said would happen was happening.
Miscarriages were being investigated as murders. Children were being forced to give birth to their rapists' babies. Babies were being born and discarded in trash cans and dumpsters. And we have not done a damn thing about any of this. My husband and I were released, but not before being told that we weren't allowed to leave town due to the fact that we were being investigated.
I read articles about the women in Texas suing the state because of the anti-abortion laws. I read about the 13-year-old girl who gave birth to a baby she did not want. I read about the 11-year-old who had to flee her home state to get an abortion, only for the doctor who performed the abortion to get fined. I felt sick to my stomach reading these stories. And once again, my sorrow was replaced with anger.
I thought back to what I thought was one of the happiest moments of my life, Roe V Wade being overturned. In my mind, the happy smiles that I saw were suddenly replaced with evil snarls. The champagne that was popped was replaced with acid. The bubbles became heavy glass and they fell to the ground. My god, what have we done?
I forwarded the articles to my husband and I saw all color leave his face. The night after our interrogations, we ate dinner in silence. After knowing this man for 17 years and being married to him for seven of those years, he didn't need to talk for me to know what he was thinking. And I agreed with him:
Overturning Roe V Wade was a huge mistake."
-Constance, 37.
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lemoncrushh · 4 months ago
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Best Friends
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Summary: You and Harry are best friends, but he would love for it be more.
Warnings: None, just fluff
Word Count: 1628
A/N: A cute best friends blurb from 2016. This blurb is a little bit different. It's still written for the reader, but it's in Harry's POV like he's telling you about you and him. It's 1D Harry, but you are roommates (not sure why I did that, it might have been a request lol). Louis, Niall, Liam and Cheryl appear in this one too.
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"Y/N!" you heard me call from the kitchen.
"Yeah babe?" you yelled from your bedroom.
"What do you want for dinner?"
You slipped into your shorts and t-shirt, not bothering to put on a bra. You'd been living with me for years, and we were best friends. There was no reason for you to be modest around me. You walked into the kitchen, lightly drying your hair with a towel.
"What have we got?" you asked, my head behind the freezer door.
I stepped back, nearly knocking myself in the head as I looked at you. Jesus, you were beautiful. You were never really one to be high maintenance, but on the daily you always tried to look your best. If we ran into each other in the mornings before you left for work, I always told you how gorgeous you looked. You would smile and say, "thanks babe," giving me a kiss on the cheek. If I took you out with me to a dinner party or some other industry function, you'd look so amazing it would take my breath away. But this...this was my favourite. When you were freshly clean from the shower, your running shorts or a pair of sweats on, no makeup, your hair damp. You were absolutely stunning, and to be honest, I had a hard time not staring.
"Um..." I swallowed, "not much."
You shrugged. "Anything's fine with me. We can order pizza if you want."
Not waiting for a response, you walked back to the bathroom to hang your towel on the rod. Then returning to the living room, you plopped down on the sofa, grabbing the remote control. I watched you as I ordered pizza from my phone, then placed it on the counter.
"How was your day?" you asked me. You flipped through the channels before landing on Friends.
"It was okay," I shrugged, walking over to sit next to you.
"Just okay?" you raised a brow.
"Well, you know. Writing, studio time."
"Is the album coming along?" you inquired, adjusting yourself on the sofa so that you faced me, your elbow resting on the back. I adored the little things like that. They showed me you cared about me, and weren't just making small talk out of obligation.
"Yeah," I nodded with a grin. "It's coming along great. We have six tracks recorded now."
"Eeek!" you squealed, clapping your hands. "I can't wait to hear them! You will let your dear BFF hear them first, won't you?"
I chuckled. "Of course."
You smiled, reaching for my hand to squeeze. "I'm so excited, Harry!"
"Me too," I beamed. I couldn't help it. When you looked at me that way, my heart wanted to beat out of my chest.
We sat and watched Friends together, laughing at Phoebe getting hummus on her dress and Joey walking in with all of Chandler's clothes on. The pizza arrived and we ate it in front of the television. We ended up opening a bottle of wine, enjoying it with good conversation well into the evening. I loved watching your cheeks get pink from the alcohol, your eyelids slightly heavy. I wanted so badly to kiss you, but I knew you didn't feel that way about me. So just like every other night, I pushed the urge aside and continued with our friendly banter.
Finally around midnight, you rose from the couch to take our glasses to the kitchen. I sat back on the sofa, resting my eyes and silently wishing you'd either suddenly feel the same about me, or my own feelings would dissipate. I could hear your footsteps as you returned to the living room, stopping in front of me.
"I'm going to bed now, babe. I'm exhausted."
My eyes fluttered open to look at you, an easy grin spreading across my face.
"Okay, love," I sat up. "Goodnight."
"Night," you murmured, leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll go shopping tomorrow for the dinner party."
"Oh. Right." I'd almost forgotten. Tomorrow the boys were coming for dinner and you were planning to cook.
"I love you," you declared.
"I love you, too."
Giving me a soft smile, you turned and headed toward your bedroom. With a deep sigh, I leaned back against the sofa again. If only you knew how much I loved you. If only...
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Our dining room was noisy and smelled like a mix of garlic and cologne, which to some might sound questionable, but as for me, I wouldn't have had it any other way. You'd made the most delicious meal I'd ever tasted, and once again you'd proven to be the perfect host.
"Shall I get dessert?" you asked, starting to rise from the table.
"I'll help," offered Liam's girlfriend, Cheryl.
"Wait!" I exclaimed, standing up. "I need to make a toast."
You raised your brows in question, sitting back down and taking your glass.
"To..." I hesitated. "To best friends, best food, and best company."
"Hear hear!" everyone said in unison. I heard the sound of glasses clinking together as I turned to look at you.
"Thank you, Y/N," I grinned. "You're amazing."
You gave me your million watt smile, bringing your glass to your lips. I watched you take a drink before sipping my own.
"I'll get the dessert," you said softly, your eyes still on me.
As soon as you'd left the room, I ran my hand down my face with a groan.
"What's wrong, mate?" asked Niall.
"Nothing," I shook my head.
Louis scoffed, shaking his head.
"What?" I narrowed my eyes.
"It's so obvious, Harry," he remarked.
"What is?"
"That you're in love with her."
"Y/N?" Niall turned to me, his eyes wide. "Ya are?"
"He has been from day one," said Louis.
"I have not," I argued, my stomach suddenly in knots.
"Does she know?" Liam piped in.
"No," I shook my head. "She doesn't have a fucking clue."
"So ya are," Niall nodded.
I glared at him.
"Ya gonna tell her?"
"I can't," I dropped my head. "She seems so happy with the way things are. I don't wanna mess it up."
"Mess what up?" Cheryl asked when she walked through the doorway from the kitchen, three dishes of dessert in her hands. She placed two of them in front of Louis and Liam and sat down with her own.
"Harry's in love with Y/N," muttered Liam.
"Shhh," I put my finger to my lips.
"You are?" Cheryl's eyes widened.
"Am I the only one who picked up on this?" Louis threw up his hands.
"Yes, okay?" I whisper-shouted. "I'm in love with her. I've been in love with her for a long time."
Louis nodded, just as you emerged from the kitchen. My heart felt like it was in my throat as I prayed you hadn't overheard our conversation.
"Here you go!" you sang, placing dishes in front of Niall and me.
I looked up at you while you sat beside me, digging your fork into your dessert. I reckoned you could feel my gaze so you side-eyed me, giving me a smirk.
"What?" you asked.
I shook my head, dismissing the moment and biting into my own dessert.
After everyone had said their goodbyes and we saw them out the door with a gracious thank you, I followed you into the kitchen, offering to help you with dishes. We worked together in silence, my heart racing and my brain on overdrive. I didn't know if you'd heard my confession, but it was nearly killing me that you were being so quiet which was unlike you.
Finally, putting the last dish in the washer and shutting it, you turned to me.
"I heard you," you muttered.
"What?" I stopped. My initial reaction was to question it, because surely I misunderstood you.
"I heard what you said. What you told Cheryl and the boys."
I lowered my gaze to the countertop, my finger tracing a nonexistent pattern.
"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked.
"I didn't want to embarrass or humiliate you," you replied.
"How...how would you have humiliated me?"
"Harry..."
I lifted my head to look at you. What I already knew was staring me in the face.
"You don't feel the same," I stated.
You were silent for a moment until you shook your head. "It's not that. It's just...I had no idea you felt that way about me. I thought all this was harmless flirting and friendship stuff. It's...it's kinda weird, you know?"
I blinked, nodding my head. You stepped closer to me, reaching for my hand.
"I love you," you declared. "I care about you. I don't want any awkwardness between us."
"I get that," I agreed.
You lifted your other hand to touch my cheek.
"You're so amazing," you added. "And if..."
I covered your hand with mine, looking into your eyes.
"If what?"
You swallowed hard. "If I let my guard down...I could easily fall in love with you."
I felt my lips stretch into a smile as you did the same. Then leaning forward, you lightly brushed your lips against mine, kissing the corner of my mouth. I knew you were still hesitant, so I didn't push further.
"One step at a time," you said, echoing my thoughts, though it was almost a question.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"I'm going to bed," you whispered. "Goodnight, Harry."
"Goodnight."
I watched you once again as you walked away towards your bedroom. So, the cat was out of the bag as they say. You knew the truth. You hadn't reciprocated my feelings, but at least you hadn't shut them down either. I had hope. And I planned on holding onto it for a while.
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