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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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tell me where it hurts | e. jaeger

soft sex, implications of depression, nursing student!eren, black fem reader, (reader is a nursing instructor) squirting, lots of consent, thigh + regular riding, praise kink, sweet aftercare + affirmations, sweet fluff

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he could tell you were in a sour mood, another bad day had come and gone…honestly, you were having them more frequently than not. Coming home after work, discarding your shoes and coat with barely a word uttered. Your dinner he had prepared sat cold on the counter, wrapped up and untouched. Eren didn’t hold it against you, he never did..it wasn’t your fault after all. Sometimes you got in your own head and couldn’t escape the nasty thoughts that plagued it. “How was work?” “Fine..” one word responses uttered softly from your lips. They’d quiver each time you spoke, complimented only by the tears brimming at your waterline each time he asked if you were okay. He didn’t want to fight with you or push the issue…he just wanted to take your pain away.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” A question he’d normally assume the answer to but he wanted to tread carefully. As to not make you even more uncomfortable. Instead, once you gave him permission, he’d swaddle you in the tightest embrace he could muster. One that felt akin to a warm blanket as your entangled bodies met. He could feel the tension in your body and he wanted more than anything to ease it. His strong hands that once sat idle before roaming up and down your back. He complimented your scent; that lovely perfume you had worn. It was intoxicating in the best way possible..he didn’t want to let you go..instead, he wanted to take your pain away. “C’mere. It’s alright..” coaxing you towards him as he gently tugged you by your hands onto the couch. Where once he took a seat, he’d pull you atop him shortly after. Still half dressed in your work outfit; consisting of the skirt and blouse you had worn..he’d tell you how beautiful you looked going out the door today and how he couldn’t wait for your return. You didn’t have to talk about that job until you were ready. Hell, the two of you could sit here in silence if that’s what you preferred. Whatever made you the happiest. With your legs slightly ajar, your skirt hoisted just above your thighs, you’d take a seat on his right leg..just inches away from his lap. Eren was kind, empathetic..he was soft with you. A lot more gentle than he was with others sometimes. Treating you so well, in more ways than one..

“Is it okay if I kiss you, princess? Do you mind?” You’d give him a faint nod but he wouldn’t move without your explicit consent. Not even for a single kiss..respecting you and your body took precedence over everything, even pleasure right now. He could easily sense your tension but you’d ultimately grasp his face..nimble fingers tracing his jawline until you softly whimpered: “..please, kiss me.” To which he’d obliged. Shoving your tongue into one another’s mouths before slowly exchanging slow, messy pecks. The sounds growing louder as you hummed against each other’s lips. It was whilst you were doing so, did the thin seat of your panties rub against his legs. Grinding the bare flesh of his thighs. Just above his gym shorts. You were becoming worked up and aroused..all of your own volition. He wouldn’t make a move other than lightly grasping your hips. Whatever you needed at the moment, he’d make it happen. Slowly but surely, you’d work yourself into a frenzy, whimpering into his ear..that’s when he’d noticed those gentle cries as well.

“Whats wrong, baby?…”

“I-I just..”

you couldn’t even get the words out. You were extremely overwhelmed and exhausted..with everything! School, work, friends, family…it was all a little suffocating. You just wanted to rot away into the core of the earth..not deal with anything anymore. But he was your safe haven. Your sanctuary and peace so you had nothing to fear.

“It’s alright. Take your time..tell me where it hurts. I’ll make you feel better.” A slight lilt and chuckle in his voice, before pecking your ear. And it was then that you’d begin to straddle him a little faster, whining with high pitched cries. Your arms coiled around his neck whilst you slowly raised and lowered yourself onto his bottom half. The friction causing you to clench your legs around his own and then release. That sheathed entrance spasming on air and begging for attention. Meanwhile, your right hand gently caressed his clothed cock, that had grown exponentially from the subtle teasing. Quiet as it was kept, your boyfriend felt a slight bit of shame..getting turned on when you were in such a vulnerable state.

“I need you, ‘Ren..”

but that was all the confirmation he needed! It was then that he’d hook a single finger around the thin string of your panties. Tilting his head up, Eren would ask once more, smirking. “Of course, princess. Can I pull these back? Is it okay?” Chewing at the tip of your finger, you’d gently nod and agree. For a split moment, you’d even tense up and he’d check in on you before proceeding. The pacing was a lot more slow than usual..but there was a reason for it. He wanted..no, needed to take his time. He needed to make certain you were better than just alright once he finished. However, by the look of your thong..he knew what needed to be done.

“You want to ride me, baby? Is that it?” “Y-yes! Please..”

all but pleading to climb atop his dick. “Of course, beautiful. Here.” So without a moment more of hesitation, you’d hoist your skirt and propel your bottom half to align with his member. Easing down gently, you’d acclimate to his shape almost immediately and the both of you would release loud gasps. The sensation nearly caused you to come undone on the spot but alas, you held it together… “…you feel so warm, baby..are you okay? Wanna start moving?” His gentle tone and soft touch eased any amount of tension and hurt within your body. Your spirit felt at ease and you were good to begin moving. Slowly but surely, you’d propel yourself up and down on his dick..squeezing and contracting each time it made home between your flesh. Taking him as if the two of you were specifically designed for one another. “You’re doing so good right now..that’s it. You just take all the time you need, beautiful. I’m yours to use..do what you want.” Tossing his head back, Eren’s lips would curl into a smile as you continued to writhe on top of him and impale yourself on his cock. It was a bit much to take but you wanted—no, needed to feel him. Feel anything except the overwhelming emotions that had long clouded your judgment. If anyone could take away that pain, it was him.

“ ‘Ren…I—oh fuck..”

“Just breathe, mama. It’s alright..”

as long as it took, this is where the two of you would remain. “Just keep going, baby. You’re so pretty like this.” Him nestled deep inside of you, squeezed by your warmth and embraced for everything he had to offer. “Oh..you like that don’t you? You squeeze me every time I tell you how beautiful you are..” only to be met with a giggle as your arms remained clasped around your neck. “Yeah, I know. And I’ll remind you every chance I get. That’s why I’m here.” Eventually, his hands found their way on the cusp of your ass, holding you into place as he momentarily thrusted up into you. Feeding you slow yet deep strokes. “This is what you needed, I know. What you deserve after a long week. I’m sorry it took so long to give it to you, baby” Hearing you cry out for more in the process..he’d continue doting on you. Telling you how much he loved you, what he adored about his princess and how proud he was to call you his. By the time he was done, you had all but fallen apart in his clutch..just biding your time until you could climax. That tension in your body teeming right there at the edge. “You wanna let go, princess? Wanna come already?” Mhmm! Please!” That high pitched cry causing a slight twitch of his cock between your walls. Naturally, he’d give you whatever your heart desired. So when you requested, Eren gave his full fledged permission to release and you didn’t disappoint!

“There it is…good girl.”

like clockwork, you let out a splash underneath your nude lower halves; drenching him in that sweet release. It was the greatest feeling in the world. There was no need to be embarrassed or shed tears of sorrow anymore. Your man was right there to help you pick up the pieces. Smashing your lips together, (y/n) expressed your gratitude with a barrage of kisses. “I love you..” “I love you more, princess. Do you feel better?” And without even thinking, you’d give him the response he was seeking with a simple nod. “That’s all I wanna hear..hey, why don’t we get cleaned up and order some food? We can get your favorite and watch some movies.” Which sounded like a stellar plan in your opinions. “I’d like that..”

so as long as you entrusted yourself to him, you’d never feel unease, pain or heartbreak ever again.

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sillysillygoofygoose · 8 months

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Sweet Dreams

So sleepy ♡

Toji fucks you while you're asleep (CW: Somnophilia, CNC, use of the nicknames 'daddy' and 'little girl' once)

If you don't like it, don't read it!! Reader is 18+! MDNI

Thank uuu <3

The creaking of the front door only pushes you deeper into slumber as Toji sneaks through the crack, allowing shimmers of pale moon light to flow into the living room.

He harshly exhales, cloudy heart filling with sun as his tired, weeping eyes fall on your soft silhouette set under a fluffy blanket, back undeniably aching from the boney structure of the couch. You fell asleep waiting for him. Toji cracks a small smile, hearing your hollowed out, rhythmic breaths, and mouse-like snores.

Slipping off his shoes, Toji trudges over to you, knees cracking as he bends down where you lay. His smile only widens when you unconsciously shift towards his presence in your sleep, like you could feel his love. His cold, calloused hands completely swaddled your puffy cheeks, his grip possessive and gentle. The warmth radiating off your glassy skin seeps through his and travels to his soul, feeding what once has been starved.

Toji leans down, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose, lingering for just a second too long before lifting himself to see your face. One hand travels to move the blanket off of your shoulders, and his jaw quickly goes slack as the fuzzy fabric slowly reveals your scantily clad chest, nipples hardened through the thin fabric of your tank top by the sudden shift in air.

"Fuck." He mutters to himself feeling his pants quickly become more constricting. You just look so damn innocent. He stands, looming over your unknowing figure, palming himself over his tight work pants. The tranquil room fills with deep breathing and heavy sighs as Toji admires your small, relaxed frame. Unbuckling his pants, he swiftly peeks under your flimsy sleep shorts before pulling them completely off, along with his own garments. Slowly, so so, so carefully he angles your hips, straightening them out while he eases open your legs.

His breath hitched, a staggered sigh slipping from his lips as he began grinding himself on you plush inner thigh. Your face lightly contorts at the heavy, scalding, foreign feeling on your sensitive skin. A light moan falls into the quiet room as Toji inches his cock towards your heat, grazing your sensitive clit.

"So fuckin' soaked for me already, huh little girl?" Toji whispers out to himself, rutting against your folds. He indulged in knowing that, even when you were completely vulnerable, your body craved him. Knew him. Trusted him.

Watching as his mushroom tip prodded against your hole, he fumbled for your hand, glancing up to study your face before beginning to bully his girth into you. Before he could even fit the entirety of his tip, your body tensed, pushing him out slightly. Toji watched as your brows furrowed, hands balling up next to your head. He grasped at your hip, kneading the flesh, drawing small circles to calm the muscles.

"Sh, sh, it's alright, you're okay." Toji lovingly huffs out, pushing deeper inside you. Your back arched under his grip, legs straightening out on instinct.

The dark living room is temporarily unfamiliar to you as your eyes flutter open, a tense throbbing alerting you to your stretched pussy. Your strained eyes immediately meet Toji's sharp ones, a wave of relief flooding over you.

"S' just me sweets, I've got you." He reassures you as you hum out, adjusting to the stinging that startled you awake.

"Ah~, how was work?" You mumble out, shimmying your hips down to reach his.

"So damn sweet... hush baby, just go back to sleep. You can do that for me, can't ya pretty girl?" He chuckles, rubbing your sides in an attempt to encourage the sleep to creep back into your worn-out system.

You nod your head lightly, readjusting your position before letting him take full control.

"That's it... heh, my pretty little sleeping beauty." Toji's thick scar arches upward on the corner of his mouth, dancing playfully as he lulls you back to dream land.

The moment he hears your breathing even out, he's slowly pulling out of you, sinking back in, watching as your chest rises and falls in unison with his steady thrusts. Toji gathers up your limber legs in his strong arms, balancing your calves on his shoulder as he buries himself into you.

The wet squelch of your bodies colliding with each other blossomed in the quiet atmosphere, little gasps and whines occasionally following close behind.

"There you go, sweet girl. Just relax for daddy. Take it for me, sweetheart. Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up." Toji mutters fall upon deaf ears as he nestles his fat cock deep inside your sopping wet cunt. He groans as he cums inside of your womb, stilling his hips as one hand rushes to caress the apple of your cheek.

Toji's dick slides out of your stretched hole with a pop, cum immediately rushing out of your used up entrance. He swiftly sweeps up the cum that leaked out, fingering it deep inside of you, right where it belongs. Smiling at your defiled and incoherent state, he sticks his fingers in his mouth, tasting the salty combination of both of you on his digits.

"Sweet dreams, princess."

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

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sunflower-lilac42 · 28 days

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✧ 𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 || luke hughes (feat. jack) ♔

summary: after the game, luke and jack come home to a cooked meal. and then luke breaks down from the exhaustion he had expereinced

warnings: the rags v. devils game from last week, tired luke, plates breaking, sad/angry jack

publish date: 04/07/24

notes: this was definitely one of the fics i loved writing, it was emotional but also comforting. it kind of seems a little repetitive for me but i loved it nonetheless. i hope you guys enjoyed it too! let me know what you want to see next :) | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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She had let herself into their apartment halfway through the second period. She had been watching from her dorm and when the first fight broke out, two seconds into the game, she knew the team was in for a wild night. As the game went on and they showed the bench and the players, she knew both her boyfriend and his brother were tired.

That’s when she made the executive decision to “break in” to their apartment and make them dinner. She was grateful that their fridge was fully stocked and she didn’t have to run back out to the grocery store. She got to work quickly, making something easy but also filling for both of them. While spaghetti and meatballs weren’t any of their favorite meals, not that she was hungry anyway, she knew they would appreciate the effort nonetheless.

When the game was over she sighed at the final score, after what they had been through tonight, they deserved the win. Worried about Luke and being one of only four defensemen on the ice, she looked to see how much time he was actually on the ice and was appalled when it read 32:49. She knew he had been tired these past few weeks, this team felt like it was on a never-ending cycle of bad luck.

She was setting the plates down moments before they walked in the door, but when she was in the bathroom. She heard the clatter of keys and shoes and walked out immediately. Luke was attempting to stand upright, slightly leaning on his older brother. Jack looked equally tired, attempting to support both him and Luke.

She frowned as she made her way over to them, lightly grabbing onto Luke to lessen the weight on Jack’s body. He sighed in relief as he kicked his shoes off and made his way to sit down on the couch. Y/n stayed with Luke in the kitchen, walking him over to one of the chairs. With one hand she reached for his head and took the beanie he had been wearing off, using her other one to run her fingers through his damp curls.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, both of you,” Jack whined from the couch while Luke just buried his head into her shoulder.

She felt like she could cry from the exhaustion they were displaying. She knew how they got, both of them. She had been dating Luke since their freshman year of high school. She knew the ins and outs of all three Hughes brothers if she was honest, never finding it weird or alarming. She loved Luke, that much was certain, but when Jack came home drunk one night and threw up on her shoes, she accepted her role in the family.

“Jack you first, come on.”

She continued running a hand through her boyfriend’s curls as she gazed at the older boy on the couch. He finally sat up, giving her an annoyed look, but she only rolled her eyes and pointed to the bathroom. She could keep Luke occupied for another 20 minutes, “Hi baby.”

Luke’s eyes were closed as his head lay on her shoulder, he mumbled something incoherently and he just sighed. She untangled her fingers from his hair and started to pull off his jacket, he whined at the loss of contact but allowed her to continue her previous actions. She took his jacket to his room and hung it up before walking back into the kitchen and checking on the pasta.

Luke, despite being tired and his body being worn, he got up and made his way over to her in order to wrap his arms around her waist and dig his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her fading scent. She smiled slightly, removing her one hand from the side of the pan to place on top of Luke’s, continuing to stir with the other.

It was silent up until Jack came back, who plopped onto the chair his brother had previously sat in. She looked over at him and smiled, “Do you guys want to eat in the kitchen or in the living room? We could put a movie on?”

The two nodded and made their way over to the living room as she finished plating the food and bringing it over to them, placing the plates into their laps. They each let out simultaneous soft thank yous before eating. They chose a random movie and watched it as y/n cleaned the kitchen and finished doing some laundry that had been pushed to the side.

She felt bad for both of them, both for different reasons but some the same. Mostly because of how the team was performing this year, the way that they couldn’t keep everyone off injured reserve. Yet, for Luke, it felt different. She felt more or less worried about him than bad for him. He had expectations to live up to, people to live up to, and she knew his mind all too well. She knew what he was thinking, that he wasn’t good enough.

And it wasn’t just him that thought that. They both knew about the tweets that were in response to people's comments under articles, the articles themselves about how Luke wasn’t as good as his brothers, wasn’t as good as he should be, wasn’t as good as people made him out to be. It was what Luke thought about the most.

There was clanging from the living room and then a crash. She immediately made her way out of the bedroom and looked in between Jack, who was still on the couch, the shattered plate on the floor, and Luke, who was standing in the hallway. His face looked conflicted but it morphed into one of fear and sadness.

“Hey, hey, what happened?”

“I-” Luke couldn’t bring himself to talk, both terrified and still exhausted from the game.

On the other hand, y/n’s face was calm and Jack’s face was sad with a hint of anger in his eyes. Anger towards John and Kevin for leaving the team with four defensemen, anger towards Travis for making Luke play that long, anger towards himself for not checking in on his brother enough, and anger towards the Rangers.

“Luke, it’s okay. No one’s mad at you for dropping the plate.” Jack’s voice was soft as he stood up, slightly wobbling from his lack of balance.

The younger boy only shook his head, reaching a hand out to lean against the wall. Y/n moved forward and wrapped her arms around Luke who then slowly sank to the ground. Her left hand was placed against his head, keeping it against her chest as her right arm wrapped around him. Luke started crying, soft sobs escaping his mouth.

She looked at Jack who took the hint to walk back into his bedroom. As soon as he left, Luke voiced his thoughts, “I’m tired. I’m so tired, y/n.”

The way his voice broke almost made her choke on a sob. She bit her lip to keep her tears at bay, refusing to let Luke know how she was feeling right now. She tangled her fingers in his hair, Luke allowing the movement to calm him down a little. His harsh sobs turned into soft sniffles in a matter of minutes. She was the only one who could soothe him like this besides his mom.

Lifting his head, he dug it back into the crook of her neck. She kissed his head and continued to run her fingers through his curls like she had done earlier, using her other hand to rub circles on his back. Ten minutes had passed and she looked over at the shattered glass a few feet away from her. Her legs had started to cramp from being in the position for so long and the added weight of Luke on them made it a little worse.

“How about you go take a shower while I clean the plate, okay?”

He pulled away from her and nodded his head slightly. She aided him in standing up and watched as he made his way to the bathroom to shower. Once the door closed, she made quick work of cleaning up the mess. After she was done, she went over and knocked on Jack’s bedroom door, “Hey.”

Jack snapped his head up in surprise, “Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Jack, I’ve known you for 5 years. What’s wrong?” She sat on the edge of his bed, her hands underneath her.

“I feel bad. I mean I was so excited for Luke to come to play with me but for some reason, I feel guilty. I don’t know. It just feels like I should do more for him. I didn’t want to bring up the comments, I see them too, you know.”

Her heart warmed at the words, at Jack being so worried about his little brother. She smiled a little before looking at him, “He loves you, Jack. More than you know. I cannot tell you the number of times he calls me and is like ‘Jack this’ and ‘Jack that’. You and Quinn are his idols, it’s hard to not notice that. He is so appreciative of you. And he knows there is nothing you can do about the comments that people make, it’s not your fault.”

Jack teared up a little but smiled at her, “Thank you.”

“Of course. Now come on, give me a hug.”

Jack leaned over from his spot on the bed and hugged her, “Can I say I love you or is that too weird?”

“Considering, I am betting on you becoming my sister-in-law, it’s not weird. I love you too, y/n/n.”

She heard a door close from down the hall and she pulled away and waved goodbye to Jack, making her way to her boyfriend’s room. When she walked in, Luke was lying on his bed, cuddling a pillow on his phone. She smiled at him and walked over to sit down, “Hi baby.”

He looked up at her and for the first time that night, he smiled. He reached out for her and she made herself comfortable on the bed, Luke wrapping his arms around her. In that moment, Luke was so grateful for her and all that she had done for him not only tonight but in the past five years. She had been there for him through everything and that meant the absolute world to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Luke. And I am so so so so proud of you for tonight.”

His smile was small but genuine, “Now go to bed.”

She kissed his forehead and the two wasted no time in falling asleep.

𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑱𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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leaentries · 5 months

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Sauna | nico hischier

summary: a little dose of a cabin vacation with nico and his girl

warnings: smut (18+), breast-worship, boobjob, nico being obsessed with reader's tits, swearing

wc: 2.4k+ (holy balls)

a/n: ngl i felt naughty writing this. this might, arguably, be my fav smut ive written thus far.

Sunlight beamed through the flowing curtains in your and Nico’s room. You stirred slightly, the light waking you from your deep slumber. Taking a moment to fully comprehend your surroundings, you roll over, expecting Nico to be lying in his usual spot beside you. Upon feeling the cold, empty sheets, you peek one eyelid open. His phone was missing from the nightstand, along with his running shoes that typically find home by the closet door. You dig your head deeper into the soft pillow, more at ease now that you know Nico must have gone for an afternoon run.

His scent still lingered on his pillow, bringing comfort to your senses. Your breath slowly evens back out, slipping back into your sleepy state. It wasn’t long before you were awoken once more, this time to the sound of the front door closing. Still too tired to react, you remained cuddled into Nico’s pillow. Nico, on the other hand, was less stoic. His chest heaved as he tried to regain his breath from the run. Sweat glistened on his toned skin, as he pulled the bottom of his shirt up slightly to wipe his face.

The water bottle on the counter served as a solace to his worn body. After chugging down the cold liquid, he placed the bottle in the sink, remembering to rinse it out. He began to walk back to your bedroom, tugging off the sticky shirt that clung uncomfortably to his body. He threw the shirt into the laundry hamper, thankful that your rented cabin came with a washer and dryer. A soft smile made its way onto Nico’s face as he saw you clutching onto his pillow. He quietly walked over to you, unaware that you were awake. You felt the bed dip beside your head, as he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, schatzi.”

You waited until he moved from the bed to peel your eyes open. With the sun almost completely set, the light didn’t give your eyes a hard time adjusting to the room this time around. Nico’s firm back muscles contracted as you watched him get ready to take a shower. You admired the way his body moved, the ripples in his semi-sweaty skin. It made your thighs clench together as a familiar heat crept its way over your body.

“I can feel you watching me.” Nico echoed over his shoulder. You sat up in surprise, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Wha- How? I was pretending to be asleep.”

Nico chuckled before turning to walk back over to where you had your legs draped over the side of the bed.

“You’re not as sly as you think you are, schatzi. You were literally smiling when I came over to kiss you.” He placed his warm, calloused hands on your soft thighs, gently caressing the skin underneath. Nico tilted his head as he looked down at you, “Did you have a good nap? You slept for a while.”

You leaned your head into his bare chest, nodding at his question.

“Mhm. Although it would have been better if my boyfriend was beside me when I woke up.”

Nico moved his hands to cradle your face, “I told you before we even layed down that I was going for a run.” He kissed your nose, causing you to scrunch it slightly, “It’s not my fault you decided not to listen.”

You rolled your eyes in return, shoving his body away playfully. “Well, sorry for loving you and wanting to be around you.”

His head leaned back with laughter. He grabbed your arms, circling them around his waist as he walked in between your thighs. “I know, it’s a hard life you live, baby.” He mocked with fake sympathy.

A deep sigh left your lips at his teasing, “Whatever, Hischier.”

He pouted at your scowl, “Aww, don’t do that face. You know I hate it when you do that face.” His hands began to lightly jab into your sides, tickling you in the process. You tried your best to act mad, but the bubbling laughter escaped anyway.

"S-stop!” You tried your best to refute his attempts but to no avail. “Oh no. Not until you say sorry for calling me Hischier. That is not my name to you, liebling.”

You shook your head violently, refusing to give in to him. “Over my dead body, Hischier.” Nico abruptly halted his attack on your body, opting to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. With you now under him, he leaned over your soft figure. His face was so close to yours that you feel each small breath leave his lips.

“Are you sure you want to go down this road, baby? I wouldn’t advise it.” His loose threat fell on deaf ears as all you could focus on was the way his body pressed deliciously into your own. Nico wasn’t oblivious to the way you reacted to him, he easily picked up on the way your breath hitched and your thighs clenched around his waist.

Still choosing to challenge him, you shoved your chest further into his, “Try me.”

The Swiss boy’s resolve snapped as he crashed his lips feverishly into your own. Your arms remained pinned above your head as your nails dug into Nico’s hands. The kiss was hot and desperate, filled with equal need between the two of you.

Nico began to trail his lips down your jaw, no doubt leaving red marks to find later. He traced his tongue down the column of your throat, stopping just as he got to the base, focusing on the spot just above where your “13” necklace lay.

Fuck, did he love that dainty chain. It was a way to show everyone that you were his. Only his.

Lifting his head, he brought his bruised lips back to your swollen ones, placing a much softer kiss on them. He chuckled as you attempted to chase his lips when he pulled away.

Your chest heaved as Nico brought your wrists back down, rubbing soothing circles into them, finishing with placing a kiss to each. “Neeks,” You croaked, “Why’d you stop?”

Nico flashed his dimples sweetly at you, “Because I think it’s time to get in the hot tub.” With that, his warm body left yours, quickly making work to change and walk out to the balcony of your room. You remained on the bed, regaining your composure before also changing and joining Nico in the hot tub.

Nico watched as you walked out of the door, drinking in your bathing suit and thrown up hair. As you turned back from sliding the door closed, you noticed Nico’s dark eyes bore over your body. You couldn’t help but get shy. You quickened your pace to the tub, carefully climbing in with the hockey player’s assistance. You sat across from him, draping your legs into his lap as you sunk lower into the hot water.

Nico’s hands came to rub tight patterns into your feet, “Feel good, schatzi?”

You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes to relish in the bliss.

You and Nico partook in light conversation, before ultimately deciding to move to the sauna next to the hot tub. Now, the sauna wasn’t very big, with just enough space to fit 2-3 people max. Once Nico had helped you out and down the tub’s stairs, he led you into the already-preheated wooden structure.

“Planning to get me in here, Hisch? Wanna get me all sweaty, huh?” You sent him a coy smile. He rolled his eyes with a slight grin.

“Again with that name. You know, baby,” He backed you slowly until your legs hit the warm wood bench behind you, “I can think of other ways to help us work up a sweat other than this sauna.” His eyes swept down your figure once more, licking his lips. His gaze was almost primal.

He gripped your hips, switching positions with you, enticing a gasp from you. You grabbed onto his biceps for support, looking into his deep brown eyes. “You gonna show me, or what?”

A wicked smile formed on Nico’s face. He sat down, pulling your weight to straddle his lap. Your skin already easily sticking to his as the heat began to affect you both. You brought your hands to tug into his shaggy hair.

Nico’s lips began to attack your neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the spots he left earlier. His hands traveled up the expanse of your back, moving to untie your top. Thankful to be rid of the uncomfortable material, you threw it to the side as your breasts were displayed in full view.

“Oh, fuck.” Nico mumbled. The feeling of his hardening cock pressed into your clothed core. He brought one hand to your left breast, tweaking your nipple into a peak. Lowering his head, he took the bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue in skilled circles. His other hand came to cup your other tit firmly.

“Neeks,” You whined loudly. Your eyes screwed shut as pleasure shot through your body. Unable to hold back, you began rocking your hips into Nico’s, causing a low groan to escape his occupied mouth. The vibrations on your nipple created jolts of fire straight to your aching cunt.

He switched his attention to your other painfully peaked nipple, taking it gratefully in his mouth. “Such pretty tits, schatzi,” He muttered into your boob, “All f’me.”

A pathetic moan echoed from your lips as you threw your head back. The feeling of Nico’s throbbing cock made you drool. Nico lifted from your breasts, moving back to your lips. It was messy, filled with need and clashing teeth. He swallowed the whimper that left your lips as your sensitive nipples brushed against his chest.

You began to squirm, wanting something more, wanting to help the tightness in Nico’s shorts. “Neeks,” You mumbled into his lips, “Wanna make you feel good.”

He pulled away, breathless from your make-out. His spit-covered lips were red and swollen as his chest rapidly rose and fell.

“Yeah?” Nico cocked his head to the side, “Ya wanna make me cum, beautiful?”

You let out a desperate noise, nodding embarrassingly fast, but you didn’t care. Not in that moment, not when Nico looks so fucking good covered in sweat and your spit coating his lips.

“Alright, schatzi, get on your knees f’me.” You obliged immediately, placing your hands on his knees. You peered up at him through your lashes, ready to please him in any way he wanted.

Nico struggled to create a coherent thought at the sight of you on your knees with your tits rubbing against his legs. He swallowed harshly, trying not to bust in his shorts before you’ve even touched him.

“I want you to squeeze those gorgeous tits together, kay?”

You didn’t reply, only removing your hands from his knees to push your plushy breasts tightly together. Nico almost whined at the amount of cleavage you had, wanting nothing more than to bury his twitching cock between them.

“Holy, fuck me.” He cursed, “So pretty, baby. I need you to scoot a bit closer to me, right in my legs.” Nico patted his lap as he spread his legs to accommodate your body. He pulled his shorts down until his cock popped up tall and proud against his bare abdomen. It was visibly red and leaking precum as Nico spit in his hand a slowly pumped himself.

He shuddered in his grasp, aching to be in your breasts. At this point, you had caught on to what Nico wanted as his hungry gaze never left your cleavage. You thanked the gods silently that you were in a steaming sauna, your sweat mixed with Nico’s precum and spit serving as a lubricant.

As soon as you lowered your tits onto his cock, Nico was gone. His head hit the back of the wooden wall, eyes clenched shut. You began to move up and down, letting a trail of spit leave your mouth and drop onto his swollen tip. With the extra slick, you squeezed harder, quicking your pace.

A loud moan left Nico’s lips as his hips began to buck up into you. “Shit, baby. So good, f’me.” He let out another guttural moan, “That’s it, just like that. Always know how to make me feel good.”

Encouraged by the praise, you tilted your head down, letting his tip dip into your mouth with every upward thrust. With the added suction, Nico knew he wasn’t gonna last long. His hips lifted off of the bench as he desperately fucked your tits.

“Fuck, don’t stop, schatzi,” He panted, “I’m so close. Gonna let me cum all over those pretty tits like the good girl you are, right?”

You bit your lip at the sight of his fucked out face on the edge of his climax. “Mhm, cum for me, Neeks. I want you to cum for me.” You rasped. The burning sensation in your arms increased, but the look on Nico’s face was worth it. His muscles contracted as his body began to converse. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, coating your breasts and lower face. His head was thrown back, his adam’s apple bobbing violently as he came.

His hands gripped the bench, veins popping deliciously, making you want to trace them with your tongue. You continued to slowly pump his shaft until every drop of cum was milked from the tip. Nico hissed as overstimulation began to set in. You gently released your breasts, his softening cock falling out.

Nico sat for a moment with his eyes closed, catching his breath.

“You’re so amazing to me. You have no idea” He finally broke the silence. You chuckled slightly, not moving much due to the cum still dripping from your face and breasts. Nico readjusted his shorts, pulling them back on. “I’m gonna go grab a towel to clean you up, baby. Stay here.”

You shook your head, “Right, like I’m gonna go anywhere with your cum covering my body.” You remarked.

Once Nico came back with a warm, damp towel, he gently wiped down your body. The brunette placed a sweet kiss on your lips, showing his love for you. He picked up your bathing suit top, handing it to you. As you began to put the ties back around your back, his hand came up to stop you.

“I wouldn’t bother, schatzi. We aren’t done yet.” He nipped at your neck once more, “It’s your turn now.”

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heavyhitterheaux · 7 months

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Fun Girl (Slight NSFW)

Synopsis: You and Jack have been in a relationship for the past year and a half, and when you approach him with the idea of settling down, an argument ensues and you come to the conclusion that he'll only ever see you as a Fun Girl

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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The night was winding down and you were getting ready to change from your outfit that you had danced in into some regular clothes to head home to your cat Genesis when your manager, Celeste, came over towards you and leaned her arm on the vanity that you were sitting at.

"Don't take your outfit off yet, he's here for you." She said while wiggling her eyebrows and smiling.

Of course he was.

"He only ever wants you and asks for you so go out there and put on a good show. Go do what I pay you for. You're one of my best, if not my best girl."

You softly laughed to yourself before sliding your shoes back on.

"Where is he?" You asked while turning around to look in the mirror in order to touch up your makeup.

"Where he always is. You know I always put my highest paying clients in the best rooms. Don't keep him waiting."

Without another word she walked off and once you were satisfied with touching up your makeup, you made your way to the room where he was.

Once you opened the door and closed it behind you, his back was facing you and there was no doubt in your mind that it was him by the curly hair that sat on top of his head.

"It's about time you came in here." He quietly said and all you could do was roll your eyes as your heels clicked across the floor making your way towards him.

"Hmm, I heard you were looking for me." You said while leaning down to whisper in his ear from behind as you grazed one of your stiletto nails along his neck.

"I only want the best when I come in here and that's you so of course I was."

"You missed me that much? Aww, too sweet." You lightly ran a hand through his curls and was still behind him as he caught your hand once you took it away from his hair and lightly kissed the back of it.

"So are you going to dance for me or what?" Jack finally asked as you had walked around the couch to be face to face with him.

"Now, do you want me to actually dance for you or do you want to fuck me since you claim to have missed me so much?" You asked while straddling his lap and placing your arms around his neck.

"Can you dance for me and we fuck after? You already got me bricked up so we might as well go all the way."

"I guess I could honor my favorite client's request." You answered while shrugging and placing a kiss below his ear.

"The difference is that your favorite client just so happens to be your boyfriend." Jack swiftly answered while giving you several kisses as he undid the top of your outfit to expose your breasts as he placed kisses over both of them.

"Damn, I missed you." You breathed out as soon as you felt him slowly start to massage your clit.

"The feeling is mutual, princess. Spread those legs for me. You can always dance for me later and give me my own private show."

"As you wish." You breathed out as Jack then inserted two of his fingers.

"Hmm, I can tell my baby missed me. Look at how wet she is. Is all this for me? Is this what I do to you?"

"Yes, all the time and only you can."

"And I miss the way she tastes. Come here and sit on my face."

The two of you had been going at it for more than two hours when he finally pulled you on top of him on the couch so that the both of you could catch your breath. You had a feeling that you were nowhere near done since he hadn't seen you for almost a month.

You slowly started stroking him while he immediately reached up to kiss you.

"You gonna give me one more?" You asked while giggling because you knew that he was just as worn out as you were.

"I can give you a lot more than that." Jack softly breathed out as you took him in your mouth and his hands immediately went to your hair.

All you did was laugh to yourself as you made him come undone before you once more.

When the two of you had finally gotten back to your condo and made a quick detour to McDonald's, the two of you were sitting in the living room enjoying each other's company when you got curious as to why you had seen him more frequently within the past few months. Typically it would be once or twice a month here and there, but he would always send you gifts. This would have been the longest stretch that you had been without him at least in the last six months.

"Babe, to what do I owe the pleasure of you gracing me with your presence?" You asked while taking a sip of your orange Hi-C.

"So, I can't come and see my girl and fuck her brains out anymore?" Jack asked while leaning over towards you to pinch your cheek.

"I'm never going to tell you no when it comes to that, but I was just curious. I love every moment that I get to spend with you. I know you’re busy so I don’t take it for granted."

"I have an event tomorrow that's close by, so I figured that I would come and see you. You can always put me in a better mood. I love the fact that I can talk to you about absolutely anything."

"And you know for a fact that you’ll always be able to do that. Oohh, what kind of event? Can I go with you? You keep saying how you're going to take me. I’m tired of being in the house and I never really go out unless I’m going to work."

"Not this time babe, besides I thought you had to work tomorrow? And Urban is going to be my plus one."

"I can always take off. It's no big deal. And Urban, your best friend whom I have yet to meet in almost two years?" You responded while munching on your fries.

"Maybe next time, okay?"

"It seems like you always say that." You quietly muttered while looking away from him.

Deep down, it did really bother you that you really didn’t know any important people in Jack’s life and that just didn’t sit right with you.

What was he hiding?

But he didn’t really have anything to hide because he was always honest and told you everything so why now all of a sudden you feel uneasy?

"Hey, look at me. When the time is right the entire world is going to know that we're together. Just not right now. Can you hang on a little longer for me, baby?" Jack asked while looking at you with those blue eyes that always had you in a chokehold.

"Okay."

He could tell you the color of the sky was purple and you would agree with him.

Jack then leaned over to kiss you which you gladly accepted as he then slid you onto his lap since you had finished eating.

"Besides the day after I'm taking you shopping since I’ll be here for a few days. I feel that it's long overdue."

"With no spending limit!?" You asked since the last few times Jack put you on one when he woke up to one of his credit cards being maxed out. He said that you could get anything that you wanted so you had listened to directions.

"No spending limit. Anything you want."

The next evening while Jack had gone out to his event with Urban, you decided to spend time with one of your best friends, Blanca in the hope of making the time go by quicker. Even though he was only going to be gone for a matter of hours, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible seeing as it will probably be a few weeks before you saw each other again.

However, you were going to bring up to Blanca how he didn’t seem to want the world to know about you and that was fine, as you were more concerned about his friends and family. You were just trying to make sense of this and maybe hearing her opinion would help you get some type of clarity.

“B, this just doesn’t make any sense to me. I totally get that he’s famous and values his privacy but, I mean I haven’t even met his friends or his family.”

“Hmm, something doesn’t sound right. I know you like him and it seems as if he has good intentions towards you, however, something is up.”

“I think so too, but I already approached him about it and of course he said that when the time is right that he would show me off to the world. But when will it be time? We’ve been together for almost two years already.”

“Then you need to ask him and get a straight answer. Truth be told, any man would be lucky to have you to show you off, but the bottom line is that you’re a good person through and through that would do anything for anyone. I just…. I don’t want him to take advantage of that because that's literally the last thing that you deserve. You are always bending over backwards for someone.”

“I just… I don’t know how to feel. When I really think about it I think he’s hiding something frome, but I don’t want to say that without having any evidence to back it up. And besides, I want to stop dancing and really start my life with him.”

“Then you need to tell him that so that the two of you can be on the same page. But he already knows that if he hurts you that he’s going to have to answer to me and that is literally the last thing he is going to want.”

For the rest of the night you tried to put it in the back of your mind and focus on spending time with your best friend. If the two are meant to be together, then all of the pieces would eventually fall into place.

The next day the two of you were currently in your bed watching a movie marathon when you decided that this was as good a time as ever to bring it up to him.

"Babe?" You softly said while looking up at him.

"Hmm?"

"I think I'm finally ready to stop dancing. I'm turning 31 this year and want to start a family."

You couldn’t exactly read Jack’s facial expression, but you had a feeling that whatever he was about to say wasn't anything good.

"I… and what are you going to do?"

"Well I do have a marketing degree and I could always help you. We've been together for almost two years and I know I could be of value to your team."

"What made you even bring this up? Like, where is this coming from?" Jack asked while getting defensive and you didn't understand why.

"I.. I can't do this forever and I had been thinking about it for a while. How am I your girlfriend when your family as well as the majority of your friends don't even know about me?"

"You know I like my privacy."

"But from your parents and closest friends? Are you embarrassed that your girlfriend is a stripper?" Because that was honestly the only thing that you could think of.

"What? No." Jack hesitantly said and you couldn’t help but to immediately roll your eyes.

"You are. I… want to be with you and start a family with you."

"Y/N….."

"What? You always tell me how much you love and care about me so what's the problem? Why are you giving me so much pushback? Do you not want the same thing?"

"Okay how do I put this lightly?" Jack said as he sighed and you knew that shit was about to hit the fan in the next few seconds.

"Put what?"

"Y/N, I do love you and care about you…. But I don't see you in my future."

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" You said while sitting up and looking at him.

All Jack did was sigh.

"You're a stripper… what future does a stripper have? I'm thankful for the time we've known each other but… I can never see you being my wife or the mother of my kids."

"Wow." Was all you quietly said as you were taking it all in.

"You're fun for me, this has been fun but I don't see you as anything else. I don't mean for it to sound like that, but that's the truth."

"So I'm just a fun girl to you and nothing else? I'm a human being with actual feelings you asshole."

"Let's be serious Y/N, you keep my bed warm when I'm away from my actual girlfriend and that's it."

"Your actual WHAT?!" You want to run that one by me again?"

"You couldn't possibly think that you were my main girl all this time. You're more dense than I thought if that's the case."

"Wha… so because of my job, you don't see me as a person?"

"I kept you around for entertainment and you did your job beautifully, but now I don't have a use for you if you’re about to quit dancing so why should we keep this going if it's literally not going to lead anywhere?"

"So, all you've been doing is feeding me lies for the past two years?" You asked as your eyes started to water, but you were for damn sure not going to let them fall.

"I didn't lie exactly."

"But you didn't tell the truth either. Just…. Do me a favor and get out. Make sure you lose my number in the process."

"Shit, I'll delete it in front of you if it makes you feel better. Face it, all you'll ever be good for is keeping another man's bed warm."

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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honeysuckle day dream |cowboy!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a thought I had about cowboy!eddie. you, eddie, and honeysuckle.

edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple <3 everyone say yee-haw!

contains: MINORS DNI 18+. language, sexual themes, slight dom/sub dynamic, oral male & fem receiving, face sitting. mostly sweet fluff a little smut at the end :)

"Be careful comin' over here, baby." Eddie's rough soled boot, thick and leather, a little worn from the work on the ranch, crunched down onto the branches and twigs in the path. "'S a briar patch, be careful."

His hand held yours, rough, calloused hands that were hardened from years of hard work. He always teased you about your soft hands, how you "wouldn’t know a hards day of work if it bit you in that sweet ass, girlie" but he refused to let you lift a finger. He was good to you like that, so caring and doting on you.

"Here, put your foot right there." Eddie nodded to the crumples mess of branches he's smushed for your foot to wedge its way in unscathed from the thorns. "Told you 'bout them shoes." His brow furrowed under the brim of his hat, amber eyes catching every glint of sun and shining down at you making that menacing glare a little less mean.

You frowned lightly, looking down at your little sandals. To be fair, you didn't know you'd be hiking down to the creek when you'd gone out to see Eddie, or you would've wore tennis shoes at least.

"I didn't know we were gonna hike all the way out here," You huffed, positioning your foot carefully in the cleared space. Eddie's hand moved to your waist, balancing you gently while he guided you through the thicket. "Thought you'd be training all day." You pouted with a little eye roll.

Eddie's hand smacked the fat of your ass sharply, leaving you squealing and jumping at the stinging impact. His grip held onto your waist, eyes cutting to you dangerously from under the wide brim of his dark hat. "You better watch it, darlin', 'fore I make you pick a switch out here."

The treat had your tummy rushing with that familiar heat, rising up through your chest and leaving your blistering on your cheeks, ducking your head to hide your grin, jumping to the clear patch of soft grass out of the briar thorns. Eddie pivoted behind you, heavily stomping into the place beside you, hands easily finding your waist, squeezing your hip affectionately.

“Wanted to spend time with you.” Eddie beamed down at you, all dimpled grins and shining eyes. “Too pretty of a day to not spend it with my best girl.”

You blushed, wrapping your arm around his waist, cheek smushing into the side of his scratchy work shirt, protective from the sun and anything else that could scathe the cowboy. It was a beautiful day, cloudless blue skies that left the sun shining freely down on all the freshly sprouted crops of the earth. You sighed contently, taking in the scenery around you, the grass a vibrant green and wildflowers sprouting from the tall ground, fields of clover blooms and sweet grass and dandelions lining like a botanical carpet rolled out all the way down to the creek.

"Did you bring a blanket?" You asked, tilting your chin to look up at Eddie, squinting at the sun shining through his curls, illuminating each curly tendril like a golden halo. He looked so pretty.

"No," Eddie grinned, shaking his head down at you playfully. "Is it gonna kill ya to sit on the grass?"

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe. If there's a bug... or a snake." You paused, scanning the tall grass, then looking back at Eddie, clinging to him tighter around his waist. "If there's a snake, Ed, you have to kill it."

Eddie tipped his head back, laugh ringing from deep in his chest, hat nearly falling back with ever tilted shake of laughter. "I'm being serious, Eddie." You huffed, tone teetering dangerously on the verge of a whine. "You know I'm scared of snakes."

"I know you are, sweet girl." Eddie pulled you closer into his hip, wranglers rubbing beside you with every step through the soft earth.

He remembered the time you'd seen a little garden snake, barely a few inches long, slither across the path to the stables. You'd screeched so loud, startling him and the horses, shoving him in front of you like he was your own personal shield. Eddie had teased you endlessly about it, cackling and pretending to go towards it, until you were furious with tears. He didn't grab the snake, of course, he wouldn't ever do that to you, opting to coddle you and promise he'd take care of you instead.

Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a loud smack that was dramatic and sweet, left you blushing none the less. "You know I won't let you get hurt." Eddie said nonchalantly, humming lightly when he looked around at the nature surrounding him. It was so flippantly a fact, left you a little dizzy with warmth and content swelling furiously inside your chest.

You could hear the streams of the waters, crashing in a light steady flow over rocks and brushing over the bank where the creek lied. Eddie would go wading in the water sometimes, jeans rolled up to his calves and boots discarded, picking up crawdads and frogs to show you. Sometimes you'd join him, most of the time you'd just watch, content in basking in his company from the soft grass of the bank.

"Look over yonder," Eddie's inked finger pointed towards the tree, a bustle of yellow and white flowers blossoming gorgeously on the greenery around it. "Y'know what those are?"

You shook your head. "Flowers? I'm guessing." You smirked up at him. "Are they blackberries?" Eddie had a blackberry patch near the fields, one he wasn't sure where it came from but the horses were always messing in it. Sometimes he'd pick a few for you, bring them in so you could wash them and the two of you could share them in the summertime.

Eddie shook his head. "Honeysuckle." He nodded towards them. "You ever had honeysuckle?"

Your nose scrunched. "Is that, like, honey?"

Eddie snorted in laughter, hand moving to grab yours, pulling you through the clover fields towards the tree. "It's a flower, but you can drink its juice." He explained simply. "Wayne used to take me down here all the time when we'd go fish. Taught me how to get the nectar outta it. I thought these died in the drought of '87, but guess they've come back."

He smiled so proudly, eyes twinkling the way they did when he'd tell you a good memory, a rare happy one from his childhood. "How do you get the nectar out?" You tilted your head to the side lightly. "Thought only bees and butterflies could do that."

"Nah, honeysuckle's special, darlin'." Eddie grinned, he squatted in front of the green bush, climbing high on the trees and vines around it. He plucked a yellow-cream colored flowers off it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Watch this," Eddie's eyes lifted, round and big, shining with excitement. You matched his little smile, leaning in. "You just pinch this bottom like that, and pull this part," Eddie ripped the flower apart so delicately in his big hand, revealing the long stem in the middle, a single watery drop of nectar clinging to it. "Here, open up, baby. Taste it."

You stuck your tongue out, obediently, eyes lifting to meet Eddie's. It was an automatic reaction now, one Eddie wanted to beam in pride at you for remembering, his jeans tightened around the crotch at the sight. He placed the nectar covered stem on your tongue, rubbing it over your taste buds gently. It was more bitter than you expected it to be, earthy with a floral sweetness that tasted... odd, but intriguing on your tongue.

"Hmm," You hummed, rolling your tongue around in your mouth, brows furrowing ever so slightly up at Eddie. "Not really what I expected." You giggled, crystal and warm, it made Eddie's knees buckle.

"Yeah?" Eddie giggled back, brows raising. "Y'want another one?"

You contemplated for a moment, nodding. "Show me one more time how you did it."

Eddie grinned, his cock twitching behind the zipper of his wranglers. He plucked another flower, pinching, pulling, and eyeing at you to open your mouth. You did, holding his gaze while he smeared the sweet flower's nectar over your tongue.

You nodded slowly, rolling the nectar around your mouth. "It's pretty sweet." You shrugged finally. "Good. You want a taste?"

"Yeah," Eddie nodded, swallowing thickly. He could feel his heart beat in the throbbing tip of his dick, eyes trained on you. "Let me have a taste, sweet girl."

You gave him a wicked grin, eyes batting at him playfully. Oh, how many times you'd heard that in a very different circumstance.

"Pinch it, pull it, and..." You revealed the long string, smiling up at him triumphantly. "Open up for me, handsome."

Eddie snorted in a laugh before obliging, tongue out and eyes on you while you repeated his actions, rubbing it over his tongue. Eddie moaned loudly, eyes pinching close and lashes fluttering. "Mmm, tastes delicious." He groaned. You blushed at the vulgarity, eyes casting down, catching the growing tent in his jeans.

You paused for a moment, eyes lifting to him wickedly. He smiled back at you shamelessly, those muddy irises darkening with every passing second. You lifted a brow. "Seriously?" You asked, trying to feign annoyance, like you weren't pulsing something fierce between the knees.

Eddie shrugged. "Just what you do to me, sugar." He grinned cheekily.

He sure did know how to make you blush, you thought, turning to hide your heated face, flicking the flower towards the ground. "Does the honeysuckle have some kind of natural viagra in it?" You asked playfully. "That why you wanted to bring me out here?"

Eddie howled in laughter. "I dunno, baby, not that I know of." He grinned, perfect, pretty teeth and plump lips. "Maybe. You feelin' horny too?"

You blushed, scoffing at his blatant question. "I think you are, Munson." You nodded towards his bulge. "You want me to help you out?"

"I'd sure love it if you did. Be awful sweet of ya." Eddie grinned salaciously. That little shit.

You sighed heavy, dramatic and playful, but sinking to your knees in the cool grass. Your hands were already working on his belt, expertly undoing that thick buckle he'd won at a competition. You could remember the first time you'd tried to take one off, fumbled and irritated until he'd helped you, and told you not to rush that there was no need. Everything was easy, a little slower out here; that's why you loved it so much.

You pushed his stiff wranglers down to his knees, shuffling on your own to get closer, placing a sweet, gentle kiss to his tented briefs, his erection angry underneath.

"Stop that teasin', darlin'." Eddie grunted lightly, jaw clenching at the feeling of your soft lips against his shaft. "I'll be just as mean if you don't play nice with me." He warned.

You just gave him a tight lipped smile, pushing his underwear down, his cock springing free and curving up towards him, the foreskin stretching around his angry head, already leaking for you. You drooled, wetting your lips, before you took it in your hand, pushing the skin down with a fluid movement.

Eddie exhaled slowly out of his nose, eyes fluttering down to watch you through thick lashes. You blinked up at him, jacking him slowly, thumb circling the sensitive tip until his hips jerked in your grasp. Eddie nodded at your gently, a bow down towards you that was your go-ahead signal.

You took him your mouth easily, sucking on the tip, tongue swiping over the sensitive head that leaked for you. Eddie groaned loudly, hands moving to thread through your hair, tangling his calloused hands through the soft locks. Your mouth, velvety and wet, sucking him down gently.

"Just like that, girlie." Eddie breathed a sigh of contented pleasure, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. He could feel his tip brush the back of your throat, head still bobbing to take him further. "Goddamit, baby, feel so good."

You hummed at his praise, moving to cup his balls while your head bobbed slowly, eyes straining to look up at him. His eyes fluttered down to you, seeing you looking at him obediently, just like he'd taught you. Eddie beamed, thumbs stroking over your hollowed cheeks.

"Look at you, my best girl, aren't ya? Just so good." Eddie rasped, voice drowned out at the chirping birds singing and flitting in the wind, water babbling down the creek making the most serene background while you shoved him vulgarly down your throat.

Your hand cupped, squeezed his balls lightly, pulling back to suction on his tip and move down his shaft, breathing deep and slow to regulate your gagging. Eddie could feel his own abs clenching with every slow drag of your mouth squeezing around him, your nails tickling his balls lightly and making them jump and squeeze at your expert movements.

"Holy fuck, baby," Eddie gritted, tightening his grip in your hair. "You just get me so good, don't ya? Just my perfect, little, sweet girl. So good to me."

You hum in response, vibrations from your throat tickling and sending shockwaves through his head to his sac. Eddie felt himself clench, knees planting in a firmer stance. He wasn't going to last long with you out here, you were too good at this. Too good at knowing him so well.

Especially the way you'd tilt your head to the side, ducking down to take his sack into your mouth, sucking them lightly while your soft hands stroked his length with perfect flicks and grips.

"Open up that mouth." Eddie grunted through clenched teeth, nose scrunching.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were hurting him, but you did know him- you knew he was so close his toes were curling, coil in his tummy pulling closer and closer until it snapped. Spilling hot spurts of his seed onto your flattened tongue. You caught is easily, eyes still meeting his while he milked himself into your mouth, finger hooking to catch a dribbled spurt on the side of your lips before he pressed them in your mouth.

"Swallow f'me, sweet girl." Eddie rasped, chest rinsing and falling in sharp, fast breaths.

You swallowed him in one gulp, opening your mouth open to show him, eyes still round and meeting him. You ached, a slick, throbbing mess underneath your little sundress- the one that drove Eddie wild when it'd get caught between your cheeks.

"That's my good girl, so good." Eddie praised, cupping your blushing face. "You just take such good care of me, don't ya, honey?" Eddie cooed at you.

You smiled, sweetly and a little bashful. Eddie was sure if he wouldn't have just busted his cock would be lurching, sputtering to life all over again. "I love to take care of you, Eddie." You purred, lashes batting up at him, tight rubbing together for friction.

Eddie smirked. "I know you do, baby. Do such a good job at it too." He praised you, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, hands moving under your arms to tug you up. "Now, 's your turn, ain't it?"

You blushed, standing to your feet on shaky legs. You looked back at the ground, seeing the butterflies flit around, dragon flies whirring by. "Wait, I don't- I don't want to lay in the grass." You pouted gently. "I don't wanna get my dress dirty, Eddie."

Eddie rolled his eyes hard, feigned annoyance at you. "When did I say anything about that, huh, girlie?" He gave you a dark, pointed look.

You frowned at him confusingly, watching him sit on the grass, placing his hat beside him, dark curl melting into the grass when he laid back. "C'mon," Eddie grinned up at you, chin tucking to his chest to look up at you. "Get ready to ride, cowgirl."

You blushed, shimmying the hem of your dress up, lifting it so it was bunched by your waist, shuffling over to him, legs parting wide to climb over his body. You sunk to your knees, blushing under Eddie's wild eyed gaze, excited and lustful.

"You let me know if you can't breathe?" You asked, lifting a brow towards him. "I don't wanna suffocate you."

"I couldn't think of a better way to go out, darlin'." Eddie grinned cheekily. "Smothered by that delicious pussy by the creek? Sounds like paradise to me."

"Eddie." You whined, shuffling back towards his chest.

Eddie's hands gripped your thighs fiercely, pulling you protectively towards him. "'M just kiddin', baby. I'll let y'know, alright?" He smiled sweetly up at you, hands rubbing up the soft swell of your hips, pushing your dress up further to reveal your puffy, slick lips to him.

"Here," Eddie reached over, grabbing his hat and holding it out to you. "You put it on. You're ridin' today, girlie."

You blushed but put the dark hat on, tipping it onto your head before Eddie had you pulled into him with a slight oomph! his mouth latching to your swollen clit, lapping and suckling at you.

You bucked and rode his face, hips grinding and bumping against his nose, hands gripping his curls like the reigns to a horse, while your knees rubbed into the soft grass beneath you. You'd lost the hat after you tipped your head back too suddenly, it tumbled onto Eddie and then toppled onto the ground, but you were too caught up to care.

Eddie buried himself in you, devouring your cunt while you cried and gushed all over him, his eyes fluttering shut, savoring every last drop of your delicious nectar. He decided then, that honeysuckle was good, but nothing compared to the sweetness of you.

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lots-of-pockets · 11 months

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Bedtime 🩵

Pairing: Natasha x little!reader

Words: 2657

Warnings: This is an age regression imagine. There will be mentions of diapers, and a brief nursing scene that’s pretty detailed. If that’s not your thing, please refrain from saying so. Just move on, and pretend like it doesn’t even exist.

Summary: After a long busy day, it’s time for bed. Join Natasha and you with your bedtime routine.

Notes: This is not my first time writing age regression. This is, however, my first time positing on here so I am a little nervous. I’m sensitive lmao, so please no mean comments. Thank you and enjoy.

"Okay, in we go," Natasha murmurs as she guides you into the apartment by the hand, "take your shoes of baby." She coaxes as she shrugs off her jacket and hangs it up on the coatrack.

You huff, but nod, dropping to your butt and tugging off your sneakers. You place them neatly onto the shoe rack -just like mama had taught you- before once again stumbling to your feet.

"Good girl," Natasha was quick to praise, and you smile bashfully as you allow yourself to be helped out of your coat. "Let's go get you into the tub, okay?" She retakes your hand and tugs lightly, pulling you through to the bathroom.

You'd just gotten back from a long day at the aquarium and it was now nearly nine at night, one hour after your designated bedtime on the weekends. If your quiet huffs and whines of dismay were anything to go by, Natasha knew you were getting to the point of being overtired, and if she wanted to avoid an inevitable breakdown, she knew to get you to bed as soon as possible.

"Don't want to," you murmur as you fall against Natasha's front, your hands rising cling to the material of her shirt. "No mama."

Natasha cups the back of your head with her hand and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, "I know," she placates, "but we've had a long day and you knew we always make sure we're nice and clean before bed."

Before this dynamic between them had started, your personal hygiene was mediocre at best. No one had ever taught you to shower, to wash your hair or to do anything that was remotely related to being clean. It hadn't really been a shock Natasha, because your upbringing hadn't exactly been ideal. You'd had grown up without parents, going from foster home to foster home without anyone remotely looking out for you. Nothing had ever been permanent, the threat of being kicked out looming over your shoulder at every turn.

It's what made this relationship so special. Why you were so small and needed mama to do everything for you and why Natasha did so without question. There was a trust like no other, and that would never change.

You let out a pitiful whimper and slide down Natasha's body in a dramatic like fashion, slumping onto the floor with your body curled up small.

After Natasha had checked the temperature of the water and placed the stopper into the tub, she sits herself down onto the floor next to her groggy girl and brings a hand up to brush away the hair that had fallen into your face. At the action, you peek up at her, lips pulled down into that signature frown which Natasha was often greeted with when you were upset at not getting what you wanted.

"I know you're sleepy," she acknowledges softly as she allows the pad of her thumb to graze over your cheek, "but you know the rules detka. We either have to bath in the morning, or before bedtime, and you chose bedtime when you woke up this morning. I promise as soon as you're done, mama will get you tucked up in bed with bunny so you can go night night, okay?"

Bunny was your beloved stuffed bunny. It had been one of the first things Natasha had ever gifted you, and wherever you went, bunny tagged along. He was kind of old and worn now due to all the love and snuggles he gets, but to you, he was just as good, if not better than he was the day you got him.

You simply nod.

Natasha smiles down at you as she rises to her feet and holds out her hand, "Up we get." She coaxes, and though you hesitate, you soon reach up to take mama's hand allowing yourself to be pulled to your feet.

"Good girl," Natasha praises, "let's get your clothes off mhh? The baths nearly ready."

You let yourself be undressed like a little rag doll, feeling to sleepy to try and lend a hand. Soon, you were as bare as the day you were born, and when an involuntarily shiver racks your body, you let out a quiet whimper and attempt to climb into Natasha's arms.

"Oh I know," Natasha murmurs softly as she pulls the shivering body close as close as she could to her own, bending down slightly to turn off the water. The tub was now half full with bubbles and a few toys. Just as you like it.

She gently grasps the arms around her waist and pulls them away, offering out her hands instead.

Your slightly smaller ones grasp them without hesitation.

"Big step sweet girl." Natasha reminds, and you nod in understanding as you allow yourself to be helped into the bath. Mama's hands don't let go of you until your butt hits the floor of the tub, and as you distractedly begin playing with one of your bath crayons, you distinctly hears the sound of mama grabbing your shampoo and conditioner from the cabinet underneath the sink.

It immediately has your senses on red alert, because you definitely did not like having your hair washed. It always took to long and despite mama being as gentle as she could she always ended up with soap in your eyes and it always made you cry.

"No mama," you scold 'firmly' with a pointed finger.

Natasha turns to face you with an eyebrow raised and three bottles in her hands. Shampoo, body wash, and conditioner.

"No what sweet girl?" Natasha sits down on the wooden stool used for bath time and sets down the bottles on the side of the tub.

"No hair." You whine as you frustratedly kick your legs, splashing water over the side of the tub and onto the floor.

"Hey hey, none of that," Natasha lightly scolds as she places a hand on your legs to keep them still, and you freeze as you look up at her with fear filled eyes. Natasha softens her voice significantly, because whilst she needed the little one to adhere to the warning being given, she didn't want to upset you further. "If you want to tell mama something, you do it nicely. You know that."

But despite her gentle tone, it was still a scold, and it had your bottom lip wobbling all the same.

A sense of guilt immediately fills Natasha, and she gently reaches forward to cup your cheeks before pressing a tender kiss to the spot between your brows.

"Tell mama what you were trying to say baby." she coaxes as she pulls her lips away, her thumbs still brushing over the soft skin.

You sniffle, "No hair." you whisper in a cracked voice, and though Natasha's heart breaks at the sound, she nods her head in understanding. She hates seeing her baby cry, even more so when she was the one that had caused it.

Of course she never does it purposely. Her baby was just a sensitive sole who wears her heart on her sleeve. No matter how gentle Natasha's voice was, there would always be tears.

"Okay. No hair wash tonight. Let's get you clean so we can snuggle up in bed." She grabs a clean wash cloth and dunks it into the water to wet it before squirting a decent amount of body wash onto it.

You sniffle with a small nod, bringing your attention back to her toys. You half heartedly dunk one of your plastic boats into a large pile of bubbles, but it was clear to Natasha that her little one wasn't really into her play. You were often more silent and subdued after being told off, and it always took lots of cuddles and love to bring out her giggly little girl again.

"We're done my love. Can you pull out the stopper for mama?" Natasha wrings out the wash cloth and hangs it over the side of the tub to dry.

You nod again and reach forward to unplug the stopper, watching with intrigue as the water swirls down the drain. You then look up at mama and hold up your arms.

Natasha smiles as she places her hands beneath your armpits and lifts you to your feet. "Up we go, good girl. Big step." She warns again, watching as you cling to the material of her shirt before cautiously stepping out of the tub and onto the bath mat.

It was then Natasha bundles you up into your frozen 2 towel, and when you step forward with a small whimper, hands still gripping her shirt, she easily welcomes you into her arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your forehead.

"Shh, you're okay baby. Mama's got you." She soothes as she cups the back of your head, her other hand beginning to trace gentle circles across your towel clad back.

You nod your head slightly, but your grip remains secure around Natasha's waist. Your hands had now slipped underneath her shirt too, and it tells Natasha that you're gonna be wanting some quiet time tonight.

Whenever you were overtired, or whenever you were having a bad day and needed your mama close, Natasha would always drift towards the most innocent forms of comfort. Skin to skin. The feeling of Natasha's skin against your own was one of your favourite things -with the exception of being able to nurse from her breast- and you would, without fail, always end up nestled against the woman's bare chest before the night was over.

"Up mama." You beg quietly a few moments later as you adjust your grip, your arms coming up to rest around Natasha's shoulders.

Natasha doesn't hesitate to haul you up into her arms. You were about five or so inches shorter than she was, but your builds were similar meaning there wasn't much difference between your weights. It meant that whilst Natasha could carry her little one, it was only ever manageable for short distances.

Your legs were tight around her waist as Natasha carries you through to the bedroom, and you let out a disgruntled whine when you feel yourself being set down onto the end of the bed.

"Shh," Natasha soothes, "mama needs to get your jammies and diaper, you're okay." She grabs your stuffed bunny from the top of the bed and places it into your arms. You eagerly hold it close to your chest, eyes fluttering closed when you feel a gentle kiss against your forehead. When they flicker open again, you see mama now on the other side of the room grabbing a clean pair of pyjamas from your dresser drawer.

A diaper and wipes were already in her hands, and you watch quietly as the items were placed down onto the bed next to you. You then lay back without prompt, a soft blush flushing your cheeks when mama immediately calls you a 'good girl'.

"Should we get your cute little butt all diapered, mhh?" Natasha coos as she unfolds the diaper, and you grin shyly as you nod your head and lift your hips allowing the padded item to be slid beneath you.

"Such a good girl," Natasha praises again, giving you a quick wipe down before bringing the front up and securing the tapes together. "There we go, nice a snug. Should we do your jammies now?" She playfully tickles your tummy.

You giggle as you nod your head, and Natasha finds herself laughing softly in adoration as she guides your legs into the holes of your shorts. After tugging them up so they covered your diapered behind, she grabs your hands and pulls you up into a sitting position.

"I think we'll leave your shirt off for now. That way it'll be easier to snuggle with mama, mhh?" Natasha folds the damp towel and deposits it on the back of her desk chair before placing the wipes back into their spot in the dresser drawer.

You nod, "Snuggle now mama?" You hold out the arm that wasn't clutching bunny.

Natasha cups your chin and places a kiss to your forehead,, "Just a second. Let mama change first, okay?"

You pouts, but nod, turning and crawling to the top of the bed. You knock the decorative pillows to the floor and slide beneath the covers, squirming and moving around until they weren't constricting you. Mama made the bed every single morning, and it was always neat and tidy and looked as though no one had ever slept in it.

Natasha smiles as she watches her little one mess up the bed to her liking, her hands in her hair pulling it back into its signature braid.

"Be careful," she warns when you slide a little too close to the end of the bed for her liking.

Your head peaks up over the blankets, your hair already a mess, "Will mama." You mumble with a tired grin before disappearing back beneath the covers.

Natasha playfully rolls her eyes as she wonders back into the bathroom. Her intention was to have a nice long, hot shower, but she'd do that once the little was was fast off in dreamland. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she walks back through to the bedroom. There, you were sprawled out on your back, eyes closed and your stuffed bunny held close to your chest. Natasha knew you weren't asleep however, because your breathing was way too fast.

"Make some room for mama." Natasha announces her arrival as she tugs back the blankets on her side of the bed. Technically, the whole bed was hers -as was the bedroom- but you took residence in it most nights because you didn't like to sleep by yourself even though you had a perfectly good bedroom available.

Natasha never complains though, because you do tend to use your own room for naps which gives Natasha a little time to herself.

Your eyes blearily open, and at the sight of your mama, you grin and scoot yourself towards the left side of the bed as opposed to the centre.

After Natasha had climbed in, she holds out her arms silently inviting you into them. You comply without hesitation, nestling close against the woman's bare chest as you settle pretty much on top of her.

Natasha presses a kiss to your head as she adjusts herself slightly to get comfortable beneath your weight. She rolls them onto their sides once she realises that sleeping underneath 110 pounds just would not be possible, quietly shushing your quiet whine of dismay at the change of position.

She brings a hand down to gently pat your padded behind, her other arm trapped between your head being used as a pillow. Your face was eye level with her breasts, and it takes only moments for searching lips begin their hunt for food. Natasha smiles softly as she peeks down at you, seeing your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you attempt to latch on to the swell of her beast. Natasha smiles softly as she uses the tip of her pinky to unlatch you, cupping her breast with her free hand and swiping the nipple over your bottom lip. Your mouth instinctively opens, and Natasha guides your head forward allowing you to get a deep and comfortable latch.

You almost immediately begin to suckle, a wet, squeaky sound filling the otherwise quiet room. It takes only moments for her milk to let down, and the small squeak of excitement that escapes you as you swallow doesn't go amiss. With a soft grin, Natasha presses a kiss to the top of your head and lays her head back down on her own pillow.

"There we go, nice and calm now."

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skyward-floored · 2 months

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(More hdw au, several months after this memory)

Gentle humming drifts through the air as Queen Adeline rocks her baby, little Zelda’s eyes finally slipping closed in slumber. Adeline looks down at her arms to be sure her daughter is asleep, and as she finishes her lullaby, she makes her way across the room, careful to step lightly.

“Goodnight my sweet Zelda,” Queen Adeline whispers, giving her tiny daughter a kiss as she places her in her bed. “Dream pleasant dreams.”

Zelda doesn’t react, other than with a quiet snuffling noise, and Adeline gives her one more smile before leaving her be.

She stifles a yawn as she then dresses for bed, slipping her shoes off with a relieved sigh. An ache is present in her toes, and Adeline winces at the state of her feet as she finally sits down.

Her husband is away checking the state of a new training outpost, so she’s been running around twice as much as normal. Adeline would have gone along with him, but Zelda was too small to travel, and things needed to be kept up with here.

Though the extra amount of work she’s had to deal with along with a baby has been taxing, even without the added stress of traveling, and she is, admittedly, worn out.

It used to be I could handle a week of days like this without batting an eye, she thinks as she lays back on her bed with a sigh. And look at me now. Nothing but an exhausted mother with achy feet.

Zelda lets out a soft coo in her sleep, and Adeline can’t help her smile.

I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

A quiet rapping at her door makes her ears prick, and Adeline sits up, then reluctantly stands when the knocking repeats a few moments later. Seems she won’t get to rest just yet.

“Just a moment please,” she calls, putting on a comfortable pair of slippers and a robe, and then heads to the door.

She opens it, and is met with the familiar sight of one of her closest friends, Impa’s red eyes bright in the dim lighting of the hallway.

Adeline smiles. She hasn’t seen Impa all that much since she got back from her most recent assignment, even though Impa was recently appointed her daughter’s bodyguard. But her smile slips as she realizes Impa looks terrible, dark circles under her eyes, hair slipping out of its usual neat bun. She seems like she’s barely standing, and Adeline puts a hand on her arm in worry.

“Impa? What brings you here so late?” Adeline asks. “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but... are you alright?”

“I’m so sorry to disturb you your highness. But I need... I need to speak with you,” Impa says in a small voice, unusually small for her.

Adeline’s worry deepens, but she nods at her, and quickly gestures Impa in. She leads her to the small couch in her quarters, and Impa sits, her arms crossed over her middle and face oddly nervous.

The queen sits next to her, giving her room, but close enough to offer support if it’s wanted. She’s had an exhausting day, but her friend is far more important than getting a proper night’s sleep. Especially if she’s resorting to visiting her so late in the day, looking so terrible. It must be important.

“So what is it you need, Impa?” Adeline asks lightly, leaning back on her seat. “Is something wrong?”

Impa continues to stare at the floor, her face curiously blank as her arms tighten around her middle. When she still doesn’t say anything, Adeline hesitantly puts a hand on Impa’s shoulder, and she flinches, finally looking over and meeting her eyes.

Adeline is shocked to see tears in them.

“Impa..?” she asks softly, urgently.

Maybe it’s her quiet voice, maybe it’s her hand on her shoulder, or maybe it’s even the fact that Impa is actually very close to her breaking point, but all of a sudden her tears spill over and Impa is crying.

Adeline stares in further shock at the tears streaming down Impa’s face before quickly tugging her into a hug, her friend’s breath hitching with quiet sobs.

“Impa, whatever is the matter?” she asks as Impa cries into her shoulder, worry thick in her voice. She’s never seen Impa like this, her strong, stoic friend heaving soft sobs into her arms. Not even when they were children did Impa cry like this— something must be terribly wrong.

Impa sniffles.

“I think—” she says, letting out a hiccup. “I think I made a mistake.”

Adeline meets her eyes, Impa shakily wiping some tears away, and gives her shoulder a squeeze.

“Tell me what happened,” she says gently, and Impa nods, breathing out.

Adeline rings for some tea before they start, needing something to keep herself awake, and knowing Impa will appreciate it. She knows her friend’s favorite brew, and Impa does look calmer once she has the warm beverage in her hands, her tears stopped for the moment.

Impa sighs.

“During— during the assignment,” she finally begins, looking down at her tea and not at Adeline. “With the diplomatic party to the Eldin caves. You know we met with the Gorons, but they aren’t the only ones who live in that area.”

“Yes... I recall mentions of a dragon before. I believe he was to be included in the negotiations,” Adeline replies with a gentle nod. “All of the reports said everything went very well... were they incorrect?”

“No, they were correct,” Impa says, taking a long sip of tea. “The ambassador did his job well. The negotiations went exceptionally, with both parties.”

She sniffles again.

“Other matters just... didn’t.”

Adeline offers her a handkerchief, but Impa shakes her head, her tears stopped for now.

“What happened, Impa?” Adeline asks gently, aware there’s something her friend isn’t saying. Impa sighs, and tightly closes her eyes, holding her tea cup so tightly Adeline wonders if it will break.

“...I fell in love,” she whispers finally. “With the dragon knight Volga.”

The words are like a cold splash of water, Adeline blinking in shock, but as Impa squeezes her eyes shut, Adeline shakes off her disbelief and gently pats her shoulder.

“Oh Impa,” she says softly.

Impa breathes shakily in through her nose.

“I thought him insufferable at first, prideful and so full of himself. To my dismay we kept ending up together, during meetings and dinners and spars and everything, it seemed like he was always around with a smirk on his lips and some ignorant comment. It wasn’t until there was a monster attack and we fought together that somehow I realized there was more to him, and we just... we grew closer. We didn’t trust each other a bit at first, but somehow things changed, and we... suddenly we were in love,” Impa whispers, clutching her teacup.

“I did wonder why you barely wrote to me,” Adeline says, putting her hand over Impa’s. “I assumed you were too busy... which I suppose was correct, in a way.”

Impa almost smiles, then breaths in slowly.

“Yes. I apologize for not doing so. Between Volga and my duties, I had little free time,” she says, setting her tea cup down. “But back to what happened. I... it turns out dragon courting customs are different then both Hylian and Sheikah. I gifted Volga a particularly interesting crystal I discovered one day after we sparred, but it turns out the way I presented it, and what happened beforehand... it is the first step of how dragons propose to one another.“

Adeline can’t help her gasp.

“You proposed unknowingly?”

“Yes. Volga reciprocated, but I did not realize what had happened at first... but once we both figured out what had happened, I... I went along with it. And we were married. Or, mates, as he put it.”

Adeline mulls the tale over for a moment, almost unable to believe it despite hearing it from Impa herself. Impa is many things, but impulsive is not one of them, and going along with a marriage she did not intend is... very unlike her.

Which can only mean...

“...You truly love him, don’t you?” Adeline asks softly, and Impa closes her eyes.

“I... I did. I do. Let me finish,” she whispers. “We kept everything a secret, so as not to cause problems with the negotiations. I... also do not know what others’ reactions would be, especially the other Sheikah. Volga keeps company with monsters, even if he is not one himself. So we kept it all hidden. And everything was going so well despite all of the secrecy, and we were happy, the both of us, but... but then it was time for the ambassador to leave. And me with him.”

Impa’s voice shakes a little. “Volga thought I would stay with him, help him guard over the caves. I told him I couldn’t, not with my duty to Hyrule and the royal family, and my tribe as well. I wanted us to continue our relationship from a distance, but somehow it all just... went wrong. We fought, badly, and I...”

Impa wipes a hand over her eyes. “I left. I was out of time. I tried to talk to Volga once more before leaving, but he refused to speak to me. And now...”

Impa’s voice breaks, and Adeline puts her hand on her shoulder.

“I’m expecting,” she chokes out, and begins to cry in earnest again. “I’m expecting, Addy, and I don’t know what to do.”

Adeline pulls Impa back into a hug again, and her friend sobs, hurt and fear and anger and grief all spilling out with her cries.

“Oh Impa, you’ve been dealing with all of this alone?” Adeline breathes, holding her tight. “You’ve been back for weeks, I can’t imagine...”

No wonder she hasn’t been the same since she returned.

Adeline holds Impa tighter, and does nothing but rub a soothing hand along her back for several minutes, Impa trying to get a hold of herself and failing quite miserably.

“It’ll be alright. We’ll figure this out, I promise,” Adeline says gently, and Impa wipes a hand over her eyes. “Do you know how far along you are?”

“Somewhere around two months,” Impa whispers. “I began to suspect shortly after returning, but the signs are unmistakable now. I confirmed it earlier.”

She sniffles and wipes another hand over her eyes, and Adeline pulls back a little.

“We’ll figure this out,” she repeats gently, taking Impa’s hands in hers. “Things will be okay, Impa. For you and your baby.”

“But this child shouldn’t even exist!” Impa cries, her eyes even more red then normal. “They will be half dragon, Adeline, and we may have an agreement that Volga is technically a part of now, but he is still not trusted! A relationship with him is unthinkable among the Sheikah, they might not even accept our marriage as legitimate! How will my tribe react at the news that I carry his child?” she chokes out.

“Impa, all will be well,” Adeline says gently.

“I will not be able to fulfill my duties to you and the princess if I have my own child to care for!” Impa says thickly. “And my tribe may very well kick me out once they learn what I’ve done. How will all be well, your majesty? Answer me that.”

“Because I will help you,” she assures, voice firm with conviction. “You are not alone, Impa. I am on your side.”

She squeezes Impa’s hands.

“I’ll help you think of a plan. A great many things can be blamed on a sleep-deprived queen who recently had a baby,” she says with a wink. “If we work together, we can keep things quiet, and nobody will ever need to know who the father is. You’ll both be safe.”

“I can’t ask that of you your majesty,” Impa whispers, and Adeline sighs, looking at her tea which is now lukewarm at best.

Zelda shifts a little in her crib across the room, but she doesn’t wake, and silence falls over the room.

“...Do you remember when we were younger, and we pretended we were sisters?” Adeline asks after a minute. Impa nods, a minuscule smile forming on her tearstained face.

“Yes. You insisted we should be twins, despite you being three years older and us both looking nothing alike.”

“Oh, we looked plenty alike, hush,” Adeline huffs, and Impa’s smile grows just a little. “...my point is that we looked out for each other then, before either of us had any sort of importance beyond titles that were meaningless to us both. That hasn’t changed. I want to help you, Impa.”

Impa looks at her, gratitude shining in her eyes, but her gaze is still dim with grief.

“You’re certain?” she asks quietly.

Adeline nods again. “I’m certain. You’re my friend, Impa, I won’t leave you to figure this out by yourself. Plus you’ve saved my life at least twice, this is the least I can do.”

“You know I don’t require repayment for that,” she murmurs.

“No, but I still want to help you,” Adeline replies decisively, and tugs Impa into a hug again. “We can get to work on a plan as soon as you’re ready. I’m behind you all the way.”

Impa exhales, lowering her gaze, and Adeline can’t help but notice when her arm returns to resting around her middle.

The silence falls back between them, drained and quiet, and Adeline rests her head back on the couch they’re on, the tiredness she’d forgotten about now returning. She doesn’t want to deny Impa the comfort of having someone sit with her though, not after so long with dealing with this alone, and so she remains where she is, Impa’s head resting on her shoulder.

“...I’m scared,” Impa suddenly whispers, in a voice so quiet that Adeline barely hears it.

Adeline swallows, and gently sets her head against hers. “All I can tell you is that I was too,” she replies softly. “And that I’m here to help. You’re not alone, Impa.”

Impa lets out a sigh, heavy with exhaustion and grief, and Adeline knows there’s nothing more she can say.

All she can do is continue to hold her friend, and support her as best as she can.

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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i had a vision

an: hiiii! this is my first smut piece ever! this is loosely based off of stargirl interlude by the weeknd & lana del rey . i hope you all enjoy!! 18+ minors DNI

pairings: gojo x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, mild breast play, slight man-handling, pet names, dom!gojo and sub!reader

you weren't quite sure what had happened tonight.

it started off completely mundane. gojo got home from a short mission, placing his shoes in the same spot that he always does, pulling his blindfold off like normal, replacing it with the exact same black shades he's worn since you met him.

but something's different.

he was gone for 2 nights total, a very short mission compared to some of the others that he has been on recently. but, you didn't complain. you're proud of him.

was it his hair?

the icy strands fall messily around his face, softly swaying from the expressive movements gojo makes as he recounts a story from last night. descriptions of different curses, intricately designed through his words, but you're not listening.

was it his hands?

with your back against the kitchen island, he stands directly in front of you, his image almost mirroring yours. leaning back on his arms, his long fingers curl around the edge of the granite. his knuckles curve against the stone, pale skin a stark contrast to the dark stone beneath them. the sight alone has you squirming, cold stone pressing into your back causing you to squirm.

your heart beats a little quicker as gojo throws his head back with a groan, leaning a little further into the counter behind him, saying something about the last fight really did some damage on my back. but, you can't hear him. not with the sinful images that fill your mind.

water glass pressed to your lips, you let in a shaky breath.

all you can think of is the slow drag of his large cock, gliding against your walls as he bends you over the very counter you're leaning against. hips snapping against yours, gojo whispering absolute filth into your ear.

"-but it was okay in the end, i was able to stop at a store after, and-" gojo cuts himself of as he notices your current state.

pupils blown wide, lips ghosting the rim of the glass, which fogs underneath your shallow breaths. your arms are crossed over your chest as you stare straight at his fingers. that makes him smile.

chuckling lowly, gojo leans forward just a bit.

"what's on your mind, sweet girl?"

you snap out of your thoughts, eye quickly meeting his. gojo chuckles as he watches your cheeks flush.

"n-nothing. i'm glad you're home safe," you give him a small smile and step around him, setting your glass in the sink.

"oh c'mon, i'm sure that isn't everything," he steps behind you, pressing his half-hard cock into your ass. "right?"

you gasp, hands grabbing the counter to provide any type of support for yourself.

"cause i think," he whispers against your neck, his breath leaving goosebumps in its wake. "that you've been a little distracted tonight." his hands trail up your sides, cupping your breasts over his large t-shirt you decided to wear tonight.

"satoru," you whine, leaning back into his chest. his large palms ghost over the top of your breasts, pulling themselves down to cup them once more.

"what, pretty? d'ya need something?" he teases, bringing both of his pointer fingers up to rub over your hard buds that poke through the t-shirt. rubbing tiny circles, you press harder against him.

"please, hah, more," you moan, eyes trained on his fingers that now flick back and forth over your nipples. the fabric of the shirt pulls deliciously against them, the burn in your belly increasing by the second.

"aw, baby, how 'bout you tell me what you were thinking about, hmmm?" gojo chuckles, spinning you around to bend you over the island, the cold granite against your warm skin causing you to let out a shaky breath. gojo's fingers trail down your sides, grabbing lightly at your hips before pushing your shirt up, pushing your back down against the counter at the same time. your back arches and gojo holds in a moan at the sight.

sliding your panties down your legs, your name leaves his lips at the sight of your cunt, slick shining against the dim kitchen light. pressing two fingers in, he curls them against your walls, fingertips reaching deeper and deeper.

"so wet, baby. could this be what you were thinking about?" punctuating his words with a slow curl of his fingers, you mewl and press your cheek against the counter, attempting to cool yourself down.

"please 'toru," you pant, your high approaching quickly as his fingers move in and out of your pussy, curling right into the spongy spot inside of you with precision.

"you're so filthy, huh baby? thinking about this? gonna cum?" gojo teases, fingers moving even quicker.

"yes, gonna cum, 'toru, please don't stop," you moan, voice bouncing off of the kitchen walls. the sound of your begging has his mind spinning, but he doesn't lose focus. retracting his fingers quickly, he pulls you up against his chest by the back of your shirt. sticking his fingers in your mouth to muffle your whine, you swirl your tongue around them, cleaning off your slick.

"that's cute," he muses, tugging his pants down enough to free his hard cock, pressing it against your folds, slipping himself back and forth with your essence. "but, i want you to come on my cock."

Pressing the tip against your entrance, you wiggle against him, chasing the high stolen from you. smiling at your neediness, gojo places his palm on your back and presses down, pushing his cock past your entrance at the same time.

you scream as he sheaths himself into you fully. moaning your name loudly, gojo places his hands on your hips to control his movements.

"so fucking tight, hah, you were just waiting for this, huh? j-just waiting for me, fuck, to fill you up?" gojo's name leaves your lips as his hips slam into yours harshly, cock filling you up perfectly. your walls clench around him with every thrust, causing his hips to stutter.

"g-gonna cum, you're t-too tight sweet girl, fuck im gonna cum," he breathes, his thrusts becoming irregular as his high approaches. your nails scratch against the counter, trying to grab onto anything you can as he pounds against your spot.

"'toru, need to cum," you whine, your nipples rubbing against the cool stone making you even closer. "c-cumming, fuck 'toru, oh my god," you pant, your orgasm rips through you, vision going white as he reaches around you to rub your clit.

a loud whine of your name fills your ears, and gojo slams his hips into you one last time as he cums, warmth filling your cunt quickly. you squirm, the feeling overstimulating your sensitive walls. pulling out slowly, gojo's chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath. wrapping his arms around your waist to help your shaky legs, he places a soft kiss on your forehead

"thank you, sweetheart, you did so good," he mumbles, lips pressing another gentle kiss against the top of your head. you hum, wincing as drops of his cum begin to drip out of you. chuckling, gojo swiftly picks you up and begins to carry you towards your room.

"how about we take a shower, and you can tell me all about what you've been up to the past couple days. how does that sound?"

nodding into his chest, you feel a sense of comfort that has been missing the past couple of days.

"yes please," you mumble, eyes feeling a little bit heavier. turning on the shower, gojo sets you down on the counter while it warms up. he beams at you, and leaves to grab towels for the two of you.

you aren't sure how the night ended like this, but you can't complain. not after having the world's strongest all to yourself.

#gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut #jjk smut #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo x you smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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babybluebex · 1 year

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𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: an exhausted joseph in new orleans only wants one thing from you. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf) (don't like, don't read) 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i was just so struck by the sight of joe in this blue shirt and bootcut jeans and loafers that i HAD to write something soft based on it. maybe later there'll be something less soft about it 😈

“You looked good today,” you whispered as Joseph hugged you tight, pulling you out of bed and ruffling up your hair. New Orleans had been treating you well, exploring the French Quarter all day while Joe was working, and you had gotten into bed early to wait for him to come back to the hotel. He had slipped out of the room while you were still asleep that morning and you hadn’t seen him at all, and you were left to discover his outfit from Twitter.

And, God, he looked good. That blue striped shirt, unbuttoned two buttons down, just enough to show his two silver chains and a tease of chest hair; dark, flared jeans that hugged his legs and ass just right; and dark Valentino loafers. The shoes were maybe questionable with the jean option, but you knew how excited Joe was when he bought them, so you weren’t surprised that he had worn them. Somewhere during the evening, his brown leather jacket was added to the ensemble, and, while it kinda clashed, it worked for him.

“Thank you, darling,” Joe said softly. He hadn’t bothered to turn on a light as he had come into the room, and the bed was bathed in the light of the window, the convention center in view from your room. “Had a long day.”

“I can imagine,” you told him. “One more day of con, baby, then you’re home free.”

“No, no, I love it,” Joseph told you. “I love meeting everyone. I just need to sleep.” He chuckled lightly, smoothing his hand up and down your back, letting his nails lightly trace your muscles through your shirt.

“Come on, then,” you told him, your hands going to the leather jacket. You pushed it off of his shoulders, shaking it slightly as you pulled it from his arms, and you kissed his shoulder as you folded it in half and set it at the foot of the bed. He smelled good, his regular mint and cigarettes, but also a little like the stale air of the convention center, but you didn’t mind it. A shower would set him right, but you knew that your sweet boy was too tired for that. He was slumping into your arms as you started at his jeans, popping the side-wound button and going for the zipper, but you stopped when you felt his hardness brush your hand. Oh.

“You okay, baby?” you asked, and Joe groaned softly into your neck, tilting his head to press a kiss to your thin skin.

“You just looked so pretty laying there,” he told you, his voice raspy from speaking all day. He always lost his voice after cons, but a cuppa always fixed him up after a few days. “I missed you so much.”

“Oh, Joey,” you cooed. “Well, come here, what do you want me to do?”

“M’too tired to do much,” Joe confessed, his hand landing on your hips. “Maybe you just keep me warm ‘til I fall asleep?”

“Sure thing, baby,” you told him, and you went back to your job of undoing his pants. He shuffled out of his shoes and helped you push down his jeans and underwear, and his cock bobbed up to his belly once it was free. You sighed softly, and tugged him by the lapels of his shirt into a kiss, slow and lazy, just the way he needed it. He kissed you back with a hand coming to rest on your cheek, and he moaned softly when your hand wrapped around his dick, slowly stroking him to become fully hard.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his teeth scraping your lips, and you dropped his cock in favor of leaning to lay on your back. You tugged down your panties and let them join the pile of clothes on the carpet, and Joe filled your arms instantly, laying on top of you with his full weight. Joey was your own personal weighted blanket and you adored him for it, but the plastic buttons on his shirt were pressing hard into your chest, almost painful.

“Sit up,” you whispered, and Joe groaned for a moment before he did as he was told. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it open wide so that you could splay your hands across his hairy chest, and your hands smoothed down to his back underneath the shirt. His skin was warm and soft, little freckles dotting his paleness, and he came back to you, laying down again. His cock found your cunt in an instant, and you wrapped your legs around his middle to open yourself up enough for him to easily slip inside.

He moaned as he filled you, a quiet sound of appreciation for you and your cunt, and you smiled and kissed his cheek. “S’that better?” you asked, and he nodded, settling his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, his minty breath fanning across your face. He had gum in his mouth, and you laughed.

“Spit that out,” you told him, reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a tissue for him.

“No,” Joey whined. “It’s my nicotine gum.”

“Baby,” you sighed. “You can’t sleep with gum in your mouth.”

“Then I guess I’ll stay up,” Joseph said. “Keep on my gum and maybe fuck you right.”

“You’re too sleepy,” you told him, watching his eyes stick as he blinked. “You’ll get more gum tomorrow, you gotta go to bed.”

“Oh, alright,” Joe mumbled, and he spit out his gum into the tissue. His hips moved gently as he stretched to put the tissue on the table, and you gasped as his cock nestled inside you perfectly, hitting that spot that made your legs shake. “Oh, yeah? You sure you don’t want me to fuck you?”

“Go to sleep, silly,” you told him, your arms wrapping around him once more. You kissed his cheek as he cuddled back into your warmth, and you whispered, “Good night, Joey. Have sweet dreams.”

“With you, I don’t need sweet dreams,” Joe said. “You’re the best dream I’ve got.”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn #joe quinn rpf #*my writing

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vxnuslogy · 2 months

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🍿 lights, camera, action .ᐟ

chapter 3 — drinkin' time

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“you guys… is this really necessary?” you ask in amusement as emily and azrail went back and forth from your closet to your full body mirror.

“i mean,” another article of clothing was thrown into your lap. “it’s just a friendly date. i don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” the two actors stared at you before pulling you by the arm and shoving you in the bathroom.

“[name], my dear.” azrail said.

“do not call me ‘my dear’.” you quip back. sighing as you began to undress and change into whatever the two had picked out for you.

“yeah, okay whatever.” you heard the roll of his eyes making you chuckle. “but it is a big deal. first impressions are important!”

“i think you’re forgetting that this isn’t our first meeting.”

“even so!” emily replied, “there’s no harm in dressing to impress, right?”

you could only assume that emily turned to adam, he was dragged by the two into your apartment at precisely 9 am in the morning, so it was safe to assume he wasn’t in the greatest of moods.

“there isn’t really anything wrong.” you say while pulling up your pants. “but come on,” pulling the red knitted sweater over your head, you try to fix your messy hair. “did you really expect me to wear a dress for today?”

“but you said you liked wearing dresses.”

“emmie, we’re going out for coffee not an award show.”

pulling the bathroom door open, you didn’t even get the chance to breathe as emily pulled you over to your vanity and sat you down. she already had a brush in her hands and started taking out the knots in your hair.

“can’t lie to you though, judge,” you peeked at adam who was graciously laying down on your bed, “you look nice.” he said with a smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes at him and started doing your skin prep for makeup.

“what can i say,” azrail propped his arm over your head. “our [name] pulls anything off.”

“that’s an overstatement.” you say while patting down your face with some foundation and concealer. “i never would've worn red if you hadn’t crashed my apartment at 9 in the morning.”’

the white haired man let out a laugh. his deft fingers took a handful of your hair and started braiding it; emily doing the same on the other side. you lightly shook your head with a smile, emily scolded you for moving too much, relishing in this domestic bliss inside your own little home in new york city.

when the two finished tying your hair up in a ponytail with two braids, you stood up and took your purse; the other three followed you out the door. you let them chat with one another as you put on a pair of shoes and study yourself in the little mirror in your doorway.

a natural makeup look with your hair up – a few baby hairs escaping making it look more casual, a red knitted sweater with the front tucked into the light beige pants that you wore. a pair of gold earrings dangled in front of you, when you turned to the side you were met with azrail’s grin. shaking your head you held out the purse for him to hold while you put on the pair of jewelry.

“alright everyone, out!” you say while ushering everyone out of your apartment. you took your purse from azrail, locked the door, and started walking to your designated meeting spot with the radio demon.

“good luck [name]! be sure to enjoy yourself!”

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“hey there! hope you weren’t waiting for too long.”

the tall man with glasses looked up from his phone and flashed you a smile.

“not at all my dear! i just got here myself.” you return his smile as the both of you made your way to the entrance. “after you.” alastor said, pushing the door open for you with his arm. you let out a chuckle and breathy thank you as your eyes soaked in the cozy cafe.

“quite the hidden gem this place is, if i do say so myself.” he boasted tugging at his coat’s collar. “how about we take a seat first before we chat?” you nod in agreement and scanned the cafe for any vacant seats. your eyes brightened when the waiter in one of the corners left after cleaning a table for two.

you tug at alastor’s sleeve and gestured to the free seats. he grinned down at you – yes, down, this man was stupidly tall – and started walking towards the table.

“this cafe is famous for their very adventurous drinks.” he said while you sat down. “i’m not a fan of sweet drinks myself, but their lattes are quite the treat after a hard day at work!”

you mutter a small thank you at the waiter that gave you two the menu. you hum in consideration, thinking of taking up alastor’s offer at something sweet.

“a tempting offer,” you say. “but i think i’ll just get a simple hot brew. i’m not feeling quite adventurous today.”

“shame.” alastor hummed. “it seems like i’ll have to take you here when you’re feeling adventurous!”

letting out a breathy chuckle, you set the menu down and stared at the man in front of you. he cleaned up nice, you thought. alastor wore a simple white shirt layered with a burgundy sweater, dark brown slack, and a dark coat that matched his eyes. you can’t help but wonder if emily and azrail purposely make you wear red so you and alastor could match.

“do you come here often?” you start. the man across from you set down his own menu, meeting your gaze as he replied, “of course! i saw dear charlie and vaggie often coming here so i decided to see what it was all about.”

“so you crashed their date site?” you say with a playful smile.

he let out a dramatic sigh, “how it pains me that you think of me that way! just so you know, my dear, i would never dream of crashing their little dates. i simply wanted a cup of coffee and this little cafe just happen to serve my new favorite.”

“oh? i didn’t think you were a coffee person.”

“did you perhaps assume i was a tea person?”

you only nod, fighting the urge to let out a laugh as alastor’s face twisted into a grimace.

he sighs, “a common misconception about me i must say. i still don’t understand how some people drink…” he pauses for a moment, thinking of a way to describe tea. “leaf flavored beverages…”

“well if it makes you feel better, i’m not a fan of tea myself.” you say with a chuckle. “i only drink it as a last resort if there’s no longer any coffee at home.”

“i’m glad we can both agree on this, my dear!”

you chuckle again as a waiter comes to ask for your orders. an americano for you and black coffee for alastor.

“though i must say, i’m a bit surprised you didn’t know of this place sooner my dear.”

“it's probably because i don’t go to cafes often.” you saw alastor tilt his head slightly to the side so you continued. “i make coffee at home with the others.”

“home brewed coffee, that certainly explains it.” he said while putting his chin in between his thumb and index finger and then he grins. “well, i have a feeling that after today you’ll be coming here more often!” he proclaimed.

“we’ll have to see.” you quip back.

you didn’t have to wait long for your drinks to arrive. alastor watched as you picked up your cup and put it to your lips, he was waiting for your reaction.

“well,” putting your cup down, you smile at alastor. “it tastes like coffee.”

his smile twitched and you let out a breathy laugh.

“i like it, don’t worry.” you assure him. “americanos all taste the same so i’ll just tell you my thoughts when i order the latte you were talking about.”

“well you caught me there, i admit.” he said while taking a sip of his own coffee. “i myself don’t come here for the coffee – though i do enjoy it – it's mostly because of the atmosphere.”

“that i can see.” picking up your glass again and cradle it in your hands, letting the warmth of your drink seep into your hands. “you look relaxed. at home, dare i say.” alastor looked a bit shocked at what you said. his smile loosening up a bit but you didn’t comment on it.

comfortable silence rolled into your table, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. the two of you simply basked in the presence of one another and relished in the peaceful moment.

“i saw your performance the other day.” he suddenly said. your senses spiked, hands starting to sweat and muscles began to tense. “did you now.” you said, trying to act as casual as possible. your mind running a thousand miles a second trying to digest your own performances these last two weeks.

was your acting not good enough? did he see a loophole in acting? maybe you should’ve been more angry in the last episode. what if he–

“amazing work if i do say so myself!” he complimented.

the weight on your shoulders started to dissolve as your heart finally started to calm down.

“thank you.” was all you could say with a smile.

the bad habit of thinking of the worst had gotten to you again, but who wouldn’t think that when a famous and very talented actor was sitting across from you!

you had to admit, you felt rather small and scared if alastor were to scrutinize your own work.

“say,” you snapped out of your thoughts when he spoke. “would you like to go on a walk with me?”

and go out for a walk the two of you did. the leaves of trees were bleeding into orange and red hues. some of them falling to the ground, making piles and piles of little heaps for children and teenagers alike to jump on. the streets were busy, packed with people dressed in scarves and coats, and some of the shops had already started to bring out the christmas decorations.

the two of you glided from one conversation to another, like two leaves swaying with the wind. each taking turns into sharing your own experiences and getting more comfortable with one another. you spoke of your fondness for autumn, how you’re hometown didn’t have the four seasons so you savored the fall and the snow; while he spoke of all the cafes he’s been to, pointing out the ones that were his personal favorites and the others he wouldn’t recommend going to.

you spoke of books, literature, and arts, and alastor soaked it all in like a sponge. “well color me surprised! i never expected you to be a fan of arts.” he had said, making you laugh. “who wouldn’t enjoy a good book and a museum trip every once in a while.” you replied.

and then the two of you stopped by a nearby park bench, overlooking a lake with floating orange and red leaves. the cold swept away your hair, internally thanking azrail and emily for putting your hair up, as you soaked in the scenery.

“so, tell me, my dear, what made you pursue an acting career?” he had asked. you were around 90% sure your little conversations were done, but you guessed wrong.

“from the very beginning, when i was a simple, scrawny little lad, i had been drawn to the magic of the theaters. the beautiful stage that bursted with life with every line the actors delivered. what a performance!” alastor remarked. “so, what about you my dear? what winds from your hometown lead you here, in new york, to pursue acting?”

“being an actor wasn’t my first option for a career. i wanted to be a lawyer, actually.”

“well would you look at that! even as an actor, you still get to be a lawyer with your current role.” he laughed with a big smile on his face. it truly was hard trying to keep a straight face with him around.

“i know right!” you chuckle. “but like you, from a very young age, i’ve been enchanted by the stories in the books my mother and father would give me. it became a very big part of my life growing up. my own little escape to different worlds. acting and living out thousands of different lives in my head.”

“acting and living out a thousand lives…” alastor looked at you straight in the eyes. “how very poetic of you, my dear. it suits you.”

he tilted his head up, chin once again in between his thumb and index finger. in this position, he showed off his sharp jawline and flawless side profile, you can’t help but think that he was showing off.

“theaters and stories are closely intertwined, no? like a dance of emotions on the stage and in pages. the bridge between story and audience.”

you smile when he turned his head to grin at you.

“i’m not a very good dancer myself, i think i might have two left feet!” you jest.

“i’d beg to differ.” he said. “i think you’re quite the dancer my dear! you play an aloof character with a mysterious past; someone who abides by the rules but obviously questions them. dancing around the line of rebellion and being duty bound. no dancer could ever expect to dance the way you do on that stage.”

you were left speechless. toeing around the lines of sincerity and acting, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going through alastor’s mind, so you simply looked down at your second cup of coffee and raised it to the air.

“to the dance between theater and stories.”

alastor smiled, raised his own cup and clinked it with his own.

“to the dance we dance together on the stage.”

you bid alastor farewell when you reached your dressing room. after receiving an urgent message from emily and sera, you had to cut your date short, but not without a promise for another.

pushing the door open, you were met with emily running around the room, dragging everyone by the arm and sitting them down at the tiny sofa in the middle. a plastic cup was handed to you by a pale hand, her light violet eyes giving you a sense of comfort. bringing up the cup to your nose and taking a precautionary sniff, your eyes widen when you realize what it is.

“soju?”

“we wanted whiskey, but we had to make do with what we already have.” azrail said. “come on, everyone’s dying to know who the nominees are.” you return his excited grin and follow him to sit down with everyone else. turning back to lilith, she shook her head and stayed where she was so you muttered a soft thank you before sitting down.

the tension and excitement filled the room to the brim as sera stood at the front. her hands holding on to a pristine white envelope with a golden seal. the room slowly fell silent as sera cleared her throat.

“good evening everyone. it is my pleasure to announce the moment you’ve all been waiting for. but first.” everyone groaned and adam stood up from his seat. “hurry it up manager!” everyone laughed as lute tugged the man down and shushed him. “as i was saying, i am very proud of each and everyone of you. your hard work and dedication truly has been recognized, and this envelope here is the proof of it.”

“and the nominees for the best actor and actress awards from hazbin hotel are…” everyone waited with bated breath as sera’s eyes glazed over everyone that’s been on the edge of their seat.

“azrail!” the man let out a loud scream and pumped his fist in the air. “emily!” the girl’s eyes shone and hugged the nearest person — lute. “pensious!” the snake man let out a laugh, both his hands secured on his hips before pointing a finger at adam who only looked away. “lilith!” you clapped your hands as azrail whistled, the older woman only smiled and nodded. “and last but not least, [name]!”

“congratulations to you all! no words could ever explain how proud i am, so tonight,” sera raised her cup, her eyes scanning everyone in the room with a smile. “we celebrate to our hearts content!”

everyone cheered and hugged. you were dragged to azrail’s side who slowly crushed you in a side hug. adam got up on the couch, his cup raised up his in the room as everyone followed.

“to being the best fucking actors and actresses the world has ever seen!”

“cheers!”

today will be marked as one of the most enjoyable days of your life.

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luveline · 2 years

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any more baby blurbs about living with stevie ? reading ur works is my fave way to destress from a crap day at work 💕💕

love u anon

"You're quiet," Steve says lightly as you both cross the threshold.

You know it for what it is, a careful prodding. He's worried you're upset. You quickly sweep his anxiety aside by giving him your biggest smile.

"I'm thinking," you say as you close the front door.

"About what?"

"About laundry, mostly. I should probably change the bed sheets tonight so I can put them in with the white load."

Steve beats your hands to your coat zipper and pulls it down, helping you out of your outerwear with a pensive look. "I'll change the bed."

"It's okay, I-"

"No, I'll do it."

He hangs your coats up on the stand and pushes his arms over your shoulders, his chin hooking over the top of your head. You have no clue why he's hugging you but you'd never complain, wrapping your arms around his waist happily.

"What will I do, then? If you're gonna change the bed?" you ask.

"You can sit there and watch me. I'm quite the eye candy, you know," he murmurs into your hair. You feel the curve of his back under your hands, palms shushing over his warm t-shirt.

"I can do it," you say decidedly.

Steve squeezes your shoulders and holds you at arms length, grinning. "I just said I'd do it." Then, at your pouting, "You're so tired lately. I don't want you to get worn out at work and at home. Yeah? I'll change the bed."

"I'll do the dishes."

"No, you won't."

"Please?"

Steve bursts into peels of laughter, ripped from him like you've startled him. "No! I'm gonna do all the house chores tonight, and that's that."

You rub your nose into his chest and sigh. He smells clean and nice, your shared detergent. You suspect his hair would smell of your shampoo if you could bring it to your nose. You can't, sandwiched by steadfast arms to his chest. You're still standing in the doorway with your shoes on.

"I am really tired," you say.

"I know." He rubs your back. "And changing the bed is exhausting. I'll do it, for real. I don't want you to get sick."

"Okay," you finally give in. You hadn't been looking forward to it.

"Okay," he repeats. You can feel his triumphant smile as he kisses your temple twice in the same spot.

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ughkat · 7 months

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focus on me | l.r.h

part two

part one here

tutor!luke x fem!reader

very mild smut, fluff, tutor x college student

wordcount : 1356

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9:45 am

I jolted awake at the sudden realization that my sleep had been a little too leisurely. Rubbing my eyes, I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. My eyes widened at my tardiness.

I had to be across campus in my music class by 10, giving me only fifteen minutes to get ready and to journey my way to the music building, which was already a 10 minute walk. I hurried out of my bed and to the desk beside me, swiftly running a brush through my tangled hair. Completely ignoring my face routine, I grabbed the first hoodie I could find, and swapped my sweats for a pair of already worn black leggings.

I grabbed my bag which was hanging by the door, slipping on my shoes on my way out.

Out of breath, I hurried down winding flights of stairs, reaching for my phone to check the time. 9:51.

I walked at a face pace through crowds of students and administrators, switching between a light jog and a swift walk. I repeatedly checked my phone for the time to find that the minutes passed faster than usual today.

I arrived at the door to my music class at 10:00 on the dot, swinging the door open. The loud snap of the doors hinges caused the class to turn their attention towards me, leaving my face red. I put my head down and briskly took my seat in the back of the class. My professor quickly glanced at me with a straight face before taking a seat on a stool at the front of the classroom.

"Good morning, everyone." He began lightly, "Today's going to be a little different, a guest will be joining us for class today. I let out a sigh and sunk deeper into my chair, hopelessly wishing that my professor forgot about the tutor overnight.

"A former student of mine, Luke, will be coming in to introduce himself. He's going to be open for guitar tutoring to any of you who would like some extra help in my class." The students mumbled amongst themselves about the new tutor, as if they new something that I didn't. Is this tutor going to be the same Luke that Leah was talking about?

For the next fifteen minutes, my professor continued to ramble about respecting the new member of our class, how this tutor would benefit, and other meaningless words that I payed no mind to. His rambling was soon cut short by the sound of door. The class turned swiftly in their seats, me following. My face contorted and my eyebrow raised at the sight before me.

An absurdly tall, blond man made his way into the classroom, showing a warm smile. His hair laid in messy blond curls atop his head, his bright baby blue eyes hypnotized my classmates. He dressed properly in a flowing white button up and slacks, leaving the too few buttons of his blouse undone. He was almost prince charming like. This cannot be the tutor. Yet I couldn't shake the feeling that I've seen him before.

I watched in disbelief as the tall boy made his way past my seat and to the front of the room as the memory of the large boy who bumped into me yesterday flashed in my head. It was him.

He pulled a stool up next to my professor and took his seat, leaning his elbows on his thighs.

"Class, this is Luke." My professor greeted with a smile, gesturing to the boy next to him. Luke flashed a smile with a small wave before speaking.

"Hi, everyone." He began. His voice was one I wasn't expecting. His tone was much deeper, and had a hint of an accent I couldn't quite decipher. "I'm Luke, I graduated here in 2017. I basically lived in this classroom." He spoke with a chuckle. I looked around the room to gather the reactions to Luke from my class. The girls bit their cheeks and nails, staring longingly. The boys watching in admiration.

"I've always been in love with guitar, and I just wanted to share my love for it with other people." He explained. I watched the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and the way his hair bounced when he laughed. He was undeniably beautiful.

My professor and Luke shared stories of his past classes together to class, while the class talked to Luke and amongst themselves and I watched Luke closely, studying his every move. I have to be alone with him? He has to teach me guitar? I was too lost in thought to hear my name being called several times.

"Y/n?" My professor called once more. I flinched from my trance, connecting eyes with Luke before my professor.

"Sorry, yeah?" I shook my head.

"Are you going to be able to stay during your lunch hour for tutoring?" He spoke calmly. I glanced back at Luke who was looking back at me with a tilted head, his hands connected in his lap.

"Uhm." I muttered, "Yeah, I'll be here." I spoke shakily.

"Great. Luke's a great mentor, he won't let you down." He spoke with a wink and a smile. I let out a fake laugh and forced a smile, putting my head down on my desk.

My class period went by agonizingly fast, leaving me dreading my upcoming lunch hour. I had to spend sixty minutes with this intimidatingly handsome stranger. I prayed hopelessly that I wasn't the only one in need of tutoring that day.

I stayed put in my seat watching class members leave one by one, watching myself become increasingly more alone by the minute. I came to realize that I would be the only one in need of help today. My professor wished me a good session before exiting the room.

Luke gave me a glance before standing up from his seat and making his way towards my chair. My eyes wandered the floor aimlessly as my heart rate began to incline.

"Y/n, right?" He spoke softly , dragging a chair nearby to sit beside me. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting momentarily.

"Yes." I piped anxiously.

"You seem nervous. You don't have to be nervous." He reassured me generously. "I know playing an instrument in front of people, especially alone, can be a little overwhelming." He ran a hand through his blond locks as he spoke.

"Yeah. I'm not too fond of guitar, let alone performing it." I giggled quietly, my eyes glued to my hands in my lap. Luke let out a chuckle following with a nod.

"I understand. How about this. We'll just talk today. Yeah? I wouldn't want to be told what to do by a stranger either, especially about a subject I don't even like." He smiled softly. I looked back to him reciprocating the smile.

"We can just chill. Talk about why you chose guitar, what else you'd like to do besides guitar... Sound good?" He chirped. I nodded.

"I'd like that a lot." I sighed. Luke adjusted in his seat, leaning back.

"You weren't very keen on the idea of a tutor, were you?" He tilted his head. Trying my best to spare his feelings, I hesitantly responded.

"Well... No. But, you turned out to be a lot cooler than I thought. You're not some old dude who's passion is 80's rock." I giggled. Luke chuckled and shook his head.

"Definitely not some old dude." He exaggerated with a laugh, "But definitely passionate about 80's rock." He joked with a serious tone. He leaned down to adjust the cuff on his slacks, causing me to catch a whiff of his strong cologne. He smelled heavily of a desirable musk and hypnotizing scents I couldn't name.

"Y/n, I think you're gonna do just fine. I'm confident that I'll get you enjoying that guitar in no time." He softly reassured with a smile, patting me on my knee. I swallowed a lump in my throat at the feeling of his large hand upon my leg.

"I hope so."

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ellatoone7 · 1 year

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Competitive much (Ella Toone x Alessia Russo x Reader)

Your two girlfriends were competitive, obviously because they were pro footballer but it didn��t stop on the pitch.

They rivalled each other in everything from getting your attention to how they performed in bed always bragging about your latest orgasm or how loud you had been or who could make you cum the most.

You’ve learned to tune them out over the years, though you do find it entertaining and it was amazing sex all the time so who were you to complain.

You wouldn’t think it but they are both very romantic people, they like to take you out anytime they can. Well Ella takes you both out because she can’t cook for her life but Alessia is a pretty good chef so she wouldn’t take you and Ella out for dinner as often.

They always competed over who’s jersey you’d wear in a series of little competitions that you would set up for them. The most recent game was best of three in Mario Kart, you had worn Alessia’s jersey the past three matches and you knew Ella was determined to win.

Alessia had won the first race and Ella was absolutely seething, it doesn’t help that Alessia rubs it into her girlfriends face. You felt bad for Ella so you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind before gently kissing her cheek, “Good luck, El.”

She nodded gently before composing herself eventually beating Alessia in both races, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Ella as excited as she’d been that day.

You blonde girlfriend pouted up at you before pulling you into her lap, “I let her win.” You giggled cutely before cuddling into her, “Sure you did, Less.”

…

Ella had bragged the whole way to the match and even after, she had scored a hat-trick though so you and Alessia couldn’t even be annoyed at her.

Whoever scored in a game meant they had dibs on the date, this caused many arguments.

Ella was ecstatic, practically bouncing in her seat and barrelling through the door telling you to get ready before kissing you silly. Alessia grumbled as she went to shower leaving a soft kiss on your cheek as she passed to show she wasn’t really mad.

“El! Is it casual or fancy!” You shouted up the stairs praying she wasn’t in the shower yet, “Casual, babe!” You loved Ella’s dates, she always knew the perfect places.

So as you threw on a pair of ripped jeans, a jumper and the new shoes Leah had just gotten you, Ella was getting ready in the other room and you didn’t want her to see you yet but you needed help putting this necklace on.

You knocked gently on Alessia’s door before walking in seeing her dressed in a pair of sweats and a Jersey with your last name on the back of it that your two girlfriends bought for themselves.

“Less, is this too causal, do you know what Ella has planned?” Alessia seemed to freeze when she saw you, gently taking you in as she held her hand out to the pull you closer.

“Oh, please! You know you could wear a bin bag and that girl would drop to her knees for you.” You scoff playfully pushing her, “Oh, yeah. What about you, then?”

Alessia shrugged before blushing lightly as she gently tickled your sides making you squirm, “Darling, you look perfect.”

“Even in a bin bag?” Alessia chuckles pulling you even closer, “Even in a bin bag.” Wrapping your arms around her neck before pulling her down into a slow kiss.

“Hey! Why aren’t you ready?” You frowned at Alessia as she wraps the towel around her neck, “Can’t go tonight, baby. Study.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t give me those eyes.” Alessia looks away knowing that if you gave her that look one more time she would cave and her grades just can’t afford that.

“Does El know?” Alessia nods, “Told her when we were leaving the stadium.” You softly smack her shoulder, “You’re so annoying.” Alessia chuckles and kisses your temple softly.

“Will you help me with my necklace.”

With a quick nod she spins you slowly before tucking your hair to one side, placing a kiss to the nape of your neck she slowly puts the necklace on.

“How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?” It’s barely a whisper but you hear it as your breath hitched at how sincere she said it.

Pulling her back into a kiss as she trails her hands up your jumper, gasping into her mouth at the coolness of her hands.

Gently placing your hand on her chest you push her away, “I’ve gotta go.” Alessia nods with a smile gently pecking your cheek, “Have a good time, I love you.”

“Thank you for your help.” She throws you a quick wink before letting you go with a final kiss to your knuckles.

You can hear shuffling downstairs and quiet curses. “El!” There was another crash before a quiet hiss, “Down here, babe!”

With one last glance in the mirror you make your way downstairs before seeing what your girlfriend was up to.

She was digging through the compartment underneath the stairs, looking past her you can see cupboards and drawers open. “What did you lose now?” You sigh as Ella sheepishly rubs the back of her neck.

“The keys.” Mentally face palming at the antics of your cute girlfriend you turn around a grab the keys of the key rack.

“El, we literally have a key rack!” Ella just shrugs before grabbing the keys and running up stairs to say bye to Alessia before she races out the door.

“Come on then, slowpoke!” You smile at her before shaking your head and racing out to her, you jump on her back and she catches you with ease walking to the car.

“Where we off to?” Ella goes to answer but stops short when she takes you in, her eyes trail over you as she reaches out to push you against the car softly.

Ella kisses you silly against the car for a few minute and suddenly all your senses are full of her. “I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.” You giggle into her neck as she hugs you tightly, after a few more minutes she finally steps back giving you one more kiss which leads to 5 more.

When your finally in the car Ella already has Islands in the stream playing, “This again?” Ella gives you an offended look, “Excuse me, this is a classic!” You playfully roll your eyes before pulling the mirror down to make sure you look okay.

Ella places her hand over the console for you to grab which you do so eagerly, brining it up to her lips she kisses your hand a few times before going back to singing off key.

When you pull up to where your going you recognise it straight away, “Ella! Oh my god!” She bit her lip in anticipation, she didn’t want this to be too boring for you.

It was the bowling alley where you first met, you remember it so well, Ella had spotted you first and was entranced by you while Alessia was oblivious to what her friend was staring at.

Until she saw you and knew, it was awkward when they both realised they liked you, Leah had invited you out because she hadn’t seen you in ages and that’s how you met.

You giggle remembering how Ella had fallen flat on her face when she slipped on one of the lanes. Although you were glad you were here with Ella apart of you wished it was the three of you here to relive those memories.

You were brought back to the moment as Ella opened the car door for you, “Very chivalrous of you, El!”

“When have I not been chivalrous?” You gave her a knowing glance already thinking of about 100 times but she just nods rolling her eyes.

Taking her hand you pull her into the neon lit place, stopping in your tracks when you see your other half standing at one of the lanes.

You whip your head around to face Ella to be met with her soft smile, “El! What?” She chuckles quietly before kissing you cheek, “Come on, you didn’t think I’d take you here without her did you?” You stare at her in awe before pulling her into a hug kissing her temple before claiming her lips, “I fucking love you so much, you know that?” She nods gently before kissing you again while pushing you in the direction of Alessia.

Alessia doesn’t even have time to react as you fling yourself at her, “You sneaky, bitch!” Alessia laughs as you try to get her into a headlock, “Oi, language!” She overpowered you easily and trapped you in her arms, you huff before leaning up to kiss her, “I’m so glad your here.”

“It was all Tooneys idea.” You look over to where she’s buying snacks and your face hurts from how big your smiling, “I love her so much.” Alessia chuckles quietly before kissing your cheek, “I know the feeling.”

“I’m gonna kick you asses though!” Alessia nods mockingly, “Cause your dead good right!” You punch her shoulder gently scoffing, “I’m better than Ella!” Alessia gives you a pointed look, “A two year olds better than El.”

“Oi, you wanker!” Alessia shrugs as she grabs the food out of Ella’s hands, “I’m gonna fucking destroy you, Less.” You giggle pecking Ella’s cheek before getting into game mode.

Alessia won the game while you and Ella bicker over who came second, you were dead set on the fact Alessia cheated as she interfered with you while you were trying to concentrate.

“I’m fuming!” You snorted at your girlfriends pout while she slumped on the couch, you quickly sit on her lap glaring up at Alessia, “It’s fine, El! Less cheated anyway.” You accused your girlfriend while she swatted you finger away.

“Oh please, you’re both just jealous that I’m better than you!” You mock her under your breath but she hears and lifts you up easily.

“Unfair, you’re a footballer!”

“So’s El!”

“I should’ve never gotten involved with football players, specially United players!” Alessia playfully scoffs rolling her eyes before kissing your cheek repeatedly.

“You love us.” Ella states from her seat as she messes around with a bowling ball, “Meh.”

Ella stands placing the bowling ball down, Alessia sets you down as well and your invaded by both your girlfriends, you place either hand on the back of their necks before hugging them tightly.

“I do.” Ella pulls back to give you a confused glance but you kiss her gently before doing the same to Alessia, “I do love you, both of you. So so much.”

You spend the rest of your night at that place doing different activities before heading home, that same smile plastered across your face the whole night.

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mins-fins · 4 days

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EPISODE 9 : ❛ baby can we fix it? ❜

"Yn I swear to fucking god if you ask about Mark one more time I'm literally going to strangle you".

"I was just going to ask about how long until we go up.."

"Are you lying?"

"..Yeah".

You let out a small sigh of defeat at the looks Ten and Yangyang send you, and the keyboardist simply pokes your shoulder, much to your own dismay. You perform in ten minutes and you haven't seen Mark anywhere, not that you were looking for him or anything, you were just scouring the area and caught no sight of him, which sort of worried you but it's not like that!

You're totally over your ex! You're not exhibiting any not-over-him-behavior at all!

"Don't look at me like that!" Your quick shout, earning a snicker from the eldest as Yangyang just glances between the two of you. You cross your arms, stubborn. "I just.. I don't know I'm nervous I guess because he's going to be watching the set".

"He watched last time" Dejun startles you by coming out of nowhere. You give him just the slightest scowl, one he responds to with that smug grin of his.

"Well I didn't see him last time and besides, I'm also kinda nervous cause I'm singing this time and the last time I sang was a long time ago suspiciously right before we broke up and now—"

"Yn" Dejun cuts in, annoyed, he rolls his eyes. "You're going to be fine, seriously, people have been begging for your singing return since like.. forever".

"And Mark loves when you sing!" Jaemin lightly shoves your shoulder, then reaches down for your hand, lacing your fingers together. "The song is also amazing, you'll be fine! Now come dance with me!"

Before you can respond to that, Jaemin tightens his grip around your hand and pulls you into one of his backstage dance processes. "Just don't pull my arm off please" You earn a giggle from the Na as he spins you around, giving you something that's a mix of a nod and shake of the head.

"We go up in five!"

"I hear you!" You yell back, exchanging a small smile with Ten as you continue to entertain yourself by dancing with Jaemin.

Mark can't exactly focus on the chatter of his bandmates as he's distracted.

Focused looking for you, that is. You sang today, literally, you sang, Mark feels like the people above heard his prayers or something. It was hard to not look away from you, even though he was supposed to be tuning his guitar, he couldn't help but focus on you.

Even throughout his performance he couldn't help but think about you. Did you watch it? What did you think of it? Did you even care about Mark? He feels he has to talk to you or he's gonna die or something.

Mark spends a few minutes scanning the area looking for you, but he has no luck, resulting in a frown appearing on his face. He lets out a silent sigh of disappointment, one that his bandmates hear, because Donghyuck's head shoots up.

"What are you upset about?"

Mark lets a small laugh leave his lips. "Nothing, I'm just.." He pauses in between his words. Now he could lie and just say that the adrenaline rush has worn off and he's feeling tired, but he may as well say it like it is this point. "Looking for Yn, I don't see him anywhere".

Donghyuck allows for his eyes to widen comically at the words, Mark actually admitted it for once? He must be dreaming. "Your serious?"

Mark is way too busy trying to find you to register Donghyuck's tone of disbelief. "Yeah.. I can't find him".

Donghyuck laughs at his sheer dedication, but Mark isn't thinking about that right now, he's thinking about you. He pauses as he hears you say something, easily able to pinpoint your voice even with the loud music playing.

"Oh my god am I stepping on your shoes?" Mark hears you giggle, apparently amused by what the person you're talking to said. "Sorry! Seriously Yang! No no no don't step on my shoes—"

Mark finally spots you after forever, letting out small shrieks as you try to stop Yangyang from stepping on your shoes. Your fingers are intertwined, a fact that would Mark jealous if he didn't pick up on how happy you look, the smile on your face so bright it's practically lighting up the room.

Your over the moon as you continue your stupid pair dance with Yangyang, trying to avoid his feet as giggles escape your lips. Oh Mark loves your laugh, it reminds him of other times, the times when the two of you used to dance in your living room, Mark almost wants to die right then and there, he probably looks so pathetic, watching his ex boyfriend dance with his friend like some sort of hawk.

His thought process is interrupted when Yangyang suddenly seems to spot him, before Mark is even deciding on if he wants to go over to you or not. He looks to you, then back to Mark, who takes a step forward. Yangyang spins you around again, but instead of pulling you back closer to him this time, he lets go of you, giving you a slight push, making you stumble and land right in front of Mark.

You almost bump into him, but you balance yourself, instead ending up standing right in front of Mark, all Yangyang does is shoot Mark a small smile, immediately turning around and beginning to converse with Ten, allowing for the situation to unravel itself.

"Hi".

"Hi" Mark is quick to greet back, he pushes down any of his nerves because it's just you, it's just you. "Miss me?"

You want to collapse when he asks that, oh he gets to you without even realizing it. Curse you Mark Lee, you muse in your head, but you chuckle lightly. "Not really" You lie, resisting the urge to laugh at the expression you get from him.

Mark pouts. "Not even a little bit?"

You roll your eyes at the display, but you don't want the conversation to stop. "Maybe just.. the tiniest bit" You raise your index finger and thumb, pressing them a ways distance from another.

That's a lie.

But if Mark notices it (which he does) he doesn't say anything, shoving his hands into his sweater pockets as he studies you. "You sang" He's quick to remark, a remark that gets a laugh out of you.

"Yeah it was a last minute decision I just—" You pause, trying to correctly collect your words. "I don't know, I thought I'd give Dejun a break".

"Ah" Mark hums, and you want to punch him for being so attractive. "It was a good decision, I like your singing voice".

You raise an eyebrow. "Like?"

Mark instantly gets what you mean by that, because you seem to always know what he's thinking without him having to say anything. "I love your singing voice".

You feign a gasp of surprise and place a hand on your chest. "Aww, really?"

"I'll take it back right now".

"You wouldn't".

"Wanna bet?"

You narrow your eyes at the inquiry, though you'd love to take it as a challenge, you fear you'll collapse from the way Mark is staring at you. "I'd win, easily".

"You're so confident".

You hum in agreement, a prideful smile taking its place on your face as you watch Mark snicker and look the other way. "So what are we?"

"Hm?"

"Are we friends?"

Do you want to be? You bite your tongue, not asking that, you're afraid it's a little too desperate to ask in front of Mark. Your eyes dart around every corner of the room before you finally look back at Mark, a small chuckle leaving your lips. "No, were sworn enemies, Mark".

"Ouch, that hurts Yn" Mark places a hand on his chest as if he'd just been shot there, and you can only roll your ghosts.

"Oh poor you, want me to kiss your wound better?" You honestly have no idea where that came from, you genuinely just wanted to respond with some snappy words, but that is what decided to escape your lips instead.

"I'd love for you to".

You scoff lightly, he's unbelievable. "In your dreams maybe, have a good night Mark".

Mark laughs again, smiling as he sees you try to resist the urge to smile yourself. "Have a good night, Yn".

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