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can you write something like hobie ‘using’ reader (consensually ofc) and degrading her? no pressure if it’s too much :) thank youuu 🩷
cold rings | hobie brown x fem!reader
pairing: hobie brown x fem!reader
summary: porn without a plot
warnings: degradation, objefixation (mentions of being used), rough sex, little praising, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it kids), oral fem receiving, oral male receiving, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, hair pulling, teasing
author's note: First thing, I'd love to thank @hanasnx for correcting me and apologise for not crediting him first. I took a big inspiration from Indy's oneshot Moth To A Flame (Hobie Brown), and I definitely recommend you check out his blog out. I adore their writing <333
I solemnly believe Hobie is a sweetheart and a sub and loves to watch you do anything to him, but since he's a punk, there's a high chance he's into BDSM. Also, he was finally confirmed to be 20, so we're the same age woohoouu. Enjoy my try for a readable smut <333
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You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, shivering slightly as the chilly weather crept into your room, but the warm sunset light falling into your window provided some solace. You wrapped yourself tighter in the blankets, leaning your body towards the tall figure sitting next to you.
The spikes on his bracelet met your skin, cold to the touch as he wrapped his arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You could feel his chin on the top of your head, pulling you closer to him, relaxing in his arms. He was warm, and the cold quickly left your body. You smiled, closing your eyes right before his hand slipped down your body to play with the hem of your tank top, twisting it between his fingers.
You couldn't bother to wear anything else than lavender-colored panties and a black tank top that didn't reach further than your ribs. You couldn't judge Hobie after he made fun of you for being cold. It was purely just your fault.
"Didn't Jess want us to be at the HQ by dusk?" You mumbled into Hobie's shoulder, carefully scanning his long fingers, now outlining the fabric of your panties, tickling your lower stomach.
"Prolly," he responded, you could hear him smiling while answering you. You knew Hobie for too long to know he doesn't do anything he's told to do. Unless it's you. Any words that come from your mouth, he is determined to fulfill. "Rather be with you, tho." Kissing the top of your head, his hand moved back up to sweep the hair strands falling into your eyes.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, lifting yourself on your arms to take a proper look at your companion. His legs manspreading on your bed like he owns the place, his right arm still laid out on the headboard, and a smirk on his lips. You had to hold back a smile, biting your cheek, and looking into his big brown eyes.
"Miguel will beat your ass," you uttered, sitting straight, your knees bent under you and touching his. "And mine." You added not amused by the boredom in his expression. You shared his annoyance towards the Spider Society, but you didn't want to get your ass beaten by a big-ass leader whose claws could tear anyone apart. You already tested his patience last time, and you weren't in the mood for another discussion of how useless you are.
"Babe, don't worry about it," He saw your smiley expression turn into a face of concern and decided to comfort you. He threw himself away from the board leaning towards you, grabbing your hands in his and caressing your palm with his thumb. "S'gon be okay and also, when did a little trouble scare you?" he tilted his head, awaiting your reaction.
"Never," you shook your head, adding a dramatic tone to your voice. You leaned to give Hobie a quick kiss on his lips before jumping out of the bed and walking around the room to find your suit. "But I don't wanna be sent home just because I didn't meet his stupid deadlines, Hobes." You spoke, bending down to open a box with your suit in it. Wrinkled and dirty from the last mission, you totally forgot to clean it. But this time, it was Hobie's fault after he dragged you into his place after you finished your mission to release some steam. He was partly the reason why your suit was torn up in certain places.
Hobie leaned back again against the headboard, arms behind his head as he enjoyed the view of you bending down, your panties barely covering your ass.
"I'll make you your own watch," he uttered, not taking his eyes off you as you turned around to face him, throwing your suit on the bed. "Let him kick you out, and we can visit each other any day." A smile played across his lips as he crawled to you, towering over you, and pulling you closer to him by holding your waist. You could feel his breath because of how close he was and his cold rings touching your lower back. You couldn't smile at his idea, lips forming into a light smile. You wanted to protest and say you can't afford it, but he shut you up by leaning into you, his lips meeting your ear. "I'd finally have proper time to take care of you," he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding down to grab your ass. Chills traveled down your spine as you heard his voice and the cold jewelry on his hands meeting your ass.
You couldn't help but moan at his action and be rewarded by Hobie's cocky smile and his hands traveling under your panties to hold your bare ass properly. As many times as Hobie touched you, it always felt like the first time. His long, slim fingers slid down your skin, playing with the hem of your clothes, playing with your hair, or fingering you while lying beneath him. You always ended up begging for more, and he devoured every sound you made.
Words began to form on your tongue but quickly again disappeared when Hobie attacked your neck and started leaving light kisses on your skin. You leaned into his touch, mind blank, forgetting about the suit ready on your bed, and Jess probably waiting for the both of you to show up. Now, all your thoughts were full of Hobie's lips, already on your collarbones, and his fingers still holding your ass.
"Hobie," a moan left your lips as he moved his hand up to pull away the straps of your tank top down your shoulders. He stopped all his movements, looking up at you with concern in his eyes. You bent down to give him a proper kiss, pushing him back against the mattress, your weight falling on his. Both of you let out a surprised gasp, his hands grabbing you more tightly than before.
"I'll stay," you whispered against his lips, lifting yourself to sit on your knees on his lap while he laid beneath you. You could see the sudden change in his face, a smile glowing on his lips. "But," He raised his eyebrows, confused and waiting for what you were about to say. His hands moved back to hold your ass, your already wet core so close to his reach.
"Remember last time? At the dorm?" you asked, hoping he'd remembered. But you doubted he would forget you beginning as he pounded into you against the wall and called you names, you'd be too ashamed to admit you like being called.
As expected, he tilted his head, scanning your face to find out if you were joking. When he decided you were not, he nodded his head. "Could never forget that," he joked, gripping your ass harder and pushing you against his growing crotch, gasp leaving your mouth.
You bent down, hands on his chest as you whispered against his full lips, your teeth gently tugging on his cold piercing. "I want you to do it again. Use me like you did back then." You closed your eyes as you felt his lips move against yours, his hands moving up to hold your waist.
"You sure?" he asked gently, wanting to know you're certain about your wish. You didn't waste any second and gripped his shirt, pulling yourself closer to his body. Hoping that serves as an answer.
You felt Hobie smile against you as the kiss deepened, growing more passionate and fuller of desire. You needed to feel his touch, his tongue, his fingers, his cold rings against your skin.
"Hobes, please," you whispered as his hands slipped up your tank top, caressing the skin of your underboob, teasing you. Testing how much you can take. His other hand traveled from your waist to find your hair, pulling them down so he could have more access to your neck. You let out a moan as he kept pulling your hair, holding your head thrown back. His lips attached to your neck, leaving wet trails as he moved down slowly.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice deeper and more demanding. It made your walls clench over nothing. His hand under your tank top finally moved up, your hard nipple meeting his cold rings. You gasped, closing your eyes, digging your nails into his thighs. His thumb ran over your nipple while still assaulting your neck with painfully slow kisses.
"Touch me, please." You begged between moans before you felt Hobie's lips move away from your neck and let off your hair. His brown eyes, now darker than a few minutes before, pupils dilated, stared back into yours, a smirk playing on his face.
"Barely done anything, and you're so needy already." Tilting his head, holding back a smile. His gaze fell, where your crotch met his, thoughts playing in his head.
"Pathetic," he mumbled to himself before grabbing you by the waist and throwing you under him, your back meeting your soft mattress. Hair spread on the bedsheets; legs spread for Hobie to fit in between. Your tank top slid up, exposing half of your boobs and if Hobie looked down, he could've seen the wet spot between your legs.
"You look a fucking mess." You watched him draw his fingers alongside your tank top, moving them down to meet the lace of your panties. You waited patiently for his next move, moving your hips against his hand for some friction. But he caught your action and pulled his hands away. You rolled your eyes at the frustration, pushing away the desire to finish this by yourself. But you asked for this, and Hobie always respected your wishes. No matter how twisted they were.
"Hobie, please just," Your tone was filled with annoyance, which made Hobie laugh, admiring how needy and beautiful you were for him. Lying there, leg spread out, tits out, waiting to be fucked like a whore.
"I'm gonna do what I want," he grabbed your cheeks, eyes staring into your soul. "And you will take it." His dominant voice traveled straight to your core, wanting nothing else than to be filled by him. Nodding your head, you didn't protest and let Hobie place his fingers back on your skin, teasing you for minutes before his fingers finally landed at your inner thighs. You were now sure he saw how wet you are, dripping through the panties.
"Fuck," he let out a sigh when he saw the mess you made on your underwear. "You're so predictable." His laugh filled the room followed by a gasp when his fingers touched your clothed cunt.
"D'you like it?" He raised his eyebrows, not taking his eyes off of your cunt. You nodded to answer his question, gripping the bed sheet from the frustration you felt. If Hobie won’t pleasure in the next few minutes you swear you were going to go crazy and do it yourself. Your irritation wasn’t hard to see and Hobie decide to spare you from the torture. You could barely catch him kneeling and ripping of your panties, throwing them away to the pile of clothes from earlier days. Your wet cunt now revealed to him and exposed to the chilly air in the room.
“Fuck,” he breathed out his hands spreading your legs further from each other. You lifted your head to watch him, finding him laying between your legs and taking one of his bigger rings, holding it between his thumb and his middle finger. You were confused at first as to why he took it off until you felt him slide it down your dripping clit. The coldness of the ring sent shivers down your spine and made you tremble.
“Jesus, Hobie.” You gasped, his cold ring still touching your slit. Head falling into the pillows you let yourself relax while Hobie kept working on your cunt with his ring. You could feel his breath, his lips, and his tongue so close to your soaked clit.
Hobie liked seeing you struggle under his touch, but he couldn’t feel sad for torturing you, so he quickly pressed his lips against you, drawing a moan out of you. He could drown between your legs, thighs crushing him. As if you already weren’t a mess, he added a finger, circling your wet core to coax it to loosen. “When you’re away I daydream about this.” His deep voice sent vibrations through your cunt, making you groan his name out. He took advantage of you being distracted by his words to shove his finger inside of you, your moans spreading across the room. His tongue stopped the movements on your clit, quickly being replaced by his thumb. As much as he loved tasting you and devouring your cunt, he wanted to watch you quiver underneath him. Under his fingers. So needy to be fulfilled.
Adding another finger to stretch you out, you grab his arm to stable yourself as your eye roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by his finger pumping in and out of you. “Like it? Fucking your cunt with my fingers?” he asked, mockingly, smiling at you trembling, all because of his fingers.
“Yes, fuck.” You cried out, Hobie’s fingers speeding, curing inside of you hitting all the right stops. He was sure people outside the apartment could hear your cries, and he loved the idea of them knowing you were getting fucked and used by him. All his to take.
“So desperate,” he laughs at you, stopping his fingers but leaving them inside of you. Your head flew up, your face filled with confusion and frustration. You were so close, he could feel it, but he decided to let you cum only around his cock. He made the decisions tonight. You did as he said.
Without answering he took you by the waist and turned you around, on all fours, ass up. You tried to calm your breath and compose yourself, mad he didn’t let you cum. You felt the heat in your stomach fading away as you waited for Hobie to take you. You practically begged for him, crying for his dick to fill you up.
“Music to my ears.” He whispered into your ear, moving back behind you, admiring the view. Your ass ready to be fucked, your cunt wet, walls clenching around nothing. “All mine,” he murmured, and you could hear him playing with his belt, his pants falling to the floor.
“Yours.” You confirmed, resting your head on your hands, pleading for him to finally fuck you and use your cunt like he did many nights ago. You know he’s just toying with you, testing your patience which is about to run out. You hear his silent laugh and the next thing you know; his cock is spreading you out, deep inside of your cunt. The delicious stretch draws a moan out of you, your head covered in the pillows.
He waits for a few seconds, letting you adjust him before he starts thrusting into you, slowly starting to pick up speed. His hands on your waist, cold rings touching your skin, and his cock buried deep inside of you.
“Fuck, could do this all day.” He moans, his thrusts becoming faster and rougher. "Feels good?" he asks as he leans in to grab your hair and pull it back. "Getting fucked by me." He continues, not stopping fucking you hard, his thick cock spreading you out, tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. You couldn't even speak, as his cock kept sliding in and out of you, only focused on how good he felt inside of you.
"Like being used by me, huh." He knew you loved it. He knew how much you liked being called degradatory names, letting him spread your cunt and fuck you senseless. One of your favorite thing to do.
"Yes, Hobie," you screamed out as his cock hit your cervix hard, deeper now than ever before. His one hand still pulls your hair as his other keep your ass in place so he can pound into you like crazy. "Fucking love it when you use me like that." You let out between moans, closing your eyes,
"Fucking whore," He doesn't stop as he slides his finger under your belly to feel himself in you. The pressure of it makes your walls clench, orgasm approaching. You don't even notice his hand moves down until you feel him rubbing your sensitive clit. You were still so wet, basically dripping to the bedsheets.
"Such a good whore for taking my cock like that," he says out loud, pulling you up to press your back against his chest. His hand quickly travels up to hold your bouncing tits, playing with your nipples as he fucks into you deeper, knowing he's gonna cum soon too. "Your pussy feels so good around me." Whispering in your ear, biting into your earlobe. His cold piercing tickles your neck, making you shiver. You feel overstimulated, but it only brings you closer to your peak.
"Your fucking whore. Fuck me like your personal toy." Tears coming down from your eyes, enjoying the way Hobie fucks you like you're his personal sex toy. Like you're his possession and only he can fuck you like that.
"That's right, you're mine. Mine to take and fuck." He growls into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy, alerting you he's close to orgasm. And you are too, as your knees start to give up and your body weakens, under Hobie's restless cock spreading you out fast and hard.
"Fill me up, Hobie." As on command, he cums into you, filling you up with his seed. You follow him right after, falling back to your bed, letting the pleasure take over. Hobie doesn't hold you anymore and lets your knees give up on you. His cum dripping down from your cunt mixed with your own. Ass red, hair, messy, and nail marks on your hips. Marked as his. Mark as his to take.
You lay there for a few minutes, the body still trembling from the hard orgasm, until you feel Hobie fall next to you, cloth in his hands. He also looks tired, his cheeks red and eyes lighter now. You lift yourself to move closer to him, your lips meeting his.
"Thank you, Hobes." Smiling against his lips, you feel his hand move to your lower back.
"Ask more often, please. Feels fucking awesome." He jokes, now playing with your sweaty hair, which reminds him. "Look like shit, we need a shower."
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helping you out on the francis with the pussy propaganda; railing trans francis while he's in a cow lingerie i wanna see him squirt as the reader torture his clit im unhinged
━ pretty cow ,, that's not my neighbor
pairing(s): francis "milkman" mosses x male reader
warnings: cursing, ftm francis, subby francis, vaginal sex, lingerie, fucking with clothes on (for francis), lil praise kink (calling francis pretty <333), overstimulation, marathon sex, dacryphilia
a/n: i have exams tomorrow but spreading the francis with a pussy propaganda is more important
and because my mahal asked and also im petty af
Francis was a pretty little thing in your humble opinion. The man may look like he needs to take a nap for a week from those tired eyes of his, but the man still looks handsome. Especially in his white milkman uniform that just fit well in him. It was always hard to not immediately jump Francis when he was in those clothes before and after he came back from work. So pretty, so beautiful... how can you not want him?
What was more tempting of the image of Francis in his uniform was when the man was out of it. Soft, smooth skin that looks so pretty with his marks all over, especially on Francis' chest. Little chub on the stomach that you loved to place and hold your hand over, especially when you can feel the bump of your cock when you were inside Francis. And oh, thick thighs that Francis gained from delivering milk.
Francis was beautiful. So, so pretty... and it really took everything in your willpower not to jump the man and ravish Francis already when Francis just came back.
But you know what's more tempting? What Francis was wearing right now in front of you.
"You... beautiful," You breathlessly said as you stared slack-jawed at Francis. Awe in your eyes as you tried to soak up the sight in front of you. Francis let out a soft whine from the praise as he tried to adjust the clothes he was on. Francis was wearing a special lingerie that you had jokingly bought, but god, it hugged Francis' body so prettily. "You look so beautiful."
"It's embarrassing," Francis said, cheeks flushed as he avoided eye contact with you. "Why did you buy this?" He asked as he let out a surprised yelp when he was pulled down, landing on your lap as he put his hands on your shoulder to balance himself. Francis sent you a small glare, pouting as he got a smile from you.
"What? I think it fits you," You chuckled as you placed a hand on Francis' waist while the other toyed with the strings of the panties Francis was wearing. The lingerie was cow printed, which was amusing but also worked well from what you planned to do to Francis. "Don't you think so?" You cooed as you did think it fit the man in your lap quite well. Francis pouted more.
"It's not funny," Francis said and you just shook your head and smiled.
"I think it's perfect," You said as you brought Francis to a kiss, your hand that played with the strings of Francis' panties had roamed to touch Francis' crotch instead. The man on your lap didn't fight back at all, instead reciprocating your kiss as you squeezed Francis' waist affectionately. Francis let out a moan from the kiss when your middle and forefinger pressed in the middle of the panties, rubbing until you could feel Francis' slick make a small wet patch. "Now, can I get my milk?"
“Fuck— fuck! Fuckin— hold on, s... shit—” He gasps as Francis moans helplessly. His mouth fell open in pleasure while his whole body shook from the overwhelming feeling of his body just in deep pleasure but as well as from your hard thrust. His thighs become a frothy mess as his slick and your cum dripped from his cunt. His moans turned into screams when you started fucking him into the bed harder and harsher again, nipping at his exposed throat and leaving marks all over his skin. "W... wait!"
You harshly rolled your hips, making sure your cock hit Francis' core dead on each time you slammed yourself in. You let out deep, pleasured moans into Francis' neck as you felt Francis claw your back, nails digging to your skin and probably... absolutely, leaving marks that'll show tomorrow. But it's fine because you left your marks on Francis already and will continue to leave more. Outside and inside the Milkman when you were done with him.
"Fuck!" You hissed as you slammed yourself harshly deep inside Francis, feeling the man squeeze around your cock before it got more slippier and wetter than it was before. Francis came again and you weren't too far behind because before you knew it, you spilt your load inside Francis' warmth. You two moaned as Francis felt so full that his hands had unconsciously touched his stomach, feeling the bump grow bigger from your cock and cum in him.
Taking a breather from just coming inside again, you felt Francis' body slack in your hold and when you took your face away from Francis' neck to see if the man was okay, you soaked in the messy yet beautiful sight in front of you. It was truly beautiful.
Francis' smooth skin was already painted with so many bites and hickeys, especially around his neck and chest courtesy from you. His tits spilt out from the cow-printed bra, his nipples red and abused with bite marks around them that no doubt Francis will be putting band-aids over to not get it irritated in his shirts. His panties were pushed to the side so you could have easy access to his cunt which was just puffy and red already and cum kept gushing out each time you thrust inside him before.
Having an idea, you slowly took your cock out, hearing Francis weakly whine as you did while you felt Francis' inside tried so desperately to keep you in. But once you pulled your cock out, you let out a soft groan seeing your cum gush out from Francis' gaping pussy.
Shit... you really want to go for another round...
"[Name]...?" Hearing Francis weakly calling out your name. You looked away from looking at Francis' abused cunt to look at the man in the face. It was getting even more harder not to plunge your cock inside Francis again seeing Francis tired, teary eyes looking at you. A small pout on his lips. What came out next from Francis' lips made you just snap. "In... inside..."
Fuck it.
Francis' eyes threaten to roll into the back of his skull when you pushed your cock inside him again and you didn't even wait for Francis to take a breath when you began to move. Your thrust more harsher as you put your weight into fucking your cock inside Francis' cunt. Francis lets out moans and cries as he desperately attempts to meet your thrusts, but eventually, Francis just lays there and takes it.
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【 the late shift - abby anderson | NSFW 】
wife!doctor!abby anderson x fem!wife!reader
NSFW CONTENT BELOW CUT MDNI
wc: 6.1k
summary: it's your precious wife's birthday. what better way to celebrate than dinner and birthday sex?
content: modern!au, wife!doctor!abby, wife!reader, descriptions of cooking (bc i love food❤️), domesticity with abby (she helps you cook), switch!abby, switch!reader, dom&sub!reader, dom&sub!abby, top&bottom!reader, top&bottom!abby, hickies, oral sex (r!receiving & abby!receiving), use of toys (abby!receiving), face sitting, fingering (abby!receiving), strap-on usage (r!receiving), abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, doggy position, nipple play, praise, slight degradation (like once), slight spit kink, body worship, slight dumbification, breeding kink, abby lowkey having a housewife kink, slight spanking (abby just loves slapping your ass), slight dacryphillia, mentions of wine, reader and abby a lil tipsy, use of pet names (baby, babe, love, pretty girl, honey, etc.), mentions of nudes
a/n: this is the filthiest thing i've ever written. this is also the fic that won the poll i posted, so pls enjoy!! also, even though the morning sex option lost on the poll, i'm still gonna post that fic soon, and i can't wait for yall to read it!! pls tell me what you think about this fic bc i'd love to hear!! in this fic i introduce to you my abby happy trail agenda :)) again i just wanna thank you for all your support and love on my fics i appreciate every ounce of it i love yall so much <333
Abby was running late from work today—of all days—like she said she wouldn’t. Despite the fact it was her birthday, she couldn’t take the day off since one of her coworkers was on vacation at the moment. So, with no one else to cover the shift, she begrudgingly went to work on the one day she wanted off more than anything. The entire time she wished she were home and not at the hospital, but on her lunch break she sent you a photo of the small cake her coworker and friend, Nora, brought her. Since work would drain her by the time she got home, all she wanted was a simple at-home celebration that included dinner with you. She said she would be too tired for anything more than that, but you still had a few surprises lined up for her. You had her gifts waiting for her in your bedroom, a cake in the fridge, and you also had a brand new lingerie set you were wearing underneath your clothes. One that you may or may not have sent photos of your body in to tease her while she was at work. But that was neither here nor there.
However, despite both of your best efforts, today just wasn’t playing out how either of you wanted. She had promised she’d be home tonight by five to celebrate her birthday, but it was already past seven. You had gotten texts from her earlier explaining that an emergency had come up with one of her patients and that she’d be running late. You understood that her work was important and, of course, weren’t mad at her for something out of her control. You also knew she cared a lot about her patients and took her work seriously. You were just a little sad that you couldn’t celebrate her birthday sooner and that you had to wait a little longer. While sitting on the couch, you got a text from Abby saying she was finally on her way home. You decided now would be the best time to start getting dinner ready, and headed to the kitchen to prepare everything. You cleaned up your big, granite counter so you’d have space for all your ingredients, and pulled out a cutting board. You had barely finished chopping the mushrooms and tomatoes when you heard the front door opening and closing. You heard Abby’s keys jingling as her steady footsteps sounded from the foyer all the way into the den.
“[Y/N]?” she called.
“In the kitchen!” you responded, leaning against the counter as you waited for her to emerge. She was still in her scrubs and had her backpack on, but as soon as she saw you she slipped it off and let it drop to the floor.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” she said immediately. She walked up to you and pulled you into a hug. “One of my patients had an emergency that I needed to take care of. I had barely finished packing my things up when it happened. I didn’t even get the chance to clock out.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” you assured her. “I know these things happen.” Abby pulled away from the hug, her hands slipping from your shoulders down to your waist. She placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You sure? I know you wanted today to be special.”
“I mean, I’m a little sad you came home later than usual, but at least you’re here now,” you explained.
“I’m sorry, honey,” she said again. She craned her face down to your neck and began to place kisses along your collarbones and the side of your neck. “I really wanted to come home early like you wanted.”
“It’s okay. You texted me right on time, so at least I hadn’t started making dinner. It would’ve gone cold.”
“Now that would’ve made me even sadder,” Abby said, pulling her face out from the crook of your neck. She rubbed lazy circles on your back before picking you up without warning. She sat you down on the kitchen counter and made sure to stand in between your legs. She placed more kisses on your neck and jaw, her hands rubbing up and down your thighs. “You’re such an angel. Let me make it up to you, hm?”
“Abs,” you said quietly.
“Let me make you feel good.”
“But you’re still in your scrubs,” you said to her.
“And?” She bit the skin around your neck, then sucked on it a little before licking it. A small whine left your lips at the feeling as you grasped onto her big arms. “I thought you said they look good on me?”
“You’re a huge germaphobe. You know this,” you scolded her. Abby stopped what she was doing and sighed.
“Fine, you’re right. I’ll shower, but when I get out, it’s over for you,” she warned.
“Sure it is, ma’am,” you joked with her.
“Wanna bet?” she asked. She turned to look at you, raising one of her eyebrows as she gave your body a once over.
“Go take a shower, Abigail,” you said jokingly. She laughed as she turned around to walk to your bedroom.
“Using my full government name now? Wow,” she said with fake hurt before disappearing down the hall. You chuckled a little and rolled your eyes at her dramatics.
First order of business: sauce. You prepped the pan and poured in the tomato sauce that Abby liked and added the chopped up tomatoes and mushrooms to the mix. While the sauce was heating up, you began to prepare the pot to boil the pasta. You made fun of Abby for having bowties as her favorite pasta—you told her it was so cute for someone as tough-looking as her—but it was her favorite so of course you’d make it. You salted the water as you turned up the temperature of the oven. Now all that was left was to make the chicken. The chicken had been defrosting in the sink for a while, and you still had to set up the bowls of batter and crumbs. You decided to coat the chicken in panko bread crumbs for a more crunchy texture, the sound of the sizzling oil filling the air as you dropped the chicken in. The sauce you had made was already simmering on the stove, and you knew it would be finished by the time the chicken was. While you set the chicken to fry, you finally added the pasta into the now boiling water.
You were checking on the chicken when you felt a pair of hands slide across your stomach from behind you. You stifle a chuckle at the feeling as you hadn’t heard Abby approach you and because it made you flustered. Her hands roamed from your stomach to ghost over your ribcage, down to your lower abdomen, repeat. She knew just how to fluster you.
“Well, hello to you, too,” you said to her. You grabbed the tongs nearby and flipped the pieces of chicken over.
“You look so cute like this,” Abby whispered.
“Oh, yeah?” you asked. “What about me is cute to you right now?”
“The fact that you’re making me dinner.” One of her hands slid down from your stomach and past your thighs before she started to grope your ass.
“Abby!” you yelled. “Stop being so horny.” Although you were technically scolding her, you were laughing a little bit as you did. You wanted to pretend you didn’t like Abby’s antics, but you couldn’t. She was just so endearing, and you did love her touch.
“Alright, alright. I’ll keep my hands above your ass. Is that better?” she teased.
“Much better.” You took out two pieces of chicken that were done frying and placed them on the pan you set out to collect them after they were cooked. After you finished with the chicken you were planning on covering them in mozzarella to sit in the oven for a few minutes. You felt Abby’s hand move from your ass and back to caressing your stomach and your hips. “You’re touchy today.”
“And are you complaining?” she asked in a low voice. She nuzzled her face into your neck as she began to place kisses all over your skin. She was gingerly ghosting over that one spot that drove you crazy, barely leaving a trace of her warmth behind as her skin grazed past yours. Her lips would practically hover over as if she was going to kiss you before moving. What a tease.
“No, but aren’t you afraid of the oil splattering us?”
“I don’t know. I think it could be kind of sexy. Like wax play or something.”
“You are unbelievable,” you laughed. “If you want to be helpful, can you get the mozzarella out of the fridge? The packaging’s brand new.”
She placed a few more kisses on the back of your neck. “Yes, ma’am.” She pulled away from your body, but not before smacking your ass.
“Abigail Anderson,” you warned.
“[Y/N] Anderson,” she said as she walked to the fridge. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll even shred it for you,” she announced.
“Wow. You’re so kind,” you said sarcastically. You took out the two final pieces of chicken and turned the burner beneath the pan off. In the meantime, you could hear Abby pulling out the cheese grater and a bowl to get to work. You grabbed a nearby spoon and stirred the pasta a little bit to see how close it was to being ready.
“Here you go, love.” Abby suddenly appeared at your side with the shredded mozzarella in a bowl for you. She gave you a kiss on the cheek, one you quickly returned as you grabbed the bowl from her hands.
“Thank you, babe.”
“No problem. Let me drain the pasta for you, okay?” Abby said. You nodded as you turned off the sauce and got to work on the chicken. You drizzled an equal amount of cheese on each piece of chicken before sliding it into the oven. While you were busy with that, you could hear Abby digging around to find the strainer. It didn’t take her long, and before you knew it you could hear the water going down the sink’s drain. After you closed the oven, you leaned against the counter and let out a sigh. Only a few more minutes and dinner would be ready. You watched Abby as she transferred the pasta back to its pot before leaving the strainer by the kitchen sink. When Abby turned around, she gave you a sheepish smile as she waltzed to the stove. She put the pot on one of the empty burners before sauntering over to you. She pulled you by your hips closer to her.
“Can’t wait to eat this food,” she said. “You worked so hard on it.”
“Well, it’s your birthday!” you said excitedly. “I wanted it to be special.”
“And you achieved just that.” Abby leaned in, her lips touching yours so gently and with such passion. Her arms wrapped around you tightly as she pulled you closer. Your hands found their way to her hair as you got enraptured in the kiss. Her hair was down at the moment, and it was always such a sight to see. You loved the way it framed her face, how it seemed to make her features light up. She felt so good against you, and you could smell the coconut shampoo she used and the pine soap that made her smell so fresh and clean. God, she was so addicting, and as much as you loved kissing her, your eyes widened when you remembered the chicken inside the stove.
“Abby,” you said.
“What is it, baby?” she whispered, clearly thinking you were about to ask her something else.
“The chicken!” you said, and pulled away from her immediately. You yanked the stove open and pulled the food out. The delicious scent immediately wafted to your nose, and you could feel your stomach come to life with hunger.
“God, that looks delicious,” Abby said. “Yeah, I’m fucking you good tonight.” You wanted to make a joke about how vulgar her words were, but you already knew what she would say in response: “But you like it, don’t you?” The answer would be “yes,” and that’s why you let the words stay in your mouth.
After the successful dinner, you brought Abby’s gifts out from your bedroom to let her open them up. You bought her the gold bracelet she had been eyeing for a while, a special edition copy of her favorite book, and concert tickets for her favorite band. To say she was pleased was an understatement. After Abby opened her presents, she ran to your pantry to pull out the brand new bottle of wine she had hidden for this occasion. It was a surprise from her to you for such a great day so far. One and a half glasses of wine later, you and Abby were cuddling on the couch together. At least that’s what it had begun as. The two of you nursing your glasses of wine, sitting together underneath a blanket, a random show playing on the TV, until the drinks started to make you both a little frisky. Your glasses had both been abandoned on the coffee table in front of you, Abby’s lips on yours as she pulled you into her lap. Her hands were roaming all over your body. From your ass to your hips, your waist to beneath your bra. While on the outside she continued her movements without hesitation, on the inside she felt herself getting flustered. She had seen the photos you sent her while she was at work—she spent a good few minutes gawking at them—but she didn’t think you were still wearing the lingerie set. The bra you were wearing was lacy and thin, and was that a bow in the center? You would be the death of her. She just wanted all of you in this moment, and no matter how much she pulled you into her body, it wasn’t close enough. Her lips wandered from your jaw down to your neck, leaving scarlet marks there in her wake.
“I’ve wanted you so bad all day, baby,” she whispered. Her hands began fiddling with your nipples through your bra. The fabric was so thin it was like you weren’t wearing anything at all. “So bad. Especially after you teased me while I was at work.” Your lips found hers again, and to your surprise, Abby’s hands moved to your hips as she made you grind onto her. A small whimper left your mouth at the sudden friction, the noises you made immediately swallowed by her kiss.
“Abby,” you moaned. She smiled at the mention of her name, but her lips stayed on yours.
“What is it?” she asked between kisses.
“I need you.” She moved your hips into hers again, the ache in between your legs becoming too much. You just needed her to make it go away. “Let’s go to our room.” You could feel Abby perk up at the request, and she didn’t hesitate to push the blanket off both your bodies. She adjusted your legs so they were wrapped around her waist, strengthening her grip around your ass. She got up from the couch and began walking down the hall to your bedroom. She stopped kissing you to keep an eye on where she was headed, but you started to kiss her all over her neck. She gave your ass a particularly harsh squeeze before she pushed the door open to your room. She continued her march to your bed, setting you down onto the soft mattress before her. When she plopped down next to you in bed, your hands didn’t hesitate to wander towards the hem of her shirt, pulling it off her body desperately. To your delight, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Your lips found their way to her breasts, kissing all over them and her nipples. Before Abby knew it, you had your lips wrapped around her nipples, sucking and kissing them gently.
“Fuck, baby,” she groaned. “Treat me so good.”
“Wanna taste you,” you mumbled against her skin. “Let me eat you out.” Abby wasn’t going to object, because she wanted you to do as you asked just as bad as you did. “Say it,” you commanded.
“I want you to eat me out,” she whined. You kissed down from her breasts to her stomach, fingers ghosting over her pale, blonde happy trail. You pulled her sweatpants down and—No panties. You took her in like the beautiful sight she was.
“You’re not wearing anything underneath at all, Abs?” you teased. “Is that how bad you’ve needed me?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Lay down,” you ordered her. She did as you asked, laying on top of your well-made bed that would soon be messed up when you were done with her. You moved closer to her and grabbed ahold of her thighs, kissing them as you inched upwards towards her center. You could see how wet and needy she was for your touch. You didn’t hesitate to begin sucking at her clit, because you knew that was just the place she needed your attention from the most. You’d spare her some teasing. She moaned as soon as she felt the contact, squirming from the stimulation. You wrapped your arms around her thighs to hold her in place and pull her closer to you. You could feel her pubic hair scratching your face as you dug in, but it was never a sensation you hated. You enjoyed having all of her, every piece of her. You loved her taste on your tongue, the way she moaned and whimpered with every movement of it. You just loved making her feel good.
She kept squirming underneath you, every sound coming out of her either being a whine or a whimper. She always got desperate like this whenever she was receiving, and it was always such a sight. Abby liked to portray herself as this strong, dominant person, but that image of her always quickly dissipated as soon as your mouth was on her pussy. That version of Abby was nowhere to be found, not when you were taking care of her like this, giving her the space to let her guard down for once.
“Baby, you need to stop squirming,” you warned her. “You keep moving away from me. Feels that good, love?”
“So good,” she choked out. You stopped sucking on her clit, instead choosing to circle it with your thumb, only achingly slow. A pathetic whimper left her lips, and you knew she was feeling desperate. That was the point. You wanted to play with her, to make her beg. You kept moving your thumb slowly, no matter how much she whined. She’d have to ask you if she wanted more.
“What’s the matter?” you teased her. “You sound like you’re crying. What’s wrong? Tell me.”
“Need you,” she cried. “Please. I need more.”
“What do you need? Gotta tell me exactly what you want,” you explain.
“I need your mouth on me. Suck on my clit, please.” She was just so needy. How could you deny her? You returned your lips to her cunt, licking her through her folds, admiring how much wetter she had grown in the process. She tasted so sweet on your tongue as you lightly brushed it over her clit before taking it back into your mouth to suck on it again. You could feel her thighs tightening around you, and you let her do it. You knew this meant she was getting close, and you didn’t let up on your actions. You kept kissing and licking and sucking, wanting to do anything your wife may have needed. Her thighs were shaking by this point.
“Gonna cum,” she whimpered. Her hands were gripping onto the bed sheets, her head tilting as she let out rough moans. She was close, and a loud moan left her mouth suddenly. That’s how you knew she came, but you weren’t done. While she was still sensitive, you began to circle your thumb around her clit, little whimpers leaving her lips at the feeling. You reached into the bedside stand and pulled out the dildo you knew she kept there, licking it to get it wet.
“Can you take it, love?” you asked her. She nodded. “What did we talk about? Use your words, Abs,” you scolded her.
“I can take it. Please, put it inside me.” You did as she asked, slowly thrusting it inside her. You didn’t stop circling her clit as you did so, intent on making sure she felt good each step of the way. A groan left Abby’s lips as she felt the dildo slowly entering her inch by inch. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help any of the loud moans leaving her mouth when you were this good to her.
“Just like that, baby,” you encouraged her. “Just like that. Keep moaning for me.” You finally had the dildo to the hilt inside her, leaving it in for a moment to let her adjust. After you let her get comfortable, you pulled it out and let it sink back within her, solidifying a steady pace for her.
“It feels so good. God, it’s so good,” she moaned. You smiled at her reaction, making sure to continue giving her just what she needed. You continued at the pace you set, Abby growing increasingly desperate with each drag of the toy. “Harder. Please. Harder,” she begged. And who were you to deny what your love wanted? You did just as she asked, moving the dildo at the same speed, but with a greater intensity like she asked. There were tears brimming her eyes as she continued moaning. She felt so good, unable to fully put into words just how amazing you made her feel. All she knew is that she didn’t want this to end.
“Are you gonna cum for me, darling?” you asked her.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m gonna cum.” You continued your actions as she asked, watching as she creamed all over the toy. Abby was catching her breath as you pulled the toy out of her and rushed to put it in the bathroom sink. When you came back, Abby was sitting up in bed with a new fire in your eyes. As soon as you got close enough to her, she grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the bed. She stood up from the bed and got down on her knees in front of you. She didn’t hesitate to pull your jeans down your legs, her eyes immediately landing on the pretty lingerie set underneath your pants. She pulled your legs apart, unable to stop herself from kissing your cunt through your panties, all pretty and lacy in your favorite color. She was so overwhelmed with love and lust, unsure what to do with herself and the rush of emotions filling her body. It didn’t help that you were both a little tipsy. She licked a stripe over the fabric, your hands automatically moving to grab her hair. After a few more teasing licks, she finally pulled your panties down, and she could see how wet you were. You were practically glistening, all pretty and ready just for her. She dug into you immediately, her tongue tasting and feeling every part of you.
“Taste so good, love,” she groaned. The moans leaving your lips were addictive. It was her favorite part of pleasuring you: hearing how good you felt. And when you’d finally cum on her face? That’s what made it all worth it. She continued sucking on your clit, moaning at the feeling of your growing wetness on her lips. Your grip kept tightening on her hair, and she loved it. She was on her knees before you, and she felt that was exactly where she belonged—worshiping you.
“You know what I want?” she suddenly spoke up. She trailed her lips away from your center and began kissing your thighs as she looked up at you. You could tell by the look in her eyes she had an idea. “Want you to sit on my face, love. Can you do that for me?” You couldn’t say no. Not when she was looking up at you like that.
“Yes,” you answered. The switch from your dominant personality from earlier to this submissive one was making Abby’s head spin.
“Good girl. Just what I wanted to hear.” Abby rose from her position on the ground and crawled onto the bed before laying down. “Come on, babe. I’m all ready for you.” You moved from where you were sitting on the edge of the bed towards her body. You straddled her hips and leaned down to kiss her, hoping to convey to her all the love and longing you were feeling. Abby’s hands moved from her sides to rub against your hips before promptly slapping your ass. You let out a yelp at the sensation, but it only made you wetter. “Come on. Stop teasing me. I need to taste you again. Need to show my sweet, little wife how much I love her.” You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth when you felt her slap your ass again. “You made me a nice, home-cooked meal to celebrate my birthday, and I think that means I should be putting a baby in you by the end of the night. What do you think?”
“Please, Abs,” you whined. “I want you so bad.”
“Then sit on my face, pretty girl. You know that’s what I want.” You finally pulled your lips away from hers and removed yourself from her lap. You looked down at Abby one last time before sliding one of your legs to rest on the other side of her head until you were practically straddling her. You had yet to set yourself down on her face yet, but Abby waited, her hands already reaching up to start tracing the skin over your ass and hips. You slowly situated yourself against her mouth, something you’ve done countless times before, but the anticipation always consumed you.
The first thing you felt was the warmth of her lips, then the wetness of her tongue as she started to lick your folds. A whine left your lips at the feeling, so desperate for your wife like always. Abby’s grip on your ass was tight as she held you in place, ensuring that she’d be able to devour you just like she wanted. She rocked your hips as she licked your cunt and lapped up all your juices. The friction was making you see stars. She kept moving you, guiding your movements onto her tongue, never once stopping for a second. You felt her let out a small moan, the vibrations reverberating and amplifying your pleasure. Abby suddenly stilled the movements of your hips, but her grip tightened as you felt her start to suck your clit.
“Oh, Abby, just like that,” you moaned. You didn’t have to tell her twice, as her tongue was already swirling around your clit just how you liked it. You felt so good, the pleasure overwhelming your body from just how good Abby was treating you. She was definitely keeping her promise from earlier. You moaned at the feeling of her tongue working against you. You could feel the knot growing in your stomach, building faster and faster. The moans leaving your lips were desperate, but you couldn’t help it when this was how Abby made you feel. She made you feel alive, like your whole body was on fire.
“I’m close,” you moaned. “I’m so close.” Your hands gripped onto your thighs as Abby’s grip was too strong for you to move anywhere else. Instead, you steadily rocked your hips against her face, the tip of her nose knocking into your clit. The friction and combined with the way Abby was eating you out was intense, and within seconds you felt yourself cumming all over her face. Abby continued sucking on your clit to fuck you through your orgasm, but she wasn’t done with you yet. She tapped onto your thighs, a sign you recognized as her asking you to get off her. You did as she asked and removed yourself from her face to settle into the sheets. Abby sat up in bed, and she wasted no time in kissing you wildly. You could feel the wetness on her face and taste yourself on her tongue, completely lost in the feeling of her. You could do this with her for hours if she wanted. You felt her reach down to your t-shirt and raised it over your head as she immediately ogled at the pretty bra you had on. It matched your panties, and it looked so gorgeous on you. She kissed you hungrily, palming at your breasts. She reached behind you to unclip your bra and threw it somewhere randomly. She was back on you in an instant, clearly not satisfied.
“You want my cock in you, baby? Want me to fill you up?”
“God, yes, Abby,” you answered.
“I’ll go get it.” You watched as she retreated to your closet that held most of your toys, the main one being her strap. She returned to your bedside with both the flesh-colored dildo and harness in her hands. “Help me put it on, honey.” You did as she asked and moved towards the edge of the bed. Abby slipped her legs through the harness, but you helped her tighten the straps and adjust it on her hips. She stroked your cheeks and hair as you did so with a soft smile on her face.
“Okay, it’s ready, Abs,” you announced.
“Thank you, baby. Why don’t you turn around and get on your hands and knees for me, huh?” You didn’t hesitate to do as she asked, getting yourself comfortable in the position that was without a doubt Abby’s favorite. You felt Abby step closer to your body, the strap momentarily pressing against your skin. You heard Abby spitting, and before you knew it you felt something wet coating your cunt. She rubbed the strap through your folds, teasing your clit before bringing it back up to your hole. You were still so wet and ready for her; it made her feel lightheaded. Abby started teasing your entrance with her cock, and you let out a small whimper in response. She pushed it in a tiny bit, but just that small thrust had you whining. She pulled it out, then put it back in the same amount, then out again. She was teasing you, and she reveled in every moment of it. She did the same pattern again, this time pushing it in up to its head. She could hear the desperate whines leaving your mouth, but she was a bully when it came to teasing.
“Abby!” you whined. She let out a quiet chuckle.
“Is something wrong, baby?” she asked, pulling out yet again.
“Yes! You’re teas—” Before you could finish, she pushed it back into you again, nearly half-way now. It caught you off guard, a gasp leaving your lips at the sensation.
“What was that?” she asked.
“You’re teasing me,” you said. Abby pulled out of you again, and it left you feeling so empty. You just wanted her deep inside of you. “Please, Abby. I need you inside me. Please.”
“Fuck. I can’t tell you no, baby.” Without warning, you felt her shove the entire thing inside you this time. You moaned loudly at the sudden force. “Like that? Wanted me deep inside you like this?”
“Yes,” you answered. Abby grabbed onto your hips roughly, preparing herself as she slid her dick out of you a tiny bit before slamming it back in, then repeating. She was starting off slow and steady, but she was giving you what you needed. Your moans were already in full force, bouncing off the walls and filling her ears like sweet music. She got off on hearing you just as much as she did from seeing how you looked while she fucked you from behind. She started to pick up her pace a little bit, and she could see you reaching to grab at the bedsheets. She couldn’t help the smirk that appeared across her face.
“That’s it,” she encouraged. “Just like that. Got you going dumb on my cock already, huh?” She knew she wasn’t going to get an answer out of you since your face was buried in the mattress, but she was still going to ask. “Taking it so good, baby. Fuck, I love seeing you like this. All pretty and dumb on my cock. When I’m done with you, I’m gonna fill you all the way up. You’d like that?”
“Please. I need you to fill me up,” you cried out. Abby continued her pace, but when she heard your voice, she could tell that you were crying. It turned her on even more.
“Gonna let me cum inside and make you my pretty, little cumslut? Want me to get you fucking pregnant?” she asked.
“Yes!” you cried out. Abby was many things, but a composed woman at a time like this wasn’t one of them.
“Fuck,” she grunted. She loved the enthusiasm of your answer, speeding up the pace of her thrusts. She could feel the harness rubbing against her clit, and it was driving her wild. She kept fucking into you, pulling your hips into hers over and over again. Yeah, she was going to fuck you good, and she was going to make sure you were screaming the whole night. She could hear your skin slapping against hers as she continued her pace, and before she knew it her moans were joining in with yours. She just felt so amazing. Everything about this moment did.
“Abby! Fuck, Abby, you’re so deep. It’s so good.” You words were incoherent babbles, and that’s how Abby knew she was doing a good job for sure.
“I know, baby. I’m fucking you just right, huh? Just like you need.” She barely managed to get the words out, panting and grunting from her own pleasure. It just felt so good to take you in this position. You were having a hard time speaking yourself, your brain all fuzzy and fucked out. The feeling of Abby’s cock dragging inside your walls and that spot it was hitting were more than enough to fuck you dumb. It was all you ever needed. You could feel the tears that were drying on your cheeks as Abby continued to overstimulate you. You could feel yourself getting closer yet again, the feeling more than you could bear.
“Abby. Abby. I think I’m cumming,” you cried. “I’m gonna cum.” You were too out of it to speak, so caught up in the feeling of her inside you and her promises of breeding you. It all made you feel so good, the ideas of her cumming inside you upping your pleasure by a tenfold.
“Cum on my cock, baby. Know you can do it.” Abby didn’t let up her pace one bit, and you reached down to rub your clit as she fucked into you. Fuck. There was no one like Abby, and soon you found yourself cumming harder than ever. The moan that was ripped from your body sounded more like a scream as you continued to rub your clit while it washed over you. Abby was close, too, and hearing the sounds of your pleasure was enough to send her over the edge. Abby grunted loudly, feeling herself cum as the movement of her strap stilled inside you. You both stayed like that for a second to cool down, and after a moment Abby slowly pulled out of you. You moved out of the position you were in and collapsed on the bed. Abby pulled the harness and strap off her body, abandoning it on the bedside table. She’d leave cleaning it for later. She immediately dived into bed, fixing the covers for you both as she pulled you into her arms. She started kissing your forehead as she rubbed your back.
“You okay, love?”
“Yeah,” you answered. “Just tired.”
“Me, too. You did so good for me, baby.”
“Thanks, Abs. You were really good for me, too.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“Yeah,” you said. “I love you. I’m so sleepy,” you whispered. Abby laughed at that.
“I love you, too. Now, let’s go to sleep, babe. I’m off tomorrow, remember?”
“Can we get coffee tomorrow?” you asked.
“Of course, baby. We’ll go shopping, too, if you want.”
“You’re so great, Abs. Love you.”
“Love you, too,” she replied, watching how your eyes fluttered shut. What a sleepy thing, she thought, but she’d have you no other way. That’s what she promised in her vows.
#tlou x reader#abby tlou#tlou abby#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson smut#abby x y/n#abby x you#abby x reader
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“Hey, Carrots!
No need to look so offended, I’m not here to cause any trouble, you know~. No favors to ask of either. It’s your special day, isn’t it? It is! So I came by to give you a present.
…Yeah, okay, it’s not really much, but it’s a gift nonetheless. Coupon for a special pop for the birthday girl~. You have a favorite flavor or something? I’ll try making it into a pop for you. A dozen for free! I’m real kind, I know.
Oh, and before I forgot. You know Ashi, don’t you? Poor girl couldn’t make it today, so she asked me to hand you a gift bag in her stead. Proves my trustworthiness, doesn’t it? Heh.
No need to worry, I didn’t peek at it… Hold some higher standards for me, would you?”
Niko hands over the bag. It’s a cute, pink, petite bag with cat decorations on it. It holds some resemblance to the feline holding it herself.
Grabbing what’s inside, there’s a little drawing with a note attached. It’s written with words and symbols that seem impossible to verbalize, but somehow it’s easy to imagine a certain brunette bringing life to them…
Clochey! HBD fam!~ Super bummed I couldn’t make it, but I hope this prezzie has enough of my energy baked into it that it feels like I’m there! LMK ASAP ☆
I wanted to send you a cute lil’ message ‘cuz I’m real thankful for us being friends, YK? Even tho we aren’t super buddy buddy, I still totally enjoy your company. Eppy tells me enough about you that it basically feels like I’m hanging with you myself!
Anyway~ I wanted to gift smth more personalized for you, so I drew up a little drawing! It’s kinda like a postcard, but I tried putting one of your fave things on it ♡ I hope you enjoy!~
We should SO get talkin’ again soonsies! Wishin you a happy birthday and many more with a certain huntsman <3
Sincerely, Ashi ♪
Cloche hears a chuckle after she’s done reading the note.
“Wow, Carrots, your face is a little red… Wonder what Ashi stirred up for you to get you, the cold clawed kitty to get lookin’ like that. Well, privacy is privacy. Guess that’s my cue to leave.
Here’s hoping you catch a break from all the trouble around campus, hm? Enjoy your day~.”
HAPPY BDAY CHRIS!!!!!!! I HOPE YOUR DAY AND WEEK AND TBH MONTH IS SO BANGER. ITS SO DESERVED!!!!!!! 🫶 it’s been SO nice being your moot for like?? WHAT??? TWO YEARS OR SMTH??? TIME IS SO CRAZY. it’s been such a treat being able to interact n talk w you since the beginning!!! I GET SUPER HAPPY WHENEVER I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS <333 HBD again and I hope life treats you well!!!!! 🙏 blessing your pulls and turning them into pomepulls……….. tehepero
[Cloche’ Birthday Bash] *them referring to our dear freshmen
Okay first of all… ASHIIIIIII YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME I SWEAR !!! THE FACT THAT YOU SENT THIS SO EARLY??!?! THE INTERACTION IS EVERYTHING! I JUST LOVE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT SO NATURALLY- Fr, Niko just waltzing into Ramshackle then dipping- aND THE GORGEOUS GORGEOUS ROOKLOCHE ART- LITERALLY SCREAMING OVER THE POSE AND DETAILS- YOU SERIOUSLY OUT DID YOURSELF FOR THIS ONE! Rook carrying her and Cloche grabbing on to him to get closer- SAVANACLAW ROOK MY BELOVED- Muscle man frrrr- Ashi really caught on to the cat maid’s staring during Chapter 7 huh. AND THE DOODLES ON RHE SIDES ARE TOO CUTE- 😩
Epel yapping on about Cloche and totally not suspiciously asking Ashi about her roommate- Ashi internally sweating bullets when Epel doesn’t realize that everything he describes is the cat maid making up excuses to avoid him-
Also take this… Cloche walking up to Niko days later and asking for a bone marrow pop, and it takes Niko a few seconds to realize it was a joke 😭😭 Slow burn friendship trust-
Really, it’s so wild that it’s been 2 years- So glad to have you here and to celebrate with you again !! I think you really blessed my pome pulls with this one- seriously- man came on the 30th pull twice- Ilyyyyy If makes me super happy to see you in my notifs as well and may we continue to interact in the future!
#crying sobbing thank you#cloche’ birthday bash 🎊#oc: cloche🎊#mutuals 🎊#rookloche#cat scratches 🌸#niko cimarron#ashi tamadai#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oc#twst ocs#others ocs#twst yuu#twst yuusona#oc interactions#mutuals art
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omg i know you arent accepting requests right now, but i have this idea that i HAVE to get out to someone and you are who i thought of...
teaching dbh connor to dance 🧍♀️🧍♀️🧍♀️
and this isnt sent as a request!! more of sharing the one braincell i have LMAO
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SAME BRAINCELL!!!! Everytime I hear a song that's meant to be danced to I think of this omg. I thought of a little drabble so I have to share <333 Thank you fox anon for this lovely thought.
(Reminder this wasn't a request, it just gave me some inspiration. BUT! If you want to share Connor brainrot I will share mine back lmao)
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a/n: Made when listening to Sway by Michael Buble
wc: 0.3k
"Come here!" I motioned to Connor.
He stood up hesitantly, meeting me in the middle of the room, "I do not know how to dance."
"It's okay," I brushed his concern off. "I don't really either, I just follow the rhythm."
Without a second thought, I grabbed his hand, guiding his free hand to my shoulder, and finally placing my hand on his waist. Clearly I was going to have to lead the dance. The song that was playing filled me completely and didn't leave any chance for me to be nervous. I've always wanted to dance with someone to this song, so why not Connor?
"Back, two, three four. Side, two, three, four. Spin, two, three, four," I muttered, counting to the song while also instructing Connor. He followed me, barely even struggling.
It was nice being able to teach Connor something. Obviously, he had a lot to learn being newly deviant, but teaching him how to dance was so oddly...humanizing. Not that I didn't consider him his own person, but there's no denying that he was an android, not with how imperfectly perfect he was.
Before I knew it, Connor took over, spinning me. I couldn't stop the small laugh that left me. The song was reaching the ending, I've heard the song so many times.
I took in the moment, the look of concentration falling over Connor's beautiful face. The warm feeling of his hands on me. How we seem to somehow continue getting closer to the other. The music filling the silence between us. What a beautiful moment. It was a blessing that I could not only dance to this song, but with someone I hold so dear.
A gasp escaped me as Connor spun us around and dipped me. I held onto his neck, not expecting that at all. The song had moved on to the next one in the playlist, but I didn't even notice. How could I pay attention to anything but the beautiful person that held me so tenderly, and how we sealed the memory with a loving kiss?
#connor dbh x reader#dbh x reader#dbh connor x reader#rk800 x reader#connor x reader#dbh connor#connor dbh#x reader#rk800#rk800 connor x reader#dbh#detroit become human#detroit become human x reader
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Happy birthday, I hope you're having the best birthday, also i hope you a healthy and happy life 💛🎂
Also thank you for writing my requests, it's literally so sweet of you 💜
And since I'm Johanna mason obsessed I thought
Reader is disappearing into the woods for long hours, then comes back home exhausted. Johanna is getting worried and curious about what reader is doing. Usually, reader would love Johanna to go with her on her walks in the woods, but not this time.
Reader is actually building a tree perch or tree deck (I don't know what it's called, but it looks like the pictures), as a surprise for Johanna's birthday. On Johanna's birthday, reader decorated it with flower bouquets, lanterns, and candles, making it look like a fairy tale setting, with a smile picnic if that makes any sense
Ps: English isn't my first language so sorry if anything don't make sense
johanna mason x reader
no because being obsessed with johanna mason is so real. also thank you so much <333, i needed to pump out a johanna fic for my birthday so i'm glad you asked for this one!! as always, i love your prompts they're so imaginative! johanna might be *slightly* ooc.
"i'm just going for a walk," you call out, letting the door slam behind you. johanna peeked her head out from the kitchen, but saw you were gone and shrugged. she felt a little hurt because usually, you would go for walks with her but she brushed it off and went about her morning routine.
when this habit continued for a couple of weeks, she began to grow upset. you'd walk out the door, planting a kiss on her cheek and waving goodbye and she'd be alone again; moping around the house, she would grumble angrily to herself about how she was going to confront you. then when you return home, cheery and embracing, her face would lighten up and she’d ignore how she was feeling.
then, the hours grew longer and you weren’t returning quite as happily. you made sure to hug her, or kiss her, but your mood was dampened and you were beyond exhausted. johanna began worrying something really bad was wrong; the situation left her conflicted. did she stop you from going out so you wouldn’t be tired? or let you do what you wanted? the idea of losing you scared her immensely, that she sent finnick a letter asking him for help. he came a week later with annie and their son, saying that he would stay until after her birthday party, and help her sort out the problem. the second you were left alone with him, however, you managed to convince him to disappear with you as well.
johanna had never been more concerned. what were you two hiding from her? were you cheating on her with finnick? she shook her head, refusing to let her mind wander down that path. you would never do that to her—could never do that to her. so she’d end up playing with finnick’s son and talk to annie all day until everyone else showed up. katniss and peeta—along with haymitch—rocked up the day before johanna’s birthday, eager to help. while katniss and haymitch gave awful advice (johanna didn’t want to snap at you and demand you tell her what happened), peeta encouraged her to wait a little longer; she wondered if you’d told him something, and now she was nervous about what she was supposedly waiting for.
it wasn’t until you finally disappeared in the early morning of her birthday that she cracked. she followed you, while you crept down the dimly lit trail. you occasionally placed a candle on the ground and lit it, before continuing on your way. it was a little while before you finally stopped in front of a large tree, with a gorgeous wooden deck. she hides behind a tree as you climb up the ladder and began setting up the blanket, placing the food on top and adding a few finishing touches to give it the rustic vibe johanna loved so much.
“you can come up now!” you announce, watching johanna peer out from behind the tree, as she hesitantly approached the ladder. she looks up at you, signalling for her to join you, before swiftly scaling the ladder and kissing you once you’re reunited at the top. “happy birthday, johanna,” you whisper against her lips.
she smiles, her blush prominent now as she realises how embarrassing it was to suspect something was wrong with you, when in reality you’d been working on this for her birthday. “thank you,” she replies, pulling away and sitting down properly. she takes one of the sandwiches you’d prepared and munches down on it. “did you build this all by yourself?”
“i had a little help,” you confess, shrugging your shoulders and plucking a bunch of grapes—before throwing them in your mouth one by one. she can’t contain her snort, rolling her eyes playfully. “the best thing about sharing friends with you, is that they wanted to help me build and prevent you from seeing it prematurely. it was a good idea throwing a party and inviting them all, otherwise i’d never have gotten this done in time.”
johanna smirks, shaking her head, “that explains a few things,” placing her head in your lap as you softly stroke her hair.
“happy birthday, my love,” you whisper, kissing the top of her forehead.
she smiled up at you, “it is when you're here.”
#johanna x reader#thg series#wlw#the hunger games#fanfic#fluff#blurb#johanna mason#thg#johanna mason x reader#danisasks#dani's fics <3
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hi, it's my first time on your blog, ugh i love it here<3
can we talk about how mean felix can get when he discovers the power he holds over you and how you hatt to admit it but secretly love to be handled by him
like fr, his voice in your ear as low as he can just bc you shiver and his hands grabbing your waist just to tell you're hissss, damn
ugh, pleassse sir- 🥵🥵🥴
i’m sure u sent this ages ago but regardless i appreciate u n welcome to the blog !! <333
but no yea let’s talk abt it bc as much as i love sub!lix and we all love sub!lix, isn’t it so much fun to think of sub in the streets dom in the sheets lix?
it ALWAYS catches you off guard because you’re never expecting it. lixie’s funny like that, i think he really likes to be unpredictable. besides, the look on your face is fucking priceless every single time.
his favorite thing to do is catch you when you’re sitting on his lap. first time it happened, you’re hanging out with him and his boys, they’re all playing mario party or something where nobody’s paying explicit attention to y’all. you both are relaxing, you’re kind of curled up in his neck occasionally laughing at something stupid jisung is saying.
then all of a sudden, his hands come creeping up underneath the oversized hoodie you’re wearing. the way his finger tips are gently ghosting over your bare skin naturally makes you shiver but then he’s grabbing your waist firmly. and you can hear the smirk on his face when he laughs softly at sharp inhale. “ohh, that was pretty cute.”
and now you’re fucked. because now that he knows that’s all it takes, you’re so so fucked. he gets the biggest kick out of doing it in front of the other members; one because it’s cute to see you get so flustered in front of them but also almost to prove a point to them.
because of course they’ve joked a time or two about how he’s your baby, and it isn’t that it bothers him…but maybe it does slightly 🥴 so maybe he does want to ruin you in front of his members. maybe he really really does want to finger you during movie night and hear you stutter up a reason for why you’re squirming so much. juuuust maybe.
#ask box: felix#skz smut#stray kids smut#skz hard hours#skz hard thoughts#stray kids hard hours#stray kids hard thoughts#skz felix smut#felix smut#skz felix hard hours#felix hard hours#felix hard thoughts#skz felix hard thoughts
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hiii, i’ve never really sent ask before so i don’t know how like rules are for your ask if that makes sense? i’ve read your rules of course!! but i mean pertaining to how long an ask can be and if it’s okay to send like a little fic thing :))
BECAUSE OMGGGG‼️‼️ i love ur writing SO MUCH??! and so i read your boypussy writings recently and now i’m down a rabbit hole of fics with this concept and while down this rabbit hole i’ve found many great fics with different idols BUT you know how there’s not many sub!svt fics (or maybe i just can NEVER find them) and with there being so little sub!svt fics that happens even more on mingyus side because ppl only see him as this strong dom because he’s so big. so i’m here to say that’s true i love how big mingyu is and how he’s so smug in it but also how utterly bashful he gets when praised on it very directly! so i can’t get the thought of boypussy mingyu OUT OF MY HEADDD‼️‼️ and i’ve written this little thing that i’d love to send in an ask cause i need to share it with someone 💔 so i was wondering if that’s okay? and it’s totally okay if you’re not comfortable with that! <333
i think now is the MOST appropriate time to indulge because…hooouugghhh…….i just have the best and filthiest and most delulu thoughts about mingyu its insane
he gives off the vibe of a guy who doesnt know how to use his big dumb cock. that even if he has the charm and swagger of a huge and intimidating man, in reality, he cant even handle simple praise without bucking his knees (and wishing to kneel before you).
but also what if he has a FAT CLIT that he doesnt know how to use!! a very juicy pussy that creams and gets sensitive easily when you play with it!! and he ends up getting so small when you fuck into it because he cant believe how good it feels to be used like a good big boy ☹️☹️
PLEASE IM INVITING YOU NOW TO PLEASE COME IN MY INBOX AND SCREAM ABOUT BOYPUSSY GYU IM SO FAWKING READY
and thank you for the compliments on my writing i will grant you good days and blessings all around for these kind words im honestly very shy about it but we ball ><
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Can you do angst prompt 39 with robin :)) But instead of Robin cheating, the OC finds out Robin has been playing her to get to vickie (which may possibly be OC best friend?) I am living for the angst you write AAA please write more Robin prompts <333
I will gladly write for my baby Robin any day
⚠️no happy ending
“So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it?”
Robin had her eyes set on a certain red head for a long time, ever since she joined band. She was infatuated with her. Her bright eyes, freckles, and gorgeous smile. Vickie was everything Robin wanted in a girlfriend but she had a boyfriend. Robin held on to the hope that Vickie could possibly still be gay. Their gazes didn't seem friendly. But Robin had a plan to win over her girl and that was to go through Y/N, the best friend.
Y/N was also in band, sitting next to Vickie all the time. The two were best friends and never far apart. Robin knew if she could squeeze her way into Y/N's life then she would be around Vickie even more. Maybe learn more about her, get a taste of what it's like to be near Vickie.
When practice ended and Vickie headed to her boyfriend leaving Y/N alone to pack up, Robin knew this was her chance. She quickly walked up to the girl with a smile.
"Hey Y/N!"
The girl looked up hearing her name. Her heart was beating fast when she saw the dark haired beauty walk up to her. Her eyes looked into her blue ones and she smiled big.
"hey Robin, what's up?" She asked as coolly as she could. Anxious eyes looking at Vickie, who sent her a thumbs up and wink. Vickie knew how down bad Y/N was for Robin. Her crush growing more every day.
"I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to go out sometime? Maybe like dinner?" Robin asked nervously. Why did she think this would work? Was Y/N even gay? What if she said no?
"Absolutely!" The excitement in her voice caused Robin to feel a tad guilty but brushed it off- for Vickie she thought to herself. She smiled and set up the date details. Hoping this was a good idea.
~~
Vickie was excited for her friend finally getting asked out by her crush. She helped Y/N pick out the most casual but cute outfit. Did her make up and hair.
"are we sure she's going to like this?" Y/N asked checking herself out in the mirror.
"yes. You look gorgeous now hurry up and go so you aren't late. Call me the second you get back!"
~~
Robin waited at the table, nervous as hell. This was so wrong. She shouldn't be using people like this.
"Hi. I hope you weren't waiting too long." Y/N said as she sat down across from her.
Robin smiled, and had to admit she looked beautiful.
"Not at all."
The date went smoothly. Never silent, both engaging in conversation perfectly. Robin never felt like she had to search her brain for something to say, it all naturally flew out. She never could talk this easy with anyone.
~~
They went on three more dates before Robin asked the question.
And now that they were officially together, the more Y/N brought Robin along on double dates with Vickie and her boyfriend.
Robin tried to act like watching Vickie kiss her boyfriend's lips didn't break her heart. Guilt planted in her stomach when Y/N would hold Robin's hand, throw her arm over her shoulder, buy her dinners and gifts.
Y/N was the perfect girlfriend. She listened, always had advice. Made Robin laugh more than she ever had in her life. And she couldn't deny she was a good kisser. But there was just one big problem - she still wasn't Vickie.
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Robin got her wish and was hanging out with Vickie more and more. The more she learned about her the more she was falling for her, still as Y/N's girlfriend.
Their two month anniversary was coming up and Y/N wanted to go to the restaurant they had their first date at. Robin said why not go to a party instead? Knowing Vickie would be attending the party.
Y/N was a tad upset that Robin wanted to spend their anniversary with a huge group of people, but if that's what Robin wanted then she'd do it.
The couple danced and drank their night away. Both feeling the buzz and slightly getting drunk.
Robin noticed Vickie wasn't her usual self, she seemed sad
"what's going on with Vickie?" She asked, acting as she was just a worried friend.
"oh her and her boyfriend broke up like a week ago. She's still sad about it but she didn't want us to worry about her on our anniversary." Y/N explained as she took a sip of her drink.
Robin nodded, excitement filling her knowing Vickie was technically single. The drunk part of her brain making decisions.
"I'm going to check on her." She said as she headed towards Vickie.
"hey how are you?" Robin asked softly, touching Vickie's shoulder. Feeling the sparks flying in her body.
"oh I'm good. How are you?" Vickie asked with a polite smile.
The two fell into conversation, talking about anything and everything. Robin didn't want it to end. Having two more drinks in her body Robin did something stupid.
She leaned in, pressing her lips against Vickie's.
Vickie pulled away fast, eyes wide in shock.
"Robin what the hell are you doing?" Vickie asked, stepping back fast.
Robin felt her face flush with the rejection. Trying to come up with something to say.
"You are dating my best friend." Vickie scolded. Her lips frowned.
"only because I wanted to get close to you!" Robin tried to explain. Vickie's eyes turned dark.
"are you telling me you asked out my best friend to play her? Just so you could get to me? That's so fucked up" She scoffed. Robin felt like crying. Vickie seemed pissed at her. Why did she think this would work?
"I'm sorry! I just really fucking like you and I knew if I could get close to Y/N she'd bring me closer to you. It was stupid I know but I was desperate."
"is that all we were?" Vickie's eyes looked over Robin's shoulder, Y/N standing there, hurt and betrayal clearly shown in her eyes.
Robin cussed to herself and turned around. Nothing she could do to prepare herself for the absolutely shattered look in Y/N's eyes. Robin couldn't answer her question. Standing between the two girls, both upset with her and she didn't know what to do.
"You only asked me out so I would bring you around Vickie? You didn't like me even at all?"
Watching her cry and choke over her words hurt Robin more than she thought it would. Robin didn't think her plan out far enough to what she would do if Y/N found out. Robin didn't even think about what she would do if she even got Vickie to like her. Just dump Y/N and leave?
“So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it?” Y/N asked again. Robin just stared at her and was silent.
Y/N scoffed and walked away. Tears in her eyes and not a single question was answered.
~~
Vickie wanted to follow Y/N but as a best friend she wanted to say something to Robin first.
"Robin." She said, Robin quickly turned to her. Her own tears resting in her eyes.
"As her best friend I would never and I mean never date you because she has been in love with you since freshman year. You don't even know how fucking excited she was going on that first date with you. Even if you asked me out before her, it would still be no because I would never hurt her like that. She has a beautiful heart. And she could have really loved you and made you happy. I wouldn't even be half as good of a girlfriend as she is. Please don't talk to either of us again."
Robin felt her tears fall as Vickie quickly followed after Y/N.
The biggest blow hit Robin's gut. She didn't know Y/N was in love with her. She didn't even think she noticed her. Robin should have known this would end badly. Playing with people's feelings never went well and Robin got burned, twice.
Her dream girl was pissed at her and now would never give her a chance.
And someone that could have loved Robin the best out of everyone would definitely never want to see her again.
#robin buckley x female reader#robin buckley stranger things#robin buckley angst#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley#robin Buckley angst x t
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SaShiSu anon here!
Deep down I think I already knew that you would choose suguru but I wanted to ask anyway, because you always give interesting answers lol
I honestly don't know who I would choose, it's just as you say, the three of them would be very good partners!
I am very fond of Satoru but realistically I don't know if I could keep up with him lol, he’s a very active and social person, I don't know if my poor social battery could handle keeping up with him. I wouldn't mind watching digimon with him, because I love digimon, I've seen every season at least 2 times, I've played the games and the tcg and I'm basically a walking encyclopedia of digimon.
I wouldn't mind going with him to pastry shops to try new things, because going to pastry shops is a hobby of mine anyway. Satoru looks like the type of person who likes to tease his friends and his partner just for fun and honestly it would be hypocritical of me to criticize him for that because I'm the same. u.u
I love Shoko, I would do anything for her, cooking, cleaning, cuddles, I would give her everything she asked for and more! my poor baby works too much and she is always tired :( Shoko deserves a lot of love and cuddles! i don't drink or smoke, but if that girl sent me to the store at 2:00 a.m. to buy her a beer, I would do it!
Lastly we have suguru, my love languages are acts of service and quality time. Which I feel fits well with him. For me it would be strange if someone was so attentive to me because that's normally my role in relationships so I would feel lost. I wouldn't mind him judging what I read... because every time he does it, I would make a power point presentation with 50+ slides debating all his points (being a digimon fan is hard work D: )
AAA SASHISU ANON!!! that’s so sweet, i’m happy u enjoy my rambly answers :’3
AND YES I GET U IT’S SOOO HARD TO PICK JUST ONE…. 😔😔 they’re all so lovely and charming……. poly sashisu x reader is the answer always <33 i think a relationship with all three of them would be so sweet and fun !!!
BUT YES YOU’RE SO REAL my social battery is so low it’s kinda embarrassing lmao but i feel like satoru would be very good at knowing his partner’s limits yk… just whisks you away when he can tell you’re getting tired <33 and i also think he would get so smug if your social battery never ran out around him LMAO like he would thrive off being your safe space…. 🥺🥺hhh i adore him. AND HELLOOO FELLOW DIGIMON FAN i was a pkmn kid through and through but i grew up watching all digimon seasons too :33
SO REAL ON SHOKO TOO I WOULD MAKE HER TEA AND COFFEE EVERY SINGLE DAY she could throw a bone and tell me to fetch it like a dog and i would simply Listen <333 she could manipulate me. she wouldn’t do it but she could. but ohhh anon i really do think shoko would benefit sm from having an acts of service s/o !! :( she deserves to be pampered!!
AND OFC SUGUU acts of service and quality time are 100% good fits for him….. AND i think a relationship with someone who’s kind of similar would be good for him!! :’3 two acts of service babies taking care of each other … he would be so attentive all the time and you would be attentive right back!! tbh i understand you anon i think i would be a bit uncomfortable around sugu if he was Too attentive even if i would probably really love it deep down 😭😭 but he’d be so patient !!! aaaa he’s just so perfect…
TYSM FOR INDULGING ME WITH THIS DISCUSSION ANONNN i love these three with my entire soul T_T…. they could fix us
#I HOPE YOU HAVE THE LOVELIEST DAY <333333 tysm again for the ask !! it was so fun to answer !!!#sending u the goodest coziest sashisu vibes mwah mwah mwah#my emotional support trio <33#i need to take care of them 😞😞#ask tag ✩
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The Prime Defenders story in general is incredible, like I hurt my jaw very badly on multiple occasions from opening it in shock, hurt my eyes from crying, and hurt my arms from stimming when things happened.
I love all the characters and their dynamics and the players playing their characters right (even when you want to scream at them not to) and the DM giving them the consequences to their actions, overall its great.
I love watching you experience this series because I have not been able to bully any of my irl friends or family into watching it yet and I love being able to see people experience things that I enjoy and talk to them (or smile smugly at them) about what happens in it.
TL;DR FUCK YEAH PRIME DEFENDERS and thanks for letting me talk about it with you
OUUAGGHHH the story of prime defenders is such a visceral experience, especially because im going through it for the first time,, entirely blind,, with no spoilers. like. this is genuinely rewiring my brain or some shit because the last time i was so hyperfixated on a piece of media was 2020
and OUGUGUHG the characters. i've never seen such strong characterization before in my life. like (SPOILERS FOR ANYBODY WHO READS THIS , SEASON 2 EPISODE 16 )) dakota basically implying to the tricker that he'd let it take his body over ashe's?? fucking. stupid. but it's such a dakota thing to do. dakota, ever self-sacrificing.
honestly, the theme of change in general is very prominent here in every character and it's so impressive to watch it play out in real time. like. vyncent ? he's SO much stronger, emotionally, mentally, and physically, now than he is in season 2. he's gone from a homesick kid to a slightly less homesick kid-- because he's found a new home and he got his closure (or at least, most of it) and i UAUAUGH.
william?? his entire arc?? genuinely gives me chills every time he Has A Moment in this season.
but AUUGUGHG there is something in the water with dakota cole. only character i htink about ever actually.
but yeah endy i really appreciate talking to you about pd and just. in general <33 you're a really epic cool person in general and i love seeing you pop up on my screen :D
this is also nice because i have only one irl who knows of jrwi and i've started calling everything a jrwi reference and i think they're genuinely close to strangling me(affectionate?). and even if your ominous asks scare me they're so AAAA and they make the experience of watching pd that much funner <333 thank you endy heart emoji
also AUGUUGUGH IM SO SCARED BY THAT OTHER ASK YOU SENT. FOR WHEN I FINISH THE EPISODES 'BLACK' 'WHITE' AND 'GREY'. IM SOSSOSOO SCARED. AUGUGUHGHU. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EXPLODES YOU
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hii!!!! assuming ur still takin requests for that writing game, could u do cingulomania w/ ethan winters?
LOVED the heisenberg one btw I'm abt to reblog it and express my adoration for ur writing it is soo good <333
and so u don't have to go look through that whole big post, here's the definition for u :] "cingulomania: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms."
Hi there! First off I am SO sorry for how long this took for me to churn out, this ask got sent around the time I started tech week at my college for a show and then, of course, the show itself overtook my life. Oops lol....anyhow!! I decided to go a more hurt/comfort route with this so it got a little angsty, hope that's okay!! Still has a happy end (because God knows our poor guy Keithan Splinters deservers it..)
Also plot note: reader somewhat takes the place of Mia in the Resident Evil timeline (sorry babygirl), this drabble takes place post-RE8
CW for themes of identity crisis, self-hatred, and things like the such
((Send me a vocab word and a resident evil character and I’ll write a little drabble!!))
“Can you hold my hand? Please?”
Ethan’s tone surprised you. You yourself felt rather sunny. It was hard not to, what with the baby blue sky brushed with cottony clouds and a summer breeze that just tickled your skin enough to be pleasant on such a warm day. The scent of fresh sandwiches and fruit slices and homemade cheesecake (Ethan’s favorite) wafted by on the wind. What made the day even more perfect was that the two of you had somehow managed to secure this spot alone. Despite the field you settled your picnic in being near a public hiking trail, there wasn’t another soul in sight. Usually Ethan enjoyed this. People weren’t his thing, especially not as of late. He much preferred spending his time with just you and Rose, who was fast asleep in her baby basket beside the two of you, her little nose scrunching up when it caught pollen on the breeze.
The day itself was planned out as perfectly as you could hope. Along with lunch, you packed books and a deck of cards to play with later on and you wore a neat little outfit. Ethan was dressed similarly in a blue-dotted button-up and earthy slacks, but despite his trimmed appearance, you could tell how distressed he was. That, and the mere cadence of his request. He seemed so despondent. He had been, ever since returning from Europe to the states. You really couldn’t blame him, after what he’d endured just to get Rose back. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been through a lot, either, but Ethan had arguably suffered just as badly, if not more.
Especially since he learned of his genetic reform.
“Sure, bug,” you murmured, stretching your hand towards him.
Ethan, with glazed eyes that couldn’t quite reach yours, grazed his skin against your fingers. You pulled him fully into your grasp. He didn’t feel cold, but he definitely didn’t feel as warm as you expected him to. He just felt stagnant.
“You okay?” you poked, searching his face for any hint of what turmoil lied behind it.
“Mm.” Ethan replied curtly. You sighed. By now, you were used to his non-responses, but it didn’t change the fact that you were still saddened that he wouldn’t talk to you.
“That doesn’t sound very okay,” you murmured, trying to be gentle but also, and quite frankly, fed up with him closing you off like you hadn’t been married for literal years.
When Ethan remained silent, you felt your heart sink like stone and let go of his hand–that is, until he tightened his own grip. When you looked back at him, there was the unmistakable red glow of tears threatening at the corners of his eyes. Immediately, you felt bad for dismissing him before.
“Ethan?” you asked.
“I’m afraid.”
You brushed a stray tuft of blonde hair from his face. “Of what, darling?”
This time, in addition to a trembling breath, you got a full sentence. “What if I’m not me anymore?”
A frown tugged at your lips. “Of course you’re you. What are you talking about?”
“I’m not human anymore.” Ethan’s voice was quiet. It was tinged with palpable tension.
“You’re human enough,” you assured him. “Maybe not anatomically. But you can still move and talk and think, can’t you? And love.”
“And hurt.” It sounded like something was stuck in his throat. “I-I don’t know what I am anymore.”
“You’re Ethan,” you said decisively. “Nothing else matters. You still feel like yourself, right?”
“I don’t know.” Ethan looked up at you suddenly, his piercing eyes wide and wild. “I don’t remember how I’m supposed to feel. Do you know how many times I’ve been cut and stabbed and shot and-and ripped apart, only to be-to be fucking stitched back together like some freakish monster? I haven’t felt like anything but a monster for years!”
A silence had overcome you. Even the gentle sound of the breeze felt like an intruder. You wet your lips and averted your gaze. Ethan had let go of your hand again at was staring at his wrist. The first place he’d been destroyed.
“I’m…sorry,” you finally settled on. What else were you supposed to say?
“You weren’t supposed to know that,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t fix it. Fix me.” You watched his fingers flex back and forth. You could still make out the numerous scars and scratches forever etched deep into the fungal layers of his skin, even if they had grown fainter with time.
“You’re right.”
Ethan looked at you, startled at your agreement.
“I can’t,” you continued. “I don’t think anyone can fix you. I think that you have changed. But so have I. And so has Rose…all of us are different after the Baker house, and the village, and Evelyn, and…everything. Did I ever tell you about my nightmares?”
“Your…nightmares,” Ethan wracked. You laid your hand over his.
“I dream about the Bakers every night. Even after all this time, I still see them in my mind. That’s my scar.”
“You…” His mouth had gone dry. Feeling like you had guilted him a little harder than you meant to, you backtracked.
“My point is, we’re both different people. But what matters is that, in the most important ways, we’re still the same. I still love you, just like when we met. I hope you love me the same.”
“I do,” he said quickly. “More than anything.”
“So you’re still Ethan.” Your hands gravitated towards his strong jaw, and you smiled. For the first time in a long time, you saw a lightness enter his eyes.
“Maybe…” It wasn’t a full confirmation. But it was something.
“Besides,” you teased lightly, “I like all of your scars. Makes you look like an action hero.”
“Gee, thanks. I’ve always wanted to be one of those stunt guys.”
“There he is,” you giggled. “There’s that sarcastic guy I fell in love with.”
Ethan huffed, but the deep creases of his face had softened, and you aided their slack with a kiss to a pink cut across the bridge of his nose.
“But seriously,” you murmured as you laid your lips along the other marks on his face, “I will kiss every single scar and scrape on your beautiful body if I have to.”
“And what would that prove, hm?”
“That I’ll never stop loving you. No matter what you look like, or what you are, or whatever’s going on with you. You are so, so perfect, Ethan Winters. And I love you more than anything on this godforsaken earth, even if it doesn’t seem to love you back.”
Ethan chuckled softly and squeezed your hands.
“Thank you, honey.” He planted a kiss just on your forehead, and you smiled. “I love you, too.”
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Moira!! Just saw the post from mid November about your wips and dealing with the pressure of finishing them, and just wanted to say, I hope you find a way to be gentle with yourself about it. Everything you’ve ever written is so precious and amazingly crafted, emotional and healing – let yourself experience at least a fraction of that in the creation process, please! I've been checking in for an update of Stardust Eyes methodically once a week since last chapter, but even if you post the next chapter three years from now, even if you never find the right way to finish it, it will still bring so so much GOOD emotions and joy (and yeah, angst - the good kind) on every reread - and there have been many. I might be extra emotional because I just finished rereading (seelonce) mayday yesterday, but my point is... Thank you for that beam of hope you bring with your writing - it means so much!
hey I'm responding ten years later but thank you so much for this! <333 I read this when you sent it and it made my heart very warm and fuzzy inside.
You know it's all a result of linking your value to what you produce and like, we live in a society etc etc. There is not a lot of space for art these days, of any sort, but even less for free art. If it doesn't support a financial goal or capitalism grind, it is lesser then. And I'm playing a hypocrite there because I do have professional goals in mind etc, so dealing with unfinished works is making me question my craft and abilities at all time. It also feels like I'm letting people down, and I'm sure a lot of writers feel like that. I guess we're all a bit neurotic about writing our silly little stories. anyway, I overshared there sorry. But I'm really grateful for your generous words, it means so so much to me. I can't tell you how many times I've felt discouraged about a story and reading back some of the comments people have left me is fueling the motivation again. And even if I have my suspicions, I wish you'd come out of anon so I could squish you into a proper hug! but in any case thank you, I hope you have a merry end of the year <3333
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hey!! i was wondering if u could mayb do a ray toro smut w fem!reader? so like the readers in the band and she kisses someone on stage (like how gee and frank used to) and basically ray gets jealous because he has a thing for her and after the show they are sharing a hotel room bc they have to (one bed trope oml). ray blurts out smth abt how he cant believe she kissed however shes like why and he kisses her and one thing leads to another... can u pls make ray the dom? like rough but still loving?
i love ur work sm <333
Wrecked and Jealous
Pairing: Ray Toro x Fem!Reader
Summary: You share a heat-of-the-moment kiss with Frank on stage, and it sets Ray off. After the show, you have to share a bed with Ray, and he has little choice but to tell you the truth.
Warnings: NSFW content
Tags: mild angst, jealous sex, nipple play, rough sex
Word Count: 2858
A/N: I have written so much within the past four days. It's been insane. After having awful writer's block, I'm abusing my passion for writing while I have it. Also, the reader is basically Matt Cortez in this. I love Matt.
For as long as you’d known the band, you never thought you’d be playing on stage with them for thousands of adoring fans, listening from a few feet away as they screamed lyrics back to Gerard as he pranced around the stage. You’d seen dozens of their shows, but playing one was a different story. When Mikey got married and decided to take a break, their choice for a substitute was unanimous, picking their very own guitar tech–you.
Of course, you were flattered, and with a bit of convincing, you decided to join them on stage, feeling more grateful than ever that you had bothered to learn bass. Even though they were told to pick a touring musician, or at least someone with “a little more experience,” the band stood firm, insisting that it had to be you. They felt more comfortable having a friend on stage, especially after knowing you for several years already, though one of them pushed harder than the others.
Ray had convinced not only their manager, but you, that you were a perfect substitute, swearing up and down that the fans would love you–and they did. Admittedly, you moved a bit more than Mikey did, and while you didn’t have Frank’s level of energy, you still put on a show like the rest of them. You didn’t have to do much to get them screaming, and if you didn’t have them at the start, you’d have them hooked with Give ‘Em Hell, Kid.
Playing aside, any interaction with Frank sent them into a frenzy. Not that either of you minded; working with Frank for so long had made you pretty close friends, and he had a blast messing around with you. When he wasn’t rolling around on stage, he was brushing up against you like a cat and resting his head on your shoulder, practically hanging off of you while you played.
People loved it, and it didn’t take long for them to start shipping you guys, much to Ray’s dismay. From across the stage, he’d watch as you fooled around with Frank, how he made you laugh any time he’d try to pick you up, and the way you’d kick your legs with a wide smile on your face as he dragged you around. Occasionally, your skirt would ride up, exposing your bare thighs and a little more curve than what’s appropriate, riling up the teenage crowd as they saw a nearly half-naked girl for the first time. Ray had to side with the crowd, getting flustered at the sight, though he felt a pang of jealousy that Frank was the cause of it.
It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, trying to keep in mind that you and Frank were just friends. This worked for a little while, until one particular show when Frank got one hell of an adrenaline rush and made a rash decision. Between two songs, he ran up to you at full speed, hands planted firmly on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips crashing against yours in a heat-of-the-moment kiss. This wasn’t a light peck either; your arms wrapped around his neck, almost immediately–as if it were a common occurrence, Ray noted–passionately tugging him closer.
As anyone could’ve guessed, the fans lost their minds, hooting and hollering as you pulled away, giving him a smile and a playful shove. Gerard was shocked, giving the two of you a look while the next song started up, one of surprise rather than annoyance. Ray, on the other hand, had an obvious look of distaste, trying to ignore the very steamy kiss he had to witness between the girl he liked and his bandmate.
He played the rest of the show in a bitter mood; you and Frank got along swell though, making his jealousy increase tenfold. Thankfully, the show ended soon after, and Ray wanted nothing more than to hide away in his hotel room and hopefully not think of you. Tonight was not in his favor though, because all he could do was think about you, watching you closely on the way there while you chatted with Gerard–and still, not him.
You weren’t intentionally ignoring him, he just seemed upset and distant, and you didn’t want to ask about it with the guys around. The trip back to the hotel wasn’t long, so you’d be able to sit him down sooner or later.
When you entered the lobby, Ray went up right away to get the keys, mentally drained and seeking solace in the form of a warm bed. This seemed fine at first, the rest of you standing around chatting about the show, only to be interrupted with some unfortunate news.
“They overbooked,” Ray announced, a bit frustrated at the situation. “They can give us three rooms, which means someone will be alone, and the rest of us have to share.”
Bob immediately piped up, “Dibs on the single.”
No one bothered to argue, save for a sigh from Ray. Frank was next to speak, “I’ll share with Gerard.”
That was fair, the two of them shrugging casually, leaving you and Ray to share as well. He gave you a tight-lipped smile, trying to hide his annoyance as he handed you a key, the rest of the guys already piling into the elevator.
“There are two beds, right?” you asked, trying to be conscious of his comfortability, but he took it to heart, giving a hostile shrug. Okay, weird. He was usually optimistic, and he never cared about having to share a bed with anyone else–maybe it was because of you.
He fumbled nervously with the key as you reached the door, and you offered to try, only seeming to annoy him more. He ignored you and pushed the door open a bit too hard, guilt flashing in his eyes as you jumped from the bang it made as it hit the wall. A soft apology was on the tip of his tongue, but so was an envious outburst, so he kept his mouth shut and walked inside.
Your eyes widened as you stepped in, “Oh shit.”
One bed. No futon, no couch, and not even a large bed at that–a double, with four stiff pillows and a slim chance that you wouldn’t be touching. He let out an exasperated sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if there would be another place to sleep when they opened. To make matters worse, it was freezing, which meant you’d have little choice but to huddle together.
You let Ray dwell on his misfortune for a moment, leaving him to check the closet for extra blankets while you changed in the bathroom. You could hear him curse through the wall, and you hustled to see what was wrong this time.
“The thermostat doesn’t work,” he told you, and sure enough, it wouldn’t budge. Of course, you had only packed shorts and t-shirts to sleep in, so you miserably accepted an icy death. You sighed in disappointment, climbing under the covers as he undressed in front of you. Flushing, you stared up at him, a bit shocked at his shamelessness. He only raised his eyebrows at you, shucking off his jeans and reaching into his bag for a pair of sweatpants. Your eyes flickered down to his waist, and then a little further, unabashedly tracing the prominent outline in his boxers.
Ray pretended not to notice, not after the stunt that Frank pulled earlier. Maybe he would have made a sly comment about it on another day, but he was still overcome with hurt and jealousy, getting into bed and staying as far away from you as possible. He managed to make the already chilly room colder, his pessimism starting to get to you as you turned around, your back to his.
The room was dark, and though you couldn’t see him, you could feel each of his movements. Ray wouldn’t stop shifting around, tugging the blanket off of you as he tried to get comfortable. After about five minutes of tug of war, you finally snapped. “What is your problem?”
Your tone surprised him, but he continued to ignore you, not in the mood to have a heart-to-heart–especially not with you. Annoyed, you sat up and flicked the table lamp on, receiving a huff from him.
“Ray.”
“What?” he answered flatly.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to hide the impatience in your voice, although you were genuinely concerned about him.
He sighed, “Nothing.”
You tried again, voice more stern. “Ray.”
Finally, he sat up against the headboard, eyes darting down to where you had your arms crossed, incidentally pushing your chest up–you weren’t wearing a bra either, making him wonder if your shirt was that tight earlier or just now. This wasn’t the time to be checking you out though, and he gave another stubborn, “What?”
You didn’t give in, eyes narrowed as you waited for him to answer. One staring contest later, he heaved a sigh and ran a hand down his face.
“I can’t believe you kissed him.”
Your expression softened, “What do you mean?”
“Frank,” he said. “You kissed him.”
Shaking your head in confusion, you tried to figure out what the issue was. “Why do you care?”
“Because I–”
The words got caught in his throat from there, shutting his eyes and sighing softly before cupping your cheek and pulling you in for a heated kiss. It didn’t last long, his common sense kicking in quick, and he broke away. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, looking at you worriedly.
You didn’t answer–not verbally, anyway–bringing him back in by the nape of his neck. His lips were soft, clashing perfectly with the way they moved, fierce and biting, his grip on your jaw unwavering. You gave a soft gasp when he pulled away, gently tugging on your bottom lip before swiping his tongue across it. He sighed against your lips as you slid your hands down his bare chest, delicately running your nails over his skin. Languidly, your tongue slipped past the seam of his lips, your light movements soon corrupted by his more fervent ones.
Ray’s fingers danced across the hem of your shirt, caressing the sliver of skin below it before gliding his hands under the thin fabric. His hands were warm, and slightly calloused, contrasting against your skin, smooth and cold from the frigid room.
“You’re cold,” he mumbled, pulling away.
You nodded, grinning like a minx. “Warm me up then.”
Eagerly, he complied, tugging you down against the pillows. His lips latched onto your neck, leaving wet kisses galore, with a periodic nip at your clear skin, soon to house faint marks that would remind you of Ray for days to come. His hands cupped your breasts beneath your shirt while his mouth trailed down your collarbones, thumbs sweeping across your nipples eliciting a quiet gasp from you.
The minute he pulled away, you tugged your shirt off, craving his touch once more. His lips landed back on yours, kissing you hot and messy before ducking back down to your chest, staring breathlessly at your bare skin, on display for him alone. He wasted no time kissing across the newly exposed skin, hands planted on your waist while his lips ghosted across one of your nipples, his warm breath making you shiver.
He wet his lips, holding your gaze as he swirled his tongue around it, missing the mark every time in a way that was almost impressive. In a single broad stroke, he ran his tongue flat against it, making you arch, pushing yourself further against him. His hands pushed you back down as he continued to work his tongue against you, unforgiving and just shy of overwhelming, closing his lips around the bud and coming off almost as quick.
He didn’t stop there, swapping sides and lapping at your nipple once more, each moan and sigh going straight to his dick as he worked his tongue against you. His hands dug into your sides, holding you against the mattress in an authoritative way, arousal seeping through your panties. With the way he used his mouth, you could only imagine how it’d feel between your legs, but that was a task for another time.
Slowly, he pulled off, your grip on his shoulders tightening and he stared down at you, eyes wide and lips slick with saliva. His expression alone had you wanting more, needing to see the look in his eyes as he fucked you, his grip tight and thrusts harsh as he pounded you into the mattress.
Ray tugged down your sleep shorts, watching your expression for uneasiness, but only finding desperation. You had seen him play a million times, eyes transfixed on his hands during shows, and just the thought of him using them on you sent arousal flooding through you. He ran the pads of his fingertips across your panties, damp from where you had soaked through, nearly moaning knowing you were this wet for him, not for Frank or Gerard, or anyone else–just for him.
Hastily, he pulled those down too, and you let out a hiss as you were fully exposed to the cool air. Ray had no problem warming you up as instructed earlier, one hand on your jaw to keep you from looking away, the other sweeping through your wet folds. He savored every sound you made, fueling his desires as he pushed his fingers inside of you. They were thicker than yours, filling you nicely as he worked them, stretching you out before you tried to take him. If his fingers were anything to go by, you were in for a long night.
His impatience got to him, and even though he had a lovely view watching you writhe and moan from just his fingers, he would kill to see you fall apart on his cock. You were in no way opposed to it, bucking your hips into his hand as his thumb rubbed your swollen clit, needing more with each passing second.
“Please,” you mumbled out, moaning against his lips as he kissed you.
He understood, not needing more than a small plea to take his fingers back, the whine you let out playing on repeat as he wriggled out of his sweatpants and boxers, kicking them off as his cock stood proud before you. God, was he a sight for sore eyes, looking like he walked straight out of an erotica novel, dribbling precum as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him while he lined himself up between your legs.
Before he pushed in, he paused, knowing this was an inopportune moment to bring it up, but he craved reassurance. “You’re not… there’s no one else, right?”
You shook your head, shooting him a small grin, “Nope, just you.”
A sweet smile graced his face, kissing you once before thrusting in. He gave you a moment as he pushed in completely, waiting for a sign to keep going. A gentle nod and he kicked into gear, his hips snapping roughly against yours. His hands migrated to your hips, his grip firm as he pounded into you at a ruthless pace. Despite the powerful force he used, his eyes were gentle, making sure that you still wanted this.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, gaze lingering on your half-lidded eyes and kiss-bitten lips, slick and swollen as he kissed you.
Struggling to find words through your lust drunk haze, you pulled him closer, arms slung around his neck as you moaned against him, muscles winding tight from his relentless rhythm. Reluctantly, he pulled away, watching in awe as you came undone below him, breath stalling as he gave a few strong thrusts and slid out, coating your stomach in pure sin.
Exhaustion hung heavy in the room, the low temperature getting to you once more as you reached over to Ray, who laid flat on his back as he caught his breath.
“You okay?” he asked faintly, handing you a tissue from the nightstand to clean up the mess. You mumbled a small ‘thanks,’ unsure of how to answer.
You’d always been fond of him, typically talking to him more than the other guys, and spending as much time around him as you could. Your feelings hit you like a brick, realizing all the little things you did for him, unaware that it was because you were interested in him. Sure, you knew you felt differently about him compared to everyone else, but you never dwelled on it too much. You liked him, and he liked you too, which sounded pretty damn good in your opinion, smiling softly as you looked over at him.
“Is this a dream?” you asked, curling into his chest.
“If it is, I hope I never wake up,” he told you, pressing a sleepy goodnight kiss to the top of your head, holding you close just in case he woke up in the morning and you were gone. You didn’t mind, arms wrapped tightly around him as you slipped away into a peaceful slumber, happy to be held in the dark of the night.
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bodyguard!osamu who gives you more confidence than anyone else <33 at those fancy events where he looks more like your date than your bodyguard and you’ve got to give a speech of thanks or recognition or something, your hands are shaking on the car ride there and and samu takes one hand off the wheel and covers your hand, thumb caressing your knuckles without looking away from the road “sweetheart, yer gonna be perfect. i’ll be right there front and centre darlin’” and you feel the nerves slip away <3333 he also cooks for u, and the chef for the estate is like 🤬🤬 but u can’t imagine any food other than samu’s tasting better <333 sometimes you make him feed you breakfast when u have to wake up early 🤭🤭 also him sitting next to you in lectures and everyone’s staring at him cause he’s so big and exudes sexy energy 😔😔😔 got carried away i apologise
oh my gosh please your brain is so big and i didn't want to reply to this bc the night before you sent this i wrote out 2k to the beginning of a bodyguard samu fic but didn't know if it was a phase and didn't want to jinx it but sadly it seems it was a phase bc its been untouched since so please take this. would like to preemptively apologize bc this kinda got angsty
The buildings you pass are familiar, your home that you've learned to love, and the smell of Osamu and his presence is reassuring, but still, you cannot help but fidget in your seat. You've never done this before, accepted an award after your family graciously donated to the city's local philharmonic, but according to your father, it is high time for you to learn your duties.
You've rehearsed your speech over and over again to Osamu in between mandated (by him) snack breaks. There's a small indent of his butt on the corner of your bed where he patiently listened, grabbing your wrist when you got too anxious, and jumping up for a high five when you finished it fumble-free for the first time.
Yet this is different. This is real. It's one thing to perform in front of Osamu. He makes you nervous, but in a different way that you've not had time to place any thought on because at the end of the day, you know he is safe. He'll protect you. No, it's not in front of Osamu, but a whole crowd of elites-- important people with money and presence and social status and--
"What're ya doing?" Osamu asks. You blink, hardly recognizing your bodyguard pluck your fingers from your lips where you've played with your acrylics between canines. Glancing up, you notice that you're parked on the street in front of a bank. The cloudy day is ominous and the blinking timer of the meter only heightens the anxiousness in you.
"What if--" but you can't quite complete the sentence, and simply shake your head. "I'm fine. Don't worry, Osamu. Come on." You tap the gear stick, "we're going to be late."
Fearful of the power of words, you keep the thoughts in your head. So you worry your lip instead. You take comfort of rolling it between your front teeth, the plush skin giving softly, a dumbbell to a pillow.
"Hey now," Osamu says, "Sweetheart, stop that."
He takes your face, his index and middle finger come first, tracing your jaw backwards until he hooks them behind your neck. The rest of his hand follows and now your neck is caught plush between his two, large palms. It always takes you aback whenever you feel the softness in his hold. He's messy and unorganized and he has a laugh that comes out in stormy bellows that come straight from his gut. The butlers call him unrefined and he still does not know the difference between a viola and a violin, but there's always been a delicacy with how he handles you.
His thumb travels the expanse of your cheek. With the way he holds you, you cannot help but look at him. There's a divot in his brow and it makes your heart crumple at the worry. He's your bodyguard, but there's something about Osamu troubling over you, doing his job, that makes you feel shame. He makes you happy and you don't want him to be anything but.
"Quit hurting my precious cargo," he whispers, eyes on your lips. The blunt edge of his nail traces the outline of your mouth before pressing into the plumpest part to pull it from your teeth. Your bottom lip bounces back into a pout. It's not intentional. No, maybe it is. He laughs at the cute gesture, almost sounding enamored. Even now, his gaze never leaves your mouth and your eyes can't leave his. He breathes in, a sharp inhale that pulls you closer.
"Osamu," you start but the sound of his name breaks him out of his trance. His gaze meets yours and he looks guilty, like a child caught doing something bad and before you can speak, he quickly talks over you.
"Ya gonna be perfect up there, alright?" And he breathes again, haggard this time. Clumsy movements follow, as if suddenly he has no idea what to do with his hands. They slide down your neck to grip your shoulders and he gives them a squeeze. With a small smile, he settles on that, focusing on where his hands are placed. "I'll be right there front and center."
"You promise?"
Osamu takes the chance to move back. You lean forward but it's not enough to fill the space he's put between you.
"I promise," he says with his eyes on the road. He starts the car, checks his blind spot, and the both of you are back on schedule, bank in the background.
He promises, but already, it feels like he's breaking it.
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