#i started writing this yesterday and so it's slightly rough BUT i stand by it all !!
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🧡 The Past and Pending 🐎
jo & young claire fic - 4.7k - rating: G - canon compliant - read on ao3
Jo watches the family hold hands over her shitty bar food and close their eyes in grace, in prayer. Even when they’re all hungry they take the moment to thank their god for their meal. Claire looks like a little blonde angel as she mouths along to her father’s amen. Jo supposes she once looked like that, too.
16th May, 2004. Nine years to the day since Jo's father's death, she is nineteen and working her usual shift in the Roadhouse bar. The Novak family stop by during a summer storm as they travel through the state, and Jo has the chance to bond with a seven year old Claire over horses, their love for their fathers, and leather jackets.
written for my 2024 jo's joyous birthday celebrations!! prompts were orange, horse girl, and leather jacket, which were fun to weave in. enjoy <3
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16th May 2004.
It’s been a slow day at the Roadhouse, the tepid May heat turning beers warm but the bouts of summer rain keeping Jo from her usual restless walks outside. The bar is gloomy and a little stifling and it’s nine years to the day since the death of her father.
By the evening Jo is working the bar, in view of the entrance. Every time the door scrapes open and the creaky floorboard goes, she is hit with one of two alternating images. The first is her father, home from his hunt, leather jacket fitted on his solid body with a smile on his face. His arms are spread wide waiting for her hug. Each time it is not him, she is forced to remember how his leather jacket is hanging emptily from a hook behind the bar and that every time she pictures his face she gets it a little more wrong.
The second image is of Uncle Bobby, hunched and sad, his grief silhouetted in the doorway light as he brings the sorry news. Her dad’s leather jacket in his hands, all that was left of him. What news does he bring this time? How many dead? The first image fills her with sorrow, the second with fear, both memories rising to the surface on the anniversary like crumbs in beer.
Jo mindlessly wipes down the bar, any tears that land on the countertop instantly disappearing beneath the cloth. It’s just one of those days. Ellen is in the back, unpacking the delivery that came in the morning, also quieter than usual. At least they’re not screaming at each other. That’s something.
The front door scrapes the floor as it swings open and Jo is called back to the present. She brushes her eyes once with the back of her hand, the one holding the rag, as if she’s only wiping sweat from her forehead. When she turns to face the new customers Jo knows no one will be able to tell she was crying. She’s good at things like that.
“Heya, what can I get for you?” she calls over the bar, and then instantly sighs as she sees the newcomers. Neither of the images in her head have materialized, but a third, more frustrating one has: civilians.
A man and a woman, married, but still fairly young, hover uncertainly in the doorway. The wife’s hair is that uninteresting midway between blonde and brunette, cut sensibly to her shoulders but clearly styled. The husband’s hair is much darker and would probably curl if not for his serious and slick side parting. The first thing Jo notices about them is their hair because this is the most immediately interesting thing about them; other than that, they look incredibly boring. Normal.
Then, from behind the man’s legs, peers a young girl. A child with a sweet tangerine gingham dress and curious eyes, maybe seven or so. Jo watches the girl take in the Roadhouse, with its burly, surly hunters hunched uninvitingly over tables marked with the questionable stains from fights and alcohol which make every surface slightly sticky.
The husband is shaking his head, gesturing round at the bar with a displeased hand. “We should go,” Jo catches him saying, “this isn’t our kind of establishment.”
Jo is too used to this happening to be offended. Besides, she always thinks why cater to civilians anyway, when they’re a hunter bar first and foremost?
But the wife stands her ground. “She needs to eat, Jimmy. We all need a break, we’ve been driving for so long. And the sooner we get home, the sooner we outrun that storm.”
Jimmy sighs, then nods. The trio shuffle awkwardly towards the bar, the child nervous at her father’s heels. She’s very blonde, as blonde as Jo.
“I know we look like it, but we don’t bite,” Jo says, mainly to the girl. She earns the trace of a smile for her troubles.
Jimmy has the decency to look a little regretful. “I’m sorry, it’s been a… long drive. We haven’t had to travel quite this far before.”
“Well, that’s what the Roadhouse is here for. What can I get you?”
The options are limited, so it doesn’t take long for the family to decide on burgers, fries, and juices all round. Jo manages to keep her face straight at the drinks order. Most of the Roadhouse clientele would drink the rainwater outside rather than order fruit juice. If it wasn’t obvious enough already, the glimmer of evening light making its way through the window catches on the cross pendant visible through the open top button of Jimmy’s collar, and confirms the family’s faith.
They go and find a table, choosing one by the window, to sit and drink their juices at. Jo sets about sorting the rest of their order, pottering about between the kitchen and the bar to serve it all up.
She’s halfway through plating the fries when movement catches the corner of her eye and she spins to see the young girl clambering up one of the high stools at the bar, the seat teetering a little under her weight.
“Hey,” Jo says, maybe a little meanly. Mostly caught by surprise. “What are you doing?”
The girl’s face falls into a round, guilty oh as she finally settles, kneeling, on the seat. “I just wanted to see what was behind.”
Jo nods, calming now that her initial panic at the girl’s movement has subsided. “That’s fine, just make sure you’re careful up there, alright? It’s a tall seat and you’re a—a small little body.”
“One day I’m going to be bigger and every seat in my house is going to be a tall seat,” the girl decides with a jut of her chin.
The comment hits Jo at such an angle it cracks her, and she barks out a laugh. “Sounds like a plan, kiddo. What’s your name?”
“Claire,” she answers. Then, with the precision of a child who has had politeness strongly instilled in her, asks, “and what’s yours?”
“Jo.”
“I thought that was a boy’s name.”
“It is,” Jo says. She gets a familiar burst of pride with it, but it feels awkwardly shallow with Claire looking up at her, so she follows with, “but it’s a girl’s name too. My full name is Joanna-Beth.”
Claire breathes a little woah . “That’s such a pretty name.”
“Huh. Um, thanks,” Jo manages. She’s never liked it, the way her mom only uses it in anger, the way her dad never used it. Joanna-Beth is someone else. Joanna-Beth is a bad daughter. Claire, though, doesn’t know any of that.
As Jo’s cheeks tinge pink, Claire’s mom comes hastening over, ready to lift Claire down from the bar stool and back to the table.
“Is she distracting you? I’m so sorry. Claire, love, come on—”
“No, it’s fine, really,” Jo placates earnestly. “I really don’t mind it. I was enjoying our chat.”
Claire beams at her. “So was I, mommy.”
Claire’s mom looks between the two of them—Jo wonders what goes on in her head as she does, two such naive-looking girls set against the backdrop of the Roadhouse—and then nods. “Well, you just give me or Jimmy a shout if you need a hand.”
“Thanks. I’m not great with kids, so I might need to,” Jo answers with a smile. It’s the truth; she’s never had much practice.
The woman raises a doubtful eyebrow. “Well, you seem to be doing a good job so far.”
Jo nods, unsure what to do with the praise.
“I’m Amelia, if you need me,” supplies Amelia instead.
“I’m Jo.”
“It’s short for Joanna-Beth,” Claire pipes up, the awe still palpable in her voice.
Amelia laughs, nodding, and runs a hand through Claire’s sleek pigtails. “Pretty name,” she tells Jo, before heading back to her husband at the table.
It’s the complement of the hour, it seems. Jo nods again, head bobbing unassuredly like one of the lame figures in Ash’s room, as she gets back to plating up the meals under Claire’s careful surveillance.
“You’ve got horses on your butt,” Claire says after ten full seconds of silence.
“What? Oh,” Jo laughs, turning in vain to glance at the horses embroidered over the back pockets of her jeans. She found them in the thrift store in town. They weren’t cheap, the horses stitched in mid-gallop over the pockets boosting the price considerably. But it’d felt wrong to leave the horses trapped in the sterile light of the thrift store. They deserve some warm lighting, Jo’d thought, where they can complete their run for freedom when no one is looking. The jeans are just a tad too small, so the plushy middle of her stomach bulges over them slightly, but she tries not to mind it. Anything for the horses.
“Do you like them?” she asks, wiggling her butt a little, much to Claire’s delight.
Jo normally keeps her movements minimal, behind the bar, knowing how hunters’ eyes glue grossly to all the places she’d least like them look. She often feels like somewhat of a dancing monkey because of it, but here it’s an innocent movement with no repercussions other than Claire’s laughter.
“They’re so fun. I wish my dress had horses on like yours,” Claire says with a plaintive sigh which sounds amusingly beyond her years.
“You like horses?”
Claire nods eagerly. “For my next birthday mommy says I can have a riding lesson.”
“Woah! That’s so cool!” Jo says, and she’s genuinely quite excited at the idea. “I’m jealous, I wish I could ride. Then I could saddle up and go wherever I wanted all by myself.” California, she’d decided sometime long ago. Or maybe Arizona. Just somewhere west of this wasteland.
“I’ll come back and teach you once I know,” Claire answers, so earnestly Jo knows she fully believes it.
Somehow, she can see it: Claire with her little arms crossed staring up at Jo perched precariously on a horse, calling instructions up to her. “I’d like that,” she says with a grin. “Where will you ride to, once you can ride absolutely anywhere?”
Claire considers the question deeply, the cogs whirring away visibly behind her eyes. “Well, I’d have to teach daddy and mommy how to ride too. I don’t want to go anywhere without them. But then I don’t mind.”
Jo hums. It’s a cute image, the three of them as one family riding off into the sunset. Not lost, because they’re together. It feels distant, familiar in the way the memories of a dream are; foreign. Whenever she has those fantasies of riding away now, she’s alone. She supposes that wasn’t always the case.
“That sounds real lovely,” she finally gets out, staring down at the burger she has started stacking. She hadn’t really realized she was doing it, just running on automatic. Thinking of her father and running on automatic, the story of her life since she lost what Claire still has.
But Claire’s concentration has dwindled and she wriggles in her seat. “Are you going to be done soon? I’m starving .”
“Hey, you’re the one distracting me!” Jo rebuts, shaking her head clear with an exaggerated sigh for Claire’s benefit. “But tell you what, I have an idea to help you grow bigger so you can always sit on the tall seats.”
“What?” Claire asks, perking back up with excitement.
Jo hunkers down to Claire’s level on the bar, resting her chin on her arms so they’re completely eye to eye. “If you help me carry the food to your table it’ll be like lifting weights and then you’ll get big and strong,” she says, voice low like she’s letting Claire in on a secret.
“You mean it’s ready?”
Jo pulls away with a roll of her eyes and fishes the basket of burger and fries from the countertop to present them on the bar. Impatiently, Claire reaches out to grab one, but Jo bats gently her hands away.
“Hey, kiddo, gotta get down from the seat first.”
“I can do it myself!” Claire protests.
But still, she doesn’t struggle as Jo comes around from behind the bar and helps lift her to the floor, Claire steadying herself against Jo’s arms. Once her feet have touched the floor, she prods at Jo’s toned tricep again with a podgy finger.
“Your arm isn’t soft,” she points out, rather frankly.
Jo gives her arm a squeeze in the same place Claire just did, to feel for herself. She always thinks she is too soft, too willowy; china doll in a bull farm. So although she trains as much as she can, shooting with her bow and arrow in the yard and sparring with the other hunters when they pass through, it never feels like enough. At least Claire thinks differently.
“It’s because it’s all muscles,” she explains. She give the smooth, plushy skin of Claire’s arm a gentle poke in return. “See, you just haven’t got any yet.”
Claire frowns as she squints down at the difference between them. “I didn’t think girls could have muscles.”
Sometimes Jo looks at herself in the mirror and wishes she’d never trained at all. That she looked like all the other girls her age. Even like Claire. Here she is, jealous of a seven year old, yet knowing that this world of comparison is what Claire will inevitably grow into. Distantly and regrettably, she reminds herself of her mother.
“All girls can have muscle if they want to, and train enough,” she says, trying to keep her words on an even keel. It feels important. But she attempts to imagine little Claire in her gingham dress with muscly arms and fails.
Claire giggles, gorgeously oblivious as she jabs at Jo’s arm again. “None of the girls at school or Sunday school are like you, Jo.”
Her throat gets a little dry. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Just a thing,” Claire notes absently, before taking the basket of greasy food from Jo’s distracted hand and sauntering over to her family with it clutched tightly in her fists. She hands it straight to her dad, who runs an affectionate hand over his daughter’s head.
“Thank you, sweetheart, this looks very lovely,” he says patiently, as she scrambles over him and onto her own seat. “Have you been kind to the nice lady?”
Jo doesn’t like that word but doesn’t have time to deal with that, recovering as she is from Claire’s rapid-fire insights. She follows the kid to the table and slides Amelia and Claire their portions, receiving grateful smiles from both Amelia and Jimmy.
“Thank you,” the family chorus, their voices naturally falling in a pleasant harmony.
Jo’s voice is lonely in comparison as she asks if she can get them more drinks. They turn down the offer and thank her again, Claire’s eyes glued to her food now that it’s properly in front of her. Slowly, Jo returns to her spot behind the bar, unabashedly gazing at the family from across the room.
She watches them hold hands over her shitty bar food and close their eyes in grace, in prayer. Even when they’re all hungry, when Claire has confessed dramatically to starvation, they take the moment to thank their god for their meal. Jo doesn’t think any food prepared by her hands is really worth it, but the prayer comes out in a low and sincere murmur from Jimmy’s mouth. Claire looks like a little blonde angel as she mouths along to her father’s amen . Jo supposes she once looked like that, too.
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The next half hour passes with little incident, aside from a repeat round of whiskey for Shawn, Jake and Caleb in the far corner. Jo mainly watches Claire and her family eat their blessed dinner and chat, the flow easy between them. They don’t talk like most people in the Roadhouse do. They sound posher, somehow, their sentences free from apostrophes and curses. Jimmy eats his burger with a knife and fork.
Another shower of summer rain falls, the noise heavy on the Roadhouse roof. Jo expects it to pass, but instead the weather settles like that, a consistent rumble over the bar. The storm she heard Amelia mention earlier must have caught up with them, despite their desire to outrun it.
Jimmy and Amela must notice this too. They peer out of the window by their table into the ever-murkier evening, resignation growing on their faces.
“We need to make a move,” Jimmy says. “Get ahead of this before we get stuck.”
As if to emphasize the point, a crack of thunder echoes out around the Roadhouse. The sound travels potently over the flat Nebraska plains and the din of the first clap gives even the hunters in the corner a start. Claire lets out a small yelp and buries herself into her father’s side.
“It’s just thunder, sweetie,” Jimmy pacifies.
Claire mumbles something into his middle in return, but Jo can’t make it out.
“You guys finishing up?” she asks, walking over and clearing the baskets. “I’d head out before it gets worse.”
“Yes, we’d like to,” Amelia agrees, “but someone here is a little bit scared of the thunder.”
“I’m not scared,” Claire grouches, lifting a protesting head from her dad’s chest. Jo knows a liar when she sees one, knows it as she knows herself. “I just don’t want to get wet.”
Jo choses bravado and Claire choses nonchalance, but it looks like they both bury their fear. She remembers the performances she used to put on for her father to show she was capable enough to keep up with him, how loved it made her feel when he believed in her. An idea, easily shattered, starts growing in her mind, and she surges forward with it before it can break.
“So we gotta get you out to the car without getting wet, hmm?” Jo poses quizzically. Claire looks at her suspiciously, but nods along. “I have an idea,” Jo draws out, hands on hips. “We’ll have to go behind the bar to make it work…”
Claire leaps up from her seat, curiosity winning out over anything else. Jo hasn’t even got to ask Amelia and Jimmy’s permission, their looks of gratitude are already enough. They start gathering their jackets as Jo leads Claire around, to the tantalizing world behind the bar.
“Cool,” Claire whispers. It’s the closest thing to slang she’s said all day.
Jo smiles despite herself, then readies to go through with her idea. She’s sharing the one thing of her father’s which is truly hers. If it were anyone but Claire, she wouldn’t be doing it, but something about Claire makes it feel different—makes sharing feel more like a gift which grows rather than diminishes.
“This,” Jo says, gently lifting the supple material from where it hangs dutifully on its hook, “is my daddy’s leather jacket.”
She takes a deep breath and kneels beside Claire, offering the leather up to her for her little hands to touch. Despite the warmth of the day, the leather is still cool, and Claire’s smile grows as she slides her chestnut-sized palms along the smooth material.
The leather is brown and worn, but still in pretty pristine condition for a jacket now going on thirty years old. Jo doubts Claire even notices the small set of hand stitches around the collar from when she stupidly tore it and needed to fix it up. It had taken her a whole afternoon tucked away in her bedroom to stitch it back together, but she’d played her dad’s vinyls the whole while and the time had spun away quickly. Even her mom was impressed by Jo’s handiwork, in the end. This jacket is the one thing of her dad that Ellen lets Jo keep, and Jo keeps it well.
Claire’s blue eyes are wide and wondrous in her head. “It’s very nice,” she says shyly.
Jo smiles. “I know. And it’s really special to me, because my daddy isn’t around any more, so we’re going to take good care of it together.”
“Why isn’t your daddy around?” Claire asks, her forehead wrinkling with the question. She’s a kid clearly trained in courtesy, but the constant frankness to her questions give her a harder edge. If the questions didn’t sting so much, Jo would love it about her. Claire continues, “my daddy loves me so much I think he’ll be around forever.”
“Well,” Jo says carefully, slowly, stringing her words along the tightrope of her taut throat. “Sometimes it’s not a choice. My daddy died nine years ago.” She swallows the ‘today’ she could add onto the end of that sentence, feeling that detail might be a little too much for both of them in this conversation. “Here’s something I find very important to remember: just because someone leaves, doesn’t mean they stop loving you. And it doesn’t mean you stop loving them.”
Claire looks as if she might start chuckling, but then catches onto the sincerity in Jo’s tone. Her mouth falls open slightly and her plump fingers squeeze tighter at the leather jacket. “I don’t want my daddy to leave me.”
“I bet he won’t,” Jo says, placing her hands over Claire’s. They’re so small beneath her own. Warm too, like holding a little heart between her hands.
Jo looks up at Claire, at her sandy blonde hair tied neatly into pigtails and the pretty orange gingham of her summer dress. Seven years old and so sure her daddy will never leave her. It is only the crystal blue of Claire’s irises that differ from the umber of her own, but even then, Jo supposes that they both have their father’s eyes.
“I think we’ve got the best daddys in the world,” Jo whispers. “They love us all the time. When they’re out at the shops, when they’re away with work, when they’re up in heaven. They love us right now.”
She swallows, hard, blinking away the tears that are refracting rainbows in her eyes. There’s a burning in her throat but she’s glad she managed to say those words, to finally get them out into the precious ears of a young girl. She smiles. Her vision is still slightly watery but clearing when she realizes Claire is giggling, a sweet blush on her cheeks. Her laughter is light and bubbly, like a stream tumbling over rocks in the sun. Like if Jo bathed in it, she would feel clean.
“Come on, we can use my daddy’s leather jacket as an umbrella to run out to the car,” she says, the idea finally coming to fruition as she stands back up again and dusts the Roadhouse floor muck from her knees. “I’ll hold it over your head so you don’t get wet.”
Claire rolls her eyes, something Jo wasn’t sure seven year olds knew enough to do, but apparently so. “But then you’re going to get wet!”
“Don’t worry about me, I’m big and strong! I can take some rain.” Jo makes a performance of flexing her arms, the odd proportions of her wide-muscled shoulders and lean frame suddenly a cause for celebration rather than insecurity when looked at through Claire’s eyes.
“Hmm.” Claire ponders hard at Jo’s words, those cogs visibly turning again in her brain. “Okay. But you’ll have to be fast to keep up with me!”
The kid makes a dash for the door and is surprisingly speedy on her little legs, her gingham dress swishing behind her. Jo starts after her, pitching both arms upwards so the jacket hangs from them like a tent over Claire’s head. They dash out the front door and into the delicious rain, giggling all the way until it turns into full belly laughter. The lights of the car flash when Jimmy unlocks it, and Claire kicks up water as she runs to fling open the backseat door. Jo’s jeans are splattered with it, but the rain is coming down in sheets so her whole body is soon soaked through anyway.
Another roar of thunder booms across the open space but Claire doesn’t even notice, too busy sheltering under Jo’s jacket as she scrambles up into the car. Jo slides the leather jacket on to free up her hands and help Claire wriggle into the backseat. The girl is a step ahead of her, and clicks her seatbelt into place with a smug little grin at Jo.
“See, I am faster than you!”
Jo laughs, feeling rainwater pool in the corners of her mouth as she does so. “Okay, you win. But I did help keep you safe from all the horrible rain and thunder.”
“Yes, you did,” Claire concedes graciously. She clearly has a self-righteous streak. Smiling, she opens her arms wide for Jo to hug her, but Jo backs away.
“I’m very wet still, I don’t want to make you damp after all this.”
“Oh, okay,” Claire says, looking crestfallen. “But I want to hug you anyway.”
Jo pauses. “You sure?”
“Of course!” Claire says, the words come on, silly, evident in her tone.
Jo grins, and wraps her drenched, leathery arms around Claire. Squeezes her tight. With her face buried in Claire’s hair, she inhales the strong and familiar scent of strawberry shampoo, the kind she used to use when she was small. She’s got a young girl’s warm body in her arms, and the scent of her dad’s leather and her childhood shampoo mix in the May evening air.
“I want to be just like you when I grow up,” Claire’s voice whispers in her ear.
Jo wants to sob, but doesn’t. She instead gives Claire one last, big, humongous squeeze and untangles herself, her arms leaving damp patches across Claire’s dress. Claire doesn’t seem to mind, she’s only seven.
“I was just like you when I was small,” Jo manages to reply. She doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing anymore, or if it’s just—as Claire said—a thing. Some small part of her feels like she’s damning Claire as she says this, to a life like her’s. But then again—maybe it’s just a thing, and her life is neutral. There does not have to be a curse to pass on. She smiles. “It’s been really nice to meet you, Claire.”
“And it was nice to meet you too, Jo!”
They do a final high-five (Claire’s hands only spanning Jo’s palm) before Jo steps back into the rain proper, closing the car door in front of her with a wet thunk.
The driver’s door opens and shuts beside her, Jimmy having climbed behind the wheel. Amelia’s footsteps splash around to the far side of the concrete and then the whole family is sheltered in the car, safely stowed together behind the windows.
In the low lighting of the Roadhouse sign, for a moment Jo looks into Claire’s window and only sees herself, rain pouring down her face and shoulders wide enough to fill her father’s jacket. Then the driver’s window rolls down and Jo steps to meet it.
“Thank you,” Jimmy says. He has dark hair and a face she will meet again. “You were very good with her. Your parents should be proud.”
Jo goes to shake her head but then allows herself the nod, to tentatively agree. Her wet hair is plastered to her scalp, but the rain isn’t cold; it’s just right.
“Have a safe journey,” she calls. Then repeats herself as the man revs the engine so Claire, winding the window down too, can still hear her. “Have a safe journey!”
To where, Jo realizes she isn’t quite sure.
Both her and Claire wave like wild things as the car turns back out onto the road, Jo chasing the car for a few meters, to Claire’s growing grin. As the car pulls away Claire’s blonde pigtails are the last thing Jo can make out of her.
She stands there, in the parking lot outside the Roadhouse where the dust is being beaten into the road by the summer rain. The taillights of the car rumble out of view and Jo still stands, waving, unsure if she’s just met the past or future, until her mother comes and beckons her inside.
#i started writing this yesterday and so it's slightly rough BUT i stand by it all !!#this concept is so precious to me. my author's notes on ao3 go into that with more detail#this most defintely exists in the same universe as jo daily btw <3 fun to write her a little younger than i have before!#and write jo interacting with children... my heart#anyway i hope you enjoy reading another roadhouse jo fic from your roadhouse jo girlie#jo harvelle#claire novak#jimmy novak#jo & claire#spn fic#spn women#josjoyousbday#ola writes
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pirate!jongho x stowaway fem!reader drabble
warnings: mentions of blood & injuries
rating: 14+
note: i’ve never seen a specific pirate jongho fic written and i thought why not try and write smth myself :,D idk if this is actually good i kinda just threw words down and hoped for the best lmao… i’m not super good at writing lol- all and any feedback would be appreciated <3 if enough people enjoy it i might continue it :3 (i know i left at an awkward spot ;-;) so plz let me know what you think <33
do not copy, translate, steal, or revise my writing!!
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your head spun. you were dizzy and your vision was blurred. everything hurt. you knew you should probably try and stop the blood coming from the sword cut on your arm, but you were just so tired. you were in a safe enough spot. (as safe as you can be stowed away in an unknown vessel) you were hidden between two large crates with a rough cloth you had found covering your body. i’ll just rest my eyes for a moment… you thought to yourself taking deep breaths to try and calm your thundering heart. that moment turned to a few hours.
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you woke to the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the ladder that leads into the room you’re in. the one you fell down trying to get down earlier that day. earlier that day or yesterday… you can’t remember… everything just feels so fuzzy. you try to keep your breathing quiet as you hear the footsteps get closer. you shift slightly and barely keep down the cry that builds in your throat from moving. everything hurts and it just the smallest move made you want to go back to sleep that instant.
“can you check how full the water barrels are? im gonna check the crates” a man’s voice asked, it was deep but soft and if you weren’t in the situation you are in you might’ve wanted to hear him talk on and on. the footsteps came closer to your hiding spot and u held your breath hoping he’d not look to closely and see you. “yah the extra blankets fell again” he mumbled to himself, annoyed, as he grabbed the rough cloth off and revealed your hiding spot. “WOOYOUNG! COME HERE NOW” the man yelled as he grabbed your arm pulling you out from where u had been sitting. you were unable to hide your cry of pain when he pulled you to stand. you barely could, the world was spinning and your knees almost buckled after putting weight on your right foot. the other man, wooyoung, ran over quickly after hearing him call. “what the hell jongho-“ he stopped himself after seeing you. you were sure you looked terrible, probably covered in blood and barely able to stand on your own. “looks like we’ve got ourselves a stowaway.” jongho said. “and a girl too” wooyoung added. your heart felt like it was about to fly out of your chest, you hands were shaking and you tried to control your breathing “m’sorry-“ you rasped out, your voice scratchy and strained from little use. you whimpered in pain when jongho started to pull you towards the ladder that led out of the storage room. wooyoung was just watching, shocked. “come on woo, she’s obviously injured and we need to take her to captain.”
#jongho x reader#ateez x reader#ateez pirate au#pirate ateez#ateez x reader fluff#ateez x reader angst#ateez scenarios#ateez fluff#ateez smut#jongho smut#ateez x reader smut#ateez#my writing#oreowooyung#jongho#ateez fantasy au#ateez fantasy
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I honestly can’t remember if I’ve actually written out this ask before and either deleted it or sent it out into the universe, but can you write how the Sinclair brothers would react (or just bo😉) to seeing their clumsy s/o try to fix something on a rooftop and accidentally slipping off. Reader laughs it off or maybe they’re slightly hurt and the brothers are like 😑😠 they thought you were hurt! You could have been hurt! I just love that kind of drama lol
oh, i’m a clumsy critter through and through so i feel this one a little too personally. i’d love to indulge it with some sinclair love! ❤ (also, i used the initial prompt for bo’s drabble, but threw in some diff ideas for vin & les! they’re partially anecdotal because as i’ve said, i get myself in jackassery on a weekly basis lol!)
the sinclair brothers & clumsy S/O 🕯️ (gn reader)
SFW | Word Count: 1,495 | The Sinclair Brothers x GN Reader (separate drabbles at ~400-600 words)
It was one drip spattering against your head too many. The remnant of yesterday’s rainstorm making its way through the shingles of the roof where it felt as though it had just done it to irritate you was enough to make you proactive, dropping what you were doing and heading for the back of the house.
You waited until dusk crept its way under the skin of the town and wake its glimmering façade to step out onto the back porch of the Sinclair home with the ladder. Vincent had rummaged it out of the garage without so much else besides an unwaivered stare when you explained what you were planning on doing.
He helped get you going because you weren’t his worry per se. You were Bo’s, which was more insisted on by the latter than something Vincent really agreed to. It was almost scarier than the fact you were about to get up on the roof without running it by him first.
You had just gotten your bearings, clambering up the cold and dusty metal rungs and flattening out against the shingles on your stomach, when you heard the door swing open and the familiar voice start talking, not yet aware there was no one inside to listen to him. You pushed up to stand, the rough slats enough for your soles to find a grip. Still, as you stood upright, your entire frame couldn’t help but rock a little as you felt for your bearings.
Of course, that was what the man had made his way through the house just in time to see when he stepped outside, hearing the scrabbling above his head and half believing he was hearing things before realizing you were in fact up there.
“Hey! Nuh uh!” Bo stepped back, getting a better view at what you were doing. He snapped his fingers to make you look before pointing to the porch in a vicious movement, “Get the fuck down, [Y/N]! The hell’re you doin’?” You paused, finally fumbling back onto your knees and replied, “The roof’s leaking.” You tried to push up to stand again, but the unsure noise soon had the ladder shifting as Bo took matters into his own hands, one foot on the first rung in a matter of seconds.
“Bo, it’s okay-“ You began, but he interrupted in a voice that somehow got meaner as he repeated himself, “[Y/N], said get down, damn it!”
The tone was enough to make you slide towards the gutter, rolling your eyes at first and expecting to be grabbed by him like some sort of unruly pet rather than a [boyfriend/girlfriend/partner]. It was the lack of tugging – rather, the firm settling of his palm against your hip as you started to step down the ladder – that made your attitude fizzle.
“I’ve seen stupid, and I’ve seen clumsy,” Bo muttered, not looking you in the eye but still keeping a hand on your lower back, “But a combination of the two? Lookin’ for a broken leg.” You paused, staring at the side of his face until he finally stopped minding the way you were climbing to look you back in the eye. When one foot touched the porch, he snaked his arm around one of your hips, hoisting you away from the ladder and muttering, “Now don’t give me that, I’m not sayin’ I don’t trust you.”
You scoffed, “Oh, what? Gonna tell me you don’t trust the roof? The ladder?” He froze, and ended the conversation by spinning on his heels, taking your feet off the ground again and making you squeal in surprised laughter. “If anyone’s doin’ that kind of work, it’s me. Got that?”
When he set you on your feet your knees suddenly buckled. He watched in bemusement as you stumbled forward when he let go, and when you only had an embarrassed glance over your shoulder, he muttered, “Yeah. Yeah, that wouldn’t have ended well for anyone around here.” He laughed to himself with another shake of his head, turning away from you.
“Vincent, look at what I found at the flea market. Some-“ You turned away from where your eyes had caught onto the wall, stuck to some well-formed facial structure protruding in a lunge of wax, and were face to face with the back of an unfamiliar head.
“WHOOP-“ You let out an involuntary noise, your entire body flinching out of the way and in a twist of an ankle becoming parallel to the ground. You grasped the cassettes that you had brought to show Vincent for dear life as you went knee-first into the ground, making another silly noise as the air was knocked from you and the rest of your body hitting the floor in a solid thud.
The initial impact was still coursing through you, a prick of agony in your leg as you heard something drop against Vincent’s work desk. He put his hand on the desk, the visible eye straining at you. It maybe took a few good seconds before you noticed the slight wobbling of his sturdy frame, and the quiet snort that he quickly tried to muffle with an arm over his stone still mouth. Your jaw dropped in an exaggerated gesture, elbows pushing up to support you better as you jutted your neck at him and asked, “Are you laughing at me?”
He shook his head, turning away from you to get his bearings before doing anything else. You scoffed, slapping your hand against the floor in a one-armed shrug. “Hey, it was either that or I mess up your hard work.” You then gave a forlorn glance to the…person standing beside you.
He finally turned back around, sauntering over to hold his hand down. At a closer range, you could hear the quiet giggles from behind the mask. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh at your clown.” You muttered, and he finally paused to dust your shoulder off.
“…That it?” You asked, and even with the ingrained moment’s hesitation before doing it, he then pushed the delicate edge of his own mask up before giving you a peck on the cheek, a hand finally starting to move, you put on a great show here and again.
The second noise of exasperation just broke the giggles out a second time, its own encore as he wrapped his arms around you, finally noticing what you had dropped and nodding at them in a mute question.
“Oh, yeah!” You grinned, “Those!”
It wasn’t until you were well in the middle of the stream, water dappling your exposed ankles as it trickled past, that you wondered if there was a reason in particular Lester had sent you to cross the wash-out first today.
“Mind the water now, rose overnight. Makes the rocks slippery as shit.” He called, but just as you had registered what he had said you took another step on a promising rock, and your heel skidded out from under you. Lester gasped as you fell back first into the water, the world falling silent and murky as even your head was pulled under.
Just as soon as it happened, you were finding your bearings and immediately pushing back out over the surface, arms flailing as you regained balance. “I’m okay!” You hollered, turning to stand in the rushing water on your knees, uncaring to the way your entire outfit was now soaked and you had to be at an angle alongside the current. You heaved yourself up, and what seemed like an entire pitcher’s worth of water came up with you in the form of soaked clothes and hair as you beamed in a dopey manner to the man still on land, not sure whether to laugh or scold you.
“The hell you are. Didn’t ya hear me?” He finally decided on the latter, throwing his hands up at the display in front of him. You replied with an exasperated strain to your voice, “Sure, but you forget I’m not a good listener.” He neared the shore as you waded closer, helping pull the sopping mess back to his side of the wash-out.
“Well. Think it’s more of a luck thing than a stupid thing.” He began, but as you gave him a daring glance he corrected himself, “Not sayin’ anything, now let me help ya out.” He took both of your wrists as you broke from the current, stumbling onto the land and bracing his own forearms to steady yourself.
“First person that makes bein’ a dope look cute.” He commented as you stood a little straighter, but when you only gave him another astounded expression he muttered, “Gon’ be quiet for a little bit.”
You scoffed at that, careening into him and making him flinch from the cold water soaking into his shirt as you lassoed your arms around his torso. “Never want you to be quiet.” You murmured, giving him a kiss as he finally figured a little water wouldn’t kill him.
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Omg but how about Eddie with a soft cute shy plus size gf, he worships the ground she walks on , and she’s so innocent. One night he wants to show her how much he worships her and she’s just so shy and clueless as to what he means , please n thank you!!:))))
Pretty in pink [Eddie Munson]
as a plus sized girl I loved writing this req so thank you anon 💓
warnings: nsfw, mentions of insecurities, religious references, mentions of Eddie wanting to impregnate reader, sex
Rhiannon quietly echoes around your bedroom. You rest on your bed, the pink silk duvet dancing around your skin. It’s so sleek, so gentle against your body, and you sigh happily as you gently apply moisturiser to your skin. Legs recently shaven, the scent of mango fills your nose as you rub the cream in slowly, making gentle swirls on your skin.
Rain patters against your window. Your TV blasts the Bugs Bunny Show - it’s the only thing you find mildly entertaining, and you hum to yourself gently. You haven’t seen your boyfriend, Eddie Munson at all today — which is surprising as usually the both of you are joint at the hip. You frown to yourself, wondering where he had been. Yesterday he said he wouldn’t be around much today, and you had just giggled slightly, twirling your hair and gazing up at him through your lashes. You assumed he was joking; you mean, where else would he be if not by your side?
Pat, pat, pat. At first you think it’s the rain hitting your window twice as hard, but when you hear a shout override the sound of the rain, you jump from your bed, walking over to investigate your window. It’s quite late now - about 11pm, and you’re actually kind of scared there’s some random man in your back garden. You frown when you arrive at your window - there’s nobody there, just grass, and you assume maybe it was the branches from the tree hitting your bedroom window.
When Eddie sticks his face into your view, you swear you almost have a heart attack. It’s not besides him to try to break and enter your house, but still - the sight of him sends you backwards slightly, skin prickling with fear, but when you drink him in you sigh in relief, moving forwards to unlock your window. His hair is slightly dishevelled, a few leaves sticking out of it, and his tongue is poking out from his lips in concentration as he starts to clamber through your window.
“Really, Eds? That tree is so frail I’m surprised you can even climb it.” You watch as Eddie slides his body in, hitting the floor with a loud thud. You pick the leaves out of his damp hair quickly and throw them out of the window, before pulling it shut. You didn’t want rain on your carpet - your parents would kill you.
Eddie stands himself up, brushing his wet jeans and shirt. “I’m a good climber, sweetheart. You just have to work your way around the tree and be careful not to hit any of the delicate parts.” He shoots you a cheeky grin, holding onto your hands and eyeing you up. You feel slightly exposed; you’re wearing a pink, lacy nightgown, and it leaves very little to the imagination. “You look gorgeous, baby.” Eddie practically purrs, his eyes slightly fiery. “Gimmie a kiss.”
A flush spreads across your cheeks and you tiptoe up to kiss him. He kisses you back, softly, treating you like a porcelain doll that could break if handled too roughly. You’re so innocent, so precious and he’s worried that any rough touch would hurt you. The kiss descends into gentle, soft pecks, and during it Eddie carefully guides you towards your bed. When the two of you finally pull away, Eddie looks around your bedroom.
He’s rarely in your bedroom during the day. With your parents being devoted Christians who hated Eddie Munson because of his ‘satanic’ beliefs, he rarely had a chance to visit you, and definitely was never invited in with welcome arms. Plump pink pillows sit on your bed, the silk cover shining and reflecting your bedroom light. The bed is perfectly made, perfectly organised, and Eddie loves it; how much it screams you.
The teddy he had won for you at the local fair sits proudly in between the pillows on your double bed. It’s small and white, with a tiny pink ribbon around its neck, it’s black, glistening eyes somehow full of emotion. “I think ‘m gonna name him Mr Ribbons,” you had told him when he had won it, a gentle smile on your lips, “I love it, Eds.”
“How was your day, my pretty girl? Get up to much fun?” Eddie asks you, planting loving kisses on your neck, his fingers dancing towards your hips. You bask in his touch, a small smile on your lips, trying to ignore how fast your heart is hammering at his closeness. He smells so good, so familiar, like pine wood and cheap cologne, and you drown in his musk. You love his scent, love him, and you’re so grateful he’s here. Today has, frankly, been boring without him.
“‘S been okay. I missed you.” Your admission is shy, and it makes Eddie’s grip on your hips tighten. “Just wanted to see you all day.”
“All day, huh?” Eddie hums into your neck, gently sucking at your skin, kissing the marks he left behind. “Been pretty busy today, baby, but couldn’t stop thinking about you and those pretty little tits of yours.”
Eagerly, Eddie’s hands squeeze your tits, nipping your nipples softly through your nightgown. You squeal against him, shuffling backwards slightly, basking in the warmth of Eddie’s touch. His hands are so cold compared to you, and you’re almost sure you can hear his heart racing against you. You giggle slightly as he gently presses kisses to your cheek, nearing your lips, and when he pecks you quickly, your face flushes.
“Bugs bunny, huh, baby?” Eddie says, flickering his eyes over to your television. You shrug sheepishly, your eyes glazing over with embarrassment. “You’re so cute, sweetheart. So precious and innocent. Daddy’s gotta protect you at all costs, huh?”
Swallowing thickly, you nod your head, watching as Eddie slides his shirt over his head. “Uh-huh.” Your voice is quiet, oozing with adoration, and you don’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes glaze over, darkening slightly. You shuffle atop your bed, trying to fully ensure your comfort, and bite your lip as you watch your boyfriend undress in front of you.
“You look so good,” Eddie practically groans as he slides into bed with you, pulling you close. You can hear his heartbeat race slightly as you snuggle into him, gently trailing your hands up and down his biceps. “So pretty. Pink really suits you.”
“I was a little nervous to get this nightgown,” you admit quietly, nerves prickling at your skin. “I mean, it didn’t seem like something someone like me should wear.”
Eddie furrows his eyebrows, massaging your waist slightly. “What do you mean, someone like you?”
“Well, I mean..” you trail off slightly, watching as Eddie gazed at you in confusion. He’s genuinely unsure as to what you mean, and it makes your heart pang slightly. “Because… I’m slightly bigger than other girls. It just - it just seems like I shouldn’t wear things like this. Like I should leave it to the pretty, slim girls. I don’t look as good as they would in this.” You shrug your shoulders as if what you’re saying is normal; but your heart clenches when Eddie’s face falls, and his lips form into a frown. Hurt flashes across his face as though what you’ve said has genuinely offended him.
“But you are pretty. And there’s nothing wrong with how you look. Have you seen how fuckin’ perfect you look in this nightgown? It was made for ‘someone like you’.”
“I mean it’s nice,” you say, “but other girls would suit this better.” You laugh to make the atmosphere light, but Eddie’s face seems to hold what seems to be annoyance.
“Baby, are you delusional? No, they wouldn’t look better,” Eddie says, grabbing your hips and forcing you atop of him. You squeal slightly, clutching onto his chest for support, and stare down at him nervously. Eddie’s bulge presses against your crotch through your nightgown. “Baby you don’t understand how fucking perfect you are.” Eddie’s voice raises pitch slightly, and he begins to whine pathetically, his hands grabbing at your waist, “do you even know how much I worship you, sweetheart?”
You shake your head slightly, trying to ignore the way his words make butterflies explode in your stomach, and you try to look away from him, but he tuts, grabs your face and forces you to meet his gaze. “It’s like you’re my fuckin’ God or something, sweetheart.” His words are desperate, his hands trailing over your stomach, squeezing gently, and you squeak slightly when his cock twitches beneath you. “Let me show you how much I worship you. Please. Because it feels like you don’t know how fuckin’ badly I do.”
“I know you worship me, Eds,” you whisper quietly, adjusting yourself so Eddie can take your nightgown off. His fingers are gentle against you, his touch loving, and his eyes hold a determination you’ve never seen. He throws your nightgown on the floor, leaving you bare and exposed. Your skin prickles with goosebumps, and his eyes are hungry, his fingers coming up to pinch your nipples. He toys with them until they harden, his fingers sending electric shocks through your body. “You - you don’t need to show me.”
“Except I do,” Eddie moves his hands down to your legs, “help daddy open ‘em, baby,” he tells you, gently beginning to force your thighs open. You comply with his touch, your heart racing in your chest as his fingers tickle your thighs. Eddie sits there, staring at your cunt - how wet and gorgeous and ready it is for him, and he groans slightly. “You’ve got such a perfect little pussy. Come on, shuffle up.”
The slick of your pussy leaves shiny wet marks on Eddie’s thighs. You position yourself on his chest, and furrow your brows in confusion when he beckons for you to come closer. “I can’t get any closer, Eds,” you laugh slightly, hands cupping his cheeks, running your thumbs over his stubble. “If I get any closer I’d be sitting on your face.”
At your words, Eddie’s heart almost stops in his chest. “Sitting on my face, huh? You wanna do that, baby?” His cock twinges slightly, and he wets his lips, looking up at you, watching as your cheeks flush red. Your tits are perfect, nipples hard, ready for his mouth, but then so is your pussy. It’s so wet, dripping on his chest, and what - all he’s done is kiss you? God, you’re so easy to make horny. Eddie’s eyes flicker down to your stomach, and it’s fucking gorgeous, and he just wants to fill you up with his cum again and again until you’re with his child. But he can’t do that; not yet, not right now – he needs to show you he worships you, need to ensure you know how fucking beautiful you are. “You like that idea, huh, baby? Sitting on my face? Move up, then.”
Swallowing thickly, you feel the tips of your ears heat up, and you carefully hoist yourself on his face. You linger above him, scared to put all your weight on him. “I don’t wanna crush you, Eds,” you whimper quietly, Eddie’s hot breath fanning your pussy. “What if I’m too heav-“
The grip on your hips is harsh, and shocking; Eddie practically slams your cunt on his face, desperate and hungry. He hums into your cunt, and you gasp as his tongue makes it way through your folds. Your fingers find his curls, gripping harshly, basking in the ecstasy of his tongue. His tongue swirls up and down your cunt, teasing your clit gently, before sliding back down to your slit, edging his tongue in slightly. You whine at his touch, jutting your hips, urging him to slide his tongue back up to your clit - and he does. Eddie grabs your hips, rolling them against his face needly, his tongue swirling and sucking at your clit. His face is soaked with you, and your stomach tightens as he continues to suck, lap at you like a dehydrated, starved animal; you taste so good, so perfect, and he wants to drink you. The heat of your cunt on his face is good - too good, and when you begin to moan unbearably, your thighs shaking desperately, Eddie coaxes you - “does my good girl wanna cum, hmm?” he murmurs, moving away from your cunt momentarily. At the loss of touch you cry out, fingers tightening in his hair, urging him to continue licking your pussy.
When he doesn’t continue, you stumble out; “Yes, I wanna cum, Eddie. Wanna cum so so bad.” You yelp out slightly as his teeth grazes your clit, the pain mixing with the pleasure of his tongue steadily swirling at your bud. Your core is clenching at his touch - his face is so slippery and wet that the roll of your hips is easy, and all thoughts of suffocating him is long gone. You’re desperate for release, and you grip onto Eddie’s hair, hopelessly blubbering out strings of encouragement, “fuck’m gonna cum, make me cum Eds, gonna cum all over your face like a good girl,” and Eddie grabs your hips harshly, his tongue darting circles on your clit so quickly your legs begin to shudder and your vision goes black.
Stars surround your vision, your ears ringing as you fuck his face, tits bouncing. A whine escapes your mouth as you come, your stomach twisting in ecstasy, and you paint his face in your squirt, shaking atop of him. Eddie doesn’t stop sucking - his hands hold you steady atop of him, and he laps at your sweetness, wanting to drink you all in. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” Eddie moans from underneath you. The feeling of his hot breath fanning your pussy makes your body shake slightly. “You’re so good.”
Eddie groans at the sight of you. So dishevelled, so pretty. The marks he left on your neck are bleeding slightly, and he grins up at you. “Look at how pretty you are, baby. Spin round for daddy, get on your hands and knees. ‘M gonna make you feel so good.”
The mirror opposite your bed truly shows your dishevelled state. You gasp slightly at the sight of you; there’s tear stains on your cheeks, running mascara, blood falling down your neck from where Eddie had bit you, and your hair looks like a birds nest. You flush slightly, wondering how the hell could Eddie find you sexy when you look like this? Your train of thought is interrupted by Eddie forcing your head down slightly, so your ass was positioned high in the hair. You whimpered slightly as his tip rested at the slit of your cunt.
“I don’t have any condoms,” you whimper, trying to move away from Eddie’s cock, but he kept you still, sliding his shaft up and down your folds, tickling your clit. “Do you have one, Eds?”
“We don’t need one, baby.” His tone is sickly sweet, and you gasp slightly when he pushes the tip of his cock in. Your cunt grips him and he hisses, gently caressing your ass. “I wanna make you feel good. I wanna fill you up with my cum, sweetheart. Give you a little Munson.”
“A-a little Munson?” you breathe out, burrowing your head in your bed as he thrusts forward, forcing his shaft inside of you. Despite being with him for so long, you hadn’t really gotten used to his size - how he stretched you out so well, left you burning and sore afterwards because of how often his cock hit your cervix. “I-I like the sound of that, Eddie.”
He leans forward, kissing your back gently. You’re perfect, and he needs you to know that. Needs you to know you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. If that means getting you knocked up, then that means you’re getting knocked up.
Your cunt tightens against him when he slides his hand underneath you to touch your stomach. His thrusts start off slow at first, gentle, wanting you to feel loved. And you do. His hands roam around you, touching all of your insecurities - loving them, whispering sweet nothings about them. His hips snap into you, his cock sliding against your g-spot, and you cry out. “I love you, sweetheart,” he groans through thrusts, placing loving kisses on your back. He’s leant over you, his body so close, so warm, and your stomach twists as his hot breath fans your face. He feels so good, and he stretches you out so well - you want all of him, everything, the good and bad. When you go to say it back, go to tell Eddie how good he is and how much you love him, he shushes you, “no, baby, this is all about you today, my pretty little girl. Daddy wants to make you feel good, okay?”
Squelching sounds fill your bedroom. Your grip on Eddie’s cock is tight, and he never stops hitting the little spongy spot inside of you. Your body feels like jelly with every snap of his hips, your core tight and ready to snap. His thrusts quicken, his cock slamming into you, making your body shudder; your toes curl in ecstasy, crying out some of the most foul words that Eddie’s ever heard, and you beg for more. You want him to fill you up, want him to stuff you full of his cum, and your stomach twists as he brings a hand down to toy with your clit. Eddie knows your body, knows you so well, and his kisses and touch and cock are so much.
You’re cockdrunk. You come undone around him, groaning and whining out as his thrusts keep the same pace, watching in the mirror how easily he slides in and out of you. You’re so wet; he’s so big, and you love it, love all of him and how good he makes you feel. Again and again and again his cock brushes against your spongy spot, and it’s too much; too good. Your body shakes beneath him, and he rides you through your orgasm, slapping a hand over your mouth as you scream out his name. Your body feels like it could break from how good it feels, the churn of your stomach and butterflies which consume you overwhelming all of your senses. He doesn’t stop thrusting, not when you’ve squirted all over him and ruined your silk bedsheets - they’ll have to be washed; but you don’t care. Your body struggles to hold itself up, so Eddie does it for you, carefully rolling his hips into you.
“Wanna cum again, my pretty girl?” Eddie coos as he feels you tighten against him again, your fists gripping the bedsheets. “Wanna cum at the same time? All over daddy’s cock?”
“Yes, please, god yes please,” you cry out - tears stream down your face, sobs rack your chest as he slams into you, again and again, whispering sweet nothings to you. His pretty girl, he tells you as his cock fills you up, nabbing at your cervix, stretching you to the point you’re certain you’ll break, his princess, his darling, his girl. All of his. Everything. Beautiful, breathtaking, gorgeous. Eddie doesn’t stop showering you in compliments, not when his thighs tense and his cock threatens to spill his seed inside of you. “I want it, Eddie, ‘m gonna cum-cum with me?” you’re begging now, your cunt so tight against him, you’re core twisting, body collapsing into the bed.
He pounds into you relentlessly. You come undone again, animalistic mewls leaving your mouth, ecstatic sobs shaking your body. You can’t take it anymore - this feeling, no matter how good it is, and you try to scramble away but his grip is so tight you can’t and it’s so good, he’s so good, and you squirt all over his cock. The tightness makes Eddie’s hips judder, and he comes, too - shooting thick, white strings of his cum inside of you, and he groans, “you’re so beautiful, baby, I love you so much,” whilst trying to keep himself steady.
Your heart races in your chest, tears staining the bedsheets and your face. Eddie hasn’t even pulled out yet - you milk him for all he’s worth, your cunt tightening and loosening against him, wanting all of his cum inside of you. The fact he wants to be with you forever makes you feral - the thought of you being who he comes home to in twenty years time drives you completely and utterly insane, and you almost want to tell him to stay inside of you and make sure you end up pregnant.
But you know that’s impossible. And you whimper slightly when Eddie pulls out, wishing he had stayed inside of you a little bit longer. His cum drips out of you, onto your silk bedsheets, and you squirm slightly. You’re still coming down from your high when Eddie pulls you into him - his body is soaked from the waist down, with your cum and the sight makes you face flush.
“Sorry, Eds,” you squeak out in embarrassment as you look down at his wet body.
“Why’re you apologising, sweetheart? I wanted this. I want this every day, baby. You’re like a fuckin’ fountain in the middle of the desert.”
Heart slamming against your rib cage, you smile up at him. He truly is beautiful - his long curls stick to his slightly sweaty skin, his brown eyes shining in ecstasy, a small, gorgeous smile on his lips. He’s perfect, and he’s yours. Forever.
“Did you mean it?” you mumble quietly. Your head rests on his chest, your fingers toying with the rings on his fingers. “You-you want a little Munson? With me?” your voice drops an octave, and it’s barely audible - but Eddie certainly hears it, and his eyes flicker down to your lips.
“Who the hell else would I have a little Munson with?” He says, before engulfing you in another kiss.
The rain patters against your window, though it’s much gentler than an hour ago. You assume it’s gonna clear up soon, and snuggle into Eddie’s chest. He’s staying the night - seeing as tomorrow is a Saturday the two of you will probably go to his trailer to hang out. He dozes off before you do, gentle snores filling your once quiet bedroom, and you turn your attention to the TV.
The Bugs Bunny Show plays quietly. You hold your belly softly. You hope one day Eddie will fulfil his promise and knock you up.
Deep down, you even hope it’s sometime soon.
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can i request a zoya fic!! we need more zoya fic content out there!! and smutty plz!! im thinking zoya x fem!reader, where zoya hates everyone but the reader. maybe zoya and reader have always been close and protective of one another, but eventually zoya admits that her feelings are beyond platonic. then some fluffy smut ensues!
if you don’t wanna write that though, i honestly just wanna read anything for zoya!! thanks so much, you talented babe! :)
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Pairing: Zoya Nazyalensky x f!Reader
A/N: I love me some good WLW Zoya fics!!! The smut is kinda short, so I apologize for that, but I still loved writing this. Feel free to send me more Zoya ideas, if you like! Also thank you for the compliment, love, I'm about to cry-
Summary: When the new supposed Sun Summoner starts going on Zoya's nerves, the reader decides that it's time to cheer her up. But what happens when cheeky flirting turns into something more?
Genre: Hurt, Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: Smut - not too graphic, but definitely there, mentions of a fight, shitty writing, profanities
The golden morning sunbeams lit up your face whilst you walked down the rocky path down to the river that was situated close by the Little Palace. The sun had just come up and, in all honesty, it was way too early for anyone to be there, but you knew that the person you were looking for wouldn't care for the concept of anything being too early.
You were determined to drag her to breakfast, even if she said she wasn't hungry, you knew that she was more than irritated, and you didn’t need her being that on an empty stomach. After getting into a fight with the supposed sun summoned the day prior, leading to her getting ridiculed by Botkin, she didn't show up to dinner, which worried you deeply. If she didn't eat something with the others, she probably did not eat at all. She was way too prideful to order something to be brought up to her chambers.
As if you could've foreseen it, Zoya sat next to a calmer section of the river, leaning against the branch of one of the well-kept lush trees.
That's where you always went to look first. And you were always right.
This had been one of your favourite spots since you were young children. She was one of the first people you met when starting your Grisha training, and the two of you immediately clicked. Nobody could've imagined that you would become such fast friends, but the squaller's ferocious temper seemed to compliment your calm and collected demeanour perfectly. Since then, you spent the majority of your time training, studying or just in general spending time together. You knew each other like the inside of your own pocket, so you were perfectly aware of when it was time to give her space and when you should maybe look into comforting her. On the other hand, Zoya knew exactly when she had to stand up for you or when it was time to let you handle conflicts on your own. That's what made you two such a great team.
That and totally not the constant underlying attraction buzzing between you.
"Z, it's way too early for you to be out here!" you called over, knowing that she was aware of your presence.
"You're out here too, so I suppose that it's not that early." she mocked light-heartedly, putting emphasis on the 'that'.
"Uhm, rude?" you said, dropping right in front of her, obstructing her view of the river.
"That's no news to you, is it?" she said, her tone rather depressed now.
"Zoya, I would never think badly of you. Yesterday was just… really unlucky. What does Botkin know anyway? That girl probably deserved it." you said, trying to lighten her already sour mood.
"You're always on my side, I don't think many people share your sentiment." she answered, closing her eyes to take in the warm summer breeze.
You analysed her carefully. Her dark brown hair was slightly dishevelled at the spots where it touched the rough surface of the tree. She wore her blue kefta, the silver embroidery signalling her Grisha type fitting her perfectly. If anyone else would've seen her like this, they would probably not believe it. She looked calm. As calm as she could be after what happened yesterday. You knew that she wouldn't be willing to show herself that vulnerable with someone that wasn't you, and the thought made your heart soar in your chest.
"Why are you here, Y/N. You didn't have to come looking for me." she inquired, opening one eye lazily to see what you were up to.
"What makes you think that I wasn't just outside to enjoy a peaceful morning stroll through the Palace grounds?" you joked, letting your upper body fall back into the grass next to Zoya.
She sighed, eyeing you slowly, seemingly taking every inch of your body intently. Her eyes stopped as she met yours again. In the blink of an eye, you saw her face upside down, hovering over yours, never breaking eye contact.
You felt your breath hitch, and heartbeat accelerate, as you just stared back into her luminous brown eyes. At moments like this, you were glad that she wasn’t a heartrender, because by now she must’ve already feared you dying of a heart attack. One of her hands tucked one strand of hair behind your ears, that had been partially blocking her view of your right eye.
Zoya opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get it past her lips, a voice called out for her from the general direction of the palace.
“Zoya! The General would like to speak to you.” Ivan’s voice boomed, sounding authoritative even from the distance.
Her expression changed to something between frustration and concern, but she still decided to get up on her feet slowly.
“Zoya? What does the General want from you?” you asked, secretly knowing the answer to that question.
“I doubt it’s anything necessarily good.” she huffed, giving you an apologetic look, “I’ll see you later, hopefully.”
And with that she was gone, leaving you lying alone on the slightly wet grass, now painfully aware of the moist feeling on your clothes.
You didn’t see her at breakfast. Or at dinner, and now a certain kind of worry bubbled up in your stomach. You tried your best not to listen to any of the rumours going around, telling you that she got exiled or hurt, but it got increasingly harder when even the people you would normally trust started saying it.
After you also didn’t catch sight of her in the evening, you decided to go check up on her. The corridors were strangely empty, but you didn’t think much about it, since most of the other Grisha were still sitting at dinner. You speed-walked through the empty corridors until you heard a sudden sound of voices coming from right around the corner.
“Oh, come on, Nazyalensky.” a rough voice cut through the air, “I thought you enjoyed being the Darkling’s little pet? Does he not enjoy you anymore?”
You recognized the voice as one of the male heartrender, that you knew Zoya loathed. Zoya loathed most people, but you feared that this encounter might end badly.
“Or was he just done using you?” a female voice purred spitefully.
Before you could step in, you heard an abrupt thud and both of them slithered across the polished floor.
You rounded the corner to stare at her form, breathing heavily, anger and exhaustion visible on her face. When her eyes locked with yours, her expression changed into one of embarrassment, as she tried to digest what just happened.
The two victims of Zoya’s wrath, stood up hastily, brushing themselves off, as they stared at her, mouths agape.
“If you ever talk to me like that again, I’ll make sure to accidentally break your necks the next time.” she threatened before you could grab one of her wrists to pull her back to her room.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you scolded, as you pushed her into her room, slamming the door, “I know that you hate these bitches, I do too, but that went just a bit too far. You know, what you can risk with that!”
But when you saw her eyes go glassy, you knew that something was wrong.
“Oh Zoya, what happened?” you asked, your previous anger replaced by concern, as you stepped closer to her.
She bit her lip, moving closer to you. Without any questions asked, you wrapped your arms around her tightly, just being there for her. Even though her sobbing caught you slightly off guard, you didn’t budge, unconsciously moving her towards the bed.
You stayed like that for a few minutes until her breathing steadied, and you felt her get more peaceful. One of your hands rubbed her back carefully, while the other pressed her closer to you.
You couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment creep back in, when she pulled back, wiping her tears away with the insides of her hand.
“The Darkling didn’t take lightly to me putting his little new plaything into place.” she chuckled bitterly, “He didn’t hurt me, but it wasn’t nice either.”
You just nodded, realizing that she probably wouldn’t appreciate you pressing the matter further.
“Can I do something for you, Z? Do you need anything?” you asked softly, caressing her arms comfortingly.
Her eyes pierced through you, and you, again, were at a complete loss for words at her beauty.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked suddenly, the words leaving you speechless.
“What?”
“I want to kiss you, Y/N. Can I?” she repeated herself, slower this time, as if she thought that you wouldn’t be able to process it at normal speed.
“Yes.” was the only word you could utter, before she leant forward, pressing her lips onto yours, softly at first, but progressively getting more passionate.
You had to pull away before, your mind lost all its abilities. She smiled at you smugly, cupping your face in her hands, stroking your cheeks with her thumbs.
“Saints…” you started, unable to form coherent sentences anymore.
“I love you.” she interjected, apparently her mind worked better than yours.
This time, you kissed her first, more urgently pressing against her. By now, her hands had already travelled down to your waist, pressing you down on the bed by her waist.
An intense burning rose up in your chest when you felt Zoya pinning you down on the bed. The way she looked at you suddenly held more worth to you than you could’ve imagined it, her gaze now filled with a deep sense of adoration and desire.
“Do you want this too?” she inquired before she moved down to kiss your neck, involuntarily causing you to let out a gasp.
“Yes, more than anything.” you huffed, your mind taken over by her. Only her.
You could feel her lips spanning over your skin, resting longer on certain spots to leave a teasing mark.
At this point, she was positioned on your lap, her lips meeting yours again. Your own hands were now on her waist, moving around aimlessly, as if you were looking for something to hold on to.
“Would you like me to help you out of this?” she offered, sitting up in your lap, eyeing the top and kefta you were wearing.
“Only if I can return the favour.” you proposed, self-satisfied by your answer.
Your kefta and shirt were the first thing to go, Zoya making sure to take them off neatly, only to toss them aside quickly. Her clothes followed right after, leaving you completely nude, after also removing the rest of the fabric covering you.
She pinned you back on the bed without any hesitation, leaning over you, looking absolutely flustered.
“What do you want?” she whispered lowly, placing a cheeky kiss on your cleavage, looking up at you.
“You.” you moaned softly, already putty in her hands.
Her body moved off of yours, immediately making you feel somewhat empty, missing her warm skin against yours. Instead, you felt her spread your legs slightly, placing kisses along your thighs up to the spot where she actually wanted to be.
Without any warning, her tongue started playing with your aroused clit, moving around sensually. You’ve had sex before, but never like this. Never with her.
You felt your hand mindlessly move into her hair, in order to have something to hold on to. She continued wordlessly, hitting all the right spots, seemingly without any effort. Her tongue swirled around your lips, making you moan even louder than before, not caring if anybody hears you now. Your breaths had got shorter and more uncontrolled since your mind was completely taken over by the feeling of her against you.
She didn’t stop her hold on you until she felt that you were close to reaching your edge, her pace only fastening, as she realized what was about to happen. Your grip on her hair tightened, ecstasy clouding any reasonable thought you might previously had.
“Saints Zoya, I’m-” you groaned heavily, feeling the burning sensation of the oncoming orgasm pulse through you.
With this sudden feeling roaming through you, you were reduced to a moaning, sweating mess, controlled by the powerful force that is called Zoya Nazyalensky.
“Well done baby.” she purred, her torso back on yours.
Helplessly, your lips found hers, connecting immediately into a sloppy but sensual kiss.
You grabbed her waist with newfound confidence, forcing both of you to sit back up, her propped up on your thighs.
She knew exactly where this was going, and instantly started grinding on your thigh, head thrown back in pleasure. Now it was your turn to leave deep love bites on her skin, your lips trailing down to her breasts, sucking on her nipples playfully. You could feel her wet folds clenching and releasing against your thighs.
In an instant, her arms wrapped around your neck, her lips so close to your ear so that you could hear every moaned curse or mention of your name as clear as ever. You would be lying if you would deny how much you loved seeing the all so stern Zoya senselessly riding your thigh, her body squirming under your touch.
She kissed you again, her pace intensifying as she pressed closer against you. You knew that she was close too, so you just held on to her waist to steady her. With a few more sloppy thrusts she reached her climax, sweat and pleasure evident on her face.
One last time, she pressed her lips against yours, trailing up to your ear.
“So, this is how it is?” she whispered, giving you a peck on the cheek.
“This is how it is.” you answered, less scared of the rising warmth building in your stomach.
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Satisfy your taste, chapter 3
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x You
Warnings: Slightly sexual content.
You decided to visit Alfie the next day. It was late in the evening and there you were, in a pretty dress, standing in front of the distillery gate, as cute as a button with a cake in your arms. You stood out like a sore thumb among the rough looking men that passed you wondering what the heck you were doing there at this time of night. You were starting to wonder that yourself.
“Are you lost, little lady?” a bulky looking man with a ponytail approached you.
Before you could answer a tall thin man in a striped shirt looked you up and down and added. “She doesn’t look like a-”
The other man elbowed the tall man before he could finish.
“Mr Alfie Solomons is expecting me.” You showed the two men the card that Alfie had given you.
The two men exchanged looks, “Right this way M’lady” the man with the ponytail said with a dramatic bow and the two men sniggered before they led you through the distillery.
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The man with the ponytail knocked on the door and made sure that Alfie wasn’t busy before he opened the door to his office.
The day before, you avoided the topic of kissing Alfie but it was starting to weigh on your mind more and more. You tried to convince yourself that if he was messing with you, you were going to mess with him too, but the truth was, every time you thought of that kiss it would send shivers down your spine. Should you say something today? Should you mention it at all? No. You were determined to act as unaffected by what happened at the club as possible. Which was going to be hard because when you entered Alfie’s office he looked good. Real good. Like an entire hot meal. He was sitting at his desk, writing something. His hair was messy but in nonchalant sexy way. His white shirt was open, revealing his tattooed chest and his sleeves where rolled up exposing his muscular arms. Ooooof! You’d run your tongue along that exposed chest of his any day. Wait. This wasn’t the plan! You hadn’t even spoken to the man yet and you were already fantasizing about him. Control yourself woman!
Alfie looked up from his work, for a split second he looked confused but his expression quickly changed when he realized it was you, “Miss y/n! Come in! Come in!” he said gesturing for you to sit down.
You sat down in one of the chairs, “I brought cake as a thank you for yesterday,” you said placing the cake on his desk.
Alfie grabbed the box, “Oh, thank you, that’s lovely.” He opened the lid, “It’s very pink.” he added.
You felt a bit silly, “It’s strawberry.”
He casually stuck three fingers in the cake, plucked a piece out and put it in his mouth, “It’s good. Did you make it?” he asked licking the icing from his fingers.
You tried to tear your eyes away from his tongue, “No but I can make one myself next time.”
“Next time?” he asked with a smile.
Well that was FUCKIN AWKWARD! Why was he staring at you like that while he was licking his fingers?? Being at a loss for words you decided to get straight to the point, “You said something about a whiskey tasting?”
Alfie studied you for a moment, “Right. Of course! I just didn’t expect you at such a late hour. Is Tommy going to be joining us?”
Was that why he was so confused about your presence? Of course Tommy should be here. What were you thinking? This involved your business, or at least that’s what you were telling yourself. Then you noticed small splotches of blood on Alfie’s shirt, he tried to discreetly conceal the bloodstains by adjusting his shirt. You probably shouldn’t have seen that.
You looked to the side not wanting to make eye contact when you answered ”No. Tommy won’t be joining us today,” You felt a bit embarrassed. What will Alfie think you came here for then?
Alfie smirked, “I see…”Alfie walked over to the door and when he opened it, the two men from before almost fell inside, clearly eavesdropping.
They both looked petrified, “Sorry, Sir…”one of them mumbled as he got up.
The man with the ponytail pointed his finger towards his companion “It’s all his fault! I Told him not to eavesdrop but he wouldn’t listen!”
“You bastard!” the tall man shot back.
It looked like the two men were about to fight each other but Alfie raised his hand for them to stop, “Just bring me one of the blue caskets.”
-
The men returned a moment later and handed Alfie a big blue crate. Before the two men left, Alfie whispered something to them, they both looked horrified as they scurried away apologizing “Of course, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
Alfie closed the door and placed the crate on his desk next to the cake. “Before we begin, I have a proposition for you.” He walked over behind his desk and took something out of the drawer, “Since we are business partners, I’d like to ask you would like to join me to a soiree. I think we should get to know each other better. Don’t you think?”
Your heart skipped a beat. It had been so long since you got to dress up, “Yes, I think that would be nice. It’ll be my pleasure to accompany you to this event.” You said calmly, trying to conceal how excited the idea actually made you.
Alfie leaned forward and handed you an invitation, “I’m glad you agree and the pleasure will be all mine.” He said smiling at you “Perhaps you could keep this particular outing to yourself…”
You understood what he meant, “I think that will be for the best.” After all, your ‘tell Tommy everything’ rule only applied to what happens at the club.
“Well then.” Alfie opened the blue crate to reveal several bottles of whiskey. “Lady’s choice.” He said as he tapped on the bottles.
-
You tried taking small sips but after trying several different variations of whiskey you could already feel that you were getting drunk.
“You’re wasting a lot of whiskey.” Alfie said as he looked at all the glasses of whiskey he poured for you that you hadn’t finished.
The whiskey was like a little devil on your shoulder urging you to be more bold in your actions , “Then perhaps I should drink from your glass.” You said grabbing the whiskey out of his hand and taking a sip. “This one is better than the last one. It’s a lot sweeter. I like it.” You handed the glass back to him and your realized that you left a smudge of your lipstick on it.
Alfie turned the glass over in his hand “Is that right?” he said right before he placed his lips on the spot where the lipstick was and took a swig.
The bastard knew exactly what he was doing and unfortunately it was working, you wanted jump on that desk and kiss him right then and there.
“Another one?” Alfie asked holding up a bottle.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” you giggled.
“I would never,” Alfie replied with a hint of mischief in his eye as he poured you another glass.
If only Alfie knew the mental turmoil that he inflicted upon you every time he looked at you like that. It was such sweet torture, you could feel the heat rising within you, since the moment you entered his office he hadn’t even attempted to make any physical contact with you, that stupid desk might as well have been a wall that separated you from one another. He had already teased you with that kiss at the club, so if you wanted to move forward with your flirtation you’d have to give him something in return.
You stood up, grabbed a glass and walked over to him on his side of the desk. Standing over him you stared intently at him.
He turned in his chair to face you, smirking, like he was challenging you to continue whatever you were planning and he was looking forward to it.
You wanted to be audacious and sit on his lap but he had his legs spread wide apart. Maybe he guessed what you wanted to do and he was intentionally making it difficult for you? Whatever you were going to do, you had to do it quick because at that point you were just staring at his crotch for far too long. There was no other option, you turned around and you sat on the bit of chair between his legs, as you leaned back against his chest. “Maybe we can try it this way,” you said as you dipped two fingers in the whiskey and you slowly ran them along his lip, leaving a wet trail on his mouth.
Alfie leisurely ran his tongue along his lower lip maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. You glanced at his Adams apple as he swallowed, “My turn” he said as he dipped his fingers the same way you did. He intended to do the same to you but you caught him by the wrist and you put his entire finger in your mouth and you started to suck the whiskey off his finger while you looked up at him over your shoulder.
Alfie’s pupils dilated as he watched you with a burning desire, his entire body seemed to tense up and you felt something growing against your lower back.
You took his finger out of your mouth with a pop as you continued to look at one another with hunger in your eyes. You dipped your fingers in another glass and ran them over his lips again. Before he could do anything, you leaned in and you ran the tip of your tongue over his lower lip.
You could feel every muscle on him strain as he dug his fingernails into the armrests, you knew that he wanted to touch you and it took every ounce of his willpower not to.
You weren’t giving up so easily though, you pressed yourself into him even more and you started to slightly grind your ass against him from time to time, as if by accident, “It’s really warm in here,” you teased as you undid a few of your buttons, giving him a peek at your cleavage.
“What are you doing,” he breathed.
“What do you mean? I’m just making myself comfortable,” you replied.
Alfie squirmed and twisted but he had nowhere else to move except against you, he buried his face in the side of your neck as he let out a muffled groan.
“Hmmm? What was that?” you teased.
“Do- you- intend to kill me, woman?” his breathing was heavy and each word that came out of his mouth sounded tense. The man was at his limit.
“What do you mean?” you asked smirking at him.
He looked at you with his mouth slightly agape and watery eyes. He licked his lips as he looked at your mouth, he started to lean, your lips mere centimeters from each other…
When you heard a commotion outside. Somebody shouted “Hey! You can’t go in there!”, and then suddenly the door swung open and Tommy barged inside.
“Apparently you’re having a meeting without me,” Tommy said coolly but when he saw all the open whiskey bottles and the state you were in while sitting between Alfie’s legs, with your dress half open, Tommy’s face fell. Tommy knew exactly what happens to you after one too many.
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To Spend My Days
After an argument sends Elliott back to his shack the next day, Genevieve comes up with an idea in the hopes that she can patch things up. As it turns out, she wasn’t the only one regretful of how things wounded up.
Aka: Month one of the Year of the OTP event hosted by @yearoftheotpevent
Prompt: "If I kiss you, will you, will yoy shut up?"
Fandom: Stardew Valley
Ship: Elliott x Female Farmer
Word Count: 663
Warnings: None
Also on AO3
The thunder in the distance and the light pitter patter of rain never stopped Genevieve from her daily activities on the farm. Only until she checked the time and realised she might have gotten a bit carried away, would she call it a day and go back to her cabin. Granted, the crops would be watered, but who was going to feed the chickens if each time the weather got bad, she decided to huddle up in the cabin. Plus, there was so much else she could do- fishing was ideal in this weather when it comes to certain species of fish. Not to mention there was plenty of minerals and gems to mine for.
Ah yes, the mines. This topic would have inevitably caused some worry for Elliott, but yesterday’s argument got a little more heated than the usual instance of him voicing his concern. She hadn’t seen him since. By her guess, he had probably gone back to his old, rickety shack by the beach and write out his melancholy heart.
What was going to convince him to move in with her? There was enough room in the home for too, thanks to Robin’s handywork. There has to be some way.
And then, as lightning flashed in the distance almost simultaneously, it came to her.
The strange man on the beach. The mermaid pendant.
But wouldn’t it be a bad time? He might still need some space, and proposing would be rather inappropriate.
Only one way to find out.
Pulling the pendant out of her pocket, she petted her trusty Bucky on the head, who panted with glee, and headed straight for the door, opening it…
“Whoa.”
The last thing she expected was Elliott standing right there in front of her, soaked head to toe. His usually luscious, golden red hair was sticking against his strong features, and water was dripping from his red blazer down to his faintly tartan pants.
“Hey,” was all Genevieve could say as she watched her boyfriend with a contemplative look on his face. Almost as if he was deciding his next course of action.
From inside his pocket, he pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Except it had not been spared by the rain, and was barely holding itself together against Elliott’s fingers.
“I wrote you a poem,” Elliott announced with a defeated sigh. “I could not think of the words to say to express my regret for what had happened yesterday. So I did what any other writer would have done."
Since knowing Elliott, Genevieve knew he would not willingly have run into the rain for any reason. He took great pride in appearing as presentable as possible, especially when it comes to his hair.
Without thinking, Genevieve opened her hand, revealing the mermaid pendant in her hand. “I’m sorry, too.”
It was rare to find a moment where Elliott was as stunned and speechless as he was then, looking at the pendant. He took it from her hand, inspecting it closely, before his lips curled into a bright smile.
“I accept!” He immediately puts the pendant around his neck. “I’ll set everything up, we’ll have the ceremony in only a few days, okay.”
Genevieve chuckled slightly as Elliott took her hands into his, feeling how soft they were against her rough callouses.
“I’m really looking forward to this. The farm will be such a lovely place to write.” Elliott started, and before Genevieve could pipe in, he continued, “We will make such a good pair, you and I. To spend the rest of my days with you be my side-.”
“If I kiss you, will you shut up?” At last, Genevieve spoke.
Elliott blushed, sheepishly grinning. “Forgive me, my love.”
And with that, he kissed her, neither caring for the coolness of each other’s clothing pressing up against each other, as their bodies were doing a fine job of warming each other up regardless.
Maybe it wasn’t such bad timing after all.
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Kit Tanthalos x OC
Big Masterlist
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Chapter 24
When I wake up in the Morning the sun is peeking through the Walls. Kit is already awake.
J: Did you sleep well ?
She nods and gives me a kiss.
Z: Breakfast anyone ?
We look at him.
Z: I can knock you up some eggs, no problem.
I nod that sounds good.
K: Well we’ll take any food you can spare but we have to get Moving.
The others also wake up around us.
Z: What ? Where ?
Confused, I lift one Eyebrow.
J: Beyond the Shattered Sea.
Z: You’re in no fit condition to be going anywhere. Neither is the peck. Stay recuperate.
Elora looks at Willow.
E: You ok ?
Z: Oh. Rough weather coming on. Best wait it out.
I lean to Kit and whisper.
J: Something is definitely up, he's acting weirder than Yesterday.
She nods slowly.
B: You know what ? Maybe he’s right. I mean I don’t know what’s one more day when you’re gonna be trudging across the shattered sea for, you know, Ever.
K: That’s fine. You can Stay.
J: We don’t need you.
Z: Well who likes theirs scrambled.
Graydon knocks him out with an oar.
J: What the hell ?!
W: You clouds just said poached.
G: We gotta get out of here Right now !
I look at him and then see one of the Gales coming out from Behind the Counter.
G: Oh, not again.
We rush on the sleigh and Graydon controls it to start. I look at Kit.
J: You stay inside clear ?
K: Urg …
J: Clear !
K: Ok !
I go out with Boorman and Jade.
B: Don’t worry. Papa’s got a Harpoon.
He shoots it and he misses by so far.
J: You idiot !
E: FASTER !
One of the gales starts throwing Throwing-stars at us. Jade holds a board in front of us.
Ja: Boorman the Lux ! Try it !
B: No !
J: Why not ?!
B: Because there’s a perfect moment for that. This isn’t it.
The door behind us Opens but before the Throwing star can reach Kit I put my Arm in front of her and get impaled by it. I scream and Kit pulls me inside.
J: Fucking shit ! I Told you to stay inside !
K: I’m sorry.
She holds my Arm up. Willow comes inside. I hear fighting outside and then an Explosion.
J: What the hell is going on out there ?!
And then there is quiet outside.
J: Are they gone ?
B: Yes.
Jade comes inside. Sees my Arm and looks at me shocked.
Ja: Oh shit.
J: Oh that ? Just a scratch.
Ja: Yeah, we have to get that out.
She sits down in front of me.
Ja: Did I ever tell you about that Time when I thought I caught a possum but it turned out to be a Porcupine ? And they had to pull, like, thirty quills from my Foot.
J: You said it was three.
Ja: No it was definitely more than three. The point is everytime they yanked one out they used the same fool- proof method to numb the pain.
She nods and Kit turns my Head to her. I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead she slaps me. At the same time Jade pulls out the Star.
J: OW ! Fuck you !
My hand Immediately holds the wound. I look at Kit.
J: Could’ve just kissed me.
Ja: Ew.
They bind my Arm and Kit gives me a kiss. I lay my Head on her lap, slightly light headed.
J: Why is it always me that gets Impaled ? First a Dagger now a Throwing-Star. What next an Arrow ?!
G: We need to stop. This Mudmander thing is listless. It’s gotta rest or do whatever Mudmanders do to get their Oomph back.
We stop at an Island. Thankfully there is Foot and water on the sleigh. We start a Fire and cook. I’m sitting next to Kit, her head on my Shoulder. Jade gets me and Kit something to drink. I drown the Water instantly.
J: Thanks.
Ja: How you feelin’ ?
J: Still a bit drowsy but I’ll live.
G: All right, come on, Time to eat.
I look at Graydon who’s kneeling by the Shore with a Bucket. I stand up and sit next to him.
G: If you don’t mind, not biting the hand that feeds you and his friend.
He grabs a hand full of the white worms. And the thing slowly surfaces.
G: That’s it. It’s okay.
It’s so fucking cute. It’s kind of purring.
G: Aww.
J: That’s so cute.
He looks at both of us. And eats the worms out of Graydon's hand.
G: I shall name you Kenneth, after the protagonist of the romantic farce I’m writing.
I look at him from the side.
J: You’re a writer ?
Shyly he nods.
J: Can I read it ?
G: You want to ?
J: Why not.
He nods and smiles.
W: That was impressive what you did today.
J: What ?
W: He let one of the Gales explode.
Impressed, I look at him.
W: What was that you were using ?
G: Oh, just my flute.
He gives it to Willow.
J: Wow How’d you do that ?
G: It was instinct. Just from listening to you and Elora.
W: Meaningful objects can be conduits, but the Magic’s in you.
I pat his shoulder.
J: Writer, Adventure and Sorcerer. What Girl wouldn’t fall for you ?
E: Hey.
We look at her.
E: Time to train.
I look back at Graydon who has a longing look on his face.
J: Oh.
He nods.
J: That’s a tad bit unfortunate.
G: You think ?
I get up.
J: Now let me read your story.
He gets his little notebook.
J: That’s what you’re scrabbling inside the whole time ?
G: Yep.
I nod and pat the spot next to me. He sits down and hands me the Book.
J: Kenneth huh ?
G: Not the best name I know.
J: No it’s… It’s great. Really manly
We both look at eachother and laugh.
J: I think this story here needs a restart.
Confused, he looks at me until I stick out my Hand.
#kit tanthalos#kit tanthalos x reader#kit tanthalos x oc#willow#jade claymore#aryk tanthalos#elora danan#thraxus boorman#graydon hastur
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pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
genre: fluff, smut, angst if you squint
warnings: fwb, cursing, pining, slight depression, drinking, sex talk, virgin talk, slightly sleazy kiri denki and sero, soft bkg, praise kink, dom!bkg, cunnilingus, threesome talk, picture and video taping, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie
wc: 6.8k
summary: bakugou is hopelessly in love with you, so when his friends start talking about you, he realizes he needs to make a move.
author's note: based off of the asks I sent to @kingkatsuki. Linked here and here. Inspired me to write this in the first place 🥺❤.
Bakugou always wakes up before you do, almost two hours to be exact, and just lays there staring at you before he decides to finally get up for the day. Yesterday had sucked for the both of you, and so when you came crying to Bakugou about your date not going well and he felt all tense from all the interviews he did there wasn't any hesitation on either side to just let loose. This relationship had been going on since a little after you both graduated and now at the age of 23, it was hard for you both to see yourselves doing anything else, and maybe that's why all your dates kept failing.
It was strictly friends with benefits and even if you weren't having sex, the two of you would play video games and FaceTime each other when you couldn't sleep. Bakugou was surprisingly quick to accept you in his life and that's part of why he never wants to fuck this up, because without you he believes he'd be alone forever, even when Denki is constantly complaining about all the fangirls that gush over him online. The moment Bakugou realized he loved you was before you even made this arrangement, it was quick and kind of left him stunned.
It was all the way back in your first year, a day where he was unexceptionally grumpy and when he made an off handed comment to Iida, you ended up laughing so hard your face turned red like Eijirou's hair. He wasn't prepared for the sound and then the look on your face and suddenly he thought "Oh shit…" and knew he was fucked. Years later after a hero gala you ended up clinging to him all night and then suddenly you were both in his apartment but before he could think to protest you already had him around your pretty little finger.
You had made it clear that no feelings were involved and Bakugou swore he could feel a piece of himself leaving each time you used him, but if that's what it took then he'd be okay sacrificing himself for it. Most of the time he felt fine after, not really thinking about it too much, but occasionally he would think about all the silly things you do that make you who you are and he'd feel gloomy wishing he could just pour his heart out and it wouldn't be broken anymore.
This morning was one of those mornings and he trudged through his morning routine slower than usual, especially since you were still here. It's not like he didn't enjoy you staying, but it was too domestic for his heart to take and he is already dreading the hangover he'll have tomorrow when he drinks his feelings away later tonight. He ignores the feeling for now and finishes drying his hair before going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Bakugou isn't one for sweets but after how broken he feels he thinks making pancakes will make him feel better, a habit from when he was a kid and would ask his mom to make pancakes on his really rough days.
He's almost done with the pancakes when he hears some movement behind him and turns a little to see you stumbling in and he's thinking of how stunning you are right now.
Your hair is a mess, standing up in parts, drool running down your face a little, his t-shirt is wrinkled from you tossing and turning all night and your eyes are red from you rubbing the grogginess away. This is his favorite sight when it comes to you, but it's also the most painful sight of you. Something so romantic and domestic and intimate about seeing you like this, something you only trust your lover to see, something you find hideous and he finds beautiful. The morning glow of the sun is shining against your skin and he almost thinks he's seeing a goddess in his kitchen and not his best friend.
Bakugou catches himself staring and turns back to the food before you catch him. He knows if you catch him you'll start spewing off apologies of how you look and he can't stand the way his heart pangs each time you say something so awful about yourself. Sometimes he has to ignore you completely so he doesn't spill his heart out all over and make a mess of everything, but then you'll be staring at him expecting an answer to something he didn't hear. The look you have on your face always makes him want to say yes, even though he has no idea if it's a yes or no question or even a question at all.
"G'morning…" You grumble out and yawn and he grunts back to you in reply.
You go into the living room and collapse on his couch, slumping over the arm and he thinks about how painful that position is and you seriously can't be comfortable like that but it's things like this that make him really realize how deeply in love with you he really is. It's painful, rising from his stomach and into his heart and his throat and he thinks any second now he'll be spilling his guts out, vomit or words he has no idea, but it's painful and tears prickle in his eyes for a second before he grunts at himself. He's making two plates and grabbing silverware and syrup before joining you on the couch.
The television is on some cartoon and he has no idea if you're actually watching it or just enjoying the noise and colors. Either way he thinks you look adorable watching the screen as you absent-mindedly take your plate of pancakes and start pouring syrup over them. The morning goes by quietly, neither of you speaking as you eat, and there's something so insanely intimate about the quiet between you two that Bakugou just loves. He's never been good with conversation and prefers the quiet most of the time, but also appreciates when you start spewing off randomly as things come to your mind and you just need to tell someone.
"I give up dating." You blurt out and Bakugou is honestly a little surprised. You'd been oddly quiet this morning, probably thinking about last night and coming to your conclusion. "It's too hard and I don't think I'll find anyone to want me anyway."
Bakugou's head is screaming at him, telling him to just let loose and tell you all the good things about you, but he just glances at you and nods in understanding. Bakugou wants to yell about how much he wants you, how he's never wanted anyone else and doesn't think he ever will, but he wills the thoughts away and brings your empty plates to the kitchen. He rinses them and puts them in the dishwasher, but before he goes back to the living room he takes a second to think rationally about this. If you stop dating people he could theoretically have more time with you, but you won't be as stressed and might call off this relationship. Maybe that's the underlying message anyway, trying to tell him it's not working without hurting his feelings because you know how hard it is for him to open up to people.
No that's ridiculous, he thinks, if you wanted to call it off you would have said so. You weren't the type to play around like that and it's something he really appreciates, especially since he has so much trouble reading people. He goes back into the living room to find you going through his video games, deciding on what game the two of you should play. Seeing you act so casually sets his heart at ease but also on fire at the same time, and Bakugou thinks for a moment if this is what Todoroki feels constantly. He grunts at the thought and slumps into the couch, slightly drawing your attention just to let him know he's there before you go back to searching.
"Snipperclips?" You ask him, holding the game out. He thinks for a second, but he doesn't feel it today.
"No, too cutesy. And too angry." You let out a laugh at that. "But you're supposed to be angry all the time, Katsu." A flush comes across his face from the nickname but he lets out a grunt, slightly upset from your comment.
"What about Mario Party?" You turn to him with a grin, and the sight makes him want to crawl into a hole. Your smile is so bright, so pleasant, and something about it seems so wrong to him whenever you grin at him like that. He doesn't trust himself to reply and just nods slightly. You leap up excitedly and load the game up in a hurry before jumping onto the couch beside Bakugou. The force of the jump sends you catapulting into his lap and you're giggling profusely, suddenly very energetic after eating.
Bakugou chuckles at you, no matter how shitty he feels you always make him feel better, and he's content with seeing you smile like this all the time. You situate yourself on his lap, facing outward toward the television with your legs spread on the outside of his and leaning back into his chest. He leans forward to grab the controllers and relaxes his head onto your shoulder before starting up a game. For the next forty minutes you guys are laughing and giggling like teenagers and by the end of the game it isn't really a surprise when Bakugou wins.
It may not surprise you, he's competitive in everything he does, but nonetheless you turn around to smack him lightly and complain about how he cheated even when you know he didn't.
Suddenly there's a faint ringing coming from Bakugou's bedroom and he politely shoves you off of him to go see who is bothering him right now. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the caller is Eijirou, not expecting the redhead to annoy him too much, but answers the phone with an exasperated greeting as usual.
"Hey Bakugou!" Eijirou's cheery voice rings through the phone, and Bakugou feels like he might regret answering the call so early in the morning. "So I know it isn't usually the day we all get together and hang out but Denki and Hanta invited me to go to their place tonight and I just figured I'd invite you!"
Bakugou grunts out, but actually thinks it over. He already planned on getting drunk tonight, hoping that the numbness the alcohol would bring would be enough to distract him from last night and everything that's happened this morning. He supposes that drinking with friends might help him out, and he also knows that if he tells Eijirou no but complains about a hangover tomorrow at work then the redhead will scold him for drinking alone again. Eijirou is waiting for a real response and Bakugou grumbles out a "Fine, whatever." Then he promptly hangs up, hearing the slight excitement in Eijirou's voice.
Eijirou is quick to text him what time they all plan on meeting up and telling him how he's excited that Bakugou is going and not sulking in his room.
"Hey…" He's quick to turn to the voice, wondering what you needed. "I promised the girls I'd meet them for lunch today. So I should probably get going."
Bakugou can't tell if you're just coming up with an excuse to leave, but the idea of you leaving so soon has his heart shattering and also rebuilding itself from the heartbreak you've already caused. You both just stand there and stare at each other before Bakugou understands that you want him to leave the room and give you some privacy to get dressed. He fumbles awkwardly past you and to the living room. It's only a couple minutes before you come back out and start grabbing your things to leave.
He's not sure what to do when you leave, never really knows if he should hug you or just say bye, or maybe tell you to text him later. You beat him to the point before he can make a decision and are reaching over to him to hug him quickly and promising to text him later. He sort of smiles at you and promises to text you back and then just like that you're out the door and he's all alone in his apartment. Bakugou lets out a heavy sigh and collapses onto the couch, feeling utterly exhausted but knows he can't just sleep all day.
He's got a while until he has to leave so he decides to clean up a little and go for a run. Since he's a popular hero he has to disguise himself when he's out, so running is miserable because of how sweaty he is, but it's a normal feeling and he welcomes it. By the time he gets back to his apartment his brain is foggy and his throat is sore from breathing so heavily. The sweat is starting to bother him so he jumps in the shower and spends an embarrassing amount of time just letting the water cascade over his body. After he's out he spends the next couple hours playing video games and reading a new book.
Bakugou likes the quiet and the loneliness, much prefers it over the heartbreak of having someone there who doesn't love you the way you love them. When he's alone and finally away from his thoughts he feels at peace.
Bakugou is no longer feeling peace.
Hanging out with Eijirou, Denki, and Hanta had been going well, the group of them playing video games and drinking. They were even doing a couple drinking challenges, but now Bakugou wishes he didn't come. He really wishes he could just get up and leave the conversation.
"I've always wondered what Uraraka is like. I actually tried asking her out, but she was always around Midoriya so it was hard." Denki is blurting out.
"Yeah, man. She's kind of uptight, I'd really enjoy hearing her moan like a bitch in heat." Hanta is laughing out and taking a swig of his beer before nudging Eijirou's side. Eijirou's face is almost as red as his hair, from the alcohol and the conversation itself. "What about you Ei? Any girls you wanted to lay?"
Bakugou can see the gears turning in his head, something he did when they'd study, and knows Eijirou is debating whether or not he should say what's on his mind. Denki and Hanta know Eijirou isn't innocent, but Bakugou knows how dark the redhead can get.
"Uhm…" Eijirou is nervous and turns to Bakugou for help but is greeted with a very pissed off look. He knows what the other is going to say, something the two have talked about before, and maybe he thinks it'll help Bakugou get in the conversation, but is worried it'll piss him off. Eijirou isn't the type to keep things to himself, especially when he's drunk, so he turns towards the other two and blurts out how hot he thinks you are.
Bakugou is narrowing his eyes at Eijirou, knowing he probably pissed him off on purpose, something he's done multiple times before, but he's also drunk and Bakugou wills himself to not be that mad. He can't get possessive of you when you aren't even his, especially not in front of Hanta and Denki.
"I like to stare at the photos on her Instagram a lot, the ones that show off her top half the most. She's got a great set of tits!" He's giggling and squirming a little on the couch. Bakugou doesn't miss the way the other two groan out at this. He feels possessive even though he shouldn't and takes a big gulp of his drink, willing himself to feel any other emotion.
He decides to cover it up with his usual smug grin, and he realizes how he really should be smug about this. It wasn't a secret that Bakugou had been the only guy you'd been with, you admitted that the day after you two first fucked, and he immediately apologized for being so rough with you at the loss of your virginity but you quickly shoved it down his throat. Saying things about how you really didn't mind, didn't really remember much, and how you would've told him to stop if it had been that bad. Still, he felt bad and desperately wishes to make it up to you one day, but knows if he ever went soft on you then you'd probably run away because you didn't like him that way.
"Her tits are nice but have you seen her ass?" Hanta is groaning and Bakugou can see the way the other three are starting to sport erections at the lewd conversation. "And whenever she wears dresses I can see where her ass meets her thighs! I'd love to squeeze them."
Bakugou is thinking of last night, how soft your ass and thighs are, the way they wrap around him so nicely, and he can feel himself starting to get turned on. He's thinking of the time you called him stressed out over the new merch line you were making and how he went to your place to help relieve that tension. The thought of how tight your thighs squeezed his head has his dick beginning to pulse and he has to readjust himself before the others see.
"She must be really tight don't you think?" Denki is blurting out, kind of loudly, and has this wild expression on his face from pure ecstasy. Denki would get with any girl that was willing, but the amount of times he went after a virgin fan was ridiculous and had earned him the nickname of 'Virgin Killer' amongst his friends.
"She's gotta be a virgin, I know she goes on dates but she says they all end horribly. God…" He's groaning and throwing his head back. "I'd kill to be the first in that little pussy."
Hanta is groaning along with him. "If she is a virgin, imagine how wet she'd get. Virgins are so sensitive you know." Denki is giving him that wild look before speaking again.
"She's gotta be a total slut though. A couple weeks ago at a conference for a mission she bent over and flashed her panties at me." He's giggling a little and reminiscing about the memory. "Probably heard of how good I am but is too scared to ask." He laughs loudly this time, and the sound actually pisses Bakugou off more than anything.
The three start arguing over who you'd rather fuck, but Bakugou isn't paying attention. His thoughts are occupied on you, this entire relationship, and all his feelings for you. He's angry that you aren't his, even after all he's claimed of you, and hearing other guys talk about you this way makes him regret not saying anything. If you reject him and stop the relationship then so be it, but he's tired of loving you with all he has and not being given the same in return.
"What about you Bakugou?" Eijirou is turned to him and Bakugou doesn't know what he's supposed to be replying to but his words are rushing out before he can really think.
"She's mine." It's a low growl, possessive, and downright mean. "I've already fucked her for years now, none of you losers have a chance!" Shock crosses their faces for a second but then they all start laughing at him, and Bakugou can't help the confusion on his face.
"Yeah right! Man Bakugou you're so funny!" Denki is clutching Hanta and almost falling into his lap. The other boy is laughing so hard he's struggling to breathe and Eijirou is laughing with a slight hint of sadness. He's probably thinking the blonde has lost his mind, because if you two had been fucking he's sure Bakugou would've spilled the beans long ago. Bakugou growls at them and when Eijirou puts his hand on him in comfort he loses his cool. He starts yelling at them on how he'll prove it and leaves the apartment before any of them can respond or piss him off further.
He doesn't know what to do now. He wants to go to your apartment and ravage you to prove that you're his but he's tired of bouncing around his feelings and wants to actually claim you as his.
Bakugou goes home and falls asleep angry at the world.
It's been an entire week since Bakugou lost his cool on his friends and has been ignoring them since. His phone is blown up with messages and calls but he has no energy to reply. At work he doesn't interact with them except in a professional manner, and they're honestly getting really worried about him.
You haven't been hearing anything from Bakugou either and ask Eijirou about it just to hear that they all got in a fight of sorts and he's been ignoring everyone. Eijirou won't tell you what happened but convinces you to go check up on him at his apartment. The moment you knock on the door your nerves are racked really high. He might not answer but if he does he might just tell you to fuck off and leave you alone.
It takes a long moment and when you turn to leave, the door is being thrown open and you're being pulled inside so quickly your head starts spinning. You take a second to adjust and see Bakugou collapse back onto the couch, and really get a good look at him.
He looks miserable, the worst you've ever seen, and you almost wonder if you're truly looking at Bakugou. Your heart pangs when you realize he let you in, literally and figuratively, and decide to press on and see if he'll talk to you about it. Bakugou doesn't let people in, and when he does it's difficult. He's not straightforward and says things so nonchalant that it takes a second to register what he's really said. You have to be gentle with him and really take it slow if he'll open up to you, so you take it slow and decide to ask about what's bothering him after taking care of his well-being.
"Have you eaten or drank anything today, Kats?" All you get in reply is a grunt, but his face gives him away. His face slightly moves in embarrassment, and you realize he probably hasn't eaten or drank much at all since the fight. Whatever happened must be really bothering him because he always makes sure to take care of himself. "I'll go make you something okay?"
You go to the kitchen and easily find what you're looking for. You've been here so many times it's almost as easy as your own kitchen, and then you realize your kitchen is very similar in layout, something you must have done without noticing. The silverware is in the same drawer, the pots and pans stuck in a cupboard near the stove, bowls and cups in a cupboard above the sink, and a small pantry full of cereal, soup, and other canned goods. You move across the kitchen quickly and in only a couple minutes you're bringing him a glass of water and chicken noodle soup.
Bakugou glances at it when you set it down but doesn't make an effort to move until you're pulling at him and moving him to sit up. It takes a while and Bakugou slightly smiles at your struggle, but it doesn't cheer him up any. When you finally have him sitting up you're quick to sit down next to him and he slumps his weight into you, his neck is buried into your neck and his arms are pulling you close by the waist. "You gotta eat Kats." You murmur quietly. "Can you do that for me please?"
He nods slightly and turns his head a little so that you can bring the spoon up to his mouth. As you feed him you can get a good look at his face, it's red and puffy, clearly he's been crying quite a bit. There are bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep, and you try to ignore the slight smell of his breath and just his body in general. After he's done eating and drinking the water you pull him into your chest and rub his head. The comfort causes him to rub his face across your chest and he's pulling you onto his lap haphazardly. Your legs are over his, your top half facing him, and your bottom half at an angle slightly towards him.
You both sit in silence, you rubbing his head and him nuzzling into your chest. He brings his head up and kisses your neck softly, a blush creeping across your face, and you pull back slightly to look at him. His eyes are wet, filled with tears, and his bottom lip is slightly trembling. He lifts his right hand and grabs the back of your neck before pulling you into the softest kiss you two have ever shared. You've kissed during sex, but not anytime else and certainly nothing this soft. The feeling makes your heart shatter and tears start to well up in your eyes. Both of your hands move to his jaw and he's moving you to lay you softly on your back with him on top.
"I love you." It's so soft you barely hear it and you're pulling away to look at him fully. His eyes are welling up with tears and he looks like he's about to burst any second now. You give him a soft smile and lean up to kiss him softly. "I love you too Katsu."
He collapses onto you and the tears are flowing down his cheeks onto your neck and his body is being racked by sobs. "How… How long?" He chokes out with a hiccup. Your heart slightly breaks as you realize he's probably felt the same this whole time. "Since I first met you." You speak honestly, no longer wanting to hold it in. Your words rack another sob out of him and he's clutching you tightly. "I didn't think you'd ever reciprocate the feelings so I never said anything about it."
He laughs a little. "Dumbass." He lifts up and crashes his lips onto yours and you can feel how much care and love he really has for you. You feel all the heartache you've both felt this entire time and a couple tears flow down your cheeks. Bakugou starts kissing along your jaw and down your neck. "I love you…" He whispers into the air as he lifts you a little to pull your shirt off of you. "Gotta treat you right, make up for it all." He kisses along your collarbone and your chest.
Bakugou grabs you and carries you to his bedroom, kissing you the whole time and both of your hearts feel so full. He sets you down gently and unclasps your bra, pulling it off gently before ghosting over your chest and muttering out praises of how gorgeous you look. The way he looks at you, his words and how they sound, it's all so much and your heart is beating so rapidly you think it might burst out of your chest any second now.
You reach forward and tug at his shirt and he glances up at your face before lifting it off of himself. Your hands immediately trace his chest and up his shoulders into his hair, playfully tugging it and receiving a slight moan out of him. He gently pushes you to lay on your back and hovers over on top of you, locking your lips again. His hands cup your breasts gently and trace his thumbs over your nipples, causing you to sigh into his mouth, effectively causing his hips to rut forward into yours. You pull his hair at the feeling of his hard erection pressing against you and now he's moaning into your mouth, louder than he usually is.
"Love ya s' much." He's drawling out, mouth full of spit and eyes still wet. Your chest is aching from his confession and you can feel how wet you are, jeans and panties sticking to you. "Please…" You beg out, "Please make love to me, Katsu." A smile crosses his face and a sob slightly racks his body before he's nodding and scooting down the bed.
His lips trail along your body as he makes his way down. Along your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and causing you to arch, before kissing along your stomach. Bakugou sends a smirk up to you as his fingers rest over the button of your jeans and he slowly starts taking them off of you. Once they're off his hands are squeezing your thighs and a curse leaves his lips.
"Fuck… So pretty, even had Sero wishing he could squeeze these the way I do." The words throw you off, why would he say something like that at a time like this? "What? Katsu, what do you mean?"
He sends you a smirk, more devilish and possessive, more familiar than the soft Bakugou before. A low chuckle leaves his lips before he leans up to whisper in your ear. "They all want to fuck your pretty little angel cunt, but guess what princess?" He pauses to look at your face before continuing. "This is all mine." A low growl, something so possessive it almost scares you, leaves his lips as he grips your waist tight and a whimper leaves your lips.
"All yours, Kats." You whimper out and his head spins at the feeling of finally claiming you. His head dips to your neck to leave marks and his hand comes down to your cunt and plays with you on the outside of your panties. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and claw at him, grunts coming from his lips, and moans start falling from your lips. It's so romantic and the desire is thick between you two, the feeling has you rutting your hips up into his hand and your back is arching slightly. Each time his tongue laps at your skin after sucking harshly a shiver runs through your body and forces a moan out.
He leans back to look at his work, admiring the red marks coating your neck, before he leans back down and bites harshly, with a mutter of "Mine…" You let out a strangled moan and a whine of his name before he pulls back to look at you in your eyes.
"Baby." He stops rubbing you and grips your waist, holding eye contact, and mutters words you never thought you'd be so excited to hear. "Can I show them how you're mine? Wanna prove it to them that this is all mine." The thrill of showing off your body like that, the thrill of showing his claim over you, it causes you to gush a little and you whimper at him with a nod. Your heart is beating with admiration with the fact that he asked you for permission first and made sure you were okay with it.
"Gonna show Ei those pretty tits he talked about." He traces his fingers along your nipples and smirks when they get harder. "Gotta show Sero these thick thighs wrapped around me and the way your ass jiggles when I spank you." He giggles a little with a slight smack against your thigh and you giggle in return. His hands grab the hem of your panties and pull them off slowly, his eyes dilate at the sight of your slick sticking to your panties, and a gasp escapes his mouth at how pretty you are. "I'll show Kaminari how tight this pussy really is when it's wrapped around my cock."
You whine out at that and he sends a smirk up at you. "You like the idea of that, huh?" He giggles at the frantic nod you give him and his cock pulses when you start whining for him to touch you. Bakugou leans up and pecks your lips with a promise that he'll take care of you and make you feel better than he ever has.
Then he leans back and reaches for his phone that was sitting on his nightstand to open up his camera. He turns his phone sideways and takes a picture of your chest, shows it to you first, then sends it to his groupchat with the other guys. He doesn't wait for a reply before he's scooting down the bed to spread your legs and take a picture of your pretty cunt, then another with his thumb spreading you open, and again showing it to you before sending it. For now he puts it off to the side and leans back over you to kiss your neck and chest again.
"Wonder what they'll say baby." He chuckles darkly before nibbling on your ear a little. He starts to trail down your body, not wasting much time before settling his face between your thighs and you squirm when he lets his breath ghost over you. "Katsu…" You whine out and his eyes glance up at you with a smirk. "Yeah?" He says cockily, and you squirm again, lifting your hips up into his face but he grabs your hips and pushes you to the bed.
"Be patient baby. Gotta take care of you the right way." His face gets closer and he licks up your slit agonizingly slow before flicking your clit and chuckling at your whine. "Sound s'good when you're desperate baby." A moan escapes his lips. "Taste good when you're dripping like this."
Then he's opening his mouth and pressing his tongue flat against you, dragging it up and down slowly before sucking harshly at your clit. Bakugou has always been good at eating pussy, but it wasn't something you indulged in because it felt very intimate for some reason. With the way he's licking and sucking at your cunt right now, it feels like he's pouring all of his emotions into it and you can already feel the tightness in your lower belly.
"Ka… Kats…" You whine out, not ready to let go. He just looks up at you and silently understands that you're ready to take him, not wanting to waste any time, and he's quick to take his pants and boxers off. As soon as he's back between your legs and coating himself in your slick you're whining out and rutting your hips to get him to hurry up. "Gotta be patient." He chuckles out and grips your waist.
Once he's rubbed himself fully he's lining up and looking into your eyes for confirmation, which you eagerly give him. The stretch is slightly painful, so familiar, and almost suffocating. No matter how many times you take Bakugou, the stretch is always overwhelming and you start to sob before he's leaning down to kiss your cheek and rub a thumb along your clit.
"Feel s'good baby." His voice is thick. "Such a perfect little cunt." He then groans out and feels your walls clamp down on him before easing up again. Once he's bottomed out he leans back and just stares at you for a second before grabbing his phone again.
You see it before he really registers the feeling, the look of pure annoyance that crosses his features. A growl leaves his lips and he mutters something about them not believing it's you and even though he's mad you can't help but giggle a little. He glares at you for a second before a grin, a very menacing look he reserves for villains, is crossing his features and he's laughing out before asking if he can record you. The sincerity of his voice doesn't match his face, but it's very Bakugou and you smile at him lovingly before nodding a quick yes.
For now he sets the phone down and focuses back on you, and the feeling of him being inside of you. "Gonna move now." Then he's pulling back slowly, hands on your waist, and eyes trained on where you're conjoined. A guttural groan leaves his throat and he leans his head back before thrusting back inside your tight heat. "Fuck…" He mutters, and your walls flutter around him at the sound. Bakugou sets a slow pace, fucking you open for him, and you feel the air leave your lungs each time he bottoms out.
One of his hands reaches for his phone to pull up the camera while the other reaches down to rub at your clit again. "Legs up." He demands and you whine before following along. "Gonna record you now." You nod eagerly at him and moan a little before he hits the button.
The phone is pointed at your crotch, capturing the way your walls grip him as he pulls out and pushes back in, and the way his thumb flicks across your clit. The thought of other people seeing you like this has you gushing a little, caught on camera, and you whine out. "Katsu… Please baby." He glances up at you before focusing on his phone again. "Please what?" He chuckles darkly. "Use your words baby."
You groan out and move your hips, but he's quick to grab them and settle you down. "Gotta tell me what you want or else I can't help you out." There's a grin across his face and you whine again before replying. "Faster. I need it, Kats." He's quick to retort, hips thrusting in a little rough before settling at a slow pace again. "You need it, huh?" He laughs, a genuine laugh, and you whimper at him.
Bakugou still gives you what you ask for but picks the pace up slowly, thumb matching his thrusts. You moan out loudly when he sets a good pace and he groans when your walls flutter around him more and more. He angles the camera a little and starts speaking. "Fluttering around my cock like crazy baby. Bet Sero couldn't make you feel this way, huh?" He pauses, and you understand he genuinely wants a reply. "Only you, Kats."
"Kaminari couldn't make you gush like this could he?" A whine leaves your lips before you almost shout out a no. "Ei couldn't even fit, such a tight cunt." He chuckles darkly at the way you flutter at the thought. "Bet you'd love to be stuffed with his cock though. Right baby?" The camera doesn't miss the way you gush in reply and you whine out a protest, but the thought of the two taking you was always intriguing.
Bakugou stops the recording and sends it before setting it down again. He starts to pick up the pace and leans down to kiss along your chest and neck, reveling in the way you whimper and groan out for him. He keeps muttering praises and every one sends a tingle through your body before your walls flutter and gush around him. You've never heard him be so soft before and hearing it now makes your heart pang with how much you love hearing it. The love is thick in the air along with arousal and it feels almost suffocating. Tears prickle at your eyes from everything you feel, all the pleasure from his cock and fingers, all the love from his heart to yours, and you're quickly reaching your high before you know it.
Bakugou leans back a little to look at your face and is overcome with how pretty you look absolutely wrecked like this. He's seen your face contorted in pleasure so many times before, but this is the one he wants to commit to memory forever, the pure love and lust overcoming your face. You're both choking out sobs, the pleasure building rapidly and before you know it, the tension is snapping.
Your legs shake, your vision blurs, and you let out a silent scream because of how much pleasure you feel, nothing like ever before. It doesn't take long before Bakugou follows behind, his own body shaking slightly and he bites down on your neck as he fills you up. It takes a little before you both come down from your high and Bakugou slowly pulls out before giving you a gentle kiss and getting up to go get a towel.
You still feel lightheaded, thoughts swimming all around you and when Bakugou comes back into the room to clean you up you're reaching up and whining for him to lay down. He's giggling at you, scolding you about cleaning up, before he gets some clothes for you both. It's sensitive to move so he helps the best he can and lays you both down on the bed. Sleep is easily overcoming you, but before you fall asleep you can hear Bakugou laugh a little before speaking.
"Looks like there's no doubt you're mine anymore." A gentle kiss is laid on your head and then you're falling asleep to the sound of him breathing next to you.
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I regret nothing
Daryl Dixon x drunk!reader
Prompt: I regret nothing! You don’t even remember what you are supposed to regret.
Summary: You are having really rough morning and it gets slightly worse when you are reminded of last night.
Author note: I am starting to really get into writing and was thinking of opening request and linking like masterlist or something.
You never had a problem with waking up at the crack of dawn, afterall the apocalypse didn’t give anyone the luxury of long sleep. However when the first rays of sunshine escaped between old curtains into your bedroom, there was no doubt you had to get up. The splitting headache was not helping even a bit, did you drink last night? I would surely remember that.
Growling of an empty stomach and sore throat that felt like you hadn’t drunk any water in a while, caused you to emerge from under your old blankets. Descending down the staircase you stagger into the kitchen, the house you shared with Carol and Daryl seemed empty so Daryl was probably already out hunting.
“How is your head?” Wrong deduction, Daryl's voice rang right behind you just as you were filling white mug with water. His little reappearance caused you to spill half the content of your now not so filled mug on the tile kitchen floor.
“Oh yeah. It's nothing, in fact I regret nothing.” You in fact had no recollection of yesterday. If it weren’t for the constant pounding in your head and foul taste in your mouth you would have to ask about yesterday.
“You got drunk with Rosita last night.” You could hear the amusement in his voice, clear as day. Why was it so funny? “Yeah, I know that, I was there.” You pronounced proudly but Daryl probably already knew from the confused side looks you were shooting him. Silent Please elaborate. What did you do last night? While hundred questions swirled around your brain Daryl moved over to one of the bar stools on the opposite side of the kitchen.
“You don’t even remember what you are supposed to regret, right?” That sounded more like a statement than a question. “Had to drag ya inside otherwise ya’d die out of alcohol poisoning.” He murmured, standing up again. That was nice of him, so nice. He is always so nice.
“Did I do something embarrassing?” You murmured back to him with avoidance in your stare. “Nah. You were just really enjoying yourself, nothing wrong with that…” Thank god, you were slightly afraid you said something embarrassing in front of the archer in your drunken state.
“... but maybe try not to kiss me in front of everyone.” He added while leaving the house with you stunned and unmoving in the kitchen.
Oh no.
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Gemma’s Daughter (1/?)
Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Cursing, angst, yelling, cheating, heartbreak, physical fight
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This was the third time Angel’s phone went straight to voicemail. It was the middle of the night, and he said he would be home 3 hours ago for his and your movie night which at the end of it, you would share some thrilling life-changing news. You were worried sick about him not returning your calls, worried that something serious had happened. What if he was hurt? Or worse, dead? You decided to shoot him a text; maybe he was doing something important, making it so he couldn’t pick up right now.
📲 Angel😇
Baby, where are you? I’m worried! Please just let me know if you’re safe ok? I have something exciting to tell you. Love you❤️
You texted some of the other guys. None of them had heard anything from him. They told you not to worry. He was probably caught up with something and would turn up eventually. Luckily your brother Jax picked up when you called. You asked him for some guidance on if you should sound the alarm or wait until Angel gave off noise. Since he was in the same life as your husband, you figured he would know what’s best. He told you better to wait. That he was most likely dealing with something that had taken his full attention. If he didn’t turn up tomorrow, Jackson said he would take the drive over to help you look for him. You were so thankful for your big brother. He was always there to help you whenever he could. To protect and love you.
You refused to go to sleep before he came home or before he called you, so you knew he was safe and sound. Some movie was playing on the TV that you didn’t pay much attention to. The battle between you and your eyelids was still going strong. All of a sudden, you were woken up from your zombie state by the front door opening and closing. Footsteps that belonged to no other than Angel made their way into the dim-lit living room.
“Angel!” His movements were sort of clumsy. A sign that he had been drinking. You came to stand at his side. Holding him up by his forearm as it looked like he was going to faint face down ass up on the floor any second. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell of the alcohol on him. “Angel, I was worried sick! Where were you?” “I was out with my brother.” His words had a pinch of sluggishness in them as he spoke. “We were supposed to have our movie night! We haven’t seen each other all week, and this was going to be our evening together.”
“Ugh,” he tugged himself out of your grasp, which took you by surprise. “Why are you so bossy all the time? I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” His words started to sting a little, but you didn’t think that much of it. He was shitfaced drunk, and he wasn’t his usual self. “Angel I-“ “No, you listen here, I’m sick and tired of you always going; oh Angel this oh Angel that,” he tried to mimic your voice but failed miserably, “like shut up. Shut the fuck up for one goddamn second in your life and stop being so fucking clingy.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. The tears in your eyes started to build up as you held two protective hands over your stomach. Your mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. “A-Angel ple-please-“ “No, I don’t fucking care right now. I’m leaving.” And just like that, he turned around and walked out. The force of the door slamming shut shook the whole house as you were left with an emptiness inside you.
The tears ran down your cheeks like it was pouring rain outside. Your body trembled at the anxiety and stress you were feeling at what just happened. You looked down at where your hands were laid over your stomach. “I-I’m so sorry li-little bean. I’m so so-sorry, my sweetheart.”
In the morning, you woke up in the worst state you have ever been in. The same clothes as yesterday were still on you. The pounding in your head wouldn’t seem to stop. Your eyes raw from crying, and your throat felt like rough sandpaper. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you padded down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you stared out the kitchen window, you saw your neighbor playing with their kids, which started the production of tears again.
A gasp left you of the sound from the front door opening and Angel’s voice calling for you. You met him in the living room—both of you staring at each other without saying a word. You should be mad at him, shouldn’t you? To scream at him for saying those hurtful things? But for some reason, your heart wouldn’t allow you to do so. You were just relieved that he had come home.
Angel was the first one to break the awkward silence. “Please… sit,” he pointed towards the sofa. You sat at one end while he took his place at the other. His face was in his hands. It looked like he had something to share with you. “Angel… what is it?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyes locked with yours and his heart broke when he saw what mess he had left you in. “I’m sorry for how I acted. Yelling at you like that…saying things that aren’t true… it’s not what you deserve. I don’t know what came over me and… I have something I need to tell you.” He looked up to you as tears welled up in his eyes. You gave him a slight nod, a sign that he could go ahead with whatever it was.
“When I left in the night, I was supposed to go over to pop's house to sleep. I didn’t take the bike because I was too shitfaced to drive, so I went on foot hoping that it would sober me up… and... I just kept walking and walking until I found myself… not at Felipe’s.” He peeked up to you from where he was looking down at the floor just a moment ago. His heart broke into microscopic pieces when he saw on your face that you knew where his story was most likely going. As much as he didn’t want to finish, he had to. He had to come clean and straight with you. You deserved that much.
“I found myself at Adelita’s place… and… we hooked up.” The silence after he said that was hefty and long. Once again, he was the one to break it. “Querida… it’s the biggest fucking mistake I have ever made in my fucking life. I don’t know what the fuck came over me to do something like that to you… to us.”
He tried to get a hold of your hand, but you pulled away in disgust. You didn’t want him to touch you after he had been feeling all up on her in the night while you were home alone crying yourself to sleep. You had no words, none. Your mouth was opening and closing, but nothing seemed to escape it. “Please say something.” “Where is she?” “I don’t see ho-“ “Goddammit Angel, just tell me where the fuck she is!” The scream you let out startled him. “Sh-she’s at the clubhouse… there was some emergency that needed to be taken care of, and it couldn’t wait till later.”
At lightning speed, you had grabbed the car keys and were out the door. Angel registered what the fuck was going on when he heard the engine's roar from the car. He was quick to his feet and on his bike to try and catch up before you did anything stupid.
Not thinking straight, you barge through the Templo doors to be met with Adelita and the rest of the MC standing over a map planning something. “Sweetheart, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Bishop said with a stern manner. You didn’t hear him. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to be in the room. All you could think about was the rage filling you up as she stood there gloating at you. A smug look on her face that you knew where your man had been last night, all cozy and tangled up together in her sheets.
She didn’t expect you to jump her and start beating the shit out of her; she knew you weren’t that type of girl, so it startled her when you did. That’s when Angel walked in out of breath and saw the scene in front of him that had him stand dead in his tracks as he watched. Your hands punched and scratched as you screamed, "I'm the mother of his child, not you bitch! Don’t ever touch him again!” You didn’t register what you said, and now everyone knew. She tried to fight back, but you were much more powerful than her.
It took the guys a few moments to pull you off as they were in sheer shock at what was going on in front of them. You were usually a shy and sweet girl that wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They were surprised that you so quickly took her down. Once pulled off, Taza escorted Adelita out since it was time for her to leave. “How in the fuck did you do that?” They almost said in unison. "Jax may be my brother, but my mother is Gemma, and you definitely don’t want to fuck with us.” You knew your mother would be proud of you for standing up for yourself and for putting that bitch in her place.
“Wait… you’re pregnant.” “Yes, Angel, I’m fucking pregnant, and you’ve just fucked up our whole relationship, our future.” The tears that were threatening to spill were managed to be put under control by your choice of not showing any of them how you truly felt, sad, empty, alone, and betrayed by Angel’s choices of thinking with his dick and not his fucking brain.
You were about to storm out when he grabbed you by the forearm. “Wait, please… we can fix this! Please let me fix this dulce.” “No, Angel,” you twisted your arm to get loose of his grip; the touch of him made you cringe, “the damage has already been done. I can’t fucking stand to look at you. Not now. I’m going home… I’m going home to Charming for a while.” And with that, you left Angel there to mend his broken pieces at losing the two of you…
To Be Continued
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% comforting them when they're upset
.! oikawa, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x gn!r
.! angst + fluff/ breakdowns, crying, etc. lightly proofread bc im lazy so sorry for any mistakes.
.! im so sorry if this is absolute word vomit or horse shit 😭 i tried my best though 😌 uhhh sorry for not posting yesterday i got my daith pierced and i was in a lot of pain after that so i didnt feel like writing anywho enjoy this 👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩 p.s. i was originally gonna write for mad dog but i was struggling so i went with mattsun instead sorry. also idk why matsuns ended up being so short i didnt do him justice i apologize 😩
oikawa
— always gets discouraged when his knee bothers him. today was one of those days. his coach had made him sit out of practice because he had been limping a bit. he came home distraught and you noticed right away.
"what's the matter toru?" you asked opening your arms for a hug, which he accepted, wrapping his arms around your middle quite tightly. "my knee is bothering me again 'n coach made me sit out. it's just not fair." he mumbled into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak through your shirt. you nodded and responded, "baby, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. i know it's not fair but-", "but i wanna play volleyball, i wanna get better and practice." he said, aggravated that you weren't exactly on his side, still he held you tighter.
"toru, baby, look at me." he does as told, and you bring your hands up to wipe his tear stained cheeks,"toru, you can't strain your knee anymore than you already do, you know this. i know you only want to play volleyball, baby i know, but you have to be patient." he nods in agreement and you do the same, then guiding his head back to your shoulder, "i know it's frustrating toru, but you can't force it, y'know? he wouldn't make you sit out if it wasn't for your best interest. you know that, deep down."
the two of you had been cuddling on the couch, his back against your chest when you heard him sniffling again, "toru, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up slightly. "i'm so useless, my own knee can't even work right. the team deserves someone better and so d-do you" he hiccuped, hiding is face in his hands. you felt guilty for not comforting him more earlier. "toru, that's not true at all." you stated, forcing his hands into yours, "take it back right now." he looked at you confused. "toru oikawa i said take it back right this instant." you said a little sterner than before.
"no." he managed to get out through sobs, and you knew the stern method wasn't going to work this time around. "toru, please. you're not useless at all, not to anyone, not to the team, and especially not to me. you're the best teammate, friend and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and your knee just needs a break sometimes, you just need a break sometimes and thats okay. needing a break doesn't make you useless or weak, toru." you say softly, guiding him to a sitting position, hugging him closely and tracing small, comforting shapes on his back.
"you're so so strong toru, and you're an amazing person, an amazing boyfriend, you're such an amazing volleyball player and i'm so proud of how far you've come since highschool." you say, kissing the crown of his head. "you mean it?" he asks leaning back to look at you, "i always do, toru. i love you more than anything, and i'm so so fucking proud of you, but you have to know, it's okay to need a break sometimes and it doesn't change who you are as a person and it definitely doesn't make you weak or useless. he nods in response, burrying his head into the crook of your neck. you both stay like that, you whispering words of affirmations, him listening fondly until he feels better a little while later.
tsukishima
— he usually didn't let the stress of professional volleyball get to him like this, but he couldn't help it he would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, from interviews, to extra practice to prepare for the overseas games he had coming up, he was exhausted, to add onto it all he had been neglecting you and he felt horrible for it.
you knew practice was going to be running late since your boyfriend had told you in advance, so you weren't initially worried as to why kei had been coming home late at night. this night in particular was the fourth night in a row kei been home late and you starting to grow concerned. you hadn't seen him hardly at all that week, which was unusual because he always made time for you no matter what. worried, you decided to stay awake and wait for him to get home.
when the time finally comes, your heart dropped at his appearance, he looked absolutely horrible, as if he hadn't slept right in weeks. "why are you up?" he mumbled, taking his shoes off rather sloppily, uncharacteristic of him. you made your way closer to yoir exhausted boyfriend, "kei, i'm worried about you. i know you don't like me meddling with your career, and please don't misunderstand my concern for that. i'm just worried you aren't getting enough rest and i've barely seen you at all this week." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
you knew something was wrong when you saw the tear swell in his eyes, but he just stood there awkwardly, you walked closer toward him, "kei, what's wrong?" you ask, extending your arms toward him, which he basically fell into, he started sobbing immediately, shocking you initially. "i'm s-sorry for neglecting you this week, i didn't mean to i-i just-", "kei, i'm not worried about that, i'm worried that you aren't taking care of yourself properly." you mumble, patting his back comfortingly. to which he shakes his head no."work has been too much recently, i can't sleep and i barely have time to even think. its just practice, interviews, practice, interviews i-i can't handle it all anymore, y/n." he sobbed into your shoulder, you were speechless at his vulnerability.
"kei,-", "but i can't stop now because that'll make me a failure and i don't want to let you down and the team too, i just want to make everyone proud but i think i'm falling behind." he cried, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "kei, you could never let me down. actually, i think i've been letting you down recently, i don't tell you this enough but, i'm so so proud of you kei, so proud you don't even understand, i'm sorry for not expressing that enough to you. i understand that you feel as if you're falling behind but overworking and stressing yourself out isn't going to help you improve, kei, and i know you also know that."
"you're working yourself sick, kei and i can't stand here and continue to let that happen so you're taking a day off whether you like it or not. tomorrow will be a me and you day, how does that sound? i'll call your coach in the morning." honestly, you wouldn't have let him say no anyways, and he knew that so he just nodded his head. "look at me kei, you have to tell me when you're feeling overwhelmed. it's not good to keep things in like this, it's just like you tell me." he nods his head, but avoids eye contact, "and i'm not disappointed or upset at you, you know. but i can't read your mind, so please just tell me when things start to feel like they're crashing down on you 'kay? i'll help you just like you help me." you smile, he looks at you and nods, hugs you closer and whispers an "i love you" into your ear, which you return.
matsuwaka
— you knew his work was stressful and emotionally and mentally exhausting, so there were always worries in the back of your mind that he would become too overwhelmed, well today your worries became reality.
"welcome home issei." you called from the kitchen as your boyfriend walked through the door, though he offered you no response, which made you frown. "issei?-" you gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms sneak their way around your waist, "jesus, issei, you scared me!" you giggle placing your hands atop of his own, but you realized he was not laughing with you. "issei, baby?" concern laced in your tone as you maneuvered your way around to face him, "what's wrong baby?" you ask, taking his face in your hands to wipe at escaping tears.
"work was rough today." was all he said as he melted at the feeling of your thumbs running back and forth on his cheeks. "oh issei, i'm sorry." you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly, "is there anything i can do to help?" he didn't know why but something inside of him snapped when you asked him that, and sobs escaped his lips, he could only hide his face in the space between your neck and shoulder because for some reason he felt... ashamed to be crying in front of you like this. "please just hold me." he cried, so you did just that, shushimg him when his sobs got violent, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly.
the both of you stood there for a good 15 minutes before you spoke up after he had calmed down a bit, "is there anything you need to get off your chest? you don't have to tell me now or even at all but i want you to know that whatever is bothering you, you can tell me, anything at all. i know your job is mentally exhausting and honestly i dont even know how you do it but i dont want you thinking you have to carry the burden of it alone, okay? i'm so proud of you, so so so proud of you issei, i just wanted you to know that."
you felt him nod in the crook of your neck, a soft, "thank you." sounding shortly after, "of course." you responded, kissing his shoulder a few time.he wasn't sure when he would feel completely ready to get things off his chest but he felt loved knowing that you would always be there to comfort him, and for that he was forever grateful.
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better half of me [lexie grey]
lexie grey x fem reader
requested: hi there can I request a Lexie grey x fem reader imagine where reader is marks sister and moves from Houston where she was working previously and gets a job in Seattle so when she arrives she flirts and sleeps around with all the nurses, but then she meets Lexie and falls deeply in love with her and stops sleeping around and tries to pursue Lexie but one day sees her and mark in bed together so she starts sleeping around again, and when the plain crashes Lexie makes it out alive, because reader saved her and when they get back reader confesses to Lexie, and if it’s possible could u write a time skip where they have a bunch of kids and are happily married?
trigger warning: slight mention of alcohol addiction
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You don’t remember what happened on that plane. How you guys got in the middle of the woods with your plane split in half. Everything was blurry, but you saw mostly everyone: Meredith, Cristina, Arizona, your brother Mark, and Lexie?
Wait...where’s Lexie?
You immediately shot up, ignoring the pain that you felt in the right side of your body. You tried walking normally when you started to limp.
“Woah, woah, Y/N!” Mark comes over and you finally look at your foot and hand.
Your hand was impaled by the pieces of the plane metal. It was numb. Your whole hand was numb, but you didn’t care about that. So was your foot, you couldn’t feel it. But you didn’t care, all you cared about was trying to find Lexie.
“Y/N, we need to get that out of your hand. It’ll cause serious damage,” he tried to stop you from whatever you were doing.
“No, I can’t. I got to-I got to find,” you start to say, but trail off.
He sits you down on the mulch ground before you can protest, “This is going to hurt,” he whispers.
He pulled the metal plane out before you could even realize what was happening. You let out a piercing scream, he immediately ripped a piece of fabric from his scrubs and wrapped it around your hand.
Before you knew it he did the same thing with your foot, “You need to rest Y/N,” he told you, but you shook your head, pushing him away.
“No! Where’s, where’s-” you start to say again.
“Lexie!” Meredith scream and your head shot towards the sound of her name like a deer hearing the softest of footsteps.
You ran towards her to see her trapped over a piece of hunky plane metal. Her breathing was heavy as she couldn’t move.
“Y/N, is that you?” she whispered.
You nodded, immediately lying down on the floor next to her, “Yeah, yeah. It’s me. I’m right here,”
“I’m gonna die,” she whispered.
You shook your head quickly, “No, no! You are not dying. I am going to save you, do you understand?”
You started to get up from the ground when she grabbed your hand, squeezing it ever so softly. You were met with those beautiful brown eyes that you completely fell in love with. Then all the memories from when you first moved to Seattle and meeting Lexie flooded back.
“So I was thinking you and I go on a date tonight. Something casual, wine and pizza at my new place,” you asked, suggesting more to come out of the date.
The nurse had her head propped up onto her chin, “I’d really like that, but what’s for dessert?” she whispered back.
You were about to answer when someone shoved a chart in the nurse’s face. You looked to see a dirty blonde haired woman. She gave you a fake smile, “Hey, Dr. Grey?” you looked at her coat, “Have you seen uh Dr. Sloan?” you asked a dirty blonde hair girl.
She looks at you, slightly annoyed, “Another one of Mark’s suitors?” she asked and you shook your head.
“That is probably the grossest thing I’ve ever heard, I’m Y/N Sloan, Mark’s sister,” you told her, “I heard a lot about you,”
“That explains the flirting with the nurses, wait- Mark talks about me?” she asked and you nodded, “What does he say?”
“Well that depends are you the ‘dirty mistress’ Grey or ‘little’ Grey?” you return the question and she just internally rolls her eyes.
“Of course he says I’m the dirty mistress,” she whispered.
You were about to respond when someone called Meredith’s name. You followed the sound of the voice to see a beautiful brunette girl approaching the two of you. Your eyes widened slightly at the beauty of this one girl.
Her brown doe eyes caught your attention and you smiled ever so slightly, “Cristina needs you to help her with a CT scan. It’s for a patient,”
“Thank you Lexie,” she said, but before walking away she turns to you, “I’ll page Mark. Try not to flirt with any more nurses while you wait. We already had a case of syphilis, we don’t need another,”
You let out a heart laugh, “It was nice to finally meet the dirty mistress,” you teased and you knew it was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.
“You know Mark?” the beautiful girl named Lexie asked.
You nodded, “Yeah, he’s my brother. I just moved here from Houston, got a call from Dr. Webber himself and was offered a job,”
“That explains the comment,” she mumbled and you just raised your eyebrows, “Mark’s known to be a player around here and by the looks of it, it runs in the family,”
“Well, you know what they say, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” you said with a shrug.
She scoffed softly, “Is that my favorite Sloan?” you heard a familiar voice ask. You see Derek walking towards the two of you. You wrap your arms around them and pat his back in the process.
“I hope I’m your favorite Sloan,” you teased, “Where is my brother anyway?”
“I have no idea, but I heard you got a job here. You’re here to give me a run for my money huh?”
“Wait, your specialty is neuro?” Lexie asked.
“Yep and to answer your question Derek I am definitely going to give you a run for your money. Head of neuro will be mine,” you joked as he rolled his eyes.
“Did someone forget to tell me that my baby sister got a job at my hospital?” you heard his voice boom through the lobby. You rolled your eyes playfully as he hugged you.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got a job here or better question how many nurses numbers have you gotten?” he asked and the two of you laughed.
You reached into your pocket, pulling out pieces of paper, “I taught you well!”
Lexie who was still standing there scoffed as Derek just let out a sigh, “The two of you are insufferable,” she stated annoyed before walking away.
You looked at her as she walked away, “Is she single?”
“Nope, that’s off limits for the both of you. You’re not going to put her through that,” Derek stated and you let out a sigh.
You were snapped back into the harsh reality as Lexie tried her best to squeeze your hand, “Y/N, I still remember being on your service. You came to talk to me about our patient...” she was lost in thought before she started speaking again, “It was a Jane Doe after a tragic car crash and I was having a rough day because of my dad. Then you, you heard me snap at Meredith...”
She started to trail off and you nodded, “I remember,”
You were walking up to where Meredith and Lexie were talking. Meredith started to walk away as Lexie followed behind her. You posted at the nurse’s counter next to where they were standing to right down a quick note, when you heard them argue.
“My mother was born in March. He lied, he’s a liar. And I’m glad. Really, I’m glad that you found him charming. I’m sure he was delightful. He’s a blast after five drinks not so much after nine though, he gets a little weepy and mean,” you overheard her say.
You were about to walk away and find her later when she yelled, “He’s a drunk, Meredith. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are. How sad he is that he doesn’t get to spend more time with you. You know, yesterday he told me I was his favorite daughter. The day before I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before he wrote me a check for 20,000 dollars because he said I deserved everything life had to offer because he was so proud of me. A lifetime’s worth of proud. So you can’t listen to anything he says,” her voice started cracking and your face softened, “Because it’s not about you. It’s about a pint and a half of Dewar’s. So thank you for letting me know I needed to keep a better eye on him. Thanks.”
She started to walk away and you stood in front of her trying to get her to calm down. You noticed the tears forming in her eyes, “No please don’t,” she pushed you away gently before walking away.
You immediately followed after her to the attendants break room. You looked the door behind you as she sat on the couch, placing her head in her hands. You walked over and sat right next to her, sitting there in silence.
There were a few moments of silence before you spoke up again, “I know what it’s like to have a drunk dad. You’re not alone. You don’t have to take this on all on your own,” you whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder, “If you want you can rest up in here. I can handle Jane Doe until you’re ready. If any of the attendants give you shit about being here, let them know I gave you permission. If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here,”
Lexie squeezed your hand, bringing you back from the memory, yet again, “That was the first time I saw you as an actual person. Not someone who just wanted to mess around with people’s feelings, an actual person,” she smiled softly through the pain, “But I didn’t fall in love with you until the night at my dad’s house. You came to pick me up to take me to Meredith’s party and my dad was drunk and he was mean and he-”
“I know, I remember,”
You pulled up to Lexie’s house. You were supposed to meet up with one of the many nurse’s you’ve been hooking up with it. But you cut it off, you cut them all off.
After you comforted her, all you could think about was her. How intelligent she was. How sweet and kind she tries to be with everyone around her. Yeah, she was beautiful, but she was so much more than that.
That’s the only time you’ve ever felt that towards anyone.
You knocked on the door, you waited patiently. One minute would pass and you decided to knock again. But no one answered.
You turned the door handle and surprisingly it opened. You looked around the room to see shattered glass all over the floor and Thatcher passed out on the couch.
Lexie was sitting on the kitchen floor. A deep cut on her forehead. Her eyes red and puffy as she swept the shattered glass with a small broom.
“Lexie! What happened?” she jumped at the sound of her voice.
She sniffled, “He-he got mean and he didn’t like that I was going out. He through his beer bottle at me, not just one either,”
You looked at the empty beer case next to the couch and you pulled her up from the floor. Immediately, pulling her out of that horrid house.
The car ride was silent as you felt your blood boil. You forgot all about Meredith’s party and went straight to your apartment. The two of you entered and you immediately grabbed your first aid kit.
Lexie sat on the kitchen counter as you stitched up her forehead. The two of you in a comfortable silence. Once you finished bandaging her, you helped her off the counter.
“Are you okay?” you whispered and she nodded with a tight lipped smile.
“I-I’m fine,” her voice cracked as tears poured out her eyes.
She let out loud sobs as she broke down onto the floor. You scooped her up in your arms to keep her from falling onto the floor.
You held her tight as she buried her face into your chest, “Shhh I got you. You’re safe now. You’re okay.”
That night she fell asleep in your arms. You picked her up and laid her gently onto your bed. You tucked her in, placing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I promise I’m always going to protect you,”
You started to get up when she squeezed your hand, “Please just stay with me,”
From that night on, you decided to be better. To do better. To be someone she deserved.
But once you got there, it was too late.
You were going over to Mark’s house to surprise him with takeout, when you walked into something you didn’t ever want to walk in on.
Mark and Lexie were cuddled up on the couch. Their clothes on the floor as a blanket hanged loosely over it.
It was too late. You were too late.
“I thought you hated me for a while. Your whole demeanor changed around me,” Lexie said, her breathing still heavy.
You heard shouts from Meredith from behind you as Cristina kept on yelling for her shoe, “I could never hate you,”
You walked into the attendant’s break room to see Mark and Lexie being all couple-like, “Hey Y/N,”
You have them a tight lipped smile before going to pour your coffee, “You’re not supposed to be here,” you stated simply.
“What?” Lexie asked.
You didn’t look up from the coffee pot, “It’s the attendants’ break room. Residents aren’t allowed. You need to leave,”
“Y/N, seriously?” Mark asked.
“I don’t make the rules,” you whispered.
You could feel Lexie’s stare piercing at you, “It’s fine Mark, I’ll leave,”
“What’s going on with you, Y/N?” Mark asked.
“Nothing I’m fine,”
You don’t know what came over. You gave up on trying to be better. Do better. So there you were with a nurse sleeping on top of you and the only person you could think of was Lexie.
Then of course like it always does the worst happened. Lexie came bursting through the room, “I uh I’m sorry. But Hunt wants to meet with us, Mark, Derek, Meredith, Cristina, and Arizona,”
“I’ll be right there,” you threw on your clothes and walked right past her.
“What’s your problem with me?” she asked as you guys were walking to Hunt’s office.
“Nothing,”
“Obviously there’s something, you won’t even look at me,” she stated a hint of sadness in her voice.
“There’s nothing. We’re fine,”
“Just stop and talk to me!” she yelled.
“There’s nothing to talk about Lexie. You already have one Sloan in your life. You don’t need two. Remember the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” you snapped.
“Y/N, I’m dying,” she whispered and you shook your head. The adrenaline coursing through your body.
“No, you’re not dying today, okay?” you whispered.
You started to get up again when she grabbed her hand, “Please just stay with me. I have one more thing I want to say,”
“I always thought you were-you were a player. You didn’t want to settle down, you just wanted fun. But that didn’t stop me from loving you. If things were different, if we were different,” she whispered and your eyes started to tear up, “I never loved Mark the way I loved you. And he knew that, we both knew that.”
“Stop, okay? No goodbyes. You’re going to become and amazing neurosurgeon, Lexie. You have so much more to learn. A whole life ahead of you,” you told her, “You’ll settle down with kids and a husband or wife. Someone who makes you happy,”
It was her turn to shake her head, “I don’t get that. We will never get that together. I know you hate me, but Y/N, you’ll always be my favorite what if,”
That was all it took for you to get up. You don’t know what came over you, but you stood up and you tried lifting the stupid plane metal off of her. You let out a groan as you started pushing it off.
Hysterical strength is what they called it. When your adrenaline and your hormones and body chemistry kicks in during a dangerous situation. You pushed the plane right off of her.
Then started to immediately patching her up. Not too long later a rescue plane arrived. Lexie started falling in and out of consciousness.
You sat in the emergency room as your hand was getting checked out. They rushed Lexie back to the OR, you didn’t care if your hand lost all its function. All you cared about was her.
“I always knew,” Mark whispered to you as the two of you sat next to each other in the emergency room, “That she loves you and that you love her. I don’t know why I thought that I could get into the middle of it,”
He places his hand in your numb one, “She’s going to be okay,”
“The last thing she’s going to think about me is that I hated her. I never hated her,” I whispered.
You don’t know how long it was before the doctor came out, looking straight at me, “She’s okay and she’s asking for you.”
You shot out from your bed and rushed to her room. She sat there, her hair slightly messy as she gave you a small smile, “Hi,”
You immediately ran towards her, cupping her face as gently as possible, before pulling her closer. The two of your lips finally touching. It was magic. Sparks flying as the two of you kissed.
“I never hated you. I could never hate you. I’m sorry I was just so jealous and upset about you and-“ you started to ramble as you pulled away.
“I know,”
“I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” you whispered, “Please don’t ever leave me. You’re too special to be a what if,”
Fifteen years later
“So mommy used to have super strength?” your youngest daughter turned to Lexie and you chuckled softly.
Lexie nodded, “She still does. Whenever you’re in danger, mommy will help activate her super strength and help you,” Lexie bopped her nose as the two of you told her, her favorite bedtime story.
“She’s like the Hulk!” your son added and you laughed before ruffling his hair.
“You guys really set the bar for love stories didn’t you?” your teenage daughter asked, rolling her eyes playfully after hearing the semi true fairytale story for a thousandth time.
“Oh definitely. You can try to beat us, but you’ll fail,” you teased her and Lexie pushed you playfully.
You guys laugh, “Bedtime everyone!” Lexie announced.
“Goodnight,” the two of you said to your youngest daughter, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Before hugging your son and daughter.
The two of you settled into bed as Lexie curled up into your arms. She placed her hand in yours, squeezing it ever so softly. The feeling of her hand in your once injured one was comforting.
“You’re my better half, did you know that?” you whispered, “You bring out the better half of me,”
“And you bring out mine,”
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3- Quiet days
Completed, 27 chapters, “She’s an angel” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader
“Strangers.”
The word hadn't left your mind since last night. You were unsure why, but a hinge of guilt came with it. The idea of rodrick being a stranger should have been easy for you to digest, because it was the truth. But for a long time you and him were so close that calling him a stranger felt almost insulting.
You laid in bed remembering yesterday, being in the pool with rodrick then the hot tub. After learning about his band, he showed you his lyrics, songs, and performances. In elementary school, he was particularly good at anything, besides getting in trouble. It was nice to see him so invested in something, he talked about it so proud and enthusiastic. It made you smile.
Rolling out of bed, you make your way into the bathroom. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you decide that you wanted today to be a quiet day. Which meant curling up in bed all day with a book.
“Where's my book?” You say to yourself.
After destroying the room, you came to the conclusion that the book was nowhere to be seen. You felt slight panic, realizing it was lost. It wasn't the first time you'd lost it, but normally you'd been at home and had time to retrace your steps. You wouldn't have to worry about actually losing it or someone finding it. Calming down you thought back to yesterday, last night specifically.
*pool bag*
Looking thought the bag you were disappointed to see that the book wasn't there. You started to question the last place you remembered having it.
Shuffling down the hall, you scanned the doors, trying to find Rodrick's. He told you his room number in hopes that you'd pay him a visit. Gently knocking on the door, you stood anxiously waiting for Rodrick to open it. Low groans came from behind the door followed by footsteps. Opening the door rodrick was surprise to see you, his express changing to a much happier one.
“y/n.” He says almost as a question.
You opened your mouth to speak but stayed silent, taken back by Rodrick. You'd never seen him like this. Still in his pajamas, a black Löded Diper shirt and gray sweatpants. His voice rough from just waking up. Hair messy from tossing a turning in bed. He looked so different.
Rodrick could have broken the silence and snapped you out of your trance, but he chose not to. If you were gonna stare him down he was gonna do the same.
The corners of his lips curl into a smile as he looks you up and down. Your face fresh, lips parted slightly, hair protected by a brown bonnet. The thin straps of your floral camisole exposed your arms and chest.
*no bra* He noted.
You looked adorable, but he wondered what you were wearing under it. If anything at all. Feeling his intense gaze you brought your eyes to the floor.
“Sorry.”
“I don't mind when you stare, I'd stare too.”
You let out a small chuckle.
“Do you wanna come in ?” He asks realizing you'd been standing in the doorway.
You contemplated it for a second. Being alone with Rodrick in his hotel room sounded like a dream. But sadly now wasn't the time.
“I would love to, but I actually wanted to ask you something.”
“Ask me what ?”
“Last night I had my book with me right?”
“The one you won't put down, yea.”
You let out a sigh of relief, at least now you knew for certain where it was.
“You lost it didn't you.”
“No, I just misplaced it.”
“Right the same way I misplaced my journal. We can go check the pool if you want.”
You smiled at the idea and soon you and Rodrick made your way to the pool. Your high hopes didn't last long when you saw the pool was closed and would be for a few hours.
“At least we tried.”
“Great.” You said clearly disappointed.
“Relax, you can just pay someone to write the report for you.”
“It's not for school, it's personal.” You said trying not to give too much away.
“So you were actually reading to read, you know it's summer right. You're supposed to have fun.”
“Reading is fun.” You emphasized the is.
“No it's not.” He argued.
“Yes it is.”
Going back and forth, you and Rodrick argue over the point of reading. It wasn't a real argument, but more of a debate. He claimed people only read books to seem interesting and probably just skimmed the pages. You claimed that read was fun and people who read books were interesting. The conversation continued as the two of you walked, unsure where you were going. It wasn't until you were standing in front of your door that you realized you unconsciously led him there.
“Its like a movie in your head.”
“Then just watch a movie.” He said standing against your door.
“It's not the same.”
“Exactly it's better.”
“Just admit I'm right, and we can end this.” You said now standing across from him.
The two of you held a glance as an idea popped into Rodrick's head.
“I'll admit your right if you show me an actually interesting book.” He said leaning his head against the door, a small gin on his face.
“What makes you think I’ll have something you'll be interested in?” You said pushing yourself off the wall.
He shrugs making a fake thinking face. Closing the gap your hand was on the door knob before your mind could overthink.
“Actually, I think I do have something you'll like.”
“Oh yea. Why don't you show me then.” His tone teased you as his eyes watched yours.
*He just wants to see my books* Your mind tried to rationalize.
Of course that's all he wanted to do, look for an interesting book. No ulterior motive at all. That's what you told yourself as you opened the door.
Rodrick's confidence fluctuated as he followed you into the room. He knew you couldn't tell, but Rodrick was nervous, very nervous. It's how he always felt around you, but your nervousness always seemed to outweigh his. It gave him the upper hand when talking to you. He liked knowing that he made you more nervous than you made him.
“Do you mind if I use the bathroom ?” The confidence in his voice gone.
“ Yea, go ahead.” You said casually.
You watched as he made his way to the bathroom. The moment the door closed, you and Rodrick spring into action. You, running around the room trying to clean up anything that would be embarrassing for Rodrick to see. Thankfully, you clean up after your panic earlier. Now to find something for him to read.
Standing in the bathroom, Rodrick heavily analyzed himself in the bathroom mirror. Normally, he wouldn't care about what he looked like, mostly because he always assumed he looked good. But right now he couldn't help but second guess himself. What if he smelled ? What if his breath was bad ?
Running his hands his through his hair, he tries to settle his nerves. He turns and faces the door, waiting. Unknown to him, you were on the opposite side doing the same thing. In one swift move the door was open, you and rodrick now face to face. The contrast in your expressions was almost comical.
Your smile was wide, joy sparkled in your eyes. You were excited that was obvious and rodrick was simply confused that was obvious too.
“What the fuck are you holding?” Rodrick said, not even bothering to look down.
“Books! Comic books.” Your voice proud.
To your surprise, Rodrick's face stayed the same, unfazed by the books.
“You still like zombies, right ?¨
“Uh, yea, I guess.”
A wave of guilt crashed into Rodrick as he watched your reaction. Your smile slowly straightened, as your eyes went dull. The spark gone.
“I can see if I have other books if you want.” You said quickly, trying to hide your disappointment.
“No, this is… this is fine.” He gave you a halfhearted smile and took the comics.
He takes them out of your hand and starts to search though them. You were right about him liking zombies, but he was particular about it. He didn't like modern zombies, he felt the same way with modern horror movies. He thought they relied too much on shock value and unnecessary death. While older ones had actual plot, suspense, and most importantly horror. But he'd set aside for you.
“Are you sure ?” You ask, discouraged.
“y/n this shit is awesome.” He says honestly, a big smile plastered on his face.
His enthusiasm was almost magnetic, soon your smile matches his. Your disappointment gone, instead replaced with the excitement from before. It was written all over your face. You felt also accomplished, knowing that you had something he'd actually like.
…
“Read it to me.” He says, handing you the comic.
“What.”
“My eyes are tired, and I need to know how it ends. Plus we both know our better at reading than I am.”
You fake an annoyed sigh and moved closer to him, you both now sat against the headboard, the book in Rodrick's lap. Without realizing, you rested your head on his shoulder. Naturally, he responded by doing the same and resting his head on you. It should have been a small, unimportant gesture. Something that means nothing, but it wasn't.
You weren't sure if it was the fact that he wanted you to read to him. Or that fact that you were sitting so close to each other. Or even the fact that he'd spent this time with you at all, just enjoying your company. Whatever it was, it felt nice, sweet. Peaceful.
“y/n.” His voice quiet.
“Yea.” You turn your head to look at him, your soft brown eyes meet his.
“Maybe we should just read it together.”
“Why.” The question is point less.
He shrugs.
“Why not.”
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Casting Couch {Charlie Barber x Reader}
author’s notes: hello, hello! I was driving home from work the other day and this idea just suddenly took over my entire thought process. so, naturally, I went ahead and wrote it up :)
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Two Years Ago.
“Y/N...she fucking did it again.”
Nicole says as she barges through the door of hers and Charlie’s shared brownstone.
“She got the fucking TV gig.”
Charlie’s eyebrows furrow a bit before looking up at his wife with an empathetic expression, setting the notebook and pen he’d been using down on the coffee table.
“Bummer. I really thought you had it in the bag.”
He says, elbows on his thighs as he leans forward a bit, folding his hands.
“There will be other roles; I wouldn’t worry too much. You win some, you lose some; that’s how it goes in this industry. You’ve taken plenty of roles from her.”
She sighs, nodding.
“Yeah, I know, but this one I was excited about. And I really thought I had it, too. It just stung a little extra, you know?”
Her husband nods, patting the seat next to him on the couch.
“C’mere, sit with me. We’ll have a glass of wine.”
Nicole gives somewhat of a dreadful grimace, a clear sign she really wasn’t interested. Charlie’s been noticing this for the past few months, her disinterest in being with him as much as she usually was, but he figured it was just her being tired. She’s been doing a lot of odd jobs to make some ends meet lately, so it’s probably a result of that.
“Are you sure?”
He asks, a twang of longing sadness in his voice.
She nods.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna go lay down for a bit.”
Charlie just nods, picking back up his notebook and pen, continuing to review and add to his notes from the day.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
He calls after her.
“I love you.”
She only offers him a small smile over her shoulder in return before emerging into their bedroom, closing the door immediately behind her.
Present Day.
It feels strange, holding auditions for a female lead. He hasn’t had to do so in almost a decade; just yet another reminder of how much of his life has changed just in the past year.
The divorce had been painful, stressful, and he was honestly more relieved than anything when it finally came to a close, despite it not really turning out the way he’d hoped for in terms of custody over Henry.
Luckily, he’s dove deeper into his one true love, directing, as a way to cope with the loss of everything he’d worked so hard to build for himself; the marriage, the 'American dream’ family and home he wished he’d had growing up.
Now, after six months of weekly therapy appointments and keeping himself busy with work, he’s feeling more like the old Charlie he was back before everything went to shit. Actually, he’s feeling like an even better version of that Charlie, the best version of himself there’s been in a while, perhaps even before he met and married Nicole.
The first audition comes onstage and Charlie can’t decide what’s worse, her off-pitch singing or her monotonous speaking voice.
God, this was going to be a long fucking day.
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You’d heard through the grapevine that the famed Broadway director had moved here to LA, and that he’d divorced his witch of a wife, Nicole.
Nicole Barber had been your biggest rival ever since you swiped that first movie role away from her. She hates you, and you don’t particularly like her, either, thus your rivalry began. And it was pretty heated, too; the two of you were always trying to one-up each other.
It really was a back-and-forth battle, her swiping roles from you, you returning the favor; it was a game, to put it simply. Although lately, you’ve been getting more roles than she has, not that you’re complaining, and there’s a part of you that hopes she quits the business for good.
Word got around that Charlie is heading his first LA Broadway production and what better way to hit Nicole close to home than to show up at her ex-husband’s auditions? Even better, what if you got the female lead in her ex-husband’s production? Oh god, that would be fantastic, not only for the rivalry but also for your career.
You’ve been looking to branch out into more theater roles, and this is as good an opportunity as to dip your toe in the theater world water. Plus, you’re not necessarily complaining about having the chance to look at and work with Charlie Barber every day...
So you prepared your piece of dialogue and a section of one of the choice songs, heading over to the theater fifteen minutes before your set audition time. Your knee bounces as you sit in the waiting area, eyes running over your script and lyrics sheet one final time, solidifying it all in your memory.
Your name is called a few minutes later and you head out onto the stage, handing over your headshot and qualifications resume. The agent hands over your profile to the handsome director, but he doesn’t even really look at it, already knowing exactly who you are. A small smirk grazes his lips as he flips to a new page of his notebook, clicking the top of his pen.
“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Y/N.”
After you’re finished, Charlie scribbles one final thing in his notebook before looking up at you. His eyes trail over your figure for a moment, another smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Would you be comfortable coming back for a more intimate audition later this week? Maybe, Friday at four? I would like to get to know you better, see if you meet all of my... qualifications.”
The look in his eye tells you all you need to know about the true motivations behind his question. You nod, biting your lip.
“It’d be my absolute pleasure, Mr. Barber.”
You purr.
He shifts in his seat suddenly and quickly crosses one leg over the other before opening up your folder, handing the top sheet to his assistant.
“Diane, go ahead and have Miss Y/N put down all of her contact information.”
His gaze never leave you as he speaks to the timid-seeming young woman.
“Make sure she gives her personal cell number.”
You pull a pen from your bag on the stage, clicking it open before Diane hands you the paper. As you write every means of contact you can think of, starting with your cell number, you playfully bite the end of the pen and tap it against your bottom lip, something that certainly keeps the already attentive director’s full attention.
“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Barber.”
Your tone is innocent-sounding, but your gaze is anything but. It sends a chill down Charlie’s spine.
“I promise I won’t disappoint.”
“Oh, I’m sure you won’t.”
A small tug at one corner of his lip accompanies his response.
“See you soon, Miss Y/N.”
You offer him a nod.
“Looking forward to it.”
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In preparation for your upcoming...meeting with Charlie, you take a quick trip to the nearest intimates store, picking up a pretty little lace bra and panty set. Your lingerie wardrobe is long overdue for a bit of sprucing up, anyway.
When the time comes, you slip the fresh lace garments on before putting on your planned outfit, a cute-but-subtly-sexy low cut romper. You put on a light face of makeup, purely for professionalism’s sake, then head out with a small bag which contains various personal items as well as your script and composition page.
He’s not in his backstage office when you arrive, but he comes in a couple minutes later, a strong stench of cigarette smoke trailing behind him as he walks by your chair.
“I apologize for the delay. You weren’t waiting long, were you?”
You shake your head as he takes a seat behind the ratty oak desk, shifting a few small stacks of papers around on the heavily scratched surface.
“No, no I wasn’t waiting long.”
He nods, then folds his hands atop the desk, eyes flickering up to meet yours. For a moment, his eyes dart down to where your cleavage creeps out of your low-cut top.
“You’ve got the part.”
Charlie says with a small smile.
“You’re by far the best and most qualified audition we had yesterday, and I like the way you carry yourself. You’re exactly the type of person I like working with. Part’s yours if you want it.”
You’re overcome with joy, a wide smile spreading itself across your lips.
“I’d love to be a part of this production, Mr. Barber. I’m really excited to get to work with you and the rest of the crew.”
“That’s great, I’m glad to hear it.”
He nods, smile widening when as he processes your acceptance. His delighted expression falls after a few moments, replaced by one much more salacious.
“Now that we’ve gotten that part out of the way...I think you know why I called a meeting of such, uh, privacy.”
You smirk softly, shifting around in your seat slightly.
“I believe I do.”
His feet plant on the ground as he pushes the rolling office chair out from under the desk, standing up and walking around the desk to tower over you.
“Before anything happens, though, I want you to know that whether or not you do this with me will not affect my casting decision. Even if you decline, you still have the part.”
You nod before standing, quickly and swiftly, stepping forward to press yourself flush against him.
“Charlie?”
“Yeah?”
Your hands rest on his chest, neck craning slightly to look up at him.
“Just kiss me, will you?”
He laughs, massive hand moving to cradle the back of your head before he bends down and connects your lips in a passionate kiss. There’s nothing tender or gentle about this embrace, it’s all tongue and teeth, raw lust coursing between your two bodies.
“Couch.”
His voice is soft but husky.
“Unzip me first?”
You ask, turning around so he can unzip you. He does, then his hands slide down to your hips and pushes you towards the leather couch tucked in the corner of his office.
The material squeaks when you’re laid down on top of it, head resting comfortably on the cushy fabric accent pillow as he climbs on top of you. He presses his hips forward while he tucks his face into the crook of your neck and plants kisses on the skin there.
Your eyes widen as his impressive bulge rubs up against your inner thigh and you quickly wonder how in the world you’ll be able to take him. His crooked teeth scrape over the taut muscles in your neck while his hands pull the backs of your romper down over your shoulders.
His hands grab and grope your breasts beneath where they rest in your nice bra, one you wore just for him, and your back arches slightly up off the cushions with a soft sigh.
A small smile crosses his expression, teeth sinking gently into your neck.
“I like the little noises you make for me, Y/N.”
“Yeah?”
You smirk, running your hands through his hair.
“Then I bet you’ll like my moans, too. If you think you can draw them out of me, that is.”
He laughs softly, sucking and licking at at the place his teeth have just abused.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Well, it’s more like an invitation to prove yourself, but ‘challenge’ is also a good word for it.”
Charlie pulls away with a smirk, shaking his head as he sits back on his haunches and begins to unbuckle his belt.
“Brat.”
Once he’s undone his pants and pulled them down enough to expose himself to you, he leans down once more and pulls your romper the rest of the way off, leaving you completely bare, minus your undergarments. His eyes roam your figure for a moment before he dips a hand beneath the patch of black fabric nestled between your thighs.
Your breath hitches as his fingertips swipe over your erect clit, giving it a few little circles before yanking the panties off your hips and down your ankles, tossing them down alongside your previously-discarded romper.
His eyes widen in realization, cheeks flushing pink.
“Do you have any, um, protection?”
You smirk, nodding as you sit up and pat his chest.
“Indeed, I do.”
He crawls off of you and you walk over to your purse, grabbing a condom from the mini-stash you keep in your wallet, the one you replenished just minutes before you left the house this afternoon. He takes it from you and pinches the tip, rolling it down his shaft. For a moment, you’re worried that it isn’t going to fit, but he rolls it on with little issue.
His hips press forward, then, entering you slowly but steadily with a soft grunt. You whine as your insides stretch out around him, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
“S-Shit.”
“You’re really fucking tight, jesus.”
He growls between gritted teeth, jaw screwed shut as his hips begin to move.
“I haven’t fffucked anyone in a while, Y/N, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll last very long.”
You nod, softly.
“It’s alright, Charlie; it’s been a little while for muh--me, too.”
Your eyes flutter shut and your face begins to scrunch up with each time his fat cockhead brushes up against your cervix. His pace increases after a minute or so, a consistent slap-slap-slap noise now echoing off the drywall with each snap of his hips.
“You’ve got a nice little pussy, you know that? Always knew you would be, too, knew you’d be a good little cccocksleeve.”
You moan shakily as he adjusts his position, towering over you and pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. Your body begins to bounce, tits, thighs and tummy jiggling each time he thrusts in.
He’s starting to sweat, a few dark hairs sticking to his dimly-glowing forehead, more and more accumulating there as his hair rocks back and forth in time with the rhythm of his hips.
“Touch yourself, now, rrrub your little clit.”
His voice is getting shaky as he draws nearer to climax.
Nodding, your hand slides down between your joined bodies until your fingertips settle onto the small bundle of nerves. The hand that’s still weaved in Charlie’s locks clenches and he lets out a sudden deep growl, hips stuttering for a moment.
“Ooooh, Charlie.”
You moan, hips lifting and gyrating against both his cock and your fingers.
“God, fffuck I love this cunt.”
A vulgar squelching sound knits itself within the quilt of your salacious symphony.
“Wrapped around my cock like a vice, gonna pull the fucking cum right out of it. Swear you get tighter each time I push back in...christ, I’m not gonna last.”
Your fingers circle your clit faster, setting a desperate pace, one that almost matches his quick and sloppy thrusts. You’re close now, too, and it doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to hit.
You cream around him with a long moan and a string of various other noises, with a few profanities thrown in as well. The product of your release coats his shaft in a pearlescent sheen, dripping down his ball-sack soon enough.
The sensations your climax creates around Charlie forces him to pull away almost immediately after, quickly yanking the condom off and onto his office floor, squeezing the base of his flaming red length.
His hand seizes your jaw tightly, thumb pressing down on your tongue, prying your mouth open.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth and shove my cum down your throat, and you’re gonna take it all, isn’t that right?”
You’re nodding instantly, slacking your jaw to open even further in preparation for his upcoming intrusion. He smirks.
“Good. Now, on your knees.”
He sits down where you once laid, lazily pumping his throbbing length as you get into position between his spread legs. He pulls your hair up into a makeshift ponytail with his hand, then lines you up with his cock and eases your mouth down onto him.
“Thaaaaaat’s it, oh, gooooood girl.”
You start gagging about three quarters of the way down his shaft, but he still keeps pushing until you’ve got the whole thing in your mouth. Your jaw’s already getting sore as he begins thrusting upwards, fucking your mouth.
Tears swell in your eyes and begin to spill down your cheeks the more he goes, mascara surely ruined and running down your face. The sight only arouses him further, a low groan rumbling through his puffed chest.
He’s trying so hard to keep himself together, to stave off his orgasm for as long as he can manage, but soon he finds it next to impossible to hold back. His bottom lip quivers ever so slightly as his length begins to twitch, balls drawing up.
“Fuck, I’m gonna--”
You taste and feel the salty ropes shooting down your throat before he can even finish his warning.
“Ah, fffuuuuck.”
His head falls back against the couch cushions, hips bucking gently as each bit of release is spilled into your mouth. His grip on your head relaxes after he’s finished, cock softening while he catches his breath and re-grounds himself in reality.
Your chest heaves as full airflow returns to your lungs, knees and jaw aching a bit sore from their exertion. You grab your underwear from where they lay discarded on top of your romper, putting them back on before standing up on somewhat shaky legs.
Charlie also redresses, standing and straightening himself out as you do the same.
“Mind zipping me back up?”
You ask, turning around again.
He pulls the zipper up your back until it’s at the end of its tracks, then steps up behind you, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.
“Thank you.”
A soft smile grazes your lips.
“No ‘thanks’ needed; the sweet taste of revenge and spite is payment enough.”
He laughs quietly.
“Well, I’ll certainly be available, should you ever need a little replenishing of those feelings.”
“Mr. Barber, you wouldn’t be saying that because you’d like to see me naked again, now would you?”
Your eyebrows raise and you look over your shoulder, a playful smile on your face.
He laughs again, blushing a bit.
“Uh, yeah, sure, I'd like that a lot. But I’d also like to see you, um...not naked, fully clothed, maybe at a restaurant in the city for dinner sometime? I totally get it if you’re not interested, it’s not a big deal if you don’t want to...”
Holy shit, he’s asking you out on a date. Well, he’s trying to, at least.
You laugh, cheeks warming at his proposition.
“Sure thing. I just accepted this new job, though, so I’ll have to get back to you about my availability...”
Charlie smiles, shoving his hands down in his khaki pockets.
“I’m sure your new boss would be more than willing to accommodate. He’s a pretty cool guy, or so I’ve heard. Handsome, too.”
“Oh yeah? Sounds like you have a reliable informant.”
You turn around as you laugh softly, grabbing your bag off the chair before stepping up in front of him. Your lips plant a quick peck on his, hands resting on his broad chest.
“See you soon.”
He nods, biting his lip to hold back his big, goofy smile.
“Can’t wait.”
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Kitty - M.I.
Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x catgirl!reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Genre: SMUT
Summary: Issei helping out his kitty girl, thats horny and high on catnip.
Warnings: uhh catgirl reader? if that should be a warning, “high” reader, not really i only mention it like once, unprotected sex, i think thats it
i have been bombarded lol not really with kitty requests so i thought it was only natural for me to write this, also @bootylikepeachy gave me this idea so yeah
He was just trying to eat, having had a long day at work. He just wanted to eat and lay in bed after a hot shower with his kitten. However, it seemed you had other plans because while he was trying to eat his left overs from yesterday, you had your butt sat on his foot while desperately humping his calf.
One look at you and it was obvious you had been rubbing around in catnip. Bits of the dried plant were stuck in your hair and ears, the pupils of your eyes almost swallowed your irises whole, and frantic rubbing your head onto his leg, were clear indicators of your loopy state.
The movement of your hips grew frantic, soft mewls escaping your lips as you rubbed your clit on the rough material of his pants, the wetness seeping through your panties and onto his jeans. His hand makes it way between your ears, patting your hair when he feels your hips stutter and a loud whine leave your lips as you wet the calf of his pants. “feel better, kitten?”
You shake your head before rubbing your cheek against his knee. “I need you, ‘sei.”
He sighs at you, fingers scratching your head soothingly. “Kitten...”
“p-please! master, I need you. It aches...” you whine, head tilting down to point at your crotch. There had been an uncomfortable ache in the space between your legs all day. You had tried to soothe it the way Issei would by rubbing your fingers all over your pussy, attempting to stuff them inside of you but they didn’t compare to Issei. You didn’t reach the spots your master did, and he didn’t seem to mind the way you drenched his fingers or the odd smell.
He sighs again, shaking his head, his hand slides down from your head to tilt your chin up to him.
“I’m tired, sweetheart.” he watches as your lips turn down into a frown and tears brim the corner of your eyes. “but, if you do the work, I’ll let you cum.” Your eyes light up and you stand up from your spot, grabbing the hand that was on your face.
“Thank you so much, master!” He chuckles as you eagerly tug him up from his seat at the table and into the bedroom. You push him on to the bed, immediately crawling on top of him and settling on his stiffening cock. A quiet groan leaves his lips at the feeling of your ass pressing down on him.
You quickly tug at his shirt giving him the hint to remove it. When his chest is bare and exposed to you, your lips eagerly attach to his collar bone, sucking and licking your way down, stopping at his nipple and flicking your tongue over the bud. His breath hitches at the feeling, a large hand making it’s way into your hair and tugging your head up and away from his chest. “if you’re so needy, then get it to it, kitten.” You make your way back up his chest, pressing your lips to his, moaning at the way his tongue slips past your lips.
His hands make their way down your back, caressing your sides before gripping at your ass. Issei’s fingers slip under the hem of your panties pulling them away from your skin and sliding his hand down until they poke at your hole. You moan at the feeling of his fingers dipping into your cunt and gathering the wetness before spreading it around your folds. “mmm” you whine against his lips.
“Don’t be greedy. brat. Don’t want to get hurt do you?” He raises his eyebrows at you expectantly, watching as you shyly shake your head and mumble out a quiet ‘no’. “Then shut up and let me prep you.”
He pulls you forward so your head rests in the crook of his neck while his fingers continue their ministrations on your pussy. Rubbing his calloused fingers on your hard bud before dipping his long fingers knuckle deep into your cunt, alternating between pumping his fingers into you and massaging at your g-spot until you gush around his hand with a loud squeal.
When he deems you prepped enough, he slides the drenched panties off of you before letting you remove his jeans for him. Deeply groaning as your small hands wrap around his thick cock and gently stroke him, kitten licking the tip and cleaning up the tiny drop of precum. “No more teasing, kitten, sit on it.”
You take a deep breath as you place your slit over the thick tip of his cock, bracing yourself before beginning to sink down on it. His head stretches open the opening of your cunt, painfully wide. It hurts, it hurts so bad. The way the thick girth of him forcing open your soft, gummy walls hurts more than you thought it would, but the way it burns into pleasure and the deep, guttural groans coming from Issei have you hooked. Addicted to the feeling of him prying you open and nudging your cervix before you’ve even fully sat down on him.
“Gonna cum already, baby?” when you nod frantically his thumb presses into your clit and rubs the hard pearl. You cream around his cock in a thick white cream, coating his cock as it drips from your tight hole. Your body shakes as you come down from your high, cunt spasming around your masters cock. Your out of breath when you recover, hands resting on his chest and you’re ready to give up, ready to crawl off his fat cock and curl into his chest. But his voice stops you, “you better not be done, kitten. You wanted to be fucked, so finish what you started.”
You frown slightly at him before pushing your tired legs up and beginning to bounce on his dick. His large palm slaps down on your ass, his other hand pinching at one of your nipples. “get that fucking look off your face. Be grateful I’m letting you use me.”
“’m’sorry, sir. I’m grateful, I promise!” your hips pick up their pace, picking up and slamming back down on him. His cock reaches deep inside you, always has, and it used to hurt the way the tip of his cock slammed into your poor cervix, just slightly opening the mouth of it. But it was like him, so addictive. Even though it hurt, and made your whole body jolt in pain when it first hits there the pain is something you crave.
Just like the way you crave when he gets close to his high, and you can feel his balls twitch when your ass mets them, and the way he presses his hands to your back and presses you forward and flush against his chest while his hips slam up into you, desperately chasing his own high.
You reach you third orgasm before he does. Gushing out of your cunt in a clear white liquid, soaking his balls and abdomen. And with the way you greedily clench your walls around him, has him drilling his hips into you, stilling when his hips sit flush with yours and empty his heavy balls into your cunt, groaning in your ear.
You can feel the deep rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath, recovering from his high. His fingers tangle in your hair, one hand scratching gently at your scalp while the other reaches down and strokes your soft tail. “Feel better now, kitten?” he chuckles in your ear. You nod against his chest, words failing you as you drift off to sleep. The ache in your cunt finally gone, all because of your sweet master.
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