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Sit On It
Degradation, choking, hair pulling, cock warming, cheating (not on reader) inspired by this post 18+MDNI!!
“Are you seriously texting him right now?” Rafe looks over your shoulder as you sit next to him against his headboard, watching you text your boyfriend.
“I mean… yeah?” You pause mid text to look over at him with a raised eyebrow. “He texted me two hours ago. He's going to start getting suspicious if I don’t text back soon. Chill.”
“Chill?” Rafe looks over at you and huffs through his nose as he tongues the inside of his cheek “Nah, I don’t think I will. I’m over him taking up my girl’s time. Taking up my time.”
“Rafe, he’s literally my boyfriend, if anything you’re taking up his time.” You roll your eyes as you continue to type out your text, but it’s cut short again when Rafe rips the phone from your hand. “Dude, what the fuck!”
“Nah, this isn’t gonna work for me. You see, I don’t like to fucking share.” Rafe grabs onto your hair, pulling it so you're forced to look up at him. “And I’m not your fucking dude, I’m your fucking daddy.”
Your eyes roll back and even though you try to hold it in, a whimper escapes you.
“Yeah, that’s fucking right, I own you. Such a pathetic little slut for me, all I have to do is pull your hair and you’re whimpering like a whore.” He tugs at it again, harder this time and you full on moan. “I let you have your little fun with him but it’s done now.”
“You’re the one that said you didn’t want anything serious and then the minute I get a boyfriend you’re acting like this. I’ve still been fucking you this entire time!!” You wiggle against his hold and he pulls your face closer to his so you can feel his warm breath fanning out against your lips.
“You know what? I’m done with your fuckin’ attitude.” He lets go of your hair and sets your phone down on the bed so he can undo his shorts. He pushes his boxers down just enough to free his semi hard cock and then holds his hand under your chin. “Spit.”
You gather up spit in your mouth before leaning forward so you can let it drop from your tongue onto his palm, never breaking eye contact with him. He takes his cock in his hand and pumps it a few times until it’s fully hard.
“Sit on it.”
“What? Are you fucking serious right now? Give me my phone, Rafe.” His large hand grips onto your throat as his cobalt eyes bore into yours.
“Sit on my fucking dick, slut.” He squeezes your throat tightly before letting go and leaning back on the headboard, his cock hard and leaking. “I’m not gonna ask again, bunny.”
You crawl over to him, throwing your leg over him so you can straddle him with your clothed pussy hovering just over his tip. You push your panties to the side before slowly sliding down onto his cock.
“Yeah, that’s it, I guess you can be a good girl.” You go to push your skirt up so he can see himself splitting you open just like he loves but he stops you. Rafe grips onto your ass, pushing you down so your hips are flush against his and his cock is so deep in you that it makes your eyes roll back. “Keep your skirt down, and don’t fuckin’ move.”
Rafe picks up your phone again, opening up the camera app. He grips onto your jaw, pulling your face to the side so you’re looking at the camera.
“Open your mouth, slut.” He shoves his fingers between your lips and you wrap them around his digits. You know what he’s going to do. And you know it’s fucked up. But that never seems to matter to you with Rafe. Especially when he gets you like this. “Now give the camera those big ol’ innocent eyes I know you give him when you’re acting like I don’t hit it raw every night.”
You look at the camera and Rafe leans in so he can run his tongue across your face as he snaps the picture. He grips onto your jaw, pulling your face toward his so he can slam his lips against yours, taking a second picture. He looks at them, pleased, before opening up your texts with your boyfriend, selecting the photos and hitting send.
“And he doesn’t even know that I’m balls deep inside of you, fuckin’ loser.” Rafe mutters before dropping your phone, grabbing onto your hips and thrusting up onto you. He fucks you like he owns you, because he does.
#rafe cameron#rafe#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe x you#rafe smut#rafe fanfiction#rafe Cameron blurb#rafe concepts#rafe cameron x reader#rafe fic
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child free!reader thoughts that have been bubbling away in the brain soup document below the cut.
kyle garrick x gn!reader but with appearances from john price, john mactavish, simon riley and the beloathed brandon (who i've shamelessly stolen from @dragonnarrative-writes)
tags/warnings: pregnancy mention right at the end of the fic (not the reader character), fluff, vague allusions to eating at restaurants (non descriptive).
(banner by @/cafekitsune)
child free!reader who has "child free, that means i don't want kids - not even yours!" as the first line on their dating profile.
child free!reader who goes on a date with john price. he's charming, polite and funny. john tells you early doors that he misread your profile but he didn't want to be rude and cancel the date on short notice so he hopes you don't mind sharing a meal with him. you don't mind as he's good company and takes care of the bill like a gentleman and apologises for wasting your time. you part ways amicably and both wish each other well with the dating scene.
child free!reader whose next date is with john mactavish. he says he doesn't mind if you call him johnny. he's good company and makes you laugh so hard that other people in the restaurant look over at your table. you're having a great time but he brings up his flatmate simon an awful lot. you end up gently suggesting that maybe johnny would prefer to take simon out for dinner instead. johnny gapes at you like a fish for a minute before realising, that yeah, he really would. you exchange numbers at the end of the date and ask him to keep you in the loop with how things go with the mysterious simon.
child free!reader who goes on a date with brandon. it's a crap date. he's late, doesn't apologise, presumes you want to head back to his place and gets annoyed when you pull the brakes on the whole thing. brandon then tells you that he doesn't care any way as he has to pick up his kid from their mum's house in the morning. you leave him to foot the bill and call johnny on your way home to complain about how crap the date was and how you should never have agreed to go on a date that your friend vouched for.
child free!reader who goes out to brunch with johnny and simon the following weekend. you spend a good portion of the brunch watching johnny lean up against simon with a little smile on your face and waggle your eyebrows knowingly when simon steps outside to smoke a cigarette. when simon rejoins you both, you tell them how you're considering deleting your dating profile and embracing singledom forever. simon makes you promise to keep your profile for at least another three days which is weirdly specific but you agree.
child free!reader who gets a message on the dating profile from kyle garrick two days later. you're pretty blunt about not wanting kids and how you won't change your mind and neither are you looking for some short term fling. despite that, kyle is friendly, funny and a little bit flirty over messages so you agree to go out on a date with him. he's even prettier in person than in his photos. kyle is flirty without being pushy, asks you questions about your hobbies without prompting, and he admits that it was simon that gave him a gentle push to message you when you explain that a friend stopped you from deleting your profile before agreeing to go on a date with him.
child free!reader who agrees to go on a second date with kyle after he tells you that he got a vasectomy at 21 because he knew even then that he never wanted to be a dad.
child free!reader that messages the group chat you have with simon and johnny absolutely gushing about kyle's eyes, arms and smile. johnny replies with endless eggplant emojis and simon sends a singular thumbs up.
child free!reader that after four fantastic dates (and one mind blowing night together) decides to delete their dating profile after kyle sleepily mumbles into your neck about wanting to be exclusive.
(and a little bonus scene that i just can't scrap)
child free!reader who goes as kyle's plus one to john price's wedding a year later and you both laugh yourselves silly when you tell your boyfriend that you went out on a very nice date with the groom once upon a time. you toast the bride with matching flutes of a non-alcoholic mocktail as she rests her hand on her very pregnant stomach at the sweetheart table she shares with her new husband.
#pfh headcannons#tw pregnancy mention#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#x reader fic#gn!reader#kg#jm#jp#sr#i just think child free readers should get a little bit of love on this blog
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☆༉ — CHRIS STURNIOLO. The unwritten rule.
about. Everyone knows the rule, don't fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend.
author's note: This is the chapter 4, I hope it sounds interesting to you. My first language is not English, you will read this under this warning. m.list
"You really don't have to take me home," I tell him once we were outside.
"Is there something wrong with my car?" He says, looking at me, and I start to say "no" and then I see him smiling.
"It's horrible," I say once I'm inside the car. “For starters, it's not orange like the one you've promised me for so long and I'm sure I'll never actually have it, and on the other hand. Where are the dents? How can you not drive a car that doesn't have dents that mean your mother has been distracted by thinking about tortillas and pizza with bean sauce?”
"Pizza with bean sauce?"
"Yup" I look out the window. “After my mother scraped the side at the grocery store while parking, she wrote down her recipe for Mexican tortilla pizza. Look, all contest recipes have a twist. Or at least the winners have them, according to my mother. And she knows a lot about contests... Well, you know. Her thing.”
"She's done great things. I even remember those turtle cookies she made for your eighth birthday,” he recalled.
"Those things are hard to forget when someone's mother creates a river of chocolate sauce and makes everyone wait to eat while she creates the turtles in her home" he mentioned. “Worst birthday party ever.”
“No way,” Chris laughs. “That was really cute.”
"Making people wait to eat cookies and then saying there's no cake is not nice. I think people took their gifts and left."
“Well, I can get over that,” she looked at him. “I had to wear that brace on my tenth birthday.”
"You did not do it!" accused him.
He nods. "If I took them, oh hey, my sketch pad is pointed your way. We turn a corner and it slides off the dashboard and into my lap."
"Do you drive and draw?" She pointed out waving a finger at him, it feels so good to do this, to talk and to be flirting. I know, but it's just a little. He smiles, his teeth shining as he drives down the dark streets, referring to my house. "I'm trying to knock out some dents and improvise the look of the car."
He laughed and picked up the drawing pad. “Are you still doing those pencil drawings like last year?”
"Do you remember that?"
I do, and I wonder if I shouldn't still know that he had a bunch of his drawings presented and displayed at Dad's school last year. I looked at them and said I liked it when we ended up standing in the lunch line at the same time, but that was last year, and as a person not interested in it, can I admit to remembering that?
I doubt it.
I put the drawing pad back in the drawer. “You have some drawings at school, remember? Dad always drags mom and me to look at those things.”
"Yes," he says. "They were mine. You probably don't remember, but you told me last year that you liked them, and I thought, well, that was really nice of you.”
He remembers it!
I join my fingers together trying to stop myself from shaking. That wouldn't look very good. “So, you still do things like that?”
"Yes, I only made these series of hands" he talks about the drawings. “I found all these photos of my grandparents; My grandmother played the piano and my grandfather the violin, and their hands when they are playing are amazing. Just... It's like they talk to them, like I can listen to the music and want to try to show that." clears his throat. “Sorry, I know it's boring.”
I shake my head in denial. "It is not. I wish I could draw, but a straight line is all I can get.”
"What about those cubes you make in class?" It took me by surprise that he knows that. Especially since we haven't been together for a long time.
"Okay, I can draw cubes" I raise my arms feigning excitement. “Maybe I should quit school. You could travel around the world drawing cubes on things like bridges or benches. My parents could use my college money for savings. They would love that.”
He laughs again.
"Maybe you can get a start at home. Draw cubes in your driveway or something."
"Wait, are we here yet?" I noticed that we were already in front of my house "I mean, thank you for bringing me home."
"It was fun," I give him one more look before he goes back to the party, with my best friend, he's looking at me like... Well, like he wanted to look at me.
As if he likes what he sees, and he is smiling his eyes turn darker. I just nod mutely, blindly, then fumble for the door handle, trying to look away and still not being able to.
"Ada” He names me, softly, almost hesitantly, my heart beating strongly and this happens when you want someone you can't have. Loving someone you shouldn't even look at.
This is wrong, so wrong, to be here, but longing eats away at me until it is all that I am, until I am a trembling waterfall swaying toward it. I hear the soft, slow hiss of my seat belt as it extends, the faint echo hammering in my head, pulsing in my fingers and my feet, roaring in my ears, and he is so close.
And then we kissed. In a vast universe, an eternity of his mouth moving gently against mine, a slow explosion that makes my insides light up, and I want to get lost in this, in him, and never return.
His seatbelt creaks as he leans closer, one hand touching my head, and he heard me breathing, I hear him breathing. The two of us, just the two of us, except that shouldn't be it.
He is Anna's boyfriend, my best friend.
"Chris” My voice comes out like a ball scraping the aluminum, and he rests his forehead against mine. His fingers are still touching my hair. I can feel them shaking.
"Ada” he says again, and there's so much sweetness in his voice, in him, and I've tasted it. I want to do it again and again.
"I'm sorry" I apologized, he started to shake his head sideways, his hair so soft against my skin, his forehead still touching mine, and my heart screaming that I'm not completely sorry and that maybe he isn't either.
"I didn't mean to" His voice is calm, and no, of course he didn't mean to. He didn't mean for this to happen. He didn't mean for us to kiss.
He has Anna.
"Alright" I could barely speak, and me pulled me up and smiled that smile I use when Anna's boyfriends come to me, the smile that says I'll listen and understand because that's what I do. “I know things are a little weird between you and Anna right now, and the thing is, Anna thinks you're mad at her.” Then I remind myself that I have a best friend, that this is her boyfriend. “I know you're not mad, but she's just…” he swallowed. “She's really in love with you and she likes you a lot.”
Chris looks away from me at that moment, his gaze now fixed on the windshield over the dark front yard.
"I'm not..." he lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m not mad at her, I just… Ada, I really didn’t mean to…” I cut him off.
"I know" I hastened to say, I didn't want him to keep talking about this. I don't want to hear what comes after to "I really didn't mean to...", especially when you've said it twice.
I don't want to hear that this was a mistake, even though it wasn't. Not for me.
"Thank you again" I get out of the car, close the car door and walk towards my house without looking back.
I won't watch him go, I'm shaking. It's horrible to get what you wanted so much when you know you shouldn't.
I was happy to be able to talk to him, about this kiss, about tonight at the party. He mentioned last week, and a moment I've wanted to forget. But I haven't been able to do it.
Here's the moment that's stuck in my head, the one he talked about at the party.
Maybe it was nothing, but I was still thinking about it. I had been thinking about that. Last Thursday, I went to Anna's party to drop off a bunch of clothes she had left at my house. Mom had washed her and I took her out of my car, checking before the doorbell rang that Anna's mom wasn't home.
"Hey," Anna spoke to me, opening the door for me and smiling when she noticed her clean clothes in my hands.
"Your clothes washed, your majesty."
“I love your mom,” he smiled at me. “And you too, but you already know that. Come on in.”
"I don't want to bother you," Anna shook her head.
"Don't worry, Mom's at work. At least have a Pepsi or something. I did the shopping, so there's more to drink than the secret old diet."
"Okay," I walked inside the house, and saw Chris sitting in the living room on the couch. "Oh, I didn’t know… I didn’t see Chris’ car, I should go.”
"Because?" Anna asks me. “We’re just hanging out.”
Then I realized there were more people in the room too. Sonia, Mery, and Taylor were there, they were the ones Anna did a presentation with every year and they were all holding their scripts, looking at me with disgust.
"I'm sorry," I apologize.
"No, it's good that you're here. You can hang out with Chris because he's totally bored, but he's being too nice to say so. Also, he has to take everyone home, I promised I would do it after everyone did their presentation. And as for not seeing the car… Well, I had it parked down the street, so I won’t have to go look for it.”
And before I knew it, I was having a beer sitting next to Chris while everyone was talking except him and of course me.
Anna, Sonia, Mery, and Taylor went out to the terrace to make a scene.
"Get out! This is the kind of set we should order!" Mery said her line.
“I'm sorry,” I spoke first. “I didn't know... I thought Anna was alone.”
"I told her I wanted to talk when I came to visit her tonight and the next thing I know I'm in the room with you."
"I'm sorry," I apologized again, it was the thousandth time I had said it to him since what happened.
"No, I didn't mean that, it's nice sitting with you. That's what I mean, you know what I mean."
“Making the best of a bad situation?” I asked smiling.
"No” He was staring at me and I wanted to look away from his penetrating eyes, he was too attractive, but I couldn't look away, I had to look at him because I spent a lot of time convincing myself that I wasn't scared, that I was acting like he was just another guy. “I mean it's nice to be around actually, I don't mind being with you at all. I like it."
"Yeah, me too," I admit, still smiling and trying not to read into anything he said. He was stupid doing that and he knew it. I also knew I should stand up and leave, but I didn't move.
"Unless I'm getting ready to throw up over the railing of a boat, right?" and I automatically stopped thinking about leaving.
"Do you remember that?"
"It was only last year," he said as if it were an exaggeration.
"I know," my voice came out too firm, too calm, but inside I was shaking.
"I didn't know boats could make people this sick," he recalled. “I swear the only thing that kept me from going overboard was that I was talking to you. How come you never got those sneakers full of dots?”
Oh wow, he remembered, he really remembered.
"I did it," he said. “No, they didn't look like I thought they would. They looked like a rash. In shoes, it wasn't a pretty thing, I can't believe you heard me babbling about stitches when you were feeling so bad.”
"Are you kidding me? You were the best thing about that trip."
"The best?" I shouldn't have asked that, there was silence. It was strangely tense in a way that made my toes curl. “Second best, you mean” I break the silence again. To stop myself from looking at it and desiring it. “Getting out of the boat had to be the first.”
"Sonia, you have to relax when you dance with Taylor. Move your hips a little. Yeah, like... Okay, not that much."
“You should go practice with them,” Chris shakes his head. “Teach Sonia how to dance properly.”
"I don't want to humiliate her," he joked, stood up and did a little dance.
Chris went to some contemporary dance classes when we were kids.
"Believe me that's what you would do," he smiled as he watched their little dance. "You dance great."
"Do you remember when I asked you to that dance in eighth grade? I bet you're glad you got rid of that night” Why does he suddenly mention that?
"No, I would have loved it, I…” My voice slowly faded, hearing what I was saying. “It was better that you freed yourself, because... Well, I've seen my eighth grade photo. You've seen it too. Not at all pretty.”
He shook his head. “No, I wanted to go with you.”
And then the silence came again, that silence and I realized how close we were. How easy it was to sit with him. Smiling, he talked to him. And then I heard Anna laugh.
"I know, Chris is great. We've been together for almost two months," I heard Anna say.
"I better go, congratulations on being almost two months old, I remember the night they started dating and it's great, great!"
"Ada” He stood up, and I just left him alone in the room.
"See you later!" I went out to the terrace, I told Anna I had to go and I hugged her, then I drove home and told myself that all the things I had thought were just that. Things I only thought about and nothing more. But now, tonight has happened, and even though I know it's Anna's return, I still want it.
I didn't sleep much, alternating between excitement and terror, also half expecting Anna to come, I don't know what I would do if I knew. Would Chris have told him? I knew he wouldn't make it sound like I had kissed him, I wasn't that kind of guy, but how would you tell your girlfriend that you and her best friend had kissed in a way that didn't sound like it was?
I finally fell asleep after the sun came up, I was tired. The kiss almost looked like a dream now.
But it wasn't, it was real and it had happened. Anna came as I went downstairs to find Mom preparing her chocolate candies, and putting the food on a plate.
"What's wrong with you?" Anna asked me when I went to open the door. “You look terrible.”
"I'm just tired," I reply.
He was looking at me, it was making me shake inside. I knew it, she knew it.
"Well, can I come in?" I asked myself and then I realized that he was still blocking his way. I nodded.
I walk inside the house, sniffing the air.
"It smells like food," he mentioned with great happiness while clapping his hands, he ran towards the kitchen. "Hello," he greeted my mother.
"Look at you! I think you get prettier every day," my mother used to praise Anna a lot. "Do you want some candy?" He stretched out his arms offering him a sweet.
Anna took it and sat at the kitchen table.
"Where is the teacher?" I asked myself this time, I limited myself to pointing my head to the room, where I understood that he was there.
"What was Anna waiting for? Why is she acting so normal? ”
"How about?" She offered me the plate where she used to place the sweets she made herself.
"Great" she smiled at him as she broke one of the sweets and ate it. I shook my head scared and tense, I could feel the muscles in my legs shaking.
"Don't you think they need a little more green on the sides, maybe to enhance the sweets? Color is always good, Or maybe some orange in the base?” my mom continued talking.
How was I supposed to do this? How could she be old Ada, boring Ada when Anna knew it and stayed still for some reason?
I glance at Anna, but she was staring at the plate as if she was thinking about it now. I could not do it.
"It looks like something out of a cookbook," she smiled at my mom. "Really professional," she was excited, and went to show her sweets to dad.
Then Anna saw me again and then she finally spoke to me.
"Can we go upstairs?" I nodded, I could feel my stomach churning with guilt.
I followed her up with my vision lost in confusion and the sugar of the candy. In my room, Anna walked over to my bed and sat down to look at me.
"What's going on with Chris?" I was surprised. "No that's it" then I was confused between my thoughts and my words.
"What?" She wasn't supposed to say that.
"What's wrong with Chris?" She repeats. “He didn't say anything to me last night about being upset with me, or about his hair. But that's not a big problem. Have you talked to him these days?”
“Yes” I have to tell her then “Anna, I really have to tell you.”
"Well, at least you said something," he said and then stood up and began to move his hair. When she did it I noticed a mark on her neck, it was barely visible where her blouse ended.
"What's that?" He gave me a look that said.
"What do you mean?" like I couldn't see his neck, and of course Chris hadn't told him about the kiss.
He just returned to the party, saw her and realized how stupid he had been, then he kissed her and left that mark on her neck. Something that marked her as his property. Property of Chris.
"Well, you're a little weird." Anna touches the mark on her neck. "Shit," she walked over to the mirror in my room and looked at the mark on her neck. “I thought this shirt would cover it. Do you have something to cover it with?” I shook my head. "Your mom?"
"Maybe" she sat on my bed carefree "Why do you want to cover it? Chris doesn’t mind that.”
But thanks to Anna's silence can tell me that something was not right.
"Anna?"
"Don't say it, okay? I know it was something really stupid, but Mike…”
"Mike?" She looks at me through the mirror and then turns around, crossing her arms, still keeping her gaze on me.
"Yes," she says, "but we were just dancing." She began to move her hands, a sign that she is nervous. “He started telling me how beautiful I looked, he hugged me and then he told me "let's go outside, it's hot here" and then we... We were there for a while” his voice had become low and he spoke very quickly.
"Did you break up with Chris?" I had a big mess in my head, I couldn't understand anything.
"No!" shout.
My heart stopped, they didn't finish.
"No? But you were with Mike."
"I made sure Chris didn't see the mark, okay? I told him to take me home and that's why I couldn't talk because I had a terrible headache. And he doesn't have to know about Mike and I, you know? I don't want to break up with him. I like it a lot, Ada, but we haven't been... You know, we haven't done much...”
"Haven't you guys fucked?"
"Yes, and I don't understand why" I roll my eyes. “At first I thought it was good that he wasn't always trying to get us to do things like that. But we have only kissed” he sighed and sat next to me on the mattress. “I think I like it.”
"What do you want me to say?"
""You are the one who is always in love with boys who don't love you."
Ouch, it was true though. The truth hurts, but soon the truth would hurt her too.
"Well, every guy who likes you always likes you more," I admit, it was a painful truth, but I couldn't let myself cry right now. “The thing is, you haven't been around to notice, I'm too good to ignore it now and the rest…” It wasn't the time, she only had two boys, Anna had only been with one of them. Phillies.
Last year, I liked Phillies, he was new and from England, and he wrote great short stories and I hadn't seen Anna when we were talking and she came over. I could tell there was something about Anna that made him immune to her, and I liked being the girl she loved.
And then the homecoming thing happened. Phillies asked me if I could go to the dance with him and even though he thought everyone said they hated him because the homecoming dance was incredibly stupid, It was stupid and unbelievable because you had to buy a good dress while you saw guys dressed in different jeans and t-shirts. It was all glamorous, but somehow good, incredible.
I was excited, I had gone to buy the dress with Anna, and not something used because the boy I was going with was someone who had dumped her, so I bought something incredible. I didn't look as good as Anna, sure, she bought that short, tight, red dress that even the saleswoman said "Wow" when she came out of the dressing room, but I looked pretty.
Or at least I thought it looked good. Philis had said I looked good when he picked me up, and again when we were dancing in the over-decorated gym with the music the school had played.
I was coming back from the bathroom, I see the two of them alone in a corner of the gym talking. I could see Anna, that red dress completely caught anyone's attention. It was definitely her with the Phillies.
"You know you're the sexy girl here tonight," he watched as he ran his hands under her arms. "Say you'll dance with me."
I stood there, paralyzed, watching Anna smile at her.
"Sexy? Me? Since when? What about Adi?"
"She's not sexy," he replied, making my eyes start to sting. It didn't take long for the tears to come. I was wondering if anything he had told me was real, then he noticed my presence by turning to look at me. "Ada" but he didn't come close he just left there.
Anna instead approached me, worried? "Ada?" my name fell from his lips, as if it was his fault that Philis liked me, not me.
I looked at her even with my eyes crystallized by tears, she looked so beautiful, so much so that I hated her.
I really hated her, in the most intense way I could feel. I hate my best friend.
I just ran from there, but Anna came after me. I was furious with Phillies and even with Anna, as if it were her fault that she was more beautiful than me. She didn't force Philis to tell her those things...
"I shouldn't have agreed to talk to him," said Anna, who was walking behind me, giving me a short distance. “I'm really sorry, Adi. I thought he wanted to talk about you. He seemed to like you a lot.”
"I thought it was like that, but it seems like she likes you more” she turned to me to see her upset.
Anna began to cry, and through tears she told me, “I'm really very sorry, please don't be upset, please don't hate me.”
I hugged her and we walked together to my house. Dad and Mom took us back to the dance, and Anna and I stayed up for four hours talking about how stupid Phillies was. It hurt horribly when I saw it at school, but over time it hurt less.
The only other boy I had ever liked was Chris. Anna knew about this, but. She believed it was a primary school thing, a forgotten thing. I didn't even know if I remembered it, but I did. And I still liked it. And we kiss...
"Hello, Ada, are you listening to me?" Anna waved a hand in front of my face. "I didn't mean that how it sounded. I just don't know what to do with Chris, how to keep him with me. And then the Mike thing" she rolled her eyes.
I would never kiss anyone else if I kissed Chris.
I shake my head, trying to erase that thought, and then Mom knocks on the door.
"I just wanted to see if you two needed anything."
"We're fine," I reply seriously.
"Well, if you need anything let me know."
"I love your parents," Anna whispered. “I wish they were mine.”
I ignored his comment and focused on the mark on his neck. I tried not to think about how I had Chris and still looked at someone else. I tried not to think about how his mouth felt on mine.
"Hey, my mom is taking me to see my dad today," his voice was discouraged. "Do you want to go with me?" She had her gaze on the window, I noticed how she played with some strands of her hair.
"Sure, I'll accompany you" I sigh and give him a hug.
"It'll be fun," she murmured, but we both knew it wouldn't be like that.
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⋆🌼🃏— Pairings: tighnari x gn! reader x cyno (can be read as platonic or romantic, pick your poison :0)
⋆🌼🃏— Sypnosis: You have been targeted by a group of Eremites for unknown reasons, so for your safety and the sake of their worries, you have been staying with Gandharva Ville. Here's how your life has become since then.
⋆🌼🃏— content: gn! reader, mentions of injury and just fluffy with light angst.
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It happened all so suddenly.
You were a Rtawahist researcher, one of the best of your years. You went on an expedition to the desert with a team of adventurers to research the sudden change of movement of the stars.
Along the way, you and your team had a couple of gnarly encounters with the same group of Eremites, which was weird, why are they so intent to capture your group? As far as you know, none of you had offended them or made them feel threatened.
Until they finally captured you while the others were sleeping.
"Come on, give us your research papers and your Mora, and we won't hurt your pretty little head, yeah?" One of them spoke with a gruff voice.
Your eyebrows furrowed.
"Archons! Why do you need my research paper so badly?! Like I understand if you wanted just my Mora, but my research papers??" You exclaimed.
"We don't have to give you our reasons, brat."
They stood up and stabbed the dagger they were holding into a crate next to you.
Thump.
"Just give us the damn papers before things get ugly, you hear me?!"
You shook your head stubbornly.
"No! I worked hard on those, I will not let you have it!" You yelled.
They let out a sound of annoyance.
"Fine, I'll just do this the hard way then." They lifted the dagger up again, it's chilling glint underneath the desert moon made you shiver.
But you'd rather die than let them have it.
You closed your eyes, preparing for a moment of pain that never came.
A groan of pain echoed in your ears, and the sound of cold metal clashing made you open your eyes.
Sliver hair filled your vision along with flashes of purple lightning. You were dazed by its familiarity as a thought crossed your mind.
Cyno.
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That was a week ago.
Cyno told you that your expedition had lasted an extra week than you wrote in your letters. He went looking for you out of concern, and he had found your team and they told him that you disappeared overnight and that the group of Eremites that were terrorizing you and them.
You thanked him with dinner and a couple of rounds of TCG, which you lost, miserably.
And you managed to hand over your research papers to your professor before the deadline.
A win-win situation one might think, right?
Wrong.
Because when you get home from running some errands—
—most of your house was burned down.
All your equipment, your research books are half burned into a crisp.
You felt yourself holding back a scream.
No, this is not the time for an emotional breakdown. You ran inside what's left of your home, as you took whatever you could save in it.
Photo albums, important documents, your boxes of trinkets, anything.
You groaned softly as you cursed yourself for getting a place further out in the city in the first place.
By the sevens, who could be this cruel to do this?!
After a couple of hours, you salvaged quite some stuff. But you were glad that the box was unscathed from the fire, it held all of your precious trinkets that you kept growing up. Everything that they had given you.
You dragged your stuff into a cart that you kept in your yard and headed towards the city. Along the way, you passed by a certain blonde haired traveller who helped you with your other stuff that you hadn't managed to fit into the cart.
When you arrived, you managed to get yourself a place to stay for a while. And without wasting any time, you reported what happened to the Matra. They told you that they will open an investigation as soon as possible. You thanked them as you went back to the place you were staying.
Moments later, you heard a knock on the door, and you opened to find a worried Tighnari and also a serious-looking Cyno.
"Hey, we heard what happened, are you okay?" Tighnari asked you, his ears twitching slightly.
You nodded quietly, too tired to give him a proper response.
"I have some leads to who's the culprit that burnt down your house." Cyno said sternly.
You looked up, curious to hear his answer.
"The group of Eremites that terrorized your team a week ago might have been the ones that did it." He said.
You sighed defeatedly.
"Honestly, I was dreading that. Archons, I have no idea why they are coming for me and my work." You sighed, slumping on the bed.
Tighnari approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.
"You should lay low for now. I suggest you find a safer place to stay, they may still be on the lookout for you." Cyno said softly, feeling quite sympathetic for you.
"You could stay with me? I'm sure Collei would be happy to see you again..?" Tighnari offered. His tail swished gently,as he looked at you with concern.
"I agree with Tighnari, you'll be safer staying with him." Cyno nodded.
"Meanwhile, I'll lead the investigation, I'll make sure the culprit will get the judgment they deserve." He added.
"Fine, I'll stay with 'nari. But only, until I repair my house." You said, sighing.
Both of them nodded in agreement, as you stood up to follow them to Gandharva Ville.
"Let me help you with your cart," Tighnari said, already holding on to it.
You thanked him, while Cyno informed the nearby Matra to gather information about the incident.
You hoped that this matter would be over soon.
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It's been a few weeks since then, whoever did the crime was insanely good at keeping their tracks clean, it even had the General Mahamatra stumped.
Yet, both Tighnari and Cyno did their best to help you take your mind off it, they didn't want to see you stress yourself sick.
You'd just been in your room, minding your own business, when you started to hear voices coming from the living room of Tighnari's house. You decided to go out to the living room to check out what was going on.
"Well, you see, it's funny because-" Cyno seemed to be explaining some dumb joke.
"Oh, archons! Stop with the terrible jokes already!" Tighnari groaned, but his ears perked up when he saw you enter the room. "Make him stop, please!"
"Cyno....please behave?" You whispered quietly, clearly exhausted from the house repairs the day before.
Cyno's playfully pouted, but he sighed and gave in to your gentle request.
"I suppose I can behave myself. For now, at least."
Tighnari nods slightly, a small frown appearing on his face. "Yes. It's been a long day. The headache seems to be getting worse every day. Archons, I wish they'd go away." He sighs quietly, his ear flicking down in displeasure as you move closer to him.
He smiles at you affectionately and then turns his gaze to Tighnari, whose eyebrows were furrowed.
"What's with that face, 'nari? Are you having a headache again?" You said worriedly, hastily approaching where he was sitting.
"Hmm....maybe you should take a break... I'll talk with the other rangers, Let me help you with the patrols for the week." You immediately offered, without even a stutter or hesitation.
Tighnari blinks his eyes in surprise at your eagerness to help. He shakes his head slightly, a small smile appearing on his face. A soft, affectionate gaze wanders over your face.
"No, no. I'll be alright. You know I'm tougher than I look," he tries to protest, but you can tell from his expression how much your offer means to him.
Cyno steps forward and places a hand on Tighnari's shoulder. "Come on, Tighnari. Take a break for once."
"See? Even the General Mahamatra agrees with me. So, just sit tight and rest. Let me handle the rest."
Tighnari sighs and looks up at you then at Cyno, then sighs again, giving in. A slight smile forms on his face as he looks back at you, clearly relieved.
"Alright, alright. I suppose I can take a few days off. But you better not overwork yourself," he relents, his tail flicking slightly.
Cyno smiles and nods affirmatively. "That's better. You look like you haven't slept in days," he comments as his hands gently brush back Tighnari's hair to examine his face.
"I promise I won't overwork myself. I can handle the patrols for a few days. Don't worry, 'nari. I'll be fine," You reassure him, offering a comforting smile.
Tighnari lets out a quiet sigh and closes his eyes, clearly exhausted, his ears slumping down a little.
"Alright, alright. I trust you. Just..." He reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "Take care of yourself, okay?" Cyno watches the scene with a fond smile and adds. "Yeah, don't do anything reckless. We both know how you get when you don't take proper breaks."
"It's not really that bad, guys! I promise." You whined playfully, before patting Tighnari's shoulder.
"Let me go make you some herbal tea. I've acquired some new medicinal tea from Liyue from my pen pal." You said excitedly.
Tighnari smiles faintly as you pat his shoulder, his ears twitching slightly in appreciation.
"Thank you. That would be very helpful," he says quietly, clearly grateful for your offer.
Cyno, meanwhile, gives you a slightly teasing smile. "Yeah, sure. And maybe don't forget to take care of yourself, okay? We don't want you getting sick, too. You're not immune to everything either," he adds, his tone playful and affectionate.
"Says you, Mr. "Oh no, I have fallen ill because I refuse to wear proper clothing during cold desert nights!" Seriously, Cyno. You should let me knit you a blanket or something." You huffed as you started brewing the tea, filling the small space with a light jasmine scent.
Cyno groans quietly, a little embarrassed that you've brought up the incident again. His arms crossed defensively, but he can't help but chuckle.
"I'm fine with my clothes, thank you very much," he responds, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "Besides, I like the feel of the desert air against my skin. Even the cold is refreshing." Tighnari, meanwhile, chuckles softly at the exchange, his ears perking up in amusement.
He raises an eyebrow at Cyno, his tone lighthearted.
"You're always insisting that your immune to everything, but look at you. You're just as susceptible as the rest of us," he points out, a fond smile on his face.
Cyno sighs and chuckles, unable to argue with that.
"Fine, fine. I see your point. But... I still enjoy the cold air."
You chuckled, shaking your head.
"Sit down, Cyno. I'm bringing the tea over." You called out.
Cyno sighs and obeys, flopping down on the couch next to Tighnari. His lips curled as he heard your lighthearted chuckle.
"I guess you're right," he admits, leaning back on the couch and stretching his arms. "But I'll still take my chances with the desert air. As long as you brew me some tea to help me when I get sick." Tighnari glances over at you, amusement is evident in his expression.
"The things I'd do for the both of you."
Cyno chuckles, a fond smile spreading across his face.
"And we appreciate it. We really do," he reassures you.
Tighnari nods in agreement, his expression softening. "You always take such good care of us, even when we're too stubborn to admit it," he adds, his tail flicking gently against the couch.
Cyno glances at Tighnari, then back at you, a grin spreading on his face.
"Yeah, you're practically a miracle worker. Always knowing when we need a helping hand, even when we're too proud to ask for it."
Tighnari laughs quietly and nods in agreement. "We're lucky to have you around. Who else would put up with our nonsense?"
"You're being too sweet, just drink the tea already!" You said softly, flushing slightly.
They both chuckled at your reaction.
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"This is delicious. You've outdone yourself this time," Cyno compliments you.
Tighnari nods in agreement, his expression softening as he takes a sip. "Yes, it's so soothing. You're quite a talented herbal tea brewer."
"Thanks, I'm just gonna leave you two to it. I have an appointment with Kaveh soon, so I need to prepare some supplies."
Cyno raises an eyebrow, a teasing smirk spreading across his face.
"Kaveh, huh? What are you two getting up to?"
He takes another sip of tea, his tone lighthearted and playful.
"It's not what you think. I'm just going over my house plans with him. I'm repairing my house because a part of it got burned down, remember? The arson case a few weeks ago? The reason why I've been staying with Tighnari since then?"
Cyno's teasing expression quickly turns to one of concern.
"Right, of course. My apologies for teasing. I remember that case. How's the repairs going?" he asks you.
Tighnari nods in agreement and his ears perk up slightly as well. "Yeah, I hope you're not having too much trouble with the rebuilding," he adds, a hint of worry evident in his voice.
"Well, between having to acquire materials and trying to not break my back fixing it, I'd say it's going smoothly."
"I just hope that my savings are enough to cover for it. The prices of materials are insane." You sighed.
"But Kaveh has been helping out with finding affordable yet quality materials, so I think the repair would go as smoothly as I hope it to be," You reassured.
Cyno nods gently, relief is evident in his expression.
"Sounds like you're in good hands. Kaveh always has a knack for finding good deals. And as for your back, maybe you should take some breaks. Can't be overworking yourself with all this rebuilding," he teases lightly, a gentle smirk on his face.
"I know, I know, thank the Seven, Alhaitham offered to help me with my work, even if I didn't want him to, I could have perfectly done it myself,"
Tighnari nods in agreement, his ears perking up.
"Well, Alhaitham is somewhat of a difficult person to get along with sometimes, but I can't deny that he's quite considerate and helpful if the situation calls for it. Maybe he just wanted to return the favor you extended to him when you helped him in his research." He pauses for a moment, his expression softening. "But you should still take care of yourself. Don't overwork yourself, okay?" He adds, giving you a gentle look.
"I will. I'm going to head out now, so I'll see you tonight, 'nari and you later, Cyno." You said softly and waved the two of them goodbye.
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As you leave Gandharva Ville to meet up with Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari continue to chat in the living room over tea. Cyno shares a few jokes with Tighnari, who rolls his eyes but secretly smiles at the playful banter.
As night falls, the house feels a little emptier without your presence. Despite their easy-going demeanors, Cyno and Tighnari can't help but feel a slight sense of worry and longing for your return.
When you finally return home, the apartment is quiet. Cyno and Tighnari are just lounging around the living room. When they hear you enter, they perk their ears up slightly and look over at you. A wave of relief washes over both of them, and they can't help but smile at the sight of you.
Cyno greets you cheerfully as usual, while Tighnari gives you a gentle smile and a tail flick.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to run away from some angry group of Fungi on my way here." You said, catching your breath.
Cyno raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.
"Angry Fungi? Sounds like quite the adventure. How many were there?" He asks, a serious glint in his eyes.
"A whole group of five huge Fungi. " You answered him.
Tighnari's expression softens and his ears twitch slightly. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt at all?"
You scratched your head bashfully, before looking at Tighnari.
"I might've....gotten a massive bruise on my back...."
Tighnari's expression immediately turns to one of concern upon hearing about your injury.
"Oh no... Let me see that bruise," he requests gently, taking a step closer to examine your back.
"I-I'm fine! I swear, 'nari!" You said hurriedly. taking a couple steps back.
"One of the Fungi headbutted me from the back while I was busy dodging the other ones."
Cyno raises an eyebrow at your insistence that you're fine.
"Headbutted, huh? You should be more careful. We can't afford to have you getting injured. Especially when we're not around to look after you," he remarks, his expression serious for a moment before his usual smile returns.
Tighnari's ears twitch, his concern still evident. "Regardless, let me just take a quick look to ease my worry," he insists gently.
"Fine, fine, just let me change into looser clothing first." You muttered.
Cyno nods in agreement, acknowledging your need for comfort.
"Alright, take your time. We'll be here when you're ready," he reassures you, his ear flicking a little. Tighnari gives you a reassuring smile and nods as well. "Yeah, no need to rush. Just take the time you need to change and then we can check your back. We want to make sure you're alright."
You quickly changed, and soon, Tighnari carefully guided you to the couch.
"How is it? Is it really bad?"
Tighnari examines your back, his fingers gently ghosting over the massive bruise that has formed there.
He winces slightly when he sees the extent of the injury but tries to maintain a calm demeanor. "It's a large bruise. You're going to have to take it easy for a few days to avoid aggravating it. I'll prepare some herbs to make a salve that can help speed up the healing process a little. In the meantime, try to avoid any unnecessary movement, okay?"
You sighed yet again. "I guess I have to postpone the repairs again....." You muttered under your breath.
Cyno overhears your muttered comment and his expression softens, sympathetic to your plight. He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, it's alright. There's no rush. Your health comes first. We can figure out a way to handle the repairs later when you're feeling better."
Tighnari gives a nod of agreement and gently pats your back. "Yes, take it easy. Let us handle the repairs for now. You just focus on resting and getting better."
Cyno and Tighnari help you get comfortable on the couch, bringing you pillows and blankets to make sure you're as relaxed as possible.
Tighnari prepares a soothing salve to help reduce the pain and inflammation in your back, while Cyno grabs a cold pack from the freezer to press against the bruise.
They sit with you, keeping you company and making sure you're feeling alright. They chat with you softly, making lighthearted jokes and sharing stories to keep your mind off your pain.
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Eventually, Tighnari returns with the salve he prepared, and he carefully applies it to your back with gentle but firm movements.
As the salve works its magic, slowly reducing the pain and swelling, Cyno gives you a smile and speaks in a teasing tone.
"You know, maybe this is just what you needed. A little break to rest and relax. Maybe a few days off might not be so bad after all."
"But I was supposed to help you so you could take a break, 'nari!" You whined quietly, pouting.
Tighnari smiles at your pouting expression, amused by your stubbornness.
"I appreciate the thought, but sometimes life has other plans. Right now, the most important thing is for you to focus on recovering. Once you're back on your feet, you can help us all you want."
Cyno rolls his eyes playfully and adds in a joking tone. "Yeah, and speaking of being back on your feet, maybe you should try picking on smaller targets next time instead of those huge Fungi."
"It wasn't my fault they came on me in the first place, I don't even know why they were so irritated in the first place!"
Tighnari chuckles softly, trying to imagine you fending off a horde of angry Fungi.
"Fungi can be picky sometimes. And they tend to guard their territory fiercely. Perhaps you accidentally wandered into their turf without realizing it, and they took action accordingly."
"I was walking down the designated path to Gandharva Ville! The Fungi weren't there when I first passed by on my way to Sumeru City!!"
Cyno bursts out laughing upon hearing your playful defense.
"Ah, well, perhaps those particular Fungi took a sudden detour and decided to set up camp on your usual path without warning. Those mischievous creatures can be quite sneaky, you know," he teases.
"Whatever..." You groaned, voice muffled by your face planting into the pillow.
Tighnari grins at your reaction and gently pats your head.
"Don't be upset. We're just teasing. We know you did your best." He turns to look at Cyno, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Cyno, why don't you make it up to them with one of your jokes? That'll surely lift their spirits."
"Please don't, can't you see I suffered enough? You guys are bullying me, I swear."
"Oh, don't worry, we're not bullies. We just believe in the healing power of laughter!" Cyno says proudly.
He takes a moment to think, then grins wider. "Hey, what do you call a snake with no legs?"
"What is it?" You groaned.
"An adder. Get it? Because it's a snake, and it has been 'added' without legs? Haha!" He laughs at his own joke, clearly pleased with himself. Tighnari hides a small chuckle with a cough. They both look at you, eagerly awaiting your reaction.
"I hate you guys...."
Cyno laughs even harder at your response, clearly enjoying your reaction to his terrible pun.
"Oh, come onnnn. Don't be like that. You know you love my sense of humor." He says with a smirk.
Tighnari can't help but smile at your groaning. He reaches out to pat your head softly, trying to soothe you.
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As the evening progresses, Cyno and Tighnari keep up the light banter, sharing jokes and stories to keep your spirits up.
Slowly, you start to relax, the stress from your injury fading away as their company puts you at ease. The room is filled with laughter, and a comforting atmosphere settles in. Cyno tells another terrible pun, and even though you try your best to maintain a scowl, you can't help but let out a small chuckle.
Tighnari notices your slight smile and grins at Cyno, silently signaling him that their efforts are working. They exchange a sly, knowing look, grateful that you are starting to feel better.
As the night drags on, the room gradually falls silent as you doze off into a contented, healing slumber. Even after you fall asleep, Cyno and Tighnari take turns watching over you, making sure you're as comfortable as possible. They can't help but share a warm, fond smile, appreciating the peace and tranquility of the moment.
Your healing progresses in the following days, Cyno and Tighnari take turns caring for you. Tighnari diligently prepares meals and soothing herbs to help with your recovery, and Cyno occasionally comes by to offer his own unique way of making you feel better – by sharing yet another one of his terrible puns.
Despite your protests, Cyno's jokes never fail to crack a dumb smile on your face, and you find yourself secretly looking forward to his visits, just to hear those awful puns.
Eventually, your injury starts to heal as the days turn into weeks. Your pain and discomfort gradually fade away, and the bruise on your back begins to yellow before finally disappearing completely.
Tighnari examines your back once again, his fingers lightly tracing the area where the bruise used to be, before nodding in satisfaction.
"Yup, it appears that you have fully recovered. The injury has healed nicely, and there are no signs of pain or discomfort left."
Just as you're about to express your relief and thanks, Cyno chimes in with a dramatic sigh.
"Ah, it's a shame that you've recovered so quickly. I was already working on a new series of puns to keep the cheer going."
Cyno remarks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Tighnari rolls his eyes but can't help but smile at Cyno's antics.
"Oh yes, because your terrible puns were an absolute cure for all our ailments. We simply would be miserable without them," Tighnari retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Cyno pouts, feigning offense at Tighnari's words. "Hey, they weren't that bad! And besides, I had a whole new stockpile ready to go."
"Maybe, some other time, Cyno." You giggled.
"Spoil sport," Cyno grumbles, crossing his arms in mock disappointment, but a smile creeps onto his face at your laugh.
Tighnari lets out a lighthearted chuckle, shaking his head at Cyno's antics. They both sit quietly for a moment, enjoying the light banter and the relief of your full recovery.
You felt relief knowing that no matter what, come rain or shine, both of them would go to the ends of Tevyat for you as you would do for them as well.
But for now, let's just enjoy the tranquility of the moment, shall we?
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extras:
Tighnari: hey, I noticed that you kept the pictures of our student years in the albums you have in your cart.
Y/N: of course I did, they're really precious to me.
*Cyno come closer and picks up a picture.*
Cyno:....hey, when did you take this photo of me passed out on Lambad's Tavern, and...wait...DID YOU SERIOUSLY BALANCE PLATES ON ME?!
Y/N: ......yeah, i'm just gonna leave- *sprints*
Cyno: OH NO YOU DON'T- *runs after Y/N*
Tighnari: *dies of laughter.*
#genshin impact x reader#genshin fluff#genshin angst#genshin impact#cyno x reader#tighnari x reader#cynonari#genshin comfort#gender neutral reader#cynonari x reader#⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚otterneuvillete's thoughts
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Something something Rudy being domestic with reader and being so in sync and at peace at home with them (because that man deserves a break) and fucking them all nice and slow something something? 🫶
Domestic!Rudy Parra x GN!Reader
MDNI
This man leaves his work at work. When he’s home he’s just a man, not a soldier. Unless his fellow soldiers have been invited into your home you don’t know anyone he works with. It’s not that Rudy is crazy protective, he just likes to keep his domestic life private and secure.
Rudy is the type to host Sundays barbecue after church. The man can cook. You’re usually making the side dishes while he cooks the meat. He already has your ingredients set out for you because he knows you get frustrated going back to the fridge because you still forgot to grab something out the last time you did.
When you’ve had a hard day he always picks up your favorite flowers on his way home. And when he knows you just need to decompress and have some alone time he draws you a bath, with candles and bath salts of course.
When he’s had a rough day you make his favorite comfort food. It takes him back to being a kid at his grandmothers house, peaceful. And he tends to get a stiff back, he never mentions it but you can recognize it just in his posture. Your back massages are the only reason he can walk around some days.
He likes going grocery shopping with you. He likes pushing the cart, he’s not very good at it considering he’s nocked over three displays and ran over your foot twice.
He isn’t one for teenage like gestures of love. His hand on your lower back when he introduces you. You two don’t hold hands when walking, you link arms. He likes having you close in a more intimate way that still feels comfortable and classy.
He watched to many romance movies as a teenager and became a hopeless romantic. You wanted a wildflower garden with a fountain and a small gazebo. This man made it happen. At a restaurant? He’s pulling the chair out for you. You didn’t check the weather? Don’t worry he made sure to bring an umbrella because he knows you spent almost a hour doing your hair. You like that expensive necklace? He’s been saving money to get it for you.
You never fail to amaze him. He’s been working long hours so he hasn’t had time to change the oil in his truck, you did it while he was napping. He wanted a locking firearms cabinet built into a wall, after watching a few YouTube videos you made one. He tends to forget to eat, you pack him a lunch and snacks.
He loves brushing your hair. Theres something so intimate about it that makes his mind calm. He loves kissing your neck afterwards.
He hate quickies. Rudy needs time just to admire you. He will spend hours between your thighs just watching you come undone. He is the perfect mixture of passionate and rough. Every thrust has intention behind it. Rudy likes to stop and making out while still inside.
He will have you choking on your own words as he calls your pretty names while fucking you in front of a mirror. Oh and the sweet sounds he makes when you go down on him…
He doesn’t get super into kinky names like daddy or sir, but doesn’t mind it. But you saying Rodolfo drives him fucking crazy.
He definitely has a breeding kink regardless of your gender. The thought of you loving him so much to bring life into this world with him sends shivers down his spine. Again, he’s a romantic.
If you two have kids he proudly smiles for family photos. Look at all the love he has! His pride and joy is his family.
And if you two decide against kids he proudly smiles for family photos with your three dogs. Look at all the love he has! His pride and joy is his family.
#call of duty#cod#flowerwrites#rudy parra imagine#rudy parra smut#rudy parra x you#cod rudy#rodolfo rudy parra#rudy x reader#rodolfo rudy parra x reader#rudy cod#rudy parra#rudy parra x reader#rodolfo x reader#roldofo parra#cod rodolfo#rodolfo cod#rodolfo parra smut#rodolfo parra#alejandro vargas#call of duty imagine
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I love the idea of Sugarboo bitching to their friend about Seth before going to talk to him (they tell their friend that he isnt actually that bad when they get back though) and their friend getting super annoyed at him for being...the way he was lol, then one day that friend comes over for an evening
(f/n = friends name, SB = Sugarboo but 'SB' = sugarboos name)
SB made them promise not to say anything rude and at first they did pretty well...but it was tricky for them. Ever since they were kids f/n had always defended SB, against bullies, creeps, their parents, anybody! And that wasn't ever going to change, not even now. It doesn't matter who this guy (Seth) was he had decided to be a dick towards SB and now f/n was gonna let him know what they thought about that.
It started with small things like calling SB Jo (Jolene) or Doll (Dolly Parton) in reference to what Seth called them when they met, saying that SB seemed quieter recently, noting how happy SB is with Al and that they've never seen them so peaceful in life (giving Seth quite the look as they said it).
Seth picked up on it but Al/SB suprisingly didn't so he convinced himself he was just overthinking it.
Later on Al and SB had to head out to the shops to get drinks, Seth said he would stay here and f/n decided to stay as well. When they first left the two spoke about how f/n and SB met, what f/n had been up to recently, what the trio had been up to and that's when they started making more obvious jabs at him
"So...heard you were quite dramatic when you introduced yourself"
"Oh, I'm guessing 'SB' told you all 'bout that huh?"
"You bet, they told me everything, everything you said, all the ways you put them down, made them feel they didn't belong, didn't deserve what they had. What they worked so hard to get"
He stared at them for a moment, he knew what he had done was rash and rude but he didn't know it had affected them that much
"Listen I know it was stupid, I didn't think about ho-"
He was cut off by f/n talking again
"No, I'm not done talking. Honestly woulda thought you'd learned some manners by now"
They rolled their eyes before continuing
"You made 'SB' feel like shit, worse than they've felt in a very long time. They have been through so much and finally after all this time they had found something, someone, that mad them happy. Gave their life thay purpose they had been searching for...but then you decided that you had to try and destroy all of it"
They paused their gaze falling to a picture SB had taken of themself and Al after baking, both of them covered in flour, smiling as Al wrapped his arms over SBs shoulders from behind. It was printed out and framed on the wall. They went to say something then their eyes drifted to a picture just below it, this one taken by Al. It was a photo of Seth and SB curled up together on the couch, they were both asleep but it was clear they were happy. f/n stopped and sighed
"You were a right asshole, and I'm holding it against you, I still don't like you at all...but 'SB' seems happy with you around"
There was silence for a minute as f/n looks back at Seth
"So I'm not gonna dig into you too much, but know this"
f/n leaned forwards in their chair, glaring over at Seth who was sat on the couch (Al and SB had previously been sat next to him)
"I am 'SB's closest friend, they mean the world to me and I don't want any harm coming to them. So if I hear that you've done anything that could lead to them getting hurt, I'll make sure they drop you faster than you could ever think possible"
Silence. Until it was broken by the sound of the front door opening and SBs voice could be heard from the hallway
"Heyyy! You two still here?"
"Hey babes! Yeah we're still here, been waiting for you two slow coaches to get back!"
The two appeared at the doorway, Al holding a carrier bag
"Jeez you are so impatient f/n-"
f/n shrugged and smiled as Al and SB took their seats back on the couch
The night went on as normal except Seth was off in a way the whole time, when f/n was leaving them and SB spoke on their own by the door
"Seems you've got a nice couple of boys here"
"Yeah, I love them. Being around them makes me happy"
f/n smiled and gave SB a pat on the shoulder
"I'm glad, really I am. Well I best be going. See you another time though?"
"Of course! Message me when you get home!"
They bid farewell. Yet during their little conversation Seth had been talking to Al, telling him he was worried SB was still upset by what had happened, Al was confused and even though he told him that SB definitely wasn't upset about anything that happened Seth wasn't totally convinced.
That night he brought it up with SB when Al was getting ready for bed and they told him the same thing, they weren't upset, sure they had been at the time but they weren't anymore. They're not the kind of person to hold a grudge. Then they asked him what brought this up, at first he shrugged it off but eventually he broke and told them about the conversation he had with f/n. When he was done explaining they looked at him and mumbled
"Oh really? I'm gonna go make a call, tell Al I'll be right back"
They then went and called f/n...what a convo that was. f/n explained that they were just worried about them, they didn't fully trust that guy and they didn't want anything to happen to them. SB told them that they can take care of themself and they don't need them watching over them anymore, they're not kids, they're an adult. The two made amends, f/n agreed it was out of line for them and SB told them that they appreciated the thought. They hung up and SB went back to their boys
"So...how'd it go?"
They got into bed and snuggled up between Al and Seth
"All good, f/n's just a bit of an idiot don't take anything they say too seriously hun"
#boo's friends dont really know when to let things go lol#yuurivoice#yuurivoice seth#yuurivoice bittersweet#jet's rambling again
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While Skeleton is going to pick up his child from school, he notices a group of tourists in front of the school. They grabbed his kid and prevented them from leaving, passing the poor traumatized skeleton from hand to hand to take random selfies, without asking for their consent or caring much for their health. They're treating his baby like a random animal to make views.
Undertale Sans - He teleports to the middle of the group and asks coldly the person who is holding his child to put them down. Sans quickly grabs them to hide them behind him, then asks for an explanation. He tries to stay chill, but it's hard as for a few photos, his kid might be traumatized for a while. He also asks they delete all the photos. If he sees one online, he's filling a report to Undyne. He then takes his child to have ice cream, so he can comfort them and get them to talk about their feelings.
Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus quickly diverts their attention by clowning around, so they focus on him and let his child go. He accepts to do a few selfies with them at the condition they erase the photos of his child. He's upset they didn't even ask his child for consent, but what else can he do? It happens often since they're on the Surface and nothing can stop them. He still comforts his child and reminds them to not talk to strangers.
Underswap Sans - He got a call at the police station from a concerned monster mother, but for sure didn't expect to see humans tormenting his own child. He struggles to stay calm as he starts to scream at the human. They all get a fine for this, and if one of them dares to say something, he's going to arrest them for kidnapping. Once they're all gone, he picks up his child and takes them back home, promising it won't happen again.
Underswap Papyrus - He runs and snatches his child from the stranger's hand, holding them close to his chest as he retreats, angry. The next day, he filed a report to the police station after the photo went online, asking his brother for help. He's as anxious as his child and feels guilty he wasn't there to prevent these horrible people from doing this. He's mad at the school as well. He wasn't there, so his kid shouldn't have find himself all alone in this situation. What were they thinking?!
Underfell Sans - His soul stops beating when he hears his kid cry and now he's only survival instincts. He stabs one of the people's legs with a sharp bone, grabs his kid, and throws them behind him, immediately protecting them behind two huge blasters. He warns the tourists to go on their way or it will end very badly, and he's dead serious. He can't believe something like this can happen and it's for sure doesn't help him to have trust in humanity. He's very protective of his child for the next weeks.
Underfell Papyrus - Fortunately, he is scary-looking. When he gets close, clearly angry, the tourists let go of the child and immediately leave, giving him annoyed stares as he picks up his child to make sure they have no injury. The child has a few bruises. One stupid tourist tells him that he was doing nothing wrong, and that's enough for Edge's patience to break. He starts to scream at them and threatens to send them all to court. He doesn't want to scare his child so he holds the terrible need to kill all of them, but he's furious.
Horrortale Sans - All he sees is his child in danger, and when his baby cries for him as they notice him, Oak loses it completely. He attacks without warning, lunging at the first person on his way. All the tourists got badly injured and stabbed multiple times, some were even close to dying. Realizing he might get in trouble, Oak quickly retreats, even using teleportation to get out of there faster, despite how much energy it costs. He runs to his brother to ask for advice, because he messed up really bad. The kid is even more traumatized by the scene they witnessed. Everything went the worst it could be. Oak is agitated as well and can't calm down, even when his brother tries to tell him he did what he could. Oak will get in trouble with the police eventually, but Willow, Toriel and Grillby will fight the best they can to get him out of this mess.
Horrortale Papyrus - Willow puts his gigantic hang on one of the tourists' shoulders and simply stares severe. He's bluffing hard right now to scare them off and it works quite quickly, as his size is quite impressive. Willow didn't even need to say anything. He kneels next to his child to comfort them and apologizes for being late. He then consults the child to see if they want him to go tell the police, and explain to them why what they did is really wrong. He lets his child choose.
Swapfell Sans - The humans got excited seeing him because he's a short skeleton as well, but they for sure didn't expect Nox to smile, and then bite one of their arms at full force, with all his sharp fangs. Want to treat them like animals? He'll show you some animalistic attacks. What is creepy is that Nox stays calm the whole time, trying to not make his child more scared. Eventually, the humans have to retreat. Nox takes his child back home, then goes to his cave. He hunts the humans down and, now that his kid is not around, makes sure to scare them enough so they never do that again. And they're lucky he didn't report them to the Queen, because they'll be dead by the morning.
Swapfell Papyrus - He tries to stay cool and asks the tourist to let go of his child, trying to clown around to get what he wants, which works eventually thanks to his funny face. After making sure his kid is fine and safe, he hunts the human down and ruins their lawn with dog poops. He also throws eggs on all the windows. He really doesn't care :D
Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine is not amused. He asks once for his child, if they ignore him, he takes out the blasters and asks them to reconsider. He even shouts one of them as an example. What are you going to do? Call the police? Will you be fast enough before he kills all of you? Wine simply smiles. He's the only one in control of the situation. The humans end up running for their lives, and Wine's kid is unsure whether going with his dad is really safe right now. Don't mess with Wine.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Big nightmare right now. With his anxiety, Coffee doesn't manage to convince the tourists to let go, and even end as a tourist attraction himself, while in the middle of a panic attack. Both father and child get out of there pretty traumatized. Coffee needs to talk to his brother about this. Wine is not going to be happy and let's just say the tourists strangely disappear the next day.
#undertale#underswap#underfell#horrortale#swapfell#fellswap gold#sans#papyrus#undertale ask blog#undertale asks#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons
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A Guide to my Content Warnings
Please note I will not label posts simply for having LGBTQIA+ characters because a)I'd probably label every post and b)LGBTQIA+ people exist, I'm one of them. We're not going anywhere and if our existence offends you I humbly invite you to unfollow me.
Most of the time my stories are in the G/PG realm but occasionally they'll drift into the M realm, or mention topics which may be hard for some people. I thought I'd make this guide to attach to my future posts with content warnings (cw) so you know what to expect. I do overuse content warnings but I'd rather take the time than have someone be surprised in a way that will muck up their day. If you feel I haven't labelled something I should have that occurs in my stories just let me know.
Common or repeated topics are
Low Level Sim Spice
Moderate Sim Spice
Mentions/Discussions of Death
Pet and/or Sim Death
Mentions of Violence
Distressed Infant/Toddler/Child
Low Level Sim Spice
My sims being extra flirty. Usually contains innuendo or talk of what they want their woohoo to be like.
Examples
Rahul: *chuckles and winks* Later, we’ve got to get these ones sorted. But you are also looking very tasty Mrs Chopra. So maybe we’ll both have some private dining later
Samir: Jerk. Almost makes me want to bend you over the table just to spite him
Reece: I mean you could and I would endorse such action
Moderate Sim Spice
Contains a scene with woohoo that's more than the sims disappearing under the covers. Will sometimes have what sims are saying as they woohoo or vague descriptions of their actions.
Examples
Rahul manages to maintain his composure until she begins to slide his fingers into her mouth and his lust overcomes him.
Now he knew every sigh, shiver and squeal Cassandra made meant that she loved him.
Tuesday: You see how I did that, you try
Monica: But will he really like that
Joey: Most guys do
Tuesday: Trust me. A girl can do a heck of a lot just by playing with things in her mouth
Images will not show pixel parts (genitalia or female nipples) but occur during woohoo.
Examples
Mentions/Discussions of Death
There will be mention or discussion of a sim having passed away. Sims may also talk about how the loss affected them.
Examples
Charlie is understandably devastated. She had Allie for half of her own life, and doesn’t have many happy memories that don’t include the dog.
Marta: I didn’t have to leave after padre and mama died. I had the community still but I felt alone
Pet and/or Sim Death
Either a pet or sim dies. I have changed to NOT show the pet/sim when dead, but my older content may have a few dead human sims. I normally show a photo on the wall of them and/or the urn. When my characters die they go to the timeless save where they are young so this will also be shown.
Examples
In the early hours Allie crosses the rainbow bridge
After taking Sachiko’s remains to the cemetery...
Indeed, a hop skip and jump later he’s in the timeless save with his mum and fellow litter mates. Dale happily plays at peace...
Olive: All sims deserve to rest, no matter what they have or have not done
Mentions of Violence
I don't like to show violence, the most you'll get from me is the clouds when sims fight. However some of my sims have had violence in their pasts. Mentions can range from stating what happened to more vivid descriptions but these will not be shown.
Examples
Unfortunately Joey is knocked down before he can get a word out.
Liam yells and charges at Keira, beginning an all out brawl.
I’m sorry to say Othman was in several pieces, and the blood pools around him appeared to have been walked through.
Distressed Infant/Toddler/Child
No one enjoys seeing a kid panicking so I like to warn people before hand if it will be more than the usual tummy time or night night time crying.
Examples
Viola sniffles and wipes her tears from under her glasses. Why won’t this lady just pick her up? She loves being carried and desperately wants a cuddle.
Tiana panics... She is alone again! Feeling betrayed she bursts into tears.
#Don't mind me folks#Organising myself again#Resource I'll refer to later#Triggering surprises are never fun
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i would like to apologize for not queueing! it can take up a lot of spoons and my chronic illnesses have been KICKING MY ASS lately. i really hope i can muster up the energy to queue soon lol
#not wasabi#not daily#it's like. picking the photos that's hard#bc i'm choosing from 6000+#and they're organized pretty well#but i have to be organizing them as i'm picking them and queuing them#so it's a lot of brain work#and i get bad brain fog from the illness stuff#ANYWAY#no one really needed to know that i just felt like dumping it
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Color and shading study. On an elevator. We go on the elevator together.
#my art#i really didn't go into this one with much idea other than 'i should put an anime girl in an elevator' to study shading#then I took a photo in work elevator and slapped in an anime girl#I was admittedly not thinking much on her design..#was instead thinking about how colors are influenced by their background and so tried picking her colors from the photo#with quasirealistic shading on anime girls it's hard to know what lineart is necessary for depth and what lineart can be forgotten...#i watched a youtube video mentioning 'leave your style for a bit if you want to improve faster' so i may do that#i may draw really animey for studies like this one for funsies and to get myself out of my head
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@clickerflight @whump-art-exchange
Image ID: An ink drawing of Kolt, naked, from the whump series Fallen. He is bruised and looks away as the chain attached to his collar is tugged. He is inside what appears to be a cell, with multiple eyes on the walls watching him intensely. /end ID.
Ok, so, I tried to do this like two times and it took me a while to lay the sketch. I had an idea for what to do--i went to give the series a shot, once i noticed this buddy here is a part of one so i could get better context--and so the idea i had was for making something from his villain days! It appears that Kolt as a villain was very intriguing (at least for me) but I couldn't make a sketch I was satisfied with, so I decided to go more whumpy! I remember a part where Kolt is in his recovery and he remembers when multiple people were watching and mocking him....couldn't get this over my head. Overall, I haven't finished it yet, but Fallen is a great series! They write it so well!
Art taglist:
@for-the-love-of-angst
#whump_art_exchange_2024#my art#described#others ocs#whump#whump art#fanart#<- yea i became a fan#pal your writing rocks#hehehe the photo was good#managed to take some good shots#natural daylight is the best i tell ya#tw bruises#tw partial nudity#man at first i had like the hardest time figuring this out#i first tried to translate his design to my style but it wouldn't get good y'know#managed to in the end#but didn't rlly matter lmao#had a hard time figuring his facee#and hair#but now. theres a ref from when he's in captivity and his hair was significantly longer#like this#so i used that#also i tried this new shading method which is like so fucking super fun#bruising him up was fun#ty clickerfight for giving me the opportunity to draw him!#im rooting for ivan rn (ive already picked favorites)#but boy how this lil man is special#😌#what a whumpee
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my new theme is simple but i’m satisfied with it for now
#color picking is hard#took the childe pic out bc it felt weird there but i rly like that photo :/#and i need to figure out gradients again#and then i think make master lists when the time comes#idk how remi does such godtier themes but im taking notes 📝#risu’s rambles ☆
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Is Kepler just tiny or is Dave huge? or both?
Dave is about average sized at 12lbs, but he’s pretty muscular. Kepler is about 10.5 lbs and not as in shape, so he’s a little smaller.
Forgive me this is the only good side-by-side comparison I have
#they’re fine they’re playing#Dave is like solid muscle#he’s super buff#Kepler is… squishy#definitely a size difference but it’s hard to pick up accurately on camera#there was some forced perspective in the other photo I posted tho of them on the couch#bed not couch#thanks for the ask!#ask#phpto#anon#dave the cat#kepler
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I've done more editing to my fansite and I think it looks much better than before (texture inconsistencies were bothering me) but i'm thinking i might scrap the assets entirely, and just try to make a book appearance with borders and a paper texture background, maybe ... i dunno, this just isn't it, it doesn't look that great as a book to me
#the page isn't this small ; this is just a zoomed out sc#also i'm struggling with figuring out how i want to do the righthand side... its so hard organizing the photos in a way that#looks good and its hard picking just like ... 3 pictures to use#we'll get there
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What are your favorite photos you’ve taken
I think probably this styled shoot I did 🥰 Not even cause I love how the photos turned out but it was also fun to put together
#styled shoots feel like playing dress up and idk theyre a fun time especially with friends#its hard to pick i look back on a lot of my work and it feels like most kf my best work is so unintentionally#like concert photos are a whole other category that is harder to pick favorites for bc i love them all#ask#anon#p
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Jesus Christ you give such mean girl energy the way you talk about photos of celebrities / other people. My God. Move on if you think a photo of someone is bad. Holy fuck. I’ve followed you for a while but wow you really do just consistently give mean and entitled and obnoxiously self centered frequently.
you know I'm a music industry photographer right. you know that it is literally distinctly relevant to my career what people are choosing as their cover art, and so it is interesting, relevant, and pertinent to spot if cover artwork is horrifically unflattering? to critique cover artwork. to critique choices like that. because it's. my job. to care about that. because creating cover artwork. is part of my job. and I post about things I am interested in and care about and have opinions on on Tumblr dot com.
#this is so funny because the literal ONLY reason I made that post was because I was thinking like.#and like my comments weren't 'Kacey is ugly with lip filler' it was 'the lip filler in that photo is unsettling why did they pick THIS ONE#what photographer even let their client SEE that#implying........... that it's the PHOTO that's the issue#anyways#to your larger point#maybe this is not how you operate but Tumblr is my void to post into the way others would a group chat with friends#but I don't have a group chat filled with friends who care about pop culture so it all goes here#and idk dude props to you if so but I have suchhhh a hard time believing you don't talk some shit as related to pop culture with friends#idk what else about me comes across as 'self-centered' or 'mean and entitled' that you're even referring to
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