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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 years ago

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Hi 💗 I hope you’re doing well! This is soooo random and might not be much but may I request another roommate Carmy one-shot where he fixes something around the apartment and looks really hot while doing it? So, reader gets turned on and wants to show her appreciation for his handiness, meanwhile he’s like, I’d fix anything for you. And things just get hot and heavy and maybe even kinda fluffy. I’m just on a Carmy binge rn, and I loveeeee how you write him! 🥹❤️

Hands On.

Synopsis - A broken lightbulb leads to some interesting discoveries for both you and Carmen.

Pairing - Roommate!Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. carmen's big ego.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - thank you for this request!! another roommate!carmy fic <3 this takes place in the roommates universe, but it's up to you if it comes before or after the other fics - there's no timeline!! this one got a little filthy, actually. the roommate series seems to be getting dirtier and dirtier... i would apologise, but i'm not sorry.

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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You're sat reading a book on your bed when the room is suddenly plunged into darkness.

You shriek in shock, and Carmy comes running, socked feet sliding on wooden floors through the apartment.

"Honey? You okay?"

He knocks twice before swinging the door open, looking around.

"Why are you sat in the dark?"

You huff and throw your book in his direction.

"I wasn't, until one second ago. The light just went off."

"Did it blow?"

"What?"

"Did it make a noise, when it went out? Did it flicker? Pop?"

"I don't know, Carm. It just kinda... went out."

He grabs his phone from his pocket to use as a flashlight, shining it at your overhead lamp.

"Looks like the bulb has blown. I think have a spare in the kitchen cabinet. Hold on."

He departs, leaving you sat on your bed, unable to see much. There's a warmth slowly building in your stomach, and you take a breath. Why are you so flushed, all of a sudden?

"Here. Got one. You think you can hold the light for me while I replace it?"

You nod and jump out of your spot, grabbing the phone from his hand. You point it towards the ceiling, watching as Carmy reaches up to unscrew the old bulb. His white t shirt rides up his stomach as he raises his arms, exposing his taut muscles. You exhale a shudder of a breath, willing yourself to calm down.

"Honey, can you stay a little more still please? The light is shaking."

"Sorry, Carm."

He winks at you before reaching up again, screwing in the new bulb. You can't stop staring at his arms, his strong biceps flexing as he works. His hands, big and rough, completely dwarf the little lightbulb. You know how those fingers feel as they brush across your skin. Little moments - like him skimming your back as he passes you in the kitchen - are imprinted in your mind, swirling around at a million miles per hour.

You're practically panting by the time he's finished, willing yourself to calm down.

"You okay, honey?"

You don't hear him. Instead, you're watching him run his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. You want to pull it as hard as he'll let you.

A hand on your shoulder startles you back to reality.

"You okay?"

You clear your throat, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Thank you, Carm. Don't know what I'd do without you. Seriously."

He chuckles, running his fingers up and down your arm.

"It's not a problem. I'd fix anything for you."

Your eyes shoot up from the floor to meet his, ocean blue irises focused on your face.

"...Really?"

He looks taken aback by your question.

"Yeah, really. You didn't know that? I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. Genuinely, anything."

You don't think before you move. You lunge forward and connect your lips to his, fingers tangling into his hair just like you imagined.

Carmy kisses you back with more passion than you expected, hands gripping at your hips to pull you flush against his body. He slips his tongue into your mouth as you happily let him take the lead, humming in contentment.

Eventually, you pull back, gasping for air. Carmy rests his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath.

"What was that for?" he whispers.

"Just wanted to thank you."

"That was a hell of a thanks," he chuckles.

You smile, running your thumb across his cheek.

"You're so fucking hot when you fix stuff for me around the apartment."

"Wait... what?"

"Fuck, Carm. I got so turned on watching you drill that kitchen cabinet last week that I had to take a cold shower."

"That's what does it for you?"

"It's just you. You're good with your hands. It's fucking sexy."

"Yeah?"

He's smirking now, clearly enjoying having his ego inflated. You know you shouldn't, but you continue. You grab one of his hands, running your fingers over the palm.

"I imagine that my hands are yours when I touch myself."

He groans, low and rumbled.

"That's what I think about, Carm. At night, when I can't sleep. Think about the way you'd touch me, the way your hands would feel on my thighs, my tits, wrapped around my throat."

"Fuck."

"I'm surprised you haven't heard me. I try to be quiet, but I'm not very good at it."

Carmen's chest is heaving, eyes dark and watchful. You can see the thoughts forming in his head, filthy and menacing.

"Such a dirty fuckin' mouth," he drawls, running this thumb over your bottom lip carefully. "Maybe we should put it to better use, hmm?"

You whine at his tone, but you're smug on the inside. There he is, you think. The Carmen that you don't get to see very often. The version of him that's domineering, possessive, assertive. You like him like this.

"Wanna see how pretty you look on your knees for me."

You can't say no to that.

You sink down onto the carpet, looking up at him with wide eyes. He looks as if his control is wearing thin. You want it to snap.

"Now what?" you tease.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Play innocent. Not after all that shit you just said."

You smirk, running your fingertips over the tent in his sweatpants. He grabs your wrist, holding it tightly.

"Don't fuckin' tease, honey. You and I both know I'm not patient."

"Something you should definitely work on," you wink, pulling his pants and underwear down his legs.

Your mouth waters as you look at him. He's pretty all over.

"Gonna thank you properly now," you murmur, before taking him in your mouth gently.

Carmy groans, hand flying to the back of your head. He tangles his fingers into your hair, keeping you anchored in front of him. He doesn't force you anywhere, just keeps you still.

"Goddamn, you look pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me," he drawls. "This what you wanted, baby?"

Baby. That's a new one. The nickname goes straight to your core, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache. You nod in response to him, taking him deeper.

"Fuck. So perfect. Fuckin' made for me. Only me."

You nod again, reassuring him you've heard.

"Tell me, baby. Please. Use your words."

You release him with a pop, drool running down your chin and landing on your chest. You take a deep breath, licking your lips.

"I'm yours, Carm. Always have been. I'm yours. This pussy is yours."

You swear you see his knees buckle as he smirks down at you. He looks like the cat that got the cream.

"Gonna fuck you all over the apartment, baby. Every single surface. Doesn't matter if we break something. I'm good with my hands after all."

He winks at you before guiding himself back to your mouth, sinking down to the hilt. You hollow your cheeks and suck, trying not to smile when he practically whimpers. It's a power trip, having a man like Carmy at your mercy.

"Gonna cum down your pretty throat, angel."

You pull away to murmur against his skin.

"Want you to. Please, Carm. Wanna taste you. Wanna swallow it all."

He groans, deep and visceral, as you double down on your efforts, determined to get him to his ending. You dig your nails into his thighs, scratching down the skin as his hand tightens in your hair. The edge of pain is what undoes him, muscles tensing as he spills down your throat.

You catch his eyes, ensuring you have his attention. Swallowing carefully, you stick your tongue out, showing him proof of your promise.

"Good fuckin' girl," he breathes, dropping to his knees to connect your lips, languid and filthy.

Carmy smooths the hair back from your face, placing a tender kiss to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your mouth. Collapsing back against the bed, he pulls you with him, wrapping you in his arms.

"You okay?" he whispers into your ear.

"More than okay. You?"

"I've never been better."

You laugh, and the sound makes him grin, white and beaming.

The two of you sit on the floor for a while, unbothered by the passing of time. You're enjoying being so close, the proximity a welcome change. Eventually, Carmy breaks through the silence.

"So, I've been meaning to mount our TV on the wall... you wanna watch?"

You elbow him in the side, heat creeping up your cheeks as you both laugh.

DIY suddenly doesn't seem all that bad.

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heyimkana · 8 months ago

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Sweet Neighbor Yuuta

Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x Female Reader

Word Count: 5K (I feel like I should apologize but if you’ve seen my other works, this is considered super short I’m being fr rn)

Summary: Yuuta is your new neighbor, and everyone loves him because of his sweet and kind personality. He has a crush on you, but you’re a married woman, so you can’t reciprocate his feelings the same way. But when your husband starts cheating on you, you can’t help but turn to him for comfort.

Content Warnings: alcohol, swearing, adultery/cheating, age gap (Yuuta is in his early twenties, reader is almost in her thirties), unprotected sex, also Yuuta going down the yandere route at the end I'm not playing so if it's not your cup of tea don't read

A/N: wrote this in one sitting after aleks @yuutito said something about yuuta and older woman that rewired my brain (how dare she went to sleep after casually telling me this like I wasn't going to just just sit there thinking about *redacted*-ing this ver of him in 124352 different positions). i was supposed to be watching my kids playing in my backyard but i wrote this instead. pls don't call child support. this is also supposed to be a drabble 🤡 🔫 i was going to send it to her on discord but a few people were asking if i was dead (girl, only on the inside lol) cause i haven't posted in a while so hi everyone guess who came back from the war (i'll go through my inbox asap i promise ily)

P.S: don't use your brain when you read this cause i certainly didn't use mine when i wrote this only my dick

Yuuta Okkotsu is your new neighbor.

He lives across the street, and you’re not close to him, not yet. He’s younger than you, much younger than you—a fresh graduate from a reputable university who’s lucky enough to be able to work from home. He doesn’t go out much, but he’s friendly, always leaving good impressions around the neighborhood. Everyone knows Yuuta. Everyone loves Yuuta.

The first time you asked about him, purely out of curiosity, was when you greeted your neighbor next door, an older woman living alone ever since her late husband passed. She just got home from, what you assumed, another trip to the clinic. You saw him stepping down from her porch after making sure she was okay and bidding her with a polite bow. You traded smiles with him, but he didn’t stop for a conversation. You just saw his face turn scarlet at the sight of you, and he dropped a quick “Hello” before he bolted.

“Who was that?” you asked.

“Oh, he’s our sweet neighbor Yuuta.”

“Sweet neighbor Yuuta,” you laughed a little. “He just moved here like three days ago, and everyone calls him that.”

“Because it’s true!”

“Uh-huh, and what did he do that was so sweet to you?”

“He’s helped me with my chores—washing the dishes, bathing my cat, mowing my backyard. He saw me having trouble crossing the street yesterday, so he offered to take me to the clinic today. Such a sweet boy, that man. Very handsome, too.”

That last part you could agree with. Instantly.

You see Yuuta occasionally, always by coincidence, like maybe in the morning when you leave the house to put out your trash or grab a newspaper. He always seems like he’s eager to strike up a conversation but gives up before he can, simply because his heart can’t take it. You know he has a crush on you; it’s clear as day. He’s young, and he’s in love. It’s cute. But you’re married and committed, so that’s that.

You meet him more frequently when he starts going to the same local supermarket. You bumped into him in one of the aisles, with him approaching you first because he saw you struggling to get that ketchup bottle on the top shelf. He’s so polite, and he’s, indeed, very sweet, especially to the elderly, always taking his time to humor them when nobody else seems to pay them any attention. He grabbed the bottle for you, and you ended up chatting with him while waiting in line. He offered to help carry your groceries, and you were thankful because you weren’t sure you could bring everything alone. He walked you to your car, bade you good night, and told you to take care.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

Things haven’t been going well with your husband. It’s fight after fight after fight. At first, your relationship became so strained because you couldn’t conceive even after two years of marriage. The truth is, you don’t want to have a baby, not too soon, not when you still want to focus on living your life, but he wants it terribly, and if you want your marriage to work out, there’s no other choice but to try. You’re somehow glad that the universe seemed to work in your favor, at least for now.

You’re unsure if it’s your fault or his—you don’t have the money or time to get yourself tested. Nevertheless, he kept trying, turning your sex life into a string of dull experiments, one after another. It didn’t come as a surprise that after a while, he gave up. What did come as a surprise was when he started cheating.

You have reasons to back your assumptions from all the evidence you’ve found along the way. The lipstick stain on his shirt, the hint of female perfume in his car, the way he never left his phone out of reach, terrified of you looking into it. It’s enough.

It’s Friday night. Your husband won’t be home until late. Still got a bunch of stuff to do at work, he said, which is another way of saying, I got my secretary sucking my dick since you barely even bother anymore. Which is true.

You’re tired of him. You’re tired of having sex with him where he only cares about him cumming inside you and nothing more. You’re so tired of fighting. And now that he's cheating on you, you grow too tired to care. About him. About your marriage. About everything.

So, you head down to a bar one night just to distract yourself. And there he is again. Yuuta. Sitting by himself, watching a football game on the big screen with a beer bottle in hand. He looks rather… lonely, a new face that makes your heart twitch a bit. His solemn look makes him more gorgeous in a way, more mature, more mysterious, and girls love that, don’t they? A slightly dangerous aura to a very sweet face, unapproachable yet inviting.

But that doesn’t last too long because the moment he sees you, his face brightens entirely. He smiles, standing up from his seat to greet you, and you meet him halfway. You end up chatting all night. He’s a fantastic listener, and he’s so kind and thoughtful with each word, comforting you the way you need the most. It’s embarrassing that you nag about your husband like this, but he seems genuinely interested in helping you convey your emotions, and you just can’t stop. It feels so liberating.

Yuuta buys you your favorite drink but also reminds you not to get too much alcohol in your system. You begin to trust him, knowing for certain he won’t take any advantage of you. He walks you home right after. It’s true that he lives right across your house, but he makes sure you get inside safely. He leaves only after he sees you close and lock the door behind you. You spy on him from the window, wanting to see what he does after you’re gone. You see him rubbing a hand over his face, flushed from ears to neck, looking extremely happy that he got to spend time with you.

He’s so cute, you think to yourself. Like a high school lovesick boy, kind of cute.

Yuuta then notices your husband’s missing car, meaning that you’re alone in the house. He looks sad on your behalf, which is so kind of him to think about your feelings that much. Then he turns upset, as if he was thinking, how dare he stay out so late, leaving her without protection like this. Looking visibly worried, he then texts you, “Let me know if you need anything, okay? My door is open for you anytime.” You smile and promptly reply to him with, “That’s so kind of you, thank you.”

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

These friendly sorts of private meetings between you and him go on for a while. Your husband often arrives late, usually drunk out of his mind or too tired to stay for a chat, and he heads straight to bed without even giving you a goodnight kiss. It hurts, but it’s fine. The more your husband breaks your heart, the harder Yuuta will try to mend it and make it whole again. And he did. Every night, when you’re lucky enough to see him, you’ll feel like a heavy weight is lifted from your chest. You feel… happy, even in this terrible situation, and it’s all because of him.

You usually hang out with him at the bar, but sometimes you don’t feel like going for a ten-minute drive, and you choose to just cross the road and knock your fist against his door. No matter what hour you visit, day or night, for a morning latte or evening tea, he always greets you with the prettiest smile.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

Weeks passed by, and now you spend most of your free time chatting with him, sitting on the couch in his living room, and talking about yourself more than you ever did with your husband. He likes listening to you talk about yourself, and he tells you that you shine so brightly when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. He always stammers out his praises, looking like he’s seconds away from combusting into flames just from calling you beautiful or something. He’s so young, so inexperienced yet passionate when it comes to love and romance, and it shows.

You ask questions about himself, too, and you can understand why it’s addicting for him to watch you speak, because the second he does that, he’s breathtaking.

You find out that he likes the things you like, he’s watched the movies you’ve seen, and he’s read your favorite books. It’s not just a coincidence, is it? Maybe you’re a match made in heaven. But even so, nothing happens. He’s too respectful, and he makes you respect yourself. You’re married, and he’s a close friend of yours. That’s it.

He’s just your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

One morning, you find a bouquet sitting on your porch. Oh, right, today’s our anniversary. Your husband has this habit of sending you your favorite flowers on your anniversary. He does this every year, which is nice of him, but you really didn’t think he’d send you one this year, seeing how he barely exchanged more than three sentences with you. So now that you receive his flowers, you’re beginning to think, oh, maybe he’s trying to fix things between us. You’re not sure if you want that, though, not anymore. Most of your heart already belongs to someone else, which is terrible since you’re married, but you can’t help it.

You pick up the flowers anyway; too pretty to be thrown away. You open the card attached to it. I will love you forever, it says, written in his handwriting. The way he wrote the letter f is a little different. Looks like he wrote in a rush, you presume. Either that, or he just didn't care enough. And it’s whatever; you didn’t expect much anyway. You appreciate the thought until your eyes land on the name he wrote.

That’s not my fucking name.

He must have sent flowers to his secretary at the same time and had his card switched. That fucking cheater.

You thought you didn’t care about him anymore, but God, now you’re livid.

Yuuta shows up at the perfect place and at the perfect time. He invites you over to have dinner together at his place. “J-just, you know, as friends,” he says, unconsciously giving you the confirmation that he does not think of you as a friend. Not at all.

So you come over in a beautiful red dress later that evening, and he stares at you, completely in awe, for a good three seconds. “You, umm—” He blushes madly, his head so full of steam he could barely think. “You look like… like a goddess.”

“Thank you,” you simper. That was so corny for him to say, but he meant every word, which makes it endearing. “You look amazing, too.” And he is. God, he looks so handsome in his black buttoned-down shirt, and his parted hair, and his sweet, sweet smile.

I want to fuck the shit out of him.

It’s the monster inside you who speaks it. The part of you that’s been neglected for so long, that’s never been touched in the way you wanted to. And it’s screaming, begging for Yuuta to love you.

But no. We’re friends. We’re just friends, aren’t we, Yuuta?

Yuuta cooks, too, apparently. Every dish looks fucking delicious, and everything else is perfect. The table setting decorated with your favorite flowers. The scented candles with your favorite fragrance set up romantically on top of the cozy fireplace. The soft music playing in the background, a piano instrumental of your favorite song. It’s like a date. A celebration. Like something you should’ve had with your husband today.

“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Hmm?”

You gesture to your surroundings. “We’ve read the same books and watched the same movies. Okay, fine, maybe we have the same taste. But this song, those flowers, everything you’ve set up in this room, you did all of these for me, didn’t you?”

He pauses before he tucks his chin, avoiding your gaze. “I just… wanted to make you happy,” he confesses bashfully. “Is it… Is it too much? Do you not like it?”

“Yuuta, of course, I love it.” You stroke his arm, washing his worry away. “I just… I’ve never had someone care about me this much before…”

He melts under your touch, and there’s so much he wants to say, but his lips form nothing but a sad smile. He caresses your face with tender hand, his fingertips quivering slightly when they land on your cheek. His heart must be beating like crazy right now, you smile to yourself, leaning further into his touch to soothe him.

“I would do this every day for you if you let me,” he whispers, promise behind each word. “I would make you happy, so happy you’d forget what sadness feels like. What loneliness feels like.”

That stirs something inside your chest. “And what do you want in return for that?” You slide up a hand, testing his limit.

He stops your hand by covering it with his own. For a second, just for a brief second, he emits a different feeling. There’s intensity behind his gaze that burns you as if he wanted you all to himself. And that’s understandable. No man, especially one who’s so desperately in love like him, would want to share his woman with someone else, but he knows the situation they’re in, doesn’t he? It’s just not possible for you to be together, not now, not completely. Maybe that’s why he switches back in a blink, smiling until his eyes crinkle adorably. “Nothing,” he answers. “As long as we can be friends like this, it’s more than enough for me.”

He’s a terrible liar, you think, slightly amused. It’s cute how he tries so hard to conceal his feelings and you still can read him like an open book.

The food tastes as amazing as it looks, even down to the last bite. You don’t talk about the bouquet, afraid that you’ll ruin the mood, but Yuuta is always so attentive when it comes to you. He asks you what happened, and he hugs you the second he sees tears brimming in your eyes. You’re not sad. You’re fucking angry. And thank God Yuuta is there to let you vent your frustrations. You go as far as telling him almost every little shitty thing your husband did to you behind your back, as well as the slutty secretary that’s been sleeping with him for money. It feels relieving to finally say their names out loud, with so much hatred, so much rage, and to have Yuuta respond with, “No matter how pretty she is, she’s nothing compared to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you. If I were him, I would’ve—” he stops himself, just in time, flustered and mortified under your gaze.

You’re older. You’re older than him by eight, no, nine years even. You know what’s going to happen if you encourage him to say the words he’s been dying to say. You know what it’s going to do to your relationship. But fuck that. If there were one man in this world who knew how to treat you like you deserve…

It’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

So, by the time the two of you move to the couch with some wine in your system, you lean forward, letting your fingers trace the protruding vein on the back of his hand. His eyes widen at the way your dress does very little to hide your cleavage, but he averts his gaze right away, being the gentleman that he is. But tonight, you want him to be the opposite of that. You don’t want him to be sweet; you want him to let his desire win. There’s a monster hiding inside him, something much more terrible than your own. You sometimes caught its glimpse when he thought you weren’t looking his way. The amount of obsession that fogged his eyes, his fixation over you, turning his sapphire blue eyes so dark, so deep, so intense, like he wanted to have you locked up in his room, tied up and used and thoroughly fucked until you found no strength to stand and no will to escape. It should’ve been a scary thought, but it wasn’t. It was… exciting.

“I want to hear it, Yuu…” Seduction lays thickly in your voice as you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to you. You stare up at him from underneath your lashes with this look in your eyes that makes his breath hitch in his throat. “If you were my husband…” You wet your lip, your tongue a sinful dance to his eyes. “What would you do to make me feel…” You purposely drop your gaze to his lips, letting him catch your message. “…loved?”

You watch him gulp, goosebumps breaking on his skin. You watch his eyes fall to see the way you rub your thumb over the bumps on his knuckles. You watch them turn half-lidded as they linger a second too long on your lips. And you watch him break all control he has over himself, and you let him devour you the way you’ve been wanting him to.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

And he tastes even sweeter with your cum on his tongue.

It’s happening too fast, yet it feels like it’s not going fast enough. He starts by holding you by the face, slotting his lips against yours, passionate and gentle at the same time. He pulls away for a moment to see your reaction, and when you kiss him back, he lets out this sinful moan that causes your stomach to churn.

He’s so fucking sexy. Even without trying, he is.

In the next second, he’s eating you out on the couch, spreading your legs, and kneeling on the floor with his head trapped between your thighs, wanting to get as much of you as you can give him. When his tongue circles your clit, and he’s moaning against your heat, it feels so good you almost run away, not used to experiencing this much pleasure. It’s scary how easily he plays with your body. How fast he can tell which part of yours likes to be licked, which ones want to be sucked, and which ones want to be fucked. He moves agonizingly slow, but each touch feels so right that you find no reason to complain. He’s sure to take his time with you, to make you feel loved in the way a wife should be when her husband makes love to her.

He takes hold of your thighs, holding you tight, but you want it even tighter to the point of leaving bruises all over your skin so you can show them to your husband later. His gaze is intense, constantly keeping his eyes on you. Your expression turns him on, making him ache so bad within the constraints of his pants that his eyes turn watery, desperate for release. He’s too ashamed to ask you to touch him, and maybe he doesn’t want to be touched, not yet, he just wants to focus on pleasuring you for now. So he keeps sucking your clit into his mouth, and he slides one hand into his own jeans to grip his cock tightly. He fucks his fist as fast as he fucks your hole with his tongue, groaning, whining, whimpering against your cunt. He’s pathetic. You love it.

You push him down to the carpeted floor after you drench his mouth and chin with your juice, and you push his fingers, coated with his own cum, into your mouth. He curses once at the sight, and it’s so sexy when he does it. After all this time hearing him talk so softly, so innocently, hearing a low, “Fuck, you're making me lose my mind,” tumbling off his lips is such a fucking turn-on.

You tear yourself away from your dress before you rip open the buttons of his shirt, not caring if the two of you are in the middle of his living room, visible for anyone to see if they dare take a peek through the window. You wish the light in the room were brighter. It would’ve been a lovely show for your husband if he came home to see you riding another man’s cock, using Yuuta to your own satisfaction, and watching him make you cum the way he couldn’t.

Yuuta, oblivious to your thoughts, is gasping out your name, one arm hiding his beet-red face while his other one is gripping your thigh. “W-wait,” he flinches, his breathing tattered. “You’re going—too fast—”

You know you are, but it’s so good that you can’t stop. His cock rubs your walls so deliciously as if it was made solely for this purpose. You cum so fast, so hard, and he follows almost right away, unable to hold it even longer when he sees you looking like that when you cummed.

Your body is still trembling when he suddenly lifts you off his cock and guides you to his face. “Ride me again,” he says, begging. “Please, Angel, I want to taste you again.” And you do, sitting on his face and letting him lick, suck, and lap at everything that seeps out of you.

He’s staring at your swollen clit, licking his lips and seemingly dazed as he rubs his thumb softly over it. “I’m sorry I came inside you,” he says, genuinely feeling guilty about it despite you giving him permission to.

You shiver, still feeling so sensitive for receiving so much stimulation at once. “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant anyway,” you laugh it off. “I haven’t gotten myself checked yet, but we’ve been trying for two years, and nothing has happened yet, so…”

His gaze darkens. “I see,” is the only thing he utters before he scoops you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You’re surprised; you really thought that was it. Both of you came twice already in, like, fifteen minutes. That’s enough, isn’t it? But he’s still young, and he has a lot of energy that leaves him insatiable. If you let him, he’ll have you for the entire night.

It’s not a bad thing, not at all.

So you kneel in front of him on the bed, bite the corner of your lip to drive him even more insane, and stroke him slowly with your hand. “You still want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, the muscles in his abdomens tautening. “Yes, Ma’am, please…”

Ma’am? You almost laugh. How does he keep getting cuter and cuter?

“Okay.” You reward him with a little kiss on the head of his cock, robbing a soft whimper out of his mouth. Lying down on the bed, you spread your legs, sliding two fingers down your body to do the same to your cunt. “Come here and love me again, Yuu.”

He obliges in a split second. Yuuta has so much love to give, and he lets his mouth, his tongue, and his cock paint a perfect picture on your body.

Everything feels like heaven until he suddenly stops in the middle of thrusting his hips, earning himself an impatient whine. His blue eyes have lost their warm, pretty light. They’re as dark as the night, but lust and greed are the perfect colors for him. He sits on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, breathing heavily.

“Yuuta?”

He’s not listening, too captivated by the way his tip slides in and out so easily. You’re so fucking wet for him; it’s embarrassing, but Yuuta would take a picture of you like this in a heartbeat, with your wedding ring still wrapped around your finger and his cock sheathed deep inside you, should you allow him to.

He splays his hand over your stomach, giving a little pressure to your womb. You squirm, suddenly feeling like you no longer have control over anything, over him, not like the way you did before. It’s frightening and thrilling at the same time. “Yuuta, what are you—” Your jaw turns slack at the sensation when he thrusts inside, just once, just to see how far it goes within your walls. He’s so hard and thick and throbbing that you could practically feel him poking from inside of your stomach. And perhaps he’s thinking the same thing, his eyes glistening when he feels a bulge forming under his palm. He swallows. He looks… hungry.

“You said you couldn’t get pregnant,” he says, running a tongue across his lower lip, his eyes still fixated on the way you’re taking him so well, all stretched out and tight around him. “You know what I think?” He pulls himself out completely, shivers in his breath. “I think you’re wrong.” He slams his hips forward so abruptly, and with so much force, you have one hand shooting past your head to keep a safe distance away from the headboard.

“Yuuta—” You gasp out, struggling to match his rhythm. “Wait—”

He only smiles a little, chuckles a little. He’s so far gone. He leans forward until you’re pressed chest to chest, folding you in half before he laces his fingers together with yours. “I think you can get pregnant.” He moves closer to your ear, whispering with his lips caressing your lobe, “And I’m going to show you how.”

He fucks the breaths out of you, swallowing each cry with his mouth, embracing you so tightly you can feel his heart beating against yours. “I’m sorry,” he pants, “It hurts, doesn’t it? I—” He’s interrupted with a low groan, feeling you clenching around him.“—really am sorry—” He smashes his lips against yours, smothering you with his kisses, too. “I know I’m being too rough, but I can't—” He has one hand gripping the top of his headboard, giving him more support to drive his hips even deeper. “I can’t—stop—” He fucks you again, and again, harder each time until you find yourself unable to make sounds. “You’re so good... You feel so good around me... My angel…” You’re being folded, handled, trapped, and he fucks you until you’re drained, until you’re filled, until he’s spent. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Just a little bit more..." He kisses your forehead and your cheek to soothe you down, cradling your head as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hips start to move erratically. “Don’t ever leave me… I will love you forever, so—ah, God—” He chokes out a sob when he feels you spasming around him again, reeling in another wave of orgasm that hit you so intensely, you see white.

It takes him a little over an hour until he finally lets you go. For now, at least.

But once he gives you a chance to breathe, he cleans you up so gently, dabbing a warm towel over your skin, peppering kisses as soft as butterfly wings down your back, your thighs, your chest, before ending his journey at your stomach. He rubs the supple flesh of your belly and smiles, completely satisfied after giving you his everything. And it scares you a little bit because… You might really end up getting pregnant this time.

“I have to go before he comes home,” you say, feeling your body ache terribly when you try to raise yourself off the bed. They’re not shown vividly yet, but there will be bruises in the morning in places you’re not sure you can cover.

Yuuta hugs you from the side when you barely have one foot on the floor, whispering against the bare skin of your hip, “I’m not letting you go.”

It makes you happy. You feel so wanted, so loved, even after all the affection he gave you all night. The truth is, you don’t want to leave. Ever. To walk into your own home after experiencing what heaven feels like… It would be torturous.

“I wish I could stay with you, too.”

“You do?” He looks up with big, round eyes, hope residing in each one of them. “Would you stay with me forever?”

“If I could,” you reply and it’s true. God, if only you could stay forever with him, let him love you this way, forever. That would be perfect, wouldn't it?

“That makes me happy…” He takes both of your hands, kissing you on each wrist before he does the same to your palms. “That makes me so happy…”

It tickles, so you laugh a little. He makes the same sweet sound, the sound of a boy in love.

“I really need to go, though…” You whisper, hypnotized when he starts pushing your digit past his lips. It’s warm and wet inside his mouth, waking up the butterflies in your stomach. He keeps his eyes on you, looking so sensual as he sucks around your finger, enveloping it from base to tip. “Yuuta…”

“I understand.” He pulls away, ending it with a kiss. He seems disheartened, his smile doesn't shine as bright anymore and it hurts you. "I guess you left me with no choice."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He returns your embrace, just one more time before you have to let him go. “Can you turn around for me, please? I want to give you something,” he softly smiles. “A present. It will be quick, I promise.”

You do as he says, excited at the thought of it. What will he give you? Knowing him and how he went through so much effort to prepare a dinner for two friends, you just know it would be something incredibly romantic. Yuuta kisses your nape, open-mouthed and lingering. You nibble on your lip to suppress your moan as he trails his lips from between your shoulder blades down to your spine.

“Yuuta,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You’re aching for him again, and it’s dangerous. Your husband can come anytime soon. “I know what you want, and really, I wish I could stay,” you say from the bottom of your heart, looking over your shoulder to see him, and you’re immediately answered by a kiss. He presses his chest to your spine, one hand cupping half of your neck and your jaw to keep you in place so he can deepen the kiss. His mouth moves with fervor, filling you up with desire, and if it weren’t for the sound of your husband’s car moving into your driveway, you would’ve let him take you there for another hour or two.

“I need to leave. Now.” You break away to gather your clothes quickly. Except you can’t.

You can’t move your hands.

Robbed out of your balance, you fall face-first to the floor. Your breath catches, your heart plummeting to your stomach when you realize you have your hands tied behind your back. You feel something rough grazing against your skin. There’s a rope ensnaring your wrists together, and it’s digging painfully into your flesh every time you struggle to break free.

Panic rises quickly to your chest. You look up, your body froze with terror at the sight of him smiling at you.

He’s not your sweet neighbor Yuuta. Not anymore.

This is the monster you caught a glimpse of before, in full form. His handsome features suddenly feel unrecognizable, not when you can no longer witness the warmth in his eyes.

What is happening? You breathe fast, frightened beyond your mind. Why is he doing this?

“I told you I’m not letting you go,” he says, walking slowly toward you. With every step he takes, your urge to escape grows bigger.

The second the dread sinks in, you part your lips to scream for help, but he clasps a hand over your mouth just in time. “Sshh shhh shhh,” he whispers, bringing you back to your feet. “We wouldn’t want your husband to find out, would we?”

You try to kick and toss your body around, but he’s strong, much stronger than you could ever imagine him to be. From your peripheral vision, you see him taking out a syringe from a drawer behind him, fitted with a hollow needle to inject the clear liquid into your skin. You feel your heart pounding in your throat, your scream muffled as he sinks it into your skin. “There, there. Off you go, honey,” he whispers in your ear, as you begin to lose your will to fight. Your consciousness slowly wanes away with each second passing by. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. It’s only scary at the beginning, I promise.” He tosses the syringe away, now empty. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you like the card I gave you?”

The card? What card?

Oh.

Oh, no.

“I’m sorry for tricking you like that,” he says with a little pout. “Truly, I am. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I had to do something to push you over the edge. I knew you liked me too from the start, but you wouldn’t make the first move. You kept staying faithful even when your husband was cheating on you like that. I admire you for that,” he sighs, utterly smitten by you, but only for a second before his tone drops. “But I was getting impatient, you see. And I knew you were, too. I watched your favorite movies. I read your favorite books. I learned everything about you and did everything you liked, but you still wouldn’t leave your husband for me. So you left me with no choice. I have to make you understand,” he slides his hand up your stomach, passing the valley between your breasts before he chooses to linger there, squeezing, teasing, pleasing. “That no one can touch you like I do. No one can love you like I do.”

You can feel him kissing your neck, licking a stripe up from your collarbone to the spot below your ear. “It was quite tricky copying his handwriting like that. There’s one letter I still can’t do very well even now. But it was enough to trick you, so I think everything’s fine in the end,” he chuckles, the sound filling your chest with horror, though you could barely register it now, not with the drug flowing in your system.

“You asked me what I would do to make you feel loved if I were your husband.” He carries you closer to the window, letting you see, with all the little power you have left, your husband closing the door of his car. Yuuta embraces you from behind, his hands tangled around your waist as he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna show it to you.” You watch your husband make his way to your porch, oblivious to what’s happening in the dark room across the street. “I’m gonna love you, Angel. I will love you forever. With all my heart. And I’m gonna take my time. I’ll be so thorough with you that once I’m done, you won’t be able to spend a second of your life without me.”

Your husband closes his front door, and with it goes your last chance of escaping, if there was even one.

You start losing strength in your legs, in your arms, but you’re still able to cry, and so you do just that. It won’t help you, nothing will help you, no one will help you, and no one will know what he’s doing to you, not when everyone thinks so fondly of him.

“Oh, Sweetheart, don’t cry.” He kisses your tears away, landing an even softer one on your temple. “Don’t be afraid of me, my love. After all, it’s just me.” He meets your eyes in the reflection of his window, smiling with his hand holding the front of your neck.

“Your sweet neighbor Yuuta.”

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#yuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #yuta x reader #jjk x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #jjk fics #kana.fics

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fiamat12 · 2 months ago

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PSA: Keep Calm and Lukola on...

Please let me be CLEAR, again. This is NOT a gossip blog. I DO NOT fill my blog w/ gossip about Lukola's whereabouts, needless speculation, nor jumpscares. What do I do?

Wait for more information!!!

‼️Not an invitation for you to start linking random "leads" in my comments or inbox. We all (or most of us) have sm and can follow along‼️

As I just said in my last blog post: "I won't be chasing Lukola or the adjacents down in the NY or Miami or where ever they may appear to be on sm, or figuring out what's a misdirection or not, or caring about another brand deal - unless it's a product I'm already interested in, of course lol" 😉

People’s brains and emotions are on overdrive rn or they are bored. Either way, calm tf down! I know, I know, never tell anybody to calm down because it makes them *more* emotional, and here I am doing it lol. So, I'll rephrase it: I hear you, I feel you and I see your messages. We have ZERO control over what Lukola does, so we sit back and analyze it as it comes our way and it usually takes a few days to mos. to get the full picture. So, a chill pill is all we got right now! 💊

I will be posting when something noteworthy and VERIFIABLE arises and more importantly, gives us insight into Lukola. All we know atp, is that Netflix has a show called "Drive to Survive" so they very well could've gotten Bridgy stars. Nic, Simone, ET AL. 😉 in to the Formula1 Races. Red Bull was one of the teams they followed this season.

So until we know more, enjoy your weekend like this bitch is! 🏁🏎🎶

Nic's brother tagged along ⬇️

#miami bitches #lukola in #all in time time will reveal

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syndrossi · 5 months ago

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wait we can request again? shit then what do i have to do to get a new scene from Reversal?

what about a scene in which Jon wants to attend sword lessons and Daemon, who is confused but agrees because who is he to deny his daughter a valuable skill set that their ancestor Visenya possessed? and because Viserys obviously goes “no” since she’s a girl, we get to see Daemon go “oh fine, she would’ve been taught by Cole anyway” and proceeds to secretly teach her himself. Rhaegar can join too.

that, or a scene where they pick their new names and we get to read Daemon’s POV and his thoughts on their choices. (i think this may be the easier, quicker scene to write)

also who do i have to bribe to make Jon’s name Daenerys— is it Daenerys or is it Aemma— i will fight, i will beg, i will cry, mostly beg because it’s all that i can do atm, i’m all cried out rn but i’ll do it🥺

side note: it’s thursday and i had pizza, it made me think of resonant.

Mercy! I still have 30ish NYE prompts sitting in my inbox, including at least one of yours from that time! 😂

I love your pizza Thursdays that I often live vicariously through. I'm sure you don't do it every week, but next Thursday should be a Resonant Thursday at least!

This time we are keeping it SHORT FOR REAL...ish.

x~x~x

“—nor should we be left defenseless, should someone try to take us again,” his daughter said with an edge to her voice that told Daemon she still was haunted by their captivity.

“The hunting knives our mother gave us are no child’s toy,” Rhaella added softly, gaze flicking to the clench of his jaw at the mention of his wife. “She promised that we would learn to defend ourselves.”

Daemon fully intended to be the one defending, but for all his daughters’ carefully crafted arguments, he did not object to them learning both the sword and bow. Viserys might remind him that they were princesses, not princes in skirts, but Dark Sister had been wielded by Visenya before him. The women of their family had as much right to know the sword.

“First,” Daemon said, “I would see what you are capable of.”

He did not hold high expectations, though he knew his daughters well enough to anticipate both discipline and determination. But they exchanged a joyful glance and disappeared into their bedchamber to change into their riding trousers. Daemon could not help but smile as he led them to the training yard and watched them eagerly don the padded training armor.

His nephews did not train until the afternoon, which meant the yard was blessedly free of Cole’s dour presence. His daughters’ presence did earn more than a few curious looks from the various knights and guardsmen training in the yard, and they grew more curious still as Daemon tested his daughters.

They have been taught before.

He did not know whether to be upset or grateful. Their movements were clumsy at times, but it was a clumsiness born of disuse and growing limbs, and over the course of the hour, most of the rust had gone, revealing the deadly blades beneath.

They are far better than my brother’s sons. Better than many squires he had seen. Aemma was quick and ruthless, her eyes narrowed in concentration at all times. Rhaella was more graceful, with nigh impeccable form, though she lacked her sister’s instinct for blood.

He would have been proud of their skill, had they been sons, and his pride was no lesser for the fact that they were daughters instead. The knights in the yard lined the fences, shouting encouragement with each bout, and cheering the princesses on as they drilled against one another.

The interest did not abate when the bows were brought out. His daughters seemed more than a little disappointed at having to use Aemond’s bow for its lighter draw, but after adjusting, it became clear that their training in the Vale had included the bow as well. That was less surprising, given Rhea’s love of hunting.

After both had finished with their targets—with Rhaella edging her sister out on accuracy—Aemma called for a moving target. An apple was tossed from their audience, passing in front of the targets, and his eldest pivoted to loose an arrow at it, pinning it to the target to a roar of appreciation.

#resonant asks #resonant 'verse reversal au #resonant 'verse ficlets #...sorry to crush your daenerys dreams in this one

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pucksandpebbles · 2 days ago

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𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂, 𝒒𝒉⁴³ - 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒

<<< previous part next part >>>

Bet you miss me Bet you're reminiscing I bet you hate the way that you said goodbye And you still can't even tell me why

a/n : it's hereeee! this is the penultimate part, there will be a nice chapter to finish it all off but this is basically the end of the story so thank you everyone. i was inspired by the very changeable british weather... i am sorry this is not proofread lmao, looking for a beta reader coz I'm lazy af.

thank you for all the love and support, especially on this series, you guys keep me going so remember to show this and all the other writers on here some love coz we need that in the world rn. So like, comment, reblog and hit up my inbox - I love y'all :)

wc : 2.2k

The sky outside crackled with anger, letting harsh streaks of light through the sky, followed by the ominous rumble of thunder. Quinn was curled up, alone, on his sofa, bundled in a blanket and his Canucks hoodie as outside the rain lashed his window so furiously, he thought that it might break. The weather was horrific, had been all week, long downpours of rain which left puddles outside the rink that he always managed to walk through and a gusty breeze which always seemed to put people in a bad mood - chilling them to the bone, but more importantly fucking up their hair for their walk-ins. Someone in the locker room had complained incessantly the other day that if the wind persisted he’d have to resort to the beanie as it was messing with his perfectly styled quiff. Quinn had rolled his eyes at that.

But still, the weather outside had been dampening his quickly souring mood. The whole week he’d been wallowing a little in his own grief at the end of your relationship - or whatever it was supposed to be. And now, at the end of the week, sitting alone and trying to wait out the dreadful weather outside - when if you were here you’d be passing over a warm hot chocolate, putting on a rom-com and sharing the small blanket between the two of you - made him feel shittier than usual about the situation.

Sniffling back an onslaught of emotion, Quinn took to scrolling through his phone lifelessly. He ignored the messages from his brothers, and tried to push back the thought of moping over the photos of the two of you still safely in his camera roll and instead mindlessly scrolled through his Instagram For You Page, liking photos of blondes in bikinis. But even Quinn knew that his heart wasn’t in it. He had really fucked it up. Jack might never forgive him, maybe the two of them were more alike than he thought, both managing to break the same girl’s heart.

Quinn threw himself into practice the week following your explosive break-up, there was no other choice to him. There was little to go home to and the thought of going out to the bar or finding a girl on hinge to hook-up with made him feel sick. He needed to be on top of things before the game at the end of the week, on top of his game, to get a much needed win in the bag. He’d get up earlier in the mornings, head to the rink earlier than anyone else - just get out on the ice, get himself warmed up on the cold ice and try to clear his head before any of his teammates got there.

It didn’t work though. He’d come off the ice more frustrated with himself than before and he knew that he was being grumpier than usual in the locker room but just couldn’t manage to brush off the irritation that coated him. If his teammates in the locker room could tell, and Quinn guessed they probably could, judging by the quiet looks they kept passing each other, they kept it pretty quiet.

He’d drive home seething, gripping his steering wheel until his knuckles turned white - he could’ve slammed his head into the horn in the centre of the wheel over and over if it meant salvation. But it wouldn’t. You and him were finished.

“We’re so over, get out.”

“Fine, consider us done.”

Quinn knew, logically, that bottling it up, pushing it down and trying not to talk about it wasn’t going to do the situation any good. The problem was, however, that he had no-one to talk to about it. You were the one he’d go to about everything, anything, you always had an answer for it and now he was lost.

The crackling storm outside and the blanket wrapped around his legs reminded him of the last time stormy weather had come to Vancouver. Quinn had been all in his head about an issue with one of the guys on the team, and as a Captain, was struggling to work out how to deal with him. It was driving him insane. When you’d come home, though, hair damp from the rain, you’d slid onto the sofa beside him, drink in hand and told him to spill. Then, like it was easy, provided the most life saving advice.

“You should be Captain, Jesus.” Quinn laughed, rubbing the side of your arm gently, with a playful but sincere smile which told you he half meant it.

You fell into his side, collapsing, exhausted from the long day and sighed, “Too bad I’m dreadful at hockey. Plus you are an incredible Captain Quinn, you just need to have better conviction in your words and actions.”

Quinn missed that. You weren’t his therapist by any means, but you understood and just for a little while helped him hold some of the weight.

Now that you were gone, Quinn felt like he might crumble under the pressure.

Quinn scrolled past your latest post, breath quickening and chest tightening as he caught sight of your bright smile. He was utterly fucked and had nobody to talk to about it. It wasn’t a topic that he was comfortable talking about with anyone on the team, Jack would for certain kill him, it was never going to be a parent safe topic. On the other hand, there was no way that he could navigate this on his own, unless he wanted to continue to wallow for the rest of his life.

He opened up his contacts list, scrolling through dumbly, in the hopes of finding somebody. His finger stopped on ‘Lukey’.

Luke. Maybe.

Being the youngest, Luke was still in college, enjoying college hockey at UMich which Jack had missed out on. Despite being the young one, their mum had always joked that he was the most mature around the opposite sex, and he was surprisingly grounded, could give good advice when needed. Maybe his younger brother wasn’t the best one to reach out to in this situation, but he was the only one that Quinn could reach out to.

Quinn pressed dial on his phone, holding the device up to his ear as he lay slumped on the sofa, back slightly aching from holding the position. There was a soft click as Luke answered his phone, thousands of miles away in Newark.

“Quinn, is everything okay?” His voice echoed through the other end.

Quinn’s voice cracked in return, “Not really, can we talk?”

There was the slight noise of some shuffling and a soft voice that Quinn couldn’t identify, probably a college roommate and then Luke replied, gentle and understanding, “Of course.”

“I’ve kinda fucked things up with a girl,” Quinn admitted, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, warning off an oncoming headache thanks to the humidity that the thunderstorm had brought.

There was a muffled chuckle over the line, “I’m sure you haven’t. You’re talking about Jack’s ex, am I right?”

“Yeah, he’s gonna kill me.”

Luke’s laugh came out clearer the second time, “Not if you fix things. She’s very amicable, and I know you well enough to know you haven’t fucked it like Jack did.”

Quinn whined, heat pulsing behind his eyes and kicking at the blanket over his feet frustratedly, “But what if I have. Lukey I just need someone to tell me what to do?”

“Come on then, spill, how did you screw it up with her?” Luke countered, voice a little muffled.

“We were just supposed to be friends, but-”

With that, Luke’s voice mellowed significantly, “Oh, shit Quinny.”

Quinn's voice pitched upwards and he writhed with annoyance, “Oh so you do think I’ve bombed it. It’s over and it’s all my fault.”

“Hey, hey come on now, I never said that.”

There was a delicate silence that hung in the air between them, the only noise being the crackle of the storm outside Quinn’s apartment and the muffled background noise over the line with Luke. Quinn tipped his head back, letting a sigh up into the humid air of his apartment and relaxing into the sofa with a mild huff.

Luke broke the silence first, “Have you tried talking to her?”

It was a sensible suggestion. Actually, it was a very sensible suggestion. How in the hell had Quinn not even considered that. Tensions were high that night, it might be a good idea anyways to smooth things over. He hadn’t even thought.

“Luke, that is genius!” Quinn whispered with excitement.

“Uh, is it? I-”

Quinn interrupted, leaping off the sofa, “Thank you, I’ve got to go. Bye!”

Luke’s voice came out distant and confused, “Oh okay, bye-”

Quinn almost rushed out of his apartment, slamming the door behind him, forgetting both his coat and his car keys until he was down by the door. It was too late then, he was a man on a mission and he was not going back for them.

In the pouring rain and the incessant thunder and lightening, Quinn ran through the darkened streets of Vancouver for god knows how long until he reached your apartment. Despite how his legs burned, despite the treacherous weather, despite his lack of preparation and the fact that he had not considered that he had practice to contend with the next day, he would not let up. He only came to a stop once he reached your apartment building, panting furiously and he stood outside the block, rainwater and sweat dripping into his eyes. He eyed the little button to ring up to your apartment wearily, reaching out hesitantly to push it with shaky fingers.

He waited for what felt like hours, but was likely only five minutes. And then you appeared, on the other side of the glass, looking at Quinn like you’d seen a ghost. You were still in your work clothes but had your head pushed back into a ponytail, like he knew you always did as soon as you got home. His heart ached in response.

Apprehensively, you approached the door, opening it and letting it swing open.

“You should come in. You’re, uh, pretty soaked through.” You said, inviting in the poor man.

As soon as Quinn was given the chance, he took it, stepping inside he drew in a deep breath, “Listen, you don’t have to hear me out, but please do, just give me a chance because I fucked up so badly earlier. I don’t care what I said before, I need you with me. We were never just friends, we were never just fucking. You were always and still are everything to me. I was so scared that if I voiced it, it would all go away, but then it did anyways and I realised that I don’t have anything to lose. I just want you back, I want you to be my girl. And if I have to get on my knees and beg I will because I think I love you and I think i’ve loved you this entire time.”

Quinn's voice was strained, raw from the running and teary - he looked a complete and utter mess as he poured out his heart.

You stepped forward, similarly drained as you spoke, “I didn’t want to have sex with anyone else. I couldn’t because they weren’t you.”

“Yeah?” Quinn smiled, stepping forward.

“Yeah.” You repeated.

“And for the record,” You stepped forward, taking Quinn’s rain-wet face in your hands, “I think I love you too.”

Then, with utter care and precision, Quinn tilted your head upwards and pressed his lips softly to yours. The kiss was sweet and innocent and apologetic. But there, in your apartment foyer was Quinn Hughes, dripping with water, in little more than a t-shirt that clung damply to his abs and sleep shorts that had ridden up to his upper thighs during your run. When you pulled back, he pushes the wet strands of his long hair back and let out a soft sigh, and you - for lack of a better word - pounced.

Lacing your hands behind Quinn’s neck, you pulled his head down and tilted your head to kiss him. Hungrily this time, desperate. Once your lips met, it was like fire. Your movements were quick and greedy as you worked your way into his mouth.

His hands slid down your body, feeling through the thin material of your shirt and eventually cupping your ass, lifting your body upwards. You wrapped your stockinged legs around Quinn’s middle, deepening the kiss and letting out a soft moan as his hands wrapped around you.

Your bones burned with desire. Quinn had the power to ignite a fire inside you, which is what made him so special, so perfect and so right for you.

Breaking away from the kiss with a sigh, you asked, “Shall we finish this in my apartment?”

Quinn groaned in response, “God I love you.”

You buried your face in Quinn’s neck, kissing there softly and whispering gently into his ear.

“I love you too.”

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theyluvlyss · 1 month ago

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i saw your post on needing more creativity (to word it briefly) in remmick/sinners fanfics and IM HERE TO SUPPLY!! im thinking of making a new account should i do it???

𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!!

per my last couple of posts, I would LOVE some requests to start piling up. I wanna see more ideas and thoughts for me to work with (and fangirl about🥴✋🏽-).

and as far as you making an account goes, anon, I ofc encourage you do it if it will make you happy - legit, the whole reason I started this blog was because I wanted my own space to write, say, request, post, etc. whatever tf I want, so you'll never get a 'no' from me when trying to do the same😌🫶🏽.

reminder to all, though !! to reiterate/add to some of my boundaries when it comes to sinners requests specifically !! ...

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I know I have and am usually/typically willing to write taboo topics when it comes to other fandoms, but sinners (to me, in my personal opinion) is a lot more sacred and special, so there's certain changes i'm making/abiding by apart from my usual/normal rules out of both respect and just the simple fact that it's just gonna be strict 'round this bitch, like, idk what to tell you lmao.

- NO moore twins incest or stepcest, i'm not doing it.

- no weird "sammick" bullshit, this is not a sammick ship friendly blog, don't interact, follow, or request things regarding that ship towards me, you'll be blockt with a QUICKNESS.

- I do welcome think, theory, and thirst pieces in my ask inbox, but be aware each of those topics will be kept separate from one another. time and place rules; don't bring up think piece material in the comments of an imagine I worked hard on that has nothing to do with the nuances of the movie and it's themes - and vice versa - don't start thirsting under posts I may make regarding how I view the characters and their role/purpose and whatnot.

- i'm not at all opposed to age gaps, but i'm not doing anything illegal, so don't even go there. but yeah, again, this is vampire media/content - age gaps are a large chunk of the appeal and if you don't like that, then maybe you're not ready to engage in vamp content, idk😭🤷🏽‍♀️.

- unless written or requested otherwise, reader will always be assumed 20+ years old, black/black-coded, and southern. and when it comes to requesting otherwise, plz be clear with your intentions on why, and don't be weird - like seriously, if I see something I don't like, it's not getting written and I will put you on blast, I don't have patience whatsoever for nonsense, so don't start😭🙏🏽.

- i'm a bit picky when it comes to plots, fair warning (i'll try not to let it be an issue tho lol no worries) - especially modern au's, so don't expect a whole lot of those unless you want some of my more "awkward" writing (for lack of a better word) lmao.

- I will write for...

elias "stack" moore

elijah "smoke" moore

sammie "preacher boy" moore

remmick

bo chow

- I shouldn't even have to say this, but NO, I will not be doing any kkk members x reader, kkk dynamic work, kkk NOTHING. I don't even have the words to explain the disgust and anger that it brings me to even think about it, i'm fighting for my life not to say nothing violent and out of pocket rn-...

- be aware that I don't have an official masterlist yet, so stay tuned for when that gets uploaded, because when it does, that means the very first of any sinners related fics of mine has been completed and added :D !!

- and last but not least, basic fanfic/account etiquette...

don't like what I write? don't read it.

don't like me or my content? block me.

questions? just ask, and be respectful.

and finally, if you leave any type of negativity on my page, you'll be dealt with accordingly.

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anyways, that's all for now. thanks for reading this and for all of the strong engagement, love, and support I've received so far on the topic of sinners fanfic, it's really jarring in a good way after being kind of a dead account for a while😭🙏🏽. I hope I can deliver what y'all want/are expecting💕.

byeeee /ᐠ^˕^マ !!!

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fisherobsessedmyb · 2 months ago

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pretty pigtails|Sal fisher X GN!reader

🔹Ship🔹Sal Fisher X GN! Reader🔹

🔹Trope🔹possibly counts as miscommunication but not sure🔹

🔹Category🔹fluff🔹

🔹Summary:Sal gets the wrong idea about why you don't ever touch his pigtails, you reassure him his worries were not the case at all🔹

🔹A/n: this is my first fic in about 4 years I'm just getting back in2 it, be gentle lol it's lowkey ass😭

Constructive criticism is welcome, unneeded hate is not. Enjoy<3🔹

🔹Sal never thought much about his pigtails, he liked them. That's all that mattered in his opinion. Though he did sometimes wonder if you preferred his hair down, considering you'd never touch his hair as much as you did when it was down. He tried to not dwell on that though, it wasn't a big deal🔹

🔹"It's not a big deal" is what sal repeated to himself in his mind as he laid on his bed next to you as you immediately tangled your warm hand through his blue locks as soon as the hair ties were now discarded on the bed.

"your hairs so pretty, sally" you told him, smiling warmly as you always did when touching his hair.. When it was down.

"o-oh uhm.. Thanks, y/nn" sals voice was hesitant, a bit nervous. Usually your compliments were enough to turn his ears red and his smile wide, but right now his anxiety towards your perception of him was in the way of that.

"do they think I look bad with my pigtails?" is all that he could wonder.

It wasn't hard to pick up on his difference in demeanor, having been used to sals usual flustered reaction to compliments, such a more.. Nervous reaction was a bit of a surprise as you asked softly, your hand still gently tangled in his hair, softly playing with a few strands between your fingers

"is everything okay?"Sal felt his nerves grow as did the pit in his stomach, he gently takes your hand from his hair and holds it as he looks away

"do you.. Only like my hair like this? Y-you uhh.. Y'know without my pigtails?"

Sal's nerves only grew with the silence that had after his words, though just as he was going to stutter out another anxious sentence, your soft voice filled the silence as you gently cup his head with your hands, his hair tangled between your fingers.

"no, sally. Of course not.. You have such pretty pigtails, i love them!" your genuine response rang through sals ears as it eases the pit in his stomach.

He looks at you through his mask as he asks quietly"r-really? Youre uhh.. Youre sure? Because you- uhm.. You never wanna touch them. Y-you never wanna touch my hair when it's up" his nerves are still present, obvious in his tone.

Though.. They continue to lesson as you gently lean closer saying softly with your usual kind smile and a light giggle mixed through it

"babe I don't touch it because I don't wanna mess it up! I think you have the prettiest pigtails ever, they suit you so well! I promise"

Sal's face flushed red all the way to the tips of his ears as he let out a small breathless laugh.

"really?" he wasn't completely convinced.. Until you gently leaned in further, pressing a small kiss on the lips of his prosthetic before whispering to him

"really."

Sal definitely liked his pigtails and you absolutely did, too.<3🔹

🔹A/n:was fighting 4 my fuckin life editin this on mobile lmao T-T hope u enjoy, i tried my best. Still getting the hang a it again<3 also hello! Im sry 4 disappearin. :( due 2 personal reasons its hard 2 post regularly. But i hope this very cringy but sweet draft i made months ago makes up 4 it slightly. Enjoy<3 n as of rn im not actively acceptin anymore reqs. If u send one i will read it but most likely not work on it for a good while. Im plannin 2 clear out past reqs which have been collectin dust in my inbox tho. Have a good day y'all<3🔹

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sturnmeovr · 3 months ago

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What’s brat!reader and Matt doing rn

(I hope you’re doing well ily!!)

Hey my love <3 I'm doing okay, a lot better!! Ily ily ily, I hope all is well 💚

Sorry for taking so long to reply 🤦🏻‍♀️ I’ve been trying to get to my inbox messages one by one! 😩

New York City

Wednesday

[9:33 PM]

Recently, Brat has been letting Matt stay the night at her apartment — one of the main rules she made, and she’s already broken it. Matt had a way of getting under her skin, constantly poking and prodding at her until she finally cracked and gave him what he wanted (in the best way possible).

Brat sits on the couch, wrapped in her pink hello kitty blanket. Matt’s arm draped around her shoulder as she leans against him for support, his feet kicked up on the coffee table — something she wouldn’t let pass for anyone else but he’s an exception.

A scary movie dances across her flatscreen tv, her pick of course. One of the few things they had in common was their shared love for horror films.

Matt clears his throat, breaking the comforting silence as the movie dies down to calmer scene, “you want me to stay tonight?” he asks, deciding to test his luck before it got too late.

He can tell she’s hesitant at first, but she eventually snuggles closer into his embrace, “only if you don’t hog the blankets this time.” She lets out a long breath, the sweet smell of her winter candy apple shampoo had his sense of smell in a death grip all night, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the screen in front of him. The smell was appetizing to him, planting a kiss on top her hair, “I won’t — y’just gotta stay close.”

“I will,” she purrs, looking up at him with those eyes that always made him fold under pressure quick. His biggest weakness when it came to her — those eyes — so seductive and sire-like. He found himself getting lost in them often, it didn’t matter the time of day or circumstances. They locked him in every time.

Brat lets out a giggle, knowing the exact effect she had on him, “what?” The corners of her mouth curve upward in a playful manner as she bats her lashes at him. Matt quickly snaps himself out of her hypnotic trance, shake his and turning his attention back to the movie, smiling to himself.

'What was this girl doing to him?' the question plays in a spin cycle throughout his head the rest of the movie.

Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader Masterlist

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ynbabe · 3 months ago

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Hey I was just wondering if you ever made a part two to the bull rider!reader with Logan?

If you come back to America, just hit me up ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x Male! Reader- p.t.2

Link to Part 1:

Okay so A/N? It’s been a long time since I’ve uploaded fics so I hope yall still like me 😭 but this all I got rn as I’m working on my ao3 fics which I’ll share here soon!! Also this completes all the requests I’ve got in my inbox- I’ve had some glitches (cause it’s Tumblr and a sideblog) so if I missed any fics pls do let me know and I’ll get on them asap, and within the month this time I pinky promise!! Anyways part two and I hope yall enjoy it, comments and reblog are always appreciated!!

The past few months had been awful. Logan had been going through a horrid time in his team, which had finally led to him being fired, six races before the season ended. You hadn't been doing much better, angry that your boyfriend (whom however many people shipped you with had to remain your 'friend' for 'pr reasons') was going through so much and you couldn't do anything to help.

It didn't help your relationship either- all that time apart, with the pressures of your jobs and overbearing feelings had been ripping into the easy connection you had with each other.

It hurt to see the daily calls dwindle to a few sporadic texts a week. You weren't innocent either, having the jobs you both did you had to have a certain spirit, a certain temper about yourselves. And this was very much visible in fights like these.

You knew you weren't in the wrong, you couldn't have been! All you wanted to do was spend time with your boyfriend, make him feel better and he couldn't even tell you he was back home? You could have made the day's drive down to Lauderdale. You could've taken a flight, hell you would have hitch-hiked.

The call was getting heated. Both your voices rising.

"Maybe I wanted a fucking break Y/n. Maybe I didn't want another set of goddamn expectations on me," His voice echoed through the phone, stroking the flames of rage in your brain.

You didn't have the time to think before you spoke, "Don't you go lying on my name sayin' I got demands of you-" your accent thickened to a point it would've sunk in a bowl full of tar. "Never, did I ever say nothing more than meet'in you,"

"God, you don't get it, do you? I don't need your pity! I don't want your sorry's I want some time to myself, you know what I need a fucking break," he snapped, yelling again.

Your eyes widened at his words, the volume of your words exceeding any acceptable Southern manners, "YOU NEED A BREAK? FUCKING DAMNIT LOGAN, WHAT BOUT ME?" you didn't cry much but the harsh tug of your vocal cords and heartstrings was pulling tears to your eyes. "I've been looking out for ya' I've been thinking bout you- about all your damn issues for the past half year," oh you were in it now, "I'm bout to have the biggest show of my life and all I can think about is you-" no words came from the other side, pissing you off even more, "fuck, you know what Sargeant- if you come back to America, just hit me up, because that's all I am to you, isn't it? Another damn obligation."

You slammed your thumb down on the red button, vision blurring, and the itching feeling in your hand to throw the phone didn't help clear it either.

What the hell, sure. You threw the device with a scream, a loud crash and a shattered iPhone later, you could finally see single.

The door to your room opened in a hurry, the man on the other end looking worriedly around the room and up and down at you to assess any injury. "Why did you do that?" Your manager asked, bewildered, never having seen you angry before.

"Needed an update anyways." you coughed out, voice still hoarse. He didn't seem to belive you, but left you alone. You knew you should talk to someone, you should have spoken to your teammate, apologised to Logan but you were just so tired and angry.

But you should have, you should put all this out your mind before getting on that bull. All the crowds screams and yells fell on deaf ears as you faded in and out of consciousness, only the fast beating of your heart letting you know you were alive.

The sand flew and stuck itself to all nooks and crannies of your body. The rough grits grinding between your teeth. Nothing made sense anymore, light and darkness came in waves. First you saw your team, then the ambulance, then a hallway and then nothing.

You remembered the vague pull of gravity, and the harsh shock against your ribs but nothing more than that.

Outside the room, there was shouting, a distinct accent rising above all others, trying to be let into your hospital room.

Logan hadn’t been able to fly down to face you after that fight, knowing he’d been wrong, but that hadn’t stopped him from watching it on tv. Where he saw the bull buck and sway, you’d held on pretty well but then you were being thrown of and the blonde could swear he’d died a half death waiting for you to move on the ground. He saw as the marshals pulled the bull away and the medics took you off the arena on a stretcher. While the rest of the audience were stunned quiet, frozen in shock, Logan was running around like a mad man, packing a bag and trying to book the fastest flight to you. He hadn’t slept, he hadn’t even eaten, the thought of loosing you making him nauseated.

He was panicking, trying to explain to your team that he had to see you, that he meant something to you, that you meant everything to him.

He’d heard the doctor tell your manager that you had a concussion and a few broken ribs. Thankfully neither injuries were bad enough to cause long term damage and you’d be fine in six weeks. But that didn’t stop Logan’s heart from hammering in his chest.

“Look, obviously you know we’re friends, so can you please just let me talk to him?” Logan argued with your manager.

The man huffed, blocking the door to your room from the hysterical blonde, “from the last time y’all spoke, I don’t know if y’all are even friends-”

“THAT-” Logan cleared his throat, immediately catching himself, “is none of your concern, I-I made a mistake okay? I need to apologise.” He let you be hurt still being angry at him. Your sport was dangerous, known for its brutality, and he couldn’t help in feeling like he was part of the reason you were in the hospital right now.

“Look- Oh Fuck,” suddenly the man cut himself off, running into your room, and Logan let himself run in as well.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised to see you all bandaged up, trying to sit up. He immediately ran to your side, your manager side eyeing him the whole time.

“Logan?” Everyone stopped, your first words after being conscious.

“Yeah, it’s me, I’m here, I am so sorry-” He had begun, but you simply pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him.

“Knew you’d come back.”

#f1 #formula 1 #logan sargeant #logan sargent x reader #logan sargent fluff #logan sargeant x male reader #f1 fic #x male reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 x male reader

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wcbblife · 1 year ago

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Public love

Prompt (I accidentally deleted the ask sorry): could you do a short story about Paige accepting an award and telling everyone that Azzi and her are dating?

a/n: guys I'm trying to finish all my recent asks in my inbox I swear. Life's been lifin' all of the sudden and I barely have time to write so apologies for that. Got a lot of drafts that I'm working on rn.

Warning: Paige is a yapper. Some spelling mistakes (hopefully not). A bit rushed tbh

“You look hilarious,” Azzi giggled, staring at her phone screen where their FaceTime call was running.

“Thanks, Azzi,” Paige deadpanned, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She wiped her palms on her pants, only for Brittany to swat her hands away, scolding her.

Azzi's smile softened as Paige protested, her eyebrows furrowing. “You know you don't have to do this, right?”

“Don't start with that, Azzi,” Paige's exasperated tone didn't go unnoticed as she wiped her hands on a nearby towel. “We agreed that today was the day.”

Azzi threw her hands up in defeat, her smile unwavering. “I'm just saying.”

Paige had underestimated how bad her nerves would flare up at the idea of stepping onto a stage full of legends, with cameras recording her every move, to profess her love for her girlfriend to the whole entire world to see. It had been a tough conversation, but Azzi had convinced Paige to wait until the season was over, when they were no longer teammates.

“I'll do it, just you watch.” Suddenly, the normal confidence Paige always had resurfaced as a smug look settled on her face.

Azzi could still see through the facade.

“Hey, you know it's already on in the living room,” Azzi said, flipping the camera to show the TV. It showed the red carpet, which was almost over, and Paige's panic returned.

“Gosh, I just wish you were here.” Paige set her phone in front of her, properly showing her whole upper body to Azzi. She looked stunning. The blonde hunched over, taking a deep breath. “It would be easier.”

“You know I would be there if I could, babe. Something came up.” For a moment, there was complete silence, except for the rustling of Azzi dropping onto her sofa. “Plus, I won't have like… a million cameras shoved in my face. Which is nice.”

“Yeah, you're right.”

“Alright, you two, we gotta wrap it up. Paige, you're up in a few.” Brittany's voice startled the blood out of Paige's face as she flinched.

Azzi giggled. “I'll get going. And Paige… just do what feels right when you get up there, okay?”

“Yeah. I'll try.” She cleared her throat. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Paige.”

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Paige was totally not ready for it. As the awards passed one by one, she found it increasingly harder to stay still in her seat.

“Bro, do you have ants on your ass or something?” Aubrey chuckled, whispering towards Paige.

“Something like that.” Paige adjusted her suit, applying pressure to her chest. She felt like she was going to throw up.

“Seriously, you good?” From her other side, Ice whispered, her expression a bit more worried than Aubrey's. Even with the makeup, Paige looked pale as a ghost.

“I'm good.”

Aubrey and Ice exchanged questioning looks as Paige didn't even bother to glance at them, her eyes glued to the presenters.

The lump in her throat grew until it was hard to swallow. She tensed when her phone buzzed in her pants.

From: Azzi

You look nervous, babe. [Attached image]

Paige opened the image, seeing a picture of her on the tv screen, jaw clenched and eyes wide.

From: Paige

I look crazy.

From: Azzi

You don't have to do this, Paige.

From: Paige

I want to, Azzi.

Do you not want me to?

From: Azzi

Of course I do.

From: Paige

That's all the I need to hear then.

From: Azzi

I just don't want you to feel stressed or obligated.

Especially in front of such an important stage and audience.

From: Paige

Then it's decided.

“Hey!” CD whispered from behind her. “Put your phone away, missy. This isn't the place for texting.”

“Sorry CD.” Paige rubs the back of her neck, feeling a bit embarrassed to have been called out at such an age. She put her phone away and heard the next award being announced.

Best female college athlete.

Paige straightens up, silently thanking CD from snapping her out of her little daydream. They went through the nominees, teasing the winner before finally announcing the long-awaited name.

Paige Bueckers from the University of Connecticut.

The crowd burst into cheers as Paige let out a huff of air and made her way through the row after a few hugs from her teammates.

She shuffled through the rows and climbed to the stage, where she was met with a few hugs and finally her trophy.

“Wow.” She huffs, looking around the venue, “I would like to start by saying that it's an honor to be able to receive this amazing award for a second time. I can't express just how much it means to stand here after all the hardships thrown my way.”

Speaking to such an intimidating crowd, knowing there were thousands watching from their homes, never got easier for Paige.

“Second, I'd like to thank my family. Thank you for sticking by my side and being my anchor through everything. Without them, I wouldn't be standing here today. And to my teammates, who have been my rock. They were a force to be reckoned with all season, and it was thanks to them that we brought home a championship.”

The crowd hung on her every word.

“It's no secret the injuries that have plagued our team these past seasons and even me a few years ago. It felt liberating knowing that if I ever fell, they would be there to pick me up and I don't think I could ever express how much I love those girls and just how much they mean to me”

Paige thought of Azzi at home, watching her, and the basketball legends before her. She traced the lines of the trophy, clearing her throat.

“To my coaches, who weren't afraid to show me tough love, I appreciate you all. It made my time at Connecticut all the more enjoyable. To Geno, who didn't shy away from telling me how to be the best and how to make those around me be better. I’m glad that I'll be able to call Uconn my home for as long as I live because it's an honor. Whether it sounds odd, I thank God that I tore my ACL while surrounded by such an amazing family because I wouldn't have been able to bounce back in such a dominant manner."

It was now or never.

“One of the main reasons I'm eternally grateful for this program is because I was able to build a deeper relationship with a teammate who you all may know very well,” Paige shifts her hands, feeling them sweat again. “We went through the same injury, and everything was easier to navigate with her around because we just got each other and knew what we were going through. I want to thank her for her love and unconditional support because she deserves that and more. She picked me up when it felt impossible."

She chuckled. Paige had been on big stages many times, but this felt different. The ground beneath her feet seemed to shift as the blood rushed to her ears, muffling the sounds around her. Her surroundings faded as she locked eyes with the big camera before her.

“That's why... I would like to thank my amazing girlfriend, Azzi Fudd, in front of everyone here today because she deserves the world.” Paige hears the muffled sound of gasps and cheers. “So, because I know she's home watching, I love you, baby. None of this would be possible without you.”

Paige took a deep breath, feeling a crushing weight lift off her chest. It was done.

She smiled for the first time that night and looked away from the camera, addressing the crowd. “Thank you for this award. I'll cut my speech short since I know it's running a bit long.” Laughter spread through the crowd, but most looked shocked, especially her teammates. She lifted her trophy with a smile, realizing how little she cared about anyone's opinion. “Thank you.”

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“Didn't think you had it in you,” Caroline said, opening the door to Paige's makeup room. “Seriously, dude. Getting up there and just saying, 'oh, and I'm dating my bestie by the way' is crazy”

Paige deflated in her chair. After her speech, she had been ushered away for pictures and questions and hadn't heard from her teammates. She hadn't even checked her phone which was undoubtedly flooded with missed calls and messages.

“I wanted to throw up.”

Then, as if on cue, Aubrey, Ice, and KK entered together. “Dude, what the fuck was that?” KK screamed, laughing together with Ice. “Huge balls you got there, dude.”

“Oh, shut up, KK. Like you aren't head over heels over your girl too.” Paige shot back, eyebrows furrowing as she checked her phone. KK and Ice burst out laughing, dragging Aubrey to sit on the couch.

“It's on Do Not Disturb, Paige.” Sensing the urgency, Caroline put a hand on her shoulder, pointing at the unmistakable symbol of DND.

“Thanks.” Paige mumbled, turning it off and feeling relieved as messages flooded in. Hundreds of notifications took over her phone, but she only cared about one.

“Dude, you're already trending on Twitter.” Aubrey showed her screen, Twitter opened, but Paige didn't bother looking.

“Oh, and the articles are already popping up,” Ice added.

Finally, after some searching, Paige found Azzi's message.

From: Azzi

Such a sweet talker.

I love you too Paige

From: Paige

You liked it?

I tried to keep it short but I think that was too little or maybe too much??

I definitely could've added more to it.

What did you think?

Paige stared at the messages, nervous to hear from Azzi.

From: Azzi

Hey, I loved it Paige.

You can always finish it when you get home to me

That validation calmed Paige almost immediately. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

From: Paige

Wanna call? I could tell you everything now.

From: Azzi

Yeah… if I'm correct, CD is about to burst through that door any second.

Either that or every reporter that was in that building wants to hear from you after that declaration of love in front of the whole world.

Let's wait until you get to the hotel, okay?

Right on cue, the rest of the team entered her room.

From: Paige

Good idea.

Love you

From: Azzi

Love you too

#wcbb #women's basketball #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #azzi x paige #paige x azzi

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vervielle · 2 months ago

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I really want to open up my inbox again because I got a whole bunch of new followers/interaction on my page (I'm so grateful for it tysssmmm ahhh I'M SO HAPPY!!! EEEEKK)

so I have like 8 requests in my inbox rn and once I clear them all out I'm going to open requests again but it might take a teeny tiny pennies are shiny little bit

It's also been a while since I doodled on my notes app on my phone, I need to do it moreee I need to go back to my rootsssss 💔

#THANK U ALL!! IM ACC SI EXCITED #SO HAPPY #IVE BEEN HERE FOR WHAT?? 2-3 MONRHS #i forgor #ABYWAY #TIME FLIES BECAUSE I LOOK BACK ON MY OLD ART A LOT AND IM LIKE DAMMMNNNNNN #Why did i draw Peridot so clapped 💔💔#IT OK CHAT #I LOCKED IN #txt #ok ANYWAYS IM GONNA FOCUS ON GETTING OLD REQUESTS DONE AND THEN I CAN OPEN INBOX AGAIN!!!! HEHEHEHE #txt accompanied with a doodle #su peridot

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burningcheese-merchant · 20 days ago

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Alrighty. I hate saying this, but. I'm probably going to delete the ship discourse asks in my inbox. Too many in there now and my mind is too clear to want to answer them

I think we've all been harsh with each other recently. Shouldn't have had to sleep on that, shouldn't have taken me longer than a few minutes to realize that, but idk. I went to bed last night and woke up this morning and... remembered how old I am and that I have better things to care about lol. But seriously, this recent update has really gotten to people's heads, mine included unfortunately, so I think we all need to take a step back and reevaluate ourselves

To try to explain (not excuse) myself personally. I, my friends and acquaintances, and our little fan community have gotten so much harassment for so long that now that the story is sort of tipping in our favor, I felt... vindicated. TOO vindicated this time around lol. For years and years now we have all been viciously mocked, shunned, called misogynists, called abuse apologists, we've been told to kill ourselves, we've been told bad things should happen to our loved ones. I couldn't help but feel smug when episodes 7 and 8 dropped, and then episodes 9 and 10 pushed me into being legitimately petty and mean. Like, all of this harassment was already pointless, now it's even more pointless because BxA is canon. Sore winner, "they hated Jesus because he told the truth" type shit lol

But... That's dumb. All of this is dumb. They're just video game characters. I'm an adult with adult responsibilities lol. None of this is worth getting bent out of shape about, on any side. Nothing wrong with respectful conversation and debate, but it hasn't really been that this time around. It's been gloating. Teabagging. And that's not cool. So I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry if I've upset anyone with anything I've said. I'm happy about Eternalberry but I've gotten TOO happy haha. I've regained mental clarity and thus the realization that I've started becoming part of the problem. I'm genuinely sorry for that. I want to go back to regular dork levels. Being spiteful and petty sucks, even if it's "justified"

Since I feel bad for leaving those asks awaiting deletion, A) mea culpa mea maxima culpa to those who sent them, nothing against any of you I just want to put the discourse to rest, and B) they all more or less say the same things so I'll just go ahead and bullet point my responses:

TikTok is perhaps the worst social media app ever created, it is an actual blight on society to almost biblical proportions, you are a fool if you listen to anything anyone has to say on there, your first mistake was going there in the first place, Tiktok Delenda Est

Twitter is definitely the worst social media app ever created, it is a blight on society that John meant to record in the Book of Revelation but didn't know how to describe it properly because the internet didn't exist 2000-ish years ago, you are a fool if you listen to anything anyone has to say on there, your first mistake was going there in the first place, Twitter Delenda Est, let's all point and laugh at the Trump-Musk divorce instead

Hero/villain ships are as old as human civilization and fandom nerds today have gotten really uptight about them, it's dumb and honestly really bizarre considering how prevalent it is in almost every piece of media, if someone doesn't like the trope that's perfectly fine it's not for everyone it does get pretty dark but a lot of people seem to put on gestapo uniforms when they're brought up now and it's a waste of time and energy. No one is holding a gun to your heads you guys, you don't need to do it to anyone yourselves

It's nice that I've apparently managed to convince some people to be more open-minded about BxA and hero/villain shipping as a whole, welcome to the club glad to have you, I'm sorry you've had to see some of us do our "obnoxious clown" routine recently, don't worry I'm washing my makeup off rn

I'm disappointed but unsurprised that BxA fans have been getting death threats in places, unfortunately that's how it's always been and it will continue to be that way even if all 5 pairs marry and have sex onscreen. No amount of canonizing in the narrative will change some people's minds. No amount of reasoning or olive branches will make them realize how ridiculous they are. Just have to accept it and ignore them

Cookie Run Kingdom is Baby's First Fandom for a lot of people, and a lot of them are actual, literal children, so all the black and white thinking and lack of understanding and respect makes sense, sadly. This is why I put my age in my blog description haha

Rule of thumb for me personally is to just block people who post hate in ship tags tbh. Spare us both the trouble. I've only responded to one post ever, and it was because the person was asking an honest question in a reasonable way so I thought it was fine to engage. I'd rather not engage people who want to attack and not actually talk. Blocking does us both a favor, I don't have to see meaningless hate on my dash and in tags I follow and they don't have to see content about ships they don't like from me. Win-win

Now, with all that said, I want to say some things I've said before, but would like to reiterate loudly and clearly one more time:

You do not have to like Beast x Ancient. It's perfectly fine and reasonable if you don't. It's not for everyone. Whatever your reasons are, I believe and accept them. I post about them a lot because I love them a lot, and I like talking about things I like. I do my best to tag properly so my weirdo babble is easier to filter out. My posts are more or less just preaching to the choir, I think lol. It's fine if you don't like that, it's fine if you don't like BurningCheese or Eternalberry, it's fine if you don't like Beast x Ancient. I am not your mortal enemy if you don't like them. I'm happy to talk to and be friends with people who don't. I already do so often haha

Furthermore, I want you all to know that no matter what I say about ships I don't like, I don't care if you do like them. I am not out to get you for liking things I don't. Which dolls you decide you like to make kiss is not my problem. I am not your mother, I am not your dictator, I am not God. My opinions are just that, no one is obligated to listen to me or take anything I say to heart. Yes, there are ships I legitimately hate with a passion, but I do not hate the people who like them. Not at all. That's a stupid thing to dislike someone for. I talk to and am friends with lots of people who like things I don't, both on here and irl. The world gets really lonely really fast if you refuse to engage with people who don't march lockstep with you. Especially with regards to fucking Cookie Run lol

Let's all give this nonsense a rest now. This is dumb. I'm dumb. We're all dumb. Let's stop being dumb. I'm happy to coexist peacefully with others. We'll all live happier lives focusing more on things we love than things we hate

#something else I'll say. no matter how much I might dislike a ship. I'm willing to acknowledge good art and writing for it #i cannot stand hollyt4ya but I've read a couple of good fics about it and have liked fanart on here just because they really were that good #I'm able and willing to appreciate things on their own merits. even if the subject matter isn't one I personally care for #i think it would help a lot of people to adopt that mindset haha #but yeah regardless. I've been a jerk the past few days and I really am sorry #i FEEL like a jerk lol. and i feel stupid. I'm better than this and so are all of you #sincere apologies to everyone for being so obnoxious. I'm washing my clown makeup off #keeping in line with this I'd really appreciate if people didn't send me asks about ship discourse anymore #you're welcome to ask my opinions on ships but I don't want to engage in full blown discourse. I'm tired #i'll keep my responses clean and crisp if prompted but that's it. no more rambling. rambling is for good and happy things #I'm happy to hear from people. I'm touched people care what i have to say. i didn't really have that for most of my life #I'm not really used to people actually... talking to me and listening to me #but I'd rather talk and listen about nicer things from now on if it's all the same to you guys #anyway I'm gonna go hang out with my SO and my dog lol. and work on the time travel AU draft #gave myself a deadline of Sunday evening to force myself to be more productive about it #been sitting on that story for too long. I'm dying to tell it #y'all have a nice day. god bless you. no matter who you are or what you like #cookie run kingdom #beast x ancient

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Yeti Point

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

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Notes: I deleted my previous note on this lmao it turns out the only funny part is Bruno Mars face in that skit and like MAYBE two other parts

P.S: So I just kind of feel like i've really been putting nothing out you know? Like i'm just really sick rn and its stressing me out but I am definitely working on all the requests in my inbox and doing my best to get things done because like all I want to do is right but you know no apparently all my body wants to do is die so I mean

Eddie pulls up to the ski chalet, the snow falling softly as you get out of the truck and squeal

“We’re here!! Finally!!!” You spin around in the snow, your arms spread wide as Eddie trudges back to the trunk. He’s a Texas boy, grown and raised, in California, warmth, and heat, run through his Mexican soul.

How you managed to convince him to go skiing he’ll never fucking know, but that sweet smile, and those big round eyes… and the way you went down on him had him booking the trip faster than you could finish him.

He had to be thinking with his dick.

He puts his hands on his hips, watching you standing there and he wants to sass you… but you just look so pretty, the snow falling in your hair, those really…really tight pants that were insulated and made your ass look so damn good

“Eddie?” You wave your little glove paws at him and he flinches, blinking rapidly

“Huh??”

“I said do you want any help? What are you staring at?” You giggle as you come over, hooking your fingers into his belt loops and pulling him against you. The proximity alone makes his head spin, he cups the back of your head, pulling you in and giving you a little kiss on the forehead

“Be a good girl for me and go check us in” He instructs you lowly, his voice deeper than normal. You look at him through your sunglasses, because you know that look, you know that tone.

“O-okay. Yeah, sure…”

It’s nice and cozy when you get into the building, with a large fireplace supplying a thick heat. You wander over to the desk, tap the little bell, and turn toward the large windows, looking out over the slopes

“Hey! Welcome to Aerial Alps, how can I help you?”

You spin around, a little smile on your face as you look at the man in front of you. He’s pretty, he’s blonde, he’s tall. You can’t tell if he’s actually hot or just conventionally attractive

“Hi I’m just checking in, um it should be under Diaz?”

“Oh yeah sure okay” He smiles at you, flashing those pearly whites

Okay yeah, he’s kinda hot.

He scrolls through the computer a bit bored, a bit distracted as his eyes keep trailing over your figure

“So? Honeymoon?” He asks as he types a few things in and you blush a little

“No… just here with my boyfriend for a few days” You sigh dreamily, your eyes have little hearts in them and he nods, going back to the computer

“So like… just a boyfriend huh?

You shrug, starting to tap your nails on the counter

“I mean, we’re pretty serious.”

Never-mind. Not hot

Eddie comes in with your bags on his shoulders, he walks over and sets them down at your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck

“Did you get our room key, little one?”

“Trying,” You say, turning in his arms and burying your face in his chest, he kisses your head, giving you a look before looking at the man behind the counter, his expression darkening

“Do you need my ID or something?”

He looks at Eddie, Eddie is taller, stronger, and a hell of a lot less nice right now. He straightens up a little, clearing his throat and handing over your room key

“Uh- you requested our more private cabin? Lovers lane?”

“That would be the one yes”

“Okay it’s just out the door and to your left, it’s uh, got a giant heart on the door”

You look up at him, giggling and standing on your toes to kiss his jaw

“That’s sooo romantic Daddy”

You empathize the word “daddy” and he smirks down at you, squeezing your ass in his hands

“Anything for you baby girl” He nuzzles his nose against yours, giving you a sweet peck on the lips, and swipes the key from the counter

“To the left?” He asks the man again, who’s staring, wide-eyed, with pink cheeks

“Uh huh t-to the left”

Eddie places the key in your pocket and thanks him as another guy comes over to take your bags for you.

“Lead the way, sweet girl”

Eddie watches you. Ever since the snow had started falling soon after you guys had settled in, you had gotten increasingly worried it seemed. It wasn’t even that bad… at first. And then four hours later when things just weren’t letting up he realized that maybe he should also be just a teeny bit worried. The door was fully blocked at this point, but the front desk had called, making sure they had enough food and enough logs to last a few days and they did, honestly. But he’s watching you stare out the window and it's starting to make him worry about you.

“Hey, baby girl? Hey, why don’t you come over here little one?” Eddie gets your attention now, using his soft voice, the one he uses when he’s fucked you senseless and wants to bring you back down to earth. You come over to his open arms and collapse down into them. You snuggle up in front of the fire and he smiles, stroking your hair softly. He smiles, stroking your hair gently.

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

You sigh into his arms, relaxing a little, and shrug “Oh you know, how this is my fault I got us into this stupid mess”

“Right. Right. You made a snowstorm happen, thus trapping us all alone together in the middle of the woods. Yeah, you’re so right baby this is definitely your fault!”

You swat his thigh and he snickers, holding you tighter as you sit in front of the blazing fire, the flames flickering proudly.

“Well, when you put it like that…”

He gets up with you in his arms, walking back to the cozy bedroom

“You need a nap”

“Your mom needs a nap” You stick your tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes. Tossing the covers over your head.

“Shut up and nap, I want to set up a little surprise for you okay? Daddy needs some time.”

You perk up, and he eases your head back down “What do you mean a surprise?”

“You’re not gonna get it if you don’t nap. I know you’re exhausted baby from being up all this time, worrying. Just take a nap for me okay? Be a good girl for Daddy and take a nap. I promise when you wake up it’ll totally be worth it okay?”

Now that he keeps freaking mentioning it, a nap does seem like a really good idea. Now that he’s got you all tucked in you can feel the exhaustion in your muscles from worrying so much. It was snowing this morning, it was snowing this afternoon and it’s probably going to keep snowing this evening, there’s only so much worry a body can take.

And okay maybe being trapped with someone as absolutely sexy as Eddie isn’t so bad. You pull the covers over your shoulder and he leans forward, kissing your forehead gently

“I’ll be here when you wake up baby, goodnight”

“Hmm goodnight” You smile sleepily.

You awake a couple hours later to soft music playing in the living room. There’s a little note and a single rose on the pillow next to you, Eddie had apparently packed you a little surprise and he wanted you to put it on before you came out of the room. You get up from bed, stretch your muscles out, and look around the room, there’s a small box on the chair next to the bed. Huh, that must been where he put whatever this little surprise was.

You walk over to the box and take off the top slowly. There’s a nicely folded, red. silky, baby doll and matching g-string. You grin as you slip off the oversized t-shirt you’d been wearing and get into the baby doll. It cups your breasts together so perfectly, it’s almost like he’s holding them himself. You check out the full-length mirror, admiring your figure and the way the little nighty highlights your curves perfectly.

God, he really did know every inch of your body perfectly.

You stick your head out of the door, looking around for him

“Hey, baby?” You say quietly “I’m um- awake now. But I want to freshen up a little, can I come out?”

You hear some shuffling and Eddies hand comes out from the other side of the door, a blindfold in his hand

“Yeah you can freshen up Princess, just wear this for me huh?”

You blush as you take the silk blindfold and tie it around your eyes

“Okay, ready”

Eddie opens the door, bumping into you and you let out a soft oof. He rolls his eyes and snorts, grabbing your arm and pulling you from the bedroom

“Next time back up, dumbass”

“Next time back up, dumbass” You repeat in a nasally voice and he swats your ass

“Oh, you think you’re so funny huh?”

You squeak as he pushes you through the bathroom door and shuts it behind you.

“Let me know when you’re coming out!”

“Okay!!” You look in the mirror again, taking your time to fix your hair, making sure it matches the feel of your sexy outfit. You make sure your legs are perfectly smooth (that’s more so for you) and that your body is nice and soft and hydrated. You put on your favorite lotion, rub it in, and let it dry as you do your makeup, it’s nothing elaborate because something tells you Eddie is just going to smear it all off… but he likes it when your mascara runs… so you put some on anyway, a little light foundation and some lipgloss. Honestly, you really did want to contour a bit… but again he’s literally just going to fuck it right off and this was too expensive to waste

You take the blindfold in one hand and stick your other hand out like a little beak

“Hey, Eddie? I'm done! But I put on makeup… I’m not putting that blindfold on yet”

You hear his deep chuckle from over in the living room area and you know he’s shaking his head

“Come on out Princess”

You’re not sure what to be expecting… but Eddie laid out on the floor, on the bearskin rug, a fire roaring behind him as he twirls another rose in his fingers. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and lustful

“Fuck you’re beautiful”

He’s acting like he’s not the picture of the most perfect porno. He reaches behind the sofa next to his head and holds out one more box

“For me”

You look at him skeptically, stepping over and grabbing the pink box. You pull out the most gorgeous red heels you’ve ever seen, coated in little diamonds and sparkling in the light of the fire

“These are-“

“Way too high, I know. But I like to watch you struggle like a slut in them. If you don’t wanna put them on baby I don’t mind… seeing you like this? Is more than enough”

He looks like those hungry wolves in the old cartoons, drooling over your body. You decide just this once, you’ll humor him. You stand up, step into the beautiful shoes, and wobble a little, they’re higher than anything you’re really used to and you know he likes it that way

“What do you say?” He asks as he gets up, his thick cock bouncing off his thighs as he walks toward you. Your eyes are practically glued between his legs and he smirks, cupping your chin and lifting your head to look into his eyes. He squeezes your chin and you hiss a little, his grip firm

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Princess”

“T-thank you d-daddy. They’re so beautiful”

“Walk for me?” He does ask, because he doesn’t want you breaking your neck in those. You nod slowly, turning around with your arms slightly raised at your sides for balance. You walk a ways away, looking just a bit like Bambi as you stumble a little. You hear him groan softly, knowing exactly what he’s doing before you even turn around. You do a little spin, nearly toppling over but keeping upright as you walk back toward him, watching the way he strokes his cock slowly, his precum dripping onto the floor

“Jesus, you’re gonna be the death of me. Look at you” He pats your head lovingly “My sweet little bimbo is almost as tall as I am in those”

Your cheeks flush as you look away from him, his words so sweetly degrading. He tilts his head, taking your figure in for a moment before grinning devilishly

“You’re so good at listening… maybe there is something in there” He taps your forehead, leaning in and giving you a little kiss on it.

“On your knees”

He holds your hands, helping you down. You settle on your legs, looking up at him so sweetly, so innocently. He knows exactly what you’re doing as he holds your cheeks in his hands

“Oh, you think you’re so perfect huh? You think you can just bat those little eyelashes… and I’ll be easy on you”

You gulp as he pulls your head closer to his cock, you wrap your lips around the tip, sucking softly as you keep your eyes on him

“You remember your safe signal?” He looks at you seriously for a moment and you nod, pulling off of him

“Mhm, I bite… Gently!!”

“Which is not to be confused with?” He asks, rubbing his cock on your lips, painting them with the real lipgloss he likes on you

“If I accidentally use teeth” you blush “It needs to be a real bite”

“That’s my good girl” He pats your cheek “and you’re supposed to remember?”

“Daddy can handle a little pain if it means stopping when I’m very serious about it”

“Alright sweet girl” He taps your lips and you scoot forward, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He groans softly as he slides his cock in, taking a moment to enjoy the wet warmth surrounding him. He bobs your head back and forth slowly before pulling you closer, making you take more of him

“Oh, fuck” He draws out the word as he fucks your face, He can't help but buck his hips, thrusting deeper into your warm mouth, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, his voice thick with arousal. "Show me how much you want it."

You take him in more, bobbing your head faster as your tongue wraps around his cock, dragging the tip of it along that thick vein. Your eyes roll back as you suck his cock, the sounds of your choking slightly are music to his ears

Eddie's back arches, his entire body tensing as you take him even deeper, your tongue teasing him in all the right places. He can feel the heat building up inside him, threatening to spill over.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he pants, his voice hoarse with need. "You're gonna make me lose control, baby."

He can't help but thrust harder into your mouth, his hips moving in a primal rhythm. Eddie's eyes flutter shut, his hands tightening in your hair, guiding your movements as he nears the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he warns you, his voice a low growl. "I'm gonna fill your pretty little mouth."

You moan around his cock, making eye contact with him like you’re begging him to do it, begging him to explode in your mouth so you can swallow every last drop

Eddie's body shudders, his release overwhelming as he erupts into your mouth. He groans loudly, his hips jerking as he fills you with his seed. He holds your head in place, giving you time to swallow every drop before he finally pulls back, his breathing ragged.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he pants, his eyes still locked on yours. "You're a natural at this."

He bends down to press a kiss to your forehead, his hand smoothing your hair. "Now, let's see what else you can do, hmm?" he grins, already hardening again in anticipation. He doesn’t hesitate to yank your babydoll over your head, just ripping your thong right off your body. He makes you leave the heels on, he loves fucking you in heels

You crawl over to the bearskin rug, in front of the roaring fire and lay down, still panting and wiping your lips with the tip of your finger to make sure you’ve gotten every last drop. You look over at him, biting the tip of your finger, and slowly spread your legs for him

“Like this daddy?”

Eddie watches your every move, arousal still burning hot within him. He follows you to the rug, crawling over to you as you lie down. He hovers over you, his hand reaching out to brush your hair back from your face.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "I want to make you feel as good as you've made me." He takes a moment, kissing your body, savoring the sweet taste of your skin, the soft feeling against his lips.

Eddie settles between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he positions himself at your entrance. He looks into your eyes, his own dark with desire as he slowly pushes into you, groaning at the tight, wet heat that surrounds him.

"You ready for me, baby girl?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to take you so hard, I don't think you'll ever want it to end."

Your thighs tremble as you nod at him, delighting in the tight grip he has on you

“Fuck me, Daddy, god fuck I need you so badly”

He loves when you get like this, whiny and hot and needy, senseless for his cock

Eddie smirks at you, his eyes filled with lust. He takes your eagerness as a cue to thrust into you harder, his hips rocking in a fierce rhythm. He feels your tightness, your wetness, and it's enough to push him over the edge again.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his grip on your thighs tightening. "You feel so good, baby."

He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as his hips continue to pound into you. Your body is slick with sweat, and his muscles tense as he loses himself in the heat of the moment.

As he picks up the pace, Eddie's thrusts become harder, more aggressive, his breaths coming in ragged pants. He reaches down, his thumb brushing against your clit with each thrust, watching as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "I'm not gonna last much longer."

He can feel the heat building up again, the edge of release beckoning. Eddie's movements become more frenzied, his grip on your thighs tightening as he drives into you.

"Come for me, baby," he demands, his voice low and commanding. "Let me feel you shake around me."

His own orgasm crashes over him, his body shuddering as he spills himself inside you. He holds himself deep within you, his breaths coming in short, panting gasps as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

You cum with him, gripping the fake fur of the rug beneath you, sobbing his name over and over, as he shoves his cock in you, grinding it in and stuffing his cum deep inside

Eventually, he pulls out, collapsing beside you, his arm draped over your waist. "God, that was incredible," he whispers, his heart pounding in his chest. "You're incredible."

You shake your head deliriously, slowly, side to side “No, you’re incredible” you giggle, rolling into his chest as he wraps his arm around you

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so in love” He whispers in your ear as he nuzzles against your neck, your bodies sticking together, your breathing starting to level out.

“I don’t think I have either” You smile sleepily, snuggling back into him. The warmth of the fire and his strong arms starting to pull you down into a peaceful sleep

“You know, I don’t think I mind being snowed in with you… maybe we should come on vacation here more often”

“You mean it??” You blink up at him and he kisses your nose

“Oh hell yes, especially if it means doing this over and over and over again, snowed in or not”

After a while, you pass out in his arms as he hums softly to you, rubbing your bare side slowly, enjoying your naked body pressed into him. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, enjoying the soft scent of sex clinging to you that he knows you hate to wake up to. So he pulls himself away from you, smirking at the way you frown a little, and goes to the bathroom.

It’s pretty romantic in there already, he pulls out some candles from the vanity and sets those up around the large jetted tub. He sits on the edge, turning on the hot water and adding your favorite soap to it. As he waits for the water to fill he sets up a nice fluffy towel for you and your favorite pink silk robe with your name embroidered in the corner

He turns off the water, swishing his hand through it to make sure it’s the right temperature before heading out to come grab you. You’ve managed to curl up into a little ball closer to the fire like you were searching for warmth. He easily picks you up, smiling when you cuddle into his chest, and walks into the bathroom

“Y/N? Baby girl, it’s time to wake up…” He bounces you a little as he sets you down on the toilet first, waking you up just enough to pee. You lean heavily on him, still half asleep as you clean yourself up and he walks you over to the sink and helps you wash your hands.

“Come on cutie, it’s bath time” You’re a bit more awake now, stumbling toward the tub as he holds onto your hands, guiding you

“You drew me a bath?” You ask sweetly and he smiles, stepping into the tub backward and helping you in

“Mhm, and I’m going to wash your hair and help clean you up too” He gets you into the tub before sitting down and reaching out for you. You straddle his lap, putting your chest against his and nuzzling into his neck, your body automatically relaxing in the warm water.

He trails his fingers up and down your spine, making you squirm a bit and he smiles as he starts to rub your shoulders

“You like that hm? You like daddy’s hands on you?”

You nod slowly, adjusting yourself a bit, your hips tilting forward and he kisses your neck, cupping the back of your head and pulling you closer to his lips. He continues to massage you, his fingers working their way down your arms, his thumb brushing over your pulse.

“You feel so good in my lap,” he tells you, his voice a low rumble “Right where my pretty little girl belongs”

Eddie's hand moves to your chest, gently cupping your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple. "I want to make love to you all night, baby," he promises, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you ready for round two?"

“Nice and slow?” You breathe against his lips, tilting your head as you kiss him passionately

Slow and gentle it is," he agrees, his hand moving from your breast to your thigh, spreading your legs.

He positions himself at your entrance once more, his eyes locked on yours. "You're so beautiful, and I'm so lucky to have you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

Eddie slides into you, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. He can feel your tightness, your wetness, and it's all he can do not to rush.

"This is for you, baby," he whispers, his voice low and intimate. "I want to give you everything you want and more."

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and measured, his hands gripping your hips. The water laps at your skin, the candles flickering in the dim light.

Eddie's gaze is fixed on your face, watching your reactions as he takes you, his own pleasure building with each passing second. He can feel the tension coiling within him, but he refuses to rush, wanting to savor every moment.

"You feel so good, baby," he breathes, his voice thick with desire. "So tight and wet around me."

He continues to move, his pace increasing ever so slightly, his body pressing against yours, their skin slick with water. The room is filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet slapping of their bodies.

Eddie's hands move to your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples as he continues to thrust. The water splashes around you, staying in the tub as you lay your head back, your hands planted firmly on his shoulders

“Cum in me, please Daddy cum in me” you gasp, breathless as he dicks you down slowly. His thrusts slow, hips snapping into yours harshly as you finish around him, your body shaking as you bite down on his shoulder, your hips grinding down onto him, taking him as deep as you possibly can

Eddie's body shudders, his release imminent as you beg for him to fill you. He groans, his hips jerking as he spills himself inside you once more. He leans down to press a kiss to your neck, his breathing ragged as he collapses onto you, spent.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he whispers, his hand holding your hair. "I could do this all night."

He holds you close, your bodies still joined, the water lapping at your skin. The candles flicker, casting a soft, romantic glow over the room.

“You wanna stay like this for a bit?” He murmurs, kissing your cheek gently. You lay your head on his shoulder, pull your arms into your chest, and adjust yourself on his cock

“Yes please” Your hand comes up, cupping his neck and snuggling into his chest and he smiles, stroking your hair softly

“Alright baby girl we can stay like this as long as you want”

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