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fubu18writes · 6 months

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❧a sugar daddy always treats his sugar baby right

♢regular tags: sugar daddy!kokonoi, sugar baby!reader, f!reader, established relationship, a bit fluffy ♢mature tags: age gap (koko is in his mid-thirties, reader is in their early 20s), oral (fem receiving), a bit of cock worship if you squint, nipple play if you also squint, idk what it's called but reader puts koko's dick inbetween her breasts (i think it's a titjob or titfucking look idk about this), squirting ♢all characters are 18+ until stated otherwise

a/n: imma just say that... kokonoi can be gentle if he wanted to, okay?

After spending the day drinking vodka by the pool, you returned to your hotel room... only to discover that you were locked out. A cleaning lady eyed her suspiciously as you wander around the hall with only a bikini and a towel to cover your body.

And because you were a little bit angry at your boyfriend Kokonoi, you decided to stay in separate hotel rooms. Luckily... he was staring on the same floor as you.

You were hesitant once you made it to his room number, but you decided to throw your pride away and just knock on the door.

A few seconds pass by before you heard the door unlock, revealing Koko. "Baby, what happened?" He asks, looking at your shivering figure. You looked away, a bit embarrassed. "...I lost my room key." You managed to say.

He lets you in, and you examine the room a little. The room was dimly lit, and papers were neatly placed on the table. Koko handed you a bathrobe soon after. "I'll set up the coffee, okay?" He says as he heads off into the kitchen.

You put the bathrobe on and take a seat on one of the seats near the window. Koko came back with two cups and a kettle, and you were looking at the view. "Wow... your view is so much nicer than mine," You say. You hear Koko chuckle. "Well, you can come here at any time."

"I'm sorry about all of this," You apologize, referring to the fight you had a few days ago.

Koko shook his head. "No, don't apologize. It was my fault for not telling you anyway." He reassures.

There was a comfortable silence as he poured the coffee in the cups, admiring him as he does so. Long, white hair, cat-like eyes, a black polo shirt and khakis. While he may be snarky and cocky in public, to you, he was one of the sweetest persons you could ever ask for. Even if the age difference was a little jarring at first.

In other words, you found Kokonoi Hajime irresistable.

The both of you talked, laughed, and flirted for about an hour or so. By this time, you came out of the bathroom, all dried up. Koko was sipping some whiskey from his glass, and looked at you with a smile. "Your hair looks pretty like that, all curly." He says with a chuckle.

"Ah... no, I feel goofy with curly hair..." You say, your face turning red.

Koko let out another chuckle, rolling the ice cubes in his glass. "Not at all, really. And considering that we're not in the office..." His tone was definitely suggesting something, and you could feel it. "We can do whatever we want here..." He finishes, placing the glass down on the table before putting a hand on your thigh. At that, you leaned in and kissed him, the faint taste of whiskey still lingering on his lips.

The kiss was incredible. The bathrobe became untied as they traded tongues. She felt his grip on her thigh, his touch firm yet restrained. When you both pulled away from the kiss, you took his hand and led him to the couch. Koko was sitting, yet you were still standing up. Koko reclines, and you noticed the contour of his swelling dick in his pants. You leaned over, placing your hands on his upper thighs, allowing your breasts to dangle in front of his face.

"I just dried myself up, daddy," You say with a giggle. "You're going to make me all wet again..."

Koko let out a grin as you go down, carefully unbuttoning his pants. You pull them down, seeing his boxers and the head of his dick poking out of the bottom. You slowly climbed on top of Koko, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you both kissed again.

Koko's hands stay firm on your ass as you grind on his hardened shaft. You were the first to pull away from the kiss, untying the strings of your bikini top, throwing it to the side to show your breasts and hardened nipples. "Look how my baby's turned on f'me..." Koko took her left one in his hand, and brought the pink nipple into his mouth.

You threw your head back in ecstasy. He lightly licked your nipple, and you could feel your bikini bottom becoming damp again. You clumsily pulled off his boxers, his dick springing up as you took it in your hand. His girth was impressive, and your hand looked small by comparison as you gently squeezed dick. You heard Koko groaning, giving you lustful eyes. "You like touching daddy's cock, baby?"

"I do..." You say with a shy whisper. "It's so big...~" You continue before kissing him again, crawling over to him on the other side of the couch. Koko took your ankles, jerking your hips close to him. You had curious anticipation in your eyes, and you let out a gasp when he tore away your bikini bottoms in one forceful tug. Koko saw your smile, your hair frizzy in the dim light before eyeing your pussy hungrily. He thumbed her glossed lips, taking her into his mouth as you grip onto his hair.

Koko could feel you squirming, and that only drove him to go deeper. The grip on his hair suddenly tightened as you moaned out, "Oh, fuck...~ daddy, do it more...~" and grinded on his face. Your ankles were shivering with pleasure, with Koko's hand on her inner thigh, and squeezed her breasts with the other. He pinched the edges of her nipple.

It was too much, all too much. You were close to cumming on his face before Koko came out for air, brushing his hair out of his face. The both of you were panting like animals from the sensation. You moved, turning yourself over and you felt the fabric of the couch on your nipples. You hoisted your ass in the air, despite your trembling legs. You turned to him, sounding out of breath as you asked, "Do you have a condom, daddy?"

Koko had one, of course... but he wasn't going to get it yet. "I wanna focus on my baby for a while longer, 'kay?" He asks her.

You weren't used to it. Or used to this for that matter. The farthest the both of you ever gone was just you sucking on his cock and him eating you out, but this? Nothing of the sort yet.

Maybe that was the advantage of being with an older man... he probably knew you were ready.

Without warning, Koko had licked your clit, sliding his fingers inside of her. Seeing you in this state made all the blood rush to his cock. He kept licking and playing until your toes curled, moaning out "Daddy, I-I'm gonna--!" and finally exploded into his mouth. You were out of breath, and all Koko could do was lick up every last drop of your cum. "Baby, you squirted all over...~" He says with a chuckle.

You were a bit embarrassed. "S-Sorry, daddy... it just felt too good..."

"You think you're ready for daddy's cock?" Koko asks as he leaves kisses on your neck. You only tilt your head to the side, managing out a whimper as he bites down on your sweet spot. "I think that's a yes."

Koko stood up, walking over to the bathroom and returned with a condom, his dick saluting her. He fixes the bathrobe, draping it on the couch. Koko applied the condom right in front of you. You could only clench against nothing, and you swore that you saw his cock twitch.

You held your breath, as she felt Koko gliding behind her. The couch began to creak, and you felt his tip just against your pussy before he slid the head inside of you. "T-Too big...~!" You moaned out, your legs shaking again as you gripped on the armrest. "Tell me if it hurts," He says earnestly as his fingers graze her hip.

Like a dream, their bodies move together in a timeless rhythm. You slowly eased his cock into you and rode him steadily. The soft glow of the lamp, their skin gleaming with sweat. "Fuuckkk...~" You moaned out. "D-Daddy...~ F-Fuck me deeper...~"

Koko slapped his hand on your ass, earning another moan from you. "Say that again, baby~"

"F-Fuck me deeper...~!" You moaned loudly.

The sound of their fucking echoed in the hotel room. You had to stabilize yourself, lowering your left leg until you felt the carpet on your bare foot. "Oh god, oh god...!" Your tits sway back and forth. "It feels s-so good, f-fuck me harder...~!"

You came a second time, with him inside as your spine cringed and curved. You let out a shout until your voice ran out. You saw Koko looming over you, and he takes off the condom with his left hand, jerking himself off.

You pressed your tits in between his cock, helping him. "Oh, fuck, baby..." He out a groan, his cock twitching as he released his essence all over. You felt his warm, white cum all generously all over your chest.

They basked in the afterglow of their sex, breathless. "Shit..." You say with a laugh. "I can't stop smiling..."

"You were incredible, baby." Koko kissed your forehead. "You held out and squirted all f'me...~"

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sweetbonniebel · 1 month

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Jaes's hen jēdar

God's of the sky

Twelve

Summary: Only a few months passed since the previous chapter but the year changed. A plot is discovered!

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123 AC Bloodstone, Stepstones

"Your Highness a letter from the capitol." Maester Roland approached you, handing you the scroll.

"Thank you, Roland." You said your thanks and the grey dressed man retreated to his wing.

"What is it mother?" Nymor asked trying to peek at the parchment, you chuckled at his eagerness.

"If you'll let me read I will tell you." He obediently moved away but waited impatiently.

"It is from Princess Rhaenyra." You announced skimming over the letters

"What does it say?" Nymor questioned, his need for knowledge insatiable.

"She will arrive on Bloodstone in a moons time, an important matter is to be settled." You answered a bit unsure of what the important matter is.

"Will Jace, Luke and Joffrey come too?" He asked.

"Perhaps." You mumbled caressing your swollen belly as you strolled with your second son through castle Bloodfyre. "Do you not wish to join Derran in Dorne?" You questioned

"I prefer to stay close to you, mother." He answered, and you couldn't help the smile that crept on your lips. You pressed a kiss to his curly silver hair.

The celebration for Aegon's six and tenth name day will happen in a moons time, half the realm was invited to castle Bloodfyre to celebrate such a joyous occasion. You were getting a migraine organising the whole affair, your pregnancy and constant tiredness didn't help either. Thankfully Daemon was a big help.

You walked with Nymor to the gardens, you could hear the familiar screeching of Aegarax, Gaelithox and Aerion's unnamed hatchling. The three baby dragons chased after one another occasionally breathing small bubbles of fire.

If the hatchlings were there it meant your sons were nearby. You walked to see Baelon, Vhaenor and Aerion listen intently to Daemon as two maids followed after them.

"Husband?" You questioned interrupting whatever Daemon was saying.

"Wife." he answered and slowly walked over to you, your boys being the first ones to run to you. Except for Aerion who was held by Daemon, the boy was almost one already.

"What were you telling them?"

"A story of their grandfather." He responded pressing a kiss to your lips, Aerion making a dissatisfied noise.

"Did you enjoy your fathers story?" You asked Baelon and Vhaenor who nodded quickly busy with talking to Nymor. Your second son eagerly answering their questions.

"Rhaenyra will arrive soon." You stated, glancing at your husband.

"Hmm? Whatever for?"

“She didn’t say. Only that an important matter has to be discussed.” You murmured.

“You’re as thick as thieves I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.”

You hummed agreeing to Daemon’s words. Your sons scurried off elsewhere leaving the two of you alone.

“How much will her visit cost us?” Daemon suddenly asked.

“I’m not sure, she didn’t specify as to who will accompany her. I think it is a rather discreet matter, a big entourage would prove to be a hassle. Why?”

“I have been going over the books regarding our spending. The port is doing well, the trade is blossoming but the cost of building a castle is still quite large.”

“Has dragon fire not reduced the costs enough all ready?” You questioned.

“That’s not the issue, the issue is gathering materials. We live on a group of islands where stone is most common. Shipping wood is a rather costly and tedious.”

“Then we plant trees.” You answered

“Those will not grow in time, my love.”

“I know but it’s a start. We are poorly defended with a half done castle.”

“Bloodstone is the heart of trade now a days, perhaps we could indulge in fine exotic goods.”

“Such as?”

“Dragon scale or teeth. Merchants, Essosi princess would pay good money for such a rare item.”

“Perhaps… and how do you believe we collect these rare items.”

“We have five hatchlings as of now, they grow therefore loose scales and baby teeth.”

“Yes, baby teeth. But perhaps you’re right. I’ll see to it.”

“No, my wife. You should not strain yourself.” He said firmly a loving gaze in his violet orbs. He placed his large warm palm on your flat stomach. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not pregnant, Daemon.”

“Not yet, but soon.”

“And how would you know that?” You quirked a brow at him.

“Call it father’s intuition.”

You chuckled at his words. He intertwined your arms together and you strolled through the castle gardens.

“Your Highness, a letter from Dorne.” One of your maids bowed and handed you to folded parchment. You nodded your head and dismissed her.

You carefully broke the orange seal and read. So many letters in one day you thought.

“What is it? Does Darren want to return home?” You stayed quiet reading the letter one more time. “My love?”

“Darren is sick, Maron writes that he suddenly fell ill and is has not woken.” You breathlessly said your fingers covering your lips. Fear overtook your body.” I should not have let him go to Dorne… I have to go.” You said and begun walking in the direction of your chambers. Daemon trailed after you.

“y/n Darren is strong. He will be fine.” He tried to reassure you

“You don’t know that!” You silently shouted stopping. “He is my son! He is just a boy, what if he doesn’t get better. I need to go to him.”

“He has the blood of the dragon a simple illness will not take him away. Our blood is immune to normal diseases.”

“He is half Rhoynish, and do you not remember the shivering sickness? The one that took little Daenerys and killed half the realm?”

“I- I will watch over the children.” He finally relented

“Thank you…” You quickly kissed his lips and resumed the walk to your chambers.

You changed into a bronze and black riding leathers, and quickly departed to find Vermithor.

…

Sunspear looked serene from above. Merchants, artisans, farmers and other small folk filled the streets. The old Palace stood grand in the middle of the bustling city.

The sun high in the air illuminated the stained glass windows. Adding colour to the castle made of beige sandstone.

The bronze fury landed on the outskirts of the city, where he once rested during your time in Sunspear. A horse and armed guards were already waiting near the city gates.

“Princess y/n.” They bowed their heads and handed you the reigns to a beautiful white sand steed.

“Thank you, we must go quickly.” You ordered and galloped through the streets. The courtyard was mostly empty, Moran was already awaiting your presence.

“Good brother.” You approached and took of your gloves, letting Moran kiss the back of your hand.

“Good sister.” He answered “Darren is in his chambers.”

“When did this happen?” You quietly questioned, worried that if you were any louder your voice would betray you.

“Two days ago. The maesters are not sure as to what happened to him. He was fine and suddenly he collapsed.”

“My poor boy.” You whispered to yourself. “Have the maesters checked for poison?”

“No princess… Who would want to poison a child?” Maron was distraught.

“He is not just a child, Maron. He is the prince of Dorne.” You didn’t trust the maesters not even the ones who served in your home. You much preferred the healers from Braavos and Volantis. They were skilled and unbiased. The Citadel was in Old Town, it is dominion of Hightowers.

“Have any of the Essosi healers looked at him?” You questioned.

“No… The Maesters have said that they would do more harm than good.”

“And do you trust them?”

“To trust a man is a feat I think not many have achieved.”

“Do you trust me then?”

Maron looked a bit unsure at your questioned but nodded nonetheless.

“You were my brothers wife, you have two Dornish children. We are family.”

“Then as your family I advise you not to trust those grey rats.”

Maron was stunned.

“I will send for the healers that serve me on Bloodstone. For now I would like to be alone with my son.” You said as you approached the door to Darren’s chambers. Your good brother nodded and retreated. You entered the room to find a maester and few servants. “Out. All of you.” You ordered voice ice cold.

“Your highness, if you would give me a moment. I have not finished the treatment.”

“I do not care, leave.” You ordered, the elderly man hesitated but left after offering a small bow.

Tears danced in the corners of your eyes as you looked at Darren. His sun kissed skin was now sickly pale, you could see his chest moving up and down very slowly. As if the act of breathing brought him pain. You kneeled at his bedside and took his frail hand in yours pressing it to your forehead.

“My son.” You whispered tears choking your throat “My boy… What have they done to you?”

You were not a religious person by any means. The only gods you paid respect to were the gods of Old Valyria but in that moment, you would pray to any god out there. Preform a dozen sacrifices if it meant that Darren would get better.

“Mother…” He wheezed, your eyes shot up to see Darren’s misty ones staring back at you.

“Darren!” Tears streamed down your cheeks as you embraced his laying body. “Oh my son, my sweet boy.”

“Mummy” He cried “It hurts..!”

“What hurts tell me.” You frantically moved around him. He didn’t answer only stared with tears in his eyes and a pained expression.

“Sleep..” he croaked “Night..”

“What..?” You questioned

“Rat..” he slipped off to unconsciousness.

“Darren?” You meekly asked mulling over his words. “Sleep? Night? Rat?”

Was he poisoned? But by who and with what? You spent hours next to his bedside, hoping, praying for an answer.

You slowly rose from your feet and left the chamber. A lonely guard was standing in front of the door.

“Guard this entry. No one may enter until I return.” You ordered.

“As you command princess.” He straightened his back.

You slowly made your way to the maesters wing, knocking gently.

“Maester?” You questioned “I’m sorry for intruding at such a late hour but there is a matter of grace importance I wish to discuss.”

You heard shuffling and footsteps, the door slightly opened revealing the Maester.

“Your highness, how can I be of service?” He let you in into his solar. Various books and concoctions were scattered throughout the room.

"It is about my son." you answered taking a seat, the elderly man doing the same. "If i may ask maester where are you from?"

"A peculiar question, your highness." You raised and eyebrow and ushered him "I was born and raised in Oldtown."

“A magnificent city isn’t it? Never had the pleasure to visit.” You murmured.

“Yes, magnificent indeed.”

“Hmm… tell me what happened to your prince.” You ordered, the man furrowed his eyebrows.

“A terrible thing, the prince seemed to be fine lively and brave as he usually is. Then the other day he suddenly collapsed and hasn’t woken since.” He concluded.

“Collapsed where?”

“I do not know, your highness. I have tended to him in his chambers.”

“And you didn’t think to ask where he suddenly fell?”

“At the moment no. I think it was in the gardens.”

“You think?”

“Pardon me, I was quite overwhelmed with stabilizing the princes life to ask.”

“Hmm” You nodded fixing your posture in the uncomfortable chair “What do you suspect his is?”

“Oh it is quite difficult to tell, his symptoms are fatigue, headaches.”

“You’re a maester, tell me your diagnosis as of now.” You hardened your stare at the grey rat.

“I would suspect it is perhaps a sun stroke.”

“Thank you maester, I apologize if I have been rude. I simply worry for my son.”

“It is natural for mothers to worry for their children.” He nodded, you left his chambers. Your blood boiling, he is an accomplice he has to be.

For now you had to take your son with you. You were a fool to believe he would be safe here in his home. Dorne only recently and begrudgingly joined the seven kingdoms. The other kingdoms influence was scarce, especially the crownlands. The Dornishmen valued their independence above anything, that was proven during the conquest. Perhaps they feel betrayed by your husband and son who agreed and upholded the tract made with your grandsire.

Thoughts swarmed your head as you approached your son’s door. A maid waited by the entrance tray in hand.

“Princess.” The guard acknowledged your presence slightly startling the poor girl.

“Who are you?” You questioned not recognizing the maid.

“Celia, your highness.” You noticed she did not posses the accent that most Dornish had.

“And what are you doing here?” You approached the younger girl.

“I bring tea and medicine to the prince.” She quietly answered, you could see her hands trembling.

“Calm down, child.” You said “I’ll take this off your hands.” You tried to grab the tray but the girl evaded. “No..!” She said a bit panicked.

“No?”

“I-I the kitchens instructed me to deliver this to the prince myself.”

“And whose order in the kitchen is more important than that of a princess?” You questioned.

“Yours, your highness.” She meekly answered. You took the tray from her and the guard stationed outside his door opened it for you. Before entering you leaned into the man’s ear.

“Keep an eye on her.” You whispered, the man solemnly nodded.

You placed the tray with the medicine on the table. You raised the steaming cup to your nose and took a whiff. A rather sharp and irritating smell hit your nose. This was not tea, that much you can tell. You have dabbled in herbs and medicine in your youth. Often making concoctions for your grandsire and then husband.

If this were a poison it was rare and difficult to detect. You stood in the middle of the room pondering over the events of the day. You sighed and walked over to the door.”

“Bring me the girl.” You ordered the guard, he obliged and a few moment later a knock interrupted your thoughts.

The maid from before was slightly shaking in the guards hold.

“Do not fret, Celia. Come, sit.” You invited the servant girl to the table. The cup of tea still steaming.

The girl was squirming under your gaze, her gaze was focused on her lap.

“Are you Dornish?” You questioned, she slightly shook her head.

“No.” She whispered timidly.

“Where?”

“I am from a small village east of the Honeywine river.”

“Oh? You must be scared being in an unfamiliar land.”

She simply nodded.

“Who sent you here?”

“My father is a merchant from Oldtown, we moved to Sunspear for better opportunities.”

“What a touching story, you must be parched my dear.” You smiled slightly “Drink.” You ordered moving the cup in her direction.

“That tea is for the prince, your highness.” She objected.

“The prince is unconscious. He will not mind.”

“I cannot it would be improper of me-“

“Improper? As much as refusing an order from the princess of the realm”

“N-No”

“Drink.” You now ordered the smile disappearing from your lips. The girls eyes widened, her breath became more rapid.

She tried to steady her breath as she stared at the teacup. After a moment she took it in her hand. “I am not t-thirsty, you highness. You sent her a cold stare. She obliged and pressed the cup to her rosy, slightly parted lips.

Once the liquid was to flow through her throat she slammed the cup on the table.

“I-I cannot, I’m sorry.” Tears flowed through her nervous eyes. She hiccuped pressing her head in her hands.

“What’s in the cup?” You questioned roughly grabbing the girl by her hair and making her look at your face.

“Poison.” She wailed.

“What kind?!”

“Nightshade..! I’m sorry!”

“Who gave you the order?!” You shouted at her tightening the grip on her locks.

“There w-was a man in the kitchens! He gave me the tea and told to deliver it to the prince!”

“More!” You ordered searching for answers in her eyes.

“I do not know!”

“Say or I will feed you to fire! You tried to kill my son! A boy of only three and ten! Your prince!”

“I did not mean to.” She cried and wailed stumbling over her words.

You let go of her hair.

“Guard!” You ordered, two men walked in “Bring everyone working in the kitchens out in the courtyard.”

“Princess it is night-“

“Now!”

The two scurried off and nodded.

“You will tell me who gave you the poison meant to kill my son.”

She quickly nodded, groveling on her knees.

You stared from the balcony as the guards gathered every worker from the kitchens. The girl, Celia was standing next to you.

“Show me.” You ordered. The girl nodded and scanned the crowd. Her finger pointed towards a man, tall and rather skinny. You nodded at the guards and they took the screaming and trashing man to the dungeons.

From the corner of your eye you beckoned a knight over.

“Make sure the Maester doesn’t leave his chambers.”

He bowed and left, his armor rattling with every step. You handed to girl to another knight. You will questioned the both of them in the morning. For now you needed rest.

…

You stared with disdain at the man before you, kneeling and chained.

“Name.”

“Harrold.” He answered, his confidence not wavering.

“Were you the one to poison my son? Your prince.” You calmly asked, the man shook his head and you nodded at the dungeon master. He took a step forward in his hand were heavy metal pincers. The burly man grabbed Harrold’s hand and with the pincers he grabbed his nail and pulled. The man wailed in pain.

“Will you tell the truth now?” He cried and cried.

“Y-yes!” You nodded at the dungeon master to remove another nail.

“That was for admitting that you were lying before. Now speak!”

“I received the money, order and poison from a man. I-I don’t know what he was called. He just said he serves in the red keep!”

“And the girl? Celia?”

“She’s just a servant!”

“And the man, tell me more!”

“I-I do not know!” Another nail another scream.

“Who was the man?!” You demanded.

"I don't know! He just gave me the poison!"

"No ordinary man can afford such a poison... or make one!" You nodded at the dungeon master to remove another nail.

"T-The maester!" He finally screamed out in pain.

"What of the maester!?"

"He m-made the poison! A man just gave it to me!"

“What was he wearing?”

“A-a cloak!”

“What color?!”

“G-green.” He croaked out, and it is as if time stopped.

Green

…

A fortnight passed and Darren begun waking up more and more. His strength was coming back, the color in his face and eyes as well.

You watched with fondness as he devoured a duck roasted in honey with potatoes on the side. A cup of honey milk in a cup next to him. A food taster was now present for every meal he ate.

“Mummy, are you well?” He asked.

“I should be the one to ask you that, my love.” You mused placing a spare strand of brown hair behind his ear.

“You’re pale, and you do not eat.”

“I simply am worried for you.”

“Really? You look like this every time you’re with a babe.”

His words stunned you, and then you thought. You were not missing your moon blood, not yet anyway. You felt fine, tired but you wrote of the tiredness as a result of your son’s poisoning.

“We will return home soon. Once you get strong enough.”

“I am strong enough! I want to see Aegon and Nymor and the rest of my siblings.”

“I shall think about it.”

But he was right, there was no point in keeping him in Sunspear. He would be much safer on Bloodstone.

“Your highness!” A guard burst through the doors to your son’s chamber. You frowned worried. “A dragon spotted a few leagues away from Sunspear.”

“What did the dragon look like?” You questioned.

“Golden.” The guard answered.

“Aegon...” Darren whispered hopefully. You sighed deeply palming your forehead.

“You stay here, I’ll retrieve him.” You sighed standing up and leaving his chambers. You could hear the flapping of wings and the familiar screeches of Sunfyre above the city. Vermithor bellowed glancing up at the sky.

To your surprise Aegon was not the only person riding Sunfyre.

“Nymor.” You stated a bit on edge “What are you doing here? Aegon Sunfyre is too small to saddle two people.”

The two boys jumped from the dragon and your son jumped into your arms, Aegon following.

“We heard that Darren is sick, mother. I had to see my brother.” Nymor answered a bit harshly, which was unusual for him.

“He is fine now, and you Aegon?”

“Darren is my friend.” He murmured avoiding your stern gaze.

You sighed deeply. “Very well. Come along now."

You stood in the doorway watching your sons reunite. Nymor flung himself on Darren's bed, round cheeks stained with tears. Aegon on the other hand stood next to the bed, his hands awkwardly put behind his back.

"Derran!" Nymor cried, his elder brother chuckled and caressed his curly silver locks.

"Im alright, brother." He mused "Aegon, I-... It's good so see you." He awkwardly stated.

You raised your eyebrow in surprise. They never acted like this, they were comfortable in each other's presences, often skipping lessons together or being up to no good. You had to question them about this later.

"Yes..." Aegon muttered back, slightly sheepish.

"Mummy how could you not take me with you!" Nymor complained, freeing himself from his brothers embrace.

"I did what I thought was best. What if you have fallen ill? What would I do with two sick sons." You slightly teased.

"But he wasn't sick, was he?" Aegon questioned, you sighed deeply approaching Darren's bed.

"No, he was not."

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moonlight-prose · 11 months

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✧ THE FOUNTAIN OF YOU ✧

a/n: i am not responsible for how filthy this fic. it just kept getting dirtier the longer i typed and now it's just porn very little plot. this is my first ever phoenix fic! i've had one in my wips for months now, but never actually felt great enough to complete it. so now that this is out and posted, i might actually go back and look at the old wip. for now i hope y'all enjoy!

day fourteen - nipple play + scissoring | kinktober 2023

summary: "somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. the missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart."

word count: 2.2k+

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, nipple play, scissoring, cumplay sort of, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, dom!phoenix.

“Tell me what you like and I’ll do it to you.”

Words spoken against your ear in the midst of chaos. You came to the bar in the hopes of having a drink to dispel the day of all its stress. A small moment to yourself before you went home to an empty apartment and an even emptier bedroom. The interaction hadn’t started out as anything at first. You ran into her—literally—as you were trying to squeeze through the crowd to find a seat. And she led you to a stool before depositing a beer in front of you with a wink.

That was that. You watched her walk away to join a group of people wearing the exact same uniform as her.

Until it was her turn to find something to drink, and she found herself leaning against the bar, talking to you. The hand nearest to your body found itself curled around your hip to keep you close as someone shoved behind you. Her face tilted close in order for you to hear her better over the noise.

And that’s when she said it. The words that practically burned a hole in your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.

Not a minute passed before you were dragging her in by the collar and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. All in the hopes that you weren’t reading this situation wrong. She had smiled, cupped the nape of your neck, and tugged you back in. Her tongue sliding along your bottom lip with enough eagerness to have your body melting against hers. Your soft moan being swallowed and traded in for a happy hum.

Twenty minutes later you found yourself in the passenger seat of her car, a hand between your thighs—shoving up the skirt you wore for work.

“Fuck you’re wet,” she murmured, fingers sliding between your folds and gathering the sticky wetness that practically drenched the seat of her car. A grin formed on her lips, eyes darkening by the second.

“F-Fuck—”

“You like that baby?” She sunk a finger into you, pulling a soft moan from your lips, your body shifting to give her better access.

Nodding, you did what you could to make the angle easier for her, aching to feel another finger slip into you. But Phoenix was a master at patience. You had yet to find that out, only grasping at what she’d told you in the bar. Small pieces of her life and the job she led when she wasn’t taking the time to enjoy her life. Although from what you gathered she could barely enjoy it, only given a certain amount of time before she was called back again.

She curled another finger into you, a smile blooming on her face when you keened, head falling back into the seat and eyes fluttering shut. The top of your shirt was unbuttoned, bra pushed away, and as she rolled to a stop in the middle of a desolate street, she leaned over. Taking your nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The squelch of her fingers pumping into you echoed in the small space of her car, but that only made everything build so much more.

You could feel the sensation you normally had to fight for. The sparks that ran down your spine, curling low in your stomach, and suddenly you found yourself right there. On the edge of cumming all over her hand.

Grasping onto her neck, you kept her mouth to your breast, a high whine ripping from your throat. Your hips bucked into her hand, clit catching on the edge of her palm. It was too much. Nearly overwhelming you as she continued to work you over the edge, rising quickly to capture your mouth in a debauched kiss as you broke. It rolled through you like a fucking tidal wave. Nearly sending you crashing into her body. A cry bounced off the car’s interior, body trembling when she continued to stimulate you.

Yet her kiss was different. Soft and inviting. As if she was placing a promise there on your smeared lipstick—something that told you she wasn’t done with you yet.

“We’re almost there,” she breathed against your lips, sliding her fingers out of you and pulling out a soft whine. “You wanna be a good girl for me and just sit here looking pretty?”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted as she placed her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste. The cool air felt strange against your exposed cunt; eliciting a feeling you’d never experienced before. You liked this. Being bare for her to see, but also whoever might catch a quick view in a passing car. It made you feel wanted, as if you were finally desired in a way no one had made you feel before.

Phoenix caught the sheepish look on your face, eyes glimmering with desire. The grin spread across her face again, eyes tracing down the curve of your breasts as they hung against your body. The shiny slick that was smeared on the inside of your thigh—continuing to leak steadily on the seat of her car.

“Look at you sweetie.” She pressed a hand to your thigh, nail tracing the skin softly until you shivered. “Do you like being exposed for me?”

Your gaze snapped to her, heat spreading beneath the skin of your cheeks. “I— Yeah.”

She rounded a corner into a small street of houses. Well in all honesty they could barely be construed as houses. They were more cottages than anything else. But you could recognize the blue car from the bar parked across the street where she stopped—her place resembling each one.

Although on a closer inspection you realized her home stood out just a bit more. The flowers in the front were a beautiful array of pinks and reds. Comfortable chairs were set out on the porch, each one with a pillow—a table in between that seemed to be used for morning coffees. Her home looked warm. Soft in all the ways she was, yet still holding onto that aspect of safety she exuded the second you ran into her.

“C’mon,” she said softly, tapping your thigh and drawing up the top of your shirt. “I’ll make you a coffee.”

“You don’t have to,” you replied, pulling down your skirt as you got out, keeping yourself covered as she led you up the front walkway.

She shrugged, opening the door with ease and discarding her jacket on a hook. “I want to.”

So you found yourself curled on her couch, a cup of coffee in your hands, and a soft song playing in the background. You spoke to her about your life. Your job and how it was slowly starting to grate on your nerves. The dreams you wished you had pursued instead of a boring cubicle that kept you hidden from the world. And she returned in kind. Telling you about what being a pilot for the Navy was actually like. Especially when it came down to being a woman in the Navy.

The clock ticked on the mantle, several hours passing, yet you found that time moved far too quickly around her. You wanted to stay here. To wake up and enjoy coffee on the porch, to see what the remainder of her house looked like. But what you were there for stared at you in the face—the want from earlier slowly seeping back into your veins.

“How’s the coffee?” she asked, already knowing that the drink had gone cold in favor of you staring at the way her top was unbuttoned. The curve of her breasts peeking out.

“Hm?” You jolted back to the present, mouth watering and eyes slightly dazed. “Oh. It’s delicious.”

“It’s cold.”

That all too delicious heat returned once more, spreading up your neck. “I was…um…”

She smiled, pulling the mug out of your hands and depositing it on the table—her other hand curling around your jaw. “You’re really cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Even if you wanted to answer, the words were stuck on your tongue as she moved closer. Her lips finding yours in the dimly lit room. Swallowing your soft whine with her tongue that slid deeply against yours. Her other hand gripped your hip, tugging you forward until you had no choice but to curl your leg around her. Finding yourself in her lap, her hands tugging at your top to get it off. You had come to the conclusion that she liked to toy with your nipples. Her teeth latched onto one again, laving her hot tongue along it until you were grinding against her.

“Oh f-fuck,” you choked, gripping onto the back of her neck. “Wanna taste you.”

She grinned against your skin. “You will baby. You will. I’ve got something in mind first though.”

Nodding before she could tell you what it was, you let her push you off the couch as her hands grasped for your skirt. The way she stripped you was slow. Soft touches and whispered compliments of how pretty you were. All of it mixing to make your head spin, your chest heaving with the breaths that left you quicker than you could take them in. She consumed you with her eyes, made you feel everything with her hands, and yet…you wanted more.

You wanted to sear tonight in your mind. Forever remembering the way she had taken you apart so delicately.

She led you to the floor, her clothes now discarded in the same pile as yours—her mouth devouring you in a kiss that made your body burn. Fingers slid down your hips, tracing the soft lines that stretched across your hips, and dipped her tongue along yours. Tasting the coffee off your tongue. Phoenix found she preferred the bitterness from your mouth over her mug—the flavor sensual and rich.

“Spread your legs for me baby,” she murmured against your jaw.

You listened to her without hesitation, allowing her to completely take the reins—putting your mind at ease for the first time all week. It felt euphoric to be this willing for her. To let her mold you however she wanted. There was something about her that pulled at your body—calling to you in a way it hadn’t before. Hovering over you, she watched with parted lips and red stained cheeks as she slid into position. Her cunt pressing over yours until her slick coated the top of your mound.

A depraved grunt echoed in her chest, nails digging into your thigh as she watched your face contort in pleasure. A gasp ripping from your chest when she moved. Her hips grinding over yours perfectly. You felt her clit, felt the way her cunt spread just right causing her slick to mix with yours.

“So pretty for me,” she whispered, cupping your breast and running a thumb over your nipple. She moved higher, cupping your chin in her soft palm, thumb now moving to press against your bottom lip—easing your mouth open. “Should I ride this perfect mouth next?”

Your eyes nearly rolled back. “Please.”

“I’ll cum in your mouth next baby.” It was a promise. Not a question. You knew that the second the words hit your ears and it made another wave of heat rush over your body.

“N-Natasha—” You shuddered when she dragged along your cunt, her hand curving around your hip to hold you in place.

A moan left her lips, forehead scrunched and eyes focused on the way you practically leaked for her—coating her inner thighs. “Gonna cum over this pussy first though.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, fingers clawing at the carpet beneath you.

“You want that sweetie?”

You nodded, gaze snapping back to her as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around your nipple. She rode you even harder, her hips colliding with yours and suddenly you found you could hardly breathe. The burning thrill of pleasure now overtaking your entire body. When her teeth latched onto your nipple, breath hot against your skin, you felt everything fall into place. The feelings she had wrought from you now laid bare along the rug. Just as you were.

They told you that this was more. That you would wake up to see her again.

Her voice moaning your name against your body undid your very being. The last drag of her clit against yours ripped free a broken shout as you fell over the edge. It was powerful. Nearly sending you into a state of dizziness, but you let it consume you completely—drowning you in the scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against yours.

She followed soon after, keeping her promise. Cumming with a shout, she pressed her lips to yours, her his jerking over you until it became too much. But you felt the wetness against your cunt. The way it trailed down your ass and into the carpet. No doubt staining the color.

“Where the fuck have you been all this time?” she breathed against your lips, a smile being pressed into her small kiss.

You felt a flutter go through your chest, as she moved, pulling you into her lap until your knees were pressed to the floor. “Waiting for you I guess.”

“No more waiting,” she replied, hands sliding down to your ass and lips dragging along your jaw. “Stay.”

You could picture it in your mind. Sitting on that porch with her, drinking coffee in the mornings. Conversations that turned into flirting that turned into so much more. Somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. The missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart.

#natasha 'phoenix' trace #natasha trace x f!reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x you #natasha trace x y/n #phoenix x reader #phoenix x y/n #natasha trace smut #top gun: maverick #my writing #kinktober 2023

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lee-laurent · 11 days

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Oceans Apart - John Marino

summary: leaving her entire life behind to go to utah was never her plan. but for john… who knows

wc: 1.8k

content: fluff, mentions of the trade :(, but mostly fluff! kissing, tiny bit of angst

notes: REQUESTED BY AN ANON!!!!! some love for johnny :) hope it's everything you imagined and more! keep requesting guys! i loveeee hearing your ideas and making them into realities !!

John just stared down at his phone in disbelief, hearing the general manager's voice on repeat in his mind.

"You've been traded to Utah."

Utah. He thought maybe it was all just a dream, he'd wake up to Alice rubbing his back and asking if he was okay. But no matter how many times he pinched himself, he wasn't waking up. He had been traded. He was moving across the country. Leaving everything he'd come to know in Jersey behind for a state that just got a fucking hockey team. What about Alice? She was the first person he had to tell, the first person whose opinion actually mattered.

God, how was he going to tell her? She was finally feeling comfortable in Jersey after moving from Pittsburgh and he was going to tear that all away from her-- a second time.

He leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his hair. The room around him felt like it was closing in on him, his mind miles away. Alice had always been so supportive, so understanding of the ins and outs of dating a professional hockey player. But this... this was different. Jersey wasn't the whole other side of the country when they left Pittsburgh. Utah was. This was a life-altering move. She'd have to fly to go home to see her family.

He picked up his phone again, staring at her name in his recent calls. Right under the general manager's name. How would she react? Would she be sad? Disappointed? He hated the idea of putting her through such a massive change. They had a good thing going in Jersey, a rhythm, a routine. She had her life, her work, her friends. And now, with a decision completely out of his control, he was taking that all away.

He decided not to call her. This wasn't something he should do over the phone. She deserved more than that. He would tell her in person, face to face, holding her hand in his. But that did mean he'd have to wait. He'd have to sit there and overthink it until she got home.

The door clicked behind her as she stepped inside, her keys jingling as she threw them onto the counter. John looked up from the couch, his heart racing. Alice just smiled at him, the smile that he'd fallen so hopelessly in love with. The smile that made him feel like all in the world was right. Except tonight everything just felt wrong.

"You're home early, baby," she said, slipping off her shoes. "Dinner's on me tonight."

He tried to smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. She was observant and she knew John like the back of her hand. They'd known each other for five years, been together for four. She could tell something was off. "What's going on?"

John shifted, playing with a loose thread on the couch. "Come sit with me for a minute."

She raised an eyebrow but didn't question him. She always trusted him to speak about things when he was ready, no matter how long it took. She settled next to him, tucking her legs under her and resting a comforting hand on his knee. She always did that--offering him comfort before he even had a chance to ask for it.

"I... I got a call today," he started slowly, earning a squeeze to his leg from Alice. "I've been traded."

It was the first time he'd spoken those words out loud and it made it all feel so much more real. Alice's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't say anything. She didn't need to. He could see the surprise flicker across his face. Her stayed on his knee, telling him that she was still there, that she was still listening.

"Utah," he added, watching her closely.

Her lips parted, and for a moment, John braced himself for the worst. Maybe she'd panic, maybe she'd cry, maybe she'd pull away and break his heart. But none of that happened. Instead, her brow furrowed in the way it always did when she was trying to understand something.

"Utah..." she echoed, almost as if she was seeing how the word felt on her tongue. "When would you go?"

"Soon," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Within the next few weeks, probably."

She didn't reply, her eyes searching his face. He wished he could read her mind, wished he knew what was going through her head at that moment. Finally, she spoke up again, her voice soft like a whisper.

"How are you feeling about it?"

Her question took him by surprise. He expected her to jump straight into the logistics of the whole thing. How would they make it work? What would it mean for them? But no. Her first thought was him, how he was coping with the situation. It shouldn't have shocked him like it did. That was just the kind of person Alice was. Always thinking about him, always putting him first.

"I don't know. I mean, it's a good opportunity, but... I- I don't want to drag you across the country. Especially to a city that just got a hockey team. I know you've got your life here, and this isn't what either of us planned."

Her hand slid from his knee to his hand, her fingers tangling with his. "John, you didn't drag me anywhere. And you won't be dragging me this time either," she squeezed his hand lightly. "This isn't your fault. This is just... life. It happens."

She wasn't mad. She wasn't upset. If anything, she only really cared about him and making sure that he wasn't upset or mad. She only wanted to know if he was alright.

"You're like actually okay with this?" he asked in disbelief.

She tilted her head like a confused puppy, her eyes soft and understanding. "I mean, am I like thrilled you're being traded to Utah? Not exactly. But you and I both knew this could happen. It's just part of your job, is it not? I knew what I was signing up for the second you told you played hockey."

John nodded, still flabbergasted by her calm demeanor. He had spent the last few hours stressing over how she'd react, only for her to be the one reassuring him.

"As long as we're together," she smiled, "we'll be okay. Utah, Pittsburgh, New Jersey, or wherever else life decides to take us. We are in this together, John."

John stared at her, his brain trying to process how he'd gotten so lucky. Trying to understand how fucking in love with her he was. He squeezed her hand, before bringing it up to press a kiss on her fingertips.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered, leaning to press his forehead against hers.

"Maybe not, but you're stuck with me anyway."

He closed his eyes, taking in the calming sound of her giggles. They sat there for a while, their hands intertwined. John could feel the warmth of her fingers against his, her thumb gently tracing shapes on the back of his hand.

"So," she started, leaning back on the cushions. "Utah, huh? I've never even been there. What's it like?"

John laughed, giving her a small shrug. "I'm not entirely sure. I've only been through it, never actually stopped there in the city."

"Well, I guess we're about to find out together, aren't we?"

He blinked, her words sinking in. Together. She had said it so casually, like it wasn't even a question to her whether or not she would go along with him. He had been so worried and for what? Alice was already on board--no hesitation, no second-guessing.

"You're really okay with this?" he asked again.

"John, I told you. As long as we're in this together, we can handle it. It's not about the location--its about us being together, no matter what," she brought her freehand up to cup his cheek. "I love you. And I'm not about to let a move change that."

"I love you too."

They fell into quiet conversation, both of them throwing out random ideas about what Utah might look like. Alice joked about how she might have to learn how to ski, and he laughed, picturing her tumbling over and laughing until he came to help. They talked about what kind of apartment they'd get, how they'd have to adjust to a new city, new routines, and new weather. Alice had never lived near mountains before, but she was making it clear she was excited, like it was a new adventure they'd take on together. That she was ready no matter how far she was from the East Coast.

"We'll have to find where the best coffee is there too," she giggled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "And maybe we can finally get a dog! Utah seems like a good place for dogs, right?"

John chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, a dog would be nice. I've been meaning to get a hiking person."

Her eyes lit up. "Hey! I'm a great hiking partner."

"Whatever you say, baby."

"But I bet there's some beautiful trails out there. We could make a whole thing of it! Go camping!"

"Camping?" he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You barely survive a couple hours in the woods. What makes you think you can handle overnight?"

She gasped, swatting his arm. "Rude! I am tougher than you think!"

He laughed, pulling her onto his lap. She squealed in surprise but didn't resist, resting her head against his shoulder.

"I know you're tough. You're probably the strongest person I know. And I don't just mean in the 'surviving-the-woods' kinda way."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He brushed an eyelash off her cheek, his fingers lingering against the smooth skin. "You make everything feel easier, ya know? Like, I can handle anything as long as I've got you by my side."

She snuggled closer to his chest. "That's because we're a team. I'm not going anywhere that isn't with you, Johnny. No matter what."

He pressed his face into the crook her neck, peppering her with small kisses. He'd found someone that understood not only him but his career and the things that came along with it. She was willing to uproot her life, move across the country, all because she believed in their relationship. All because she loved him.

"What did I do to deserve you?" His voice was muffled against her skin.

"You just loved me. That's all I needed," she brought a hand up to run it through his curls.

John closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her nails against his scalp. Her response was simple, but true. There love was amazing, it made everything else fade into the background--the uncertainty, the distance, the unknowns. For the first time since getting the call, John felt at ease. They would figure this out, they always figured things out. They were together. And together was all they needed.

"You ready for anything, love?"

"Of course. Utah here we come."

#nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic #john marino

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youunravelme · 1 year

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to all the girls you've loved before part 1

author's note: hi! remember that time i wrote jack fics? well i'm branching out, so BUCKLE UP BABY. it should be said that this will be multiple parts, i don't know how many though so again, buckle up. also i'm pretending the trade never happened

pairing: single dad!mat barzal x reader

summary: being a nanny for rich people was probably the worst thing that ever happened to you, until you started working for mat.

warnings: children, rich people, mentions of absent parent

mat barzal. nearly everyone in new york was obsessed with him, you knew him by the awkward elevator interactions when you were leaving work and he was getting home.

you nannied for a family in his building, a mom named erin who was rarely home with two really sweet children, ages 2 and 4.

you didn't even know his name until a few weeks after he moved in when erin mentioned his name in passing conversation, saying something about an nhl player living across the hall.

"i think he's around your age," she said with a sly smirk. "and handsome too, introduced himself to the kids too. such a sweetheart."

"erin," you started. "you can't possibly know he's a sweetheart from one two second interaction."

she tsked and waved you off. "first impressions have a great impact."

you met him when you were getting off the elevator. he had a duffle bag slung over one shoulder and wore a suit, his hair was wet and strewn about in every direction. you were in a pair of sweats to combat the cold.

he mumbled a small hey and made a pathetic excuse for a smile as he waited for you to get off the elevator.

everything you knew about him, you gleaned involuntarily. he must suck at cooking given the amount of times the smoke detector would go off in his place, you could hear the beeping through the walls. and his lack of cooking skills took shape in the trash bags filled with take out boxes that he loudly dumped in the trash chute. you even knew he had a best friend named "tito" from the shouting that erupted every time said friend came over.

you thought nothing of him aside from the mild annoyance at his loud noises.

it wasn't until the fall came and the two year old turned three (and therefore went off to preschool) that things changed.

you'd just settled into your pajamas when erin called asking you to come over.

"is everything alright?" you asked.

"you remember mat?"

"hardly."

she laughed through the phone, though it sounded a little strained. "can you come over? he's found himself in a bit of a situation."

you paused. "what kind of situation?"

spoiler alert: it was an eight month old baby girl kind of situation.

mat was sitting on erin's couch while the baby, whose name was apparently ella, snoozed away in the pack and play when you walked in.

erin explained the situation as you took a seat. something about a fling he had that resulted in a pregnancy (obviously) and the mom decided parenting just wasn't for her so she dropped the baby off with mat and has blocked him on all forms of communication.

erin leant some things like a pack and play for ella to sleep in until he got a crib. but he didn't need that as much as he needed you.

a nanny.

"i know you already have a job, but i can pay well and pay you more for watching all three kids when you have them," mat begged. "i know i have late games so it would require late nights but you can sleep in the guest room if you'd like and i might be gone for a week at a time, but you can invite friends over to hang out and--"

you held up a hand. listening to the man beg and plead for your help was almost heartbreaking. "i'll do it."

he sat back. "what, really?"

you furrowed your brows. "is that a problem?"

mat shook his head. "no! sorry, i was just surprised you'd agree so quickly.

"well, it's not like it would interfere with my time with erin's girls. i could watch your baby during the day and take her to pick up the girls from school and keep ella until you get back."

he still looked unsure. "i work late nights sometimes, is that a problem?"

you thought about the fact your schedule has been empty for the past few months, that the only reason you leave your shitty apartment was because erin needed you to nanny. "i think i can manage."

he smiled for the first time that evening, looking almost near tears. "thank you thank you thank you," he said.

you nodded, a little overwhelmed by his sudden change in demeanor. "when do i start?"

day one

you hesitantly walked into mat's big ass apartment to the sound of a screaming baby.

it was six in the morning.

mat ran into the living room, hair askew, clothes wrinkled, but his baby was in a clean set of pajamas with tears running down her face.

"i don't know what's wrong," he said frantically. "she woke up and i changed her diaper but she's still crying."

you dropped your bag on the floor and made your way over to him, taking ella out of his arms and immediately bouncing her in your own. "she's probably hungry," you guessed.

"i tried that! i put the bottle in the microwave but when i gave it to her she started crying harder and--"

"wait," you stopped him. "you put the bottle in the microwave?" he nodded. "with the formula?" he nodded again. "mat, you can't do that. heat the water separately and then add the formula. and then test it on your wrist to make sure it's the right temperature." you walked into the kitchen and prepared the bottle the right way, showing mat how to do it as you went.

when all was said and done, you placed the new bottle in ella's mouth and watched as she took it without issue.

mat's shoulders sagged in relief. "you're a miracle worker."

you gave him a sheepish smile. "you can go get ready, mat. i've got her from here." he nodded and hurried towards what you assumed was his bedroom while you walked over to the couch to sit down.

ella was a cute baby, you'd give her that. no doubt taking after her father. she looked at you with wide eyes as she drank her bottle, her irises never left your face. it would've been unnerving if she had been an adult.

mat came out a little less frazzled ten minutes later. ella had finished her bottle at that point and the both of you were laid on the floor doing tummy time.

"what's that?" he pointed to the two of you once he stopped running his hands through his hair.

"what's what?"

"what's that you're doing?" he gestured again before placing his hands on his hips.

"tummy time," you smiled. "it helps build her neck muscles. also helps prevent flat spots on the back of her head."

you didn't like to judge people for their skin color, because it's racist, but you didn't think it was possible for mat to be paler until you spoke.

"she could get flat spots?"

you hung your head as ella babbled to herself.

it was going to be a long employment.

day ten

you'd finally gotten mat on a rhythm, he looked a little less scared with every day that you came over.

but today was different.

he was going on an eight day roadie which meant you would be watching her overnight several nights in a row (on top of erin's kids).

you'd done much harder jobs before, so you weren't nervous about the time you spent with ella, it was more so you feared all the confidence you built in the week or so you'd worked for mat would disappear when he came back and realized he had an eighteen year commitment waiting at home for him.

"you have my number, right?" he asked even though you got it the night you accepted the position.

"yes, mat," you said instead.

"and you'll text me if anything goes wrong?"

you nodded. you bounced ella on your hip and held her hand up. "bye dada," you said for her, smiling as she did.

mat's bags were stationed by the front door, but he made no move towards them. he stayed planted in front of you, but his hands fidgeted.

"can i--" he cleared his throat. "can i hold her?"

"of course!" you didn't hesitate to pass her off to mat, who handled her like precious cargo, but was still a little unsure about the entire situation.

once she was settled, he took his eyes off her to look at you. "you know where the guest room is, right?" you nodded. "right, just make yourself at home. i stocked the fridge, i have just about every streaming service, so you should be fine." he paused. "but if you aren't--"

"mat--"

"--you can just text me if you need anything, alright?" he turned his head to focus on ella who took her hands to slap to his cheeks. "and you be good, okay baby?" his voice pitched higher right before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

you checked your watch to keep yourself from intruding on what felt like a special moment. "mat," you started. "you should get going before you're late."

he nodded and pressed one last kiss to the top of ella's head before passing her back to you. "i'll facetime you when i get to the hotel, okay? so i can tell her goodnight?"

you nodded and left out the part that she would probably be asleep because honestly, you weren't expecting him to remember.

"alright," he said, wiping his hands on his pants before making his way to the front door where his bags sat. "i'll see you in a week."

"bye bye dada," you said in a high squeaky voice, using ella's hand to wave just like before.

he smiled before walking out the door and locking it behind him.

day fourteen

it wasn't until halfway through mat's roadie that weariness settled in. you were constantly surrounded by children, which normally wouldn't be an issue, but between ella and erin's two kids, you were practically a full time single parent.

which sucked because it wasn't even like you got laid to even create this issue.

mat, though, true to his word, facetimed every night he possibly could. he smiled wide every time he saw ella's face and while she was confused at how your phone worked, ella smiled and laughed at the sound of her father's voice.

"what have you been up to?" he asked one evening. you were spoon feeding ella sweet potato puree for dinner while he was laying in bed in his hotel room.

"nothing really, we went to the park today, she was really happy to see a few dogs."

mat grumbled. "certainly didn't get that from me."

you couldn't help it, you smiled at his pout.

"is that--" he guffawed. "did i make you smile?"

you rolled your eyes. "i'm sure i've smiled at you before."

"you haven't!"

"and i don't blame you!" another voice piped in. "he's not funny."

when mat saw the look on your face, he sighed. "that's tito," he said like that explained everything.

"nice to meet you, tito!" you called.

"is that your nanny?" you heard him call. "can i say hi to ella?"

mat rolled his eyes but moved the camera to show you a good looking man lounging in the other bed. he was handsome in a way that mat wasn't. you couldn't really compare one to the other in the same way you couldn't compare an apple to quantum physics.

"ella can you say hi?" you asked in a small voice. ella spared a single glance to camera before screaming. you laughed before spoon feeding her more puree. "sorry," you started. "she does that sometimes."

tito looked terrified but covered it up quickly when mat cleared his throat. "she just screams randomly?"

you shrugged. "usually when she's excited or frustrated."

tito laid back in his bed and started scrolling on his phone. "babies, man."

mat came back into view. his head rested back on his pillow as he held the camera above his face. "are you both doing okay?"

you opened your mouth to reply but tito cut him off.

"you don't need to ask her that everyday!" he said.

you couldn't see what he did, but judging by the shaking of the camera and the cackle that escaped tito's lips, you'd give your left leg and say he flipped his best friend off.

you took your eyes off the camera to look at ella who was using her puree covered hands to rub at her eyes. you put your phone down and grabbed a napkin to immediately start wiping her face and hands.

"is everything okay?" mat asked. "did i lose you?"

"just had to put the phone down to clean her up. she's getting sleepy." you pulled ella out of her high chair, resolving to clean it up later, and picked your phone up.

mat's face lit back up when ella came into view. "hi baby girl," he smiled. "are you getting ready to go to bed?"

ella rested her head on your shoulder and yawned.

"well, i'll let you two go," mat sighed. "i love you, ella bean." he directed his gaze to you. "same time tomorrow?"

"i'll let you know if anything changes."

"night."

"night, mat."

he ended the call and left you to take ella to bed.

day twenty-seven

nearly a month into working for mat and everything was going great. ella had gotten used to you which meant she knew you would come back when you left the room. the first two weeks, she cried every time you left. and if you had to guess, it probably had something to do with how her mother treated her.

and mat, well, he was embracing the father role well enough for someone who thought he was an unattached bachelor not even a month ago.

as far as you go, you were still getting used to the workload of erin's kids and ella. and while you would never breathe a word of it to anyone, you preferred ella over erin's kids.

your roommate and your boyfriend took some time to adjust to your new hours, but your roommate was excited when you contributed more to groceries and apartment needs. as far as your boyfriend went, he was still getting used to the idea of you being gone all day and sometimes even weekends, but even he admitted ella was the cutest baby he'd ever seen.

you were plating yogurt and some smashed peaches for her morning snack while holding her on your hip when mat walked in the kitchen, hair wet from a shower.

"hey," he said. "how is she?"

at the sound of his voice, ella turned in your arms and made a grabby motion for him. "you tell me," you said, handing her off to him. almost immediately, ella rested her head in the crook of his neck and popped a thumb in her mouth.

a smile crossed his face at the way ella fit so perfectly into the lines of his body.

"you're good at this," you remarked.

he laughed. "i have no idea what i'm doing."

"does anyone?"

"you seem to have it figured out."

the laugh was out of your mouth before you could stop it. "well then, let me go audition for broadway. i'm a better actress than i thought."

neither of you said a word, but you continued to stare at each other until his phone dinged. mat shifted ella around until he could fish his phone out of his pocket. "oh it's my mom." he scrolled through the texts when a figurative lightbulb appeared over his head.

"what?" you asked.

"my family is coming into town to meet ella next week so that might affect the hours you have." a flash of panic must've been present on your face because he quickly spoke again. "but your pay will still be the same! i don't want you to worry about that at all. i might still need you throughout the week."

"okay!" you smiled before moving ella's morning snack to her high chair. mat peeled her off of him and placed her in the seat before taking the chair next to hers.

his phone dinged again.

"oh," he said.

"what is it?"

"my mom wants to meet you."

"oh."

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Sweater Weather (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, jealousy, brother’s best friend, stalking, Heyward!reader, mentions of Topper x reader, non canon ages, underage drinking, drug use, reader is kind of mean

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | divider by @silkholland

summary: your brother’s best friend takes it upon himself to butt into your life when he catches you the last place you’re supposed to be.

You stopped yourself mid laugh at the sound of your name being called by the last person you expected. You could hear your friend’s laughter dying too, in curiosity, no doubt. It was a man’s voice, the tone clipped and angry, and by the look on your face, she no doubt could tell that it was the last person—or the second to last person—you wanted to see.

You had snuck out of the house before your parents had even gone to bed, wearing something that your dad would have a stroke at if he saw it. It was a Saturday night, so there was no shortage of parties taking place on the island. Pope had mentioned something about some get together on the beach…and that was why you’d made your way to a house party your friend was going to.

The last thing you’d anticipated was to come face to face with JJ Maybank, a blunt in your hand and way too much alcohol in your system.

The blonde didn’t look happy in the slightest to see you, something you found funny. JJ wasn’t your friend, but it didn’t mean that his reputation didn’t precede him on the island. He got into more trouble than anyone you knew, smoked more weed than anyone you knew, and got drunk more than anyone you knew. So, you were more than a little miffed when he reached out to snatch the blunt from your fingers.

“What are you doing here?”

You could feel your friend awkwardly shift on the couch you both were sitting on.

“What are you doing here?”

He, and Pope, were supposed to be on the beach, and you nervously glanced behind him.

“Uh uh. I asked you first,” he said, and your friend mumbled out some excuse before making a great escape.

You couldn’t blame her. Pope tended to get annoyingly overprotective at times, and where JJ went, your brother was rarely far behind. She didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire of the drama, and you envied her. As you sighed, you wished you could trade places.

“What does it look like? I’m at the same party you’re at,” you said almost scathingly, standing.

“…and that’s kinda funny because Pope said you were at home asleep.”

You rolled your eyes at that, pausing and frowning when the blond took a hit of your blunt. You crossed your arms over your chest, glancing behind him again, and it didn’t go unnoticed. JJ scoffed, shaking his head at you.

“It’s just me,” he said, answering your silent question. “The party on the beach got broken up. Pope decided to call it a night, but I wasn’t quite done, so…”

He threw his arms up, still fixing you with a look that made you bristle.

“Can I have that back, please?” you sternly asked.

“No, actually, you can’t,” JJ spat, holding his hand away. “What are you doing here? …and with this. Are you drunk?”

You slapped his hand away when he reached for your eye, frowning at him.

“I’m not going to stand here and get some lecture from JJ of all people about smoking and drinking and partying-.”

“You are when you’re my best friend’s baby sister.”

You huffed at that, pushing past him. You didn’t get very far, and you looked down at the hand on your arm like it was the most offensive thing in the world before lifting your gaze to meet JJ’s. You could count the number of times on one hand you’d seen JJ with a serious look on his face, no humor in sight. Your frown deepened, and a sinking feeling settled in your chest as you realized that he was indeed very serious and not just trying to stir up drama.

“Do you know what Pope would do to me if he knew I saw you here and didn’t do anything?”

“JJ-.”

“No,” he cut you off. “I’m taking you home. Now.”

Your lips parted, but JJ was already pulling you through the house before you could say anything. When you looked over your shoulder, your eyes caught your friend’s, and you both sent each other apologetic glances. The blonde’s hold was tight on your wrist, and you angrily eyed the back of him. JJ looked like he’d been drinking and smoking his damn self, and his sudden interest in morality where you were concerned was upsetting.

“I’m not a child, you know,” you mumbled once you were outside.

He paused by his bike, turning to meet your gaze. He stared into your eyes for a moment before he dragged his gaze over you, taking you in from head to toe, and despite the fact that you’d been getting similar looks all night, you didn’t like it as much, now. The look in the blonde’s eyes almost made you feel ashamed of your top and the shorts you were wearing.

You shuddered, and he noticed.

“Cold?” he mockingly wondered, and you pursed your lips as you watched him reach for his hoodie.

You softly thanked him as you took it, pulling it over your head. It was much cooler now than when you’d left the house, and you were grateful. You hesitated in climbing on the back of his bike, wondering about the chances of you losing him if you just took off. You didn’t doubt he wouldn’t even catch you, but the chances of him snitching to Pope were great.

At least this way, you still had a chance to at least try and get him to keep quiet about this.

You’d ridden on the back of a bike before, namely when you weren’t supposed to while with guys you shouldn’t be with. Another blond came to mind as you wrapped your arms around JJ’s waist, feeling so much like a child as he pulled off.

You and Pope were as close as your average sibling pair, but when it came to your personal lives, you preferred to keep them separate, and with good reason. Pope had his fair share of fun, sure, but his idea of fun and yours were very different. Sometimes he smoked weed and was breaking into some property he wasn’t supposed to be on, but he and his friends mostly just surfed and caused some light mischief for the law here and there.

Your version of fun was skinny dipping in some asshole’s pool or snorting coke in the back of Topper Thornton’s jeep or partying so late that the sun was just peeking over the horizon when you finally snuck back into your room. Going to school with your brother and growing up with the parents you had, your years in high school were spent playing it safe and being the good and dutiful daughter. To say that you’d gone a little crazy since you graduated was a bit of an understatement.

You didn’t miss the disappointed look on JJ’s face when he finally made it to your house, climbing off of his bike with you.

JJ heaved a sigh, sounding like he’d aged fifteen years in fifteen minutes.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

You frowned at that, not liking his tone, and you wrapped your arms around yourself. You shuffled on your feet, glancing away with a shrug.

“What do you mean-?”

“You know what I mean,” he harshly interrupted, looking at you like you were a stranger. “You think Pope doesn’t know that you sneak out sometimes?”

Your face fell at that, and you blinked.

“You don’t think he hears things? You don’t think we all do?”

The concern in JJ’s blue eyes had you feeling bad, and your shoulders sagged a little.

“He doesn’t say a thing because he wants you to want to talk to him. He doesn’t want to scare you into doing anything worse just to spite him,” he spat, sounding angrier with every word. “He really cares about you, we all do, and you don’t really seem to give a fuck all for the sake of having some fun.”

You swallowed, and JJ scoffed.

“…and I get it. What right do I have to give you shit about anything, but I don’t know. The least you could do is be honest about where you’re going, and who you’re going to be with. You wanna be treated like a grown up so badly…?”

The blond raised an eyebrow at you.

“…well, grown-ups are honest. Adults don’t lie and sneak around, and act like the very kid they claim they’re not.”

The silence that followed was loud, and you blinked, surprised at the burn you felt behind your eyes. JJ turned away from you, climbing back onto his bike, shaking his head at you. You didn’t miss the way he drank you in again, eyes raking over your frame, and it was then that you just remembered you were still wearing his hoodie.

However, he’d started up his bike before you could say anything, and you were forced to watch JJ drive off, feeling confused and guilty for the first time in months.

“Isn’t that JJ?”

You whipped around so fast it was a wonder you didn’t twist your neck. Your friends’ laughter could be heard in your ears, and sure enough, a familiar blond was just down the beach. It was really bright out, but you’d recognize him anywhere. Oddly enough, he was alone, and even odder, he was looking right in your direction.

“I’ll be right back,” you mumbled, and you could hear your friends giggling as you left.

Truthfully, you didn’t see what they saw. Objectively, yeah, you guessed that JJ was attractive, but you’d watched him awkwardly grow up with your brother, and you couldn’t really see him beyond that, to be honest. Now, that he seemed to be taking it upon himself to be your own parole officer or something? You definitely couldn’t see what they saw.

“Are you following me?” you wondered, getting straight to the point as soon as you reached him.

JJ didn’t answer right away, running his hand through his hair, pushing the blond strands away from his face. In true fashion, they flopped back down, messily, and he took a deep breath.

“Not really…no.”

“Not really? Or no? …because that’s two different answers,” you told him.

Before he could respond, an unfamiliar brunette came up at his side, looking between you both with a curious gaze. The sight of her stumped you, and you suddenly felt a little silly. JJ cleared his throat, throwing you a tight disingenuous smile.

“You know Pope’s sister,” he halfway introduced, and she smiled, recognition lighting up her eyes.

“Oh, hey! I’ve seen you around a few times, for sure. You’re not crashing our date, are you?”

Her tone was light and teasing, but you knew there was a hint of seriousness there.

“No,” you breathed, looking between them and resting your gaze on JJ. “He is all yours. Trust me…”

You turned away from them, but you couldn’t resist throwing JJ a scathing look over your shoulder as you rejoined your friends. You simply brushed it off when they asked what that was about, unable to muster up the energy to even halfway go into detail about JJ’s newfound desire to watch over you like a hawk.

It was why hours later, you turned down a party invite in favor of getting high with a familiar blond.

“What? He’s like…acting like your brother now, or something?”

“Worse,” you scoffed, leaning over and snorting a line of coke off the back of his hand. “Pope isn’t even this bad, but let JJ tell it, Pope knows and is worried.”

You’d tried not to think about that night when JJ had dropped you off, giving you the dressing down you probably needed, but you didn’t want to hear it. Not once had you ever cared what Pope did, but then again, he’d never bothered to include you. Deep down, you knew that you were a little sour about that, and maybe JJ was right in guessing there was some spite fueling your choices as of late. You brushed your finger under your nose, and you heard Topper do a line too.

“Maybank trying to police anybody’s choices is laughable,” the Kook drawled, finding the thought funny as he chuckled. “Believe me, that Pogue’s done worse than you ever could.”

You licked your lips, looking out of his window with a sigh.

Sometimes you didn’t like the way Topper spoke about people from your side of the island. You’d known what he was like long before you’d let him kiss you one night, drunk out of your mind, but somehow it hadn’t been a concern then. It typically wasn’t when you had some kind of substance in you, but seeing as you were still sober and waiting for your high to kick in, his tone made your stomach twist.

“You’re not like them though,” he mumbled, as if he could read your thoughts, and you felt his finger graze your leg. “You’re different, and…you’re just having fun.”

You didn’t have a response for that, and when you felt his touch trail higher, you straightened.

“Do you mind driving me back home? I’m kind of tired,” you whispered.

When you looked at Top, you could see that your words had shocked him a little, but he licked his lips and nodded, nonetheless. After all, you’d only snorted a few lines not even twenty minutes ago, but for some reason, you didn’t feel up to entertaining anything tonight. As you both hopped out of his backseat, you wondered what you even saw in Topper to even allow yourself to start hooking up with him in the first place.

It wasn’t often, but it happened enough to where he definitely expected something any time you met up with him.

You supposed you couldn’t blame him. There was that time at the party, and then in his pool, and then another party, and then the beach. At least you could tell yourself that it could be worse, that it could be Rafe, but it didn’t really matter all that much because your brother would kill you either way if he knew just who you were spending your time with some days.

You didn’t even think you liked Topper, and you frowned as you moved to get in the passenger seat.

Just then, you heard your name being called by the last person you expected, and reminiscent of that night at the party, you turned with wide eyes. Topper was parked near the beach, and over the sound of ocean waves, JJ’s voice was loud and clear. Your lips parted as you saw him storming towards you both, and you sharply inhaled.

“What the hell?”

If you’d thought that JJ sounded angry that night of the party, it was nothing compared to how he sounded, now. You couldn’t find any words to defend yourself as he neared Topper’s car, his scandalized gaze focused on you and the ocean breeze ruffling his hair.

“What are you doing here with him? At one in the morning?”

The accusation in his tone wasn’t lost on you, and you swallowed, finally about to speak when Topper spoke up instead.

“Hey, man, I’m just dropping her off at home,” Topper told him, hands raised in a friendly manner despite the small smirk dancing along his pink lips.

JJ noticed it too, and you finally spoke up when he came closer.

“Go home, JJ,” you said, almost pleadingly.

That was apparently the wrong thing to say because he rounded on you with no hesitation. You stumbled back as he reached for you, and you pushed at his chest, but it was of no use. Like that night, his hand was tight on your wrist, and you glared at him just as Topper tried to let him go.

“JJ, let her go,” Topper tried to reason with him, but the other blond ignored him.

“Go home? You should be at home,” he spat at you. “Or at least not with him.”

“You’re not my dad, and you’re not my brother-.”

You cut yourself off with a gasp when JJ reached out to shove Topper away when the Kook tried to get him to let you go. You looked between them both with wide eyes. Topper because the coke was going to kick in at any minute now, and JJ because he was…well…JJ. You stepped between them both before it could go any further, heart skipping a beat at the turn the night had taken.

“JJ, stop it,” you hissed, looking between his eyes.

His chest brushed against yours as he leaned in, face contorted in anger as he shook his head at you.

“Do you know what Pope would say if he knew you were hanging out with him? What he would do?”

“I think what she does is her business, JJ,” Topper drawled, and you rolled your eyes at the mirth you heard there.

“Top, please,” you sighed.

You didn’t need him making this worse, and just wanting to be home, you chose the easiest route of the night. You turned to Topper with a sheepish look, gaze pleading.

“I’ll be fine, Topper. JJ can take me home,” you quietly told him.

The spoiled rich kid didn’t look so sure, giving you a questioning look, and you tilted your head at him. Topper wasn’t much more than a coping mechanism for you, but you did think he cared about you in some way, even if only just a little bit. It was clear he didn’t feel right about leaving you with JJ, but as annoying as your brother’s best friend was turning out to be, you trusted him. His methods weren’t the best, but you had to admit that his intentions were pure even if they did grate on your nerves.

“Alright,” Topper eventually said, glancing at JJ again before running his hand over your shoulder.

The silence was thick as you and JJ watched him get in his jeep, and only when he was gone did you finally return your attention to the only remaining male.

“Are you crazy?” he finally demanded, and you turned away from him.

“No, but you must be if you think you have any right to tell me who I can and can’t hang out with.”

You could feel the drugs kicking in about, now, and you mentally cursed. You could hear JJ right behind you as you paced, and he scoffed.

“Is that what you’re calling it? Hanging out?”

You pulled your lip between your teeth, giving him a look, but it withered under his own stare. JJ had never been all that intimidating to you, at least not until now, and you swallowed. He looked angry and confused and worried all in one, arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his shirt cut off to give you a view of them as the muscles tightened.

“How long have you been fucking him?”

The question came so suddenly, his tone venomous, and as he asked it, it was hard to place the glint in his eye. You narrowed your eyes at JJ.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”

“Do you have any idea who he’s friends with? The kind of shit they get up to?”

As he said that, he took a good look at your eyes, and a small furrow appeared between his brows.

“Are you…high?”

“Since when is that a crime? You get high all the time-.”

“Yeah, but I have a feeling your high isn’t from some weed,” he spat, reaching up to wipe your nose.

You hadn’t even felt it bleeding, and a guilty feeling washed over you as you wiped your nose too. You sniffed, refusing to meet his eye, but you could feel the heavy weight of his stare.

“Is that why you’re screwing Topper Thornton? For coke?”

“JJ-.”

“What’s to stop me from telling Pope any of this? Huh?”

You froze, holding his gaze, now.

“…and what would stop him from telling your parents?”

Your heart sank at that, and you took a deep breath.

“JJ…it’s really none of your business,” you sighed.

“Bullshit!”

“Why do you care?” you screamed.

“…because I care about you!”

His voice held less venom now and more desperation, and he frowned like he couldn’t understand you.

“You’re my best friend’s little sister, and you’re shocked that I’m worried when I see you sneaking out and doing coke with guys like Topper and his friends? When I see you messing around with guys like that?”

You felt too high for this conversation, and you dragged your hands down your face. You felt JJ grab them, much closer now, and pulling you closer too. When he forced you to look at him, past every other emotion on his face, you could see concern most of all. You tried to remind yourself that JJ was just worried about you, and rightfully so, you guessed. You could feel his thumbs brushing against your skin as he held your arms.

“Why are you hanging around guys like that?” he whispered, almost too low for you to hear, and you didn’t really have an answer for him.

“Just…take me home, JJ,” you breathed.

“No, I want an answer-.”

“Well, I don’t have one for you! I’m sorry, but I don’t,” you said, snatching your hands away.

You both stood in silence for what felt like too long before he finally guided you towards his bike with a huff. You didn’t miss the way JJ’s hand rested on the back of your neck the whole way like he was afraid you’d run off. Despite the two-year age difference, you felt like a scolded child in his presence.

All of the lights were off when you finally made it home, and when you climbed off of his bike, you sheepishly thanked him. Before you could go, JJ reached out to tug on your dress. He pulled you back towards him, and you looked at him with wide eyes. He studied your face, just drinking you in, and the longer he did, the more uncomfortable you felt.

Only you didn’t know why.

“Don’t make me have to drag Pope into this…”

You swallowed down anger at that.

“I’m serious, Y/N. If he finds out that I knew this whole time what you were really up to, and I didn’t say anything, he’s going to kill me.”

“I know-.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” he told you with a frown. “There won’t be anything to tell him if you just…stop this.”

His gaze flickered between your eyes.

“Please…”

His tone made your chest tighten painfully, and reluctantly, you gave him a nod. He didn’t seem convinced, but he eventually let you go, and as you shuddered from the cool night air, you remembered.

“Your sweater…”

“Keep it,” he said, slowly looking you over. “With the way you dress, you probably need it more than I do.”

You didn’t know how to take that, and you were still frowning about it long after he’d left.

“Okay…okay,” JJ breathed. “One foot in front of the other, yeah. Just like that.”

You hung onto him, feeling more embarrassed than you had in a long time.

Since that night JJ ran into you and Topper, you’d been good as of late. You’d seriously listened to his concerns and decided to calm down a bit. A simple party before 10 o’clock was nothing. You’d even told your parents where you were going and that you’d be back before 12. However, when one drink had you stumbling and sloppier than you’d been in a while, you knew that something was wrong.

You could count the number of times you’d actually dialed JJ’s number.

Tonight being one of them.

“Is your dad home?” you drunkenly wondered, having heard all about the abusive man.

“Nah, he’s out of town,” the blond assured you, depositing you on his couch.

You leaned your head back as JJ rummaged around the house.

“We need to get you some water…”

There was no telling what had been slipped into your drink, and considering you’d actually been honest about where you were this time, you didn’t know why you’d called JJ instead of Pope. Maybe you just didn’t want your brother to see you like this when JJ had already seen you at your near lowest point before.

You happily gulped down the water he brought back, and you could feel his worried gaze.

“I only had one drink, I promise,” you slurred, looking up at him with tearful eyes, and the blond nodded, sitting beside you.

“Hey, I believe you,” he said, rubbing your shoulder. “I do.”

You felt your face soften some, and you stared at JJ for what felt like a long time. You suddenly frowned, shaking your head at him.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, continuing when he frowned, now. “All you’ve done is be worried about me on behalf of my brother, and I kind of crucified you for it.”

JJ didn’t say anything to that.

“Maybe I’m just trying to get attention, I don’t know, but… Pope is your best friend, and you have every right to care about his family. Why wouldn’t you?” you shrugged. “I’ve just been a bitch.”

“Don’t call yourself a bitch,” he said with a shake of his head. “I could’ve been…nicer…”

You watched him swallow, and JJ ran his hands through his hair, a peculiar look on his features. You got the feeling that he wanted to say something, and when he took a deep breath, you blinked at him.

“I really care about you…and I kept hearing Pope go on and on about how worried he was for you and the things he was hearing and you sneaking out, but… Seeing it for myself upset me more than I thought it would.”

JJ was looking at you, now, and you frowned at the way he studied you. You wondered if he’d always looked at you this way, and if your lack of anger in this moment just allowed you to finally see it. You felt your chest tighten, body heating up, and you were all too aware of how alone you both were. Your frown deepened when he moved closer.

“JJ…”

He kissed you, and you only blinked.

It was unexpected, and you suddenly realized that a lot of his anger before wasn’t just concern. You didn’t really know how to feel about that, but your body jumped into action before your mind could, kissing him back as your lashes fluttered. Something in the back of your brain was yelling at you that you were drunk and drugged out of your mind. It was something you definitely needed to hear because there was no way in the world you’d be kissing your brother’s best friend if you were sober.

Under normal circumstances, you definitely wouldn’t be moaning into his mouth, allowing him to pull you closer, a hand on the small of your back and kneading into your skin. You were wearing the sweatshirt he’d let you borrow, and it had ridden up at some point. His other hand was on your jaw, and when he tilted your head back, lips trailing down your neck, that was when your stomach churned.

You hadn’t intended to throw up in his sink, but it was the closest thing you could think of. JJ had quickly followed, rubbing your back as you struggled to catch your breath, and when you straightened, stomach still feeling weird, you shook your head.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” you mumbled, hesitantly meeting his gaze. “I’m really drunk, and…”

You looked away, head all over the place.

“I’m sorry, JJ,” you rushed out before moving to lock yourself in his room.

He hadn’t bothered you the rest of the night, something you’d been grateful for because you really just wanted to be alone with your thoughts. JJ was still asleep when you snuck away the next morning, and still so thrown by the memory of his lips on yours, you hadn’t even cared when your parents had chewed you out for breaking curfew. Maybe there was some part of you that wanted to be punished for everything you’d been doing the past months because you’d welcomed being grounded with ease.

It felt…relieving.

When Pope never brought it up, you had assumed that JJ never told him about the kiss, and you certainly weren’t going to tell him. You had no intention of anything like that ever happening again with the blond. After all, you’d been drunk and drugged, and while it may have been a decision on JJ’s part, it was nothing more than a lapse in judgment for you.

Which was why you didn’t understand how you found yourself quite literally underneath JJ weeks later.

The guilt over the kiss had been eating at you more than you thought, pushing you back into unhealthy habits, and before you knew it, you were snorting some unknown substance off of Topper’s key. The alcohol that was already in your system wasn’t of much help, but neither you nor Topper cared until JJ was quite literally dragging you away from the other blond.

“Hey!”

Your protests hadn’t meant anything to him, and with Pope with Kie, and your parents out of town for two days, JJ had angrily forced you back home. You both had stumbled through the door, more so your fault than his, and you could remember yelling at him about butting into your life.

“Someone has to!”

You had glared at him, a mean scoff escaping as you looked him over.

“You only care about me because you want to fuck me.”

It was mean. Cruel. You knew that. After all, you had never known JJ to be anything less than genuine, and you knew that whatever he seemed to feel for you, it was real, but you were high and drunk and angry and annoyed. Not to mention confused.

JJ had never been anything more than your brother’s friend, and you didn’t know how to handle the knowledge that he liked you.

“What do you think Pope would do if he knew…?”

JJ had pressed his lips together, nostrils flaring, and maybe that should’ve been your sign to stop while you were ahead, but… Well…

You’d trusted JJ.

“Were you scared that I was going to go home with Topper or something? Is that really why you dragged me from that party?” you’d mockingly wondered. “Worried that I was gonna fuck him instead of you?”

JJ had grabbed you before the words had finished coming out of your mouth, your back meeting the wall as you’d stared at him in shock. You’d thought that he was just trying to scare you maybe, trying to use some new method to get you to act right, but when you found yourself in your room and with his hand tearing at your skirt, you realized the predicament you were in.

“JJ, stop,” you tearfully begged, pushing your hand against his stomach.

The blond flippantly slapped it away, grabbing your wrist and pinning it beside your head as he fucked you against your sheets. You could only focus on the ceiling as he snapped his hips against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling your room. You didn’t know if you were grateful or upset that no one was home.

After all, if they were home, they would’ve heard your screams.

…but because they weren’t, they didn’t hear the whimpers either.

Sweat coated JJ’s skin as he pounded into you, your own skin glowing with a light sheen, losing track of how many times he made you come around him. Your chest was heaving with shortness of breath, unable to quite catch it with every push of his cock. He stretched you out, making you whine and release high pitched keening sounds, half cries and half melodies.

His lips trailed over your own mouth, leaving light and fluttery kisses before dragging his lips down your throat in a similar fashion as that night. His teeth grazed your skin, and a sharp thrust made you gasp. It was maybe 45 minutes ago when you’d been begging him to stop, telling him this wasn’t funny when you’d still be convinced it was a cruel joke.

Now, you didn’t even know if you wanted him to stop anymore.

When he let one of your hands go, he twisted it into the hair at the nape of your neck. His own breathing was harsh, and again, you pressed your hand to his stomach try and control his thrusts, feeling like you could feel him deep in your stomach. It brought tears to your eyes, and a choked moan crawled from your lips.

“You’ll fuck that rich asshole, but not me…?” he breathlessly wondered, lifting his head and staring into your tearful eyes. “The one who’s only around when he wants something from you, but not the one who actually gives a shit about you?”

“JJ,” you choked out.

“Huh?”

His other hand dug into your waist, and with both hands free, you pushed against him, trying to give yourself some reprieve.

“Uh uh,” he exhaled, shaking his head and curving his hips into yours. “You’ve done nothing but drive me crazy for months.”

He kissed you then, roughly, and you couldn’t form words.

“Sneaking out, worrying everybody, doing drugs with those Kooks and putting yourself in danger…”

He groaned when you clenched around him, his lashes fluttering briefly before his blue gaze held yours again.

“You don’t know the half of what I wanted to do to Topper when I saw you with him that night…”

He completely leaned over you, forearm pressed into the bed.

“When I realized just what he was to you…”

He pushed his cock into you to the hilt, pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming himself back into your walls. It was embarrassing how wet you were, and you were happy to blame the drugs and alcohol in your system that made you loopier than usual. Your eyes rolled, and you threw your head back. You blinked, and you dazedly watched the room spin as JJ plunged his cock into your walls, thrusting into you with ease.

“…and you still went back to him. Even after you promised-.”

“You kissed me,” you cried, lips trembling as you recalled how much that had screwed with your head.

“I fucking care about you,” JJ hissed, leaning back and pulling you with him.

You barely hung onto him as he held you in his lap, on his knees and lifting his hips to push his cock up into you. You moaned at the feel, head lazily lolled as the drugs and alcohol fought against each other in your system. JJ was pressing kisses to your face as he fucked you, one hand tightly curled against your back and the other digging into your thigh. You could feel yourself dripping around his cock, and you found it hard to keep hanging onto him. One of your arms slipped completely, hand brushing the bed, and when JJ bent his head to nip at your chest, you cried out.

When he pushed you back down, all of your breath left you at his newfound vigor, one hand pressed into your lower stomach to hold you down while he fucked you. The other was pressed into the bed beside your head, holding himself up so that he could alternate between looking at your face and down to where he disappeared into you.

You squirmed beneath him, feeling another orgasm creeping up, and you hated the way you started to clench around him. JJ could feel it too, and he hissed, blue eyes completely focused on your face as it twisted.

“Come on,” you heard him breathe, and you tried to fight it. “Come on, baby.”

You reached down, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

He was sliding into you with a purpose, chasing your high more than his own, but you could see it on his face that he was close too. When you felt yourself starting to shake, that was when he leaned down, completely pressed against you as his lips grazed your ear.

“Did you let him come inside of you? Huh?” he pressed when you didn’t answer.

Tearfully, you shook your head, and your nails pressed into JJ’s back as you came, your own climax triggering his own. Unlike Topper though, JJ stilled against you, spilling into you and coating your walls, marking you in more ways than one as his lips pressed to your neck and shoulder. He kept fucking you, lazily thrusting into you and making you shudder.

The room was still spinning when you finally stilled, chest heaving, and you couldn’t stop JJ as he kissed you.

“I’ll keep you in line,” he murmured, lips trailing as he slowly started kissing his way down your frame. “I’ll keep you safe, and Pope can finally relax.”

#jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #dark!jj maybank #dark!jj maybank x reader #obx fic #obx #obx fanfiction #Outer Banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #jj maybank imagine #outer banks imagine #obx imagine

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thewritingofspencerrose · 1 month

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straight from the books | masterlist

"Please Ella, please please please!"

Forty-five minutes. From the time they announced we were landing to now as enter the hotel, Ivy has been adamantly begging for a roommate switch. For the past three weeks she and Jack have had a will they-won't they relationship filled with post game nights and pre-game lunches. It's for this reason that she so desperately wants to be his room buddy for the next 3 days.

"Please El, it's just a little favor, from one media girl to another."

Just a little favor. Just trading room keys with Jack so that he can stay with Ivy and I end up with his roommate. Nico.

"Plus, I mean, it's Nico. You've been into him sin-" Now I'm not about to let her finish that statement, putting a hand over her mouth to stop it in it's tracks, especially in a lobby full of Devils players and personnel who are all more than happy to relay my child-like crush to the man of the moment.

"Ivy, I'll trade with Jack if you stop that thought immediately," the smile I feel under my hand makes the awkwardness of sharing a room with Nico.

As I return her smile, and remove my hand, my eyes glance around the room, looking for the boy in question. "Hughes!" Both Jack and Luke turn my way, Curtis elbowing Luke with a suggestive double raise of his brows. "I meant Jack."

"What a sad day to be you, Baby Hughes," Curtis chirps the younger, his face a bright red that makes his brother start laughing as he walks our way.

"Hellooo ladies!" Jack greets with his signature smile, eyes resting just a bit longer on Ivy's beaming figure.

I shove my keycard into his hand, his smile growing impossibly larger. "Here you gremlin, but-" I pause, keeping a hold on the card, "I need to know this is okay with Nico."

"He's more than okay with it, I already checked," He assures, nodding quickly, and cuing my full release of the card.

"And you're sure about that?"

"When is Jack sure of much?" A sweet Swiss voice hums from behind me, all the greeting I could ever need. Not the sight of his warm brown eyes when I turn to greet him. Not his smile when I he returns the hello. "We're meant to head to the rooms now. We'll just have to keep our little switch quiet, so the rest of the staff doesn't find out," The captain is whispering jokingly, Jack and Ivy laughing along as Jack takes her bag.

"Ready to go?" His hand reaching out for my case.

"Oh, Nico you already have your duffle and case, you don't have to -"

The look I'm served is one of pure and unbridled sass, his thick brows nearing his hairline. "My mother raised a gentleman, now hand over the case." His eyes are the same determined he is when on the ice, a look I'm positive I can't outwit, so I hand over the bag.

"Thank you, thank you," Ivy thanks, kissing the side of my head. "You are my favorite media girl."

"I'm the only other media girl, but I'll take it," I banter with a smile, "Please keep it quiet though! I don't want to hear whats about to happen for the second trip in a row!"

Jack's smile is anything but regretful, but he gives me a thumbs up regardless, pulling Ivy away to the elevator.

Nico and I follow, a lot quieter than the giggly couple, making sure to take a different elevator.

The elevator is only on floor four of twenty when his smooth voice breaks the silence. "So, weekly report: how do you think we'll do tomorrow?"

This started after my first day on the job, I had gone to interview him prior to the game and what I got in return was the question, "How do you think we will do?"

Smiling is the only way I can respond, "Big win coming your way, Mr.Captain."

He returns my look, nodding along as the doors open, "That's good, very good. The boys need a win."

"And a win you shall-" But my voice gets caught in my throat as Nico swings our door open.

Our door open to reveal the fact that they had fucked up horribly in scheduling.

Because this room has a singular double bed. Not the two each room we reserved was supposed to have.

"I - I can go to request a different room?" His offer is shakey, clearly unsure of what to do in this moment.

"No, no, I saw on the Devils twitter that people were complaining about this place being booked out," Is my mumbled return, taking in how nice the room is as we enter. "Something about it being close to the stadium and a known place for the team to stay."

The grunt he lets out at the sound of the borderline stalker fans is hard to ignore, but I focus my eyes on everywhere else.

"I can sleep on the couch-"

"No way in hell, Hischier," This idiot. "I am not being the reason that the captain of the team all achey-breaky on ice tomorrow! I will sleep on the floor."

His horror at my suggestion is nearly as loud as his displeasure downstairs at my suggestion to pull along my own bag.

"Absolutely not," The tone is strong, nearly demanding. "You will not be sleeping on the sofa."

"Then I don't know what you want us to do, Nico," I know what my preferred answer is as I move towards the man and my bag, kneeling to dig out my pajamas.

"We could - if you are comfortable - share the bed? Each take a side?" He must be a mind reader.

Eyes glance to one another, only longer than just a glance, heart beating fast at the sincerity written on him.

"That's okay with me as long as it is with you," It's with a smile and a nod, one I hope is reassuring, and it seems to work, his shoulders slouching down as his own smile takes over.

"It's perfect," Is his agreement, nodding as he moves towards his own bag. It's a calming silence that embraces us after, simply moving through the room and through the night in an almost domestic motion, settling down for the evening.

It's when we settle down, Nico on his side and me on my own, that the thought hits me.

"Nico?"

"Yes?"

"What would you have done if I didn't trade with Jack?" His deep chuckle at that makes me chuckle even more.

"His ass would have been on the floor."

#nico hischier x oc #nico hischier #nj devils #njd #nhl oneshot #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #the writing of spencer rose #original character #one bed trope #straight from the books

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shady-lemur · 1 year

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ooooh dom!abby x reader with a demanding work life (maybe a trade of some sort) who wants to come home and be taken care of instead of taking care of everyone else (smut obvi but maybe some angst/drama perhaps 🫣)

oh my god can we get married pls. i love u. i hope you like this, i kinda rushed it at the end and smut isn’t my strong suit but i had to do this prompt!

content warning : smut, a little bit of angst, fighting, two cuties!!

minors do not interact!!

you were fucking exhausted. working on cars for 8 hours straight with no lunch because your coworker can’t do his job made you ready to cuddle up with your wife and put in a movie!! you were finally home! ready to relax and let off some steam.

you unlock the door to your apartment and sigh at the cool air-conditioned air. “abs? you home?”

you hear an answer and smile, walking into your shared room to find her studying for her upcoming exam. what a hard working medical student!! “hi angel. how was work?” she smiles and pushes her chair out enough for you to give her a kiss.

“fucking terrible. i just need a shower and eat, maybe we can cook that steak together tonight.”

abby looks back down at her notebook and gives you an apologetic smile. “sorry baby.. i really have to get this done, i ran out of time earlier to-”

you scoff slightly and dropped your bag on your bed before cutting her sentence off. “abby. i thought you were gonna get that done this morning so we could have a night together.”

she sighs and puts her pen down. “every night is a night together.. ”

“are you fucking kidding? abby i’ve been looking forward to tonight all week. it’s literally the only thing that was keeping me sane.” you’re starting to tear up. all the stress and frustration from work bubbling over. when abby notices she gets up and goes to comfort you but you push her away.

“whatever abigail. i don’t even care. i don’t know why i’m fucking crying. i’ll just get some takeout of some shit.”

abby furrows her eyebrows and laughs. “abigail? it’s that serious to you? you’re not the only one who hasn’t caught a fucking break. working and going to school full time is hard!! not that you’d know.” you’re scowl falls at you sit in shock for a second before grabbing your bag again and storming out of the room. “i’m going to my sister’s house. maybe you should think about who pays your fucking rent to make your life 5x easier before calling me.”

abby tries to say something else but you’re out of the apartment before she can get anything out.

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the next couple days were tense. you had come back from your sister’s house but you barely talked to your fiancé. just making small talk and giving each other pecks on the cheek before leaving for work or getting home from class. abby was afraid to say anything because sometimes she talks before she thinks. you didn’t say anything because you were embarrassed that you let so much emotion from your job pour into your relationship.

tonight you worked an hour of overtime and you were sore and tired and stressed out. all you needed was some tlc!! but of course this is the week that you and abby were silently fighting….

you unlock the door and drop your bag and take off your shoes before making a b-line for the shower. but something stops you. the sight of a set table with two plates. steak, potatoes, and some greens. with a bottle of wine and fresh flowers in the middle of the table. you feel the tears already coming… jesus christ. then you hear a quiet “shit!” from the kitchen.

“abby?” you ask before seeing abby in a cute apron holding her finger while looking down at a pie tin. you laugh slightly and walk over to her. “what happened?”

she frowns, “i burnt my finger.. i also think i made the filling wrong. i tried to follow your recipe but..”

you smile at her and pull her in for a kiss. she lets out a surprised moan but immediately kisses you back, taking off her silly oven mitt so she can bring your body closer to her. you pull away and laugh. she brushes your hair out of your face and smiles. “i’m sorry angel. i said some really stupid shit and i didn’t mean it. i was just ashamed for putting off studying and i got defensive.”

you nod and smile at her, eyes still tearing up. “i’m sorry too. i should’ve heard you out more at first before getting upset. work has been beating my ass lately and i think i’m just needing some extra support right now.”

abby nods and kisses you again before leading you to the table. “well how about we start with some dinner? then you can take a nice shower and we can do whatever you want for the rest of the night.” you sniff and nod, giving her one more kiss before sitting down!

“this smells delicious oh my god.”

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“the waters warm now angel. you’re so beautiful.” she watches as you strip out of your work clothes and you giggle at her blatant staring. “are you not coming in with me?”

abby perks up like a fucking puppy when you say that and starts to take off her clothes as you get in the shower. she’s in not even three seconds after you. you laugh as she pulls you closer. “can’t believe i was so stupid.. you’re so perfect.”

you shake your head and turn to look at her, “shut up!! you’re the smartest person i’ve ever met. gonna be the best doctor.” abby shushes you and smiles, “this is no time to flatter me. this is your night.”

abby starts to kiss your jaw as she slinks her arms around your waist. the hot water coming down to you making you even more comfortable in her arms. “abs-“

she smiles and nips at your neck before pulling away, “is this what you want? we can just shower instead-“

you cut her off with a passionate kiss, “please abby. don’t wanna stop.”

she smirks at you and goes back in for a kiss, pining you against the shower wall while you whine into her mouth. she bites your bottom lip and smiles into the kiss when you yelp in surprise. her tongue explores your mouth while her knee slots between your legs.

you take hold of her hair when her thigh makes contact with where you need her most. “please-“

your hips buck, making your clit drag across her skin beautifully. you whine and wrap your arms around her neck as she moves down to suck on your neck. her hands move down to guide your hips against her bare thigh. groaning at the sounds coming from your mouth. abby wishes she could record them and make them her ringtone, mostly to remind everyone around her that she has the most amazing girl in the world.

“abby.. need you so bad.” your breath hitches as she bites a particularly sensitive area next to your ear. she smiles and looks at your face. your eyes shut and your mouth slightly open as you focus on getting yourself off. abby gently forces you to look at her and smiles at you as she stops your movements.

“what do you want baby?”

your face heats up as you pout at her. “abby.. do i have to say it?”

she laughs and nods, “cmon angel, you can do it. it’s your night.”

“i… want your tongue” you whisper. usually that wouldn’t satisfy abby but you needed her so badly!! how could she wait any longer? she lowers herself onto her knees and rubs your hips gently as she kisses the skin of your stomach and thighs. “beautiful girl. my beautiful beautiful girl.”

you cover your face in embarrassment but abby gives you a light smack on the thigh. “eyes on me baby. there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

you open your eyes and nod, just trying to get her to touch you asap!!

abby lets out the prettiest moan when she connect with your cunt, giving your clit kitten licks before sucking on it. you let out a shaky breath and bring your hand to her hair, trying to stabilize yourself. “fuck, abby..”

you feel her fingers sneak up to your cunt while she draws shapes around your clit with her tongue, sometimes flattening it against your pussy just to hear your surprised moan. you have to stop yourself from screaming when her fingers plunge into your pussy.

“fuck baby. calm down.” abby lets out a shaky breath, your cunt is squeezing her fingers so good! she’s so wet :(

you shake your head as you watch her. “abby- ‘m gonna cum..”

she smiles at your slick and meets your eyes. “go ahead baby.”

the knot in your stomach tightens at her words before it breaks. she keeps fucks you through it until you’re finally calmed down. your chest is rising and falling rapidly with your breaths.

abby puts a stop to her movements and smiles at you. she kisses your thigh before giving your cunt one last kiss and rising from her knees. “open your mouth angel.” you do as she says and she sticks her two fingers in, watching as you suck your own cum off them. “such a dirty girl.” she teases you as you whine. you’re getting wet all over again!!

she lets her fingers free with a ‘pop!’ and gives you a kiss before running her hands up and down your sides, stopping at your ass.

“what should we do now? you ready for a movie?”

you shake your head and smile at her, “i’m ready for your strap.”

abby laughs and stops the water in the shower. “that’s my fucking girl.”

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that night was amazing. not only was it the best dick you’ve ever had but it was also a turning point in your relationship!! abby never missed a date night ever again and you started being more open with your emotions and needs, leading to wayyy more ‘i’m sorry you had a bad day’ sex.

#tlou part 2 #tlou fic #tlou smut #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby anderson smut #abby x fem!reader

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mxlktxa · 1 year

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wouldn't trade her for the world

☁️🌱🕊 modern!au pairing; abby anderson x fem!reader c/w; a/n; just like the ellie fic, i did this in abbys pov cuz i wanted to see if i could capture her behavior except abby isnt obsessive and i just wanna push out more abby content (and joel maybe idk yet) ☁️🌱🕊

What would this world be like without her? Where would I be right now if she hadn't found me on that god awful bathroom floor? Would I be alive? Would I even meet her later on? Why did she get sent my way? Whatever answers you have, I don't really care to hear them. I'm happy with everything she's given me. I wouldn't trade her for the world.

She's everything I could have ever hoped for.

"Baby, baby, baby!" Y/N yelled, running up to me, arms outstretched and smile bigger than ever, "I have the best news you'll ever hear from me!"

She's so beautiful, I damn near forget to actually listen to her sweet voice, "What's that, gorgeous?"

"Okay, okay. So, you remember how I was working hard for promotion? Well, guess what?"

"Seriously?!" I gasped, watching her nod like crazy as she jumped up and down.

"And! And I got those two weeks off that I will be getting paid for! Which means we can go on vacation."

"To Sweden?"

"Correct!"

My landed on her lips as she gnawed on them and placed her hands on either side of my face, pulling me down so she could rub her nose against mine. I chuckled at her excitement while my hands found their way to her back.

"Why do you do this? The nose rubbing?" I asked, backing away so I could look into her eyes and place a kiss on the tip of her nose as well.

"I don't really know. I mean, I always did it with my mom when I was a kid whenever she wanted to show me some love. I guess I was kind of conditioned with it, y'know?" she explained herself, rubbing her thumbs on my cheeks, "you can always ask me to stop if-."

"No! God, no. I love it, don't stop. I was always just curious is all."

Our eyes met once again. She seemed so happy and comfortable with me as if she never had never felt like this with anyone else before me. Her eyes narrowed hands sliding down to my shoulders and a devious smirk replaced her innocent grin.

"Now what's on that nasty old mind?" her voice dropped down to her familiar flirtatious tone, head tilting as she questioned my thoughts. I scoffed, shaking my head and looking away in slight embarrassment.

"Nothing, really," my voice came out much more nervously than I wanted it to, Y/N raising a brow, "I mean... Maybe a little something but... I don't want-."

"Just ask me, Abby. What do you want?"

It was like she could read my thoughts as her cold, dainty hands were sneaking under my shirt, forcing me to flex at her touch. Her eyes obviously stared at my lips, gradually making their way to my chest which was rising and falling like crazy. I hadn't even fully realized I was breathing so quickly.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanna head upstairs and celebrate your achievements."

Now, I wasn't lying about wanting to celebrate but I didn't want to celebrate like this. But ever since she had run up to me so happily, I couldn't help but want to just fuck her like crazy. I just wanted to listen to her whine and complain. It was all I wanted really.

"And you thought that I would say no to this request?"

"Sort of. We could always just go out. If you want to of course."

"Aww, how sweet," she pouted for a split second before playfully pat my ass and planted a kiss as high as she could reach to my chest, "I'll meet you upstairs, I need to do something."

"Nope, do it later, you come first. Both figuratively and literally," I joked, bending down to lift her over my shoulder and carry the damsel up the steps.

"Abigail! You're not funny!"

"You're literally laughing!"

"That doesn't mean that you're funny!"

Yes it did. She thinks I'm absolutely hilarious.

What would I do without this little angel? Where would I be right this very second if she hadn't found me? I probably wouldn't even be here if it weren't for her. Either way. She's one of a kind and I wouldn't trade her for the world.

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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worrisome - farmer! sevika

@pinknightsinmymind my love I cannot stop thinking about it. This is after Sevika becomes an official farmer and moves in with you, but before y’all are married.

farmer sevika x chubby / plus size reader (although it aint too too prominent)

It happens on a day that you’re off to market. you had less goods to sell, just a few jams and pastries, and – with Sevika having to tend to the crops – y’all decided you should go to market on your own. Well, less decided and more convinced and mollified Sevika before she could drive herself into an early grave worrying about you.

She’d spent the whole day pulling taking care of the hens, feeding and entertaining the dogs, maintaining your sunflowers, and, of course, worrying over her girlfriend. So the second she hears the truck drive up to the farmhouse and the jingle of your keys as you step out, she’s sprinting from the field over to you, dogs in tow.

When she gets to the driveway, she slows down, trying to act all calm and composed as if you didn’t just see her book it. She walks up to the truck bed and leans her forearm against it, looking at you with a sparkle in her eyes.

“How was the market, darlin’?” She asks, watching you jump down from the truck and pull some empty containers and your tote bag from the backseat.

“Aw it was wonderful, sugar! I wish you could’ve gone, everyone was asking where you were, had to tell ‘em my big strong girl was taking care of the farm,” You tell her, handing her a bag of goods you no doubt traded for at the market. She could already see a few wrapped up pieces of cheese, some bread, and more jams sitting in your bags. The sound of your voice melts her anxiety away, doing a quick scan of your body to make sure you weren’t hurt or nothing.

“Yeah? Mm, I’m sure they were all glad to see you, sweets,” She murmured, leaning in to kiss you before you shoved another bag into her arms. “Did our stand not sell today? What’s with all the bags?”

“Actually, we sold everything. All of this is from stuff I bought, traded for, or got gifted from people who thought you were out sick. Hope you like soup, because I just got two months worth of bullion from Nina,” You chide, pressing one last kiss to Sevika’s cheek before bounding up the steps into the farmhouse.

She follows you, watching the movement of your body as you walk to the kitchen. The softness of your hips, your thighs, your tummy, all visible in the little overall shorts you wore to market, made something in her chest want to reach out to you, pull you into her and never let go.

“She really didn’t have to do that, I’m not sick.”

“Yeah, well, I told them that but they just wouldn’t listen. But hey, at least we got some food out of it? And don’t worry, I’m gonna make everyone some pastries as a thank you,” You rattle off as you put all the goods away, flitting around the kitchen as Sevika hands you items from the bags. You fill her in on the rest of your day, from the sweet lil kid who bought a strawberry croissant from you to the definitely gay ‘best friends’ who loved visiting your stall every Saturday. Sevika listened, watching you and letting all the anxiety ease out of her body, but there was still something in her that needed to take care of you, make sure you were okay.

She waited until y’all had eaten dinner to act on those urges. Somehow, she’d managed to convince you to shower with her, desperate to get her hands on you.

“Hop in baby, I’ll be there in a second,” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead after she helped you undress, running her rough hands down your soft curves, squeezing at the fat of your hips. You let out a needy hum, whispering out a soft ‘ok’ and climbing into the shower, letting the hot water flow over you.

Sevika watched you for a second before yanking off her clothes, dirty from the day, sighing at the relief of having them off her body. Her skin felt sticky, dirty, and she needed a shower with her girl to fix that.

She slipped into the shower behind you, shifting until she was under the shower head and you were facing her tits. She sees you get flustered, smirking when you snap your eyes up to look at her.

“Hey there,” You whisper, already sounding like her needy girl. Sevika smirks at you, rubbing at your plush hips and kissing you, huffing at the whines you let out against her. When she pulls away, it’s with a string of spit connecting your lips and a hushed whisper.

“Mmm, calm down darlin’, we gotta get clean first.”

You pout, but agree. As you wash her hair and scrub each other down, Sevika is merciless with her teasing. It’s not mean, no, just incredibly touchy and needy and gentle. Her rough hands cupping your breasts and grazing your nipples to clean them, sliding down your waist and over your thighs, kneading at your ass, your tummy, truly whatever she can get her hands on. By the time you two were done, you were dripping down your thighs.

Sevika is silent, thinking, as she leads you to the bedroom. With a soft kiss to your knuckles, she guides you onto the plush bed, letting you sit in the middle. When you go to lay down, she holds out a hand and stops you.

“Don’t, I wanna try something different,” She murmurs, grabbing lube from the dresser and setting any toys you might want on the bedside table. You nod, patiently waiting for her to get on the bed. She passes you a soft towel to place beneath you, climbing onto the bed and helping you lay it out. Once it’s all settled, Sevika sits in front of you, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“What’s wrong, honey? You know you can tell me anything,” You say, reaching out for her hand. Sevika lets you intertwine your fingers, the point of contact grounding her. She was worried, all day. She knew you would be okay but she worried anyways, and now she felt almost silly for it. Like she needs to apologize. She knows you would never see it like that, but a part of her felt controlling, ugly, for being so worried.

“I’m sorry I was so worked up this mornin’,” She says, making shaky eye contact.

“Sevika, it’s okay. I know you just want me safe,” You murmur, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

When she speaks, her voice is quiet, meek. She’s beating herself up over something inconsequential, but you know it’s because she’s scared. “I do, but I should be better at trusting you to do things on your own.”

“Mm, yes, but we can work on that. I had fun today, and I knew I had my girl back home waiting for me, what more could I ask for?” You hum, crawling forward and pressing a kiss to Sevika’s lips, caressing her warm cheek. You’re soft with her, but you want to grab her by the shoulders and scream how much you love her, how much you need her and want her and love how she worries over you, but you stay gentle. You press soft kisses to her cheeks, feeling her grow warm, smiling when her free hands slides up to your hip, massaging the fat.

“Can I apologize, fully? I did mean it when I said I wanna try something,” She mumbles against you, pressing your foreheads together and looking into your eyes.

“You don’t have to apologize, but how could I ever say no to an offer like that? What is it you wanna try, Vika?”

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. “I wanna try scissoring. Or, uh, tribbing? Still not sure what it’s actually called.”

“Oh. I’ve, um, I’ve never done that but I’m down to try,” You stutter out, heart racing at the idea.

Sevika smiles, kissing you again before starting to maneuver you so that you’re both sitting up, one of your thighs over one of hers, and vice versa, cunts almost pressed against each other. She reaches back for the lube, drizzling some over your pussy and inner thighs, doing the same to her own. You’re watching her, hungry, certain that you’re dripping down your thighs all the same.

You nearly whine when Sevika starts spreading the lube over you, rubbing your inner thighs and your mound before trailing down and toying with your swollen clit. Your head tips back, whining out a soft “Fuck, Vika, please.”

“I know, oh I know sugar, just be patient,” She hums, pressing your clit a little rougher before spreading the lube around her own center. The brush of her calloused fingers against her clit makes her twitch, so unbelievably needy for her girl, but she resists. Once she deems you both sufficiently warmed up, Sevika places one hand on your hip, tugging you forward until your cunts meet.

And god, the warmth makes her head spin. It’s all so warm and wet, she can feel the slick heat emanating from you. And you’re so soft, the fat of your thighs and your pussy pressing into her, driving her insane. Sevika moans, unable to hear anything but your whimpers and, when she starts moving, the nasty slick noises from between your legs.

“Fu-fuck, Jesus Christ, honey,” She groans, grinding against you and feeling her clit pushing against your wet pussy. She can just feel your clit, hard and needy, pressing into her. It’s turning her into a fucking mess, the way your grinding into her and whining, soft body jiggling with each thrust. The movement of your chest makes her mouth water, wanting desperately to suck on your nipples.

You’re not much better, already trying to hold back an orgasm. The way Sevika’s hair is grinding against your clit makes you whimper, your needy hole clenching against her. She looks gorgeous, her tits bouncing and her dark nipples looking unbelievably good. You wanna bite them, suck on them and hear her whine for you. The thought only serves to make you grind against her harder.

“Feels – fuck– feels so fucking good baby,” You huff, one hand reaching out to rub at Sevika’s abs and tits. Sevika grunts, grinding harder and getting frustrated that you weren’t close enough.

She reaches out, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer, choking out a moan at the contact. Somehow, it’s even hotter and wetter, the tight slide of your cunts making her head fuzzy. She’s pulling you into her with every grind of her hips, grunting as she does and driving you insane. There’s little you can do but whine and scramble for her, grinding against her and crying.

You’re basically sitting in her lap, having let her sit up with her legs folded under her to better pull you into her. You’re close enough to kiss her now, close enough to suck on her nipples. You bite one and she whimpers, pulling you into her even harder and tilting your head up with her free hand. She pulls you into a kiss, tears welling up at the feel of your soft pussy grinding against her clit so well. It’s all so intense, you well Sevika completely take over as you feel yourself getting closer.

She’s giving you deep thrusts, grinding as if she was wearing her strap, making you leak all over her. “Vika, baby, ‘m close – fuck – ‘m so close.”

Your gasping whines make her shake, pulling you into another kiss and grinding harder and harder until she feels the knot burst, tugging you into a hug and holding your entire body as she quakes. She feels you cum against her, trembling in her hold as she grunts, gasping for air as her orgasm rips through her.

You feel like you’re on fire, cunt leaking and clenching against Sevika’s pussy, clit throbbing. It’s divine, what Sevika does to you, and this orgasm is proof.

As you come down, you two are panting, holding each other and placing little kisses wherever you can. Sevika lets you down slowly, laying you against the bed and sidling up next to you, laying on her side and trailing one gentle hand up your tummy.

“How was that, sugar?” She asks, tone teasing and loving all the same. You giggle, turning onto your side to look at her and press a kiss to her nose.

“We gotta do that more often,” You mumble, pressing kisses to her lips, feeling her hands grip onto your hips and slowly making you straddle her.

“Mmm, how about we try a different position this time, then?” She murmurs, voice deep and low and needy. You smile, slotting your pussies against each other for round two.

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