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✴︎ THE MONSTER’s GONE, HE’S ON THE RUN, AND YOUR BOYFRIEND’s HERE.
pairing. lee heeseung x fem!reader
genre. established relationship, zombie apocalypse au, ANGST, fluff then and there, high sch!au (they’re seniors), mentions of dying and being bitten
synopsis. when it comes down to it, will lee heeseung protect you like he had promised in the beginning of your relationship?
author’s note. This one is a long one and I lwk felt my heart being ripped apart as I finished the ending 🙁 the scene where he sings to her is based off of the scene from “Beautiful Boy” where Nick’s father sings to him. I kind of envisioned Y/n and Heeseung as Cheongsan and On-jo so do whatever you want with this information!
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Lee Heeseung was the perfect boyfriend. He was athletic, tall, and most importantly of all, loving. He wasn’t afraid to show you how much he cared about your relationship.
Being the captain of the hockey team came with a lot of perks. For one, no one was able to yell at him for always giving oogly eyes at you during practice, and no one dared say a word when Heeseung would stop in the middle of his laps to talk to you.
“It’s pretty cold, isn’t it?” Ha Kyungmi, the girlfriend of your cousin and Heeseung’s friend, Sunghoon, perched herself right next to you in the stands.
“Heeseung gave me his jersey.”
Kyungmi smirks, letting her hands feel the material of the jersey you have on. “You lucky bitch!” She says, making you giggle. “Heeseung’s never lent someone his jersey before, that’s how you know he’s serious.”
“That’s good to know,” your eyes look back into the ice, seeing your boyfriend and Sunghoon competing to see who was the fastest.
“You hear that breakout that’s been happening in Busan?” Kyungmi digs in her sweater pockets, pulling out her phone. “It’s reaching Seoul. My mom told me about it yesterday.”
You read over the article that Kyungmi shows you on her phone, something about a deadly outbreak that’s been contaminating the people of Korea. It had started in Busan, and it was making its way to Seoul now.
“Hey!” The voice of your boyfriend makes you snap out of your daze. Heeseung makes his way towards you along with Sunghoon, pulling off their skates as they tossed it against the wall.
“You look pretty,” Heeseung leans in to give your cheek a sloppy kiss, one that has Sunghoon pretending to gag at. “What are you gagging at Hoon? As if that’s not you and your girlfriend all the time.”
Sunghoon raises his hand in mock surrender, interlocking his hand with Kyungmi. “It’s weird seeing you kiss my cousin dude!” He says. “We’re gonna go to the cafeteria if you guys want to meet us there later.”
You glance at your phone, realizing there was only 15 minutes of lunch left.
“Sure, we’ll meet you there man.” Heeseung gives Sunghoon a pat on the back before intertwining his hand with yours, pulling you closer to him despite already being in close proximity.”
“Were you cold?” He asks, concerned bambi eyes making you bite your lip.
“No I wasn’t Seungie.” You lean your head on his shoulder, his thumb rubbing your fingers as the two of you stayed in silence for a bit. “We should probably meet with Sunghoon and Kyungmi before lunch ends.”
“Yeah.” The two of you stand up, making your way out of the ice rink. Thankfully for your growling stomach, your school’s cafeteria was only a few meters away.
“There they are!” Kyungmi waves the two of you over, “I told you buying 2 extra sandwiches was a good idea!”
“Okay okay, sorry baby.” Sunghoon says. “Took you guys forever.”
“It was 5 minutes Hoon,” Heeseung rolls his eyes, thanking Kyungmi as she passed you two your sandwiches. “I really don’t want to go to Ms. Jung’s class. She’ll be the death of me.”
Suddenly, there’s a scream, one that is so horrid that it makes your boyfriend drop the glass cup of orange juice he was holding.
“What’s happening?!” Heeseung says, standing up immediately. He wraps his arm around your waist, eyes widening when he sees students panicking all around.
“Quick, Mr. Jeon’s class is nearby!” Sunghoon pulls the three of you towards a classroom. Inside was about 10 other students, whom of which looked like they were on high alert.
“Yah,” one of the guys said, suddenly standing up. You recognize him as Yoo Hanbin, one of your classmates from biology during your tenth year. “Are you guys bitten? Show us your neck and arms.”
“Bitten?” Heeseung scoffs, pulling you closer to him.
“They don’t know what’s happening Hanbin.” One of his friends says calmly. “They’re probably just scared like us. Close the door, hurry.”
Hanbin snarls, but he obliges. He ushers the four of you in, closing the door in a rush. He then places the teacher’s large wooden desk against it with the help of the other students.
“What’s going on?” Kyungmi asks, flinching when a sudden bang comes from the door.
“Quick! Move more desks!” Despite not knowing what the hell was happening, you helped Hanbin and the others place all the desks against Mr. Jeon’s room.
“There’s an apocalypse,” Hanbin’s friend answers after you all catch your breath. “Haruto.” He introduces himself after.
“Apocalypse?” Heeseung’s grip on your hand is suddenly tighter. “What? You mean like a zombie apocalypse Haruto?”
“I didn’t believe it either,” Hanbin slides his body down against the wall tiredly, lifting up his sleeves to show you his arm. “At first.”
It was bloody and looked like it hurt badly.
“I was in the piano room when it happened. Seolhee’s cries were all I could hear before I heard them. Their growls.” Hanbin shakes his head, looking down at the ground. “I tried saving her—but I couldn’t. One of them tried to bite me before I slashed them across the face with the piano chair. I ran so fast that I fell on the way to Mr. Jeon’s room, that’s where the cut came from.”
You can’t help but send the poor boy a look of pity, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden information.
“Is this about the outbreak?” Kyungmi suddenly speaks up. “The one we read about, remember Y/N? Is it the one from Busan causing all of this?”
Haruto solemnly nods, and that’s enough for you to let out a small cry.
Heeseung wraps his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. “Sh, it’s alright.”
But it wasn’t.
You and Heeseung huddle up together against one of the corners of the room alongside Kyungmi and Sunghoon, trying to generate as much heat as possible.
With the whole city in ruins by now, you knew electricity would be gone soon, you just hoped it would be gone in the morning instead of night.
“We’re almost out of water.” Haruto says, getting up suddenly. One of the girls, who you recognize as Ryujin gets up with him.
If you weren’t stuck in a zombie apocalypse, you would’ve gushed over how much they complimented one another. Ryujin was the star tennis player who looked like she hated everybody, but the way she looks at Haruto showed that she more than tolerated him.
“You seriously aren’t thinking..?” Ryujin pulls Haruto back by his arm. “You can’t go by yourself to get water!”
“I’ll go with him.”
For all the years you’ve known Sunghoon, he’s never been as brave as he was now. You could tell Kyungmi was scared out of her mind, grabbing onto his hand as her lips quivered.
“It’s too dangerous! We’ll live without water for now!”
“Don’t be ridiculous baby,” Sunghoon gives her a comforting glance. “Me and Haruto will go, we’ll come back soon.”
“If he’s going, I’m going too.” The emotions Ha Kyungmi felt earlier now transferred to you. You shake your head, not letting Lee Heeseung’s hand fall from yours. “Y/N, please. Sunghoon’s my best friend, I have to.”
But I’m your girlfriend, you wanted to say.
As much as it hurt you, you knew you had to let Heeseung go. The risks were high, but you knew the rest of your classmates were thirsty to death and needed water as soon as possible. You couldn’t be selfish and beg your boyfriend to stay in front of all of them.
“Be safe.” You say, standing up to cup Heeseung’s face. “Please. Protect yourself first.”
He nods, wiping away the tears that escaped your eyes.
“Promise me, Heeseung.” You whisper.
“I promise.”
You let go of Heeseung reluctantly, watching as him, Sunghoon, and Haruto all slowly push aside the desks, opening the door as slowly as possible.
The growls were less prominent than they were a few hours earlier. You didn’t even want to look through the window to see how many zombies were downstairs at your school’s entrance.
As soon as they’re gone, a boy comes and sits himself right next to Kyungmi and you, giving a small smile.
“You okay Kyung?”
You find it weird how close he’s being with Kyungmi, and even weirder that he waited till Sunghoon had left.
“I’m fine Eunwoo,” Kyungmi replies, slouching against the wall. “Are you okay?”
You turn your head back around, not wanting to eavesdrop on your friend. You prayed and prayed that Heeseung would be kept safe when he was going to get water. You knew where the boys were going—Mrs Ahn’s room. She was the only teacher who kept giant packs of water bottles in her class for students who were thirsty. You hoped Mrs. Ahn was still alive.
“They’re going to Mrs. Ahn, aren’t they?” Ryujin asks, sitting herself next to you.
“They are.” You turn to make eye contact with her, surprised to see a purple bruise near her eye. “What happened to you?”
“Zombies.” She grins, although she knows it’s no time for jokes. “I only made a fuss earlier because Haruto was the one who saved me. Despite being quiet, he really knows how to fight off zombies.”
“Hey,” you get closer to her, almost whispering now. “What do you know about Eunwoo over there?”
Ryujin raises her eyebrows, placing her sight on Eunwoo who was talking to Kyungmi up close. “Has had a crush on Ha Kyungmi for over a year now. I see them sometimes.”
Your eyebrows furrow, not expecting such a response. Before you could say anything back, Heeseung and Haruto quickly rush into the room, slamming the desks back onto the door.
“Seungie?” You and Ryujin rush over to help them. They had 2 packs of waters in their hands, letting it drop on the ground along with their knees as they tried to catch their breath.
“I—I—” Heeseung seems choked up, his eyes teary and red. “I tried to help him—I really did.”
Your jaw practically drops knowing full well what Heeseung was implying. Park Sunghoon was nowhere to be found, not behind him, not behind Haruto.
“They came so quickly, we panicked and we just ran and I—” Haruto is unable to finish his sentence when you let out a scream, your body scumming to the floor.
“My cousin’s dead?” You sob out, clutching onto Heeseung’s bloody blazer when he comes down to hug you.
“I can’t believe it,” Kyungmi’s mouth goes dry and she turns over to hug Eunwoo, who rubs her back comfortingly.
You’re too distraught to even question why she was in another guy’s arms right after your cousin, her own boyfriend, just died.
“I’m sorry,” Heeseung repeats over and over again, letting you cry into his shoulder.
“It’s not your fault,” you sniffle. “Tell me he died a quick death. Tell me it wasn’t painful for him Hee.”
“He fell out the window,” Heeseung says, a few tears escape his eyes. “They backed us up into a wall and Sunghoon fell out an open window. We heard a loud slam and when we looked, he was already dead.”
You sob even louder, making Heeseung’s hold on you tighten.
When you finally catch your breath and pull away, you notice how Heeseung has scratches all over his face.
“Oh Seung,” you say, tracing your fingers over them. “It must really hurt.”
“It feels fine when I’m with you.”
The both of you lean against the cushion that’s propped against the bookshelf in Mr. Jeon’s room, your head laying against Heeseung’s shoulder as you both hold each other’s hands tightly. You felt like Heeseung would disappear if your grip loosened.
“Your lip,” Heeseung suddenly says, letting his index finger touch your lips, which were chapped and bleeding.
“It’s fine,” you brush him off, but he shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for something.
“Here, I have your chapstick.” He pulls out your strawberry flavored chapstick, the one that you always bought before the apocalypse had happened.
“Where’d you get this?” You breathe out.
“I always keep a spare one in my pockets because I know you,” Heeseung smiles down at his lap. “I knew it would come in handy.”
Your eyes softened at his words, one hand coming to hold his chin as you lean in to give him a long kiss.
“Thank you Seungie,” you say as you pulled away. “For everything.”
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You suddenly jolt up from your sleep, face covered in cold sweat.
“Hey, hey, everything’s okay.” Heeseung whispers to you.
You take in your surroundings, making out Hanbin and Haruto’s figures guarding the doors and the rest of the students in the class asleep.
You had your head on Heeseung’s lap, your body sprawled along the cold tiled floor of Mr. Jeon’s class.
“How long have I been out?” You ask groggily, trying to squint at the dark clock on the wall.
“Just two hours.” Heeseung sighs. “The growling stopped for a bit. It’s eleven now. You should sleep more.”
You shake your head, disagreeing. “No Seung, you should sleep. I could watch over for a bit with Hanbin and Haruto.”
Heeseung bites his lip, almost as if he was really debating whether or not he should be sleeping right now.
“Seung, please. You need your energy.”
Heeseung agrees hesitantly, letting you switch places so now his head was on your lap.
“Goodnight Hee.” You say, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.
He smiles back at you, closing his eyes as he let sleep consume him.
Your eyes search around the room, focusing on Kyungmi and Eunwoo sleeping on one another.
Before you were too distraught to care about them two, but now that everything was calm, you really took in the situation.
Ryujin’s words rang in your ear like a mantra. Eunwoo liked Kyungmi for over a year now.
Does that mean.. ?
No, it couldn’t. You knew Ha Kyungmi. She was a sweet girl to you for the most part, she wouldn’t do that to your cousin.
Would she?
“They’re here.” You hear Hanbin whispering. His voice was filled with dread and fear, and your worst suspicions were true.
The zombies had reached your classroom.
“EVERYBODY! UP!” Haruto yells, clumsily turning on the small light that was still working in the room. “WE HAVE TO MOVE! QUICK!”
Heeseung wakes up with a grunt, his arms automatically reaching for your waist as if it was a natural reflex.
“They’re here?” He asks, squinting a bit at the bright light.
“Yes, let’s wake the others.”
You two start tapping your classmates awake.
“There’s a window we can climb out of.” Hanbin points at the window that was half covered by the cushion you and Heeseung had laid on earlier. “It’s not a big drop so we’ll survive it. It’s our only escape.”
Your classmates all start talking at once, some unsure of Hanbin’s plan.
“We don’t have much time!” Ryujin exclaims. “Quick! Climb out!”
A few of your classmates help each other get out of the window carefully, cheering silently when it works successfully.
“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold them off.” Haruto says, the desks being pushed out by the bangs of the zombies on the door.
“Kyungmi! Let’s go!” Eunwoo grabs the girl’s hand, pulling her towards the window.
“Eunwoo—but—Y/N?!” She turns to face you, who was currently helping the boys hold the door against the zombies. “Y/N!”
“Just go Kyungmi!” You yell, watching as Eunwoo helps her get out first.
“We’re going to have to let go and make a swift run for it,” Hanbin says to the three of you. “A broken arm or leg will be better than dying at the hands of these creatures.”
Haruto closes his eyes, nodding slowly at his friend’s words. “On a count of three.”
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three!”
The four of you let go, the zombies automatically piling into the room as soon as you do.
Haruto and Hanbin are quick, climbing out and jumping onto the ground in a swift second.
“Cmon Heeseung! Y/N!”
Heeseung climbs out first, foot barely making it out the window before one of the zombies have got you.
“Y/N!” He screams, hands gripping onto the window as he tries to reach for you.
“Heeseung! It’s not worth it!” Kyungmi shouts, “they’ve already got her, she’s gonna die anyway, it’s not worth it.”
Heeseung’s vision goes red at this. “I don’t fucking care Kyungmi! Unlike you, I actually love my girlfriend to death and would do anything for her!”
His words have her cowering in embarrassment, Eunwoo wrapping a protective arm around her.
“Yah you fucker!” Eunwoo yells. “You want to be with your girlfriend so badly? Then die!”
He and Kyungmi run off to find shelter, the only two who were left were Hanbin and Haruto.
They were silently begging Heeseung to drop it with their eyes, telling them that it wasn’t worth it.
“Cmon Heeseung man,” Haruto says croakily. “You’ll die.”
“Then I’ll die with her.” Heeseung whispers. He watches as one of the zombies bite you, making you scream out in pain.
The zombies all make their way to another classroom when they realize you’re the only one, and since you’ve already been bitten, you were no longer desirable to them.
Despite knowing he would most likely die if he did it, Heeseung climbs back into the room, pulling you into his arms as he did many times before.
“Hey, hey.” He chokes up as he pulls you closer. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s—okay.” You reassure him, eyes slowly turning red as your twitching hands come up to touch his jaw. “Will you sing to me Heeseung?”
You had always joked before that Heeseung would become a famous singer in the future, his beautiful voice entrancing you whenever he’d sing or hum a song.
“Of course.” He gulps, eyes becoming blurry from the tears as each second pasts.
“The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your boyfriend’s here.” Heeseung’s lips tremble, unable to hold in his emotions any longer. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.”
He holds you in his arms despite your twitching body, knowing any second you would turn into one of them. He watches as the light from your eyes disappear, and your skin turns green and veiny.
Lee Heeseung doesn’t cry a lot. He believed that crying wasn’t going to fix anything.
But as he watched the Y/N he loved disappear from his arms despite being physically there, he sobs and sobs. Despite knowing it won’t do anything, he pulls your body onto his, hands on the back of your head as he begs the world to silently bring you back.
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She fits right in (Oscar Piastri)
You meet Oscar's family back home
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"How long is the layover?", you asked Oscar as you put your backpack on properly once you took off your cardigan since you felt quite hot, "three hours", he replied, "we can go to the lounge and have some food first, freshen up", he suggested.
"Uuuuhh, freshening up in a public bathroom before I meet your parents in your childhood home, charming - you didn't have to make it so easy for me, Osc", you offered, going up to him so he could lace your hand in his and guide you through the airport.
Even you though you had travelled to see a couple of races from the garage, you had always kept inside Europe so long hail flights like this weren't something you were used to. You felt tired, sweaty, a little bit dirty from touching things everywhere and overall not that great. Still, it was a privilege to feel like this because of the reasons you did.
You found yourselves a table and made your order, Oscar staying there while you freshened up in the bathroom. Baby wipes, deodorant, brushing your teeth and washing your face would have to do for now.
"Do you feel a little more human?", he asked you once you sat back down, kissing his cheek soflty as he forwarded you your iced latte.
"Yes, actually I do", you snickered, taking a sip before speaking again, "are you sure your parents are fine with this whole arrangement?", you wondered.
"They're fine with it, you shouldn't be nervous, they already like you", he reassured. You had met his parents briefly when they travelled to see him race in Silverstone, but with the whole event taking up the schedule, you got to know eachother on a somewhat superficial level. Still, if the first impression was that good, it was a nice start.
"I'm not nervous nervous - at least not in the way I think I'd be, but is probably the jet lag and my body can't afford to have a freak out right now", you joked.
The last flight was spent with you sleeping on Oscar, arm rest up while you were cuddled up to his side, head nuzzled on his neck while he watched something to keep himself entertained and not get lost on his thoughts.
His family's opinion mattered to him and he was nervous to truly hear it. Not because of you - he was sure you were going to do brilliantly, but it wouldn't be the first time in history where seeing things up close, whether it was the lifestyle associated or being faced with what staying in a relationship looked like in the long run, made people leave. His parents had met your briefly before and now you were being introduced to everyone else. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, the neighbour he knew growing up. Everyone's eyes would be on you, and so would their opinions.
Rubbing your cheek softly, Oscar coaxed you out of sleep, "we're about to land, gorgeous, you might want to pop your ears", he muttered as you blinked your eyes open, kissing his palm before sitting up straight, doing as he told you before you fixed your hair, "do I look nice enough?", you wondered.
"You always look gorgeous", he assured, kissing your cheek softly.
You boarded off the plane and walked to the customs service, "they're quite quick at this time of year since a lot of people travel foe the race", Oscar explained as you were quickly checked before you walked to baggage claim, getting your suitcases and stopping twice to take photos Oscar's fans asked once they noticed it was him, "we're counting on a good race for you!", they wished as you smiled, handing them the phone back and waving once you walked to the spot Chris said him and Nicole would be waiting for you in the parking lot.
"How was your flight, dears?", Nicole was the first to speak as she embraced her son, followed by Chris.
"It was good, didn't have much turbulence", Oscar said as he saw your mother engulf you in a hug.
"It was nice, yes", you smiled, "very tiring getting to the land down under, I have to admit", you chuckled.
"Oh, that it is! Last time we did it, I felt so dirty I immediately went to the bathroom to shower once we got home", she giggled.
"I might actually do that, if you don't mind - my whole body just feels icky", you admitted, knowing you had arrived at early hours in the morning already and you shouldn't make much noise to the people who wanted to sleep.
"Of course it's fine! C'mon, let's pack the car and head home!", Chris encouraged you as he put the luggage on the car trunk while you got inside the car.
By the time you got home, Nicole encouraged you to head straight for the shower you so much needed while Oscar got something to eat. When you exited the ensuite bathroom, your boyfriend was unpacking his own suitcase.
"If you don't mind, I'll unpack those tomorrow? Or in the morning? What time is it already?", you muttered as he had closed the blinds, leaving the room completely dark with only the bedside lamp on.
"It's fine, love", he smiled, kissing the top of your head, "you smell nice", he chuckled, squeezing your waist softly before he went to have a shower.
Maybe it wasn't the most polite, but this was going to be your room for the next couple of days considering you had flown in early so Oscar could spend as much time as he could with his family, so you undid the bed. The fresh sheets enveloped you as you tied your hair in a messy bun just to get it away from your eyes.
The last thing you remember coherently is Oscar laying next to you, pulling you to cuddle up to him and kissing your forehead sweetly with a "Goodnight, my love".
You woke up a few hours later, looking at your watch and see that it was already past midday and you were in bed, "morning", you heard Oscar's groggy morning voice whisper into your back, littering kisses on your shoulders.
"Hey", you smiled, turning around and seeing his handsome smiley face, "it's the afternoon already", you pointed out.
"It usually is when I wake up after coming back home", he shrugged his shoulders, "my parents are used to it. Also, they said they'd be having lunch at my grandma's, so they're not home - it's probably why it's so quiet".
"Do they want us to meet them there?", you wondered, not wanting to part your boyfriend from his family.
"We can if you don't mind", he added, "you could meet my grandma, too!", he tried to see if you felt comfortable with it.
"Yes! Let me just get ready quickly!", you smiled, pecking his lips and leaving the bed.
"Why so excited?", Oscar asked as you were leaving his parents' house after having something quick to eat and you got your latte.
"You have told me many stories from your grandma and grandma's house is always the best!", you winked at him before you wiggled your brows.
"What do you mean it's always the best?", he quirked a brow.
"Grandma's are the ones who have the best photo collections in the family - C'mon Oscar, it's going to be so fun!", you joined your hands together in a cartoon villain like way, fingertips touching as you made a mischief expression.
"Did Lando set you up for this?", Oscar said as he unlocked the car.
"Yes! The more I get, the more Quadrant hoodies he says he'll get me!", you winked, pulling his arm to the car so he could drive you both to his grandparents' house.
"Can we come in?", Oscar announced as you both walked in through the back door, seeing his parents sat at the table while an older lady was doing something at the kitchen counter.
"Oscar, my love!", she yelled, wiping her hands on the nearest kitchen towell before she threw herself at her grandson, hugging him tightly while you greeted Oscar's parents briefly.
"And this is the young woman who stole Oscar's heart, how are you, sweetheart? You're very welcomed here!", she said, pulling you in for a tight hug immediately.
"I'm Y/N, thank you for welcoming me into your home, it's beautiful", you smiled warmly.
"Have you two had something to eat? I can make you something quickly if you'd like!", she asked and you both shook your head, "I'm good, but thank you".
"I was actually getting ready to make some Lamingtons and some Rum Balls, too. Y/N, has Oscar ever baked them for you?", she mused.
"No, I don't think he has", you looked at him for confirmation as he shook his head, blush erupting on his cheeks, "I would never make them as good as yours!", he defended himself.
"Well, darling, I'm going to make some for you too then!", she smiled.
"I'd love to help if you want a hand, maybe then I'll pester Oscar to make them for me back home", you smiled.
"Oh, good! Let's get started then!", she exclaimed, getting you an apron and guiding you through the recipe.
"You can beat these while I measure the flower", she delegated, "it has to be very fluffy so the sponge is firm enough", she advised as you beat the contents inside the bowl.
"How is that going?", Oscar asked coming up from behind you as you were transferring the batter to the lined tin.
"I need to use the bathroom, dear, but when you finish that, can you put it in the oven and take the other one, please?", she questioned, "this way we'll have a new batch to work with everytime", she smiled before excusing herself.
"How is she really doing with you?", your boyfriend waited for a honest answer.
"It's been really fun, truly! She's been telling me stories about when she was younger and what growing up here was like, she fed me some of those things, those rolled up things", you pointed at the plate on the counter.
"Those are rum balls! Love, you don't even like rum!", he pinched your cheek before you out the tray in the oven.
"I wasn't going to break her heart and tell her no, and they're not that bad! Just not my favourite things ever!", you reasoned with him, wiping your hands on the kitchen towell, "but it's been good, she's very lovely - and I am this close at getting to your baby stories", you pinched your thumb and poster finger together.
"You're impossible", he chuckled, stealing a kiss from your lips before his grandma got back.
"She's a lovely girl, Oscar", his mother said as she sat down next to him on the chair on the decking outside as they saw his father gather the supplies for a barbecue. His grandmother suggested and afternoon barbecue for when you were done with baking.
"I'm very happy I brought her home to meet everyone", Oscar smiled, "she's really one of a kind".
"Is she dealing well with all of this? I'm sure she's not used to it", Nicole wondered, "people taking pictures, interrupting your day to day lives, you're not always there for her", she trailed off.
"Well, neither am I, right?", Oscar chuckled, "I think she's been doing well, we speak about it every now and again to check and make sure we're both well with all of it. We don't post eachother much, that's been helpful, and she has all her social media private".
"It's nice, she's an incredible young woman, and you two are so great together", Nicole complimented.
"I think I was more nervous to come out here than her, to be honest", Oscar said, prompting his mother to raise her eyebrows, "not because of her! I was nervous because she's the first person I've brought home - like, home home - and I didn't know how you would react with her being here and everything. It's not like it's a dinner and she can run away or leave for her own place if she feels uncomfortable or if you guys didn't like her", he trailed off the last part.
His family's opinion mattered to him, and as romantic as it often sounded in movies, he wasn't sure how he would proceed if his family strongly felt against your relationship.
"Well, on our end, we're fine", his mother nudged his shoulder, "she's so lovely, Oscar, you would be a fool if you let her get away from you. She's smart, caring, loving - she fits quite well with grandma", she pointed to you two with her eyes as the older lady taught you how to dip the cake in the chocolate and then the coconut, laughing together as you seemed to get more on your hands than on the actual sweet food, "she loves you dearly, I can tell. Of course we approve. But, if she wants to make a run for it, well - that's going to be a little bit tricky at the very least", she joked as she saw her mother help you with a kitchen towell, "though that doesn't look like it's going to be anytime soon".
You fit right in with his family and he couldn't be happier.
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prettiestlovergirl · 26 days
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SO IT GOES...
tw: MDNI; fem!reader; teasing; tipsy fooling around; under the table; fingering; reader has acrylics on!
concept: mom's friend's son!luke who only comes around when your parents are hanging out or for big events. song: so it goes... by taylor swift
a/n: you voted for this so... here you go! this is inspired by this post by @too-deviant ! i saw the concept and was immediately hit with inspiration. it's a bit short, but don't worry, there is a part two coming soon! i will link here when it's up. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪
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was getting wasted a bit tipsy at your mom's friend of a friend's wedding reception a good idea? no. no, it was not.
but you couldn't help it! it was so. boring.
the ceremony was a drag, the small talk was unbearable, and you were going to be stuck here for lord knows how long while your moms talked the night away.
when some of your older cousins came around and offered, you just had to get a few shots! just to provide a warm buzz.
and a couple of cocktails couldn't hurt, just to keep you steady!
oh, and wait, no one wanted that bottle of champagne, right?
so here you two were, a pile of giggles and smirks as you passed the bottle between yourselves in your not-so-secret corner of the world. you both rambled on, reminiscing on old memories of your time spent together.
sharing glances and tipsy smiles when one of your mothers came by and commented about how cute you looked, how it seemed as if no time had passed.
eventually, the teasing started the same way it always did: his hand rubbing its way up and down your thigh.
it was especially easy for him to access your bare skin, the criminally short dress you wore barely covering the smooth flesh. you wore it with him in mind, of course.
last winter, you'd attended a holiday party in jeans, and you'd have thought you were in a chastity belt the way he pouted. he spent most of the evening complaining about missing the way your pretty thighs looked without the fabric, so you decided to be extra nice this time around.
unfortunately, you were starting to think that maybe you had been a little too nice when you felt his hand start moving up, up, up.
"luke, stop it! wait til we're alone!" you giggled quietly, swatting at his hand but doing absolutely nothing to deter him from his goal of getting his hand on your panties.
"oh, c'mon, baby. everybody's too drunk to even care." luke hummed in your ear, his warm breath on your ear making you shiver despite the heat. "besides, haven't felt you in so long, can't blame me f'being a little impatient."
you let out a soft moan when his hand finally found your panties, his palm applying some soft pressure before stopping, making you whine. "is that a yes?" he asked, his voice husky in your ear. you didn't even have to look at him to know he was smirking.
you bit your lip gently, glancing around the room to make sure you really were in the clear before nodding. "mhm."
he slowly rubbed circles onto your clothed pussy, relishing in the way you'd already soaked through them. "god, you're so wet..." he murmured, teasing you over your panties while you let out the occasional gasp or whimper.
"luuuke, stop t- oh." your complaint was cut off by your own quiet moan when he finally pushed your panties to the side and moved his middle finger up and down your slit. he spread your wetness around before finally easing it inside of you.
"oh, fuck." you moaned, bringing your hand up to your lips to try and discreetly muffle yourself. no one was paying you two any attention, but that didn't mean you wanted to tempt fate any more than you were!
luke draped his free arm over the back of your seat, forcing you in place and looking just oh-so-casual while his thumb found your puffy clit. he slipped in another finger, speeding up his thrusts while you struggled to stay quiet.
only you two could hear the squelching of your pussy while luke fingered you, the sounds of music and godawful karaoke blocking it out from the rest of the world.
"so. fucking. wet." luke groaned in your ear, punctuating each word with another toe curling thrust as you felt the familiar, delicious knot in your stomach start to grow. "fuck, fuck, m'so close!" you practically whined, trying to squirm against his firm grip, only to be met with his fingers curled up and made you hiss.
"you gonna cum f'me, baby? gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers?" he cooed, to which you could only nod rapidly and dig your nails into his arm, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you would moan too loud and bring attention to yourself.
after a few more rough thrusts, you turned and quickly buried your face into his shoulder, unable to hold in your moans as you squeezed your eyes shut and came undone.
he continued to rub your clit as you came, enjoying the sting of your nails digging into his arm and the fabric of your panties scraping his knuckles while you rode out your high.
eventually, however, he stopped and pulled his hand out from between your thighs, allowing you to catch your breath. he lifted his hand up, fingers and thumb glistening with your juices all over them.
"fuck, that's hot." he stated, looking at you as he popped his thumb into his mouth to clean it off. you blushed and smacked his chest, attempting to bring his hand down. "luke, stop it!" you hissed, your blush only seeming to egg him on more.
"ah, ah, ah. i earned this, doll." luke tutted, a wicked smirk on his face as he licked all your juices off his hand, groaning at your delicious taste until your mother came by to check in on you, asking if you felt okay, telling you that you looked a bit flushed.
"don't worry, i'm here to take great care of our girl for the night." he told your mother, his best, charming smile on his lips. "in fact, i'm gonna go grab us some waters." he stated, casually adjusting his hard on under the table before getting up and walking away.
your mom continued to talk, going on about how cute it was that you two were still the best of friends, but you weren't paying attention.
no, all your attention was on your phone as you waited for the usual text message to arrive in three... two... buzz, buzz.
you picked your phone up off the table and smiled to yourself as you read the messages.
"meet me in the stairwell" "don't make me start without you."
maybe getting dragged to these random events with your mom wasn't all that bad after all...
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torialefay · 2 months
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10 prompt with lee know plss and slutty, he's just😩😩
• "you want a baby huh?" minho cocked a brow up, putting a smirk on his face.
• your face turned red. was he really gonna make you say it?
• all you'd said to him was that when the time was right, you'd be ready to start a family with him. you should've known he'd run with this shit.
• "say it. say you want a baby."
• "honey- i just meant when the time is right, i wouldn't mind if we-"
• "ah ah ah," he cut you off. "i know what you meant." he smiled and pushed you down until you were now laid on your back on the bed.
• "i know you want a baby now. i know you've been thinking about it." he began to slide your pants down your legs, followed by your underwear.
• "you think i didn't notice you poking at all the tiny shoes when we walked by the baby section of the store yesterday?" he said, going up now to kiss your neck and begin to lift your top off.
• "you think i didn't see the search history on my laptop? i don't think i was the one googling 'sweet unique baby names'." he reached his hand around your back to unclasp your bra.
• "and the way you held onto my baby cousin today when we babysat her? the way you looked at her?" he lifted his shirt off. "you really think i didn't notice any of that?" he couldn't help but smirk down at you now, waiting on you to say something.
• but you couldn't. he was right. you had been thinking about it. a lot. to have a part of this man and you put together forever... well, there was no better idea to you.
• minho quickly slid his bottoms off and laid his body on top of yours, stupid grin the entire time.
• "i want to hear you say it, jagi. tell me you want a baby," he whispered.
• "fine," your breath got caught for a moment. "i want a baby."
• she smiled down at you, petting your head.
• "that's my girl. see, that wasn't so hard was it?"
• before you could formulate a response, minho brought his hand down to your growing wetness, dragging it from top to bottom, moving straight up to rub a few soft circles along your clit.
• you moaned at the sudden movements, not knowing what to expect.
• "i'm gonna give you a baby, jagi. gotta get you good and wet first."
• he continued to make small circles until you felt your legs get tingly. he could sense that you were feeling too good. "ah not yet, we've got to wait til i'm inside you for that," he laughed, looking at you because he knew there was nothing you could do.
• "let's see if you're ready for me yet, huh?" he stuck a finger inside of you and let his mouth drop a bit once he was in.
• "fuck, you're that wet for me? you want me to put a baby in you that bad?"
• your face turned red. all you could do was grapple at his hips, trying to motion for him to move more towards you.
• "so neeeeedy," he teased. "butttt," he lifted himself up onto his knees, "if my baby wants a baby, who am i to say no?" he let out another big grin before rubbing his dick along the outside of you to get himself wet and pushing himself in.
• "ah fuck," he mumbled under his breath as he felt inside of you.
• "so fucking tight for me, holy shit" he said, more stable this time.
• he gave a few strong pumps before throwing your legs over his shoulders.
• at this, he started to speed up with the new position.
• "there we go baby. so i can get nice and deep for you," he started going harder now.
• "you feel so fucking good, shit," he mumbled, kissing your leg next to him. "you're gonna make such a good little mommy for my baby." his thrusts went even harder
• FUCK how much more could he go? you felt so good you could transcend.
• "is that what you want? you want me to make you a good little mommy?"
• "yes," you managed to get out between his thrusts.
• "what was that? say it louder."
• "YES. please," you yelled.
• "mmm and what are you gonna call me once our baby comes?" he hovered his hand to linger it over your pussy.
• "daddy!" you yelled out.
• "mmm good answer," he teased, his voice grumbling.
• suddenly, he started rubbing fast circles again around your clit, just the way he knew you liked it. he was relentless in his strokes, going faster than he ever had before.
• your breathing was shallow, as you felt a warm knot start to grow in your stomach. you writhed underneath minho's touch as it started to get overwhelming.
• "haha hold on, not yet," he taunted, leaning his body down on top of yours, making sure to not lose his hand's contact with your clit.
• "when i say so," he whispered against your neck. "gotta make sure my baby's in there first."
• with that, he started hammering into you. deeper and deeper until you were sure something was going to break. you didn't know that you would be able to hold out much longer.
• you felt the warmth growing and growing. you needed him to finish so you could too.
• "give me a baby minho, please!" you cried, overstimulation setting in. "please daddy, please fill me up! give me a baby. i need it," you screamed.
• it was exactly what minho needed to hear to send him over the edge.
• "ahhhh.. fuck," he mumbled, ramming his hips into yours deeply. you could feel his warmth coming into you.
• "now baby. NOW. you've got to cum right now," he yelled, keeping the steady rhythm at your clit. "come on baby, cum for me. you've got to help me get this baby in you."
• biting your ear, he continued working his finger on you and he rode out his high.
• as soon as you came undone, he smiled, proud of all the screams he was getting.
• you were so overstimulated you could barely stand it. you had a few tears flowing out.
• "that's right baby," he whispered into your ear, trying to calm you as he slowed his thrusts. "that's right. shh shh shh. you're going to be such a good mommy. my perfect little pregnant girl."
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tatoda · 8 months
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Mine || conrad fisher x fem!reader
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!!MINORS DNI!!
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summary: attending the same college as your best friend has its highs and lows, but conrad sees you flirting with another dude he finally does something about his feelings
pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader
warning: slight angst, male receive, jealous conrad CHARACTERS ARE 18
wc: 1.1k
im a little rusty on my smut writing I apologize I'm trying to get back into it still. edited but I may have missed stuff
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You and conrad grew up together as the oldest siblings, you to your brother and sister, steven and belly, and conrad to his brother jeremiah. Your birthdays was just a day apart from conrad’s. To say that your mothers were so excited to have babies around the same time was an understatement. They were best friends and it was their dream to have kids at the same time. Also as mothers, they knew you were both meant for each other. To be the first two little kids to run around the beach house, to attending your dream college together.
At the end of the summer before college started in the fall is when conrad broke your heart. It was the 4th of july and Jeremiah dragged everyone out of the house to go to nicole’s party. You hung out with Belly most of the night not trusting the drunk guys around her. With your mind occupied with her most of the night, you never got to talk to conrad. You wanted to watch the fireworks with him and not come to this lame party, you wanted to kiss him and tell him how you felt about him after all these years. Belly took off with nicole letting you have your fun. Who knew that fun could be ruined in 2.5 seconds? You walked into the living room looking for the brown-haired boy only spotting him with a girl on his lap and her eating his face out with him doing the same thing.
You ended up leaving the party and cousins that night. Telling your mom that you needed to finish a ton of college stuff before moving in at the end of the month. She didn’t push to ask you what happened and let you leave knowing you would call if it was anything serious. When everyone arrived back home that night conrad looked for you. He wanted to talk to you about your midnight plans to go watch the fireworks, but everywhere he looked you were gone. He looked in your bedroom seeing the nicely made bed and your bags gone. He sat on the edge of the mattress looking around softly.
“she left.” laurel walked into the room slowly
“where did she go? everything was fine before the party.” he stood up walking around your room and to the picture of you and him as babies. laurel walked behind him placing her hands on each side of his arms
“two peas in a pod, you two are inseparable.” laurel paused “she went home to finish college stuff.”
“and she didn’t ask me to go with her?” he brought a hand to rub over his face and sighed in defeat.
You didn’t talk to conrad the rest of the summer. He texted you, but you decided you better not get your heart broken again.
It was a few weeks into the school year. Your roommate dragged you out to another party that you didn’t want to attend, only because conrad would be there and almost every time he didn’t see you but you saw him. And you saw the girls he would leave with. And it just broke your heart more. So here you were trying to distract yourself with Josh— a boy from your math class— as he talked to you about his frat. You acted as if you cared only trying to hook up with him in the end.
“yeah my dad wanted me to follow him in his footsteps so he decided to pay for my school year.” he bragged taking a sip of his drink
“wow.” you acted interested
“if you want, one day i can take you for a ride on my boat back home?” he leaned towards you as if it was a secret
“i’d love that, yeah.” you put a hand on his arm rubbing it a little before a shadow crept over the both of you, it was conrad.
“sorry to bother, i need to talk to her,” he grumbled in josh’s face
“can it wait? i’m talking to her?” he tried to protest and you didn’t look at conrad, it would only make you fall and say you’re sorry for everything
“no it can’t.” he grabbed your hand off the dudes arm and walked you to an empty room before shutting the door “what the hell are you thinking!” he moved around you and away from the door
“i don’t know.” you shrugged slowly lifting your gaze to him, he was wearing a white shirt, plaid pullover, and jeans, you had never seen the boys other than in the summer and it was nice to see conrad dressed in jeans
“he was practically fucking you with his eyes!” he stood in front of you now
“grow up conrad, we’re in college now.” you scoffed. putting your drink down on a nearby dresser
“yeah, and it’s my job you don’t get an std from a frat boy like him.”
“oh and you’re any different?” it slipped out of your mouth
“what’s that supposed to mean?” he was taken back by your comment
“i’ve seen the girls you take back to your dorm. how do you know they aren’t carrying anything harmful when you stick your dick inside of them!”
“y/n what the fuck are you talking about?” his eyebrows furrowed
“the girls.”
“what girls! not one has stepped into my dorm other than our damn family when we moved in!”
“b-but you take girls home.” you tried to make yourself believe it
“i walk them back to their dorm. they are a drunk mess and my mom raised me that way, you should know.” his voice softly said
“i-“
“i’ve only had my eyes set on you since we were kids.” he blurted
“w-what?”
“yeah but i wanted to give you space to figure out your college life, but not get dicked down by a frat boy at one party.” he smiled to himself
“i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i didn’t see it earlier.”
“i tried for years, for you to see how i feel.”
“i felt the same way, i was going to tell you at cousin’s, but then i saw you with this girl at nicole’s party and she was all over you so i just left.”
“the party? is that why you left cousins early?” you nodded looking back down at the floor
“i was heartbroken con. you were making out with her what was i supposed to feel?”
“i don’t know you should have talked to me.”
“i talked to jere and he said that it wasn’t worth it, so i just left to get a head start to move in.”
“that’s why you were so distant when college started? we were so excited to be going to the same place, my mom was excited!”
“i felt heartbroken and i didn’t know what to do you’re the only boy i’ve ever loved, i didn’t know how to work around it!”
“i kissed the girl at nicole’s party because jeremiah told me you went on a date,” he whispered
“i-i hung out with a dude at the arcade for 10 minutes trying to help in figuring out a game. jeremiah was there!” you tan your fingers through your hair
“well, how was i supposed to know!”
“it seems like jere is just against us.” conrad laughed softly
“he’s always had something for you, you know.” you nodded knowing how the other fisher boy liked you, but you only had eyes for conrad
“he doesn’t matter. i’ve only seen him as a friend.” conrad let out a soft breath
“come here.” he gestured at you and you walked towards him as he opened his arms for you. the comfort of his arms secured you leaned against his chest hearing the raging of his heartbeat
“your heart is going crazy.” you twisted your head to look up at him with your chin on his chest and conrad looking down at you
“because of you.” he brought a hand to the side of your face and leaned in to kiss you, for the first time. conrad fisher was kissing you, it felt like a dream
He held your face so softy. He didn’t wanna break you, not again. His arms tightened around you pulling him closer to you. The kiss became deeper and stronger than you have ever had before with anyone. That’s when you felt the effect you had on him, he was hard, from you. You didn’t know you could do that to anyone ever but it felt amazing and an accomplishment.
“sorry.” he smiled against your lips as you both slowly separated lips turning red
“don’t be.” bringing one of your hands to his hair moving a few pieces away from his eyes the other hand you had slowly descended towards his pants
“y/n” a warning tone came out of his mouth
“hm?” you looked at him innocence in your eyes as if your hand wasn’t messing with the button of his jeans before moving to the zipper
“no one’s ever-“ his breath hitched as your hand cupped his erection “no one ever touched me down there.” you looked at him confused
“you’ve had sex though?” he nodded
“that doesn’t mean foreplay was involved, they just skip to the sex.” you kissed his lips
“don’t worry, just sit down and relax.” you pushed him to sit on the bed
Dragging down his jeans he lifted your hips to help get the fabrics down to his calf’s. He looked scared and nervous. You were touching him, the girl he’s been in love with forever, finally seeing the effect she has on him. You slowly swiped to get some pre cum off of the head and conrad shuttered under your touch.
“like that?”
“fuck, you have no idea.”
You coated the sides of his dick before slowly moving up and down at the right movement. He looked down at you breathing hard and deadly to your touch. A loud clatter came from outside the room and his eyes turned to worry.
“y/n, i don’t think this is such a good place to do thi-“ you cut him off licking the side of his shaft shutting him up immediately and the sounds from outside passed “fuck” he brought a hand to your head holding it as you bobbed up and down on him “keep going.” you didn’t plan on stopping, you hollowed your cheeks taking him in deeper and his groans filled the room
The way you moved made him jealous of the guys who have seen this image before. You on your knees sucking him off like no tomorrow. But the thought disappeared as soon as it came because he realized that this will be his view for the rest of his life. You looked up at him making eye contact and he felt the warm build but he didn’t wanna release just yet.
“just a few more, yeah.” he started to take control by moving your head with his hips as they came up off of the bed making you gag “just-“ he moved faster feeling the edge start. he pumped all the way into your mouth and let his release into your mouth as he groaned into the air
“fuck.” you pulled off of him and swallows the salty taste “did you just-“ he couldn’t believe you were real
“is that bad?”
“no, no, god no.” he moved your hair from your face. “all i know is no man is ever touching you again, you’re mine.”
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thebearer · 9 months
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what about reader coming to the restaurant before family cause she had a bad day and carmen was pissed off about something wrong that happened but when he sees you looking up at him pouting, his demeanor switches so fast
"Fuck, Richie, can you quit fuckin' with me!" Carmen roars, slinging the bowl with a hard shove.
"Cousin, I'm not doin' shit to you, alright?" Richie seethes, rolling his eyes as the other chefs- the new hires- avoid eye contact. Carmen doesn't act erratically often, tried not to for his reputation's sake, but today was a bad day.
"Hey, cousin, you need to chill the fuck out, alright? Get it out of your fuckin' system now before dinner rush because those people," Richie pointed through the window, where there was an empty dining room- for now. It would be filled by six o'clock. "Will fuckin' see you actin' like a jagoff."
"I wouldn't act like a fuckin' jagoff if you would do what I fuckin' ask you to!" Carmen roared, eyes bulging and vein by his neck protruding.
"Hey, relax, alright." Richie grit, breathing deeply out his nose. "Go fuckin' take a break. We got it. Go see your girl or somethin'. Get that stress out, for fucksake."
"The fuck are you talkin' about-"
"Your girl has been in your office for this past twenty minutes while you were actin' like a moron." Richie snapped, Carmen's demeanor suddenly faltering. "Yeah, get embarrassed, cousin. She heard all that shit."
"Just- shut the fuck up, alright? Fuck you." Carmen huffed, stomping towards the office.
"Don't fuck me. Go fuck her. Get some of that fuckin' attitude out, holy shit." Richie snarled, rolling his eyes.
Carmen ignored him, walking through the door of the office. You sat at his desk, mindlessly scrolling though your phone, barely looking up when he walked in. "I swear to God, Richie's a fuckin' pain in my ass." Carmen started in, ignoring your solemn expression. "Fuckin' wise ass. Thinks he knows fuckin' everything, and you know what? He- What's the matter with you?" Carmen stopped his ranting and pacing, skidding to a stop to look at you. Your sad eyes and long face.
"Nothin'." You muttered, looking up at Carmen gently. "What did Richie do?"
Carmen shook his head, sitting on the desk in front of you. "Not important. Tell me what's wrong, hm? What's goin' on?"
You faltered for a moment, deciding to shake your head and ignore your emotions. "It's nothing, Carm-"
"-You're lyin' to me." Not a question, a fact. Carmen's raised brow to you that. "Why are you lyin' to me?"
"I'm not, it's just..." The shaky breath you took in, a strangled, watery gasp had Carmen's heart lurching. "I just had a really bad day." You hated the way your voice cracked, wobbling and wavering with emotions. You'd cried all the way here, the freshness of the tears coming back to you again, flooding your waterline.
"What happened, baby?" Carmen's tone dropped into a coo, a soothing balm over your teary demeanor.
"It's just... I don't know, I felt like I couldn't get anything right today, and-and I just... I'm really tired." You admitted with a small quake in your tone. "I just want this day to be over."
"Did someone say something to you?" You'd bitched a few times about a coworker making off handed remarks to you, and Carmen was more than happy to say something to him. He didn't mind at all, insisted on it, in fact.
"No, it wasn't Toby." You rolled your eyes at the mention of him. "He wasn't bad today, actually, which made it worse. I just, I don't know, my mind was all over the place today and I-I'm just stressed."
"I'm sorry, baby." Carmen rasped, hand on yours, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.
"It's ok." You pouted, exhaling deeply. "I just want to go home and not have another fucking thought for the rest of the day.
"Wish I could help you with that." Carmen grinned, playfully, proud to see that you smirked, shaking your head at him. "'m serious. You need me to do anything?"
"No." You shook your head. "I'm starving, so I'm gonna eat and then go home. Sit in the bath until I dissolve." You grin lightly up at him.
Carmen smiled, leaning over to kiss you sweetly, hands cupping your face, tasting the saltiness of your tears still lingering on your lips. "Are you hungry now? I can get you somethin' to eat real quick, baby. What do you want?"
"No, Carmy, I'll be alright-"
"Hey, Marcus," Carmen was sticking his head out already. "You got any focaccia ready?"
"Yes, Chef, I have a few prepped-"
"-Gimme one, please. Thanks, Marcus." Carmen nodded, taking the bread, and passing it over to you.
You frowned at him. "I was fine, Carmy. Could've waited until family." You pouted, but you were already tearing the bread basket open, mouth watering at the sight.
Carmen grinned. "I know, but I don't want you to go hungry. Had to taste tonight anyways. Tell me what you think." He muttered, watching you tear off a piece.
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valeskafics · 3 months
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"Indecent Proposal" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Michael Gavey
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a/n: request from @tumblin-theworldaway - hope you like this darling!! 🩷
Summary: Aemond is the epitome of everything you and your best friend are not. However, he and Michael soon realize they have more in common than they initially thought.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, alcohol consumption, oral f receiving, overstim, oral m receiving, tiddy succin, p in v sex, unprotected sex
Word Count: 2,145 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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“He’s staring at you again.”
“No, he isn’t, Michael, stop being ridiculous.”
Your best friend gives you an unimpressed look as the two of you continue studying in the Oxford library, exam season fast approaching. Michael shoots the man he believes to be staring at you an annoyed glare. 
Aemond fucking Targaryen. The epitome of everything Michael despises.
Popular, old money, the very definition of a nepo baby. The worst part? The guy is absolutely brilliant, nearly as smart as Michael, just as smart as you. The three of you are at the top of your class in absolutely everything, leaving little room for others to compete. When a question is asked, chances are it is one of you three who answers it.
You and Michael have been best mates since secondary school. He’s not just your best friend, but your other half, your closest confidante. You know you can trust him with anything. And he knows he can trust you. It’s always been like this, the two of you against the world, always having each other’s backs. When Michael got picked on back in school, it was you who would come to his rescue, defending his honor so to speak. And he’s always been confident in the belief that one day, you’ll realize how he feels about you - how he’s always felt about you - and tell him you reciprocate his feelings.
He just needs Aemond Targaryen to fuck the fuck off.
But, instead of doing that, he walks over to the two of you, a tight-lipped smile on his face, and takes a seat opposite you. Michael grits his teeth, returning the nod the platinum blond gives him. Then, Aemond’s gaze settles on you.
“Hello, love,” he says, that posh London accent of his rubbing Michael the wrong way even though he’s barely said two words, “How are you getting on with your revision?”
Michael despises the way you smile at Aemond so sweetly, tucking your hair behind your ear as you always do when you get a bit nervous, “Hi, Aemond. Getting on pretty well. Michael’s an absolute angel, helping me with some of the concepts I don’t understand.”
“Yes, you’re very lucky to have a friend like him.”
Michael scowls at the emphasis on the word “friend”. Stupid cunt. He doesn’t understand that the bond between you two goes beyond friendship. Aemond may be well-liked on campus, hanging around the likes of Felix Catton and his cousin, Farleigh Start. The elite of the elites. From what Michael knows, the Targaryens are even richer than the Cattons. The two of you don’t belong to that world. You never will. Which makes Aemond’s interest in you all the more aggravating.
“My mate, Felix, is having a party tonight,” Aemond states, “Would love both of you to swing by.”
You smile at him brightly, immediately telling him that you and Michael would love that. Michael absolutely would not love that, but when you look at him with that excited puppy dog expression, he melts, muttering to Aemond that the two of you will be there. Aemond nods, standing up, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms - Michael notices the way your gaze lingers on them, and so does Aemond, judging by the little smirk on his face.
“Goodbye, love. See you tonight. Gavey.”
You lean your cheek on your hand, sighing to yourself as you watch Aemond saunter off. Michael scowls, wanting nothing more than to chuck his rather heavy physics book at the back of Aemond Targaryen’s admittedly handsome head.
“Quit staring after him,” Michael says blandly, “Your ogling is pathetic.”
You pout slightly, turning to your best friend, “I wasn’t ogling him! I was…” You sigh, “Yeah, I was ogling him. But can you blame me? I mean, between him and Catton, I’m not sure if I’ve stepped into Oxford or GQ Magazine headquarters!”
“I’d almost rather you went back to mooning over Catton like you were last term than this prick,” Michael mutters under his breath, glancing at the clock and packing up his belongings, “And now you’ve got us stuck going to some party with all of these vapid cunts. I could’ve been revising. Exams are so soon-”
“And risk me going home and telling your mum I didn’t drag you out to at least one party?” You tease, “Absolutely not. Come on, we’re going to have fun tonight.”
For some reason, Michael has a feeling that you’re right.
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Michael tells you to go on ahead to the party without him, something that annoys you, considering you were hoping to have your best friend with you when you arrived. However, Oliver Quick finds you pretty soon after you enter and leads you over to where he, Felix, Farleigh, and of course, Aemond, are standing around, having drinks. You can feel the envious eyes of the other students on you when Aemond, who is notoriously cold when it comes to the girls who flirt with him, leans in and greets you with a kiss on the cheek, murmuring how glad he is that you could make it. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, giving him a smile before greeting the others present, Felix quickly handing you a drink of your own, making no fuss when you tell him that you’d rather not. He simply nods and takes the shot himself, giving you a charming grin.
Though you and your best friend always mocked these sorts of guys, you find that Aemond is so easy to talk to, the two of you losing yourself in conversation quite easily. He listens to you attentively, his good eye boring into you with an intensity that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. He tells you he isn’t much for drinking either, having nursed the tumbler of whiskey in his hand for most of the night. You’re surprised when he opens up to you about his relationship with his brother, his father…
By the time Michael arrives? You think you can very much consider Aemond a friend. You see Michael wave at you awkwardly from the entrance of the party, one of his hands in his pockets. You smile at Aemond, excusing yourself, and rush to bring Michael inside, taking your best friend by the hand as you beam at him, rambling about how lovely everyone has been so far. Michael’s cheeks flush at the realization that his hand is still entwined with yours. Tonight is going to be the night, he swears to himself. The night that he tells you how he feels.
You lead him over to where you and Aemond were talking and he stiffly nods at the latter. You somehow manage to balance the conversation so you are able to speak with both of them, only leaving when Oliver asks you if you’d fancy a dance. You don’t see it, but Aemond and Michael both narrow their eyes, glaring at Oliver as he whisks you away.
“Never liked him,” Aemond comments, loud enough only for Michael to hear, “Felix thinks he’s the nicest guy, but I don’t trust him.”
“You shouldn’t,” Michael remarks, seething internally at the way Oliver is looking at you, “He should get his filthy fucking hands off of her-”
“My thoughts exactly.”
And with that, an uneasy friendship of sorts is forged between the two smartest young men at Oxford University. They have a common enemy, after all. Oliver. Their shared goal quickly becomes keeping him away from you.
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Aemond joins the two of you more and more often to study. It’s strange, seeing him and Michael being so civil to each other, but you decide not to mention it. It’s nice, being able to sit there with both of them, revising for exams, chatting about mundane everyday things.
The only awkward topic of conversation is Oliver. No matter how many times you try to convince them that Oliver and you are not a thing, they persist in their Oliver slander campaign. You glance between them, a bit amused that this is the common ground that they’ve found, though you go back to your notes, effectively ignoring their warnings.
That’s when Aemond finally says what’s been on his mind for months now. Ever since he saw you during freshers week, sitting beside Michael.
“I have a proposal of sorts,” he hums, “An indecent one.”
Michael and you exchange a confused look before turning to him, the former asking, “Yeah?”
“Well, clearly we both want the same girl. And said girl wants both of us,” Aemond says, leaning in and tilting your chin upward so that you’re forced to meet his gaze, his thumb running over your lower lip, “Don’t you, love?”
Michael looks at you, wondering if there’s any truth to what Aemond is saying, his heartbeat thudding against his ribcage at the tiny nod you give, the nearly inaudible whisper of that sweet little word. 
“Yes.” 
You want Aemond. But you want him too. Aemond smirks at both of you before leaning back in his chair.
“My proposal is this. We go to my flat, give you the shagging of your life, and then see where this goes from there.”
You look between him and Michael before asking, “Michael? What do you think?”
“I think I’m willing to share you with Targaryen. So long as it isn’t Oliver.”
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You never in your wildest dreams thought you’d end up here.
Okay, scratch that. You’ve definitely imagined this in your wildest dreams. Michael’s face pressed flush between your thighs as he mouths feverishly at your cunt, gazing up at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. Aemond’s lips wrapped around one of your nipples while he massages the other, palming at it, squeezing, gently pinching your sensitive bud until it hardens beneath his ministrations. The pleasure is almost too much for you to handle as you feel Michael’s tongue drawing lazy circles around your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come tonight. Aemond took his turn tasting you first, holding your thighs apart while Michael kissed you, fucking you with his tongue, the slurping sounds that escaped his lips being borderline obscene. And when he continued, ignoring your pathetic little whines, you turned your face away, trying to avoid eye contact, but Michael grabbed you by the jaw, forcing you to face your lover, the two of them exchanging wicked little grins.
You don’t know how much more of this sweet torture you can take, feeling Michael tongue moving against your pussy, Aemond’s fingers moving down to toy with your clit. You whimper as Aemond moves to kiss you, moaning into his mouth as they rip another orgasm from you, Michael’s tongue unrelenting as he laughs against you.
Michael flips you onto your stomach while Aemond kneels in front of you, stroking his long, veiny cock. You feel Michael slowly sheathe himself inside you while Aemond tilts your face up to look at him, a silent demand for you to open your mouth, which you gladly do. You moan around him with every thrust of Michael’s length inside you, his balls slapping against you as he lets out quiet grunts, feeling you squeeze around him. Aemond’s hand moves to your hair as he holds you in place, fucking your mouth, your hands moving to his thighs to brace yourself as he chases his high. Aemond keeps eye contact with you, a dirty smirk on his lips at how fucking gorgeous you look with your lips wrapped around his cock, so perfect just like this. Michael feels his stomach tighten, knowing he’s getting close to his own end. He moves to circle your clit with his fingers, and you whimper around Aemond’s cock, the sound bringing him closer and closer as he pushes himself deeper down your throat, admiring the tears that pool in your eyes.
After the fact, the three of you lie in a tangled heap of limbs, both of them holding you and whispering how well you took them. Aemond presses a kiss to your shoulder while Michael presses one to your forehead.
“I think we ought to make this a regular arrangement. That is,” Aemond chuckles, glancing at Michael, “If you agree, Gavey.”
“I agree,” Michael mumbles, watching as your eyes flutter shut, sleep slowly claiming you as you lay between the two of them, “But if you ever hurt her, I don’t care how rich you are, I’ll fucking kill you.”
“I have no intention of hurting her.” Aemond’s voice is gentle as he runs a hand through your hair and Michael realizes that Aemond may be the only other person in the world who cares for you as much as he does, “Just taking care of her.”
“Something we have in common then.”
“Indeed.”
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daysofyellowroses · 2 months
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peanut butter
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carmen berzatto x reader | 1.8k | prompt was: a carmyxreader where r is really struggling with getting regular things done with their ADHD & Carmy takes a day off for them to body double and be there while she does their tasks as requested by @thecapricunt1616 - i hope you like this!
disclaimer: i do not personally have ADHD, so i can't write from personal experience, but from research and what I've learned from friends with ADHD, i hope this is a respectful and accurate portrayal!
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The alarm going off on your nightstand had you flinging your arm over your eyes as you rolled onto your back. Alarms on a weekend should be illegal, really. Once the alarm tone started looping back around, you slowly rolled over to grab your phone, tapping at the screen a few times before finally turning the alarm off with a swipe.
You took a deep breath before slowly getting out of bed, yawning as you stretched your arms. The sunlight streaming in through the window made the room brighter if not warmer, you rubbed your arms a little as you made your way to the bathroom.
The tiles were cold under your feet and you cursed yourself for not grabbing some socks first. You plucked your toothbrush from its holder before sliding open the shower door and leaning in to hit the button.
Once the water started running you went to brush your teeth, looking at your reflection in the mirror and leaning in closer, swiping your thumb over a small bump on your chin. Setting your toothbrush down, you opened the mirror cabinet, rooting around for some acne cream and sighing as you only found an empty tube. You threw it in the trash before closing the mirror and gripping the edge of the sink. 
After a moment you turned off the shower, going into the kitchen and turning on the radio, the sound of music filling the kitchen. Searching the cabinets, you managed to find the last of a leaf of bread, popping two slices onto the toaster. 
You went to the refrigerator, taking the pen that was connected to the notepad stuck on the door. Your eyes fell on the photo strip tucked beside it, smiling as you looked at the pictures of you and Carmy pulling stupid faces, laughing, and kissing in the last one. You two had gone to an amusement park with Richie and Eva, and when you spotted the photo booth you couldn't resist tugging Carmy inside. 
Opening the refrigerator, you looked inside it for a moment, turning your head as you heard the toaster pop. You went to take out the toast, leaving it on the counter as you got a plate, dropping the toast onto it before wiping your hands and going to your bedroom to grab your phone.
You opened it up to a flurry of notifications, sitting down on your bed and taking a breath as you read them. 
Go to the gym! Grocery run! Pay car insurance! Do laundry!
You held your phone tightly in your hand, closing your eyes for a moment and trying to organize your thoughts, all of them getting tangled in your mind and blaring like neon signs. Taking a deep breath, you looked down at your phone and cleared the notifications from the screen, bringing up Carmy's number and hitting the call button.
It almost seemed like he wasn't going to reply when you got a response, silence for a moment before a tired “Hello?”
“Hey,” You smiled softly, picking at invisible thread on your pajamas. “It's me, I'm sorry if I woke you up, I'm not sure what time it is.."
“You didn't wake me up, baby,” Carmy's voice is low and soft in your ear and you feel yourself begin to relax. “I promise. I've been awake for a while, down at the restaurant trying to get stuff done without cousin in my ear.”
In the background you heard a ‘I fuckin’ heard that!’, which made you laugh.
“How is everything over there?” You asked, your thumb gently sweeping over your nails. “Are you okay?”
“It's fine, yeah,” Carmy replied, hesitation in his tone you decided not to comment on. “I'm..I'm good, how are you?”
“I'm-”
‘Oh, fuck me!’
“I'm okay,” murmured softly, resting your fist on your thigh and closing your eyes. “You're busy, you got a lot going on, you don't need me in your ear.”
“Baby don't say that, hang on,” You could hear the bell sound at the door and traffic in the background. “You sure you're okay? You'd tell me if you weren't, right?”
“Right,” You nodded, biting your lip. “It's..I don't know, I'm just really struggling with-”
‘Hey, we need you back in here, Carm. ASAP.’
You could hear Carmy's deep sigh on the other end and your heart ached.
“You're needed there,” You smiled half-heartedly. “I'll see you later..I love you.”
You hung up the phone before Carmy could respond, falling back onto your bed with a groan.
Just under an hour later, you opened your eyes as you heard a knock at the front door. You hadn't planned to fall asleep but apparently your body decided you needed a nap. Getting up from your bed, you smoothed out your pajamas and made your way to the front door, opening it up and raising a brow as you saw Carmy standing on the other side.
“What are you doing here?”
“Hello to you too,” Carm rolled his eyes with a grin, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist, your falling around his neck. 
“Hi,” You murmured softly, closing your eyes and burying your nose in your boyfriend's hair. “I just didn't expect to see you until later, that's all.”
“I figured I'm owed a day off,” Carmy murmured softly, gently stroking your back before he gently pulled away and placed his hand on your cheek. “I had a feeling I was needed elsewhere.”
You leaned into his touch, letting out a breath. 
“I'm just having one of those days. I really didn't mean for you to drop everything.”
“I know,” Carmy smiled softly, leaning in to give you a kiss before stepping into your apartment and closing the door. “But everything is under control, Syd and Sug know what they're doing, and I don't want to be anywhere but here with you.”
You couldn't keep the smile off your face, pulling Carmy in for another kiss.
“You're wonderful,” You whispered softly, your hands resting on his chest. “just in case I don't tell you enough.”
“I don't mind hearing it,” Carmy grinned, gently tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“Uh..no,” You replied, slightly distracted by Carm's large hand moving under your t-shirt to your bare waist. “I made toast but..I never ate it.”
Carmy smiled as he gently stroked your waist, stepping closer to you so your bodies were flushed together. 
“Why don't you go have a nice relaxing shower, and I'm gonna make you breakfast.”
“I have barely any food in the house,” You sighed softly, resting your arms around Carmy's neck. “I need to go food shopping, and do laundry, and..”
“Hey,” Carmy murmured softly, gently stroking your waist. “Don't worry about any of that right now. All you need to do is go have that relaxing shower, right?”
“Okay,” You nodded, gently stroking Carm's cheek. “I will.”
The shower was indeed relaxing, you took your time and wondered what Carmy could possibly cook from the remnants of your fridge. He always seemed to be able to make something from nothing, you loved that about him. Once you had showered and brushed your teeth you made your way to your bedroom, picking out your clothes.
Just knowing Carmy was in your apartment made you feel more at ease. Every time he came over, you felt calm and relaxed, he was a soothing presence even when you knew that he had his own stress and worries. He never complained or moaned about his own issues, even though you always told him he could, encouraged him to talk to you about anything. But you realized that he wasn't not telling you things because he didn't want to or he didn't trust you, he wanted the time he spent with you to be an escape from all those other things.
You wondered if the two of you were to live together if Carmy would open up more to you, if your place wasn't just an escape for him. You pushed the thought aside, getting dressed and grabbing your phone before heading into the kitchen.
“It smells amazing in here,” You smiled, resting your phone on the table. “It usually smells of smoke after I've been in here.”
“That's why you got me,” Carmy smiled, walking over to the table and setting a plate down. “Coffee is nearly ready.”
“Oh wow,” You smiled, looking down at the plate. It was scrambled eggs with little bits and pieces from the fridge, your abandoned toast reheated and cut up beside it. “This is so great, thank you.”
As you sat down, Carmy placed a mug down by your plate before sitting down himself with a mug.
“Anytime baby,” He took a sip of coffee, watching you for a moment with a smile. “So what's on the list for today?”
You held your fork in mid air, picking up your phone and handing it to Carmy before taking a bite of breakfast. 
“Let's see,” Carm smiled, opening your phone and checking your calendar. “This doesn't look so bad, we can do this.”
“You don't have to,” You insisted, picking up your mug. “If you don't feel like it.”
“I want to,” Carmy smiled. “You can do all this, I know you can, but I'm happy to do it all with you.”
And he does.
After breakfast, he cleans the kitchen while you organize your laundry. You tell him about work when you take the laundry down to the ground floor of your building and load into the washing machine. He tells you about the latest developments in the restaurant when you're in the grocery store. He picks out some things “for when I make you dinner” and your heart swells.
Back at your apartment, you unpack the bags and laugh as Carmy tells you the latest mishaps from work. You go downstairs and transfer the laundry to the dryer, ending up sitting on the machine with Carmy between your legs, kissing you like you're teenagers again.
You pay your car insurance, you clean your apartment, you fold your laundry, and put it away. 
Carmy gets a call he has to take, and you worry your little domestic bubble will burst, and your mind will be tangled knots and neon signs once more.
“All good,” Carmy smiles as he comes back into the kitchen. “What's next on the list?”
“Let me check,” You smile, picking up your phone and checking. “Hm..just the gym. I'll go get changed.”
“If you want,” Carmy nods, walking closer to you with a grin. “Or..you could just have a workout at home.”
You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, letting out an excited squeak as you are picked up, your legs wrapping around Carmy's waist. 
“Lead the way.”
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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months
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baby fever
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warnings: smut!, 18+ only, unprotected sex
“baby, are you okay?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he walks past, carrying a box to a different room. you were helping him unpack into his new house but only big boxes were left, and rafe refuses to let you carry anything that you would even remotely struggle with.
“fine.” you say, but rafe can tell by your voice that you’re saying it with a pout on your face.
“baby.” rafe scolds, coming to sit next to you. 
“it’s just… my cousin had her baby and she’s posting the cutest things on instagram and well… i have baby fever.”
rafe chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you want a baby?” he asks.
“of course, they’re just so cute and i know i’m young but i would be such a good mother and-” you suddenly realize that rafe isn’t thinking about it in the same fantastical way that you are, “i mean not right this moment. just in general.”
rafe nods in understanding, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you show him a picture of the baby on instagram, a beautiful healthy little girl, weighing in at exactly 6 pounds 8 ounces. 
“can’t wait to have a baby with you.” rafe says, and you snap your head to look at him, locking your phone and setting it on the couch cushion next to you. 
“you want to have a baby with me?” you ask. you’ve talked about your future with rafe plenty of times, but never really about starting a family or when that would happen.
“of course.” rafe cups your cheek in his large hand. “gonna marry you one day.” he presses his lips against yours, “have lots of babies.” he kisses you again, and you let yourself get lost in the rhythm of your lips sliding against each other.
you shift so you can straddle rafe, and he wraps his arms around your waist to pull your body close. you let out a moan against his lips when you feel that his cock is swelling beneath his sweatpants.
you are both tired from the day of moving, but you need rafe more than anything. you quickly take your shirt off before reconnecting your lips, letting rafes adept hands undo your bra, tossing it somewhere in the room. 
his hands cup your breast, massaging them gently in his warm palms before swiping his thumbs over your nipples, making them grow hard. you shiver at the sensation, grinding your pussy against his crotch.
“fuck, i need you now.” rafe pulls away to take his own shirt off. you stand up, unbuttoning your shorts and taking your underwear off at the same time as them, not wanting to waste any time.
rafe lifts his hips to take his pants and underwear off before you’re back on top of him. you grind your bare cunt against his cock, spreading your wetness. rafe lets out a moan at the sensation. “baby, i love you.”
you smile, giving rafe a sweet peck on the lips. “i love you too.”
suddenly rafe flips you so you can lie down with your back on the plush couch cushions. rafe bends down your body to take your nipple into his mouth, giving it a harsh suck while his free hand goes to your wet pussy, thumb rubbing over your clit. you let out a gasp as he moves to the other side of your chest.
“fuck me, rafey, please, need you so much.” usually you’d let rafe finger you or eat you out beforehand, whatever he pleased, but you need to feel connected right now, joined together.
rafe nods, coming up to peck your lips quickly before looking down, grasping his cock to line it up with your entrance. 
“deep breath for me baby, you’re doing so good.” rafe soothes you as he begins to push in with ease.
you whimper when he’s all the way inside, hips pressed as far into your body as possible. “move.” you command, leaning your head back and closing your eyes in preparation for his thrusts, but it doesn’t come.
“gonna put a baby in you one day.” rafe says huskily, draping his body over yours.
you let out a moan, attempting to wiggle your hips to get him to move, needing it now more than ever at the thought of your tummy swelling with rafes baby.
“gonna marry you, buy you the biggest ring.” rafe presses a kiss against your neck.
“gonna spend the rest of our lives together, huh?” he asks, and you nod quickly, wanting nothing more than that.
“please move.” you beg, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
“move baby?” rafe mouths open in fake offense. “i’m talking about our future and all you can think about is your pussy?” “rafeyyy.” you whine, clenching your pussy around his cock, hoping that gets him moving. 
“gonna make you so happy, huh? does that sound good to you my princess? big diamond on your finger, house full of babies running around?”
you nod, closing your eyes to imagine the future with rafe, the amount of happiness and love that would be in that house. you’re in your little dreamland when suddenly rafe pulls almost all the way out and then thrusts quickly back in.
“ahh!” your back arches up, tears now flowing down your cheeks.
“part of making you happy is also keeping this pretty pussy happy, huh? want me to fuck you?”
you nod quickly, “yes, yes, rafe. fuck me please, you make me so happy, so happy.” you babble.
rafe begins to snap his hips into you in earnest. you raise your hips to meet his thrusts, bodies coming together in an explosion of pleasure. rafe presses a thumb against your clit, rubbing it gently.
“love you y/n.” rafe presses his lips against your mouth in a half-kiss, but you can barely kiss back as you let out a moan with every thrust. “love you so much.”
you nod, hoping he understands that you’re trying to say that you love him back, but you can’t form words as your clit begins to pulse, trying to wait for rafe to also cum, but you can’t hold back anymore, his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside of you and his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit.
“rafe!” you shout, the one word you’re able to form as your orgasm sweeps over your body, back arching as rafe presses down against you, mouth coming to bite between your neck and your shoulder as he pushes through your clenching pussy to cum deep inside of you, releasing with a final shout of your name.
“y/n, y/n.” rafe pants as you feel him filling you up. you imagine, just for a second, that you hadn’t taken your birth control pill this morning, that he was giving you his seed, and you would grow a little mini rafe in your tummy. 
rafe collapses on top of you, completely spent. he pulls out after a moment, but can’t get it in him to get up yet. you scratch your fingers over his skull, and rafe gives an approving hum.
“love you too.” you coo, finally able to respond. 
rafe chuckles, picking his head up to give you a sweet kiss. “you know i was serious about all that, right?” rafe asks, sitting himself up and pulling you with him so you’re both sitting on the couch.
you feel the slight urge to cry again, big happy tears full of love with rafe and hope for your future. “i would love nothing more than to marry you and start a family some day.” you know you’re still young, that you have plenty of time, but you’re so deeply in love, you just know that rafe is the one for you.
“well to start that out,” rafe stands up, grabbing his underwear and pulling them on as he heads to grab something off the dining room table. you furrow your brow in confusion, grabbing his shirt and putting it on.
rafe comes back and sits down on the couch, handing you a small gift box. you smile as you undo the ribbon, opening it up to reveal a key.
“rafe?” you ask, hope in your eyes as you look up at him.
“move in with me? this house is too big to be here all alone, and i want to spend every minute with you.” 
“oh rafey, yes!” you throw your arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses all over his face.
“i love you.” rafe squeezes your sides. “even if you’ve turned me into a big sap.”
you giggle, pressing a kiss to rafes lips. “i love you too.”
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elswifee · 7 months
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Games
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Pairing: Toxic!ellie x fem!reader
Warnings: drug!use, alcohol!use, toxic!ellie, mean!ellie, dumb!reader, smut, strong language, scissoring, f!ngering (r and ellie )
Summary: you never really new what you were to ellie. I mean she treated you like a girlfriend, but wouldn't at the same time. You got pretty annoyed with that, so you decided to play a dangerous game with her.
You were getting ready to head out to a party at your cousins house. You were applying a coat of lipgloss when ellie walked in. She is wearing a black button up with short sleeves, revealing her many tattoos, and some washed out jeans.
She shamelessly checked you out, the way your black dress hugged your body so perfectly. Ellie then came up behind you, kissing your shoulder.
"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late. Hurry up please," she slaps your ass, hard, making you yelp.
"Ochie, okay I'm ready let's go," you say, rubbing your ass.
On the ride to the party, ellie had her hand on your thigh, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, baby?" She smirks. "Yes, Els. You have, thank you." You smile.
Once you got there, your cousin was the first one at the door. "Ay! Mira no mas, mi prima favorita!" (Oh! look who it is, my favorite cousin!) He greets, pulling you into a hug. "Ellie, how you been, man?" He dabs her up, pulling her into a bro hug.
"Nothing much, how 'bout you?" She shrugs.
A few drinks later, you spot your childhood best friend, lana. She was taller, a few new piercings, was that a new tattoo? She looked good.
You turn to tell ellie, you were gonna be back in a few minutes, but when you did she was with another girl. She was close to her face a cup in her hand, and she seemed to say something funny, causing the girl to laugh.
You roll your eyes, this wasn't new. You had seen ellie with different girls all the time, but you loved her too much to stop seeing her.
You started walking towards lana. She was talking to some friends, but was cut short when she turned to see you. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh shit!" She calls you out, "damn baby, look at you," she grabs your hand given you a little twirl.
"How you been, fuck, how long has it been?"
You guys have a conversation, talking about everything you missed. "So what you got a girlfriend or something?" You ask, tilting your head with a smile.
"Uh, I'm actually talking to someone, so I don't know." She laughs. Lana was getting ready to ask you the same thing, but she was cut off by your squealing.
"Lana, dance with me please, I haven't danced in for ever!" You shout, Imitadora by Romeo Santos was playing. God, you used to dance this song with her all the time.
She places a hand on your lower waist, and you place a hand on her shoulder. The free hands grab onto each other. When he starts singing, you guys start moving. You sway your hips, following her lead.
Twirling you around, singing to the lyrics, she leans down to your ear. You were laughing along with her.
Ellie was watching from afar. Jaw clenched, arms crossed over her chest, and her hands in tight fists, making her knuckles white.
Who the fuck is she? What are you laughing about? What's so funny? Why is she dancing with you? Is she gay too?
All these thoughts she had. She watches you walking towards the counter sitting next to the girl, handing you a cup. Your still laughing when you see ellie from the corner of your eye.
Ellie suddenly grabs your jaw, pulling you in, kissing you passionately. Tongue swiping over your lip she had bitten. "Hi, baby, where were you?"
You felt incredibly awkward, looking at lana. She looked caught off guard. Glancing between you and ellie, who was standing behind you, a smirk and a stare that could scare anyone away.
"Uh, ellie meet lana, lana meet ellie- "her girlfriend," ellie finishes for you, a cocky smile on her face as she reaches her vainy hand out. Lana nods, taking a hint, she reaches out, shaking ellies hand.
"Ahh, I used to date her, aswell" lana smiles.
Ellie doesn't drop her act, though inside she boiling. Who the fuck does she think she is?
Your eyes widen, oh shit. You get up grabbing ellies hand, " lana, it was so nice to see you, te veo luego, si?" (I'll see you soon, yes?) You wave at her, dragging ellie upstairs.
Entering your old room, full of posters, led lights, vinyls, and record player. You lock the door, turning around, ellie in your face pushing you back, into the wall.
"Who was she?" Ellie rasps.
"She's an old friend-
"Girlfriend, you mean?" She tilts her head. You gulp. You don't know why, but when ellie would get jealous she tends to look so good.
Ellie glides the back of her cold fingers against your flushed cheeks, tracing your lips. "Don't forget who owns you, sweetheart. Who you belong to," she smiles.
Grasping your cheeks, making your lips pucker. "Who do you belong to, baby?" She questiones, lightly grazing her lips along yours. " You, ellie, I belong to you," you whisper.
Ellie breaths against your lips, making you shudder. you lean into her, but she backs away, making eye contact with you. She let's out a throaty chuckle, seeing how pathetic you look.
"Please, Els, kiss me," you beg.
Ellie lowers her head, as though she was going to kiss you but instead she kisses your neck. Sucking, leaving hickeys on your neck and on your collar bone.
You felt yourself get wet, rubbing your thighs together, looking for any type of friction.
You whimper, as ellie yanks your dress down, revealing your braless chest, "dirty, dirty girl," she smiles. She goes on, spitting on them, before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it.
You let out a heavy sigh, your slick running through your panties and down your thighs.
Ellie pinches your other nipple before giving it the same attention as the other one. Her cold hands roam around your body. She reaches down, cupping your soaked cunt.
"So wet for me already, baby" ellie grunts. She pulls your panties aside, the pad of her thumb pressing against your puffy clit. Her middle finger rubbing your slit up and down.
Without a warning she shoves her finger into your hole, whining at the feeling of your warmth.
You let out a gasp, followed by a moan. Ellie kisses down on your neck, she can feel herself get wet, aswell. Her boxer sticking to her cunt. She curls her finger inside you, making you cry out.
You reach for your breasts, as you playing with your perky nipples, increasing your high.
"Yes, yes, yes, ellie don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck I'm close,"
You let out a moan, ugh was it music to ellies ears. She felt so good, pleasing you. As ellie felt you shaking, she yanked out her finger.
She then drops to her knees, throws you leg over her shoulder. She keeps your panties moved aside before she kitten-licks your throbbing clit. Being on the edge had you whining, looking for a release.
You grab ellie by her head, pushing her deeper into you. She chuckles, running her tongue through your glistening folds. She brings her thumb up, rubbing your clit at an intense pace. Moaning and squirming, trying to get away for this overstimulation.
Ellie just grips your thighs hard, you can fell the bruises starting to form.
Ellie then inserts her middle finger, and her ring finger inside your hole. You let out a cry, ellie fascinated by the way you swallowed her fingers.
"Ellie, shit, shit ,shit, I'm gonna cum. Fuckkk!"
You feel dizzy, exhausted. Your shaking, trying to catch your breath. Your orgasm hit you like a truck. Ellie still sucking on you, cleaning you up with her tounge, helping you ride out your high.
Ellie picks you up, throws you over her shoulder. She slaps your ass, echos forming. She tosses you on the bed, making you bounce.
Ellie starts unbottoning her shirt, followed by her sports bra. As she starts walking towards you, she unbuttons her pants, dragging them down along with her boxers. You can see her shiny slick running down her thighs. Your mouth waters at the sight.
Sliding off the bed, onto your knees, infront of Ellie. You look up to her with doe eyes. You lick your lips before placing your head in between her thighs. Running your tongue flat against her, sucking up her juices.
Ellie let's out a grunt, hands on your head, pushing you towards her clit. You let out small laugh, vibrations running through ellies body, causing her to shiver. You capture her clit between your teeth.
Ellie let's out a moan, gripping onto your hair. Ellie felt so turned on, she was desperate for a release.
You tease her sopping hole with your finger before entering. A heavy sigh leaving her lips. You pump your fingers in and out, while continuing to suck her clit,
"Shit, shit, fuck, just like that. You fucking whore, yeah, don't stop,"
Ellie clenches around your finger a few more times before she starts to tremble. Letting out a load moan, breathless, she pulls you up. Leaning close, she pulls you into a passionate kiss. Tongue sliding against your, teeth clashing, lips over lips. She bites your lip, dragging it out before licking it.
Your head bows to her neck, sucking and leaving your marks all over her.
Pushing you onto the bed, ellie spreads your legs. Placing herself on top of you, a leg over the other. You let out a soft moan.
Ellie starts grinding onto you, back and forward. The sound of skin on skin, heavy breaths and moans.
"She can't fuck you like I can. Do you understand? Huh?" Ellie grunts. "Hey, hey, look at me. No one can fuck you besides me. If I see someone touch you, their dead, you hear me?"
You let out moans, groaning at how sexy she looked on top of you, fucking you and making threats. Ellie starts grinding harder and faster, chasing her orgasm. Your clits rubbing together, arching your back.
Ellie lowers her head sucking your tits. "Fuck, ellie, ima cum, shit, shit, I'm cumming!" A scream leave your mouth, arching your back, your trembling.
Ellie continues to ride you, her strokes getting messy, and sloppy. She let's out a throaty moan, her head thrown back as she tries to control her breathing.
She drops on top of you, drawing circles on your rib and waist. Your bodies are sweaty and wet, but you don't care. You play with ellies hair until you hear soft snores.
"Dammit ellie, why did you make me fall in love with you." You whisper to yourself, groaning and rolling your eyes.
"I love you too, sweetheart"
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a/n: I've come to the conclusion that I will never be organized enough to make this a well-planned, thought-out, sequential series, so I've decided I'm just gonna post things hella outta order and then reorganize them into a chronological masterlist. deal? deal. 🤝 enjoy more daddy-to-be trav and, introducing, supportive uncle jason. takes place the day travis leaves for chiefs training camp.
warnings: mention of pregnancy / babies, mention of anxiety / sadness / loneliness, plenty of crying both happy and sad teras, swearing, I think that's it
word count: ~4,400+
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July 22, 2023
“Now, before we get into our training camp preview and talk about some expectations for the season, Travis, you had a little something you wanted to say to the good folks at home?” Jason prompted, teeing up his brother on this week’s New Heights episode – the last they’d record before they both left for their respective camps. 
Travis nodded, his blue eyes sparkling. “A little something, indeed, my brother,” he teased. “We have an announcement today, y’all! Alright nah!”
“Some new news, one might say!” Jason added, referencing the beloved segment of their podcast. 
“NEW NEWS!” Travis shouted excitedly. “Yo, can I get a drumroll please?”
Jason immediately started rolling his tongue, pretending like he had drumsticks in his hand. Travis continued, speaking over the sound. 
“This is like, the biggest announcement of my whole entire life. There were points where I never thought I’d be sharing news like this. It’s so crazy that I even get to do this right now. Gah dang. But, uh, anyway, I know we joke around here a lot, but this is a big one, folks, and I-”
Jason interrupted his brother’s emotional rambling, as well as his own sound effects. “Get to the point, please, my mouth is getting tired!” Jason picked his drumroll back up seamlessly as Travis giggled like a schoolboy. 
“Alright, y’all… here we go,” Travis said, rubbing his hands together mischievously. “Mrs. Kelce, would you please come over here, sweetness?” he requested, his voice syrupy smooth as he extended a hand, inviting you into the camera shot. 
Instead of crouching to put your face into frame as you normally would for your occasional brief pop-ins to the podcast, you stood next to Travis’s chair so that only your middle was showing, your stance perpendicular to the camera so the now-round profile of your belly was clearly visible. Jason gasped as if he hadn’t already known the news for months. You rested a hand on the top of your stomach, making it unmistakable what you and Travis were announcing, and he reached his own hand out to palm your bump, which at this point he could still easily do thanks to his impossibly big hands.
He held your free hand in his, beaming up at you, then looked back to the camera. 
“We’re havin’ a baby, y’all!” he shouted, before letting out a “wooooo-eee!”
On the other end of the Zoom, Jason was clapping and whooping excitedly, matching his brother’s energy. 
Travis then patted his lap, inviting you to sit down to, one, get you off your feet and, two, make it so your face was also visible in frame. 
“This is the moment we’ve been waiting for, folks!” you heard Jason boom theatrically as you put on the AirPods Max that Travis had set aside for you ahead of the recording. “Wyatt and Elliotte have been asking every day since they found out what a ‘cousin’ was when they were gonna get one, asking why Uncle Travvy and Auntie don’t have babies like me and mommy, telling them they can take Bennett home with them if they wanted…”
Travis cackled, throwing his head back. “That is a true statement,” he said as he held your hips firmly. 
“1000%, can confirm,” you added, wrapping your own hands around your husband’s. He squeezed your fingers a few times, and you threw him an adoring smile over your shoulder as his brother continued. 
“And we all know Mama Kelce has been hoping for this for years now. So this is obviously something the whole extended Kelce family has been anticipating for a long time, and it’s finally here, and we couldn’t be happier for you guys,” Jason said, tone more serious now. 
“Aww, thank you, my brother,” Travis said fondly, pressing a reverent kiss to your shoulder. 
“Yeah, thank you, Jase, so much. We’re so excited to finally give the girls a cousin!” you said. 
“Now, tell us how this happened,” Jason began. 
Travis cleared his throat. “Well, you see, Jason, when two people love each other very much-”
The older brother rolled his eyes and interrupted. 
“You know what I mean!” he insisted. “Just tell the people however much you wanna tell ‘em.” 
Travis looked to you as if silently asking for permission, and you simply gestured toward the camera. 
“Go ahead, Trav,” you said, a jesting tone to your voice. “I know it’s something you’re very proud of, so please share with the class.”
With that, Travis turned back toward the camera and waggled his eyebrows, getting as close to the mic as possible. 
“Well, folks… we made us a Super Bowl baby,” he said dramatically before letting out his signature cackle. You simply deadpanned to the camera, Jim Halpert-style, and shrugged.
Jason nodded emphatically. “You suuure did,” he said with a knowing laugh. “You knew I was having a kid right after the Super Bowl and you wanted to jump on the train.” 
You and Travis exchanged a devilish glance.
“Yeah, something like that,” you joked, knowing that jumping on Jason and Kylie’s train by conceiving a baby mere days before she gave birth to their third was certainly not your original plan. “I mean, what better Super Bowl souvenir could you ask for than a baby?!” you said wryly, causing Travis to look into the camera haughtily. 
“A Lombardi, a ring, and a kid,” he said, counting off on his fingers. “Alright nah,” he repeated, far too pleased with himself. 
“That’s awesome,” Jason said, still smiling. “Now, how are you feeling? I know it was a tough road there at first.” 
You nodded, and you felt Travis’s hold on your waist tighten protectively, maybe even subconsciously. “Yeah, I was pretty sick there for a few months, couldn’t get ‘out of the house’ a whole lot, much to this podcast’s dismay, but thankfully, that mostly passed when my first trimester ended,” you explained. “We don’t wanna necessarily share our exact due date, but I’ll say I’m well into my second trimester now and I’m feeling good. I’ve gotten to enjoy not only just the relief of feeling better but also the excitement of sharing this with friends and family – obviously, Mama and Papa Kelce, you and Kylie, all my family, and we just started telling the team, too, which has been really fun.” 
“Aww, that’s the best,” Jason remarked. “What was Big Red’s reaction?”
Travis piped up at the mention of his head coach. “Uh, to no one’s surprise, he looked me dead in the eye with the most serious fucking look on his face and said, ‘surprised it took ya this long, son,’” he revealed in his best Andy Reid voice, making you shake your head in amusement. 
“Yep, nope, does not surprise me one bit,” Jason said, giggling. “And what about your boy Mahomes?”
“Aw, man, Pat was so pumped up, and Brittany, too,” Travis replied. “Pat just started runnin’ laps around his kitchen yellin’ ‘let’s go! let’s fucking go!’ He ‘bout knocked me over!” 
“Yeah, those two have tagged us with babysitting duty on the regular for a couple years now, ever since Sterling was born, hoping that we would catch that baby fever and give her a playmate,” you added, laughing as you looked down at Travis. “I can’t say that’s necessarily what happened, but, um, either way, Sterling and Bronze will have another little team buddy to play with here soon which will be so fun to see. Brittany and Patrick have both been so great for both of us, just letting us know kind of what to expect, things that you might not learn in all the books or from your parents who did this a few decades ago. Especially with us all being on the same team, even just getting the lowdown on the logistical stuff, those two are just the best. They’re super excited for us which is just a really great feeling.” 
“No doubt – I’ve got a feeling this will bring you guys even closer,” Jason mused.
“Absolutely – already has,” Travis said. “So, yeah! That’s the big ‘New News’ for today, everybody. We’ve been keeping this on the DL for quite some time, and we just wanted to be able to share this ourselves in the way we choose, because obviously with camp starting tomorrow and the season just right around the corner, cameras might catch some footage of Mrs. Kelce visiting camp, in the stands, whatever, and we didn’t want people to be weird, so… y’all heard it here first!”
“Damn straight,” Jason asserted. “And just one more thing… I wanted to say, before our mom-to-be hops off here. I, uh… aw, fuck, I swore to Kylie I wasn’t gonna cry,” he said, sniffling as he fixed his eyes toward the ceiling, blinking repeatedly. 
“Aww, Jase!” you murmured as you watched him tear up. 
“I’m good, I’m good,” he assured, still sniffling as he continued. In the corner of the screen, you could see your husband beginning to well up, too, and you caressed his thigh soothingly as he sat in poignant silence. “I just wanted to say that when Travis told us the news, that was truly the happiest I have ever seen my brother – and this dude has been drafted to the NFL, he’s been a Pro Bowler, All-Pro, broken so many records, won two Super Bowls. But by far, the happiest and most excited I’ve ever seen this guy is telling us that you’re having a baby. And as his big brother, that just makes me so fuckin’ proud.” 
You and Travis were both pawing at fallen tears by now, and Travis could only manage a quiet “thank you.” You patted his knee and, after a deep breath, shared your own thoughts. 
“Thank you, Jase, and while we’re making each other cry–” both brothers chuckled at that, “–I’ll say that I know Travis is going to be the best dad, not only because of the incredible man and husband that already he is, and the way you both were raised by your own amazing parents, but also because of the example you have set for him, Jason, by being such an awesome dad to your three girls.” You paused and took a deep, shuddering breath, and Travis rubbed your back to calm you. Jason was nodding, tears streaking his face. “So thank you for that, and for all your love and support through everything, and Kylie’s, too. You guys are gonna be the greatest aunt and uncle this kid could ever ask for, and Travis and I can’t wait to watch that.” 
Travis let out a whistle, cheeks, nose, and eyes pink from crying. “Uh, I will never make it through this episode if I add anything more to that, so I will just say, here here, baby girl,” he offered with a laugh. “We love you, brother.” 
“I love you guys, too,” Jason said as he finally regained his composure. “Whew! Yeah, how the fuck are we supposed to keep recording after all that?! Can we just be done? I am emotionally exhausted. I need a nap.” 
As Travis giggled boyishly, you agreed, “I do, too, so I’m gonna leave you guys to it. Thanks for having me, guys; thanks for giving me a baby, Trav; and good luck at camp, Jase. We’ll talk soon.” 
Travis tapped the outside of your thigh pointedly, his frequent way of silently requesting a kiss. You grasped his chin to peck his lips as Jason thanked you and said a final goodbye. 
“Have a good nap, mama,” Travis cooed as you took off your headphones and returned them to their original spot. “Daddy’ll be up as soon as we’re done,” he added playfully.
You laughed and rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder as you stood up and exited the frame. 
“Oh, Jesus, he’s already calling himself ‘Daddy,’” Jason complained with a weary sigh.
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Normally, after wrapping an episode, Travis would bound up the stairs and infuse your home with all the leftover energy he had built up during the podcast recording with his brother. One of your favorite things about him co-hosting the podcast, in addition to loving the scheduled opportunity it created for him to connect with his brother, was how buoyant of a mood he was always in after a recording.
But today, the feeling that settled over your household when he wrapped the episode about an hour after your surprise guest appearance was much less chipper.
Today, Travis trudged upstairs to do the one thing he’d been dreading all summer – say his goodbyes to you before leaving for training camp. Though camp at Missouri Western State University was only about an hour from your home in the outskirts of Kansas City, he wouldn’t be home again for five days; instead, he’d be staying on campus with the team and bunking in a dorm. Normally, departing for camp and knowing he’d be spending days on end with his teammates focusing on making themselves better football players excited him, save for a hint of sadness about being away from you, but this particular camp, having to leave his five months pregnant wife at home, he was not looking forward to by any stretch of the imagination. 
When Travis pushed open the basement door, he found you lounging on the couch with your back to him, legs outstretched on the plush cushions as you cradled your bump, some version of the Housewives franchise playing on the TV in front of you. You tipped your head back onto the arm of the couch in order to see him and asked, “how’d it go?” 
He took advantage of your position to rest his thumbs on your cheekbones and give you an upside-down “Spider-Man kiss.” 
“Went great,” he answered curtly, a vastly different response than the pumped-up recap you normally received. “That was the easy part of today,” he added, gazing down at you with his brow furrowed. Even upside-down, he was struck by your captivating beauty, which only tightened the lump already forming in his throat. 
Did he really have to fucking do this?
You groaned, drowning in your own feelings of dread, and sat up, signaling the dogs at your feet to follow your lead. You reached out your hands in order to allow Travis to help you up from the couch and gave him your bravest face as he did so. 
“I’ll walk you out,” you said, feigning confidence. But the crack in your voice when you added “can’t have you showing up late” revealed the crack in your armor, and you watched Travis’s chin drop to his chest, his eyes fixed on his shoes as he forced himself to take one… step… at a time closer to the front door. 
One foot in front of the other, Travis.
You led the way, fluttering your eyelashes repeatedly in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. The dogs circled your feet as you attempted to walk out the front door, and Travis, fearing a fall, whistled and called them back into the house, patting both their heads as he passed.
When the two of you reached Travis’s Range Rover, already packed with all he needed for camp – duffels full of clothes and shoes, an array of video game consoles, deck of cards and set of pong balls for the inevitable team drinking games, and all his favorite snacks, along with a secret handwritten note you’d tucked into his toiletry kit in order to surprise him upon his unpacking – you stood a couple of feet apart, quiet, your husband shuffling his feet beneath him as you shifted your weight uncomfortably from side to side. You gazed up at him helplessly, a rigid, lips-only smile fixed on your face, and he took this moment for yet another reveal, sifting through his shorts pockets to find what he’d grabbed on the way out the door.
“I know this sucks, sweetness, but… I do have a surprise for you…” He dangled a set of keys in front of you which you noticed were not his. 
“New car?” you teased halfheartedly, recognizing the worn key fob to your Porsche after a moment. 
“Mm, not quite, we got a baby on the way, ya know? Gotta save that coin,” Travis teased right back. “I think it’s better than a new car.” 
You raised your eyebrows, staring at him expectantly. He let it marinate in your brain for a few more moments, finally breaking when you threw your arms around his waist, pressing your baby bump to his torso, and whined his name. He beamed. 
“Alright, alright, you know that’s gonna work every time now,” he admitted, giggling. He caressed your jaw with his knuckles and you noticed the glimmer in his eyes. “Listen, I know you’re sad because I’m leavin’, but you gotta get on the road, too… because you gotta go pick up your mama from the airport.” 
You gasped, covering your mouth with both hands. 
“Really?” you whispered after a stunned pause. 
“Really,” he confirmed, nodding. 
You’d only seen your mom once since finding out you were having a baby, and Travis had noticed that your pregnancy had you feeling more homesick than usual. Especially with so many of the Chiefs better halves, who would best understand this phase of your life, having scattered for the offseason, and with Travis’s own mom and sister-in-law living halfway across the country, he felt awful that you didn’t have your mom nearby during this exciting, but unsettling, time. Knowing, too, that you always struggled being apart from him in those first few days of training camp, he had preemptively arranged for his mother-in-law to arrive in Kansas City just as he departed for St. Joseph, hoping that that would alleviate at least some of your loneliness at this delicate time when you were already feeling unusually vulnerable. 
Travis melted when you threw your arms around him again, this time desperately, not jokingly. He rubbed your back, beaming when he heard you whimper, “thank you.”
“Of course, sweetness,” he replied warmly, burying a kiss in your hair. “Anything to keep baby mama happy.”
You giggled, resting your chin on his sternum and tipping your head up to look at him. 
“Yeah, you’re pretty good at that,” you praised, fondness thick in your tone as you rested a hand against his neck. “When does she land?” 
Travis glanced at his watch. “Just over an hour,” he informed you. “So don’t rush. You got plenty of time.” A proud smile slowly stretched across his face as he added, “I got a lot of fun stuff planned for y’all this week.”
Your eyebrows lifted, your excitement building by the minute, and Travis watched your face light up with each word as he continued. 
“You guys are gonna do a spa day tomorrow, got you a suite at the Royals game the next night, then you’re gonna come see me at camp, obviously, because I wanna see Mama, too. And then you’re gonna go run around and do your registry for your baby shower, because she knows all the stuff we’re gonna need, and weeee… do not,” he admitted, laughing. 
The corners of your mouth pulled down as your face contorted, eyes welling with tears, and Travis could see that you were overwhelmed with emotion, humming a laugh as he guided the side of your head to rest against his chest. 
“And that’s why I waited to tell you – because I knew you’d cry every other hour ‘til she got here,” he told you, only half joking, as he hugged you tight.
A giggle bubbled forth from your lips. “You were right, like always,” you said, voice tight, so appreciative of how well this man knew and cared for you. “You’re so thoughtful, Trav, thank you so much.” 
“I mean it when I say literally an-y-thing for you,” he repeated, emphasizing each syllable. “I love you so much,” he said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. And after a deep sigh, he regretfully mumbled, “And now I gotta go.” 
You pushed away from him slowly, your left hand lingering on his broad chest as he looked down at you with what had to be the saddest expression you’d ever seen him wear. He gathered your hand in his and pressed a lengthy kiss to your wedding rings, then the skin around them. 
“Go be great,” you whispered, smoothing your other hand over his stubbly cheek.
Travis’s eyes closed and he drew a deep breath, committing the feeling of your touch to his memory. With a final squeeze of your fingers, he forced himself to back away and open his driver’s side door. 
As he climbed into the seat, he pointed at you and said firmly, “You and that baby stay safe while I’m gone, alright?” 
You nodded weakly, trailing a hand from the top of your bump to the underside. “We’ll do our best, Daddy,” you promised as he shut his door, the window rolled down. 
At that, Travis’s eyes filled with tears – he had known it was only a matter of time until it would hit him, leaving you for the first time for more than a day since you’d found out you were expecting. And seeing you, hand on your belly, standing in the driveway alone as he started his car and prepared to pull away for the better part of a week… yeah, that did it. 
He blew out a controlled breath through pursed lips, putting every ounce of his will into putting the car in drive and coasting toward the front gate to leave. 
He could see your lower lip quivering even from afar, and it sent a zing of anxiety through his entire being — though he’d never enjoyed saying goodbye, he’d never once felt anxious leaving you for camp. Until today.
“I love you, Mama,” he called out the window, inching slowly toward the gate. “I’ll see you in a few days.”
You nodded. “Okay,” came out in a croak. “I love you, too.” 
“Be good,” he forced out. 
You nodded again, but didn’t trust your voice to allow you to respond with words. You simply waved one last goodbye as he did the same, forcing a signature Travis Kelce smile and wink while simultaneously trying to keep his shit together in front of you.
But as he passed through the gate and down the drive, watching you shrink into the rearview mirror and finally disappear as he turned toward the freeway, his breath caught in his throat and he broke down, tears blurring his vision as he pressed ahead down the familiar route. For a minute or two, he simply let the sobs wrack his body as he swiped at the ever-flowing tears with the back of his hand, letting out the occasional frustrated growl, usually saved for a missed ball in the end zone. As he attempted to calm himself down, he glanced at the recent calls list on his car’s hands-free device.
And, moments later, in suburban Philadelphia… 
Jason hadn’t been off Zoom for more than twenty minutes when his phone rang with a call from his kid brother. Smirking knowingly at the screen, he situated five-month-old baby Bennett in her bouncy seat and tapped the green button.
“Figured I might be hearing from ya,” Jason answered the call.
Sniffling and confused, Travis blinked a few times. 
“You did?”
Jason let out a chuckle. “Yeah, you just said goodbye to her and now you’re, what, three miles down the road to camp?” 
Travis was quiet and rubbed a heavy hand over his face. 
“Five, but… yeah,” Travis mumbled.
Jason hummed as if impressed, gazing at his oldest two daughters who he swore just yesterday could barely hold their own heads up and were now talking animatedly amongst themselves as they dressed and posed Barbie dolls in their prized pink Dreamhouse. “Well, then, you made it two miles further than I did before I called Mom my first training camp when Kylie was pregnant with Wy, so, props.”
“Really?” Travis inquired.
“Hell yeah, dude. It’s the worst fuckin’ feeling,” Jason responded, the sensation still visceral. “Leaving your wife and unborn baby to go live in a dorm with a bunch of sweaty dudes… it goes against every instinct in your body.” 
“Yeah, for real… And I used to love camp, too,” Travis sighed. “I just feel so guilty, man.” 
“I know. But you’re doing it to provide a sick ass life for her and that baby — you’re making sure they’re set for life,” Jason reminded him. “You just gotta focus on that as best you can.” 
The smallest of smiles pulled at Travis’s lips. “That what Mom said to you?”
“Of course — you think I came up with that on my own?” 
Travis giggled at that — the way only a big brother could make you do, even in the midst of misery. 
“It’s gonna be okay, Trav. I promise you,” Jason told him firmly. “You did the right thing flying her mom in; she knows who to call in the off-chance something does go wrong; and… uh… and she knows she’s got our support because she’s calling Kylie right now,” Jason finished, handing his wife’s phone to her as she approached the coffee table where she’d heard it ringing. 
“Is she really?” Travis asked, both relieved and more upset knowing that you, too, were seeking comfort from his brother’s experience with Kylie. 
Jason and Kylie shared a sympathetic glance before she answered your call, and as he walked down the hall out of her earshot to allow you both privacy, Jason replied, “Sure is. And as you know, she couldn’t have picked a more perfect person to lean on right now. This isn’t easy by any means, but we’re here for you guys. So are Mom and Dad, Brittany and Pat, so many others. Remember, this is day one — it does get easier from here.”
Travis trilled his lips as he exhaled, his body already relaxing thanks to his brother’s encouraging words. 
“As much as I hate to admit it, that’s a great point,” Travis conceded. “Thank you, bro. I appreciate you more than you know.”
“Anytime, Trav. Always in your corner. Love you, brother. I’ll check in when I’m back at camp too.”
“I’ll hold you to it. Love you, Jase. Bye.”
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sturniololoco · 2 months
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My little cousin's (they can't use Tumblr) - can you do a SLS protective but like she got cheated on so they comfort her and talk to the boy (if you can't that's fine ik it's kinda weird they are weird)
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Cheated On
Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets
SLS’s POV
I don’t know why I ever agreed to come to this party with, my boyfriend, Jack, especially if he’s my even going to hang out with me.
My brothers dropped me off at Matts house, after I promised that he would drop me off by 12 o’clock tonight. Little to my knowlage, Jackhad planned to go to a party.
Where there was drinking involved.
I’m only seventeen, and I’m not stupid enough to go and mess around with things that could get me into trouble.
Jack was the complete opposite.
As soon as we got there, he took his hand off my waist and found some of his friends, and a cooler.
I went ahead and stood in the corner, drinking a Pepsi in a solo cup. This went on for another hour and a half, but I didn’t mind. This gave me an excuse to people watch. And Jack was having a good time, so I didn’t want to ruin his fun.
But it was getting late.
I pulled out my phone, texting Jack that it was already 11:45, and I needed to get home.
About 10 minuets later, I got no response.
across the room, I saw Henry, one of Jack’s friends. I walk over to him, and pull him aside from his beer pong game. He looked mad until he realized it was me.
“Where’s Jack?!” I half yelled over the loud music, screaming, and talking.
“He’’s upstairs, dunno why though.” He’s slurred with blood shot eyes. I rolled my eyes and quickly made my way up the stairs.
Trying to find my way around this mansion was harder then I thought, but I checked all the rooms but the one in the back.
Tired of searching for Jack, who should have been with me in the first place, I harshly push the door open.
I found jack to say the least.
Sucking faces with our high school whore.
They both looked up. The girls face lit up in a fake smile as she or off hi lap and brushed past me, going back to the party, leaving Jack and I Alone.
I didn’t move. Just standing there, not. Knowing what to do. Jack stood, and made his way over to me, grabbing my wrist.
“Baby, I-“ I ripped my hand from his grasp, readjusted my purse, turned from him, and walked out the damn door. I could hear him trying to catch up with me as I walked downstairs, out the front door, and halfway down to the next block over.
My eyes were dry.
“Baby girl, would you just stop and listen for a second, It wasn’t what it looks like! I-“ he started to say, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around.
“Really? Because what I saw was you making out with a girl who wasn’t me, and that’s a pretty hard thing to mistake.”
Jack stood there, moving his mouth, but no sound came out.
But I wasn’t staying any longer to hear his excuse.
“Bye Jack.” I turned the corner and walked down the street. Jack must’ve finally got the message, because he didn’t other following me.
Then it hit me.
The pain.
Tears began to fall and my throat began to ache. I sat on the curb with my face in my hands and began to sob.
Once my breathing was somewhat controlled, I pullout my phone. To call Matt.
It wrung once before he picked up.
“You’re Late SLS/N.” He said when he picked up. Glancing at the clock, It read 12:08.
“I-I know, I’m sorry. I really need a ride.” I say, my voice cracking.
“SLS/N, are you okay? Why are you crying.” I could hear him standing up ad grabbin the keys, telling Chris and Nick to get in the car.
“MattI’m fine. I just need a ride. I’ll text you my locations.” I finished, hanging up the phone, before I break down again.
It’s not long before I see head lights and Matts car pull up. I quickly scramble into the backseat next to Nick. Matt begins to drive away.
“Hey what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Nick asks, rubbing my shoulder.
“Nothing.” I say, wanting to forget that this night ever happened. Wanting to forget what I saw when I walked into that bedroom.
“Really, because that mascara shit all over your face says something different.” Chris says, eyeing me through the rear view mirror. Matt is quick to slap him on the arm while still watching the road.
“SLS/N, you can’t just call me, past your cerfew, crying and looking like shit and expect me not to worry.” Matt says, not doing much of a better job than Chris.
At that I crumple into Nicks side. He pulls me o him while I cry, shushing me while I couch and cry onto his shirt.
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We get home and we walk into the house. I held Nick’s hand, not wanting to be alone. Mat, Nick, and I all go in and sit on the couch. Chris goes to the bathroom, and comes back with a warm, damp rag. He neels in front of me and whiles the mascara streaks off my face.
“Goddamn, what is in this stuff?!” He says, still scrubbing my face, though a little bit harder. I laugh through my tears and sniffle, regaining my thoughts and ready to talk.
Chris sits on my other side, and they all await my answer to why I was so upset.
“Umm. I-I…Jack cheated on me.” I say blankly, trying not to let my emotions get the better of me again.
“Aw SLS/N.”Nick says giving me a hug, which I gladly accept. “Can I be honest?” He asks me.
I nod.
“He was a fucking douchebag and I hated him anyway.” He states, not breaking the hug. I giggle, squeezing him tighter.
While this was going on, Matt and Chris look at each other. Giving each other a knowing stare.
“Guys…?” I say.
“Hey!” Nick says, snapping them out of it. “Why don’t we have a little movie night to get the sprits back up. Hmm? That sound good?” I nod, standing up and going to get a drink and some candy from the fridge.
Nick’s POV
I waited for SLS/N to walk into the kitchen before I spoke.
“I’m fine with whatever you two do, but if you get arrested, I’m using your own money to bail you out.” I say.
Chris and Matt smile at this and get up, Matt grabbing his keys, and Chris starting to head to the car before SLS/N came back.
I hear the car pull out of the drive way, knowing that they’re on their way to Jacks house.
SLS/N’s POV
I walk back into the living room, only to see Nick, and no one else.
“Nicky? Where did the boys go?” I ask.
“I uh… I think they went to get some more candy. They said we could start the movie without them.” He says, patting the seat next to him for me to sit down. I grab a blanket from the basket in the corner and snuggle up with Nick.
Chris’s POV
Matt and I walk back into the house, me with bruised knuckles and Matt with a cracked lip.
In the living room, Nick and SLS/N are asleep, a show playing on the TV. Matt walks over and gives SLS/N a kiss on her head, then says,
“Im going to bed, Man. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gives me a half hug, then heads to his room.
I lay on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when I hear movement from the other side of the couch.
“Chris?” I hear SLS/N say in a sleepy voice, sitting up and rubbing her swollen eyes.
“hey kiddo. C’mere.” I say, opening my arms as she crawls over to me. She lays her head in the crook of my neck, and I rub her back. She sighs softly and falls back asleep. I kiss her in the head and drift to sleep myself.
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Matt’s POV
I woke up around 630 today and went out in the living room to wake SLS/N up for school. She was laying on Chris, who was scrolling through his phone. She groaned when I told her we needed to go so I could drive her to school. -
Pulling into the school, I could tell she was getting nervous. I grab her hand and give it a little squeeze.
“hey, don’t worry about him. Everything’s gunna be fine.” I say. She nods, giving me a smile.
“Call me if you need anything.” She nodded again and leaned over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, before getting out of the car and going into the building.
SLS/N’s POV
Walking into school, I immediately felt better, especially when I saw Jack with a black eye and a busted lip.
My brothers are crazy I thought to myself, shaking my head and smiling. I snapped a quick pic behind Jacks back and sent it to our siblings group chat, then went about my day.
Idk y this was so hard for me to write 😂 I fell like it sound corny! Keep at it with the requests tho!!!
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hybridirl · 2 months
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missed you.
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abby x f!reader
minor(?) spoiler in author note
a/n: hello everypony! i’m star!!! SO IM ALMOST (i am done as of 1/22/24. started this fanfic b4 this quick note) DONE WITH THE LAST OF US 2 AND GOOODD FUUUCKKKKK!ING DAAAMMIIITTTT!!! abby so obviously has comphet idk WHY THE FUCK she slept with owen. that scene was CRAZY but we did in fact get boob shot so i am kind of satisfied. not only that RIGHT WHEN HE STARTED GOING AT IT MY FUCKING DAD WALKED IN?? i literally JAMMED my thumb against the pause button i thought i broke the goddamn controller. me and my cousin were shocked (she was watching me play). but i, of course, am the master of hiding such things so it was easy. thank FUCK the pause screen goes dark because oh my god it was so obvious.
brief summary: your girlfriend, abby, is back from a mission and you show her just how much you missed her.
tw / kinda fluffy, pet names, use of y/n (maybe idk), cunnilingus (a receiving), slight head crushing, scissoring, established relationship w abby
intentional lowercase. not proofread, probably won’t ever be proofread.
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“abby!” you waved her over and watched as the muscular woman made her way to you. you were sat at the lunch hall, at your own little table everyone called practically yours.
“baby,” she greeted with that warm smile she tends to put on for you. it was exciting. you hadn’t seen abby in days and now she’s finally back from her mission. she wrapped her arm around you tight as she plopped into the space next to you.
“i’m sorry i couldn’t come,” you whispered into abby’s neck while leaning into her. “isaac is so mean to me.” abby chuckled and rubbed your shoulder with a large hand.
“all good.” she squeezed you closer, smooshing your smaller frame against her side. you wrapped an arm around her and buried yourself into her to feel her closeness. “missed you, sweetpea.” her voice tickled your scalp; a hum full of content left your throat in response while your nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck.
“missed you, too, abby,” you sighed in a hushed tone, your fingers coiling around hers. you looked up at her, your eyelids finding themselves fluttering at her loving gaze. you spoke, “wanna show you how much,” and you watched as corner of her mouth twitched up; she eyed you with almost-amused eyes.
it was routine: long mission, come home, make love. this was just part of the process.
“oh, yeah?” she started, “and how are you gonna do that?” she teased you slightly, but her eyes showed her knowing. you huffed a little at this coy act and got up, pulling her along with you.
you guided her across the way, hurriedly traversing hallways and rooms and trying to dodge the kiddos and finally! your room. manny had gotten used to your routine, so he intended to stay away from the room as much as possible for that day — or maybe the next few.
you pushed into the large room, the muscular woman following in suit. she shut the door, locked it, the usual.
“alright, baby,” she purred and picked you up, but your hand slapped lightly against her shoulder.
“put me down,” you huffed, “said i wanna show you. not you show me.” abby smirked that smirk and put you down. your arms wrapped around her neck, a small pout playing at your lips.
“a—h, i see,” abby replied with a hand to run down your side. it stopped at your hip, squeezing the flesh that rested there. “gonna worship me t’night, sweetpea?” she let out a little chuckle before stepping away from you and down the small steps, finding her bed. she nodded her head to you, practically beckoning you over. it’s the best you’re gonna get — abby doesn’t beg.
you followed the quiet order, doing what you do best for her. you didn’t kneel yet, but you did bend over to find the button of her jeans.
“off,” you muttered while your fingers fumbled with the easy task. she pushed a hand away, allowing herself to tug her jeans and boxers off. what it revealed to you always froze you for just a second: her vulva. it was trimmed, blonde, and her pubic hair was straight. you looked up at her as if asking for permission, which she of course gave by sinking deeper into the bed, her hips nudging toward you.
you gently pushed her shoulders down before finally kneeling at the bed, appreciating the beauty that was emanating such heat.
it was slightly pinker, and it glistened with desire. her outer labia was slightly puffy; you allowed your index and middle finger to gently spread it, showing her clenching hole to your hungry eyes. her clit was already protruding from its hood, hard and throbbing for friction.
your eyes flickered to hers for just a second before your mouth opened, your tongue slipping out and dipping just slightly into her wet darkness before guiding itself up right to the raw of her clit. her hips rolled in response and she thoroughly adjusted her body, her hands pulling against the back of your head.
the soft, low moans she made always did it for you. it was the encouragement you didn’t know you needed until it happened. it was almost angelic.
your lips enveloped the small bud, gently sucking it while your tongue flicked against the top of her clit.
“f—uck,” she moaned deeply, pulling your head closer to her drooling cunt. your arms wrapped on the underside of her thighs, folding and stopping at the top of her thighs. your hands continued to spread your legs whilst they desperately tried shutting. “keep working that damn tongue.” upon that request, your tongue swirled across her clit, up down left right and over and under and oh, my. those moans. whimpers and whines left her throat, unable to vocalize anything more.
“abby,” you sighed into her heat and let your tongue slurp up her desire. “y’taste so good.” you kissed at her clit, then moved down, slipping your tongue into her while your nose bumped her clit.
“keep going, baby, i’m almost there,” she moaned out whilst her hands reached toward your hair to pull you deeper. with your face smooshing against her cunt, her thighs shut tightly around your head. “yes, god, fuck…”
your mouth was relentless, even as she tipped over the edge; her clit throbbed and her vagina clenched around your tongue. you lapped it all up, of course, needing to taste her sweet n’ salty need. your hands reached up and underneath her shirt, caressing her chest and pinching at her nipples as she came; it only intensified the grip on your hair and the clenching of her thighs against your head.
your mouth dripped with slick, a sign of your hunger as she tugged your head away.
“abby,” you breathed, removing your clothes in the process. the thin string of your own slick connected you to your underwear as you tugged them down. she made way for you, scooting deeper into the bed as you climbed on. you sighed out a quick “fuck” before bringing your pussy down on hers.
“grind that pussy,” she growled deeply, her hands gripping your hips. “fuck.” her hands guided your movements, heavy and powerful rocks against each other.
“abby, please,” you groaned, your hand meeting your own breast to tweak your nipples. the other hand rested on abby’s thigh, keeping it spread for you to continue your work against her.
it hadn’t taken long for you, the sensations so powerful as your buds rubbed together. you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth until you were sure it was about to bleed, and your stomach became a knot.
“i’m about to-“ you started, but abby hushed you quickly.
“i know, baby, cum on me,” she purred out, “cum on my pussy, sweetheart, cum on my pussy.” and as if she had some control over your body, you came by her command. she followed in suit, your moans intermixing and your bodies convulsing. you leaned down to kiss her, holding her head close to yours as your lips danced and tongues tangled.
“i missed you,” you said softly to her after catching your breath, kissing her cheek and down her jaw. her large arms wrapped around your body, pulling you close to her while you gently kissed at her face. with a soft smile, she returned the favor with a few kisses on your chin and the corner of your lips.
“i missed you, too.”
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1-800-local-slut · 2 months
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Decisions
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Rio x Black! Fem! Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, sad ending, lies and deceit, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, broken family, break ups, arguing, reader has a bad mom, mention of smut, kinda creepy Rio, abusive childhood, suicidal thoughts, recreational drug use, mentions of sex but no smut, Rio calls Beth annoying but make no mistake I love me some Beth, slight canon divergence, not proof read we die like men 💪🏾
Rio get’s close to the reader, due to him having an issue with her mother. He falls for her and they start dating but 8 months into their relationship she finds out the first six months of their relationship was a lie. She realizes she can’t trust him and dumps him.
PSA: The reader has an abusive mother and no father, there's only one mention of the reader getting punched in the face. If that's something that would trigger you then please don't read for your own sake
Please let me know if you guys enjoy!
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When he saw her for the first time, it was dark out. She was standing under the streetlight, waiting for her bus and Rio was standing in the bushes behind her. The light above made her luminescent, giving her dark skin and gorgeous glow. He didn't even know why it shocked him to see her there. He had been waiting for her after all.
It was a chilly April night, she was shivering. Rubbing her hands together and exhaling a puff of cold air. He even remembered thinking that it was weird how cold it was for April. She held her phone in her hand, her headphones lightly bled music. Rio could've stared at her all day, if only he wasn't here on business.
He needed to put some pressure on someone and this was how it needed to be done. Stepping out of the bush, Rio slid close to the target of the evening.
His eyes scanned her up and down, looking for some sort of entry point. She didn't notice him, he wasn't standing too close to her yet. With a final scan, he noticed the Jordan high tops that hugged her feet. Perfect.
Taking another step, a bigger step, he made sure his presence was known. Her eyes glanced up at him, a natural response. She carefully observed him, like she was deciding if she should take a large step away or just ignore him. The leaking music shut off and Rio fought back a smile. Best not to freak her out. It was time to finally put things into motion.
"Those shoes are nice, I was looking for a pair for my cousins quince gift but I couldn't find any in her size." Of course there was no way to start a conversation with a woman this late at night in t he middle of nowhere waiting for a bus without sounding like a creep but Rio was pressed for time.
She raised an eyebrow, and glance him up and down before she glanced at the time. Checking how much time before the bus came, smart.
"Thanks. I picked them up last week." Curt and to the point. Rio admired how quickly she went on the defense.
"They suit you. The color I mean. If you don't mind can I ask where you brought those? I just moved here, and I don't know where anything is." Her plump lips pushed into a straight line as if she was contemplating.
Mentally, he willed her to just go for it. Just take the bait, so the guy he had in the bushes who was about to take a few pictures for evidence could get something.
"Yeah, you just have to head to the store on 83rd. There's a place called Sole Symphony. You can get a good deal if you talk to the right person.
"Oh I passed that place on my drive in. I'm Rio, by the way." Extending his palm, Rio heard the bus pulling up behind them. Sure, he knew her name already. But what if he wanted to know more than just her name?
As she placed her hand in his and said her name, the doors of the bus slid open behind the two.
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"Baby what do you want to eat?" She was leaning on the arm of the couch, while Rio rested his head on her lap. Clad in one of Rio's black t-shirts, and a pair of his boxers that outlined that ass he worshipped. Under the lights of her living room, she still looked radiant.
"What, you can't cook?" Rio teased, only to be playfully swatted on his head.
"Stop being annoying, I'm ordering dinner because someone's stupid self forgot to go to the grocery store."
"I forgot to go because you wanted to play around all day, so had to I come home and handle business." Rio smiled, a true smile. A smile he hadn't had in a really really long time. She giggled and bent her face closer to his, and hummed. She rubbed her thumb over his forehead, in a way that made Rio shudder.
"I only did that because you finished all my weed and then got me the wrong strain. So maybe that's your fault?" Rio rolled his eyes playfully, and accepted the soft kiss she planted on his lips.
It filled him with a warm, thick feeling. If someone made love into soup, it was filling his stomach at this very moment. Giving him a full, heavy feeling that Rio never wanted to lose. After a second they pulled apart and Rio stared deeply into her eyes. She did the same, like she could see Rio baring his soul to her.
Every now and again though, he remembered though that this was merely temporary. He never, and he cannot stress how much he means never, let himself fall for someone he was using for business. Still, some rules were meant to be broken.
Whenever he remembered that fact, when he remembered that once his debt was settled with her mother (the whole reason he approached her at that bus station in the first place), his heart died a bit.
The past four months had been nothing but a mix of stress and bliss. Stress, the stress of accidentally hurting the person who broke into his heart. Bliss, from laying with her just like this. Every night, or going to dinner with her. How six months could change a man so much was beyond him. Just being with her, even if it was technically for leverage. Though he would never hurt her.
Still, if she knew, it would hurt her more than anything. It would be like a knife, piercing her heart before twisting and causing her to bleed out unstoppably.
Realistically, speaking anyone would be. If you knew your drug addict mother got herself in too deep and your boyfriend was only with you for leverage against her, you'd be pretty cut up about it, wouldn't you?
The drug addict mother, who started exhibiting psychotic jealousy at what seemed like the moment you turned 12 , and who punched you in the mouth after you refused to be nice to her new boyfriend, who you fought so hard to get away from after your nightmare of a childhood? Who told you everyday that not only were you not shit but you'd never be shit? The mother you don't even tell people you have, like the father you never met?
How would you feel to find out that after fighting your entire life just to live a life that wasn't filled with filth, bearing your entire being to someone (the only one who knew the truth), that finally when you found happiness none of it was real? All because of the mother who you don't even acknowledge, after fighting tooth and nail to get as far as you could from, was still giving you grief.
It killed Rio to know all of this too. To see the scars that she trusted him enough to explain. To explain why she's afraid to have children of her own, to understand what made her into the beautiful, strong and confident woman she turned into too. How could Rio hurt someone who accepted him so wholly?
It made him sick to think about. Honestly, he felt like a toxic rapper who does his woman wrong and everyone but her seems to know. He felt like the definition of shit.
"...be?"
"Huh?"
"Is thai food alright with you, babe?"
"Yeah. Yeah sorry I just dosed off for a moment." Just like that, her voice was like a light shinning through the dark. Her face reflected concern, and she ran a manicured nail over his cheek. On instinct he clasped her hand in his.
"What's wrong with you?" Her voice an even whisper. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her literally everything, and he meant everything. Everything about himself, not the partly fabricated tale he told her about his life for the sake of keeping her at an arms length.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Rio gave a small chuckle.
"Nah just thinking about you mamas." Rio smirked up at her and saw her playful eye roll.
"Boy, if you don't do something with yourself." She laughed with a the smile he'd fallen in love with, pinching him on his chest and he winced before letting out a laugh. Rio grabbed his pants from the side of the couch where he hastily threw them when he came home to 'handle business'. Pulling out his wallet, he plucked his credit card out of the folds. He chuckled and handed it to her, where it was gracefully accepted. Within seconds, Rio felt like he could feel the money being pulled from his heart and his card.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, you keep an ear out for the food." She announced, slipping out from underneath him and leaving his head to connect with the couch.
"Without me though?" He watched her walk out of the living room and to her bathroom, sliding the boxers off in the process. If anything she was relentless in her desire to tease him.
"Don't be gross." She chastised, tossing her shirt off behind her and Rio admired her perfect body before she was out of sight and the door behind her closed.
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"Flowers?" Beth raised an eyebrow at the large bundle in the back of his car. Rio glanced back, the flowers and immediate reminder of what was waiting for him right after this. He couldn't even fight the grin. This girl had him feeling butterflies, kicking his feet and giggling when she wasn't even there and it was only eight months.
"For my lady." It was Fall now. The changing leaves reminded Rio of his changing heart, his changing mind. How he changed so much in the last eight months in so many ways that he couldn't even describe.
Coming up on their eight month anniversary and Rio wasn't even close to playing when it came to celebrating. That big ass bouquet was just the first part. He had a pair of matching necklaces for the two of them, a set of twin cuban links with a nice romantic saying, 'Semper Fidelis' (Always Faithful) carved into them.
Especially since his relationship with Beth had been a recent source of anger between the two. In all fairness, Rio told her he was involved in the stock market, which technically wasn't a lie. She knew he did something illegal though and didn't seem to care as long as neither of them got arrested.
What he didn't explain was what a big tittied white woman was doing calling his phone in the middle of the night and why she sounded so upset when she answered instead of him. Or why there were so many calls between the two of them when Rio was at work when Rio requested she don't blow his phone up when he's at work. Or why when he came home early to have lunch with her he had to leave in the middle because Beth had been blowing his phone up during their entire meal.
Honestly though, Rio knew better than to trip about it. Shit, Rio knew he wasn't even feeling Beth's annoying ass like that. If it was him, some dude called his girl in the middle of the night then had the audacity to sound annoyed when HE answered the phone? He would've flown off the handle before the call even hung up. He'd be out of bed, pulling up his pants and boxers, grabbing his gun and his keys and half way into his shoes.
"You have a girlfriend?" Beth asked, eyes bugging out of her head, mouth open in shock. Why did she look like a salmon?
"You sound shocked. I got game, Elizabeth. Anyways, about your issue tell your FBI man that I hit or whatever." Pushing down the button, she still sat there gaping at him.
"What...?" She blinked, hushing her voice as if someone was gonna hear them. Part of him wanted to tell her to get the fuck out so he could get the fuck home. But in the past eight months, he learned how to have a bit more patience.
"Tell him we made love." Wiggling his eyebrows he made a motion for her to get out of his vehicle and she made her way out. Thank God.
Turning on his engine he winded down the window of the passenger window.
"Make me sound good." And with that he was gone.
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As crazy and inebriated as her momma was for most of her childhood, sometimes she was smart. Like when she taught her how to fight when those girls at school wanted to jump her. Like when she taught her and her sisters to never and she meant NEVER leave your sister in a pinch no matter whats going on between you three. When she taught her how to hot wire a car, and especially when to know if a man was lying.
There were more life lessons, like how to make a crack pipe on the go or how to hide from the police but what can you really learn from someone who was drunk as shit most of your life?
So imagine how shocked and confused she was when she realized 'dang. my momma was right, all niggas are liars.' because her boyfriend had been lying to her their entire relationship? Was it lying or omission? Was she gonna pack her shit and leave without a word to his no-good-low-down-lying-scheming-dirty-bastard self, or put hands on him and go to jail? Lots of decisions for a girl to make in one night. One thing she did decide on the moment she got that phone call from her mom this morning, and got those photos that were taken that first night they met: it was over.
She wished all she felt was anger but that was a lie. With Rio, no Christopher, things were easy. She really was in love, he made her heart swell up like a balloon. When she was at her worse, he was right there and understood and helped her in the best way he could. Understood her anger, understood her sadness. Whatever choice she made, he stood behind it no matter what. He wasn't the type of guy (maybe he could've been, it was clear that she had no clue who he really was) to just sit there and act like he always knew better than you. No, he listened to her, gave her an ear and when she asked for it advice.
This hurt. This wasn't just sadness and betrayal, it was despair. To know that after she fought to get away from her mother. After she got up, walked out that house with nothing but the clothes on her back and said 'if i'm homeless i'm homeless, but its better than being with you' and never saw her again it was only because of that woman that she met someone who she was so head over heels for.
Because of that woman she was sitting here, heart broken. She was sitting here, after sobbing her eyes out in disbelief, after deleting every single picture of the two out of her phone. She was sitting here drowning in rage and betrayal. No. No for once, she couldn't put all the blame on her.
Christopher made the choice to play in her face. He made the choice to waste eight months of her life. To lie, and say he loved her like would be the only woman for him. He probably was cheating on her with that white bitch (with a name like Elizabeth she had to be) and they were probably laughing at her for the past eight months cuddled up together. He made the choice and she fell for it. Outside, the lights of his car pulling up roused some sort of rage deep inside of her. A little voice in her head spoke, it said take a bottle to the backside of his head.
Taking the bottle of liquor next to her, and rearing her arm back over her head she pondered if she was really going to listen to that little voice.
It an easy decision to make.
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"You stupid fuck! Really Christopher, this is what we on?" The scream, and the bottle hitting the wall right next to the door was his greeting. Not a 'hi baby, how was work' like usual. He could already guess he was not about to hit tonight.
"What the fuck? What is your problem?" He yelled back, in this instance he was justified in his screaming considering the murder attempt.
"My problem? My problem? You dickhead, your my fucking problem! You thought shit was sweet? You thought I was just gonna let it slide?" She laughed, anger literally rolling off her.
Taking a moment to look around Rio noticed a few things: the photo of them that was on the table next to her couch was tipped over, the glass shattered the frame on the ground. There was a half empty bottle of wine and a broken glass in the sink. There was a manilla folder, one that he was praying he didn't recognize (but he was starting to think he did), clutched in her shaking hand. Her curly hair was a mess, like she'd been tugging at it in anger.
Sure he knew she'd always been a little bit crazy, he was actually really into it, but did he think this was how their eighth anniversary would start? Nope.
His stomach started to drop. It had been a few months since his business with her mother ended and he was truly hoping from the bottom of his heart hoping she would never find out. He ruled out her mother somehow finally worrying about her enough to tell her.
"What is that?" Rio asked, slamming the door behind him and stepping into the apartment fully. Her neighbors only needed to hear the first part of their exchange, nothing more. She took three defiant steps backwards. The lights were all off, and only the TV was on.
"Got this in the fucking mail today." She growled, throwing the packet at his face. Clear as day, the pictures he had taken of them. For proof. One the first night they met, two on their first date, three when they went to the arcade together and played every game you both could manage and he found himself really trying to impress her. That was when he realized her had a bit of a problem. Then a few more, but eventually they stop after the first two months of their relationship.
The next four months of them being together he resorted to threats and by some miracle her mother found a way to pay off her debts and he was done with her by month six. But not using her for only two out of eight months of their relationship was not a good look.
An awkward silence settled over the two, his stomach feeling heavy. He started to feel warm from shame and fear. The room felt like it was spinning and his mouth felt dry. Even before she said it he knew that he just lost the best thing in his life.
"And some phone calls. Not only did you fucking use me, you also threatened my mom and found my sisters houses?! You dickhead, I'll kill you." She roared, throwing a near by object, which he narrowly dodged.
"Why did you play in my fucking face? For eight fucking months you decided to play in my face and be laid up with me and act like you love me, are you serious?" His head hung low, shame and disappointment and anger. Anger because he knew one thing for sure, this was no ones fault but his. He made the decisions he made. That was on no one but him.
"What you can't fucking talk now? You don't know words? But when that hoe Beth called you could sit up on the phone with her about bullshit right?" She yelled. Rio couldn't even find words. Where should he even start? Beth seemed like the worse place to start.
"Right?" She yelled again, getting in his face before stepping back and breaking into deranged laughter putting a hand on her forehead in outrage. He was panicking. What did he do? Yell at her when he knew he was wrong? Yell at himself for hurting her? What was he even supposed to do in a situation like this? A dry and tear-filled laugh shook him from his thoughts.
"Why though? Why did you do this, I trusted you. I gave you my heart, I gave you my fucking everything. If you can't trust you, then what can I trust?!" The broken sob cut through Rio like a knife. She threw her arms out and drunkenly staggered a bit. She stared, eyes pleading for an answer. An explanation. Anything? But for the first time in a long ass time, Rio had no idea what to say. He felt his palms sweat, gaze still fixed on the photos.
She would never smile at him the way she was in those pictures again. And she grinned as bright as the Sun in each photo except for the first.
When she was still met with silence, Rio resigned. He wanted to say something. Damn, why couldn't he speak? Why was he just sitting there? She was just as confused (surely more confused) as Rio.
"I can't believe this. I let you in and you really sat there and played with me. And you really don't got shit to say either? Well guess what nigga, it's done. I'll die before you hear my voice again, before you ever seem me again. And I could sit up here and yell and scream at you but you know what my momma taught me? As worthless as she was she taught me one thing: the best way to hurt a man is to move on. Get the fuck out." And just like that, before Rio could even say a word it was all over.
The next few minutes were a blur. A trash bag with all his shit was thrown out the window after he was shoved out of her apartment. All the gifts he'd gotten her, the shoes, the jewelry, even her cart that had her name custom printed on it, were tossed out there too. Rio sat out there, outside her apartment complex for what felt like hours.
Shit it probably had been hours. The flowers in the back taunted him. He wanted to stomp on them, he wanted to kick and scream at the world. Why did he fucking do that? For his job of course. Fuck that job, look where it got him. Standing outside the apartment of the love of his life.
Worse, he didn't even speak to defend himself, and she tossed him out so quick that it left his head spinning. He wasn't even sure how he walked to the elevator and made his way to his car. He wanted to die, he wanted to collapse, he wanted to go all the way back in time and tell himself to call off everything and meet her some other way. Now he lost everything that could've been lost to him.
And it was all because of his decisions.
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two older cousins help me get back at my older brother for pushing me around. the plan is as immature as i am, not very well thought through either, but i’m excited – so very eager to knock him down a peg. late into the night at a family gathering with relatives preoccupied, one invites him to the bedroom, the other hiding out of sight. scrambling to get a good grip, they hold him down as i lean, unintentionally placing my knee between thighs. he’s ridiculed for squirming as i hang over his face trying to drool onto him.
everyone freezes as he moans at the further press of my knee to his crotch. i move off instantly, in a flushed state of shock as their hands creep to pull down his shorts. “fuck.. he has a cute little boycunt..” silence. “and you knew..” it doesn’t sound like a question. in an instant i’m pinned to the floor. i let out a pitiful cry as they rip down mine and we’re both forced to expose ourselves for their viewing pleasure. “no way, holy shit..” humiliation increases the longer they stare, an eternity passing weighed down by their strong hands.
“there’s something we need to teach you boys.. know you’re learning from the best,” they exchange a glance. the other continues, “you’ve probably been too afraid to touch your parts.. but it feels really good when you work together.” we’re sat opposite each other on the carpet, still securely in their arms. the way they’re talking scares me.. i know it scares my big bro too from the look in his eye. they spread our legs, pushing us together even closer. “just like this, make your pussies kiss and start to slow.. just rubbing against each other.”
“feels weird,” i protest as my brother tears up, but it’s no use. it’s disgusting, but oh god… they’re so right. he’s nice and soft, perfect down there. i’ve never felt anything more right. i pant as they continue grind our hips together. “…why am i getting.. wet here?” i whine. they grin, seemingly reaching some mutual agreement as hands reach to fondle the sensitive nubs above where we meet. my brother’s legs tremor before clasping around me tight. he’s so being dirty.. moaning softly. it only gets worse when i hear my name.
“your big bro loves fucking you, baby cousin.. hear that?” hips bucking, i rub against him without any assistance, leading as he tries to keep up. we’ve wet the carpet.. i know his cunt has to be as sensitive as mine. the older boys play with themselves while watching.. their parts look a lot like ours, only bigger. their groaning eggs me on further but more distracting is an unfamiliar mounting pleasure. it forces out stuttered whines until i release, harshly gripping my big brothers thigh. when i come to he’s worse off than me, face, shirt, even his thighs tear-stained.
he’ll get used to it.
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Dark Carlos× reader, you were sleeping and he came home drunk, Carlos wanted to have sex with you but you pretended to be asleep (you didn't want to), he forces you to have sex
Warnings: forced sex, swearing, possessiveness and jeslousy
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
As you were lying on the bed you reflected on the previous three hours. You had a fight with Carlos because he is extremely jealous. All it takes is a little and he starts to suspect that you're hanging out with someone in the city when you can't go to the Grand Prix with him.
You were already tired of his behavior and his outbursts were enough to be more unbearable to live with. All could do was a male name appearing on your phone and he starts with his questions. He doesn’t care if it’s a name on some advertisement on the website or your second cousin
You lay on your stomach and sighed contentedly that you had at least a moment of peace, because Carlos went somewhere in the city after your argument and you didn't care where he went. By the way, he also reproached you several times about this that he can't get even an iota of jealousy out of you. Which didn’t make sense to you why he is so mad about it.
And so you began to fall asleep, a pleasant dream began to spread in your head and you let yourself be carried away by the flow.
You lay on a wooden piece and sunbathe in the open sea. You could hear the lapping of the waves around you. But the other sounds didn't really fit into the dream, banging and cracking of something metal started to be heard.
You grunted lightly as you started to wake up and realized that it was the door and keys that someone had dropped on the floor. He came drunk again.
You pretended to be asleep, you were in no mood to welcome him, let alone in the state he was in. But what you didn't expect came.
You heard his footsteps getting closer and closer to you. If he thinks he's going to sleep in the same bed with me, he's wrong.
You kept pretending to be asleep and waited to see what he would come up with.
He pounced on the bed. You had a soft mattress so it tilted you slightly to the side towards him. Lucky fucker.
“Baby?”
You were doing you don’t hear him.
“Cariño!!”
You stopped breathing. You didn't want to reveal that his sharp, loud voice threw you off.
Now his hand touched you and he placed it on your shoulder and started moving with you.
Meanwhile his scent mixed with alcohol reached you.
“Stop it Carlos!”
His hand went under your shoulder and he jerked you onto your back. Your hands automatically shot to his chest as he was now towering over you in his full height, width and weight.
“Get off of me you bastard!”
He growled at you. That's the only time he paid attention to your saying and continued to grope your body with his bigger hands. You started to pull him from you and scratch him. It could take a little for you to start whining so he would leave you alone. You felt so weak under him and the weight of his body didn't make it any easier.
“It’s only making me more horny”
You started screaming and not just because he was squeezing your nipples more than was healthy to do. He ran his tongue over the exposed part of your neck and started biting like he hadn't eaten all day.
“Fucking stop it !! I don’t want it”
He rammed his crotch deeper into your crotch and grabbed your neck with his free hand.
“You’re gonna fucking take me because I want to”
The blood froze in your veins and you looked into the darkness that his eyes offered you.
“You’re gonna take me like a good whore I cannot even look at because you took my mind my heart and my fucking cock. So you’re gonna fucking take it”
His words froze you and he pinned your thighs to the sides of the mattress with his hands so he opened you up beautifully for him.
“Spit.”
You were still froze as you opened your mouth and spat into his hand, he rubbed your saliva on the glans of his cock and then nothing was there to stop him.
He didn't hesitate and thrust it into you with the utmost vigor. You hissed and cried from the intrusion but he had such a good cock that he was touching the exact spot inside that was taking you to another dimension and currently betraying your morals.
You couldn't help but start moaning into his face after he stuck his mouth to yours. He didn't fiddle around and rode you like you were made of iron. You automatically scratched him all over his body, but that only made him speed up and you were done in a few moments.
“I love your face when you come.”
You looked at him and saw a new beginning.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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