#(literally next doors bath is right next to the head of my bed. i used to hear the guy who lived there before crack open a beer in the bath

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

The Injured List

Batter Up Chapter 4

Pairing: Baseball player Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Joel's just a baseball player and his back is killing him, good thing he has you to take care of him. Warnings: smut, Joel gets injured and can barely move, you masturbate and Joel watches, cum swallowing, you ride Joel's fingers. Words: 3,500

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“And I don’t know folks, doesn’t look good for Joel Miller,” the announcer intones, but his words disappear, all you can focus on is the image on your screen. Tears begin to stream down your face as you watch Joel writhe in pain on the dirt. This can’t be happening, you’re literally packing your bag for the flight home to Texas in a few hours. He has the All Star Game in two days, and right now he’s sitting on the ground shaking his head and grimacing as his manager , teammates and trainer surround him, their faces all shrouded in concern. The shirt you were folding drops out of your hand as you walk closer to the television, as if being next to the broadcast will change the outcome. 

“Come on baby, come on,” you chant to yourself, nervously bouncing in place. You have nobody to talk to about your worry, except the man currently being helped up off the field by his trainer and coach. He looks pissed as he hobbles to the cart, you swallow hard realizing how angry and destroyed he looks. There goes the All Star Game, there goes his swan song of returning back to his hometown and old home field during what should be his final year of playing. 

Your heart shatters for him, for you, for his career. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you still pack you bag. You text Joel that’s you’re leaving now. 

“What a shame. Miller’s out…” Your dad texts you later that night. Little does he know you’re reading his text as you take the elevator up to Miller’s apartment. 

The sound of Joel’s keys in the lock startles you out of your daze, you jump from the couch, hopping over the ottoman to meet him at the door. 

He looks haggard and tired.

“Hey sweetheart,” he smiles, his face looking less defeated at the sight of you. “You didn’t have to come here, m’sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize. I wanted to be here,” you delicately wrap your arms around his neck, rising up on your tip toes and giving him a kiss before grabbing his bag from his hands. “I couldn’t not be.” 

It’s the first time you’ve been together in over two weeks, this is absolutely not the scenario you were expecting. Usually the first time you see each other after long stretches of time your first stop is the bedroom, both of you excited to touch each other and get all of your long distance frustrations out in bed. Tonight, it’s different, the first stop is the bedroom, but the only thing on your mind is taking care of him.

“I appreciate it baby, you’re too good.”

“I know I am. Now, come on, I got the bed all set up for you.”

——

“Well, I better get used to this damn room for the next week,” he grumbles limping into his room.

“Good thing I already have the next week off so I can keep you company.”

“You can still go home, ya’ know?” Joel plunks down on the edge of his bed. "Don't want you missing the game and your family on account of me."

“And leave my injured boyfriend all alone? What am I a monster?” You kneel down in front of him, unlacing his shoes and pulling each one off. 

“No, just feel bad you have to give up your vacation to take care of me,” his voice is soft as he grabs your chin and pets your cheek. 

“Listen,” you climb up his legs, placing your hands on his thighs, “I get a week of you stuck in bed, that’s better than a beachfront villa in Tahiti. Plus, I refuse to let a nurse or anyone else help you get undressed and bathe.” You untie the ties of his joggers. “Now, let’s get you in bed and I’ll take care of you.” 

You hold out your hands to help him stand, he takes them and rises with your assistance, grimacing as his back moves. 

“Should we ice it, or is the heating pad good for now?”

“Heat’s fine,” he croaks. 

“You alright?”

“I’m fine, just really fuckin’ hurts.” 

“Here, I’ll help with your clothes, do you want sleep shorts and a shirt?” 

“No, just a pair of underwear’s fine.”

“Right,” you turn and head for his closet to grab a new pair. 

“Hold up, just… I’ll get it.”

“Why?” You turn around, shrugging your shoulders. “You can hardly move.”

“Just, don’t do any digging, okay?”

“…..Okay, I’ll grab the first pair I see then,” you angle your eyebrows at him.

“Thank you.”

“Mmhmm,” you say as you turn and walk into his closet.

“Damnit.” You hear him groan from the other room as you open his underwear drawer. 

“Don’t do anything I can help you with!” You shout grabbing the top pair of boxer briefs fighting the urge to look through the drawer. 

Joel Miller is always cool, always put together. You don’t think there’s ever been a day that he’s looked pathetic, up until today and the sight that greets you when you walk out of his closet.

“This sucks,” he miserably huffs, standing by the bed, his pants halfway down his legs, the hem of his shirt rumpled up around his chest. 

“Oh baby,” you giggle. “See, how could I leave you in this state?” 

You kiss his cheek and bend down in front of him, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. “Step out,” you instruct, looking to find he’s staring down at you, his eyes hooded, the same look he gives you in bed. “Don’t get any ideas Mr. Miller you can hardly move.” 

“Could probably move enough.”

“Bullshit, it’s not happening tonight Joel,” you stand. “Trust me, I want it too, but it’s not happening. Now, let’s get your shirt taken care of. Can you raise your hands for me?”

He nods and raises his arms, trying to disguise his frown.

You lift the hem of his shirt gently rolling it up his chest while trying to ignore the fact that he’s now almost fully naked in front of you. 

“You know,” he says as you slowly roll his shirt up his head and outstretched arms. “Just because I’m out of commission doesn’t mean you have to be.” 

“Joel,” you breathe out placing his shirt on your shoulders. “Stop.”

“I missed you— ’n your body, if I can’t have it, at least lemme look at it.” 

“We’ll see,” you bite your bottom lip, the angel on your shoulder is telling you the best thing for him to do right now is rest and sleep, the devil on your shoulder that looks like your handsome boyfriend is telling you to let him watch you get off. “Hate to say this now, but I have to take your underwear off.” 

You kneel down in front of him, thinking how stupid you are that you’re now face level with his crotch… and he’s already half hard. 

“Fuck, this sucks,” he tips his head back exasperating as you grab his waistband and begin to pull his boxer briefs down. 

“I know it does,” you whisper your mouth beginning to salivate as you expose his half hard cock, it feels like you’re unwrapping a forbidden present, "but I’m here to take care of you baby.”

“You can’t call me baby,” he sighs, “when you’re... down there.” 

Joel’s underwear pools at his feet, you stare straight forward at his half hard cock, your mouth dropping open at the sight. 

“I’m also going through things too,” you whisper as you tap on his legs so he can step out of the fabric at his feet. “I gotta put your underwear on.” 

“Mm,” Joel lifts a leg as you pull his underwear up, your hands forced to feel the skin of his legs, the hair is soft against your touch. 

“Christ, can feel your breaths against me, you gotta stop,” he whines. 

You hold your breath as you pull the black fabric up over his crotch, finally hiding the temptation. 

You stand back up, focusing on getting Joel ready for bed, the stick of your soaked underwear against your skin getting harder to ignore. 

You spread the heating pad out on his side of the bed, bending over to plug it into the socket behind his bedside table.

“You look so good bent over like that, hate my goddamn back,” he bitterly mutters.

“Can’t stop you, can I?” You chuckle. “I’m just glad you were able to shower at the ballpark.”

“I’m not,” he huffs out sitting on the edge of his bed gingerly twisting and lifting his legs up, resting his back against the wall of pillows you’ve placed against the headboard. 

“You good?” You hand him the remote control and the heating pad controller.

“Yeah, m’fine, thanks.”

“Need anything?” 

“No, just want to feel you in bed with me.”

“I know, just have a few things to do first.”

You gather Joel’s dirty clothes in your hand, depositing them in the hamper inside his closet. Your eyes glance over at his underwear drawer, why does he want you out of it? You know it’s not a ring, it’s too early, he knows that. It could just be nothing at all… you let the wonder escape your brain with a shake of your head. No need to worry about it right now.

You take your clothes off, sighing internally at how wet your underwear is with your arousal. 

“Where’s the sleep shirt you’ve been keeping for me?” You peek out of his closet.

“It’s already in my suitcase on the floor.”

You nod. “Thanks.”

“You naked in there?” 

You roll your eyes at his question. “Yes.”

“Lemme see.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you unzip his suitcase, finding the shirt folded right at the top, as if he couldn’t wait to give it to you as much as you couldn’t wait to receive it. 

“Please baby, it’s been a long fucking day and an even longer two weeks.” 

“Fine,” you walk out of his closet, the only piece of clothing is his shirt in your hands. Joel’s eyes darken as you walk over to the bed. “Happy?”

“Thank you,” his eyes roam your body. “Missed you pretty girl.”

“Missed you too,” you blush.

“Come lay next to me, it just hit me how little I’ve gotten to touch you.”

“I should probably get our phones from the living room, just in case."

“Please don’t, it’s all a bunch of texts and articles I don’t want to deal with right now, I just want to be with you right now.” 

The frustration in his voice makes you climb in bed and lay next to Joel, carefully placing your head on his chest. 

“This okay?”

“Of course it is. Wish I could wrap my arms around you and hold you close, fuck, you feel so good.” His hand comes up to your face, rubbing his thumb against your chin and lips. “God damnit, this really sucks.”

“I know, but I’m happy doing this too.” You grab his hand away from your face. “Can’t believe I never asked you, what does this mean?” You trace the three circles on Joel’s hand. 

“Had a bullseye board my dad used to use for hunting practice, would put it out in the field behind my house, my brother and I would spend hours trying to hit the ball off the tee and have it hit the target. Went ‘n got this the night after I won Rookie of the Year.”

“Cute,” you bring his hand up to kiss the tattoo. “I remember that banquet, I thought you were so hot. God, I thought that since I was eighteen maybe you’d talk to me because I was older. Ridiculous.”

“Dark blue dress, your hair was pulled back ’n you had a gold headband.”

You audibly gasp, dropping his hand out of yours, his palm thudding against his chest. 

“Yeah… yeah, that’s— wow, that’s what I was wearing.”

“I know, and I would’ve talked to you if your dad wasn’t the one signing my checks or holding my future in his hands. I remember talking to your mom, and you were right behind her, you looked so beautiful it was hard for me to pay attention to her.”

“I remember that, I loved listening to you talk. God, I can’t believe we’re here. Look at us now.”

“Look at us now,” his low chuckle vibrates against your head. “Speaking of looking, I’d really like to look at you.”

“You have been Joel.”

“No, I want to look at you, please, I’m gonna keep pulling the injured card, but let me watch you touch yourself.”

“Joel… I don’t think that’s doctor’s orders.” You want to touch yourself, you're so wet, just from being near him.

“Please, darling, it’ll make this day not totally suck.”

“Ugh, I can’t argue with that. Joel Miller wins again. Where do you want me?”

“At the foot in front of me, wanna see all of you.”

Your body thrums as you climb down his bed. You love how excited you are to touch your pussy for him, he adores your body, worships it. 

“Spread your legs for me, wide, want to see your pussy drool all over my sheets.” 

You sit up and face Joel, leaning back on an outstretched arm opening your thighs wide, your naked body lit by the soft glow of the lamp on Joel’s bedside table.

“Fuck baby girl, look at that, can see how wet you are, you’re absolutely fucking soaked.” 

You can see how his cock is hardening underneath his boxer briefs. It drives you even crazier. 

“Rub your pussy for me,” his eyes burn into yours, the timbre of his voice urging you forward.

Your hand snakes down your torso, dipping in between your folds, a moan leaves your lips feeling how wet you are, Joel groans as you begin to touch yourself. 

You do this all the time for him on FaceTime, but you’ve never done this in person, your leg draping over his, your arousal dripping onto his sheets. You love how you can see the way his eyebrows wrinkle as his big eyes dart from your eyes to your pussy and back. 

“That’s it baby, you look so fucking amazing.” 

You can’t believe your luck, both good and bad. Good luck that you’re close enough to watch Joel grow harder as he watches you fuck yourself. Bad luck that Joel can’t be the one fucking you. 

“Stick a finger in, lemme see it,” his hand dropping down to grip his bulge. “Not gonna do anything, pressure’s just helpin’ me.”

“You okay?” You ask, your finger paused at your entrance.

“Course I am sweetheart,” he smiles, “I’ll be just fine. This is good, real good. Stick it in for me.”

You raise your hips to meet your finger and begin pumping it in and out of you, your palm resting against your clit. You focus on Joel’s thick fingers forming around his sheathed hard cock, you stick another finger in to try to stretch yourself the way he stretches you.. It’s nothing compared to him.

“Greedy girl,” he growls, his fist tightening around his bulge. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Thank you for doing this for me.”

You want to give Joel a show, he deserves it. 

“Joel,” you whimper sticking a third finger in. “You always feel so good in me, love it when you fuck me.”

“Yeah?” He breathes. “Love how you squeeze me, you squeezin’ your fingers for me?” 

“Mmhmm,” you moan, your legs beginning to shake as you fuck yourself harder, your palm knocking against your clit. Your heavy breathing and the sound of your fingers shoving in and out of your hole growing louder and faster bringing yourself closer to your climax.

“That’s a good girl, missed you so much, missed that sweet pussy of yours. Can see you getting close, you close for me?” 

You nod as an idea pops into your head. You scoot yourself forward, your cunt now right in front of his free hand resting on his thigh. 

“Touch me, just, stick your fingers in, don’t move them, let me do the work?”

“Fuck. Yeah? Okay baby,” he sounds practically giddy at your suggestion. “How many?”

“Three, I need to feel you,” you order as you kneel on your knees hovering over his hand.

He nods, his face with a serious, determined expression as he sticks his fingers up for you. 

You lower your pussy on them. Fuck. His fingers are so fucking thick, opening your cunt even wider as you sit on them. Joel lets out a long, low groan as you bury his fingers inside of you. 

“Baby, oh god, you’re fucking soaked for me. Jesus, you feel so fucking silky and soft. Fuckin’ squeezing me so hard.”

You begin to rub circles around your clit, bringing your other hand to cup your breast as you begin to ride his hand. The feel of his skin against yours, the way his eyes bore into you as you slide your cunt up and down his thick digits, the guttural gasp he lets out as you squeeze his fingers tight chanting how much you wish his fingers were his cock edge you even closer.

His head thuds against the pillow as you grind harder against him, your wet dripping down against his knuckles. His hand still grips his cock, you place your hand on top of his, tracing the tattoo with a finger, the same circles you draw over your clit. He stares at his hand, his brows furrowing as he watches you trace the ink on his skin.

You move your hips on him as he stays still, he’s being so good to you, knowing you’ll worry about his back if he oversteps his boundaries. 

“Feel so good when you touch me,” he whispers, his hand clenching and unclenching around his length. “Just a fuckin’ finger on my hand and it’s driving me crazy.”

You love him so much, you know today has been hell for him, you’ll deal with that later, right now all you want to do is let him forget about everything using your naked body as a distraction.

You can feel your orgasm beginning to peak, your cunt clamping around his fingers. You’re close, so fucking close.

“Oh, babygirl, you’re going to cum aren’t you? Fuckin’ strangling me, wish it was my cock so bad. Let go for me, lemme feel it.”

It’s been so long since you’ve felt his touch and now your cunt is pulsing around his fingers.

“Fuck,” you stare open mouthed as you notice the dark spot on Joel’s underwear from his leaking cock. Your orgasm waves through you at sight, your slick gushing out soaking Joel’s fingers. You grab his cock and yank it out of his underwear as you rock through your climax, fuck your self imposed so-called “doctor’s orders” you want to touch him.

“Stay still, stay still,” you pant as you spread his precum all over his shaft, stroking him. 

His head nods ferociously, eyes widening as he bites his top lip, his hand curling into a fist resting atop his chest. 

“I know, I know,” you raise up off of his fingers, leaning forward to kiss him. “Cum for me Joel. Give me your cum,” you moan against his lips.

“Yes,” he chokes out.

“You’re being so good, laying so still, letting me do the work for you.” 

You stroke him faster, twisting the tip the way you know he likes it, he lets out a long groan, letting you know he’s there. You quickly clamber down the bed sealing your mouth over his cock. His body stays perfectly still, the only thing moving is his head nodding against the pillow and his cock throbbing as his seed shoots down your throat. You swallow all of it down, happy to be able to finally taste him.

“Thank you baby,” he whispers, “needed that. You’re so good to me.”

“You deserve it,” you smile wiping your mouth and pulling Joel’s underwear back up. “I know today wasn’t easy on you, but I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.” 

“I love you,” he sighs, his eyes already turning heavy with exhaustion.

“I love you too,” you lay down next to him, making sure to gently rest your head on his chest. 

“You’re so good at turning my bad days good. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

——

Joel falls asleep quickly. You sneak out of bed and softly pad out to the living room to grab your phones, remembering you need to set an alarm for his meds.

They sit on the coffee table, right where you left them.

Joel has too many missed texts. 

You have a few texts too, the most recent being from your mom.

Your stomach drops as you read it.

“Aren’t you flying in tonight? Why are you in Philadelphia? Please call.”

A/N: Hello, there is an awful lot of foreshadowing going on here.

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller/reader #baseball joel #baseball #baseball au #tlou au #batter up #baseball fic

[jacobglaser]

New-ish neighbour is playing Shine On You Crazy Diamond next door. I thought he was a bit of an oddball at first but from what I've heard he seems pretty normal and clearly has impeccable music taste so???

#i havent actually seen him yet #but i want to knock on the wall and be like turn it up please. but considered where the rooms are theres a 90% chance hes in the bath #oh the joys of terraced houses #(literally next doors bath is right next to the head of my bed. i used to hear the guy who lived there before crack open a beer in the bath #every single night and play terrible music #at least this lad has decent taste #also the house is cursed. the last 2 neighbours there have had weird falls resulting in a permenant brain injury and death respectively

[spookitapes]

Hello, i love your fics! Im a bit embarassed but i had an idea earlier today. Imagine beig on a relationship with Ted while hes a trip visiting every margaritaville or rain forest, whatever you prefer and you miss him a lot so when you can finally go visit him on the trip he shows you how much he missed you by fucking you so good you barely walk the next day. Okay thats all, thank you bye!

a/n: oh my gosh don't be embarrassed! pls send me more stuff I love it !!! and thank you so much for the support< 33 it's mainly RFC buuuut i did a little bonus of margaitaville ft. schlatt at the end :))) sorry it took me a minute to see this in my inbox!! but I hope you enjoy it bc this was actually super fun to write !!

!! 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI !!

surprising ted on his rainforest cafe roadtrip hc's

❧ getting the trip schedule from eddy so you can pick which days works best for you

❧ planning it weeks before they even leave

❧ ted having literally no clue what’s happening

❧ stuffing his face with safari fries when he hears an all too familiar “teddy!” coming from behind him

❧ thinking he’s finally going crazy bc why is he imagining your voice amongst the animatronic themed restaurant's ambiance ??

❧ almost tackling him out of his chair when you finally reach him bc you didn’t realize you were full-on sprinting in the rainforest cafe

❧ a very sweet reunion that takes ted entirely by surprise

❧ (don't worry eddy gets a good angle) it's some nice behind-the-scenes footage for you two :))

❧ “jesus christ honey i didn’t know you’re that strong!”

❧ ted laying his head on your shoulder anytime he can

❧ sharing a sparkling volcano for the memory of it

❧ getting back to the hotel and making out in the elevator on the way to the room you booked

❧ him immediately pinning you to the door when it closes

❧ he's missed you so much

❧ missed your body so much

❧ he'd been having to take cold showers

❧ and that worked until he found the nude polaroids you had left him in his luggage

❧ he's been reduced to jerking off, switching to hot steam instead of a standing ice bath

❧ so you can't really blame him for taking you right there

❧ stripping you of only what's necessary

❧ if your wearing jeans? gone. pants of any kind? bye bye. shorts? across the room...but a dress or a skirt? he's just pushing it up your hips

❧ pulling your panties to the side (if you're wearing any op-)

❧ hiking one of your legs up onto his hip as he barely gets his cock out of his pants before pushing into you

❧ both of you letting out a gasp as he bottoms out

❧ him holding your hand against the door with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other

❧ eventually bringing your leg around his hip up over his shoulder so he can hit deeper

❧ him fucking you so rough the do not disturb sign's swinging on the other side of the door

❧ once you both cum he'll carry you over to the bed so he can finish stripping you

❧ slowly peeling the clothes away as he kisses your skin that appears

❧ him pushing your face into the sheets to muffle the porn star level moans leaving your mouth

❧ "god baby, you're gonna get us kicked out if you keep screaming like that."

❧ but how can you stay quiet when he's balls deep drilling you from the back giving you the best dick of your life ??

❧ him getting fed up so he puts one of his big ass hands over your mouth as he fucks you harder

❧ just the sounds of skin on skin slapping, ted's groans, and your muffled sobs fill the room

❧ going at least three more rounds before he's carrying you to the bathtub to clean you up

❧ begging him to get in with you and getting him to after pulling out the big eyes and jutted out bottom lip combo

❧ scooting up so he can slide in behind you

❧ just holding each other in the warm bubbley water

❧ "i love you so much baby, remind me to never go on a trip without you again."

❧ it's followed with a tender kiss on your forehead

❧ you pause a moment before shifting your head so you can catch his eyes, a smile overtaking your features

❧ he thinks you're gonna say something sappy, something that'll probably make you tear up

❧ "you can go on as many trips as you want if that's how you're gonna fuck me."

❧ he splashes you with the bath water...

❧ the next day he's calling you to hurry up and get ready, something about needing to be back on the road

❧ he gets met with a long, loud, angry groan in return

❧ "uuhhhh honey, you alright?"

❧ him being met with your pouty face looking up from the mound of pillow you had it buried in

"i don't wanna talk to you. you did this to me!"

❧ he's about to question you before you throw your legs off the side and go to stand...only to go tumbling over before ted leaps across the room to save you

❧"your hero," he's smirking down at you, hands around your back and hip as you dangle mid-air

❧ "...more like my murderer." you murmur it out

❧ "oh and who exactly did i kill? you look alive to me."

❧ "MY WHOLE LOWER BODY YOU BIGDICK ASSHOLE!"

(bonus)

you two definitely fuck at jschlatt's during margaritaville

❧ setting it up with schlatt bc you promise him a gift (WINK)

❧ you jump out and surprise them when they get to schlat't's place

❧ him almost tackling you this time

❧ "i fuckin' told ya! HA mother fucker now you owe me $50!" schlatt's laughing maniacally as usual

❧ ted fucking you in front of schlatt as a thank you for the surprise

❧ "this is way fuckin' better than on facetime." (read my other work to get the refrenceeeee)

❧ making you ride him as schlatt records it on ted's phone

❧ reverse cowgirl to get good angles of your pretty face and so ted can watch your greedy hole swallow up his big cock

❧ schlatt shoving the camera in your face when you start getting sloppy, thighs burning from riding your lover for so long

❧ "go on and look at me, angel," he's using his free hand to grip your throat to look at him but your eyes are still closed

❧ ted's interrupting him for a second, "do ya wanna cum? keep on bouncin' then. I'll rub your slutty lil clit if you keep takin' my dick so good."

❧ "be a good little bitch and smile for the camera—thaaaaat's it, honey."

#cass.ted #ted nivison x reader #ted nivision smut #ted nivison #ted nivison x you #jschlatt #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich smut #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x you #cass.jschlatt #cass.lair

[deblklesb]

[I Want You So Bad — Ellie x Reader, Pt. 1]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, fluff MDNI] (part 2 here)

Summary: Ellie likes you so much, and it's crazy how you don't even notice it.

a/n: omg i finally did it!!!! it took me too long, so sorry anon, but it's finally here!! its a two part thing, I'll post part2 soon! hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!

cw: fluff and pining. as always i don't want minors interacting.

not proof read | reblogs are highly appreciated

It's a painfully hot day in Jackson, Ellie is wondering how Shimmer is doing down in the barn and contemplating about going there to spend some time with her beloved horse. The sun gives everything an extra glimmer and the roads hold small puddles of fata morganas, amusing her as always - astronomy it's her main target of curiosity but physics it's there too.

While she fixes her shoelaces and checks her pockets for the keys, she also looks at the small handmade candy wrapped in a simple paper, standing on the bench next to her door. The grocery brings back delightful memories of when you runned up to her with the cutest smile, a hand in her direction.

"Ellie, I made this candy from a recipe I found in one of those books, took some for you", you had no idea how that gesture reached the Williams girl right into the heart.

"Oh, thanks…!" She looked down at the brownish treat. It seemed to be so tasteful and you were known amongst your friends to be a very talented cook.

"So, are you coming to the Tipsy Bison tonight?" You put your hands in your back pockets. Ellie could only see a part of your tattoo coming out of your short sleeve, wondering what the entirety of it would look like.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. If I can finish all my tasks", she would definitely drop them if that meant to see you.

"Okay, cool! See ya later, then", and just like that you left with a small wave and a sweet smile.

Inside, Ellie beat herself up for not asking something like "oh do you want me there?" to slightly make a move and test the waters. You would always leave her speechless, lagging, absolutely fumbling on her words to even put a goof full sentence out.

On this incredibly hot day, she thinks it's finally the time to maybe taste your candy. She hasn't done it yet because… Maybe because she was holding onto the mere fact that you thought about her and went out of your way to give her some handmade candy. It was such a sweet act, it made her daydream for days and literally kick her feet when laying on her bed that night, thinking about your pretty eyes and cute lips.

Deciding to save for that night, she finally heads out to the hot weather and bright sun. The sunglasses she found on a supply run unfortunately were broken, she could make good use of them now.

It didn't take long to reach the barns, the shadow of the roof presenting a hope to cool down. The horses seemed to not mind the heat that much, and today was bathing day.

"Morning, Els", Pedro, a 15 year-old boy waved at her. She smiled back, finally facing Shimmer on her usual spot. But the horse wasn't alone.

In the barn, a brush in hand, stands you. Mindlessly stroking Shimmer's fur in circles, your back is not fully out since you're still with a tank on but Ellie can finally see the rest of your tattoo; it's a big tiger, an image mostly on your back with just a paw sticking on your front, under the clavicle - the part Ellie could always see. Today, it moves as your muscles do the same and you murmur a random melody, eyes careful to put the attention on the horse's fur.

The brunette has to take a deep breath before proceeding into the barn, trying to pull out that chill, laid back facade to hide the way you make her almost melt into a puddle.

"Hey, see you got up early today" She has you stopping on your tracks to look over your shoulder, immediately smiling fondly when seeing her.

"Yeah, I got the bathing job today so I didn't want to leave it until later", dirt falls from Shimmer's fur as you brush it. She's not the dirtiest one usually, but after some runs between the last bath and this one a significant amount of dirt is coming off. "Where have you been putting her to, by the way?"

"Oh, we found an old ranch somewhere west and I decided to let her run around a bit. It made a big cloud of dirt around her", Ellie chuckles as she gets closer from the horse, patting her neck. "This big girl enjoyed herself very much"

"Well, that's good, though", you go back into looking straight to your front, oblivious to how Ellie's gaze falls on your tranquil figure.

She captures the bridge of your nose and your adorable cheeks, the ones she just wanna kiss all the time so badly. Your hair, away from your face today, your attractive lips and the prettiest eyes she has ever seen. With your back to the barn's door, you almost glow in front of the light coming from outside. Like a divine vision, straight out of a fantasy book, demanding to be worshiped by the auburn haired girl. She feels her chest tightening and that feeling spreading to her arms and stomach, like it always does when she's around you; a visceral need to touch you in any possible way.

Shimmer ruffs and bumps her snout into Ellie's face, almost like she's calling her back to Earth.

"Easy", Ellie chuckles again, now trying to hide the last moment. From who? She doesn't know, there's just you, her and the horses here, but she feels so exposed whenever she's around you.

"It might sound crazy, but I do believe these horses have personality", you suddenly comment, turning to grab a comb.

"Right?! Oh, Jesse keeps saying I am crazy, that they're just horses, but I do feel this too! One time Shimmer laughed when she saw me fall. Like, a horse laugh, but I swear it was a laugh", and just like that, Ellie's loosening up.

Your laugh fills the space as you stand next to Shimmer to comb her black tail. Now facing your back again, Ellie takes in how your back muscles press your dark tank top and how your waist seems to call her hands to grab it, hold you from behind close to her chest. The desire to have your scent consuming her mind is so strong, she thinks she might actually pass out.

This is getting so out of hand.

"So", she clears her throat, looking around for another comb to work on Shimmer's mane. "Are you going to be here all day?"

"Tipsy Bison at six", you don't even care to look back at her, focused on the tail.

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Yeah, very well, actually", you chuckle. "Tomorrow I have nothing in the morning, so I can compensate"

"Oh… I thought we could, y'know…", she's trying to collect the millions of thoughts running around her mind at the same time, trying to not fuck this up. "Have a sleepover one of those nights… When you're free, I mean… But we don't have to if you don't want it- it was just an idea"

"It's a great idea!" The way you smile, turning to look at her, has her heart clenching. It's so genuine and sweet, just like you always do whenever you see her coming around and go compliment her. Do you even know the way she loses balance at each one of those acts? "The last sleepover was so long ago. We should call Dina and Jesse too"

"Yeah, absolutely", she rests her head on Shimmer's neck when you turn your attention to the tail again, cursing silently.

The rest of Shimmer's bath was calm, you both kept talking about whatever. At one point, when Ellie was rinsing the horse's back legs, Shimmer just threw her tail on the girl's face, making you laugh out loud and the auburn haired girl look stunned.

In the end you both got out a little cooled down due to splashes of water, past midday after bathing all horses. It was easier with two people, after all.

"So, I guess I'll let you get going to change and go to work…"

"Aren't you coming to the Bison tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I'll pass by", she tried to sound chill and nonchalant, not revealing how she always planned to go there as long as she wasn't patrolling.

"Okay, see you there then!" And you fucking leaned to kiss her on the cheek, smiling while you waved goodbye and turned in your street, leaving Ellie dumbfounded.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

If a stare could create holes, Jesse and Dina would cause trypophobia in anyone. Ellie was sitting across from them on the table, holding a beer bottle so tightly that it could break at any giving moment. Standing next to the table was you, listening to their shitty excuses about not being able to attend to the sleepover, oblivious to their real intentions.

"Oh, I get it, it's fine. Guess it'll be just me and Ellie then", you shrug, smiling to the auburn haired girl. She smiles back immediately under your gaze. "We'll, I have to go back to behind the counter, go talk to me if y'all need anything"

And she stares at your back while you walk away, always looking so fine while handling the objects behind the long wooden table.

"You're welcome, by the way", it's Jesse who says it, smirking.

"I'd beat the shit out of you if we weren't in public", she groans, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, come on! It will be nice having her all by yourself for a night, uh? Then you can silently pin over her while pretending to pay attention to some random ass movie", Dina is looking up like she's pondering the scenario.

"Shut up", her hands start to sweat with anticipation, all the possibilities running through her mind.

What you'll be wearing, what you both will watch, if you are going to sleep next to her, if she'll be able to hold you close absolutely in a friendly way, if you'll laugh and have a good time with her. Ellie thinks about the tragedies implicated in being alone with you for the whole night, how embarrassing it can be, how she'll combust just by looking at you so closely, yet, so far.

"Stop overthinking. Just wear those flannels, she likes it"

"No, she does not!" Her face warms up, because of the alcohol, of course.

"She already complimented you ten times about that shirt", Jesse points out.

It was true, though. And each and every time, Ellie almost melted into a puddle in front of your chaste gaze. If you only knew what ran through her mind when she looked at you…

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

This was messy, and Ellie didn't know what to do anymore.

At some point of the night, you decided to play a game and Ellie just agreed - because what could go wrong? Not going far from the known route, you opted for a Q&A game in which each one asked a question and the other one had to answer it or respond with another question. It would be nice and silly, if the given situation wasn't hard enough for Ellie.

You were sitting in front of her, legs crossed on the couch, in a tank top and the smallest shorts Ellie has ever seen you on - which was cool, it was okay, she could manage that because she was already used to holding her shit together next to you. But everytime you moved around, for some reason, that night, she just wanted to pull you close once and for all. An inexplicable energy was emerging from the whole situation and she couldn't grasp it properly, but it made her restless.

Her hands tingle whenever you lightly hold her arm or her leg, she starts to wonder why you were so touchy generally, but tonight more than ever. An indescribable feeling comes from her guts each time you laugh and lean on. She might as well be going crazy.

So, it was already hard enough. But then you asked her if she was currently into some girl around town and that was the first time Ellie responded with another question.

"Why do you wanna know?" It sounded like she was caught off guard, and that bought your attention.

"I was just curious… But your answer makes me think that you actually are", you smirk, playful.

"I didn't say I was"

"Didn't say you weren't either", damn you for being clever.

"But that doesn't mean anything…" The auburn haired girl looked away, resting her arm on the back of the couch.

"Is it Dana?"

"No" Dana was another woman that regularly worked on the Tipsy Bison. She was pretty and polite, but Ellie wasn't interested in her - not with you around. And she was so desperate to direct the conversation somewhere else that she missed the way your voice changed.

"So there is someone, it's just not Dana?"

"Why are you so interested?"

Why were you so interested? It was because of the game, right? Your only concern now was the fact that Ellie didn't answer your initial question, so you had to dig to the bottom of this topic. That sudden sting on your stomach when thinking about Ellie pining over Dana was just the prospect of your close friend having a crush on your coworker and not telling you. Absolutely.

It probably had nothing to do with the way you were weirdly infatuated by Ellie tonight, with her hair on a bun and a halfway buttoned up flannel - with nothing but a top underneath it. Or how she seemed to glow under the warm light of her room and her presence brought the biggest comfort you've ever felt in weeks. Or how her lips seemed so attractive right now, calling for your sight when she nervously bit the bottom one. Little scars were splared around her face amongst the freckles, gifts from a bunch of branches that accidentally crashed into her face once, during a patrol.

"Because… I'm your friend and I would like to know when you're interested in someone. I mean, we tell this type of stuff to each other, right?"

Not all the stuff, Ellie thought.

"Yeah, I guess. Well, you actually have never told me something like that"

"That, my beloved, is because I have nothing to tell. You know it, I'm not interested in anybody as for now"

"Or for any other time on this town"

"Ouch!" You chuckled, lightly punching her shoulder. "You're not getting away from this topic. I'll name every woman our age and you'll tell me when it's the one"

The auburn haired girl tried very hard not to express any compromising expressions, especially after the list ended and you didn't say your own name.

You couldn't think of any other person that fit into the category, and that was odd. Because if there was someone, then it should be one of those.

"Oh, you're lying!"

"I'm not!"

"You just said 'no' to every single name"

"That's the reality of the situation"

"But there is someone?!"

"You said that, not me", she shrugged.

"Alright", you seemed resigned, looking away from her green eyes. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine"

A sting got it right into Ellie's chest. She liked you too much to let you be this way, but at the same time she didn't want to tell you. The amount of terrible things that could happen; losing you and your friendship was at the top of this list, and it was bad enough.

"It's not it, I swear", Ellie collected all the strength to softly hold your face; now she was doing it as your friend who didn't want to see you sad. She turned it so you could face her, stare at her eyes full of vivid green. "I swear, you didn't say the name"

"Okay", you sigh, trying to understand what was that feeling on your stomach that grew while her fingers still supported your chin.

"Now… Wanna watch another movie?" Her thumb caressed your face with tenderness, inside she hoped this made you less uneasy.

"Yeah", it got cold when she retracted her hands to reach for the DVD options you both picked for tonight. "You can chose it now"

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

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[itsmealaiah]

PLEASE I NEED A SUBMISSIVE BILL WHERE HE LITERALLY NEEDS US SO BAD AND WE HAVE TO HELP HIM. LIKE CAN YOU MAKE IT FROM ANGST TO SMUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. 🙏 I NEED IT SO BAD IM LITERALLY GOING RABID I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK.

honestly same 😔

Can you take care of me love?

thank you for the request bb 🫶🫶 love you

tags/ warnings: sub! bill, bill being bratty, riding, p in v, head, dom! reader, cursing, dacryphilia, slight screaming, begging.

pairing: 2010 bill x f reader

MDNI ⚠️

contents: angst + smut

Your POV:

Bill was a complete and utter mess. He had just come back from touring with his band and he was a disaster. His hair was disheveled, his makeup was smeared, and he had a general air of dissatisfaction about him. He slammed the door to his tour bus shut, stomped up the steps, and flung himself across the bed in his room. He let out a frustrated groan, kicking his feet in the air and grinding his hips into the mattress. y/n, his best friend and personal assistant, sighed wearily as I heard the commotion coming from Bill's room. I knew what was coming next.

"Bill!" she yelled, knocking on his door. "You need to calm down and clean yourself up! We've got a photo shoot tomorrow, remember?" There was no response from within the room, so I took it as a sign to barge in. "Bill?" I called, poking my head into the room. "Bill, you better not be ignoring me!"

The twenty-year-old singer rolled over onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows and scowling at her. "Oh, hi ya know, just chillin' over here," he drawled sarcastically. "What do you want, huh?" His voice was laced with annoyance, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I want you to get your act together, for starters!" I retorted, stomping over to the bed and sitting down next to him. "You're my best friend, Bill, and I love you, but you're being such a brat right now. You need to clean up and get some rest, or you're going to be a mess for the photo shoot tomorrow." He let out a dramatic sigh, but didn't protest as I pulled him into a tight hug. "Come on, you can't keep acting like this. You know you're better than that."

Bill relaxed a little in my embrace, his muscles slowly uncoiling. "Fine," he mumbled into my shoulder. "But you owe me."

I smiled softly and kissed the top of his head. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Now, let's get you cleaned up." I helped him sit up and then reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it off his body. His toned, sweaty chest was exposed to the cool air, and I couldn't help but admire the way his defined abs led down to his waistband.

As I worked on getting him undressed, Bill leaned back against the pillows, watching me with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "So, what exactly do you have in mind for taking care of me?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Are you going to give me a massage or something?"

I grinned cheekily in response. "Maybe later," I teased. "For now, how about I give you a bath? You could use the relaxation, and I think it would do you some good." Bill hesitated for a moment, looking uncertain, but then finally nodded. "Okay," he agreed, "that sounds nice."

I helped him climb out of bed and then led him over to the bathroom. I filled the tub with warm, soothing water and added some lavender bath salts, hoping it would help calm him down. Once everything was ready, I helped Bill step into the tub and then sat down on the edge beside him, taking his wet, dirty hand in mine. "See, this is what I mean," I told him softly. "You just need a little relaxation."

He looked down at our hands, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah," he murmured, "I guess you're right." As I began to gently wash his body with a washcloth, he let out a contented sigh, leaning back against the tub. His shoulders relaxed, and the tension seemed to drain from his muscles. I took my time, washing every inch of his skin, making sure to pay special attention to his neck and behind his ears.

"How's that?" I asked, rinsing the cloth in the water. "Better?"

"Mmm, yeah," Bill murmured, leaning his head back against my hand. "That feels good." He looked up at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks y/n."

I smiled back down at him, my heart fluttering in my chest. There was something so intimate about this moment, so close and personal. It felt…right. As if we were two halves of the same person, somehow perfectly in sync. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his damp, smooth skin as I kissed his shoulder. "You're welcome, Bill."

He let out a shuddering breath, his eyes drifting closed. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "

I could really get used to this." His words sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but press closer, my lips trailing lower on his shoulder, teasing the skin beneath. His body responded to my touch, growing more and more aroused with each passing moment.

"Well," I breathed, "you're in luck, because I think I could get used to this too." I moved my hand to cup his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of his muscles beneath my palm. "I mean, if you want me to…" I trailed off, my voice growing hoarse with desire.

Bill opened his eyes, looking at me with a mixture of lust and affection. "I'd like that very much," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me closer still.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to his neck, feeling his pulse race beneath my mouth. His skin was so smooth and soft, and I couldn't resist the urge to explore it with my tongue. I traced his collarbone with my tongue, teasing him, as my other hand moved lower, cupping his erection through his wet swim trunks.

He let out a moan, arching his back into my touch. "Oh fuck, y/n," he groaned. "That feels so good." His hips bucked against my hand, and I could feel the length of him growing harder, straining against me. I couldn't wait any longer.

I helped him out of the tub, guiding him over to the bed where I had laid out a towel earlier. I dried him off with care, paying extra attention to the parts of him that seemed most sensitive. As I dried his lower half, I bent down, kissing and licking my way up his thigh, teasing him with every touch. When I finally reached his hard length, I took him in my hand, stroking him gently as I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched as he fought for control.

"You're so beautiful, Bill," I whispered, leaning in to kiss the tip of him. "I want you so much." I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deeper into my mouth, sucking gently as I began to bob my head. He let out a groan, his hands tangling in my hair as he thrust helplessly into my mouth. I moaned around him, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him growing hot and slick in my mouth.

I knew he was close, and I wanted to feel him come undone. I picked up the pace, sucking harder and moving my hand in time with my mouth, stroking him faster and faster. His hips bucked wildly, and he cried out my name as he came, his seed spilling down my throat. I swallowed every drop, savoring the salty flavor as it filled my mouth.

As he caught his breath, I leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting myself on him. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he ran a hand through my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice still ragged from the intensity of his orgasm. "I didn't think anything could feel that good."

I smiled against his skin, feeling a thrill of pride and affection course through me. "Well, I'm glad I could be of service," I whispered, kissing his chest again. His skin was still warm from the bath, and it felt so good against mine. I shifted slightly, straddling him as I trailed my fingers down his abdomen, teasing the hair that had started to darken below his navel.

His hands found their way to my hips again, guiding me lower, urging me to press against him. I obliged, feeling the hard length of his cock pressed against my center. I was still wet from our previous encounter, and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me again. I reached down between us, guiding him to where I wanted him.

He groaned, thrusting forward as he felt the heat of my body surround him. "God, y/n," he breathed, his voice ragged with desire. I arched my back, meeting his thrust with my own, feeling him fill me completely. He held me close, one hand cupping my breast as the other threaded through my wet hair, holding me still as he took me with long, slow strokes.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us and the rhythm of our bodies moving together. His skin was hot against mine, and I could feel the strength and power of him as he held me close. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my nails into his shoulders as the pleasure built inside me, higher and higher.

He groaned, his thrusts growing deeper as he felt the tightness of my orgasm approaching. "God, y/n," he muttered, his hips moving faster, his breath hot against my neck. "You feel so good." His fingers dug into my hips, urging me to meet his movements with my own. I arched my back, crying out his name as I came, my body shuddering around him.

His thrusts grew even more forceful as he felt my release, and I could feel the pressure building inside him again. "Fuck, I'm close," he gasped, his hips bucking wildly as he came, his seed spilling deep inside me. He held me tight, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm, and I could feel the way he was still hard, even as he emptied himself into me.

I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking him gently as he recovered from his orgasm. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his skin flushed from exertion and pleasure. "I love how you feel inside me," I whispered, kissing his neck. "So big, and hard…I never want this to end."

He let out a low groan, his hips still moving slightly against mine. "Me too," he murmured, nuzzling my neck. "I could stay like this forever." His hand trailed down my side, tracing lazy circles around my hip.

I shifted my weight slightly, grinding against him as I felt him begin to harden again. His breath hitched, and his hips jerked forward, pushing deeper inside me. "You're insatiable," he breathed, his voice husky with desire. "I'm going to have to fuck you again before we can even think about stopping."

a/n: hope you enjoyed ❤️ ❤️

requests are open!

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[tpwkwriter]

can i please request Y/n straddling harry (nothing sexual or anything) and she gets her period so she stains harry’s boxers and y/n starts to freak out and getting all embarrassed but harry being the caring and loving boyfriend he is doesn’t think much of it and helps y/n and all by like running her a bath or something and him just being the sweetest gentleman thank u. (also i love ur writing 🌷)

Don’t fret.

First off, thank you for sending in a request! 🌷 and your v kind words 😚

Warnings- cussing, mentions or blood/periods, cussing and Harry being an absolutely darling.

Hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it!! 💟

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Y/n had been feeling rubbish all week, from her achy abdomen to her heavy head. She just felt all out rubbish.

She wasn’t due her period another week so she reckoned it was just tiredness, work had been a pain recently.

She had got into bed alone that night, she felt terrible not waiting for H to come home but her body needed the rest

Of course Harry didn’t mind, seeing his girl wrapped up in a duvet and his hoodie underneath there shared bed, made him more the happier to be home.

Harry’s eyes fluttered open adjusting to the sun that peeled through the windows

The girls right leg draped over just below his waist.

He was so tired that he resorted to sleeping in his white Calvin kleins.

He rubbed his palm up and down the girls exposed leg, and used his free hand to reach out for his phone on the bedside.

In his attempt, the duvet moved down the both of them revealing a spot of blood on the white sheets.

Blood? Harry wasn’t disgusted or freaked out by blood, it’s just he had no idea where it had come from.

He gently peeled the duvet down.

His questions had been answered.

“Love” he gently whispered into her hair.

“Mm” she gently stirs.

“Want me to run you a bath?” He asks, finger stroking her hair softly.

“Huh” she hummed, sleepily sitting up and rubbing eyes

She immediately feels a rush in her abdomen.

“Fuck” she huffed.

She also peeled the duvet off her body, seeing the blood stained pyjamas.

“Oh my actual god” she said eyes widening.

“Love-“ he started.

“This is so Bad, H im so sorry” she said covering her mouth.

“Y/n-“ he started.

“Oh my god, your boxers” she said face completely flushing.

He peered down, his boxers revealed a small red blood stain on.

“Harry im so sorry, this is probably so disgusting im-“

“Hey” he interrupted.

“Y’know love, there’s something we’ve got something called a washing machine” he smiles

“Y’send the clothes in there and they come out clean” he says pressing a kiss to her temple.

“M’run you a bath, and than I’ll grab us lunch alright?”

“Fine” she huffed, using her hands to cover her face really wondering why out of all the days, it happens when she’s staying at Harry’s.

He ran her a bath of her favourite salts, one of her lavender bath-bombs, and added her comfort candles.

He took the dirty garments and sheets and threw them in the machine to forget about for a while.

He made the bed with fresh sheets, laid out her fluffy Pyjamas on the bed.

“There should be products under the sink for you darlin” he called by the door.

“Thank you baby” she said quietly still not over this whole thing.

His actioned eased y/n and her achy mind, he was a true gentlemen.

Now comfortable and in fresh pyjamas and feeling cleaner and fresher.

“Thank you for all this H” she said kissing his cheek and joining next to him on there now clean bed.

“Not at all, s’my Job to look after you” he said putting a finger under her chin and kissing her lips finally.

“Thank you for not being grosses out by it, some men are dicks about it”

“Hey, it’s normal and natural nothing I haven’t seen before, plus m’mum and sister taught me pretty well about this stuff” he said proudly.

“I literally leaked on you” she pouted.

“Baby, seriously not that big of a deal, it’s normal”

“Oh i love you” she said wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hiding her head in his neck.

“Mm’ I love you too”

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[3hrtn]

Desperate for more Anton x reader smut…

OUUU OKAYYY!!! like I said in my last post...I'm still learning how to write smut so if it's bad pls tell me what I can do to fix it!!

Minors dni

Pairing: boyfriend!anton x tired!reader

⚠️warnings⚠️: fingering(f.recieving), oral(f.recieving), reader gets called baby and princess

Today kicked your ass. It was like EVERYTHING went wrong. You woke up....you fell in the shower. You went to get morning coffee...you got stuck in line and ran later for class. You had a presentation today and stuttered the whole way through. All you want to do right now is go home and snuggle with your boyfriend. (ALSO UNPOPULAR OPINION: snuggling>>>>cuddling) As you get in your car you see a text from your amazing boyfriend.

Ant💍🤭: Hey love, I miss you so much. Are you on your way home yet?

Y/n: yeah I just got in the car I can't wait to see you! 💖

You start the car and drive home

(time skip to when you're home)

You unlock the door and literally as soon as you do anton envelopes you in a warm hug. "I missed you so much baby!!" He says as he guides you to the couch. "Missed you too." You whisper as you watch him grab you some water. "How was your day?" You just stare for a second as he asks. You two tell each other everything. He seemed so happy but you didn't want to ruin the mood. "It was good." you say forcing a smile. Anton's smile drops and he walks over to you and passes you the water. "Y/n, what's wrong. I can tell when you're lying." He was right. He probably knew you better than you even knew yourself! "It's just...I had a really bad day. I was late to school and I fucked up my presentation. I feel like a failure." You frown and put your head down. Anton uses his hand and puts your chin up "you're not a failure love, it was just one presentation no need to worry." He places a kiss on your lips. He couldn't help it! You look so beautiful right now.

"I love you." You say as you passionately kiss him. You wish oxygen wasn't a necessity or else you two would've been like this all night. Anton moves down and kisses your neck as he plays with one of your boobs. You moan as he lightly pinches your nipple and plays with it in his hand. After leaving multiple marks on your neck, he finally puts one of your boobs in his mouth as he plays with the other one. "I love you so much baby" Anton says. You can feel a wet spot forming your panties as he continues playing with your boobs. Anton moves down your body kissing your tummy.

He gets between your legs and kisses your pretty thighs getting extremely close to your pussy. He uses his thumb to play with you through your panties a bit. You whimper at the touch. He takes off your panties and dives straight in. He licked a thick stripe up your pussy and nibbled at your clit. "Oh my God baby I love this pussy so much" he says while in your pussy. He stick two of his fingers inside you as he continues to eat you out. You moan out at the sudden thickness inside you. He pumps his fingers in and out of you. " I'm close baby!" You yell. "cum on my tongue princess." You do as he says and he gets up to hug you.

"you did so amazing love." He says as he helps you catch your breath. He runs you a hot bubble bath and lays you out some pajamas and y'all go to bed.💖💖💖

SORRY IF THIS WAS KINDA BAD TOO!!! LIKE I SAID IM STILL KINDA LEARING HOW TO WRITE SMUT SO😭😭 LMK WHAT YALL WANNA SEE NEXT THO MY REQUESTS ARE OPENNNNN<333

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[echothefandomeater]

Lean On Your Team

Paring: Agent Galahad Jr x GN!Reader x Agent Whiskey

Genre/Warning: Talks of blood, injury on the shoulder and passing out in the shower. Eggsy and Whiskey argue (but what's new there.) The reader is also a kingsman agent so it’s suggested that they’re British.

Words: 908

Summary: Hiding an injury from two Agents argue a lot and who care a lot about you is easy until you pass out in the bath and they have to help you.

A/N: Does this make sense? Probably not since I wrote this from my late night writing inspiration. Apologies if Eggsy and Whiskey seem out of character, this is the first time I’ve written them properly. I’ve been having massive Kingsman brain rot so if you like this piece feel free to send any other requests for Kingsman characters (literally any of them from the first two movies.)

The bickering between them was starting to get on your nerves. 

“If you would have been careful with your shot-“ Eggsy cut Whiskey off. 

“Well if you hadn’t tried to tie him up as I was shooting-” this time, you cut them off.

“Can you both just shut the fuck up?!” Both of the men looked taken back at your sudden outburst “You have been arguing ever since we left and in case you couldn’t tell, all three of us are tired! So please I would like to get to the safehouse without developing a headache.”

This seemed to shut both agents up and the silence felt like heaven to your ears.

You all continued walking. You looked down at your shoulder and lifted your suit jacket lightly. You held back a grimace at the blood not wanting to worry the already injured Whiskey and Eggsy about your injury, you would just clean it up when you got to your own room.

—-

Finally you all arrived, in true southern fashion Whiskey took off his shoes before entering the safe house and collapsing on the couch, Eggsy followed suit and looked like he was about to fall asleep right there. You on the other hand began making your way up the stairs to your temporary room. You couldn’t wait to get these disgusting clothes off and put on fresh ones.

You shut the door and went into the bathroom turning on the shower, even just the steam building up from the hot shower made you sigh in relief. You carefully dragged the clothes off your body, occasionally your clothes would stick to the wound making you hiss from the pain.

Eventually you got into the shower and it felt like such a relief, such a relief that you started getting sleepy, you tried to catch yourself before you fell asleep but the last thing you remember seeing was the ceiling.

—---

The crash heard from the bathroom had both agents up and off the couch with weapons ready. Eggsy nodded silently towards the stairs and Whiskey nodded back.

Slowly with Eggsy leading they made their way up the stairs with minimum creaking from the stairs. They made their way towards your room hearing the sound of the shower, they pushed the door open and Eggsy called out your name, when no response came he made his way to the bathroom. 

He stopped nervously, his hand hovered over the door handle, scared what he would find behind the door. Images of you lying there dead because someone was here and they didn’t check flashed through his head. He was terrified to lose you after what happened to Roxie albeit his feelings were less platonic but he still couldn’t stand it, he never wanted to lose anyone like that again.

Whiskey watched him and could see the nerves on his face, he could admit he was having the same feelings of fear but he couldn’t stand by so he pushed Eggsy out the way. He pushed the door open.

The sight of you bleeding passed out in the shower made both their hearts jump. 

—--

Next time you woke up it was in the bed. You opened your eyes slowly and squinted at the low light of the room. What caught your attention though was both Eggsy and Jack watching you from the bottom of bed, no suit jackets or ties and sleeves rolled up, Jack didn’t even have his hat on. 

They were both frowning, Eggsy had his hands in his pockets and Whiskey had his crossed across his chest. You spoke and it came out very dry. “Don’t tell me you two have been arguing again” neither of them responded.

Jack left the room muttering something about water to Eggsy and he nodded. Once Jack had left Eggsy approached you “when were you planning on telling us you got stabbed?” He spoke to you like he did to Galahad Sr when he was reckless and it made you scowl. Still you made no eye contact with him.

“Agent Percival” The use of your codename made your eyes automatically snap up to his, the look he gave you made it clear he wasn’t giving up so easily.

You huffed “I was going to deal with it myself but I didn’t exactly plan on passing out in the shower.” His eyes narrowed.

“You seem to have forgotten the most vital part of your training, Percival” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion “teamwork.” You rolled your eyes at how cheesy it sounded when he said it.

Jack came back into the room with a glass of water and a pack of painkillers, he handed them to you. “He’s right, it's something they nail into our heads at Statesman, there's a reason multiple Agents are assigned to cases” once again you rolled your eyes before finally speaking up. 

“Okay I get it! You don’t need to treat me like a child just because I’m less experienced than you both” You snapped at them before taking two painkillers out the packet and taking them with the water you were given.

Finally Eggsy sighed “Just next time…” you prepared yourself for another lecture but he trailed off like he was unsure what to say.

“Ask for our help when you need to” Jack finished for him. Your pissed off attitude retreated slightly seeing both their faces soften an inch.

“Yea I will… I’ll make sure I do”

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[luimagines]

That Dragon Au Part 7

I had forgotten how slow going this story is. ^.^*

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Chapter 7: Breakfast Time

Enno woke up and took a deep breath. They stretched and felt like they were actually well rested for a change. And then they noticed Warrior was not in the bed.

They instantly tensed up and looked around, not seeing him anywhere. They put down Wind gently and got out of bed looking to see if there was a note or something.

"Over here, Love." Warrior calls out to them softly. He was sitting at his desk. It no longer looks like chaos and he appeared to be working on something.

Enno nearly jumped out of their skin, "God- my heart." 

They put their hand on their chest to calm their heart. They headed over to him and gave him a kiss. 

Warrior smiles into the kiss and pulls back. "Sorry, I should have warned you that I tend to wake up early anyway."

"You don't stop, do you?" They sighed, holding their head on top of his. Enno grunted slightly and huff, keeping their voice quiet for the boy still sleeping in the bed. "I forgot to do something yesterday and couldn't do it while Wind was between us."

"What did you forget to do, Love?" Warrior asked softly, careful to still not wake up Wind.

Enno looked down and noticed that he was drawing something, something that looked awfully familiar now that they thought about it. Enno started playing with his hair, trying to do the same thing that they did yesterday while they were experimenting with the whole claiming thing that dragons do. 

"Nothing really, just something I should have done right away." They nuzzled their face in his hair before turning to his paper. "What-cha drawing? Me and Wind?"

Warrior was calming from their touch before he perked up and flopped over the desk. "I ummm.... yeah..."

He pulls back and shows them with a clearer view to the paper underneath his arms. He seemed to be drawing a fairly realistic charcoal picture of them and Wind asleep next to each other in the bed. "I finished the work that I had to leave behind... so I... started this."

Enno continued to put their scent on him. “You’re really good. Better at realism than I am. Can you put that with your horde when you're done? I want to keep it.” They slowly bring him back up from hiding it. “If you don’t, it's going to be my treasure now.”

They give him a kiss on the temple.

Warrior take a breath. "You can have it. I don't typically keep my drawings. And before you ask, it's a habit. My desk isn't usually that messy. I try to keep myself away from paper as much as I can....being a fire dragon and all."

“Thank you.” They give him a few more kisses. “Shall I wake up Wind? We have to tell him the plans today.” They whispered. “He is going to be so excited. You better win him that prize from the game.”

Warrior turns in his chair, watching them adoringly. "Do you want to use the bath first? I can wake Wind up and we can all have breakfast."

They still had their arms around him. “I would love one, but I don’t have anything to wear. And at this point I should just move my stuff into here.” They twirl their finger around his hair again. “But I would love to have a family breakfast.”

Warrior purrs, his eyes closing in content. He smirks a bit. "You can always just wear my clothes. You happen to look stunning in them."

Enno baps his head lightly. “Fine but remember your things are bigger on me.” They rolled their eyes as they made their way to the dresser. It took a few tries but at least they remembered where his horde was. 

“Ah.” They picked out a red tunic. They debated on the pants but the tunic was longer than the one they wore yesterday so it would be literally a dress on them. 

“I’m taking this one!” They closed the drawer, grabbing the headband they left on the top and went into the bath. They put it all on the counter in the bathroom after shutting the door.

Warrior leaned back his chair, crossing his legs with his ankle over his knee, watching them go.

After they closed the door he smirks fully and stands, making his way to the bed. He shakes Wind's shoulder. "Wake up pirate, we're going to go on an adventure today."

Wind hums and blearily opens his eyes. "Huh?"

"You're going to get that prize." Warrior winks. "Up. We don't have much long until Enno gets out of the bath."

Enno laid down, relaxing in the bath once it was filled. They were still sore and felt grimy. There was a faint feeling of pain on their back from yesterday. They start humming, taking their time for once.

Pain shoots up their spine when they tried to lift their arms up. “Ow ow ow ow ow, ok, that’s not happening.” They hissed as they felt a pulled muscle by their upper back. It was going to take them a longer time than they thought to actually bathe.

Warrior and Wind dash out of the room, heading to the guest room where their stuff was. They grab as much as Enno’s things as they can and run back. Not wanting to actually be suspicious, they simply place it on the bed.

Warrior stretches his arms over his head, a satisfying pop being heard from his shoulders. "Ok Wind. Your turn. You gotta get ready for today too. At least change your clothes."

Wind and Warrior go about their morning routines. Warrior managed to sneak some of Wind's stuff into the room as well while he was distracted.

He wasn't sure if he should also take a bath or wait until nightfall but he wants to wait for Enno.

Enno finished and got out slowly. Giving themselves a small pat down so as to not make their back worse. Putting on the new set of clothing, they made an attempt to dress down the hairband by braiding their hair here or there. They have trouble deciding if it looks good or not. They huffed when it didn’t work, but it was the best they could do.

Warrior is dressed casually when they finally get out. His smile widens and he lets out an appreciative whistle. "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning."

He chuckles, getting to his feet and adjusting the head band on their head. He untangled a bit of their hair and tucks it into some other parts where they would be tighter and fit better.

"Better?"

Enno looked in the mirror. Somehow he had made it look like the headband was actually a ribbon that had been intertwined with their hair. He dressed it down perfectly.

Enno blushed and looked away but then noticed their stuff on the bed. “Wait- when did you two… why?”

They turned back to Warrior, confused, before realizing why and turned red again. “You know now I have to unload things here.”

Warrior shrugs. "Fine by me."

"This way you don't have to go and get your things. They’re already here!" Wind cheers, sitting on the bed. "I got some of mine too so we have to figure out a place to put everything but it shouldn't be too hard."

Warrior waves him off. "If there's no space then I get another dresser or something."

Enno had to take a moment to take a breath. They couldn’t help but soften at the gesture. “You two are going to be the death of me I swear.” 

Enno gives both of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek / forehead separately. “I love you both so much but I thought we were going to have breakfast together?”

"Yes!" Wind cheers, vaulting off of the bed and toward the door. "Let's go eat!"

Warrior bows dramatically, offering his elbow. "Shall we?"

“Of course.” They take his arm and we follow Wind out. They felt a little self conscious about leaving the room because it's been a safe haven from Cia this whole time. But it wasn’t a good look if they simply went in and never came back out again. They took Wind in their other hand so he wouldn't go too far ahead.

Warrior hums as he purrs by their side. "Zelda is pretty good at keeping the dining hall scarce of arguments so we should be ok to go eat together. If it gets interrupted, we can get something while we're out on the town "

“That’s… good at least.” Enno thinks about it. They’re not inclined to agree but it’s better than nothing. 

“People are still staring.” They whisper as more maids pass. They seem surprised by their look. That or they are just staring at Warriors. They put their head on his shoulder trying to ignore the stares. “I guess I did turn into a dragon the other day.”

"True." Warrior swings their hand a bit, leaning his head against their own. "I also tend to get a few stares just by walking. Dragons are few and far in-between. There are only five who actually live in the capital, Zelda and myself included. So more or new dragons are quite the sight to see."

They hummed. "I think the stares for you are for another reason. The most eligible bachelor got hitched." 

Enno nudged him teasingly, having a sinking feeling this is something they weren’t going to let go anytime soon. At least they weren't so stressed about heading to eat. They were still worried about Cia but not as much to dampen their mood.

Warrior grins, adopting a little pep in his step. "Well I wouldn't say we're married yet but you bring up a good point."

Wind laughs from the other side. "You certainly fell into the part pretty quickly. Why not seal the deal already? You clearly like each other."

"Wind!" They instantly shoved their face into Warrior's shoulder to hide a blush. "I assume this isn't something you just do on a whim. It's like a proposal right? Slightly planned out? It's not like I would rather one way or another. It seems like it's going to happen anyway. Ahhhhhh..." 

Warrior chuckles, kissing the top of their head. "There is a process. It might be fast to human standards but dragons also don’t leave much room for second guessing. However, it's only been a few days."

Warrior reached over and flicked Wind's head. "There's no rush either. So let's try to take some things one at a time. Such as making sure we all have fun today."

“Only been a few days… From what I heard you’ve been trying to court me for a while now, Sir.” Enno started to purr as they walked into the dining hall. “Do you think we can’t get Hyrule to do a small check up? I’m still worried about the thing I mentioned yesterday.”

Warrior blushes as he kicks a bit of the carpeted floor. "I meant after the claim has been made...."  He laughs nervously. "I uhh... I just wanted your attention at first... like I said, I never thought I'd actually have a relationship."

He smiles and grips their hand a bit tighter. "Yeah, we can ask Hyrule to check it out before we leave..... Are you feeling any better by the way? Still sore?"

"Had some weird phantom pains on my back while in the bath. I know I don't have the condition I had in my world. I'm just worried if there is something else wrong with me instead." They lift up his hand kissing it.

"Yuck." Wind pretends to gag, running a bit ahead to the dining hall door.

Warrior nods and tries to think about what it might be. He pulls their hand up to kiss it as well. "I don't suppose that it's merely stretched from the sudden addition of wings. I know that young dragons itch and are sore when their wings begin growing for the first time. Not all dragons are born with them already in their form, you see. So while it's not commonplace, it's not rare either."

"Getting it looked at isn't a bad idea though." Warrior opens the door for the both of them since Wind didn't hold it open. "Just in case."

"Those are two different ailments. I want to make sure I don't have a magical version of not being able to create energy." Enno stated as they walked in. Wind had already plopped himself down with some of the others waiting for them.

"Concerning." Warrior notes. "I'm sure Hyrule can help it. But I think you would be better off actually looking into a professional opinion."

"Enno!" Wind calls out. "Sit by me!"

"About time the two of you showed up." Legend says, putting his cheek against his fist. "We were wondering when the honeymoon was going to end."

"Legend, be nice. Cia was going crazy. We know that Warrior is the number one target." Four punches his shoulder.

"Actually Legend the Honeymoon is after the wedding. We were just having an engagement celebration." Enno said, sitting next to Wind. They made a mental note to ask Warrior where exactly a professional is. "How have you guys been? I feel like it's been years."

Sky smiles. "We've been alright. We've mostly avoided the drama."

"Is Pinky ok?" Hyrule leans forward. "I heard what happened but they said I wasn't needed."

"Meaning they wouldn't let him in." Legend chimes in. "Heard through the grapevine that you both got hit too. You ok?"

“Well… turns out I’m now a dragon. But also the… uh… human? Part? Of the half form is how I looked back in my world. So that's fun.” They tried to be as casual as possible as some maids put our food down. “I still don’t know how you got hit, Captain.”

"Cia threw a fit and some magic. I did my job." Warrior explains simply.

Legend hisses in sympathy and empathetic pain. He goes to subconsciously scratch his shoulder. "Aimed at Enno?"

"Yup."

"I heard it hurt your wing." Hyrule mutters

"It did."

"It was pretty bad." Wind speaks up. "I don't think he's going to be able to fly for a while."

All the boys grimaced and stared in front of them. Clearly there's some significance there.

Enno looked at their faces and just whistled. Enno picks up their fork to start eating. “Aaaannnyyyway. What do you guys have planned today?”

Four perks up. “Oh! There was a blacksmith that was letting me use his shop yesterday. I was going to continue working on our weapons and armors before we leave. It’s been awhile since I got to fix everyone’s stuff.”

Legend smirks and gabs a thumb in Hyrules direction. "He's going to try and sneak into the medical bay and I'm going to watch."

"Legend please.... I just want to learn some more things before we go."

"I was just going to be in the library all day." Sky starts eating his food. "Do you have any plans?"

Enno grew more interested in their food suddenly as the realization hit them. “Well… We are going out into town.” They give Warriors a small nudge. “A ‘family’ day is what we are calling it.”

“There’s a game in the town square! Warrior is going to win it for me!” Wind cheers

"You bet I am." Warrior grins, nudging Enno’s foot from under the table. "It's just a bit of fun for today. I think we deserve it."

Time didn’t take too long to get to the dining hall. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure why he was surprised that other people were still around eating breakfast. 

Enno looked up and waved Time over. “You look better.”

“You seem different.” He shoots back. “I heard what happened. Glad to see everyone is ok.” Before the Old Man sits on the other side of Warrior, he chanced a glance at Wind. “Sorry if I scared you yesterday Sailor.”

"Is Pinky ok?" Wind asks instead.

"And has anyone seen Wild and the Rancher. " Legend adds on. "I haven't seen them since yesterday."

“She’s… Recovering. It’s going to take around a month or so to actually fully heal. Her back took the most damage. ” Time states trying to remember everything the nurses said. “Pup and Cub decided to go out early since we ordered some clothing for Pinky yesterday.”

“Are there visiting hours to the med bay?” Enno asked, “I should probably tell her that I’ve been turned.”

“Oh she already knows, she said to tell you that you ditched her, and left her alone in the human corner.” He said with a deadpan look, then looked at Warrior. “Captain, did Impa tell you about my offer? I was thinking about bringing some of it back or at least marking the location off so you guys can find it later.”

"I would assume that there are visiting hours but you should have no problem.." Time runs his hand through his hair as he continues. "They let me in pretty easily."

"Well, that's because you're her dragon. She's your human." Sky points a fork in Time's direction. "You get priority access."

Warrior cuts over that as he also addresses Time and his words. "I've heard of it. While I appreciate the offer, I'm not currently able to go and get it myself so as it stands, it's still fairly up for grabs unless someone goes and gets it."

"Don't forget we only have three more days here." Legend says in between bites. "Hyrule and I have been keeping track of how long we stay in one world before we move to another. Anything that needs to get done better should be finished as soon as possible."

Enno didn’t want to feel relieved that the group only had three more days but it flowed through their entire being. They tried not to make it visible though. “We should also have a game plan when we get Pinky on the road. If she is only fully healed in a month, I can only assume she can’t really do much.”

Time on the other hand understands Warrior’s words as he should go and get the treasure. He still has his magic pouch from his adventures he doesn’t really use as much. He should see how much exactly he can fit inside and bring back. “I only have a few more errands to run before I’m set to go. I intend to get it all done today so I can spend the rest of our time with Pinky.”

Legend and Sky grin to themselves at Times words but say nothing.

Wind is borderline vibrating in his seat. "I'm so excited! When can we go!?"

"Hold on Wind, we still have to finish eating." Warrior chuckles, playfully nudging Enno’s foot with his own once more. "Take care, Time. Don't take too long. You've got somebody who needs you."

Enno pokes back with their foot, unsure of what he is doing. They finished up their meal in relative peace, simply listening to the others talk at this point.

“I know. It won't take me that much time.” Time states with confidence. “You three be safe and have fun in the town.”

Warrior pokes back, his face not betraying anything. "We'll try our best. Don't get into any more trouble."

"Easier said than done." Hyrule laments. "We only have a few days left so we might as well get the best out of them. When are Wild and Twi coming back again?"

“If anything, I’m expecting it at this point.” Enno puts their utensils down and leans on Warriors. “I’m hopeful though.”

Time’s face softens a bit. He really wished that his day with Pinky was a bit better. He puts a thought in his head to have a redo day with you later in another era. “Soon, I was going to meet with them at the clothing shop.” He looked at the time, and stood up taking the apple on his plate with him. “Which I have to go to now.”

Warrior doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around Enno’s shoulders, finishing his plate. "Don't destroy the shop."

Wind giggles and cleans his plate before borderline jumping out of his chair. "Ok ok, can we go now?"

Warrior looks at them lovingly. "Good to go?"

Time rolls his eyes on his way out. “I’ll try not to.” He says quicking his pace. Maybe he shouldn’t go to the treasure today. He would have to see when he gets to the shop and unload the clothing back at the castle. He was going straight to the shop. No detours.

“Mhm.” Enno was a little tired but it was fine to go out. They get up from their chair, waving goodbye to the others. “Have a good day guys.” 

Warrior hums and rubs their arm, waving to the others as well as he leads them away. "Are you feeling ok, sweetheart? Your magic is low."

They didn’t know how to explain it, “I feel low… Like how my other condition was like.” They whispered so Wind didn’t hear it. “Don’t worry too much. Let’s just have a good day out. You said you wanted to show me our home?”

Warrior nods and drops his arm to hold their hand. "Alright. But let me know if you feel any worse. There's a potion seller in the middle of the city, so we can simply go in and get one to help you replenish what's been lost."

"Can you two stop flirting?" Wind groans. "Come on! Let's go play!"

Feeling warm inside but also a bit woozy and shaky, Enno sighs and follows the boy. “I think it might be a good idea to still get something and we will, Wind. Show us the way.”

Warrior nods and squeezes their hand for a moment before he pulls them closer, wrapping his arm around their waist. Wind cheers and takes off running in the direction of the game from the day before. 

"I'll get a few then and see if that helps you feel better." Warrior pokes his nose against their head. "I'd hate to see you get sick so soon."

Enno doesn't reply back. They were already feeling sick. They were able to make it to the game stall though. They sat down nearby and gulped. They were feeling shaky and dizzy, besides they didn’t know how to play. “I think I’ll let you guys play.”

Warrior frowns. "Alright, Wind. How do we play?"

"You have to take the hammer and hit this button. It sends the puck upwards and the higher it goes, the better the prize. You get a huge one if you can ring the bell." Wind jumps in place.

Warrior takes one look at the toy and his stomach turns from the unease.

"I'll tell you what. Can you go down the street to a small shop that has flowers in the front? It should have yellow windows with green letters." Warrior passes Wind some rupees. "Go inside and order some magic potions, ok? And I'll ring the bell."

Enno started to feel tired as soon as they sat down. This was definitely low blood sugar, but it should be fine. They ate. Looking back up, they only saw Warriors playing the game. They got confused. Where did Wind go?

Warrior watches Wind run off before he grabs the biggest hammer and swings it onto the platform. He reaches 3/4s of the way and smiles.

He takes his prize and pays again. This time he actually puts his strength into it.

The bell rings.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x oc #lu warrior #technically #others are mentioned

[luv-gin]

How would Minato react to his fem!partner preparing a spa day for him after work as headcanons? Something like food ready to eat, a bath with some good soap/bubbles/candles, his favorite book or tv show playing, a massage afterward, and literally the cuddliest weighted blanket for bed?

[I did this last weekend for my own partner and dude straight up turned into a human puddle. It was not easy dragging his 6' puddle body around to the next room since I'm only 5' 😆]

cw. cute couples‼️

❥︎ working as the hokage was an extremely tiring job. i mean, taking care of the entire village was no simple ordeal and could cause a lot of (understandable) stress if not handled carefully and so you sympathised for your partner who’d come home late and exhausted. 

❥︎ minato was definitely surprised when you greeted him at the door with a kiss and a cheeky grin. you worked quickly on removing the outer layer of his clothing so that he only remained in his shirt and trousers.

❥︎ i see minato as the type to follow whatever his partner does first and then ask questions later so he’d comply with your actions, confused on what the rush is all about when he you finally arrive at the bathroom and he’s greeted with the sight of a bubble bath prepared and candle lit around the bathroom.

❥︎ you’d leave him in the washroom to enjoy his relaxing time without your interrupting and prepare so food for him after handing him to read his favourite book while he soaks his body in the warm water.

❥︎ minato is literally already so touched by this and all you really did was prepare him a bath and play some tunes in the back.

❥︎ after heating up the food, and taking out the things you prepared that were placed in the fridge to keep them cool, you’d knock on the door to ask him if he’s done and he’s reply with a “yeah” after draining the tub and cladding himself in a soft, fluffy towel.

❥︎ “follow me, my dear.” a soft chuckle escapes his lips as you take his hand in yours and lead him to your shared bedroom where you have prepared for him his clothes that consist of a new set of pyjamas. he’s definitely confused on why you’ve done all of this but is only quite used to going along with your randomness. you’d tell him to change before coming to the kitchen.

❥︎ once he’s there, he’s surprised by how much of his favourite is placed on the dining table and he starts to feel a bit of nervousness creep into him as he begins to believe that he might’ve forgotten your anniversary but he was so sure that it was in a couple of months.

❥︎ obviously you got a little worried with the silence and thought he disliked it but he was quick to notice your expression and so he pecked your cheek, pulling you in by the waist to thank you. a smile would settle on your face and you’d pat his chest and tell him to hurry now before the food gets cold.

❥︎ minato would make sure to not leave the table unless he’s finished most of the food as a way of thanks and would absolutely insist on helping you with the dishes (you’d obviously say no but man’s the hokage and he takes his dishes seriously so to avoid jail you let him wipe them dry and put them away).

❥︎ once the two of you were done, you brushed your teeth and then sat minato on the bed as you pulled out a tray carrying all of your skincare products.

❥︎ needless to say, minato practically clear skin except for the little stubble growing on his face due to his busy hours in the office.

❥︎ minato enjoyed doing skincare with you, he would often do it whenever he was free. it was great time to ask you how your day was and have meaningless conversations as you’d engage in some gossip. (being hokage also meant that he has a shit ton of information on everyone so you’d pry the details out of him whenever you felt bored)

❥︎ he especially enjoyed it whenever you had masks on your faces and you’d have to wait for them to take effect so you’d like back in bed, with your head resting against his left arm as he uses his right one as a pillow for himself. the comfortable silence you’d sit with soft music playing in the back never failed to make him feel so relaxed and content with his lover by his side.

❥︎ after washing off your faces and applying all the creams and toners, he’s ready to get into bed (which i don’t blame him, after a long time of stressing followed by relaxing activities i’d be out in a second) he’s surprised when you force him to sit in front of you with his back to you.

❥︎ by now, the question is definitely at the top of minatos tongue but it fades along with the knots on his back, neck and shoulders as you begin needed the tensed muscles that formed over the constant peering at papers and the signing of them. you worked your way down to his muscled arms and waist before repeating the massage once more. you could tell you were doing a good job by the way he’d sigh and groan and soon enough his eyes were fluttering open with much effort.

❥︎ an endearing smile would work it’s way on your face and you resist the urge to squeeze him but you softly tap him awake and he gives you a tired smile and a forehead kiss before offering you a massage despite his worn out state.

❥︎ obviously, you’d softly flick his forehead and pull his down with you before you plop on top of him with a content smile on your face.

❥︎ “was today my birthday?” he asks out of genuine curiosity, he wasn’t one to care about his own birthday so it wouldn’t be odd for him to forget all about it.

❥︎ you notice his eyes are closed and so you verbally answer him with a no and enjoy the little frown between his brows “i decided to give you a treat since you work so hard for us, mr hokage.”

❥︎ with that, he forces his eyes open and you can see the sincere gratefulness on his face as he pulls you closer to him and gives you a meaningful kiss.

❥︎ “thank you, my love.” he’d say and you feel yourself heat up slightly, it was nice to feel appreciated especially when he was a man that held so much power and so you made sure to pamper him the same way he still does despite carrying much pressure on his shoulders.

❥︎ “no need to thank me, honey.” you place a soft kiss on his nose and giggle as he scrunches it slightly.

❥︎ “goodnight, my dear.”

❥︎ “goodnight, sweetheart.” with that, minato sleeps soundly with his favourite blanket draped atop of him.

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Carry On

Chapter 7

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2262

Warnings: Pain, Angst, Nudity (But some pretty big stuff too!)

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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The week had been a challenging one. There was no other way to put it. Sure, there were some good things that had happened. For instance, Dean could now sit himself up in the bed, and was able to relieve himself without a catheter's assistance. That was a big step all by itself. But there was also the fact that every time they tried to stand him up, there was a shooting pain that went all the way from his back, down to his feet. 

The doctor had warned him about the nerve pain he might experience, and that there were several things that they were going to try to do to relieve the pain, but it didn’t make him feel any less helpless;  it didn’t make Y/N feel any better either. 

Both of them knew that this was a hurdle that he might just have to learn to deal with, because both of them knew that some of the damage was permanent. That didn’t change the fact that Y/N hated to see him in pain. 

His appetite was also still a struggle. Depression was a constant battle. Even with the little victories, every day seemed to bring a new challenge. Today’s challenge; was keeping Dean in the bed. Y/N had to stop him from trying to swing his legs over the side to try and stand up on his own. 

Once he’d figured out how to hold his back so that he could move without the pain being so extensive it would literally take his breath away; it was becoming a challenge to keep him still. What it really boiled down to, was the fact that Dean was damn tired of being in this room. 

“Dammit Dean!” Y/N yelled at him as she reentered the room that they had been in for the past few weeks to find Dean standing next to the bed, hunched slightly, and gripping the railing on the bed tight enough to break it. “I was gone less than five minutes! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

Dean gave her a dead panned look that just manifested the word ‘done’ so well that any other situation would have been hysterical. 

“I’m tired of being in this Goddamn bed, and I’m tired of taking a piss in a Goddamn bottle. I’m going to shuffle my way to that bathroom, and when I’m done, I’m going to figure out a way to take a proper shower, because I’m just fucking done.”

Y/N quickly put the snacks down that he had sent her to retrieve from the vending machine, and hurried over to brace him as he tried to shuffle a foot forward and grunted as the pain and effort it took to do so radiated through his still weakened state. 

“Dean, I don’t know if you can get your back wet, even if you could make it to the bathroom,” Y/N tried, but Dean just shook his head and took another shaky shuffle forward; it was only a few inches progress, but it was a lot further than he’d moved so far. 

Dean’s hand left the side of the bed where he was bracing himself and he reached to grab both of her arms, choosing to use her for balance. 

“They get it wet every time they give me a sponge bath,” Dean argued, “I just won’t get it soaked.”

Dean gave a heavy growl as he pushed his right foot forward, making a little further progress and forcing her to walk backward towards the bathroom door. 

Y/N’s heart was racing as Dean shoved his left foot forward to match his right. Sure, he wasn’t ‘walking’, but he was on his feet and moving, and if she wasn’t so afraid he’d fall flat on his ass if she lost concentration, she would have started to cry. 

Dean was a warrior, a warrior that had been knocked down and wounded. He might not have taken off at a run, hell he was barely shuffling his feet across the floor, moving an inch at a time, but he was up again. He had a determination to get up, and there was a fight in him she hadn’t seen since the night he closed the trunk on Baby, for what no one knew at the time would be his final hunt. 

“You’re getting there; Dean just a few more steps” Y/N encouraged breathlessly as he paused; his head lulling slightly onto her shoulder as he fought against the pain and the urge to just give up, a light layer of sweat spotting at his hairline. 

Slowly, ever so slowly the pair of them moved together until Dean’s hand reached out over her shoulder to grab hold of the door frame, finally reaching his destination. 

“Oh my God Dean, you did it!” Y/N said, her voice choked with emotion. 

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Dean answered, disbelief in his own voice as he shuffled forward a few more feet, and turned to sit himself down on the toilet. “Get the shower warming up for me sweetheart.”

Y/N turned to the small shower to her left in the tiny bathroom, and thanked whatever God was listening, that a little seat for patients to sit on was attached to the wall, along with a detachable shower head, apparently this was going to work after all. 

“Do you want me to give you a minute to use the bathroom?” Y/N questioned, and Dean chuckled darkly. 

“You’d be too late for that sweetheart. Sorry, I just ain’t in a standing mood right now.”

She turned to make a snide remark in his direction, but was struck dumb by his piercing green eyes and a smirk that would have murdered the entire female population if he so minded to use it as a weapon; a feeling she hadn’t experienced since before he’d been injured.

“You just gonna stare at me, or are you gonna help me get in there,” Dean asked  with a nod toward the shower, before gripping the sink tightly and standing with a loud groan. 

Y/N shook herself, and pulled the seat down for him to sit on before helping to guide him into the small walk-in shower and sat him down on the seat. 

“I got it honey, just stay here for me in case I need you,” Dean instructed before pulling the shower door closed, and Y/N sat on the seat of the toilet with a huff before she noticed a dumb struck nurse standing in the doorway of the bathroom. 

“Did… did he walk in there?” she questioned; Y/N nodded her head slightly in disbelief of her own. 

“Well, kinda,” she admitted with an amused chuckle, “It was more like an old man shuffle.”

“Fuck you,” Dean retorted from inside the shower, and Y/N snorted a laugh at the nurses shocked face. 

“Oh, wow, well, I uh, I’ll let the doctor know he’s moving around some now! That’s great news! But I will bring a wheelchair to the room to make it easier for you to get him back to the bed and leave it by the door once he’s done, and if I’m not bothering you guys while he’s showering, I’ll go ahead and give him some fresh sheets and pillows.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, and the nurse closed the door to the bathroom to give them both some privacy. 

Y/N was no idiot. Dean probably shouldn’t have gotten up and did what he was doing, but no one wanted to discourage any progress he was willing to make, so the nurse was using the bedding as an excuse to keep an eye on him. 

“Fuuuck,” Dean groaned loudly. “I think I’m going to stay in here until I’m 90.”

She shook her head and smiled to herself, glad that for the first time in a long time, he was starting to sound a little more like Dean. 

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Y/N warned, and Dean chuckled before shooting back a “yes mom,” in a mocking voice. 

“You know, you keep this up, and you won’t need my help at all pretty soon,” Y/N said, suddenly voicing her silent fears aloud as the smell of body wash filled the small space. 

“That’s not true,” Dean answered back quickly. “Y/N I’m gonna need you around for a long time. So, I shuffled to the shower. I’m still gonna need help drying off when I’m done, and I still need you for almost everything else… That is… unless you're sick of being here with me—”

“NO,” Y/N cut in probably a little too quickly. “No, I just, I just figured you were getting sick of me hovering over you, and would probably prefer Sam over me anyway.”

Dean cut the water off himself before sliding the shower door open, pouting and looking much like an abnormally attractive drowned rat. Y/N snorted; holding back her comment; she stood with the towel in her hand and started to slowly dry him off, careful not to jostle him around and hurt him. 

Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed her arm, stopping her from patting at his shoulders and chest as she worked her way down his body. 

“Hey,” he voiced, drawing her attention back up at his candy apple green eyes. “I hope I didn’t do anything to make you think that, because I really am grateful, you’re here, Y/N/N. I probably wouldn’t be doing as well as I am if you weren’t here with me. I love my brother, but he’s not exactly good at these sorts of things. That’s probably my fault, because I always took care of things like this, he never really has had to take care of me, but I’m so fucking sorry If I have done anything to seem ungrateful, or like I don’t want you here, because that’s not true. My biggest fear is that you will get tired of taking care of a fucking cripple and leave me.”

She helped Dean stand up, and he towered over her as she looked up at him, making sure he was well braced on the shower bar before she finally let him support himself. 

“And I’ve told you, over and over again, you will literally have to run me off Dean, I’m never gonna get tired of taking care of you. Ever.”

The air hung thickly between the pair of them as he reached out with his free hand and brushed the loose hair that had fallen around her face behind her ear. Neither really could look away from the other if they wanted too. It was as if there was an invisible pull between the pair of them. Like magnets. It wasn’t something they could control, they just naturally gravitated to stare at one another. So many unspoken feelings were bubbling in her chest, and she was pretty sure that for a moment, she’d stopped breathing all together, until the knock on the bathroom door made her nearly jump out of her skin. 

“Mr. Clearwater, the doctor is on his way up, he wants to examine you and talk to you. I’ve also got your bedding changed and ready for you!” the nurse called through the door, and Y/N quickly began to work on drying off the rest of Dean’s body before helping him step into a pair of clean boxers, as well as a clean hospital gown. 

“Be right out,” Dean yelled, grumbling incoherently to himself as he turned and looked at his reflection in the small bathroom mirror. 

“Think he wants to chew my ass out for getting out of bed?” Dean questioned, and Y/N shrugged as she opened the door and moved to help him start to shuffle his way back up to the hospital bed that lay in wait for him in the center of the room. 

“You never know, maybe since you’re moving around now he might let you go home,” Y/N offered, and Dean nodded slightly before shifting his feet forward with a wince as he moved. 

“That would be great, if I could actually go home. I don’t want to go to some apartment Y/N, I wanna go home. I wanna be miserable in my own bed with Miracle and you. I don’t want to have to stay here for months.”

Y/N understood. She figured when and if the time came, he wasn’t going to want to stay here, but what she was worried about was whether or not, no matter how stubborn he was, would he be able to travel all the way back to Kansas with a big whole in his back, and cracked ribs. 

“Let’s just see what he has to say, and we will take the rest as it comes, one day at a time remember?” she tried, and Dean just nodded as he gently lowered himself onto the bed to await whatever might be to come from the doctor. 

If Y/N was being honest, she wanted to go back to the bunker with him too. She wanted to get him home where she and Sam could take care of him. She wanted him to be out of the fucking hospital bed, but she was also afraid the more independent he became, that their time together was limited. She wanted nothing more than to get Dean back on his feet, she just didn’t want him to run away once he was able. 

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Hi I know this I cheeky…but I failed my driving test and have had food poisoning this week. Is there anyway I could ask for a little Chewis prompt to be written? ANYTHING you like? It would cheer me up so much!

Hi darling!!! It's no problem at all, don't hesitate to ask! It always makes me happy to write prompts, and never hesitate to ask for specific stuff, too, if you want to!

I'm sorry you had such a back week, I hope you're feeling better... And I'm sure you'll pass your driving test next time!

I didn't really know what to write so, this is in the change of habits verse, end of season 2023! No real plot, just a fluffy slice of life ahah

Charles steps inside the silent house, dropping his bag and suitcase in the hall, and goes to faceplant on the couch as soon as he's out of his shoes and coat.

The season is finally over, thank god. Of course, he'll have to go back to Maranello, soon. Back to work, back to a shitty car and a shitty team. He'd rather not think about it right now.

He's tired. He hates himself for wishing he were in another team next year.

He doesn't know how long he stays on the couch, brooding, but soon enough the door opens. He perks up immediately, like an eager puppy when his owner gets back.

He rushes to the door, and literally throws himself in Lewis' arms. His boyfriend catches him, dropping bag and suitcase to do so, and makes them spin as Charles wraps his legs around his waist.

"I missed you!" Charles exclaims. He tries to kiss Lewis, but aims wrong because of the motion, and only catches the corner of his lips. Lewis stops spinning them around, and allows Charles to kiss him properly.

"It's been three days, darling," he chuckles.

"We've seen each other from afar in the paddock, it doesn't count," Charles pouts. "We didn't have any time for ourselves since Vegas!"

"I did miss this," Lewis nods, kissing him again before putting him down - or rather, tries to. Charles doesn't want to let go, and Lewis giggles at the way he's gripping onto him. "Fine, fine, I get the message, we're gonna cuddle. Can I just take my shoes off, first?"

"Fine," Charles agrees, sulking a little as he lets go of Lewis.

"How about we take a shower before cuddling? I smell like sweat and the inside of the airplane, not the best combo," Lewis suggest, and Charles has to admit he has a point.

"We can take a bath, instead," he offers. "That way we can get clean and cuddle at the same time."

Lewis has always been a pro at self-care, and so he draws them a warm bath, adding all sorts of products in it - all 100% plant based and organic - that smell amazing. He also lights up candles and incense sticks, and even adds actual rose petals to the water. Charles has no idea where they come from.

In the meantime, Charles prepares them some snack. Nothing too grand, just some fresh fruits and an assortment of dry nuts. He then puts on some jazz, a kind of music neither of them listens to much except when taking baths, and they settle in the tub. Lewis is resting his back against him and his head is on his shoulder, which allows Charles to wrap his arms around him.

The next couple of hours, after the bath, are used to undo each of Lewis' braids while distractingly watching a movie.

Charles realises Lewis fell asleep once he's finished, and smiles to himself. He manages to take a selfie with Lewis sleeping against him, and make it his new wallpaper.

He wonders what to do, then. Whether he should get up to make dinner, or maybe wake Lewis up.

He decides to do neither. He stays right there, half-sitting-half-laying on the bed, with Lewis pressed against him. They both could use the rest. They'll figure out dinner later.

He thinks distantly that going back to the factory will be even more painful, since it means leaving all this behind.

Better not to think about it, he still has a few of weeks in front of him. They're going to celebrate Christmas with their families, first in Monaco then in England. After that, they're going to America for the new year, before coming back home for Lewis' birthday.

He should look forward to it. So why can't he stop the anxiety rising in him at the thought of going back to Maranello?

Lewis makes a small noise in his sleep, and Charles is pulled out of his own mind immediately. Right. Lewis is here, with him. As long as they'll be together, he will be fine.

He can face anything.

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